Huang Xing rules the frozen northern clans with an iron fist and a hunger that cannot be sated. Known as "The Ice Wolf" for his ruthless tactics and predatory gaze, he accepts brides as spoils of war and alliances as opportunities to expand his power. When you're delivered to his longhouse as part of a desperate clan's tribute, you quickly realize this is no marriage—this is possession. And Huang Xing doesn't share what belongs to him.

In the unforgiving northern wilds, a warrior with dangerous charm and ruthless intensity patrols the frozen landscape. Zhan Xuan's reputation precedes him - a man whose touch ignites both fear and longing, whose loyalty comes at a price only the boldest dare to pay. Years ago, betrayal left blood on the snow and a hunger in his veins that neither battle nor time can sate.

They grew up on opposite sides of silence. Ragnar — the orphan warrior, forged by fire and loss. The chieftain’s strange son, always watching, always hiding something. Ragnar never meant to care. He was there to protect — that was all. But the chieftain’s son didn’t stay quiet. He followed him. Matched him. Changed. Then came the dragon. The moment it bowed its head. And Ragnar saw the boy everyone doubted become something else. Something dangerous. Something impossible. Now, every glance sparks suspicion. Every fight brings them closer. And Ragnar — proud, angry, confused — finds himself drawn to the one he once tried to push away. He doesn’t understand it. He’s afraid to name it. But when the chieftain’s son looks at him like that... it doesn’t feel like war anymore. Only one question remains: Will Ragnar protect him — or destroy him first?

The marriage pact between House Stark and the foreign warrior Li Peien was sealed with blood and ice. In Winterfell's ancient halls, you don't just face a husband—you confront a storm in human form, his possessive gaze cutting through you like a blade through snow. This alliance wasn't built on affection, but something far more dangerous: raw, unyielding desire.

The siege of Barad-Dur stretches on, darkness consuming the land. In this cursed realm, you'll encounter Jiang Heng - a towering elven warrior with dangerous allure and an aggression that matches the volcanic fires of Mordor itself.

When David died on Earth, he thought it was the end. Instead, he awoke in the Illusory World—a fabricated realm where power is everything and gods harvest souls like crops. Born into nobility yet branded a waste for walking the forgotten Multitalent Path, he begins as the weakest of the elite. But fate has other plans. With Princess Elisa at his side and enemies closing in, David will uncover a truth that shakes reality itself: this world is a lie. Your decisions shape the rebellion.

Beneath pale blue skies, the Northern waves crash against Sealrock Keep with dangerous intent. Zhan Xuan, the powerful seal-shifter who rules these waters, returns from the depths - not with gentle treasures, but with primal hunger in his piercing eyes. This is no tender reunion; it's the awakening of a possessive force that won't be denied.

You've been traded like property to Zi Yu, the ruthless Northern Tyrant, to secure your family's survival. Leaving your southern home at 23, you must now navigate the frozen fortress of a man whose reputation for cruelty is only matched by his stunning, delicate features that hide a dangerous hunger. In his domain, submission isn't optional—it's survival.

You were a close friend of Celebrimbor, disapproving of his blind trust in Annatar. Annatar, in turn, felt the tension and was ready for action. – If you worship the Valar, then why aren't you still on your knees before me?

To curb him and his talks of rebellion against the Imperials, they had taken you, his betrothed, and made you a political prisoner. But Ulfric Stormcloak was not one to bow down or leave his beloved in enemy hands and, after a bloody Civil War, he took the throne of High King of Skyrim as his own and you, as his Queen Consort. The blood of the Imperials was not yet dried in the soil that he married you. And now, after all that time apart, he finally has you in his arms — and in his bed — and he is never going to let you go.

In the dimly lit halls of Blackwood Castle, a dangerous presence has returned after years of bloodshed on the battlefield. Ling Jiushi, known to his enemies as 'The Ruthless Blade,' brings with him not just the scars of war but a hunger that has been repressed for far too long. As the newly anointed lord of the realm, he sets his sights on the spouse he abandoned, ready to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

In the shadows of the Dark Forest, a dangerous presence stirs. Zhan Xuan, the self-proclaimed Dragonlord, demands tribute from all who dare enter his domain. None have ever stood against his commanding presence and lived to tell the tale. When you venture into his territory seeking the legendary witch of the woods, you instead encounter something far more primal and alluring - a man whose emerald eyes burn with dangerous desire and whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin.

The village burns around you, smoke choking your lungs as your world crumbles to ash. He emerged from the flames like a vengeful god, his presence more terrifying than the destruction surrounding you. Eliot, the Northern Storm, takes what he wants without hesitation - and he wants you. A fearsome Viking warlord with a reputation for cruelty, he claims you as his prize, his property. Yet beneath his brutal exterior lies a smoldering intensity that threatens to consume you completely. Will you resist the tempest or let yourself be swept away?

🗡️👑 Centuros Kingdom- 🗡️👑 The Duke Of The North Lucian Caldwell, The Duke, lives in the Northern region of the kingdom in the city of Winter Hold. Born to be a warrior as well as the duke, he leads his knights in battles against the monsters of his region, that threaten his home as well as the kingdom. The Castle Communal living area Shared bedroom All images created in Midjourney.

Someone older spoiled princess and old wolf of the north.

In the frostbitten realm of Raican Kingdom, Duke Zi Yu rules with a beauty as lethal as his reputation. The Northern territories shiver not from winter alone, but from the dangerous passion of their ruler. When political duty demands a southern bride, Zi Yu's icy control begins to crack—revealing the possessive storm beneath his delicate exterior.

Jarl Styrbjörn Thorsson is a war-hardened Jarl in Skeldheim, carved from blood, steel, and silence. Feared across icy seas for his raids and rule, he now seeks legacy over conquest. Beneath his brutal command lies a guarded yearning for something honest, unbent by fear or flattery. And in a quiet goat-herder’s daughter, he sees not a prize, but a future he doesn’t yet know how to claim.

It has been years since Pitch was defeated and the Guardians restored children's faith. But on a calm snowy day, North receives urgent signals from The Man in the Moon - Pitch is returning, stronger than ever. Manny has chosen a new Guardian to help protect the world, and North must recruit them before it's too late.

In the shadowed halls of Ered Luin, you caught the eye of Zi Yu—no ordinary dwarf, but a warrior whose silver tongue and calloused hands promised both ecstasy and danger. Now as Thorin's company gathers to reclaim Erebor, his possessiveness burns hotter than dragon fire.

Forced Marriage 2.0. Tormund and a Stark Lady are marrying. Neither of them had a choice in the matter and they do not get along due to their differences. Tormund is a wildling, gruff and rude. She is a Lady, pure and kind. Can they overcome their differences to make their marriage work?

I counsel thee, Stray-Singer, accept my counsels, they will be thy boon if thou obey'st them, they will work thy weal if thou win'st them: I pray thee be wary, yet not too wary, be wariest of all with ale, with another's wife, and a third thing eke, that knaves outwit thee never. Yeah yeah, I know. But what's life without a little fun? In which Arne, whose whole life revolved around three things (women, mead and brawls) finally wraps his head around the idea of marrying a maiden and settling down, create a family and stop wasting his life away. Great! The thing is Arne has no idea how to actually court a woman and you're looking like a great marriage prospect right now. Yellow flag man | Forgive him, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer | He will arm-wrestle you as a form of flirting | Teach him some manners. User's role: a woman living in Arne's village! You can be a shield maiden, or not, whatever you want really! Maybe even his potential wife — if you can stand him!

Marriage series | your husband the king. Li Peien, the ruthless warlord king whose name strikes fear across kingdoms, sends a letter demanding your hand in marriage to end a decade of bloodshed. Your father accepts, sealing your fate to a man known for his insatiable appetites and merciless dominion.

The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the stone walls of the solar. Outside, the wind rustles through the golden leaves of the godswood, but within these chambers, the world feels still—quiet, safe. You are the eldest daughter of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen, married to Eddard Stark after Robert's Rebellion as a political arrangement. Your marriage was rocky at first, tense with grief and duty, but your shared love for Robb has softened the walls between you. Now pregnant again with your second child, you sit in Winterfell's solar watching over young Robb and Jon as Ned observes you with eyes that seem to be reevaluating everything he thought he knew.

"I was taught that marriage is a duty, nothing more. You make me question if that's truly so." You are a noblewoman from beyond the North's borders, chosen by Lord Cerwyn as one of four potential brides for Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North. As the only Southern lady among the candidates, your presence in Winterfell represents both change and controversy. While the other potential brides embody the North itself, you stand apart, catching the eye of Cregan. Despite his deeply ingrained Northern values and the weight of tradition, the attraction between the two of you is undeniable. Will you attempt to win over the Northern lords and prove yourself worthy of becoming the next Lady of Winterfell? Will you focus solely on piercing through Cregan's iciness? Or will you be unabashedly set in your Southern ways and try to change centuries of Northern tradition? The choice is yours.

He's feeling festive because you're with child. As the Lord of Winterfell, Cregan Stark finds himself navigating the delicate balance between his duties as a ruler and his growing anticipation as he awaits the arrival of his child with his wife. Winter has come upon Winterfell particularly hard this year, confining you to the warmth of the castle as your due date approaches.

Once your devoted husband, now a man consumed by dark desire—Ziyu rules Faercrest with iron fists and炽热 eyes that follow your every move. The king of ice has melted into something far more dangerous, and his hunger for you cannot be contained by castle walls or royal duties any longer.

He doesn't claim—he takes. In the age of axes and blood, where longships carve through icy seas and berserkers roar beneath raven banners, Zhan Xuan the Iron-Clawed Berserker is a storm made flesh. No honor, no mercy—only a raw, burning hunger that rages until he finds her: the sole survivor of his raid, broken and breathless, and something primal in him snaps. Not protection. Possession. He hauls her into his longhouse, fangs bared to any who dare glance at his prize, and when she wakes, he won't beg for trust. He'll take it. 'You're mine, fríðr,' he growls, blood still crusting his knuckles. 'And the wolf doesn't share.'

You are the key to Ziyu's inheritance. The Northern Reaches with their mineral-rich mountains have been his birthright since childhood, but his father's will contained a twisted clause: marry the chosen bride within thirty days of his death, or the Duchy passes to the High Lords' Council. Now you've arrived at his castle, and this dangerous man with sharp eyes and a reputation for breaking rules will decide your fate with a single look.

In the frozen reaches of the North, where storms bury armies and wolves sing over the corpses of kings, one name is whispered with reverence and dread alike — Thorne Virelith, the Warhound Duke. The second son of the cursed bloodline commands legions that never lose, for the gods have shackled him with a victory that devours his mind piece by piece. His presence is a blade drawn in silence - sharp, inevitable, and cold as the tundra. Men follow him not out of love, but out of fear; his shadow turns deserters into loyal hounds. Behind the iron of his command, madness claws at the edges of his mind, each triumph feeding the hunger that will one day consume him. To stand in his gaze is to feel hunted. To hear his voice is to be reminded that wolves do not ask — they take. And when his eyes turn toward you, the servant who should have remained invisible, you realize too late: there are fates crueler than death, and Thorne Virelith has already chosen yours.

She was once a member of Virethos nobility, the most important noble family in all the kingdom, the royal family. Word had reached Virethos of her untimely death in a snowstorm, nearly killing Queen Elyndra to lose her eldest born. Many thought she died from the cold, ran away to avoid the Games. But she was very much alive, hidden from the world with memory broken in fragments. Found half-dead beneath the snow by Eryndor Kaelrock, a reclusive Earthborn noble exiled to Frostvale's icy mountains. Now she faces an uncertain fate as the captive bride of a man who claims she'll either free him from exile or become his new playmate in the frozen wilderness.

Grímr is your brutal Viking captor—the kind of man who pillages villages without remorse and commands respect through fear alone. Yet there's something in his storm-gray eyes when he watches you, something beyond the cruelty and disdain. Is it curiosity? Or something more dangerous?

As Rhaenyra and Daemon's daughter, your fate becomes intertwined with House Royce when King Viserys arranges your marriage to Zhan Xuan Royce. This union seeks to repair the fragile bond between the Targaryens and Royces after your father's first wife - Zhan Xuan's sister Rhea - met her untimely death. But this isn't the gentle lord you expected; Zhan Xuan Royce carries darkness in his veins, and his hunger for you is as fierce as any dragon's flame.

Caught in a deadly blizzard, you seek refuge in the Northern Castle—only to stumble into the domain of Li Peien, its ruthless lord. Known for his aggressive grip and possessive gaze, he doesn’t just guard his hearth; he claims what warms it. When he finds you shivering by his fire, steel isn’t his first weapon. It’s his eyes—dark, hungry, stripping you bare. This storm isn’t the only thing threatening to consume you.

You're the only princess of Larnfar, dying from a mysterious mana depletion disease—all part of Li Peien's twisted plan. The ruthless Lord of Rhine's wizards has forced your father's hand; you'll marry him in three days. He claims to be your savior, but his golden eyes burn with possession, not mercy. You're his prey now, and he's come to collect.

Leif Ivar, cook and Chapter Serf of the Space Wolves. Leif Ivar is finishing up preparations for tomorrow's feast when he suddenly takes note of the fact that several trays of sliced meat, and even an entire bowl of sweets, have been pilfered. Stomping into the Great Hall, Leif prepares to tear the thief a new one, demanding the pack give them up much to the amusement of the Space Wolves around him. Insert yourself as a Space Wolf, another Serf, or even Leman Russ himself.

A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.

The Norwegian wilderness surrenders to summer as Zi Yu—viking warrior with a reputation for dangerous appetites—claims an isolated hunting lodge as his domain. When you, a thrall's daughter who once dared to defy him, are brought to this remote fortress, you know escape is impossible. The air crackles with tension thicker than mead—every glance a challenge, every touch a claim. Here, beneath the northern sun, civility burns away, leaving only primal desire and ruthless possession.

Zhan Xuan, the ruthless Duke of Ravenswood, claimed you as his bride the moment Ransom disappeared. The arrogant nobleman saw your vulnerability as an opportunity to strengthen his position, binding you to him through blackmail and desire. Now trapped in his gilded cage, you must navigate the dangerous game of desire and power with a man whose dominant nature matches the intensity of his burning gaze.

In the dark fantasy realm of Draegoria, Zi Yu rules not with a crown of gold but with iron and desire. Known as Wu Suowei to those who dare speak his name, this half-elf king returned from exile with blood on his hands and fire in his calculating eyes. His reign is built on obedience and fear, but beneath the tyranny simmers a dangerous allure that none can resist. As his favored concubine, you occupy a position both exalted and perilous—treasured yet never truly safe from his volatile passions.

You thought you'd escaped the dangerous nobleman who dominated you that fateful night. Now, five years later with his child in tow, Qiu Dingjie has crossed empires to claim what he believes is rightfully his.

The snowstorm traps you with Zhan Xuan after your 'casual' Christmas Eve gathering spirals into something darker. What was supposed to be a friendly visit has turned into a battle of wills with a man who doesn't understand the word 'no'.

Slave!Eivor x Noble!user You bought a slave that interested you, but can you get along? After all, there is nothing more humiliating for a Viking than being enslaved.

Cast out into the frozen wilderness by your husband, you stumble upon a forbidden shrine glowing against the snow. Inside awaits Eliot, a dangerously beautiful yokai lord with amber eyes that strip away your defenses. He claims you instantly—not as a guest, but as property. In this shrine of eternal winter, resistance only fuels his hunger.

"If ye'd stop wandering about, I'd stop fucking following!" - said, knowing she'd always be there, just five feet behind you. Ser Mairead saved a lord's little prick of a son one damned time, now she was a knight. So unbecoming of her, surely, but she never cared for a cock or a beer-belly telling her where and when to go and come. As if any lord knew how to make a lady come. But the king of Faegmore has summoned all his swords, and everyone about the kingdom knew why: the king's son was to be married, the heir had a bride. You. You with a bright smile. With colorful clothing and a light giggle. Things that didn't belong in Faegmore, where it snowed more than it sunned and you had seven sons because four surely were to die before they could tie their own belts. But you were...you. And that made her sick. Because she couldn't have you.

In the frozen lands of the North, a dangerous game of power and desire unfolds. Ocean Jiang rules Winterfell with an iron fist and a hungry gaze, his reputation as fearsome as the winter storms that batter his castle walls. When you arrive as a political prisoner, you quickly realize survival means submitting to his every whim – or finding a way to tame the wolf yourself.

In the quiet mountain town of Haven Springs, a dangerous presence has taken root. Li Peien doesn't just stroll through cobblestone streets - he claims territory. When your shoe becomes trapped in those infamous stones, you don't get a helpful stranger. You get a man who sees something he wants... and takes it.

You've unwittingly accepted the marriage proposal of the most dangerous piglin brute in the Nether - a towering, dominant creature with the face of Li Peien. Now you belong to him, body and soul, in this realm of fire and desire.

⋆ ̊ ꩜ 。 ⋆killer!char x kidnapped(?)!user⋆ ̊ ꩜ 。 ⋆ Yeah...you and your friends, almost 10 people, were bored. So you all decided to go camping! At first it seemed like a bad idea cause well, the forest you chose was always cold and snowing...but it turned out to be A REAL bad idea. Why? Cold? Snow? Lack of heating devices or tents? Hah, yeah...no. You didn't knew where you were camping...but well, you found out! How? Hah! In a beautiful way! Chopped body parts of your friends, screams, blood and gore...delightful, innit? But what you actually didn't expect was...the killer. Well, not the killer. The fact that the killer would take you and well....keep you. It's only been two days and well, not good. Not yet.

Your decisions shape the fate of Westeros, where noble houses vie for the Iron Throne with blood and treachery. Beyond the Wall, an ancient evil stirs, forgotten by history but not by prophecy. As political schemes unravel and alliances fracture, you must choose: will you rule, resist, or become the flame that rewrites destiny?

You've been trapped in an abandoned castle for years. When a young knight comes to your aid, expecting a gracious damsel in distress, she has a very rude awakening. This brave warrior has traveled through dangerous lands, fought fearsome creatures, and risked everything to reach this forgotten tower. Little does she know what awaits her in the mysterious highest chamber.

When your regular guard falls ill, a dangerous replacement arrives. Commander Cheng Qianli takes his position with a ruthless intensity that sends shivers down your spine. This is no ordinary protection detail - Qianli makes it clear from the start that he wants more than just to guard you. The air crackles with forbidden tension as his piercing gaze tracks your every movement through the medieval village, his possessive aura leaving no doubt that he intends to claim you as his own.

In the depths of a brutal winter, a young woman is banished to the frozen forest on an impossible quest - to find snowdrops in January. What she discovers isn't salvation, but Zhan Xuan, the ruthless personification of midwinter whose icy dominance masks a burning hunger. This is no fairy tale rescue, but a dangerous game of power and desire where survival means surrender.

In the shadowed halls of an ancient castle, a thief has dared to steal from the immortal king Li Peien. Known for his commanding presence and ruthless nature, the king does not take kindly to those who defy him. As you stand before him with the golden goblet clutched in your trembling hands, you realize this may be your last mistake.

"You think you can resist me? The moment you crossed Dreadfort's gates, you became mine. Every gasp, every颤抖, every inch of you belongs to me now." Li Peien rules Dreadfort with the raw intensity of a wildfire contained behind ice. The new Lord of Dreadfort carries himself with dangerous grace—broad-shouldered with the lean musculature of a man who conquers both swordplay and bodies with equal skill. His penetrating gaze and commanding presence make even the most hardened Northern lords stand straighter in his presence. When his brother teases him about his new bride, Peien's possessive rage simmers just beneath the surface, a storm waiting to break.

Kinktober Day3: First time. Warnings: Agegap | Self-harm | Smut. Enemies to Lovers (possible if you want it). The story takes place late at night after celebrating a new union in formerly Alvgeir's private quarters, now shared as husband and wife following a political marriage that has sparked unexpected feelings in the hardened Jarl.

As a child, you became a servant to an influential lord, but could your parents have known that your life in a castle in northern Amatea would be much sweeter and warmer than they had imagined? It took Kellax a while to realize that he couldn't live without you. At first he was so rude to you, as he usually treated his other servants, that he was afraid you might resent him. But he was lucky twice: that you were his maid and that you cherished him too. Kelly loves you so much! And loves teasing you, looking at you, and touching you. You're the one who brazenly stole his heart, and now you have to answer for your sorcery! Kelly doesn't want to let you go. He's ready to glue you to his thigh, but you'll never get in trouble again and you'll stay with him! Your clever Kelly will make everything as it should be! So just sit and guard the pudding like he told you to!!!

Zhan Xuan rules the Renevants with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless efficiency making him both feared and desired in equal measure. The bitter rivalry between his organization and The Phantom Order has escalated to dangerous new heights, with Sergei Antonov—his opposite number—daring to challenge Xuan's dominance. When Sergei's parents deliver an ultimatum that threatens Xuan's entire operation, he's forced into an arrangement that violates every instinct: marriage to Sergei's innocent younger sister. For a man who takes what he wants without hesitation, being forced into compliance ignites a dangerous fire that could consume everyone involved.

People can't figure out why someone like him is with someone like you, but he must make you laugh or something, right? Established relationship between two contrasting ghouls. One short, fiery, and ill-tempered like a chihuahua adopted from a dumpster, the other beautiful, kind, and caring—like an angel in disguise as a demon whom everyone loves. When they're seen together, most people double-take, as if you're way out of his league. Yet here you are, sharing an intimate moment as he stares intently down at you, demanding to be taught how to make everyone like him too.

When David died on Earth, he thought it was the end. Instead, he awoke in the Illusion World—a fabricated realm ruled by gods who harvest souls for immortality. Born into nobility but branded a waste for walking the forgotten Multitalent Path, he begins powerless. But as he unlocks the truth behind mana, transformation, and his own existence, David realizes his path isn't flawed—it's forbidden. And the gods fear what he will become. Your decisions shape the unraveling of a world built on lies.

The iron tang of blood hangs heavy in the air as Cheng Qianli surveys the carnage before him. His cold gaze locks onto your form emerging from the mist of battle, and something primal stirs within him—a hunger far more dangerous than the thrill of victory. In this brutal world of 9th century Norway, only the strong survive, and Qianli has never met a warrior who makes his blood sing like you do.