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neon-junkie · 1 year ago

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Private Affairs

Summary: Tasked with finding the General and the Captain, Dogma stumbles right into the midst of a private affair. To make things even worse, he rather enjoys the view… that is, until he's caught.

Word count: 4k

Tags: Established relationship, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Confrontation, Handjobs, Smut, Praise, Military ranks, Cuckolding, Virginity, First time, Dom/sub.

Pairing: Dogma x f!Reader x Rex

Curiosity killed the lothcat, but satisfaction brought it back - or so, that’s how the phrase goes. And as satisfying as this sight may be, he knows that curiosity will be the death of him.

He shouldn’t be watching. He should not be watching, let alone enjoying the view, palming his hard cock over his under armour, his codpiece abandoned long ago. It’s not like he can help it, seeing as the poor man is a virgin through and through. It’s been drilled into his mind by the Kaminoan’s that sexual activity is strictly forbidden, but if his General and Captain can go at it, then it doesn’t hurt to watch, right?

The he in question is Dogma - a straight edge, punctual, and obedient Trooper.

Poor little Dogma was given the order to find the General and Captain, and inform them about the next stage in their current mission. They weren’t in any of the tents, nor in the surrounding area. The gunships were clear, leaving the Captain’s ship as the only remaining option.

The door was open, a clear sign that somebody was aboard, only Dogma wasn’t expecting to find them tucked away in the cockpit, kriffing like their lives depended on it. Better yet, Dogma wasn’t expecting the cockpit’s door to be wide open, welcoming just about anybody to catch them in the act!

Maybe this was some weird fetish that Dogma had been unintentionally roped into, or maybe they were too horny to shut the damn door!

Still, Dogma was the poor soul who had found you and your Captain going at it. He should have turned, ran, and never spoke a word; instead, Dogma caught himself mindlessly gorming at the action, like a Cadet discovering holoporn for the first time.

Not that Dogma has ever watched holoporn…

Dogma refuses to dabble in anything sexual. He will, on an extremely rare occasion, have a drink or two, but always manages to resist the urge to get drunk! He doesn’t smoke, nor do drugs, and only swears during life or death circumstances. All in all, he’s a total virgin, which would explain why his eyes are prying to a whole new level.

And when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, he felt himself hardening, causing his codpiece to bulge uncomfortably. It took him a lot of convincing to remove the armour, seeing as it was causing him discomfort, just like it took even more convincing to let him finally touch himself.

“Just do it to help the pain… or until it goes down… or until they stop… or-” Dogma told himself, biting down hard on his lower lip to prevent himself from letting out a moan. How wonderful it felt, jerking off to the sight of his General being kriffed, all by Captain Rex, of course.

Everybody had a hunch that something was going on between those two, but nobody had ever caught them! How funny it is that Dogma is the one to discover the truth, and kriff, the truth is that they have some really intimate sex. Rex has you pushed face-down over the cockpit’s dashboard, taking you from behind. Your legs are spread, arms behind your back, with Rex’s hand firmly holding them in place. The ‘slap slap slap!’ sound of skin against skin is echoing around the ship - a warning for those with prying eyes, although that hasn’t stopped Dogma.

Throughout moans and groans, you’re mumbling away. “G-gotta hurry up, Rex. Someone’s going to come looking for us soon,” you pant, and you’re met with a shrug.

Dogma feels himself tense up at your comment - are you aware that he’s there, watching you two? Does the force work like that? Or is Dogma awful at being stealthy?

Still, if you two are aware of Dogma’s presence, it hasn’t changed anything. You’re still kriffing away, eager to let out some frustrations, and relieve yourselves before regaining your focus on the mission at hand. The last thing that the squad needs is a sexually frustrated General and Captain!

By now, your ass and the back of your thighs have turned red from Rex’s armour pounding against you. The sight only causes Dogma to stir even more, biting his knuckles as he feels himself getting closer. Sure, he’s touched himself here and there, but refuses to make a habit out of it. Plus, it’s difficult to get the time and privacy when you’re a soldier, but the others seem to make do.

Better yet, you and Rex seem to manage it. How did this all start? How long has this been going on for? Dogma would never dream of approaching his General with sexual intentions, unless you came onto Rex?

And if you came onto somebody else, how would that go? Dogma finds himself picturing what things would be like if you propositioned him instead - uneducated, timid, and total virgin. He wouldn’t even know where to start, let alone how to touch you. Although, Dogma knows you’re the type who would be eager to teach him. Could he ever kriff you like that? Pounding you deep and hard, making you cum untouched like Rex is right now?

With that, Rex lets out a long and deep groan, slamming his cock deep and spilling inside of you. Dogma firmly grasps the base of his cock to prevent himself from climaxing when Rex pulls out of you, revealing your used cunt, dripping with his load. How he longs to be in that position, filling his General up like it’s nobody’s business!

Now, the issues really begin to arise. You and Rex have finished your business, and now that you’re distracted cleaning each other up, Dogma has the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He needs to get his ass out of there now!

Pulling his under armour up and into place, Dogma begins searching for his codpiece. He could have sworn that he left it between his feet, yet it’s nowhere to be seen! It doesn’t help that the ship is dark, and somewhat cluttered with your personal belongings, but it was right there, wasn’t it?

Rummaging around, Dogma walks straight into his worst nightmare. He bends down to retrieve what he thought was his codpiece, but after realising that nope, that’s not it, he bangs his head on an overhead pipe.

DONG!

The sound is loud enough to be heard throughout the campsite, so undoubtedly, you and Rex overheard it! “Who’s there?” you question as you whip around, no longer sharing a few final kisses with Rex before exiting the ship to face your Troops. Instead, you’re darting across the cockpit to push a few buttons, lighting the ship’s hull within an instant.

And you’re met with an unbelievable sight…

One hand rubbing his bruising forehead, Dogma makes eye contact with you. The fear is apparent, given that all the colour has drained from his face, and he looks just about ready to collapse.

Rex speaks up before you can, simply questioning, “Dogma?”

No reply. He’s getting sweatier by the minute, so sweaty that his face tattoo might just melt away!

“Dogma?” you repeat his name. Before you can even finish your next sentence, Dogma begins begging for forgiveness. “What were you doin-”

“-I’m sorry!” He practically yells. “I didn’t mean to! I was sent to look for you two, and I just… it happened, alright?!”

Tears are threatening to spill from Dogma’s waterline. To him, this is the end of it all. No doubt, he’ll be blackmailed into keeping his mouth shut (not that it would open anyway,) then sent off for decommissioning.

“-Dogma, it’s alright!” you cut his apology short. “We’re not mad, okay?”

“I don’t believe you,” Dogma replies, firmly shaking his head.

“She means it,” Rex chimes in. “We’re not mad. Nothing is going to happen to you, understood, Trooper?”

Still as white as a ghost, Dogma sheepishly nods his head, begrudgingly accepting both of your reassurance. You might not decommission him, but you will certainly punish him, seeing as he was getting off to your little shenanigans.

Bridging the gap, you approach him. Dogma refuses to make eye contact, keeping his head down and arms at his side. He’s more than embarrassed - he feels like his soul has left his body, and you’re certainly not going to help him retrieve it. Or so, he thinks.

You look back at Rex, who remains in the cockpit, before turning back to Dogma. A hand comes up to gently cup his chin, forcing him to look forward, although his eyes remain down, refusing to look at you.

“Look at me, Dogma,” you order. It takes him a few seconds, followed by a large gulp of air, before Dogma can finally meet your gaze. His stomach is churning away, threatening to throw up his ration bars, all whilst his body begins shaking from pure fear.

“What were you doing?” you ask.

Dogma yanks his chin from your grasp, returning his gaze to the floor, yet he doesn’t run away. His body is failing him, glueing his feet to the floor, unable to escape this madness.

“Dogma,” you say his name, but with sternness. The Trooper in question ignores you, his fingertips fidgeting with each other as his nerves control his every movement.

After letting out a deep sigh, you fall back onto a method that you hate doing. Dogma is a soldier, and seeing as you’re his General, he has to follow your every order.

“Stand at attention,” you order. Automatically, Dogma snaps upright, his arms falling to his sides as his eyes look forwards, straight past you. It’s not eye contact, but it’s better than the whimpering state he was in before.

“To repeat myself, Trooper, you are not in trouble. No harm is going to come your way, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be questioned. Understood?”

“Understood, General,” Dogma agrees with a firm nod. There’s still fear deep within his eyes, although you notice that his breathing is beginning to relax. It’s not much, but it’s progress.

“And Captain,” Rex chimes in. He’s moved from the cockpit, taking his place beside you and Dogma. Rex is essentially in the background, but his presence is known.

“And Captain,” Dogma corrects himself.

Rex lets out a soft, “good,” before letting you continue.

After sending Rex a scolding look, you silently browse Dogma’s form before speaking up again. “I want to know what you were doing, Trooper. Don’t skip out on any details.”

Dogma gulps. He lets out an uneasy breath, and with much difficulty, begins his confession. “Like I said before, the other Troopers ordered me to go and find you both so that we could go over the next stages of the mission. When I boarded your ship, I was completely unaware of what I’d find. The cockpit door was wide open, and I… stumbled upon you two…”

“That would be my fault,” Rex chuckles. “I got a little carried away, forgot to secure the area before diving right in.”

“You have such a way with words,” you sigh, earning another chuckle from Rex. “Do continue, Trooper.”

Dogma pauses once more, only this time, he makes eye contact. There’s a silent plea deep within his gaze, but you don’t let up. After a few seconds of silence, and accepting his fate, Dogma continues.

“I… you two… It was so… out there in the open, and I couldn’t help but watch. I know I shouldn’t have! But… I don’t know what came over me, I was so engulfed in it…”

This time, you’re the silent one. You raise a brow, questioning Dogma’s words. You’re well aware how straight edge he is, sometimes being called uptight by the other Troopers. But to become that engulfed in seeing people have sex? Has this man ever seen it before?

Well, what if he hasn’t? There must be a reason why the other Troopers tease him, calling him a virgin, and every other innocent name under the sun. Maker, has Dogma even seen boobs before?!

“Are you…” your words fall flat, and you put thought into how to word this. “Dogma, I know you don’t… do that stuff, but you have seen people having sex before, right? Holoporn, or something like that?”

Dogma’s colour begins to fade again, and suddenly, you understand why Dogma became so engrossed. “I don’t… uh, Kamino doesn’t have access to such things. We’re discouraged when it comes to… intimacy. I know the other Troopers tend to watch it, but I…”

“Interesting,” you sigh. Crossing your arms across your chest, you playfully bounce on your heels before straightening your figure. All this prying is rather fascinating, and dare you admit it, but it’s giving you… ideas.

“Tell me,” you speak up again. “What were you doing whilst you were watching your superiors having sex?”

“Superiors,” Rex repeats the word under his breath. “You don’t need to be that mean to him.”

“A little reminder doesn’t hurt,” you shrug, enjoying the sight of Dogma squirming from embarrassment.

Dogma’s lips remain sealed, but after giving him a look, they finally open. “Please don’t make me talk about it,” he begs, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

“We need those details, Trooper,” you smirk. Rex remains silent, but he’s well aware how much you’re enjoying this.

A pained groan slips from Dogma’s lips, followed by a frustrated huff. “If you must know…” his words trail into a sigh, and Dogma scrunches his eyes shut before continuing. “I was touching myself! I know I shouldn’t have, but everything was so… much, and I couldn’t watch and do nothing about it!” To your surprise, Rex speaks up before you can. “You could have turned around, and walked away. Not only did you stay and watch, but you also pleasured yourself to it.”

“I know I should have walked away! But like I said, I’ve never seen that before… and… and-”

“That’s enough,” you end his sputtering with a gentle wave of your hand. Dogma watches as you turn to Rex, and silently make your intentions clear. His eyes flicker between you two, somehow talking without using words. The conversation ends with Rex shrugging before giving you a small nod, agreeing to something.

You return your focus to Dogma, who doesn’t hide his panicked expression. His demeanour worsens as you take a step forward, bridging the already small gap between your bodies. You’re mere inches from him, close enough to feel his short and uneasy breaths on your cheeks, them only worsening as more time passes.

For once, Dogma doesn’t look away from your gaze. He allows your eyes to meet his, seeing through every layer of fear that possesses his body. When you finally speak, Dogma is just about ready to pass out, but adrenalin keeps him going.

“Did you enjoy watching your superiors have sex?”

Dogma remains silent, but you don’t need verbal confirmation to know the answer. “I mean, you were getting off to us,” you coo.

To everybody’s surprise, your hand moves forward, and a palm is introduced to Dogma’s crotch. He gasps, his head falling down to look at the sight - you’re palming his soft cock through his under armour, all whilst you’re teasing him in a rather alluring tone.

“I know you enjoyed it, Dogma. That much is clear,” you continue, causing Dogma to look at you once more. “But I can tell that you didn’t get to finish, you poor thing,” you say with a soft click of your tongue.

“General?” Dogma pants, questioning what the kriff is going on. A minute ago, his knees were ready to collapse, falling to his pit of doom. And now, you’re causing his cock to harden, twitching away under the thin layer of clothing.

“Don’t interrupt her, Trooper,” Rex chimes in. Kriff! Dogma had totally forgotten Rex was there. His hands are clasped behind his back, chest puffed out, with a stern expression on his face. Is Dogma really going to stand here and allow his General to toy with him whilst his Captain watches? Is this what they silently agreed to moments ago?

“Eyes on me,” you order, your free hand coming up to draw his face back to yours. “Rex is there to ensure you stay in line. You are one of his men, after all.”

For some reason, Dogma catches himself nodding in agreement. He’s enjoying this, far more than he’s willing to admit, but his fully erect cock is telling you all that you need to know.

“How about you show me what you were playing with, hm?” you suggest, giving Dogma the opportunity to back out, if he wants to.

Instead, Dogma slowly frees his cock, letting it spring from its confinement. He lets out an embarrassing whimper when you wrap your hand around it, one hand lunging forward to grasp your arm, almost as if he’s scared about what’s in store for him.

“At ease, Trooper,” you order. Dogma can’t help but follow it, parting his legs whilst his hands clasp together behind his back. His back straightens for all of three seconds, slumping over as soon as you begin slowly jerking him.

“You’re so good at following orders,” you praise. Such a compliment never fails to drive Dogma crazy, and your words flow straight down to his cock. “But I still want to know what you were thinking about whilst you were watching your Captain kriff me…”

Licking his lips, Dogma mustered up the courage to speak. “I was thinking about… being in his position…”

“Don’t forget Rex’s ranking, Trooper,” you correct him.

“Sorry. About being in the Captain’s position, General,” Dogma corrects his mistake, earning a pleasing movement from your hand. Once more, he whines; there’s no point in holding back, not now that he’s in this position.

“Finding yourself in that position would be… almost unattainable, but not completely impossible. Rex is the one who you need to ask, not me.”

Dogma sends a pathetic pleading expression Rex’s way, but he’s met with a stern look. “I’ll think about it,” Rex responds. “As for now, your primary objective is making the General happy.”

“Yes, Captain,” Dogma agrees with an eager nod. His breaths are becoming heavier the more you play with him, and you question how long he was going at it before you caught him. The poor man could have been edging himself the entire time, and whilst you and Rex were only having a quickie, that’s far too long for an inexperienced man.

“If Rex doesn’t agree, I’m sure I can convince him to let you watch,” you tease the idea, dangling it in front of his face like a forbidden fruit. “I know you’d enjoy that, seeing as you’ve already done it.”

“I wouldn’t mind having him watch,” Rex says with a shrug. “But I won’t be gentle with you,” he directs his words to you, filling your mind with the idea. How wonderful it would be to have your Captain pounding the life out of you, all whilst innocent Dogma watches, cock in hand, so desperate to get his fill. He’ll take whatever he can get, and right now, that consists of you jerking him off in the hull of your ship.

“I know you’re already excited about that idea,” you tease.

“I am,” Dogma eagerly nods, and swiftly adds, “General,” before he can be called out on his lack of respect.

You smile, and whilst maintaining eye contact, you send a trail of spit down onto Dogma’s cock. It hits the tip spot-on, slicking up the rest of his shaft as you continue pumping him. Dogma’s knees threaten to buckle yet again, but he somehow manages to maintain his composure, hands still clasped behind his back.

With a hungry gaze, Dogma watches you jerk him off, his wet cock shining in the hull’s lighting. He’s never seen himself like this before - desperate, pathetic, willing to do anything for release. Dare he admit it, but he loves it. Maybe this is what he’s needed all along - a gentle hand to guide him. If only the other Troopers could see him now… Dogma may be a virgin, but who’s the one being jerked off by the General?

“G-general?” Dogma sputters, failing to meet your gaze. It’s disrespectful, but given the state that he’s in, you decide to go easy on it.

“Speak,” you grant him.

“Please… if it isn’t any hassle… please may I…”

“You may,” you agree with a nod. Dogma just about explodes the second that he’s given permission, spilling all over your hand, a few rogue drops meeting the floor below.

Falling out of line, Dogma finds himself resting against you. His forehead meets your shoulder, although he manages to keep his hand behind his back. He’s trying to be a good soldier - your good soldier, but any Trooper would fail to stay at ease when being milked by their General, even Rex!

Rather than scolding him, you help him through it. “It’s alright. You did so good for me, Dogma. What a good soldier,” you coo, allowing him one final round of satisfaction.

When all the wind has been knocked from Dogma’s lungs, he straightens his back - or attempts to, seeing as he’s struggling to keep it together during his post orgasm haze. Your hand moves away from him, and using the force, you summon a towel to clean yourselves up with. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” you ask whilst drying Dogma’s length.

“Very fun, General,” Dogma agrees with a nod. Even Rex chimes in. “You did a good job at maintaining your composure, for a first timer,” he jabs.

“Appreciate it, Captain,” Dogma responds.

Once dry, he tucks himself away. “We’re serious about that offer, just so you know,” you inform him whilst retrieving his long-lost codpiece.

“Y-you are?” Dogma stutters, and struggles to fix the missing armour into place, soon requiring your assistance.

“Yes,” you confirm. Once more, Dogma looks as if he’s about to pass out. Not only did he manage to worm his way out of decommissioning, but he was rewarded for his curiosity too! Dogma can’t help but question if you knew about his prying eyes all along, giving you the opportunity to bring him into the mix.

“But I haven’t decided on anything else, yet,” Rex butts in, putting Dogma back down into his place. Dogma keeps his gaze on you, dreading the expression that Rex possibly holds.

“Still, you can watch the action. And remember, Rex is a Captain; his performance is far higher than any regular Trooper. Don’t let it get to you.”

After a wink, you leave Dogma to it. Rex follows suit, retrieving his helmet from a nearby crate, and holds it snug under his arm. To anybody outside, you’re two superiors casually exiting a ship, ready to rally the men and discuss your next series of attacks.

Before your feet meet the earth, you turn back to poor Dogma. “Come and join us once you’re ready,” you order, leaving him to stand there and process what’s just happened.

No longer in his superior’s line of sight, Dogma takes a seat on a nearby crate, narrowly avoiding that same pipe from earlier that he banged his head on. A series of heavy sighs flow from his lips, and his mind spins in a whirlwind of confusion.

What the kriff just happened?

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clone-anon-after-dark · 2 years ago

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex. Some asexuals have sex. Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good. There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing. He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval. Domestic Hunter? Yes. He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses. No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch. You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love. Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way. Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you. You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes. Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need. He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way. He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction. This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service. You will want for nothing. He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat. He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on. Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading. If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it. You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too. Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it. “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says. He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it. He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right. He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you. Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together. He loves reading. Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes. Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter. In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is. He wants to love you for who you are. What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily. I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction. He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things. He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together. If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring. It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets. If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle. Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler. After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection. He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around. As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy. He loves when you fall asleep on top of him. He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling. If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that. He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs. The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close. He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too. He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with. He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him. There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all. He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex. He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs. Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted. A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure. Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy. I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out. He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own. If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy. He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants. He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive. He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner. He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals. Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler. If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes. If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it. He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma. This man loves rules and boundaries. He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure. He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries. It shows him you care. So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them. He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something. He’s very communicative. He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love. He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you. When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate. He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time. It was something that drew you in from the beginning. When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism. He was a total goofball. He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no. Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical. He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs. If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands. He just wants to be with you. It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you. A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up. Ultimately though, he loves quality time together. There will joking, laughter, and joy. Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust. While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want. If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner. He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch. He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to. He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies. He loves little kisses and holding hands. He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep. He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief. He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all. If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out. Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love. He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it. You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you. He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing. He loves a good time. If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue. He wants you to feel secure with him. Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels. He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual. He’s inquisitive. If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you. He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes. Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here. Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does. You understand him and he appreciates your support. He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved. He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own. He loves snuggling with you at night. That’s his favorite. He loves holding you and being held by you. You’re comforting to him. Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships. He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry. Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out. He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay. Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you. He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that. Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too. The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects. His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king. He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened. He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him. It helps him let go of stress and worry. He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy. You’re asexual? Great. He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved. You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it. You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine. He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it. You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game. You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too. You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow. You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to. He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you. Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares. He really gets into cooking hot meals. He loves making fresh soups and gardening. When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again. After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home. Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it. Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely. Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him. It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page. He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed. This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you. Whatever that looks like, he loves it. It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed. He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

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clone-anon · 9 months ago

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I've been leaving nice comments on people's posts telling them that I liked their work. They almost never answer me but I see them talking to other people who commented. I feel like no one is interested in getting to know me. Could you write something with a quiet or unsocial clone helping a female reader feel better about making friends?

Dogma watched you finish leaving some comments on the holonet before you sighed and put your data pad down. He knew you'd been trying to reach out and be supportive of other people's work, but it was sometimes hard when you felt like the odd one out. He gestured for you to join him on the other end of the couch and you did so. He never opened up with many people, but you'd managed to become one of the few people he trusted with everything. Not just his words and deeds, but the thought that went into them. Most people found him stiff or boring, but you knew he had reasons for being the way he was. He found comfort in rules and standards. It gave him an outline for how best to get along with others. You weren't the only one who had felt excluded before. Dogma wanted to belong, too.

"Sometimes it's hard to be different," he said, "or not acknowledged."

You nodded and felt him squeeze you lightly.

"I want to be supportive," you replied. "I want to be a part."

"I know," he mumbled into your hair with a smile. "You'll always have a place with me, though."

"I know," you answered.

He understood. It was normal to want to find a place in the galaxy, but that place often involved people and relationships in different aspects of life.

You stared at the data pad and contemplated picking it up again.

"Leave it for now," he said. "Don't wear yourself out over this. It's okay to leave encouragement or say hello, but this isn't a job either. You read something, you comment and share, that's what that platform is about, right?"

"Yeah."

"Not everyone is going to like us," he said.

"I know!" You were familiar with the phrase, but it would be nice if some people liked you.

"Just try to go with the flow," he said.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a little look before he continued.

"I know that can be hard, but you don't know who is out there and who sees you. Maybe they're like us too. Maybe they're comfortable with the people they know well and it takes time. I wasn't open with you right away, but I came around."

He kissed the top of your head again and you leaned on his chest. You were doing your best and that had to be enough.

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clonemommy · 2 months ago

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Home.. town?

Summary: Dogma finds his hometown.

Word Count: 397

Pairing: Clone Dogma x f!Reader

Authors Note: My Dogma <3

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Dogma didn't know why he kept coming back here.

The city was loud, vast and full of people who didn’t even look at each other. Coruscant was no home for a clone.

And yet, it was the only thing that felt like home - because she was here.

He had met her on a rainy evening.

His unit was on patrol in the lower city. The neon lights reflected in the wet streets as he walked past a small, nondescript cantina.

And there she stood.

With a smile that felt like it cut through the fog.

‘You look like you could use a break,’ she said.

Dogma blinked at her. No one just talked to a clone like that.

‘I’m on duty,’ he replied curtly.

She shrugged her shoulders. ‘So, I don’t vote a cup of kaffir as breaking the rules.’

Dogma didn’t know why he was getting involved. But he did. And one cup became two.

One night, it became a home.

She showed him a side of the city he had never known.

The hidden gardens between the skyscrapers. The small alleyways where street musicians played. The cafés where people met because they wanted to - not because it was an order.

‘You always act like you don’t belong,’ she said one evening as they sat beside each other on a bridge.

‘Because I don’t.’

She turned to him and looked him straight in the eye.

‘Dogma, you’re here. You’re here now. So you belong here.’

He hadn’t believed it. Not immediately.

But every time she intertwined her fingers with his, every time she looked at him as if he were more than just a soldier - he began to feel it.

A home he had never expected The battles came and went. The wars raged on.

But she was always waiting for him.

No matter how long he was away or how broken he felt when he returned, she was always there.

‘There is no place where I belong,’ he said quietly one night.

She put her hand on his chest, right over his heart.

‘Yes, there is. Here.’

And Dogma realised that home was not a place.

Home was a feeling. The home was her.

And for the first time in his life, he believed there was more to him than the war.

There was love. There was her. And that was enough.

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oceansssblue · 6 months ago

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Hey there sw fans!

Just posted a sweet&fluffy princess!femreader/servant!rex AU oneshot for the 100bluecelebprompt, if y'all wanna check it out :)

On another note, I'm gonna give y'all a few more days to request any more "rare/unusual kinks" (with any clone) before I end the list and switch to "unusual pairings" requests.

Have fun & a good night guys!

Xx,

Blue.

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year ago

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The Clones reacting to you smushing their cheeks

Idk I had this idea and thought it’d be cute. Since the clones are supposed to have round cheeks, visualize live action and not animated 😂

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Fives, Wrecker, Hardcase, & Tup: Loving it so much, will lean into your hands and give you heart eyes. Maybe even press a few kisses to your hand.

Cody, Jesse, Kix, Echo, Vaughn & Mayday: Will blush profusely and look side to side for a second, before giving in and flashing you a tiny smile.

Rex, Hunter, Tech, & Fox: Not sure what to do, just give an awkward smile and internally scream because they secretly find it super cute.

Crosshair, Wolffe & Dogma: Not understanding any of it. Don’t know what you’re doing, not sure that they like it, 3/10 do not recommend.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months ago

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Our Life

Summary: After the end of the war, Dogma struggled to find his footing. And then he found her. And together, they built a home.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader

Word Count: 1201

Prompt: an unmade bed

Warnings: The reader is sterile. It's not a big deal to her or Dogma, but someone mentions that she cannot have kids as an attack against her.

A/N: So, I decided that I wanted to write a soft Dogma fic, and in this AU everyone lives except Palpatine.

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The bed is unmade.

Dogma stands in the doorway to the bedroom he shares with his fiancee, his gaze locked on the king sized bed sitting in the middle of the room.

His cyare isn’t currently in the bed, he can hear her in the shower in the next room, singing along to a pop song he can hear coming from the radio in the next room. And he knows that if he popped his head in the room, her hair would be soapy and she’ll be dancing in the shower.

Normally, he’d be happy to poke his head in the room to join her in the shower, but not this morning.

Dogma walks over to the bed and flips the corner of the comforter down, before he smooths his hand across the dark material. The bed his cyare chose is big and soft, the sheets are made of the softest cotton, and they have four different comforters. One for each season.

His beautiful cyare tried to argue that they need a new comforter and sheet set for each month, but he put his foot down about that. Honestly, four comforters seems excessive to him, but it was important to her, so it became important to him.

The bed is still unmade, the comforter tossed, haphazardly, over the pillows they use. But it’s not neat or tidy in the least bit. If he was still in the GAR a bed being made like this would lead to so many push-ups.

But, he’s not in the GAR anymore. And, in the home he’s built with his cyare, beds don’t have to be perfect.

And so, Dogma sits on the corner of the bed and lifts his mug to his lips to take a sip of his caf. The shower in the next room squeaks as the water turns off, the sound of music getting louder now that it’s not being drowned out by the water.

The door slides open and steam drifts out of the fresher, Dogma only has to lean to the side a little bit to see his cyare. She’s wrapped in one of her pale blue towels, her eyes locked on the mirror as she brushes her hair, and then pulls it into a braid.

“Not drying your hair this morning, cyare?” Dogma asks, allowing his gaze to linger on the tattoo on her collar, a tattoo that’s identical to the one he wears on his face.

“That,” She announces after she turns the radio down, “is too much work.”

“Why did we even buy you that hairdryer if you don’t use it?”

“Because. I might use it. Some day.” She grins at him and wraps a blue scrunchy around the bottom of her braid, “Do you think I need make-up?”

“No.”

“You always say that.”

“And I’m always right.” He sets his mug on the bedside table, “Besides, we’re not going anywhere today.”

“We’re hosting, Dogma!”

“Yeah, we’re hosting my brothers and their families. It’s not like the Queen of Naboo is coming for a visit.” He stands and walks over to her, easily pulling her into his arms.

She willingly slides into his arms, and happily wraps her arms around his neck, “I don’t want them to think I’m a slob.”

“Sweets, they already know you’re not.” His arms settle loosely around her waist, “We go through this every week. And every week they’re more and more impressed with you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Fives was very impressed with how you handled his ex two weeks ago.”

She scowls, “Right. Her. Little Miss, ‘you’re not a woman if you can’t have kids’. She’s not welcome back.”

“I did say that she’s his ex, right? Fives broke up with her the very next day. Apparently he doesn’t take kindly to people attacking his sister-in-law.” Dogma reassures, lightly bumping his nose against hers, “He’s coming alone today.” He pauses, “You know it doesn’t bother me, right? That you can’t have kids.”

She hums her understanding and kisses him quickly, “I know, Dogma, don’t worry. Anyway, I wish I could say that I’m sorry he broke up with her, but after what she said to me, she’s clearly not good enough for him.” She pauses, “Oh, Echo mentioned that he might bring your younger brothers?”

“Ah, right, I knew I forgot something.” Dogma kisses her cheek, “Tech and Wrecker are coming, and they’re bringing Omega, but Hunter and Crosshair have begged out.”

“Mm, I’ll have to place a quick order to get more food delivered…”

“Already taken care of, sweets.” Dogma kisses her other cheek, “Since I’m going the majority of the cooking, I took care of it.”

She blinks at him, and then a pleased smile crosses her face, “What would I do without you?”

“You’d manage just fine,” He finally presses his forehead against hers, “I just make your life easier.”

She grins at him, “I disagree. I think I’d be a mess without you.”

“Well, we’ll just have to agree to disagree then, won’t we?” Dogma catches her lips with his own, and then pulls back, “but you, oh love of my life, need to get dressed. We have yard work that needs to be done before my brothers get here.”

“What, you don’t like the towel?”

“I think you look amazing, but I’d have to kill my brothers if they saw you like this.”

She laughs, her forehead falling to his shoulder, “Well, I’d hate to cause that. I Shorts and a t-shirt should be fine, right?”

“Long pants, please. I don’t want you doing yard work with exposed legs.”

“That’s fair, I guess. So jeans and a t-shirt.”

“Yes please, and thank you.” Dogma kisses her one more time before releasing her so she can pull her clothes on, a fond smile lifting his lips as she digs around the closet before pulling on one of his old t-shirts from when he was in the GAR.

“You’re staring,” She says in a sing-song voice as she pulls her pale jeans on with a hop.

“What, I’m not allowed to admire my wife?”

“You’ve seen me in every state of undress imaginable,”

“And I love all of them.”

She favors him with a bright smile, and then crosses the room to fling her arms around his neck again, “I love all of you!” She announces dramatically.

“Even when I’m annoying about rules?” He teases with a grin as he catches her and spins her around.

“Please.” She scoffs, “I’m a lawyer, there’s no one more annoying about rules than me.”

“I know,” Dogma agrees fondly, “Is there a reason you decided to body check me?”

“I just love you soooo much that I couldn’t help myself.” She replies, burying her face in his neck as she speaks.

“Uh-huh.”

She quiet for a moment, and Dogma shivers when he feels her lips against his neck, “I really do love you so much, you know?”

“Well, if you love me even half as much as I love you, I know very well.” His arms tighten around her, “Come on, sweets. Lets get you fed and watered, and then we can start the day.”

She giggles, “Deal~”

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thegreymarveljedi · 2 months ago

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Morning Dance

(Fives x Reader x Echo)

This story was originally titled “Let’s have some fun” but I think the new title works better for the story as a whole! I also really love Fives and Echo’s dynamic, I think they definitely wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a partner.

Set post! ARC troopers (Season 3 ep 2) and pre! Citadel (Season 3 ep 18).

I hope you all enjoy this little blurb!

Song - Loca by Shakira

(Divider done by @djarrex )

Warnings: SMUTTT, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, breast play, slight nipple play, double penetration, DOUBLE VAGINAL PENETRATION, p in v sex, brief implication of vaginal gaping, creampie, overstimulation, NO CLONECEST!!, aftercare, soft arc troopers

Words: 3.8K

You were in your quarters aboard the Resolute doing your own thing, waiting for your cheeky troopers to return from an early morning training session. You had just come out of the shower and were sitting on your bed scrolling through your datapad, trying to figure out what song to listen to next. The 501st was on their way to Kirima, a Mid-rim planet where rumours were swirling of an impending separatist operation.

This meant that soon, the boys would be called to battle once more, and you wanted to spend as much time with them as possible before you were separated again. You were a field medic for the 501st so you were out in the thick of it as well, but they were on the front lines, feeling the full heat of the battle while you remained further away, ready to assist any troopers who needed it.

You had music playing through the small speaker on your night stand, the gentle sounds of the piano filling the room. But you wanted something more upbeat, something you could swing your hips to and feel confident doing so. You stood from your bed and moved to your foot locker, simultaneously looking for clothes for the day while trying to pick a good song.

After another minute of scrolling, you came across a song made by a new rising star from Ryloth who moved to Coruscant before the war began to pick up. You clicked on the song and listened as it came through the speaker, the sounds of the instruments enveloping you right off the bat. You closed your eyes and turned up the song, feeling the best and the words settle in your bones.

Loca (loca)

No te pongas bruto, (loca)

Que te la bebe

Dance or die (loca)

El está por mi y por ti borró

Y eso que tu tienes to'

Y yo ni un kiki

Your search for clothes was forgotten as you danced freely around your room in a half naked state. You were too busy dancing and letting the music consume you that you didn't hear your door sliding open.

Fives and Echo were just getting back from their morning trading session with Rex, the captain wishing to show them a few new tricks to add to their arsenal as ARC troopers. As they walked the halls of the Resolute towards (Y/N)’s room, their conversation geared towards what they would like to do for their next shore leave.

"I don't know, we went to see a holofilm last time and I don’t think she wants to go see a holo drama instead," Echo said to Fives as they turned the corner towards the crew quarters. It wasn’t weird to see them here considering this was also the wing where Rex’s room was but (Y/N) had her own room at the end of the hall, the privacy it offered something that all three could appreciate.

"Yeah I know but-" Fives cut himself off when he heard music, the sound of the song not unfamiliar to them as they had caught Dogma listening to the song a couple weeks ago. The ARC troopers looked to one another and smirked, knowing that this was not the first time they had come to their cyar’ika’s room to find her blasting music and dancing about.

Whenever they heard music like this, "things" happened, (Y/N)’s body sinful and sexy as she moved with confidence. The boys made their way to the door, Fives smirking at Echo as inputed the code for (Y/N)’s door, watching it slide open. They watched as a half naked (Y/N) danced around the room, not a care in the world.

El está por mi

Y por ti borro (borro)

Y eso que tu tienes to'

Y yo ni un kiki

Ella se hace la bruta pa cotizar

Asi conmigo enfrente ella se hace la gata en celo contigo

Te cotorrea el oído pa tenerte en alta

Ella muere por ti, tu por mi es que matas.

The boys entered the room quietly, making sure the door slid closed and locked behind them, manually enabling the soundproofing system that (Y/N) had bribed one of the mechanics to install. They walked further into the room, eyeing their beloved cyare like honey, they the bees to guard it.

Sigo tranquila como una paloma de e'quina

Mientras ella se pasa en su BM al lado mío

Yo de aquí no me voy, lo que está pa' mi

Ninguna va poder quitármelo de un tirón

Echo and Fives slowly lowered their packs holding their upper armour, stripping off their shirts, tossing them aside and leaving them in their lower kits. They carefully walked up behind where she stood, her back to the boys as they snuck up on her. They looked to each other and smirked before they put their hands on her, Echo’s on her shoulders and Fives’ on her hips making her scream.

The Arc troopers laughed as they hugged you, each placing a kiss on either of your cheeks before you turned to face them, slapping their chests playfully. "Don't do that you big jerks! You scared the hell out of me!" You said and shimmed out of their arms, moving to grab your data pad and turn the music off, turning back to face the troopers once it was quiet. The ARC troopers watched their woman with lustful eyes, both of them desperate to rip your bra and panties off and take you.

You walked around the two of them, picking their shirts up off the floor and walking toward the door to place them down on top of their packs when you felt a presence behind you and in front of you. You slowly stood up straight, coming face to face with your clean shaven boyfriend, smiling up at Echo as he smiled at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi yourself mesh’la.” When you backed up a bit for some space, your back came in contact with the very built chest of your more cheeky trouble making boyfriend, looking over your shoulder to eye Fives with a cheeky raise of your brow. You smiled as they held you in an "ARC trooper sandwich."

Echo took the clothes out of your hands, dropping them back onto the floor before moving his hands up your sides. You sighed contently, knowing full well where this was going. It was no surprise to you considering you had been expecting them to come to your room after their session with the Captain of the 501st. You felt Fives run his hands over your tense shoulders, using his big hands to give you a massage that you almost immediately melted into. You soon let your head fall forward against Echo’s shoulder, feeling content as he began to massage your sides and your hips.

You moaned softly as you felt Echo’s hands move from your sides and around your hips to your ass, massaging it gently. Fives's hands continued to massage your shoulders, pressing just slightly harder on the more knotted areas, drawing a groan from your lips. Once he was satisfied with his work, he moved his hand over your shoulders and down to your breasts, giving them a firm yet loving squeeze.

You moaned again and pressed your hips forward against Echo, drawing a grunt from him. In response, he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, your lips moving in perfect sync as you felt Fives assault your neck with kisses. You keened quietly into the kiss with Echo, feeling Fives fondle your chest with earnest, pinching your nipples and smirking against your neck as they hardened beneath the material of your bra.

You felt Echo’s battle worn fingers move around to the front of your panties, teasingly dipping into the waist band and pulling it back, letting it go and smirking as it snapped back to your hip. You gasped into the kiss, allowing Echo to slip his tongue into your mouth you explore territory that he and Fives had already claimed a while ago. He dipped his hand into your panties again, this time running a teasing finger through your slit, groaning at the feeling of wetness he came out with.

“Fuck you’re soaked cyare,” Echo said, pulling away from the kiss very briefly to look into your eyes, seeing them wide with lust. He brought his finger up to your lips, forcing them inside your mouth for you lick clean. You did so without fuss, locking eyes with him with a sinfully innocent expression.

Fives, feeling a little left out, tugged your hips back into him, grinding his cod piece against your plump behind. You moaned around Echo’s fingers, pushing your ass back into Fives, drawing a grunt from the trooper behind you.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby,” Fives whispered in your ear, grabbing your hips more firmly and guiding you and Echo to your bed. Fives made quick work of his remaining armour, Echo following suit as they discarded it on the floor, your eyes following their movements. Once they were finished and left only in their boxers, Fives moved onto the bed, manoeuvring himself to sit up against the headboard, pulling you to his chest while Echo crawled onto the bed, looking at you like a predator encroaching on its prey.

Fives moved his hands to palm at your bra covered breasts once more while Echo hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties again, pulling them down your legs in one smooth motion. Fives kissed and nipped at your neck, spreading your thighs apart and holding your legs open for Echo to get between them.

You laid your head back against Fives' shoulder, moaning as Echo blew against your heated pussy before licking a long strip from your asshole to the top of your mound. Fives sat you up a little, removing your bra before taking your nipples in between his fingers and pulling them. You arched your back at the sensation, legs already beginning to shake as Fives toyed with your chest and Echo attached himself to your clit. You panted, moving one of you hands into Fives' thick head of hair behind you, holding him against your neck while your other hand made its way into Echo’s soft locks, holding his against your pussy,

"F-Fives, oh maker, Ec-ahh-Echo," you moaned breathlessly, feeling the way Echo smirked against you before moving his fingers up to your entrance. You held your breath for a second to see if he would tease you or get straight to it, hoping and praying to the maker that it was the latter. You didn’t know how much teasing you could take today, wanting to feel them inside of you as soon as possible.

Luck seemed to be smiling down on you today as it turned out both men were just as eager to get going as you were. Fives sat you up again, getting off the bed and removing his boxers, his cock flopping out and slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, not because you hadn’t seen it before but because every time you did, you imagined all the ways they could fuck you, fantasies you had yet to discuss with them. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Echo push two fingers into your dripping entrance, your back arching as he moved his fingers at a vigorous pace while he continued to suck on your clit.

"Ahhh, Echo!" You moaned as he added a third finger, pushing up against every nerve inside you. Fives was now fully undressed, watching as his vod finger fucked you rapidly, opening you up to take him. You turned your head away from watching Echo, tilting your head towards Fives and beckoned him over with grabby hands making him chuckle.

He got the message quickly, coming back to the bed and throwing his leg over you to straddle his chest as he put his cock to your mouth. He teased his cock over your lips, smearing precum all over them and watching with a satisfied grin as you licked your lips to clean up the mess. He placed his tip on your lower lip again, this time holding it there before meeting your eyes.

"Go on cyar’ika, Have a taste," He growled and you didn't disobey, opening your mouth wide to let him slide his thick cock into your awaiting mouth. You moaned around him as Echo moved his fingers in and out of you a little slower, drawing out the feeling as he focused on your clit. Echo sucked intensely on the small bumble of nerves, feeling your pussy clenched around his fingers, legs shaking with the desire to cum. Fives combed his fingers through your hair, taking control and fucking into your mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good on my cock mesh’la. Love it when you take me like this,” Fives grunted, watching as tears gathered at the corner of your eyes. You looked at Fives with doe eyes, enjoying the way he used your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

Soon you were coming undone with a scream around Fives’s cock, Echo burying his head further between your legs as he drank your juices greedily, not leaving a drop left. You sucked Fives harder, hollowing your cheeks and breathing through your nose as he fucked your throat. It wasn’t long before Fives came with a shout, his cum spilling into your mouth and down your throat with a moan of your name. You smiled around his softening dick, swallowing around him and milking him through his high. Fives groaned and pulled out of your mouth, removing himself from your chest and moving back to his position behind you, shifting you to lay on top of him with your back to his chest.

Echo did his due diligence to spread your legs wider, pushing them up to your chest where Fives firmly took hold of them, holding under your thighs with one arm as his other hand rubbed your ass. He gave it a smack before grabbing hold of his cock, pumping it to draw it back to hardness as Echo lined himself up with your cunt.

“You sure you can go another round Vod?” Echo teased Fives, smirking as he sunk into you slowly, easily. Fives only grunted as he felt himself harden again, the tip of his cock finding the edge of your pussy lips where Echo had them spread.

“You want this cyar’ika? Want both of us inside your pussy?” Fives growled, pushing his tip in the slightest bit. You bit back a whine and nodded your head as much as you could, head falling back and eyes staring at the ceiling.

“YES! Please, please give it to me, I can take it,” you whimpered, already feeling stretched to the stars as Fives shifted another half inch into you. Echo let out a groan at the tight fit, trying his best to hold still as Fives sunk inside you along side him, stretching your pussy wide open.

“Fuck!” Was all you could think as these two men destroyed your pussy without so much as a thrust yet, feeling like they would split you in half but loving every minute of it. Your legs shook almost uncontrollably in Fives’s hold, head falling back on his shoulder as Echo’s hand found purchase in your hips.

"Oh kriff, you feel so good around my cock baby, so fucking tight around us," Echo groaned out as he pulled himself out of you, leaving only the tip in as Fives stayed nestled inside your slowly loosening pussy.

"How does she feel Vod? Does our mesh’la dala squeeze her trooper’s cock well," Echo asked, Fives nodding as best he could before he pulled out and let Echo sink in.

"She feels so good, osik, so fucking tight around me,” Fives grunted, hands squeezing your thighs to ground himself, “won't, ah, I won't last much longer," Fives moaned as he thrusted into you without waiting for Echo, to pull out. The complete and utter fullness you felt drew a heavy scream from your chest, feeling them open you up like a bag of chips. You clenched around them both, drawing them in together and holding them for a second before releasing.

"Please Echo, Please Fives, fuck me!” Was all you could get out, the words slightly clipped as they knocked the wind out of you momentarily. Both ARC trooper did reply as they heeded your pleas, both beginning to thrust and finding a pace that worked for them. You moaned unabashedly, nail scrapping for purchase on the sheet of your bed while your troopers fucked you into oblivion.

“P-please fill me u-up with your cum, please, cum inside meee,” you moaned, barely managing to spread your legs enough to get your hand through, moving your hand down between you and Echo to forcefully rub your clit. Both men grunted as you tightened around them, Fives parting your knees so your legs were wide open.

Fives turned your head to face him and kissed you deeply as Echo swatted your hand away from your clit, taking over and doing it himself instead. Echo rubbed your clit harshly, taking advantage of your now spread legs, leaning down to bite at your breasts.

The abundance of pleasure was overwhelming, making you cry out in sheer ecstasy. You screamed as your orgasm tore through you, body convulsing as you squirted all over Echo’s thighs, cum dripping down onto the mattress below you. Echo and Fives both moaned as they came inside you, panting together as their hips jerked with the sensitivity. You went limp in their arms, tired and dizzy from all the simulation, feeling completely satisfied and full.

Both Fives and Echo slowly pulled out of you, the feeling of their spend spilling out of you almost reigniting the pleasurable flame that they helped to tame. You moved your head back to rest it against Fives’ shoulder while Echo stood on shaky legs to get a wash cloth from the fresher. He came back and tossed one to Fives with a little quip of ‘clean up di’kut’ before turning to clean you up.

Fives grumbled at the little insult, mumbling under his breath as he cleaned up and watched Echo do the same to you. Echo was very gentle, being mindful of the over sensitivity you were feeling down there. He watched with loving eyes as your cunt fluttered, your hole abused as stretched almost to the point of a gape. You moaned softly as Echo cleaned you, feeling completely and utterly loved by these two. Fives join in to help clean, wiping your forehead and chest of sweat, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Fives held you in his arms, whispering sweet words to you as he pressed light, tender kisses to your neck and cheek to help you relax. Semi-Distantly, you could hear the sound of running water from the fresher, smiling at the implications before being carefully lifted up by Fives and brought to the bathroom.

One of the things you loved about your boyfriends was their soft and caring sides, always taking such good care of you after making love. You took a small sniff of the air and sighed, the smell of peppermint and vanilla invading your nostrils, making your shoulders slump relaxingly in Fives’s hold. Echo always knew which soap was your favourite to use for aftercare, the little details about you something he payed close attention too.

Echo lit a few candles around the room before getting in the tub first, letting out a soft almost inaudible groan as the hot water soothed his muscles. Fives gently placed you in the tub against Echo’s chest, said trooper taking you in his arms, beginning to massage your sore body. You smiled contentedly, leaning your head back to kiss his jaw a little before Fives entered the tub, joining Echo in giving you a full body a massage.

~Time Skip~

After the three of you were washed and clothed in your underwear again, Fives carrying you back into your room bridal style. You giggled at his antics, watching as he made funny faces down at you in his arms before setting you down in bed. He hopped in not a moment later, snuggling up to you and making room for Echo who was not far behind. Echo joined on the opposite side, smiling as he kissed your cheek, electing another giggle from your lips.

You were now toasty warm, encased in and ARC trooper sandwich after a blissful amazing orgasm and a much needed shower. Though you didn’t want to leave of the comfort of their arms, you also knew that is was important for you to get up. There was a war going on and you three were required to be in the briefing room soon to go over mission plans and schematics.

"It's 08:00 you two, we’ve got too much to do today and what if-" you were slightly worried that you would be caught by Captain Rex or even worse Anakin. Sleeping with two of the most valued members of the 501st was a dangerous game but the boys reassured you many times that they were ready to face consequences should something happen. You tried to get up to start your day, only to have Fives and Echo hold you tightly, both men refusing to let go just yet.

“We still have a few hours before we’re meant to be at the briefing,” Fives said, tightening his hold on her as Echo kissed the back of her neck, nipping here in there and drawing giggles from you.

"We love you (Y/N)," they said together, their voices soft and calming at they continued to run their hands over your body.

"More than anything," Fives started, his hand finding purchase on one of your hips, holding firmly yet gently.

"You are," Echo continued, his hand making its way to your other hip as he massaged your scalp, feeling the happy grumbling in your chest.

"Ours." They finished their thoughts together, each giving you a kiss on the cheek making you blush. Their words were touching and made your heart swell with an equal amount of love for them.

You smiled happily at the two Arc troopers, eyes falling shut as you fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of their beating hearts. Fives was right, it would be another few hours before you were called which gave you time to rest in the arms of your boys.

Let me know what your thoughts on this story are! If you’d like to see more like this, don’t hesitate to ask! (Next fic is scheduled for (DATE TBD))

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littlemissmanga · 2 years ago

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This is now accepted as Dogma canon in my brain. This is his biggest kink and he can never get enough.

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕨𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕘𝕞𝕒

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴅᴏɢᴍᴀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ (ᴏʙᴠ), ꜰᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏ/ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɢᴍᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ

⋆ ★ ᴡᴏᴏ, ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ! ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ :)

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“Do you want to fuck my tits?”

Dogma stills entirely from where he’s standing above you, knees pressed onto your mattress at the edge of the bed, and blinks. Then he blinks again. And again. You’re unsure if he’s even breathing.

The reaction might be justified. You did bring it up out of nowhere. He’d been gently placing you down onto the bed, a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kissed you sweetly, stripped off your shirt, and held your tits. He does like them a lot. And the thought had been on your mind for a while. The prospect couldn’t have been that jarring, you thought when you pulled away abruptly and offered.

Perhaps, it is really that jarring, judging by his flushed expression.

You let out a heavy breath and smile delicately, inviting him to sink further into you. Your hands ball up into fists so you can rest your wrists on his shoulders, and Dogma begins to untense.

“Sorry, that came out of nowhere,” You apologize. He shakes his head almost immediately.

“`Don’t have to apologize…” Dogma mutters back. With a slight tilt of his head, he places a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth and pushes you backward. When your head hits the back of the mattress, you gaze up, feeling his lips trace a path up your neck to your jaw. “Sure, I wasn’t expecting that–”

Your snort interrupts him, and he huffs, running the top of his teeth over the most sensitive part of your neck he can reach. Dogma then continues without wasting another beat.

“--But I’ll take you up on the offer,” He finishes, pulling his head away. He blocks all access to light, face in the shadows as he seeks permission, looking into your eyes wistfully. “If it’s still up, of course.”

Oh, this sweet man.

You bite the inside of your cheek, keeping your smile level, and nod enthusiastically.

“Please, Dogma,” You add in his name for further effect, shuffling when he shuffles and slightly adjusts his body as if he’s about to get into the position. “Please fuck my tits.”

Dogma’s head drops with a deep groan, and he shifts his hips up. You wrap your arms around his middle, letting them rest on his hips. He barely manages to shuffle his pants off, unzipping the front and pushing down the front of his blacks, cock springing free and resting just over the top of the valley of your breasts

“You–You’re so kriffing…” He mutters aloud, still fumbling to get into a proper position over you. He lets the tip of his cock await just below your cleavage, awaiting your approval before finally moving. He does manage to finish his thought, however. “...So kriffing sexy .”

With a soft hum of approval, you jut your chest down, encouraging him avidly to take what he wants. Dogma lets out a deep sigh, cupping the sides of your tits to push them together, and slides his cock between them.

You’re surprised how easily his heavy length glides between your breasts. You’re surprised how slick it is.

Dogma groans lowly, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, basking in how good his length feels between your tits. You keen, tilting your chin up and breaking away from your hard gaze on his heaving chest, catching your breath when you hold it for too long.

Eventually, once you compose yourself, you lift your head, watching how the tip of his cock slides in and out of your cleavage. Your eyes flicker up. It seems Dogma’s gaze is fixated on that too.

You tentatively stick your tongue up and slick a stripe of it as it emerges the next time. Dogma groans, cock twitching in your cleavage as a spurt of pre-cum falls onto your tongue. You sigh delicately; lapping up his taste in absolute veneration, completely enraptured in his looming figure above you.

It's simply never enough. Will it ever be enough?

Dogma slides the tip of his cock along your tongue and then across your lips, covering it with the same pre-cum he just spurts onto you. Humming softly, you bite your bottom lip and smile timidly.

"Enjoying yourself?"

He's just a groaning mess by now, only able to respond with a gentle thrust of his hips forward and sliding his cock firmly between your tits again.

He's far from finished.

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merlincmgirl · 2 years ago

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Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

Characters: Rex, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma

Word count: 2020

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe12t8Sr/

You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

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oceansssblue · 7 months ago

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Soooo

OPTION C) explicit smutt with weird/unusual kinks or a specific sentence for the fic

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areyoufuckingcrazy · 1 day ago

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“Armor for the Skin”

501st x Reader

The overhead lumens slam on like artillery. Groans ripple through the barracks, but you roll out of your bunk already gathering your contraband caddy—a slim duraplast kit labeled “Mk‑III MedPatch”

Fives, half‑dressed and wholly curious, nods at the kit. “Alright, mystery box—you packing bacta or blasters in there?”

You flick the latch. Bottles, tubes, and sachets unfold like a miniature armory—just shinier and pastel‑colored.

“Moisturizer,” you say, dotting cream onto your cheeks. “SPF 50. Sun in space still finds a way.”

Fives blinks. “You’re lotion‑plating your face before breakfast?”

You smile. “Armor for the skin.”

As you pat the sunscreen in, Fives watches, fascinated. “How long does all that take? We get, like, sixty seconds to hit the refresher.”

“Practice,” you reply, capping the tube. “And a bit of multitasking.”

Across the aisle, Jesse mutters, “She’s waxing her cheeks?”—which earns him a smack from Kix.

The medic tilts his head, curious. “Actually, hydrating the epidermis reduces micro‑tears that form when helmets chafe. Fewer micro‑tears, fewer infections.”

Fives groans. “Kix, not you too!”

Tup perks up. “Will it stop my forehead from peeling on desert drops?”

“Only if you commit,” you reply, tossing him a travel‑size tube.

Tup bobbles it. “Commit to… face goop?”

“Commit to self‑care, shiny,” Jesse teases, but he secretly dabs a fingertip of cream on the scar running over his temple when he thinks no one’s watching.

Hardcase flips down from the top bunk, dangling upside‑down. “What about night routine? Can we weaponize it?”

You laugh. “Weaponize hydration?”

You begin to rattle off the list for your routines while shoving items back into the caddy.

Jesse whistles. “That’s more steps than disassembling a DC‑17.”

“It’s upkeep,” you say, snapping the kit shut. “Blasters, armor, skin. Treat them right and they won’t fail mid‑mission.”

Kix, ever the medic, hums thoughtfully. “Prevention over cure—sound protocol.”

Rex marches past the doorway, barking for PT. He notices the cluster around your bunk, eyes the lotions, then decides he’s not paid enough to investigate at 0500. “Five minutes to muster. Whatever you’re doing—do it faster.”

The squad scrambles. You close your caddy with a click, satisfied. Step one: curiosity planted.

As you pass Fives he murmurs, “Armor for the skin, huh?”

“Exactly, vod,” you grin, tapping his chest plate. “And just like yours—it’s personal issue.”

He barks a laugh, then jogs after the others—already plotting how to requisition micellar water under “optical clarity supplies.”

Curiosity piqued, routine revealed. Now the real fun begins.

⸻

An hour later, after PT and standard mess rations, the 501st files toward the strategy room. You’re meant to present local intel, but you duck into the refresher first to rinse sweat and slap on a leave‑in hair mask.

Inside, Tup stares at his reflection, damp curls drooping. “How tight is the towel supposed to be?”

“Snug, not suffocating.” You demonstrate the twist‑and‑tuck, shaping his towel into a tidy turban. He looks like a spa holo‑ad—if spa ads featured wide‑eyed clone troopers in duty blacks.

Rex storms in mid‑lesson. The captain’s expression cycles through confusion, exasperation, acceptance in under a second. “Explain.”

“Deep‑conditioning,” you answer. “Helmet hair’s a war crime.”

Dogma, arms folded behind Rex, scowls. “Regulation headgear only.”

You pat the towel. “Technically, still a head covering.”

Hardcase bursts from a stall, face covered in neon‑green clay. “I CAN’T MOVE MY MOUTH! THIS STUFF SETS LIKE DURASTEEL!”

Kix swoops in with a damp cloth. “That’s the detox mask, vod. Rinse at four minutes, not forty.”

Fives leans in the doorway, filming everything. “Historical documentation, Rex. Posterity.”

Rex pinches the bridge of his nose. “You have two minutes to look like soldiers before General Skywalker arrives.”

Tup whispers, “Uh… do I rinse or…?”

You yank the towel free with a flourish; his curls bounce, glossy. “Ready for battle,” you declare.

Rex sighs. “One minute forty‑five.”

⸻

The 501st rolls in after an endless maintenance drill, expecting lights‑out. Instead, you’ve transformed the common room into a makeshift spa: footlockers draped in clean towels, maintenance lamps angled like vanity lights, and rows of mysterious packets labeled hydrating, brightening, volcanic detox…

Rex stops dead in the doorway, helmet under his arm.

“Vod, why does it smell like a med‑bay and a flower‑shop had a firefight?”

You beam. “Team‑building. Captain’s orders.”

Rex narrows his eyes—he definitely did not give those orders—but one look at the exhausted squad convinces him to play along. You pass out microfiber headbands—Tup’s bun peeks through adorably—then cue soft lo‑fi on a datapad.

⸻

Rex stops dead in the doorway, helmet under his arm.

“Vod, why does it smell like a med‑bay and a flower‑shop had a firefight?”

You beam. “Team‑building. Captain’s orders.”

Rex narrows his eyes—he definitely did not give those orders—but one look at the exhausted squad convinces him to play along.

You pass out microfiber headbands—Tup’s bun peeks through adorably—then cue soft lo‑fi on a datapad.

Fives foams cleanser like he’s icing a ration cake, flicks bubbles at Jesse.

Hardcase grabs an industrial solvent bottle. You snatch it away. “Wrong kind of chemical peel, blaster‑brain.”

Kix demonstrates gentle circular motions; the squad copies, mumbling mock mantras.

Faces disappear beneath colors and cartoons.

Fives foams cleanser like he’s icing a ration cake, flicks bubbles at Jesse.

Hardcase grabs an industrial solvent bottle. You snatch it away. “Wrong kind of chemical peel, blaster‑brain.”

Kix demonstrates gentle circular motions; the squad copies, mumbling mock mantras.

Faces disappear beneath colors and cartoons.

Jesse paints Dogma’s clay mask into perfect camo stripes; Dogma tries to protest, fails, secretly loves it.

Rex sighs as you smooth the sheet onto his face. “If this vid leaks, I’m demoting everyone.”

Tup giggles when the nerf‑printed mask squeaks. Fives records the sound bite for future memes.

Everyone reclines on mesh webbing strung between crates.

The timer pings. Masks come off—revealing eight glowing, ridiculously refreshed faces.

Hardcase flexes. “Feel like I could head‑butt a super tactical droid and leave an imprint.”

Fives snaps a holo of Rex’s newfound radiance. “Captain, you’re shining.”

Rex grumbles, but his skin does glow under the fluorescents. “Get some rack time, troopers. 0600 briefing. And… keep the extra packets. Field supply, understood?”

A chorus of cheerful “Yes, sir!”

You watch them file out, each tucking a sheet‑mask packet into utility belts like contraband. Mission accomplished: the 501st is combat‑ready—and complexion‑ready—for whatever tomorrow throws at them.

⸻

Obi‑Wan strolls through the hangar, robe billowing. He pauses mid‑conversation with Cody, eyes widening at the radiant 501st lined up for deployment.

“My word, gentlemen, you’re positively effulgent.”

Jesse grins—dazzling. “Training and discipline, General.”

Cody side‑eyes Rex. “Whatever you’re doing, send the regimen to the 212th.”

Anakin trots up, spying a stash of leftover masks tucked behind Rex’s pauldron. He plucks one. “Charcoal detox? Padmé swears by these.” He pockets it with a conspiratorial wink.

Rex mutters, “Necessary field supplies, General.”

You walk by, sling a go‑cup of caf into Rex’s free hand. “Don’t forget SPF,” you remind, tapping his helmet.

Rex looked over to Cody, Deadpan “Non‑negotiable, apparently.”

⸻

Blaster fire and powdered sand fill the air. Jesse dives behind a ridge. “Double‑cleanse tonight—this dust is murder on my pores!”

Fives snorts through the comms. “Copy, gorgeous. Bring the aloe.”

Hardcase detonates a bunker, cheers, then yelps, “Mask first, explosions later—got it!”

Rex stands, sand sifting off armor, skin protected under a sheer layer of sunscreen that miraculously survived the firefight. He shakes his head but can’t hide the small smile.

“Alright, 501st,” he calls. “Let’s finish this op—tonight we rehydrate, tomorrow we conquer.”

You chuckle, loading a fresh power‑cell. The war may rage on, but for this legion, victory now comes with a healthy glow.

⸻

A/N

This was a request, however I accidentally deleted the request in my inbox.

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cloneficgiftexchange · 4 months ago

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The time has come...

...The complete spreadsheet of submitted prompts is now available! Anyone who is interested in writing a fic for this event can now peruse the lists and pick one (or more!) that they want to fulfill! The prompt sheet is linked on the bottom on this post, and here are just a few notes:

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mori-does-sw · 8 months ago

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CLONE CRUSHES: DOGMA

PAIRING \ Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader SYNOPSIS \ How Dogma behaves when he has a crush on you. WARNING(S) \ A teensy bit of angst. AUTHOR'S NOTE \ It has come to my attention that I forgot to include Dogma when I wrote the Torrent Company headcanons, and I can now definitively say: My bad. I wrote it as a mini-project while I work on some bigger things. Stay tuned!

If you thought that Rex was awkward, Dogma is so much worse. All of his more-than-platonic thoughts about you are filtered through enough layers of self-repression and self-consciousness that his cuteness aggression turns into passive-aggression.

In truth, Dogma is fascinated by you.

Raised in Kamino, he doesn’t have much reference for how normal people live other than the very essentials that flash-training taught him. When you offer to show him and his vode where to find those holovids you like so much, what your favorite things to read are; little things like tooka cafés or street musicians or stealing the free paint chips in hardware stores, he’s overwhelmed. But he likes it.

A little too much.

He isn’t sure what you’re doing to him, isn’t sure if he’s okay with it or not, and proceeds to shut down almost entirely the moment you start giving him Feelings™. You’ll be having a perfectly normal conversation and, the moment you accidentally touch or smile at him too brightly, he’ll just disengage. Any attempt to continue speaking will be met with grunts, and the minute you turn your back he’ll run away.

Every interaction with Dogma feels timed, but you can never decipher how long you have on the clock. It’s no wonder that, with his strange behavior, you’re completely at a loss when it comes to his feelings for you—no idea how much you mean to him.

Ironically, he’s very much like a cat. He’s only comfortable being close when you aren’t paying attention to him. If you’re working, he’ll bring you the holopads you need or fetch you a ration bar if you decide to skip eating. He tends to stick near to you at large events or in a crowd, keeping an eye on you even as your presence reassures him.

He’s secretly fond of being in the same space as you. You don’t have to talk or even acknowledge him, just being able to listen to you relax or do your tasks makes him happy.

While it’s true that Dogma’s actions are more effective at making you confused than getting his interest across, your positive reactions help him gain confidence. A little patience with him goes a long way.

Eventually he’ll come to terms with the fact that he wants you, and that he wants you to want him back.

#★ mori writes #★ clone trooper dogma thoughts #torrent company x reader #dogma x reader #clone trooper x reader #clone troopers x reader #star wars x reader #sw x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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I love it! This is so cute~

Dogma~

I love him so much.

Hello~

May I get "It's not your fault." Or "Just hold on to me. I have you." For Fox please?

(Or Dogma, or Jesse)

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

two truths and a kiss

pairing:Dogma/gn Reader

Requested by @vodika-vibes

Prompt: “Just hold onto me, I have you

tags/warnings: Jedi reader, whump, descriptions of blood and injury, mentions of death, needles, hurt/comfort

Summary: When a rash decision leads to you getting injured during a search and rescue mission with your favourite trooper/you’re very secret crush, Dogma, a concoction of slightly too much painkillers, your subsequent loss of having a filter, and a childhood game conspires to bring certain feelings to light. Only problem is, you’re very much convinced that he doesn’t, and couldn’t, feel the same way.

Authors note: So originally, I had a whole outline drafted for this, a completely different idea with commander Fox. However, as things tend to do, the story started spiralling and was getting too big to be contained. I had to take a step back and shift my focus towards something much more manageable. I hope you like and enjoy this just as much. I had a lot of fun writing it.

“I’m telling you, there’s someone in there.”

You turn, an already stubborn slant to your shoulders as you address the helmeted trooper at your side. He’s cautious, an equally stubborn rule follower at his heart as you are, and you, well...

You’re just a newly minted Jedi knight who is still learning the ropes of command, which is why, instead of being assigned your own battalion upon your knighting ceremony, you had been sent off with the 501st to gain some much-needed field experience.

But regardless of how fresh out of the creche and clumsy you feel, you are still a Jedi, and the call of a presence—a human life resonating within the Force—still rings as clearly as if it were a bell, the insistent nudge that you must go to them threatening to pull you forward if you don’t reign yourself in.

This is exactly why you were sent to scout this village with Dogma, command ordering small search-and-rescue teams to recover civilians after a recent bombing by the Separatist forces had caught everyone by surprise. Your ability to easily identify signs of life and help guide troopers who had been assigned to clear out debris and medics to their locations was valued, and without a doubt often made these trips operate more efficiently.

“And I’m telling you that these houses were already badly reinforced before the Seps up.”

Dogma sounds exasperated even through the modulator of his helmet, and despite being unable to see his face, you can tell he’s making an effort not to be, always wanting to be respectful of the chain of command but equally loyal and steadfast to his own instincts. You like that about him, always have. His uncompromising devotion to what he believes is right and true has attracted you to him ever since the moment you met, even though he, to your disappointed but grudging acceptance, has never indicated that those feelings are reciprocated.

You won’t push it. In fact, you would consider it to be taking advantage of your position if you did, since technically you are still considered a general. Dogma is so loyal to rules and order, who knows what someone could get him to agree to if they were to possess ill intent towards him.

The very thought of abusing his loyalty like that makes you feel somewhat sick. So you keep your mouth shut, and that’s that.

“Are you telling me that we should just leave someone who might be injured trapped inside there?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest.

“That isn’t what I said,” he sighs, and there’s a soft hiss as the seal of his helmet releases and he removes it from his head. “I’m just saying maybe we should find a better way to get to them.”

“We can’t wait for backup,” you protest, ashamed by the tightness that suddenly constricts your throat. You’re not a Padawan anymore. You should be able to handle yourself and get a more solid grip on your emotions. But it’s hard.

It’s hard when you close your eyes, taking a breath to recenter yourself and instead are unable to pull your focus away from the life form. One of your first classes as an initiate had been learning what you can discern simply from observing different presences in the Force. Master Yoda would say something like “Words you may have to describe this being within the Force. Tell them to me, you should.”

If you were still one of the younglings sitting cross-legged in that circle with his eyes intently focused on you right now, the first words that come to your mind would be helpless, fearful, and almost...small.

“Dogma, please?” Your voice is quiet and pleading, and though you’ve never seen this happen before, at least when it comes to Dogma, there’s a flicker of hesitation followed by an almost imperceptible softening of hard edges that takes you by surprise and instantly catches your notice.

You notice everything about him though, and that’s only made you—impossibly and with a naivety that is so unfitting of a Jedi—fall for him a little bit harder.

You had noticed the first time you had set eyes on him the way he was so reassuring with a shiny trooper, his eyes wide and looking distraught after an admiral had sharply reprimanded him for a minor infraction.

“They’re, they’re gonna decommission me, vod,” he had stammered. “They’re gonna pack me up and send me back to Kamino and they’ll...”

“Easy, trooper, look at me.” Dogma had taken the kid by his shoulders, waiting for his eyes to meet his. “They won’t decommission you. I promise. General Ti put an end to that as soon as she arrived on Kamino, remember? You’re not going anywhere.”

The trooper had nodded, unable to stop the shudder that had run through him at the lingering mix of fear and overwhelming relief that had spiked through him.

“Now, it was the artillery data logs that were cataloged incorrectly, yeah?” Dogma had asked. “I want you to show me what you did, and then I’ll help you figure out where you went wrong so this doesn’t happen again.”

The innate compassion that he didn’t even seem to be aware of possessing paired with his logic and determination to problem solve and combat fear with facts had drawn you to him even before he knew you had existed, and to your frustration, it had never stopped luring you in even when you knew you should cut the line and pull away, which would have been the smart, pragmatic choice he would have made if he were in your position, which he’s not, and would be much safer for the both of you.

You’re quick to squash any impulse to think that maybe, just maybe, his inexplicable softening in this moment is because he has a soft spot for you. Stupid, you scold yourself. Stay on task and just be glad that you’re getting through to him at all.

“Their presence within the Force feels like that of a child,” you continue, your words picking up in speed as your desperation urging you to move forward grows. “Maybe even that of an infant. I can’t be sure. But we, we need to—”

“Alright, General. I understand your concern,” Dogma raises a hand, silencing your worried rambling.

He lets out a breath, tilting his head as his eyes intently scrutinize the small, rundown two-story house that is miraculously, at least for the most part, still standing in front of you.

“Just…” There’s a slow exhale of breath followed by the sound of him placing his helmet back on his head.

“We need to be very careful in there. Let’s not give the medics more casualties to worry about.”

As soon as he finally agrees to search the house, you’ve stopped listening, immediately walking ahead to find a way inside just in case he takes it back.

You can hear his irritated huff in the distance, but sure enough, the sound of his heavy boots against crushed pavement follows you an instant later.

Despite only half listening to Dogma’s concerned directive that you need to be careful, you do try, at least at first, to listen to it. This starts easy. The discovery of two adult bodies trapped beneath the crumbling interior wall sobers you considerably, and it’s easy to pause and slow your steps after that.

This lasts for about five minutes into your search.

Then the presence that sits at the edge of your consciousness like a beacon slowly begins to become restless, unsettled, and afraid, and you grow the distinct feeling that whoever it is—child, toddler, or Force forbid, a baby—is just beginning to wake up and is discovering that it’s all on its own.

The spike of fear that hits you square in the chest feels like it’s your own for a brief moment, and that’s all it takes to send you running up the cracked and splintering flight of stairs that you find in the back hallway. Closing your eyes, you allow the Force to guide you.

You’re up the stairs before Dogma can even call your name, and by the time he has, you’re in the room. You hear the distant, put-upon sigh he lets out before his reluctant footsteps begin to follow you, but you don’t focus on it. You’re too fixated on the nursery and on the hand-painted teddy bears on the wall. Did his mother, with so much love and patience, delicately create each one? Did his father, with so much optimism and hope for his child’s future, set up the crib in which he now sleeps?

Did the bombing, quick and fast and merciless, strike them down before they could even make it halfway to the staircase that separated them from their sleeping child?

It is nothing short of a miracle that the downstairs wall that had caved in on both of them hadn’t started a chain reaction throughout the rest of the house. You are grateful that the second floor, by some Force-given stroke of luck, didn’t crumble down with it. And yet, all you can feel is grief stabbing like a piece of broken glass twisting in your heart, and upon taking a breath to steady yourself, you attempt to discern if it’s your own, or if it’s the child’s. The little boy in his crib is just beginning to stir and look up at you with big, watery eyes and an already trembling lip that instinctively causes you to take a step forward and reach out towards him.

Crack!

The sound rings unsettlingly loud, screaming of “something is wrong” just beneath your foot. It registers within your body, danger flaring up within the Force like a brush of wild fire against your skin an instant too late.

Because by the time you’re comprehending it, by the time your muscles tense as they prepare to react to the oncoming threat, your foot has already gone through the cracked and breaking boards of the old wooden floor beneath it, punching through the boards in what feels like a final, vicious jolt as it pulls you downward.

A sharp cry escapes your lips, arms and upper body flailing in a desperate, perilous attempt to pull your leg free, which only results in a further dissent through the floor, your leg precariously dangling in the air.

“Dogma!” you manage to shout, your word being half cut off by a gasp that seems to punch all the air from your lungs as you feel the snap of something tugging, something breaking within your leg as gravity fights to pull it down further than it can go through the hole.

Your ears are ringing, and distantly you think you can hear the child’s helpless, distraught wailing through the pounding of your heart, but the blurry fingers that tantalizingly brush over the corners of your eyes make it hard to differentiate past anything other than the pain.

“C-can you hold the floor?”

Dogma’s voice, sure and steady despite its waiver, cuts through your pain and fear as it comes from just behind you. You swallow, biting back a whimper, your eyes still squeezed shut as you nod your head, reaching out a hand and letting the Force flow through you, reinforcing the floor that surrounds you so that he can make his way towards you without fear that he’ll fall through as well. It takes all your concentration to keep holding it up, and even then the stars are still fluttering beneath your tightly closed eyelids.

Hands guide your flailing ones to strong shoulders, your fingers curling and instantly trying to find purchase within the ridges of his cool, plastoid armor.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Deep breath.”

That’s a big ask. Your heart is still racing too quickly, and you don’t think you can. But you must, with as much effort as you can muster, give a pretty good attempt.

“Good,” Dogma’s tone is warm, encouraging despite the tension that is pulled tight beneath. “Again, and when you do, I’m going to pull you up, alright?”

You nod, fear spiking through you but adrenaline doing its best to silence its protests.

You breathe.

He tugs.

You must make some ungodly noise, because when the blinding, all-consuming pain loosens its iron grip, your throat feels slightly raw. Dogma’s voice is muffled, speaking to you in soft, soothing tones, and you realize with a start that you’re in his arms, holding tight to his shoulders as he carries you from the room to more stable ground.

“Wait, the...the baby. We can’t—”

“We’re going to wait for backup to get here so he can be safely retrieved,” he cuts you off smoothly, undoubtedly already working two steps ahead of your pain-addled brain. “He’s in the safest place he can be right now. We need to get you a med evac.”

It’s then that you make the mistake of pulling back slightly, glancing down at your leg uselessly dangling as he holds you up.

It’s a mess.

You can still feel the blood that trickles down your leg, see the cuts, broken wood, and splinters that surround your upper thigh digging into your skin, and you swear you can clearly see where it’s broken.

“Dogma!” Your voice comes out in a choked cry—a panicked and childlike whimper as adrenaline finally abates and fresh, overwhelming fear takes hold in its place.

“Shh, I know, I know. Easy, adika, easy.”

You’d normally protest the endearment. Coming from the troopers, it’s usually meant to tease. But falling from his lips, so softly and so easily, instead it makes you feel soothed, and you're unresisting as he cradles the back of your head, tugging it away from the ugly wound and pressing it against his shoulder, holding you there.

“Just hold onto me. I have you.”

You sniffle, swallowing a sob as he maneuvers you, slow and careful as he guides you onto the ground, his hands remaining on your shoulders as he props you against a wall.

“See?” he murmurs, his voice reassuring as he takes your hand in his, the press of his fingers warm, even through his gloves. “I have you. You’re safe. Everything‘s going to be okay, I promise.”

You nod, raising a trembling hand to wipe tears away from your cheeks and he smiles, releasing his grip.

You immediately long for the comfort of his warmth to return. But you don’t ask.

“I’m going to call the medic in charge of evac. See what can be done while we wait for them to get here,” he says, pulling out his comm. “Sit tight, hm?” he says, his voice serious and completely deadpan, his only giveaway being the slight twinkle in his eyes as he turns away.

“Dogma, that is not funny,” you burst out, your voice incredulous as you glare at him.

“Really?” he asks, raising a skeptic eyebrow at you as he leans forward, tapping against the persistent twitch in your cheek as it fights to pull your lips upward. “Then why are you smiling, mesh’la?”

You let out a sigh, your head thumping back against the wall and briefly wishing that your leg wasn’t broken right now, because if it was working, you’d surely take the opportunity to kick him for that.

He gives you a knowing smirk, turns away, and before you can respond, raises his comm to his lips.

“Alright,” Dogma says, already swinging off his pack. “If it were just a break, I would have to splint it. But the medics want me to leave it alone because of all the splinters. So lucky for you, we can just skip to administering painkillers.”

“Sounds great,” you say sardonically, summoning a small thumbs-up. All your energy is focused on breathing through the sharp, prominent pains that stab through your leg, now being the only thing to center your attention on.

“I’ve only got a hypo dose equipped for a standard clone trooper, so, uh...” he shakes his head, staring down at the injector in his hand with preemptive indecision.

“Too much is better than not enough,” you say with a dismissive shrug. “What’s the harm at this point?”

He fixes you with a look that you’ve come to recognize promises a lecture.

“The harm is that there’s always a possibility you could overdose and die if I give you too much,” he says, sounding somewhat horrified at your easy agreement.

“I won’t,” you say, giving him as much of a reassuring smile as you can muster. “If worse comes to worst, I’ll be high as a kite for a couple hours, that’s all.”

“But we don’t—”

“Dogma.”

The soft utterance of his name gently cuts him off, and you reach out a hand, lightly touching his, his fingernails stilling their nervous drumming against the floor as he looks up at you.

“I trust you,” you say, your voice completely earnest. He looks down, and you’re slightly surprised to see the shadow of pink that’s crept into his cheeks at the unquestioning sincerity of your words.

“Now please give me the hypo before I’m tempted to find more strenuous means to knock myself out so that I don’t have to feel this anymore.”

He lets out a soft huff, but there’s an upward tilt to his lips that he can’t quite hide as he leans forward, acquiescing with a silent nod before he presses the hypo to your neck.

“Deep breath,” he warns. His voice is a low murmur, so close to your ear that you have to fight the urge to shiver. There’s a pinch, your lips pressing into a tight line as you fight the urge to make a sound, and then he’s pulling away, quickly discarding the used material.

“Perfect,” he mutters, hands swiftly repacking the small medkit. “You let me know if you start to feel dizzy or nauseous, okay?”

You hum a soft agreement, your eyes closed as you take a slow, deep breath. The medication is fast-acting, and you can already feel the heaviness, the gentle and warm numbness that creeps into your bones as you lean your head back against the wall.

“Hang tight,” he says, and there’s a warm pressure against your uninjured knee as he briefly rests his hand there, fleeting and gone too soon. “We just have to wait for evac. They’ll be here soon.”

“So much waiting,” you sigh, your head lulling against your shoulder. Your mind has already wandered, lingering on that one word and bringing you back to memories of being an initiate lined up outside of large training rooms anxiously waiting for your turn to be assessed by the Council.

“We would always play games as younglings while we were waiting for our turns for stuff,” you say, and your voice sounds far off, even to your own ears.

“What kind of games?” Dogma asks, and a part of you in the back of your mind thinks that he’s asking just to keep you talking, just to keep you here. You don’t really care, though. You’re happy to oblige.

“Like...talking games,” you shrug, blinking up at him slowly. The medication that was in the hypo made you feel like you’re thinking through some sort of fog. “Like ‘two truths and a lie.’”

“What’s that?” he asks, and now you can’t resist rolling your eyes, tilting your head in consternation.

“It’s pretty self-explanatory,” you shrug, and he gives you a slightly rueful grin in return.

“Humor me,” he says, moving to sit beside you and lean against the wall. “If we were playing, give me an example.”

“Okay,” you agree with a smile, because this game is fun, and you’ve forgotten how much fun it can be having not played it in years. “I’ll give you three facts. You guess which one the lie is.”

“Alright,” he says. “Hit me with them.”

He leans back on his heels, intrigued as to what you’re going to say.

“I once saw Master Windu doing an impression of Master Yoda for a group of younglings.”

He nods, a small smile creeping onto his face. He knows this one. He has heard you recounting the story to a nervous shiny who was worried about working with him and one of his squads.

“I’ve never been kissed before.”

Your next words take him by slight surprise, even though they really shouldn’t. You’re a Jedi, and Jedi don’t typically engage in that kind of thing, though privately, he thinks that that’s quite a shame, at least when it comes to you. Of course, this could also be the lie. But judging by the somewhat dejected look on your face, he has a hard time believing that it is.

“And now I’m—”

His head snaps up, hearing the tiniest waver and break in your voice, startled to find your eyes peering back at him, filled with tears.

“And now I’m going to d die here, and no one’s even ever wanted to kiss me,” you sniffle, the tears now freely falling onto your cheeks.

“Hey, no, that’s not true,” Dogma murmurs, catching one of your hands in his. “You’re not going to die here, I promise. Kix’ll have you feeling good as new in no time. Please don’t cry, mesh’la. Everything’s okay.”

Logically, he knows that it’s just an adverse reaction to the medication, the side effects tending to cause emotional instability, especially, he reminds himself, because the dose he had given you wasn’t properly tailored to your height and weight. But he still can’t help the way that his heart breaks a little at the sight of you, looking up at him with such a pitiful, lost expression.

“But, but I feel so strange, like I’m dying,” you say, tripping over your words a little. You don’t know why you keep talking. You can’t really think of why there would be a reason to continue and don’t even anticipate or think through your next words. “And, and I’ve liked you for so long, and I wanted you to kiss me, but it would be selfish for me to ask because,” you hiccup, reaching up to swipe at your eyes with a sleeve. “Because you don’t, you don’t like me like that, and I’d never, I’d never want to make you feel like you had to.”

Silence stretches so long that you dip your head and stare down at the ground, watching the path of an ant as it walks along the cracked floorboards.

Then, “I know what your lie is.”

You blink, confused. Your lie? What lie? You don’t remember a...oh yeah, the two of you were playing a game of “two truths and a lie,” and well, everything feels so fuzzy and warm, and for a minute your body felt so numb that you thought you were dying, and you forgot that you were supposed to think of a lie to tell him. Oopsies.

“Wha,” you mumble, brain foggy as it tries to follow and discern the thread of his words and the conversation.

“You said I could never like you like that,” he says, folding his arms across his chest. “That’s a lie.”

You blink, completely taken aback. Downstairs, you can hear the sounds of boots against the floor, troopers and another voice that makes you think it might be Ahsoka conversing as they make their way through the house.

“It is?” You ask, slightly startled, even as your lips pull into an unbridled and triumphant smile and you fight the urge to giggle because he likes you. He actually likes you.

“It is,” he agrees, giving you a small smile as he takes your hand and gives it a brief squeeze before letting it go as the voices draw nearer and the boots clatter up the stairs. “And when this is all over and you’re not high on pain meds, I promise I’ll prove it to you.”

You smile, nodding up at him, feeling content. You turn your head sensing a presence to find Kix standing above you, a seemingly permanent look of concern etched on his face.

“Kix,” you say with a smile, giving him a wave. “Did you know that Dogma likes me?”

“It would be impossible not to, bud,” he says with an easy smile as he drops to his knees at your side, though you swear you catch him giving Dogma a strange look.

Oh, right. You must be injured, and if you had the energy you would look down and check. You know this because Kix reserves things like calling you “bud” for when you’re hurt. So, you reason that you must be, considering that and the small wince he gives you as he looks down.

“Have you been crying?” he asks, newly concerned as he gets a good look at your face, taking your chin in his hand. “That leg must hurt a lot, huh?”

You nod and shrug, though the fact that you’ve been crying is news to you. You’ve been crying? You can’t remember why.

“Before we move you onto the stretcher, I need to remove the splinters from your leg and examine the break,” he says in that calm and matter-of-fact way of his. “I know you’re on some pretty substantial pain meds right now, but it still might hurt a lot when I touch it,” he explains, giving you a sympathetic look. “How would you feel if I were to give you something that’ll let you take a little nap while I get you fixed up?”

“Sounds great,” you agree immediately, beaming up at him with enthusiasm. “I like naps. Naps are great.”

“Dogma,” Kix turns, speaking to your companion. “Ideally, I’d want her in a fully reclined position when I administer the anesthetic. “If you take your thigh plates off, she can put her head in your lap, and it’ll be a bit more comfortable than it would be if she were on the floor.”

You don’t hear a verbal response, but you look over to see Dogma, and is it your imagination or Does he look, eager? As he nods his head.

A second later, there’s the sound of armor releasing, clattering as it’s neatly stacked to one side. Kix carefully maneuvers you, helping you shift so that you’re lying down. You can feel Dogma’s warmth, so close to your cheek through the material of his blacks as you lie your head on his legs.

One of his hands moves, gently touching your hair before he hesitates, looking as if he might pull away. You tilt your head, making a small noise of protest as you nuzzle into his hand and he gives you a small smile, hand returning to gently stroke your hair.

“This okay?” he asks softly, and you nod your head, a contented smile on your lips.

“Perfect,” you agree softly, your eyes drifting shut, coaxed by the gentle and soothing touch, and really, it is.

So perfect, in fact, that you barely register the slight pinch in your shoulder as Kix, taking advantage of the distraction, smoothly administers the anesthetic.

“Hey, mesh’la. Open your eyes for me?”

“No.” Your response comes out in a tired mumble, feeling so warm and comfortable despite the persistent pinching of something in your arm that you don’t feel inclined to listen until…wait. That was Dogma. He’s calling you “mesh’la.” And the pinching of something in your arm? What is that pinching?

Your eyes fly open, snapping your head up from where it’s resting on a pillow to find the source of the discomfort, quickly becoming dizzy at the sudden movement but not before your eyes catch on the tape that’s securing the IV line at your inner elbow. Your leg has been put in a cast, and judging by the generous coating of something sticky and cool beneath it, you have to assume that it’s bacta soaked.

Everything hits you at once—the injury, the hypo, that stupid game of “two truths and a lie,” the utterly embarrassing way you had confessed your feelings to Dogma, and…oh, Force.

“Hey.”

Dogma’s hands are on your shoulders, easing you back down, a concerned expression on his face as he contemplates you.

“Take it easy,” he continues. His hands are light, but they remain where they are, the touch warm and grounding.

“The, the baby?” you ask, the sight of his face reminding you of how you had even gotten into this mess to begin with.

“He’s fine,” he reassures you, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Commander Tano was able to pull him from the room without incident.”

You smile, relieved, but it’s fleeting, replaced with fresh shame and guilt as you avert your eyes from his, worriedly biting your lip.

“Dogma, I am so, so sorry about all that,” you say, waving your hand as if that would explain what all that means. “I didn't, I wasn't thinking straight and I just, I wanted to say that I don’t...”

You stop, words trailing off into nothing because he hasn’t pulled away. In fact, he’s lightly stroking your cheek before cupping your chin, eyes bright as he leans forward and cradles your face, his thumb gentle as it smooths over the hollow of your cheek.

“W-what are you doing?” you ask, your voice coming out breathless.

“Keeping my promise,” he says simply.

He leans down, slow, delicate, and wanting as he brushes his lips against yours. He lingers there, long enough for you to notice that his lips are slightly chapped from countless instances of anxiously being worried between his teeth beneath the shelter of his helmet. But they’re warm, tender, and despite your donning confusion, at this moment, they are just for you.

When he pulls back, your eyes are fluttering, and he smiles down at you as you try to comprehend.

“You, I, what?” You stutter, and apparently he has rendered you unable to form a complete sentence.

“Shh,” he soothes, his voice soft as his thumb brushes along the outline of your lips. “That’s the truth, mesh’la. It’s my truth.”

“You, you like me?” You ask timidly, for some reason feeling the need to verify.

“I thought we pretty obviously established that,” he says, and there’s no hiding the smirk that’s on his lips. “But just in case you need clarification, yes, I do. I like you very much, and I hope that your whole speech wasn’t just the painkillers talking, because you’ve made me hope that you might perhaps feel the same way.”

“I do,” you say quickly, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire at the reminder. “But, but I couldn’t ask. I know how important following the rules is to you, and I couldn’t.”

“And if you want me,” he says, ending your rambles with another gentle brush of his thumb against your lips. “If you’ll have me, I would bend every single one of them.”

Oh.

Well, you really don’t know what you could adequately say in response to that declaration. So instead, you settle on a single, quiet request, looking up at him with soft, pleading eyes.

“Stay?” you ask, your voice just above a soft whisper.

“Of course,” he says, features softening at your tone. “Always.”

He takes your hand, gently lifting it to press his lips to the back of your knuckles, closing his eyes as he holds it to him for a moment.

“Besides,” he says, a roguish grin appearing on his face as he sets your hand back down on the blanket, keeping your fingers lightly twined with his. “Someone has to make sure you follow the bedrest requirements and don’t sneak out of the medbay before they’re up.”

“What,” you say in a snort, unable to stop it as you look up at him. “You don’t trust the medics to be able to keep me here?” you ask, sounding skeptical.

“Oh, considering that they have to deal with Skywalker and Tano on a daily basis, I fully trust their abilities,” he says, his voice light and amused. “I just happen to think I can be a little bit more persuasive.”

He raises your hand, turning it so he can press his lips to the inside of your wrist, feeling your pulse jump and skip beneath them, causing him to smile, his eyes bright as he looks up at you.

Well, when he puts it like that, it’s easy for you to see his point.

“C-come here and kiss me again,” you murmur, and there’s no hiding the breathlessness in your voice as you look up at him.

He obliges, shifting to take your face between warm, calloused hands, his fingers brushing against your jaw, softly cradling your cheeks as he leans in. His lips meet yours in a warm, tender caress as he lets out a soft, contented noise that hums against your skin. You sigh, letting your eyes close, now fully able to bask in the feeling of him pressed against you. The way his broad shoulders completely dwarf you from view. The way his tongue just barely brushes against your parted lips, causing you to shiver in response. His warm chuckle, and the smile that lights up his eyes as he pulls away.

And well...it becomes pretty easy to see his point, because you think if he keeps kissing you like that, you might just do whatever he asks of you, just in the hopes that he’ll give you another.

Is it bribery? Sure. But he’s made the reward so sweet that you don’t have any qualms about taking it.

So, when he looks down at you and asks, his fingers idly stroking through your hair as he does, “Do you think you can get a little bit more sleep for me, cyar?” all you can do is nod.

“Keep doing that,” you mumble, the medication going through your IV already making you feel drowsy, sleep becoming a relatively easy thing to surrender to. “And I think I’ll do whatever you want.”

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