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𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.3

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.1 | pt.2 | moodboard

it has been a week since you've last visited the bookstore and a week since your encounter with Ren. though you two continuously text back and forth throughout the day, with him even ringing you up a few times, you still missed seeing his pretty face. there was just something about him, that made you crave for him more and it was definitely something more than just his beauty; maybe his attractive personality? or the way he carried himself so elegantly or maybe the fact that he was a social success, effortlessly mixing in with people while managing a perfect reputation.

he was completely opposite of you and probably someone you desired to be. you were introverted; always minding your own business on the sidelines with very little to say. you found solace in your own company, often indulging in reading or studying. it's not like you didn't have friends, but you were not someone who was easy to befriend either. keeping that in mind, you were quite shocked at how fast Ren managed to wiggle his way into your small little bubble. and you were not gonna lie, but you did infact enjoy his company a lot, frequently finding yourself coming back to him to share the little bits of your life as Ren eagerly waited for you.

you didn't notice how your thoughts swayed away your attention as you zoned out from reality, until you heard a notification pop up on your phone.

"I was thinking if you wanted to grab coffee at the cafe near the bookstore tomorrow. it's been so long since I saw your lovely little face! it'll be my treat btw </3"

of course, it was none other than Ren. the heart emoticon at the end of the text made your heart beat a little faster as you quickly typed out a response.

"sure, why not! I'm starting to miss you too. let's meet at bookstore tomorrow and then we can grab some coffee"

"alrighty! see you tomorrow then, pretty girl", Ren smiled softly at the screen, looking over at the texts you've sent him throughout the day. how can someone even be this cute? he thought, rolling over on his bed to face the wall as he caught a quick glance of the several pictures of you that decorated his room.

Ren Takahashi had everything one could ever desire. he had fame, he had money, a successful career and a respectable image to uphold; well, everything except one thing. and that was his muse. Ren's passion for writing drove from his unsuccessful love life, where he never really got to experience true love from the people he had been with. this resulted in him into resorting to use writing as his only means to express the desires that dwelled deep within his heart. but he was starting to become a little frustrated. he wanted to be loved too, to be cared for, to be held in the arms of his beloved. he wanted to feel what it was like when someone devoted their entire self in just loving him, having eyes for none other. and that would the greatest success in his eyes.

and that's when he met you.

he still remembers the day, the moment he first saw you. it wasn't unusual for one to get stuck in the morning traffic, but amidst the chaos of honking horns and impatient drivers, his gaze found you, and time seemed to stand still. the sun illuminated your features, casting a glow that made you appear almost ethereal. from that moment on, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had stumbled upon something truly special amidst the mundane routine of daily life. you were standing on the sidewalk with a bunch of books in your hands, the gentle breeze moving through your hair, tousling it in the process. and God, you took his breathe away. it was in that moment, he believed "love at first sight" to be true as he profusely thanked the universe to have listened to his wishes.

and something that caught his attention even more was the corner of one of his book peaking out from the bunch you were carrying, a smile making it's way upto his lips subconsciously.

he entered his office in a good mood, that day. he was supposed to start working on the draft of his new novel and let's just say, he found the inspiration for it.

though he knew it could be a bit difficult to get your complete information, but with the connections he had in hand, the task became relatively easier and before he even knew it his obsession with you started to root deep inside his heart.

the more he observed you, the more captivated he got by your presence.

you were just so perfect. how could you not be his?

it bothered him deeply, whenever the thought crossed his mind; not being able to pay attention to anything else as his mind bugged him to take you. he wanted you and he was ready to do anything to have you. you were his since the moment he laid his eyes on you, you just didn't know it yet.

as much as he loved to observe you from the shadows, it was finally time for him to introduce himself. standing in the empty isle, he saw how your small figure reached out to take his book, struggling a bit to get a hold of it. he literally squealed like a little girl inside. you made him feel like a teenager all over again. he waited, until you were so immersed in the book that you failed to notice him creeping up behind you. but when you did notice him though, looking up from the book with your adorable doe eyes and flushed cheeks to see his towering frame, his heart melted right then and there in that very moment, every second he had previously spend yearning for you, begging the Gods to listen to his desperate pleas felt all worth it.

he knew he finally had you in his grasp. and, he's never gonna let go of you

[str4wbaeby]

Your muse series is going really good so far! I hope you make more parts

thanks for the compliment, love ♡

let me know if there's any particular scenario you'd like me to write regarding Ren. would love to here it!

[str4wbaeby]

𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

• Adonis Bianchi

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𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

• Vincet Sullivan

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𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

• Ren Takahashi

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𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳

• Asael Sinclair

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𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.2

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.1 | pt.3 | moodboard

today was honestly hectic for you. it's only been 5 minutes since you've gotten home, and you were already ready to fall asleep at the doorway. freshening up a bit, you plopped on the plush mattress of your bed, a soft sigh leaving your lips in sheer exhaustion.

you were tired; yet the brief encounter with the renowned writer this morning never seemed to left your mind. quickly disconnecting the charging cable, you lazily reached out to take your phone from the bedside table. you got up slowly, leaving the comfort of your warm bed as you went over to rummage through your purse in search of a certain piece of paper; eyes scanning skillfully through the crooks and crevices before finding it hiding in a corner of your bag. gently unfolding the paper, you allowed yourself to take in the moment as the realisation of him being interested in you finally hit you. your cheeks warmed up as the memories of the bookstore flooded your mind. swiftly typing the number in your phone, you mustered up the courage to finally text him.

"hey!"

"hi! almost thought you forgot about me, haha!"

the text was short and sweet, but you didn't expect him to answer back almost immediately. it was as if he was waiting for your text

in your opinion, the conversation was going pretty smoothly, with him doing most of the talking of course. you were content with being the listener; and especially after seeing someone so excited to talk to you, your heart did warm up a bit. you might not have been a fan of his works, but his personality was definitely addictive. the more you talked to him, the more you craved for him

"where do you work? maybe I can pick up sometimes"

"oh! so, you live down xxx-lane, I see. one of my friends live nearby as well"

"you live alone? working full time while managing chores must be difficult, right?"

you couldn't help but overlook how he managed to wring out every vital information out of you. how could you though? he just so sweet and gentle with you

currently, he was talking about his newly realised novel; explaining how he could relate to the protagonist's desperate yearning for his muse, claiming he himself never had the chance to have one, only until recently.

hearing this made your smile falter a little, mind wandering to the possibility of him already having his eyes on someone special. someone who was not you

you decided to change the subject, asking about his plans for upcoming future projects

"I do have a few plots in mind; a series to be specific. not going to spoil too much since I do want you to read it first. but yes, they will be dedicated to my muse. also, I would really like it if you were to accompany me to the launch event. after all, an artist is always incomplete without his muse"

[str4wbaeby]

𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.1

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.2 | pt.3 | moodboard

his presence lingered in every corner of the bookstore, name spoken in reverent tones by both staff and patrons alike. and who he might be? the literary virtuoso, Ren Takahashi, who recently emerged as a new generation fiction writer, standing as a towering figure in the realm of literature. despite being a new name in the writing community, he was quick to rise to fame with the release of his latest masterpiece, which depicted the story of a yearning painter desperately in search of his muse; the story mainly revolving around the theme of lovesickness.

being an avid book lover, it was not unusual for you to keep up with the latest updates in the community, be it newly released books or the newly emerging writers. for you, Ren was not an unfamiliar name but you never really felt truly drawn to any of his writings, which often tended to revolve around a similar theme of infatuation and obsessive love.

as you made your way through the aisles, you couldn't help but notice the prominent display of his new novel on the central shelf, the vibrant red cover drawing you in. opening the glass panel, you carefully took the book out. as you started to read, your expression quickly shifted with eyebrows furrowing into concentration as your lips curled into a smile of intrigue. turning the pages with a gentle flutter, you seemed to absorb each word presented before you. completely enamoured by the book, you failed to notice the presence of an unknown figure, leaning against the opposite bookshelf, eyes longingly staring at your small figure

"so, do you like the book?", the figure softly spoke out, careful not to startle you while clearing his throat in the process.

needless to say, you were a bit startled at first but the gentleness of his voice oddly managed to calm you down almost instantly. you were never really much of a talker, thanks to your introverted nature and not wanting to make this interaction any awkward, you just found it easier to nod your head in response. your eyes were still fixated on the pages, only to look up at the figure once you were satisfied with thorough scanning of the book. infront of you stood the most gorgeous men you have ever laid your eyes upon in your 23 years of living. luscious long hair tressed a shadowy cascade against his pale porcelain skin, hazel eyes twinkling under the bright store lighting as his 6'2 figure stood towering over you, leaning against the wooden shelf in a relaxed stance.

a shade of pink subconsciously coated your cheeks, as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the handsome stranger.

"do you come here often ?", his velvety voice echoed in your ears, slowly luring you in like a siren's song. at the sudden loss of words, all you could do was nod at his question in agreement.

noticing your flustered state, he chuckled softly, silently taking in your adorable expression and soft features.

"say, would you like to have a cup of coffee with me at the nearby cafe? I've heard their pastries are quite popular here"

the proposal was unexpected. especially coming from someone like him; someone as beautiful as him. you were average to say the least, easily passing as just another face in the crowd. why would he want someone like you?

quickly snapping out of your trance, you politely denied his offer with a firm "no". but why? didn't you like him too? the dejected look in his eyes reminded you of a lost puppy. concealing the pain with a fake smile, he handed you his number in a piece of paper, telling you to call him if you ever wanted to talk or had a change of heart regarding your little coffee date. or he could just show up at the bookstore to meet you again? you wouldn't suspect anything, right? it'll just be another coincidence, after all! ♡

with a seemingly disinterested look, you took the paper out of his hand, only to catch a quick glimpse of something that caught your eyes.

"(555) 867-xxxx

- Ren Takahashi "

[str4wbaeby]

𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

hellooo, cutie patooties! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘˡˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵇᵒʸ ˣ ˢᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : moodboard

you didn't know how it really happened but here you were, in front of the mirror, currently fingering the Adonis' squelching hole as he writhed in pleasure; toes curling everytime you hit the sensitive spongy spot as he struggled to form a coherent sentence.

Adonis ; a name fit for a beauty like him. golden strands of hair gently falling over his delicate face, as his green eyes shimmered like pools of moonlit skies, complementing his porcelain skin. he laid sprawled on the soft mattress with his head placed in between your thick thighs, lips quivering from pleasure as beads of sweat gathered on his small forehead.

you still remember how those same emerald eyes carried that intense look of fear and dread, the first time you extended your palm to help him get up from his usual hiding spot. he was so scared. scared of getting picked up on again. scared of getting beat up into unconsciousness.

contrary to what someone would generally expect, Adonis was a bullied kid. as much as his beauty was pleasing to the eyes, he often caught the unwanted attention of wrong company; resulting into him being either catcalled, harassed or horribly picked up on.

you were a new face in the campus; a face that caught Adonis' attention. your goofy smile is what caught his attention at first. but the more he observed you, the more enamoured he got by your presence.

you were honestly average ; neither as wealthy nor as good looking as the majority in your college. "misfit" was a rather befitting word for someone like you amidst them. maybe that's what drew him to you even more? you were different.

but what he really wanted to see though, is if you'd even care about someone like him; someone who was mistreated and abused. atleast that's what he wanted you to see. you didn't need to know he paid others to bully him, right?

he wanted to feel loved and cared for. but most importantly, he wanted that from you.

so, he did the obvious. he played the victim card; making you see him as the pathetic weak boy, who often got bullied by the strong mean bullies on campus.

you would surely protect him from them, won't you?

reassure him as he uncontrollably sobbed in your big strong arms, right?

and, so did you; playing into your part as his saviour, exactly how he wanted you to do!

and before you even knew, you ventured too deep into his web of twisted love ; too deep to get out of his grasp.

so, it's only fair that you take care of your whiny pretty boy, isn't it? ♡

after all, everything is fair in love and war

[str4wbaeby]

𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵈᵒᵐ ᶜᵉᵒ ˣ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗᵃʳʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : moodboard

"oh baby..." Vincet softly whispered to himself as he watched you through the carefully instilled cameras in your room. you were such a oblivious little thing! completely unaware of him watching your every move through the small device.

currently, you were laying naked on your bed as you played with yourself. you can be so naughty and sweet at the same time, it drives Vincent insane. you whimpered and moaned like a good girl as your lips quivered from pleasure when your pretty little fingers prodded at your entrance. you were already so soaking wet, slick running down your plush thighs as you entered two of your fingers in. your head threw back on the soft pillow from the intense pleasure as you thrusted them in and out swiftly.

Vincet watched and watched and watched...as he pondered how good you must taste!

he just wanted to lap you up so badly

to feel you on his tongue

to collar you as he finally called you his

[str4wbaeby]

𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ˣ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : moodboard

Asael was a man of true devotion. the soft-spoken priest often spent majority of his time worshipping the gods and goddesses in the tranquil halls of his church. with a soul as pure as morning dew, his life solely revolved around the sacred rituals, the chants that echoed through the halls and the quiet moments of communion with the divine.

but never in a million years did Asael expect himself to fall in love with you. how dare you, a mere demon, seduce someone like him? steal his heart away from him, so easily, as you lurked amidst the cold shadows of his sanctuary?

in the clash of light and darkness; devotion and desire, Asael found himself torn himself between his sacred vows and the undeniable pull of love that defied all conventions. your sinful touches, sultry voice and sweet words were so foreign to him. melting his cold facade away as they penetrated deep through his heart. it made him yearn for more, yearn for you. it was as if you reached over to him with that coyingly sweet smile on your pretty face, which easily overtook his senses; harshly ripped his poor heart out of his ribcage just to leave a hole which could only be fulfilled by your presence. your existence became everything to him as he felt his reality slowly crumble at your feet, suffocating Asael in unknown feelings of devotion and passion.

he kneeled before you, as his pale blue eyes fluttered open to meet your fiery ones. ivory locks cascaded over his face like a silken waterfall, as you watched him look up to you with those azure eyes. his gaze resembled the clear sky above, as his longing for you was evident behind that soft gaze.

"why do you persist on torturing me with your presence? Can't you see I've already fallen so low?" Asael croacked, lips quivering in anticipation of the long awaited answer.

"but darling, why can't you see? You belong to me" you chuckled as you saw the desperation in his eyes, enjoying the view of your beloved little priest kneeling gracefully before you as he finally submitted to the burning desire in his heart. he was completely at your mercy and you both knew that.

Asael knew you were right. there was no use in denying his true feelings, now. he knew he had fallen for you. he had fallen so deep in your web, there was no path of atonement. the only thing his heart desired now was your love, as he worshipped you like your sole loyal devotee. you were the only thing that mattered to him now; the only thing that kept him sane.