#for public indecency

[ruinme-please]

𝑰𝑽𝒀

oh god

[kitamars]

horrible donut etiquette

he asked for it

[urghblergh]

You've got fancy colour-coordinated outfits for an important event, but the only way to get there is using Post-Canon Cardassian Public Transport or something. ✨

[galactic-rhea]

Bisexual lightning only means you have one foot in the dark side and the other in the light side, riiiiight?.

[transpool-moved]

i think its fun to imagine that they get arrested as their personas only

[barbiepappa]

Arthur "what in the goddamn" Morgan

[heich0e]

seasoned cop daichi sees a suspiciously nice car parked on a dark side street one night on his way home, and sighs to himself as he pulls over to investigate. he can't help but remember that awkward encounter all those years ago where he busted his former coach and coach's (now) spouse in this same situation, and he laughs a little bit to himself as he approaches the car, no longer the blushing rookie he used to be.

he raps confidently against the glass, hoping to get this all sorted out quickly so he can get home as soon as possible. he's already lived through the most uncomfortable version possible of this event, after all, so it's not like anything can surprise him anymore this far into his career.

or so he thought, until he sees you inside the car on top of his former kouhai (and current olympian) kageyama tobio.

[sequinsandfins]

winter warmers day 17: public sex | Carlos/Oscar | rated e | 426 words.

A possible next part to the deepest desire…

The door to the accessible toilet slams shut.

Oscar doesn’t care if anyone sees him shoving Carlos through the door and shutting it behind him. He hopes they think he’s just angry with Carlos and wants to fight.

Oscar is angry. Angry and aroused.

“Carlos I can’t believe you-“ Oscar cuts himself off as he dives for Carlos’s lips.

“Me?” Carlos pulls back, “Mi Amor, I believe you were the one getting yourself out for me.”

“It wasn’t enough,” Oscar moans and starts grinding against Carlos’ thigh which has slotted itself between Oscar’s legs.

“I know, I know,” Carlos’s hands grasp Oscar’s head and he’s kissing him again, “Oscar, please, I need to fuck you.”

Oscar sobs, Fuck, he’s desperate for it. Wants Carlos in him, wants to feel him filling him up and satisfying the aching need in him.

“Not here baby,” Carlos groans. “In a bed, I need you spread out for me.”

Oscar whimpers. He wants to come now. He tells Carlos who smiles and drops to his knees. He makes quick work of Oscar’s jeans and underwear.

Carlos’ mouth envelops him and Oscar’s knees buckle as Carlos expertly begins to suck him.

Oscar can feel a finger make its way, around his balls and towards his hole.

“Carlos please,” Oscar begs, tilting his hips up, trying to convey the need he has.

The need is rising and Oscar can feel his orgasm quickly approaching, but he wants Carlos inside him, in any way possible.

“Fuck, Fuck, please,” Oscar cries out as Carlos lets his finger press not quite inside.

It’s too much for Oscar and he can’t even warn Carlos as he comes, Carlos doesn’t seem to care, swallowing quickly.

Oscar lets his head drop back against the toilet wall, he can just hear the sound of the club over the blood rushing through his head and the hammering beat of his heart.

He pulls Carlos up and kisses him desperately.

“I want you to fuck me.” He says bluntly, groping at Carlos’ hard confined cock, “I need you in me.”

Carlos allows Oscar to lazily kiss him for a minute before pulling back and dragging Oscar out of the toilets.

They don’t look for their friends to say goodbye. Oscar is so impatient, he would let Carlos bend him over the railing overlooking the dance floor and fuck him right there in the open.

Luckily for the public, Carlos has his mind set on the bed.

Their Uber driver on the other hand, would like compensation for what he has to witness.

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

Serious tone : the car scene was absolutely beautiful, the two of them sheltered from the storm and the gaze of people. A break while the thunder roars and is about to tear them away, they still affirm their love and their loyalty. With the focus on their hands and their rings, we are reminded that they are married no matter what, that the declaration they made to each other is the only one that has value : beyond the laws of men, love only knows its own rules. To misquote Pascal ''The Heart has its own reasons that Reason doesn't know''. I also love the absolute trust with which Pin looks at Anin when she swears she'll find a way for them to be together. Anin has always been there for her, and never let her down, she does not doubt that she will save the situation as she always does. Anin is her courage, her audacity, and she's the one giving her the strength to resist her aunt has best as she can. She really wants to believe they can get through this. Both of them want to believe it, even if it's just an illusion, a stolen moment in a parked car, in the middle of a storm.

Unserious tone : This car is in the middle of the street, the windows are huge, this was absolutely public and they absolutely were seen by probably too many people

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

These idiots, featuring @eobe 's Eo.

This exchange just became funnier the more that I thought about it.

Liberties taken, (Like lots) hope you don't mind. I never drew this species before and it lent itself to some... expressiveness.

[hotgirlmanifesto]

be honest are they obvious

[krysmcscience]

I will be the first to admit I'm not the best at drawing animal or furry characters, but I wanted to get something scribbled down in my Non-Goof style, anyway. Plus, I've been enjoying the many reference pages folks were posting of their own designs for the Lamb and Narinder, so, uh. Here's mine, I guess! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do not comment on how long narinder's tail is or i swear to the lamb i will make it even longer next time >:]

[rambrandt-the-painter]

Finally drawing older trans women

[urghblergh]

Star Trek TOS Screenshot Redraw VI, but make it gay(er). 🌌

[gardenoflupins]

Angel/Demon AU / @wolfstarmicrofic / 989 words

CW: sexual content, drugs & alcohol

Remus points a blessed sword against the side of the demon’s throat, eyes narrowed in his direction. He feels Minerva McGonagall’s divine energy as she apparates beside Remus.

“Leave her alone,” he warns in a low voice.

The demon, Sirius, slowly turns around with raised brows. Both Minerva and Remus scowl at him. Sirius had always been a threat to them. Always found a way to corrupt humans, especially the ones assigned to specific angels.

He always got his way.

“She isn’t doing anything she doesn’t want to,” he replies, unbothered about the divine beings in front of him. You’d need to be a major nuisance to have not one, but two angels corner you. And yet, he was indifferent.

Minerva steps forward, quiet and lethal. “You are encouraging a range of unhealthy activities. Drinking, drugs, luring her to this…” she scrunches her nose at the club they were standing outside of.

Sirius grins as if they’re all sharing a mutual joke. “I know, isn’t it fun?”

Minerva looks down her nose at him like he is nothing but filth. “She is under our guidance.”

“Is she?” Sirius asks innocently.

Marlene McKinnon stumbles out of the club in that moment, bottle in hand as she sings out of key. Remus doesn’t need to check to feel the drugs in her system.

Minerva thins her lips. They had lost another one. If there was one thing Remus knew very well, it was that angels were not as forgiving as humans made them out to be.

Remus redirects his sword so it’s right under Sirius’s chin, almost touching him before Sirius flinches away. Blessed weapons had the ability to injure a demon painfully. “You turn them all like you. You ruin everything good. Nothing thrives in your presence. You are a leach,” Remus hisses.

Sirius’s eyes flash in warning. “Careful, angel. Don’t forget I’m not above tearing the wings off your back.”

Minerva tenses and Remus can see her calculating. He knows she is thinking about killing him. He also knows that they’re both aware that they can’t. Not when Sirius belongs to a dangerous family. Killing him would cause a chain of events they didn’t want to deal with.

This is why Remus had come. To make sure someone didn’t die.

Another woman walks out of the club and makes her way to Marlene. Remus watches as she pulls her in for an embrace. Marlene grins up at her before leaning in for a deep kiss.

Minerva’s wings ruffle in agitation at the display.

A tremor goes through Remus’s own, for reasons other than annoyance.

“We will guide her back,” Minerva cautions, wings pulled tight. “Outside of drugs, you have nothing. You are nothing. She will come to the same realisation.”

Sirius glowers at her then directs it to Remus. “What makes you think I won’t torture him. He’s also nothing. There’d hardly be a consequence.”

That much was true. Minerva was more like Remus’s… mentor. She was a higher up. He was, well, replaceable.

She gives him a deadpan look. “I’ll kill you.”

With that, she disapparates.

Remus watches Sirius with stiff shoulders, feathers ruffling from anticipation. They stare at each other, both bracing for bloodshed.

They wait and wait and Remus realises no other angel is coming.

Sirius seems to realise it too.

He is on Remus in a second, hand on Remus’s throat to pin him against the wall. Remus lets out a grunt at the force as Sirius drops his hand to pin him by the hips instead. Remus shivers when he feels Sirius’s hot tongue sliding down his throat. His mouth opens instinctively and he tugs at Sirius’s hair to connect their mouths.

It should be mortifying how quickly that hot liquid of desire spreads through Remus. He is already moaning lightly against Sirius’s mouth, tugging, tugging, tugging to get him even closer.

“My beautiful angel,” Sirius whispers against him, leaving wet kisses across his jaw. Remus sighs contently, spreading his legs so Sirius can be between them. When that doesn’t feel close enough, he attempts to wrap his legs around the other’s waist. Sirius gets the message instantly and indulges him.

Remus loves the closeness.

“Have they been nice?” Sirius murmurs, still leaving kisses across his body.

Remus ignores him. “Stop stealing my humans. You’re going to make it obvious,” he breathes out shakily.

He feels Sirius grin against his throat. “No, they won’t suspect anything. We hate each other.”

Remus arches against him with a gasp when Sirius’s hand slips under his shirt and up his body. “Absolutely loathe each other,” Remus agrees breathily.

He holds Sirius close, deepening the kiss as Sirius tenderly strokes his wing.

“Missed you,” Remus mumbles and Sirius hums. “I missed you too, had to get your attention.”

Remus tries to pull back to give him a disapproving look but Sirius just leans in to kiss his furrowed eyebrows.

Remus gives up. “You’re going to leave traces of yourself on me.”

“I’ll wipe my aura off you,” Sirius mumbles, still peppering him with kisses anywhere he could reach.

“Oh,” a voice says. Remus pulls back to look at Marlene who begins to grin widely. “Fuck yeah Sirius, this is a win for the gays tonight.”

Sirius looks at her smugly as she drags her lover away, saying something about recreating what Sirius was doing. Remus is instantly curious about that interaction as it wasn’t common to directly interact with humans. Both Remus and Sirius were glamoured to look more human so she hadn’t seen the wings or horns.

Sirius mistakes the look on Remus’s face. “She’s fine, just partying,” he says, knowing Remus was still an angel at the end of the day.

Remus can’t even think to reply because Sirius is leaving love bites, pulling pleasurable sighs out of Remus and oh, does it feel lovely.

Sirius had won twice today.

Corruption, afterall, was his strongest ability.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

VRISKA: Your honor, who gives a fuck. Like for real.