lara4eclipze

[lara4eclipze]

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☆ - y/n l/n

▪︎ nerd , lowkey a loser too, but stupid in math (this is vvry important) , 18 yrs old, obsessed with roblox, also is inlove with lara but is too afraid to make the first move

☆ - Yunjin

▪︎ known for her youtube song covers, "married" to sza (100% real), hates men more than y/n, obsessed with with manon (for the plot)

☆ - Kim Minji

▪︎ really mysterious person, dating megan, had a relationship with y/n b4!!, posts dance covers and song covers on her Instagram (hence the followers)

taglist @artrizzler19 @sixflame438 @c-yerim @lmaoursickbro @meganskiendielsbtc @hwonnrinji @ohmyhaely

[lara4eclipze]

THIS IS SOO GOOD WTFFF IM ACTUALLY COMBUSTING

—𝕱RIENDLY FIRE

Lara Raj x fem!reader

summary: when lara and fellow katseye member, y/n made an arrangement months ago, they didn’t factor in the amount of time they spent together as bandmates. now, breaching the no strings attached aspect of their relationship seems to be troubling more than the two of them

warnings: harsh language, suggestive/sexual themes, angst, mean!lara, jealous/possessive!lara, manipulation

Lara Raj could arguably be the single reason Y/N worked so hard to debut in Katseye. Sure, it had been her absolute dream growing up to be an artist, especially alongside bandmates as wonderful as the girls, but Lara Raj was just… different.

When Katseye first debuted, Lara and Y/N found themselves spending more time with each other… alone. They seemed to be paired together for a lot of promotions, performances and award shows. So one day, when the two of them were alone in the dressing room, something between them shifted.

But it would get complicated, especially with the dating ban in place for another eleven months.

So in between breathy kisses and stringed moans, with Lara standing between Y/N’s legs and her hands anchoring the younger member’s hips to the vanity table, the Indian singer proposed a simple, yet eventually lethal, arrangement; with no strings attached, they would be teammates with benefits.

At first, it was easy. Sneaking around while the girls were asleep or occupied with some crazy thing on their schedule.

But then, when promotions became more frequent and practices began flooding in before tons of award shows, it was becoming harder and harder to find just a sliver of time to sneak off together. Around the two month mark of their little agreement, Sophia had begun noticing something weird in the air surrounding two particular bandmates.

When the girls had their weekly movie nights, Y/N would offer to grab some snacks and drinks as the others chose a movie to watch. Lara would then make some lazy excuse to leave the group as well, and neither of them would return until the movie had started. Luckily, the girls were always too busy bickering and fighting over what movie to watch to notice. But amidst her attempts in mediating the childish drama, Katseye’s leader was picking up more than she initially intended to.

Just last month before an iheartradio conference, Y/N had to go to the bathroom to ease her nerves.

She notified Sophia, who offered to come with to help calm the frantic drumming of her heart, but the younger member declined politely. But then, Lara would tell Manon she’s going to check on little Y/N to make sure she was okay. And the eldest Katz didn’t pay her much mind.

Just before they were seated for the podcast, Lara and Y/N returned. The older’s hair was no longer neat and proper, but instead, messy and loose.

Y/N’s lips were swollen, her cheeks slightly flushed and her fingers tugging up her collar to hide the darkening beside peaking from her chest.

Sophia was not one to meddle in another’s affair, and certainly not romantic or sexual ones of or between her bandmates. But when the two would get distracted by each other or sneak off just a little too long, she needed to let them know before either of them got in trouble. So, she decided to casually bring it up with Lara one time during breakfast.

“Look, I don’t care if you guys are dating or whatever, but you need to be more careful before you get caught.”

Lara raised an eyebrow, scoffing in amusement at the leader’s statement. “What? What’re you talking about?”

“You and Y/N. I know there’s something going on between the two of you and you’re getting a little sloppy with the hiding.”

Silence rung for a moment, before Lara laughed.

“Oh no, you’ve got us all wrong.” She continued laughing, much to a confused Sophia’s dismay. “Y/N and I aren’t dating or anything. We’re just… y’know, hooking up. There’s no feelings or whatever, it’s just sex. Don’t worry that big head of yours, Laforteza.”

Sophia pressed her lips together in a thin line, watching the Indian make herself a cup of coffee.

“That’s really messy, Lara. Y’know Y/N’s much more fragile than you, she can’t hide her secrets as well as you do,” Sophia scolded, “Just the other day, she strolled into dinner with vickie’s down her cleavage, you’re lucky I covered her back up when I gave her a hug before the other girls noticed.”

“Sophia, relax.” Lara grunted, “It’s fine.”

“We don’t need a scandal already, we’re still in promotions for Debut.” The older crossed her arms, “I’m laying down some ground rules. No fucking in between schedules or in the house when we’re all here. I don’t want the others getting dragged in the middle of this if things get messy.”

Lara rolled her eyes, “Whatever. Is that it, you dictator?”

“Yes. I’m protecting you and Y/N, okay? Be careful.”

That was exactly four months ago. Katseye’s one year debut was just around the corner, but the girls were getting a little disorganized. The group’s dynamic had suffered a seething hit around the six month mark.

When Y/N sat atop the HYBE bathroom counter, catching her heavy breath, she watched Lara shrug her pants back on lousily and buckle her belt.

Y/N loved those jeans on Lara, it accentuated her torso, especially paired with the tight black corset top she was wearing. She loved the way her rings were cool against her hot skin when they were pressed flush against each other. Her lipgloss was smeared and her arms flexed as she brushed herself off in the mirror.

“Lara, baby… is everything okay?”

Lara wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger, pursing her lips towards her reflection. “Don’t call me that. You should get dressed, we need to be at rehearsal in three.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, fixing the fallen strap of her top.

She didn’t say anything, grabbing her pants off the counter. She hopped off, slipping them off quickly as she eyed Lara fixing her makeup here and there.

Lara had never been the easiest person to handle. Their arrangement had started out simple enough, but as time went on, things began to shift. Lara’s attitude had begun to change, too. Her playful teasing around their friends trying get her hot and flustered around people turned into sharp, almost cruel remarks, her flirtations increasingly possessive, and her behavior unpredictable.

Y/N had tried to ignore it. After all, Lara wasn’t the easiest person to confront, and Y/N didn’t want to ruin what they had going. But this time was different. The line had been crossed, and the younger member couldn’t pretend anymore that everything was okay. She needed to put her foot down, but she didn’t know how.

When she finally turned away from the mirror to shove her lipgloss back into her pocket, she felt Y/N gently grab her arm.

“Wait, can we just… stay here a little longer? Please?”

Lara glared down at her, but she wasn’t really in a mood to argue so she reluctantly agreed. As Y/N fixed her own look in the mirror, Lara leant against the counter with her arms crossed. She eyed Y/N’s neck, a litter of red bruises scattered down from behind her ears to her chest. Thankfully, as sheer as the top Y/N was wearing was, her hair covered most of the hickeys. And as much as that was breaking her own rule, Lara couldn’t deny the fact she loved seeing Y/N all marked up.

Y/N turned towards her, lips curled into the adorable smile everybody knew and loved.

“Ready for the new choreo? Megan’s been really excited for it, she won’t stop pestering me about it.” Y/N chuckled, running her slender, ringed fingers through her hair.

Eugh, Megan. She was always so happy and nice to Y/N with a stupid smile on her face. It was real fucking annoying.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing going for her in her life.”

Y/N bit her lip at the mean remark. She never understood Lara’s one-sided beef with Megan. They used to be roommates, but a couple months in, Lara was growing easily irritated by Megan’s antics. Eventually, they switched out roommates, so Lara was bunking with Manon and Daniela, with Y/N rooming with Megan.

Since the room switch, Megan and Y/N grew really close.

They were inseparable, best friends, and recently, Lara noticed Y/N was more confident in turning her down when she wanted to go on a late night drive up to Lover’s Point.

“I’m having dinner at my parents tonight. Be ready by seven and I’ll pick you up so we can stay there for the night.” Lara said, “Bring a jacket, we can go out for dessert.”

Y/N gulped thickly, watching as Lara got up to leave.

“I—I’m actually going to a movie with Megan tonight. There’s this new one coming out she’s been meaning to see and we wanted to go tonight ‘cuz it’s our off day.” She stated timidly, hearing everything fall silent before Lara stepped back towards her. The Indian had changed into a more fierce expression. She neared a fearful Y/N with each step, until the younger’s back met the bathroom wall.

“You’re blowing me off for Megan again?” she barked.

Y/N turned away, feeling her heart racing at the feeling of Lara’s breath fanning her cheek. One of Lara’s arms raised, holding her weight up against the wall beside Y/N’s head.

“She’s been really looking forward to this, I—!”

“No, you’re gonna tell Megan you’re gonna have to reschedule. I don’t give a fuck if it’s the most amazing movie ever made, you’re coming home with me tonight, you got that?” Lara said through gritted teeth. “You want me to go talk to her myself? Hm? You want me to go fuck her shit up so she’ll stop making you go out with her when you wanna be with me?”

Y/N shook her head, feeling Lara’s fingers grip her hips.

Her fingers were grabbing so hard at the exposed flesh of her hips, Y/N swore finger dents were etched into her flesh.

“Good girl,” Lara smirked, grabbing Y/N’s chin between her fingers. “Now, we’re gonna go to practice and you’re gonna talk to Megan Skiendel about tonight, understood?”

Lara leant in to kiss Y/N, but the girl shrugged her off, gently pushing her away.

“Lara,” Y/N said, her voice barely coming out as a whimper. She was already rehearsing the words in her head, but they felt foreign. “We should talk.”

Lara furrowed her eyebrows. “About what?”

Y/N exhaled, cheeks flushed. “About this… about us.”

Lara’s smirk faltered slightly, her posture shifting. “Us? What about us? Are you fucking someone else?”

Y/N’s heart sank at the possessive tone, but she refused to back down. “That’s the thing, Lara. I’m giving you so much of myself and my time, but you make me work around your schedule and you get mad at me when I try and spend my time with my friends. You don’t want to be exclusive, but you also get mad at me when I talk to other people. I don’t want to be with you. Not like that. I don’t want this anymore.”

Lara’s face twisted into a mixture of confusion and anger. “Excuse me? You were just screaming my name in our work bathroom five minutes ago.”

“I—I’ve been thinking for a while,” Y/N replied softly, trying to maintain her composure. “And this… it’s not what I want.”

Lara’s eyes narrowed. “So, what, you’re just gonna throw everything away? Just like that? We’ve been through a lot, Y/N. You can’t just walk away from this.”

Y/N bit her lip, feeling the weight of the words she was about to say. “You’ve been different lately. The way you talk to me, the way you act around me… it’s not the same. You don’t respect me, and I don’t think this is healthy for either of us.”

Lara scoffed, her eyes flashing with irritant. “Respect? Are you kidding me? I’ve been nothing but good to you. I’ve always been here when you needed me, and now you’re just going to throw me away like I’m nothing?”

“I’m not throwing you away,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t want to be treated like this anymore. You’re hurting me, Lara.”

For a moment, Lara was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she let out a bitter laugh. “Whatever.”

Y/N felt her eyes well with tears, as her fingers fidgeted with the waistband of her baggy sweats. “I’m not scared of you, Lara. I just want peace, and I want respect. If you can’t give me that, then it’s better if we stop.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and Lara’s anger simmered beneath the surface. Y/N could tell that the fight wasn’t over, but she also knew that what she was doing was right. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be bullied anymore.

Lara turned on her heel, her expression cold. “Fine. Have it your way. But don’t come crawling back to me when you realize you’re nothing without me.”

Y/N watched as Lara walked out of the room, the slam of the door echoing in her ears. For a moment, she stood there, unsure of what to feel. Relief, sadness, guilt — a mix of emotions that tangled within her. But deep down, Y/N knew that she had made the right choice.

A little later, during a break in the middle of their practice session, Y/N found herself in the dance studio with her bandmates. The tension from her earlier conversation with Lara still lingered, but the rhythmic beat of the music helped her focus. She would occasionally look over at Lara, who was snapping at anybody who weren’t at their peak, perfect state. Everybody seemed to be walking on eggshells around her, and even their instructor had decided to steer clear of any trouble with the woman. It was time for rehearsal, and she needed to get her mind off things. So, she took a bathroom break.

Only then did the girls truly ease into their break.

Megan was already stretching near the front of the room. Y/N smiled softly as she joined her. Megan was different from Lara. She was patient, kind, and always had Y/N’s back when things got rough. She was also Y/N’s best friend, and the two of them were practically attached to the hip.

“Hey, I haven’t had a chance to talk to you yet.”

Y/N sighed at her roommate’s words, “Sorry, I’ve been busy doing some personal stuff. I actually had a question about the flip routine, I can’t really get down.”

The redhead smiled, “Oh, yeah, girl. I gotcha.”

Megan was close to her, their movements so in sync as they tried out the new routine they were taught. Every step felt effortless, and their bodies became even closer when Megan began helping Y/N with a particular step, their faces just inches apart as they spun in perfect unison.

“You gotta have your leg pulled back like this,” Megan taught, a hand grabbing Y/N’s thigh and pulling her leg back. She was standing behind the older, a hand on her waist and the other along her inner thigh. “When you drop down, you need to land right here, not on your knee or you’ll shatter your knee caps.”

Megan walked around Y/N’s body, grabbing her hips from the front before guiding her to bend downwards to the ground.

Just a couple feet away, Lara wasn’t far behind. She had come back into the studio just as Y/N and Megan were getting closer. Her eyes flicked between the two, her gaze narrowing as she watched them move. Every step, every touch seemed to fuel the fire that was burning inside her. There was something about the way Megan and Y/N moved together that made Lara feel possessive, something that made her blood boil.

When Megan and Y/N collapsed into each other from laughing at how ridiculous the older looked doing the back-bend, Lara’s voice cut through the air, sharp and accusing. “Is this what you’ve been doing when I’m not there, Y/N? Are you letting her fuck you when I’m out?”

Y/N froze, her heart racing as she turned to face Lara, who stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

Megan glanced at Sophia and the girls for help, before finally sharing a look with Y/N, who just shot her a weary frown.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. “Lara, please. Not here, okay?”

Lara’s eyes flashed with something dark. “Say it.”

Y/N shook her head, stepping back. “No.”

The room was heavy with the tension, but Y/N stood firm. No more manipulation, no more games. It was time to move forward. And she was ready to do it; with or without Lara.

“Say it, shona,” Lara purred, her piercing eyes burning Y/N’s body up as the others looked to Sophia for help.

The rehearsal space fell into a tense silence after Lara’s outburst, and Y/N felt the weight of the moment settle heavily on her shoulders. Her chest was tight, her breath shallow. She had said what she needed to say to Lara, but she wasn’t prepared for the fallout. The other band members exchanged glances, all trying to avoid stepping into the middle of the drama that had clearly erupted between the two of them.

Sophia had seen enough. Her patience, always thin when it came to unnecessary drama, was wearing dangerously thin now. She had warned Lara about this happening, she had warned her about involving the group—and now the staff—in their drama.

“Lara, Y/N, both of you. Now. In the back room. Figure it out. I won’t have this mess in the studio.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but Sophia’s glare silenced her. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of guilt; after all, she’d been the one to end things with Lara. But the tension had grown too unbearable to ignore.

Lara, with her usual defiance, scowled but didn’t argue. She stood up, and Y/N followed her, albeit reluctantly. The room was small, dimly lit, and devoid of any distractions. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving them both in a silence that neither of them knew how to break.

Y/N leaned against the far wall, arms crossed protectively over her chest, trying to hold onto the calm she had found earlier. Lara stood near the center of the room, her eyes on the floor, her posture rigid. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Y/N’s mind raced, and she couldn’t stop replaying their argument. She still couldn’t believe how quickly things had escalated, how everything had shifted in such a short time. She wasn’t angry anymore; she was just… confused. But there was also a part of her that was deeply sad. She had never expected Lara to take things this far.

Finally, Lara spoke, her voice quieter than usual. She sounded to soft. So vulnerable. “Why the fuck do you do this shit?”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What?”

“Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy,” Lara muttered, still avoiding Y/N’s gaze. “Such a fucking brat, all you do is drive me closer and closer to the edge.”

Y/N shook her head. “Lara, I never—”

“Just stop,” Lara interrupted, her voice tight. “I can’t fucking stand you doing all that. Just making silly little plans with Megan and letting her grope you in the middle of our practice.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion. “But Megan’s my roommate—my best friend. Why are you so angry?”

Lara finally lifted her eyes, meeting Y/N’s gaze for the first time since the argument began. Her eyes were darker, filled with something Y/N hadn’t expected to see there: vulnerability.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d feel this way. About you. But I do.” Lara’s words came out in a rush, as if the truth had been choking her, fighting to get out for far too long. Her emotions spilt from her lips like vomit. “I don’t just want… what we had. I want more. And I know that’s messed up, because I’ve always said ‘no strings attached’, and I don’t know how to make up for it. But fuck, I need you.”

The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thicker as Y/N absorbed Lara’s confession. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest. It wasn’t just a slap of revelation—it was a soft, painful truth that Lara had been too afraid to admit, to both herself and Y/N. It hit Y/N harder than she expected, and she took a shaky breath, her mind spinning. It was horrible; she loved her.

“You… you have feelings for me?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was afraid to hope, afraid to let herself believe that this could somehow be the reason behind Lara’s erratic behavior.

Lara nodded, her hands twitching at her sides, as if unsure what to do with them. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I thought I could just keep things casual, keep things light. But then, when I started seeing you with Megan, I realized I want—no, need you to be mine and mine only.”

Y/N’s heart ached. The tenderness in Lara’s voice caught her off guard. She had never seen this side of her before. It wasn’t just the brash, cocky girl who flirted and made everything seem like a game—it was a girl who was, for the first time, laying her heart bare.

“I don’t know how to do this, Y/N,” Lara continued, her voice quiet but earnest. “I don’t know how to show you that I’m sorry, that I care. But I want to be with you, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N swallowed, her throat tight. The weight of Lara’s words, the raw honesty she was witnessing, made everything seem more complicated than it had been just an hour ago. She had walked into this room thinking she would have to hold her ground, but now, everything was different.

“I can’t just forget how you treated me,” Y/N said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “You hurt me, Lara. And I don’t know if I can just brush that aside.”

Lara’s face fell, and for a moment, she looked like she might fall apart. But she took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I know. I know I’ve hurt you. And I don’t expect you to forgive me just like that. But I’m asking for a chance. A real chance. I’m not perfect, Y/N. I’ve never been perfect. But if you’re willing to give me a chance to show you that I can be better… I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she stared at Lara. She could see the sincerity in her eyes, the quiet desperation there. And despite everything, despite all the hurt, there was a part of her that still cared deeply for the girl standing in front of her.

She took a step closer, her voice soft but firm. “I need time. I need space to think about this. I’m not going to just jump back into something with you. But… I won’t shut you out. I just need you to show me that you’re really willing to change.”

Lara nodded, relief washing over her like a wave. “I’ll show you. I promise.”

Lara leant in closer, her breath whispering against Y/N’s ear. Her hands grabbed the younger's thighs, yanking her close until her crotch was pressed against hers as she leant forward. Y/N jumped, letting Lara press her against the wall.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N breathily questioned.

"I’m showing you how much you mean to me," she whispered, her voice husky as she smirked.

Y/N let out a breathy moan, she felt her face grow hot with excitement as Lara’s lips brushed against hers.

They were lost in the rhythm of each other's breathing, their bodies moving in perfect sync like two halves of a whole. Y/N felt herself being pulled closer, her hips grinding against Lara’s. The Indian’s hands cupped the younger’s ass as she swallowed whatever noises leaving the younger's mouth, squeezing gently. Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling together.

Y/N felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and smell of Lara. She was aware of nothing else except themselves, lost in this vortex of desire.

Lara’s fingers dug gently into Y/N’s skin as she pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together like puzzle pieces fitting snugly into place. Y/N felt herself being consumed by the heat of Lara’s desire, her own passion igniting like a flame touched to dry kindling. As they broke apart for air, their chests heaving like bellows pumping air into a furnace.

"Oh, shona," Lara panted, her voice husky. "I need you."

Y/N’s eyes flashed with desire as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then take me."

And with that, they came together like two magnets drawn to each other's poles. Their bodies crashed together in a whirlwind of passion and desire. Their kisses grew more intense, more insistent, as if they were trying to consume each other whole. Their moans and gasps filled the air, mingling with the sound of rustling fabric and faint echoes of Debut outside.

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saying you were broke was an understatement you were actually on your last legs — college was hard and so expensive yet you obviously wanted to graduate so you started working

you got yourself a job as a waiter in some fancy restaurant , sometimes you got good tips mostly you'll just get berated by some snobby rich men — well you at least get to see beautiful women almost every day, some too old for you and some just straight up well straight

today wasn't any special — you were on your last shift and only had about an hour left till closing

"y/n — table 6 is seated , you know what to do" your manager says snapping you out of your thoughts — you walk towards the table bringing some complementary bread and water

"hello miss — welcome to the restaurant , what can I get you started with?" the woman looked no older than 25 yet she had this mature aura to her , her clothing looked expensive a fur coat lining her mid back and a black dress with her back exposed

gorgeous, you thought to yourself

"hi darling — what do you recommend?" she asks , her voice was beautiful like honey dripping — her eyes were captivating she was alluring

"oh well — our sirloin steaks are something to get you going , perfectly cooked by our head chefs" you said smiling at her offering the menu to show what you were previously talking about

"perfectly? — we'll see , I'd have that with some of your favorite wine" she reads your name tag "y/n... gorgeous name darling"

"thank you miss — I'm not much of a wine drinker myself but our red wine is spectacular" you replied , gosh did she just flirt to you? — keep your cool y/n

"thank you darling — that'll be under ms.bannerman" she replied handing you her card , well not any card a black card— so she was rich rich , you swiped her card and gave her the receipt, it was what the restaurant you worked in did — to ensure that the card will go through

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since then she's been a frequent customer and she always requested your section — and obviously college was getting hefty especially with graduations approaching , the only way you could earn more was to pick up more shifts

well that's until she offered you a deal — one you fought yourself to accept

"I can take you in , and you'll only have to worry about studying nothing else" manon says as she tries to persuade you onto being her sugar baby , first where's your self respect if you accep-

"that seems amazing" you replied , without further thinking manon hired help to help you move out of your shabby apartment

her house was like those expensive movie sets where the main character is a nepo baby — the halls were furnished with exquisite paintings and dozens of doors were everywhere, you got lost during the first day trying to find where the hell the bathroom was ; not knowing you had one in your room

it took a bit of time to get used to your life now , that's the main reason you got your own room for at least 2 weeks before you got comfortable enough to sleep next to manon

she wasn't home for 8 hours everyday , as an act of gratitude to her you would cook her frequently ordered food from the restaurant and surprise her with it

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you were in deep trouble today — you didn't really ask for permission from manon but you went out with your friends till midnight

now sneaking in the house you tried your best to avoid making any sound in hopes of not waking her up

"where have you been?" you hear the older woman mutter , fuck — she was sitting on the sofa her hair still beautifully tied up

"out studying..." you replied, who were you fooling who wears a black tight dress when studying especially at midnight? — "oh so now you can lie to me?" manon says her teeth are gritting standing up and she drags you from your wrist , your protest useless

you could sense her anger , not only at you coming home late but also attempting to conceal it with a badly made up lie

she pushes open the door towards your shared room , and throws you on the bed — soon she sits on your waist her hands on your jaw as she forces you to look at her

"if you ever lie to me again I'll make sure you won't be able to leave this house for a month" she threatens — you swallow a lump in your throat actually scared at what might happen

she roughly kisses you her hands fumbling with your dress — manon's fingers hiked up till it was on the apex of your thighs pressing on your clothed clit

the moans you let go were so sweet to hear — manon could've easily forgotten why she was mad , she sucks and soothes parts of your neck leaving hickeys that are sure to bloom into a darker purple later

before you can even process it her fingers were already knuckles deep in you hitting all the spots you needed her in "fuck! — mo-mommy!" you whine as she curls her fingers deeper , manon then kisses your chest trailing her tongue along the line of your cleavage

"good job darling you're taking me so well" she whispers her fingers still mercilessly going fast in you , she feels you clench around her tighter sensing your impending orgasm she made sure to hit deeper spots that got you whining and thrashing under her

"gonn'a cum!" you manage to whine before you cum all over her fingers messing up the sheets below you — she moans feeling your nectar run down her fingers , she places one of her fingers in her mouth licking up the remnants rolling back her eyes at the exquisite taste

"you did so well darling — next time you'll tell me when you're going out okay? , and who are you going out with" manon whispers as you lay in bed partially knocked out by the post orgasmic bliss

you nod unable to form words , she hugs you closely resting your head in the crook of her neck as she whispers sweet nothings into your ears until you fell asleep

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☆-Lara Rajagopalan

▪︎ tutors math and science, smart asf, doomed lesbian, lara and you have been friends for a good 2 years, close friends with manon,sophia and megan , is pretty popular in campus

☆ - Megan Skiendel

▪︎ works as an choreographer in a somewhat famous dance studio , same class as you , may or may not be minjis gf..., has been your friend for longer than 3 years

☆ - Meret Manon Bannerman

▪︎ tattoo artist by night , student by morning , you know eachother but aren't really close , takes tutoring lessons with lara , dating sophia

☆ - Sophia Laforteza

mother of the group, most responsible and is very close to you , dating manon , known as the campus crush, loves baking and cooking

taglist : @artrizzler19 @sixflame438 @c-yerim @lmaoursickbro @meganskiendielsbtc @hwonnrinji @ohmyhaely

[lara4eclipze]

Hey just writing to you to be careful on accepting request nowadays because there’s this trend now that some people are mass requesting the same requests to bloggers and it’s disgusting and discouraging to authers! I will tag u in the post I saw of it! Honestly what going on on tumblr these days??

thank you smm baee!! , honestly tumblr has been in shambles recently, again thankk youu smmm

[lara4eclipze]

wait for the smau , is there any other idols mentioned other than katseye obvi

YESS , erm i snuck it in the tags sooo...ANYWAYS

[lara4eclipze]

Santa Baby

sypnosis » lara has liked you for the longest time , as christmas approach she suddenly had this burst of confidence to finally make the move

warnings » fluff , swearing , big back, kys/kms jokes , college , confession , mutual pining

the goodlist || santa's elves

01 - cookies

taglist (open) : @artrizzler19 @sixflame438 @c-yerim @lmaoursickbro @meganskiendielsbtc @hwonnrinji @ohmyhaely

[lara4eclipze]

gurl ur new layout is gorj

thankk youu baee!!

[lara4eclipze]

smau is cooking up

[lara4eclipze]

the girls last tiktok ? Manon ??? I'm trying to look respectfully and well let's just say I'm failing (can i bite her boobs?)

REAL SHES SOO PRETTY WTFFF

[lara4eclipze]

» love loop

sypnosis -» love is like a cycle no one can escape , you love you get love then that very love is broken , what if you just can't take it anymore

warnings-» angst, suicide, swearing, depression, both reader and lara die in here, established relationship (bestfriends) , lara had feelings for reader

talks -» im trying to experiment with my writing soo idrk how well this will do, also i know this is a very dark thing so please do scroll away if your very uhm sensitive to this topic

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

you didnt know where you went so wrong-were you unlovable? nothing ever lasted nothing ever will, here you were again sobbing to your pillow

tears blur your eyes as you try to think clearly but you couldn't - your girlfriend has just broken up with you due to reasons you thought was so stupid

good things don't last they say yet cant you just have one thing to yourself for once? - its always you giving out love and never receiving any back

every moment felt like you were burning alive - knowing you will never find anyone that can actually love you till end of time

your phone rings with notifications every few seconds - from friends and family alike , they asked if you were alright

you couldn't respond cause you knew that you'd just end up lying - telling them yet again that you were alright and that you were just not feeling well

lara, your best friend has been calling you for the past 30 minutes - yet your hands seemed to fail every time you tried to reach for your phone and answer it

she didn't deserve to hear you sob for the maybe hundredth time this year about how you were unlovable and how you felt like you'll never meet the right person

lara felt like breaking down every time she saw you cry , just hearing your broken sobs made her die , knowing how much she can treat you way better but she didn't want to admit to you how much she really loved you

your mind was fogged over with hatred and depression nothing was worth living anymore , you slowly stood up and made your way to your balcony

the city lights faded beautifully , some blurred by your unshed tears , your hands shakily held the railings

"I'm sorry" you whisper , what were you sorry for? lara you both made a truce to never give up and always have each others back

you close your eyes and let the memories flood in , yet all of the good ones were with her with lara , it broke your heart that you didnt even talk to her before getting to this specific point

yet as you open your eyes you lift yourself up and stood on the railing , you took a quick look below you seeing no one you did it

you jumped, closing your eyes as the world around you faded into an inaudible sound, then everything was black as tears finally fell out of your eyes

this was it right? this was the end

lara drives to your apartment alarmed that you haven't responded to her calls , that's until she sees you lifeless on the cold pavement your head bleeding from what she can guess is impact of your fall

she runs out of her car quickly huddling your body trying to shake you to wake up or even show any signs of living

"y/n wake up! , don't leave me! shit don't do this to me please" she screams , she slowly started seeing the life drain out of your body , your hands got colder as your skin turned pale

as paramedics and police got to the place lara couldn't bring her self to let go of your body , she hugged you tightly regretting how late she got to your place

she wished that she just went even 20 minutes earlier , maybe just maybe she could've saved you , she could have held you for just a moment longer , she could wipe your tears away and replace it with your sickening sweet smile

days passed and none of those days did lara not sob her self to sleep, anytime she closed her eyes all she can see was you crying and begging her to help you

it was like a nightmare haunting her every night , any moment by then lara would've crumbled , yet she just wanted to see you one last time and feel your arms wrap around her just one more time

lara stood before the very same balcony you have leaped from , its like a sick play just the way you were sobbing lara was too, she wore your clothes trying to smell the comfort you bring to her life

"i want us to be together y/n , wait for me" lara mutters as she places herself above the railings , she closes her eyes and hugs herself leaping

her worries were washed away , all lara could see was you smiling at her , and as her body hits the floor all she could do was smile , she was finally gonna be with you

all lara could think about was you , even in her final moment all she wanted was you

[lara4eclipze]

this lowkey controversial but i dont hate male writers on here, they're doing the same thing as us writers, it gets a lot more traction yeah but thats so wtvr, my problem is when it gets yk...creepy involving minors and stuff thats just not okay but thats just my 2 cents

i really do get your point with they do what most fem writers do too , but i think what sets both apart is the boundaries that they cross , like romanticizing rape , incest , piss and scat — and they have very vivid imaginations that sometimes morphs into a scary obsession, especially they're obsession with minors — even for me i know that i write smut but theres this line that minors are KIDS THAT should not be fetished by grown men on any platform , but yet again this is all just my opinion please form your own and send them to me i would love to hear it

[lara4eclipze]

need a silly fwb situation so bad like omg

[lara4eclipze]

I NEED THEM HELP ME STRAP ME RNN