oh my god the last gif :(

the  M A R K  of  O X I N 

created by 14 y/o @amazingphil (+ played by @danisnotonfire )


If you ever wanna remake that game… I’d happily do the art for it ;D

But seriously, that video and game was just so lovely to watch… Dan excitedly playing it and Phil reminiscing was really cute! 

Thank you for sharing it with us!

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Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None

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“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.


—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

Imagine Chris surprising you for your birthday.

A/N: Part 4! Ah, he’s just so freaking sweet. (Side note: Guess who’s going to see Ed Sheeran live?! I’m dying slightly, it’s going to be the best night of my entire life.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’)

Ava snuck Chris into your shared apartment- as planned- when he arrived at 7:21AM on a Friday morning, just in time for your twentieth birthday. He had a bouquet of red roses, two envelopes, and a little gift bag from Thomas Sabo with him, as he quietly made his way down the hall and into your room. He smiled when he saw you sleeping peacefully. For the first time, you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t because it was summer holidays and you had the day off. Chris knew about the rule you’d developed over years of working on your birthday and having your day ruined by rude customers; you would always ask for a day off on your birthday if you could afford it. And you could afford it, especially now that Chris was your overbearing fiancé who no longer took no for an answer when he wanted to financially support you. You were only still working because- one, you wanted to still have some independence, and two, your mom told him she wanted you to have a part time job- even if you only worked thrice a week- just to remain grounded. Who was Chris to argue with his future mother-in-law?

Your birthday plans had been to: sleep till nine, have brunch at your favorite bistro then shop till you dropped with your best friend, eat ice-cream cake over FaceTime with Chris, then head back to your family home to have a home cooked birthday dinner with your parents and older brother. Had been, because Chris had changed it without your knowledge. In fact, everyone except you knew what your new plans consisted of; everyone loved it, and they were sure you would too.

Chris chuckled softly as he lowered items he had in his hand on your desk beside your MacBook, where he’d FaceTime you last night while he was packing his bags getting ready to surprise you. It was only fair, you’d spent a weekend with him on his birthday- belated, but it still counted, so obviously he couldn’t let you spend your birthday without him. That and- he would’ve given any excuse to come see you even though the last time you were together wasn’t that long ago; Independence Day with his family at their holiday cabin. What could he say, other than he missed his beloved fiancée? If he could have you with him every day of every second, he would. You’d both probably get annoyed by the lack of space if that actually happened, but it was the thought that counts, and that thought was incredibly sweet and romantic.

Chris carefully crawled his way into your bed as he didn’t want to startle you, he wanted you to wake peacefully knowing it was him and not a murderer. He shuffled himself closer to you and did what he always did when he wanted you to roll over and enfold yourself into his arms. You must’ve forgotten your fiancé was actually still away from you and acted subconsciously because you did as he’d orchestrated, snuggling close to him with your arm draped over his stomach. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, holding you close to him. He took a moment to appreciate the bliss coming from the simplicity of the situation before he whispered, in a sing song voice, “good morning, sunshine.”

You stirred, and for a second, you forgot it was only August and that Chris was still meant to be away filming. You also forgot it was your birthday because all you could think about was Chris’ comforting and loving arms around you. You smiled as your eyes fluttered open, you tipped your head and kissed his jawline, “good morning.” It wasn’t until he was leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips that you remembered what day it was. “Holy crap!” You pushed yourself away from him and fell out of your bed before he could catch your wrist and pull you back in.

“Shit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he leaned over the edge to look at you, laughing when you did; you rubbed your elbow then the back of your head which you may have clipped on the corner of your bedside table. “Are you okay, baby?” He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of his hands which were placed one above the other. “I tried hard not to scare you, but clearly I needed to try harder.”

“Just a little bit,” you chuckled as you got to your feet. Chris moved back to his original position when you climbed back into bed, resting your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around you. “It is so good to see you,” you hugged him tightly and he chuckled, rubbing your back. “I thought you said you couldn’t come because of filming.”

“It’s called a lie, sweetheart,” he chuckled into your hair as he planted another kiss on the top of your head. “Of course I was coming,” he told you as you pulled away and sat up, turning to face him. “How can I not? You’re my fiancée and it’s your birthday, not even hellfire would’ve kept me away from seeing you.”

“I’d kiss you, but I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care, so c'mere.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him, but you pressed your hand over your mouth just as he leaned forward with closed eyes. His lips landed on the back of your hand instead, and he chuckled. “Seriously?” He quizzed with a raised brow. “Aren’t we past that by now?”

“You are, but I am not and I never will be.” You pulled your wrist out of his grip and hopped out of bed. “Just give me a second, I’ll be back with minty fresh breath and then we can make out like a couple of teenagers.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Which-” you glanced back at him with your hand on your doorknob, “I am no longer ‘cause I’m twenty today.” You grinned, which made his smile reach his eyes.

“Yes, you’re right,” he nodded. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thanks,” you chimed then opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Chris got off your bed as you disappeared to the bathroom, walking back over to his gifts so he could give them to you as soon as you returned. He smiled because he believed he nailed it this time, though he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to top it the years after. He sat down on the edge of your bed, facing the door as he fiddled with the envelopes. Which one was he to give you first? Perhaps the smaller notion, that way you’d have a bigger high to end on. He pressed his nose into the roses and chuckled because he loved how traditional you were. Other girls thought roses were overrated clichés, but not you- you could get a rose everyday and still swoon at the sight of another tomorrow. One of the many, many things he loved about you.

The door opened moments later and you returned, flashing your perfect teeth at him. He smiled and got to his feet, passing you the bouquet of roses first. Your face lit up as you took it from him, pressing your whole face into the bouquet which made him laugh. He then passed you the little bag from Thomas Sabo and you lowered the bouquet to unveil the charm he’d gotten you to add to the bracelet you’ve had since you were sixteen. He’d designed it himself and sent it into the company, begging them to help him make it for you. It was a globe that had ‘you are my world now’ engraved across the axis and your heart melted. How had you never thought of something so sweet to write about before? Real life Chris was definitely kicking Fan fic Chris in the butt.

“Chris,” you squealed his name as you held the charm up to get a closer look. “This is so sweet!” He laughed as he took the charm from you, and your wrist to help you clip it on. You didn’t usually wear your bracelet to sleep, but you’d forgotten to take it off last night. “Oh my God,” the words barely escaped your tightly gritted teeth, “I love you so much.” He laughed as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing his cheek in a playfully aggressive manner.

“Yeah, wait till you see these other gifts,” he grinned and held out the first envelope.

“Did you write me another story?” You asked as you started to carefully rip open the paper seal.

“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I think I’ll leave the writing to your brilliant mind.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes; he knew very well how brilliant he was too. “It’s got nothing to do with your talent and future career, it’s got more to do with my career.” You felt your jaw drop as you pulled out two plane tickets to Salt Lake City, as well as two VIP passes to the Comic-Con there. You were so distracted by the Comic-Con passes that you didn’t notice that one of the plane tickets was from Boston to Salt Lake City, and not Los Angeles. “I’m schedule to speak at a panel in September, so I thought you’d like to join me. I checked your class schedules! It’s during the beginning of your fall quarter and you don’t have any classes, so you can go without worrying about school.”

“You are nailing it,” you chuckled, giving his hand a quick squeeze before you returned your touch to the tickets. “Wait-” your eyes narrowed when you realized there were two tickets and two passes. “Why are there two? Aren’t you just going to fly from wherever you’re filming in September? I didn’t even think you’d need a pass considering you’re a panelist.”

“The second set is for Ava,” he told you with a chuckle and you felt your lips part with a gasp of realization. “I don’t know if she’ll be able to make it, but I think it’s nice to let her have the option of going. I know it’s not San Diego’s Comic-Con, but the two of you have always talked about attending one so…” He trailed off, smiling.

“You really need to stop making her fall deeper in-love with you, 'cause one day she’s going to kill me and steal you.” You joked then laughed when he did, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug.

“It’s going to be hard for her to kill you when your fiancé is Captain America,” he chuckled and you laughed harder. “And it’s also hard to steal someone that can’t be stolen.” You looked up as he dipped his head, kissing you. You smiled against the kiss, and he did too before breaking away. “And she doesn’t have me to thank, I only paid for the air ticket. Seb got her the pass, as panelist we only get one extra. Mine was for you, and Seb offered his to Ava considering…” He trailed off with pursed lips but you knew what he was talking about.

“How’s he doing with the breakup?” You asked. “He hasn’t said much about it, has he?” Chris shook his head and you sighed, feeling bad for Sebastian. “Was it bad?” You quizzed, wincing. “I know it’s been months, but they were together for quite a long time.”

“It was amicable, they’re still friends.” Chris told you and you nodded in acknowledgement. “But it’s still a breakup, y'know?” You nodded again. “Jenny and I had an amicable one, we’re still friends but- it definitely stung when it ended. So I don’t know, I think he just needs time. And-” he smiled at you, poking you in the cheek, “the perfect girl to fall in-love with.”

“You’re going to give me diabetes with all this sugar you’re showering me in,” you giggled and he chuckled, kissing your forehead before he released you to give you your last gift; the second envelope. “Another one?” You chuckled, taking it from him. “Chris, you do realize I’ve got more birthdays. I’m not dying tomorrow, so you can save some of these amazing gifts for next year.”

“Well- I would save this for next year, but it’s kind of time constricted.” You raised a brow, and he chuckled. “No, it’s not another convention. I think you’ll be bored attending all those events with me, it’s fairly repetitive.”

“I think we’ve established that I’ll never be bored with you,” you told him with a smile and he winked. You opened the envelope and immediately caught sight of a familiar blue color. You swore your heart stopped and you held your breath as you looked up with wide eyes to meet Chris’ gaze. He bit back his smile, wiggling his brows. “No,” you breathed.

“Yes,” he whispered, nodding.

“Ed Sheeran?!” You screamed as you pulled the tickets from the envelope; you screamed so loudly that Ava heard you from the other room and laughed. “Ed Sheeran, Chris? Ed Sheeran?” You asked in disbelief, making Chris laugh and nod. “Oh my God!” You screamed, jumping up and down. He smiled because he was very proud of himself to have given you something that drew that reaction from you; he reacted the same way when The Patriots won the Super Bowl. “Ed Sheeran, Ed Sheeran!” You cheered, throwing your arms around him as you continued to jump up and down.

You were a huge fan of Ed Sheeran, and even in saying that- it seemed like an understatement. You loved his music to the point where you owned every album of his- both digital and vinyl. To you, his music was inspiring; you used often used his songs as prompts to write. He was one of the few artists that had albums you could listen to without feeling the need to skip over any songs, and to be able to listen to him live- it was the absolute dream. You had a bucket list and attending an Ed Sheeran concert was on it, you just didn’t think it’d be that soon.

You’d tried to get tickets when he announced his 'Divide’ world tour. You’d personally saved a sum and was going to treat yourself to the concert of your dreams. You’d tried and you’d failed despite how much time you invested in the purchasing of the tickets, spending a whole day by your MacBook, iPad, and iPhone. You refreshed it so many times, you swore you were going to break the internet. Finally when the tickets came on sale, you saw that they were out of your price range; your heart broke and you turned off all your devices.

By the time Chris had heard about it and offered you his credit card number, the tickets had sold out. Sure, there were other venues in other states that you could fly to and attend. But you didn’t want to spend unnecessary money, especially when it wasn’t your money you were spending. You may have agreed to let Chris take care of you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad when he whipped out his credit card for you. So what if he could afford it? You needed to make your own way in the world, that was how your parents raised you. Your mom always said, “be rich, don’t marry rich.” But hey, this was different. This was him getting you an amazing and thoughtful birthday present, so you could accept it without guilt. Well- without a ton of guilt.

“Yes, Ed Sheeran,” he chuckled, hugging you back so you’d stop jumping. You drew back slightly and cupped his face in your hands, smiling with tears of joy in the corner of your eyes. “We’re going to his Boston show. You’ll meet me there, we’ll attend the concert, then fly to Salt Lake City together.” You raised a brow then quickly diverted your attention back to the Salt Lake City plane tickets, one was indeed from Boston. “I was a little worried you’d notice that,” he admitted with a soft chuckle.

“It wouldn’t have spoiled the surprise,” you smiled and he smiled back. “You are honestly the best fiancé a girl could ask for.” You hugged him again, and his smile widened as he hugged you back. “And I’m retiring Fan fic Chris, by the way,” you joked because you weren’t. “Real life Chris is a thousand times better.”

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Part 5A

Title: All Over You

Character: Isaac “Ike” Evans

TV: Magic City

Warnings: 100% smut!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

For @jmackie1983 😘

The sea of half naked females that roamed the biggest suite at The Miramar Playa was downright distracting.

Ike knew that there was going to be modeling, but he didn’t realize that it would be this bad. Stevie’s eyes kept roaming all over the women and it took all Ike had not to smack him upside the head.

Lenny Bordeaux was the photographer and he had specific standards for the women and place that he wanted.

Ike couldn’t really complain because the man had paid a week’s worth for the room… in cash.

“Isaac, is that you?”

The soft feminine voice made Ike’s body go rigid.

“Oh my god, it is you!” the woman came into view and he felt his whole body heat up.

Jennifer Azura was a woman that could bring him down to his knees with just one look.

Her smile was infectious, her plump nude lips shiny from her recently applied makeup.

“Jen,” Ike smiled, holding out his arms.

She threw herself into his embrace, giving him a good squeeze.

“How are you?” she asked, pulling back.

“Living the life,” Ike chuckled, holding onto her arms.

“I see this! I knew you’d get this place up and running!”

Ike touched a curl that rested on her bare shoulder, “I see life’s been good to you,”

She shrugged, smiling, “I can’t complain. Other than these awful corsets, I’m on cloud nine,”

The photographer shouted that he wanted an empty set, sending everyone out. Ike was about to leave when Jennifer reached out, “Stay?”

“You really want to piss him off?”

Lenny was cursing a gopher with his thick Cajun accent.

“Fuck ‘em,” Jennifer leaned in, giggling.

She took Ike’s arm and threw it over her shoulder, wrapping her other around his waist, “Come on big man. Watch me in action,”

Ike kissed Jennifer’s cheek and stayed behind the camera.

“Cher, we done been t’rough dis. I want sexy, I want you to love the camera,”

Jennifer nodded.

While she situated herself, Ike took her in. Her hair before she became a model was a lovely shade of brown.

Her hair now was considered drastic for this time and age, but it fit her so well. While her roots were her natural brown, it faded into a grayish blue, with the ends a midnight blue hue. Her makeup was natural, showing her true, beautiful self.

When she stripped herself of the robe, Ike damn near came in his pants.

She wore a tight, black corset, black bra, panties and thigh high boots. The tattoos that her clothes normally covered up, were on display.

Ike was thankfully in the shadows, so no one saw him adjust his aching erection.

He watched as her face became stern, but sexy at the same time. Jennifer looked as if she was ready to dish out spankings and Ike was more than willing to take a few from her.

Lenny stood and walked around Jennifer, clicking his tongue, “You missin’ somethin’ Cher,”

Biting her lip, she looked over at Ike, then whispered to Lenny.

“Ohhhh girl! There you go!”

Jennifer went to Ike, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the set.

“Just play along… It’ll be fun,”

“Okay,” Ike smiled, licking his bottom lip.

When Lenny rose the camera, Ike threw his hand up, shielding his face.

“It’s okay, Isaac!” Jennifer said, “You won’t be in the picture. I promise,”

Reluctantly, Ike put his hand down, “What do you need me for?”

Jennifer winked, gripping the straps of her bra and looked at the camera.

She watched Ike’s expression as pulled her bra off and bared her breasts.

Ike swallowed, the lump in his throat growing.

Leaning back with her hands on the arm of the couch, Jennifer arched her back, making her breasts pop.

Another flash of the camera and more praise from Lenny.

“Just a couple more, Cher!”

Walking up to Ike, she ran her manicured hand down Ike’s chest, “Have a smoke, Darlin’?”

With shaky hands, Ike pulled out the small box of Golden Kings and placed the cigarette between Jennifer’s lips.

He flicked the lighter, lighting it as she inhaled.

Going to the couch, she sat on the arm with her legs crossed as she held the cigarette to her lips.

Lenny clicked many more photographs as she finished the smoke.

“Oooooo Honey! I t’ink I need a smoke after dis! You know what? Take a break, okay Cher?”

Lenny put the camera down and left the suite.

Jennifer stood and approached Ike, clearing her throat, “You okay?”

Even though his pants were tight and he was horny as hell while watching this beautiful woman pose seductively; he spoke with calmness and finesse.

“Yes Ma'am,”

Jennifer touched each button of Ike’s shirt, until she tapped the button to his trousers, “Would you like some help with this?”

Ike ran his eyes down Jennifer’s body, noticing that her nipples began to tighten.

He admitted to himself that it had been a while and knowing Jennifer well, was enough for him.

“You sure we have time?” he asked, looking to the door.

She smiled, going to the door and locking it. Turning, she leaned against the door, biting her lip.

“Mr. Evans… it seems I’ve been a bad, bad girl,”

So this was the game she wanted to play? No problem.

He snapped his fingers, “Get over here,”

Jennifer obeyed immediately.

“Just how bad have you been?” Ike asked, taking the tip of his finger and circling her nipple.

Jennifer took a deep breath, “Very, very bad,”

“Is that so? Just what should your punishment be?”

She became some what twitchy, “A spanking,”

“Seems fair,” Ike said, grazing his hand over her breasts as he went to the bed.

He sat down, and snapped his fingers again.

With a quick, but gentle yank, Ike had her over his knees.

Sliding his hand into her panties, he pulled them down to her knees.

Raising his hand, he brought it down onto her ass, using half of his strength.

Jennifer moaned, rubbing her legs together.

Ike brought his hand down again, harder this time. The slap was loud, the imprint of his hand welling up on both cheeks.

“Ahh!” Jennifer shouted, gasping for breath.

“Harder,” she asked.

Ike did as she asked, this one the hardest he’d ever be able to dish out.

“Fuck! Ike…”

“Shhhhh,” he soothed.

Holding the middle of her back, he ran his fingers over her folds, easily dipping them into her.

Her gentle cries turned into writhing moans as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her.

“Another, please?” she begged.

“Last one, Jennifer,” Ike said, breaking character for a split second.

With his the hand that was wet with her juices, he brought it down one last time.

“Oh my god,” she moaned.

“Get up,” Ike ordered.

He helped her sit up, letting the blood rush back down from her face.

Ike stood, unbuckling his pants and releasing his hard erection.

Jennifer dropped to her knees, taking the hot, velvety skin in her hand. Wasting no time, she licked up his length and sucked gently on the head, making precum seep from the slit.

As she pulled her head back, she pumped him, spreading the slick liquid over him.

Going lower, she licked Ike’s heavy sac, then back up his length.

They paused, hearing voices outside the door.

Ike pulled Jennifer up, and bent her onto the bed, not able to wait any longer.

He held onto both of her shoulders and gave her one hard, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat.

She moaned loudly, her face in the comforter. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder and whispered, “Don’t hold back,”

Ike’s thrusts were damn near painful, but so pleasurable. He used, long, hard thrusts, making Jennifer’s whole body move over the bed.

Raising her leg, she opened herself up more to him.

Letting his hands slide down her body, he held her waist and sped up his thrusts, so much so that his heavy sac slapped against her exposed clit, pushing her over the edge.

Jennifer shoved her face into the comforter, screaming as she came.

Ike rode her until she came down from her high. He was so close, and yet, at the same time, he still wanted to bring her to another orgasm.

“Ike,” she panted, reaching behind her as she grabbed him when he pulled back.

Jennifer turned, dropping to her knees again and taking him deep into her mouth.

He groaned, grabbing handfuls of her gorgeous hair.

As she bobbed her head up and down, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on the head as if it were a lollipop.

Pulling back, she pumped him as she circled her tongue around the seeping helmet. Sticking out her tongue, she wiggled him against her, watching as his breathing became faster.

When his moans became louder, she took him back into her mouth, swallowing him as she fondled his sac.

He bent at the waist, coming hard down her throat.

Jennifer gasped, still pumping him through his orgasm as she pulled him from her mouth.

Catching the come on her fingers, she coated his length, then swallowed him one last time, making his whole body twitch.

“Holy… fuck,” he panted.

Laughter came from the other side of the door. Ike helped Jennifer stand, taking a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping her mouth.

“Don’t go anywhere, please?” she asked him.

He nodded, watching as she quickly ran to the bathroom. While she cleaned herself up, he took that time to get himself in order.

When she came back out from the bathroom, she looked as if nothing had happened. The only giveaway was her rosy cheeks.

Being a gentleman, Ike grabbed her robe and helped her put it on. As she turned, he smiled at her and tied the sash on her robe.

“Tonight, get dolled up. I’m taking you out,”

Her eyes widened as she grinned, “Really?”

“Really,” he chuckled.

“Cher! Op’n the door!” Lenny hollered, knocking loudly.

She blushed, going over to unlock the door. Lenny may have sounded mad, but all he did was wink at her when he came inside.

Isaac took this as his cue to leave. He stopped, holding Jennifer’s elbow, “I’ll see you later, Honey,”

Jennifer pressed her body close to his and kissed him slowly.

Her mouth tasted minty as Ike dipped his tongue into her mouth, “Tonight Jennifer,”

He felt her body shiver as he stepped away, her delicate sigh ghosting over his cheek.

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