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my dears, the rebrand is official.

what does this mean? well, this means you may catch me on my new blog: @saintlaurentisms.

new work will be published there & this blog will remain up until february 4th, 2024 — after that, i will be deleting skullsuited.

as for my old work, i’ll probably republish ‘primal’ on my new blog. other work we’ll have to say goodbye to — and, let’s be honest, ‘primal’ was probably the only good thing on this blog to begin with.

for those who had requests, have no fear! i do plan on writing what you asked for and i do thank you for your patience and kindness.

with all of that being said, i’ll be logging out of this account and will begin writing on my new blog. new one - shots, blurbs, imagines, etcetera, will probably be coming today or tomorrow.

thank you all for the love. here’s to the future. x

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feeling the need to rebrand…

perhaps, a new skullsuited era begins..

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drunk & high.

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an lhh!era/fwb!harry imagine that is simply riddled with pure filth, wine consumption & marijuana smoking. inspired by true events.

smut warning: some heavy degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, p-in-v sex. this is just straight up porn without plot.

Maybe it was the red wine, perhaps it was the fact that you’d both drunk almost the entirety of the bottle.

It could’ve been the joint you two smoked. Harry always has good weed, it continuously blows your mind how pure and strong it is. 

Whatever it was, it had led you to this very moment. Your feelings of undeniable lust and mutual appreciation for one another, along with your inebriation and intoxication had found a home in your bodies and the scene you were in would be burned into your memory for the foreseeable future.

Your lower half is exposed, leggings and underwear pulled down just enough so Harry has access to your core. “Please…” You whine submissively, lying on your stomach as anticipation courses through your veins. You want him so badly and the state of your mind is only making him look ten times sexier than you usually find him. 

Harry towers over you, growling with dominance and desire as he grips your hips with one hand and guides his cock into your cunt with the other, emerald eyes gazing down at you from above. 

It’s clear he wants you just as much as you want him.

Your jaw slackens as he pushes inside of you, a gasp leaving your throat as his cock stretches you out in the familiar, practiced way it always has. After a few years of exploring each other’s bodies, you both are knowledgeable in how to make one another moan or render each other absolutely speechless – though, he’s the one who usually has you doing those things. 

Harry’s quick to lie on top of you, his chest pressed to your back as he begins to thrust slowly, heavy breaths and soft grunts leaving his raspberry colored lips. Your eyes meet and his hand tangles in your hair to maneuver your head, lips meeting yours in a sloppy-sweet kiss. 

It’s brief, a gradually growing makeout session that only lasts a few seconds, but you take it for what it's worth. Then he really starts fucking you. His hands find your hips and his torso is no longer pressed to yours, but the sight above you is almost mesmerizing; head thrown back, features screwed up in pleasure and concentration and all you can do is gape at him, watch as he takes you, takes you like you belong to him and only him. 

Your eyes shut, too lost in the pleasure you’re receiving from the man hovering above you. 

“D-Daddy, oh…” You moan, body moving like the sea’s tide, allowing yourself to relax and simply be fucked by Harry. One of his hands tangles in your hair again, pulling at it before pushing your head into the mattress, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 

You both move in quick succession, the wine and the weed impairing time and heightening pleasure as your bodies mold to each other, forgetting about the outside world or your duties as adults. Right now, in the safe space of his bedroom, the only thing and only people that matter are you and him and the art you’ve both perfected when it came to being sexual partners. 

Harry pulls out of you briefly, flipping you both onto your sides before pushing back into you. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten his cock, how wet you’ve gotten as he resumes fucking you, thrusting with fervor. His right arm is wrapped around your chest, keeping you pressed to his own, while his left hand is anchored to your waist, pulling your ass into him. 

“L-love taking your c-cock.” You speak, words broken by ecstasy. 

His lips are near your ear, “Yeah, take this cock you fucking cockslut.” 

Your hand finds its way in between your legs, preoccupying your fingers with rubbing your clit in fast, small circles. “Oh my God, oh my God…”

“Gonna cum for me, darling? Hm? Are you goin’ to cum on Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes- yes, fuck, Harry.” You babble, your free hand clawing at the arm he’s got wrapped around your chest. You aren’t quite sure how much time has passed since you initially started your tryst, but you do know that your impending orgasm is approaching rather quickly. “Want- want your cum. Want you to cum inside me.” You add, hopefully spurring his own release on. 

“Yeah? You want my cum?”

You nod jerkily, body shaking as your orgasm draws nearer. You are so close, but you don’t want to cum without him.

“Then take it.” Harry growls and before your brain can register it, you feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts slowing as he empties himself. The feeling alone sends you into overdrive, your own release crashing down on you with intensity as you tense up, moaning his name like a mantra. 

“That’s it. S’ a good slut.” He murmurs, thrusting his hips languidly into you, fucking you slowly through your orgasm. Your fingers cease their movements once Harry stops his, your hand falling away from your clit. 

You both go quiet, breathing heavily as your climaxes dissipate and you wade in the post coital bliss. Harry pulls out of you gently before settling on his back, pulling your body into his. Your head rests on his chest and a smile pulls at your lips as his arm wraps around you, holding you close. 

“Can we do this again?” You ask, nuzzling your face into his chest a bit.

“I don’t see why not.” He replies. 

You nod, silence slipping over the moment as sleep pulls you both under. 

Perhaps getting drunk and high with Harry would become a whole new adventure.

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i loved this SO MUCH.

Kinktober #4 ~ Halloween Heat

Summary: Where you're trying to find a Halloween costume and Harry just can't keep his hands to himself when you come out in a matching costume to his... even though you're in public.

Warning: public sex (sex in a changeroom), penetration, dirty talk, degradation

Word count: 2.9k+

Author's note: I may or may not have gotten away with the word count on this one but oh welllll... enjoy!

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“What about this one?” Harry asked, holding up a tiny zombie nurse costume with headpiece, stethoscope and all. He had a mischievous look on his face, clearly joking about the costume.

“Funny” you snorted, turning back to the racks in front of you for other costume ideas.

“Guess that means a playboy bunny is out of the picture too?” He mused, looking through the racks for something you might like.

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, why is this so hard? I want something a bit different…. Maybe I should just make something.” You sighed, grabbing another costume that might’ve worked. You knew that going to a popular costume store would only provide popular costume options, but you just wanted to wear something a little different this year. 

“You could…” Harry shrugged, also looking through rack after rack. After having a more in-depth look around you realised that nothing was actually catching your eye. You had a whole pile in your hands to try on, but you weren’t feeling very optimistic about any of them. 

“I’ll just try these on, maybe trying stuff on will give me inspiration.” You let out a huff and Harry was quick to take the costumes for you so you wouldn’t have to hold them, leading the way to the change rooms. 

“You’ll find something, baby. Don’t stress. Halloween isn’t for ages”

“It’s in 2 weeks! How can I not stress!?” You exclaimed, “you have a costume so now it’s just me we have to worry about.” 

“I did suggest Sandy, so y’know we can be matching. But someone doesn’t like that idea.” He rolled his eyes, joking but not really. Harry really did love the idea of going matching, especially since this was your first Halloween as a public couple. But you weren’t totally sold on the idea of a tight leather outfit. 

Your confidence was lacking, you could admit that. And at a party where you’d be meeting so many of Harry’s friends, you wanted to feel confident and pretty. Or sexy. Sexy would be nice. A leather outfit showing every curve and lump just didn’t sound like a confidence boost, even if you would’ve loved to match with him. 

Harry would’ve changed costumes instantly to make you feel more comfortable, but you didn’t want him to do that when he had his whole outfit planned and even got a wig for it. Plus, admitting you didn’t want to match with your boyfriend because you were self-conscious wasn’t something you wanted him to know. Harry looked better in leather than you did anyway. 

“Sandy is always an option, Harry, but I don’t know. I wanted something a bit… more I guess?” You came to a stop in front of the changing rooms then turned to face Harry and grab the pile he had. 

“So my costume’s boring?” He raised his brow. 

“No!” You rushed, eyes wide as you cupped his face and ran your thumbs over his mouth to smooth the teasing smile he had playing there. “You look hot as fuck as Danny, promise.” You smiled at the smile that broke free through his thumbs. 

“Yeah?” He smirked, wanting to drop the pile of clothes and remove the blockage between your bodies. “Want me to prove how ‘how as fuck’ I am as Harry?” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, leaning up to peck him before you tapped his cheeks and took the pile of clothes. “Later. After I try these on.” 

You were quick to enter the change room and close the curtain between you and Harry. He groaned audibly, clearly wanting to join you in the confined space then leaned against the wall opposite your room to wait. 

Costume after costume you hated everything. They were a quick try-on then you opened the curtain and said a stern ‘no’ to Harry before closing the curtain again before he could give his opinion. The few you did like, kind of, Harry hated or had some problem with, all valid concerns that quickly changed your wavering opinion on the costume. 

“I’m gonna get one more. Stay here.” You told Harry before running off, still in socks only and dressed in the atrocious Little Red Riding Hood dress. Harry had all the patience in the world for you and he actually quite enjoyed shopping, but he would’ve much rather waited this long if you were trying on nice dresses or lingerie rather than tacky Halloween costumes that you’d only wear once. 

“Last one before we go down the DIY route?” He asked with a raised brow when you returned, the costume items hidden behind your back. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the wall, looking so sexy in his oversized sweater you could’ve cried. There was just something about him in winter clothes that turned you on. Maybe it was because of the delayed gratification you got from peeling all the extra layers off and revealing what was underneath. 

“Mhmm, now no peaking!” you kept facing him and walked backwards into the room, hiding the costume that was behind your back. 

“Why are you being so secretive?” He asked, his voice closer now. He must’ve been right at the edge of the closed curtain. 

“Because it’s a surprise” You responded, jumping up and down to get the tight leather pants on. It was actually a decent-quality costume, one you had to hire instead of buy so the pants were quite thick. The top was a bit cheaper, but okay and the jacket… that was clearly where the $100 rental fee came from because it was perfect. 

And surprisingly, the costume actually looked really fucking good on you. You loved it. That extra price clearly did something because you felt confident in how the leather shaped your curves, and the jacket seemed to just boost your bad-bitch energy. The only thing you didn’t like was the big ‘I told you so’ you were expecting from Harry when he found out you actually liked dressing up as Sandy.

“What sort of-fuck me” Harry cursed, eyes widened as you ripped the curtain open and stood with a big grin on your face, hands on your hips. 

“What do you think… stud?” You teased, only joking as you turned around to face the mirror in the changing room. “I think it’s cute.” You announced, fluffing your hair while turning side to side to look at yourself from different angles.

“Cute?” Harry repeated, stepping into the room with you. His hands found your hips comfortably, giving a tight squeeze that had you inhaling a sharp breath. “Cute is not a word I’d use to describe you.” His voice dropped an octave, getting low and rumbly and you could just feel the sex oozing from him. Harry loved it… a lot.

“Pretty then?” you asked, placing your hands over his as they snaked around your front to wrap around you properly. He stepped closer, pressing his chest into your back before dipping his face down to kiss on the side of your neck. Oh…

Then his mouth ghosted up to your ear and you could already feel that drip of arousal swirl around your belly, making it all warm and needy. But now wasn’t the time, and you really didn’t want him making you all turned on and aching for him when you still had to run more errands after this.

“Always, but no…” He breathed, lips brushing against your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment and you allowed yourself to melt into his touch.

“What then?” your voice was shaky, already showing the effect Harry had on you. 

“Sexy… arousing” your breath hitched at the way he was staring at you through the mirror, eyes dark and menacing as he bit his lip and slid his hand up to wrap loosely around the front of your neck. Fuck did you love that. “Put your hands on the mirror, y/n.”

That phrase snapped you out of it, as did the motion of him hastily pulling the curtain closed. “What? Harry, we’re in public.” You hissed, trying to turn around to face him but being unable to when he grabbed your hips tight to stay in place. 

“So? We’ve done it before…” He slid one hand around to the front of your stomach then lower, pressing right against your wet pussy through the leather pants. “Don’t you want me to make you feel better?” He cocked his head, pushing his hard cock into your ass. “To make you feel… good?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, knowing you could say no. You could always say no. But did you want to?

No.

So you said nothing else and slid the leather jacket off your arms and onto the floor, maintaining eye contact with him as you raised your hands and pressed your palms to the mirror. He smirked and pressed his fingers against your clit harder, eliciting a gasp. 

“Good girl. Now you’re going to have to be quiet, and we have to be quick. Understand?” Harry asked, looking you directly through the mirror before patting your pussy and quickly tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your leather pants and underwear. You nodded, watching as he pulled your pants and underwear down until they sat at your mid-thighs, just enough for him to have access to you but not enough to allow the pants to fall down your ankles.

Harry was quick to undo his pants and pull his cock out of his briefs, giving himself a few firm tugs before grabbing your hip and guiding himself to your entrance. It was all quick. From the moment his zipper was undone, to the moment you felt the head of his cock against your opening, to the moment his hand slammed over your mouth and nose to muffle your noise as he slid into you in one go.

He was big and hot inside you, stretching you out so the breath got knocked out of your lungs and you were trying not to let out a scream. There was just no time to prep you, you both knew that. With the way you were practically dripping for him, your walls welcomed him easily. But Harry had a big dick, something that everyone could tell based on the size of his ego and even prepped, he never failed to make you ache when he first entered you.

It was one of your favourite feelings in the world.

“Shh, gotta be quiet darling. Don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” He rumbled in your ear. The softest sexiest groan echoed in your ear as he started thrusting back and forth, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other over your mouth. 

“No. No.” you whimpered in response, the noise low and muffled while your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back against his shoulder and fingers sliding down the mirror.

He was pressed right against you, bent over so his chest was at your back. You could feel the soft knit material of his jumper against the bare skin at the bottom of your back and his hot breath in your ear with every thrust. His hand was over your mouth and nose constricting your breathing, only leaving enough room for you to pant into his palm. 

God it was incredible, and every sensation was making it more and more overwhelming. Just the thought of being caught was turning you on, that possibility of someone catching you two, maybe even stopping to watch Harry plough into you over and over again. It felt dirty to have a fantasy like that and to be fucking in a tiny changing room when anyone could walk by and know exactly what you two were doing.

“You’re taking me so good, baby. Take my cock so fucking good” He praised, sliding his hand down your nose and mouth to slide two fingers against your tongue. You gasped a little for air, allowing one hand to slip off the mirror and grab onto his wrist. The other was pressed firmly onto the mirror, keeping you balanced in your slightly bent position. “Suck.”

You did so immediately, panting through attempts at making his fingers all slick even though you could barely think with how good he was fucking you. 

“That’s it. Good girl. Just a good little slut for me, hmm?”

Your knees were wobbly, your core all wound up and when Harry used those same fingers he forced you to suck to press right on your clit, you thought you’d cry in ecstasy. He brought his other arm around your chest, firmly grabbing your breast through your shirt and playing with your nipple.

“Be quiet y/n.” Harry warned, secretly loving the idea of making you scream loud enough for everyone in the store to know exactly what was going on in here. Alas, he knew better than to give into that fantasy. You two didn’t actually want to be caught.

“Sorry. Sorry I just-fuck” You gasped quietly, eyes opening to look at him. “Feels so good, baby. Love this. Love you.”

The sight before you was something your brain just couldn’t comprehend. Your tall, soft boyfriend in that oversized orange sweater of his towering behind you with a dark look in his eyes as he fucked you mercilessly. He looked at you like he wanted to devour your mind, body and soul. You would’ve let him do just that if he asked.

“Yeah… fuck?” He hissed out the curse, trying to keep his own voice low. Your pussy just felt like heaven and he was having a hard time keeping his orgasm at bay. But it was a rule he tried to stick to as much as possible. You come first. 

“Love you too, sweetheart. No one else takes my cock like you. No one lets me fuck them like this. Only you.” He cooed it like it was a compliment, like he wasn’t dirty talking or talking about the way you took his cock. Harry uttered his filthy words like he sang his songs. Like it was natural.

Those same filthy words had your orgasm creeping up in your core, wounding tighter and tighter with every thrust and every firm circle he rubbed on your clit. “Harry… Harry ‘m gonna come” You warned, mouth gaping as you threw your head back onto his shoulders.

“Knew this got you off.” He rumbled, lips pressed to your ear and voice thick with mock. “Shit-” His words broke in a curse, his own control dwindling as his cock started to hurt just being inside you. “Knew being a little whore could get you to come. So do it. Show me what a good little whore you are.” 

You just nodded over and over again, knowing you couldn’t say anything out of fear of accidentally screaming it instead. You clutched onto him, feeling your legs start to shake and that pleasant white-hot feeling start to rush over your body. Then your orgasm crashed and you had to slam your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming, slumping forward with your hand against the glass as you squeezed your thighs tight together.

“Fuck. That’s it. Good girl, good girl. Jesus fucking-” Harry buried his face in your neck, panting as his own body shook with his orgasm. Ribbons of come filled your pussy, leaving a nice hot feeling that warmed your body from the inside out. That was another of your favourite feelings. The feeling of being full of Harry, just warm and satisfied and having him all over you. 

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You whispered, breathing out a laugh as Harry slowly pulled out of you and fastened up his pants again. He cracked a cheeky smile, quickly pulling your underwear up and then pushing your pants the rest of the way down so you could change into your own clothes. 

“I can.” He grinned at you through the mirror, to which you rewarded with an eye roll and a light slap of his arm. He feigned a dramatic ‘ouch’ then began organising the fitting room while you got dressed. He picked up the leather jacket and pants after you stepped out of them, then started folding them and getting them neat to take out again.

“You know we’re gonna have to actually buy that costume now, right? Considering how we just defiled it” You spoke up, tying up your shoelace. 

“I knew we had to have it the second I saw those leather pants on your ass” He teased, patting your ass before grabbing your handbag and the Sandy costume, putting the former across his body like it was his own bag. “Grab the rest f’me while I go pay for this. Then I’m thinking sushi for lunch. What do you think?” 

You just muttered a ‘sounds good’ and gawked at your boyfriend, who then opened the curtains and held them open for you to go first like a true gentleman.

Sometimes you couldn’t believe that the man who carried your purse so you wouldn’t have to and never let you open your own door was the same man who fucked you like he hated you and called you a slut for liking it.

Yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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i <3 5sos

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troye sivan’s album came out and one of the songs off of that album has inspired a very angsty, very smutty harry one-shot. this is dedicated to my fellow non-binary folk. i love ya.

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nice work x

uh — THANK YOU. i’m honored, holy hell. i love your writing immensely. thank you so much, that means very much to me. x

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heyyyy can I just say I absolutely adore you're writing so much, I wanted to ask if you could write about a reader who's always struggled to make friends and feels lonely and and harry just comforting her, thank you🫶🏽

anon, you’ve made my day. thank you for loving my writing, it truly means the world to hear that. as for your request, i can totally do that! i do have two other one-shots in the process of being written, but i’ll add your request to my list!

thank you, again, for being so kind. i truly appreciate it. much love!

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hawaiian party.

inspired by this song.

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an fbh!era/college!au imagine full of angst, humor, smoking weed, hiding in a bathroom at a party & grief.

content warning: marijuana usage, mentions of disordered eating, feelings of loneliness & dealing with a parent’s death.

This was the first time you'd been out since your mother's death. Unwillingly so, and yet, here you were, hiding in your best friend's bathroom at a college party. How depressing of you.

Nadia, your best friend and Alpha Theta's starry-eyed sorority member, had practically pleaded on the phone with you to come out and 'let loose', because 'your mom wouldn't want you to rot in your dorm room, eating M&M's and watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy'.

You hated that she had a point. You hated that this was what your life had come to.

Nadia had also mentioned that a few of your other friends would be attending the party and they had, apparently, mentioned how much they 'missed you' and 'wanted to see you'.

How could you say no to them? If you turned them down, you would be stuck in the same bottomless pit of loneliness, grief and M&M's.

For Nadia, for your friends and for your mother's memory, you had decided to attend the party at her sorority. Many of the people there, you didn't know or really bothered to speak to. As you arrived, you noticed a few of your friends lingering around. Niall was talking to Michael and Luke, Liam and Calum were playing spin the bottle with a few strangers, Nadia was nowhere to be seen and Harry was up against a wall, a joint in between his fingers.

He had been the first one to make eye contact with you, to notice your presence. A smile pulled at his lips and before you knew it, he was chasing you upstairs to the bathroom, racing after you as you tried to ditch the scene.

Which is where you are now: in the bathroom, sitting against the tub with Harry sat next to you.

"You've been away." He breaks through the silence between you, taking a drag from the joint he'd been puffing at.

"Yeah." You reply quietly, eyes cast downward, tracing over the tile.

"How, um... how have you been..." He trails off, trying to find the right words.

"Coping?"

Harry looks at you now, emerald eyes overcome with worry and concern for your wellbeing.

"Not very well. I haven't really... haven't really eaten properly. I mean, you know my relationship with food is..."

"A rollercoaster. Been that way for a very long time. I know."

You sigh, unsure of what to say. Of course, Harry knew. Other than Nadia, he was your closest friend. You'd met in high school and were inseparable ever since. Your fingers twitch towards the joint he's holding, and he hands it to you, watching you take a drag from it.

"Your mum was a good person, Y/N. I know she fucked up a lot of things, but one thing she was truthful about was how much she loved you."

"Y'know, what the really fucked up part of that is?"

"What?"

"I don't believe she truly loved me. I mean, after everything she put me through, how can you call that love?"

"Everyone has their own version of love, Y/N. Whether we understand it or not, is completely up to us."

A half-hearted smile tugs at the right corner of your lips. Harry's very emotionally intelligent and opening up to him, even if it's surface level, is helpful.

As you hand him the joint, a question brews in your mind, "What do you think? About love, I mean."

Harry chuckles, taking the joint from you. "I'd like to think that love is a word for a feeling no one can truly describe. I don't believe it's conditional or should be tied down to a person, place or thing. Love, like any other feeling, should be felt freely. Love is part of the human experience."

"Okay, Professor." You grin, "Maybe you should be studying psychology, become a therapist."

"Mm," He hums, "What have you been up to? Besides hibernating."

"I'm watching Grey's Anatomy again."

"Again? Christ, this is the third time!"

"I'm almost done with Season 11, believe it or not."

"Jesus. Do you not get bored of looking at Jesse Williams?"

"Never."

"Is that all you've been doing?"

"What, is wasting away in my bed, anticipating the next time Dr. Jackson Avery is on my screen, not a healthy way to cope with the fact that my mother's dead?"

"You're passively grieving, Y/N. Hell, I don't even think you've allowed yourself to fully process."

"These things take time, H. I can't just piece myself back together."

"S' not what I'm getting at, love. I think you're pushing your grief to the side."

"Harry..."

"If you need a reminder that you can come to someone, that you're allowed to shoulder the burden with someone else, I'm happy to give you one. You can't go through this alone, no matter how hard you try."

"You know just what to say, don't you?"

"Maybe I should become a therapist. M' quite good at it."

"Well, in that case, should I open up now or let you get your PhD first?"

"Don't bother. Dr. Styles is in."

"In all seriousness? Thank you, H... for letting me just... be."

"Don't have to thank me, love. M' always here. Now, why don't we get out of here, smoke a bowl in my car and get you a cheeseburger?"

"Sounds good to me, Styles."

Harry stands, the joint he'd been holding in between his fingers had burnt out. He tosses it in the trash bin near the toilet, before holding his hand out for you to take. You smile up at him, taking ahold of it.

Exiting the bathroom, you both weave through the party and head out into the night.

If there's anything your mom would have wanted for you, it was to have someone like Harry. Harry was supportive, thoughtful. He knew you better than you knew yourself and, at times, you were grateful for that.

With death, comes life. With life, comes love.

Perhaps, Harry would open your eyes to that.

You had hope that he would. That he will.

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i wake up to find two of my fave writers on this godforsaken app have followed me. so, new smut one-shot coming REAAAAALLYY soon.

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okay, but… do i start writing for all of the 1d boys? would anyone be interested in a smutty zayn one-shot/imagine or a chaotic louis one-shot? so many people write for harry, but not many of the other lads get love and i feel like they should!

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paramore/hayley williams is really out here inspiring my next two smut imagines…

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primal.

an lhh!era smut blurb featuring a breeding kink, hair pulling, mentions of a sex toy (pussy plug) and insinuation of a creampie.

Harry’s propped himself up on his forearms, strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead and neck because he and his girl have been going at it hard.

The only real noise coming from their bedroom is the way the bed is creaking underneath the weight of Harry’s pointed, timed thrusts, skin occasionally slapping against each other, his heavy breathing and soft grunts leaving his kiss swollen, shiny raspberry lips and she’s whining, back arched slightly, moaning his name like some sort of holy prayer.

Harry licks his lips, then pauses his thrusts for a moment, settling most of his weight on top of his lover as he guides his right arm away from the side of her head, coating two of his fingers with his saliva and slowly inching his hand down in between their bodies, the pads of them rubbing gently over her sensitive pink pearl. She gasps, hands tangling in his hair and pulling, making him growl — Harry adores having his hair pulled. “Yeh want to cum f’ me, baby?” He asks her, nose nudging against her own, lips parted and ghosting over hers. Harry has continued his thrusts now; languid, but rough. He’s really taking the words ‘fucking someone into the mattress’ to a whole new level.

The woman, this divine little creature underneath him can’t even speak, a bubble caught in her throat as he fucks her. “Words, angel. Need t’ hear you, yeah?” He hums, fingers continuing to work on her clit in pressured, slow little circles. “Oh, please, Harry,” She finally manages, swallowing thickly. “Please make me cum.” She begs him quietly and this surge of pride, of satisfaction washes over him. Harry craves her release; knows he needs it in order to feel like he’s done a good job in bed. “Yeah, pet. I’ll make yeh cum. Fuck, m’ goin’ to make you cum so hard, I promise you.” He swears, practically vows to her and all she can do is nod, “Put a baby in me.”

That stirs something up in him, awakens this primal urge to fill her up the only physical way he can. A wrecked noise leaves his throat, jaw slack, lips brushing over hers and catching against her teeth. “Goin’ to put a baby in yeh. Goin’ to.. hell, goin’ to plug your cunt an’ make sure it sticks.” He growls, teeth clashing against hers in this heated, sloppy kiss and he thinks their souls are bound in this very moment, that his seed is the source of this woman’s happiness. The two fingers he’s got on her clit are rubbing a bit faster now, he’s barely lifting his hips to really thrust, only grinding against her to edge his cock further into her cunt.

She whines against his lips, panting as her impending orgasm draws closer, the pressure in between her legs growing heavier. "Fuck, Har-Harry.." The sweet, unholy angel gasps between bated breaths, manicured claws scratching at Harry's scalp. "I'm going- I'm going to cum."

He growls, a low thrumming in the back of his throat. Emerald eyes are dilated, onyx pupils creating a black hole of lust and affection for the beauty taking his cock beneath him. "Cum f' me, baby. Cum all over my cock." Harry urges her, his two fingers on her bundle of nerves flickering and playing as she gasps sharply, features twisting up in pleasure as her orgasm washes over her body, flooding her system. Her nails claw at his head, the pinpricks of pain sending a shiver down his spine and before he can realize, his own release crashes over him like a wave, drowning, lapping over him as though he was stuck in the ocean during a storm.

"Fuck!" He swears, hips stuttering against her own. Harry's hands slide up his lover's body, grasping at her hips and the sheets around her. His head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes screwed shut as he empties himself inside of her, groaning. His body is still, sweaty, flush against his darling's as they come down from their highs as two panting messes.

"You," She begins, swallowing and catching her breath, "You should grab that plug you were talking about..."

Harry chuckles breathlessly, nodding, "Yeah. I will, jus- just let me stay here for a moment."

Wordlessly, they lay together. Unmoving, intertwined together in intimacy and adoration, minds shifting past the primal urges felt only moments before and settling into a state of bliss.

[skullsuited]

skullsuited’s masterlist!

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series:

serendipitous. ( harry x lily collins. )

fluff:

hawaiian party. ( college!harry, fbh. )

smut:

primal. ( blurb, lhh. )

drunk & high. ( fwb!harry, lhh. )

medicine.

one of your girls. ( harry x nonbinary!reader. )

crushcrushcrush. ( college!harry, fbh. )

angst:

spiderwebs.