Featuring:Being on the run was difficult. After the events in Berlin, the fight at the airport and severing ties with Tony, at least for now, Steve was forced to go into hiding with Nat and Sam. From motel to motel, they kept moving, with Steve growing out a beard and his hair, but still keeping his impressive, strong build. Tonight, the runaways had found a motel somewhere in a small, forgotten town. Steve carried the bags as they approached the main door, with them all wearing caps and sunglasses. But as they drew closer, they saw that there was a sign on the dusty glass door saying ‘CLOSED’.
“Looks like it’s been out of business for some time.” Sam mentioned, peeking inside and seeing how abandoned it looked. “Perfect. Means less potential people who can report us.” Natasha said. After the Black Widow finished picking the lock, the three of them went inside. It was a dusty, murky lobby room. It looked like it hadn't been open for a few months or so. “On the bright side, at least we have this place to ourselves.” Steve shrugged. “Aw yeah, I've always wanted a turd to myself.” Sam scoffed, flicking a switch despite the power being out. “It'll do. We’re only here for the night, anyway.” Steve chuckled.
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Featuring:It’s the last day on set for Tom as he’s filming Spider-Man. You’re staying in the flat you both were living in during the production, patiently waiting for him to return home. You watched some movies, ate lunch, texted Harrison and did all you could to keep yourself from getting bored. So you were pretty happy when you heard the keys turning in the lock of the door. You eagerly go to greet him in the entry hallway, only to see him in a strange attire. Tom is wearing a black jacket over a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. However, underneath all that, he’s wearing the actual Spider-Man spandex. It was pretty hot…
“What are you doing in that thing?” You laugh as he chuckles at your reaction, putting his rucksack down on the floor. “Nice to see you, too.” He says sarcastically, before coming over to give you a sweet kiss. “I begged and begged and the costume department has finally let me keep this suit.” He says with the biggest grin. “And you wore it home?” You giggle. “Well, I know how much it turns you on.” Tom smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you another kiss. This one was far more passionate though. He wasn't wrong, either. You feel the Lycra fingers run up the back of your shirt, stroking your spine and sending chills through your body. He gives a small laugh into your lips, knowing he had all of you. You pull at the jacket, stripping it off of Tom’s arms and letting it drop to the floor. “Mmm fuck… Bedroom. Now.” Tom soon growls, breaking off your lips. “You got it, Spider-Man.” You smirk, taking his hand. Featuring:Tonight, the apartment Gavin was staying at was filled with music, alcohol and co stars. The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina cast had the weekend off, so naturally Gavin invited them all to his rented out apartment where they could all party and have fun. But as the night went on and the drunker they got, the boys got hornier and sweatier. Ross and Gavin were both shirtless, each wearing black pants with belts. Ross’ trail was as bushier as ever, while Gavin’s pecs were bounding as the two were dancing together. They were flirting with each other, making skin on skin contact and even Gavin pulled at Ross’ hair as he teased him.
“I want you.” Gavin soon whispered into Ross’ ear as the music was blasting. “Mmm, I want you too.” Ross purred, reaching down and tugging at Gavin’s belt. “Mmmhmm… Not here.” Gavin told him, blushing slightly, despite being drunk as hell. “Why not? They’d enjoy the show.” Ross reasoned, running a hand up Gavin’s solid body before giving one of his nipples a pinch. “Because I want you all to myself.” Gavin snarled, before taking Ross’ wandering hand. The two boys received some catcalling as the rest of the cast watched Gavin lead Ross towards his bedroom. Ross was bowling on the way, proud that everybody knows they’re about to fuck. It was a sunny, English day. The green grass of the golf course was glowing in the warm sun as a breeze blew by every few minutes. There was a huge event where lots and lots of celebrities were coming together for a golfing event, specifically Tom Holland and his brother Harry. They had both been swinging and swinging, sending the golf balls flying through the air towards the holes. But, a few hours in, all the players took a break, between holes. Tom and Harry were chatting in the shade of the trees, each wearing white polo shirts and black trousers. Tom was just wearing a cap, while Harry’s curls had been set free. They had both gotten increasingly sweaty, thankful for the breezes that came.
“Had enough water?” Tom asked Harry. “Yeah, I'm good. Like I'm thirsty, but for something else.” Harry said with a little smirk. “Oh really?” Tom smirked back, knowingly. “Yeah, I mean… Can you blame me? Your ripped body wrapped in that tight polo, I can see every muscle.” Harry whined, openly grabbing his crotch. “Why do you think I buy a sizes slightly too small for me?” Tom scoffed. “To turn me on?” “Obviously.” Tom chuckled. “Or Haz… Or Sam.” “Aha, well it's clearly working.” Harry laughed, before his eyes scanned the area. “Hey, c’mon, let's get into the bushes.” “Harry. We’re at a golfing event. With big stars and photographers. You really think it's worth risking being caught?” Tom pointed out. Harry took a moment to think about it. “Yeah.” He simply answered. “Yeah, you’re right, c’mon.” Tom scoffed, taking Harry’s hand and dragging him into the woods that were around the golf course’s perimeter. It was late at night. Brad had been working hard on the next single, making minor edits at a computer in his studio. You had been sitting on the sofa behind him as he worked, keeping him company as he worked. He was wearing a pale, pink button down shirt (which was halfway undone) with a pair of black trousers. As he works away though, your phone soon lights up. You look down and see that, not only was it 12:00am, but you have a little notification telling you it’s Brad’s birthday. You get up off the sofa and come up behind him as he’s still working with his headphones on, but he notices your presence.
“Heya.” He smiled, looking a bit tired as he took his headphones off, leaving them around his neck. “Sorry, I know it's late.” “It's fine, baby.” You say, wrapping your arms around him from behind the chair, running your hands beneath the shirt and feeling his soft, warm body. “Happy birthday.” You whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek. “Mmm thank you. I didn't even realise.” He half laughs as you continue to kiss the side of his face. “I’m your boyfriend. It's my job to be on the ball.” You chuckle. “Ball? Singular?” Brad says, half jokingly as he spins around in his chair so he’s facing you. “Always so smooth.” You tease, amused as he wraps his own arms around your waist and pulls you in, so you’re soon straddling his lap. One hand travels from your waist, to your stomach, up your body until it cups your face. His big brown eyes look into your face. “I love you.” He says, softly, before pulling you in for a kiss. You softly moan into his mouth as your lips begin a romantic dance together, sliding your tongues against each other. Things quickly get more and more heated as Brad’s hard cock is rubbing against your ass. Eventually, his patience runs out. |
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