#jokic

[sipulili]

various assignment things i found on pinterest (more under the cut)

[inesvazquezart]

Quick thingy, because it´s awesome to see Westbrook thriving in Denver alongside Jokic, after all the slack his got in recent years.

[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.

[newgodpho]

Best in the World

[sleepyghostmp3]

What if NIKOLA JOKIC was a Pokemon Trainer 🤔

Free wallpaper at my KoFi:

https://ko-fi.com/s/f541dc1ace

[doubleclutch]

How are they letting Jokic put up these insane numbers?

[aaronwiggins]

[ohenliska]