LMK: I just started watching on Peacock. EVERYTHING. The animation, characters, story, plot (those are the same aren't they-) They have short episodes and short seasons, so it's easy to get through! I LOOOVE it so much!
Sonic! (Hehehehehehehe especially the movies) Characters, action, dynamics are awesome!
Niniago and TMNT: NINJAAAAS!! These are pretty similar to think about it.
OOH for tickletober can you do 30 with lee!MK and ler!Wukong? I LOVE THE BABIES IM WATCHING SEASON 5 RN
TickleTober Day 30 - Trick-or-Treat
~UGH I recently finished season 5 and- my heart?? AUGH! These babies have my entire soul; I’m more than happy to wreck them. I can’t decide if I like seeing Dadsy or Dad-Wukong more; expect some fics about those soon! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~
Lee: Mk
Ler: Wukong
Summary: After learning that Wukong didn’t celebrate Halloween, Mk sets up a mock Trick-or-Treat route for his mentor to enjoy. However, it seems the king would prefer the tricky side of the holiday. After all, a good scheme and hearty laugh could be its own treat.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“I think I got it.” Wukong nodded as a pumpkin pail was shoved into his hands. He’d never participated in Halloween before; when Mk heard that, he wasted no time in teaching his mentor all about the traditions.
“Great! Remember, it’s Trick or Treat. I’ll be over there!” Mk smiled and jogged off to one of the little shacks he’d constructed, ready to give Wukong the full Trick-or-Treating experience.
“Right…” The monkey man chuckled as he watched the kid run off, shaking his head. His “mask” was a skeleton face on a piece of paper, but Mk had assured him that even the simplest costume counted. With a fond sigh, he approached the first “house.”
“Uh…trick or treat?” Wukong stood in front of the door of the crude shack, a bit impressed that he’d been able to make six of them in an hour.
“You have to knock!” Mk whisper-shouted from inside, the sound of fabric rustling meeting the monkey’s ears. What was he doing in there?
With three steady knocks, the Monkey King tried again. “Trick or treat!”
The thin wood door opened, revealing Mk…with a sheet over his head. There were two little holes cut out for eyes, though they were dreadfully lopsided. It took everything he had not to laugh at the endearing sight.
“Helloooooo!” Mk drew his “ooo” sounds out to sound ghostly, dropping a few pieces of candy – hair illusions, no doubt – into his pail. “Happy Halloweeeeen!”
“Thanks, kid,” the orange-furred monkey said affectionately, backing away from the shack. The moment he did, he heard more rustling, then saw his mentee high-tailing it to the next little place. He really was going all out, wasn’t he?
Wukong took slow strides over to the next little shack, giving Mk time to set up whatever silliness he was doing. That time when he knocked, the door was answered by a witch; well, it was Mk in a cheap witch mask and black robe, but the monkey had to compliment his quick-change skills.
“Eeyeee-he-he!” The kid did his best witch cackle, which had Wukong biting his lip to keep from laughing. It was so bad… “Here’s yer candy, ye scoundrel!” Again, more likely-hair candies, though that handful contained little green orbs. Very on-theme: he liked it.
The next few stops were similar scenarios, each of Mk’s appearances different than the last. He’d seen the boy as a sock-handed Frankenstein, a toilet paper mummy, and a vampire with a suspiciously similar cloak to the witch’s.
The last house, however, looked different than the rest; the door was a blanket, and the place looked smaller than the others.
“Uh…what happened here, bud?” Wukong stood back a foot or two, giving the kid any space he might need.
“I kinda ran out of wood when I made this one, so I got creative.” The monkey could hear his slightly nervous chuckle from behind the blanket, though there was a mischievous edge to it… “I’m ready for ya!”
Wukong shrugged and approached the little shack, knocking on the frame of the “door.” Instead of a festive Halloween character, however, he was met by Mk in one of Taang’s sweaters and corduroy pants. “Git offa my lawn!”
“Uh, bud? What’s this about?” The Monkey King chuckled as he took a few steps back, avoiding a swing from the old Mk’s cane – his staff, which he was putting to excellent use.
“Not everybody wants you darn Trick-or-Treaters in their yards. You’ll crush my petunias!” Mk lightly swung his staff, aiming for his mentor’s feet. Wukong dodged it, huffing amusedly. When he was a full five feet away from the shack, Mk went back inside.
Now, he knew there was probably some method to the kid’s madness, but he wasn’t in the mood to think too hard. The activity was called Trick-or-Treating. Since he wasn’t getting any treats, he’d have to play into the tricky side.
Carefully, he climbed onto the roof of the shack, taking special care to make sure it didn’t collapse under his weight. Then, he leaned over and knocked on the frame.
When Mk came out, already scolding him in the mock-old tone, Wukong’s tail wrapped around his waist, hoisting him into the air. The kid yelped, kicking and laughing already as he came face-to-face with his mentor.
“Monkie King! You were supposed to be at the door!” He squirmed as the king brought them back to solid ground. It was probably for the best that they moved; he really didn’t put enough effort into that last shack.
“That’s if you want treats,” Wukong grinned, using his tail to tug his mentee closer. “I was feeling tricky.”
Before Mk could ask what he was doing, he felt the king’s paw-claws kneading his sides. He squealed, falling into a bright giggle fit as Wukong began tickling him. “Mohohohonkie Kihihing! Th-thihis ihihihisn’t pahart of ihihihit!”
“Hey, traditions can change. Aren’t you all about progress and new beginnings?” He teased, watching the boy squirm and twist in his tail’s grip. It was a little difficult to hold the strong boy still, but he managed.
“Nohohot lihike thihihis!” Mk whined as he kicked his feet, pushing weakly at Wukong’s hands. He really wasn't trying to push him away; it just felt impossible to stay still.
“Not like this, huh? Then how about this?” The immortal smiled as he dug into the boy’s stomach, targeting his navel. As expected, he shrieked, the whiny giggles ramping up to bright belly laughter.
“GYAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Mk’s thrashing doubled as his worst spot was attacked, his arms starting to actively try and defend. He was strong; so strong that Wukong had to pull him in against his chest, trapping the boy in a tickle-hug.
“You were right, kid. I really do love this holiday.” Wukong’s ever-present shit-eating grin grew fond as he listened to his mentee laugh his head off. He was so rarely at ease anymore; seeing him completely carefree, hearing that crazy laughter, made Wukong’s heavy heart a little lighter.
“HAHAHALLOWEEN IHIS SCAHAHARY, NOHOT FUHUNNY!” Mk was still trying to argue the point of the holiday, still sane enough to form coherent sentences. He was slipping fast, but he still had to try.
“I feel like it can be both,” Wukong teased. “Plenty of haunted houses have actors that pop out, scare the pants off you, and then do stupid stuff to make you laugh off the adrenaline. Scary and funny.”
“SHUHUHUSH!” It was always so unfair when the Monkey King had good reasoning behind his silly arguments. He’d have to rewatch Monkie Cop to pick up that talent.
“When have I ever done that on command, kid?” The monkey snorted to himself, dragging a single finger up the kid’s spine to hear him squeal. “And here I thought you knew me…”
“Y-YOUHU CAHAN’T- NOHOT BOHOHOHOTH!” Mk was rapidly losing his ability to think as the orange-furred monkey teased both of his worst spots. That was just uncalled for, and incredibly unfair!
“Uh, yeah I can. Watch me,” Wukong sassed, taking the boy’s plea as a challenge because of course he did. One paw remained on Mk’s navel while the other snaked around to his back, scribbling up and down his spine.
Mk promptly lost it.
“NAHAHAHAHA! MOHOHONKIEHE KIHIHING!” Squirming and thrashing beneath the evil touches, Mk tried and failed to get away. The monkey really wasn’t tickling him that hard, but the sensitivity of the spots made it excruciatingly ticklish nonetheless.
The kid could only take so much of that relentless teasing. Within a minute of the intense tickles’ starting, he was tapping out, stomping his foot against the ground. “NOHOHO- GYAHAHAHA! NOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!”
Wukong quickly recognized the boy’s surrender, stopping his tickles in favor of soothing back and belly rubs. His tail remained around the kid’s middle, giving him a reassuring little squeeze every few seconds.
“You okay, kid? Didn’t go too far?”
“N-naha, you’re all goohohod…” Mk panted as he caught his breath, cheeks flushed and eyes wrinkled at the corners with a smile. He really did have fun, as cruel as the tickling method was.
“Good. Want any water?” Wukong was getting better with taking care of mortals, recognizing their needs and trying to meet them. “Big Blue was making some nice lemonade tea if you wanna grab some.”
“Really?” Mk’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Arnold Palmer. Sure, it was out of season, but he still loved the drink. “Yeah, let’s go!” He sprung up, taking off for the shop like nothing even happened.
“This kid, I swear…” Wukong shook his head and chuckled before summoning his cloud, zipping after his mentee. He was a goofy and unpredictable boy, and the monkey wouldn’t want him any other way.
Hey! For Tickletober, can I get day 27 with lee!MK from Lego Monkie Kid?
I’m not sure what season you’re up to, but there’s a reason for why I picked that day lol.
TickleTober Day 27 - Non-Human Parts
~Okay so I JUST finished season 5 when I started writing this, and AUAHIDFUHAISD- I am not okay. Macaque and Wukong were so paternal in this, and that’s not even getting to Pigsy! I love this show so much it’s UNREAL! I went with the two monkey dads because monkey madness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~
Lee: Mk
Lers: Wukong and Macaque
Summary: Mk gets frustrated during training, his new powers proving to be quite difficult to get used to. Luckily, he has two monkey mentors to aid him. When he gets tired and gives up for the day, they have a rather fun way to help him relax.
Warnings: spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“C’mon, kid! Just take a breath and center yourself.” Wukong balanced on his tail in front of Mk, watching as the boy fell once again.
“What Wukong is trying to say is that you need to balance.” Macaque’s snide voice cut in as he sauntered over, getting into the same position as Monkie King. “Your tail is a part of you, just like your arms and legs. You have to feel your center and hold yourself there.”
“I don’t see how tricks are gonna help me get used to this.” Mk gestured down at himself, specifically his tail. Ever since they’d “freed” the Nine-Headed Demon, the team had been lovingly forcing Mk to confront his Monkie side and learn about his powers.
That also meant bodily exercises, such as the one they were focusing on at that moment.
“It helps you understand your new form, bud. Before you can master your powers or anything else, you have to know your body.” Wukong tried to sound patient, but he was really getting tired of explaining the same thing over and over again.
He was endlessly happy, of course, that Mk was alright, but they didn’t know when the next big-bad whatever was coming. His monkie form needed to be mastered, or at least understood, before that happened.
“Fine, fine. I’ll try again.” Mk sighed before leaning on his hands, planting his tail beneath him. It still felt so strange to have muscles there – to have something to move. Pushing himself up, he felt his tail strain with his body’s weight.
“There ya go, kid. Just breathe and stay centered.” The black monkey’s tone was calming then, urging him to stay focused and grounded. It was nice, even if he was annoyed by the entire exercise.
Mk managed to stay balanced for a solid thirty seconds. His mind wandered as he sat there, the thoughts he’d oh-so carefully compartmentalized trying to fall off their shelves. The scarily calm look the Nine-Headed Demon had given him…
”You just opened the cage."
Mk gasped, his eyes flying open as he fell backwards. Macaque’s tail was there in a second, cradling his head before it could hit the ground.
“Hey, new record, bud!” Wukong did his best to sound supportive, but his impatience leaked into the reassurance. They’d been at it for the better half of two hours by then.
“What happened?” Macaque used his tail to sit Mk up, patting his shoulder supportively. Macaque had been unusually caring and touchy since his sacrifice; it wasn’t bad at all, but it was unexpected.
“I just…can’t keep my mind straight. It keeps going places I don’t wanna visit.” Mk sighed, sitting fully on the ground as his tail flicked. It showed his agitation, and it was too new for Mk to suppress it.
“Bud…” Wukong tried to gather his own thoughts, not knowing how to respond to that. He didn’t want to tell the kid to push them aside; that wasn’t healthy. Then again, how else was he gonna advise him? “Wanna…talk about it?”
“Not really. It’s the same stuff that’s been bothering me. Snake guy, the chaos, all that goodness.” Mk chuckled dryly, trying to play off his dread with humor. It usually worked, though he could still feel the uncertainty within him.
“Want us to distract you?” Macaque didn’t meet either of their eyes when he asked this, staring off into the horizon. The corner of his lip twitched, giving away a hidden amusement.
“I…guess so, yeah. Is it gonna hurt?” The monkie boy quirked a brow suspiciously, not liking how vague that was. What did he mean by “distract”?
“No, not hurt. If you want us to stop, just say so, and we will.” Macaque shot Wukong a look, hoping he’d get the tacit message. The orange-furred monkey blushed when he got it, a surprised huff leaving him. He hadn’t expected a solution like that from Mac, but…it’d work.
“Okay…” Mk nodded, a slightly anxious feeling rising in his chest when he saw the look they shared. It wasn’t bad, more…giddy. “Why’re you looking at him like that? Monkey King?”
Monkie King’s tail wrapped around Mk’s middle, tugging the boy into his chest. Two strong arms hooked under his own, keeping him restrained. “H-hey! Lemme go!”
“No can do, kid. You’ve at least gotta let me start before you run.” Macaque grinned as he plopped down in front of the two, his tail curling amusedly behind him. His expression was soft and affectionate as he reached out, giving Mk’s stomach a little poke.
The boy’s eyes widened with realization, a giddy smile immediately blooming on his face. “Wahait! G-guys, c’mon! We need to be training!”
“Ooooh, now you care about training?” Wukong’s tail came up to brush against Mk’s monkey ear, making him squeak. “Too late for that, bud.”
“If you actually want us to stop, just say…hmm. What’s a good word, Wukong?” Macaque spoke smugly, lazily tickling the boy’s stomach. He was already giggling up a storm, the silliness of the position he was in making him way too giddy.
“How about ‘peaches,’ eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Macaque, knowing the word would annoy him. The darker-furred monkey rolled his eyes, deciding to deal with it later. “Fine. Say peaches, and we stop."
Mk thought of saying it immediately, but…well, he was kind of enjoying the touch, and it was helping to distract him from his thoughts. He could wait a few minutes…
“Knew it. Just one more thing the kid’s got in common with you, Wukong.” Macaque teased, practically purring the words as he looked up at the Monkie King.
Said king scoffed indignantly, grateful for the fur helping to hide his blush. “Hey, pick on the kid, not me! He’s the sad one!”
“Debatable, but…fine.” Macaque grinned as he focused back in on Mk, adding a second hand into the mix. He was still leisurely tracing across his chest, mapping out his worst spots before really trying anything.
Meanwhile, Wukong’s tail continued to tease the shells of Mk’s monkie ears, watching him squirm and squeak.
“M-Mahahacahaque! Mohohonkie Kihihing!” Mk kicked and squirmed in Wukong’s grip, his tail twitching and flicking against the other monkey’s chest. He could not stay still while he was being tickled.
“Yes?” Both monkeys spoke at once, though Wukong’s voice was a lot more teasing than Macaque’s. The two’s different energies somehow made it the more flustering, making Mk’s face burn.
“I-ihihit tihihihickles!”
That made both monkeys’ hearts squeeze, paternal hearts practically sparkling in Wukong’s eyes. How could one kid be so adorable?
Macaque was the first to recover from the psychic attack, chuckling fondly as he continued to tickle him. He’d explored enough to map the kid’s spots. “Hey, Wukong? Try getting the base of his tail.”
“Uh…oh! On it.” Wukong snapped out of it, a big grin settling on his face as he went for it. He had to release one of Mk’s arms to do it, but the boy was too distracted to really make use of that. When the king’s fingers scribbled on that little spot near the bottom of his spine, he lost it.
“GYAHAHAHA! M-MOHONKIE KIHIHING! NAHAHAHO!” Mk flapped his free hand as his worst spot was targeted, nearly kicking Macaque in the face. His back was already ticklish before he’d had tail nerves. After, though? It was so much worse.
“Woah- careful, kid!” Macaque laughed as he dodged the boy’s shoe, shoving it back down. He was so squirmy… Cute kid. “Wouldn’t want me to get mad, would ya? It gets worse when I’m mad.”
“Wow, you’re mean, Mac,” Wukong mused, giving the boy a breather as he dragged a claw up his spine. The little squeals that motion received made his grin widen somehow, splitting his face. “Thought you’d take it easy on the poor kid.”
“That’s your job. I’m not soft,” Macaque huffed, taking his slight annoyance out on Mk. The hand on his stomach narrowed in, going for his navel. Mk shrieked, kicking about once again.
“F-FIHIHIGHT LAHAHATER!” Mk’s pleas fell on deaf ears, the two monkey men distracted by their playful argument.
“Oh really? How come you sleep with the baby monkeys then?” Wukong’s voice was smug, knowing he had the other monkey pinned.
“I- that’s different!” Mac growled, his tail flicking in exasperation. The king was always a tease, but he wasn’t wrong. Macaque hated it when he was right.
“Doesn’t seem like it…”
“Ugh, just focus on the kid.” Macaque gave up, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Mk between them. Besides, he wasn’t quite done with the boy.
“Ohohor dohohon’t! Bohoth wohohork!” Mk tried to shove Macaque’s hands away, but the dark-furred monkey easily pushed past the resistance. One spot he hadn’t tried yet…
“H-hehehehey!” Mk nearly whined when he felt the tickles move to his shoulders, fighting the immediate urge to melt into them. Stupid shoulders and their stupid calming sensitivity…
“Aww, you found his favorite spot!” Wukong was wholly unhelpful, only egging Macaque on. He could tell the kid was getting tired, so he followed the curve of the mood, softening his touch. He kept toying with the boy's ears, but less persistently.
“N-Nuhuhuh-uhuh!” Mk’s denial was totally mature as he slowly stopped struggling, his giggles growing softer and more relaxed.
“So convincing, Mk.” Macaque chuckled at the sight of him, leaning closer as his legs stopped flailing. He seemed almost sleepy… Maybe they hadn’t even needed a safeword.
“You gettin’ tired, bud?” Wukong smiled as his mentee’s back pressed against his chest, the top of Mk’s hair tickling his chin. The barely coherent response of mumbled giggles was incredibly convincing.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” With a quick look to Macaque, both monkey men stopped their “attacks” in favor of cuddling up next to him. While monkey piles weren’t common among them any more, the pair still loved them. By the sound of his happy sigh, Mk did, too.
“We’ll work on the training later, bud. Get some rest.” Wukong leaned back on a stump, grateful he’d sat down so close to one. Mk was lying back on his chest, with Macaque on the boy’s stomach.
“Listen to the goof, kid. It’ll make things easier.” Macaque smirked, laughing at the immediate hair-ruffle his words received. Wukong was predictable, but it was a nice, reliable kind of predictable.
“Mmph, fine…” Mk tried to sound stubborn, but he was already falling asleep.
Sandwiched between his two monkey mentors, Mk let his mind wander. For once, it was kind to him, sluggishly bringing up fond memories with his team. He drifted off with a smile on his face, remembering just how lucky he was to have met them all.
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.
