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That Finale

OPINION

I do not think the clones were hesitant about destroying Kamino because it was the origin of their creation, their home, I think they were hesitant more for the fact that it was their ONLY place of origin.  

Tarkin, even though we do not see it, pretty much executed whole clone battalions as part of his “assessments” for the needs of the Empire.  Leaving those who survived or were ranked high enough to constitute as “trainers” for the new recruits.  

Now with no home to be sent back to, when the clones are un-needed, where are they supposed to go?   All the cities were destroyed on the planet.  That was their first combined “mission” with Clones and The Empire, wiping out a whole planet, their home world.

ALL ONTOP OF NOT BEING PAID LIKE THEIR CONSCRIPTED REPLACEMENTS.  So now not only is their home destroyed, but they have no support, they are left completely reliant upon a galactic military that does not value their service, which put the Empire in place, but exploits their collective experience as continued slave labor.

Just too much!  Too sad!

Star Wars, Dave Filon, can conduct one hell of a Space Opera.  

what's my name

❥pov: song mingi x black! fem reader

❥cw: cussing, porn w/ a lil bit of plot, public sex, cunnilingus, mingi has a daddy kink bc duh, smut, unprotected sex, handjob, lots of praising bc ya! you look good! mingi's in love wit you, missionary, srry if i missed anything!

❥wc: 2.8k (one of my longer ones, oops hehe)

❥an: if you've ever been to a concert, you might know mingi says "whats my name" so that's my inspo lol

Sitting on the bed, you slip your feet into the pink heels. You apply the finishing touches to your outfit, grabbing your purse and lipgloss. You leave the room and walk down the hall, ensuring everything is turned off. Hearing the clacking of your heels in the living room, Mingi looks up at you from his phone. 

“’m sorry I took so long, baby,” you mumble, pushing your body wave curl over your shoulder. You take in Mingi's appearance as he’d finished getting ready while you were in the shower. He wore a white button-down under a black vest, black slacks, and a silver watch. His bright pink hair a sexy mess. Mingi’s eyes size you up as he takes in your dress and heels.

“All good, ma. Damnn girl, you look stunning,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling your hair in his finger. 

“I don't want other people seeing you look this good, ma. You know I don't like to share,” he grumbles, his hand sliding down your exposed back to your barely covered ass as he kisses your lips. You return his kiss, your hand on his chest.

“I'm sorry, baby, but I’m not changing,” you say, winking at him. “Plus, we’re already late, and I’m hungry,” you whine. 

“Fine, but you gotta wear my jacket,” he complains, knowing you weren’t gonna wear it. 

The both of you exit the apartment, Mingi closely behind you, his hand glued to your ass. Arriving at the restaurant, Mingi pulls the door to the Benz, allowing you to get out. The both of you walk toward the door and enter the restaurant. 

The party was held in the middle of the restaurant, with a long table for all the guests. You walk to the end of the table and embrace Yeosang, the birthday boy, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Mingi places the gift the both of you bought for him on the table and wishes Yeosang a happy birthday. The party was already in full swing, and everyone was already drunk. You and Mingi find a seat and call for the waiter.

“I'm sorry, can you repeat the order? It’s really hard to hear,” the waitress asks, leaning over Mingi, her breasts spilling out of her barely buttoned top. You give her a noticeable side-eye as Mingi speaks his order slightly louder, but not by much. You turn to the waitress, reading his order for him, “He said he’ll have…” but you stop as you see the look she gives you, her face turning up in disgust.

You continue saying his order ending it with, “and I dare you to try some shit, love. You really don't want it.” 

Mingi slides his hand over your thigh, squeezing it to calm you. The girl rolls her eyes as she takes your menus and walks away. When your food arrives, you see Mingi look at his meal and frown. 

“What is it, baby?” you ask. 

“They messed it up,” he mumbles.

“What the fuck?” you say, reaching to grab his plate, noticing immediately what's wrong with it.

“Excuse me,” you say, gesturing to the waitress. “He asked for chicken, rice, and no tomatoes.”

“It’s okay ma, don't worry, I’ll still eat it.” Mingi says to you, his hand returning to your thigh. But you’re not really hearing any of it, already pissed off by the dumbass and her noticeable flirting with Mingi all evening. 

The waitress glares at you, “The chicken is cooked in the vegetables.”

“He asked for no tomatoes, so I would appreciate it if the fucking meal was cooked that way,” you snap, sarcasm dripping in your voice. At this point, everyone at the table was looking at you. 

Mingi goes quiet as the meal is taken from him.

“I’m sorry sir, we'll get it rectified quickly,” the waitress quips, walking away with the dish. 

You turn to Mingi, and his eyes are slit as he looks back at you. 

“You said-”

“Go to the bathroom,” he cuts you off, his voice stern. 

You sigh and put the napkin down, grabbing your purse as you walk to the bathroom. Yes, you knew you had an attitude problem plus a mouth with no filter, but Mingi knows this. So can he really blame you for getting upset when they fucked up his order? You push open the door to the private bathroom and let it close behind you. Moments later, Mingi comes in, locking the door behind him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is stiff as he approaches you. 

“Mingi, I-,” you start to say. 

“You must love all the attention,” he snaps, thumbing the fabric of your dress. “I’m worried about having to share you when I really need to be worried about you being a jealous little thing, hm.” His breath fans your neck as he speaks into your collarbone, inhaling your intoxicating scent. 

“But Mingi,” you whine. “You saw her! The stupid bitch couldn't even get your order right. On top of that, acting like I barely existed. Of course I was hot. I don't like sharing either. You’re mine,” you pout. 

“Always, ma,” he says. “And I know you wanna take care of me but don’t use it as an excuse to get mad okay?” he tells you, his warm lips sliding over yours. 

“Mmhm,” you hum as you wrap your arms around your man’s neck, kissing him. Even though the two of you were so different, Mingi knew you like the back of his hand, and you, him. 

Mingi had been trying to keep his hands off you all night, but couldn't control it anymore as you embraced him, your little stint at the table undoubtedly turning him on. He kisses into your mouth, your tongues sliding against each other in perfect harmony. Mingi slips his hand under your thigh and lifts it as he slides to his knees in front of you. You lean against the counter, bracing yourself on the ledge as your hooded eyes watch Mingi lift your dress, brushing his nose against your clothed core. 

“I swear, you looked a hundred times finer cussing at her.” His praises fill your ears and you moan as you slip your hands into Mingi’s hair, pushing his face toward your cunt.

“Only for you,” you gasp when he licks a stripe on your soaked underwear. 

“I should express my thanks, huh, ma?” he asks, his breath hot on your aching pussy. 

“Mhm,” you moan as he slides your panties off your legs, hooking your thick thigh over his shoulder. He licks another stripe up your core, spreading your slick over your clit. Mingi pulls it into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as you roll your hips on his face, “yess Mingi, just like that.” 

As if you were the only two people in the world and not in a public bathroom, Mingi slowly eats your pussy out, sliding his skilled tongue in and out of your hole, lapping the juice with each thrust. You feel your orgasm slowly build as Mingi applies just the right amount of pressure to your cunt, his sweet tongue fucking you senseless. 

“I'mma always take care of you, daddy,” you moan. Your head tilted, biting your lip as you watch Mingi lovingly eat your cunt, the filthy sounds gratifying. 

Mingi stops tonguing you out as he looks up at you, his eyes dark. He pulls off you, breathing hard, your pussy fluttering as the air makes contact. 

“What did you just say, ma,” he pants, his hands digging into the fat of your thigh.

“I said imma always take care of you. Why did you stop?” You whine, your hand itching to rub your throbbing clit. 

“What did you just call me, y/n,” Mingi looks up at you, his eyes hard and his mouth covered in your slick. 

He pushes two fingers into your leaking hole, the stretch of his long fingers causing you to groan. “I-i called you daddy,” you choke, his thrust slow and deep. 

“Fuck ma, what am I gonna do with you, ” Mingi grunts. He kisses up your legs as his fingers curl against the puffy skin inside you, lighting your nerve endings on fire. He brings his mouth to your soft clit, consuming you. 

“Shiiit Mingi, yesss,” your back arches off the counter as Mingi satiates your needy cunt, the combination of his fingers and tongue sending your senses into overdrive. 

“‘m cumming,” you groan as the waves of your orgasm wash over you, trapping Mingi between your legs. The sounds of him slurping you up resonate through the air as his tongue laps up the essence that drips from you. When your orgasm dies down, you release Mingi, and he stands, licking his swollen pink lips. His body towers over yours as he looks down at you, his pants tight against his thighs. He brings his head down to kiss you, swirling the remnants of your juices in your mouth. 

“You got me going crazy, ma. Wait ‘til we get home,” he breathes against your lips. 

He helps you clean yourself back up, waiting for you to reapply your lip gloss and fix your hair. By the time you're ready to go, you realize you don't have your panties on, your eyes following the fabric sticking out of Mingi’s pocket as he walks out the door. 

Dinner resumed in an air of palpable sexual tension, the waitress long forgotten. You and Mingi could not leave any quicker the moment it ended.  

You barely kept up with Mingi as he pulled you toward your apartment. Mingi’s mouth on your neck, hands roaming your body, pleasuring you as you open the door. The ache in his pants never left since the moment you called him that word, and it was all he could think about. 

You run into your bathroom to at least get out of your dress, but Mingi’s impatience only allows you to put your hair up as he slides his hands over the front of your body, unbuckling his pants as he pins you against the counter of the bathroom. 

“Should finish what we started, shouldn’t we, mamas,” Mingi grunts, pulling the strap of your dress down, freeing your titties. He pulls the bottom of the dress up over your ass, lining his aching cock to your heat. He wraps his arms around your waist and throat, watching your body react to his touches in the mirror as he slides into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body savoring the feeling of him stretching you inch by inch. “Soo big,” you moan, unable to keep yourself quiet.

When you feel Mingi’s hips against the plush of your ass, he stills, allowing you to adjust. Nuzzling his nose into your neck, Mingi hugs your body as he pulls his hips back, snapping into you, your ass rippling from the force. Your hand clutches his arm as he drills into you, thankful that he’s holding you up because you feel weak in all your limbs. 

“So fucking pretty. Look at how pretty you are, ma,” he moans, encouraging you to look in the mirror. Your boobs bounce through his arms, the sounds of your ass clapping visible as you see it spread along his hips. Your mouth an “o” as the pretty moans fall from your lips. 

“Fucking me so good,” you choke, his cock taking all the air out of you. Your cunt responds to the connection, tightening the grip around Mingi as he hits you in all the right places. 

You don’t know what had gotten into Mingi and why he couldn't even wait until yall at least got to the bed, but you soon figured it out when your eyes meet each other and he tightens his hold on your throat, grunting, “What’s my name.” 

Mingi doesn't slow his rhythm, pounding into your aching cunt, your mind losing all focus.

 “M-m-mingi,” you moan, your hand on the counter helping you fuck yourself back on Mingi, the other gripping his arm around your neck. 

He grunts and claps your ass, his tip bruising your cervix with every thrust. “What’s. My. Name.” He growls. You can’t take the force of his pounding anymore, reaching your arm back to push against his waist. Mingi doesn’t even regard your whines, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back. 

“Nah, don’t try to push me off now, ma. What’s my name.” he grunts, feeling you clench around his dick. Your eyes lock with Mingi’s, tears prickling your eyes as you moan, “mmm- daddyyy.” Mingi smirks and pushes into you deeper, “again.”  

“Dadddyy, pleasee, it’s too much,” you choke out as Mingi strokes you deliciously, your pussy going against your words to pull him in. 

“But you're sucking me in, so which is it, ma?” he laughs into your ear. You just moan in response as he fucks your pulsing heat. 

“You want daddy to take care of you?” he asks.

“Yesss, daddy, please,” you groan. Mingi can't take his eyes off you. Your eyebrows furrow as you whine, calling him daddy. It's music to his ears, and he doesn't even realize you’re coming until he feels you tightening around him. Your orgasm crashes over you, your eyes going white as you cum, your release dripping down your thighs.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, Mingi kissing your shoulder as he strokes you through it. 

Looking at him through the glass, you can see that Mingi’s cock is still hard as he pulls out, his face sweating. 

You pull the dress off your head and turn to him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Your hand falls to his thick shaft, stroking him. 

You watch Mingi’s face morph into pure bliss, seconds away from nutting all over your hand. You lean to his ear and whisper, “you not done fucking me right, daddy?” Taunting him, knowing what you do to him. Mingi grunts, blood rushing back to his cock as he slides his big hands under your ass, spreading your cheeks as he picks you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his veiny dick rubbing against your sensitive skin as he walks and gently lays you on the bed. 

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you real good, baby. So just stay there looking pretty and scream my name.” Mingi hovers over you, holding your knees open as he spreads your legs, sliding his dick through your folds. 

“Mmhm, daddy,” you moan, your hands reaching up to grab his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss. You feel Mingi tuck his legs under yours and press into you, his lips never leaving yours. You moan into his mouth, the stretch coursing through your body. 

This time his strokes are slow, his cock digging your pussy out, bruising your cervix in an intoxicating way. Your bodies meld together, his hips dragging along your clit, stimulating it. You both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting you. Mingi admires your body as you cream on him, your face blissed out in pleasure. “So beautiful,” he mumbles. 

Mingi reaches down and grabs your chin, “Baby, open up for daddy,” he grunts. You obediently open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Mingi smiles, gathering the spit in his mouth. You watch as it slips from his pink lips and touches your tongue. 

“Swallow,” he grunts. You close your mouth and swallow, maintaining eye contact with him as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. 

“Such a good girl.” he praises, kissing your mouth as his hips start to speed up. 

You keep your legs open as Mingi fucks you, the intimacy of the moment never faltering, his hips slapping against your soaked sex. You reach between the both of you, rubbing your clit, grabbing your nipple in your other hand, “m gonna cum Daddy,” you moan. 

“Lemme feel you a little more, ma. Creaming on my dick,” Mingi says, driving his hands into the bed, biting his lip as he fucks into your warm hole. His mouth finds yours again, and you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist. He swallows all your moans as you cum, your heat caressing the nut out of Mingi. He rips his dick out of you, stroking it in his hand as he nuts all over your stomach, ropes of his cum exploding and hitting you as far as your mouth. “Fuuckk,” he moans.

You lick your lips, smiling at him as he leans back on his legs, looking at you. 

“Maybe I should call you daddy more often, “ you tease, swiping a finger up your stomach and pulling it into your mouth, using your pretty feet to play with Mingi’s softening cock.

He grabs your foot, pulling it to his mouth and kissing the bottom of it, “You better not try to run away when you can't take what daddy gives you,” he smiles. 

❥an: ion really have nun tuh say. i love pink-haired mingi. that's it that's all.

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