#BTR-D

[captain-price-unofficially]

BTR-D with the chin turret from a Mi-24D, Afghanistan

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Destroyed Russian BMD-2 and BTR-D, Luhansk region, Ukraine, 2023. Source:  Naalsio26

P.S. These Russian airborne fighting vehicle losses appear to have remained undocumented until now. The propagandists of the Kremlin and their “useful fools” have been showing the same pictures of some losses of Ukrainian army equipment for the last couple of days, forgetting to mention that the Russian army itself has lost a significantly larger number of tanks and armored vehicles in these battles recently...! 

Taking into account the complexity of operational areas and shortages of several important armament components, in general the Ukrainian army is operating very successfully. Until June 12, 2023, the Ukrainian army has successfully destroyed 7,636 Russian armored vehicles, turning them into scrap metal similar to the ones shown in these photographs...

[p41nkillers]

[vanweezer]

ALRIGHT url is back

kendork -> vanweezer

mutuals interact if u see all that jazz

[ever-after-portal]

Roadtrip Playlist

Boyfriend from BTR starts: Drake goes to change it: Can't we listen to something that isn't some stupid boyband song?? Marnie, grabbing his wrist: I have three pop songs on this playlist. You'll live. Besides, I'm in control of the aux. Drake: I was just going to skip to the next- Marnie: We're listening to BTR in this car, or so help me

[unitcd]

"It's been a long week, been working overtime." (a btr boy! august has a dog, theo does not, though theo is techincally famous, for what its worth to help out)

"Sounds like YOU need a nice, relaxing day by the Palmwoods pool." James comments. "And maybe some 'Cuda man spray." He wiggles his brows. "Or, there's umbrellas if you don't want to be out in the sun for long."

[jirsungs]

NO IDEA ☆ l.dh

pairing: loser!donghyuck x fem!reader

no idea synopsis: a story where both you and lee donghyuck seem to get what you want. he's the perfect pawn in making your ex-boyfriend jealous and the smarty pants tutor helping you pass your math class. donghyuck has it easy too, he's finally able to seek out and experience the world of dating through you, his long-devoted crush and surprisingly enthusiastic tutoring student. but then again, when meaningless tutoring sessions soon evolve into reciprocated feelings, is it really that easy?

genre: college au, nonidol au, fake dating au, social media au (includes written chapters), classmates to friends to lovers, he's a nerd & she's a popular cheerleader (you see where this is going), he fell first but she fell harder trope, kinda based off to all the boys i've loved before, fluff, crack/humor, angst, one-sided pining that turns into mutual pining

warnings: explicit language, unrealistic college partying, talks about family issues (this does NOT reflect any of the idol's families!), yuqi has an ex gf, some alcohol consumption, kys and sexual humor, bullying, hyuck and his buds are mistreated ☹️, hyunjin is a bad bf!!!, cheesy af, unrequited love, bad insults that sound like they're from the 2000s

no idea playlist: btr's no idea, taylor swift's you belong with me, the vamps + demi lovato's somebody to you, james arthur's can i be him, ariana grande's daydreamin, fitz & the tantrums' out of my league, shawn mendes' treat you better, bruno mars' just the way you are, lonely god's marlboro nights, the 1975's i'm in love with you, sam smith's like i can, arctic monkeys' wanna be yours

author's note: FIRST HYUCK SMAUU! how we feeling 😏 i needed to get this idea out of my system! plus, i love this type of trope, and haechan just fits the nerdy role 😭 I HAD TO! but happy reading :D <3

comment if you wish to be tagged for the story's updates!

profiles: "ncu freaks" + jeno 🤔 | gal pals & two men

intro. #manifestationiskey 🩷

ep 1. but a FAILING?

ep 2. i guess i'm her tutor

ep 3. WHY IS HE ATTRACTIVE

ep 4. COUGH y/n bag him COUGH

ep 5. i know i can treat youuu bettterr

ep 6. YNHYUCK PLOT IS FINALLY SAILING!

ep 7. bro texts with his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪 mode on 🐺👅

ep 8. bro fumbled HARD 🤦‍♂️

ep 9. LET THE BOY LIVE!! HES IN LOVE!!

ep 10.

ep 11.

ep 12.

more to come. . .!

started: 09/06/24 finished:

© JIRSUNGS. ANY TRANSLATIONS/REPOSTS/PUBLISHES OF MY WORKS ON ANY PLATFORM ARE STRICTLY PROHIBITED! ALL COMMENTS, REBLOGS, LIKES, & FEEDBACK ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU, MWA! <3

[novemberthewriter]

WRITEBLR INTRO xx

hey, all! i’m n.k. :-)

i'm not new to tumblr (have had a few diff accounts since 2011/2012), but i'm new to interacting with writeblr proper. 

ABOUT ME

late 20s

black & queer & disabled 

lifelong writer/musician/creative (in both professional and hobbyist capacities)

finally finishing my degree in creative writing & english! 

ARTISTIC/THEMATIC INTERESTS 

literary fiction, horror, camp, kitsch, diversity, introspection, family/friend bonds (especially nontraditional ones), romance, art rock, nostalgia, technology, diy ethos 

GOALS

connect with the tumblr writing community at large! for a while i was unable to get excited about my non-work, non-fanfic related writing projects. over the past year or so, my passion’s been renewed, and i just wanna chatter with like-minded folks about my longform WIPs, my short stories, etc – and geek over other people’s work here too <3

WIPS 

Dagmar

there’s always something going down in dagmar, an insular coastal community straddling the delaware bay. pragmatic tech geek zeke omezie-fumudoh, 18, prefers to keep her head in her books and projects – deaths and disappearances were common in her parents’ home country, too, after all. when her best friend dodie dies, however, zeke has no choice but to start trying to connect the dots & face the potential supernatural forces at play. 

[this is finna be dark fantasy/horror, romance, mystery, and queer as hell! i got a lot of worldbuilding to do, but a few months ago the twist popped into my head 1st and i’ve been working backwards. i'm sooo excited abt figuring out the narrative path(s) i gotta take]

Dave & The Family Davenport

20-year-old twin musicians dorian & daria davenport are a little s club 7, a little sly stone, & a whole lotta spitfire. as the very first act signed to holliday records, 30-something producer & label founder dave levine considers it his duty to take the family davenport under his wing. they become his pet project – and eventually something more to him. 

[i’m taking this one in a literary/drama direction! thinking found family and music industry commentary vibes. idea came from revisiting big time rush and thinking ‘what would happen if you mix btr + the carpenters + prince + mtv’s making the band??’ (for the record, dave is 100% NOT meant to be a p. d*ddy analogue re: making the band, i'm mainly thinking of the aesthetics of the young artists of color featured on the show)]

Several fun essays about my personal fandom/shipping history (one is about all the diff sites i've used over 17+ years of reading/writing fanfic, another is an old-school livejournal-style ship manifesto that i plan to make into a video! etc etc)

SHORT FICTION 

blank [literary/drama, 300 wds]

fortune teller [literary/drama, 300 wds]

hothouse [horror, 500 wds]

a certain standard of care [horror-comedy/surreal/gross-out, 1k wds]

good bones (or, an exercise in letting go) [literary/dramedy, 1.3k wds]

[writing tag: scorpio the scribe]

hmu if you think we'd get along <3 i need more ppl to follow!

[ETA: i prefer to follow/be mutuals w/ ppl 18+ only, ty!]

[millersdjarin]

Baby, Show Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only! minors DNI)

Word count: 4.2k

Tags/Warnings: smut, d/s untertones, but it's also just really soft at the same time, joel in charge, multiple orgasms, communication, enthusiastic consent, pet names, praise kink, so much praise kink that you'll never doubt yourself again

notes: 4k of pure smut (pure being a relative term) :) title from btr's "show me" (if u know u know) ps. i write in first person, hope u don't mind!

“Jesus,” I curse as Joel’s lips trail down my jaw and to my neck. His hands, slow and purposeful, slide down from my shoulders all the way down to my wrists, and push my hands into the mattress. 

“Keep those there,” he mutters against my lips.

I nod in response, and a small gasp finds its way out my lips when he lifts his hands up to hold both sides of my neck as he kisses me again, open mouthed and hot. His lips not diverting from their task, he reaches for the back of my neck, keeps going lower, until his calloused fingers find the clasps on my bra. 

“May I?” He asks. 

I nod again. But he pulls away and meets my eyes, firm, demanding. “I need to hear you say it,” he insists, a warning in his tone. 

His pupils are blown wide, his breath coming hot against my lips. I bite my lip, then manage to say, “Yeah. Please.” 

Pleased, he smiles, diving back in with his mouth open and sucking against my neck as his fingers deftly unhook the bra, then push the straps down my shoulders. One at a time, he takes my hands up from the bed and threads the straps away, tosses the bra across the dimly lit room. I’m sitting on the end of our bed, now all but naked with just my panties on, though they’re good for nothing now with wetness soaking through. 

He presses my hands back into the mattress again, keeps his on top of them, firm. As he he hovers over me, so broad and lit beautifully with highlights and shadows, I can’t help but stare into his eyes and feel so fucking lucky. 

“You’re gonna do what I say,” he says lowly. “And you’re gonna answer me when I ask you a question. Alright?” 

Still struggling to speak, I start to nod, but as soon as I see the disapproving twitch of his eyebrow I say, “Yeah, Joel. I got it.” 

“Good girl,” softening for a moment, he smiles, and takes the back of my head in his hands. He leans in, kisses my forehead. “I got you.” 

“I know,” I breathe. I do—he’s always got me. In every sense. In every way I can be his. 

After lingering on my forehead for a minute, he breathes out against me, and then dips his head as he comes to kneel down between my legs. His hands move again, this time to my knees, and he slowly coaxes them apart with his eyes locked onto mine. Too slowly. I need him to fucking touch me where I want him, like, now. And he knows that. Which is why he smirks with each inch he pushes my legs further apart, and doesn’t break our eye contact, pointedly not lowering his head to where I need him. 

“Joel…” I whimper. 

One corner of his lips twitches higher. “Yes, darlin’?” 

“I need…” 

Coy, he starts to lower his head, keeping his eyes on mine for as long as he can before he closes them and brushes his lips against the inside of my knee, just the ghost of a kiss. “You need what?” He whispers. A firmer kiss against the same spot, but not moving up any higher. His eyes are on my panties, hungry. 

When all I do is whimper in response, he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my thigh and lets out a grumble of disapproval. His hands move from my legs and instead grab my waist, suddenly tugging me closer to him along the bed. “Answer me,” he demands. 

“I need—God, Joel, touch me…” 

“Love to,” he kisses the spot that he bit, soothing it with a few licks of his tongue. “Magic word?” 

“Please.” 

He smiles against my leg. I feel it. The tight grip of his hands on my waist loosens, moving instead back to my thighs to push them even further apart, giving him more than enough room for his head to settle between them. “Lie back for me, sweetheart,” he requests gently in between peppering little kisses just a little too close and yet not close enough to my centre. 

I take one last look at him, run my hand through his hair. He hums happily at that, and it’s enough. 

Once I’m settled back against the covers, Joel moves away from me for a second, reaching across the bed for a pillow. He taps at my hip. “Come on, up,” he instructs. 

Bracing on tip-toes against the floor as best I can, I do as he asks and lift my hips up so he can slide the pillow under them. It’s nice to relax down into, but my feet barely reach the ground now; I feel on the edge, unstable. And like this, I feel like he can see every inch of me, even without my pussy completely bare before him. I peer over my own body to look at him, finding him looking right back, meeting my eyes with a soft adoration that makes my toes curl just as much as his touch. 

A soft hand comes to my knee. “I won’t leave you like that,” he promises, “but, goddamn, you’re a pretty sight.” 

I groan. “Joel…please…” 

He chuckles. “Alright,” and he strips off his shirt before going between my legs again. He did that on purpose; waiting until I couldn’t see him to go shirtless. He knows I like to touch his chest; to run my hands through the dark and grey hairs there. I like to scratch at his back when he touches me, cling to him like he’s a lifeline. 

Now, though, all I can do is grab hold of the sheets on either side of me. 

“You warm enough?” He asks, getting settled between my legs. His hands smooth up my hips, over the rolls of my stomach, settling on either side of my navel. 

“Plenty,” I answer. 

“Good. I’m going to take these off,” he nudges at the edge of my panties with his nose, “alright?” 

“Please.” 

“So polite,” an approving kiss on my hipbone before he removes one of his hands from my stomach and uses it to tug the fabric away from the wetness and down over my legs to the floor. Then, relieving my strained feet from their position, he takes a gentle hold of my ankles and lifts them, hooking my knees around his shoulders. “Jesus Christ.” 

“What?” 

“Just…you. Could look at you all day, just like this.” His hands rub circles in my thighs. I can feel his breath on my pussy, cooling the wetness there like a hot breeze. It’s fucking intoxicating. 

“I appreciate the compliment, honey, but I really need you to touch me,” I say with a breathy laugh. 

He laughs, too. I feel it against my very core. It could go inside of me if he was angled just a little different. “Still bossy, even when I’m in charge, huh?” 

I strain to reach for his hair again and give it an affectionate tug. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I promise, “just…please, Joel. You’re killing me.” 

He licks his lips, then presses them to my thigh, the very tips of his beard tickling against the hair between my legs. “Alright, darlin’. Since you asked so nicely.” 

Finally, finally, he gets to where I need him. 

The tip of his nose is warmer than I expected. He presses it to my clit, uses it to move the hood so his mouth can get right to the bud. A few kisses are left on it, close-mouthed, leaving my own mouth open and a gasp escaping them. Then he opens his, too, and sucks.

“Joel!” I cry. God fucking dammit, his mouth is so hot, his arms are wrapped around my thighs, my knees pressing on each side of his head. 

“Mm,” he murmurs against my heat, and the vibrations of his voice just make the way he sucks at my clit even better. “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he nuzzles against my folds, flicking his tongue out over them like he can’t get enough of the taste; like he wants to devour me until all of me is part of him. (I’d let him. I’d let him, I’d let him, I’d let him.) 

“Joel, oh, God…” 

He sucks at me for a while, getting stronger with each pull of his mouth. The sound echoes around the room, the puckering of his lips against my warm flesh. I scramble to touch him, to hold him, but all I can reach with my back arched like it is is his hand on my thigh. He lifts it, taking hold of my hand for just a second and squeezing, before taking it away. I’m about to try and get it back before I feel him shifting between my legs, moving one of them slightly so he has more space. 

Then, a new sensation. Fingertips rubbing against my entrance, gathering wetness, teasing me. “Oh, God, Joel…yeah…” 

“Yeah?” He asks against the very centre of me. “You want it?” 

Frantic, I nod. “Yes, Joel. Please. God, I’m…I’m so close already, I…” 

“Don’t come yet,” he requests gently, moving his wet mouth across to my hip and sucking gently there, probably leaving a mark. His fingers tease at me still, sliding up and down from my clit to my entrance. “Wanna see you when you do.” 

I nod in affirmation and take a deep breath, trying to keep the building burning between my legs at bay just enough to stop it exploding. 

When he slides his fingers inside me—two at once, no messing around—it feels like fucking heaven. I can feel him, so warm, the bumps of his fingers evident on my soaked walls. 

“Mm,” he murmurs again, sucking quick but hard kisses along the inside of my thigh. “God, darlin’. Could do this all day.” 

“Think I’d—think I’d come apart if you did—”

He chuckles. I can feel his smile against my leg and it’s almost as overwhelming as seeing it. His beard is sharp but tickly over my skin. I want to run my hands through it. Want to take hold of it, look him in the eyes, bite his lips and scratch his back while he fucks me. 

He pulls away from me for a moment. I whine desperately as he pulls the pillow out from under my hips. “Sit up,” he instructs.

I don’t know when my hands found their way onto my breasts, but with them there, I sit up and meet his eyes. His mouth is glistening. From me. 

“Joel,” I say, breathless. “Can you…” 

Gently, he removes my hands from my tits. He rubs at my palms for a second and then replaces their spot, massaging the very centre of his palms over my nipples. “Can I what, sweetheart?” 

With his eyes locked on mine like that, even as he touches me and pinches a nipple between his fingers, I know I can’t look away. “Can you fuck me?” 

He kisses me then, soft and sweet. I taste myself on him. “Love to,” he says into my mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, darlin’. You gonna be good for me?” 

“Yeah,” I breathe out. He stands up and at first I try to chase his mouth with mine, but he gets too high up and all I can do is gaze up at him. 

“Eyes on me,” he says. I wonder why he has to tell me that, why he’d ever think I would look away from him—that is, until, I hear him start to unbuckle his belt. 

My eyes are drawn to his crotch before I know what they’re doing. 

“Hey,” he scolds, freeing one of his hands to take a firm hold of my chin and lift it up. “I said, eyes on me. Right up here.” He keeps me there for a second, the weight of my head hanging in his hand. 

Then he lets me go, and this time I manage to hold his eyes, despite the fact I want nothing more than to watch what he’s doing with his hands; taking off his pants and his boxers, pulling out his dick and giving it a long, languid tug. 

“Good girl,” he says breathily. “Go on. Scooch up, head against the pillows.” 

I’m fucking throbbing, and the inside of my thighs are soaked and slick. I know that Joel’s eyes are on me as I grab a pillow and crawl up the bed, placing it down before I turn around and lie on my back. 

“Goddam,” he curses, one side of his mouth lifted into a lopsided, proud smirk. There he stands at the foot of the bed, completely fucking naked, hard as a rock, with his scarred hands on his hips. “I love you, you know that?” 

Gazing up at him, I nod, and swallow a lump of emotion. “I know,” I say. “I love you, too.” 

Like that was his cue, he climbs onto the bed and crawls on top of me. Props himself up with an elbow on one side of my head and his knees braced each side of my hips. With his spare hand, he reaches back down to my pussy and slowly, devastatingly slowly, pulls it up from my entrance all the way to my clit. 

“You’re gonna take this,” he promises me, staring down into my eyes, “and you’re going to come when I tell you to. As many times as I tell you to. Understand?” 

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” I say, wrapping an arm around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m—I’m so close…” 

He raises an eyebrow. “Well, good. Let’s see how long you hold out, huh?” He pushes his fingers inside me, taking me by surprise. 

I gasp, feeling my eyes go wide as he thrusts two digits as far inside as they’ll go. When I look back at him, he’s grinning like he just won a prize. 

He starts with me like that, on my back, gazing up at him with my knees on each of his hips as he thrusts into me. Slow at first, languid, pressing kisses all over my face and my hair. I let my hands roam over his back, feeling the curves of his muscles and veins, the scars that I have a map of in my brain. 

At first it’s just his dick sending waves of sensation over me, that and his mouth moving against every part of skin he can get to; but it’s as he starts to speed up his thrusts that he brings his finger to my clit. 

Then, after just a few circles around and a firmer press, I’m right on the edge. 

“Joel!” I cry. “I’m—can I?” 

“Can you what, baby?” He says into my temple. His thrusts are getting stronger, more purposeful, and he’s rubbing my clit at a pace that’s just a little too slow to get me there. (He knows this. He fucking knows this.) 

“Can I come?” 

He laughs. Presses a kiss to my temple, then my cheekbone, speeds up his pace. “Go right ahead.” 

I do.

It washes over me in an indescribable wave, consuming me from the inside out. I shout his name, I curse, I gasp with my head tipped back against the pillow and my eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. 

As I’m coming down, he pulls out. 

“What—no, stay…” 

He shakes his head and silences me with a kiss. “Was too close,” he explains with a strained voice, “didn’t wanna finish yet.” 

“Oh,” I take hold of the back of his head and press our foreheads together. A moment of quiet passes as I feel the aftershocks, my pussy clenching around nothing, horribly empty. “Joel…will you, I need…don’t wanna be empty.” 

Soothing, he kisses my nose. “Sorry,” he whispers before taking his hand and sliding two fingers back inside me. I sigh happily at the feeling. It’s not quite enough after having his dick, but it’ll get me through until he’s ready. Then, after a minute, he presses his palm against my cunt and says, “Turn over.” 

Eager, I do as he asks. He helps position me where he wants me: planted on my knees and my elbows, back bent straight down towards the bed, my head resting on my forearms. “Atta girl,” he says, and the compliment goes straight to the throbbing in between my legs. “Just like that.” 

He’s inside me again, his fingers, three of them this time. I can tell because it’s just a little more stretched; he can only just get them all in. 

“Joel…” I whine. Only half conscious I’m doing it, one of my hands reaches down between my legs and starts working at my clit. At first, he’s too busy kissing the bottom of my back to notice; but when he does, he pushes my hand right away and bites my ass. 

“Let me,” he says; an instruction, not a request. “Wanna feel you. Want you to come just from me. You tell me if it’s not good and I’ll change it, alright?” 

“Uh-huh,” I agree. His finger is warm against me the minute it gets there. The angle is harder for him to see where he’s at, so I reach for his wrist and get his fingertips right on the clit where I want it. 

“Right there?” He checks, swirling experimentally. 

I correct him a little again, circling it once with his hand in mine to show him. All the while, he kisses up my spine, multitasking like an absolute champ. “There,” I sigh after he’s got it down, bringing my arm back to rest under my forehead. He rubs it a few times, checking, and I nod enthusiastically in response. “Yeah, Joel. God, yeah, just like that.” 

“So good for me,” he praises sweetly, then starts pushing his fingers in and out of me even faster than before. He gets a little deeper at this angle, the three digits stretching me well and getting in further. His other arm is draped over my back, hooked around my waist so he can reach my clit and swirl it just how I like it. 

“Oh, fuck, Joel, that’s…” my tits are bouncing with the movement and it feels so fucking good I can’t—“Joel, I’m gonna…” 

“That’s it, honey. Come on, for me here, right here. Just like this.” 

I cry out again as I come over his fingers, clenching around him, his grunts and moans against my spine only spurring me on. At the peak of my pleasure I’m bouncing back against him in time with his thrusts. 

When it’s too much, I grab hold of his wrist and stop him from touching me for a minute, catching my breath. “Just—it’s a lot, just give me a sec,” I pant. 

Nodding, he spreads himself out over my back, covering me like a safety blanket, keeping me warm while I shiver and twitch. My muscles are exhausted now and I collapse down onto the bed. 

He holds himself above me, pressing kisses all across my shoulders and the back of my neck. I’m sweaty. Hair is sticking to my face. He brushes it away, leaves kisses in its wake. 

Slowly, he pulls out his fingers. Despite the lingering aftershocks, and the slight waning of sensitivity down there, it still feels too soon. 

“Turn over, darlin’, rest a spell.” 

The Southern drawl in his deep voice is enough to get me going again, to be honest. 

Underneath him I do as asked, finding him above me with nothing but soft, burning desire in his eyes. Carefully, he takes hold of his cock and taps it against my clit. “You ready?” 

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yeah.” 

Like he always does before sliding inside me, he smiles. 

This time, I keep my hands away from my clit for a bit, opting instead to hold each side of his face and run my fingers through his beard. I watch his expression melt into ecstasy as he starts sliding in and out of me. He’s going slow, careful, holding back just a little. 

“You can go harder,” I promise him. “I won’t break.” 

He kisses the inside of my wrist. “You’re still shakin’,” he protests, searching my eyes for any sign of discomfort. 

“I’m good. Was just a big fuckin’ orgasm.” 

His laugh is breathy and hot against my face and he dips his head, shaking it like he can’t quite believe how lucky he is. The feeling is fucking mutual. 

I lean up and kiss him on the lips. “Fuck me, Joel,” I whisper, “as hard as you want. I can take it.” 

Somehow his eyes blow even wider with desire. Something dark and primal overtakes his expression.

His throat clenches enticingly as he swallows heavily. “How’d I get so lucky?” He asks me. Like he expects an actual answer. 

My answer is to kiss him. Because that’s always a good one to give. 

He fucks me in earnest and without hesitation, pounding so hard and fast into me that it almost, not quite, hurts. It’s perfect. It’s just how I fucking like it. 

Normally I haven’t already come twice when he takes me like this, but I’m happy to not come again, and instead just enjoy the view of him losing himself to his pleasure inside me, opening his eyes to check on me every minute or so. 

Surprisingly, he breaks his concentration just a little to put his hand back over my clit. “One more for me,” he asks, earnest. “Before I let go. Just one more.” 

“Joel, I’m—oh, God,” I don’t think I can do it; it feels so fucking good, and I’d let him do this all day, but I’ve never gone over the edge three times so close to each other before, and—

“I know you can take it. Come on, baby. I gotcha. Let me feel it.” 

“Joel…” 

“You’ve been so good, baby, just one last time, take it, come on…take it for me…” 

It takes me by surprise, approaching faster than I can see it coming. His relentless pressure on my clit, thrusting up inside me so deep that he’s becoming part of me; it takes over in a wave that comes and goes faster than the others, but stronger, harsher. 

“Oh, fuck! Joel!” 

“Atta girl,” he praises, stroking at my hair with his spare hand where he’s propped up on one elbow. “Goddam. I’m comin’, darlin’. You’re making me…God, fuck…” 

I feel it. As the aftershocks of my third fucking orgasm in a half hour pulse inside me, so does he, filling me and somehow making me even hotter. 

He moans in my ear, tells me he loves me, says my name like it’s a sacred prayer. “Jesus, baby…” 

“Yeah,” I breathe out a laugh, holding on to the back of his neck. “Yeah.” 

After a moment with his mouth pressed to my ear, he pulls out, careful not to do it too fast. It’s a lot, feeling him slide out from so deep inside. My throat releases an involuntary sound. 

“You alright?” He asks. “That hurt?” 

I shake my head and hold him in place above me. “Not at all. Just…Jesus, Joel. Not bad for an old man.” 

He dips his head when he laughs and shakes his head. Crow’s feet appear around his lovely eyes. “Thanks so much, darlin’.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

His eyes meet mine again, soft. Fond. He looks at me for a long moment before leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips, so tender and lovely. “You did good,” he praises one last time. “Was that okay?”

“More than,” I assure him with a smile and a quick run of my hand through his beard. 

He lets himself melt into the touch, then kisses the inside of my arm as I let it fall down to the bed. 

The inside of my legs is getting cold, feeling uncomfortable now I’ve come down from that high and I’m still coated in a mixture of my own wetness and now Joel’s, too. 

He pushes himself up so he’s kneeling above me, then moves off the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Just a sec,” he promises. Sure enough, he’s back in a flash with a warm, wet towel, and he cleans off between my legs and everywhere else that I find myself needing it. He cleans himself last, then joins me on the bed again, wrapping me in his arms. 

“Hey, Joel?” I say into his chest, fiddling with his chest hair. 

“Mm?” 

I smile. “Think we can try for four, next time?” 

Dramatically, he sighs, and I feel a chuckle reverberate in his chest. “You’re killin’ me, woman.” 

♥︎end♥︎

end notes: just a quick psa, have safe sex!! and remember it's normal to not manage a few orgasms in a row, it's just very fun to write and read, but don't feel bad about urself if you don't do that, ur still sexy♥︎

pls like/reblog/comment if u enjoyed! all are appreciated but comments/reblogs especially make my heart go brr ♡

[btr-rewatch]

Hi, I just wanna write you to say that I love that you make these BTR reviews with your own take on the episode. Since the real band is back I have a bigger brainrot for this show and is hard to find new content about it. So thank you for doing that and hope your doing for a longer time (if you feel like it of course ;D)

Have a nice day; evening; night

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Hi! Thanks for this message :) I'm having a lot of fun doing the episode posts. (need to get back to posting them. I've been busy, so they've kind of fallen to the wayside temporarily)

So true that it's hard to find new content. I miss the days when the BTR tumblr fandom was huge, and there were tons of active blogs and new fics being posted all the time. I'm happy to help contribute my part to the fandom, though.

I plan on continuing to make gifsets and posts for a while. I'd like to get through the whole series! You have a nice day, too!

[undead-merman]

Day Eighteen: The Call Is Coming From Inside The House

Beta read by @quietmageuietmage on but we both don't know internet lingo, so we used a translator.

Contains Kylar stalking, terrible internet slang, sexting, and masturbation

Ding!

The noise never failed to startle you, ever since you got a cell phone the ring always scared the shit out of you. Tonight though, that sound sent a flood of arousal right through you. Kylar made sure he was your first contact and message. He was insistent on it. You felt bad for everyone else who fought to be in your contacts, but the poor lad didn’t have anyone in his. So right at the top, you saved his name with a little heart.

Now, you're face to face with that heart and a little message.

I miss u ur hom ryt? I cn ’t w8 nmore

You reply as you settle down onto your bed and unfastening your pants with a shuffle of your hips.

Ur alone ryt? In ur bed?

Yes yes YES! You're sure he can feel your desperation with your message. A damn shame you couldn’t call, but with walls so thin and with how nervous Kylar was, you weren’t about to call and the others were too fucking nosey. Plus, as much as you love him, you knew he’d only breathe heavily and squeak as he masturbated.

Another ding and a photo came up. Kylar's leaking uncut cock. It was hard to see with how dark it was, the blackness creeping in and making it somewhat grainy. It was almost funny in a way. Your hand dipped down into your pants and started idly groping.

I din touch lk u asked.

You let him know what a good boy he is.

Pls cn i c u?

You fumble around with your pants pulling them down to your mid-thigh. You were leaking just as much as he was. You let your juices collect on your fingers and pull it away just enough to leave a strand, snapping an artful photo. You gently play with yourself, waiting for a response. You really hope he hasn’t cum yet.

Ping!

Ur so prfct. ru thinking abt me? I kept thinking abt u. U touching urself.

Not the best, but he’s getting there. He’s too cute. Maybe getting him worked up will net you something good? You tell him every little detail about one of your fantasies. A quick send and a hope for the best.

I cud do dat. I'll hld u dwn n watch u squirm. Tie u up so u cn ’t run. Leave ur mouth open tho so i cn hear u. I <3 ur voice. So ns. ur clothes r ns but tey ’d luk btr cut off small scraps and u while yer nakd on my bed in front of me. I'd cum u ova n ova til u couldn’t move. All we'd do is fuckk, we'd eat while still pressed against each other. u won’t be able to leave me ever, forever.

Right after he sent a video of his small fingers digging into the meat of his cock and rubbing it with vigor. It looked somewhat painful with how hard he was gripping himself, but in the haze of lust it made your stomach tingle. He was that excited for you? It only made you want to match his pace. Fuck, he was too cute. His freckled shaft, messy pubes, painted finger nails with chips all over digging into the crown of his cock, his stubby finger digging into the tip.

How desperately you’d like to have that in your mouth, or even desperately slamming into you as he tried to keep his eyes focused on you, but was twisted up from the tightness and pleasure you offered him. He was too cute for his good. You pushed your fingers inside yourself and tried to find the depth of Kylar when he was inside and tease that spot. Imagining him above you now.

You tell him what you are doing, even send a video back of your fingers pushing into your hole, all close up just like he enjoys. You swear you can almost hear him squeak with delight.

But then you hear another noise, muffled but surely there now. You weren’t about to have someone from school taking photos or listening in. You frown and throw your phone onto the bed and move to your closet. Without a missing a  beat, you rip it open, and you see Kylar’s tiny form in a makeshift nest of your clothes. Hands still on his painfully hard cock. His eyes wide and his mouth open with a bit of drool still slowly creeping down his face.

You really should be shocked. You're not sure if it was the force of adoration you had for the little, scruffy man, or the lust still had buzzing over your flesh. Maybe it is the fucked up combination of both? You grab his shirt, and he lets out a string of apologizes filled with dread as his phone clatters to the floor and he holds his arms up to protect himself.

You press a heated kiss to his unguarded lips, you can feel his body go limp

Calmed instantly by your love. He kisses back, lowering his arms and peeking at your expression before latching on with desperation, grinding his cock against your bare leg, and he messily sucks you into his mouth. Tongue and all. He takes a long moment to get an aftertaste of you and your toothpaste before pulling away, tongue still peeking out of his chapped lips.

“Y-your not mad?”

How could you be when the object of your desires is now right there in front of you? You tell him just that and his face flushes even more and you can feel his cock twitch against your thighs. You yank him over to your bed and tumble over, pulling him on top of you with a smirk on your face.

You don’t need any more words. He understands your silent tango and dives in to taste you.

[naquey]

i swear im cooking on that btr x d&j one-shot that is entirely self indulgent because yes, its just a lot of words

[slimeince]

IMPORTANT ! :D

Hello everyone! I just wanted to make an announcement that im moving all of my lab rats / mighty med / btr / mbav etc content to @klepto-kaz !

I just wanted to post about this as i am about to re-do my main blog layout and i dont want to confuse anyone. Im turning this main blog into more of a special interest based account! I would love to continue interacting with this community on my new sideblog!

[knightzp]

heLLo miki how r u?? i need to ask did u have a favourite big time rush song & why. i need to know i am curious. also favourite band member :D ? ive been listening to their songs non-stop for the past few days lmao. theyre honestly super motivating

hi hiii tiaki!!!! im doing good how are you !!

also do you know what have you done sending this ask. since i didnt remember the names of the songs i had to go look them up and obviously listen to them to remember. its been like 2 hours of me listening btr (and still going) and ngl im having the time of my life aldjsks i remembered they were good but GOD i clearly had forgotten just how catchy and motivating they were!!!

ANYWAYS i used to listen to a lot of their songs (from their two first albums) but yes i had some faves!!! i remember i was sooo obsessed with 'this is our someday' (listening to it rn btw) i loved its rhythm since the first time i listened to it and i also really like the lyrics, it just feels very positive and freeing to me, makes me feel like everything is possible! others i also like a huge lot, mostly bc of their rhythm and bc theyre very catchy, are 'paralyzed' 'windows down' 'nothing even matters' 'city is ours' 'til i forget about you' 'boyfriend' 'elevate' and of course 'big time rush' bc the opening of the tv show is such a banger!!!

and my fave member was logan!!!! he was the nerd of the group but still as silly as all the rest and i just loved him a lot <3 also really liked carlos bc how not to??? he was so funny and iconic always with his helmet

now i need to know abt you too!! what were your fave member and songs??? :D

[davidshawnsown]

Cuban Army 1st Guards Armored Division (Central Army)

Nicknamed the "Sanguily Rescue Division" - it was created in 1965 as a corps level formation of 3 armored and 2 infantry regiments and later became an armored division. Its oldest unit is the 2600th Armored Brigade - the former 26 July 1st Motorized Infantry Regiment that fought in the Bay of Pigs landing operation of 1961 - and was raised as an armored battalion equipped with Western systems in 1959. It is the armored fist of the Cuban Army today and is stationed as part of the Central Army.

IMU that brigade is restored to its original name as this division - one of a few designated Guards (Division Blindada de la Guardia) for its role in the Cuban supported operations in Africa and Grenada in the Cold War - is by now being reequipped shedding its old equipment for modern systems. For example its armored battalions are now equipped with Russian T-72s and T-62s as well as Chinese Type 15s and Iranian Tosans, as well as the Type 11 assault gun platform in two of the brigades. Infantry battalions are equipped with the BTR-70 and the Type 8 wheeled IFVs, the BMP-2 and VN11 tracked IFVs and the Type 90 APC. The 90th Mechanized Infantry operates both the BTR-70 and Tiuna in its motorized battalion. The historical companies under the depot regiment use majority of the early systems the division uses for historical and parade purposes as well as for educational tools given the division's role in Cuban military history. These include:

M4 Shermans

T17E1 Staghounds

Comets

M18 Hellcats

T-34

SU-100

T-54/55

T-62

BTR-50

BTR-152

BTR-60

BMP-1

BMP-122 SPG

It also has an armored cavalry regiment organized with Venezuelan assistance, which is patterned after the armored brigades and organized similarly but with a purpose of both armored recon and offensive operations in support of armor and infantry elements. Also IMU the placement of such regiments in divisional level by the FARC is to also ensure continuity of traditions of the Cuban "caballeria Mambisa" of the War of Independence and the Spanish American War.

Brigade artillery regiments are equipped with Chinese PLL-01 towed howitzers, the Type 7 SPG and the Fajr-3 MLRS from Iran. The cavalry regiment's artillery group is a mixed of tracked and wheeled self-propelled gun systems. DIVARTY on the other hand alongside all these uses M-46 howitzers, BM-21 Grads, Fajr-5s, CJ-10 and Soumar cruise missiles in the land attack role, and Hwasongpho-11b and Zelzar-3 TBMs.

Divisional air defense is organized into the brigade level regiments armed with Strela-10s and SPAGGs of the ZSU series and the BTR-60 organized into two battalions each and the divisional air defense regiment organized into groups of towed and self-propelled guns and missile systems armed with the following:

ZU-23, PG-99 and S-60 towed air defense guns

ZSU-57-2s, PGL-12 and T-57 Duplex SPAGGS

HQ-6, Strela-10, HQ-17, S-125 Dvina, FK-3 and Bavar-373 SAMs

This division is the only one with brigade level and divisional regiments of air defense in the Cuban Army as the rest of the divisions have air defense groups of battalion size in the brigade level with more assets either in regimental or brigade level under divisional command.

Local systems like the BTR-100 and the David and the Jupiter D-30 mobile wheeled SPG, as well as the Venezuelan Tiuna, are present to give an Latin American look to the division as well as to provide a showcase of the Cuban military industry.

The reason IMU there's a political affairs unit is because of the strong Soviet influence in the Cuban Army and to ensure control by the Communist Party over the armed forces. However, it maintains a more recent creation of a chaplaincy unit to ensure religious care among the mostly Christian service personnel of the division.

The division's CIMIC battalion and SAR elements of the engineer regiment provide aid to civil autorities capability during war and peacetime calamities, joined by elements of the division's Youth Labor Army battalion placed under its combat service support regiment.

IMU this and other divisions are reinforced in wartime by elements of the Territorial Troops, the Civil Defense of Cuba and the National Reserves, which would form a 2nd infantry brigade from elements of these organizations in the division's AOR.

@lukeexplorer

[unitcd]

"you're the one who started flirting, not me."

There was a chance that he might have started flirting with Gina, BUT he was going to play it off since she had reciprocated the action. "I can't help it if I'm naturally FLIRTY." James shrugged his shoulders. "Plus, you were flirting right back, so it seems like you enjoyed it." The singer folded his arms beneath his head and lounged back against the chair by the pool, glancing over at the girl sitting beside him. "You didn't have to flirt back, but ya did." He shrugged.