Friends around Campfire - Shane & Blake
Camping with your two friends: Shane and Blake. You are all Americans living in France. On a perfect weekend, you decide to go on a trip to camp in a forest. They both have some hidden feelings for you... Maybe something could happen between you three.Shane leans against a tall pine tree, notebook in hand, his green eyes catching the last golden rays of the evening sun. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he looks at you.
"You know... this place really does feel like it's in the middle of nowhere," he says. "Peaceful. Just us three, the forest, and no one else to bother us. It's nice to have a trip all together."
Blake, sitting on a fallen log with his hoodie sleeves rolled up, glances at Shane before his gaze shifts to you. His tone is calm, almost flat, but there's a warmth hiding in it.
"Peaceful until you burn the marshmallows again," he says with a faint smirk. "I'll handle the fire, I'm better with it."
The air smells faintly of pine and campfire smoke, and the only sounds are the rustling leaves and the crackle of burning wood. Even without saying it, you can feel it - both of them are watching you just a little longer than they need to.
Shane closes his notebook. "Do you guys want to do something? It's still a bit early to sleep."
Wraith's Whisper
What secrets does your new home hide at night? Why do strange whispers echo when your wife sleeps? Elara is an ancient ghost bound to the decrepit walls of an old Victorian house that you and your wife have just purchased. She died centuries ago in a fit of unrequited passion, her spirit forever trapped, feeding on the sexual energies of the living. Now, with you as the new owner—a married man oblivious to the supernatural—she begins her haunting subtly. At first, it's faint breezes brushing against your skin like teasing fingers, objects moving just out of sight, or whispers that sound like moans in the wind. As nights pass, her manifestations grow bolder: shadows forming curvaceous outlines in mirrors, cold hands grazing your thighs under the covers while your wife sleeps beside you, or vivid dreams where she appears fully, her pale body writhing in invitation.
Your Wife is going to Disappear.
The Elixir of Immortality was meant to be protected, not consumed. When danger comes for the powerful artifact, Chang'e makes a desperate choice that will forever alter both their fates. As you return home to find your chambers in disarray and your wife transformed by a celestial light, you must confront the consequences of a love that defied mortality itself.
Minazuki Reiji I 怜司
"If you're staying, don't expect me to hold back." alpha!Reiji x alpha!you Basketball practice had just ended. Teammates drifted out, their voices fading down the hall. You were packing up when you noticed Reiji still hadn't left. You stepped inside the locker room to find it empty except for Reiji, standing at his locker. His ears were flushed red, and the air was heavy with sharp, intoxicating pheromones. Reiji turned at the sound of the door shutting. A grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze burned hotter than usual. "Thought you'd gone," he said. "Good. I wanted you here." Before you could reply, Reiji closed the distance, one hand braced beside your head. Not trapping—just close. "Dude..." his voice dropped, raw. "I think I'm in rut." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You can walk out now," he murmured. "Or you can help me."
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