Ruins Of Pompeii, Naples, Italy

¬ Edinburgh, Scotland

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𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “you like feeling my shit hmm?”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tom Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, drunk Tom, somnophilia (reader does wake up at some point, sleepy reader, non-con sex.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 666 Words

𝐀/𝐍: has been a while but I have missed you all 🫶🏾, having the worst case of writer block it’s bad 😭. Anyway listen to Tokio hotel.

You knew Tom would come home at odd hours during the night since he’d normally go out drinking to celebrate which was every other evening.

Every night, you would constantly hear the thudding steps of the band walking back into the dorms. Tom would always come back drunk, switching on the light with a hiccup as he got changed.

Today was no different, you were in a deep sleep. The sounds of Tom’s boots echoed throughout the room as he stood in front of the bed.

“B-baby you awake” he slurred, waiting for an answer but all he got in response was a furrow of your brows at the calling of your name and a groan as you turned over, breathing slowly.

He hiccuped, stripping into his boxers and walking over to the foot of the bed. You snored, fingers twitching as Tom climbed onto the bed and hovered over your limp body.

He pulled off the covers and you still had no reaction, you were only in a tank top and panties since it was hot but you barley noticed the extra layer of warmth being pulled off your body.

He smirked to himself, easy access.

He slowly, dragged down your panties till they reached your knees and pulled out his cock, pressing it against the wet slik your pussy created and he slowly pushed himself inside you, letting out a low sigh. You move a little, your face twitching a bit. He waited a bit, before moving into you at a slow pace.

You let out a moan in your sleep, face contorting and body moving but you didn’t fully wake up. He made small grunts at the tightness, feeling it compress around him.

He wanted more…he wasn’t satisfied with the small strokes and with that his tempo increased, the long strokes of his dick had you ferociously moaning.

Your eyes open, making eye contact with Tom. “F-fuck Tom what are you doing” you say, back arching as your hands flew to his back. “What d-does it look like I’m doing” he replied, pointing the obvious. You let out a breathless sigh, as he grabbed a hold of your legs propping them onto his shoulders.

This allowed him to go in deeper, pounding into your aching hole as you screamed. He places a cold hand onto your mouth, silencing your moans. “SSSshhh- you’ll wake the others…you don’t want them h-hearing how good I’m making you feel hmm” he whispers, plummeting deep inside you.

You could smell the whiskey tainting his breath as he licked his lips and his breath hit your face.

The cold sweat oozed off your neck, as the room became hot and humid, it was impossible to keep the loud screams of pure pleasure from spilling out, pushing your head into the crack of his neck.

Each stroke was rougher than the last feeling as if you were on cloud nine, the intense eye contact with Tom made you closer than you already were. He stroked the flying hairs from your face, sucking love bites onto your neck and bringing you into a anguished kiss. “Fuck- your still t-tight, you like feeling my shit hmm”

You moan at his words, the pupils of your eyes spinning back and your nails scratching at anything in your way. He knew you were close watching as your back arched and your lips whispered incoherent words, “Such a fucking slut” he degraded, gripping your hair.

His words sent you over the edge and you let out a silent scream, feeling the high of your orgasm at its peak as you released. he continued his violent plunges, whispering incomprehensibly to himself. “Shittttt…” he groaned, releasing his load into you as his movements slowed.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips, before passing out next to you. You took a moment to catch your breath, going to clean yourself up and coming back to the bedroom.

You kiss his cheek, before going back to sleep.

By kjp

— ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs !

ᴍɪʟᴇs ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇs.

— ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

ᥫ᭡ broken promises (e-42!miles)

summary: while earth 42 miles comes off a lot tougher than 1610’s based off his cold demeanor and his trauma induced apathy, somewhere under that hard shell, he’s still the sweet boy he used to be and wants love just like anyone else. miles is aged up to 17 in this, simply for the plot! wc: 2,640

ᥫ᭡ trust who? (e-42!miles)

summary: you were taken from him a year ago, and now it seems the universe has given him a chance to do things differently— and this time, he’s not letting you go. no matter what. wc: 1,648

ᥫ᭡ sleepover (e-1610!miles)

summary: miles’ parents finally agreed to letting the two of you have a sleepover, on one condition. however, miles was never the best at following directions. wc: 1,630

ᥫ᭡ roller skating (e-42!miles)

summary: you and miles go on a date to the roller rink and you have a hard time picking up the skill. you ask him to demonstrate for you and he obliges, but you’re so caught up in him that you’re not sure you learned anything at all. wc: 1,254

— ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs

ᥫ᭡ facetime (e-42!miles)

summary: you love miles, but his overbearing nature is beginning to irritate you. the two of you get into an argument over it on facetime, and you snap at him and hang up the phone. wc: 1,537

ᥫ᭡ 2:00 AM (e-42!miles)

summary: miles has a hard time falling asleep when you’re not next to him. wc: 1,205

ᥫ᭡ besos (e-1610!miles)

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

ᥫ᭡ braiding his hair (e-42!miles)

summary: Miles is very particular when it comes to how his hair looks, so he doesn’t let just anyone put their hands in his head. His mom has been braiding it for him since he was in middle school, and he’d found no reason to change routine until you’d randomly expressed interest one day. wc: 702

ᥫ᭡ matching nails (e-42!miles)

summary: you ask miles if the two of you can paint your nails a matching color. wc: 476

— ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

ᥫ᭡ what it’s like dating earth42!miles

ᥫ᭡ what it’s like dating earth1610!miles

ᥫ᭡ earth42!miles with a plus size reader

ᥫ᭡ ice skating with earth1610!miles

ᥫ᭡ miles!42 and miles!1610 as twins

— ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘᴀʀᴛ ғɪᴄs/sᴇʀɪᴇs(s)

ᥫ᭡ Unforgettable (e-1610!miles)

↳ part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

— ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs

ᥫ᭡ miles g spotify playlist (e-42!miles)

— my fics are written through the eyes of a black reader, sometimes implied, but typically not specified!

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Brewer Lake - Algonquin Provincial Park - 2:48am

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This is the Pleiades! 💫💫💫

This stunning cluster is the nearest object in the Messier catalog to Earth and is easily visible in the night sky. Each of these stars are almost 40 times brighter than our Sun and are surrounded by a reflection nebula! 🌞🌞🌞

Taken by me (Michelle Park) using the Slooh Canary Two telescope on October 22nd, 2020 at 22:56 UTC.

♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ jonathan byers would actually be the most perfect, loving boyfriend there ever was. he’s such an amazingly caring, kind guy. there’s no other way to describe it. from the way he treats the people he loves shows exactly that, his protective gentle nature always made your soul smile, if that was even possible.

you don’t care though because it was true. jonathan was the little firefly that came into your life. he spread his wings, and instantly brightened up your world. you never thought you would ever fall in love with such a soft, nurturing human. but you were so incredibly grateful.

he’d be just the cutest and most domestic.

-ˏˋ ❀ ❀ ❀ ˊˎ-

it was one early morning at the byers trailer. after a study session going on for too long last night, you decided to stay over his and made sure to let tell your parents know. they absolutely adored your lover and trusted him so it didn’t take too much convincing to do. and joyce? oh man did she love you so. she practically treats you like her own.

you had woken up from your slumber, your fatigue body dragging itself into the kitchen and living area as best as you could. your eyes were met with the sight of your shirtless boyfriend *due to the fact he gave you his shirt for you to sleep in* at the stove, a spatula in his hand as he cooked. will was sitting at the little table coloring while joyce was pacing around looking for her purse.

the byers mother caught your sluggish figure first, a beautiful smile illuminating her face when she sees you.

“morning, sweetheart. how are you feeling?”

“good morning, ms. byers. i’m great, thank you! how about you?”the older woman scoffs lightly, grabbing her purse she finally finds on the couch. “oh love, it’s joyce! it’s some coffee left in the pot, help yourself out sweetheart” the words were a bit rushed as she grabbed everything she needed for work. making sure to peck both of her boys on their cheeks, giving you a hug before announcing her departure.

jonathan turns his head from the sizzling skillet to face you. giving you that warm smile you just love so so much.

“hey honey” he softly greets, a content hum emitting from him at the way you wrapped your arms around his waist. your face pressed against the relaxed muscles of his bare back.

“hi baby” you reply with the same sincereness, giving his body one last tight squeeze before breaking away from him. backing away to go up to ruffle will’s hair, giggling when he groans and shakes your hands off him. a smile plastering his face regardless at your antics.

“i’m making some eggs, babe. would you like some?” you immediately nod your head, coincidentally feeling your stomach vibrating with raging hunger in that moment. the older byers boy chuckles at your frantic motions, moving away from the stove momentarily to place a sweet kiss at your forehead.

“go grab a plate, i’m almost done. i’ll make you the special”suddenly will perks up, a confused expression on his face.

“what’s the special?”

“well, will. it’s called the special for a reason, buddy. it’s only reserved for y/n”

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