#and i will be slow due to assassin creed c:

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18+ NSFW Alphabet: Kassandra (Assassin’s Creed)

A: (Aftercare) with Kassandra would almost always end with the two of you bonding over a glass of wine. She would spoil you with kisses and if the two of you decide to take a shower afterwards she would help wash you, sneaking in some kisses and cuddles too. If it's morning sex, Kassandra would most definitely cook you up some breakfast.

B: (Favorite body parts) Starting off on an innocent note, I think Kassandra would admire her partner's neck. Neck kisses are her weakness, anything from that point a little downward like the collarbone or shoulders. I also feel like she’d admire a beautiful back, she’d have a tendency to track that line down the middle of your back. Let's be real here though, I can tell she loves some thighs. She also loves to be smothered in between them.

C: (Cum) Kassandra will put her life on the line just to get you to finish. She takes pride in her work, I don't see her being able to mentally handle it if she knows her partner wasn’t satisfied. As for her, she needs her back scratched equally.

D: (Dirty secret) Kassandra is completely and utterly devoted to her partner, so much that she can't help but to look at naughty pictures you’ve sent her or even just your *cough* selfies. Kassandra admires beauty, and she loves to admire her partner's beauty while touching herself when the two are away from each other. If the two of you are out in public she’ll find herself eyeing you up and down like a meal and thinking of all the things she wants to do to you when you’re home (or not.)

E: (Experience) Kassandra is extremely experienced in what she does. I mean, have you played the game? The woman is a sex demon, there's likely nothing that she hasn’t done out of curiosity or spontaneity.

F: (Favorite position) When she’s wielding the strap, she loves to see the expression on your face while she's ramming into you. Whether slow and passionate or rough and hard. Missionary is an intimate position for her, so she definitely treasures it or saves it for when she wants to connect with her partner on a deeper level. However, as we know Kassandra is a pleaser all the way. She loves eating you out, mostly when you’re on top of her and smothering her with your thighs that she can grip on. Kassandra is down for any position though, all of it turns her on. Even more so if she's having sex with someone she loves deeply.

G: (Goofy) She’s always being silly. I could see her taking up with “Dad” jokes. However, she loves being a sarcastic asshole to you and teasing you. All with good intentions, of course. She loves getting her partner riled up.

H: (Hair) Ugh, I love that braid she has but I can imagine a modern Kassandra always having her luscious brown locks well groomed. I think she uses a product in her hair, I could see her having a wavy hair texture when her hair is down. Kassandra with her hair down? *Chefs kiss* But onto down yonder, I think she would likely be well groomed. Her skin looks pretty soft and smooth to the touch in game. However, I don't think she would be completely bald, I think she’d leave a nice patch or simply shave the sides.

I: (Intimacy) She yearns to be intimate, all the time. I could see her being a little clingy and overprotective at times. Nothing overbearing however, she's much too independent and free spirited for that. Kassandra would be the type to kiss you at each stop light if she's driving you around in her car. If you’re out together, she’d hold your hand. If you’re cold she’d give you her jacket. Such a sweetheart.

J: (Jack off/Masturbation) I could see Kassandra masturbating from time to time when she’s not in the company of her lover due to travel/work/business. But, she prefers to get you off.

K: (Kink) She probably has a praise kink due to… yaknow… family trauma. As tough as she is on the exterior, DEFINITELY likes to be babied sometimes. Keen on public sex, likes the risk. I could see her wanting to fuck in a religious place/place of worship (oh so sacred and controversial). Orgasm denial, she likes to see you squirm and beg for her. It feeds her ego. Degradation kink.

L: (Location) Anywhere, everywhere.

M: (Motivation) Loves it when you stroke her ego, anything to inflate it further. For example, compliment her body after a hard day at the gym (She’s definitely a gym girl).

N: (No; Something they wouldn't do/turn offs) There isn’t much that Kassandra wouldn't do but I think she definitely draws the line at anything to do with human excretion/ bodily fluids. However, knife play… She’d be down.

O: (Oral) Likes to give and receive.

P: (Pace) She can be passionate and slow but she will also fuck the shit out of you and leave you in a wheelchair. Then, when you can't walk the next day she’s gonna make fun of you. All jokes of course…

Q: (Quickie) Kass is always down for a quickie.

R: (Risks) I could see Kass definitely taking risks when it comes to sex since she is an experimental person.

S: (Stamina) Endless stamina, she doesn't hit up the gym for no reason. She can go for hours and hours, sometimes she’ll even wear you out. You just can't keep up with this woman.

T: (Toys) Absolutely, she loves to use toys on you and vice versa. She’ll usually just go for the finger blasting but when it’s strap time, it is time. Enjoys vibrators, handcuffs, ropes, whips, ect. Owns a sex swing.

U: (Unfair/How much she likes to tease) Kassandra will tease her partner endlessly, she gets off on it. However, she will give you as many orgasms as you want.

V: (Volume) Kass is LOUUUUUUUUUUUD. So loud, you have to cover her mouth when you’re giving her the strap sometimes. If that's what you enjoy. Her moans are breathy and deep, depending on how hard it is she will whimper and scream.

W: (Wild card) Kassandra once had a business trip coming up and held onto a pair of your panties for safekeeping <3

X: (X ray) She has a toned, muscular body. Thick thighs, strong calfs, protruding biceps. She has a smaller chest, muscular pecks with some scars possibly. Some stretch-marks due to muscle building.

Y: (Yearning) Pretty much anything can trigger Kass’s sexual arousal. However, she can contain it easily if need be.

Z: (Zzz) Kassandra knocks out, actually she snores most of the time so you have to remind her to flip over on her side. However, if you fall asleep before her she will watch you sleep peacefully. She’ll also take pics and vids of you sleeping crazy to laugh at them later.

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daughter of artemis || p.p  — [01]

c h a p t e r  o n e 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe. 

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love, guys! It’s going to be a bit slow initially, so bear with me. Also, all the things I’ve written about the Greek gods here is fictional, so I hope that’s clear beforehand. 

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Word count: 3750

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01 // σκόνη dust

❅

She opened her eyes and gasped loudly, as a car stopped in front of her. Looking around, (y/n) realized she was in the middle of the road, busy traffic, and cars and moving vehicles halted at her abrupt appearance out of nowhere. It was dark, strange because it was not so dark back in Phokis. Clutching her stinging hip, tears filled her eyes with the sudden shock of realizing her uncle had sent her somewhere using some out-of-the-ordinary trick. People were now yelling at her, and just as her vision cleared—(y/n) looked around to see tall buildings surrounding her, with herself in the middle of an ocean of modern civilization.

    “Hey, girl! Get out of the way!”

Just as she was about to take a step, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, a gasp exiting her lips just as her eyes shut due to the impact again. She felt something coil around her, preventing her from falling; her senses were right, she was up in the air. Opening her eyes once again, she noticed the city swinging below her, someone was grabbing her, her legs dangling in the air, her chin resting on what felt and looked like a red shoulder. (y/n) struggled right away, kicking the air below her, wanting to get off the grasp of this creature that was taking her away from where she needed to be.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m only trying to help, relax!” Came a voice, from this creature.

A moment later, it placed her on the roof of a building, as tall as the buildings around her. Looking around, she understood that this was definitely America, considering this creature in a costume’s accent, and the height of the buildings. It was nothing like the cities in Greece, here there were more people and more noise. Looking at the creature in front of her, the thirteen year old had to do a double take. He wore a spider costume, his face covered with a funny looking mask, and for some strange reason, his costume smelled like iron.

    “What are you?” She asked, scrunching her eyes at him.

The creature almost looked offended by her question. Did it expect her to know who he or it was?

    “I’m your friendly neighborhood Spiderman! D-Don’t you—?”

The clueless expression that she gave off prevented this Spiderman from continuing further. Immediately, his head turned to her hip, causing her to try to hide it from him, but to no avail.

    “Oh, dude. Dude! You’re hurt. Where are your parents? I’ll take you—”

    “I don’t need help from a freak like you.” (y/n) was not interested in having a conversation with a man in a costume.

    “No, listen. If you don’t get that checked out, it’ll get infected. Where are your—” He stopped suddenly before observing her.

She looked like she was from another place, especially if she didn’t know who Spiderman was; she was injured, her hair disheveled, her eyes hostile, and her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. It wasn’t as if she was hiding something, it was blatantly clear to him now that she had run away.

    “You’re a runaway.”

(y/n)’s eyes narrowed, not surprised that he had figured it out. Turning her back to him, she walked off, not knowing where she was going, but her current agenda was to get away from this Spiderman.

He grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

    “Listen, I’m only trying to help. Please, let me—”

In an instant, before he even noticed it, her right leg met his chin. She grabbed his throat using her foot, while using her other foot to topple him over. Putting his head in a headlock, (y/n) squeezed before hearing the costume man gasp. Pressing her right hand to the ground, she bolted away from there, jumping across the rooftop like it was easy. Spiderman didn’t catch up right away, but was dazed with what she had displayed. She was a thirteen year old girl, he could definitely keep up with someone like her!

    “P-Please, I’m only trying to help!” Spiderman’s voice chased after her.

Sliding down a pipe, (y/n) made her way to what appeared to be an alleyway. A barred fence was in front of her, which she found no difficulty climbing. Slipping past Spiderman would be easy if he couldn’t see her, therefore, she kept her visibility minimum. She moved in the shadows, using her surroundings to camouflage her movements. What seemed like a couple of minutes later, she had found the perfect place to hide. A trash bin, which was recently emptied. It smelt like the filth of everything American, but it was part of her surroundings now, and she was being hunted.

She listened to the silence around her, nothing but sirens and car horns could be heard; closing her eyes, she pictured Spiderman, she pictured where he could be after judging his movements from following her. There were numerous possibilities as to where he could have gone off, or if he had been successful in following her route.

A moment later, (y/n) breathed out, relaxed. Spiderman had lost her. Getting out of the trashcan, (y/n) looked at herself. She wore her mother’s old jacket—beige in color, but the color seemed to have faded now since it had been such a long time since her mother had even worn it. She wore dark blue jeans, once again, her mother’s, which were faded. Canvas shoes, torn by the sole from all the running. A grey tank top with bandages around it, revealing splotches of blood by her left hip. Her hair was free and disheveled. (y/n) breathed in to calm herself, but failed.

She looked homeless. Lost. Hopeless. And she was once a princess in Olympus.

❅

Walking past what looked like a bakery, (y/n) stepped back and looked at the various assortments of bread and cake within the store. She remembered how she told her mother long ago that she hated sweet things, but secretly liking a couple here and then. Artemis always knew this fact about her daughter, and would surprise her now and then with a small sweet gift after breakfast. Artemis wasn’t like the other gods. She liked human things, she liked to dress as the humans, talk as them, and behave as them—wanting to be one with them.

Perhaps this was why Artemis met with cruel fate. For Gods and men could never stand on the same ground.

    “Hey! Get out of here, don’t stare at my shop!” The woman from inside the bakery yelled at her.

Quickly scurrying away, (y/n) felt fresh tears sting her eyes. No one cared, these people were strange and didn’t know her. These people were poison. She was on the footpath, random people walking past her, not giving her a second glance. To them, she was just another person, a child with no home. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream at her uncle for bringing her here without warning. How could she find this Pepper person without any clue? Pepper was the clue, her mind repeated.

Pepper was such a strange name. Who was this Pepper? And how was Pepper related to her father? Was this person even someone worth remembering?

Was Pepper a nickname for her father?

(y/n) shut her eyes before trying to calm herself once more. She remembered her life from earlier, of how simple it used to be when her mother was around. Artemis had made life seem so simple and forgoing, her positivity made (y/n) believe she could tackle anything in the world. Even while she taught (y/n) to hunt, to use the bow, to defend herself as she had against Spiderman, Artemis had always told her to be kind.

    On the day of the prophecy, she missed her mother the most. (y/n) had never understood the celebration that Delphi brought along in Olympus; a secret ceremony for the Gods. This time, word got out that Delphi had something far more important to say—a prophecy that would directly impact all Gods in Olympus. Hera wasn’t pleased, as usual, since she loved where she was and how she was revered. Hera seemed like the only person who wasn’t affected with Artemis going missing.

Apollo had stayed away from (y/n) ever since his twin sister was nowhere to be found. The animals ran wild, the woman sunk into a terrible dreaded depressive state, and disease struck every pregnant mother in Greece. Artemis would never forget her duties like this, not this randomly, he knew her better than she knew herself. He turned to spot his niece, several feet ahead of him in the great hallway of Zeus’ castle. Biting his teeth, he turned away before she could spot him.

Ever since (y/n) had been born, Artemis was known as the Goddess that broke her vow. Zeus had lost complete respect for his daughter, and Hera’s jealousy got in the way of everything. Although (y/n) was not loved, she was half-God, and therefore, a princess of Olympus. Artemis made sure (y/n) was treated with respect, if not love. But, Apollo—he could not meet her in the eye. Apollo could never forgive (y/n) for being born, for ruining his sister’s reputation. And he knew, in his heart, that her disappearance was due to (y/n) in some way.

When the prophecy was about to be announced, (y/n) was seated in the far back, so far Apollo could barely see her until he looked around and spotted her. She looked sad; she always looked sad, but there was something about her sadness that day that sent fear into his heart. Turning away, he noticed a frail old woman in the middle of the grand hall, the Oracle, about to give her final prophecy.

    “As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side,” Apollo blinked before standing up, Zeus’ ushering him to sit down, and Delphi continued, “And when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years.”

‘The fates go to sleep?’ Apollo couldn’t understand. Turning to his niece, he saw fear had clouded her mind. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, and he knew it and felt it. He sensed the death in the air, circling around her.  

“And once their slumber ends, then shall arise the new moon,” Delphi pointed towards where (y/n) was sitting, whose eyes were wide now. “Who completes her final hunt, ending Zeus’s fate as King. All his henchman made of blood and stone will erode at her hunt, and Olympus will no longer be a land for the Gods.”

When Delphi stopped, (y/n) ran. Apollo let out a breath but not of relief, he knew this was bad. He knew his sister was dead, in his heart he knew, and he was going to witness his niece suffer the same fate. He closed his eyes and felt his father bring forth a storm.

    But, Apollo knew where she would go. Phokis, to her mother’s temple. He’d meet her there.

(y/n) ran, but she knew she’d be caught. Within the palace, Zeus had eyes everywhere. He knew where she went and where she could go, there was almost no escape if she was inside. She couldn’t register the prophecy, she couldn’t think about anything but her mother. Did her mother know? Was that why she left?

Was that why the fates declared her dead?

Clutching the dagger her mother had given her, a day before disappearing, (y/n) made it to the exit, that peaked over Mt. Olympus, but screamed when a massive force hit her left hip. There was blood everywhere, and the javelin stopped a few feet ahead of her. Turning to spot one of Zeus’ henchmen, the Boar as he called himself, (y/n) got back up on her feet and ran.

She knew his henchmen were made from his blood, she knew they were neither human nor God, they were his creation just as sand and stone. They had no life, but only motive—the motive was to serve Zeus in anyway they could.

Leaning over a bridge that overlooked the forests, (y/n) fell backwards before the Boar threw another javelin at her. And thus, she would run. To the temple where her mother always took her.

❅

In New York, on that strange night, (y/n) felt absolutely alone. There was not a single soul in the world left who cared if she lived or died. Her uncle had saved her life as a favor to his sister, but that was all. Now, she was on her own, in a strange place filled with strange people. As she walked on the streets towards nowhere but an unfamiliar darkness, (y/n) felt a grief in her heart that resembled fear. Her stomach churned and her wound burned, her mind was clouded with a sorrow only she knew, and she yawned more times than she could count.

A second later, grief turned to a haunting fear, causing her eyes to widen. A clap of thunder could be heard in the skies, New York was getting ready to pour. The rain meant Zeus could find her, the second one drop fell on her skin, Zeus would know where she was. She looked around for shelter and found none; the smell in the air changed, it smelt like it was going to rain.

Please, she prayed to her mother, knowing she was dead and couldn’t hear her. Please, she prayed to her uncle, wondering if he had given up on her. Please, she prayed to no one, letting go of hope.

Hands wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up in the air. Opening her eyes, she looked at Spiderman’s masked face, holding her as he swung in the air.

    “Are you a God?” She asked, swearing she knew every God in Midgard, but not having heard of this creature.

Spiderman chuckled before saying, “Nah, Thor and Loki are Gods. I’m just a regular superhero.”

Superhero? She thought before clutching on to him as tightly as she could, not wanting to fall.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t let go.” He said, tightening his grasp around her.

    “How are you doing this?”

    “You have a lot of questions for a little girl.”

(y/n) frowned, “You’re as tall as I am.”

    “Am not!” Spiderman fought back, causing her to roll her eyes.

    “And you sure can fight.” Spiderman grumbled.

    “I’m sorry. I thought you were a freak.” She heard him chuckle.

Dropping her on a building, it hadn’t rained yet. She quickly ran under cover, looking up to the sky in caution.

    “You don’t like the rain?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to give him anymore information about herself. She didn’t know who he was, and there was no way she could trust a man with a mask.

    “Alright, listen. I know you’ve runaway from someplace. I won’t ask. But, you’re hurt and you need to get that checked. This is a shelter for the homeless, and I know it sounds terrible, it’s run by this amazing person named May Parker, and I’m sure you’ll be comfortable here. They have food and they can keep you away from the rain.” Spiderman told her.

She didn’t want to trust him, but she also looked like she was contemplating on taking his help.

    “You can trust me, you don’t know who I am and I don’t know who you are. Sometimes, it’s better this way to trust someone, right?”

(y/n)’s eyes widened. She looked up at Spiderman and found no expression. He was right, he was someone she didn’t know, in this strange place, who was trying to help her out. She nodded once before watching him fist bump the air, and then clearing his throat. (y/n) smiled at him once, before biting her lip and letting him lead her downstairs.

On approaching a middle-aged woman, who was wearing glasses, Spiderman waved at her and pointed to (y/n).

    “Hey, May!”

May was a beautiful woman, with a warm smile. Smiling at Spiderman and then turning to (y/n), her eyes widened in fear upon noticing her wound. She immediately called for first aid.

    “Goodness, how did this happen?”

(y/n) stupidly looked at Spiderman and scrunched up her eyebrows. Gesturing randomly a couple of times, he blurted out, “Uh, she was mugged. Yeah! She was mugged. It was terrible. She’s fine otherwise, and um, so…” He turned to her, noticed her nod once, and continued, “She’ll need to stay here a couple of days. Is that cool?”

May rolled her eyes. A nurse came to her side in a second and she said, “She can stay here for as long as she likes. But, you’ll need to go back to school once this is all over.”

(y/n) looked at Spiderman and smiled. The man or boy in the mask gave her a thumbs up before walking away. (y/n) sighed, before letting the nurse treat her wound. It seemed alright, for the time being, since she was away from Olympus and Zeus, and everything that was perhaps trying to hunt her down. May led her to a bed after that, and (y/n) took off her jacket and lay down. She wasn’t hungry, but May promised to bring down some food for her after some time.

I miss you, she thought about her mother as she shut her eyes. She didn’t know for sure if this place was completely safe, but for some reason, she wanted to trust Spiderman. He seemed familiar in a way that made her feel at home—you feel familiar with a person you’ve never met before because they’re being kind to you. And Spiderman was being kind to her.

Closing her eyes, as she drifted off to sleep, (y/n) thought of Artemis.

❅

It had been a couple of hours since she had seen her mother. Something was strange—the air smelled different and there was a looming fear in her heart. Birds were flying as if a cyclone was about to hit them, animals were losing their mind. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, but Zeus was not angry, not that she knew of. She wanted to find her mother, and ask her what was wrong, but Artemis was nowhere to be found.

Ignoring the growing fear in her heart, she made her way to Apollo’s chambers, wanting to ask her uncle where her mother was. She knew her uncle didn’t like her very much, but this was about his sister—someone he definitely loved with all his heart. Apollo had always been cold to her, not wanting to speak to her for more than required, and not wanting any sort of other interaction with her. (y/n) respected his space, but this was important.

Knocking on his door, (y/n) gulped when he opened in a jiffy. Apollo grunted when he saw his niece standing there, but looked at her questioningly.

    “Mom…” Apollo was alerted. “She’s…gone. I can’t find her. I can’t reach her either. I don’t know—”

    “I thought she was with you.” Apollo whispered, his eyes narrowing.

(y/n)’s heart dropped.

    “N-No…” (y/n) was not normally a shy or timid person, but fear does this to children whose parents are missing.

    “When was the last time you saw her?”

Tell no one I gave you that dagger, her mother had instructed her before she walked into her temple.

    “Her temple in Phokis. We were there, but she asked me to come back. I thought she’d come after… after she finished her work there.” (y/n) was lying, and Apollo knew. But he knew that his niece had last seen her in Artemis’ temple.

    “I’ll go check the temple. The winds are not good. Stay inside. Try reaching her with your mind. She hears your calls.” Apollo snapped, before moving past her.

Artemis had given (y/n) a dagger with greek inscriptions on it. She had told her daughter that this dagger would be important and useful later, but she didn’t know why.

    “I don’t even know how to use it,” (y/n) said, frowning.

    “You will.” Artemis said, smiling at her.

Greece loved Artemis and Apollo, the star twins. Apollo was loved and respected as the sun was, music and poetry celebrated all over Greece. And animals adored Artemis, revering in her beauty and grace, women prayed to her for good fortune and health, her presence made things better for them. Slowly, (y/n) understood that their fame made Zeus’ look smaller in the eyes of the people in Greece and invariably in Olympus as well. And Zeus did not like it very much.

Married to Hera, Zeus often found himself jealous of his own children—a fact that brew fear in (y/n)’s heart, each time Artemis or Apollo were openly respected. And that night, when the moon did not show, (y/n) knew. She knew in her heart that she would never see her mother again.

❅

After what felt like an eternity, (y/n) woke up to complete silence. She opened her eyes and saw that it might be midday, she had slept for more than 14 hours. Slowly, she got up and sat on the bed and saw no one around her. All the beds in that large hall were empty, soiled, and eerily quiet.

    “Hello?” She said, it sounding almost like a whisper.

Getting up, she moved down the hall and saw more dust, scattered everywhere like something, somewhere had stopped from working.

    “Anyone?” She heard shuffling, but she wasn’t sure if it was a person.

On the streets, she saw cars, stopped, unmoving, no person in the road or the cars. The cars had hit each other and were dented in the front and back, the skies were empty and slowly turning dark, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Gasping, she turned around and saw more dust on the roads, and some dust flying in the air.

Dust was present where people once were. And the prophecy rang clearly in her head.

And when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years.

❅

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