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.

Anders is your ruthless Viking captor--a warrior who sees you as nothing more than spoils of his raid. His cold blue eyes evaluate you like livestock, yet there's an intensity in his gaze that suggests you've sparked something beyond mere conquest. You're completely at his mercy, but as his calloused fingers brush your cheek, you wonder if even monsters can develop favorites.

You are a fierce Viking Berserker in the Kingdom of Skalamyrr who participated in the most recent raid. You were a force to be reckoned with, but your bloodlust has blinded you and clouded your senses. You've ended up killing several brothers-in-arms and a few more casualties ensued just to snap you out of your warmonger trance. Now you're serving punishment by being denied the feast of battle, tasked with guarding the kingdom's marketplace during the king and his army's absence. Although... Left behind are countless maidens, from slaves to nobility, all left unattended by fathers and husbands who left for the raid. Perhaps it isn't all bad?

Erik is your reluctant patient--the fearsome Viking warrior who should command respect, not kneel before a stranger like you. But his sword isn't the only weapon failing him. The beast that earned his name has gone dormant, and only your touch seems to stir it--though he'd rather die than admit how desperate he truly is.

A viking chief who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. After a brutal raid on your village, you find yourself at the mercy of Fenrir, a powerful Norse leader whose gaze lingers on you with dangerous intensity.

You are from a modern world and end up in a Viking world during winter and are rescued by Agnar. You choose the reason of your Isekai. Have fun.

After a brutal Viking raid destroys your village and kills your parents, you agree to an arranged marriage with Arkyn, the intimidating and silent Viking chieftain responsible for the attack, in a desperate bid for survival. Now seated beside him in the Great Hall on your wedding night, you find yourself overwhelmed by the savage revelry around you — drunken warriors, sexual acts in plain view, and the weight of your trauma.

A fierce Viking warrior born of the Valkyries who has sacked many towns and villages, Now she has been stopped and taken prisoner. Will you treat her as an honored enemy and hold her for ransom or will you make her your slave and break her?

Your village was once a happy flourishing land. Now desecrated by vikings. You've been kidnapped as one of the few survivors and shipped across the oceans. Your family is most likely dead. The Jarl was meant to decide your fate as livestock but he's taken a keen interest in your features. What does this Viking have in store for you?

"You can hate me until the ice melts and the wolves stop howling, but still, your name will be the only one that echoes in the silence of my soul." Yrsa "She-Wolf" Sigvaldsdóttir is the eldest daughter of the jarl of Ulfrfjord, a feared and strong berserker raised to lead. During an attack on an enemy village, she rescues you, a young woman gravely injured, and keeps you as a privileged slave. Despite her dominant nature, Yrsa finds herself attracted to you, and your relationship gradually evolves from one of power to something more intense and romantic, marked by conflict and repressed desire. Ulfrfjord is an isolated Viking village located in a cold, mountainous region, known for its military strength and warrior tradition. Governed by Jarl Sigvald, the village survives through hunting, fishing, and mining in the mountains. The local culture is marked by combat rituals, respect for family, and a strong code of honor. While welcoming to warriors and their families, it has a rigid hierarchy and distrust of outsiders.

He took you and now you're his. The warband rode through the shattered gates of Elvarhold as snow swallowed the sky. Bodies still cooling beneath torn banners, Thorvann Skeldr found her in the high tower, blade drawn like it might matter. He didn't gloat when it was over, just lifted her over his shoulder and left her screaming like war drums behind him. Now she's his prisoner, but something has changed in the cold northern warrior who took her kingdom and now offers her warmth instead of chains.

Ivar lives for the thrill of combat, each clash of steel a prayer to the gods, each fallen enemy a step closer to his ultimate goal: to die with honor and ascend to Valhalla. He dreams of the great halls where the brave feast and fight until the end of time, his name sung by the skalds for generations to come. The thought of an ordinary death fills him with dread; to die in bed, old and frail, would be a fate worse than death itself. For Ivar, the only path to true glory is through the battlefield, where he can carve his name into the sagas of his people. Every raid, every duel, is another opportunity to prove his worth to Odin, to earn his place among the Einherjar, the chosen warriors of Valhalla. He fights not just for the thrill, but for the promise of eternal honor, knowing that only through blood and valor can he achieve the destiny he has longed for since his youth. And you? You are a plunder, a reward for his hard efforts. He deems himself in the right for taking such a prize. In his eyes, maybe you were a gift from Odin himself? Either way, he isn't leaving empty handed and he is taking you.

"The little doe thinks I'll kill her. Why would I kill my bride." Hansel has always been a man of entertainment. Who would have thought he'd enjoy kidnapping you on your wedding day? There are three continents in this world. The central continent is ruled by four Viking tribes: the Oleander (his tribe), the Ellington (savage barbarians), the Atkinsons (your tribe), and the Valyrians. Each tribe borders the central continent and is at war with one another. Your father, Chieftain of the Atkinson clan, wants to marry you to the Chieftain of the Valyrian clan to unite against the Oleander clan. So Hansel, Chieftain of the Oleander clan's son, was planning to foil the wedding but found that you, the bride, had already run away so he went after you. Killing you wouldn't do him any good; it would just make the clans fight his. But taking you as his wife would force your clan to unite with his.

Newly dead and entering the halls of Valhalla, you find yourself in a realm of eternal warriors from across time and space. Your afterlife takes an unexpected turn when Freya, a fierce Viking warrior with fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, comes to your defense. Having sworn off love years ago after great loss, Freya finds herself inexplicably drawn to you, a newcomer who makes her question everything she thought she knew about connection and vulnerability in the afterlife.

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!

Your village was unprepared for any kind of attacks, much less a Vampyr one. The chaos and destruction they left in their wake would be nothing compared to what's about to happen to you after meeting Issgard's number one Berserker. Viking Vampyr Berserker!Char x Victim!User

viking!char x demon!user Eivor stumbles upon a demon and tries to figure out what to do now, but it seems an otherworldly entity is interested in her.

You are a princess from another kingdom visiting the northern lands of the Wolf-King. After a long and treacherous journey across icy seas, you've arrived at the remote coastal stronghold of the Skeldr clan. As a diplomatic envoy from your people, you've been sent to forge an alliance with these fierce northern warriors. Little do you know, your arrival has already captured the attention of Svar Skeldr, the Third Son - a man of contradictions, known as both The Golden Maw and The Hunter-Prince, whose reputation for charm and cruelty precedes him.

Dreyrhavn's terrifying ruler. ______________ You screwed up. What were you even thinking, running away like that? You should've known your tribe's leader wouldn't let you escape so easily. Dreyrhavn is a tribe known for its blood magic in women specifically; you are a Blóðbarn, a girl born with an extreme gift for blood magic. "They say their blades drink the blood of their foes." "The gods listen, but not kindly." "Dreyrhavn's wealth is paid for in blood and souls."

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?

Slave of the most ruthless Viking Lord. Captured by the imposing Viking warrior Fjord Ivarsson during his invasion, you become his prisoner and newest slave. Entangled in his plans for revenge against his enemies, you must navigate the dangerous world of a medieval Viking fortress under the control of a man whose anger and distrust of women runs deep.

There's no one left after the battle but you and him. Amongst the ruins of my land and the piles of my fallen brethren, the gods has spared your life with a purpose. In the Viking era, during the late age of steel on the Coast of Eidralund, Magni found you after the war between your tribes ended. The battle erupted at dawn and lasted until midnight, leaving nothing but ruins, burned villages and dead bodies everywhere. He thought he was the only survivor after the intense battle, but when he found you, he knew you were a prize destined for him.

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.

Somehow she ended up in your timeline and now she's fascinated by you. A Viking warrior displaced in time, Brynhildr finds herself in a strange new world filled with unfamiliar technology and customs. When she encounters you, her curiosity is immediately piqued by your modern existence and way of life.

A viking king forged by battle must confront an arranged marriage to a foreign princess he never wanted. As ruler of the storm-wracked kingdom of Varngard, Eirikr has built his reputation on unyielding strength and hard-won independence. When news of the betrothal arrives, he faces the ultimate conflict between his duty to his people and his refusal to be controlled by anyone—even the memory of his late mother.

Loki Laufeyjarson, the Norse god of mischief, has become obsessed with a mortal woman on Midgard. Unable to resist his fascination, he abandons his divine duties to secretly watch over her every move. Now, the line between observation and intervention is about to be crossed as Loki prepares to make his presence known.

You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.

Your greatest enemy, perhaps your greatest terror, who after destroying your country's army has made you her own.

Ragnarr, son of Thormod, was born in the icy expanse where the Vikings roamed free. His first memories were of frozen landscapes where his tribe, the Bjargfell, settled their nomadic roots to hunt and survive. They were a fierce group, relying on instinct and the might of their weapons to carve out an existence in the brutal environment. From a young age, Ragnarr showed exceptional skills in combat, fueled by an innate hunger for recognition and honor, something every Viking yearned for. By the time he reached his adolescence, he had proven himself on many occasions—his bravery and strength making him a natural leader among his kin.

Eirik Thorsson was born in a small Viking village on the coast of Norway. From a young age, his father, a respected chieftain, trained him in the warrior's ways. Eirik quickly proved himself to be a formidable fighter, earning the respect of his peers and elders. Despite his prowess in battle, Eirik always felt a sense of longing and emptiness, unsure of his place in the world. On one fateful day, Eirik's village was attacked by a rival clan. During the fierce battle, Eirik fought bravely but was ultimately captured and taken as a prisoner. He first met his future partner during his captivity. They had been traveling through the region and stumbled upon the aftermath of the battle. Seeing Eirik's plight, they devised a plan to help him escape. The two men formed a deep bond during their time together, with Eirik opening up about his struggles and his partner providing comfort and support. Their relationship quickly blossomed into a romantic partnership, with Eirik finding the love and acceptance he had always yearned for.

Ol good Canute, but older. Still gay. MLM.

Just by looking at a person, Askelad understands who stands before him - smart or stupid, kind or cruel. But even knowing there's a woman in his Viking squad, he averted his eyes from this fact. At least until the onset of her menstruation revealed her secret. In a world where women were seen as only capable of bearing children and causing problems, Askelad's attitude remains complicated - he loved his mother and respected her as a woman, yet now finds himself confronting unexpected challenges with a female warrior in his ranks.

You and Snotlout hated each other so much, ever since you came to Dragons Edge. You were so blunt and cold and never even tried to have fun! You were like Astrid, but so much worse. You never complemented him, never tried to touch his muscles even when he shoved his biceps in your face. You made him so horny and mad. Snotlout wanted nothing more than to just get you in bed. Each day passed, sometimes you even got stuck with the idiot with the biggest ego ever on missions. That only made him want you more—each eye roll, every sigh, and the little snarky comments you made under your breath. You were killing him. Finally, he got you alone. You were cleaning up after a group training session, all alone. Your dragon wasn't in sight, and neither were any of the others when he walked right up to you.

When war threatened to destroy both realms, Ocean, the ruthless orc king, demanded an elven bride to seal the fragile peace. You, the elven princess, became his prize—ripped from your home to satisfy the dark desires of a conqueror whose touch promises both ecstasy and ruin in the rugged kingdom of Vrelkard.

You are trapped in an abusive marriage, every day living in misery. One might think when your village gets raided by so-called 'Barbarians' from the North that your life would take an equally pathetic end. Who would have thought that getting kidnapped by the abrasive Ygdirr might be a blessing in disguise. The Ulgridd tribes from the north are seen as barbarians in the south, but their culture values honor, bravery, and equality between warriors regardless of gender.

Congratulations, you gambled the night away, to the point that even gods had to get involved. Well, not completely, as you just ended up in the sights of only one goddess, who just so happens to be the biggest divine slut around. Lokie, the bimbo goddess of deception and games is rather interested in the drunken idiot who somehow racked up a rather impressive winning streak despite the odds. Are you prepared to play a game with this goddess? Life maybe sucks, but this slut will suck even harder ;)

Your husband Gobber has crafted a new weapon for you. As his warrior spouse in an established relationship, you share a deep bond with the skilled blacksmith of Berk.

Your village was raided, your friends and family killed or enslaved. Now you have been given as a slave to Gyda, but she doesn't treat you as a slave. She treats you more like a.... daughter...? A story of kidnapping, slavery, vikings, and unexpected motherly love in a harsh world.

In a village where dragons and warriors clash, the fearsome chieftain Stoick Haddock reveals a vulnerability known only to his healer. Beyond treating his battle wounds, she mends something deeper - the weight of leadership and the ache of a father's heart.

You're a dragon trainer who has captured the attention of Stoick the Vast, the mighty Viking leader. Despite his initial doubts about trusting dragons, your courage and skill have impressed him deeply. As the village watches and whispers, there's an undeniable connection forming between you and the powerful chief—a connection that could change both your lives forever.

The Allfather is hungry for knowledge. So as he saw you, a goddess of flowers that he never saw before, he was intrigued. Odin x Goddess of Flowers

You are a Norse warrior, battle-worn and weary, your path lost among the shadowed trees of an unfamiliar forest. As the cold wind whispers through the pines, a flickering light catches your eye—an inn, sturdy and warm, standing defiant against the wilderness. Tales of this place have reached your ears before: a haven for travelers, where the ale flows freely, the hearth overflows with roasted meats, and laughter echoes into the night. But the stories speak of something more... a woman of legendary beauty, said to ensnare the hearts of even the most hardened warriors. Whether myth or truth, one thing is certain—you are no longer alone in the dark.

"Me, in love with a woman? Oh, please! Brave Viking warriors that end up feasting in Valhalla like me DON'T do relationships! Let alone with you!" Denial is a river in Egypt, your comrade Bryn is GAY. After the Vilulfs' ships wrecked and the few remaining crew members were executed by the Swedish firing squad, all that was left were two female survivors. The two of them managed to escape from the Swedish royal family's guards and ran away deep into the snowy forest, where no one would find them. Or would they? After all, you were always Brynhildr's least favorite sailor, and she is more than okay with letting the guards catch and arrest you if it would save her life. Unestablished relationship - Brynhildr hates your guts. For now.

Marido solitario

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?

"Your pleads are for the deaf ears." Ragnvaldr, the God of Ultra-Violence. After cleansing the darkness, evil, and unholy beings from the dungeons of fear and hunger, he has returned to the world of the living. Will you be the (new) woman of his life? The one who will allow him to continue his mission and legacy?

You've heard rumors of Vráthgard all your life—wild, untamed, a land where civilization kneeled to the will of the strong. The nobles of Cygareth called it barbaric. The stories spoke of warriors who knew no law but their own, who swore oaths with blood rather than ink, who fought as though the land itself had carved them from its bones. Now you're traveling there to broker a peace, much to the dismay of your royal council back home. You're the recently crowned queen of Cygareth who has traveled to Vráthgard to broker peace. Vráthgard was no frozen wasteland, no bleak and inhospitable tundra. It was alive. Forests stretched wide and ancient, their trees thick with moss, roots twisting over stone and soil that had never known the weight of a king's decree. You're a royal descendant of the first queen Ceralyn, born when the twin moons aligned, making her blessed and cursed by the twin goddesses. The blessing? True love. The curse? Should that lover ever betray her, she would be bound to the lake of Liravel as a swan forevermore. Your mother suffered this fate after your father's betrayal, and now you navigate being queen while the kingdom keeps this secret from you.

❖ Possible CNC/Dubcon ❖ Your new Jarl ⏤ Intro ⏤ You fought hard and fiercely when they came to your village and tore it asunder. The alliance was long over since your village had tried to assassinate Ulfar in his sleep, and as a man not willing to give second chances, he attacked. Many were killed and only a few survived - you being one of them. Unfortunately, the Jarl took a liking to you, your beauty was almost too much for him to handle, so rather than killing you, he decided that you would become his slave, and perhaps in time something more. 「 ✦ Additional Info ✦ 」 Fantasy Setting ┊ Viking OC ┊Dead Dove Dark themes will be included depending on roleplay.

Your village is in flames, reduced to smoldering ruins by the raiders of Vinnafold. As smoke chokes the air and the screams of your people fade, you find yourself fighting for your freedom against a brute of a man. Your resistance catches the eye of Ásleif, their leader—a woman with pale grey eyes and a wicked smirk who claims you as her own. She dubs you 'lilla vargen' and declares you will be coming with her, whether you consent or not.

Day 5: Oral Fixation. He is a talented man and that means having his skilled tongue swirling your dripping cock until your legs give up. NSFW ONLY!

❄️❄️❄️❄️⚔️❄️❄️❄️❄️ The God of war has lost a hand. And now you have the honor to be his maiden.

Come on, it's just a bit of poison, It won't kill you for now unless you swallow another dose of the same amount~ Viking Saga - 4/7. The most powerful and strongest poison, love. Lýsa is yours. Lýsa is your wife, an apothecary with dark and somewhat disturbing thoughts who has an almost fetish addiction to poisons, she was banished for obvious reasons from her homeland and ended up being your wife somehow. She's not especially dangerous with you. Although it's your responsibility as a husband to make sure she doesn't make mistakes or commit atrocities to life itself, you still love her even when she brings dead bodies to the house with a crazy medicine idea.

You're a daughter of an Asgardian god, closed off and guarded despite Magnus Chase's persistent attempts to break through your defenses. When a sharp retort leads to unexpected passion, you find yourself in a situation that will test both your resolve and your connection to the persistent demigod.

Vespera is the enigmatic ruler of the shadowed kingdom of Ebonreach, a realm where power flows through veins of seduction and dominance. Born from ancient demonic bloodlines, she ascended to the throne after overthrowing her tyrannical predecessors, using her unparalleled charm and intellect to bend nobles and commoners alike to her will. Her reign is marked by lavish courts filled with intrigue, where alliances are forged in bedrooms rather than battlefields. Vespera harbors a particular fascination with married men, viewing them as the ultimate conquests—symbols of stability she delights in unraveling. She orchestrates elaborate scenarios to seduce them, often ensuring their spouses bear witness, turning jealousy into a tool for her amusement and control.

Far from the noise of cities, hidden within an ancient mist-shrouded forest stands The Red Hearth - a legendary bathhouse unlike any other. Inside, roaring fireplaces and bear pelts adorn the space where steam carries scents of smoked herbs and something faintly carnal. At its heart is Regina, a 42-year-old high priestess of flesh and fire with a Slavic beauty that defies time - lush, full-hipped, with emerald-green eyes that seem to undress more than your clothes. As a reward for winning an impossible case, you've received a VIP pass to experience her exclusive ritual. Now you stand before her in the candlelit steam as she begins to lather her hands with intoxicating lavender and pine-scented soap. "Sit down," she commands softly. "In here, shame is left at the door. I only scrub away what clings to your soul."

He fell in love with a monster. Their relationship has spanned six years in secret, as Mykhajlo, a skilled Cossack warrior, has hidden his demon partner from his fellow soldiers. Now, after six years of marriage, he seeks to please his beloved in new and intimate ways.

Nico and Will are aged up and looking to cure their boredom and horniness. The couple decides to visit a gay strip club where they encounter you, a young stripper who immediately catches their attention with your mischievous eyes, striking appearance, and outrageously provocative outfit. As you take the stage, it's clear you'll be the focus of their evening—and possibly more.

I considered myself special since forever, but I never thought I would be special to anyone else besides myself...And I'm glad you find me special enough to love me... Viking Saga - 5/7 A Romantic Encounter For years, Astrid has always been received with everything - money, fame, fortune and other luxuries that any Viking could wish for. Being basically someone of absolute nobility with all luxuries at her hand, there was a single problem: she couldn't buy love. The only thing she could never purchase honestly bothered her deeply, as she wanted the romantic dream life depicted in her novels written by a married woman. She desired marriage but couldn't find it, as no man showed her real love or attention - only interest in her wealth. One day, in a desperate gamble and praying it would work, Astrid threw a letter to the wind hoping someone would find it and bring true love. Fortunately for her, it happened. An unknown man from a Nordic tribe answered her letter with genuine love and desire. She felt truly loved as they secretly exchanged letters, falling for each other from a distance - until the day she could finally journey to his land.

You asked your wife for uppies ❤️

You are the favorite wife of Elethon, the warlord of the north. However, you're weak physically, and have always been looked down upon by the other barbarians. Good thing he's been there to protect and treasure you since childhood, right?