tysukier

[tysukier]

You caught me ✋🏼😮‍💨

[tysukier]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲!!!! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬. ��𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬! 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤! 🩵🩵

NAH CAUSE THE FACT THAT I TRIED TO SEND YOU THIS AND IT DIDN’T WORK HAS ME BALLING BUT THANK YOU 💜💜

[tysukier]

WE NEED THIS GOOD LORD PLEASE

plead with this Beatiful angel of a woman for a freaky mood butt drummer. No hesitation, WE NEED THIS, WE LOVE THIS, WE MUST HAVE IT @mattslolita

please mommy?

https://www.tumblr.com/mattslolita/770538786198290432/now-this-might-be-a-little-much-buttt-drummer

okay but can we get a diff version of this when you are in a freaky mood…

perhaps if someone asks for it👅👅

[tysukier]

Ya’ll nee mental help, because you forgot then number 64, which is odd ☝🏼🤓

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

[tysukier]

creaming

chris had came home from a long day of runs. he walked inside the room he was tired, but the problem in his pants didn't seem it was leaving soon. that's how you ended up underneath him. face down ass up, he softly rutted into your soft walls feeling then suck him in deeper. you wanted him to plow you not some soft shit.

"are you in yet chris?" you asked your voice lacing with attitude. you were trying to get him annoyed, to get under his skin, to get him mad. "excuse me?" chris spoke. chris thought this had to be some joke his dick had you crying even screaming but now you were questioning him if he was even inside?

"i asked if you're in yet babe" you tried again. you were doing this on purpose it was obvious, but chris couldn't help but let it get under his skin. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. he flipped you over quickly and plowed into you. an audible gasp escaped your mouth.

he didn't even let you adjust as he started thrusting rough and fast. "am i in yet?" he asked mocking your question from earlier. your eyes rolled back as your back arched taking him in deeper "i asked a fucking question y/n" he grabbed your jaw forcefully not enough to hurt but enough to keep you in place.

"mhm y-yes chris" you felt yourself reaching your high quickly. "that's what i fucking thought. haah f-fuck don't ever ask a question like again" he said as he noticed the tiny bulge on your stomach he pressed down on it. "ya feel me ma? so fucking deep in this dirty pussy"

"uh huh" you moaned loudly as you reached your high "mh please chris m'wanna c-cum baby" you said. the bed creeks as the headboard hits the wall repeatedly over and over again. "y'wanna cum for me ma? go ahead cum all over m'cock." he said as he plowed faster reaching his high. you tightened around him "fffuck you got it mama, that's my good girlll" you were in for a longg night.

y'all I didn't reread this cause i really dgaf that much but yolo!! first blurb kind of nervous 😖😖 y'all this suck icl (especially the ending wtf) but practice makes perfect!! 😋

dividers by @issysh3ll (🐒) and @dollywons (🐆)

[tysukier]

THIS IS SO GOOD, LIKE, MARRY ME

i’m gonna lock you in my basement and force you to write more of these, they’re to good. i’m actually about to chain you to my bed, ily so much this is amazing

What’s better than a jealous, possessive Simon? Nothing. Get ready for all the drama and dirty you didn’t even know you needed. cw: jealousy, possessiveness, explicit language, rough sex, dirty talk... MDNI

You didn’t mean anything by it.

Really, you didn’t. Just a harmless laugh at some half-assed joke from one of the new guys on base. He was nervous, awkward, trying to find his footing among a team full of people who didn’t blink twice before throwing themselves into the line of fire.

So you were being nice. You smiled. You touched his arm when he said something funny. You laughed—not even your real laugh, just the polite one. The one that lets people think they’re charming even when they’re not.

But Ghost saw it.

He was halfway across the room, but he saw the way you leaned in, the way your lips curved, the way you let your hand rest on that guy’s forearm just a second too long. His jaw clenched, his arms crossed.

You saw it out of the corner of your eye and figured he was just being his usual silent, broody self. But the look he gave you? That wasn’t just disapproval. That was something else...

You forgot about it after a while. Finished the briefing and headed back to your room. You got halfway through pulling your shirt off when there was a knock—no, a thud—at your door.

You barely had time to register it before the door swung open.

He didn’t wait for permission. Didn’t ask. He just stepped in, shut the door behind him, and locked it.

“Something you need, Lieutenant?” you asked, arching a brow, still standing in your half-unbuttoned pants.

He didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, jaw tight behind the mask, chest rising with slow, controlled breaths. Then he walked toward you, calm and quiet, like he had all the time in the world.

You blinked. “Ghost—”

His gloved hand came up, grabbed your chin—not rough, but firm enough to shut you up.

“You like makin’ other men laugh?” he said low, his voice rough and close.

You swallowed. “It wasn’t like that.”

“No?” He tilted your face toward his. “Could’ve fooled me. Thought I was watchin’ my girl giggle like some fuckin’ schoolgirl over a guy who couldn’t make you come even if you spelled it out for him.”

You snorted nervously, trying to keep it light. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

He leaned in until his mask brushed your cheek. “Next time you flirt,” he growled, “I’ll put a leash on you.”

Your breath caught, and that’s all it took.

He grabbed the waistband of your pants and yanked them down in one smooth motion, spinning you around and pressing you up against the wall. His hand was at the back of your neck, pushing you forward until your cheek was flat against the cold surface.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the sound got caught in your throat when you felt him behind you—already hard, already pressing into you through his gear.

“Ghost—”

“Simon,” he corrected. “You’re gonna say my name when I fuck the brat out of you.”

His hand slid between your legs, rough gloves against bare skin, and you gasped when he touched you—no teasing, no buildup, just dirty, possessive fingers sliding right through your slick, like he’d expected it.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he murmured, voice darker now, lower. “Drippin’ for me while you’re out there laughin’ at other men’s bullshit. You think they could make you feel like this? Think he’d know what to do with a needy little thing like you?”

You whined when he pressed harder, after yanking off his gloves and sliding two fingers inside, curling them deep, rubbing against that spot that made your knees weak.

“Answer me.”

“N-no, he wouldn’t,” you breathed out, already shaking.

“That’s right.” He pulled back just long enough to undo his belt, shove his pants down, and drag your hips back against him. “You’re mine. Been mine. Just forgot for a second. S’right—I’ll remind you.”

You moaned when he pushed in, when his cock stretched you open without warning, just thick, hard, possessive pressure that made you arch your back and grab at the wall for something to hold on to.

He groaned behind you, one hand fisting in your hair, the other wrapped tight around your throat. “Fuckin’ tight,” he muttered. “Can feel how wet you are—fuck, bet you were thinkin’ about me when he made you laugh. Bet you were hopin’ I’d get like this. Mean. Messy. Jealous.”

You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t breathe past the way he was fucking into you, deep and rough, hips slamming into yours with every thrust like he wanted to fuck the memory of that other guy right out of your body.

“Let me catch you lookin’ at someone else again,” he said, teeth at your shoulder, biting down hard enough to bruise. “I’ll make sure they know who you belong to. I’ll fuck you in front of him if I have to. Let him watch you come on my cock while you scream my fuckin’ name.”

“Simon—fuck—”

“Yeah, that’s it. Say it again.”

“Simon—please—”

“Please what?” he snarled, snapping his hips harder, angrier, dragging every inch of him out slow before slamming back in like he needed to ruin you.

“Please don’t stop,” you gasped, fingers scrambling at the wall, legs shaking.

“Wasn’t planning on it. Not until you learn your fuckin’ lesson.”

He reached around, rubbed your clit in tight, messy circles, just enough to send you spiraling. You came with a cry, body locking up, trembling around him, and he didn’t stop—not even when your legs gave out. He held you up, kept fucking into you with punishing pace, chasing his own release like he had something to prove.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned, voice ragged now. “I’ll fuck you so full you’ll be leaking for hours—so every step you take reminds you who fucked you stupid.”

You whined, barely able to keep upright, and with one last thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, filthy growl, his hips jerking against you as he emptied inside.

He didn’t pull out. He just stayed there, chest heaving, hands still on your hips, like he couldn’t let go.

After a long pause, he leaned in and said, right against your ear:

“Do it again, and I’ll make sure the whole base hears what you sound like when you’re mine.”

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@daydreamerwoah @kylies-love-letter @ghostslollipop @kittygonap @alfiestreacle @identity2212 @farylfordaryl @rafaelacallinybbay @akkahelenaa @lovelovelovelovelove987654321 @wraith-bravo6

[tysukier]

Peter Pan Imagine/ firewood

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“You’re such a good girl, darling.” The words echoing in your ear as he pressed you against a tree, thrusting into you, his tip brushing your cervex

“I-I thought I was su-supposed to-mhmm-fuck-…” His hands gripping your sides, hips slamming into yours.

“Supposed to what, love?” Lips locking onto the skin on your neck, teeth, licking before he bit down, sucking slowly.

“Be getting f-firewood-oh god!” His teeth skinning the nose of your neck like a poisoned knife, all the way up to your earlobe, tongue flicking out like a lizard .

“I don’t think that’s happening.” His smirk large and cocky, eyes dark with lust as his right hand came down, fingers rubbing your clit faster than earlier damn

“Peter, c-can’t do it anymore, s’to m-much!” Your voice breaking as his balls come in contact with your ass, his length stretching you out to the point where you see stars.

“Just a little longer, love, can you do that for me?” He asked, titling his head at you as his thrust turned into relentless pounding, his nails digging into your flesh with suck force, he left marks.

“Can’t, I’m sorry!” The tears flowing, your heart racing, sweat pricking and dripping as you were pastel rose gold, panting like you just ran a race of fucking that was terrible

You came all over him, stomach clenching, insides fluttering with evil little butterflies as he cooed and said; “could the poor little thing not handle it? Well, that’s a shame. Guess you’ll learn to adapt quicker, won’t you? Once you gather your firewood, my hut.” He growled, thrusting one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

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Note: NOT PROOF READ PLEASE DONT JUDGE THE RANDOM COMAS 😖😩

Y'all…I tried ✋🏼😔

[tysukier]

Not gonna lie that’s kinda hot…. 👉🏼👈🏼

What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose

[tysukier]

THIS IS MEEEEEEEE IM CRYING RN SOMEBODY HUG ME AHDKDJDNDN

Following the anon i sent so I was thinking that singer!reader has always struggled with loving her like thighs and stomach or smt but hear me out if you’re comfortable with it maybe some mentions of self harm like

A scenario

So reader and Chris are laying in bed cuddling or some shit and he’s like tracing his fingers up and don on her thighs and he notices her scars orrr

They’re laying and he compliments her and she goes on a rampage of how she’s not and how ugly her stomach is or smt

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris knows how to make singer!reader feel pretty

tw: mentions of body image issues

you're sat on the edge of the couch in chris' big living room, scrolling through photos on your phone. your gaze lingers a little too long on a paparazzi picture of yourself from last weekend, your legs prominently featured. a familiar wave of self-doubt washes over you, and before you can stop yourself, you mutter under your breath, "fuck, my thighs look huge."

chris, who’s been freestyling under his breath while jotting down lyrics in his notebook across the couch, freezes mid-bar. his head snaps up, and his eyes narrow, like he can’t believe what he just heard.

"hold up, what'd you say ma?"

you glance at him, trying to play it off. "nothing, forget it," you mumble wearily as you shake your head.

"nah, nah, we ain't doin' that." he gets up, his notebook abandoned on the coffee table, and strides over to you. "what’s this bullshit 'bout your thighs?”

you sigh, trying to avoid his gaze, but chris crouches down in front of you, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours.

"they’re just... big," you mumble. "like, bigger than they should be."

chris scoffs like you just insulted his entire existence. "bigger than they should be? mama, stop fuckin' wit me right now."

you try to laugh, but it’s weak. "i’m serious, chris. i see all these girls online with these slim legs, and then there’s me. i just feel...i dunno...out of place, i guess."

he sits beside you, shaking his head, still looking like he’s offended on your thighs’ behalf. "you’re trippin'. hard. have y'seen yourself? like, really looked at y'self? 'cause if y'did," he says, reaching out to lightly squeeze one of your thighs, "you’d know your thighs are perfect. thick, pretty, sexy as hell—are you serious?"

your cheeks heat up, and you roll your eyes, but he’s just getting started.

"y'know what your thighs say to me?” he continues and smirks a bit, leaning in. "they tell me you're perfect, tell me y'got the full package. tell me you’re built like a model, and that i’d be a dumbass not to appreciate you."

you can’t help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery, and he grins, knowing he’s getting through to you as he brushes his fingers lightly over the smooth skin on your thigh.

"listen baby," he starts, using his free hand to gently cup your jaw and turn your face to his, "i know the world tries to tell girls all this bullshit 'bout what they’re supposed to look like, but lemme tell you sum'n real: you are it for me. all o'you. those thighs you’re trippin' over? they’re one of my favorite things 'bout you."

he moves his hand down to your knee, his thumb drawing little circles. "so stop comparin' yourself to edited pictures on the internet, aight? you’re real, 'n you’re beautiful, 'n if anyone’s got a problem wit' that, they can see me 'bout it."

your chest feels lighter, the weight of insecurity lifting under his unwavering gaze and heartfelt words. you smile, finally meeting his eyes.

"okay," you whisper.

"okay?" he teases. "that’s it? after i jus' dropped the most fire compliments of all time?"

you laugh again, swatting his arm. "thank you, chris. really."

"'course," he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. "now stop geekin', i gotta go write a verse 'bout how my girl’s got the finest thighs in the game."

you roll your eyes, but your smile lingers long after he’s returned to his notebook on the other side of the couch.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i'm not comfortable writing about self harm, so i hope this was good!

thank you for reading!! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott

@chrissturnsfav ™

[tysukier]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who listens to your rant about your day, his mind racing with thoughts about what he could say to make you feel better, or do.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who lets you cry into him while you're venting. His thick fingers rubbing circles on his back and hips, his palms squeezing your skin occasionally as he lets your tears soak his shirt. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who gives you a couple minutes to compose yourself, telling you about how: ‘your in’a safe place.’ , ‘I’ll alway’s be ther’ fer ya lovey.’ and sweet things he only says to you, and infront of you, with no one else around.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who then strips you of your cloths, releasing his thick, veiny cock as he whispers into your ear sweetly; “I’m’a make ya fe’l bet’er lovey, alright’y?” 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who  slowly pounds into you, using his right hand and caressing your tear streaked cheek as he would kiss your neck softly, leaving small love bites as his balls would slap your ass softly with his hips hitting yours, leaving bruises, even at the slow pace.

Simon ‘Ghost! Riley who  would grip the fat of your hips, his cock plunging into your cervix with such softness, yet the intensity had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your face stained salty and beat red, your hands gripping his beefy arms as you moaned out Simon over and over until your tongue went numb. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who would, once you had cum for the 4 time within 27 minutes, would clean you up using his hand tongue, his teeth occasionally grazing your swollen clit, sometimes intentionally, sometimes on accident, but every time he did, it would send you closer to another organism, your fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles peach red from your grip as you would gasp and sigh in pleasure and from the denial and all of the teasing. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who will eat you out once he’s done cleaning you up, once in a while looking up at you from in between your thighs, holding your knees apart as your palms pressed against his scalp with such force that had his fingers digging farther into your skin, making your knees feel like they were going to pop open. 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who would see your eyes roll into the back of your head, your face flustered and redder than a tomato as your mouth hung open, drool dripping down the side of your mouth, right at the corner as you gasped out; “Fuck, Simon! Feels so good- mhmm- don’t stop baby~” your fingers tangling into his hair as he smirked into your soaking wet cunt, his left hand leaving your knee and sliding down the inside of your thigh, plunging into your velvety, warm depths. 

(Just a little nasty thought that’s been powering my fingers in my pussy for a couple days, so I gave it to you sluts, hope you like it babes!)

[tysukier]

GIVE HUGS YOU GORGEOUS BABY GIRLS/BOYS

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

[tysukier]

I CANT BREATHE ITS SO GOOD FIJENWKWKEMD

now this might be a ...little much BUTTT drummer chris spanking sweetheart reader with his sticks?????????????????

( i can't tell if u meant this sexually or not but I am in a fluff mood i fear )

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

the only thing you could focus on was your chem homework ─── but chris didn't like it.

he had been at his band practice again, which had run late. his original plan was to come to your dorm room and spend the remainder of the day with you, but his wishes ceased to exist when he found you sprawled out across your bed, engrossed in your studies.

chris tried every possible way to distract you, but you wouldn't judge, which he knew ─── but he was stubborn. he wouldn't give up so easily.

you were laying on your stomach, humming a random song under your breath as you head bopped up and down. chris's ears perk up when he hears you, beginning to hum quietly under his own breath.

the soft plush of your ass causes him to grin as an idea suddenly plagues his mind ─── he reaches off to the side of the bed where his drumsticks rest idly, holding them in his hand. chris grins and licks his lips as his eyes rest on the mound of your backside.

a small gasp leaves your lips when chris's drumsticks come down to land on your ass softly, in tune with the song you hummed.

"chri- what are you doin'?" you ask, eyes widening as you turn to face him incredously.

"what?" he mocks, grinning as he bops his head up and down, playing the rhythm of paradise city on your ass.

you can't help the giggle that leaves your lips as you continue bopping your head, singing the words under your breath. "take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..."

"oh won't you please take me home?" chris sings along with you, hitting the drums a little harder on your ass.

"okay, too hard!" you warn him, moving your butt to the side causing it to jiggle.

"that's what she said."

chris's eyes follow the movement with a hungry glint in his eyes, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head as you look back down at your homework. "you little perv..."

[tysukier]

I was gonna post this before Hallooween, but OH NO I can’t finish a simple little drawing until fucking 7 days from Christmas!!!

AGHHH

[tysukier]

HOLY SHIT I CANT BREATH IM SCREAMING AND SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

Freak!chris loves when reader is laying with her back on him her tits and pussy all on display while he slowly pumps into her from underneath 🤤

mmmm yes!

freak!chris looooooves putting you in this position, ass flush to his pelvis as he fucks you slow n’ deep. he gets so turned on by the way his dick slides in ‘n out of your sloppy cunt with those wet squelches, by your sticky slick drooling down his balls and soaking into the bedspread — or couch, or any other surface he’s fucking you on.

he loves how he has the easiest access to your clit — he’ll play with the sensitive little nub until you’re crying, body thrashing against his as pleas and whimpers fall from your lips, begging him for more; to speed up or something, because you simply can’t take it anymore.

“oh, mhmm, y’can take it, ma,” he coos, dick kicking and throbbing within your walls — you’re so wet and desperate for him, pussy crying around him and body trembling. “keep takin’ it deep, baby, yeah — jus’ like that. i’ll take care of’ya, ma.”

and he will. just as soon as he’s done driving you crazy with those slow, deep pumps in that greedy li’l pussy, he’ll fuck your brains out so fast you’ll break.

taglist <3 (shoot an ask if you’d like to be added!) — @emely9274 @nxra-cxm

[tysukier]

No I have not. I haven’t in a couple good god damn 4 years lovely. But have YOU? 👁️👄👁️

[tysukier]

(Their hand sticking out of the rubble, the rest of their body covered my rocks and dirt particles) it’s kinda cozy down here.

[hoarsely] is everyone ok