people are literally so boring a male character will kill 10000 people and steal candy from babies and theyll be like omg thats my king! but a female character is rude once and theyre like i hope she dies violently
CW: Mature. Angst. Injury. Kissing. Touching. Nothing to extreme but minors do not interact.
Once again, minors DNI
How you ended up in this cave, you have no idea.
One minute you were flower picking, minding your own business crouched in the grass looking for the perfect mix of colours and shapes to make a pretty flower crown, the next you’re being chased by a pack a rabid wolves. Everything in between the second you started running and finally being able to sit down and catch your breath was a blur. And now you’re lost, in a cold, dark cave. Great.
Deciding that there is no point in sitting and wallowing in self pity, you get up and start slowing walking into whatever space you can find, one arm stretched out in front of you ready to defend yourself in case of a surprise attack (not that you can do much with a shaky hand and a pouch full of flowers), the other moving across the wall you’re walking up against so you’re aware of your surroundings.
Five, maybe ten minutes go by, and you’re about to give up and try another direction when you hear the faintest sound of footsteps coming from…below you? Slowing to a stop you crouch and try your best to listen, unsure if you should somehow reveal yourself. The sound is so faint and seems to only be getting softer. Panic arises in you at the thought that you’re only hope of getting out of this cave may be leaving, and something inside of you urges you to keep moving. You move a foot forward and let out a yelp as you’re sent straight onto your back side and are rapidly sliding down a steep slope in the darkness, landing straight on your front with your hands out in front of you. Groaning, you try your best to get up but a sharp pain in your knee only makes you fall straight back down onto the cold, hard floor.
Your head is spinning, and suddenly you hear those footsteps again. Only this time they’re louder, and faster. You panic once again and cannot stop the deep pounding in your chest, thinking whatever this is probably wants to kill you…you are in a cave after all. Trying your hardest to ignore the throbbing in your knee and push through the pain, you start to get up once again, only to feel a gentle foot push at your abdomen rolling you into your back, and in one swift motion a blade is at your throat.
“Who are you?” You’re breathing faster now, all you want is to be rid of this awful pain in your leg and get back to the safety of your home. But here you are, helpless, laying on the ground of a cave somewhere you don’t even know, with a blade pressed to your throat held by the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
For a moment, you forgot where you were, that you were in excruciating pain, and that this goddess of a woman had the tip of her sword at your neck. Speaking of, you were snapped out of your thoughts when said sword pressed slightly harder into your throat and the woman repeated her earlier question. Louder this time, and with a growl that make you feel even weaker than before, if that was possible.
“…I…I was running from wolves…ended up here…fell” every word made your head hurt more, breathing hard between each sentence as to not pass out. The woman’s head tilted slightly, taking a good look at you and seemed to be processing something in her own head. Then slowly, sheathed her sword and you let out a breathe, not realising how much pressure the cold blade had on your neck. She must have felt some sort of sympathy for you because you felt a warm hand on your own, and another at the back of your head, lifting you slowly to your feet the woman then put an arm around your waist and began to lead you out of the cave, another arm hooked itself under your legs and lifted you when it was clear you could no longer walk properly, even with the help of another.
The journey to wherever this woman was taking you felt long, closing your eyes every now and then and leaning your head into her chest, you began to whimper at the pain in your knee that seemed to only be getting worse. “I know, I know. Just breathe alright? We’re almost there.” You noticed she had an accent. One you had never heard before. She rolled her R’s in the sweetest way and it was nice, and every attempt at soothing you distracted you from the pain.
Eventually the journey came to a stop and you were slowly lowered onto a patch of grass next to a warm campfire. A gentle hand slowly sliding from around your waist to leave your body. For the past hour, all you wanted to do was close your eyes and drift off, the alarm in the back of your mind telling you it was not safe preventing you from doing so. But now you were safe. Warmth radiating your body from the crackling fire and the gentle but firm touches from the tall, tanned woman as she began to inspect your injury. You let your eyes close, finally getting the rest you’ve needed since running from those bloody wolves.
•
You were hazy when you woke, head aching and a bit of brain fog. It was darker now, midnight maybe? Sitting up you let out a groan with a hand pressed to your head, and immediately you felt that warm hand that was touching you earlier softly grip your lower leg to stop you moving. The touch sending sparks straight up your spine.
“Lie down, you’re still healing.” You wanted to disobey but a sharp pain in your leg for what felt like the 100th time that day made you flop back down onto the pile of furs you were laying on. The woman must have moved you while you slept. The woman that still had a hand firmly on your leg, slowly rubbing soft circles into your skin with a calloused thumb. And gods, how it made you shiver. “How are you feeling?” You didn’t quite know how to answer that, so you just smiled and tried to say you were fine, but she just looked at you, eyebrow raised and stern expression as if to say don’t lie to me, I’m not stupid. You let out a quiet, nervous laugh. “It hurts, but I think I’ll be alright” the woman seemed content with that answer and turned forward to watch the flames. Never once taking her hand off of you or stopping the movement of her thumb. You didn’t protest, in fact it seemed to calm you, so she continued caressing your leg like you had been lovers for years.
You stayed there with her for a while, laying on your side on the furs watching ribbons of orange and red dance in front of you. The woman was sat next to your legs, one of her legs bent with an arm resting on her knee while she watched with you. You let your thoughts wander and focused on the way her hand felt on your leg, the contrast between the roughness of her skin and the soft gentle touches she gave you made your body tremble slightly. You wondered if she noticed. There was an atmosphere between the two of you that you had not felt before. Something calm and comforting, almost nostalgic. Like you had known this woman your whole life. You realised you don’t actually know your saviours name, and she doesn’t know yours. And as if reading your mind “Kassandra”. She tilted her head down whilst looking at you through dark lashes. “And you are?” For a split second you stopped breathing. The way she was looking at you sent chills all across your body and you couldn’t help but let your thoughts take over.
Imagining her lips touching yours before pulling away and looking you deep in your eyes. Towering over you and watching you with those sultry pools of amber while doing absolutely sinful things to your body. Looking at you from across the room and watching her eyes drift south with her lips curving slightly into a smoulder as you cross your legs in your seat and accidentally let the skirt of your dress expose just a little bit too much of your skin.
A firm squeeze of your leg slapped you out of your thoughts once again. You prayed in your head to whatever god was listening that she didn’t know you were thinking about her. “Got your head in the clouds have you? Are you going to make me repeat myself again?” “S-sorry..” a shaky laugh passed your lips before you told her your name. She repeated it and gods, the word dripped from her mouth like honey. Kassandra had a way of making every word she said sound like it came from a siren. “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing running around in caves? You said you were running from wolves, yes?” Your heart skipped a beat at the use of pretty little thing, though the memory of running for your life from a pack of hungry animals did not excite you “uh huh…I was picking flowers and they circled me, I ran into the first place I could find…clearly didn’t work out to well” Kassandra let out a deep chuckle at that. “Although…I did end up getting saved by a very tall, handsome lady, so it wasn’t all bad I suppose” you have no idea where this sudden confidence came from, but you liked it. Kassandra looked over at you, away from the fire, full attention on you now and she smirked. The hand on your leg stilled and her fingertips ever so lightly, slowly danced up along your leg, stopping just above your injured knee. Her palm rested there for a moment while she looked at you, deep in your eyes, her own silently asking you for permission to keep going.
When you let out a shaky breath and nodded once, her warm, calloused hand trailed higher and higher until it reached your hip. She gripped it, and delicately moved you onto your back, careful as to not hurt you. Once you were comfortable she crawled between your legs and hovered over you, one hand resting next to your head and the other faintly stroking your chin with her thumb. You let out a sigh as Kassandra moved in closer, you could feel her breath on your mouth now and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and capturing her full lips in your own. They were soft. So soft and the way she moved against you had you weak in the knees. She kissed you so passionately and the hand on your chin moved lower to rest on the side of your neck. You let out a whine as she pulled away, wanting more, but she only chucked, grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with her free hand, and then her mouth moved lower. Pressing faint kisses to the corner of your mouth, your chin, your jaw and then she grasped your chin and pushed upward gently, exposing your neck for her and moving her hand to rest on the back of your head. The tanned woman went to work on your neck, leaving soft kisses and nibbles everywhere she could get her mouth on. When she bit down on a particular sweet spot you let out a breathy moan and Kassandra growled against your neck. Breath hot against your skin and her hand left it’s place in your head and began to trail down your side, resting on your waist and squeezing tenderly every now and then.
“It has been a very long time since I’ve had someone as beautiful as you in my grasp, ἀγαπητή” she whispered lovingly into your ear. “Beautiful” she continued to press hot, wet kisses across your neck “so beautiful” sucking and nibbling every now and then, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt. You were breathing so heavy now, a moan slipping out between every other breath. Kassandra smiled against your skin at the filthy noises coming from your mouth and the way your hips started to gyrate underneath her touch, trying desperately to relieve some tension. She grabbed your hip and held you down, and when a whine left your soft lips she shushed you with her own. “Shh. Patience, patience. Let me take care of you sweetheart” Kassandra trailed her hand from your hip, over your thigh and down to your injured knee and back up again, and then you felt her warm hand slide underneath your tunic and start caressing the skin just above your waistband. Your whole body was on fire from her touch, and the tall woman knew it.
Kassandras lips met your neck once again and bit down on a spot that made you cry out and squeeze the hand that had you pinned, her hand under your clothing shifting higher and higher, warming you up with every touch of her scarred skin.
She hummed against your neck and leaned close to your ear “let me make you feel better, pretty girl”.
You closed your eyes, and thanked the gods you decided to go flower picking this morning.
—————————————————-
Translations (I got these from google, apologies if they are wrong):
Hello darlings, here on this blog we simp for whatever beautiful buff ladies we can feast our eyes on. Under here is my master list of writing I have done for those fellow buff ladies.
Some quick info
I am dyslexic, so there may be some spelling/grammar errors in my stories. Please be kind and patient with me, I am happy to go back and fix something if you let me know and are respectful about it.
I do not take requests at this moment in time, I just write for fun and to take my mind off things. But by all means if you have an idea for a story please do let me know. I may or may not do it, depends how I feel about it. (I am currently not comfortable doing full on detailed nsfw but am fine with doing more mature content as long as it is not too detailed. May change in the future though as I get more comfortable with writing and posting).
I will only write for f!character x f!reader. I am bisexual but this blog is mostly just for thirsting over women. If I ever get the urge to write and post for a male character I’ll probs make a second blog.
I am not a professional writer at all. I only do this for fun so please do not expect Charles Dickens type of work 😂
Kassandra in the style of Arcane is awesome. Now I want an AC series centered around Kass and her adventures throughout the history of the world animated in that style.
Assassins creed characters + mask wearing (would they wear one? This is just how I see this btw if u disagree that is fine)
Kassandra - Shes a demigod. She doesn’t get sick. Doesn’t need to wear one. But will still wear one every now and then to try to encourage non demigod ppl to wear them.
Alexios - Nope. Doesn’t give af.
Myrinne - Wears one and has spare masks on her at all times.
Stentor - Same as Alexios.
Alcibiades - Wears one but is constantly pulling it down because people can’t hear him. Also wears it underneath his nose.
Aspasia - Will wear one when in a large group of people and will have disposable masks and hand sanitizer at the door. Masks it mandatory for people to wear a mask inside her home.
Deimos (Kass & Alexios) - Does not give af and will laugh at you if you ask them to wear one.
Barnabas - Wears one, but only to protect himself. Will also social distance to high heavens and sanitise his hands 50 times a day.
Herodotos - Is literally walking around with a box of disposable masks handing them out to people daily.
Eivor Varinsdottir - Abso-fuckin-loutley. Will also have a spare on her all the time in case someone needs one and will encourage others to do the same. Also back up, don’t go near her.
Eivor Varinsson - Wears one but complains about it constantly. But will also kick off if you’re not wearing one.
Sigurd Jarl - Thinks he’s too high and mighty for masks so refuses to wear one and will scream at you if you ask him to.
Valka - Is also walking around with a box of disposables as well as herbs and shit in case you get sick.
Randvi - Same as Eivor Varinsdottir. But will pull hers down every now and then to give Eivor a lil smoochy smooch.
Dag - Doesn’t wear one but will put one on if he’s asked to so he doesn’t have to deal with complaints.
Layla Hassan - Depends on her mood. Will wear one and follow every rule one day. The next she doesn’t give af.
turnnoffyourmind
germansingergirl
jacobvanloon
janainaart
2087
blakekathryn
romaincrisis
kaledo-art
