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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on your engagement!! I was thinking that Kassandra and 8 would be an interesting fic :) Don’t feel like you have to write one though if it doesn’t float your boat!

Thank you so much! I'm very excited! I might post updates on how things are going when we get further in the engagement! Also CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST ASK BACK LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!

Summary: In a world where the gods blessed mortals with the ability to find their soulmates through matching wounds and scars, Kassandra has always felt immense guilt for her bloody job.

Pairing: Kassandra x Reader

Genre: Soulmate; No Smut

Potential TW: Blood, wounds, scarring, intentional scarring of a soulmate

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Kassandra never noticed the small cuts and bruises on her body. She was a mercenary, a life of injuries great and small was something she would always be used to. So when papercuts and bruises on the hips and shins appeared, she never took notice, never really wondered which ones were from her soulmate. Some who asked found that selfish, that she never worried over which of the injuries weren’t hers, that her soulmate was out there in pain and she had little care.

But they never saw the big picture.

Kassandra never cared about which ones were her soulmate’s, not because she was selfish, but because she hated that every injury that was hers appeared on whoever was her destined. Did she lie awake scared some nights, worried that the medium sized wound in her leg was actually much larger on Kassandra? Did she trace her fingers over scars that branded Kassandra, hating that they marred her skin just as much? It made her ache, deep in her soul, that she was causing pain and injury. Yet she couldn’t stop. Fighting was in her bones, carried over from the darkness of that spartan night on the mountain. It was her living. She had lives to support. Surely, hopefully, because her soulmate’s wounds never hurt her when they appeared, her own simply marked the skin, never harming the softness that she was surely destroying.

Then, she learned the truth. In the market, a hot summer evening on the docks of Kephallonia, Kassandra watched as a woman bent in half, screaming in pain as her soulmate carved his name over and over into her arm. It wasn’t uncommon, branding your own skin with marks to ensure that you would find each other, but most people just do a small scar. A burn somewhere. A scar through the eyebrow. Something lasting that wouldn’t hurt much, but be noticable. Later, the woman praised the gods for her husband’s foresight, but the image of that woman, terrified and crying out in pain as the blood dripped down her arm onto the wooden docks stayed with Kassandra, haunting her nights and her mornings.

Now, the worries became nightmares. A woman, beautiful as the morning sun, gentle as the midnight moon, screaming and sobbing in pain as a spear wound appeared in her side. Claw marks raking down her face. Her eye bleeding as Kassandra’s own was impaled. Such extremes would never happen, the mercenary tried to remind herself, the gods had made it so your destined would never suffer that much from the injuries you face. And still, the dreams would haunt her.

So she learned. Dodging became her speciality, arrows barely grazed her now, she could catch thrown spears with ease. Eventually, the wounds on her body became more bruises, something she came to live with, though Kassandra desired not a single spot on her future love’s body, no more. Now, their lives could be spent without pain, and only laughter and passion.

Then, one night on the Adrestia as they sailed past Athens, Kassandra was woken up with a tearing pain across her upper left bicep, trailing down to her wrist in a slow, meticulous motion. She sat up with a startled cry, half expecting some wild creature set upon her by a rival or the Cult to be attacking her. A dagger flashes in the moonlight, swinging wildly for a second only to be met with air and the silence of the sea night. Barnabas wakes with her, shouting in response for the rest of the crew. Only a few stir, used to the nightmares of their crewmates after what they’ve seen after following her across the Greek world.

“Barnabas? There’s nothing…” She pants, her hair messy from her restless sleep.

“Aye, there’s nothing Captain.” Her first mate says, rising to his feet to come to her aide. “You were the one who woke me up- By the Gods! Your arm!”

She looks down, eyes widening as her arm shone with blood, dark and messy in a way that she’s used to after a fight with a wild beast. And then the pain hits her. It’s nothing she’s not used to, but the absence of any attacker aboard her ships grounds her in a reality more painful than most anything she’s ever experienced.

“No… this isn’t my injury to bear.” Kassandra croaks out, voice hoarse. “She’s been hurt.” And verbalizing that, even to a silent, concerned Barnabas and barely awake Herodotos, is easily the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.

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It was months later that Kassandra finally realized what happened to her soulmate that fateful night. It had taken Barnabas a week to convince Kassandra that searching every town in Greece would take much longer than they had time for and that her soulmate wasn’t dead because of the bruises and calluses on her fingers left by a weaver’s work. So, she just kept an eye out for any woman with the same deep scars tracing down the muscle of her arm.

And she found her.

A beautiful maiden, laughing with a customer at her simple booth in an Argos market, a laugh that Kassandra could swear she’s heard in her dreams, and she had the same scar carving into her skin. Left bicep, all the way down her wrist. A part of her felt pain over it. The real thing, right there, something that caused someone so lovely so much pain, was the only reason she knew it was her.

The maiden turned, ready to greet Kassandra as a new customer, then stopped, staring at her face with a very clear look of awe. Before she could stop herself, Kassandra reached out, touching the very end of the jagged mark.

“Tell me… I’ve wondered so long, how did you come to bear this pain?”

At first, the woman who Kassandra loved before this day looked embarrassed, then, recognition. Her own eyes trailed over the mercenary’s left arm, shock and relief gathering in dazzling eyes as she matches their scar together.

“You’ll be so infuriated with me.” She mumbled. Kassandra nearly burst into laughter. She had caused her so much pain before, such a scare would never make her angry. Not if it came from her. “But I tripped down a hill.”

The laugh that Kassandra was holding back ripped out of her. What a woman.

#Soulmate trope #Kassandra x reader #kassandra of sparta x reader #x reader #My Writing #Kassandra #Kassandra of Sparta

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semperintrepida · 1 year ago

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Despite my current creative uncertainty, one thing's for sure: I'll be writing at least one more fanfic before everything's said and done. Perhaps it will be yours?

My Fandom Trumps Hate profile can be found here. Bidding starts March 5th!

Organizations this auction benefits: Winning bidder's choice of any of the listed non-profit groups (See full list.)

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Assassin's Creed, Horizon Zero Dawn, A Plague Tale (Videogame Series) Highest rating: E Length/scope: 5 -10k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: I write F/F and gen stories about "Assassin's Creed: Odyssey", but could write for the "Horizon Zero Dawn" and "A Plague Tale" series of games as well. I'm at my best writing stories from the POV of the main protagonists or major NPCs: Kassandra, Kyra, Aloy, and Amicia, but if you've got someone else in mind, let's discuss. I'll write F/F smut if you want; please take a look at my profile for examples. Prompts involving consensual BDSM/power play are welcome if that's your jam. My OTP is kyssandra (Kassandra x Kyra) but if you're my highest bidder, I'll make an exception for you if you're hankering for something else. (That said, please do review my NO list below.) I can write fluff, angst, and pretty much anything in between. Third person, first person, past or present tense are all fine by me.

Things I won't write: male protagonists (sorry, I can't do them justice!), kasspasia (Kassandra x Aspasia), X-reader/reader insert, Omegaverse, genderbent characters, non-con/dub-con, underage, BDSM involving scat/watersports/bloodplay

Other notes: The development of your prompt will be a collaboration between us. You've gotta bring big ideas you're excited about, and I've gotta vibe with your prompt to write something good. I work best from generalities and broad sketches—if you're looking for a very specific scenario with lots of fine details you're expecting me to include, I might not be the writer for you. After we agree on a prompt, I'll write a brief plot treatment and run it by you. Then I'll write the first draft, which you'll be welcome to advance read (AR) and offer feedback. Then I'll edit the work to the best of my ability, and if all goes well, we'll end up with something we're both proud of. My goal as a writer is to make you feel like you're right there in the action, fighting and fucking, laughing and playing. I will make you feel like you're somewhere else, somewhen else, someone else.

[Bidding instructions soon to come...]

#writing for a good cause #i'm excited; hopefully you're excited #i really hope i get more than zero bids 😅#ac odyssey #kassandra #kyssandra #fth 2024

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mimbotomy · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by the amazing @aeide 💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

Nine! Eight AC Odyssey fics, three of which are crossovers and only two of which are completed, and a six year old Miraculous Ladybug fanfic we don’t talk about and will never speak of again 🤫

2. What is your AO3 word count?

531,641 😳

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’m just writing AC Odyssey fics right now, but I also LOVE LOVE LOVE crossovers so I have theoretically also written for the MCU, Hades, and Harry Potter. AND I have WIPs for Odyssey crossovers with Percy Jackson and God of War and AC Valhalla. They’re still all Odyssey fics in my mind though 😂

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Rebirth - 799 Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers - 230 The Children of Kephallonia - 185 Not a Malákes Ravenclaw - 113 To Live by Another Name - 98

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I am unfortunately not as good at responding to comments as I would like to be 😬 I just get busy and then I feel like it’s weird to comment like a month later and I don’t know I get anxiety about the weirdest things. But I love all my comments and I should be a thousand times better at showing my love for my wonderful readers than I am 🩷

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, only two of my fics have been finished and they both had happy endings so. . . But one of my WIPs is angsty as hell and slow going because it’s hard to write through the tears so that will probably be it 😭

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As said above, only two of my fics are done and both have happy endings! If I had to pick though, I would argue that my Hades crossover There Is No Escape. . . has the happier ending, but maybe that’s just because it was so fun to write and its eventual sequel the Electric Boogaloo is also super fun to write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The only one I can think of was this shockingly angry comment someone left on Rebirth years ago that accused me of being homophobic and told me I should kill myself because I said I wasn’t a fan of Kyra x Kassandra, but either I deleted it or they did because I can’t even find it anymore. Kinda made me hate Kyra x Kassandra a little bit though 😬

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No full on smut, but I have noticed that my work is definitely getting 🔥 spicier 🔥 as time goes on.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

As mentioned, I have three posted and even more in Google Docs purgatory! I think my Odyssey x MCU and Odyssey x Hades fics make sense within the context of canon, as do my unposted crossovers, but I still have absolutely no idea where the idea for my Odyssey x Harry Potter crossover came from. Probably a minor manic episode fueled by mix of weed and sleep deprivation, if I’m being honest. But it’s super fun to write so I’m glad I had such a weird idea!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and please don’t steal any of my fics! I will cry 🥺

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once again, not that I’m aware of, and if someone did translate one of my fics I would cry, but they would be tears of joy.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think that would be an amazing challenge if anyone wants to collab!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Kassandra/Brasidas, followed closely by Kassandra/Daphnae and Kassandra/Alkibiades. I feel very guilty picking one over the others because I truly do adore all three of them, but Brasidas kinda reminds me of my husband so. . . 😍

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god, I hate saying this because I truly do love the story and saying it makes it true, but Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers. It’s such a fun fic but I got stuck in a rut writing the Age of Ultron arc and even though I am far more excited for everything that comes after, I just don’t have any motivation to write even the stuff I’m excited about. I’m just more than a little over the MCU these days - it was just too much to watch all the movies and shows and everything built on everything else and it was all lowkey a little bad too so. . . Maybe one day I’ll come back to it but despite the update I posted earlier this year I don’t see any new chapters coming anytime soon 😭

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I am pretty good at getting in characters’ heads and the nuances of their relationships with others, or at least the important relationships. I also like to think that I’m pretty good at filling in the gaps of a character’s history and relationships, because god knows Ubisoft gave us the bare minimum in a lot of cases, while still being true to the characters we all know and love. And I don’t think I’m half bad at fight scenes too!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

More often than not, I get too wrapped up in a character’s internal dialogue/thoughts that the actual action/conversation/scene gets lost in the sauce. And maybe this isn’t completely a weakness, but my chapters can get WAY too long. Pretty sure the last chapter I posted was the longest to date at almost 30K words 😳 But as hard as that might be for someone to read, I don’t like cutting my chapters shorter either or splitting them into two! I try to write each chapter as their own mini story and unfortunately that means they sometimes end up a lot longer than planned because I get excited about a conversation or a scene or go off on a bit of a tangent that I didn’t expect but don’t have the heart to cut. All this to say that I’m so sorry to everyone who reads Not a Málakes Ravenclaw, but you should probably expect another 30K chapter at some point.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

My senior year of high school, after four years of Italian, my teacher told me, “I know that you are trying so hard, but you are so bad at this.” Unfortunately, I am truly terrible at languages no matter how hard I try, and trying to write dialogue in another language would be a disaster. So I use google translate and hope for the best 🤞🏼

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Miraculous Ladybug. I also wrote some Gravity Falls fanfic in high school but I never posted any of it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love all of my fics but The Children of Kephallonia has a special place in my heart. I started writing it almost exactly two years after Rebirth, my first big Odyssey fanfic, and those two years not only made me a better writer, they also gave me a better grasp of these amazing characters and their relationships and the confidence to be a lot bolder than I was with any of my other fics. And working on it also inspired me outside of fanfic! Writing this fic somehow helped me rediscover my passion for character design, which encouraged me to go back to my original works that I had stopped working on during the pandemic. So I have a lot of love for the Children of Kephallonia and I personally think everyone should read it and hopefully you will love it as much as I do 🩷

As always, I'm sure everyone I would tag has already been tagged, but if not and you see/want to do this, consider yourself tagged and let me know for the future!

#tag game #for lack of a better tag

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year ago

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Hello love your work ! I wanted to request a smut. A kassandra x male reader? Like the duo cross paths and fight and the reader is overpowered thier cockyness they showed now turned to submissive turns kass on and she basically doms him ?

Thank you.

Cool. I will write it

#requested

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 month ago

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Lover(s)

Part 3: An Offer

The warmth of the day hadn’t yet evaporated with the setting sun, and even if it had there was no feasible way you could have been cold. With Alexios sitting on your left and Kassandra on your right, you were trapped between two golden kissed Greek space heaters. There was no amount of chill that could have broken the barrier of heat their bodies created even when a breeze had settled upon the outdoor patio.

Regardless of the lack of a chill, the night sky was beautiful with a seemingly endless dusting of stars against an onyx background. The sky was captivating, and there were several moments during dinner when you found yourself gazing at the stars rather than engaging in conversation. It was a draw toward the glittering night sky that had rendered you often silent while the others were speaking.

Your dedication to watching the stars instead of paying attention to the conversation around you was fueled by your regret over not bringing your camera. You loved the nature of beauty and the world around you, it was your passion to capture it’s essence in images, and this night seemed perfect. Of course, your attention could only stay on the starry night sky blanketed above you for so long before it was stolen.

“Calliope asked if my sister and I would give you the full Greek experience,” Alexios’ thick and husky voice had rendered your attention back on him, and as your eyes had fallen back toward him, a smile had graced his face. The kind of smile that was warm and alluring, easy to disassemble anyone’s guard leaving them vulnerable to his charms.

“She mentioned that I would have someone showing me around while I was here, I didn’t think there would be two of you.” You hadn’t been able to pull your attention off of this Greek adonis, the kind of man who was beautiful and strong.

“And what do you want to see in Greece, hmm? Or would you like my brother and I to take control?” Only when Kassandra had rest her hand upon your bare forearm and questioned you with her own charming voice did you manage to look at her. Her brown eyes were identical to Alexios and yet the two of them had slight differences in their irises that drew you in simultaneously.

And when the two of them spoke it made you breathless. Your heart had begun racing in a pattern that was aiding your lightheadedness and fluttering stomach. Though you had just met them tonight it was impossible not to be drawn or attracted to them—the siren’s call that they clearly embraced. It was not just a reminder that you were single but that your ex was a long forgotten memory you wouldn’t dig out of the depths of your mind.

And you were in Greece, you could have fun and enjoy your 6 months here without having to think about the piece of shit back home.

“I have a list,” you finally responded to Kassandra and your attention had briefly flit toward the hand she rested on your forearm, her fingers squeezing ever so slightly, “the agora, the acropolis and Olympus.”

There was so much you'd wanted to see in Greece, so much you had wanted to do and even if you were here for 6 months it didn’t seem like enough time. While 6 months wasn’t any small measure, your time here would be split between wedding preparations for Dessa and Calliope’s wedding, and then everything in between. There was going to be a formal party held at Calliope’s family estate, one that was both an engagement party of sorts and a family dinner to welcome her to the family.

And you by extension.

“You want to have a true Greek experience?” Alexios had once again taken your attention, and you turned your head toward him, your breath hitching in your throat when he had leaned in. “The ruins are fine μικρό but there is so much more to Greek life than ruins and old myths.”

“Like what?” You tilted your head to the side, taking the baiting question and firing your own off in response.

“You like fishing?” Alexios had rested his elbow on the table and rest his cheek on his knuckles, his brown eyes sweeping over you with an air or cocky yet charismatic charm. “Have you ever been fishing?”

“I’m not a good fisherman.” You lifted your wine glass to finish what was left and snorted as a statement to his question.

“You need a Greek to teach you.” His accent was thick and husky, leaving a trail of goosebumps to rise on your skin. “I can take you fishing.”

You had glanced at her from the corner of your eyes, watching her lift her glass to lips to sip on her wine. There was a roll of her eyes followed by the usual back and forth that was common between brother and sister.

“Fishing?” You set the glass down before you cast your eyes over your shoulder, looking at Kasaandra momentarily, just in time to see her roll her eyes and mumble something under her breath.

“My brother thinks he is favoured by Poseiden.” Kassandra quipped and leaned over, her shoulder brushing against her back in a move that was deliberate. “You are no better fisherman than pater was.”

“Maybe I need a good luck charm.” Alexios let the comment roll of his back like water off a duck’s and quickly recovered with a wink in your direction. “I’ll take you around the islands, show you the best place to fish.”

“And I will show you the real Greek talents of wine, πέταλο.” Kassandra had slipped a hand around your shoulders to shove her hand into Alexios’ shoulder, in a playful and sisterly manner. “You should spend a day at our family’s vineyard, I would love for you to try the freshest wine from our award-winning vines.”

The kind of heat that radiated off their bodies was enticing and debilitating all at once, making you wish to coil yourself around the heat like it was a Lifesource. Of course, you could have debated with yourself and tried to reason that it was the wine that you were drinking. Or perhaps it was the environment you were in, the breathtaking views of the white stone villa and the mediterranean sea that lapped at the shores that made you yearn like this.

Regardless of what it was, of what the true cause was, you had turned toward Alexios and stared at him more head on than you had been before. Everything but Kassandra had faded, creating a muffled background that was void of importance to you in this moment. Even Dessa and Calliope, who had left the table for their own intimate moments by the edge of the outdoor patio, had become blurs to you.

“That’s why you’re here isn’t it? To give me the authentic Greek experience?” Your comment aimed at them both brings a smile to his face, equally as charming and devilish as before. And there’s little room for you to say anything more in rebuttal to Alexios before here’s a kind of electricity that pulsates between you three—and you are caught in the middle.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N. Between my brother and I, we’ll make sure your 6 months here will be unforgettable.” Kassandra’s hand moves from your forearm to your shoulder as her soft, yet callused hands fix the tapered straps of your dress. It was a touch that sent shivers through you and made your heart race thunderously in your chest.

“I don’t doubt that.” With your own air of teasing and sarcasm you had fully embraced being trapped between the two of them, at least until Calliope and Dessa had joined the two of you again.

The tension between Dessa and Calliope was similar yet not so intense, of the tension between Alexios, yourself and Kassandra. It had made your stomach flutter with the possibility of what might have come in the future while leaving you hopeful that there was mutual attraction.

“Sorry to interrupt this,” Dessa’s eyes were alight with amusement as she grinned at you, giving you a very knowing and poignant look, “but we should get back, Y/N. We have a fitting in the morning for the bridesmaid dresses.”

You had registered what Dessa had said and yet your feet were slow to move. It was as if your mind was plagued by a fog that made your legs and feet feel like lead. Eventually you had pushed your chair back and had risen to your feet, standing between Alexios and Kassandra. You could still feel the heat radiating off their bodies that had still kept the chill of the Greek night away from you. However, you were aware that once you had moved from between them, that chill would nip at your skin.

“Before you go,” Alexios had reached for your wrist, holding you back and dividing your attention between the siblings, “your Greek experience starts tomorrow, μικρό.”

Your eyes slowly ran over his appearance from his dark brown almost black hair that was secured in a bun at the nape of his neck. You had admittedly looked at him too long, studying the silver beads attached to pieces of his hair, something you missed before.

“We promise not to be too hard on you, we have to work you into Greek culture.” Kassandra had taken your attention next, and like Alexios you had been all too attentive to her. The thick braid that was over her shoulder, the fine and delicate yet strong features that were entrancing you, and her eyes that stole your breath.

It would’ve been impossible not to completely fall under the spell of both Alexios and Kassandra, and trying to pretend otherwise was useless.

“The dress fitting should be done at 11:00.” Your tongue moved on its own accord as you stepped out of the blanketing warmth their bodies provided and moved toward Dessa. The shiver that ran down your spine was almost immediate the further you had gotten from the two of them. There was a standard goodbye that had taken place before you and Dessa had officially left, with Calliope kissing your sister and bidding her a goodnight, and then one from Alexios and Kassandra.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Alexios and Kassandra had simultaneously bid their goodbyes, while Kassandra looked over her shoulder towards you, eyes sweeping over your body with a lilt of a smile on her face.

"So..?” Dessa had only asked as the two of you left the restaurant and began the trek back to the guesthouses you were staying in. She had looped her arm in with yours as you walked side by side, your sister's questioning would now begin out of earshot of Calliope, Alexios and Kassandra. You knew she would want to know your impressions, your thoughts about the brother and sister duo that would be showing you around for the next 6 months. Dessa was probably also ask about how you were feeling about your parents complete dismissal of Calliope and Dessa’s relationship, and the fact that they thought it was doomed.

“So... Alexios and Kassandra are very confident.” That was the only way you knew how to describe the two that would be your guides for the next 6 months, though there were other terms that you wouldn’t verbalize to your sister.

“If you feel like they know you better than you know them, that might be my fault.” Dessa squeezed your arm and sighed, craning her neck back to look at the blanket of stars above you. “Between Calliope and I, we’ve talked a lot about you. And Kassandra and Alexios are good friends with Calliope’s family.”

What Dessa said had made sense, it had seemed as if they knew more about you than they had let on, and now you knew why.

During dinner they had asked about yourself, the basics that you would have been asked on a first date. Since Dessa had confessed that she and Calliope talked about you than you knew that the siblings asked to hear it from you. They had asked and you had told them about your passion for photography, for travelling. You had conveyed that you wanted to make a career out of your love for the art of photography, and they had likewise shared about themselves.

“Tomorrow I’m sure one of them, or both, will want to do something. There's so much to see in Greece, I don’t really think a person can actually see it all.” Dessa had commented again, walking side by side with you as you both went to seek rest for the night. “Calliope was right, this trip will be amazing for you.”

#alexios x reader #alexios x reader x kassandra #alexios x reader fluff #kassandra x reader fluff #alexios x reader smut #kassandra x reader smut #alexios imagines #kassandra imagines #assassin's creed odyssey imagines #assassin's creed odyssey #lover(s) series #lover(s) masterlist #lover(s) part 3

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greenaway-torres · 1 year ago

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I would love to be with a woman who believes her strap is actually a part of her and not just plastic. The way I would tease her with it. Brushing against it when I know she has it on. Running my thumb across it through her pants. Kissing the bulge before I unbuckle her pants. I love it when she gets so weak for me and I barely touched her.

“You like that baby? Want me to put it in my mouth? Then beg.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #x y/n smut #lesbiansmut #x you smut #abby anderson #eivor wolfkissed #kassandra #eivor x reader #butch lesbian #femme4butch #girl dick #grayson x reader #sevika x reader

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pixievi · 2 years ago

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begging for some character thoughts/hc's that I can expand upon in a lil post 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 they can be nsfw and/sfw!!

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xthescarletbitch · 2 years ago

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Please, please, please, can we have some Kassandra smut headcanons?

kassandra smut headcanons

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: f!reader!receiving, smut (with some fluff, as a treat), strap-on use, exhibitionism, rough sex, murder

word count: 1100+

author’s note: *checks calendar* ahhh! this has been a work in progress for a little over two months. i was never quite happy with where i was headed for the longest time, but i've finally decided to just finish this off and get it over with. i hope you enjoy. ♡

✦ i feel like sex with the misthios would be a breathtaking experience (literally)

✦ she loves to be on top, especially when she’s able to hover over you and admire the view… her eyes locking onto yours as her hips relentlessly jut forward and drive the olisbos as deep as she desires, hoping to hear the sweet sounds that are the fuel to her fire

✦ she’s a misthios, so being rough is her forte… and while she does maintain that in bed, she also makes sure to complement her brute force with the occasional gentle stride

✦ expect lots of tender kisses anywhere that she can reach - an act that you’ve grown to love just as much as her taking her pent-up aggression out on your body

✦ just imagine: you’re on your back as kassandra holds both of your hands above your head. her breathing becomes ragged as she grunts praises to you, all the while rearranging your insides

let’s talk about occasion…

✦ when i say that this woman is always in the mood… she is always in the mood. and it doesn’t help that she is absolutely crazy about you… ✨ passion ✨

✦ one evening, she came back to your place after investigating a lead to a powerful mercenary. as soon as she stepped through the doorway, the sight of you preparing some pastries was enough to make her snap and immediately bend you over a nearby surface (there was flour everywhere)

extra fluff ahead

✦ she can get protective and will absolutely teach you how to defend yourself if you need it… but do not expect it to always be genuine teaching moments. she will find all sorts of excuses to get into your chiton (she has also been known to reward your efforts with her mouth)

✦ sometimes, you can hardly get through actual training without being pinned against a nearby surface as kassandra explores the temple that is your body (either way, you both win)

✦ and the training is not because she thinks you’re incapable of protecting yourself!

✦ she unfortunately knows first-hand how dangerous the world can be and would hate for anything to happen to you

✦ eventually, she became confident enough that you would fare mostly unscathed without her. however, she still preferred that she accompany you on rigorous missions. i mean, how much safer can you get than to be by the side of your deific lover?

✦ going on missions together even led to a tradition that you both honor any chance you get

✦ one that you would never tell anyone about… (although she might)

✦ you would clear out an area and notice that smug look (one she happily flashed) appear on her face as she beckoned you closer to her

✦ a misthios has to be prepared for any and all scenarios - anything from winning the favor of a pirate queen to indulging in the occasional impromptu makeout sesh with her lover

✦ and it did not matter where you were and who was around (perhaps she is a little sadist)

✦ one moment, she was spearing her way through enemy defences and then the next, she was spearing you on her olisbos

✦ the weight of the world felt lighter on her shoulders as soon as your fingernails dug into them

✦ it became an obsession - to hear your sweet moans as she hit the right spot inside of you, to drown herself in the divine honey that would seep once she did it well enough, and to allocate her time into ensuring that these cycles remained endless… truly a necessity

✦ worshipping your body is a given; kassandra would take one look at you and swear she was blessed by the gods

✦ her reactions may comprise of taking you in a temple and having you scream her name like a prayer, among other things…

blurb

you unsheathed your daggers as you followed kassandra closely towards the bandit camp. kassandra stopped in her tracks before you got too close and looked up at ikaros, who gave a call of approval to proceed. kassandra grabbed her bow from its position on her back and you both slowly approached the opening between the stakes surrounding the base. she readied her weapon and aimed it towards a far-away enemy. before releasing the arrow, she caught your attention and motioned you towards a scout who was observing the perimeter. carefully, you snuck up behind him and took him out, hiding his body in a nearby bush. you popped out once the immediate coast was clear and kassandra followed swiftly behind. you both proceeded to take out all other enemies in sight with your ranged weapons. once you were sure it was safe, ikaros gave a call to warn of a nearby treasure and you both followed the signal. as you approached the treasure, a rogue bandit attempted to sneak up behind you but ikaros swooped in at the right time and attacked him. you looked around again for good measure and concluded that you and kassandra were alone. you headed towards a large tent that housed the treasure you sought. upon entering the tent, kassandra scanned the room and then turned to you with her famous smug look. you glanced back at her with a puzzled expression and she drew your attention towards a nearby table in the corner of the tent. you felt heat rush to your face as she grabbed your hand and led you towards the table. once you were both in front of it, she turned you around so that your back was against it. she moved her hands to cradle your face and placed a kiss upon your lips. without saying a word, she moved her lips to your neck and began littering kisses all over your exposed skin. she leaned down and hooked her arms underneath your thighs, picking you up and then placing you onto the table. you wrapped your arms around her neck as she returned her lips to yours. your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to you as you both drank each other’s moans.

…and that’s how a simple retrieval mission can turn sultry.

god forbid anybody dare question the two of you, insinuating that you don’t value their time or money… kassandra will have none of it.

“tell me,” she’ll say as she steps closer to them. you make sure to stay close behind should anything go wrong. “if your lover were as divine as mine, wouldn’t you spend all of your free-time pleasing her?” the nervous employer would meet your gaze for a quick second before kassandra closes the gap even further. “it’s only right for me to give my thanks to this goddess as she accompanies me on missions. it’s also a bonus to christen our new bases.”

#my writing #this was originally going to be pure smut but i changed my mind #kassandra #kassandra my love #kassandra smut #ac kassandra #kassandra ac odyssey #ac odyssey kassandra #kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #kassandra ac #assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed #assassin’s creed odyssey #assassin’s creed

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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years ago

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Kassandra x Fem!Reader - Revenge

Summary: You give Kassandra’s strap the gawk-gawk 9000, she blows your back out in retaliation. Balance is restored in the universe. [explicit]

Modern AU. Word count: 3189

AO3 link here. Minors DNI.

Everyone has their own kryptonite. Something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you’re drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can’t quite place.

Kassandra’s kryptonite is lipstick. On your lips, specifically.

There’s something about the way the pigment glides across your lips that sets her on edge. She can’t look away when you apply it. When you reapply it after she kisses it off you. The tantalising little mark it leaves on the bronze skin of her neck when you gently kiss it, whispering for her to take you home. The stubborn stain of it on her shirt when she pulls you in for a hug – deliberately before your freshest coat dries – as a subtle reminder to people that she’s happily taken. Even the way it tastes (that weirdly pleasant chemical flavour they insist on adding to every formula, even though you’re not supposed to ingest it, but you can’t help licking your lips afterwards, you know?) drives her mad.

But there’s nothing that renders her quite so weak as the sight of your lipstick smeared against the lilac silicone of her strap as the heat of your mouth envelops the tip.

It’s always fun to watch her knuckles grip the arm of your vanity chair in fleeting patience as you languidly suck her cock, putting on a little show for her, knowing she’s seconds away from giving in to the carnal desire it fills her with and pounding you into the nearest surface. You never have to take it too deep, just deep enough for the paint on your lips to coalesce with your spit, leaving a few streaks down the side of the plastic.

Up until today, you never realised that this little performance didn’t have to be completely aesthetical.

Today, there isn’t just mesmerisation in Kassandra’s eyes as she drinks in the sight of your lips straining around the girth of her cock; there’s also concentration. You have one hand firmly pressing down on the base of her harness, rocking it upwards against her clit with every careful bob of your head. It’s thick enough to make your jaw ache, but fuck is it worth it to hear the pleasured pants falling from her lips.

Your stomach flutters at the slight twitching of her hips, feeling her restrain herself, fighting the urge to thrust her hips forward and fuck your face in search of her orgasm. The thought of her surrendering to that instinct makes you ache.

Relaxing yourself as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to take her an inch or so deeper than comfortable, unable to stop yourself from choking a little on the toy.

“Easy, love, don’t hurt yourself,” Kassandra quickly breathes out, stumbling on a gentle moan as you grind the base against her on your way up, removing your lips carefully.

There’s conflict in her umber eyes as you open yours, now ever so slightly watery. “You know, you can move your hips,” you mumble against the silicone. There were several pink rings adorning the its length now, perfectly smudged.

Kassandra hisses softly, her breath hitching at the words. “I want you to be comfortable—”

“I will be,” you assure her, smiling against the tip of the cock, beaming internally as the apprehension begins to melt from her expression when you give her the best doe-eyes you can muster. “Please?”

“How do I say no to that?” she mutters breathlessly.

Victorious, you draw the tip into your mouth once more, pulse quickening as her hand cups the back of your head a little firmer.

This time, your head remains still, the ball now wholly in your lover’s court. Kassandra tests the waters with a slow, shallow thrust, and you maintain the harness’ pressure against her clit with one hand as you bury the other between your thighs. There’s nothing surprising about the river of slick you find there.

The heat against your fingertips makes you whimper around the toy, and the sound seems to flip a switch in your lover’s mind. Inhibitions to the wind, Kassandra sets an undemanding tempo, sighing lowly with pleasure as she gently thrusts into your mouth. Every sound leaving her lips found its way between your legs, blossoming into a licentious tandem with you humming in return.

A slight slip of your hand seems to press the strap against her at a more agreeable angle, for she unabashedly moans at the new sensation, hips bucking with far less control. “Fuck, that’s good,” she breathes.

Keeping your hand there, you enthusiastically stare at how her chiselled abdomen rises and falls with increasingly laboured breaths. More of those gorgeously unadulterated sounds pepper themselves into her steady stream of pants. The thinnest sheen of sweat glistens against her tanned skin. As her hips seem to stutter more and more, the hand sandwiched between your thighs desperately rubs your slick heat.

“Shit,” she groans, sensual, guttural, tightening her hold on your head, thrusting a little deeper, a Greek curse slipping from her lips in response. The depth makes you drool around the silicone, and the sight is enough to send her over the edge. Kassandra whines as a hazy orgasm washes over her. Her head lolls back, showing off the kissable column of her neck, leading down to her gently heaving chest underneath the confines of her sports bra. It’s a sight you’ll never forget.

As her body recovers and you withdraw from her strap, she laughs breathlessly. “I’ve…never done that,” she admits, the faintest of bashful pinks illuminating her cheeks.

“Would you do it again?” you ask, wiping your chin and rising to your feet. Kassandra grins, coaxing you onto her lap, seemingly through with her momentary display of shyness. You take a seat atop her thighs, shuffling forward until your chests are flush against one another.

“Only if you would,” she hums, her hand closing around the wrist you just had stuffed between your heated thighs. She lifts your wet fingers to her lips, tongue darting out to clean them of your slick, sighing at your taste. “Fuck, did you look good with my dick in your mouth,” she groans pruriently. The words make you throb.

With a leg situated either side of her hips, you grind forwards, sighing as the ridges of her strap brush against your heat. Her hands greedily grab at your upper thighs, and you lean forward, hoping to ensnare her lips in a kiss.

Kassandra, however, tilts her head to the side, brushing her lips against the corner of your mouth instead. You whine in indignation – you just let her fuck your face, you deserve a little kiss – but she doesn’t yield, instead trailing kisses along the length of your jaw. “You’ve had your fun,” she murmurs, low and sultry, against your skin. “Now, it’s my turn.”

She rises from the chair, her strong grip on your thighs keeping you supported as she carries you over to the bed, lips latched onto your neck to further deny you your kiss. You’re dripping with anticipation by the time she lowers you onto the mattress, carefully resting your head on the pillows. With one final peck of her lips, she reaches to the other side of the bed, grabbing another cushion.

“Hips up,” she hums, extra smug when you obey without hesitation. She slides the pillow underneath you, keeping your hips elevated. Cheeks burning with desire, you try to guess how she’s planning on taking you.

Seemingly satisfied by how you’re spread for her, terribly turned on but oh so well behaved, she reaches for the draw of the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant: the special stimulating kind she insists on splurging for, just for your pleasure.

But that’s not all she withdraws. There’s a small toy in her hand, a well-loved bullet vibrator, something your lover considers to be a fantastic teammate in the bedroom.

Oh, I’m fucked.

Wickedly smirking, Kassandra squeezes a generous amount of lube into her hand and begins to coat the strap, agonisingly slowly. Both of you watch with parted lips as the smudged paint of your lipstick bleeds into the sticky liquid. As the excess runs onto the harness, you can’t help but nibble your lip in anticipation, pondering just how rough she intends to be with you.

Something of a laugh escapes her as she feasts her eyes on your core, undoubtedly glistening and swollen with arousal. Condescending, almost. “This wet, all from sucking strap, hmm?” she purrs, keeping your legs spread either side of her hips.

You don’t have time to shudder at her cocky attitude before she nudges the head of her cock against your clit. The chill of the lubricant makes you gasp – a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand caressing the apex of your thigh.

Slowly, with care, she guides the bulbous tip into your heat. You can feel yourself stretch around each rib of the strap; it’s so thick, if the soreness pricking at the corners of your mouth is testament to anything. Overwhelmingly thick, in the best possible way. The pillow underneath your hips welcomes the strap at a sinful angle, leaving you lightly panting before she’s fully bottomed out.

Kassandra’s eyes shamelessly roam your splayed frame, lingering on your breasts, the faint bite mark framing your nipple, the mess of your spit-slicked lips and back to where you’re spread so nicely for her.

There’s no haste to move when she’s fully hilted inside you. She towers over you on her knees, smiling at the first breathless ‘fuck’ that escapes you as you adjust to her indulgent size, the scar above her lip quirking when you involuntarily clench around her.

“Where’d all that confidence go?” she muses, shifting her hips deliberately, forcing the strap against the spot she knows far too well, knows exactly what it does to you. You choke on a moan as she gives a deep experimental thrust. Her tongue drags across her canine as she grins, “You can take me fucking your mouth, but not your pussy? Oh, honey.”

Whimpering, you reach down to where her hand rests on your hip, needing a bit of sympathy from the demon splitting you open. Wordlessly, Kassandra gives your palm a squeeze. Her fingers trace the gemstone centred on the silver band decorating your ring finger, eyes tender with adoration as it glitters in the lamplight. She searches your gaze for apprehension, for an indication of discomfort, a sign that her words are too harsh, anything.

You smile up at her through drooly lips. Nothing more needs to be said.

Neither of you have the patience to prolong the moment. She unsheathes her cock from your warmth, licking her lips at the lavender silicone streaked with your lipstick and essence. Then, with tenacity, she drives her hips forward.

Precisely, her cock bullies itself against your sweet spot, undulating inside you with a roughness you’ll feel tomorrow. Mewling, you claw at the pillow beneath your head, immediately thrown in the deep end of pleasure. She’s always merciless after you get on your knees for her, but this is different. There’s no climb to the precipice. She wants to ruin you after the stunt you pulled.

Groaning at the pressure of the strap against her still-sensitive nerves, Kassandra fucks into you with deep, steady slams of her hips. The ribbed shaft drags against you intensely, refusing to give you a break from stimulation, slick dripping from your stretched hole. As your back arches viscerally, the tip nudges against parts of your heat you forgot existed, promptly sapping any thought from your head. All you can process is her size. She’s so big, fucking you so mean, and you’re so full.

Strangled, pitchy, pathetic little sounds fly from your lips as she hooks her hands underneath your thighs for leverage. With your legs bowed, forced apart by her corded forearms, she’s able to bury her cock deep in your guts with primal intimacy. Flyaway hairs from her braid cling to her scarred bronze skin, sweaty with exertion, but it’s a workout she takes great pleasure in, especially when your eyes are half rolled back in bliss.

“That’s it, nice and deep,” she coos. She drags out the syllables, accentuating them with two particularly cruel thrusts, making you see white.

Her name escapes you in a whine. Kassandra simply chuckles, continuing to snap her hips into you, well aware that the thoroughness of her fucking will have you keening and wailing embarrassingly quickly.

The bedsheets strain beneath your fingertips as you clutch them for sanity, the pit in your stomach growing dangerously close to swallowing you whole. Losing yourself in the euphoric pounding of her dick, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

You don’t even remember the bullet resting against the side of the pillow beneath your hips. Hell, you don’t even register the loss of one of her hands as she picks it up, clicking it once, then five times in quick succession until the toy vibrates with maximum intensity, the sound of buzzing cutting through your moans and her pants.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Immediately, your eyes widen, finding a devious look on your lover’s face as she smooths her messy hair with the back of her hand, pinching the vibrator between her fingers.

She laughs darkly at your expression. “What, did you think I was going to go easy on you? After what you did to me?” Her eyes are clouded over with a nefarious fog. The golden glow of her tawny irises may as well be nectar straight from the fruit of Eden, harbouring nothing but decadent lust.

You can’t beg for her to turn it down a notch before she’s holding the toy flush against your clit. A blinding pleasure seizes you, crawling into your skin, your bones, possessing you completely. Crying out, you dig your nails into the bedding, hips stuttering under the unrelenting force of the bullet on your clit. Kassandra presses it firmer against you, rocking small circles onto your nerves as her cock grinds deeper, carnal circles inside of you.

Dumb with ecstasy, you moan something utterly incomprehensible. Some slurred, pleasure-drunk variation of her name, presumably, but as your legs tremble with your orgasm being ripped from you, you can’t muster a shred of control over yourself. You feel yourself shake, drip, toes curling and back arching, coming loudly as the cord snaps.

“Fuck, there you go, beautiful,” she groans, stilling her hips to hover over you, keeping the vibe snug against your clit. “Make a mess for me, γαμώτο,” she curses.

You’re not given a shred of compassion, zero time to recover, because she isn’t showing any indication of removing the bullet from your too-sensitive nerves. Her lips swallow your overstimulated cry heatedly, kissing you sloppily. You wail, tears swimming along your waterline as your hips try to squirm away from the onslaught, but your legs lock around her waist and your nails carve furious lines into her back.

Kassandra keeps you full of her cock, keeps that evil toy circling your stiff, throbbing clit. “Kass—” you manage to sob, drawing blood from the taut muscle of her back.

“Take it, angel,” she moans, stealing another bruising kiss.

A slew of curses is muffled against her hot mouth, not that they’d be coherent in any case. The stimulation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and if she stopped before you came again it would kill you. The primitive need to come for her, to be her good docile girl, to ensure her strap leaves you twice as wet as it entered you, overwhelms your fucked-out brain.

There’s no warning as that pressure boils over a second time. Mascara streams down your cheeks as the tears spill, your body shuddering violently against Kassandra’s hold. She kisses you gently as you sob, clicking off the vibe and tossing it to the side, murmuring praise and sweet nothings in Greek against your quivering lips.

In your rawness, you struggle to reciprocate, lips parting but unable to meld against hers. But she’s patient, as always, in these moments. A word rolls off your tongue – probably a curse, unintelligible and desperate – while waves of bliss ebb and flow through your core.

“Breathe for me, baby,” she whispers, the sexual deviant from moments ago replaced by your loving, wonderful fiancée. Her clean hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb tracing a line up, then down, beckoning for your breaths to follow her rhythm. Breathing is hard when you’re so full, but you try, for her, clutching the angry scars cutting into her bicep for needed support.

Heartbeats quickened by two different kinds of exhaustion gradually calm down, and after a few minutes, they find synchrony.

You find yourself smiling against her lips, boneless underneath her. A hand moves to brush over the raised scar tissue cutting into her nose. Delicately, you press your lips to hers, half-lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the lazy, content smile on her face.

When Kassandra pulls back, you drink in her beauty. Her strong yet soft face you’re convinced was hand-carved by a deity. Unruly curls trying to break free from the braid tickling your shoulder. Sweet, perfect lips that you’ll never tire of kissing.

Amidst your admiration of your lover, need begins to stir within you once more, intensified only by the tenderness in your core, the gentle pulsating of your walls against the toy still nestled inside of you. If you’re still yearning for her after two mind-shattering peaks, she’s undoubtedly aching.

“Can we keep going, without the vibe this time?” you whisper sweetly, twirling the end of her braid between your fingertips.

Kassandra kisses your temple, still careful not to adjust her hips. “Of course, sweetheart,” she smiles. “Should I be gentler—”

“No,” you interject with more clarity than anticipated. Her brow raises in surprise at your firmness. “You won’t come again if you’re gentle with me,” you breathe out, tracing a pattern into the muscle of her shoulder.

Her eyes darken at your words. She takes a steady breath, exhaling with a low whistle.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she murmurs, her tone husky enough to make you twitch. God, she’s deliciously easy to rile up, you think as your heart flutters.

Before you can reply, she eases herself out of your heat. You whine at the sudden emptiness, missing the stretch her strap brings within seconds, pulsing around nothing.

Kassandra pushes up onto her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her glistening abs, the messy silicone between her legs, and most tantalising of all: the dark patch of fabric on her boxers, soaked through by her arousal and your spend.

“Get on your front,” she orders, raking a hand through her hair, smirking hedonistically. “Ass up, keep the pillow where it is.”

Stammering, you roll over, positioning yourself as she demanded while hiding your excitement in the pillow by your face.

A broad hand massages the flesh of your behind as the tip of her strap teases your slick folds.

“You’re not walking tomorrow.”

#kassandra x reader #kassandra of sparta #kassandra #smut

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keyblade-loser · 3 years ago

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A Trip To Paris (Assassins Creed x Reader Smut Fanfic)

Holy Fuck, I don't post my fanfictions on here but I'm stupid and gay. This is also the smuttiest thing I've written. You're legally not allowed to judge. But expect this to be a common thing now I guess.

This is Kassandra x Eivor X Soma x Reader. Jesus christ what am I doing. This was purely inspired by the motherfuckers in the Soma Appreciated server, and kickstarted by @kassandras-one-braincell . Shout out to @saintbvcky for being the first person to read it. This is modern day fic. No trigger warnings as of yet except like... someone is looking for cameras to double check stuff. Yeah. Uh. Fucking... AUTOBOTS. ROLL OUT.

MINORS DNI, 18+. I WILL EAT YOUR LIVER IF YOU READ THIS AS A MINOR

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Here's the thing: most people don't plan a sexscapade with their friends. Not saying that it wasn't a good idea, it was just... something you never could have expected. So when your darling more-than-friends with benefits, Kassandra, gave you a little pamphlet for a 'luxury cottage getaway' for a retired pornstar house up in the woods, explaining that her two very attractive friends, Eivor and Soma, had already agreed, how could you have said anything other than 'yes'.

Which is how you ended up here, kneeling on the huge bed in a sheer, expensive lingerie piece that Soma had brought. (You had wondered why Kass had asked your size... damn rich people) The three of them were moving a bit around the room, Eivor making sure aftercare was ready and set up, having already stocked the kitchen with food and now making sure soft towels were stacked neatly. She was wearing a muscle tank and a loose pair of sweatpants, showing off the tattoos that ran delicately over her muscles, but the thing that made you salivate was the black band of the harness peeking out over the band.

Kassandra, on the other hand, was pretty much just wearing a robe tied loosely around her, making sure the blinds were tightly closed and that there were no hidden cameras in the room. When asked why, all she did was shrug and go 'this is an old porn place, who knows what they kept'. Despite the... worrying concern over it, it made you feel better knowing that she was making sure nothing got out.

Soma could be heard in the bathroom, freshening up as all of you had earlier. She had already got everything you might have needed set up on the side tables neatly, and when this whole procedure started, she had kissed your cheek and instructed you to not lift a finger to help, that they had everything under control. Three tops, one bottom. Kass had been making jokes the entire ride here about it, even though she claimed she was 'a proud switch'. Something told you she was hoping to get her brains fucked out just as much as yours was going to be.

The Greek woman moved back from the window, coming to sit on the bed. Her hand, large palm and even longer fingers, rested on your knee, causing you to look at her. "Like I said before, you can back out of this at any time, babe, it's a nice place with nice views, we can easily make this a normal vacation."

“And lose my one chance at having three butch lesbians at once? No way." You grinned. This wasn't the first time she had brought this up, nor was she the only one. But you were too excited, ambitious for the next three days.

Then she mumbled something, leaning to press a kiss to your head as you gave her a confused look. "Huh?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it, Αγάπη." Before you could press her for more information, her hand gripped your side, pulling you into her lap with ease. "Let's get warmed up, hm?" And her lips were pressed to your jaw, tracing the line of it with a soft, practiced determination.

Eagerly, you tilted your head up, only to meet the startling blue gaze of Eivor, the blonde woman looking down at you with a quiet intensity. Your lips curled into a grin, and you raised up your arm to touch her cheek. The Norse woman bent down, gladly leaning her cheek into your palm, and pressed her lips to yours. It was an awkward position, just a little bit, basically having an upside down makeout session with the woman, but that little thought was blasted away when she gently bit your lip, just before Kassandra latched onto a patch of skin under your ear, teeth rolling the skin carefully.

"This is why I don't like to take showers last. Things start without me." And you let out a happy little noise at hearing Soma's voice. Eivor pulled away, saying some kind of joke in Norwegian, earning a tiny eye roll from Soma, before dipping down to bite onto your shoulder. And if her increased ferocity with it was any signal, she was incredibly pleased with the moan that slipped from your lips.

"Soma..." You sighed, holding out the hand that had been resting on Eivor's head. "Kiss?" And that was all you needed to ask, before she came over, deciding to just discard her towel entirely and plant a sweet kiss on your lips. It was short but heated, leaving both of your lips bruised.

"Mm... Eivor, you have your strap on, right?" Kassandra asked, running her hands up your sides before resting on your chest, thumbs grazing over your barely clothed nipples.

"Yeah...?" She stops, much to your despair as now no lips were on you, and looks at Kassandra.

"Let her sit on your lap."

And your position was changed. Eivor was now the one holding you in her lap, hands hooked on the back of your thighs as you rested down on the hardness that sat underneath her sweatpants. As you had been moved over, which you weren't complaining about, being moved around by such strong women was fun, Soma had pinned Kassandra to the bed, fingers slipping under her robe to graze against the Greek woman's cunt, and had left you to Eivor's whims.

Eivor barely left you a minute to settle on her lap before she grinded up into you, pressing into the seam of your lingerie, which sat so perfectly where you needed it to be. A moan slipped from your lips, and you pressed closer to her, arms slung around her shoulders in a lazy loop.

At first, you didn't do much, content with the Norse woman's hands keeping you steady while she grinded into you, and content with the opened mouth kiss you were providing, but there was a moment when you slipped, and the angle gave you a jolt, whine filling the room to join Kassandra's kiss-muffled sighs. Then you rocked your own hips, finding that angle again and curling your fingers into the shirt Eivor was wearing.

Your nails grazed the back of her neck, causing her to stifle out a groan. It's then that you realized that she was holding back, just a little bit, and simply, that wouldn't do.

"Eivor..." You sigh out, pacing your hips slowly. "You're so quiet... I didn't expect you to be so shy." Your fingers grazed her face gently, and your words make her eyes snap open to look at you.

"I'm not... shy." She said. "I'm just... concentrating. On making you feel good."

"No need to concentrate." You whispered "I wanna hear you... you sound so nice." Her hips bucked up, rougher than earlier, causing you to let out a strangled cry as it pressed right where you needed it to. It's then that something snapped in Eivor's gaze, and she moved, picking you up and pressing you into the bed next to Kassandra, who still had Soma's lips molded to hers, and legs spread for her.

Eivor held your legs open, hips snapping to yours for a brief moment to make you cry out again, and her fingers move to start stripping the bodysuit off of you, pressing burning kisses and sharp bites to your throat. Something about it reminded you of a wolf, biting deliciously at her prey's throat to go in for the kill, and it was exciting.

Your own hands were scrambling, pulling off her shirt and throwing it off the bed to feel her back under your palms, the muscles flexing as she finally pulled the thin garment off of your body.

Next to you, Soma chuckled. "The wolf has awoken, it seems."

And as Eivor dipped down between your legs, leaving a trail of marks on your skin as she descended, Soma grabbed you by the chin and kissed you, just as Kassandra reached the first peak of many that first night.

#kassandra x reader #eivor x reader #soma x reader #kassandra x eivor x soma x reader #assassins creed odyssey #assassins creed valhalla #my writings #this is pure filth #this is also my first time writing smut #forgive me freyja for i have- oh wait you're a goddess of the filthy times this is fine #chapter one of i dont fucking know #what am i doing with my life

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