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Title: Walking on broken Glass Fandom: ATLA / Avatar The Last Airbender Summary: The words I had shouted still echoed in my ears, while with every shift of my chest, the weight of my mistake grew heavier. It was like a quiet whisper—steady, unrelenting, impossible to ignore. I should have held my tongue, should not have acted like a spoiled child, so convinced they knew better than everyone else. Better than him.

I feel the need to mention that I started this ‘Princess of Ba Sing Se AU’ over 10 years ago because I love the Dai Li & Long Feng. Well, now I'm here. ...It's because of his voice. I swear I can listen to Clancy Brown all day.

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Request: how about the reader is caught by wukong's broken shell not even DO can get through the barrier to help, and everyone has to watch the reader surrender to him Thank you for the idea! I initially wanted to write more smut in this, but that didn't work out. Hope you like it~

Distant, the barrier glows in a pale light; unreal, a whisper of truth that curls like mist around your mind, and yet, all clarity fades away. For the world has narrowed to this single point, where you are held tight in the arms of something greater—a shadow, a presence that feels both familiar and yet brimming with strange, otherworldly power. Power to which you surrender completely.

Relenting, you lean back into his embrace, feeling the frigid trace of his golden armor seeping through your robes.

Igniting, your body flares, and with it rises the wish that you had welcomed these touches sooner, shown no resistance, let him bare you completely to soothe the fire within.

Then, faint voices murmur; a fragile, desperate echo striving to reach you.

Fierce and unrestrained, a cry brushes past your ear like a fading gust of wind.

Pleading, someone calls out to you, as if something were wrong, as if you were somehow ensnared.

Yet, that cannot be. In the arms of the great sage's broken shell, you feel safe, borne by an ancient force meant only for you, a strength that lifts and holds you, promising never to release you, vowing to bring you to these heights over and over again.

With each thrust, shivers cascade down your spine, drawing you ever deeper into a dizzying depth where all else fades to insignificance. Softly, a raspy moan slips from your lips, spurring him to sink his claws even deeper into your hips, carving raw, open wounds. Not as lovely as the throbbing bite marks on your shoulders, yet welcome nonetheless.

Let the world see that you are his... that you have always been his...

Like a promise in form and strength, he carries you through each breath, until nothing remains but this sweet, ruinous sensation—that you could stay here forever—and it would be all you would ever need.

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Title: Warmth Pair: Macaque / Original Character (Namless) Fandom: LMK / JTTW Summary: Macaque helps in taking care of a newborn monkey demon.

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Raging within him, the beast longed to tear her fragile body apart, to breach her tender skin—and oh, how the six-eared macaque yearned to taste the sweet essence of her life.

Yet, gritting his teeth, he held back.

Restraint drained him of every ounce of strength, so much that he barely noticed how deeply his claws had sunk into her delicate hips, leaving marks that would remain long after.

But when she trembled beneath his weight, her breath hitched before releasing a soft, broken sigh that rippled through him, sending a shiver down his spine, and he nearly lost control.

As shadows began to weave through his deceptive golden fur, while his thrusts became feral and he craved her breathy moans, her eyes fluttered, and for an ephemeral heartbeat, her universe belonged to him.

Sensing something just beyond the reach of her understanding, her pupils widened, and a delicate tension coiled beneath her skin as though the air itself had shifted, charged with an invisible current.

An instinct, quiet yet undeniable, warned her that he was not the Monkey King he claimed to be.

Her bittersweet scent of fear curled through him, wrapping itself around his senses. Yet the glow on her cheeks lingered, untouched.

Shyness flickered in her gaze, stirring the primal depths within him.

Growling low, his chest tightened as her form surrendered against his.

Oh, his desire for her burned. Not merely from the thrill of what he could not possess, but from the irresistible whisper that she was meant to be his—destined to carry their future, their children, in her arms.

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With a low rustle, Sun Wukong unveiled the peach nestled within the folds of his robe. As if enveloped in golden dust, its skin shimmered, catching the last rays of sunlight before they disappeared below the clouds. Flawless and irresistibly ripe, it emitted a tantalizingly sweetness that lifted their spirits and beckoned to be eaten.

Lingering on the fruit, her gaze held a curiosity, softly wondering what price heaven might decree for a treasure, so rare.

His steps were slow as he approached, his movements careful and hesitant. Quivering and barely more than a breath, his voice carried the promise that her destiny would bloom in this realm, where she would forever reign as queen by his side.

Expectantly, his long fingers extended the heavenly fruit toward her, and the warmth of his blazing sun pierced through to her heart. Trembling, her fingers brushed against his arm, seeking solace in his touch.

Wukong couldn’t help but notice how fragile she seemed in comparison to him—delicate, like a flower easily shattered by the harshness of the world.

Reverently, she leaned toward the ripe peach, enchanted by its ambrosial scent. The soft down caressed her lips, and, enticed, she finally took a bite.

The Monkey King observed as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back in delight. A small smile curved her lips as the sweetness danced on her tongue.

His gaze could not waver from the way her lashes fluttered or how her cheeks flushed with pleasure. With each bite, her desire deepened, her grip on his arm tightening. Her sighs—oh, her sighs—intoxicated his senses like sweet poison, clouding his thoughts and weaving a haze around his mind.

Suppressing his own selfish desire, he gently withdrew his arm and regarded her. Juice dripping down her chin left a trace of sticky, sweet goodness upon her rosy lips. With his thumb, he caught the precious droplet and brought it back. Her soft, warm lips brushed against his rough skin as she opened her mouth to receive what had nearly been lost. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine, urging Wukong to draw even closer.

Then, turning the peach in his hand to reveal its untouched side, its velvety sheen remained temptingly alluring. With a mischievous smile, he offered it to her once more, knowing she could no longer resist.

Enjoying the last bite of the fruit, she let the sweet juice linger at the corner of her mouth before tenderly licking it away. Wildly, his heart raced, threatening to leap from his chest as every movement captivated his gaze.

Dropping the peach stone, he extended his hand to her, still glistening with the remnants of the fruit. As she leaned down toward him, her lips hovered tantalizingly above his palm, and a warm flush crept over his cheeks. Her breath, warm and soft, tickled his skin as she slightly parted her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against him. Each delicate caress swept him into a wave of desire, igniting a fire within him that he struggled to suppress. With every touch, every sensation intensifying, he felt himself slipping further from control.

As the sweet juice dwindled, he found himself unable to resist the primal urge surging through his veins. Slightly trembling, his hand glided over her lips, relishing their gentle, silky softness before he gently parted them. Then, with a longing thrust, he slipped his fingers into her warm mouth, eager to feel the enveloping warmth and moisture of her tongue wrapping around him.

The sweet, wet resistance made him shudder, and his control began to crumble. Unconsciously, he pulled her closer, his hand weaving into her hair, claws gripping the back of her head as if he sought to bind her to him even more tightly.  In response, she released a soft, yearning moan, her body beginning to flutter.

His fingers delved deeper, gliding over her tongue, causing his thoughts to blur and spiral, consumed by each overwhelming sensation as his body battled to contain the pleasure flooding through him. The world around them faded away, leaving nothing but the sensation of her lips closing tightly around him and the humid heat enveloping him completely.

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I recently stumbled into Black Myth Wukong and in like with many fanfics on here, yours included. I really enjoyed them, they're so well written, so poetic and sweet and have not the slightest issue slipping into each situation. I wanted to thank you for your hard work and to always be passionate about what you love. One final question that I have been debating with if that's alright, do you believe The Destined One/Wukong would fancy a man sweetheart just as they would a woman sweetheart?

Hi! (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡ Thank you for reading, and I’m really glad you enjoyed my little stories. I really appreciate every word, and it brightens my day. Sorry it took me a bit to answer your question, but I thought, why not write a little something instead of just a quick reply? ૮(˶•ᵕ•˶)੭ (Sorry that it’s not written in second perspective. To be honest, writing in present tense and second perspective is quite difficult, and that was much easier to write. have fun~)

Spinning his staff with fluid grace, Wukong cut down the Yaoguai like a storm in motion. Blood splattered across his body, dripping down his arms and seeping into the grooves of his weapon. Yet, not even that could pull his focus away. His gaze, ever restless, sought him.

Equally fierce, his partner struck with relentless precision, his sword arm crashing down on another enemy whose final scream was lost in the rain. Breathless, he rose, his face twisted in pain and exhaustion—though a flicker of relief lingered in his eyes. He was not immortal like Wukong, and that knowledge filled the Monkey King with a constant, gnawing fear, one he never allowed to show.

That fear now compelled him to run. Despite the burning in his legs, his heart pounded faster with every step, racing toward him.

Reaching him, it was like gravity had seized them both. Wukong’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, he never wanted to let go. Their bodies collided, and with a forceful embrace, they tumbled to the ground, sinking into the mud.

Barely giving him a moment to breathe, Wukong’s lips sought his with a hunger that bordered on the primal, yet held a tenderness that revealed unspoken fears and the scars of battles endured. Their mouths moved in a rhythm that felt ancient, raw, as though the world itself stilled in awe. Even the rain, falling in sheets around them, seemed to hesitate.

For a breathless eternity, they existed only in each other’s presence—bloodied, bruised, and alive. And in that shared silence, Wukong knew one thing with unshakable certainty, this was where he belonged. Far from heaven, living on Earth.

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Around your waist, his arm keeps you in place, ensuring his thrusts don’t falter from the rhythm that draws melodic moans from your throat. His weight presses heavily against you, grounding you beneath him. You feel the firm line of his body, every tense muscle, and every raspy breath; each subtle shift sinks deeper into your skin, reminding you exactly who is in complete control.

Teasingly, his sharp claws glide along your sides, their light scratch just intense enough to send shivers down your spine.

His tail, tightly wrapped around your ankle, binds you even further. You can’t move—not that you’d want to—but that grip, firm yet careful, holds you in a way that makes any attempt at resistance seem pointless.

His pace is unwavering and relentless as he buries himself deep inside you, pushing you closer to the edge. And still, those claws, now tracing over your thighs, press in—not quite painful, but enough to keep you balanced between pleasure and a hint of fear.

Slowly, you begin to believe the sweet nothings he whispers into your ear when you grow too quiet or threaten to slip away.

“You feel so tight, taking me so well.”

His growling voice carries you back each time, never letting you voyage too far.

“You were made for me.”

And even as the sensations rise, dizzying and overwhelming, you can’t help but surrender, bound by his body, his thrusts, his whispers—his claim.

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Here is a bit of what I have done so far for the sun wukong x reader, still gonna make some edits to what I have so far and add more to it later cause I did this during class in between presentations, but I hope you guys like what I have so far.

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What do you desire?

These words echoed in Y/N's head as they stood before the Jade Emperor beside Jason.

What did they desire?

As Jason told the Emperor that he wanted to go home, Y/N thought about New York.

Did they really want to go back there?

They didn't really have anything to go back there for.

No family, a miserable job, Jason was their only friend.

They didn't want to say goodbye to him, but they honestly didn't want to leave.

"And you?" The Jade Emperor's voice spoke up infront of them, causing them to snap back to reality.

Looking up, Y/N saw the smile on the Emperor's face.

They also notice Lu and the Monkey King watching from a bit away.

Lu was giving them a proud look, and the Monkey King was also giving them a proud look as well, but they noticed a hint of something else, something all too familiar to them.

Loneliness.

Making up their mind, they looked back to the Emperor with absolutely certainty.

"I want to stay."

When those words left their mouth, everyone started whispering, surprised to hear that they wanted to stay.

Even Lu and the Monkey King were surprised.

The Emperor was the only one that wasn't shocked by their answer, he gave them a smile as he placed a hand on their shoulder.

"If this is really what you want. We happily welcome you."

Y/N nodded as they gave a smile back.

"Thank you."

Looking to Jason, they pulled him into a tight hug.

"You take care of yourself Jason." They muttered as they felt tears fall.

Saying goodbye to him was very hard for them, especially since they knew him for years.

"You as well Y/N, I'll never forget you."

And with these parting words, Jason headed towards the cliff where the Jade Emperor would send him back to New York.

As Y/N watched Jason disapeared in white mist, they didn't notice the Monkey King walking up to their side.

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Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, thank you so much!

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I can’t wait to read your story! But please take your time. You can be sure that you’ll definitely have readers here whenever you’re ready.

In the meantime, I’ve got a little scene here that I just translated for you.

Brightly, the light of the rising sun breaks through the thick clouds, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. There, in the warmth of the dawn, you see him—his golden-yellow fur gleaming as though he were a part of the heavens themselves. Hard to believe—he is truly free. Freed from the cold, rigid stone that imprisoned him for so long, he now stands before you. Alive. For an instant, your heart seems to stop, only to race faster as he takes a step toward you, his eyes full of warmth and a silent promise. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you, firm and protective. He never wants to let you go again. Strong, yet gentle, his grip speaks of how deeply he has missed you. Letting all the tension fall from his shoulders, he lowers his head, resting his forehead softly against yours. In silence, you both remain, simply absorbing each other’s presence. Still, you notice the fresh, sweet scent clinging to him, reminiscent of ripe peaches, and it brings a trembling smile to your lips. Breathing you in, it seems, he closes his eyes, his lips slightly parted. A heartfelt, contented sigh escapes them, almost like a satisfied purr—a sound that soothes both him and you, wrapping you in calm. Gently, his lips then find yours, the touch so soft it feels like the quiet unveiling of all the words left unspoken. Warm and tender, it carries the weight of all the moments spent apart, a blend of longing and relief. A shiver courses through you, the sensation of being whole again overwhelming, while his grip tightens ever so slightly, as though afraid to let go. …afraid to lose you once more. Slowly, the kiss deepens, unhurried and timeless, every movement speaking of promises made and kept. And in that instant, the world falls away, and all that remains is the steady pull of his arms around you, grounding you both in a closeness that time, distance, and fate will never break again.

Was able to watch the forbidden kingdom on YouTube, and I frickin loved it, and now I wanna write some Sun Wukong x reader where the reader ended up in China with Jason and after the fight with the Jade Warlord, the reader stays in China while Jason goes back. And Sun Wukong has an interest in the reader.

Would you guys be interested in me writing this idea?

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Gently flickering, the incense stick ignites, barely more than a glow in the darkness, yet it spreads an unexpected warmth that drives away the cool evening breeze. Even before the Destined One, you had discovered the shrine in this labyrinth of snow. Carefully and almost reverently, he had then plucked a single hair, while you bowed your head in prayer. Now, the soothing fragrance drifts softly into the night, enveloping both of you.

Leaning closely together, you sit in this quiet, secluded corner of the world, accompanied only by the faint crackle of the burning incense. His arm rests heavy yet protective around your shoulders, his presence calming, like a silent promise of safety. It is a moment of rest, a pause before what still lies ahead. The thought of the journey fades, the longer you feel the warmth emanating from him and the shrine.

Slower, your breathing becomes, deeper, and before you know it, your eyes begin to close. Cradled in his arms, you find sleep in this precious stillness, as the world around you is gently wrapped in the peace of the night.

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Title: Stardust Pair (?) : Destined One / Reader ; The Great Sage's Broken Shell / Reader Summary: Your hands reach for the Destined One’s staff, shaking and unsteady, your movements. Yet, you cling to this fragile glimmer of hope. How to hold it, how to wield it—you do not know. Instinct alone drives you to swing it wildly, recklessly, toward your foe with all the remaining strength you can muster.

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Blazing, the eyes of the great sage's broken shell lock onto you, sharp and cold like those of a predator claiming its prey.

In his hand, the staff rests with an understated power, as though it is an extension of his being.

Slowly, deliberately, he moves toward you, each step a silent threat.

Breathlessly, you retreat, your body trembling, feet faltering under the weight of dread. But escape is futile.

Closer now, his presence overwhelms you, the heat of him pressing against your skin. His hand wraps around your throat, silencing the scream forming in your chest.

Piercing, his fiery gaze sears into your soul, unraveling you from within. In that instant, the truth is undeniable—you are his, utterly and irreversibly lost.

Hear me out!!! The Great Sage's Broken Shell can get it too, right? Right??? 👀👀👀 🙈🙈

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Hii I am a huge fan of your works, do you have a non-writing blog that we can also follow?

Hi! •ᴗ•

Trying not to scream -> I love your artworks. ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

I actually have a 'main account' ( @cute-angi ) where I mainly just reblog and like stuff.

Occasionally, a little snippet of my life comes through.

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The thin linen beneath your body offers little shield against the cold of the ground. It seeps through, unrestrained, causing a quiver to ripple through your muscles.

Swiftly, it is gently replaced by Wukong’s hands, gliding soothingly up your leg. His fingers trace a path of warmth, yet the sharp edge of his claws lingers—an unspoken reminder of how effortlessly he could break you.

As he leans forward, his warm breath grazes the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Pleasurable shivers dance down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body and igniting your skin with a tantalizing warmth.

Softly, his lips brush against your skin, and a quiet, involuntary moan slips from your mouth. You feel the corners of his lips curl into a grin—one that reveals his teeth, sharp and dangerous, yet restrained as they caress delicately over your flesh.

Impatiently, the tip of his tongue flicks against the chosen spot, as if he can barely contain his eagerness to taste you, hinting at what lies ahead.

Another kiss, a playful nibble, and your body responds instinctively—muscles tensing, breath faltering, as desire steadily builds within you.

Deep in your flesh, his teeth then sink, sending a flash of searing pain that, in the next breath, melds with the heat coiling low in your belly.

Your hands find his hair, fingers weaving into it, and your grip only encourages his jaw to clench more forcefully. His tongue glides over the wound, tasting your essence with a fervor that both savors and demands more.

Eventually, the pressure on your thigh subsides, but the longing he leaves in his wake burns deep within, insatiable.

Raising your eyes to meet his, you find yourself captivated by his wild, fiery gaze—flames that threaten to consume you whole.

“Mine,” he growls, before marking you as his once more.

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Firmly, his chest presses against your back, the heat of his body slowly seeping into yours, as though to claim you.

His hand glides over your throat, while his claws, sharp yet restrained, brush ever so lightly against your skin. So close to your pulse, you sense their lethal promise, even as his warm, steady breath dances over your ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, a strange gentleness lacing his words, an unsettling contrast to the silent danger in his touch.

Though his voice is softer than the true Sun Wukong’s, you yield wholly to the illusion, letting its shadowy embrace consume you.

Bending before you, the Great Sage moves with an unforgiving rhythm—swift, demanding. Each thrust more forceful than the last, while his claws sink deeper into the tender flesh of your hips. As shallow wounds open, a burning heat follows, and the warmth of your blood slowly trickles downward. Yet the pain feels strangely pleasant, drawing you deeper into the darkness, unleashing a relentless wave of pleasure that pulses through your body.

His counterpart’s grip tightens around your throat—not enough to steal your breath, but enough to remind you who holds control. Rough his lips graze your shoulder, followed closely by the sharp promise of his fangs, poised to pierce your skin.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice a velvet caress, as Wukong's thrusts grow more fervent, his claws burrowing deeper into your flesh and the line between pain and desire blurs completely.

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Picture yourself at the celestial court, in the position of your choosing, living your monotonous daily routine.

Suddenly, this charming monkey appears, constantly making you laugh as he flouts courtly etiquette with ease.

Dressed in splendid red armor, with magnificent phoenix feathers crowning his head, he approaches you with graceful steps.

With a theatrical bow, he begins his playful courtship...

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Robbing that final breath of hers—the Macaque's primal instinct urged him to.

Gleaming in the moonlight, his sharp claws had burned with the desire to wrap around her delicate neck, to squeeze. After all, against his raw strength, she stood no chance.

But then, after one hell of a battle, she had suddenly rushed toward him and began tending to his wounds, even though he had felt nothing. She had been injured herself, and the sweet scent of her warm blood overwhelmed his senses.

He could not tear his eyes away from the delicate red line that trailed from her forehead, down her cheek, and along the side of her neck.

In a trance-like state, he felt the pulsation of ecstasy, as if it existed outside her body, and he had to restrain the urge to draw close, not to waste a single drop. His disguise was almost shattering.

Since then, he had desired nothing more than to draw fear from every part of her being. To deceive her mind, lure her into safety, before claiming her.

He wanted to tear her apart and, as his reward, taste the metallic tang on his tongue, quenching his burning throat with her life essence.

The longing was overwhelming—every fiber of her being, her touch, her taste consumed him. He could almost feel her soft skin against his rough lips as he clenched his jaw, ready to bite down.