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    It’s not until later when they are freshly showered and dressed comfortably in their pj’s, take out boxes in hand while they watch their nineteenth rewatch of Grey's Anatomy (Mira’s favourite), that Rumi finds the courage to bring up just what had been circling her mind since...since-

    “Were…were you two serious…about what you said…earlier.”

    Zoey’s chopsticks pause halfway to her mouth, and Mira quickly turns the sound of the TV down.

    “You’re going to need to be a little more specific than that Princess.” Mira says, leaning back on the sofa and slipping her fingers between Rumi’s and giving them a light squeeze.

    “About...you know. Denying me. Properly. For longer.”

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    24 Jun 2026

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    Mira fights the urge to sob, to shift her hips forward just the slightest bit, for the smallest amount of relief, the smallest-

    Please, Rumi?”

    There’s a low laugh from her girlfriend; quiet, easy. She feels the rumble of it everywhere they’re pressed together. Rumi’s voice is cool and amused as she says, “Oh, now we’re saying please?”

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    03 Jun 2026

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    “She begs so nice, doesn’t she,” Zoey muses conversationally as she sits up slowly. “Just gotta get her going a bit, huh?”

    “Yeah,” Rumi agrees, and they’re such assholes because they know how much she gets off on this, on the way they’re talking about her like she isn’t even fucking there. “Get her a little fucked-out, a little desperate, and she sings so sweet. Isn’t she pretty like this? Kinda makes me wanna keep her right here a little longer.”

    “Please, Rumi? Please? Fuck, god, I’ll do anything, Zoey-”

    “Shh, sweetheart, don’t interrupt, we’ll get there. Yeah, shit, she’s gorgeous like this. Head empty, huh?” God. God.

    “Mmhm. Oh, she liked that.” Fuck fuck fuck. She’d tightened hard at that and hoped against hope Rumi wouldn’t notice. Of course she had.

    yup still dying

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    "You've got good taste," Mira said before taking another sip.

    Zoey glanced around to make sure both of the other passengers had their headphones on, then lowered her voice even further. "I've been told I taste amazing."

    Flight attendant Zoey is outrageously flirty and extremely bored, and she's going to make it the problem of two very attractive and surprisingly receptive passengers.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Zoey and Mira walk into a bar…

    Bartender Rumi comes face to face with her favorite adult actors. I mean, she meets them. I mean-

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Ryu Rumi is the picture perfect Idol - She is polite, talented, and always the perfect people pleaser. Her career is solid, people love her... yet she feels wound so tight her own skin tingles with need. That need is never met, no matter what she tries to soothe it.

    Or: The BDSM/Kink Lifestyle AU literally no-one asked for.

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    17 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Rumi exhales, long and slow, some of her nerves bleeding into the steam rising from Zoey’s untouched tea. “I just don’t… want to make a fool of myself.”

    Zoey blinks once, twice, then grins wide and feral. “Rumi. It’s a club full of socially anxious introverts with elaborate communication strategies and colour-coded consent charts. You will be the coolest person there by default.”

    Rumi laughs—the real kind, not the polite music-industry version—and Zoey’s grin widens in satisfaction like she’s just cleared a boss level.