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Horror Husbandos Ravenous Night Ver.
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Horror Husbandos Ravenous Night Ver.
Drawn on Clip Studio Paint
Because someone confused the luxiem logo with a womb tattoo
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]
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A preview of my next fic featuring Eki Eviland [Ike Eveland's alter ego] and you! That's right, it's an Eki × Reader fic. That means it's going to include some naughty naughty scene (the reader/you are gender neutral). So please enjoy a preview of Eki being Eki!
[This fic is very much inspired by this Ike Eveland drabbles so please check them out!]
Potential tags : Bondages, bootworship
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for the 300 followers drabble event: nijisanji en’s luca and ike! you can choose whether it’s romantic or platonic and the lee/ler! i was thinking maybe luca’s being his “mean and evil” self and messing with ike a bit? or maybe he’s trying to cheer ike up? also, congrats on 300 followers! 🎉
Hi Anon!
Thanks you for your words and your requests. I reaaally liked the whole idea, Luca is so precious and I--- gosh, I love him. Anyway, hope you like this!
Ike chuckled, patting Luca on the shoulder as he gave him a pitiful look. “Is that it?” The novelist asked, tilting his head slightly as he waited for an answer.
“Y-yeah, pretty much! And mean, right?” The blonde said proudly, but the slight smile on Ike’s face was suggesting the opposite. How could Ike stay smiling like that after Luca called him a “stupid four eyed bookworm”? That was a really evil insult, but why didn't it work on him?!
“Aren’t you upset?” Luca insisted, making a pleading face with puppy eyes. Ike, on the other hand, giggled slightly louder.
“Not at all. It’s actually pretty cute, honestly,” the man smiled, “well, if that is it, I’ll get going now. I need to set a few things ready before the next str-”
“Wait!”
“Hm?” Ike stopped himself from getting up from his seat, looking at Luca. He was probably going to try again, the novelist thought, maybe this time he should act offended, just to cheer him up.
But, after some seconds in silence, staring at each other, Ike began to speak again, “is there anything else, Luca?”
“I’m… thinking, wait,” he admitted bluntly, furrowing his eyebrows. What would annoy Ike? If insulting didn’t work, maybe he could try something else… Then, as if he was struck by lightning, Luca widened his eyes, grinning with an evil idea.
Before the novelist could react, the blonde reached for his face, stealing his glasses in a swift move. Despite letting out a “hey” in protest, Ike only sighed.
“Ok, Luca, you got me. Can you give my glaAHAh-”
As he reached his hand out to Luca, hoping the mobster would give his glasses back to him, the blonde took the opportunity as soon as he saw the opening, moving one of his hands right into Ike’s underarm to tickle him there while the other landed on top of his knee, squeezing it.
"Heheh, where do you think you are going, Ike? ~" Luca teased, tugging on the other's leg as he tried to squirm away and pulling him close.
The novelist couldn't do much but laugh, as the mobster overpowered him with ease. He tried to clasp his arms down and kick his legs, attempting to take his body away from the tickling or to, at least, block it.
But it was all in vain.
"LuhuhcaHAHa, stahahp it!! I sweheh- ahAHAHaha, nohoh tihihickling!"
"Oho, but why would I? It wouldn't be very mean and evil of me to just let you go," he grinned, letting go of Ike's leg to pinch his hips, making the novelist melt into a giggly puddle on top of the couch.
"C-cohohome on! AhaHAH- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!" Ike cackled, thrashing his head and weakly tugging at Luca's hands, trying to pry them off his body.
"OHOH- OHOK OK! Y-YOU AHAHAHARE EEHEHEVIL!!"
Letting out an excited gasp, Luca withdrew his hands, clenching them into fists as he celebrated another successful evil and mean act.
On the other hand, Ike tried to catch his breath, feeling a faint and warm blush on his face as he laid on his side. He closed his eyes, sighing while he heard Luca celebrating.
"You have ten seconds to run," he muttered, sitting down and picking up his glasses.
"Eh?" The blonde stopped moving, looking at Ike with a confused face before panic finally kicked in. Well, what evildoer would he be if he couldn't do mischief without getting caught? ~
Aaaahhhh, I'm kinda late, but congrats on your milestone, m'lady! You absolutely deserve your followers, and we'll always love you and your content <3 ✨🌸
(And also, if you're still taking requests, maybe something with lee!Vox and ler!Ike, if you want? I've been craving it, okay, now I'm feeling nervous to send this, anywaynowi'mgonnagohideagain, ly 💖)
AHHHHHH
Thank you so, so, so much! It means a lot when it comes from an amazing artist such as yourself!!
Also, my dear, even if my blog was deactivated, you are one of the people I would NEVER turn a request down. I'd come back from the dead just to write it.
So, that being said, I humbly offer you this drabble. Hope you enjoy and, again, tysm for the support <3 <3 <3
Ike took a sip from his drink while he heard Vox talking about his last stream. As much as he enjoyed the demon’s company and didn’t mind being his listening, most of that information would simply fall on deaf ears.
“...but then Mysta came out of nowhere and tickled me…”
The novelist used the straw to stir his drink, moving the small blocks of ice when that particular sentence struck him. Ike raised his eyebrows in curiosity, slightly turning his face to Vox. “Sorry, Mysta did what?”
“Oh, like, he came from behind and wiggled his fingers over my waist. It made me let out a really awful squeal,” Vox said, between chuckles, “he caught me off guard and I-”
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Vox.” Ike interrupted his colleague, placing his glass down while a slight smirk formed on his lips.
“Well, to put it like that it’s an overstatement. I was simply scared wh-”
“Then…” Ike interrupted him again, this time the novelist could tell that Vox knew where he wanted to get with those comments. “Can I test it out?” He spoke softly, holding his hand in front of his chest and slowly wiggling his fingers.
The demon felt a shiver run down his back, swallowing dry at the idea. Yet, he tried his best to put up some calm facade, hoping to talk the novelist out of it. “I don’t see the need for that.”
“And why not? If you are not ticklish, there is no reason to fear.”
“I’m not fearing anything, it’s just thaAHA- Ike! N-nohoh, s-stop it!” Vox choked on his laughter when Ike ignored his words and reached for his waist, pinching it skillfully. As the tinglish feeling spread across his body, the demon quickly held the novelist’s wrist, trying to pry it off of his body.
“Huh… so, Mysta “scared” you like this?” Ike teased, managing to switch to Vox’s side despites the other man’s attempts to stop him. The change of spots made him twist and turn on his chair, trying to battle both the urge to laugh and Ike’s tickling.
“Y-yehehah, now s-stohop it! AhaHAh, e-enohough!” Vox pleaded, trying to lean away from Ike’s hand to the point he was almost falling from his chair.
“Already? I thought you were not ticklish, Vox. Were you lying then?” Ike pressed the man further, cornering him both literally and metaphorically.
“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahaha, I-I’m not tihihicklish!” The demon protested, being forced to use one arm to support his body while the other kept trying to fend Ike’s assault off.
“Sure thing,” Ike chuckled, finally giving Vox a break. The novelist smugged, picking up his glass again and beginning to stir his drink. “Anyway, finish your story. So, after that, what did- ahm… Vox?”
As he turned to face his colleague again, Vox had a clearly annoyed smile on his face. Ike couldn’t help but slightly lean away from him. “Is… everything ok?”
“Oh, I’m perfectly fine, Ike, but since we are on the topic… how ticklish you said you were?”
“W-what? I- AHAh, V-Vox! WAHAIT!!”