Summary: Overwhelmed with work and stressed, you go to your boyfriend to clear your head. He empties it in the way only he knows how.
Warnings: dark!tony if you squint, degradation, praise, dumbification, mentions of reader being overwhelmed (not in a sexy way), daddy kink, plot what plot, thigh riding, rough sex, raw p in v (wrap it up folks), oral (fem receiving), dom/sub undertones, dirty talk (tony can't stfu up), lotssss of pet names, reader is v tired, but still enthusiastically consents, take that as you will. not proof read!
A/N: fun fact, i couldn't decide if i wanted to write this with tony or bucky, but i decided if fit tony's character better. this is pure filth lol.
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You felt like shit. Your mind was running at a million miles an hour, yet somehow you couldn't grasp onto a single thought. Everything was painful, and slightly out of reach. You had a thousand things to do, all equally important, and no time to do any one them.
You needed a break. You'd only left work after one of your co-workers forced you too, and you'd fully intended to keep working when you got back home, until you'd gotten in the car and run 2 red lights accidently because you were so tired. You rubbed your eyes, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt. It was after 10pm by the time you got into the door.
You kicked your heels off in the doorway. Tony always hated it when you did that, but you really couldn't be fucked to fix it. You just wanted it all to be quiet and go away. You smiled when you saw the light in your bedroom was still on. Tony must still be awake.
"Sweetheart? That you?" Tony called from your bedroom.
"Yeah," you called back, "I'll be in in a sec." You paused for a moment, running a hand down your face. Your brain still wouldn't shut up, and the moment you got into your bedroom, you crawled into Tony's arms.
One hand settled on your hip instinctively, thumbing rubbing against the bone, and the other found your hair. Tony didn't say anything, letting you bury your face in his neck. It wasn't uncommon for you to greet him this way, especially not after a long day, so he let you sit quietly for a moment, pressing the occasional kiss into your hair.
It was only when you sat there for over 5 minutes that Tony finally frowned and asked, "You okay, sweetheart?"
"It hurts," you groaned, burying your face in the crook of Tony's neck. He tensed instantly, pulling you back just enough that he could scan you for injuries.
"What hurts? Are you okay? Did someone say something? Do something?" Tony's questions came out rapid fire, assessing you for any possible damage. Always the protector. He scanned your face, taking in your tired eyes and slightly smeared makeup.
"My brain won't shut up." You said, frustration dripping from your words. "I've got so much to do, and the time and energy to do none of it."
Tony tsk'd. "Ah, honey." He pulled you closer, hand pressing soothing pressure onto the back of your neck. "What do you need?"
You looked up at him, lips pouted, and kissed him. It was a little forceful, and messy, but Tony took it in stride, returning the kiss until you pulled back and said, "I need you to make it stop."
Tony frowned for a second, about to tell you why he couldn't, before meaning clicked. His eyes darkened, and when he spoke, his tone was hard and low.
"FRIDAY, lock the door."
"Yes, Mr. Stark."
You grinned. You were about to thank Tony, but you didn't get the chance before his lips were on you. He slid the hand on your neck up and into your hair, tugging not-so-gently at the strands at the base of your neck. His kissed you, mouth open and hot, tongue darting to flick against your lips. You opened your mouth in response, sinking into this kiss, and moaned when you felt Tony's tongue against yours. His free hand wandered over your body, skirting between your hip and pulling you closer. You couldn't help but grind down slightly, perfectly positioned from where you straddled him.
"My girl need to turn her brain off for a bit, hmm?" Tony said, pulling back. He slid both hands to your hips, forcing them to keep moving.
"Y-yeah," you stuttered as Tony positioned you so your clit pressed hard against his thigh.
"Look at you, already stumbling over your words." Tony chuckled as he watched your cheeks heat. "My dumb girl. Can't think 'bout anything once she starts getting wet, can she?" Again, he chuckled, not expecting an answer. He stayed like that for a moment, gently grinding you against his thigh as your pants started to fill the room. He could feel himself beneath his pants, aching and hard.
"Alright, this, off." He pulled your shirt up and over your head without much fuss, everything else following quickly. Tony leaned in and kissed your neck, his lips open and leaving saliva and little red marks smeared across your skin. His tongue darted out to ease the pain of one of the marks, and you moaned. At some point in his attack on your neck, you'd stopped grinding against his thigh, and he tutted.
"Did I say you could stop?" He asked, hands snaking up your body to fondle your breasts.
You gasped when he pinched a nipple. "N-no.."
"No, what?" Tony asked, biting just above your collarbone for emphasis.
"No, daddy." You just forced the words out, your rational thought already slipping away from you.
"Atta girl." Tony hummed. "You know the rules, babygirl. You don't do anything, or stop doin' anything, unless daddy says so. Right?"
"Uh-huh..." you whimpered.
"And why's that, baby?" Tony asked, sucking just above your right nipple. You could barely think through the pleasure, but, you supposed, that had been the point.
"Cause- cause..." you struggled to get the words out.
"Cause... cause..." Tony repeated, his tone mocking, "Cause why, baby?"
"Cause 'm too dumb," You finally got the words out, rutting against Tony's clothed thigh. Your soaked cunt was leaving wet marks on his pajamas.
"That's right, sweetheart. You're my dumb girl, yeah."
You nodded, too focused on the feeling of your clit gliding against Tony's muscled thigh. You started moving your hips faster, vaguely aware of the high, pathetic whines that where leaving your mouth. Tony watched for a moment, guiding you listlessly with your hips, before reaching up and wrapping on hand around your throat, and bringing you into another sloppy kiss.
He moaned into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. The combination of the friction against your pussy and his hand around your throat had your orgasm building rapidly.
"Gonna- gonna-," That was all you managed to get out, but it was all you needed.
"Aw," Tony hummed, "Do you wanna cum?" He asked.
You nodded desperately, "Please, daddy."
"Not yet, babygirl."
Tony pushed you off him, roughly pulling you towards the edge of the bed. With one hand on each thigh, he forced your legs apart and sunk down to his knees. "You're not gonna cum unless it's with my mouth on you, yeah?"
"Yeah- yeah."
"Look at you," Tony cooed, swiping a finger through your soaked folds, "So fuckin' wet. All desperate and whiny, too. D'you like it when I call you out for being fucking stupid?" Tony asked, teasing his thumb around your clit. You struggled to get a word out, and Tony quickly retracted his touch. "Uh-uh. Answer me, baby."
"Yes! Yes! I like it," you answered quickly, desperate for Tony to keep touching you.
"There ya go," he said, resuming his feather-light touches on your cunt. They weren't enough. "I haven't fucked you completely speechless yet. Don't worry, sweetheart, there's still time."
With that, Tony pressed a quick kiss against your mound, before sucking your clit into his mouth. He ate you out like a man starved, alternating between licking long strokes up your folds, probing at your hole with his tongue, and grazing his teeth or nose against your clit. You were pretty sure you blacked out at one point, all your stresses and thoughts floating away into a void of pleasure. You reached on hand up and toyed with your tits, until you were a writhing mess on the bed.
Tony looked up at you for a moment, your slick coating his goatee, and grinned. "Listen to you, mewling like a desperate slut," he mocked. You tried to answer, but he plunged two fingers into you and your words were cut off by a choked moan.
"No, no, baby girl, you know the rules. Stupid girls like you can't speak, can they?" There was a harsh edge to Tony's voice. "That's why you've got me, right? To do all the speaking and thinking for you? It's too much for your dumb little brain to comprehend."
You nodded, babbling out a string of incoherent yesses.
"Thought so." Tony lowered his head again then, pumping two fingers inside you as he licked and sucked at your clit. You felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, and you hips flew off the bed as you arched into Tony's touch.
"Gonna cum-!" You cried. Tony was relentless, only pausing for a second to nod his permission. You screamed as you came, and Tony didn't stop, working you through to the ends of your orgasm. When he pulled back, his fingers were slippery and coated in you.
"Sound so pretty when you scream like that, baby," He whispered, pushing himself up on top of the bed. You didn't know when, to braindead to pay attention, but he'd somehow managed to rid himself of his clothes. He crawled forward till he lay on top of you and kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
When he pulled back, he brought his fingers up for you to inspect. "Look at the mess you made," he hummed, pressing those two fingers against your lips. "Better clean it up for me."
You sucked his fingers eagerly into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits as you sucked your self off them. As you sucked, Tony lined his now-aching cock up with your entrance.
"God," he muttered, "You look so perfect like this. All braindead and stupid. Why can't you just stay like this all the time?" He asked, stroking his head between your sensitive folds. You twitched, over stimulated.
"Daddy- can't..." You whimpered, shaking your head slightly. Your legs were still shaking, your brain blissfully empty. Finally.
"Uh-uh," Tony said, fondly brushing the hair from your face, "I thought we'd established you were too stupid to make decisions for yourself, hmm? Isn't that right?"
"I-... I..." He was right. You could barely speak.
"I said, 'isn't that right?'" Tony repeated, pushing just slightly into you for good measure.
"Yes," you moaned, "'M too stupid..."
"And you need daddy to think for you, right?" Tony pushed into you slowly, sinking into your cunt to the hilt. You moaned loudly, too focused on the feeling of his cock inside you to think properly. He thrusted slowly and languidly, not in any real rush.
"Yeah, need... need daddy to think for me." You babbled obediently, clawing at Tony's back to get him to move faster. He didn't, continuing to thrust painfully slowly.
"I mean, how can you be trusted to think for yourself?" Tony mocked, watching you gasp and writhe beneath him, "One orgasm and you turn into a braindead cock whore."
You nodded your agreement, moaning loudly as one of Tony's thrusts hit just the right spot inside you. Something in the moan must've made him snap, because suddenly he was thrusting into you quickly and ruthlessly, each snap of his hits forcing his cock against your g-spot.
"Ah!" You cried out, eyes drifting shut for a moment before you focused back in on Tony's face. He was smirking down at you, one hand on your hips to steady himself, and the other rubbing gently against your clit. You mouth hung open, whimpers and moans falling out. You could feel saliva pooling and starting to drip down onto your chest. You must've looked completely fucked out.
"That's it, babygirl," Tony grinned, "Good girl. Give in to it, you know you love it. My perfect dumb girl."
You clenched around Tony at that, the combination of his degrading words and perfect touch bringing you right to the edge of a second orgasm. Tony's orgasm was approaching as fast as yours, you could tell from the way his thrusts got sloppier and his teasing words started to drop out.
"Cum with me, sweetheart," he managed, before he spilled inside of you. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around Tony's cock. His thrusts stuttered, then slow, but he didn't stop fucking his cum back inside of you for another few minutes.
You blinked blearily, only slightly more aware than before, as Tony, sweaty and smelling like sex, collapsed on top of you. He pulled out slowly, tugging you against him. Your brain still moved slowly, only half registering what was going on. After a moment, you registered Tony walking back towards you with a damp towel. When had he left the room? He cleaned between your legs gently, murmuring affirming words about how good you were under his breath. at some point, he wrestled you into one of his AC/DC shirts.
You didn't fuck again till much later, but he didn't let you think again for the rest of the night.
The characters of Thor and Loki only work in the MCU because they fundamentally belong to a different genre than everyone else. The plot of the Avengers happens because Loki, part of Thors world, bleeds into the "real" world and completely overwhelms everyone. In the Avengers scene where Thor and Loki are alone together and they start conversing in Shakespearean, for six minutes the movies genre changes and we're stuck in the opera. That's the ONLY way those two should be written as far as I'm concerned and any attempts to characterize them by fitting them into the rest of the MCU "genre" fundamentally misunderstands not only their characters but the functions they serve.
Call the Branagh movies "boring" all you want, but there's a reason the first two Thor movies were directed by a man whose main strengths were pretentious, melodramatic Shakespeare film adaptations
