#ld1

[babypuck]

Oh my goodness you write 4 dosty?! is there any specific thoughts about him for the dosty luvvers??? : )

(also could i claim 🐇?)

lukas dostal boyfriend headcanons lukas dostal x reader wc: 1.7k warnings: very fluffy, mention of piv smut but not super in detail, a bit of cumplay? INCLUDES NSFW

sfw

infatuated with you the second that you meet. it’s like a movie scene, you walk into a room smiling, lukas looks at you, and then he’s just gone. staring at you with a soft smile on his face, watching as you walk past, heart pitter-pattering in his chest.

you’re probably a friend of a friend, so he sees you around at parties and stuff. starts flirting with you immediately, which everyone teases him for, but lukas doesn’t care, because he’s trying to lock down the girl of his dreams hello??

he doesn’t wait very long to ask you out, sitting down next to you at a party and starting by saying how wonderful you are, how he loves your personality, and could listen to you talk for hours. then he tells you you’re beautiful, and he finishes it off by asking if you would do him the great honor of going on a date with him?

lukas makes sure to add that you absolutely don’t have to, to not hesitate to tell him that you’re not interested. and even though you’ve been told that by guys before, there’s something about lukas… you know he means it.

so you go out with him.

your relationship with lukas blooms fast, a whirlwind of romance and kisses and being treated like a princess. he was perfect from day one, worshipping you and making you feel more loved and cared for than anyone else you’ve ever been with. 

lukas would genuinely lay his jacket over a puddle you were about to walk over if you asked him to, and would do it with a smile on his face and a kiss to your cheek.

speaking of kisses…

lukas dostal probably spends 70% of his time kissing you. whether it’s on your lips, your cheek, your temple, it’s his way of silently telling you that he loves you. he likes to kiss your hand when he helps you out of the car… he just can’t help himself!

he’s an absolute fiend for your perfume. he says it smells like love and home, and it always keeps him calm. one time, you sprayed his neck as a joke before a game, and he could smell you the entire time. he got worried that he wouldn’t perform as well, but he actually got a shutout that night, and now lukas is convinced that if he can’t smell your perfume throughout a game he’s not going to do as well.

he says it makes him think of you, and how he wants to impress you. it’s really good motivation! and no one on the team is complaining, because their goalie does amazing. (and also, the pretty smell of your perfume is nice in the locker room because it breaks up the horrific stench of hockey players… once again, nobody complains.)

lukas has a tendency to speak to you in czech, early in the mornings or late at night, when he’s sleepy and his brain hasn’t fully remembered how to translate himself. it’s one of your favorite things he does, whispering sweet things to you in his native language, his voice still hoarse and scratchy from sleep, nuzzling into your neck and holding you tight against his body to preserve the softness of the morning. you’ve learned a lot of czech through these moments, too.

will brag about you to anyone who will listen! talks to the guys in the locker room about all the cute things you do, brings you up in every interview he does, even the equipment guys know your favorite flower. lukas needs to be talking about you at all times, or he genuinely goes a little crazy.

incredibly touchy. always has a hand on the small of your back, or holding your hand, or an arm wrapped around your waist. especially in big, crowded, areas, lukas likes to be able to hold onto you. it’s not even about keeping you close to him, it’s that he wants to be close to you. the feeling of you pressed comfortably into his side helps to put him at ease, and keeps him calm in stressful situations.

so dedicated to you! quite literally has eyes for you and you only. sometimes girls flirt with him in other cities, and he’s nice, but he never realizes what’s going on until afterward, when someone else points it out. the idea of being with anyone else just hasn’t crossed his mind since the two of you got together, so of course he doesn’t realize when other girls flirt with him, that possibility doesn’t even cross his mind!

ultimately just the sweetest, most gentle, most loving man in the world. you count your lucky stars for him, for being able to be with him, the whole thing. you never thought you would feel loved like this, and lukas makes sure you feel loved. he’s amazing.

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nsfw

hyper-focused on your pleasure at all times. has quite literally forgotten about himself before, and just sat there, hard and panting, but happy because he made you cum.

lukas is a munch, don’t get it twisted, but he prefers fucking you. only because he’s much more confident in his ability to make you feel good that way, and he likes that he can see you better, can kiss you. if he is eating you out, he’s holding your hand and lovingly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb while sucking your soul out through your clit.

really long, but kinda skinny. like he definitely stretches you out, but not to much of an extreme. he does however, have to be careful when the two of you are really going at it, because he has bruised your cervix before, and the aftermath of that is never fun.

along that same vein, the sight of the bulge in your belly will never not cause his eyes to roll back into his head, and his thrusts to get harder. he likes to press down on it, hear the way you shriek at the feeling. seeing the physical evidence of what he’s doing to you, how deep he is… he goes a little bit feral.

really enjoys it when you go down on him, but would rather die than ask for it. often when he’s on roadies, he’ll jerk off to the idea of it, but the idea of asking you to do that for him is kind of unthinkable. you told him once about an old boyfriend who would always expect you to suck him off, and then would do literally nothing in return, and lukas lives in fear of you seeing him that way. he knows, logically, that you would never. and that even if somehow you did, the relationship you both have is very open, and you’re both very good at communicating. so if you did have a problem, you would have no problem in sharing it. even though lukas knows all that, he hates the idea of you ever being unsatisfied in any way, and so he never asks.

you do go down on him, though. sometimes you want to, or you can sense that he wants it, but you know he’ll never ask. so you tell him that you want to, beg him even (which lukas loves, though he would never admit that out loud), and then he lets you give him a blow job.

lukas definitely is a fan of your tits, but he’s such an ass guy. when the two of you are at home, his hand has a permanent place on your butt. constantly copping a feel, smacking your ass, squeezing it as you walk past.

during sex, lukas really likes missionary because he can see your face, but doggystyle or reverse cowgirl are also a favorite of his, because he gets a perfect view of your ass as he fucks you. lukas always asks what position you’re feeling for the night, because he prioritizes your comfort and preferences over his any day, but he always secretly hopes you’ll say one of those two.

he’s also an avid and passionate condom user. unless the two of you are actively trying for a baby (which you have yet to do), you’re using a condom. it’s definitely not his favorite thing, even though he’s never fucked you raw, he knows that it would feel amazing. just the idea of it gets him worked up sometimes, but you just can’t risk a baby if you’re not prepared for one. you’re both still pretty young, he plays in the nhl, it’s just not the best thing to happen right now.

that being said… if he’s hitting it from the back, he will pull out, pull the condom off, and cum on your ass. it’s genuinely one of his favorite things ever, and it’s the one selfish thing he does between the two of you. you’re not the biggest fan, because it always feels really gross, but lukas loves the look of it, it always gets him hard again in seconds. you’ve said that you’re okay with it, as long as you’re cleaned up relatively quickly, which of course, you are.

surprisingly vocal! no matter the position the two of you are in, lukas is 100% leaning down in your ear to tell you how pretty you are, how perfect you are, how amazing you feel. he doesn’t even give himself the room to moan or make any noises like that, because he spends the entire time yapping in your ear. you love it though, and one time he was feeling really in his head and didn’t say anything, and it was the weirdest experience. you stopped him to ask why he wasn’t saying anything, and that turned into an hour long conversation about how he was feeling about certain things. it ruined the mood, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, because you ended up just cuddling and kissing and watching a movie. he felt better afterwards, and that was all that mattered.

there are times where you literally have to tell lukas to think more about himself in bed, but that’s something that you love about him. he’s so dedicated to you in every single way. you can’t believe how lucky you are, that you have a man who loves you and pleases you like you’ve never been before. lukas dostal is perfect, and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him!

a/n: first time writing for dosty, and it was a blast! definitely going to do that more in the future (: i'm working on keeping my author's notes short and sweet because i feel like nobody reads them and that's totally valid. not sure if this is totally what you wnated nonnie, but i had fun writing this! yes, you can be 🐇! i hope you all enjoy this, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

[pucksandpebbles]

snowed in, lukas dostal

lukas and you take a roadtrip up to Idaho for a mutual's wedding, unfortuntely a blizzard hits not far from your destination and you are forced to take refuge. the small cabin hotel that you stop over in only has one bed left and the night is growing cold, luckily, you and Lukas keep warm with some less than PG activities

NOTICE: i am now writing for new players, one of which who as far as i can find does not have any fics on here, is lukas dostal. i do encourage people to check him out, he seems cute and sweet and is a czech so hopefully no trumpieness here. but i hope you give this a go, and don't skip because it's someone you've never read about before :)

a/n: i have a little list of prompts that i'm intended on working through to get me writing and posting more without feeling overwhelmed so this is post one and i'm not sure how i feel about it but i'm just happy but have had the motivation to get something out. also sorry if it's horrific, i literally just blurted this out and posted it :) hope you all enjoy and remember to leave a like/reblog, it helps writers out massively and really motivates me (which i could always do with more of)

wc: 1.9k

The frosty wind snapped at the car’s windows as you drove down the dimly lit road. An oncoming blizzard was filling up the entire horizon with swathes of white and the longer that you drove, the more treacherous the roads got. Groaning at the freezing cold weather, the car huffed and puffed with the effort of getting through the storm unscathed; the tires screeched as they struggled to maintain grip on the already frozen over roads. You gripped with steering wheel unsteadily, your attention piqued on the unpredictable movements of the car. 

Lukas glanced over to you nervously, and said, “Perhaps we should pull over, find somewhere to stay.”

Assessing the storm and the dangerous conditions which were already growing more and more extreme, you replied, “There’ll be somewhere around here where we can stay, I’m sure.”

“Good idea,” He nodded as you peeled your eyes for any sign on the side of the road that might indicate a rest stop where you could hole up until the blizzard was over.

You were driving the both of you for a mutual friend's wedding - him a groomsman, and you a bridesmaid. Since you both lived in the California area, and were somewhat friends, you had offered to drive the both of you north for the wedding. It was in Idaho so you had agreed to split the fourteen hour drive between you. You were doing the final stint and had just crossed the state line into the destination state, only two hours left on the colossal journey.

You had wrestled with the thought that there was only a couple hours to go once you’d crossed into Idaho, but the storm was becoming far too intense to bear and you still had a day before you needed to be at the wedding destination.

Slowing the car right down in the hopes of catching a glance of a sign for accommodation, you could feel Lukas’ eyes on you as you drove - white knuckles curled around the wheel. Dressed in a Ducks hoodie, he had his hat flipped down from when he’d been catching some sleep earlier, you were similar in a slouchy knit jumper but it didn’t stop the shivers from reverberating through your body as the cold wintery air seeped into the old beat up car that you were driving.

The car began sputtering and you cursed under your breath, “Shit, don’t do this to me.”

“Look, there’s a sign.” Lukas butted in.

You sighed under your breath, putting your foot down on the gas in the hopes of keeping the car trundling along, “Yeah it sure is, a sign we shouldn’t go to this wedding.”

“No, an actual sign.” He replied with urgency.

Your head shot upwards, and sure enough a large sign stood at the side of the road. You slowly read it aloud as you crawled past it.

“Frost Place Winter Cabins, Vacancies and Walk Ins. One Mile.”

A silent ‘thank god’ passed over your lips as you kept the beat up car moving and you kept your eye out for the turnoff. It came sooner than expected and it lead you down a strange wintery road.

Tall pines stretched upwards and the snow turned into a light feathery dusting rather than the thick blinding white coming down on the main road. The creaks and groans of the car eased and your shivering stopped. For a moment, it seemed like the road might go on forever, but you weren’t utterly irritated by the idea - it would seem rather pleasant if you weren’t so exhausted from the five hours that you’d already spent behind the wheel.

Just as you were wondering if you might ever make it, you pulled up to a small cabin and parking area. Pulling the car in, you shrugged on your coat that was on the backseat and jumped out of the car.

Lukas followed quickly behind, you noticed that he had both your bags in hand as you approached the large wooden cabin, it’s traditional log features magical among the forest atmosphere. White dusted on top of it and the glow of the moon and a couple streetlamps.

The door chimed sweetly as you stepped inside, the snow dusting off your boots and Lukas’ too as he followed close behind. A receptionist was already standing at the counter as you approached, a gentle smile of her elderly face and smelling sweetly of freshly baked apple pie. You breathed it in deeply and glanced at Lukas to see if he was feeling similarly. Like he was in paradise.

“Hello, my lovelies, how can I help you this evening?” The woman chirped as you leaned onto the counter.

Smiling, you replied, “We’re just looking for two rooms.”

“No problem,” She smiled back, clicking through her computer until her smile dipped a little, looking upwards at you, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry. It looks like we only have one room available.”

Of course something else had to go wrong tonight.

Bewildered, you looked back at Lukas, but the man simply shrugged. Sidling up to you, he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned down to say, 

“I will take the couch, it’s fine.”

Feeling frustrated but somewhat placated, you turned back around to the receptionist and nodded, “That’s fine, we’ll take it.”

With a wide grin, she handed over the room keys.

The room was much more than you could have ever expected from a simple highway stop off. The place really was a magical winter wonderland and the room reflected that. Large, luxurious and decorated perfectly for holeing up during a blizzard. You gasped as you walked through and Lukas let out a sharp laugh in harmony and then you beelined for the fireplace at the centre of the room - the fire in it was already crackling, heating the room up and you shed your jumper and sat down on the sheepskin on the floor.

You watched as Lukas brought in the bags and then came to sit down beside you, where the warmth was radiating out. He too shed his hoodie, revealing the matching shirt beneath but also the rippling muscles that had previously hidden by the fleece. You tried not to stare at the bulk, but Lukas noticed your wandering gaze.

“You staring?”

Quickly averting your gaze, you replied, “No.”

Leaning closer to you, he questioned with a wide grin, “Oh really?”

Your voice came out strained, “Yup.”

Trying to distract yourself from his gaze and the goosebumps covering your arms, you reached for a blanket sitting in a basket by the fire. Unravelling it, you pulled the warm fabric around you.

When you looked up, you realised that Lukas had shuffled closer.

“Do you think it’s strange that we never hang out?” He asked, his eyes running over your bare pale skin and chest.

Breath stuttering in your chest, you replied, “I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just, we both live near Anaheim, our best friends are getting married, we get along well.” He suggested, breathing in slowly and voice lowered.

Your eyes met in the silence, and you could feel the warm breath between you as Lukas’ gaze flickered just for a moment down to your lips.

With a light touch, he reached towards you, a hand bringing up the blanket which had just slipped off one shoulder - your gaze never fractured as he did so and you began to indeed wonder why the two of you never hung out. His hand lingers as he brings the soft fabric up your bare skin and your knee nudges his softly, shattering your carefully preserved breath that had made a home in your lungs.

“You’re still cold,” he almost whispered.

Without even thinking about it, you offered, “What are you gonna do to change that?”

“Maybe,” he replied, slowly leaning in, “this.”

His lips met yours softly, sending a rush of heat right through you, expelling any of the goosebumps resting on your skin. A hand curled around your neck and the other snaked around your waist, you took in the sensation that seemed to graze every nerve of your sensitive skin; his lips were warm as they pressed against yours. With soft, magnetic movements, he pulled you further in and slowly delved his tongue into your mouth. Melting into the kiss, you let your tongues dance around each other and sighed as he sucked on your plush lower lip. He tasted like fresh mountain water, just sweet with minerals and refreshing as you took him in bit by bit. 

Gripping onto him, you mouthed at Lukas’ lips as he slowly lowered you down onto the plush carpet. You let out a little squeak as you back curved down and met the floor.

Lukas pulled away, sweeping a strand of your hair behind your ear and pushing back his own. Straddling you, he ran his hands down your frame and took in the sight almost hungrily, breathless from the kissing.

Top slightly shrugged down from the movements, you watched Lukas’ gaze snag on the little white lace just peeking out from under your cami.

Tracing the strap of your top, Lukas’ softly asked, “Can I-”

You nodded and sat up slowly to pull off the top. Lukas helped with considerate and dedicated movements, watching intently as the slow reveal of your chest unfolded. Lukas seemed to draw a breath in, snagging the top from your hands and tossing it to the side as he dove in for another kiss. 

Palms grazing your lace bra, Lukas’ hands became heavy on your frame as his lips met yours much more fervently this time. Your body ground against Lukas’ as you felt his kisses trail downwards, meeting your collarbone and covering it in kisses. 

You let out a soft moan when he began sucking at your tit from over the lace. Rocking your head upwards, you felt warmth flood your underwear and the sensation radiate through your entire body.

“Lukas, Lukas,” You groaned in hushed tones, “Clothes off.”

“Yes, for sure.”

His shirt came off almost immediately and suddenly, you were desperate for your jeans to come off.

Lukas seemed to understand that almost immediately, his fingers flew to your jeans and yanked them off as fast as he could - tossing them in a pile with your top. For a moment, he just sat there for a moment, straddling your and taking in your entirely lace clad body.

Pinging the elastic of your underwear, he commented, “I like these very much.”

“Hmm,” You smiled.

“I think I’d like what’s under them more,” 

The thought of having it, right there, on the sheepskin covered carpet, by the fire sent floods through you.

Cool air rushed over your bare skin and you looped your legs around Lukas, pulling him in closer.

“The bed?” He suggested lowly, planting kisses up your neck.

Shaking your head, you replied, urgency and want surely leaking out of your voice, “I want it here, I want you here.” 

Letting him graze a couple fingers over your clothed clit, you rocked against Lukas wantingly.

He groaned lowly, “You look so hot like this for me. Tell me how you want it,”

Feeling his fingers brush against the wetness and swirl in your folds, you lolled your head and cried out, “I need you- here. Don’t stop.”

“Oh you need it.” 

He dove two fingers in slowly and your entire body clenched in pleasure. 

Fumbling out for his belt, you let out a series of short gasps and he pumped in and out.

When he finally slipped out of his jeans, you let out a much louder gasp. Sex with the man was about to reposition your entire body,

“Oh fuck.”

“Still want it?”

“More than ever.” You responded, just as he pushed in and the storm enclosed itself around the two of you.

[qrrieterisunnq]

Hiii can you do one shot on Dostal x reader? maybe he got hurt so he took break and reader is taking care of him💞💞

Love Is Care - Lukáš Dostál

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✮⋆˙ summary - Lukas gets hurt in one of his games, so it's up to you to take care of him now. [0,9k] ✮⋆˙ warnings - mentions of concussion, sweet pure content ✮⋆˙ author's note - thank you so much for requesting and I hope you'll like this love! ✮⋆˙ please reblog guys ˙⋆✮

You are sitting in your apartment the game playing on your TV as you grade the exams in front of you. Lukas is in the net tonight, so the TV screen has more attention than the papers on the table.

They are playing Colorado tonight, and you know how nervous and excited he was about it, since Martin, his friend from Czech national team, is playing for them.

Focusing your eyes on the game, you turn up the volume when the puck is in the Duck’s offensive zone. The Ducks’ are trying hard to safe the game and after good few seconds they manage to get the puck from their zone.

The puck is on Carlsson’s stick but one of the Avs’ guys takes it from him and the game is yet again in the Ducks’ offensive zone. Lukas is in the crab position as you like to call it, waiting for someone to shoot.

“Come on baby. You can do it.” You murmur to yourself, your hands are clasped over your mouth as you wait for what will happen.

And he did. Seconds later the puck is flying his way, his hand flies up and the puck finds it’s way in his to his glove. But what happens next makes everyone in the arena and you freeze in shock.

One of the Avs’ hockey sticks connected with Lukas face in a such force his head was thrown back and his body collapses on the net in a nasty way.

A gasp leaves your mouth as you hate Lukas lay there for a moment, before the team doctor is rushing on the ice. A commercial cuts the game and a string of curses leaves your mouth as you zone out, trying not cry or let your anxiety get the best of you.

That night, when Lukas came home after calling you that he has mild concussion, you called in sick to work, fully decided that you will take care of him.

You and Lukas are lying on the couch, game playing on the TV screen as he rests. His head is resting on your lap, fingers tapping on your thighs.

“You feeling good, babe?” you murmur softly, looking down at him from your book. His eyes are closed, his breathing even, and you think he is sleeping.

“Head hurts,” he whispers, snuggling deeper in your soft thighs.

“Let me get you a pill.” You whisper one e of your hands massaging his scalp. But Lukas loosens his hold on your legs, digging his head deeper in your lap. “Please, Luky.”

“I’m comfortable, y/n.” he sighs, but eventually he gets up with a soft grunt. You look at him with a sad scowl as you rush to the kitchen cabinet to get him some Tylenol and a juice to drink.

“Here, take these and drink this.” You say softly, handing him two pills and a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you, honey.” He mumbles with closed eyes as he slowly sits up, holding his temples. You place the two pills in his open palm, watching him as he puts them in his mouth before giving him the juice.

“Why don’t you go lie down, get some rest, while I cook a chicken broth?” you suggest, your hand drawing small circles on his thigh as you kneel in front of him.

“Okay,” he whispers, looking at you with teary and tired eyes.

“Aww, aby,” you coo, pulling him in a gentle hug. “Go to bed, now. It will help,” you whisper in his ear, pressing a few kisses there, before you help him up and let him go.

Two hours later, the broth is ready, and you are quietly making your way to the bedroom to look at Lukas. Quietly opening the door, you walk inside, stopping for a moment to let your eyes adjust to the dark.

“I’m awake, y/n.” Lukas voice startles you, which earns you a soft chuckle followed by a groan from him.

“You feeling better?” you ask quietly, as you walk over to his side of the bed.

“Much,” he whispers back, letting out a soft sigh when your hand slides in his hair, massaging his scalp gently. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” you smile to yourself, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Anyway, the broth is ready. Do you want me to bring you some?”

“Please?” he nods his head, finally looking up at you. “If you don’t mind.”

“Don’t overthink, babe.” You grin at him.

“I love you so much, y/n,” he mumbles, your heartbeat quickening a little bit.

“I love you too.”

Five minutes later, you and Lukas are sitting in the bed, bowls of freshly made chicken broth in front of you as you watch some TV show he put on.

“Thank you again for taking care of me,” he says between sips of the soup.

“What girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my hurt man?” You cock your head to the side, looking at him in question a disbelief.

Lukas shrugs his shoulders, looking down into his bowl. “I don’t know, but you didn’t have to call in sick because of my concussion.”

“Babe, shut up.” You shake your head at him with a chuckle. “I love you, and I will always take care of you. Now more eating, less overthinking.

[wannabehockeygf]

i need a little smut with lukáš dostál because i am in love

yes he's literally so gorgeous and sweet??

nsfw blurb below - p in v

this is supposed to be seen as more of a hookup, so yea they're not dating he just really cares.

also i know his name has the accents but this is just for simplicity

lukas’s breath is warm against your shoulder, his lips brushing featherlight kisses along your skin as his hips roll slow and steady between your thighs. his cock fills you perfectly, every deliberate thrust sending waves of heat curling through your body, but it’s the way he moves—measured, controlled, like he’s holding himself back—that’s driving you absolutely insane.

“you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, carrying that soft Czech lilt that makes your pulse race every time. “do you feel okay? not too much?”

you try to answer, but all that comes out is a shaky, incoherent noise, your hands clutching at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded. your mind is foggy, overwhelmed by the steady drag of his cock inside you, the way he keeps hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

he slows even further, his movements so careful, so precise, that you feel like you might break apart just from the sheer tenderness of it. “hey,” he whispers, tilting his head to catch your gaze. his blue eyes are full of concern, his brow furrowed slightly as he studies your face. “you’re so quiet. are you sure you’re okay?”

you nod frantically, the words spilling out of you before he can pull away. “yes, yes, i’m fine. don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

his lips curve into a soft smile, but he doesn’t speed up, doesn’t give you what you’re so desperate for. instead, he presses a kiss to your temple, his hand sliding up to gently cup your face. “you’ll tell me if it’s too much, won’t you?” he asks, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“it’s not—” your voice breaks, your body arching up toward his as you clutch at his shoulders. “it’s not too much. i just—fuck, you’re so good, lukas, you’re so—”

“shh,” he soothes, cutting off your rambling with another soft kiss, this one lingering, his lips moving against yours with the same care he’s been showing your body. “i’ve got you. just let me take care of you.”

his words wrap around you like a safety net, grounding you even as your mind continues to spiral. he resumes his rhythm, his hips rocking into you with a slow, deliberate intensity that makes your head spin. every thrust feels like it’s meant to drive you higher, to bring you closer to that edge you’re teetering on, and he knows exactly how to keep you there, suspended, trembling.

“there you go,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to cradle your hip, steadying you as he keeps moving. “that’s it, love. let yourself feel it.”

[goodall16]

Sorry Idk how to draw helmets

[sambeck]

birthday duck!

[meioof]

ivan will stick his dick in anything he can get his hands on but cannot handle ballroom dancing

[mikartwheat]

Played Lucky Dog 1 for the first time, happy localization