#tonysbuttplug

Your honor, my lord, when it's you posting dick, ofc we're all gonna start smashing windows and screaming while running around on fire

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I’m actually not sure; I keep changing my mind on if one of those two is slightly taller than the other, or if they’re the same height. I just happen to also be very bad at drawing two humans interacting without them ending up two different sizes :’D For EMH and AA I’m usually more interested in a subtle “pointy vs rounded” thing, rather than who’s taller or broader. 

Sure, have a tsum tsum Bucky in these trying times.

This one is set in the 1940's, Tony is between his late teens and early twenties. I don't remember how they meet, but it's because of Howard. Anyway, Tony is struggling with the abuse Howard puts on him for being gay, and kind of to get back at Howard, one night at a party he dresses in drag, or a woman. Anyway, Peggy is very proud of him, and Steve who he had grown close to, is very disappointed and kinda disgusted in Tony, causing Tony to runaway with like this group of drag queens (i think). He meets this guy who he has the seggs with but they don't get together. Anyway I THINK, Steve writes letters to Tony apologizing to him for how he acted, but doesn't know where he is so he can't send them. Anyway they find eachother, and Tony still dresses in drag and is v beautiful. AND TONY WAS A MECHANIC, HE BUILT THE VALKYRIE (sorry i just remembered this detail) and the day Steve goes into ice, he calls Tony, and Tony tries to tell him that he can fix it, but as we all know, Steve goes into the Ice and Tony is just so heartbroken. I think it had like an open ending of Steve possibly going back to Tony

I generally don’t do pregnancy fics but I could get behind the rest of it easy.

This takes a turn for the weird kinky about halfway through. Sorry about that, I’m a little sleep deprived.

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Tony bats ineffectually at Bucky’s hands, trying to shove him away. Bucky just gives him a deeply unimpressed look. To him, Tony is as weak as a kitten and about as adorable as one too.

“No!” Tony shrieks. “No, no, no! You can’t make me! You’ve hurt me enough!”

He manages a lucky swipe at Bucky’s hand, knocking the scissors from his hand and halfway across the room. They both look after the scissors for a moment and then Tony gives him a triumphant grin. Bucky sighs.

“Steve!” he shouts. He wraps his arm more securely around Tony, who’s now trying to squirm away. “I’m sorry I nicked your chin when your broke your arm last year and I’m sorry we can’t go see a stylist but we’re going undercover and your stylist likes to take pictures of your new hairstyle.”

“Because my hair is good.” Tony hisses at the scissors. “Those are not good.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I cut my own hair for seventy years as the Winter Soldier.”

Tony looks aghast. “That’s why your hair was so bad? I thought Hydra just particularly hated you.”

“Hey!” Bucky protests mildly. 

Steve appears in the doorway, arms crossed. “What’s he shrieking about now?”

“Tony doesn’t want me to cut his hair so he threw the scissors across the room. Could you get them for me?”

“You have two hands,” Tony points out. “Why can’t you get them?”

“Because the last time I let you go, you dove for the vents. It was real nice of you, doll, to make them big enough for Clint but I think we all know that I can’t fit in there. I’m not losing you again. Wheels are up tomorrow. You gotta be ready by then.”

Steve is smirking at the two of them. He had volunteered to pack their bags, leaving Bucky to wrestle a squirming, protesting Tony into submission so he could shave the beard and cut and dye his hair since Tony refuses to. Tony claims that it’s his “look” and his “brand” and he shouldn’t have to get rid of them if he doesn’t want to. Bucky’s argument is that he shouldn’t have volunteered for this mission if he hadn’t thought he could handle the undercover look.

Tony had argued back that there was no way he was letting his two boyfriends go on a three-month mission without him.

“Why not?” Steve had asked curiously.

“Sex,” Tony had said flatly. The conversation had derailed pretty quickly after that.

Steve hands him the scissors, still looking amused. 

“Could you sit on him for me?” Bucky asks. “Can’t work if I’m trying to hold onto him.”

“What, you can’t just tie him down?”

Tony stills. Bucky stills. Steve raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t think about that?” he asks.

Bucky glances down at Tony, whose eyes have gotten big and round and dark. He looks like he’s barely breathing. “I’d need your help,” Bucky says. “Don’t want him running off while I’m getting rope.”

Steve tilts Tony’s chin up with a finger and hums thoughtfully. “He has been misbehaving, hasn’t he?” he comments. He slides two fingers from his other hand into Tony’s mouth, watching as he obediently sucks on them. “What do you think, sweetheart? Tie you up, let Bucky cut your hair, and then if you’ve been good, lay you back down and fuck you?”

Tony nods quickly and eagerly. Steve slides his fingers out of his mouth and cups his cheek, Tony leaning into it sweetly like he hadn’t just thrown the scissors across the room not five minutes earlier. Bucky wants to protest how pliant Tony’s being but he wants to disturb him less. 

“Get the ropes,” he whispers to Steve, who heads for the closet, and stands with Tony in his arms to put him in the chair.

Tony goes where he’s put without even a peep of complaint. Bucky kisses his forehead, fondly amused even as he’s a little frustrated that this is what it takes for Tony to let him touch his hair. Tony hums under his kiss, hands twitching like he wants to reach up and grab onto him but he doesn’t.

“Good boy. Now was that so difficult?” he murmurs and Tony sags back in the chair like his strings have been cut. He’s pliant through Steve coming back with the ropes, through being stripped and tied, through the haircut, and all the way up through Steve eventually taking him out of the chair and spreading him out on their bed.