#luka doncic

[lewypool]

Luka Dončić watching his Mavs tribute video

[takethatball]

Lakers vs. Mavericks | April 9, 2025

[partybarty]

artbutmakeitsports you will be famous forever (x)

[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).

[summerscold]

I miss my shayla

[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 😭

[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.

[charliewrites99]

[lewypool]

The Trial of Luka Dončić

[napapamahal]

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

[darling-flora]

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

[cxcewg]

this is insane literally feral

𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. . . | luka dončić

request | "jealous Luka.. cause I was thinking about it and it just fits him perfectly like idk why but if u could write a thing about it!!"

warnings | smut— orgasm denial, luka is a bit of a meanie (jealous but he loves u)

author’s note | i had a serious writer’s block but this vid really took me out of it (i need him carnally) if this is bad dont @ me

“you think that was funny?”

luka looks as he grinds you down on his cock, his fingers digging into your hips. he’s controlling the pace to what he thinks how it should be— good enough to make him feel good and to make you want more. he’s been going slow all night, quickening the pace just to fuck around and make you think he’s finally forgiven you.

that he’ll finally fuck you like you deserve, make you cum all over his cock.

“i’m talking to you, baby,” voice mocking as he reaches down to rub your clit. the touch practically burns you, making you scream as you finally feel more. close to the edge, just a little bit and you’ll finally— luka pulls away quickly, chuckling at your desperate whines. “hm? you gonna keep moaning like a whore or are you gonna answer me?” you jump, a hand roughly slapping your ass.

“y-yes!”

“yes you think it was funny?”

“no, i mean—“ you take a deep breath, pulling yourself upright. you can’t get tired now. “it’s not funny, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, luka, please—“ in spite of your pleas, luka doesn’t care. not one bit. he just smiles, watching you crumble. “nah.” he says. “too late for that.”

“maybe next time, you’ll know better than to flirt with some random.”

the thing is, you did know better. luka wanted to go out and take you to the club with his teammates. normally, luka would care enough to have you by his side, but he was so preoccupied with them. barely talking to you, laughing and drinking the whole time. you didn’t even want to go in the first place! the least he could’ve done was make sure you were okay. it’s not your fault that another guy stepped up when he couldn’t.

whatever-his-name-was got you a drink and you just knew what to do next. honestly, he wasn’t cute or worth your time, but at that moment— you wanted luka to feel exactly how you did. lonely and jealous.

and it worked— a little too well. luka’s smile was wiped off his face as soon as he saw the two of you together. he didn’t hesitate to make himself known at all. he had his little temper tantrum, basically telling the guy to fuck off and find someone else to bother, and quickly dragged you back home.

you started to feel bad during the car ride home, watching luka’s jaw clench and fingers grip the wheel tightly, not saying a single word. it was silent and full of tension. he didn’t have to say much for you to know that you were in deep shit.

“luka, are you still mad?” you whisper, and he stayed quiet. the second time you asked, he looked over at you and… laughed. but there was no humor behind it, no. he knew he was gonna have fun tonight.

you on the other hand?

“you know what?” he looks up at you, with the same condensing smile from the car. “i think you should take control.” you pause at his words. no, no, please no. you can barely move your legs from all the shit he’s put you through. luka knows that, but doesn’t care. he slaps your ass, startling you. he knows what you’re thinking, and finds it funny, of course.

“i can’t, luka.” you whimper. “it’s too much.”

“oh you will, if you want to finish.” he makes a show of leaning back against the headboard, bringing his hands behind him as he watches you sat on his lap. “you wanna cum, hm?” you nod, sheepishly.

“start moving then.”

you look into his eyes, hoping for some spark of mercy in his eyes, but his baby blues are clouded with determination. you really aren’t getting out of this. with all your might, you raise your hips up and down on his cock, moaning softly. it’s barely fast or coordinated— just messy and intentional. you’re doing whatever you can to feel good, angling your hips to hit that one spot over and over again.

luka’s trying to hold back, you can tell. acting unfazed, even though your wet pussy is gripping him tight— he groans when you squeeze around him, watching your tits fall up and down as you struggle to take him. your knees are aching from digging them into the bed, but you’re at a point where you just don’t care anymore.

you’re so close again, fucking yourself on his cock frantically as heat swells up within you. you throw your head back, finally having a taste of heaven as—

luka pulls you off of him. again.

he doesn't care for any of your whines or desperate pleas, that infuriating smile never leaving his face as he watches your tears fall from the overstimulation of it all. like the jerk he is, his lips brush against your cheek, kissing away your tears, before pulling back to meet your gaze. “i love you, i really do.” his words send a flutter through your chest, the way he gently caresses your cheek, followed by another kiss on your lips— makes you almost believe he’ll show mercy. almost.

you almost forget that luka can be so so cruel.

“but you’re delusional if you think i’m gonna let you cum that easily. on your knees. now.”

it’s going to be a very long night.

[goingextinct]

luka will always bury his face into kyrie's neck and kyrie will always put his hand on luka's head

[jxck-y]

[maxipowell]

feb 25, 2025