#kassandra of sparta x reader

[pixievi]

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[smartycvnt]

Rough smut headcanons with Kassandra?

Kassandra loves showing off her strength and aggression sometimes

She'll lift you up and fuck you against a wall if you let her

The hand marks on your ass and bruises on your hips from her fingers pressing in will be there for a week at least

Kassandra makes a game of how hard she can thrust while keeping the sex enjoyable sometimes

This is when she really likes overstimulating you

[sunflowersandforgetmenots]

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

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

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

Pairing: Kassandra x Reader

Genre: Soulmate; No Smut

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

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

But they never saw the big picture. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she found her. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emean-aep-sivney]

Perfection

AC: Odyssey Pairing: Kassandra x Reader Words: 912 Warnings: None

You can't help but think about how much you love to spend your evenings like this. Kassandra always finds ways to pull you off into one of your favorite corners of the world. This time, she pulled you away from home to bring you just outside of the city, to a tree sitting atop a hill. You made sure to tell her how much of a romantic she was for preparing a blanket and a few pillows for the two of you unlike the last few times. It didn't take long for you both to find yourself comfortable under the tree. Kassandra laid back against you as she sat between your legs. You couldn't ask for a more perfect place or position to be in. 

You couldn't help but study every part of her that you could. You thought the way the setting sun casts its light made her glow in a way only the Gods are capable of. Every curve, both soft and harsh, on her face makes her look as if she was carved from stone- prepared to be the most beautiful statue on display wherever she is. Every strand of hair looks like the most perfect silk as it falls around her face.

Kassandra thinks the same, if not better, of you each time she looks at you. Every inch of your skin is perfect to her, softer than anything she has ever touch. Every time she looks into your eyes she can't help but find herself lost, wondering how you keep so much of her world trapped in such a simple gaze. The way you laugh and smile is enough to light up her life and make her forget it's getting dark out. She isn't able to describe the things she's willing to do for you.

It's all its own little bubble in the middle of the world, the air standing still as everything carries on around you. The only thing either of you focus on is your breathing, the way Kassandra rests against you, the comfort you have with your hands on her skin: all of it is more perfect than either of you could ask for. The way the shadows of the leaves fall over her shoulders and contour her every muscle and scar causes your eyes to roam. Nature seems to find a way to kiss her in every way you crave. 

A finger traces up one of the long scars decorating her bicep. You sigh as you hug closer to Kassandra's back, smiling when she leans back in response. A small kiss is pressed to her shoulder while you hum, so very content in the moment. You can't help but smile at it all. The contact, the peace, the knowledge that you two will do this as many times as your lives allows.

"Y/N?"

The way she says your name pulls you out of the trance. Her eyes trace over your features as your face softens. Behind her eyes is all the love you've ever wanted to see. "Sorry, did you say something?" your voice is hardly over a whisper, smiling as she looks at you.

Kassandra removes your hand from her arm as she sits up a bit, giving it a squeeze. She laughs lightly- a sound that is nothing but pure perfection. "I asked if you were ready to return home," a playful eyebrow is raised while she looks at you. Even after all this time, being under her gaze still makes your breath catch and your heart start to speed.

You look out at the sky, the city cloaked in gold under the setting sun. You shake your head slightly, clearing your throat, "Not yet… It's hardly dark." You move to press a kiss to her shoulder. Kassandra only smiles and nods before returning to lay back against you. The way her body finds its way against yours is like two pieces of a puzzle connecting perfectly: a perfect fit and a perfect picture. 

She runs a hand up and down your leg as she keeps her gaze forward. The city is starting to slow as night approaches. Lanterns are starting to be lit and taverns are starting to fill with people. Kassandra's eyes fall on the children returning home for the evening, parents standing in doorways as they wait for them to enter. Then she looks off to the couples walking the streets, young and old. She thinks about how she much prefers sitting here with you, in your own little place away from others.

A few moments of comfortable silence passes before Kassandra looks up at you and speaks. "Won't they be looking for you?" there's a teasing look on her face, "Are you sure you don't want to start heading home?"

You laugh lightly, resting your head onto her shoulder. "No, I want to stay here," you turn and press a kiss to her cheek, something she accepts with a soft smile. "We can stay here." With that, you both return to the your little paradise as you lay together. The sun isn't far from fully setting, but the night is far from over as long as you two are together. Your minds return to how perfect the other is, hands delicately caressing the other wherever they can, and, again, the only thing that matters is the bubble you two find yourself trapped in. As far as you're both concerned, nothing can make this night much more perfect.

[wunderschon-lieblich]

Fuck It I’m Not Done

Biker headcanons for the AC Women that torment my brain

@kassandras-one-braincell you’ve broken me with this tbh I'm in shambles (affectionate) OG post here also NSFW warning this is a no minors post (or at the very least stop at the warning gdi)

Soma is sophisticated and expensive. Not gonna say too much here since I went into more detail previously but~ Imagine vintage restored bikes that are shiny and perfect all lined up in a pristine garage space with polished tool boxes that are filled with all her necessities to work on them and keep them gleaming. Professionally photographed, framed posters of you posed with her bikes adorn the walls of the space. She even picked lingerie to match each bike!

She only really rides one or two of her collection regularly, the majority are mostly for show. I imagine she’d have a cruiser with a good passenger seat on the back so she can take you on long scenic rides to beautiful locations, and you can bet your ass she’d have it shipped overseas on your vacations so she can take you all over the world on it. Soma is all class and polish, so her riding gear would definitely reflect that. High quality leather and helmets with coms will keep the two of you safe, comfortable and connected on your rides. She would probably have matching riding suits custom made for the two of you. I could just see her doing that.

Kassandra as the cocky performance rider. She’d have pick up lines for days, all the innuendo about taking you for a ride and how she knows how to handle curves. She’d chat you up good, and land a date for that same weekend.

She’d show up with an extra helmet and jacket for you, and she’d make sure it was all properly adjusted. In the og post about this concept, it says that you kiss her right when the helmets come off. I agree, and I’d say that you want to kiss her the moment she slides the helmet onto you and starts doing up the chin straps. For anyone who’s never worn a motorcycle helmet, they don’t have a clip like one for a bicycle would, it’s a strap that gets looped through two d-rings, and it’s kinda tricky at first. So, imagine: gazing up at her while she’s looking all intently at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, her fingertips working the thin strap quickly and efficiently on muscle memory. When she’s done she puts her hands on either side of it to check that it’s snug on your head and looks into your eyes for a moment longer than necessary. It’s electric.

When you arrive and she takes hers off, you’re still kind of fumbling with the unfamiliar clasp. She notices and hooks a finger through the loop, giving it a quick tug to undo it and free you of the helmet, whole time she's got that sexy little smile on her face. She takes it off of you and sets it on the seat behind you, arms reaching around your body to do so. At that moment you’re looking up at her and she’s so close. You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and up on your toes to steal a kiss. She’s a little surprised but doesn’t falter about kissing you back. Her hands rest so naturally on your waist. It’s short and sweet and leaves you both giddy with butterflies.

Your first date with her would be something sweet and romantic like taking you to a fancy park or perhaps a botanical garden. You’d walk around holding hands for hours and she’d be all chuffed that you gave her a kiss upon arrival to the date location. It would make her feel so confident and bold, wrapping her arms around you and allowing the affection to flow naturally. I think she would feel nervous about it being too much too soon but you just lean into it and look at her with stars in your eyes and it shuts that doubt right up. Very much a uhaul lesbian relationship in this case you would just fall so completely for each other and be comfortable together immediately. First date lasting three days kind of love story.

Eivor does motocross competitively and is a big name in the game. She also does trail riding but it’s more for fun so not her focus. She’s definitely the most reckless rider of the bunch but takes protective precautions seriously, bc she knows that she loves to go fast, push limits and pull stunts. However, if anyone else is on the bike with her she’s much more cautious and safe with her driving. She'd def pop some wheelies with you on the back if you were ok with it.

In this au I think she’d have a modest but comfortable house pretty far out of town on a decent chunk of land. She’d have a practice track built in her backyard with a trail looping around the edge and through the woods of her property. She’d do laps every day to stay at the top of her game, and just to enjoy the ride.

Her garage would be well organized but not shiny and fancy like Soma’s. Hers is functional and well used, in a separate building from the main house. Very Dad's Garage vibes in there I think. She’d love working on her own bikes, but I think she’d leave her competition bike’s maintenance to her trusted pro mechanic Gunnar.

Now I mentioned in my last reblog how I imagine they’d all have pics of you on their motorcycles, and that they’d have very different vibes.

Soma and Kassandra would display them like a trophy. Not publicly, but up on the walls of their own spaces. Eivor? She’s possessive. She wouldn’t want to have a photographer ruining the intimacy of your photos no matter who it was.

(here's where it gets nsfw)

Eivor would ride the two of you out to a nice secluded part of her property. A wooded area where she has a picnic table set up. You’d be all wrapped up in her riding jacket and pants, underneath them would be a pretty little number she picked for you, something simple and sexy like a matching bra and panty set with some lace. (I think Eivor is a bit too simple minded to prefer elaborate lingerie. Just show her something hot that she knows how to remove without finding a thousand clasps please and thank you)

She’d prop the bike up on its stand and use a Polaroid camera to take the pictures. The first ones you’re in the matching set with her jacket and your boots still on, straddling the bike with your hands on the bars as if you’re driving. She gets multiple angles, from the side so she can appreciate your legs, from the front so she can admire your breasts peeking out from the opening of her jacket.

The whole time she’d praise you saying “that’s a good girl, posing so pretty for me, now lean back let me see you- ah just like that, gods you’re perfect” she’s such a sexy photographer. By the time she’s done you’re about ready to hump the seat til you cum and she’s so horny she’s breathing manually. She knew that would happen, of course, and wore a strap under her jeans for the occasion.

After your photo shoot, she takes the dildo out of her harness and slides it back inside you, then helps you put her clothes back on over your underwear. She has you ride back with her to the house while you’re stuffed full like that. Every bump and jolt makes you whimper and dig your fingers into her. It’s not a long ride but you’re ready to rip every shred of her clothes off by the time you’re back

The pictures are kept in a cabinet by her work bench, there’s a few on the inside of the door held up with magnets, mostly the first few from the session, where you’re still partially clothed and gazing at the camera with your pretty, sultry eyes. The rest are tucked away in a small black photo album for her eyes only, the last few depict you laid back on the seat, bra gone, one of her strong hands cupping your breast. You’re holding your panties to the side, wet cunt stuffed full of her strap, your kissed bruised lips are parted in a moan. She keeps that one very secret, and takes it with her whenever she has to travel without you.

anyway now that you know I'm a total whore for this concept

This is my first time posting a full on hc set like this lemme know what you think and read the og post if you haven't yet! It sent me spiraling into madness <3

[kiatheinsomniac]

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You check on the bread in the fire oven to watch it steadily rise, seeing how it bubbles up towards the sky and begins to toast golden, covered in some aromatic herbs that you know will go excellently with the dips that you have already prepared in the kitchen, covered by a cloth to protect them from any stray insects that might find their way into your home while your attention is elsewhere. The weather has warmed significantly as of late and so you don’t really have it in you to work over a hot stove for long and cook with whatever meal you would have going in the pot or pan. Today, dinner would just be bread with an assortment of meats, cheeses and fruits - you had not the energy for much else with the hot weather making the air hang heavily all about you, making your moves slower, sluggish, sweat glistening upon your skin. 

You make your way over to the basin in order to dip your hands into the water, rubbing its coolness over your wrists, chest and the back of your neck in an attempt to cool your body. Oh, how you couldn’t wait for this heatwave to pass over so that the weather can return to its habitual state. You could only pray to Apollo and Helios that they would soon show mercy but in the meantime you praise Artemis and Selene for the kindness and reprieve of their feminine and silvery moonlight as opposed to their counterparts whose sunlight beat down on you like the brunt of a mighty warrior’s shield. 

You hum a little tune to yourself as you work around the kitchen, preparing food for when you know your sweetheart will be done with her contracts. You used to worry for her safety but Kassandra is the toughest woman you know: she stands for no disrespect, she’s built like an Olympic champion. You hope that her skills will one day get the two of you off this island once she has saved up the money or made the right connections. The two of you whisper about it at night beneath Nyx’s blanket of stars, the glittering stars of her creations the only witnesses to the fantasies that you share between your lips. She promises that she will give you the life you deserve, beyond the limited borders of Kephallonia, that she will get a boat large enough for the two of you to sail to the mainland on. She will buy land and you will tend to it while she works on contract to bring home money to you, eager always to come home to her beloved wife; for she promises the two of you will marry and all the Gods shall bear witness and drink to your union. 

You smile fondly to yourself as you recall the memory, the sounds of crickets chirping in the nearby foliage, the soft crashing of waves on the local shore of the island, the salt carried in the breeze. You wonder if you will one day live so far inland with your love that you will smell the spring blossoms more so than sea salt, that Persephone’s return will fill the air more than Posideon’s rule. 

Kephallonia’s statue of Zeus is mighty but you have heard travelling merchants talk of temples upon great mountains; to Athena, to Aphrodite, to Apollo. You gaze upon the blue sails of Athenian ships and you wonder just how busy the city of scholars may be, you wonder what Sparta’s wall-free borders must look like from a distance. You think of exploring markets with your love, with Kassandra, knowing that no matter where you are, no matter where you go, you will feel hope so long as you can hold her hand, feel your fingertips caress her callouses as she squeezes your palm and fingers in return. So long as she is by your side, you know that she and her glinting, broken spear shall defend your life.

You have known that spear for as long as you have known Kassandra as the two of them are inseparable – she even sleeps with it upon the bedside table. You have joked time and time again that it will soon fuse with her palm if she does not allow herself a break from time to time. That is something you often worry about when it comes to the woman who has possessed your heart: Kassandra is an incredible fighter, the best you have ever seen – you’d put drachmae on it – but she didn’t know when to rest at times. You do not worry that she will be outmatched but you do worry that she will walk into a fight disadvantaged by fatigue, thirst or hunger. It is why you do your best to assure that you keep her well-fed and rested whenever you can, to entice her to stay longer with food, gifts, open arms and the warm embraces they can give. She is determined to leave and create a better future for the two of you but that future cannot exist if she works herself to death before it can be realised. 

Once more, you wander over to the oven in order to check on the bread, covered in aromatic herbs and turning a beautiful gold beneath the fire. Everything else is ready and waiting in the kitchen, as are you, for Kassandra’s return. You close your eyes and a smile dances gently upon your lips as you think of your love, of the lives ahead of you beyond the shores of this little island. It’s always wonderful when your misthios comes home. She always has a smile on her face as she shows you the drachma she’s made. You both pour over how it brings you a little closer to the mainland, a little further from Kephallonia and you’d enjoy seeing her muscles unwind and relax as she sat down and ate with her. This is the image you have in your mind when you hear footsteps approaching the door. 

But the little fantasy of your habitual domestic life is shattered when she’s leaning on the doorframe for support and there’s blood all over her.

“Kass!” You lunge forwards to help catch her, looking over her shoulder to assure that she hasn’t been followed; though, deep down, you know that she never would have come home if she knew that she had enemies on her tail, even if she were in a worse condition than she already is. It had happened only once and she swore to you that she would ascertain it would never ever happen again. “What happened?! Come, sit!” You find yourself panicking but try to get a hold of yourself. Your other half is the one who’s strong for you all the time but now it’s your turn to be strong for her. 

“They brought a lot more friends with them than I had thought.” She winces as she takes a seat. You could wash up the pillows later but for now you had to stop the healing and get her cleaned up. You keep a box of medical supplies for the instance in which this very situation comes to be. You take out strips of fabric to use as bandages and add pressure and you bring the basin over to the table nearby Kassandra so that you can begin cleaning away some of the half-dried blood in order to get a better look at what you’re working with. 

But her armour was in the way and so you began to pull at the straps and buckles methodically to cast it all aside. The metal rattles against the hard surface of the floor as it piles up; like the pillows, it too will need to be cleaned later. “So eager to undress me, γλυκιά μου (my sweet)~” She flirts and you can only return her bloodied smile with a half-hearted glare. How can she joke in a time like this when you’re fretting over her health? She only gives a little laugh at your sharp look and, as much as you had been angry a moment before, it calms you down. If she’s alright enough to make jokes then you don’t need to worry so much and, instead of panicking, you can carefully focus on tending to the misthios who has stolen your heart.

The faintest of smiles ghosts across your lips that had previously been curled down in an anxious frown, quivering with worry for Kassandra. She knows you better than anyone else who walks the world – she knew that some humour would make you relax, would make you realise that you could calm down and approach this with a much more level-headed manner. She trusts you with her life, she trusts you to nurse her back to health so long as she can drag herself to your doorstep. You endeavour to prove that her trust in you and your abilities is not misplaced. 

You begin by wetting a clean cloth and trying to wipe away the dried blood from her olive skin, already littered with scars that spoke of her history like the etching of legends upon stone tablets. Her muscles glimmer with the water-thinned blood as you diligently clean her up. Once you determine that her wounds are no longer bleeding as much as they initially must have been, you set to mixing up a balm with some ingredients that you have on hand in order to help the healing process. You apply the sticky honey mixture to her wounds and then wrap them in bandages to keep them clean. 

Your anxiety completely dissolves as you walk through this process with her and she looks at you with the warmest brown eyes you have ever bore witness to. As you kneel by her side, wrapping her bicep in bandages, your head dips down to sweetly kiss a large scar that runs over her shoulder. As you tie off the bandage, you lift her forearm to your lips to kiss yet another scar there. You reach for another bandage but are stopped by Kassandra’s alloused and worn palm upon your soft cheek, turning your head so that she can take in your face. 

You must be her very own Hellen of Troy, she decided long ago when she first met you. Kassandra sees you as a blessing from Aphrodite herself who surely must have sculpted you in her image so that you can walk this world as a testament to the existence of the goddess of beauty, only able to exist thanks to her divine hands. Now, the roughened pad of her thumb tugs gently at your pillowy bottom lip, feeling the warmth of the mouth that had just pressed the tenderest kisses to her peach-coloured scars. 

What did she do to deserve such a thing as sweet and beautiful as you in her life? What had she done that the gods had decided to usher you into her life as a gift of the divine, a sample of ambrosia in this mortal world? The corner of her scarred lips quirk up into a smile and your eyes flit between hers as you try to figure out what’s going on in her head. Kassandra then leans in and kisses you lightly, almost experimentally. She treats you like you could crumble to dust should she be too harsh on you. But once her anxieties seem to quell, she pressed her mouth to yours with much more surety and kisses you in a way that gives you just the briefest glimpse of the bottomless well of passion she harbours in her heart for you. 

You pull away by only a few inches afterwards, your warm breaths mingling, Kassandra’s eyes glued still to your mouth, wanting your lips swollen gently with her kisses so that she can leave a lasting part of herself upon you if only to be able to say that she was lucky enough to be born in the same era of one so brilliant as you who had stolen her heart right from the vault of her chest. You can’t help the soft giggle that slips past those very lips her eyes are fixed upon. You will yourself to pull away so that you can continue to patch up your lover. 

When you are done securing her in honeyed balm and clean bandages, you strip the pillows of their cases and begin heating up water in the kitchen so that you can clean them. Her armour can be cleaned and polished in the morning, you haven’t the energy to do that tonight too. 

“Come, I was preparing dinner before you arrived.” You beckon your misthios into the kitchen where the bread is finished baking and has now cooled and you have a variety of cured meats and some cheese with sliced fruits and a salad prepared. Again, it is not the most extravagant meal but the heat of the season has made you more lethargic than usual and so you didn’t have it in you to cook over the searing heat of a fire. 

Kassandra sits right by your side, her toned thigh pressed to yours beneath the table as she begins picking at the food you’ve prepared. It might not be a full-on meal but she’s beyond thankful for anything you make for her, especially after the day she’s had and how incredibly you’ve just handled patching her up after she stumbled through the door so wounded. You’re the beat in her heart, the breath in her lungs, the very electricity dancing through her every nerve and she might survive without you but she knows she could never live. 

She recounts her day to you and your heart stutters as she gets to where she suddenly realised how outnumbered she was. She managed to get away – as you know with having her sitting and telling her tale to you over dinner – but she hadn’t got rid of them all and so she wanted to see you on your guard when she is to go out in the days to come in order to eradicate the loose ends of her contract so that she can collect her money, your money, she insists as everything of hers is yours. 

She watches you with enamoured eyes as you clean up after the two of you, like you so often do. She rises from her seat as you finish up and tucks some hair behind your ear, pressing her lips to your forehead. 

“Go relax for a while, γλυκιά μου (my sweet).” She insists, her words mumbled against your brow as her nose nudges against you and her hands gently caress the swells of your hips beneath her palms. “I’ll run you a bath, you deserve it. Let me look after you now, alright?” Your brow furrows slightly as she pulls away a little to look down at you part your lips to protest – Kassandra is the wounded one, not you. Her finger presses to your mouth. “Shh. Let me pamper you? It’ll make me happy to care for you as you’ve done for me; as you’ve always done for me.” You release the softest of sighs. 

“Very well. Don’t strain yourself though, ok?” She affirms your condition with a nod of her head and you go to relax in bed for a while, curling up on your side. You can hear Kassandra moving around to prepare your bath for you, water sloshing and drowning out the more distant sound of the waves crashing upon the nearby coastline of the island. The scent of lavender faintly wafts into your nostrils as you lay with your head upon the plush pillow, your arms tucked under it to cradle it around your head as you lay on your belly with your body turned slightly to one side. You face the door so that you can watch your lover when she walks through it to fetch you. 

You had been terribly worried when you saw her covered in half-dried blood as she staggered through the door and, in the moment, you hadn’t realised just how much you were panicking until you looked back on it now. But you have patched her up, shared a meal with her, are now relaxing in the bed you share while she returns the favour and draws a bath for you. After a short while, you hear her footsteps patter into the room and she perches on the edge of the bed next to you, her weight making the mattress sink down. 

The misthios leans down over you and presses her lips tenderly to your forehead, beginning to pepper kisses in trails like waterfalls from your temples down to your cheeks, keeping an even balance on either side of your face: first the left and then the right. The corners of your mouth tug up into a smile as your eyes slip closed and you simply enjoy the feeling of her soft, scar-dissected lips pressing to your skin, her breath fanning over your face in gentle exhales. Her fingertips dance across the curve of your jaw, so gentle it almost tickles and you feel one of her arms slide behind your knees. Her other strong arm works its way beneath your shoulders and you let out a breathy laugh as she hoists you up in her arms. 

Kassandra knows you’re strong and capable enough to manage yourself but she always loved to show you that you should never need to use those capabilities of yours, that she will always be there for you. Never again would she allow a situation to come to be wherein you need to defend herself without her there standing in front of you to protect you. Her hands glide over your body to unfasten your clothes, letting them pool in a puddle around your feet. She spends a moment grazing her fingers across your skin as though it were the finest foreign silk or velvet that she had ever been given the privilege of feeling. Her lips graze across the slopes of your shoulders as her hands caress the plains of your waist. You feel the warmth of her muscular body press to your back for a while and her nose nudges against your neck, her breath and eyelashes tickling you slightly. 

“I love you…” She breathes out, unsure what else to say. The words cannot quite carry the weight of her emotions, taking only a small portion of them and carrying them over to you but she cannot find a single comprehensible way of phrasing just what you stir up in her. She does not think that any set of words in her vocabulary can possibly be strung together in a way that can contain her love for you. 

She pulls a stool up beside the bathtub and helps you ease into the warm water. The heat soothes your muscles and melts away much of the tension that you hadn’t realised you were still carrying in your body. Kassandra coaxes you to lay back in the water, hair fanning about in tendrils around your head and framing you like a halo. The word ‘smitten’ does not quite describe how she looks at you. She looks as though you are the sun Helios pulls across the sky, the moon Selene draws across the night, the stars Nyx cast into the sky, the Spring beauty announcing Persephone’s return to her mother. She cannot picture a greater beauty for her mortal eyes to lay upon in this realm. 

Delicately, she wets your hair and caresses her fingers across your scalp, massaging in nourishing oils and layering your hair in soaps. Consistently, she plants kisses across your face and smiles down at you. Kassandra leads a life that is full of action and violence; so long as she has a contract, her days are fast-paced and with little rest. That is, right up until she comes home to you. The moment you are in her vicinity, life slows right down and it seems she is finally able to catch up and catch her breath. You are her sanctuary and should anything fatal ever befall you, the Greek world shall see Kassandra possessed by Nemesis herself to see that your justice is realised. 

Her calloused fingers smooth over wet, scarred skin just beneath your right collarbone. It was the sort of scar that would never fade, that would persistently push the misthios to assure your safety. She was careful today in making sure she would not be followed home but it was a behaviour she had learned as a result of her past mistake. Once in the past, she had not been so careful and as you tried to assess her wounds, the door had been broken in by those who had harmed Kassandra. She had watched in awe as you took up a spear and shield that your lover had previously only thought of as being for display right up until those men were sent running, stumbling over their feet due to their injuries. It was the one time that you had defended Kassandra against danger and not the other way around and she would never forget it. 

Her throat tightens slightly as she recalls how the spear sank into your chest and in that split second when she couldn’t quite see where you had been hit, she worried that your heart had been pierced, her heart, the one you had given her. Thankfully, you had managed to put enough distance between yourself and the assailant that it didn’t go right through you but the scar was deep, prominent and the wound had wept with great amounts of blood. Kassandra could not recall a time in her life that the coppery smell had ever made her feel as ill as it did when she worried she was about to lose you, her other half. 

Now, she leans down and presses her lips to the wound in the most passionate of kisses, her soft mouth pouring her love over your marred skin. She swallows hard as she withdraws slowly, so overwhelmed by the feelings you stir up within her that she’s beyond sure Eros has shot arrow upon arrow into her back in order to possess her with the profoundest love she has for you. 

“So many legends are full of lovesick fools,” She begins in a quiet but sincere voice, “and I once sneered at them for their stupidity. But now I understand. I’d go to the Underworld for you, I’d launch a thousand ships for you, I’d face the trials of Psyche. I could say I’d die for you but I’d rather live for you.” A smile and a little giggle plays upon your lips as she pours her heart out to you like this. You reach your fingers out of the water and stroke some of her hair behind her ear, wetting it in the process just so you can get a better look at her sun kissed face. 

“When did you become a poet, hm?” You muse. 

“You bring it out in me.” She returns your smile and leans in so that your breaths mingle once more. Your other hand reaches out of the water so that you cup her jaw in one palm while the other rests at the nape of her neck, keeping her close to you. Meanwhile her palm has pressed over your scar from the spear while the other is cupping your cheek, the pad of her roughened thumb caressing over your soft skin in the tenderest of touches. 

“I love you.” Your words fall out on a breath, barely above the volume of a whisper. 

“I love you doesn’t even begin to cover it.” She flashes you that smile which makes your heart stutter and your belly fill with butterflies every time as she pulls you in closer and your lips melt into a warm and sweet kiss. You yearn for this moment to last forever and yet you cannot wait to tend to her all day tomorrow so that she can heal and the two of you, hand in hand, can take another step closer to the life that you will have beyond the borders of this island. 

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[sweetmeldies]

we love a leap of faith

[demigoddessqueens]

Assassin's reactions to you trying to learn their native language?

Sure thing!

altair

He’s standing in the doorway when he hears you practicing some words in Arabic. He does commend your efforts for learning but let the master show you how. He is a patient tutor, and he thinks it’s cute when you learn ‘habibi’

edward

I know he speaks English but he is from Wales

If you speak Welsh, it feels like “coming home” for him. A familiar feeling that he feels comfortable with, you two carrying on full conversations in Welsh sometimes.

shay

Kinda same thing for Shay

Speaking Irish Gaeilge/Gaelic is a “safe, familiar” feeling for him, and he’s more than eager to help teach you if you’re curious.

yusuf

Learning Turkish in your spare time is an endeavor but he’s so sweet about it, commending you for learning a new language and eagerly sets aside time for study lessons

ezio

He’s so flattered you’re learning Italian and he’s more into it than you are in trying to learn. But he’s also the super flirty one trying to teach you all the affectionate terms

connor

You’ve always been curious about him and figured a good way to know about him is to study his language. He heard you practicing one day when he comes to the Homestead, and swears his heart started to flutter. Sure he says he’s just trying to help, as if he’s not looking for a way to be closer to you.

aya and bayek

You a new recruit from a different region, and you knew said Founders were adamant about having skills. That being said, Aya commends you for learning the Egyptian dialect and Bayek is such a patient teacher.

arno

He’s going all in when you’re starting to learn French, thinking it sounds so cute when you’re trying to pronounce words and yes, teaches you the flirty ones first

kassandra

It’s nice to have such an accomplished tutor with Kassandra, and learning Greek just seems more fun when she teaches you. That and the other hundreds of dialects shes picked up over the centuries

eivor

Learning Nordic is not easy but whenever Eivor teaches you, it just sounds more melodic with how smooth their voice is you get lost in it

basim

I’d like to think he’d take a more direct approach in teaching you Arabic, dropping a few dialects he’s picked up in Baghdad or in the House of Knowledge.

Bonus

If you speak a different language around Jacob and Evie, I’d imagine they would be curious about learning a new dialect and would even drop a few new learned words around you

[kassandras-one-braincell]

im just saying

[e-wwis]

I'm back to singlehandedly feeding all of dyke enthusiast nation 🗣️‼️

I wonder what they're talking about...

[arcticmisthios]

Kassandra of Sparta is the most sexy girl in the world and she can top me anytime!

[pixievi]

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

[xthescarletbitch]

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

kassandra smut headcanons

18+, minors do NOT interact

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

word count: 1100+

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

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

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

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

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

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

let’s talk about occasion…

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

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

extra fluff ahead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

blurb

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

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

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

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

[songofsoma]

Sea Maiden

woah actually a second part??? who would've guessed (not me)

fandom: assassin’s creed odyssey pairing: kassandra x f!reader words: 1,533 rating: mature

read it on ao3

part 1 // part 2

All of your belongings that mattered had fit into a modest trunk, save the supplies you had purchased, which were slung over your shoulder in a thread-bare pack. 

You had been at the docks before the sun had even risen. Sleep had been impossible upon knowing that in mere hours you would be taken back into the loving embrace of your true love, the sea.

The docks were quiet. Only a few sailors roamed their respective decks, prepping for whatever journey the day would bring forth. You were sitting atop your trunk in front of the Adrestia while shifting through star maps that you could barely read in the dim light of breaking dawn. Above you, the sky was yawning a deep red through the fangs of sparse clouds, something to take note of before setting off. 

“You’re out early!” A familiar voice called.

Kassandra was standing at the railing, looking down at you with a broad smile and hands firmly square on her hips. 

You felt your lips curling to return the smile as you rolled up your maps and shoved them in your bag. “The Gods tried to strike me down multiple times on my way here. I successfully evaded them to get to you,” you joked.

She laughed heartily, hopping down onto the dock. Her hair was loose as if she had not yet prepared it for the day. But you found you liked it in this state, the unruly brunette curls being blown around by the wind, and her movements were fretfully charming. “I hope they will be forgiving. Having Poseidon capsize us with a great wave would be unfortunate.”

Kassandra insisted on carrying your chest aboard even when you insisted it wasn’t that heavy. It wasn’t a bad deal, however. You were able to watch the lean muscle of her arms work as she hoisted it up with a proud grin upon noticing your watchful gaze. 

“How long have you been itching to show off?” you asked in amusement, trying to muffle your obvious attraction.

“Long enough,” she admitted slyly before signaling you to follow her.

Already she was so forward. It was beginning to validate how she had clouded your thoughts for the past few days. Every corner you turned, a part of you selfishly hoped to run into the Eagle-Bearer. When you closed your eyes at night, you recalled how the small scar on her top lip tugged whenever she smiled or laughed. And you thought of her sitting across at your sad excuse of a kitchen table, talking so casually about how she was going to kill a man. That, you had to admit, had been rather sexy. 

She stepped onto the deck with ease, only needing a moment to balance the bulk of your luggage on her hip to grip the rope to tug herself aboard. Promptly, she set the chest down, offering a hand to you as if you hadn’t been coming on and off ships since you were a child. Still, something compelled you to accept her outstretched hand, feeling the warmth of her dry skin, calloused and rough from years of combat. 

Kassandra pulled you up with a force that made you stumble. You couldn’t prove it, but you swear she did it purposefully just to steady you with a hand on your waist. The touch was so purposeful and tender.

“Careful, my siren,” she murmured with a grin.

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You struggled for a response, your mind frantically spinning but coming up with nothing but static as your mouth opened uselessly.

“Kassandra!”

You peered over Kassandra’s shoulder to see a man approaching. Even with the intrusion, her hand still mingled at your waist. 

“Barnabas,” she greeted warmly. “Early rise today?”

“I can’t ever sleep before leaving port. I anticipate the open waters too much to rest.”

Barnabas was an older man with wind-swept grey hair and skin that may have well-been leather from decades beneath the unforgiving sun. His clothes were salt-crusted, sweat-stained, and honestly a bit tattered. A dichotomy of the misthios dressed in shining armor to cover her chest and a rich red fabric gathered around her waist with a leather belt with equally glorious blades. This man was the true pirate behind the Eagle-Bearer. 

“I have acquired us a new crew member.” Kassandra turned to face him. The warm skin of her palm slid over your lower back, so her hand settled on your other hip. You barely suppressed the shiver the contact brought. “She’s already got years of privateering under her belt but found herself stranded thanks to our now-dead target.” Her free hand gestured before her for emphasis as if she were recounting a record tale. 

You were acknowledged with a smile, smiling as if a father looked upon his beloved daughter. “Good to have you aboard. Welcome home, back to the sea where you belong.” He held out his hand.

You shook it firmly, unable to not return his smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to be home.”

Kassandra’s fingers pressed into your side and you found her to be grinning down at you. Dawn was yawning along the horizon, painting her golden skin with a deeper hue with the first breaches of sunlight. Sea breezes rustled the loose hair around her shoulders shifting the way her silhouette appeared against the purple sky. 

“Let me help you get set up before we set sail,” she offered, finally breaking away from your side to lift your crate. “Come with me.”

You nodded a goodbye to the old pirate before following Kassandra below deck. Wet wood, wine, and sweat filled your senses which truly meant you were home now. The scent alone brought back fond memories of laying below deck and being lulled to sleep by the rocking of the boat against gentle waves. Anticipation welled in your chance. It took great control to not stop in your tracks and recreate the sensation. There would be time for that later. 

Kassandra paused before a door and looked back at you. “You could sleep with the rest of the crew…”

“Or?” You asked, sensing an unasked question. 

Dark eyes flitted over you, taking their time before meeting your gaze. “I would share my cabin with you.”

Your brows raised in amusement. “By the Gods, misthios, do you ask all women you first meet by chance to share your bed?” The words were teasing, though they didn’t seem to affect her. 

“Only the exceptionally beautiful ones.” As she smiled it scar on her top lip tugged. You very suddenly found yourself wanting to trace it. With your finger? Your tongue? The Gods themselves only knew. 

“I do find myself being terribly lonely at night,” you mused, creeping a step closer. “You think you could keep me company well enough?”

Kassandra’s gaze wandered to your lips before clearing her throat and shifting her weight. “I believe I’m up to the challenge.”

You grinned as she pushed the door open, leading you into her quarters. The room was tiny. Just big enough to fit a bed fit for the size of two, a trunk in the corner, and a small desk you couldn’t even imagine Kassandra working behind. A polished piece of metal was propped up on the table, long leather cords in a pile in front of it. It must have been where she braided her hair each morning. 

She managed to squeeze your trunk beside her own. Yours was smaller. You didn’t have much to your name anyway. 

Kassandra turned to you with hands on her hips, that same smile tugging at her lips. “Does the lady find the situation to her liking?”

You hummed, running a finger over the surface of her table, and pretended to inspect it for dust. “It’ll do.”

She took a step closer as if to pin your hips against the edge of the desk. “I will be sure to make it…pleasurable. Is that comforting?”

“I’m inclined to let you try.” You boldly wound a strand of Kassandra’s coarse hair around your index finger, relishing in the way her gaze darkened. 

You didn’t miss the way she once again focused on your lips or the way she leaned in. Her hands gripped the desk on either side of you, caging you in so you were enveloped in the heat radiating from her body.

Your finger pressed to her lips made her pause. “It is a real shame we must set sail then, Captain.” The words were a purr and paired with a smile made of mischief. 

Kassandra huffed a curse under her breath. 

“You may get your kiss when you get me back to open water. You must bring me home, remember?” Your touch trailed away from her lips, avoiding her scar, you didn’t want to spoil that fantasy for yourself just yet. It traversed over her sharp jaw and down her neck until you hit the beginning of her breastplate.

“I guess I should go then if I want my reward.” She straightened. “Come, I will introduce you to the crew. They should all be present if they don’t want to be left behind.”

[sapphic-woes]

Thinking about constantly being a brat to Kassandra.

You always try to puff up your chest and act like you could take her (in a fight, right...?), question her every word and make fun of her every chance you get. Of course she does the same, but there's something different in the air when you say "try me, asshole!" and she looks at you as though she's seconds away from putting you in your place.

Especially if you guys aren't in a relationship yet, but you're just quick to sneer and fire back retorts. She loves to watch you bark up at her, all heated and adorable. Each time she wonders what you'd do if she just shuts you up with a kiss, or shoves her fingers in your mouth. Would you still be so aggressive, or would you sputter out? Would you get flustered? How would you act then? Were you the type to get even angrier when you were embarrassed...?

I think that's how she ends up falling for you. You entertain her so much she just wants to see more of you.

I think that's also when she starts to act on your taunts. Before it would just be a verbal back and forth, but suddenly she's cornering you in the midst of it. She's purposely towering over you, having an annoying grin on her face when you falter. Kassandra loves tripping you up, and each day she gets more daring.

The final nail in the coffin though, I think is when she does something reckless and almost gets herself killed lmao. You run, grab her by the collar and nag–screaming about how much of an idiot she is. The whole time she just laughs and it pisses you off. You get right in her face, snarling because this isn't funny and you were worried–

and then she kisses you.

When you gasp, she just kisses you deeper, smiling against your trembling lips as she holds the back of your head steady. She doesn't stop till the grip on her collar loosens and you're all dazed, pulling back to tease your dumbstruck face.

...you probably snap out of it and punch her in the gut then lmao.

[sunflowersandforgetmenots]

Sloppy Makeout HCs

There's NO ONE asking for it. But here it is. Gay ass!!!! that's me!!!!!!!!!

Thanks to @ashmatashs and @kassandras-one-braincell

I hope that tagged right

Kassandra

When is it likely to get a sloppy makeout sesh: All the time any time

Kisses are all tongue and teeth, biting on your lip and tugging, just to get a little noise out of you. It’s like she feeds off of moans from you when you makeout (even though she loves them all the time).

In fact she’ll do literally anything to make you moan into her mouth. Tangling her fingers in your hair, tugging on the strands. Grabbing your thighs just to feel the skin squish against her hands. Pressing you into her…

If you’re wearing a skirt, expect her to push the fabric up to the top of your legs. Shorts or pants? Her fingers are on your back, dipping under the waist band to tease you. If we’re historically accurate? Chitons have lots places to run hands under.

Isn’t strapped all the time, but likes to do it randomly to surprise you once you’re in her lap. Thinks it’s hot when you grind down, even if she’s not wearing one

She loves to pick you up and press you against the wall or the door or a window… it’s all of her favorite things at once. Holding your thighs, pressing you in close, your hips rolling, you moaning.

Soma

When is it likely: She’s either gotta be drunk or in a mood

This shit… it’s sloppy. She’s knocking things over to push them off so there’s more space for you. She’s rambling, talking about how beautiful you are, how hot you are, how she’s going to ruin you, how you’re precious to her. Just the sweetest stuff, really. We love her

No matter what you’re wearing, she’s desperate to touch your skin. Shirt and bottoms? Your shirt is either off or er hands are up it. Dress? She’s unzipping it or snaking her hands under the skirt to get to your legs. Layers? They’re off. No choice, she HAS to touch you

Always likely when she gets like this to duck down and eat you out. Says it’s the “sloppiest makeout” and grins when you laugh.

Throws you on the bed after. You’re not getting up when you look all dazed just from her lips.

Eivor

When is she likely for it?: Doesn’t need to be loosened up, but it’s not as frequent that Kass wants to sloppy makeout

Have you seen her kiss Randvi?? Once she gets permission for a kiss, she GOES for it. Intense, fast, sudden, passionate

Wants to lose herself into it. Wants to forget about her troubles and life, wants to help you forget about your own life. For her, everything is about the kiss.

Has you in her grasp, and she can’t stop kissing you. Her lungs nearly go out, stupid oxygen. You both pull away, gasping for air, and once you’re both fine, she goes back in for more.

She BITES. She loves leaving a mark, and she never wants to stop. A part of me wants to say that she likes drawing a little bit of blood, but only if you’re really into it.

Won’t ask or say anything about it, but she wants you to bite back. To go back in with the same passion and feralness. Will melt if you hit back with that.

Sevika

When is she likely for it?: She likes to ‘plan’ for it. Def goes into a meeting with you with the intention for one.

It’s Sevika. She’s mean. She teases you. Kisses you softly, then when you try to deepen it, she pulls away, laughing at your frustration and whines. She doesn’t leave for long, always coming back in to give you what you want.

Eivor bites, but Sevika marks. All over.

Throat, neck, shoulders, chest. She always leaves one on your clavicle, biting down hard even though she knows it hurts. But it’s always fine because she runs her tongue over the mark to make it feel better.

Wears her biggest strap all the time for it. She loves it when you rock your hips and grind against her. Will hold your hips to encourage it and guide you. If you cum from it? She’s whipping it out and making you ride it. Not that you have any complaints though.

Abby

When is she likely for it?: Usually always down for it, but loves makeouts after she’s stressed or upset.

Pull. Her. Hair. She loves it. Her braid is there for you to pull as hard as you can. Loves using her teeth. Likes making you ‘angry’ and frustrated. Thinks it’s hot when you fuss at her and go back in or a kiss anyways.

She’s a hand-roamer. Anything you let her squeeze and massage she’ll do so. Tits, ass, legs, arms, back. She just likes touching you and riling you up.

Soft lips… and she knows it. She pouts and chews on things just to make you think about kissing her, and that way you’ll bite them in the moment.

I love her your honor