“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?" A post-Reichenbach BBC Sherlock story. First person present tense.

My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion does is install a narrow tunnel into his eyes, a conviction like no other. "Isn't every writer?" All Allen Ginsberg needs is a library book on rhyme and meter, things he absolutely abhors for being so ever present yet things he requires for his blog article. What he finds is rather a young librarian and writer by the name of Lucien Carr, choking on cigarettes and booze and the glamorous life of deterioration -- and just like his writing, it's quite magnificent. ~~Wattpad Featured Book 19 September, 2016~~

"be good for daddy, won't you?" *COVER: me <3

After six new boys meet (Y/n), they begin an unhealthy obsession over the female and soon take it too far. There's not much chance of her escaping their thoughts or hands but she's definitely going to try when she's had enough.

This is a Dirty Harry Imagine, Sexual content so I wouldn't recommend for you to read it I you're under 13.

Scarlet was a quiet girl who kept herself to herself. But when her mum and dad split up, she is forced to move half way across the country. And when the dangerous Harry Styles sets his sights on her - things go from bad, to worse. With Harry's enemies after her, will she live to see tomorrow?

"I got backstage passes to One Direction and you're coming with me!" I knew those were the words she never wanted to hear, but unfortunately that sucks for her. Hi I'm Michelle Davidson, I'm a huge Directioner. My best friend Rachel Phillips..............not so much. Let's just put it this way, she HATES One Direction. So what happens when I drag her to their concert? I guess we'll have to wait and see. The amazingly awesome cover was made by: xDemonsFlowerx