#R Ranch

[razzafrazzle]

definitely giving his fashion sense too much credit but. some beshirt-ed strong bads

[image description: three drawings of strong bad from homestar runner in different outfits. in the first, he is wearing a grey muscle shirt, cut-off demin shorts with a skeleton design on them, and a spiked leather cuff. in the second, he is wearing a leather jacket with a trans flag pin, a white tank top, ripped jeans, thigh-high leather platform boots, and a pink bandana wrapped around his head. in the third, he is wearing a black band t-shirt with a red flannel over it, leather pants, and black combat boots. end id]

[oakiyo]

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[aurorangen]

Since coming out of the hospital and learning of the spy, Vincent has been more vigilant of his surroundings. He felt uneasy that someone might still be following him...even in another country. After resting he was a bit more alert, so just to be cautious, he asked Jay if he had any hats to wear to hide his face, especially in the busy town centre.

Some paintings in the building caught Renee's attention and she took some photos. One stood out in particular. It had a plane statue and she could see some people in the background. Armed with weapons.

Transcript:

Renee: Jay do you know what these paintings are of? Jay: These are of Chestnut Ridge and the plane one…I dunno. Maybe the next town? Or made up? Renee: Oasis Springs doesn't look like that. I wonder if that's Strangerville.

[lilacmaze]

Percy 🌻

[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March Day 10: Gargoyle

Quick smut of amab!Gargolyexcis!woman reader

cw: talk of churches, defiling religious statues, hetero monster sex

Do not reproduce, do not copy

Approx 700 words

You didn't think you would be so moved by visiting the hallowed ground on which the grand cathedral's ruins rested.

It seemed to have been placed so thoughtfully in the glen, cleared fo tall trees so that the light of heaven could shine down through the stone lintel windows.

Immaculate, you thought to yourself and shivered. Walking slowly you made your way outside through a back door. Caressing the mossy stone walls and pew you passed by seemed to arouse you and add headiness to your growing euphoria. Your nipples pricked when you stopped to lean against one of the statues perched beside the door. Looking up you noticed that it's a gargolla. A weathered carving of a snarling protector demon.

You couldn't stop yourself from running your hands over the cool smooth stone as if it were your lover. Your fingers tips traced the groves in the wings until they met his shoulders and you flattened your palms to rub up over the massive sculpted muscled of its back. If it were not squatting the statue would tower over you.

You giggled to your self as you stick your fingers in its nostrils. This place made you feel uninhibited and a bit heedless.

You leaned in and give the statue's cheek a sweet little kiss because you can't help it. You want to share this feeling, even if it's only with a lump of stone. Leaning against it like this, your lush breasts are pressed against its hunched shoulders, and you can use both hands to explore the carving front and back.

You are a little surprised to find the swell of a phallus and a smooth ballsack between the creatures legs.

This might well frighten off an intruder, you thought cheekily and grab the member firmly without shame. You positioned yourself in front of the statue and leaned over slightly to grasp and rub the obscene cock in both palms. Looking directly into the carved, blank eyes as if in challenge.

Your heart rate increased, your brown skin seemed to glow refracting the late afternoon sunlight, you sighed as your perverse sense of pleasure became heightened by this unholy act.

In a moment you dropped to your knees and enveloped the shaft in a kiss. Your plush lips felt indecent and soon puffy as you continued to kiss, then lick, and finally start swallowing the length bit by bit.

If anyone were to come upon you, what would they do?

Your arousal sparked painfully sharp between your legs, insistent.

Unable to resist you turned, raised your skirt, and settled yourself over the cockhead using its massive thighs to brace. Though you'd been impatient you slid your wet aching slit over the length of the protruding dildo. A rapturous sense of wickedness filled you while you took this pleasure. Soon, feeling the nudge of the creature's cock was not enough.

Arching your back you grasped the statues neck and pressed your hips back. The slow work of stretching around the thing had you sweating in no time, yet your eyes were closed tight in concentration and ecstasy. 

You hastily slipped a hand beneath your skirt to rub your clit. With a gasp your felt yourself being filled past the loosening muscles of your pussy's entrance and it became easy to slide down over the thing with your slickened hungry cunt.

You canted your hips, rolled them over the rigid stone column in your guts with a strangled groan. Your engorged little clit pulsed in time with your grinding as you edged yourself on the statue. You had no care for the social contracts you might be breaking, all that mattered was reveling in this blissful act. Copulating in the open with demon trapped and held by the will of ancient monks.

Your mind reeled with lustful imaginings. Flashes of images of the creature awakening, taking control of your body and claiming its own satisfaction; caught up in your euphoria.

Oh how the creature would grasp at you like a desperate beast. Its cock now struck with the vigor of life and the act of rutting, would feel as a warm throb, timed with unforgiving thrusts. You could almost hear the wet slap of your bodies meeting as it hold you and straightens and fucks into your greedy little cunt like a man possessed.

That image and the well known rhythm of your hand stimulating your clit had you stiffening in orgasm in no time. You tried to force every last inch of the statue's fat dick into your pussy as your shuddered and huffed.

You wouldn't have a chance to relax or let your heart rate slow because without warning the great stone arms of the statue moved to swiftly capture you in an embrace. One tightly clasped around your torso the other at your breast claws jabbing into the taught flesh.

A hot breath like molten rock scorched the air near your cheek and  hissed:

"Now it's my turn"

[legalizeranch]

[fightingwithallreality]

Horses, horses, horses (1949) compilation by Phyllis R Fenner, illustrated by Pers Crowell

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

No but every time percy is compared to Hercules it’s specifically to parallel how Percy doesn’t fit the typical hero archetype. He chooses to be kind, chooses to help. His goals don’t get in the way of mourning, of considering. There is no greater good without the smaller good.

[mossy-username]

Yes

[rwac96]

DB: R&R - History of Ranch, Part 3 by IsabellaFaleno

(source: deviantART)

[senorbouquet]

[finnishwhiteboy]

[domquixotedospobresblog]

TODOS NÓS SOMOS BOAS PESSOAS,

É BOM APONTAR O DEDO PARA QUEM ERRA,

AQUELES QUE NÃO SEGUEM AS LEIS DE DEUS,

AQUELES QUE SÃO DIFERENTES DE NÓS,

AQUELES QUE NÃO SE ENCAIXAM NO PADRÃO,

SOMOS OS MELHORES,

SOMOS O EXEMPLO DE PERFEIÇÃO,

PENSANDO MELHOR ACHO QUE SOMOS PESSOAS QUE AINDA NÃO ESTÃO TOTALMENTE EVOLUÍDAS PARA ACEITAR ESCOLHAS INDIVIDUAIS

JONAS R CEZAR

[roananddappleranch]

R&DR Catch 'em Enchanted (Dutton Dean) & R&DR Spiked Coffee Bliss (Siren) showing off in their respective breed shows for the June showcases. Both of them got all pretty and shined up to strut their stuff for the judges. Dutton Dean is just beginning to showcase, meanwhile Siren has already earned ranks for sorting & penning, even if it's just open category, she's making a name for herself. We're looking forward to getting both of them, and the rest of the herd, further along in their showing careers.

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

what it Abigail going back to ranch went differently

John: ...

Abigail: I know what you're going to say John, how could I have done this? Stayed away all these months and why didn't I come back to you, with our son...

John: ...

Abigail: Well, what sign did I have that you could change, John? That you would truly put the gun to rest? I pleaded many times to stop getting involved, to let others handle it, but did you listen?

John: ...

Abigail: I know that I left you alone up north, but I thought you'd be better without off me, and I was wrong. I see that now but...

John: ...

Abigail: Oh stop being so stoic Marston! Go on! Shout, scream say something!

John: You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.