#vikings drabble

[ryuzakemo128]

Björn Ironside x reader : "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

Please and thank you💙

I hope you like this and fits with what you might want.

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x reader

Genre: Angst

Requested? Yes

Prompt: "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

Content Warning: Possible mention of death, illness, disorders and disease. If any of these topics trigger or make you feel a certain way. I urge you to click off and preserve your mental health. As it's important to care for your mental health as well as your physical health.

You were unwell, bedridden for months, your fragile body refusing to move. Refused to obey. "[Y/N]" Bjorn said, his voice both harsh and commanding. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. It was as if he expected you to have told him about this before. As if he expected you to reveal everything to him when he wanted you to. Your lips curled into a snarl, a silent rebellion against him as your anger continued to boil beneath the surface, 'How can he assume he knows anything by demanding it when he wants it? You thought.

"I would have told you before, but I couldn't. I don't expect you to understand what I'm going through." You told him. Your voice was hoarse and strained. His entitlement, his entitled behaviour continued to annoy you. Even now.

You wanted to lash out, but your bones. Heavy as lead would not let you. You wanted to shout at him. But you couldn't find the words, they got caught on your tongue and stuck in your throat. The words between you and him remained unspoken.

His assumption that you would be fine this winter, that you would be able to go out there without any possible injury or illness. His presumption almost killed you, his presumptuous behaviour made you sick and injured. Sometimes almost dead.

His words, his tone, his expectations, his assumptions, they were all so disrespectful. He never once considered your feelings, your safety, your well-being. He treated you as if you were nothing more than a tool at his disposal, something to be taken for granted, something to be discarded when it no longer served his purpose. At least that was how you felt, and how you assumed he felt about you.

But that was not who you were. You were not just a servant or a housekeeper. You were a person with feelings, with a life of your own, with dreams and aspirations. And you deserved to be treated with respect and dignity. This relationship was a sinking ship, and you didn't want to stay on it. Not for another second, not for another day, and certainly not for the rest of your life. It was time to jump ship, to swim to safety, to find your way back to the shore where you belonged. You owed it to yourself. To your future.

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you." You said to him. A bitter taste remaining on the tip of your tongue.

He didn't protest, didn't argue and he just left you there. Alone. Both bedridden and close to death.

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[sugarlywhispers]

viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

[loganbcrnes]

Bound by Instinct

The storm had barely passed, but the air was still thick with the smell of smoke and blood. The sound of clashing swords and the shrill cries of villagers echoed through the once-peaceful village, now under the wrath of a berserker raid.

Wolfbear Syverson, his tall, muscular frame with his hair splattered on his chest, cloaked in the shadows of a bloodied sky, moved like a predator among his pack. His eyes, feral and wild, scanned the chaos around him, the primal instinct to conquer and claim driving him forward. His pack of berserkers, fierce and untamed, followed him like wolves in the hunt. They tore through the village with the speed and brutality of a storm, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

But Sy’s eyes were sharp, his senses keen, and amidst the war cries, there was another sound—a distinct cry, one that didn’t belong to any villager, but to someone in torment. His head snapped toward the source, and the scent hit him almost immediately—the sharp tang of fear, pain, and desperation. It was the unmistakable stench of tortured slaves.

His jaw clenched as he followed the scent, his pace quickening. The villagers hadn’t hidden you away for protection; they had imprisoned you and the others for their own cruel amusement. From within the cage, you and the rest of the slaves bore the marks of their brutality—bruises, open wounds, broken spirits. Some were too weak to lift their heads, while others whimpered as fresh blows rained down upon them.

Syverson’s pack fanned out, cutting down anyone who dared stand in their way. He reached the site where you were held, his hands curling into fists as he took in the sight of you—filthy, bruised, shaking from exhaustion. Rage burned deep in his gut.

Without a word, he surged forward, his large hands gripping the iron bars and ripping them apart with a strength that seemed impossible. The metal screeched in protest as the door was torn from its hinges and flung to the ground.

The villagers around the cage faltered, confused at first, but they soon realized their mistake. They drew their weapons, but it was too late—Sy’s fury had already been unleashed.

With a savage roar, he cut them down without hesitation, his blade slicing through flesh like it was nothing. His berserkers followed, their war cries shaking the earth as they tore through the remaining enemies. The battle was over in moments, bodies left strewn across the blood-soaked ground.

You barely had the strength to move, your body trembling from hunger and exhaustion. The other slaves bolted the moment they had the chance, but you remained frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened.

Then his gaze landed on you.

It was like being caught in the sights of a predator—one with burning blue eyes, a towering frame, and the air of something untamed. The moment his eyes met yours, you knew that whatever had driven him to slaughter the villagers wasn’t just bloodlust. It was something else. Something primal.

“Come,” he growled, his voice low and guttural.

It wasn’t a request.

You hesitated, but before you could fully register what was happening, his large hand shot out and gripped your arm, hauling you to your feet. His grip was firm, almost searing against your skin, but not cruel. Your legs nearly gave out beneath you, but he didn’t let you fall.

He turned and pulled you along, his long strides making it difficult to keep up. The rest of his pack continued their destruction, razing the village to the ground, but Syverson was already leaving, his focus entirely on you.

The dense forest loomed ahead, dark and quiet in contrast to the fiery wreckage behind you. You didn’t know where he was taking you, didn’t know if this was another form of captivity, but your body was too weak to resist.

After what felt like hours of walking, you arrived at the entrance of a cave, carved into the side of a rocky hill. Inside, the scent of damp earth and animal pelts filled the air. A fire burned low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Syverson released your arm, but you didn’t dare move. You watched as he removed the heavy fur cloak from his shoulders, his sharp gaze never leaving you. His expression was unreadable—wild, intense, something between curiosity and possession.

Then, after a long moment, he grunted and nodded toward the furs piled near the fire.

“Rest.”

It was the only word he spoke, rough and unpolished.

You hesitated, still trying to understand what was happening. He had slaughtered the ones who tortured you. He had taken you from that hell and brought you here. But why?

Your body ached with exhaustion, your mind spinning with confusion. Yet, as you stood there beneath the weight of his stare, you realized one thing: whatever had happened back in the village, whatever instincts had driven him to take you…

You were his now.

[arcane-vagabond]

Viking!AU where the shieldmaiden says she "will not kneel for anyone". But she does love to kneel for her husband, Viking!Jake...

I was gonna write a one-shot for this, but we’re just going to talk about it instead because I think about it every day ngl probably because this was my area of focus for my minor lol

Imagine being a fierce warrior, a Viking, a shield-maiden. There aren’t many of you, but the few of you that there are command respect from the men around you. You aren’t a stranger to the ways of the rest of the world.

You know that the women of your culture are privileged in many ways, freer. You can choose your husband and divorce him just as easily. You can prove yourself in battle, earning your place in Valhalla alongside your fallen brethren and Odin, the Allfather, himself.

You kneel before no man.

Well, maybe just one.

Your lips pressed gentle kisses along the thighs of your husband, leaving a trail that led right to where he needed you most. His dick stood tall and thick against his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as you teased him, mouth coming so close only to be pulled away at the last second.

“Please,” he gasped, green eyes falling closed as his head fell back. Your fingers trailed up his thighs, scratching lightly at the skin as you smirked against him.

"What is it, my love?" You rasped, your smirk growing bigger as he let out a desperate whine, "what is it you want?"

"Your mouth," he gasped, eyes cracking open to fix you with a pleading look, lips parted in desperate pants. Your fingers gently wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as he bucked up into your grip. You leaned forward, licking at his weeping tip and earning a low groan.

It made you feel powerful, knowing that this feared and respected warrior was reduced to a whining, babbling mess in your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth until he bumped the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He yelped, fingers gripping the bedspread in a death grip, one hand flying to tangle in your hair.

"Feel so good, my love," he groaned, hips lifting slightly. "Such a tight, wet mouth. By the gods, I'll never get enough of you."

You hummed at his words, the vibrations causing him to cry out once more, his hips bucking up into your mouth and sending more of his length down your throat.

You kneeled before no man, but your husband wasn't just any man, was he?

[alicedopey]

Random thought: Harald pulling you close on a cold morning, asking if you're willing to spend the day keeping each other warm under the covers. - Zombie

In Bed with the King

(gif credits to its creator)

Fandom: Vikings Pairing: Harald x (Wife) Reader Genre: Smut(-ish) Words: 614 (Drabble) Warning(s): It's a little bit smutty people so don't like it, don't read it. A/N: I wanted fluff but Harald would not cooperate so it turned naughtier than I thought. Hope you will like it @thezombieprostitute

Your eyes fluttered open as the soft hues of the morning sun lightened the royal chamber. The snowstorm that has started yesterday evening was apparently done. It was still very cold though, you thought as you slid out an arm to rub the sleep from your eyes. A faint shiver ran through your body and you quickly put your limb back under the furs, meeting the hand of your husband resting possessively on your middle. You smiled and tenderly stroked his skin, enjoying the contrast between the two of you. He grumbled but pulled you closer and kissed your neck. The tickle of his beard made you giggle and you tried to get away from him. 

“Stay still, woman. Let me enjoy my morning kisses”. His lips followed a path down your neck and along your shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure through your whole body. His hand slowly glided along your upper body and stopped on your breast before kneading it.

“Harald, we have to stop”. You whispered though you did nothing to stop him and your body even started oscillating against his. 

“Why is that, my Queen?” Harald asked between kisses, never ceasing his sweet torture. His hand left your breast to travel down your body and you found the strength to stop him just as he was about to reach your sex. 

“Because, my King.” You inhaled deeply, fighting your own lust. “We have some duties to attend.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

“No, we don’t.” He intertwined your fingers and kissed your shoulder again. “In fact, we are going to spend the day under those furs and keep each other warm.”

“Must I remind you there was a snowstorm yesterday and that our people…”

He cut you off with one of his hoarse and seductive chuckles. “Who do you take me for, woman? I’m not a heavy sleeper like you. I have been up since dawn with several of my men.” 

You let out a mock outraged scoff and managed to turn around so that you were facing him. “Really? An old man like you?”

Harald laughed heartily. He did not take any offense on this recurring banter between the two of you, especially because he only was a few years older than you.  “You did not think I was an old man last night”. He pulled you close and rubbed his nose against yours. “You even praised my stamina, if I remember correctly.”

“I admit you are insatiable.” 

“Only with you, my Queen. Only with you.” He kissed your nose tenderly. “As I was saying, my men and I checked the surroundings as much as we could. Most of us are stuck inside because of the snow. There is nothing we can do for the moment but keep each other warm. What do you say, dear Queen of mine? Shouldn’t we take advantage of this opportunity to work on our most important project: making an heir for the throne?”

His hand under the furs traveled down your body and hooked one your legs on his hip. You could feel his leaking tip against your dripping center which clenched around nothing. Letting go of your leg, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your cunt. A needy whimper left your lips and you slid your hand between the two of you to grab his sex and put it inside of you in a swift motion. He groaned as you let out another whimper, this time filled with want and need. Your breaths mingled as you got even closer and put your forehead against his. Your eyes met briefly, full of lust and naughty promises.

“Anything for you, my King.”

Tagging (feel free to ask to be added or removed): @naaladareia @gearhead66 @flowers-in-your-hayr @medievalfangirl @girlonfireice

[saturnniidae]

I think we should have more httyd or rotbtd horror

[writingsofwesteros]

*types in guilty* 🥹 Oh shoot, I'm def writing this too late, feel free to ignore this request.

Clan or viking Harwin fucking you so primally, savagely in front of the others, kind of a bedding ceremony to show you belong to him. You're so out of it, but the way you're clenching around nothing when his cock leaves you tells him you need more. He takes you to his cave/tent/whatever, you're like a doll in his arms, mind still so hazy. But still, you clearly crave the pleasure he just gave you and who is he to deny you?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The fire crackling around them began to come over your ears as the sounds were slowly becoming heard by you. Not that any of the words or cheers of the audience around you entered your mind as it only became more softened. You began to hiccup in pleasure; loud moans escaping you with ease as you gripped onto anything that could make you steady

Your legs began to shake at the intense feeling moving around your body as Harwin’s grunts echoed in your ear. His larger hands slowly moved up and down your soft skin as you bounced back and forth on his fat, throbbing cock. Harwin hummed; whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure.

A sweet blush came over you at the louder volume of the audience. His fingers moved into your locks now and tugged back. A sharp gasp escaped you; echoing in the cold night as the breeze moved over your soft skin. Goosebumps easily moving over you with your soft, pink nipples pebbling for his eager fingers to touch.

His dark chuckles echoed in your ear once more as he leaned closer; his body weight pushing down onto you. The change of position only allowed Harwin to be that much deeper inside you. Gods, you could feel him everywhere, you thought to yourself. His larger hand snaked around your body now and pressed against the bulge in your stomach.

His thrusts only continued as you whimpered and moaned out his name like a prayer to the Gods. “Hmm, they will not help you now.” Harwin purred; his hot mouth soon on your soft, sweet tasting neck. The marks he always enjoyed leaving on you would be for all to see in the morning. The thought alone had you whimpering once more.

Your legs were beginning to shake now; your heart pounding in your ears as you still bounced back against him. “So beautiful..so good..” Harwin whispered; his own moans echoing into the dark evening without any care. You were shaking some more as he pounded away; his fat, mushroom head pushing deeper and teasing your sweet, spongy spot.

Your eyes fell shut as you clamped down on his twitching cock. Your climax was soon ripping through you under the moonlight. His dark chuckles only echoed even more in your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm. You knew it was to be a long night. His larger hands were soon palming at your bouncing breasts once more.

You were squirting around his fat, thrusting cock as sharp gasps escaped you again and again. Harwin’s larger hand reached for your arse, spreading your cheeks apart as he watched the sight. A ring of cream easily formed around his thick, twitching cock. “Fuck..that’s it.” Harwin groaned as the wet, squelching noises echoed.

His larger hand came down on your arse; causing you to shake and clamp around his fat cock once more. It was an act you both had only recently discovered and enjoyed immensely. Harwin enjoyed how red you became and sensitive. The soft pain was dull compared to the pleasure coursing through your body with his thrusts. 

Harwin repeated his action as you fell into the ground beneath you. Still, he did not stop nor did you truly want him to. Your eyes rolled once more as he took control. Your body seemingly not your own in that moment as the pleasure had your eyes hazy and mind softening. Harwin grunted behind you; his body slapping against your own.

His larger arms wrapped around you; bringing you impossibly closer against his bare chest now whilst his thrusts never stopped. The cheers around you continued as your sweet, ample breasts continued to bounce with his movements. “Good girl. I love you.” Harwin began to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

If only you could reply back, you thought as your delicate fingers moved into his dark locks as he chuckled still. He leaned in and began to softly mouth at your neck whilst his larger hands palmed at your sweet, bouncing breasts. His free hand came down on your arse once more; an act he repeated again and again.

~

The warmth of the furs wrapped around you. Harwin’s embrace is still as loving and tight as ever. A soft look of confusion came over you as you realised where you were. A soft whine escaped you as you moved; his thick cock still stuffed inside your weeping pussy. “Harwin…” You began to softly whisper out to him.

His fingers were gently brushing through your lock as your eyes sleepily began to open. Slowly, you looked up at him. A soft, gentle smile was on his face as his hand reached to cup your face. His thumb is now brushing against your cheek. “Hmm, beautiful.” Harwin whispered as he leaned in; his soft lips lovingly capturing your own.

Your legs were tangled together as you slowly moved on top of him. A whine escaping you as his twitching cock rubbed on all your soft spots before you settled. “Good girl.” He whispered praises still before pressing soft kisses down your neck. You had hardly remembered moving from the public space to here.

Not that it truly mattered; you were forever safe in his arms. A soft hum of happiness escaped you as you cuddled closer. His chuckle vibrated his chest as he brought the furs further up your soft, bare body. His larger hand now resting on your hip as he kept you impossibly closer. You could already feel the sleepiness returning.

His hand still stroked up and down your arm as the pitter patter of rain began to fall. “I love you.” You softly whispered out. “I love you too.” Your eyes began to flutter shut as his words washed over you. Not that you could pay attention as dreams wrapped around you. As did Harwin’s loving embrace.

[justanoasisimagines]

Escape plan

Summary; Aethelred can't take anymore so he decides he needs to move his family away. Pairing; Aethelred x Female Reader Wordcount; 592 A/N; Hey my lovelies, back with my hero for the day! I hope you're enjoying it so far. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Aethelred stormed through the grounds teeth gritted, firsts clenched. He ignored the wary glances as people moved out of his way. He was in search of you. He needed to navigate the sea of people if he had hopes of finding you.

Meanwhile, you'd heard of Aethelred's foul mood. You brushed past many. Exchanging pleasantries as you went, while your eyes searched for your husband. The elderly woman pointed when you questioned them about his whereabouts.

It would have been helpful if someone could have given you a precise location. However as you moved around in search of Aethelred, he was moving to search for you too. Like two ships in the night, the two of you kept evading each other.

Eventually, you retreated towards your chamber. If Aethelred's couldn't find you. He would surely head there. With a quickened pace. You needed to know what bothered him so.

Pushing the large oak door open, you were relieved when you noticed Aethelred sitting in a chair by the fire. His head laid heavy in his hands.

"My love., what bothers you?" You crossed the room kneeling at his fee. Aethelred refused to look at you as you placed a tender touch on his knee.

The room lay to the sounds of the fire cackling and the soft murmur of conversations outside. Eventually, Aethelred glanced up at you.

"Do you love me?"

Taken back by Aethelred's question. You moved back, Aethelred saw the pain, flash across your face. "Do you question my feelings towards you? Have I not proven myself to you as a wife." Aethelred moved towards the edge of his seat, reaching out until his hand caught yours. "It is not that I question your feelings. I know that you love me. My heart yearns for you the same way. Nothing could come close…I needed to be certain." The gap between you was too far, Aethelred tugged you towards him, pulling you into his lap as he settled into the chair. Aethelred's hands found your hips as you got comfortable. He needed to remember to remain focused. He could get lost in you afterward. You were his tiny piece of heaven upon this earth. Aethelred licked his lips before he glanced down at the ring on your finger. The single most important piece of jewelry you owned.

"I cannot bear to continue going forward like this. Mother is playing her agenda to have Alfred as King. Undermining my parentage and my legitimacy. She will get what she wants." "What are you suggesting?" Aethelred pulled you ever closer your legs on either side of his as he brought his forehead to yours. "We leave. I don't care where. We'll find a place together to build up and put it on the map, but I will not stay here. One day soon, we'll be in danger." "Your mother wouldn't do that." "I will not put it past her. To have Alfred on the throne I would need to be gone and so would Aethelwulf. I will not risk our son on the belief my other wouldn't stoop so low." Aethelred hated seeing the panic in your eyes there was no point in attempting the truth. A flash of understanding past through your eyes. "When do we leave?" "Tonight."

[bilbotargaryen]

Hear me out, hear me out!

2 “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”

It's so Ragnar coded! (Both as if it's HIM who's asleep in the bathtub and him having someone sleeping in his bathtub lmao) 👀👀👀

I hear you :D

And I've written both version for you xD Enjoy!

2 “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”

V1

Splashing water woke him up. He didn’t open his eyes just yet. He enjoyed the sound for a moment. He didn’t quite know where he was. Nor did he care. He had never felt so light and warm before. The splashing stopped. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room. Over the edge of a wooden tub lay two hairy legs far outstretched into the cold air. In the corner of his eye he spied Yidu. “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”, Ragnar drawled and grinned as his effort earned him a smile.

V2

Ragnar threw the dead deer on the table. “Lagertha?”, he asked into the all too quiet home and heard a sudden splash of water. “She went out fishing with the kids”, he smirked as he noted a slight drawl in the priest’s voice. Carefully he moved towards its origin, pulling aside a thin curtain to reveal Athelstan sitting in the family’s bathtub. “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”, he said softly. “I’m not drunk”, the priest defended himself babbling, “And I am not asleep either.” “I see”, Ragnar chuckled to himself and left him to it.

[ryuzakemo128]

Life After Death

Requested? No

Content Warning: Possible mentions of death, illness, suicide, murder and among other things. If you are triggered by the mentioned topics or any that remain unlisted I urge you that you do no read this content for the sake of your mental health and wellbeing.

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship is dying, about to die and you know the only way to get better was to end the relationship. Before you could end the relationship, you find out that he was unfaithful the entire time you were together. Leaving you heartbroken and carrying his unborn child inside of you. As well as your sons.

Author's Note: This is to help those who may be suffering through a heartbreaking break-up or a divorce. This is my love letter to you and I hope you find yourself forgiving yourself for whatever might have caused it to happen.

You found out a week ago and now you couldn't even bring yourself to even look at him. "You are lucky we never got married." You say to him. "You are lucky our children are too young to understand any of this and once I leave, you are never seeing the one that is yet to be born."

You didn't want to hear more of his pathetic excuses, as you packed the carriage getting ready to move to a farm near the village. It was the only place you could afford on such short notice. The children would have to go to the village school and you'd have to find work. The thought of leaving everything you'd built together was almost unbearable, you knew you couldn't stay. He'd never change. He'd always be a selfish, careless man who put his own pleasures above everything else.

Luckily, you were only three months pregnant and you were able to hide your condition from him until now. It was a small mercy. As you left the house, your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. You clutched the reins of the carriage, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. You knew that you had made the right decision, it still hurt and it still stung. He made his bed and now you intend to force him to stay inside of it.

Before you and your young children could leave that afternoon, you heard a voice from further away, the carriage was packed with your luggage and all your children were aware of. They were going to their grandmother's for a while. They were excited, unaware of the real reason why they were leaving, or that they were leaving their father behind. They were waiting inside of the carriage, their small whispers excited by the fact they were going to be able to see ducks, chickens, and other animals that their grandmother kept.

You heard him mutter something. You ignored him. You trusted him, you loved him and you thought you had a good life together. You had no idea that he was so unhappy. It was too late now. There was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't go back in time and change the past. All you could do now was focus on the future and make sure your children grow up in a happy, healthy environment.

Once you were on the road to the farm, you stepped into the carriage and into another life for you. For your children and the one that would be born soon. It wasn't the best option, but it was the only option that seemed to fit with what you need.

Your mother would be happy with the arrangement. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than what you had before. The farm was small, but it was self-sufficient. You could grow your own food, milk the cows, tend to the chickens, and make a living off the land. It was honest work, and it was all that you could ask for. Until you could possibly heal and move on, this would have to do.

Your mother, Freyja, "I am sorry things ended this way my dear," she said to you as you walked into the cabin, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. "But I'm glad you're here with me now. We'll make the best of it." She put her arm around you, her strength surprisingly comforting. "Now, let's get you settled in and we'll talk about how you'll help around the farm. Then we can organize where you and your children can sleep. How does that sound?"

You nodded, trying to muster up a smile. You knew your mother meant well, but the thought of living here, so far away from Bjorn, was almost unbearable. You had to remind yourself that it was for the best. For your children's sake, you had to protect them from their father's selfish ways. Your children ran around the field, your mother's dogs keeping watch over them, their laughter filling the air. It was a peaceful scene, one that you hoped would become routine for you all.

Your father passed when you were young, you didn't know much about him other than he was faithful to your mother to a fault. You were one out of five children they had together, you were raised by her and her alone after your father died. You wonder how she managed to do so on her own for so long after his death.

You asked your mother, "How did you manage to grieve and still care for us?"

She looked at you with a small smile and said, "It wasn't easy, my dear. There were days when I thought I couldn't go on. But I had to, for you and your siblings. Your father wasn't the best, but he certainly wasn't the worst and I thank my lucky stars that I met him when I did. Even if it was for a little while. The world was peaceful, and I had you all to take care of. The work on the farm kept me busy, and in time, it became a part of me. It's all I've ever known. You are not to blame for what he decided to do."

To her you would always be her little girl, her little angel who couldn't do wrong and she would always be there for you, no matter what. Your siblings had grown up and started their own lives, but you and your mother were still very close. You would help her around the farm, tend to the animals, and grow the crops. It was hard work, but you enjoyed being outdoors and being close to nature. Life on the farm was simple, yet fulfilling. She was there for you, just like she was there for her siblings when they needed her.

You would heal. You would learn to forgive and move forward. You were determined to find someone that will love all of you.

Prompt List/ Masterlist: Link

Dividers: Link

Previous/ other masterlists: Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

[alicedopey]

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Harald was happy for Halfdan, he really is. His brother is getting married and that is cause for happiness! But he can't help feel a little jealous.

He's been working for so long to become King of his territory. He and Halfdan had come up from nothing to be leaders of a biker gang. That gang was now in charge of one of the larger territories in the country. The entire time, he never stopped looking for his Queen, but she never showed. Instead, seemingly everyone else around him was finding their love. He stifles a sigh. He is happy for his brother, that is what matters right now.

Harald meets you, the maid of honor, at the wedding rehearsal. You're beautiful enough to take his breath away; as warm and beautiful as the sun herself. But he must contain himself. A woman with your figure, your presence, must be seeing someone. Still, he does allow himself a kiss of your hand at your meeting, enjoying how you giggle at the gesture.

Throughout the rehearsal, the two of you get to talking.

"I take it you're Halfdan's older brother," you comment.

"Aye," he nods. "How could you tell?"

"I recognize that look in your eyes," you shrug. "I have two younger sisters, both already married. One even has a child on the way. But I'm the one who's forever the bridesmaid. It's easy to be happy for one's younger siblings, but it can still hurt."

His eyes soften. "You speak with wisdom," he nods.

"Experience," you counter.

"What's the difference?"

"Hmmm. I suppose that's a good question."

Your conversation carries well into the night, neither of you wanting it to end. It isn't until you get a promise from Harald that you will have a partner for every dance that you finally let yourselves separate to get some sleep for the long day tomorrow.

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-Zombie

Sweet Zombie, I don't know what to tell you except thank you. This made my day when I found it in my ask box this morning.

You got Harald's character perfectly. He is desperately waiting for his queen....to have her snatched away from him by someone else every time. He deserves to find the one. Someone who will choose him over everyone else.

I hope those two will find happiness together. I am curious to know how the wedding day will go....

Also funny you are talking about a biker gang because I have this idea with Harald who's been on my mind for a while....

You have to read this @naaladareia @gearhead66

[be-xkyy]

🥀Welcome to my Masterlist🥀

Welcome to my masterlist :) I hope you like the content and enjoy your yanderes, they are your problem now!😃😊

Dark=🖤 Yandere=💀 Fluffy=💖 smut=🔥 Angust=💔

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-Boyfriend 🖤💀

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Rival 🖤💀🔥

Yandere Rival Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Childhood Friend 💀💖

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Dilf 🖤💀🔥¿💖?

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Dilf Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

Yandere Sugar Daddy 🖤💀🔥

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Sugar Daddy Text 💀🔥¿💖?

Yandere Sugar Daddy Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Brother-in-law 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Father-in-law Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟

Yandere Doctor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟

Yandere Emperor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere King 🖤💀¿💖?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

Yandere Prince Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟

Yandere Royal Advisor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Nobleman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟

Yandere Soldier Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡

Yandere Poet Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡

Yandere Servant Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟

Yandere Jester Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere Viking Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Merman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒

Yandere Fae 🖤💀🔥¿💔?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑂𝑟𝑐

Yandere Orc Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

Yandere Naga 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑛

Yandere Vampire Romanian 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ

Yandere Vampire French 🖤💀

Reader spending time with her baby. drabble 💀💖¿💔?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓

Yandere Werewolf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

Yandere Demon Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

Yandere Angel Soon

𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-girlfriend Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Academic Rival Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Milf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦

Yandere Sugar Mommy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

Yandere Nurse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Empress Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛

Yandere Queen 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Princess Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟

Yandere Counselor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦

Yandere Noble Lady Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒

Yandere Muse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Maid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛

Yandere Courtesan Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Mermaid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦

Yandere Fairy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒

Yandere Vampire Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑢𝑠

Yandere Succubus Soon

𝑂𝑛𝑒-𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

Farmer x City Girl

Cowboy x Boss Daughter

Corrupt Cop x Drink Girl

Boyfriend Jock x Cheerleader Reader

Cat Hybrid x Human Reader

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children?

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

How would the Yanderes react if Reader died in childbirth? Would they hate their children or love them? Would they love their children more if they looked like Reader?

Yanderes react when their readers are as obsessed as they are? ( ⚠️Alert Yandere Reader⚠️)

[nerdygirlramblings]

This blog is my cod wormhole, mostly a place to post my poly!141 x reader work and share fanfic / fanart I like.

NOTE:

I have never played cod: all in-game knowledge and lore comes from ao3 and this site (and a little from game-based wikis).

I write reboot characters and ignore most games storylines.

Reader is afab unless otherwise noted.

We're all (mostly) fluffy here. Life has too much angst already. I like my escapism sweet.

Feel free to ask questions, share HCs, request stuff

This is my sandbox. If you don't like how I play with my toys, you don't have to play here.

Master List

Minors DNI

Series and Extended drabbles

complete

Choose Your Own Meet Cute (implied poly!141 x gn!reader) - choose your own adventure style story

my Works, ye Mighty (poly!141 x fem!reader) - au; the 141 are ancient gods [9.6K words]

ongoing

Off to See the Wizard (poly!141 x fem!reader) - tech wizard helps the 141

fierce wars and faithful loves (poly!141 x fem!reader) - au; omegaverse

Maverick (implied poly!141 x fem!reader) - drabbles

- spitfire soldier

- meeting Laswell

- mission trouble

one-shots and drabbles (* indicates an ask)

Wrap Me Up (poly!141 x fem!reader)

rom-coms (poly!141 x fem!reader)

guardian (poly!141 x gn!reader)

aggressive affection (poly!141 x gn!reader)

knight au (implied poly!141 x fem!reader)

The Princess Bride (implied poly!141 x fem!reader)

baby trapped (poly!141 x fem!reader)

viking 141 (implied poly!141 x fem!reader)

Christmas Quickie (poly!141 x fem!reader)

"Where is Gaz?!" (poly!141 x gn!reader)

salvation (implied poly!141 x fem!reader)

shoppe girl* (poly!141 x gn!reader)

homecoming (poly!141 x fem!reader)

date night* (poly!141 x fem!reader)

accident prone (poly!141 x fem!reader)

introverted* (poly!141 x fem!reader)

quiet comforts* (Price x gn!reader + Simon)

child's play* (poly!141 x fem!reader)

puppy love* (implied poly!141 x fem!reader)

pack punishment* (poly!141 x gn!reader, omegaverse)

and baby makes three?* (Simon x fem!reader x Johnny)

star light, star bright* (implied poly!141 x gn!reader)

the light, the heat (poly!141 x gn!reader)

when life gives you lemons, give them back (poly!141 x fem!reader)

[bilbotargaryen]

38 - I am not losing to you again

Hvitserk ate another nut. He could feel Ivar piercing him with his eyes. He was waiting for him to make his move, but the board was unyielding. There was no way he could escape his little brother’s trap, at least he didn’t see one. “What are you waiting for?”, Ivar mocked him. He knew. “I am not losing to you again”, Hvitserk mumbled. “What was that?”, Hvitserk looked up and saw how Ivar hungrily licked his lips, expecting his surrender any time now. Hvitserk shoved the board off the table, scattering the game pieces across the floor. Then he left.

[ryuzakemo128]

Vikings Writing Prompts

Trigger Warning:

Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.

If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.

Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.

Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:

Male Characters

Rollo Lothbrok

Ívar Ragnarsson

Björn Ragnarsson

Ubbe Ragnarsson

Athelstan

Hálfdanr Hálfdansson

Haraldr Hálfdansson

Female Characters:

Lagertha Lothbrok

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir

Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.

If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.

Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.

Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

Prompts

Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.

SFW - Dialogue Prompts

"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."

"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."

"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."

"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."

"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."

"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."

"Depends on what you consider to be fair."

"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."

Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts

"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."

"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

NSFW - Dialogue Prompts

[TBD]

Vikings Headcanons - Link

Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link

Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link

[darklydeliciousdesires]

REQUEST BOX IS OPEN, BESTIES! Read the post in full before submitting and send in an ask, my darlings! :)

DRABBLE/SHORTS REQUESTS!

All with be either straight smutty, hinting at smut, comic, angst or fluff (I will write dark, too, but only at your specific request so if you want this, please mention upon asking!) Each piece will run at either 100 words for a drabble, or more if I turn it into a short. The guys I write for are as follows - 

John Shelby

Tommy Shelby

Sean Wallace

Rio (Good Girls)

Alfie Solomons

Ivar the Boneless

Ragnar Lothbrok

Choose one man from the above, and one prompt below!

1. “I know he’s the one you’re getting married to, but he’ll never love you like I do.”

2. “I just found your underwear in my pocket.”

3. “Stop being a tease, or I’ll take you to the nearest darkened corner and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”

4. “Good with your hands, hmm? I think I want to know more.”

5.  “Your legs look amazing, but they’d look even better wrapped around me.”

6. “No, we’re not going anywhere yet. Not until I get to show you just how gorgeous I think you look.”

7.  “Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard!”

8.  “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

9. “Really? You’re pregnant?”

10. “A life where I don’t wake up next to you every morning isn’t a life worth living.”

OR, I will be taking requests for three word drabbles of your choice, if you don’t want to choose a prompt! This is a new little feature I’m rolling out, so yeah. same guys as above, please. Let’s see what you lovely people come up with!

Now, click on the below to read the rules of the drabble requests prior to sending one please!

RULES!

You must not ask on anon, or your request will not be honoured.

You must engage with a comment and reblog, or you’ll be blacklisted from drabble requests!

If I begin getting too many similar requests, they’ll be staggered and stay in my inbox for a while, so don’t panic that I’ve forgotten you! Please just send an ask and don’t reply on this post, then I can keep everything managed in one place. 

I’m looking forward to seeing who choose who and with what prompt! 

If you need to find this post in the future for reference, just search the hashtag ddd drabble requests and you should find it.