Mod // Bet. These Are Getting Juicy

Mod // Bet. These are getting juicy🥹😂😤

TENSION—RP Starters

[ACTIONS]

(Step Up) - Sender takes a step toward receiver during a heated discussion

(Stare Down) Sender is staring daggers into receiver from across the room

(Glare) Sender is glaring at receiver without breaking eye contact

(Invade) Sender is up in receivers space, just a breath away while they talk

(Loom) Sender is looming over receiver either standing or sitting

(Block) Sender is blocking the doorway with their body

(Grip) Sender is gripping receivers wrist to keep them from leaving

(Slam) Sender slams hand against the wall right next to receivers head.

(Sit) Sender forces receiver to sit back down when they try to stand.

[DIALOGUE]

“Say that one more time.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Tell me this isn’t what you want.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’ll step away when you do as I say.”

“I tire of hearing your voice.”

“We’re alone, so go on. Admit it.”

“You are weak. Say it.”

“I despise you and you consume me.”

“You hate me and we both know it.”

“I could kill you now and no one would know.”

“I will hide you away where no hero will find you.”

“I will not be ignored.”

“We are done when I say we’re done.”

“Sit. Down.”

Mod // AAAAAHHHHHCCKKKK 😍😩

Kisses Prompts that sends the readers reeling:

(5th, and 7th onee!! omfg 12th one PLSPLS somebody write and tag mee!)

hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts

their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

heated kisses - their hands on your bare skin, yours in their soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after.

"love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me fluster." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."

kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between > < feeling their hot, sloppy wet kisses all over ur body, everywhere and beneath your stomach, and above it. :')

"i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." (on my damn knees ffr)

moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! a string of saliva connecting each other's lips!!

hugs after kisses, that lasts several heartbeats long, as they nuzzle their face in your crook. kissing there as well, shyly smiling into it. (fyi im single since birth and haven't experienced ANY OF THESE BEFORE.)

"kiss me again, but- mphh"

cupping your lover's cheek. staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.

"lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

@sasori-rp We’re so cute~!

We love you, Shi Shi! I don’t ever want you to let me or Ita go~ 😔💜

happy birthday itachi <3

You talked about how attractive Itachi is without me?! I always like being involved in a conversation when he’s a topic ^^

But I also just like talking to you, Sasuke. Itami always wants to talk to you!😣

or, "Sasuke Embarrasses Himself With His Over The Top Love For His Brother But Realizes He Doesn't Care"

so im talking about whether or not i should make a post addressing how attractive my brother is with itami (@izumi-uchiha-rp , the mod, i would never talk about something like that with izumi she'd get mad or annoying)

i ask her "do you think it would be over the top of me to call him a hottie? does that cross a line?"

she says no and im like.....okay well i guess i'll just save the post for "night time"

theres an awkward pause in the conversation and she asks "....so do you normally think of him when you do that...or....?"

and i have no idea what the fuck "that" is supposed to refer to so i just give her a blank stare

and she goes "you know...at night when you...are alone in your bed and are feeling hot and bothered...."

i just blinked

because i meant i was gonna schedule the post for later at night...because ive been scheduling posts...and less people are likely to see it at night.... but i guess yeah i mean i guess that sounds like i crank it to my brother

“So close, Ita. You nearly had it!”

Her encouraging words just wouldn’t be able to cut it this time… She knew that much. This was Sasuke’s shirt we were talking about here, an article of clothing belonging to the most important person in the world to Itachi. Folding this shirt, as tedious as it was for someone with a singular functioning arm, was essential for Itachi to perfect.

“Hey now… How about we try this instead?”

Izumi carefully positions herself almost completely behind Itachi, her own arm taking the place of the Uchiha male’s injured one. If he couldn’t fold his sibling’s shirt with one hand, she was determined to assist him with completing the task one way or another.

“It may seem a little silly, but it’s like you’ve got both arms now, right? Let’s fold Sasuke’s shirt together!”

Standing on her tippy toes to peek over Itachi’s shoulder, the two get to work on Sasuke’s shirt. After a minute or so, the shirt is neatly folded and placed on a pile of perfectly folded laundry.

“See? We did it! You and me, Ita, we make a great team, don’t we?”

She giggles sweetly as she finishes up with the rest of the laundry. Of course, in the midst of Fugaku and Mikoto’s unfortunate passing, Itachi being seriously injured and young Sasuke needing assistance with his Academy work, Izumi had completely forgotten about her own clothes. How long had she been wearing the same purple top and pale, navy blue pants for?

“Oh-- Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes! It’ll just be for tonight, of course. Tomorrow, once Sasuke’s back at the Academy, I’ll be sure to pick up some of my own clothes from home.”

Opening Itachi’s drawers, she pulls out a black shirt with a high collar and matching pants and lays them delicately on top of Itachi’s bed. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, raising it slightly.

“I-Itachi… Would it be okay if I dressed myself in here?”

So stubborn, and so incredibly smart. Those were merely two characteristics that she adored about Itachi. Being stubborn meant that he would not back down if someone or something challenged him or his beliefs. A more than desirable trait. Although, a mind like that could also get Itachi into trouble. That is where Izumi comes into play, to keep him grounded, so to speak.

Her heart throbs at the mention of her deceased Father, the memory of his death flashing in her mind. As traumatising as her Father’s death was to her, she shakes the thought from her mind and focuses on the Uchiha Prodigy who lost not only one, but both parents. This was not about her. This was about him, the one person she loved and admired dearly.

“I suppose we could do that… But first, I would like you to at least have a sip of my special green tea.”

Glancing at their connected hands, a faint crimson paints her cheeks and the pad of her thumb tenderly caresses Itachi’s knuckles. Oh, how she wished they could hold hands like this more often, just as they once did as children.

“O-okay-- I believe that the laundry should be completely dry by now. You stay here and I’ll bring it inside.”

With that said, the female Uchiha exits Itachi’s bedroom, retrieves a laundry basket and fills it to the brim with all of the fresh, sun-dried clothes that were hung out earlier that morning. Humming to herself, she strolls back into the household and ends up right back in Itachi’s bedroom.

“I fold, you put away. How does that sound, Ita?”

A genuine smile that meets her eyes appears on her features as she sorts through the clothes, joyous that she could help her crush feel useful. As much as she would rather him just rest, something as simple as putting away laundry shouldn’t do him much harm.