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Akashi Seijūrō, Hanamiya Makoto, Nash Gold Jr, and Nijimura Shūzō with S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About It.
This is the second part of the KnB Captains with S/O who are visiting them and The Team didn't know about it until they are coming to give them a visit. I hope you like it @pillow-anime-infos!
Gender: Neutral
Warning: Profanities and misogynistic/misandry slurs.
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Akashi Seijūrō
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In my opinion, Rakuzan players and basketball players know that Akashi probably already have a girlfriend/boyfriend as Reo would get jealous of whoever it is since he has a crush on him.
Afterall, Akaashi is charming, charismatic, smart, good looking and gentleman so many people have a crush on him either they are female or male students.
The team are surprised that is you who are dating Akashi, especially Reo who would get jealous of you (but I believe he is respectful so he wouldn't try to steal him away from you and he doesn't want to treat you badly).
Mayuzumi might respect your space, not trying to come up to you and harass you with many questions because I believe he knows what it feels like and how uncomfortable it gets when you get surrounded or he just doesn't care about you.
He secretly feels a little bit scared and worried about you, he knows the 'Boku-shi' of Akashi aren't only intimidating and smart, Boku-shi Akashi can destroy whoever stands in his way and are very tyrannical.
But Hayama and Nebuya would not think twice before coming up to you and surrounding you before they introduced themselves and questioned your relationship with Akashi.
Unlike Moriyama, the two of them are just genuinely curious and want to be your friend. They want to know how Akashi treats you, especially Hayama.
Akashi might let you interact with them but he would be a little bit overprotective when you start feeling a little bit uncomfortable once Hayama and Nebuya getting too friendly and notices Reo's jealous glare at you.
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The regimen of Rakuzan's basketball training isn't only hard but also brutal but those are the reason why Rakuzan has won three winter cups, making the school one of the strongest kings. All of the Rakuzan basketball players in the gym were training hard for the upcoming next winter cup.
From far away, the captain of Rakuzan players could be seen as he was watching all of the team members playing styles, especially the uncrowned kings. Hayama Kotarō the small forward, Nebuya Eikichi the center, and Reo Mibuchi the shooting guard even though there is one more player with Kuroko's play style, Chihiro Mayuzumi.
After a long observation among the Rakuzan players, Akashi had an idea for the basketball training to increase all of the team member's skills so they wouldn't lose later in the tournament. Upon observing, his ears picking up sounds of footsteps getting closer and the door opening.
A tall man with black swept-back hair with a gray stripe on each side and wrinkle on the sides of his lips came up with some file papers in his arms before pulling out a whistle and blowing it out as all of the Rakuzan team members stops their practice and glancing up to pay attention to their coach.
"Everyone, I would like to have all of your attention. I have quick news for everyone to hear," Coach Shirogane spoke.
"What is it Sensei?" Akashi trudges to the old man slowly, wondering what kind of news.
"Since we are getting more players, we have more than just one manager other than Higuchi-san. The new manager has not come yet but she/he/they will come soon after their/her/his club activity. Akashi-san, I would also like you to show the new manager around" Coach Shirogane asked a favor.
"Very well, I would show the new manager around," Akashi takes the responsibility from coach Shirogane.
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Sooner or later, another doorstep and a knock on the door could be heard and the coach of Rakuzan gently pulls the door open before moving aside to let the person gets inside. All eyes were on you, including Akashi who are quite surprised by your sudden appearance. The coach didn't tell him that the new manager he was talking about is you.
A pair of (E/C) eye colors takes a glance at everybody inside the gym before your eyes meet with Akashi's heterochromatic eyes and put a little smile as a greeting but in a subtle way, so it wouldn't catch the other player's attention and starts questioning the two of you. You prefer not getting swarmed by the Rakuzan players.
The sound of a whistle can be heard before it catches everyone's attention and you can feel yourself slightly shrinking in fear because everyone's attention is on you.
"Attention everyone. This is your new manager, their/her/his name is (Y/N) (L/N). She/he/they are going to handle the upcoming trains along with Higuchi-san as well as preparing drinks for everyone and other necessities. (L/N)-san, I would like you to introduce yourself to everyone," Coach Shirogane explained.
"Hello everyone. my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be the upcoming manager of this team. I am also the first year and I'm looking to spend my time with everyone in here, please take care of me," You bow down, showing respect to everyone and being polite.
"Everyone is dismissed."
One by one all of the Rakuzan players left you alone but they stopped as you came up to Akashi with a plastic bag in your hand and gave it to your boyfriend," I made a bento for you. Don't forget to eat when you have a break," you smiled.
"Thank you for making these, (Y/N)-chan/kun," Akashi gently pat the crown of your head, surprising everyone in the team.
A chorus of 'EEEHH?!' and 'WHAT?!?!' could be heard from Hayama and Nebuya's mouths along with Reo Mibuchi and Mayuzumi's widened eyes as the two of them stared at you and Akashi with surprise.
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Hanamiya Makoto
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I am going to ask you. How to be brave and daring like you? seriously. Dating Hanamiya is one thing but getting inside of SPIDER ENCLOSURE?!?! You are asking for death.
Either you can handle everyone even those who are as bad as Hanamiya or you don't know what you just got into and are surprised as hell when you see the way how the team plays against the rival.
Even though his teammates are not as bad as Hanamiya but they still can be dangerous since almost all of them aren't afraid to injure their opponent so you have to be careful.
As you visit your boyfriend Hanamiya, most of the teammates don't really react but it was either because they don't really care that you just came to visit Hanamiya.
Expect Hara, the player who had a fringe that covered his whole eyes and often chewed bubblegum. Once his eyes laid on you, he was curious about your identity and your relationship with Hanamiya.
He doesn't speak too much but he would in fact act a little bit creepily but not in a perverted way. He would just come up to your face and inspect you from up to down before he teases you (either teasing about your hair, height, eye color, etc.)
Seto wouldn't come up to you and acting creepy like Hara did but when he opens his eyes (done with his slumber) and looks at you, he doesn't hesitate to look up at you up and down but unlike Hara, he's doing it in a perverted way.
As the rest of the team such as Yamazaki, Furushiro and Matsumoto wouldn't really care but they do get a little bit curious because they knew no one has the ability to handle Hanamiya's sadism and mean treatment.
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It was in the afternoon and almost all the students either went home or joined the club activity and you were preparing lots of boxes as well before inserting some foods. You didn't really want to be the manager of the basketball team but you remember clearly the words that 'he' said to you, more like a threat since he kind of an asshole and often annoys you on purpose just for shit and giggles.
Each lunch box contained Rice with Japchae on the sides but it was not only those two, there were braised beef short ribs, cut fruits, and a small bar of chocolate. It wasn't really fancy food but it was better than nothing as well as adding more chocolate for your boyfriend since he is a dark chocolate lover.
After trying the plastic bag with the drink, you look at the clock on the wall and your eyes widened before grabbing all of the tied plastic bags, backpack, and a note before rushing out from your house and going back to school by a bicycle since it's faster rather than walking by feet where it takes twenty minutes whereas cycling only needs ten minutes.
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You finally arrive in front of the building before parking out your bicycle and taking all of the plastic bags carefully from the basket without dropping all of them, 'You better not get pissed off and get all cranky or I will throw these lunches at your face' (Y/N) silently cursing at their/her/his boyfriend.
Since both of your hands were occupied by the plastic bags and the backpack, the door of the gym was slammed open by the force of your feet by kicking it open. The sound of the door slamming open catches the attention of all players in Kirisaki Daiichi, including your jerk boyfriend.
He has a pale ivory skintone, shoulder-length dead black hair that was parted with some locks, and greyish brown eyes and he is the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi. His eyes laid on you and his frown was replaced with a smile but it wasn't a genuine smile but rather his teasing and arrogant grin that he shows around his rival.
"Hey baby, why are you here~" he innocently asks, acting as if he didn't pull the yesterday stunt.
"DON'T HEY BABE ME, CATERPILLAR EYEBROWS! YOU LITERALLY FORCED ME TO BE THE BASKETBALL TEAM MANAGER AND TOLD ME TO MAKE BENTO FOR EVERYONE!" You shouted.
"I did? Oh, I didn't know that? What proof do you have that I forced you to be the team's manager?" He continues teasing you and acting coy.
Snarling at his stupid and annoying antics, you finally use the last enforcement to shut Hanamiya up "Continue teasing me and I will remove the chocolate bar in your lunch box. Also, I won't give you the drink that you forgot at your home and I will throw the towel away," you threatened the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi.
The threat not only made Hanamiya smirk replaced with an annoyed frown but also made everyone freeze in fear except the player who keeps popping the bubblegum and chewing it before he spits it out on a piece of paper and threw it to the nearest bin. "Fine, but you would regret it after threatening me. Now I need you to introduce yourself to everyone in here or else," he said.
"...The name's (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be your manager. I am also Hanamiya's girlfriend/boyfriend," Your eyes met with the rest players, not really scared of them even though they are notorious players for harming their rivals.
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Nash Gold Jr.
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If Kirisaki Daiichi is a Spider enclosure, JABBERWOCKY IN FACT A WOLF DEN. I'M ASKING HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED OF THE PLAYERS OF JABBERWOCKY.
Don't take them lightly, ever. Even though Nash Gold is your boyfriend and he could protect you from the other players, the team can be very brutal.
If you have read the Manga (or seen the Jabberwocky episode page) or seen the scene Nash kicked Kuroko, almost all of the Jabberwocky players are not afraid to harass women (sexually) and men (physically).
Even though Nash is an asshole, you need to be always around him when you are with the team and don't go alone (If you are a woman because in the manga Silver was forcing himself on the woman) or just stay away from them (if you are a male because they won't interact with you).
The team might be all curious when they saw you for the first time and they may act like all buddies to each other but I believe they don't enjoy is someone tries to get inside of their circle and befriend all of them so please stay away from them.
Let Nash introduce you and makes you get closer to the team because I believe all of his teammates only listen to him and no one else.
Silver might be trying to get close to you if you are a woman or good looking but believe me. He is only trying to get inside your pants and screw you so make some space.
The team might too but it's not as obvious as Silver because The team is scared of Nash more than Silver. Yes, Silver is scared of Nash but I believe Silver is Closer to Nash so there are lots of times Jason Silver did act like an Asshole to Nash Gold and Nash let him be since they both are close.
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A pair of (E/C) eye color staring back at you with a frown etched on their face instead of a beautiful smile. The person in the reflection of the mirror is wearing a nice golden sequin mini dress or a red leather zipper jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it and a pair of ripped jeans.
Even though the clothes that they wore were really nice, (Y/N) (L/N) wasn't happy at all. Instead, they/he/she was scared to meet his boyfriend's teammates. You watched their play with the team of Strsky in Japan and the way they teased the rival of the team wasn't only mean but it was just so disgusting and low.
"(Y/N)!! HURRY UP! ARE YOU DONE CHANGING?!" The golden blonde basketball player yells from outside of the house.
"COMING!!!" You called back, quickly taking the small handbag on the table and getting outside of the house before going inside his car and going to the club together. Nash wanted you to meet everyone on his team while you don't want to meet them all. Their play reminded you that all of them aren't really nice people to hang around with.
You know you're not suppose judging people from the cover and you have done bad things in your life but you never go as far as hurting other people out of arrogance and just for fun. You could be violent at times but it's just to defend yourself from some assholes that try to harm you and your friends.
The car arrives near the club and there is loud music from inside the building. There are sounds of people laughing from inside and chatting, 'Okay...this might be not really bad...I hope' you silently pray and open the car door before stepping outside of the car and slamming the door of the car close. Preparing your mentality by taking a deep breath and walking beside Nash.
Nash pushes the door away, letting you get inside first and this sweet yet small action from him makes you couldn't help but smile a little bit, "Thanks babe" you gently peck his cheeks.
"No problem babe. Now let's sit on the seat that I already booked," he gently places his hands around your waist before he drags you to the VIP lounge of the club on the rooftop. You were surprised that Nash can book a VIP seat since it's usually expensive.
Once you were dragged to the VIP lounge of the club, the glass door was pushed away and showed all of the Jabberwocky players and you recognize all of them. They were laughing with each other and it seems like they were just bunch of teenagers but you knew better that these guys can be dangerous.
The tallest player in Jabberwocky with piercings on his ears and lower lip, silver hair, and dark skin notices you standing next to Nash Gold and the corner of his lips tugged upwards in a condescending grin just like the way when he was making fun of Vorpal Sword team and your gut feeling telling you that he is going to make fun of you.
"YO NASH! WHO'S NEXT TO YOU? IS THAT YOUR WHORE/GIGOLO!?!?" Silver shouted, earning laughter from the team but it immediately stopped when they see the cold glare from Nash's eyes.
"Don't call my girlfriend/boyfriend by those disgusting names, Silver...remember what happened that night...." Even though Nash spoke it in a calm tone, you knew Nash is pissed off and he never bluffs when he makes a threat. When those words are spoken out, Silver immediately shut his mouth.
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Nijimura Shūzō
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Nijimura is the Captain of Teiko School and Generation miracles too where they were still in the first years. Because of this, many people respect him a lot.
As Nijimura's S/O, you catch lots of eyes looking and staring at you with curiosity and awe. Girls are jealous of you and Guys jealous because their captain had someone dating him whereas they are still single.
Even though many team members respect you and Nijimura. There is one person who harasses you sometimes and stops when Nijimura is around since Nijimura can kick his ass.
If you guess it was Haizaki, you are one million percent correct about that one. If you are female or nonbinary but with feminine traits, Haizaki would nonstop touching you and flirt with you.
If you are he/him or nonbinary with masculine traits. He would force you to give him your lunch money and if you didn't give it to him, he would most likely beat you up.
Of course, Nijimura would protect you away from Haizaki and sometimes he even would ask GOM or his friends to look out for you and immediately tell him if Haizaki trying to approach you.
Everyone on the team except Haizaki is surprisingly friendly around you, especially Momoi who would be happy to be your friend and tries to drag you out to hang out with you along with Aomine too.
Don't forget Kuroko too. He might be shy the first time when he was interacting with you but he was really nice because I can see he would also love to hang out with you (and yes Nijimura would trust you more with Kuroko and Momoi).
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The school was hectic, especially club activity where lots of first strings of Basketball players are training for the upcoming basketball tournament. Everyone was sweating, including the captain of First Strings, he has short black hair with his bangs parted to the left and a pair of light grey eyes, Nijimura Shūzō.
"SCREEN YOUR OPPONENTS AND DON'T LET THE RIVAL GET AWAY!" He commanded the team members, teaching some players how to do the screening along with the Generation of Miracles as his hands takes one of the balls and passed it to the other players.
The team follows their captain instruction where the seniors are trying to do the screening their junior although they had a difficulty since the Generation of Miracles are far stronger than the others and it causes the other team getting tired easily, including Nijimura who also gotten tired from all of the practice that they held for along time ago.
Seeing this, Momoi had an idea before she rushes outside of the gym to search for a certain someone with (H/C) Hair color, (E/C) eye color, and (S/C) skin color to help her with taking care of all the basketball teams. The girl saw (Y/N) from far away and she runs up to her (Y/N)-chan/-kun!! I need your help with something!!" She said.
"Oh hey, Momoi-san. What do you need help with?" You ask the pink-haired basketball manager.
"It's the team member. Could you help me go to the cafeteria and bring all of the water bottles?"
"..Sure, I'll help you" You walked alongside the pink-haired manager.
As the two of you arrive inside the cafeteria, the old lady kindly gave all of the team drinking water before she carefully hands the plastic bags to you and Momoi "Don't push yourself too hard Momoi-san and (L/N)-san. Also, please leave a message for the coach and the captain that I say Hi." The old woman smiles kindly.
"We will! Thank you so much Mrs. Yuiga-san," Momoi bowed down to the elderly woman as well as you too.
The two of you quickly hurried together to the gym together with you running along on her sides as long as you carefully held the plastic without dropping any drinks inside of it. Arriving at the gym, Momoi pushes the door open and many eyes immediately catch a new figure that they have never seen before.
Nijimura saw you from far away and his frown was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a little smile and his hands waved at you, making the other team members look at him with confusion as if he knows the stranger.
You couldn't help and smile before you place the plastic away before you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him and feeling the warm sensation around your waist. Nijimura hugs you back affectionately and forgets that there are lots of people inside the gym," Hey babe, Me and Momoi brought everyone a drink. You're on your break, right? Everyone can take one bottle."
Heating the word 'Babe' escape from your mouth, everyone's eyes widened and some of the team members were looking at you and Nijimura with a gaze that clearly shows that they were surprised that their scary captain has a sweet nice S/O.
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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months
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big tiddy goth girlfriend.
request: hi, i was just wondering, what do you think the characters from knb would think of the “big tiddy goth gf” look? like which characters would gravitate towards her and which ones wouldn’t be as into it?
# tags: headcanon; current relationships or friendships or sympathy stages; romance; a bit of comedy; also fluff; goth!reader; simps!boys; sfw & suggestive
includes: female reader ft. makoto hanamiya, shinji koganei, yukio kasamatsu, shintarou midorima, junpei hyuuga, kouji kobori, tetsuya kuroko, nash gold jr. & aomine daiki {knb}
author’s note: hahaha i love this request! 
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— MAKOTO
↘ INTO IT; I think Makoto loves girls like that, and that’s definitely his favorite type of woman. His dark hair and manner indicate that he could dress like this himself, but he definitely feels best in sports clothes. Personally, I think that you have similar taste in music and you get along great when it comes to your characters. You are the perfect woman for him, and he feels really good knowing that he has a girlfriend just like you. He loves to brag about you and loves when you wear thigh highs, black skirts, lace tops and little spider hair clips. He also appreciates your make-up and if you have the opportunity, you often go to shopping malls together in search of interesting, perfect clothes for you (he often spoils you and buys you various gifts).
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— SHINJI
↘ INTO IT; He doesn’t look like it, but he loves dominant women with a strong character and distinctive looks. Although you dress in dark colors, you have heavy make-up and you can argue with the other person, he thinks you’re a really beautiful and neat girl. He won’t hide the fact that he loves to look at you and in his eyes you are an extremely attractive girl. He pays you a lot of compliments and likes when you hold his hand or kiss him on the cheek in public. You are definitely opposites of each other, but that doesn’t stop you from doing anything!
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— YUKIO
↘ 50/50; He doesn’t mind your style, but he doesn’t find it amazing either. He often compliments you, but sometimes he smiles jokingly saying that you look like a “corpse bride”. He’s not doing it to offend you and you know it, so don’t be sad! You’ve been friends for many years and you often tease each other – he calls you a “witch” and you call him a “little foosball player”. Your different tastes don’t bother the two of you and you respect each other’s choices very much. Although Yukio has wanted to see you in plain jeans and a white T-shirt more than once, he absolutely does not force you to change your style or behavior. He still considers you a beautiful person with an wonderful character and great intelligence.
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— SHINTAROU
↘ NOT INTO IT; Definitely not his type. I think Shintarou likes modest girls in floral dresses, so you’ll probably never be in a relationship. However, your distinctive clothing style doesn’t stop him from calling you “friend”. After all, despite your specific appearance, Shintarou really thinks you are an interesting and really nice girl. He often teases you for looking like you’ve come to a funeral or celebrated Halloween every day, but he still appreciates your efforts in choosing waterproof eyeliners or shoes that always go well with your ripped pants or high-neck blouses.
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— JUNPEI
↘ NOT INTO IT; He is not a fan of this style. He finds you a really attractive woman, but your style is completely at odds with his person. He prefers straight jeans to those short chain skirts you love to wear, but despite that (and unlike Shintarou or Yukio) he takes your person quite seriously. He doesn’t tease you, but rather asks quite interesting questions about why you’re wearing >this< and where you bought >that<. He’s just curious, you know. You intimidate him a bit, but it’s still not a style he would personally want to wear.
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— RYOUTA
↘ INTO IT; Kise is a simple man and loves women regardless of their height, weight, skin color, hair color, clothing style, music they listen to or food they like. He loves all women, so you are definitely no exception! Your relation (i.e. friendship, relationship or sibling relation) is amazing and he loves you madly and truly cherish every inch of you. He always compliments your all clothes and hairstyle with a smile, as well as all the accessories you’re wearing – from black hair clips to a bracelet on your left hand. You talk a lot about your appearance and sometimes he asks you to dress him the way you dress. He’s a really positive and understanding guy!
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— KOUJI
↘ NOT INTO IT; He’s rather afraid of you, even though he seems like a really brave guy! He doesn’t like such styles and is definitely on big “no”! Nevertheless, he likes you as a person and the two of you get along really well (sometimes you work on projects together at school/work). From time to time, just for fun, you suggest to do his make-up, but each time he refuses and runs away to another room. He is a good friend to whom you can complain when it comes to the lack of your favorite mascara or the sold-out shoes you wanted to buy for a long time. In conclusions: Kouji is the type of guy who is attracted to petite girls with long hair, light make-up, and a decidedly different appearance than yours.
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— TETSUYA
↘ 50/50; I have a vision in my mind that Tetsuya generally likes your style a lot, but only when you wear colors other than black. He likes you very much in the version of snow white, pastel pink or delicate blue. He finds you attractive and that won’t change, but I think he has his favorite versions of your clothes and make-up. He really likes when your face is lit up and your eyes are covered with pretty color. He often advises you on the choice of clothes for your meetings or/and dates. He’s happy when you wear what he asks you to wear, but when you choose your own clothes, he doesn’t mind. Although he is an introvert, he also likes to go to concerts with you and you always have a good time together.
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— NASH
↘ INTO IT; Yeah, Nash is also a simple guy. He loves your style, especially when you show a little more skin than usual. He always compliments your clothes and body positively, often bragging about you among friends/family or on his social media. He likes to touch your thighs in torn tights, to look at your naked back and neck covered with many necklaces, and also appreciates the sight of your huge breasts compressed by a corset. With him you always feel attractive and feminine, and at the same time indescribably appreciated and desirable.
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— AOMINE
↘ INTO IT; I think Daiki has two very different types of women – the first one is a cute and ice tea-loving petite girl who spends a lot of time reading books and feeding wild birds, while the second type of woman he is attracted to is a “big tiddy goth one” who loves cars and motorcycles, loud music, who loves to dress boldly, and her make-up is always powerful and matched to the outfit. Aomine adores you and is really happy that you two are couple. He likes to flaunt the fact that you two are dating and is always teasing his teammates that they will never find a girl as sexy and graceful as his partner.
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babydaddyleorio · 2 years
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Congratulations on a 1000 followers!!! I don’t really know if you accept it through ask, or if you write for Nash Gold Jr. BUT if you do, prompt #8 “Only soft for you” with fem s/o. If you don’t it’s perfectly fine, love🥰 yaaaay a thousand followers!!!!!!
Thank you! I actually had to watch the movie today for this request, and whew is Nash something else 😮‍💨
prompt: nash gold jr. - only soft for you ❦
warnings: swearing and slight possessiveness
⤷ Link to my 1k event!
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Nash was always selfish when he stepped foot on the court.
He wanted to win no matter the cost, and stooped to reckless acts accompanied with brutal force just so he could always come out on top. He hogged the attention basketball gave him, relished in the stardom his fame exposed him to, all while taunting the ones that managed to lose in his stride. His ego was overwhelmingly big at this point, but what did that matter? He was a star, one that no one could ever control or rise higher than. Nash was undoubtedly greedy, and he didn’t like sharing whatsoever.
And with that being said, It should come as no surprise that his selfishness extended to you as well.
“Fuck, why do you make me act like this?”
Nash’s voice was deep and throaty as his taut body towered over yours. He had you pushed against a wall, his hand balled into a fist as he rested his arm mere inches above your head. His eyebrows were furrowed deeply and a bitter scowl casted across his face, the neon lights leaking from the club's entrance wildly dancing across his pale skin.
“What’s the issue, Nash?” You asked with irritation lacing your words, tilting your head as you glared back at him. “You don’t want to be seen with me or something?”
Nash scoffed in annoyance as he glowered down at you. His squinted eyes sharply scanned your figure, taking in how the dress you wore tonight sinfully hugged your body in all the right places. He couldn’t even lie to himself, admitting that the reason he was behaving so hastily in this moment was because he couldn’t stand the ravenous glances the rest of his teammates were sending you all throughout the night. It made him livid, his legs persistently bouncing and jaw clenching tightly as the minutes passed on, until finally he had enough of the games, taking your hand suddenly and leading you out the room you had been partying in.
And now, trapping your body against his so he could be alone with you in private.
“You’re wrong.” He retorted, irked that you would even say something as foolish as that to him.
“Oh, so are you ashamed of me then?” You raised an eyebrow, lifting your chin higher in question.
“No, I--”
“Do you hate the thought of me having a good time without you, Is that it?” You pried before he could finish his sentence, folding your arms against your chest stiffly.
“No, will you just listen to--”
“Then what is it, Nash? Why can’t you just tell me what it is?” You snapped, eyes blazing with impatience, and Nash angrily gritted his teeth, feeling the little resolve he did have being snatched away from him.
“Fucking hell!”
Nash didn’t know what came over him. His hands had got ahold of your cheeks, harshly tugging them closer as he slammed his lips against yours. You instinctively placed your hands on his chest, clenching your fingers around the silk material of his shirt. Nash’s mind was running at a thousand miles per hour as his mouth molded with yours, so feverishly and so needy. He had to fight himself just to stop right now, using every bone in his body to will himself away from your intoxicating touch.
Nash successfully pulled himself back, breathless pants passing through his lips as his eyes remained closed and his forehead leaned against yours.
“Will you just shut up and listen to me, please?”
Your eyes fluttered open as you curiously peered at Nash, being met with the sight of his hair thrown messily into his eyes and his face flushed with heat. You were one that always wanted to get the last word in whenever It came to a dispute, but considering the desperation Nash's voice harbored, you figured you would just hear what he had to say.
“Okay, I'm listening.”
Nash slumped his shoulders in relief, his hostile mood from before instantly deflating while being replaced with a much softer atmosphere.
“You…" He began, quickly pressing his lips together in a tight line as he shook his head from side to side. "It’s different with you, alright?”
Nash paused, collecting his thoughts before sighing quietly.
“I’m not ashamed of you, and I could care less If anyone sees us together. But It pisses me off whenever I see someone look at you the way that I’m only supposed to look at you.”
Nash put his hand against his forehead, clenching his eyes tighter.
“You drive me so crazy. It can be so confusing sometimes.” He sucked his teeth and you knitted your eyebrows together as you continued to take in his words.
Nash frowned at how dumb this all was sounding, weakly banging the fist above your head against the brick wall behind you.
“I can’t bring myself to stay away from you anymore. I need you, to see your face after every one of my games and hold you when everything starts to move too fast in my life. I- damn It, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.”
Silence filled the air as you and Nash stood before each other. You gradually raised your hand into the air, gently reaching to grab Nash's cheek all while gazing at him softly.
“I think you’re in love with me.”
Nash slowly opened his eyes at your accusation, gazing back at you just as softly.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
You gently put your forehead against his and Nash smoothly wrapped his arms around your waist. The club’s music continued to buzz lowly through the atmosphere as you held each other’s gaze, noses slightly brushing against each other. Nash felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders finally being able to open up to you, and he found himself tenderly placing a kiss on your lips one last time.
You hummed against his mouth, laughing quietly under your breath.
“That’s all I wanted to know, Nash.”
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angelsdevils · 2 years
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Nash Gold J
Title: Protection Fluff No Warning
Your grip on your books tightened as Nash blocked your way from leaving. Your back was against the lockers, and his face was extremely close to yours. You felt red rise up your cheeks, and you avoided the look on his face.
"Hey, why are you avoiding me?" Nash asked. You looked down at your shoes, but he gripped your chin so you could meet his eyes.
"I-I have to go, Nash, please move."
"Not until you agree to go out on a date with me," your eyes flickered to his. You knew Nash wasn't the one to give up; once he set his eyes on you, he would do anything and everything to get you. You chewed on your lips and leaned back when he moved your lip from your teeth.
"Can you at least tell me why you don't want anything to do with me? Because that's the way, it seems."
"Nash, it's not like that. I just- you... I mean..."
"Fuck. You are so cute when you get flustered," Nash cut you off. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. After doing that, he trailed his knuckles down your cheek, causing you to tense.
"Why not just hang out with me for the time being? I mean, it looks like you need it badly."
"I can't; I told you already."
"I feel like that is not the truth. You are trying to avoid me still."
"I swear, please. My dad would get mad if I were not home on time. So please, move."
Nash watched your face, trying to find any hint that you were trying to avoid him. Once he realized how worried you looked, he let a small sigh out. He finally parted away from you and allowed you to leave.
"Can I walk you home at least?"
"Sorry!" You ran away from him, and he blinked.
"I am surprised you let her go," Jason said. Nash turned to him but shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Next time, I will convince her."
"Give up, go for someone that actually wants you. You have so many girls wanting to date you."
"That may be true, but she is different."
"Don't tell me you plan to settle down, and you are only 18."
"I just might; I mean, can you blame me?"
"You are serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, anyway, we have been challenged for a basketball game. Are you up for it?"
"Are you seriously asking Jason? Of course, I am; let's go."
"Figured you would say that; everyone else is already at the court."
Jason and Nash both made their way to the basketball court; Nash's mind was on you the entire time they were walking. Though when it came to the game, all thoughts left his mind. Of course, the Jabberwocks crushed their opponents.
"That was too easy!" Jason laughed loudly as the other team hung their heads. Nash only smirked as he wiped the sweat from his face.
"So, what are you guys doing today?" Nick asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders.
"Nash is probably going to go home and think about that one girl. What is her name? (Y/N) (L/N)?" Zack said. Nash shot him a glare knowing he was never going to hear the end of it.
"If she gives him a chance, Nash may end up settling down," Jason laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Very much, shut up," Nash rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag, and they all began to leave.
"Just repeating what you said. You are seriously thinking about it."
"Dude, you are too young to settle down. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nick said. Nash shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the teasing remarks directed to him.
"Even if I do, you guys wouldn't be able to pull someone as sweet and innocent as her."
"Like you?" Jason asked, and Nash shot him a glare.
"She will come around eventually."
"So you say," Allen said. Nash sighed softly; he had to admit it was hard convincing you to give him a chance.
They continued walking down the street, but they all stopped once they heard yelling. They stared at the house, then others, and they shook their heads.
"Man, I swear the yelling never ends at that house. Every time I pass it, the same person is always yelling," Jason said.
"Maybe he is a drunk..." Nick trailed off, and they nodded.
"Let's go; I don't want to be involved," Nash groaned. He began walking, and everyone followed him. Though they stopped once, they heard the screen door slam open.
"Just keep walking..." Nash trailed off, but Jason grabbed his shoulder.
"Doubt you want to do that. I think you may want to see who it is."
"Nope, if the police are called, we have to worry about all of that mess," Nash said.
"Even if it's that (Y/N) chick?"
"What?" Nash stopped and turned around there. He was able to see it. You were at the receiving end of your father's abuse. He could practically see red, so you weren't lying.
"Why the hell were you late? Huh!? I told you to be home right after school! And you come home 30 minutes late!"
"I-I'm sorry, dad, I had to stay after for a teacher..." You had tears in your eyes trying to avoid your father's hits. Nash felt like shit; it was his fault you were getting hurt.
"I know that look; we are getting involved," Jason said.
"Damn straight; it's my fault she got home late," he said. He walked to your father and shoved him off of you.
"Dude, fuck off. She doesn't deserve that!" Nash practically growled. Your eyes widened in shock, and the others stood in front of her.
"Mind your own damn business; she is my property. I can do what the fuck I want" Nash punched him in the face, cutting him off.
"She isn't property; she isn't an object."
"Nash~s-stop!" You got up and grabbed his arm, but Jason held you back.
"Don't get in the way."
"But..."
"It's going to be okay; let Nash handle it."
"So, that is what you were doing. Being a slut~ I should have known. Such a disgrace to the family."
"I-I~"
"Shut the hell up; she isn't even doing anything. I just can't stand around when someone I know is being abused by the person supposed to protect her. You are such a lousy father. (Y/N), let's go," Nash said. He turned around and grabbed your hand.
"Get back here now!"
"She isn't going anywhere near you!" Nash yelled. You struggled a bit, scared what your father would do, but Nash shot you a look. You instantly quit struggling and looked over at his friends. They were walking in the opposite direction.
Once the two of you reached what you assumed was his home, you instantly tensed up. He noticed and turned to you, and he had a soft look in his eyes.
"I am not going to do anything to you. I just want to clean those wounds before they get infected."
You nodded your head, and he led you inside, setting you on the couch. You looked around the house and realized that he must have had a lot of money. His house was much bigger on the inside from what you saw, and the decor was amazing.
Nash went to grab the first aid kit before coming back. He got on his knees in front of you and began to clean your wounds. You flinched slightly, and Nash apologized quietly. Once he was done cleaning your wounds, he looked at you.
"Why didn't you tell anyone you were being abused?"
"I don't want people getting involved."
"So it's better just to ignore it and be beat on by your father?"
"..."
"(Y/N), how long has this been going on?"
"Do we have to talk about this? I really don't want to."
"I won't force you, but I rather you not go back."
"I have nowhere else to go," you said. You were playing with the end of your shirt.
"Do you have any friends? You are way too sweet not to have friends."
"None that I am close to. At least not close enough."
"I see, well. This may be way out there, but I have a spare bedroom. Or, report your dad to the police so he can be arrested and you can stay home."
"I- Can I stay here? Until tomorrow? Then report him to the police? I don't want to deal with it today. I am so tired, and everything hurts."
"Of course," Nash said. He pushed your stray hairs behind your ear again. You felt a slight blush on your cheeks, and he leaned in and kissed your bruised cheek. Your eyes widened, and he pulled away before standing up.
"Well, I am hungry. Am I going to order food? Want anything specific?"
"N-No, anything is fine."
Nash nodded his head and went to the kitchen, leaving you there on the couch. You finally touched your cheek where his lips were. You shook your head but smiled to yourself.
'He isn't as bad as I thought; maybe giving him a chance wouldn't be so bad. After all, he helped me.'
"(Y/N), I ordered pizza. Is that fine?"
'His teammates aren't so bad either; they were gentle with me. I didn't know Nash could be so gentle.'
"(Y/N)?" Nash called your name again.
'Now that I think about it, he hasn't even tried flirting with me. He had every chance too...'
"Are you okay?" Nash walked over to you. He sat down beside you, realizing you were completely zoned out.
'His lips were soft and gentle on my cheek...wait, am I crushing on him?'
"(Y/N)?"
'Wait, but now that I am thinking about it, I always liked him...'
Nash frowned slightly and shook your shoulder, trying to gain your attention.
"(Y/N)?"
"HUH? WHAT NO, I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!" You jumped and blurted out. Nash moved his hand away, shocked, before he grinned at you. Once you realized what you said, you turned to meet his eyes. That's when you realized that you were screwed.
"Who do you not have a crush on?" Nash asked. You gulped slightly and quickly shook your head.
"N-No one."
"So you have a crush on someone?"
"No..."
"Then who do you not have a crush on?"
"Stop saying that; it's confusing. You are going to get me to say something."
"Could it be you have some feelings for me?"
"N-No... I- You, we, NO!"
Nash chuckled slightly and leaned closer to your face. You froze on the spot as his lips hovered over yours gently.
"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he said. You couldn't form the words, and he waited for you to move away or reject him. Once he realized you weren't going to reject him, he gently cupped your face.
"(Y/)-" You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. Nash eye's widened but instantly began to kiss back with a smirk.
You weren't sure what overcame you, and once you realized what you did, you parted.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry."
"Shh, don't apologize. Let me kiss you again." He grinned and pressed his lips to yours once more. He pulled your smaller form to him and hugged you tightly. Your heart was racing as you melted into the kiss, and you sighed into it. Once he finally parted on his own accord, he pressed his head against your forehead.
"I have been waiting to do that for so long. You have no idea. So I am assuming you are finally accepting my feelings for you now?" He asked, and you nodded.
"I think-"
"If you say you think we should wait, no. No, we shouldn't. I waited long enough; I want you as my girlfriend. I am willing to stop seeing other girls if you accept me. I only want you."
"Nash, really?"
"Yes, really. So will you accept me?"
"I will accept you..."
"Finally!" He pulled you to his chest and fell back on the couch. You blushed but smiled widely.
"I love you (Y/N)."
"I love you too, Nash. Thank you for everything."
Title: Protection
Fluff
No Warning
Your grip on your books tightened as Nash blocked your way from leaving. Your back was against the lockers, and his face was extremely close to yours. You felt red rise up your cheeks, and you avoided the look on his face.
"Hey, why are you avoiding me?" Nash asked. You looked down at your shoes, but he gripped your chin so you could meet his eyes.
"I-I have to go, Nash, please move."
"Not until you agree to go out on a date with me," your eyes flickered to his. You knew Nash wasn't the one to give up; once he set his eyes on you, he would do anything and everything to get you. You chewed on your lips and leaned back when he moved your lip from your teeth.
"Can you at least tell me why you don't want anything to do with me? Because that's the way, it seems."
"Nash, it's not like that. I just- you... I mean..."
"Fuck. You are so cute when you get flustered," Nash cut you off. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. After doing that, he trailed his knuckles down your cheek, causing you to tense.
"Why not just hang out with me for the time being? I mean, it looks like you need it badly."
"I can't; I told you already."
"I feel like that is not the truth. You are trying to avoid me still."
"I swear, please. My dad would get mad if I were not home on time. So please, move."
Nash watched your face, trying to find any hint that you were trying to avoid him. Once he realized how worried you looked, he let a small sigh out. He finally parted away from you and allowed you to leave.
"Can I walk you home at least?"
"Sorry!" You ran away from him, and he blinked.
"I am surprised you let her go," Jason said. Nash turned to him but shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Next time, I will convince her."
"Give up, go for someone that actually wants you. You have so many girls wanting to date you."
"That may be true, but she is different."
"Don't tell me you plan to settle down, and you are only 18."
"I just might; I mean, can you blame me?"
"You are serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, anyway, we have been challenged for a basketball game. Are you up for it?"
"Are you seriously asking Jason? Of course, I am; let's go."
"Figured you would say that; everyone else is already at the court."
Jason and Nash both made their way to the basketball court; Nash's mind was on you the entire time they were walking. Though when it came to the game, all thoughts left his mind. Of course, the Jabberwocks crushed their opponents.
"That was too easy!" Jason laughed loudly as the other team hung their heads. Nash only smirked as he wiped the sweat from his face.
"So, what are you guys doing today?" Nick asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders.
"Nash is probably going to go home and think about that one girl. What is her name? (Y/N) (L/N)?" Zack said. Nash shot him a glare knowing he was never going to hear the end of it.
"If she gives him a chance, Nash may end up settling down," Jason laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Very much, shut up," Nash rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag, and they all began to leave.
"Just repeating what you said. You are seriously thinking about it."
"Dude, you are too young to settle down. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nick said. Nash shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the teasing remarks directed to him.
"Even if I do, you guys wouldn't be able to pull someone as sweet and innocent as her."
"Like you?" Jason asked, and Nash shot him a glare.
"She will come around eventually."
"So you say," Allen said. Nash sighed softly; he had to admit it was hard convincing you to give him a chance.
They continued walking down the street, but they all stopped once they heard yelling. They stared at the house, then others, and they shook their heads.
"Man, I swear the yelling never ends at that house. Every time I pass it, the same person is always yelling," Jason said.
"Maybe he is a drunk..." Nick trailed off, and they nodded.
"Let's go; I don't want to be involved," Nash groaned. He began walking, and everyone followed him. Though they stopped once, they heard the screen door slam open.
"Just keep walking..." Nash trailed off, but Jason grabbed his shoulder.
"Doubt you want to do that. I think you may want to see who it is."
"Nope, if the police are called, we have to worry about all of that mess," Nash said.
"Even if it's that (Y/N) chick?"
"What?" Nash stopped and turned around there. He was able to see it. You were at the receiving end of your father's abuse. He could practically see red, so you weren't lying.
"Why the hell were you late? Huh!? I told you to be home right after school! And you come home 30 minutes late!"
"I-I'm sorry, dad, I had to stay after for a teacher..." You had tears in your eyes trying to avoid your father's hits. Nash felt like shit; it was his fault you were getting hurt.
"I know that look; we are getting involved," Jason said.
"Damn straight; it's my fault she got home late," he said. He walked to your father and shoved him off of you.
"Dude, fuck off. She doesn't deserve that!" Nash practically growled. Your eyes widened in shock, and the others stood in front of her.
"Mind your own damn business; she is my property. I can do what the fuck I want" Nash punched him in the face, cutting him off.
"She isn't property; she isn't an object."
"Nash~s-stop!" You got up and grabbed his arm, but Jason held you back.
"Don't get in the way."
"But..."
"It's going to be okay; let Nash handle it."
"So, that is what you were doing. Being a slut~ I should have known. Such a disgrace to the family."
"I-I~"
"Shut the hell up; she isn't even doing anything. I just can't stand around when someone I know is being abused by the person supposed to protect her. You are such a lousy father. (Y/N), let's go," Nash said. He turned around and grabbed your hand.
"Get back here now!"
"She isn't going anywhere near you!" Nash yelled. You struggled a bit, scared what your father would do, but Nash shot you a look. You instantly quit struggling and looked over at his friends. They were walking in the opposite direction.
Once the two of you reached what you assumed was his home, you instantly tensed up. He noticed and turned to you, and he had a soft look in his eyes.
"I am not going to do anything to you. I just want to clean those wounds before they get infected."
You nodded your head, and he led you inside, setting you on the couch. You looked around the house and realized that he must have had a lot of money. His house was much bigger on the inside from what you saw, and the decor was amazing.
Nash went to grab the first aid kit before coming back. He got on his knees in front of you and began to clean your wounds. You flinched slightly, and Nash apologized quietly. Once he was done cleaning your wounds, he looked at you.
"Why didn't you tell anyone you were being abused?"
"I don't want people getting involved."
"So it's better just to ignore it and be beat on by your father?"
"..."
"(Y/N), how long has this been going on?"
"Do we have to talk about this? I really don't want to."
"I won't force you, but I rather you not go back."
"I have nowhere else to go," you said. You were playing with the end of your shirt.
"Do you have any friends? You are way too sweet not to have friends."
"None that I am close to. At least not close enough."
"I see, well. This may be way out there, but I have a spare bedroom. Or, report your dad to the police so he can be arrested and you can stay home."
"I- Can I stay here? Until tomorrow? Then report him to the police? I don't want to deal with it today. I am so tired, and everything hurts."
"Of course," Nash said. He pushed your stray hairs behind your ear again. You felt a slight blush on your cheeks, and he leaned in and kissed your bruised cheek. Your eyes widened, and he pulled away before standing up.
"Well, I am hungry. Am I going to order food? Want anything specific?"
"N-No, anything is fine."
Nash nodded his head and went to the kitchen, leaving you there on the couch. You finally touched your cheek where his lips were. You shook your head but smiled to yourself.
'He isn't as bad as I thought; maybe giving him a chance wouldn't be so bad. After all, he helped me.'
"(Y/N), I ordered pizza. Is that fine?"
'His teammates aren't so bad either; they were gentle with me. I didn't know Nash could be so gentle.'
"(Y/N)?" Nash called your name again.
'Now that I think about it, he hasn't even tried flirting with me. He had every chance too...'
"Are you okay?" Nash walked over to you. He sat down beside you, realizing you were completely zoned out.
'His lips were soft and gentle on my cheek...wait, am I crushing on him?'
"(Y/N)?"
'Wait, but now that I am thinking about it, I always liked him...'
Nash frowned slightly and shook your shoulder, trying to gain your attention.
"(Y/N)?"
"HUH? WHAT NO, I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!" You jumped and blurted out. Nash moved his hand away, shocked, before he grinned at you. Once you realized what you said, you turned to meet his eyes. That's when you realized that you were screwed.
"Who do you not have a crush on?" Nash asked. You gulped slightly and quickly shook your head.
"N-No one."
"So you have a crush on someone?"
"No..."
"Then who do you not have a crush on?"
"Stop saying that; it's confusing. You are going to get me to say something."
"Could it be you have some feelings for me?"
"N-No... I- You, we, NO!"
Nash chuckled slightly and leaned closer to your face. You froze on the spot as his lips hovered over yours gently.
"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he said. You couldn't form the words, and he waited for you to move away or reject him. Once he realized you weren't going to reject him, he gently cupped your face.
"(Y/)-" You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. Nash eye's widened but instantly began to kiss back with a smirk.
You weren't sure what overcame you, and once you realized what you did, you parted.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry."
"Shh, don't apologize. Let me kiss you again." He grinned and pressed his lips to yours once more. He pulled your smaller form to him and hugged you tightly. Your heart was racing as you melted into the kiss, and you sighed into it. Once he finally parted on his own accord, he pressed his head against your forehead.
"I have been waiting to do that for so long. You have no idea. So I am assuming you are finally accepting my feelings for you now?" He asked, and you nodded.
"I think-"
"If you say you think we should wait, no. No, we shouldn't. I waited long enough; I want you as my girlfriend. I am willing to stop seeing other girls if you accept me. I only want you."
"Nash, really?"
"Yes, really. So will you accept me?"
"I will accept you..."
"Finally!" He pulled you to his chest and fell back on the couch. You blushed but smiled widely.
"I love you (Y/N)."
"I love you too, Nash. Thank you for everything."
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HI!! ok so i literally love your writing and your entire page in general! i saw that your ask box is open nd if it isn't just ignore this,, but could you do nsfw/sfw hcs as jason silver's s/o?? thx a ton!!!!
well i don't technically write for nsft but i'll summarise and leave the rest to your imagination:
animalistic stamina
exceptionally agile and strong
(aka you're gonna be able to go on all night in various positions)
into degradation if he's the one degrading, or praise if he's the one being praised
relationship hcs w jason silver
makes very suggestive (and obvious) pick up lines and then guffaws at them as you stare at him only mildly amused
mad handsy. like you could not pay him to stop touching you.
not a jealous type - cause he knows damn well he’s better than any guy you might be talking to - but definitely possessive
likes making sure people know you’re his through his hand not leaving your waist + with more suggestive pda
that said will he use “you were hitting on my s/o” as an excuse to get in a fight with someone? yes
and don’t except to be able to pull him off his opponent
splays across the bed when asleep + runs quite hot (always ends up kicking off the duvet) which makes cuddling up at night a little difficult
gets a lot of relationship advice from nash, who seemingly understands everything. well, it’s not really relationship advice; it’s more jason not understanding what he did to piss you off, and nash pointing it out
typically it’s very obvious
yeah jason cannot understand any subtleties or hints unless it’s flirtatious or he’s on the court
if you’re mad at him, he hides your stuff at the top of cupboards (or possibly on top of the cupboard) so you’ll ask him to get it down for you
this plan started backfiring when you bought a step-stool/ladder
now he has to hide that first
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darkanddirtyknb · 6 years
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Nash's girlfriend has suffered from depression for years but when he tries to get her to talk about it she refuses. An important match is around the corner and he feels like leaving her alone is asking for trouble but she insists. They have their issues but he cares a lot about her and when he almost loses her, he realize just how much she means to him. Lots of angst with occasional fluff and a happy ending.
Word count: 4,513↳Requested by: T-chan
It’searly Spring and sunlight filters into the room to accentuate thefloating dust motes that swirl in its rays like flecks of gold in aprospector’s pan. There’s a certain artistry in it despite the natureof its origin but Nash has always been guilty of underestimating thebeauty of the sun and he has no interest in watching specks of dusttwirl to the ground. He’s much more interested in watching you.
Thereare many things Nash appreciates about you – the delicate softnessof your features, for example, the gentle curve of your mouth whenyou smile and the way it turns up when you’re teasing, the long linesof your lashes and the way they flutter when you blink as much aswhen you’re dreaming. The quiet purr of your voice when you’retalking to him at a close distance and the reticent vibration of itwhen you’re humming across the room. He rolls onto his side, thewrinkled sheet catching at his bare hip slipping down to the top ofhis thigh. He tucks an arm under his pillow and reaches out with hisfree hand to stroke the warmth of your cheek. You exhale a softbreath and unconsciously lean into his touch, still cradled in theprofound depths of slumber.
It’s onthe rare occasion such as this when Nash thinks about what he’s takenfor granted – all of the times when he was too young and too proud,the son of a catastrophe. He thinks about how he left you with hisburdens and how you always cleaned up after his mistakes. He closeshis eyes and listens to the birds outside the window sing their songswithout any words.
“You’rethinking too much again,” you tell him, and Nash smiles softly. Heopens his eyes and catches you staring at him, your own eyeshalf-lidded and still hazy with sleep.
“Isthat even possible?” Nash asks, his voice dry and scratchy for lackof moisture. He stares deep into your gaze until his unshakable focusdigs deep into your skin and you can’t bear the weight of it. Youturn your head and stare up at the ceiling but Nash doesn’t look awayfrom you. The sun touches your face but for a moment, it feels socold and everything looks so gray.
Nashfrowns as he draws back the sheet and takes your wrist into his hand.He knows that it’s not easy for you to relax your arm when he doesthis but it makes him feel better somehow so you let him stretch outthe appendage and run his fingers along the scars that mar your skin.“You’re not alone anymore, you know that right?” he asks in hisusual timbre, his voice suddenly clear.
“I’malone all the time,” you say, and Nash stills entirely, his fingershovering above your arm and the soft of his breathing goingmomentarily silent. He knows that he’s making it obvious that you’vehurt him but he’s never been great at hiding his emotions.
“Whenam I going to be enough?” Nash asks, his tone going cold.
Hewatches you blink away your thoughts and swallow down the pain thatcreeps into your chest like early morning’s frost. He’s come to knowthis cycle as well as his morning routine. You take Nash’s hand intoyour own and roll over to face him, a suggestion of happinessspreading across your lips and into the barest reaches of a smile.“You’re always enough – sometimes you’re too much,” you tellhim in an obvious attempt at humor.
Nashstares at you, his expression as inscrutable as he is impenetrable,and he wants to say something but whatever it is dies on his lips ashe slips out of bed to get ready for the most promising match he’shad all month. He wonders if there’s any point in talking when hiswords always seem to get lost somewhere between the storm clouds anda haunted galaxy.
“Maybeyou should think about getting out of the house today. It’s not doingyou any good to stay cooped up in this bedroom all the time.” Nashpulls a hoodie over his jersey, then combs a hand through his honeyedstrands. He pauses for a brief moment, just long enough to fit acigarette between his lips and strike a match. “You think I don’tpay attention but I do.” He points his hand in your direction as heexhales a plume of smoke. “Whatever’s going on, you need to come toterms with it.”
He canfeel your eyes on his back as he walks over to the dresser and tuckshis wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. “I don’t know whatyou’re talking about,” you say, and Nash can hear the familiarslide of fabric against skin and the creak of bedsprings as you pullyourself up and into sitting. He takes a deep breath before turningaround and taking another drag of the cigarette pressed too-tightlybetween his long fingers. He looks at how the sun lights up yourcomplexion and at all of the marks pressed into your skin from thecreases in the sheets. His eyes rove over your arms but he doesn’tlinger on the faint discoloration or the preceding slashes becausetouching them is much easier than seeing the damage you’veinflicted on your body.
“Ifthere’s something going on I want you to talk to me about it. We bothknow what happens when you try to handle it on your own,” Nashsays, and he doesn’t mean to sound so callous but it’s the truth andhe doesn’t want to lose you to the life you had before you starteddating.
Yousmile and issue a laugh that should be enough to ease his mind butthe light doesn’t touch your eyes and Nash doesn’t feel good aboutany of this. “I talk to my friends, Nash, but I promise, I’m fine,”you stress but for some reason, Nash can’t find it anywhere inhimself to believe you.
“Yeah,your internet friends. It’s easy to talk to them. They don’tknow you.” Nash reaches behind himself and tugs an ashtrayin his direction. “I’m not trying to discount those friendships butyou need people who can support you here.” He flicks the endof his cigarette with his thumb and watches the ash fall into thesmall glass receptacle.
“Whatdifference should that make?” Nash watches your lips move on thewords and your brows knit together in an expression that representsirritation. He knows it all too well, was prepared for it, in fact.He’s become personally aware of your coping mechanisms and growingdefensive seems to be at the top of your list.
“Itmakes a huge fucking difference when you need someone herewith you,” Nash says, gesticulating to the floor. “Who are yougoing to reach out to when I’m all the way across the States? I leavefor Florida in two weeks. I want to know that you’re going to beokay.” Nash doesn’t want to delve into history but the reality ofit is right in front of his eyes and no matter how hard he tries, hecan’t get it out of his head. It’s like a black spider, crawlingaround his brain and making webs that he can’t clear regardless ofhis determination.
“I’llbe just fine,” you tell him, and there’s nothing left to saybecause Nash has walked this path more times with you than he caresto count. He knows that there’s no point in trying to squeeze bloodout of a turnip and unless you’re ready to talk, you’re going to shutyourself off from him and the rest of the world.  
It’s afact that pushes him through the front door and into the monotony ofthe day’s tasks but he can’t quite shake the feeling that he’slooking a hurricane in the eye. Nevertheless, he pretends at normalcywith his team and plays basketball like there’s fire burning throughhis fingertips and ice in his blood, all while the sharp edge of abite pulses through his brain and venom spreads out into his veins.
Thefollowing days pass by Nash in a blur that he’s not entirelycomfortable with but it’s not until the night before his flight thathe lets the fear of leaving creep into the forefront of his mind.He’s become acutely aware of seeing through your veneer and down toall of the pain that you try to hide, and it’s plain to see thatyou’re not yourself and haven’t been for some time. But no matter howhard he wants to uncover the damage that he’s gained with his wisdomyou continue to insist that you’re fine. He doesn’t want to saysomething that he might regret so he fucks you instead because it’seasy to pretend that everything’s fine when you’re letting him in,even if it’s only in a physical sense.
Heleaves bruises on your body and come on your skin, and he draws hisname over your back until his arm goes numb with sleep and his mindslips into recess. It’s not enough and he knows it. He knows thathe’s leaving you with ghosts that will tell you how to disappear andthat you’ll stray from the path of the words that he’s led you tobelieve. But what’s worse is knowing that there’s not a damn thing hecan do about it because you won’t let down your guard.
Nashdreams in black and white with no color in between and the illusionbears no significance other than he’s standing on the edge of a cliffhe’s never seen before, screaming words he can’t quite make out intothe gorge below. When he wakes, his skin is slick with a fine sheenthat catches in the morning sun and his hair is damp with sweat,sticking to his cheeks and the back of his neck. He looks over towhere you’re curled into a ball and breathes a sigh of relief.
He takesa shower and absentmindedly washes the perspiration from hisoverheated skin. He thinks about his flight and whether he’s packedall of the necessary belongings one needs for comfortable travel, allwhile involuntarily running from the one thought that’s troubling himthe most – the reason why he’s so afraid to leave you alone.
He’s inlove with you.
Thefirst night comes easy because you haven’t been apart long and it’senough that Nash can hear your voice and see your face when you speakto him over a video chat. He misses the warmth of your body and thesoft of your skin but he’s as tired as the day was long so sleepcomes easy – and sleep is just that – it’s easy because hedoesn’t have to think.
Thesecond night is harder because Nash drinks a little too much andparties a little too hard and by the time he falls into his bed, coldand alone, he thinks that maybe he shouldn’t have been so hard onyou. He closes his eyes and tries to remember what it was that hesaid to make you cry but he can’t and he hates himself for fallingprey to his wealth of unhealthy emotions.
Thethird night is the hardest yet, and Nash is caught between wanting tofly back home to have angry makeup sex with you and ending it allover the telephone. He knows that leaving you would make his life alot less complicated, but he also knows that leaving you isn’t anoption when he’s this deep into you and he finds himself choking onthe realization of how vulnerable he’s become. He skips theafter-party and sits on the hotel balcony, a beer in one hand and acigarette in his other. He stares out across the city and tries toforget the miles between you, thinking that whoever came up with theidea that distance makes the heart grow fonder is an idiot.
Thefourth night doesn’t come because come morning Nash has a sinkingfeeling in his gut that he can’t overcome and it’s only made worsewhen he dials your number and the call goes straight to yourvoicemail. He racks his brain, trying to think of someone, anyonewho he can call to check on you. His heart hammers in his chest andthe sound of his blood pumps loudly against the war drums pounding inhis ears. He runs through a list of your contacts, trying to rememberthe last person you talked to but he comes up as empty-handed as whenhe started. He knows that you’re not close with your family and thatyou’ve been aiming to alienate yourself from all of your friends. Hethrusts a hand through his hair and paces the length of his hotelroom on autopilot.
He hatesyou for refusing to reach out to him when he was willing to listenbut he hates himself more for leaving when he knew that he shouldn’t.He reaches for his pack of Marlboro’s and shakes out a cigarette, avice he’s turned to in times of stress for far too long, but he can’tbring himself to waste time looking for his lighter so he crushes thefragile stick between his fingers and starts packing up his things.
Theflight back home feels like the longest one he’s ever been on andeven after it’s landed and he’s finally out of the taxi that drovehim home, he still feels like everything is moving in slow motion,like he’s wading through molasses. He makes his way up to the frontdoor of his house and drops his bags at his feet. He doesn’t realizethat he’s shaking until he tries to fit his key into the lock that’sholding him back from what he so desperately wants. He inhales untilhis lungs expand on air and curses under his breath as he forceshimself to focus. He hears the key slide into place and the click ofthe locking mechanism when he twists his wrist. He turns the door’shandle and pushes his way into the house, abandoning his bags on thedoorstep in the immediate interest of finding you.
Nashsearches through every room for a sign of your presence but there’snothing to be found. Initially, he fears that you’ve tired of hisbullshit and left him like you probably should have months ago butyour belongings are where they were when he left. He tugs the bottomline of his mouth between his teeth and bites down until the bittertang of salt and copper shakes him out of his reverie. He runs hishands over his face and starts to formulate a new plan when his phonevibrates in his pocket.
Hedoesn’t recognize the number that lights up his screen but instinctdrives his response and he’s answering the call before the secondring. He listens to the honeyed voice on the other line and repliesto a series of questions with a strange sense of paralysis. He canfeel his mouth moving on the right answers and he can hear the soundof his voice but nothing quite makes sense and it’s not until hehangs up the call that he understands what the woman on the phone wastrying to tell him.
Heexpects anger to come first, to shatter the face of his phone or addto the number of holes that he’s put in the wall but it doesn’t, andhe’s relied on that fire for so long that he doesn’t know what to dowithout it. He glances around the room he’s standing in – not sureof how or when he got there – and for the first time in his life,he doesn’t know how to face his emotions.
Nashdoesn’t know how much time has passed between when he got the phonecall from the hospital and the time it takes for him to find the roomyou’re in, but it feels like every minute that’s counted down isanother wasted moment he can’t afford.
His handfeels cold when he presses his palm against the door to your room andhe feels like he can’t breathe for what he knows he’s about to see.He closes his eyes and swallows thickly as if he can choke down thefear that’s trapped between the gaps in his ribcage. He bites downand into the tender split of skin that turns to blood on his bottomlip and pushes his way into the dimly lit room.
Hisheart catches in his chest and something he’s never felt before seemsto replace it. His knees feel weak and every step toward where you’relying feels like his last. The air smells chemical and the ambianceof his surroundings are atmospherically bleak. The lights have beenturned down to a soft glow and the monitors are relatively quiet butthe slow drip of fluid entering your IV is all Nash can hear.
It takeshim a moment before he can bring himself to really look at you, totake in how small and frail you seem, to absorb the number ofbandages and rolls of gauze that hide the truth of why you’re here,just as white as the crisp sheets you’re lying on and the bareness ofthe plain hospital walls. He reaches out to touch your arm but hefinds himself drawing away, unafraid of the blood and the lacerationsbut too scared to face the guilt that’s convincing him that he mightas well have made the incisions himself for all the damage he’scaused.
Nashthinks about all of the times when he was too busy to listen and allof the times when he should have tried harder. He thinks about howyou were always there for him, regardless of the mood he was in, howyou always came back and never gave up on him when everyone elsewould have, when they did. He thinks until his head aches andhis eyes are heavy with tears he’s too ashamed to shed. He thinksuntil his thoughts cut down to bone and there’s nothing but blood onhis lips like a prayer in the shape of your name.
Hestares across the room and keeps his focus pinned to a spot on thewall, his eyes blank and his mind in a daze. His knees are splayedopen and his body has gone slack against the chair at his back. Hishands are tensed on the chair’s arms, his fingers digging into thecheap vinyl by way of holding onto some kind of substance. He wisheshe had something to turn to, some kind of vice to ease the guilt andthe pain that slices through the thrum of his heart like razor-wire.He exhales a slow breath and thinks about how and when he fell inlove. It’s part of an equation he never planned for, a situation henever pictured himself in, a fate he never truly wanted.
He’slost to his thoughts when you open your eyes and panic, alarmed anddismayed due to the unfamiliarity of the room. You sit bolt uprightand gasp, stale air catching in your lungs like it’s the last breathyou’ll have the luxury of taking. Nash moves without putting anythought to his motion and collects you in his arms, his fingersstroking over your hair as he holds you against the resistance of hischest.
“Whatthe fuck were you thinking?” he asks you, his cheek pressing hardagainst the top of your head. His voice shakes and you don’t thinkyou’ve ever heard him sound so undone. You reach up and clutch thedark cotton that rests against his skin, afraid that if you don’thold onto him he’ll disappear. Tears stream down your cheeks andwhatever answer you want to give sticks in the dry of your throat.You try to inhale but the effort shakes apart in your chest and youchoke on a sob. Nash pulls your closer and holds you tighter and youcan’t help but bury your face in his neck. He smells like leather andcoffee and cigarettes and it’s so reminiscent of home that you loseyourself to the crushing weight of emotion that’s been pulling youdown into the shadows for years.
“I’msorry,” you manage, your lips moving against the warmth of Nash’schest. You sniffle and Nash draws back to take your face between hishands. He holds you there, his thumbs sweeping away the tears thatleak from your eyes like a leaky faucet that can’t be fixed. Youquickly reach up and close your fingers around his forearms, and it’sobvious that you’re holding fast to the hope that he can offer youthe strength you so desperately need.
Nashpresses his lips to the lines that have formed along your forehead ina kiss that promises support. “I don’t need you to be sorry,” hetells you, ducking his head to look you straight in the eye. “WhatI need is for you to talk to me. I can’t…I can’t help you ifyou don’t tell me how you feel and” –he bites his lip and looksin the direction of the door– “I can’t fucking lose you.”
“Nash,”is all you say, his name a soft whisper on your lips. You tightenyour fingers on his arms and the pressure brings his attention backto your tear-stained face.
“I canhurt you if it’s what you need,” Nash tells you, a breath oflaughter following the tremor in his tone. “I’m good at that.” Hesweeps away another trail of your tears and tilts your head back tostare at you directly. “I can be the bad guy when you need a breakfrom all of the good but I need you to open up to me too. I need youto tell me when shit’s gotten too deep and you can’t handle italone.”
“Youshouldn’t have to shoulder my burdens. I’m…I’m broken, Nash. I havebeen for a long time. I never told you how bad my depression isbecause I don’t feel like I deserve help. There are other people whoneed it more than I do. I’m not worthy–”
Nashtugs you forward and you have to balance yourself on his shoulders tokeep from falling. He fits his lips to the shape of your surprise andkisses the words out of your mouth. He feels something let loose inhis throat but he refuses to cry. He knows it’s hypocritical, that heshould be allowing his emotions to come forth when he’s asking you todo the same but he can’t submit to weakness when you’re in such greatneed of his strength. He draws back and away from your lips andfinally lowers himself down onto the edge of your bed. “Fuck thoseother people. I don’t care about them. I care about you,and you’re just as worthy of help as anyone else on this fucked upplanet.”
Hiswords seem to crack open something more complex than the deep cuts onyour skin and the emotion in your eyes because you come apart in hisarms and soak the front of his shirt with your tears as he rocks youback and forth in his warm embrace. He holds you until your violentsobs turn to quiet tears and your limbs no longer shake. He strokesyour hair and kisses your face and lays you back down against the bedwhen you no longer have the strength to keep yourself upright. Hetells you that you need rest but he listens to the sorrowful edge ofyour words when you tell him about when you first fell into thedoldrums and how you could never seem to get out again. He listensuntil you talk yourself to sleep and the day’s nurse comes in tocheck your vitals. He listens to the drip of your IV and the rhythmicbeep of your monitor and the sound of your breathing. He listensbecause it’s easier than facing the fact that he was so close tolosing you.
Helistens because he knows it’s what you need and he’ll be damned ifhe’ll let this happen again.
It’sbeen three months since your hospital stay and the marks of that dayare finally starting to fade. Nash knows that the wounds slashedacross your heart are still far from healed but you’re learning howto mend the inveterate damage they’ve caused you and that’s whatmatters most – that and Nash is trying his best to learn from hisown mistakes to be a better man. He’s still too volatile and far tooaudacious but when his temper flares hot and his reckless desirestake hold, he takes a moment to stop and think about that day in thehospital and how unpredictable life can be.
He’slearning from you and you’re taking lessons from him and he knowsthat together you might be unfit for each other but for now, all hewants is to be within the reaches of your existence. He’s possessiveand probably neurotic, and he’s obsessive and too jealous for his owngood but he vows to keep you safe and deep-down, he hopes that it’senough.
Nashwatches the sun spread out across your face as he traces the marks onyour arms and he wonders if these scars will be your last. He pusheshimself up and onto his elbow and plants a trail of lazy kisses downyour arm. The featherlight touch of his hair tickling your skinrouses you into awareness and he smiles up at you when you card yourfingers gently through his golden strands. You return his smile andthe light that touches on your lips reminds him that darkness doesn’talways have to be visible in its existence but it’s how you handleits demons that makes all the difference – because there are thingsthat will haul your soul away and there are monsters in thedark. So he takes you by the hand and draws you into the light inhopes that it’ll be enough; and when you kiss his fingertips, one byone, somehow he knows that it will be. No one is free of the demonsthat trespass on the wake of grief and despair but Nash knows how tofight them now.
And ifnothing else, he’s always been one hell of a fighter.
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fierysafrina · 2 years
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Come Christmas morning | Nash Gold Jr x f!reader [E]
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Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.300 Genre: Romance | Fluff | Smut Additional tags: Handjob | Overstimulation | Dirty talk | Riding | Biting | Cursing | Pet names Summary: What a better way to start Christmas morning than to give your boyfriend a sight to remember for days to come. Notes: If at some point you have no idea what you’re reading anymore, blame whiskey asdfghjkl I’m fine. I’m just really horny for Nash :’) Also this has been in my draft for a year and it was about time I completed it. Enjoy~
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You turn in your bed, sighing as you slowly wake from your sleep. Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you unconsciously look towards the window first only to frown when you don't recognize the room. It’s still dark outside and you wonder what time it is. Your heartbeat paces for a moment before you remember where you are.
An arm is wrapped around your stomach and you turn slowly, carefully to not wake up your boyfriend. Nash is still sound asleep beside you and a small smile spreads across your lips. He looks so peaceful and calm, a complete opposite to what he's like when awake.
Slowly raising your finger, you trace it down his cheek. He doesn't wake up and you doubt he will any time soon when an idea comes to you. Turning around, you search for your phone that isn't on the night table and quickly lose motivation to find it when Nash turns on his back. You raise an eyebrow, knowing him too well that he must be awake. Yet the more you wait for him to open his eyes, the longer he sleeps.
Rising into a sitting position, a strap of your silky nightgown, which seems much too revealing for your liking--but you couldn’t not surprise your boyfriend--, slips down your shoulder. You don't reach to fix it, but instead move beneath the sheets to hover over Nash and straddle his thighs. There's no surprise that his boxers are already long gone. That was something you've learnt throughout the months of staying together. At some point throughout the night, he always ends up sleeping naked, be it winter or summer.
The corners of your lips turn upward in a smirk when you reach for his cock. It’s soft and warm, but with a couple of strokes, you feel it harden. Nash moans in his sleep and your smirk widens before you raise your hips enough to pull your panties to the side and align yourself on his cock. Just the thought of waking him up like this makes you wet and to see those eyes of his open, his lips turning into a smirk before his hands still your hips and take control.
Slowly sliding down, you bite hard on your lip to not moan out loud and still completely when you’re completely down. You want to hold onto him, fingers itching to dig themselves into his skin, but you refrain from doing so although you’re quite certain that he’s already half awake if not completely.
His cock twitches inside you and you roll your hips, a rather silent moan escaping your lips as you shut your eyes. You don’t notice Nash stilling beneath you until you feel hands on your hips. You startle and snap your eyes open to look into Nash’s that are still blurry with sleep, but there’s lust you recognize and the undeniable need that makes your walls clench around him.
“Good mornin’, baby…” You moan as you slowly begin to move your hips. Your nails dig into his skin, which makes him groan and a smirk appears on your lips. You lean down and kiss him on the lips, murmuring; “Merry Christmas” once you pull away.
“Merry indeed.” the corners of his lips turn upward as he starts to lead you instead.
Every time you move back down he meets you halfway, his cock inching deeper inside you. You try to hide the moans, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, but Nash has none of it. He holds both of your hands and pulls you forward.
You fall on his chest with a small yelp and your world spins before you realize you’re lying on your back with Nash hovering above you. He’s kissing your neck, biting on your skin and you know a mark will be left in its wake, but you don’t have it in yourself to stop him from giving you more. He rocks his hips slowly, painfully slow and you whine, moving your hips only to have him chuckle.
“So needy …” he murmurs against your neck and bites you, making you yelp.
“Mm-yeah…” you moan as your hands slip beneath his arms and on his back. “Am so needy…” you whisper and search for his lips for a kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to give you. “...just for you.”
“Yeah?” he hums, one of his hands sliding down your side. He holds for your leg and pulls it over his back, his pace slowly growing faster.
You part your lips to say something when he takes complete control and begins to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow. You gasp and hold onto his arms instead, clinging on them like you’re afraid to slip away from him. He’s wide awake, you know that, because that drowsiness from before is nowhere to be seen and you feel so full of him that it drives you insane at how good he’s making you feel.
Rising from bed, you wrap your arms around him and bite down on his shoulder, trying not to be louder but it seems it only spurred him on. You whimper every time he hits deep inside you, your walls clenching around him like you try to keep him inside. He grunts and you fail to keep your eyes open, because it’s becoming too much.
No sooner you find yourself coming, but Nash has no intention of stopping until he joins you. His hands are gripping your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.
“B-baby…” you moan, shaking your head while dragging your nails down his arms.
Chills are running down his spine and it only spurs him on to hold you behind your knees and raises them up to your hips so he can slide in deeper.
“Come on baby,” he groans and before you know it, a second orgasm is approaching, faster than before. “You can take another one. I know you can. Y-you’ve always been so good f-for me.” Nash curses when he feels your walls clench around his cock as your moans and his grunts fill the silent room.
“Fuck…” you curse and look at Nash right in the moment when you come.
You shudder as you watch his eyes close and head fall back. You reach out and caress your fingers down his chest, chills going down his spine before he looks back at you. You wave him to come closer and he complies without a word.
His lips are pressing against yours, kissing slow and lazy as he pulls out of you. You whine at the emptiness and Nash smiles into the kiss.
Pulling away, he swipes his thumb over your lower lip and you unconsciously part them. You can see him gulp and instead of putting his thumb inside like you expect him to do it, he leans down once again to kiss you before he lays beside you.
You’re slightly confused by his actions, but your heart misses a beat when he stands from the bed and leaves the room. You’re about to call after him, to ask him where he’s going only to hear water run and your chest tightens when he comes back. Catching his gaze, he smiles at you and a moment later he’s caressing your thighs and you flinch, yet want more.
“Take it easy, little one.” Nash says as he covers you beneath the blankets. “I don’t want to tire you out so quickly.”
You raise an eyebrow, chuckling. “You’re worried for me? I’m not that weak.” you tease and the corners of Nash’s lips turn into a smirk.
“We have a whole week ahead.” Leaning down, he kisses you on the lips, slipping beneath the blankets, the towel forgotten on the floor.
Pulling you closer to his chest, you hum at the warmth he emits, closing your eyes. “This is perfect…” you murmur more to yourself, but Nash can hear you clearly.
“A perfect way to start Christmas morning.” he agrees.
You laugh at his words, but don’t correct him, knowing it was a good way to start Christmas indeed.
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sangorous · 2 years
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thank you everyone for 800 followers! i am trying to be more active here, so as a thank you for all you guys do. i am doing an 4 day of smut, which will be linked below:
day 1: fuegoleon vermilion x black!fem!reader x yami sukehiro
day 2: kisuke urahara x black!reader
day 3: donquixote doflamingo x black!fem!reader
day 4: joichiro yukihira x black!fem!reader
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thank you guys for 800! the both of us are terrible at being consistent, but somehow y’all decided to stick along. i’m really grateful and appreciative for y’all! so here’s an angst and fluff special!
day 1: back 2 u -> nash gold jr. x black!fem!reader x junpei hyuuga
join our tag list! <3
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dejwrites · 2 years
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current wips
— hanma request, it’s literally in my drafts and i started it
— private lesson collab piece, literally in my google docs…think i’m going to do my writing smut backwards method to complete this one
— dom kang from windbreaker fluff !!!
— part 2 of nash gold jr argument piece
this is what is on the agenda for today and i am off to go do.
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🥀 🥀🍭 🍭
With jason silver you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to
💔Jason Silver, Nash Gold Jr, and Haizaki Shougo Disregarding Their S/O Hard Work and then Realizes it. 💔
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A/N: Hello there Anon! I hope you like the final result of this Headcanons and Scenarios. I had a little bit of difficulty writing this characters because I don't really understand their personality one hundred percent but I hope you like the final result. This headcanon was inspired by one of Haikyuu headcanons.
Warning: Angst and Profanities
Gender: neutral
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Jason Silver - Jabberwocky
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I don't know about you or if you have seen the page yet but my friend sent me a picture of Jason Silver harassing a poor woman so in my opinion. Jason would very often be toxic to you and would often disregard your hard work.
If you made a lunch for him and accidentally made the food salty? He's going to make fun of you for being a bad cook even though you're not as bad as Momoi or Riko.
You cleaned his apartment and it's not really clean because you just got home from school workplace? He's going to say you did a horrible job.
You don't take care of yourself because you tried to take care of him and you don't dress up like other boyfriend or girlfriend? He's going to comment on you that he's embarrassed to have a girlfriend/boyfriend like you and that's why he 'didn't bring you out' or show you to his friends.
You didn't give him the gift that he wants so bad even though you don't have much money? He will comment that you're poor and would purposely give you the silent treatment until you give him the gift that he wants.
Nevertheless, Jason Silver is a human being so he can feel guilty after he realizes how much bullshit he gave to you whereas you already treated him nicely.
He is not the best boyfriend and not boyfriend material like Kiyoshi Teppei and Kuroko but he will try his best to control his words even though most of the time he accidentally slips out.
He does apologize to you once he realizes how much shit he is and tries to spoil you to say how sorry he is by protecting you from his friends who try to harass you and bring you to VIP parties.
You cannot say no to him once he tries to spoil you because he would be sent you a glare so you would accept his treatment. Jason Silver would also leave you alone, he would be around you all night at the party and not leave your sight.
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It was late in the afternoon as the sun is going down and the stars are coming up to show up in the sky. It has been such a tiring day for you after working all day inside the small cafe and working as a barista making drinks for the clients. You usually have lots of free time but this day there were lots of people in the cafe and you had to work hard whether you like it or not.
The ride to the apartment was really long around fifteen minutes on foot or ten minutes on a bicycle. Every inch of your body was screaming in pain, especially your feet since you have to stand for more than an hour and walk around to take some ingredients to make the customers drinks or snacks.
Parking inside the bike in the basement, you locked the bike to keep it safe from the thief and went to your room by a lift before going up with the lift on the third floor. Getting inside the shared room, you began putting the bags on top of the chair and swiping the whole room to clean the dirty floor before mopping it.
Sadly, you don't have much of the energy and strength to continue your job and put the broom along the mop away in the corner before sitting on the couch. The lid of your eyes feely heavier in each second and not realizing what happen, everything turns dark and the dark vision calls you from reality.
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Sounds of footsteps get louder and louder and alarm the other residents of the apartment who immediately shake in fear because of the loud footsteps. From the booming voice, they could tell the Silver-haired basketball player are pissed off, having one in a bad mood for losing one of his basketball games.
It was a miracle for you that you did not wake up to the loud sounds of the door slamming open, showing your angry boyfriend Jason Silver. He was tired from the game and the condition of the apartment still not clear like he hopes made him, even more, angrier than before.
"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY!!" Jason's eyes laid on you.
"H-huh? What?" Your eyes slowly open up. His loud voice definitely woke you up from your slumber.
"BABE! WHAT THE FUCK- WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY?" He snarls as the slit in his eyes gets smaller.
"S-sorry. I just got home and accidentally fell asleep," you tried to reason with him with a shaky voice in fear of him beating you.
"I DON'T CARE! I'M ALSO TIRED BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN!" He shouted back.
"That's because you never clean this apartment while I'm always the one who always clean it while you were drinking your beer.." You stood up at him, not liking that he starts acting like a kid.
"Well, I'm resting! Am I not allowed to have a relaxing time?!"
"I should be the one asking that while you just came home and start screaming at me....You know what? Leave and think about what you just did, Jason Silver. You are basically almost the same as Nash, being a tyrannical piece of shit. I always clean everything in this apartment while you never clean but once I need to rest. You're treating me as if I have never done anything to you," you look at him in the eyes with the glint in your eyes disappearing.
You always call him babe, baby, and darling, and never Jason Silver unless you're pissed. Jason's eyes immediately widened, and he realizes that he hurts your feeling for a small matter and that he can also do it by himself "Uhh B-babe, wait. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"
"Just leave me alone...I need to rest," you walk away from him.
The silver-haired basketball player hisses in anger as he slumps down on top of the couch, pondering about his recent action and how to make it up to you until a bright light appears on the side of his head and the gear in his head are turning around with an idea popped into his mind.
On the next day when you don't need to go to your working place, the sounds of birds chirping could be heard and your vision was blurry, trying to wake up even though it was really hard for you since yesterday's work. Once the blur was gone from the sight, your eyes widened to see a black blazer with pants/sexy black dress on top of the table.
Next to the table, there was a little note messily written but still readable to your eyes even though you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to read every word correctly, 'I'm not good at saying sorry but I hope you like the suit/dress. That blonde idiot (Nash) helped me by booking a VIP room for the two of us only in the club. Also, the apartment I already clean it.'
Even though he didn't say sorry directly to your face, you could not help but smile a little bit. Jason tries to make up for his yesterday's action and you knew the last words in the note shows that he felt guilty for screaming at you when in fact he's not someone who isn't tidy but he cleans the living room and the kitchen without your help.
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Nash Gold Jr. - Jabberwocky
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Nash might not be as loud as Jason Silver when he is angry. Nonetheless, he would still be one of the most toxic characters because his words can be very sharp.
Just like Jason Silver, if you made a lunch for him and you accidentally made it a little bit salty or haven't cleaned the house even though you were tired. He will comment on how much of a slob you are.
He would also comment on how your look even though you don't have much time to take care of yourself and spend your time doing your job so that you look messy.
There is also a chance that Nash is going to compare you with his flings and one-night stands with you, trying to body-shame you and making fun of your look.
He might not be as violent as Haizaki or Jason but he was much more cold-hearted so it takes more time for him to realize he was being toxic and apologize.
Unlike Jason Silver in a term of apologizing, he does feel guilty and bad when he realizes he hurt you really badly and he can make himself more gentle and doesn't have difficulty with it like Jason Silver did.
Nash would apologize directly in front of your face and tries to wrap his arm around you, pulling you to his embrace as his hold gets tighter.
If you are still hurt, he will try to make it up to you the next day by bringing you around the town and spoiling you rotten. He would buy the kinds of stuff that you want since he is rich.
Nash would be also twice more affectionate than Jason Silver as he keeps holding your hand or his hand would be always on your back casually.
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It was like your usual day in your working place where you had to finish all of the important files and send them to your manager as quick as you can. However, it was very unusual for you because the office room isn't usually this loud where most of the days it was mostly filled with the sound of only a few people chatting and ringing phones.
From your sitting place, you hear your friends gushing about their husbands or wive cooking lunches for them and how much their spouse appreciates their sweet treatment. It's not uncommon to talk in gossip where people talk about romance but it made you think about Nash's reaction if you try to cook for him.
You're not a chef like Gordon Ramsey but you're not a horrible cook either like Riko and Momoi since you remember their uncut glazed honey lemons. For this reason, you were a little bit confident to make some healthy and delicious dinner for your boyfriend the golden-haired basketball player to make him happy.
Without anyone noticing you stopped your work for a while, you began writing down the recipe that you need to make for him on a piece of paper and asking some of your friends who can cook on how to make certain foods and their secret recipe to make the food more appetizing before thanking them and ending the chat or the call.
As your eyes land on the clock watches in the corner of the office room, you realize you could go home and quickly make dinner for your husband. Packing up your bags as quick as you can, you began leaving the office room and going back to the apartment on a bus that you share together with Nash.
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Your hands gently scoop the diced tofu along with the seaweed into the pot but you didn't see how much tofu you add into the soup along with the miso powder so it doesn't have a strong flavor before serving it inside of a small bowl after serving the rolled omelet on the plate with the rice on the side.
After it was done, you carefully put the plate and the bowl on the table with Nash looking at the dishes. From the corner of your eyes, you notice he scrunches his nose a little bit but tried not to show it as his eyes land on the miso soup that you made for him. You tried to ignore it but you couldn't help but feel a little bit insulted.
"What's this.." Nash raises his eyebrows at you.
'It's..miso soup with omelet and rice." you told him nervously.
On the table, there was not only omelet, rice, and miso soup but there were also pickled vegetables and grilled salmon on the corner. He was foreign to the soup and the rolled omelet but he didn't want to complain about it so he took a spoon of the soup. Instead of enjoying it, the make spits it back out before he looks at you with such a glare.
"It doesn't taste good, are you even can cook?" He crosses both of his arms.
"I tried...." You mutter.
".. It's better you're not cooking anymore. It's horrible," he looks away, not realizing his words cut your heart like a knife embedded into your heart and shreds it.
"Fine, make your own food and never ask me to make food for you," You were done with his horrible treatment before spilling the soup away right in front of his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as his eyes watches you storming away from the kitchen with such cold eyes.
As you got inside the room, tears slowly slid down from your eyes before you curl yourself up on the bed and wiped the tears away. Those words from his lips instantly made your day change from nice into a bad day as your mind began flooding with thousands of opinions, 'Should I leave him?' and ' I tried to make him happy but is this how he repays me?'
But that thought was interrupted by the door opening to show your basketball player boyfriend, both of his eyes were different than before where it was holding much more tenderness. Nash carefully sat next to you as his arms slowly wrapped around you "Baby....I'm very sorry for what I did. My words really uncalled for, I just had a bad day because my team was beaten and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you." he whispered to your ear.
"Please...forgive me, baby. I promise I will never do this again" He whispered once again.
"....Fine. If you don't like it, just....tell me what I did wrong instead of insulting me like that again," the tears stop flowing out slowly before your eyes meet with his eyes.
"I promise" the skin of his lips gently touched the skin of your forehead and gently kissing the tear marks on your cheeks.
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Haizaki Shougo - Fukuda Sōgō
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Bless whoever his s/o is because he is almost the same level as Jason Silver but with the difference that only SIlver didn't raise his hands to hit the girl in the manga, Haizaki is another level.
He may be a laxer when it comes to not appreciating because I feel like he would only grumble and didn't eat the food if he thinks your food isn't good enough.
Or he wouldn't really comment that his place isn't clean enough when you cleaned your guys' house because I believe he doesn't mind if his place is dirty.
He just doesn't appreciate you enough to dress more sexily and putting more makeup to make yourself look hotter and he starts comparing you with his exes.
Also, he doesn't appreciate it if you keep don't want to have sex with him despite him already having you as his s/o. Without your knowledge, he would have six with another person who he thinks is hotter than you.
If you try to fight him back, he doesn't mind wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he did to Alex. He doesn't mind giving another bruise on you.
Despite Haizaki feels guilty after he knows what he did was very harmful to you. He's not like Nash and Silver who would look at you in the eyes when they say sorry.
In fact, he has trouble saying sorry so he would just leave you alone to have your own space and think about all of his actions. He wants to apologize but his ego is HUGE.
However, on the next day, you would find a bunch of other gifts that you like such as food, jewels, books, or other goodies that you really want for an apology and a messy note that he is sorry for what he has done.
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You know Haizaki is quite popular and almost everyone would invite him to their party even though he's a huge asshole, especially to his teammate in basketball and it did not stop those people to like him. You saw all of his friends are those people who would also bring their partner out or those typical 'players'.
You don't have a problem with them since they are either focusing on your boyfriend or their partner because most of them respect your space instead of harassing the two of you. It was your boyfriend with who you have a problem, his eyes would be looking at other girls' busts or asses even if you caught him red-handed.
Even though you wore those types of clothes to impress him and wore dark yet lusty makeup for him only, his eyes would also be landing on other guys or girls before a wolf whistle escapes from him. His actions weren't subtle at all. This makes you insecure a lot even if Haizaki always tells you 'She/he doesn't mean anything. I'm just messing around~" with his stupid grin.
It was not only once but it always happens to you every time he brings you out to the club together as he chases another girl instead of you. Sighing, you glance at your stupid boyfriend with silent anger for a long time until his eyes catch you glaring at him with disdain.
His grin was immediately replaced with a scowl, "What are you looking at? Stop glaring at me."
"I don't like it.."
"You don't like what?" He got more annoyed.
"You keep staring at other guys/girl while I'm here. Am I not enough for you" You hiss.
"What if you are. You look ugly in that dress/suit and it makes me fucking embarrassed for bringing you to this club. You look ugly as hell and those girl/guy looks even better than you. So, why don't you just shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me," he snaps, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at you.
His words were more than hurtful both of your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't expect Haizaki would say that to you right in front of your face as his friends also looks at him with surprise. Sure, they were players but they have much more dignity than him and wouldn't hurt their partner like that.
"I see how it is....Alright, go home by yourself. I'm not gonna drive you home," you stood up before walking away.
A loud 'SHIT!' came out from his mouth as he stood up and tried to catch you but you were already gone in the crowds. He wanted to scream. not only he would go home on his feet instead of using your car but he also realizes that what he has done was totally fucked up. "Bro...you're really messed up. Even though I cheat a lot, I never said that to my girls," one of his buddies said.
"Shut the fuck up! I know! Just leave me alone," He stormed away from the club.
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On the next day, the hallways of the school were dim and it reminded you of how much an asshole of your boyfriend is as your eyes were bloodshot from crying too much along with eye bags underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Your lips were chapped and your skin was pale from yesterday, it was an understatement that you look miserable.
Sauntering in the hallways, you catch a glimpse of a male looking around from the class before he quickly walks away as fast as he can. From the hair color, you knew it was your boyfriend but it was strange why he looks so scared and ran away, trying not to let anyone see him.
His actions made you curious before you trudges up to your classroom and walked up to your table. Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on top of the table where you usually sit, there were many objects on top of the table. There was a bunch of chocolates and an adorable teddy bear plushie he got from the arcade.
There was also a small note on the table beside the gift as you carefully pick it up and unfold the small letter in your hand. Even though it was a bunch of scribbled words, you were still able to read what was inside the small letter that he gave to you.
"I'm not good at apologizing but I'm fucking sorry what the word I said yesterday. You are fucking beautiful unlike other people, you are smart, funny, and fun to hang out with, and you are so goddamn gorgeous unlike the bitches that I dated, especially that bitch that used to be Kise's ex. I promise I would never say that to you again- from You're amazing boyfriend," You couldn't help but smile at the words in the letters and the promise he made as your eyes landed on the gift he bought for you.
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ao3feedakafuri · 2 years
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KARMA ft. Jakartans Shady Story
by LimitedBoy
"Gue pernah hancur gara-gara omongan satu orang. Satu orang, Cuy! Gila gak sih? Gara-gara omongan itu, satu kalimat itu gue hancur! Sampe hari ini pun, gue masih gak paham kenapa kata-kata bisa setajam itu. Hari itu gue nangis, bener-bener nangis kayak gue belum pernah nangis sebelumnya. Kayaknya ada tuh air mata gue segalon kalo ditampung! I shade more tears on that day, than I shed any tears in my life!"
 Setegar-tegarnya Kouki, ada masa dimana hatinya hancur macam kacang yang digerus buat bumbu gado-gado.
"Kalo kacangnya digorengnya bener mah digeruspun bumbunya jadi enak!"
"Lah iya, sayangnya kacang gue gosong! Mau digimanain juga rasanya bakal pait!"
Alias, udah gak ada harapan lagi buat nyembuhin hati Kouki yang kepalang gosong.
Words: 792, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Bahasa Indonesia
Series: Part 2 of Indonesia!AU Love Stories
Fandoms: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Furihata Kouki, Nash Gold Jr., Akashi Seijuurou
Relationships: Akashi Seijuurou/Furihata Kouki, Nash Gold Jr./Furihata Kouki
Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Angst, Alternate Universe, Drama, Eventual Romance, Cheating, Heartbreaking, Trauma, Depression, Arranged Marriage
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babydaddyleorio · 2 years
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hello, i hope you’re doing great, can you please do prompt 2 for nash??? thank youuu 💛
i am doing great, thanks for asking! here you go </3
prompt: nash gold jr. - giving all their attention to you ❦
warnings: a ting of suggestiveness
⤷ 1k event masterlist!
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Nash was a busy man, that much you knew.
His schedule was always packed with a multitude of press conferences and back to back games that never failed to send a wave of exhaustion all throughout his body. And as much as you supported him, Nash was still constantly occupied with his career that it made it nearly impossible to spend the time you truly craved with him. 
Of course, you weren't the only one that was affected by this. Nash too thought about being with you every second he was away, so much so that he bargained with his coach just so he’d have one day to focus on you and only you. 
You had woken up to an empty side of the bed which caused you to sigh in disappointment as you raised from your pillows. A nice, steamy shower would serve to relax you, at least you hoped it would, so you went and got just that. Once your mood had slightly lifted and your towel was wrapped securely, you walked back to your bedroom, only to come face to face with a figure leaning back onto your bed. 
It was a surprise that made your eyes widen considerably and also made you squeal loudly as you jumped on to Nash, hugging him to your body tightly.
“Missed you too.” Nash chuckled against your ear as he gripped your waist gently.
After you had gotten dressed and listened to his short explanation, you and Nash decided to make some breakfast together. You were sitting along the edge of one of your marble counters with Nash standing tall between your legs. His pajama bottoms hung dangerously low on his hips and he was absent of a shirt, showcasing the muscles protruding across his bare back and the tattoos that swirled across his skin — your name being written in cursive ink against his chest.
“I could do this every morning.” Nash grumbled lowly against your swollen lips, smirking to himself at how carried away he had gotten.
“We were supposed to be making breakfast.” You chided softly before slightly tilting your head backwards to catch his ravenous eyes.
“Yeah? Well, I think I might be hungry for something else now.” He concluded before burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hands latching onto your inner thighs and slyly spreading them apart. You giggled loudly at Nash’s eagerness before grabbing his cheeks and pulling his face so it was just mere inches from yours.
“Maybe later.”
Nash groaned in impatience as you easily slid out of his embrace and wandered to your refrigerator, searching for the ingredients to make your meal. Nash’s face fell into a pout as he lingered behind you, and he scarcely helped and more so annoyed you as you tried your best to cook. He held your hips while peppering kisses along your jawline as you scrambled the eggs, and he leaned against the counter while dipping a finger into the pancake batter, playfully licking it clean and wiggling his eyebrows once he met your gaze.
And once you were finally finished, Nash carried both of your plates in his hands as the two of you made your way to the patio. You rarely ate on your terrace, but you were in the mood to try something new today.
Nash had plopped himself down at the table with its umbrella lifted and smoothly placed you on his lap —which caused him to cheese largely and childishly once he realized you were only wearing his oversized T-shirt. The small waterfall before you splashed calmly as the two of you ate your food, and you took this as an opportunity to chat about all the things you rarely got the chance to say.
“You make the best pancakes, you know that?” Nash mumbled while chewing in contentment, and you snickered at his obvious attempt of buttering you up.
“Now I do.”
Nash smiled at you with one of his cheeks poked out before gulping down the rest of his food and licking his lips.
“Open your mouth for me.” 
You leaned closer towards Nash before slowly parting your lips as he slid his fork inside your mouth, and you hummed in appreciation at the fluffy piece of bread that filled your tastebuds.
“See, what I tell you?” Nash teased as he took his fork back and you rolled your eyes, although you’d be lying if you said his compliment didn’t secretly boost your ego.
“Damn, looks like you got something right there.” Nash furrowed his eyebrows as he pointed to the corner of your mouth. He moved to grasp your chin and lifted his thumb to wipe it away, but his eyes flashed mischievously as he pulled you into a kiss instead. You immediately relaxed against his chest and mentally sighed at how soft his lips felt on top of yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you thrusted your fingers into his hair and clutched it tighter than what you probably should’ve. 
You missed this and you missed him. If only you had this much time with each other everyday.
Nash was the first to pull back, and once he did, he made sure to dramatically flicker his gaze towards the sky in deep thought.
“I think it’s later, sweetheart.”
You shook your head in realization to what he was insinuating before slowly raising from his lap. Nash watched with curious eyes as you walked away, but when you turned your head while grinning smugly and motioning your finger for him to follow you, Nash smirked at what was to come next.
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kumikoshortcake · 7 years
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First of all i want to say hello and send you a virtual hug💕Second i love your blog and your writing, it's amazing😌 and third.... what if Nash Gold have a little young sister, and once she met his teammates(with nash of course). How they react when find out that Nash have so tiny and cute sister like she🌺
Awww, you’re so sweet anon! *hugs backs* I’m glad you like my writing and hello! I haven’t been able to see the Kuroko no Basuke Last Game movie yet since it hasn’t been released in my country, so I apologize if I didn’t get the personality right. My only experience is reading about this character from other sources. I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to combine this with another request because they are similar. Since the scenario for this request will be a little inaccurate and isn’t very well written, if I might add, feel free to request once more!
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You’re walking to the street basketball court, your small hand enveloped in Nash’s rougher and larger one. “How are they? Are they nice,” you question in your innocent and child-like voice. Your older brother Nash decided earlier today that he was going to introduce you to his teammates since you’ve been complaining about how you’ve never seen him and his team play basketball. “I don’t know if nice is the right word. Their antics are definitely interesting,” he contemplates. “Don’t worry. They won’t try anything with you, alright,” he assures. “Knowing that you’re my little sister, they wouldn’t even dare to.” Nodding affirmatively, you continue skipping happily, excited to meet your big brother’s friends.
“We’re here,” Nash states. Looking around, you see a  couple of really tall and muscular people. “Those are my teammates. Together we’re Team Jabberwock,” Nash exclaims. You look up at all of them in excitement. “So tall…,” you whisper to yourself. “Eh, Nash you have a little sister,” one questions in surprise. Another speaks, “She’s pretty cute. What’s her name?” Letting go of your brother’s hand, you walk forward and answer confidently. “I’m Name!” Smiling, you wave at them and question, “Are you guys going to play a basketball game? I really want to see you all play!”
Lightly chuckling at your enthusiasm, they decide to play a game to satiate your curiousity. Besides, who could say no to those bright eyes and warm smile? You watch in amazement at all of their abilities, especially your big brother’s. Throughout the game, you holler and cheer for your brother. Nash merely shakes his head and shows off a bit more. After all, he is your older brother. It’s a must that he looks cool and amazing in front of you. After the game ends, you run up to your brother to give him a big hug.
“Hmmm… I didn’t know you had a sister complex, Nash? Who would’ve thought,” one player teases. Returning your embrace, he rolls his eyes and responds, “Oh, shut up.” If you look closely however, you could see a slight blush on Nash’s cheeks as he thanks the heavens for having you as his cherished little sister.
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itscinnafox · 3 years
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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akashi Seijuurou/Furihata Kouki, Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya, Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta, Other side pairings - Relationship Characters: Akashi Seijuurou, Kuroko Tetsuya, Furihata Kouki, Kagami Taiga, Kasamatsu Yukio, Kise Ryouta, Himuro Tatsuya, Murasakibara Atsushi, Mibuchi Reo, Nijimura Shuuzou, Kiyoshi Teppei, Ogiwara Shigehiro, Sakurai Ryou, Hanamiya Makoto, Nash Gold Jr., Haizaki Shougo, Midorima Shintarou, Takao Kazunari, Hayakawa Mitsuhiro, Other(s) Additional Tags: Mystery, Murder Mystery, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Trigger Warnings, Blood and Violence, Mild Sexual Content, story heavy, Alternate Universe, Age Up, Child Mafias Summary: When twin brothers Tetsuya and Seijuurou were left to fend for themselves in the streets, the twins struggled with the unfortunate fate that tore them apart. With Tetsuya being adopted into a new family, he remained determine to find his missing brother, only to uncover mysteries that unravels a connecting past.
CHAPTER WARNING :  
Torture content! Water cure torture is quite heavily described.
Self abuse/harm content! 
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Few days ago : <3 HAVE SOME AKAFURI FLUFF AND SUNSHINE. 
Today : Have some torture and slow death.
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Hello. Not sure if it's open but could you write some fluff scenarios or headcanon with nash and his s/o. It's my first time requesting so not sure if I did it right..
Nash knows two things for certain, during these kind of days.
He knows that you’re embarrassed. Maybe it’s because he never talks about his own emotions (which is fair, because that’s not what men do), or maybe it’s because you think he equates feeling down with being weak (which he does - but not when it comes to you). Regardless, you’re always a little quieter around him when you’re down. You seem to curl into yourself. When you speak, there’s always a caution in it - a “if it’s no bother, of course” - like you’re considering yourself beneath him.
Does that make him a bad boyfriend then? That you’re hesitant about taking comfort from him?
The thing is, even though you never outright tell him that you’ve had a bad day, he always can tell. It exists in your eyes, even if your mouth lies, and in that hint of a hunch, and in the way you’ll shift ever so slightly from his touch, when he lets his arm rest across your shoulders. Occasionally, you even shiver.
But you’re like a mustang - he just has to keep applying that careful pressure, and slowly you grow comfortable with it, yield to it. You move closer, and he tilts his torso towards you, to where you can lean into it, like he’s your method of choice to escape the world. If he feels a wetness falling onto his shirt, he doesn’t comment. If your shoulders start to shake, he lets you hold onto him as tightly as you want, even when your nails start digging into his skin. The most he’ll ever do is bring his other arm around you.
It’s how he tries to say, “no one will hurt you whilst I’m here.”
The thing is, Nash used to be shit at reassuring you. He had convinced himself that he was a pro in romantic affairs, but, as it turns out, when you’re in a relationship with someone you care about, you get too emotive too quickly. When you’d meet with him with eyes red from crying, he would become restless, irritable. His fists burnt with the urge to slaughter whoever it was that had upset you. Whether it had been a coworker, a teacher, a parent: he was pent up with the craving of wanting to keep hitting them till they were long unconscious.
There were times that you, still hiccuping from earlier crying, physically had had to hold him back from lunging at someone he suspected of having done you wrong. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t make you feel much better.
But Nash’s learning overtime. At least, he’s trying to learn, in as covert a manner as he can muster. There’s no more of the interrogation, when speaking is clearly only distressing you further. There’s no more of the shoving you away, your melancholy fuelling an anger in him that had, at times, even startled him himself. There’s no more of the “why do you care so much? Just get over it,” - words he had hoped would encourage you to forget the problem, which only managed to do the opposite.
No, these days he takes an easier approach. He never speaks, unless you start to murmur about what had happened, in which case he lets you guide the conversation. He stays as still as a statue when you grasp onto him, as if he’s the only one giving you strength - he’ll wrap his arms around you, yes, but he’s attentive to your tensing beneath him, vigilant as to whether he’s moved too quickly. Sometimes, he’ll order a pizza for the two of you to share. Sometimes, he’ll just let you cry it out in a silent room.  Sometimes, he murmurs into your neck that you’ve got a hitman available here, whose wages are mad cheap, in case you ever want to use him. The way he can feel your chuckle reverberate in his chest makes him bite on the sides of his mouth to stop his grin getting as big as a kid’s.
Sometimes, he’ll kiss your forehead.
When his relationship with you was at its worst, when he knew he had to learn behaviours to help rather than hinder you, he flicked through a couple shitty romance magazines.
One of them had said a forehead kiss means “I’m here for you.”
So now he makes sure to do it whenever the two of you part in the evenings.
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