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The Truth About Trumponomics

Trump and Republicans want to wreck your bank account. Here are 5 things you need to know about Trumponomics.

1.Trump wants tax cuts for the rich, at your expense.

Trump’s tax cuts for the rich and big corporations added about $1.7 trillion to the national debt, with few benefits trickling down to the middle class — in fact, it raised taxes for more than 10 million American families.

Now Trump and Republicans want to make the tax cuts for the rich permanent, blowing up the debt even further. And then they’ll use that debt to justify this:

2. Trump would cut Social Security and Medicare — programs you’ve been paying into!

In every year of his presidency, Trump submitted a budget that tried to cut Social Security and Medicare. And he knows that’s the only way he can even begin to pay for extending his tax cuts for the rich.

3. Trump and his allies are pro-junk fee.

When the Biden administration issued a rule capping credit card late fees at $8, Sen. Tim Scott, a Trump surrogate, tried to overturn it in the Senate. And then a Trump-appointed judge issued a temporary injunction that blocked the rule from taking effect. Eliminating that rule would cost American families an estimated $10 billion a year.

And when the Biden administration required airlines to issue automatic refunds for canceled flights, Trump’s allies in Congress fought to block that too.

When Trump was in office, his administration fought against efforts to rein in airline junk fees.

Corporations nickel and diming us like this makes inflation worse. If Trump gets back in the White House, buckle up for more junk fees.

4. Trump would send health care costs soaring.

Republicans have committed to repealing the Inflation Reduction Act, which would strip Medicare of the ability to negotiate drug prices, and let Big Pharma send the price of insulin and other life-saving medicines back through the roof.

And Trump is still fixated on repealing Obamacare, with no plan to replace it.

TRUMP: Obamacare is a disaster. We’re gonna do something about it.

That would strip coverage from tens of millions of Americans, drive up premiums, and let insurers charge more or deny coverage to people with preexisting conditions.

5, If you’ve got student debt, you’re out of luck with Trump.

In contrast to President Biden, who’s canceled more than $160 billion of student debt so far, Trump is against student debt relief. In his first term, he tried to eliminate the popular Public Service Loan Forgiveness program for people like teachers and nurses, and he’s called the idea of debt relief “unfair.”

What’s unfair, is how student debt hurts not just the roughly 40 million Americans burdened by it, but the entire economy, since Americans with debt have less money to spend, are less likely to start a business, less likely to buy a home, and more likely to rely on government assistance.

The MAGA agenda would make nearly every aspect of your life more expensive, while making the richest Americans even richer.

Teddy Roosevelt’s economic plan was called the Square Deal. Franklin Roosevelt’s was the New Deal.

What Trump is offering is simply a Raw Deal.

[detectivestucks]

Friday Night Fights

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Work is getting stressful and during your weekly hang with Kakashi he finally unleashes all of that stress on your body.

Warnings: NSFW, Hard Dom Kakashi, Degrading, BDSM, Body Piercings, Squirting, Oral, Unprotected Penetration

Word Count: 5.7k

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Running the metal ball along the roof of your mouth, you play with your tongue piercing while you think. You’re reading over the files your team gave to you for revision. It’s near the end of the fiscal year and you are desperately trying to concentrate. Now that you were a team lead, you had more responsibility than you wanted. You really only took the promotion for the pay. Looking over at the stacks of paper in each corner of your desk, you remember how fun it was last year when you were a normal agent. Responsible for nothing and just having fun working with your two friends.

Three years ago you started at your current job. During your training class you made fast friends with Rin and Kakashi. The three of you spent all of your breaks and meals together. After the second day, you exchanged numbers and made a group chat specifically for your inside jokes about management. Then by the end of your first week your trio started a weekly ritual of hanging out every Friday for what you dubbed ‘Friday Night Fights.’

Each week you rotated who’s house you went too. The host being responsible for the evening’s food. The other two, responsible for the entertainment. Usually it was a movie or some kind of game. One of your favorite nights was when the three of you played twister. Rin had to reach her right foot to red and ended up sweeping your leg causing you to fall on top of her and accidentally hitting Kakashi’s face on your descent. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more angry than when he thought his handsome face might’ve been blemished by your loss.

“Relax pretty boy. Women like scars”

Eventually though, life caught up with you. Kakashi switched departments and you got a promotion within your current one. Rin found a job in her field and you saw her less. Now she only comes to Friday Night Fights once a month, if that. Most of the time it was just you and Kakashi. The games became less frequent and Netflix began to take its place. The vibe shifted from wholesome fun to a flirty standoff between the two of you. Unsure if you want to cross the line from friends to more, even though you were definitely slipping down that slope already.

The last few weeks Friday Night Fights was essential for both you and Kakashi cause work was such a pain. The end of the fiscal year was upon you and there was a lot of pressure to close every project your team had been working on. The final profit report was due and your budget for the next year had to be submitted and reviewed.

Kakashi’s department was just as bad. It didn’t help that he was always going toe to toe with his boss cause she never did the projects correctly and always relied on him to fix it for her. She refused to listen to his advice ahead of time and only seemed to need his opinion a week before anything was due. The helplessness drove him mad.

“She literally dropped the same stack of reports on my desk that I told her last week needed to be itemized! Now I have to sort through two hundred accounts and pull up the breakdown of the services rendered by next Thursday!”

“Why don’t you come back to my department?”

“Cause I don’t wanna lose the pay. It’s not like they’ll give me a team lead role after a year of being in another department.”

“True. Maybe you should just take Val’s job.”

“Seriously. She makes me wanna choke someone out. How did someone so irresponsible become a senior manager anyways? It pisses me off.”

“Nepotism probably. Or maybe she slept her way to the top.”

“Har har. Wish I could sleep my way to the top.”

“Have you seen yourself? You definitely could.”

Kakashi shoots you a look. “Val’s manager is a guy.”

“And you could turn ‘im.”

Kakashi playfully smacks your ass while you finish cooking in the kitchen. You were craving strip steak so you splurged a little this week.

“What’s the occasion anyways?”

“The occasion is called self care. Work sucks this month and we still have a week to go. I wanna treat myself. Just count yourself lucky that I included you.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have shared.”

“I don’t know, I’m a pretty selfish person.”

“Oh please, you're literally the nicest person at the company. You can’t say no to anyone.”

“Hey! I can say no.”

“Psh, yeah right. You’re a textbook people pleaser. That’s why you’re so stressed.”

“Maybe I’m stressed cause my best friend is making wild accusations.”

“Wild?! Hello Y/N, meet delusion.”

“Fuck off!”

Kakashi slaps your ass again before pushing himself off the counter to go look for plates.

“Can you grab the fancy napkins out of the towel drawer?”

“You wanna use cloth napkins?” he says in an almost mocking tone

“Yes. It’s been a shitty week. I wanna be fancy. Sue me.”

Kakashi nearly rolls his eyes as he grabs the restaurant quality napkins from the drawer. You wanted to be fancy yet he knew for a fact you wouldn’t be eating at the table. You plate the meal and grab your ‘fancy’ glass of boxed wine before heading to the living room.

The two of you sit on the couch and eat the potatoes and steak while Kakashi turns on “10 Things I Hate About You.” He always was a sucker for chick flicks which was one of your favorite parts of his personality. You find yourself leaning against him after your plates have been discarded to the coffee table, cleaned of their contents, napkins on top.

Near the end of the movie Kakashi gets a text. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and the title of the sender says ‘Val my Boss’ ‘Bitch’

Come in two hours early on Monday to get started on those invoices

Kakashi closes his phone without responding and throws it down on the couch.

“Everything okay?”

“It wants me there two hours early on Monday”

“That sucks! She’s the worst.”

“Fuckin sick of her”

“On the bright side, you get overtime pay.”

Kakashi scowls at you. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

You nuzzle into him some more. “I was just trying to cheer you up. You don’t have to be annoying about it.”

Something in Kakashi snaps. He turns to grab you. Fingers closing around your throat, “Don’t call me annoying. Didn’t anyone teach you that name calling was rude.”

In your surprise, you felt a jolt of excitement between your legs. You let out a little whimper and the sound was so gratifying that Kakashi lifted his fingers lightly just to regrip your neck and squeeze harder. He shifts his weight so he is fully facing you, leaning inches from your face.

“Maybe I need to teach you some manners.”

You silently nod as you look at him, eyes getting lost in his, excitement coursing through your body. He pulls you forward by your neck and kisses you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moan. Your hands fly up to his hair, lightly pulling at the soft tresses. Kakashi mounts you, straddling you so you can’t run from him, not that you would. One hand on your throat, the other behind your head, pushing your face against his.

The heat between you had been building for the better part of a year. You had been imagining this moment for a while but never did you picture him choking you. It must’ve been your lucky day cause the choking was leaps and bounds hotter than any scenario you had imagined.

You push your tongue past his lips and rub your piercing along his inner gum line. Kakashi groans into your mouth, gently nibbling on the muscle between his teeth. You playfully flick the ball of your piercing along the roof of his mouth. He squeezes your neck harder and leans back.

“Shit Y/N, that’s fucking hot.”

He goes back to sucking on your bottom lip while you nibble on his upper one, each getting toothy with the other, slowly starting to pull on each other’s hair more with each passing second.

Suddenly it occurs to you that you might be ruining your friendship and things could be weird after this. You don’t wanna lose your best friend.

“Wait Kash, should we be doing this?”

Kakashi leans back, taking his hands off of you. For a millisecond you regret your words. You want this. You want him. Why the fuck did you stop it? But then you see him reach for his belt buckle and you exhale. You see him undo the clasp, pulling it out from the loops of his jeans.

“I’m so sick and tired of women telling me what to do.”

He wraps the belt around your wrists and tugs at the excess length, lifting your hands up and behind your head, elbows bent at the ears, his arm behind your back as his other hand comes up to your jaw. In a menacing tone he smoothly leans in to give you a piece of his mind.

“How about for once, one of you shuts up, and do what I tell you to do for a change?”

The question nearly knocks the wind out of you. You can feel your underwear soak. The sternness in his voice made you instinctually slip out the words,

“Yes sir”

You part your lips and he's back at them, playing with your piercing before you push it back into his mouth to keep running the metallic ball along his interior. You really were a textbook people pleaser.

The hungry moan from his mouth falls into yours. You want nothing more than for him to spend hours here in this very position but it’s not up to you. It’s up to him to decide how long you are to receive his lips. Which to your disappointment, is not very long.

He gets up off of you and yanks on the end of the belt so that you are forced to lie down on the couch. He slips his hand out from under your back but your body weight on the end of the tether keeps your hands in position. He’s on top of you once more and you can feel his erection through his pants. Your eyes shift down to gaze at the bulge when he distracts you.

Kakashi reaches for the hem of your tight tank and pulls it over your head so that your face is trapped under the fabric. He pulls up your sports bra allowing your chest to fall out of the support. You hear his growl as his eyes fall on your tits. To his excitement you’ve been keeping a naughty secret from him. Each peak lay trapped between two black cones. You had pierced your nipples as well as your tongue.

“Oh I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Oh gods I hope so…

Kakashi dragged his tongue tantalizingly slow over each bud. They were more erect than usual from the hauntingly beautiful man kneeling over you. He lapped at your right nipple, letting his lower lip catch on the jewelry earning a gasp from you.

“F-fuck Kashi.”

Grabbing your breasts with both hands, Kakashi went back and forth sucking on each peak, tugging on your piercing, then blowing cold air on the wet tip before switching over to the other. Your back arched up towards him involuntarily. You wished you could have watched him play with you but instead you were trapped in your own shirt waiting for Kakashi to let you see.

When Kakashi started biting down on your nipples you moaned loudly at the pain. He was enjoying your piercings too much. They already made you more sensitive on a daily basis and now he was out to torture you for his own fun. You started to squirm under him and he slapped down on your tit.

“Ah”

“Be still”

He barked, but he didn’t actually want you to be still. He just wanted to see your internal struggle. He wanted to wreak havoc over your body the way his bitch of a boss was wreaking havoc over his life. For once he was in control and he loved it.

You rubbed your legs together, the arousal you felt was too much. You craved relief.

“Kashi” you whine

“Fine slut, here.” he switched your legs so instead of being under him they were wrapped around his waist.

“Grind on me and make yourself cum.”

You obey, glad to get some alleviation from the flood of need consuming you as his muscle continues to glide over your peaks, tugging and rubbing on the black hardwear. The sensation in your nipples tingling down to the nerves between your legs, rubbing heavily on Kakashi’s lap. You push into his clothed erection, creating heat from the friction. You feel the desire building as you get reprieve where you need it. Little gasps and moans generate under the shirt, as your core works to roll your hips up and down on him.

“Mmmm, keep going little slut. Show me how much you want to get fucked.”

He tugs particularly hard on your nipple as you try to reply

“Gahhh! Yes sir.”

He wished he could see how your face scrunched up as he played with his new favorite toys but there was just something so sexy about you being trapped in your shirt. It made him want to take advantage of you. Like you were some pathetic weakling, waiting for him to destroy you.

You grind more desperately, feeling close to a release. Kakashi begins to mark your chest while his fingers pinch and play with your nipples. He was driving you insane. Your mind clouding as your hips frenzied up and down along the bulge in his pants. Breath becoming labored as you frantically chased your orgasm.

Kakashi released his lips from your skin, satisfied with his artwork but fingers still playing with your tips.

“That’s it. I know you’re close. Show me how much you want me to stuff you.”

“Yes! Yes sir, yes!”

Kakashi was so tempted to grab your hips and finish the job but he held himself back. There was plenty of time left to manipulate you. This was you earning it. To keep his hands busy he brought one back up to your neck, bearing down on your windpipe while the other found the belt, giving it another tug to keep your hands under your shoulder blades.

You slowed your strokes making them big and heavy, tugging your lips through your pants and soon he could feel you shiver against him.

“Did the little slut make herself cum?”

“Mhm” you whine under your shirt.

“Good job” he praises with another swat to your chest.

Kakashi begins to rip down your pants, spitting on your pussy before giving it a wack of his palm. He then pulls the neck of your shirt above your face so that it is still binding your arms together but now you can at least see.

He stands up and begins to shed his clothes. You watch, mesmerized by his towering figure. His work at the gym was yielding mouth watering results and you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking. You wanted to lick between each muscle and leave bruises all along his abdominals the way he marked your tits.

“Lets put this mouth to better use, hmm?”

You nod, looking up through your lashes at him.

“On your knees, whore. Now!”

You slide off the couch to stand up on your knees before him. He pushes your head down to his balls for you to collect them in your mouth. You stick your pierced tongue out to pull them into where they belong while Kakashi strokes his freed boner violently.

You fit both orbs in between your lips and suck, running your pink muscle all over them, massaging them with the stainless steel ball resting at the center of your tongue.

“That’s right. You’re nothing more than a good mouth for sucking on my nuts.”

You hum in agreement and feel Kakashi’s balls tighten as you do. “Fuck, just a perfect little slut. Yes you are.”

You loved his praise. Your eyes closed as you savored the taste of him. He ripped his balls out of your mouth and replaced it with his pink tip. You looked him in the eyes while you worshiped it. Giving light kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. That’s when you noticed. He had been keeping a kinky secret from you too. Your lips run over a dydoe piercing on the top rim of his mushroom head. Your eyes widen.

“You like?”

You nod your head keeping him inside your mouth. You suck and begin prodding at his slit with the tip of your pointed tongue before rubbing it with the ball in your mouth. Kakashi shivers from the feeling.

You start to take more of him in your mouth, keeping your tongue out so that the round stainless steel end massages his shaft as you bob up and down on him. You can feel the small silver studs adorning his rim rubbing the back of your throat and you can’t wait to know how they feel inside your empty cunt. But you don’t get to enjoy these musings for too long. Kakashi places both hands on the back of your head and starts ramming himself down your throat. You choke and he holds you there. Keeping you down on him. The drool in your mouth starts spilling past your lips.

“That’s a good girl. Keep my dick in your throat.”

Your face was turning bright red as you waited to breathe. Finally he pulled you back. You gasp and pant, swallowing what oxygen you could before he was shoving himself back in.

“Eyes open, I want you looking at me.”

You obey as he bullies your throat. His hands in your hair tilting your face up so he can gaze down on you. Drinking in the feeling of power, having you down on your knees before him.

“You gonna be a good little slut and service my cock, right?”

You try to say yes but it comes out muffled. “Huh? What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”

You try again but he deliberately starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Speak up if you have something to say.”

You try to say yes again but now he is freely fucking your face, ramming himself down your windpipe, while he pushes your head towards him. Hissing from the feeling of your tongue ring at the base of his shaft. He had never thought about how that stupid little steel bar in your mouth could be so useful to him. Now he may never stop thinking about it.

“Good girl.” he coos, “Don’t forget to look up.”

You try but then he pushes himself extra far and your eyes snap shut as your core tightens. You think you’ve had about all you can take when he finally pulls you off of him and spins you around so your face lays on the couch with your feet planted on the ground, displaying your holes to Kakashi’s leering eyes.

He immediately goes to swat at your lips dripping with arousal. The sound of impact is loud as you cry out.

“This cute little pussy is for me, ey?”

“Yes!” you cry.

You want him in you so bad. You need to feel him fill your hole the way he filled your mouth. You are eager to feel just how good his piercing rubs your walls. You wiggle your behind, asking for him to enter.

“You think you deserve a reward for taking my cock in your mouth so good?”

“Please sir”

He brings the palm of his hand down hard on your rear. “You don’t get rewarded for doing the bare minimum.”

Your skin stings from the blow but then it’s washed away from his tip prodding at your entrance. He teasingly enters only half way, stroking you lightly before pulling out and striking you with immense force again. As you cry he reenters you, deeper than before. Stroking in and out hearing your moans before he pulls out again and strikes with even more force. You feel like your skin is burning when he plunges in all the way. He thrusts in and out quickly making you sing before he rips out of your tightening hole to strike you several times. He repeats the brutal process, taunting you.

“You think you’re special just cause you can take a dick? Ha! You’re just a little whore.”

You reply with cries and screams, noises falling out of you from the beating.

“You think you’re special cause I chose to shove my dick in you? Think again slut. You’re just a toy for my pleasure.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your knees grew weak from the game. It felt too good but he was edging you. Giving you pleasure but pulling out and hitting you before you could get off.

He unwraps your wrists and finishes taking off your shirt and bra. He throws them across the room and loops the belt around your neck, tugging on the end like a leash. Your fingers desperately reach up to the leather.

He holds onto the belt while shoving himself into you, taking you from behind like the little sex doll that you are. He rails through you pushing your organs aside while tugging hard on the belt, letting it constrict around your throat as your back bows. Nothing but grunts make it past your lips as the backs of your thighs collide with his hips. With his free hand he keeps hitting your plush behind, watching the ripples wash over your skin.

Your hands find their way to the couch cushions for support but he doesn’t like that. No, you’re not helpless enough like that.

“Spread your cheeks”

“Yes sir” you whisper

You reach behind you and spread your fingers before sinking them into the flesh of your behind, tugging outward so Kakashi could get a full view of your puckered rear and his wide girth gliding in and out of your labia. He groaned at the sight of your beautiful submission. Reveling in the feeling of how much tighter he had to hold the leash now that more of your weight was resting on your neck.

You choke as he wraps the belt around his knuckles. A reminder that you are no longer in control. At work you were in charge of so many daily operations but at this moment you were at Kakashi’s mercy. You were relieved of any choices. Your current master made them for you. Even the choice to breathe had been stripped away and that thought made juices squelch around his member invading your silken cavern.

Kakashi thrusts into you, abusing you, taking out all his pent up frustration on your body. He sees your starting to go limp and lets up on your tether, opting to grab you at your elbows instead. The improved grasp on your body allows him to slam in more forcefully and hit you even deeper than he did before.

Now that the tension had fallen from your neck you were able to properly breathe again. You begin screaming from the new depths of Kakashi’s dick in your slit. Feeling how his ring was massaging you in his assault, dragging along your walls as they squeezed around him.

As much as he savored the sounds of your surrender, he couldn’t have your neighbors checking in on you so he grabbed one of the napkins from the coffee table and stuffed it in your mouth, gagging you so as to muffle your cries. You couldn’t help how noisy you were. The stimulation was just overwhelming.

Thinking it couldn’t get more intense, he shoves you forward so your knees fall onto the couch. He grabs your hair and pushed your face onto the back of it, while reaching around your waist to begin rubbing your swollen bud. He begins stroking again and you feel yourself unravel. Your hands go to grip the couch again when he yanks on your hair to bring your ear close to his mouth.

“Did I say you could let go of your ass?”

You shake your head and bring your hands back behind you. He shoves your head back down and says,

“Grab your elbows. This ass needs some punishment.”

You whine, knowing your bright red skin can’t handle any more spanking but that isn’t your decision to make. You fold your arms behind your back and hold onto your elbows, bent over the back of the couch, your erect nipples grazing the upholstery. He lifts a foot onto the couch, posed as Captain Morgan so as to keep himself inserted as he brings his hand down on your cheek. He feels how you clench up in pain, straining around his girth. It eggs him on as he continues spanking your backside. You flinch and cry but he knows you like it. He feels how you drip. Slick coating your inner thighs.

“Only a whore would enjoy this so much. Tell me, are you a whore?”

You scream into the napkin as he brings his hand down again.

“Answer me!”

You try to scream ‘yes’ but the fabric has you silenced. He snatches it out from between your teeth as he strikes you again.

“Yes!! Yes I love it sir!”

He shoves the napkin back in, satisfied with your answer.

“Fuckin knew it, filthy slut”

With a final slap he pulls your hips back so you’re lined up along the edge of the couch. He stands behind you, one hand digging into your hip, the other still tangled in your hair, burying your face into the back cushion of the couch.

He drags in and out of you slowly, taunting you. Each time coming out to the tip so your ridge feels the metallic studs tug at it. Then he buries himself up to the hilt, pushing in just a little more when he’s flush against your rear. Satisfied moans come from your chest.

He drops the hand on your hip and brings it back to your clit, rubbing circles around it. You squeeze around him and flinch. He leans down,

“Do you like when I rub there?”

“Mhm” is all you can say before he releases your hair to take hold of your hips. He starts driving in. Both hands now placed on the flesh of your waist, pulling you back into him harshly with each thrust. He gains speed, the momentum causing his balls to crash into your clit, replacing the work his fingers were doing. Your face melts into a pleasured expression as you feel that coil of tension, that had been building since his earlier edging, on the verge of snapping.

His brutal pace left his sack crashing into your clit relentlessly. Your face bounces against the cushions until you finally release. You spray as you shake, graffitiing the couch with your fluids, the tingling warmth of the orgasm radiating from your cunt.

Kakashi pile drives into you, not letting you rest, allowing his balls to continue slapping into your swollen, wet clit as you spray, making your jerk violently. He grabs your hips tighter, keeping control of your body so he can continue to pound into you. You scream and writhe, trying to escape his grasp, almost letting go of your elbows to push him off.

Your sensitivity was all consuming and he didn’t care at all. You were a toy, a fleshlight, poised to service him. He was going to take advantage of how tightly your walls were bearing down on him, even if it was uncomfortable for you.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Kakashi sank himself into you. He pushed you forward on the couch more, making room for him to kneel behind you. He brought up one knee and lifted your leg to rest on top of it, spreading you when you were already too tender to take any more. The new angle deepened his access, allowing him to push your diaphragm out of the way as he chases his pleasure.

You were brilliant. Your sweaty slick covered body contorted to his every whim. The look of your fucked out face turning around to plead with him for mercy where none would be granted. How the napkin was wet around your lips from the drool collecting in your mouth. The bright red on your ass cheeks from taking a beating by his hand and the perky peaks of your tits, rubbing along the couch’s fabric. The cones of your piercings, threatening to snag, tempting his hands to toy with them again.

One hand planted on your hip, controlling the pace, while the other reached up and began groping your chest. He was obsessed with your nipples. The piercings were too enticing. As much as he loved the current position, he needed to see your tits.

He withdrew from inside of you with a loud squelch and pulled you down to the floor, your bare back making contact with the area rug below. You brought your knees up near your arm pits, holding them spread as Kakashi sunk his tip past your folds, stroking in and out of you passionately while his hand roamed the surface of your chest, playing with the bars piercing your buds. You make doe eyes at him as he does, making him smirk with pride. Maybe this is his new Friday night ritual with you. You spread your legs while he plays with your tits.

He bends his head to give them both a harsh suck before he adjusts your legs to go over his shoulders. You hands wrap around his neck as he starts to slam into your corridor. You scrunch up from the intensity. Your head burying into Kakashi’s neck before a particularly cruel snap of his hips had you flinging your head back, nails sinking into the skin at the base of his head, your back arching off the carpet before he leaned forward, bending you in two. He was close to finishing, pounding feverishly into you. The last of his stress melting away as he wrecks your pussy, shredding the inside, rubbing it raw, filling it with his precum. His anger turns to pleasure. Teetering once more on the brink of orgasm. He leans in even more and you fall over the edge, gushing around him, cum dripping from your folds and down your ass crack. Your mewls are muzzled by the napkin still stuffed in your mouth as mascara runs down your sweaty tear soaked cheeks. You are the picture of wrecked and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Just as he’s about to burst he rips the napkin out of your mouth and grabs a fist full of your hair to drag your face to his cock so he can shoot his heavy load down your throat. You stick out your tongue and hollow your cheeks to pull as much cum from his shaft as you can, feeling it rhythmically spring to the back of your throat. His salty taste filling your mouth.

When he’s done, you hold the suction and bob your head some more. He flinches but you grab his waist, getting revenge for his earlier brutality after you squirted. He fists your hair and pulls back forcefully.

“Nice try slut.”

You smile up at him, feeling fully fucked out. Smiling back down at you, he kisses your face. He pulls you up but only to push you back down on the couch so he can lay on top of you and sloppily make out while he plays with your nipple piercings some more. You sleepily wrap your arms around him, drained from his pounding. 

“I’m spending the night.”

“Yes sir.” you whisper in your ear.

“Don’t get me riled up again. I don’t think you can take a second round.” he murmurs into your ear before kissing your temple. You ignore him and wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him with your bare sex.

Stopping you before he gets carried away, he stands up and throws your body over his shoulder like a nap sack. He hoists you up to your bathroom to shower. 

After turning on the water he fingers you under the spray, pinning you against the wall and toying with his new obsession. Your already very weak knees are unable to hold your weight as they quake in pleasure. His digits bury themselves inside you, scoping out the damage done by his length minutes prior, feeling how he tore and scratched you. 

After making you cum a third time, fourth time total, he washes himself off. Then scrubs down your weakened form, being extra gentle around the rug burn on your back as well as your very bruised and beaten bottom.

Turning off the water and drying you both, he pulls your exhausted body to your bedroom, grabbing panties and a fresh tank top from the top drawer of your dresser. You slowly and sleepily put them on as he goes to get his briefs from the living room. When he returns he sees you try to put on pajama pants.

“Absolutely not.”

You stop in your tracks as he strides over to swat at your hand. He kicks the bottoms aside for the crime of trying to hide your beautiful body and takes posession over your mouth. Kissing you as he guides you backwards onto the bed. You climb in together and pull the covers up over your bodies while you wrap your leg over his hips. You sleepily grind on him with your eyes closed, sucking on his face, feeling wiped out from how he ravaged you.

He tickles your ear as he whispers, “You realize you’re not allowed to wear bras anymore.”

“I’m not?” you dreamily ask between kisses

“No” he replies with a pinch to your nipples through your shirt. “I need to see these at all times.”

“I can do that”

“Good slut”

You laugh into his mouth, continuing to kiss him. Excited for next Friday.

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[banzaitaka]

Is it you, or your lover?

An arrangement of questions focusing on your relationship, asking which one of you has the particular habit.

Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Doppo Kunikida, Jun‘ichiro Tanizaki, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Yukichi Fukuzawa

No pronouns, gendered terms or description of body used for reader.

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Atsushi Nakajima

Who is the cuddliest? -> You are. Atsushi is not used to physical affection, and is hesitant to initiate it. When ARE you supposed to initiate? How do you know the other person is fine with it? It‘s a mystery to him. You bet he will get flustered when you snuggle up to him, soon melting into your touch. He loves it, so please don‘t stop.

Who makes the bed? -> He does. After living on the street for weeks, he really appreciates everything he has. From the roof over his head, to the clean socks on his feet. So naturally he takes good care of them, which includes making the bed every morning.

Who wakes up first? -> He does. Even if you‘re an early riser or need to be somewhere early in the morning, Atsushi tends to be awake before you. You often wake up to the smell of food, and the sight of your boyfriend in an apron, wishing you a good morning with a tired, yet sweet, smile.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> He does. Atsushi doesn‘t typically listen to music much, but when he does he picks some random songs he discovered through the radio. It‘s a mix of the newest hits and the oldest songs known to man, simply because those are the only ones he knows.

Who is more protective? -> You are. Atsushi is more confused or concerned than protective, unless it‘s obvious danger. In the heat of battle, he makes sure there is not a scratch on you. Otherwise, he is very chill. It is you who steps up more and sends a glare to people, or objects for that matter, that might harm or inconvenience him.

Who sings more in the shower? -> You do. His showers are as quiet as can be. It‘s his time to wash away the tension in his muscles that had built up over the day. His showers take up to 10 minutes at most, too. Atsushi loves listening to your little shower concerts, though. Every sign of you enjoying yourself is a reason for him to smile.

Who cries more during movies? -> He does. Atsushi gets emotionally invested in characters quickly. Wether it‘s sad, happy, or scary, he feels with the characters. Especially to those mistreated by others, or those who remind him of the people close to him.

Who spends the most while out shopping? -> You do. Money is very valuable in this economy. Thus, Atsushi doesn‘t spend much on things that aren‘t the essentials. He spends the least money on clothes, and the most money on food. When he accompanies you when you go shopping, he might tear up at the bill. It‘s you paying, but it still hurts to see. So long as you budget well, he is not concerned in the end.

Who kisses more roughly? -> You do. He‘s never been in a relationship before and had yet to experience his first kiss before you two got together. You lead the kisses, and he is happy to follow, mirroring your movements to the best of his ability, careful not to hurt you.

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Doppo Kunikida

Who is the cuddliest? -> You are. Doppo isn‘t big on physical affection. While he appreciates recieving it, he himself prefers showing his love through acts of service. He tends to leave a few minutes of room in his schedule, in case you feel like cuddling.

Who makes the bed? -> He does. Doppo is a very organized and clean man. Making the bed is a part of his daily routine, and he will NOT skip it. He does expect you to help though. You slept in that bed too, so it is only right for you to take care of your side.

Who wakes up first? -> He does. He is an early-riser through and through. By the time you wake up, he most likely already got himself ready. You better get up early if you want to see his hair loose and disheveled. Doppo would gladly wake you up when he does if you ask him to, so long as you don‘t tell him the real reason.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> He does. Weird based on modern standards, that is. Despite being only 22 years old, Doppo appreciates the old classics. Some of which you don‘t even recognize. Sometimes you catch him listen to unidentifiable sounds…The amount of times Osamu has tricked him into listening to “this amazing, economy critical song“ is hilarious. Doppo doesn‘t seem to learn.

Who is more protective? -> He is. Doppo keeps an eye on you whenever he can. Keeping you safe is one of his jobs as your lover. And that counts twice with the kinds of people he has to keep up with on a daily basis. Everyday he does his best to protect you from their influence.

Who sings more in the shower? -> You do. As much as it saddens me to say this, but he doesn‘t sing. Much less in the shower. He only does the stuff he got into the shower for, gets out and is done with it. You can sing if you want, but don‘t let it distract you.

Who cries more during movies? -> You do. It takes a lot for him to cry over fiction, it would have to hit very close to heart for him to tear up. He‘s not one to judge others for crying at a movie, though.

Who spends the most while out shopping? -> You do. Doppo is an experienced coupon-guy. He always makes sure he finds the stuff he needs at the lowest price without the quality being effected. And he also only buys the items on his list, nothing else. There is a strict budget he set, and he will not go over it even slightly.

Who kisses more roughly? -> He does. Sometimes Doppo doesn‘t even notice it when you two kiss. The feeling of your lips numbs that certain part of his brain, and causes him to act more according to his feelings and desires, and less logically and calculated. That can result in him getting a little rough with his kisses. It‘s not a bad thing, though. His kisses are amazing.

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Jun’ichiro Tanizaki

Who is the cuddliest? -> You are. Jun’ichiro is very low-key when showing his affection, and prefers to do it with words of affirmations or small, thoughtful gestures. He's more used to being clung to than the other way around.

Who makes the bed? -> He does. The last one to leave the bed makes the bed. You two use that as motivation to get up, and he ends up doing it the most. He is very groggy and grumpy in the morning. As responsible as he is, the first half hour of being awake is filled with grumbling and "I don’t wanna"s.

Who wakes up first? -> You do. Wether you actually have to get up early or not, his alarm for work wakes you. And more effectively than it does Jun'ichiro. So even if it’s not by a lot, you are the first with your eyes open.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> You do. Jun’ichiro has real good music taste by modern standards. He already made you a ton of playlists for different occasions and moods. You rarely don’t listen to one of those playlists anymore.

Who is more protective? -> He is. You and Naomi are his entire world. The smallest insult towards you has his eyebrow twitching. He's going berserk if you’re being harassed or threatened in any way. And you know he'll keep you safe. Always.

Who sings more in the shower? -> He does. And it’s really cute. It’s more a mumbling and humming, you wouldn’t be able to understand a word even if you listened closely. He just likes to fill the void with a little melody.

Who cries more during movies? -> You do. Jun’ichiro isn’t emotional enough to cry over fiction easily. He's more focused on the story and the world- and character building, anyway. Sometimes it needs a little heartbreak to tell a good story. That doesn’t mean he isn’t a little sad, because he is.

Who spends the most while out shopping? -> He does. Jun’ichiro himself doesn’t need much material possessions to be happy, but he sure loves spoiling you. Be it little trinkets, something that made him think of you, snacks he knows you like,… Imagining your face lighting up with joy is motivation enough to get any of those for you. It can be any and every day too, getting you a little gift doesn’t have to be connected to a special day.

Who kisses more roughly? -> You do. He is the opposite of rough. Sometimes he even asks you to calm down a little. Poor guy is overwhelmed and needs a breather. If you give him a little time to prepare, he will gladly indulge your wilder side.

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Osamu Dazai

Who is the cuddliest? -> He is. Osamu has been deprived for so long, he says he has the right to sprawl over you whenever he wants. While it seems like his usual shenanigans, in actuality he wants to savor every touch, feel your warmth as often and as long as he possibly can. You are the holder of his heart, he loves you. A day without having his arms around you for even just a second is a tragic one indeed.

Who makes the bed? -> You do. He doesn‘t see the point of making the bed. Your shared bedroom isn‘t some kind of hotel that must look tidy for the next people. It is your space, and he personally doesn‘t mind it looking a little messy. The two of you push and pull the pillows and blanket to your liking in the evening anyway.

Who wakes up first? -> He does. Osamu typically doesn‘t sleep much. Lounge around and take a nap or two, yes, but he does that at the office. Gazing at your sleeping face in the morning is his caffeine for the day, and he can‘t get that when you‘re first to wake up, right? Also, waking you up comes with a bunch of fun possibilities. Most of which are only fun for him, not you.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> He does. Most people would think it‘s weird, anyway. His favorites are about the feeling of depression, being overwhelmed, burnt out, mourning. Sometimes it‘s nice to have your feelings put into words for you. Among those are a few fun ones sprinkled in. Some old classics too. If you scroll through his playlist, you might see something like this: Numb Little Bug(Em Beihold), Body(MotherMother), CPR x Misery(Remix), Memories(Maroon 5)-

Who is more protective? -> He is. Wether it‘s a real danger or something minor, like a bypass insult, he‘s got you. Just don‘t worry, he‘s going to take care of this. You will never see him angry during those situations. The last thing he wants is for you to worry, so he masks any worry with his usual goofy and sassy behavior. That is a rare accurance either way, Osamu makes sure you don‘t even get in that type of situation in the first place.

Who sings more in the shower? -> He does. Shower time is a time to relax, and a time to relax is a time to sing. Simple as that. He sings loud enough to hear himself properly over the rushing water, which is decently loud. You can hear this first-class concert from nearly everwhere within your home.

Who cries more during movies? -> You do. Osamu has seen things far worse than whatever is playing on the TV. So unless it‘s something that triggers real heart shattering memories, he is not going to cry. And even then, it‘s a single tear. You won‘t be able to notice. When it‘s you tearing up, he is quick to pull you against him and stroke your head. He shushes you gently as he comforts you like someone would a baby. It is all for fun, of course. And he wouldn‘t feel hurt if you started hitting him for being an ass. In fact, he‘d chuckle.

Who spends the most while out shopping? -> You do. Osamu is not above letting you spend your money on things he was supposed to pay for. Oops- It seems like he lost his wallet while drifting across the river, again. He does have some errands to run though! You wouldn‘t mind paying, right? He promises to repay you one way or another!

Who kisses more roughly? -> He does. The roughness comes with the playfulness he loves to kiss you with. Doesn‘t mean he doesn‘t love the way you seem to shiver when he gets a little more rough with his kissing. Because, oh boy, does he love it. Besides being playful, he also likes being flirty and pull all those cute reactions out of you. If you try to do the same to him, then the fight is on. He might let you win, but only because he loves you so much.

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Ranpo Edogawa

Who is the cuddliest? -> He is. Ranpo is a clingy little gremlin. Munching on snacks while cuddled up to you in your lap is his favorite way to pass the time, for sure. You‘re so warm and soft and have just the right size for him. It‘s wise to plan ahead, since he will not let you go any time soon. Ranpo would get real whiny and pouty if you even try. Don‘t worry though! He‘s going to share his snacks with you if you ask nicely.

Who makes the bed? -> You do. He couldn‘t care less if the bed is made or not. You‘re very happy it‘s free of crumbs and wrappers at least.

Who wakes up first? -> You do. Cuddling makes him all drowsy, and of course cuddling you is what he does when sleeping with you. From when you fall asleep to when you wake up, he has his arms wrapped around your torso and his head either on your chest or in the crook of your neck. It would take a lot of willpower to get himself to leave the comfort you provide him so early in the day. Luckily, he isn‘t heavy, so it’s fairly easy for you to get out of bed once you manage to sit up.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> He does. Ranpo listens to everything that gives him a happy feel. From Baby Shark to Starship, so long as it‘s got a good vibe, it‘s in his playlist.

Who is more protective? -> You are. He simply knows too much, there is no need to be protective. He is really chill. It‘s you who tends to act like a bodyguard, you have to, because Ranpo keeps getting into risky situations. He himself deducts he‘s safe, but you don‘t know that. He sure isn‘t safe from your fist after every risky endeavor you save him from.

Who sings more in the shower? -> You do. Bold of you to assume he showers. It‘s baths all the way. With bubbles and rubber ducks. Ranpo begs you to either join him or at least talk to him through the open bathroom door, otherwise he gets bored before he even washes himself. He is also the type to make fun of those who sing under the shower, so watch out.

Who cries more during movies? -> You do. Ranpo has figured out the plot in mere minutes, nothing can surprise him and nothing can shake him up enough to make him cry. And while he isn‘t mean about people crying at fiction, he doesn‘t really understand it either. You do realize this isn‘t real, right? Of course you do, but still! Watching movies with him is a real mood-killer. I suggest Comedies.

Who spends more while out shopping? -> He does. The amount of snacks he consumes daily ought to bring a heavy bill. Sometimes you wonder how he can even afford it. It really is a good thing he is so good at his job, and thus have a steady income to support his little addiction.

Who kisses more roughly? -> You do. Ranpo is nothing but soft with you. Even when he gets playful, his kisses stay soft, smooching you all over your face until he gets his fill. When you go more rough on him, he turns into a puddle, face bright red from the feeling. Nothing beats the taste of your lips, and it shows.

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Yukichi Fukuzawa

Who is the cuddliest? -> You are. Physical affection is not his choice of love language. So long as you are within the comfort of your home, he doesn‘t have any problems, even if you get real clingy. Yukichi thinks you‘re really cute like this, but he doesn‘t want others to see.

Who makes the bed? -> He does. You two have found a good way to split daily tasks equally. While you make breakfast, he makes the bed. There is no complaining. And if you‘d like to switch it up, he‘ll gladly do so. It doesn‘t matter to him, if you aren‘t good at making a bed. Yukichi just hopes the food he makes is to your liking.

Who wakes up first? -> He does. Yukichi wakes up real early to get some morning practice in, as he doesn‘t have the time to do so at any other point of the day. He is way too busy with paperwork for that. Every morning he makes sure not to wake you while he gets out of bed and out to your backyard. After he‘s done and took a quick shower, he comes back and gently wakes you.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? -> He does. He is into traditional music, which might be considered weird by most. His knowledge of more modern music is very limited, as he doesn‘t normally consider looking them up. You are free to introduce him to your favorites, though. Music can be a way to express someones thoughts and feelings, thus it can tell a lot about you. And what kind of lover would he be to disregard you expressing something as valuable as that?

Who is more protective? -> He is. Yukichi wants you to be safe, always. He‘s taught you many ways to protect yourself when he‘s not there to do it for you. And when you two are together, you can consider him as your scary dog privilege. Because even though he doesn‘t look scary at a glance, he is very tall and muscular, and can send a nasty death glare if he wanted to. There is no way someone would dare to try anything while he is around. And if there was, he is quick to pull you behind him and deal with the situation swiftly. The sooner this is over, the sooner you are safe.

Who sings more in the shower? -> You do. You will never catch this man sing. Not ever. He‘s simply too embarrassed to do so. Humming is another story, but that is reserved for quiet times on your porch while looking at the stars. Yukichi likes listening to you sing under the shower, it‘s very sweet to him, how you are comfortable to risk him hear the echo of your voice.

Who cries more during movies? -> You do. Yukichi does get emotionally invested in characters, he simply doesn‘t cry. It takes a lot to get him there. When he notices you tearing up, he places a hand on your knee and draws little patterns on it.

Who spends more while out shopping? -> He does. Yukichi has everything he could ever want, so besides essentials, he rarely buys anything that peeks his interest. The occasional gift doesn‘t leave a huge dent on his wallet, but the moment he is set on spoiling you during a shopping trip, he will not hesitate. He could wait for hours on end for you to pick up and try on clothes, fill the shopping cart with snacks, toys, crafting materials,…anything you like. He knows it‘s not a waste of money when it‘s spent on you.

Who kisses more roughly? -> You do. Yukichi prefers going for your preferences when kissing, so he let‘s you take the lead unless you ask for him to do it. His touch is so soft, you‘d think he‘s scared to break you if he isn‘t careful. You‘re his little angel, and he will make sure you feel it.

[rashoumon-homo]

- Bottom Dazai Week 2024 -

Day 1 - Close Quarters

5/13/24 - Omegaverse

A mission that was supposed to be quick and easy goes wrong, leaving Dazai and Chuuya trapped together in a safe house. As annoying as that would normally be for the two of them, Dazai’s heat is about to make it a lot worse.

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(Excerpt from mid-fic)

An hour later, after the sun had finally set, Dazai and Chuuya settled into a private cabin of an overnight train headed for Osaka. The Port Mafia had at least used their budget to get the two a nicer cabin, one with seats that folded out into twin beds and included meal service. Dazai felt especially grateful for that, since his hunger shot through the roof as his pre-heat symptoms started to pop up.

“Did you really need to order three burgers?” Chuuya asked.

Dazai shot him a death glare and took another bite. “Change out your scent blockers before you go to sleep. You reek,” he complained.

Chuuya flattened his mouth into a line but got up to change them in the bathroom anyway. When he got back, he saw Dazai had pulled a couple shirts and jackets from his bag to make a sort of makeshift nest on the pull-out bed. He was curled up in the middle of it, hugging one of Chuuya’s t-shirts.

“Asleep already?” Chuuya mumbled quietly. He hated to admit it, but Dazai was almost kind of cute like this. Arms and legs tucked in, scenting Chuuya’s shirt in his sleep… it sent an odd surge of protectiveness through him.

Though it seemed like Dazai had changed out his own scent blockers while Chuuya was in the bathroom, his pleasant smell still wafted through the cabin. Notes of chocolate and mocha filled the air, and had almost certainly already permeated the fabric of the stolen shirt. Chuuya could feel himself start to get worked up at the thought of that; of Dazai’s scent lingering on the shirt even after the mission ended, marking not just the clothing but Chuuya as his.

But now was not the time to indulge himself in thoughts like that. Chuuya turned out the light and settled down on his own pull-out for what was sure to be a fitful night of sleep.

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[seramilla]

Carmilla in human au probably gets Sera to spend a week just relaxing after she gets let go. She isn't oposed to Sera working of doing whatever and she knows that having something to do would help Sera feel better and after having everything in her life teach her she can't rely on anyone but herself having some money coming would make her feel better less dependent on something that isn't her. But she insists Sera wait a week before looking both to figure out what she wants to do she after all had spent her whole life trying to keep her head above water on sudden expense away from financial disaster. She always needed to go in no matter how sick she was because if she didn't than she and Emily didn't eat or she wouldn't be able to pay the rent if she misses a paycheck or even if it's smaller than normal. Carmilla gets her to just relax and take time to herself nothing bad will happen if Sera sleeps in for a few days they'll still have food and roof over their head.

In the last ask, I already had Carmilla get Sera a job at her company, so I'm still running with that. But Sera is getting a few weeks off while Carmilla is still working out the budget for it with the board. Sera is gonna be forced to get some R&R and doesn't like it!

Sera doesn't know what to do with herself now that she's been laid off. She's already resigned herself to the loss of her job, and not having to move her and Emily's things back into their dingy old apartment is a huge weight off her shoulders. Still, she can't help but find herself getting antsy at even a few days left to her own devices.

Carmilla still needs to work out the details of her employment with other leadership at her company. She had assured Sera it's a done deal...it's just the older white men who sit below her giving her a hard time about it. They don't have any say in the matter, but they are fighting her at every opportunity.

Carmilla had said it shouldn't take longer than a few weeks, tops, to get an office set up for her, add her job title to the human resources records, and negotiate the salary she deserves. Sera had volunteered to go to a temp hiring service until then...maybe she could get some odd job pushing papers somewhere. She doesn't like sitting at home doing nothing. Carmilla had said there is no need...Sera deserves to take some time off. Sera needs it, she'd insisted. Carmine Industries moves at the speed of sound sometimes, and Carmilla wants her to be rested and ready for it.

But Sera is stubborn. Carmilla should have known that. When she comes home that evening and catches Sera looking at online job boards on her cell phone, Carmilla wants to take the phone out of her girlfriend's hand and hide it from her. But she doesn't. That wouldn't solve anything. And Sera's not being this way on purpose...it's just her strong work ethic.

"Sera...Look. I know you don't know what to do with yourself when you're not busy, but when was the last time you took a day off?" Carmilla asks.

"The last time Emily was sent home from school sick, I had to take 3 days off in a row. I ended up catching it, too, and lost almost a week's pay!"

"That's not what I meant!" Carmilla says. She sits down on the couch beside Sera, who is already dressed in her pajamas and lounging on the plush sofa. Carmilla had gotten home late, so the girls are already in bed.

Sera has to move her feet for Carmilla to sit. Carmilla is tempted to rub her feet for her...but this thing between them is still new, and she isn't sure it's appropriate when they're trying to have a conversation. She just puts Sera's feet in her lap instead, hoping that she's not guilty of some kind of faux paux by doing so. Sera doesn't protest, so Carmilla continues.

"That doesn't count."

"How does that not count?" Sera asks, sounding a little frustrated.

"Because that wasn't time for you; you were both sick! When was the last time you just took the day off to sit at home and read a book? Go to the park? Hang out with your friends?"

"Ummm..." Sera honestly has to think about that for a minute. "...College?"

"How long ago was that?"

"Six...seven years ago? I've lost track."

Carmilla's eyes widen, and she can't help that her voice raises quite a bit. "You haven't taken a single day off from work since college?!"

"Yeah, and I never graduated, remember?" Sera reminds her. "I had to take care of Emily. I needed the money! I couldn't afford to not go to work!"

Carmilla realizes right then that her privilege is showing, on full display, like she's holding a neon sign above her head, flashing, "HYPOCRITE!" It's not like Carmilla isn't also a workaholic...coming home late tonight is proof that she also overexerts herself quite often.

But the difference is that if she really wants to, she can call out, for herself and the girls, for weeks at a time. She's never known the consequences of having to live paycheck to paycheck. Has absolutely no idea what that's like. She sighs.

"I'm sorry," Carmilla apologizes. "I should know better than to try and lecture you. It's not my place. But Sera..." She places her hand on Sera's leg, over the pajamas, squeezing her calf. She hopes it's a comforting gesture and not a weird one. "...It would make me happy if you took some time for yourself. You can even pull Emily out of school for a day or two if you want to spend some time with her."

"But Emily's attendance! "Sera starts, looking really worried at the suggestion. "Her attendance is perfect. She might lose her scholarship if she's absent too many times!"

"Not if it's a family emergency," Carmilla hints, giving Sera a wink. "I can cover for her. It's not a big deal."

"Why are you so kind to me?" Sera asks. Her question sounds almost forlorn, or...in disbelief. She doesn't even look at Carmilla when she asks it, her eyes averting down to the floor, so full of shame. "What did I...what did we...do to deserve it?"

Carmilla has done her best in this relationship to choose her words and actions carefully. Sera had said early on that she hasn't been serious with anyone for quite some time, so Carmilla has been slow to act upon her feelings. They've barely held hands up to this point. But for some reason, at that moment, as Sera's voice and expression both scream the question "Why?", she doesn't feel the need to hold back anymore.

She leans in, over Sera's sprawled form on the couch, and pulls her into a sitting position by the arm. Then, before Sera can protest, she lays a chaste kiss on Sera's cheek, actively holding herself back from planting one directly on her lips. She's not sure if Sera's ready for that yet...but she still feels the need to communicate exactly why she's doing all this for her.

Carmilla's hand lingers on Sera's cheek, cupping it tenderly.

"Because I love you, remember? And because you deserve it. Do I need any more reason than that?"

Carmilla needn't have worried about being too forward; as soon as Carmilla starts to pull away, Sera pulls her back in, kissing her girlfriend on the lips so deeply and longingly, it's only after several seconds, when both women are out of breath, that they pull away again. They qualify the significance of that moment with several more seconds of silence. Sera seems in disbelief that she's done that.

Carmilla's not really sure what to say. But eventually, Sera assures her, "I love you, too. I'm sorry...it's just going to take me a while to get used to this. To unlearn old habits."

Carmilla smiles. Leans in again, and takes Sera's lips against hers, not nervous that she's breaking a boundary this time. They are way past that now, charging full steam ahead on expressing this new type of intimacy, for once.

Then, with all the affection she can muster, Carmilla says, "You don't need to unlearn anything for me. There's nothing wrong with it. I just hope that with time, you can appreciate life more. I want that for you."

Sera wants that for herself, too. More than anything. She decides, tomorrow, she and Emily will go to the zoo. They'll make a day of it, like they haven't since...well, since ever. Sera thinks Emily will enjoy the surprise. Maybe Odette and Clara would like to go, too. If Carmilla can help her swing it with the school.

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din djarin x female mechanic reader.

chapter 2 word count: 6.0k

warnings/tags: graphic depictions of violence, reader is a mechanic, found family, din djarin speaks mando'a, din and reader are both very touch starved, i don't know how fictional money works, din djarin is a bottom, smut written and proofread by an asexual, din and reader have ptsd, canon is dead and i killed it, no use of y/n

You wake, your eyes crusted over with sleep as your alarm beeps loudly at you. Your face is mashed into your pillow, your left cheek making your lips jut out awkwardly as your right arm and foot hang off of your small bed, sleeping on your stomach. It’s a marvel it’s even considered an adult-sized bed- your feet hang off of the end of the bed more often than not and your shoulders barely fit onto the narrow mattress without hanging off of the edge. Your right arm reaches up lazily as you prop yourself up, sphynx-style, on your left, blinking groggily at the bright sun already shining brightly through your window. It takes you a few minutes of sitting there on your bed, readjusting to the waking world, for you to recall the current ship in your hangar in desperate need of repairs. 

“That blasted Crest is going to be the death of me,” you mutter as you grab a pair of overalls, a dark green t-shirt and undergarments before hauling it to your bathroom and peeing. After washing your hands, you don’t bother inspecting your appearance in the shitty mirror, opting to simply start your ‘fresher. Having warm water in your ‘fresher is a luxury you allow yourself once a week, and today is that kind of day. The steam slowly floats from behind the curtain, and you step in, having stripped your pajamas while you were waiting for it to heat up. It runs over your body and through your hair, slowly saturating your body, and you sigh, finally being able to rinse most of the encrusted grease, oil and soot from your body after the day before. 

After allowing yourself a few moments of bliss, simply relishing in the warm patter of water on your skin, you add soap to your hair, then a whipped oil treatment you use to remove the tangles. It is, like many other things in your life, a routine you’ve grown accustomed to. After finishing rinsing out your hair and washing your body, you turn off the nozzle and grab your towel, wrapping it around your body and trying to drip as little water on your floor as possible. You dry your hair off as much as you can and dress yourself, clipping your bra on and sliding a dark green t-shirt over your body before pulling on your underwear and the denim overalls over your legs, clasping them at your shoulders, and wiggling your feet into a pair of socks. As usual, you stuff the small fabric pouch sitting on the edge of your windowsill in your right front pocket, the feeling of its presence comforting and familiar. It may be strange to others, but it’s something you can’t leave your house without and you’ve never quite known why. 

You open your cooler and sigh; you need to go grocery shopping, likely using credits from your payment yesterday. Why must adulting on your own be so difficult? That is one thing you miss about being a part of the Empire, hate to admit it as you may. You never had to go shopping for clothes or worry about finances- in exchange for your services, they offered you a bed to sleep in, a roof over your head, uniforms, and food, all without you having to fret over your remaining credits in your budget or whether you’d paid this month’s rent. Pulling a nutrient-rich packet of food out, you stuff it in your pocket and loop your holster, blaster still inside from the night before, through the loops on your overalls. Your feet slide into their boots, your hands tying the laces tight, double-knotting them as you always do. After ensuring your keycard is safely in the left pocket of your pants, you unlock your door and step out into the bright light, locking it behind you.

08:25, your watch reads. Late. 

Fuck.

There’s a very distinct way people walk when they’re late, you’ve noticed. Torso slightly forward, feet landing heavy with authority and a get-the-fuck-out-of-my-way aura about them. Arms swinging but rigid, face determined, and a slight bounce in their step. That walk is the very walk you’re using right now, your blaster bouncing slightly on your hip. You slide deftly through the growing crowd in the city’s streets, even this early in the morning. Children run to school, parents bidding goodbyes quickly, then calling their kids back quickly- they forgot their lunch. A young Devaronian girl accidentally runs into your leg, stumbling back a few paces before falling backwards. “Hey, kiddo. Didn’t see you there. Let’s get you up from there, yeah?” You halt your rapid pace, leaning down and offering your hand out for her to get back up. She hesitates for a moment, lifting her hand before pulling it back, looking between your face and your hand. You wear what you hope to look like a friendly smile, your heart beating loudly in your ears as you pause. After a few moments, she reaches out, taking your hand and hauling herself to her feet with your help. “You okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” She pauses, biting her lower lip as she scans your face. “Are you the mechanic my daddy says works magic? The one on the outside of the city near the north gates?”

An excited feeling bubbles up in your throat. That’s where you recognized her from. Her father, one of your most loyal (and best paying) customers, frequented your services, often needing repairs for his speeder and, on one rare occurrence, a ship he was taking off-world and needed an inspection and light fuel for. “Yeah, I am! You must be Dendo’s kid, then? Salwa?”

She beams with pride, nodding brightly. “Yeah! He’s going to help us beat the Empire!” You smile at her, still bent over and resting your hands on your knees to get at her eye level. 

“That’s awesome. We’re going to need all the fighters we can get.” The schoolteacher rings a large bell behind you, signaling the two-minute call to the beginning of the school day. “Off you go, then. And tell your father I say hi!” 

“Yeah, of course!” She waves over her shoulder as she runs up the steps into the building, bowing slightly to the teacher as she enters. Kapp Dendo, one of Nevarro’s prominent Rebel leaders, had been a customer of yours from the start, claiming that “no man I’ve ever met could hold a candle to female mechanics,” the statement making you nearly cry with pride. Your hard work had paid off, and now you had at least one loyal customer, and an influential one, no less. You stand in your spot in the city square for just a moment before you remember your task at hand: opening up shop. You swivel on your heel, speeding down the roads and weaving between the throngs of people preparing to open their stalls in the city market for the day. You wave hello to a few of your customers, seeing all sorts of people- humans, Twi’leks, a group of three evidently hungover Ugnaughts, a shockingly large ensemble of Ithorians, and even a Kaleesh. The diversity among Nevarro’s populace is nothing new to you, and before you know it, your feet have carried you to the door to your hangar. With a swipe of your keycard and a quick type of your keycode, the familiar dark metal doors open with a hiss of air, and you step through, leaving them open for customers to come and go as they please. 

Sitting down at your desk, you shuffle together papers from an old job and slide them into your incinerator, a small puff of ash rising from the small slit on the side of your desk. This desk, in comparison to the rest of your hangar, is organized, every paper, pen and notebook with scribbled notes having a place on top or in a drawer. You scribble some notes for yourself to take care of later in the day- charge bills go out today which will need to be mailed out, you need to place a new order for rations to be delivered to your house, and a note with your name on it has been scribbled in swooping handwriting, folded into thirds and left sitting on top of the pile of papers you’ve begun to inspect.

I went out to get a new radio and get something fixed in my armor. Be back by 13:00. 

Mando

Oh, also, the kid says hi. He’s in the ship if you want to watch him. His name is Grogu.

You pay the rest of the note no mind, only squealing with glee at the prospect of the small child being under your care for the day. Dropping all that you’re doing, you shove away from your desk, any papers or bills left aside for later in the day, when the sun is high in the sky and you’re sweating so much your eyes sting. Rushing into the hangar, you try not to run up the ramp of the ship, noticing the crate with the parts inside still lingering by your workbench. The child- Grogu- sits eagerly in his small pod, his large dark eyes lighting with joy and babbling as he holds out his hands excitedly when he sees you come up the ramp. 

“Hey, Grogu!” You say, leaning over and picking him up out of his nest of metal and soft blankets. “You ready to see something cool?” He giggles in joy and wraps a small, three-fingered hand around your own index finger, clearly excited. “I’ll take that as a yes. Can you control your little egg?” He nods, and you gently set him back inside, the pod whirring quietly as you step back, following you just as it did Mando. “You’re going to be safe in there, right?” Another nod and gurgle, and you grin. “Come on, then! I’ve got a lot of stuff to fix on your dad’s ship, and it isn’t going to fix itself.” 

Before you even begin welding, you ensure that Grogu is thoroughly protected, wrapping a sturdy leather blanket around his body and covering his large ears with the cap you wear on colder days. “Comfy?” He nods, looking around curiously. “Hey, you wanna make a friend?” Your foot clicks Squeaks’ pedal, stirring it awake, and Grogu giggles, the sound making you smile. After twisting your hair up, tying it back and sliding your hat over it all, you stuff all of your tools into your rucksack and shove your tablet in your back pocket. Something crinkles in your pocket and you realize you never ate your breakfast. Breaking open the packet, you opt for tipping the granola directly into your mouth rather than picking it out with your fingers, favoring efficiency over dignity. 

The majority of the repairs go smoothly, only a small hiccup when you realize that the shield system requires a manual override from the ship’s owner, and it’s currently registered to the Mandalorian’s chain code. When he returns, he inputs the override, and the shield reboot runs smoothly. The final task, which you leave for the next day, is the radio replacement. Mando successfully found a completely new radio system, and you get the impression that you probably shouldn’t ask where or how he got it. That’s how it goes with a lot of things on Nevarro: someone does something convenient for you, it seems a little bit weird how someone would come across such a thing, and you don’t ask any questions. Interestingly enough, it was almost the same way under the Empire: accept the gesture, don’t ask questions. It’s how things go and no one asks about how the system got set into place or why it’s there. It just is. 

“Everything else went well?” You’re perched on your workbench, spine bent like an Ossuan banana and feet dangling off the side as you sit on the edge, looking over the last of the documents on your clipboard before you send out the bills for credit accounts. You look up from your papers, your eyebrows releasing the crease between them when you see the Mandalorian walking up to you. Grogu walks next to him, and you find a small appreciation in yourself for how fast the kid can move. For barely reaching your knees, he can hustle when he’s keeping up with his dad. 

“Yeah, mostly. The patch in the hull ended up needing the whole panel replaced, but other than that, everything else went well. Grogu is a wonderful work companion, by the way,” you say, grinning down at the small creature. A slightly cold breeze flows through your hangar and you straighten up, shivering and stimming involuntarily, the cold setting your nerves on edge. You pull the small fabric pouch out of your pocket and begin fidgeting with it, not removing the contents (a small handful of stones from your homeworld,) but rather pushing the stones around inside the worn fabric. “You did make sure the radio’s compatible with the ship, right?”

“Yeah, I did. I left it in the crate, but it’s in its own box.” He stops a few feet from where you sit, but Grogu continues up to the workbench, then, turning to Mando, points up to you and gurgles again, seemingly asking to get up on top with you. “Come on, kid, we’ve got someone to say hi to. An old friend.” Grogu babbles something sad-sounding, and you think a little part of you dies inside, but you need to catch up on sleep and the sun is rapidly sinking, the hot day having drained every ounce of energy your limited amount of sleep the night before had earned you. 

You bid your customers goodbye, leaving them with the guest entry keycode you change with each moon cycle for security so they can re-enter after you leave, and close up shop early for the day. Your rigorous day, combined with your limited amount of food, lack of sleep, and the blistering volcanic heat, has served as a reminder that you are still very much human, and require some form of treatment to keep going day by day. On your way home, you remember to drop off your bills at the postal and stop at the grocer to order a week’s worth of food, hoping that it’ll be delivered by the time you return home the next day.

Delivered by the time the Mandalorian leaves.

You try to ignore the tightness in your chest you felt, to stifle it and shove it down. But it only results in a sinking feeling, an ick simmering in your stomach that you can’t quite smother on your own.

Revnog. Why not? You have ten extra credits sitting in your pocket, remnants from your grocery run and decide that a drink or two couldn’t hurt. Besides, you can’t remember the last time you treated yourself to a drink at the bar down the street from your home. You spot the neon bright sign out of the corner of your eye, the sign that never goes out anytime before 1:30 each night and illuminates your street in a 30 foot radius, marking one of the few establishments on Nevarro that still had an alcohol permit after Karga’s changes in government. Your feet make their way to the door and you push it open, the strangely pleasant clamor of music, chatter and clinking glasses hitting your ears and the familiar smell of alcohol- both droid and biotic- hitting your nose. The establishment is dark, but each booth, many of which are taken, are illuminated by a hanging light over the table. Instead of bothering to find a booth, you slide onto a stool at the bar and order a glass of revnog. “Bespinian, if you have it.” You flash the last four digits of your chain code, proving your age to drink, and the bartender nods with a smile and pulls a bottle off of the shelf behind her. A small part of you warms to know that she has your favorite kind as the bottle’s familiar shape pours the opaque white liquid into a glass, the slight light blue tint swirling in the glass as she slides it across the metal surface. She pulls out a small bowl of Bespinian citrus commonly used to chase the thick burn that comes with the alcohol. “Thank you,” you say, passing her five credits. 

You slouch in your seat, taking a sip of the drink and giving up the put-together look. The burn as it flows down your throat tickles and you relish in the feeling, opting to leave the feeling rather than chase it with the fruit. “I ain’t no coward,” you’d say to Mir-Le over drinks before she went off to Sorgan to live with a woman that, based on what you’d heard about her, would make her happy day in and day out. She was the first friend you had on Nevarro, one of the few people you trusted. Sure, you had friends now, the regular customers you’d become close with, but none as close as Mir-Le. Another sip down, the tangy yet sweet flavor burning down your throat. Sips continue slowly, slowly warming you up from the inside, and you let your mind go blank as you stare emptily into the swirling liquid.

“Rough day?” 

You look up with a start, the voice so close suddenly startling you out of your dissociative blur. The bartender, a kind-eyed Twi’lek with beautiful dark blue skin, dries glasses as she looks at you with a knowing smile. “You could say that, yeah,” you sigh, not quite knowing how to start. “You okay if I ask for some advice?”

“I feel like I signed up for giving advice when I took the job, as bullshitted as the advice may be. Hit me.” She sets the glass down and folds her arms, leaning onto the counter. You’re not sure if it’s the drink, the proximity, the intoxicating smell of her skin or your dry spell of not getting laid, but you can’t help but feel a stir deep in your stomach, trying not to breathe through your nose and inhale the sweet smell of her perfume, trying to figure out how to explain your current dilemma. 

You’re about to begin your vent before you realize that you never introduced yourself to her. “Shit, I never introduced myself.” You offer your name and your hand, and she takes it with a firm handshake.

“Call me Frey.”

“Hi, Frey. Okay. So you might think I’m crazy, but I think… I think I might be attracted to someone whose name I don’t even know, much less what he looks like.”

“You met him online?” She cocks a brow at you, a motherlike look on her face.

“No, he’s a customer. I’ve met him, I just don’t know his name or what he looks like. He’s a Mandalorian- one of the ones that never takes off his helmet. And he has this little kid that he brings almost everywhere he goes, and the way he treats the kid makes me want kids. I physically can’t have them, thank Maker, but I feel like if I could, I would want to have kids with him. It’s really strange and I should probably be a little bit worried about it, but I’m not, for some reason. How should I go about this? Because I don’t even know if it’s just me not getting laid in months or having very few close friends, but I just feel a kind of pull to him.”

“That is… a lot. Okay. Give me a second,” she replies, and you nod, taking a sip of your drink as she contemplates an answer. “I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m not going to sugarcoat my answer. In my experience and observations, people tend to fall faster for someone when they’re in a dry spell. That influence, that desire, often leads my customers to do something stupid and reckless, like having sex with someone they’ll regret fucking in the morning. Of course, that means more listening to them complain, but the tips are worth it.” You snort out a laugh, and she smiles. “Granted, I’m not telling you to go hook up with someone to end your suffering, but if that’s what you think will work, then go for it. What I’m hearing, though, is that your attraction to this mysterious man in armor is more romantic than sexual?”

You grimace as you take another sip, shaking your head. “God, no. Yes, he’s adorable when he talks to the kid and would clearly burn down the universe for him, but I can tell you with absolute confidence that I would not mind if he fucked me into next cycle.” You don’t bother lowering your voice any more than you already have, the bar having mostly emptied by this point. You spare a glance at your watch: 01:03. It’s late, much later than you’re normally awake, but you can’t help yourself when you lean slightly closer to Frey. She laughs quietly, her smile contagious. 

“In that case, I would offer to bring you home and treat you the way you deserve.” Your stomach drops, heat pooling between your hipbones. Without an answer, you down the rest of your drink and nod, and she laughs, pushing back from the bar. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Give me three minutes to kick these guys out and clean up real quick, yeah?” You offer a nod in response, and before you know it, you’re running back to your house, Frey’s hand clutched in yours as the two of you laugh when you stumble slightly drunkenly, like a pair of horny teenagers. 

Your fingers fumble with the lock, and before the door closes behind you, you’re getting kissed by Frey, her lips soft against yours as her hands settle on your hips. “You gonna be good for me and let me take care of you?” You blush, your stomach flipping in loops, and nod sheepishly. “Let me hear you.” 

“Yes. I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.”

THE NEXT DAY

You groan as your alarm beeps annoyingly at you, the headache from your hangover evident. As you wipe the sleep from your eyes, you remember the night before and smile in bliss. “Morning to you,” Frey’s voice calls, and you open your eyes slowly, eyes dilating against the bright light. Once adjusted, you see her dressing herself, tucking her t-shirt into her pants before fastening the zipper and button. 

“Morning,” you groan, your voice scratchy with sleep. “Thank you for last night.”

“Of course. It was fun.” She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and leaning back. “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah. I know where to find you.” You hesitate for a moment, realizing the potential strangeness in your choice of words. “At work, I mean. Not in a creepy ‘I’ve been stalking you and know where you live’ kind of way.” Frey smiles again, a light laugh escaping her lips. 

“I know what you mean, gorgeous. Good luck with the Mandalorian.” She steps out of your room, moving to leave your house. You hesitate for a moment, then realize the absurdity of staying in bed. You launch the covers off and hurry after her, catching her in your front room.

“Wait, Frey-” She turns and immediately attempts to hide a laugh, and it’s in that moment that you realize you’re still completely naked. Your front room doesn’t have many street or alley facing windows, and the ones that are present are shuttered, thank Maker. “Take care of yourself? Watch out for the shitty people out there. Nevarro has plenty- I would know.”

Frey smiles one more time, approaching you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I will. Don’t worry.” With that, she turns around the corner and you hear the door hiss, opening and closing, and you’re suddenly left in your front room on a Friday morning after a hookup, butt-ass naked and in need of food. Dressing yourself in a pair of overalls and a t-shirt, nearly identical to your clothes the day before, you remember to eat something while you’re still at home before setting out to work, ensuring that you’re on time today. 

By the time you arrive, you’ve already mentally planned how you’re going to replace the radio in the Crest. It’s going to be tricky, but nothing will beat the wire connection you had to repair last night. It had taken you far too long and you regretted promising no droids- a mechanic droid would have that done in thirty seconds when it took you thirty minutes. 

You slip your headphones on as you enter your hangar, Mando having left another note on your desk, with the same scrawled handwriting, this time in red marker on unlined paper. 

Gone to Karga’s for a deal. Back by 12:00. Feel free to start working on the ship. Kid’s yours today, too.

You slide off one of the earpieces of your headphones as you walk up the ramp and see Grogu sitting in the pod, looking excitedly at you as you enter the ship. “Come on, Grogu. Let’s look at this radio.” Upon inspection, you grin knowing how easy the repair will be- likely less than three hours plus some calibration time, which Mando will have to be present for so you can get it connected to his helmet’s audio processing unit. Grabbing your rucksack of tools and your blowtorch, you begin unscrewing the current communication system from the dashboard, wiggling it free once the panel is disconnected. It’s a mess of wires, connections and unmarked cables, but the radio unit has the different wires labeled, and you begin wrapping paper tape around them and labeling them in accordance to their function, then clamping them to the dash so they don’t fall into the abyss of the ship’s inner workings. Grogu sits on the top of the dash, fiddling with a small necklace around his neck, and you notice that it’s a signet of the Mythosaur. Mando probably gave it to him, you realize, and your heart swells with endearment before you stifle the feeling once more. 

A certain song begins playing through your headphones, and you can’t help but yank the second earpiece back on, squeal and dance excitedly when you hear the first words of your all-time favorite song.

My inner child needs a bulletproof vest

And a phone that can’t text

And twenty years’ rest.

Build a bomb shelter

Bite a belt for the stress

Never know what’s next.

You sing along, the lyrics so familiar you could recite them without the background music. Your knee bounces to the heavy bass, and when the chorus hits, you lean back and close your eyes, spinning in the pilot's seat and belting out the high notes with everything in your body. When you spin back towards the front of the ship, Grogu is watching with a wide smile, waving his hands excitedly. You hold your screwdriver as if it was a microphone, singing to Grogu as if he was an audience. When you’re done with the chorus, you return to bouncing joyfully in your seat, all work set aside for the brief period of the song. As it concludes, you smile and set your tools back to work, pushing your left earpiece back so you can hear Grogu if he needs something. 

After two more hours of fiddling with wires, soldering irons, buttons, and screwdrivers, you smile victoriously as the radio connects with your test module- you didn’t fuck up any part of the annoyingly tedious process. 

You asked me if I want to get a tattoo

Dude, I fuckin’ barely even know you

Probably never ever gonna call you

But you make me wanna die

Yeah, your outfit is a crime

And I need an exit line

“You make me sick, you make me sick! I’m sick of it!” You drum your fingers on the dash before standing up when the chorus hits, jumping with a shriek as you see the Mandalorian standing there. How did he sneak up on you? You had one earpiece off and that armor looks ridiculously heavy and loud. “Maker, you scared me.” You pull both of your headphones off and let them rest around your neck, the music continuing before you press a button on the side and it pauses. 

“How did the repairs go? The radio works?” Damn, not even an apology? Cold. You shrug it off, however, hoping that he’ll pay you and get off this ridiculously hot planet and out of your mind so you won’t end up with your emotions in a twist anymore. 

“Yeah, it just needs a calibration to your helmet’s audio processing system and then you’re all good. Repairs are done.” He looks down at you, his helmet tilted in a way that makes your insides stir. “What?”

“That was fast. I thought you’d be needing to work into the afternoon, but clearly not.” His voice sounds slightly condescending, and you frown. 

“I thought Karga put in a good word for me,” you say, crossing your arms. “That hurts.” The Mandalorian remains silent, and you realize it’s time to move on from the topic. “Anyway, if you want to set your helmet to connect to the ship, I can make sure it connects and send you on your way.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” He taps a few buttons on his gauntlet and a small light illuminates, and you press a button on the radio to connect it to his helmet. A few seconds later, the light on the radio switches to blue, and his gauntlet beeps, signifying the secured connection. 

“Hang on, I’m going to double check it works two ways.” You grab your test radio and climb down the ladder to exit the ship, scurrying down the ramp. Once you’re out of earshot of the comm system, you press the button on the side of your test radio, raising it to just a few inches from your lips. “Can you hear me? Testing, check. Out.”

“I read you,” you hear through your radio, the Mandalorian’s voice clear as day. “You hear me?”

“Yeah,” you say, exhaling a sigh of relief. Nothing had been royally fucked up. “I hear you.” 

Twenty minutes later, you’ve been paid and his ship has left the hangar. 

Forty minutes later, you can’t focus on cleaning up, your thoughts constantly floating towards the Mandalorian- some thoughts socially acceptable, some very much not.

An hour later, you’re mindlessly doodling shapes onto the sheets of paper that litter your desk, mentally searching for a project and hoping for a customer. 

Five hours later, you’re cleaning off your desk, wiping away countless old bills and sheets of notes and to-do lists before you subconsciously tuck the notes Mando had left on your desk, hurried scribbly handwriting in red and blue pens, into the pocket of your overalls. 

Two days later, you can’t stop thinking about the wall of Beskar and how much he clearly cared about that weird little kid.

A week later, you’ve decided to stop eagerly throwing the covers off of your bed and scurrying to your hangar, decided to stop hoping to see the battered old ship landed in your domain each day.

A month later, despite your best efforts to forget the Mandalorian’s kindness and generosity to get his ship fixed (and his really cute kid,) you can’t help but let your shoulders sink a little bit more each morning when that hunk of metal isn’t sitting where you hope it’ll be. 

Two weeks after you go to Frey’s again in another fit of desperation, you slide open your doors awaiting an empty hangar once again, but there it is: the Crest you’ve been eagerly awaiting for months, a familiar and much welcomed sight to your eyes. 

What’s better, however, is how before the ramp is even fully descended after Mando sees you through the cockpit window and holds Grogu up, the small child waving eagerly at you before looking at his dad and pointing at you, the kid is running down the ramp and hopping off the end when it’s about a foot off of the ground, then beelining it straight for you. You dump your rucksack on your workbench and kneel down, picking up the small child and hugging him gently, smiling broadly. “Hey, Grogu! I missed you!” He laughs, a bright sound you immediately adore. Mando approaches the two of you and you hold out the kid, but he waves you off.

“I'll let you hold on to him for a while. He missed you,” says the gruff voice you've waited for what feels like eons to hear. “Think you can fix up the Crest again? You worked some magic on her last time because she's been running better than ever since you did your tinkering last time.” You grin, pride swelling in your chest. 

“Yeah, I can. What seems to need some love?” So he shows you, leading you in and around the ship, pointing out small repairs and wiring that needed handling, remaining by your side the whole thing as Grogu clutched to one of your fingers in his tiny hand. 

You agree to a price, he provides the parts, and you provide the expertise and labor. It's finished quicker than he expects, and before he knows it, he's flying back off of Nevarro, a slight tightness in his heart that he won't be hearing your voice or seeing your smile for who knows how long.

So every time he can, he returns to see you, making up some bullshit excuse about how his ship didn’t sound right, just needed a refuel, something needed recalibration- anything so he could see you. It isn’t something that goes unnoticed by you, but you wave it off as friendliness, even as you bite the collar of your sleep shirt to muffle your moans as you desperately try to get yourself off on your fingers each night after he leaves, curiosity about what the tall, brooding wall of walking Beskar was like sexually left to the confines of your bedroom under the cover of darkness. 

This routine, him making up an excuse and you fixing the nonexistent flaws in his ship, becomes something familiar, about six months passing of him visiting you every two weeks or so before it happened.

You open the door to your hangar and step through glancing at the Crest sitting in its usual place, taking off your blaster and setting it on your workbench. Mistake number one. You’d walked to the hangar with your headphones on in your own little world, having slept like shit and the kaffae you’d grabbed along the way hadn’t kicked in yet. Mistake number two. You close your eyes and let your head fall back on your shoulders, exhaling deeply, and letting yourself relax, even if for just a moment. Mistake number three. If Nevarro has taught you one thing, it’s that you should never let your guard down, even if you’re with someone you’d trust with your life. It’s only between songs that you hear the quiet beeping you think must be a trick of your ears. But when you look back to Squeaks, still sitting in its charging port, you see it: explosives. With a countdown timer reading three seconds.

Two seconds. Your eyes widen in panic as you try to run away from it as fast as you can, turning heel and running. 

One second. Your feet slam into the ground, heels burning as your arms pump and your throat burns in panic. Your stomach drops as you hear the final beep, and your eyes squeeze shut as you just take one more step, get that much farther away…

Boom.

[dawnrider]

For #WIP Wednesday I bring you a snippet of what I'm working on for @inuparentsday 2024! A modern AU with the lovely Izayoi discovering that the house she got for a steal in a great neighborhood was a steal for a reason...

Inspired by art by the delightful @heavenin--hell (Yes, that one.)

Snippet below the cut!

It was a good deal. In this housing market, one couldn’t turn their nose up at a great deal like this. So what if people said the furnace made odd noises. And the water heater growled when it was heating up. And the plumbing tended to clang and bump when the water went through it… Those were nothing when you took the price into account! She would have plenty to do the renovations she wanted to do. Fixing up the garden, painting the walls, eventually replacing the appliances… The neighborhood wasn’t even a “bad” one! Signing the paperwork, she had repeatedly felt like she was getting away with something very sneaky and that – at any point – someone was going to show up and tell her it was a mistake, that they had missed several zeros on the price and could she please come up with the remaining amount. Yet here she was, standing in front of her new front door to her new house in her new neighborhood in a new city. She let out a sigh of happiness as the lock turned with the key and the old door swung open with a creak. “Nothing a little WD-40 can’t fix,” she chirped. As she went through the house to look at it more closely, she started a mental checklist of the things that “just needed a coat of paint” or “a new set of hinges” and “maybe a new sink…” Her cheeriness faded some, but seeing the view from the upstairs sitting room and the balcony beyond it made it all worth it. Perched on one of the elevated neighborhoods that overlooked the main part of the city, she could see the ocean just beyond that. The sun set just beyond the horizon with the water often sparkling in the foreground. It was amazing. It was by far the most beautiful place she had ever lived in her entire life. One of the first things Izayoi did was set up her office in the sitting room. If she was going to continue to afford the mortgage on this house, no matter how small the payments were in comparison with her old house, she would need to make sure she could work. Part of that meant getting someone out to install her internet. Apparently there had never been anything all this time and there would need to be a fresh installation. Izayoi had that in her budget, but finding someone to actually do the work was proving a much greater challenge than she would have expected. “Yes, that’s the address,” she repeated. The operator hung up on her. “That was rude,” she muttered, staring at the receiver in her hand. She dialed the next number and was met with much the same treatment. Six more calls and she was running out of numbers in the yellow pages. Finally, someone at least told her why no one would listen past the address. “Lady, I don’t care if you’re willing to pay extra. That place is haunted and I’m not sending any of my guys in there.” “Wait… Seriously?” “Yea. No one here is gonna take that job. That’s why it’s never had a hookup. The only reason you got phone service is because the lines are on poles for that and it comes in through the roof.” “Please! If the phone lines are in that way, can’t you…” “No. Cable’s gotta go in through the ground and into the basement. City ordinance. So you either deal with dialup, or you get satellite.”

[mayra-quijotescx]

'why is this order delayed again this is impacting our scheduleeee'

this motherfucker really thinks I control the weather. If I controlled the weather, do you really think I would still be working in customer service? I would be ruling Houston like a tyrant right now. HPD would be completely disbanded, River Oaks would be a lake, and every business owner in a 50-mile radius would be forking up millions for public transit and social housing knowing that if they didn't, everything they ever loved would be under six feet of polluted floodwater. The arts budget would be visible from the Beltway. Houston Public Media would never have to fundraise again. The hurricane would have broken apart on contact with my fury and no one would have fucking died in the subsequent two weeks because no one would have lost power. Everyone on our streets right now would have an air-conditioned roof over their head and a full refrigerator and pantry. It'd be 75F and partly cloudy every day and we'd only get the rain we needed. METRO's upcoming expansion plans would blow your tits clean off. Does any of that look like it's happening? And I'm still here dealing with your whiny ass?

Sorry your fucking package got delayed.

[beyblaiddyd]

your job sounds wild. meetings and calls and nothing but. y'all make money somehow?

Haha I work at city hall as a budget analyst so we're not really in the business of total profit generation and just municipal administration/making just enough to support city services.

Right now we're working on developing the city budgets for next year (our fiscal year runs Oct-Sep, so we prepare budgets over summer to present a budget book to City Council and the public in August)

Usually at this time of year we have our City Managers Office meetings, where departments present their budgets to the city manager and talk about any notable changes in their program as well as communicating additional budget requests.

Ex: the Transportation Department (people who do the lights and markings) might want to implement a new program where they replace stop lights every 3 years instead of every 5 years to reduce staff overtime coming out for random maintenance events, so they ask for additional funding for that. Or for a real life example, the Trash Pickup Services might bring tires they pick up to a recycling center for processing, and that recycling center might start to charge more, so they have to ask for additional funding to cover that increased cost. Basically any change in city programs has to go through this - if the Library wants to implement new kiosks, if the street department wants to get new equipment for concrete repairs, if the building inspection department wants to implement a new fee for commercial roofing inspections - any change like that has gone through our funny Budget Review Process.

We do other stuff throughout the year (mostly actual analysis on spending, research on ways to reduce costs and manage budgets more effectively, creating spend plans for long term city goals like debt funding new libraries or Parks And Recreation Master Plans.

At this time of year we Usually have other stuff to do between meetings too but it has been collapsed because of our management deciding to try to cram everything into the shortest window possible. Imagine trying to discuss the entire cybersecurity infrastructure of the city in 45 minutes when it usually takes 2 hours ! And our municipal court is only getting 15 minutes this year... it's chaos !!!

Our old city manager just retired so this is our new guy's first real year at the helm so hopefully he'll take this as a learning experience and never ever ever do this to us again

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[probablyasocialecologist]

If we owe George Osborne anything, it is irrefutable empirical evidence that using the analogy of a credit card for a nation’s budget (along with inane “belt tightening” and “fixing the roof when it is sunny” metaphors) is a terrible basis for prudent fiscal policy. It is true that the Tories will leave scorched earth behind for the next government, with a budget dripping in red ink and a pitiful level of investment in the technologies and services the UK needs to escape a long-term slump. But this is precisely the reason why Labour must reject the austerian urges that, inevitably, spring from the credit card analogy.

[...]

The state’s budget is nothing like a credit card. As chancellor of the exchequer, your (tax) income is highly dependent on your (public) spending. Limit your spending and you have limited your income too. This is why the more Osborne slashed public spending in the 2010s, the more money he needed to borrow. By adopting the “maxed credit card” narrative, Reeves endorsed Osborne’s flawed logic and, indirectly, absolved the Tories for the wanton damage they have inflicted on a generation of Britons. Austerity, and the credit card analogy that provides its thin veneer of logic, is not just bad for workers and people in desperate need of state support during tough times; it also depresses investment. By hastening the stagnation of a society’s aggregate income, it signals to businesses that they would be mad to put money into building up the capacity to produce the output that society is too impecunious to buy. That’s how austerity undermined investment in Britain and that’s how it will annul Labour’s ambition to draw in private green investments, now that Reeves has ditched her modest green public investment plan, replacing it with wishful thinking that the private sector will, magically, make up the difference.

[thebrainofmae]

Please help save NYC’s public libraries!

If you haven’t heard, the latest (as of May 9, 2024) budget proposal for NYC includes a $58.3 million cut to NYC’s public library budget, which has already faced major cuts over the last few years. The last round of cuts caused libraries to end Sunday service and if this new one passes, it would mean even further reduced hours and programming.

There is a budget hearing on May 21 and in advance of it the libraries are asking people to sign letters to the Mayor’s office and the city council telling them not to cut funding. This is a new round of budget cuts and a new letter writing campaign, so even if you’ve previously signed one of these (thank you!) please sign again.

As we’re nearing summer, remember that public libraries will be, for many people, the only place to take refuge from the record breaking heat we’ve been having for the last few years. Remember that a public library is a roof that shelters you from the baking sun and the rain. Remember that a public library means a free public bathroom. Remember that this city is in the middle of a housing crisis, and that unhoused people make up a large percentage of library users. Remember that libraries offer services in multiple languages and programs for people who have newly arrived in this country. Remember that in a world that increasingly demands our use of technology, libraries have wifi and computers and outlets and tech help.

I do not mean to downplay the necessity of the library materials themselves—providing free access to books and DVDs and other materials is hugely important, but I do want to emphasize that in the world we live in now public libraries are essential for the basic functioning of this city.

I’m gonna tag @neil-gaiman because you’ve posted in support of public libraries before!

[sparkz-flyy]

Hollywood Studios Underestimated Taylor Swift And Are Losing Out On Millions

"Taylor Swift isn't just shaking it off: she's shaking things up in Hollywood with a bombshell deal that has reportedly left studios seething.

The pop icon is bringing her "Eras Tour" concert to theaters on October 13, and has made the radical move of cutting out the middleman — a Hollywood studio distributor like Disney, Paramount, or Universal— and making a deal directly with AMC Theatres to distribute the film on its screens, while also distributing in other theaters via a sub-distribution deal with Variance Films.

Here's why this is such a big deal. Traditionally there are three parties involved in bringing movies to theaters: the producer, the distributor, and the exhibitor. The first two are often housed under the same roof; for example, Disney owns Pixar Animation Studios (a production company) and also distributes Pixar movies by making deals with exhibitors (theaters). Box office ticket sales are then split between the exhibitors and the distributor, with the studio usually taking a bigger cut of opening weekends, and theaters taking a larger percentage later on in a movie's theatrical run.

Up until recently, there was a sharp dividing line between movie studios and theaters: studios were not allowed to own movie theaters, due to a landmark antitrust decision in 1949. But this decision was overturned in 2020, which means that Disney could now theoretically launch a chain of Disney theaters, and an exhibitor like AMC can get into the distribution game.

So, when the Swift family found Hollywood's studios seeking to control the when and where of "Eras Tour" hitting theaters (as is typical of a movie release), they instead turned to AMC Theatres, saying: "I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

Intentionally or not, this is a power move, and studios are reportedly angry about it. None of them have really capitalized on the opportunity to own their own movie theaters yet; they've been too focused on launching their streaming services, especially after the COVID-19 pandemic had everyone declaring that the cinematic experience was dead. But movie theaters rose up from the dead (they do it all the time) and have had a triumphant return this summer thanks to the twin powerhouses of "Barbie" and "Oppenheimer."

As the gatekeepers of major movie releases, studios hold a lot of power in this relationship. But, as it turns out, they don't hold any power over Taylor Swift.

According to a report by Puck News, the Swift family hired director Sam Wrench to shoot "Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour" for a budget of around $10-20 million, and were directly discussing distribution with studios. However, at least one distributor was thinking of a 2025 release, long after the live tour had ended, and the Swifts wanted it to play in theaters alongside the tour. So, they began negotiating directly with AMC Theatres CEO Adam Aron, put together a deal in secret over a number of weeks, and announced it without any of the studios getting a heads-up.

IndieWire reports that there's "major anger" at the studios over being blindsided by this news. According to Puck News, Universal Pictures is "extra-pissed." Not only was the studio considering picking up "Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour" for distribution, it's now had to move "The Exorcist: Believer" off its cool horror release date of Friday the 13th of October, to avoid getting crushed under Taylor's kitten heel."

Read More: https://www.slashfilm.com/1383696/hollywood-studios-taylor-swift-eras-tour-losing-millions/

[saeedmohammedsblog]

Unveiling Muscat's Malls: A Comprehensive Look at Shopping and Entertainment

Muscat, the capital of Oman, is a city that effortlessly blends traditional charm with modern sophistication. Among the many facets of this dynamic city, its shopping malls stand out as hubs of commerce, culture, and entertainment. These malls are more than just places to shop; they are social and cultural epicentres that offer a range of experiences to both locals and tourists alike. In this blog, we’ll take a comprehensive look at the malls in Muscat, exploring what makes them a must-visit for anyone in the city.

A Fusion of Tradition and Modernity

Malls in Muscat are unique in the way they reflect the city’s character—a perfect blend of tradition and modernity. The architecture of these malls often incorporates elements of Omani heritage, with grand arches, intricate carvings, and traditional motifs adorning the walls. Yet, inside, you’ll find all the trappings of modernity, from international brands to the latest in technology and entertainment.

Shopping: A World of Choices

When it comes to shopping, the malls in Muscat offer a world of choices. Whether you’re looking for high-end luxury items, local crafts, or everyday essentials, these malls have something for everyone. 

Luxury Shopping: For those who seek luxury, many of Muscat’s malls house flagship stores of international brands. Here, you can find the latest fashion trends, designer watches, jewellery, and more. The ambience in these luxury sections is often sophisticated, with personalised service that caters to the discerning shopper.

Local and Regional Brands: In addition to international brands, malls in Muscat also showcase a wide array of local and regional brands. These stores offer products that are unique to the region, from traditional Omani attire to locally crafted jewellery and souvenirs. Shopping here not only supports local businesses but also provides a deeper connection to the culture of Oman.

Affordable Shopping: Not all shopping in Muscat’s malls is about luxury. There are plenty of stores that cater to budget-conscious shoppers. From trendy yet affordable fashion to electronics and home goods, these malls offer great value for money. Seasonal sales and promotions further enhance the shopping experience, making it accessible to a broader audience.

Dining: A Culinary Journey

One of the highlights of visiting the malls in Muscat is the diverse culinary offerings. These malls are home to a wide range of dining options, from fast food to fine dining.

International Cuisine: The food courts and restaurants in Muscat’s malls bring together flavours from around the world. Whether you’re craving Italian, Chinese, Indian, or Middle Eastern cuisine, you’ll find it all under one roof. These dining spaces are perfect for a quick bite between shopping or a leisurely meal with family and friends.

Local Flavors: For those looking to experience Omani cuisine, many malls feature restaurants that serve traditional dishes. From succulent grilled meats to aromatic rice dishes and fresh seafood, these restaurants offer a taste of Oman’s rich culinary heritage.

Cafés and Dessert Shops: If you’re in the mood for something sweet, the malls in Muscat won’t disappoint. Numerous cafés and dessert shops offer everything from freshly brewed coffee to gourmet pastries and traditional sweets. These spots are ideal for taking a break from shopping and indulging in a treat.

Entertainment: More Than Just Shopping

Malls in Muscat are not just about shopping and dining; they are also major entertainment hubs. The variety of entertainment options ensures that there’s something for everyone, regardless of age or interest.

Cinemas: Many of Muscat’s malls feature state-of-the-art cinemas that screen the latest blockbusters. These cinemas offer a premium viewing experience with comfortable seating, advanced sound systems, and even VIP sections. Whether you’re a movie buff or just looking for a fun way to spend an evening, the cinemas in Muscat’s malls are a great option.

Family Entertainment Centers: For families with children, the malls in Muscat offer numerous entertainment centres that cater to younger visitors. These centres often include arcades, soft play areas, and interactive games that provide hours of fun. Some malls even have indoor amusement parks with rides and attractions for all ages.

Events and Exhibitions: Throughout the year, Muscat’s malls host a variety of events and exhibitions. These can range from fashion shows and cultural performances to art exhibitions and seasonal festivals. These events add an extra layer of excitement to the mall experience and often provide a platform for local talent to showcase their work.

Convenience and Accessibility

One of the key advantages of Muscat’s malls is their convenience and accessibility. Located in various parts of the city, these malls are easily reachable by car or public transportation. They also offer ample parking space, making them a hassle-free destination for shoppers.

Services and Amenities: The malls in Muscat are equipped with a wide range of services and amenities to enhance the visitor experience. These include everything from currency exchange and ATMs to concierge services and information desks. For families, many malls offer stroller rentals and baby-changing facilities, ensuring a comfortable visit for everyone.

Safety and Security: The safety and security of visitors are top priorities in Muscat’s malls. Security personnel are present throughout the premises, and many malls have implemented advanced surveillance systems to ensure a safe environment. Additionally, the cleanliness and upkeep of these malls are maintained to high standards, providing a pleasant and secure atmosphere for all.

A Social Hub

Beyond shopping, dining, and entertainment, malls in Muscat serve as important social hubs. They are places where people come together, whether for a casual meet-up with friends, a family outing, or a business meeting. The diverse offerings of these malls mean that there’s something for everyone, making them a go-to destination for both residents and visitors.

Conclusion: A Must-Visit in Muscat

In summary, the shopping centres in Muscat serve as more than mere retail spaces; they play a vital role in the social and cultural landscape of the city. With their blend of traditional and modern elements, diverse shopping and dining options, and extensive entertainment facilities, these malls offer a comprehensive experience that appeals to a wide audience. Whether you’re a local looking for a convenient place to shop and relax, or a tourist eager to explore Muscat’s modern attractions, the city’s malls should be on your list of places to visit.