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[cherryfatale]

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[cherryfatale]

we are in a serious nikola jokic fic deficit right now.

[loka-luka]

This is the kind of rage you see in war (or war games at least 🏀)

[cherryfatale]

i have nothing appropriate to say

[cherryfatale]

takes two ↬ luka doncic & nikola jokic

NSFW 18+ MDNI

content: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, threesome

a/n: thank yall for the love on the last one, got me blushinnnnn’ <3 also send me recs, requests, or whatever cause i wanna interact with yall lol listened to the danny crush remix of WFHTDH for this lolll

Maybe you’d bitten off a bit more than you could chew with this one.

You’d been with Luka for a few months now- seen in tabloids and social media outlets together with no secrecy about your relationship. But it was also no secret to Luka that you’d also been seeing Nikola- who you’d been sleeping with on the side.

Luka didn’t care much about it considering you made it clear you weren’t exclusive.

“I just…don’t feel like being tied down to anybody right now,” you’d passively say.

He’d make a sarcastic comment at text messages you’d get while you were lying together, asking if your “other boyfriend” was trying to reach you. He’d roll his eyes, but you visibly noticed how hard he got at the thought.

For Nikola, you knew he loved the competition of it all- having something of Luka’s after commentators have been pitting them against each other for so long now.

“How does Luka feel knowing I’m fucking you too?” he’d groan in your ear while fucking you dumb.

And for you, you loved the freedom. Two of the hottest athletes in the world were available at the tap of your finger, and it worked just fine.

You’d never thought about what you’d do if they had crossed paths though.

One night, while you and Nikola were in your living room, you got a text from Luka:

I’m outside.

You paused, looking around slightly confused. You were both half naked and dangerously close to being completely undressed and underneath him.

“One sec,” you trailed off, grabbing your robe and making your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, sure enough, Luka was standing outside- jaw clenched with his hands shoved in his pockets while he glanced around.

You slowly crack the door open, trying to hide your figure behind it.

“Hey…” you said with confusion.

“I know he’s here,” he said, moving to lean against the door frame so he was closer to your face.

Before you could even ask how he knew, you felt a large hand creep from behind you and rest on your waist.

“Because I texted him,” Nikola’s deep voice reverberated in your ear.

-

On your knees, resting on the edge of your bed, you let Nikola slowly pull the robe off of your shoulders- exposing your naked chest to the cold air.

Despite the height of your bed, he still towered over you- reaching his hands around you to hold your chest while he sucked on the tender skin of your neck.

Across the bed, Luka stood and watched while taking his sweatshirt and sweatpants off. Through his boxers, you could see his hard length pressing against the fabric.

You move your head back and hold Nikola’s chin, pulling him into a kiss. He moaned slightly into your mouth, sliding his tongue across your lips to meet yours.

This riles him up- as he reaches to lift you up in his arms. You wrap your legs around him, not breaking away from his lips. The sensation of being completely pressed against his bare chest and body left you just as hungry.

Nikola moves towards the bed, laying you on your back as Luka moves to stand next to him- now completely undressed. You look up at the sight, both men standing over you and you’re completely slick just from looking at them.

Luka bends down, situating himself above you before kissing you. He moves from your lips, down to your neck and collar bone.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers in your ear with a chuckle.

“God, yes,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. With one arm propping him above you, Luka used the other hand to snake down to your folds- rubbing against them before sliding his fingers inside of you.

You jump at the feeling, tightening your grip around his neck. You let your head fall back, turning slightly to see Nikola at the end of the bed. He stared intently while stroking his cock- his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

Luka kept his pace, watching you squeeze your eyes shut and let your mouth hang open. He stops abruptly and pulled you down to the end of the bed. He spread your legs, staring at the sight before lining himself up with you. Slowly, he pressed his cock against your hole before thrusting in. You moan loudly, arching your back off of the bed from the feeling.

Luke stands up straight now, holding your ankles and starting to thrust into you with deep movements.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching himself move in and out of you.

Nikola moves now to lay next to you as Luka continues. He rests on his side and reaches up to your face, completely turning your gaze towards him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he says lowly- one hand holding your chin and the other stroking his cock.

You could barely hold his gaze- looking between him and his cock while trying to not squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling of Luka inside you.

You felt his pace quicken before groaning, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He fell forward, still keeping his pace while holding himself above you- his face tucked in the crook of your neck and grunting in your ear.

The sensation of his breath on your neck sent you over- a loud moan escaping your mouth as you grabbed Luka. Your fingers dug into his back all while you still held Nikola’s eye.

Despite forcing your gaze, Nikola was the first to break- throwing his head back as he continued working himself. With a guttural moan, he finished- roping his come across his stomach.

Luka continued breathing heavy on top, still twitching inside of you, as Nikola laid beside you while still catching his breath.

You stare up at the ceiling, a smile creeping onto your face as you thought about doing this every time.

[cherryfatale]

right now ↬ joe burrow

NSFW 18+ MDNI

content: smut, oral, public a/n: i got nothing other than thanking new followers and the four divas who liked my last one ily. listened to right now by pnd for this one.

You were getting a bit impatient.

The tall brunette who asked to get you a drink was leaning against the bar top, unable to catch the attention of the bartenders. You weren’t too eager to talk to him anyways, as you couldn’t hear him when he introduced himself earlier and you were more interested in dancing now. You were still a bit drunk from pre-gaming at your friend’s apartment anyhow.

As you waited, you glanced around, bobbing your head to the music. Despite how packed the club was, you noticed your friends still out on the dance floor, laughing and dancing with some randoms they had just met.

You were trying to take a chance on this nameless brunette, but it was hard. Even though you were fighting, nobody was touching Joe in the looks department.

Honestly, you couldn’t even remember what made you mad. All you knew was that he had pissed you off last week and your friends thought a night out would help get your mind off of him.

You look up, noticing a balcony section where people were popping bottles and dancing against the balcony above the crowd.

Damn, you needed to get up there. Maybe you’d get a drink faster.

As you watch them, your eyes move and catch the gaze of someone else. You would recognize that smirk and blonde hair poking out of a backwards hat from anywhere. You couldn’t tell if he was also staring at you, glancing around for a second to see if anyone else was looking up. When you looked back, he was smiling harder, mouthing “you.”

You tired to bite down on your smile, rolling your eyes away from his gaze. But you knew he was still watching you.

Of all the clubs in the city, of course he’d be at this one at this exact moment. And even more obvious- that he’d be perched up in a section.

You glance back up to see his face get a bit more serious, licking his lips before mouthing “come up here.”

At first, you scoff- turning away to hide your smile. But when you look back, he was still staring and biting his lip.

“I miss you,” he mouthed.

Okay- maybe this argument was ridiculous after all. Your stomach twitched at the sight of him and you wished you could hear the words come from his mouth.

You look back at the bar, shocked to find the brunette man leaned against the counter still waiting for a drink. Though it felt kind of rude, you began making your way towards the stairs.

While hyping yourself up, you maneuvered your way through the crowd with the purple and blue lights shining over you.

Joe was waiting next to the bouncer at the bottom of the staircase, who was laughing and chatting with him.

When he saw you, his smile turned into an agape mouth- scanning your bandage dress that fit perfectly around your hips and waist. You also couldn’t help but look him up and down, as you were a sucker for an all-black fit and chain.

“I knew you’d come,” he smiled, reaching to take your hand.

“Well, you practically begged me,” you retorted, grabbing his hand and letting him guide you up the spiral stairs and into the section.

It wasn’t packed, but there were definitely more people than you’d expected. It was mostly other gorgeous women, all excitedly taking photos or pouring drinks for each other. There were still men, who watched the girls they probably had invited up there.

A few shots later, you and Joe were standing at the railing, looking out on the venue. His arms were snaked around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he mumbled by your ear, “you haven’t been answering my texts.”

You try to hide your smile. “I didn’t want to,” you said. He smacked his lips in response but you could feel his smirk.

“Come with me,” he said, holding your hand and guiding you through the section and around the balcony.

He led you to the restroom clear on the other side of the venue, opening the door for you and following you in. Fortunately, this wasn’t as gross as club bathrooms typically are.

There were no stalls, only one large restroom with deep purple walls and black sconces for dim lighting. Your heels clacked against the black marble floor, but you could hear the music from outside perfectly- with PND starting to play.

Joe held your waist and pulled you to the wide counter, backing you against it. Immediately, his lips met yours- kissing you fervently.

“You say sorry by dragging me into a bathroom?” you mumble between kisses.

“You just look so good,” he began, “I needed to pull you away.” He lifts you up quickly, setting you on the counter and wrapping your legs around him. He continues kissing you, his hips now grinding against you and causing your dress to ride up.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck as you reached up to pull his hat off- weaving your fingers through his soft hair as your lips and tongues continued to tangle.

Breathlessly, he stopped for a second, leaning back to see you completely. He reached his hand to hold your chin, pulling you up for a soft kiss.

“Who was that guy you were with?” He asked.

You pulled back and smacked your lips, feigning annoyance.

“He was nobody. He just wanted to get me a drink,” you answered truthfully, “Who are all the girls in your section?” Joe smiled at this.

“They aren’t with me, swear,” He said, leaning back in and situating himself flush against you, “cause I was waiting for you.”

You could feel the heart beat between your legs from the mixed sensation of hearing him speak and having him so close to you.

His lips found their way to your neck, kissing and sucking down to your collarbone. He cups your breasts that were tightly bound in your strapless dress, sucking the exposed flesh- causing you to throw your head back.

You could feel his smile against your skin as he kissed you. He moved down your dress and stopped where it started to ride up. You lower your head to meet his gaze as he lifts your dress over your butt- exposing your panties to him.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” he cooed, index fingers hooked around the fabric. You nod, already a mess from his kisses and having him sit between your legs.

He slowly pulled them down your legs and over your heels, tossing them on the counter next to his hat. He lifted your legs over his shoulder and reached up to hold your hips before diving in.

You threw your head back once again, moaning softly as Joe quickly began lapping at your pussy. You could feel him circle your clit with his tongue, his fingers digging deeper into your waist.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, tightening your legs around his shoulders and moving your hips against his mouth.

You couldn’t even think about the fact that you were in the middle of a nightclub- that someone could be standing outside waiting, or walk in for that matter. You could only focus on Joe leaving you completely undone at his touch.

Just as you started to feel yourself about to cum, he lifted head and stood over you. All in one motion, he positioned your legs closer to your chest, and while leaning in to kiss you, pushed his ring and middle finger inside of you.

“Fuck,” you moaned against his lips as he pushed in and out of you rapidly, curling his fingers with each thrust.

“Tell me how much you missed me,” he growled.

You could barely form a thought, only looking into his eyes with your mouth hanging wide open.

“I-I,” you whined at his touch, “I missed you so much.”

He crashed his lips into yours as you finally came, a guttural moan escaping you as your back arched off of the counter.

He continued to kiss you as you rode your high, fingers still inside of you slowly massaging your walls.

Once you broke away, he handed you your panties.

“Do you wanna finish this somewhere else?”

[cherryfatale]

i want to live in italy, i want to live in brazil, i want to live in madagascar. like why can’t i do it all?

[loka-luka]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[loka-luka]

[cherryfatale]

he comes at night ↬ nikola jokic

NSFW 18+ MDNI

content: vampire au, smut, female masturbation, unprotected sex, biting, vampire haunting, intruder. a/n: first fic in a while, so feel free to comment your thoughts lol i am a chronic em dash user, this is not ai and will never be ai (i despise ai with my entire being). listened to “fire in my heart” by escape from new york while writing if you want to be immersed.

You were restless.

Another sleepless night spent tossing, sweating, and finding your sheets thrown to the floor.

Others were beginning to notice, including your professor whom you’ve grown close to since undergrad.

“Maybe the graduate program is getting to you…” she trailed off, assessing your disheveled appearance during office hours. All you could do was sit up a bit straighter and swallow the embarrassment.

Could your entire schooling and potential career be completely wasted? All because of him?

Him.

Yes, him- and you couldn’t even tell anyone who he was because you were not sure yourself. Every night for the past three weeks he comes to you, filling your thoughts as soon as your lids shut.

At first, it was nightmarish. A large, towering figure propping himself up above you in your bed. There was no face, only darkness engulfing where it should be. You couldn’t move a limb, completely petrified at the thought of it being real. No words could escape your mouth- not even a meek “help.” Not like it would’ve made any difference since you live alone with nobody to save you from this night terror- which terrified you even more.

You thought you were just overworking yourself, scrolling through video lectures and notes too late at night. So you tried reading or meditating an hour before bed to clear your mind.

It was no use, he still came.

Though instead of just towering over your still body as he had before, he began to move- to speak. The first time, he had situated himself above you- though you did not feel his weight on you at all. All you felt was his frighteningly cold breath as he’d lean closer to your head, one large hand slowly removing the hair that covered your ears as he whispered.

Come to me.

You felt the cold from his breath trace down your spine, your legs twitching at the sensation. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your earlobe as he spoke, an unnaturally sharp tooth grazing you.

You jolted upright, the room completely empty and lifeless- save from your curtains billowing gently from the open window you swore you had closed.

It has been like this the past five days. He looms over you, caressing you slightly before whispering- his thick accent making your eyes flutter slightly.

Come to me.

You’re sat at your desk, the sun completely removed from the sky- the only light illuminating your bedroom coming from the crescent moon. You stare blankly out the window, watching the few people still out make their way through the cobblestone streets under the orange streetlights. You remember when you had the energy to still be outside at this hour, clamoring through the quiet city streets with your friends. Now, you’re in your nightgown and completely ready for bed before ten as you anticipate him.

You pull the open window shut, latching it even though you know it’s no use.

Moving through the dark room, you peel your sheets back, sliding under them and laying flat on your back. Your heart is already beginning to pound with your pulse beating in your ears. You hated that you knew he’d come- that his presence was inevitable. And what you hated more was the knot in your stomach when you thought about him.

There should be nothing exciting about a figure that haunts your sleep- turning you into a shell of a person during the day and a nervous wreck at night. Despite all this, you can’t help but imagine what he’d look like, if you could see the face that speaks to you so clearly- luring you through your petrified state.

As you thought about the grayness of it all, your beating pulse lulls you to sleep.

-

Your eyes shoot open.

Your heart pounds through your ears as you glance around, assessing your room. It was empty, completely silent, and the open window brought a breeze in.

You pulled yourself up, a deep sigh escaping you. Had you finally stopped dreaming of him? Confused, you throw yourself back down and crashed onto your pillow, screwing your eyes shut in slight embarrassment.

Maybe now that you’ve come to accept his presence, your mind no longer lets you see him. Why did this fill you with a bit of sadness- longing?

Come to me.

You could hear him so clearly in your mind now. His deep, gruff voice- his accent. You screw your eyes shut harder.

As his voice rang through your head, you pull your hand from the pillow behind your head and slowly slip it under the sheets. Lifting your nightgown slightly, you slid your panties to the side- feeling the slick already accumulating.

You moan before you even touch yourself, imagining him grazing your folds as he had with your hair. If it’s all in your head, why does it all feel so real in this moment?

Your middle finger rhythmically circled your clit, your free hand pressing on your abdomen for support. You let your mouth hang open, huffing at the sensation.

You open your eyes for a split second and he’s there.

You couldn’t even scream, only letting out a high pitched moan from your touch.

“Come for me,” he spoke, changing the mantra you’ve been repeating in your head the past minute. He was still faceless, but his figure seemed even larger now. He still hovered over your body- it was too dark to see if he really was levitating like you’d imagined. It all felt so real now.

You didn’t feel the fear you had felt weeks ago. Instead, you listened- tracing your puffy clit once more. As you started, it felt as though the moon had shifted and began revealing him to you. His face was white, with a beautifully hooked nose and a brown colored beard. His bright eyes gazed into yours, and you thought the moon cascaded over the blue color.

Now that you could see him better, he had both his large hands on either side on your head and his body planking over you. He was covered in a black cloak-like fabric that hid his body from you.

“Will you?” He asked, taking you out of your trance.

“…y-yes,” you finally croaked, feeling the knot in your stomach about to come undone. You ignored your sensitive clit and pressed your middle and ring finger deep inside of you, drilling as you stared into his eyes. With your back arching and your breath hitched in your throat, you let out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut. One of his large hands gently held your face and aligned it with his, forcing your gaze onto him.

After you rode your orgasm to its finish, you stared up at him. His eyes scanned over your flushed face and your parted mouth that begged for a command.

As though you had asked him verbally, he situated himself between your legs and lifted himself upright- completely towering over you. Slowly, he drew back his cloak, revealing his bare broad shoulders and chest to you as the fabric slid to the floor.

After letting you stare wide eyed at his figure, he crawled towards your face, his unnaturally cold chest pressing slightly against your own. He found himself in your ear again, that familiar chilly breath hitting your neck when he spoke.

“I want to make you feel the same way,” he began, “if not better. Can I?” He pulled back to meet your gaze.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “please.”

He grinned slightly, and you basked in the feeling of finally seeing his face. As his lips widened, he revealed two abnormally sharp upper canines.

Before you could even furrow your brows at the sight, he raised himself upright again. He stared into your pleading eyes as he undid the dark pants he had on, sliding them down to reveal his full length to you. You gawked as he tossed his pants next to the cloak and crawled back up to you.

His right hand found its way to your throbbing pussy, sliding from your hole to your clit and feeling how wet you were. You notice that throughout it all, his eyes remained locked on yours, and you couldn’t move your gaze. He pulled his hand away from you, sliding his fingers into his mouth- brushing them against his canines, watching you bite your lip hard.

He pulled his hand back down, pumping himself before aligning with you. He pushed his tip in slowly, before placing both hands next to your head and pushing completely inside of you all at once.

Your back fully arched, convulsing at the feeling as you yelled out. You could feel him stretch you completely, balls deep inside of you. His eyes watched as you gasped for air and grabbed at his biceps. Before you could fully take it in, he began pumping deep into you- slow, rhythmic thrusts.

You stared into his eyes, mouth agape as his hips met yours with each thrust. You thought you could feel him in your throat, each pump pushing a quick breath out of you.

He grabbed both your legs, straightening them in the air with one hand as he pushed into you hands-free, picking up his rhythm. Still, you could only stare at him in awe, scared to close your eyes and find that it was all a dream once more.

It was hard to keep his eye, as your lids fluttered hard at the sensation. You found yourself incoherent, only drunkenly mumbling out “fuck”s and “oh my god”s in between your guttural moans.

He let your ankles go, placing your legs around his waist as he propped himself above you once more. He kept his quick pace without losing breath, his breathing completely steady and unwavering. He found the crook of your neck, the first he’s broke contact to mumble in your ear.

“You feel so amazing,” he growled, “I want you to come for me.”

His voice in your ear was the perfect touch to push you over the edge. You felt tears welling in your eyes from pleasure as you continued huffing with each thrusts.

“I want you to make me come, please” you moaned loudly, finding yourself reaching your climax. Just as you felt yourself clench and twitch, his lips found the softness of your neck and you felt the pinch of his teeth against your flesh.

You screamed out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut instinctually. You grinded yourself against him, your breath shuttering with each movement- reveling in the bliss. Your body collapsed back against the bed, rising and falling with each deep breath.

When you opened your eyes to meet his, you were alone once more- the morning sun shining across your empty bedroom. Confused, you sat up completely straight, still regaining your breath and consciousness.

There was nothing- nobody. There was only the sound of the birds and morning commuters outside, your sheets tossed to the floor like usual, and the curtains moving with the breeze.

You fell back against your pillows, grabbing your head in confusion. It all felt so real. Just as you decided to start moving for the day despite your frustration, your hand clasped your neck- your fingers rubbing and feeling two punctures against your flesh.

[tahoori]

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