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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~!! 🎂🎉🥳

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Haven't been on for a while and with good reason!

Guess what happens when it's midnight tonight? Can anyone guess or shall I spoil it? I shouldn't have to, though...but just know that tomorrow is My Day. It. Is. MINE~

Tick-Tock, ladies and gentlemen.

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Today isn't a good day for me.

Tread very lightly right now. Please.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤... 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 “ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒” ℝ𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

🇺🇸 Multiverse/Bisexual

🇺🇸 Literate and descriptive as you are

🇺🇸 Mun is 40+

❤️ for an interaction (may be selective)

🔁 for exposure

Tony nods and removes his hands slowly.

"Yes. Always, Steve." He sits and waits. He's wanted this for the longest time and he'll be damned if he screws this up somehow.

"YES! Steve, I want to go on a date with you! Oh my goodness, you are utterly ridiculous!" Tony exclaims, cupping the man's face in his hands and gently shaking it from side to side.

"Do you need me to translate anymore or is it finally sinking in yet?"

Tony groans, covers his face with his hands and groans.

"Oh my gosh, you great big, loveable old man. I want to go out with you!" Tony finally says before sighing.

"You can go toe to toe with me when we're arguing, but when it comes to obvious hints you practically need a billboard."

STILL missing my science buddy, but I remember that day. Thor came back before Loki's trial to celebrate with us. Bruce and I, with Thor's permission, mixed so many drinks with his meat to see if anything would stick....none of it did. Still a fun night, though!

"Someone who's...more?" Tony tries not to look Steve in the eyes, but he wants him some kind of affirmation. Something to let him know that he's not just reaching here.

He desperately wants to pick at his fingers. Curse his nervous habit.

》ready to, Tony would be there. But they just met and Tony didn't think it would be anytime soon, not that he would want it to be.

All that mattered to him was that Bob was comfortable here. That's all.

Tony blinked and shut the screen off with thought alone. That was going to take some getting used to. Turning to Bob, Tony looked over him and his posture before patting his shoulder.

"....You wanna burger? I could go for a cheeseburger right now."

He wasn't going to talk about it. When Bob was 》

》it aside. It was all happening very fast, but maybe after weeks of being alone, Tony was desperate for the closeness of another person. And with his long-standing crush on Steve, it felt perfect.

This felt right.

But was it the same for Steve?

He felt like a puzzle piece. He pressed down against Steve, and thanks to their pajamas, it felt...very intimate. This felt right, like he had been holding back for FAR too long and finally knew that this was okay. It's okay to open up.

Pulling back with a pant, Tony slid his shirt off and tossed》

》be near Steve. He needed this too.

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back!

Thanks to his sudden new strength, Tony flipped Steve around until he was beneath him and once his hands were over his head, Tony leaned down and pressed his lips against the Captain's. He wasn't thinking and he didn't want to. He just wanted to》

Tony pants, his gaze locked back onto Steve's. He doesn't answer him, too lost in the imagery the good Captain had given him.

Though he was older than he remembered, Steve was still beautiful like this. Tony always thought that even before they met.

He wanted to kiss him. God, he was tempted!

》of pure gold.

"My precious!!"

Don't think about that, don't think about that, don't think about that, DON'T—!

Fuck, he thought about it!!

His eyes suddenly come alight like bright blue bulbs and he cries out as he yanks the case out of Steve's hand.

"NO ONE CAN USE THESE!!" Because to the cyborg, these might as well be made 》

》Besides, what if Steve moved on and used them with someone else?! The cyborg would be damned if that ever happened. Not with HIS toys! Not with HIS Captain!!

"Let go of it, Rogers!"

"I don't NEED them for anything, but they're mine!" He huffed back. He was gonna put him with the Cap shrine. Well, he saw it as a collection, but anyone who heard about it would know it was a shrine.

"Gimme!" Tony grunts almost childishly as he tries to tug the suitcase out of Steve's hands. 》

"You act like I intend to destroy them or something! This is just mine now, alright?!" Tony huffed, still trying to take this back over to the sofa.

He wanted to envision the use of every toy and study them as if they were precious jewels. These were his treasures now. He would not ruin them.

Tony held it tighter as he tried to side-step out of the room with it.

"...It has. My name. On it." Right inside, emblazoned in gold. Tony Stark did indeed own this suitcase.

"Mine," he hissed like a cat.

》trust Tony of all people to move him and bend him in every which way was just...it was...

Tony had to lower the suitcase as his face lit up a deep crimson. His heart pounded so fast that his eyes began to light up.

"We...we should continue movie night some other time..."

Tony's pupils dilated because he didn't expect that. Everyone always seemed to assume Steve would be the top. He was big, muscular, and had this determined air about him when he worked...but at the same time, it made sense.

Steve had to control a lot of the situation, but to let that go? To 》

"Yes, definitely, but MY name is still on it, sooo..." he holds the now-closed suitcase close to his chest.

"....Top or bottom?" Tony suddenly asked Steve. He was specifically asking him this. "Are you a top or bottom, Steve? Both?"

》designed handcuffs made JUST for super soldiers.

"Holy shit..." then there was the gags and other toys. "HOLY SHIT...!"

They really used these. They were definitely clean, but there were some bite marks on the gags that would never go away. The cyborg was floored.

Tony's low chuckle could be heard in the bedroom as he hid on the other side of the bed. He was trying to distance himself from Steve.

But in his lap was an open suitcase and inside was a COLLECTION the cyborg was all too familiar with.

"I found it~" he chuckled more as he took out special 》

》he's looking for was somewhere in Steve's closet, because Tony was a man who liked to plan ahead and Tony definitely left "preparation" items inside Steve's room, not just clothes and toiletries. The cyborg was out to find those items now~

Tony's smile turned devious and he slowly motioned to the hallway.

"I gotta use the restroom again. Be right back." He rushed down the hall and there was a click of a light and a door closing, but Tony did NOT go into the restroom. He walked past it and tiptoed towards Steve's room. He knew what 》