#WILL BE THERE ANYTIME BUCK NEEDS HIM BUT HE'S LITERALLY LONGING AND I CANT DO THIS I REALLY CANY

[p4nishers]

eddie not holding eye contact with buck in the truck but starting at him longingly the moment he looks away is just so queer pinning of him

[handcoversheart-76]

Peter starts wearing these sweaters- big and soft and warm. The sleeves hang a little bit past his wrists and the material has all of these little fuzzy lint balls, so when he steps into the sunlight that's streaming from the window he looks like he's glowing. Sometimes he'll wear one that's off-white and he'll look like the swirl of Sam's french vanilla latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon that he gets in an early morning (just a coffee with a little milk for Peter though), and sometimes he'll wear one that's dark green and rich, making the depth in his brown eyes widen and the intensity in his face deepen when he's lost in thought.

Sam spends a lot of time looking at Peter now. More than he did before. And he looked at him a lot before. He's not even ashamed to admit it. It's one of his official pastimes now- work on American Vandal with Peter, talk to Gabi about Peter, and look at Peter while he wears his sweaters.

He spends a lot of time wondering about Peter too.

He wonders whether Peter's sweaters are actually as soft as the seem in the glow of the morning. He wonders if the inside is scratchy against the skin- or maybe it's fuzzy like the Sherpa pullovers Gabi and her friends wear. He wonders about the warmth collected there, about the way Peter will stand when he's deep in thought, his arms crossed, hands tucked under his own armpits, chewing at his bottom lip. He wonders whether the sweater smells like him at the end of the day- like old books stored in a library and eraser shavings and vanilla from the servings of his mom's tres leches that he brought in to split with Sam at lunch.

"-television light will make the film seem crisp, but we don't want the subjects to look like they're undergoing a surgery," Peter is saying, flipping through ring light options. A bulb busted on their old one- they've been placing bets on it to see how long it'd last. Sam said at least a week. Peter said three days. Giving over ten bucks for losing was worth it when Peter did that knowing little tsk at him that makes Sam's stomach flutter. "Maybe we can try something softer to change things up. Make things seem more inviting."

Sam absently wonders if Peter's philosophy works with clothing too- the softer the better.

It certainly serves to make things more inviting.

"-or, I don't know, harsh is cool, I mean, we want to be taken seriously, right?"

Sam has just enough mind to make a noise of agreement. Only half of him is paying attention. the other half is wondering whether Peter's neck is warm under the collar of his coffee colored sweater. maybe if Sam tucked his fingers under there, pressed against the warm skin, nudged against the beating pulse that's hidden away-

"-maybe I'll buy an elephant lamp and put it right in the middle of the room by the subject's feet so that when we film there's an elephant silhouette going across their faces."

Sam blinks. "What?" He croaks.

Peter glares halfheartedly. "I knew you weren't listening. Should I go light shopping by myself? Cause i wouldn't mind cashing this in as an spam favor."

Sam flushes, shaking his head, knocking his brain back on track. "I- no, I'm listening. Save your spam for this weekend or something cause I want to clock mine in for the week of winter break."

"The week of winter break?" Peter frowns. "What type of favor are you gonna ask for?"

Sam's mouth moves faster than his brain does, and he goes, "I might be cold."

"Y- you might be cold?"

"Yes." Sam says blankly. He wants to pass away. "Cold. That is what I will be on the week of winter break. Maybe. Possibly."

"Are you planning to be cold or is this just-" Peter cuts himself off, interrupting his own line of thinking the way that he does sometimes and Sam, not for the first time, wants to kiss his nose. "How am I supposed to help you with this?"

"Sweaters." And that's the only thing that comes out of his stupid, gay mouth.

Oh god.

Peter's nose wrinkles. "You mean my sweaters?"

Sam just nods miserably. He's so far down. He might as well keep digging.

"You..." Peter falters, squints, tilts his head like a Labrador puppy. "You want to cash in your favor by asking my for my sweaters when you're cold?"

"You always look really warm?" Sam says, voice rising and making it a question. It's the only excuse he can think of, sue him.

Peter is quiet for a moment. Thinking. Sam is also thinking. He's thinking about how quickly he could get out of this situation if he stood up, went over to the window, unlocked it and just pitched himself out face first. It would be fine he decides. He'd plead a bout of insanity and then Peter will write off this whole sweater spiel as a figment of Sam's mental break and everything will be like it never happened.

Besides, a broken face is better than a bout of embarrassment. A broken face would only last for, what, a year and some change tops? Embarrassment lasts for a lifetime.

Sam is still mulling over his window plan when peter peels off his sweater- which, oh my god malfunction, malfunction, there is a brief flash of skin right in front of Sam, oh my god- and chucks it at Sam. Sam fumbles to catch it, blinking with huge eyes.

Peter looks a little bit red as he adjusts his tee. "There- uh- so you don't have to waste your favor on being cold."

"oh." Sam doesn't dare look down at the sweater in his hands. "Um. Thank you."

Peter nods jerkily, eyes drifting to the side. "Don't mention it. Anyway, so- the light-"

And Peter turns away, determinedly moving right along while Sam is still stuck where he is, stuck in that moment. He turns his gaze down at the sweater in his hands, fingers clenching around the heavy wool. Peter is still talking and Sam is not paying attention, now overcome with the need to pull the sweater over his head as quickly as possible, like he'd be able to feel Peter still in it if he tried. When he does, he finds that the inside is soft like he expected, and the warmth of it melts into Sam’s bones- but the whole of it all was realizing yes, Peter is sugar sweet like homemade cakes and dusty from the morning show storage room and Sam thinks he's drunk off of this- really, it's almost too much to have.

Peter turns back around and for a brief moment Sam thinks he's been caught. Not just not paying attention, but also actively pining like a true weirdo of a best friend- smelling the sweater is going to be the final straw, he's sure of it, this is just getting pathetic now-

But Peter just pauses, eyes wide, a strange look on his face. "Oh." he says, like that is supposed to mean something to Sam.

"Pete?" He questions carefully. "You okay? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Yes!" Peter says, and it comes out strangled. "No! I mean- I mean, yes, I'm okay and no I will not pass out. Maybe. Um- you- you're- uh- are you warm now?"

Sam nods. "Yes. Very. This is- it's a nice sweater."

"You should keep it." Peter blurts. "It looks better on you."

Sam highly doubts that, but Peter has never seen himself walk into the morning show film room with that one black braided turtleneck, cheeks colored and half of his face tucked away from the cold. Peter has never seen himself take a break from researching to stretch up to the sky so far that the hem creeps up to show his stomach. Peter doesn't know that Sam thinks about slipping his cold hands under there, brushing along the plains of warm skin that he can only steal glances of.

"I don't think-" Sam goes to say but Peter is shaking his head, throat working.

"No really, and uh, borrow my sweaters anytime you need to. Any of them. All of them." He finishes, looking half mortified and half like he was impulsed to say this- like if he didn't get it out it would be rattling around in his head for days.

"When I'm cold?" Sam clarifies.

"When you're cold."

"Well, I should say, I get cold a lot." Sam says slowly. "Like, very often. Annoying often."

"It wouldn't be annoying." Peter reassures. "And I've got lots of sweaters- I can't wear them all at once. We can- we can share them."

Sam nearly passes out right then and there. The thought of tugging at Peter's sleeve in the middle of working and having him peel it off right then and there to give to him is- it's very-

well, Gabi would say that's very boyfriend-ish Sam in that tone she takes sometimes. Her, i-cant-believe-youre-sitting-here-pining-at-me-instead-of-going-and-talking-to-him, tone.

"That sounds good." Sam manages. And he manages to not sound too excited or lovesick or absolutely mental- just a normal, regular, casual tone for all the normal, regular, casual things that are happening. It's all good.

"Good." Peter says, and he also sounds normal and regular and casual. His arms are bare because Sam is wearing his sweater and Sam might be a little bit high on the feeling but it's okay, this can just be another normal, regular causal thing that they do. Exchanging clothes just like actual boyfriends do- literally no big deal.

And yeah, maybe he might call Gabi later to scream but that's normal and regular and casual too. It is all good. Seriously.

For now, he just slides off the desk and joins Peter at the computer, letting their shoulders brush and then just- not moving away. Peter kind of sways a little like he's dizzy but nudges back and presses there.

"So, this elephant light-" Sam says, glowingly happy and brilliantly lucky. He's got Peter and a new sweater and a crush that makes his head all scrambled and his chest a mess. "That doesn't have to just be a joke-"

"Sam, I'm going to kill you, honestly."

~ gifted to @grasslandgirl and @aberfaeth bc this fandom is how you met and that is the most adorable thing ever

[subidol]

Jaemin NSFW A-Z

Warning: 00 LINE SMUT! DON’T LIKE DON’T READ!

THIS IS MY OPINION BTW!!

SORRY FOR MISTAKES I DIDN’T CHECK LOL.

FML IF I FORGOT A LETTER 

A- Aftercare

Na Jaemin is amazing at giving aftercare. Firstly, he’d just cuddle with you for a few minutes, stroking your hair peacefully. If you didn’t fall asleep already, he’d definitely get up and make you a hot drink. He might run a bath for the two of you, where he’d already decorated the bathroom with petals and candles. It’d be so cheesy but thats Nana for you. Then to settle you back to sleep after a long round, he’ll sing you to sleep quietly, kissing your forehead every once in a while.

B- Body (Your favourite part of his body and his favourite part of yours)

Well, i can’t exactly guess your favourite part of Jaemin’s body, but i sure as hell love his arms.

Like...how dare he attack you like this?? They may not be the most muscled arms in NCT, but they are nicely toned and you just adore laying your head on them, and giving his shoulders and biceps kisses. His favourite body part of yours is most likely your cheeks (face cheeks lmao); he loves squishing them and kissing them, pinching them, you name it. But he also loves your breasts, whether they’re big or small, because he wants to reassure you that he loves them. Also uses them as pillows ehehe.

C- Cum

When you’re comfortable, and on the pill, he prefers coming inside of you since he feels it is very intimate. However, he knows how risky it is so he will only do this every once in a while. He’d be really tidy though. His pullout game is strong lol. 

D- Dirty Secret

Secretly up for having a threesome/foursome with either Jeno or Jeno and Renjun. But we all knew that, didn’t we? Only if you were up for it though.

E- Experience (how experienced they are)

Obviously, Jaemin is an experienced flirter, but hasn’t has much experience with sex, since he’s only just legal. My belief is that he’s probably had blowjobs, fingered a girl, etc but never gone too far. However, i believe he’d be a natural in bed. Freaking perfect at eating you out, cockwarming, and doing all the right things to turn you on. Thrusts like a god. 

F- Favourite Position

It depends on the mood, but he likes it when you ride him, since he gets a nice view of your face and breasts bouncing up and down. He does enjoy missionary though, since Jaemin likes to take control over the situation so you don’t have to worry about anything. He will never try positions you weren’t comfortable with. If you were up for it, he’d try anything new if that’s what you wanted cause he’ll literally do anything for you.

G- Goofy

Jaemin is like a lightswitch; one moment hes all giggly and cute, but as soon as you get into bed he’s as serious and sexy as ever. He doesn’t want to ruin the hot mood. He’ll be really romantic though- constantly asking you if you’re okay or if you want him to go slower or faster. 

H- Hair

He keeps it messy, but not too uneven. His hair tends to stick to his neck when he sweats, so just like he would practice a choreography,his hair would be all over the place when you’d get intimate, too, which you didn’t mind.

I- Intimacy

Jaemin loves being romantic and sees sexual acts as a way to bond passionately as well as expressing how much he trusts and wants you. He’s the type to lay rose petals on the bed or in the bath. Might even leave you cute little notes leading to the bed, where he’d be laying, waiting for you.

J- Jack Off

Nana probably masturbates quite a lot, since he’s a hormonal teenager, what else can i say. Honestly, he’ll just think of you as the one who is feeling him up, as he touches himself. Probably does it after fan meets, performances and practice, which makes him feel really turned on after hours of hard work.

K- Kink

Hmm...Nana seems like the type to have a thing to be dominant (not that he wouldn’t like being submissive) but not to the level of bondage, daddy kink, etc. Idk, he just seems too sweet and caring to ever tie you up or degrade you, even if its what you really wanted. He seems like the type to adore body worship and leaving hickies/scratches. He’d love leaving hickies on your neck, but would make sure not to go too rough unless you said so. No matter what, Nana lives for scratches on his back. Gripping his hair and raking your nails down his backis HIS THING OKAY. HE FUCKING LOVES IT COME @ ME.

L- Location (Favourite place to have sex)

The bed- it’s the most comfy, and all Nana cares about is your comfort, what a sweetie. I think he’d never have sex in public, but might finger you underneath the table or something. Loves bath sex too, since the water’s warm and has a nice aroma, which hightens the mood. 

M- Motivation (Turn Ons)

Seeing you in frilly clothes. I feel like he’d be attracted to lighter coloured clothes on you, like white and pink? Definitely gets him hard. Will like it when you play a  little hard to get, since he adores teasing you. Plus, if you rake your hands through his hair, squeeze his thigh and biting his ear, etc...you’re getting him worked up with those dangerous fingertips. When he really needs you, he ends up sexting you. A lot. Especially in class so be prepared lmao.

N- No (Turn Offs)

Strange kinks. They aren’t romantic. Things like foot fetish. Erm..yeah he isnt into it. He doesn’t like degrading, whether receiving or giving. He wouldn’t understand why you’d want to call each other such horrible names.

O- Oral

Jaemin, when receiving, is a whole hot mess. With his head thrown back, sweat covering his body, and his arm over his eyes, he looks fucking delicious.When hes giving oral, he literally will do anything to hear your cute moans, which often leads to him making you feel extreme pleasure. This boy is perfect at giving and putting on a show when receiving.

P- Pace

If you’re not the one setting the pace, then he prefers to keep it steady. Not slow exactly, but not speedy either. He wants to make sure you feel him, and he stretches you in all the right places. He loves slowly kissing you as he thrusts, but will end up bucking his hips and going faster when he’s building up to his climax. It’s not hard to tell when Jaemin’s close to an orgasm. He’ll mutter out things like ‘I love you, Princess.’ or just will simply let out a string of moans and pull you closer.

Q- Quickies

Jaemin’s the type to really crave quickies. Anytime really. However, if you’re not a fan of them, he’ll give himself major sexual frustration, and will eventually beg you to suck his cock later when the two of you are alone. But they’ve happened in recording studios MANY times before. 

R- Risk (His comfort zone)

He does enjoy doing it in front of other members, but doing it secretly, like underneath the blankets or something. Anything like knife or blood play is a big NO. He will NEVER take the risk. As i’ve said before, Jaemin likes cumming inside of you. He won’t ever do it without your permission though.

S- Stamina (How many rounds)

Jaemin thinks that one round is enough, but he’ll do other stuff with you after. Make out, spoon, give you hickies and will then give you a bath or watch tv you you. He likes to make the first round last, and for it to be as perfect as possible, which wouldn’t be a problem since hes amazing at sex.

T- Toy (His favourite sex toys)

Doesn’t mind vibrators being used on him, but finds it addicting when they’re used to torment you. Especially when you’re studying. He’d turn it on ad off repeatedly, getting you hot and bothered while in your lessons.

U- Unfair (How they tease you)

Nana is a whole tease. He’s a brat, okay? He’s a playful, teasing bratty switch who most of the time gets challenged for dominance because you plan on giving him a hard time for all of his flirting and relentless teasing. He does shit like wear sleeveless shirts on purpose, and biting his lip waaay too many times. Winks often and generally gives you the ‘I know you want to fuck me’ look. Also, Jaemin has a habit of getting you jealous by flirting with fans- you fucking hate that.

V- Volume (How vocal they are)

He struggles to be quiet sometimes, especially when you kiss and suck his body, near his arousal. Whines like hell when you scratch down his back and kiss his jawline. He tries to make his moans pretty and loud, since he knows its a turn on for you. Nana isn’t afraid about letting you know how good you make him feel. Always breathes heavily after his release, which is even hotter.

W- Wild Card (Author’s Choice)

Jaemin wouldnt be nervous having sex at all. The only time he might slightly panic is when it’s your first time. He wants the experience to be as pleasurable as possible, but then again, he is very confident, so there’d be no need to worry. He’d be extremely honoured if he was your first, and would prepare the entire thing leading up to it. He’s so sweet and gentle.

X- X-ray (Their Package)

You’re fucking welcome. I don’t own the vid.

Y- Yearning (Sex Drive)

Jaemin has a high sex drive, what can i say? He craves for your touch 24/7, and constantly thinks of fucking you at the most random of times. Touches himself twice a day when you’re not around, watches porn like any other boy, and looks at pictures of you. It takes a lot of courage for him to NOT fuck you in the dorm rooms.

Z- ZZZ (How fast they fall asleep after)

Nana falls asleep so fast. He has such energy before and during sex but as soon as he reaches his climax, hes exhausted from all the stimulation. All he’d want to do is cuddle with you after. Make sure you get him up at the right time though...or another member will. Eek.

Hope you enjoyed!

fuck this took ages

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Do Me a Favor

Master List

The storm clouds filled the sky as you walked slowly down the back alleys. After everything that had been happening recently, your entire body just felt empty. Your mother had just passed, your boyfriend had broken up with you, only to confess his love for your best friend, and so many other things that continued to pile up.

You were hoping someone would jump out of the shadows and attack you, just to feel that rush of fear, but it seemed even the unsavory types had gone away to hide from the biting wind and looming storm. To your luck, however, there seemed to be a group of large burly men crowded around a van just a few streets ahead of you. You opened your wallet, finding a 20 dollar bill inside and concocted your plan.

"Hey. You." You called to one of the larger men, who was wearing a mesh shirt and leather pants. He turned to you, a bright smile on his face which quickly turned to confusion when he saw your disheveled state. He was pretty cute, you couldn't even deny that, but he looked strong enough to do some real damage.

"Me?" He asked, making you nod as you fished the knife out of your pocket.

"Yeah. Do me a favor," You tossed him the knife which he fumbled with but caught. "Mug me, I want to feel something."

"Woah, what?" He asked, still cupping the knife in both hands.

"Just come at me with the knife." You gestured to the weapon in his hand. "I'll pay you 20 bucks. Cash." He looked down at his hands, letting out a small shriek and dropping it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Someone shouted.

"Are you out of your mind?" Another yelled.

"Hyungwon, Minhyuk, stop." The man you had been talking to ordered. He never broke eye contact with you as he set his large hands on your shoulders. "I'm not going to attack you. There are other things you can feel than fear or adrenalin." You stared at him in shock, heart beginning to flutter.

"I-I..." You had no idea how to react. This huge, beefy guy was a total sweetheart, there had to be some catch.

"Why don't you guys head home?" He told his friends. "I'll buy you a drink." He smiled warmly at you and you attempted to calm your racing heart.

"Hey keep us updated man." One of them asked, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Anything happens and we'll make an appearance." The second largest man told him, climbing into the passenger seat of the van.

"No worries, I'm sure I'll be fine." The buff guy smiled at you, making your heart literally stop. He bent down as the van drive off, picking up the knife and pocketing it. "Come along." He held out a hand, the soft smile never leaving his face.

You honestly could have cried.

You would have been perfectly happy to sit in silence but he had other plans. After buying you a large glass of something strong and fruity, he proceeded to talk your ear off.

"I'm Lee Hoseok, my friends call me Wonho. I'm a singer and dancer in a band, we play here most nights. The two that freaked out were Hyungwon, the tall one with the long dark hair, and Minhyuk, the shorter one with the strong jawline." He chattered. He talked about everything from his music career to the subjects he was studying in college, to the feeling you get when you walk in the rain.

"Alright, what's the catch." You blurted. He abruptly stopped talking, staring at you in shock.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at you with big puppy eyes.

"I mean, you're handsome, you're nice, you just bought a random stranger, who literally asked you to stab her, a drink. What's the catch? You gonna drug me? Kill me? Or are you gonna-"

"I'm gonna stop you there." He laughed, holding up his hands. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't even kill spiders, I have to get Kihyun to do it for me." You stared at each other in shock, before you suddenly found yourself laughing like a mad man. He joined you in your laughter, shoulders shaking as he hid his face.

"Are you for real? You cant kill spiders?" You asked, sides hurting from laughing so much. You weren’t sure why you found this so funny.

"Hey! They have an advantage! They have four times as many eyes and twice as many limbs. Its an unfair fight." He defended. You could feel tears pricking your eyes as you burst out laughing again.

"God I haven't laughed this much in ages." You gasped, clutching your side.

"Well, I'm glad I could be of assistance."

"Thank you. I really needed this."

"Can I walk you home?" He offered. "I need to be heading home anyway, otherwise Shownu might end up killing me." He joked.

"Yeah, no problem."

The two of you walked towards your apartment, chatting about nothing and everything. Just as you arrived at the gate you turned back to him, wanting to thank him again.

"Here." He held out your knife, and you realized how unfitting it seemed. This wonderfully nice man holding a dangerous weapon.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I asked you to do that." You apologized, taking the knife back.

"Its okay. You just need to remember that there are more emotions than negative ones." He smiled at you and you couldn't help smile back. "Here. Anytime you need to be reminded about tonight, call me." He handed you a napkin with a number scrawled on it.

"Did you write this in the bar?" You asked, seeing the logo on the paper.

"Maybe."

[fuck-customers]

Oof Lady... your "guilt tripping" isnt gonna make us do the return...

LONG fuck-customer story! The lady stood there arguing us for 20 mins so i’ll try to condense it but the tl;dr at the end

So it wasn’t busy but it was a steady flow for 2 of my 5 hour shift. Right before my break I get a daughter with her baby and the daughter’s mother wanting to return an iRobot. They state that it was not charging and just wanted to exchange it. No problem! I asked for the receipt but they didn’t have one it was off the daughter’s wedding registry. Also not a problem i just need the registry # and i can located it and do the return/exchange…..here’s the long ass excuse given to me…I’ll mention it once here but the mother of the daughter repeated it SEVERAL TIMES throughout the whole 20 mins with me and my manager:

So the grandparents of the daughter saw the iRobot on tv and purchased it at a different location for her wedding. BUT they didnt get it scanned off the registry b/c they “were bad at technology and such”. So the mother took it off the gift registry so that no one else would buy the daughter one since she already got it.

The grandparents didn’t get a gift receipt or even saved the receipt b/c our old policy was that you can return anything even without the receipt. But since then we changed our policy at 3B’s to where you can still kinda do that (it has to be within a year of purchase date) but any electronic item with a cord with NO receipt we have to refer you to the manufacturer or vendor b/c we literally CANNOT take it back anymore. 

when i told them that they were NOT happy but the mother mostly argued us while the daughter stood to the side (so we are mostly dealing with the mom). I called my manager the first time she told me this story/didnt accept my explanation of our policy. She tells the story again with more of an attitude. The manager told her the same thing i told her and she just starts guilt tripping us??

here are some of the things she was saying (along with restating how the grandparents didn’t KNOW and that they arent good at things like this)

“They (the grandparents) wouldnt have even bought this if not for your policy of them being able to return it anytime!”

“I cant believe this! Im not dealing with the vendor that will take TOO LONG!”

“We dont even want MONEY we just want to exchange!” *the iRobot was an older version and aged so we didnt carry that version (since it is discontinued) Also it was HEAVILY used so i doubt it just “stopped charging” and it just stopped working b/c it’s old. -_-

(this is the guilt tripping she started using)

“is this gonna happen with EVERY item on the wedding and baby registry? b/c then we MIGHT as well just RETURN all of those items and not deal with this anymore” *lmao ok lady if you wanna do that just bring the receipt*

“We have used 3B forever! We came here BECAUSE of the return policy but apparently that CHANGED?? I guess we just have to find another store to frequent..” *our company changed the policy b/c we were LOSING money with our old policy but if you wanna complain go talk to them loool*

“NO ONE EXPLAINED THIS TO US BEFORE *the policy changed happened 9 months ago* SO THAT’S NOT REALLY OUR FAULT” *first of all even if we could return it you would still be getting less b/c it is an aged item and you have no PROOF of what you/the grandparents’ paid so there was no happy ending to this at all lol*

I’ll end it there b/c this is too long a story but she kept this up for 20 mins b/c i was eyeing the clock and wanted to go on break LOL

End of story: my manager tried to see what he could do but since it was aged and all that she really only could get back 75 bucks when it was 299.99 brand new lol. Plus new models that replaced that model were priced at 699.99. She did NOT like that. Continued guilt tripping and finally gave up and asked for our company number and my manager’s name (even tho he was gonna break the rules and try to do the return even if they were gonna only get 75 bucks for it…) and after they left with one more comment of never shopping here/with our company again, my manager turned to me and goes “welp i guess im gonna get a call on that one soon” LOL he wasnt even worried haha i told him ill back him up on trying to do everything to help them but im not worried it’s not our fault that they took it off the wedding registry or keeping the receipt (like if anything you buy is over 300 bucks why NOT keep the receipt just in case something happened??? that’s just stupid as shit). If they had the receipt or ANY proof of purchase they would have totally gotten the 299.99 (or like 310 whatever the tax was on it) back no problem.

Keep your receipt ppl especially on very expensive items!

TL;DR: Mother with daughter and daughter’s baby want to exchanged a heavily used iRobot saying it “just stopped charging”. New Policy says we cant even accept electronic items with cords anymore - we have to give the customer a vendor number and they have to deal with them. Mom was appalled and tried to guilt trip us and argue for 20 mins with manager. Manager actually went above and beyond to see what he could do but lady would only get 75 bucks for it b/c it was an aged model. Lady did not like this, continued to rant and guilt trip us until giving up and vowing to “not shop with our company anymore” b/c of this…

[sjwerewolfinc-blog]

Transitions

RATED: E Summary:  Obi-Wan paid a bit more attention to charge, and over the years they’ve had some meaningful conversations on attachments and emotions. However, Obi-Wan needs to learn to be more careful about opening his padawan’s door unannounced.. Really, it is Anakin he lives with. He should know better. Also OOCness because this features dudes who are emotionally literate.

Obi-Wan was exhausted. He’d just returned from a solo mission to Corellia. It was diplomatic in nature but had worn on his last nerve. He’d left his padawan behind to catch up on Temple coursework and spend some time with his friends. He knew that their missions were escalating in number and duration with war on the horizon and wanted Anakin to have some time to relax.

The nineteen year old in his charge was dead set on proving himself but even one so gifted in the Force had his limits. Anakin was brave, caring, and a bit too reckless with his own safety. But he’d shown remarkable strides in the previous years in self discipline and reflection. Obi-Wan had been worried about his charge’s attachment to a certain Senator. But he’d spoken to him about it. Not condescendingly but as an equal who’d known romantic attachment himself.

He simply wanted his padawan consider what attachment was and what it would mean to sacrifice his life as a Jedi for love. In the end Anakin had seen reason. A half life with a partner where the relationship would always be at odds with duty was not much of a life for most people. If Anakin had been willing to leave the Order he would have gladly seen him off, but Anakin decided to stay and be a Knight, and someday he would make a fine one.

Obi-Wan nodded to a few Knights and Masters he passed on his way to the rooms he shared with his padawan. He was exhausted. He very much wanted to lay down in his own bed and sleep soundly, without the constant chirping on his commlink of anxious politicians. He had the kind of exhaustion where he didn’t even bother doing a Force scan of his rooms, assuming Anakin would be at classes or with friends. He had however obtained a small gift for his padawan. Nothing much but a stone that reminded him very much of the stone Qui-Gon had given him. The kind that could carry a Force imprint.

He opened Anakin’s door to set the stone down on the young man’s bed. He couldn’t have been prepared for what he saw. Anakin was naked. Not ‘changing my clothes on a mission’ naked, but full writing on his bed naked. There was a bottle of lubricant on his right side, and the young man’s fingers were, gods, two of them were inside himself, his hips canted upwards and cock fully swollen.

Obi-Wan had felt feelings of lust for his charge before. Feelings he knew he would and could never act on. But Force help him if this wasn’t the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Anakin was still unaware of him and he knew he should slip out before he was noticed. That would be the right thing to do. But then Anakin’s left hand grasped at something, and stars. It was a dildo. A red one with bumps and ridges. Eyes still closed, Anakin used his coated hand to slick the toy up. He was going to fuck himself with that. And had there ever been anything more arousing? Obi-Wan was fully hard already. He had to leave. He was going to. He even took a step backward but then of all things in the galaxy, Anakin groaned out “Obi-Wan!” as he slid a third finger inside himself. Obi-Wan gasped at that and Anakin opened his eyes, looking back at the doorway in shock and embarrassment. “Master!” he croaked, the flush creeping down his chest. Obi-Wan desperately wanted to trace it with his tongue. But he was a Knight, he had to do the right thing.

“Anakin,” and gods if that didn’t sound pathetic. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I’ll go and-” His ramblings were cut off by Anakin issuing a “please”. “Master, please,” he gasped, fingers still inside himself.

Obi-Wan prided himself on his self-control. But at the moment, with a needy Anakin literally begging him, he couldn’t find it. “Please what?” He said slowly.

“I can’t, I need help. Need you.” Anakin panted. He was starting to fist his own cock now and Obi-Wan stared, helpless. “Need me to what?” He asked hoarsely. “Help me, fuck me,” Anakin moaned. And something in the older Jedi caved.

“Stop touching yourself, right now,” he commanded. And Anakin’s hand fell to the wayside. Obi-Wan divested himself of his outer cloak and boots. “Fingers, too.” Reluctantly Anakin pulled his fingers from his entrance. Obi-Wan dropped his tunic and leggings, settling himself at least partially over Anakin. “Are you absolutely sure? I can stop at anytime,” he had to let his padawan know he was in control. “Please, please,” Anakin was panting. Had his headstrong padawan ever begged like that? Obi-Wan grabbed the lube and coated the dildo in it. This was after, all, what Anakin had wanted. He leaned in to kiss his padawan, nudging the toy against his entrance at the same time.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” Obi-Wan rasped. “Yes,” Anakin panted. “But you, want you.” Obi-Wan pressed the slicked up toy against Anakin’s entrance, pushing it steadily and without mercy. Anakin screamed and bucked his hips and Obi-Wan couldn’t believe how gorgeous the young man beneath him was. As the dildo breached the first ring of muscle Anakin called out again, Obi-Wan taking a distanced pleasure in how much the young man was loving this.   “Does that feel good?” Obi-Wan teased.

“So good, Master. But I was thinking about you.”

“Mmm. You think about me doing this to you?” “Yes. About you touching me, fucking me. Drives me fucking crazy.” “Oh, dear one. I’d gladly touch you anytime.” Obi-Wan confessed.

“But just you, only you,” Anakin groaned. “Want me to get rid of this toy and fuck you properly?” Obi-Wan hissed. He dragged it out slowly, making sure Anakin felt every ridge and bump.

“Yes, yes! Need it to be you!” “Need what to be me, love?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Mine, my first.” Anakin panted. Oh gods. Obi-Wan hadn’t even considered being his padawan’s first. “You really want to give that to me?” He had to be sure. “Yes. Wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.” And Obi-Wan had to concur that only he should be allowed to take the young man beneath him, so eager and trusting. But if he was going to be someone’s first he was going to do it right. He stood removed the rest of his clothes so he was just as naked as Anakin. Anakin eyes he cock hungrily but Obi-Wan moved himself back between the young man’s legs. He picked up the dildo again and gently fucked him with it, not even pushing it all the way in before he was drawing it back out. Anakin sobbed and Obi-Wan leaned forward to take his already leaking cock into his mouth. He hadn’t done this in some time but he took as much as he could, swirling his tongue around Anakin’s erection and swallowing once he felt him at the back of his throat.

He increased the thrusts of the toy, dying to feel his padawan come apart underneath him. “Master! Obi-Wan!” Anakin begged, a hand threading through Obi-Wan’s hair gently. He increased the pace with his mouth and fucked Anakin properly with the toy. Within minutes his padawan was crying out, cum filling Obi-Wan’s mouth. He delighted in swallowing it all and then giving a quick lick to Anakin’s soft and over-stimulated cock.. He pushed himself up the bed and kissed Anakin soundly. Anakin’s hands were all over him, delighting in feeling the warm skin as he pleased. He opened his mouth and moaned when he could taste himself on Obi-Wan’s tongue. He proved as much by sucking it into his mouth. When Anakin gently moved his hand down to touch Obi-Wan’s own cock the older man groaned, biting gently into his padawan’s neck.

“Still want you,” Anakin said, giving Obi-Wan’s erection a gentle squeeze. “Want you to come inside me.” He pulled one of Obi-Wan’s hands to his stretched entrance, and Obi-Wan gently circled it with a finger.

Obi-Wan supposed they’d been dancing around this for sometime. The casual touches that lasted too long, the brush of hands that was never accidental. The way the both started leaving the ‘fresher in nothing but towels when the other was home. The way they cared for each other on and off the battlefield. He knew Anakin was stretched out and ready but he wanted to take his time. He pushed two fingers in, feeling the hot walls give way easily. He reached and explored before finding the prostate. Anakin cried out but he only smiled and teased his lover at his leisure. Grazing the spot and pulling back, making Anakin buck his hips and seeing the young man already half-hard again. “Wish I had gotten to stretch you,” Obi-Wan murmured, leaning down to kiss his padawan. “But seeing you pleasure yourself like that was incredible. Hands and knees, now.” Shaking a bit Anakin complied. Obi-Wan continued to tease with fingers, but then he brought his face down, beard rough against the skin off Anakin’s inner cheeks. Removing his fingers he licked gently, tasting the lube from the dildo he’d so recently fucked his lover with.

“Ah! Oh Gods, Master,” Anakin panted. Obi-Wan took pride in knowing no one had ever done something so intimate to his partner. “You don’t have to call me Master. Not when we’re like this.” He bit none too gently at the apex of one of Anakin’s cheeks, then began tonguing the entrance again. “Guh. But I want to. Makes me feel-” he cut off as Obi-Wan’s tongue slid inside him, groaning in approval.

“Makes you feel what, love?” Obi-Wan murmured. He could feel how hard this was for Anakin to say. The reluctance permeated their bond, but Obi-Wan sent a feeling of awe, pleasure, delight at being allowed to do this. “Like I’m yours. Like I’m safe.” He flushed again but that was the most beautiful thing Obi-Wan had ever heard. “You are safe with me, dear one. I’ll always do my best to keep you safe. Now, how do you want me to take you?” “I’ve always-I want to ride you.” Anakin said, a thin sheen of sweat on his back. “Of course you can,” Obi-Wan hastened to turn himself on his back and find the lube. He let Anakin watch as he slicked his own cock up. “Come here, love. Want to be inside you so very much.” He guided Anakin over his hips and helped line himself up. He pushed up gently as Anakin brought his hips down. Despite the toy earlier Anakin took his time and Obi-Wan let him, loving the sensation of slowly being enveloped in that tight heat. When they were fully joined Obi-Wan groaned at the sensation. “So gorgeous,” he muttered. Anakin took his time, rocking experimentally, finding a rhythm he liked. Obi-Wan only kept a grip on his hips, letting Anakin take the lead. Soon Anakin leaned forward, riding him harder and Obi-Wan bucked his hips up in time with his partner. Anakin groaned at that. “Please, harder,” the younger man panted. “Wanna make you lose control.” Leave it to Anakin to play with fire. He quickly flipped them, leaning over Anakin and fucking into him as hard as he dared as Anakin screamed his pleasure. “Is this what you want?” Obi-Wan hissed. “Me fucking you like you’re mine?” “Yes, Master!” “You’re so sweet, so perfect for me like this.” Anakin was fully hard again and Obi-Wan wasn't going to last much longer either. He angled his hips so he brushed his lover’s prostate every time, then fisted his cock. Anakin was practically sobbing and it was amazing to watch like this. “I want to watch you come, love. Spill all over my hand and your stomach and know that my cock made you feel so good.” A few more hard thrusts in time with strokes of his hand and Anakin was doing just that. Obi-Wan nearly came from the sight. A few more hard thrusts with Anakin still moaning wantonly and he came inside his padawan, bruising the younger man’s hips with his fingers. He kissed and nuzzled his partner before withdrawing and getting a cloth from the ‘fresher to clean them both up. He took extra care with Anakin’s ass, using a warm cloth and trailing kisses over his abdomen.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said genuinely. “I think I should be thanking you,” Anakin grinned. “I mean for allowing me to be your first. I promise never to betray that trust.” Anakin kissed him. “I know you wouldn’t. When you talked to me years ago, about attachment and what it would mean to leave the Order and follow my heart, I realized that my heart is here, with you. What I felt for Padme was passion and infatuation. A boy wanting a princess because she’d been kind to him. And because she’d made him work for her affections and he was used to doing that as a slave. And for her it was an escape from the duties of Senate life and political pressure. But it made me think about things. I think love is different than attachment. When it’s real at least.” “Anakin, are you saying you- you love me?” Obi-Wan was taken aback though he shouldn’t have been.

“I do. In a lot of ways. As my Master, my friend, but also romantically. And it’s alright if you don’t love me back that way. Because love isn’t possession or about keeping score. I think that when you really love someone, you do it for no other reason than that you have to. I’m not saying either of us leave the Order and adopt kids. I’m just saying as a fact, that I’m in love with you. And I don’t expect anything back. I know you have feelings for others. Satine, for instance. But it’s not a competition and I wouldn’t have trusted my first experience to anyone but you.” Anakin was putting his pants on now, and Obi-Wan was wondering when his battle-happy padawan had turned into such a thoughtful person. Maybe his lectures didn’t all fall on deaf ears. “Anakin,” he started, not sure what he was going to say. “I do love you, too.”

“But you’re not sure how,” Anakin gave a half-smile. “I know you love me as a friend. And that you’re attracted to me physically. But you don’t have to know if you’re in love with me, Obi-Wan. You already gave me something invaluable. And before long we’re likely going to have a war to fight. I’ll become a Knight before too much longer and we’ll be split up for months on long campaigns and we’ll have to put the Order and the Republic first.” Anakin had his tunic and boots on now, Obi-Wan still naked in his bed. “But this one perfect thing, we had it together. Thank you.” He kissed Obi-Wan gently on the lips and the left their rooms.

Obi-Wan had never been so stunned or so out of his depth since Qui-Gon had passed into the Living Force.  

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I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS WITH MY BITCOIN!!

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The ocean, the largest economic playground for would-be moon boys out here in the cold, cruel depths of the sea. Many, sadly, get completely wrecked. However, quietly lurking below the surface. A remarkable turn of events. It’s whale breeding season unperturbed by Coronavirus and its uncertainty for the global economy. The world population has been spotted to be increasing rapidly. This, as they say, is definitely good for Bitcoin. I think David Attenborough has done a great job moving on with the Times and staying relevant with his commentary. If more nature documentaries were like this, then I’d probably watch some. What he’s referring to, of course, is market research conducted by glass notes showcasing entities holding a thousand Bitcoin or more, a.k.a. Bitcoin. Whales are increasing as visualized by this spiking blue line. Two very interesting takeaways from this chart for myself. Our number one, the rates of increasing whales only briefly halted despite a 45 percent crash in Bitcoin’s price earlier in March. And number two, practically this entire year. Whales have been breeding, growing. This analysis is further corroborated by studying what’s going on with the Bitcoin balance on exchanges, which has currently faced its sharpest decline in all of Bitcoin history. More people are withdrawing from exchanges to store their Bitcoin themselves as they should. Promoting, holding. And as Mr Asim Breath tests, definitely good for Bitcoin. That’s just the greatest audio snippet of all time. I want a button that I compress that just plays it when I hit it. Bitcoin is possibly the scarcest asset known to humanity. But let’s put that all aside for a moment. Yes, I know it’s mildly interesting information, perhaps even comforting for those who are maybe buying Bitcoin regularly or have been long term holders of the coin. But what we really want to see is crypto daily trade. You talk the talk, but now let’s see you walk the walk. Well, to be fair, I have been holding you talk about trading, so let’s see you trade, bruh. Okay. Sheesh. I have never had so many Dems about anything I’ve ever talked about, even as I did when I first mentioned that I wanted to do something like this late last year. Sorry to have kept you waiting. It’s finally time now to be fair. I was busy in the interim cofounding exchange, one that does not trade against its customers. But with this whole coronavirus going on, fundraising was postponed indefinitely, shall we say. So now I’ve got the time to focus on trading. Silver lining. The rules are very simple. I take one bitcoin and I try and trade it into two or see if I can hold on to the one. The USD value will, of course, be important. However, that will be secondary to the primary goal of stacking Satz because I have a long term belief in bitcoin and just want to accumulate as much as I can. The second rule, every win or loss will be a matter of public record, as I think some cryptocurrency activity should be. Yes, I believe in privacy, but I also believe in no openness and verifiable openness where appropriate. So I will be opening a fund on literally the most ethical exchange I could find in the industry, prime expertise, funding it with one Bitcoin, calling it crypto daily and have my activity visible by anyone anytime. The third rule will be no exit scene of my position. I don’t want to be trading into USD or in my case, TBP and exiting my positions. I will be staying in Bitcoin leveraged trading. So that’s longs and shorts for those that don’t know. But I will probably never go beyond five X leverage. Yeah, I know it’s kind of boring, but I also think it’s not really appropriate to ever really go beyond that Mark. Now, I hear some of your concerns, but Krypto daily, you’re an idiot and you’re not a pro trader. And to that, I say I’m well aware of these concerns. To compensate, late last year, I completed reading a bunch of highly recommended books on trading. I’ll show you them now. So we’ve got how to take profits, cut losses and benefit from price declines. Pretty relevant with Bitcoin over the last two years. Trends following how to make a fortune in bull-bear and black swan markets may be also very relevant right now. Paul Hollywoods 100 Great Breads Always relevant. Well, I actually recommend that book, by the way. Not very good. I also have done pretty well for myself trading historically. I swing trade where I take large positions two or three times a year. Basically only when I think it’s very overbought or very oversold. As an example, I can proudly say I bought to the absolute bitcoin bottom in twenty eighteen, which I did make videos about at the time. But I must admit, this trading challenge is definitely the scariest thing I’ve ever done with my bitcoin, probably even my channel where you get to laugh at me if I lose it all and I get to claim your praise. If I actually win, there is definitely going to be some added pressure on myself to perform because no one likes to look silly. But one of the things that these books tend to reference is the need, the importance of a training mentor. One, you can discuss your trades with bounce ideas off of. To that end, I have sought out a pro trader friend of mine who has actually been living off of his trading ability, a rarity in crypto, I’ll tell you that. It’s on Twitter app block, chain blitz. Give him a follow. Also, just as an aside, if you’re not following me, why I put out highlights from videos in case you missed him. I also recently shared the greatest moment to have ever happened in my life. There is an Easter egg somewhere in the photo. You’ll have to find it. But looking at the charts again for a moment, I could definitely talk about the holiest of Bitcoin indicators, the gold and cross. This is where the 50 days in the 200 days moving average cross and it heralds in a bull market. The last one occurred in mid-February to not much fanfare, almost an immediate dump, and then eventually followed by a death cross. But this time. Things are very, very different because can you believe this, guys? I would be literally shaking if I was cold. So I think this is another reason I need to do the trading challenge because I just think it a little bit disingenuous to talk about trading like primarily orce or a lot and not actually do any kind of. See, the problem with that and I’m not taking shots at influences here. If you’re offended, I don’t really care. It’s not aimed at anyone specifically. There are some interesting tidbits of information to be gleaned from a chart and make a video on like I do that as well. But I just think you as the viewers deserve better, honestly. I. I’m only burning my half. All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class. I’m going to give it up. So if you want to see me burn all my money away or potentially turn it into more. Make sure to subscribe with notifications. I never asked for that before. I feel dirty. Now, interestingly, you can join my fund by going into prime SBT, hitting co vesting, looking for Krypto daily and hitting invest once you put like ten bucks there. There are fees applied when you withdraw. But these fees are only applied on top of profits if any. Don’t make any guarantees. I’d get a portion of those fees. The platform gets a portion. Majority of it comes back to you. Again, only if we’re in profit. I don’t make any money from training fees. I don’t make any money from liquidations, literally. Only if I first make you more money, which I think is a great situation. It’s a situation I’d like to see more influencers in, but it is what it is. So hopefully this is the start of something amazing. I am somewhat terrified, but I’m also very excited if I am able to help you make money and get paid for doing it. That’s the best job in the world. That’s literally one of the main reasons I started YouTube. So maybe you wait first. See how I do. I’ll even link Downbelow if you do want to support the idea of throw five or ten bucks into it. No guarantees though. I will never, ever make any guarantees. But let’s find out. Wish me luck. Blinded by the touch./otw_shortcode_content_toggle] source https://www.cryptosharks.net/im-doing-this-with-my-bitcoin/ source https://cryptosharks1.blogspot.com/2020/05/i-cant-believe-im-doing-this-with-my.html