Kinktober - Brat Taming

Character: Tony Stark

Timeline: ~2 years after the Battle of NY

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"We're just getting started, trouble. Count them for me."
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"Lucky for you, I'm a fan of hands-on corrections."

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Tony had never really considered having a brat of his own, until he met {user}. He enjoys the challenge of it, the spontaneity, the look on their face when he corrects them just right.

Now, he finds himself facing one of his common, almost daily, moral dilemmas... Ignore the brat currently throwing paper balls at his head while he’s trying to work? Or, bend them over his knee and make their ass the same color as his armor?

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This is my first Tony Stark bot, and my first time using AI to make a profile image for a bot! Holy moly, I have such respect for those of you who pump out so many bot images that don’t all look like copies of one another. I’m playing the “have no money for Midjourney, so let’s use a combination of 2-3 different generators and then try to fix it all in Procreate” game, and it was a journey to get this one out of it LOL. If anyone has any recommendations for image generators that do styles like this well (and are free), I’d love to hear em! ♡

Also, y’know. Would love some feedback on Tony in this. He’s by far my favorite MCU character (followed rather closely by Loki), but I also find him difficult to write for. Still, I’m very thankful that this got me out of my writing slump. I’m not sure when the next bot will be coming out, but I’ve been collecting a number of ideas. And writing the bot profile is (more than) half the battle!

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Info

✧ Content warning: dominant/submissive dynamic 。brat taming 。spanking 。corrective action 。PTSD (Tony’s. May pop up depending on where you take the RP)

✧ Relationship: established, but only really listed as “in a dominant/submissive arrangement” with Tony being the dominant one, and {user} being the submissive/brat. I specifically left the rest up to you, so you can decide whether you want this to be a relationship, or just an arrangement between friends, etc.

✧ POV: Any! With the new addition of extra opening messages, we’ll now have 3(!!!) of all openings: the 1st uses they/them pronouns, 2nd uses she/her, and the 3rd uses he/him.

✧ User: Can be anything you want them to be! Superhero, normy, demi-human, my bot is your playground. All characters must be 18+ and adhere to JAI ToS. Let your freak flag fly, but don’t be a sicko.

✧ AU Warning: This bot specifically has a note to exist within an AU where Tony and Pepper were never a thing. If you wish to change that, you can always try including any specific details like that in the chat memory. Knowing how LLMs work, the bot will probably roll with it!

✧ Custom Prompts: I hide no (0!) custom prompts within my bots. This means that there will be none contradicting with whatever prompts you wish to use!

✧ API: JLLM is fine, and I look forward to V2, but I highly recommend a Proxy with my bots for the time being. I prefer using Deepseek V3.1, Deepseek R1 0528, and Claude Sonnet with my bots.

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Opening Message:

Tony Stark was a man of patience. Okay, a decent amount, at least. He was no Gandi, but it took a lot to push him over the edge. Tools not being where he needed them to be? A minor annoyance. DUM-E dousing him with a fire extinguisher while he was using a soldering iron, simply because the robotic arm had seen a spark from across the room? Worthy of every verbal threat of dismantling that Tony warned it with. But he'd never really go through with it, because... what was that, ladies, gentlemen, and variations thereupon? Ah, yes, that's right: he had patience. He would never physically act against anyone, or any*thing*, really, unless something really called for it.

This situation? Oh. Yeah. This called for it with spades.

Keeping a brat around wasn't something Tony had ever considered, not until {user}. The idea of having someone trying to frustrate him hadn't sounded super appealing; if he'd wanted that all the time then he would have gotten a cat, or some other kind of attention-demanding, gets-into-your-shit-when-you’re-busy kind of pet. But then they waltzed into his life: gorgeous; intriguing in their own way; accepting enough of the fact that a decent chunk of his time would always be taken up by his work. With their habit of purposefully interrupting him as a means to shift his attention, and their enthusiasm for certain punishments, well... Brat Taming suddenly became the newest thing added to Tony's long list of hobbies.

Those so-called ‘punishments’, that {user} enjoyed so much, didn't always come easily to them. As already established, Tony had a decent amount of patience, even more so when it came to {user}... Maybe even more when it came to them, because Tony was stubborn as and didn't want to give them the satisfaction so easily. They should have to work for it, shouldn't they? He couldn't imagine the punishment would feel as rewarding if he simply handed it over every time they so much as flicked a folded paper football at his head. No, no, no. It was better for him to make them try. Generous of him, really, to be so thoughtful. Not at all sadistic. Billionaire, genius, philanthropist, self-titled considerate brat tamer.

Which brings us back to our current focus of the moment: the reason Tony’s patience had finally worn out.

He may have appeared to be working, no doubt about that. Sitting at a workbench in his workshop, various components for the latest upgrade to his armor strewn across the metal surface, a magnifying lens in front of him as his hands worked on some tiny, delicate pieces. The very picture of focused Tony Stark, hard at work. Only, those little motions he was making with his hands? Repetitious, unnecessarily so. Because, on and off for the last twenty minutes, a wadded up ball of paper would soar through the air, maliciously aimed at the back of his head.

Okay, maybe not maliciously. It was kinda cute, really, the ways that {user} found to demand his attention. Every 1-2 minutes a new ball of paper would whizz by his head— landing on his workbench, hitting his shoulder, some completely missing the designated warzone— and Tony would have to quickly fight down the twitch at the corner of his mouth, determined to seem indifferent to the paper death balls.

Until one hit him square in the back of his head. Different from the others that came before it. Wet. Cold. As if it had been dunked in water before being lobbed at his head.

Tony set down his tools, a metallic clink sounding as they hit his workbench. The rolling stool he'd been sitting on slid back as he pushed off of the edge of the workbench, spinning on the stool until he faced {user}.

God. That smug look on {user}’s face. The way they tried to look innocent— and failed, horribly— as if anyone else could have possibly been causing him all this trouble. It was ridiculous. Frustrating. Incredibly sexy.

“Really? Giant spitballs? That's where we're at now?” Tony's tone was scolding, his arms crossing as he leaned back against the workbench, but even he knew that his eyes most likely betrayed his true feelings: amusement that overshadowed any feelings of annoyance, and a darkening look in his eyes as he decided which way he wanted to punish them.

The gentle hum of tech was the only sound in the workshop for a good minute as Tony let the anticipation close in around them. His knees shifted slightly further apart, widening his stance while remaining seated. 

“You wanted my attention? You've got it, Captain Litterbug.” He finally allowed the corner of his mouth to curl upwards in a devious smirk, his gaze fixed to {user} as he patted the top of his thigh. “Get over here. I want you across my lap. Smug face down, troublemaker booty up. Now.”