misbelievs

oc multimuse

[misbelievs]

hello

[phoebedynevors]

Zoë Kravitz as Rob in High Fidelity (2020) dir. Jesse Peretz

[lizzieforbes]

[naazyalensky]

Zoë Kravitz as Rob in HIGH FIDELITY ||| 1.07

[bisexualrosita]

“rosita espinosa … you are damn near perfection, you know that?”

[misbelievs]

coolwxthyou‌

cara’s comfort does put cass at ease, if only slightly. her own tendency to get stuck in her worried head space had created most of her anxiety in the first place, but the other woman’s words feel so calm and confident. it was easy to forget whatever she was worried about, and get lost staring into cara’s beautiful eyes. “you own this bar? like, the whole thing?” there’s an impressed look on cass’s face, eyebrows raised slightly, smile only growing by the moment. “that’s so cool! it’s a really nice bar. this is my first time visiting, but i’ll definitely be back again.” head tilted to the side, her enthusiastic smile quickly shifted into a smaller grin…more flirty, less nervous and excited. “i’ll take a drink, but only if i can have a side of your company to go along with it.”

proud smile instantly grows, glad she can impress the woman (and if she’s impressed by this, then she can surely do so much more.) “yes, the whole thing! kind of my life-long dream. well, when i was 13, i didn’t exactly imagine my own business as a BAR, but -  i ended up here anyway. and now, here we are.” because that makes all of this even more exciting. “you’d better. i’m looking forward to seeing you here again. i mean it, it really is a nice surprise to see you here. any day you pop in is bound to be a good day.” and it’s not just for her business, either. it’s for her company. she hums, pretending to think i over. “yeah, i think i can do that. you’re the only one here i’m interested in talking to now,” she insists.

[misbelievs]

coolwxthyou‌

cass’s awkward smile quickly turns into a big, beaming smile when she soaks in cara’s grin. she’s glad that the other woman seems happy to see her, rather than confused by her greeting - and, she’s even more impressed when cara remembers her name. “right! cass. and you’re cara, yeah?” she almost pulled her signature move of pretending to forget her name, just to come off as aloof…but, that doesn’t seem appropriate given the circumstance. she feels a little flustered, even despite cara’s warm welcome. she’s usually good at flirting, but she doesn’t even know if she’s allowed to flirt with cara. “i definitely feel like i’m the lucky one,” she admits, punctuating her words with a quiet giggle. “so are you…i mean, do you come here often?” she mentally scolds herself for using such a stupid, cliche line.

her smile is contagious, making cara’s grow even more as she watches it. “you’ve got that right. extra points for both of us,” she teases. a brow raises, intrigued by her words and feeling even more glad that she’s here, especially now that they’re talking to one another. “you do? then maybe we’re both better off... to be here, talking to each other.” she laughs, because she can tell that cass is nervous, and she finds it endearing. she only wants her to fee comfortable with this, because cara certainly is, and whatever awkwardness there is in the air, they can work to slowly clear it. her lips rub together as she looks around, trying not to allow her smile to grow so much, but it does anyway. “i’d say it was fate that brought us here together, but...” she trails off, letting her eyes meet hers again. “actually, i own this bar. live right upstairs in the apartment with my son.” she takes a step closer, pretending that it’s just the loud crowd she’s trying to avoid, but the reality is she just likes being near her. “and i may not be running the bar tonight - but how about drinks on me anyway?”

[misbelievs]

coolwxthyou‌

open to: anyone, any gender! connection: your muse is a hot parent that cass met at the open house of the elementary school she teaches (art) at, basically.

out of all the places she’d run into one of the parents, a bar wasn’t really the worst place. she once ran into someone with decidedly soccer mom vibes in the middle of a sex store. now, that had been awkward. this was fine, cass told herself, even as she sat at the bar with a glass of wine in her hand. at least she wasn’t doing tequila shots! the worst part of it all was which parent it was — a decidedly attractive and charming one, someone cass had maybe spent a little bit of time gushing about to her friends just moments prior. which would be more rude? approaching them, or pretending they hadn’t made eye contact from across the bar. after arguing with her group of decidedly more drunk girlfriends, cass was practically pushed in the direction of the attractive parent. “oh, hey! fancy meeting you here,” she’s off to a great start. not really, she’s actually dying of embarrassment.

it’s not often that she sees people connected to her son here, though she’s never been upset about running into anyone. this is the bar she owns - most of her costumers are people she already knows personally, but every once in a while, she runs into someone like her. beautiful, charming, sweet, and absolutely cara’s type. lucky for her, she’s got the night off, having only come down to make sure her bartenders were were doing okay.  it definitely feels worth it as she runs into the beautiful woman she had hoped she would eventually see again - she just didn’t imagine it’d be here. “hey, you.” the words are paired with a sweet grin, her head tilting to the side. “cass, right?” she plays it nonchalant, though she couldn’t forget her if she wanted to. of course she remembers her name. “well, aren’t we lucky to run into each other?” at least, she hopes it’s not a bad thing on her end - cara certainly doesn’t mind.

[misbelievs]

mcngolove‌

yoona lets fawn guide her hands to her breasts, watching with curious eyes. she knows exactly what direction this is going to and she’s definitely not complaining. “yeah?” she asks once she gets her roommate’s consent. she starts running her hands over her breasts, cupping them to let her thumb brush over her nipples. “i don’t even know where to start.” slowly but surely, her hands start roaming around fawn’s body: her palms run over the planes of her stomach, fingers dancing along her soft skin as she commits the sensation in her memory. they’ve barely done anything and she feels like her entire body is on fire. this feels nothing like her past hookups; she’s never felt this turned on before. when fawn places her hands on her hips, yoona steps closer, their bodies almost pressing against each other. “fawn,” she murmurs, her voice breathless when her roommate goes into detail about what she’s going to do with her. “gonna make me cum just once?” she asks with a teasing smile. feeling hands underneath her shirt, yoona slides her arms around fawn, exploring the expanse of her back and resting on her ass, finally pressing their bodies flush together. “god, do whatever you want with me.” glancing down at fawn’s mouth, yoona’s tongue juts out and runs over her lips, practically begging her roommate to kiss her. “please.”

she waits for yoona to get comfortable before she allows herself to give into the feeling, wanting to make sure this is still all about yoona, more so than it ever is about herself. fawn already knows that she’s attracted to yoona ( she always has been, but she’s never had reason to act on it. ) right now, it’s about helping yoona figure out her own curiosity, and fawn certainly doesn’t mind being at the center of it all. she lightly pushes herself into her hands, a soft sigh falling from her lips at the contact. “you’re doing great,” she whispers, something she will continue to give her - praise. teeth bite down on her lip as yoona’s hands start to move, fawn’s body squirming lightly. a small smirk begins to form on her lips, something smug as she looks up at her. “i’ve always wondered what you might sound like when you moan. i’m sure it’s beautiful. i’m betting i won’t want to stop hearing that,” she taunts. “once...? you deserve more than that.” and she promises to give it to her. as their bodies press together, her hands slide up her shirt more, thumbs sliding over her skin, so desperate to put her lips all over it - but still, she’s patient. “are you sure?” she whispers in response, leaning in even closer. “because there’s a lot i want to do to you. a lot i’m sure you’ll love.” and she can tell where yoona wants to start, fawn’s head leaning in almost enough to close the distance, but she stops just before, only to taunt her. she wants her body to feel every moment of this, even before they even get anywhere. but after a few more moments, she can’t wait any longer either, finally closing the distance and pressing her lips in hers gently. her hands slide up her shirt even farther, but again she taunts just before getting to her chest, sliding her hands back down to find her waist. without parting her lips, she pushes her back onto the bed gently, her body hovering over her roommate’s. finally, lips part, and she brings her hands down to her shirt to pull it off her body. eyes scan  her, pleased by just how beautiful she is. she leans forward again, her lips pressing to her neck,  then down towards her chest, waiting for a sign that she’s ready for more.

[plumwrites]

more f/f plots because we all need more f/f plots.

after midnight ; muse a works at the local cornerstore as well as being in school to pay for books and keep herself alive, and usually gets stuck working the graveyard shift—which she admits can be kind of amusing considering the people that come in. in particular, she notices muse b, a cute girl who comes in at least every friday to pick up a box of condoms, a bag of candy and painkillers. sometimes they talk and joke, but muse a never hits on her because ‘of course she probably is straight.’ however, after jokingly saying ‘have fun with the boyfriend!’ after ringing muse b up, she’s surprised when muse b turns before leaving, laughing and saying ‘i like girls. cute ones.’ with a wink. cue late night flirting and kissing when there are no customers!

the wire ; muse a and muse b met during their first year of college while trying to join up for a sorority. sparks flew and now in their junior year, they’re a hot couple: usually pictured at all the parties, always hanging onto to each other—they are the envy of most couples on campus seeing as they’re always getting along— but when a new rush season starts and muse a starts to get close to a new pledge, muse b gets jealous and begins acting out of character and starts flirting with other girls—putting a major strain on their seemingly perfect relationship.

who are you ; muse a is one of those girls. the “i’m not like those other girls,” type. who refuses to buy starbucks, wears glasses, reads books, drinks tea, watches dr.who like her life depends on it, and has the typical internal misogyny glued right into her and refuses to change. muse b is one of those girls, and she really doesn’t care. she’ll wear her uggs, makeup and show up to every event with starbucks and instagram her cup because the barista wrote her name cutely that day. they end up working together at a retail place in the mall and muse a can’t stand muse b , that is until muse a is being harassed in the parking lot late at night after her shift by a bunch of guys while waiting for the bus, and muse b shows up out of nowhere and tells them off, driving muse a home while fuming about the boys, all the while checking to make sure muse a is doing okay. in the days following when muse b is driving muse a to and from work, muse a realizes something: she has a major crush on muse b, this preppy girl who swears like a truck driver at boys and smiles like miss america at every girl she passes— the very girl she thought she hated.

falling ; muse a and muse b are finally living out their lives together— a new apartment, stable jobs, and of course each other. as well as one on the way—they’ve decided to go ahead and adopt a three year old girl. things are great for the first couple months— the child is happy, the couple is doing okay, but after a while muse b is having a hard time adjusting to life like this and is having thoughts of leaving, but doesn’t know what to do. instead she draws back from her girlfriend and child, spending time out with friends and coming home drunk, causing for many fights with a very frustrated and confused muse a .

[dailyau]

“You kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” AU

- (fullhomosapien)

[misbelievs]

mcngolove‌:

yoona widens her eyes even more, imagining an entire day with a girl between her legs, getting her off over and over— she coughs, squirming around even more. she tries crossing her legs to relieve some tension, her mind going on overdrive. but, her thoughts are interrupted when, from the corner of her eye, fawn peels off her shirt, showing off her topless body. yoona gasps in anticipation, her hands gripping the nearest surface and her thighs squeezing in an instinct. her eyes sweep over her roommates’ figure, her tongue sweeping over her lips. “it’s… uh… definitely making me feel… something.” she glances back up at fawn with curious eyes, a slow smile slowly growing on her face as she slowly realizes where this situation is going. standing up from her seat, yoona approaches fawn, her eyes focused on her chest as she closes the distance between them. “what… um…. what are you planning, exactly?”

she notices the way she squirms lightly, how her thighs press together - and so badly, she wants to relieve that tension for her, to make all of this so clear in her mind.  she doesn’t answer her question right away. instead, her hands reach down for hers, grabbing them ever so gently. slowly, she brings them up, placing yoona’s hands against fawn’s bare breasts, eyes staying locked with hers. “i’m planning to let you explore,” she answers simply. “whatever you’re curious about, i want to show you. touch me however you want.” her hands slide away, giving yoona the control to do as she pleases. but this isn’t about the pleasure fawn gets from the feeling of her hands against her - it’s about letting yoona open up, to get her own answers in the best way she can. “my plan?” she asks, a smile spreading over her lips as she leans in even closer, hands reaching for her hips carefully. “i’m going to make you cum,” she speaks quietly, as if it’s a secret between the two of them. “---if you’ll let me.” her forehead presses into hers, hands sliding up her waist just enough for fingers to sneak under the very edge of her shirt. eyes look down to her lips, then to her eyes again. “will you let me, yoona?”

[misbelievs]

it’s mortifying. she had spent the last year adjusting to her first year as a 2nd grade teacher, rarely allowing herself any time for herself. it wasn’t until recently that she found herself on tinder, not looking for anything serious - just casual hookups as she slowly works her way up to something more, whenever the time is right. she thought she had been careful about everything - until she wound up face to face with one of her most troublesome student’s mother, the very woman she had such a wild, incredible night with the weekend prior. the only relieving part about this all is that her child isn’t here right now - it’s just the two of them in her classroom. but that’s the bad part too. now, she can’t calm her nerves for anything, barely getting through her explanation of her child’s recent actions. “----- is it, like, really hot in here? it’s really hot in here,” she mumbles, hang tugging at the edge of her shirt as she adjusts in her seat awkwardly, clearing her throat. “sorry, um, do you... have any q---” she can’t finish once her eyes lock with hers again, and she decides to drop the professional act. “okay, this is weird, right? it’s weird. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i--- i didn’t want it to be, i just never thought the next time i saw you it’d be here.” because she wanted there to be a next time. “i hope you don’t think i’m.....” not fit to be her child’s teacher? she’s not sure, all she can do is stare back at her nervously.  @ncrthernlights​.

[misbelievs]

she puts on a persona every time she’s out.  nothing about her here aligns with who she is during the day - a woman who plays by the rules, focuses on nothing but her mundane job, and barely allows herself any sort of fun.  but at a night club, she’s different, letting loose in a short, tight dress her friends would never believe she wore, dancing with strangers with every intent to go home with one if that’s where the night leads. she can be wild, she can be reckless - she can be anything but the girl she normally is, and that’s exactly what she’s doing as she dances with the woman,  hips grinding into hers, knee sliding between her legs in an effort to give her something to press into. she leans in, breathing against her ear. “keep dancing like this, i’m not sure i’m going to make it,” she taunts, head pulling back as she looks back to her, teeth tugging on her lip.  @ncrthernlights​

[goddess-kalima-deactivated20240]

Zoë Kravitz in “The Audition” for British Vogue

[legaciesladies]

[rpdepartment]

silent NSFW starters! from romantic, to suggestive, to straight up not safe for work, for all of your sinday needs 20 starters | NSFW

send an emoji for your muse to…

👐 - …massage my muse’s back, sliding their hands under the shirt 

💏 - …kiss my muse’s neck, slowly and passionately

💋 - …pin my muse to the wall, kissing them on the lips 

👔 - …unbutton my muse’s shirt 

👀 - …keep my muse close to yours by grabbing their hair 

💦 - …slide their tongue in my muse’s mouth

🛏️  - …be found lying in bed, completely naked and smiling seductively

👖 - …unbutton my muse’s pants

💓 - …lie on my muse, grinding slowly against them 

🍆 - …rub my muse’s still covered crotch