#head twister

[spilladabalia]

The Honeymoon Killers - Head Twister

[hangmanbradshaw]

[zweig-eater]

oh no…. im stuck in a storm… i hope glen powell doesnt come out of this tornado and save me….

[nyaar0n]

foxes play twister

[almondcroissantsandink]

he would like to shoot some fireworks into a tornado please

[intheendloveconquersall]

tyler owens and kate carter

[goddesspharo]

this ain't Texas, ain't no hold 'em so lay your cards down, down, down, down

[fastboatsmojito]

🕸️ Promptober Day Eighteen - Dumbification 🕸️

| a/n; changed the Promptober schedule up a bit so I can actually finish everything <3

Promptober schedule here !

| cw; 18+ smut btc, title, he calls you bunny twice - mostly to make fun of your costume, scotts kinda mean as per usual <3, porn then a little plot then porn again oh my!

| wc; 710

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You had no choice but to be between him and the warm leather seat of his company car, your much cozier motel room currently occupied by the rest of the teams celebrating in their respected costumes.

You had a costume too, it was just currently residing on the car floor, well forgotten as you focused on the words and movements of the man above you. It wasn’t the most comfortable, one of your legs dangling over the seat while the other was wrapped tight around his hip.

“That good, huh?” He gruffed, spearmint chilled breath fanning over your face. If you had it in you you’d scoff at the smugness of his voice, but your brain didn’t seem to reach your mouth. His hand squishing your cheeks together, thin line of drool connecting your mouth to the space linking his thumb and pointer.

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God, it wasn’t fair. He wasn’t even wearing a costume, not that you thought he would. You assumed he wouldn’t even come but here he was, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. A poor excuse for a party guest at your poor excuse for a Halloween party.

You were sporting a bunny costume, adjusting your ‘ears’ as you frowned. Completely drowning out whatever Javi was trying to talk to you about.

“One second, Javi.”

You barely excused yourself before walking over, mirroring his stance in front of him.

“Don’t you have something better to do than stand around being pissed off at my party?”

“I’m not pissed off.” He scoffed, eyes drifting over your costume.

“You’re not even wearing a costume, Scott.” The crisp autumn air drifting through the open window, even in your less than modest outfit, wasn’t enough to cool you off now.

“You call that a costume? You’re barely wearing any clothes.” He smirked, the pop of his gum echoing in your ears as you shifted where you stood, suddenly feeling less assertive than you had walking up.

“That’s the point? Anyway, no one’s making you stay here. If you’re not having fun you should just leave.”

“Who said I’m not having fun?” He retorted, eyes dancing over you. You glanced at his mouth, watching his jaw as he chewed that stupid fucking gum that had the tendency to drive you crazy in one way or another.

Then your eyes were on his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the mere sight a common work distraction turned lecture. A thought you were ignoring until you suddenly weren’t, grabbing his arm tight and dragging him out the door and into the chill of the night.

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The harsh winds right outside weren’t doing anything for the sweat draped over your skin, body almost sticking to the seat below you as he slammed his hips into your own.

“You think I wouldn’t notice how you were looking at me all night?” He was panting over you, rugged, harsh voice over the moans you were trying to muffle, teeth chewing on your bottom lip as he kept his eyes locked on your own.

“Can’t speak anymore bunny?” He leaned in to whisper the name right over your ear, condescending tone making your eyes roll - if you could speak you’d probably call him an idiot, still intent on not letting him know just how much you needed this. Though the embarrassingly loud sounds he was drawing out of you were evidence enough.

He knew just how to get you right where he wanted you, shaky breaths stolen from your mouth as you could feel your brain being reduced to nothing. Soft at least at first with his hand against your cheek - just enough to make it almost impossible to think about anything else.

You were barely registering his voice as he hit just the right spot inside of you. His hand on your waist digging into your skin, squeezing your eyes shut as your nails scratched marks you could practically already hear him teasing you about leaving all over his back.

Before you could complain about the sudden cramp in your legs his hands moved under your back, lifting you up and settling onto the seat under him with you in his lap. Crossing your arms when the arm not wrapped around you relaxed above the seat next to him. Surely he wasn’t expecting you to do all the work.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re a bunny that can’t even hop.”

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[aceofwhump]

Twisters (2024)

[slumpmj]

i will never forgive yall for not telling me sooner that there was a latino THIS BAD in the movie industry😝

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

You want to know what line lives rent free in my head when Anthony Ramos said “Why is CLARK KENT yelling at me.” In the bloopers it lives there

[rubbersoles19]

Fun Twisters head canon that I bet y'all would enjoy:

I bet that if Tyler used to bull ride, he may have some experience with steer wrestling. So, I want to see someone push it physically (they have be to start it, the Cowboy Scientist would never) and Tyler just grabs them and effortlessly throws them to the ground and pins them, completely straight faced and without breaking a sweat. Because no human person can be harder to wrestle than a freaking Steer.

[sxggybeans]

need like a parent trap-esque fic with jake seresin and tyler owens

[greatpistachiopie]

twister and flower power 🌼

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Is this a safe space to admit I've been avoiding watching Twisters because I'm scared of tornadoes

[goddesspharo]

I said I wanna touch the earth, I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh, it sounds so good to me Cowboy, take me away