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Okay maybe I’m nuts but someone needs to cast Harry Styles and Jack O’Connell in a movie together as brothers!!! The family resemblance is INSANEEEEEE!!!!!

LIKE LOOK AT THEM!!!!

Do they look alike to you?

yes girl!!! 🤓☝️

no you’re insane 💀

Voting ended onJul 15, 2025

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this was a submission about why his head was shaped like this and oh babe a lot of ancient harold styles photo have been hitting the towers.

if you mean his forehead, the reason it looks so weird is because of his botox. he's trying to express a frown of contempt it seems and his face is straining hard to do it with the botox stopping him, which is why his forehead looks so fucking weird.

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I’ll paint my mood in shades of blue.

Harry Styles aesthetic

#harry's house album #harry styles #harrystyles x reader #harold styles #one direction #1d imagines #fine line era #harry’s house

Harry wrote the lyrics "So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal" to the people who wash up their face after an emotional breakdown where they cry their heart out and just want to let everything go cause they can't do this no more but are not financially in this state where they can support themselves so they wipe the tears and tie up their hair and look themselves in mirror, smile and say the word "you got this" over and over till they make another wall round their heart so no one can get past this, but eventually they do and the cycle repeats over and over again...

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A/n: this took soo long to write but I think I kinda like this one. Still not over Coachella and i don’t think I ever will be!! Also THANKYOU SOO MUCH for 500+ followers ily <3 hope you enjoy ✨

Warning: smut! Daddy kink, branding kink ( I think that’s what you call it anyways) and unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it!!

You swear you had been looking at your own ass in the mirror for 10 minutes by now, Harry was currently on stage for the second time at Coachella dancing and singing his little heart out, you can hear his voice blaring through the tv that you had on in the dressing room, not wanting to miss a beat of the show, he looked incredible in his pink and silver trousers and waistcoat dotted with strawberries and cherries, the eye catcher being the diamantéd h and s on the back pockets of his trousers, but little did he know that you had slipped on your very own pair of those exact trousers.

You had managed to get a pair after asking very nicely at one of Harry’s fitting when he was in another room collecting his things, he happily agreed ‘you want your initials on the back pockets?’ He asks certain he knew the answer already but he was quickly proven wrong.

‘Well was thinking I could have H’s initials, you know to support him and all’ you come up with a not well though out excuse that didn’t sound at all convincing.

He looks at you weirdly ‘you know what I don’t even wanna know’ he decides and you can help but laugh, you cheeks getting slightly red.

‘What are you too laughing at?’ Harry asks walking back into the room.

‘Nothing H’ you laugh.

‘Yeah it’s nothing, your girlfriends just weird’ he give you a knowing look, catching onto the fact that you wanted to keep your little transaction a secret.

You catch your self day dreaming back to that day, getting excited now that you could finally surprise Harry with them and the thought alone has you rushing to get back to the stage.

—-————

You enjoy the last 45 minutes of Harry singing some old and new songs even being joined by Lizzo for a cover of ‘I will Survive’, before Harry is thanking everyone and blowing kisses to the crowd and is then running back into your arms in a sweaty hug.

‘You did soo good my little rockstar’ you smile into his neck.

‘Thankyou baby, s’all for you’ he tells you truthfully.

‘C’mon let’s get to the car’ you take his hand leading him making sure to walk a little ahead of him because you know that he hadn’t seen your outfit choice as of yet, due to his head being a little fuzzled with adrenaline.

‘Fuck’ is all he says and you don’t have to ask him what he’s referring to.

‘What’s wrong baby?’

‘You know exactly what, where did you get those trousers?’

‘I may have asked Harry Lambert very nicely to make me a pair, how do they look’

‘Fucking incredible, especially with my intitials stapled you your ass’ he reached his hand out to run over the diamantéd letters before giving your ass a cheeky squeeze.

You finally find the car that would take you back to the hotel, but before you can say hello to any of the numerous driver and other people looming about Harry firmly grasps your hips so that you are walking directly infront of, and that’s when you feel it, you suddenly realise he was trying to conceal a now prominent boner in his pants with your body so that he wouldn’t be suspected by anyone, the feeling has you biting back a gasp.

He manoeuvres you to get into the car quickly, before shutting the door and you feel a pang of relief that there was screen separating yourselves and the driver. ‘You got hard that quickly baby’ you tease as soon as Harry slips in and slams the door shut.

‘You have no idea what you do to me’ he pulls you into his lap and smashes his lips against yours, you loved how needy he was being. The thing about Harry that he was the most caring boyfriend, the best you had ever had but another one of his traits was that he was protective and that came with a tad of possessiveness, which you were definitely fuelling right now.

The whole journey was filled with grinding and sloppy kisses, having made not effort to move off one another even when the car started moving, you barely even notice that the car had stopped having gotten so lost in each other but you both reluctantly pull away, making your way up to the hotel room trying to not get noticed by too many people.

‘What’s got you rushing H’ you refer to his fast pace and the fact that he was practically dragging you through the hotel hallways.

‘Oh darling, I promise you that you are going to be feeling me for days after we are done’ he rasps not caring now if other people heard, his desperation getting the better of him.

You don’t have time to process the thought, because soon enough you come face to face with your hotel room door, Harry fumbles for the key card and after a few tries you are finally in.

‘On the bed now pretty girl, take your top off leave the trousers on’ and you immediately do what he says, flinging your t-shirt and bra into random parts of the room before neatly perching on the bed in anticipation of what was to come.

Harry takes a few minutes of what looks like putting some things away, but really he was trying to compose himself a little, the mixture of you and the adrenaline in his system had sent his mind a bit feral. You see, he would he would always try to mark you as his from one way to another, which usually includes something a little as a visible hickey on your neck or to cumming inside of you and filling you to the brim with his warm cum, but he never anticipated how much your trousers would turn him on, he didn’t know if it was the fact that is wasn’t very subtle at all and everyone could easily see the initials on your ass letting them know that you belonged to him, he gives up contemplating, knowing he was going to fuck you either way.

‘Look at those gorgeous tits’ he raps bringing you out of your daze as he reaches out to grope one of them, tweaking your nipple in the process.

‘Who do these belong to baby?’

‘They belong to y-you’ you manage to stumble out.

‘That’s a good girl, now flip onto you tummy show me that pretty ass before I have to take them off’

You flip to you tummy facing away from Harry, you hear him groan behind you then hear things falling to the floor and you know that he is undressing taking his time so that he can enjoy the sight of your initialled ass for a little longer.

‘Can I turn back over wanna see you-daddy’ you grow desperate, the wetness in your panties becoming almost uncomfortable.

He doesn’t give you an answer, but instead flips you over himself, and you moan at how he was manhandling you. ‘Hm, how did I get soo lucky, y’look soo fucking good I’m aching’ he talks about the trousers as though you had put on a new set of lingerie before leaning in to kiss you again, and you don’t miss the fact that he is completely naked, his cock standing proud up against his abdomen.

‘Daddy can you fuck me, just wanna feel full’ you whine into his mouth.

‘Fuck baby, don’t you worry I’m going to have you cumming soo hard around my cock, gonna fill you up with my cum’ he promises.

‘I want that daddy please’ you try to get some friction to try and relieve yourself a little.

He goes to undo the buckle on your trousers, before pulling the zip down then taking the garment off of your legs along with you panties, sensing that there would be no patience for any more foreplay.

‘Look at my pretty little cunt, s’dripping for me’ he looks down at you in awe, lining his cock up to your entrance before he looks in your eyes and sees the desire in them, you give him a small nod of consent before he fills you with his cock in one smooth thrust not stopping until he is inside you to the hilt, and that alone has you crying out.

‘So fucking tight, does is feel good having to stretch round me’

‘Feel so fucking good daddy, please fuck-‘ he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, already knowing what your request would be, so he cuts you off by pounding inside your tight little pussy, the only sound internet the room is a mixture of both your moans and skin hitting skin.

‘Daddy keep fucking me like that, hitting my spot soo good’ you moan, tears starting to spill from the corners of your eyes at the intensity of his thrusts.

‘Yeah, is daddy gonna make you cum?’

‘Y-yes so good, your cock is soo big, so thick, think I’m gonna squirt too’ you admit feeling that internal ballon building up.

If Harry hadn’t been close before he definitely was now, his cock feeling constricted by the tightness of your walls that also gave him the right amount of pleasure all at the same time.

.‘I’m close’ he announces.

‘Me too daddy’ your whine turns into a scream when Harry presses your legs to your chest changing the angle of his cock completely, hitting spots that you didn’t know existed.

‘Cum for me baby, cum for daddy’ he moans at the pulsating of your walls around his length, but keeps up his vigorous thrusts nevertheless.

‘I’m c-cumming’ you moan out letting your release take over you entire being.

‘Shit’ he moans at your walls convulsing around him, he brings a hand down to your clit to aggressively ride out your high, the overstimulation makes the internal balloon inside you pop, and you are squirting all over Harry’s cock and lower abdomen.

‘Oh shit, there you go baby, let it all go’

‘Oh m-my god’ you breathlessly moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head repeatedly.

Harry physically has to bite his finger to stop himself from cumming because he wanted one more thing from you before he let himself go.

‘Who does this pussy belong to baby’ he starts pushing his cock in and out of your cunt once again.

Y-you daddy, fuck it’s all your to eat, to fuck, to cum in, always been yours’ you blabber desperate to be filled.

Your words take Harry cascading over the edge, his thrusts staggering as rope after rope of his cum paints your walls, and you swear you have another mini orgasm at the feeling.

Once he had come down from his high he practically collapsed on top of you, but the feeling of his body weight pressing down on to yours is a very welcome feeling, he tucks his head into your neck as he tries to maintain his breathing after such a heavy release, your fingers absentmindedly stroke through his hair.

‘So did you like the trousers H?’

‘I think that questions already been answered baby, don’t think i can move I came that hard’ he can feel fatigue coursing through his not only coming down from his most recent high but his adrenaline high from the show.

So what do you think I should get next, you initials over both my tits on a t-shirt of panties that have styles sewn on the them’

‘Oh my god you such a dirty girl, swear your going to be the death of me’

‘I’m your dirty girl though right’

‘Course you are, always have always will be’ he consummates his statement with a kiss, and you decide that you would definitely have to order the panties with his name on in the morning.