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[streetballpro-blog]

"Are you even wearing pants?" Tanned finger tips pushed back blonde tresses as a smirk rose upon her lips. (She wasn't complaining, she always had a thing for the red head)

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

---Her smirk was returned in kind by the male, olive-green hues glancing bck at the other as Chikara’s exposed, muscular upper body was naked in front of her. She had no idea what privacy was it seemed, but Chikara didn’t really care, he liked showing off his frame to people willing to admire it, and Reiki seemed no different. “I guess you’re a bit too late here to actually find out.” He said, tone dripping with amusement as Chikara slipped his t-shirt on over himself. 

[streetballpro-blog]

"is that your hand on my leg"

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

---Chikara wasn’t entirely sure when it happened, or even if did happen the first few seconds after Kise mentioned it, and he sure as hell was rather shocked by it, his hand almost instinctively being flung from touching the other’s leg as soon as the realisation came. Well, that was awkward. Playing it cool was what he had to do, and that was something the redheaded teen was especially good at. “The hell are you doing putting your leg right next to me like that?”

[streetballpro-blog]

@despairforme Continued from here

---The Baseball season was pretty much over for the next few months, so training and other such things weren’t as rigorous or thorough at school as during the Nationals and Preliminaries. Chikara, being the type to prefer spending time doing activities that provoked his body to do more than it was capable of, and also break any limits that his body had, was often found in the basketball courts or baseball courts a lot during the days of the week. When he wasn’t working he was usually in the courts practising and playing the two sports.

Having an empty court wasn’t a rare sight for the teenage redhead, Chikara having been there enough to get used to practically all outcomes when he entered the area, so he simply resorted to his own single training, a routine that he’d made for himself a while ago to increase his skill in streetball.

Dribbling the ball, nimble fingers handling the ball with precision such that it seemed almost like a dance, Chikara swiftly weaved around the court, his legs and hands moving in accordance with one another to let the redhead get the best combinations of tricks together in one movement. An abrupt halty came when he reached the outer rim of the court, his body straightening as young features stared at the target in front of him; the hoop. Bending his legs slightly, his body following them as it descended, Chikara’s olive-green hues kept their gaze fixated on the hoop, hands bouncing the ball once before arms extended above his head, legs sprung to allow for a light jump, and the ball was released from the confines of his palms. 

Score.

A smirk overcame his smooth skinned features at the sight of the ball entering the hoop and scoring him a basket. He still had it in him to be the best on the court. 

The sounds of the cars and horns blaring a little fiurther away caused his concentration to waver towards them in a minuscule way, and as soon as his head had turned their way he saw a spectator watching him.

So he seemed to have a fan, how interesting.

Picking up the ball and positioning it under his armpit, Chikara stared at the other for a few moments, the time elapsed quite clearly enough to indicate to him that he’d been spotted by the teenager. He couldn’t exactly tell properly, but the figure had definitely seemed pretty familiar to the young male. 

A small wave of his arm and hand was offered as Chikara singalled for the other to come forward. Maybe he wanted to play. Chikara sure could have used the partner to have a little game with, it was always fun to beat people in the sport after all.

[musingmemes]

cuddly / platonic-ish memes

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

“why can’t you ever just lay still?”

[streetballpro-blog]

                                                Rules || About

[misty-reeyus]

im tired of all these askmemes being for otps tbh

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

[bornwithfireisnolongeractiv-blog]

“More like I am getting more ass then your crusty as dick.” She smirked and leaned forward some quirking her eyebrow. “Does it get boring only having your right hand to pleasure you all night. Where as I am in so much pleasure, moaning out.” 

[streetballpro-blog]

---Funny. Very funny. “I wouldn’t know.” The redhead replied, a hand rising to his nose to scratch the outside slightly with his index finger. “Though you seem pretty into getting into bed with me, huh?” He added, smirking as he did so. “I’m getting some mixed signals from you, y’know?” 

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streetballpro:  

—Smiling in a rather mischievous manner, Chikara’s olive green hues rested on the man before him. “Mind expanding on what the other benefits would be?” He asked in a rather mocking manner, a feeling of interest and excitement apparent on his face.

Akashi smiles back, but his being far more condescending. “Well, what would you like?” Was Chikara… mocking him? Akashi didn’t like that in the slightest. But he would put up with it for this man’s talents. At least until he joined the family, which Akashi was confident he would do.

[streetballpro-blog]

---Taking a moment of silence to think about what he could possibly ask for, Chikara’s smirk only accentuated his expression when the other leaned closer slightly, hands in pockets as he did so. “You tell me, you’re the guy offering everything.” he said with an arrogant tone in his voice. Sure, Akashi may have been a very powerful man with lots of connections, but Chikara knew that he had to be demanding and very clever himself if he wished to get the best out of this deal of theirs. “I just wanna know what benefits I’d get out of it, I do have other families that want me.”

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Kise gives a light chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now… Is it okay if I crash here for a little bit?” He should have known Chikara could see through that obvious lie.

[streetballpro-blog]

---He didn’t really know how his parents would take having a friend over for the night, especially when he came over at a time like this, but Chikara knew that it would make the other somewhat more comfortable. He seemed the type to take things to heart most times, so the redhead just sighed as he stood still just inches away from his bedroom’s door. “Yeah, make yourself comfortable.” He said, leaning against the wall as the blond male replied to him also. “If you don’t talk about it you won’t feel any better later on, idiot. I’ll go tell my folks you’re staying over so it’s up to you whether you tell me or not, but it’ll be easier for you later if you do.”

[streetballpro-blog]

collectivediversity replied to your post: —“Anyone ever tell you that staring is...

“Oho? You think I pay attention to convention?”

---“I’d rather not answer that one, but it’s still weird to have a guy stare at you like you are. Mind looking somewhere else?”

[bornwithfireisnolongeractiv-blog]

“Says the male that run’s his mouth. 

     Does it get tiring kissing peoples asses all the time?

         I am dying to know.”

[streetballpro-blog]

---“I wouldn’t know, you seem to be after every guy’s ass in school, why don’t you tell me?” The redhead queried with a smirk adorning his features. “Besides, staring and running your mouth are two different things.”

[streetballpro-blog]

---“Anyone ever tell you that staring is considered rude?”

[streetballpro-blog]

C O N C U P I S C E N T

---Olive green oculars atop grey, hands shadowing along the potent form of the bespectacled male underneath him, lips brushing against the reddened flesh of his nape, a hitched breath floating out from the recesses of his maw, before they pressed softly against the pliant, pale skin of his lover, a soft kiss being given to his neck, hands interlocking fingers between each other as Chikara held the hand of the man who’d been provoking such a passionate reaction from the redhead with goading words moments prior. 

His back pinioned to the wall, leg not belonging to him pressing his form firmly against its cold, level surface. A simper glazing his expression, oculars baring at the face of the other, lips having being lifted from the man’s nape. 

“You don’t look so good, this face is unlike you.”

A teasing, coquettish tone to his voice causes an almost swell in the throat of the taller male, yet the words are not untrue. A smile offered back to the other is all his response. Hand ghosting to the other’s cheek, nimble, soft digits caressing the muted skin of the redhead, eyes blazoned and golden in the dimmed light above them, Imayoshi’s stroking is met in positive response as the redhead’s pate leaned it into the touch. 

“Same for you... Who’d have thought you could be gentle, ne~?” 

A smirk of equal relish is the response before Imayoshi slowly leaned forward, neck causing his head to tilt to the side ever so slightly before his lips claimed Chikara’s in an embrace. His hand snaked to the man’s neck, fingers tangling the streaks of crimson pelt, nails scoring the white skin in the golden light, the intensity being increased once a groan was emitted. Enjoyable. Cute, even. It caused pleasure to arise at the thought that this man, this arrogant and confident man was being so... Loving.

“Perhaps we should get a hotel room more often, huh?”

Only allowing their lips to edge away from one another, a minuscule distance between them, Chikara’s response provoked a haughty chuckle to escape him, fingers untangling from their interlocked hands and his own travelling to snake around Chikara’s waist, fingers slowly curling under the other’s top to touch the raw derma of Chikara’s waist. A small tug, gentle yet sharp, caused their frames to press harder against one another. 

“Only if we have fun every time we come to one.” 

The raven teased, hand on the other’s waist no slowly inching down to slot itself underneath Chikara’s trousers, touching his skin below his hips. A hitched breath followed, pleasure being thrown out in the prurient gasp that was flung from the recesses of his maw. Chikara’s right leg pressed against the growing bulge in between the other male’s thighs, his upper thigh rubbing against the fibres of the male’s trousers in a salacious movement that heightened the blush atop his cheeks.

Having his own hand grip Imayoshi’s wrist, fingers curling around the hand that was previously clawing at his neck moments before, a firm grip and a firm expression, mischievous and lascivious painting his face, sharpened oculars casting their gaze on the other’s body, a firm pull was givem, legs jolting backwards, turning and guiding his lover to the bed placed neatly in the middle of their room. 

“Hm, well, we’d better make sure this is a night you never forget then.” 

A smirk accentuating his expression, hands now tugging at the other’s top and bottoms, lips plunging into the other’s tongue slicking over his calloused and soft lips, Chikara’s lust became apparent in his actions, kisses and caresses traversing the male’s body as clothes were hastily stripped off. Hovering over the bespectacled male, red, fiery hair glowing as golden light crashed against it, a soapy smell overcoming Imayoshi’s nose, expensive even. 

Pressing a kiss to Imayoshi’s lips once more before his lips travelled along the now naked upper body of his lover, all parts exposed being coated in the lustrous kisses that were pouring from the redhead, this night would be one never forgotten indeed.

They definitely should reserve hotel rooms more often.

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[streetballpro-blog]

GUESS WHO MADE A NEW BLOG LMFAO

You can see a doctor for that I think? I’d definitely book an appointment!

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[glamandslam]

“Are you sure you aren’t just being prideful now?” He chuckles and tilts his head before giving a more dangerous grin to the other male. “It makes me curious though, do you actually think you’re that good or are you just saying it because you don’t want to back down?” Kise pulled the other closer in his arms. “Why don’t you prove it.”

[streetballpro-blog]

---Oh, this kid was rather clever. Sure enough had this been anyone but Chikara they’d have probably already lost this little showdown to the taller blond, but Chikara wasn’t the average male that you came across in your day to day life. No, he was much more stubborn and capable than the average man his age. “Sorry, but you’re a year too young to actually find out if I’m serious or not, just know that my pitching is miles better than yours.” The redhead quipped with a sarcastic laugh before patting the other’s chest.