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do you happen to like the re8 girlies >-<
if you go to my masterlist page or guidelines page you can see that i have them under characters i write for !!! but yes i do like them :)
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write lara croft smut pls
I AM I AM I AM I AM DOING IT, IT'S COMING TOGETHER I SWEAR
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to the girl in the gym who just asked me how much I bench and I said I just sit IM SORRY IM STUPID AND MY SPOTTER IS IN SCHOOL
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I'd also like to add for the tent idea, other anon who mentioned being quiet you are amazing. Picture this: research team is outside, so you HAVE to be quiet. Meanwhile, lara is whispering the dirtiest and nastiest things in the readers ear in the Sweetest most condensending tone ever 🫢
i honestly can't stop thinking about the scene from rise of the thomb raider when she is in the cold and you can see her breath and god imagine that hot breath just next to your ear, that perfect voice whispering while one of her hands make a quick work of getting under your clothes like please, i'm losing my mind
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hello, it's me that last anon! mwuah mwuah!
but yes ngl there's been times where i've played the more recent LC games and totally didn't think about how echoing the walls of a ship would be, or how thin the walls of a tent are. better hope for loud wind in that scenario!
playing the newer lc games is a partial lobotomy ngl, i usually play games w music but lc games are like EVERY FUCKING INTERACTION WHEN LARA SPEAKS I GOTTA HEAR EVERY WORD OR ELSE
but yes, better hope for the loud wind cuz lara is good at escavating iykwim 😏
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i'll do you one better - in a tent and having to keep practically silent bc there's a whole research team outside trying to sleep
whoever you are anon, i’m gonna kiss you (respectfully)
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PLEASE WRITE LARA CROFT SMUT
DOES FUCKING W LARA IN A TENT SOUND GOOD???? i saw a fuck ass hot ass edit of her breathing and now i cant think of amything else
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hey miss plant do you photosynthesis?
yes.
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somebody please tell me to write lara croft smut, please i need to write it TELL ME TO WRITE IT
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this is just what i needed after work, it's so amazing <3
SCARS AND ALL
gf!Jill Valentine x gn!Reader
SUMMARY: When your beloved girlfriend comes home from a difficult work trip it brings up complex feelings of love and trauma. But, it’s nothing that can’t be mended, especially by sharing each other’s loving affection.
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
CONTENT WARNINGS: fluff, established relationship, past emotional trauma, weapons (mentioned, not used), descriptions of injuries, wound cleaning, terms of endearment, kissing, & bathing.
She reminds you of a quiet forest in early spring. So lush, and full of life—but always perpetually raining. You find comfort in her beauty, but like that vernal forest, her mind is always a storm. Restless and pouring, her thoughts swirl with pain and grief, and it worries you sick. Rain, rain, rain. You can only hope for better days, you hope she can find the calm within her inner sanctum. For one day, the sun must come out.
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"You're back," you sighed as Jill stood in your home's entryway. She wore black skin-tight jeans and a really broken-in denim jacket.
She took a deep breath, dropping her bags on the hardwood floor. "I'm back, finally."
You wrapped your arms around Jill, squeezing her tight into your embrace. She rested her head into the crook of your neck, soaking in your touch.
"I missed your smell, y'know," Jill whispered into your skin.
And you missed hers dearly. Jill had a particular smell of moss, fresh air, linen, and sandalwood. It was something of a drug to you.
You slowly ran your hand up her back and combed your fingers through her short brown strands, tucking a piece behind her ear to reveal her face.
A large, fresh wound splayed across her cheek and nose. Dried blood was crusted around the edges, and her cheek was speckled with a purplish-green bruise.
Your heart skipped a beat, and your shaky hands traced along the perimeter of her cut. "Jill—"
"It's fine, I promise."
"What do you mean it's fine? You're beat to shit."
"That's how it goes, you know that," Jill retorted.
"I'm not trying to overreact, I just…"
"You just what?"
"Jill, I feel bad— I just feel bad seeing you hurt all the time."
"It's just a cut. You don't need to worry about me," she said, reaching her hand to her face and feeling her wound.
"It's not just the cut, I'm aware you get hurt. But, I worry about you, I know this wears you down."
"We can talk about this later. I'm not in the mood."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dig," you said, apologetically kissing Jill on the forehead.
"It's okay, I know. This is just a me thing." she sighed into your neck, her voice sounding heavy and tired.
"You need a bath, though," you laughed faintly.
"I smell disgusting."
You breathed deeply, "I mean, there's a bit of what I assume is monster blood in your hair."
"A day in the life of Agent Jill Valentine, I guess." she chuckled sarcastically, pressing a kiss to your neck. "But seriously, though, I'm getting in the bath."
She left your embrace, but not without a kiss, and faintly pressed her lips against yours. "It's good to be home," she smiled, heading for the bathroom.
While Jill was in the bath, you got to work unpacking her bags. First was a duffle bag filled with clothes, an array of guns, knives, ammo, more guns, and Jesus Christ. How many weapons does this woman need?
You pulled out her blood-stained clothes and put them into the wash. The weapons went onto a towel next to the safe, she'll want to clean them before putting them away.
You held her favored combat knife in your hand. The blade was worn down and nicked from years of use and many sharpenings. It was crusted with dried blood and yellowish pus.
This very knife has saved her for damn near everything, but it brought you to tears thinking of all she had to live through. Jill was never the one who needed saving. She's always been the protector. But at what cost? It was always at the expense of her own freedom and well-being.
Your precious girl deserved to be free from the hell that is her inner world.
She had a backpack that was mainly filled with folders, notebooks, medication, and whatever random shit she picked up from her two weeks away. You left that bag for her to deal with, though; she would actually murder you if you misplaced an important document.
Jill called your name from the bathroom, and you instantly met her there.
"What is it?" you asked. Jill was sitting in the bath, her chest pressed into her knees, wincing as she ran her hand down her back.
"My back, I got hit there and need help with it." she cracked.
You sat on the edge of the tub and inspected the damage. An angry red slice from a blade ran from her shoulder blade to her lower back.
"God, I think it's infected," you said, analyzing the swelling around the wound.
"Of course it is," Jill huffed.
"Just hang on, I'll clean it." You rummaged for a first aid kit from under the sink. Although you're not a nurse, at this point, you should be.
You prepped a cloth with alcohol and held it up to her wound, "It's gonna hurt, okay," you tried to warn her, but the shock was more than Jill could have expected.
She winced, recoiling back as you dragged the cold burn of the alcohol along her irritated skin.
"Ow, oh my god, that fucking hurts!" she exclaimed through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry. Just give me a second, and I'll be done."
You got her cut cleaned up. Jill's head rested on her knees, which exposed her bruise-ridden body.
Regardless, she was perfect. Her pretty olive skin contrasted warmly against the bubble bath. Her arms were muscular, with raised veins running down her long, dainty fingers.
Although the thought of the bruises made your stomach ache, they undoubtedly made her look tough but no less beautiful.
"Okay, my love, you should be better. Is there anything else I can do for you?" you asked, standing up.
Jill's head still rested on her knees as she answered, "No, that should be everything."
"Okay then," you headed for the door, wanting to give her some privacy.
"Where are you going?" Jill said as you were stepping out the doorway.
"Just to the kitchen, why?"
"You should stay."
"Music to my ears," you hummed, stepping back. And resume your spot perched on the side of the tub.
"It's awfully lonely in this big tub all by myself," Jill said shyly, rubbing soap along her arms. "And how am I supposed to get clean without your help?"
A smirk formed on your lips. "Hmm, I wonder what I can do to fix that?"
"I'm not sure, but I know you can figure it out," she smirked, languidly rubbing soap into her skin.
"Fine," you stripped your clothes and placed them into a pile on the floor.
"You're gorgeous, you know that?" Jill's sleepy eyes admired everything about your figure.
Your cheeks heated as you stepped into the steaming hot bath. You sat behind Jill, with her placed between your legs.
You let out a long sigh as you adjusted to the water temperature, wrapping your arms around her.
Jill took your hand in hers and placed tiny kisses along your knuckles. "I'm tired, so unbelievably tired," she exhaled, leaning back into your chest.
"I wish I could make things better for you." you sighed as you stroked your fingers through her short brown hair.
Jill paused momentarily, swallowing as she found the words, "You already make things better for me. You make life better. You're everything to me."
You couldn't help but feel like it wasn't true. But why would she lie? She makes your life infinitely better, but for a reason you couldn't place, you felt like you weren't that person for her.
Perhaps you felt like her sense of duty outweighed her love for you, Or maybe you couldn't fully understand her trauma.
Your heart skipped, and the only thing you could manage was, "Really?"
"Don't act so surprised; at this point, you're the only thing keeping me sane. You get me through the literal gates of hell."
You laughed genuinely, and your cheeks flushed with warmth.
"See like your laugh, God, how I love your laugh. It reminds me of Summer if that makes any sense."
You laughed again, and a little pit in your belly swelled with warmth. "And you remind me of rain. Your voice is so calm and pretty. It's like water droplets on our window."
"You're quite the poet, I take it," Jill smirked and rolled around so her stomach pressed to yours.
"Only for you." you grinned, tucking a damp strand of hair behind Jill's ear. This angle provided you with an absolutely superb view of her eyes. Although heavy and tired, they radiated love-- love swirled by endless bounds of dark blue ocean. You couldn't resist her any longer and pulled her into a soft, intimate kiss.
Your pouty lips refrained from deepening the kiss too far. The tip of your tongue grazed against hers like a gentle dance. She tasted dizzyingly sweet. Jill gracefully rolled your lip between her teeth, biting and then sucking softly.
"My pretty girl," you mumbled into the kiss, drunk off her taste.
She ran her hand up your chest, your neck, and settled on your cheek, her thumb stroking your jaw with the lightest touch.
Jill pulled away and rested in your embrace, head on your chest, eyes closed. "I'm so happy to be home," she sighed.
You hugged her tight into your chest. "I'm happy you're home, my love."
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Something darker than you'll ever know lingers behind Jill’s blue eyes. A darkness that she holds securely within herself. But, the sun does rise, and for Jill, you're her sun. The one person who can love her, scars and all.
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If you, for some reason, still have a subscription to the Atlantic, cancel it
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minors i see you and you are getting blocked for interacting idgaf i told you to not :p
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im barking, IM BARKING, this was so good IM BARKING PLEASE
So It Goes — Lara Croft.
lara X fem!reader.
warnings: phone sex, masturbating, pet names (lots and lots of them, baby princess sweetheart etc) edging if you squint, let me know if i missed anything else.
word count: 1.6k
idk about y’all but she makes me lose it.
your eyes were glued to your tv screen, but your thoughts were elsewhere entirely.
you were debating whether to go to bed or touch yourself as you hadn’t in a long long time, and you were in the mood.
the only problem was that you hated to touch yourself with your own fingers, you’d have much preferred if it were lara’s fingers instead, your girlfriend who’s too busy working, travelling at the moment.
with the thoughts of lara’s fingers, her calloused hands, the way they were thick and would fill you up— you quickly jumped taking off your panties and lying down on the couch, keeping the image of your girlfriend’s fingers and her sweet voice in the back of your head as you stuck two fingers inside of yourself.
surprised to find yourself already wet at the thought of lara, of course.. you never doubted how much she’d turn you on when you needed it.
as your fingers were moving up and down your pussy, your back arched against the couch, the nightgown you had on pushed up to reveal your belly, noticing how much your breath hitched and faltered, your free hand gripped the cushions as you tried to focus on the feeling.
collecting your slick and smearing it all over your clit as you let out a moan, you usually never made noise as you were touching yourself, but all you thought of was lara, which made you rock your hips back and forth as you fucked yourself with your own fingers, your breathing heavy and your moans so loud that you felt her there, like she’s the one touching you.
your eyebrows were furrowed with sweat breaking out on your forehead and between your breasts, the same ones that bounced as you were drunk on the feeling of your own fingers.
your goal was to cum, you wanted it so bad, but the more you thought of it the more you started to be more aware that you were alone; and lara was not here with you.
god you missed her, you missed her so bad you frustratingly stopped, removed your fingers out of your throbbing wet pussy while your legs twitching as you edged yourself, your body had other ideas but you just couldn’t take this anymore.
your breathing was heavy as you reached for your phone, your eyes staring at the ceiling as you dialled lara’s phone number, please pick up please pick up.
it took three rings until lara picked up.
“hi, love.. what are you doing calling this late?” she chuckled through the phone, her thick british accent making you even more frustrated.
you bit down your lip, what kind of excuse do you have for her? that you couldn’t finish because she’s not there? lara would probably never let go of this one; ever. and you weren’t in the mood to get laughed at…
“hello?” lara spoke once again. “love, you okay?”
“hi.. sorry is this a bad time?” you asked, sitting up on the couch, your core brushing against the silk nightgown, driving you crazier.
“not at all.. was just grabbing some tea.” lara says, hearing the crinkling of the spoon against the glass as you squeezed your eyes shut, still unsure of how to come clean with this.
you played with the hem of your nightgown, hearing lara shuffling and moving things around, still trying to come up with a proper way to tell her this, rubbing your thighs together as you did so.
“alright..” lara whispered into the call, probably sitting down somewhere as you heard the sound of fabric and the mug being placed on a table. “you’re not speaking, did you just call me because you missed hearing me talk?” lara giggled, she seemed in a good mood; which was a good thing.
you was were a mess right now and you had no idea what to do.
“i did… actually.” you finally said, keeping your head tipped back as your eyes scanned the ceiling. “hm… satisfied now huh?” lara gave you a cheeky chuckle, knowing how flustered it gets you, even if it’s from the damn phone, your cheeks went red and your thighs rubbed together.
“erm— not yet.” you finally confessed, but then the other line went silent, but it wasn’t long before you heard lara laugh a bit.
“ah, i get it now.” she cleared her throat. “you’re being a naughty girl right now.” lara adds.
“…. lara, i need you.” you desperately let it out, not caring anymore, you were indeed desperate and would do anything for her to talk you through it.
“you’re so selfish.” lara chuckled through the phone. “but it’s okay, i’ll be nice… give my girl what she wants.”
you felt absolutely terrible at her words, but knowing lara— she’s just teasing you, riling you up so you need her even more, and you do as your legs involuntarily spread on their own.
“so, how are we gonna do this?” lara began, her tone soft and sultry. “your fingers hm?” she guessed making you hum a response.
“alright… now, lick them and rub your clit.” lara gave you a command as her tone was quiet, like it’s just for you to hear.
you put your already wet fingers inside your mouth and filled them up with your saliva. “get them real wet okay?” lara says through the phone, your core burning with a sensation at her words and your actions, you’ve never felt this horny before, or done anything like this before.
you did what lara wanted; you were sucking on your fingers and made them as wet as possible. “you can start now, okay baby?” lara’s voice carried you through it, your fingers dipped between your thighs once again, touching your pussy in gentle circular motion, letting out a stiff moan.
“there we go… i’ve always wanted to do something like this with you.” lara chuckled, making your fingers rub faster.
“tell me what you’re doing.” lara requested after a moment of silence; your squelching filled the room, unsure if lara could hear it though.
“i’m.. hm..” you moaned, your cheeks burning red.
“don’t overthink it now, you’re doing good.” lara praised you, your fingers still moving as you pleasured yourself hearing the way lara breathed into the phone, you could cry out for how much you missed her.
“i miss you… i miss you so much.” you gasped, your lower belly tightening.
“i miss you too honey… and i miss fingering you myself, i miss how wet you are, god… you’re so perfect.” lara teased you, her tone so quiet and sultry as you felt your pussy twitching and throbbing as you were so damn close, just one more praise and you’re coming undone.
“lara—“ you moaned, her name sounded amazing coming from your pretty mouth, lara could cum in her own pants at the sound of you like that, her panties were stuck to her own cunt as she was listening to everything and barely breathing.
“cum for me… hm? do it for me baby, i know you can do it.. imagine yourself sitting on my face, and ruin me.. come on baby.” lara says, her voice coming out breathier, moving her own fingers around her clothed cunt as she manspread on the couch she was seated on and touched her needy self, she’d so take care of this when she’s done with you.
“hm.. fuck i can’t..” you rasped, your fingers were so wet, the couch probably stained as well as your nightgown.
“come on princess, you know you can do it.. goddamn it i bet you look so fucking beautiful touching yourself like that for me..” lara breathed, her own fingers teasing her hardened nipple, biting her lip.
you were driven crazy at her words, so crazy you couldn’t contain your whimpers and writhing, your hips rocking themselves against your fingers, letting a gasp out each time you moved, your vision became so blurry as you came all over your fingers and on the couch.
all while lara was trying so hard not to touch herself, not right now.
this was your time, she wanted to focus on you, give you whatever you needed.. she can hardly wait.
“good… good girl you did so good.” lara breathed into the phone and let out a satisfied chuckle.
you on the other hand, sweating your bum off, your breathing heavy and your fingers wet and sticky, your knees wobbly as you were trying to catch your breath. “thank you.” was all that came out of your dry throat.
“you’re very welcome, sweetheart.” lara responds after a second or so, trying to collect herself, you got her so worked up she couldn’t think straight, her tea turning cold.
“go wash yourself, and get some sleep.. i’ll call you in the morning, kay baby?” lara says, standing up on her own shaky legs.
“mmhm... lara, i love you.” you finally managed, sitting on the edge of the couch, listening to the way she breathed, your toes curled, grabbing the hem of your nightgown. “i love you, too.” lara said, you can hear a grin in her tone which reassured you she’d call like she said she would; she always did.
you hung up then, your body still so tense after such a long overdue orgasm.. it felt amazing, your skin was so tingly, your cheeks flushed, nothing felt better than this right at this second.
as soon as you hung up the phone call, she put her cellphone aside while trying to control herself, took a sip from her tea, rubbed her face, then rubbed her hands on her thighs.
but every time she recalls your moans through the phone she just couldn’t help the way her nipples were hard, seeing them through her shirt, her wet panties, she had to do something about it.
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KNIGHT! LARA ??? (pic from pinterest)
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MELISSA BARRERA POTENTIALLY THE LARA CROFT LIVE ACTION ACTRESS FOR THE UPCOMING MOVIE????? and i thought things couldn’t get any better
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