#voiceofmany / cassian

[heartsunholy]

@voiceofmany​ asked: “ hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ” (Cassian @ Luna while he's still being a jackass)

random text posts // @voiceofmany​ // accepting

Her smile falls immediately, replaced with a forced imitation. Luna barely is able to hold her tongue; Cassian is a dangerous man and Luna knows if she were just a random civilian, not attached to Miguel at all, he could easily hurt her. But Miguel’s protection wasn’t all encompassing - why else would Cassian be so openly, casually rude? Luna doesn’t want to push her luck by snarking back at the man.

Instead, she opts for killing with kindness. Through her tense smile, Luna muses, “Well, I’m sorry no one else could do the job for you, then. I’m sure you have more important things to do.” It’s the nicer way of saying “You didn’t have to come by, you know.” “Are you dropping off supplies or do you have something else to do?”

[voiceofmany]

"What about her? The redhead, by the bar? Easy pull, right?"

"You don't know? That's Faye Brookes. She's not free game - she's Miguel and Cassian's girl. You lay a hand on her, they'll cut it off."

"Hmph. I wouldn't wanna touch anybody who let assholes like that just keep her either. What, did they brainwash her into thinking she’s just some object?"

"You're so fucking dense. It's not like that. If she's theirs, then they're hers. Something tells me if you gave them a double take, she'd rip you to pieces too. Let's just steer clear, all right?"

Happy birthday to Faye Brookes (found at @kiissme​), adored by Miguel and Cassian (found at @voiceofmany​)

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[kiissme]

          She should have broken up with him by now. A thought that always runs through her head when she finds herself with Cassian and is reminded of Liam’s existence. Just like it did when the text from him comes through, asking where she is. Faye was supposed to have met him for dinner with his friends from his father’s company. The London division, anyway. She was supposed to play the dutiful girlfriend, charm them, endear him to them more than likely. She only seemed to be useful when he got something out of it. To make him look good in front of others simply because he was incapable of making himself look good. 

          It all made Faye start to wonder what he ever truly saw in her in the first place. Whether he really liked her in the first place, or if it was just the image she presented to him. He had so easily given her to Cassian, after all. That first night had been his decision, coming back to the crime lord, however? That was all hers. A dangerous one to some, she was sure. He was dangerous, himself, wasn’t he? The way his men had beaten Liam that day, the image had never left her head. Yet she never felt in danger with him. Never felt fear toward him. She wouldn’t keep coming back if she did, after all. There was an ease with Cassian she hadn’t really felt with anyone else, least of all with Liam. She wasn’t a fool, reckless, yeah, but not a fool. Her mind told her one thing about Cassian, her body was telling her another. 

          A smile found its way stretching across her lips as he plucked her phone away, placing it away from her, making her concentrate on what they had together at that moment — each other, in bed, beneath tangled sheets and not a stitch of clothing on either of them. That was much more important than Liam and the dinner she was missing. She’d tell him she was held up at work, her boss was being a right arse and kept everyone there. He was fool enough to believe it. Under his guidance she laid on her back, one hand settled to the back of his head, fingers stroking his hair while the other grasped at his shoulder. His words had her smiling even more, teeth shown as she bit her lip, body excited, shivering in anticipation at the feel of his fingers gliding down her stomach. “Mmm...” she hummed, bringing her lips to his in a soft, sensual kiss. “You say that as if I don’t already dream ‘bout you and what your fingers can do...” Her legs parted beneath him, though, cunt still wet, sensitive to the touch during their earlier round, yet she didn’t care. She wanted him, she always wanted him. Another kiss given to him, she hummed, “But I’ll have no complaints on makin’ those dreams come true...”

make my dreams come true, @voiceofmany​ for cassian 

[heartsunholy]

j.yn e.rso and c.assian a.ndor are the latinx space power couple we deserve

[heartsunholy]

Jyn Erso is now moved from test muse to request only muse! This is a tag drop!

[kiissme]

i wanna take this morning to formally welcome @voiceofmany back into our lives and for providing cassian and miguel for always being willing to dick faye down like she deserves 💕💕

[kiissme]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!! YOU'RE AMAZING!

          SKDFJS EXCUSE??? No no, you mean someone else, I am not. But I’ll take the compliment like pry it out of my dead cold hands. But seriously, thank you so much?? I love writing with you, our ships with Cassian and Satine are such trashy joy to write and Faye adores them both. We don’t talk nearly enough and we should bc I feel like we click on a lot of things?? I think I mentioned that it’s so rare to write with someone just on your same level of trash and it’s so true. Also rare, finding someone that doesn’t mind when my ass writes a novel bc they’ll write one back. IT’S FUN. Like I don’t mind short things but my muses, all my rp life, tend to be wordy af. either in dialogue or their thoughts, they always got a lot to say and it’s amazing when you have a partner that you feel you can do that with and you’re one of my top 5 SO. bless you. you’re amazing. fuck me up with all the threads and ships i’m right here and thank you again for the birthday wish! It’s appreciated so much from the bottom of my trash loving heart and I appreciate and like you. 💕

pond’s birthday 2k19, @voiceofmany

[kiissme]

          It was all a game to them, one that her and her boys concocted one night. She had just asked about any sexual fantasies they might have had about her and what unfolded had her wet in seconds. If they were anyone else, the hard, passionate sex that had unfolded from such a fantasy would have been enough. The night had certainly satisfied her, yet that idea had planted a seed in her head, and in theirs as well, wondering how it would feel to make a fantasy into a reality. She was a sucker for such a thing, bringing it up one day out of the blue, failing to keep it out of her head whenever they talked of how to spend the night. It was because they were her boys that they agreed, finding herself quite lucky to be with two men that liked to spoil her.

          One of them had an invitation to an opening of some new night club in town and they had all dressed in their best. Faye had gone all out with the smooth, tight fitting black dress with the nice slit up her long tempting legs, the front giving ample view of cleavage and red fiery hair done up in waves — styled specifically if one wished to grab on and pull if they desired — which... with Cassian and Miguel, was pretty much a guarantee. Bright red lipstick stained her lips and stiletto shoes marched their way into the club with both men right behind her. To set the stage, they had to part ways, allow her to mingle among the guests, until she found her mark.

          He was the typical bloke, handsome and flashy, much like how Liam was when she first met him. Someone she hadn’t thought of in a while, yet sometimes he’d try and get in her good graces. But just like Liam, this man, Henry, was easily manipulated. A girlish giggle, a smoldering glance and wicked smile and he was buying drinks for her in no time. She sat next to him in the bar, showing enough leg to keep him interested. She hadn’t flirted with a man in a while, her nights spent with two that managed to give her everything she needed. It was fun, though, not caring that he was a bore — she wasn’t going to go home with him, anyway. Easy to play with, like a cat toying with its prey, a casual touch of his arm, flattery abound and the like... She knew she was getting somewhere when she felt his hand grace and stroke the bare flesh of her leg, causing her to smile at him, knowing her boys were watching. “You’re cute,” she whispered, taking a hold of his hand and lifting it from her leg...looking over his shoulder to see them both looking at her, a chuckle flowing past her lips as she looked at them, wrapped her hand around to of his fingers, stroking it slowly, the message quite clear, waiting for their move.

waiting for your move, @voiceofmany​ for cassian and miguel, based on this.