#maggie cow

[ladywatereton]

20 years of Home of The Range🐮

(in Brazil🇧🇷)

🎥 Home of The Range (2004).

🎶 Pedacinho do Céu, Taryn Szpilman.

[dangerpronebuddie]

Just stumbled across a wip I don't even remember writing. I probably won't finish it but damn. I mean...

Where was I going with this? Why did I start this?? Past Maggie, where are you???

[daisydood]

It really pisses me off when people complain about how annoying Maggie gets after the six year time skip

Like.. she lost her entire family. There's GONNA be a personality shift

[onebadpunspoilsabunch]

So I saw Home On the Range for the first time, and I have to get this out:

I genuinely 100% believe that the movie would be fixed if ⭐ Buck ⭐ the horse was the main character, instead of the stupid cows.

Here me out!!!

Throughout the years whenever I heard people criticize the film, it's really two things. And after watching it, I did find those to be the main issues:

The cows are annoying, and not great as main characters 

The comedy is (mostly) obnoxious and childish 

(Most Disney movies have jokes that are meant for a younger audience, but the majority of the jokes in each film never get to the point where any older people watching can roll their eyes and groan at them.)

But something that I noticed is that the obnoxious comedy really just comes from the cows. I didn't have a problem with any of the other characters in the film, I liked them fine, and the comedy from them was fine. 

The only characters that I had a problem with were… the cows. You know… the main characters. And you know what? It's mostly just the main cow Maggie that was truly obnoxious and unlikable. I like the other two cows fine.

Also whenever people bring up the movie to trash on it, Maggie and the celebrity that voices her is always the #1 joke. It's like with Sisu and Awkwafina from Raya and the Last Dragon. Which leads me to believe that most people hate Maggie (and maybe the celebrity that voices her) in the same way. But at least Sisu isn't the main one.

I've also heard from a lot of people that they genuinely like Buck, and find him funny. Plus Buck has a more interesting character arc than whatever the heck Maggie had.

Basically all in all, the movie would've been good if Buck and his best friend Rusty were the main characters, and the stupid cows were the supporting characters (minus Maggie, if possible).

The way the cows are written, they come across more as the comedic supporting characters anyway. It's never a good thing when the main character(s) is the thing that brings a product down. And when I say that in reference to this movie, I'm just talking about Maggie. Grace and Mrs. Calloway were fine.

Maybe they can have Buck and Grace get together or something. Idk.

Anyway, Buck is great, he should've been the main one, spread the word

#ReleaseTheBuckAsTheMainCharacterCut

You know what Disney should do instead of their terrible live action remakes? How about instead they take their lesser received movies throughout the years (Black Cauldron, the movie I just talked about, Chicken Little, Strange World, WISH) and remake them, not in live action, but still animated. And with the same art style of their originals. 

But no, that's too much work and artistic integrity for Disney now. Let's make Frozen 4.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

Projecting my pain & suffering onto Maggie (PG was supposed to take it instead but nvm 💕)

[princessmagichuman]

An Late 20th Anniversary drawing of Home On The Range

Characters © Disney

Art © Me

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

I always see posts about "these forgotten kids' shows" and NONE of the shows I watched as a kid are ever on them😒 So I gotta ask!

[highkey-confused]

I want you to imagine a little scenario real quick

Imagine you tore through the Raven cycle in the span of a few days

Now imagine you read The Raven King in one sitting and didn’t sleep to finish it

And started a decently long bike tour a few hours after finishing the book

And six hours of biking later, on zero sleep, you arrive at your first stop for the night and it fucking. Looks like this

[riotofmyownpod]

First episode of A RIOT OF MY OWN, A free, monthly - perhaps bi-weekly - podcast where Garret Schuelke showcases some of his favorite Folk Punk tunes, along with Anti-Folk, Indie Folk, and related genres (along with some surprises). Episodes available for free streaming and download from Archive.org. Uploaded July 9th, 2023.

This is a free podcast that is not monetized. Please support the artists and bands featured on this show by purchasing their music, merchandise, attending their shows, following them on social media, and supporting your local scene(s).

A RIOT OF MY OWN official website: https://riotofmyownpod.tumblr.com/

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Garret Schuelke on Twitter: @garretschuelke

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Featured Tracks:

Block 1

1) “Smoke Down Tonight” – Trip to Herald (Graffito) 2) “Hairpool” – Defiance, Ohio (Midwestern Minutes) 3) “Bucky's Doin Heroin” – Thomas Gun (Broke) 4) “People II: The Reckoning” – AJJ (People Who Eat People Are the Luckiest People in the World) 5) “Sunday Morning Throwing Up” – Arianna Staiger (with you in rockland)

Block 2

6) “Jack Kerouac” – The Almanac Shouters (A Long Road Home) 7) “The Politics of Holy Shit I Cut My Hand on a Broken Bottle” – Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains (Live at Bandits HQ) 8) “My Bike Takes Me Places School Never Could” – Jonas Selander (At Night I still Sneak Out) 9) “Anarchists Make Better Lovers” – The Causal Terrorist (Love, Cigarettes, and Anarchism) 10) “Everything is Fucked Up, What The Fuck?!” – Maggie May (Knock Em' Dead)

Block 3

11) “Nukes and Freighters” – Nick DeMott (Fuck Your Title) 12) “Dirty Kids, Dirty World” – Riley Coyote (Dirty, Distorted, Driftin' and Dreamin') 13) “Methlabs and Bookstores” – Asking For It (Happy Birthday Hitler) 14) “Like I Should” – Toby Foster (On Moving and Standing Still) 15) “Pokemon Blues” – Folk Ya'll (You Are Not Freaking Out)

Block 4

16) “Christmas Lights” – Paul Baribeau (Grand Ledge) 17) “terrible things” – Brown Cow (phone songs) 18) “Depressions is One Hell of a Drug (Imbalance)” – Fire Ant Season (Bad Habits) 19) “TORN APART” – Dead Eye Zack (TORN APART) 20) “Bed on the Couch” – Neobeatglory (Ninja Garden)

[nibblette]

I can’t get over the fact that cow balloon is canon.

Ronan and his emotional support cow

[willtheraven1]

25 days of Cartoons: week 2

[blackparadecd]

Assumption about you um you enjoy tofu meals

This is true!! I love tofu meals

[perotovar]

limits — a minotaur!joel fic

pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)

“Seein’ as it’s your first day, kid, I should warn ya,” the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. “This time’a year the bulls get a bit… restless.”

The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. “B-but aren’t they more focused on the cows?”

The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. “Well, sure, but they don’t seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and they’ll leave ya be, promise.”

The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls weren’t going to keep him from that. 

“Help me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work he’d accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. He’d been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.

He’d been learning all the animal’s names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often. 

But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather. 

The young man didn’t have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didn’t trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. “Gets downright ravenous, that one,” the farmer had said. “Gotta cycle out the cows so they don’t get too tired.”

The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmer’s favorite, but they didn’t understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn. 

The young man wasn’t surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna needja to take care of Joel’s pen for him.”

The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Oh. Are ya sure?”

“‘Course,” the farmer chuckled. “He’s out back gettin’ a bath, so he’ll need a clean pen to get back to.”

The boy nodded and gulped. “O’course, sir.” The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores. 

Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joel’s pen.

No one would have blamed him for thinking Joel’s pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place… reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished he’d grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. He’ll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of… Joel everywhere. He hadn’t been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.

“Hey, newbie!” Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. “Thanks for takin’ care o’ Joel’s pen for ‘im. I’m gonna go find a nice girl for ‘im, I’ll be right back!” She was gone before the young man could respond.

Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there. 

The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joel’s intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave. 

“U-um, I’ll just–” The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you–?”

Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young man’s crotch onto his snout. 

“J-Joel! What are you doing?!” He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. “I’m–! I’m not a cow, I’m not what you want!”

Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?

“Um, p-please put me down?” The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joel’s large, dark eye.

Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay. 

“Joel, please,” he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and… perhaps arousal, he really wasn’t sure. 

Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.

“I don’t– Wouldn’t you prefer a cow over… over me?”

Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young man’s ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joel’s belly rested on top of the young man’s lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled. 

“I-I guess that answers that question…” He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. “Fine, just… Just do it, okay?”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over the young man’s body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young man’s earlobe, making him shiver in response.

“Oh,” he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joel’s large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boy’s hole in preparation.

A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joel’s thumb to pierce through. “Oh, fuck,” the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young man’s cheek, giving him an idea of the size.

“Fuck, is… Is that thing gonna fit?”

Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young man’s entire body was set on fire. He couldn’t feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joel’s cock entered him further.

Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boy’s rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joel’s cock.

“O-oh my god, I’m…” The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. “Am I dying?”

Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck and ear. He was… comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.

The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. “Okay, I’m… I think I’m okay,” he smiled sheepishly. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young man’s belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young man’s feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.

Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young man’s tender flesh made him go dizzy. 

Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away. 

The young man’s entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didn’t want this to end. 

Just then, Joel decided he didn’t want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joel’s barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joel’s broad shoulder.

Joel grunted and started using the boy’s body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boy’s hole and around Joel’s cock covered their bodies entirely. 

“I’m– I’m not going to last long, Joel,” the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joel’s cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boy’s cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.

The boy’s stomach bulged with Joel’s cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joel’s cock fit inside him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close. 

“C’mon,” the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joel’s face. “Come inside me.”

Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joel’s cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself. 

Each smack of Joel’s hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didn’t even know he could make. Joel’s horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boy’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the young man chanted. “C’mon, Joel, please,” he whimpered.

If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joel’s snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boy’s prostate and came like a geyser inside him. 

The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joel’s cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bull’s body, screaming into the hay. 

Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boy’s hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that they’d probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.

The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 

Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young man’s face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean. 

“That was…” He giggled, breathing heavily. “I hope you got what you were looking for.”

Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that he’d just bred the boy. 

He didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t take.

“Sir, I had somethin’ to tell ya,” the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step. 

“What’s that, kid?” The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.

“Just wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked ol’ Joel. Think he likes me!”

“No kiddin’? Well, shit, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If you’re thinkin’ he won’t mind, you’re welcome to take care o’ his pen for the rest of breedin’ season, then.”

The boy couldn’t stop the wide grin from growing on his face.

[awheckery]

behold

our much beloved, mostly toothless, poor deaf stinky old lady. our dearest darling crunchy-nosed cabinet-raiding snack terrorist

(miss chunker spaniel learned how to open cabinet doors at the age of 11 last year. she's very proud of herself)

also feat: Princess NoNo, the baby sister she never wanted

she is a Delight

I just saw Coop on my dash for the first time ever, and the scream I scrumpt, he's the only other chocolate tri cocker I've ever seen, besides our Maggie

please tell him I'm lov him

omg!!!! 😭 I would love to see pics of her if you have any

[lilypadeater]

YOUR WRITING IS SO MUAH 💋

request :3

could you do a smut where Rick is kinda mean towards the reader but that’s only because he’s into her! And he’s kinda a perv 🎀

Try It On

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary-(Request)

Content Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (20s and 40s) smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering, degrading, perverted and jealous rick I suppose, kissing, flirting, cussing, UNEDITED

The Georgia heat forced you to wear shorts and a tank top, which Rick definitely didn't mind seeing you in. Water sloshed around in the bucket with each step you took, and some even spilled onto you. You poured it into the cow troughs and made your way towards Maggie and Beth.

The girls were standing by the tents of the survivors living on your farm. You nearly rolled your eyes when you saw Maggie flip her hair in efforts of flirting with Glenn, one of the survivors. Beth awkwardly third wheeled them, so you decided you rescue her. "Beth, Daddy needs you," You called out.

She seemed to have caught the hint and scurried away from Glenn and Maggie's flirtatious interaction. You turned to the house but Glenns voice stopped you, "Hey wait! We need your help."

Slightly surprised, you turned back around and asked, "For what?" Maggie sauntered over to you with Glenn following closely behind her.

"We need you to come on a run with us," Maggie demanded.

The idea of going outside the farm was exciting and terrifying at the same time. There was 'infected' everywhere, you assumed. But that was simply an assumption, and you were sick of being cooped up in the farm. It couldn't be that bad, plus, you had Maggie and Glenn to watch out for you.

You paused for a moment before replying, "Well, I'm not opposed to the idea, but why?"

"We need to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. Glenn and I are gonna check pharmacies for medicine, you and whoever else are gonna check the stores for ammo."

Now, you were completely against the idea. Maggie and Glenn wouldn't even be around to look out for you. Your safety relied on whoever else agreed to go. "Why the hell would you even want me to go? I can barely shoot a gun."

She rolled her eyes, as if it were the most obvious answer, "You're the only other person here, besides Daddy and Beth, who knows the town as well as me. Don't worry, we'll find someone experienced to protect you." Her snarky tone ticked you off, but you decided to ignore it.

Glenn could see your unconvinced face, and decided to chime in, "Actually, I'll see if Rick could come. If he's able to protect a 12 year old boy, he'll be able to protect you."

It was embarrassing to be seen as s damsel in distress, but you really wouldn't be able to survive out there on your own. The two were eager to have you to come on this run, so you really couldn't say no. You sighed, "Fine, I'll go, but I don't think Rick would agree to it." Rick was the leader of the group on the farm, and he showed his disliked towards you the moment he laid eyes on you. It was clear he'd avoid you at every chance.

Rick couldn't deny the attraction he had towards you. The short dresses and tight tops you wore had his gaze lingering on you for far too long. Your lips looked so kissable every time you spoke to him. It was wrong for him to be attracted to you, Hershel would probably kill him for it. That's why he kept his distance from you and often gave you the cold shoulder.

When Glenn approached him and asked, "Would you mind coming with us on a run and partnering up with Y/N? She's kind of defenseless out there and we'd figure you'd be the best at making sure she stays alive." Rick didn't know what to do.

Being alone with you was something he'd never agree to, for his own well-being. It would be tantalizing to see what he couldn't have right in front of him. But knowing someone else would protect you, filled his veins with jealousy. He wanted to be your protecter, savior, and anything that meant keeping you safe. In his eyes, you were his, you just didn't know it yet.

"Yeah sure, I'll keep an eye on 'er," He nonchalantly answered.

You saddled up two horses, one for Maggie and Glenn, and another for you and Rick. Maggie rushed into the stables while holding onto Glenn's hand and giggling. Before you could say anything, Maggie announced, "Rick's just getting his gun ready, you'll catch up to us," and got onto the horse with Glenn sitting behind her. It was evident that they were going to be doing more than just searching for medicine as they galloped away.

Rick's footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned towards him with a hand on the horse's course fur. "Ready to go?" You asked softly, trying to seem polite. He just nodded in response and got onto the horse in a swift motion. "You know how to ride a horse?" You inquired, slightly confused at how well he did it.

"Yeah. Get on," He dryly answered. You were disappointed at his response and got onto the the back of the horse. Your body was pressed up against his back, making your stomach flutter and his heart race.

"This one's jumpy, so I'd be careful," You informed as you snaked your arms around his waist to hold yourself securely. The horse jolted forward and trotted out of the stables.

You directed Rick toward the town, but it was hard to focus on the dangers around you when you were so close to him. He smelled of a campfire and the forest, intoxicating you.

After about half an hour, you finally reached the town. The horse's loud footsteps attracted a walker, but Rick effortlessly stabbed it in the head. He began to tie the horse to a fence, but you quickly stood in front of him, stopping him. "What if she gets eaten?" You whispered, your voice laced with concern.

"Then so be it. There ain't nothing we can do, but this area seems fairly clear anyway," He replied with some edge and gently moved you to the side.

"Are you sure? Please can we look around to make sure?" You pleaded, feeling distressed from the situation.

He could see the worry in your innocent eyes and felt guilt creep up on him. "Fine," He grumbled and pulled his gun out of its holster.

You smiled in appreciation and watched as he tied the horse to the fence. Rick turned to you and asked, "Where's your gun?"

Completely clueless, you looked up at him and replied, "What gun?" Your father had forbidden the use of guns for you and your sisters, so the only weapon you had was a hunting knife. It was small, and you had to sneak it out of your father's shed, but it got the job done. Well, at least you'd hope it would.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand in frustration, "Jesus Christ, jus' stay close." You took this as a sign to grab his hand, lightly pulling him in the area you wanted to check. Rick was taken aback, but holding your hand was thrilling. He loved how soft and gentle your hand was, compared to his rough and calloused one.

After inspecting the area and finding no walkers, you deemed it safe enough to leave the horse. You guided Rick through the abandoned town, occasionally stopping at some stores to loot. Being in his presence made you feel safe, despite his attitude.

"This used to be my favorite place to shop," You explained and pointed to a boutique. It had broken windows and weathering, but there was still some clothing inside. "Now everything in it is free." Your comment formed a slight smile on Rick's face.

"We can check it out, but it's gettin' late, we need to head back soon," He plainly stated. You released Rick's hand and pranced towards the store eagerly. Rick followed you closely, slightly disappointed from the loss of physical contact. He did a quick sweep through the store to ensure no unwanted visitors would interfere with your looting spree.

"Look at this!" You exclaimed and excitedly picked up a short red dress with lace detailing. There were a couple tops and skirts you decided to take as well, stuffing everything into your backpack. It was dusty, but nonetheless beautiful.

Your smile and joy brought a sense of warmth around him, but the sunset outside made him anxious. "Are y'done yet? Walkers gonna be crawlin' everywhere soon," He hissed impatiently with his arms folded.

"Yeah, could you just help me try on this dress? I don't wanna take it all the way back if it doesn't fit," You replied and held up the wine red dress with elegant lace designs adorning it. He simply grumbled and followed you into the dressing rooms, hiding his anticipation.

You stepped into a dressing room and closed the curtain almost fully. The temptation to glance at you through the sliver filled Rick's mind, but he chose to turn away and ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

After undressing, you needed help zipping up the back of the dress. It barely covered your ass, so bringing it with you wasn't practical. Yet the urge to show Rick encouraged you to call out for him. He strode towards the dressing room as you slid the curtain open, revealing the beautiful dress. His eyes devoured the sight in front of him and roamed your body. Your legs and cleavage were on perfect display and the color complimented you beautifully.

"Zip me up?" You asked and turned around, pretending his gaze was unnoticed. The enclosed space required your bodies to push together. His warms hands reach your back and held you in place while her zipped it up. You could feel your cheeks heating up when his hand made contact with your bare skin and his erection pressed against you.

"Y'like it?" You whispered and tilted your head back, peering up at him through your lashes. Rick's eyes hungrily stared down at you as his hands traveled to your waist.

"Mhm" he muttered, tracing your body with his hands.

“Show me how much you like it,” you muttered, leaning into his touch and turning to face him. His lips grazed over your forehead before you felt his rough hand slip under your dress.

A smirk formed on your face when you met his hungry face. You guided his hand to you inner thigh, letting out a breathy gasp when his fingers reached your heat.

His fingers brushed over your soaking clothed pussy, "Fuckin' minx, already so wet." The feeing of his fingers rubbing your clit and hearing his words sent chills down your spine.

Rick's movements brought you close to the edge, just for him to slow down and deny your release. "Please," You whined, only receiving a sadistic smile from him. His hand left your clit and slipped out from under the dress, leaving you frustrated for more. "Just fuck me already," you panted, desperate to alleviate the growing desire between your legs.

He said nothing, simply cupping your face with the same hand and shoving the damp fingers into your mouth. You were surprised, but still felt yourself sucking on them eagerly, slightly tasting yourself.

"Only if you ask nicely," He smugly whispered into your ear before pulling them out.

"Please fuck me," You pleaded. In one swift motion, he spun you around and pressed you into the wall. Your hands supported you against the wall, as the sound of his belt unbuckling ignited a fire in your stomach. He pushed your dress up, just enough to slide your underwear to the side and coat his rock-hard cock with the arousal on your folds. The sensation earned a whimper from you as you struggled to stay quiet.

Rick eased into your drenched cunt slowly, giving you some time to adjust to the stretch. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, almost too tight. He was pressed deep inside of you, practically pushing against your cervix. He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, filling the small room with your whimpers and his groans. “You’re a fucking slut,” he rasped, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. A loud and desperate moan left your lips as he sped up, grabbing your hips to push himself even deeper.

His hips rutted into yours roughly. “Fuck, I’m almost there,” you panted as the tingling sensation in your stomach increased.

A sinful smirk played onto his lips and he muttered “Good girl.” His praise sent you into your orgasm as he could pounding into you. Your walls clenched around him, finally slowing him down as he approached his own climax. You Rick grabbed a fistful of your hair and brought you closer to his face, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He stuffed your cunt with his cock completely before coming inside you, painting your walls white. You moaned into his kiss, satisfied at the feeling of being so full.

He slowly pulled out of you, causing some of the white liquid to dribble out. Your lips disconnected, gasping for air. Rick stared into your eyes with a sense of astonishment as you both caught your breath.

You met his eyes and smirked, “I guess you really liked the dress?”

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💜What If Babba Chopes Or the Nightmare Critters was Y/N pet's?

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I feel like each Wukong would have a critter he would be closest to the most😉😉😉

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh wow... this should be hilarious Wukong had no idea that you have an army of rather unusual pets. Wukong found out you had pets called the nightmare critters, and they were a group of Vicious and rather rambunctious little babies that love you ever so Fiercely. Dispite them being a bit weird Wukong found them cute and not to mention fun especially when pranks wars are involved. Overall he's really cool with the nightmare critters

(Maggie Mako) she is his special little gal, you would often find the two sharing late night snacks and other Junk food. Wukong had totally won her little black heart when he snuck her a cupcake behind your back, and the two were pals ever since🦈😆

(MKR Wukong) Holy cow when you told Wukong that you had pets, he wasn't expecting a bunch of plushy like animals. Not to mention how those little critters knew how to throw down and thrown hands, especially baba chops. It turns out that the critters were Fiercely protective and caring over you, especially when you had pulled them out of a bad situation. Wukong respects that and doesn't bother them to much, however they do extend their assistance to him as well, especially in battle after all he's part of the family now.

(Baba Chops) Now Wukong loves baba chops attitude especially since she's the leader of the nightmare critters. Their are times where Wukong doesn't want to be bothered especially by the monk, and baba chops feel the same way about it being a recluse herself. So don't be surprised when you find them hanging out together quietly🐑.

(NR Wukong).........Well this is definitely something he never thought he would ever since, your telling him your little friends pets are a group of the world's most ferocious group of plushies. Now the old monkey has truly seen everything however it's not all bad, the nightmare critters got along very well with Wukong's mini monkey clones. Not to mention the critters take naps on him because they noticed how fluffy he is, just like they are In the end they definitely approve of your husband are willing to assist him if the situation calls for it.

(Allister Gator) You can't tell me this lazy gator wouldn't sleep on his head the most, which is strange because of how hyperactive wukong is. Though that doesn't mean he won't take a peak at what Wukong's doing half of the time, he'll just Quietly observe🐊.

(HIB Wukong) It was love at first sight...well for Luier and Silly girl to the nightmare critters. The nightmare critters became very fast friends with the two children, playing games, taking naps even baba chops joining in the fun. However It was a bit of a facade the nightmare critters would mess with Wukong but never in bad way, it's just how they bond with him and with each other. Over all they can be Acceptable to Wukong's Presents after all He makes you and the kids very happy and that's all that matters to them.

(Poe) Man Wukong and that bird go together like Expresso coffee and paranoia. These pair of brooders would often sit on the side and just watch everyone play or hang out. Poe would be found chilling on Wukong's shoulder most of the time, which would be handy if they spot danger before Wukong can🐦‍⬛.

(Netflix Wukong) His jaw was on the floor when be met baba chops and the others nightmare critters. What's worse he was stupid enough to go and underestimated them as well, because of their cute and cuddly appearance however They shut that illusion down instantly. Wukong could never look at children's plushies the same when he watched the nightmare critters savagely attack a man because he pushed you to the ground. Well at least he was one thing in common everybody means business whenever you're involved.

(Rabie baby) Pfffff oh my god can you imagine the Gossip they would exchange on the daily basis. The two would be on the side looking smug as they bad mouth the celestials, despite the obvious language barrier Wukong would ack like he knows exactly what she is telling him🦇. Squeak Squeak....What?! Really?! Noooo and then what happened😈???

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh He's not taking them seriously at all, like just look at them so tiny and Squishy. Like he knows their pets but they look ridiculous and would deliberately laugh in their tiny faces, which was his first and final mistake. Wukong Quickly learned how Treacherous and mildy violent the critters turn out to be, he also learns that the nightmare critters take your care and protection very seriously. Like they don't mess around when it comes to you and Wukong learned and respect that, and over time he got you to them and vise versa for them too.

(Simon smoke) Man those to would be bumping heads the most especially when their both megalomaniacs. It's always a competition between the two especially when it's about either you or their popularity and image. With their shared competitive nature it's gonna be pure chaos... With a hint of hilarity🐲

(Destined one) Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the poor Destined one was so very perplexed by what was infront of him. I mean when you told him you had pets he wasn't expecting those said pets to be a group of plushies lead by a Medium size lamb. Though the Destined one didn't comment on it especially when he's seen so much weird crap, however the nightmare critters take an instant liking to the Destined one. They would be found following him around or sitting quietly whenever he would meditate, it wasn't all that creepy, as long as he doesn't make eye contact. Though they do help you and him sleep and relax with their cuddles and smells so that's always nice.

(Touilee) the selective mute and the chatterbox what a pair, Poor D.O just had to be favored by the Noisious mouse plushy . The little mouse would squeak away about anything and everything, never shutting up. The Destined one had actively covered his ears to block the sounds of the mouse plush. Touilee actually makes the Destined one miss living with Wukong.

(Lotmk Wukong) Oh boy, I headcanon that the nightmare critters can smell weakness.......that weakness thy name is Sun Wukong. Which is why they like to bully and troll him every chance they get, but not out of spite or to be mean nooooo........at least not this time. Nope, the nightmare critters were actively trying to toughen Wukong up for the late future. After all, he has you to take care of now, and the critters want him to be ready for any potential threat that may come your way. When they learn that Wukong has a powerful and dangerous temper, they help him channel it into power along with his love for you. They still think Wukong isn't ready, but he's clearly a work in progress.

(Icky Licky) Now believe it or not it's Icky Licky that takes Wukong under his much shorter arms. Icky's competitiveness becomes a might handy tool especially when he training with Wukong on a personal level, he makes sure to always put Wukong up to the challenge. The never hold back from each other as their love for you feuls them both in battle.

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