#winterboneless x reader smut

[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.

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Where did all of these new followers come from????? And why??????

[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. 

[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

[killmongerdreams]

7, 8 &35 for winterboneless x reader?

summary: 7: “bend over my knee” + 8: “if you want it, beg for it” + 35: “good girls come when they’re told to”  || bucky x ivar x reader

warnings: bossy ass ivar, he’s a little mean, sweet!bucky, spanking

note: this is the only one i’m finishing before i go to bed, the rest will be done tomorrow after I get off work

You’d been teasing your boys all day, winding both of them up until they were ready to burst. Bucky was the one to pin you against the wall, Ivar glaring at you from over his shoulder. Both of their jaws were set, lips pressed into a thin line.

“What game are you playing at, babygirl?” Bucky asks. He brushes his metal fingers over your cheek before trailing it down your neck, coming to curl around the base of it. He squeezed, just once, smiling darkly when you whimpered.

“I think our pet wants to play.” Ivar chuckles. He rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder, mouthing at the skin of his neck eagerly. “Can we?”

“She needs to be disciplined first, babyboy. She can’t get away with being a tease.” He turns his head to catch Ivar’s mouth in a slow kiss, both boys peeking at you out the corner of their eyes, smiling when they see you were watching. “What do you think we should do?”

“We haven’t spanked her in a while.” Ivar muses. “I think we should make that little ass sting.”

Bucky yanks you away from the wall by your arm, wasting no time in dragging you to the bedroom. Both of them sit down at the foot of the bed, smirking as you stand in front of them, blushing at the intensity of their gazes. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Ivar asks, voice harsh. “Come the fuck over here. Bend over my knee.”

You shivered, eyes pleading with Bucky’s. He was the one more likely to go soft on you, being more lenient, while Ivar was merciless. He wasn’t shy about giving you pain. The soldier merely shrugs. “You heard him, darlin’.”

You settle yourself across Ivar’s lap, head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He smiled at you sweetly, petting your hair. “Stop coddling her, Barnes.” Ivar chides, slapping his hand away. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”

“Just because you’re cruel doesn’t mean that I am.” Bucky mutters. Nonetheless, he keeps his hands to himself. 

Ivar runs his hand up the back of your thighs, disappearing under your skirt in order to yank your panties down. He flips your skirt up so your ass is on display, ready for him to mark up. “How many should I give her, my love?” Ivar questions. “Ten?”

“I think that’s a perfect number.” Bucky agrees. 

“Brace yourself, dove.” That’s the only warning you get before his palm is smacking across your your backside, going straight for the kill. It burns and you yelp, digging your fingers into the meat of Bucky’s thigh. 

“You don’t have to be so harsh with her!” Bucky cries out. “It’s a punishment, not a beating.”

“And a punishment isn’t supposed to be nice. You were the one saying we should discipline her in the first place.” Ivar leans over, tugging Bucky’s lip between his teeth. He bites down hard enough to draw blood, ignoring the other man’s wince. He pulls away, licking his lips. “I love you, but please, shut up. Don’t make me take you over my knee, too.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.” Bucky challenges, making Ivar laugh quietly. “Get it over with, and don’t hurt her.”

“You annoy me.” Ivar grumbles. He delivers two more slaps in quick succession, one on each cheek. They’re slightly more gentle than the first, but it’s still hard enough to make your eyes water. You sniffle into Bucky’s jeans, wiping your face on them to rid your face of your tears. Ivar rolls his eyes, hitting you twice more before sneering. “It’s the soldier’s fault you’re so soft, dove. He’s always so gentle with you, even when he shouldn’t be.”

Bucky ignores him, giving you an encouraging smile. “It’s almost over, doll. You’re halfway there.”

Ivar delivers the last five one after another, increasing his pressure with each one. By the last, you’re openly crying, face tucked into Bucky’s thigh. Ivar bends, pressing his lips against your skin. He’s sure there’s gonna be a couple of bruises by morning. “You’re okay.” he murmurs, stroking your back. “It’s over.”

You scramble to sit up, letting Bucky pull you into his lap. The friction of his jeans burn against your ass and you hiss, standing up on your knees so they aren’t touching. Bucky kisses you slowly, rubbing the skin of your thighs. He barely touches your core and you whimper against his lips, hips subtly grinding down to get him to touch you. Just as he slides two fingers through your folds, Ivar yanks his hand away, licking your wetness from Bucky’s fingers. 

“No.” Ivar tells him, watching the way Bucky’s eyebrows raise in question. He takes your face in his hands, tipping his forehead against yours. “If you want it, beg for it, pet.”

“Ivar, please.” you whimper pitifully. He just shakes his head, expression on his face saying you have to do better than that. “I’ve been a good girl, I took my punishment. Please? Please let our soldier touch me? I’ll be good, I promise.”

Ivar smiles crookedly, kissing you gently on the lips. “That’s my girl.” He steps away to kneel on the bed behind Bucky, kissing up and down his neck as Bucky circles your clit. It doesn’t take long before you’re whining, fucking hard against his fingers as you chase your orgasm. 

“Don’t you dare come, dove.” Ivar barks out. Your eyes go wide as both you and Bucky stop, confused. “Good girls come when they’re told to, and I haven’t given you permission yet.”

“Stop torturing her, Ivar.” Bucky leans his head back against Ivar’s chest, titling it up to press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “She’s had enough.”

“I say she hasn’t.” Ivar bites back.

“I say she has.” Bucky glares at Ivar before coming back to kiss your collarbone, fingers resuming where they left off. “Come whenever you want, baby. You won’t get in trouble for it.” The tone in his voice dares Ivar to say otherwise.

You hesitantly roll your hips into his hand, moaning when his fingers curl against your g-spot. Soon enough, that familiar heat simmers in your stomach, threatening to boil over once more. “That’s it,” Bucky coos. “There we go, baby. C’mon, don’t be scared.”

You slump against his chest with a silent moan, panting against his skin. You lie there, eyes closed, trying to ignore your aching bottom. A pair of hands lift the back of your skirt once again and you squirm, shaking your head. “No more. Please.” you beg quietly. One of them shushes you.

“I’m just putting aloe on it, my love.” Ivar kneels on the floor behind you while Bucky holds your skirt up, kneading your skin as gently as he can. His hands are cool and you sigh, reveling in the coldness against your hot skin. He parts with a lingering kiss to the small of your back. 

“I’m proud of you, dove.” Ivar murmurs into your ear, kissing right underneath it.

wow this was waaay longer than i was expecting it to be

tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @persephone-is-here-omg and @ivartrash

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Masterlist : Sub!Ivar

One shots and miniseries

Unless you want to be cut

Sssh, peasant

You won

Härskarinna

Addicted to love (two parts)

Let me show you (both sub and dom!Ivar in this one)

Just let me hold you (a story in three parts with lots of angst and fluff + some sub!Ivar smut)

May I? (two parts)

Look what you’ve made me do (Winterboneless x reader)

A smile on his face (Ragnar is also featured in this story. It has both sub and dom!Ivar)

Headcanons

Modern sub!Ivar

Pocket-sized sub!Ivar

Fic

4, 7 inches of fierceness

Instructions etc

Sleeping arrangements

General information

Clothes

Aftercare, support, comfort

Protective

Forgetting to shut him down

Stuck between sizes

Favourite snacks

Pets

Soft dom

Happy noises

Hanging out in your bra

Cuddles

Bedtime

Drabbles

A gracious mistress

Don’t squirm too much 

You need to be reminded who you belong to (Winterboneless)

My prince wants to be my whore tonight?

Repentance

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Do you have/know of any good sub!Ivar fics? I could use some to distract from the fact that my grandma is in the hospital right now. Thank you

Of course! I hope these will help cheer you up or at least offer some distraction

My own works (if you search for sub!ivar drabble on my blog you’ll find some more stuff)

Unless you want to be cut

Sssh, peasant

You won

Härskarinna

Addicted to love

Let me show you (both sub and dom!Ivar in this one)

Just let me hold you (a story in three parts with lots of angst and fluff + some sub!Ivar smut)

May I?

Look what you’ve made me do (Winterboneless x reader)

A smile on his face (Ragnar is also featured in this story. It has both sub and dom!Ivar)

From @captainpoopweinersoldier: To cede control

From @whenimaunicorn: Seducing his woman

From @ivars-heathen: Forgiven

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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.

[killmongerdreams]

youuuuu should totally write a winterboneless x reader smut

Should I really?? Would anyone even read that??

[killmongerdreams]

winterboneless x reader smut please!!!!

coming later tonight ;)

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I don't even watch Vikings but I'm here for the WinterBoneless x Reader smut. DO IT

I AM