Posts tagged nsfw
I still believe in Heroes
Dom & Sub is a body of illustrative work in digital media that attempts to humanize practitioners of BDSM and offer a representation of kinky sex that not only refutes negative stereotypes but informs the audience that sadomasochistic play is done best between happy, healthy, and consenting adults. I portrayed the couple in the work not only engaging in S&M play but also building a “scene” together and nurturing one another after the play has concluded; these are moments often left unconsidered or completely ignored in visual representations of S&M. I believe it’s important to see how kinky scenes are crafted with care, commitment to safety and enthusiastic consent in order to limit those times when sadomasochistic play is used to abuse or dehumanize other human beings. It is my hope that my audience will learn from the illustrations that sadomasochistic play is not always dark or scary, and that fellow ‘kinksters’ can enjoy tender representations of S&M that do not ridicule or pathologize them. I’ve designed the work to engage sadomasochistic imagery, material and theory with an ethical conscience.
YES YES YES
cute cute cute! <3
This is just too sweet not to reblog.
Awe this is great ^-^
This is too adorable! :3
BABIES
(via witchchild)
turquoise ass
(via fredastairewaytoheaven)
Thank you, sir.
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Hating a lot of things right now including my body so here have a pretty boy with the body i’d rather have.
today was a bad body day so have a sad bastion
Chapter 7: Little Bird (pt 1)
After Tony had herded Steve from the house, followed by a few other boys, off to see Odinson win the title fight, Bruce retired to his rooms, hoping at last for a bit of peaceful sleep. He checked on his patient, Barnes tucked safely in bed and out like a light, asked Jarvis to alert him should there be any sort of emergency, but otherwise to leave him be, and locked himself away in his room. He drew the curtains, stripped from his disheveled clothes and crawled into bed, glad to finally find some peace.
Of course an hour later Bruce was awoken by a series of frustrated mumbles and shuffling steps. Peace seemed to be as rare a commodity as life in this household, or better, as rare as sobriety. He lifted himself up on his elbows to see Clint pacing at the foot of the bed, the lock picked, his clothes save for his undergarments piled in a messy heap by the armoire.
“What’s the matter?” Bruce asked gently. Clint jumped and stared at him like he had seen a ghost.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he mumbled, looking away.
“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked again. Because the last time Clint had picked the lock on his door Tony had come home bleeding and concussed.
Clint did one more lap of the carpet that lay at the foot of the bed before he let out a frustrated growl, swearing and stomping his foot. Then he climbed onto the bed and flopped down next to Bruce, his face buried in the sheets.
Winter Hulkeye drabbles- Hot Baths (Smut)
After a miserable day out in the cold and sleet, their first stop was the bath. They helped each other strip out of their sopping wet clothing as the tub filled with steaming water, the mirrors fogging up, the door locked. They had earned this, the hot water soaking the aches and pains from their bodies, restoring warmth and feeling to their numb joints and fingers. They had earned the biting kisses and blunt nails dragging down their skin, leaving thin red trails in their wake.
Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.
(via isaidthesparrow)
Bucky/Steve Mafia!AU art (part 1?)
NSFW under the cut
please excuse my shitty photoshop skills for they are horrible.
Homecoming- Bucky/Steve (Mafia!AU nsfw)
Bucky’s kisses were always slow and sweet, no panic, unless someone had almost shot them and those had happened, more often as of late. They were gentle, unlike Bucky’s disposition, his calloused hands, worn from handling rifles and guns and from bar fights and blood stains, would snake into Steve’s hair, knocking his hat away, fingers threading through his blonde hair.
“Bucky we-” Steve tried to say during a break for air. He’d already had one close call that morning. He didn’t need people finding them entangled together on the couch. That would just lead to pointless killing of people Steve liked.
