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Lilith's Scepter by Meldelen
#i live for ana's kurtis#canon af#overprotective fool#kurtis trent#tomb raider#lilith's scepter#best fucking story ever#i will die on this hill#peak writing#post aod#a#post traod#traod sequel#meldelen#positively amazonian#the queen of tr fanfiction
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“I’ve got the cash, but I don’t deal with the monkey.”
#the one and only#classic lara#aod lara#true croft#lara croft#tomb raider#core design#they knew how to do the shit
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Here’s that lighter version of this, as promised :)
#fangirling level: epic#lartis kiss#lara croft#kurtis trent#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#awesome fanart#angel in shadow#angel-in-shsdow
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More Lara and Kurtis, can you believe it? Surely not.
#EXCUSE ME#the braid is gorgeous#his jawline is sharp and sexy#the adam's apple!!!!#moody keeps on delivering#you are a treasure woman#casual lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#awesome fanart#moody von ree#moodyvonree
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Smooth As Silk - (Tomb Raider - Lara x Kurtis Fic)
TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65100241 Fic Rating: Explicit🌶️🌶️ Category: F/M Additional Tags: Smut // Shameless Smut // Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot // Quickies // Doggy Style // Penis In Vagina Sex // Short One Shot // One Shot Fandom: Tomb Raider: Angel of Darkness Relationships: Lara Croft/Kurtis Trent Warnings: None Words: 3,274

Summary: Lara and Kurtis get ready for a Gala, however Lara's choice of dress leaves Kurtis a little hot under the collar.
AUTHOR NOTE: An idea that popped into my head because I remembered the blue strapless dress was a thing and also from this post: https://www.tumblr.com/litoperezito/773642668408487936/she-stole-the-show Not my best work, very short one shot. Enjoy!


Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Kurtis adjusts the black tie around his neck. He breathes in deep, trying to get more oxygen into his body as the feeling of being constricted overwhelms him. Once he feels somewhat comfortable, as comfortable as one can get in unfamiliar clothes, he rolls up the sleeves of his deep red dress-shirt to his elbows and huffs. He runs his palm over his slicked back hair and stares at himself in the mirror where he feels like a pig with lipstick on.
Lara is hosting a gala for their recent discovery in the rainforests of Brazil, their first adventure as a partnership. Despite Kurtis’ objections and want of the limelight, Lara always held the upper hand. Giving himself one last look over, he sighs.
“I don’t get why we have to dress up and host this circus.” Kurtis mutters as he exits the bathroom, adjusting the cuff on his wrist. He looks up and finds himself talking to an empty bedroom.
“Because we should celebrate our discoveries.” Lara shouts from the walk-in wardrobe, much more cheery and optimistic sounding than Kurtis. “And also get people to donate a rather large sum of money to the government of Brazil for allowing us to… recover their artifacts.” She quickly adds on.
Kurtis rolls his eyes, ‘At what point is it recovering, an archaeological find or grave robbing?’ he thinks to himself.
Scoffing, he rolls his shoulders trying to get the dress shirt to slacken off a little, but unfortunate for him, Winston is a fine butler and knows how to press a shirt to perfection.
“It’s one night Kurtis,” Lara sighs. “Try to smile and not scare anyone off.”
He rolls his eyes again, this time hard enough to hurt. Becoming partners with Lara has shifted his entire world from underground militia and secret societies to the upper elite and not so underground mafia and he’s never felt more out of place.
Folding his constricted arms, he flops into the foot of their bed with a huff.
“How do you do this?” he asks softly, genuinely. “I mean, I know you were raised like this but…” he trails off, sitting down on the edge of the bed and puts on his extremely shiny dress shoes. “Dressing up like a show pony. Smiling at some old rich asshole who’s never had a day of adventure in their life.” Drooping his head, he closes his eyes, trying to keep himself calm.
The sound of heels clacking on the stone floor echoes around the room. Kurtis keeps his eyes closed and sighs again.
“Well?” Lara asks timidly for once, he could hear the slight shake in her voice.
Kurtis raises his head and slow opens his eyes and is met with a very dolled up Lara wearing a dark royal blue shimmery dress, a slit running up so high on her thigh it nearly touches her hip and a strapless bustline that hugs her full breasts and tiny waist that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Her hair was in her signature braid down her back and a few curls framing her face. She tugged at her matching gloves, pulling them over her elbows.
“Woah,”
Kurtis just sat there, truly slack-jawed and unable to think a coherent thought. All the blood drained from his brain and went straight to his dick that twitched with excitement in his trousers. He was glad he was sitting down as he felt his knees go weak at the sight of her.
Lara looks up at him for a moment and back down to her glove. She then snaps her gaze back to him and smiles, a small blush on her cheeks.
“What?” she narrows her eyes at him.
Kurtis just looks her up and down again, sure it’s nothing he’s not seen before, he knows what’s under that dress but she looked sensational.
“I - er, you… you - erm,” he stutters and lets out a puff of hair. Slowly he stands, still looking at Lara like she was a goddess.
“Kurtis…” She stands tall, placing her hands on her cocked hips. “It’s just a dress.” She looks down at herself, smoothing the fabric.
Slowly he approaches her, once icy blue eyes now darkened with blown out pupils filled with lust and desire for her. This was the first time he’d seen her all dressed up, not a pair of jeans or cargo jacket in sight.
“No, it’s not just a dress.”
Once he was in front of her, Lara placed two fingers under his chin and raised his head up and their eyes met. Her memory shifts back to their brief encounter back in the airlock planning their partnership to destroy Eckhardt. How he stared at her back then too.
“Eyes up here.” she whispers. Kurtis could feel his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight, his growing erection painfully pressing against the zipper of his trousers.
“You look..” he trails off, cheeks dusted with what little blood left in his upper body. “Sensational”. He growls as his eyes fall back down to the swell of her breast, her decolletage shimmering with glittery make-up.
Lara blushes hard at his tone of voice, she felt her stomach flip and a warmth between her legs. She’s gotten used to a lifetime of distasteful comments, men flirting terribly with her, but Kurtis is different and the only man who’s made her blush.
“Thanks.” she tried to sound unaffected by him. Turning around, she pulls her braid over her shoulder. “Can you zip me?” She asks over her shoulder.
Kurtis lets his eyes drop to the tiny zip that rested on her lower back, not before inspecting the litter of scars on her strong muscular back. He loved seeing how strong she was. Carefully he reaches up, fingers shaking, and pinches the zipper. He places his other hand on her hip squeezing her gently.
Lara took in a breath, waiting for the dress to constrict her even more but instead felt the dress slacken, her breasts nearly falling free from their structured bodice. She raised her hand and cups her chest, holding the dress up. She looks over her shoulder to see Kurtis smirking as he slowly pulls down the zipper.
“The other way,” she hisses at him, playfully.
He shakes his head and flicks his eyes up to her face. He loved how she furrowed her brows at every little inconvenience. He lets out a breathy laugh and begins to pull the zipper back up her spine. Once at the top, he leans over slightly and plants a gentle kiss on her exposed shoulder. He could smell her body wash coating her skin, vanilla and honey, simple but made his dick twitch.
“Can’t blame me for trying.” he whispers into her skin.
Moving his other hand to her other hip, he pulls her back so her ass meets with his growing erection. He hears her gasp and tries to pull away but his strong grip holds her against him. He peppers more kisses over her shoulders and up her neck. Slowly he thrust his hips into her ass and let out a moan that made Lara’s stomach flutter warm and her clit to pulse.
She made no attempt to move though, letting her head roll to the side, exposing her neck more to him. She let herself indulge his touch. She could feel him grin under the kisses.
“Kurtis…” she squeaks out, barely a whisper. She knew they were running out of time but she couldn’t help herself from arching into his groin, pressing herself harder against his stiffened cock, teasing him.
She felt his hand snake around her waist, another memory of the Louvre flashing into her mind. Back then he didn’t even know what he looked like, all she knew was he was skilled with a gun, had strong hands and smelled like cedarwood and musk that made her grow wet between her legs. She remembered how her inhibitions failed her as she spun around and saw him, all blue eyes and tanned skin.
Kurtis hooks his arm around her tiny waist, the silk of the dress cooling under his warming skin. He pulls her harder against him, rutting into her like a dog in heat. He nibbles at her flesh, gently scraping his teeth on her pulse point and making her shiver. He loosen his grip around her waist and moves his hand to gently cup her breast over the smooth silk fabric. Lara lets out another delicious moan that goes straight to his aching cock, now leaking in his underwear.
Letting his other hand wander, he gently snakes over the front of her hip and down to her exposed thigh, he fingered at the top of the slit and tickled her skin. He parts the fabric and squeezes at her strong thigh. He felt her groan, a rumble echoing in her chest into his.
Slowly he inches his fingers closer towards her core, seeking the burning heat radiating from her sex. He traces his fingertips between her thighs and drags the calloused pads higher. His movement halts when he feels exposed wet flesh, his fingers grazing her naked lips and clit.
His eyes open wide at her exposure. She lets out a small moan at the tender touch.
“No underwear?” his teeth grazing against that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. “You’re naughty.”
Lara lets out a sigh, “I can’t wear anything under this dress, the lines would show.” She tries to wiggle from his grasp but his arm holds her waist tighter and his fingers part her wet lips.
“I have no idea what that means.” Kurtis confesses, lips still pressed against her skin, leaving patches of condensation on her skin. “But I like it.” He swirls his fingers around her sensitive clit, he feels her shiver and shake in his grasp. He grunts when his cock presses against her soft but firm ass, relieving pressure in his throbbing cock.
“Kurtis…” Lara protests, yet barely moves. “We’ll be late.” She rocks her head backwards onto his shoulder, rocking her hips against his fingers, chasing her climax.
“10 minutes…” Kurtis quickens his movement on her clit, Lara lets out a breathy moan as her clit swells and her thighs feel sticky with slick. She also hoped she hadn't ruined the dress.
She finally lets her head snap back upright, half closed blissed out eyes widening. She looks around the room and catches a glimpse of themselves in the mirror. She blushes at the sight of Kurtis’ hand in between her thighs, the other squeezing her tit, all while he gently humps and grinds her from behind. She turns to look at him over her shoulder, his nose grazing her cheek and then peppers with kisses.
“We don’t have time!” she whines.
“I’ll be quick.” He growls into her ear.
“After, Kurtis, you can do whatever you want to me after the party.” She lets out a little whimper and still doesn’t try and move away.
Kurtis holds himself still and stops swirling her swollen clit, the remaining blood in his brain makes him stop and think of what “whatever you want” could entice. But before a thought could form, he looks down at her exposed cleavage and naked thigh. He moves his arm back around her waist, hooking her close to him again in fear she’ll run away.
A rumble vibrates from his chest through Lara’s back. He leans back towards her ear, his hot breath tickles and growls deeply.
“You expect me to be able to control myself while you look like this,” he tightens his grip around her waist, grinding his cock into her ass once again, “Fat chance.”
Before Lara could even protest again, he lifts her up by her waist and carries her over to the bed in one swift motion. He plants her facing towards the edge of the mattress and unhooks his arm from around her and tenderly plants his palm on her exposed upper back, he could feel her radiate intense heat. However not before trapping her legs with his against the side of the bed, making sure to part them.
Gently he pushes her over, he watches as the dress barely stretches over her ass and how her back muscles ripple. He could feel a little resistance from her, but she complies. She rests her forearms on the bedding, her tits straining at the angle and threatening to spill out. But the pressure against her perked nipples made her shiver.
Kurtis stands tall behind her, unbuckling his belt and trouser button. He reaches inside and palms his leaking cock. He lets out a hiss between his teeth at the change of temperature and dulls the ache.
Carefully as if handling a precious artifact, he scoops up her dress until he’s met with her exposed cunt, wet and shimmering, puffy and pink. He carefully drapes the fabric over her hips, keeping it as neat as possible. Lara reaches back and scoops the fabric out of the way.
Kurtis’s eyes never leave her wet cunt, he reaches down, swiping his thumb through her folds, smearing her slick from hole to clit. He returns to circling her clit, Lara lets out a small gasp at the pleasure.
“Kurtis, please!” she hisses at him, a mixture of annoyance and impatience.
He smirks, lets out another breathy laugh and gently spanks her ass cheek. She lets out a small squeak, biting her lip.
Reaching back inside his pitched trousers, he carefully pulls out his throbbing cock, the head red and hot, dripping with pre-cum, the thick vein pulsating with need. Without hesitation, he swipes the head between her lips, coating himself with her pleasure. He can feel Lara pushing backwards into him, adding pressure to his cock but also telling him to enter her.
Grabbing her plump hips, he lines himself up with her wet hole and slowly sinks inside, slowly moving in one smooth long thrust. Her hot walls clamp down around his cock at the intrusion and lack of prep. But grazing past her sweet spot, Lara lets out a delicious moan so loud and her hips buckle.
Kurtis stops and gently pulls back out a little and back in gliding over that sweet spot over and over. He can already feel her fluttering around him. A pleasant symphony of moans escaped her lips at each gentle thrust.
Soon he thrust deeper, he can feel every inch of her fluttering around him, leaving a small ring of white around the base of his cock. His heavy balls tap her clit perfectly and add to her growing pleasure. The thought of how wet he makes her made him dizzy. He already felt close to cumming.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath.
Gripping her hips tighter, Kurtis moves to bang into her harder, one after another of deep thrusts that shook her insides. The lude sound of skin slapping skin echoes the room, along with the gentle clanging on Kurtis loosen belt around his hips at every harsh penetration.
“I’m gonna…” Lara breathes out between each thrust. Kurtis can feel his blood start to boil under his skin knowing she’s close. He changes back to his quicker shallow thrusts, but remains grazing against that sweet spot over and over.
Lara clenches her fists around the bedsheet, wrinkling the cotton as her legs start to wobble and feel weak. She’s worried she’s ruining her dress and make-up but all is forgotten when she feels the tip of his cock thrust harder inside her. The coil in her stomach grows and grows till she feel’s it snap, a hot warm orgasm floods her system, her legs shake and can feel herself gush around him.
Kurtis doesn't stop though, he chases his own climax as her walls clamp around him, squeezing his cock.
“Lara I’m close.” a small bead of sweat trails down his neck and under his collar. His thrust starts to stutter, his fingertips dig into the plump flesh of her hips even harder, enough to leave bruises even over the fabric.
“Not on the dress!” Lara hisses through her afterglow, eyes half closed. Kurtis begins to panic, he is two thrusts away from orgasm but his usual cum area, her slender and beautifully curved lower back, is closed off from her expensive dress. The thought of how hot Lara looked in the dress was the tipping point though. Without thinking, he thrusts deep inside Lara and cums hard. Ropes of cum spurt out, coating her walls, each pulse of his cock he echoed with deep guttural groans. Slowly he rocks his hips, dragging out his climax while pushing her cum around his cock. Looking down he sees a small bead slowly ease out of her abused hole around his shaft.
“Shit.” he mutters, dropping his head forward, his once kept locks now damp and falling down his forehead.
“Kurtis,” Lara shuffles under him, trying to stand. He ignores her and grinds his hips into her ass, capturing the last few sparks of pleasure. Slowly he pulls his softening cock from her, watching as more cum drips from her hole. He lets out a breathy laugh and reaches over to her swollen cunt, using his middle finger he scoops up the cum and pushes it back inside.
Lara squeaks at the over stimulation. Standing back up and letting the dress fall from her grasp. She quickly turns around to see a very spent Kurtis, limp and wet cock still hanging out from his trousers. Eyes half closed he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her hard.
She flinches and pulls back, keeping his wet cock from staining her dress. She pushes him away gently and steps to look at herself in the mirror.
He laughs again and he can feel the anger burning off her skin, but he knows she loves him too much. Reaching down he shoves himself back into his trousers and rearranges himself back to before their quick romp. He rakes his hair back into a cleaner style and looks back at Lara.
Lara folds her arms and stands there watching Kurtis get dressed. She was in two minds of changing and refreshing herself between her legs. Instead, she felt a light bulb go off in the back of her mind.
Swaying her hips, she stands proudly in front of him, smiling and looking deep into his still blown out baby blues. She places a small peck on his glistening cheek.
“Come on, we’ll be late,” she smooths down his deep red shirt over his shoulders and turns to exit the room.
Kurtis, now back in the real world, snaps out of his orgasm haze and frowns at her, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Wait, aren’t you going to clean up?” He questions as he knows how miraculous Lara is about her hygiene and how she is presented. His eyes flick down to her ass again as he watches her saunter to the bedroom door.
Slowly she stops and turns around, looking at him over her shoulder.
“You now have to suffer the evening even more knowing that your cum is slowly dripping down my thighs all night.” She winks at him, “And smelling like sex, so all those ‘rich assholes’ know that you belong to me, and I to you.” She turns back around and saunters out of the bedroom, heels clacking on the stone floor.
Kurtis can do nothing but stare into the empty room, slack jawed, cheeks flushed and the feeling of his cock twitching once again.
#omg omg omg#i need a very cold shower right now#the build-up before the actual deed is hot#so in character#so well written and based on established tenstion attraction#hyperventilating#tomb raider#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#lartis smut#traod sequel#amazing fanfic#tasteofthedivine#please write more
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What is wrong with me and this fluffy attitude I have these days?! 😄😄 I always love when they do this, drawing actors/voice actors photos as their characters. So I said why not? 😄 That photo was so cute. (I left Mr. Schofield out because I didn’t wanna draw him without his permission, actually I have a certain line in my mind 😝) It was in color but b/w is always more dramatic.
#reblogging this gem upteenth time bcs FEELS#happy lartis#my heart exploded to million pieces#they look so young and untroubled#fangirling level: epic#no one draws happy lartis like hydra#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#awesome fanart#hydraballista#i live for hydra's happy kurtis
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“By the way,” she said, while still removing stitches, “I never thanked you for helping me escape from Boaz. You had no need to do that, killing Eckhardt belonged to you, not me. I suppose after what happened, you regret your decision.”
Kurtis smiled, still resting on the pillow. “Never. I’d do it again.”
The Golden Seal by Meldelen
#overprotective fool#he would die for her anytime#lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#when he slowly but surely started to get under her skin and win her heart#oh my feels#tomb raider#the golden seal#post aod#post traod#traod sequel#positively amazonian#meldelen#the queen of tr fanfiction
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"Hers"
inspired by this, ty for the suggestion @boltun-tr <3
#reblogging again bcs perfection#he is seconds from being barely conscious#he is whipped#THE GAZE#his big hand surrounding her waist#feral as fuck#lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#tomb raider#fangirling level: epic#awesome fanart#angel in shadow#angel-in-shadow
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#well hello handsome#kurtis trent#demon hunter#lux veritatis#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#awesome fanart#adayka
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Galleries Under Siege - Demin Outfit w/ glasses
#the denim outfit is HOT#galleries under siege#louvre affair#i can watch this cutscene million times and will never have enough#lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#tomb raider remastered
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Lara & Kurtis -Boaz Returns (V2) Tomb Raider - Angel of Darkness
#this is such a pivotal moment#overprotective fool#the hero she didn't need but got anyway#i will die on this hill#this breaks my heart#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#match made in heaven#partners in crime#partners in soul#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#boaz returns#tomb raider remastered
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Lara & Kurtis - Airlock Scene 4 (V2) Tomb Raider - Angel of Darkness
#how many times did i see this?#i will never have enough of them#they way he is staring and then slightly shakes his head to get back to the “business”#he is adorable#lara shocked him with her flirting back#lara's payback#back in airlock#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#match made in heaven#partners in crime#partners in soul#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#tomb raider remastered
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This one was going to have so much more going on but I wanted to finish it ✨

#pterodacryl screech#he is so handsome#this is so in character#she fully focused on the job#he fully focused on her#airlock parallel hit me hard#moody dropped the bomb unannounced#fangirling level: epic#casual lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#lartis#tomb raider#awesome fanart#moodyvonree#please never stop creating art
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yup, she noticed, enjoyed it and let him know it is reciprocated
#he was so obvious#he crushed on her so hard#i love his long infatuated stare totally oblivious to what she was saying#she noticed and noted and reciprocated#the tension between them is electrifying#lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#back in airlock#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#tomb raider remastered
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Lara & Kurtis - Airlock Scene 3 (V2) Tomb Raider - Angel of Darkness
#justice#back in airlock#when the match started matching#we should work together#lartis#lara croft#kurtis trent#match made in heaven#partners in crime#partners in soul#tomb raider#the angel of darkness#traod#aod#tomb raider remastered
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The Girl Who Never Cried: On Lara Croft's feelings

“Fans of the series still prefer Lara as the ice queen who controls like a tank” - Andrew Dovichi, Senior Level designer of Tomb Raider (2013). Tweet from 14 September 2014.
I recently became aware of this contemptuous remark -disrespectful with TR classics but, above all, disrespectful with its fans- which was stated by one of the reboot’s developers in answer to a flattery, when someone asked how fans of the series couldn’t understand the solidity of their work. I won’t talk here about the “tank controls”, I’m not an expert in videogame engines nor in gameplay, I’m not even a good gamer. I just can say those “tank controls” where up to their time and must be judged in their context.
What baffles me is the consideration of Lara Croft as an “ice queen”, I guess, as a character without feelings, not relatable, heartless, even soulless. And presenting the new “Lara” (I’ll call her Laraboot for obvious reasons) as the opposite and a more desirable option. Again: the Manichaean duality. Good and Evil. Correct and Wrong. And I’m here to question that simplicity, again.
Keep reading
#10 years anni of this gem#where is the lie#ice queen my ass#classic lara#aod lara#the girl who never cried#lara croft#tomb raider#traod#traod lara#kurtis trent#lartis#core design#crystal dynamics#positively amazonian#i bow to your expressive skills ana#gourmet's stuff
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Kurtis seeing her:

✨She stole the show ✨
#sorry not sorry#he would drool#look at her#she is perfect#classic lara#true croft#classy lara#opera dress#lara croft#tomb raider#awesome fanart#lito perezito#litoperezito
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