#sorry lara

[fengforhire]

This is a bad idea. She knows that it's a bad idea, with every internal alarm and voice of her ancestors screaming that this is the wrong path. But as Jac stares down at the faded piece of parchment in her hand, she has to wonder what makes it so bad. Because she's not asking permission? Because it's "forbidden"? Jac knows that all magic comes with a price. It's a lesson that was drilled into her from birth. Before, she never understood why some witches threw caution to the wind, to gamble everything on the chance that things might improve but now...

She uses wood ash to mark the circle on the ground, making a mental note to clean everything up before Lara gets home. It should be quick. A few muttered words, a brief trip to the astral plane and back again, and then her magic could be something other than a bargaining chip for other people to use against her.

If she repeated it to herself like that, then there was no time for the anxiety to creep in. Jac hurriedly lights the candles that she's gathered. This sort of ritual is not in her wheelhouse, though she's read up on plenty of them. She understands that the precise locations of each component of the spell has ramifications to how things play out, so she checks and re-checks each item. A piece of gauze weighed down by a quartz rock. A handful of salt and sand, grains tumbling against each other in a shallow bowl. The petals of a chrysanthemum, floating amidst a goblet of water.

Shakily, Jac pulls out a small silver dagger that she had taken from her mother's study, and she stares down at her reflection in the blade. She barely recognizes herself, between her recent fashion changes and the way the metal warps slightly, but she wonders if maybe she is just grasping for signs wherever she can find them. A reason to listen to those warning bells that she is so accustomed to hearing.

She slices the edge across her palm and yelps, surprised at how much it hurts even though she had been expecting it. Jac freezes, waiting for someone to come barging into her room even though she had confirmed with her roommate that she would be working tonight. Blood drips messily down her hand and the young witch rushes to make sure enough gets onto each of the necessary items, before dropping a few droplets into a mug that she had grabbed from the kitchen. After she wraps the wound haphazardly, Jac looks dubiously down at the mug that holds a non-insignificant amount of her blood. Her nose scrunches, imagining that she can smell the iron that makes her stomach roll.

"Come on, Lara does this all the time," she reminds herself under her breath. And it couldn't be worse than the Chinese herbal medicines she'd had to endure while growing up. Jac screws up her face and downs the contents of the mug.

Nope, no, definitely worse than the Chinese herbal medicines.

She gags and fights not to get sick, afraid that it would ruin all of her preparations thus far and she does not want to have to do this again. Instead, Jac forces herself to lay down in the center of the circle she's drawn and closes her eyes, counting backwards from thirty, but she doesn't feel anything, or hear any changes. She tries to fight off the disappointment that rushes through her body. What did she think? Some ancient spell buried in the back of a book no one has read in a hundred years somehow had the perfect answer to all of her problems? Even if the world worked like that, Jac knew she wasn't so lucky.

With a sigh, Jac opens her eyes and is taken aback when she sees nothing. She forcefully blinks several times, even nearly poking herself in the eye. Then she realizes she no longer feels the ground beneath her, or anything around her, and her body jolts in the nothingness. Like a dream, or a nightmare, Jac isn't sure yet, and she tries to steady her breathing as best she could. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this, but there was no turning back now.

While her consciousness delves deeper into this new unknown, her body remains on the floor of her apartment in Port Leiry, blood still sluggishly oozing from the cut on her hand. A sudden gust of wind swirls through the room, scattering the spell components about and it disappears just as quickly, leaving nothing but a mess and an unconscious Jac behind.

[wiltkingart]

patho ladies part 3

[trentskis]

fuck you pavard

[valalice]

⭑ pretty face for riding ( aka riding lara's face ).

cw. smut nsfw. fem!reader. established relationship. face ridding. d1 muncher lara croft. lowkey british slander. banter-ish.

it's routine now whenever lara comes home she'll quickly find her way to you wherever you may be. demanding for you to abandon whatever task you were doing prior to her return back to you—you tease her most days, like this one, telling her that her british entitlement is starting to go to her head to think she can just always whisk you away to your shared bedroom. she'll grumble under her breath, something about not testing her limits (you don't really pay any mind to those comments) and about needing to take her mind off her things for awhile. and without fail she always somehow wounds up between your thighs, her face buried in your cunt, and you somehow always give in to her.

you thighs are plush against lara's ears. her hands smooth down the curve of your ass, blunt nails sinking into the plush flesh, a tight grip pulling your weight further onto her face. a muffled grunt, similar to a noise of content, is released from the woman's throat. your body jerks, puffy clit knocking against the perfect point of lara's nose. crying out, the hands threaded through her hair tightens into fist at her roots, her messy ponytail no longer confided to its hair tie, now free as her hair is sprawled out around her head and in your tight grasp.

"shit—fuck, lara." body crumbling on top of her face. "don' think 'm gonna last long." you mewl. your words enacting lara to grip tighter on your ass, you'll be sure to make her rub ointment on it later.

upon looking down at her, lara's eyes have been shut tight for the most part, soft lashes brushing against her blushed cheeks. nose pressed up against your clit, tongue lapping at your entrance—does this woman not need fucking air?

the grip she has on you allows for her to maneuver your body, moving both you and her face to take your clit in her mouth, swirling the hot muscle around you sensitive nub, coming off of it with a pop. it's not even a few short seconds before her mouth is back on you, taking you clit once more, simultaneously sucking and moaning while shaking her head. shrieking, and trying to use the hands in her hair, now placed on her forehead, to push her head further into the mattress so you could let up, she remains persistent. the obscene squelches and splutters of your cunt are enough to keep her set on her goal.

her eyes open to be graced with the view of you shuttering and moaning out above her. its amusing to her at your miserable attempts to get her to stop, a harsh grip in her hair, she's sure if you wanted to you could pull a chunk out, and your other hand, its palm pressed against her forehead. she thinks you're trying to pull yourself off of her but her arm strength overpowers you and interesting enough your hips are bucking into her mouth. you're close, like close, close.

and just as predicted, the band in you tummy snapping. arching high, throwing your head back, eyes rolling to the back your skull. lara soaks in your pronographic wails of sweet release.

chest heaving, you calm down from your high. body relaxing, fist relaxing and relaxing her locks from your grasp. lara's mouth still remains on you, she attention focused on lapping up your juices from your entrance. "c'mon lara, y're gonna suck me dry." flicking her forehead, and her eyebrows furrow eyes slanted up at you. one last lick she lets up. her hands have also released your ass from the shackles of their brutal grip, and they make their way up, gliding to rest on your hips. just before rolling off her face she pulls you abruptly back down to place a sloppy kiss to your cunt. you just lift an eyebrow at her and she just shrugs. "you can get off if you want now." you scoff at her words, pulling yourself off and slumping against the head board and resting your eyes.

lara shifts next to you. "so, about british entitlement."

"lara—"

[leonkennedy]

TOMB RAIDER: THE LEGEND OF LARA CROFT (2024)

[levithestripper]

would

[drawing--dead]

This Lara is kind of cute so idc

[maevebabyy]

PUSH ‘N PULL

lara raj x fem reader

req! - “fluff and suggestive flirting and things like that(if your comfy with it obvi) , dream academy! contestant reader and dream academy contestant Lara”

a/n - i hope i did u justice 🩰 anon, I LOVE THE FIC IDEA BTW

wc - 1.4k

you groaned out loud as you fell face first into the inviting couch of the dream academy’s shared household. the day had finally caught up to you after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, the training schedule you had been following for a few months now had not gotten any easier.

you sighed contentedly as you feel yourself sink in the comfiness of the couch, melting in it.

“becoming one with the couch, y/n?” sophia giggles lightly.

sophia, your first and closest friend here, rolled you onto your back so that you were now looking up at her.

“gimme 5 minutes” you murmur out, closing your eyes once more as you feel your muscles relax after a long day.

“no, not 5 minutes. now, y/n.” sophia nagged at you, like a mother would. “apparently someone new is coming in tomorrow, and you have to clean your side of the room.”

you furrow your brows, someone new?

“what do you mean someone new?” you sit up slowly, finally opening your eyes. “didn’t they send naisha home recently?”

sophia shrugs, moving off the couch. “i don’t know either, y/n, but you need to clean your side of the room because i wanna leave a good impression.”

before sophia can leave to go join the other girls for dinner in the kitchen you quickly ask her a question. “wait, soph! do we have any info on her at least?”

sophia grins as she answers, “her name’s lara, and she’s your age”

-

meeting lara for the first time was definitely an experience.

you hadn’t been able to see her until it was almost the end of the day, whereas everybody had already met her earlier during their rehearsals/practice times. that’s why you almost dropped the iced matcha latte you had gotten from starbucks as you walked into your shared bedroom with sophia when you noticed your roommate and a stranger in your unkempt space.

this stranger was pretty– stunning even. she had long flowing black hair that framed her face effortlessly, complementing her symmetrical features. her eyes were dangerously captivating, making your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact. she had various types of gold jewellery on her, but it was her bindi and nose piercing that stood out to you the most. she oozed confidence, which was definitely intimidating, but you found yourself strangely allured to it.

striking, you thought.

“this is y/n!, she joined us a couple months ago, but she’s super talented! i’d say she’s our most well rounded contestant.” sophia grins brightly at the new girl.

your roommate shoots you a look, snapping you out of your thoughts as you introduce yourself. “uh, sorry, i’m y/n. i’m guessing you’re lara?” your gaze lingering on her just a moment longer than necessary

lara turned to you with a smile that made your heart flutter. god, you had just met this girl and you already found yourself feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “yeah, that’s me. nice to finally meet you, y/n!. i really like your room too, do you play?” she asks, pointing towards your guitar.

you smile awkwardly at lara, realising you really should’ve cleaned your room. “ah, yeah, sorry for the mess by the way.”

sophia clicks her tongue in response, giving you an ‘i-told-you-so’ look’, which you could only chuckle at.

“nah, it’s fine” lara’s smile was warm and genuine, and you felt your cheeks heat up as she extended her hand for a shake. “i’ve heard a lot about you from sophia.”

“only good things, i hope?” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. as she laughed lightly, the sound wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

“definitely good things! she says you’re quite the dancer,” lara said.

“just trying to keep up with everyone,” you shrugged, smiling softly at the compliment though. “what about you?”

“i like to sing a little.” a smirk tugs on the corner of her lips. 

-

a little was an understatement as you and the other contestants sat on the side of the dance studio and listened to lara sing. how does someone even sing so effortlessly like that? 

you find yourself speechless as lara grins brightly as she finishes singing, heading off into the direction of daniela, megan, and emily.

“holy shit, sophia” you looked at your best friend, who swatted your shoulder.

“language!” she laughs.

“sorry!” you chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief, “but it’s true, she wasn’t playing around.

you watch as lara chatted animatedly to the three girls, her smile lighting up the entire dance studio in your eyes. a wave of admiration washing over you, and the same damn butterflies you felt from yesterday. unknowingly, a soft grin appears on your face.

sophia follows your gaze, eventually landing on the indian girl as well. “no way-” the filipina covering her laugh with a hand over her mouth.

you turn to your roommate in confusion, “huh?”

“you’re like, the gayest girl i know” sophia continued laughing. 

you roll your eyes at the girl beside you “it’s not like that–”

“yet!’

sophia quickly runs away from you and towards marquise, who was talking to manon, to defend herself from you.

-

the days turned into 2 weeks, and the initial excitement of meeting lara settled into a comfortable rhythm. you found yourself stealing glances at her during practices, each stolen look igniting that same flutter in your stomach. you’d caught her eye more than once, each time exchanging shy smiles that lingered just a bit too long.

lara had a way of weaving herself into your day, whether it was sharing a laugh over a missed step or playfully challenging you to keep up during practice. it was light and easy, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable tension—a connection that felt electric and yet so fragile.

one evening, you found yourself playing your electric guitar, the other girls leaving the house to go eat out. the house had settled into a comfortable silence, one that came rarely considering you lived in a house with about 10+ other girls. you picked at the fretboard absentmindedly, letting the distorted and amplified sound ring around the room. the soft vibrations of the noise echoed against the walls, blending with the fading light of the sunset outside.

just as you started to get lost in your music, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. looking up, you were pleasantly surprised to see lara leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“is this a private concert just for me?” she teases, looking the same way she does, never failing to make your heart beat faster.

“i thought you went out with the rest of them?” you chuckle, stopping your playing.

she giggles back, sitting on your bed beside you. “i did, got tired though so i went home earlier.”

a silence falls between you two as you take in the close proximity between you two. she smells good, you note. like coconuts and sandalwood.

you clear your throat, trying to focus on the moment at hand rather than the way your heart is racing. “uh, so, did you wanna try to play something…?”

lara shakes her head no, giggling lightly, “no, i just wanted to listen to you play. you’re really good y’know?”

lara wasn’t lying, you were good at the guitar. you had been playing on and off since you were 7 years old. 

your cheeks flush at the girl’s compliment, “thanks, i’m just messing around though.”

“messing around or not, you still sound good y/n” her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. “you must be really good with your fingers.”

her last sentence catches you completely off guard, a rush of heat flooding your face. “I, uh, yeah– i guess i am?”

lara leans in a little closer, a teasing smile on her lips– enjoying your reaction. “i’d love to see how good you really are, maybe you could teach me sometime?”

you don’t know when you two had gotten so close in terms of proximity, feeling her breathing on you. “s-sure?” 

lara giggles before pulling away, “i’m holding you to that, y/n.” she gets up from your bed as she stretches her arms above her head, the movement highlighting her graceful form. “but, for now, i’ll leave you alone, i’m still feeling a little tired.” 

you watch her as she moves, the way her hair cascades down her back and the playful glint in her eyes that makes your heart race again, eventually she leaves your room, closing the door gently.

what just happened?

a/n - i should continue this me thinks 🤔🤔

[to-all-the-boys]

'to all the boys i've loved before' is absolute perfection. i can't believe i'm saying this but oh my gosh i forgot just quite how good it is. my sister just put it on and of course i insisted i rewatch it with her and wow. the colour grading, the direction, the palpable chemistry between the leads, and sweetness and innocent joy that permeates the film...oh that movie is absolutely everything to me. all time banger

[kxmpfflieger]

If anything happens to them I will end it all

[therealmylesmorales]

Hi! ive read some of ur work lara croft x reader and I love them so so much you write her so well, I was wondering if u could write one with lara and fem reader asking her to give up being an archeologist (live a more safe life with her) and settle down

thank u if u ever consider this 🩷 and ty for your previous works

Anon, I hope you know that I love you and sorry this took a while

Another pick I stole borrowed from the pookie @laracroftsfiance 🫶🏾 featuring Lara’s resting sad face

WC: 1k

Do I Look Like Him?

You hesitated by the large double oak doors. There was a hint of light you could see through the cracks so you know Lara was in there. But whether she wanted to talk to you was a different story.

Her latest research led her to South Africa; an amulet that her father had suspicions about but never had the chance to see if it was true. She was within arms reach of the jewel but multiple surprise explosions from Trinity caused it to fall into the ocean, forever lost to the sea.

But maybe it was better that way. Now, no one had to worry about it landing in the wrong hands.

Lara thought differently. She never told you what happened during this trip like she normally would. If anything, she was quiet—tense even. It worried you.

You finally tapped your knuckles on the wood before cracking it open. Lara was sitting in her chair, hunched over her desk with an old journal opened in front of her. You thought your presence in the room went unnoticed until she finally spoke to you when you walked next to her.

“Why are you still up?” She asked quietly, her full attention still not on you .

”You weren’t in bed,” you said. “I figured you would be in here especially since you should be resting.”

”I’m fine.”

”Lara, you got shot in the stomach,” you said, your tone getting sharp. “You almost died.”

She muttered out a response. “It’s not the first time I got shot, love.”

”You almost died,” you repeated. “You passed out twice as I was patching you up. Figuring out where Trinity is can wait, you need rest.”

Lara didn’t answer but seeing her jaw tightened, you could tell she was getting annoyed by the conversation. You took a second to calm yourself.

”Listen, Lara, I didn’t come here to argue with you,” you said softly. “I wanted to talk to you…about you retiring.”

”Retirement?” Lara parroted, finally giving you a look.

”Everytime you come back from wherever the hell, you seem to get closer to death,” your voice was shaky but you powered through it. “And one of these days, your luck might run out and I couldn’t live with that! A-and not to mention this obsession you have with Trinity. I get it, Lara, I really do but you’re acting like your fat—“

Lara’s sudden and sharp tone cut off your small rant, not wanting to hear those words coming from you. “Y/N! I don’t have time for this right now. I’m trying to focus but I can’t do that with you here. So…please leave.”

You both sat in tense silence. Lara never yelled, at least never at you, so safe to say this was uncharted territory. You could only stare at her back in shock, noticing that she paid more attention to the written words rather than the ones said to you.

“Fine, Lara,” you scoffed, leaving the brunette to her endeavors.

The pencil tapped against her desk, the words in front of her not being processed. “Retirement,” she repeated, the word foreign on her tongue. “I bet you never considered that.”

The picture she was talking to, one of both of her mother and father, only answered her with silence. Over her years growing up, Lara couldn’t remember most memories with her father. It was always her and her mother, and the severents of the manor. But what she did remember of her father was the arguments he had with her mother, regarding him prioritizing his over his family. Then when her mother died, he only buried himself deeper.

Maybe if he did consider retiring, things would be different for Lara. Maybe her parents would still be alive.

And instead of listening to your words, Lara seemed to be following in her father’s footsteps.

”Fuck,” Lara muttered, rubbing her hands over her face. She sat alone with her thoughts for a little longer, thinking on what to say to you.

Lara stalled for time when she cleaned up the little mess that was in her office before walking to your shared bedroom.

Lara carefully pushed the bedroom door opened, expecting to see you still awake waiting for her. Instead, your body was turned away from her, body completely covered by the heavy blankets. Lara wasn’t sure if you were awake or pretending to be asleep but she was still extra quiet when she crawled into bed next to you; she left a small amount of space between you both, not sure if you were up for cuddling.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered. Lara could hear you release a soft sigh at her apology, but you didn’t interrupted her. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

”I was only trying to help, Lara,” was all you said.

”I know. I know, and I appreciate that—you very much.” Her hand reached to caress your shoulder, urging you to turn and face her. “And…and I understand what you want. And you’re right.”

”I’m right?” Those were words you never really heard from Lara, at least seriously, so hearing this was new.

She had a hard time getting her words together. “I never…considered retiring, until you. The adventure, that’s all I’ve known. I guess you can say that I’ve grown accustomed to it, even despite my injuries. But, if it comes to you or my job, I will choose you every time.”

”Lara…”

”I will retire,” she said, placing her palm over your cheek. “And as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be with you.”

You stayed silent, searching her face for any sign of her second guessing; but all you saw was her undying love for you. Your own hand reached to cover the one that was holding your face, rubbing your thumb over Lara’s scared knuckles.

A wordless acceptance that eased most of Lara’s nerves.

”May I have a kiss?” Granted, she could get one whenever she wants but Lara didn’t know if you were too upset.

A soft smile was her answer before you softly pressed your lips against her pouted ones. And when your forehead rested against her own, Lara felt at completely ease.

[everye]

day 23-24: PRICE OF SALVATION

[ch-4-eri]

Hiii!!!! If you're taking requests, could you write something along the lines of the reader coming home in tears from a really hard day at work and Lara somehow ✨knowing✨ and showing up and comforting them? I love your writing!!!

I wrote this high as fuck and added my own little twist to it, I loveee Lara so bad gang. 😰🤟🏻

You went back to the break room, noticing Lara sliding the sunglasses off her nose, placing it on top of her head, your eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took a few wrapped up food in her hands.

“Lara?” You ask, it’s a nice surprise, finding her here at your work even though you’re exhausted as heck, “Hello, love.” She spoke, taking off her leather jacket and walking closer to you to kiss your blushing warm cheek, her rough hand squeezing at your waist lightly.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, taking a seat on the table as she opened the wrapped up burger she got you, knowing how much you love to eat when you’re upset, or exhausted. “The way you left this morning? Come now, you’re obviously so fucked off:” she starts, opening the can of soda for you also.

“Ah.” You nod, knowing how much Lara knew you and your really confusing moods, you often didn’t like to talk about what bothers you at your job or in general, but Lara just knew— always knew, she reads you like a book on artefacts she’s so fascinated with. “Didn’t think you’d hide that from me did ya?”

Lara sat ahead of you, starting to eat as you truly forgot the food and just admired her, she was so beautiful it was unfair.

“No I didn’t…” you bite your lip as you finally start eating, it was delicious— not having breakfast was the bad idea here, you were already crabby enough as it is.

Lara chuckled and just watched you eat, she really needs to visit you more at your job, not only does she love seeing you; she also loves buying you the junk food you seemed to adore so much, just watch over you and make sure she’s around whenever you needed her, not caring if it made her seem clingy or not; she loves tending to her girl.

“This stuff'll kill ya.” She jokes, taking a bite out of it anyway, her tone lighthearted.

“Lucky me to have you to find my dead body.” You chimed in, her eyes widened as she started giggling, it was so good having her around, a sight for sore eyes; your absolute soulmate who knew you like no one else did, or would bother trying.

[chearyeongs]

MEGAN 'Debut+Touch' (MAMA ver) [241122]

[jiyaneru]

oh you said you have a crush on a girl named lara raj (can you handle me though?)

quick sketch for my fave!!!

[sugarbear2001]

I started watching the new Tomb Raider: Lara Croft anime on Netflix, and it's honestly not a bad show. Unfortunately, when you go online, most posts about the series are from butthurt men pissing their pants because the show doesn't cater to them. These losers are absolutely trashing the show because *checks notes* the show is woke, Lara Croft is not some busty pin-up doll for them to jerk off to, and because Lara is a lesbian who is not "sexy" (does not fit their porno rotted gaze). I fucking hate it here. I wish these men would just shut up. They have absolutely nothing constructive to say about this show.