#ROCK SOLID

[thealphabro]

niiiiice torso🤜🏼🪨💯♂️💪

(and CHESTY AF too😎)

[femboy-expert]

eat ice?

Yes

No

My diet consists of 50% ice cubes from my fridge and 50% other, less important sources of sustenance

[smww4ever]

Kal & Diana: Rock Solid

💎

[theradicalace]

little caesars continues to be the only pizza chain i've ever purchased from whose pizzas are not good cold

[dwuerch-blog]

Call Her Baby!

Nikki, our Vietnamese manicurist, overheard Carl say: “Donna, what do you think about that?” Nikki piped up as she was doing my nails: “You don’t call her Donna! You call her Baby!” I turned and looked at Carl and said, “She’s right. I’m not Donna to you. I am “Baby!” We laughed about it because we do call each other pet names most of the time. Today we celebrate our marriage’s…

[bluesidez]

MY DIA-WIA OH HOW I LOVE YOU SO!!! 🩵🥺

and is that a gun….or are you just happy to see me? 😏

📄 — take a seat (wild west au)

now presenting…

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ kinktober | day one → face sitting

🔑 outlaw! miguel o’hara x fem! reader 🔑

🌵 summary: an outlaw crashes at your B&B and makes himself welcome in your tiny business.

🌵 content warning: edging, arousal from suspension, fingering, cunnilingus (fem! receiving), a surprise at the end 😗 as I mentioned before, this isn't like my usual smut. VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

🌵 word count: >1.0k words

🌵 author’s notes: this is my first fic where I bend the rules. I hope y’all enjoy it! I did a lot of research for the last segment… oh my, oh lord.

🌾 not proofread! 🌾

link to → kinktober m.list

Credit given to @bluesidez for giving me light inspo for this! (They are working on a somewhat similar AU, so please give them all the love and support!) 💛🩵

A warmness crept into your eyes, pleading for you to release the waterworks. But you kept it in, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The only things that were escaping from you were your soft moans and sighs.

The soft kisses to your lips became hungry, desperate—a man seeking hydration from being out in the desert for days without water. “Miguel—” You choke on your words and grasp his thick, wavy locks, only pushing him towards your core. He forcefully pulls away, a mischievous look on his face. The wetness coated his chin and lips while an intoxicated shade of crimson was evident in his eyes. “Use your words.” He demands. He places a heavy hand down on your abdominal area, keeping you down on the mattress. “Oh, fucking hell—” Your breath staggers like a train’s engine as you thrust your hips up to his mouth.

“That works, too.” He breathes out. His canine grazes at your clit before licking a slow strip up, keeping his eyes on you like a predator looking at his prey. But the shade of crimson in his eyes only darkened when an idea crossed his mind. He slowly pulls away, licking his lip and looking at the sight before him. “C’mon… take a seat.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head up from the soft pillows, the edge of the build-up of stimulation fading along with your excitement.

He removes his undershirt and sits beside you, getting comfortable against the bed. “Take a seat.” He repeats, soon pointing at his face. You exhale a sigh of disbelief while you find your words, which you have been struggling to do all night. “I’m not going to sit—”

“Take a damn seat. None of that hovering bullshit.” He snaps, his hand gesturing you to come closer. You did as he demanded, straddling his face but not wholly putting your weight down.

His hands guide you up to your hips and waist and yank you down to his mouth immediately.

Instead of the soft kisses he exchanged, his lips and tongue moved fervor, savoring you as if you were his favorite meal. “Give me a moment…!” Your hand reaches down to yank Miguel’s hair to pull him away. He only moved closer, not giving you a breathing chance to recuperate.

You collapse onto the flimsy headboard, resting your forehead against its top. The soft kitten licks soothed your fluttering core, his tongue lingering on your clit.

You sighed contently and settled down. But after a few soft sighs and breaths, a soft push against your entrance staggered your breathing. Miguel’s finger gently nudged into your fluttering core, slowly sliding in. “There we go…” The wet gushing sound echoed throughout the space, voiding the space of silence. A loud, obnoxious moan escaped from the back of your throat, a loud, high-pitched sound you could have never imagined that you could conjure up. You roll the curb of your forehead against the headboard and move against his fingers, running away from them.

“No, no…” He cooes to you, pushing in a second finger. “Don’t run away from me now.” Miguel’s voice is muffled as he dives into another kiss, still making his fingers into your greedy entrance. His fingers curl slightly, pushing down on your g-spot. The slow, warm build-up formed in your lower stomach, and it was only a sensation that you were familiar with. A sensation that told you to get off.

“Wait! Stop! I need to go!” Your eyes dart down to Miguel, but he ignores your pleas. “You’re doing fine, sweetie.” His words are muffled, continuing his feast in between your legs. “I think not, I’m about to—” It was too late. A warm stream leaked out with the bubbling sensation, soaking the pillows and Miguel. You exhaled a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the bubbling sensation in your lower stomach.

The movements within a few seconds flashed as you were now laying on your back on the bed and feeling a cold barrel against your puffy clit. “Huh…?” You attempt to peek down before his hand meets with your neck and pins you down onto the bed. “Stay still.” He commands, moving the barrel up and down the bundles of nerves. “Take it easy…” He whispers before the said cold barrel slips inside with ease. You pursed your lips and inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, I'm not gonna pull the trigger.”

Your inhale of air came to a seize. When did he grab the colt?

“Unless you want me to.”

“No…” You choke out. The engraved patterns on the barrel rubbed against your clit slowly, as if the bundles of nerves traced the design and wanted to memorize the texture. “Good girl.” the once cold colt mellowed out with your warmth, fogging the barrel. The thrusting of the weapon became futile, becoming more of an impossible task. “You’re close, aren't you?” He darkly chuckles as he continues with the same steady motion before you soak the colt, adding a coat of shine to the weapon. “No…” You feign confidence but fail the moment you kegal onto the barrel and finish, coating the silvery gun with a shimmer.

He pulls out and leans down, giving your entrance a deserving kiss before towering over you and rewarding you with a soft kiss. “You did so good.” He whispers, his voice sending goosebumps down your spine. He collapses next to you and pulls you close, rubbing a gentle hand down your spine. “You did good.”

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[alligatorindian]

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[smww4ever]

Kal & Diana: Rock Solid

💎

[psychedelic-charm]

I cannot believe how awesome this song is. And on a Nintendo 64 device. Rare really got creative with Conker's Bad Fur Day.

[dearoneworld]

Poem title 37: Rock

They would sayGo big or go homeGo crazy or make wavesGo hard or get madWhen everything crashes then it was never solidI would sayFace your fears with hands akimboShow fate you are the storm Even when the heavens shakeLet your heart be rock solidJoin the conversation here

[shitpostingkats]

Every time I make another attempt to get into One Piece the show immediately reminds me that it has one of the funniest main cast dynamics in the entire world

[uapro]

Having so much trouble photographing this

I pick up rocks.

My brother does too.

We'll see an interesting rock and just pick it up. And I also do it as a Keepsake, a zero cost souvenir: An actual piece of the places you've been.

I remember, we were at Valley Forge, the place George Washington and his army famously wintered, and I decided to pick up a rock. Well the place has been a farm for centuries -- rocks cleared from the fields -- but there I am hunting, none the less, and some guy sees me, gets curious and asks what I'm doing. I tell him and he seems perplexed, points to the walkway, all the rocks visible along it... "That's gravel," I tell him, or words to that effect. "That was laid down with the paving. It could come from anywhere. I want something George Washington might've stepped on."

And in the end I found my rock. But, the joke's on me, because I'm horridly disorganized and how do you tell a rock from Valley Forge from Washington DC?

This rock? Above? Paris.

Yes, Paris France. And it's pretty easy to distinguish it from a random rock found anywhere else, because it looks like a tooth! In fact, for some years I called it my dinosaur tooth. These days I prefer to think of it as a remnant of one of the revered stones of ancient time. If I'm thinking correctly, more than one were conical in shape, the one representing Elagabalus for example, and I like to imagine this being the tip, having been broken off by an angry Christian or, more likely, rampaging barbarian enraged at finding a rock instead of a gold statue within the temple...

I digress.

At some point I had decided that this would be my "Gratitude Stone."

Or rock... "Gratitude rock."

This was after they were becoming popular and I needed *Something* and then I realized, "Hey! I've got this wicked neato rock from Paris!"

Please don't tell anyone I've got it. I'm sure there's some law against picking up rocks, especially in Europe. It's been a long time -- I haven't been in Paris since 2005 -- so if they have anything like a statute of limitations I'm sure it's expired. But, why take the chance?

Our secret, okay?

[mlpoutofcontext]

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[motherismotheringggg]

the body is tea and MOTHER WANTS A SIP

[liveinvictoryeveryday]

Lent 2023 Day 11 "Rock Solid"

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20121;%20Isaiah%2051:1-8;%20Luke%207:1-10 1“Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the Lord:Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn; 2 look to Abraham, your father, and to Sarah, who gave you birth. When I called him he was only one man, and I blessed him and made him many. 3 The Lord…