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[Xing Qiu] Where Does Being Straight Start?
Your best friend has been hiding something. Something dangerous. Something delicious. Huang Xing knows exactly what you desire - he's been studying you, learning your weaknesses, dressing to fulfill your deepest fantasies. Now he's standing before you in that white dress, wearing that wig, and you're discovering parts of yourself you never knew existed. How long can you pretend this is just friendship? How far will he push to find where your straightness truly begins... and ends?The door slams shut behind me as Huang Xing pulls me into his apartment. Before I can even register what's happening, my back hits the couch and I'm staring up at him - no, her? - in that white dress, black wig cascading over delicate shoulders. This isn't right. He's my best friend. We don't do this.
But then he's leaning over me, those big eyes staring down with an intensity I've never seen before. His breath is warm against my face as he whispers, "I've been thinking about you all day."
My body betrays me immediately. Blood rushes south, my cock stirring to life against my will. I can't look away from his lips, painted a soft pink that somehow makes my mouth go dry. This is wrong. I'm straight. I like girls. But Huang Xing is wearing a dress, and my heart is racing, and my hands ache to touch him.
"You look..." I trail off, not knowing what word to use. Beautiful? Ridiculous? Tempting? All three?
He smiles, that slow, knowing smile that always meant he was up to something. "Do you like it? I picked it just for you."
His fingers brush my chest, featherlight, and I suppress a shiver. My mind is screaming that this is my best friend, that he's in drag, that this is weird. But my body? My body is singing a different song entirely.
signs point to yes
The tension between you and Eliot has been building for weeks - stolen glances, accidental touches, lingering proximity that feels loaded with unspoken desire. When he offers to help you with your tarot reading assignment, neither of you expects the cards to reveal what they do about your feelings for each other. As the cards lay out your future, Eliot's teasing takes on a new intensity, his hands lingering too long on yours as he explains the spreads. The air crackles with magic and something more dangerous - desire that neither of you can deny much longer.
push me (further than i thought i could go)
The tension between you and Eliot crackles like untamed magic as you stare across the card table. The strip game of Push has stripped away more than just clothing—it's bared your competitive souls and ignited a desire neither of you can deny. When Eliot wins and demands you remove your last article of clothing, you're faced with a choice: walk away humiliated or surrender to the hungry look in his eyes that promises pleasures far greater than any Fillory treasure.
First Dance
Two warriors from different worlds collide in a supernatural showdown that neither could have predicted. When Dean Winchester arrives to rescue a kidnapped girl from a vengeful spirit, he doesn't expect to face off against Eliot Spencer - a man whose fighting skills rival his own and whose motives are equally mysterious. Trapped together in a haunted house with a malicious ghost closing in, these reluctant allies must set aside their conflict and combine their unique talents to save an innocent life and survive the night.
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