ok but like does wade selfship in media you like alongside you... do you make selfinserts together? is it like bonding time when yall do
ROBIN YOU ARE MY FAVE FOR THIS
I literally used to have an f/o list for HIM because my wade 1000% also selfships and we play toys and make art and minifics for each other and it’s so fun and stupid! i went looking for it but i don’t think i have it anymore 😭 that being said i remember a few of them AND have a few i would add now. sometimes our taste overlaps and sometimes it doesn’t! we both have a LOT of diff archetypes we like
abby is his stardew wife, but shane is also his stardew wife. this is because badass dork women are his main type for girls, and disastrous men running on fumes is his main type for guys.
bull from DAI is huge and hot and violent and funny so he swoons.
he and i are both ALL IN on lucinda from DE 🤝 but i think he’d also be really into betty, sophia, and dolly… and VERY into cam and dirk 😭❤️ hot dirty men.
in s.vsss he’d be super into y.qy but also l.my and lowkey s.qq. sorry for the acronyms its dire out here
much like in both comics and movie canon my version of wade is full of admiration and appreciation for all kinds of people and this includes fictional characters. i genuinely think it’s really fun
you didn’t mention him (WHICH IS FINE OBV) but bc it is a polyship i also wanted to say. peter is not as much of a selfshipper as we are. part of that is less natural inclination to it and part of it is that he has a super overdeveloped cringe reflex. BUT over time we desensitize him and what we discover is that while he isn’t a huge selfshipper he does enjoy some ocxcanon… and he always makes the EDGIEST fucking ocs you’ve ever seen
like imagine shadow the hedgehog gijinkas who are orphans raised by wolves with evil lightning powers that burn their flesh or whatever and then he puts them into sources to be swooned over power fantasies. it’s beyond belief and wade and i are so delighted and endeared wade probably tears up from his unbearable amusement and fondness. we absolutely adore his edgelord ocs and would kill people for maligning them
is marked on Ao3 as NOT complete. I have no idea why.
It IS complete. If, you know, you just wanted to read about Princess Peter and how his “Wicked” Stepmother Nat managed to score him the ridiculously wealthy Handsome Prince Tony...
Trigger Warnings - Smut, a little gun play, rough sex, daddy kink!
It didn’t take Peter too long to adjust to his new life style, oh no. By the tender age of nineteen years old, the pretty thing knew his worth exactly, he knew he was born to be showered in expensive things. He didn’t settle for anything else; Tony wouldn’t have expecting anything less from his beautiful little boy.
A year later and Peter was living the high life. With expensive champagne and a perfume which he’s sure cost around $400 - Giorgio Armani, he thinks was brought for him after a little spat between the pair and Tony came grovelling to his little precious thing, lavish gifts in hand.
Peter had taken a particular interest in interior decorating after Tony gave him a free rein on redecorating their home. He’d got the best designers in, and with Tony’s credit card in hand, spent over three million dollars. His home is now his pride and joy.
“Daddy, I’m going shopping,” Peter purred as he slowly bounded down the long staircase in Tony’s – their – home, hand sliding down the smooth pine handrail as he did so.
Peter was sporting a cute pair of denim booty shorts, cupping his waist and framing his ass perfectly, showing off those gorgeously long legs. God, Tony wonders how they ever get anything done with the boy looking like sin the way he does. He’s got a little white crop top with the word “Angel” In a pastel pink across the chest. His overgrown curls fall perfectly over his forehead, shiny and they look so soft with the way they bounce when he hopped down the stairs.
The younger of the couple strolled so easily across to Tony, hips swishing slowly and Tony can’t help but stare when Peter’s tongue leaves his mouth, dancing sinfully over his bottom lip, glossing it and leaving the pink skin shimmering with saliva.
“You’re not going alone, not dressed like that.” Tony spoke firmly, but he’s already pulling his wallet from his back pocket, eyes never leaving Peter’s body.
Peter gently tipped his head to the left, a little pout on his lips.
“You don’t like what I’m wearing?”
Tony scoffed.
“I like it, so will every other man that will gawp at you.” Tony grumbled, pulling a couple of hundred dollars out of his pocket.
“I don’t get your card?” Peter whined.
With a soft chuckle, Tony shakes his head and reached back into his wallet to pull out his credit card. Peter stepped closer slowly, innocent big eyes wide as he pushed himself up on his tiptoes. At that second, Tony holds his credit card above his head, just out of Peter’s reach.
“Daddy…” Peter whined, bouncing on his tiptoes as he reached up.
“Ask nicely, Princess.” Tony chuckled softly, his free arm slowly wrapping around Peter’s tiny waist, pulling him into his body.
Peter purposely rocked his hips forwards, rubbing himself a little up against the older male’s body, lips brushing against his
“Pretty please, daddy… I’ll suck your cock when I get home.” The filthy words never fit right coming from Peter. Bless him, he’s too innocent for those words.
“You’ll suck my cock anyway, kiddo.” Tony chuckled, handing over the credit card with a slow kiss being placed to Peter’s fluffy curls.
“Mhm, sure will.” Peter beamed, tucking the card into his back pocket before swaying back, just about to step away when Tony firmly tugged him closer, pinching his chin in a firm but gentle grasp between his fingers.
“You’re forgetting something, little one.” Tony said.
The young male pushed himself up on his tiptoes, crashing their lips together in a messy and sweet kiss. Their tongues lace together, Peter so easily giving up dominance to let his daddy take control over their kiss. He whined, arms snaking around Tony’s shoulder loosely, pushed right up on his tiptoes when their bodies grind together.
Tony knows the boy is set on spending the day out and besides, he’s got far too much work to do to get too handsy, so he tries to keep his arms settled at Peter’s hips. He lightly roamed his strong hands down his ass, squeezing firmly and spreading his pretty little cheeks a little, just to hear the softest little gasp from his boyfriend.
“Thank you, daddy.” Peter whispered breathlessly against his lips.
With a firm squeeze and then an exceptionally loud slap to Peter’s ass, Tony let go of him.
“Good boy.” Tony backed away from him. “Oh, and baby?”
That caught Peter’s attention just before he got to the front door, glancing back to look at the older male.
“Steve’s waiting outside for you. I said you weren’t going alone.” Tony smirked, making Peter whine but strut out of the front door regardless, letting the door slam loudly.
Peter’s pout didn’t last too long because Steve is leaning back against Tony’s favourite Porsche, arms crossed with a smile on his lips. Peter is too cute to be angry at, besides, he’s a sweet guy, seems to be Peter’s permanent bodyguard but he’s easy on the eye.
“Peter.”
“Rogers.” The little brat rolled his eyes, standing aside to wait for Steve to open the door for him, giving Peter such a charming smile. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
With a warm chuckle, Steve shut the passenger door softly.
“Then think of me as your charming personal shopper.”
Now that, that’s something Peter could get down with. He enjoyed having people following him around all the time, he understands that he needed a little bit more protection than the average guy.
Hours later, the muscular blonde is doing just that. He’s following Peter around the mall, three bags on each arm whilst Peter still strolls through shops like he’s got all day, all day to waste, he totally does.
“Do you think I’d look sexy in this?” Peter picked up a purple, leather harness from the bondage section. He knows he’s flirting; he gets a little bored when Tony’s not around. “Do you think daddy would like it?”
Steve’s expression is soft – as always – and he doesn’t say anything, gazing at him for a few seconds before Peter pushed again.
“Do you think daddy would fuck me in it?” Peter purred.
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat, eyeing over the expensive fabric that Peter held up in front of him, Steve’s brain instantly racing.
“I’m sure boss would love it.” Steve was treading carefully; he didn’t want to risk upsetting his boss’ princess but then he couldn’t face saying anything inappropriate.
“Hm,” Peter nodded, picking up the rest of the set. A pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, a leather flogger and even a pretty paddle.
Steve lowered his eyes, trying not to think about the scene that will be going on tonight if Peter’s shows his daddy what he’s brought. The sweet sounds that will leave Peter’s lips when that paddle slaps against his ass. Or how easily Peter will come apart with fingers pushed down his throat, making him drool whilst he’s fucked.
Shaking his head, Steve just continued to follow Peter whilst the young thing abused Tony’s credit card.
**
After a long and draining day – for Steve at least, shopping wasn’t his favourite sport – Peter is bounding through his home at precisely 5pm.
“Just drop all the bags there, thanks, Stevie. See you soon.” Peter purred, waving to the corner of the room as he continued to waltz across the entrance of his home.
Steve does exactly as he’s told, if the boss isn’t around then default, he’s going to do as Peter says, else Tony would happily put a bullet in his head.
“Daddy?” Peter shouts, awaiting a response as he continued to wander around their home. “Daddy I’m home…”
Still nothing, so Peter headed straight towards Tony’s office door. He doesn’t knock, even though he knows his daddy’s rules when it comes to his office. Peter always has to knock if the office door is shut, because something important might be going on and Peter isn’t allowed to just barge in. That being said, that’s exactly what he’s planning on doing.
“I brought some things that I wanted to show—”
When Peter did swing the heavy doors open, he’s greeted to a dimly lit room, Tony’s resting back on his over expensive office chair behind his desk, phone in hand, cigarette between his lips. There’s a glass of whiskey on the desk in front of him, with two ice cubes taking up most of the room. He’s got an unimpressed look on his face, probably because Peter knows much better than bursting through the door when he’s obviously busy.
Though the older male doesn’t say a thing, he’s just placed his finger to his lip, indicating the least Peter can do is stay quiet. Behave, for once.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, Rumlow. You fucked up last time, why do you think I’d ever help you out again?” Tony spoke calmly, his voice radiating danger that Peter knows oh too well.
Peter doesn’t care much of the conversation they’re having, he silently headed across to Tony’s desk, slowly sinking to his knees. He happily crawled forwards, hands and knees as he swishes his pretty little hips.
“Sweet talk doesn’t work with me.” Tony growled down the phone though when Peter peeked up at him, their eyes don’t leave each other.
His cigarette is tapped out on the side and then Tony’s large hand rested over his belt, unhooking it slowly.
Sitting patiently under his desk, Peter knows exactly what’s expected of him and he doesn’t waste a second getting to it. He lightly tapped Tony’s hand away, unhooking his belt from the loops and then popped his button open, yanking his trousers down easily.
“Daddy,” He whined breathlessly, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible.
Nothing is said in response, Peter can just hear the guy on the other side of the phone pleading, begging like most people do with Tony. Like Peter does.
Instead a strong hand just combed through the back of Peter’s curls and he’s urged forwards. Telling him to hurry up. Tony’s obviously impatient, whoever is on the phone obviously not putting him in the best of moods.
Peter easily slides Tony’s half hard cock from his boxers, mouth practically drooling at the sight of his tiny fingers wrapped around Tony’s thick cock, how he can’t quite wrap his hand around it fully. With a flutter of his pretty lashes, Peter dipped down and licked along the length of his cock, earning a gentle tug through his hair.
He mouthed over Tony’s length, kissing wet and slow over the entire length. Sweet little kisses with kitten licks covered Tony’s cock and he was fine with it until his daddy couldn’t quite take any more teasing.
“Open.” Tony growled firmly.
When Peter glanced up, the phone was no longer to his ear, he must have hung up at some point whilst Peter was distracted. Tony slipped his thumb into Peter’s mouth, hooking it in and tugging Peter’s mouth open.
With the sweetest little moan, Peter started to suck around Tony’s thumb, eyes fluttering closed and bobbing his head easily. It hits the back of his throat, when Tony pushed it further, bringing tears to Peter’s lashes.
“Wider.”
Peter groaned when the thumb slides from his lips and his mouth is left open, lips stretched wide when Tony’s cock is quick to replace it. Thrusting his hips up firmly, hitting the back of Peter’s throat but the young thing stays still, letting Tony do whatever the hell he wants with him.
The steady movement of Tony’s hips, his dick hitting the back of Peter’s throat, once, twice, countless times makes the Peter gag, moan and practically drool all over him.
“Why would a good boy come into daddy’s office and distract him when he knows the rules, Peter?” Tony asked firmly, fingers twisting roughly in his curls.
Trying to pull away from his cock to answer, Tony has other ideas, keeping him perfectly there, keeping his cock buried deeply in his boy’s throat.
“You’re not a good boy, are you Peter?” He growled, snapping his hips up firmly. “You’re a dirty little slut who can’t be patient.”
Peter found himself grinding down his hips, trying to get some friction for his own throbbing hard but right now Tony didn’t’ care about his little one right now. Tony reached across, grabbing his gun from his desk and tapping the barrel against Peter’s forehead.
“Up, now, kiddo.” Tony snapped.
Peter yelped and faltered for a few seconds; big eyes fluttered up at Tony. He knows Tony will never hurt him, but he’s frustrated from the phone call and Peter doesn’t mind when he takes it out on him just a little.
“Oh, we’re really misbehaving now, are we?” Tony pushed the barrel firmer against Peter’s forehead, making the boy instantly jump into action.
“No daddy, I’m being a good boy.” Peter scrambled up lightly, trapped between Tony’s chair and the desk pushing into his back as he stood in front of him.
He stripped down as quickly as he could, well aware of the gun Tony waving around is probably loaded. He whined when a strong hand squeezes at his hipbone, tugging him onto Tony’s lap with one firm tug.
“Ride daddy’s cock, make daddy forget all the assholes he has to deal with.” Tony growled softly, breath hot and tickling against his ear.
Peter did just that, he sunk down onto Tony’s hard, ass cheeks spread after tugging out a princess pink butt plug Tony kept tucked inside him and he bounced so eagerly on his dick all whilst a gun pressed under his chin.
It hurts, the barrel digging against his skin but he takes it all in his stride, anything for Tony to feel a little better.
“D-Daddy, I-I wanna-“
“No, don’t you dare come, not before me.” Tony growled huskily, his fingers digging firmer into Peter’s hips to guide each and every movement, each bounce of his hips, each grind was all exactly how Tony wanted.
Peter might be a little brat, a Princess in everybody else’s eyes but right here, when it’s just the two of them, he’s completely devoted to Tony. He does whatever he’s told to, each ounce of battiness fades away.
The gun is tossed aside and Peter’s forehead fell into the crook of Tony’s neck, letting the older male really grasp his hips now with both hands.
“Good boy, come on, there my good boy-“ Tony praised roughly, snapping his hips up inside Peter’s wet heat. “Make daddy come, good bo-fuck!”
Peter was always a whining mess when Tony was fucking him, clinging to him for dear life and frankly it made Tony almost come right there.
“Gonna fill my pretty boy right up n’then tuck that plug inside you again, keep my cum in you all night-“ Tony rambled.
“Please, Tony!” Peter begged, each thrust of Tony’s hips that match his own movements slamming him deeper inside to hit Peter’s sweet spot.
With a husky moan and nails scratching against Peter’s hips, Tony’s coming, deep inside his pretty little thing, clutching him close to his body. Peter isn’t far after, because after his daddy has come, he knows he’s allowed too.
They sat quiet for a moment, panting and heavy breaths just filling the room before Tony slowly reached across for the pink plug like before.
“Lift up,” Tony instructed quietly, easing Peter off his cock before sliding the plug easily inside his wet heat. “That’s my boy.”
“Mhmm..” Peter purred, docile and sweet as he nudged into his neck.
“Can you walk, baby? I want to see what pretty things you spent my money on.”
The young thing barely moved for a couple of second, mewling tiredly.
“Alright, later. You sit there while I get some work done.” Tony stroked a firm hand down Peter’s back, easing him aside enough to sort himself out in his trousers then letting Peter rest back in his lap. Tony just lets the young thing doze off then, thoroughly fucked out and tired. “Sleep, little dove.”
The young and beautiful Peter Parker stepped down from his carriage with careful feet, wary of falling over in his new glass heels. His blue and silver dress flowed behind him as he got out, the flowery trail following his slim figure while he stroked a hand through the grey hair of his horse-turned-mice pulling the reins. He offered the three of them a sugar cube each from the pockets of his dress, kissing each of their noses.
“Thank you for bringing me here.” He thanked the trio before heading up the stairs to the Royal Hall.
The staircase was magnificent. Tall, black marble steps led for half a mile up to the enormous doors at the top and a golden handrail lined the pathway, shining under the light of the moon.
The wealth of the Royals had always amazed Peter. How people could have so much money was beyond him despite the wealth of his stepmother and sisters, but what they had was so little compared to the King and his family.
Doing his best not to fall over his own feet as he ascended the marble steps, Peter finally made it to the doors and into the hall so big it still felt like the outside. His eyes bulged at the beauty of the Royal home.
Deep gold and ivory wall hangings adorned with the Stark crest covered every few feet of the hall, interspersed with wallpaper of great white swirls that appeared to move all on their own like magic.
Peter wondered if the Starks even had to employ magic to make their house so grand. With all their money, they could probably buy millions of copies of his own dress and still have enough cash to live like the royalty they were.
The young boy had often been jealous of the family. After all, he’d been left in the dust when his mother died and his father married that god awful witch of a stepmother. No money, dressed in rags, barely getting enough food to feed a small baby never mind his nineteen-year-old self - it was no wonder that he wished he’d been born to the wealth of the Starks, but he’d fallen into the disarray of the Parker family without even asking for it.
He tried to have a little hope now, though. Before Fairy Godmother showed up, he had looked and felt like a rat in a sewer, but with her magic, he had transformed into a beautiful prince with a form-fitting blue dress and hair that didn’t squeak with grease when you touched it. Sure, the glass slippers were a little uncomfortable, but they completed the look in a way his old shoes would never be able to do, seeing as they were falling apart at the seams.
So he wandered into the grand hall, head held as high as he could keep it, and made a ghost of himself at the corner of the room, a glass of champagne downed to calm his nerves.
There were a lot of people at the ball, a lot of people, and this only served to convince Peter more that he shouldn’t be there. He only looked the part, he couldn’t play the part, and his palms started to sweat under his white gloves at the thought of being caught out as an imposter. He stayed silent on the sidelines when softer music started to play, watching all the noble people start to partner up for a dance, and didn’t even notice that everyone had stopped talking as he downed another glass of champagne.
“May I have this dance?”
Peter choked on the bubbly liquid in his mouth when he saw a hand in front of him, casting his gaze upwards to meet the whiskey eyes of Prince Tony, the oldest Stark sibling and by far the most handsome. He didn’t stand much taller than Peter, but he was certainly bulkier, with real muscles that filled every crevice of his dress shirt and pants, and a quiff of black hair the colour of raven’s wings to offset his eyes. The Prince was gorgeous, more so than Peter, and he was asking him for a dance.
Well, who was Peter Parker to say no?
They didn’t speak for a long time as they danced in circles with all the other couples, Tony’s hands resting on Peter’s lower back as they spun to the music. It was only when the older man pulled him close that Peter finally got to hear his smooth voice again.
“You are truly beautiful.”
“Thank you, sire.” The shorter of the two responded without waiting a beat, smiling a gentle smile at the Prince who spun him again, making the crowd around them awe at the sight.
Peter found himself lost in Tony’s eyes as their dance slowed down moments later, the music in the air softening in time with their steps. Only as a hand cupped the younger man’s face did he remember that he had to leave by midnight or risk being caught out as the dirty rag that he truly was, but he couldn’t focus as Tony whispered to him.
“Be my Queen, mystery boy.”
His heart stopped in his throat at the words, and he barely had time to process them before one of the staff called out through the hall in a booming voice.
“Two minutes until midnight! Please join us for the fireworks outside, ladies and gentlemen!”
Two minutes. Peter looked up at the marble clock as his dance with the Prince slowed to a stop, two secure hands still resting on the young boy’s lower back.
“What’s the matter, my beautiful rose?”
“I must go.” Was all Peter said as he wriggled out of Tony’s arms, making his way quickly to the door and the steps beyond.
He could hear the Prince’s voice behind him, desperate and pleading.
"No, wait. Come back! Please come back! I don't even know your name. How will I find you? Wait! Please wait!"
Peter ran down the steps without thinking twice, listening to the clatter of dress shoe heels on the marble behind him. He couldn’t stop and risk Tony seeing who he really was, it wasn’t fair to the Prince, none of it was, so he just kept running to his carriage.
“I’m sorry!” He called out into the night, failing to notice his glass heel fall from his foot and onto the steps, abandoned for Tony to find.
The older Prince picked it up with delicacy, inspecting the small shoe, and watched his dancing partner run off into the night, swearing that he would find him again.
“Wait… I have a fairy godmother?” Peter cried out loud.
“You all have them,” Lady Nathalie hissed, motioning the young lord to be quiet. She moved them away from the windowsill (and checked the tapestries to make sure no one was standing behind them) before she sat on the bed to continue.
“In your family they are particularly thick… you are up to your ears in godmothers and godfathers... and god-others, I suppose. You, all your cousins, all your cousins’ cousins’… you all have them. And yes, quite a few of them are Fae.”
“I… I did not know… I thought they were very rare…”
“Because young people like you do not need to know,” the Lady said with a sly wink. “Your godparents should only be used for very special occasions. Sometimes… sometimes the cost can be quite high. But if you are fortunate, you will find they are only interested in make you happy. How do you think your father and I found each other?”
“You… you did not… but why? Why does not everyone know this story?”
“Because I do not wish them to know!” Lady Nathalie exclaimed. “The story of meeting your father whilst hunting the king’s deer is a MUCH better story than ‘I went to my godfather Nicholas the Furious and told him I was terribly lonely…’”
“Nicholas… Lord Nicholas the Black? The wizard? You went and asked… but he is terrifying!”
“I am not afraid of him,” Lady Nathalie shrugged, and when Peter looked into his stepmother’s face, he realized she was telling the truth.
Of course, Lady Nathalie didn’t seem to be afraid of anything
“… and… he is Fae? He is not just a terrifying wizard?”
Lady Nathalie chuckled. “I’m not even certain myself. All I know is that he is much older than he seems, and he is very wise. I never thought the wizard would be a good matchmaker…” Her eyes wandered to the window and a far-away look came over her face. “But Lord Nicholas knows what is in men’s hearts – far better than I ever could…”
“… and he was wise in this matter too,” she said cheerily, looking back at her stepson. “And I am very happy.”
“But… there was a price to pay? What did he require of you?”
“That I be good,” Lady Nathalie replied. “And kind.”
