#tornado warnings

[floridagrowngirl]

Tornado weather

[satelliterrrry]

Tornado Warnings

Completed | 171k | Enemies to Lovers

"I'm not pretending," Louis spits out. "I care about Mina. Unlike you." He tries to hold eye contact, but holy fuck, Harry’s blown-out pupils make it nearly impossible. It was almost frightening. "Really?" Harry challenges. "You're not?" "No." "No?" The slam of Harry's hand against the doorframe sends Louis' heart right to his throat. "Then why do you keep looking at me like that?" Louis' eyes snap to where Harry's arm meets the side of his head, realizing he's caged him in completely. "Like what?" He swallows. Harry grins. "Like you're trying really fucking hard not to." -or- Louis knows his place: serving tea at The KettlePot, nodding along to Mina's plans for his future, and never questioning why none of this feels quite right. Then he meets her insufferable, arrogant mate, Harry. He should hate him. He does hate him. But hatred isn't supposed to feel like this. As Louis finds himself drawn deeper into Harry's chaos, he learns some lies are easier to maintain than others, especially the ones he's telling himself.

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[wolfstarwitch70]

I owe you a black eye and two kisses

[onlytiktoks]

[sabrinacdaily]

tornado warnings

[dahliaparton]

i’ll drive you home, you drive me crazy

another installment of the Tornado Warnings series ~ Rafe x Kiara

tags: established relationship, breeding kink, dubious consent (mild but it’s questionable for sure), dirty talk, possessive behavior ~ full tags on ao3

☆ COMPLETED ONESHOT ☆ 6500 words ☆

an excerpt:

“God damn, Kie – all this mess just from sucking some dick?” He pulls back from their kiss to look at her, ready to mock her again just to see more of that cute, embarrassed flush already staining her cheeks, but her next sentence pulls him up short.

“Yeah, well… I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating, so…”

At those words, Rafe experiences some sort of system failure, his synapses firing off all at once in a manic, frenzied glitch – and then not at all. His mind is replaced by a blank screen and a static-y hum: an error has occurred.

He reboots, coming back to life a few moments later with a groan and a shake of his head, opening eyes he hadn’t realized he’d shut to find Kiara’s face still inches from his, looking at him with concern, her brow furrowed.

His hand is still cupped against her cunt, middle finger nestled along her clit. With intention, he moves his fingertip against her and watches with a savage satisfaction as the small crease between her brows smooths out, her mouth dropping open on a barely audible gasp.

He clicks his tongue in false sympathy, continuing to rub her in small, teasing circles where she’s most sensitive. “Poor baby. That’s why you’re so wet, huh? My girl needs attention?”

“Not your –” Her protests are cut off as she bites her bottom lip against a moan and he’s captivated momentarily by the way her sharp little teeth sink into the plush, pink skin. “Not your girl, Rafe.”

He ignores that.

“Sensitive, too, yeah? It usually takes a little more work for me to get you moaning. I’m barely touching you, Kie.”

The words are sugary-sharp, a mocking edge to them, and he’d almost feel bad if it weren’t for the way he can feel her react to it, clenching her thighs around his hand and squirming against him as she remains straddling him in the front seat.

“Is that part of you ovulating? This little cunt’s all oversensitive and needy?” Rafe leans into her as he murmurs the words, bringing his mouth to the curve between her shoulder and neck. The singular scent of her skin and traces of her perfume fill his nose. It’s like he’s got a sick Pavlovian response to it at this point, the smell of ripe, red fruit and vanilla going straight to his cock.

Kiara nods and makes a sound of agreement, lolling her head to the opposite side so he has more room to trail open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

At the same moment that he sinks his teeth into the exposed skin of her throat, he thrusts a finger inside her.

The feel of her cunt is enough to make his eyes roll back – she’s scorching hot, and so god damn wet he can feel it trickling out around his knuckle.

She whines his name as he finds the patch of nerves against her front wall that’s guaranteed to have her coming fast. On any given day, Rafe’s confident he can get her off expeditiously – it’s not cocky if it’s true, he loves to remind her.

But right now, tonight, she’s so worked up he thinks she’ll come with just a dozen and a half more strokes of one single finger shoved inside her and the edges of his teeth working a surreptitious bruise into the side of her neck.

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[kazenorth]

If the sky turns green, then it's already too late...

How did I cope with more than forty tornadoes touching down in my state overnight? Hunker down in the basement and paint tornadoes while hoping my house doesn't blow away!

[zaralovestaylor]

photos of taylor swift x random songs from my playlist part 3 because i forgot how fun these are to make (part 1 part 2)