He kept staring into my eyes. I wanted to look away, but it's so hard. "Baby I own the place," he said. He walked closer to me. He leaned forward so his lips slightly touched my ear, and his hot breath going down my neck. "And I suggest you leave before I fuck you up." *WARNING MATURE CONTENT VIOLENCE

in which eloise is the bassist for an up and coming band and harry is the groupie. perhaps his consistent attendance leads him to being more than just the fan. started: feb 2021 hiatus: sep 2021 - march 2022 finished: n/a highest rankings: #86 in one direction #8 in mitch rowland #55 in bands #11 in 1990s #70 in rock

It was 1972 and Winona's next road-trip destination was New York; it was sure not to disappoint.

The 1980's movie scene. Filmstar Harry Styles is casted in what is rumoured to be the next biggest film. Harry is due to play opposite actress Penelope Atwood in the romance film set in the 60's. What could go so wrong? WARNINGS IN THE INTRODUCTION.

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

SHORT EROTIC ROMANCE | [RETURNING SOON!] "Mr. Styles works the weekends as a male stripper? I thought he only gave chemistry exams, but I guess he gives lap dances too.." A SHORT STORY where a young 26 year old teacher is trying to find his way in the twisted world with a secret side job as a male stripper, and where a young 18 year old student is trying to find her way into her mysterious teacher's heart.. EXCERPT "Any questions on my homework this weekend?" Mr. Styles asked with such an intimidatingly harsh glance, a look that had Rosé weak to her knees in an instant. She looked up with innocent eyes at her teacher as both his tattooed palms were planted on either side of her, flat on the desk, his face leaning close to her as he stared with striking emerald eyes. "What homework?" And judging from her teacher's smug yet lustful change of expression, she knew he was referring to his strip show this past weekend, in which she remembered vividly watching and having her first lap dance by a certain male stripper. "The dance I gave you. Any questions or concerns on your lap dance?" Rosé swallowed nervously. "Oh." "Maybe, seeing that you are quite inexperienced with my material, I guess I could give you private lessons and tutoring if you'd like. Catered to you, of course." Private lap dances and erotic sex lessons from her chemistry teacher? Rosé had a lot to learn, and a passionately attractive stripper/teacher willing to teach her through her fantasies. ! [ heavy mature content ] ! TOP RANKINGS #1 mrstyles ( 04.20.2021 ) #1 harryau ( 08.19.2020 ) #2 harrystylessmut ( 07.30.2020 ) -DREAMCATCHERR 2020

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* *THIS IS A SHORT STORY* Harry is the captain of the football team, Abby is known for being quiet and keeping to herself, what they show online isn't what others see of them in real life. Or Harry is a camboy, Abby is a camgirl and they love each other's online personas only.

18+| Mature. Viewer Discretion is advised. ☆It's 2009, in New York, the city that never sleeps. Two people reunite after loosing their loved ones and start to live their fantasy life of sex, drugs and romance☆