Warnings: praise kink, PiV, sex against a wall, creampie, feelings, Fives is obnoxious
Notes: f reader, pov second person, present tense
2080 words
I wrote a good portion of this while on breaks at work! It’s a pretty repetitive job so I have plenty of time to think about this kind of thing. A few parts may be awkwardly worded but I decided to just post it as it is instead of obsessing over a single sentence or two. And don’t worry, this ain’t over yet.
F! Jedi Reader/ Dogma
After an enthusiastic ‘good morning’, Dogma sneaks back into the barracks.
When Dogma wakes up, it takes him a few seconds to remember where he is and who he’s with until a soft snore grabs his attention. He turns his head to see your own resting in the hollow of his shoulder. He quickly glances at the chrono nearby, and finds that he’s awake right on time, like always. He looks back over at you and you’re totally asleep. He watches you breathe for a little while with a soft expression on his face, and he still can’t quite believe how things played out last night. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s physically touching you, he’d think he was dreaming (again). You mumble something in your sleep and roll over, freeing him and allowing him to carefully sit back up.
Not wanting to wake you, Dogma slips out of your warm bed as silently as he can. Once he’s back in his undersuit, he realizes that the clicking and snaps of his armor is going to be loud. Holding his breath, he puts one of his gauntlets into place, flinching at the sound and watching you for any kind of reaction, but you don’t even twitch. Breathing a tentative sigh of relief, he straps on the rest of his kit as quickly as possible. Entirely redressed, he looks around the room to see if he’d left anything behind, aside from the stains on your sheets, but doesn’t notice anything.
He skirts around the awkward placing of your desk and is about to unlock the door when he hears movement from behind him. When he turns around, he finds you, still naked, fully conscious, and less than a few feet away from him. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you have an eyebrow raised.
“Thought you could sneak out, huh?” you say quietly, smirking as you watch him.
“Ah, Commander! No, I wasn’t-,” he says, looking panicked, and almost forgetting to keep his voice down. You chuckle, unfold your arms, and cup his face.
“I know honey, I’m just teasing you,” you say, and he noticeably relaxes into your palm. “It’s probably a good thing that you’re getting out of here this early, it’ll be suspicious if you’re late,” you continue, pulling your hand back with a soft sigh.
“Did… did you want me to stay longer?” he asks, sounding conflicted.
“I do,” you think. You’re confused by the look on his face, then realize you said that out loud. Meanwhile, Dogma holds back the excited sound threatening to break free of him, and he unabashedly grins at you. “Maker”, you think. “I love it when he smiles like that.” You’re momentarily distracted by the way he’s looking almost reverently into your eyes, but you shake yourself, returning to your senses before you keep talking.
“But,” you say with a little sigh, “we both know that’s just not really possible right now.” You squeeze around him once to unlock the door, and again while getting out of view of the hallway as the door slides open. To your surprise, Dogma quietly says your name and pushes the door closed again.
“Please, wait,” he says, his eyes meeting yours.
“What is it, is something wrong?” you ask, concerned.
“No, no, I um… just wanted to say thank you again, you really didn’t have to do any of that,” he says, shyly looking away from you.
“Oh stop that,” you say softly. “I wanted to.” You don’t miss the way his face lights up even further at your words.
“Now,” you continue, sounding thoughtful; “I don’t know when we'll be able to do this again-,” you say, and he interrupts you.
“Wait, again?” he says in disbelief. You chuckle at him while stepping closer, then link your hands behind his neck, feeling him relax a little more.
“Yes, Dogma,” you whisper before giving him a chaste peck on the lips. “I want to see you again.”
“Seriously?” he asks, gobsmacked.
“Well, I enjoyed this, didn’t you?” you ask, and Dogma nods enthusiastically. You once again think about how cute he is, then step back, sliding your hands to his shoulders. He rests his hands on your hips, then presses his forehead into yours. The two of you quietly stay like that for a little while, and once you speak again, your tone is firm.
“Now, I know I don’t have to remind you how important it is that nobody else knows about this, but it must be kept quiet, understand?” you say, stepping back and taking your hands off of him. He does the same and nods solemnly at you.
“Good boy,” you say without thinking. In the same breath, you crack the door open just enough for you to peek out into the hallway, and you don’t hear his soft groan. You glance up and down the corridor, see nobody, then try to Sense anyone, but come up empty there too.
“Okay, you’re clear to go now,” you say, turning back toward him. You let out a soft squeak of surprise when he suddenly pulls you as close as possible.
He presses his body against yours, and you find yourself wishing he was naked again. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s thinking that too. Then, he takes you by the shoulders and turns you around, pushing your back against the wall and smacking the door closed at the same time. The door has barely slid shut before he’s feverishly, desperately kissing you. You reciprocate with just as much energy, wet already and automatically opening your legs for him while quickly unclipping his codpiece. He groans into your mouth when you free his cock from the confines of his under armor.
He gives you a look, and you hop up. He supports you by grabbing the globes of your ass while you wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Before going any further, he looks at you for confirmation, and once you nod, he thrusts into you. He begins to piston upward into you, and the only thing muffling your loud moans and cries is his tongue dancing with yours.
This continues for a good minute or two, then Dogma shifts his stance, changing the angle from which he’s fucking you and you break away from his mouth with a long moan. He obviously notices this, and when he pounds into you even harder, you moan again, louder this time. In the back of your mind, you know that you’ll be bruised by his armor after this, but you’re enjoying yourself too much to give a damn.
It doesn’t take long for that familiar tightening sensation to creep up on you. You clash your mouth against his and you can tell he’s close too. His hips stutter, and he quickly looks between your face and your pussy, asking permission again. You shoot him a cock-dumb smile before leaning closer to his head.
“Be a good boy and fill me up again, Dogma,” you say, your voice husky in his ear.
“F-fuck! Yes, yes ma’am,” he pants, thrusting up into you faster and deeper.
His hips stutter again, and just before his muscles lock, he moves a hand down where your bodies meet and presses his thumb against your aching clit. Your orgasm crashes over you, and you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. At the same time, your cunt milks his twitching cock dry as he pumps you full of cum. The feeling of near-simultaneous climax is like nothing you’ve experienced with anyone before, and it’s addictive.
Feeling slightly dizzy from the intensity of your orgasm, you cling to Dogma and he does the same; you notice it's like he never wants to let go. Gasping and panting, he presses his forehead into yours and you feel like you never want to let him go either, a thought that should alarm you, but doesn’t.
Once the two of you are breathing relatively normally, he pulls out and lowers you to your feet. You stand on wobbly legs, straddling his thigh for support as he clips his codpiece back into place. After he’s covered back up, he reluctantly steps back from you, then moves toward the door.
Before he leaves, you grab Dogma’s hand and yank him back to you for a final, soulful kiss. He breaks away first, looks like he wants to say something, but changes his mind, then steps through the door and into the hallway. Just before it slides shut again, he looks back over his shoulder at you. You sense a wave of that same strong emotion crash over you as he does. When your eyes meet, for just a brief second, you feel your entire body tingle.
Then the door shuts. You listen to his footsteps until the sound fades away, then sigh before returning to bed. You wouldn’t be needed for another hour or two anyway. You slip back under the covers, taking a deep breath before closing your eyes. It’s at this moment that you realize your entire bed smells like him. Instead of a flutter in your chest, this time you get a bizarre swooping sensation in your belly, as if you missed a step when going downstairs. You know exactly what this feeling is, and what it means. You can very clearly picture your master looking at you with a smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his face, and you only have one thought: Oh. Oh no.
Dogma walks back to the barracks as quickly but calmly as he can, and when he slips through the door and into the darkened room, it looks like everyone else is either completely asleep or only halfway awake; nobody seems to notice him coming in. Just as he breathes a sigh of relief, someone clicks the lights on.
“Well, look what the tooka dragged in,” says a voice near the light switch. Dogma groans, annoyed already, even though he should have expected this from Fives. He ignores the snickering of his brothers and turns around to face the ARC Trooper.
Fives approaches and throws an arm around him, clapping a hand against his upper arm while trying not to laugh.
“You know, when Jesse and Hardcase told us where they found you last night, none of us believed ‘em. You’d never break such an important rule,” Fives says, smirking. Dogma rolls his eyes and shakes him off.
“So…?” Jesse says, leaning against the wall nearby and watching him
“So what?” Dogma says, trying to hold his temper.
“So how did it go!” Hardcase says as he gets out of bed.
“What was she like? What do you think of her?” Fives asks, still smirking.
“That is none of your damn business,” Dogma spits, his words clipped and his patience quickly evaporating.
“So you’re not denying it then?” Jesse says, walking closer. “We didn’t think you had it in ya,” he says, putting an arm around him the same way Fives had. Dogma scowls as Fives exaggeratedly wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye.
“Ah, our vod’ika, finally a man,” he says, making nearly everyone else laugh. Tup just shakes his head and ignores the entire scene, mumbling something about not getting what the big deal is under his breath.
Dogma is on the verge of telling them all off, but is beaten to it.
“We’ve got formation in five minutes, you all better be ready,” Rex says as he enters the room, which shuts everyone up. As they scramble to get dressed, Rex walks up to Dogma and simply looks him up and down.
“I see you had a good night,” Rex says, the ghost of a smirk crossing his face.
“Dank ferrik, is it really that obvious?” Dogma says, exasperated, as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“It is, and for two reasons; one, you’ve never been out of your bunk all night before,” Rex says, and can’t help but laugh a little before continuing. “And two, your kit is against code.”
Dogma looks at his Captain, confused. Rex smirks visibly this time, and stares at the obvious spot of your combined fluids drying on Dogmas upper thigh. Dogma glances down, then whips his head back at Rex, mortified.
“Go get cleaned up,” Rex says, clapping Dogma's shoulder a few times. “Took you long enough,” he says, chuckling at him as he walks away.
How often are lawmakers trading stocks of companies with a vested interest in the very legislation they over see? Pretty often, a new Washington Post analysis of OpenSecrets.org data and other records finds. Almost one in eight trades made by Congress between 2007 and 2010 intersected with legislation that could impact that company.
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One-hundred-thirty members of Congress or their families have traded stocks collectively worth hundreds of millions of dollars in companies lobbying on bills that came before their committees, a practice that is permitted under current ethics rules, a Washington Post analysis has found.
The lawmakers bought and sold a total of between $85 million and $218 million in 323 companies registered to lobby on legislation that appeared before them, according to an examination of all 45,000 individual congressional stock transactions contained in computerized financial disclosure data from 2007 to 2010.
