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If we were really sick and wukongs have to take care of us, how would they take care of us? 🤔

ALSO HI I hope I'm not bothering you!😔

No you would never bother me🤧🤒😷

(Lmk Wukong) Awww His poor little peaches is very sick and you always take care of him, so it's his turn. Wukong would buddle you up in thick blankets and taking your temperature making sure your fever wasn't serious. He would make sure you eat healthy food, and take cold medicine as he makes sure your comfortable in bed. He would make sure also cuddle you close as you both watch movies together and rest.

(HIB Wukong) The second he felt your flaming forehead he immediately went into action. Wukong immediately began to make tea and get medicine for you to get better. He would also put cold towels on your forehead to lower your fever, and gave you nice clean clothes. Wukong would care for you and do everything he can ro make sure you have a speedy and comfortable recovery.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh he would coo and coddle you during your cold. His poor little wifey was ill and he will have no problem taking care of you. He would hand feed you soup and make sure your drinking your tea, and taking cool baths for your fevered body. He would give you the full treatment to make sure you are well nursed back to health.

(MKR Wukong) Offff now he's sooo ass backwards when it came to your health. Whenever he gets sick you would forcibly might i add take care of him because his stubborn ass would just toughen it out, but the second you cough a bit he becomes a helicopter husband. He would make sure you take your medicine, eating soup and drink hot tea while making sure you don't come out of bed. Wukong takes his queens health very seriously and makes sure you get a speedy recovery.

(Netflix Wukong) oh god he gets dramatic and deathly worried whenever you get sick, it's like you told him you were dying soon😮‍💨. Wukong would go out of his way to make sure you had everything you need to battle this illness, whether it be natural remedies or healthy meals. Wukong overall would be very worried about you, he doesn't wanna lose you no he can't afford to lose you.

(BMW Wukong) Wukong takes your health incredibly serious, and making sure you get as much rest as possible. Now I imagine Since Wukong is smart when it comes to Herbs and natural remedies, especially to battle a cold. So here would make a routine schedule of you having medicine while taking bed rest, and having an healthy Meal. So safe to say your in good paws when it comes you your Husband Wukong.

(Destined one) Seeing your condition just breaks the Destined one's heart you know☹️ Looking all weak and lightheaded and worse of all stuffy and having a nasty fever. So your darling husband gets to work on helping you feel better, from Medicine and health meals to having you get lots of sleep and bed rest. You would feel better in no time, as his cuddles are a nice touch too.

(Lotmk Wukong) Awww His poor Queen is under the weather, and with that it's up to him to make her feel better. One thing for sure Wukong would bring you to the Village doctor to see how bad your illness is, and get what you need afterwards. Wukong would give you medicine and have you eat lots of healthy soup and drink hot tea. Then have you rest at the nearest inn as he cuddles you to give you lots of comfort, you would immediately feel better with this little angel's help and love.

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I want to read a story where one character says, "ok, weird way to propose, but yes," while the other one most definitely did not intend to propose.

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He is not sorry that I have not been active because life has been busy. So he is here to say that he is not sorry ✨ No, but really, being doing my master's + work is not bueno, but luckily, I will be graduating in spring! So, I hope after that, I will come back to the community to be more active! I miss you all, but know that yall are in my heart every day, and I have been stalking people's art :D

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Reunited

Relationship: Nezha Reborn!Sun Wukong X Female!Reader

AN: Was hit with the desire to write a little something for Nezha Reborn after finally getting a chance to watch it. The beginning does use some dialog directly from the movie, but it does diverge from canon.

When I mention reader shifting to a smaller form btw, I was picturing a shape similar to Chen Loong from Black Myth, a bipedal dragon form to walk around in.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Imprisonment, Reunions, Kissing, Not Canon Compliant, Female!Reader, Loong Dragon!Reader, Reader's dragon design is based off a lotus flower idea from another Wukong story I have in the works but you can imagine anything really

Summary: “Why would you hide yourself from him? Aren’t you on good terms?” Sun Wukong snorts behind his mask.

“We were. Then he stole something precious from me. I couldn’t risk stealing it back in case-…” He pauses in his steps. A growl leaves his throat, and Li realized he shared more in common with this living legend than he thought possible. The repressed fury he could feel emanating from the Monkey King was something he knew all too well.

Read it on AO3!

“The Dragon King thinks I’m hiding from my enemies…” Six Eared Mac-no…The Monkey King laughs as he drags Li closer to the wide pit in the center of the room, the carcass of Ao Bing sliding across the floor behind them. “But I’m just tired, don’t even remember where my golden cudgel is. The Dragon King doesn’t even know who I am, really.” Li Yunxiang looks at his mentor with confusion, letting himself be dragged around.

“Why would you hide yourself from him? Aren’t you on good terms?” Sun Wukong snorts behind his mask.

“We were. Then he stole something precious from me. I couldn’t risk stealing it back in case-…” He pauses in his steps. A growl leaves his throat, and Li realized he shared more in common with this living legend than he thought possible. The repressed fury he could feel emanating from the Monkey King was something he knew all too well. 

His mentor shakes his head before straightening.

“He knows better than to speak to the Monkey King after that, so I became Six Eared Macaque instead. At least then I could keep an eye on things.” Sun Wukong supports Li’s limping form as they come to a stop above the gaping hole in the ground. Li holds his throbbing stomach as he leans closer to see over the edge.

“Li Yunxiang, the red ribbon was your Astra. The Sky Ribbon.” With no effort his mentor throws the dragon corpse down the hole, and Li feels the breath get knocked out of him as his feet are suddenly lifted off the ground. He panics as the ledge gets further away, distantly aware that his mentor just picked him up and threw him. Before he can scream, the firm grip of Sun Wukong is on the back of his armor. He feels very much like a helpless kitten being held by the scruff of its neck over the hole stretching endlessly far below his dangling feet.

“This hole leads to the East Sea. Under a waterfall at the bottom is the palace of the Dragon King of the East. He keeps river dragons trapped there, harnessing their power for his Dragon Pearl. The thing is, river dragons need fresh water to live.”

The missing puzzle pieces slot into place in Li’s mind.

“So he stole Donghai’s water.” 

“Exactly.” With a forceful jerk, Li hits the ground, his mentor staring down at his kneeling form. “The Sky Ribbon is tethering those dragons into servitude.” Li feels remnants of his rage come back to him, his temper wanting to flare despite how exhausted he feels. His whole life, his family and friends and neighbors…All suffering from drought their whole lives so a dragon god can have even more power over the mortal world.

“It’s too bad, Li Yunxiang.” Sun Wukong ‘tsk’s where he stands above Li. “You can’t do anything about it. You are not Nezha.” His mask is suddenly much closer to Li, his words cutting like a knife. Li can’t stop staring at the hole before him.

“I’m not?” His voice is a whisper.

“Kid only appears when you’re murderous. But when you want to help others? Poof, nowhere to be seen.”

“But hey,” Sun Wukong leans away from his personal space, walking away like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like he doesn’t share the same rage Li holds in his heart, the fury he saw a glimpse of just moments ago. “If you were crazy enough to try and do something, knowing you’re not Nezha, keep an eye out for a river dragon with a connection to lotus flowers for me, yeah? Tell ‘em I said ‘hi’.”

And with those parting words, Li Yunxiang is left in the golden hall of the Dragon King.

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It’s cramped.

You need space. You need room. You need freedom.

Your kin swirl around and around in circles with you, constantly moving, don’t sit still, if you sit still it’s worse-

It’s cramped.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been trapped here but it’s agonizing.

You used to be so much bigger. You were ‘yourself’ once, a river all your own. Your foggy memories are filled with visions of a gleaming waterfall, parting like a curtain to reveal paradise in a cave. Flowers of all kinds found nowhere else in the realms, immortal fruit trees and monkeys, a stone palace you shared with…with someone…

It was home.

And then the years pass and you see new rivers, new places. They weren’t the same but they still felt like home because of him…

You want to go back!

You would give anything to be free of here, to escape this maddening claustrophobic bowl, to stop churning water with your kin. After so many years, you fear it won’t ever happen. It’s been so long…

A rumbling shakes your prison, and you hear your kin screech in joy. 

A crack. 

A crack just along the rim of your cell, you watch as two of your kin slip through and burst towards the heavens, roaring their fury and anguish at having been trapped for so long. You can feel the others around you pulling their own power, screeching and roaring to follow, but the crack is forced shut. You throw your body against it desperately when you pass by, before being swept into a new lap by the other dragons surrounding you. Each one pounds their talons against the crack, throwing their whole body weight into the motion, desperate for that chance at freedom.

It works, you can see the crack opening again, another outside force trying to close it, but another rumble of the earth and the tower holding your cell topples, unleashing you and your kin.

None of you waste time, bullying your way through the salty water of the Eastern Sea towards freedom, uncaring of the damage you wreak. 

Fresh air.

Fresh water!

Freedom!

You give a mighty roar to match your kind as you ride the waves towards shore, thrashing in your excitement.

A feeling settles in your gut, something telling you to still yourself, you can’t thrash wildly and let your power loose. There was something…something about the land…your power could harm them all, they were so delicate…

A roar to your right distracts you, and the feeling is buried under your fury and relief.

You don’t care, you want to get revenge on the one who trapped you, you want to fly high into the open air and never look back, you want to see him again-

A sudden tightness wraps around your throat, jerking you back from the shore, from where you need to be, stopping you from getting back to your river. A trail of red and gold fabric loops around your long body, along the serpentine bodies of your kin around you, and pulls.

You choke, roaring in anger at being denied still. You won’t go back! You won’t! The ribbon will have to choke and kill you before you are confined to that horrible prison once more-!

You see your kin get pulled back as well, but they are released in a motion that sends them towards the heavens, clouds and thunder meeting them with open arms. You scream, desperate for them, any one of them, to turn back and help you. You’re pulled further and further down despite your struggling, decades of non-stop swimming in too close quarters with hundreds of other dragons with no breaks or food has left you weak and weary. You cry once more, reaching towards the heavens with aching claws.

You just wanted to see him once more…

“A lotus dragon…” A voice speaks near you. Through your haze you see them below you, two tiny creatures standing on folds and folds of red ribbon. The fog in your mind clears just enough for you to recognize them as human.

Well, one of them is anyways.

Your eyes reveal the truth of one of them, fire and power coursing through mortal veins. You growl low in your throat, tugging uselessly at the red ribbon connecting you to them.

“Wait, please. I-...Sun Wukong asked me to say hello to you, on his behalf.” The name has you freezing in place, all struggle put on hold as you stare with wide eyes at the not-mortal below you. 

“W-Wukong…” You rasp. You feel the bonds holding you tight loosen as the clarity returns to your eyes. Sun Wukong…yes. Yes, that was him. You needed to see him again, you needed it-

“Whoa, I understand, I’ll take you! Just, calm down please.” You take a deep breath, realizing you are much closer to the humans than before, your muzzle all but knocking over the not-mortal as you demand to see Sun Wukong. The red ribbon and fire surrounds you on all sides, shooting towards the sky and crashing down on the surface of the water with all the fanfare of a God. You let the ribbon lift your tired form out of the sea with the two humans, only now noticing the infant water beast the female holds in her arms.

Memories return to you, slowly. Moving to Donghai City with Wukong so many years ago, the giant metal tower he picked out right next to a serene and peaceful river flowing through the city. No other river dragon had claimed the water as theirs, so you had made it your own. The two of you lived happily; going on shared picnics to your new river, running through the city to cause mischief or watch live shows and performances, playing for hours on end with Wukong’s monkey subjects. The late nights you would come into his workshop to find him passed out over some new human invention, coaxing him to finally come to bed with kisses and the promise of warm cuddles…

You had built a life together here, after millennia of happiness and love. 

That had all been ripped away from you when the Dragon King of the East Sea had summoned you to his court.

“Almost there.” The not-mortal said. You watched ahead, eyes trained on the stone shoreline. A vehicle was parked at the edge of the water, a lone figure leaning casually against the metal shape before standing at the sight of your group. You leaned forward eagerly, your massive head casting a shadow over the creatures on the ribbon below you.

You didn’t dare hope.

There’s no way he would know you were here, right?

The not-mortal huffs in amusement, and the red ribbon lowers to anchor on the stone shore. He offers a hand to his human companion to help her get down, but you don’t need such help. Your massive claws grip the smooth surface of wet stone easily as the waves behind you crash together once more to form the sea.

His smell is the first thing you recognize on the breeze.

You immediately run over to the figure, dressed head to toe in pink with gold jewelry - if you still doubted this was your Wukong, you didn’t anymore after seeing his outfit - and all but tackle him with your large form. The Monkey King squawks, almost losing his footing as you press your muzzle into his stomach, your long body coiling around him. It’s only with his extraordinary strength that he can hold his ground against your nuzzling, his hands gripping your scaled cheeks like a lifeline.

“Fuck, baby, it is you, fuck-” There’s a ‘clunk’ sound as metal hits the stone below your feet, a mask made of steel and wood bouncing as Wukong presses kiss after kiss to your own face. You shudder as you breathe in, tears streaming down your muzzle and mixing with the rain currently pouring from the sky. Your long, sensitive whiskers wrap around and around Wukong’s smaller body, memories of his smell and heat and touch flooding your mind as you relish having him hold you once again. He chitters and chirps as he nuzzles back, his claws digging into your scales like you’ll disappear again if his grip loosens. The not-mortal steps close to you both, confident and self-assured.

“I got my astra back. And your girlfriend.” He steps closer, staring Wukong in the eyes. “I am Nezha.” And with that he turns and walks up the stone steps with his companions.

You glance at him, the red ribbon wrapped tight around his forearm.

Nezha.

Wukong must find the expression on your face funny, because he laughs. Gripping one of your whiskers, his other hand flicks a metal rod with a pair of dangling keys on it towards the other god.

“Make sure to bring it back in one piece. Need it to show my girl a good time.” Wukong snarks, and Nezha snatches the keys out of the air with hardly a glance.

“Got it.” He settles onto the seat of a motorcycle, black leather and studs gleaming in the sunlight, his companions settling behind him on the seat. As they drive away, you wrap yourself further around your monkey.

“That’s your ride?” You mumble into the warm fur of his neck. You feel his cackle as it ripples through his chest. His tail tickles your under arm where it wraps around your bicep.

“Yeah, you like it baby?” His lips press against your forehead, right at the base of one of your antlers. You realize you’ve been purring nonstop since you circled around him.

“It looks amazing, very hot.” You tease, a familiar habit you haven’t been able to participate in for years now. The wave of nostalgia and comfort that washes over you brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes.

“Gonna take you on so many joyrides, baby. All the time, whenever you want. Just-fuck, just don’t leave me again-” Wukong grips your antlers with both hands, burying his face into the scales of your forehead. You feel the warm, wet fur of his cheeks and realize he’s crying just as much as you are.

“I won’t, I promise-...I’m so sorry my love…” You whimper into his stomach, inhaling the familiar smell of wood, stone, and peaches. The pink fabric of his suit feels soft against your muzzle. You heard him choke on a sob above you.

“No, I’m supposed to be sorry. You were trapped down there and I couldn’t-I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t risk him hurting you but I should have done something, anything-” Your heart breaks at his words. You muster up what little magic your exhausted form has and shift, growing smaller to fit in his arms. You straighten up, standing on your back feet with your tail circling around the waist of your Monkey King to pull him closer to your chest. Your dragon nature is still on full display, but this form is easier to maneuver in when living in a world meant for humans. Now smaller, you bring your claws up to cup Wukong’s fuzzy cheeks, your thumbs wiping away the tears still dripping down to his chin. 

You press your lips to his own, finally getting a proper kiss after so long. You don’t care about the rain pouring down on top of you, you don’t care that his lips are salty from his tears and your own, you don’t care. Not when you’re finally back together. When you pull away, Wukong gives a high-pitched chirp of protest, immediately pressing more kisses along the length of your jaw and long, winding neck.

“You got Nezha back. You got him to help, that’s enough-it’s more than enough…” Your voice is breathy and light, the feeling of Wukong’s lips pressing against you feels so good, you rumble with purrs at the feeling.

“Stars above, I almost forgot how beautiful you are. My peach, my flower…so beautiful…” Sun Wukong purrs against your scales, kisses interrupted by praise and compliments you happily try to return.

“Can we-” Another kiss, “go home?” Another kiss against the base of your sensitive whisker, and your whole body shudders in response. “I want to go home with you, my King.”

Your words have an effect on the Monkey King; his fur fluffing up, pupils dilating and contracting rapidly as he swings your legs out from under you. Your weight is nothing to him, and you loop your arms around his shoulders, claws digging into the pink fabric hiding him from you. Within moments you’re both floating on a cloud and away from the rock shore of the Eastern Sea and to your shared home.

“Anything for you, love.” Wukong whispers his promise, followed by another kiss as he carries you away.

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Nezha!Wukong saving his sweetheart from demons and tells them ‘This ass is mine!’

His hidden eye version! They're red!

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"Мерзкий тигр! Мало того, что народ терроризирует, так ещё и рубаху порвал! Ну, хоть накидка из него хорошая вышла."

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I’m doing what I promised in the poll I did while back 🙏🏾🙏🏾 W.I.P

Wukong during his glory days before the furnace and imprisonment.(I’m so proud how the armor came out).

Angel is waiting for him on flower fruit mountain 😌

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Alright you FREAKS/aff,come get your Monkey King🍑🍑✨✨

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Ive seen people drawing my Wukong a lot! I'd thought to release his reference, incase anyone else wanted to! Dw about drawing him wrong, i mean i havent released his design till now lmao. I also tweaked some stufff

Sun Wukong - 2nd Half

" The more mature one's mind is, the more it changes one's body"

Left Suklha for a few months in order to properly focus on his journey and self improvement.

Has a hard exterior but is actually clingy, very smug, good at poetry but has a hard time making it (writers block ahh)

He's easygoing but Blunt, Cynical, has a hard time lying if it doesn't benefit him, Bad humor (like a dad's joke)

Still short, just know how to dress to make himself taller. (Also he's a bit chubby)

Crafty as hell. prepares necessities for the group, sew a centipede pattern on his garment.

Very proud of his healing journey. He ate better, posture isnt as bad as before, scars are healing, little nightmares but not as bad as before! He can hear through his sleep though.

Still has trauma of his family/monkeys he know is gone due to his actions (more like Erlang burning the mountain down) thus VERY clingy with Suklha. Is learning to be more independent now.

A rehabilitating workaholic.

If angered, his mouth and eyes release a sort of magma out of it, theres small sparks of fire and smoke every time he talks. His fur turns into a darker, almost cool hue with red tips.

His head is shaped like a gourd, hence why he grew his hair around it to hide thr shape.

If u noticed, his headband has a gap at the center. Suklha altered it a little back then as a way to make Wukong stop stalking her (he didn't)

His tail is so wild after not using it for years, he even accidentally stole a bracelet!

He loves his wife. A lot.

So much so, he wrote "if you dont have anything to say, atleast spit on the letter and send it to me" and sent 6 of those to Suklha.

"I will leave such an imprint on you that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me to understand you"

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Teacher Tigress (=මᆽම=) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

: ̗̀➛ You were there, in the shadows, listening to every word, feeling the ground crumble beneath your feet.

: ̗̀➛ Wukong knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t manipulate you, but he chose to plant the idea in Sanzang’s mind, knowing it would change everything.

: ̗̀➛ "She’s letting her emotions take over," he said, without hesitation. "If she keeps going like this, she won’t be able to follow the true path."

: ̗̀➛ You waited for Sanzang to argue, to defend you. To say that your path was just different, not wrong.

: ̗̀➛ But his silence hurt more than any answer.

: ̗̀➛ "Maybe this is what's best for her," Sanzang finally said, almost as if trying to convince himself.

: ̗̀➛ That was enough to decide your fate.

: ̗̀➛ You wanted to scream, step out of the shadows and demand an explanation. But your voice died before reaching your lips.

: ̗̀➛ Wukong didn’t look back when Sanzang announced it was time to move on without you. But you saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his tail twitched anxiously. He knew he had hurt you.

: ̗̀➛ You stood there, feeling the weight of abandonment crush you.

: ̗̀➛ They left without a final word to you. Without hesitation. As if they had never known you.

: ̗̀➛ You didn’t beg to stay. You didn’t ask "why?". You just watched the dust settle on the path they took, carrying away everything you once knew.

: ̗̀➛ You wondered if any of them looked back. If, for just a moment, they hesitated.

: ̗̀➛ But even if they had, it didn’t change the fact that they moved on without you.

: ̗̀➛ Time passed, and you forced yourself to grow without them. To fight without them. To exist without them.

: ̗̀➛ Then, one day, Wukong stood before you again.

: ̗̀➛ He smiled, as if he still knew you, as if nothing had changed.

: ̗̀➛ But the look you gave him was worse than any blow he had ever taken.

: ̗̀➛ “You knew.” Your voice was cold, sharp. “And you still did it.”

: ̗̀➛ For the first time, Wukong had no words. Because, deep down, he knew you were right.

༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔:･ ༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔:･

: ̗̀➛ The wind howled at the mountain’s peak. You stood there, arms crossed, watching the landscape, trying to ignore the presence approaching behind you.

: ̗̀➛ "So... is this how it’s gonna be?" Wukong’s voice carried that same carefree tone as always, but there was something heavier beneath it.

: ̗̀➛ You didn’t turn around. "If you think I’m just going to forget, you’re dead wrong."

: ̗̀➛ Silence. For a moment, you almost believed he had left. But of course, he wouldn’t.

: ̗̀➛ "I don’t expect you to forget," he finally said, and the seriousness in his voice caught you off guard. "I just... wanted to see you."

: ̗̀➛ You closed your eyes, feeling anger simmer beneath your skin. After everything, he thought he could just show up and act like you were still the same?

: ̗̀➛ "You’ve seen enough," you replied coldly.

: ̗̀➛ "Hey, no need to be so dramatic." He chuckled, but when you finally turned to face him, the laughter died in his throat.

: ̗̀➛ Your gaze was sharp, filled with everything you never got the chance to say. "You broke something you can’t fix, Wukong."

: ̗̀➛ He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I know..."

: ̗̀➛ You wanted him to say more. To explain. To do anything other than act like this was just another passing storm.

: ̗̀➛ "Then why are you here?"

: ̗̀➛ He hesitated before answering. "Because after all this time, I finally realized that what I did wasn’t just about the right path."

: ̗̀➛ Your breath hitched for a moment.

: ̗̀➛ "I was scared," he continued. "Of losing you. Of you walking a path where I couldn’t reach you."

: ̗̀➛ Something twisted inside your chest. "And in the end, you pushed me away yourself."

: ̗̀➛ Wukong forced a small, sad smile. "Yeah. I was a genius, wasn’t I?"

: ̗̀➛ The silence between you stretched on. The wind still howled, carrying the weight of unspoken words.

: ̗̀➛ You didn’t know if you were ready to forgive him. You didn’t know if you ever would be.

: ̗̀➛ But for the first time, he wasn’t running. He wasn’t laughing it off, dodging the problem.

: ̗̀➛ Maybe, just maybe, this was a start.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . to be continued

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✨️Sunshine✨️

The sun was especially annoying today.

Not because it was too hot or too bright—but because it was talking.

"Good morning, oh lovely, lonely deity!" Sun Wukong flopped onto the grass beside you, hands behind his head, legs crossed, as if he absolutely belonged there. "Enjoying the day, the view, my magnificent presence?"

You sighed. "I was enjoying the silence."

"Silence is overrated." He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a tiny monkey appeared, offering you exotic fruits. You refused, but the little creature insisted, balancing a tangerine on its head with a defiant expression.

"I didn’t ask for this."

"You don’t have to ask," Wukong said, winking. "I know what you need."

You eyed him suspiciously. "And what do I need?"

He grinned, utterly smug. "Me."

The audacity! You almost choked on your own breath. But before you could respond, he rolled closer, propping his chin on his hand and looking at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the universe.

"Admit it," he went on, shamelessly. "Your heart beats just a little faster when I show up, doesn’t it?"

"That’s called irritation."

"No, no, no..." He tapped his own chest dramatically. "It’s excitement. I can tell."

You covered your face with your hand, trying to hide a smile. Wukong scooted even closer, his tail lazily swaying behind him.

"Look" he said, softer now. "I know you like being alone. But being with me is almost the same thing, isn’t it? I’m a natural phenomenon. Like the sun. You can just pretend I’m an unavoidable part of existence."

He leaned in a little more. "And, let’s be honest… the sun is good for you."

You rolled your eyes, but your face felt warm. Damn, smug monkey.

.

.

.

The silence lasted exactly three seconds.

"You're blushing."

"I'm not."

"You are." Wukong pointed to his own face, making circles in the air. "Right here. Warm like a peach in the sun."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "That's because the sun is especially annoying today."

"Oh, so you admit it! I’m the sun in your life!" He flashed a huge grin, sharp canines glinting. "What an honor, what a privilege! I’m going to cry."

He pretended to wipe away a tear, while the little monkey beside him let out a chittering sound that suspiciously resembled a mocking laugh. Little traitor.

"If you're waiting for me to melt in your arms, I’m sorry to inform you that you'll be waiting forever." You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the fact that Wukong was now lying on his stomach, feet swinging in the air like he was the most comfortable person in the world.

"I'm patient." He winked. "I'm immortal, remember? I can wait."

"Great. You’ll be waiting sitting down."

"Like this?" He sat cross-legged in front of you, his tail curling around his ankle. "Or would you rather I wait standing? Upside down? I can do that too."

Before you could stop him, Wukong performed an acrobatic flip and landed on his head, balanced on a single fingertip.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small chuckle. He was insufferable. But, you admitted, he was a fun kind of insufferable.

Wukong flipped back onto his feet and tilted his head, analyzing your face with those ever-mischievous, shining eyes. "You like me."

"I don’t."

"You do."

"Wukong."

"Yes, dear?"

"If you don’t shut that mouth right now, I—"

"You’re going to kiss me?" He interrupted, eyes narrowing with pure cheekiness.Your brain froze. Your body froze. Your pride screamed. But more than anything, your soul wanted to laugh. The audacity of this monkey truly knew no bounds.

So you let out a dramatic sigh and leaned in just a little, just enough to see his eyes widen before whispering:

"Not in a thousand years."

He blinked. Then, slowly, he smiled—like he was savoring every word you had just said.

"Challenge accepted."

[lotusloong]

y’all ever have f/os that have gone through some shit™️ and as a result you want to give them infinite amounts of love and support and not in an “I want to fix you” way but rather an “I want you to heal and be happy and feel loved” kinda way

[lotusloong]

May I please request LMK wukong snuggling a really tall y/n?

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He's so cute when he's a widdle fella~!

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[lotusloong]

My Mate

Relationship: Sun Wukong/Destined One X Female!Reader

AN: Alrighty first fic I managed to finish for Sun Wukong! Takes place during the game Black Myth Wukong, with slight spoilers for the ending. This is PWP tho, so it's not actually talked about, it's just mentioned about the true nature of the destined one.

Tags: Smut, Slight Gore, Blood, Slight Implications of NonCon, Its done by a demon who is very much dead and isn't graphic but the idea is still there, Jealousy, Possessiveness, True Love, Mates, Slight Freak4Freak, reader and her monkey husband are weird for each other and Bajie suffers for it

Summary: When a demon threatens to take you away, your mate needs to reassure himself you won't be going anywhere.

Read it on AO3!

“Maybe I’ll take your little friend there, make her my wife. I’m sure she’d appreciate the power a real demon can offer her.”

The yaoguai who dared speak such crude words about you was nothing but a red smear across the dirt when your companion was done with him. Panting and sweaty, the suspected reincarnation of the Monkey King stood with his sharp canines bared at the pile of gore at his feet before turning to you. You sheathed your own weapon, relief flooding your veins now that the threat was gone. Your companion took one step closer to you, then another and another, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. 

“My love…?” You spoke, keeping your voice soft to not provoke him.

You didn’t believe for one moment that he would hurt you, but you didn’t enjoy seeing him so upset either. You had been told long ago that you were the reincarnation of the Monkey King’s mate, his queen who died of heart break not long after your husband. You had always carried doubts in your mind growing up, until you met the Destined One himself. 

It had been like a piece of yourself long thought lost had found its way home, and you adamantly stayed by his side from that moment on. It didn’t matter if your enemies or companions doubted, you knew in your soul that the monkey demon you travelled with was the Great Sage reborn. The connection you felt was strong, but that didn’t mean you knew everything about each other immediately. You found yourself still learning the quiet ways he communicated with the world around him, and you had never seen him this upset until now.

The yaoguai had been doing everything he could to upset your companion, eager to dig under his skin and see the rumored Great Sage angry. A mistake on his part, as the moment he started talking about you, stealing you away to do unspeakable things, the Destined One had seen nothing but red. With a flash of magic, the enemy had been frozen in place, and you watched in awe as your lover stalked toward them. And as casually as swatting a fly, had ripped the still beating heart out the demon’s chest. The beating that came after was brutal and unnecessary, turning the already dead monster into paste for daring to speak of you in such a way. As you sat in the tree line with your weapon drawn for defense, all you could do was watch in silence. 

It was the most erotic thing you have ever seen.

Watching the strong, proud form of your lover turn red as he snarled and growled, pristine armor glinting in the light as it was dirtied for you, had you soaking your underwear in record time.

You had been expecting him to come back to his senses when the fight was won, but still he stalked towards you like a predator. You tried to speak despite the breathless feeling stirring in your gut.

“Th-than-” A bloody hand from your mate rose and cupped your cheek, your eyes fluttering closed at how gently he held you. “Thank you…” You managed, nuzzling further into his palm, uncaring of the sticky red liquid smearing across your cheek. With a squeak you felt yourself being pushed backwards into a tree, the strong form of your mate pushing his heaving chest against yours. You hiked one leg up to wrap around his hips, his free hand immediately cupping your thigh and digging his claws into your soft flesh. You could feel his claws prick your skin and knew you would have bruises in the shape of his hand to fawn over later.

Lips were pushed against yours, and with your gasp sharp canines dug into your lower lip, teasing but never cutting the delicate skin. You whimper and bring your own hands to his shoulders, tugging and pulling at the thick layers of armor he wears for battle. Your fingers can just barely rub against the soft fur underneath and you grind your hips against his desperately. Even with the thick leather padding over his waist, you can feel your mate’s cock straining underneath the layers.

He growls into your kiss, his tongue pulling away from yours as he breaks the kiss for much needed air. You puff as a thin strand of saliva bridging your lips together snaps under its own weight. Your pussy throbs in time with your heartbeat as you look into your monkey’s gold eyes, hazy with lust and pleasure. The hand cupping your thigh pushes you off his hips, much to your displeasure, and the one cupping your cheek pushes back to tangle into your hair. You don’t care that blood gets into your locks, staining it red and sticky, when your mate tugs and pulls your head back to bare your throat. You whimper, pleased at the feeling of his teeth suddenly nipping at the skin there.

“Fucking pathetic demon…” Your mate growls where his lips are pressed against you. “Thinking he can take what’s mine…” You mewl in response to his words. It’s rare when the Destined One speaks, and yet you’ve heard his voice more than anyone currently living.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him-” You start to say, but are cut off by a sharp tug to your hair. Your back arches into his chest, your breasts pushed against the unrelenting metal of his armor. With another jerk to your hair and his hand at your waist, you're suddenly facing the tree you had been backed into. Your hands steady you against the rough bark as you feel your mate’s warmth press against the length of your back. His claws dig under your top and waist band to grip the edge of your pants and underwear. With a rough jerk, the cloth is pulled below the line of your ass cheeks. You moan and hide your face against the bark of the tree, your blush burning at full force.

You’re in the middle of the wilderness, covered in blood, with your pants pulled down for your mate to see. The last thing you want to do is stop. In fact, you want those bloody claws from your mate to grip your hips and fuck you senseless right here against this tree.

“Continue.” He growls from behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see him kneeling in the dirt, his face level with your ass. You spread your legs further apart, as much as you can with your pants still on, bending to push your hips out closer to his face.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him!” You mewl at the feeling of his hot breath against the leaking of your cunt. “I would have fought and, and-I would have found my way back to you!” You cry.

“Good girl.” Your mate growls, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your uncovered pussy. You moan in appreciation, wiggling your hips in invitation for more. The monkey demon takes it, pressing his mouth against your pussy and immediately attacking your clit with his tongue. You gasp and bow your head, leaning heavily against the tree as your knees grow weak. It’s followed by the feeling of that same tongue moving towards your fluttering hole, teasing it with licks before going back to your clit in patterns that leave your head spinning. He sucks hard at the pink flesh, and you cry out, pressing back against his face desperately for more.

He rewards you with more, licking and biting the soft inner flesh of your thighs to give your fluttering cunt a quick reprieve before diving back in like a man starved. Your slick coats the inside of your legs, dripping down the legs of your pants and all over your mate’s furry face as he nuzzles the lips of your cunt in a lewd display of affection. You whimper when his tongue enters you again, wiggling as the heat in your gut builds and builds. Just when you think you’re about to tip over the edge, finally get that sweet release of cumming all over your mate’s skillful tongue, he pulls away.

“No!” You cry, looking over your shoulder, wide eyed and desperate for him to not leave you like this. To your relief the reborn Monkey King drapes himself over your bent form again after hastily shoving the armor covering his cock out of the way. You sigh in relief at the feeling of him, the heat from his hard cock pressing against your dripping pussy as he pants in your ear.

“Patience, my future queen.” He coos, his claws digging into the soft flesh of your waist and roaming over the expanse of your back and tummy as he pulls you closer. You give a happy wiggle of your ass in response, biting your lower lip in anticipation. The Destined One hisses at the feeling of your hips pressing against his own, your slick smearing against his skin and fur.

“Patience!” He hisses in your ear again. You giggle and deliberately grind your ass against the thick cock nestled between your cheeks. Your mate hisses and pulls back from you just enough to reach a hand between your bodies.

Your teasing is rewarded with a hard, sudden thrust into your soaked entrance, and your back arches hard as you scream to the heavens. Your breath is knocked from your lungs as your mate sets a hard, fast pace to punish you for your cheek.

You aren’t complaining, the sudden stretch combined with the relentless pounding against the spongy spot in your pussy making you go limp in your mate’s arms and lean further against the tree. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, getting fucked like a whore in the middle of the woods by your lover.

“Fu-uck, say it again. Say you’re mine…that you’re my mate.” He growls into your ear, and you can do nothing but hiccup and try to do what he commands.

“I-...I’m your-...yourssss-fuck-” You cry, drool dripping down your chin as you pant and moan for your lover. His face nuzzles close to your neck, his relentless pace not slowing down. The slick sound of his cock inside you echoes through the trees. 

“That’s ri-ight, fuck! You’re mine, my mate…Gonna make you my queen-” A shiver rakes through your body at the thought of marriage, and he hisses at the squeeze of your cunt. “No matter the time, no matter how long-you’re mine. Always-”

You moan as his teeth sink into the warm skin of your neck, the pain sending tingles of pleasure through you. You’ve lost the ability to speak anymore, babbling nonsense that you hope he understands as pleads and thanks as he fucks you thoroughly. 

You can feel your earlier climax building back up, the heat in your lower belly building as your mate loses himself in you. Just a little more-

“Monkey!? Monkey!? Mistress!? Where the hell did those two go?” The sound of Bajie’s voice makes you freeze, your cunt squeezing tight around your mate and making his hips stutter in their pace. He doesn’t stop though, picking right back up at the punishing pace despite the voice of your traveling companion standing a clearing away from discovering you.

Your mate’s cock hits a deep spot inside you, and your pleased cry is cut off by a rough, scarred hand clamping tight over your lips. 

“N-not stopping, need you to cum for me-” His voice is breathless against your neck, and you clench down once more. The thrill of being discovered has your climax rushing forth. You just need-

Sensing what you want, like always, your mate’s free hand moves in between the front of your thighs, circling your swollen clit. Within moments you break, your climax rushing over you like a tidal wave. Your muscles seize up as your cunt throbs around the cock still fucking into it, your knees going weak with pleasure. You would have hit the ground were it not for your mate, who holds your weight up in his arms and against the tree as he finally reaches his own peak. Hot, viscous cum floods your womb as his teeth dig into your shoulder again, his groan of pleasure loud and clear.

You both pant for breath as aftershocks ripple through you, lingering waves of pleasure dying down as you relax. Your mate holds you close, his teeth put away as he nuzzles and kisses the curve of your jaw. Your own shaking hand leaves the tree to cup his cheek, holding him closer to you. Your foreheads press together as you breathe each other in, and you can see your mate’s tail giving pleased flicks where it curls high in the air above you both.

“What was-Oh by the gods above!” Bajie’s voice cuts through the tender moment, and you both startle. Your mate reacts first, using his own body to shield your nakedness from the pig yoaguai’s eyes as you try not to scream. Bajie already has a hand covering his eyes as he turns away from the view you and your mate make.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes! Is that a dead demon!? Fuck Monkey, what the hell!?” Your mate growls in response to Bajie’s words, pulling away from you just enough to pull your clothing back up, covering your intimate areas from view. You blush at the feeling of cum leaking out into your underwear as you stand up straight. By the smug look on the Destined One’s face, he’s aware of your thoughts. He ties his own armor back into place with a sniff before pulling you into his side. His claws settle around your waist to help keep you steady on your still trembling knees.

“I-it’s okay Bajie…we’re decent.” You manage to mumble despite your embarrassment. The pig peaks through his fingers at your words before dropping his hand completely from his muzzle.

“Alright, what happened? Who fucks over a corpse?” Bajie grunts, looking at the bloody smear still ground into the dirt a little ways away from your tree.

“He was…He threatened to take me away. Make me his wife.” You mumble. You feel your mate’s grip tighten around you, a snarl present on his lips at the memory.

“So when he’s dead you fuck next to his body while covered in his blood?” You look off to the side, not feeling at all guilty. You’re mostly embarrassed that Bajie walked in on you both.

“No one is taking my mate from me. No one.” Your love growls, tail flicking in irritation at the thoughts.

“You two freaks deserve each other. Just as bad as 500 years ago.”

[lotusloong]

When the monkey Kings catch a cold, who toughs it out by saying, "Its no bid deal," despite having a high fever, stuffy nose and nasty cough and who are the ones who go full man-cold mode? All the melo-drama, bemoaning how weak they feel and milking as much of their s/o's bedside manner as they can.

Awwww poor Sick little Monkie🤒🤒🤒🤧🤧🤧

(Lmk Wukong) HIS DRAMATIC ASS WOULD DEFINITELY MILK THIS FOR ALL IT'S WORTH! he would lay in bed surrounded by tissues whining to you his darling wife about his poor condition. He'll be like wifey is that you??? And acting like he's dying like those soap operas with some rich relatives of the main protagonists. Fortunately he has you to take care of him, unfortunately for you, prepare for him to be even more clingy then usual if that's even possible.

(MKR Wukong) Of course he would toughen it up dispite his condition, he feels he can't afford to rest considering he has his master and most importantly you to take care of. That is until he passed out due to his deathly high fever, thankfully you told master tripikata in advance about Wukong's cold and there for stayed with one of the villages doctors. Wukong hates how he feels both sick and embarrassed, but at least he has you to bring him soup and medicine.

(NR Wukong) Ok......this for him he can go either way actually, I mean if he were to be sick I imagine he took care of himself alot. Though now that he has a beautiful wife, Aka you he can lay around all he wants. He would use his cold to stick and cling to you without repercussions, and you would come with his favorite food and medicine to help him. This is the only good thing out of him being sick...getting even more time with you.

(HIB Wukong) Oh yeah, he forces himself to tough it out absolutely he can't rest for one moment. After all, he has 2 kids to raise. One that doesn't exactly know what strange danger is, and the other who knows exactly what stranger danger is but doesn't give a sh*t. Then there is you, his darling wife he has his responsibilities of being a good husband to you, and finally trying to keep pigsy from doing something stupid. You would have forced him to rest before he officially burns himself out.

(Netflix Wukong) Ok wow i never thought i would say this, but he's both at the same time. At first, he must have been forced to have tough it out because he needed to take care of himself. Though now that he trapped you in the marriage, he can be the second most dramatic ass all he wants now that he has you to take care of him. He would give you sad puppy dog eyes, making himself look pitiful to you, as he coughs looking weak. It helps that he's always uses his baby face to get extra cuddles.

(BMW Wukong) The 3rd most dramatic ass of the list, but he also takes advantage of it. He would lay there and complain about his condition and how crappy he feels, and if only he had an cute monkey wife to nurse him back to health, but he's lucky to have you take care of him. Though over time He would slowly get on your nerves at times, however it's also a bit funny considering he always acted big and bad. Now the cold he has seems to put him in a near early nonexistent grave and he would quietly pout about it.

(Destined one) Oh your silent Husband would definitely try to tough it out, especially since he didn't want to burden you. Though you would smile and bring him to the nearest doctor, to finally get some care. You would give him cuddles after wrapping him up in thick blankets, and feed him soup and giving him his medicine. The Destined one would blush and smile as you take care of him so well.

(Lotmk Wukong) Ohhhhh poor baby, he'll try to tough it out to look strong for you, but he's cold is clearly making him miserable. You wasted no time making sure your sweet Little monkey had all the love and care in the world. Warm soup, cold medicine, fluffy blankets and anything else he would ask for. Of course he would feel so bad about it because he's making you work so hard, however with enough affection he'll see that it was no problem for you at all.

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