Pairing: Wrecker x PAO Reader (pre-relationship or platonic)
Warnings: Fluff
A/n: PAO - Public Affairs Officer. I was inspired to write this drabble based on personal work experiences (that happened nothing like this lol). Maybe I’ll expand on the idea later, maybe I’ll forget I wrote it tomorrow. Though now I kinda just want a Star Wars show about a PAO trying their god damn best and absolutely at their limit.
“Oh, sorry I didn—“
You had bumped into someone in your attempt to get a better shot for your picture, but the man you stumbled into was much larger than you had expected. In truth, he was almost scary looking, but as a PAO for the newly formed GAR, you got used to out of the ordinary people.
You shifted the camera in one hand to the other and cleared your throat. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize anyone was behind me.” The soldier was in charcoal and red armor, not any colors you had seen or photographed yet. He was also much taller and bigger built, which was more confusing since you should have been neck deep in clone battalions.
The large man took his helmet off just enough to reveal his face but still rested on his head. He also looked much different from the other soldiers you were used to. When you looked hard enough, you could see he resembled them, if the clones focused solely on body building and could grow taller by sheer force of will. He was missing an eye and had a scar to tell the story.
“You’re tiny! What are you doing here? Is that some kind of weapon? Are you training here too, ad’ika?”
“Oh, no, I’m a PAO taking photos!”
“PAO? What’s… a PAO?”
“Public affairs officer. Trying to tell the story of all this.” You gestured to the soldiers and equipment near you. “The public doesn’t know much and the Senate hasn’t really done anything towards explaining the clones, so I’m here to capture what it all is.”
“Oh! I’ve never seen one of you before. This is a dangerous place to be, they are testing some explosives—“
“EXPLOSIVES?? WHERE? That would be such a cool thing to shoot! How many tests are you doing? I want to get it on video too if I can.” You could not control your excitement to capture something interesting, even if it wouldn’t be approved for public release.
The large clone stared at you before giving a hearty laugh and leading you toward a safe distance. You learned his name was Wrecker as he got some questions about your presence.
As you tried to find a good vantage point, you were suddenly lifted into the air. Wrecker had placed you at the perfect height on his shoulders. You watched the bombs through your lens, enjoying the sight as much as you did listening to Wrecker whoop and holler after each one.
After you felt you had enough shots of explosions, Wrecker put you down but lingered near you. He seemed more interested in what you were doing but didn’t want to interrupt your process.
You meandered to the different training stations, talking to clones, getting their experiences, catching candid moments, and yelling at them for not using proper protection (you can’t release photos when their not using their masks during target practice!). While they seemed surprised by a ‘nat-born’ (as you had heard them refer to you as) giving orders to them, the didn’t seem to fall in line until Wrecker gave a little bit of incentive. You would always look back over your shoulder with an appreciative smile before settling back into your work.
Your job wasn’t easy, attempting to explain this entire mess with an optimistic spin and the hours you had to match with the soldiers who were designed for this burned you out. Luckily, Wrecker joked along side you and pointed out good photo opportunities. More importantly, he explained everything he could since you didn’t know the first thing about all the training.
The sun had set at the end of the day, but it had felt like a lifetime of friendship with the clone. You had a new appreciation for all of them, but Wrecker would hold a special place in your heart (and memory cards).
He had a shy look in his eyes and a hand on his neck as you packed up to leave.
“What is it, Wrecker?”
“Thanks… for letting me follow you around.”
It took a moment for you to realize he thought he had been… bothering you.
“Wrecker… I have gotten some of the best photos of my entire career today and I couldn’t have done it without you. Honestly, I was scared when I got the assignment, it feels like the whole war is really… real and I didn’t even know what to expect. Bumping into you was the best accident that could have happened.”
The smile the appeared on his face was one you wanted framed. You quickly snapped a photo and inspected it, smiling to yourself. It almost made you sad you were always the one behind the lens for a moment.
“I’ll be here tomorrow… see you then?”
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so, extremely wishful thinking ahead! but I wanted to write it out anyway:
what if after Din gives Grogu to Luke, you have Din - just gave up his child, super sad, doesn't know what to do - and he just wanders for a little while. he knows he has a place on Tattooine, he also knows he's not gonna touch the whole Mandalore situation with a 50-foot-pole. so he kind of drifts, going from planet to planet, until he comes across an outpost of people who look somewhat familiar - they remind him strangely of Boba.
and then they tell him - we're clones - and that their aging process is like Boba's because they were aging too fast for the clone wars - they tell Din that the 'longnecks' changed the cloning process to be more 'efficient' with no small amount of hate. they tell Din that some of the older batches - the names whispered in reverence, Rex, Wolffe, Gregor, Echo, Fives, Cody and so many more - told them about the chips and the younger batches, those still on Kamino when O66 came through, they got the chips out, only because of the clones who sacrificed everything. and then those clones, so much younger than the rest, ran and hid, working as part of the resistance in secret, taking their brothers from the Imperials and deactivating their chips, too.
(of course Din feels kinship to them because he knew what it was like for the Imps to take everything he'd ever loved away from him - they took his parents, forced his Convert to disband, forced him to run and hide with his son -)
and they continued freeing their brothers, on and on and on until they had what Din could have described as a Convert of their own - they were still Mando'ade no matter what others thought of them, of the clones who (besides only one) were the last legacy of Jango Fett.
and Din, still reeling from the loss of Grogu, of breaking his Creed, of not knowing what to do next, stays with them. he stays and they call him ori'vod and there are plenty of kids still running around (because of course the clones who left Kamino took the tubies, and the tech to keep them alive to decant them later, when it was safe enough for them to grow) and he feels...content enough. sad, yes, so very sad. but he's doing okay.
and then Boba Fett once again comes out of the black with Fennec, looking for Din, and the antagonistic/indifferent view he'd once had of the other clones has long since passed as he watched the galaxy go to hell in a handbasket, as he was nearly eaten by a damn sarlacc, and because even if he was the only one claimed as Jango Fett's son, he still faced the rampant racism against clones.
(looking at you, Bo-Katan.)
and all Boba can do is look at these young clones and at then Din who has so very obviously adopted all of them, and he just sighs. and takes them back to Tattooine so that they had a proper home and Boba once again feels connected to a culture he thought he'd lost when Jango was murdered in front of him.
(then of course in true Skywalker Dramatics™, Luke makes his return, Grogu in tow. which makes Din ecstatic because he has his son back and Grogu has now obtained dozens of new brothers. Boba accepts that the crazy Jedi is here to stick around, but only as long as that Solo stays the hell away.)
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@clonemando I saw your pinned post and I had actually written this the day before, but queued it for later today 😅😂. I'm glad I'm not the only one who wants to see Din interacting with other clones!
Xanatos raised a single elegant eyebrow. "You've heard of me?"
Anakin shrugged. "Not really but my Master doesn't seem to like you."
"Your Master?"
"Yeah," Anakin said pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of the force field. "Obi-Wan."
Xanatos eyes narrowed though there was a sudden glint to them Anakin couldn't quite decipher. "Kenobi, figures," he snorted. "That kid'll never stop meddling in my business."
"If your business is enslaving people, then no," Anakin spat. "Personally I wouldn't have even given you the courtesy of a trail so be grateful Obi-Wan decided to meddle in your business."
Lips pulling up and teeth flashing with a sneer, Xanatos crossed his arms and shook his head. "Your Master has had his warnings. Whatever comes next is on him."
Anakin glared. He really did not like this man and he hated how Obi-Wan kept arguing for a lighter sentence for him. Why. He clearly didn't like him. It made no sense, and he wouldn't leave here until he found out why. "What are you to him?" He quested.
A pause, "An unending nightmare," Xanatos smirked.
don’t think about boba singing a lullaby to his baby while the baby is sleeping on his bare chest
THIS HAD ME MESSED UP ALL DAY BRO PLS OMG
Drabble below the cut! (Gender Neutral Reader; no y/n; found family; mention of child abandonment with rapid subsequent adoption; Boba has a fast trigger finger and no patience for bs; light gentle smooches; Boba singing; SOFT FEELS)
You pressed a gentle kiss to Boba's cheek before you departed the throne room, an empty sack thrown over your shoulder waiting to be filled with whatever was fresh at the market. As you made your way down the dim corridor you thought out your mental list despite knowing that it would be abandoned as soon as the fragrant spices of the open air stands washed over your senses.
Things had been going well lately, and Boba seemed content in his position. You wanted to surprise him, so you made plans to seek out a certain bakery stand to pick up something sweet, a nice treat at the end of his day.
The vendor offered many delicacies from across the galaxy and sometimes they had a few pieces of Corellian air cake - Boba's favorite for the fruit filling and delicate sweetness. Your mind was full of sugar and berries, sticky and light as you quietly hummed to yourself, thinking of sitting on the armrest of the throne to feed Boba little pieces of confection from between your fingers.
You swung the heavy iron door behind you with a smile, pausing to ensure it clicked before making your way to your speeder, stopping once again when an eerie cry filled your ears.
Was that?
No, you thought, it couldn't be.
But the sound was persistent, cutting through the air and straight to your heart. You immediately moved towards the noise, hugging the wall as you approached the main gate. You found a small basket, the noise coming from the small child swaddled within. When you pulled your binocs from your belt and scanned the dunes for any sign of life you found nothing but harsh sands, wavy with the heat of the binary suns.
You chewed your lip for just a moment, the choice quite obvious. You gathered the small thing to your chest, holding them close while you stuffed the basket in your bag, racing back into the palace as quickly as your body would allow. Blessedly the baby stopped crying, but that didn't stop you from calling out for Boba as you ran down the steps.
He held up a hand to silence whoever it was talking to him, beckoning you closer. You began to explain the way you found them, abandoned at the door. Words were pouring out of you at lightspeed, tears threatened to fall over your lashes as you clutched the baby to your chest, stopping only when the hunter next to Boba made some sort of bitter laugh. When you sent him a scathing glare the man scoffed, making some offhand ‘joke’ about abandoned children being fed to rancors.
Boba slowly twisted his head at that, and the man didn't have time to apologize before smoke was rising from his chest. Before you could blink his blaster returned to his side, and Fennec was pushing the body into the pit of the very beast the man had mentioned.
Boba scanned the room, the other bounty hunters and callers unbothered by the events that had unfolded. He cleared his throat once and all eyes fell to him, a single word emptying the chamber in a second.
"Out."
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Several weeks had passed since you found the baby, a little Twi’lek with purple skin blotched with teal. Boba had taken to calling them Sarad'ika - little flower, he had mentioned once - and you quickly followed suit.
The day you found them he went to the markets instead, bringing a larger speeder and piling it high with cloth, pillows, and blankets, extra food and some simple toys. When he returned you learned that he was skilled with a hand needle, showing you how to sew simple garments. Your knowledge was previously limited to simple repair stitches and holding these delicate fabrics in your hand and a spool strong silk thread, Boba’s hands gently gathering material while his brow furrowed in concentration, you couldn't help but laugh. These hands of his, known throughout the galaxy for destruction, were gently threading needles, sewing together little garments and changing small diapers.
You thought he was protective of you before, his long time lover. But it was nothing to what he was now, silencing questions about the child held to his chest with a dark glare or the menacing tilt of his helmet. He insisted on making trips out to town for supplies, leaving you to play or nap with the child.
It was a slow day for once and you finally convinced him to let you go to the market, suggesting he spend his rare spare time playing with the kid. He finally agreed, so long as you promised to take one of the pill droids with and carry his extra blaster at your hip. An easy compromise.
When you returned to the palace your bag was heavy, laden with fruits and vegetables and breads. You had a wrapped parcel in your hands, too delicate to throw in with the rest. Two neat slices of air cake with jogan fruit filling were resting inside, the last the vendor had.
You shuffled along the corridors, dropping your bag off in the kitchens before heading to the throne room, finding it empty. The few visitors that day must be long gone if Fennec had left too, so you continued to your chambers. The door was cracked a bit and you stopped, leaning on the door frame as you looked in.
You smiled, finding Boba in the rocking chair he had made, gently pushing himself back and forth with his foot. Sarad was fast asleep on his bare chest, their little hand wrapped around one of his pinkies as he sang a sweet Mando'a melody. They looked so tiny in his arms, the thumb of his hand rubbing across their little shoulders.
The tune registered as slightly familiar, and you wondered if you had heard Boba sing it before as you fell asleep tucked into his side. The words were softer then the finest silks, wrapping you and the baby in the kind of warmth that could only be kindled by a whole and true love. You could watch him like this forever, cradling this sweet child to himself, looking at peace at last.
He paused, placing a kiss to the top their head, nestled between their budding lekku.
"You can come in, my dear one."
You grinned as you quietly opened the door, padding inside before closing it as gently as you could. You placed the parcel on the edge of the bed as you made your way to Boba’s side, placing a light kiss on his cheek before running the tip of your index finger over your child's tiny knuckles.
They yawned a little, rubbing their cheek against Boba's skin. He stood and kissed you once more, placing them in the crib at the foot of your shared bed. You helped him wrap them for the night, quiet motions now muscle memory. Your routine came together easily enough, like it had always been this way.
When he sat next to you on the bed you handed him the parcel, watching him beam when he found the treats nestled safely in the box. He set it to the side once more and wrapped an arm around your waist, his forehead meeting your own before wrapping his other hand around yours.
He pulled your knuckles to his mouth to breathe a quiet promise frequently repeated, love rolling off his tongue in the breathy way he spoke his father's tongue.
Fives looks over at Jesse as the captain leaves the room. "Well," he mumbles. "Thats that then. Congrats Jesse we gets to live another day."
"Yeah. I.. guess." Jesse looks down at his feet."Over and done with. No more Umbara, Krell, or.." he trails off.
"What is it?" Fives asks.
Jesse clenches his fists."I just- do you really think the captain would have let them execute us?" He looks up at Fives. "Do you really think the captain would have let them if Krell had his way? I mean yeah we were able to avoid it the first time but what if Krell had really pushed for it?"
Fives sighs. "Jesse, the captain did everything he could to help us, the right way. There is only so much he can do when he has so many other brothers to take care of." He puts a hand on Jesse's shoulder. "He always tries to do right by us. You know that."
"I don't know what to think anymore, Fives." Jesse stands up, shaking Fives hand away from him. "All I know, is we were standing at the end of the blasters of our brothers. Even Kix was there and ready to-"
"They weren't ready to do anything! You saw them. They all dropped there weapons! They all stopped what they were doing." Fives exclaimed, trying to convince himself."They would never have shot us for the wrong reason, would they? They were only trying to follow orders of a corrupt general."
Jesse turns to walk out of the room."And Dogma?" He pauses, looking over his shoulder.
Fives rubs the back of his neck. "Look Jesse. You know how Dogma is with following orders- how we all are. He was only there to make sure an ordered was followed through. But you saw what he did to Krell. Even he came around later on."
"That's not what I meant." Jesse shakes his head again. "Where is Dogma right at this moment, Fives?"
"I.. don't know." Fives lies, looking over at the cold grey walls of the ship. "The last time I saw him they were just.. taking him away."
"With a firing squad. Of our own brothers."
"We have to trust in each other, Jesse." Five pleads. "We have to trust in each other, our brothers, the General. We will never win this war if we are fighting each other."
Jesse grabs his helmet from the desk and looks back at Fives sadly."If we were so easy to divide back there like we were back on Umbara, then there is no hope for any of us."
i was reading sweater weather for the millionth time and this idea just came to me...
“This is ridiculous.” Remus said simply, shaking his head.
“I disagree.”
“But it’s not even a special occasion!”
Sirius smiled to himself, leaning closer to his stubborn boyfriend to peck his lips, “I don’t need one, mon loup.” As Remus fell happily into the brief kiss, Sirius took the opportunity to thrust the hastily wrapped present further into his arms.
“Ok, ok, I’ll open it,” He gave in half-heartedly, holding the package in front of him to assess it. “I still think you’re crazy.”
It took him awhile to even open whatever gift Sirius had given him, obviously wrapping wasn’t one of his many talents. Remus couldn’t truly bring himself to care, his heart secretly melting at the gesture although he tried his best the hide it. Peeling the layers of pink paper back, he was taken aback to see the head of a stuffed animal looking back at him.
“Baby...”
“Just open it.” Sirius bit his lip endearingly, running his hands up and down Remus’ arms.
Inside the package was a petite stuffed bear with soft white fur and big brown eyes, just about big enough to fit in his arms. The sweetest part was the miniature hockey pulled over it’s head, the #12 and the name BLACK plastered across the back. Remus teared up as he ran his fingers over it.
Sirius spoke softly right into his boyfriend’s ear, “I know that we can’t always be close to each other when we have roadies and all-star games, and even when sometimes it gets really hard being away for so long but I want you to know that I’m always there with you, loving you.”
“Remus shifted so his eyes could meet Sirius’, and all he saw was a young boy wearing his heart on his sleeve. He continued, “So when you don’t have me to cuddle, you have Padfoot.”
“Padfoot?”
“I mean, you can rename him if you want, but I just thought-”
“It’s perfect, baby...” Remus couldn’t hold back from kissing the gorgeous man in front of him any longer, and so he did. Their mouths danced in perfect harmony, nipping and licking as if they’d been kissing their entire lives.
A little later into the night, Sirius watched adoringly as Remus stroked the bear’s fur from his place on his bed, “I’m starting to think you like that thing more than me.”
“What? Of course not!” Despite what he was saying, he hugged the toy closer to his chest. “He’s just soft.”
“I know, love.”
omg,,, congrats on 500, emcon! i remember seeing your initial post but i totally missed your celebration post! i hope i'm not too late. can i request a hurt/comfort drabble with finn (star wars) for your drabble event? if it's not closed, that is.
gif // a/n: i hope you like it! this maaaaay have inspired my one shot for Noah’s writing challenge
“You all right?” Finn asked, sitting down on the floor of the ship, next to you. You were still out of breath, your heart racing, and you could see Finn’s legs shaking as he stretched them out, leaning his head against the wall.
“It’s been a long day,” you responded with a sigh. “A really long day.”
When you shut your eyes, you could still see the faces of the soldiers that were left behind, the ones who didn’t make it back to the ships, the ones that you tried to rescue and failed. The First Order had been faster than you.
“Your wrist,” Finn finally said, noticing it, you cradling it against your chest, your breath hitching whenever the ship lurched and the momentum hurting it even more. “When did that happen?”
“It’s just a sprain,” you said, eyes still shut. “I’ll be fine.”
“Seems worse than just that.” You heard him shuffling around the cabin, the click of a cabinet unlocking before he sat down next to you again. “We should at least... wrap it or something... I don’t know. I can’t find any freeze packs or I’d give you one of those.” He cracked open up the medpack and pulled out wrappings, holding his hands out, gesturing for you to let him help you.
With another sigh, you offered him your wrist, trying not to flinch as you moved it.
“I can’t get it out of my head,” Finn murmured as he wrapped your wrist. “All those people... left behind. We should have never tried to run. I know the First Order. I should have known it was a trap.” His voice tightened as he recalled the scene on the planet below.
“It’s not your fault,” you said. “We had no way of knowing. And by then, communication had already broken down.”
“But I knew,” Finn said. “Or I should have known. But I just panicked...”
“If no one got out, no one would have known what the First Order was doing,” you said, trying to convince yourself just as much as Finn. “We witnessed it. If we didn’t run, that secret would have died down there.” You paused, wincing as he tested the tightness of the wrappings, searching your eyes.
“Does that hurt?”
You shook your head. “I’m good.” He released your wrist and you immediately folded him into a hug, pain be damned. “You did the right thing, Finn. Okay? There was no other way.”
Summary: Smut between Hux and reader who's his wife, interrupted by Hux's cat Millicent.
Warnings: smut
Words: 1492
Request by: @itsnestea
Authors: Cass & Rouge
Armitage watched the door to his quarter slowly slid open right in front of him.
He was deeply exhausted after the whole day of hard work and dealing with Ren.
It was always wonderful to return back to his chamber, to his wife.
Hux sneaked into your shared bedroom as quietly as his high boots only let him. Sighing deeply, he started to undress himself in front of the wardrobe, looking over his shoulder from time to time only to take a look at his wife peacefully sleeping in the bed.
Armitage slipped under the quilt as soon as he was done with undressing. Immediately interweaving his skinny legs with yours and wrapping his arms around you, he felt the soft fabric of your nightdress. He only purred and kissed back of your neck. "Your general is back," Hux purred against your neck.
You murmured softly in your calm sleep yet opened your eyes and shifted in man's arms, turning onto your back and facing ginger man. "Armitage," your voice was only a soft whisper dancing on your lips as your fingertips stroked over his pale, perfectly carved cheek. "Tough day, wasn't it?"
"Which day isn't tough? But it's much better now, I am back with my beautiful wife," Hux said, kissing your palm before moving to your neck. "You are the best part of this fucking ship and only mine in addition."
You kept on stroking his cheek. "I know, Armitage. I know."
You cupped his face in your palms and forced him to look right into your eyes. When your glances met, you smiled a little and stared in his unbelievable green irises for a longer moment before placing a soft kiss to his full lips as your hands moved to wrap around his neck.
Hux murmured loudly and kissed you back, easily placing you on your back again, this time right under him. He pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Tonight I will worship this body. I missed you so fucking much."
Armitage started to move down your body, removing the nightdress and placing kisses on every inch of your bare skin.
"General...," You moaned lazily with your hands slipped in his thick, ginger hair. Your fingertips tangled with his ginger locks as you gently tugged on them. "I missed you so much as well. Have no idea how much..."
Finally, he throw the nightdress on the side and looked at your completely naked body.
"Beautiful as always and only mine," Armitage gently kissed and bite your soft skin as he got closer to your core.
"No," you tugged on his hair harder. "I just want you in, no foreplay," you begged.
He looked up and raised his eyebrow. "Oh, really? My wife missed me that much?"
Hux moved up to tower over you, he pushed his boxers down enough to free his already hard cock. Just the image of your naked body affected him that way. Placing your legs around his hips, Hux kissed you gently, you could feel his tip poking at your entrance.
You bit your lower lip and gasped eagerly, with smile that was saying you'll welcome him gladly.
You wrapped legs around his hips and rolled them, rubbing yourself against his stiffened length.
He pushed inside you, going slowly inch by inch, trying to tease you with his slow movement.
Immediately you pulled him into a kiss humming onto his mouth as well. You rocked hips a little and placed hands on his back, hugging him a little.
Armitage purred loudly and kissed you back deeply, cupping your cheek with his palm. His moves became faster as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
You were humming for your husband.
His every thrust was giving you such a huge pleasure that you could only roll head back and moan loudly for him.
Hux chuckled at looked at your face briefly before moving again to your neck.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Hux," you looked back at him. "Don't bullshit me, you good know what I like the most," your hands slipped down his back and were placed on his buttocks, squeezing them.
Armitage rolled his eyes, snapping his hips harder into you.
"You could at last pretend to be more innocent, love," he joked, his hand moved between your bodies and started to rub over your clit.
You gasped and rolled head back again, his name was the only thing to roll out from your lips in a gasps of pleasure.
With head rolled back you parted your thighs wider a little, to provide Hux a better access.
You were moaning loudly and turned face back to him only to spot some movement with a corner of your eye.
Millicent jumped on the bed and started to rub over your face with her side.
"Tfu! Millie!," You giggled. "Stop it!"
Hux growled annoyed and grabbed Millie.
"As much as I love you, this isn't the right place or time," he said putting cat on the floor.
You gasped loudly as Armitage shifted a little in you while putting cat down on the polished floor. "She apparently missed ya as well, general," you bit your lower lips and wrapped arms around his neck again. "So, where have we ended....?"
"Oh, I know very well where we ended," he said with a smile and pulled you into a kiss as his hips returned to previous speed, his hand returned to your clit.
You were nearing your peak so you used all of your strength to roll on top of Hux. As soon as you did, your hands were placed on his chest as you rolled your hips, back and forth. "That's it, my general. That's the right place for you to be, beneath me, moaning my name," you said and started to playing with your breasts, squeezing them gently.
Millicent meowed loudly and looked at two of you from the floor.
Hux got quickly distracted by the cat.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... Really? Go away, Millicent!," He hissed.
Instead of listening to her owner, Millicent jumped on the bed again and climbed onto Hux's chest where she rounded few times only to lay down, yawning.
You giggled and stopped your moves. "I'm sorry, darling, she's a little distraction," you admitted.
"Tell me about it," Hux muttered taking Millie off his chest only for her to quickly return back on.
Hux only sighed deeply and rubbed his face annoyed.
You leant down and kissed his forehead, then you slowly started to buck your hips for him again and kept going until you cum, moaning his name.
"Well, that makes one of us," Hux muttered and looked at you, then at the cat which was purring on his chest. "She is a total turn off."
"Come on, focus on me, not on her, she's just laying, doing nothing but purring," you told him as you slowly got off his cock only to kneel between his legs and wrap your lips around his shaft, head bobbing back and forth.
"Love, please, don't. Enough, I really can't when she bothers me like this," Armitage tried to again put Millie away but she returned back.
You pulled his cock out of your mouth. "Are you sure? I hate when I'm the only one to get the orgasm," you told him and reached out to stroke Millicent's ear.
"Yes, more than sure. I went soft before you even finished," he sighed and gently pet the cat. "Next time we need to make sure she is out of the room."
You crawled up the bed and laid down next to him, stroking his chest gently. "Don't be mad on her, she's just missing her beloved general, as much as I did," you kissed him. "And I'll make you cum, don't worry about this, won't forget it," you put head on his chest. "I love you so much.
Hux nodded, scratching cat's head.
"I think I will start to bother her everytime she naps on your lap," ginger man mumbled and looked at you with a smile.
"Oh, how wry you are, love," you said and pulled him into soft, passionate kiss.
Millicent didn't like the affection you were giving to Armitage so she hit her paw on your face gently, in accompaniment of loud meowing.
Hux only laughed and shook his head.
"Well, now we see the problem."
"She's just jealous. I'm not surprised," you kissed him for the last time and rolled on your side. "Good night."
Armitage stayed on his back.
"Good night, love," he told you, petting Millicent's back.
Cat looked at him without blinking, she meowed few times and got up only to take few little steps and lay right onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face to his neck.
"I love you and good night for you as well," Hux whispered, kissing kitten's head.
Millicent licked his cheek few times and purred before closing her eyes.
