#kassandra x reader

[princesssmars]

Nsfw. Various strong fem characters x reader <3

Every time your lover had been intimate with you, she always had to remind herself of her strength, to ease up with her steady grips and to treat you like the delicate being you were.

But now, with your head between her thighs and her plam digging into your hair, she's finding it harder than ever to restrain herself.

Really, who could blame her? She thinks you've never looked more beautiful than you do now, sweat dripping down the sides of your flushed face and eyes lidded as you try your best to look up at her, desperate to see her fall apart by your hand. Well, just your mouth. She rocks your head back and forth, basically riding your face as she adjusts you until your tongue hits just the right spot inside of her.

She's enjoying this, truly she is, but she's already feeling that urge deep in her chest for more, to do more. This is one of the few times youve managed to catch her off guard and get her on the receiving end, and while she's happy to let you please yourself by pleasing her, she craves nothing more than to get her hand son you to bring you both to a release at the same time.

Her attempts at moving you towards the bed are futile, your knees digging into the floor below you and your hands digging into the flesh of her hips. She hears the faint sound of your voice, muffled by her thighs and the desperate slurping of your mouth in her cunt.

"Stop moving, 'm not finished."

"I wanna taste you. Let me put you on the bed, please?"

Damn it, now you've reduced her to whining. She'll likely be embarrassed about it later, but when you slowly drag your tongue up from her hole to switl around her clit she cant find it in herself to care.

So, she just has to take a drastic measure.

In the span of what cant be more than twenty seconds she's tugging you by the hair off of her cunt, a lewd pop! the only warning you get a change in her movement before she's reaching down and lifting you up, but she doesn't stop at resting you on her midsection so you're face to face, instead leaving you breathless and impossibly aroused when she somehow manages to turn you upside down, like its as easy as flipping a coin.

She urges you back to your ministrations quickly, knowing that you'll only have a short amount of time until you start to feel too light-headed to continue. She spreads her thighs apart a little wider to help you, hurrying to bring her own mouth down to your center and start to devour you.

You manage to get past the shock of the new position and the flood of arousal you feel at being reminded just how strong she is, and start to eat her out yourself, driving your tongue in and out of her hole and around her clit to try and hurry and bring her to a release, already feeling yours coming at a rapid pace.

The only thing you can hear are the wet sounds of licking and slurping of your mouths and the deep groans from her chest, the noises traveling into your cunt and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You finally come when her nails dig into your sides, and she harshly bites into the fat of your thigh as she feels your body shake and tremble in her arms, your hands feeble trying to keep their grip on her thighs as you moan and scream into her pussy until she's following you into an extreme release, planting her feet into the ground so she doesnt collapse.

By the time her orgasm dies down, your body is limp in her arms, fingers gently tapping at her legs to try and signal for her to set you down. With all the grace in the world, she steps forward to lay you down on the soft sheets of your bed, taking a moment to observe the beauty of your tired and sweaty body before laying down beside you.

"That was... unexpected." Your voice is soft, weary from moaning, and the slight headache forming after being hung upside down.

Her head turns to yours, eyes wide in distress. "Was I... was it too rough? Are you alright?"

You laugh, breathless and happy as you roll over to press a warm kiss to her lips.

"Do you think we can do that again?"

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬?‧₊˚──

(ft. sevika, vi, ambessa, grayson, ellie williams, abby anderson, kassandra of sparta)

Content/Warnings: x reader, no pronouns used but reader is described as wearing a dress and jewelry in ambessa's, some suggestive content for ellie's and kassandra's, mentions of smoking weed for ellie's) A/N: this will probably flop but as i was driving home with my passenger princess butch beside me, i started thinking about all of my fave characters and what their driving preferences would be... a very important subject to ponder obviously. i'm working super hard to get part two of dancer!vi x dancer!reader and sweet as honey out, but i needed a little break so this brain dump ensued and i thought i'd share with the class. please comment your contributions to my theories, or you fail the socratic seminar! (kidding we don't do those i love you my fellow socially anxious babies)

anyway, here we go, starting off with my arcane sexies:

──˚₊𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

୨ৎ okay so this may be controversial... but 𝐲𝐞𝐬, i think she is a passenger princess- BUT, only when she's with you. you're the only person she trusts with her life, so you're the only person she lets drive her, but for the longest time, you had no idea she preferred being in the passenger seat. she's a very chivalrous partner, so you got used to her volunteering to drive and assumed it was because she liked being the one driving; until, one day, she slipped up and let out a sigh when you mentioned an errand the two of you needed to run. it had already been a long day at work, friday evening traffic had been terrible on the way home, and frankly, she didn't want to be behind the wheel at all before her commute to work on monday. you ask her what the fuss is about, and she (very bashfully) admits that she actually hates driving. the poor baby is terrified you'll think she's a bad butch, but you assure her that you have no problem at all being her chauffer. she does enough for everyone around her as it is <3 (she still DD's tho that's a non-negotiable)

──˚₊𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 

୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, she is a passenger princess. no, this was not of her own volition, nor did she get a say. not after she rolled her window down at a red light to tell the jackass who cut her off alllll about himself. her first few trips in the passenger seat are spent with crossed arms and a pout (and when she was particularly annoyed, she'd do that thing where she turned her entire body away from you and faced the window so you knew just how begrudgingly she'd taken the spot), but nowadays, she's fully embraced her role as passenger princess. she likes being on aux, or reaching over to play with your hair- and oh, she takes the best naps in the car. just sleepily reaches over for your arm, wraps both of her own around it like you're a teddy bear (for all intents and purposes, you are vi's teddy bear) and conks the fuck out. it's safe to say she's come to appreciate what the passenger seat has to offer, and every once in a while, you'll even let her flip off the shitty driver that nearly hit you while they were merging because that's love

──˚₊𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, ambessa is a passenger princess, but she won't let you touch the wheel either. instead, she hires a chauffeur, and the two of you sit in the back of the BMW together. she always has a possessive hand on your thigh and a proud grin on her face, and when you ask her what she's smiling at, she'll just say you look pretty in that dress you picked out on your trip to milan; that those diamonds look so much better around your neck than they did on the display in new york; that luxury suits you well. her secret, though, is that driving makes her a nervous wreck. she'd hired a chauffeur long before she met you, because she truly cannot stand driving. it's completely overwhelming, but again, ambessa would never admit this; would never admit a weakness. not that it concerns you, anyway. the only thing you should be concerning yourself with is sitting in the back of the BMW and looking pretty like you always do.

──˚₊𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨ৎ grayson lovesss driving you around, so its safe to say that 𝐧𝐨, she would rather you take on the role of passenger princess in your duo. she loves the way the sun peeks in through the window and catches your eyes during golden hour joyrides, the way that the cabin of her car smells like your perfume as you're on your way to dinner in the city, the way you giggle as you stick your hands out of the sunroof during late-night drives. she loves the mundane, too; opening and closing your door for you every single time you enter or exit the car, dropping you off and picking you up from work, rolling up to a drive-through and resting her hand on the small of your back with a warm smile as you lean over and order your favorite milkshake. you are grayson's princess, through and through, spoiled rotten. essentially, whenever there's a chance for her to keep you from lifting a finger, she's taking it.

now for my TLOU II ladies...

──˚₊𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

୨ৎ hell 𝐧𝐨, she all but gets off on you being in the passenger seat of her truck! and i could leave it at that! but of course i'll elaborate. on a real note, ellie does prefer to drive because she prefers to be one who's focused and in control on the road. if you insist, she'll let you drive, but it has to be in your car. no one drives ellie's truck but ellie. and yes, you tease her about it all of the time, but she lets you, because there's nothing like picking you up from work and smoking you out, watching with an amused smile as you get all loose and giggly in the passenger seat. and if you do the thing where you look up at her through heavy eyes, batting your lashes and asking for another hit in that voice you know makes her melt, she'll just hand the the joint over with a smirk pulling at her lips, knowing damn well her passenger princess is about to find herself laid out in the backseat.

──˚₊𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨ৎ so here's the thing: abby is suchhhh a backseat driver. it's one of the only things you fight about, and when you do, it gets ugly, because you know abby and that damn ego. she thinks she's right about everything. but it isn't one of these fights that lands her in the driver's seat for good; instead, it's the third missed turn in a row on a road trip back to your hometown. she asks you to pull into a gas station, and you assume it's so that she can figure out where the fuck you guys are and reroute the GPS, but then she reaches over to place her hand on your cheek and asks you- in that soft voice she only uses when she's speaking to you- to let her take over. and you realize, she was never trying to give you a hard time for your terrible sense of direction. she just wants to take care of her baby. so, you and abby decide that, 𝐧𝐨, she is not a passenger princess. plus, you've gotta, admit; she looks damn good with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

and last, but certainly not least, my favorite womanizer on the list:

──˚₊𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 (𝐀𝐂: 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲)

୨ৎ gonna try not to make this super thirsty or super long but gods help me she makes it hard. anyway. not sure why, but i headcanon modern!kass as being kind of a car girl. not in an obnoxious douchey way, though. she just likes nice cars. she's got a fancy sports car, manual like she's used to driving back home in greece, still spotless inside and out despite her having had it for years. so, needless to say: 𝐧𝐨, kassandra is not a passenger princess. not with a car that sexy. not when it drives that nice. sexy sports car aside, kass is a gentlewoman, so she prefers to drive you around regardless. the one time you convinced her to let you take the wheel was toward the beginning of your relationship; she'd just gotten back from her annual trip to kefalonia, and you offered to drive her home from the airport, expecting that she'd curl up in the passenger seat and get some much-needed rest. instead- despite the near 24 hours of traveling she'd just endured- she couldn't keep her damn heart-eyes off of you. eventually, she couldn't keep her hands off of you, so she booked a room in a nice hotel for the night. just to break up the trip home. no other reason. (okay that's a lie but can u blame her u hadn't seen each other in a month!) you don't get to drive her back home from the airport again, though, because it only took that one month away from you for her to decide she wouldn't be going back to greece without you.

thank you all for being passenger princesses in the ride that was my 2 am thoughts.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

[nelrizz]

Kassandra, the woman you are drawing made by me :3

[cowpokemythology]

i've got my love to keep me warm.

pairing: kassandra x fem!reader word count: 1.2k description: kassandra comes from a past of grecian sun and warm oceans... it's safe to say she's not used to the winter chill on the isle of skye. you don't mind warming her up. tags: FLUFF! set in the isle of skye AC valhalla plotline, not an established relationship and not not an established relationship but a secret bittersweet third thing, courting but also a wholesome situationship because kassandra has to leave at some point? a/n: I DID IT! i did my christmas/holiday celebration (mostly) on time. this is a first for me. and, hopefully, i'll continue writing on consistently and get my autumn fics out in the next month or two.

The Isle of a Skye was a place of undomesticated beauty.

Crags and cliffs reached high into the air like fingers trying to touch the clouds. The seas were wild and waves tossed like the prideful heads of wild mares. In the mornings, thick clouds of fog hung over the moors. The grass was encased in a loving frost and delicate-footed red deer would pick their way along, grazing to heart's content.

Sea bird nests sat cradled along sea bluffs. The brave, winged creatures face the wind currents head on, diving and spinning, free.

Burbling streams drifted through cracks in stone and eroded their way through grasslands. Sometimes, glimpses of sun would reach down through the dark clouds like heaven brushing her fingers along the isle's grasses.

In the winter time, a soft snow would occasionally fall which dotted the landscape in a thin layer of white. Fawns chase each other through the world's new blanket and birds would bicker over a bundle of frosted berries.

It was also inanely cold.

At least, that's what Kassandra thought.

She's from a land of sun-kissed beaches and sweltering summers. She's used to free-moving armor, leather kissing her muscled legs as she runs. Mornings were for productivity; waking upon the deck of the Adrestia and getting the crew to work while the heat was still manageable. Afternoons were for chasing jobs through sprawling cities or landscapes, sweat stinging her eyes as the sun relentlessly beat down upon her. Evenings were for relaxation, the taste of ripened fruit blooming across her tongue as the light died in brilliant shades of pink and orange.

Even in winter, you could expect some rain but it was never cool enough where Kassandra needed to bundle beneath furs.

So, when she enters through the door of a homey tavern upon a Scottish isle and far far away from Greece, her teeth were chattering.

But she does not stop by the hearth nor does she stop for a heartening stew nor a horn of mead to warm her belly.

Instead, she makes a beeline for the stairs that lead to the rickety rooms. A withering glare is sent to whoever might dare to chuckle at her shuddering, blowing away their laughter like an extinguished candle.

She takes the steps quickly. Lithe legs push her up two at a time.

Your door is the last one on the left.

The very person she's been so eager to return to.

The door creaks open and shuts just as quickly as she shuffles in. She wouldn't dare let any of the heat out.

A small fire crackles and pops in the hearth, having been fed with enough wood to last a few more hours. Frosted window panes are inlaid in the stone, a slight chill creeping through the glass. But the room is warm, so much warmer than outside. Kassandra can already feel her palms tingling with returning heat.

Then, there was you. Right where you'd been when she'd left in the wee hours of the morning to chase a lead with Eivor.

While Kassandra was running amuck in the snow and the cold that stung her ears, you were blissfully dozing in and out of sleep… piled beneath furs and soaking up the heat of the fire near your feet. Hair fanned out against the pillow, you were sprawled like a starfish in a tide pool across the bed.

Kassandra wouldn't have it any other way.

A grin tugs at her lips as she eagerly begins to strip away her armor. Leather and buckles rasp a she tugs them loose, gently setting each piece aside. It was a ritual of hers. Something that stemmed form her early days where such things were not bought or given so easily. Boots are hastily kicked off and weapons tucked away.

Your lover doesn't even bother undoing her hair before pulling back the furs and immediately scooting close.

Callused hands brush over your waist before taking hold and pulling you close. Kassandra is unapologetic with the way she seeks warmth. Slight tremors wrack her frame even still.

You make a soft noise, half awake and half floating in the realm of dreams. But you're not resistant, you never are. Rolling over, you bury yourself against her, wiggling as close as you possibly can.

You toss a leg over Kassandra's own, face pressed to her collarbone. You push your nose against her, taking greedy inhales of sandalwood and leather.

"Your hands are cold." You complain. The words are half-muffled by the material of her tunic.

"Sorry." But you can hear by the smile in her voice that she isn't, not truly. Your suspicions are proven correct when her hands slide beneath your own woolen clothes. They knead lightly at your waist, greedily seeking the warmth of your bare skin.

She buries her face to your crown. Against her better judgment, she lets her shoulders relax as the familiar scent of your soap and the oils you use in your hair wash over her. It reminds her of a different time, when she was more free to love and give, when her time was limited to one life, when her only worry was the Cult of Kosmos.

She hasn't allowed herself this in a long time. Intimacy. It was frightening. Much too difficult to bear your soul to another, to let them nestle close to your heart, only to have that ripped away when her mission takes her elsewhere.

Kassandra can never stay in one place for long. She knows that. You both do, really. She'd made that abundantly clear when you'd first met; you standing proud at Eivor's side as the viking introduced you as a medicine woman who sometimes traveled with the best drengr's of the Ravenclan.

It's been weeks of you bandaging her wounds, offering an ear to listen, becoming place to rest. Kassandra hadn't felt this safe, this warm, in a long long time.

She also knows, in the end, that will make departing bittersweet. But what sort of life could someone have if it was bereft of love?

That's why she comes back to you, every single time without fail. Lets your warmth, your light, seep into her marrow and lets herself believe this can be something she can have.

She's broken from her thoughts by plush lips brushing over her jaw.

"I can practically hear you thinking." Your voice is still laden with the fog of sleep. Another kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Stop it and rest for once."

Kassandra fights the urge to scoff.

"It's easier said than done." She states, squinting down at you.

"So it seems." You sigh. You won't ever presume to know what lies in the cloud that tends to hang over your lover's head.

Your soft, much warmer, hands slip under her tunic. Skimming across her toned back, you start to knead at the knots you find buried in her muscles. Kassandra makes a grateful noise, leaning her head against your own as she finally lets her eyes slip shut.

As the tension is unwound from her frame, her thoughts begin to quiet. She just lets herself… be.

There is only the found of the crackling fire, the warmth of your embrace, your gentle hands, and the hushed intimacy meant for two souls entwined.

If her hands clutch you a little closer tonight, it goes unmentioned. Because, with your hands tangled in her shirt, you hold her just as tight.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic about how different Assassin’s cuddle? Your main bunch is fine

btw I love your writing, I’ve been re-reading your stuff and it has me kicking my legs and giggling like a school girl

have a great day!

Oh of course! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my writing 😄 and I love that comparison, making me giggle like a schoolgirl too 🥹💞

a/n - I’ll add as many of the leads as I can so everyone gets some love

Masterlist 11

Altair

The type who says he doesn’t like cuddles but absolutely does! Likes being the big spoon to where he feels protectively wrapped around you

Ezio

Kicking, clicking his heels and twirling his hair! Yes please, absolutely, bene bene! Any excuse to kiss you more

Desmond

Lover boy who likes laying on top of you cause if you’re cuddling, you’re not going anywhere!

Connor

Likes to cuddle with you on top his chest and those large arms wrapped around you

Arno

Did he hear you right? You wanna cuddle 🥹 with him? Yes please cherie!! Any type of cuddle where he can admire and kiss you

Jacob

A whole teddy bear cuddler, with a scruff that tickles you, who also lets his lips and hands and mind wander 😉

Evie

First it starts off as reading together as some down time but then evolves into cuddles when the book is less interesting than you 💕

Haytham

Thinks he’s too dignified and above cuddles but the second you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s immediate defeat and he wants to just hold you

Basim

You are LOCKED IN!! Even if you try to move, Basim will whine if you try to pry out of his arms

Shay

Cuddles are an excuse of his to be as flirtatious as possible, even letting those hands wander 😏

Kassandra

Sometimes you need cuddles, sometimes she does too; cuddling face to face is a more intimate preference

Eivor

Warm and toasty cuddles 🥰 completely submerged under all the furs and blankets

Aveline

She’s a sweet cuddler that likes to leave little kisses here and there when you start to doze off

[miraclewritting]

like mentor, like student pt. 1

character : Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Ezio Auditore, Connor (Ratohnhake:ton) Kenway, Edward Kenway & Desmond Miles,

cw : Mention of blood and wounds, violence, sillyness, you know, a little bit of everything.

+ summary : you're an apprentice under the supervision of your mentor, but they have a platonic love for you. Do they have to deal with you or do you have to deal with them? This is the first of two parts I will be doing on this type of headcanon.

- notes : English is not my native language, so please be patient with me. Also this is my first post about AC, I hope you enjoy these headcanons.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

✒ You're fucked up hahaha

✒ Being his apprentice it's a title everyone would die for, that's means he saw something special in you. Let's pretend he isn't in love with you.

✒ Now, you're under a lot of pressure, every step you take, every move you make, every look, every breath, everything has to be perfect. Being his student does not mean you're safe from your duties and his expectations. Sorry for that.

✒ He doesn't hold back in training; he loves to see how every time you fail, you get back up with even more determination.

✒ He doesn't admit it but he love hear you call him "master". This man only responds to your call even if there are any other asking for his help.

✒ He call you: Dove or novice, depending on how you did the job.

✒ On every mission assigned to him, you with him or vice versa. Literally takes you everywhere, by his side.

✒ The only time he "lets you go" is when he needs information, so gathering it is your fieldwork during missions. But he always find a way to get to you once he's finished his part of the job.

✒ Even if he doesn't want to or can't, you have individual missions to accomplish, but that doesn't stop him. As your mentor, it's his duty to make sure you'll be okay, right?

✒ When he sees you applying everything you've learned on missions, whether it's combat techniques, assassination, or even helping him decipher information, even if he says he didn't ask for your help, he can't help but smile proudly.

✒ "I wasn't wrong about you, little dove".

✒ When you get injured on missions, he simply sees red. He'll take you to the shelter and tend to your wounds, no matter how minor they may be. He can't deal with the idea that he failed to protect you. Once he makes sure you're safe, he'll take care of the rest.

✒ You're going to see him come back with blood in his ropes, obviously is not his blood.

✒ "You should have waited for me, you're still a novice... they could have killed you".

Ezio Auditore

✒ A blessing or a curse?

✒ You're his favorite apprentice, his eyes are always on you, yeah... Better you forget about privacy and personal space.

✒ The good new is that you don't have to deal with him alone, you've Leonardo!! If you want to escape from your mentor, just visit his house, he'll be happy to help you.

✒ But you can hide from him all the time, he'll find you any time soon, he always does.

✒ He loves to call you: "Cuore mio" (my heart), if you did a great job, but if you fucked up all the work, you will be called "cucciolo" (puppy).

✒ As much as he wants to, he knows perfectly well that he cannot accompany you on all your missions and vice versa, which is why you two always promise each other to return safe and sound.

✒ When you go on missions, he's by your side like a magnet.

✒ Watching you use everything you learned, make him smile satisfied, cause that mean you will be fine, he cannot afford to lose anyone else.

✒ "Excellent job, Cuore mio, you always exceed my expectations".

✒ "This time you screwed up, like the cucciolo you're".

✒ Lord have mercy on anyone who hurts you, cause that person don't will see the light again. As I said before, he doesn't want to lose anyone else, if he sees you injured, he would go mad. It doesn't care if the wound is minor or not, he wants you safe and sound like right fucking now.

✒ Be for sure that the blood will be spilled wouldn't come from him.

✒ "You've to be more careful, I can't protect you all the time, cuore mio"

Connor (Ratonhnake:ton) Kenway

✒ Bro... How did you manage to gain his trust?

✒ A lot of training in the forest, he'll teach you about hunting, camouflage, how to survive with limited resources, and most importantly, how to respect nature and connect with it.

✒ He'll also teach you everything he knows about boats.

✒ If you ask him to teach you his native language, at first he'll hesitate to do so, but if you use it as a code between yourselves, it is the perfect excuse to teach you something about his people and the place he come from.

✒ When he talks to Achilles about you, he calls you "the fawn". Never calls you like that when you're with him.

✒ "So you're the baby deer Connor adopted as his student".

✒ "I'm what?"

✒ "Don't listen to him..."

✒ Stay. Away. From. His. Father. This was the first rule he gave to you. Charles Lee already killed his mother. You're very important to him; the last thing he wants is to lose you to a templar like his father.

✒ When you go on missions, he doesn't interfere in your tasks, just like birds, he wants you to learn to fly by your own. Only interferes when he sees that you're in serious danger.

✒ You were gathering information when you were ambushed by templars and ended up hurt. Thanks to the lessons of your mentor, you were able to escape alive.

✒ While your wounds are being treated, all he needs to know is what those templars looked like. He'll finish the mission for you, and with a couple of lives too.

✒ "You're not ready to go on missions alone yet; the world is still too dangerous for you...".

Edward Kenway

✒ I'm so sorry for you.

✒ I'm not going to say he'll teach you about drinks, fights clubs and how to charm someone.

✒ He's knows more than you can imagine. Your training varies between the islands and the Jackdaw.

✒ You've to learn everything about the damn ship, cause you'll live in there all the time. Of course he helps you if you need it, but he prefers that you learn to communicate with the ship on your own.

✒ You must learn each island like the back of your hand. And he'll make sure you know how to get back to the port.

✒ So... Yeah, you'll have to memorize all the maps.

✒ But the most important thing he will teach you is to be loyal to your convictions and hold on to your dreams.

✒ The rest of the crew nicknamed you “the compass.” Because ever since Captain Edward took you under his wing, they noticed that his mood improved, and also because, no matter how or when, he always manages to find you.

✒ He calls you: "Gold coin". Why? Because you are worth as much as or more than a Spanish doubloon. Too much sugar captain.

✒ But when you don't finish your duties, or you fucked up, he calls you "Landlubber", sorry not sorry.

✒ No one would dare harm the Jackdaw captain's student, but at the same time, you are a high-value target for capturing the assassin pirate.

✒ And those who try to kidnap you, may the Lord have mercy on their souls, because the captain will have no problem reducing every island and ship to ashes in order to find you.

✒ "You understand now why I call you my golden coin?"

Desmond Miles

✒ More than a mentor, he would be an apprentice like you. You learn from each other, even though he knows a little more thanks to the memories of his ancestors.

✒ You train together.

✒ In missions, you compete to see who reaches the target first.

✒ He just call you by your name.

✒ Please, bother Shaun with him.

✒ Compliments here and there.

✒ "Of course you can't, you're a novice"

✒ "You're a novice too. Just because you've unlocked skills through your ancestors' memories doesn't make you a master!"

✒ Speaking of memories, if you are his “apprentice,” it's because you didn't see him as crazy for the bleeding effect.

✒ He teases you because you worry every time he has to enter the animus, but deep down he really appreciates that you pay attention to him during the immersion and help him deal with the bleeding hallucinations.

✒ The first time you came back injured from a mission, it was a reality check for him. So from that moment on, it's normal that on missions, he's the one who volunteers to face any danger first.

✒ This man is capable of sacrifice himself for your safety (just remember the games). He'll not hesitate to rush to your rescue, help you if you are injured, or kill the person responsible for such misfortune.

✒ "You'll drive crazy (Y/N)... I fucking swear to you, If you go alone again, I'll kill you with my own hands"

I'm just going back to my hyperfixations and it feels so good.

Remember that you can send me requests, questions, etc. I will be happy to respond.

[sapphicxshock]

Gymrat!Kassandra Headcanons

At one point or another, Kassandra definitely tried to convince you that she was a body builder or fitness influencer, but you see past that a few weeks into the relationship.

Her schedule is breakfast, morning workout, work, nap, evening workout, and then going home. You're pretty lucky if you see her for more than a couple of hours at home in the evening.

Kassandra had slept in the gym parking lot on multiple occasions because her workout in the evening ran late and she needed time to think of an apology for missing dinner with you.

The only reason you know that she's at the gym instead of out with other people are the pump pictures she sends you or the clip of her panting during cardio.

She's secretly a picky eater, so most of what she's always just eaten was chicken and plain rice, so the dietary change isn't too hard for her.

Kassandra knows that you aren't obsessive about fitness like she is, so she always makes sure that you are well fed with flavorful food that she doesn't really care to touch.

When you workout with her, Kassandra switches between coddling you and putting you through hell. By the end of things, she is giving you apology kisses and offering piggyback rides from the car to the house.

Kassandra likes to lift you up like you're absolutely nothing, and while it can be fun, she does not check if you're okay with this before she does it.

Muscular space heater of a woman to sleep with. Sometimes it's uncomfortable, but unfortunately part of the muscular girlfriend tax is being cuddled to death on a nightly basis. 100/10 way to go out, and just know one of these nights, she's gonna accidentally squeeze you too hard.

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Stamina for days. Most of the time, you're the one tapping out because you can't take any more.

Kassandra will see something wildly complicated and swear she can do it because "it's just core strength"

She will put you in positions or fuck you places that guarantee you're sore for a week, but you can't be too annoyed when she makes you feel so good.

Swears up and down that her favorite dessert is you, and always says that before practically demanding that you sit on her face.

One time you refused claiming that you'd hurt her neck and she pouted all night until you let her prove you wrong. That night she didn't let you tap out or move, she went for a knockout.

Restraints are for show, and she tries to play along, but her hips have a mind of their own.

Even if you're on top, she's doing a lot of the work just because she can't stop herself.

Rough sex unlike anything you've ever felt, and while Kassandra does go a bit hard sometimes, she is not going to just leave you sore and aching. She knows so many remedies for sore muscles, you just pick your favorite in the moment.

Actively poses and flexes during sex, and will get unbelievably cocky if you do a little body worship. She's worked hard to look as good as she does, so she deserves it.

Surprisingly sensitive in a lot of areas, so she needs a little coaxing before you get to touch her all over.

[inari-zaheer]

Could I get something Kassandra or f!evior please for your writing asks? Thank you!!

Dating Headcanons

Pairing: Kassandra x Reader; F!Eivor x Reader

Song: Golden Brown - The Stranglers

W/C: 600

T/W: None

Kassandra

Kassandra is a very intense and romantic lover

She'd literally worship the ground you walk in as if she was not a goddess herself

She'd always have her hands on you, either being on your waist, shoulders, back, holding your hand, etc.

A perfect date for her would be a picnic at sunset, she'd pick the best wine, have fresh fruits and savory snacks, although she'd probably spend most of the time admiring you

She takes a long time to sleep and toss and turn most nights, but her favorite position is to have you on her chest so she can caress your back and smell your hair as it helps her to relax

Her love languages are physical touch and gift giving, as i said, she always needs to be touching you, and every time you say you want/likes something she makes a mental note and surprises you with it, clothing, jewelry, books, food, you name it

Kassandra would like to get married if you wanted to, but a very simple ceremony, just the two of you and some very close friends to celebrate your love

She loves when you help her release tension by giving her massages, she feels so relaxed and cared for

She'd teach you how to fight but only to spare with her for fun, gods forbid you ever needed to fight for good, she'd never want you to risk your life

Sometimes she may not be that good at showing her love verbally, but she is an amazing poet and you always have something to read from her, specially when she leaves for long missions

Eivor

Eivor is a very attentive and sweet lover

She'd go above and beyond with all she could to protect you, she will teach you how to defend yourself, but she'd prefer if you just stayed safe at the settlement

You are one of the only people she trust to treat her battle wounds, although it might take lots of convincing to get her to accept she needs it

She loves when you're the one braiding her hair, she just melts into your touch

Her life is always surrounded by weapons, blood and combat, so a perfect date for her would be a simple walk around the settlement, taking her time to enjoy every single moment with you, the only time she allows herself to forget about her duties and worries

Eivor is a very light sleeper and sleeps like a rock all night, her favorite position is big spoon, where she can keep you warm in the winter and can protect you in her embrace

Her love languages are physical touch and acts of service, so aside from her loving touches she's always doing something for you, you said a shirt needed stitches? Already fixed. Something needed to be fixed in your room? Done a few minutes later. Needed specific herbs? She's already crossing the country to get them for you. She just wants you to have the best always

Eivor have lots of cute nicknames for you and she's not ashamed to call you every single one of them in front of others to show that you are hers

She'd love to have matching face paint with you, preparing the paint herself and having you paint each other

Eivor would not play about your wedding lol, she'd invite each and every one of her friends from other clans to celebrate with a big feast and everything you deserve on the happiest day of your life