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i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

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nsfw! Naruto/Hinata breeding kink smut.

Naruto didn’t know if there was any place on Earth where he belonged more then in his little cramped apartment, kneeling at the floor by his bed, his face tucked in between Hinata’s plush thighs.

It was the purpose of his existence to worship her. To tease and please her cunt until his senses were overloaded with her. The scent of her giving him a headrush, her slick coating his mouth and throat like an animal marking its property. Sweet suckles on her clit until his wife was grabbing at his hair, keeping him close to her, her hips swaying off the bed to ride against his mouth.

As if he had any intentions of breathing until Hinata’s dulcet moans turned depraved, her eyes wide, bewitching him as she came, chanting his name.

Hinata whimpered as he gave her twitching clit one last soft kiss, leaning back on his haunches to see the damage he’d wrought upon her.

Pale legs spread apart to be conquered, her pink pussy flushed and swollen, sticky wet. Her arousal stained across her thighs from the eagerness of his mouth.

Naruto moaned at the sight, of a needy cunt ready to be bred.

Lust ignited his veins, his body hot and his cock hotter, harder than diamond when he wiped Hinata’s arousal off his mouth and rubbed it on his length.

“N-Naruto-kun,” she gasped his name, her voice airy and sweet like cotton candy as she watched him move from the floor and hover over her. His hips canted as he ran his fat tip through her dripping folds. “Please, don’t…don’t tease me. I need…”

“Tell me.” Naruto rolled his hips, fucking over the surface of her cunt while he drank in the sight of his wife, her skin flushed like they were teenagers again. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

But they didn’t have such lewd thoughts back then. Naruto memorizing the sight of the black choker on Hinata’s delicate neck. Rough red marks and blooming purple from the hunger of his lips littering her pale skin above and below the black band.

“I need you to fuck me, Naruto-kun. I need you to come inside me and fill me until it spills out. Please, Naruto-kun, I need your baby.”

Naruto growled at the way Hinata begged for it, her lavender eyes heavy moons, pleading for him. It filled his mind with thoughts of Hinata in their house. Barefoot, her stomach swollen with his child — and he knew he wanted to have her like that, riding his cock too.

“I’m not gonna let you leave the bed ‘til I’ve fucked a baby into you,” Naruto promised, lining himself against her entrance. “And when you pop that one out, I’ll just put another in ya.”

Hinata moaned yessss as he sunk his cock down to the root inside of her, her walls already fluttering. Naruto hooked the back of her knees with the inside of his elbows, pushing down on her with his weight until she was folded, her feet sticking straight up in the air and her ass curved against his thighs.  

Her body felt so small underneath him, his hands planted on the mattress on the outside of Hinata’s arms. It was like he was trapping her, unable to escape the pleasure he would give her; the loads of cum he would spill into her cunt.

It made his brain itch with a depraved sort of need, even though it was the furthest thing from the truth. The Hinata wanted this as badly as him if not more so, her palms restless on the back of his thighs, sliding up to his ass to urge him to move and fuck her already.

“You’re mine,” Naruto rasped, swaying forward and grinding his cock against her depths.

Hinata hummed, her soft lips in a breath-taking smile, warmth that would put the sun to shame. “I’m yours, Naruto-kun. And you're mine…and we are going to make something that is ours.”

Naruto swore under his breath as he started fucking Hinata, his hips rolling deep and fast, driving his cock from tip to base, stretching her out with each thrust.

“Yes, oh yes, Naruto-kun,” Hinata moaned for him with fluttering eyes, her cheeks and ears burnt beautiful. 

Naruto leaned down further, his weight heavy on her, Hinata’s back imprinting into the mattress, the frame shaking from the strength of his thrusts. Naruto was lost in the lavender of Hinata’s eyes, the need she had for him, her pouty lips calling his name.

He kissed her, their mouths pressed delicate and purposeful, slow and measured like it was their first time tasting each other — it was the completely opposite of the way he fucked her. Pounding into her with wild swings of his hips, her cunt dripping down the length of his cock so when he pulled back it spilled onto the back of her ass and down his thighs.

“I love you,” Naruto murmured between kisses and sighs, “You’ve already made me so fuckin’ happy…”

“But once I’ve made you a father, once you’ve made me a mother?” Hinata pulled on his lip, suckling it between her own before he could answer, her walls clenching on the heat of his cock as he stroked over her g-spot.

“I don’t deserve the joy I’m gonna feel.”

“You do! You do, oh!” Her tone was fierce, then melting as his pelvis brushed on her clit. “Please, Naruto-kun, c-come inside me, let me give you our baby.”

“Fuck, ‘Nata!”

Naruto gripped the inside of Hinata’s knees, pushing her legs back, his foot on the mattress for leverage as he nearly mounted Hinata. Sloppy wet sounds as his thick cock pillaged her dripping, needy cunt, Hinata begging for his cum with every breath.

“I want your baby, please, make me a mother, oh, Naruto-kun!”

She shuddered as she came, her toes curling by Naruto’s head, the pulse of her cunt demanding and he fulfilled it, seeding her with life.

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journey

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rainy day

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There's a book that we had in our house growing up that I was obsessed with as a kid. It was just called "PAKISTAN: PAINTINGS BY LIN YONG AND SU HUA" and it was an art book of 100+ paintings/sketches by two Chinese artists who travelled thru Pakistan in 1978 and 1981, a sort of travelogue of their trip, and to little-kid me, it was some of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I have no idea why we had that book, but I would stare at it for hours, and it made me wish I could draw/paint/do whatever it was that these artists had managed to do.

Anyway, we've moved house a bunch of times and I lost track of the book and haven't seen it for probably two decades now. But I think about it now and again, and had struggled to find it over the years, but I finally, finally got my hands on a copy of my own and i want to cry haha

I was afraid that maybe the art isn't as good as I remembered, being just a kid and all, but I cracked it open and nope, it hits me just the way it used to. Maybe even more now. It's so fucking pretty. Have some random pages:

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hi!

the ask referencing the writing for oneself & others crossed my fyp and made me go "huh. am i making this for the fun of it orrrr am i trying to be Useful to receive Attention?"

which is a terrible thought to be thunk in the middle of escapism scrolling tbh, but thank you nonetheless

anyway then i rewatched for the 15th time the gifs i made and was like, nah am fine actually

high five to you for doing what you do for the love of the game 😀

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Music typewriter from 1936.

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"Hikaru" in 01x01

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Congratulations to all AO3 users! Important Milestone reached!

Bookmark database overran!

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the reason you, a white american, believe that white americans don't have culture is the same reason fish don't believe in water

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Did you know that horses are still used for logging? Not just as a way to keep traditional handicrafts alive, but because horses are genuinely better at some jobs than machines?

Horses are much gentler on sensitive ecosystems, they're more flexible in rocky terrain, and they don't topple over on a hillside.

They can enter dense forests and drag out one specific tree without damaging the other trees and without compacting or eroding the soil.

They also run on hay instead of gas or electricity. Horses don't pollute the ecosystem with either oil leaks, gas stench, or noise.

In conclusion, draft horses are awesome c:

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Ok now do NYT columnists

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