#lucas baker tickle

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Ships Most Likely To Write - Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy/Ashley Graham

Leon Kennedy/Luis Serra Navarro

Luis Serra Navarro/Ashley Graham

Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters

Jack Baker/Ethan Winters

Lucas Baker/Clancy Jarvis

Lucas Baker/Ethan Winters

Mia Winters/Zoe Baker

Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg/Ethan Winters

Salvatore Moreau/Donna Beneviento

Ships I Will Not Write - Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy/Ada Wong

Luis Serra Navarro/Ada Wong

Chris Redfield/Mia Winters

Ethan Winters/Mia Winters (Past is Fine)

Ships Most Likely To Write - Saw

Lawrence Gordon/Adam Stanheight-Faulkner

Lawrence Gordon/Scott Tibbs/Adam Stanheight-Faulkner

Logan Nelson/David

Mallick/Brit

Mark Hoffman/Peter Strahm

Scott Tibbs/Adam Stanheight-Faulkner

Scott Tibbs/Lark

Ships I Will Not Write - Saw

Lawrence Gordon/Allison Gordon (Past is Fine)

Adam Stanheight-Faulkner/Amanda Young

Fandoms I Will Write Crossovers With

Assassin's Creed

Catherine

Deadman Wonderland

Devil's Carnival

Dragon Age

The Evil Within

Fallout Universe

Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy X/X-2

Inception

Insidious

Invader Zim

IT

Jeepers Creepers

Kick-Ass

Kingdom Hearts

Krampus

Left 4 Dead

Lollipop Chainsaw

Mad Max

Nightmare On Elm Street

The Quarry

Portal

Saw

Silent Hill

South Park

Team Fortress 2

Until Dawn

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I've had all of this on my mind for too long and I refuse to apologize for what I'm about to do, but I understand that I'm prolly trash.

Bakers Family Tickle Headcanons

Jack Baker

Pre-infection:

This semi-sweet old man is a switch

Mainly goes after Zoe and Lucas, but does get into tickle fights with Marguerite pretty regularly (most of which he loses, btw)

Absolutely does the whole tickle monster spiel, don't even argue with me, I'm also pretty confident that he teases with compliments

Somewhat rough, but not too much

Raspberries are his favorite fruits. Just look at that man's gd beard-

Doesn't push anyone past their limits

Mostly likes to suprise his lee (leaning over the back of the couch, jumping at them or from behind corners, ect.)

Basically, even before Eveline and her "gift", you still couldn't walk around that house without feeling like you were about to be attacked by him

Old man is also very ticklish

Mostly tickled by Marguerite, but, every once in a while, Lucas has the nuts to get his father back

Ribs, stomach, sides and hips are his worst spots, mostly belly laughs

Likes to receive raspberry as much as he likes to give them

6/10 for ticklishness

Post-infection:

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

LER

With ever cell in his mold body, ler

Still tickles his family, but it's become more directed at Eveline and Lucas

That being said, he's very gentle with Eveline, the hivemind making sure he knows exactly what she wants and when

He still has tickle fights with Marguerite, but they've have become more savage and only slightly less loving

Zoe no longer interacts with the family enough to really do any of that anymore

But Lucas... poor Lucas gets his shit wrecked regularly.

A few long gone "family members" have been subjected to this sadistic old man's wrath, as well, but that's not to be dwelled on

As said above, Jack has become a sadistic fuck

Very rough, but not enough to leave bruises

Still uses the tickle monster act, but is much less affectionate than before, taking to scolding and/or insults instead of compliments when tickling someone other than Eveline

Still has his love of raspberries, giving and receiving

Limits? Don't know 'em

Is still as ticklish as before, same places, same reactions, if not a little more dramatic or erratic

Loves to chase his lees, taunting them the whole time (think of the shit he says while looking for Ethan in-game, but alter some of them a little)

Still 6/10, but he's a drama queen.

Marguerite Baker

Pre-infection

Mama of the year is a switch

Other than the tickle fights with Jack, she mainly goes after Lucas and sometimes Zoe

Very loving with her children, mostly does the "coochi-coo" kind of teases

A little bit mean to her husband tho-

She does the "now what are you doin' down there?" that I'm pretty sure all moms do

Really likes to back her lee up against a wall so they can slide down it and she gets to use that line

Stops far before her lee's limit

Southern mama is ticklish, but much less than her husband

Worst spots are the soles of her feet and underneath her toes, shrieks for days

Everywhere else is mostly giggles, whines, and the occasional squeal

Ticklishness is a 4/10

Post-infection

Another one that went from a pretty sweet switch to a mean ler

On rare occasions, she send her little bugs to crawl around on her lee

Not biting, not eating them alive, just walking and fluttering around

Still goes after Lucas, but not as much as Jack does

Is only a little rough with her little baby boy

Zoe doesn't stay around them long enough for tickles

Eveline, of course, is her main lee, who she is very gentle with

Tickle fights with Jack are more rough, though she sometimes tries to start and keep them light, which only really happens a few times every year, when the two of them are cuddled up together in the same bed like a proper husband and wife, tired enough to not want to full-on wrestle, but not enough to get them to sleep

Like her husband, she likes to chase her lee and search for them while they hide

Unlike her husband, she prefers to stay rather quiet, occasionally making comments on finding her lee

Only knows Lucas' and Eveline's limits, anyone else is fucked

Still ticklish, it was actually enhanced a little

Places other than her toes and soles produce more than giggles

Bumped up to a 5/10

Lucas Baker

Pre-infection

Boi is a lee-leaning switch that can't catch a break

Everyone in this house is trying to tickle him at every opportunity

Has tickled people back, but not often, other than Zoe

Him and Zoe have always had very rough and mean tickle fights

Whenever he tickled his father back, he tried to be mean, but it didn't work all that well

Actually just ended up just getting wrecked again afterwards-

Doesn't try to get his mama back though, doesn't mind it all that much from her

Gets Zoe at every chance, though

There's a 50/50 chance he'll respect limits

Ticklish everywhere, but especially his knees and waist

9/10, very ticklish boi

Post-infection

This mans lost all his fight-

Lee, mostly because his old man tuckers him out so much that he can't move for at least ten minutes

Not fully though, he still pops into the trailer to annoy his sister almost weekly

To make sure suspicion doesn't arise, tickles Eveline from time to time, still hates her

Jesus christ, he though he was ticklish enough-

Damn near screeches everywhere

Went from frantically trying to push your hand off his knee while laughing like a maniac to kicking you in the face while screaming like a banshee

He gives off major brat vibes, so that's what I'm going with

Chase him. You won't be disappointed.

It can be running through the giant house or hiding in the bayou, he loves it

Pull a Jack Baker and taunt him, he'll run faster, but also make more mistakes, like getting cornered

Those things are what makes him hate his dad so much because that's always what he does

11/10, went from very ticklish boi to *incoherent screeching*

Zoe Baker

Before Eveline

Was already a ler

Went after the whole family, too

Sneak up behind Lucas while he's doing an engineer and attack with claws to the waist

Daddy's working on the car? Well, he'd better pull down the hem of his shirt or his tickle monster of a daughter is gonna attack

Mama can't cook without checking if her daughter's around every few seconds or she'll be interrupted by a familiar set of fingers kneading her sides

Doesn't tease her parents, but Lucas, of course, gets all of it

Playfully makes fun of him for not fighting it all too much

Got her ler from her father and her lee from her mother

Not very ticklish, but more than her ma'

Hips and stomach are the worst

5/10

After Eveline, the only tickle related things that happened or changed was that she didn't interact with anyone but Lucas.

THEY'RE HERE! FINALLY!

I may or may not make one specifically for Eveline and/or Mia.

[fatoujallovv]

stay with me in heaven everyday

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

1.6k of ridiculously domestic fluff. that’s it that’s the fic

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it’s fragile in the morning hours.

the golden haze builds a comforting cocoon of time and space, surrounds the room with a blanket of warmth – the sounds soft, the shadows gentle.

it’s fragile but it’s kind, in the way a petal floats in the wind, translucent, delicate, beautiful.

eliott lies on his side, facing the window, lucas glued to his back. there’s a small arm tucked firmly around his waist, lucas’ warm, even breath tickles the back of his neck. it’s the type of morning that welcomes the glow of the rising sun right into his heart, warming him entirely. it’s a miracle, he thinks, that in all the worlds of darkness, he has found himself basking in endless light.

his mouth turns up lazily at the corners as he feels lucas’ hand release its hold. he begins to trace shapes across eliott’s back, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade as he spells out je t’aime across eliott’s spine.

“my miracle,” eliott hums as he flips over to face lucas.

“what’s that?”

“nothing, my love, just happy to be here. with you,” eliott smiles into a gentle kiss, “g’morning.”

“morning,” lucas replies, whisper soft, resuming his tracing – now along eliott’s cheekbone. he lets his eyes drift closed at the touch, lets lucas draw swirls and hearts all over his face, “how’d you sleep?”

“mmm... slept good,” eliott murmurs, an aggressive yawn bubbling to the surface.

“sure sounds like you did,” lucas chuckles.

eliott cracks open an eye to peer at his amused smile, “shut up, i’m just relaxed. you’re relaxing.”

“thanks,” lucas smiles, pulling him close, resting eliott’s very relaxed face on his chest, “you’re relaxing too, you dumb giraffe.”

eliott nestles his smile into lucas’ t-shirt, then, allowing lucas to gently play with his hair.

“feels like you’re doing live asmr with all this,” eliott giggles, “keep it up and i’m falling back asleep.”

“it’s saturday, love, it’s ok if you fall back asleep.”

“no,” eliott grumbles, peering up at lucas, “have to stay awake to see your pretty face.”

“stop that,” lucas blushes.

“s’the truth. you have the prettiest face of all the faces. i’m gonna look at you forever.”

“you aren’t so hard to look at yourself, you know.”

“no deflecting mister, time to face the facts. you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“i’m not deflecting, mister. to me, it’s you. you’re the most beautiful person in my world.”

“and you say i’m the hopeless romantic in this relationship,” eliott mumbles as he tucks his chin back into lucas’ chest.

“idiot,” lucas mumbles back.

and then silence engulfs them again. but this is the thing about mornings like these, the silence is neither harsh nor cold. it welcomes the sounds of the birds, cars, lucas’ heartbeat. it fills eliott’s heart with i love you’s and his mind with peace. he smooths the wrinkles of lucas’ shirt under his palm and smiles.

you make the silence alright. you make my mind a safer place to live.

the i love you he whispers into lucas’ collar doesn’t quite have the same weight as all the romantic sentiments swirling in his head, but it will have to do for now. lucas responds with a kiss to his forehead and a gentle i love you too, and all he wants is to live in this perfect morning forever.

—

he doesn’t recall drifting back to sleep in lucas’ arms, but the next thing he remembers is the tickle of a finger tracing down his nose, lucas’ lips following behind to press light kisses down from between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, finally landing on his lips. he rolls onto his back, pulling lucas on top of him with a wide grin.

“promise to wake me up like that for the rest of our lives?”

“hmmm, i think i might be able to make that promise,” lucas giggles, “on one condition.”

“and what is that?”

“you have to promise i’ll always fall asleep in your arms.”

“alright,” eliott beams, holding out his hand for a pinky promise, “deal.”

when lucas links their pinkies, eliott tugs on his hand to pull him into a kiss. they keep smiling and laughing and yawning into it, but it’s perfect all the same. when lucas eventually pulls back, eliott can’t help staring. the warm sunlight spills over him like a dream, his smile lights up his whole face.

“so beautiful,” eliott muses.

lucas ducks his head, bashful and utterly adorable in eliott’s expert opinion.

“thank you,” lucas whispers.

“thank you?”

“i just… you say so many sweet things like that. and you aren’t just saying them to flatter me, you say them to say them. because you want to say them. and i don’t know, i never thought i’d be loved like that. so yeah, thank you. i love you. kind of a lot actually.”

eliott can’t imagine a soul on earth that would be capable of thinking lucas is anything less than a miracle. he pulls him down into a hug, mumbles an i love you too into his hair, pressing a kiss to the blush at the top of his ear.

i love you, i love you, i love you

—

eliott’s stomach has never growled so loud in his life.

“i guess it’s time we get our lazy asses up and have some breakfast, huh?” lucas laughs.

“guess so,” eliott grumbles, stretching his arms high above his head before pulling the covers up close to his chin, entirely contradicting his sentiment of getting up.

“c’mon,” lucas coaxes, sitting up and excavating eliott’s hand from under the covers to drag him up too, “time to eat, love of my life, my dearest eliott, most beautiful and talented man in the world.”

“you’re just trying to butter me up,” eliott chuckles.

“is it working?”

“try a little harder.”

lucas rolls his eyes as eliott nestles even more into the covers.

“my spectacular boyfriend, best filmmaker in all of france, reason i carry on in this mundane life, might you please grace me with your presence for breakfast?”

“alright,” eliott feigns exasperation, “if i must, my king, keeper of my heart, love of a thousand lifetimes.”

“shut up,” lucas laughs, leaving for the kitchen.

eliott finds him gathering ingredients for blueberry muffins on the counter. eliott reaches for the fridge to find some bacon to add to the mix, but lucas swats his hand away.

“ah ah ah, lover boy, no ‘helping’ today. i want normal, edible muffins, ok?” he punctuates the last word with a sweet kiss to his cheek and a smile. eliott laughs brightly, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender to go connect his phone to the speaker instead. maybe one day he’ll get to try out blueberry-bacon muffins.

lucas puts on an apron to start mixing up the batter, and he looks absolutely adorable, so eliott decides to indulge the master baker in some more palatable background music (at least to lucas’ standards, eliott sees nothing wrong with a little edm in the morning).

he queues some things then hits play, the first notes of should i stay or should i go coming through the speaker. lucas has begun adding the blueberries to the batter, and turns his head when eliott comes up to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“thank you,” lucas beams, “some good music for once.”

eliott giggles at that, stepping back to lean against the fridge and watch lucas at work. he stirs the batter, lines and fills the muffin tin, all while singing along and dancing like an idiot. a beautiful, angelic idiot, but still.

he puts the muffins in the oven right as the song ends. he turns around as somebody to love begins to play. eliott smiles at the thrilled look on his face and holds out a hand for lucas.

“shall we dance?” he giggles as lucas takes his hand and spins under his arm.

“mmm, that sounds nice,” lucas hums, pulling eliott close and starting to sway to the beat. they rock back and forth for a while, leaning their foreheads together, until lucas can’t help but burst into song. the dance slowly morphs from slow and sweet to pure chaos. they’re just bouncing all around the apartment, screaming the lyrics to each other, one song after another. thank god they live alone now, because otherwise, mika might have come out and drop kicked them into next week. the downstairs neighbors still may have a few choice words for them, but he can’t bring himself to care.

they dance and dance and dance, running around until they barely have enough breath to sing along. and suddenly, a burning smell.

“SHIT” lucas yells, staring at the oven before whipping his head back to gape at eliott.

“did you set a timer?” eliott asks, barely concealing a giggle. lucas starts to shake his head, and they both burst out laughing. lucas rushes to the oven, doubled over, rips the muffins out as eliott cackles behind him. help! by the beatles starts blasting from the speaker, which certainly doesn’t help their laughing fit as they stare down at the charred muffins.

“i think we better go out for a nice brunch date,” lucas chuckles, pulling a muffin out and hitting the charred blob against the table, “i think these might not be edible.”

“i think we can make that happen,” eliott grins.

“c’mon, let's get you dressed, demaury,” lucas smiles, dropping the burnt muffin to grab eliott’s hand, “i’m taking you on a date.”

[nini-trash-forever]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

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Arthur Shelby

Oh, Arthur, they look just like you!    

It’s Arthur’s first time celebrating Halloween and some children trick-or-treating are dressed like the Peaky Blinders.

John Shelby

NSFW Alphabet *

Alfie Solomons

Father!Aflie Headcanon

Alfie being the best father in England, y’all can fight me.

Broken Promises and Tickling

Alfie broke a promise and now has to get on your good side.

Second Solomons

Alfie has a younger brother who has caused him too much trouble

A Baker and A Pianist

Alfie Solomons x female pianist

Polly Gray

Polly’s Younger Sister series:

Pt.1

 What if Polly had a younger sister?

Dreaming of His Little Lily

Aberama dreams of marrying the love of his life, Polly Gray.

Aberama Gold

Dreaming of His Little Lily

Aberama dreams of marrying the love of his life, Polly Gray.

Luca Changretta

Trust Issues

Reader tried to seduce Tommy Shelby to get Luca to come back to England, but ended up causing trust issues in their relationship.

Jealousy 

Luca gets jealous and protective when a drunk man in his organization insults and tries to hit on you.

[slasherkisss]

could you do lucas baker nsfw headcanons?? yr last post with him had me swooning A++

[I’m so happy you liked them!]

Lucas Baker NSFW Headcanons:

Loves to tie you up. Usually with things like chains or rope and possibly leather straps. Having you immobile and at his mercy makes him excited to play with you, running his hands on you, sometimes tickling you, and generally teasing you until you’re a mess.

Loves to get messy. He’ll incorporate blood and spit into sex if he can. He’ll lick up your body, leaving trails of drool. He’ll kiss you until you drool too. He’ll fuck you raw and then again some more until he’s sure he’s seed will dip out of your holes. Anything to leave you a mess that needs a shower afterwards is good for him.

Likes giving oral. Being able to go down on you and hike your legs over his shoulders so that he’s holding you up makes him feel strong. He’s always been told his mind and mouth could be put to better use, and he likes to think this is one of those. He’s incredibly talented with his mouth as he uses it on you, however, and can make you cum fairly fast. 

Initiates sex in weird places. In the forest is one popular one for him. On the Baker family dinner table (with the remains of humans and other monstrous meals still on the table with you). Even in his torture chamber and puzzle rooms, anywhere he can get you pinned against a surface that coats you in viscera or dirt seems to turn him on. He jut loves the extra slip it gives your body.

Always wants to cuddle afterwards. He makes sure to give the proper aftercare, usually with hugs and cuddles as your naked bodies press together. He’ll commend you for keeping up with him and kiss you, possibly even ask for a round 2. 

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hello  !   below the cut are some of my muses that i’m dying to play so if any of them tickle ur fancy or are your wanted opposites just hit the lil heart n we can plot some stuff out <333

dahlia fernandez 19 - 24, model / social media influencer - cindy kimberly.

annabelle taylor 24 - 29, helps family run chain of gyms cross country - lily james.

ivy taylor 19-24, nursing major & kind of a bitch - amalia williamson.

ainsley taylor 25-30, nurse in a big hospital  - brie larson.

veronica rossi 20 - 25, owns a diner / single mother - ariana grande.

harper ellis 19 - 24, fashion vlogger - natalia dyer / verse dependent cindy kimberly.

gia santos 20 - 25, works at a hooters / student undecided major who kinda wants to vlog  - madison beer.

alexandra bridgers 20 - 25, socialite / works with special needs children at a horse ranch - madelaine petsch.

elena cruz 28 - 33, a server at her family’s restaurant - alexandra daddario.

charlotte florentina 19 - 24, vlogger / social media influencer  - ludovica martino.

laila huang 19 - 24, aspiring singer / works at a pizza shop  - lisa manoban.

maggie adams 19 - 24, related to tristan, just inherits his money and helps around the club  - danielle campbell.

noelle chen 30 - 35, very well known fashion designer - gemma chan.

camila cortez 31 - 36, high school english teacher  - melissa fumero.

cleo ‘cj’ jansen 19 - 24, student / messy, undecided major - josefine frida pettersen.

georgie abbott 19 - 24, volunteers at a library,  journalism & psychology major  -  milena tscharntke.

roxanne brown 19 - 24, film major / takes videos of skateboarders for thrasher w zane - diamond white.

natasha wellington 19 - 24, living off her dad’s money, but she’s humble so she’s a manager at a pacsun  - nicola peltz.

daphne hughes 19-24, probably high or drunk 24/7 & a professional dancer  - haley lu richardson.

rosalie karlsson 19-24, v wealthy & a student / literature major - marilyn lima.

maxine richardson 19-24, helps manage her brothers band - abigail cowen.

yasmine gonzalez 25-30, owns a bar with her two brothers  - emeraude toubia.

nicolette gonzales 20-25, bitchy actress who doesn’t want to end up working at her siblings bar - sofia carson.

ophelia williams 20-25, model & victoria’s secret angel - sophie turner.

paisley andrews 19-24, mass communications major & blogger - thalia crawford.

carmen espinoza 19-24 rich girl with daddy issues / receptionist at moms law firm -  irene ferreiro garcia

joaquin juarez 19-24, soccer player for fc barcelona  - diego tinoco.

nikolai gervais 20-25,  world known chef - harry styles.

warren bryant 19-24, vlogger like scotty sire - nick robinson.

tristan thomas 33-38, owns a club & is the  leader of an underground shady ass gang - charlie hunnam.

dante simmons 21-26, something major / student teacher, probably fucking his professor  - keith powers.

zane bishnoi 22-27, film major / films skateboarders for thrasher w roxanne - avan jogia.

marco cruz 26-31, college dropout who now works at the apple store, alcoholic who cant stay sober  - matthew daddario.

joseph auva’a 20-25, nfl player - kj apa.

vincent gonzales 22-27, owns a bar with his brother and sister - jordan connor.

valentino gonzales 28-33, owns a bar with his brother and sister / drug dealer - peter gadiot

kaleb donahue 25-30, bachelor prince next in line for the throne - daniel sharman.

adrian karlsson 23-28, v wealthy & shady businessman kinda like don draper - bill skarsgard. 

jackson taylor 28-33, firefighter or police officer ( verse dependant ) - scott eastwood.

zachary taylor 19-24, student / music major - logan shroyer.

noah thompson 22-27, film major & just started working at warner bros - dylan o'brien.

liam moretti 45-50, carpenter / father of frankie and rex - mark ruffalo.

frankie moretti 26-31, line cook at the diner veronica owns - matthew daddario.

rex moretti 19-24, youtuber  kinda like cody ko - noah centineo.

elijah baker 32-37, special education teacher  - chris evans.

axel savea 35-39, traveling reporter  for cnn - jason momoa.

theo leblanc 21-24, nhl player on the same team as caspian - timothee chalamet.

matthias leblanc 19-24, ghost writer for major artists - maxence danet fauvel.

elliot davis 20-25, works at the music store his uncle owns / wants to start a band - bradley simpson.

jordan ali 32-37, an actor aka hollywood’s golden boy  - rami malek.

caspian brown 20-25, rich ass nhl player on the same team as theo - herman tommeraas.

maddox richardson 19-24, professional skater & in an underground band - luke hemmings.

augustus liu 19-24, in an underground band - calum hood.

milo young 25-28, drummer for a famous band - ben hardy.

diego velasquez 19-24, son of the prime minister of spain / is a big bratty asshole - benjamin wadsworth.

luca romano 20-25, owns the family car garage / mechanic - giancarlo commare.

giovanni lombardi 20-25, professional skateboarder  - ludovico tersigni.

emmett o'hare 27-32, architect who’s addicted to gambling his money away - richard madden.

nathaniel o'hare 20-25, writer who has a hard time completing his work - michel biel.

gabriel miller 30-35, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - chris hemsworth.

maxwell miller 24-29, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - liam hemsworth.

finnegan jacobs 20-25, used to play professional footie and  is now an aspiring disney animator  - harry styles.

sawyer casey 19-24, college drop out / twitch.tv streamer & pro gamer - tom holland.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

First Impression

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by CoffinLiqueur

She’d entirely expected him to respond to her invite by tearing into her like a bag of party favors - quick and dirty, rough and mindless - and that kind of whirlwind fling was a perfectly enjoyable one, particularly in the reactions she received when any wannabe hotshots looking for a “conquest” found that she liked to feast on her encounters, too, with her teeth and nails.

But how it tickled, being explored and savored.

Words: 2406, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Mioda Ibuki, Lucas Baker

Relationships: Lucas Baker/Mioda Ibuki

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, First Time, Experience Difference, Exploring One's Partner, Body Worship, Breast Worship, Pussy Worship, Hickeys, body piercings, genital piercings, Foreplay, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Licking, Biting, light sadomasochism

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[queenofcats17]

Kravitz’s Moving Castle Chpt 1

Based on this by @tuherrus

Taako had lived in New Elfington all his life, and he was bored with it. Sure, working in a bakery with his sister was the bee’s knees (it combined his two favorite pastimes of magic and baking) but he wanted a little more out of life than baking day in and day out. Lup always told him he sounded like some kind of fairytale princess when he brought up his thoughts.

“I want something more!” She’d say in an exaggerated falsetto.

“You’re the worst!” He’d retaliate by pushing her onto her bed. This’d usually escalate into a slappy fight. It was fun and all, but he felt like she wasn’t taking him seriously. He really did want more from his life than staying in New Elfington and baking. He wanted adventure, like the kind he’d read about in books when he and Lup were little. But then again, if he just left, Lup would be all alone. All they had were each other and he couldn’t just leave her. Not after everything else that had happened in their lives. He sighed as he stirred the batter for the cinnamon rolls. Lup had gone to visit her “boyfriend” at his lab, leaving Taako alone to finish the day’s orders. It wasn’t like she was ditching work, they were almost done after all. Taako could see how happy that nerd Barry made her. Things had been tense lately, and she deserved to be able to see her boyfriend. Lup didn’t deserve to suffer because of the war going on.

“We’re heading out.” One of the junior bakers said. “Do you want to come with us?”

“Nah, I’m gonna finish here.” Taako waved a hand dismissively.

“Do you want any help?” Another asked.

“Nah homies.” Taako shook his whisk. “You guys go have some fun. Y’all deserve it.” So the junior bakers left and Taako finished the cinnamon rolls. He looked out the window while the rolls baked. It was a beautiful day outside, which was probably why they were holding some kind of military parade. It was all military parades all the time these days. Taako just wanted this war to be over. He’d never been one to enjoy violence, not to mention the discourse that came with the topic of war was absolutely unbearable. Suddenly he spotted something in the rolling hills of the Wastes. A strange hodgepodge castle making its way through the area. Kravitz’s castle. There were few people who didn’t know about Kravitz the wizard. Taako didn’t put a lot of stock in the stories, because there was an urban legend for just about everything. Supposedly Kravitz was a wizard who ate the hearts of people he found attractive. Taako was pretty sure he didn’t have anything to worry about. Who would find someone like him attractive? Sure, he was aesthetically pleasing, but he hadn’t really done anything to set him apart from the other elves of New Elfington. Other than...Glamor Springs that was. He’d been cleared of all wrongdoing by the police, but he still felt like it was his fault. If he had just been nicer to Sazed, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. If he had given them a chance...He shook his head quickly. He shouldn’t be thinking about that now. That had been years ago. The oven timer dinged behind him, and he turned back to the job at hand. The cinnamon rolls came out and were frosted before being put into the boxes and stacked up for pickup the next day. With that done, he decided to set off to go visit Lup.

He hadn’t been to Barry’s lab before. Lup had given him the address when she’d first started going out with the scientist, but he’d never actually gone to that place. He left the safety of the bakery, the paper clutched tightly in his hands. He took the packed streetcar to the center of town, and began to navigate the winding sides streets and back alleys. He walked and walked and walked and walked until his feet started to hurt. All the addresses seemed to blur together. He couldn’t find the lab, no matter how he tried. As he glowered at the piece of paper in his hands, he ran into two soldiers. The two soldiers had some time off and had decided to take in the locals, maybe have a little fun. Neither of them had ever done it with an elf before.

“Hey there, you lost?” One of the soldiers asked, leaning up against the wall beside Taako.

“Nah.” Taako tried to push past the two soldiers. “I’m good, hombre.”

“Where’re you going in such a hurry?” The other soldier leaned in close. “You look thirsty. Why don’t you grab a drink with us?”

“I said I’m fine.” Taako said. “I’m going to visit my sister.” He tried once more to push past them, but the first one grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward.

“You scared ‘im.” He said to his friend. “It’s because of your mustache.”

“I think he’s cute when he’s scared.” The second soldier leered. Taako’s heart was pounding out of his chest. In this back street, there was no one there to help him. He didn’t have any weapons, and the soldiers had him in a position where he couldn’t easily fight back. He was trapped.

“There you are.” He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Taako turned slowly, and his breath caught in his throat. Standing beside him was one of the most handsome men he’d ever seen. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his skin just a few shades lighter than Taako’s. His cheekbones could cut bread. Taako almost fainted on the spot.

“Who the Hell are you?” One of the soldiers asked.

“I’m his friend.” The man said, smiling. “Now, why don’t you take a walk?” He flicked his finger and the soldiers assumed a marching stance and marched away. Neither of the soldiers knew what was going on, nor would they. They were gone before they could fully process what was happening.

“Forgive them, they didn’t mean to hurt you.” The man said. “Now, where are you going? Allow me escort you along your way.”

“That’d be pretty awesome, my man.” Taako said, grinning his gap-toothed smile. He held up the address. The man studied it for a moment, then nodded. He held Taako a little closer, slipping his arm around the elf’s waist.

“Act natural. I’m being followed.” He whispered, his breath tickling Taako’s already rather sensitive ear. “Let’s walk.” And so they started walking, Taako taking this opportunity to lean as heavily as he could on this mysterious man. Granted, the guy was suspicious as hell, and putting on the most obviously fake accent Taako had ever heard, but that didn’t matter. This guy was a dreamboat and Taako absolutely had to get his contact information. His bliss was interrupted by some very strange creatures. They were humanoid in appearance, although they appeared to be made of some kind of black goop. They were dressed in ridiculously gaudy clothing that looked straight out of Taako’s dreams. The man pulled them down another side street, away from the creatures.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to get you involved.” The man said to Taako. The creatures seemed to be pouring in from all sides, everywhere they went, every street they turned down the creatures were there. Soon they seemed to be surrounded. That was when the man did something entirely unexpected. He stopped, tensed, and then they were in the air. Taako’s eyes widened. They were...flying. They were really flying. Taako tensed up, curling into a ball.

“Straighten out your legs.” The man said. Taako obeyed. “Now start walking.” Surprisingly, he could walk almost as if they were on solid ground. It was magic. It had to be. The man was a wizard. Taako had somehow run into a wizard. But was he Kravitz? As they floated over the town, Taako discreetly studied the man for any distinguishing features that could confirm him to be Kravitz. The man wore a sharp black suit, and had a raven skull on a chain around his neck, resting easily on his red tie. Taako had heard Kravitz had a thing about ravens.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” Taako asked.

“I have many names.” The man said. “But most call me Kravitz.” Taako snorted. It was adorable how dramatic this man was.

“Kravitz, huh? Like that wizard who eats hearts?”

“The very same.” Kravitz smiled. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Of you?” Taako snorted and shook his head. “Nah.” Kravitz seemed genuinely perplexed by this answer. His brown furrowed and he looked away from Taako. The elf could see what he assumed to be Barry’s lab in the distance. It was a big wooden building with smoke billowing out the chimneys. He was surprised how quickly they had gotten over there. They reached the balcony of the lab, and Kravitz deposited Taako on the floor, perching himself on the railing.

“I’ll distract them.” He said. “But you should wait a little before going out, alright?”

“Sure.”

“Good boy.” Kravitz winked at him and jumped off the railing. Taako sighed dreamily. Well, that had certainly been an interesting first encounter, but not unpleasant. A few moments later, the door to the balcony slammed open and Lup came running out.

“Bro! Lucas said you floated down out of the sky!” She said, grabbing him by his shoulders.

“Hello to you too, Lulu.” Taako said. “No, my trip over wasn’t too bad.”

“Oh, right, sorry.” Lup put up her hands. “Hey bro. What’s up? You floated down out of the sky!”

“Uh...Do you guys want to use my office?” Lucas Miller poked his face through the doorway. “The people in the street might get freaked out.”

“Thanks Lucas.” So the siblings moved to Lucas’ office. As soon as Lup shut the door, she was back in Taako’s face, demanding to know exactly what had happened. Her brother was decently good at levitation magic, but not enough to carry himself all the way across town from the bakery to the lab.

“I might’ve met a guy~” Taako smiled slyly. “Some soldier schmucks were bothering me and this total drreamboat swooped in and saved me.”

“Did you get his name? Tell me you got his name.”

“Kravitz.”

“Wait, like THE Kravitz?” Lup’s eyes widened. “The one who eats guys’ hearts?”

“I thought he ate girls’ hearts too.” As Taako spoke, he realized he didn’t want to be having this conversation. It wasn’t like he was ever going to see that gorgeous hunk of man meat again. Kravitz was some big important wizard guy who had places to be and people to see. There was a war going on after all, so Kravitz was probably right in the middle of it. He’d probably forget Taako within the day.  

“Nah, bro, he’s gay as hell.” Lup said. “But seriously! You met THE Kravitz! And he didn’t eat your heart! Must’ve been love at first sight or something.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taako shrugged a little. “He probably only goes after guys who are more accomplished. Who have stuff to offer, y’know. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Taako.” Lup’s ears drooped. “Don’t say stuff like that. I know I give you a hard time about your whole ‘I want more’ thing, but if you really feel that way you should go follow your dreams.”

“I can’t just leave you.” Taako said.

“Bro,” Lup put her hands on her brother’s shoulders. “Things aren’t like when we were kids. I’ll be okay if you want to go out and live your dreams. Don’t put my happiness above yours. Okay?” She smiled and pinched his cheek.

“Okay.” Taako rubbed his cheek and smiled back. “I should probably get back to the bakery now. Gotta get the rest of the stuff packaged up.”

“Stay safe. I hear the Witches of Wonderland are in the area.”

“The Witches of Wonderland?” Taako frowned.

“Those weird siblings who live in the Wastes.” Lup explained. “The ones Magnus went after.”

“Oh.” Taako’s face fell. He remembered them. A friend of theirs, Magnus, had gone looking for Wonderland a few years earlier, about the time the war had started. He hadn’t come back, leading most everyone to assume he was dead. Lup and Taako had never given up hope though. Someone like Magnus couldn’t just have died....He couldn’t have.

“Anyway, be careful.” Lup said. “And if you see that wizard again, get some.” Taako rolled his eyes and left with a small smile. He made his way through the streets, careful not to run into the soldiers he’d met before. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. Unfortunately, someone else was waiting for him when he returned to the bakery. He entered, locking the door behind him before going to package the other pastries. Suddenly he heard the door open.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” He said, turning to face his visitors. It was a man and a woman, maybe a little older than Taako himself, dressed in black clothing that almost looked oily and malleable. Their skin was a sickly green, as if a contagion flowed through their veins. They had obviously been elves at one point, judging from their ears and level of beauty, but Taako wasn’t entirely sure what they were now.

“What a cute little bakery.” The woman said to her companion, as though Taako wasn’t even there. “It’s so quaint and homely~”

“Just the kind of place Keetz would like.” The man replied.

“What a cute little elf.” The woman glided over, inclining Taako’s face towards hers with one hand. Taako immediately recoiled.

“We’re closed.” He said again. “You guys gotta leave.”

“So unfriendly.” The man said. “Where’s all that charm you showed Keetz? Or are we not your type?”

“Look, I don’t know who Keetz is, but I really need to close up shop.” Taako snapped, feeling his cheeks redden. “So if y’all would just move along that would be great.”

“He’s so rude.” The woman turned to her companion. “What do you think we should do about that?” Her tone of voice scared Taako a little bit, and he was struck with the feeling that he had just angered some people he really shouldn’t have.

“.....You’re the Witches of Wonderland, aren’t you?” He asked in a low voice.

“Oooh! He’s clever!” The man said.

“My name is Lydia!” The woman announced. “And this is my brother Edward.” Lydia and Edward. The people who had taken one of his best friends from him. Taako’s hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Well....” Lydia tapped one shapely finger on her chin. “There are so many things we could take from you.”

“Your ability to cook, to speak, your memories of those you love.” Edward listed the things off on his fingers. “But I think the best thing to take would be...”

“Your beauty.” Lydia finished. “Elves are known for beauty, aren’t they? Taking that away from you would be, well it would be quite awful, wouldn’t it?” Before Taako could answer, the siblings seemed to pass through him. He felt cold as they phased through his body, every hair standing up. Then the twins were at the door.

“Bye bye little elf.” Edward said.

“And do give our regards to Keetz when you see him.” Lydia blew him a kiss. They slipped out the door and were gone. Taako stood where he was for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down. His heart pounded against his chest, and for a moment he thought it might pound out of his chest. Finally he managed to get himself under control and went up to his room to check out the damage. Taako didn’t consider himself to be a vain person, who did, but being an elf came with certain...y’know...standards. Elves were hella judgemental, and even looking plain was considered to be taboo. Appearances were practically everything to elves and those...those bastards knew it! Taako glowered at his reflection on the mirror. His lips were far less plump, his skin not as soft, his hair limper and less fluffy. Even his ears were droopy. He groaned, falling onto the bed facefirst. Okay, well, it looked like he was going to be seeing Kravitz after all. He was now cursed, he could feel it crawling all over his skin, and if anyone could break it, it was Kravitz.

“Bro? You still up?” He heard Lup enter the bakery downstairs. “I’m assuming the answer’s yes because the lights are still on.”

“I’m upstairs!” He yelled. There was a click as the lights were turned off and Lup ascended the stairs up to Taako’s room.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, opening the door.

“Yes.”

“What is it?” She immediately ran to his side, rolling him over. She frowned when she saw his face and pulled back for a moment.

“The Witches of Wonderland came in here.” Taako said. “I’m cursed now, Lulu.”

“Don’t call me that.” She said, almost out of habit. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” Taako asked. “I’m gonna go find Kravitz.” Lup blinked and nodded slowly.

“Okay. Yeah. I guess that’s a good idea.” She said. “It is a little dangerous though. You could run into the Witches again. What were they like anyway?”

“They seemed kinda like they were going for the creepy twin thing, maybe trying a little too hard.” Taako waved a hand a tad dismissively. “They were pretty fucking weird, y’know?”

“I would expect nothing less.” Lup nodded appreciatively. “We could totally out-twin them though.”

“Totally.” Taako yawned. “I’m...I’m gonna go to bed now. Gotta be up early tomorrow to find Krav’s castle.”

“Okay.” Lup got up. “Remember, be safe. I want you to come back, eventually.” Taako nodded and curled up in a ball to sleep.

The next morning, Taako packed a little rucksack with food, some clothes, and a spare wand. He put on his travelling clothes, which were by far the plainest thing he owned, and his travelling hat. He refused to look in a mirror, not wanting to see himself again. As he was leaving, Lup pressed her umbrastaff into his hands.

“Take it.” She said. “You’re gonna need it more than me.”

“Thanks.” He hooked the staff in the crook of his arm. “Well....This is it.” Lup put her hands on Taako’s shoulders, looking very serious.

“You find that guy and you climb him like a tree.”

“Curse first.” Taako said. “Then I’ll get some.”

“Right. Of course.” She opened the door for him. He took a deep breath and set out. He kept his head down, his hat pulled low over his face. No one looked his way because of all the soldiers and parades around. No one cared about a single elf making his way through the streets. It took him the entire day to get out of the city, which left him far too much time to think about what he was doing. Part of him was excited to finally be going out and going on an adventure, while another part was absolutely terrified. He was going after a wizard who supposedly ate people’s hearts after being cursed by some of the most dangerous witches this side of the country.

“I’m too delicate for this.” He said to himself as he reached the edge of the town. Once he got there he hitched a ride on a wagon that could take him into the Wastes.

“You want to go into the Wastes?” The smaller of the two women asked. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“He probably has his reasons, Hurley.” The taller woman said. “Although I agree, it’s a bad idea.”

“I’m just looking for a friend of mine.” Taako said, trying his best to act cool.

“You’re crazy for wanting to go out there right now.” The taller woman shook her head. “The Witches just came by the other day. You do not want to run into them.”

“Sloane! You’re gonna scare him!” Hurley shoved her girlfriend gently.

“Look, I’ll give you 100 gold pieces to take me to the Wastes.” Taako held out a bag of money. “Please, I need to find him.” Sloane and Hurley exchanged a look, their brows furrowed. Finally, they gestured for him to get on the cart. He sat in the back, right behind most of the hay. It was a pretty bumpy ride, which was more than a little uncomfortable, but he had to get to Kravitz no matter what. Not only to break his curse, but to find out what happened to Magnus.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hurley asked when they got to their destination.

“We can still take you back to town.” Sloane said.

“Thanks, but this is something I have to do.” Taako said. Then he got his bags and set off into the wilderness. Sloane and Hurley watched him go before unloading their shipment and heading back to the city. The going in the Wastes was tough. The terrain was rocky and steep, and Taako was not made for hiking. He needed a walking stick or something. Grumbling to himself, he looked around for a long stick to use. He saw one sticking out of a bush to the side of the road.

“Perfect!” He ran over and started pulling. At first, the stick wouldn’t budge. It was in there pretty tightly. Taako stood back, breathing heavily. Okay. This was going to require a little more effort. He spat on his hands, rubbed them together, then jumped onto the stick. Taako hit the ground and the stick careened out of the bush, going flying.  As it turned out, the stick wasn’t a stick at all, but the base of a scarecrow. The scarecrow was big, taller than Taako and much broader. It was wooden, looking a little like the store mannequins in town. It wore a white cape and had a scar where its left eye would have been.

“Hey there big guy.” Taako laughed a little. “What were you doing in there?” The scarecrow just jumped up and down, acting like it was rather excited to see him. So it was a magic scarecrow. It reminded him a little bit of Magnus, honestly.

“Hey, you think you could help me find Kravitz’s castle?” He asked. “I kinda need to find that guy. Bounce once for yes, two for no.” The scarecrow bounced once, then started bouncing away. Taako scrambled up and followed as best he could. The scarecrow hopped pretty fast, obviously eager to help.

“Slow down, big guy!” Taako yelled. “My legs aren’t as long as yours!” The scarecrow stopped and turned, hopping in place until Taako caught up then hopping away again. This pattern continued until they entered a dense fog. That was when the scarecrow stopped. He hopped in place, Taako standing beside him.

“What’re we waiting for?” He stage whispered. The scarecrow hopped, almost seeming to point deeper into the fog. Taako strained his eyes, managing to make out an outline in the fog. Soon though he didn’t have to squint. A hulking shape lunged out of the fog. It was a large building held up on four mechanical legs. It wasn’t so much a castle as something that a child might have cobbled together with various parts of other different buildings. Taako’s heart began to pound. This was it. The castle stopped right in front of him, the door inches from him. The scarecrow motioned to it.

“I guess this is it.” Taako looked back at the scarecrow. “Thanks for everything, buddy. Hope I’ll be seeing you again.” Then he opened the door and went inside. The room he entered was dimly lit by a fire burning in an ornate fireplace. Books and magical artifacts were crammed into every single possible shelf, but the room was surprisingly neat and clean. Taako looked around, checking every possible nook and cranny for someone else. Once he was sure he was alone, he sat down in front of the fire, completely worn out.

“Who are you?” A woman’s voice came from somewhere Taako couldn’t quite place. Then he looked at the fire before him. A woman’s face flickered in the flames.

“Oh. Hey.” Taako blinked and looked down at the fire. “Name’s Taako Taaco. Who’re you?”

“I’m Raven.” The fire said. “I’m a demon. And you have a nasty curse on you. You come here to get Kravitz to take it off ya?” She seemed rather smug. It probably wasn’t the first time someone had come to the castle hoping to get a spell removed.

“Yep.” There was no use in lying to her.

“Okay.” Raven grinned. “Well, I’ll put in a good word for you. But in exchange, you have to help me sort out the curse that’s on Kravitz and I.” Taako frowned. Kravitz had a curse on him? And this lady, or demon, wanted him to fix it?

“How am I supposed to do that?” He asked.

“You’ve got a lot of magical power, kid.” Raven said shrugging her nonexistent shoulders. “I have no doubt that you can do it. Now, you should get some sleep now. I’m sure you’ve had a long day and you need a break. You can talk to Kravitz in the morning.”

“Mm.” Taako was already dozing off. As he slipped off into sleep, he wondered whether or not Kravitz would be excited to see him again. He was certainly looking forward to their meeting.

[clary-jace]

Riley and Lucas making cookies together super fluffy and cute

a/n: thank you so so much for this prompt anon! again, sorry it took so long to get to. i’m trying to crank these out as quickly as i can. also, this might not have been exactly what you were looking for, but it’s still super fluffy and involves baking, so hopefully you still enjoy! 

word count: 1,350

“Lucas Friar, I swear if I see you grab one more of those cookies….” Riley scolded, slapping her boyfriend’s hand away from the cookie cooling rack, which currently held almost two dozen sugar cookies, that were waiting to be frosted. Lucas held his hands up in surrender, but not before placing a cookie into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes, before shaking her head and directing her attention back to the batter that she was mixing.

“I thought that you said I could help, you’re not letting me do anything.” He practically pouted and she raised her eyebrow at him.

“That’s because all you were doing is eating the batter!” She exclaimed, turning around to look at him, he merely smirked, taking another bite of the cookie in his hand. “And now all you’re doing is eating the cookies.”

“It’s not my fault you’re such a good baker, Ri.” Lucas said, strolling around the kitchen counter, and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Flattery will not get you any more cookies.” She said, sending him a smirk. He frowned, eyeing the batter she was mixing, biting his bottom lip. “If you promise not to eat anymore batter you can help.” She said, raising her eyebrow. “I promised Holly that I would make all the cookies for tomorrow’s party and I still have another batch I have to make, so you really can’t eat anymore of them.”

“Fine, fine. Just tell me what you need me to do.” For the next fifteen minutes, Riley gave Lucas all the directions that he needed to get started on the last batch that she needed to make, while she finished the one she had started and started frosting the ones that were already done. Luckily, Lucas seemed to understand everything she was saying and soon enough to were standing side by side at their small kitchen counter, each with a bowl of batter in front of them.

“Riley…how much sugar was I supposed to put in this?” Lucas’ tone made her nervous and as soon as she looked in his bowl, her mouth fell open. Somehow, Lucas had managed to get what seemed to be an entire bag of sugar into his mixture and was now looking at her with a sheepish grin on his face.

“How is that you can make dinner for my entire family, but can’t make one batch of cookies?” She asked, and she had a point. Lucas wasn’t bad in the kitchen, not in the slightest, but for some reason as soon as he was baking, rather than cooking, he was nearly hopeless. “You are absolutely hopeless sometimes.” She said with a small laugh, shaking her head in near disbelief.

“Yeah, but at least I’m cute, right?” He asked, a small smirk playing on his lips. He looked at her for a moment, and held her gaze before looking down at the floor. “Sorry, Ri. Maybe I shouldn’t have offered to help.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, and she sighed.

“It’s alright.” She said, taking a step towards him, almost as if she was going to hug him, and he leaned into her almost immediately. This ended up playing in her favor, because as soon as he was close enough, she took the egg she had hid in her hand and smashed it right on his head. It took him a minute to register what had actually just happened, his mouth open slightly in shock.

When he finally fully realized what she had done, he cocked his head slightly, flicking various pieces of the egg from his hair, his face unreadable. She didn’t regret what she did, but the more unreadable he was, the more nervous she became for what his retaliation was going to be. Finally, he seemed satisfied with how much of the egg he had removed from his hair and face, before sending a small smirk in her direction.

“Oh you are so going to pay for that.” Was all he said, before grabbing a handful of flour from the counter and tossing it in her direction. She gasped, coughing when some of it landed in her mouth. When she looked at him again, he looked extremely pleased with himself, but also prepared to retaliate. She knew this was now war.

Grabbing the closest thing to her, which happened to be the bowl of batter she had been mixing, she didn’t hesitate to ball it up in her hand and start throwing it at him. He didn’t immediately fight back, instead grabbing a baking pan and holding in front of him as a shield. She knew that this was a waste, and that she had gotten on Lucas’ case about wasting batter and supplies, but she hardly cared. This was much funner than baking cookies anyway.

“You are so going down, Matthews.” Lucas said, looking at her over the pan, an egg in his head. She smirked, shaking her head.

“In your dreams, Friar.” In a move that she would later regret, she looked down at the ground briefly, making sure that she wasn’t going to slip in any of the spilled ingredients. In the seconds that she wasn’t paying attention, Lucas dropped the pan to the floor in a clatter, and grabbed her waist, smashing the egg in his head on the crown of her head.

She squirmed in his arms, the bowl falling from her hands. His arm only tightened it’s grip around her, and he used his free hand to tickle her ribs. She nearly squealed, kicking her feet from the ground.

“Lucas!” She exclaimed, his name came out slightly strangled and muffled, due to the laughter that escaped her lips at the same time. Before she could make any kind of action, Lucas released another handful of flour onto her hand.

“Are you surrendering?” His voice was low right next to her ear, and she could see another egg sitting right in reach of her arms, if only she could break free of his grasp. She squirmed again, and he tightened his hold once more. His fingers tickled her side once more and she giggled, trying to will herself to break free from his hold.

“Wait!” Her voice was firm and she felt Lucas’ arm lighten it’s hold on her waist. “I, um, lost my contact.” She said, nearly cringing at the excuse that she had come up with, but she still attempted to wriggle her way to grab the egg off the counter.

“Oh no no, that might have worked when we were in middle school, but I know for a fact that you don’t need contacts, and I also know for a fact that you’re trying to grab that egg off the counter.” She gasped, squirmed in his arms once more.

“You’ve underestimated me, Lucas.” She said, her voice sickly sweet and while she wasn’t able to see his face, she could practically see the confusion written all over it. In a move that she’s sure Maya would have been proud of, she maneuvered herself in his arms, grabbing the other mixing bowl from the counter, that was full of unmixed eggs, flour and sugar and dumped the entire contents over Lucas’ head. His arm fell from her waist almost immediately, and she broke free, and eyed him, trying not to laugh so hard when he removed the bow from his head, egg and sugar sticking to his hair, as flour decorated his shoulders.

“This is so far from over.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips and before she could register exactly what was happening, she was bolting out of the kitchen and into the living room, trying to escape the revenge that was no doubt coming her way. The minute that he tackled her on the couch, nuzzling his egg and sugar covered head against her shirt, she knew that their cookie baking adventure was very much over.

Needless to say, Riley didn’t bring nearly the amount of cookies that she had initially promised, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

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I got an idea yesterday for a (maybe) interesting idea for a Lucas fic which I'm thinking about writing (or if u want to) and want a second opinion to see if it would be any good from a fellow dumpster diver xD. An AU where Lucas is like a Mr Robot type hacker character who works digging up dirt on people and he becomes obsessed with the OC (yandere style) when he finds out shes into all this kinky shit from her internet activity. Idk I'm still brainstorming. Think anybody would be interested?

This has to be done! Hell, I think it could even work in universe if someone wanted it to. If your not up to writing it, and no one else is tickled by this idea, then I’m going to put it on my list.

I’ve never seen Mr. Robot, though (but I was just remarking about how much I love Rami Malek and how I needed to watch it at some point).

I can totally see Lucas jerking off to the OC’s internet history as depraved scenarios run through his head. And an obsession by Lucas Baker is ripe for insanity.

Anyone else wanna see this?

[themightycancerian]

Your fic is the best! Mind if I picked your brain about any HCs you might have? Or thoughts on the characters of RE7? And will we possibly be seeing any of the other characters in your fic?

I don’t mind at all! But prepare yourself! I have a shit ton XD

Headcanons:

Baker Family

Playing the game, there was a picture of Jack Baker in uniform and it looks like he was in the Marines. He might have been a lieutenant or captain. Which is why I think he is such a hard ass. Especially towards Lucas because he is the first born and a male. The old school “male is the head of the household” kinda thing. So he puts more responsibility on Lucas.

Since Jack was a military man, I feel like the family moved around a lot. I see Marguerite is originally from Dulvey, Louisiana so that is why they eventually settled there. Since it was a ranch, I feel like Jack wants to make Marguerite happy because he made her move around a lot.

That’s why I can see Marguerite was the only one to take Lucas to the head doctor because Jack was away. It’s also why I see Lucas being a mama’s boy whereas Zoe is totally a daddy’s girl.

Lucas and Zoe are two years apart which gives the right age for them to share a room. Which pissed off Lucas because he wanted his own space.

Zoe would always get Lucas in trouble because that’s what younger siblings do. Like if Lucas cussed she would tattle. Lucas would be all “son of a bitch” and Zoe would run to Jack and be all “Lucas said son of a bitch!”. Then Jack would yell at Lucas for using that kinda of language in the house while Zoe would look from the corner with a smile on her face. I also see when they get older, Lucas would say “Goddamn it” and Jack would be like “You don’t use that fucking language in my house boy!”.

If Zoe and Lucas got in a fight, I can see Zoe being able to take down Lucas. Which of course pisses Jack off because Lucas should be able to take down a girl. Also, Marguerite makes Zoe and Lucas sit down in front of each and forces them to stare at each other. If one looks away, they get slapped with a hickory stick. After Marguerite thinks they had enough she makes them apologize and hug it out. Which of course they do, but they whisper threats into each other ears.

Lucas looks like he doesn’t fucking sleep but 2 hours every three days. He lives and breaths energy drinks. He lives off snacks and microwavable food. If it’s not microwavable, he can’t eat it. He also doesn’t think about his hygiene.

Zoe is allergic to peanuts.

Even though Zoe and Lucas were at each other’s throats, they would tell each other shit they would never tell their parents. I feel like Zoe is a lesbian and she would tell Lucas and he would be all “nah shit Zoe”.

They would leave post-it notes for each other

They would barter for food. If Zoe wouldn’t give him anyway food, Lucas would tickle the shit out of her until she would give up or he would steal it.

The Sewer Gator Crew

They are all roommates. Andre and Pete knew each other before Clancy (obviously).

Clancy (especially him) and Andre smoke the reefer. They have code words when they are in public like “Is Reggie coming over and does he needs some stationary?”

Pete is a high-functioning alcoholic with a toddy (my Uncle calls Jack and Coke a toddy) always in his hand. He has two cats named Princess (female) and Trevor (male)

Andre hates the cats because he is a dog lover. He has a wiener dog named Bitty but calls her Itty Bitty.

Clancy loves music and anything to do with photography. He leans more towards dogs but he doesn’t mind having cats around.

Andre is the one that is basically the mom of the group. He gets the food and makes sure the house is in somewhat decent shape. He is also the one who cooks them meals. If he doesn’t, they get take out. Clancy helps out more than Pete.

Clancy and Andre watch the shit out of Rick and Morty.

Pete has temper tantrums and makes Andre clean the litter box even though the cats are his. He is terrified of spiders.

The Winters Family

Ethan and Mia either met in high school or college.

I feel like Mia only took the “babysitting” job because she was bored of the mundane life her and Ethan had.

Ethan seems to be one of those mild-mannered 9 to 5 kind of guys who was in bed by 9 pm. He sits in a cubicle all day.

They live in a gated community. Ethan wants to have kids and Mia is all for it….when they have enough to afford some.

Other Characters in my fic:

I do plan on having more characters like Jack and possibly Ethan eventually but I’m not sure yet. I just need to work them into the story. I try to think when it is the best possible time to bring them in.

[residentevilprompts]

Lucas Baker x Reader- Monster

The hell is going on?

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“S’just weird, y’know?” Lucas grumbled. You nodded along as he struggled to lift your suitcase off the conveyor belt. You had tried helping him earlier, but Lucas was too stubborn and assured you that he could get the bags himself. “My folks have always been rather touchey-feely when it came to me and Zoe. I don’t understand why they’d just suddenly stop all contact with me when I started college,” he complained.

“Maybe something came up?” You tried to assure him. “Didn’t you say that the internet connection sucked at your house? It could be that the connection has been cut off and your parents have been too busy to fix it.” 

Lucas shrugged.

“Possibly. It’d be nice to know they’re not dead, though.”

You frowned, grabbing the suitcase’s handle and hauling it over the metal bar. Lucas had never really been a man of physical strength. Lucas had never really been a man of anything except technology and pranks.

“Hey, why don’t we get all our stuff together and head to your parents’ house?” You smiled softly and nudged him, “Then you can rant to your parents about how they should call you more often. Maybe throw a prank in there.” 

Lucas tried to keep his grumpy facade up but the grin tugging at his lips said otherwise. “Where’s that gorgeous smile that I adore so much?” You taunted, chuckling as Lucas glared at you due to your playful act.

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly. I think I’m quite the catch,” you joked and laid the final suitcase on the bag-carrier. “Now, let’s hurry and catch a cab before it’s too late! I don’t want to miss your mum’s legendary ‘bug stew’ made from beef and carrots.”

Lucas growled and trapped your smaller body in his arms. He shifted his face close to yours, snarling at you cheekily, “That was one time. Why do I tell you these things if you’re just going to use them as weaknesses against me?” 

You silenced him with a quick kiss.

“Come on, Mr ‘I’m-so-scary’. Like I said before, we need to catch a cab to the swamp or else we’ll be stuck at a hotel for the night,” you elaborated. “And I’m not going through the same thing that happened yesterday.”

Lucas snickered at your displeased features.

“Alright, it’s not like you’d get an extra night with me. Alone.” He taunted, smirking when a blush spread across your cheeks. You pushed him in return, using your hoodie as a shield when Lucas used his height as an advantage and began tickling your sides.

“St-o-oop!” 

A few people turned around at the sound of your laughter, one or two older couples smiling at the pair of you, possibly reliving past memories as you and Lucas prodded one another. The two of you continued for another five minutes until you both calmed down, Lucas having to keep you up straight from the lack of air drifting into your lungs.

He giggled and poked your cheek, “Alright, alright. Let’s go get a cab, I’m sure ma won’t mind us arriving a little late. Dad’s probably waiting impatiently for her to serve the food~”

Rolling your eyes, you moved from Lucas’ grip and began pushing the luggage towards the exit. “Sounds like you whenever I visit your dorm,” you noted. It wasn’t uncommon that you would end up having to make sure Lucas ate dinner because he was so immersed in a new project.

“But you do it cause you love meee~” He threw his arms over your shoulders, much to your annoyance.

Your boyfriend was such a dork.

“Mm-hmm, whatever you say.” Lucas turned towards you and you immediately wished that you hadn’t said that. It was now his mission to have you admit your undying love for him, a mission so important that Lucas continued to pester you all the way back to his parents’ swamp and only giving you a break when the cab driver asked for directions.

“You love me, it’s so obvious.” 

You flicked Lucas’ nose. 

“Maybe I’m dating you for the money you’ll earn in the future, ever think of that?” Lucas seemed surprised at your reply, an unsettling grin stretching across his features.

“But that means you’re planning to stick with me,” he pointed out. “You said the future, which suggests that a certain someone doesn’t want to leave her boyfriend. You’re stuck with me~”

“Woe be me! I am stuck with a wonderful boyfriend that pranks me nonstop for the rest of eternity.” You smooshed against Lucas’ side whilst pressing the back of your hand against your forehead in a Shakespearian fashion. “How will I live?”

Lucas chortled at your dramatics, his eyes flooding with the familiar mirth that always seemed to be present in his mind. He opened his mouth to reply but stopped short when the cabbie slammed on the breaks. The two of you lurched forward, the seatbelt cutting into your neck and winding you. 

“Hey! What the hell, man?” Your boyfriend scowled at the man through his front mirror, the cabbie obviously a little sheepish at his previous actions. He apologised nervously and you wondered what caused him to stop so suddenly. Turning to look out the window, your heart dropped.

This was Lucas’ house, but it looked far different from the photos he had shown you. The wooden home was greyed and seemed to lack any care for maintenance. The pillars were crumbling and jagged. You tugged at Lucas’ jacket, causing your boyfriend to turn away from his argument with the cabbie and to look out the window.

You watched as the anger in his eyes turned to shock. 

The swamp seemed to swallow up some parts of the land and the trees caused the scene to have a somewhat dreary effect. 

“What in the fuck happened?” Lucas stumbled out of the car and slowed his pace as he approached the wooden structure. You apologised to the cabbie and asked him to wait, you were only going to be a minute.

“Lucas, maybe the cabbie got your directions wrong? He could have taken a wron-?” You were cut short by Lucas shaking his head.

“No, we’re at the right place.” He approached the door cautiously, tugging on the handle. You were surprised when it swung open. “C’mon, we need to find Dad,” he elucidated and strode confidently into the crumbling architecture. You watched him uncertainly and found yourself falling to peer pressure.

Sending the cab driver a quick ‘one-moment’ signal, you ran to catch up with Lucas.

Stepping through the door, you yelped as it swung shut and hit you from behind. You frowned at the suddenness and scanned the door over. Nothing seemed out of place.

“_____?” You jogged towards Lucas’ voice, not bothering to investigate the door further. It sounded like he was upstairs, so you strode up the stairs and found him standing on the landing. In front of him sat an old woman in a wheelchair.

“Lucas, you never mentioned having a grandmother!” You smiled warmly towards the old woman, her eyes unblinking and watching you through a bleary gaze.  Lucas grabbed your wrist, his eyes wide and somewhat frantic. Through clenched teeth, he whispered quietly ‘I don’t have any grandparents’ and slowly began pulling you towards the door to his left. The old woman made no signs of moving as Lucas and you backed away from her. She blinked slowly and that’s when you chose to close the door.

“Lucas-?” You turned towards your boyfriend and a lump form in your throat. Behind the tall man stood a 7ft monster made out of what looked like sludge. You could feel the blood drain from your face as it rose an arm and swung it towards the back of Lucas’ head.

“Lucas!” You shoved the man out of harm's way, causing the pair of you to hit the opposing wall. The monster seemed to grunt in frustration, raising its arm in an attempt to injure the pair of you again.

“Fuck!” Lucas ducked beneath the monster’s claw, dragging you down with him. The sharp-toothed creature seemed to teeter from the amount of weight it had thrown into the punch. Lucas and you took its moment of weakness to your advantage, Lucas pulling you out onto the balcony and towards his father’s study. He made sure to bolt the door behind him.

“What the hell was that?!” 

You took a moment to calm your beating heart and pressed back against a nearby wall. You needed to calm down. Take a deep breath. You did so and felt your mind clear. Looking over to Lucas, the man seemed to be doing the exact opposite. He was bent over, his hands clenching and unclenching the fabric of his jeans, his breath short and panicked.

Your eyes widened.

Had Lucas taken his medicine?

“Lucas! Lucas, look at me,” you approached the man carefully. When he made no move to that opposed your presence, you traced his jaw slowly and lifted his face so that his eyes would meet your own.

“Breathe.”

He seemed confused like he didn’t recognise you, then he nodded and followed your instructions. Lucas’ panic attacks weren’t a very common occurrence, but you had taken a few classes in case you were ever around when he slipped into one.

You waited patiently until his breathing had finally evened out and ran a hand over his back, giving him a little physical contact to ease him back to reality. Lucas wasn’t really one for physical contact when it came to his attacks, but it helped to ease him back down from his panicked state.

“Are you alright now?”

He nodded.

“Need a hug?”

Hesitant nod.

Drawing the tall man closer, you let him rest his face in the crook of your neck and hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist. Lucas remained still and took deep breaths, letting your scent calm him.

Pulling away, he smiled weakly, which made you send a supportive smile back. The hooded adult took another breath and his usual grin settled across his smugass face.

Now, to figure out what was going on.

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For Anon! :)

[angelmarya24]

Here is the end of “She’s Mine to Protect”! I’ve surprised myself by actually finishing it AND creating what I think is a good little story to waste your time with...I’ve had a good time writing about the oddly cute relationship of Lucas and Chrys and I’ll probably go through it all again and edit it in depth in case I pulled a Me and missed a spelling error or want to add more detail into it, but for now c’est fini!

If you haven’t read it yet, go ahead, read it and let me know if it sucks or not (which it probably does but hey, it was a story I needed to put onto paper...or a computer

Thanks from the hearts of my bottom (Barbie of Swan Lake reference) to all who’ve taken the time to read it! It tickles me to see so many read counts on it:) You’re all amazing!

(You can stop reading here if you’re already bored of me)

Just for a little side note that doesn’t really matter to the story but in my original world with Chrys and Lucas there are a bunch of fandoms mashed together; it’s a whole universe I’ve been forming inside my little noggin for probably almost ten years now.Originally, in Chrys’ family alone, her father Sam is actually the Slenderman and her brother Jonathan is actually named Baelfire (after the OUAT character) and he’s actually the humanoid version of SCP 682; Jonathan is actually his middle name. There are a bunch of other characters like Jeff the Killer who was Chrys’ first husband in the story and Loki who was her second husband before “dying” and her returning home to find Lucas again. I was gonna change Thorin and Kili’s names to something more tame but then I decided what the hell! Why not?

I’ll post the final chapter later on wattpad if that’s more your piece of cake:)

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

In a Round

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TyNPjL

by Coffin Liqueur (HP_Lovecats)

She doesn't... think he'll mind if she takes a little bit to return all the stuff he said.

The fact that she's lucky, too, is the kind of sentiment, she thinks, that needs a song.

Words: 1121, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Mioda Ibuki, Lucas Baker

Relationships: Lucas Baker/Mioda Ibuki

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Relationship Study, Character Study, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, with a Touch of Bittersweet, Romance on the Great Pacific Garbage Patch of Misfit Toys, Tickle Fights, Pillow Fights, Some Vaguely Suggestive Themes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TyNPjL

[residentevilprompts]

RE7 x Child!Reader- Mommy?

Next time, go to the park.

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Tears streamed from your eyes, your hands and legs covered in mud from the dark surroundings. There were cuts and scrapes all over your skin, some new and others old. The worn plasters on older scars were stained from the murky water and were beginning to peel off. Your shoes were in a familiar state. With each step cold water seeped through your soles and into your white socks, causing the balls of your feet to be uncomfortable and sore.

“Mommy?” You cried out, hoping to hear the familiar voice of your mother in return. The two of you had gone on a trip to the Bakers’ swamp for some of her research- a crashed ship, apparently. She had promised an exciting day of exploring, even going as far as to pack a picnic and extra bits and pieces for you to play with. 

Your mommy was the best.

“Mumma?” You peered over a large piece of metal in search for her familiar face. When there came no reply, you tried to heave yourself up onto the metal, your soaked trainers making it a little more difficult than need be. The jagged pieces tore your shirt, leaving a small cut present on your stomach. 

You winced.

“I wanna go home!” The loud exclamation echoed around you, causing your frail body to curl in on itself. You didn’t like it here. It was fun when your mom had been with you, but it was scary by yourself.

You could feel your eyes growing sore from the tears. Rubbing the drying trails, you jumped off the metal piece and onto the muddy ground. The sudden rise of water around your waist caused a shrill shriek to rise from your small form. In your tearful state, it hadn’t occurred to you that the ‘ground’ was swamp water covered in layers of black moss and dirt. The plantation that had grown over the liquid wrapped around your limbs during your struggle, the tight vines seeming to drag you further towards the bottom. Your head was swimming, the polluted water flooding your lungs at an alarming rate.

“Help! Please!” More hot tears cascaded down your cheeks, the water dribbling down your chin as you spat it out repeatedly. “Mommy!” You sobbed, your arms gradually tiring. The black moss surrounding your body continued to drag you down, seeming to have a mind of its own. The water flooded over your head and you felt the last bit of oxygen escape your lungs.

“Who are you?”

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“Stupid, kid. Making me care for some other fucking kid.” 

Something soft dragged across your arm, the material tickling your skin softly as gentle murmuring caused you to wake. Through bleary eyes, you noticed a tall figure sitting next to the bed you lay upon. They appeared to be holding a bucket of rags and seemed to have a scowl etched into their skin.

“Oi, if you’re awake, you can dry yourself,” the figure growled in your direction. You timidly lifted your eyes in reply and turned to face them. It seemed that they were a man, taller than you or your mom, with large eyes and a balding head of hair. They sat back as you rose from the bed, your legs dangling off the edge.

“Where’s my mommy?” 

The man snorted.

“How should I know?”

You shrugged, letting the tall man scan you over as he stood from a wooden chair. He threw the towel onto your head. It landed heavily on your face, causing you to release a small ‘oof!’ from the impact. “Dry yourself and stay in here. Eveline’ll come find you at some point,” the man explained roughly. He began to leave the room, your eyes watching him walk away, wearily. 

“Can you stay? I don’t wanna be by myself,” you asked, your eyes begging for the man to stay. “What’s your name? My name’s _____!” You tried to continue the conversation as the man groaned, his hands running down the sides of his face.

“Fine.” He begrudgingly sat himself down next to you. “I’m only doing this cause Eveline will have my butt if I don’t,” he shrugged. “And I’m Lucas, not that you’ll remember.”

You nodded eagerly, drying your arms with the towel he had handed you. “That’s cool! I like the name Lucas- It reminds me of Luke Skywalker! From StarWars!” 

Lucas seemed to find the comment entertaining, a slight smile forming on his face. He chuckled dryly, his eyes watching you struggle with drying your hair. Some of the black moss had dried on the strands and stuck them together.

“Thanks. No one’s ever said that one before.” He grabbed the towel and shimmied it over your head, the moss slowly falling off. “I’m impressed that you haven’t freaked out yet, most people do.”

You shrugged.

“Why would I ‘freak out’? My mommy will find me at some point, so I’ll wait for her with you!” Your feet kicked out with your enthusiastic statement. Lucas giggled in return, his eyes seeming to reflect an emotion that you didn’t understand.

“Sure, she wi-!” His words fell short as another figure materialised in the doorway, a tray propped in their arms. The figure approached the pair of you and you realised it was a woman. She had long brown hair and was dressed in a yellow shirt with a black skirt. The tray she was carrying held some meat that you couldn’t name.

“You’re awake!” Her voice was surprisingly scratchy, but it was not unwelcoming. “I hope Lucas was looking after you,” she seemed to find the idea funny, a husky laugh falling from her lips. “I made some food for you whilst you were sleeping.”

She set the tray before you.

A pair of familiar eyes bore back at you, a few strands of hair sticking out of the mushy stew.

“M-Mommy?” You looked back up at the women, a demented smile drawn over her features. 

“Oh honey, Eveline chose you as her sister! 

I’m your mommy now.”

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Requested by two Anons (although it came out a little darker than planned, I hope it’s to still to your liking!)