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Discipline. It was hard to stop herself when Zoey moved like that, when she said Mira's name like that–desperate, pleading–but now that Mira thought on it, she was curious.
"It's–I mean, y'know, it's just that–" Zoey talked fast, all the words riding one breath like she was afraid she wouldn't have time for another– "have you noticed" –and the blush returned, even more obvious now that Zoey couldn't hide her face–
She swallowed.
"Have you noticed Rumi's got fangs now?"
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Zoey's noticed some changes in Rumi, and it definitely needs further study.
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15 Sep 2025
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Huntr/x was an idol group of 3 beautiful Beta women because that is the lie they told the world, the lie they told each other, and the lie they told themselves.
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15 Sep 2025
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"Yeah, so... That's clearly not the package we were waiting for." Zoey says slowly, blinking like she’s not entirely sure her eyes are working right.
"Yep, definitely not." Rumi echoes, her voice flat but her eyes locked on the opened cardboard box with the exact expression of someone watching a bomb tick. Her mouth hangs slightly open.
They're standing in the middle of the living room, looming over the coffee table where the box had been set down. Inside, nestled in brown packing paper, is a smaller, sleeker box. Its front is taken up by a glossy, life-size picture of what’s inside, and it leaves very little to the imagination. It’s… anatomically detailed. Almost offensively so.
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Rumi and Zoey accidentally open a package meant for Mira, discover something very realistic (and hot) inside, and watch her get extremely flustered. Which, naturally, only leaves them with one logical next step: tease her until she breaks.
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15 Sep 2025
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The music thrums through Rumi like a second pulse, carrying her into the fractured light where shadows and colour blur into heat. Pressed between Mira’s steady hands and Zoey’s restless energy, she lets herself unravel, each touch and sway stripping her further of the distance she usually keeps. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and laughter, but all she feels is the warmth of them, skin against skin, rhythm against rhythm. Every brush of lips, every guiding press of hips, winds the tension tighter, until she can hardly tell where the music ends and the three of them begin.
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15 Sep 2025
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On a quiet night softened by music and candlelight, Mira and Rumi fall into the gentle rhythm of shared glances, easy laughter, and the kind of closeness that asks to be noticed. A conversation about yearning—on screen, in song—becomes something else entirely as Mira edges closer, her touch lingering, her words quieter, more deliberate. Rumi has never kissed anyone before, and Mira, bold and smiling, asks if she'd like her first to be now. Beneath the low hum of kitchen music and the glow of soft lights, Rumi learns what yearning truly looks like—because this time, it’s not on screen, it’s in Mira’s eyes.
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15 Sep 2025