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[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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[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.”

[cantstoptheimagines]

Smutty Alphabet (Kassandra | Assassin’s Creed Odyssey)

Summary — Smutty Alphabet Prompts for Kassandra from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing but smut, so tags aplenty!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,046. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ Based on these prompts by fairy-tail-babes.

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aftercare — what are they like after sex?

she’d never admit it, but she becomes quite soft and sentimental after being with you. conversations in hushed voices while she runs her warm hands over your bare skin, tucking you deep into her ribs in a fruitless effort to melt your bodies into one.

body part — what’s their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner’s?

she likes her arms the most — and why wouldn’t she? a lot of blood, sweat, and tears have gone into building those muscles. she loves how easily they allow her to pin you beneath her, how they frame your body as she sinks her teeth into your neck. she adores your eyes, especially after she’s made you cum more times that you can count. she loves the tired glaze that overtakes them as they droop with a sudden need for sleep. she can’t help but be satisfied with herself upon seeing how they sparkle with fresh tears, begging for her more, more, more.

cum — anything to do with cum.

she loves making you cum on her fingers. it gives her the chance to make you watch as she pulls her glistening digits out of your pussy before she presses them against her tongue and sucks them clean. then, as soon as she’s done, they’re shoved right back inside your tight entrance until you’re left shaking and crying in her arms.

dirty secret — pretty self explanatory. what’s a dirty secret of theirs?

she wants nothing more than to find an artist who would paint her a portrait of you. (with nothing on, of course.) however, she has yet to find a painter with enough talent to do your beauty justice.

experience — how experienced are they?

she has explored nearly every corner of the greek world, meeting people and helping those in need of a misthios. it’s basically a given that she’s had a few relationships prior to finding you. i’d say she’s pretty experienced in more ways than one.

favorite position — this goes without saying.

69. she loves having your dripping pussy right in her face while your tongue explores her folds. her fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, allowing her to hold you down while you eat each other out.

goofy — are they serious or humorous?

this one is a little difficult because while she’s a rather serious person, she also has an awkward streak. despite being a misthios who meets people from all walks of life, this woman has little to no social skills. therefore, things might get silly, but it’s not necessarily intentional.

hair — how well groomed are they?

like most women in ancient greece, her appearance is kept as neat as possible. everything is cleaned and trimmed regularly.

intimacy — how are they during sex?

she may be rough and tough on the outside, but kassandra is far from cruel. she lays kisses on your exposed collarbones, whispering your name with a smile on her face. she wants nothing more than to be close to you. deep down, it’s love she craves, and you’re always willing to provide.

jack off — masturbation headcanon.

she loves making you get off in front of her. she bites her lip and chuckles whenever you beg for help because you can’t cum without her anymore. she’s got you wrapped around her finger, literally and figuratively.

kink — one or more of their kinks.

she loves overpowering you. as i said before, she’s worked hard to build up her physique, so she’s constantly using it to her advantage. she enjoys grabbing and manhandling you into whatever position she wants, no matter the time or place.

location — favorite places to have sex.

as a traveler, she can’t afford to be picky, though she does have a particular interest in tossing you onto the ground next to campfires. what does it matter if someone sees?

motivation — what turns them on?

when you beg her for more, no matter how sweaty and exhausted you are. she could listen to those pleas forever.

no — something they wouldn’t do.

despite all her strength, i don’t think she’d hit or slap you. maybe an occasional spank, but nothing more than that.

oral — do they prefer giving or receiving?

it can go either way with her, but she often leans towards giving. she’s never been one to waste a good meal.

pace — are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

whatever you prefer. if it’s her decision, though, expect to see stars as fucks you into oblivion.

quickie — their opinions on quickies.

she’s a fan, mostly because she’s always on the move. any chance she gets, she’s bringing her horse to a stop on a mountain path, yanking you off the saddle, and then having her way with you on a nearby patch of grass before the journey continues.

risk — are they down to experiment? do they take risks?

she’s always ready to try out new, pleasurable ideas. whether they come from your mind or hers, she doesn’t hesitate to implement them. as for taking risks? this is kassandra we’re talking about.

stamina — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

as a misthios, she has a lot of stamina and endurance, so expect to be wrapped up in her for at least four or five rounds. the real question is, can you keep up?

toy — how do they feel about toys?

she prefers to be the only source of your pleasure. however, if you ask to bring an olisboi into the mix, she won’t deny your request.

unfair — do they like teasing their partner?

one hundred percent, no doubt about it. teasing is just another part of the whole ‘overpowering you’ kink she’s got going on. she mostly does this by edging you over and over until you’re sobbing uncontrollably into your pillow.

volume — how loud are they? what sounds do they make?

why would she be quiet when she could let everyone know she’s yours? she isn’t afraid to let other people know what’s going on behind closed doors. with your mouth delving into the space between her legs, she has no shame, tossing her head back with every moan that escapes her.

wild card — a random headcanon.

i feel like she’s into pussy inspections for some reason. like, she needs to see exactly how much you came, how messy you are, and if she needs to keep going.

x-ray — what’s going on under those clothes?

her pussy is literally gorgeous. it’s a nice shade of tan that glistens in the light whenever she’s wet. you can’t help but pull apart her folds to play with her clit whenever she spreads her legs for you.

yearning — how high is their sex drive?

most of the time, she enjoys having sex as a way to relieve stress and take a break from her life, in which danger seems to be never-ending. therefore, considering how busy she usually is, i’d say she has a pretty average sex drive (but only because she’s too distracted by nearly everyone in the greek world trying to murder her every day).

zzz — how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

it takes her a while. she’s your protector and primary source of comfort, so she usually waits for you to fall asleep first. she wants to make sure you don’t need anything — like another round — before her dreams take over.

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Reader - Succulence

Kinktober 12: Aphrodisiacs [mature]

Word count: 634

Ao3 link here.

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In a rare moment of serenity, you found yourselves perched atop a balcony, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sparkling azures of Aegean waters ebb and flow. The air was quiet, save for the crashing of waves and the croaking of locusts. A wicker basket brimming with fruits occupied the space between you, from which Kassandra had peeled the ripest orange for you to savour.

For her own enjoyment, she plucked an apple – unblemished, with pale green skin that bled into a lustrous scarlet. Little did you know, this very apple would be the undoing of the evening’s tranquillity.

Kassandra tossed the fruit in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Eyes still mesmerised by the sea, she flexed her strong jaw to indulge in that first greedy bite.

There was a crunch, followed by a blink of surprise as juice burst from the apple’s punctured skin. A saccharine stream flowed from her lips to her chin, trickling down her throat. She chuckled, letting a small droplet fall from the corner of her full mouth before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. All the while, more juices oozed from the teeth-carved cavity in the fruit, seeping onto the webspace between her thumb and forefinger.

The orange cradled in your hands felt heavy, all of a sudden. Heavier still, when Kassandra brought her hand back to her mouth after thickly swallowing her mouthful, slothfully lapping at the nectar streaming down to her wrist.

Your eyes traced the movements of her tongue as warmth flooded your face. Perhaps Eros had laced your mind with a fog, but you almost swore that there was something rehearsed about the way she cleaned the juice from her hand. A memory of the muscle, stemming from countless hot, impassioned nights that ended in your essence soaking her fingers, dripping down the palm of her hand. She would languorously savour every morsel, tiding herself over until your next coition. Your mouth, only moments ago salivating at the thought of fresh fruit, ran dry.

Seemingly oblivious to your indecent predicament, Kassandra sunk her teeth into the apple’s sweet flesh a second time. More rivulets ran their course. Although, unlike before, she made no move to catch them with her hand. Such an endeavour would be futile, given the ripeness of the fruit, hence the juices gushed freely down her chin. They glistened in the setting sun against her bronze skin, clinging to her jawline as she chewed and her neck when she gulped.

Her face was a familiar mess – minus the breathlessness and glossy eyes, which your vivid, lewd imagination eagerly supplemented. Your vision clouded with the dusky pink of her lips, intoxicated by the shimmer of the sticky, sugary liquid. The low, contented hum she relinquished at the taste was a cruel, perfect replica of the sounds muffled by your mons as she pleasured you with her—

“You haven’t touched your orange,” came her curious remark. It sliced through your thoughts. You snapped your eyes towards her, hoping your face didn’t betray any sign of fluster.

Shooting her a shy smile, you awkwardly fumbling with a segment of the orange. “Just lost in thought, that’s all,” you sighed, bringing the loosened wedge to your lips. Your teeth pierced the tangy citrus, although you were far too riddled with distraction to fully appreciate its ripeness.

Kassandra cocked her brow. It was a miracle you managed not to choke as her lips curved into a knowing grin, dripping with both juice and smugness. “I’m rubbing off on you,” she teased before taking another bite.

You, in stunned silence, gnawed through the segment under her amused gaze. Heart drumming against your ribcage, you hoped she had a desire to sink her teeth into more than just an apple.

[thisismysafeescape]

Outer Banks | JJ Maybank X OC

Reposting previews of earlier chapters in hope of bringing in new readers! Story is called Entangled Fates. Right now I have it on Wattpad, AO3, and Fanfiction.net.

Original Plot | Romance | Rated M

Chapter Three Sneak Peak:

"That's not just any Kook, she's like their queen or something" Kiara barked, her tone rising an octave in disbelief. "Do you realize who that is? That's Kassandra Grey, Rafe Cameron's girlfriend! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" Kassi recoiled at the sound of her name intertwined with Rafe's and spoken so venomously. She grimaced slightly, the desperate desire to vanish into thin air building with every word of judgement. "No, obviously I didn't recognize her!" JJ defended himself, frustration evident in his tone and Kassi felt a knot form in her stomach.  The sound of his voice triggered a flood of memories, overwhelming and relentless, crashing into her like a tidal wave. Fragmented images flickered in her mind— like pages turning in a picture book. The beach, hanging off the edge of the pier, JJ's intense, bright blue eyes and strong arms when he hoisted her up, the warmth of his back as he carried her here. She grimaced as nausea clawed at her insides. She would be forever grateful that she didn't have to witness the expression she could only imagine was plastered across JJ's face as her identity was revealed.

Links! Wattpad | AO3 | Fanfiction.Net

[petalouda85]

Birth

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairings: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 1.4k

Concept: Kade, Imtura, and Mal wait for news of the newest member of their family

Tags: @liviusofpella, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury, @dutifullynuttywitch, @thosehallowedhalls @choicesficwriterscreations

AO3 link: x

A/N: Finally. The fic I’ve wanted to post for a very long time. I can finally reveal the name for Baby Starfury 🥰 after the emotional rollercoaster of Forever (in my Mind), you guys deserve a fluffy treat. Enjoy.

Reading had always been easy for Kade. Almost as easy as breathing. He could grab any tome and easily be lost in the words, his mind taken to places far away and times long gone, it all brought to life with his imagination. Tonight, however, it was hard to concentrate as his mind constantly drifted towards the cabin near to where he sat, his stomach twisting with the knowledge of what was happening inside. He tried to listen for any noise coming from the home, despite knowing it was pointless; Nia and Tyril had made sure of that.

Unable to focus on his book, Kade looked towards the other two that kept him quiet company in the homestead. Mal practiced a few quick movements with his dagger, stabbing into an imaginary foe, while Imtura stood off to the side, aiming and hurling her axes into a nearby tree, the bark splitting more each time. Boredom could rationalize their weapon practice, but Kade knew better.

A few weeks prior, when everyone had finally arrived in Riverbend, the villagers warned them of a group of elves that had recently traveled through. While no direct questions were asked, their apparent interest in the “Hero of Morella” had set off alarm bells in everyone and precautions were taken.

When Kassandra went into labor, Nia and Tyril had cast a spell over the clearing, masking the homestead, and then a silencing spell over the cabin. Once the door shut behind them, Mal and Imtura had pulled their weapons closer, ready to be grabbed at the first sign of trouble. Several hours had passed since then, the high afternoon sun now replaced by a bright moon; Kade reckoned it was past midnight already.

He snapped his book shut and leaned forward with a great sigh, rubbing his eyes and face trying to relieve the tension and growing exhaustion.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle.” He said softly. He must’ve been louder than he thought because in a split second, Mal stood before him.

“You and me both, buddy.” The rogue said, sitting down next to him. “It’s happening and I still have trouble wrapping my head around it. Elf boy and kit are going to be parents. Who would’ve thought the wet blanket and the life of the party would ever reach this point.”

“It is hard to wrap your head around it all.” Kade said. “For so long, it was just me and my sister. Now she’s having a baby.” He let out a weak chuckle. “It’s stupid to think so but, part of me is scared that she’ll forget me; a child takes priority after all.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Imtura said, pulling her axe from the tree before joining the two men. “I’ve travelled with Kassandra long enough to know that she’d never forget you or any of us. We’re all her family and nothing’s gonna change that, not even a new tiny landrat.”

“Would be nice if the little tyke made headway.” Mal said, letting out a loud yawn. “All this doing nothing is making me tired.” His yawn was replaced with a yelp when Imtura slapped him across his head. “Hey!”

“You can’t rush these things.” She scolded. “The tyke gets here when they get here. And that could be in the next 5 minutes or in the next few hours. Hells, little guy could already be here and Kassandra’s just not up for visitors right now. We just got to wait.”

“I know, I know! Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about the waiting. It’s not like we got a lot to do besides that and there’s only so many fake guys I can stab.”

“I’d offer a book, but I get the sense neither of you are readers, even when faced with endless boredom.” All three laughed.

“We’ll leave the reading to you, kid.” Mal stood up from the bench and pulled forth a deck of cards from his pocket. “Up for a game?” He asked the orc, who smiled.

“Always. Be ready to lose.” The two found a patch of grass to sit on and began their game. Kade watched them half-heartedly for a moment before opening his book once more, trying his best not to nod off.

He shut his eyes briefly and when he opened them next, his face was glued against the cover of the book and his back was stiff from the hard bench. With a groan, he sat up, a thin blanket falling off him. Looking around him, he found Imtura and Mal also asleep in the grass, their card game replaced by a now extinguished fire, and the birds singing their morning song as the sun’s beams began to peak through the trees. He stretched his back and checked the state of the cabin, finding the spell still on it, before moving towards his slumbering companions.

“Rise and shine.” Kade said as Mal woke up.

“Morning already? Nothing yet?”

“Nothing yet.” Kade moved to wake Imtura next. Soon, the three sat down for a silent breakfast, ready for the prospect of another day of waiting. After their quick meal, Kade returned to the bench and grabbed his book, ready to try reading it yet again, when a magical hum came from the cabin. He immediately abandoned the tome, jumping to his feet when some low noises could be heard from inside. The door clicked open, and everyone ran to it as Nia appeared in the frame, looking frazzled and tired. Despite her weary state, the priestess was smiling.

“Everything’s fine.” She quickly said, seeing the worry on their faces. “Mom and baby are doing fine. They were born just after midnight. They’re all cleaned up and have already been resting for some time.”

“Midnight? But-“ Mal began to protest but Imtura gave him another slap. The priestess fought down a snicker at his incredulous look before she opened the door a bit wider.

“You can come in but only for a little while; Kassandra’s still very tired.”

Kade ran in first, finding Aderyn preparing some food in the kitchen. He quickly sent her a grateful smile before dashing towards the bedroom, the others on his heels. The moment he stepped into the entrance way, he froze.

Mal unceremoniously bumped into him, but any complaint was quickly gone when the three heard the soft gurgling noises coming from the little bundle resting in Kassandra’s arms.

She was lying in bed, looking exhausted and worn out. Tyril, seated in a chair next to the bed, appeared exhausted as well but both were staring down at the bundle with immeasurable love and affection in their eyes. The two looked up as the visitors slowly entered the room.

“Hi.” Kassandra said, her eyes brimming with tears, before looking down at her child. “Look who’s here.”

Kade stood frozen in place for a moment, alternating his gaze between his sister and the child in her arms, before rushing to the bed and embracing her tightly, tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered to her. He continued holding her, hearing her sniffle before she returned the embrace

“Thank you.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek before pulling away. He then quickly turned towards Tyril and embraced him too; it took the elf a moment to return the gesture.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Kade pulled away and sat down on the bed, watching the child with pride swelling in his chest.

“Do you want to hold them?” Kassandra asked after a while.

“Yes.”

Gently, she passed the bundle to him, the man gawking down at the baby nestled in the blanket their mother had made for them. They were beautiful, dark-skinned and a barely visible black fuzz on their head. They looked almost entirely human, if not for their ears. Granted, they were shorter than the standard elven ears but there was no denying the point at the end of them.

“Hi.” Kade said softly and in disbelief. He took their little hand, the tiny digits not even wrapping entirely around his thumb. “I’m your uncle.” He turned to look at Mal, Imtura and Nia; none had a dry eye. “And your other uncle and aunts are here too.” He looked back to the new parents, who beamed with pride as they held each other’s hand. “What’s their name?”

Tyril looked to Kassandra, who nodded.

“Everyone,” Tyril began with a proud smile, “meet our daughter, Kaya.”

[mimbotomy]

💝🍭💫 for the fic asks !!

💝 what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Any of my crossovers really, but especially my Odyssey x HP crossover, because unlike my Marvel or Hades crossover, Not a Malákes Ravenclaw 1) doesn’t really have a plot, 2) makes no logical sense, 3) was first started in a drug fueled, sleep deprived, manic episode that I legitimately do not remember. I was honestly expecting like two, maybe three people to read it, but people seem to actually like it!

🍭why did you start writing?

Ummm I’m not totally sure why exactly I started writing, but I imagine it’s the same reason why I keep starting fics - because I have a specific fic I want to read/question I want answered. Like “What if Kassandra went back in time and fucked shit up?” and “What if Kassandra was both Deimos and the Eagle Bearer and fucked shit up?” and “What if Kassandra was in *insert universe* and fucked shit up?” As you can see, there’s a theme in my work 😂

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Any comment/feedback, of course, and especially long comments that point out specific things my reader liked. But weirdly enough, I love more negative feedback and critiques too! At least as long as they’re civil lol. There’s just something weirdly satisfying about knowing that someone found something in my fic that they disliked enough to say something, but still found something they enjoyed in my fic that kept them reading, if that makes sense.

Ask me more! 🩷

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being Alexios’ best friend and falling for Kassandra.

Anon requested: “My request is Kassandra(AC odyssey) x Male Reader. Where Kassandra was Deimos and not Alexios. Reader is best friends with Alexios since childhood and has been his partner throughout the events in the game. After Kassandra reunited with her family, reader took interest in her and they started talking. Eventually they fall for each other and reader decides to marry her with blessings of Alexios and his mother. They then marry with close friends and family in attendance and it’s super fluffy. :)”

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I had to google what went into an Ancient Greek wedding. Apparently there was a lot of things.

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Y/n was concerned. Not for himself, but rather for his friend. Alexios has returned from infiltrating the meeting of some cult that Herodotus sent the Spartan to.

The mercenary has been rather shaken, and when y/n had pressed him for information Alexios told him shocking news; Alexios’ sister was alive. Y/n found it hard to believe—mostly because babies didn’t generally survive being thrown off of cliffs.

“Alexios?” The Spartan man turned his gaze from the sea.

“Yes?” Y/n leaned against the side of the boat next to Alexios, taking a deep breath before he began.

“I know you want to believe that your sister isn’t dead...that this Deimos woman is her. But what if it’s not her?” Alexios instantly became defensive.

“I know it’s her. When we touched that thing—” Y/n held up his hands, trying to calm Alexios.

“Alexios, please just think about this. The cult wants you and your family dead. Your sister was thrown off a cliff as a baby. The odds of her even surviving are practically impossible.” Alexios shook his head, leaning back on the railing of the ship.

“So what are you saying?” Y/n placed a hand on the mercenary’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“What I’m saying is that it’s very likely that the cult is having someone pretend to be your sister to try and lower your guard. So please just—just be careful.” Alexios sighed and hung his head.

“Y/n, you’ve been my friend for as long as I lived on Kephallonia. I need you to trust me on this.”

“I’ll try my best.”

<—>

Y/n was thinking.

The cult business had been settled (ie: killed) and Alexios’ family was reunited. Myrinne and Nikolaos has quite a bit to sort out—something about throwing sons off cliffs and y/n was not getting into that business—and Alexios had gone to buy supplies. The crew was busy and that left y/n with only one other to talk to.

The woman in question was sharpening a very intimidating sword. Y/n debated his chances of being stabbed or maimed in some terribly painful way, then decided to talk to her. Maybe she was feeling a little out of place on the ship?

“Soooo...I assume you’re Alexios’ sister?” The brown haired woman sighed, set down her sharpening stone, and looked up at him.

“What of it?” Y/n held out his hand, which the warrior looked at then back at him.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” The woman reluctantly took y/n’s hand.

“I’m Kassandra. Was there something you needed?” Y/n sat down near Kassandra, keeping close enough to talk but far enough not to intrude in her space.

“I was just looking to make conversation. There’s only so many stories I can hear from Barnabas and Herodotus before I hear them repeated.”

“I see. How did you earn a place on the ship, if I may ask?” Y/n gave her a mischievous grin.

“Me and Alexios have known each other since he turned up on Kephallonia. He became a misthios, and I...may have participated in acquiring items for a price.” Kassandra raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a thief?” Y/n shrugged a little.

“Only for good reasons. There were plenty of nasty characters on the island that could have their pockets lightened. Usually I gave some of that coin to the poorer families.” The gold armored woman tilted her head, looking y/n over.

“Not many practice that sort of charity.” The thief fiddled with his fingers. Oh the pockets those hands had picked, the valuables they had taken!

“The way I saw it, some people could afford to help others. Indirectly, of course.”

“Mm.” Y/n decided to try and change the conversation to learn about Kassandra.

“Are you going to become a misthios? You would probably do well at that.” Kassandra shrugged and turned the sharpening stone around in her hand.

“I don’t know. I still haven’t decided. I may in time.”

“I’m sure whatever you choose, you’ll have friends among you.”

<—>

After that conversation, y/n and Kassandra would talk more often. She confided in him about her past, how her life was under the Cult of Kosmos, and her experiences. Y/n told her about Kephallonia and how he was orphaned when his family left him for a better life, one without a child.

Y/n wouldn’t deny that he was attracted to Kassandra, but there was a part of him that kept him from telling her. Mostly he was nervous about affecting his relationship with her—if she would hate him, if she’d tell him to get lost, if she’d pity him. Y/n would listen to her answer, but he still feared what she’d say.

“A thief. Destined for execution the moment I picked my first pocket. And who would want me as a husband? People want to marry someone they know will come home.” Currently y/n was expressing his concern to the only person who he could trust with information about his feelings.

“Maybe she’d like a little excitement.” Alexios leaned back on the rock he was sitting on.

The Adrestia has docked for supplies, and the two men had gone ashore for a break from the ship. Alexios personally thought y/n and Kassandra would work well together. They got along well and he had seen the way one looked at the other when they weren’t looking.

“Excitement and uncertainty are two different things.” Alexios just laughed and threw a twig at the thief.

“Y/n, we’ve been friends for a long time. In all my time as your friend, I’ve never seen you act like this about a woman. And I’m telling you that you and Kassandra would be good for one another. Just talk to her.”

<—>

“Kassandra?”

“Y/n? I thought you went with Alexios.”

“He accepted a job for someone. And I have something I need to say to you.”

“What is it?”

“We’ve been talking with one another for a while now. And I...I want to be closer to you. I feel happy when I’m near you, when we talk. I like it when you laugh, when you smile, when you threaten people when they insult you or your family.” Y/n swallowed the lump in his throat, and continued.

“I know that I’m a thief, and that it’s very likely that the next day will be the day I’m caught and killed. But I want to be with you—spend my life with you.” Kassandra’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“Y/n, what are you saying?” Y/n took Kassandra’s hand in his own.

“Kassandra, I want to be yours. If you’d have me.” Y/n couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“...You really mean that, don’t you?” The thief nodded his head.

“Yes. I swear by the gods I mean it.” Kassandra took y/n’s face in his hand, making him look her in the eyes.

“If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.”

<—>

They were married after a month.

The wedding wasn’t big. It wasn’t held in any temple, there were no presiding officials, there wasn’t anything fancy. It was a small ceremony aboard the Adrestia with Kassandra’s family and the crew in attendance.

Kassandra had spent time with her mother as part of the proaulia, preparing for the actual wedding. Nikolaos tried (and somewhat succeeded) in making a meal for his family as his part in the proaulia, though Alexios joked it was rather bland.

Finally the day of the gamos arrived. There was a small offering made to the gods, and the ceremony was kept short at y/n and Kassandra’s request. Kassandra wore her armor instead of the usual wedding wear.

The couple was left to their own in a rented space on shore. Y/n and Kassandra spent the first night of many together as husband and wife.

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[xthescarletbitch]

ngl i think about being topped by fictional buff women at least a million times a day 😰

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[pixievi]

❝ characters I will write for ❞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* current fandoms : arcane, assassins creed, tlou ii, bottoms, the locked tomb

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[flightlessangelwings]

Pride Celebration day 24: “Marry me.”

Kassandra x gn!reader

Word count: 956 Notes/Warnings: Requested by anon, thank you so much! No warnings really just fluff and sweetness. Mention of sexytimes but nothing explicit. I really enjoyed writing this one, and I’m happy with how it turned out! I imagined a fem reader as I wrote this, but it’s a gn reader with no pronouns. I’m not doing taglists for the pride event but the masterlist can be found in my pinned post! This gif of her makes me swoon too omg!

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Life in your little town was quiet and uneventful. You were grateful to live in a place of relative peace in a time of war, but sometimes everything felt so routine and boring that you ached for more. That was until the day a beautiful misthios came into your town and helped some locals. It was months ago, but you still remember Kassandra’s visit like it was yesterday. She had asked you for advice and directions as she made her way around the town, and by the end of the day you fell into bed with her.

It was the most amazing night of your life, and you still got tingles whenever you thought about it. Your body felt as if it was on fire, but in a good way, and you wanted nothing more than to hold Kassandra close every night of your life. Even after just one night, you had fallen head over heels for her.

“Can’t you stay, Kassandra?” you asked her the next morning as she put on her armor, “Or better yet, take me with you. I’d love to travel and see the Greek world.”

Kassandra sighed and turned to you, “It’s too dangerous to take you,” she spoke softly as she cupped your face in her hands, “I can’t bear if anything happened to you.”

In that moment, you knew she cared about you just as much as you cared about her. Though it broke your heart to let her go, you sighed and dropped your gaze down, “I understand.”

She spoke your name in a tone that made your heart flutter, and she waited for your eyes to meet hers again before she continued, “I’ll come back to you when this is all over,” Kassandra leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your lips to seal her promise, “When the cult is destroyed and the world is free from their clutches…” the fire in her eyes burned as she spoke, “I’ll come back to you.”

With that, the love of your love walked out of your door.

That night was so long ago now, and yet it felt like just yesterday. Every night, you watched on the horizon for Kassandra, and every night as you went to bed alone. She had told you about her mission and why she couldn’t stay, and you knew how important it was. It wasn’t just for her and her family, but for the Greek world as a whole, including you. 

Some nights were easier than others. Sometimes word would reach your town about the fall of a corrupt figure or a brutal tyrant that was found murdered in his sleep. The villagers talked and speculated, but you knew it was Kassandra’s doing. You’d smile to yourself as you felt proud of her and happy that she succeeded on her mission, but you knew to keep that to yourself.

Other nights, the news was quiet. Those were the nights that you worried about your misthios. You knew she had skill that was unmatched, but you couldn’t help but worry for her at times. If she had died, how would you find out? How would you mourn her if you knew you’d never see her again in this life? But, as soon as those thoughts filled your head, you pushed them out. Kassandra wouldn’t die before she came back to you, she couldn’t. She was stronger than any of her opponents, you knew that.

It was a beautiful, sunny day and you were out at the market, like you usually were. You kept yourself occupied by working at the stalls and you helped your neighbors whenever you could. As you stared into the distance, for a moment you thought you saw the familiar brown braid and broken spear, but it turned out to be just your imagination. It always was, and with a sigh you looked back down and forced on your work.

That was until a familiar voice spoke your name.

Time stood still as you slowly looked up and turned around. There before you stood Kassandra, and you reached out slowly and touched her bicep to make sure she was real. “By the Gods…” you whispered as you collapsed against her in a tight hug. She laughed softly as she held you back just as tightly, “It is really you, Kassandra? This isn’t some cruel trick?”

“It’s me,” she replied, “I’m here. I came back for you.”

Happy tears streamed down your face as you hugged Kassandra close, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Kassandra kissed your head before she pulled back just enough to kiss you on your lips. It felt like a whirlwind as you ended up back in your home, in your bed, with her and you both stayed there and made love until late into the night. Passions erupted as you both made up for the long months you had spent apart until you were both exhausted.

You laid comfortably in Kassandra’s arms as she held you tightly. She kissed along your skin and mumbled sweet nothings in your ear until she paused.

“Kassandra?” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look into her face, “What is it?”

She looked deeply into your eyes for a moment. “Marry me.”

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

Kassandra cupped your face like she did the night she left you, “Marry me,” she repeated, “And we’ll never have to be apart again.”

A bright smile slowly lit up your face as you fully realized what she meant, “Yes… Yes!” you pounced on her and kissed her passionately. Laughter and moans filled your room as you made love again, this time as a newly engaged couple, and everything finally felt right.

[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.”

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Fem!Reader - Bulletproof .001

Summary: A series of bureaucratic catastrophes left you, the daughter of two oligarchs, a prime target for attack. With the threat of assassination imminent, the need for a strong security detail was critical. And the woman hired to oversee your personal safety was – well, easy on the eyes, to start, but nothing short of a lethal enigma.

Without her, you’d be six feet under. [mature]

Warnings: gun-violence

Word count: 3712

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Quite honestly, if anybody other than the chief of police had introduced Kassandra to you as your new head bodyguard, you would have laughed. She had no air of sternness about her. Nothing about her screamed ‘I will give life and limb to protect you’; she greeted you with a lopsided smile, leaning against a doorframe, unfolding her arms to wave at you with two fingers.

Physically, however, you had no difficulty believing that she was a security hire. The Greek was exceedingly tall, her sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, corded forearms, leaving little to the imagination about the rest of her build, especially with her suspenders straining against the broadness of her shoulders. With her flawless olive skin, you might have believed she was a model for an athletics wear company who stumbled into the wrong job, if it wasn’t for the revolver holstered to her belt.

Sceptical, you offered her a smile and your gratitude for her service, knowing full well that there was a sizeable target on your back. She simply shook her head and laughed, “No need to thank me. The pay is a-ma-zing.”

From that encounter alone, you knew immediately that Kassandra was going to be nothing like anyone previously employed within your security detail. Initially, you had mixed emotions about such a realisation. While her casualness made her breathable to be around – which was welcomed, given how much time you’d be spending in close proximity to her – you couldn’t help but fret over how well she’d perform if someone was to make an attempt on your life.

Hopefully, of course, that would never happen.

After a few days under her protection, your queries about her professionalism were swiftly resolved. Kassandra was anything but lackadaisical, despite her laid-back manner of conversation with you. She didn’t see the merit in formality, reasoning that it would only make things uncomfortable with the amount of time you spend together. You warmed to her very quickly, for two reasons: her amicability, and her lack of concrete rules to your protection. Listen to her when she tells you there’s a threat, and don’t look inside her briefcase.

Naturally, the latter request warranted some curiosity from you. But she justified it with the fact that she kept an automatic firearm stowed inside at the very top, and she wouldn’t want you handling it to get to the files underneath. Reasonable enough, you thought, although her words sparked an interest in the contents of those files.

When she wasn’t contacting security organisations between your public appearances and meetings, she spent her time chatting to you as though you were a close friend, or working out, using the heaviest objects she could source in your temporary accommodations as weights, and fuck, if that wasn’t a sight. Oh, and offering you flirtatious remarks. Luckily for her, you couldn’t hope to resist that kind of attention from a woman matching her description. For your comfort, though, she never escalated things to a level that placed any pressure on you.

Asides from a couple of impromptu relocations, for three months, Kassandra never had to take an active role in your protection. That is, if one was to exclude the nights where she mysteriously excused herself from your company, never elaborating as to why beyond “it’s a security matter.” After the first few instances, this became the norm. You stopped giving your role as her principal much thought, except for that burning curiosity pertaining to the files in her briefcase.

Said curiosity was somewhat satiated one night. A sleep-disturbed night, for a reason you couldn’t quite place, holed-up in a safehouse. Kassandra had left on one of her security matters an hour before you retired to bed. But when you groggily trudged to the kitchenette to pour a glass of water, you noticed a folder spread out on the counter.

Quizzically, you inched towards the compilation of documents, observing a red sharpie left uncapped on top of the paper. A series of greyscale photographs of faces were messily stuck to the two-page spread on display, all of which had a name scrawled underneath them in biro, some accompanied by arrows and notes hastily scribbled in Greek.

Most interestingly, each portrait was annotated with a mark in bold red ink. Some had a large cross over them – you recognised a few as oligarchs whose deaths had been somewhat recently announced via the news – whereas others were marked with ‘INCARCERATED’. Two had a question mark by the corner. One had a series of numbers, separated by periods. “An IP address…?” you mused under your breath.

Frowning, you flicked through the folder, finding pages upon pages of the same contents but with different faces. The dreadful notion that all these people had it out for you made a lump form in your throat, one that was exceptionally difficult to swallow.

You flinched away from the folder when you heard the titanium door to the safehouse click open, followed by a resounding beep, signifying an authorised entrance. Eight smaller beeps sounded as the relocking code was punched in, followed by a sigh you recognised as Kassandra’s.

Rolling her shoulders, your bodyguard strolled into the kitchenette, pausing in her tracks when she saw you standing there. “Maláka,” she cursed softly.

Fumbling over your words, you rushed to form an apology. “I’m sorry, Kass. I know it’s none of my business—”

She simply smiled at you. In an instant, that guilt melted away.

“Of course it’s your business,” she shook her head. “You have a right to know about my sources, and the people who want you, well…”

“Dead,” you finished, having to steady yourself at the admission.

“Yeah,” she grimaced, rubbing the back of her neck. Taking a careful breath, Kassandra continued, “I only kept this from you because of how many people there are. I didn’t want you panicking.”

You forced a small laugh. “Probably easier to keep me in one piece if I’m calm, right?”

She gave you a sympathetic glance. “You,” she pointed at you, “are perfectly safe, okay?”

Nodding, you picked up your glass and twisted the faucet, focusing on the trickling of cold water to try to quell the newfound nausea you were feeling. “I trust you,” you said instinctively, just loud enough for Kassandra to hear over the tap.

Turning the faucet off, you spun on your heel to face your protector, taking a small sip. “Have a good night, Kass,” you bade, headed off to bed, despite being almost certain that you wouldn’t get a wink of sleep with this new knowledge of just how many people wanted you killed.

Thankfully for her, in your sleep-deprived state, you failed to notice the splatter of crimson decorating the sleeve of her shirt. Nor did you distinguish the sound of the sharpie being dragged in two lines across the portrait annotated with the IP address.

The two of you had a silent, mutual agreement to try to reinstate normalcy after that incident. The banter resumed full-swing, which served as a pleasant distraction from the paranoia clouding your judgement. Kassandra received the all-clear to escort you out of the safehouse after a few excruciating days, just in time to transport you cross-country to an important meeting.

Part of you found the usual extravagance of being welcomed into a fancy hotel ahead of your meetings exhausting. Another part found the high-society ordeal rather enjoyable.

At the present, though, with so many metaphorical rangefinders aimed at your forehead, extravagance was out of the question. You were covertly ushered into a room in a dingy single-story motel that Kassandra checked out, urged to keep your silhouette hidden from view as she swept the place and drew the curtains shut.

Ignoring the automatic rifle your protector left on the vanity for ease of retrieval, nothing seemed extraordinary within the cramped motel room. Two cup noodle pots sat empty on one night stand, your small suitcase unzipped and open on the other. Kassandra sat, resting her elbows on her knees, thoughtfully on the vanity chair, staring at the conundrum before her.

In each hand, you held a dress, having just posed the question of what to wear to your business meeting tomorrow.

“Well?”

“This is hardly my area of expertise.”

“You don’t need to be Anna Wintour to help me here,” you smiled, rolling your eyes light-heartedly. “Does the red one come across as a bit…much?” A car’s headlight illuminated the room from behind the curtains; with rehearsed ease, you stepped into the shadows of the room.

“A bit much as in ‘ooh-la-la’, or…actually, I don’t know what else you could mean,” she shrugged, leaning back into the chair, glancing at the window, eyes lingering until the lights shut off.

Eyes widening, you gave the garment a tenth once-over. “So your first thought was ‘ooh-la-la’?” Pouting, your gaze zeroed in on the bust. “I didn’t think the cleavage was dramatic.”

“The cleavage? I was talking about the skirt.”

“Oh, god, really? Is it that distracting?”

Kassandra grinned slyly. “I would be very distracted.”

Fighting off the warmth settling into your cheeks, you giggled at her implication. “Okay, the yellow it is, then.” Alas, your smile faltered as soon as a realisation dawned upon you. “Shit, wait, this was a gift from a rival brand. I can’t wear this.”

She feigned a dramatic gasp. “Scandalous,” she tutted, making you snort. “What a shame. I guess you have no choice but to wear that lovely red—”

A shriek pierced the night air from down the corridor.

Ice flooded your veins. You froze, mouth running dry. “Kassandra—”

Kassandra stood up immediately, her face void of any prior trace of amusement. Her expression hardened, her posture straightened. Without hesitation, she moved to the side of the bed, bending down and hooking her fingers under the frame. “Put your vest on and stay low,” she ordered. Authoritative. Methodical.

Unable to even blink, you remained deathly still.

Sternly, she repeated herself, eyes dark with lethal focus, “Vest. Now.”

A tremor set into your hands as the gravity of the situation began to dawn. Nodding, you shakily reached for the bulletproof vest in your suitcase, fumbling as you pulled it over your head while lowering yourself to the floor. Grunting, Kassandra quickly repositioned the bed, tugging the frame until it occupied the diagonal between the door and the window.

Sets of footsteps thudded through the hall. The violent rapping of fists against doors grew louder as the aggressors neared the room you resided in.

She dropped to her knees, reaching for the rifle on the dresser. “Is it on?”

Your fingers struggled to secure the velcro straps in your anxiety, the borderline arrhythmic hammering of your heart against your ribcage all but deafening. The fabric slipped from your fingertips every time you pinched it between them.

Steeled with concentration, she pulled you behind the bed. Momentarily, she let go of her gun, forcing your heart into your stomach. Deftly, she worked at the last couple of straps on the vest, unflinching when the car headlights filled the room with bright light once again. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Hearing the weakness in your voice only heightened your fear.

The Kassandra you were acquainted with would have offered you a few words of reassurance at the meagre apology.

This wasn’t her.

“Keep your back to the mattress and tuck your head into your body,” she instructed, resecuring her grip on her rifle. You wordlessly followed her order, making yourself as small as possible. “Don’t move until I tell you to. Don’t make a sound.”

A gunshot echoed from the room next door. You cried out in fear, quickly muffled by her hand. She didn’t move to shush you, nor did she remark about the teardrop colliding with the side of her palm.

When she removed her palm, she withdrew her phone from her pocket, punching in a few numbers, keeping her tawny eyes glued to the door. She dropped it the second she hit ‘dial’, army-crawling with the gun until she reached the vanity table, firmly out of your sight.

The world felt cold. Eerily cold. Cold, quiet, cold, cold—

Glass shattered as a tumultuous round of bullets soared through the window, effortlessly penetrating the mattress in an ear-splitting sweep. Lead speared itself into the wall in front of you, either side of your trembling, curled form. You clutched your head, forcing it further into your body as some of the bullets thumped against the Kevlar of your vest, dull pain bursting at across your back at the points of impact. You sobbed, obscured by the sound of open fire, too paralysed by fear to flinch.

Bile had reached the hollow of your throat by the time the bullets stopped. You didn’t know if Kassandra was hurt. You couldn’t tell if you were hurt. Teeth clamped down on your tongue until it bled to fight off the instinct to scream for her.

Petrified, you remained perfectly still.

The door swung open.

Two men’s voices muttered something unintelligible. You heard footsteps cross the boundary into the room.

Shattering the silence, a second round of lead ripped through the air, this time fired from within the motel. A shorter round. More precise. The moment it ceased, you could hear the sound of corpses crumpling to the floor.

You couldn’t, shit, you couldn’t fucking breathe. Not with a man’s silhouette peeking through the holes in the curtains, the murky shadow projecting itself partially onto the wall in front of you.

One-Mississippi.

Two-Mississippi.

Three-Mississippi.

Four-Mississippi.

Five-Mississi-

A short burst fired through the destroyed window from inside the room, the thunderous sound ricocheting from the vanity.

Kassandra.

The disjointed shade on the wall dissolved into blanket light.

You couldn’t have counted the next few seconds if your life depended on it. Time slowed, then rapidly sped up, then froze altogether when you heard the quiet call of your name through the nauseating fog in your brain.

“Are you hurt?” came the soft voice of your bodyguard.

You cried when your mouth wouldn’t open out of terror.

There was a panicked edge to her tone when she repeated the question.

Please, please, fucking talk.

Finally, some sound escaped the tightness of your throat. “I-I don’t know,” you stuttered weakly, mouse-quiet. But that was enough for Kassandra, even if she didn’t vocally acknowledge it.

Sand poured endlessly from the world’s hourglass, forming a dune large enough to host a desert before the sound of a helicopter sliced through the night. The chopping of the blades drew closer and closer to the motel. From a distance above, a loudspeaker boomed, “All clear.”

Faintly, over the roaring blades, you heard Kassandra shuffle out from under the vanity. Her shadow loomed over the mattress as she made her way to your side.

Leaning down, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, her other hand still maintaining a vice-like grip on her rifle. “Stand up for me, angel,” she whispered, a familiar warmth now present in the syllables.

At first, you couldn’t shift from your position, the petrification having yet to wear off. But after a few murmurs of “you’re okay” spilling from her lips in a mantra, you uncurled yourself and found your footing.

Kassandra shepherded you over to the window frame, helping you through the jagged pane, ensuring you didn’t slice yourself on the broken glass. Following suit, she eased you onto the lower rungs of the airborne ladder, shielding you with her body from the air whipping at you. She held on with one hand herself, sweeping her sights for any lingering traces of your assailants as the ladder gradually ascended.

Two pairs of old hands helped pull you into the body of the helicopter. You blinked up, vaguely registering the face of the police chief through your shock. He ushered your trembling self towards a bench while his uniformed associate placed headphones on your ears, drowning out the blades with a painful ringing as Kassandra joined you inside.

Slowly, your hearing returned to you, albeit substantially muffled and coupled with a shrill tinnitus. The helicopter’s hatch closed, and after a short while, the headphones were lifted from your ears.

A paramedic approached you with a first aid kit, moving to kneel by your side, only to wind up face-to-face with the barrel of a rifle.

“Kassandra, what the fuck are you doing?” hissed the chief.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” she spat, unrelenting. You had never heard her with utter anything with such venom before.

“Stand down.”

She forcibly positioned herself between your body and the chief’s. “No. Someone fucking tipped us off. I’m not trusting anyone, and that includes you.” Heart still pounding erratically, you hugged your knees, wincing at the sting in your back as you closed in on yourself.

“Christ, Kass, be reasonable here.”

She laughed bitterly, “Oh, I’m being unreasonable, am I?” The chief reached forward, and the direction of her aim shifted towards him. “One task force knew where she would be staying and what vehicle would transport her. You have a fucking mole, Jameson!” she snapped, thrusting the weapon forward until the barrel was flush against his chest.

The chief – Jameson – retained his composure. Hell, you were more disturbed by her performance than the person with a firearm digging into his ribcage. “And you have enemies. Lots of them, in case you forgot that you’re a hitwoman.” Your heart stopped. What? Before you were able to process the statement, he continued, “You may have been the target, not—”

“Bullshit, those were Verduci’s thugs. I recognised the watches. Family sigils on the straps, same blue-dyed Italian leather. I’ve been tracking that cunt for weeks. Trust me, she wants her dead.”

He sighed irritably, but nodded nonetheless. In the brief silence that followed, you mulled over the sinister elephant in the room.

Hitwoman?

In your post-traumatic state, the idea seemed initially implausible. Kassandra was a bodyguard. She was a kind woman, who diligently worked to secure your safety. As alarming as this…this violent side of her was, she operated on the defence, not the offence. She fired reactively, not proactively. At least, from what you saw of her.

Out of your sight, though, there may have been a different story. As your pulse settled into a rhythm once again, the puzzle pieces began to weave themselves together. The disappearances into the night. The folder; the name she gave, the one beginning with ‘V’ – that was familiar to you, having popped up a few times underneath various photographs. The red crosses. The IP addresses.

Kassandra was disposing of your assassins before they even had a chance to load their guns.

That terrified little part of your brain screamed for you to cower from her, but you were fortunately able to rationalise it into disappearing. Whatever her job description entailed had just saved your life, and she showed no signs of betraying that commitment.

Jameson’s was the first voice to cut through the uncomfortable quiet. He took a step back from you, flattening his palms in the air. The rifle remained poised in his direction. “I’ll contact central intel when we get to the hospital about your suspicions,” he breathed out. Pensively, he rubbed his chin, before turning to you. “She won’t let the medics near you, so I’ll ask now, are you in need of immediate medical attention?”

“I think I’m just bruised up,” you declined, forcing a small smile.

He nodded. His head tilted towards Kassandra, no longer fazed by the gun. “She’s in deeper shit than we thought.”

“I can take her off-grid,” Kassandra suggested, exhaling through her nose. Finally, she handed over the rifle. “Get me clearance to relocate her overseas. I can’t trust anyone in special forces with the location.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips as you glance up at her. “Why would you need additional clearance?” you asked shakily.

She softened slightly, morphing back into the Kassandra you were better acquainted with. “I won’t be taking you anywhere traceable,” she explained. “And your parents can’t know about where you’re hiding. Nobody can. Without clearance, this would be an abduction. Especially since I’m outsourcing the pilot.”

“You’re what, sorry?” Jameson blinked.

Anxiously, you scratched at your wrist. Kassandra leaned against the curved shell of the helicopter. “You have a mole. I can count my contacts on one hand, and I trust Barnabas explicitly.” She challenged him, sighing, “Look, you can get me clearance, or it’s going down as an abduction. Her safety is paramount – I couldn’t give a shit about what the bureaucrats think.”

“Alright, alright. Do what you need to do. Just keep her in one piece,” he relented, throwing his hands up in defeat, making for the cockpit with his associate. The paramedic had long since left your side, leaving the two of you as alone as you could get.

Kassandra took a seat next to you on the bench, gingerly rubbing your upper back. “How are you feeling?”

Shrugging, you relaxed into the warmth of her palm. “Disoriented, I guess. Still processing what happen–ow—” you winced as she accidentally put pressure on a tender part of your spine. She swore, immediately retracting her hand, apologising. Smiling, you waved it off. “I’ll be fine, though. You seem to have a plan in mind.”

“My plans aren’t exactly orthodox,” she admitted, pulling a face. “But this is the safest option for you. We’ll get you somewhere off the map – somewhere warm. See it as a hopefully uneventful vacation.” Her hand found purchase on your shoulder.

“And if it becomes eventful?” you frowned.

Kassandra squeezed you reassuringly. “Then all you’ll need to do is what I tell you to, just like you did tonight. I won’t leave your side. You’ll be sick of me by the end of the week.” A laugh escaped you, slightly hoarse, but genuine all the same. “You will be. I’m insufferable,” she grinned.

Without realising, you leaned into her half-embrace, comforted by the weight of her hand and the notion of her remaining firmly at your side. Truly at ease, with the whistling of bullets miles in the past, you spoke in earnest.

“I find that very hard to believe.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Echos in Amsterdam, are frozen

Kassandra x Male Reader

Request - Oneshot Where Male Reader Is A Descendant Of The Isu Like Kassandra, But Instead Of A Weapon He's The First Werewolf. He's Been Dating Kassandra For A While, And He's Ready To Tell Her He's Just Like Her But Different. So, Y/n Tells Kassandra He Has To Tell Her Something Getting Her Attention. He Tells Her He's A Descendant Of The Isu Like Her Making Her Shocked. He Transforms Into His Werewolf Form He Is Afraid She Will Reject Him He Turns Away. But Feels Kassandra Hugging Him Making Him Happy.

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Werewolf Oneshot. Can Y/n's Werewolf Form Like Look Hugh Jackman's Werewolf Form From Van Helsing But Much Bigger. Y/n Is Taller Then Kassandra, He's Much More Muscular Then Her, And Has Eight Pack Abs.

429 BCE

You find your girlfriend Kassandra training with her the Sword of Damokles. You watch her and she keeps getting better each time.

”Is that a new move?” You asked and smiled at her.

She stopped and she smiled at you.

”Help me train?” Kassandra asked.

”Yes,” You said.

You take out your sword and she looks up to you.

”Don’t hold back” Kassandra said.

”I won't,” You said.

You and Kassandra start to fight. She enjoys that you help her train, she is strong and you help come up with attacks. Sometimes you or Kassandra would get cocky and show off.

Much later...

You sit down on the bench and she sits next to you. You got fruits for her, she gets hungry after training all-day. She kissed you and you smiled at her.

”Y/N, thank you for the fruits. Can I ask you something?” Kassandra said.

”Sure,” You said.

”Y/N, you have been acting strangely for days. Y/N, you can talk to me” Kassandra said.

You take a deep breath and you start to feel nervous.

” I have been keeping a secret from you. But I'm ready to tell you. I'm sorry that I haven't told you” You said.

She grabbed your hand.

”I’m not mad at you for keeping the secret. I understand it's not easy” Kassandra said.

”Don’t tell anyone. Kassandra, I am a werewolf, I can control when I can shift into a werewolf. On the full moon, I lose control. At night, I do go out and hunt. Don't worry I wasn't hunting for people, it was for animals” You said.

She is speechless and you wait for her response.

”Y/N is this a joke?” Kassandra asked.

”No, it's not a joke,” You said.

”I have heard stories about people changing into a wolf. But I thought it was just stories people made up” Kassandra said.

”I am a Descendant Of The Isu.

The Isu, also known as The First Civilization. I am the first werewolf. But as you know, not everyone was accepting of what I am. They took me away from my parents and I grew up alone for a while until a family took me in and raised” You said.

”I don't know what to, say,” Kassandra said.

”How do you feel about what I told you,” You said.

”Y/N, this is a lot to process,” Kassandra said.

”If you need time I understand,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✯

You have been traveling with Kassandra. Since you told her about your secret, you and Kassandra haven't talked about it. She still hasn't seen you change into a werewolf. You won't bring up the conversation, you want her to say something about it.

You are in Santorini with Kassandra. You are helping her look for biological parents. It's night time and Kassandra looks up at you.

”Y/N did you hear that?” Kassandra asked.

She heard someone scream and you start to listen.

”Someone needs our help,” You said.

Kassandra starts to follow you. You and Kassandra see a group of thieves attacking people and stealing. She watches you transform into a werewolf and her eyes opened wide.

Your bones start to break, you get taller, fangs and claws come out, your eyes change color and you start to scream. You growled.

You start to attack the criminals and Kassandra is fighting by your side.

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You did get hurt. You see people are scared of you and you ran away. Kassandra went after you

”Y/N!” Kassandra yelled.

You stopped but you don't face her. She walked towards you and she stands in front of you.

”Y/N, I'm not scared. I still trust you, that will never change. I know it is good in you, I mean it. Do you understand me?” Kassandra said.

You nod. She hugged you and you felt truly happy. You see an animal and you started to chase it and Kassandra watched you eat the animal.

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The next day.

You are at the lake with Kassandra, just taking it easy.

”How's the wound in your arm doing,” Kassandra said.

”It’s healing. If the wound is big it takes time to heal. I'm really happy, you don't think I'm a monster” You said.

You take a bit from your apple.

”I did mean it what I said. I'm still in love with you” Kassandra said and you smiled.

She looks up at you and she kissed you.

[author-morgan]

Title: A Sibling Rivalry Rating: M Relationship: Alexios x fem!Reader Kassandra Word Count: 2.1k+ Summary: You knew Alexios and Kassandra were competitive, but gods help you when you get drawn into their rivalry.

idea created with @levikra because beefy Spartan sandwich.

You knew Kassandra and Alexios were competitive, but you hadn’t realized just how deep their competition went until you got involved. One time on the Adrestia you overheard them bickering about you. I kept her up till the birds sang, little brother, Kassandra announced, pride in her voice —you’d tasted so sweet and cried out so prettily with her tongue between your legs. After I was done, she could hardly walk or look at me the next day without blushing, Alexios refuted. A pleasant ache forms between your thighs at the memory of him rutting into you, nothing felt quite like Alexios’ cock. 

You don’t mind their little competition, because it doesn’t matter which of them wins or loses —you always win. Though in the depths of your mind, you can’t help but imagine what it would be like for them to take you at the same time. One day you think, biting down on your lip. 

One day comes sooner than you anticipated. Alkibiades hosts a debauched symposium and though the wine he serves is watered —after a month at sea, it does not take much for you to feel the warming effect. Kassandra watches the way your hips sway to the lyre and drum —moving in on her prey before her brother decides to. She grips onto your waist, pulling you back against her and cranes her neck to nibble a sensitive spot just below your ear. “Kass,” you whine, reacting to the gentle bites and kisses she’s leaving along your neck. 

“What is it, lamb?” She asks, teasing, “Do you want me? Or do you want my brother’s cock?” Kass turns so you can see Alexios, standing off to the side speaking with the host. He looks so good in that deep scarlet chiton, the muscles in his arms flexing as he brings a kylix of wine to his lips. But Kassandra looks like an Amazon queen in a dress of the same dark linen. 

“I’d like both,” you tell her, emboldened by the wine. “But I’ll take you for now,” you whisper, trailing your fingers down her leather-wrapped braid and across her clavicle. Kassandra’s smirk is wicked as she grips onto your hand. She leads you up the stairs to Alkibiades’ bedchambers —the only empty room in his villa and draws the diaphanous curtains to. Stripping you is her priority and all it takes a slight tug of the rope around your waist for the pale fabric to slide down your body, pooling around your feet. 

Kassandra raises her brow —you’re already bare, having foregone undergarments for the evening. Tipping your chin up, she kisses you and swallows the small gasp you make when she tweaks one of your nipples and steps back all too soon. “Go lay down for me,” she breathes, voice huskier than normal. You take to the pile of pillows and watch as Kassandra removes her dress and loincloth. She’s built like an Amazon queen with long, lean legs and thick arms. 

The Eagle Bearer brings a pitcher of wine when she comes, settling neck to you. She kisses you again —harder and longer this time— and it’s her turn to let out a soft moan when you reach for one of her breasts, scraping your nail over a nipple. Kassandra bites down on your lip and soothes the stinging with a swipe of her tongue. When she pulls away this time, Kass is quick to lay hot, open mouth kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. 

She pauses at the swell of your breast and swings one leg over your hips, dragging the pitcher of wine closer. Kassandra dips her finger into the dark red liquid and places a drib on one of your nipples, sucking in the drop before it could move. She repeats the action, this time with your other breast. By all the fates you think, pushing your hands into her dark hair to hold her in place. Biting, kissing, laving, she leaves your body aching. Instinctively, you push your hips up into hers trying ease the ache between your legs with friction. She tuts and pushes down your pubis. 

Dipping her hand into the wine, Kassandra draws a line between your breasts down to your navel where she pauses and reaches for the stone pitcher again —pouring out a small stream. Her eyes are dark and locked on you as she dips her tongue into your navel, lapping up the wine before licking a wide stripe up your belly. “Kass,” you whimper when she squeezes your breasts again. She smiles, moving back down your body —knowing what you want. 

Kassandra spreads your legs apart and marvels at the sight that lay between them —lips shining with desire from her hand and your depraved thoughts. She groans at the smooth skin and licks her lips. A hetaera in Korinth had shown you how to use warm honey and lemon to rid yourself of unwanted hair. This is the first time Kassandra has seen your cunt free of hair. 

One finger trails up your slit from bottom to top, stopping at the bundle of nerves sitting at the apex. “Please,” you breathe, and she will not make you beg again. Kassandra spreads you open and leans in tongue circling and flicking your clit. She knows how that makes you writhe. You drape your legs over her shoulders, heels pressing into her back.   

Alexios stops in the doorway, parting the pulled curtains to find you splayed out beneath his sister, moaning her name. She notices his arrival before you do. “Stay little brother,” Kassandra taunts, her lips glistening in the golden firelight, fingers still curling inside you, “you might learn something.” He’s frozen in place watching as his sister covers your wet sex with her mouth again. 

You turn your head, looking over at Alexios silently beckoning him to stay. He stares at your face, contorted in bliss and the way you spasm when Kassandra finds a sensitive spot —back-arching, breasts bouncing. His cock stirs beneath his clothes and then he’s tearing off the chiton and pulling at the knot of his loincloth. Semi-hard and dripping —Alexios wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself to the sounds of your moans and whimpers. 

He looks like both Ares and Adonis, and by the gods, you want him too. Pulling your hand free of Kassandra’s you motion for Alexios to join you. He kneels, one hand instantly going to your breast, playing with an already taut nipple. With your free hand, you gently pry his fingers from his cock and replace them with your own. He hisses as you stroke him and lets out a string of curses when you shift, bending to the side so you can cover the head with your mouth.

Kassandra glances up —sees her brother’s cock in your mouth and his face twisted in an expression almost akin to pain, fingers carding through your hair. Her free hand has found a place between her legs, stroking her clit as she laps hungrily at what you provide. 

There’s a knot in your tummy, and it’s about to give. Cries spill freely from your throat but are muffled by Alexios’s cock. The sensation of your pulse throbbing against your tightened walls making you shudder and spasm. Kass pulls away from your sex, biting down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You gasp, pulling your mouth from Alexios’ cock. She withdraws her fingers —sodden with your essence and offers them up to her brother. “Doesn’t she taste divine?”

You watch, wide-eyed as Alexios takes two of sister’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a low hum. “Like ambrosia,” he murmurs. 

Kassandra shifts from her place between your thighs and claps Alexios on the shoulder. “Fuck her, good,” she whispers, loud enough for you to hear. Alexios fills the place where she had been. His smile is less wicked than Kass’ had been. He swoops down, planting his lips on yours. You’ve always loved the way Alexios kisses —it’s all unbridled passion and strength. If it’s possible to make love with only kisses, Alexios certainly knows how. You glide your hands over his sides and across his pectorals —fingertips finding small raised scars.  

Alexios takes himself in hand and drags the head of his cock through your soaked folds, stopping just shy of your engorged clit. He repeats the action once, then twice, and then on the third, he nudges against your clit —making you jerk your hips up. “Stop teasing, Lexi,” you chide. Kass raises her brow at the pet name. 

He smiles, placing a short line of kisses across your cheek —cock beginning to press into your sex. “But you’re so fun to play with, dove,” Alexios whispers, his tongue darting out across your bottom lip. You know he likes to play, but right now you need him inside your aching cunt. Kassandra’s mouth and fingers work wonders, but you’re ready to feel the sting of his cock stretching and pounding into you. He doesn’t make you wait. Alexios swears behind clenched teeth as he sinks into you.

Foreheads pressed together, you moan and pant against each other’s lips as he rocks his hips into yours, hands groping at skin wherever they find purchase. Just for a moment, it feels like the two of you are alone —making love like any other night. You spread your legs wider, welcoming him deeper. Alexios straightens his back and looks down, watching his cock slide in and out over and over again. He pulls one of your legs up and against his shoulder and you nigh scream when he hits something deep inside you. “Alexios,” you cry. 

Kassandra lays on her side next to you, her hand gliding over your breasts, down your stomach to rub your clit. The friction from the pads of her fingertips and Alexios’ deep strokes is enough to send you over again. You feel the same knot tighten in your stomach, walls clenching —greedily gripping onto the veins of Alexios’ cock, toes curling and heels pressing hard into the curve of his back. He bares his teeth and grunts as he pushes back into your heat, his sister still lazily playing with your clit.

Alexios pulls out, still hard and throbbing. You whine at the loss of his cock —neither of you has had your fill yet. Alexios coaxes you to turn and lay on your tummy. He trails his fingers down your spine, following the cleft of your bum before sinking a finger back into your heat. A moment later it’s replaced by his cock. Alexios grips onto your bum, rutting into you, skin slapping unceremoniously together. 

The change in position places your gaze level with Kassandra’s spread legs. Her fingers brush through the thatch of dark hair and she moans softly when pressing them into herself. “Kass,” you whimper, watching as she pleasures herself, “please, let me taste you.” You reach toward her, but she’s out of your arm’s length. 

“Not tonight, lamb,” she coos, enjoying the contortions of your face as Alexios’ thrust becomes faster, more uneven. Tonight is about you Kass thinks, besides it’s been a while since she’s reacquainted herself with Alkibiades.

Alexios won’t last much longer. He gnashes his teeth together, the veins in his neck bulging as his hips snap into yours. Your name falls from his lips like a hallowed prayer and you feel his cock twitch deep inside you then a wet warmth as your walls milk him. 

He falls forward, chest pressing into your back as he kisses you shoulder blade, lazily thrusting a few more times. You both lay in a heap of limbs, sweaty and exhausted, but Lexi rolls off you and you can’t help but whimper as his cock slips from you. Rolling onto your back, he watches his seed drip from your folds but you draw him back down —kissing him. 

“Kass,” you whine as she rises, knowing she’d not had her own release. She shushes you with a kiss and a wink before gathering up her garments and leaving. A piece of her knows you really do love her brother —even if you both enjoy your passionate romps. Alexios nuzzles against your neck and in the silence you hear his heart and the throes of pleasure rising from the villa’s courtyard. Somehow Allie’s parties always devolved into wine-fueled orgies. “So,” you start, brushing the thick stubble on his jaw, “are you and your sister still going to compete for who’s the better lover?”

He groans softly, half-laughing too. “You heard that?” He asks and you nod smiling. Not willing to tell either of them you’d dreamt of a night like this. “Hmm,” he contemplates, scraping his scruffy jaw along your shoulder and neck, “I think this arrangement could work.” You take his face into your hands, kissing the tip of his nose and then his lips. Yes, he thinks, this could work. Alexios groans into your mouth —the embers in him stoked back to flames. There’s still a long night ahead of you.