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CHEY

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my mainblog: @cheyshaunted

my resource blog: @cheysarchives

my most recent work: worshipping abby anderson

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"𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓."

©𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬.

Anonymous asked:

in regard to the advisor:

explode them with ur mind.

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LMAOOO i wasn’t even mad just distraught😭 i tend to get anxious when i have to wait for things and ik march is early for registration but i gotta be on top of my shit or i’ll forget AND I HAD TO FIND OUT SHE WAS DODGING MY CALLS THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE. FOR HER LUNCH BREAK. WTF

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it’s 3am i can’t sleep and i have an advising appointment tomorrow morning someone please kill me

update: my advisor cancelled on me TWICE (without warning or an explanation) to have an early lunch break and i had to get registered with someone else😭 why would you agree to the time i requested if you know you’ll be unavailable..

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Anonymous asked:

Could you write something about worshipping Abby’s pussy… 🫢

warnings: 18+ content, body worship kink, wrote vaguely in terms of dynamics so you can imagine sub!top reader, sub reader, top reader etc, oral sex (a! receiving), implied overstimulation/long periods of sex

You go down her body like rigid rock underneath a waterfall, trailing South from pert breasts to the lines of her abdomen and so forth. You kiss the indentations in her hips and pass love from her belly button to the beginning of her short, blonde hair.

From there, you linger below. You tease beyond her clitoral hood, tongue swirling around the attention-craving bud to hear her falter.

"Shit," she curses. It’s all she can manage. Her breath is but a series of short pants, and then a sharp whoosh of oxygen when you lavish your wet tastebuds across her slit. She drips for you.

Abby is not one to hold still; from her sat position on the edge of the bed, the split expanse of her thighs were once separated, parted like a river with your head the divergent. The firm muscles of each thigh now meet your face, and you feel the melanin in her sun-tanned freckles practically print onto your flushed cheeks. You know you're doing a good job.

So you don't hesitate in her pleasure, and you do not stall for your own, though the sight of her teased and frustrated form is enticing. Your lips seal over the darkishly pinkened pearl like a kiss, and the heat that pours from your mouth and onto the very string that ties her needs to her brain like receptors, telling her it's all in love that you give her the thing she needs.

Streams of curses is all that spills from her tea rose lips. You impale through her hole, moaning into it the words of a lover when she immediately tenses up and relaxes again, but now a cracking temple above you.

You worship Abby down on your knees any time of the day you're able to. It's on your mind when she isn’t in your reaches; just the thought of your tongue buried deep inside the pussy that aches for you drives you to do things such as beg to eat her pussy, just because the taste of her essence on your tongue is worth the teasing look you receive as you toss your dignity into the nearest bin.

The only thing that humbles her is that you don't know when to stop. As long as she allows, you spend hours of your time picking her apart from her stem to the top branch of her frame. You don't care how many times she spills into your awaiting mouth—you'll swallow down her offering as many times as she needs to get her off.

It's that fine line between lapping at her cunt for your own pleasure and craving her ravished moans. You have an alternation that you tend to so frequently, switching between overloading the sensation of all you have to give onto her clit and then withdrawing to stretch her hole around your tongue, though you know it's not enough to make her cum.

And so like a follower to a deity, you devote yourself to the idolization of Abby—of those cloudy muscles and broad features. You look up every so often from your job to see her eyes meet yours in assurance that this is your dynamic: you between her thighs, below and giving, and her offering up the view of her nipples changing from soft, velvet-to-the-touch saucers to blossoming, needful points. You don't take much convincing from the look on her face to trail your hands up and thumb over the peaks.

And when she is drained of all power, your goddess tapping out, you pull away. Abby takes in the slick gleam on your chin and prideful tilt in your smile. When you wipe your mouth, you're missing her taste once more.

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Anonymous asked:

Could you write something about worshipping Abby’s pussy… 🫢

warnings: 18+ content, body worship kink, wrote vaguely in terms of dynamics so you can imagine sub!top reader, sub reader, top reader etc, oral sex (a! receiving), implied overstimulation/long periods of sex

You go down her body like rigid rock underneath a waterfall, trailing South from pert breasts to the lines of her abdomen and so forth. You kiss the indentations in her hips and pass love from her belly button to the beginning of her short, blonde hair.

From there, you linger below. You tease beyond her clitoral hood, tongue swirling around the attention-craving bud to hear her falter.

"Shit," she curses. It’s all she can manage. Her breath is but a series of short pants, and then a sharp whoosh of oxygen when you lavish your wet tastebuds across her slit. She drips for you.

Abby is not one to hold still; from her sat position on the edge of the bed, the split expanse of her thighs were once separated, parted like a river with your head the divergent. The firm muscles of each thigh now meet your face, and you feel the melanin in her sun-tanned freckles practically print onto your flushed cheeks. You know you're doing a good job.

So you don't hesitate in her pleasure, and you do not stall for your own, though the sight of her teased and frustrated form is enticing. Your lips seal over the darkishly pinkened pearl like a kiss, and the heat that pours from your mouth and onto the very string that ties her needs to her brain like receptors, telling her it's all in love that you give her the thing she needs.

Streams of curses is all that spills from her tea rose lips. You impale through her hole, moaning into it the words of a lover when she immediately tenses up and relaxes again, but now a cracking temple above you.

You worship Abby down on your knees any time of the day you're able to. It's on your mind when she isn’t in your reaches; just the thought of your tongue buried deep inside the pussy that aches for you drives you to do things such as beg to eat her pussy, just because the taste of her essence on your tongue is worth the teasing look you receive as you toss your dignity into the nearest bin.

The only thing that humbles her is that you don't know when to stop. As long as she allows, you spend hours of your time picking her apart from her stem to the top branch of her frame. You don't care how many times she spills into your awaiting mouth—you'll swallow down her offering as many times as she needs to get her off.

It's that fine line between lapping at her cunt for your own pleasure and craving her ravished moans. You have an alternation that you tend to so frequently, switching between overloading the sensation of all you have to give onto her clit and then withdrawing to stretch her hole around your tongue, though you know it's not enough to make her cum.

And so like a follower to a deity, you devote yourself to the idolization of Abby—of those cloudy muscles and broad features. You look up every so often from your job to see her eyes meet yours in assurance that this is your dynamic: you between her thighs, below and giving, and her offering up the view of her nipples changing from soft, velvet-to-the-touch saucers to blossoming, needful points. You don't take much convincing from the look on her face to trail your hands up and thumb over the peaks.

And when she is drained of all power, your goddess tapping out, you pull away. Abby takes in the slick gleam on your chin and prideful tilt in your smile. When you wipe your mouth, you're missing her taste once more.

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Anonymous asked:

omg i want to be a teacher too. but here i have to get my subjects ill teach first, my honours bachelors (the 4 yr program)

took some time off ive been putting it off too hard i gottaaaa go fr. from country to city… it’s gonna be a culture shock LOL i feel u tho

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that’s so cool we’re in it for the same thing!! i have a college a 10 min drive from my house that offers a 2 year degree and is connected to a bigger one so when i complete general studies im transferring over to that one. it has better teaching programs and i know a few people there so it wont be terrible but yeah us in rural areas going to suburban cities..its scary but also excited

btw if we were mutuals and tumblr says i unfollowed you, it’s been glitchy here recently!! i don’t unfollow any mutual (unless i find out you’re not 18 and above but i’d block you, not unfollow you)

we got some loser thrift store worker ellie coming in once i find more free time

𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. (𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞)

summary. | next chapter (tba). you're expecting—and ellie is sick in love. one thing inhibits her: she thinks it isn't requited.

reader discretion is advised. mdni. fluff. a punch of angst: one instance of abuse. mentions of previous. pregnant!reader. jackson!loser!ellie. damaged relationship with a man explicit (for the plot.) the pining creeps in. strangers to lovers (in the future). requited but assumed unrequited love. cheesy romance scenes. evident undertones of addiction: substance mention, cannabis, strained relationships (ellie and joel common occurence. reader and their scumbag bf too). a realistic motherhood. depression. apprehension. you get it. wc: 4.3k. series masterlist.

note.

based on this anon i got. shoutout to @serqphites fr. art in header creds to @nramv. thanks to @s-4pphics for proofreading this one for me! join the discord to see content such as this in creation.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 

It is the thought that stomachs you.

“Shit,” you curse and bite the mouth that does. Mindless thing. “He’s gonna murder you, damn idiot.”

Anonymous asked:

salmonella is a lottt of stuff coming from both ends and bad stomach pain. currently really going thru the bad stomach pain. feels like a constant dull. idk it may be the flu too tho with seasons change but i had RAW CAKE BATTER so….

aint no rest for the wicked, still got work, still got college. PAIN.

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jesus you’re going through it☹️ please tell me you’re going to the doctors if you don’t feel better soon

Anonymous asked:

good morning. i have given myself salmonella 😭 STILL GOT WORK THO. if this stomach pain keeps up i think ill have to hospital time :(

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ho ate the raw cookie dough💔 (no but frl i’m sorry love:( are you doing okay?) also what is salmonella like? i’ve never had it

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