Oh I've got absolutely no idea how I missed those! Thank you so much 😭😭
So my idea is a punishment game fic with lee!Ike and whoever else you'd like from Luxiem!
Again, congrats on 400 followers!!! You deserve every one of them, and 400 more! 💓😖
Hi anons!
Ahh, Luxiem is one of my favorite groups to write for because everyone is so- well, you know heheh
I'm really eager to see how this one will turn out ~ who will you guys root for? heheh
“MYSTAHAHAHA!!” Ike howled, trying to protect himself from the restless assault on his sides, but no matter how much he moved, Mysta’s hands simply wouldn’t move an inch from his body.
“Come, Ike,” the detective mused, continuing to press his fingers up and down as if he was playing some sort of musical instrument, “the more you squirm, the worse it will be,” he continued, lowering one of his hands to pinch Ike’s waist.
The novelist threw his head back, only trapping himself more into the detective’s embrace. Each stroke sent a new wave of ticklishness up his body - it was so, so bad!
“PLEHEHEASE! T-Timehe ohOHOUT!” Ike cried out, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment of being in such a state during a stream, or was it solely because of the tickling? Either way, he needed to get Mysta to stop.
“Oh, is it?” Mysta hummed, actually sounding unsure about it. “Oh, you are, it’s been five minutes, heh ~” He giggled, lifting his hands from Ike’s sides, allowing the novelist to get away from his grip.
With flustered cheeks and messed up hair and clothes, Ike panted as he tried to catch up his breath, refusing to look at the shameless messages the chat was sending them regarding the kind of noises that were leaving his mouth just a couple of seconds ago.
“Y-you didin’t need to go that hard,” Ike protested, yelling at his genmate, who simply chuckled at the accusation.
“Well, it was my third win in a row. I needed to do something to make the batsu look more fitting, don’t you think?”
“W-whatever, hmph,” Ike huffed, letting out a small sigh as he tried to fix his shirt. The novelist greeted his teeth, still cursing the chat for picking “5 minutes of tickling” as their batsu for this stream.
“Ohh, you want to keep going?” Mysta taunted with a sly smirk on his lips, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, “we can always change the batsu, you know? If tickling is too much for you to handle ~”
“Shut it,” Ike hissed. He knew he was taking the bait that Mysta was waving at him, but at that point, he wanted to defeat the detective in his own game. Sitting back in his chair, Ike picked the controller, trying to look as serious as possible after nearly laughing to death moments ago.
And so, both men started another game. Ike’s hands held the controller tightly, betting with his own sensitivity was brave after the disastrous previous results, but he knew it was just as bad for Mysta - he just needed to put that cocky fox back into his place!
The round went on for a couple of minutes. After a series of ups and downs…
…Ike stared at the message on his screen:
[VICTORY]
[DEFEAT]