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When Rumi parts her lips with a shuddering exhale, body unconsciously leaning towards Mira's warmth, the tallest girl retreats. "Needy…" It's not mocking or accusing, just a mere observation.
Zoey, who is watching the interaction, lets out a nervous chuckle that makes Mira turn her head to her.
She does the exact same thing she did with Rumi, observing Zoey's big, doe eyes. "Cute…" Then she drops her hand off Zoey's chin.
Mira walks towards the sofa opposite the bed. She takes her leather jacket off, tossing it to one side of the couch as she sits right in the middle.
"Take your rings off." Her voice is commanding, expectant.
"Wh-What?" Rumi stutters.
Zoey lets out a pathetic little noise that catches in her throat, fingers instantly touching her wedding band.
"You heard me." Mira tilts her head, taking in the way Rumi's thighs press together. "Take your rings off." She repeats, tone with no room for argument.
And Mira waits, satisfied smirk and sharp eyes fixated on Rumi's and Zoey's hands, patient.
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—Rumi and Zoey are married but go clubbing to find someone to have a threesome with, and that someone is Mira.
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18 Feb 2026
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Not that she had applied for a transfer purely to increase her chances of getting laid, but her time at private university had been pretty stifling in more than a couple of ways. Between not being able to study what she wanted (fashion design and marketing) and her old roommate (homophobic), Mira had found her best option was to piss off her parents (nothing new) and enroll elsewhere for her second year.
In any case, she had just spent all night at the orientation mixer hitting on a girl who turned out to be straight, and now she’s in bed, alone, still a little buzzed from the free beer, convinced that everyone on campus is getting laid tonight except for her.
So. Laptop out, headphones on out of habit, Mira tipsily browses for some porn.
pathetic lonely lovergirl Mira spends several months watching two faceless strangers on the internet having soft, giggly, intimate sex and becomes utterly smitten. what might happen if she coincidentally became friends with them irl? (threesomes. threesomes is what happens) aka the zoerumi camgirl au
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17 Feb 2026
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Mira had hoped her status as a rare female alpha would let her escape her family’s plans, but her arranged engagement to a vapid omega – no matter if she was noble – tossed her hopes out the window. Her only escape from her unpleasant reality is chatting with her best friend, who she is in no way attracted to, Zoey, and now with Zoey’s friend LavenderDemon, who understands her situation all too well.
Rumi had never wanted to carry the weight of her House; an arranged marriage to some knothead alpha dashes her hopes that she could live a peaceful, quiet life out of the spotlight. At least her best friend (and totally not crush) Zoey understands – and so does the kind and protective MirrorVerse that Zoey just introduced her to.
Zoey is in love with her two best friends, but knows better than to hope either could love a half-American beta; So when they both start complaining about an insufferable fiancée, she give their socials to each other so they can sympathize with each other and connect. Maybe if they fall for each other, she can bring her wayward heart to heel.
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17 Feb 2026
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Lizzie Saltzman was a trained killer from birth. That’s what her uncle always said. She’d killed her twin in the womb—ate her, absorbed her—and then she’d killed her mother on the way out, a feat her uncle had been trying to accomplish for nearly a decade before Lizzie was even thought of. She was a monster hunter, and she was good at what she did. She pushed for perfection, she was terrified of failure, and she had absolutely nothing to lose. She’d never missed a shot, never let a target walk away. Until the day she did both.
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Hope Mikaelson was a new kind of monster. Not just a tribrid—a vampire, a werewolf, and a witch—but a monster who knew exactly how monster hunters worked. She’d been one herself, back when she’d gone by Hope Marshall. She knew all their tricks. She knew exactly what made then tick. She knew how they were trained and what moves they were going to make before they made them and exactly how sour their blood tasted, meant to be a deterrent but like sour candy to Hope. And today, she had a real craving.
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12 Feb 2026
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"How did you start riding?” Mira asked, moving her hand from handlebar to hip as she cruised next to Rumi.
“I didn’t have a car, couldn’t afford one. I had been interested in motorcycles for a while, and a friend tipped me off to a guy selling this bike for cheap. I scraped together some savings and here I am.” Rumi swayed her bike back and forth in her lane.
“I see. How long have you been riding?” Mira pressed out of curiosity.
“About four years now. I’ve taken care of it the best I could, done my oil changes, brakes, fluid and everything, but I think I might need a new clutch soon. No idea how to do that, and I don’t have the money for a shop right now.”
Mira nodded, mildly impressed.
“If you want, I can help you put in a new clutch. It’s not too hard, and I have the tools for it.”
The words left Mira’s mouth before she even realized what she was saying. She hadn’t helped anyone work on their bike in a long time. Not since— her.
“Miraaa, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Rumi squeaked. “It’s okay, I can just take it to the shop—”
“Nope. I’m helping you do it. It’ll be fun, promise.”
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26 Jan 2026