#his bio is on my muse's page!

[a-hell-of-a-time]

((I should mention that not only do I have baby Yukitaka (Noble Snow verse, which is his default), I also have Teen!Yukitaka (I Got Teleported To the Past to Fulfill My Destiny in Hell) available for interactions!

The former is either with one of his parents while the latter is currently residing with Gusion @keeperofanswers in his residence. To make things easier he can leave/escape to go exploring.

If you'd like to interact with Andre's son, do let me know!))

[insurged]

i will be back to writing soon, i apologize, just had low energy for it at the moment... and mar.vel rivals has me in a chokehold.

[avinkusprince]

ooc;; so that movie's coming out this week huh? listen i've been in armand iwtv brainrot chokehold for the last like.... 6 months so who knows if fiyero will be able to overthrow him with the energies of this Most Auspicious Time in wicked fandom, but i feel already in my bones the influx of wi.c.ked musical rp blogs that are about to crash down upon my follower list like a tsunami. and may god help fiyero, i fear he will be drowning in rp-ussy.

[settinqsuns]

back down to 6 drafts. will do more when i get home from work and hopefully finish Oswin's bio page so i can get that up and work on Iris's.

[arcxnumvitae]

Penance for my forgetfulness, and the Seelie crown prince

[bravevolunteer]

it is..... getting very close to One Whole Year Of Consistent Michael Brainrot.

[ladyseidr]

also:

me: headcanons both my henry and charlie as autistic the sil.ver eyes: charlie would sit in the garage and play while henry worked me: ah yes parallel play

[tartt9]

thinking about him again (roy kent)

[as-mod-eus]

・ JOE MANGANIELLO as 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✦ FORTY-NINE

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐄… 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫. There is elegance to be found amongst the unthinkable—the sinister and heinous; the territory of which so few others dare to venture. The Venomous rises only in the night, sending silence out as hymn of his cleansing rituals. A baphomet under darkness, stalking through the corners of which the unsuspecting knows only as secure and safe. He is infamously coined the Angel Maker, as his need to exercise power over those who have stolen it all their lives—vigorously, relentlessly—overcomes him. He justifies his reapings on the vow that the victims deserved it; that he has given their wretched existences a new beginning in death. He is spiraling, losing control, losing himself, amongst the moonlight.

This muse is in development and is available for new plots. Please note, this muse is a serial killer. Do not inquire if you are not comfortable writing against this archetype.

・ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 / 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

character parallels include: the angel maker (hannibal), jigsaw (the saw franchise), dr. hannibal lecter (hannibal), joker (the dark night), patrick bateman (american psycho), thomas shelby (peaky blinders), raymond 'red' reddington (the blacklist), berlin (money heist), light yagami (death note), frank delfino (how to get away with murder), gus fring (breaking bad), dom cobb (inception), ursula (the little mermaid), hector barbossa (pirates of the caribbean), lux luthor (smallville)

[tylermileslockett]

"A New Love" (#1 in my Orpheus and Eurydice series)

On a crisp, spring day, deep in the forests of Olympus, a wood nymph by the name of Eurydice (yu-ri-di-see) catches a precious sound upon the wind. Stretching from her oak tree, she spies a musician upon a rock, playing his lyre to a group of wild animals. Even the very trees and rocks stand at attention to hear his sacred song. She knows this musician. It is Orpheus; known to be the greatest song poet to ever live. And as she listens, she falls entranced, betwitched; in love. Orpheus too, sees this quiet nymph approach, and is taken aback by her beauty. A great love is kindled and the two and are married in a joyous celebration shortly after.

Some say Orpheus was the son of a Thracian king, others, the demi-god son of Apollo, playing music upon his father’s gifted Lyre. His mother was the muse of epic poetry and song; Calliope.

As Euryidice is a “dryad” or tree nymph, I have placed her emerging from the giant oak. These powerful forest spirits originated within trees, and typically took the forms of beautiful young maidens.

Can you all think of other characters in world myths who use their musicianship skills and the power of song in their stories?

As always, please share if this image if you can, and thanks for looking! Xoxo

Like this art? It will be in my illustrated book with over 130 other full page illustrations coming in march to kickstarter. Please check my links in my linktree in my bio to join the kickstarter notification page. 🤟❤️🏛

[munofmanyminds]

"Isn't he just? Great abs too." Ariel's smile was brighter than necessary as she looked over the evening's date at the bar. He was getting her a drink while she occupied herself with the usual game of trying to rile up Beckett. It wasn't a game that ever really had a winner, and to Ariel - whose usual approach to all things in life was to aim for the top - it was a mystery why she kept it up. Maybe it was the constant challenge or maybe it was just the fact that no one else had ever made her cum as hard as he did. Whatever it was, it kept her coming back. "Why?" Her eyes locked on Beckett then, her smile deceptively sweet, "are you bored with tonight's available selection already?"

open to - 30+ f / m

the plot - lovers to enemies to occasional lovers. our muses are rival nightclub owners. beckett just opened his newest club and your muse came to the opening with a date.

“Cute date you brought with you tonight.” Beckett momentarily glanced over at the other by the bar. “Bit of a lost puppy look about ‘em.” The snark in his tone was evident. Seeing his rival waltz through the door with this week’s latest arm candy was no shock at all. It was all part of the twisted little game they had been playing for years. Beckett told himself many times over that he’d eventually get tired of their back and forth. That one day he’d find the whole thing painfully tedious. Until that day came.. he intended on having his fun. “You should introduce us."

[system0n]

Huh.... I really do suck at this Multimuse thing don't I? OKAY SO - I know I told y'all I have new muses but I never ever made proper posts to like.... Tell you guys??? BUT

Hi here's Calem say Hi to Calem

(Luci stop barking girl I hear you from my own apartment) Hi here's N, say hi to N

Here's Fukase, say hi to Fukase

Here's Espio, say hi to Espio

Here's Kyubi, say hi to Kyubi

Here's Cayden [ his bio is fully up on my muses page on his tab please read it when you have a moment!] say hi to Cayden

Yeah okay that's all the newcomers. They are ready for interaction - sorry I uh .... Suck JDHFKSDKJLHFKJ

[azaablue]

hey love you’re writing ❤️ do you have any head canons about aang and his fam (his children andddd maybe Gyatso)? would be great to hear any as your writing of them is incredible

hi!! thanks so much omg ok i have many an aang + family hc and i love love to talk abt it so tysmmmm :)

ok here's my list of musings atm <3 most of them have a twinge of aangst bc of who i am :)

first off i think that having kids is wild for aang (as it is everyone, but stay with me) for all of the reasons but also bc aang has never been around anyone he's bio related to so literally like seeing his features/expressions on someone else for the very first time is CRAZY!! and then also seeing katara (and sokka's) features in his kiddos is probably just like the most magical thing to him

aang and each of his kids have a special thing they do with their dad that the others don't, i reject the narrative that he was a bad parent/only took tenzin to do things - do i think that he got more attention/one-on-one time bc he was the only air bender? yep, do i think that that means the others felt wholly neglected? i really dont think so. i think that they were all in hard circumstances and did their best.

Aang refers to all of the kids as his kids (including Lin and Su especially, but also Izumi)

Aang teaches his kids songs/lullabys/etc from the Air Nomads and Su's kids all know them - the first time Korra hears Opal humming one for a single second she feels the pull of something she hasn't felt in a long time (i do want to believe the lives come back to her, if not slowly)

i think that becoming a parent makes Aang think a lot about his upbringing and the fact that he didn't know his parents. i dont think he lands on it being good or bad, but he does think about it.

in my head, aang and sokka are brothers, aang and zuko are friends - NOW STAY WITH ME - i don't think that this makes one pair closer than the other, in fact i think that aang feels like he can be more honest with zuko sometimes BECAUSE they are friends, i just do honestly think that it is a different relationship

Katara and Aang have one big fight before they get married (see my fic, if i were a mountain lol) but other than that they are almost sickeningly on the same page - they have to be, if they weren't their lives would Not Work

i think that aang and toph are meant to find each other in every lifetime, they keep coming back together.

i think aang and suki have a special bond the other's don't often see/think a bunch about bc they gravitate to other people in their group, but there is something different about someone who worshipped an avatar becoming friends with one

aang and bumi have ups and downs, he makes the most mistakes with his oldest and it's just hard bc circumstantially bumi will always feel like he isn't enough, and there's nothing aang can say to make him see how much that isn't the case, however they still are close and are very similar people (Tenzin is jealous)

aang and kya are close, they get super close when she's in her twenties and starts to want to learn more about her Air Nomad roots, they confirm what Aang sort of already knew, which is that she is very spiritually connected (Tenzin is jealous)

tenzin and aang ... i agree with the canon that tenzin worships his father in many ways, i think this makes it harder for him sometimes to have more of a full relationship with his dad, but also i think that they understand each other and their loneliness in a way others cant, and that's sort of what they offer one another

all of aang's kids are pure magic to him. he thinks they're perfect.

Lin and Aang were incredibly close, so close sometimes it made his kids privately insecure, she just got him in a way that he was loosely mysterious to them; Lin in turn was always insecure because he wasn't her dad, he was their dad, she was just there (though he never felt that way)

Aang and Su are also close, but given the timing/way life shakes out, i feel like Sokka takes that specific sort of role in her life that Aang took fro Lin - still, she has a photo of him in her home and her children refer to it as Great Uncle Aang

for his friends, i think mourning aang feels like carving a piece of themselves out and tossing it away, it is like taking away a piece of themselves because he is what brought them together, he showed them the way forward, he is what made them who they are

okay that was a lot!! thanks for asking aaa!!

[bardic-tales]

I've finally got Aurora's character page filed out on here. For reference, all my FF 7 OCs can be found at the FF 7 Muses Hub. I just need to fill out her twin's bio. I will most likely do that tomorrow.

face-claim: Anastasia E G

Aurora’s creation came long after the rebirth of the Omniverse, a time when all that had existed before was scattered and remade. Born of reality magic, she was crafted by Bianca to be her and Sephiroth’s daughter, a child who would carry their legacy forward. Her origins, steeped in the blending of celestial, infernal, and Jenova’s and Sephiroth’s alien cells, made her an unparalleled force. Aurora’s upbringing was a careful balance of love and strength, tempered by her parents’ darker tendencies. Raised in the abandoned town within the Ethereal Nexus, she was taught to control and harness the power that coursed through her from an early age. While Bianca was a loving mother, it was Sephiroth's stern lessons in power, dominance, and survival that truly shaped her. Aurora grew especially close to Sephiroth, viewing him not only as her father but as a model of strength and authority. Their bond, one rooted in shared ambition and unyielding loyalty, made Aurora a “daddy’s girl,” eager to impress and earn her father’s approval. She craved his validation and sought to live up to the impossible standards he set, pushing her toward ever-greater feats of power and control.

Though Aurora was raised in a home where love and care were present, she was always aware of the weight of her heritage. Her father, Sephiroth, instilled in her a deep understanding of power, teaching her to never show weakness and to always dominate those who stood in her way. From Bianca, she inherited a cold, methodical mindset and an understanding of how to manipulate the fabric of reality itself. The Jenova cells within her only amplified these traits, pushing her to pursue her goals with unwavering determination and a level of detachment that would make her father proud. There was no room for mercy in her world, and Aurora embraced this reality wholeheartedly. She was not a ruler who relied on justice or fairness, but rather one who ruled with fear, power, and a singular desire to shape the realms to her will.

Aurora’s rise to power in the Abyssal Realm was marked by brutality and cunning, not diplomacy. She crushed any challengers with ruthless efficiency, manipulating both her celestial and infernal influences to annihilate her enemies. The legacy of Jenova loomed over her actions, as she, like her father, sought to claim the position of her progenitor's favored child. Her struggle to be “the one” who stood apart from the shadow of the Remnants mirrored the drive that Sephiroth had once felt in his own pursuit of supremacy. Aurora ruled the Abyss with an iron grip, creating an empire where loyalty was earned through fear and power. She was a leader who would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who threatened her reign, using her inherent brutality and control over the cosmos to impose her will on the Abyss. Though her relationship with her brother Lucien remained strong, her one-sided rivalry—shaped by the same competitive fire that had burned in Sephiroth—was fierce, and both sought to prove themselves as the true inheritors of their parents’ chaotic legacy.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @littleshopofchaos @serenofroses @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@nightingaleflow @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @prehistoric-creatures

@seastarblue

[freewillacquired]

Inspect -( if you want to give things a try from scratch. Nemesis always looked like he could use some company )

{ Hello! I'm so sorry, I was supposed to get back to you and I completely forgot. I don't mind starting something, but I know nothing about your muse. Your rules and bio pages aren't visible to me because your blog only comes up as an inset on my dash, not as a full page. Maybe you have it set to private or something? But that's why this is going to be a little sparse, because I couldn't find any info about your muse. Nemmy could absolutely use some company, though. ^_^ }

Nemesis was used to fending off undead, and even trying to help survivors of this apocalypse. He was just as used to getting yelled at, having rocks thrown at him, or getting shot at by those very same survivors. What he wasn't used to... was anyone actually sticking around to talk to him, much less someone caring about his welfare. So he'd flinched a little to realize that someone was now... checking him for wounds? Weren't they afraid of him? Didn't they think he was ugly and monstrous like everyone else did?

He stared for a moment, just watching them fuss over him, bewildered by their concern. "It's o-kay..." he said around his large teeth and without the aid of lips. "I can't... get in-thec-ted... any-way." At least not any more so than he already was. Good thing he wasn't contagious. "I'n not hurt.... dut thank you... thor car-ing."

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Muse

music major!bang chan x art major!reader

Trigger warnings: none

Content warnings: your teeth might fall out over how sweet it is??? that's literally it. it's all fluff lmao

Summary: after what you believe is a chance meeting, chan becomes your muse.

Word count: 3237

Author's note: omg hiiiii babes it's been a minuteeee. this is kinda short but it was the first thing i wrote after finally working through some stuff. shoutout to @hopelessromantic5933 for requesting this, sorry for making you wait almost two years 🥲 anyways, i hope you all enjoy it! don't forget to check out my other work ❤ and don't hesitate to send in asks! also redoing my tag list so comment or dm to be added! much loveeeeee

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

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You let out a soft sigh as you grabbed your bag and stood from your desk. You were contemplating changing your major as you made your way out of the classroom, digging through your bag to find your phone. You loved learning new concepts and trying new things but the technique you were learning this week was one you’d never appreciated. You didn’t hate it per se, but you definitely avoided that style. It just didn’t speak to you.

You finally found your phone and began scrolling through your notifications as you made your way towards your favorite food truck. You made a confused face when you saw an Instagram notification from right after your class started. You clicked on it and were greeted with a page full of photos that screamed music major. “Who the fuck is this?” You didn’t bother to go through his pictures, choosing instead to scan his bio for any indication that you knew him. All you came up with was that you attended the same university and shared some mutual friends. He was cute from what you could see so you shrugged and approved the follow request, pocketing your phone as you reached your destination.

You placed your order and stepped to the side, turning to survey the quad. It was a beautiful day and everyone seemed to be taking advantage of it. Maybe inspiration would strike if you sat and people-watched for a bit.

You heard your name a few minutes later and gave a polite smile as you took your food, then scurried off towards your favorite tree. Campus staff had placed a massive wooden lawn chair and some fairy lights under that tree and it always felt so cozy. Plus, you had the best vantage point from there. You could almost see the entire quad from that one spot and you often found yourself sketching study groups there. Today would be slightly different since you were trying something new, but you found a sense of comfort as you settled into the chair and happily munched on your lunch.

As soon as you’d finished eating, you grabbed your sketch pad and pencil and allowed your gaze to sweep across the open field. It was teeming with life so all you had to do was choose someone and start sketching. You shook your head and chose a stationary subject first, needing to build up the courage to locate someone you’d consider asking to model for you.

Your eyes settled on a petite young woman who was seated a few yards away, sipping on coffee with her nose in a book. She almost seemed out of place here given how regal she appeared. Her posture was perfect, shoulders squared and back straight, and her hair fell over her shoulders in romantic waves. She was a picturesque beauty.

You began drawing, allowing your pencil to glide along the paper and create a version of the woman that you felt did her justice. It was far from perfect but you were certain no artist could truly capture her beauty so you gave yourself some grace. You were adding more detail when she began to pack up her things. You let out a soft sigh, knowing you’d likely never see the goddess again and this was as far as you’d get with this sketch. You flipped the page and decided to take a different approach as you spotted two men throwing a frisbee. Both were attractive, though one had a more athletic build.

You focused on the athletic one and took mental notes on the way his body moved as you began to draw him. First, you sketched out the general shape of his body as he twisted in preparation to throw the disk, then you began to add more details. You focused on the way his clothing fell and the way the midday sunlight bounced off his caramel brown hair, getting a strange sense of familiarity as you scrawled notes in the margins on the colors you’d incorporate when you got the chance.

You watched him closely as you tried to find another position to sketch him in, perking up instantly when you caught him with his arm outstretched, the frisbee leaving his hand. He was smiling brightly, displaying the most adorable dimples, and your heart sped up for a moment. You quickly began to sketch, memorizing as much detail as possible before he moved too much.

You gulped but drew even more frantically when he lifted his shirt to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down his face, revealing a six pack and prominent v-line. His proportions were perfect and if you weren’t so flustered by how attractive he was, you’d ask him to model for you. He was exactly what you needed for this project.

That strange familiarity came creeping back in as you drew but it was only when you made brief eye contact that you recognized him. He was the owner of the mystery account who’d requested to follow you less than an hour ago. You frantically looked away and continued drawing, praying he wouldn’t have anything to say when he undoubtedly recognized you from your photos.

You thought you were in the clear when he didn’t approach you after about five minutes but just when the thought crossed your mind, your luck ran out and the frisbee came flying at your head. You ducked your head quickly and listened as the disk crashed into the tree behind you.

“Felix, your arm fuckin’ sucks, bro!” Your breath caught in your throat when your unwitting model’s Australian accent reached your ears as he jogged towards you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Called the man who’d lobbed the plastic at your head - Felix, as you’d gleaned from hearing the athletic man mocking him. He looked panicked, hands covering his mouth as he watched from where he was frozen in place. He was just as pretty and you certainly wouldn’t mind him modeling for you sometime. He had a wholesome, warm appearance.

“Sorry about him, he’s usually not such a klutz.” Your mystery man flashed a smile as he rounded your chair, taking a glance at your work as he reached down behind you.

“Ah- no, it’s not a problem. I wasn’t paying much attention.” You offered up a shy smile before looking back down to your paper. You didn’t notice him studying your pad as he retrieved the disk so you were startled when he attempted conversation as he righted himself.

“You sure about that?” He chuckled softly as he leaned over your shoulder to get a closer look and you froze. “Looks like you were paying plenty of attention.” He teased as he studied your art. Who was he and why was he so comfortable? Your heart was thumping and you wanted to vanish. “You an art major?” He asked as he stood straight once more and came around the chair to properly look at you. He was still closer to you than a stranger should be but at least you could breathe again.

Your cheeks were flaming red at being caught and you simply nodded as you began to gather your things in a rush. “I am. Sorry, this is probably really weird for you. I should-”

“What? No! This is really flattering. I don’t know a whole lot about art but you did an amazing job. Can I take a look at some of your other stuff sometime?” You froze once more but his blinding smile won against your nerves and you found yourself nodding. “Great! Can I get your number to get in touch? Or is Instagram better?”

“Ah, so you recognized me…” You let out a single huff of air that somewhat resembled a laugh as you closed your book.

“Of course I did. It’s not often I come across such a beautiful woman.” His dimples appeared once more as your cheeks went pink and your jaw dropped slightly, a smile slowly taking over your face. “Here.” He handed you his phone and you took it slowly, trying to collect yourself and remember how to use your thumbs to type your number out. When you passed it back, his fingers ghosted over yours and you retreated quickly as his smile faded into something far more flirtatious. “Thanks, I’ll text you. I’m Chan, by the way.”

“Y/n…” You murmured, enraptured by the man before you. You were dumbfounded at the way he spoke so comfortably and seemed to take an interest in you. This man was Adonis and was looking at you with an unbelievable level of interest.

“Pleased to meet you, y/n.” He began to back away as he pocketed his phone, his carefully crafted confident facade beginning to crumble, revealing a giddy young man who was thrilled to have gotten a girl’s number so easily. “I’ll let you get back to it. But do try and get my left side. That’s my good side.” He winked and you involuntarily rolled your eyes as a smile finally appeared on your lips as he made his way back to his friend with a triumphant grin.

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Your phone buzzed just after 6pm that night and you froze at the unfamiliar number.

Hi pretty 👋🏻 it’s Chan. How are you?

You quickly saved his number before responding.

hiii i’m good how are you

Much better now that I’m talking to you 😉

You were at a loss for words but he quickly sent another message.

I’d be even better if I could take you to get coffee in the near future. Are you free next weekend? Say Saturday at 11am?

You felt a jolt of anxiety shock your body but shook it off. You’d never grow as a person if you continued to shrink away from people who wanted to get to know you. Plus, he was cute. Which is why we’re anxious, dumbass. This isn’t about human connection, this is about a beautiful man flirting with you. You shook your head and typed out a response.

i think i can manage that 😆

Perfect! I’m thrilled to see you and your amazing work. 😌

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The coffee date had gone smoothly, with Chan gushing about your work and lighting up like a neon sign when you asked him to model for you. He’d been so flattered and excited that you’d asked and had immediately set up a time for you to draw him. After you’d gotten home, you texted him with more details, including where to meet and what he should wear.

Now, he was standing in your living room and you were circling him with one arm crossed over your middle while you drummed your fingers of the opposite hand against your chin. He was fighting the urge to shift around under your scrutiny and let out a tiny sigh of relief when you stopped in front of him with a smile. “I think I have an idea.”

“Have your way with me.” He grinned, ears going red when you stared at him somewhat surprised by his words. “Uh- I just- h-how do you want me to pose? That’s what I meant…” 

You laughed at his flush and shook your head. “Don’t make it weird.” You warned playfully as you pushed him towards your bedroom. You had a daybed with warm-toned sheets and pillows and knew instantly that it was the perfect backdrop. “Come on, I know what I’m gonna do with you.” He seemed to grow more flustered as he processed where you were guiding him and you almost laughed again.

Over the last few weeks, you’d grown quite comfortable with him but he seemed a little less outspoken. He was still very flirtatious but in a more genuine, careful way. He didn’t come on as strong as he did at first. While getting to know each other, you’d come to realize he was a kind man with a lot of love to give the world and a strong sense of self, not just your typical college kid. Most of your late night conversations were deep, thought-provoking, emotional discussions about life where you could see his soul was just as beautiful as his exterior. So while he certainly had his moments of being just some guy, he saved his perverted humor for his friends and kept most things with you pretty PG and entirely sincere.

When you reached your room, you nudged him towards the bed and turned to set up your easel. “Take off your shirt and socks and get on the bed.” He hesitated at first and was on the verge of sputtering some shy response when you turned back with your bottom lip poking out. “Oh come onnnn.” You whined cutely, further exaggerating your pout. “It’s for class.” Your pout was quickly replaced with a little grin as you grabbed your canvas and placed it on the easel. “Plus, it’s not like I haven’t already seen your body before.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat and began to unbutton his shirt. You watched him in your peripheral vision as you continued to set everything up and had an idea.

“Actually, hold on.” You stopped him as he began to slide the linen off his muscular shoulders and he slowly put it back in place. “Just leave it open like that, that’s perfect.” You smiled as your vision fully came to you. “Socks off and get in the middle of the bed.”

He followed your instructions while watching you scurry off to your en suite bathroom to fill a cup with water. When you returned, he was sitting almost awkwardly in the center of your bed and you chuckled softly. You approached him wordlessly and knelt beside him to arrange your pillows so they were nestled in the right corner. You gestured for him to recline and stood back once he was slumped. He wasn’t lying down, he was simply sprawled across your mattress at an angle.

“Okay, bring your right knee up and sort of prop on your left elbow.” You watched as he complied and scrutinized his positioning for a moment before crawling back onto the bed. “I’m gonna make some adjustments.”

You noticed his flush creeping down his neck as you adjusted his open shirt how you wanted it to lay. “Put your hand like this.” You instructed as you demonstrated how you wanted his hand to rest across his bare torso and he complied. “And relax your left leg a bit. I want you to almost lay like Adam in Creation of Adam.”

“I think I get where you’re going with this.” He nodded, a tiny grin settling on his lips. You lifted a brow as you waited for his guess and instantly rolled your eyes when he spoke again. “You’re trying to tell me I’m a classic beauty.”

“Yes, but no.” You laughed softly as you shook your head. “Look over there.” You pointed to where you’d be sitting and made some final adjustments to his shirt as he followed your instructions. You noticed him forcing his breathing to remain steady and his flush reaching his chest as your fingers accidentally brushed against the waistband of his cream colored linen pants.

You didn’t allow yourself to worry over how you’d just touched him or to get flustered at the effect your proximity was having on him and pushed ahead, reaching to fix his hair. You adjusted a single curl and brushed a few strands away from his eyes before your gazes met and you lost the battle to remain calm. Your cheeks went a soft pink as he smiled up at you. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You whispered back, smiling back at him and allowing your fingertips to trail down the side of his face. Seeing him this close made you even more certain of your decision to cast him as your model. His skin was flawless and his bone structure was heavenly. He truly was a god among men. And his lips…

“You’re staring.” He whispered, his smile slipping away as he noticed the way your eyes locked on his full lips.

“I’m not…” You refuted his claim but still couldn’t look away.

“You are.” His face grew redder and you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t dare move after you’d finally gotten him perfectly positioned. It was almost maddening.

“I’m not.” You finally looked towards his eyes and found him staring at your lips as well. “You are.”

“Can’t help it. You have pretty lips.” He slowly met your gaze and something in you snapped. You’d been wanting him to kiss you for a couple weeks and he hadn’t so you took matters into your own hands.

When your lips met his, he hesitated. Not because he wasn’t interested, but because he was surprised that you’d initiated it. You’d given him the impression that you wanted him to take the lead and he wanted to be careful with you so he hadn’t dared to do more than hold your hand. But now your lips were on his and he was in the clouds.

He slowly brought his hand up to cup your face without disturbing the careful placement of his shirt and allowed his lips to move against yours. Your heart was racing at how slow and sweet the moment was. It felt like the stars had aligned and you found yourself smiling against his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for a little while now.” You whispered and began to pull back.

“Me too. I’ve been trying to take it slow with you though. Didn’t wanna move too fast and risk scaring you off.” He explained quietly, not really letting you move as his hand slipped to the back of your neck. “So come back here, we’ve got a couple weeks of lost time to make up for.” He teased as he chased your lips.

“You did the exact opposite. You were driving me mad wondering what exactly was happening between us.” You laughed softly before allowing him to kiss you again. His lips felt perfect against yours and you knew instantly that you’d quickly become addicted.

It couldn’t have been more than three minutes of sharing chaste kisses but it felt much longer and you frowned a bit when you finally came up for air. “Unfortunately, I’ve got to get to work now or you’ll be stuck waiting here until late into the night.”

“I could wait an eternity for you, babe.” He winked before immediately cringing. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the face he pulled and he took a moment to admire your joyful expression before shaking his head. “That was so cheesy, I’m sorry.” He chuckled and settled back into his previous position. “Work your magic.”

“For the record,” you started as you stood and studied him once more. “I love little pet names like that.” You hummed, making your way to your canvas. “So I’d really like it if you continued to use them.”

“Of course, baby girl. But don’t be surprised if I rarely use your real name then.” He grinned and relaxed his hand, allowing his fingers to splay out against his stomach.

“I’ll hold you to that. Now give me an emotionally tortured smolder.” You smiled to yourself at his soft laugh and began to sketch out the god of a man lounging on your bed.