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hi ! i just wanted to say i love ur works so so much ur extremely talented <33

hi thanku berryy much <33 im really glad u enjoy them because there is never enough lara in the world xoxo

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Fav sonny angel?

OHH MY GOD anonnie i have soo many. ough they're so cute !! but these are my tops in order under the cut :p

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ɞ . abstract. skipping class with spider-girl!lara. light smut, fluff. ꒰ silken love — mini-series. ꒱

"oh, my god," you squeal, as she easily picks you up, hands on your waist, and seats you on the desk. the classroom is empty, a perfect, secluded spot you and lara had no problem slipping into.

giggling, she silences you with another kiss. "shh, you're gonna get us caught."

"no, you're gonna get us caught—shit—if you keep doing that fuckin' thing with your tongue." in return, you get a snicker from her as she parts your legs to stand between them.

lara's not really at fault if, somewhere along the line, her fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, dancing along the fabric of your panties.

"don't tell me you're soaked just from kissing me," she teases. her lips trail along your neck, leaving blooming spots of red—marks that'll be so incredibly embarrassing to cover up next period.

huffing, you yank on one of her jeans' belt loops. "pull these off then. i bet you're no better."

and for someone that mouthy, she shuts up real quick. her idea of revenge is pressing against your clit, grinning as a strangled whimper leaves you.

"don't get me wrong, there's nothing i love more than this, but should we be skipping right now?"

you roll your eyes, a hand on her wrist to keep her close to your aching cunt. "since when do you care about missing class, spidey?" after all, she's always absent, courtesy of relentless crime. another hand of yours trails up her shirt, pinching a nipple through the soft fabric.

"fair point," she mumbles, just through a moan. words leave the two of you as she presses flush against you, lips crashing against yours once more.

her mouth muffles all your noises as you grind against her hand. it's wet and sloppy, desperate and heated. her free hand grips your waist, keeping you in place. she's soft against you, nibbling on your bottom lip.

lara's all strawberry chapstick and the watermelon lollipop she had in passing. she's sweet and fresh, making you feel like the sun came loose and settled in your chest.

panting, you pull away, tugging on the bottom of her top—a silent motion, telling her you want it off.

"um…" lara pauses, eyes flickering away from you briefly. "that door doesn't lock."

tossing your already discarded skirt at her, you hum, "better be quick then."

and… who is she to displease her favorite girl?

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anyone else want to be held by lara and trace over her tattoos

ohh to be living the dream. okay one chance please lara

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Guys, you need to see this: https://www.tumblr.com/hwangsual8/786449356435914752/attention-kpop-stans-and-non-kpop-stans-there?source=share

oh my god #jobless behavior why are we reporting idols 😭 i knew people were messed up but seriously? ice? no one should have to deal with getting dragged into needless crap like this that's both political + dangerous especially when they've worked so hard to get to where they are ❤️

i hope they stay safe 🫶

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A Lara centred blogers save me. My girl is finally getting recognition.

Hope we get part 2 where reader calls Lara and they go on a date.

oh god yeah i swear lara is just SO underrated + if i ever feel like i can expand on a part two i will but as of now requests aren't open ly xx

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ɞ . abstract. seeing lara in person wasn't your dream, but it felt like one. fluff, katseye!lara.

it's not a big deal, you tell yourself, the mantra a thin veil over your nerves. with a handful of your absent friend's merch, you shift your weight from one foot to another, the only distraction you can manage.

it's not a big deal, because you're not some crazy fan. sure, they have good music, but you don't often find yourself listening to them in your free time. it's just not really your thing.

yet, either way, they're still global pop stars. now, that's a big deal. the fact that you only have to see one of them, not the whole group, it makes your heart race a little less.

three months ago, your roommate won a raffle: two tickets for a meet and greet. you'd happily accepted her invitation to go along. however, those were under the pretense that she'd be here with you, not that she'd get sick last minute and make you go get all her things signed.

a security guard waves you in, behind the curtain. when you peek in, she's standing right there. clad in a short, shimmery mini-dress, it's lara. her hair falls in delicate curls, styled beautifully.

"hi," you wave, with a small tilt of your head. "would you mind signing these?" in hindsight, it's a little embarrassing how much your friend made you bring along. ridiculous, actually.

"damn," she laughs, light and airy. "that's quite the collection."

playfully, your nose wrinkles. "that's one word for it. they're my roommate's. she's a huge fan, really wanted to come, but she's running a fever."

lara presses her lips together, with a sympathetic look. "oh, that sucks." her eyes trail over you for a moment before she goes back to replicating her signature on a white tee.

her gaze makes you shiver, and you nod. "yeah," you agree, watching her strokes of black against the vinyls.

after a moment, she asks, a grin painting her lips, "and, you? are you a fan?"

you pause, deciding how to answer. there's a twinkle in her eyes, and you lean in, just a little closer. lara doesn't pull away, doesn't back up. if anything, you swear she reciprocates the motion.

with a breath, you smile, "well, who isn't a fan of pretty girls?"

"that's good to know," lara winks. "anything else you want me to sign? for you, i mean?"

"oh, uh…" you purse your lips, a little frown peeking through. "i didn't bring anything." glancing at the sharpie between her fingers, you show her the palm of your hand.

her long, acrylic nails brush against your skin as the marker moves, a gentle feeling you want to memorize. the ink is cold, but her touch feels hot. lara's brows are furrowed in concentration, and you think it's adorable.

she pulls you in for a hug, warm and soft around you. you think you can smell notes of jasmine. magnolia, too?

just when you think it really can't get better, lara gives you a peck on the cheek, pleasantly startling you. her gloss is barely there, a sheen of stickiness on you. heat rises to your cheeks, but the smile stays.

it's not until you're walking out of the booth that you glance down at the signature on your hand.

and, apparently, the phone number next to it.

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a lara centered fic blog i used to pray for times like this 🙂‍↕️

someone has to do the job and i have no problem worshipping our queen lara 🫶

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thank you for blessing me with a beautiful lara fic my bae too underrated on tumblr

you are so welcome anonnie there is so much more to come fear not

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۶ৎ 𝓢ILKEN 𝓛OVE — a spider-girl!lara mini-series.

⋆ vanilla and cream ⋆ skipping class together

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۶ৎ 𝓒AIRO'S 𝓞FFICAL 𝓜.LIST.

꒰ mini-series. ꒱ ⋆ silken love — ft. spider-girl!lara

꒰ drabbles. ꒱ ⋆ seeing lara at a fan meet and greet

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𝓒AIRO. lara's pretty girl. silver hoops. juicy couture. sonny angels. denim mini-skirts. winged liner. calico critters. digital camera. sylvia plath. body glitter. angel kiss bags. tube tops. diet coke. shimmery lip gloss.

🦢🗝️🧸 01. | m.list. 02. | about me.

꒰ inbox status ꒱ ── open for anything but requests + thirsts are okay.

꒰ content includes ꒱ ── some self-ship and dark content, but everything will be tagged accordingly. this blog is lara-centric, so i don't write for any other members, as of now.

୨୧ don't plagiarize, use for ai, translate, or repost laracide's works onto other sites. ୨୧

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ɞ . abstract. spider-girl lara raj's in every part of your life, whether you know it or not. smut, unestablished relationships. ꒰ silken love — mini-series. ꒱

somewhere along the line, a new routine began. every night, just after dark, a masked figure would slip into your room. it was like clockwork.

no words were ever exchanged. the mask stayed on, and your eyes stayed shut. you knew nothing about her appearance, not a single detail.

her skin was soft beneath your fingers, silky and smooth. when you were tangled in the sheets with her, her scent of vanilla and cream filled the air, a heady mix that heightened every sensation.

it was purely physical — with stolen breaths and quiet gasps. if you were lucky, she'd kiss you, but you weren't lucky often. still, you always took what she offered.

her hips would roll against yours, warm and sticky against your inner thighs. even the slightest movements had you digging your head deeper into the pillow, lost in the moment. she was always on top, leaving you a writhing mess below, your fingers digging into the flesh of her waist.

"oh— fuck," you'd whimper, head lolling to the side. you knew she was smiling under the mask, her eyes bright with satisfaction at having you so completely incoherent.

her voice, slightly hoarse, carried a smugness you could practically taste. "yeah? you like that?"

sometimes, she'd stay for only a few minutes — a quickie before she vanished into the night with a flimsy excuse about patrolling and criminals. other times, the city's favorite superhero would slip into the covers beside you after making you climax for the umpteenth time.

she'd stay, curled up against your side, until you drifted off to sleep. in the morning, when you woke, it would be as if she was never there, except for the delicate soreness between your thighs that served as a sweet, persistent reminder.

that was spider-girl. your spider-girl.

then, there was lara. your not-quite-friends, not-quite-lovers classmate who had become something more. always late to lectures, with a glint in her eyes that piqued your curiosity. lara, who was constantly inviting you over to her place.

whether it was for study sessions or spa days, there was always a reason to hang out. and, every time, you would take it.

lara was beautiful. she was everything to you. she was your person. so, unlike with the crime-fighting vigilante, it wasn't just sex; it was more. much, much more.

one moment you’d be caught in a fit of giggles and screams during a pillow fight, and the next, with one swing too hard, she'd tumble down onto you. your lips would be so close, it would be villainous not to let them meet.

clothes would come off, and she'd press open-mouthed kisses to the fabric of your panties, eager for a taste of your sweetness. lara's saliva and the slickness of your arousal would coat your folds, and you'd shiver as her warm breath brushed over them.

her tongue would dart out, tracing the swollen line of your clit, then dip lower, lapping at the wet entrance to your core. two fingers, slippery with your wetness, slide inside you, stretching you open. and because she truly was your person, she'd have you screaming her name and shaking in only minutes.

post-orgasm, you'd lie together on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "lara?" brows furrowed thoughtfully, you'd breathe, heavy and panting. she'd turn to look at you, her pupils twinkling.

her hand would cup your face, completely gentle. "what's up, baby?"

"you smell like vanilla and cream."