….Knowing me I might edit this later on, but I just wanted to post it now. Gotta say, there was this one post talking about how you sometimes get vague story ideas based purely on an aesthetic of some art piece or so.
Taking the few weeks off and minimize my internet usage has honestly helped. I thankfully don’t feel as anxious anymore as I did in the beginning of the month, but I’m still probably gonna be mostly inactive on tumblr for the rest of June.
Also, my image descriptions keep getting ridiculously long, so I’m gonna go and try doing the under the cut thing more, so peeps who just want to enjoy the artwork don’t have to read a novel of blabbering thoughts from me if they don’t want to heh. I just tend to like to sort of explain my thought process on how the piece came to be, and those explanations tend to turn out reeeeally long.
Just like with fics, I struggle to keep anything short apparently.
pride month is upon us again so I figured I’d reblog this at least, as I’m bad with seasonal themed art and might end up not making anything for it lmao OTL
(I mean, I’ll probs draw my ocs in general as about half are LGBT+, but something specifically themed like this is another story.)
⇢ plot: Uh-oh, you’re ovulating and Dabi and Shigaraki find out
⇢ warnings: 18+, drinking, kissing, semi-consensual sex, a bit of force, teasing, mentioning of breeding, cervical mucus. vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum, offers of cuddles but not really
⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!
personal note: this came to me at ‐ uhm - 3am in the morning.
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The sharp pain, more like a dull cramp on the side of your abdomen, had been bugging you all day. It was getting on your nerves and you were really aggravated.
Luckily, most members were gone and you were alone in the lounge. Expecting your boss and his stitchy sidekick to return soon, you were tidying up a bit, wiping off the tables and straightening out the chairs and tables.
As you heard the familiar sound of the door opening, you turned around to be greeted by Shigaraki and Dabi, just as expected.
They sauntered over to the bar, sitting down on the stools. As Kurogiri wasn’t there, you stepped behind the bar and prepared two whiskeys for them.
“Join us, doll,” Dabi patted the empty bar stool between them and with a suggestive grin on his face, motioning you to come over.
