lucy donato x natalia dollenmeyer (lutalia) for @honestlydarkprincess

seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from Philippines
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Yemen
seen from Yemen
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from Poland
lucy donato x natalia dollenmeyer (lutalia) for @honestlydarkprincess
lucy/natalia kiss for @moonlightperseus !
this is a prompt fill with the @911actions gotcha for gaza—the submission period has come to an end, but you can still donate to a good cause!
i was doing a little writing for fun, really liked this and wanted to share 🦴 🍎 🦷
Every item in Nat’s apartment fits in as if destined to belong there. Perfectly curated pieces that one would expect to have come directly from the artisan or designer rather than a retailer. Objects to add warmth and charm, and be shown off.
Lucy wonders what that says about her. If she's too rough around the edges to occupy a space like this. If Nat is too glossy and polished for her to sustainably keep.
She’s always been clumsy with delicate things.
Way More Than Seven Sentence Sunday
Tagged by the lovely and talented @kitteneddiediaz @tizniz @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks @inell @wikiangela Be sure to check their works!
IDK this has been rolling around in my brain since I first heard Casual. Sooo… 🦴 🍎 🦷
“C’mon, Luce,” Nat teases from the driver’s seat, poking Lucy’s thigh. “I play personal taxi and can’t even get a tour? Guess I need to up my game.”
Lucy rolls her eyes. Hopefully it’s more annoyed than fond. Honestly, Natalia could ask for a million things and Lucy would readily give them. At least, she wants to. She wants to want to. But that involves levels of vulnerability Lucy plans to keep locked up tighter than Diaz’s Catholic guilt.
“Your game’s fine, Dollenmeyer. I’ll show you around.” Lucy grabs her work bag and exits the car before Nat can gloat and kiss her about it.
Kinard and Thompson are chatting over coffee in the hangar, while Lee checks over the equipment in one of the birds.
“Well, if it isn’t my little ray of sunshine,” Kinard chirps, flashing his stupid, dazzling lovesick smile. God, Buckley’s got him so whipped. She’s happy for them but Jesus Christ. “And who do we have here?”
Tommy, ever the gentleman and charmer, takes Nat’s offered hand. “Tommy Kinard. One of Lucy’s favorite teammates,” he says with a wink.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard about you!”
“This is Nat. Natalia,” Lucy interjects. “We were hanging out and she very nicely agreed to drop me off since my car’s in the shop.”
Beside her, Nat stiffens. Tommy raises an eyebrow, shooting a knowing look at Lucy.
This. This is why she tried to resist Nat’s offer and insisted an Uber would be fine. Because Lucy knows she’s fucked up. Knew she would before it happened. What’s worse is Tommy knows — or highly suspects — she fucked up. He was in the closet too long, and with too many shitty partners, to not see right through her. He’s going to give her hell about this.
“Uh, yeah,” Nat agrees, barely hiding the way her voice is trembling. She drops Tommy’s hand and clutches her purse tighter. “So, uh, gonna take a raincheck on that tour. Maybe another time. Nice to meet you.”
Nat doesn’t run back to the car but she may as well. She doesn’t look at Lucy once. Not with anger or sadness or disappointment. Not at all. Lucy bites the inside of her cheek and watches her go despite the desperate clawing thing in her chest that wants Nat to stay. Now. Forever maybe.
She hikes her bag up on her shoulder, turning to walk toward the locker room, only to be met with Tommy still there. His arms are crossed and he doesn’t look at her with any judgement. It would be better than the almost pitying, understanding expression he’s wearing.
“What, Kinard?” She bites out, staring past him. “I have to change for my shift. Just- say it already.”
He watches her a moment longer, rolling his lips in, assessing. “Do I even have to?”
“I have to change for my shift,” she says again, biting her bottom lip, hard. Because she’s not going to get upset about this now. Just like she’s not going to think about waking up this morning, for the very first time, to Nat sleeping beside her, hair sprawled across the pillow while sunlight painted her bare back. How it made Lucy ache.
Tommy sidesteps, making a sweeping gesture to let her know she’s free to go anytime. She nods tightly, unable to meet his gaze as she passes.
“Y’know, I kinda wanted to hate her,” Tommy starts. Because he’s a bastard that way. She hates him. Hates him so fucking much for it that she loves him for being so goddamn forgiving and thought provoking. She swears he went to the Bobby Nash School of Life Advice and Mentoring.
She stops, but doesn’t turn around.
“Evan said nice things about her. Decent things anyway. Admittedly, I wasn’t crazy about why she was into him. But he didn’t have anything terrible. Being his first- I felt a little nervous and wanted to find something. Anything about the people in his past. You know how it can be with exes. Gets messy sometimes.” He pauses, probably sipping his lukewarm coffee. “And then they just- I don’t know, surprise the hell out of you in an unexpected way.” Another pause. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold you up anymore.”
His footsteps echo across the hangar, growing quieter. Lucy tightens her death grip on her bag and marches to the locker room. When she gets there, if she turns on the showers so she can cry in peace, that’s between her and the ancient tile and god.
send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you)
buck x eddie || rated: t || wc: 6.9k
Buck and Natalia are hanging out at a bar, with Natalia watching in amusement as Buck pines. She gets distracted when Lucy shows up so Buck starts drunk texting Eddie and eventually Eddie comes to get Buck, but not before Buck accidentally confesses his feelings not realizing Eddie is there.
Did Buck just fuck up or do they both get everything they've ever wanted?
read on ao3
lutalia + somno 🥺
Send me smut and/or fluff prompts for study break dopamine
It wasn't the act itself that made Lucy nervous. She trusted Natalia. She liked her smile, the way her stomach flipped every time Natalia asked to see her again. It was as close to a romantic relationship as she dared get. Somehow, the idea of Natalia eating her out while she slept, infiltrating her dreams more than she did already, made things seems real. Still, she wanted it.
Natalia was sitting in the living room, probably absently scrolling her phone, while Lucy tried to fall asleep. She had already been reassured that if she couldn't, it wasn't a deal breaker. Sometimes kinks just didn't click, but Lucy could already tell that if she could get her body to relax, there would be a lot of clicking.
It was hard to settle. She wasn't used to sleeping naked, especially without a blanket, and she felt exposed. Her breasts felt heavy on her chest, and there was already heat building in her abdomen. She placed a hand on her stomach, trailing it down to trace her lips, parting them just enough to get some of the wetness starting to build. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking her own essence off them.
Smutty sentence starters: Lutalia + I’m not sure you deserve that yet, sweetheart.
This is a special fill that will be the ONLY non-Buddie I'll do because it's Hippo. And Hippo has done so much for me, so she deserves a special one time exception. This is for you, my dear.
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ LUCY/NATALIA, THAN MOVE ON! MORE BUDDIE IS COMING AFTER THIS.
send me a smutty drabble prompt if you want
"I'm not sure you deserve that yet, sweetheart." Lucy coos, trailing her fingers up her girlfriend's trembling thigh.
Created by @mostlyinthemorning
Day Eleven pt. 3 (Because I couldn't choose)
stay here honey (i don't wanna share) by HungryHungryHippo @hippolotamus
This – laying around cuddling after sex – isn’t their usual arrangement. Not like they have a usual arrangement. The only constant is one of them needing to blow off some steam and sending a text that sometimes only consists of a question mark. Then they fuck wherever is most convenient, whether that’s a car, motel room or, on at least one occasion, Nat’s office. Once in a while, like tonight, they both have the time and coordination to meet at one of their apartments, although it’s a scenario they tend to use infrequently for the purposes of keeping things casual. OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift
This fic is so hot and love to see women loving women!! More people need to read this ASAP! Lutalia is such a fun and interesting ship and we need more of them!
Rules: Every day for 12 days in December, choose a fandom work from any fandom from 2023 that you loved. It can be anything you like - a gifset, a drabble, fanart, a fic, or just a post that made you laugh.
Reblog the post and add a comment or tags about why you love it.
Tag your post with #12 days of fandom
tagging: @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @steadfastsaturnsrings @monsterrae1 @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @buddierights @jamespearce9-1-1 and anyone else who wants to participate (it's never too late!)