#ash!! 🦊

[floryeet]

@ghost-koix

foxes

[the-sour-patch-crew]

Alastor let me into headspace, I'm tired of looking at this door. I've got things I wanna talk about with others in there.

Door opens and I can go on my way.

Sweet

Proceeds to talk to Ashe about some things and unexpectedly breaks down emotional amnesia and other barriers that were keeping back just how traumatic certain events in my early teens were.

Well fuck.

Feels Alastor give a "I tried to help you avoid this" exasperated sigh

Take me back outside the door, please. ;_;

[starfocks]

Satoglad modern/college au fic!! ill make a post later explaining the au :)

Summary: Ash, Gladion, and the motorcycle. Alternatively: a ride, a spar, and a confession.

[floryeet]

@ghost-koix

his best running gag

[143-iloveu]

Hey, everyone! The name's Ashe. I'm 29, live in the USA, and I dream of becoming a published author one day. I will be writing mostly fanfiction, but I hope to post a few original character stories in the future as well.

I want to make it very clear that minors and ageless blogs are not welcome on my blog. It will contain NSFW content. Not all of my works will be NSFW, but I refuse to take the risk. Any ageless, blank (spam-looking), or porn-bot blogs will promptly be blocked.

I plan to post new works on Wednesdays. With how new I am to this side of Tumblr, I may not post my work regularly for the time being. Just know that I plan to post as often as I can.

I'm not sure what all of my works will entail yet, but I hope to do one-shots, fake texts, and maybe a few series. We'll see how it goes. If this blog takes off like I hope it does, I may even start taking requests. Just please have patience in these coming weeks/months as I build my blog.

I look forward to taking this journey with all of you! I hope you enjoy the ride as well!

Please note: this is not my main blog so I will be unable to follow anyone back under this username. I apologize in advance.

-Ashe 🦊🐺

[chiakiselfships]

does your romantic f/os get along or not? I feel like atsushi get insecure over ash and william, they are intelligent and educated even though they doesn't finish their education and orphans also. there's awkward tension between atsushi and ash while william being wise and mature between them

[aslyfcx]

Wanted Poster Bounty

WANTED: BG3 Nick Wilde, alive. REASON: Caught stealing from a large bank. LAST SEEN: 11/14/REDACTED in Wolfhurst Harbor Village NATIONAL PRIORITY: 5 DANGER LEVEL: Low BOUNTY: $50,000

[snicker-dooodless]

When I was a kid I thought pokemon were real so whenever I played pokemon go I brought my plastic pokeball toy with me and threw them where the phone said the pokemon were. My parents would sneak some of the small pokemon toys into the pokeball over night and whenever I checked it I believed I actually caught the pokemon and I was SO excited. I’m pretty sure I had names for every single pokemon toy I had, kinda sad I can’t remember any of them

No pressure tags! ⬇️

@candyheartedchy @unfunnyaceartist @sonicranger1 @googleitlol @zyxoxox

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[finleyforevermore]

Hapday Bapday :)

THANK YOU ASH 💚💚💚💚

[ashthewaterghoul]

hiii so i have a band that may be kinda similar to dragxtalk idrk but hopefully you like them,, the rare ocasions. specifically the “into the shallows” album. shutting you out is particularly a song i really like from them :3

-🦊

Ahhh tysm!

I shall give them a listen and report back! (And by that I mean I’ll rb this post with my “official” evaluation 😂)

[ash-n-dynamite]

Ashe/Kit: Can you not randomly touch shit on my phone?

Our dog: staring into the void of our soul

Ashe/Kit: Well, okay then.

[junniieesbby]

🦊 u knowwww

Hiiii Ashhhh!! 🦊🫶🏼

As a moawajjunie I can’t just pick one or two pictures 😅

For starters how can I not include some car related pictures when it’s your turn!

First I’m obsessed with your theme and the fact that it’s red(my favorite color) love love love it! The second picture I believe we were talking about his performance and when I saw it I thought of you immediately! Any time I see yeonjun sitting in a car I go feral because why is it so hot when he does it???

I had to include the iconic 2022 AMAS look! I was fighting all the locals when they saw and were asking about him like he’s no one turn around leave him be thank you (me trying to gatekeep yeonjun)

Lastly that picture makes me feel all types of emotions 😩 From the Biceps to the black hair with an under cut. He just looked so delicious 🤤 someone send help pleaseeeeeee I can’t handle his fine ass.

Hope you liked it ash 🫶🏼

Send me your TXT bias emoji and I’ll respond with a picture of them!

[the-sour-patch-crew]

Holo, Ashe, and Kit have been switching all day. While we are use to people hanging out in front, we are not use to such fluid, rapid switching for so many hours back to back.

Its very strange to think you know who you are, then not, and rinse and repeated every couple minutes.

There hasn't been anything negative about it, which is reassuring. But we still don't know why it's happening.

We hope we don't feel the aftermath too much tomorrow. We'd like to not be dead tired for the holidays.

[chiakiselfships]

finish first year of college, man. it was a roller coaster, here's doodle of my f/os being proud of me

[aslyfcx]

Character Development Questions/Answers for BG3 Nick

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

[urhoneycombwitch]

sweet.

Steve x reader smut, 1.3k

foreword: u know that scene from Euphoria where Elliot makes out with Jules’ hand as if it was her pussy… anyways Steve Harrington take it away!!! 🎤 (dedicated to 🦊 anon thank u for your wisdom)

___

Sure, the drinking and the dancing is a good way to pass the time, but you’re partial to the end-of-night rituals you and Steve have settled into over the years. Your personal afterparty usually involves a shitty romcom, occasionally some weed, and always snacks both sweet and salty to soak up the alcohol.

Steve’s parents are out of town again, so the two of you are down in the basement den, passing a joint between fingers sticky with candy film.

From all your years of reading Steve’s body language you can tell he’s pretty high- feet planted on the ground but head lolling against the back of the couch, hands lax at his sides. There’s a dopey grin on his face- practically primed for a shitty joke or annoying comment- and you let the smoke out with a huff, asking on the exhale, “What?”

“You owe me five bucks.” Steve presses the side of his head into the couch, looking at you with red-rimmed eyes, still smiling.

You scoff, leaning in to pass the joint back and swiping a handful of gummy bears from the coffee table while you’re at it. “Since fucking when?”

“Since I bought this from Eddie.” Steve waves the weed for emphasis before taking another hit, smoke curling from his nostrils. “You’re matching me in pace, princess. This joint was ten bucks- ergo, you owe me five.”

You cackle despite yourself- “Ergo? You’ve been watching too many Perry Mason reruns.” You know Steve’s not actually gonna make you pay for the weed, he’s just trying to rile you up, and the fact that it’s not working is getting under his skin.

He shrugs a shoulder, just shy of pouting. “Point still stands.”

“Well, you shoulda let me buy from him. Eddie always gives me discounts. On account of these.” Here, you straighten your spine and gesture to your chest- after all the night’s activity, your boobs are practically spilling out of your bra and t-shirt combo, skin glowing in the muted TV’s light.

Steve blinks, clears his throat, and busies himself by ashing the joint into a spare candy wrapper. “Uh huh. Right. I’ll be sure to remember your tits the next time I’m talking to Munson.”

“At least someone will be thinking of them.” You mean it as a joke, but your voice is a bit too mournful to be taken lightly.

“Ah, and you’ve been picking such winners, recently,” Steve intones, dryly. The pillow launched at his head in your poor attempt to hit him is easily batted away. “C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve been going out with total losers. Aaron Conroy? Jamie Porter? Wouldn’t trust either of those guys to find their own dicks. Let alone your whole… business.”

Steve’s aborted gesture to the general area of your jeans makes you guffaw. “Oh, and you’re the reigning expert on girls’ business?”

“Sure am. King Steve, after all.” Said king juts an overeager thumb into his chest, winces, then gives his hand a little shake.

“Mmhm.” You slide across the couch cushions to take the joint again, knee knocking into Steve’s. “I’m pretty good at it too, y’know.”

Steve stares with wide eyes as you suck smoke into your lungs, blinking owlishly before stuttering- “You- you’re saying you’re pretty good at eating pu- at eating girls out?”

Another cackle looses from your chest along with the smoke, you can’t help it- Steve looks so properly shocked. “No, Steve, obviously I meant sucking dick. Not that I’d be opposed, per se, to a girl’s… business.”

The word drips in irony and Steve scrubs a hand down his face in irritation as you settle against the couch next to him, brushing shoulders as you continue. “Just aren’t enough girls in Hawkins to go for. Who are both out and not my friends,” you amend, before Robin can be dragged into the conversation against her will.

“You wouldn’t go down on a friend?” Steve fidgets a strip of paper Clark Bar wrapper between his fingers, crinkling quietly while he waits for your answer.

The weed has settled in your system now, a haze in your veins as you stub the roach out and leave it on the coffee table. You settle back into the couch, suddenly aware of every point of contact- thigh to thigh, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who’s seemingly paused his breathing.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’d sleep with a friend,” you say, staring at your lap, empty hands twisting around themselves.

The tension of the moment swells, you can feel it in your chest, even as Steve draws in a breath to muse, “Wonder who’s better at it.”

“Eating girls out?” You look at him to confirm, feeling a pang when you see the lock of chestnut hair that’s flopped from its place to rest against his forehead. “I mean… probably you. Seeing as you’ve got the most experience.”

Steve smiles, lazily, tipping his head in acknowledgement, then says, “I could teach you. If you wanted.”

If Steve feels the way you stiffen in response to his words he doesn’t point it out, instead tossing the wrapper aside in favor of taking your hand into his. “Only if you wanted, though.”

You start nodding before the words can come; a shaky “Okay,” and Steve’s wrapping two warm palms around your right hand, manipulating your fingers into making a fist.

“I like to start with kissing,” he says, voice low, gaze fixed on your combined hands. “Y’know. To work her up, get her wet.”

It’s not even technically dirty talk, but the pitch of Steve’s words make your thighs clench involuntarily, seeking friction. Steve brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the base of your thumb, and your breath hitches.

“And then I… usually…” Steve trails off, and you can see the gears turning in his head at how best to teach. Apparently, he pegs you for a hands-on learner, because instead of words, he dips down to lick a stripe up the flat of your thumb.

Your mouth falls open as Steve licks deftly into the crease made by your thumb and index finger, curling the point of his tongue near the base again, your clit throbbing in response as if he was actually between your legs.

Steve makes out with your hand for what feels like hours, all sense of time warped by the heady weed. His mouth is warm and wet, saliva dripping through to your palm as he holds you in place despite your squirming.

What’s really turning you on is how into this Steve appears to be- his eyes are closed as if to savor the moment, brow pinched with pleasure, little noises from the back of his throat sending vibrations down your arm.

You fight the urge to sink your free hand into those silky brown locks; instead, your nails bite into soft skin as you clench a fist at your side, willing the subtle movement of your hips with each stroke of Steve’s tongue to stay subtle.

There’s an obscene squelching noise filling the otherwise quiet basement, and this seems to spur Steve on, suckling at your sensitive skin, heat coursing through your body as you gasp out, “Steve…”

He pulls off your hand with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his mouth a glistening half-moon in the low light before he swipes the back of his hand across it. “So. Yeah. Something like that. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.”

You fight with the hinge of your lower jaw to put it back in its place, breathing heavily as you wipe your slick-coated hand against the leg of your jeans. It leaves a wet patch- likely not the only one, if the heartbeat between your legs is any indication. “Probably the gummy bears.”

“Uh huh. You think you’re any better?” Steve’s got that easy grin back on his face, cheeks rosy, lips flushed with color, too.

A quick glance down confirms that he’s hard as a rock, sizeable outline of his cock visible through the denim, betraying the bravado in his stance.

Oh, you’re gonna wreck him.

With an easy grin of your own, you reach for Steve’s hand. “Dunno. Wanna find out?”