#Tony Stark's Birthday

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Happy birthday 🩵💙🩵💙

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Alpine the Cat (Marvel), Jarvis (Marvel) Additional Tags: Tony Stark's Birthday, Tony Stark Feels, Steve Rogers Feels, Bucky Barnes Feels, Polyamory, polyship, poly ship, Good Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki is a good friend, Loki Has a Heart (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Apples of Idunn, Golden Apple, Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Birthday Presents, Kissing, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Humor, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Tony Stark Cuddles, Birthday cuddles Language: English Collections: Tony's Birthday Gala 2024 Published: 2024-05-16 Words: 4,241 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Tony is not looking forward to his birthday. In fact, he's downright depressed about it, and no one knows why. Not even Tony's boyfriends Steve and Bucky understand why their beloved third is so down about his day to celebrate. Well, Loki knows, and he's got the perfect birthday present to cheer his friend up.

Written for @soliloquent-stark aka soliloquent (on AO3 - READ THEIR STUFF OML!).

For soliloquent-stark’s prompt: 2. birthday morning cuddle pile ft. polyamory

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Tony Stark's Birthday Masterlist

A Little Messy, But It'll Do (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist steve/tony G, 3k

Summary: Tony is a hard man to shop for. Mostly due to the fact that he's a billionaire with poor impulse control. So whatever Steve gets him for his birthday has to be both special and not something he would get for himself. He knows he's not having a party that year, but hey, maybe that's something he can work with.

A Piece of Cake (ao3) - happyaspie G, 4k

Summary: Peter wants to make a cake and asks his mentor for help. Tony reluctantly agrees not realizing what the kid is actually up to. …but once he figures it out… his heart feels full.

Best Birthday Ever (ao3) - Auggusst pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: Today (May 29th) is Tony Stark’s birthday, and coincidentally, the day he is released from the hospital after wielding the Infinity Stones. Saving the universe merits a great (surprise) party.

birthday gift (ao3) - OnlyForward pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: for tony stark's birthday on may 29th, peter parker decides to rebuild JARVIS

Birthday Kisses (ao3) - rebelmeg pepper/tony G, 3k

Summary: One of Tony's fondest memories is the birthday kisses he'd get from his mom and his Aunt Peggy when they were still alive.

Now, decades later... Pepper, the Avengers and Co., and everyone else in Tony's life bring it back.

Everyone Deserves a Birthday (ao3) - photonstark N/R, 1k

Summary: May Parker is determined to make Tony Stark a cake for his birthday, and Peter is going to help.

Five Times Tony Stark Cried On His Birthday, and the One Time It Was Because He Was Happy (ao3) - twenty3 tony/stephen M, 5k

Summary: Most of his birthdays Tony couldn't remember.

The ones he could, he wished he couldn't.

Until now.

Four Thousand and Sixteen Pieces (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony Stark is turning fifty and starting to feel his age. That is, until Peter Parker shows up with the perfect gift...

happy birthday, boss (ao3) - superomens G, 1k

Summary: Tony Stark’s working in his lab when his birthday hits, and the bots give him a small surprise.

Happy Birthday, Tony! (ao3) - akasharpiegirl pepper/tony, peter/mj G, 2k

Summary: It’s Tony’s first birthday since he saved the entire world from the threat of Thanos once and for all.

Happy Birthday Tony Stark (ao3) - ineffablesaltflower pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: Pepper is still waiting for Tony to come home. Especially on his birthday.

Happy Birthday, Tony Stark (ao3) - imawalkingtravesty T, 3k

Summary: But today would be different. Today was his birthday. Today Tony Stark was going to shut up and suck it up because he didn’t want people mad at him on his birthday.

In which Tony Stark is trying his best, and the rest of the team isn't making it easy on him.

I.O.U (ao3) - monoocularcat steve/tony T, 7k

Summary: The Avengers decide what to give Tony for his birthday, and go on to prove that it's the thought that counts (along with kissing).

I was First (ao3) - lemonsandstrawberries" steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: It is Tony's 50th birthday and while Tony doesn't have any expectations, Steve wants to celebrate early.

Mending Relationships, One Birthday At A Time (ao3) - Nastya_M_Steel pepper/tony T, 4k

Summary: It starts on Tony's birthday and escalates from then on.

Next to Me (ao3) - cold_nights_summer_days G, 1k

Summary: I'm just hopping on the bangwaggon since its May 29th. Happy Birthday to our lord and saviour, Tony Stark!

Ridiculously Happy (ao3) - tearsofsaudade G, 1k

Summary: Tony didn't even remember it was his birthday, didn't plan to celebrate it. Peter is not happy with that plan.

Today at the Amusement Park (ao3) - Chocopiggy tony/stephen T, 1k

Summary: Stephen and Tony celebrate Tony's birthday. All fluffy moments.

Today is a Gift (ao3) - lantia4ever tony/stephen T, 3k

Summary: Everybody enjoys celebrating Tony Stark's birthday. Everybody except Tony Stark.

Leave it to the Cloak of Levitation, a Sorcerer with a bag of party tricks and his friends to remind him why today is really worth celebrating.

When You Give a Super Sniffles (ao3) - TheOceanIsMyInkwell G, 8k

Summary: “I, uh...um. Yeah. I’m a grinder. I mean, a teeth grinder! I--I grind my teeth. At night. Because…” He makes an ineffective gesture with his hands. ��Because that’s when people normally grind their teeth.”

Tony casts him a withering look, gets up, and returns from the kitchen with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel. “This should help with the swelling.”

“Oh, goodie.” Peter accepts the ice pack with an eye roll. “I love using these things every day. Love ’em more than Ned.”

“Are you usually this much of an asshole when you’re sick, or is this just special treatment for me?”

“You said I’m not supposed to feed your ego, Mr. Stark.” --- Who even gets sick on their birthday? One (1) sticky boy, apparently. Tony swears Peter Parker is a walking, (over)talking, sneezing curse because before he knows it, he, too, is sick on his birthday. Featuring tinsel scarves, way too many pop culture references to pickles, and an Uncle Rhodey who never outgrew his mother-henning days from MIT.

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morgan made him a flower crown for his bday <3

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Peter: *distraught* Mr Stark! I'm a criminal! I'm a criminal Mr Stark!

Tony: what!?

Nat: join the club kid

Sam: You're already a wanted vigilante

Tony: Peter, what are you talking about?

Peter: I have this guys knife and I don't know how to give it back to him so I'm a thief

Tony: so some guy tried to stab you, you grabbed the knife and now you think you're a criminal?

Peter: Yes.

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Infinity //

my piece for @iamironmanzine!

[tsverra28]

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Spoiling you

A/N: SURPRISE DRABBLE ANYONE? I just felt very write-yyy you know? Plus it’s his birthday. Enjoy!

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty, fluff.

Tony Stark Masterlist

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“Oh dear God!”

“It’s actually Y/N, but we can go with that.”

You smirked, temporarily parting from his cock before resuming your ministrations. You had him tied up, legs parted while you swallowed his length, using one of your toys to stimulate his puckered hole in tandem. He was in for a real treat and you were just getting started.

You loved spoiling Tony Stark, especially since he was constantly spoiling you. It was his birthday and since the man practically had everything, you decided upon these ‘gifts’ that were sure he would enjoy.

The day began with you waking him up with a hand job, then by making him his favourite coffee just the way he liked, and then two more cups of the same; you had proceeded on making him blueberry pancakes which was followed by this.

The incredible sense of power you felt having his man at your mercy was unparalleled. He was letting out sounds that only dampened your panties, had you moaning around his length to spur him on.

“What an evil tongue you have. Jesus..”

Smiling, you continued to roll that ‘evil tongue’ around the swollen tip languidly, tasting salty precum on it that let you know he was getting close. His taut muscles clenched under your touch as he drove his hips forward to push his cock further down your throat.

“Patience, darling boy.”

The way his mouth fell open at your pet name made you celebrate on the inside. Leaving him with a pop you stood up, abandoning the buzzing toy to undo your robe, revealing the sluttiest piece of lingerie you had purchased keeping Tony in mind.

“Good God woman, you trying to kill me here?” He whined, drinking in your appearance like a man starved.

“Just spoiling my favourite guy on his birthday.” You chuckled, leaning forward to brush your moist but clothed core over his cock, pressing your lips to his ear.

“Do you wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?” You whispered seductively, grinning when Tony let out a frustrated groan. This was his best birthday till date.

“I’ll come right here right now if you continue this charade, sweetheart.”

Clicking your tongue, you slid the lace panties to a side, mixing your juices with Tony’s precum teasingly before slipping him inside your tight heat.

“Fuck you’re so tight, Y/N.”

You felt him twitch, the way his arms tugged against restraints let you know that he was doing his level best not to climax so soon. You moved only a bit, his cock snug inside your wet heat as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a victorious look on your face.

“Don’t worry this isn’t gonna be the only time you come today, my Anthony.”

[superheroesandspies]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RDJ!

Robert Downey Jr. vs The Giggles

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Simple Gifts

“Here.” Stephen thrust the small package at Tony. He’d been debating with himself for the last three weeks. First about whether to get Tony something or not. Colonel Rhodes had assured him that Tony never expected anything from his friends, given how hard Tony could be to shop for—Stephen didn’t exactly want to stick himself in the friend category, anyways, even if he’d yet to make any sort of move. Then, when he’d finally decided to bite the bullet and do it, he’d had to decide what in the world he was supposed to give someone who had essentially everything.

Tony stared down at the package for a long moment, brow furrowed in bemusement, but he took the package. “What is it?”

Stephen would have thought that was obvious. “Your birthday present, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Tony repeated. “People don’t get me presents,” he said the words as though Stephen should know better. “I’m kind of hard to shop for.”

“Trust me,” Stephen said. “I’m well aware of that.”

Tony eyed him for a long moment, then shrugged before carefully unwrapping the present. Stephen almost wished he’d just rip the wrapping paper off and get it over with, but Tony was apparently being contrary—even unknowingly—because he seemed to have decided that he was going to finish with a perfect thing of wrapping paper.

It seemed to take forever for Tony to unwrap the present, prying open the box carefully. He froze.

Stephen bit his lip. Had this been a bad idea? Vishanti, this had been a bad idea. He shouldn’t have gotten anything. Or if he had, he should have gotten something normal.

“What is it?” Tony asked.

“They’re spells,” Stephen explained. He moved closer, slipping into Tony’s space. “Here, dump them out.”

Tony carefully tilted the box; the three spells fell out into his hand, connected by a thin chain that could be hooked around Tony’s wrist. Stephen had contained each spell in a small containment unit, about the size of a standard dice.

The green and silver metal square was wrapped around the orange spells, seemingly contained by glass, though that was an illusion rather than a reality.

Stephen picked up the chain, settling it on his own hand. He pointed at the first one on the right. “This spell is a spell of invisibility. It’s not an entirely impressive piece of magic, but it will last about ten minutes and can be applied five times.” He pointed at the second spell, on the left. “This one is a mild levitation spell. You probably won’t need it often, with the suit, but it’ll last about five minutes and can be used five times as well.”

Tony looked up at him, the expression on his face difficult to read. “And the last one?”

Stephen rubbed a thumb over the spell in the middle. “This is a shield charm, it should withstand all but the most powerful of spells. It can be used twice.” He’d had to decide what was more important, a heavy-duty shield spell that could only be used a few times, or a light-weight shield spell that had a higher number of applications. Knowing Tony, though, if someone was going to go after him, they’d go after him with the worst they had. “I’ve charmed the container on this one so that I can re-apply the spell once they’ve been used.” The others would vanish once they’d fulfilled their purpose, but this one…

It had been a tricky bit of magic, but well worth it. The others he could replace based off what Tony wanted—if he did ever want more—but this one… well, shielding Tony… Protecting him... There was nothing Stephen would replace that with.

Tony examined him for a moment. Stephen tried not to let his anxiety show. “Is this… all right?” He knew that Tony had some reservations about magic, still, but Stephen… well, it was what he had to give.

And admittedly, once the idea had occurred to him, Stephen hadn’t been able to stop. The idea of being able to provide Tony with magical protection had been unrelenting.

Tony bit his lip, then nodded. He held out his wrist. “Want to do the honors?”

Stephen smiled, relief filling him. He wrapped the chain around Tony’s wrist and then used a quick spell to do the latch. “Only you can take it off,” he said. “Or me,” he acknowledged. “Since it’s my magic, but for all intents and purposes, just you.”

Tony shook his hand a little. There was a faint clink of the spells knocking into each other. It looked innocuous, like a simple charm bracelet—though admittedly, one that wasn’t entirely Tony’s style—certainly not like a minor magical relic.

“How much work did this take you?” Tony asked.

Stephen shrugged. Several weeks worth, but he didn’t want to admit that. “Not much.”

Tony nodded, looking down at his bracelet. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Stephen said. “I want you to be safe.”

Tony’s smile was soft. “I don’t think I’ve ever been safer.” He paused, considering Stephen for a long moment. A small smile crossed his lips and then he was pressing up. The kiss came, soft and gentle, pressed against Stephen’s cheek.

Stephen felt a flush rush over him; he was sure his cheeks were bright red. So, yes, maybe Stephen hadn't been entirely inconspicuous about his feelings. Tony’s kiss made Stephen think he wasn’t entirely alone in that, though.

“Happy Birthday, Tony.”

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Sugar Sugar

Summary: You chose Bucky. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Steve is right there and it’s his birthday. The competition isn’t over.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairings: College grad Steve x Grad School Reader; College grad Bucky x Grad School Reader (Not Stucky); Various Marvel MCU Characters (in same age except for Stark) x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate au, S MUT! Lovers quarrel before action starts, angst, flirting, Tony being Tony, lowkey voyeurism, a lil bit of fluff. drinking, flirting, crushes, an unsanctioned birthday picnic, ‘borrowed’ champagne, birthday “kisses” 😏, oral s ex (f receiving), cheating (maybe. possibly)

A/N: This is a sequel to last year’s Sugar. I know! 😫 I hope you like it.

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You were sipping your blueberry tequila smash and staring moodily across the water. It was supposed to be a festive day and an even better night, but that insanely handsome and inconsiderate roommate/boyfriend of yours ruined it all.

Or rather, you ruined it, thinking that you would be any different than any of the other girls he’d smashed and passed on. So what it had lasted a year? Bucky was leaving you now, so cheers to wasted time.

You downed the rest of your drink in one gulp as you thought to get another when someone cleared their throat beside you.

You glanced over to see your boss standing beside you, resplendent in a white suit and sunglasses. You straightened up and ran your free hand over your white mini sundress with blue polka dots and greeted him.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Stark. This party is so nice. Great way to celebrate the Fourth!”

You plastered on a fake smile and aimed it at him. He smiled back at you.

“Cut the shit, Sugar. I know you’re not that happy. I saw you and Barnes had words and he stalked out. I warned you about fraternization.”

Your stomach dropped and you just knew that you would be fired and kicked out of Stark house, losing your graduate fellowship. Shit. Stark knew everything, even the nickname that your roommates, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers had given you.

“Oh that? That was nothing, just a roommate disagreement.”

Stark leaned in. He smelled good. Real good. He smelled….rich.

“Listen. That rule is not because I mind co-workers getting it on…” 

He paused and winked at you, and instead of being creepy, it was funny, so you laughed. 

“It’s because most people, especially young people like you, can’t do it without all the feels.”

He nodded and you turned to see Wanda and Vis sneaking off around the house, hand in hand.

“That’s going to lead to heartbreak,” he said, indicating the sneaky couple.

Then looked you in the eyes. 

“And you’re going to be all twisted up into knots between those two grunts if you’re not careful.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“Two grunts?”

Stark sighed and raised his hand.

“You need to lay off the red, white, and blue drinks, Sugar.”

He looked you up and down and you don’t know if it was the drinks, but you weren’t mad at him. He was kind of charming.

“Barnes and Rogers. Part of the reason I keep you around, besides the fact that your IQ is within 20 points of mine, is the increased productivity around them when you are together. Competition is a wonderful thing for business.”

When the server appeared, he grabbed an elegant looking red drink.

“But lately productivity is falling. Hence Barnes’ new offer. It had to be done, Sugar. Now we all can concentrate on the work ahead.”

You frowned at what he was saying, not giving voice to your feelings on that subject. Stark sighed again and shook his head as he handed the drink to you, despite what he said earlier.

“Kir Royale.”

You accepted it and took a sip. Then you looked up at Stark.  You were beginning to think that he might have been pretty cute when he was younger.

“I was Sugar, and I’m a handsome devil now.”

You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as he winked and walked away, not knowing you’d said that out loud. You watched him walk away as he commented over his shoulder. 

“Nice dress, Sugar. It’s making several people all hard, soft, and wet.”

You gasped again, looking down. The dress covered everything, and you didn’t know what he was talking about. You turned toward the river and the afternoon sun again, finally realizing.

The sun was shining through your dress and everyone behind you could see everything you had to offer. And you hadn’t worn any underwear because you came with Bucky.

You quickly made your way down the lawn to the edge of the hedge maze to put the greenery at your back and to watch the water in privacy. Irritation was on the edge of your brain, but the drinks were making everything mellow. 

So what, your boyfriend had accepted a position in Romania for a year?

So what, you couldn’t go with because you’d won a coveted Stark fellowship that extended your housing and salary into while you studied in graduate school at NYU?

So what, Bucky didn’t consult you before committing himself?

So what, you were an idiot who thought you could have happily ever after?

You jumped at a noise behind you. You wheeled around and were stopped in your tracks.

“Hey Sugar.”

Steve was there, with a strange look on his face, but his bright blue shirt was making those eyes pop.

“Oh. Hullo Steve.” 

You pouted at him and he almost fell to his knees. 

Things had been different with you and Steve since you and Bucky had gotten together last year. You were still friends, but he kept you at arms length. You didn’t think much about it, because you’d been wrapped up in your relationship, but as you looked at him now, the guilt hit you full force.

“Oh shit, Cap! It’s your birthday!”

His Lacrosse moniker flew from your lips as you threw yourself into his arms for a hug. Steve was caught off guard and stumbled backward, but managed to break your fall with his body. His hard body. 

“Thank you. You remembered.”

You were both laughing as you untangled from each other on the ground.

“Of course I did! I’m your bestie, right?” 

You gave him your bightest smile.

“Bestie. Right.” 

Steve thought of the innocent kiss you’d shared last year. He thought of it every day, in fact. But you were Bucky’s girl. He looked at you and grinned. You made him so happy. You and Bucky were his only family, so he was glad to be with you today, if only for a moment. 

“I see you were trying to be alone. I’ll leave you be.”

The sight of you made him weak, so he made to leave before he said something stupid. Then, he felt your hand grab his.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Mister?”

“Ummm…?”

“Um, nothing! We’re going to celebrate your birthday in style, Bestie.” 

Your eyes sparkled at him.

“Are you ready for your reconnaissance mission?”

—--

20 minutes later, you and Steve met in the same place, behind the hedges. He’d completed his mission with table cloth and a box full of some hor’s d'oeuvres from the party. Steve had charmed one of the servers in the kitchen.

He took you in, a mischievous look on your face and your arms behind your back. Your nipples were pointed right at him through your dress and his mouth went dry.

“What do you have there?”

Steve’s deep baritone and his raised eyebrow did something to you, but you shook it off as you brought your hands in front of you. Steve barked at your audacity.

You’d swiped a bottle of Stark’s Bollinger Vieilles Vignes Françaises from the bar and the entire top to the strawberry and blueberry five tier sponge cake that was on the buffet.

“Only the best for my bestie!”

Steve shook his head at you as you set up the picnic.

You and Steve talked like you hadn’t in over a year. You ate and drank and just relaxed, bringing your old vibe back. Everything was perfect, even the beginning sunset across the water.

Until Steve complimented your dress.

“This is nice.” 

He took it in his hand to feel the fabric, bushing his fingertips along your thigh. You shivered and looked down at his hand, leaving Steve to marvel at your eyelashes across your cheeks. Then, you looked back up at him and reached up to feel his beard.

“So is this. Been meaning to tell you.”

Steve’s new-ish whiskers were somehow stiff, but soft, and you let your fingertips linger against his face, eyes drawn to his lips, made even more red by the strawberries off the cake. You licked yours unconsciously, thinking of that 7 minutes in heaven last summer.

“So… what do you want for your birthday?”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his face and sat back on your knees, hands on your thighs. For some reason, that made Steve hot and bothered. He considered you.

“Today has been great. The food, the drink, the cake.”

He grinned.

“”Great’, but not ‘Perfect.’” 

You cocked your head at him and Steve wanted his hands on you. 

“What would make it perfect?”

Steve grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a swig because you hadn’t gotten any glasses.

“It’ll never happen.”

Your interest was piqued.

“Never say never, Cap.”

Was Steve drunk, or was your voice more sultry? He shook his head, partially to clear it, and partially in denial.

“I think I can say never with confidence on this one.”

You got up on your knees and grabbed his arm.

“C’mon, please, please, please! It’s your birthday. I’ll do anything to make it happen, pleaaaseeeee!”

You bouncing up and down begging on your knees made Steve’s reserve snap.

“I want to kiss you.”

You stopped moving and your mouth hinged open. Then you licked your lips. 

“Ummmmmm….”

“That’s what I thought.”

Steve took another swig.

“Can’t do that. You’re Buck’s girl…”

Your reticence evaporated at the mention of James Barnes.

“Fuck Bucky.” 

And you threw yourself at Steve, causing him to drop the bottle, then blindly feel for it, making sure it was upright before pulling you into his lap.

The kiss was less innocent than the first, all lips, tongues and teeth, even biting as Steve sought to possess you. You found yourself grinding on Steve’s bulge as year old memories of what his casually swinging roommate cock looked like flashed through your mind.

Then you stopped, moved off Steve’s lap and lay back on the table cloth, eyes closed and hand on your heaving chest.

“That was great.”

You chuckled and smiled, eyes still closed. You missed Steve’s eyes roaming over your prone body.

“Great, but not perfect?”

“I wasn’t talking about kissing you on those lips….”

Your eyes flew open the now dark sky and you turned your head to see Steve lying next to you, a pained look on his face.

“Steve…”

“I know… but… damn Sugar… I’m down bad for you. Always have been.”

You looked into those baby blues and you knew it was true. 

“I….”

Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shifted and pulled your dress up slowly, causing Steve’s eyes to follow every move, and an unconscious groan to escape from his lips. When you revealed your naked core to him, he got up on his knees.

“We’ve got to make your birthday perfect, now don’t we?”

Steve gulped.

“Oh, Sugar…Sugar…”

He looked up at you, eyes dilated.

“You sure…?”

“Kiss me, Stevie…”

You let your leg fall open, and Steve’s hands were on you, pulling you toward him as he leaned down toward your naked bottom. He put his hand under your thigh and propped it up and over his shoulder.

His hot breath against your pussy lips made you shudder. He looked up at you.

“I knew you’d be pretty everywhere.”

You smiled and put your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. 

“You’re so nice, Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Nice? I’ll show you nice.”

And he leaned down and liked your pussy, tongue sweeping into your sweet tang and setting his world on fire.

“Fucking delicious…”

“Languagggeeeeee… Stevie, fuck!”

You couldn’t handle it as he dove in and pulled and sucked your clit like taffy candy

Steve chuckled, then looked up at what he was doing to you. Your head was thrown back, one hand still grabbing his hair and the other on your breast.

“Look at me.”

You brought your head up to see him and then gasped as he spit on your pussy and then licked it up. 

“Shit, Steve…”

His mouth had disappeared into your cunt as you replied.

“T-ththat wasn’t very nice. In fact…”

You had to stop speaking because now Steve had brought two thick fingers up and had entered your slick passage. The way he finger fucked you while sucking your clit made your eyes roll back in your head. You had his hair tight and the tighter you pulled, the more he groaned and licked you up. 

You grunted through your orgasm, still cognizant that people might hear you.

After you came, Steve looked up at you and curled his fingers which were still inside you, making you slap your hand over your mouth as you keened behind it. That extended your orgasm and had you searching for air as Steve’s hand ran up your dress to squeeze your soft breasts.

“That was great, Sugar. But you know what would be perfect?”

You knew knew what was coming next. 

You thought.

“If you rode my face and came in my mouth.”

“Oh.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish the way your mouth stayed open in surprise.

You were sexy as hell to Steve Rogers.

He moved smoothly down to the ground and you took in the tent that was made through his khaki pants. You were a little disappointed. You wanted him inside you.

Steve chuckled and reached out his arms, grabbing for you.

“C’mere, Sugar, bring me that sweet, sweet sugary cream.”

You blushed, despite the debauchery you just participated in, and allowed yourself to be pulled up to Steve’s chest, your skirt fanning around him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and moved your skirt up for access.

“Now, I want you to sit on my face.”

“That handsome face with that big ass tongue?” 

You used to tease him about it all the time.

Steve smiled and nodded.

“Ummmhmmmm.” 

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it.

“The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Then he turned and kissed your thigh. Next, his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Now, bring that ass here…”

You couldn’t help but obey as you raised up on your thighs and scooted up as he scooted down. He pulled you down so that you were seated perfectly on his face, his tongue spearing inside you. His hands held you apart as next he did a swirly thing and also a full lick from the top to the bottom of you, all the while watching you.

All shyness disappeared as soon you were grabbing his hair again and undulating on his mouth. Steve nodded and groaned, which encouraged you to go for the gold.

“Oh, my god, Steve…”

You fucked yourself on his face as he sucked and tweaked your clit, listening to his moans of pleasure. The thought that this is what he wanted to do on his birthday was getting you off.

Oh, and the stunning cunnilingus that this man was performing on you helped as well.

At first you thought it was your orgasm, but the fireworks that were lighting up the sky wasn’t from your own climax, but the thousands of dollars Stark paid for them. You allowed yourself to scream as you squirted into Steve’s mouth, and you collapsed over him as he scooted out, flipped up your skirt and licked you clean.

You lay shivering on the ground watching the lights in the sky as Steve lay down beside you and viewed the fireworks with you. 

He pulled you into his arms as you whispered, “What about that?”

You wiggled your bottom against his boner.

“That will get taken care of, one way or another.”

Steve leaned up and kissed your cheek.

“Right now, this moment is perfect.”

You smiled and relaxed, thinking that what you had given Steve was also a gift to yourself.

Stars sparked in the sky as you snuggled into Steve’s arms and Bucky turned away from the hedge, heading toward Romania.

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[myst1calx]

tony made him that cake :3

[hihi!!! this is the avengers assemble uni! please do not repost my work, reblogging and liking are fine with me!]

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[pr0crastin]

Peter refusing to accept Tony’s money so Tony getting creative, I present to you

Tony breaking all of Peter and May’s things so he can replace them with better ones, examples include

Tony putting a fork in the toaster while it was on under the pretence of taking the bread out

well how was I supposed to know it doesn’t go in there? Friday usually makes me breakfast

Mr Stark you literally built an empire off of your technological genius-

Look kid, I’ll just get you a new one

Tony casually leaning against the fridge and knocking it over

I’m really buff kid I don’t like to talk about it

Tony testing out his thrusters in Peter’s living room, results include a destroyed television and a hole in the wall it was mounted on

Good thing we have spares in the basement

Spare whats? Walls?

Spare TVs, underoos. The wall I’ll have rebuilt- it was looking a little shaky anyways

That wall has stood perfectly fine for sixteen years-

Friday I’m gonna need you to send one of the spare plasma screens and two guys to install it, thanks

Tony straight up throwing the microwave out through the kitchen window

MR STARK-

Pete, do you know how detrimental microwaved food is to your health? I’ll get you a new one

WON’T IT STILL BE DETRIMENTAL

My own technology kid, you don’t look this young at my age just like that

Tony blasting a hole through the washing machine

So noisy these things. How do you stand them

Oh my God-

Pepper just bought a washing machine we don’t need, funny thing that

Tony setting the apartment on fire

I’d love to hear you explain this one Mr Stark

Irrelevant, also you can just move into the state of the art apartment at stark towers what a coincidence that it’s empty

[sunnysideprincess]

I think I have forgotten how to draw anything but someone 👀 said "btw you should (yes should) draw tony today" and I just had to

[itsagentromanoff]

Happy Birthday, Robert Downey Jr

[not-close-to-straight]

Happy Birthday to the GOAT, to my fave, to the one who took two of my favorite characters and put them on the big screen in a way that completely melted my brain, ruined my life, introduced me to fandom and fan fiction and who is STILL the definition of Academy Award Winning ICONIC

♥️

🥰

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