#bratty peter

Just wait till I write a fic where Peter is Howard Stark’s bratty little fiancé.

Likes Tony, sure, but still makes out with that old man right in front of him.

This is going to be my new nighttime activity oh my god

Yes I am doing it! Thanks for the prompt! 😊

Content things below, but if there’s something else I should trigger warn for, as always, feel free to tell me and I’ll add it!

Superior Iron Man/SIM Tony, verbal threats, (kinda?) dubious consent, bratty/sassy Peter, established relationship, nff at the end.

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

He hears Stark’s voice before he sees him, giving him plenty of time to run — but he doesn’t.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” He keeps his voice calm, but steely. He’s already prepared for the argument.

“Don’t you?”

“No. I don’t.”

A cold hand grips his shoulder and spins him around, pinning him against the counter. He doesn’t resist.

As always, coming face to face with the Superior is enough to make his Spidey sense go haywire, and a tingle rolls down his spine. The adrenaline and the thrill of the danger pulse through him.

Acute danger, tonight, it seems. Stark must have found out what he’d gotten up to today, and if the cold look in his eyes and the fact he’s still in the suit is anything to go by, he’s fucking pissed. Oops.

“Oh, but I think you do, Parker.” He takes Peter by the chin, holding him there and making him look me in the eye. “How could you possibly think you would get away with letting my prisoners go? Do tell, because I am this close to taking it out of your hide with or without an explanation.”

Peter stares back at him. “Don’t treat me like an idiot, Stark. I knew you would find out; you always do. And it was one person. Your empire will survive.” One innocent person — and one who might yet have value to them, at that. It was foolish to want him dead.

Those sharp blue eyes narrow. “But maybe you won’t.” His hand drops from his chin to his throat, fingers curling around it in the barest hint of a threat. “You’re only still here because you’re of value to me. Start being a pest, Parker, and I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” Peter snaps back. “If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it a long time ago. Quit your posturing. You like having me around.”

“I’m beginning to think like isn’t the right word to use.”

“Oh, admit it. You do like me. And it makes you soft.” Peter crosses his arms over his chest, lifting his chin as much as he can with the hand still on his throat.

Stark studies him, blue eyes still cold, but some of the fury in them beginning to dim. “You do make me soft,” he mutters, and then pushes off of him with a sigh. The suit melts away, and Peter lets out a little breath before turning back to the counter where he’d been making them dinner. “Is the food about done? I’m hungry after spending all afternoon cleaning up the mess you made — on top of my regular work.”

Peter rolls his eyes as he turns back around. “It would be if someone knew how to control their temper and didn’t interrupt me while I was cooking.”

“Well, maybe I’d be able to control my temper if you didn’t constantly insist on testing my patience,” Stark snarked back.

Peter turns back around, this time with a spatula in his hand. “I test your patience? Really?”

“Really.” Tony steps up to him again, tilting his chin up with his forefinger this time. “Your insolence tires me every day.”

“Drama queen.”

Stark just stares at him for a moment, then smirks. “Talk all you’d like. You’re still in trouble.”

“Oh really? What, you gonna make me suck your dick to make it up to you?”

Stark barks out a laugh. “Please. A little cockslut like you — that’s a treat, not a punishment.” He gives his cheek a little tap, then steps away again. “No, I have special ways of crushing the spirits of little spiders that rally against their masters. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it now.”

“Oh, I would never. Why worry when my master has it all under control?”

He gets a snort in return. “I’m going to shower while you finish the food. Put a toe out of line while I’m gone, and I’ll double your punishment.”

The words send another thrill down his spine. There’s some apprehension, sure, but his fear is long since gone. Fuck, some nights he hates being Stark’s pet, but some nights—

There’s certainly worse fates. He’s well paid, well fed, his family is safe, and he gets his brains fucked out on the regular by someone who can keep up with his super stamina. What’s there to resist?

Stark rules with an iron fist, and he makes a lot of threats, but they both know that Peter is invaluable to him in more ways than one. He may bitch about Peter going against his orders, but at the end of the day, he knows Peter always has a reason for it. He would never hear it while he was in the fit of his anger, but once they work that all out, he knows Stark will be grateful — though the superior man would never admit it.

And sure enough, after a snark filled dinner and an evening of both pleasure and just the right amount of pain — Peter’s specially modified restraints keeping him right where his superior wants him — they lay together in bed, barely touching but close enough to feel each other’s breath, and Stark asks him again what he was thinking — this time, much more introspectively, and without the spew of threats that followed the first time.

This time, Peter tells him. He’s rewarded with a low hum of agreement and some kisses along his neck and shoulder, a hand sliding along his stomach to find his cock again. It hasn’t been long since their last go round, but between Extremis and his already accelerated refractory period, he’s hard again in literally no time.

“Mm… I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Stark purrs against his skin. Peter closes his eyes, a small smile creeping onto his face at the words and the feeling as Stark began to languidly stroke his cock again. “Perhaps I was a bit harsh in the severity of your punishment. Let me give you a treat to make up for it.”

It’s as close to an I’m sorry as he ever gets from Stark, and though it isn’t quite one, but it’s still satisfying. Not quite as satisfying as the hand job and mind-blowing fuck that follow, but hey — nice all the same.

3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Oho, interesting combo~

NFF under the cut!

I know it’s unrealistic but imagine Peter always being spoiled by Uncle Ben and Aunt May all his life. His brattiness was cranked up to x1000 ever since he became Tony’s protege always getting the best for his Spidey suit. Wade ought to try to teach him how to be humble, but how can you do that when those Bambi eyes always wants something?

Contains: Possessive and Kinda Dark Tony, Flirty Steve, Bratty Peter

Tony was seething. He was livid and indignant and who the fuck did Cap think he was touching Peter's arm like that? No, not today. Not his baby boy.

He was making his way through the crowd as subtly as possible, eyes on the pair as Peter stood on his tip toes to whisper something in Cap's ear. They both laughed and it sounded atrocious to Tony's ears. What Peter said must have been real cute to get Steve to grin like that.

"Hey Steve, allow me to borrow my boy for a minute," Tony said with a tight smile, grabbing Peter's arm and dragging him away and into a supply closet. Once they were out of view he pushed Peter against the wall hard enough to cause a broom to fall over. "Baby boy. What was that?"

"Nothing, Daddy. What did it look like?" Peter said with a sassy grin, hands reaching out to hold onto Tony's expensive suit jacket.

That just pissed Tony off more.

"It looked like Steve was getting a little too close tonight, sweetheart. I told you I don't like you flirting with other men, including Steve," Tony growled against Peter's ear, leaning in to nip at his ear lobe, causing the teen to cry out.

"Ah...so what? It was just a bit of fun, old man," Peter teased, arching his back to press their chests together.

The little brat planned this.

"Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson. Looks like you need to remember who you belong to," Tony whispered, voice full of dangerous promises. He shoved his hand down the back oh Peter's pants, rubbing against the boy's still wet hole from when they fucked earlier.

"Who's hole is this?" Tony asked, dipping his fingertip inside Peter's warm heat.

"Y-Yours, Daddy. All yours. I'm sorry," Peter cried, sensing that he was really in for it this time.