#Diego Luna x Reader

[writingdumpster]

for so long

pairing: Cassian x reader

warnings: non graphic injury description, heated make out

summary: When you defy an order and risk your life on a mission Cassian accidentally confesses his love for you in his anger.

word count: 1,325

Your ship pulled off the ground and you watched as Hoth disappeared beneath you. It was a gunfight on the way back to the ship, but you and Cassian were safe and you had retrieved the drive you came for successfully. It was a successful mission, and it would be difficult for anyone to argue otherwise. Nevertheless you were being yelled at. K-2 was piloting the craft, leaving Cassian free to focus his attention on you.

“I told you to leave! It doesn’t matter what I do! I gave you an order!” Cassian yelled at you. You had taken a seat on a stool at the holotable. He was still standing, unable to calm himself enough to sit down.

“So, I was just supposed to leave you there?” You asked. “We got away fine, Andor. I don’t get what the problem is.” You were exasperated by Cassian. Sure, the mission hadn’t gone to plan, but it wasn’t that bad. Everyone was okay and you’d gotten what you came for.

“The problem is you almost died!” Cassian shouted.

“You almost die every day!” You snapped.

“That’s me, not you!” Cassian yelled back.

“So, you’re allowed to be in danger, but I’m not? Why?” You asked angrily.

“Because I love you!” Cassian shouted without thinking about it. The ship fell silent.

“You love me?” you murmured in question.

“I…I did not mean to say that. I’m…sorry,” Cassian said as he avoided eye contact with you.

“Cassian,” you called. “Do you really love me?” Your voice was light and sweet. It was the same voice you used with him whenever you were patching him up.

“I…We’re partners,” Cassian deflected.

“I know that, Cass.” The use of the nickname made Cassian’s heart skip a beat. “I asked if you love me.”

“Y/N, we should not talk about this,” Cassian said. He hadn’t made eye contact with you once since his confession. You stood up and approached him. There was only about a foot of space between you. Cassian turned his head to look at K-2 in the cockpit.

“Cassian, look at me,” you requested. Cassian pressed his lips together tightly before turning his head to look down at you. You reached up and cupped his jaw in your hand, his stubble scratching your palm lightly. You started to lean towards him slowly.

“Y/N, we can’t,” Cassian whispered. You could feel his breath against your lips.

“Why not?” You asked, maintaining your closeness. Cassian didn’t move away either.

“We’re partners,” he said. You gently ran your thumb along Cassian’s cheek. It was only another moment before you felt his hands gently resting on your hips. His touch was light. He was nervous. He still wasn’t sure he should be allowed to touch you at all.

“Do you love me, Kassa?” Cassian blushed brightly. He’d told you his birth name once during a late night stakeout. He didn’t think you even remembered it. He loved the way it sounded coming from you though. It made him feel like you really knew him. Like you were his family.

“Yes,” Cassian admitted quietly. “I love you.” You smiled softly. You leaned forward and kissed him passionately, tongue pushing into his mouth. He hummed in pleasure when you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck. You released his lips but kept your foreheads pressed together.

“I love you too, Cassian,” you said.

”I’ve wanted you for so long,” Cassian murmured as his hands gripped you tighter, pulling your body against his. Your hands found a place on his broad shoulders. You slid them to the collar of his jacket. You started to push it off him. He quickly began to aid you, but you stopped him when you saw a blood stain on his shirt.

“Cassian, you’re bleeding!” You exclaimed. He glanced down.

“It’s a graze,” Cassian said. “We can deal with it later.” He tossed his jacket all the way off. You lifted his shirt. He continued to help you but his expression dropped when he realized you were just examining the wound.

“Baby, I’m fine,” Cassian sighed as he tossed the shirt off. You smirked.

“‘Baby,’ huh?” You teased him as you carefully examined the blaster graze and burns around it. Cassian’s cheeks warmed.

“Is that alright?” He asked. His hands moved to your waist as your eyes searched the rest of his body for other wounds he was ignoring.

“It’s alright, honey,” you said with a smirk. Cassian grinned. “Now sit down. I’m going to get a medpack,” you finished. He huffed quietly. He didn’t release you. “Let go, Cass,” you said in a sing-songy voice.

“Can’t it wait?” Cassian pleaded. He leaned forward and began pressing his lips to your exposed neck. “Aren’t we in the middle of something more important?” You gave his biceps a squeeze as you pushed him away from you.

“We can get back to this once I’ve finished patching you up,” you promised. “Sit.” Cassian pursed his lips, but took a seat and waited for you to return with the medpack.

When you did you sat across from Cassian. The graze was just above his waist on the side of his body. You dug out the antiseptic and found a small cloth.

“Lift your arm,” you instructed Cassian. He sighed but did as you asked. You leaned towards him and began carefully cleaning the wound. About ten seconds into your work he put his arm down and reached out to push a loose piece of hair behind your ear, leaving the hand to rest on your cheek once he had. “Cass,” you warned.

“What?” Cassian asked, feigning innocence.

“Just let me finish taking care of you,” you told him.

“I want to take care of you right now,” he said, moving his other hand to your thigh.

“I’m serious, Cass,” you said. “We aren’t doing anything until I’ve got you all bandaged up.” He pouted as he pulled his hands back, earning a giggle from you.

“You’re laughing at me?” Cassian exclaimed.

“You’re just so cute, honey,” you said. His cheeks heated at the compliment. You removed a piece of ash lodged in the wound. He winced.

“Sorry, Kassa,” you cooed. “I know it hurts.”

“I’m alright, baby,” Cassian said. “Don’t worry about me.” You put down the antiseptic and took a bandage in your hand.

“I’m always going to worry about you,” you said sweetly. He took a piece of your hair in his fingers and was twirling it around his finger. You put your hand against his side again. You were about to put the bandage on.

“You’re taking a long time,” Cassian complained.

“Quiet, you,” you said. “I’m almost done.” You laid the bandage down over the wound carefully and sealed it to Cassian’s skin. You leaned down and pressed a kiss over the bandage before sitting back up and looking at him with a smile.

“Are you done? Can I kiss you now?” Cassian asked eagerly. You chuckled lightly.

“Yes, Captain Andor,” you teased. “You can kiss me now.” Cassian growled.

“You can’t call me that now. K2 is still here,” he groaned. You giggled when you realized how he felt about the title. You recalled that after your first week of working with him he asked you to stop using his title.

“Just kiss me, Cassian,” you murmured.

Cassian didn’t waste another moment before pushing his lips against yours. His lips were warm despite the fact that you’d just departed the cold of Hoth. You took his bottom lip in your teeth and tugged for a moment before he took control and pushed his tongue into your mouth.

You were growing lost in the feeling of Cassian’s mouth against yours, totally and completely addicted to his taste already. Time or space didn’t seem to exist anymore. There was nothing but you and Cassian. You were his and he was yours and nothing else mattered.

[pedropascallme]

Silence the Night

Pairing: sick!Cassian x gn!Reader

Summary: “Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely.”

Warnings: None :) Comfort and fluff with sick Cass.

AN: Post-Andor S1, pre-Rogue One. Yeah this plot makes little to no sense but give a girl a break. Sometimes I need to write silly little things about my silly little babygirl. 

“Let me in.”

You flipped yourself over, staring at the ceiling from the comfort of your bunk having been pulled from your admittedly light sleep by the familiar voice on the other side of the door. There was no time for idling in the rebel barracks; meals were eaten quickly, conversations were cut short, sleep was not a given, and neither was coming home at the end of the day. Suffice to say, despite the stifled urgency in Cassian’s voice, you hesitated to let him in after the rude awakening he had caused you after a day of running in every direction. 

You heard a near whine of your name as Cassian continued his plea for you to open up. “I know you’re here. Come on!” He knocked on the metal that divided the two of you, then let out what you assumed was a sneeze. Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely. His sunken eyes were red around the edges and glassy. You frowned.

“See, there you go!” He pushed past you and into your room, “Not so hard to just open up.” He stripped off the tan jacket he loved so dearly and threw it onto the chair pushed into the small desk that took up the far-left corner of the room before falling backwards onto your bunk, arms spread above his head. He had gotten as comfortable in your room as you had in his; most intervals between flight patrol were spent together, most meals were eaten together, most secrets shared. He was the first person that had made you feel like you were meant to be rebelling, he had put effort into showing you that you had a place in these barracks and in this fight—and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes, though he could be a pain in the ass.

 “Cassian,” you closed the door, flicking on the overhead light as you turned to face him, watching him blink to get used to the brightness, “why are you here?”

“Ouch.” He moved a hand to cover his chest, shielding his heart from your words.

“Why are you here right now?”

“To hang out with you.” He rolled over on the mattress and shifted his body upwards to grab your pillow and cradle it to his chest.

“I can’t—” You hardly managed to get the words out before he was tsking you.

“You’re not on the schedule for the next 8 hours.” He chided.

“I want to use those to sleep!”

“So, sleep. I’ll stay here.” He sat up and patted the place beside him to coax you toward him. You crossed your arms. 

“Cassian.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes?” He sneezed again, trying to muffle it in his shoulder.

“Are you sick?” 

“No. Allergies.” He was trying to sound confident, but the quick counter gave away his defensive attitude. 

“You’re an awful liar. Get off my bed.” You walked over to him, attempting to pull him off the bunk to no avail. 

He protested by going limp and falling onto his back. “Let me stay.” He looked up at you, brown eyes pleading and hair falling over his forehead. “I can be quiet.”

“No, you can’t. And I’m more worried about you getting me sick.” 

“I won’t!” He sneezed, then smiled at you sheepishly.

You sighed, looking over at the clock on the desk and taking in the fact that arguing with Cassian had, per usual, taken up far more time than it was worth. You sat next to him, defeated. He hummed in content.

“I’m going to sleep.” You waved him off as he sat up to meet your gaze. “Are you just going to sit and watch me? Like some beady-eyed porg?”

“I’ll sleep, too.” He resigned to the fact that, although he had won a battle, you would not forgo the rest you so desperately wanted. You made a noise of approval, reaching for the pillow he had moved to the foot of the bed so that you could put it back in its necessary position. You crawled under the sheet and watched as Cassian took off his boots before turning off the light and coming to lie next to you. He positioned himself above the sheet, letting out a string of coughs and resting his head at a distance from yours on the other pillow.

“Don’t cough on me.” You mumbled, closing your eyes.

“I didn’t cough on you.” 

“You coughed near me.”

“That’s not at all the same thing.” He turned his head to look at you, waiting to see if he could goad you into another argument. You swatted at his chest. 

It wasn’t unusual to share a bed with another person on the base; between away missions and overcrowding and all the drills, you couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes the times you had huddled into a cot with another rebel. It was always more welcome when that rebel was Cassian, not only because of the familiarity you felt around him, not only because of the attraction to him that you tried to keep at bay, but mostly because of the blanket of protection he seemed to offer you. He was by no means a watchdog—he slept far too deeply to offer any sort of intruder alert—but his frame felt like a sort of safe haven from the galaxy at large. You had never found the courage to admit that to him, and expected that if you ever did, the confession would be met with his usual ribbing. 

Cassian made a low rumbling sound, turning his head away from you to face the wall. You groaned, turning on your side toward him. “Cough.” He did. “Don’t torture yourself on my account, Cass.” You settled back into the mattress in your new position, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Don’t want to disturb you.” He whispered, ignoring the fact that you had addressed him at a normal volume, keeping up the front of really not wanting to get in the way of the sleep you craved. You kicked him lightly from under the sheet and he sneezed in your direction. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you kicked at him again, “and get under the blanket.”

“Why?”

“You’ll sweat out whatever it is you have.” Ultimately, your true intention was to be closer to him, to have him surround you more, but the concept of him recovering from whatever it is he had caught was an appealing one if this is how he was going to act while ill. He relented, pushing himself off the bed with his shoulders and feet to shimmy the sheet down and back over his legs and torso. You remained on your side with him on his back, trying to ignore the way his profile looked and the sounds of chatter and machinery outside your room. It was hard to imagine a life beyond all the pandemonium; at this point in your life, you had gotten used to the all-encompassing cacophony of the galaxy. Having been so young when the Senate came crashing down and the Empire formed from its ashes, there were times where it felt like noise was the only constant, and there was worry that accompanied the thoughts that maybe you would only ever know the tumult of the Empire—the screams and jeers and hushed conversations over fears that, at a certain and much earlier time, would have felt so outlandish, were now just a backing score. You rubbed your eyes and went back to tracing the shape of Cassian’s nose with your eyes. He turned himself on his side to face you, opening his eyes and staring back at you.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, for some reason now genuinely feeling the need to stay hushed.

“We should see if there’s any soup tomorrow…” You murmured, trying to bury yourself into your pillow. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to have been caught staring after putting up such a fight to allow you to fall asleep, it was more so the thought of having been using him as a distraction from the doubt you were plagued with.

“You’re also a terrible liar.” He traced back of his hand over your cheek in an effort to get you to emerge from your pillow. You turned back to him, grateful for the contact he was giving you. You took his hand from your cheek and clasped it in your own.

“What if it’s all for nothing.” You managed to whisper. You didn’t need to clarify what it was you meant, he of all people knew that any effort against the Empire was a long shot.

“It isn’t.” He was blunt, and you didn’t have to look at him to know his face was painted with the same thousand-yard stare you had grown accustomed to seeing him wear. Sometimes you felt guilty when it came to burdening Cassian with your cynicism and all the dread you harbored. He had told you about his childhood, about his foray into the rebellion, detailed how he had overcome all odds—and all you had given in return was your hesitation. 

“And if it is?” He examined you, his smile faded slightly, and even in the darkness of your room you could see how his eyes darted over your face.

“At least we’re doing it together.” He squeezed your hand. It wasn’t a complete answer, not that you had expected one. Nobody on the base would ever bring themselves to really contemplate the repercussions of the whole operation, of any greater failures. Still, the confidence in Cassian’s voice was enough to bring you peace of mind for now, at least. The two of you stayed like that, looking at each other, fingers intertwined and breathing in sync. 

“I feel safer with you, Cassian.” You broke the silence, feeling that now was as good a time as any to disclose the information to him. He said nothing, continuing to look at you and ruminating in the quiet. For a brief moment you felt the sting of rejection, but before you could come to terms with the idea that your confession had gone unheeded, you felt Cassian wrap an arm around you. He pulled you closer to him, pushing his other arm underneath your side to fully sweep you into his embrace. You felt his legs tangle with your own and the room felt soundless; something about how you felt his breath fan the top of your head or how his hands felt spread over your back made you feel a stillness you hadn’t thought possible. 

“You are safe with me.” He mumbled into your hair, and you leaned into him in an attempt to get as close as you possibly could. You felt his heart beating into you from the position you held, and you made a small sound of what was meant to be appreciation. You basked in the quiet, the calm seeping into your aching body and taking hold of your mind, settling your thoughts and insecurities. All you knew in this instant was Cassian, and his warmth, and his voice, and the way he smelled like smoke and x-wing grease and Alliance issued soap. You breathed deeply against him. He made another guttural sound.

“Cough, Cassian.” You whispered against his chest, and he did, trying not to interfere with the comfort you both felt in the newfound arrangement you had found yourselves in. “I was serious about the soup.”

“Mm,” he grunted, “like you were serious about sweating it out?” You smiled, moving your face slightly upwards so you could feel the soft skin of his neck against your nose. He kissed your forehead, his lips making gentle contact and staying pressed to you for a stretch. “Terrible liar.” He chuckled, letting his head drop comfortably on the pillow you now shared. You wriggled an arm out from between your bodies to swat at him again. He sneezed.

[archieimagines]

hold me through the storm | cassian andor

Summary: Sometimes, escaping TIE fighters during a storm means crash-landing and getting whiplash. Luckily, Cassian knows just how to make it better.

so, it turns out everyone’s thirsty for cassian fluff. yes, our followers have taste! warnings: mild injury, thunderstorms, teeth-rottingly indulgent fluff. note: this one’s special to me, because it’s actually based off a soundscape that i use to sleep on most nights. i recommend that you listen to the second half of it while you read this (the first half has cassian speaking, but it doesn’t quite match up with this)! find it on youtube here and spotify here, which i’ve started from my recommendation point for this fic (about 26 minutes in).  word count: 1989 requested by: @angstyvirgin001 and @minigirl87​. i hope you enjoy this, and that it makes you feel better <3 requests are open until sunday night! written by: archie

You hissed through your teeth, rubbing and squeezing at your nape to ease the strain.

That landing was far from your best. You probably took a crater out of the planet with how you plummeted, but there wasn’t much choice at all after those TIE fighters blew your freighter’s wing off.

Remarkably, the craft had landed without combusting or killing either of you inside, and the rumbling storm was severe enough that it would surely protect you from the searching starfighters. They were probably still looking.

You jolted to slam off the backup lights at the thought. The red bulbs instantly shut off, sending the whole ship into darkness, bar the tiny specks of red and green from the operation boards.

The freighter door slung open with a great screech of a sound. Howls of the thunderous wind and torrential rain deafened the cabin. “You wanna put on one light, maybe? I can’t even see!” Cassian’s voice battled the storm as he blindly clambered into the ship, a little clumsy in the darkness.

“Yeah, let me just-“ you flicked a couple of switches, and soon a single red bulb gave a dim glow, just enough to show you Cassian’s silhouette as he wrestled the door closed against the elements, the whole ship shaking with the force of his slam.

The overhead storm quieted instantly, now a low growl in the distance as he shrugged off his outer jacket, soaked through.

“We’re safe?”

“Yes,” he grunted, “There’s no one around and the storm gives us good cover. Let’s hope it keeps up until morning, and then we’ll look for damage or a way out of here.”

You started with a nod, but halted with a wince.

Somehow, he always noticed everything you did. Even when you tried to hide it from him, even when a wild storm should’ve masked the sounds of your pain, he noticed.

He’d been overly protective of you ever since you met him as a young, scared boy on Ferrix. He didn’t need to speak the same language as you to make a deep bond. You were kind and gentle with him, no matter how he resisted at first. You owned your place as a friendly face in a whir of change even as a young child, and you dropped by after school every day, just to see him and share your handmade toys.

He resisted at first, but it took barely a week for him to place every ounce of his trust in you.

Just two children, seeing each other through the horrors of Imperial-ruled childhood. And now, Imperial-ruled adulthood. You were together through everything and it was a known fact that would never change.

“What is it?” He was by your side in an instant, the dim crimson light showing up the concern in his eyes. “Are you hurt? Why are you not more careful by now?”

“Because TIE fighters, Cassian. Because TIE fighters. But don’t worry, I’m fine, just a little whiplash.” You tried to bat him away as he reached out to you, but he just knocked your hands away in return. “I’ll be better with a couple of days rest,” you comforted, but it didn’t stop his cold fingers from slipping under the back of your collar, leaving trails of raindrops across your skin as he pressed and squeezed there, seeking any pain out.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmured, glancing through the glass of the cockpit as his fingers still worked. Clearly double checking that the spot was actually safe, but the rain was far too heavy to see clearly through the glass, and the wind shook the ship even while it was still.

“I’m fine, Cass. We’re fine, let’s just sleep,” you knocked his hand away for final, stepping out of the pilot’s seat. “Stare as much as you like, but no light fighter with a brain would try and fly this low in these winds.”

“I promised I’d take care of you,” he reasoned, stepping aside to let you brush past into the cargo bay, “So I have to be sure.”

“Mhm, you keep that up,” you hummed, pulling the tab in the wall for the bunk mat, bending at the knees to protect your neck as you rolled it out full-length across the floor. “You battle the Empire. In the middle of a storm. In a crashed out ship with no comms. And me? I’ll be far away on an imaginary beach, spotchka in hand.”

His hushed laugh was a relief to your ears. “I’ll come too.” He gave one last glance out the window before fishing out a bottle of water and a packet of dried food. “Here’s your spotchka.”

You grinned up at him, despite the dire situation at hand. “Mm, delicious.”

As you both perched on the mattress to eat, you found it wasn’t particularly padded and was definitely a little skinny for two people. It was clearly designed for one-at-a-time watchkeeping, but you knew neither of you would mind at all.

There was a time where both of you would’ve fit side by side on such a mat with room to spare.

It was a whole routine. Ten-year-old you would conspire with a focused Kassa, who was keen on picking up as many words as he could, and then present a case to your parents as to why you should stay at Maarva’s. It’d take a full half hour of nagging, a handful of accented ‘please’s from young Cass, and once in a blue moon you’d find yourself sleeping amongst a pile of blankets on Maarva’s couch, Cassian’s feet by your head and yours by his, shoving your toes in his cheek and erupting with giggles in the night.

Maarva would wake to find the two of you with limbs thrown everywhere, sleeping heavily after a long night of multilingual laughter. 

You were inseparable then, and nothing had changed in all these years. 

Cassian scrunched up the wrappers and tucked them away, comfortably quiet amongst the trembling ship and rumbling howls of outside. “Lay down,” he spoke, and his affectionate tone didn’t hide that it was a command.

You were far too tired and sore to dispute it even if you wanted to. You shrugged off your jacket and bundled it up into a makeshift pillow and curled up instantly. The jacket didn’t quite give your sore neck the support it needed, so you settled an arm under your head in a feeble effort to relieve the strain and quietly watched the ruby outline of his silhouette bustling around the ship. He flicked switches and secured latches as he went, locking the vehicle down as far as he could before flicking off that little red bulb too.

Darkness flooded the space and your attention shifted to the metallic steps of his boots.

Somehow, Cassian had gone all this time without needing to know of your fear of the dark. Perhaps because whenever he was around to witness it, it had no power over you. His presence fought off the fears every time and now was no different, even with the howls of the thunder, the wind and rain that jostled the ship, the knowledge of the Empire flying overhead. None of it could touch this space with a single ounce of fear. Cassian was here.

His footsteps slowed as he neared where he’d remembered the mattress was, and you gave a soft hum to help with his locating. He caught on to where exactly you were and perched on the end of the mattress, a clumsy hand reaching out until he found where your shoulder lay. He shifted to lay down beside you and pressed in close without any hesitation. The routine was natural by now.

“Is your neck okay?” His accent twirled through the air, his voice velvet as he pulled off his own coat and draped it over both your torsos.

“It will be,” you murmured. Sleep tugged at the corner of your mind but you pushed it away to absorb these moments. It was this kind of interaction that made this lifestyle worth it. You and Cassian against the elements together. Against the odds.

A mellow breath pushed from his lungs. “Come here.” He didn’t give a chance for you to respond before he slipped his arm under your neck, easily bringing your head to rest in the crook of his shoulder, bicep supporting your injury as he took your jacket-pillow to support his own head. You tugged the hem of his makeshift coat-blanket to your chin and bundled in closely, eyes fluttering shut to focus on that familiar, safe scent.

He always smelled the same, whether he’d just cleaned or not. He smelled as if he’d carried the forests of Kenari with him all these years, and yet the mustiness of ships and adventure had sunk into his hair and clothes. Home.

“Mn. Thanks, Cas,” came your voice, riding out on a content sigh that could have easily been part of the storm outside. 

But he’d heard just fine. “Don’t thank me,” he mused, voice deepening with weariness. A arm reached across you, and his healing fingers found the nape of your neck. He gave gentle presses and slow rubs across the area, thorough circles, so tender and yet so firm. “I don’t do this out of obligation.”

You shuffled your body closer, pressing in to share warmth. A content hum slipped out when his thumb found a collection of strained muscles and eased away the tightness. “Then why?”

His reply came so gently that if the storm had dared to send you thunder, you would have missed it.

“I want to take care of you.”

Your heart swelled, eyes flying open to try and find his shape in the darkness. You held such love for this man. For your Cassian. It wasn’t even purely romantic- he was so dear to you in every way he possibly could be.

And clearly, he felt the same.

It was rare that he’d be so vocal about his affections. But when he did say them it wasn’t even because he wanted a reaction, or merit, or recognition. Nothing of the sort. It was simply honest, and he’d share it as such.

You weren’t quite sure how to express this with him, so you let your touch wander. Your palm settled on his chest with slow, circular rubs in return, every ounce of your attention focused on sending him to sleep. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured.

“You deserve it all,” came his definitive reply.

Somehow, it brought a pleasant sting of tears to your eyes, so you closed them and basked in the feeling.

Being in Cassian’s arms, in the bubble of this ship inside the storm, protected. Safe. The cold of the cargo bay seeped into the toes of your boots, only serving to remind you how warm the rest of you was when tucked into his side, beneath his coat.

Somewhere along the line, his breathing evened and his fingers stopped massaging, the comforting weight of his forearm settling across the side of your neck. 

Maarva used to worry about his sleeping. When he’d first arrived, he’d fight sleep into the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t insomnia, the doctors had said, it was distrust. Fear.

But that first night he’d joined you on Maarva’s couch, toe-to-cheek, he was out like a light. Since then, you’d struggled to believe he’d ever fought off sleep. Whenever you were there, he’d be gone instantly. Soundly. 

His breathing slipped into those comfortable, dulcet snores. They were so gentle that you wouldn’t be able to hear them over the storm if not for being so close, enough to feel his flow of air flutter over the side of your face.

It was the most soothing, most homely sound you could ever think of. Oft times, laying in your bed alone, you’d imagine his snores beside you so that you could sleep.

This time, you didn’t need to.

Your eyes fell closed again, every inch of your body warm with his presence, and let his snores take you into slumber with him.

When you got to your dreams, he was waiting there.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Reasons, Ch.6 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. Word Count: 2,260 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence; cursing Taglist: @mithicakurogo @nonniecannie @freerangesweets @zbeez-outlet @chicken-fifi @queerponcho @theatergirlmgm @oh-yeah-i-exist @shakespeareanlead @idontevenknow1359

The sound of waves licking the sandy beach below had become a steady soundtrack that pounded around your head all hours of the day and night. You’d at first been mesmerized by the planet Niamos - to think, its inhabitants lived within full eyesight of an ocean at all times - but now, almost three and a half months after your frenetic arrival, boredom mixed with fear had gotten inextricably mixed with the sounds and smells of the ocean and you realized that you hated it here. Especially without Cassian.

He hadn’t stayed long, maybe two days. He’d dumped you in this beautiful, empty house and left with barely a word…

“I need to see my contact on Coruscant.” His dark eyes were red-rimmed from lack of sleep and cold. “Need to sort out safe passage for you. Get forged papers, new documents. It’ll take a while.”

You’d breathed in a heavy, long breath. Exhaustion had settled deep in the center of your bones, but what choice did you have? You were a fugitive now.

You nodded numbly, looking longing out through the perpetually-open wall of glass at the ocean stretched out to the horizon line. 

“I’ll go pack,” you replied, sliding out of the chair you were in and heading towards the bedroom you were staying in. “Won’t take long.”

Cassian caught your hand as you turned away. His touch sent electricity ricocheting up your arm, stealing your breath. You turned back to him, wondering if you looked as hopeful as you felt. 

“I’m going alone,” he clarified. His voice sounded sad and far away, but those dark, bottomless eyes revealed nothing. 

You didn’t know what to say. What to ask. Where would you stay? Here, you supposed, only because there was nowhere else to go. You’d realized very quickly that the Galaxy was massive, and you’d never left Ferrix before. The only person that you knew out here was Cassian, and laying claim to ‘knowing’ him felt like a lie. You felt that now more than ever. You didn’t really know him at all. 

You felt yourself give a shrug. Half resignation, half confusion. Cassian watched you quietly as you slid back into the chair, your eyes returning to the waves. Each time a new wave boiled up from the ocean depths, crested, and then crashed in a spray of foam on the seashore, you felt a new emotion rise up and crash open inside you. Grief. Rage. Despair. Terror. 

You don’t know how long you’d sat there, staring at the sea. After a long while of sitting still and thinking, you said the only thing that really mattered to you anymore. “Don’t forget to come back for me.”

Cassian hadn’t said a word after that. He’d simply slipped out the door without so much as a backwards glance. Leaving you to the empty house that looked out over the empty ocean…

The realization that Cassian wasn’t coming back for you had hit you somewhere around week seven. He hadn’t left a way for you to contact him, or vice versa. He hadn’t sent anyone to check on you. He hadn’t squirreled away a secret note or some small token of his remembrance. It was like he’d never been here at all. And that was by design. He was covering his tracks. Sure, you were on the run. But so was he. 

You wondered where in the escape things had gone sideways. He’d seemed so deliriously guilty about getting you tied up with the Empire when he’d broken into your home on Ferrix. He’d been tender in taking care of you after hyperdrive sickness, and then he’d brought you here. To safety. Because he cared… right?

There was one moment that everything had pivoted. You could barely bring yourself to think of it. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment (and desire, if you were completely truthful) each time you relived that kiss. It had to be the kiss. You’d crossed a line, you told yourself. Cassian was just trying to save your skin, and you’d gone and made it some sort of tragedy-romance mashup of bad luck and bad decisions when you’d slapped your lips on his. I’ve always been a good actor. You’d never forget those words. He’d been acting as the good guy, trying to make up for his wrongs by pulling you out of Ferrix. But that’s where it had ended. You’d fallen for his show, and you’d ruined everything. And now, you were alone. Just you and the ocean. 

Three and a half months was a long time to be by yourself. You’d managed to get by on the credits you’d had the sense to pack before fleeing your home, but that supply was dwindling. Pretty soon you’d have to make a choice: go home, or set up shop here. You’d have to fix droids. It was all you knew. But setting up shop somewhere new was bound to be fraught with challenges. You didn’t know the market, didn’t have a customer base. There were bound to be other droidsmiths on Niamos, so you’d be making enemies while you were bowing and scraping, taking whatever anyone would throw at you, all in the name of buying trust and goodwill and maybe, hopefully, a repeat customer. 

But worst of all, setting up shop here felt final. Setting up shop here meant that you wouldn’t be leaving. That this was home now. And, at the end of the day, that meant that Cassian wasn’t coming back. 

You hated him for leaving you, but not enough to give up all hope. Not yet. You counted the credits you had left. One more week, you thought to yourself. If he’s not back by then, I’ll start looking for shop space. 

An empty promise, you knew. You’d made the same one for the last four weeks.

* * * * * * * * *

Cassian felt fire burning in his veins as he held Senator Mothma’s gaze, her last words hanging heavy in the darkness between them. 

“I cannot afford to wait another week,” Cassian growled through gritted teeth, his hands trembling at his side. “It’s been almost four months already, Senator.”

Senator Mothma fidgeted uncomfortably with the large hood that obscured her face from the ambient light of a Coruscant night. They were quite alone in the rancid-smelling alley that Cassian had chosen for their meet-up, but the hum of the city-planet rang in their ears. A reminder to be quick, and be on their way. 

“I’m sorry, Cassian, I truly am, but I simply canno-”

“Senator, with respect, I am tired of your apologies.” Cassian was pacing now, his voice breaking free of the constraints of whispering. His temper was fracturing with impatience. “My contact on Niamos is in constant danger, and you’ve kept us waiting for four months for papers!”

“Cassian, please.” The Senator cast a shifty glance around. No one was listening, but the last thing either of them needed was to make a spectacle of the exchange. A Senator caught in a clandestine midnight meeting with a known Rebellion agitator would do neither of them any good. To say nothing of the warrant for Cassian’s arrest and the bounty price of half a million credits on his head. Or the Senator’s deeply scrutinized allegiances and alleged ties to the Aldhani incident. 

Cassian tried to calm himself, but he was beyond reason. All he could see was your eyes, the way you’d crumpled when he’d told you he was coming to Coruscant alone. It had nearly broken him to leave you there, but the brutal calculus of life as a wanted criminal demanded the utmost adherence to scruples. Cassian couldn’t risk your life just to keep you near him. It would have been easy - too easy - to delude himself into thinking that the safest place for you was by his side. Right where he wanted you. But he’d already proven himself near-fatal to you, almost getting you good and shot on Ferrix just by trying to pay off his massive debt with some traced credits. And all that had been before that goddamned kiss. After that, he was sunk. Totally enraptured. He knew it from the instant he felt your lips on his. No, he was in far too deep. If it was the last thing he did, Cassian Andor meant to make good on his promise to you: he needed to get you set up somewhere safe and then make it so that you never saw him again. It was the best way - the only way - he could see to keep you safe. And as badly as he wanted you, he wanted you alive. More than anything, that was what mattered. 

He reminded himself of all of this, one painstaking bitter pill at a time. Slowly, incrementally, he felt the fire begin to burn off as his mind cleared to reason. When he finally felt calm enough to speak, he rounded on Senator Mothma.

“Senator, it gives me no pleasure to do this, but I simply cannot wait any longer. If I don’t have the papers I’ve requested - and paid for, mind you - by tomorrow, I’ll have to take matters in my own hands.” 

Senator Mothma inhaled, her chin jutting out proudly as her eyes simmered. “And just what does that mean, Cassian?” Puffed up and haughty, but Cassian saw a flicker of fear in the back of her eyes. She knew a threat when she heard one. And Cassian had been honest about one thing: it really didn’t give him any pleasure to play this hand with the Senator. She was a noble woman, strong in her beliefs and an astoundingly deft political operative. Smart and confident. Cassian respected her immensely. But, when all was said and done, she was proving to be a hindrance. Cassian had promises to fulfill. Or rather, promise. Singular. Your safety. He was determined that nothing - not the Senator’s delicate political situation, not an outstanding warrant for his arrest, not an entire garrison of Imperial Storm Troopers - would stand in his way.

“Let’s hope you don’t have to find out, Senator.” 

For a few tense seconds, the two of them sized each other up in the hazy darkness. Cassian’s gaze was steely, his resolve never stronger. Three months, three weeks, two days. His internal clock screeched like a tea kettle. Too long. 

After a few breaths, Senator Mothma deflated slightly, her head sagging on her proud neck. The way she crumpled, like a kite that’s lost its breeze, reminded Cassian of the way you’d looked as he’d left you alone by the seashore on Niamos. The memory brought the threat of tears to his eyes. 

“I’ll get them to you,” the Senator agreed. Her voice sounded stretched and thin. Cassian felt a pang of guilt for having to push her to this. He knew what she was risking - her career in the Senate, her daughter’s and husband’s safety, her own life - to get these forged identichips. Ever since the Empire had assumed power, identichips had become mandatory for Imperial citizens to carry at all times. Forged chips had quickly flourished as one of the most lucrative corners of the black market, but the Empire had expended considerable effort on quashing that enterprise in its infancy. Those willing to alter identichips were few and far between now; those willing to forge entirely new ones, even fewer. Only the very wealthy had enough credits to realistically purchase such a service, but forgers made themselves extremely scarce in efforts to avoid Imperial imprisonment. Not that Cassian blamed them - wasn’t that the fate he was trying to save you from, after all? - but their secretiveness had proven an unexpected time suck on his plans. Months had dragged by before Senator Mothma had even made contact with one, and now her order hadn’t been delivered on schedule. Cassian wasn’t sure what it would cost her to extort the identichips tonight, but he couldn’t allow himself to backtrack now. 

“Thank you.” He exhaled heavily, unsure if he felt relieved or more terrified than before. He’d been focusing for so long on getting the identichips that he hadn’t let himself think too hard on what would come after. Were you still on Niamos? Would you still want his help? Had the Empire found you? Were you still alive at all?

Unwilling to follow those thoughts any further, Cassian simply handed Senator Mothma a small strip of paper with a ship’s name and docking location scribbled on it. “I’m leaving at midday tomorrow,” he told her as she crumpled the paper and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. “Make sure my chips are on board by then.” 

She nodded again - a sad, completely exhausted acquiescence - and turned on her heels, vanishing into the foggy street. Cassian watched as she left, listening to the sound of her retreating footsteps. She was walking away with the power to make or break him, Cassian realized. If she didn’t deliver those chips, and Cassian couldn’t get back to you… 

He wasn’t sure what that would mean for him, except that his heart turned to ash in his chest whenever he thought of that possibility. Steeling himself against the mix of dread, relief, and adrenaline sitting on his shoulders, he turned the collar up on his coat and turned in the opposite direction from the Senator. He threw up a silent thought for you - all alone by the seaside in a beautiful, empty house - hundreds of thousands of miles away, but somehow still the closest thing he had to home.

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[septimaseverinawannawrite]

Saturday Seven 03

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing : Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Request: No.

Summaries: From this prompt; "You are hot when you are angry."

Warning: Mention of fungus and virus. Bad Writing? Using Y/N. Implying 18+ at the end.

Rate: T

Words: 390

A/N: Finally, I can drag myself to write my own challenging. A little bit change about devider, because the old one is too big.

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(Divider by @saradika)

“Cassian Jeron Andor!” Y/N shouted out loudly from the bathroom in her and Cassian’s quarter, on Hoth base. She knew she was not supposing to be furious towards him, but this time she really pissed of what he had done. It is just like his second nature before they married.

“What is it, love?” Cassian, who was wearing and apron and standing at the small area, where they could prepare and cook simple meals. He turned around, seeing that she grabbed his towel in her hand. He knew the consequence, sweet and innocence smiling for her should calm her down. But it did not help at all.

“How many times I tell you not to hang your towel in bathroom after you taking a shower!” Y/N frowned, trying not to look into his pair of those big brown eyes (and the glistening in them, sometimes). They almost got her every single time. “Your wet towel is gonna grow toxic fungus! And don’t make me mentioning about bacteria and germs! Are you a nine years old boy…”

Cassian didn’t argue or bicker back like previous. Today was his day-off. He had planned for a long time on spending the precious time with Y/N, nothing could worsen his mood today. He smiled at her while listening to her complaining. His delightful expression made her quirking her eyebrows – demanding for the reason why today he was unusual.

“You know, you are hot when you are angry.” His voice was flirtatious. Just like he said. Her eyebrows, her redden face, her mouth’s thing and her behaviour – it might not amenity in others’ attitude – but for him, they were adorable and pleasant.

“This is not the time, Cass. I really mean it! Do not charm your way out off trouble! The temperature here is proper, it makes fungus spreading and causing virus!” She continually complained, suddenly she was hugged by Cassian. His pointy nose on her cheeks, while his stubble tickling her jawline and the neck. “Cassian! Stop!”

“If you want me to stop, try me, darling.” Cassian saw that she was doing nothing but be grumpy. Finally, he smirked, carrying her onto his shoulder and ignoring her protesting, from a small kitchen to their bed. Of course, she did not stop yelling until he peppered the kisses all over her face and her lips.  

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[winniethewife]

My hand was the one you reached for (Cassian Andor X reader)

Warnings: angst, canon character death,

Words:440

“Cassian! Please don’t do this. This is a suicide mission.” She had managed to catch up to him after nearly chasing him across the base.

“I have to, the Rebellion needs me!” He says with an exasperated simile on his face. “It’ll be fine.”

“What about me, I need you, there’s no way you’re going to get the plans for that thing and survive!” She was desperate for him to hear her. to give the job to another unlucky guy, but she knows he won’t.

“Always remember us, always remember this.” Cassian takes her hands in his and squeezes them tightly. His chocolate brown eyes looking into hers, full of love and hope.

“I vowed not to cry anymore, not after everything” She says softly as she feels the sting of tears in her eyes.

“Shh…we just have to have hope. Fight for a better future.” Cassian reminds her. he presses a kiss to her knuckles.  “Remember when you said I have to trust more freely? Can you trust me to come home to you?” She laughs and shakes her head at him.

“You were playin' with fire, still are as far as I can tell.” She mutters. “Fine, but you better come home.” She sighs. Cassian pulls her in for a tight embrace.

“We’re going to win this darling. I know it.” Cassian smiles at her.

“I hope so.” She chuckles.

“I know so.” He said lovingly.

~

When she found out what happened on Scarif She was devastated, but she fought harder than ever over the next several years. With hard work and determination, they did win. She stood on the surface of Endor as the sky lit up with fire. But her hands felt empty, without his hand in hers. One day like many before she went to the memorial of the fallen Rebels on Coruscant, it was the closest place to a grave site she had to visit. She sat on one of the benches. She looked up to the sky.  

“Cassian…I can’t Believe it’s been 5 years since…Since I lost you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I thought the worst was over, but these days filled with nothing, with keeping the peace and governing? I almost miss the war. Mostly I miss you. I know you’d want me to move on with my life, but…It feels impossible, I vowed I would always be yours, I can’t see myself with anyone else. I can’t.” She spoke to nothing, but for a brief moment she feels the breeze move around her, a familiar warmth, a gentle embrace. Then the feeling passes. She smiled.

~

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[kybercvnt]

A Gift Worth A Thousand Words

Pairing – Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary – Cassian gives you a gift

Word Count – 885

A/N – This came to me in a dream lol

As much as Cassian wanted to stay in Ferrix and look after Maarva, there was always something about travelling the galaxy that appealed to him. He swears that he only does it out of necessity- to find his sister or to collect a sweetener for Maarv’s kaf that she can’t get locally, he even asks her for explicit consent to leave her for a short time despite her always waving him off and telling him he can do what he likes.

Although he deems these trips ‘necessary,’ sometimes he returns with a small trinket or some kind that he manages to pick up when he can on some worlds. These gifts were always for you. Cassian knew how much you wanted to see the galaxy, but being tied down with work on Ferrix meant that travelling was out of the range of possibility, so Cassian made it his goal to bring the galaxy to you.

You appreciated all the tiny figurines, postcards, and other touristy items he brought to you, but you anticipated his return more than any kind of knick-knack he gave you. Along with Cassian and whatever gadget he found, he brought stories with him to enthusiastically tell you and share every excruciating detail of the landscape so you could imagine it like you were there with him.

At the end of his tales, he would always look at you with that burning question, you could see it in his eyes, ‘come with me,’ but he knew the answer. He made the mistake of asking that one time and you had to disappoint him by saying that you would love to, but realistically it wouldn’t happen. Money was one thing, but Cassian made sure to let you know that that kind of thing wouldn’t be a problem with him, but there was also time- time that you truly couldn’t afford.

You heard a familiar knock at your door late one evening, one with enough force that it was distinctive to the person. When the doors whirred open to reveal your old friend, you both exchanged warming smiles with one another. Cassian invited himself inside when he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, his jacket crinkling under your touch.

“It’s good to see you, Cass,” you greeted into his shoulder.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Cassian chuffed.

“You never do,” you smiled at him. Quickly, he pulled a small box from the inside of his jacket, handing the small object to you. “What did you bring me this time?” You queried but offered him no time to answer before you pulled the lid up from its hinge.

Inside was a small wooden disc with a string neatly coiled behind it. It was engraved with a sun protruding from a horizon, its rays beaming to the edge of the ring that encapsulated the carving. Around the very edge of the disc was an inscription of a language that you were unfamiliar with.

Cassian could see your brows furrow when you scanned the words. “Hapan,” he said. You looked up at him with even more confusion. “The writing is in Hapan. I went to Hapes,” he clarified.

“What made you want to go there?” You asked. He shrugged.

“I had something to do there. Also, I heard the sight-seeing is great there,” he explained.

“So, what does it say?”

For a moment, he paused, then spoke with the warmest and softest voice, “dawn brings light, dawn brings change, dawn brings hope.” He kept his vision locked to your eyes, reading whatever sign you could give him.

The wood of the pendant was smooth when you traced over the inscriptions with a finger. Whoever made it made it with care as there wasn’t a splinter or split in sight. You looked back up to see Cassian’s gaze staring you down with adornment. The same look he gave you every time he came back from adventuring to give you something. This time, however, the gift was even more sentimental than it normally was.

“Cassian,” you breathed. His hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking over your skin.

“Come with me,” he said like he always says. Once more you had to disappoint the beautiful man and send him back into the unknowns of the galaxy where one day he might never return.

“Cassian, I can’t–”

“You don’t have to worry about credits. I have enough for the both of us for a while.”

“My job–”

“–Can do without you. I know how much you want to see other planets, you can do that with me– find your own souvenirs,” he said with sincerity. It wasn’t like he wasn’t sincere with the other hundred times he’s asked, but this time he had genuinely set his next destination on you.

He had taken your hesitation as an answer and closed in on the gap between your two bodies and pressed a warm kiss on your lips. Whatever words you had trouble forming before, he now helped you.

“I’ll come with you, Cass, I love you,” you said, cloaking his shoulders with your arms in a hug. You felt his hands climb up your back in return.

“I love you too,” he breathed into your hair, melting into your warm embrace.

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

LOVE YOU ANYWAY - C.A

Pairing: Cassian Andor x gn!reader

Summary: you had been by cassians side since he had arrived on the planet but when he went missing for a month you gave up on him. now he's back and wants to make up for it

Warnings: arguments, mentions of blood, fighting, scars, trauma, kissing, sadness, allusions to sex, wrongful imprisonment

Wordcount: 2.5k

tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway

You had never expected to be the person who waited around for a man to come back but ever since Cassian had vanished when the empire came looking for him, you had been waiting for him to come home.

Every day you woke up in his home with his mother, a sickening feeling in your stomach as you wondered what could be happening to him. Maarva had invited you to stay with her in the home after he had left as she was getting sicker every day and needed someone to stay with her at all times.

You had known the Andor ever since you met when he was just a young teenager and the three turned up on the planet. Maarva trusted you with her life and you felt the same way.

Cassian meant everything to you, he was your best friend, your confidante and the man you had always been in love with. Ever since you were little kids, that smile on his face had drawn you in and even though you knew he didnt feel the same way, you always stuck by his side.

And now you were waiting in his home for him to come back. The rain poured down heavy on the windows and you were making Maarva a pot of tea when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re entire frame tensed up and you rushed to the door, hand resting on the blaster in your holster and you tried to figure out what to do. You leaned closer to the door, eye peeking through the hole in the door as you tried to see who it was; ever since Cassians escapade, the security had increased and they were constantly wary that you and Maarva were plotting something.

You opened the door when you saw who it was and Cassian stumbled into the room, “Since when do you lock the door?” He questioned, not even wondering why you were at his house so late at night.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked at him, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out why he had come back and where he had been. He had shaved his beard off, leaving a light trail of stubble behind and his eyes seemed sadder than they had before. He looked like he had been through hell and back and you didnt know what had happened but every instinct in your body told you to hold him tight.

You just stood there as he walked in, looking at his mother as she sat on the sofa, “I’m sorry Cass, you cant stay here. Its not safe. There’s troopers everywhere now,” Maarva explained and you walked over, looking at the two.

You had never felt like you were intruding before but now as you stood there in his house, there was an awkward tension.

“The troopers got here fast,” Cassian stated, looking around.

You shook your head, thinking back to the day that the troopers bolted into Maarvas house where you were waiting for him. They had ransacked his entire room and the house, looking for some indication as to where he was and you werent going to tell them even if it meant that they killed you.

“They came the next day, kicked out pre-mor and took over the hotel. Ferrix is under imperial authorities,” you said, words spitting out like venom.

He turned to look at you. You seemed just as stressed out as he felt, bags under your eyes as you wrapped your cardigan closer around you. He wondered what had happened after he had left you to fend for yourself but he knew you were okay.

“You shouldn’t be here Cass,” you said, an almost bitterness to your voice. You had been the one to pick up the pieces after his mistake had done this to your city and to the peopl you cared about.

“I’m not going to ask what you’ve been doing but you need to think about this,” Maarva said, noticing the tense air in the room.

She had always thought that you and Cassian would be something one day but as you both stood here, you trying to conceal your anger towards him for the sake of diplomacy and him trying to hide his yearning for you after all the time apart she didnt know what to think.

“Someone turned me in,” Cassian said, almost spitting out the words as he turned to you.

“It wasnt me,” you said under his inquisitorial gaze and even though that’s not what he meant by looking at you, the damage had been done, ”It was Timm,” there was a shock on his face at the fact that one of his friends would be capable of doing something like that, “No point stewing over it, the corpus killed him when they were coming after you,”

Instinctively, your hand reacted up to your face, finger brushing over your temple and it was only now that he noticed a new scar there, deep and ragged and it sent an ache through his chest. There was so much guilt weighing down on him for what he did to the city of Ferrix but even more about what he did to you.

“The imperials are here to say,” Maarva said, interrupting the look between the two of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, we’re getting out of here,” Cassian said as he crouched in front of his mother before turning to look at you, “All of us,”

You scoffed, “All of us?” You questioned and he nodded, looking at you with a smile.

“We can go anywhere we want. I got lucky and I scored enough credits to get us anywhere. We can leave this mess behind and we can go tonight,” he said, looking between you and Marva with a boyish smile that you hadnt seen in a very long time, “I can make it happen, it’s gonna be different now,”

You shook your head in disbelief, “That’s where you’ve been? Running around with what, smugglers? Mercenaries?” You questioned, scoffing as all the anger finally came out after over a month of worry for him.

“Let’s not argue now,” he said, brows furrowed and his smile falling from his face. He hadn’t released how mad you were at him and it took him aback.

“Its a lot to take in, you surprises me,” Maarva said with a shaky breath, looking away from the two of you.

He shook his head, “What am I thinking? Its late. You get some rest and we can talk tomorrow okay,” he said, a smile on his face as he watched his mother get out of her chair, patting her hand on his cheek before walking off into the bedroom.

When she left, he turned to you, brow furrowed as he started stalking closer towards you. You flinched when his hand came up, the coarse pad of his thumb brushing across the scar on your temple.

You couldn’t even meet his gaze as he looked at you with such an intense look. That intense side of Cassian used to make your stomach flip but now you just felt guilty, guilty for your little outburst and guilty that you hadnt been able to help him.

“You’ve been hurt,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly at the end. That’s what made you turn to look back at him, eyes fluttering open as you looked into hs eyes. They were sad, a deep crease between his brows as he looked at you intently.

“Its nothing,” you said, stepping away from him, his hand falling from your face. You didnt want to think back to that day.

When he had been on the run, they had started to ransack Maarvas apartment. You aw it happening and pushed through the crowd and that’s when the fight with the pre-mor employees had started. You had barely done anything wrong before he was hitting you round the head with the but of his gun, knocking you to the floor before dragging you across the gravel in front of the angry residents of Ferrix.

Cassians hand grabbed your wrist before you could move too far away from him, stopping you from going anywhere and breaking you out of your thoughts.

“You’ve been hurt,” he repeated, this time an anger in his voice and it wasn’t focused on you, it was aimed towards the person who had done it.

“Let go of me Cass,” you said, the nickname still there even though you were mad at him. You shook your wrist free of his grip and stepped so your back was to him, hands coming up to your shoulders as you hugged youself.

“What happened when I was gone?” He questioned and you scoffed like the last month could be explained in a simple sentence.

“What happened? Ive been looking after your mother, I’ve been looking after this town and you’ve been running around doing maker knows what and I’m bored of having to pretended its okay!” You exclaimed.

He just stood there, almost shrinking in on himself as he listened to you. He had never thought about the effect that his absence wold have on you.

“I cant leave Ferrix,” you stated.

He shook his head at your statement, confused as to why, “Its not safe here,” he stated, eyes trailing up your cheek to the jagged wound there again, a pang of guilt seeping through his chest.

“You cant stay here,” you said and he knew what you were suggesting. You wanted him to leave you and Maarva there and be free but he couldn’t imagine that life without you.

“Ill be worried about you all the time,” he said and now you could see the tears brimming in his eyes at the idea of him leaving you.

You sighed, pursing your lips together in an ettempt to hold back your tears from spilling over your waterline, “That’s what love is Cass,” you said.

He furrowed his brows at your statement and that’s when you knew it was now or never. The words were spilling out before you even had the chance to stop them, “I love you Cass and I always have so when you run away and act like a child and leave me to pick up the piece, its not okay,” you explained, chest heaving and heart pounding as you finally admitted it, “The people here need me,”

“I love you too-” he started to sat, walking closer to you.

You backed up, eyes brimming with tears as you helped your hands out like it would top him getting away closer, “No, I love you,” you stated, words getting quiet as your never got the better of you.

It was like Cassian andor had been hit by a meteor. The entire world froze and he just looked at you with wide eyes, not sure how to respond to that. You had been his rock ever since you had met and when he was on Aldhani, you were really the only thing that was getting him through it.

His body was pulling him towards you like a magnet and in a matter of seconds, his lips were pressed forcefully against yours and after a second off shock, you kissed back, hands entangling themselves into his hair.

You had been dreaming of this moment since your were a little kid and now you had it and you werent going to let go of him. He pulled away, hand caressing your skin, “And I love you too, and that’s why you’re coming with me,” he said, mumbling into your lips and you nodded.

That's all you needed as confirmation to pack up your things snd finally escape. You had wanted to leave and now nothing was holding you back. Sure, you'd both be worried about maarva but you'd come and visit one day once you'd built your future together.

Less than a month later, you woke up in the bed on Niamos. It was a small beach planet that you and Cassian were basically honeymooning on and you realised that you’d never been so at peace before as wrapped up in his arms.

“We have to get up,” he muttered into the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss to the mark he had left the night before.

You groaned, grabbing onto his hands that rested on your bare abdomen, “Five minutes Andor,” you begged and he chuckled into your neck, brushing your hair out of your face before turning you so you had to look at him.

“I have to get us breakfast,” he said and you rolled your eyes as you watched him pull away from you, bare chest

Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought back to the previous night and he smirked as he pulled a shirt over his head, turning to look at you as you pulled on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Ill get food and then we can spend the rest of day in bed baby,” he said, walking over and muttering some nickname in Kenari. You knew it was a term of endearment from the way it fell soft from his tongue and then he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking to the door.

“Ill come with you, just give me a minute,” you said before getting changed, following him out of the door.

You walked through the sunny beaches and smiled at Cassian, his hand enveloped in yours. You had never been as happy as you were in this moment and little did you know it was all about to be taken away from you.

“Ill go look at the menu then Ill be back out,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walkig into the restaurant, aa smile on both of your faces.

Cassian looked around. He had never been this happy before and it was all because of you. He couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to tell you how he felt but now that he had you, you werent going to be going anywhere.

That’s when he was encountered by a K2 droid, snapping him out of his daydream of a future with you as he was accused of being involved in rebel activity. He tried to protest but it was no use because the next thing that happened was him being pulled away and knocked to the floor.

Ypu walked out, a smile on your face as you held two paper menus up but your smile fell from your face when you realsied you couldn’t see him. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him being dragged away by a K2 droid and you started to rush forward before a local grabbed you.

You turned and looked back at her, “Your boyfriend is gone, you will be gone too if you go,” she tried to convince and by the time you managed to escape, he was nowhere to be found.

You had lost everything you'd ever had in a second and you were going to search every inch of the galaxy for him. Every inch.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Idk whats hotter, Diego Luna speaking in his Native tongue or him speaking English with that super sexy accent.

I also dream of him calling me Princessa like he does in Maya and the Three.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Cassian Andor X Reader: Hold me even if your hands are bloody.

Summary: You find yourself in a tricky situation and Cassian comes to the rescue what he didn't expect is that you'd end up saving him too.

Warnings: sleazy men, harassment(nothing to intense), fighting, death.

The first kill was always the hardest. People don’t expect it to be difficult to take a life. Just shoot your blaster and go on with your day. But that's not how it works. The killing itself isn't hard, it's what comes after that is. The feeling that settles in your gut after you realize what you’d done.

That is what drives people mad.

Cassian remembered his first kill, the feeling of despair that had washed over him before he took the shot and the regret that had come shortly after realizing what he’d done. He knew that if he hadn’t done it he wouldn’t have survived but it had gnawed away at his mind for a while. As time passed it became easy for him. The world had made it clear that in certain moments it was going to be him or them. And Cassian would always make sure he came out alive. No matter what it took. 

You were new to this life. You were used to keeping your head down, accepting being tossed around by the empire because it allowed you to survive. You knew how to work a blaster but you’d never been given a reason to use one. You didn’t even have one in your possession. The galaxy was full of assholes but if you kept out of their way they normally didn’t notice your existence. 

Normally. 

That being said, the occasion that had led you to meet Cassian was considered out of normal. You worked at a pug in the leisure zone of a shitty town in the middle of nowhere. You were used to sleazy costumeres trying to get their hands on the people that worked in the more “private” areas of the pub but since you just handled the drinks you hadn’t had to deal with anyone unpleasant. 

And then one day it happened. 

It started off as flirty comments made in your direction. Stupid smiles and bulging eyes that ran down you body as they requested their drinks. You didn’t pay attention to them. You needed this job and you weren’t about to risk it because of a group of douchebags. Plus you could handle comments. The problem arose when they started to try and get more physical with you. You’d just poured one of the group's men his third drink of the evening, placing it carefully on the counter in front of him. Before you could move your hand away he had grabbed your arm, dragging you closer to him. 

“How much for a pretty thing such as yourself?”

His breath reeked of alcohol which made you think this wasn’t the first place they’d stopped for a drink.

“Get your hands off me.”

“Feisty thing. Lucky for you that's just how I like them.”

“I said get your hands off me.”

You tried to tug your arm out of his grip to no avail. Your eyes searched the crowd for someone to help. Unlucky for you it seemed all the guards were posted in the private lounge for the evening. You were going to have to handle this alone. Or so you thought.

“Didn't you hear her? She said, Let go.”

You hadn’t seen him come over but now that he was near you his presence couldn’t be ignored. It was his first time at the pub but not his first time in a fight you could tell because of the way he stood. He wasn’t strong with bulging muscles but the way he spoke, soft but stern, made him intimidating.

“Don’t think I was talking to you.”

“You weren’t but clearly there’s something wrong with your hearing. I think she’s made it clear she doesn't want anything to do with you. So I'm going to ask you one more time. Let go.”

“Oh yeah or what?”

Your eyes trailed down to where your saviours hand rested. There was a blaster at his hip, something you were almost certain wasn’t allowed in the establishment. The thug holding onto your arm glanced at Cassian and let out a bellowing laugh.

“Oh so you think you're tough huh?”

“No. I know I am.”

Cassian smiled as he said the phrase causing the other man to become even angrier.

“So what is it going to be?”

Tha man looked down at you for a moment before letting go of your arm. He gave Cassian a look as he called the rest of his men and exited the pub. You let out a breath of relief as they went. 

“You okay?”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’d rather let them keep messing with you?”

“Of course not but you just made yourself a target.”

Cassian let out a laugh before taking a sip of his drink and smiling at you.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m used to it.”

“Well that’s comforting.”

“How much do I owe you?”

You glanced at his tab. He'd only had one drink since he’d arrived.

“You know what, it’s on the house. My way of saying thank you.”

“I appreciate it but that’s not why I intervened.”

“Yeah I know but still thank you… I didn't catch your name.” “It’s Cassian.”

“Thank you, Cassian.”

Cassian gave you a nod as he placed his empty cup and started to leave. You watched him go wondering if you’d ever see him again. You didn’t much care about the customers you served but something about Cassian intrigued you.

Once your shift ended you started making your way home, weaving through the dark alleys that made up your town. You felt a prickle on your neck causing you to turn around. There was nothing but darkness, still something felt off. You walked faster trying to get somewhere with more light as soon as possible. Just as you were about to turn a corner you heard a grunt followed by the sound of a blow landing on someone's stomach. You held your breath. You should call someone and ask for help. Who were you kidding? This town was no man’s land even the officers around here were shady. You moved towards the sounds, careful to not make any noise. The voices were getting clearer allowing you to recognize them as the guys from the pug. Which could only mean one thing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you turned a corner and got a clear view of the situation. There were four of them surrounding a beat and bruised individual.

“Cassian.”

It came out as a whisper without you even realising it. Your eyes fell onto your saviour, watching the blood that oozed from his nose. Cowards. Rage bubbled inside your body. An anger you’d kept stored inside yourself for the longest time seemed to spill out at that moment. You saw Cassian's blaster on the ground a couple steps away from where you were. You took your chance, crouching down as low as you could and retrieving the weapon. Before you knew it you were standing behind the thug that had decided to mess with you, Cassian's blaster pointed at his head.

“Call them off.”

Your hands shook as you spoke but the words came out so clear that it surprised you.

“Well ain’t this a turn of events.”

“I said call them off.” “Or what darling? You gonna shoot me?”

The man turned around so he could look at you. You toughened your gaze, pressing the blaster as hard as you could to his forehead. He gave you a grin, his missing teeth causing him to look more frightening. 

“I bet you don’t even know how to shoot. I think your just-”

You pulled the trigger stopping him mid sentence. You watched the life drain from his face before he fell to the ground. The rest of his buddys looked at you with shock. Your body was locked into place, frozen in fear of what you had done. You didn’t even notice Cassian rush up to you and pry the blaster from your hands.

“Get out of here, unless you want to end up like him.”

The men looked at Cassian for a moment.

“I said go! Now!”

This time the group seemed to get the message, running away from the two of you. Your eyes were still glued to the body in front of you. Cassian called out your name, shaking you out of your daze.

“We have to go.”

“I killed him.”

“It was self defence. You can’t stay here, come on.”

You let Cassian drag you to his ship. You’d always dreamt of leaving this planet but this wasn’t how you had expected it. Still you didn’t put up a fight when Cassian closed the ship's door and set the trajectory to Ferrix. You stayed quiet the whole flight letting Cassian do whatever he needed. Once you’d landed safely on Ferrix Cassian came out of the pilot area and made his way to you. He watched you for a while before calling your name so you’d look at him. You pried your eyes away from the metal hull of this ship you were staring at to glance over at Cassian. You expected him to look at you like some sort of abomination. Perhaps it would have been better if he had. Instead he looked at you like this was normal, like killing someone was just a part of life.

“It was self defence.” “You said that already.”

“I know. But you need to accept that. It gets easier. The first time is always difficult.

“First time? You mean you’ve killed people? Multiple people?”

“Yes my hands are covered in blood.”

“Do you… enjoy it?”

“Of course not. I'm not some empire scum if that's what you're afraid of. I kill when necessary and lately people have been rather insistante.”

“So you don’t think I'm a monster?”

Cassian made his way to you crouching down in front of your frame and placing his hands on top if yours.

“No, you're a survivor. Like me.”

You looked into his eyes. This was a man who lived a rough life. You could see the rage behind his gaze. A rage you were very familiar with.

“They would have killed me if it weren’t for you.”

“They were cowards. Four against one isn’t a fair fight.”

“There aren't many fair fights around here.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“Listen, I can drop you off wherever you want. I just need to grab some stuff first.”

You thought for a moment. You’d been alone for so long. Always scraping to stay alive another day, it would be nice to have someone around for a change.

“What if I stayed with you?

Cassian raised his eyebrows at you.

“If that’s not too invasive I mean.”

“It’s not. But my life isn’t easy. You’d have to get used to running.”

He didn’t say it but you understood the words hidden in between the lines. You’d have to get used to running… and killing. You body shuddered at the thought but you nodded to Cassian in approval. 

From then on the two of you became a team. Cassian taught you to fight and you showed him that life was worth living. Your hands got more stained with blood the longer the two of you survived and once you joined the rebellion the bodies seemed to pile up faster and faster. Cassian was right though, it got easier over time. At least now the blood you spilled was for a greater good. It was odd that despite everything the two of you had gone through you’d ended up creating a deep bond. You’d watch Cassian leave for his missions, always worried that he might not return and every time he did you’d shower him with your love. The galaxy was a messy place full of corruption, death and dirt but somehow you found something to live for. And you knew that no matter how red your hands got Cassian would always love you. And you’d always be waiting for him with open arms.

[biggestsimponhere]

Star wars men you will always be famous, i’m in love with them.

[writingdumpster]

settle down

pairing: Cassian Andor x wife!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, breeding kink, p in v, fingering, size kink, cockwarming if you squint

summary: Cassian gives up his job in the field to start a family.

word count: 4,350 (went a lil crazy)

Cassian had been gone on his latest mission for five weeks. When you got off work he was waiting for you outside the building you worked in. You had practically dragged him home, allowing no time for conversation. You pulled him on top of you when you got into your house. You were desperately kissing him and touching any part of his body you could find when Cassian’s comlink started beeping. He pulled away from you, but you grabbed onto him tightly.

“Kassa, no! Let it ring! Please,” you begged him. Cassian gave you a peck on the nose.

“I’m sorry, my princess. It could be about the mission debrief,” he said as you clawed at him.

“Please, Kassa,” you whined but he detached himself from you and answered the call. You heard him talking indistinctly as you laid on your couch pouting. A minute or two later Cassian came back into the room and started picking up his discarded shirt and jacket.

“You’re leaving?” You complained, sitting up.

“Just for a quick meeting, my princess,” Cassian said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I already know it,” you pouted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Cassian chuckled. He pulled his shirt over his head and then kneeled down to meet your eye. He rested one hand on your thigh and reached up with his other, taking your cheek in his hand.

“It won’t be long, beautiful. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. You broke eye contact with Cassian and looked away from him. You gave a small nod. Cassian sighed but he rose to his feet. He kissed the top of your head and headed for the door.

You sat on the couch and waited. You were so tired of being home alone. You had gotten the home off base to share and you were the only one who was ever there. You loved Cassian and Cassian loved his job and you loved him for that, but you had to admit that there were times when you wished he would just stay home with you. You knew in your heart that Cassian would never be able to take a desk job, and you’d known that when you married him. He had promised to give you a family one day, but you knew your whole life was going to be spent missing your husband. You accepted that. It was the price of loving Cassian, and you would’ve paid any price for the honor.

The door to your home slid open behind you and you heard Cassian unlacing his boots. He came into view and sat back on the couch with you. He had a wide smile on his face. He looked light and happy which was abnormal for Cassian. He pulled your legs up across his lap and rested his hands on your thighs, hands spreading wide to touch all of your body that he could.

“When do you have to leave again?” You asked sadly.

“I don’t,” Cassian said, his smile immovable. You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion.

“You don’t have to leave?” You questioned. Cassian shook his head.

“No. That meeting was for me to sign my discharge papers,” Cassian told you. “I’m taking a desk job,” he finished.

“A desk job?” You repeated. Cassian smiled and nodded. He had been excited to share his surprise with you.

“Yes, my princess. So that we can finally have a family,” he explained.

“You—You’re—What?” You were in utter disbelief. This was so un-Cassian.

“We’ve both wanted a family for a while now, but I’m never home long enough,” Cassian said. “I need to be home for you. For us.” You thought for a moment.

“Cassian, you love field work,” you said.

“I love you,” he said.

“Kassa…you’re not going to be happy,” you started. You wanted him home. Of course you wanted him home, but you knew your husband. And he was not a paper pusher.

“You make me happy,” he said. You shook your head.

“It’s not the same, Kassa.” Cassian gave you a look that you knew meant he wanted you to keep explaining. “You love your life as a spy. You love running from people and at people and fighting and hiding and being in danger. It’s who you are.” You ran a hand along Cassian’s cheek. “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cassian said.

“But you won’t be happy if you take a desk job,” you finished. Cassian smiled at you lovingly. You cared for him so deeply and he was acutely aware of how lucky he was to have you in that moment. He knew how badly you wanted him home, but even when he was offering it to you, you were still worrying for him and what he wanted.

“I’ll be happy,” he said. You started to argue again but Cassian kept talking. “I’ve been thinking about it since we got married, but the Rebel Alliance was struggling,” he confessed.

“Kassa, you love being in the field. You can’t sacrifice that.”

“A family with you is worth any sacrifice. My job isn’t even a sacrifice.” Cassian could see you were unconvinced. “I did not quit before because I wanted the galaxy to be safe for our family,” Cassian said.

“So, you want to start a family? Settle down?” You asked in disbelief.

“I have always wanted to settle down with you, my princess.” You pursed your lips as you looked into Cassian’s eyes. You were searching for any sign that he wasn’t sure, that he might regret this later. Cassian could tell what you were thinking and took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I’m sure about this, my princess.”

“You’re really ready for this?” You asked.

“I am not just ready. It’s what I want,” he assured you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your forehead to lean against his own.

“Kassa,” you started, but Cassian interrupted.

“Please, beautiful. I want to be home with you. I want you to have my children,” Cassian pleaded. You nodded, finally sure that he truly wanted this—that he wouldn’t miss his life in the field.

“Should we start now?” You asked with a smirk. Cassian chuckled.

“We could at least start practicing,” he said.

The next thing you knew, both of you were naked and Cassian had you sprawled out on your bed as he kissed up your body from your ankle. His eyes were on yours as he ascended your body, his soft kisses and touches drawing goosebumps to your skin. You reached down and laced your fingers with his messy hair. It hadn’t been cut since the last time you saw him. His beard was scratching against your soft skin. His kisses reached the apex of your thighs. He stopped and started to pull your legs further apart for him but you tugged at his hair to get his attention.

“Just fuck me, Cassian,” you begged.

“I haven’t tasted you in five weeks, sweet girl,” Cassian said. “I need you, please,” he finished. A small moan escaped your lips at the desperation in Cassian’s voice. You nodded wordlessly to give your approval. Cassian resumed his actions of spreading your legs for himself. He pulled them wide and then pushed them up so that you were being folded in half.

“Kassa,” you murmured when you felt his warm breath over your clit. Suddenly you felt his soft tongue dragging through your slit. His movements were slow and decadent. He was savoring every drop of your cum that he could swallow and the taste of your skin on his tongue. He moaned against your cunt as he continued to make his slow and lazy strokes through your folds. He had you moaning helplessly, unable to keep quiet for even a second.

“I love the way you taste,” Cassian groaned against your pussy. His mustache and beard were glistening with your cum when he leaned away from you. “I could eat your pussy all day.” He leaned back down to your cunt. He continued his self-indulgent slurps at your dripping folds, stopping every now and then to suckle at your clit. He was worshiping you as you laid there with your hands clutching at the sheets and mouth wide open in bliss.

“Cassian, I want you inside me,” you called down between your moans.

“Come for me first, sweetheart,” Cassian told you.

“Don’t wanna, Kassa,” you whined. “Want you inside me now.”

“Hold your legs open for me,” he ordered. You sighed dramatically as you took hold of your knees and kept your legs spread wide for Cassian. He released his hold on you since you were now holding your legs open. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed his ring and middle finger over your slit, collecting a bit of your cum on his fingertips. He looked up at your eyes as he pushed his fingers into you, watching the way your face contorted as his fingers stretched you.

“Now you have me inside you, sweetheart,” Cassian said as he leaned back down, reattaching his mouth to your cunt. He moved his fingers slowly but kept them hooked inside you as he put pressure against your spongy walls with every stroke. Cassian was luxuriating in the taste of you as he continued to move his tongue against your body. You were moaning frantically as your orgasm approached.

“Oh, Cassian! I’m so close!” You cried out. Cassian moaned against you. He moved his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he began thrusting his fingers into you more quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you reached down for any part of him you could find. You were crying out loudly in pleasure. Cassian leaned away so he could watch you. He watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. He watched your mouth hang open while you moaned. He watched your back arch away from the mattress before you reached down to grab onto him.

“That’s my girl,” Cassian encouraged you. “How does it feel?” He asked. He pressed his thumb against your clit.

“It feels—ungh! Feels so—mmm—so fucking good, Kassa!” You gasped. Cassian felt you flexing around his fingers and began moving them more quickly.

“Come, baby.” Cassian didn’t need to tell you. You couldn’t have held back a second longer. You screamed out in pleasure. Your legs began shaking as your cunt flexed uncontrollably around his fingers.

“Oh, Kassa!” You cried. You were making an endless string of unidentifiable noises as you came. You let your hips drop back down against the bed as your orgasm began to recede. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Cassian called down to you after he had given you a moment. He had moved up your body and was pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. You nodded.

“Yes, Kassa,” you assured him. “Are you gonna fill me up now?” You asked. Cassian groaned at the thought alone.

“Is that what you want, my sweet girl?” He asked you in a low tone. His accent was thicker and his voice was making you weak.

“Yes, Kassa,” you told him. “I want you to get me pregnant,” you finished.

“Fuck, baby,” Cassian cursed under his breath. “I’m going to fuck you till my cum is dripping out of your pretty little pussy.”

“Please, Cassian. I need to feel you,” you whined. You reached down and grabbed Cassian’s cock. You made a few lazy strokes before moving your hands to Cassian’s hips. You were pushing at his body, trying to get him to move to a position so you could get him inside you. He started laughing as he watched your attempts to reposition his body from beneath him.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You snapped. Cassian chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re just so cute when you get this desperate,” he said. You whined in frustration.

“What do you want, Kassa? What do I have to do?” You asked.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he ordered.

“I want you so fucking bad, Kassa. I’ve missed you so much and I need you. Nothing compares to you,” you moaned.

“How did you do while I was gone, baby? Did you take care of yourself?” Cassian asked. This was a game that the two of you played throughout your relationship. You would tell each other how you made yourselves come when you were apart whenever you got back together. You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Couldn’t come without you,” you admitted. Cassian’s expression softened.

“Aw, baby,” he cooed. He kissed you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll take care of you now. Just relax,” he said. He shifted and you felt the warm head of his cock pressed against your pussy lips. Cassian had never had sex without a condom before. He had a chaotic life and he had never been willing to risk pregnancy before. Now it wasn’t a risk though. It was the intention.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Cassian groaned lowly as he slipped into you raw for the first time. “You feel incredible.”

“Kassa, deeper,” you moaned desperately. Cassian followed your instruction without complaint, letting your plush walls suck him in. You moaned in unison as he pushed all the way into you. Cassian stilled his hips once he was completely buried inside you. Part of your sex routine was always for him to give you a moment after he slipped into you. The confidence he carried himself with wasn’t a coincidence and even after three years you still needed time to adjust to his size. Cassian leaned down to kiss you. You involuntarily clamped down onto his cock and he moaned against your lips.

“Can I move?” He asked. You hummed a yes to him through the kiss. One of your hands wound through his hair and the other was clawing at his back and ass. You felt Cassian’s cock begin slowly dragging out of you. You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock without the layer of latex that usually separated the two of you.

“I can feel all of you, Kassa,” you murmured through your moans.

“I know—fuck,” Cassian gasped as he continued his steady thrusts. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Never been this wet before.”

“I missed you,” you whimpered defensively.

“Never have to miss me again, sweet girl,” he told you as he began to speed up his thrusts. You let out a dramatic cry almost immediately, still overwhelmed by your first orgasm. After five weeks without release your first orgasm had opened the floodgates of all that you had pent up. Cassian was grunting roughly as he slammed into you. You could feel him pulsing inside you.

“Ugh, Kassa!” You cried.

“Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?” Cassian asked. His voice was low and almost threatening. Like if you said ‘no’ you would have regretted it.

“Yes!” You cried out. Cassian’s strokes were growing less and less uniform. He grabbed one of your legs underneath the knee and pulled it up, hitching it above his hip.

“Come. Now.” You cried out in pleasure. The new angle was too much to handle and you slammed into your next orgasm, thrusting your hips up from the bed into Cassian’s body.

“Ohh, please! Kassa!” You whined loudly. Your cunt was flexing and tightening around Cassian’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck, y/n!” Cassian shouted. His hips stilled, but you felt his cock twitching inside you and then there was a warmth filling your core that you’d never felt before. You could hear the sloppy sound of his cum in your wet cunt as he made a few more lazy thrusts before stilling inside you.

“It’s so warm, Kassa,” you whispered as his body weight held you to the mattress. “I can feel it inside me.”

“How does it feel, sweet girl?” He asked. His head was against your chest but he tipped his head to press a kiss to your chin, his mustache tickling your jaw.

“Feels good. I want more,” you told him. Cassian chuckled.

“I didn’t give you enough yet?” He teased you. He leaned up on his elbows so he could look down at you. He kissed the tip of your nose lightly. You shook your head.

“Uh-uh,” you grunted. “You said you’d fuck me till your cum was dripping out of me,” you pouted. Cassian was still buried inside you as the two of you spoke. You could feel the weight of his cock inside you. He had softened since his orgasm, but he was big enough that you could still feel him filling you.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want your pussy to be dripping with my cum?” You could feel Cassian beginning to harden inside you. You clenched down onto his cock and pulled a broken gasp from him.

“Please,” you called. “Give me your cum, Cassian. Let me give you a baby.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cassian groaned as he began thrusting again. He was quickly hardening and he only had to make a couple strokes before he had returned to his full length.

“Thank you, Kassa,” you moaned gratefully.

“So desperate for me,” Cassian murmured. “So needy.” He was beginning to build a slow and steady rhythm when you put a hand against his chest. He had been staring at the part of your bodies where you were connected, watching as his white cum seeped out around his cock as he thrust into you. He looked up at you when you touched him.

“I want to ride you, Kassa,” you said. Your voice was light and warm, sounding almost innocent. Cassian nodded. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips before slipping out of you and turning onto his back. He held his arms out as you climbed up onto your knees. You swung one leg over him so you were straddling him. His thick cock was lying against his muscular stomach.

“Come here,” Cassian called to you. You got your hips lined up with his and he wasted no time in taking his cock and pushing the head inside you. You began to slowly push down onto him, both of you letting out erotic moans. You could hear the lewd sound of Cassian’s cum sloshing inside your wet pussy while you sank down onto him. You stilled as your ass met Cassian’s hips, seated all the way against him. He was deep inside you, his tip prodding against your cervix. You fell forward against his chest, overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you.

“You’re so deep, Kassa,” you whimpered. Your head was resting against Cassian’s shoulder, chest pressed to his. Cassian wrapped his arms around you. One hand settled on your ass, giving it a tender squeeze; The other hand reached up to your back drawing a featherlight line up and down your spine. Cassian began slowly thrusting into you as you laid against his chest. You pushed up from his body so you were upright. The hand on your back slid down your body and settled on your thigh. He squeezed the fat of your leg. He had always been very clear about how much he loved your curves.

“My pretty girl,” Cassian murmured up at you. His hands slid up your soft stomach to cup your breasts. He held their weight in his hands, reaching up with his thumbs to run them over your perky nipples. He whispered something in Kenarian under his breath as his eyes drank in every inch of you. The way he looked at you made you feel like a priceless work of art. You’d never liked being the center of attention, but you loved being the center of Cassian’s attention.

You began moving up and down Cassian’s cock slowly, falling all the way down with every drop of your hips. You pressed your hands against his chest to give yourself some balance as you continued to bounce up and down on his hard length. Cassian’s hands were touching every inch of you he could reach. He leaned away from the mattress to sit upright so he could reach you better.

“I love your body,” Cassian muttered. Your hands fell to Cassian’s shoulders and you started bouncing faster, feeling him poke into your g spot with each rock of your hips. You began rolling your hips and when your hips moved forward towards Cassian’s body you gasped and your hips stuttered, falling still as his cock rubbed against the perfect spot inside you.

“Mmmph, fuck,” you gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Cassian asked, surprised by your sudden abandonment of your rhythm. You took a deep breath and began moving your hips again, searching for the same spot again.

“Nothing,” you murmured. “Just felt good.” Cassian smirked, realizing that his cock had made you feel so good that you had to stop moving. He reached down between your bodies and pushed his thumb against your clit.

“Make yourself come, sweet girl,” Cassian ordered. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you another load.” You moaned out in response and quickly began moving your hips again. Cassian began moving his thumb against your clit, sending electric pleasure throughout your body.

“Ahhh! Kassa!” You cried.

“You can do it, sweet girl,” Cassian whispered against your skin. He sucked at your pulse point leaving behind a small purple bruise. You dragged your nails down his chest as you found the spot inside you that had shocked you. You came undone almost instantly.

“Kassa! Kassa! Kassa!” You chanted as you fucked yourself on Cassian’s cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your chest against his and burying your head in his neck. You were panting, trying to recover from your orgasm. The walls of your cunt tightened down on his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside you.

“Fuck, yes, y/n,” Cassian groaned. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself come again. You moaned involuntarily as you felt Cassian’s cum filling you once more.

“Yes, Kassa! Fill me up!” You cried. He thrust up into you a few more times before letting you fall still on top of him. After a moment he rolled you off him and onto your back. He crawled down the bed and kneeled between your knees. He pushed your legs apart and stared down at his prize.

Your pink lips were swollen after coming so many times. There was a thin layer of Cassian’s spend around the lips of your pussy. Your inner thighs and ass were soaked with your own wet release. Cassian ran the tip of his finger through your slit. You whimpered slightly.

“Careful. Sensitive,” you warned. Cassian hummed in acknowledgment. He pushed his finger into you suddenly and as he pulled it out, his cum poured out of you in a quick rush and dribbled down your asshole.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned as he stared at your bare pussy, marked with his hot cum. “That’s so hot.”

“Do you think it worked?” You asked tiredly. Cassian chuckled. He climbed over your body, his weight pressing against you. He pressed soft and gentle kisses all over your face.

“We can keep trying if it did not,” Cassian said.

“We can keep trying if it did too,” you said with a smirk. Cassian grinned. He kissed your lips tenderly.

“We can never be too careful,” he murmured. The two of you curled into one another’s bodies and drifted off to sleep with smiles upon your faces.

Five Years Later:

“Papa, I’m going to be late!” Your daughter complained. Cassian smiled to himself. It was his daughter’s first day of school. She had been talking about it for months.

“You won’t be late, sweetie,” Cassian assured her. “Sit down.” Your daughter plopped herself on the bench by the door and Cassian picked up her small pink sneakers. He slipped them onto her feet. Just then you walked into the room with your daughter’s lunchbox in hand.

“Pay attention, sweetie. I’ll do the right and then you do the left,” Cassian carefully tied your daughter’s right shoe, describing what he was doing as he pulled the bow tight. Your daughter reached down to her left shoe and clumsily tied the laces. She looked up at Cassian with a hopeful smile on her face as she waited for her father’s approval.

“Like that?” She asked.

“Exactly. Good job, sweetie,” Cassian said with a smile. He looked over his shoulder to see you watching him and your daughter fondly. You approached and handed your daughter her lunch box. She sprang off the bench and grabbed her backpack as well.

“Can I go now?” Your daughter pleaded.

“After you give me and mama a hug goodbye,” Cassian said. Your daughter threw her arms around each of you before wishing you a goodbye and hurrying out the door. The two of you followed her out and watched as she skipped towards the shuttle pick up. Cassian wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You slid your arm around his back, fingers tapping a mindless rhythm against his side.

“She’s going to be smarter than both of us,” Cassian said. You smiled.

“She already is,” you replied. Cassian chuckled. He turned his head and kissed your temple lovingly.

“Remember when you tried to convince me to stay in the field?” Cassian asked. You laughed lightly.

“We all make mistakes,” you told him. The two of you watched the shuttle pull up to the stop. Your daughter got to the door and turned back to you. She gave you a toothy grin and an exaggerated wave.

“We did not make a mistake that time.” You smiled softly at Cassian. You leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “We got that one right.”

[pedropascallme]

Hello! Could you do Cassian Andor C, H, and I for sfw, please?

C = Cuddles

Cassian “touch starved” Andor is so happy to cuddle with you. After a long day (or a short one) he’s thrilled to be able to crawl into bed with you, to hold you to him and feel your breathing sync with his. He plays with your hair, trying to memorize every inch of you, to engulf himself in your warmth. You always find yourself tucked into his chest, pulling yourself into his shirt and giggling when his beard tickles the skin of your forehead.

H = Hugs

Cass hugs you at random; sometimes it’s a half hug, his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you in. Other times it’s full on, all of his strength focused on swaddling you into his whole body and keeping you there for as long as either of you need it.

I = I love you

He’s hesitant to say it at first, not wanting to pull you into his dysfunctional life or put a target on your back. Still, he’s the one to say it first. Cassian says it quietly, in bed with you as you’re both half asleep. At first he thinks you didn’t hear him—or you did, and you’re ignoring him. Just as he begins to overthink it, you’re kissing him in the dark room, telling him the feeling is mutual.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Reasons, Ch.1 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. Word Count: 1,735 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence

“So… what exactly happened?” you asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the customer. He had the look of a hunted man, his dark eyes darting around your repair shop as if he expected the walls to jump out at him.

“I told you already,” he replied briskly, pushing the droid towards you. “He fell in a… hole. Of sorts.” 

You looked down at the oil-soaked pile of scrap that had at one point been a droid. It was completely motionless on the counter between you and the customer, oil seeping out from under its red plates. 

“Uhuh… a hole… of sorts.” You couldn’t imagine what type of hole could cause a massive degradation of the droid’s central coolant system, but then again, as your father always said, money is money, doesn’t matter where it comes from. 

You looked back up at the jumpy customer again. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t see his pupils in them, his hair disheveled and falling in front of his eyes. Roguishly handsome with the paranoid energy of a criminal. Just your type.

“Can you fix him or not?” he demanded. You detected a hint of desperation in his voice as the man inched the droid forward another few inches. “If not, I’ll take him somewhere else.”

You snorted as you turned on your headlamp and bent over, inspecting the droid more closely. A groundmech salvage unit, you noted. 

“You won’t find anyone else who’ll work on a droid in this condition, I guarantee you that,” you replied. You tested one of the exposed wires at the droid’s ocular sensor: no current. Probably meant the whole internal circuitry was fried. 

“This’ll be an expensive fix,” you noted to the customer with the dark eyes as you continued your inspection. He didn’t react, just shot an impatient look over his shoulder at the shop door. 

“And this is a discontinued model.” You switched off your headlamp, standing up to eye level with the customer. “Might take a few weeks. Parts will need to get shipped in from the Outer Rim.”

“That’s fine,” he replied, running a hand over his beard as he surveyed the droid. “I can pay, whatever it costs.” 

You nodded, pursing your lips. “Yeah, everyone says that. I’m talking more credits than most people make in a lifetime, a few thousand at least. Honestly, this droid is better off as scrap.” 

The dark-eyed customer fixed you with a hard stare. You narrowed your eyes in response, your hand flicking towards the blaster you kept strapped to the underside of the counter in front of you. 

“He’s not scrap,” the man uttered, his voice dropping low. “His name is B2. And like I said, I can pay. Doesn’t matter the cost. Just get it done.”

You studied the man the way your father had taught you, soaking in the details you’d overlooked when he first walked in. There was a faint scar at his hairline above his right eyebrow: a blaster shot, and an old one, based on how faded the scar was. He was dressed in unremarkable clothing, practical and weathered. His hands were splayed out on the edge of the counter, steady and relaxed, although you didn’t doubt that if you moved for your weapon he’d outdraw you easily. The nervous energy that had kept him on tenterhooks since he’d strode into the shop was gone; he held your gaze with a cold and calm detachment. 

After a few moments, you nodded your agreement, lifting the droid and placing it on the workbench behind you. 

“Check back in two weeks,” you told him as you opened the ledger you used to keep track of your customers. “Name?”

The dark-eyed man hesitated before he replied. “Andor. Cassian Andor.” 

You nodded, jotting his name and the droid’s model and serial number on the ledger. 

“Alright Cassian. Two weeks. I’ll be able to give you a better estimate once I can take this guy apart and look at what’s going on.”

Cassian held your gaze for a moment before he turned and left. Your eyes followed him out, noting the way he looked both ways down the street before darting out of the shop. The door clanged closed behind him, leaving you and the silent droid alone in the dim light of your shop.

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Two weeks to the day later, and the bell for the shop door rang, interrupting your concentration. You looked up to see a familiar pair of dark eyes. 

“How’s my droid?” Cassian asked you. His voice sounded thin and watery, and you noticed dark purple circles under his eyes.

“Better than you, it looks like.” 

Cassian chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes and slid off his face as quickly as it arrived. 

You motioned for Cassian to walk around the corner of the counter and follow you to the backroom. He did so, his movements smooth and cat-like. You turned on the bank of lights that illuminated the large, cluttered workroom. Your re-programmed pilot droid turned shop assistant X8 chirped at you by way of greeting. 

You led Cassian to a table towards the center of the room, where B2 was tipped on his side with his red body plating removed. 

“I thought you fixed droids, not stripped them,” Cassian observed. Even through the exhaustion, you could hear his attempt at humor. You laughed a bit louder than the weak joke warranted. Cassian smiled in response, a bit warmer this time, and for half a moment he didn’t look so haggard.

“Your droid had a tear in the main coolant coil,” you told him, pointing to a piece of corkscrew-shaped machinery protruding from B2’s central console. “Soaked pretty much everything, so it needs entirely new circuitry. It overheated without coolant and melted through the lubricant tubing. Hence the oil. None of that is too expensive and I’ve got plenty of spare parts. The labor time is what’ll cost you on that end.” Cassian’s expression was serious as he followed your explanation with interest. “But this is a problem.” You held up a flat, dinner-plate sized chip, its surface riddled with metallic wires running through it like veins. The chip was stained dark from the lubricant oil that had coated it, and one edge of the chip was warped from where it had melted. 

“The binary processor,” he commented, his eyebrows knitting together.

You nodded. “You know droids?” Not many people would recognize a binary processor, especially not a half-ruined one. Buried deep in most droids’ mainframe architecture, detaching a binary processor was something only skilled technicians were able to do. 

“Not enough to fix this guy,” Cassian replied, looking down at the disassembled B2. Worry and sadness flickered across his face.

“How much?” he asked after a moment. “How much will it cost?”

“Cassian, these things are worth more than Kaiburr out here.” You handed the ruined binary processing chip to him. He took it gingerly, turning it over and inspecting it carefully. “Take my advice. Scrap it.”

Dark anger flickered in his eyes as he looked up at you.

“I’m not paying you for your advice,” he hissed. “I’m paying you to fix my droid.”

“You’re paying me for my expertise,” you corrected sharply. “And I know droids. This one’s a lost cause. You’ll pay eight times its worth just for that one processing chip.”

Cassian slammed his hands down on the workbench, rattling B2’s disassembled parts and making you jump. X8 squeaked in shock behind you.

“You don’t know what this droid is worth.” Cassian advanced on you, an accusatory finger pointed at your chest. You cursed yourself for leaving the blaster at the front, backing away from him until your backside bumped against the wall. “Name your price and I’ll pay, or I’ll find someone else who will be happy to take my credits!” Cassian was so close you could see flecks of hazel in his irises and feel his breath fan over your face. 

You hesitated, watching as the anger began to dim in his eyes. After a moment, he backed away from you, his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered as his gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m… uh-”

“Exhausted,” you volunteered. He nodded heavily, running a hand over his face as if he were trying to wipe away the fatigue. 

“I just… I need him fixed. Please. If you’re able.”

You bit your lip as you considered his request. You’d be able to fix the droid, although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t resent the time and energy it would cost you. Certainly not worth the unremarkable model. 

“Why’s this droid so important to you?” you asked softly. 

Cassian’s expression glazed over like ice as he looked at the heap of parts he was so passionate about resurrecting. “He’s family,” he offered after a few moments of quiet.

You’d met plenty of customers who were dependent on their droids, but it was unusual in Ferrix to find someone soft enough to actually be attached to one. Life on Ferrix was hard, and it didn’t leave a lot of room for sentimentalism. Apparently, Cassian Andor was the exception to that rule. 

You sighed, already knowing that your mind was made up. 

“I’ll fix it,” you said. “I think it’s crazy, and I don’t want to know where you get the credits. I can’t afford to keep this droid at the top of my list, it’ll set me back too far on the other customers. If you can give me a few months and pay me in installments, I’ll do it.” 

Cassian gave you an almost-smile, his shoulders relaxing down from his ears. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, just pay me.” 

He nodded gratefully. “When do you want the first payment?” 

You did a few calculations in your head, quickly running through the anticipated costs as well as your unusually long customer list. 

“Two months.” 

Cassian swallowed his disappointment: he’d clearly been hoping for a faster turnaround. 

“I’ll be here,” he replied, somewhat deflated. He turned to leave. 

“One month,” you called out after him, a small and insistent voice in your head screaming that two months is too long. 

He paused, halfway turning back towards you with the first real smile you’d seen since you’d met. “One month,” he agreed.

This time when he left, he shut the door softly behind him.

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[dameronscopilot]

PLEASE can I please request Cassian x fem reader that involves thigh riding and the use of „good girl“ because I‘m a slut for this man

fell into place

cassian andor x f!reader

summary: in which a tight space and Cassian's firm thigh lead to an inevitable outcome. so maybe you don't hate him quite as much as you think you do.

word count: 1.1k

18+

content: NSFW, smut, enemies to lovers vibes, thigh riding, oral fixation, coming untouched, coming in pants, dirty talk (mentions of: unprotected sex, creampies, masturbation)

a/n: i haven't written Cassian in so long, but this idea literally tackled me to the ground and held me hostage the moment i read this ask. thanks nonnie!

Cassian Andor is the bane of your existence. 

Between his arrogant, reserved nature, his do-or-die attitude, and every stupidly handsome hair on his annoyingly pretty head. 

Fuck him. 

Fuck him and his cocky little smirks and the way he purposely let his beard grow back in just to drive you halfway out of your mind. 

Fuck the way he thinks he can show you up in every flight and blaster drill, only to still have the audacity to give you something akin to bedroom eyes when you pass him on the base late at night. The way he sometimes tilts his head when he looks at you from across the mess hall the next morning, a small smile tugging at his lips—as if he knows the muffled little sounds as you fingered yourself in the privacy of your quarters were his name. 

Over and over and over and—

Fuck his assumption that you’ll let him in, just because you’re as broken as he is. Maybe a little bit more, really. 

It’s these thoughts that are playing like a mantra in your head as you find yourself in a precarious position: wedged in a narrow, inconspicuous trench on the outskirts of an Imperial camp. With nowhere to run and your cover nearly blown in broad daylight, the two of you had no choice but to backtrack and slip into the small, overgrown, and undoubtedly long-forgotten hiding spot to wait for the safety of nightfall. 

And it would be fine—frustrating, but fine—if it weren’t for the fact that the trench was clearly made for one person.

…which is why you’re now awkwardly wedged in Cassian’s lap, straddling one of his thighs and forced to stare at his infuriatingly handsome face far closer than you’d ever allow yourself to on a normal day when you life isn't at risk.

Faced with the option of entirely wrapping your legs around his waist or plopping your ass in his lap, this had initially seemed like the safest choice. But as Cassian groans quietly at the discomfort of the hard dirt beneath him and shifts his body slightly, you quickly realize that this was a losing battle from the start. 

Cassian may look like he’s of average build on the surface, but fuck if he’s not a wall of solid muscle underneath his clothes. In your attempts to avoid eye contact with him, you find yourself distracted by the tendons in his neck, so you’re already mentally scolding yourself when you feel it—the firm, unforgiving press of his thigh against your core. 

Fuck. 

Memories of the way you’d spent the night before leaving for this mission flow into your mind unbidden, despite your best attempts to clear your head. 

Your legs spread wide across your bed, slick arousal painting the inside of your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. The delicious stretch of the toy as you eased it into your dripping entrance. 

—how hard you came when you closed your eyes and imagined it was Cassian’s cock splitting you open, legs trembling and fingers shaking as you screamed his name into the pillow. 

Cassian grunts, moving again, and a small gasp escapes your lips at the pressure of the material tugging against your clit. 

“Can you sit still?” you snap, heart fit to burst out of your chest as it treads a frantic beat. 

He’s silent for a moment before moving again, ever so slightly, leaving you helpless but to exhale a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a growl. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks quietly, his breath hot against your ear as you tuck your face into the space between his shoulder and neck. 

Later, you’ll blame it on the fucked up adrenaline rush from the danger surrounding you. How goddamn lonely you’ve been since you joined the Rebellion. The unfair way the rough caress of Cassian’s voice sets each and every nerve ending in your body alight. 

You can think about how much you’re going to regret this later, when you’re not trapped in a trench with a man who you’re convinced you can’t stand. A man that you spend a whole lot of time thinking about…considering how much you swear you hate him. 

Your response is a pointed cant of your hips, warmth curling in your abdomen at the feeling of your cunt freely dragging across Cassian’s thigh, your folds sliding through the slick arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, carefully bringing his hands up to grasp either of your hips. The calluses on his thumbs scrape against your skin at the waistband of your pants where your shirt’s ridden up. “You’re stunning, you know.”

“But,” he adds in a low tone as you let out a choked out whine when he tightens his grip and guides your next stroke, “you’re really gorgeous like this, when you loosen the slack on that silly leash you keep yourself on.”

“Cassian,” you gasp out when he presses his hot lips to the exposed skin on your neck, kissing and nipping his way down to your collarbone.

“I know,” he whispers, “Riding my thigh isn’t enough. You need me to fill that pretty cunt.”

You whimper, fisting a hand in his hair, and he chuckles, one hand slipping under your shirt to tease at your peaked nipples. 

“I’ll fill every tight little hole of yours with my cum for when we get back to the ship, if that’s what you want.”

“Please,” you nearly cry out, almost forgetting the Imperial troops stationed nearby. 

The hand currently squeezing and kneading your breasts slips away and clamps over your mouth as Cassian gives you a warning look, and you nod, continuing to chase the pleasure building between your legs. 

His pants are probably soaked with your arousal, too, at this point. And the thought makes your cunt throb. Another desperate sound crawls up your throat ahead of your impending orgasm, and Cassian slips two fingers into your mouth. He hums in satisfaction when the only muffled noise left is the wet slide of you eagerly sucking on his fingers, a sloppy trail of drool sliding down your cheek.

And then your climax hits you so hard your vision goes white, your entire body shaking with waves of pleasure that leave you boneless.

Cassian grasps your chin as you make no secret of the way you adjust yourself to sit fully in his lap now, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You reach between your bodies, surprised to find the hard outline of his cock slightly softened now. Amusement rumbles in his chest as your fingers glide over the sticky area where he came in his pants. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he assures you, eyes sparkling with mischief before he leans in to kiss you once more.

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» CASSIAN ANDOR MASTERLIST

[sheena-isa-punkrocker]

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo NSFW Alphabet

warning: reader has no specific gender but is mentioned to have female genitals

nsfw under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Miguel is so soft after sex. It doesn’t matter if it was a rough session or a slow and sensual one. He’s drawing out the high of being with you by having you cuddled up to his side. Your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, him smoking a post-sex cigarette (he’ll offer to share with you if you want). His hands absentmindedly trace designs on your bare skin, might give you a small tickle to your side to hear your pretty giggles. 

For times where he’s had a long day, he’ll simply spoon you and nuzzle his face into the back of your neck with his arms wrapped around you. There was one time where Amado suggested Miguel place his cock in between your legs while spooning, explaining how it makes you feel closer without actually having sex. Miguel tried it one night after a session and he instantly loved it. Has been a fan of that post-sex cuddle position ever since. You both will have to thank Amado for that later.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t really have a favorite body part of his, though he has noticed how much you love to bite his neck. As a biter himself, he can appreciate a good love bite. His favorite spot would be on his neck just where his shirt collar would cover it, like it’s a secret between you both. The feeling of you pulling his head back by his dark locks to give many kisses and bites everywhere along his neck is a favorite memory of his.

Miguel loves every part of you but he can’t help but be an ass man. Whether it’s leaving his office after a quickie, or simply admiring your form as you shower, his eyes land on your ass every time. In private, he loves laying his hand there as you cuddle, in more sexual moments he lives for giving you nice good spankings. Just the thought of grabbing, spanking, and groping your ass in his lap is enough to rile this man up.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He sort of hates this fact about him because it’s not convenient for his schedule, but Miguel cums a lot. This man has a lot of pent up stress and emotions so letting go and cumming all over your ass or stomach, making a mess of you both, is super enjoyable in your private quarters. However when having a quickie in his office or your workplace, he tries to hold back a bit to make less of a mess (it never works though). Be sure to have enough tissues on standby when in public. Loves the image of you sucking his cock with pre-cum and spit all over his shaft and your pretty plump lips. And you licking the cum off your fingers and mouth after he finishes? Priceless.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Miguel is not one for sharing you but he does have this one particular fantasy of him sitting in a chair while watching you dominate another person (either man or woman) while he strokes himself. While it makes him proud to see you take charge in your business ventures and daily life, it also turns him on. The way you take command, become more aggressive in your desires, he wants to see you take charge of the other person and then move into his lap and dominate him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Miguel is very experienced and we can point to the many affairs he’s had during his second marriage to prove this. Even before his first and second marriages, Miguel was considered a handsome man back in his hometown and had no trouble getting attention from others. His charming and gentleman vibe always got him lucky. Miguel is also the type of man to absolutely lose himself in the moment when engaging in sexual desires. Whether sex has become an act of release from life’s stresses or he’s running away from his darker emotions, Miguel puts his all into it and none of his previous partners had anything to complain about.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Miguel has a few favorite positions. One of them is missionary while having your leg thrown over his shoulder so he can thrust at a deeper angle inside you. He goes wild at hearing your loud moans when he pumps you deeper and deeper. He can also give sweet kisses to your ankle and leg this way, when he’s feeling more romantic. Another favorite is doggy-style for obvious reasons, loves to see that ass bounce back on his cock and see his red hand prints mark up your skin there. When Miguel is feeling purely romantic, he loves being in the lotus position with you. Having you sit in his lap as he thrusts up into you (or you riding down on him), his hands roaming all over your back and chest, his mouth sucking your tits, looking up at your ecstasy filled expression, just pure bliss.  Cowgirl, both forward and reverse, are also in the rotation as well as picking you up and thrusting into you against the shower wall.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Miguel is a more serious guy in general. Though, he does feel safe enough with you that he’ll let out one sarcastic or cocky joke during sex but for the most part he’s so invested in your shared pleasure he can’t stop and make a joke. More interested in pleasing you and cumming than anything else.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s no surprise Miguel is very well groomed down there. He likes to take care of his appearance, never has a hair out of place during office hours, always wearing just pressed suits. The same goes for his pubic hair, nicely trimmed and clean. He has a cute happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, Miguel can turn the romantic intimacy all the way up when he wants to. Due to his busy schedule, he may not provide it consistently, but when he does? Trust that Miguel would go all out for you. You want soft music playing and rose petals on the bed? He’ll do exactly that. Want a romantic bubble bath with him that leads to romantic, sensual, passionate love-making that’ll leave the whole bathroom floor wet with bath water? He’ll provide that. Need sensual shower sex where he’s eating you out while the hot water runs down you both? He’s into that. Want soft ‘I missed you all day’ sex? You got it. It’s safe to say that because Miguel can’t give you romance every single time due to his schedule, he puts even more effort when he does have the time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really need to, now that he has you by his side. However when he goes on business trips out of the city or country, he finds himself languidly stroking his cock to the thought of you as he lays in his hotel bed alone. The feeling of missing you and wanting your warm body next to his in bed like you do at home is what prompts him to pump his cock in the late hours of the night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Phone sex. When you first became official and you didn’t live with him yet, Miguel initiated phone sex with you when he called from his hotel office plenty of times. And even now when you’re at work or staying home, either one of you will call during lunch and touch yourselves to the sound of each other’s soft voices and moans. This comes in handy when he’s staying at the office late or when he’s on business out of town. If he can’t physically be with you, he wants to at least hear your erotic moans and sighs of pleasure as he fists his hardened cock. Likes to ask what you’re wearing that day (doesn’t actually matter what outfit it is, you’re beautiful in everything in his eyes), likes to hear how you’re touching yourself, will give some orders here and there. Also likes it when you tell him how he should stroke himself. Completely open to hearing any fantasies you have about him and imagining them with you, vice versa.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Most of the time sex is in your shared bedroom because that’s where the both of you can really let loose and get lost in each other without having to worry about prying eyes. It's not the only place Miguel likes to have his way with you, though. His office during midday or after hours, you bent over his desk or riding him on the couch, is also a favorite. Or him paying a visit to your work office so he can eat you out as you sit in your leather chair, your manicured fingers entangling in his hair.

When you and Miguel attend a party one of the plaza leaders is throwing, don’t be surprised by Miguel whisking you away to a secret bathroom or closet to have a spontaneous quickie. He had been watching you in your sexy party attire all night long. Watching your hips sway to the music, the drop of alcohol trickling down your chin before you wiped it away, making his eyes focus on your lips… needless to say the growing need in his pants told him he needed to have you now. He’d much rather be with you than be stuck talking business with the other plazas anyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do could turn into a turn on for him, he’s that much in love with you. Whether you’re busy being the head of your business and he’s turned on by your dominance, or you give him advice on how to handle a cartel member and your intelligence is just so sexy to him, there are a lot of aspects about you that he admires and lusts after.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you, period. Yes he has that one fantasy of you being dominant over someone else as he watches as stated previously but he doesn’t like the idea of engaging in threesomes or moresomes with you and the other participant. Miguel is a little too possessive for that and wants you all to himself. Call him selfish, he won’t deny it. Harsh pain is another no for him. Spanking, biting, and a bit of man-handling is okay with him but nothing super pain inducing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Miguel greatly enjoys both acts but he likes receiving a tad bit more. Just him relaxing in his lounge chair in his hotel office, you bobbing your head up and down his shaft, one of his hands gently entangling in your hair, guiding you, the other hand occupied with a lit cigarette. It’s one of his favorite after hours past time. It's helpful for days where he’s absolutely exhausted and you want to help him relax. Another position he likes is you laying on the bed while he thrusts his cock down your throat. It gives him the opportunity to touch your chest and sex at the same time. It has led to a passionate 69 position multiple times. 

Miguel enjoys absolutely losing himself as he gives you head. Sucking and licking at your bud, then moving lower to tongue fuck you, rubbing his nose back and forth against you. Eventually using his index and middle fingers to curl inside you (he has a thing for fingering). Perhaps you’ll let him play with your arse-hole this time? He hopes so. One time you came into his office during his lunch hour, sat yourself on his desk, opened your legs wide and told him he’d be having you for lunch. It’s one of the most hottest memories he has of you. He still gets off of the memory when he masturbates. He’s also a fan of eating you out from behind, having one of your legs hitched on top of the desk or bed or back of the couch. He doesn’t even get mad if he’s only able to eat you out and you have to leave afterwards. Giving you pleasure gives him a certain boost to his ego.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both fast and rough or slow and sensual when the time calls for it. It’s like Miguel always knows what kind of pace is perfect for the type of mood you both are in. For days where you both need to let off steam from a busy day’s work, fast and rough is the go to. It’s an amazing experience to feel Miguel pound into your ass repeatedly after a full day, spanking his frustrations about the other plaza leaders out on your ass-cheeks. Him pulling you by the hair up to his chest as he whispers dirty degradations in your ear. 

But every single time he comes back from a business trip he needs that sweet, sensual ‘I’ve missed you for so long, let me show you how much I love you’ type sex. Miguel’s thrusts become slower as he holds your leg over his hip, but he hits hard and deep. He whispers sweet nothings to your lips as you claw his back in your pleasure. 

After every session, without fail, whether it was rough or soft, Miguel always makes sure to soothe you with gentle kisses and strokes to your body. He might start out rough, but he will never end it that way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are perfect for him since he is a busy man. He welcomes them anytime of the day or night. First thing in the morning while you both are half sleepy and half turned on by being in each other’s embrace? Yes. Hitting you from behind in the morning shower? Or when you’re both dressing up for the day ahead? Yes. During midday when he can enter your office for a short pick-me-up? Yes. While you’re cooking dinner and you look so cute in your kitchen apron? Yes. In the middle of the night when you find him unable to shut his brain off and he can’t sleep so you offer to help him relax? Yes. Just, any time is a good time for a quickie for Miguel. Though they never compare to your longer sessions, quickies have their purpose in your relationship.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Miguel experiments more so in terms of different locations. His office, your office, the multiple rooms in your huge mansion, an empty bathroom or closet at someone else’s party. One time he drove you to a nice secluded beach at the gulf during vacation and you rode him in his driver’s seat. Car sex is definitely something he wants to do with you again. While he has his fair share of positions he likes to rotate around with you, don’t expect him to do super crazy positions, he thinks they can be a bit silly looking.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually Miguel is good for two rounds on most days. Even on days where he’s tired and you want to go another round, he’ll happily finger you to satisfy your needs. For events like your birthday and holidays, he makes it a point to go one more round than typical, just to make you feel special. There have been times where he’s come back from a long business trip and he’s so pent up from missing you that he gets so lost he ends up going for four. 

Whether it’s a quickie or a long session, Miguel always wants you to come first and will put off his needs until it happens. He’s a bigger fan of when you both come together, it makes him feel closer to you both physically and emotionally.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t own any before you. He was a bit old-fashioned in that way. Once you showed him how you masturbated with your vibrator, he liked the idea of watching you use it as foreplay. Him telling you what speeds to use and what angle became a turn on for him the more you both experimented with it. One time you suggested he try a vibrator to his cock to see how it feels. Miguel was surprised at how fast he came when you set the vibrator speed and moved it against his tip and along his shaft. Sex toys aren’t an everyday need for him, he greatly prefers a skin to skin connection. However he admits they are nice to use once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo is a HUGE tease. When you’re at a party full of cartel drug lords and sicarios with their side pieces, Miguel likes to periodically whisper the dirty things he’ll do to you when you get back home and then leave you flustered and turned on. He’ll keep doing it until you’re dragging him to the guest bathroom away from everyone. At dinners he likes to slowly reach over and place his hand on your thigh. It seems innocent at first until you find him trailing his hand higher and higher underneath the fabric, tracing sultry circles to get your attention. This extends to the bedroom where he likes to prolong your orgasm by stopping just right when you’re about to come undone. You get frustrated and beg for him to continue, you’ll be met with a cocky smirk and a “Not yet, mi vida. Need to hear you sing for me a bit more.” It’s how you’re able to have long sessions with him. Cocky bastard. 

Miguel does enjoy when you tease him back, it boosts his ego. Whisper dirty things in his ear before he goes to work so he’ll have something to look forward to at the end of the day. Tease him during phone sex so he’ll have the real thing waiting for him at home. Really press into his groin before you sit up from his lap so he knows that you’re thinking about what you’ll both be doing later. He loves it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud but not quiet either, Miguel is somewhere in the middle. He usually grunts and groans his pleasures. Dirty talking mixed in between, he gives both praise and degradation (whatever you prefer best). One time during a long romantic and sensual round, he accidentally let out a long moan. It was the most beautifully erotic sound you’d ever heard from him. Before he could be embarrassed, you encouraged him to moan some more for you. Your praises and encouragement made him feel safe and comfortable enough that he did as you wished. Miguel moaning has now become a staple in your love making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Majority of Miguel’s peers would think that just like in his business ventures, that Miguel is a dominant man that knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, and will do anything to get it. While this is true in the bedroom as well, Miguel also enjoys the times where you are the dominant one and take over for him. Being a dominant switch is his true nature. He likes watching you call the shots and use his body for your pleasure. You fisting his hardened cock as he sucks on your tits in your soft bed. Him enjoying licking your sex in your office because he knows you’ll repay him back at home later. Yeah, it’s nice to give the reins over to you for once. It also shows how comfortable he feels with you that he can let his need of control go.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Miguel is a good 7 inches, slightly longer than the average man with a nice amount of girth at the base. Not circumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He always wants you. Always yearning for your touch while he’s reading boring documents at work. Not even for just sexual purposes, he truly enjoys your company and wishes you could be around him all day everyday. You keep him grounded in reality and remind him of the good parts of his character. And showing his love and appreciation for you through passionate love making multiple times a week (or even a day) when he can is something he truly enjoys doing for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miguel has trouble sleeping the majority of the night because his brain is always going a mile a minute. Sex helps ease his mind and he does end up falling asleep faster than without it. Usually after post-sex cuddles and a cigarette, he stays up, watching you slumber next to him. Give him about thirty minutes and he’ll meet you in dreamland eventually.