#alexios x reader

[gaycragula]

I'm totally not obsessed with Alexios.

Throat fucking the Mighty Mithios whilst you wear your spartan fit? Total win.

When I talk about the "spartan" fit. I mean, like the helmets they used to wear with the thingy on top and whatnot. (Does that even make sense, reader is supposed to be a Gladiator)

The Amour Stays On

Pairing: Alexios x Gladiator Male Reader Warning(s): NSFW/18+ Content under the cut

Warning(s): Throat fucking, deep throating, blowjob, armor (armour???) kink? fetish? one of the two, not beta read (i never beta read) Word Count: 1156 Account Navigation AO3 Link extra: i am running out of titles sos hwo do people do this. also really sorry its so short :(

Another victory under your belt and some more free time with your lover, Alexios. The arena is empty. Well, almost empty.

The silence is interrupted with the wet sounds of lips locking together, teeth and tongue clashing. Which honestly surprises you. Normally Alexios likes to take his time when getting any kind of intimate with you.

When you finally separate, you stop him from closing in for another. “What’s wrong, Alexios?” You ask, voice just a little raspy from your earlier exertion. Hells, you were still in your armor, helmet included. 

“Nothing,” he lies, refusing to admit the actual truth.

“You’re lying,” you challenge, grabbing his hips and pinning him against the wall you’re both next to. You lean a little closer to him, the cold metal of your helmet scraping over his cheek and causing him to shiver. You think nothing of it at first. “What is wrong?”

His hands grab at your forearms and you can feel the heat coming from his body. He purposely knocks his cheek against your helmet again and that’s when it clicks. “You like the armor.”

“No,” he denies immediately, almost sounding offended that you’d even suggest it.

You click your tongue and his eyes lock onto yours. “Maybe a little,” he finally says, glancing away from you again. You’ll take it.

And you’ll run with it.

“How much,” you push, allowing your fingers to dip into the small gap between Alexios’ belt and his tunic. You swear you can hear him scoff before he speaks.

“Not that much,” he says. Stubborn thing, he was.

“Show me?” You suggest with a smile, tugging him a little closer by the belt. He feels the cold of your armor through his tunic and he cannot stop the way his breath hitches. “Please?”

You hear him curse you under his breath. You knew he was a sucker for you when you pleaded like that. “Fine.”

Alexios’ lips press against the cheek of your helmet and his hands grab your vambraces. His thumbs rub against the soft leather straps that bind the metal together. You can feel your helmet shift as Alexios trails kisses across the metal before he dips to your neck. 

You say nothing for now. You’re letting him take what he needs. Perhaps he’ll be willing to talk when he’s done. He tilts your head to the side and you allow him to, closing your eyes with a soft sigh as he kisses down your neck.

Alexios’ hands travel up your arms to rest on your shoulders for a moment before trailing down the front of your breastplate. His lips follow shortly after and you pull your hands from his belt so he can lower to his knees in front of you. He refuses to look at you. 

His hands slide down and stop on the bare skin just above your boots. You look down at him and watch as he leans in and nuzzles against your crotch. Hands slide up your thighs a couple times before Alexios cuts the cloth of your skirt open to get to your loincloth. 

He tugs it down just enough to pull your cock out and wrap his hand around it. The pumps your cock a few times before leaning forward again to nuzzle against the sensitive flesh. His beard scratches you a bit before he takes your tip into his mouth. 

You groan, fighting the urge to push your hips further, force Alexios to take more. You remind yourself this was for him, not you. He was in control. 

His tongue wraps around your cock and he slowly takes more and more into his mouth as he bobs his head. “If you would’ve just said something, we could’ve done this sooner,” you say, dragging your hand through Alexios’ hair. 

He just groans around you, the vibrations rumbling around your cock and drawing a moan from you. He sucks you off wonderfully. His tongue moves over your cock in the ways he knows you like. The wet sounds of him sucking you off fills the quiet air around the two of you.

His mouth is so warm, so soft, around your cock. You can’t help it anymore. Your hips jerk forward and it inherently forces Alexios to take your cock further into his mouth. You feel him gag as you hit the back of his throat.

Alexios stops and finally looks up at you. For a moment, you believe he’s going to pull off of you, leave you hard and aching and not get you off. 

Instead, you feel his jaw slacken around you. You take the hint, pushing your hips forward again once. He moans around you even as he gags. You brace one hand on the wall behind the two of you, the other finding purchase in Alexios’ hair as you begin pumping your cock in and out of his mouth.

He lets you fuck his mouth, swallowing around you as best he can. Each time your cock hits the back of his throat, you’re rewarded with him gagging around you, his throat clenching and his tongue curling around the underside of your cock. It’s addicting.

You push deeper into his mouth, further down his throat. He rewards you with a choked moan. It sounds heavenly. “We really should do this more often, don’t you think, misthios?” You ask. 

Alexios responds in kind. He lets his teeth scrape against your cock and it makes your hips stutter. “Alright, alright, I won’t call you that again.”

You feel Alexios hum around you, hopefully in appreciation, and you continue to fuck into his mouth, chasing that wonderful high you can feel coming. Over the wet sound of Alexios’ mouth, you hear another sound.

A quick glance down confirms it. Alexios is jerking himself off. To you fucking his mouth in a full suit of armor, tears streaming down his face. Gods, if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world. The sight sends liquid fire through you. “Your throat?” You ask, voice beginning to shake as your orgasm approaches. Alexios nods around you.

One, two, three more thrusts and you’re pulling Alexios all the way down your cock, burying his nose in the hair on your pelvis, and painting his throat with your spend. Alexios, in turn, moans around you, his own body tensing as he presumably dirties his hand with his cum. 

You hold Alexios on your slowly softening cock until you’re positive Alexios has swallowed everything. He pulls away gasping for breath, saliva and tears painting his beautiful face. 

After helping him cleanup and him helping you redress, you share another kiss. “How much do you like the armor?” You ask again, just to see if he’ll finally admit it now.

He grumbles at first but another kiss from you seems to break the little resolve he had. “A lot,” he mutters against your lips before closing the gap for another kiss.

[demigoddessqueens]

i love you, what did you say?

A/N - naturally, this is based off the original CR ask HERE

Bayek

Oh….do you care for him that way? If you do, don’t wander far from him

Altair

If you said something like this, he’ll do the “play it cool” routine but is a whole Mess™️ on the inside

Aya

If these are the times that she’s separated from Bayek, she finds comfort in this from you

Edward

It’s a sweet trait from you and said rugged pirate thinks it’s an endearingly cute dude to you

Jacob

A menace of a man 😆who makes a big spectacle out of it, telling the Rooks “oh they love me 😌”

Yusuf

Oh so you just say such a phrase so casually, even if he feels serious about you?

Evie

Got caught off guard and responds back casually too but she’s wondering if maybe there could be more

Ezio

A relentless flirt who teases you about it, going on saying “there may be a line, amore, but you’re always first for me”

Connor

Such a shy reaction because it comes across as something so genuine to him

Aveline

Knows what you meant by it and she calls you cherie back too, but yeah, she may want something more than friendship

Alexios

404.exe mercenary has stopped working and is left pondering over this for a good while

Arno

ok be nice to him 😅 he’s suffered enough

But if you offhandedly said it, there’s a part of him that deeply, truly wants you both to be together

Desmond

He probably teases you a bit about it but thinks it’s cute someone cares about him some way

Eivor

Deep look into your eyes, asks if you really mean that

Kassandra

She has not felt such a way since Daphanae, or maybe Eivor, in her many lifetimes so you saying such a phrase gives her a sliver of hope

[rea-grimm]

Harpy Alexios

You waited outside for Alexios and Kassandra. He wanted to introduce her to you today. He talked about her all the time, and besides, she was the only family he had left. You only knew Kassandra from photos and his stories.

You wondered if she would be similar in personality to Alexios or completely different. You haven't made a picture of her yet.

You were so lost in thought when something grabbed your hands from the air and lifted you into the air. You went out in shock and tried to get back to the ground.

However, when you were so high that you could see the roofs of the houses, you stopped trying to reach them and instead grabbed whatever carried you.

You wondered to him what was bothering you in the first place. To your surprise, it was a woman with a brown braid, eagle wings and talons holding you.

“Kassandra?” you asked surprisingly since it was an exact copy of the photo Alexios was showing you. She just smiled at you before rocking you and letting you go.

You free-fall to the ground. You screamed for your life. Just above the first roof, however, Kassandra caught you and carried you up again.

"Put me down!" you screamed as she let go of you again. You only saw her laugh before she let go of you again.

You had no idea how long she had been playing with you like this because, after the third time she let you go, you started to feel so sick that you didn't know how long you could last.

"Kassandra!" you heard a familiar voice that gave you hope.

Kassandra let go of you again and you saw Alexios flying towards you. Truth be told, it didn't even seem weird at that point. You were just glad to see him and hoped he would save you.

When Alexios was close to you, Kassandra grabbed you and flew right in front of his nose. He was chasing his sister and calling her something in Greek. You only understood a maláka.

This had been happening for a while and you had the impression that Kassandra was playing catch with her brother. Whenever he was close to you, she suddenly changed direction.

"Kassandra, put her down!" he yelled at her and it looked like he was finally going to catch up with you.

“As you wish,” she shrugged before letting you go. You had no idea how long you had been freefalling to the ground. But this time, Kassandra didn't fly to you. Surely you were headed for the ground and there was a risk of impact.

You still saw Kassandra hovering in one place when someone saved you from falling. He caught you at a fast speed that almost took your breath away.

It wasn't until you recovered that it was Alexios. You breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him. You felt him lightly caress your back with one hand. Once he reduced his speed enough, he landed on the ground with you.

“You're safe now,” he said, lowering you carefully to the ground. It was such a strange feeling after so many falls that your legs immediately gave way. That's why he preferred to hold you.

“I hate your sister,” you mumbled as you absorbed a bit of the shock. Alexios chuckled at that. Right now, he'd rather kill her himself.

“I'm glad you saved me,” you thanked him as his sister landed next to you.

"She's not bad for a human. She's fun to be with,” she said and moved closer to you. Or at least she thought so, as Alexios covered you with his wing.

“We'd better go home,” Alexios finally said and before you could protest, he took you into his arms.

“Thank you,” you said, kissing his cheek. Alexios stopped and looked at you before a faint smile appeared on his face and he kissed your forehead.

“Anytime,” he replied before kissing your lips once more.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

[imaginedreamwrite]

Lover(s)

Part 1: Καλώς ήρθατε στον Παράδεισο (Welcome To Paradise)

A sea of crystal waters that stretched from the bleached white villa set upon the hills was the picturesque view that captivated you and took your breath away. The invitation to spend the better part of 6 months in Greece on your cousin’s dime was well worth it, and you jumped at the opportunity.

The event that brought you to Greece in the first place was her wedding to her fiancé, a woman whose wealthy Greek family was going to put you up for 6 months. There would be 6 months of inescapable views of the ancient cities, and as many tours as you could possibly want before the big day.

Calliope, your sister’s fiancé, had offered to arrange some people to take care of you while you were here. She didn’t necessarily explain who would be your unofficial yet official guide for the next 6 months, only that you would be in very good hands. And with the promise of two people, who Calliope assured you would take very good care of you, you’d agreed.

There was little resistance to the idea, and even less to the graciousness of your sister’s fiancé's family. The large Greek family had maintained that you and your sister Dessa, were part of their family now—technically extended but they considered you blood relatives.

It was a nice change from you and your sister’s own experiences with family falling short which had mostly revolved around Dessa’s sexuality. Neither of your parents approved and they made her, and by extension you, choose who you would support. The ultimate choice you made had made you distanced from your parents while drawing you closer to Dessa.

You were only 16 when they made you choose whether to shun Dessa, who was 20 at the time, like your parents wanted. Your choice was instant and natural as you cleaved to your sister instead of your parents, and the aftermath of that choice was for them to kick you out.

And disinherit Dessa and yourself from whatever family you had.

After you chose, the wrong choice by your parent’s words, you had moved in with Dessa to her small two-bedroom apartment and helped pay rent. You hadn’t looked back, you didn’t try and reconnect with your parents, and you'd never regretted it. You and Dessa were sisters, your bond as sister’s was unbreakable and you would always support her when she needed it.

Exactly three years after being kicked out of your parents' house you had went to college, taking several photography courses. You had always loved the art of photography and the ability to embrace beauty through captured images. Your courses were something you'd found yourself reveling in, and there was such a passion for it.

As for Dessa, she had focused on a degree in historical literature, which in itself had given her an opportunity to go to Greece. There she would study some of the oldest texts in the known world at the National Archaeological Museum in Athens.

It was during that trip that she had met Calliope and fell head over heels for the beautiful Greek woman who was, ironically, studying the same materials. Dessa had talked nonstop about this woman that stole her breath and heart in just one word, and it was not soon after that they had begun dating.

Now Dessa was 26 years old, graduated with a degree in historical literature, and busy planning her wedding in 6 months. Calliope and Dessa were the most beautiful and perfect couple you had ever known, both of them kindred spirits who found each other’s soul flame in the other.

The Aetos family had welcomed not just Dessa into their family as if she were always meant to be there, and they had supported Calliope and Dessa’s relationship like your family should have.

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“Απολαμβάνεις τη θέα, αδελφή?” The question that stirred your attention from the beautiful waters of the sea had directed your attention behind you. Calliope was standing at the edge of the guestroom you had been given, carrying a woven basket of fresh baked bread, fruits, nuts, and honey. (Enjoying the view, sister?)

While you had not understood Greek, you understood the sentiment and fondness in her voice. Calliope was like a sister to you, caring about you just as much as your blood sister had, and you were excited to welcome her to your family—your family being you and Dessa.

“A gift from my mother to welcome you to our home,” Calliope had stepped forward and set the basket of food, more than you could’ve imagined, on the small circular table near the balcony.

After she had set it down, she had walked toward you and rest a hand on your left shoulder, squeezing lightly before she leaned in and sighed. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? Such old waters yet they never get any less captivating.”

“It’s like I'm in another world.” You admitted without hesitation, knowing that Calliope was right about the beauty of the Greece and ever surrounding island that you'd hoped to visit. “Your family is...thank you for allowing me to stay here for the next 6 months.”

Calliope had turned her head to look you over, studying you with a familial intrigue. Her brown eyes were warm, deep, and rich with a kind of softness that alluded to who she was as a person. Calliope lived and breathed for her family, for Dessa and for you as your future sister-in-law, and her beauty was more than just outward.

“You are my sister, our family. You are more than welcome to be here.” She placed her other hand on your shoulders and squeezed tenderly, leaning in to give you a side hug that was reciprocated. It had only lasted a moment or two before she pulled away and reached out to brush some of your hair off your forehead and out of your eyes.

“Dessa and I are going to dinner with friends tomorrow, I would like you to come with us. I even have a dress you can wear.” Calliope had stepped away from you and moved back toward your bed, stopping to sit on the edge. You watched her as she had bent down to pick up an embossed paper bag from the floor, setting it down on the mattress.

“These friends, are they the people you arranged to take care of me while I'm here?” You questioned Calliope as you closed the double French doors that led to the balcony, cutting off your view of the sea. However, even with the doors shut you were blissfully able to hear the waves and smell the salt of the water—both of which you were becoming endeared to.

“Maybe,” Calliope shrugged and passed her braid from off her shoulder to her back, that single motion coming before she reached into the bag and pulled out the dress, she had for you. “I think it would be a good opportunity to get to know them. They're brother and sister you know, and incredibly good friends of my family.”

“Brother and sister?” You shuffled toward the bed, grasping the dress as she held it out to you and began to unfold it, holding it up in front of you.

It was soft with a colour that was reminiscent of a bluebell with the same tapering of the lighter shade of blue near the petals of the flower to the darker shade near the pistil. The straps of the dress were thin and tapered off at the nape of your neck with a v-neckline that would give you coverage while keeping you cool in the Greek heat. The dress fell to your middle of your thighs with an airiness that perfectly fit the climate.

“You’ll come with us, yes?” Calliope had gently tugged on the dress, lowering it to the bed once more. As it had been removed from your hands, she had looked at you with eager determination and hopefulness as she was on the same kind of mission your sister was—to make your 6 months in Greece absolutely incredible.

“Okay.” Your answer was short and simple, as single word that was given as a response to Calliope’s question. And despite how simple it was and how quickly it had been given, it had still brought a warm and bright smile to your future sister in laws face. She had risen from the bed and came toward you with that bright smile on her face, her brown eyes alight with something you couldn’t read. “What?”

Calliope cupped your cheeks in her hands and leaned forward, her eyes boring into your own as her smile grew. There was a moment of silence as you looked at each other waiting for something to be said and then she finally leaned in and kissed your cheek in a sisterly manner.

“You’re going to have the best time here.”

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[thelooneytoon]

Assassin’s Creed Odyssey Fanfiction

Aphrodite’s Favor:

The Eagle Bearer, famed misthios, grandson of King Leonides, favoured by the Gods. But before he earned his standing in the world, he was simply Alexios, a Spartan boy raised on Kephallonia after suffering a tragedy. Lonely, his only companion being a golden eagle and a sketchy conman, Lady Aphrodite takes pity on him. He’s already suffered a number of unbearable tragedies, and yet his trials are far from over. This chosen hero of the Gods, suffering and danger hewn into his very being, is to be gifted with a love that no other will ever experience. A story of those with the blood of the Gods, who stand by each other in a war torn world and strive to reunite their family. The story of two heroes during the Peloponesian War- Alexios and Althaia.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46853581

τέλος:

Kassandra’s life on Kephallonia wasn’t always easy. She wasn’t necessarily alone, she did have Phoibe and Markos, her little makeshift family. But, no matter how much she adored Phoibe or owed Markos, it didn’t keep her from feeling lonely. Until she met Calista, that is.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46855255

|| CHOOSE YOUR MISTHIOS ||

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

[hughessdemon]

Congratulations I guess ? || J.Hughes

social media au

summary : you finally graduated from NYU after all you moved there to be closer Jack , but you guys broke up after his debut . 2019

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location : NYU ||

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yourusername: we did it ! we are officially done with crying eyes out every day at NYU everyday , finally got my degree with Taylor swift 😝. Ft Achileas cause we the cool kids and my second cool dad 🤨

tagged: achi_of_greece , Taylor swift

comments:

lhughes_06 : okay smartass you graduated before me . proud of you tho come to nj soon !

~ yourusername: maybe should’ve stayed in Mich but thank you , soon maybe 😜

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[theewhimisicalone]

Awwww 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭I love fics where Deimos! Alexios gets to live and heal. He deserves love too

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im soft for deimos!alexios okay?

Anyway Deimos!Alexios with the happy ending hE DESERVES

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[phoward89]

Masterlist

Stepcest, Stepson!Coryo x Stepmother!Reader, Sub!Coriolanus, Switch!Reader, Crassus Snow x Younger!Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Crassus Snow is a cold hearted asshole, but he's a hot asshole... Stepcest, older man/younger woman, arranged marriage, cheating, affairs, secrets, cussing, secret love child, Coryo is a bit selfish and too ambitious, Crassus decides to try and be a better husband/father, breakups

Part 8:

The backseat of the car feels like it's closing in on you as Alexios, your driver, pulls away from the curb. Your chest tightens and you feel so overwhelmed. Your emotions are getting the better of you and before you can stop it, you break down in tears. Sobs violently wrack your body as your mind keeps thinking about being betrayed by Coriolanus.

Your loud cries have a negative effect on your son, Cassian. The baby starts crying as a result of hearing your loud sobs. Cassian's wails get louder and louder as the chauffeur steers the car out of the high-end shopping district of Capitol City.

Alexios looks back at you and the baby via the rearview mirror and he can't help, but to be concerned. You're both crying and he’s not sure what to do. Should he keep driving? Should he ask if you're okay? Nothing happened that he's aware of to trigger off your crying jag. Your driver/bodyguard is inwardly panicking because he has no idea why you're having a meltdown in the back of the car. A meltdown that's causing your baby to fuss loudly as well.

Looking between the road and the rearview mirror, the driver hesitantly asks, “Mrs. Snow, are you alright?”

Hearing your baby's wailing paired with the driver's inquiry of your well being snaps you out of your tears. Your son needs you to calm him down; to soothe him, so you quickly take a deep breath and wipe the tears from your eyes. “I'm fine, Alexios. Just a bit tired and overwhelmed from shopping with the baby.” You lie to your driver while moving a shaky hand to comfort your crying son.

Alexios nods, only to assure you, “We'll be at the penthouse in a few minutes.”

You thank him while soothing your son. The rest of the ride home didn't take long; you managed to comfort Cassian and get him to calm down before the car even pulled up to the curb of your building.

“Ma’am, where would you like me to place your shopping bags?” Alexios asks while helping you and your son out of the car.

“You can put them in the master bedroom.” You told your driver as he shut the car door and popped the trunk.

Pulling Cassian's pram out of the trunk, your chauffeur told you, “I'd be more comfortable placing the bags in the foyer or the main room, Mrs. Snow.” Unfolding the pram and gesturing for you to place the baby in it, Alexios proclaimed, “The master bedroom is your husband's domain as a man, not mine.”

“Okay, then place the bags in the foyer and I'll bring them into the master bedroom once I'm done putting Cassian down for his nap.” You tell the driver while placing your son into his pram.

Once your son's settled in the pram, you wheel him over to the large double doors of your building’s lobby. The driver's right behind you, only to hold the door open for you to walk inside. As you head towards the elevator bank, Alexios goes to retrieve your endless number of shopping bags from the trunk of the car.

You feel a bit tense as you wait for the elevator to arrive. You know that you have to keep it together for your son; that you can't have another breakdown like the one you succumbed to in the car, but it's easier said than done. You feel so heartbroken, helpless, and lost. Coriolanus made you out to be a fool. He played you like a fiddle, making you believe every word he said.

But now…

Well…

Now that you caught him red handed with another woman (Livia Cardew of all people!) you know that things are over between the two of you. You can't carry on with him; put your own rocky marriage in jeopardy when Coryo doesn't truly value you or your love.

The ding of the elevator doors sliding open breaks you from your mental musings. Quickly, you wheel Cassian's pram into the elevator. And much to your surprise, your driver's right behind you with an ungodly amount of bags hanging from his limbs. In fact, he's carrying so many shopping bags that he looks like a Christmas tree covered in ornaments, garland, and tinsel.

“Are those all of my bags?” You ask, taken aback on the amount of bags being toted by Alexios.

“Yes, Mrs. Snow, these are all of your bags.” Alexios confirms while you press the buttons to close the door and for the 12th floor.

Grandma'am was still taking her afternoon nap whenever you entered the penthouse. You also realized that you're alone; that Coriolanus was still out- most likely with that Cardew shrew. Good, not like you're in the mood to deal with him right now anyways.

You parked the pram in the foyer and took Cassian out of it, all the while Alexios was setting down a pile of bags by the front door of the penthouse. You thanked your driver for his help before bringing Cassian to his nursery for a feeding and his late afternoon nap.

Cassian has a hearty appetite, so you didn't have any problems nursing him. In fact, the baby ate eagerly. He also went to sleep almost instantly after his meal. For being a couple of weeks old he truly was a good baby. Didn't fuss too much; was easy to tend to.

Once the baby was down, you brought all of the shopping bags to your master bedroom. Somehow, while unpacking the bags, you managed to hold it together. Well, you're still an emotional wreck while hanging up the clothes you bought, but at least you're not crying your eyes out anymore.

But you can't afford another crying jag, you have a baby depending on you to take care of him. You have to be strong and push your feelings of hurt and betrayal aside in order to be the best possible mother you can be to Cassian.

And when you brought the few bags full of Cassian's items to the nursery to put them away, you're tense.

Very tense.

You manage to put all of Cassian's new outfits and toys up without shedding a single tear. But, you're wound tighter than an 8 day clock tho. You're very on edge, all because of what you accidently discovered this afternoon at the coffee shop.

You can't help, but to wonder if you did something wrong to make Coriolanus seek out that bitch, Livia Cardew. Maybe you should've pushed aside your emotional discomfort and just given him a couple of blowjobs? Then maybe he'd still be faithful to you. But, if not being able to fuck fo 6 weeks is the reason why he's cheating then maybe the relationship’s fickle; wasn't as strong and loving on his end- like he claims it to be.

You're broken out of your thoughts by Grandma'am’s voice echoing out in the penthouse with the simple question of, “Y/N, dear, are you home?”

“Yes, Grandma'am, I'm home. I'm just finishing up putting Cassian's things away.” You call back, assuring your mother-in-law that you're fine.

“I'll be waiting for you in the main room, dear.” Grandma'am told you, so you wouldn't be searching the entire house for her.

And a few minutes later you walk into the main room with a hatbox in your hands. “I got you something, Grandma'am.” You announce, coming up to the elderly woman that's become more of a mother to you then your own mother.

“Oh, Y/N, you didn't have to do that.” Grandma'am lightly protested with a soft smile as you placed the hatbox onto her lap.

Taking a seat next to her, you explain, “I know, but I wanted to get you something as a thank you for being supportive during my pregnancy and baby blues.”

Nodding, she lifts the lid of the box. She lets out a tiny gasp upon seeing a gold satin turban with a gold and diamond sun broach in the middle twisted part. Pulling the beautiful turban out of the box, she gratefully smiles, “Thank you, dear. It's beautiful and I can't wait to wear it.”

“I was hoping that you'd like it.” You admitted to Grandma'am as she placed the turban back in the box; setting it aside.

“Did you get something for Crassus?”

Of course she'd ask you that…

With a sigh, you shake your head and admit, “No, I didn't know what to get him.”

Grandma'am pats your hand while assuring you, “Next time we'll go shopping together; find something real nice for that son of mine you call your husband.”

You smile and nod, silently thanking her.

Crassus came home about 15 minutes before dinner, as was his routine now, and took a seat in the living room with you. Grandma'am, like she does every night, excused herself to go inquire about dinner from the cook. She did that every night when Crassus arrived in order to give you, him, and the baby some family time.

Coriolanus came home about an hour earlier and went straight to his room after giving both you and Grandma'am a curt greeting. In fact, you're dreading having to eat dinner with him tonight. A part of you wishes that he didn't come home at all, that he stayed out. But, of course, that wish went unfulfilled.

Anyways, once Crassus was sitting with you in the main room he went about the routine he created for the two of you. He asked about your day while watching Cassian nearby in his baby swing. And, of course, you told your husband about your shopping trip with the baby. But you left out the part about running into Coriolanus at the coffee shop, he didn't need to know about that.

Crassus thought that an afternoon shopping would've made you a bit happier than you were. He noticed that you're a bit tense; it's concerning because you seemed to be in a good mood lately. He decides that he'll ask your driver if you ran into anyone or if anything happened while on your shopping trip.

“Perhaps next time you go shopping mother can go with you?” Crassus suggested while subtly eying the clock to see if it was close to dinner time yet.

“Oh, I already talked to her about it and we agreed that we'll go shopping together with Cassian next time.” You tell Crassus, earning an approving smile from him.

“I’m glad that you're getting along with mother, Petal.” Crassus admitted right as Coriolanus walked out of the hallway and into the main room with a pissy look painted on his face.

“Is dinner ready yet?” Coriolanus asked, his eyes narrowed at how close you're sitting with his father. Hmm…seems like he's jealous? But he doesn't have a right to be since he has Livia now.

“Grandma'am went to check a few moments ago.” You told your once lover, tone a bit tight.

“Sit down and wait, Coriolanus. It won't be much longer now.” Crassus ordered his firstborn.

“It better not be, father. I have a study group to attend in half an hour.” Coriolanus grumbled while taking a seat. One as far away from you and his father as he could be.

“Isn't that a bit late for a study group, son?” Crassus asked, his blonde brow arched up.

Yes, wasn't it? Well, the study group was actually a meet up with Festus and Hilarious at Pluribus’ club, but Crassus and you didn't need to know that. Coriolanus feels that you two thinking he's at a study group makes himself look better and more mature. That if you knew he had time for the club and not for you, well…But you can't blame him, he's a young man with needs. Needs that you're not fulfilling at the moment.

Coriolanus never was a choirboy and is only loyal to one person, himself.

“I'm meeting up with Festus and Hilarious to study for our finals. We decided to meet up after dinner since everyone has different schedules.”

“Ah…” Crassus nods. “Since when do the three of you have such taxing schedules?” Your husband countered your stepson, causing the younger blonde to look like he's about to swallow his teeth.

But before Coriolanus could reply, Grandma'am strolls into the room with the announcement of, “The cook’s ready to serve dinner.”

Well, looks like dinner saved Coriolanus from having to pull a believable lie out of his ass.

Dinner was quiet, but tense. Crassus picked it up right away that you seem upset about something. Also, the way that Coriolanus keeps giving you hard glances here and there makes him believe that something's wrong. That something happened.

The war hero truly believes that something transpired between you and his son. Why else would Coriolanus be eying you with a hardness in his baby blues? Any other time his son's giving you pathetic puppy dog eyes. But not tonight.

Grandma'am’s eating her roasted chicken while ignoring the awkward silence in the dining room. You don't get to be her age without learning to ignore a thing or two, including awkwardness at meals. As long as the uncomfortable silence doesn't turn into an argument that'll ruin her dinner, Grandma'am is totally fine with eating and ignoring the big elephant in the room.

Crassus on the other hand isn't the type to ignore the big elephant in the room. Unlike his mother, he's not putting a doily on the elephant in the room’s butt and acting like it's not there. No, the general's going to approach it.

Turning his attention to you, Crassus asks, “Is something wrong, Petal? You seem a bit tense.”

“Oh, nothing's wrong. Really, I'm fine, just a bit tired from shopping this afternoon.” You lie because you can't tell your husband the truth. No, he'd never understand that you're tense and agitated because you caught his son, who you've been having an affair with, cheating on you while out at a coffee shop. Yea…that'd go over like a lead balloon…

“Alright, as long as you're fine I won't pry.” Crassus told you despite every fiber of his being begging him to pry.

But he'll drop the matter for now, only because he senses that you're not comfortable speaking about it- or should he say around his son. Crassus decides that he'll ask your driver, Alexios, about your outting tomorrow. Surely your driver/bodyguard has an insight on what's troubling you. And if not, well…he doesn't want to think about that possibility.

Coriolanus' icy eyes dart over to your form, gazing at you harshly. Almost as if he's silently daring you to bring up the subject of him being rather cozy with Livia Cardew in the local coffee shop. It's as if he wants you to acknowledge your pain, your broken heart at seeing him with somebody else, at the dinner table; in front of his father, Crassus. But you won't give him the satisfaction. In fact, you refuse to meet his gaze and opt to stare down at your plate instead.

Crassus noticed how his son's hard glances at you are making you nervous; are causing you to stare at your plate while picking at your food with your tightly clenched fork. He doesn't like what these tiny details are implying. How they're making light of a pressing suspicion he's had about Coriolanus and you for a while now.

Looking at his gold Rolex on his wrist, Crassus pretends to be concerned about his son's plans. “Coriolanus, shouldn't you be going soon?” Looking at his younger doppelganger, he says, “You don't want to be late for your study group, do you?”

Looking down at his own wrist watch, Coriolanus nods. “Yes, I should get going.” Putting his fork down, he apologizes properly for his sudden departure with a charming, “I'm so sorry to be rushing off in the middle of our meal, but I have a study group with Festus Creed and Hilarious Heavensbee that's due to start soon and I don't want to be late.”

“Oh, Coriolanus, don't you worry. You go on and tend to your studies.” Grandma'am said in a tone that showed she was proud of her grandson's studious nature. If only she knew the truth about his ‘study group'.

“Don't stay out too late studying, Coriolanus.” Crassus told his son as the younger blonde stood from the table. It was evident in the stern, deep tone of his voice that Crassus' remark had a double meaning to it.

Coriolanus clearly picked up on the double edged sword that was his father's words. So much so, that he just nodded as scurried off. Secretly, Coriolanus feared that his father had figured out that he was hanging out at the club; would tell you about it. That's the last thing he wants you to know. It's bad enough that you accidentally stumbled upon him and Livia on a coffee date, but if you found out about his clubbing…well…

Coriolanus fears that he won't be able to successfully lie his way out of that. No, not with you acting all out of sorts lately.

But does that slight fear stop him from taking off to meet up with Festus and Hilarious? No, no it doesn't.

While Coriolanus was living it up at the club with his friends, Festus and Hilarious, you were at home spending a quiet evening with Grandma'am, Crassus, and Cassian. You played a couple hands of gin rummy with Grandma'am before going to the nursery to check on the baby. And once Grandma'am retired to bed, you spent some time with your husband.

It wasn't much, just watching some talent show on CapitolTV and then the news before heading to bed. The atmosphere was quiet, but heavy between you and Crassus as you got ready for bed. He didn't bring it up, knowing you'd probably wave off his inquiry, but it did bother him.

Crassus thought that he was making progress with you; that he was making you happy. But now…well…he's not sure anymore. You seem to be tense and weighed down by something. Something that wasn't bothering you before and he doesn't like it.

He walks out of the large walk-in closet, donning his navy silk pajamas, and makes his way to your shared bed. He gets into it only to wait for you to emerge from your side of the closet. And when you do walk out of it, Crassus can't help, but to notice how motherhood has matured you- has given you softer curves and fuller breasts. He notices that, although you're so much younger then him, you have a womanly glow about you as your silky nightgown hugs your body in all the right places.

How has he never noticed this before? Was he truly so wrapped up in work, stuck in his own head, that he never noticed the beauty that you, his wife, truly is? Crassus prides himself on being a calculated and tactful man, but it seems when it comes to you he's anything but.

You don't notice your husband's icy blue eyes melting as they follow your every move while you cross the room, taking your silk robe that matches your nightgown to drape over your vanity bench- something you do every night in order to easily grab it whenever you need to leave the room to check on the baby, etc. But why would you notice the way Crassus is looking at you; that it's different then every other night? Softness isn't something that's easily found between you and your husband. The fact that he's starting to feel something for you doesn't register to you, but why would it? It's not like he's ever made any intentions of wanting more than a surface level marriage.

“Come to bed, Petal.” Crassus orders, folding over your side of the duvet for you.

Turning away from your vanity, you simply tell him, “I'll be right there, Crassus.”

Your husband watches you as you make your way over to bed. His eyes roam over your body as the bed dips slightly while you get into it. As he does every night, he gives you a lingering peck on the lips while saying, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Crassus.” You reply, as soon as the kiss ends, before laying down and pulling the duvet up around your shoulders.

You feel your husband settle next to you, only for him to switch off the lamp on his bedside table; engulfing the room in darkness. You stare at the wall in the dark, listening to your husband's breathing grow shallow as he falls asleep. Crassus is a light sleeper, but he usually falls asleep rather quickly.

You're secretly waiting for the sound of the front door opening paired with the faint echo of Coriolanus’ Florsheims clunking against the floor because you need to confront him about what you saw in the coffee shop this afternoon. You can't let it go. You need to tell him how you feel. You need…closure.

You're not sure how long you've been staring at the wall in the dark for whenever you finally hear Coryo get in. Your breath hitches and your heart seizes tightly in your chest. It's finally time to confront your stepson.

You gingerly pull aside your blanket and slowly rise from the bed, careful not to wake your husband. You look over your shoulder, seeing that Crassus is still asleep, before rushing to grab your rob from your vanity bench. Quickly, you toss it on and leave your master bedroom.

Your bare feet patter against the marble floor as you make your way down the hallway towards Coriolanus' room. When you reach it, you don't even knock- just open the door and walk right in.

You're met with the sight of a disheveled Coriolanus. His button up shirt's a bit wrinkled, fly of his pants is undone, his pale skin’s flushed, platinum blonde curls are messy, and his baby blues slightly glassy. Clearly, he wasn't out studying. The faint smell of liquor, posca to be precise, emitting from his pores is proof that he was out at the club with Festus and Hilarious instead of at a study group with the boys.

Seeing you standing before him in his room in your robe and nightgown brings a cocky, lustful grin to his face. Coriolanus feels like the cat that got the cream, seeing you enter his room right after he got home proves to him that you've been up all night waiting for him. That you still want him; need him.

But Coriolanus is wrong about that. So very very wrong.

You keep a considerable distance between you and the younger Snow while announcing, “We need to talk, Coriolanus.”

“Oh, mommy, we both know you didn't come here just to ‘talk’.” Coriolanus coos, moving to close the distance between you.

You back away from him before his outstretched hand can touch you, causing a frown to form on his face. But before he can ask what's wrong, you bombard him with the reason why you came. The million dollar question of, “How long have you been cheating on me with Livia Cardew for, Coriolanus?”

Coriolanus blanched, as if you just threw a pot of boiling hot water in his face. How dare you ask him that? He's declared his love for you, hasn't he? Cemented it by giving you his child, right? So, shouldn't you be lovingly opening your arms for him; taking care of his needs? You shouldn't be asking him about Livia Cardew, it's not your place to ask.

Oh, and he's going to let you know that too.

Coriolanus’ brows furrow deeply as he sharply tells you, “Don't worry about Livia Cardew, she's nothing to you, mommy.”

“I'm not stupid, Coriolanus. I have eyeballs, I saw you two pawing all over each other at Sweet Brew.”

“We weren't pawing all over each other, we were studying for a class.”

“Oh, so is that what you call your dates and outings these days? Studying?” You sarcastically asked him. Shaking your head, you scoff, “I heard what you said to her, Coriolanus. You called her ‘my darling’.”

“Y/N, I think you're overreacting-” Coriolanus began to say, only for you to cut him off with a frantic, “I'm not overreacting. You're cheating on me and I'm done.”, while angrily waving your hands in the air.

A scowl crossed the blonde's face. “What do you mean you're done?”

Did he really just ask you that?

Folding your arms over your chest, you give him the answer of, “You're cheating on me with that bitch, Livia, so we're over.”

“Livia means nothing to me, but you do, mommy. We can't be over.”

“We're over and done, Coriolanus.”

“And what? You think my father suddenly cares about you-” Flinging his arm in the general direction of the nursery, Coriolanus barks, “about Cassian?” His cerulean eyes turned into dark soulless stones as he snarled, “My father will never care about, let alone love you and the baby. He's just bored; amusing himself by toying with you. But he'll grow tired of it; go back to ignoring you.” His lush lips curled up cruelly as he added in, “And he'll do it to our son too.”

Coriolanus' words cut deep. They also wound your already fragile soul. But if that wasn't enough, the final blow to your shattered heart was when he told you in a sickeningly sweet, syrupy tone, “When my father tosses you aside like trash you'll be crawling back to me on your knees, begging me for a crumb of attention.” His face, once so angelic, morphs into an unreadable mask as he taunts, “But I don't know if I'll take pity on you, the mother of my child: my son, when that day comes.” A dark chuckle sounds deep in the back of his throat. “You say you're done with me because of what you think you saw between Livia Cardew and I, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to be a fool in love for you once again when the time comes that you realize your mistake in choosing my father over me.”

Hot, salty tears are rolling down your cheeks profusely. His cruel words has you crying so badly that your vision's blurry. How can Coriolanus claim to love you, but turn around and act like this? Say such hurtful things?

“Stop crying, Y/N.” Coriolanus snaps out in frustration. “All you ever do anymore is cry. I'm quite sick of it.”

Hastily wiping your tears away with your hands, you tell him, “I'm sorry you're sick of my crying, but I can't help it.” You feel as if you need to leave, as if you'll suffocate if you stay in the room with him any longer. Taking a few calming breaths, you say, “I'm done, Coriolanus. I hope you treat Livia better than me.”, before rushing out of the room.

You're lucky that the argument between you and Coriolanus didn't echo throughout the hallway, waking Crassus and Cassian- who are both light sleepers. But, when you return to your master bedroom and get back into bed, your movements stir your husband. He groggily asks about the baby and you assure him that everything’s fine; to go back to sleep.

But everything's not fine. No, right now you're suffering from a broken heart. First love and first heartbreaks sure do have a way of draining the life out of somebody's soul, that's for sure.

Your husband doesn't need to know that though. The less Crassus knows of your shame the better.

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[primalshane]

PLEASE CAN I HAVE AN ALEXIOS X READER FANFIC THAT DOESNT HAVE ANON AS A WOMAN.

I AM BEGGING YOU FANFIC WRITERS

[gaycragula]

The sun was warm against your skin, beating down on you and warming the water your feet sat in. You had just returned to the small building you and Alexios had decided to call home. He came through the door a few hours after, covered in blood.

You thought the worst had happened. He’d gotten injured, but no. A rogue band of bandits had decided to target the misthios. Needless to say, they met Hades today.

[gaylorvader]

I love imagining stuff like this. Like imagine trying to explain something like the internet to Eivor or Alexios and Kassandra, poor bastards would be so confused. Idk why but I imagine Eivor no matter how you explain it, just insisting that it's magic or whatever the norse would call it.

Imagine trying to explain to Ezio what the term derpy means.

Or worse rizz

“So what you’re saying is I am a master rizz”

Imagine explaining to Malik google maps

He be so mad like

“” you mean people don’t have to draw maps where your from?!”

Imagine explaining to Desmond the havoc of COVID

Poor man would be so confused

“ what why did they buy all the toilet paper?”

I’m also 100% sure both Malik and Evie would want a copy of “the internet”

“ where can I purchase this magical book?”

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Bayek, Alexios, Eivor

Bayek - Chopes

Together with Bayek you followed Templar to the arena. To get closer to him, you entered the tournaments. Truthfully, you didn't really want to do it, but Bayek convinced you that it was the right thing to do. 

Bayek was your real weapon. Before the fight, you checked your pads while you examined the tattoo, the mark on your wrist. 

It was an eagle-headed chopesh on a part of the blade decorated with hyreoglyphs. The hilt of the sword was bound in a way that reminded you of Bayek's clothes. 

Asasin promised you everything would be alright and kissed you in encouragement. He knew you would make it. 

You had to survive five fights in the arena to get to the Temolar, who was in the last one. All in all, you and Bayek did well and managed to defeat a few enemies without a fight, when you pushed them into the traps that were set in the arena. 

In the last round you had a Templar waiting for you, to which you discovered that it had sold out as a weapon and become a demon. It was a really tough fight, and at one point you were even worried if you were going to make it at all. 

Eventually though, with the help of an asasin, you managed to create a special attack that you used to defeat the Templar. Bayek then ate his soul. He said he didn't like doing it, that these souls were disgusting, but again, he did it so that they wouldn't appear on earth among the living. 

After all that, Bayek took you to the edge of town to thank you for the way you fought today. You sat in the grass under the palm trees, fresh fruit on a cloth beside you, and watched the sunset together. 

Gradually, you would sit closer. You'd lay your head on his shoulder and he'd kiss you on the lips. 

Alexios - Tip of the spear

You were locked up in the prison of Cosmos. You were forced there because of the mark of the weapon on your wrist. The broken spear that you were carrying. But you didn't tell them anything because you hadn't found your weapon yet. 

You heard screams and alarms from all over. The one who caused it was a mythios named Alexios who freed you and who wanted to know why you were being held there. After all, they wouldn't do that without a reason. 

You told him you were being held there because of a weapon you didn't have. Alexios took you in his arms, since you were weak from the torture, and made his escape with you. 

Cosmos was ready for you and prevented you from escaping. You were trapped. Alexios, however, had such an inkling of his master. You didn't want to fight, but you had no choice at the moment. 

Alexios turned into a weapon and you grabbed him. The weapon began to glow and golden threads appeared around you, creating a perfectly fitting suit of armor. In your mind you could hear Alexios giving you advice on fighting, but you felt so connected to him that you didn't even need the advice. Eventually you got out of there unharmed. 

When you got to safety, Alexios decided to keep you as his master. He made it far on his own, but with your help, he was able to defeat his sister, whom he held in his spare cosmos. 

You were hesitant. You were glad you found your weapon, but you didn't know if his lifestyle was for you. Alexios took your hand surprisingly gently, the tattoo on it proving that you belonged together. 

It was the end of a spear, with a damascus blade that was speckled with gold, forming the head of an eagle. The hilt was wrapped in red cloth, and the ends of it were interwoven with gold. 

Alexios kissed your fingertips to show you that he wasn't just brute force, but could be gentle as well. 

Eivor - One-handed battle axe

Eivor's previous master was Haytham, but he was not his true master, and he would be returning to Syria shortly. 

Eivor was in a bad mood that day, as Haytham told me the news that he would be without a master very soon. By this time, you had joined the village. You were a new member of the village, a master without a weapon, who washed up on the shore of their settlement. 

You had no idea you were only left in the village because of the mark on your wrist. Even though everyone told you that you were an honorary member of the village, you felt like you were in a prison because you weren't allowed to leave or leave without supervision. 

You walked past the Viking and headed towards a less populated area of the village. You tried to give the impression that you were just out for a walk, but at the first opportunity you wanted to escape. 

You were on the edge of the village when Eivor grabbed your arm. You slipped away and grabbed him like a weapon. Unexpectedly, a protector appeared on your arm. But you didn't care. You stuck him in a tree and took off running.

You didn't get very far, though, because the Viking caught up with you and knocked you down. Now that he knew you were his true master, he wasn't going to let you go. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to the village. You were about to be promoted. Eivor moved you into his longhouse, and gradually the Viking grew on you.

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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.” 

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Hey its been awhile since sent an ask in so I was wondering if you can do a alexios constantine x reader smut or like he's flirty and she's kinda keep her distance but they end up being gf and bf something like that please I see nothing for him so yah

a WHO? sorry😭 who is that im so fr

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I forgot Alexios!! 😅

Baths with him would be long, intimate, full of sneaky sudsy kisses and touches and an adamant refusal that you leave his warm arms

bubbles with babe

A/N - based off a previous two scenarios here

I tried getting as many as I could or however many the tags would let me 😅

Summary: bath and relaxing headcanons 🥰

Altair - he insists you always bathe with him, washing your hair calms him down

Elise - wants to spoil and lavish you entirely, loves massages too

Desmond - a whole cutie pie who refuses to leave the tub and just loves a few sudsy cuddles

Bayek - presses tiny kisses into your shoulder as he weaves his fingers through your hair

Ezio - oh he’s shameless in spoiling you with all the bubbles!

Evie - a “guilty pleasure” she feels no guilt in because spending time with you is always a pleasure

Edward - cheeky in spending more time in the tub with you than getting anything done

Malik - he won’t admit it but he does enjoy how your spoil him and remind him to take breaks

Jacob - sure he MAY spoil you but he’s also so needy with your time and likes when you suds him up as well

Maria 🗡️- a reminder that she needs to take time for herself, particularly likes shoulder massages

Aya - jasmine and other floral scents fill the tub as you laugh and reconvene with each other

Haytham - he’s one relaxing session away from collapsing into your arms and the suds, loves a good scalp massage

Shay - likes when you wash his hair and offers to wash yours as well

Yusuf - you can’t leave yet unless he says so, just be prepared for bubbly cuddles and some face masks

Aveline - she likes a hot stone massage and maybe some lavender oil for a bath

Ziio - the temple run when you wash her hair is the most relaxing

Eivor - a bit of a spa day get away and tons of steam rooms that leave you both refreshed

Connor/Ratonhnhake:ton - he loves how you just melt into his touches and when you rub his back as well

Arno - a lil romantic who draws all the bubbles and oils for hours of relaxation

Henry/Jayadeep - he’s a sweetie who gushes about anything with you, neck and back rubs are a must

Kassandra - spa days are a must for you and her

Bonus

Shaun Hastings is a man of business who sometimes forgets to relax so relaxing baths are way of reminding him he deserves TLC