#cassian andor fic
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cassian andor + smut prompt #10
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nonnie if you're a whore I'm a whore 🤍
you called - cassian andor x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k (this one got away from me can you tell?)
warnings: unprotected p-in-v, brief oral (f receiving), jealous/possessive!cassian
“Two shots of Corellian whiskey, please,” you ask, stepping up to the bar beside Cassian. The sound of your voice almost makes him jump, but he hides the movement smoothly, adjusting in his seat. From the corner of his eye, he watches you lean back against the bar, propping your elbows on it. You wait for a few other patrons to pass before you drop your voice low. “You’re late.”
“I am not late,” he grumbles, polishing off the rest of his own drink. “I’ve been here waiting for you for hours now.”
You scoff a laugh, shaking your head. “After all this time and you still think you can lie to me, Cassian? You don’t think I had a lock on your ship the moment it entered the atmosphere?”
He balks, tries to hide it and fails. You’re good. Too good. He doesn’t say a word, shakes his head as the bartender returns with two shot glasses, placing them on the bar between you and him.
“That Fondor looks like it’s more mod than original,” you comment, reaching for one of the shots. “Where’d you steal it?”
“I didn’t steal it,” he shoots back, watching your brow raise. “It’s on loan, from a friend.”
“You don’t have friends, Cassian,” you quip, tossing back your shot. You slide the second one over to him. “Just people you owe money to.”
“I don’t owe you any money,” he mutters, unable to stop himself from giving you a cheeky grin. “What does that make us? Friends?”
“You know exactly what we are,” you return, giving him a sideways glance before setting your glass back down. “The mark just walked in. Keep an eye out, will you?”
“I always do,” he replies, and then you’re gone.
This is an old habit for Cassian. He’s known you a long time; you grew up on Ferrix same as him, but you managed to get off-world far before he could bring himself to. By the time he first met up with you on Coruscant, you had already started to make a name for yourself in the Capital’s underworld, and Cassian was in awe. He longed to get the hell off of Ferrix, to go somewhere warm and easy and carefree. He knew Coruscant wasn’t that place, but judging by the amount of credits you were raking in, it was a step in the right direction.
You sent for him often, over the years. He was the only one you trusted to watch your back, to keep a careful eye while you gathered intel, traded information with some of the shadier types in the galaxy. Most jobs went off without a hitch, but there were more than a handful of times where Cassian had started bar brawls to get you the hell out of dodge. He hadn’t had to kill anyone yet, but after everything that’s happened to him, he wouldn’t be surprised.
This is the first time he’s seen you, since everything happened on Ferrix. Maarva, Bix, B2. Luthen and his newborn rebellion. Cassian doesn’t totally know where he stands, what he’s doing, what his next move might be. But when he picked up your signal, Luthen loaned him the ship with little protest, and he was jumping through hyperspace an hour later.
You call, and he comes. It’s how it’s always been.
There had always been something between you, Cassian knew that much. His reputation might not have been the most pristine, but you never seemed to mind, having a bit of a rep yourself.
But tonight…He could hear the unspoken in your voice, the strain of the events of the last time you met up. The job hadn’t been the issue - it had gone perfectly, in fact - but after, you asked him to walk you back to the apartment you had on the other side of the district.
He’d done as you asked, going so far as to bring you right to your front door. You’d asked him if he wanted to come inside, and before he could get the word yes past his teeth, you’d grabbed him by the front of his collar, and kissed him.
Clothes scattered on the floor, you’d stumbled your way to your bedroom. It was…blissful, in a word. It was everything he felt like he was missing, and that unspoken thing rumbled through you both, but there in your bed, he didn’t think it needed to be spoken aloud. It just…was.
Morning had come too quickly, and when he woke, you were gone. No note, nothing, just his clothes folded and stacked on the table beside the bed. He’d dressed quickly, and got on the next ship to Ferrix.
He wants to ask. He wants to know why you didn’t stay, why you didn’t leave him any sign that you wanted him to stay. But after everything that’s happened, it feels inconsequential, almost.
Cassian drinks down the shot, setting the glass down on the bar with a little too much force. You’re easy to spot, weaving your way through the bar to a man lurking in the dark corner. Brow furrowing, his hand brushes over his coat, where his blaster sits, tucked against his hip. He’s gotten quick on the draw, since he last saw you.
The man spots you as you draw closer, and Cassian bristles at the recognition on his face. He’s glad to see you, and it only becomes more and more evident as the two of you move closer and closer together, heads bowed as you speak, the man’s hand moving to rest on your hip. Then it moves up your back, pressing into the dip of your spine, and Cassian grits his teeth.
Something like jealousy flares in his gut. No, not something like it, but the thing itself.
He wants to touch you like that again, like he had that night. Seeing someone else with their hands on you…his fingers twitch over the blaster again.
No, something else warns him, a clearer voice in his head. That won’t go well, and you know it.
So instead, he watches. He leans back as casually as he can, one elbow leaned on the bar, tapping his other hand against his thigh. The conversation doesn’t last much longer, and before he knows it, you’re returning to his side, a contented grin on your face.You toss your hair over your shoulder as you wave down the bartender again. “Another round.”
“Got everything you needed?”
“And then some,” you reply, looking at him over your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, Cassian.”
He just nods. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
“We’re not friends,” you say, shaking your head as the bartender brings you another two shots. You toss them both back quickly. “I thought we made that clear the last time you were here.”
“The last time?” he repeats, lifting a brow. “You mean when you dragged me to bed and disappeared the next morning? That last time?”
He doesn’t mean for it to come out with such venom, but it does. Jealousy has taken hold of him and refuses to let go. His blood boils with it.
You narrow your eyes at him, your tongue poking between your lips to wet them. He watches the movement and ignores the way it makes his trousers tighten. He’s mad at you, he’s so glad to see you, he’s infuriated at you for leaving him alone last time, he’s so in love with you he might burst into flames.
“You’re jealous,” you determine, and though everything in him screams YES!, he rolls his eyes, turning half away from you. But you don’t let him go far, grabbing his shoulder and spinning his stool back in your direction. “Tell me I’m wrong, Cassian.”
Your hand moves from his shoulder to his thigh, and Cassian’s jaw goes tight. “We are not friends.”
“No,” you agree. “We’re more than that.”
“And your way of telling me that was disappearing the next morning, waiting three months, and then calling me to be your sidekick again?”
Your face falls, and you step back, removing your hand from his leg. “Come with me.”
Without another word, you turn on your heel and stalk out of the bar. Cassian only finds it in him to move when you reach the doorway, and then he’s all but chasing you, walking the almost familiar path to your apartment. You take the stairs, seeming to float up them as Cassian almost struggles to keep up. He loses you for a moment, but when he reaches your door, it’s open, only closing when he steps inside.
He calls your name, hears your quiet in here come from the direction of your bedroom. The place looks the same as he remembers and as he rounds the corner of the hallway, stepping into your room, he finds you perched at the edge of your bed.
“I left in the morning to get us breakfast,” you admit, looking up at Cassian, your eyes shining in the dark. “I’m not here a lot, and there wasn’t any food, so I went to get us something. When I came back, you were gone, and I realized I’d made a mistake.”
He says your name again, softer, and you shake your head.
“And then I started hearing the rumours, about Ferrix, about you. I heard about Aldhani, about Narkina-5, all of it. I even called Brasso, and that was when he told me about Maarva. I’ve been trying to call you ever since then, but nothing was going through. Then I met Vel, and she gave me the right frequency to contact you.”
Cassian sighs, leaning against the doorway. He never even questioned how you’d gotten his contact info after he was off Ferrix…he just…
You called, he came.
“You met Vel,” he says, unsure of what else to say.
You nod. “Hell of a woman.”
Cassian nods. “So you know, then. About the Rebellion.”
“I do. Figured I should put my talents to good use. Better than ripping off ex-senators and making credits I don’t need. And, if it keeps me closer to you, then it’s a win on all sides, as far as I can tell.”
His stomach drops into his toes. “You’re joining?”
You nod again. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes. I tried to resist it, I really did. But now…everything else seems…”
“Meaningless?” you supply. You pull your eyes from his. “For what it’s worth, Cassian, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I’m sorry about Maarva, Ferrix, all of it. ”
“You didn’t cause it,” he replies, propping his hands on his hips. “I did that all by myself.”
“Come here,” you say, your voice going soft and your eyes meeting his once more. “Please?”
Slowly, he closes the distance. He watches you reach for him, your hands moving to the belt that holds his blaster, undoing it quickly and letting it slip to the floor. He tries not to groan when your hands move under his loose shirt, fingers curling around his hips.
Silently, he shakes his coat off, letting it drop to the ground before he hooks two fingers in the back of his shirt, pulling it forward off his torso. It joins the pile on the floor and then he hisses, your teeth sinking into the skin over his hip bone. He lets one hand dive into your hair, holding you against him, feeling your tongue soothe the mark you’ve left behind.
“Promise me something,” he whispers, and you tilt your head back, pulling your mouth from his skin long enough to meet his eyes.
“Anything.”
“Promise you’ll still be here in the morning.”
“I promise.”
You kiss your way across his waist, fingers working the button on his trousers while you distract him with your mouth. He’s got both hands in your hair now, silk between his knuckles, and it almost pulls his focus completely, enough that you have to repeat the next words out of your mouth.
“You never answered me.”
“Huh?”
“Back at the bar, I said you were jealous. You never answered me.”
You pull his zipper down, snap the elastic of his boxers against his skin. Cassian hisses. “I thought it was obvious.”
“It was,” you agree, nipping at his hip again. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls, just hard enough that your head tilts back and he bends slightly, pulling his body away from yours, but putting his face close enough that he can feel your breath on his cheek.
“You have any idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you? Someone else put their hands on you?”
You inhale sharply, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, and Cassian prods it with his thumb, pulling it free, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the plush of your lip. “Show me.”
And he does.
He makes quick work of your clothes, shucking his trouses off once you’re naked on the bed. You don’t let him go far, surging up to kiss him when he steps back to undress completely. Your hands are in his hair, same as his are in yours, and Cassian groans when you tug, both of you finding similar pleasure in the movement.
The first night was different. You’d stumbled your way through the dark, finding your peaks quickly. You’d fallen asleep after, and Cassian had watched you for a while before drifting off. That unspoken thing lulled him to sleep.
But now, he turns the bedside light on. The room illuminates with a soft orange glow, and he leans over you, until you fall back against the pillows and blankets, laid out for him, reaching for him. He molds himself into your palms, covers your body with his own.
The first night, he hadn’t had the chance to taste you. Refusing to miss out a second time, he arranges you on the bed, pushing your knees apart to make room for his shoulders, tracing his mouth along the inside of your thigh, eyes darting between your glistening cunt and your face, the way your eyes roll back in your skull when he buries his head between your legs and sucks your clit between his teeth.
He wants to feel you cum on his face, to feel your thighs tremble around his ears, but you have other ideas. You haul him up with a gasp, fitting your mouth to his and licking your taste out of his mouth. “I wanted to-” he starts, but you cut him off, reaching between your bodies and squeezing your fingers around his cock.
“Plenty of time for that later,” you murmur, lips at his jaw, words spoken into his skin. “Right now I need you inside me, Cass.”
He groans as you stroke him, curling your wrist just right, but then he pulls your hand away, pinning your wrists either side of your head. Using his knees, he spreads your legs wide and drops his hips, the tip of his cock dragging through your wetness.
“Please,” you beg, your own hips lifting, chasing him, trying to notch his cock at your entrance. He teases you a moment longer, waits for the angle to be just right, and then he pushes into you. Your fingers flex against the bedsheets, mouth dropping open with a moan as his hips press into yours. Your legs twitch, one calf wrapping around his thigh. “Cassian, fuck, oh my-”
He covers your mouth with his, swallowing down your words and moans. You tighten around him, impossibly so, and he starts to move, finding his rhythm, filling you to the hilt with each thrust only to pull out almost all the way and do it all over again. Over and over and over, and you’re babbling into his mouth, straining against his hold. He leans up just that much more, pulling his lips from yours, both of you staring down at the spot where you’re joined, where he’s disappearing into you with every move.
“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, yes?” he grunts, hearing you gasp as he gives you one particularly hard thrust. He feels your head wobble with a nod, but he wants to hear it. “Say it.”
“Only you, Cass,” you breathe out, throwing your head back as you go even tighter around him. “Oh gods, fuck, only you.”
Pleasure coils like a serpent at the base of his spine, and he drops, trying not to smother you with his weight, pressing his face into the arch of your throat. You moan loudly as he releases your hands, curling his own around your shoulders while yours find purchase in his hair again. The bed shakes with your movement, both legs lifting to wrap around his waist now, your ankles hooked together at the small of his back. “Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg and Cassian bites at your pulse, groaning into your skin as his release threatens to overtake him.
“Cum for me,” he says, and you obey.
Your back arches and you make the sweetest sounds. He wants to bottle them, keep them for himself. He rides out your orgasm, keeping his own pleasure at bay until you’ve caught your breath, sighing at the press of him inside you, pulling him close. “Now you,” you whisper, nipping at his ear, lifting your hips so he gets that much deeper inside you, the warmth enough to swallow him whole. “Let me feel you.”
You call, and he comes.
He growls into your throat, fingers digging deep into your shoulders. You press kisses along his cheek, the space below his ear, his temple. Murmurs of how good it feels, how you missed him, how you’ll never let him go again, it’s the backdrop to the pleasure roaring through his body. It makes every muscle in him tense up before he relaxes completely, sinking into your embrace.
His eyes drop shut as he softens inside you, completely spent. Your fingers comb through his hair, soft kisses still scattered across whatever skin you can reach. After a few minutes, he finds the strength to roll off of you, falling onto the bed at your side.
You kiss his mouth before you get up, disappearing into the fresher for a moment, coming back with a glass of water for you both to share. Cassian gulps down the liquid as you slide back into bed with him, pulling the blankets over you both. You go to turn out the light, but he stops you.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
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Cassian Andor NSFW alphabet
Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 2300 words
Warnings: multiple sex positions, come feeding, praise, creampie, exhibitionism, sex toys, oral, fingering, nipple play, rimming, finger sucking. Let me know if I forgot anything major!
Author’s Note: I really wanted to do it so thank you for the encouragement ;)
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Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist
NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Cassian is doting and caring after the act. He loves taking his time smothering you in kisses and running his fingers through your body. There’s something about that intimacy that fills his heart with joy and cannot stop slowly breathing close to your ear as he pulls you closer and closer. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, loving that familiar intimate touch. Cassian also loves helping you shower after the act, caressing your body and lathering it slowly until he makes sure you are clean as you can be.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Cassian does love his face and his hair a lot. He likes also his scruffy beard and loves nuzzling against your neck or cheek or even when you caress him in tender moments. As for the women, Cassian does not have a preference per se, he is just a woman lover through and through and loves being able to caress and touch your body any way he likes discovering what is the most unique thing about you. Cassian also is obsessed with your lips, he loves kissing, he loves making out and he loves the sticky sounds that come with it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Cassian likes cumming everywhere basically. He loves shooting on your face, and loves it when he paints your breasts with it, and also loves it when he can double finish inside you and watch it all leak out. He also loves feeding you his cum with his long fingers. Is a mental image that stays with him for days and days.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The dirtiest secret that Cassian keeps to himself is that he loves it to eat your ass and he also loves it when you do it for him. Is very rare and he loves knowing someone else can make him such a mess like this.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Cassian is very experienced. He could not be more experienced, his reputation is well and known along the lands and he has nothing but satisfied partners, his only problem is that he never stays long enough to stick around. But he takes his time, for your pleasure, delaying his as long as you are pleading and begging for no more. He loves knowing he has that effect on you. Also, there is no move, no kink, and no activity that Cassian hasn’t already done or isn’t game for. Cassian in a very well-experienced lover and he never minds taking the lead or taking a seat back depending on the situation.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Riding. He loves you on top of him, breasts bare, hands on his hair, pulling them as you are trying to fuck yourself on him. He of course prefers making no effort at all just watching you struggle. Once he has enough of your performance, he loves pinning you down and grabbing your wrists as he fucks you animalistically against any surface. Also, he loves it very much to fuck behind a door, standing up, with your leg around his back.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Cassian has humor, he knows how to laugh at the funny moment or recite a funny story to have you loosen up easier. He knows how easily one joke can turn into him sliding a finger inside, so he never misses an opportunity to do so. And he also loves hearing your laugh during the act, watching you so happy as he is staffing you fully.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is as groomed as his life allows him to be. Obviously, there is hair everywhere on his body but his hygiene is the best it can be. He likes taking care of himself and cleaning himself, even if he skips the colognes because he is not living a fancy life out there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Cassian is romantic during the act because it’s a rare moment where he gets to be as free and as loving as he can be. He kisses you between anything and praises you and repeats words of affirmation and love all the time, worshipping you and the world in every aspect. But he also keeps it rough at the same time. He manages to balance it out perfectly. Showing his affection to you is his favorite thing to do during the act.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Cassian prefers real sex instead of masturbation and is never hard enough for him to find someone but in the moments that he does, he does it slowly, preferably listening to an old voice message of yours or finding a picture of you. His head is full of thought as he brings both hands, one on his cock, one fonding his balls, grunting as he cums. Especially when he has you on the other line of the Comcast link.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Cassian has many kinks. He loves bondage, he loves grinding, he loves your breasts, he loves fucking your ass, he likes some pain, he likes watching you cry from too much pleasure, he loves spanking you, he loves it when you choke him or tie him up. He loves the sloppiest blow jobs and fingering you with his gloves on, shoving his cock between your breasts, and then facefucking you. He loves it in any way he can find and loves switching you but he also loves commanding you and watching you do exactly as he says. He also likes it when you blindfold him and all he can do is anticipate your next move, He also likes it when you are fully naked, riding his thigh while he is all dressed up. And creampies. Basically, he likes it all.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Beds and of course the cockpit. Always the favorite place for any pilot. But mostly he likes doing it in close proximity to being caught, in alleys and behind the bar and mostly behind closed doors and even right where you wouldn’t expect one to. One palm over your mouth and his cock deep between your ass cheeks and into your pussy fucking you fast.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Cassian is one of those people who is always horny, maybe is the way he lives, and the danger that comes with it but he is always thinking about it in some way. So is not hard for him to get turned on at all. But he does love it when you call his name, something so intimate and yet familiar about it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
He doesn’t have many turn-offs, but he won’t ever do something you wouldn’t want him to do.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He both loves giving and receiving. He likes spending hours eating you out with your legs trying to push his head in and of course he loves watching you gag on his cock, trying to swallow him whole. He is quite an expert at it, pussy eating by now, and is one of the first things he does during the act, he never proceeds to fuck you without at least one orgasm before he gets his cock inside you. He uses both his fingers and his tongue, wanting to have you as wet as possible before he makes a move. One hand always goes up to your breasts squeezing them as the other one has fingers shoved inside you, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. On the rare days he gets to eat you out for more than an hour, he cums like that shooting inside his pants. Some other times though he is even stroking his cock as you are drowning him with your thighs. Now when it comes to him, he is also cool with whatever you are comfortable with, if you don’t like it fast he will go slow. Even if he likes guiding you on his cock, he also wonders what you can do on your own so a lot of times he just relaxes and watches you do all the work.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Cassian can be anything he wants at the moment. Sometimes he likes it slow, sometimes depending on the day he had he likes it rough, and other times he likes barely moving all night as he is circling your nipples with the tip of his tongue. After a bad mission, he will take his frustration out on you, and on a good day, he will fuck you senseless out of happiness.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes quickies. He doesn’t mind at all, having some for a little bit until he can get more later or even on the days he won’t. He also doesn’t mind giving you some as a treat. He could do it several times a day if there is no premise for the night or a couple of times till he can.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Cassian is always game to experiment. He loves taking risks and trying new things. He loves knowing as much as possible as there is to know about the act and he loves trying new things and even new places. He also loves breaking in things and furniture like this.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Oh, Cassian can last. He can last well. He loves taking his time when he can to fuck you and pleasure and he almost always wants a minimum of two rounds if he sees you can keep it up he loves amping that to four. Those rare nights where he reaches seven times are his favorite though but it does take hours.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Well, depending on the narrative whether they exist or not in the universe, Cassian wouldn’t hesitate to use one. He knows the device could be beneficial to the overall experience and he does put your pleasure first and always. Now when it comes to sensory deprivations and tricks he is the first to suggest using them because it’s something he prefers. Whether on him or on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Cassian loves teasing because he knows he will be fucking and commanding you later. He is going to start by whispering inappropriate things in your ear, making lewd comments, and very rarely touching you because he knows you’d find his voice more compelling for that and he also likes to smirk and wink or even lick his lips together.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Cassian can become loud if he wants to. Most of the time he might try to keep it quiet because the walls are never thin but when he can let loose, he makes sure anyone could hear him. He loves to speak during the act because he is overall a talker and between praises and degrading words, the biggest sound that hangs off his lips is your name. A constant repeat of it is like a prayer. He also has an extremely performative face during the act making you want to watch his expressions.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Cassian loves dancing. He loves to watch you move and swing for him and then give him a lap dance. He loves and craves it but he never ever asks for it. He loves the whole act of you grinding on him and him groping you as you go and likes it even more when all of this is happening during a public appearance. He is pretty exhibitionist like this. He loves the risk of being caught, knowing just three seconds ago he was just cumming inside you while now he is casually talking to someone else.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Cassian has a good physique. His body is overall lean and muscular with various scars covering from his harder days. The occasional tattoo symbolizes something important for him and of course, his favorite part is the marks frpm your teeth on his neck.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Cassian possesses a very high sex drive. He can keep at it for hours and he is always somehow up for it. He would never say no to a quickie, whatever body part it required, oral or physical sex. He likes it often so he almost never says no to it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Sex is Cassian’s biggest stress reliever. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep afterward, holding you close to his arms and rocking you slowly as he whispers sweet melodies against your ear. He loves the romance and the intimacy of the act because he doesn’t get enough love often so he makes sure to savor these rare moments as much as he can. When he falls asleep, he is usually naked with his cock still deep inside you and you sprawled on his naked chest, his hands keeping you warm.
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Ktober 2023 Day 10- Stripping
Cassian Andor x fem!reader
Word count- 1.6k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), established relationship, pining, riding, feelings, no use of y/n
Notes- I actually kinda struggled with what prompt to write Cassian for cause I kept changing my mind but then this fell into place and works perfectly! I still maintain that Andor is the best thing Star Wars has done recently I'm obsessed with how amazing it was!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!
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Cassian sighed dejected as he knocked on your door. It had been a long day, and when he hit a rough patch, Cassian usually found himself at your place to seek refuge. You were a comfort to him, even if all feelings were left unspoken. And the moment you opened the door and he saw your face again, all his trouble felt like they melted away just from looking into your eyes.
“Cassian,” you breathed as you stepped aside to let him in, “What happened? You look rough.”
“Things have been difficult lately,” was all he said as he stepped into your apartment.
You guided him into the living space and sat him down on a chair before you sat across from him, “You want to talk about it?” you asked with a pleading look on your face.
“Not particularly,” he sighed. Cassian’s eyes trailed down your figure to your hand, which you had placed on his knee in a comforting manner. He swallowed hard as he felt the warmth spread from his knee all the way to his chest… and to his cock.
Noticing the way he shifted in his seat, you let out a deep breath, “I think I know what you need tonight, baby,” your tone dropped as you saw his eyes widen.
You let go of where you rested your hand on his knee and stood up. When Cassian tried to stand with you, thinking you were going to lead him to your bedroom, you placed a hand on his chest and silently guided him back down to sit. He whispered your name, but before he could ask what you had in mind, you raised a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.
Cassian both loved and hated how much power you actually had over him.
You flicked something on, and music started to play as you swung your hips slowly to the beat of the rhythm. Cassian looked you up and down, and adjusted his posture to open himself up to you more.
“Like what you see, Cassian?” you asked in a low hum, catching how his jaw tightened the more you shimmied your hips.
“You know what the answer is,” he replied in a breathy tone, as if he was holding himself back.
A smirk lit up your face as you danced your way closer to him, straddling his lap. You allowed Cassian to rest his hands on your hips, gently guiding your motions as you swayed over him. You were calculated in your movements, and made sure to brush against his cock a few times before staying teasingly far at the same time. Hovering closer to Cassian’s lips, you felt his breath on your skin. But, you broke away before you closed the gap.
Cassian let out a frustrated grunt as you lifted yourself up off his lap and continued to dance for him. But, his annoyance vanished when you grabbed your shirt and slowly lifted it up inch by inch to the beat of the music. Teasingly slow at first, you only allowed him glaces of your skin. You wanted to make him wait, you wanted him to want you so desperately that he couldn’t fight his urges to keep his hands to himself.
Agonizingly slow, you started to expose more and more of your skin to Cassian, and you saw the way his eyes darkened with every peak you gave him. Finally, you lifted your shirt up and off, leaving you topless before him. Cassian clenched his fists involuntarily as he raked his gaze over your chest. He had seen you many times before, yet when you stayed sensually to the music that played, something felt different.
You came back to where he was seated and straddled him once more. This time, Cassian didn’t put his hands on your hips, but on your breasts. You moaned softly as he squeezed and pinched at your soft skin, and you arched your back into his grip.
“Cassian,” you moaned as you rocked your hips against his, feeling his cock underneath you.
He breathed your name as his eyes looked up to meet yours. Locks of his hair fell into his eyes, but it only framed his face better. This time, you couldn’t resist and you leaned in and took Cassian’s lips with your own. He groaned into you as you continued to move your hips back and forth.
Breaking away with a gasp, you pushed yourself off of him once more, and you heard his grunt of frustration over the music. You couldn’t stifle the laugh you let out as you turned around and shook your ass for him. Cassian had come to you many times before, and the two of you started an unofficial routine. He came to you when he needed a release, when he needed to let off some steam. And in return, Cassian made sure you were safe from any threats. But this… this was something new and different.
You had never felt this bold with him before. You had never teased him like this before. And you certainly never gave him a strip dance like this before. It was exhilarating watching him fight to hold his composure as his eyes darkened. And something in you told you that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
Perhaps more.
As you swayed your hips to the music, you hooked your fingers under the hem of your pants and slowly pushed them down. This time, however, you decided not to tease Cassian as much. You kept a slow but determined pace as you shook your ass to the music while you pushed your pants down.
Cassian let out a low rumble as he fought to keep himself seated for the show you put on. You never told him not to move, but like everything with the two of you, it was unspoken. But as your ass bounced out of your pants, Cassian’s cock strained and screamed at him and it became harder and harder for him to stay still.
When you turned back around, you were bare for him, and you kicked your pants away. Your eyes trailed down his seated form and landed on his cock tenting in his pants. “I think I’ve teased you long enough, Cass,” you cooed as you sauntered over to him.
“I would say so,” he huffed in agreement.
You straddled his hips once more, but this time you reached down and freed his cock from his pants. Involuntarily, you licked your lips as it sprang free and at full attention. “Fuck…” you breathed as you wrapped your hand around it and stroked it a few times.
Cassian whispered your name, causing you to pause and meet his gaze, “Sit on my cock,” his tone was low and commanding, yet not harsh. Like it was a question and a statement at the same time.
“Anything you want, Cass,” you moaned as you lifted your hips and lined his cock up with your pussy.
He rested his hands on your bare hips, guiding your body as you sank down onto his cock. You let out a loud moan as you impaled yourself on him and your hands grabbed into his shoulder for balance.
“That’s my girl,” Casssian purred as he let out a gasp of his own at feeling your wet tightness around him once more.
You whimpered as you sat yourself on his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside you. Time seemed to stop for a moment as you met his eyes, and your heart fluttered in your chest. But, Cassian was not yours to have, not really. This was just an agreement between the two of you, just a release.
Feeling the rhythm flood your veins once more, you lifted yourself up a bit and lowered back down. You moved your hips to the beat of the music that still played faintly in the background, and your mind swam in the pleasure that was his cock.
“Fuck,” Cassian hissed as he watched you bounce and rock on his lap. You felt so good, and it took biting his tongue to keep the praises from flowing from his lips.
“Cassian,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head back. You started to lose your rhythm as you bounced on his cock, focusing more on the pleasure than the music.
“That’s it sweetheart,” Cassian groaned as he bucked his hips up against you.
Together, the two of you found a rhythm, and you grinded against each other in desperate need for release. Moans and groans from both of you filled the room and drowned out the music. You moved faster as heat rose in your body and you felt the familiar tingle build within you.
“Cum for me,” Cassian purred.
As if on cue, you came hard, clenching and trembling around Cassian as you screamed loudly. Cassian groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you close, pounding into you until he too hit his peak. He bit down on your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he spilled himself inside you.
Once the two of you were spent, you collapsed forward into his shoulder. Cassian’s arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close as you settled yourself on his lap. Faintly, you were both aware of the music in the background, but the sounds of your beating hearts drowned it out.
Cassian wanted to tell you how much he cared about you, how much he craved seeing you time and time again. But, he also needed to keep you safe, and that also meant keeping you at arm’s length. But, at least for now, he could savor the feeling of you in his arms as you breathed heavily. For just that moment, you were his, and everything was perfect.
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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.
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one more kiss
pairing: Cassian Andor x reader
warnings: none
summary: You want one more kiss from Cassian.
word count: 1,100
“One more kiss?” You pleaded with wide eyes. Cassian had been telling you for the last twenty minutes that he had to get back to Maarva’s. He was laying beneath you, your hands resting against his bare chest as you looked down at him.
“I have to go, my love,” Cassian told you. Your lips formed an adorable pout. “Don’t pout, baby. I’ve been here for a week.” You gave Cassian your best puppy dog eyes.
“One more kiss?” You asked again. Cassian couldn’t help but smile at your sad little pout. You were so worried that he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, and what you wanted was him. It warmed his heart.
“One more,” Cassian agreed. You beamed. “And then you let me up,” he insisted. You sighed but nodded.
Cassian raised his hands to your cheeks. He pulled you down to him and his velvety lips enveloped yours. His hands slipped into your hair, one hand continuing down to your neck and the other twirling your hair between his fingers. His tongue moved into your mouth, soft against your own. You let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure and Cassian smiled against your lips. He pulled away slowly, leaving a few short pecks on your face.
He let you lay on his chest for a few more minutes. He knew how much you needed him. He didn’t really want to leave you either, but he was out of clean clothes and he should have checked on Maarva already.
“Alright, my love,” Cassian said. “A deal’s a deal.” He patted your butt gently, signaling you to let him up. You whined in disapproval but moved off of him. You watched from the bed as he began to gather his things.
“Do you really have to go?” You complained as he zipped up his bag. Cassian looked at you as you sat on the edge of your bed.
“Baby…” he murmured in protest. You were making it so hard for him to leave.
“Stay another night, Kassa,” You pleaded.
“I want to, baby, but I can’t,” Cassian told you. He was almost completely redressed, but he couldn’t find his shirt. He looked up and saw that you were wearing his shirt. He crossed the room and stood between your legs. He gave you a quick peck. You whined at the brevity.
“I need my shirt back,” Cassian said.
“One more kiss,” you demanded.
“I just gave you one, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle.
“A real one, Kassa,” you said. Cassian reached up and ran his fingers along your cheek, taking your jaw in his hand and tipping your head so he could kiss you once more. He pulled away earlier than you thought was fair.
“Shirt, please?” Cassian requested.
“But if I give it to you, you’ll leave,” you said. Cassian chuckled.
“That’s true,” he replied. “I could always take it. It’s not like I’ve never undressed you before.” You crossed your arms tightly so that he wouldn’t be able to pull the shirt off of you. Cassian sighed. You looked truly heartbroken that he was going to leave. He didn’t want you to feel that way.
“I have a compromise,” Cassian said. You raised an eyebrow.
“What is it?” You asked.
“I still go home,” he started. You frowned. “But you come with me,” Cassian offered. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t met Maarva before. It was a step in your relationship that Cassian had been holding off on. You understood. Maarva was basically all he had. He didn’t want to introduce her to just anyone.
“What about Maarva?” You asked.
“I think she would like you,” Cassian said simply.
“But you’re ready for me to meet her?” You asked. The corners of Cassian’s lips just barely tipped upwards. He was touched that you would worry for him even when he was offering you exactly what you wanted.
“Her birthday is in two weeks, I was going to introduce you then. But I don’t want to leave you here alone,” he said.
“Are you sure? I can be lonely for the night if you’re not ready, Kassa,” you said. Cassian smiled softly at you.
“No, it’s time,” he said. “She’s been asking about you anyway.” Your cheeks warmed.
“She knows about me?” You asked. Cassian chuckled.
“Of course she does. You’re my girl, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically. Your cheeks burned at the words. Cassian had referred to you as his girl before, but regardless every time he used the words they sent butterflies to your stomach. He smirked at the way you got flustered. “Come, sweetheart. Grab some clothes for tomorrow.” You bounced off the bed and gathered a few things to take to Cassian’s place. It was only a few minutes before you were on the way to his place, walking down the street hand in hand.
“I’m home!” Cassian called out to Maarva as he walked into his house.
“I thought you were never coming back,” Maarva called as she walked into the room. She noticed you and gave you a small smile.
“This is y/n,” Cassian said. “And this is Maarva,” he added. You smiled and held out your hand.
“Put that away,” Maarva said and pulled you in for a hug. “The girl who’s gotten Cassian out of my house for a week deserves a hug.” You chuckled as you hugged her. Cassian smiled as he watched the two of you, excited that the two most important people in his life were finally meeting.
“What, you didn’t miss me?” Cassian joked in question. Maarva smiled.
“Not for a second,” she joked back.
“Next time we’ll stay at y/n’s then,” Cassian said stubbornly. Maarva gave him a small smile.
“I’m heading to bed now,” she said. She gave Cassian a hug. “Make sure you change your sheets for her,” she instructed him. “I know you haven’t done it in weeks.” Cassian flushed with embarrassment but nodded.
“Good night, Maarva,” he said, planting a kiss on her head before she headed off for her room. You followed him to his room, helping him change the sheets as Maarva had instructed. You slid under the covers once the bed was ready and Cassian snuggled up next to you, one of his arms beneath your head as the other rested over your waist. Cassian leaned forward and kissed you softly.
“Good night, Kassa,” you said as you pulled away. Cassian smirked before he opened his mouth.
“One more kiss?”
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In case you missed it, I posted this art yesterday in the first chapter of my new Cassian Andor fic 👀 👀 👀
It was buried beneath the “read more” tag so I figured I’d share it in its own post...because I love it....and because it’s sexy as hell.
I commissioned @amikoroyaiart to create 5 custom illustrations to go with this fic. I’m only posting the first illustration in full. The rest will be available to my Jedi Knight and Jedi Master tier patrons (they will also be getting the fic in a special format that I’ve never tried before).
Here’s a brief description of the story. I’ve loved writing it, and I hope you all enjoy reading it 💜
CASSIAN’S RECKONING
Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, and the rest of Rogue One survive the Battle of Scarif, delivering a major blow to the Empire. But Wilhuff Tarkin will not be made a fool. When Cassian falls into the Grand Moff’s clutches, he pays dearly for the Rebellion’s victory.
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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.
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Two Liars | Cassian Andor x Reader
Summary: two strangers meet in a bar.
Rating: M
Tags/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, genitalia description
a/n: this took me a comically long time to write. I’ve been in such a bad writing funk recently but I did it!!! Dedicating this to my beloved @guess-my-next-obsession for always being so encouraging of my works, I would die without u<3
I’ve never written cassa before so be gentle on me! Enjoy!!!
The brightly colored liquid moved smoothly down your throat, the empty glass clinking against the bar top far too soon after you’d received it. You glanced around the dimly lit room; not much in the way of decor, a few silver couches and tables were dispersed throughout the small lounge. The rounded bar, which was emanating a white glow, was the main source of light in the space, causing most of the patrons to stick to the corners where they could hide under the cover of darkness. You, however, chose to sit right at the source, deciding the best way to stay undercover would be to stay in plain sight. You’d changed your appearance, of course- this time opting for a darker hair color, and a more intense makeup look than you’d ever wear normally. That was what all the rich women on this planet did, anyone else tended to stick out considerably.
As you scanned the room, your eyes drew to a man sitting a few stools away. He was busying himself in his drink, pretending he hadn’t been looking at you moments before your eyes fell on him. He was undeniably handsome, from what you could see- though you couldn’t decide if he was the type to bother with. His dark clothing didn’t look particularly expensive, so you guessed that he was a traveler like yourself, just not masking it as well. Travelers were easy targets, your usual go-to, but on this planet, you knew there were much heavier pockets waiting for you elsewhere.
You looked back towards your own drink for a moment, then decided to glance back over at him. This time your eyes met, and you felt the tiniest hint of a smile pull at your lips. That was all he needed, apparently, before he stood from his chair and moved casually to the one on your left.
“Was wondering when you were gonna come over and buy me a drink.” You drew smoothly, crossing your legs, revealing more of your thigh.
His eyebrows twitched up as a shocked smile came to his face, as if he weren’t expecting you to be so blunt. You liked that.
“Who said I was going to buy you a drink?” He retorted, putting the ball back in your court. This time it was you who raised your brows at him, used to men caving immediately when you got flirty. You liked this even more.
You gave a soft laugh before responding. “Careful now. I could just tell the barkeep that you’re harassing me and get you thrown out,” you tutted.
He inched closer to you. You willed yourself to keep your face even, a smile threatening to crack through during this cat and mouse game. It had been so long- too long- since you’d gotten to act like this. To be the flirty, mysterious stranger in a bar. Life had kept you on the run too much for this anymore.
“No need for that. I’m just teasing.” He shifted so he was facing the bartender, raising his hand to signal the man down before he paused.
“Can I at least get your name?” He asked. “Y’know, so I can know who I’m buying a drink for?”
You turned your torso to face him fully, taking him in completely for the first time. He was even more handsome than you’d imagined when glancing at him from the corner of your eye; tousled hair that had your fingers twitching with an urge to comb it down, rake your fingers through it, and a light beard that you could tell he’d grown to appear older. A sharp nose, resting just under the softest pair of eyes you’d ever seen. They held… something in them, though you couldn’t pinpoint what. Secrets, you decided.
“Lina.”
A lie.
He smiled at you then, those sweet brown eyes crinkling when he did so. But the smile he gave you felt reserved, as if he were holding back what he was feeling. Sussing you out, even. You briefly wondered if he was onto you, but you kept yourself calm.
“A lovely name for a lovely woman.” He responded, and suddenly any suspicious thoughts you’d been having about the man came dangerously close to slipping from your mind as he moved closer to you in his seat, slotting his knees between yours.
You rested on your elbow as he ordered another drink for you, plus one for him. He moved with a cool confidence, the practiced kind. You guessed that he’d worked hard on it over the years, most likely as a defense mechanism. It was a classic trick, and an old one; pretend you know what you’re doing and you’ll get just about anywhere in life. It was one you loved to employ, and had been doing so for most of your life. It was how you’d sweet talked your way into this exclusive, overpriced bar.
When he turned back to you, you spoke. “Well? I gave you my name, aren’t you going to give me yours?”
He chuckled lightly. “My apologies. You can call me Venka.”
Another lie.
You could sense it immediately, one liar to another. There’s always a tiny bit of hesitation when someone gives a fake name, sometimes so minuscule you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for it. But you felt it in him- he probably rotated through a variety of aliases. The spark of curiosity you held for the man was quickly being fanned into a large flame; who was he? More importantly, who- or what- was he hiding from?
“Mm. Well, Venka,” you poured his not-name off of your tongue with a teasing lilt, “What brings you to Calfa?”
“Ah, just some business. Nothing I want to bore you with. You?” He sipped his drink, raising his brows over the rim of the glass.
You shrugged. “Just traveling.” You kept it short.
He tilted his head slightly. “A beautiful woman traveling the galaxy alone? Seems a bit unsafe.”
“Are you suggesting I don’t know how to hold my own?” You bristled, brows furrowing.
His featured softened as he chuckled again. “No, no. I meant unsafe for whomever crosses your path.” Venka raised his drink towards you.
You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh. “Nice save.”
When he smiled at you this time, it felt more real. His chest bounced as he laughed at your words, his head tilted back. As your conversation continued, you were both clearly holding back, unwilling to give up too much of yourself to the other. It was the way you had to be. And yet, even with the restrictions, you were also unwilling to stop talking to him. He was entrancing. You allowed yourself to be charmed by him, whether you meant to or not. Your will was slipping- what was the problem with having just one night of fun?
You knew you should’ve taken the drink and left him sitting there, told him to have a good night, but you couldn’t. Instead, you found yourself with your hand on his knee, slowly inching up his thigh.
“Care for another round?” You purred, leaning closer to him. You could smell him from here; a maddening combination of pine and sage. Cologne he’d probably swiped from someone rich enough to not even notice it was missing.
His eyelids were low, a slanted smirk on his face. “Only if you do.”
Your head quirked to the side as you raised a brow. “Something else in mind?”
When he responded, his voice was low and rough. It sent a chill down your spine.
“We stop dancing around it and go back to your place.”
Heat blossomed through your chest and sizzled down your body. Any inhibitions you’d felt previously were now fully gone- his large hand overtook yours as he helped you step down from the tall barstool. The heels you wore clicked against the metal floor, making a satisfying sound that let everyone in the room know you were on your way out. Though your goal was usually to remain unnoticed, you couldn’t help but feel a smug pride as you soaked in the attention.
Venka’s hand gently floated behind your back, guiding you as you walked together. Not much was said on the short journey to your tiny studio, though an electricity was undeniably thrumming between the two of you. He let you lead the way, leaning against the wall with his hands tucked in his pockets as he patiently waited for you to unlock the door. You stepped in first, motioning for him to come in, before locking the door behind him. You reminded yourself to remain calm- though it was proving to be difficult with the way he was looking at you, brown eyes impossibly dark.
There wasn’t much to the space- a small couch in the middle of the room with an even smaller table in front of it, both provided with the lease. In the corner was a kitchen, white counters and appliances untouched. Towards the back of the space was the bedroom, which you set your sights on as soon as you heard the lock click.
“Can I kiss you now?” He asked, pressing his forehead to yours and slinking his hands around your back.
You couldn’t help but let out a small puff of a chuckle at him asking permission, the intimacy of it warming your heart.
“Yes please.”
You draped your arms over his shoulders, grabbing hold of his jacket collar. He tugged you closer, pressing his lips to yours with a sigh. His lips tasted of the bitter liquid he’d been drinking at the bar; it mixed intoxicatingly well with the sweet nature of your own drink that still lingered on your own lips. Venka- or whatever his real name was, you were finding it harder and harder to care- was a dangerously good kisser. The way his tongue slipped into your mouth felt almost natural, as if it belonged there. He pulled you in closer with a gentle grip on your neck, melding your bodies together.
“You are…” he began as he pulled back from you with a sigh. “A very beautiful woman.”
You bit back a smile. “Flattery will get you nowhere, sir.”
He gave you a smirk. “Whatever you say.”
Stepping back, he slipped a finger under the silver strap of the dress you’d donned. It was overpriced, and most definitely not your style, but allowed you to blend in on a variety of these gaudy planets you tended to haunt, so you kept it around. His eyes were raking over you hungrily, eagerly awaiting your permission to continue- you were very glad you’d decided to wear it tonight.
After you gave him a small nod he continued, sliding the strap down your shoulder and repeating the action on the other side. His fingers were rough in texture, a tell that he was someone who had worked with them a lot, but they moved over your skin with a surprising fluidity and gentle nature. The dress now only clung to your breasts, so you met his eyes and gave a small tug until you were completely bare before him aside from your underwear. He ran a hand down his face, catching his breath a moment, before closing the space between your bodies again and meeting your mouth with his. He kissed you with so much intensity- it was overwhelming and taking over your senses in every way possible. His hands gripped the base of your neck and the small of your back, holding you as if you’d slip away at any moment.
As he kissed you, you tugged on his thick jacket, desperate to shed him of the layers. He obliged happily, not breaking the rhythm he’d made as he shrugged it off. You slipped your hands between your bodies, working the buttons on his chest with an eagerness that was almost embarrassing; you stopped caring when he pressed his thigh between your legs. The fabric was rough- not quite denim, but enough to make your hips roll against it. He smirked against your lips, knowing the effect he was having on you. Not willing to let him win, you pushed off the wall with your foot, catching him off guard and using his surprise to your advantage to switch your places.
His hair had fallen onto his face a bit, framing his eyes and making them appear softer. You briefly noted that he looked younger in this light, before brushing it away from his forehead and getting back to work untucking his shirt and pulling it down his arms. His chest had a light dusting of hair on it, so irresistibly tempting you couldn’t help but place a small kiss to it. From there you set on his pants buckle, one that was overly complicated but you thankfully figured out with minimal embarrassment. You sank down, looking up at him with round eyes, pulling the fabric of his trousers down with you. His bulge was evident- pressing eagerly against the soft fabric of his underwear. Although he was a relatively lean man, you could see that his cock was anything but. It was thick- mighty, even. You stuck your fingers in the band of the garment, pressing a kiss to his clothed member before pulling it down.
His eyes were trained sharply on you, watching your every move. He was waiting, anticipating what you’d do next. You moved deliberately slowly, enjoying being the one in power. All part of the persona, of course- but he didn’t need to know that. As far as he was concerned, this was who you were all the time.
Gripping the base of his stiff erection, you held it in place to take only the very tip into your mouth. Your lips circled around it, and your tongue slid forward to trace a pattern on the sensitive area. You pulled back a moment, keeping his eye, before returning and pulling more of him into your mouth. You began a slow rhythm, sucking him off while moving your hand at the base of him. He was clearly holding back, letting out heavy breaths. His hand had moved to the back of your hair, not pushing on your head, but simply resting there. You were making filthynoises around him- a sultry slurping sound that you knew was driving him crazy by the way his fingers gripped your hair, with a few cooing hums sprinkled in for good measure.
“I wanna hear you,” you purred, pulling your mouth off of him but keeping your hand moving.
He made to reply with a snarky comment, but you cut him off by returning your mouth to his cock, this time with more urgency. Your hand was gliding up and down the length of him, lubricated by your spit, meeting with your mouth rhythmically. Your cheeks were hollowed around him and your tongue was pressing firmly against the underside of the member, dragging up and down steadily. There it was- the thud of his head back against the wall, the muscles giving out under the pleasure. His hand pressed more into the back of your head to urge you on, and of course, you did.
His hips were starting to move of their own accord; a slight twitch that you could feel all the way where you gripped his thighs. Soft, breaking moans were escaping his barely parted lips, and when you spared a glance upwards, you made a mental note to save the sight forever. His long torso flexing towards you, his abs straining as he held himself back. One arm tucked neatly behind your head, the other trying to find purchase in the wall and grasping at it desperately. And finally, perhaps the most beautiful aspect of the picture- his head, tossed back so his curls flopped away from his face, and his eyes drawn in tight. The image sent heat up your spine and warmed your cheeks, urging you on further and further until-
“Stopstop- stop,” He breathed out, gently pulling your mouth away from him with a heaving chest.
You sat back on your knees, taking a moment to wipe the spit from around your lips. “Did I hurt you?” You asked, out of breath yourself.
He chuckled, eyes still closed. “The furthest from it.” After a moment, he looked down at you, his smug smile from before slowly inching its way across his face. He extended an arm and grabbed your hand, pulling you up until you were level.
Gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he tugged your mouth to his, locking your lips together. You felt the air leave your chest.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Something in the back of your mind told you to keep up the dominant persona you’d had such a strong grip on before; but the way he was looking at you, somehow both commanding yet comforting, turned that part of your brain off. You only obeyed him, crawling slowly onto your bed and arching your back towards him.
From behind, you heard him hum hungrily. “Mind if I take these off?” He asked, thumbs popping underneath the band of your underwear.
You twisted your neck, just barely able to see him. “Be my guest.”
He smirked, gripping the underwear and sliding it over the curve of your bottom and down your thighs. He ran a hand in the opposite direction, carefully mapping out the expanse of your skin.
“Now, let’s see…” He started, taking his middle finger and dragging it from your ass inwards towards your center. He was met with wet heat, his finger sliding through it with ease. “Ah, did you like sucking me off, pretty girl? You’re soaking.”
Your cheeks warmed- you oddly felt as if you’d been caught. Perhaps your facade was a bit more see through than you’d thought.
A small pinch to your ass pulled you back to the moment. “I asked you a question.”
“I did,” you replied sheepishly.
He chuckled devilishly. He leaned forward, caging you in. He spoke in a hushed tone, the kind that lit your whole body up.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
His cock slid into you slowly, causing your walls to clench as you let out a throaty moan. Though it was a shallow fit, he still curved into you so fully your eyes rolled back. He was taking it slow, dragging against you. He balanced himself carefully on one hand, using the other to wrap around your stomach and slide up to squeeze at your chest. Oddly enough, what you noticed most in that moment- aside from the way he was stretching you open, of course- was the way he was so warm. It was as if he were enveloping you fully, melding your bodies into one as you gripped at the soft pillowcases beneath you.
He was letting out a series of mmms and ahhs, choral noises to score the way he was drilling into you. You wished he would be louder, though you would take what you could get. You didn’t feel a need to keep quiet yourself, allowing your moans to flow freely, and in turn rewarded by his verbal praise.
“Feels good, huh?” He tutted cockily.
You ground yourself back against him, mouth agape as he brushed against something deadly within you. “F-uck,” was all you managed to reply with.
It was hard to process exactly how much time was passing; all you could clearly feel was him penetrating you so deeply. You were lost in the clouds, gripping at sheets and tears escaping your eyes, when you felt him pat the side of your leg.
“Flip over. I want to see that pretty face.”
In a different context with a different partner, you would’ve scoffed at his command. It was corny and overdone, yet you didn’t find yourself laughing at all. You instead rolled over eagerly, sinking your fingers into his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Your mouths clashed together eagerly, drinking each other in as if it were your last sip you’d ever take.
“You’re so big,” you breathed out, eyes shutting again as he slid back into you.
It was another corny line, one you usually reserved to inflate the ego of whatever sap you were looking to con that evening. But this time, you meant it. He slid impossibly deep into you, dipping down to lick and kiss at your collarbones.
In this new position, you were able to slid your hands around his sides, moving them down until you could grip at the soft flesh of his ass. It seemed to encourage him, speeding up his strokes when you did so.
“Shit,” you hissed. “I’m getting close.”
“Yeah?” He piped up, quirking his brow at you.
You nodded vigorously. He responded by slipping his hand between you, shuffling his hand around until he found your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath at the contact.
“Is that helping, pretty girl? You like when I touch you?” He soothed, though his voice was tense and strained.
You could only nod again, feeling the first tingling of an impending orgasm starting in your belly. You sank your nails deeper into his skin- it felt like fire was starting to burn through your whole body and you never wanted it to stop.
“Oh my god,” you cried, mouth dropped open and brows pulled together.
“What is your name?” He grunted, the words escaping through his breaths.
Caught off guard by the question, it took you a moment to find the name you’d given him- which one was it? Lia? Heleya? There were too many to keep track of and all of them were the furthest thing from your brain in that moment.
“Lina,” you shot back finally.
He gave you a disapproving grunt, shaking his head. “Your real name.” He looked down at you earnestly, still delivering deep strokes that had any coherent thoughts jumbled and nearly impossible to detangle.
You heart skipped a beat. Of course he was onto you- he was just as much of a liar himself. The two of you had played that game all night.
“Ah- yours first.” You spoke through a moan.
He grinned down at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh before tugging his head down to yours and kissing him once again. It was an unspoken acknowledgement between the two of you; you had to keep your real identity as close to your chest as you could. This lifestyle, this galaxy, was too unsafe to do otherwise. When you broke away, he remained mere inches from your face.
“Not a chance.”
He was beginning to stutter in his movements, while you were still barreling towards climax. You were moaning almost pornographically, the kind of moans that are embarrassing when you remember them in the morning, though you felt anything but shame right now.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed. He was teetering on the edge; you were both waiting to see who would break first. He was getting you dangerously close with every gentle circle of his fingers against your clit.
“Let it go. Fill me up.” You cooed breathily, panting loudly.
“N-no,” he stuttered. He slowed the movements of his cock down, focusing his efforts on you.
As you sucked in more and more air, your hips bucking up, he nodded to you in encouragement. “That’s it, there you go,” he uttered sultrily when you finally broke.
You clenched around him over and over, and while he made a valiant effort to allow your climax to finish before giving into his own, it became too much for him and he began quickly pounding into you before finishing with the loudest moan you’d heard him let out all night. It was a heavenly sound, and one you’d probably store in your mind forever.
“Christ,” you huffed out, laying flat as he removed himself from you. He collapsed on the bed silently, save for small puffs of air leaving his chest.
The two of you remained side by side that way for a moment, completely bare atop your small bed. When your breathing had finally evened out, you turned your head to take in his resting form.
He had several marks in varying states of healing, some as fully formed scars while others were fresh scrapes. Each one intrigued you, and you found yourself longing to trace them and ask for the story. You knew you couldn’t- feelings like this weren’t allowed. Vulnerability wasn’t allowed. But he looked so soft this way. You tried your best to set the feeling aside, choosing instead to curl yourself into his open arm.
His hand wrapped around your shoulder, rubbing it gently. You briefly pondered how strange this was objectively; two people, probably in lines of business much more similar than you realized, finding release and affection before you would both disappear back into the galaxy. It was almost sad, if you thought about it too hard. Perhaps you would settle down someday- as you laid there you allowed your mind to wander to the idea of normalcy, a family. An honest life, not one where you had to hide and find thrills in crime and rebellion. It shouldn’t have been a comforting idea, yet it was always lurking in the back of your conscious.
He rolled over so he could hold you from behind, keeping his arm wrapped so it was tucked under you. He linked your fingers on the other arm, holding your hands against your tummy. Silence was rolling over the room, pulling you into sleep, until you heard him mumble something into your hair.
“What?” You asked croakily, not bothering to open your eyes.
“My name.” He repeated, still at a hushed level. “It’s Cassian.”
You were silent for a moment, letting the weight of his admission sink into your skin. In another other circumstance, this would be the moment you ran. You didn’t need to get personal like this. But in that moment, you made another choice.
“Cassian,” you echoed back, enjoying the way it rolled off your tongue.
Though you shouldn’t have, you couldn’t help it.
You told him your real name.
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Cracks
Missions were not always easy. Sometimes as a rebel, you had to make hard choices. Choices that made it hard to sleep at night. This mission was no exception. It was a simple shoot first, ask questions later mission. You, Cassian, and K2 were sent to an Imperial base that was supposedly abandoned. Though if it was abandoned there should be no communication coming from it. And there were sporadic messages that couldn’t be translated by the Alliance. Your job was to investigate and kill anyone on site. The mission was classified as a success. You weren’t sure about that.
You sat behind Cassian and K2 as they piloted you to the base. Silence encapsulated the U-Wing. Except for the screams that wouldn’t leave you. You glanced out the window. Hyperspace would always hold a certain beauty for you. The stars created a light show every time you moved along through the galaxy.
“We should be arriving at Yavin in thirty minutes,” said Cassian.
You sighed through your nose fidgeting with your fingerless gloves. Cassian turned towards you, reaching out a hand and wrapping it around your smaller one.
“You alright my heart?”
You glanced down at your entwined hands. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look at him. Taking the hand that wasn’t holding yours Cassian cupped your cheek. Your gazes met he was worried. It made your heart flutter. You leaned your forehead to his inhaling his scent. He always reminded you of the spices you could sample in markets. You didn’t want to tell him what was wrong but the screams just kept getting louder.
“My heart, please talk to me. What’s wrong?”
You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears surged down your cheeks and you couldn’t even see straight. Cassian’s face a messy blur.
“Y/n, my heart what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Sweetheart look at me.”
You shook your head as Cassian still delicately skimmed his hand across your body doubling checking you were indeed not injured.
“My heart you have to talk to me,” Cassian stressed.
Once he realized you had no external injuries Cassian pulled you into his lap. He guided your head to the crook of his shoulder. You ended up straddling him as your arms fastened themselves around his neck terrified to let go. Tremors wrecked through you as your tears turned to gut-wrenching sobs.
Cassian placed his lips on your head and began whispering assurances in your ear.
“Take a big breath in and hold it. C’mon Sweetheart. Big Breath in.”
You tried but every time you sucked a breath in you ended up choking on the air you so desperately needed.
Cassian was beyond worried. Holding you as tight as possible he tried to remember his training for panic attacks. He’d never really handled one before. And it terrified him that you were the first person he had to try to handle.
Obviously, the deep breaths were not working. Cassian started to hum a lullaby he’d hummed to you a few times at home on base. An old Fest lullaby his mother used to hum when he’d have night terrors. He ran a hand through your hair while the other traced patterns on your back. Your tremors were becoming less and less volatile. Your breathing had slowed down and you’d slumped like a ragdoll in his arms.
“Shhh. There you go my heart. Shhh. Just let it all out.”
“Cass,” your voice was so hoarse you didn’t even sound like you.
“Shhh, it’s alright my heart. Shhh, we’re almost back to base. Just relax.”
“Would you like me to alert the medics when we land Cassian?” K2 asked.
“No that won’t be necessary, I’ll just take her back to my room. Thanks, Kay.”
After landing back on Yavin 4 Cassian gathered you up in his arms bridal style. He carried you out of the ship ignoring the calls of Draven and the others as he navigated his way to his room that you two shared. Cassian placed you on the bed sitting you up. He kneeled in front of you placing both hands on your thighs trying to steady you.
“Hey, I’m going to get you changed and then we’ll get you some water alright?”
You nodded. Cassian sighed rubbing your thigh. He got up and turned to the dresser pulling out one of his clean shirts. He turned back to you pulling your shirt over your head. He took his time stroking your bare shoulders as he undid your bra. He kissed your lips and slipped his shirt over your head. He then worked on removing your weapons belt. Soon after he slid your pants off your legs with ease.
“There you go, Sweetheart. I’m going to get you some water and a couple of capsules. I bet you have a headache.”
You grabbed his wrist as he got up to go,
“Don’t go, please Cass–”
“Shhh. I’ll be right back in my heart. I’ll just be in the bathroom. Okay?”
You let go of his wrist as he guided you to lie down. Cassian tucked you under the covers and pressed a kiss to your brow. He stalked off to the fresher and rummaged around for some low-pain reducers and filled a cup with water. He returned to find you half asleep in the bed.
“Hey Baby, I need you to take these and drink some water okay?”
You nodded and sat up a little taking the pills and swallowing them. The cool taste of water soothing your wrecked throat. Cassian turned to get himself ready for bed. Slipping off his shirt and pants which left him in nothing but his briefs. He walked over to the door plunging the cabin into darkness. No light aside from the blue glow of the fresher illuminating through the crack of the door. Cassian meandered his way back to you sliding into the bed and wrapping you in his embrace. He pulled you close so your head resided on his chest.
“We don’t need to talk about it now, but I’m always here my heart.”
“I know. I just–”
“You just what Sweetheart? It’s okay.”
“This mission really fucked with me, Cass.”
“I know it wasn’t easy.”
“I can hear their screams, Cass.”
“It’ll pass Sweetheart. I promise we did what we had to.”
“Cass.”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you more my heart. Now let’s try to get some sleep.”
“What about the mission report? Draven?”
“Sleep Sweetheart. I had to take care of you first.”
You burrowed into the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around him. You may feel like shit, but you had a man who loved you no matter what.
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Prompt - 'No words appear before me in the aftermath, I've got a lot to pine about.’
You could still remember the first time you had met Cassian Andor. Both of you had been years younger than you were now, both having seen much more than others your age had. You still remembered how cold and distant Cassian had been with you and remembered how you had practically forced yourself into his life whether he wanted you there or not.
Some days the walls he had built around himself had seemed too heavy to knock down but now, years later, you were glad you had been so persistent in being around him.
He was your best friend, your soulmate, the one person you knew would always have your back and who knew you would have his, the one person you could completely be yourself around and not have to hold back anything. He had seen your worst days, just as you had seen his and you had both been each other's best days.
You and Cassian were inseparable once you had managed to break through his walls though, the two of you were never far from each other. When one of you was sent on a mission, no matter how close or easy, the other always tagged along until the Rebellion gave in and General’s sent you on missions together with fond eye rolls.
It wasn’t a surprise when you found yourself looking at Cassian when he wasn’t looking at you, whether it be sneaky glances from the gaps in your hair or looking up at him from under your lashes. You knew you loved him, there was no doubting that, but you hadn’t ever realised just how deep that love had gone until one mission where you had nearly lost him.
You had watched the building Cassian had entered blow up before your eyes and tears filled them instantly. Your knees gave out and you were on the floor before you even realised it.
You were completely numb but forced your hand to move, pressing down on the comm and begging for Cassian to answer you, only to sob as no reply came.
You had no idea how long you stayed kneeling on the floor, choked sobs mixed with pleading words for Cassian to answer you, for him to be ok, for him to come back to you. Your mind was racing, trying to conjure up a future without Cassian only to come back with nothing and you didn’t know how you were supposed to carry without him.
You didn’t hear the rustle of twigs and leaves as you hunched over, your head resting on your knees as you sobbed for Cassian.
“Hey,” Cassian forced out, throat dry from inhaling smoke. He stumbled over to you before collapsing down in front of you, forcing a comforting smile onto his face even with the pain that seemed to spread across his entire body. “Hey, look at me.”
Your head had shot up, more sobs, this time of absolute relief, escaping you and you immediately leaned into Cassian’s touch when he brought his hand up to your cheek, gently brushing away the tears though they were quickly replaced by new ones. Your own hand came up to clutch Cassian’s and you let your eyes fall closed as he pulled you to him, meeting you halfway and resting his forehead against yours.
“I thought-” You choked out and Cassian gently shushed you, ignoring the pain as he shifted closer to you, moving his head until his lips pressed against your forehead and just letting them rest there for a moment.
“I know,” He murmured against your forehead, “but I’m here, I’m here, Y/N/N.”
After that moment you had refused to keep your feelings to yourself and had waited only until you were back on base and Cassian had been cleared by the medical droid before you had pulled him aside and told him everything, surprisingly unnervous considering your entire friendship was being put on the line.
But Cassian had only smiled over at you. It wasn’t a big smile, it was a shy pull of his lips but his face had lit up at your words before he had cupped your cheek, softly, almost like he was afraid that any sudden movements would break the moment and you would change your mind. You had only smiled back at him and that seemed to be all the reassurances he needed to bring your lips together.
Kissing Cassian was something you had thought about for a long time, hours spent wondering how this moment would feel and now that his lips were finally against yours…there were no words to describe how perfect a kiss it was, no words to describe how everything around you seemed to fade away.
It was over much too soon for your liking and you chased after Cassian’s lips, relishing the chuckle he let out before kissing you softly again, pulling away only to rest his forehead against yours.
From that moment on you and Cassian become each other’s everything. You were the go to team when the Rebellion needed something handling with guaranteed success, you were the first thing the other saw before going to sleep and waking up the next morning. You were the hope the other needed on days when the darkness seemed to swallow the light and you were the arms the other could cuddle into whenever you needed.
For months after you had gotten together, years before you had even begun dating, you had never been separated on a mission so when Cassian was pulled aside one day to be debriefed on a mission that he would be doing solo you were both on edge.
“Give me a reason she can’t come.” Cassian demanded, his hand resting on the small of your back as you stood before the Generals who were shaking their heads.
“We have already told you she isn’t needed for this part of the mission.” One of them said but you weren’t paying attention, too focused on your worry of being separated from Cassian for the first time in years. “Trust in the plan, Captain.”
And so you did.
You watched him leave the base, waited restlessly as time passed for any message from him. You hated having no contact with him, it was the longest you had gone without talking to one another since the early days of meeting him.
“Please let him be ok.” You whispered softly to whatever force would listen to you as you lost track at time staring at the screen.
Somebody seemed to be listening to your prayers though and you let out a silent breath of relief when Basteren informed you all of the message he had received.
“A coded message from Captain Andor, sir ‘weapon confirmed, Jedha destroyed. Mission target located on Eadu, please advise.’”
Hearing that Cassian was supposed to continue on with the plan, that Jedha had been destroyed sent a wave of fear and anxiety through you and you had to fight down the urge to ask to be sent to Eadu, to meet Cassian there and offer your help.
You knew it would only be shot down.
It wasn’t long later that the command room was silent as Basteren tried to make contact with Cassian and his group, the sound of radio static had your stomach turning, mind already coming up with a multitude of reasons he wasn’t answering and none of them were good.
“The signal’s gone dead.” Basteren told the room and you closed your eyes, refusing to let the tears you felt well up fall.
“Squadron up.” Draven said and you opened your eyes to look at him pleadingly but he wasn’t looking at you. “Target Eadu.”
The room became a flurry of movement and you made your way over to Draven, having to jog to catch up to him as he left the room.
“No.” He said before you could even open your mouth and you frowned before arguing.
“I don’t understand why you are suddenly so against me and Cassian working together. For years we have only had successful missions and suddenly-”
“He cannot be distracted.” Draven told you, stopping suddenly in the hallway and turning to you. “This is not a standard mission, we have to kill Galen Erso, if you were there you would only be a distraction. It’s no secret both of you would jeopardise a mission if the other was in danger. That cannot happen here, whatever Erso is building is dangerous, it’s deadly. You must stay.”
“I can’t do that, Sir.” You told him with a frown, knowing his words weren’t wrong. “Cassian’s out there somewhere. The others can focus on Galen, my mission is to get Cassian and K2 out of there.”
There was a moment of silence and Draven knew you were not asking for his permission, he knew no matter what he said you would be making your way to Eadu in the next few minutes and all he could do was sigh.
“You and Andor are going to be the death of me, Y/L/N, I can feel it.” He told you and you grinned at him before nodding your head and heading down the hallway and into a ship.
You flew the ship easily, you weren’t as natural a pilot as Cassian was but he had taught you enough that you were a decent enough flyer, though you preferred it when Cassian was in the pilot's seat and you next to him.
As the other pilots made their way to the base you flew lower to search for Cassian and K-2SO. It felt like you were just flying around aimlessly when you finally spotted a ship that seemed to be grounded and prayed to whoever was listening that this was them and not just some random abandoned ship.
You landed your ship and opened the doors, stepping out and wiping at the rain that fell onto your face, walking over to the ship with a blaster in your hands. You got close enough to the ship and recognised it as one of your own, breathing a sigh of relief though you didn’t lower your blaster yet as you stepped in and looked around seeing it empty.
A noise from the cockpit had you raising your blaster only for you to laugh a second later and lower the weapon.
“Y/N!” K2 said and you grinned at him. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too, K.” You told him just as the ship lit up letting you know it was functional again. “Where’s Cassian? Where are the others?”
“Cassian and the pilot went to look for Galen Erso, the others followed them.” K2 informed you and you cursed, already hearing the sounds of the battle in the distance.
“Get the ship in the air now!” You commanded and K2 didn’t question you as he took control of the ship and had you in the air in moments. “There! They’re there, K2, go down!”
“Shoot Y/N!” K2 ordered and you immediately did as he said, shooting at the Imperial ships before opening the door and calling for everyone to get in, smiling despite the situation as Cassian paused to stare at you in shock before he shook himself and ran onto the ship.
Cassian waited until the door closed to turn to you, seemingly frozen for a second before he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head. You didn’t hesitate to hug him back, the two of you clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it.
“It’s good to see you.” He murmured and you smiled, nodding against him as you tightened your grip on him. “I have missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You whispered, “I hate that they won’t let me be a part of this mission.”
“You lied to me.” A voice said, pulling you and Cassian out of the bubble the two of you seemed to enter whenever you were together, blocking everyone else out.
You heard Cassian sigh against you before he pulled away from you, squeezing your arm gently before letting go and turning to Jyn.
“You went up there to kill my father.” She accused and you couldn’t help but wince, she wasn’t wrong, that had been Cassian’s mission but you still couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “Deny it.”
You frowned as she continued, continued to put the blame solely on Cassian when he was simply following orders, putting the Rebellion’s needs above everything. You reached down slowly and took Cassian’s hand in your own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze causing Cassian to let out a soft sigh.
“I had every chance to pull the trigger but did I?” He asked her and you couldn’t help but frown. It wasn’t often that Cassian went against orders. “I had orders, orders that I disobeyed. But you wouldn’t understand that.” Cassian snapped and the woman continued to place the blame on Cassian’s shoulders.
“You might as well be a stormtrooper.” She accused and you took a step forward, only stopped by Cassian tightly squeezing your hand before he pulled away and stepped close to Jyn.
“What do you know?” He asked, “We don’t all have the luxury of deciding when and where we want to care about something. Suddenly the Rebellion is real for you. Some of us live it. I’ve been in this fight since I was six years old, Y/N since she was eight! Our childhoods stolen from us! You’re not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it.”
“You can’t talk your way around this.” Jyn said and you couldn’t help but glare at her, you understood her side of things but she couldn’t keep placing the blame on Cassian.
Cassian was right, the two of you had been in this fight longer than you’d been out of it, neither of you hardly remembered a time before it. No matter how much you hated it, it was your lives and you would do what you had to to see the end of the Empire.
“I don’t have to.” Cassian told her before walking away from her and Jyn’s eyes fell on you, jutting her chin out when she saw your glare.
“I’m sorry about your father but watch how you speak to him, we’ve all had to do things we don’t want to. It’s the only way we win.” You told her before shouldering past her and following Cassian up the stairs.
“You ok?” You asked as you sat next to him and Cassian nodded even as he didn’t look over at you. “It’ll be over soon, pretty soon all this fighting and following orders will be done and we can start something new.”
Cassian’s lips twitched upwards at that, at the thought of all the plans and dreams of a future the two of you talked about, at the thought of them becoming a reality soon and his hands reached over to cup one of yours so you counted it as a win.
“I’m glad to have you back at my side, mi querida.” Cassian told you, bringing your hands to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the back of it.
“Me too, Cassian, being away from you-”
“I will never let them separate us again, after this mission is done you’re not leaving my side.” He chuckled and you joined him, not at all mad at that plan.
“I wouldn’t complain about that.” You told him, the two of you smiling at one another before he tugged you close, your head on his shoulder and his arms holding you tightly, both of your thoughts on a future after the war was won.
From there followed a long meeting with the Council members, a long meeting of listening to Jyn plead her case and you had to admit it was a good speech, inspiring for somebody who hadn’t seemed to care for the Rebellion only a week ago.
“Rebellions are built on hope.” She told the people in the room and you couldn’t help but smile at the words you had heard spoken before by the man you loved, clearly he had made an impact on her too.
“Without the full support of the Council…the odds are too great.” You felt your eyes fall shut at her word before you turned to leave the room after Jyn.
You walked out of the room with her, ignoring the conversation around you as you leaned against the wall, thoughts on surrender after all you had given, after all Cassian and the countless others had given to the cause.
As they spoke you looked up in time to see Cassian stepping forward, a small crew behind him and couldn’t help but beam at him, Cassian catching your expression and smiling back at you.
You should have known surrender wasn’t an option.
“We’d like to volunteer,” Cassian told Jyn and you felt an overwhelming surge of love for the man before you. “We've all done terrible things on behalf of the Rebellion,” He said, eyes glancing over to you and you looked down, thoughts haunted by all you had done since joining.
“Everything I did, I did for the Rebellion and every time I walked away from something I wanted to forget, I told myself it was for a cause that I believed in, a chance to give the people I love something better.” When you looked up Cassian’s eyes were still on you and you gave him a soft smile, watching as he relaxed slightly. “Without that we’re lost. Everything we’ve done would have been for nothing.”
You and Cassian stayed locked on each other as he spoke, out of the corner of your eyes you saw Jyn turn around, following Cassian’s eyes and seeing they were focused on you, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“I couldn’t face myself if I gave up now. None of us could.” The two of you stood like idiots just smiling at each other as everyone else moved into action before Cassian made his way over to you.
His hands came up to cup your cheeks, bringing you close to him as he rested his forehead against yours, staying silent as his eyes slipped closed.
“You can’t come.” He whispered and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion but you didn’t pull away from him, instead you stayed silent and waited for him to continue. “I need somebody here I trust and there is no one I trust more than you, my love.”
You stayed silent still, a part of you was screaming that you shouldn’t let him leave the base without you, something about him going felt wrong but you chalked it up to your dislike of being away from Cassian, the time away from him already not doing you good but after this mission you wouldn’t have to be away from him again.
Still it was hard to ignore how wrong it felt to let him leave.
“Stay safe.” You finally murmured and he grinned at you, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I’ll be home before you know it, darling, I promise.” He told you and you couldn’t help but smile back at him before he ducked his head down, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss was full of passion, making up for all the lost kisses in the time you’d been apart from each other and full of promises of many more to come. By the time he pulled away you were left with swollen lips and panting for breath.
“I’ll see you soon,” he promised and you nodded breathlessly, causing him to chuckle, pressing another softer kiss to your plumped lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Cassian.” You told him with a soft smile and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you once more before running off into the ship waiting for him.
Your smile widened as he grinned, mouthing another ‘I love you’ at you and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you lifted your hand to wave him off.
Once he was gone your smile faded and you let the worry settle in, knowing you could be in for a long wait in which you could do nothing but let your mind focus on the what if’s.
“Sitting this one out, Y/L/N?” A voice asked and you turned to see Admiral Raddus marching to his ship.
Cassian had told you he needed you here but you could do everything you could here just as easily as you could on his ship and grinned at the General before following after him, the General gesturing for you to get on board before giving the command to head to Scarif.
“They closed the shield gate.” You whispered and the General turned to you, a grim look on his face. “They’re locked in. We have to get it open!”
“You heard her, get it open!” Admiral Raddus commanded and there was a chorus of yes sirs.
You hated how useless you felt, all Rebel frequencies were blocked, there was no way to contact or get to Cassian. You wished more than ever you had listened to that screaming feeling earlier telling you to go with Cassian to Scarif.
You could only watch from the safety of the ship as the squadrons focused their attacks on the shield gate. Even as your deflector ships decreased you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when you had no idea what was happening to Cassian.
“-this is Rogue One, come in. Over.” Your knees very well nearly gave out when you heard a voice come through the comms, tears already filling your eyes as the Admiral responded. “We have the plans. They found the Death Star plan. They have to transmit them from the communications tower, you have to take down the shield gate. It’s the only way they’re gonna get them through.”
You desperately wanted to ask about Cassian but knew you couldn’t, you just had to trust that he was ok as you helped the Admiral command the troops and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as you watched the Star Destroyer go down, disabling the shield gate and knowing Cassian could get out once the plans were with you.
It would be easy sailing from this moment on and then you could be with Cassian again, the time for the two of you to lay down together in each other’s arms, no words needing to be spoken between the two of you as you just held each other couldn’t come soon enough.
“Admiral, we’re receiving transmission from Scarif.” Somebody said and you could help the laugh of relief that escaped you, glad that Cassian would be back with you any minute. ‘Admiral, we have the plans!”
“Sir,” somebody said and you turned to glance behind you, “We’re detecting a massive object emerging from hyperspace.”
“What is tha-” You began to ask but cut yourself off as your eyes widened and it felt like all the air had left your lungs.
“What is it?” The Admiral asked instead and you had to swallow past the lump in your throat before you could speak.
“It’s the Death Star.” You whispered, near silently but the words seemed to echo around the room as if you’d shouted them.
You couldn’t do anything.
You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. All you could do was stare out of the window, stomach churning and your blood cold as you watched the planet below you implode on itself. Tears made their way from your eyes and down your cheeks but you didn’t notice until the salty tears streamed past your lips.
“Rogue one,” the Admiral said as you cried, hand on the window as you watched in horror, “may the Force be with you.”
Alarms began to sound throughout the ship, people yelled commands and cried out in fear but you ignored it all, barely registering the sounds, as you continued to stare out of the window.
You were completely numb, completely empty like everything had been ripped from you.
The explosion was still happening, completely destroying everything in proximity, taking the lives of everyone on the base.
Taking Cassian.
A part of you was waiting on a miracle. A large miracle from the galaxy, one gift for all that you and Cassian had given, had sacrificed, to protect it. Your eyes stayed focused on the scene hoping to see a ship, pleading silently with any force that would listen to you to just give you this.
But nothing came.
Nobody answered your prayers.
You would have stayed there forever if you could, frozen in that exact moment in time for the rest of your life if not for the person pulling you back to reality as they bumped into you as they ran by, turning to face you as he shouted to you.
“Vader’s boarding the ship!” He warned before continuing towards the escape pods.
Anger flared in you, pure anger you hadn’t felt in a long time. This was all Vader’s doing, he should have to pay for taking Cassian from you.
The time you had spent with Cassian wasn’t long, it would never be long enough no matter how much time you had spent with him. Vader had taken him from you, taken all the time that was meant to be yours and Cassian’s.
Vader had doomed you to the worst of fates, to the coldest of lives. You would always be pining for Cassian, never able to move on from the man who you loved more dearly than anything else in the whole galaxy.
A life without Cassian Andor seemed…it didn’t seem real. It was impossible to think that you would wake up and the first thing you saw wouldn’t be Cassian but instead an empty bed where he should’ve been. It seemed impossible that Cassian wouldn’t be there to fight at your side, to hold you close and kiss you like you were the only person in the galaxy.
The thought of living without Cassian Andor made you sick to your stomach and sobs finally escaped you as you fell to your knees. The sobs were those a person never wanted to hear, the kind that spoke of true loss and absolute heartbreak.
You couldn’t do anything but sob, hunched over as the cries kept coming, even as the ship shook and the fighting carried on around you.
“Hey!” You looked up when you heard a fist thumping against the window of one of the rooms behind you and saw the door was jammed. “Please, he's coming.”
Somehow you forced your body up and though the tears kept falling you made your way over to the door, you and the man both trying to push it open without success.
The man’s head whipped around and you sniffed as you followed his gaze, seeing Vader stood at the end of the corridor.
“You have to get this to Leia Organa.” He told you, voice shaking as he held the information Cassian had died to get.
Another sob escaped you at the thought.
“Please!” He begged when you didn’t move to take it and you finally nodded, taking it as Vader marched towards the man. “Go!”
You did as he said, hearing the choked cries from behind you as you ran, crashing into droids and people because your vision was so blurred from the tears still making their way down your face.
This was Cassian’s last sacrifice, he had given his life to get this information to the Rebellion and you were going to make sure his last act was carried out.
So you ran, you ran until your sides ached and then some more. From behind you you could hear heavy footsteps and the filtered breathing letting you know no matter how fast you ran you couldn’t outrun Vader.
But you had to.
For Cassian.
You got to the hallway, could see Senator Organa’s daughter waiting for you behind the closed door, her face lighting up when she saw you. You took a deep breath, ignoring the tears and made your way over to her only to be stopped by an invisible force.
You watched as Leia’s eyes widened and knew without needing to turn around that Vader was close behind you.
You should have felt scared, should have felt terrified but you didn’t. The only things running through you right now were determination and anger. You knew one way or another you would get the information to Leia, there was no doubt about this, maybe if it hadn’t been Cassian’s last act but it was and you needed to see it finished.
The anger was intense.
You could feel it lighting you up from inside, such a drastic shift from the numbness you had felt only moments before and you used that determination and anger to force your feet forward, to fight against whatever was trying to hold you in place.
It took all your concentration to put one foot in front of the other, a task that was made harder as Vader’s invisible grip on you only seemed to tighten but you made it to the door by some miracle.
You pressed the button to open it and swallowed against the lump in your throat as it jammed, only opening the smallest amount.
From behind you the heavy footsteps got closer and closer and when you glanced back you saw Vader was only a few steps behind, seconds away from you.
“Princess Leia,” you whispered and she looked back towards you, a sorry look on her face. “Go.”
As discreetly as you could you moved your hand holding the data towards the small crack in the door and pushed it through. Leia’s eyes widened but a second later you felt her fingers brush against yours and the data was with her.
‘Thank you.’ She mouthed and you nodded before closing your eyes, feeling Vader behind you before he turned you around and pinned you to the wall with the Force, your feet dangling from the ground.
“You lost, Vader. The Rebellion will always win.” You told him, glaring at him even as the tears still slid down your cheeks.
“Give me the information.” He demanded and you let out a laugh that sounded hysterical as it mixed with a sob.
“You lost.” You repeated through gritted teeth as Leia’s ship disengaged from yours and Vader’s head snapped around to stare as his information was taken.
“You will not live to see what becomes of your precious Rebellion.” Vader told you and you could hear his rage even through the modulator, his words and anger only making you smile even with the tears still running down your face.
“You already ended my life when you blew that base up. You killed the man who means everything to me. Killing me now would only be a merciful act. I don’t need to live to see what will become of the Rebellion, I already know they will win. I only want to be with him now.”
“Pathetic.” Vader told you and your smile widened into a grin even as an invisible force tightened its grip around your throat.
You knew what would come next, knew that there was no chance of you leaving the ship and you didn’t care. You knew you were about to die and you didn’t care, there was no fear, no desperation, no part of you wanted to scream and plead with Vader to let you go, to show mercy and spare your life.
No, you were ready for what Vader was about to do to you. You were ready to die because no part of you could envision a life without Cassian by your side.
A galaxy without Cassian Andor seemed impossible.
You had completed his mission, the two of you working as a team one last time to bring the information that would lead to the downfall of the Empire. You only hoped that when the end came Cassian would be waiting for you on the other side, the two of you ready to start whatever adventure waited for you after death together, hand in hand.
Vader tightened his invisible grip around your neck and you could feel your pulse stuttering, straining against the grip and your vision began to blur and darken. Even as you felt yourself slipping from consciousness you didn’t panic.
Instead you let your lips pull into a smile, it was a barely there smile but it was visible enough to make Vader snarl and tighten his grip even more causing a choked sob to escape you but the smile never faded even as you did.
You were at peace.
You would see Cassian again soon enough.
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REBEL SUNS
cassian andor has a bad habit of losing the things he loves.
the tragedy before the tragedy. before scarif, before jyn erso and the death star, fate had something else planned for cassian. something fleeting and fiery, something he could tell himself over and over that he couldn’t have, that he didn’t need. but something he was given, something he lost…you.
full disclosure: this story is sad as hell. there is no happy ending (we’ve all seen rogue one, we know what happens to captain andor in the end). but I wanted to give him something in the interim, something to fuel his rebellious desire a little further, something to show why he built up his walls, what made him the way that he was by the end. but mostly, I wanted to give him hope.
warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI (each chapter will have their own, but please start here before you dive into the story) DEATH, canon-typical violence and injuries, SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE ANDOR SERIES and ROGUE ONE (I highly suggest watching both before reading this if you haven’t already - there are lots of easter eggs and references!), mentions/depictions of blood, kidnapping, brief mentions of torture (no depictions), betrayal, mutual pining, smut, unprotected p-in-v, oral (f and m receiving), swearing, jealous!cassian, typical imperial behaviour (read: a bunch of assholes). reader dies in the end, the final chapter is rogue one from cassian’s perspective after the events of this fic. my askbox is always open if you want a heads up on anything else.
chapters + release dates under the cut!
summaries will be posted after chapters are released. chapters with smut are marked with *, chapters eight and nine contain explicit reader/character deaths.
chapter one: (take me back to) the night we met
cassian finds something familiar in the mud, and gets much more than he bargained for.
chapter two: how rare and beautiful it is (to even exist)
you and cassian pull a job for luthen, and something is starting to form between you and the rebel.
chapter three: just my soul responding (to the heavy heart I’m holding)*
things don’t go as planned on hosnian prime.
chapter four: takes one to know one (you’re a cowboy like me)*
cassian lets his emotions get the better of him.
chapter five: (we are all) living in a dream* - TBA
chapter six: there is a light (that never goes out)* - TBA
chapter seven: a sky full of stars (you light up the dark)* - TBA
chapter eight: (goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) you were bigger than the whole sky - TBA
chapter nine: I know the end (the end is near) - TBA
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Badlands
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1200 words
Outline: Your boyfriend and fellow rebel convince you to spend a couple days in the desert to help him with his mission.
Warnings: swearing, drug & alcohol use, oral (f+m receiving) m x m (both men are presented as bi), dirty talk, penetration, rimming, fingersucking, breast worship, a little bit of everything just cause. If I missed anything major let me know.
Author’s Note: who cares about timelines when some people are hot. happy fourth and whatnot!
PS: dividers & banners by @saradika
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You can't remember how it all started all you knew was that your head was on Cassian's thigh and his head on Poe's thigh, mouth open sucking on Cassian's cock while Poe was licking your pussy.
It was slow and sensual, a change of pace from fifteen minutes ago when they were both switching positions and taking their turns penetrating you.
In the middle of the desert after a long journey when Cassian told you that an old friend would be joining you in the bewilderment, you could have never predicted this. Not even when you saw them kiss clearly putting on a show for you.
Poe had brought along with him very strong beverages and some herbs that were supposed to be stimulants,' they were supposed to help with your mission. ' The mission that had no details or end goal.
That mission.
Well now as you are kitty licking Cassian's cock while moaning from the pleasure on your pussy coming from Poe's devilish tongue, you knew all that was bullshit.
Once Cassian had found out you were chill with pretty much every single little thing in the bedroom, and after your first successful threesome with a lady he picked up from a casino, he was dying at a chance to bring along his old friend.
Poe was shamelessly flirting with you, licking his tongue all over his lips looking at you, calling you pretty and gorgeous, and petting your hair while looking deep into your eyes. He missed no opportunity to adjust himself in front of you, squeezing his cock when he caught you looking.
Oh, you were drooling.
You knew from the moment Cassian told you to stay inside the tents this morning that he was planning something.
And when Cassian poured half of a bottle of wine down your breasts just to watch your nipples get hard and Poe to chant a prayer, you knew you'd wish to stay in that dessert forever.
Now, Cassian is skillfully sucking on Poe's cock and you try to look saving information in your head for later to suck him exactly as he does to see if he'll notice.
You all looked beautiful like that, in a circle, naked and spent, the soft night light illuminating the tent. It was finally cold enough for you to be able to stay naked without sweating too much, the heat at the dessert was relentless and Poe's teasing all afternoon had driven you insane.
When earlier Poe slipped a thumb inside your mouth and Cassian only chuckled you knew it was about to start. Poe almost ripped apart your clothes trying to get fast access to your breasts. The dripping wine had him feral already and he couldn't wait for any more questions m
For the next half an hour, you were sitting on the couch with two men sucking and pulling on your nipples like their lives depended on your nectar.
The stimulation was insane and your hands gripped at their hair as this image would haunt your days forevermore.
Once satisfied, they both licked and sucked on your clit, their tongues dancing together looking at you, four pair of brown eyes, as if you were their treasure.
And you cummed. Two times one for each guy as they both stayed loyal and focused on their goals. His hands caressing your thighs and your breasts. Some fingers slip inside your mouth from time to time.
And then it was time for their fingers.
Cassian went first looking up at you with a smirk. "She's pretty when you stretch her out. She gets all impatient and whines that she can take it all dry." You rolled your eyes and almost blushed not wanting Poe to think anything differently of you.
"You just take forever. "
"Oh, don't push me, mi amor."
Poe looks at your inviting cunt begging for some extra touch. "I can't blame him though, I've never seen such a prettier girl. Makes me wanna ruin you again and again until you can do nothing but plead."
"Won't take her long. She always thinks she can take some much but. " Cassian continues, his mocking of you building a different kind of fire in your chest. "She always proves me wrong in the end."
You whimper and try to hide your eagerness but when Poe slips his finger inside you, your body naturally grinds on him and that bastard boyfriend of yours laughs out loud.
"She's desperate and yet she's the one always calling me a slut. If I didn't fuck her every hour of every day I think she'd be grinding my jacket whining."
You open your mouth to complain but just like that Cassian pushes his finger inside your cunt, next to Poe's, and the difference in textures has you moaning.
"Oh, she's about to start begging so bad. She won't stop until you shove your cock so deep inside her she's lolling her head."
A minute later and Poe was bottoming out with Cassian shoving his cock inside your mouth almost straddling you not letting Poe win first. Your mouth takes him in with love, your back hitting the low pillows now.
But the way he moaned when Poe started teasing Cassian's anus had you trying to clench on Poe's cock.
Keeping your focus on your boyfriend's cock was hard as Poe was setting a fast and brutal pace.
"Ruin her. If she doesn't choke you're not going fast enough. "
"Her pussy is so wet and tight." His hands are on your hips squeezing the skin between his thick fingers.
"Can barely stay in. Keeps slipping out." Poe complains as he is pushing inside again and then Cassian grabs your head and starts fucking your face allowing Poe to play catch up.
"Breathe through your nostrils. I promise you won't die before taking both of our cocks in your tight little hole."
His cum shooting inside your throat was the only way for him to stop. Rapidly he switched around and started kissing you passionately, tasting his cum in your mouth.
"I'm gonna fill her up, Cass. "
"Oh, I wanna see her leak."
You groaned at his word and Poe completely lost control of his hips as he started using your body as his pleasure.
"I need..." you whine shouted arching your back. "To cum." You rolled your eyes as Poe's thumb came in contact with your cunt. He rubbed it for less than a second and there you were screaming his name.
"Fuck baby, you're so pretty when you orgasm. So dumb fucked. "
And he shoots his load inside you, slowing down his movements shouting your name with a groan before he collapses on your chest.
"Fuck baby, fuck."
And he slipped out of you as he landed by your side wrapping his arms around your chest. Cassian made an enthusiastic sound as he watches Poe's cum dripping out of you and into your thigh.
"You're getting us both tomorrow, mi amor. Gonna have to spend all night stretching you out."
"I'm calling dips on that ass. "
"Not if I get there first."
"If you want some as well all you can do is ask pretty boy."
And that's how the rest of the mission went with those pretty boys taking turns on your holes until you were practically too weak.
Not a bad way to relax though.
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Kinktober Day 16- Shower Sex
Cassian Andor x gn!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count- 1.1k
Warnings- smut(18+ only), handjob, pining, feelings
Notes- Cassian mi amor!!! I definitely need to write more for him cause I love him so much!! And there’s no set timeone on where this is set so no spoilers for the Andor series. List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!
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You heard the showers running when you stepped into the communal fresher, and since it was late into the night you knew there was only one person that could be in there. It had become somewhat of a routine for you and Cassian to have these late night rendezvous in the showers. Although all true feelings remained unspoken, there was still the trust between the two of you to go to each other for a release when you needed it.
After quickly and quietly turning around to lock the fresher door, you stripped yourself of your clothes and tip-toed your way over to where Cassian stood under the running water. You paused for a moment to marvel at his toned back, and the way his dampened skin glistened in the pale light. He was a sight to behold, but you knew the feelings would only complicate things, so you never spoke aloud how much you actually cared for him.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawk,” Cassis’s playful tone caught you off guard as he turned over his shoulder to meet your gaze, “Or are you planning on joining?”
All your breath escaped your lungs when you saw the way he looked at you. But you quickly regained your composure and gave him a low tone right back, “Joining, of course.”
Cassian let out a short laugh before he turned his back to you once more. Even from a distance, you saw the tension in his shoulders, and you knew without words that he needed you tonight. You cleared your throat and stepped into the shower with him, closing the distance between your naked bodies.
It was something the two of you had done many times before, yet tonight you felt nervous for some reason. But you swallowed your nerves and reached out for his toned figure. Cassian hissed at the first contact, but quickly relaxed as you ran your hands along his back and around to his front.
When he tried to turn around to face you, you tightened your grip on him, “No,” you whispered, “Let me tonight.”
He breathed your name, almost as if in protest at first, but as you ran your hands across his chest and gave his pecs a firm squeeze, his resolve broke. Cassian hummed and turned around so that his back was to you once more and let out a hushed groan as you massaged his pecs more.
You leaned yourself against his back as you ran your hands down his stomach. A flash of a frown came across your face when you felt new scars on his skin and it made your heart sink. Perhaps the thought that you could possibly lose him is what made your nerves spike, but you quickly pushed that out of your head. He was here now, and you just wanted to savor the time you had.
Cassian let out a low groan when you reached his cock, already half hard from the way you caressed his body. The water hit both of you as you wrapped your hands around his length and lazily stroked him. You kissed along the tense muscles in his back as you felt him harden more in your hand.
He whispered your name as he reached out and braced his arms on the wall. Water from the shower soaked his hair, but Cassian didn’t care. Even the cold from the water didn’t bother him when you worked his cock like that. You always took such care of him, and Cassian couldn’t help the growing fondness for you in his heart. Yet, he knew how dangerous it was when emotions got involved, so, much like you did, he kept his true feelings to himself.
You hummed as you nibbled on Cassian’s skin and pumped him faster. The moans he let out for you compared to nothing, and you would fight the entire Empire in order to hear him just one more time. You squeezed his cock tighter as you wrapped your free arm around his body and jerked him off harder.
Cassian groaned your name as he rocked his hips in time with your hand. His hands balled into fists as he swam in the pleasure that you gave him. His skin tingled from the warmth of your body in contrast with the cold water that hit his front. A string of curses flowed from Cassian’s lips as you bit down harder on his shoulder and pumped him even faster.
“Cassian,” you breathed his name as you held him tighter.
The groans he let out sent waves of arousal through you, but you did your best to ignore them. You wanted to focus on him tonight, you wanted to make him feel good. You let out a soft whimper as your feelings bubbled up to the surface despite your attempts to bury them, and you pumped his cock harder and faster in response.
Cassian hissed your name and let out a sinful cry as his climax quickly approached. He threw his head back, the water splashing everywhere as he did so. As you squeezed him and jerked him more, his orgasm hit him without warning. With a cry of your name, Cassian spilled himself onto the shower wall in front of him, and his body shook as his climax crashed through him.
You moaned as you bucked your hips against his body as you pumped him through his high, and you only wished you saw his face when he lost control of himself. Cassian was always so composed, except when it came to you, and you loved to watch him let go when the two of you were alone.
Heavy breaths filled the room as you slowed your rhythm down and carefully let go of Cassian’s cock. You rested your head against his back as he caught his breath, but you kept your arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
Cassian moved his hand to cover yours on his hip and he gave your wrist a small squeeze. As much as you were content to stay like that with him in your arms, Cassian seemed to have another idea. He tugged at your arm to force you to let go so that he could turn around and face you. Water dripped down his face as the shower now hit his back, but that was the last thing on his mind.
He leaned forward and without a word, Cassian took your lips with his in a heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss as you clung to his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around your wait and spun you around so that your back was to the wall.
His tone was low and a fire burned in his eyes when he groaned, “Now it’s your turn…”
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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.
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captain
pairing: Cassian Andor x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, male receiving oral, throat fucking, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, edging, dacryphilia, rank kink, degradation, breeding, pussy spanking
summary: Cassian is jealous when Han Solo talks to you at a party celebrating the destruction of the Death Star.
word count: 2.2k
Cassian was seething as the two of you walked home. He wouldn’t even hold your hand. You were leaving a party celebrating the success of the Death Star’s destruction. You could tell Cassian was upset, but you weren’t really sure why. You were letting him take his time. He had a tough time talking about his feelings and you always allowed him time to process.
You walked through your front door and took off your shoes. Cassian went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of the dark alcohol he kept in the cupboard and took a sip. He put his hands on his hips.
“Cass?” You called. He didn’t move. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked softly. Cassian scoffed. He turned around to face you.
“‘What’s wrong?’” He repeated sarcastically. “Why did you wear that dress tonight?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“I thought you liked this one,” you said.
“Yes, but you know why I like it,” Cassian said. “And you know it makes others think the same things it makes me think.”
“Are you really mad at me just because other people were looking at me?” You asked.
“No, I’m mad because you were letting them.”
“Letting them? What does that even mean?” You questioned. You were getting annoyed.
“Oh, please!” He scoffed as he threw his hands in the air. “You were talking to Han Solo all night,” he said.
“He came over to talk to you!” You shouted. “He was trying to thank you!”
“Really?! Then why was he staring at you when he talked to me?!” Cassian shouted back. You were quiet. You really hadn’t thought that Han Solo was flirting with you.
“I don’t know,” you said. “I didn’t notice. I was looking at you,” you finished. Cassian’s heart jumped, even though it had been racing from his anger. You could make him feel so happy with only a few words, but he was still jealous. He didn’t want to let you get away with wearing his favorite dress somewhere that you’d be seen by so many people.
“He was looking at you. And do you know why, princess?” Cassian asked harshly. He stalked across the room and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Because you were wearing this dress.”
“I just thought you liked it,” you said shyly. You really hadn’t intended to draw anyone’s attention but Cassian’s when you put the dress on.
“Well, why were you flirting with Solo?” He questioned.
“I was not! I would never do that to you, Cass!” You shouted defensively.
“Captain,” Cassian snapped.
“What?” You questioned.
“You call me ‘Captain’ tonight,” he told you. Oh, I get it. “Solo might have gotten that medal, but he’s just some asshole,” Cassian sneered. “I am your Captain. You will follow my orders.” You nodded at Cassian. Cassian raised an eyebrow at you when you said nothing.
“Yes, Captain,” you said once you realized what he was waiting for.
“I’m going to fill you up tonight. I know you’ve been wanting me to get you pregnant, sweet girl.” Your eyes widened. You and Cassian had been discussing starting a family. He didn’t sound like he was joking.
“Take this dress off,” Cassian ordered. “Everyone’s seen you in this now. I have to make sure I’ve seen the most of you.” You pulled the dress over your head to reveal the matching pink lace bustier and panties you had bought. It was meant to be a surprise for Cassian that night. Cassian’s eyes soaked in the sight of you.
“I got it for you, Captain,” you said, interrupting the silence. “And you’re the only one who will ever see it.” Cassian smiled.
“It’s pretty, my love,” he said. “Thank you.” You smiled back, glad you had done at least one thing to please him. “I was going to make you take everything off, but I think I’ll leave you like this for a while.”
“Whatever you want, Captain,” you said.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered. You looked down at the tile floor.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” You asked.
“No. Your knees are going to be bruised after this and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” You were surprised but Cassian’s dominance was turning you on more than you cared to admit.
“Yes, Captain,” you said obediently as you dropped to your knees. You started to reach for Cassian’s belt but he was quick to stop you.
“No touching,” Cassian warned. You withdrew your hands disappointedly. He reached down and undid his own belt, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.
Cassian took the base of his cock in his hand. He slapped your cheeks with the tip of his dick, the precum leaking from it sticking to your face. You moaned at the degrading treatment. Cassian was usually all praises and sweetness even through his dominance. You loved when he got mean with you.
“Pat my leg twice if it’s too much,” Cassian instructed.
“Yes, Captain.” You felt like an addict, completely and totally at the mercy of your one desire.
“Now open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out expectantly. He put the tip of his cock on your tongue.
“Don’t suck,” Cassian ordered. “Bad girls don’t get to suck their Captain’s cock,” he started. “They get their throats fucked.” That was the only warning he gave you before he reached down with his other hand, digging it into your scalp and pulling you roughly down on his hard cock. Your nose brushed Cassian’s neatly groomed pubic hair as you gagged on his cock. He held you there for a moment, your throat constricting around his cock. He let you go after you started to choke.
“Thank you, Captain,” you gushed as you pulled away. Cassian chuckled.
“I’m not done,” he said. “Just letting you catch your breath.” You nodded
“I’m ready for more, Captain,” you told him. You opened your mouth expectantly. Cassian smirked.
“Greedy little slut,” he taunted. He gave you what you wanted. He pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him as he began thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard enough to make you gag, but the tip of his cock continued to brush the back of your throat. When he pulled you off himself you gasped for air, drool spilling over your chin and tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.
“Get up. Bedroom. Now.” You stood at once and nearly sprinted towards the bedroom. Cassian left a trail of clothes behind him as he followed you, totally nude by the time you’d arrived in your bedroom. You turned around to face Cassian as you arrived in the room, waiting for his instruction.
“Let me help you with this,” Cassian said as he began to remove your bustier. He tossed it to the side. “Lay down on your back.”
“Yes, Captain,” you replied. You laid down, leaning on your elbows so you could continue to observe Cassian. He climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling in front of you. He ran his fingertips along the outside of your legs gingerly till he reached the waistband of your underwear.
“Do you know how many times Solo called you pretty tonight?” Cassian asked you.
“I think he said I looked nice when he introduced himself,” you said nervously.
“Five. He called you pretty five times,” Cassian snarled. “So, guess what?
“What?” You asked nervously.
“I’m going to ruin your orgasm five times before I let you come,” he told you.
“No, Cassian. Please—”
“Captain!” Cassian snapped. He spanked your pussy over your panties.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimpered. Cassian pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them off the bed. He pushed your legs open wide, large hands spreading over the tender skin of your inner thighs. Your pussy was glistening with wetness. You were desperate for attention.
“Oh, sweet girl,” Cassian cooed. “You’re soaked.” He dragged a single finger up your slit, stopping when he reached your clit to rub a few faint circles over it. The slight movement made you shudder.
“Captain,” you whined. “I need you to touch me.” Cassian chuckled.
“Need me?” He asked. You nodded eagerly.
“Yes, Captain. I need you.” Cassian smirked.
“Remember, princess. Five times,” he reminded you.
“Yes, Captain.” Cassian leaned down and licked a line from your asshole up to your clit. You immediately whined in pleasure. His tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking it between his lips. “Ohhh, Captain,” you groaned.
“How does it feel?” Cassian asked. He slurped at your dripping hole, drinking up all the wetness he could.
“It feels amazing, Captain! Feels so good,” you cried. Cassian kept up his precise movements against you, making you squirm against the mattress. He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand tightly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was tensing up as you prepared for your orgasm but suddenly Cassian took his mouth off you and slapped your bare pussy.
“No! No! Please!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation. Cassian laughed darkly as he watched you writhe helplessly against the mattress. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth three more times before he let you have his cock, punctuating each ruined orgasm with another spank to your cunt. Once the fifth edge was over you couldn’t stop begging.
“Please, make me come!” You begged up at Cassian.
“I don’t know if you deserve it, princess.”
“I do, Captain! I do! I’ve been so good! I’m sorry I wore your favorite dress in front of other people!” You cried. Tears were falling freely down your cheeks as Cassian continued to make slow and lazy thrusts in and out of you. It felt just good enough to keep you going but not good enough to get you there.
“You’re sorry?” Cassian asked.
“Yes, Captain,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” He said nothing. “Please,” you sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been good.”
“You have been, sweet girl. You took your punishment well.” Cassian wiped the tear from your cheek and leaned down to give you a slow kiss. “I’ll make you come now,” he whispered against your lips.
Cassian caged you to the bed, his forearms holding him up by your head. Your hands were digging into his back, leaving red scratch marks behind. He began thrusting into you more quickly, rolling his hips as he did so he would start to hit your g-spot.
“Oh, fuck! Captain!” You cried.
“Say my name,” Cassian begged, no longer wanting the facade between you.
“Cassian, please,” you whined. “I need you.” Cassian groaned as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He kissed the soft skin there.
“I love you, y/n,” he moaned. Your heart throbbed. This is what it was about. He wanted to be sure you loved him as much as he loved you. He wanted to make sure that you were his and only his. Forever.
“I love you too, Cassian,” you moaned back. Cassian grunted as he leaned away. He took your leg and hooked it over his hip. Then he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. With his free hand he reached between you and rubbed figure eights against your clit, tearing your last bit of composure away at once.
You plummeted into your orgasm. You screamed out in pleasure. You thrashed against the bed. You nearly broke Cassian’s skin as your nails raked down his back. Your other hand was squeezing his hand tightly. Your pussy was flexing and contracting around Cassian’s cock uncontrollably. Cassian couldn’t help himself from emptying inside you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth that filled your belly and kept squeezing at his cock, trying to drain every bit of cum from him.
Cassian looked down at the spot where your bodies connected as he pulled out of your warmth. He caught the white cum that began spilling out of you on his fingers and quickly pushed it back inside of you. You whimpered, sore after all the edging.
“We just have to keep this in here, sweet girl. Have to make sure it takes,” he said. “Don’t want to waste any time with my schedule.” You had a small moment of doubt.
“We can try again if it doesn’t work…right?” You asked quietly. Cassian’s eyes shot up to meet yours. He could see the fear you were feeling. A family wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Cassian to have. You didn’t always believe it would work out. His hands immediately went to your face and cupped it.
“Baby, of course we can.” Cassian assured you. “We’ll try as many times as it takes.” The worry on your face washed away.
“I love you, Kassa. Only you,” you said. Cassian smiled softly.
“I know you do. I shouldn’t get jealous,” he said. You kissed Cassian softly.
“I don’t mind,” you told him with a smirk. “As long as this is how you react.”
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CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 17: The Absolution
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Both Jyn and Cassian carry a lot of pain and darkness… and they don't have to hide it from each other. Enjoy some meaningful fluff.
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CHAPTER 17: THE ABSOLUTION
He could hear her screaming.
The sound echoed off the star destroyer’s sterile walls and glossy black floor with a brittleness that stripped Cassian’s nerves.
He ran after her, down corridors, up stairs, through vaults. But she always disappeared around the next corner, dragged away by growling death troopers.
“Jyn!” He shouted her name over and over, running as fast as his exhausted legs would carry him, sweat beading on his brow and soaking through his shirt.
Her screams changed from frightened to desperate before abruptly stopping all together. The silence was more tormenting than the screams. He forced himself to run faster; he couldn’t let the Empire hurt her.
Cassian rounded the next corner and entered a dark hall, the walls black, the lights red and low. He skidded to a stop. There, at the end, stood Tarkin, his posture like a razor’s edge, hands behind his back, jaw jutting upward in a proud smirk.
On the floor between the Grand Moff’s feet was Jyn’s twisted and broken body. Blood seeped across the durasteel in a black pool.
“Come closer,” Tarkin demanded softly.
Cassian obeyed, taking slow, unsteady steps. The closer he got, the more Jyn came into focus. He knelt down and pulled her into his arms. He tried to wipe the blood from her face, tried to rouse her, tried to stop the dark wave of fear that threatened to swallow him whole. “Jyn,” he said gently, his voice breaking. Tears fell from his lashes onto her cheeks as he realized she was dead.
“She told us everything she knew.” Tarkin leered. “Her blood is on your hands.”
A massive explosion suddenly shook the ship. Instinctively, Cassian protectively pulled Jyn tighter against him before turning on his knees to see what had happened. His breath froze in his lungs as he watched the star destroyer dissolved, replaced by a salty sea lapping on a sandy shoreline. The horizon blazed with a churning orange cloud that came racing forward across the water, consuming, burning, vaporizing everything in its path.
He clutched Jyn’s limp body against his chest, too weak to resist fate any longer, burying his face in her hair. He wanted to scream; instead, he squeezed his eyes shut until the flames devoured them…
…Cassian gasped and bolted up, promptly smacking his face against the over-hanging bulkhead. The blow dropped him hard and fast. Groaning, he clasped his aching forehead as the nightmare receded. He had known all along it was a dream; the unfolding scenes had never tricked him into believing they were real. But that didn’t make it any less disturbing.
Desperation, fear, exhaustion ran loops in his head.
And Jyn, her blood smeared across his hands, dead, empty, cold.
He shook himself, forcing the lingering discomfort away, and threw his legs over the side of his bunk before walking to the locker. Popping it open he gazed at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door as he pulled on a shirt and pants. He looked more tired now than before he had gone to sleep. He gingerly prodded his face where he’d struck it on the bed; a bruise was already forming. “Good work,” he muttered sarcastically. He slammed the locker shut and went in search of food.
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Rogue Crew had started playing cards in the evenings right after Scarif. It had been a simple way to keep each other company on Yavin, to offer a safe place to escape the residual disquiet they each carried, a touchstone of normalcy. Cassian didn’t usually have the patience for games and he found cards particularly boring. But laughing with people he actually considered his friends was a rarity, so he had taken advantage of it as much as possible. He was grateful to revisit the tradition now aboard the Redemption.
The group had a box turned on its side for a table positioned between their racks. Jyn made space for Cassian to sit next to her on her bunk while everyone else dragged chairs around the box’s other edges. They played sabacc and sipped a cold, fermented ginger tea that Chirrut provided. For a few hours they were able to forget the Empire and war and death.
“What happened to your forehead?” Jyn asked as they played.
Cassian wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, he smiled. “I hit it on my rack.”
Bodhi winced.
“You must have a hard skull,” Baze said, totally serious.
Melshi, who occasionally joined the group and was present this evening, snorted into his glass.
“You’re lucky you didn’t kill yourself,” Bodhi said.
“Can you imagine? I survive prison, Scarif, and Tarkin only to kill myself getting out of bed.” It was the kind of dark humor they all shared.
They played until the hour grew late and only stopped when Cassian started yawning. The party broke ranks and, as he stood to leave, he caught Jyn’s eye. “You want to walk with me?” He felt Bodhi glance at them, listening in, so Cassian hurried to remove any inkling of something gossip-worthy. “I need you to bring me up to speed on the officers’ briefing I missed.”
“Sure. I’m heading up top,” Jyn said, rising to her feet. “I have to stop in the ready room to pick up orders.”
They moved through the rows of racks and maneuvered toward the corridor. “So, what did I miss?” Cassian asked.
“Nothing you don’t already know. The fleet is going to be in constant motion until a more permanent base can be found. They’ve been scouting locations for years, so there are some immediate possibilities. Brass is dispersing several teams tasked with making more comprehensive evaluations of these locations. We’ll be on standby until they return. No non-essential missions. Everyone is grounded until further notice.”
“Sounds boring and dangerous.”
“My thoughts exactly. When people get bored, they get sloppy.”
“Let’s just hope the Empire doesn’t find us.”
Jyn was suddenly uneasy. “The thought of the Empire attacking while we’re trapped on this ship terrifies me. We’d be sitting ducks; nowhere to run, no way to fight back.”
He realized she was talking about Rogue One and not the Alliance. For the first time possibly ever, she had a real sense of belonging and a found-family she wanted to protect. Cassian understood the alarm she felt; fear of loss had snapped at his heels his entire life.
“I used to think I was brave,” she carried on quietly, almost to herself, deep in thought. “But ever since Scarif, I feel like I’ve lost my nerve.”
“I don’t see that,” Cassian replied honestly.
“You don’t?”
“No. To me, you seem to have nerves of steel.”
“I wish I was more like you.”
That nearly stopped him in his tracks. “What do you mean?” he asked in disbelief.
“Every situation we’re in, you always seem to manage it. Nothing phases you, at least not for long. You have an uncanny ability to push on.”
Cassian suddenly felt very cold. “That’s what happens when you lose everything you’ve ever cared about,” he said darkly. “It changes your perspective on what’s tolerable.” He glanced at her. “You don’t think you’re like that? You’re not able to push on?”
She didn’t respond; her brain was sifting through a lifetime of memories.
“A woman who survived being abandoned, who lost her parents and her home; a woman who was cast out by Saw Gerrera only to end up being manipulated into helping the Alliance; a woman who risked her life to rescued a little girl in the Jedha streets and who climbed a burning-hot datatower to steal the Death Star plans?” He shook his head. “Jyn, you’re the strongest person I know.”
These observations meant more to her than Cassian would ever understand. Though she felt awkward accepting the compliment, she felt touched that he’d seen past what she showed on the surface. Even so, Jyn felt unworthy. “You didn’t see all the moments where I was weak, where I betrayed people to save my own skin.”
Their pace had slowed as they walked through the empty corridors.
He was quiet for so long Jyn worried she’d said the wrong thing, confessed too much, and now he was second guessing how he saw her. “We aren’t born strong,” he finally said quietly. “We’re made strong by our mistakes. Sometimes terrible things have to happen in order for us to find our potential.”
Cassian had told her a little about his past; she knew demons haunted them both. In her opinion, she had no right to judge people by their history, though she didn’t extend that courtesy to herself. Jyn knew what she was; a survivor, a rat. Cassian seemed ready to absolve her, but she wasn’t sure she could forgive herself yet. She’d been lost, walking a dark and lonely path, but seeing her father again, meeting Cassian and the rest of Rogue One, had righted her, had given her a light to follow in the storm. Galen Erso sacrificed himself for the greater good; Jyn wanted to be more like that and less like the tip of a spear that Saw Gerrera had made her.
“Strength isn’t the same as being brave,” she finally replied. “Fear brings out the worst in me. You never seem to be afraid. I wish I could be like that; I wish I was fearless.”
Cassian stopped walking and turned toward her. “I’m not fearless. I’m always afraid.” She looked up at him in disbelief. “Ever since I was a boy I’ve been afraid, but I don’t let fear keep me from taking action.”
They looked in each other’s eyes for a long time.
“I know you’re feeling a little exposed, a little unsafe; after everything that’s happened I’d expect nothing less. But that doesn’t mean you’re not brave,” he said. “I’ve never seen someone manage their fear like you.”
Jyn bit her lip and looked away. “There’s a moment I can’t get out of my head, where I pushed through, managed my fear. It’s a moment that made me hate myself.”
She didn’t elaborate so he asked, “When?”
“On Scarif. After you fell.” She curled in on herself, withdrawing from him. “I didn’t want to just leave you there.”
Cassian understood; being left behind, abandoned, discarded caused a pain in Jyn’s heart that might never be healed.
“You told me to keep going. I knew I had to. But I hated myself for it. Whether you were alive or dead, I was surrendering you to the Empire.”
“We had a job to do. We were fighting for something bigger than ourselves, something important.”
Her cheeks became hot, though she managed to remain composed. She looked up at him. “You’re important, Cassian.”
An expression flashed across his face that Jyn had never seen, something vulnerable and raw. She saw him catch his breath.
“Has no one ever told you that before?”
His eyes were fixed on her, his breathing heavy as he fought to control a sudden wave of emotion, his mouth turning down at the corners. Jyn had unknowingly hit a nerve. She stepped nearer and took hold of the front of his jacket.
“I’m nothing special,” he said, his voice dark and low.
“That isn’t true.”
He shrugged. “I’m just one person.”
Her grip constricted and she pulled him closer. “You are important. To the Rebellion, to Rogue Squad… to me.”
His gaze tightened, as though he were receiving kindness for the first time in his life and the experience was so overdue it pained him.
Jyn suddenly understood; he truly believed he was expendable because no one had ever told him otherwise. She cupped his face in her hands. “You’ve given so much of yourself. We all use you; we all take from your strength. It isn’t fair.” He gripped her wrists and leaned into her touch, needing the comfort. “You might tell yourself that you have nothing left to lose, so there’s no harm in risking your life for the cause. But I think it’s the opposite. You know the pain of loss so intimately that you sacrifice everything in the hopes of giving others the safety you never had.” His breathing had become shuddering rasps as her words cut through every piece of emotional armor he wore. “I’m proud of you, Cassian.”
He stiffened, fighting back feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.
Maarva’s final words rang in his ears, delivered to him in a dark sewer by his best friend Brasso, words layered with the forgiveness and absolution only a mother’s love could offer. Tell him, none of this is his fault. It was already burning, he’s just the first spark of the fire. Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him, I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong.
He had always lived by his own code. But the Empire’s never-ending ruthlessness had hardened Cassian over the years. Jyn had unwittingly made him look at himself with fresh eyes. At first, he hadn’t liked what he discovered. But, in a short period of time, she had reignited his sense of self, unintentionally reconnected him with who he wished he could be without the Empire looming over all existence. Cassian wanted to be strong without being brutal. He wanted to be brave without being callous. He wanted to thrive without desperation. If Jyn was proud of him, perhaps that meant he had begun achieving these small victories. They hadn’t known each other long, but she always made him feel seen, like he existed with more intensity now that she was in his life.
Cassian wrapped his arms around Jyn, pulling her body against him, his hands pressed across her back. All he wanted was to hold her, to feel safe, to disappear into a reality where Scarif and Tarkin and IT-O droids didn’t exist. Jyn responded instantly to his touch, pressing her cheek against his, almost sighing with relief as her arms went around his neck. He closed his eyes and thought, I love you more than anything you could ever do wrong.
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NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE REACH” - Perhaps it's a proximity trope…but I don't care. It's my story and I can do what I want :) You're welcome.
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READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”
READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”
READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”
READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”
READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”
READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”
READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”
READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”
READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”
REACH CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”
READ CHAPTER 11 “The Reprieve”
READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”
READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”
READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”
READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”
READ CHAPTER 16 “The Rogues”
READ CHAPTER 17 "The Absolution"
READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”
READ CHAPTER 19 “The Hologram”
READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”
READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”
READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”
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