#Kassandra x reader smut

[imaginedreamwrite]

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.” 

[greenaway-torres]

To hear them say how beautiful I am laid out in front of them. How pretty my pussy is when it’s dripping wet. Then they’ll take their time, breaking me and making me whine under their touch. Make me so weak and near helpless. When I try to run away, they’ll just pull me even closer to them.

“Where you going, girl? I just want to make you prettier. Imagine how good you’ll look when I ruin you.”

[thehoneybeestings]

──˚₊•Masterlist•‧₊˚──

Hello! I'm so glad you're here! To make navigation as easy as possible, all of my works will listed first by universe, second by character, third by fic type, and then labeled for content. Before you get to browsing, here are some disclaimers!

What I do write: 

Fluff (F)

Smut (S)

Hurt/Comfort (H/C)

One Shots

Headcanons

Drabbles

What I do not write:

non-c0n

x male reader 

hard kinks (or any kink I am not comfortable writing; this is up to my direction.)

angst with no happy ending! I'm not strong enough!

You may also notice that my character lists are a little short! This is simply because as of right now, I only plan on writing for the listed characters; if you'd still like to see me write for a character that you don't see listed, though, please don't hesitate to send in a request! 

Happy Browsing! 

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

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Sevika

Headcanons

୨ৎ (F) Sevika w/ a Partner who has PMDD

Drabbles

୨ৎ (S) More, More, More

Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Violet 

One Shots

୨ৎ (S) Sugar Plum

Synopsis: After years of competing for the title of Star Senior at Piltover Springs Dance School, the hatred that Violet Lanes and Y/n Y/l/n have garnered for each other is rendered a waste when in a turn of events, they are both awarded the distinction. When this forces them to confront what feelings they have for each other outside of unbridled loathing, they find that the line between hatred and lust is much finer than they thought...

Headcanons

୨ৎ (F) Enemies to Lovers with Dancer!Vi x Dancer!Reader

୨ৎ (F) Vi Sleep Headcanons

──˚₊•The Last Of Us II•‧₊˚──

Ellie Williams

Coming soon...

Abby Anderson

Coming soon...

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Kassandra

Coming soon…

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[pixievi]

Gonna do a new taglist!! If you'd like to be tagged in my future posts, please interact with this one and I'll have you down ♡

[insertlatestfictionalcrushhere]

Look, I'm not telling you what to do but...

Tip: If you have trouble taking medicines, particularly liquid (though I can see how this would work with pills), imagine that your *Fictional Crush* is making you take the medicine...

Example:

Y/n: I really don't wanna take this...

Crush/Name: You need to, it'll make you feel better. C'mon.

Y/n: But it tastes nasty :(

C/N: *shrugs* I think you've swallowed worse.

Y/n: *squints eyes at them*....Yea but I like swallowing that...

C/N: *smiles suggestively* Then....imagine you're drinking that

Y/n: *pauses momentarily before drinking the medicine in one gulp, maintaining eye contact the entire time*

I hope this gets the idea across. It's been tested by me with Miguel O'Hara and it worked like a fuckin charm.

Bon Apetitties ;) <3

[sunflowersandforgetmenots]

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.

[elliesflower]

below the cut are just a few of my favorite fics from my fav writers on here; i'll update it as i can, tbh i'm a little lazy lolz. if u wanna see all my recs you can check out this tag.

anyways, please show them ur love and support! ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

(✿ = fluff, ☆ = angst, ♡ = smut)

[ellie williams x reader]

✿ homegirl - @ thelastoflesbians

♡ ✿ helpless - @ thelastoflesbians

♡ please - @ thelastoflesbians

♡ influencer!ellie - @ ervans

☆ ♡ labyrinth - @ ervans

♡ officer 1 2 - @ beanlot

♡ 03 - @ beanlot

☆ I don't want to lose you. - @ gothictemple

✿ ♡ dress - @ sp4cepunisher

[abby anderson x reader]

♡ Hard Consequences - @ abbysfrenchbraid

☆ ♡ abby love theme - @ ohcaptains

✿ ♡ abby love spell - @ ohcaptains

♡ pretty little crybaby - @ kassandras-one-braincell

♡ withdrawal symptoms @ kassandras-one-braincell

☆ ✿ ♡ daring (ao3) - @ abbysfrenchbraid

[sevika x reader]

♡ Leaving the party early - @ abbysfrenchbraid

♡ mistress - @ beanlot

♡ submit (ao3)- @ abitohoney

[semperintrepida]

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...]

[mimbotomy]

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!

[imaginedreamwrite]

Lover(s)

Part 2: Introductions

It was the glow from the delicate hanging lights that stole your attention. With the setting sun casting the streets of this Greek town in a soft and romantic kind of glow, it was as if you were transported to another world entirely. It felt like paradise, so unlike anything you had ever seen before.

From the old wooden gates that lined the side street you were on, to the white stone that encompassed the village so synonymous with Greece, it was breathtaking. Dessa had informed you earlier that Calliope would already be there, and the two of you could enjoy the walk. It was inescapable, the draw that Greece had on you and Dessa, the two of you drawn to the beauty and the ancientness of the country.

For Dessa it was obviously her love of literature, ancient and modern, that had led her to Calliope. And for you it was the beauty that you could capture on camera, a once in a lifetime opportunity. You were positive that you could fill several memory cards in the months you were here between the tours you wanted to go on, and the lead-up to the wedding.

“It’s up here.” Dessa’s hand reached for your own, drawing your gaze from the stone pathway beneath your feet back to her.

As you looked at her, taking in the image of her in a soft linen dress that Calliope had given her for her birthday last year, to the braid that draped over her shoulder. The beauty of the town you were in was encapsulating, so much so that you’d lost your focus and almost walked past the private entrance.

The same delicate hanging lights that you had seen above some of the buildings lining the street had been continued here. Unlike the other lights, the ones that had hung above the outdoor patio here had resembled the soft blinking of the stars in the night sky. Though you had wanted to speculate that they were hung in the area to copy some of the constellations, you couldn’t say either way or another.

“So this place is usually booked out for weeks or months at a time” Dessa reached for the brass handle of the gate entrance. Her hand wrapped around the smooth yet wide metal, her manicured fingernails touching the smooth underside as she tugged, “but Calliope knows the owner.”

Your sister hadn’t given you anymore to go on other than the indication that you’d be going to a place that was highly reputable. And the chance to ask was swiftly erased the moment the two of you had stepped through the gate. On the other side of the private entrance were tables that were set up on the patio with natural and thick ivy vines crawling up the wooden support beams for the airy roof.

At the end of the patio, or beginning depending on which entrance you used, was a bar that was set up to the left. There was a long row of rich and expensive liquors and spirits, and on the other side was a wall appointed specifically for wine. Some of the labels of alcohol were recognizable although there was more that had been foreign to you than not.

“We’re gonna be out here tonight, why don't you go choose wine?” Dessa let go of your hand and stepped away, rightfully going to greet Calliope who was speaking to someone near the bar. “Choose whatever you want.”

“Dessa, you cant be serious? I just go choose a wine?” Your hesitation and surprise was natural, and you’d been puzzled by her insistence that you just choose. She spoke so freely about it, as if she was implying that this place had cheap wine that you could get for less than an Uber ride.

“The owner insists, trust me.” Dessa spoke over her shoulder, already halfway toward Calliope and the stranger, someone who was standing behind the bar.

You stared, eyes narrowed slightly until the man talking to Calliope had very obtusely leaned back to cast his gaze upon you. Warm brown eyes that could have appeared gold in the right light, were fixated upon you with a glint of amusement.

You had frozen in place when you'd realized you'd been caught staring, even if your view was obstructed. You at once turned on your heel and began walking away, heading to the wall of wine.

Your attention was glued to the various bottles and ages, all of which had ranged from extra dry to sweet, white and red. Your fingertips were stretched out, the pads on your fingers brushing against various bottles and labels as if you had any idea what you were doing.

In reality you didn’t know much about the art of wine or the different notes that were poignant to wine testers. You knew you enjoyed the taste of certain wines more than other, usually the dryer wine was less of a favoured choice than the sweet. And as for colour, you preferred red over wine.

Though you were initially alone at the wall of wine bottles, it wasn’t long before you were joined by someone. You had first felt their presence by your side and the soft yet sweet scent of perfume. As you had turned your head to greet the person next to you, there was a subtle spark of electricity that had renumerated in your fingers when her hand brushed against your own.

“You look like you would prefer something with a little softer taste.” The woman’s voice was softer than you had anticipated as she spoke to you, and you’d quickly removed your hand from the bottle when she touched you. “You like sweet wine or dry?”

The woman next to you was beautiful, captivating like the man at the bar, and although her features her fairer and softer it was becoming clearer that they must be related. Her hair, like the person at the bar’s was thick with a slight curl and had equally been pulled out of her face. It was arranged in a braid that was draped over her shoulder, the ends of the braid held together with a binding of softened and tanned leather.

Her eyes, like his, were brown and warm with the appearance of gold in the right light, and like before you had been caught staring.

You averted your gaze and focused back on the wine in front of you. With bottles spanning the wooden shelves arranged and built into the stone wall behind it, it was impressive to say the least. There was a varying and extensive array of wine from all over the world that had been imported, however it seemed as if the wine made in and around Greece was favored.

“Sweet wine,” you finally answered her after a few stilled moments, and with your reply had come the soft brush of her hand against yours. She had lifted your hand to the neck of the dark glass bottle and then let go when your fingers wrapped around the girth.

“You’re Dessa’s sister? I’m Kassandra, I own this place and have shares in a winery an hour away.” Kassandra, the name had echoed in your mind over and over as you removed the bottle from the shelf. “That wine should suite your tastes well.”

“You can tell just by looking at me?” You held the bottle to your side, mentally pushing yourself to keep a tight hold on it and not drop it to the stone floor. “Or is that your instincts?”

“Wine is my business, πέταλο.” Kassandra’s lips had quirked into a playful and toying half-smile, and then her attention had shifted from you back toward the bar. “My brother Alexios.”

Calliope had departed from the bar and had gone to sit at a table near the center of the outdoor patio, taking a place next to Dessa. The two of them were whispering lovingly to each other as they sat on end side of a rectangular table. While they had occupied one side, it was clear that you and the other two would take the other side.

“Alexios.” You repeated the name and looked him over, getting a clearer image of him now that Calliope had moved. He was over 6’0” like you expected and initially thought, and with Kassandra pushing 6’0”, the brother and sister were equally enthralling.

“Speaking about me again, Kassandra?” The voice booming from the bar was naturally deep and thick, a hint of a Greek accent that was neither overpowering nor weak.

And as he had called out to his sister, he had thrown a hand towel over his shoulder and stepped out from behind the bar. You watched him with as much interest as you watched Kassandra, albeit momentarily, as he left the bar and walked toward you both.

“I was making introductions Alexios.” Kassandra’s hand had moved toward you in a soft waving motion, directing his attention toward you and you alone. “And helping choose a perfect wine for the πέταλο.”

“πέταλο? Giving nicknames already, sister?” Alexios stopped short in front of you and cocked his head to the side, his warm brown eyes heating your body with every moment he looked at you. Though he was just taking in the look of you, more to size you up than anything, you had felt the intensity of his eyes.

“Y/N,” you stated your name, blurting out an introduction of your own regardless of the fact that they likely knew you from Calliope. “Dessa is my sister, and Calliope is my future sister in law.”

Another beat of silence had fallen between the three of you, and your gaze wandered to where Calliope and Dessa were sitting. With minimal space between them, they were in their own little world of intimacy and adoration for each other.

Dessa’s hand was brushing hair behind Calliope’s ear, and Calliope was running her hand down Dessa’s bare shoulder. Even from afar you could see the glint of their rings under the twinkle of the fairy lights and the dimming sunset. It was apparent, as it always had been, that were deeply in love with each other, holding the other in the highest regards and passions.

“You are the little πέταλο we are going to be showing around for the next 6 months.” Alexios’ voice stirred your attention, and you cast your gaze upon him again, eyes flitting to his crossed arms over your chest giving you the briefest glance at the tattoos on his chest.

“You two-” The silence was telling, and the bottle of wine in your hand felt like it was growing with the weight of the realization that you’d be spending the next 6 months, off and on, with two tour guides that were as equally beautiful as the other.

“This will be fun, πέταλο. But first, let’s open the wine.” Kassandra chimed with an air of flirtatiousness to her voice, gentle nudging you toward the table.

[greenaway-torres]

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.”

[pixievi]

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

[6rookie-writer0110]

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

[xthescarletbitch]

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.”

[kassandras-one-braincell]

AC Ladies and Lingerie

Lingerie is pretty. It’s fun. Funky fresh super cool. To appreciate or to wear, it is loved by all us sapphics. So what kinds of lingerie are the ladies especially fond of?

Minors, men and ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked upon interaction.

Is this a coherent type-up of exceptionally incoherent 2am sleep-deprivation-fuelled bullet points? Of course, that’s my designated thinking hour.

In short, you will never end the night in said lingerie. But you didn’t click on the cut for that.

Kassandra is impatient. She wants as few inhibitors in the way of her mouth and hands on your body as possible, so if the lingerie has one too many straps, she'd have difficulties resisting ripping it off. But she also likes a challenge, so her lover wearing something transparent - maybe a thin mesh bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, maybe some embroidery - will render her positively ravenous. It’s a teasing sight, so it’s only fair she gets to lave her tongue over your nipple through the mesh to watch you twitch, right? Oh, and stockings. Stockings that ever so slightly squeeze on the upper thigh, digging into the plush flesh just so giving her something to sink her teeth into. Anything that allows her to worship her lover through the fabric, so she gets to marvel in the sight of you all scantily clad in something pretty while she has her fun.

Eivor likes the way things feel under her fingertips. So she'd definitely be more partial to silk/satin or lace, purely for that kinaesthesia. If there's a metal ringlet or buckle thrown in there, even more for her to toy with while ghosting her lips over her lover's neck. Of all the ladies, she'd be the most favourable towards cutesy lingerie, with bows and polka dots and pretty pastels - all the more textures for her to indulge in, and those innocent-appearing decals poetically juxtapose the devilish things she’s about to do to you. Seraphic colours are fitting for her corruptible angel, after all. And there's something indescribably hot to her about the way satin darkens as it gets wet, letting her see the exact path of her mouth over your body, and more tantalisingly, the aftermath of your anticipation between your legs.

Soma has a taste for elegance. Delicate fabrics, intricate lacings of ribbons, embroidery, perhaps some carefully crafted body jewellery that feels wonderfully cool under her fingertips against your pyretic skin. Anything that looks like it would unravel under so much as her breath against your skin, willing her to treat you softly, even if she intends to take you savagely. Shibari lingerie constructed from the softest ropes would test her sanity, especially if she was the one to tie them around you. She wants you to feel like a luxury that nobody else in the world could afford, because you deserve nothing but the finest. And you spent precious time getting all dolled up for her; there's no haste in peeling the garments from your frame. How could there be? It has to be comfortable enough to lay in while she takes her time drawing whimpers from you as she delves into the sweetness of your flesh.

[keyblade-loser]

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.