#winterboneless x reader

[persephone-andromeda]

Love That Will Last

Requested? Yes | No

Will you please write a Bucky x Ivar x Reader fic that takes place during Victorian times? Lots of romance please

Pairing: Victorian times!Winterboneless x reader

Summary: You are the duchess to be of Duke James Barnes and the lover of Lord Ivar Ragnarsson in secret. On the night of a ball, you and Ivar have an argument and you wonder if this love is meant to last.

Song inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8GxG7IuI0Y

Warning(s): Angst, reader and Ivar get into an argument, loving James, ends in fluff

Word count: 2.8k (oops)

A/N: This is my first request in a long time! Hope you like it!

Tags: @unbetaedimagines​

The ballroom was blazing with light. Chandeliers cast mini rainbows as the crystals gleamed. A fountain could be heard faintly bubbling outside against the chatter and music of the room and the footsteps of eager ladies and less eager gentleman. Cream and gold decorated the walls with expensive frames of art and sculptures pushed to the corners of the room but placed in a way that looked deliberate. Opulence was the name and it showed.

You were standing by one of the open balcony doors to get the faintest trace of a spring evening breeze. The dress you wore was too tight and the heat of the room made everything too claustrophobic. Maybe it was the champagne too…

A glass of water appeared in your vision and you cast your eyes to your fiancé before downing the liquid quickly. You sighed in relief.

“Thank you. This room is absolutely stifling.”

“Here I thought it was just my presence.”

You snort and hand him the empty glass.

“I could never be bored in your presence, James, no matter what you think,” you tell him before taking him in.

James Barnes, your town’s most eligible bachelor, and a holder of a very large estate, was the most eligible bachelor, is dressed in a smart suit with black tails behind him and a bowtie to match. His blue eyes are slightly shadowed in the light and they make him look even more alluring with the slight smirk on his face.

“I am a lucky man.”

“You better not forget it, or I might just leave you,” you tease.

He fakes a gasp as he holds the glass close to his chest.

“My love you wound me.” He casts his eyes around the room. “Which one of these insufferable fools would you leave me for?”

You also cast your eyes around the room for a few moments and you spot the lord of the house, Ivar, sulking away in a corner with a half empty glass of whiskey. You grin a bit as you turn back to James.

“Well, there’s a lot of qualities and responsibilities that I’d need to replace you,” you start and rock on the balls of your feet, as much as the shoes allow. “First, he’d have to be able to support me and whatever endeavors I hope to achieve. Secondly, he has to be attractive and fun. He can’t sulk away the day. Finally, he has to have an open mind. I have ambitions and dreams and maybe I want to cause some trouble too. He has to help.”

James nods as he twirls the stem of the glass between his fingers.

“Hmm, well, I do believe you’re out of luck here sweetheart. None of these men here have all three qualities that you desire. I guess you’re stuck with me.”

He grins at you and you flush at his gaze as you know what that look means.

“Behave, James. We’re in public,” you whisper as he draws you close to his side.

“Maybe I just want to have a little bit of fun.”

The band concludes with the song and you applaud politely with everyone else as they take a break. You kiss James’s cheek, as the sound of scraping chairs and hurried footsteps around you gives you an opportunity to lean away from his promising touch.

“Will you get me more water? I’m parched.”

James nods and then goes off into the crowd. You take a moment to look for Lord Ivar again, but he is gone from his spot in the corner. You frown for a moment and then hear the signs of squeaky wheels halt at your side.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” he says, and you turn to see him beside you. You start into a curtsey. “You don’t need to do that, you know.”

You smile coyly as you dip back down anyways, just to torture him with the neckline of your dress.

“It is your family home, my lord. It would be impolite to not pay my respects,” you say and complete the curtsey before standing back up.

“And because it is my home, I can command you to do certain…acts,” he teases back.

You fight the flush that tries to crawl its way under your skin.

“Of course, my lord,” you drawl. “But I always make you pay for it later.”

You wink at him and then casts your eyes around the room to make it seem like you and the lord are having a simple conversation, perhaps about the artwork lining the walls. No one needs to know that you’ve been here may times before and you’ve memorized the lines of wallpaper meeting together and the places of frames, even when they are taken down for cleaning.

“Has there been any news about my father’s statues? I thought that you would have told me something by now…” you enquire.

Your father conserved ancient marble statutes and once he had died, since he had no male heir, they were sold at the house auction, breaking your heart. Before you had met James, you spent quite some time looking for them, but you hadn’t been able to find them. Upon James introducing you to Ivar, and learning about his connects, he put out enquiries into them. He had found them two months ago but no new information had been provided since then, leaving you antsy.

The squeak of leather alerts you to the fact that he’s shifting in his seat, either from discomfort from the topic or from the pain in his legs. If this was any other situation, you would help him, but you cannot. No one can know.

“You know I cannot talk about that. Only James is privy-”

“To that information, I know. You always say that,” you finish and sigh before looking at him again. “You know my background. My father didn’t educate me in conservation for years just for you and James to disregard my experience, even in our….relationship. It isn’t fair.”

“Can you believe that we are trying to protect you?”

“No. If you wanted to protect me, you never would have asked me to risk my reputation every time you ask me to come see you. James and I will be married, Ivar, and I don’t know where that leaves you.”

You look away again at the many pairs of feet that are lingering by the drink table or swaying to an unheard song on the floor.

“I understand that you are angry at me for not indulging you, but there are certain things a lady of your disposition-”

You can’t help but laugh at that and then you stare at him again, making him stop.

“Don’t pull that with me. I’m not your mother. You cannot command me to do anything.”

“Watch your tone, woman, or I’ll-”

“What? Hmm?” You stare him down. “What will you do to me? Punish me? Arguing with you is punishing enough and I will not do it anymore, even if you want my forgiveness.”

He snorts.

“Forgiveness? Why would I want that? Have I slighted you, my darling?” He asks with a slight rage burning behind his eyes, begging you to keep going, but arguing with Ivar always ends in someone’s feelings getting hurt and you are not in the mood.

Enraged, you look away from him, just as James returns.

“I’m gone for two minutes and you two are already at it,” he comments and hands you the refilled glass of water.

You down it quickly again, feeling the water cool your anger, but not entirely.

“I want to leave. I’m tired and annoyed,” you address James, ignoring Ivar completely. Two can play at that game.

“You will come back tomorrow and we can-” Ivar starts, and you whip your head around so fast it makes you a bit dizzy.

“I am not cattle to be herded. You will do your best to remember that my lord. I am going to be a duchess and you will show me the respect I have earned.”

He opens his mouth to counter back, but he is stopped by James.

“That’s enough, both of you. If I knew that you two were going to be at each other again, I never would have suggested that we come. My love, let us go and, maybe, we will return tomorrow with cool heads. Agreed?”

“Ever the logical one,” Ivar sneers.

“Ivar,” James says sternly, and shuts his mouth again.

James turns to you.

“Agreed?”

You nod curtly and hand him the empty glass again. You know that Ivar will not say that he agrees but he might if he decides to behave.

“Alright. Let us go before the storm kicks in.”

James leads you away from the crowd of bustling dancers as the music starts up again and you don’t bother to turn around to see if Ivar is watching you go. You doubt he even cares.

On the carriage ride back, you’re abnormally silent as you look out the window. Your annoyance has calmed but it still lingers, even in the cool night breeze.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you tell James as you know he wants you to, at least, say something.

“I’m sure he’ll be sorry in the morning.”

You snort again.

“When Hell decides to freeze over, then maybe then there will be a chance of him apologizing, and actually meaning it.”

“(Y/N)…” James sighs and from the corner of your eye, you see that he has turned to look out the window on his side. “I don’t understand why you two fight so much. There’s nothing be gained from it.”

You swallow and blink back the tears.

“I know.”

You argue because most of the time you don’t believe that Ivar truly loves you as he says he does and when you argue, at least you can see some emotion laced in his words and in his eyes.

“Will you sleep on it? I can come get you in the morning and we can have breakfast at that café you like and discuss it then,” he suggests gently.

You nod.

“Alright,” he concludes.

Fifteen minutes later, the carriage rolls to a stop in front of your home but before you can get out, he stops you. James kisses your hands.

“My love, please think on it. You and I both know he loves you, and don’t look at me like that. You know it’s true.” He kisses your forehead and opens the door to help you back down onto the gravel road. “I love you and no matter what happens, that will never change.”

You nod again and give his hand a squeeze before parting.

“I love you, James Barnes. Always have, always will,” you proclaim softly.

You’re rewarded by one of his dazzling smiles and as you lay in bed that night, you wonder about the future and how uncertain it all seems.

********

At that same moment, Ivar sits at his desk in his study tapping his pen against a piece of paper that has many scribbled and struck out lines on it. He cannot seem to find the right words to apologize or tell you how he feels, even when he knows you’re only trying to help.

He balls up the piece of paper and throws it into the fire before he sighs. He looks at the picture of you on his desk and gently strokes the image of your cheeks.

“What am I to do with you, my love?” He asks himself softly.

He looks at the clock on his desk just before he hears the small bells chime for midnight. Maybe he’ll have a better idea in the morning. He swallows at that and downs the rest of his whiskey before he stares back at the picture.

Right then, he knows what he has to do, and he can only pray that his hands can keep up with the words flowing from his mind.

********

You debated going with James in the late morning, but the argument could not be left unresolved or else bitter feelings would grow between you and Ivar. You are both very stubborn but driven people and you two were bound to clash every once in a while. James always has to play Switzerland, the neutral ground, to make sure that you two didn’t reach the point of no return. That only happened once, and you and Ivar didn’t speak for two weeks. You can’t even remember what that argument was about. That’s how silly it seems.

You sigh a bit as you look out the window as his manor comes into view.

“Remember-” James starts as he’s adjusting his cuffs.

“I know. Be nice, smile. Be a duchess to be.”

James sighs a bit, but you don’t have the energy to respond to that. What you do have is curiosity as you see the servants bringing in a wooden box, and by the sounds of their grunting, a very heavy wooden box. You frown as the carriage rolls to a stop in front of the manor.

The footman helps you down as James rounds the carriage to come to your side.

“What is this? Did Ivar mention anything to you?”

James shakes his head and once the box is securely inside, you enter the manor. The manservant is inspecting the states of the boxes and is making notes in his book as he spots you. He bows to you both.

“Your grace, my lady. Lord Ivar is in his study,” he says and you both nod as you make your way to his study.

“This is very odd,” you whisper to James as he just smiles a bit. You frown again. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” he chuckles. “He’s smarter than I thought is all.”

Now you’re even more confused, but Ivar’s study door is open and the conversation halts. Ivar looks up from the paper he’s studying and looks back down before gesturing for you two to come in.

As you enter, you see papers littering the floor around him and you can only imagine the state under his desk. He isn’t looking up, but you take in as much as you can.

“Have you slept?” You ask gently, your argument almost forgotten.

“No,” he speaks, and you want to protest but stop as he speaks again. “But you will see why. Come with me.”

He sets the pen down and wheels out from his desk and in front of you and James. He stops at the door and looks back at both of you.

“Well, come on. Hurry up so I can sleep this day away.”

You roll your eyes and takes James’s hand as you follow Ivar back out to the main hall where the boxes have been arranged along the sides of the walls deliberately. You can then read the words that are stamped onto the fronts of the boxes that read fragile in Italian. Your heart leaps in your chest.

“Ivar-”

“Shh, let James open them first before you get too excited.”

Ivar gestures to the crowbar that is resting on top of one of the shorter boxes and James takes off his jacket and hands it to you. You take a step back and your heart flutters with nerves and excitement.

It takes James a moment to creak open the front of the box and the protective stuffing comes pouring out, revealing the smoothed marble of one of the statues, completely unharmed.

“Oh,” you exclaim, and James moves aside so you can investigate.

You almost start to cry as you move away some more of the stuffing to see the face of the statue looking out over your head. You gently stroke the marbled cheek and let out a sound between a choke and a sound of exclamation.

You turn to Ivar.

“How did you get them here so fast? I thought that they had been lost or something.”

He shifts in his seat again, this time from discomfort as pink decorates his cheeks.

“You were right last night. I know they were your father’s greatest possessions, besides you of course, and…..I had lost them for a while there during transport and I didn’t want to tell you in case something had happened.” He meets your eyes. “I didn’t want to disappoint you and…..I’m sorry for being so snippy lately. I’ve been worried about them. I managed to send a letter to the dock master late last night when he was on shift and he said he was going to write me because they had arrived around ten. I had them delivered here as fast as he could manage it.”

You rush over and hug him tightly, despite his chair. You press kisses all over his face.

“Oh, Ivar. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I cannot tell you how much this means to me.”

He smiles, a real one, and he strokes your cheek.

“You’re welcome and I am sorry.”

You look at each other for a few moments before James speaks.

“I guess it won’t be a cold day in Hell after all,” he teases.

You know then that this love will last after all, no matter the situation or the fall. Loving forever and forever all time.

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Masterlist

All of my works are in English, even though I sometimes use Swedish or Old Norse for the titles or for parts of the dialogue. I always post a list with translations to these words / phrases.

Updated 2018-02-06

Ratings: T (Teen), M (Mature), E (Explicit)

To make the Gods take notice (E) Crossover: Vikings x GoT

4,7 inches of fierceness (M)

Ivar x Ylva-series

Multichapter

Keeping promises (E)

Let the old dreams die (E)

Keeping promises one shots

Vargen och Krigaren (E)

Lilla skatt (T)

And for that I hate you (M)

Jul (E)

Drabbles for the bloodlust couple

50 otp things + other drabbles

Drabbles for Ylva

Random drabbles about my original female character

Keeping promises - Darkest Timeline series

I will not falter (E)

Ivar x Fredrika-series

Mini-series

Efterfest (E)

Efterfest one shots

Worth it (E)

On campus (E)

Drabbles for the nerd couple

Moving in together (M)

Cuddling (M)

Who is scared of thunderstorms? (M)

Modern AU-series

Syndikat (E) Crossover: Mafia!Hiddleston

Just let me hold you (E)

May I? (E)

Oral assignment (E) Crossover: Professor!Hiddleston

Tröst (M)

Använd dina ord (M)

Look what you’ve made me do (E) Crossover: Bucky Barnes / Wintersoldier

Even dumber than you look (M)

Ragnar-series

I still remember her (T)

A smile on his face (E) Ragnar and Ivar share a woman

Ivar-series

Beautiful noises (E)

Little voices (T)

Soft leather straps (E)

Unless you want to be cut (E)

Bend to your will (E)

And then he shows you (E)

You won (E)

Inga sköldar (M)

Addicted to love (M)

Härskarinna (E)

Let me show you (E)

Elskan mín (E)

Hvitserk-series

Happy to see you (M)

The lighthearted one (M)

Sons of Ragnar-series

That’s not yours (M)

Choices (M)

My name (T)

Harald Finehair & Halfdan the Black-series

Every hurt is a lesson (E)

It is only fair (E)

Ecbert-series

The king’s little helper (E)

Five Days of Smut-series

Ssh, peasant Ivar (E)

Hungry Hvitserk (E)

Practiced fingers Sigurd (E)

Manners Ubbe (E)

Shameful Ecbert (E)

[persephone-is-here-omg]

Gremlins.

Bucky Barnes/Ivar The Boneless/Reader.

Warnings: FLUFF. I have written the fluff and I will kill y’all with it. Die.

Word Count: 759.

Rating: PG 13.

Masterlist

This is for @lovelynemesis “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” Writing Challenge. I know I am 15 days late and I apologize profusely to Sam, because I know is bullshit.

Tagging: @charliexowrite @captainpoopweinersoldier @britishmenaredestroyingmylife @ivartheboneme @wanderlustingandwandering @lucetheding @sexylibrarian1 @salimahbicharara-comun @heathensoldier @bearded-bucky

Ivar hates Christmas. He's a pagan. He has no interest in some dumb baby being born to save people from their sins or whatever. Bucky is used to the cold. It reminds him of Hydra and of being frozen, but he’s made his peace with that, to an extent. He used to like Christmas, now he just does not care. Besides there's too much people around. Weirdly enough Ivar was feeling complacent enough to actually listen to him for once when he told him they should go grocery shopping and hole up in the apartment. "Maybe we ought to start throwing rotten food to those carolers" He said with a look of malicious glee in his eyes. Bucky had leveled him with a stare that pretty much meant 'Don't you fucking dare' His arm was being a pain in the ass with the cold, too. And Bucky was pretty sure Ivar's legs were bothering him, too. Not that Ivar would say, he hated talking about his legs, hated the  vulnerability it showed, even if it was Bucky, or you. That was how they ended holed up, snuggled in bed, watching Die Hard and Gremlins and every other Christmas movie that wasn't really a Christmas movie. So far Ivar was loving Gremlins. Bucky nuzzles his face against Ivar's neck and he hums in acknowledgement "What?" Ivar says right before he lets out a loud peel of laughter at what is happening on the tv "Watch the movie, Bucky. This was your idea, remember?" Bucky grumbles and Ivar punches his arm playfully "You're being distracting" "Good. Why do you like those ugly little shits so much?" He asks snuggling even closer to Ivar and Ivar turns his face a smirk on his face. "Why don't you? Are you scared?" The sheer amusement on Ivar's voice makes Bucky lift his face and look at him "My lord Odin, are you scared?" Bucky laughs "No, I just want to snuggle with you and you keep looking at those ugly, mischievous shits" "Is because  I'm an ugly, mischievous shit, James" Ivar says and Bucky looks at him unimpressed. "Take that back" He says. That is the part of the conversation you hear just before you get inside the room. "Take what back?" You ask starting to take your coat off "Is cold as fuck out there, guys" Bucky turns to look at you "He said he's like a Gremlin" You gasp turning to look at the flat screen "Guys! You should have waited for me? And why did he said he is like a gremlin?" "He said that he's ugly like a gremlin" You lift an eyebrow and turn to hang your coat and scarf, then stick your hands under your shirt and get your bra off, leaving your jeans for last. Then you climb on the bed and snuggle closer to Ivar "Take it back because is not true" "Yeah, take it back, Ivar" Says Bucky. You bury your face in Ivar's neck and he sucks in a startled breath, groaning  "Your nose is cold" You just move closer to him and start kissing his jaw and cheek. "You need to take it back" You say, teaming up with Bucky to be as distracting as possible "You know you're not ugly. So take it back" Ivar chuckles "Just because you two are crazy, doesn't mean everyone else thinks I am pretty" “Is because they are the crazy ones, not us” You put your hands under Ivar’s sweatshirt, smothering him even more between yours and Bucky's body "C'mon baby... I mean, I can think of some things you got in common with the gremlins but ugliness is not one of them" Says Bucky, his voice coming slightly muffled from Ivar's other side, his hand lands on your thigh and he lifts his head for a second "Doll... Your skin is extra soft today" You let out a small giggle "Thank you, Buck" You feel another hand creeping up on your leg and grab it, pulling it away "Take it back, or there's no petting me today, Ivar. And no movie and no nothing for you" Ivar rolls his eyes "I take it back. I do not look as ugly as a gremlin. But... If I don't what do I have in common with them?" You lift your head again and smile "Well... You're a mischievous little shit and you've got a lot of murder in you, too. But you're pretty" Bucky hums, still caressing your leg and Ivar lets out a frustrated groan.

[killmongerdreams]

innocent filth

summary: Bucky’s always had a thing for the shy ones. || bucky x reader x ivar || fratboy!bucky & shy librarian!ivar

warnings: lots of fucking smut jesus fucking christ, threesome, shy!ivar because that MUST be a warning, sub!ivar, sub!reader, dom!bucky, oral

notes: So these past few days have been a flurry of Frat Boy!Bucky and shy Librarian!Ivar, and @justasunflower sent me something about them including reader and her being shy, also, and then it escalated to Bucky having an absolute field day with the both of them. So, therefore, here is a byproduct of that amazing conversation with my little sunflower. I tweaked with it a little bit, but I hope you guys like it. Enjoy! [There will possibly be a part two, because I didn’t include all the smut oops. It’s late here, sorry.]

Bucky closes the door of his bedroom, smirking at you and Ivar. Your nerves were all over the place, daunted by the fact you were fixing to fuck not only one of them but both. Ivar seemed just as nervous as you were, looking down at his boots as he tugged the sleeves of his sweater over his hands. Bucky found the whole ordeal absolutely endearing.

Bucky had enough confidence to fuel all three of you and then some. He locks the door before tugging his boyfriend into a hasty kiss, tongue-fucking his mouth as Ivar hangs on for dear life, letting himself be dominated. Bucky grabs a fistful of Ivar’s hair, yanking his head back roughly. Ivar whines at the lack of contact, eyes glazed over as Bucky stalks towards you.

Warm, large hands encircle your waist, pulling you into an even larger, warmer body. Bucky nuzzles his nose against yours and you can’t help but giggle.

“You don’t like any of this, we’ll stop. Okay, babygirl?” Bucky asks quietly. He waits for you to nod before capturing your mouth in a passionate, toe-curling kiss. He’s significantly gentler with you than he is with Ivar, taking his time to savor the feeling of your lips melding together. When he pulls away, you’re floating on cloud nine, head hazy and drunk.

You and Ivar watch as Bucky settles into his desk chair, confused. He merely smiles, waving his hand. “Go on.” he encourages. “Play with each other.”

You and Ivar inch closer to each other slowly, heat stinging of both of your faces. Bucky laughs quietly from his spot in the chair, thoroughly enjoy this awkward dance the two of you are partaking in. Ivar’s hands are shaking as they settle on your hips. You grip the front of his shirt, chin titling upward as Ivar lowers his head, your mouths brushing against one another teasingly. 

“Don’t be scared.” Bucky murmurs. You look over to find him grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “Kiss her, Ivar. You know you want to.”

The first press of lips is chaste, a way to test the waters. When he sees that you’re not going to pull away, he crowds in closer to you, lips parting as he breathes shakily through his nose. 

“That’s it.” Bucky praises. “God, you two are so gorgeous together.”

You’re not sure who whimpers louder, you or Ivar. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before he pulls it between his teeth, digging into your flesh gently. Wandering hands find Ivar’s hair, and you marvel at how soft it is between your fingers.

“Pull on it, sweetheart.” Bucky instructs. “He loves that.”

You tug gently, swallowing Ivar’s quiet mewl. Your next pull is harder and he gasps, hands slipping to the curve of your ass. He squeezes gently, hips rolling into yours the slightest little bit. He stumbles backwards to the bed, pulling you into his lap.

“Undress her, babyboy.” Ivar’s hands rise unsteadily to the top of your flannel as he kisses down your throat, timidly fumbling with the buttons until the garment flutters to the floor. His eyes go wide at the sight of your black lace bra, chest heaving with equal parts eagerness and nerves.

“F-fuck,” he breathes out quietly. 

“Do the panties match, doll?” Bucky asks you. You nod, moaning quietly as Ivar bites down on your collarbone. 

Ivar tries to unbuckle your bra, skittish fingers tugging on it to no avail. You hear Bucky huff a laugh, his footsteps nearly silent as he sidles in behind you. “You’ve gotta calm down, sugar.” Bucky soothes gently. He pushes Ivar’s hands out of the way, unsnapping your bra with ease. It gets tossed to the floor along with your shirt.

“Such a pretty pair of tits, babygirl.” Bucky cups your throat, thumb pressing underneath your jaw as he coaxes you to lean back against him. Your back ends up arched, breasts on perfect display for both of them to see. “What do you think, kitten? You think our girl here has pretty tits?”

Ivar nods, running his fingers over the underside of your breasts. Bucky tuts disapprovingly. “Tell her, baby. Use your words.”

“T-they’re p-perfect.” Ivar stumbles out, blushing. Bucky grips the back of his head with the hand that’s not massaging your throat, guiding him forward until plump, perfect lips wrap around the peaked bud of your nipple. He sucks gently, tongue laving against your skin, hands stroking over your sides reverently.

“Look at him, babygirl,” Bucky whispers in your ear. “He absolutely worships you.” 

You shiver, moaning quietly. Suddenly, Bucky’s grabbing you by the hips, tossing you gently against the bed. Strong, insistent hands pull at the button of your jeans, peeling them off your legs until they join the rest of your clothes.

The only thing left is your panties - your soaking wet panties. 

Ivar’s breath catches in his throat as he looks over your body with dark, hooded eyes. Bucky runs a hand down your stomach, licking his lips. “You gonna let us take these off’a you? You gonna let us see your pretty little pussy?”

The words fall from his lips like honey, washing over you in a heated daze as you whine lowly. 

“P-please.” Bucky smirks at your plea, leaning down to peck your lips. 

“Settle down, baby.” he coos, kissing your cheek. His stubble scratches across your jaw in the most delicious way. “We’re gonna take care’a you.” he hooks his fingers into your panties, slipping them off slowly. You gasp as the cool air of the room breezes across the heated wetness of your cunt, thighs closing on instinct. “Spread your legs, baby. Let us see.”

“Fuck.” Bucky curses. He slides two fingers through your folds, narrowly avoiding your clit. With his other hand, he grips Ivar’s jaw, forcing his lips to part as he slides his wet fingers into his mouth. Ivar sucks obediently, moaning softly at your taste. “Good?”

“Yeah.” Ivar breathes out, eyelashes fluttering. 

“I bet she’d love to have your tongue on her, babyboy.” Bucky says low in his ear. Ivar looks at him with wide, pleading eyes, causing Bucky to grin. “Yeah? You want that? Want to make her come on your tongue?”

Ivar nods, reaching for you greedily. Bucky moves to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as Ivar spreads your thighs even further apart, palming your skin. “He’s got a talented tongue, princess.” Bucky tells you. “You’re gonna love it.”

Ivar ducks his head, nosing through the little thatch of curls covering your mound. He’s timid at first, barely touching the tip of his tongue against the outside of your folds. “C’mon, babyboy,” Bucky encourages, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “Show her how good you are at pleasing.”

Your hips buck as Ivar licks a broad, hard path through your slit, moans tumbling from the both of you in harmony. His hands grip at your thighs nearly hard enough to bruise, holding you steady as he suckles at your clit. You shout a cry of his name, clenching the sheets between your fingers. 

“Good?” Bucky asks. You nod, reaching out to grip his thigh in desperation. Your hands are shaking as Ivar fucks his tongue in and out of your entrance like a man starved, grunting lowly into your cunt with every pass. Bucky holds your hand, letting you squeeze hard as that familiar feeling starts to pool in your belly. “Use your fingers to fuck her.” Bucky instructs, watching your face intently.

You keen as two thick fingers slide into your hole, stretching you in the best way possible. His tongue circles your clit as he fucks you with his hand slowly, scissoring his fingers gently. He curls them suddenly, brushing against your g-spot, and you can’t help the truly whorish moan that you let out. Satisfied, hungry blue eyes look up at you, begging you to come undone.

“Come, doll.” Bucky groans. “He wants you to soak his fucking face.”

Ivar moans his assent, fucking you harder with his fingers. It only takes a few more moments before your back bows away from the mattress, nearly screaming as Ivar rides out the waves of pleasure with you. As you come down, melting into the sheets in a post-orgasmic haze, Bucky strokes your hair. “So fuckin’ beautiful when you come, baby.” he praises. “You good?”

“Y-yeah,” you whisper breathlessly. Ivar hides his pleased grin in the inside of your thigh. “T-that was...” you trail off, giggling quietly. 

“I told you he was talented with that tongue.” Bucky brags. “Fuckin’ amazing isn’t it?” he drags Ivar up into a filthy kiss, running his tongue across his lips and chin. “Kinda disappointed that I didn’t get my mouth on ya, doll.”

He kisses your hipbone, eyes glinting wickedly as he looks up at you. “Don’t worry, though. I’m gonna get a turn with you soon when he’s done.”

You smiled back at him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. These men were going to kill you.

TAGGING: [some of you could’t be tagged for some reason]

@justasunflower @charliexowrite @captainpoopweinersoldier @valarm0rghvlis @bluearchersstuff @evil-little-pwincess-scientist @xchaoticbloodx @blackroseyaz @kyleannsmut @ivartrash @ivartheboneme @chaoswandas @zadyalyss @modestlyconfused @cruelle-despairing-fish @cassandra-munn @wanderlustingandwandering @tiyetiye @ursulaismymiddlename @shitty-imagines-95 @lizency @tiredofthisgeneration @plumswithbucky @kudosia @samanthalindsey299 @golfkit @sebastian-stans-thighs @lovelynemesis @marvelous-fvcks

[1987vampire]

who do I need to thank for coming up w winterboneless cuz FUCK

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

More Than Halloween

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S0SMeU

by FandomDarling

Words: 959, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Ivar (Vikings), Reader

Relationships: WinterBoneless x Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Ivar (Vikings)/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Halloween, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S0SMeU

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Would you ever consider writing male!reader x Winterboneless smut?

A million percent yes! It’d be relatively short. And the only thing I’d need to know was if you wanted it fluffy or filthy. 

[sweetvengeancee]

Hm maybe a bit of Winterboneless/Reader or an oc. Maybe the reader has a super power and they've been nervous about joining the Avengers, and when they get nervous the room gets warm. like they're a pyrokinetic.

So I really like the pyrokinetic idea but idk how to add Ivar to that.. so would it work as just a Bucky x reader imagine ? Gotta think about it 🤔

[captainpoopweinersoldier]

LISA babe you don't know how much you've reinspired me to write. I've been sitting on a fic idea about WinterBoneless x Reader and ableism...specifically about Reader being ableist af and not realizing it. I love you.

ah yay! that’s fabulous!! Please tag me when you do it 😘 😘 😘 😘

[persephone-andromeda]

Requests are now open!

It's been a hot minute but I’m opening requests back up! You can request any of the characters/people on my masterlist but please note that I’m no longer writing Sebastian Stan or any of his characters. I’m also not writing anything with explicit smut either because I’m not that comfortable writing it.

If you do submit a request, allow me up to a week to complete because I am in summer classes and might be getting a summer job as well. If I haven’t responded/confirmed, feel free to shoot me a message or an ask as requests can sometimes get eaten up!

Request away!

[writingstudent]

winterboneless x reader?

im going to hell for this, but HELL YESS

(GET IT, GET IT? HAHAHSAFJASDHKFJ)

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Masterlist

All of my works are in English, even though I sometimes use Swedish or Old Norse for the titles or for parts of the dialogue. I always post a list with translations to these words / phrases.

Updated 2017-09-21

Whew, this was a massive reorganization. Let me know if any of the links aren’t working :)

Ratings: T (Teen), M (Mature), E (Explicit)

Ivar x Ylva-series

Multichapter

Keeping promises (E)

Keeping promises one shots

Vargen och Krigaren (E)

Lilla skatt (T)

Drabbles for the bloodlust couple

Who kills the spiders? (T)

Ivar x Fredrika-series

Mini-series

Efterfest (E)

Efterfest one shots

Worth it (E)

On campus (E)

Drabbles for the nerd couple

Moving in together (M)

Cuddling (M)

Who is scared of thunderstorms? (M)

Modern AU-series

Syndikat (E) Crossover: Mafia!Hiddleston

Just let me hold you (E)

May I? (E)

Oral assignment (E) Crossover: Professor!Hiddleston

Tröst (M)

Använd dina ord (M)

Look what you’ve made me do (E) Crossover: Bucky Barnes / Wintersoldier

Ragnar-series

I still remember her (T)

A smile on his face (E) Ragnar and Ivar share a woman

Ivar-series

Beautiful noises (E)

Little voices (T)

Soft leather straps (E)

Unless you want to be cut (E)

Bend to your will (E)

And then he shows you (E)

You won (E)

Inga sköldar (M)

Addicted to love (M)

Härskarinna (E)

Let me show you (E)

Hvitserk-series

Happy to see you (M)

The lighthearted one (M)

Sons of Ragnar-series

That’s not yours (M)

Choices (M)

My name (T)

Harald Finehair & Halfdan the Black-series

Every hurt is a lesson (E)

It is only fair (E)

Ecbert-series

The king’s little helper (E)

Five Days of Smut-series

Ssh, peasant Ivar (E)

Hungry Hvitserk (E)

Practiced fingers Sigurd (E)

Manners Ubbe (E)

Shameful Ecbert (E)

[ao3feed-vikings]

More Than Halloween

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S0SMeU

by FandomDarling

Words: 959, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Vikings (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Ivar (Vikings), Reader

Relationships: WinterBoneless x Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Ivar (Vikings)/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Halloween, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S0SMeU

[killmongerdreams]

apologize

summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless || 

warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh

notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.

I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.

MASTERLIST

“I fucking hate you!” 

Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare. 

Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you. 

The silence that follows is a bit deafening.

“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”

This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace. 

Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”

“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.

“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”

“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set. 

“Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey. 

If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.” 

Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”

Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”

“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”

“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”

Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”

The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”

“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him. 

Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress. 

Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”

Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.”

Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance. 

“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”

“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”

“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck. 

“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”

“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”

“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.

“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”

You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair. 

“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”

You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”

You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”

“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him. 

“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”

“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”

“Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.

It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs. 

“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”

Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”

Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished. 

“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”

“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”

Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees. 

The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”

With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”

“I know you do.”

TAGGING:

@persephone-is-here-omg @captainpoopweinersoldier @ivartrash @ivartheboneme @fanndas-snow-goddess @ivarsvalkyrie @justasunflower @ilovetaquitosmmmm @dungoofedlife @justasunflower @siren-kitten-his @umwhatandrea @capttainamericaa @sebastian-stans-thighs

[chillviaplath]

Sounds good. I can't remember did you also wanna be tagged in the dark and dirty WinterBoneless x Reader I'm working on? That ones like a hatefuck between you and Ivar with Bucky, ah, supervising 😂

yesssss hmu w all the winterboneless

[brightlycoloredteacups]

It’s that time again!

For and update! In this case, and update AND an introduction. (Sorry, Long Post is Long)

Intro: 

HELLO TO ALL MY NEW FOLLOWERS. Oh, welcome my little babies, I’m glad you could make it to the Sin Show. I’m Virginia Teacups, feel free to stop by the inbox and talk dirty to me. I love getting messages. 

For those of you who are new, and you may not know, I have a masterlist! I also have a prompts list! And Why don’t you mosey on down and talk to The Boys of Kattegat, they only bite if you ask them to. Other than that, I love you all, don’t hurt yourself, and have fun.

I also feel like the tag list needs to be updated. If anything sounds appealing to you, let me know. 

Fic List:

Dad Ivar: Ivar is a single dad, raising his son Siggtrygg. One day he has a fateful meeting with his son’s teacher. (This one only has one more chapter left, BUT there will be three other sequels dealing with Ubbe, Sigurd, and Hvitserk that will be equally as fluffy.)

Moments: Ivar is your Sugar Daddy, you get to have a glimpse into their lives through specific moments. Most a smut series, but no where near done. 

Professor’s Lothbrok: Ubbe and Ivar are your professor’s, they’re both in love with you. Sort of at a stand still until I get some inspiration for it, but other than that, a great series so far.

Brynhilda’s Saga: Brynhilda has been betrayed by those she loved and cared for, this is her path to revenge...and love, who are we kidding. It tends towards violent imagery, but not like...GOT violence. Also, I try and keep it really fun with ridiculous scenes with her and Ivar. 

Play Along: PLEASE PLEASE be careful with this one! It’s a series spawned from the Friday Night Heathen Games, which was Serial Killer Ivar, Predator Ivar or Stalker Ivar. It IS dubcon, because a person with Stockhom can’t give quality consent but there will be no rape, or specific torture scenes. Everything will be tagged as appropriately as I can. THIS IS THE ONE SERIES YOU MUST SPECIFICALLY ASK FOR! I WILL NOT AUTOMATICALLY TAG YOU IN IT! 

The Lothbrok Vampires: One day at school you find the Lothbrok boys in the girl’s locker room in cheerleader outfits. One thing leads to another and then you find out you’re dating all three. Equal parts funny, cute, and heartbreaking! 

Upcoming: (In no particular order):

New Series: The Wonders of Television: Thanks to the modern television, Vikings can entertain you right in the your living room.....Literally. 

New Things: Hvitserk wants to try something new with you in the bedroom. The second part involves Ivar. ;)

Untitled 1: Ivar x Reader: Ivar is looking mighty fine in his armor. 

Untitled 2: Ivar x Reader: You’ve pissed off Ivar, now he’s going to make sure you understand who you belong to. 

Untitled 3: King Winterboneless smut: You’re going to have fun with Ragnar, Ivar, and Bucky

Untitled 4: Ivar x Reader: Ivar is you’re pet, you’re going to have lots of fun with him.

Untitled 5: Winterboneless x Reader: Bucky is going to see who cracks first....You, or Ivar. 

My Update Schedule:

Ok, I’m going to be real here, I try my absolute DAMNDEST to get something out to you guys at LEAST once a week. Unfortunately, my schedule is really unpredictable right now with my internship and my job. So that’s why I do drabbles. (Mostly on Saturdays and Sundays.) Also, I don’t know how Irma is going to affect my area just yet, so that might also be a while. When I DO update, I drop at least three updates that day. 

Other than that, I love you guys! 

-Virginia.