#fogma

[cabezadeperro]

i’ll probably post at least some of them to ao3, but until then: a list with the last batch of prompt fics:

waxer/boil + huddling for warmth; 550w

fox/alpha 17 + flirting under fire; 400w

darman/sev + inconvenient attraction; 460w

cody/fox + fake dating (+undercover); 656w

codex + only one bed; 556w

cody/obi-wan/rex + sharing a bed; 589w

fox/echo + time loop; 565w

codex + imperial triple agent cody; 651w

fox/dogma + (bloody) snuggling; 570w

fox/echo + confessions; 463w

[clonecest-bin-account]

I totally agree on your opinion re: dogma isn’t a mistreated baby uwu nor did the 501st bully him. He is a man who made bad choices based on poor judgement while in a very shitty situation. So on another vibe, may I request fives/dogma nsfw with aftercare where dogma, emotionally vulnerable, apologizes for his actions and fives forgives him, knowing how much it’ll mean to him? 🥺

(I’m so glad other people agree with me. Idk I’ve always felt like that by making Dogma an uwu soft boi bean you basically destroy his character and the purpose he has in the story. As for the prompt, it’s probably different from what you had originally in mind: I’ve decided to make it happen right after Umbara, so the feelings are a bit raw still, but it has a hopeful ending nonetheless!)

(WARNING FOR SOME MILD DUB-CON)

(Fic under the cut)

This isn’t how Fives thought his evening was going to be, but oh well, so is life.

They’re all still recovering from the mess that was Umbara; some are doing it on their own, some with their brothers. As for Fives, he’s been with Rex mostly, and with the men, trying to reassure them as best as he can, but he needs some time alone now, that’s why he’s taking a walk through the Resolute.

He meets a few brothers here and there, all huddled up together, but otherwise the ship feels pretty empty.

When he arrives close to the hangar, he decides he’s ventured far enough and that he’d better get back to the barracks. As he turns to do exactly that, however… he slams against someone.

 He barely has the time to react that the person he’s slammed against grabs him by the wrist and drags him to the first open room he finds, which turns out to be the fresher. It’s…

“Dogma? What are you doing?”

He drags him to one of the stalls and slams him against the door. “Hey!”

“I’ve been looking for you…” Dogma says then, as if that explains anything.

“So?” Fives asks, confused by what is happening. What the hell does he want now?

 At this point, Fives expected him to start a fight - though a fight in the fresher doesn’t sound that great, doesn’t it? - but to his surprise, Dogma drags him for a kiss. What?

Fives is so shocked that he’s paralyzed, not moving a muscle, prompting Dogma to pull away and look at him with a delirious intensity that he never felt from him before, not that he’s known him for such a long time.

“Don’t you hate me?” Dogma asks then. “Don’t you want to make me pay for it?”

Fives keeps staring at him, not knowing what to say. He does hate Dogma a bit, though he feels guilty about it, because he’s a brother and they’re supposed to be united… But isn’t Dogma the first one who broke this unity? He almost had him executed, and for what, saving the day?!

Dogma leans closer, whispering to his ear. “I’m giving you an opening.”

 Fives isn’t able to resist his instincts anymore, even though he feels there are still many questions that haven’t been answered at all, but it doesn’t matter for now.

He turns them around, slamming Dogma, who’s grinning at his actions. “You think this is funny?” he snarls. Does he think this is some kind of fucked up game?

Dogma shakes his head, though he still has that annoying expression on his face. Fives is going to wipe it away.

One good thing is that Dogma isn’t wearing his armor, and like this Fives can visibly see just how much he’s liking this. He grabs his bulge through his blacks, squeezing it so tightly that it makes Dogma hiss in pain. “Do you enjoy being treated badly? Is this why you’re such a bitch all the time?”

Dogma whimpers, but otherwise keeps his mouth closed. It’s fine: the less he talks, the better.

 He makes him kneel down in front of the toilet, stripping him off his blacks without uttering a word.

He’s not that evil not to prepare him however, although he goes quite fast with that. The only sounds that come out of Dogma’s lips are whines and moans, and nothing more, as he scrambles against the toilet’s surface to hold onto it. It’s quite the image. Fitting, Fives would even dare say.

He’s harsh in the way he moves his fingers in and out of Dogma, keeping his free hand on Dogma’s back to keep him still if he begins to move too much.

“Fives… Sir… Please…” Dogma’s voice comes out more as a chocked sob, but Fives doesn’t mind that at all. Besides…

“Sir, huh? I like the sound of that.”

 He removes his fingers, quickly moving to replace them with his cock. He could go slower, but frankly he doesn’t care enough for that; besides, it doesn’t seem that Dogma minds.

Once he’s completely inside, he waits just for a moment before beginning fucking the daylights out of Dogma.

Sometimes Dogma grunts in pain when he’s slammed against the hard surface of the toilet too hard, but he never asks the other to stop, so he keeps going. At some point Fives even grabs his head and pushes it inside it, close to the water level, but never enough to actually drown him; he could do it, but unlike Dogma, he’s a decent person, so he doesn’t.

He keeps going, he keeps going and he keeps going, until he reaches the apex, coming still buried deep inside Dogma, just to add insult to injury.

 Once this is over and he finally manages to catch his breath, Fives comes back to himself. What has he done?

He pulls away from Dogma, one hand in his hair, tugging at the curly strands. Oh shit.

“Dogma? Are you okay?” he asks, getting closer again. Oh no, he’s trembling, and when Fives reaches out for him, he realizes that he’s crying.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Dogma continues to sob. Fives has no clue what to do. Why did he provoke him like this? Is it because of Umbara?

He hesitantly draws Dogma into a hug, caressing the top of his head. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this to you,” he mutters then, meaning every single word of it.

“No, no… I deserve it.”

Fives sighs. Sure, Dogma has been a dick, almost having them killed, but not to the point of deserving this. As much as he almost doesn’t want to admit it, but… “You don’t. You understood your mistakes, I hope. I can’t say that everything’s been mended, but… C’mon, why don’t we get out of here? Let’s get you someplace nicer.”

 Dogma doesn’t say anything. He just looks baffled by the kindness he’s showing him now, a kindness that he doesn’t feel like he deserves, not after what he’s done. Still, it feels nice, he can’t deny that.

He nods then, hurrying to dry his tears with the palm of his hand - he hates that he’s ended up crying - but soon he’s joined by Fives, who dries them away with his thumb. He’s giving him an apologetic smile, but Dogma doesn’t understand: he’s the one who pushed him to act like this, so why does he feel like this?

“Dogma?” “Yes?”

Fives begins helping him up, only to stop halfway to shoot Dogma another gaze. “Alright?”

For some reason, Dogma can’t help but to smile. “Alright.”

 It feels weird walking back to the barracks with Fives so close to him, holding his waist gently by draping one arm around it. It makes him feel safe, even though they’ve been getting looks from other troopers who must be wondering what the hell happened.

Fives takes him to the ARC quarters, which grant them more privacy, even though Dogma isn’t sure if he should be there, but he doesn’t voice his doubts.

He helps him clean up, even lends him a fresh pair of blacks, then offers his bunk to him, an offer that Dogma accepts, but only if they’re sharing, first of all because he’d hate to take something that is Fives’, and secondly because… it’s been a very long time since he last shared a bunk with someone. He wants to feel that closeness again.

Thankfully, Fives agrees. It’s a tight fight but they make it work. Dogma doesn’t really mind it that much.

 He’s almost fallen asleep when Fives whispers his name. “Dogma?”

“Yeah?”

“… I’m sorry, really.”

Dogma sighs. “Look, let’s just say that we were both wrong and move on, alright?”

Fives stays silent for a while, then he shifts, pulling Dogma closer to his chest. “Alright.”

Soon, he falls asleep, leaving Dogma as the only one awake.

He still feels guilty for Umbara, but maybe things will get better; if Fives is willing to treat him decently, then it must be true.

Oh well, only time will be able to tell.

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[blazesurrender]

Fox/Dogma; silk

Leading up to nsfw so I'm putting it under the cut:

Fox's breath catches as Dogma steps out. The shimmer outlining each shape in his facial tattoo draws his eyes first, before he rakes his gaze down to take in what his cyare is wearing. Black silk clings seductively to the planes of Dogma's skin.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs on an exhale, reaching out and almost touching, before breathlessly asking, "may I?"

Dogma shudders and steps into the caress, "Please," he begs, "please touch me."

[mikrokritik]

#75 Tiger Girl

Tiger Girl has left me with an imaginary pair of combat boots and the just barely checked urge to start trouble on the subway. The mechanisms behind its anarchist energy are simple: its complimentary leading girls are put through an effective mix of familiar situations, female fury born from victimization, and recognizably superheroic but genderflipped scenes of violent lash-out, creating a profoundly satisfying “What if?” scenario. There's plenty of room for the audience to huddle together on the moral high-ground – if you want it. Truth is, the low-down provides a type of feminist wish-fulfillment I didn't quite know I needed.

--- laura

[cabezadeperro]

for a prompt: fox/dogma snuggling 🥺

reconditioned!dogma and wounded fox; i tried my best, anon, but this kind of prompt isn't really my kind of thing. 570w

The commander is bleeding out. Three four hooks his hands under his arms and drags him away, the plastoid plates screeching against the cheap durasteel floor of the warehouse.

Three four lost his bucket somewhere. The visor cracked in the explosion, and he took it off, because he couldn’t see, the HUD was going crazy, and the sound of his own breathing echoing around in the dark was driving him insane.

The underlevels’ air is damp and hot on his wet cheeks. Three four gasps, swears under his breath. The commander’s heavy: he’s trying to help, but the twitchy way he keeps moving his legs does very little. Three four bites his lip and tries not to think of what will happen if the second team’s too late.

This was supposed to be a routine patrol. The commander usually stays in the Federal District, coordinating the work of the whole guard and liaising with the Jedi Council, GAR intelligence, the CSF and the Senate Guard. Three Four shipped from Kamino a few weeks ago, but he’s—he—

Three Four pauses. His chest feels tight. He tries to breathe in deep, chokes, gives up and keeps moving.

He needs to get him out of there. The other team will be there soon; they know about the explosion, and there was a medic with them, and—and they’ll know what to do. Three Four’s no one: he just got on Triple Zero, and he’s been a drag on his squad. He knows he is. He gets twitchy sometimes and he can’t sleep and he knows he’s missing things. He knows he’s too old to be a true shiny.

Everyone knows the Guard is where the wash outs end up. Three Four can’t remember where he heard that, but he can almost picture that brother’s face: it’s just beyond his reach, right behind the fuzzy prickly awfulness that fogs his brain and makes thinking so very hard.

Something clangs on the other side of the warehouse. Three Four pauses, looks over his shoulder. The place is full of shadows; here and there he can see the bright red and white of the rest of the squad, the plastoid blackened and melted in places. They’re all dead. Three Four swallows: something sour and cleansing at once blooms in his chest, and it takes him longer than it should to be able to name it, to recognise it as what it is, as fury.

Voices. Speaking Basic, but with a thick Underlevels accent. Three Four curses again, and looks around himself, looking for somewhere to hide.

“The—the vats—”

The commander’s voice is a whispery creak in the quiet. Three Four immediately sees what he means, and he starts dragging him there. He backs into the crack between two of the big, empty tubs nudged against one of the walls, and then sits down on the floor, the commander in his lap. Three Four’s fingers find the gash at his side; the rebar went through the armour like it was made of flimsi, and it’s still there, lodged between two of the commander’s ribs.

“Please. My—my bucket.”

Three Four swallows and obeys.

They wait there for long minutes, Three Four’s chin on the commander’s head, his hair soft and damp with sweat against his face.

They’re both shaking, adrenaline and pain and blood loss. Three Four looks for the commander’s right hand.

He finds it; he holds on.

[clonecest-bin-account]

Hey can I request dogma/fives NSFW? 💕

(Of course you can!)

Before, this would’ve never happened, but before is before and now is now.

“Please,” Dogma moans, though he’s not even sure what he’s asking for. Fives grunts, though, as if he understood, and he presses him even more against the wall, sinking inside him with a merciless rhythm, making Dogma curl around him even more than before.

When Fives nuzzles his face against his neck, Dogma keens.

“Feels good, huh?” Fives asks. He sounds so cocky, but Dogma knows he’s in no position to berate him for that.

“Yes,” he admits then, unable to do anything else except agreeing. He’s rewarded by Fives, who changes the angle of his thrusts, repeatedly brushing the tip of his cock against his prostate, making Dogma throw his head back against the wall with a sonorous thud; it must’ve hurt, but he’s too overtaken by pleasure to notice - he will later when his head will hurt, but not now.

 The worst - best - thing of all is that if Fives keeps going like this, Dogma is going to last incredibly short.

“Fives I… ngh! I’m close…” he manages to warn him, figuring that it’s only fair he does.

He’s rewarded again for his honesty, this time by a fist closing around his cock, pumping at the same speed of the thrusts.

“Good boy,” Fives praises him, sending a shiver down Dogma’s spine. “Keep going.”

What is Dogma supposed to do, except keep holding onto him? He buries his head against Fives’ shoulder, almost shy now that he feels his gaze on him so intensely.

He can’t keep his voice down, not that he needs too; there’s only he and Fives here, so it’s not like someone else could be hearing him.

 He throws his head back again as he comes, with thick white ropes of cum that get his and Fives bodies dirty, but Dogma doesn’t mind it as much as he thought it would.

Fives keeps fucking into his heat until it becomes obvious that Dogma’s too oversensitive for finding it pleasant. It’s when he pulls away that Dogma realizes that he hasn’t come.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, truly mortified, as if it’s his fault.

“It’s okay,” Fives reassures him as he lets him down, kissing his forehead. “Though you could still help me…”

 Dogma drops on his knees immediately.

What he lacks in experience he makes up with the enthusiasm with which he swallows down Fives’ cock, helping himself with his fist for what he can’t reach with his mouth.

It’s messy, but it works just fine for Fives, who was really close to begin with.

“Gonna shoot,” he warns, pushing Dogma out of the way just enough that he doesn’t come in his mouth - he knows not everyone is fond of it. Besides, Dogma looks his best with cum on his face.

 After Dogma recovers, Fives helps him up.

“So?”

“So what? Do you need a review?” Dogma asks. C’mon, he doesn’t want to say it.

Fives just wiggles his eyebrows at him, smirking, and Dogma sighs.

“Ok, fine. Yes, I liked it,” he admits. “Happy now?”

Fives nods, leaning closer so that he can begin leaving another series of kisses on his neck. Dogma can feel the smile against his skin.

 “Does that mean that we can do it again?” Fives asks.

Silence.

“… Maybe.”

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[amnesia-in-a-treppenwitz]

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