Here's a fun one: given Mister Toby enlightened us with Four Armed Tenna, here's a cute scenario ft. Spamtenna polycule
Tenna holding the mailman with his hands, two on his wrists and two on his legs, while we go to town on his plushy Lil body >:3
And because hes so small he can barely wiggle in tenna's hold, almost immobile while laughing himself silly :3
ANON YOU BIG BRANED GENIUS!!
Four armed Tenna has had me in a chokehold the last few days, so when i saw your ask, i immediately drew this! Then forgot because i have the memory of a goldfish-
Spamtenna polycule my beloved…..
Spam has not and will never learn his lesson, though he might go out and buy (or steal) some cookies as replacement for what he ate
if the tickletober day is still open and you're comfortable with doing this, could I request lee!Macaque from LMK and a ler!Reader, using the day 2 prompt (chase), please?
and could the reader be gender neutral, if possible?
have a good day!
TickleTober Day 2 - Chase
~Ooo, an LMK request! I don’t get many reader inserts, so it’s always interesting to write one. Reader seemed like they should be a teasy little gremlin, so that’s the direction I took with things. I was kinda feeling off when writing this, so hopefully the grammar works. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Macaque
Ler: Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: After being an annoying little shit, Macaque has pushed just about all your buttons. You know he just wants attention, and you have an idea on how to fix that… He’s not gonna let you help so easily, though.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like it, scroll away!!
Macaque sat in the shadows, waiting for his latest plot to play out. He’d had a strange urge to bug you recently, and he was never one to ignore his more innocent impulses. It wasn’t like you were going to kill him or anything…right?
Eh, consequences were for later. Right then, he was focused on your reaction.
You walked into your room, carrying a bowl of chips to share with him. The second your foot touched the floor, three shadow monkeys leaped out from under your bed, tackling you to the ground. They chirped as they snuggled up against you, practically pinning you to the ground in a cuddle-pile.
“What the- MACAQUE!” you fumed, glaring up at the dim corner of your ceiling.
As expected, a glowing purple smile and two eyes emerged from the shadows, one a damaged “X” shape. Macaque was grinning widely, the look on your face only adding to his amusement.
“Heya, sweet cheeks~ Why’re you looking at me like that? Got something on my face?” Oho, that smug asshole… He was gonna pay.
“Shadow monkeys. Off me. Now,” you grumbled, pointing to the cuddly apparitions; it would’ve been cute if you weren’t covered in chip crumbs, the bowl knocked from your hands upon impact.
“Ooooh, them! Yeah, that might be a little inconvenient.” Macaque whistled, calling the shadow clones. They climbed off you, thankfully; his clones kinda had minds of their own, but he wasn’t about to tell you that.
Once the clones had receded back into the shadows of your room, you stood and dusted yourself off. Great, now you needed to vacuum your room…
“Thanks, Macaque. I love it when I have to clean my room and buy more snacks.” Your unamused expression only made him grin wider, his tail flicking behind him. While it was kinda cute, your mind refused to focus on that while you were mad at him.
“No problem; glad I could help, hon.” Using his shadows, Macaque teleported right behind you to speak in your ear; while he knew he was pushing it, he couldn’t help himself. “You know you love it~”
You squeaked at the feeling, swatting at his head. He was gone before you even got close, teleporting closer to the door; it’s almost as if he knew he was gonna die.
“Ohokay, you little shit. That is it!” You whipped around, charging at him. As expected, he portaled away to some random spot in the house.
Little did he know, you knew why he was being such a dick. Macaque had been spending as much time with you as possible, and his clones had been extra cuddly. That only meant one thing: he was craving attention. That’s how you knew he wouldn’t actually try to get away.
Chasing after him, you ducked into the kitchen. While you couldn’t see him, you could feel his energy in the room; he was hiding somewhere.
“C’mon, Mac! You know I’m gonna find you; might as well just come out!” You started opening cabinets, listening for the sound of his portals. They made a tiny little noise when they formed, so you’d be able to tell if he cheated.
“Where the hell…?” You’d finished opening every cabinet, but he was still nowhere to be found. The only place you hadn’t checked was…no.
You pulled the fridge door open, and all the stages of grief flashed across your face as you saw Macaque shivering next to the milk. “Uh…h-hi?”
There was no response that even began to fit there. Before you could process the image of the man fucking hiding in the fridge, he teleported away with a giggle. That monkey…
Snapping out of your daze, you turned and ran to the living room; something just said he’d be there. Lo and behold, there was a monkey-shaped lump under the fuzziest blanket on the couch. Rolling your eyes, you walked over and sat beside him, lifting the blanket.
He was biting back a smile, shivering a little bit from his fridge trip. His tail was wrapped around his middle, trying to warm himself up.
“You’re impossible…” You sighed before pulling him closer, knowing he was probably pretty cold. He immediately snuggled up, not even trying to hide the chill. His fur was a little cool to the touch, making you shudder as he pressed himself against you.
“As cute as this is, I still need my revenge. Sorry, plum~” The hand petting his side switched to clawing, squeezing him tighter against you.
“Fu- Hehehehey! Nohot fahahahair!” He whined, but didn’t move away; your touch, while tickly, still felt quite nice. Burying his face in your side, Macaque just let himself relax.
You felt him melt against you, rolling your eyes at his goofy behavior; he was such a baby sometimes…
“You know you can just ask when you want attention, right?” You huff affectionately, moving up to tease his ribs. You felt the fur on the back of his neck bristle from the sudden attack.
“GYA- NOHOHOHOHO! I-IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Macaque screeched, trying to deny the obvious. His tail thumped against the couch cushions behind him; the lie wasn’t very believable.
“Oh really? So, your tail is wagging because you hate this?” Teasing him, you moved a hand to scribble at the base of his tail. He snorted, and you couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sound.
“SH-SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Little purple sparks floated around Macaque, his powers reacting to the intense feeling. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he accidentally portaled away.
“But why? I thought you wanted attention, Mac; is this not good enough?” Deciding to be a little mean, you let your hand travel down to his hip. “How about I go for your favorite spot?”
“NO! NOHOHOHO, WAHAHAIT! IHIHIT’S GOHOHOOD!” Thrashing in your arms, Mac “tried” to squirm away. In reality, he could’ve easily broken away—but where’s the fun in that? Though he was denying it, the monkey was eating up every moment of your attention.
“Aww, I knew you liked it! Now, hold still.” Going for the kill, you kneaded the spot on the underside of his thigh.
Macaque absolutely lost it.
A loud, animalistic screech ripped from his throat as you targeted his worst spot. Before you could even think to tease him, a portal opened up beneath him, teleporting him across the room.
“Oho shit- are you okay?” You stood up, carefully walking over to the man. He was curled up on the rug, giggling like a mad man.
“Y-youhu- uhuhuhugh…” He couldn't even form a complete sentence, blushing furiously. His tail was still wagging softly, curling by his feet.
“That good, huh?” Kneeling beside him, you rubbed little circles into his back to try and calm him down.
“Shuhut up, jerk.” Macaque hit you with his tail, still hiding the smile on his face. If you listened close enough, you could hear the tiniest of purrs rumbling in his chest.
“Next time, just ask for attention. You know I'm willing to help, you doof.” Moving up, you started to scratch behind Mac's ears. The small purrs got louder as he slowly stopped caring about the noise.
“Wanna go lie down?” He nodded in response, using a large portal to take you both into your bedroom. And, of course, he was curled up in front of you, expecting cuddles.
You wrapped an arm around Macaque’s waist, pulling him close. The monkey was like a heated stuffie: warm, soft, and perfect for cuddles. Looping his tail around your thigh, he let his eyes close, purring softly from the cuddles.
“Night, plum.” Cleaning could wait until the next day. Right then, you were content to snuggle with Macaque ‘til sunrise—even if he was a little shit.
