#tomakehimproud

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Affectionate;

Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared (bubble) baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

(of course all of this is private because ~secret affair~ but )

Sex;

Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex | Anywhere they freaking can

Dates;

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No | MaybeDie for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

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4.Your muse is about to confess their love/lust for mine, and my muse is cluelessly trying to figure out why they look so nervous.

She cocks her head to the side, watching Jo talk in circles. It wasn’t like him to be so stuttery. He was usually cool as a cucumber ( a fact that made Alex seethe in irritation most days). Crossing her arms, she shoots him a puzzled smile,

“You having a stroke there, Joey? You’re looking like yer about to pass out.”

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Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[ sent - jo ‘cuter than me’ grady ] ....congrats on ur dick sir[ sent - jo ‘cuter than me’ grady ] but whoa there friend you might wanna slow down

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   “----I’m still not sure I understand just yet.    Perhaps you can SHED SOME LIGHT on the situation.”

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"------Why am I not surprised that you would start back up on this stuff as soon as we run into each other again?"

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                                         @tomakehimproud ;

“I-- “ Words are lodged in his throat and he feels like someone is chocking him. He didn’t mean it. Gods, he didn’t mean it! Bucky doesn’t remember what happened exactly. In one moment he’s enjoying ( or as close to enjoying as someone like him could get ) a nice breather at the park -- while it was empty and scarce of people. The next he had the other pinned against a tree.

Stepping back, the soldier stares at his hands -- which shook and trembled despite him willing it not to. A widened gaze lifts to the man, mouth still left agape:

                           “I’m sorry.”