#cassian andor request

[djarindroid]

Well hello! I've read your previous fics and they're fantastic! 💗 So, in occasion that you open the request for Cassian Andor, Could you please write super fluffy Cassian please? The details are your call! All I want is fluff. Thank you in advance. Have very, very nice days and good luck 🍀🍀🍀

Ok I LOVED writing this, thank you so much for the request. Fluffy Cassian has my heart 💖

A Peaceful Morning

Pairing: Cassian x Reader Summary: Just a super cute morning in with Cassian. Word Count: 619

Your eyes flickered open as the first rays of the sun peeked through the slats of your blinds, casting your room in a warm, deep orange. As you blinked your eyes open you gradually became aware of a soft warmth wrapped around your body. A familiar arm was draped around your waist, holding you tightly as you felt soft kisses being pressed gently across the back of your neck.

You hummed at the feeling, you’d never get used to being woken like this. ‘Good morning my love,’ you felt his lips against your skin as he spoke. Enjoying the moment you snuggled back further into his embrace, feeling his bare chest pressed against your back, his stubble tickled your neck gently as he continued to pepper kisses all over you. 

‘Cass…’ you murmured. ‘What time is it?’

‘Don’t worry about that,’ he moved to kiss your shoulder as you began to turn slowly. 

‘But you’ve got to lea-’ 

‘Shhhh,’ he interrupted you. ‘Let's not talk about that,’ he littered more kisses across your collarbone as you fully turned over. ‘I just want to enjoy…’ he kissed his way up your neck, ‘a peaceful morning in bed…’ he reached your jaw and placed another kiss there before carrying on, ‘with my beautiful girl.’ He finished by finally pressing a kiss to your lips. ‘How does that sound?’ 

‘That sounds perfect,’ you answered, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. You craved moments like this, quiet moments where the two of you were alone.

He moved away from your lips to continue his apparent quest to kiss every inch of your skin he could reach. His lips brushed across your cheeks, leaving no part of your face untouched. You giggled at the sensation, still not used to having Cassian shower you with love so often.

Your fingers danced across his upper back, as he moved his body so that he was above you, his arms braced either side of you. You whispered up to him, ‘I love you.’

‘Hmm? What was that?’ He asked as he kissed along your jaw.

‘I said I love you,’ you repeated slightly louder than before, one of your hands now entwined in his hair.

You felt his lips pull into a slight smirk against your cheek ‘I didn’t catch that, can you say it one more time for me,’ he pulled away slightly with a boyish grin plastered on his face. 

You laughed and took his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you as you clearly said ‘I love you Cassian, so so much.’ You laid a soft kiss on the tip of his nose before saying, ‘did you hear it that time?’

He chuckled and kissed you for what felt like the 100th time that morning. ‘Loud and clear, I love you too.’ His eyes stayed glued to yours as he stayed above you, his warm body glued to yours, making sure there was no space between you.

You stayed in each other's arms, sharing sweet words and kisses, time became irrelevant and you completely forgot about the mission Cassian would be leaving shortly for. He knew he was gonna be in some sort of trouble for being late but he’d take getting shouted out if it meant he could spend more time with you.

Eventually reality beckoned in the form of beeping coming from Cassian’s communicator. The two of you reluctantly untangled yourselves but the warmth of your love lingered, an invisible bond that only the two of you could understand. 

‘I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can,’ he said with one last lingering kiss before he left, leaving you with your heart filled with hope for your future.

[rogue-durin-16]

Finally watching Andor and oh my god I forgot how fine he was jesus christ

[rebeljyn-moved]

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[ghostofskywalker]

OK FIRST HAPPY 3K BABES

but also, I am on my hands and knees for some cassian. maybe some mutual pining 👀

HI MY BELOVED pls ignore that this is so late it's not even funny but i hope you love it!!

words: 825

summary: right before he leaves for a mission, cassian shocks you with a surprising declaration.

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There's Never a Good Time To Confess Your Love During a War

You stared as he talked quietly with Mon Mothma, most likely running through the details for the mission he was set to begin in less than a full rotation. You had inspected his ship just barely a day ago, so you knew this was coming. It was normal for many who lived on the base to be in and out as they went on various assignments and missions, and it was left up to people like you (mechanics, droid techs, and other non-combat personnel) to hold down the fort while they were gone. You worried for all the rebels you waved off and those ships you repaired when they returned, but there was one person in particular that you had a special apprehension for whenever he took off into hyperspace. 

Most people would say that it’s impossible for a single person to be perfect, but you would have to disagree when it came to Cassian Andor. Not only was he incredibly attractive, funny, and kind, but the two of you had gotten along perfectly from the moment you met. You’d lied to people’s faces more times than you could count when they asked you if you had a crush on him, and it was getting tiring. And it didn’t help that there were only so many juicy subjects of gossip on a Rebel Base (that was not focused on the grim world you lived in), so it came up fairly often in conversation.

How were you ever going to tell him how you felt in the middle of a war? The word “crush” sounded so stupid when there were weekly vigils and services for those that had been lost in the seemingly never-ending fight against the Empire. You would simply have to be okay with the relationship as it was, unless the war suddenly took a turn and the fighting ceased tomorrow. You also in no way wanted to put Cassian in harm’s way or force him to make an decision he didn’t want to, and even though you doubted there would ever be a point where you left the base, your imagination was often overactive and always considering the worst possible outcome, which was that he was injured or killed because of you, your actions, or your feelings for him.

And speaking of the worries, you stared at a message on the screen of your datapad, from Cassian himself. I want to talk to you about something before I leave, it said, and you had no idea what he could possibly want. Pushing away the thoughts that he was going to tell you to leave him alone, or that he was going on a mission and somehow knew that he wouldn’t be returning, you sent a quick message back telling him to meet you by your mechanic station, and hit send before you could back out of it and pretend like you had never received the ping in the first place. Your datapad was all but thrown across the table, and you busied yourself with whatever things you could find, wondering when Cassian was going to come walking through the doorway. 

When he practically appeared next to your work table about an hour later, his face didn’t seem somber, but he also wasn’t the picture of exuberance. “Is everything okay with your ship? I checked it-”

“Doyouwanttogooutwithme?” 

You paused, standing up to face him. Well, that was unusual. You certainly had an idea of what you thought (and hoped) he had just said, but your brain was running too fast to really process the statement. “What?” 

That was not really your finest moment, but then again, when was the life you lived ever perfectly picturesque? 

Cassian stopped, as if he wasn’t sure what to do. For a brief moment, you were convinced that you had misheard him completely, and fear (along with a tinge of disappointment) took hold in your stomach.

Thankfully though, you had jumped to conclusions too quickly. “I really like you, and I have for a long time,” he said, taking a step closer and just beginning to close the gap between you. “I know I’m leaving for Maker knows how long, but I don’t think I could go another day without admitting to you how I feel.” He took a slightly shaky breath in, as if what he was about to say next was the scariest thing that had ever left his mouth. “And I really want to get a drink with you when I return.”

“I’d really like that,” you said, reaching out to take his hand. “And I feel the same way about you.” 

The smile that spread across his face was one that you never wanted to see fade away, and it only grew when you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Give the Empire hell for me Andor,” you said, and he nodded. “I’ll be here when you get back.” 

- the end -

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[calkestis]

Favourite moments from ANDOR (part 1) ↳ requested by anon

[5ummit]

Think of a name. Think of a name for yourself. Clem. For the next five days, you’ll be Clem.

[lady-morrigen]

Could I perhaps request Cassian Andor fluff with reader going through a particularly difficult bout of winter depression and him having the patience of a saint? Much love ❤️

Daylily

pairing: cassian andor x gn!reader (it was accidentally gn, so let me know if i missed anything)

a/n: so first, i'm sorry i take a million years to fill requests! idk what drew me to this one, but i guess because i'm army crawling towards the end of winter myself. i'm not sure if this is what you were going for, but my current work stress sorta worked its way in here... my apologies lol i can write something fluffier when i don't feel endless rage

rating: g

warnings: seasonal depression angst, job stress, brief mention of parental death (nothing graphic)

You’ve always hated it, the way the sun dropped beyond the horizon before you had a chance to feel it thaw the frozen contours of your face. It hardly seemed fair. A hint of a cotton candy sky peeking through the slats of the window over your bunk was as close as you came to seeing the sun all day. 

Day in and day out, you were surrounded by the damp, clay walls of the base, working yourself to the exhaustion to ensure data collected by the Rebellion’s Intelligence Officers was properly decoded. Lukewarm cups of caf and nutrition bars weren’t exactly a balanced or healthy diet, but they got you through more often than not. Each passing day, as your vitamin D stores depleted and the hunger pains grew stronger, your irritability wedged itself permanently at the front of your personality. 

When the doors of the tech bay slid open with a hiss, you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. The man headed toward you was a particular thorn in your side, always one to meet your icy tone with an edge of his own, taunting you, pushing you, like a thumb to a bruise. Captain Andor had never met a spat he didn’t absolutely savor and you seemed to be the most recent object of his ire. 

He approached the desk, smug smile in place as he braced his arms on the top, crossing over the desktop, crowding your space to an annoying degree. With a huff, you sat down your data pad, steeling your gaze and facing him head-on.

“Captain Andor,” you said plainly, disdain evident in your tone. 

“Always so happy to see me, Lieutenant.” His smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. Truthfully, he looked just as exhausted as you felt. His brown eyes no longer held the sparkle, the hope that you were sure once shone in them.  

He could have been lovely once, you thought. Before the Empire crushed our spirits and the cold leeched out what little happiness we had left.

“What can I do for you, Captain?” 

Your already thin patience was waning, desperate to move the conversation along so you could get back to work. He tapped a finger against the screen of your data pad insistently. 

“Did you decrypt those Coruscant messages yet?” His lips set into a thin line, his features twisting into something much more serious, all traces of playfulness drained from his expression. 

You scrubbed a hand over your face, the feeling of being impossibly overwhelmed bubbled up in your chest, creeping up your throat and threatening to suffocate you. You fought back against the tears welling in your eyes. You knew well that Captain Andor wasn’t one to miss things like that, no matter how well controlled, and showing him any sign of weakness was out of the question. 

“Like I told you yesterday, Sir, we are very behind. It’s going to take me at least two more days.” 

You turned to the table behind you, taking a deep breath to regulate yourself, looking anywhere but at the disappointment on the face of the man behind you. When you turned to him again, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he was eyeing you quizzically, as if trying to figure out your deepest secret. A few silent moments passed when you suddenly realized he was waiting for you to continue.

“I’m sorry,” you started to speak, the sound breaking in your throat in traitorous defiance to your control. You felt your shoulders droop, the fight leaving your body in place of defeat. “I’m doing the best I can.”

The energy in the room changed then. Captain Andor’s body softened, his eyes held a kindness and understanding that hadn’t been there before. He looked almost sad for you, as if he could empathize with you. And you supposed maybe he could. 

“Hey,” he said, leaning forward once more. “How much of the key have you completed?”

“Captain Andor, I sai-” He held up a hand to cut you off. 

“I was only wondering if there was enough for me to try the decryption on my own. I want to help you.”

The look on your face must have been a comical mixture of confusion and shock because the corners of his eyes crinkled and he chuckled, throwing his mask of confidence back on and leaning into an elbow. 

“Don’t look so surprised.” In any other situation, the way he grinned at you would have made you weak in the knees. “I can be a nice guy when the situation calls for it. I am a spy, afterall.”

You nodded, dumbly, grabbing the data pad and bringing up the partially completed decryption key, handing it to him. 

“So far, this is all I could make out. If you could apply what we have to the messages, maybe we can get a headstart on figuring out what it all means.” 

His brows knit together in concentration as he poured over the symbols, picking up on the pattern, analyzing your skill. He moved around to the back of the console, pulling a stool up beside you and got to work. As you focused on a special project for General Draven, the two of you began to work in relative silence, punctuated every now and then by Captain Andor asking questions about specific sequential symbols.

It was comfortable, you thought, working with him like that. You never knew that he could be anything other than the ornery man you’ve always met, worn down by the weight of the responsibility resting on his shoulders. As if reading your mind, he spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts with a jolt. 

“You weren’t always like this,” he said. You whipped your head toward him, shooting him a glare as deadly as blaster fire. “When you first got here, I mean.”

“What exactly am I like?” You groused, setting down your data pad to face him fully. He shrugged noncommittally. 

“Stressed. Angry. Argumentative.”

You laughed, something humorless and cruel. How dare he?

“That’s rich coming from you, Captain Andor. This very well may be the first time we’ve spent more than two minutes in a room together and I haven’t wanted to rip your head off. If I’m any of those things, I am only mirroring your own temperament.”

For a long moment, he stared, his dark eyes flitting back and forth over your own, searching for… something. With a sigh, he relented. 

“You’re right.”

“I’m… what?” The fight drained from you all at once. You could tell he was sincere, and maybe even slightly remorseful. 

“You’re right. I am all of those things and I have been for a very long time. That’s why it bothers me to see them in you. I wanted better for you.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Before, you had kindness in your eyes. You believed in what we’re doing here. You knew it was something good. You had hope.” 

“I still believe in what we’re doing, I just…”

“Thought it would be easier than this? That we would have won by now? Me too.” 

He turned his attention back to his data pad and the weight of his words lay heavy between you. 

“Captain Andor, I’m so-”

“Cassian.”

“What?”

“That’s my name. ‘Captain Andor’ is so formal. You can call me Cassian.”

“Cassian Andor… it’s nice.” And it was nice. Knowing his full name made the miles of distance between you feel like feet. Made this intimidating man feel more like a tangible person. Someone you could grow to understand, maybe even like. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it.”

“Why did Mothma decide to build a base on the coldest planet in the galaxy?” That earned you a chuckle, low and warm. 

“Hoth is the coldest planet in the galaxy. We’ll soon have a base there too. We’re headed there once we’re done here.”

“How convenient,” you rolled your eyes. “But you know what I mean. Is this not a better fit for the soulless many of the Empire? I swear, I can feel it leeching the happiness from my body the longer we stay here.”

“Is that what the problem is?” He looked at you, curiosity once again twisting his brow. “Where are you from?” 

“Alderaan. My father was a farmer.” 

“Was?”

“The Empire’s destruction extends far beyond Coruscant. They wanted to use our land to build a base and they were… unhappy with him when he refused. My older brother and I were able to escape, but just barely. My mother was a childhood friend of the Organas. They provided us with shelter and sent us to Mon Mothma when we refused to sit on our hands and watch the chaos unfold.” He was staring at you. Taking in every word with silent contemplation. You nervously rubbed your palms against the rough fabric of your uniformed thighs. “And yeah so anyway… Now I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.” He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think you’ll go back? When we win?”

“I like to think so. I have so much to thank the Organas for. They saved us. If it weren’t for them…” 

“I get it. I’ve been there.” You didn’t pry. You got the feeling he wasn’t particularly happy to speak of his past.

“Yeah,” you said. “It would all feel worth it if I could just see the sunshine again, feel the warmth of it on my face. Something other than constant, dreadful cold and blank walls.”

Cassian glanced back to the data pad, making note of the time. 

“Hey, we’ve been at this for a while,” he said. “It’s almost morning. You should get some rest.”

“Morning is the only time I get to see the sun shine all day. I’d just end up sleeping through it if I went to bed now.”

“I see,” he said. “I have an idea.”

He took the data pad from your hand, setting onto the console beside his and grabbing you gently by the wrist, pulling you toward the door. He grabbed your coat from a nearby stool and handed it to you. 

“You’ll need this.”

As you followed him through the hallways, your curiosity continued to grow. You stopped by his workstation so that he could grab his own coat, a long, navy parka with a furry hood. When he slipped it on, he seemed to transform into a different person. He looked soft, small in comparison to the bulk of the coat, and incredibly warm. 

He tossed a pair of gloves to you, slipping on a pair of his own, before extending his hand. Hesitantly, you grabbed it, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“First, we’re going to get some caf,” he pulled you toward the mezzanine impatiently, as if he was racing against an imaginary clock. “The second part is a surprise.”

“Cassian, I really don’t like surprises.” You tried to stop, to pull your hand from his, but he held tight. He turned, placing a cup of caf in your free hand and you could have cried from the warmth as it slowly seeped through your glove.

“You’ll like this one,” he said, a smile threatening to crack at the corners of his mouth. He tugged your joined hands again, impatiently, leading you toward the exit. 

“Please, Cassian, it’s freezing.” You were whining, you knew it, but you were already so cold and the thought of going outside, into the frosted darkness of Tokmia, was enough to make you want to throw a full-blown tantrum. 

He said nothing as he led you through the forest, making his way to a steep hill and motioning for you to walk ahead of him. You glared at him once more for dramatic effect, huffing as you made your way up the steep embankment. When you reached the top, you stopped short, gasping in surprise. 

The hill overlooked a pristine snow field, sparkling in the waning moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful in its serenity. You turned to face Cassian, huffing slightly as he crested the hill. He offered up a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked toward you. 

“It’s nice, right?” He took a sip of his caf, an effort to disguise a smile, you thought. “I found it once when I needed to escape K’s blabbering. I come here when I need a reminder of what we’re fighting for.”

“It’s beautiful." Your voice was barely more than a whisper, breathless as you noticed the pinky blue light of the sunrise begin to peek through the darkness. You inhaled sharply, the sound getting caught in your throat as you realized why he had been in such a rush.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” he said, taking another sip of caf. 

You closed your eyes as the sun crested over the horizon, reveling in the way the light pushed past your eyelids. When you were younger, you caught as many Alderaanean sunrises as you could. There was some kind of magic tied to being the first person to catch sight of the sun as she rose from her slumber. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that feeling. 

You glanced at Cassian, interested to see if he was enjoying the sunrise as well and found that he was already looking at you. His smile was genuine, satisfied, and dazzling. 

Maybe he is lovely afterall, you thought. He just needed a little warmth.

[archieimagines]

request prompts!

here’s a list of gentle prompts that we adore, courtesy of the wildly creative @yournewwriter! thank you for inspiring us <3

here you can find the list AND the characters we want to write for, so go ahead and request! just pick a prompt and a character, and mention a situation if you have one in mind too. anything goes!

tickling you from the back before actually hugging you

knuckles brushing against each other and person a getting shy

hesitant glances at each other in a crowd

person a helping person b through panic/anxiety attacks

one small kiss before fully devouring the other person

THE SHY PERSON A INITIATING THE FIRST KISS ADJKSF

person a contemplating on whether to send person b a text

HOLDING HANDS UNDER THE TABLE

gentle ear rubs because person b knows person a loves them

knees touching intentionally and person a getting shy

person b complementing person a IN PUBLIC

PLAYING WITH EACH OTHERS HAIR

person a shyly playing with person b's rings while cuddling

small "shh' im here" when someone else is crying

FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

pressing your foreheads together after a kiss

TRACING PERSON B'S TATTOOS kill me kill me now

holding hands while walking in a friend group

unintentionally caressing each other

SAYING I LOVE YOU BEFORE LEAVING TO WORK?? GIVE ME

acting foolish around each other

random flirty texts or hOrNy texts too

person b trying to cook person a's fav dish

DRUNK DANCING

lazy kisses that dont even count as kisses but you could live in that moment forever because LOVE

person a trying to keep person b still for a picture

MOVING PERSON A BY THEIR WAIST bye

person b winking at person a in public whILE A GETS ALL FLUSTERED

characters!

star wars: din djarin, cassian andor, poe dameron

marvel: steven grant, marc spector

supernatural: sam and dean winchester, castiel

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, nancy wheeler

other requests are still open as usual, keep us busy!

happy requesting 💕

[djarindroid]

For the requests, what about Cassian and acts of service? He seems like someone who wouldn’t express his love with words very often, but more so with actions.

(sorry this took so long to respond to, the second I opened up requests life got really crazy) ok ok this is so accurate, you just know Cassian would go above and beyond for you 🥹

Helping Hand

Pairing: Cassian x Reader Summary: Its chaos at the rebel base, but you have a mysterious helper... Word Count: 1236

It had been a grueling day, you had woken to the sound of sirens as ships returned to the base. You’d sprinted down to the hangar to discover, for lack of a better word, a shit show. Multiple ships had returned with smoke pouring out of them and blaster marks littering their sides. You didn’t have time to ask what had happened as before you knew it you’d been swept into the chaos of it all.

That was hours ago, you weren’t even sure how long you’d been working. You’d been making your way around the ships, trying your best to fix what you could. Completely covered in dirt and oil, you groaned as you laid beneath the 4th (maybe it was the 5th) ship. Staring at the mass of tangled wires above you, you could barely focus your eyes and tell where one cord ended and the other began.

Having been in such a rush to get to work that you hadn’t stopped to grab your morning cup of caff. You definitely didn’t have time to go get it now, you rubbed your eyes in an effort to refocus. Before you could reach up to begin working you felt something tap your ankle, you peaked down to where your lower legs stuck out from the bottom of the ship. You saw two feet standing next to your own, and a hand reaching down placing a cup of caff next to you before the two feet retreated.

You slid out as quickly as you could to thank your savior but there were too many people in the area to figure out who’d brought you the cup. You took a moment to savor the smell of the hot caff as you picked it up. You took a sip, the taste instantly made you feel more alert and awake. You glanced around the area attempting to catch a glimpse of the mysterious person. Really it could've been anyone, maybe another mechanic who’s been down here as long as you.

With a renewed sense of determination you dove back under the ship, ready to carry on with the task at hand. The re-wiring was a breeze, you easily completed it in half the time you expected to and you put it down to the gifted caff. 

You moved onto the next job, raring to get stuck in. This one wouldn’t be so bad, it just needed the exterior patching up where the blasters had broken through the shield. You grabbed your gear and clambered up on top of the ship. 

After inspecting the damage you knew you’d just need to weld the exterior together, you reached into your supplies to search for your protective goggles only to find they weren’t there. Sighing you climbed back down off of the ship and jogged over to your station. You searched high and low but with no luck.

You decided to go back to the ship and think of another way to solve the problem but upon your return you found your goggles waiting for you. Maybe you’d just missed them before but you were sure they hadn’t been there when you left. You glanced around but couldn’t see anything or anyone out of the ordinary, shrugging, you got back to work. 

A few more small things happened throughout your day, a glass of water appearing just as you started to get thirsty, a towel appearing when you spilled oil over yourself, your wrench making a reappearance after you lost it a few weeks ago. You didn’t dwell on it for too long, for all you knew you could be that over tired that all of this was  stuff you were doing. 

There was one job left for you to do, it wasn’t anything major, the head mechanic had even told you to leave it for the day but you were determined to get this done. If you got this done that would be everything back to as normal as it can be, but you were so tired. Everything ached as you tried to figure out what you needed to do. Surely it couldn’t hurt to sit down for 5 minutes, just to reset yourself. That would be ok.

You lowered yourself onto a nearby crate with a groan, your body grateful for the brief break. The busy day caught up to you instantly, the exhaustion washed over you as you battled to keep your eyes open. A battle that you quickly lost, sleep quickly consumed you as you fell backwards where you rested upon a wall.

You awoke suddenly, unsure with how much time had passed but it was now completely dark outside the hangar. ‘Shoot,’ you huffed out, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, you wanted to get the last job done before you went back to your bunk. You prepared to stand up, when you noticed a large coat covering you.

A smile crept its way on your face, you’d recognise this coat anywhere. Cassian was back. As you pulled the coat closer to you everything from the day started to fall into place, Cassian was your mystery helper. He’d given you that morning caff, your goggles mysteriously appearing, the water, everything was him. 

A metal clang brought you out of your thoughts, you looked up to see him standing under the wing of the last ship. Tears brimmed in your eyes, he was finishing the last job. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. With a mix of excitement and relief you hurried over to where he was working.

Upon hearing your footsteps, Cassian glanced over to you, a smile gracing his face. The sight of him, disheveled with a slight sheen of sweat covering his face, made your heart skip a beat.

‘Hey,’ he said as you approached. ‘I didn’t want to wake you until I was done.’ 

You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his middle. Burying yourself in his warmth, you took a deep breath and truly relaxed as he wrapped his own arms around you. 

‘Thank you,’ you mumbled into his chest.

‘Don’t thank me yet, I’m not done,’ Cassian replied.

‘Not just this Cassian,’ you pulled back slightly to peer up at him. ‘For everything today.’

He smirked, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he uttered as he looked back up to the ship. You giggled and he looked back down and met your eyes. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, ‘I know today was stressful, I just wanted to help.’

You lent up to place a light kiss on his lips. No-one had ever shown you that they cared for you this deeply before. What Cassian lacked in words he more than made up for in his actions and you would be eternally grateful for every little thing he does for you. Your heart swelled knowing that he had been watching out for you all day. 

‘Now you’re awake you can help me finish this and we can go rest in an actual bed, not on that uncomfortable looking box I found you on earlier,’ he smiled.

‘That sounds perfect,’ you kissed him lightly once more before the two of you got to work. You knew this would be the quickest job of the day as you wanted nothing more than to retire to bed and lay in Cassian’s arms for as long as possible.

[grand-army-radio]

This song is for Cassian and Jyn.

[archaalen]

Okay, concept: after RotJ, Luke learns about Cassian Andor and Jyn Erso either from Rebellion records or from meditative Force Learning (I'm sure that's a thing). He decides to seek out remnants of these peoples' lives, and visits a variety of planets where they did significant things before ultimately landing on Scarif and finding the broken remains of K2, badly damaged but with at least some recoverable memories.

Where does the story go from here?

[kybercvnt]

hewwo i love ur writing so much i wanna INHALE it,,,, can i request cassian andor x inexperienced!reader who’s v nervous abt disappointing him 😳😳😳

YES YES YES!!!!!

This was such a cute concept to write about- thinking about the juxtaposition between a slutty Cassian and an inexperienced lover is so adorable to think about, but I fear I might've butchered it a little.

So for starters, I really hope you meant smut TwT because that's where my mind immediately went when seeing the word "inexperienced" lol. Secondly, I seem to write smut on two ends of the spectrum. On one end is totally slutty and on the other is an insecure virgin. As a result, there's a bit of unsureness about the reader exposing themself to Cassian, but hopefully, I reached the core elements of what you've requested.

This is my first request btw! I'm really happy about that and I'm super duper happy it's about Cassian! Also thank you so much for your kind words it means a lot to me to hear that people actually enjoy my work :') enjoy my lovely <3

Pairing – Cassian Andor x Inexperienced!Reader

Word Count – 1992

Warnings – Smut, AFAB reader (but I think I made hopefully all of the references to the reader–outside of anatomy–gender neutral), unprotected sex

Cassian Andor was a ladies' man. Considering his well-known affiliations with many Ferrix women, it was no surprise that he was a man of experience. You knew he and Bix had some history together, but even though they both had moved on, there was always that sneaking suspicion that there was more underneath the surface.

That’s why when Ferrix’s local womaniser ends up asking you out, you were rather taken aback. It was hard not to have a crush on Cassian Andor. He always knew just what to say to get someone going, it was in his nature. What was hard was just being friends with him. For all the times you spent time with him, that crush you developed for him continuously bloomed and blossomed, no matter how much you tried to squash it down and push it to the side, the thought of him always gave you butterflies.

He must’ve been having the same issue as you were, but he found no hesitation in letting you know about how you made him feel– he had done it so often that he knew when and how to go about these feelings. That’s why when you returned his feelings he was more than happy to turn his best friend into his lover.

Cassian was also a man of passion. He may be very compassionate for those close to him, but he was still a man with needs and desires. Normally he would turn to his hand or the local brothel to satisfy his cravings, but nothing felt better than being in the warm embrace of somebody he loved– someone he could show how much he cared for with more than just words.

Cassian was benevolent, strong, and resilient, you wanted nothing more than to do the same with the man you had great admiration for. He was so perfect. He was the perfect carer, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect man. Nothing about him strayed far from perfect. That’s why letting him down was the last thing you wanted to do.

On one of his many frequent visits to your house, you found yourself in a passionate makeout session with Cassian on the edge of your bed, his hands roaming over your clothes legs. When it became heated, they skimmed upwards and slipped under your shirt, as soon as you felt the contact of his skin on your bare own, you instinctively grabbed his wrist and broke away from the kiss. His face called for concern, but his hand was still firmly placed on your torso.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cass, I–”

“I’m sorry. Whatever I did I’m sorry.”

“No, Cass it’s nothing like that, it’s–”

“I overstepped my boundaries, I shouldn’t have.” He raised from his spot on your bed and you followed after. You cupped his face in your hands to stop him from moving any further away and to let you get your explanation in.

“I want you.” You told him. “Stars how I’ve never not wanted you.” His eyes only bore into yours asking then what’s the problem? “I just haven’t… I don’t want to disappoint you.” The corners of his lips turned upwards and he let out a brief chuckle.

“You won’t disappoint me, you never have.” His hands clasped over yours, dragging them from his face, “I love you, do you remember?” You nodded.

“I remember.”

“Then I’ll be here to help you when you need it.” He said and his mouth found yours again. It was only a brief exchange, one to show that he was there for you– to show he did love you. When he pulled away, you weren’t finished, so you reached for the back of his head and pulled him in close to smash your lips together. Cassian didn’t object to your advances– he embraced them.

His hands went back to caressing you, brushing over your neck, shoulders, your waist, although he was careful not to overstep again. He, however, did grasp the hem of your shirt and gently tugged it to show you what he wanted. You pulled away from him just so you could pull it over your shoulders.

Only a final layer of clothing prevented you from fully exposing yourself to the world, so you reluctantly reached around and unclasped the hooks of your bra and let the contents slide off your arms. You naturally covered your breasts to retain some dignity, Cassian thought it was cute. He softly clutched your wrists and leaned into your ear.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” he whispered. Your tenseness went away as your muscles relaxed. He always managed to do something for you. Your arms dropped to your sides and he glanced down for a brief moment to see you displaying yourself to him. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered and planted a warm kiss on your lips and trailed down your neck while his thumb traced around the mound of your newly-exposed flesh.

It was long before each of you had pulled the other’s clothing off. Cassian started to back you into your bed, but when the back of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell backwards and sat back down on the cushioning. You would be face-to-face with his cock if it weren’t for the fact you immediately looked up at him. He was staring down at you with lust in his eyes– you were at his complete disposal. He didn’t want to see you as anything beneath him, so he knelt down to your level.

He touched your thighs and moved up your body, revelling at every sensation he felt from touching you. Then he pushed the rest of your body into the bed and hovered over you. “Will you let me take care of you?” he asked. You nodded and he pressed an affirmative kiss to your lips once more and slid back down.

Let him take care of you, you did. While you stared up at the ceiling, you let him lift your legs over his shoulders– letting him completely mould you into any way he pleased. How he pleased was how to please you, and you were willing to let him use his skills for your benefit.

The next thing you felt was his hot breath on your vulva before his tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt. You lifted your head to swap your gaze from the boring ceiling down to your boyfriend whose face was busy devouring your pussy. He was wreaking pure havoc on your poor clit, producing so much spit that it started to spill over the edge of his mouth and leak down the rest of your pussy. He glanced up at you to catch your bewildered stare and shot you back a wink. Heat flooded through your body at the eye contact and your head hit the mattress again, unable to handle the embarrassment.

He was like the dog for the way he was lapping you up. He had a firm grip on your thighs while all you could do was squirm at the sensation, your orgasm building, while you had to endure those filthy, wet slopping noises Cassian was creating as he buried himself between your legs. Your squirming only added to the pleasure and soon your building orgasm released itself into Cassian’s mouth.

He laughed at your wriggling from the sensitivity and removed himself from his spot. Without your boyfriend’s warm mouth latched onto your pussy, the cool air quickly replaced it, so your legs snapped shut. Cassian could only chuckle at the motion as he stood over you, watching, with his cock resting in his hand.

His other hand planted itself on one of your knees and he carefully pried them open. He licked his lips before climbing over you and positioning himself at your entrance. “Just call out if you need to, baby.” He told you and left you a warm kiss on your forehead. The head of his cock poked and prodded your hole, collecting the mixture of bodily fluids that had accumulated on your cunt to slicken himself. Then you felt your walls expand to make room for Cassian’s girth, but your muscles had other ideas.

They didn’t like the unfamiliar intrusion, so your body reacted and tightened down on him. You whimpered while your body adjusted and Cassian lay frozen above you, not daring to move an inch until you gave him a reason to. Once the brief pain had subsided, you looked up to your adorned boyfriend who was staring intently at you with concern embedded in his eyes. You touched his shoulders and nodded, providing him with a concrete affirmative.

Cassian pressed soft kisses to your neck as he continued slinking himself inside of you. The activity on your neck was the comfort you needed for your body to relax into him as he slowly filled your insides with him. His thrusts might’ve been considered painfully slow, but you were both too enamoured in the neck kissing to give any further thought to what was happening below deck.

That was until he pressed himself deep inside of you, touching your soul and you let out an involuntary moan. It snapped him out of his trance on your neck and began picking up the pace. Slow and steady wins the race and Cassian certainly wanted to take his time with you. There you were, underneath him with no sense of where to be touching or what to be doing while he took the reigns.

He liked hearing your heavy breathing clash against each other, being the only other sound filling the room than the wet skin slapping. He liked seeing you willingly submit to him, letting him relentlessly pound into your cunt since he knew how to. Since he knew how to please his lover.

The pain was replaced with pleasure, and soon he was reaching every crevice of your innards, contorting your womb to fit him, to feel him. Nothing was more arousing than to imagine him and feel him, balls deep inside of you. He was nothing but a horny mess, aching to reach further into you and touch places he hadn’t already touched.

Those thoughts aroused you– thinking about him filling you to the brim with his cock, the ultimate form of intimacy. An act that he would do if he loved you, and he did. His incessant rocking, fondling, and kissing were building that tightness in your pussy once again. If he kept it up, then there was no way to dampen your growing orgasm. Cassian was a love-making connoisseur, so he obviously kept it up. In a sudden burst of electricity, heat sprung down your legs to your toes and your pussy gripped Cassian’s cock while he rode out your hefty orgasm.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and his hammering grew slewed and ragged. His eyebrows furrowed when he dug himself as deep as he could inside of you and let out the most vulgar growl you’ve ever heard a man release. His hips jutted while he emptied himself inside of you. He rested his head between your neck and your shoulder and his torso heaved as he was catching his breath, which was where he placed gentle kisses afterwards.

You both remained in this state with your boyfriend laying on top of you, acting like a complete puddle that had melted into the delicacy of your warm body. There was no moment in the universe to worry about letting your loving boyfriend down, especially while he was fucking you mad. If you didn’t believe in yourself, then Cassian was willing to show you. He wanted nothing more than to teach his beautiful partner what they wanted to learn, encasing them in a warm embrace of fondness and tenderness. Cassian would never have high expectations of you, he loved you too much to see any fault or flaw in your person.

[trudemaethien]

Hello, me again! Going with two suggestions (please pick the one you vibe most with and/or swap things up): cassian/din + a conversation with no words, or codex + all the things left unsaid :)

cassian/din, a wordless conversation 🥰

That fucking nerf-wrangler—he couldn’t possibly take a moment to communicate, could he? Instead the only hint of his direction is the scuff of a bootheel, a glint of weapons, the smell of discharged plasma.

Deadly efficient, he moves like a lone hunter, and collaborates about as well as a solo predator too, but the signs are clear enough; if the man didn’t want to be followed, there would be no trace. They each work alone because they are the best, but that does not mean they are better off alone.

One finely honed weapon reflects the shadow of the other, keeping apace.

(Is this Din following Cassian or Cassian following Din? Yes. I’ve left it up to you, the reader 😌)

Bonus Short: codex, all the things left unsaid 🙂

Find him.

Execute—

I love you.

I know.

—

[rotzaprachim]

for the made up fic title thing: the tongue is the strongest muscle

well this is such a difficult fake!fic title to try to come up with a fic fore because it would work so well for both cassian andor OR nina zenik, who i will never shut up about. but i do believe that if i was to go for it with cassian it would be some kind of relatively short, short-story style piece about all the lies he spreads as Fulcrum or every time he talks his way out of a situation as just, short dialogue chunks that lace into the bigger picture of where he starts at the beginning of rogue one?

and if it was for nina we'd take the *muscle* theme and have something to do with her training in the little palace, how on one hand she is taught to magically feel and then destroy muscle tissue as a weapon, and on the other is taught all these languages and linguistics. but well, her trainers tell her, fedyors tell her, remember that when you serve the front lines and when you must interrogate a suspect, the tongue is the strongest muscle

thank you so much for the title!!! food for thought i want to write an angsty piece for both of these