the first time you saw rick in his constable uniform, you thought you were going to have to go to your room to cool down.
clean shaven, hair trimmed, iron pressed uniform clad rick grimes was a sight to behold. having known him just as he was a mere week or two ago, you wouldn't have expected him to be an officer of the law.
truth be told, you found that version of rick wildly hot. he was passionate. he was protective of not just you but judith, carl, the group. purpose looked great on him however it manifested.
but you also loved this domestic version of rick. watching him feed judith at a marble countertop was surreal. you hadn't known him when he was a clean-cut suburban dad, just as a survivor. rick really brought out your thing for men in uniforms though. you'd thought it was a one off thing when you'd hit on a state game warden after he came to dispatch the deer you hit with your car in the past but constable rick had him beat.
you never thought you'd see rick in a tie. you think about how he would've looked at your sorority formal as he brushes past you in the kitchen, immediately knowing what's up when your eyes don't leave him as you start to plate the brownies you just pulled out of the oven.
"like what you see?"
you smile. "yeah." you hold up a freshly cut brownie. "rick, can you try a bite? let me know if they're still hot? i don't wanna burn my tongue."
rick takes a step closer to lean in and take a mouthful of your brownie. "mmm," he hums. "delicious. not too hot. not for you." you gleam at the praise. "thank you, darlin'," he whispers huskily to you.
"you're welcome, officer."
you watch something shift in his eyes as he pops the rest of the brownie into his mouth. "i thought you didn't like cops."
"i never said that," you attest. "i've never said a bad word about a constable in my life," you swear, putting the plate of brownies down to step closer to rick, who begins to play with the buttons on your cardigan.
"really?"
"mhmm." you run your hands along his tie. "i enjoy the uniform."
"do you?"
you nod, hands working up to his chestnut curls. "did they give you handcuffs?"
rick chuckles at you. "those are for official constable business, not playin' around."
"i'm not playing around," you whisper in his ear. "what's it take to get a girl arrested around here?"
not much apparently because all you had to do was start pulling on his tie to get dragged to the upstairs bedroom and thrown on the bed. with a hand cuffed to the bedpost, all you could do was squirm as alexandria's newest constable stripped you from the waist down.
"how many do you want?" rick asks once he's gotten your pants down and he's running his hand on your ass.
you shrug. "you choose, officer."
"bad choice," he remarks and pulls you over his lap to get a better angle. "actually, i think you'll like this."
smack!
you wince. you can't remember the last time you were spanked but you know you're gonna remember this for sure, if not purely by the memory, then by the handprints that were already forming on your plush ass as rick gives you another round.
as you twist and writhe in his grasp, rick starts to get impatient, wishing you were squirming on a specific part of him. he lowers his lips to your ear. "are you ready to be a good girl?" he asks.
you nod your head up and down. "i've always been your good girl," you breathe, slightly tensing when you feel his hand on your bottom again.
"good."
with that, he flips you back face down onto the bed and you hear the metallic clank of his belt buckle. it's not ten seconds later that you feel him against your wet hole. as you feel the cold air on, you realize how wet you are; rick's behind you drawing circles in your slick with his dick while you whine into the duvet.
"rick," you start, voice low and needy.
"what do you want, sweetheart?"
"i want you, rick." you answer with an exhale. "i'm so wet for you."
"i can see, honey."
"then fuck me!"
"maybe ask the constable nicely."
you can hear the smugness in his voice and it goes straight to your cunt.
"constable grimes," you croon. "can you please fuck me?"
you don't have time to hear his answer because the wind is knocked out of you - there it is. you're knocked halfway up the bed as the constable fucks into you roughly.
"how do you like that, sweetheart?" he inquires, breath warm against your neck as he keeps pushing all the right buttons inside of you.
"mhmmm," you murmur. "feel so full."
"good."
you were so developing a thing for men in uniform.
Far Cry 5 as B99 Cause i was inspired and there were clips lol | Thank you @yeetslovescheese and @toadsmoss for inspo. As you can see I never let anything go :p @racheljo47 @mrspaigeomega @i-am-the-balancing-point | *credits to original owners
Thomas the Skinn Ripper.
Charlton the Usurper of Punishment.
I've been playing Dark Souls lately.
Medieval versions of Leatherface and Sheriff Hoyt, redesigns from an old concept I drew in 2022.
For Leatherface I wanted to give him a look similar to those big enemies that appear at Blighttown but with a little more armor I guess.
Hoyt is basically a Medieval Watchman.
How would your guys react to one of my Secret Bosses (P-E-Zaa Pete)?
P-“E”-Zaa Pete
Backstory: Pete was the pizza box Dess burnt, now filled with VENGEANCE, he wishes to do the same to Dess.
Mercy: CheeseShirt
Fight: CheeseTail
*this is his bossform*
Aight, time to work on these asks again !!
So, purely judging by looks here, this guy looks like a dangerous and sticky criminal !! (that last one is a crime too) Woostern's gotta catch him !!
Bonslick? He thinks this guy doesn't look so tough, he can *probably* beat this guy pretty easily... Probably. Also as said before, Bonslick doesn't really like Ice-E related things.
Left-E !! I think they could potentially be friends !! (Left-E is programmed and legally incapable of hurting any Ice-E related character, even if they're dangerous criminals wanting to kill children).
Sonatta. Well, to be expected, she's against the idea of hurting Dess. I don't think these two will be able to have a nice chat.
Quiddo!! Hey, they're melty too, they could be friends!! As for Quiller... It has already once about taking revenge on that deer girl. Perhaps he should do it, or perhaps he shouldn't!! Whether Pete succeds on it or not, Quiller would still be laughing.
Shikari. Similar thing as to what she has said once before. Pete can go kill for revenge as much as he wants, but once he's finished, it'd be better to stop bothering everyone else with your existence then.
Look who made us, then betrayed us
Left to must and dust for ages
Rusting, stuck in cardboard cages
Memories fade as rage replaces
What we were, our former names
We aren't quite sure from where we came
But someone must have worked here once
And now they're gone and we remain
~ The Stupendium, The Toybox
(In other words, the Cursed Toy AU by @circesays continues to live rent free in my head, and when I was listening to my Halloween playlist this song came up and - welp. My brain immediately connected it to CTAU Jimmy. Poor guy's going through hell in that one, boys ;-; I doodled this in like an hour with an art style I've never tried, so hopefully it still comes across well!)
First of all, super happy for you writing something new 🎉 Fingers crossed for the motivation and inspiration to flow your direction till the very end 🥰
Second of all, P!R thought for the day! I know that most of the boys here would give their partner flowers, but imagine them receiving flowers 🥺
And we know that the tech squad would die on the spot (just picture those puppy eyes get all happy—), but!
How do you think Buck, Lee, Curtis, and/or (because feel free to include whoever you'd like, bestie) Nick would react to a small bouquet, composed for them by their partner?
- P!R
WAIT, ONE OF MY LOVE LANGUAGES IS GIVING FLOWERS SO THIS IS SO FAR UP MY ALLEY LETS DIG IN, SHALL WE? OK? OK!
My lil bean Bucky (or Buckwheat as my brain affectionately called him) would be flustered to all heck. You came over one day with your hands behind your back and a bashful yet excited smile on your lips. When he asked what you had behind your back, you revealed to him a delicate bundle of purple hydrangeas and baby's breath.
"These reminded me of you." Is all you said and handed them over to him.
And when I tell you that he has never grabbed something so tenderly in his life. He's gawking at them and he's tearing up, he really can't help it.
"These are for me?" He asks thickly, his voice is soft and full of emotion. You nod and hum. He sniffles and gives a beaming, watery smile. "Thank you."
He presses a few of them to keep forever.
And on to Big Daddy! He would be shocked and play it off more than the rest of the guys. You dropped it off for him with his lunch. It was a small little bouquet of red, orange, and yellow marigolds. He chuckled and watched as you set them in the vase on his desk.
"What's this, darlin'?" He asks just as you fishinsh arranging them in the vase.
"I saw these on my way over and thought you'd like em," you shrug casually and give him a cheeky glare, "what? You don't like em, Sheriff?"
"No, no, I like em, just fine," he defends playfully.
"Good," You give him a quick kiss before packing up to head home.
And this moody little man (whomst I need to write more for because hot fucking damn he can fucking get ittttttt) would be the most reserved about reacting. That doesn't mean that he wouldnt be over the fucking moon to receive them tho.
Your friend has a peony bush in her garden and the moment you saw them, you immediately thought of Curtis. She was kind enough to let you cut a few to bring home. At first you think that maybe he doesn't like them. He took them from you, stared at them for a while before looking back to you and saying a simple "thank you."
You find them in a vase on his nightstand. The books and pens and whatever else usually cluttered his space had been cleared off completely to make room for the porcelain vase that usually lived on the living room shelf. The stems were clipped equally and the small bundle was arranged carefully and neatly.
He finds you tearing up at the bouquet and simply presses a kiss to your forehead and rubs your arm before going on about his day.
And my wee pet! My darling brat, how I adore him. He would fawn and grin and absolutely love the flowers. He feels so special, so loved, so spoiled.
For his birthday you sent him a dozen roses. But not just any old roses— no, you sent him burgundy roses. The bouquet arrives the morning of his birthday, set for it to be the first thing he sees when he gets up.
He doesn't even get dressed before he's jogging over to the bundle of burgundy flowers. The note you wrote for him was neatly waiting for him, he plucks it from the table and reads it while grinning like an absolute dope. He buries his face in the petals and breathes as deeply as he could before groaning at the lovely natural perfume.
When he sees you for lunch, he makes it a point to nearly drown you in kisses and hugs. He can't kiss you enough for them, he's going to die trying though.
Flowers and their meanings:
Purple hydrangeas: a desire for deeper understanding.
God I am so nervous for the parts of tango and Jimmy having sex in Sheriffs Pet.
I’ve never written smut and oh fuck shit. HOW DO I WRITE SMUT GOD
That’s future me worry.
But I do want to show the difference as well it happens in all phases on the relationship(ok so it may happen in chapter two as Jimmy is stressed and Tango is just so fuckable at the moment and yeah it’s dubious and also non-con? I think?) and yeah
Ok so, I feel like my old designs of my oc's for @rhapsoddity vigilante sheriff au were a bit bad. So, I decided to redesign all my oc's for their aus. Nothing much has changed lorewise it's more like extra details. I've finally come up with a name for him and he's still Scar's brother because the original reason I made him Scar's brother is that I felt like it would give him more motivation to his goal. Though, it's partially because he was the first hermit I've watched and I wanted to give him angst but didn't want to give Scar something new so I just added on something that already exists. He still has sound manipulation but I thought I would give him some more sound related abilities. The major new power I thought he would have is hypnosis and that it got stronger when he was corrupted by the sculk. The reason for this being that the sculk allows Cub to grow the hivemind (seemingly) through touch and pair that up with him being able to manipulate the sound around him into something hypnotic AND his vex powers you get something really strong. It was my first time using editing in awhile and the most I've used so far. His old design didn't seem like it complimented the sculk a lot so I based his redesign on Styx.
@bitchesofostwick tagged me in this a Minute ago (thank you sm btw!) & i only recently remembered i never freed it from my drafts lmao. i think everyone that i remember off the top of my head who writes has already been tagged so if you want to do it again, consider this a tag~
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