Hullo thanks for the ask!
R- reason to smile? my Booshlrs. Never before have I ever had such a wonderful and accepting group of people in my life. Every day they make me smile, either from a compliment or just a random amount of screaming over something small. I love everyone and you guys make me smile so big some times. I’ve LOLed so genuinely!
S- Song Last listened to. Addict, the newish Hazbin Hotel music video.
Z- Zodiac sign? Sagittarius, though I don’t always feel like I fit the Sagittarius profile? They are suppose to be sensual, and confident and I’m neither of those things. I am a lot of things a Sagittarius is meant to be so I guess its not all bad.
You might have just K worded me with those tags baby... 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Oh my.
Br**ding K*nk my beloved 😵💫😵💫😵💫
i’m gonna blame all of my wh0rniness on dogma anon from now on bc he has my mind REELING anyway. i really don’t think he’d even THINK about impregnating you like that idea is just so far out of the realm of possibilities for him it doesn’t even cross his mind
but also it makes so much sense for him bc he’s so extremely loyal and devoted and wants something to believe in again after krell, and also sexually speaking...he loves coming inside you. it’s his favorite place to finish bc it makes him feel so connected to you.
as i’ve mentioned he’s a TITTIES MANNN (is this me projecting bc of my, frankly, phenomenal tits? yes next question) so when those start to grow he’s like 🤤🤤🤤 and then also our boy lovvveesss curves and wants something to grab so when you gain weight from pregnancy he’s even MORE 🤤🤤🤤 like literally cannot stop himself always grabbing your ass, always feeling your tits, and in general just touching you too? like massages and cuddling and hugs.
and then when the baby’s born he loses it bc this is the happiest he’s ever been and he defects and you go live on some remote planet and raise your baby together bc his family’s what he’s fighting for now
ok but babygirl getting a smaller version of dogma's tattoo (it has to be less intricate) over her heart 👀
anon how does it feel to make me cry bc that’s what i'm doing right now. crying. like my hand flew over my mouth and i gasped at this idea. anyway here’s wonderwall a fic about it:
yours, babygirl
warnings: f!reader, playing with breasts and nipples, sexual situations, references to anal sex (male receiving). 18+ only!
Because Dogma doesn't have many nights to spend with you, it’s rare that you two aren't going at it when you’re together. But the moments do happen - you like spending time with him, after all, showing him your favorite holovids and letting him teach you how to play what he describes as a bastardized version of a game titled Cu'bikad. (”Okay, but what happens if I stab you?” “We get a medkit and keep playing.”)
Tonight, though, you just talk. Work’s been nightmarish for both of you lately, ever since the Jedi padawan was wrongly accused of multiple counts of murder. A lot of Dogma’s brothers had died that day, and a handful of your friends. It was sheer luck that Dogma hadn’t been among the bodies, and lately you’ve found that just holding each other is more than enough physical contact sometimes. Not to be, like, sappy and gross or anything.
“I love your tattoo,” you murmur, tracing the outside edges of it and then carefully going over each pattern. “It’s beautiful.” Dogma’s nose wriggles as your fingers brush over it, tickling him.
“Most people call it intense,” he tells you. “I was trying to look tough.”
“You do look tough,” you reassure him. “From a distance. But when I get to really look at you, it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he mumbles, still figuring out how to take praise from you. You push off from his chest, stretching up to kiss where the tattoo starts at his forehead, down to his brow, to the tip of his nose, to just above his mouth. Dogma tilts his head up and captures your lips in his, kissing you languidly, taking his time in pulling back from you only to dive in again.
“My beautiful boy,” you whisper, and he kisses you again and again. “Please be careful. I need you here, with me.”
“I promise, babygirl,” he whispers back. “I’ll come home to you.”
Dogma pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck with the same unhurried affection, though you don’t miss how his hands reach up to the collar of your shirt, gently tugging it down - after all, you’ve talked for hours. You can have a little fun after the fact. He gets a hand inside your shirt and massages a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it. You gasp against his cheek.
“Dogma?”
“Mmm.”
“I want to get a tattoo,” you tell him.
“That’s hot.”
“I want to get your tattoo.” Dogma hisses, pinching the nipple. “Somewhere on me. Don’t know where.”
“You are going to be the death of me, babygirl,” he mumbles into your neck, pulling your shirt down a little more roughly for better access. “I’ll get one, too.”
“Yeah?” you say, inhaling sharply when he manages to free your breasts and take a lick at them.
“Yeah,” he says, muffled around your tits. “Something to show I’m yours, babygirl.”
“All mine,” you say breathlessly.
“All yours.”
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You only have a couple of pictures of Dogma - neither of you are the type to think to photograph each other, and Dogma in particular doesn’t really care to have his picture taken, but you’ve managed to nab a few. You show the tattoo artist one with a clear enough view of his facial tattoo, although, admittedly, you’d had to crop the image because of the...inappropriate position Dogma had been in when it was taken.
You don’t get anything quite as intricate as Dogma’s lovely ink, but you do get a small v made of a couple of different shapes, right over your heart. It’s tasteful, and hidden by professional clothes, but when Dogma reveals his favorite part of your body, well, there it’ll be. You walk around for the next few days like you’re carrying some massive secret, eager to see him again, eager to show him what he means to you.
When Dogma arrives at your apartment, he's antsy to get you naked - not a slow night, then. You make sure you’re wearing something high-collared, and he tries to pull it off of you, but you stop him.
“Dogma,” you say a little sternly, and he drops his hands to his sides, fingers twitching. “Go sit on the bed and enjoy the show.”
You take your time undressing, trying to make the removal of clothing as sensuous as possible. Dogma seems hooked on it - fists gripping the edge of the mattress, white-knuckled as he watches you, cock straining against his bodysuit. You turn around when you remove the shirt, taking your time, and when you finally turn to face him, his jaw drops open.
“Well?” you ask, feeling just a little self-conscious after a minute of silence. “What do you think?”
“Cyar’ika,” he breathes, standing up and tracing the tattoo reverently. “You got one, too.”
“Yeah,” you tell him happily, leaning in for a kiss, and then you register what he just said. “Wait, what do you mean, ‘too’?” Dogma blinks in surprise for a moment, and then he smirks at you, making to take off his bodysuit.
“I told you, babygirl,” he says quietly, dropping his clothes. Dogma backs onto the bed, and then gets on his hands and knees, turning to show you his backside as he does. “I’m all yours.”
There, above his ass where a plug sits prettily, is the word Babygirl.
“Dogma,” you say, because every other word in your vocabulary has just gone out the fucking window.
“Yes, babygirl?” You take a deep breath, drinking in the sight of him, ready and waiting for you, the proof of his devotion clear as day.
“Get comfortable,” you say. “That pretty ass of yours will be red by the time I’m done with you.”
Dogma whines, arching his back and pressing his chest against the bed.
“It’s your ass, babygirl. Always has been.” he says, and yeah, it’s gonna be a long fucking night.
this is how dogma dresses when you leave him unattended
yeah it is YEAH IT IS i’m cackling liz our convo had me losing my shit bc everything is correct down to the drink and the colored sunglasses
speaking of here’s an excerpt from my fluffy beach day with dogma fic we discussed:
“Dogma, why are you wearing socks?”
“To keep the sand from my toes,” he says simply, glancing at your flip-flops. “I’d suggest you do the same. I researched the beach, apparently the sand gets everywhere. And it’s very coarse.”
“Thank you for doing your due diligence,” you say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes, “but I most certainly will not be doing that. Dogma, my love, no one wears socks and sandals.”
“Nice try, babygirl,” Dogma says, crossing his arms. “You’re not tricking me.”
Hey Dee! Do you have any advice for making friends here?
hi anon! i thought this over, and really, my best advice is this:
be brave! that means interacting with people, in any capacity really! likes are good, but they don’t really give much info on your personality/give the opportunity for response. reblogs on content you like (fics/art) with comments definitely helps a lot!
the big thing though, i think, is sending asks. i understand that a dm can be intimidating (although for me, dms were what made me realize someone wanted to be friends with me in the first place!), so asks really can be the best way to get know people - off anon.
look for ask games that people reblog. if you don’t see any and don’t know what to say, ask someone about their ocs/ongoing stories, just in general send a “have a nice day!” ask. that’s how i’ve made most of my friends, by starting a conversation that way.
the other thing to note is, not everyone is going to be your friend, and that’s okay! some people simply do not vibe, and it isn’t anything against you or them, it’s just how things go! whether it be time zone differences or time restraints, different interests, whatever, you’re not gonna become best friends with everyone you meet. i know it can get frustrating, but take heart and don’t let it stop you from trying. i have another blog, and have barely any friends on there, but i do have people i’m friendly with, and even that helps a lot. sometimes that’s just how it’s gonna be!
i’m sorry if this response was rambling or not very helpful, but this is just my personal experience. i’m sending love to you anon and wishing you the best of luck!
*clears throat* you know dogma would want you to hydrate. no seriously, though, your shit killed me and now i need to know: does he only take the strap with babygirl? like would he take it in a threesome with tup? i keep thinking about vees anon who said "pegging one while getting fucked by the other" and 👀 - 👾
okay you’re correct and i just hydrated so thank you i appreciate you 💞💞💞
now. i have thought about this. extensively. let me just say y’all are SO big brained with this shit. and ive thought about the current situation with dogma and coruscant and fives and everything. and there are two scenarios on my mind. the first is this:
it’s after things have settled a little. maybe the conspiracy hasn’t been revealed but it’s being worked on and tup and fives are safe in hiding together. you and dogma meet up with them again, and you all drink to your success of, you know, stopping order 66. things happen. lot of making out. lot of lap sitting. somehow, the strap comes out and next thing you know dogma’s underneath you while tup fucks you from behind, while fives has to watch, and yes, your panties are in his mouth but he’s AT least allowed to touch himself this time.
i also love the idea of pegging fives while tup fucks you and dogma telling you what to do, telling them how to touch you, goddamn that’s gonna be a multi-part fic isn’t it. anyway, here’s the second scenario:
right after fives has safely left coruscant but is still a fugitive, dogma’s acting antsy at work. he’s still an excellent guard and lowkey one of fox’s favorites, but the commander has a sneaking suspicion about dogma helping fives and is trying to get him to come clean. for some reason the reader hears this going on, and while dogma is a decent liar, he struggles with authority and starts to panic under fox’s concerned but urgent questioning.
so naturally, the reader comes forward and says “he’s nervous about his illicit relationship with me”. and fox knows the reader since she works with the guard and the detention center and his mind just. stops. i mean fox.exe stops responding. bc like. he likes dogma a lot and NEVER figured he’d do something so out of line, and yeah, when his mind starts working again it’s going a mile a minute and his imagination runs wild bc of how tightly wound he is and what’s the poor commander to do?
the long and short of it is, you end up pegging dogma while fox fucks you and you both have to call him sir.
