#note theres no REAL water conservation anyway

[jjkeremika]

Conserve Water; Shower in Pairs

description: reiner joins your shower

pairing: reiner x you, reiner x fem!reader (reiner braun, aot/snk)

smutttttttyyy

You were startled when the door opened, some water droplets flaking off you from the sudden jolt. “Reiner?” you called out to the steamy bathroom air, holding your breath.

“Yes, love?” Reiner hummed, his soothing voice immediately settling the uneasiness in your stomach. You relaxed and continued rubbing the soap suds into your upper arms.

You exhaled deeply, smiling. “Nothing, just making sure it was you.”

He hummed in response and continued shuffling behind the curtain. Then the curtain was pulled to the side, exposing half the tub. Water droplets bounced off the side of the tub and splattered into daughter droplets, scattering across the tile.

Your body shivered from the cold air, from the steam rapidly escaping into the room. “Reiner!” you called, the surprise flooding your voice as he stepped inside.

You swallowed heavily when you peered over to where he was standing, where he was entering the tub, naked. His broad chest and shoulders blocked the light, casting a cool shadow over your wet-hot skin.

“What?” he asked innocently, closing the curtain behind him, the muscles in his arm poking out, steam rolling over the strong tissue. “You always say we need to conserve water.”

The blood rushed to your cheeks and, from the smug smirk plastered on Reiner’s face, you knew the blush was visible. Your skin was hot, exposed to hot water and hot air and the body heat radiating from just how close he was to you.

The water pounded at your back as he shrugged, his bare shoulders rounded, his chest expanding, his biceps flexing, the veins in his wrists popping out. You could feel yourself salivate, could feel the additional heat of him staring at you, thriving at your blatant adoration.

“Besides,” he continued before you could speak, snaking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. You gasped and your eyes widened as you felt his half-hard cock against your hip. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” He tilted his neck down and brought his hand to your chin, raising your head to meet his. “That’s why I need to shower,” he whispered.

He kissed you mid-breath, leaving you partly dizzy as his lips slid against yours, as his saliva swirled with yours.

Reiner's hands were gliding down your back, the stimulating sensation multiplied by the steady stream of hot water, light streams following the natural curve in your spine, collecting on large, scarred hands.

His lips moved to your ear, lightly taking the lobe into his mouth, between his teeth. "Mind if I take the water?"

By that you knew he meant switch spots under the showerhead.

You pulled away and made eye contact. "Let me just move out of the way," you said flirtily, bending your knees. You knelt down until your knees touched the tub floor, eye level with the deep, defined V, like an arrow marking his strong erection.

His blue eyes twinkled with awe at the bold maneuver, the sky-blue quickly disappearing behind tight eyelids as the palm of your hand lightly pressed to the side of his upright shaft, neatly wrapping your fingers around the thick girth.

"Ahh," Reiner moaned, tilting his head back, as you engulfed the thick tip into your mouth, wrapped it around your tongue. You pushed further a few more inches before pulling back, mimicking the same motion with your hand. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."

His hips rocked into your mouth and you released your grip, moving both of your hands to his built thighs, watching the water droplets trace the muscle flexion in your peripheral.

"Oh, fuck," Reiner groaned as his hips sped up, a few more inches entering your mouth, the tip pounding into the back. Your fingernails dug into his thighs, sure to leave slight red and purple indents in his clean skin.

Then he rapidly pulled off, gasping for air, his hand immediately reaching for his cock. "Please, baby, let me--" Your hand joining his on his cock, quickly following his rhythm, sucked the air from his lungs, making his heart beat speed up.

"Yeah, yeah, you can come on my tits," you answered his question, chuckling lightly because it was just a little funny, how desperately he always wanted to, how excited he became whenever you said yes.

Your hand lazily joined his while your mouth nipped at the skin near his hips, smiling and sucking in air as soon as a hot viscous fluid touched your sensitive skin, as soon as you heard Reiner moan out your name.

As you stood up, both of you reached to wipe the fluid off your chest, Reiner's method being to cup your breasts and scoop it up.

"You just want to feel me up," you laughed, moaning softly as his palms slid across your now lubricated nipples.

"God, yes," he moaned out in agreement, "I find you beyond sexy." Two fingers pinched your nipple. The other hand lightly traced down your side. He moved onto his knees, lowering you with him, the water now falling against the back of the tub.

Reiner knelt over you until you were sitting down with your back was against the cool tub. He kissed you quickly before traveling down your stomach, fondling both breasts as his lips kissed in a straight line.

His hands held onto the undersides of your soft thighs and squeezed, lifting you off the tub floor. Your legs scrambled for footing as Reiner tucked his nose between your legs, his tongue quickly retracing the same pattern that made you scream last night.

The noise of the water hitting the back tub drowned out the noise of Reiner hungrily lapping and sucking on your clit, occasionally biting your uppermost thigh to hear the sharp squeal that left your lips.

He loved that the most, the noises you'd make. It was fun, finding out what made you squeal versus moan, gasp versus scream, inhale versus airless panting.

As he confidently flicked his tongue and removed one hand, supporting you with just one arm as the other hand joined his tongue, listening to the breathless pleas for more, he promised himself he'd learn them all during your lifetime together.

#conserve water shower together ;) #reiner braun #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reiner x reader #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x fem!reader #reiner x fem!reader #reiner x you #aot reiner #snk reiner #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao #reiner smut #in 'stay' the eremika drabble i wrote theres an encounter where reiner smirks bc things are going his way yeah this is what i was alluding #you are going his way #note theres no REAL water conservation anyway

[edwad]

“labor is the source of all wealth.”

to start with, the pretty obvious nod being attempted here is toward marx’s theory of value and the related notion of surplus value, but to quote marx himself from one of the first lines of the critique of the gotha programme, “labor is not the source of all wealth.”

the reasoning he gives is that wealth is conceived of as being material wealth, that is, use-values. marx goes on to say “Nature is just as much the source of use values (and it is surely of such that material wealth consists!) as labor, which itself is only the manifestation of a force of nature, human labor power.” in c1.1.2 he says something similar: 

“Use-values like coats, linen, etc., in short, the physical bodies of commodities, are combinations of two elements, the material provided by nature, and labour... When man engages in production, he can only proceed as nature does herself, i.e. he can only change the form of the materials. Furthermore, even in his work he is constantly helped by natural forces. Labour is therefore not the only source of material wealth, i.e. of the use-values it produces. As William Petty says, labour is the father of material wealth, the earth is its mother.” (p133-4, penguin edition)

but even more can be said than that. outside the realm of purely concrete articles and into the realm of value, that abstract quantitative form of wealth, there are commodities which are bought and sold without any value bound up in them. at the end of c1.1.1, marx gives the following examples: “Air, virgin soil, natural meadows, unplanted forests, etc.” clearly people can still own these, which shows that they are materially wealthy despite the fact that these commodified products of nature are untouched by human labor, but more importantly they can be priced without any reference to their labor costs or a marxian value theory in general. this means that money can be made off of the sale of such commodities without any physical intervention. this might be a purely fictitious transaction and considered peripheral to the “real economy” of industrial production (often contrasted with the “FIRE” sectors: finance, insurance, real estate), but it happens nonetheless and people can be made wealthier (in both senses) because of it. 

“to make a profit, a capitalist must sell a product for more than what it cost to pay the laborers that produced the product.”

this is true, but it doesnt mean much, in terms of the difference between the two amounts, yes the price of a day’s worth of products has to be more than a day’s worth of wages in order to afford to reproduce the commodity the next day, but labor is not the only cost. the capitalist also often has to pay rent to the landlord, taxes to the state, and for all sorts of other things which do not necessarily figure into the value of the commodity but do factor into its price. much of this can still be understood in terms of the distribution of surplus value, but often without reference to the living labor which is directly producing commodities for this capitalist today. 

there is also a whole world of “unproductive labor” which, to use the terminology of the physiocrats, would be considered “sterile” in that they are, as far as price-formation is concerned, only a cost, but as far as profiteering goes, a necessary one.

the above sentence is crude and almost suggests that the only cost to production is wages, which is cartoonish and obviously untrue. this is the sort of stuff that makes people assume we know nothing about economics, and if this is what we’re putting out into the public eye, we’re only making ourselves look bad.

“the laborers do not get paid the full value of their labor.”

this, again, is trying to emulate the rhetoric of exploitation in the marxian sense, but it completely misses the point. one of marx’s most important contributions in his critique is his assertion that workers dont sell labor, but rather their labor-power (their capacity to do labor, rather than its actual concrete output). a burger flipper gets paid the same wage for each hour of work, whether the restaurant is busy or not. the number of burgers put together have no effect on the hourly rate. it is clear from this that laborers do not get paid the full value of their output (sometimes they would actually make less if this were the case!), but marx’s critical point is that this doesnt come about through some sort of bizarre imbalance in the wage-form, where workers are structurally underselling their commodity, labor-power. in fact, exploitation can occur without any infringement of the laws of commodity exchange. the wage can be perfectly equal to the value of labor-power, and therefore workers could receive the full value for their commodity in its sale, whose use-value is to create more value for its buyer. marx makes this crystal clear in c1.7.2:

“The use-value of labour-power, in other words labour, belongs just as little to its seller as the use-value of oil after it has been sold belongs to the dealer who sold it. The owner of the money has paid the value of a day’s labour-power; he therefore has the use of it for a day, a day’s labour belongs to him. On the one hand the daily sustenance of labour-power costs only half a day’s labour, while on the other hand the very same labour-power can remain effective, can work, during a whole day, and consequently the value which its use during one day creates is double what the capitalist pays for that use; this circumstance is a piece of good luck for the buyer, but by no means an injustice towards the seller.” (p301, my emphasis)

what this amounts to isnt really a marxian view (and if it were to be restated in marxian terms it would be hardly revolutionary, considering “exploitation” for marx isnt really a moral concept in and of itself) but rather a ricardian socialist view, which generally suggests workers get full remuneration even of value-added, where laborers WOULD get paid the full value of their labor, but this isnt what marx wanted and it isnt what anybody working in the marxian tradition should want. the political future we ought to have in mind isnt simply a fairer system of distribution (inseparable from the mode of production anyway) but rather the destruction of capitalism and the value-structure itself. to quote marx again, 

Instead of the conservative motto: “A fair day's wage for a fair day's work!” they ought to inscribe on their banner the revolutionary watchword: “Abolition of the wages system!"

it ought to be clear that the concern for the full value of our labor has some truth to it but is misplaced and often practically misleading. 

“profit is unpaid labor.”

as I already noted above, the system is much more complex than the crude labor-capital dynamic which this sort of logic rests on, and you can definitely talk about the ways in which modern profiteering has changed to include things like financialization, monopoly pricing, and the commodification of products nature, all of which will have some effect on profits outside of the realm of labor-time, but theres even more to say about the indirect link between surplus labor and profit-making. 

its important to recognize that a worker who spends 10 hours producing knick-knacks, and whose daily wage is paid from the first 6 hours, has expended 4 hours of surplus labor over the 6 hours of necessary labor in order to reproduce themselves. the source of profit is generally located in this gap, and this is what marx termed “exploitation”. however, the very existence of the gap doesnt automatically mean that this surplus labor is converted into surplus value which is sold for an equivalent profit, or even a profit at all. its more than possible that, although the laborer was paid for the value of 6 hours rather than the full 10, the capitalist is unable to sell the knick-knacks at all and force a profit. much of the labor, at least in the terms set out here, would be considered unpaid, but there would be no profit in sight. 

conclusion

what all this means is that there is a certain level of crudeness in anti-capitalist propagandizing which actually muddies the water more than it clears it. theres something to be said about avoiding jargon and over-complicating things, but oftentimes theres also plenty of danger in over-simplifying things, effectively obscuring all complexities and actually doing more damage than not. the outcome often makes us look dishonest or seriously ignorant, and therefore undeserving of serious consideration. i dont think we need to say all of this in a single image with bold font, but we ought to at least attempt to make our views sound somewhat realistic. otherwise, we’ll always be losing to the much more effective propaganda machines which have been set against us from the very beginning. 

#communism