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i feel nauseous

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the hair.. , the neck.. , THE NOSE.

(I know that it came out last year... shhh.. but him this particular scene.. MAKES ME SCREAM.)

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6am and situationship just sent me a you up text, do I go or do I not?!

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blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff 😍

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MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Something something getting on your knees for Joel Miller and kissing the inside of his creaky knees and his thick thighs until you reach his cock and you suck him off so passionately that spit is coating your chin. The best part? When your forehead presses against his lower tummy as you keep him deep in your throat, breathing in through your nose to keep him there without gagging. He’ll even keep a hand on the back of your head, heavy palm holding the crown of your skull to get him just a tad bit deeper before pulling you off just to do it again and again. And he’ll do it with a smile and a groaned snarl of your name once he spills on your tongue.

gif by loregifs

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like father like son 😁😁

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mr lover lover blurb was so good!!! have u seen the tiktok of harry to those lyrics 😭 literally been on repeat it’s addictive

thank you omg 🥹 and yesss I have seen them lol, literally so obsessed with those edits I had to save them to my specific Harry folder 🙃

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Are they a family? Are they gay for each other?? I have no clue but they are cats that's for sure

bonus:

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ᯓ★ MR. LOVER LOVER!

Harry has lots of love to share with the one he loves most (harry styles x f!reader, smut, 18+)

a/n: first Harry fic done! please reblog and show love if you’ve enjoyed :)

The soft light in the room made everything feel impossibly intimate, casting a golden glow across your skin. The air was thick with anticipation, with the soft hum of your breath filling the quiet space.

Harry was close, so close that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, the unmistakable presence of him settling in the space between you. He had that effect on you—always able to pull you into his orbit, to make everything else disappear. You could feel his gaze on you, a look so intense that it made your pulse quicken, even before he touched you.

His hands were gentle as they moved over your skin, tracing the lines of your body as though he was learning every inch of you, again and again. His touch was slow, deliberate, making every nerve in your body awaken to his presence.

When his fingers brushed over the curve of your neck, you shivered, the softest gasp slipping from your lips. His lips followed soon after, leaving a trail of heat as they kissed their way down the length of your throat. He was kissing you like he had all the time in the world, each press of his lips against your skin making you feel more and more exposed to him in the best possible way.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire, but also with awe, as though he couldn’t believe someone like you was here with him, sharing this moment. You could feel the reverence in his touch, the way his hands seemed to worship you, running gently over your back, moving to your waist, his fingertips brushing against the skin just above your hips.

His body was pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling in time with yours, but it wasn’t just the physical closeness that had you addicted to him—it was the way he made you feel. With every movement, every brush of his lips, every tender caress, you felt like you were the center of his world, like you could melt into him, and he would still hold you close, never letting you go.

His lips left your neck and found your mouth, the kiss deep and slow, building in intensity as he tugged you closer. You could taste the faint trace of his cologne, mixed with the sweetness of his mouth, and it drove you wild. The kiss was no longer just a kiss. It was a promise, a declaration. You could feel it in the way his tongue moved against yours, the way his hand slid down your body, sliding under the hem of your shirt to meet the smooth skin of your back. His fingers traced the line of your spine, sending a shiver through you, before his hand moved lower, finding the edge of your pants and tugging them down gently.

You didn’t pull away. You wanted him, needed him, but there was something about the way he undressed you, as if savoring every inch of your skin, that made you ache. When his hands touched the soft skin of your stomach, your breath hitched, his fingers brushing lightly over the curve of your hips. His movements were slow, measured, and you could feel the heat rising between you both, a slow burn that had you craving more.

He kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses as his hands moved further, sliding over your ribcage, before reaching for the waistband of your pants. His lips met the soft skin of your chest, kissing and teasing with a fervor that made your heart race. Every touch of his lips made your body react, made you want him more. He didn’t rush—he took his time, as if he wanted to savor every moment, every inch of you.

“Harry…” Your voice was soft, thick with desire, your hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. You didn’t want to wait. You needed him, needed the intensity of his touch.

But Harry only smiled, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Let me make you feel good. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands slid under your shirt, lifting it up and over your head, exposing the bare skin of your chest to him. He paused for a moment, just looking at you, as if savoring the sight of you in front of him. There was something in his eyes—something primal—that made you feel both vulnerable and desired. And in that moment, you wanted nothing more than for him to take control, to make you feel everything he had to give.

His lips found your skin again, moving over your chest, tracing the curve of your collarbone before dipping lower. He kissed his way down your body, each kiss driving you further into a haze of heat. When his lips found the soft swell of your breast, your breath caught, and you arched into him instinctively. His hand cupped your other breast, massaging it gently as his mouth continued its descent.

The sensation of his lips on your skin was intoxicating—slow, deliberate, teasing—but Harry wasn’t one to be rushed. He spent what felt like forever kissing his way down to your stomach, his lips tracing every inch of skin as he moved lower. He looked up at you once more, his eyes dark with desire, before he slid down further, his hands pushing your legs apart gently. There was a mutual understanding, an unspoken agreement that this was where you both wanted to be.

The moment his lips brushed over your inner thigh, a soft gasp escaped your lips. You could feel his breath hot against your skin, and the anticipation was almost too much. His hands moved to your hips, gently guiding you into place, and you could feel his body tense with the same desire that was coursing through you. His mouth was on you then, warm and eager, kissing and licking with a slow, teasing precision that made your head spin.

“Harry,” you whispered, a desperate, needy sound that had him pausing for just a moment, as if asking if you were okay.

His eyes met yours, and you saw the intensity in them, the way his gaze was almost possessive, as though he couldn’t wait to make you lose yourself in the moment, to let go completely.

His tongue flicked against you, soft at first, then deeper, the pressure building in a way that made you gasp.

The sensation was overwhelming, sending sparks through your body as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he explored you with a quiet intensity. Every movement was slow, deliberate, and filled with purpose. You could feel yourself unraveling under his touch, every flick of his tongue against your clit sending waves of pleasure radiating from the pit of your stomach.

The heat between your legs grew more intense, you became wetter, your breathing more erratic as he continued to kiss and lick you the way you liked it. He was making you forget the world around you, making you lose yourself in the sheer pleasure of his touch. Your body responded to him instinctively, your hips bucking against his mouth, needing more, craving the release that was just out of reach

He moved up your body, kissing you deeply, pulling you closer, before his hands slid to his cock, slowly guiding himself into you.

His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he moved with an undeniable rhythm that had your body responding instantly.

Each thrust of his hips was slow but deliberate, building the tension in your body, making you ache for more. His body pressed against yours with a sensual force that made you feel both claimed and cherished, every move a reflection of his need for you, and his patience. Harry didn’t rush; every motion, every touch, was carefully timed, like he was savoring the taste of you, as though he wanted to draw out every last drop of pleasure.

Your hands found his chest, gripping his muscles as your body began to move with his, your hips lifting to meet him with a rhythm that matched his. He groaned softly at the feeling, his hands tightening around your waist, urging you on as the pleasure built between you both. You could feel his breath hot against your neck, his lips kissing and nibbling at your skin as his movements grew more urgent, more demanding.

“Let go for me,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, and that was all you needed. Your body gave in, the tension inside you snapping as you cried out his name, your nails digging into his back. Harry’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, and in the moment that followed, you felt a rush of euphoria, like a storm washing over you. His movements stilled, and you could feel him follow you into the release, his body shuddering as he held you close, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and all-consuming.

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just you and Harry, intertwined, your bodies tangled in a web of love and desire. As his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. This was more than just physical. This was connection—pure, unadulterated, and undeniable.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against your ear, and you smiled, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your heart.

You were his, in every sense of the word. And he was yours.

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It’s the fact that you can tell he’s in constant pain from the way he walks

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SLAY HONESTLY

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he's just an actor and his back hurts

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Pedro at the Fantastic Four wrap party

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BREAKING NEWS: this clip of lando norris after getting pole position at the Singapore gp 2024 just received a 59 minute standing ovation from me in my bedroom after watching it for the 444th time

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It can’t be that funny.

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welcome to my formula 1 masterlist! here you’ll be able to find and read all my writing about the drivers. most headcanons include all five drivers (cs55, ln4, op81, cl16, mv1)

* indicates smut so minors dni! happy reading :)

HEADCANONS!

ᯓ★ f1 drivers reacting to getting a random hug from you

ᯓ★ f1 drivers reacting to you kissing them mid sentence

ONESHOTS!

ᯓ★ No regret - you’re wearing nothing but Landos hoodie and he is down to explore what you’re hiding beneath*

SMAUS!

coming soon

BLURBS!

Lando takes care of his girlfriend who’s on her period