ANDREW GARFIELD

Gaspar tried not to move so much. Exposed as he was, he imagined that he was already giving his lover quite the right amount of pleasure and this was his goal. Still, he did move so he could watch as more and more of his darling was revealed. The tie going off was a particulary turn on, which stirred something immediately in him. H felt the finger tracing a line from his lower back to his ass and a shiver that came up his spine until he moved like a cat, getting up from the couch by pushing it with both hands, marking the muscles he took great care off until he was turning to sit, legs spread and his hard on visible to his lover.

PATRICK GIBSON as the King of Scars Nikolai Lantsov

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

[ ARRANGED ] muses are in an arranged marriage and now have to consummate the union

[ EXES ] our muses broke up a few years ago, they run into each other at a party and end up having sex again

[ INFIDELITY ] our muses used to date but it didn't work out, they're now both in relationships but end up in an affair together. this prompt is for their first time entering the affair.

[ AFFAIR ] our muses have been having an affair and receiver tries to stop but ends up having sex again, claiming it's the last time.

[ POWER ] sender is receiver's boss and knows receiver has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ CRUSH ] receiver is sender's boss and knows sender has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ TEACH ] receiver is sexually inexperienced and approaches sender to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TAUGHT ] sender is sexually inexperienced and approaches receiver to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TUTOR ] muse A has been tutoring muse B in a subject they struggle with. after a long session which has both of them frustrated, they end up having sex on the table and ruin the books.

[ TUTORING ] continuing the above scenario, the tutor quizzes the pupil while stimulating them. every time the pupil gets a question wrong they are edged or punished in some way.

[ LEARN ] our muses are in college together, muse A is popular and socially adept but has bad experiences with keeping a romantic partner. muse B is shy and has a smaller friend group but the friendships are more emotionally deep than anything A has experienced. the two muses are in a study group together and strike up a conversation in which they come to a deal: muse B will help A become more academically cultured and emotionally sensitive enough to get the partners they want. in return muse A will help with muse B's social standing. they begin a sexual relationship under the guise of helping muse B come out of their shell but really muse A just has a crush on them all while B thinks they're being used.

[ FIGHT ] our muses are leaders on opposing sides of a war. they have known each other before the war and now their sexual tension is worsened while trying to negotiate a truce. while disagreeing on terms they have rough sex, each one trying to dominate the other.

[ BATTLE ] our muses are soldiers and on the eve of a battle they might not survive they have sex together

[ CAPTIVE ] receiver is sender's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (up to you if it's genuine on both sides or only manipulation)

[ CAPTIVATED ] sender is receiver's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (feel free to specific circumstances of captivity)

[ FRIENDS ] our muses have been best friends for a long time. lately one or both have had bad luck with dating and just want some comfort so they decide to have sex.

[ SPELL ] our muses must have sex for a magic ritual which requires multiple rounds from 3 am until sunrise.

Thatcher.

Stepping out from behind a tree, his voice as smooth as ever, like they’d just bumped into each other in a pub.

It took Toby a moment to process the scene. Thatcher's face was calm, almost amused, but his hands—Christ, his hands—were slick and red. The blood looked fresh, glistening even in the muted light. It wasn’t smeared like someone had fallen or grazed themselves. It hung in thick droplets.

A flood of emotions surged through Toby—relief, surprise, then the cold snap of fear, sharp enough to cut through the mist. “Thatch, bloody hell,” he breathed, taking an instinctive step forward. But then he looked up.

The sky had started to shift, the fog thinning just enough to reveal a pale wash of sunlight pushing through. It wasn’t much, not yet, but it was enough to light up the clearing in dull grays and whites. Enough to make Toby’s stomach twist.

“What are you doing out here?” Toby hissed. He closed the distance between them in three quick strides, his hand catching Thatcher’s coat. “Are you mad?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Toby shoved Thatcher off the trail, the bark of an oak rough against his knuckles as he pushed him hard into the shadows. The fog swallowed them both, thicker here, the kind that clung to your skin like cobwebs.

“Do you have one of those daylight rings or what?” Toby demanded, his voice a low rasp. He hadn’t meant to say it, not like that, but his nerves were fraying. Thatcher seemed so calm. And those hands—Toby’s gaze flicked down again before he could stop himself.

The blood hadn't disappeared. In the shade, it looked almost black against his skin, still wet enough to catch what little light reached them. It wasn’t just his hands. There was a smear on his cuff, the edge of his sleeve damp with it. Toby felt his chest tighten, a hollow feeling opening up just beneath his ribs.

“What happened?” he asked, softer this time. His grip on Thatcher’s coat loosened, but he didn’t let go. “Thatch, what the hell happened?”

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