#1996 journey to the west

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[angstandhappiness]

ADORABLE BABIES

I love these two

[ningadudexx]

I ❤️ you monkey king(s)

[rainboopz]

damn, all that way west?

[angies-writing-blog]

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.

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

Screencap redraws of that one scene in 96!JTTW with both my designs and the original designs cuz I was indecisive. 

Screencap under the cut.

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[rose-trap-cafe]

Wukong Husbands!!

[digitalagepulao]

Spring starts from fragrant peach and plum blossom

my entry for the JTTW discord Wukongverse event! featuring my fav Wukongs in media so far: 1996 Xiyouji, Nezha Reborn, Hero is Back, Demons Strike Back, and of course my own boy!

nothing gives me fuzzy happy feelings like a group of friends watching the evening roll in, talking about everything and nothing at all over some food and maybe drinks. reminds me of childhood family gatherings and lazy afternoons at the college's designated bar. i wanted to capture that somehow with the old Suns enjoying some homely hotpot.

as a treat to the community, have a [link] for the fullsized file as well as a 1920x1080 :DD

[tp2-byes]

"Handsome Monkey King of the Water Curtain Cave of Flower Fruit Mountain, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven, Sun Wukong!"

x

[gumksoig]

I freaking love journey to the west 1996 is my joy

[royaltea000]

Putting my pretty princess in different outfits again

[angryvampire]

Journey To The West 1996 but with my Sun Wukong design

Original image:

[lavaflowe]

Bajies in danger girl

Here’s the OG! It’s so them I just had to slap them on it JAKDKSKS

[mehiwilldoitlater]

The old Sun and his beloved Amalthea are taking a small family portrait with two other young monkeys!(They are Wukong from 1999 and the small One in Amalthea arm Is Hero Is back)

@thepoweroffiction @angryvampire @the-little-devils-chaos

@sleepingdramaqueen @nerium-lil

@ibelieveinfairytales606 @freeflowhighway @crosspunzel @mymultiverseofmadness @twisting-echo

[ninjahaku21art]

A warm up from this morning! (Got super busy today so had to hold this off here lol)

I just started watching JTTW from 1996 and after seeing this wukong, he is one of my favorites immediately! ;; ♥

[angies-writing-blog]

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.