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hold me through the storm | cassian andor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re safe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to take care of you.”

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

And clearly, he felt the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, you didn’t need to.

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

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

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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settle down

pairing: Cassian Andor x wife!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” he said.

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

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

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

“I love you too,” Cassian said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kassa,” you started, but Cassian interrupted.

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

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

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

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

“Just fuck me, Cassian,” you begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I missed you,” you whimpered defensively.

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

“Ugh, Kassa!” You cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Kassa,” you moaned gratefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmph, fuck,” you gasped.

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

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

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

“Ahhh! Kassa!” You cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Five Years Later:

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

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

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

“Like that?” She asked.

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

“Can I go now?” Your daughter pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Gift Giving with Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, gift giving, kissing, sitting in his lap, teasing, making out

Flufftober Day 23: Trinket

A/N: Put a little bit spice in this flufftober prompt, hope you don't mind.

A kiss, a hug, pilot seat cuddles. The three things you always greeted Cassian with. It was the three things he always welcomed no matter how tired he felt, or energized in this case. Stubble prickled your skin as he deepened the kiss and pulled you fully on top of him, "Hold on, need to adjust better."

You had no problem with him moving around under you but it did bring something to your attention, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" There was definitely something you were grinding against. Perhaps the reason he was moving around?

"Neither. It's... what I was in town for." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shining green jewel, "Noticed you eyeing this one at the market. I thought I'd get you something nice for all your effort."

"Did you steal this?" Your fingers skimmed over the shiny, smooth surface, looking at Cassian with both awe and terror, "Cassian, I'm grateful but what if the Troopers arrive? Anyone could have seen you. You could get arrested, again." No trinket was worth him going to jail for.

"First of all I bought this fairly, second no one saw me, and third we'll be out of this System soon. Besides you think I wouldn't risk it to put a smile on your face? You know me better than that love." When people spoke of love making you do crazy things you could confidently point to Cassian as a prime example. "And since I went through all that trouble," Cassian's hands slipped under your shirt, "and this ship is on autopilot, maybe I could get a little something in return. Cause that other thing? It's not a gun."

Of course it wasn't, "Knew you had an ulterior motive. Maybe I should be the one to arrest you for exchanging favors." You slipped the jewel into the pocket of your jacket before you allowed him to take it off, "Get the handcuffs."

Reasons, Ch.6 - Cassian Andor series

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As Long as the Stars Allow

Cassian Andor x Duchess!Reader  Warnings: Talk of death, canon typical violence, sexism, smut (including oral, PiV, and slight choking and orgasm denial, thigh riding), possessiveness (from both Cassian and reader) Summary: I honestly don’t have a summary... It’s kind of an enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, fake bodyguard, soulmates story.

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Nothing could ever shake your unwavering loyalty to the Rebellion, or at least that’s what you thought before you met him.  Cassian Andor. Infamous rebel spy, ladies man, fighter to his core, and the one person in the Rebellion you hated almost as much as the Empire itself.  For quite some time now you have wondered how it was possible for you to get along with every single other rebel, and then you met Cassian and all that went out the window.  It wasn’t exactly hate at first sight, in fact the first conversation the two of you had had been good. He was reserved and held back, didn’t tell you anything about his past of his motivation to join the Rebel Alliance, but he was polite, nice, almost flirty. Well, the next time you saw him all that had changed.  Cassian had single-handedly managed to make you question whether taking down the Empire was really worth spending time with him. Until said Empire committed another atrocity that is and you realised that as annoying as Cassian might be, it was worth it. For you, your loved ones, your people, and the entire galaxy.  “Your Grace, Bail Organa requests your presence in his office,” the voice of your trusted lady drew your attention away from your brooding thoughts.  You turned away from the window, the millions of stars outside it, and nodded your thanks to her.  You had expected to be called into someone’s office sooner rather than later, after all you had already spent more time on the starship than you liked. Every second you spent with the rebels, even worse on one of their ships, was a risk. You could gather intel at meetings, read classified reports from the Empire only community leaders had access to, help the Rebellion in many little ways, but actually being with them for an extended period of time might draw the wrong kind of attention and blow your cover of neutrality.  Your lady following behind you, you made your way to Bail’s office, the doors of which opened the second you halted in front of them.  “Please wait here for me, Mira.”  With a small curtsy your lady told you that she understood and you entered the office, the doors closing behind you again.  Bail Organa stood with his back to you, another human male next to him, and an all too familiar Togruta facing both of them and thereby you.  “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us,” Ahsoka said with a smile on her face.  You returned the gesture, focusing all your attention on her so as not to stare daggers at the other man in the room, who out of the corner of your eye you had by now recognised as none other than Cassian Andor.  “The pleasure is all mine. I didn’t know you’d be here,” you told her as you walked across the office to give her a hug.  Despite a ten year age difference you counted Ahsoka to your closest friends, one of the few other women in the Rebellion and someone who had been through more than you could ever imagine.  “You’re more beautiful every time I see you,” Ahsoka told you, looking you over. You knew you looked your best today, your white dress flattering your body shape and your hair styled in the newest fashion with a flower native to your planet braided into it. “Doesn’t she?”  The last words were directed at the two men in the office, forcing you to stand beside Ahsoka and look at them.  “Beautiful like a midnight flower, your Grace,” Bail said with a smooth kiss to your hand.  Cassian, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge you. Instead he kept his gaze focused on the holopad on the desk.  “Enough with the pleasantries now. Please, let’s get to business. What is so important that we had to meet here?”  Finally, Cassian looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours in a cold stare. “Why? Did your Grace have somewhere more important to be?”  Out of his mouth the honorific sounded like an insult. It was only due to years of education and dealing with condescending politicians that you managed to ignore him and instead focus on the two people in the room you actually liked.  “I know what you risk by meeting us here, Y/n, but there was nowhere else we deemed safe,” Ahsoka said. “What we’re about to tell you could change everything.”  Her words made you look at the datapad, which displayed a map and a long list of names next to it. It took you a moment to recognise some of them. Bail was on that list, as was his wife Queen Breha and even their daughter, though only just a teenager. Ahsoka, deemed dead by the Empire, wasn’t on it, but you spotted a few other familiar names, friends, other rebels you had only spoken to briefly. Cassian.  You looked up from the list and met his eyes. He knew he was on the list, of course he did, maybe that was the reason he was here now, and though you should have expected him to be on the list, especially with what little you know of his past, it somehow shocked you that the Empire was really after him, that one day he might not return from a mission.  “Cassian here managed to secure this list a couple of weeks ago. It’s names and last known locations of people the Empire knows or thinks might be a danger to it. Spies, rebels, gang members, everyone who for some reason or other isn’t happy with the Empire.”  You looked at Bail as he talked, an unspoken question in your eyes.  He shook his head. “You’re not on that list. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t others on which you might be.”  You nodded. It had always been a risk to work for the Rebellion, you knew that one day the Empire might find out and you would have to face the consequences.  “What’s the plan? Do you want me to hide those people on Kamaanti?”  It was somewhat of a rhetorical question, you knew, and everyone else in the room did as well, that you might have been able to hide a few people on your small planet but not an entire list of enemies to the Empire, at least not without getting yourself on that list as well, and getting people killed in the process.  “You’re invited to the Empire’s annual masquerade ball, right?”  Another rhetorical question. As Duchess of Kamaanti you were invited every year, forced to dance with Imperials, listen to their ideas and how they thought they were the greatest beings to ever walk the galaxy, and in an admittedly clever way kept away from any known rebel sympathisers at the event.  “I am.”  Bail nodded.  You remember, years ago, when he and his family had been invited to the ball as well. That’s where you first met, where you found out that Bail, in his days as a republic senator, had been quite close with your own parents before their untimely death, where he had begun to give you hints of a group of people who weren’t exactly on board with the Empire.  The last couple of years the Organas were still invited, as the royal family of Alderaan they had to be, though be it on paper only. Everyone knew that they weren’t exactly welcome, other than you they had never kept their political opinions exactly quiet.  “And it is still held in the Great Imperial Ballroom on Coruscant?”  You confirmed.  “And do you know what lies beneath the ballroom?”  You turned away from Bail to look at Ahsoka, who had spoken for the first time in a while.  “I don’t,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “But you do, don’t you? You were raised on Coruscant.”  Just like with Cassian, you knew only a little about Ahsoka’s past. You knew that she, like Bail, had known your parents before their death, that she was raised on Coruscant, that she kept many secrets she wouldn’t even tell you.  “What is now known as the Great Imperial Ballroom wasn’t always a ballroom. It used to be a training facility, which is quite useful since both a ballroom and a training room require soft flooring, big spaces, speakers for music. What are now the guest suites used to be dormitories, and underneath the ballroom, where there used to be storage, are now secret offices. Offices where the Empire does things they don’t exactly want the public to know.”  You nodded along with her words. Things they don’t exactly want the public to know, such as writing up lists of enemies of the Empire, basically kill lists.  “And you want me to, what, sneak into the basement and delete the list?”  It wasn’t exactly madness, but almost equally as insane. Sure, you had an invitation to enter the building, a suite reserved for you just a few floors up, but you had no experience with breaking and entering whatsoever. You were an informant, you could help out with sensitive information, hide a few people if necessary, donate a star ship every once in a while, but you couldn’t break into a top secret office, at least not without... help.  Your eyes flitted over to Cassian. That’s why he was here. You were the way in, he was the one to actually do the job.  “Delete the list, see if there are any others, and if so delete them as well,” Bail confirmed your earlier question.  You nodded along, barely registering his words.  Why Cassian? There were dozens of others who could to the job, people you didn’t hate, who didn’t hate you. Why did it have to be him?  “I’m sure you’re wondering what Cassian has to do with all of this,” Bail continued after a moment of silence.  You scoffed. You liked Bail, you really did, but sometimes he, like most other men, underestimated you simply because of your pretty face and your fancy clothes.  “I know exactly why he’s here. I’m the looks, he’s the brain.”  Now it was Cassian’s turn to scoff. He glared at you with fire in his eyes.  “I wouldn’t exactly say that you’re the looks. More like I’m the brain and the looks and you’re just our way in.”  Charming, you thought, rolling your eyes at him.  “Have you really thought this through, Bail?” Ahsoka asked, mirroring your thoughts exactly.  Bail shrugged. “It’s an important mission and we need our best people on it. I’m sure they can cease acting like children for at least a little while.”  Somehow his words struck you. You really were acting like children, weren’t you? Bail was right, this was an important mission and you couldn’t risk it by arguing with Cassian every time he opened his mouth or even just breathed in your direction.  With an audible sigh you reached your hand across the desk, offering it to the spy.  “Truce?”  After a moment of heavy silence, and raised eyebrows from both Ahsoka and Bail, Cassian returned the gesture, enclosing your hand in his.  The warmth of it, even in the slightly cold office, took you by surprise, as did the calluses against your soft skin. And yet his hand somehow fit in yours, not quite like a puzzle piece but it didn’t repulse you as much as you had anticipated.  You squeezed his hand once, giving him your most dazzling smile, before letting go and turning back to Bail.  “So, what’s the cover story? How am I going to get Cassian past security?” 

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You were scared.  It was a week later, you were on your way to the masquerade ball, and you were scared as fuck.  This, though undeniably for a good cause, wasn’t what you had signed up for when you agreed to work with the Rebellion. This was espionage, you were used to sitting behind a desk, typing up neat reports to send to the Rebellion via paper, something that left little to no digital evidence the Empire could trace back to you.  “You’re nervous,”  It wasn’t a question, Cassian, sitting beside you in the traditional clothes of your personal guard, was simply stating a fact.  And yet you couldn’t admit it, not to him.  “I’m not.”  You glanced over to your driver, the same woman who piloted your starship whenever you needed to leave the planet, who flew you from useless appointment to useless appointment. You trusted her, at least on the basic level you trusted most, if not all, of your employèes, but you couldn’t risk her overhearing anything.  “You’re quite observant,” you told Cassian in your most regal voice, the one reserved for strangers and people you didn’t like. Or at least people other than Cassian you didn’t like, he somehow brought out a version of yourself you rarely showed, one that at the same time made you feel unlike yourself and more yourself than you were at any other time. Maybe he just agitated you so much that you lost all sense of self.  “I’m your guard, it’s my job,” Cassian replied, the hint of warmth his voice had held earlier gone, replaced by the same professionalism you tried your best to conjure up.  You silently cursed Bail for the idea to have Cassian pose as your guard. Admittedly, it clever since it would explain why the two of you would stick together the entire evening, and it was one of only two ways of getting Cassian inside the building. The other being having him pretend to be your date, your boyfriend or even fiancè, which everyone agreed wouldn’t be believable and likely end in injury or death for one or both of you.  Moments of silence, in which every single way this mission could go wrong, crossed your mind, until finally the shining lights of the ballroom came into sight.  “We’ve arrived, ma’am,” your driver announced.  From the way Cassian almost choked beside you, you could tell that he was trying his best to hold back a scoff. A small smile found its way to your lips, it was quite fun seeing Cassian having to deal with all of this. You were raised from birth to one day inherit your mother’s title of Duchess of Kamaanti, to understand, and even appreciate, the protocol that came with the role, the responsibility. But all of this was new to Cassian, and for the first time in quite some time, the first time since he let it slip how he came to leave Kenari, you felt for him.  “Let’s go, Cassian,” you said in a soft voice, hoping neither he nor your driver would misinterpret it as anything more than it was, a friendly way to encourage Cassian to get out there and face whatever the evening had to offer.  You could hear him take a deep breath before he exited the ship and opened the door for you, allowing you to face the flashing lights and people lined up to watch the guests enter the ballroom.  Cassian followed just a few steps behind you as you made your way up the stairs to the main entrance.  “There are more witnesses than expected,” he whispered into your ear just as you reached the top step, the one spot where you were unlikely to be overheard by either guards or spectators.  His warm breath his your ear and for a moment it made you forget just how cold you were in your beautiful, but quite thin, dress in the Coruscant night air.  “That’s just outside, inside there’ll be way less people.”  You continued to walk up to the Imperial officer in charge of greeting the guests, one you knew you had met at a previous event but couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of.  “Your Grace,” he greeted you with a stiff bow, his expression telling you just how much he despised showing his respect to a woman, especially one so much younger than himself.  “Lieutenant, “ you return, guessing his rank based on the medals gleaming on his chest.  Cassian stood behind you, no doubt noticing every detail about the grand entrance hall and the man in front of you, taking note of every exit, surveillance camera, and blaster in the area.  “And who is that with you?”  Despite your best efforts the lieutenant’s question threw you off guard. You weren’t used to having your actions or the people in your company questioned, at least not openly though of course you knew that people talked behind closed doors, not even at an Imperial event.  “This is my personal guard. I was assured that you were told he was accompanying me.”  Cassian stepped ever so slightly closer to you, something you could only tell by the heat radiating off his body intensifying against your back. You had a feeling that if you played close enough attention you could be able to feel his breath hitting the back of your neck where your hair was pulled up.  “You didn’t bring a guard with you last year, or the year before that.”  It wasn’t a question but you nodded nonetheless, trying to hide the unease that you felt at realising that among hundreds, if not thousands, of guests the Empire paid close enough attention to you for even the lieutenant to notice a change in your company.  “Due to the political climate my head of security thought it wise to have some extra protection.”  You didn’t mention the Rebellion, didn’t say that this ball would be a perfect target and it would only make sense for someone as high ranking as yourself to have personal protection. You didn’t need to, the officer, if he knew what was good for him, would let you pass, opting to admit that the situation with the rebels was getting dangerous rather than risking angering you.  “Of course, your Grace. An extra room in your suite for your guard has been prepared prior to your arrival.”  You nodded, playing the part of snob nobility and not granting him a real answer, as you rushed past him, your skirt flowing behind you as you made your way to where you knew the lifts to be located.  “Room 4215,” the lieutenant called after you.  Only as the lift doors closed behind you did you dare to let out the breath you’ve been holding. All of this, lying, deceiving, pretending to be someone you were not, wasn’t your area of expertise, and for the first time you really came to admire Cassian for managing it all so effortlessly.  “Well, that didn’t go as well as I expected,” you started but before you could say anything else Cassian coughed once, then twice. Your agreed upon singal to tell the other that you were being watched.  You turned to face Cassian, who was standing behind you in the corner, trying to get a good look of your surroundings in the process. And there, in the top right corner, was a small camera, almost invisible to the untrained eye.  Cassian looked at you as you pretended not to notice the camera, to not let the Empire know that you were well aware that you were being watched.  Though this was you in your natural environment, embodying your role as duchess of Kamaanti, you were as tense as he had ever seen you. Granted, he hadn’t spent all that much time with you, but the few times you did see each other you always looked more relaxed.  Thinking of the easy smile, comparing your clenched shoulders to your usual posture, brought back memories of your first meeting, and the time directly after it.  It was hot, hotter even than the usual scorching temperatures of Jakku, and Cassian longed to get back to the slightly cooler Yavin, or even just a shower to wash off all the sand and dirt clinging to his sweaty skin.  He was here to meet an important informant, one he had been told couldn’t risk meeting anywhere other than the middle of nowhere.  Wiping sweat from his brow Cassian first thought that the girl he was seeing, probably a few years younger than he himself, must have been a hallucination. There was no way a girl like that, with glowing skin, shining hair, and a radiant smile.  “Stars above, it’s a long way from home,” you said as you jumped off your speeder.  Those were the words, the signal, that told Cassian you really were the one had was supposed to meet.  “Not as long as a desert day,” he replied, telling you that he was the rebel you were told would be waiting for you.  You walked closer to where Cassian was sitting in the shade of a giant rock, just as he jumped up to meet you.  Up close you were even prettier, despite the sand clinging to your hair and your lips chapped from the dry air, you were a vision.  Cassian wasn’t usually one to be at a loss for words when talking to a pretty woman but there was something about you.  “I’m Y/n,” you introduced yourself.  He repeated your name, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sound. It sounded pretty, sophisticated, like the name out of a fairytale.  “Cassian.”  You sat down in the shade, pulling a water bottle from your backpack and talking a sip before offering it to Cassian.  “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”  He chuckled, a sound that had almost become unfamiliar to his own ears. Laughter was hard to come by in the Rebellion but somehow, sitting on this hot as hell planet with you, it came easy to him.  “I could ask you the same thing, you don’t look like a rebel. Far too pretty,” he was quick to add before you could say anything.  You laughed, a sound he longed for more than a cold shower. How he could feel like this only minutes after meeting you, knowing nothing about you but your name, he didn’t know. Cassian wasn’t a stranger to women, he had a healthy sex life, knew how to make females (and the occasional males) swoon over him, but never had he been so captivated by someone as he was by you.  “I’m not exactly a rebel, just an informant.”  You pulled a stack of papers out of your backpack and handed them to him. Cassian flipped through them, finding names, locations, reports, and an envelope filled with credits among them.  You pocketed your water bottle again before getting up and brushing the sand off your trousers.  “Feel free to buy yourself something pretty, Cassian. We all deserve beauty amidst this darkness.” You made your way back to your speeder, leaving a stunned Cassian behind. “And if you’re ever on Kamaanti, feel free to drop by.”  And with those words you were off, leaving Cassian to wonder who exactly you were.  He didn’t have to wonder long though, once he returned to base Mon Mothma answered the pressing question on his mind.  You weren’t just an informant, you were a duchess, nobility, someone who had the power and the money to change the course of the war and yet sat comfortably in your palace, tossing the Rebellion a bone every now and then, probably just to ease your conscience.  Cassian didn’t usually blame people for not joining the Rebellion, everyone had their reasons to fight or to lay low, but if someone held the power you did, and yet did little to nothing, he couldn’t help the burning anger.  Never mind that you were pretty or funny, inside you were little better than the Empire you didn’t stand up to in favour of your own comfort. 

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You exited the refresher wearing your ball gown, your hair and makeup done by the stylists who have left just a couple of minutes ago and your handbag, shoes, and mask waiting for you to complete the look.  Cassian, dressed in a smart suit rather than the uniform he had been wearing earlier, sat in the armchair next to your bed, staring at the datapad in his hand.  “Careful, I heard they bite when you glare at them like that,” you tried to joke to lighten the mood.  His tense shoulders didn’t relax, if anything they clenched up even more as his eyes lifted and he looked you up and down.  “How do I look?”  The superficial part of you couldn’t resist the question. You knew you looked good, and you knew that if Cassian even tried to deny it he would be lying.  But Cassian didn’t deny it, instead he looked you up and down, a sudden heat in his eyes you had never seen there before.  You cast a quick glance to the mirror on the other side of the room. Your skin hadn’t magically turned green, not a hair was out of place. The dark blue dress hugged your upper body, hiding all your insecurities in the process, before flowing out in a long silky skirt with a slit up one leg just long enough to be sexy but not too long as to be indecent for the ball.  “What’s the matter, loth cat got your tongue?,” you joked as you slipped your shoes on. You bent down to fasten the ties but before you could Cassian’s voice finally sounded through the room.  “Let me.”  In one smooth motion he got out of his chair and slid onto the floor in front of you, his warm hand gently holding your ankle while the other busied itself with the fastening.  You couldn’t deny that Cassian looked good in his suit, just like your dress it brought out his best features, though you did think it was a shame that he had gelled his hair back, suddenly realising just how much you had grown to like the casual hairstyle he usually had. But there was something about him kneeling in front of you, wearing this suit, that had heat racing up your leg from where he touched you right to your core. A tingling sensation all too familiar, yet one you had never experience with Cassian Andor of all people.  “Is everything alright?,” Cassian aksed, his voice slightly rough, his accent more pronounced, though you blamed it on him concentrating on securing the overly complicated clips and bows around your ankles.  “Fine,” you choked out, a second too late realising that he had been talking about the upcoming evening, the mission, rather than the fact that having him on his knees in front of you did unmentionable things to you.  Finally, he let go of your leg and got up, though he was now standing a bit too close for comfort, his face only centimeters from your own.  “What do you do if we’re being watched?”  You rolled your eyes. Same old Cassian was back, always testing you, believing you to be incompetent.  “Cough twice.”  He nodded, his dark eyes never leaving yours.  “And what do you do while I extract the files?”  You crossed your arms in front of your chest, managing to put a bit more distance between the two of you in the process.  “Stand guard outside the door.”  He nodded again.  “And-”  You uncrossed your arms again, scoffing as you grabbed the mask from the bed and slipped it over the upper half of your face before tying a bow behind your head to fasten it.  “And if someone comes I’ll pretend to be drunk and that I couldn’t find my way back to my room. I know, Andor. I might not be an infamous spy like yourself but I’m not an idiot either.”  You tried your best not to frown, not wanting to smudge your makeup, and instead settled for glaring at him.  Cassian sighed, putting on his own mask.  “I never said you were an idiot, but you spend all your time worrying about where to find money for more of those pretty dresses you always wear.”  Now that made you see red. Was that what Cassian really thought of you? After everything you did for the Rebellion, everything you sacrificed, did people, did he really believe that all you worried about were your looks?  “Listen here you arrogant bantha shit,” you hissed between your teeth, walking over to Cassian until you were chest to chest, your voice dangerously low. “I worry about money, alright, and yes, sometimes I use that money to buy ‘pretty dresses’ but that’s because it’s what’s expected of me as a duchess. You know why I also worry about money? Because I need that money to pay my employèes so they can feed their families, I need that money to fund schools and universities, to give to those who need it, to buy weapons and supplies for your precious rebellion.” You took a deep breath before continuing, glad that you had managed to stun Andor into silence. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, whether you like me or despise me as you so clearly do, but don’t for one second think that I only think about myself. I may not be a rebel in the same way you are but make no mistake, I’m no Imperial either.”  You took a step back, refusing to look at Cassian again as you grabbed your small handbag and looked in the mirror one last time before exiting the room, your head held high and expecting Cassian to follow you like the duchess you were.  The ride down to the ballroom was awkward, filled with an unknown silence and tension, neither of you daring to say anything. But as soon as your arrival was announced and you entered the ballroom all that disappeared and you were in your element. This, even if you hated every single person in the room, was what you were born and raised to do. You may not exactly enjoy it, but you knew what to expect. You knew what people would ask and how they would answer your questions before they even opened their mouths. It wasn’t like it was with Cassian, who never said what you expected him to and would probably rather eat his own shoe than listen to you. Here, with those sharks and piranhas, you could prove your worth to the Rebellion.  “Your Grace, you look stunning,” a young Imperial you didn’t recognise greeted you. He lifted your hand up to place a kiss on the back of it.  “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” you said, at the same time indirectly asking for his name and trying to remind him just how unprofessional it was to just approach a duchess, even as a high ranking officer, without being introduced by a mutual acquaintance.      “Captain Flak Romeis, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”  His blond hair gleamed under the light as he looked you up and down in what you were sure he thought to be an inconspicuous way.  “The pleasure is all mine, captain,” you purred, knowing full well that Cassian, who was standing only a step behind you, held the same title as the slimy Imperial in front of you.  “Duchess, it would be a great honour if you granted me a dance.”  His overly formal words in combination with the way he still looked at you send icy shivers down your spine, a stark contrast to the heat Cassian had ignited in you just hours before.  Speak of the devil, before you could reply to Flak’s request, Cassian’s hand closed around your wrist, tugging ever so slightly in a manner that was no less unprofessional than the Imperial’s behaviour.  You turned around to face him for the first time since your argument, his hand still holding your wrist in a firm grasp.  “I don’t think it would be wise to dance with him, your Grace,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, to smell his minty breath and close your eyes to regain your composure.  “And why is that? Surely he doesn’t pose a threat to my safety.”  You blinked up at Cassian, urging him to play the guard, not to blow your cover over a simple dance and some nasty looks.  “Just one dance,” you said, lowering your voice. “And then we can do what we came here for.”  You pulled your hand out of his grasp, placing it on the Imperial’s arm so he could lead you to the dancefloor.  “I hope I didn’t just pull you away from your husband,” he said as you got into position, placing one of your hands in his and the other on his shoulder while his other hand founds its place on your waist.  “Husband?” You couldn’t help but laugh. Both of you were piss poor actors if people believed that Cassian was your husband. “He’s my personal guard. A bit overprotective maybe, it’s the first big event he’s accompanied me to.”  The music began to play and the Imperial took the first steps, leading you into the dance as Cassian watched from the side.  Maybe the playing pretend finally got to him because he felt a wave of protectiveness rise up as he watched Flak’s hand drift lower just a hint, as he pulled you closer, as he made you laugh.  Cassian knew that you were playing a part just as he was, that there was no way you were charmed by an Imperial, especially one as slimy as Captain Flak Romeis. Though you didn’t believe it to be true, as your little speech earlier had shown, Cassian did think highly of you, or at least of your dedication to the Rebellion. He knew what you were risking, that if you were caught it wouldn’t end well for you, that the Empire would make an example out of the unfaithful duchess.  Still watching you float across the dancefloor, Cassian noticed another guard, an actual personal guard, approach him out of the corner of his eye.  “You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”  The question, and the way in which it was asked, managed something only few people ever managed, it made him lose his focus.  Cassian turned to face the other guard, a Twi’lek, dressed in a suit so much like his own.  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” he continued. “I’m hooking up with my charge as well, though she’s nowhere near as good looking as yours. She really is something else. Is there any chance you’re willing to share?”  Though Cassian was no stranger to hooking up with women, sometimes women he had only seen as briefly as the guard had seen you, he did believe that everyone was owed respect, regardless of gender or looks, and you especially.  Yes, Cassian himself had difficulties tearing his eyes away from you in that dress, and a fantasy of ripping it off you had crossed his mind, but hearing someone else talk about you like that made him forget your argument earlier, replaced any anger he had towards you with angers towards the guard.  “You either leave right now and never look at her again or I’ll find you on whatever backwater planet you live on and break your jaw so you won’t ever talk about her like that again, understood?”  The guard didn’t even have a chance to reply before you suddenly appeared in front of Cassian, and as he looked to his side the Twi’lek was gone.  A few strands of your hair had fallen out of place and Cassian’s fingers twitched to push them behind your ear.  “May I have another dance before the night is over?,” the Imperial captain asked, calling Cassian’s attention to the fact that he was standing right there beside you.  Like a bucket of ice water it reminded him of why he had to stay away from you, you were a distraction. A beautiful distraction, but a distraction nonetheless.  “We’ll see, Captain Romeis, I tend to retire quite early.”  The statement was a polite a ‘no’ as you could manage and luckily succeeded in driving him away, leaving you and Cassian alone.  “Are you ready to go exploring, your Grace?” 

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The hallway you were walking through was freezing cold, a stark contrast to the stale air in the ballroom, and something that made you appreciate Cassian’s body heat next to you a tiny bit more.  “I was sure your heels would give us way but now I’m beginning to think it’s your clattering teeth,” Cassian whispered under his breath.  You were about to throw him an annoyed comment about how you dressed for a hot ballroom filled with hundreds of people, not an abandoned hallway that even a droid would catch a cold in, when you felt a sudden warmth around your upper body.  You had been too distracted with trying to come up with a witty comment to notice that Cassian, in an act that was as unlike him as dressing up in bright pink would be, had placed his suit jacket around your shoulders.  “I-,” you started before abruptly shutting your mouth. Cassian had just done a nice thing for you, now wasn’t the time for sarcasm. “Thank you.”  A small grunt was all the reply Cassian gave you. You rolled your eyes at his hot-and-cold behaviour, an act that, as childish as it was, saved your asses.  You coughed once. Twice.  Cassian looked at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to follow your line of sight without being too obvious.  You saw the recognition in his eyes as he spotted the security camera in the corner.  “It’s an IB24, it doesn’t record sound,” he told you, his monotone voice didn’t give you any comfort, but it didn’t give you reason to panic further either.  “Doesn’t mean it’s safe to talk, does it? Whoever watches the footage could still read our lips.” You put your hands in the pockets of Cassian’s jacket, trying to busy yourself so you wouldn’t begin to freak as another thought settled in your head. “They don’t just see two people who aren’t supposed to be here. Cassian, they’ll recognise us, recognise me.”  Your partner scoffed as he reached for the blaster previously hidden by his jacket and shot straight at the camera.  “Listen to you, all concerned about your own kriffing wellbeing.”  You didn’t waste your breath explaining to him that you, being a duchess and not a spy who made a living by staying hidden, were simply more recognisable.  “You’re one to talk, the great spy who doesn’t even see a security camera.”  Cassian, who had already taken a few steps towards the camera to knock it down and destroy the chip inside, turned around and came to stand right in front of you within a few quick strides.  “Listen, mi duquesita, you cannot fuck with me right now. I need to concentrate if this mission is to be successful, and you’re making that damn difficult.”  Though his voice was low, his breath hitting your lips, and his entire being surrounded you in a way that could go south within seconds, you weren’t intimidated.  “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is fuck with you. Or fuck you, for that matter.”  Cassian leaned impossibly closer, one hand reaching up to cup your chin and lift your head so you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes with a dangerous fire burning within.  “Are you sure about that?”  The sheer arrogance in his tone brought you to your senses. How dare he? Who did he think he was, who you were? Did he expect you to fawn over him just because he treated you like an equal for a couple of minutes?  You took a step back, letting Cassian’s hand fall from your chin, breaking the strange hold he had on you even further.  “Let’s just get this over with so we can go upstairs and I go to sleep and dream of being far away from you.  With a chuckle so soft you were sure you must have been imagining it, Cassian finally removed the chip from the camera, stuffing it in the pocket of his trousers before tossing you the broken camera.  “Hold on to that, will you? Can’t leave any more evidence of our visit than absolutely necessary.”  And the rest of your mission really did feel like a visit, like a walk in the park. You found the correct door, Cassian broke in, leaving you standing guard outside, and within a few moments he was back out again, a small smile on his face.  “All done, mi duquesita.”  There was that nickname again. You wouldn’t grant him the satisfaction of admitting that you didn’t know what it meant, by asking for a translation. You spoke three living and two dead languages fluently, so what if you didn’t speak Cassian’s damned language (both metaphorically and in the actual sense)?  “Let’s get out of here.”  You began to walk back the way you had come, glad that for once everything seemed to be going quite well, when you turned around, noticing that Cassian wasn’t following you.  “You coming?”  With a shake of his head he hurried to catch up to you.  “Are you in such a hurry because you can’t wait to dance with Captain whatshisname again?”  There was an unfamiliar venom in his voice, one you could have sworn was unlike anything Cassian had ever directed towards you.  The chance to annoy him further was right there and the words were at the tip of your tongue, but you decided to tell the truth. Partly because Cassian had been a good partner today and you didn’t want to anger him the one time the two of you got along, but mostly because you were simply too exhausted to tell another lie.  “I’ll be glad if I never have to see that guy again,” you admitted, pulling his jacket closer around your body as you tried to stifle a yawn. “I was telling the truth when I said that I just want to sleep.”  From the corner of his eye Cassian looked you up and down before nodding.  “Then let’s take you to bed, your Grace.”  You managed a nod, despite the fact that from his mouth the formal words sounded more like dirty talk than anything else.  The doors to the lift, which you had reached some time during your conversation, opened and you sank against the wall with a relieved sigh.  “I can’t wait to take these kriffing shoes off,” you muttered.  Cassian, from the other side of the lift, smirked at you, one eyebrow raised.  “Foul mouth for a duchess.”  If you only knew, you thought, and you were just about to say it as well, to try and test what it would take to make him lose his cool, what flirting with him would get you, when the doors unexpectedly opened.  The second the gap between the two doors was wider than a centimeter, thereby allowing whoever was outside to actually look inside the lift, Cassian jumped away from the wall until he was face to face with you.  “We have no idea who’s about to enter this lift,” he whispered.  You nodded in response. “Correct.”  “We’re on the ballroom floor, whoever it is knows we didn’t just get on, that we’ve come from downstairs.”  Another nod. There was no need to interrupt him, not when Cassian was clearly trying to come up with a plan to get you out of this situation.  “Do you trust me?,” he asked before quickly correcting himself. “Nevermind, I know that you don’t. But will you play along?”  You barely had the chance to nod before Cassian placed his lips right beneath your ear, kissing you softly.  The gasp you let out was anything but fake. It was a surprise reaction, and one of unexpected pleasure. His lips were soft, a welcome contrast to the rough hairs of his beard, and his hands, that had found their way to your waist, felt good, great even.  As if on autopilot your own hands wandered up his back, settling in his hair, which you finally managed to rough up a bit, bringing it from its combed back style to the wild curls you were used to.  “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.”  Your eyes flew open at the new voice, too distracted by Cassian’s lips on your hot skin to have noticed another person entering the lift.  Shit, shit, shit, shit. Kriffing shit, ran through your mind. Once again you found yourself on autopilot as you pushed Cassian away from you, ignoring how much you missed his hands, his lips, on your body the second they were gone, as you looked at the other man.  “Grand Moff Tarkin, I am so sorry.”  You cursed yourself, this ball, the entire galaxy, that the person you had to be trapped in a lift with was Tarkin. You would have even preferred Darth Vader himself, at least he would have put you out of your misery instantly.  “Duchess.” Tarkin was too professional to look you up and down in what you presumed to be a dishevelled state, or to really look at Cassian, which you should be thankful for. “I noticed you were arriving from the basement, care to explain why?”  “I-,” Cassian began to explain, but for once he actually shut up when you shot him a pointed look.  “We were heading back up to my suite, must have pushed the wrong button in a hurry,” you were quick to explain. The lie slipped off your tongue easier than expected, especially considering you were lying to one of the most powerful men in the Empire while standing next to a leading member of the Rebellion.  “Yes, I can see that you are in quite a hurry.”  Tarkin’s dry tone didn’t give you any hint as to whether he suspected that something was amiss. Cassian, despite his experience in situations like this, must have been feeling the same way, since his arm once again sneaked around your waist as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.  His hand sneaked lower, from your waist to your hip until it rested right on your ass, an act alone that made heat curl in your stomach, but when he gave it a soft squeeze you couldn’t help the small yelp.  Well, as embarrassing as this was in front of Tarkin, at least now you had a better chance of actually selling your story.  As you tried to think of a way to reciprocate Cassian’s action, and coming up short due to his hand still firmly placed on your ass, the lift dinged. Your breath caught in your throat, fearing that even more Imperials would get on, but luck seemed to be on your side as Tarkin, his eyes like ice, looked you straight into the eyes.  “Goodnight, your Grace, sir.”  He left without uttering another word and only once the doors closed behind him did you dare to take a deep breath.  Though he visibly relaxed, Cassian’s hand never left your body. Instead he leaned closer to your, whispering into your ear in a voice that was nothing if not sinful.  “Tell me to stop any time and I will.”  Before you could ask what he was talking about he once again caught your chin between his fingers, turning and lifting your head until he crashed his lips against yours.  If you had thought his kisses felt good against your neck, they were no comparison to having his lips on yours. They were warm, soft, and as your hands once again found their way to his hair and you gave it a single instinctatious tug, they opened for you, allowing you to let your tongue roam freely across his bottom lip and into his mouth, where his own tongue met yours with enthusiasm.  You pressed your body closer to Cassian, needing to feel more, to feel every part of him against every part of you. At the same time his hand left your ass, moving all over your body, leaving trails of hire in its wake, until one hand found its place on your waist, pulling you even closer, and the other began to caress your neck, applying just a tiny hint of pressure.  Your eyes, though firmly closed, rolled back in your head as your hips moved towards his, needing more, more, more.  Suddenly the lift came to a stop, bringing you out of your haze and reminding you that you needed to breathe.  As the doors slid opened Cassian slowly leaned away from you, though nothing more than a sheet of paper would have fit between your bodies even with the newfound distance.  “Wanna finish what we started, pequeña?”  He didn’t have to ask twice. The fact that the man in front of you was Cassian Andor, the person you hated almost as much as the Empire itself, who got on your nerves and never let an opportunity to show you just how inferior he thought you go by, never crossed your mind. Or at least not in the way that it should. Of course you knew that you had just made out with Cassian, but somehow it didn’t bother you as much as it should. Maybe it was because the entire day he had been decent, if not even friendly, towards you, or the fact that there have been heated looks and touches all day that had seemingly only lead to this, or that you were actually beginning to like him when his mouth was occupied with something other than frowning.  “Lead the way, Captain.”  The title simply rolled off your tongue, but as you saw the way Cassian’s shoulders tensed as he exited the lift before you, you noted to use it more often.  As soon as the door to your suite closed behind you, Cassian turned you around, pressing you to the closed door, as his lips found yours again.  The kiss was less heated than that in the lift, more sensual, slower, allowing you to notice all the small details. How soft Cassian’s hair was between your fingers, the scar along the back of his head, the sharp sting as his teeth sank into your bottom lip only for it to be soothed by his tongue. And his hands.  Oh, his hands would surely be the death of you. They roamed all along your body, caressing and squeezing, pushing his jacket, that you still had wrapped around you, to the ground, giving him better access to your neck.  You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you as he kissed from your jaw down your neck all the way to the beginning of your dress.  He leaned back a bit, making your hands fall from his hair, as he just looked at you.  Though a moment before you had been sure that Cassian wanted you as much as you wanted him, doubt suddenly began to creep up.  “What is it?,” you whispered into the dark room, illuminated only by the city lights outside the window.  Cassian shook his head, licked his lips, and shook his head again.  “Nothing.” He stepped closer to you again, placing his hands on your waist, his thumbs slowly stroking your sides. “I just can’t decide whether I want to finally take this dress off of you or fuck you in it.”  The contrast between his soft caresses, his low voice, and his filthy words, made you clench your thighs together. You were insatiable when it came to this man. “Why not do both?” You bit your bottom lip at the possibility, at the thought of simply feeling more of Cassian’s skin against yours. “Or can you only go one round?” Your bold words shocked you, and it wasn’t until you heard Cassian chuckle that you stopped wanting to take them back. From his earlier actions you had presumed that Cassian would prefer a more submissive partner in bed, and you were happy to take that role, but apparently your banter would have a place inside the bedroom as well as out of it.  “You have no idea what I can do, mi duquesita.” His lips found your neck again, gently sucking on the vulnerable skin. “I don’t just plan on fucking you with my cock, I’ll make you come with my tongue first. I’ll have you begging for me.”  You rolled your eyes, playfully this time, as you looked at him with a smirk. You had to admit that Cassian really knew how to build tension but you wouldn’t beg for anyone, anything.  Instead of giving him an answer your hands reached out for his shirt, beginning to unbutton it to grant you access to his skin. Cassian, for once deciding that helping you would be in his best interest, loosened the tie he was wearing around his neck before pulling it over his head.  Finally, you managed to rid him of the bothersome shirt, and get a good look at him. He was well-built, defined but not overly muscular. Scars littered his skin, some large, some small, as well as what seemed to be a rather new bruise. Though you knew that Cassian was in constant danger, that he had probably escaped death more than once, seeing it with your own eyes brought a sense of protectiveness over you you hadn’t experienced before.  You lifted your hands to gently stroke across his shoulders, down his chest, lingering a little longer on each scar. You stepped closer as Cassian watched you carefully, taking note of every slight change of expression.  “Cassian, I... you’re beautiful.”  The words, maybe the truest words you had ever spoken, slipped past your lips. He really was beautiful. Not just because he was handsome, though of course he was, but because his scars told of his struggles, his dedication to the Rebellion, his willingness to risk his life for the good of the galaxy. With soft touches you stroked along every inch of his skin you could reach, hearing his breath stutter as you lips began to follow your fingers. His skin tasted different than his lips, saltier, earthier, but also truer, not altered by anything he ate or drank.  You placed a soft kiss just above his heart, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.  It was that simply action that broke the spell Cassian was under. He bent down until his lips met yours in another kiss, tongues battling for dominance, until he broke the kiss only to fall to his knees in the next instance.  “What are you doi- oh, oh fuck, Cassian,” you exclaimed as it dawned on you.  Cassian, on his knees and his eyes focused solely on his task, took your ankles and gently pushed them to the sides, allowing your legs and thighs to spread further.  “I told you I’d make you come with my tongue,” he said with a smirk before lifting your skirt and diving underneath.  You could barely see him, with most of his upper body hidden beneath your dress, which somehow made it even hotter, leaving you to anticipate his next action, his next touch.  Gently he stroked up your legs, alternating between kissing each of your thighs, sometimes adding a little bite to the mix, until he reached your center.  One hand placed firmly on your waist he took the finger of the other hand to stroke up and down your covered slit.  “Shit, pequeña, you’re soaked.” His finger found your clothed clit and applied gentle pressure, which turned your insides into lava and made your knees buckle. You needed him.  Cassian slipped his finger, still just the one finger, underneath your panties until it rested on your skin, right on your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the skin just above your panties, not moving his finger.  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he reminded you, not giving you a chance to reply before he finally, fucking finally, slipped his finger inside you.  The groan he let out at the contact was almost as loud as your own. He moved a bit, trying to get a feel of you, trying to resist to overwhelm you but overcome with desire to feel more of your tight, wet heat at the same time.  ”I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said more to himself than to you, and before you could ask what he was talking about you heard the telltale sound of cloth being ripped apart. Cassian had just torn you underwear from your body.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his finger, and just as he entered your pussy his mouth came into contact with your clit, sucking once, twice, as his finger began to thrust into you.  You had heard talk around the rebels that Cassian had game, that he wasn’t a stranger to taking other rebels to bed or even seducing informants to get what he needs, but you had never really believed any of it. Sure, maybe he had a one night stand every now and then, but so did most people in the Rebellion, you had been so sure that there was no way that Cassian Andor could be as good as the talk suggested.  That was until he brought you to a mindblowing orgasm within an embarrassingly short time.  “Ca- Cass- Fuck,” you stuttered pressing your thighs against his head, trying to draw him closer as waves of pleasure swept over you.  Cassian hummed against your core, taking everything you would give him, still sucking your clit while his hands, though slowing down, massaged your tight walls.  As the last of your orgasm ebbed away, Cassian finally crawled out from underneath your dress, and looked up at you still on his knees, wetness coating his mouth, making his beard seem darker than usual.  “You ready for me to make you beg?”  Despite how quickly he had managed to make you come, and the fact that seeing him like that made you wet all over again, you shook your head.  “In your dreams, Andor.”  He chuckled as he got up, leaning close to you as his mouth found the shell of your ear.  “How did you know what I dream about?,” he whispered, his hand sneaking up your back until you suddenly felt a gush of cold air against your skin.  Cassian had, in one smooth motion, pulled the zipper of your dress down. He looked at you, waited for your slight nod, before pulling at the fabric, making the dress fall off your body until it pooled around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a bra and shoes.  “Eres mas hermosa que la luz de las estrellas,” Cassian breathed against your lips. His hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and massaging, and twisting your nipples just right.  “Wait, Cassian, stop,” you gasped as he took one nipple in his mouth through the thin fabric of your bra, sucking in a way that made you see stars. What gave that man the right to be so kriffing good with his mouth?  He immediately let go of you, putting some distance between your bodies, though his hand itched to touch you again, even if just to soothe any harm he might have caused.  “What is it, pequeña? Did I do something wrong?”  He had tried his best to be gentle, to take it slow, not to let his desire overcome him. This was a step in the right direction and he didn’t dare do anything to jeopardize it.  You shook your head, your hand reaching out to take Cassian’s, who let out a relieved breath.  “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just... Don’t you want me to... You know...,” you said, suddenly shier than Cassian had ever seen you as you motioned towards the obvious bulge in his trousers.  Yes, his dick was aching for relief, but he knew that this might be his one chance with you and he wouldn’t blow it by making this all about him and his pleasure.  He shook his head. “Not right now.”  You raised an eyebrow, waited a moment, as if to get him to admit that yes, he did want you to get on your knees for him as he had done for you earlier. But he didn’t say anything.  “Just lay on the bed and let me make you feel good, alright?”  It was a question, nothing like the commands he usually spat out at you, and yet you followed more willingly than you had ever done before.  Sex with Cassian wasn’t like you had imagined it, not that you had imagined it a lot, but when you heard talk around the rebels you couldn’t help but imagine at least a bit. Also whenever you looked at him before he opened his mouth to snap at you, or when you caught him looking at you like he was right now, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Not to mention the instant crush you had developed after actually meeting him for the first time, one that quickly burned out after your second meeting.  You got on the bed, lying down still in your bra and shoes, as Cassian crawled over you, his naked chest meeting your clothed one. You didn’t wait to see what he would do, instead hungry for more, you leaned up, capturing his mouth with yours, returning to the heated kisses from earlier.  He returned the kiss with just as much eagerness, licking into your mouth as his hands once again found their way to your breasts. Your own hands wandered across his back, relishing in the feeling of his skin, feeling every inch of softness, contrasted by rough scars.  Despite his earlier insistence on wanting to focus on you, Cassian couldn’t help himself and began to move his hips, agonisingly slow, against yours, making your still sensitive clit rub against the fabric of his trousers.  Your hands found their way to his ass, using the new leverage to push him further down, to give you more contact where you craved it most.  “Cassian, I need you,” you breathed against his lips, trying your best to hold back the ‘please’ that sat on the tip of your tongue. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging.  He nodded slightly, moving one of his hands from your breast to rub slow circles onto your clit.  Your entire body felt like fire, like ice, you couldn’t focus on anything but Cassian’s hands on your body, his lips gracing your neck, his erection pressing painfully hard against your core.  Your hands were forced to leave his ass as he sat up on his knees, quickly pulling his trousers and underwear off in one motion, before returning to his position above you, pressing hungry kisses to your lips.  “Are you sure about this?”  Instead of an answer you moved your hips up, giving Cassian delicious friction as his cock met your wet pussy for the first time. The moan he let out was sinful, pornographic, and you could have almost come from the sound alone.  You reached down, feeling his erection in the palm of your hand, giving is a few good strokes before gently placing the tip right at your entrance.  “Show me what you got, Captain,” you told him with a smirk.  Cassian bottomed out in one swift stroke, not giving you the chance for another witty remark, instead making you moan as he filled you just right. It was a stretch, but not an uncomfortable one, as if he was meant to be right there.  You began to move your hips, trying to get Cassian to move as well, to give you more, when he pushed you down with a heavy breath, making you halt your movements.  “Shit, pequeña, give me a moment. I need- need to-,” he groaned as you ignored his request, moving your legs this time, wrapping them around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your heat.  Cassian looked at you with new fire in his eyes. “You wanna play dirty?”  He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside of you, and slammed back in with newfound vigour. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to moan, to even breathe, all you could do was think that you wanted more, needed more, that maybe he’d have you begging for him after all.  He set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you again and again until you were finally able to adjust and move your hips in sync with his. Your hands wandered up to his head, pulling him down in a bruising kiss, biting his lips, licking into his mouth. What had started as sex, as making love almost, had quickly turned into fucking, but by the stars it brought you closer and closer to the edge.  As you felt yourself nearing another orgasm, needing just a little bit more to push you over the edge, you removed one of your hands from Cassian’s hair with the intent of giving some attention to your aching clit.  Cassian, however, quick as a whip, caught both your hands in one of his, pinning them above your head with a shake of his head.  “Not so fast. I told you I’d have you begging.”  You couldn’t think of a reply, could barely even shake your head, with his fast pace, the way his cock hit that spot over and over again.  To hell with your pride.  “Please, please, Cassian, make me come. I need it, Captain, I need you.”  You felt his cock twitch inside of you, grinning as you had seemingly found his weak spot. Nevermind that begging was something you were usually too proud to do, especially with a man in the bedroom, if it brought Cassian that close to the edge you could use it to your advantage. Add to that your newfound knowledge of how much he liked being addressed by his title and you knew you could tease him for the rest of his days.  “You fuck me so good, Captain. Please let me come,” you whispered in his ear.  The hand around your wrists began to shake ever so slightly, telling you just how much you were really affecting him. His other hand finally found its way to your clit, rubbing slow circles that rapidly began to increase in speed. You had him right where you wanted him, and he still thought he was the one in control.  “I knew you’d beg,” he grinned, supposed victory obvious in your voice.  You came. Your vision went white, ecstasy burned through your veins. You couldn’t remember having an orgasm like this ever before.  Cassian continued to fuck you through it, his pace never slowing down as he began to near his own end. He began to stutter just as you calmed down, making him lose control for a moment, just long enough for you to gather all your energy and twist your bodies, making you end up on top of Cassian, who suddenly found himself on his back.  “Wha- what are you doing?”  You grinned down at him as you sat up on your knees, slowly beginning to bounce on his cock.  “You didn’t think I would be the only one to beg, did you, Captain?,” you asked in a sickly sweet voice before leaning down again, pressing your tits against his chest, pushing your hips down at the same time as your lips reached his mouth. “I bet you sound real pretty when you ask me to make you come.”  Cassian could do nothing but thrust his hips up, unable to regain control as you clenched around him, bringing him ever closer to the edge but not close enough.  You continued bouncing, clenching, stroking your clit with one hand while the other was placed firmly above Cassian’s racing heart. You truly were a vision to behold, tits bouncing, face twisted in pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream. Cassian was sure that in that moment he could die a happy man, or almost happy at least, he still needed to come. The thought of releasing inside of you, of marking you where no one else would see it, made him go feral, push his hips up further, faster. And just as he was about to come, you halted your movements.  “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?,” you laughed. The hand above his heart wandered along his chest, up his neck where it came to rest. You squeezed gently, not enough to make him lose his breath, just enough to tell him that you could, to remind him that you were now the one in control.  You began to move again, clenching even tighter around his dick, telling him that you were about to come again while not giving him enough to join you.  “Shit, mi duquesita, you want me to beg? Fine, I’ll beg,” Cassian grunted, no longer caring that you were using his own tactic against him. “Please, I beg of you, let me come, make me come. I’ll do whatever you want.”  The image of Cassian on his knees flashed before your eyes again. You supposed that having him eating you out once more before you’d have to leave in the morning would be enough to grant him an orgasm right now.  Your hand around his neck tightened, as did your walls around his cock. Your bounces became faster again, deeper, as Cassian pushed himself up to meet you halfway. Just as you felt yourself nearing another orgasm a hot rope of cum caught you by surprise, leading you to quickly give way to pleasure again.  Coming together with Cassian was almost poetic, your moans, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin, and heavy breathing filled the air before you finally fell down on top of him, utterly spend.  Your head came to rest on his shoulder, his now softening dick still buried deep inside of you. Cassian’s hand stroked up and down your back, every now and then playfully squeezing your ass.  “That was...,” he began before stopping. There were no words to describe what that was. It was unlike any sex he had ever had.  “Yeah,” you admitted, relaxing even more against him.  You felt your eyes beginning to drop, your breathing to even, and maybe you had fallen asleep for a little while when you suddenly felt yourself moving.  Opening your eyes again you realised that Cassian had carried you over to the bathroom. He put you down, holding you a moment longer to make sure that your feet would carry you, before nodding in the direction of the toilet.  “I’ll leave you to it.”  He closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in the bathroom, alone with your thoughts.  You slept with Cassian Andor. The Cassian Andor, the one you couldn’t stand, who you were pretty sure couldn’t stand you either, and it was good, great even. You let out a sigh as you went about your business in the bathroom, shaking your head as you flushed the toilet and grabbed a clean cloth to at least try to clean the bed enough to sleep in it tonight.  But as you re-entered the room you were caught by surprise once again. Cassian had stripped the bed, leaving nothing but the bare mattress, blankets and pillows. He handed you a bottle of water as you stepped closer.  “I think it might be best if we both sleep in my bed tonight,” he said as you drank almost the entire bottle in one go.  Too tired to argue, to explain why that would be a bad idea, you simply nodded your head, following Cassian to the other room and sitting down on his slightly smaller bed.  “Do you need anything else?”  You shook your head as you sank down onto the bed, burying your head in the soft pillows. You were fast asleep before Cassian could even turn off the lights. 

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The next morning Cassian woke to your soft snores next to him.  Though he had placed his arms around you last night, you had drifted away from him in your sleep, giving him a good view of your face. You looked younger in your sleep, peaceful, less troubled. Looking at your innocent face now Cassian couldn’t understand how he could once have thought you to be an enemy, someone who only gave the Rebellion just enough to get your own gain. Over time, but especially last night, he had come to realise that he had been wrong about you. He now understood that though you didn’t do as much as you maybe could, it was for a good reason, you couldn’t risk gaining unwanted attention, putting everyone you laid your life on the line to protect in danger.  His eyes drifted away from your sleeping face towards the clock on the nightstand, which made his heart race for a whole other reason.  You were late.  Quickly he got dressed, threw the essentials into a duffle bag, and shook your shoulder.  “Wake up, we need to catch the next ship out of here if we’re to deliver the list in time.”  You blinked, lights rapidly attacking your eyes, only to see Cassian, already dressed, standing over you. It took you a moment to remember the events of last night, how you had ended up naked in his bed, but once the memories returned, so did your usual anger at him.  Was he really about to pretend that last night hadn’t happened? Go back to business as usual?  Without another word you threw on your underwear, a pair of comfortable trousers and a simply blouse before taking the bag Cassian offered you and sneaking out of the room together.  You tried your best to act as if the man next to you was nothing more than a guard once again, putting on an act for any Imperials who might be watching.  “Are you leaving us already?,” the same lieutenant who had greeted you last night asked as you were about to exit the building.  You nodded. “There are urgent matters I need to attend to back home. No rest for the wicked and all that.”  He seemed to believe you, to not notice the uncertainty in your voice, and let you pass to hurry to the waiting speeder.  The journey to Yavin 4, the rebel base you had only visited once before, was uneventful. You and Cassian barely shared more than a few words, though admittedly you were always surrounded by either your staff oder Imperial border controls, which did make speaking about last night rather difficult.  Finally at base, having sent all but your most trusted staff ahead to Kamaanti, you turned to face Cassian for what felt like the first time in an eternity.  He looked at you, an expression on his face that you had never seen before. His brows were drawn, his lips pressed into a thin line. If you didn’t know any better you would have said he seemed uncertain, nervous almost.  You opened your mouth to speak, wanting to set the tone for the conversation. On the way over you had planned it all out, you were going to say that though you didn’t regret anything, and though the sex was great, it didn’t change things between you, it couldn’t.  “Captain Andor, Mon Mothma wants to speak to you,” a Togruta woman you didn’t know told him in passing.  Cassian’s eyes scanned your face as if to anticipate your reaction.  “You should go,” you told him, trying your best not to sound disappointed. Right now you were prepared to have this conversation with him, you didn’t know if you’d be as prepared later. “We’ll talk later.”  With a nod and one last look at you over his shoulder Cassian made his way to give the mission report. You’d still be there when he came back, he would only be gone a couple of minutes and it seemed as if you wanted to talk just as much as he did, you wouldn’t run.  But ‘later’ turned into days, weeks.  By the time Cassian returned from the briefing you were long gone, needed for an emergency on Kamaanti, ironically the same excuse you had given the Imperial lieutenant earlier that day.  Cassian couldn’t reach you, he didn’t know how to, the only people in the Rebellion who could actually reach you were Ahsoka Tano and Bail Organa and it wasn’t like Cassian could just go over to either of them and tell them that he needed to talk to you.  It wasn’t until almost two months later that he heard from you again. He had just returned from a mission, rather short and easy compared to what he was used to, when he ran into Ahsoka on the way back to his room.  “Captain Andor, there you are,” she said more to herself than to Cassian, though he still heard her.  “Is something the matter?”  The Togruta shook her head, lekkus moving with it. “No, everything’s fine. The Duchess of Kamaanti was just looking for you earlier.”  The words caught Cassian off guard. By now he had convinced himself that he wouldn’t hear from you again, that he should put what happened between the two of you in the past.  “Where is she?” He knew he sounded impatient, probably shouldn’t talk to Ahsoka like this, but he needed to see you, to finally have that talk he had been waiting for for months.  A small smirk found the way to Ahsoka’s lips at his urgency. “She left, she was only here to drop something off.”  Cassian nodded, forcing down a sigh. Of course you had slipped through his fingers again.  Yet another month went by until he heard from you again.  Cassian was called into a meeting early in the morning, earlier than usual that is, and he was just about to close his eyes for a second, just one second, after yet another sleepless night staring at reports and mission plans, when he heard your name.  “-and Klieml will attend the dinner, during which there is sure to be talk.”  Cassian cursed himself internally for not paying attention that very second. The meeting, though important,  didn’t really concern him, not when he had so many other things to do, and some much needed sleep to catch up on. What had they said? Why would they send Janna Klieml on a mission with you instead of him?  “Because, Captain Andor, this is an important mission and we cannot risk either of you messing it up with that little feud of yours,” Mon Mothma said matter of factly, making Cassian realise that in his sleep deprived state he had actually asked his questions out loud.  Cassian couldn’t do anything except nod. He could argue, try to convince Mon Mothma that  he should be the one to accompany you, later when there were less people around. Though even then he had no idea how to convince her, how to explain to her that he didn’t hate you anymore, probably never hated you but only your title and that it was one you actually did your best to use not only to your own, but the Rebellion’s, advantage.  “As I was saying,” Mon Mothma continued. “The Duchess will hopefully get valuable information during the dinner while Klieml will try to get General Truks’s staff to talk.”  The rest of the meeting went by quickly, Cassian tried his best to pay better attention, to not let your upcoming mission consume his thoughts. But as soon as everyone else left the room he walked straight over to Mon Mothma.  “I think I should be send on this mission instead of Klieml. I accompanied her to the masquerade ball a while back, Imperials have already seen the two of us together, if would be less suspicious than having her show up with a new personal guard.”  Mon Mothma looked him up and down, clearly trying to asses the situation, to find out Cassian’s motivation for asking for this mission.  “Andor,” she finally said. “We both know that the Duchess has a big staff, multiple guards, and that it wouldn’t be suspicious for her to have another guard accompany her, a female guard at that, especially to this dinner. So if you want to convince me to give you this mission you’ll have to give me the real reason you want it.”  Cassian, skilled spy that he was, knew that lying would be pointless. Not only would Mothma be able to see through any lie, it wouldn’t get him what he wanted anyway.  “I need to speak to the Duchess, we have unfinished business. I also know her better than Klieml, we’ve worked together before and had to come up with plans on the spot. Despite our differences we’re a good team.”  He looked her straight in the eyes, not knowing whether he had given her enough to convince her.  “I’m going to give you this mission against my better judgement, but know that if you fail there will be consequences, not just for you, but for the entire Rebellion.” Cassian nodded. He had anticipated that much, after all, what mission was without consequences? But if that meant he’d have the chance to talk to you, even if just to make sure that your relationship hadn’t taken a turn for the worse, he’d take it. 

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Cassian came to regret his decision as soon you he laid eyes on you.  He had been waiting in your personal library for you to show up so he could accompany you to the dining room, where you would greet your guest. Finally the door opened and you walked through. It wasn’t your dress that caught his attention, though it was of course stunning, but rather the look in your eyes. “Cassian,” you said, clearly trying not to let any emotions show.   He didn’t know what to do other than to repeat your name in the same astonished voice. He cleared his throat. Once, twice.  “I don’t think right now is a good time to talk,” you finally said after a moment of silence.  “We should talk,” Cassian said at the same time.  You stepped closer to him, closing the door behind you, looking the two of you into a room with nothing else but a thousand books.  Cassian could smell your perfume in the air, the same scent you had worn that fateful night, the same scent that reminded him of your moans, the taste of your skin. He had to get this off his chest now, otherwise he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully concentrate on the mission.  “We have a dinner, a mission, we-,” you stopped talking as Cassian stepped closer, as he placed his hand on your cheek.  He began to stroke the soft skin of your cheek, relishing the touch of your skin against his, longing to place his lips on yours once more.  “We have enough time for one conversation, mi duquesita,” he insisted.  You nodded your head, unable to stop yourself. Deep down you knew, same as Cassian, that you needed to get this out of the way now in order to be able to concentrate during the dinner.  “I wont apologise for what happened on Coruscant, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Cassian stated, making you shake your head.  You hadn’t been looking for an apology, weren’t going to issue one either.  You had spent countless hours thinking of your next encounter with Cassian, planning every single word ahead of time, only to now find yourself speechless in his presence.  “I think that maybe it’s good that it happened, that we did what we did. Maybe it was what we needed in order to release some tension.”  Cassian could only nod along with your words. He had been thinking along the same lines. As soon as he kissed you for the first time all the tension, the hate, that usually floated between the two of you had disappeared. Maybe that was what your relationship was supposed to be like, heated tension building until you could release it in a physical way.  “Maybe we should keep it going,” you suggested, your voice wavering ever so slightly as you spoke again.  Though this was something Cassian himself had thought as well he was somewhat surprised to hear it out of your mouth. He gently stroked along your cheek with the hand that was still holding your face. He knew, as did you, that it would be a good arrangement, it would help you release not only the tension between the two f you that endangered neither your own lives nor the Rebellion, while at the same time giving you an outlet for all the stress said dangerous lives led to.  “Just casual sex?”  You nodded, confirming the deal. “Nothing more. Enemies with benefits, so to say.”  Cassian leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours as your hands found their way to his hips.  “Are we enemies, mi duquesita?”  His low voice and that nickname made you clench your thighs. It brought back memories you really shouldn’t think about right before an important dinner. That’s what was so great about this, you didn’t have to think of Cassian, not the way you would think of a romantic partner, while going about your day to day life, while behind closed doors you could indulge in all the sinful ways he could offer you pleasure.  “We’re not friends.”  A small smirk found its way to Cassian’s lips as he leaned impossibly closer, letting his breath ghost over your own lips.  “No, we’re not friends,” he repeated in a teasing voice that brought a smile to your lips, the first genuine smile all day. “And I don’t think we ever will be.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, chaste and almost sweet, but the moment you tried to deepen it he pulled away again.  “We’re something else entirely,” he whispered.  And just as you were about to reply a knock on the door and a quiet voice from the hallway told you that your guest had arrived. 

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While a lot could be said about the dinner, it wasn’t boring.  General Willem Trusk had recently been promoted and was now an Imperial officer of great standing, highly trusted by Tarkin, and it was rumoured even by the Emporer himself. He was also surprisingly funny and good looking for a ruthless fascist, which you had known before, this being your fourth meeting and second private dinner with him, but it shocked you every time.  “I must admit, there is never a dull moment with you, Duchess.”  You shook your head as you lifted your wine glass to your slips, trying to hide the small smile on your lips. Sure, he was a terrible person, but he was still a good looking man your age who had just complimented you.  “Please, I think we’re way beyond such formalities. I would like for you to call me by my first name.”  Other than you Trusk didn’t even try to hide his smile. You knew you had him right where you wanted him. It took every bit of self control you had not to glance over to the corner of the room where Cassian stood, once again wearing the uniform of your personal guard.  You knew Cassian would have to leave soon, to mingle with the staff Trusk had brought with him and try to get information out of them, but right now you took comfort in knowing that he was here, and that you had come to an arrangement about your relationship.  “You have been kind enough to invite me for dinner twice now, I think it is about time I repaid the favour, though of course I don’t have a palace as grant as yours. There is however a very nice dinner party for high-ranking Imperial officers soon and it would be an honour if you were to accompany me,” Tusk said, looking you straight in the eye while he spoke as if searching for awe in them. “Usually only spouses are allowed to accompany officers but I’m sure they’d make an exception for the Duchess of Kamaanti.”  The words echoed in Cassian’s brain as he made his way through the servants’ hallway to the kitchen. Another guard, an actual guard this time, had taken his place, and he was now supposed to get any information he could gather out of the General’s own staff. One was a pretty Twi’lek girl, one he would usually flirt with until she gave him what he wanted, but right now, whenever he thought of a pick up line or anything else to say to her, your face kept popping up in his brain.  He finally reached the kitchen, which was almost quiet now that dinner and desert had been served, and it only took him a moment to spot the Twi’lek girl he thought to be his best chance to get information.  Cassian grabbed a piece of bread and some cheese from an abandoned plate before making his way over to her. He casually leaned against the whole, breaking off half of his bread to offer to her.  “You must be hungry.” Not the smoothest way to start a conversation but better than nothing.  But the girl just shook her head. “I was given a good dinner. The Duchess is very generous.”  Cassian just nodded. He had barely managed to keep you out of his head for a few moment and yet there you were again.  “You’re lucky to be working for someone as kind as she is,” the girl continued and it took all of Cassian’s strength not to roll his eyes. Of course he just had to have chosen the one servant who didn’t enjoy gossip.  “Though if all goes to plan of course I will be working for her as well very soon.”  This finally managed to catch Cassian off guard. He tore off another piece of bread, quickly chewing before asking whether she was going to quit her job with the General to come working for you.  The Twi’lek shook her head with a laugh that seemed genuine, almost as if she was laughing about Cassian.  “I meant that surely the will combine their staff once they’re married. I supposed the General will move to Kamaanti to be closer to his wife and-”  Cassian held up a hand, interrupting her before she could say anything else. His brain was working so hard there might as well be steam coming out of his ears. Were you engaged to that Imperial? How could no one have told him? Why didn’t you?  “I had no idea they were that serious,” he finally said, trying his best to swallow the last bit of cheese despite his suddenly very dry throat.  She laughed again and this time the sound was beginning to anger Cassian.  “They’re not. Not yet at least, but the General is going to propose very soon. He needs a wife, all the high ranking officers have one and the Duchess is the perfect candidate. She’s powerful, wealthy, beautiful, and he actually seems to like her, something that cannot be said for all married officers.”  She spoke matter of factly, as if expecting Cassian to already know all of this. If he really were working for you he probably would, but Imperial marriages weren’t her area of expertise.  “Rumour also has it that the General is going to be given some big secret task, so maybe he wants to settle down before that, to have someone to lean on if he is given more responsibility,” she added, and before Cassian could say anything else, try to get any information out of her regarding said task, a young servant boy entered the kitchen, saying that the General was leaving and that you were asking for Cassian. 

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Cassian slammed the door shut behind him, making you jump from where you sat at you vanity, applying moisturiser.  You turned around, a deadly look in your eyes.  “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago,” you started. “And don’t slam doors again.”  Cassian couldn’t even look at you, not now that he knew that those same eyes had just looked at an Imperial as your potential husband, that those lips had smiled at him, maybe even kissed him. Rage took over his body, rage that he had worked his entire life to keep under control, and yet you somehow brought it out without saying a single word. Or maybe because you didn’t say a word.  “When were you going to tell me that you’ll marry him?”  The words were out before Cassian could stop himself.  You looked him up and down and Cassian couldn’t tell whether you were thinking of what to say or waiting for him to continue.  “I wasn’t aware that my personal life was any of your business,” you finally said, getting up from your vanity and pulling on the robe that had been hanging over the chair.  Cassian didn’t pay any attention to the soft silk adorning your nearly naked body, nor the thin pyjama that covered very little and even then was almost see through. How could you not see how dangerous a game you were playing?  “This isn’t personal, it’s about the Rebellion. What do you think your husband would do if he found out? Do you think he’d be merciful?”  You scoffed. With slow steps you walked over to Cassian until you were standing right in front of him, your naked feet touching the tips of his shoes, your chests almost pressed together.  “Of course it’s about the Rebellion, what do you think why I’m doing this? I don’t love him, I don’t even like him, but he’s more powerful than I could ever hope to be.” A sad smile crossed your lips. “Can you imagine the information he has? What I could get my hands on as his wife?”  Cassian could. As the General’s wife you would have the highest ranking Imperials over as dinner guests, would be part of the inner circle and gain knowledge you simply cannot right now. The rational part of him knew that it was a good plan, and yet he disliked it.  He lifted his hand, slowly stroking along your cheekbone with his index finger before cupping your face in his hand and leaning his forehead against yours.  “Please, be careful.” He took a deep breath, the words flowing freely from his mouth. “I’ve lost so many friends, good friends, I cannot lose you too.”  You lifted your hand to run it through his hair, a gesture so soft it made Cassian sigh due to the comfort it brought. He didn’t remember the last time someone had touched his as gently as you did, the last time someone made him feel as at home as you did.  “I wasn’t aware that we’re friends,” you whispered, your lips now ghosting over his own. “Just a few hours ago we weren’t, and until a couple of weeks ago we were basically sworn enemies.”  Cassian opened his mouth but before any words could get out you pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a heated kiss.  “You’re right,” he panted as he pressed sloppy kisses down your neck, pushing your dressing gown out of the way to gain access to all the skin your pyjama showed. “We’re not friends.”  The way he said it set your whole body on fire. In the end if didn’t even matter what you called yourself, all that mattered was the way Cassian made you feel with a few whispered words, with his lips and tongue and fingers. And his cock.  You could already feel it pressing against your lower stomach, hard and firm even through the tick material of his trousers.  You hadn’t had the opportunity last time but now you were dying to taste him, to bring him pleasure with just your hands and mouth. You no longer wanted him to beg for you, you wanted own him.  Just as you were about to sneak a hand to the button of his trousers, Cassian began to suck on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, a place so obvious and visible you would for sure have to cover it tomorrow.  “You’re mine,” Cassian said, his voice loud and clear, as he leaned away to fully look at what you were sure was a hickey that would stand out for days to come.  His words made you clench your thighs together, you were sure that by now you had soaked through not only your underwear but also your thin pyjama shorts.  The way he looked at you only underlined his words. It wasn’t the look of superiority and ownership with which Trusk had regarded you earlier, it was a look that spoke of belonging, of wanting to protect what was yours, of desire.  You didn’t know what to say so you did the only thing that felt right. You unbuttoned his trousers, pulled the zipper down with a loud noise, but your hands didn’t go straight to his cock, which by now you were sure must have been aching. Instead you let your hands roam free under his shirt, feeling his soft skin against yours, running your fingers over every ab and scar before settling one hand on his rapidly beating heart.  Cassian, whose hands had fallen to your waist, looked at you. He didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything, he just looked at you.  Reluctantly you removed your hands from his chest. You leaned up to press a quick kiss to Cassian’s lips before making quick work his the bothersome shirt, ripping it more than unbuttoning.  “Someone’s a little eager,” Cassian finally said.  You looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes, trying your best to look innocent, as if you hadn’t just ripped the clothes from his back.  “Just trying to get a look at what’s mine.” The words had left your lips before you could stop yourself. Only once you saw Cassian’s soft smile did you realise that you were glad you had said it. Maybe the two of you were nothing more than fuck buddies, but right here, right now, Cassian belonged to you.  You finally pushed his shirt out of the way and Cassian did the rest of the work, getting it off and throwing it somewhere, neither of you caring where the bothersome piece of clothing had landed.  You looked at Cassian, at how the soft lights in the room reflected in his eyes, on his skin, making shadows appear darker, casting him in an ethereal light.  You let out a breath you’ve been holding, the air escaping from your lungs ghosting over Cassian’s naked chest, making goose bumps rise up in the process. You fought the smirk threatening to rise to your lips. It was a unique sort of power, knowing that you could make Cassian feel like this by something as simple as breathing. It had you wondering what else you could to do him.  “Take off your clothes,” you whispered into his ear, your voice as seductive as you could make it sound.  Cassian didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his shoes and socks before quickly pulling down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion. Within seconds he stood before you, no clothes to hid behind, baring it all to you.  You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. one of your hands finding his cock at the same time and giving it a few strokes. Already you could feel precum at the tip. You wondered whether Cassian was this eager with everyone he slept with or if you really did hold some unique power over him.  His own hands wandered to the bottom of your top, slowly lifting it inch by inch.  “Your turn, mi duquesita.”  But you only shook your head. You had something else in mind, and a favour to repay, he wouldn’t get you naked this easy.  Gently, but firm, you took his hands in yours, removing them from your top and instead leading him over to a gigantic armchair in the corner of the room. This was where you usually curled up with a book, or sometimes with reports late at night when you couldn’t sleep.  Cassian understood without needing to be told. He sat down, his knees just far enough apart to allow you to stand between them. You settled yourself on one of his thighs, leaning forward to trail kisses all over his exposed neck, up to his jaw, where his beard tickled your lips in an almost familiar way. Cassian twisted underneath your touch as one of your hands found his dick again, swirling the leaking precum around the tip and giving it a few strokes just as your lips captured his in a heated kiss. He let out an almost needy moan as your tongues met just as you squeezed his cock, a sound that you knew you would do your best to hear again and again.  Before you knew it you had swung one of your legs over his thigh and involuntary begun to move, rubbing yourself on his leg, giving much needed relief to your aching clit.  You opened your mouth in a breathless pant as Cassian removed one of his hands from your hips, where he had put them to steady you and move you along his thigh at the same time, to sneak it through the bottom of your shorts and panties to your clit. He didn’t circle it like you had expected, instead he gave it a soft squeeze, almost painful but too pleasurable to really notice the ache.  There was nothing to be done to muffle your scream.  “That’s it, let me hear you.”  You continued to move your hands and your hips, your orgasm building quicker and quicker as Cassian caught one of your clothes nipples in his mouth, wetting the material with his tongue before biting down ever so softly, only to soothe it with this tongue once more.  In the end you weren’t sure whether it was his leg beneath your pussy, his fingers on your clit, his mouth on your breasts, or the filthy encouragements he whispered that had you unraveling. There was no holding back the moans as you finished, nor did you want to hold them in, not when you could feel Cassian’s dick twitching with every sound from your mouth, with every bit of wetness leaking through your clothes.  “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His lips ghosted over yours, barely touching, just taking comfort in sharing this moment, sharing the same air. “I bet Trusk could never make you feel like this.”  And the moment was gone.  You sat up straight, tried your best to look as if Cassian hadn’t just rocked your world, as you looked him in the eyes. There was something of defiance in them, as well as something darker, something buried deep inside, that you couldn’t quite identify.  “Way to ruin the moment, Andor.”  Your hands slipped from his still hard dick and in the next second you got up, suddenly feeling dirty and wanting to be as far away from Cassian as possible.  You walked over to your window, wrapped your arms around yourself, as you looked over the darkness outside. A few lamps were illuminating the park beneath your window, in the distance you could see small lights, probably servants smoking. You refused to look at your reflection, instead straining your eyes to focus on anything else, even if it was something as simple as a tree.  You had been so focused on ignoring Cassian, expecting him to get dressed and leave the room, that it took you by surprise when you felt warm hands on your cold body. It was only when he wrapped his arms around you, one around your waist and one around your shoulders, and pulled you against his chest that you noticed that you had in fact started to shiver in your thin pyjama.  “I didn’t mean to offend you.”  You looked at Cassian’s reflection in the window, only to see that he was already looking at you. His grip tightened as he noticed your gaze, almost as if he was afraid you would pull away from him.  “We should get away from the window,” you finally said after moments of silence. “Someone might see. It isn’t proper.”  You felt Cassian’s chuckle against your back before you heard it. His lips attached themselves to your neck once more, peppering soft kisses along it.  “Nothing about our relationship is proper.”  You didn’t say anything. Didn’t correct that there was no relationship between the two of you. Instead you looked at him, at his soft brown hair that you had run your fingers through, the small scar above his eyebrow that was probably the result of some daring tale, his beard, that had felt so good against your skin. You knew that you had never truly hated Cassian, had only ever reflected his negative feelings towards you back at him, but now you were beginning to wonder if you reflected all feelings back. Ever since you had last seen him you had thought of your relationship, of when it all went wrong after a first meeting that had left you wanting to see the handsome rebel again. You knew that something must have happened between your first and second meeting and that whatever had changed Cassian’s opinion on you had once again shifted.  “Cassian, why don’t you want me to marry Trusk?”  It was a simple question, one that you thought you deserved to know the answer to.  Now it was Cassian who avoided looking at you. He pressed a kiss to your head before resting his forehead against your shoulder, breathing in your scent, grounding himself in the moment.  “I have given so much to the Rebellion,” he whispered into the dark. “And I was glad to give everything I had. I would give my life and do so willingly, but I won’t give you.”  You turned around in his arms, forcing him to lift his head and look at you. One of your hands cupped his cheek, just holding him.  “I am not yours to give, Cassian.”  He leaned into your touch, closed his eyes and nodded slightly.  “I know.” He was silent for a moment and you didn’t know what to say either. After what felt like an eternity he continued. “I know it doesn’t make any sense but when I first met you I thought there might be something there, something we could build on. I found myself wishing that we had met under different circumstances, in a different time. And then I got back and I found out who you were, that you carry a title that stands for everything I have spend most of my life fighting against.”  You didn’t know what to say. You had always suspected that your title was the reason behind Cassian’s changed attitude towards you but hearing it out of his mouth was something else, it twisted something inside you. Did he still feel this way?  “It felt like a future was being ripped from my hands, a future we likely wouldn’t have had to begin with. I thought that you were only helping the Rebellion to ease your conscience, tossing us a bone every once in a while to keep us hooked. And yet I couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. I wanted to hate you, tried to make myself hate you.”  You nodded. You had felt the same way. At first you had hoped to find a friend in Cassian but even after a short conversation you could tell that there was a chance the two of you could become something more. And then he changed, he seemed to despise you, and you tried to mirror his behaviour, his feelings, and yet you mourned for what could have been.  “I realised that I was wrong the night of the ball, and that I had wasted so much time in trying to hate you. Time we could have spent together.”  The look in Cassian’s eyes made your insides melt. He was being honest, vulnerable, putting his heart in your hands.  “We don’t even really know each other. You don’t know my mother’s name, I don’t know your favourite colour. Who’s to say that we would even work?”  Cassian twisted his head, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist. That simple gesture, the way he made your heartbeat quicken, told you that you would burn down the entire galaxy to find a way for your relationship to work. Cassian Andor had a way of turning off the logical part of your brain.  “But I know how you make me feel, how I make you feel. I know that you’re my home, you’re the one thing in the galaxy that means more to me than the Rebellion. I’ve been a fighter my whole life but with you I’ve found peace.”  You stepped impossibly closer to him, removing your hand from his cheek in order to wrap your arms around him as you rested your head on his chest, taking comfort in the steady beating of his heart.  “We agreed to be casual just a few hours ago, Cassian.”  You breathed in his scent, relished in feeling his skin under your hands, your cheek. You’ve heard tales of soulmates, of people bound together by what you parents used to call the Force. They had grown up in a different time, in a time where it was still easy to believe in fairytales and true love, in knights guided by a higher power. You had never hoped to find what they had, the love the two of them shared, had always known that your marriage would be a political one. There was no love under the Empire, only loss.  And yet, maybe that was what this was between you and Cassian, maybe feeling drawn to him, knowing that you could easily love him if only you let yourself, meant that you were soulmates.  “That was before I knew that I could lose you.”  You thought about his words. Yes, you could marry Trusk and be out of Cassian’s reach, but you could also be the one to lose him. He risked his life every day, the scars all over his body told of how often he had only narrowly escaped death. You had seen his name on the Empire’s kill list with your own eyes.  “I can’t promise you forever. I can’t promise not to marry Trusk if it’s what’s best for the Rebellion. But I can promise that I’ll be yours as long as the stars allow.”  You lifted your head from Cassian’s chest to look at him, only to find his eyes already focused on you. He moved a hand to the back of your neck, gently tracing his fingers through your hair.  “As long as the stars allow,” he repeated, whispering the words against your lips, against your neck, as his lips moved down.  And even if the stars, fate, the Force or whatever power controlled the galaxy were to decide that Cassian was ripped from you the very next day, at least you were allowed one perfect night together. 

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Ok, this was honestly a mess! Not only was it my second (and first published) time writing smut, I also had no idea where the story was supposed to go and it ended kinda weird. I might one day write a part two to make up for that, we’ll see. 

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Thanks to @blue-ties-and-green-eyes for helping with the Spanish! 

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I'll Take Care of You

Pairing – Cassian Andor x GN!Reader

Summary – Cassian has spent most of his life caring for Maarva, so he wasn't unfamiliar with comforting those he loves. Especially you. So he sees you are sick, he immediately springs into action and supports you like he always does.

Word Count – 2015

Warnings – Mentions of vomiting and sickness.

A/N – This is a reupload since for whatever reason it was hidden from tags.

Beneath those cold and hard eyes, Cassian’s heart was warm. You saw him for who he really was, what he stood for, and the determined endless fight for those he loved. Cassian always looked so intimidating to the average man, he acted serious all of the time with a face full of stoicism. He had been through so much as a child, being rescued by Maarva but to be torn from the life he grew up in to learn another.

Goodness, and Maarva. She and Andor were inseparable. You knew her so well that you could even consider her your other mother. You found it cute how much Andor cared for her, he would always put her in front of himself, he was such a momma’s boy. When you learned that Maarva rescued him, he made it known that he owed it to her, ready to risk it all. As she got older, Andor got stronger, and as she got more reliant, he was still forever and always supporting her.

Whenever he saw you, though, his austere expression would falter, and a much open and happier Cassian would be brought to the light. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this different Cassian, you treated him like you treated everyone else you met. Except you made him feel special and loved, you acted like you really cared for him with a sincerity he never knew he needed. 

You were like a beacon to him, he had grown so attached to you that he knew when something was wrong. When somebody had been mean to you, or you had been broken up with, you couldn’t match his level of impassiveness and he always knew. He would show them a piece of his mind for messing with you, for messing with him. He was always a part of you, always sticking up for you and staying by your side. No relentless teasing from your friends about how protective he was of you would ever break the bond you both had.

It was almost like a sixth sense, he had. Today was one of those days he knew you weren’t doing so well. You hadn’t shown up to meet him in your usual spot, and he became increasingly more worried as time passed. When he decided to investigate your whereabouts, he saw you emerge from behind a building. You wore something more comfortable than you normally did, something more homely and warm, clutching it around your body. Your pace towards him was slow, and you didn’t look very lively.

He wanted to smile at your arrival, but when he heard the harsh sniffles from your blocked nose, the grin was wiped from his face. He didn’t let you force yourself to move any further to him, and he brought himself to you, reaching to you in comfort.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Cass.” You told him, your voice sounded quiet and faded as if you were losing it. You saw one of the many looks of Cassian, not glee, not serious, but worrying. The same look he’d give you when he’d catch your glossy eyes on the verge of tears. That time, you regretted looking into those concerned eyes because you realised how lucky you were to have him in your life.

“No, no. You didn’t keep me waiting at all, Princess. What’s wrong?” He asked you. You splayed your palm on his chest to push him away, and let out the most gruesome, wet, and throaty cough he had ever heard into your elbow. You had indirectly answered his question.

“I think I might’ve caught a bug or something.” You rubbed your own chest to soothe the aftermath of that mucusy belt.

“We don’t have to hang out today, you know. You should be resting.” You had hoped that your sickness was actually just one of those spontaneous phlegmy mornings and it would go away as the day progressed. You had doubted your own judgement and left your house in a shivering and sick mess.

“Please.” You rasped. “Please take me home.” He hugged your shoulders, wanting to keep you warm and not daring to have you leave his side.

“Too far. My house is closer.” He told you. You truly wanted to object to being accommodated in his home while you were ill, but you weren’t sure if you could even make it all the way to your house. As always, Cassian was right.

“But, Maarva.” You protested.

“Maarva won’t mind you, she never has. She enjoys your company, remember? You’re like another addition to the family.” He comforted you while you both walked. You were still just as slow and weak as you were when he saw you, so he made sure that he went at your pace.

“She can never have enough kids, can she?” You joked, and Cassian laughed. You weren’t sure if it was genuine, or if it was just another one of his supporting techniques. You were never quite sure, but either way, it worked. His warm smile made your stomach do flips, or was it the sickness? It was all just waves of nausea to you.

When he opened the door to his home and let you step inside, you could see the blurry figure of Maarva perched in her favourite armchair. That’s where she liked to sit most days. You were getting dizzy though, cold sweat was forming across your forehead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Bee was eagerly ready to greet both you and Cassian at the front door, and you saw the way he was scanning your vitals.

“Oh dear, what happened?” Maarva asked generally, but it was only Cassian who could speak for you.

“Just a sickness they probably picked up at work or something.” He said, supporting your weight as your ailing body trudged through the room.

“They have a 98.769% chance of a full recovery within the next 24 hours.” Bee-Two piped up, but nobody was interested in hearing about the odds.

“I think Mera from down the road caught something similar a few days ago. A terrible bug going around.” She yelled from her seat to you both, who were now walking down the hallway. Well, he was more like dragging you at this point.

You saw that he was taking you to his bedroom at the end. You loved his bedroom. You saw the fragments of his childhood plastered around the room, your favourite was the toy Bantha that sat next to his bed. You loved how he never really grew up. He never found his belongings ‘childish’ or ever wanted to swap them out for something more mature and ‘cool,’ you appreciated how his identity resonated within the four walls of the most comforting spaces in a house.

Once you were about to pass the refresher, you felt the wave of nausea rush over you once more, so you gained a surge in strength and bolted into the lavatory, immediately ejecting last night’s dinner into the toilet. Cassian grimaced at the sound, before leaving and giving you some privacy with your eruption of bile.

After you had emptied your stomach’s contents, the nausea subsided and you felt much better than before. You flushed the previous traumatic heaving down the toilet and leant back on the cool tiles. Cassian arrived back not long after leaving, now with a glass of water in his hand. He leaned down and handed it to you, you gave him a weak half-smile as thanks, and began to sip at the water and spit it back into the bowl, cleaning out your mouth. Cassian opened the cupboard under the sink and passed you a fluoride tab. You popped the dissolvable inside your mouth, the taste of sickness had now been overpowered by the succulent mintiness.

Once you were ready, Andor helped you up off the floor and steadied you to his bed, where he gently sat you down and aided you under the sheets. His mattress wasn’t as plush as yours, you knew that his body had been more acquainted with sleeping on firm surfaces as a kid, and Maarva had been so kind to get another mattress that would remind him of home.

As he tucked you under the covers, he trailed a thumb down the side of your cheek, the sickliness evident on your skin. You loved the touch, it was comforting and you wanted him to do it forever. Unfortunately, his hand had only lingered on you for a moment before pulling away.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” He told you. You didn’t have an appetite, so you objected.

“I’ll just be sick again.” He turned to your cries.

“Have you eaten anything today?” He asked. Rats, he got you. You felt too sick to eat anything, so it was better off just not to. You continued to stare into his eyes, not wanting to admit you hadn’t. “That’s what I thought.” He turned back around and walked out of the room. You looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on your relationship with the man. He was your best friend, like a brother even. He was always there for you in your dire needs, and you there for him. You really didn’t deserve him, he had too much compassion to waste on you. So, you were very much thankful to have someone who cared about your well-being this much. So much so that you were tucked up in his bed, being cradled and cared for like a baby.

He came back with a piping hot bowl of soup. A rich, bountiful, watery meal, filled to the brim with sustenance. You slowly slid yourself up to sit upright and accepted the bowl, thanking him. You slowly sipped at the bowl full of soup and felt warmer, and a lot better. You heard the whirring of droid wheels and saw the glimpse of red behind Cassian.

“This soup will increase your chances of recovering by 3.000028%,” Bee said. You wanted to smile at the little droid’s speech. Droids and their love for percentages, you suppose. Cassian smiled when he saw you smile, it felt good to him that you had looked a lot better than you did when you first entered his house.

“You’re too good for me, Cass.” You told him, lifting the bowl up to your lips.

“I care a lot about the people I love. I’ll take care of you, I’ll always take care of you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, staring into you with that loving look he always had for you. His hand reached over and held yours which was still clutched onto the sides of your bowl. Neither of you broke eye contact, he had you beguiled. “I mean it. You're the person I love the most, so I’ll care especially for you.” He had you enamoured, and you were speechless.

You decided to show your gratitude for all of the efforts he went through to make you feel better and you leaned into him. He knew you so well that it was like he had predicted this and leaned in as well. Your faces met and your noses brushed past each other for a brief second before your lips met. You were thankful for the fluoride tab and the soup, you would’ve never lived with yourself if he had to taste your own vomit. The unspoken and unexchanged feelings were now released into the atmosphere, and your sickness had mysteriously dissipated.

He was someone that meant so much to you, he would always put in the extra effort to have you feel supported. Your happiness made him happy, and he was only satisfied when your negative feelings were quickly whisked away by his presence. No other man would put himself through hell to make someone feel like they were in heaven, except for Cassian. Now he was all yours. You wanted to make sure he understood how deeply you appreciated his efforts, and he happily received the affection you provided.

Reminding him to eat

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Summary: bringing them food when they know the other one’s too tired to cook

A/N: there are no spoilers for Rogue One, don't worry

Warnings:

Masterlist

Cassian was exhausted. That much you knew for sure. And the problem with Cassian being tired is that he forgets to look after himself.

So when you walked into your room to find Cassian still poring over plans for his next mission, you knew he hadn't eaten yet. Dropping a kiss on his head, you headed back out of your room. Heading to the canteen to grab some food to bring back to him.

Thankfully the canteen staff are used to you doing this and are unfazed when you grab a plate of food to take it back to your room. They have known you for long enough and have watched you do this enough times to understand what is going on. And they, of course, trust you to bring the plate and cutlery back.

So they wave you off with a cheery smile and a wish of good luck for you and Cassian.

Gently pushing your door open, you could see that Cassian hadn't moved since you had left him. Dropping another kiss on his head, you ever so softly take the mission plans out of Cassian's hands. Instead replacing it with a plate of food.

"I need to memorise that," Cassian complains. Reaching out to grab the mission plan back.

"No, you need to feed yourself." You told Cassian. Sending him another warning look.

"I still need to learn all of that," Cassian warns you stubbornly as he reaches out for it again.

"I'm sure you have already memorised all of it." You assure Cassian. "But it isn't going to go into your brain if you aren't looking after your brain. And you need to remember to look after your body as well."

Cassian carries on shovelling food into his mouth. Glaring at you the whole time as he is intent on getting back to his work as soon as he can.

"How about I read it to you." You offer to Cassian. Who still sat the offer. Completing it for a few moments before he nods. Watching as you open the plan and start to read it to him.

Cassian, of course, doesn't mind you seeing the contents of the folder. There is no secret between the two of you. Anything you know he knows and vice versa.

Cassian listens to what you are reading. As he takes the information in. Nodding his head occasionally.

When Cassian finishes eating, he puts the bowl to the side. You also put the plans to this side. Opening your arms for Cassian 

Cassian smiles softly. Taking the invite as he lays down with you. His head comes to rest under your chin. His ear over your heart as he listens to your breathing.

"You're going to be alright." You assure him. Your hand comes up to soothingly run through his hair.

"I know." Cassian sighs. "I just don't want to muck up."

"You won't," you assure him. Dropping a kiss on his head.

Cassian didn’t say anything in return. Instead, he just cuddles in even closer to you.

Understanding that Cassian didn’t want to think about what was ahead of you, carry on softly running your hand through his hair. Soothing him as you let him rest.

When you hear his breathing even out, you smile at the fact that he has fallen asleep on you. Smiling, you place another kiss on his head before turning off the light and snuggling down with him.

Because you wanted to savour every moment of peace you could get with Cassian. Because when you were cuddled up like that together. Being quite. The war felt like a million miles away, and you felt safe. And you were determined to hold it for as long as you could.

Imagine Helping Cassian Shave His Beard

Cassian Andor X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Word Count: 870

(A/N:) Not gonna lie this is completely and utterly self indulgent cause I would use any and every excuse just to stare into that face. I also wanted an excuse to use this gif too because I am completely and utterly not sorry at all. Enjoy this piece of fangirl insanity cause I know I am! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Cassian had been in the refresher for what seemed like forever. He had come home drenched and shivering as the rain continued to pour down outside. You hadn’t asked where he had been, because he wouldn’t tell you until he was ready or if he thought you wouldn’t be in danger from knowing. The haunted look in his eyes was also a clear sign to not ask, cause he was not ready to say anything about what had happened or what had upset him so badly. So wordlessly you helped him out of his drenched coat and gave him the privacy he needed. Though now you were getting really worried as you heard the sound of the sonic running but nothing else. Usually you give Cassian his privacy and any distance he ever needed when dealing with things, but your concern was becoming too much to ignore.

“Cassian,” you spoke from behind the door. “I’m coming in.”

With a hiss the door opened at the press of a button and steam billowed out from the room. Cassian sat on the refresher floor, half undressed and body language tensed.

“Rough night,” you asked taking a seat beside him, despite the floor being wet from the moisture in the air and the running sonic.

“Guess you could say that,” he sighed, not willing to look at you.

“I know that you’ll tell me whenever you’re comfortable. But don’t hide too much from me Cassian, it’s not good for you.”

He finally turned around, gaining the courage to look at you now. He smile, though it wavered as the turmoil in his eyes seemed to swallow him whole.

“I promise,” he said then turned away. You gripped his chin, making him look back as you didn’t want him to run away again. You didn’t want both of you to constantly be in this swirling whirlpool of stumbling around one another. You kissed his cheek and Cassian melted. His hand took yours and he kissed your knuckles sweetly.

“Your beard is getting pretty long,” you grinned stroking the dark coarse hair. “I like you with some facial hair but if it gets out of control anymore I’ll have to say I’m dating a Wookiee.”

Cassian threw his head back and released his own impression of a Wookiee’s roar.

“Oh no it’s too late I’m doomed! I must forever kiss a Wookiee,” you sighed dramatically laying on the floor in your despair.

Cassian laughed bringing his face into your sight, “I guess I can shave just for you.”

You bolted from the floor causing him to stumble back, “Can I help?!”

“I don’t see why not,” Cassian shrugged before getting up to grab the supplies. With a vibrorazor and shaving cream in hand he made his way back to the sonic. You shut off the sonic while Cassian sat down on the side of the sonic and put down his shaving supplies. He sat there expectantly his body glistening in the refresher’s light as water droplets clung to his skin. Neither of you spoke as you sat on his lap, facing him so you could pay attention to his movements. Cassian sucked in a breath as your face came close to his, you grinned knowing that you were making him a little flustered. But as you placed some shaving cream on your palm and gently rubbed it on his cheeks and chin, you couldn’t deny that you were feeling a little flustered as well. You left his mustache knowing he would want to keep it and he’d trim it a little bit later. You just wanted to help him and be as close as possible to him. You laughed to yourself knowing that you couldn’t get any closer as you kept yourself perched on his thighs. Cassian watched you work with sharp dark eyes as he held your hips. You hummed softly enjoying your work as Cassian continued to steal glances while you concentrated. He licked his lips, absentmindedly leaning forward.

“Don’t move,” you cooed pushing him back a little. Your fingers leaving little indentions in his skin. The coolness of your fingertips against his flushed and warm skin caused Cassian to shiver. You smiled continuing to move the razor across his cheek. Slowly but surely your work was coming to an end. Cassian still had a strong grip on your hips, willing you to stay longer with him but with one final stroke you were done. You sighed leaning back to admire your work. While he was adorable with facial hair, you couldn’t help but like this look better. You handed him his aftershave, letting him pat the liquid onto his freshly shaved skin while you threaded your wet fingers through his thick hair. With the smell of Cassian’s aftershave igniting your senses, you finally leaned in giving him what he’d been longing for ever since you started.

Cassian’s lips pressed against yours, exploring your taste while you lost yourself in his touch and the smell of aftershave. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders before he pulled away, leaving one last small peck on the tip of your nose.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You nodded still holding on tightly, “You’re welcome.”

Crossed Lines

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: The mission didn’t go as planned. Your sadness turned to anger and Cassian was the only person in the room. 

You knew that in this line of work hard decisions had to be made in the heat of the moment. But this mission turned everything on its head. You and Cassian had ventured to a backwater planet to acquire intel from a friend - an old man who sent encrypted messages to the rebellion aiding in their tasks. The Empire had settled onto his planet and jammed all communication streams.

You met with the contact and quickly ran into trouble. There was a chase in which the old man was shot with a blaster. You were forced to a stop and you tried to help him, blood staining your hands as you attempted to place pressure against the injury.

The old man had handed you a beacon that beat to a rhythm akin to his pulse. There was hardly any time to question the device when Cassian’s nails dug into your arm and pulled you to your feet - away from the man until the town was a memory.

Back in the U-wing, Cassian bolted into the cockpit and began priming for take off before returning back to you in the hull.

“We need to get out of the airspace.” Cassian said quickly as he shrugged off his large jacket and tossed it on the bench. He was completely oblivious to the way you had been staring at the life monitor in your hands that had stopped beating.

“He’s dead.” You whispered. Is this who you were? Someone who was okay to let the innocent die?

Cassian looked up at you and understood the comment. His heart was heavy from the second he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from aiding the man. But he had to otherwise they’d be captured by the Empire. There was a bigger picture.

“We did what we had to.” Cassian said.

You set the beacon aside and looked up at Cassian. Was this who he was? A soldier who was ready to let those who helped the Rebellion die?

“No. We left him there because you wanted him dead. No loose ends, right?” You accused.

Cassian shook his head. “You’re angry. You don’t know where to put it.” He denied as you walked up to him.

“If they asked you to eliminate me to bring back intel, would you do it?”

Cassian looked bewildered at the question you had posed. You brought your hands to his chest and shoved him back as hard as you could. Anger being the only fuel left in your arms.

“Would you do it?!” You shouted.

“Are you mad? Of course not.” Cassian angrily replied. The thought of holding a blaster to your chest, looking into your eyes and pulling the trigger made his heart hurt and stomach churn. It was nauseating to consider.

You shook your head and stepped around him. “You’re just saying what you think I want to hear.”

Cassian took your wrist and stopped you from walking off. “Do you really believe that I would do something like that?”

“I don’t know what to think. You make the hard calls with no emotion and no consideration.” You told him softly and felt his hand squeeze yours.

“This rebellion has been my life. It’s shaped me into something even I’m terrified off but I would rather die than hurt you.”

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finally | cassian andor

Summary: Cassian Andor is the bane of your existence. He’s your rival in theft, always getting the good ships before you, always making more money in selling to Bix. Finally, you get there first— but of course he’d come to ruin your day.

warnings: blood, injury, needle and stitches. enemies to lovers un-enemies trope. read this to listen to me pretend to know about spaceships. word count: 3030 requested by: anon author’s note: thank you so much for this brilliant idea, anon! you may be able to tell i got carried away. i had a lot of fun with this. requests for andor are wide open! written by: archie

Finally, this one was yours.

You couldn’t help feeling a little giddy. This star yacht was definitely on the higher end of luxury, and it’d been sat unmanned on the outskirts of town for five days straight. Sure, it’d been purposely tucked away amongst sandy cliffs to hide it, but as per the general moral code, five unattended days on a ship put it on the illegal scavenger’s market. Fair’s fair. You thieves weren’t monsters, after all.

Your expert fingers worked swiftly with a wedge tool on lifting the panels from the front of the space vehicle to get at all those glorious parts inside. With a satisfying click, the central panel popped free.

The sun was just peering over the horizon to light your focus, all that treasure lit up in the golden light.

Your smile lit up too. Finally. A haul that was all yours. For once, it was so worth it to wake up before sunrise. No one to watch out for, not even that stupid, arrogant, condescending-

“What have we got here?”

You stopped in your tracks, fingers itching to get inside the engine.

That voice.

Infuriating.

He painted his words like a casual conversation. Like this was a joint effort. Like you hadn’t specifically woken up this early just to beat him to this goldmine. You’d barely slept last night for the excitement of finally bringing in a collection worth a good wad of cash, and yet he had the gall to pop up beside you and peer over your shoulder.

You reeled on him, fire in your eyes and sharp wedge in your hand. “Andor. Get out of here.”

He had the balls to laugh. He treated this so light, like you hadn’t been so determined to finally outdo him. “And leave you to carry all this back by yourself? I couldn’t possibly.” He had this irritating skill in being rude while being perfectly within his bounds. He simply reached past you without concern for your threat, rapping his knuckles lightly on various parts tucked away. “There’s a lot of good stuff here. Nice condition, too. We can’t take all of it, of course, we don’t want an angry holidaymaker stuck on our planet-”

“You’re taking none of it.”

“-But we can take the extras. Let me see…”

He bent at the waist to lean over the hole of the removed panel, reaching in and feeling around without so much as a blink at you.

That was it!

You jabbed the wedge into his ribs.

His arm retracted so quickly to protect his side, and he finally turned to you with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow as he rubbed his side over his coat. “Agh! What the-!? What was that for?”

“Shut up, I barely touched you.” You couldn’t keep the smugness from your voice as you nudged him aside, away from your engine, and promptly took his place to rummage around inside instead. It’s true, you wanted him to feel that jab even despite his coat. It was kinda hard.

“You want it so bad that you’re gonna stab me?”

“Don’t cry on my engine, you’ll rust it.”

There was no time for this chitchat. You dipped into your belt for a different removal tool, starting work right away. You wouldn’t remove anything integral: those parts weren’t worth much anyways. But the fuel ignition stabiliser… Oh, yes. It was a luxury. Gave the journey the smoothest ride possible. No clattering, no trembling of the ship. It’d be four or five thousand credits, easily.

If only it wasn’t so damn hard to remove.

You were hyper aware of Andor watching your every move, even if you were shoulder deep inside the machine. His stare didn’t make reaching around components easier in the slightest, and your arm was bent at an awkward and supremely uncomfortable angle- but you wouldn’t let him know that. He’d just take over, for sure.

But when the corner of your palm nicked on sharp metal, you couldn’t hide the wince.

“Look, you’re going to injure yourself. Let me. Move over.”

“Not likely.”

“I’ve been doing this longer than you. I can easily-”

“Exactly! So you should give someone else a chance.” You tried not to let your voice strain from the effort of pulling out the stabiliser, especially with the fresh scratch to your palm. This was not easy, and he was really just making you frantic with his presence.

“Whenever I give you a chance, something ends up damaged!” Ah, there it was. That familiar exasperation, delivered with a growl in his accent. This was the Andor you knew best-- the one that hated you right back.

You paused, face turned to glare up at his impatient eyes. “Sir. I don’t damage shit.”

“If that makes you feel better. Come on, just-” His fingers reached into the hatch and closed around your forearm, a gentle squeeze and tug to your limb.

That was it. You saw red.

“Don’t you manhandle me- AH!” You whipped your arm out to shove him back a pace-- But it caught nastily on that jagged piece of metal. It snagged down the side of your palm, causing a deep, pulsing gash. There was no way you could shove him back with that hand.

Your face paled as you dropped your tool and blinked at the thick ooze of red that trickled down the side of your wrist, quickly soaking your sleeve. It stung like nothing you’d handled before, eyes watering, head pounding. You couldn’t help but stare at it, trembling.

But Andor was on it. He wasted no time in ripping along the bottom of his shirt for a makeshift bandage, wasted no time in chastising you. “Dank farrik, you really-! You’ve outdone yourself this time.”

“Me!? This was all you!”

“Oh, don’t give me that.” Skilled hands wound the bandage around your cut far too tightly to be comfortable, and you winced. But he paid no mind, quiet in his concentration as he worked. His aura had changed, as if his head was now cut off from communication. He was too focused, brimming with a panic that he kept silent.

Something told you there was no speaking to him now. Even if you tried to reason that you’d had so much worse many times, his tunnel vision was fixed on stenching the bloodflow. He tied the bandage off, clasping your hand firmly in both of his, raised between your faces to make sure it was above your heart. You had to actively try not to yelp from the pain of his care, but something about the urgent responsibility he demonstrated was so sincere.

He really was doing his best for you. You almost felt bad for blaming him.

His eyes were so focused, his lips pressed together in a concentrated line. There was no trace of that demeaning, condescending asshole you were used to. Something about this… Hm. Perhaps he wouldn’t be a terrible-

No, don’t think like that, you chastised yourself, peeling your gaze from his face. You couldn’t let yourself see him like that. He’d made your life hell for years.

Though the pain was dulled with the pressure of his hold, you were far from fine. The blood may have slowed, but it soaked the ends of his own sleeves now, too, and continued to spread.

“Let’s get you back home. You need medical attention.”

“But the stabiliser-”

“No. Home. Let’s go.” He didn’t drop your hand as he took a step away, leading you back towards the centre of the town, but you dug your heels into the sand.

“No, just- Quickly! You do it, we can go half-”

He jerked you close, face leaning to yours. Your eyes grew wide at this proximity- he’d never been this close before. The warm hues of his eyes caught the rising sunlight, lashes casting delicate shadows over his irises.

Despite how your memories always painted him, they were kind eyes. Honest ones. It was his furrowed brows that reminded you how sharp his will was, and the growl of his accent rolled over his words as he hissed.

“Listen to me. There will be more ships, but there will not be more hands. I’m taking you home, and for once you’re not going to argue with me.”

The bleeding had finally stopped by the time he’d taken you to his home. Certainly, you’d have preferred some professional medical care, but this would have to do. Besides, it’s not like what you were doing to get this gash was particularly legal.

He settled you onto the couch before bustling around you, picking up supplies and towels and wipes as he went, soon appearing beside you with a tray of items to help, including a bowl of fresh water and…

“A needle? There’s no chance. You’re not stitching me up, Andor.”

“I am. Bee, come over here.”

A squat little red box rattled to life from the other side of the room and rolled up to Andor’s feet on treads, clattering the whole way. “C-C-Cassian! That was much q-quicker than usual.”

“I didn’t get the parts. There was an accident.” Andor placed the tray atop the droid’s flat head and the circle lens turned to you instead, honing in on the blood.

“Oh n-n-no, there has been bodily damage to your friend. I can aid.” The droid either ignored your grumble of something about ‘not friends’ or just didn’t receive it. It let a hatch fall open, revealing a collection of packaged gauzes. You marvelled at his endearingly happy disposition, despite the broken antiquity of his model, obvious wiring problems, and living with this man. You already knew you liked him more than Andor.

“Thanks, Bee,” the man said, surprisingly gentle hands taking your arm. He was clean now, coat removed and hands sanitised to peel open the soaked fabric wrapped around your wound. It stuck to your arm hairs from how it’d begun to dry and you winced as it tugged from your skin, but this didn’t knock his concentration.

He eyed the open injury for a moment in silence. The soft sounds of the city waking up outside was muffled against the windows, the bell sounding for the residents to begin their day. And yet, you’d already had too much of this man for the whole week.

But, he was doing you a favour. So, you pressed your lips into a line and arched a brow as he investigated your wound like it was life or death, even though you honestly found the aching sting pretty manageable. You tried to keep your patience in line, you really did. But it was almost like he was specifically taking as long as he could. “You gonna do something about it or not, Andor?”

The sharpness of your tone didn’t bother him in the slightest. “Cassian,” he said.

“What?”

“Just call me Cassian. It’s not like you don’t know me.” He was so matter-of-fact as he spoke, turning away to dunk a clean cloth into the bowl of warm water, and you had to briefly wonder if he had no idea that you hated him.

Pft, of course he knew. But he really chose not to entertain it. He belittled it, even. Somehow, that made you hate him even more.

“I don’t know you.”

He let a trickle of water drip from the rag, holding it over the wound along your palm to loosen up the dried blood; the sting earned a hiss from you, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. “We’ve been bumping into each other since we were teenagers. I know where you live and you’re in my house right now. My mother knows your name. You know me.”

Okay, that was true. You searched for a way to dispute him, but you had nothing. Andor really knew how to- Cassian. Cassian really knew how to talk people into a corner. Infuriating.

“Fine.”

“You should say it.”

“Say what?”

“My name.”

You blinked at him, but he didn’t look at you. He was ridiculous. Methodical as ever, he dipped the cloth back into the water before closing it properly around the side of your palm with a wet squeeze.

A sharp stab of pain.

“Ow, Cassian! Gentle!”

His gaze finally raised to yours, and there was a cheeky light to them that matched the slightest upward quirk of his lips. He’d done that on purpose. “Quiet. Maarva’s sleeping.”

“You’re an ass.”

“So you always tell me.”

You let that one slide, quietly amused.

Somehow, it felt like a bubble had burst as he continued cleaning your wound. He was gentle with you, focused but not nearly so intense, and an easy silence lapsed between the two of you. The negative energy had given out into something else-- Somehow, you couldn’t find it in you to be at his throat like before. You must’ve upgraded to handling Cassian instead of Andor, you mused.

His eyes flashed up to yours, seeking any pain. You held his gaze for the shortest moment before turning it back to your wound, somehow embarrassed to look into the uncharacteristic tenderness of those windows. Satisfied that he wasn’t hurting you, he continued with delicate dabs.

Perhaps you’d made up Andor, this arrogant, cold asshole who’d been your rival for eons; Now, you were seeing past it. Seeing the human he actually was. Perhaps not flaunting of his kind nature, perhaps a little guarded, but peaceful. Cheeky, but by no means cruel.

You watched his hands work expertly with yours. One held your hand, thumb linked with yours, the other so careful with the cut running towards your pinky finger. They were a worker’s hands, a little calloused and rough in handling, but you could easily see how gentle he was trying to be. Taking it slow and steady, careful not to hurt.

“Okay, it’s clean. Can I stitch it?” Those eyes on yours again. Deep but cautious. He reached for the needle, medical thread already attached, and showed it to you.

You swallowed and peered down to the gash. Ah, it really was a deep one, it’d scar for sure. It needed all the help it could get. “You know what you’re doing?”

He nodded, the ghost of a laugh to his voice as he recalled his tens of incidents. “I have done this many times.”

“... Be careful.”

He got to work instantly, taking your hand in his and turning the cut upwards, holding it firm to keep it still. He glanced at the tip of the needle, brought it to your flesh and--

You couldn’t watch. You focused instead on his crown of messy hair. Warm brown, some strands lifted to look golden in the shine of the morning light. You could so easily reach out and touch it, see if it was as soft as it loo-

The prick of pain from the needle. You winced, but tried hard to be still for him, desperately focusing your attention on how those gorgeous locks might fall through your fingers if you touched them, how they’d differ to the coarser hair of his beard in your touch.

You gave a sigh. It was happening. You couldn’t push it away anymore.

People had told you for years that you clearly had a crush on this man, and you were adamant that you did not. He’d been the bane of your existence. He was the worst part of salvaging and stealing components. If you bumped into him, it’d ruin your whole day and you wouldn’t be able to shake him from your thoughts for hours. His annoying tone of voice, the haughty way he’d offer to help you.

But that wasn’t the truth. You’d always painted it so negatively, always convinced yourself that’s what it was. Hate. But honestly, you just never wanted to give into what you hated to admit.

And now, here, on his couch with a B2 unit watching, he’d shattered your narrative to pieces.

You felt things for him, and not in the way you wanted.

“And… Done.” He reached aside for scissors to cut the thread, dabbed a clean, dry cloth to any specs of blood that tried to seep out, and scrutinised his work. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? You did well.”

His eyes fixed on you again, relieved and expectant. He was so genuine. How hadn’t you seen it before?

You cleared your throat and diverted your eyes to your hand, inspecting his repairs. It really did look good. The gash was pulled closed and the stitches were evenly spaced and clean; a professional couldn’t have done it much better.

“Hm. Not quite as terrible as I’d expect.” Your words were softer than your usual insults. You couldn’t find it in you right now to be sharp.

But even so, he gave a low chuckle. “You’re welcome. Let me cover it.” He took a packaged gauze from the droid’s hatch and tore it open with his teeth-- A shock to your tummy told you that you found it attractive. It was lucky he was engrossed with attaching it to your wound, or he would’ve caught the way your ears flushed pink.

Quick moments passed, and he sat up straight with his lips caught in a kind smile. “Good as new.”

Your hand still rested in his. You were hyper aware of the warmth of it, the feeling of his skin, and it took everything in you not to disturb the moment with the indulgent caress you craved, in case he let go.

This was too hard. You hadn’t banked on facing something like this when you woke up this morning. You shared a reluctant smile.

His demeanour changed instantly. His eyes flickered between your palm and your face, words urgent with worry. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, Cassian. Do you think the yacht is still there?”

“It might be.”

You sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was finally time to let go of your grudge and see him for who he was.

You shone a daring smile, a buzz in your veins at the prospect of calling an end to your rivalry.

“... Wanna go half with me?”

perfect stranger

Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Summary: Meeting a strange man in a quiet bar in a foreign town.

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, spit as lube, oral sex (m receiving), reader being submissive, dirty talk, pet names, breath play, biting, if I missed anything major please let me know.

Author’s Note: based on that scene when cassian goes to the bar :)

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist

You had sworn yourself you'd never do anything like that ever again. And yet here you were a stranger's hand over your mouth, his cock deep inside your vagina, thrusting deeply into you.

You breathe deeper as the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, somehow managing to hit deeper every time. One hour ago you had walked inside this bar, famous for loners and travelers and all you wanted to do was relax before your next flight back home.

Of course that wasn't possible, not when the mysterious dark stranger dressed in a long trench coat and a beard that hid most of his features stared at you in such a way that made your loins growl. He sat there sipping his drink slowly and you swore you wanted to become that glass.

Twenty minutes later you got up to head to the bathroom and there he was one arm above your head pining yours down, his hot breath against your mouth. "You're in need of some attention." He said as a statement and you couldn't help but notice how lovely his voice sounded.

"Can't talk when a man pays attention to you?" He chuckled and flared his nostrils and you know he had the strongest drink in the bar.

"Tell you what, if you want me to let you go right now just nod your head and I will. If you want me to continue, I will have to hear a little bit of your voice. Alright?" You tried to breathe and relax your body but you couldn't help but stare at his neck breathing in and out.

"Pl-pl-please." You breathed out, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get with him. His eyes glowed up and he slowly nodded. "Are you sure? If I start it'll be hard for me to stop."

"Please." You repeated and looked at him placing your hands on his waist. "Anything you want. Anything." He chuckled at your response and the next moment he shoved you inside the tiny cubicle, accentuated by the blue neon lights of the bar, and crushed his lips against yours. Rough unruly hair was brushing against your face as his open kisses traveled from your lips to your chin.

You moaned the first time he reached for your neck, one hand on your chin, leaving you a mess and desperate for oh so much more. He was gentle but hard with his kisses, wanting to leave bruises on your skin, wanting to devour you whole. You knew you weren't the first and maybe he picked up a different girl every night but fuck you deserved how good he made you feel.

Your trembling hands were trying hard to creep under his clothes but they felt like too many and you started getting frustrated.

"Easy, easy, I'll get what you need." He chuckled once again and took your hand placing it on the zipper close to his neck.

"That's where it opens." He instructed you correctly and you gasped at the sight of his toned chest. Your fingers immediately started caressing his skin as you reached further down slowing at his belly button.

Now there was only one thing you wanted to do and you started kneeling down which only had him smiling.

"Oh, that's what you like, huh? dreaming of sucking cocks at random bars?"

"My favorite thing in the world." You playfully retorted and looked at him. He helped you once more, pushing his pants down, a strange uniform of sorts that you had never seen before that made you believe he was a traveler from far away, and licked your lips when you finally saw his cock.

You wasted no time, tracing your fingers over his veins at first which had him cursing, and then slowly caressing his tip. Then you got to business, kitty licking his cock before using one fist down his length and bopping your head down the cock head. His hand naturally gets placed on your head, guiding you a little down his shaft but mostly he allows you to take control.

"You're so good baby, but fuck I need to get inside you. Now, on the wall." You let go and get up turning yourself around and placing your hands against the wall. One smack on your ass that has you whimpering and then Cassian is pushing your long skirt up your waist, twisting it inside your belt, and smacking your ass again.

"How long?" He asks and his one hand reaches under your thigh and up your pussy. "Has it been since you last got laid?" His mouth is right behind your ear and his deep voice has your legs trembling.

"M-months." You breathe out and his palm is now on your panties, soaking wet just for him. He slowly rubs his palm over your wetness and chuckles.

"I can tell. Can't find any good man to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?" You moan as cold air hits you when he pushes your panties to the side followed by his finger breaching inside your pussy.

"Ain't it sad? Thinking of how well I could be fucking that pussy every hour of the day if I had come across you earlier?" He twists his finger around your wall and your hand desperately tries to hold you on.

"I'm gonna treat her so good, don't worry."

And that brings you to now as he takes one of your legs and places it on the toilet seat so he can thrust inside you deeper, having first spitted again on his cock. His hands are on your hips, not letting you slip away from him.

You could have sworn you had promised yourself you'd get better and stop fucking random men in bars but somehow that information went missing from your head.

It's coming close now, you need to cum and shout his name that haven't even asked at all and you try to close your legs together. He pulls as he feels begin to orgasm and brings you to his body, one hand on your mouth, the other on your pussy, rubbing your clit. And you cum magnificently, your whole body shaking, your teeth biting down his fingers and his heavy cock pressed against your back.

He gives you a few moments to recover and breathe slowly holding you close.

"Be a good girl and get on your knees and open your mouth for me, okay?"

He whispers against your ear and you can't help but obey him, quick on your feet, getting down on the floor, butt naked, opening your mouth wide. He strokes his heavy cock a few times and hot glistening cum gets painted on your face, some inside your mouth and you gleefully lick it with your tongue.

You could have sworn that you'd never be this happy before as you watched his heavy features smiling just cause of you. And he placed a hand on your chin caressing your cheek slowly.

"I got a hotel room."

"I can get on the next plane."

"Good."

You could have sworn....

Oh, nevermind.

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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?”

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…”