#Monkey king x reader

[newkatzkafe2023]

Could we have this for 1999 Wukong?

https://www.tumblr.com/newkatzkafe2023/764891387052376064/how-would-they-monkeys-fare-with-a-fluffy-tailed?source=share

Pretty thick Gurls part 2

(Lotmk Wukong) The second he got an eye full of your beautiful sexy self, you got him by his little monkey boy heart. You were this big Fluffy chubby cotton ball Monkey and to you he was this little school yard boy whom you thought was also cute. The second you chirped your little mating call at him, Wukong was immediately hooked and try to find multiple ways to win you over. From picking flowers, to sharing his fruit only choosing the best tasty ones, and doing tricks to show off to you as you watched him from a tree. He didn't have to try to hard as you send back massages and letters to him, making sure to send him kisses and mutual affection. Safe to say this relationship started with a easy and most importantly quickly 😉

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[lotusloong]

Alright I'm saying it, Nehza Reborn Wukong would love to be called daddy. He calls himself daddy while fucking you and I'm tired of pretending I don't know this deep in my soul.

He'll be balls deep inside you, your puffy cunt squeezing him tight, your slick coating the fur of his hips as he grunts in your ear-

"Fuck, baby that's good. Squeeze daddy's cock nice and tight...fuck~" His fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing quick circles to bring you over the edge.

"Yesss, fuck that's a good girl...cum all over daddy's cock-" His hips stutter in their rhythm as he grips your jaw, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You can feel his cock stretching you out as he cums inside, warm and viscous, squirting back out your tight hole as he gives lazy thrusts, enjoying the lingering haze of pleasure.

And if you hold him close, look him in the eyes and whimper

"Thank you daddy~”

He will be rock hard again in seconds, ready to go another round.

[riuhere]

'looks like someone's annoyed >;)'

( @emelinstriker gave me motivation to draw again while @theweepingegg suggested and I quote "share your simpness to the world~" and I thought about it...you know what? why the heck not? it's my drawings, so what if I want to share it to the world? I have more btw so keep an eye out ;) just slowy turning them into digital drawings to satisfy myself and bring back that groove. Thank You U.U you guys are amazing people for inspiring me, hands down)

Triad Au rightfully belongs to the amazing @novelcain

[monkeykingdomblog2]

Y/N: "My husband is the mightiest warrior known on Earth, the first king of the sacred mountain of monkeys, untamable by those in Heaven, his wisdom and power are worthy of godhood!" Wukong (the husband):

[luxthestrange]

LMK Memes #7

[aleiiii]

Reborn! Wukong appreciation yesss. No one ever talks about him but that little gremlin deserves more love. Now I’m super curious to know more about that ‘Nà in a different font’ character of yours 👀

AAAAAAA HE DOES DESERVE MORE LOVE!!!

I had to dig these outta my sketchbook, so apologies for the messy format ;; they were very spur of the moment doodles

Since they were very spur of the moment, this character doesn’t have a name! Though, these were made before I had actually drew up Nà, so in a way…. She’s kinda like her predecessor lmao. There are some similarities… if you can spot them hehe

A bit of background for her though, the idea was that she’s a shrine maiden that the group come across in their journey. And of course Wukong being…well… Wukong comes and causes some issues. I WILL PREFACE THAT THIS IS PROBABLY AN ALTERNATE STORY THAT DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANON OF JTTW, ofc it’s not very monk-like to be running around creating children. I take it as Wukong not really wanting to reach buddahhood by the time they finish their journey. All in good fun.

Conclusion: Reborn Wukong needs more love

[mallomars]

Sun wukong (Character Design)

[fanged-fanfics]

👑🧡 Wukong and Macaque x fem reader — Cuddle HCs 💜🌙

Genres: Romance, Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- Wukong is absolutely needy when it comes to cuddles. He loves the feeling of having you wrapped up in his arms, it brings him a lot of comfort to feel your warmth

- Macaque enjoys them, but has a hard time admitting that he does. He'll act like you're convincing him into it, even if in reality he's been waiting for you to ask all day

- "Geez, fine, princess. If you really want em that badly, then come here"

- The two definitely turn it competitive and compare who gets more attention than the other. They get into little bragging matches about it and everything

- "Well I had her for over an hour!"

"So? She was with me all day yesterday"

"I was busy! I had to train the kid"

"Sure, Great Sage, whatever makes you feel better"

- They get extra clingy to try and make up the difference if they think one is getting more than the other. It's not uncommon to have then randomly plop down on either side of you, both ready to ask for attention

- Wukong likes to cuddle by wrapping his arms around you, fully feeling you against his body. He loves nuzzling into your neck or shoulder, always looking to wrap you up in his embrace as much as possible

- Macaque is more the type to let you lean on him, though he will give an arm to wrap around your waist or shoulders too. He let's his tail wrap around you the most, keeping you close to him with a firm hold on your hip

- Wukong complains a lot if you try to get up before he's ready to let go. He groans and whines if you get up too early and follows behind you when you do get up since he's still feeling clingy

- Macaque tries to use more sly tactics to keep you laying down. Just subtle teasing and flirting, he likes using his charm to woo you back into his embrace. If that doesn't work then you got a grumpy monkey following you around with a tail around your waist

- They ask for it in different ways but they both want cuddles the second you come home and always before bed. They're the same amount of clingy in the early mornings too

[peachycarnival]

Good morning <3 <3 <3

A quick drawing of Tao and Wukong in the morning. Being a kind of bat goddess, Tao isn't much of a morning person so she has a hard time getting up in the morning, but it's nothing that our favorite monkey and a cup of coffee can't fix.

[newkatzkafe2023]

WUKONGVERSE Incorrect Quote #42 (Y/n) Vs

The Destined one and Lotmk were send by you to the Bodega to get some snacks The weekend but ummm their's some differences

(Destined one)(listing the stuff) Ok I got Granola, fruity, six packs of Electrolytes water and (Y/n)'s breakfast Danish what do you got🧐???

(Lotmk Wukong) Ok i got Pringles, Coca-Cola, Hershey kisses, some M&Ms and twizzelers because that's all Netflix Wukong would eat😋...

(Destined one) Remember what everyone talked about🙁???

(Lotmk Wukong) What time exactly🤨???

(Destined one) (Y/n) wants to make us healthier meals🙂‍↕️....

(Lotmk Wukong)(sigh) Man she was serious about that...fine I'll get one thing😓

(Destined one) Ok She care about our health because she loves🥰....

(Lotmk Wukong)(Runs to the machine) OH, I CHOSE MILKSHAKES WITH COOKIES IN THEM!!!!🤩

(Destined one) Seriously Lotmk....😑

(Lotmk Wukong) Hey it's still one thinh if it's mixed together😖

(Destined one) Fine but we are eating salad for dinner😒

(Lotmk Wukong)(whines) Y/n said we were getting Veggie burgers 🍔 😥

(Destined one) If (Y/n) Jumped off a cliff would you???🤨

(Lotmk Wukong)(Get's hit with intrusive thoughts).................😐

(Destined one)(Annoyed) LOTMK😠!!!!

(Lotmk Wukong)(Startled) Ummmm Ugh eh it depends really😥

(Destined one)(Frustrated) Don't jump off a cliff😟!

(Lotmk Wukong) I wasn't planning too😡

(Destined one) But if (Y/n) Jumped off would you😧?!

(Lotmk Wukong)(plagued by more intrusive thoughts)....................😐

(Destined one) LOTMK!!!!!🤯

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[lotusloong]

Nightmare

Relationship: Sun Wukong X CelestialMaiden!Reader

AN: Written in a fever at two am after thinking about the Laozi Furnace...and this little thought from @monkeykingdomblog2 (if you don't want to be tagged let me know!)

Not the same fic I posted a sneak peak of a couple days ago, that wip is still being worked on

Tags: Violence, Blood, Hurt, Comfort, Slight Gore, Attempted burning someone to death, Reader is insulted and beaten up a little, Nightmares

Summary: Memories return as the worst nightmares.

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“Restrain her.”

The hands that grab you are firm and unyielding, far stronger than you. You don't care, you push and fight against them as best you can, screaming at the Jade Emperor.

“No! No, you can't! Let him go!” A hand tries to grip your jaw to pull you head back, you don't hesitate to sink your teeth into the calloused flesh in response. The guard hisses and jerks his hand away, and you feel his skin give way as blood splatters from your teeth. 

You can see Sun Wukong struggling against his ties, his frantic gaze searching for you through the crowd of soldiers and celestials. His eyes find yours just in time to watch the guard you just bit backhand you across the face.

You cry, pain swelling in your cheek. You've never been hit before.

Your vision swirls as a wave of dizziness washes over you, your cheek throbbing in time with your heartbeat. You hear a shriek of rage at the base of Laozi's furnace, the sound of the Jade Emperor and guards shouting and fighting to get the Money King under control and into the metal chamber. 

“Who are you!? I'll kill you for that, get your fucking hands off her-!” Wukong's angry voice brings you back, and you shake yourself in an effort to stop the spinning and regain mobility in your feet. The second guard holding you loosens his grip, as if unsure if he should still hold you or tackle the guard that just hit you. The Jade Emperor’s voice is barely heard over the screeching coming from Sun Wukong.

“You! You'll be punished later, not one more harmful hand on my niece! I don't care if she fights back, she is not to be harmed!” The guard who hit you, his hand bleeding profusely from the chunk you bit out of it, silently nods at your uncle's words. 

“Punishment isn't enough! I'll kill him, let me go you cowards! You'll regret this-!” Wukong's words sound fainter as the two guards surrounding you drag you away. You spit, blood and drool leaking steadily down your chin and throat to stain the lovely outfit your uncle had gifted you just days prior. Your bottom lip is split, your cheek already swelling. In another few minutes you're sure your eye will be swollen shut with some proper bruising to match. This doesn't stop you from screaming to your uncle, your jaw popping as you do so. 

“P-please uncle! Please don't do this, he doesn't deserve it!” Your voice cracks pathetically, tears streaming down your cheeks and not helping the throbbing you feel in your head. It hurts, everything hurts so much but you need to stop them-you need to help him-

“My niece, he has left us no choice. Be silent.” He glares at the two guards holding you. “Why is she still here? Drag her to her room and keep her there!” You try to resist, but your struggling is weaker than it was. You can see over the crowd Wukong being carried to the opening of the furnace, still struggling and bucking like a wild animal to be free. You can hear the threats he snarls at those holding him. 

“You'll regret this, every single one of you! Let me free now and I won't kill you for this, just destroy this stupid fucking palace-!” A guard shoves his head hard, pushing him over the last foothold of the furnace. Wukong's bound body disappears from your view, the sound of him landing roughly on piles of coal and charred wood reaching your ears. Laozi waits for the last guard to step away from the opening before pushing the metal cover into place. You can hear Wukong's voice still echoing, the metal walls amplifying his voice to a demonic echo around the room.

“Let me out! If you don't-I'll-I'll-” Laozi kneels before his creation, and within seconds a mighty blaze lights up the furnace, the metal discoloring immediately at the blazing heat. Your own scream of horror is drowned out by the promise Sun Wukong screams.

“I'll kill you all!” No more words reach your ears, just the sound of screeching and fire as the guards finally push you out the door. The urge to fight is still there, the need to rush back through those gilded doors and do something, anything, to save the one you love pushing you to keep resisting. 

The guards continue to push you away, no matter how many times you stomp on their feet, no matter how many times you bite and claw and kick, they keep pushing you away. 

“Let me go! I need to help him, they're going to kill him-!” You sob, hysterical with your grief. 

“Silence already! You're going back to your room, your uncle demands it.” One guard, the one who held you as you ripped into the hand of the other, pushes you and is careful of your gnashing teeth. The one you did bite focuses on body-blocking the hallway in case you get loose. He carefully keeps his injured hand close to his side.

“Fuck you-!” You screech, thrashing with all your might. The guard curses, putting his leg in-between yours to try and trip you up, to get you to lose your balance. It almost works, but your movement leads to you twisting in his hold, your robes tearing under his firm grip. You do fall then, catching yourself on the gleaming floor before you hit your head. You try to will yourself to get up, but the dizziness from before is back with a vengeance, and you stumble again.

“That is quite enough!” The harsh sound of your uncle's voice rings through the hallway. Behind the guards you hear the heavy doors slam once more, and your uncle, green robes flowing with his usual elegance, steps into view. He takes one look at you on the floor and you see the disgust and disappointment settle into his gaze. 

“Look at you! A horrid sight, what has gotten into your head child!?” You meet his gaze, unwavering. 

You do make quite a sight, you're aware. 

Cheek and eye swollen with the beginnings of black and purple bruising blotching your face, your lips, chin and throat coated in drool and sticky blood - your own and the guard’s who stand infront of you - staining your once beautiful clothing. Said clothing is ripped and tattered, barely preserving your modesty. You see your uncle's eyes widen at the sight of bite marks and hickeys littering the smooth skin of your neck and shoulders. 

You raise your head higher, showing off the marks of your lover proudly. Your uncle pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Don't tell me-! Unwed, with that-! That demon in there!?” You refuse to back down. 

“I love him.” Your voice is firm despite the hoarseness from your earlier screaming. Your confession is damning.

With narrowed eyes, your uncle stalks forward. 

“He will die. The furnace will burn all traces of him away, nothing will be left. If you're lucky, this incident won't scare off any potential suitors. Although who would want an unwed demon whore as a wife is beyond me.” The words sting, but not as much as you expected them too. After lifetimes of being told worse for less heinous acts, they don't hold as much sway over you as they once did. 

“He will live. He always lives. And when he's free he'll come for me, and I'll be his wife.” And as you speak the words, you find that you believe them. This is Sun Wukong. Nothing can stop him, you know this in your heart. 

Your uncle looks at you with disdain. 

“His influence on you is too great. You're practically feral. Disgraceful.” The Jade Emperor turns away from you, looking to the guards. “Have her watched at all hours of day and night. She is not to leave her room. Servants will be instructed on her care later. For now, keep her out of sight.”

And as the guards drag you away, your uncle doesn't look back. 

~~~~~~~

The days pass. 

Following your uncle's orders you aren't let out of your room. Food is brought to you and no one visits you except the servants assigned to your care. The guards positioned outside your door don't talk to you no matter what you scream at them. 

The servants assigned to you made it clear what they thought of you, sneering as they handed you your food and darting away from you as if you carried disease. When bathing a servant tried to harass you for the apparent shame you brought to the palace, pinching your skin and yanking you roughly into place. You retaliated by snarling, snapping your teeth at them and smacking them across the face, hard. The others gathered around you were shocked into silence, biting their tongues and refusing to step closer to you or help their coworker. You had growled at them to leave you be, you would take your baths yourself from now on. It's not like you needed to be layered in makeup and fine outfits when you weren't able to go outside. 

For forty-nine days you stay in that room, trying everything you could think of to escape. You try using your limited magic to trick the guards, you hoard anything that seems even remotely useful to help you get out. The furthest you made it was to the grand hallway leading to where you know the furnace is still burning hot. Your uncle had let the guards handle you with more aggression than usual when you were sent back to your rooms that day. 

You hear them all whispering. About you, about Sun Wukong. You cover your ears when they sneer at you that he's dead. You know it's a lie. You won't believe it till you see his ashes yourself. 

The bruising on your face is mostly healed, replaced with new bruises and cuts from your numerous escape attempts and the subsequent rough handling of the guards. Many nights you crawl under the covers of your bed and cry, wishing that Wukong was there to hold you, to kiss your skin better as he whispers how much he loves you. 

On the final day, you know Wukong is free by the screaming.

The timing is lucky, it's when a servant is bringing you lunch. Down the long winding hallways you can hear guards and servants shouting, your uncle's voice barking orders, and the faint sound of your love shrieking in rage. 

You don't hesitate, slamming into the servant next to you before they can do anything and throwing your plate of food into the face of the guard standing by the door. His momentary surprise lets you slip past, and you race down the hall in nothing but the under skirt and blouse of your usual hanfu. You don't care about your state of undress, desperate to push through the throng of screaming servants and celestials to get to Wukong.

You burst into an open room, tapestries on the walls burning and in tatters, tables and art and bowls of food spilled and broken across the ground. As people push past you, you see the dead bodies littering the space. Blood and viscera, broken armor and weapons, battered soldiers trying to circle like a swarm around the center of the room as panicked celestials push and shove. In the center of the mass, a demon of stone, metal, and fire stands as a smoking silhouette. Fire licks the air from his armor, ash falls to the ground from his smoking form as metal burns an eye piercing red hot.

The demon stands above a fallen guard, his foot pushing on the space of the guard’s throat and choking him. 

“Where is she?” The demon snarls. Your breath leaves you in a rush, the sound of Sun Wukong’s voice hitting you full force after nearly two months without him. You realize you recognize the guard under the Monkey King’s blazing foot. The one who backhanded you so long ago. 

“Sh-shoul-have burned-” Is all the guard manages to squeal out. Wukong snarls, and without any effort pushes his foot down. A sickening ‘crsck’ follows, and the guard falls limp, his windpipe crushed. 

A servant trying to push past you screams in terror, and Sun Wukong looks in your direction. 

Blazing red eyes, the same color as burning coal, lock onto you. You don't even notice the servant running down the hall behind you, your hand shooting out to catch yourself on the doorframe to the grand room. Those red eyes burn into you, and for a moment you wonder if your love even recognizes you. The scratches and bruises littering your skin burn with how self-conscious you suddenly feel. 

Sun Wukong straightens, gaze darting from you to the body under his foot, to the molten metal and stone currently coating his body. His facial features are nearly hidden from the amount of smoke and ash covering him, only those burning eyes and his massive canines stand stark against his burning silhouette. 

Even so, those are the eyes you love. You can see the flash of fear in them at the sight of you, of you coming across him at his most unhinged. He fully expects you to turn and run like the others. 

So instead, you run towards him.

“Wukong-!” You cry; arms outstretched towards him. Those burning eyes widen in surprise, but his arms still catch you without hesitation. The fire of his body doesn't burn you, the heat instead circling gently around your battered form and cradling you like something precious. Your tears finally fall, evaporating against his armor instantly as you cling to him like a lifeline. Wukong's arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you against him as he buries his nose into your hair. In the midst of chaos, you find a reprieve within each other.

He pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, a clawed hand making its way to your jaw and erasing around the back of your neck and into your hair. He studies your face, every scratch and bruise left over, his thumb stroking your cheek with a softness others would find impossible with his current appearance. 

“There you are…” He whispers. You lean up and kiss him, uncaring of the ash and smoke you taste when doing so. It's him, he's back in your arms, and his lips still feel so soft against yours…

The guards surrounding the room are shouting at you both, and you pull away from each other to glare. Wukong pulls you closer to his side, shielding your body with his own as he growls and hisses at the guards. The voice of your uncle bellows over the crowd.

“Enough! Surround them both! It's time to put an end to this foolishness!” You see him walk into the room, accompanied by even more soldiers, his jade robes billowing around him. Wukong’s tail thrashes behind you both, his glare a blazing heat. You can see the fear on your uncle's face. 

“Monkey! You've done enough; I am tired of your constant trouble making! This time-! This time you will get what's coming to you!” Your brow furrows as you glare at your uncle, who doesn't meet your eyes. 

In the next moment, a near blinding golden glow steps into the room. The great Buddha himself stands with your uncle, his face serene and peaceful, eyes closed. You know he can see you.

A powerful wave of dread washes over you, fear and panic taking over. You need to run, you need to get Wukong out of here, they're going to take him-

With a gasp, you jolt awake.

Your eyes open to the sight of a campfire, the last embers fading. The sight of the charred wood, still burning red, sends a flash of panic though you. Where is he? He needs you-

“Shhh, my mate. It's okay.” Wukong's voice sounds raspy with sleep from behind you. It's enough to bring you back to the present, details of where you are coming into focus. 

Zhu Bajie is snoring against a far tree, the monk is sitting off to the side as he sleeps against Bai Long Ma, who's head rests in the monk’s lap. Sha Wujing is curled up on his own bedroll next to the fire. 

Wukong's strong arm is wrapped tight against your middle, under your sleep clothes. The fur of his arms tickles against your skin. His legs are tangled with yours, his feet gripping your own legs to keep you close. You can feel his firm, broad chest against your back, his breathing even and slow.

With a breathy wiggle, you turn so you can face him. You immediately bury your face into his pectorals, the soft fur tickling your cheeks as his heart beats under your ear. A clawed hand comes up to play idly with your hair. 

“Nightmare?” He asks. 

“Yes. The furnace…” You mutter against him. His hand pauses before burying into your hair and staying there. The feeling of his arms around you starts to calm you down, your racing heart finally slowing. Just when you think you might drift off again, you feel Wukong shudder. A choked noise leaves him, his breathing growing erratic. Eyes widening, you pull away just enough to look up at his face. 

His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes squeezed closed as quiet tears fall. Without thinking your own hands come up to cup his cheeks, bringing him close to you. You press your foreheads together, and his eyes open to stare into yours. 

“I just…want to go home…” 

Your heart absolutely shatters.

“I want to go home, mate. I want to see-” Another shuddering gasp, “I want to see my monkeys. I want to see the new little ones that were born this spring. I want to go to the top of the mountain and dance under the stars with you again…” 

You press a desperate kiss to his lips, trying to push all the love and support you can into it. He gives a quiet whimper, his tail coming up from behind him to circle around your back. When you separate, you press more kisses to his face, desperate for him to feel the love you hold for him in your heart, in a way words can't convey. 

“Soon my love…someday soon…” Is all you can whisper to him.

[monkeykingdomblog2]

omg what about LMK sun being all clingy and jealous cos Y/N said one nice thing about macaque

[luxthestrange]

LMK Memes #8

Monkey's x Celestial Y/n in a nutshell

[lotusarchon]

I heard you write for POC? Could you write some sfw and nsfw headcanons of wukong reacting to the reader wearing waist beads, I don't think waist beads is very common in china so maybe it's his first time seeing them?

back to the kitty cause she's kinda pretty (sun wukong x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), info gathered from wikipedia so may not be accurate completely, reader is of african descent (trini specifically because yes 🇹🇹), fluffy headcanons, sun wukong being curious as ever, nsfw headcanons, minors + ageless blogs DNI, gentle sex, p in v, cowgirl position, mild breeding kink

author's notes: okay so imma bfr right: this is the first time I've genuinely heard of waist beads, like ever, so Wukong here is a reflection of my own surprise and interest too

SFW;

𐙚 I can personally see Wukong being genuinely intrigued when you bring them up the first time. Mind you, he's never been beyond China and while he has borderline visited India on occasion, that really is about the limit he's done on traveling with his free time. So, naturally, his interest is piqued when you mention them.

𐙚 Wukong's the type of guy to ask you a lot of questions when curious. Though you haven't shown him the waist beads due to cultural reasons, he asks you a lot of questions, like what are their purpose, what do the symbolize, how are they made, etc. It's a good thing he has an amazing memory, but you have to pray he gives you a break between questions. (Which, knowing Wukong, might genuinely be never.)

𐙚 He gives you such a puppy eyed stare to see those waist beads 🥺 please show him, he's just so curious, and you love him, don't you? Don't you wanna show him your pretty waist beads? Pretty please?

𐙚 Dear god he's practically in awe. He wants to touch them so bad―he finds the uniqueness of the chosen gems and your favorite seashells handcrafted by your mother to be gorgeous. The way they settle against your skin and rustle when you move, gods he just wants to touch so bad, but at the same time, he respects you and wouldn't do anything that might make you sad.

𐙚 Consider him surprised when he finds out that in some cultures, the waist beads are intended to be seen only by your significant other. When you confirm he's the first, he is thrilled. To know that you trust him enough to show him…dear god this man is jumping up and down with utter glee. He is not shutting up about it and might also beat up anyone that asks to see it.

𐙚 If it was possible, Wukong would beg you to let him wear one too. He finds them cute and even aesthetically appealing, especially knowing that you don't need them to be all fancy looking or rich. Too bad he's not a girl…

NSFW;

𐙚 Watch him go from sad he can't wear one to intrigued when he finds out in (Igbo) culture, not only does a groom have to give his bride a Mgbájí (waist beads) to ensure her attire is complete, but it's pleasing to watch as the bride dances to her new husband.

𐙚 Well, you know Wukong. Till death till you both part, and he has zero intention of parting with you. You're both practically married at this, point, so wouldn't you love him enough to put on a dance for him, as good wife should?

𐙚 Of course, if you didn't want too, he wouldn't have forced you, but when you wholeheartedly agreed with his request, Wukong thought his dick was gonna bust through his pants.

𐙚 The way the beads looked against your dancing figure, your alluring smile…gah, did he mention how much he loves you? Because, he does, and once you're within grabbing distance he yanks you forward and smooches you so hard.

𐙚 Don't expect to have those waist beads removed, oh hell no. Wukong insists you keep them on, and while he strips you bare, he ensures they're not even hurt by his actions. He wants to see them on your body while he fucks you.

𐙚 His cock literally throbs inside you while you ride him, and the shift of your waist beads while his hands squeeze your ass and your arms are wrapped around his neck are enough to send him over the edge. It genuinely takes a lot for him not to just bend you over right then and there, because he likes watching the beads shift against your body while you bounce on him.

𐙚 Maybe it's your imagination, but you swear he mutters something about knocking you up? And getting you another pair of waist beads to match the one you were gifted with from your mother? Something about you being so utterly divine in this moment, the idea of stuffing you to the brim with his cum and having you as his wife forever and ever..?

𐙚 Long story short, Wukong gives you a baby and keeps his word about granting you another pair of waist beads with pretty flower seeds and shells. Yay.

@lotusarchon, 26.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[baxndaid]

helloooo! (๑>◡<๑) may I please request nezha x fem!reader courtshipping headcannons please? thank you!!! ٩(^‿^)۶

wukong, nezha x reader headcannons, separate

combined this with another ask and felt like adding another character #yolo

nezha:

ur not going to believe this but..............he takes TIME off

i know CRAZYYYY dont get too carried away now nezha

he’s still a bit of an asshole though don’t get it all twisted, like full on tsundere or whatever the losers call it idk

he’ll open up to you, about his dad and about his unruly past, you appreciate it

if you like to gossip then fuck it he’ll learn all about it

he doesn’t know who the fuck these people ur mentioning are but just know he’s going home to google it tomorrow to try and impress you with his top 10 kim k facts

i keep saying this but like….. he lets u play with his hair cmon now it’s a given

he WILL battle with a braid as long as you did it for him like if he LIKES likes you then he really dgaf

if he dad asks him what the fuck he’s doing he might get a little embarrassed but #whatever can’t please everybody 🙏

he always threatens wukong before he leaves you alone with him and you love it

“ohhhh nezha! getting all protective of your girlfriend huh!” “shut up monkey!”

wukong:

gets a lot more romantic, like all the sweet stuff

he probably gets so corny with it too like imagine its raining, hes the type of guy to take off his cape and lay it on the ground for you to walk over like???

moron forgot he could fly or just????? let you walk around the puddles??? bless him

even more protective than before how is this possible man

he’s cringe and he KNOWS IT and he’s so proud of himself

he’ll do everything in his power to embarrass you and gross out everyone in the room with his sickly sweet and corny flirting

you can’t get mad at him though he seems so happy

if you do it back it’s over man he’s never letting you go

he’ll sneak you a peach of immortality and deal with the consequences afterwards like he really dgaf

he either really casually drops that he loves you or you’ll have to wait ages for him to confess those are the only two options i see happening

he’s afraid of getting attached to people, but for you i think he’d be willing to bite the bullet

just give him some time

[fanged-fanfics]

👑🧡 Wukong and Macaque x GN reader — Bedtime (Drabble) 💜🌙

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Poly || they/them pronouns for reader || Warnings: Overworking

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It was late at night, but you still had a personal project you needed to finish up. It had already taken you way longer than you had expected. You already had it in your head that if you wanted any hope of completing this, it was gonna have to be an all-nighter. You were writing down the necessary information, arm already sore from the work and eyes feeling heavy. You had your other hand on your cheek in hopes of keeping yourself up.

As you worked, the time ticked on, getting deeper and deeper into the night. Everything in you was begging for you to sleep, but you steeled yourself to keep going. That is until you felt a warm hand over your own. You looked up, jolting a little in surprise at the sudden arrival. Wukong was giving you a small look of concern, a gentle smile accompanying it. "Hey, Sunshine. You've been working for hours" the King pointed out gently, slowly lifting your sore hand. You let the writing utensil fall from your grip as he gently kissed the center of your palm. "Mmn, I know. But I've got so much work to do still..." You mumbled in reply

"Too much to even see us?" another voice called from your other side. Your turned, seeing Macaque come up through a portal in the floor with that smirk on his face "You must really be swamped, hon". You gave a small chuckle that faded to a deep sigh. Macaque noticed, pulling up a chair to sit next to you and rub your shoulder as Wukong gently massaged your other hand. "I'm sorry," You said gently "I got so caught up in what I needed to do". Macaque gave a small hum. "I think you've done enough for tonight, Mooncake. Time for bed"

"Bed?" You repeated, like the idea was absolutely insane "I can't, I've still got to-". "You won't be able to get anything done if you can't even move your hand, Sunshine" Wukong gently cut in, kissing the inner wrist of your sore arm. "I'll be okay" You protested "Just a few more paragraphs, then I can call it a night". "It's already well past the middle of the night, love" Macaque responded with a raised eyebrow as he looked to the nearest clock. You gave another sigh "I promise, guys, I'm fine".

Macaque and Wukong glanced to one another before looking back at you. "At least take a break" Macaque offered, Wukong chiming up after him "You'll work much better if you do". Despite being sure there was something more to this, you ended up agreeing. Your mind was starting to fog from all the working, so maybe this would help after all

Your boyfriends set to work the second you agreed. Macaque helped you get into pajamas, Wukong made you a comfort snack and grabbed your favorite blanket. They then set up the couch, letting you sit in between them as they gently squished you in from both sides. Wukong grabbed the remote and behan flicking through channels. "What do you feel like watching, Sunbeam?" he asked you. You gave a dull hum as the channels flicked past, until picking the first vaguely recognizable thing you could see

With the TV on and your boyfriends on either side, you easily fell into feeling content. Especially since they weren't arguing this time around. You enjoyed the snack you were given, glad to have something to help fill your stomach. The warmth from the blankets and the swimming of your tired head gave way to fatigue soon enough. You didn't realize how tired you really were until now

After seeing you yawn for the third time, Macaque leaned against your shoulder with a chuckle "Looks like you're tired, Mooncake". This time you gave an 'mhm' in reply. Wukong scooted in, gently scooping you up in his arms. You were still wrapped in a blanket, but now in a bridal carry as well. "Should we head to bed now?" Wukong asked, and you nodded as you leaned against his chest. With that, Macaque used a shadow portal to give the three of you a quick entrance to the bedroom you shared

Wukong placed you down in the middle, Macaque to your left and the Sage to your right. They cuddled in, wrapping their arms and tails around you to tangle you in their embrace. It was a soothing kind of warm, one that helped you slip even further into sleep. Wukong kissed your cheek and Macaque rubbed your back as you drifted off, both of them bidding you a softly spoken goodnight as they tucked you in