See You On The Moon

Female/29 Sky I write and post my art here Constructive criticism is always welcome

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First attack of the month for Uno2tres45 of their character Jessie Jane on Artfight

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Tiktok silhouette art trend

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One of my current WIPs

The things you do when you haven't practiced perspective in a long while but really like the idea and stubbornly push on 😅😅

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For @androdrawco

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May not be the best thing I've drawn recently but Artfight is around the corner, I need to hurry up and get some more characters made!

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Character by @arathemacaw

She's so pretty i had to draw her! Considered making a "B side" but wasn't sure how they'd feel about that.

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When I'm not writing filth, I'm usually drawing

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I may or may not be trying to write a longer thing based on this idea and a certain someone's constant threat and interest in breeding me... I may also be starting to like the idea with how often it's brought up...

Walk with me for a moment. Let me know what you think.

He brings it up in casual conversation, maybe the odd playful threat thrown out there every now and then, but it's never taken too seriously. It's just a harmless joke...Or at least that's what i originally thought.

"I'll get you pregnant."

"I WILL breed you."

"You'd be cute with a belly and milk dripping from your tits."

"I'll probably put a baby in you if you don't stop me."

It's said in such a casual and matter of fact way that, for a moment, I start believing he's serious about the whole thing. What's strange, is I've found myself thinking about being mounted and bred like a bitch in heat more and more often. Belly swollen from the unhuman amount of times I've been filled to leaking, count puffy and sore from how long he's been going at it, and no part of me is without his marks.

So finding myself face down, cable knit dress bunched above my chest, tights shredded, and him drilling into me as the music from the party downstairs filtered in throught the cracked door that I just know he didn't close all the way on purpose. Needless to say I was in heaven, moaning into the blanket of his friend's bed while any sense not focused on him and what he was making me feel was fucked out of me. I didn't even care when someone started watching through the slit in the door. Or when one person became a small crowd in the doorway, phones out, watching me push back to meet each thrust and begging to be filled over and over again until the mattress was soaked from the both of us.

By the end of the night while I'm glued to his side as we move through the party, I'd know for a fact that the video of me drunk off his dick and pleading with him to give me another load will have made its way through his friend group.

Would you all be interested in the longer version when it's done?

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Anyone up for a Wolf x Lamb story?

Now, I never claimed to be the smartest lamb. Hell, I barely count amongst the most average, and I'm well aware of this fact, but even I know that there's rarely such a thing as an honest wolf. One would think that with this irrefutable fact in mind, I wouldn't have been as quick to befriend the strange wolf as I had when he first appeared. But as previously stated, I'm not a smart ewe. So when this stranger appeared at my side after a brief interaction with a kind word, a smile that would've been disarming if not for the faint red stains that tipped his teeth, and eyes that held not one innocent thought behind them, I should have turned tail and never looked back. Maybe then I wouldn't have found myself in my current situation: face pressed into the forest floor with this wolf bullying his knotted cock deep into my dripping cunt, and those same red-stained teeth biting into my shoulder.

I must give him credit where it's due; he's very punctual and attentive for a wolf. Every morning, like clockwork, I would watch as he strode in from the treeline with a cocky type of confidence that my belly in knots. He'd sit with me and keep me company, bantering back and forth, asking questions here and there, and making the occasional suggestive comment just to see my reaction. And every night, he'd have me seated on his lap, making me whimper and squirm with a clawed hand playing between my thighs as he whispered all the things he wished to do to his favorite stupid little lambkin if only I'd follow him to the forest. In hindsight, that should have been a clue that I'd end up here, with his hands holding my head firmly in place as he fucked my waiting throat to his heart's content.

Admittedly, he does have his sweet moments that made me forget what cunning creatures his kind could be. He'd say the kindest things while playing with my hair, chase off other wolves when they got too close, shower me in compliments and gifts, rewarded me generously with his tongue, and called me his one and only lamb as he bounced me on his cock until my eyes rolled back. I suppose that's why i followed him in the end, the warmth and safety of being by his side, and the thrill of having his teeth at my neck when he's claiming what's his while different pairs of eyes watch with envy from the darkest parts of the treeline.

I may not be the smartest lamb in my flock, but I certainly feel like the luckiest for finding such and honest wolf.

Wanted to give hybrids a shot😁

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You have me pinned against the wall the moment the door opens. Your hand locked firmly around my neck and your kiss bruising my lips. It hasn't been long since your last visit, a couple of days at most, but you're rutting against me like it's been weeks. A hand gropes my chest, hips, thighs, anywhere it can easily reach while you press hot kisses into my skin. You hiss against my shoulder as you press your hips to mine and grind into me, and when I cling to your shirt and start grinding on you in return, your hands move to the back of my thighs to pick me up, making me wrap my legs around your waist. The door slams shut as you take us towards the first flat surface you can find; the kitchen island will suit our needs just fine.

I grip the counter's edge hard enough for my knuckles to turn white; your arms hooked under my knees as you maintain you hold on my waist. You're rougher than usual, driving yourself as deep as my body will permit at a pace I've never experienced from you before. My cries echo throughout the apartment. I'm being loud, too loud for this time of day, and anyone could hear. I clap a hand over my mouth, I don't want the neighbors to hear, but you seem to have other ideas in mind. You let go of my waist and pin my wrists to the countertop before fucking me harder; I bite my lip as you groan in my ear. "Let it out, Baby. I want them to hear how good I make you feel."

A small mewl slips out before I shake my head, biting back the wave a new sounds threatening to escape. "So be it." Soon after, I feel you pull out before lifting me off the counter. the warm, solid feeling of stone at my back was quickly replaced by the frigid, clear glass of the sliding door to the balcony. I give you a pleading look, knowing that people wouldn't have a hard time seeing us if they looked up; you adjust your hold on me and slide back in with ease. You meet my gaze and begin to move again, harder than before but not as fast. Whimpering mewls and gasps make it past my lips, much to your irritation. These small sounds aren't what you want and you know I know that.

It's a slight shift in posture and position, but it's enough for my head to hit the glass and a loud moan is ripped from my throat when you hit just the right spot. Your grin gets wider with every scream and moan you take from me, bullying your cock harder into me. I cling to you and beg for more; I don't care who hears or sees, I just need more of you. The knot in my belly draws tight and I squeeze around you, prepared to fall...

My the sound of my phone jolts me out of my sleep. Your ringtone. I slide a hand under the covers, it was no surprise to find that I'd soaked through my panties. I flopped back against the bed and checked my phone, it was a text from you letting me know that you were on your way to come get me. I looked from it to the packed bag by the door; I should probably pack a few more pairs of underwear before you get here.

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Not sure how to feel about this one

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I was ask to write something. Here you go, hope you like it.

Tug all you want, I know the knots won't budge. I learned from the best after all. I know you said that you were tired from work, that your boss had been hounding you about some stupid deadline all week, that you just wanted to eat and destress with a nap. But I also know that you've spent the whole week whispering sin in my ear, dragging nails across my lower back, your hand moving dangerously high up my thigh while we were out with friends, the heated kisses pressed against the shower wall that would end with that smirk and an offer to wash my back. All week you made me crave you, and all week you'd kiss my cheek and say "Not now, Dove."

I know waiting until you were tired, full, and feeling lazy to do this was a little underhanded, but had I tried any other time you would've easily been able to overpower me and, even then, I still wouldn't have gotten what I want. Honestly, I can see why you enjoy using the ropes as much as you do, watching you struggle to maintain what little control you have while I ride you has to be one of the hottest things I think I've ever seen.

The groaning of the ropes and your failed attempts at keeping your noises in are music to my ears, especially when you alternate between ordering me to go harder and trying to threaten punishment through gritted teeth as if your hand and toys hadn't stopped being able to satisfy you days ago. You curse me even as your hips move to try and drive your cock deeper.

The wet sound of skin against skin gets faster and our moans fill the room. My thighs start to shake, but you feel too good to slow down and I'm right there. My head goes back and my eyes close and I hear it before I feel your arms holding me tight to your chest; you somehow managed to snap the rope. You have me on my back before I can register what's happened, your weight pinning me to the plush mattress.

"Time for your punishment, Dove." I can't help the whorish moan that leaves my throat. Finally, the real prize.

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I tried my best.