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[lotusloong]

I keep thinking of ideas for Celestial Primate!Reader who is specifically the Long Armed Gibbon (I only wish gibbons had tails, why don't they have TAILS-!)

But the description given to us in Journey to the West is this:

The third is the Long-Armed Gibbon [Tongbi yuanhou, 通臂猿猴], who can

Seize the sun and the moon,

Shorten a thousand mountains,

Distinguish the auspicious from the inauspicious,

And manipulate planets and stars.

And I can so easily see Tang Monk and his disciples traveling and stumbling upon you, living comfortably in your own tree, perhaps a banyan grove? You're able to distinguish auspicious from inauspicious, which I would interpret as being able to perceive lucky decisions from unlucky ones. Perhaps this means you even have ties to fortune telling since you can also manipulate planets and stars.

Somehow, you end up traveling with the group, growing close to them, and even acting as a sort of advisor. Wukong jokes at first that you're a good luck charm for them, but over time realizes he actually means it. He has the power to change destiny, but it really helps having someone who can help find fortune.

I don't know when it would happen exactly but if you ever end up needing to change into your true form, similar to other celestials and Wukong himself, I can so clearly see what it would look like.

Your right eye is the sun, blinding and too bright to look at for long, sparking solar flares with every blink. Your left eye is the moon, waxing and waning with every blink, with every turn of your head. Stars and stardust cover your fur, your arms strong enough to pull mountains closer, long enough to reach the planets. The first time Wukong sees you like this, everything in him freezes, only able to stare with wonder at your true self.

It's a jaw dropping contrast to your usual self, so grounded and calm, small and kind to those around you. This doesn't mean you aren't cheeky yourself however, you just keep it under better wraps than Wukong. The first he sees you act this way is when Bajie is trying to not so subtly steal Wukong's snacks from their luggage. Wujing left it unattended to find water, and Bajie was trying to take advantage. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath his skin Wukong had decided to let the pig try and steal his things. It was as good a reason as any to give the other a good drubbing that Master wouldn't scold him for.

Instead, under his watchful gaze, Wukong sees you raise one of your long arms and quick as a whip smacks Bajie upside the head from across the campsite. The pig shrieks at the action, falling over himself and panicking that Wukong is standing above him, insisting that he ‘wasn't taking anything! Honest!’ only to see Wukong sitting still at the base of a tree, looking unbothered. The pig makes a hasty retreat, looking terrified.

Wukong shares a look with you, your calm facade breaking as you snicker into your hands.

‘Fuck.’ He thinks. He could actually very easily fall in love with you.

[lotusloong]

am i so deep into the hole of hyperfixating on a monkey that i made a cute card thing to put in those card holders?

yep

am i ashamed of it ?

nope!!!

im sharing it t o you guys so you can have cute monkeys as well next to you IRL !!!

you just have to credit me if you decide to print it and show it :3

[lotusloong]

🫢 I think I just found actual footage of a shapeshifted Sun Wukong on his way to steal yo girl 🤔

Edit: for anyone that doesn't know spider monkeys are very possessive and if they like you and wanna hangout with you they'll try to take you somewhere else to hangout alone 🥹

[lotusloong]

Sorry to the person who requested this! I accidentally deleted it.

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[lotusloong]

I dare ask for how certain SWKs would react if they and their SO were getting hot and heavy, only to be interrupted by one of their cubs needing something. Whether its a baby needing to be fed/changed, a nightmare soothed, or a restless cub wondering why Baba and Mama are wrestling at this hour?

I feel like Netflix Monkey King would be the most pouty - since now he has to wait longer for smooches

Alright so, these are too long and detailed to be considered headcanons, but too short to be considered full drabbles so…just take em.

I did try to get BMW and NGNR Wukong in here but…I sadly just ran out of steam for it. I hope the ones I did do are satisfactory and that you enjoy!! Warning for spicy moments and some smut. I don’t know why but I was real horny when writing HiB’s…

Includes MKR, LMK, Netflix, and HiB!

MKR Wukong -

Your lips taste like peaches and coconut wine, and Wukong thinks he could become addicted very quickly, if he wasn't already.

The blanket under you feels soft, keeping the itchy spring grass from both you and the picnic spread out around you. You had both been swamped these past few days with meetings and gatherings and celebrations, the two of you had so little time to yourselves lately. The burdens of Buddhahood and being royalty, he supposed.

But that didn’t matter right now. 

You were under him, his hands trailing patterns up and down your skin, working your robes off at a slow, methodical pace. He was in no rush to unwrap you, his lips on yours as your bodies rocked together, heat building between you both. One of your legs was already hooked over his hips, his tail wrapping tight around your calf in response to keep it there. He could feel the heat of your core pressing against him, the smell of your arousal intoxicating.

Forget manfruits, forget immortal peaches and immortal elixir - you were his favorite thing to devour. 

He pulls away from your lips with a gasp, a shudder raking its way down his spine. You push your chest closer to his, your arms pulling him further down on top of you, desperate for more closeness. You can feel the length of his cock pressing against you, giving your aching cunt something to grind against despite your clothing.

“Wukong…” You whisper his name, and he responds by burying his face into your neck, the black markings of his eyes hidden against your skin. He could spend hours like this, sitting with you under him, at his mercy and whimpering his name in the sweetest way…

“Baba! Mama!” A tiny voice wails from the surrounding trees, and the two of you freeze right where you are. Wukong’s head shoots up, alert and glaring, recognizing the sound of your little one in distress.

“Baabaaaa-!” The second cry sounds even more distraught, and in an instant Wukong is lifting the two of you up, gripping your arm and dragging you to where the noise is coming from. You follow without complaint, your eyes wide and fearful at the sound of your firstborn calling all by themselves. Where is their twin!? Are they alone!? Wujing was supposed to be watching them with Bajie-!

You both burst into a clearing near the base of Water Curtain Cave, monkeys looking towards you where they form a circle. In the center of the circle Wujing kneels in the grass, trying his damn best to quiet one of your little ones. Bajie stands next to him, holding your second little one in his arms and gently shushing her.

It isn't working, your little one can see her twin bawling his tiny little eyes out, and it's stressing her in return. Tears are already gathering in the corners of her eyes as her brother bawls and bawls no matter what Wujing whispers to him. 

Fruitie is hovering over Wujing’s shoulder, looking almost as distressed as the babies themselves. 

“What happened?” Wukong demands, stalking forward, scowl on his face. Wujing gives you both a pleading look, as lost as a wandering spirit. 

“I-I said it was time for dinner-” The ogre whimpers, the fins of his ears pressing back against his skull in distress. “He-...he said he wanted to see you both, I told him you would be back for his bedtime and then-!” He shakes his head, bewildered as to why your little one would start crying over his words. 

Wukong steps forward, gesturing for Wujing to hand the screaming toddler over. Wujing does so, and Wukong pulls your son close to his chest, voice going soft. He turns away from his brothers, embarrassed that they get to see him like this, but not enough to leave your son in distress. The monkeys in the cleaning start to wander away, carrying on with their tasks as if nothing had happened. You give Wujing a reassuring smile, stepping towards Bajie and letting your daughter crawl into your arms. You can hear Wukong whispering behind you.

“Hey. Little warrior, why are you crying? What happened?” He coos, brow furrowed but no anger on his face. You step closer towards them both with your daughter, your family huddling together around your son. He chokes on his cries and blubbers, looking up at his baba with big, wet eyes. 

“B-b-babaaa…” He sniffles. Your daughter reaches for him with her tiny little hands, grabbing at the fur of his head and trying to hug him as best she can. Her little feet crawl over you so she can sit on both you and her baba’s arm and be closer to her twin. You can feel your heart shatter in your chest. 

“We're here, little ones. We're always here. Uncle Wujing was going to take you to eat your dinner…” You explain to them both, your own voice gentle. The twins sniffle and wipe at their chubby cheeks. Bajie steps up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“What exactly happened? Why did they get so upset?” 

“They're still very new to the world. It's mostly separation anxiety at this age, babies like to be with their parents.” You say, keeping your voice low as recognition dawns on Bajie’s face.

“Ah…sorry guys…” He mumbles, ears lowering as he shares a glance with Wujing and Fruitie. The three of them had been so excited to try babysitting for the first time, getting to spend some quality time with their honorary niece and nephew. They also knew how much you both desperately craved some alone time. You wave them off, Wukong adjusting himself to better hold both your twins in his arms. Your son has calmed down significantly at this point, sucking his thumb as he watches you and his baba with intent focus. 

“It's all right boys. We can… pick up our picnic stuff later, let's get these two into a bath and some dinner.” You look to your husband, who nods and immediately starts stalking towards the waterfall, his tail gripping your waist and dragging you with him. You can hear Bajie speaking to Wujing as you walk, Fruitie also trying to reassure the ogre that he didn't do anything wrong. You smile at him as well, and he perks up by the time you get inside the cave. 

LMK Wukong -

“Hmmm…That feel good, sweet peach?” Wukong purrs above you, his hips rocking against yours in a way that has your breath shuddering and shivers racing down your spine. You clutch desperately at his shoulders, tugging the russet fur hard. He growls in response, teeth on display as he bucks harder into your welcoming heat.

“Y-yeah…s-sssoo g-good-” You slur, trying to spread your legs wider for your mate. He helps, gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing your legs up, moving from missionary to mating press in moments. His cock hits deeper, a spot that has you quivering and crying out in bliss. Your cunt spasms around him, greedily milking him.

“Fuck, that’s g-good…It’s been too long love. Waaaay too long.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You want to giggle at his silly flirting, but a hard press of his thumb against your clit has you whimpering instead.

“P-pl-pleaese-” You start to beg, when the sound of a door slamming open echoes through your temple home.

“W-wait! Wait little guy, c’mon it’s time for a nap!” MK’s voice is right down the hall from your door. Wukong, ever the quick thinker, pushes himself off you and buries you under your blankets in the blink of an eye, your flushed expression hidden from view. Your pussy spasms at the sudden emptiness you feel, and you bite your bottom lip hard to keep from crying out in disappointment. Wukong has just enough time to wrap part of the blankets around his waist when your bedroom door is practically kicked down, your oldest son standing in all his toddler glory in the hallway. 

MK skids to a stop right behind him, looking panicked as he grabs the baby by the waist and lifts him high into the air.

“I am so sorry guys!” He cries, trying to avoid looking into your room. Your son giggles, his tail curling happily at the mischief he’s caused, tiny feet kicking in the air.

“It’s uh-” Wukong coughs into his fist to clear the heady rasp from his voice and you see MK wince in real time at hearing his mentor sound like that, “It’s fine bud. Is he being a handful? I can come and-”

“No! No! No coming! I don’t-! Ahhhh-!” MK cries, shaking his head vigorously. It takes a second for your husband’s word choice to sink in, but then you’re giggling loudly into your hands, still trying to stay hidden from view for MK’s sake. Wukong blushes hard next to you, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck as he gives an awkward laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, wrong thing to say. If you guys need help though-” He tries again, but MK sounds determined.

“No! I promised you guys a night to yourself and I’m not gonna back down now! No matter how destructive and clever my little bro is! Mei has been doing a good job keeping the youngest entertained thankfully. No laser eyes...yet…” He mumbles, shifting your son into a cradled position in his arms. He still refuses to look at either of you despite the blankets covering you from view.

“Th-thats good!” You squeak out, poking your head from the pile of fabric drowning you. “But if you-if you need anything we can take over-”

“Nope!” MK Interrupts you, turning on his heel. “Just close the door and go back to-uhhh, whatever you both were doing! We’re leaving cause it’s nap time, mister!” MK storms away, your son giggling in his arms. Wukong waits a full five seconds, watching the door like a hawk as if he expects the two of them to come rushing back to your room any second now. When no such thing happens, he flicks a hair towards the door to fix it, his attention turning back towards you.

“Now, where were we~?” He purrs, climbing back over you. You blush, reaching for him and pulling him closer to you. “Oh, I think I remember-”

A crash sounds outside your temple.

Wukong sighs and slumps against you, head buried in your neck.

“I think I’m gonna have to go check that one out.” He grumbles. You give him a sympathetic kiss on the crown of his head.

Netflix Wukong -

“I have missed you-” Black lips press against yours with a fever, Monkey’s breath coming hard and fast, “so much! Remind me to never agree to demon hunting trips with Nezha and Erlang again.”

You giggle, letting him move down to the column of your neck and press more kisses there, your fingers digging into the soft fur of his head. Your leg hikes up to circle around his skinny waist, the base of his tail supporting your leg so it doesn’t fall, his hands too busy mapping out the curves of your waist.

“W-will-...do-” You pant. Monkey has been gone from your home for weeks at this point, and when he came home it was to a massive feast with all the monkeys of Mount Huaguo. One celebrating his work with the Celestials he’d formed a friendship with, and a chance for your family to spend time together again. Your little ones had been ecstatic to have their baba back home, screaming and hooting as they climbed him like a jungle tree and insisted on showing him every little accomplishment they’d made while he was away.

Monkey, always happy to bask in attention - especially if it was from you or your toddlers - had spent the whole afternoon with you all. He had laughed at every joke your toddlers tried to tell, had cooed over every drawing they showed him, had even given them joy rides on Stick despite the exhaustion you could see under his smile.

After a rambunctious dinner filled with stories of your mate’s heroic exploits, the little ones had been too tired to keep up. Your youngest had even started dozing off with her spoon in her mouth, her favorite soup not enough to keep her awake any longer. You had put them to bed together, Stick vibrating a rainbow of colors at seeing their adorable sleeping faces. With a fond smile Monkey had asked if Stick wanted to sleep in their room for the night, and the green light show he gave sounded like a resounding ‘yes!’ to you. You had your suspicions it was also the rod’s way of giving you two some alone time, for which you were grateful.

The second you had closed the door to your bedroom Monkey was on you, his warm hands pulling you close as he kissed you till your lungs burned for air.

“You looked so beautiful when I got back-...Couldn’t believe you were here waiting for me-!” He whispered against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin.

“O-oh…of c-course-! Love you, m-my Monkey…” You praised, pressing kisses against every part of his head you could reach. Heat was already pooling low in your belly, your skin sensitive to every touch after weeks of sleeping alone. Monkey seemed to feel the same, his breath coming in heavy pants at just the feeling of your fingers digging into his cherry fur. He rewarded your sweet words with a firm bite to your neck, sharp canines digging into your muscle in a way that had you gasping for air and bucking against him.

“M-Monkey-!” You moaned, pressing your aching core against his hips. He gave a heady groan against your skin, the vibrations tingling through your muscle at the sound. You could see his eyes roll back in bliss as his tongue lapped at the abused flesh. You wanted him to do it again, to bite you more, everywhere, all along your body-

“M-mama-?” A tiny voice called from outside your bedroom door.

Both you and your mate freeze in place, sharing a glance before turning to look at the door.

“Mama? Wh-why is the door c-closed-?” Your daughter, sounding distraught and like she was about to cry, was speaking. Parenting instincts overriding your horny thoughts, you and your mate separate and rush towards the door. Monkey beats you to it, throwing it open and revealing the teary eyes of your tiny toddler holding her favorite toy and blankie.

Without a word more, she rushes forward and grips your leg and Monkey’s, burying her face against you and sniffling. You coo at her, kneeling down and wrapping her in your arms. The heat you felt earlier is fading away, and while you feel disappointed, your little one is more important. Monkey seems to have the same idea, pulling you both into his arms and nuzzling your little one.

“Hey, what's wrong tough girl? Why the sad eyes?” He brings a finger up to wipe her cheeks, his own green eyes bright with concern.

“...Is…Is Baba gonna leave again-?” She chokes on a sob, and your heart shatters at the noise.

“Oh, sweet one, it’s okay, shhhh, it’s okay…” You and your mate make your way to the bed, sitting on the edge together and settling your little one on your lap. 

“Baba…” You pause, sighing as you thought of the best way to explain things to her. “Baba won’t be leaving again for a while, sweet one. And when he does go, it won’t be for nearly as long.” You start. Your daughter looks lost at your words, glancing between you both with her tiny brow furrowed.

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry tough girl, I’m sticking around for a long while after this last trip. I missed all of you too much to leave for that long again!” Monkey said. Your daughter looked less distraught, but her eyes keep staring intently at you. You raised an eyebrow at her.

With wobbly legs she stood up on your lap, her tiny hands coming to your collar bones and peeling back the folds of your robes.

“Mama got ouchie?” She asked.

Your face flushed immediately, Monkey choking on a laugh and having to turn away from you both to hide it. His shoulders shook with the force of his barely repressed snickering. You tried in vain to cover your neck back up, pulling her tiny hands away from your collar bones.

“O-oh, don’t worry about that sweet one! It’s nothing!” You tried to laugh it off, your daughter still staring at you with wide, confused eyes. After a moment, she shrugged, nuzzling back into your arms with a chirp.

“I wanna sleep with Mama and Baba…” She mumbled against your tummy. Monkey, finally in control of himself, opened his mouth, looking torn. You gave him a helpless shrug.

“R-...right. No problem, little one. Mama and Baba are here.” He relented. He placed a hand on her head, carding his fingers through her soft fur.

HiB Wukong -

Wukong is laying back on your marriage bed, pillows surrounding you both as you grind your hips into his. The fur of his waist is tickling the inside of your thighs and your swollen clit with every grind. The light from a few flickering candles highlights every curve and muscle of your body, and he can't tear his eyes away.

Your head is thrown back in bliss, your tits right in front of his face, bouncing and full. His hands squeeze and play with your soft skin as they move up from your hips to your chest, his fingers immediately pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs to make you cry out his name. You look down at him, a goddess on her chosen throne, and he's never been more thankful to the universe than when he gets to watch you like this…

The door to your bedroom creaks open with a deafening squeal, and you immediately throw yourself down on top of Wukong, chest to chest with your legs still straddling his hips. He reacts by grabbing your blanket and throwing it over your back, covering your still joined bodies from view.

Liuer pokes his tiny head in through the crack, looking scared and apologetic. Wukong shares a look with you, and you call out to him over your shoulder. 

“What's wrong little one? Is everything okay?” You sound gentle, and Wukong is impressed by how normal your voice sounds, if a little breathy. He doesn't trust his own voice yet. 

“I…I had a nightmare. About…” The boy wipes at his eyes and sniffles. Even without saying it out loud, you both know what he's thinking about. Wukong feels a surge of protective anger rush through him at the memory of stones and cliff edges, and it mixes with the lingering disappointment that he knows the two of you won't be continuing your fun.

“Hey, no problem kid. Let me get my robe on and we'll get a little midnight treat, yeah?” Wukong clears his throat, hoping his rasp isn't noticeable. 

“Uhm, maybe I should do that, love?” 

“Why? I can handle it, you rest.” He tries. You've been exhausted by the newest little one in your family, the baby monkey only just recently sleeping all the way through the night instead of asking for milk every few hours. Wukong was surprised you had the energy to even try having sex tonight. He didn't want you to push yourself. 

“No, I really think it would be best for me to go.” You give a pointed look down at your hips, and he feels the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze him. He chokes on a grunt, hand fisting the blanket to keep himself from reacting.

“A-alright. Fine.” He hisses. You turn back to Liuer and smile at him in the near darkness of your room. 

“I’ll be right there sweet one, can you close the door for a moment so I can get my night robe on?” Liuer nods his head, shutting the door with a quiet ‘click’. The two of you heave relieved sighs.

“Your son has perfect timing. Just like you.” You tease him, and Wukong snaps his teeth at you in a playful bite.

“Watch your mouth, peaches. Remember you’re talking to a king.” You snort at his words, lifting yourself up from his arms. You lift your hips as well, hissing and biting your bottom lip as his cock finally slips free of your swollen cunt with a lewd ‘schlick’ that has him shuddering. You moan, your hips giving a weak thrust at the sudden, unwanted, emptiness you feel.

“Damn it all…” Wukong covers his face with his hands and rubs vigorously, trying to hold himself back from grabbing you and finishing what you had both started. You move away quickly, knowing his thought process, and for that he’s thankful. As you slip your arms into your night robe, one embroidered with emerald leaves, mountains, and clouds, you speak.

“Can you tidy up the bed while I get him a snack? He was so upset, I don’t think he’ll want to go back to his own bed tonight.” Wukong gives you a thumbs up, his other hand still covering his face as he tries to get rid of the aching in his cock through sheer force of will.

You slip through the door, and he can hear your voice echoing quietly down the hall as you walk with your son. He sits up, sighing to himself as he gets to work cleaning your shared mess as best he can.

[lotusloong]

Small drabble of MKR Wukong and consensual Predator/Prey kink with female Reader - written in a midnight fever

“Better run as fast as you can, little peach.” Those were the words he spoke to you, beautiful eyes narrowed as he watched your every movement like a predator on the hunt. His lithe form had been coiled up tight with tension, ready to pounce on you in moments. His tail lashing behind him, bare feet clenching and unclenching the stone he crouched on, small fissures forming under the strength of his grip. Your breathing had immediately picked up; anticipation, heat, and a sprinkle of fear mixing into a potent cocktail in your veins, urging you to do as he said. 

He had snarled low in his throat, a rumble that reminded you this was a yaoguai, the Great Sage, Wrecker of the Celestial Palace.

You had been off like an arrow loosened from a taut bow, fleeing through the underbrush like your life depended on it. You could have sworn you heard Wujing yell something after you, but you had been too far and too distracted to really listen.

And now you found yourself in an unfamiliar forest, lungs burning for air, legs aching from muscle fatigue and various cuts from a patch of bramble you ran through. Your robes are loose and barely hanging off your shoulders, sweat coating every inch of you. You spin around in a circle, listening and watching for any hints that he was gaining on you. 

You know in your heart that you can't get away from him, he's probably hiding among the trees and staring at you right now, but you don't intend to give in. He told you to run, you're going to run. Picking a direction you haven't yet, you dart away again, uncaring of the noise you make. If he's watching you already then trying to keep quiet isn't going to help you, but if he's giving you a head start he'll simply follow your scent through the undergrowth and track you down regardless. 

You can't wait. 

The adrenaline racing through you is laced with lust, your core burning with the desire to be filled. Your pussy spasms and clenches on nothing, your underwear already soaked through with slick. Ideas race through your mind of what he'll do when he catches you, his hands pushing and pulling you into place without care as he takes what he wants-

You hear a chittering laugh high above you. You glance over your shoulder even as you keep running only to see Wukong jumping in the trees. His pace is even and measured as he keeps up with you, looking almost bored while you feel like your legs are about to give out. 

With a surprised ‘oof’ you run right into something solid, and you pull back and look up to see Wukong’s smug grin, teeth on full display. You look behind you to see him still in the trees as well, and realize too late that one of them is a clone. Hands reach up to grip your hips, but you wiggle away as fast as you can, spinning on your heel and rushing away once more. His laughter trails behind you, self-assured and confident. 

“You really think you can outrun me? You're so adorable.” You don't look back at him this time, focusing on the wild path in front of you. “I can smell you peach, I could smell that wet cunt from a mile away.”

You blush hard at his words, swallowing your whimpers and pushing through the arousal consuming you. If you can just make it past this next tree you could-

A sudden weight crashes on top of you, pushing you to the ground and knocking the breath from your lungs. Panicked, you push yourself up, clawing at the dirt under you and pulling yourself further. Wukong's laughter echoes around you, his hands pushing you down by your shoulders and his hips sitting perfectly in the small of your back. You squirm and wiggle, desperately trying to throw him off. Feet digging into the ground, bucking your hips into the air, you keep trying to crawl away. He follows your motions, moving back to sit on the meat of your thighs, pinning them below his own weight.

Wukong grabs at the sash around your waist, your struggling making it easier for him to tug the fabric below the curve of your ass, exposing yourself to him. You don't stop moving, even with the feeling of his hard cock pressing against you through his pants.

“Come on-” He hisses, and you know without looking that he's grinning down at you. The hands on your shoulders push you down again before moving up to your scrambling hands, pinning them by the wrist into the dirt. Blood rushes in your ears as you squeal, kicking at him while your pussy spasms with need. He takes one hand off your wrists, and you hear the rustling of fabric as he pushes his pants down, his cock out and leaking precum above you. 

Fuck, you're ready for it, your pussy is completely soaked at the thought of him taking you, right here on the forest floor. His tail wraps tight around your left ankle, his free hand lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing into your slick heat with a growl.

“Fuck yes, there we go-...take it all, such a greedy pussy-” Your jaw drops open in a silent cry as he pushes further into you, your hips pushing back against him as bliss floods you. The hand still pinning your wrists moves, joining the other at the small of your back as Wukong holds himself above you, mounting you from behind and pinning your trembling form with his own weight. You have no chance of escaping now.

You don't want to, you don't even consider crying out for him to stop. Instead, you keen desperately into the grass your cheek is pressed against as pleasure sparks up your spine. His hips pull back from you with a wet sound only to slam back in with a sharp jerk that pushes you forward against the ground. His pace is rough, a biting force that makes your hips ache and the beginnings of bruises appear over your skin. 

“Good-...good girl. Take cock–so fucking good-” Wukong snarls, burying his face into the juncture of your neck. He takes a deep breath, a contrast to the powerful thrusts of his hips as he takes his pleasure from you with no mercy. The angle has the ground digging into your tummy, but you don't care, not when his cock is hitting your g-spot head on and making you see stars with every thrust of his hips. 

Your slick is leaking all over his inner thighs, the fur wet and sticky. Wukong doesn't seem to care, grinding his hips against yours in little circles before sliding away and continuing his punishing pace. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, his name leaving your lips like a mantra just for him. 

“Pl-please-!” You whimper, voice thick with lust as your body is used. 

“Tight! So f-fuck–ing tight!” The heat pooling in your belly is too much, it's too overwhelming, he's going to break you-

You scream your pleasure, back arching and hips grinding desperately against his cock as your orgasm washes over you with no warning. Your toes curl and you shudder hard under his warm hands, his thrusts slowing to a deep, hard grind that draws your orgasm out. You can hear him muttering to himself above you. 

“That's it sweet peach, let it out…f-fuck, keep squeezing me…” You have no choice but to obey, your pussy fluttering and drowning his cock in slick. It's enough for him, and you gasp as liquid heat floods your gummy walls, Wukong's cum is hot and thick and leaves your womb feeling full.

You whine and press your forehead to the ground below you, biting your lower lip as you come down from your high. You can hear Wukong shuddering above you, his choked gasps of pleasure adding to your own as you feel him twitch inside you. 

He slumps over your submissive form, pressing kisses against the column of your neck and behind the shell of your ear. You sigh in bliss at the feeling, angling your head to let him do as he pleases. He nips the shell of your ear, his next words coming out ragged and breathy. 

“Take a few minutes to breathe, little peach. We're just getting started…”

[lotusloong]

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[lotusloong]

Love a good faceriding session that turns into 69, because you couldn't stay upright with how he's going at it.

When you're propping yourself up on his stomach and his cock is right in front of you, painfully hard and already leaking pre-cum... You might as well return his service, no?

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Mafia!Wukong

Wukong's Bar Break to relive stress, with a new hairstyle look, voted by a few friends :> Taglist: @miifu666 @tuskstudioart @big-nerd-boi @pommay @saiyuki1960 @peachycarnival @tailbitten @rain-strive

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I should probably make a master list and attach it to my request rules at some point huh...

think I'll do that and get everything organized a little bit better

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Just Busty Things Edit 2

You guys remember my Wukong Bust AU?

https://www.tumblr.com/blackknight-kai/763506901037219840/just-busty-things

I’m editing that bitch now that we have a FULL sculpture instead of just a bust. My brain is RUNNING!!!!!!!!! I had a half finished fic, and now I get to go back and make it even better 😈. Gah! I can’t wait!!!! I’ve been holding it fairly close to my chest because I didn’t want people stealing it since the bust coming to life was my idea and using it etc 🤣

(Pic from Twitter TunTun_WN)

[lotusloong]

look if ur still considering drawing wukong x reader scenes,,,,,, can we get wukong getting belly rubs and getting flustered about it (like only showing reader’s hands) it would be so scrumptious in ur style /nf

uhhhmmm 😳

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Morning Cuddles

I wanted some Wukong cuddles and this came out. Enjoy! 🩷

You turn in bed, mumbling sleepily. You pause, there was something amiss.

You weren't nestled against a soft, firm chest. Nor was there a strong arm wrapped around your waist or legs tangled with another.

You reach out to the other side of the bed, blindly patting the soft bedding. Empty.

Where was Wukong? You huff, how could he just leave you here, cold and alone? Being cold is a lie, there's an abundant of blankets at your fingertips to avoid drops in temperature. But, let's face it, you will always prefer Wukong's warmth.

You shift to lay on your back and raise your arms up. And so, you wait. A moment passes... and then another...

You hear movement, followed by a chuckle. You can easily picture Wukong's amused grin as he looks over your "sleeping" form. You make grabby hands when he doesn't move into your awaiting embrace.

Wukong lets out a chuckle and falls into your arms. You immediately wrap your arms around him, letting out a content sigh and rub your cheek against his shoulder. He easily shifts you both to lay on your sides, molding into a comfortable postion. He presses a kiss on your forehead, slowly lulling you back to sleep.

All is well once again.

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I’m a very, very impatient creature when it comes to posting art

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Weird and wonderful compilation of strange bird noises.

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people need to realise that a poor little meow meow must be a character who has committed atrocities you cannot poor little meow meow a good guy that’s not how this works

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Hello! I have a request for nezha!wukong and y/n where Wukong got drunk and texts y/n asking where they are... despite y/n two feet away from him.

Essentially, the "if anyone wants to know how drunk my boyfriend was last night" meme, if that's okay.

Thank you!

you should probably answer him or hug him XD he wont stop spamming until you do XD or until he is black out drunk

based off this pic