Tashi Duncan Needed A Girlfriend

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and if i say i kind of want to try my hand at making bots what then...

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MIKA DARLING YESSS you deserve 200000 more followers but this is a start <3 is this my time to request the dodge mason massaging you after a fall from a horse thing we talked about ...

200 FOLLOWERS GAME.

ASH!! thank you so much for this oh my God! i had a spark of imagination for this so hopefully you’ll like it! 💕 here’s Dodge Mason massaging you after a bad fall. fluffy but hinting at something more. 🫶🏻

You didn’t cry when you fell. Not when your ribs slammed into the packed dirt, not when the air was punched clean out of your lungs, and not when the horse spooked and left you behind like yesterday’s news. You were fine. Or so you told everyone.

Dodge didn’t believe you.

Which is why you’re here now, laid out on your stomach in his dimly lit bedroom, shirt bunched up just enough to reveal your bruised back. The air smells like peppermint oil and laundry detergent. His hands—big and steady and warm—press slow circles into the knots gathering just beneath your shoulder blades.

“You tense up every time I touch you,” he says, voice low and rough. “What’s that about?”

You huff into his pillow. “Because you’re touching me.”

That earns a small laugh, something rare and secret, like the glint in his eyes when he looks at you for too long. “I’m trying to help.”

“You are,” you admit, breath catching when his thumbs dip lower. “But maybe don’t sound so smug about it.”

His hands trail lower, finding the bruises blooming over your hips. He hesitates, fingertips ghosting the edge of your waistband. “You hurting here too?”

“Mhm,” you breathe.

“You gotta tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not.”

And it isn’t—not the pressure, not the heat curling low in your stomach, not the way his hands are careful but firm, like he knows exactly what kind of touch you need. You feel him shift above you, the bed dipping as he leans closer, breath brushing your ear.

“You scared me today,” he murmurs.

“I’m okay now.”

He hums, mouth barely grazing your shoulder. “Yeah. You are.”

His hands linger longer than they should, fingertips slipping just under the waistband of your leggings, not pushing—just asking. And maybe you shouldn’t want this, not after falling off a damn horse. But his hands are gentle, and his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it, and when he says, “Tell me what you need,” your body answers for you.

It’s him. It’s always been him.

wanna write, painfully uninspired

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fem!art and it's hunter... yes.

fem!!art👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (shes called martha but everyone calls her art….)

ash my beloved <333 am i too late to ask for a song?? ❤︎❤︎

hmmm actually yes you're too late.

i'm joking ofcourse you can have a song my love

(this song means the world to me)

AAAAAAAHHHH

my babies :(

I'm so emotional over tom and zendaya's relationship oh my god i genuinely don't care much for who celebrities date but i've grown UP watching those two together and they're my favorite couple forever and ever :( so glad i've been there to see every step of their relationship that they shared with us i love them so bad.

hello if you want send me an ask for a random song from my 900+ songs playlist xoxo

new themeeeeee, love the rebrand ash ur username is beautiful

mel baby thank you so much!! 🤍