#Luka Dončić

[goldfades]

Bestie I thought of crash out couple the entire time during the game last night. Just know my girl would have been yelling about his 45 point game and win!!!! Also would’ve been with the fans chanting to fire nico

OMG YESSSSS anon you are so real for this because literally same 😭😭😭 like the whole time luka was cooking the lakers i was just sitting there thinking “no because crash out queen would’ve been LOSING HER MIND”

CRASH OUT COUPLE DURING MAVS VS LAKERS aka luka drops 45 and reader turns into a one-woman SWAT team

first of all—you already know she cleared her schedule the second luka said "we're playing the lakers" because she lives to beef with certain teams 💀 like she's courtside IN HER JERSEY, not even trying to be neutral, absolutely no chill, her iced out “77” chain swinging as she’s standing up yelling:

"GET HIM A SCREEN THEN!!! WHO GONNA GUARD HIM?! WHO?!"

second—her yelling over the crowd when luka hits his 30th point like:

“Y’ALL BETTER GET THIS MAN A MVP VOTE OR I’M STORMING THE PANEL!!!”

also—the entire fourth quarter, she’s fully standing, arms crossed, pacing like she's coaching the game. mouth moving a mile a minute, yelling at refs, chirping from the sideline, taking her role as luka’s honorary assistant coach very seriously.

and then luka hits that dagger 3 and she doesn't even celebrate right away—she just turns to the court with her hands up like:

“WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT. DID. I. SAY.” “THAT’S MY HUSBAND. I BEEN SAID THAT.”

now the nico chants??? please. she's CHANTING WITH THEM. in full “fan turned management” mode. she's got her phone out recording the crowd like:

“if luka drops 45 and y’all still don’t fix this roster, i will be making calls. i know a few agents. don’t test me.”

post-game she’s standing outside the locker room with a protein shake and a baddie grin like:

“my big boy just served a 45 piece combo with lemon pepper and no help. who else doin it like him?”

and finally—her post on instagram is so unserious, something like:

📸: picture of luka sweating post-game looking fine as hell caption: “45 points and he still mine. thank you God 🥰”

[zetterbabe]

luka's tribute video (04.09.25)

[hvnsinureyes]

this is like the most random thought but how do you think luka would be at wedding planning? i like to think he’d try to be soooo chill about it but would find himself upset if the specially ordered napkins for your engagement dinner had the wrong date on them or something

warnings | none, basically what the ask said

you're the one who's planning everything and luka's paying. he'll give his feedback when needed, but at the end of the day it's all up to you. period. hell, you want to walk down the aisle on a lion? really insane, but sure babe whatever you say!

i personally believe he has great taste in color scheme, mainly cuz of his sneaker's (they're so pretty btw!!). he'd probably be really into how the tables would be set up, little details like the flowers, placement of the utensils and plates, color of the napkins, would probably want your initials to be embroidered somewhere on your veil or his suit– he becomes a bit of a diva, despite literally being the one who said you should have full control of things, but it's honestly because he wants the best for you both. he's always willing to compromise and is more focused on actually getting married to you. that's the most important thing to him, but he lets himself have fun with planning.

but i agree nonnie! luka does try to be chill when something goes wrong. yet he holds it in around you, not wanting to worry you even further. wedding planning can be hell and the last thing he wants is to add to your stress. that being said, when you're not around, he will really let it all out. not to the point where he's screaming at people or anything, but he'll sigh, groan, sneakily cuss in slovenian, and have the most pissed off expression ever. you're wondering what's wrong and he's smiling in your face like "nothing sweetheart i'm perfectly fine :)" sure, okay...he is not fine btw please hug him.

he will not hesitate to get things fixed though!! cake isn't getting delivered in time? he'll go down there and get it himself. the shoes he's supposed to wear on his wedding day came in a little small? he'll make it fit. he's very willing to sacrifice his sanity to make things work (multiple times you have begged him to calm down and try not to exhaust himself too much...he doesn't listen).

[lukai-7711]

The all black revenge outfit stays winning

[lewypool]

The Trial of Luka Dončić

[goingextinct]

oh wow kyrie was right he IS a big teddy bear

[summerscold]

I miss my shayla

[luka-kwoncic]

This man really said "I can sleep in my bed tonight" when asked what his favorite part of being back in Dallas was. FUCK YOU NICO.

[nottodayjustin]

February 1st 2025 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

Hey Canucks fans remember when I said I promised you’d stop being the main character on here yesterday? Well I lied I’m sorry, I’m only human 😭

[lukatchm]

NBA yaoi has taken over nbatwitter lately and they arguing which one is Luka's ship😭 idk i take it as a progress for basketballwrld lol

[darling-flora]

he doesn't do it for everyone but...😮‍💨

[goldfades]

I think it just makes sense for a little blurb about crash out queen going to the lakers game supporting her hubby

I can def see her going super early to watch him warm up (wearing his new jersey obv) and the cameras follow her the whole time, she talks to jj, LeBron, and the rest of the team bc obv they all love her (LeBron brings up her finals logo 3 ofc) and the whole time luka is playing she’s just smiling so hard and being so supportive (but cursing in Slovenian when luka misses a shot hehe)

anyways ilysm my sweetheart superstar

omg this is such a cute way for the debut!!! here ya go, baby, i hope yall enjoy!!

You get to the arena stupidly early.

Like, beat-the-security-checks, lights-aren’t-even-fully-on-yet early.

But there’s no way in hell you’re missing a second of Luka’s Lakers debut—not the warmups, not the pre-game handshakes, not even the way he walks into this new era of his career.

And judging by the cameras that are already tracking your every move, the rest of the world is just as interested.

It’s been like this all day—your arrival getting broadcasted like you’re the one about to drop a 40-point triple-double. Social media’s having a field day with it. Clips of you stepping into Crypto.com Arena in Luka’s brand-new Lakers jersey (custom-fitted, cropped just enough to sit right on your waist) have already gone viral.

“Crash Out Queen in the building.”

“She’s rocking the 77 like she’s about to check in.”

“Nah, she came earlier than the entire Lakers roster, she is SO real for that.”

And honestly?

They’re right.

You step onto the court before most of the team even arrives, your sneakers squeaking against the polished hardwood. The arena is still quiet—just the faint thump of a ball hitting the floor, the occasional echo of voices carrying from the tunnels.

And in the middle of it, getting shots up like he’s the only person in the world, is Luka.

You slow for a second, watching.

He looks good in purple and gold—still unfamiliar, still something you’ll have to get used to, but good. His movements are sharp, effortless, the kind of locked-in you’ve seen a million times before. But there’s something else tonight, something extra in the way he follows through on his shots, in the way his jaw stays tight even when he swishes three after three.

You know that look.

He’s ready—but he’s antsy.

So, naturally, you fix that.

You walk straight onto the court—ignoring the cameras that immediately start flashing, the Lakers staff who pause mid-conversation, the social media team that’s definitely about to clip this—and step right into Luka’s space.

He barely gets the next shot off before you tug at the bottom of his jersey.

“Damn,” you tease, looking up at him. “They actually got you in Lakers colors. Thought you’d combust before putting that on.”

Luka huffs out a laugh, finally breaking focus. His eyes sweep over you, from the cropped version of his jersey to the smug grin you’re throwing at him.

“You really came this early?”

You scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

He smirks, reaching out to hook a finger in your waistband, tugging you just a little closer.

The cameras are eating this up.

Before you can fire back, a familiar voice cuts through.

“Man, she really beat us here?”

You turn just in time to see JJ jogging onto the court, shaking his head in amusement.

You grin. “What can I say? I like to be punctual.”

“Punctual,” JJ repeats, giving Luka a pointed look. “You mean obsessed.”

Luka just shrugs like he doesn’t mind at all, like he’s actually very fine with you showing up before half the damn team.

And speaking of—

“Well, well, well,” a deep voice drawls from the tunnel.

You don’t even have to turn around.

“Here we go,” you mutter under your breath, just as LeBron himself strolls onto the court.

He’s already shaking his head, grinning, like he’s been waiting for this moment. “New York’s finest in the house.”

You cross your arms, smirking. “Gotta check out the new scenery. Make sure my man’s in good hands.”

LeBron laughs. “I know you’re not worried about that.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, he leans in slightly, voice dipping just low enough for the cameras not to catch it.

“So,” he says, a knowing glint in his eyes. “We gonna talk about that finals logo three or what?”

A groan rips out of you before you can stop it. “You too?”

JJ and Luka are already laughing.

LeBron grins. “I mean, I got my fair share of wild shots, but that one?” He shakes his head. “Crazy.”

You point a warning finger at him. “I swear, if you bring that up in a press conference—”

He holds his hands up, all innocence. “Hey, I’m just sayin’. Big time players make big time shots.”

You narrow your eyes. “I will start slandering your free throw percentage.”

LeBron loses it.

JJ has to walk away to keep from doubling over.

And Luka?

Luka’s just watching you—like he’s seeing all of this, the way you move so easily through his world, the way you fit into it like you’ve always been here, the way his teammates are your teammates—and like it’s doing something to him.

Like it’s settling something in him.

Like maybe, just maybe, all of this change doesn’t feel so scary when you’re here.

And yeah, the cameras are catching every second of it.

--

From the moment the game tips off, you are in your element.

Sitting courtside, front and center in your custom Luka Dončić Lakers jersey—the one that’s cropped just right, snug at the waist, with your own number stitched in tiny embroidery on the sleeve—you are a menace.

And not the quiet kind.

Luka’s locked in from the start, but so are you.

Every shot he takes? You’re on your feet before the ball even swishes through the net. Every time he gets downhill, carving through defenders like they’re nothing, you’re clapping, nodding, talking your talk because of course he’s doing this—of course he’s out here dominating in his Lakers debut like he was built for this.

And when he hits his first step-back three in that gold and purple uniform?

Oh, it’s over.

You’re out of your seat, yelling “That’s my man!” so damn loud that even the bench turns to look at you. The cameras catch everything—you pointing at Luka like you just hit the shot, like you knew it was cash the second he released it.

JJ is dying on the bench.

LeBron, walking back up the court, is shaking his head and laughing because he knew exactly what kind of energy you were bringing tonight.

And Luka?

Luka hears all of it.

His grin is instant, dimples deep, and he can’t help himself—he looks right at you as he backpedals on defense, giving you that smug, knowing look.

Like he loves this.

Like he loves you.

The whole game, you’re in it.

Every whistle, every foul—especially when Luka gets knocked around a little too hard—you’re making your feelings very clear.

At one point, he takes some contact on a drive, hits the floor hard, and you’re already up before the whistle even blows.

“Where’s the call?!” You throw your hands up, eyes locked on the ref like you might actually fight him.

And listen—some people might call it over the top, but you don’t care.

Not when Luka’s out there, playing his ass off.

Not when this is his first game in a new jersey, in a city that’s expecting everything from him.

And when the game gets tight in the fourth quarter, when every possession starts mattering a little more, you’re right there, standing, clapping, yelling encouragement between plays, telling Luka to take over—and he does.

Of course he does.

He lives for this.

And when that final buzzer sounds?

The Lakers win.

Luka’s brilliant—because of course he is.

And you?

You’re beaming.

You’re still clapping when Luka makes his way over, chest heaving from the last few minutes of high-intensity play, sweat dripping, eyes locked on you like you’re the only person in the arena.

Before you can say anything, he reaches out, grabs your face—big hands cradling your jaw—and kisses you, hard.

The crowd goes nuts.

The cameras catch every second.

And you?

You just smile against his lips, because yeah, this is the perfect way to end his first night in LA.

--

Hand-in-hand, you and Luka make your way through the tunnels, still riding that post-win high.

Everywhere you go, people are dapping him up, clapping him on the back, congratulating him. The energy is electric, and you can feel it in him—the way his fingers squeeze yours a little tighter, the way his whole body is buzzing with adrenaline.

He looks so damn good like this—sweaty, still in his game gear, the jersey a little untucked, his chain glinting under the bright hallway lights.

“You killed it tonight,” you say, bumping into his side as you walk.

He smirks, glancing down at you. “You think?”

You scoff. “Please. Like I wasn’t screaming about it all game.”

Luka grins, shaking his head. “You were crazy.”

“You love it.”

He doesn’t even try to deny it.

As you step outside, the LA night air hits you, warm and thick with energy, fans still gathered outside, cameras flashing.

Luka tugs you in, arm wrapping around your shoulders, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before muttering, just for you—

“Best part of tonight was having you there.”

And damn, if that doesn’t make your whole heart melt.

You get to the arena stupidly early.

[napapamahal]

luka dončić, the biggest babygirl in the league right now.

[classycookiexo]

[hvnsinureyes]

𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃’ 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈. . . | luka dončić

summary | luka gets a new car and somehow you end up giving him head in it. whoops!

warnings | nsfw!— m. receiving oral, road head (do not do this in real life 😭)

author’s note | inspired by this…also i haven’t written smut in months so, sorry, i tried! practice makes perfect ig?

luka always had an eye for cars. you always forget the exact number of how many he owns, but it’s definitely somewhere in the double digits. lately, he’s been raving about wanting a new one– a bugatti. 

truthfully, you don’t know a thing about cars. but it’s hot when he starts going into detail about the mechanics of a car, the engine and its horsepower, what the brand is known for– all that car guy stuff. his eyes get excited, his accent gets even thicker, and you get to watch his veiny hands wave around as he explains to you. 

it was only a matter of time until he bought it.

“what happened to being responsible with your money?” you ask, teasing as you elbow him. the bugatti sits in the driveway of your shared home, sparkling under the hot californian sun. after all, the only thing stopping him from getting the car in the first place was the price. he only shrugs, a sheepish look on his face. 

“he gave me a good deal,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “i couldn’t say no.”

“couldn’t? or you didn’t want to?” 

the silence he gives speaks volumes. you’ve come to learn luka can never say no to two things: you and sports cars. 

“luka…”

“anyways,” luka moves on quickly, bringing you closer to the car, tracing his hand against its curves, “i wanna take you out, drive it around for a bit.” 

“but–” 

“please, come on, baby.” he says, eyes pleading for you to say yes. he even bends his knees to get down to your eye level. “i promise i’ll go slow. nothing crazy, 10 minutes and we’ll be back home.”

you sigh, giving in as always. “fine.” luka beams at you, pulling you towards the passenger door and opening it for you. the interior of the car is somehow even better than the outside, with pure colored leather seats and an elegant design. luka quickly slides into the driver’s seat, the car roaring into life as he shifts gears. the whole time, he wears a proud smirk, as if he’s saying, “it’s nice, isn’t it?” 

and you can’t help but agree.

the bugatti drives smoothly on the road, air filled with the small murmur of chatter between you and luka, just talking about random aspects of your day and what you plan to do later. although you try to distract yourself by admiring the surrounding area, the way luka looks right now is starting to get to you. he’s gorgeous, a better sight than the pink and orange hued sunset outside. 

sweatpants hanging dangerously low— showing off a tiny piece of his happy trail in the process— sharp eyes focused on the road, large hands flexing against the steering wheel (when really, they should be on you). maybe its the air he drives with, confident and… manly. 

or you’re just horny. two things can be true at the same time after all. 

you look down at his pants and grin, knowing no matter when or where, he’s always needing you somehow. “luka? sweetheart?” he hums, still looking at the road as he steers. 

“try not to get distracted.” 

he’s quick to arch a brow and ask you what you mean, until he feels your nails creeping closer to his groin. oh. your eyes flick over to him, seeing if he’s against it at all, but there’s no change in his demeanor— except for a light blush on his cheeks. 

taking your seatbelt off, you lean closer to his crotch area, untying his sweatpants so you can finally get to what you’ve been craving for. luka lifts himself up to let you bring down his pants a bit, the tent in his boxers finally exposed. 

the moment you start to palm his boner, luka quickly curses out in slovenian, darkened eyes flickering down to see you and your shit-eating grin. it’s almost laughable how easy it is to get him to fold so quickly. it makes you want to ruin him even more. “c’mon, don’t tease,” he says, frustrated with you. 

“what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do?” 

“i can pull over right now and show you myself.”

fair, you think as you pull down his boxers, aching cock popping out. he’s hard, no surprise. 

with the bat of your eyelashes, you drag your tongue up the shaft of his cock, bringing your mouth down to take him all in. “ah, fuck me,” his breath hitches, overwhelmed by the warm feeling of your mouth. 

on instinct, luka weaves a hand into your hair, grip tight but not painful. you can tell he’s more on edge now, seriously doing his best to make sure the two of you don’t end up on the news for such a reckless act. you feel the car slow down a bit, luka using his hand to guide you up and down his cock. 

the sinful noises of you gagging on his dick echo throughout the car, spit and drool gathering in your mouth, making a white ring around his base. “keep going, just like that, baby,” he says, voice rough. you let him thrust his hips up, fucking your mouth as you gag around him. 

“where do you want it? your mouth?” 

you nod, desperate, pleas muffled by his cock. with a grunt, luka moans out your name, tears forming in the corner of his eye. you feel ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, swallowing every drop until he finally lets you up.

he lets go of your hair as he pants, trying to get his breathing even once again. that was risky— but hot. “you’re…” he trails off, “dangerous. very dangerous.”

“you still liked it though,” 

“hell yes, of course,” you giggle at his silliness. you glance at the front view mirror, gazing at the state of you, mascara ruined, hair messy, spit coating your lips. even when you look a mess, he doesn’t hesitate to bring your lips to his, tongues clashing as he tastes himself on you. 

“you’re going to be the death of me.” he says, breathless. you smile, shrugging shyly. now it’s luka’s turn to look as if he wants to ruin you. the car's speed changes suddenly, luka pressing down on the gas. there’s only one destination on his mind. you whip your head towards luka confused, “what happened to going slow?”

“we need to get home quick. i can’t wait anymore.”

“for what?”

“what else? i need to take care of you too.”

[lewypool]

Good luck separating them