7. Your muse’s oversized shirt
Kazuha sighed as she rolled up the sleeves of the too-large shirt.
"D’ y’ really think so?"
Send kissed! and my character will react to receiving this type of kiss from yours…
(some NSFW apply!)
Muse A works at a coffee shop and Muse B always leaves a nice big tip.
He was running late today, he blamed it on the fact his alarm never went off this morning. Which was probably because he’d been so exhausted when he’d finally gotten home last night he’d forgotten to set it. No matter, it wasn’t like he had a habit of being late anyway.
Though he might have stood a chance of making it to his first class had he not made a stop off at his usual coffee shop. He wasn’t good without at least one cup and they had the best coffee he’d ever had. And considering it made up most of his diet that was saying something.
"Morning, Toyama-san. The usual, if you please."
Kazuha looked up from the register. The morning rush of office workers and students had begun to slow; Shinichi could walk right up to her place at the counter without waiting- probably a good thing. He was a lot later than he usually was.
She quickly typed his order in, chatting with her customer as she waited for a coworker to make it.
"Up late studyin’?"
For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant.
I love y’. Even when y’re an ass.
I was th’ one who broke that vase y’ inherited from yer great-aunt.
Come back, aho! Y’ve got a lovely, patient girl waitin’ fer y’, yet y’re off on some vague, difficult ‘case’.
He raised an eyebrow. “Am I gonna hafta be payin’ for it?”
“‘Course not, aho!”
∯ || You told me once that I was the only person on that team you might consider a friend… I can say now that I should have taken you at your word long ago.
∯ || I wish we had more occasion to speak. I can’t say I’ve ever disliked your company.
∯ || Leave the van Gogh works be; you’re going to give him an ulcer.
Below the cut are 230 au/scenarios! Hope you enjoy!
((Limitation: I’ll only do the ones I feel comfortable with, because I don’t force myself to play something I can’t see having fun with.))
Kazuha frowned, studying the slight swell of her abdomen. It was only a small baby bump, but it was enough where the pants she had wanted to wear didn’t fit comfortably.
She went to her closet to look for something else. She had enough looser-fitting stuff to get her through the next few weeks, but she would have to get maternity clothes at some point. And by that point, she would have to drop out of school. She had planned to graduate, but that wasn’t going to happen now. She knew that she would be gossiped about if she stayed, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand it.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
"Don’ touch me!" She ducks away from the anon, but it’s too late. That one little tap was enough to send sparks of pleasure down between her legs. She bites her lip to keep herself from moaning.
"I-if anyone ne-needs me…" She ran off on shaky legs to go find somewhere she wouldn’t be disturbed.
Imagine the (male) person taking care of the (female) pregnant person of your otp, hugging her big belly and kissing it.
((So the M!A’s technically been over for like 3 hours, but if anyone wants to play more, I’ll accept stuff ‘til tomorrow.))