#Yandere Monkey Kings

[newkatzkafe2023]

I have one! Do you know those delicious Monkey King pieces of yours? May I please ask for a bit of simultaneous comfort for the reader & the SWKs. Bandage them up, maybe the reader found time to gather them fruit? Both are protective af (yandere-esc) of each other. Genders are the dealer's choice. Thank you so much!

🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️ 🙇‍♀️

Yandere x Yandere🥰😍😈🔪

(Lmk Wukong) You have catered to him for years. He is a the apple of your eye and vice versa He Was so in love and so attached to you that he couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't lose you So he made you immortal so he can have you forever. Not that you Mind he was the cutest monkey you ever met. You told him that you will take care of him. Such a good care of him your both are each other's world and your gonna love each other forever and ever 💛🐒.

(MKR Wukong) Oh you to are a very dangerous combination married couple. His Possessive nature and you're the jealous type You guys are the very definition of Yandere Couple. He made you immortal many years ago but you loved him so much so it was never a problem. You always share everything together from fruit. People were deeply concerned about your marriage it was cute how much in love you guys are but your both very obsessed. You once murdered a female demon out of Jealously and her was chirping and purring sweetly towards you. Your both extremely lethal but you also wouldn't have it any other way🔥🐒.

(NR Wukong) You guys are both so unpredictable it is insane and nerve racking. You share everything together from fruit to Alcoholic drinks and go on rides together and people see you everywhere together. There is never one without the other Li and Su Eventually became very concerned when they keep finding you together. The activity you always loved to do together the most was dancing to together where you would hold each other close like If you dare to let go you would loss each other forever. Rip to those who would dare separate you too🐒😈

(HIB Wukong) He is so Hot. People hated him for his looks but not you. He was not only very handsome but protective, caring, and more or Least grumpy. The biggest thing you loved about him is how well he takes care of children which checked all the boxes in you head. So you made your moves chirping and purring at him with hearts in your eyes and he look like a god-forsaken cherry but the end of it. He couldn't take it anymore and had to have you immediately so the next day Pigsy jaw dropped and the kids confused as to find a celestial monkey woman sitting in their dad's lap as Wukong introduced you as his mate and their brand new mother 👩🐒.

(Netflix Wukong) What a cute little monkey boy🥺. You can't get enough of him and vice versa. One day after watching him save the village you approached him a let out a cute flirty little chirp at him and he was on you like white on rice. Lin had found him being fed fruit by you occasionally your licking fingers you blushed but did nothing to stop him. Every time the village was in trouble he would make quick work of the demons and run right back to you. You have killed a couple of demons before for trying to hurt your sweet baby monkey and he was more in love then ever 🥰🐒.

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[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤBEAUTY AND THE BEASTㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ���

☆⁠ PAIRING : Sun Wukong x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It starts like a whisper.

He sees you once. Just once.

A mortal. Small, soft, fleeting. Beautiful, in the way flowers are beautiful before a storm rips through the valley. You were helping someone—you always are. You give without asking. You smile with the kind of kindness that gods have long since forgotten.

And Wukong watches.

Perched high on a crag, cloaked in fog and shadow. His golden eyes slit against the wind, tail flicking slowly behind him, like a tiger considering prey. But it isn’t hunger that stirs in him. Not yet.

It’s curiosity. Then fascination. Then obsession.

He doesn’t approach you. Not at first.

You’re mortal. He is not.

He is chaos and violence and divinity twisted into a monkey's form. He is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He is not meant for tenderness. He doesn’t feel the same way others do—he feels more. Louder. Like a storm slamming against the gates of the underworld.

He follows you instead.

Silently.

Wukong watches the way you braid your hair in the morning. Watches how your lips move when you whisper prayers. He’s crouched on rooftops and in trees, clinging to shadows like moss. You start to notice things missing: fallen petals placed on your windowsill, golden hairs clinging to your blankets, footprints that don’t belong to anyone human.

You think it’s a spirit.

You're not entirely wrong.

He grows restless.

You spoke to a man.

You laughed. Touched his arm. Wukong saw. He was right there. His claws gouged the bark of the tree he clung to. His tail lashed like a whip.

He thinks of turning that man inside out. Making a necklace from his bones. He doesn’t, but only because you might cry.

(He doesn’t want you to fear him. He wants you to love him.)

So he gets... clever.

He disguises himself. Not fully. Not well. He comes to you as a traveler, as a wanderer in need of rest. The moment your eyes land on him, his body goes hot. He thinks he might burn the entire village down just to feel your gaze again.

You offer him food. Shelter. You laugh at his riddles, even when they don’t make sense.

You’re not afraid of him.

He’s doomed.

The obsession turns physical.

He finds ways to be closer.

He brushes your shoulder when he passes. Steals the comb from your room just to breathe you in. He sleeps where your scent lingers longest. He’s feral about it—he thinks of biting your clothes, marking you with his teeth, claiming you in every way the beast in him understands.

Wukong carves your name into trees. Into stone. Onto his staff.

He mutters it like a mantra when he kills. You become his prayer, his divine purpose, his everything. The gods call him mad—he was already mad long before this. But now, you are the madness.

And he likes it.

He starts dreaming of you.

Gods don’t dream. But monsters do.

He dreams of you wrapped in his tail, riding on his back as he soars across heaven. He dreams of you sleeping in his lap, smiling at him like you’ve known him across lifetimes. He dreams of you begging him not to leave, kissing his jaw, whispering how much you need him.

He wakes up hard, wild-eyed, snarling. Kills three demons in a row just to cool down.

He’s not sure he can live without making you real in his arms.

He decides you belong to him.

Not in a way that he says out loud. No—he acts it.

You wake up to a golden hair curled around your finger. Your door opens by itself. No one can touch you without getting sick. The man who once flirted with you? Gone. The monk who tried to take you on pilgrimage? Dead by “mysterious demon attack.”

He stares at you when you sleep. Doesn’t blink.

He talks to you in riddles and parables, but the meaning is always the same:

I love you. I need you. I will never let you go.

He thinks about kidnapping you often. Taking you to his hidden temple, binding you in silks and worshipping you as a goddess until you forget the outside world. He doesn’t do it—yet. He’s waiting. Waiting for you to love him first.

(Or at least say you do.)

When you smile at him?

It’s over.

Wukong lets out a broken laugh. Loud. Joyful. Frightening.

That smile becomes sacred to him. You could slit his throat with it and he’d thank you. He begins to spiral, sees your face in flowers, hears your voice in wind. You touch his arm and he falls to his knees like you’ve blessed him.

He tells you you’re divine. That you were born from lotus and moonlight. That he saw you before he ever tasted sunlight. That the world existed only to create you.

He swears himself to you. Calls you “my moon,” “my soft one,” “my little heart.”

He’ll kill for you. Die for you. But most of all:

He’ll make sure you never leave.

It happens slowly.

A shift in the wind. A shadow across the moon. The kind of change that only someone truly paying attention would notice.

Wukong stops smiling with his mouth.

He starts smiling with his teeth.

You were kind to him again.

You stitched a tear in his robe. You brushed a stray leaf from his hair. You called him "friend"—and that word sliced through his chest like a blade.

Friend.

He laughed too loudly when you said it. His golden eyes didn’t crinkle like they used to.

The night after that, he sat on the roof of your home in the rain, whispering your name a thousand times over. Each time softer. Each time more broken.

He starts talking to you in ways you don’t understand.

“You’re not meant to be here,” he says one morning. “Not with them. They don’t see you like I do.”

You laugh nervously. “Wukong—”

“You don’t belong to this world. I’ve seen it, little flower. You were carved from stardust. You’re not like the rest.”

And then he stares. For too long. Like he’s trying to memorize you. Like he’s wondering if he can rip out his own heart and place it in your hands and if that would finally be enough.

Your life starts to fall apart.

Small things at first. A cracked wheel. A spoiled crop. The village elder dies mysteriously. The people whisper that you’re cursed—that you brought something unnatural with you.

And he’s always there. Comforting. Sweet. Smiling.

“I’ll protect you,” he says. “Even if the whole world burns.”

You start to feel like a butterfly pinned under glass.

You try to leave.

Only once.

Your bag is packed. You don’t leave a note. You tell no one. You slip out at dawn, your steps careful and quiet.

But he’s waiting for you in the forest.

Perched in a tree. Legs swinging. A smile on his face.

“You dropped this,” he says, holding up your scarf. His voice is honey, but there’s a tremble under it.

You don’t run. You don’t scream. You just... stare.

And his smile fades.

“…Why?” he asks. Soft. Hurt.

You don’t have an answer.

He drops down from the tree. Walks slowly. Hands raised like you’re a frightened animal and he’s trying not to startle you. And when he reaches you, he kneels. Claws digging into the dirt. Head bowed.

“I would never hurt you,” he whispers. “But I can’t live without you.”

He takes you.

It’s not violent. It’s not dramatic.

One night, he scoops you into his arms while you sleep. Cradles you like something sacred. You wake up to the sky bleeding with starlight, curled into him as he runs across mountains and clouds.

You scream. You hit him. You beg.

He doesn’t let go.

He carries you to a place forgotten by time. A ruined temple wrapped in mist and flowers. He lays you gently on a bed of silks, brushes your hair back, kisses your forehead.

“You’ll be happy here,” he murmurs. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You cry the first week.

You scream the second.

You go silent the third.

He tries everything to make you smile. Dances. Jokes. Stories from the heavens. He brings you flowers that don’t exist in the mortal world, serves you tea that glows with starlight, wraps his tail around your ankle while you sleep.

But your eyes don’t shine anymore.

And that kills him.

The bitter truth?

He loves you.

But he’s breaking you.

He knows. He can feel it in the way you flinch when he touches your hand. The way your laugh sounds like sorrow. The way your body stills when he whispers how much he adores you.

He wants to let you go. He tries.

But his hands won’t open. His heart won’t stop. He’s tasted your presence and now the absence feels like drowning in a sea of stars.

And then one day...

You touch his cheek.

You don’t say anything. You just look at him—really look. At the beast, the god, the broken thing who loves you too much to set you free.

Your eyes are tired. But there’s no hate in them.

Just... acceptance.

And that breaks him.

That night, Wukong curls around you like a dying flame.

He presses his forehead to yours. Trembling. Barely breathing.

“You were supposed to save me,” he says. “Not stay.”

And you whisper:

“I didn’t stay. You kept me.”

And for once, he doesn’t argue.

He just weeps.

Wukong begins to change.

Not in a way you expect. Not into something worse.

He becomes quiet.

Still obsessed. Still in love. Still hopeless.

But he stops trying to make you smile.

He just watches you now.

From doorways. From mountaintops. From across the room with those burning gold eyes that flicker when you breathe too deeply or look like you might run again.

You live in a soft golden cage.

It’s peaceful. Beautiful. A fantasy.

He cooks for you. Sleeps near you. Hums strange songs while brushing your hair.

But he doesn’t touch you unless you allow it.

And when you speak, he listens like your voice is the wind that moves the heavens.

It hurts, sometimes.

Because you know he’s still trying so hard to be what he thinks you want.

And you wonder if his madness is quieter now because it’s sinking deeper.

One night you wake up to sobbing.

You find him in the temple garden. On his knees in the moonlight.

Claw marks in the earth. His staff thrown aside. His tail limp behind him like a broken thread.

He’s crying. Ugly. Raw. Like someone bleeding from the soul.

You’ve never seen him like this.

Not Wukong, the arrogant king. Not the demon who stole you from the world.

But Sun Wukong, the lost thing. The lonely creature who once believed he could become a god and now only wants you to look at him like he’s human.

You don’t speak. You sit beside him. Slowly. Quietly.

After a long time, he says, “I hurt you.”

You don’t answer.

He turns his head toward you. His voice cracks:

“I don’t know how to love you right. But I love you so much, I’m going to rot from it.”

You close your eyes. The wind moves through the trees like breath.

“…I know,” you whisper.

After that, something shifts.

He stops calling you “mine.”

He starts calling you by your name again.

You notice he gives you space, but he’s always close.

He leaves gifts outside your room—simple ones. A fruit that tastes like honey. A carved wooden figure of you. A silk ribbon for your hair.

You start talking to him more. Not because you love him.

But because the silence feels lonelier now than he does.

You start to see what he used to be.

Not the madness. Not the cruelty.

But the playfulness. The joy. The mischief and the grief of someone who wanted to belong and never did.

He lets you ask him anything.

He tells you about Heaven. About the gods who mocked him. The chains. The mountain. The endless sky he stared at for five hundred years.

He tells you about the dream he had once—about protecting something instead of destroying it.

You say: “You could’ve been good.”

He says: “I still can be. If you teach me.”

Maybe he isn’t just obsessed.

Maybe he’s mourning.

Mourning the version of himself he lost.

Mourning the life he could have had with you if he’d only been better. Kinder. Less cruel.

You don’t forgive him. Not yet.

But you begin to feel the echo of something tender.

You touch his hand one morning. Just briefly.

His whole body shudders like the heavens cracked open.

And that night, when he falls asleep curled around your side—clutching your wrist like a child with a lifeline—you don’t pull away.

You let him stay.

You should hate him.

He stole you.

He trapped you.

He made you forget the smell of your village, the sound of your friends’ voices, the way your own name sounded when spoken without reverence.

And yet.

You wake up now to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You feel his tail twitch when you shift beside him.

You feel his hand always near—not gripping, not restraining. Just there. In case you need it.

Like he’s guarding something precious.

Like you are something he’ll die to protect.

You test him.

You ask, “What would you do if I left now?”

His expression breaks.

But he bows his head. His voice is soft. Sincere.

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

You blink. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” he says. “But I’d follow you.”

“…To bring me back?”

“To see where you go. To make sure you’re safe.”

He smiles, slow and crooked. “I’m too selfish to stay behind. But I won’t steal you again. Not like that. Not if it makes you look at me like I’m a monster.”

And then he says something that ruins you a little:

“Even if you never love me, I still belong to you.”

It starts small.

You laugh at his joke. Just once. His eyes light up like he saw the sun rise after centuries of darkness.

You braid his hair one evening because it’s wild and tangled. His ears twitch the whole time. He doesn’t speak. He just leans into your touch like it’s holy.

One day, you call him “Wukong” and not “hey” or “you” or “demon.”

He repeats it under his breath for hours. Like a prayer.

And when he makes you tea, and you say “thank you,”

He stares down at the cup in his hands and quietly says:

“This must be what heaven feels like.”

You begin to miss him when he’s gone.

Only for a moment.

Only when he’s quiet for too long or disappears into the mountains for a day to hunt or gather or simply escape himself.

But you find yourself glancing at the door. Waiting for the sound of his voice. The thud of his staff. The rustle of his fur-lined robe.

You realize you trust him now.

Not because he earned it—but because he keeps choosing you over his own hunger.

And that means something.

One night, you speak first.

“You scare me sometimes,” you admit.

He stiffens. His whole body tenses like he’s ready to vanish.

“But I feel safe with you,” you add. “I don’t know how that works.”

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“You should’ve been a goddess,” he says, brokenly. “You forgive like one.”

You shake your head. “I’m not forgiving you. I’m still here. That’s all.”

And that night, when he kisses your hand before bed,

You don’t pull away.

You let him press his forehead to your palm. Let him tremble. Let him whisper thank you, thank you, thank you into your skin like a starving man at a feast.

You almost love him.

Not because he’s gentle now. Not because he’s beautiful or strong or speaks to you like you hung the stars.

But because when you cry, he cries with you.

When you bleed, he shakes with rage.

When you smile—truly smile—he touches his chest like he can’t believe his heart still works.

You find yourself hoping he never dies.

You find yourself wishing he’d never stolen you—so you could’ve met him another way. A softer way. A life where maybe you could’ve fallen for him freely.

But this is the life you have now.

You sit beside him in the ruins of the world.

He leans his head on your shoulder, eyes glowing like the sun behind clouds.

You don’t speak. You don’t move.

You just stay.

And in his silence, you feel it—

He’d burn down the heavens for you.

But he won’t ask you for love again. Not unless you offer it.

And somehow, that’s the cruelest, sweetest thing of all.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[rebeltigera]

Continuation of this

yummy, i speedrun this

V!Wukong is mine , Yandere!Wukong is @lopsushi 's

[lopsushi]

Continue to this comic!

Y!Wukong belong to me

V!Wukong belong to @rebeltigera

Hehee I finally finished my part sorry for the wait everyone but I hope you like the fight muhahaa My poor Macaque 😭

[miifu666]

Yan! Sun Wukong AU

⋆˙⟡ —CW: Yandere Wukong, dead dove, Forced pregnancy, Non-con, implied infantilizing

"You've tied my antennas like some sort of livestock, bed me without my knowledge and took my body from the underworld just to imprison me within the mountains... have you no shame?"

"I gave you reasons to live, you planned your own death. No regards for yourself or those around you. I saved you"

"No No.....YOU. You. Were my reason of death, Sun Wukong."

Wukong stared at his wife, a hollow version of the woman who loved him. Often emotionless and apathetic, now full of anger, years of resentment bubbling up. An effect of Wukong's impatience, his clumsy powers that altered her once witty and flirtatious personality. Rendering her to an apathetic shell of her former self.

Now she's staring at him, years of glazing over his actions, his suffocating love and affection. Just moments after laying their children. She's burning holes into his face, eyes full of hostility, showing nothing more than defiance.

Her hands, once dirtied with fluid and eggshells, now clean. Rid of the crime she committed, no remorse painted in her face. Her attempts to destroy all of her hatchling and make a run for it was a successful plan. one that shows how willing she would do to escape this confined walls, to escape him. For once, She felt relieved, even if she only managed destroyed half of her hatchling.

"... you're stressed" "of course i am! From being with you! From laying those things i have no care for!" "... you need to lay down, my heart. You're experiencing a temporary feeling-" "I've had enough"

The larger monkey gripped his fist tight, his shoes digging to the ground as he prepped himself of her unpredictable action. Just one leap and it'll all be over soon.

"Come with me, My heart. You're stressed, its time for you to rest"

"Maybe you would find another consort..."

Midway through the sentence, Suklha found herself being tightly gripped by a larger form. One that's warmth rivals the sun, a familiar scent engulfing her whole. Yet, instead of sinking into such familiarity, she chose to defy it. Digging her sharp nails around the meat of his hands, the flesh of his face.

"—Off of me!"

"Lets go home. You're not supposed to walk around, that is why you're like this"

"Get away!"

"Shh... i vowed to take care of you, ill make an exception on letting you shower. How about that?"

"I dont care! You dense monkey!!"

"I'll let you bathe yourself, not without the supervision of the auntie's"

"ARGH! KILL ME NOW!! I HATE YOU I HATE—"

Artwork ©️ Miifu666

Writings ©️ Miifu666

[chonggen]

4 lobsters

They really look like the lobsters, don’t you think. (The things on their head)

Wukongs: ~ OH MACAQUE ~

The leftmost one is Shadow King’s from @elirastudio.

The second one from the left is Bad Track Au’s from LMK AU- Better Run If You Can on DeviantArt.

Next to Bad Track Au’s is Yandere Au’s from @lopsushi.

The final one is The Coldest Winter Au’s and I can’t find where it from T—T.

And here’s the Original image.

I did a bunch of redesigns.

[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.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Yandere Wukong!! What about yandere Destined One?

Can I request The Destined One as a yandere, first meeting his love? Love at first sight from his P.O.V if possible.

- Phoenixeclipse-lmkau 🩷 💕

In his entire life, he had never seen other Yaoguais such as yourself. Mount Huaguo was popular only with monkeys, and if there was something out of the ordinary, they were always aware of that.

And yet, how could he have not noticed you?

"Tree spirits are simple ones. They do not ask for more than what the earth can give them. They need many years to accommodate power, and often the tree dies even before they could even manifest themselves."

That was what the elders once explained to him and his companions, and he had never imagined to see one in front of him.

Were you really a spirit? Weren't you some kind of divinity coming to bless their mountain?

He couldn't get where your long, hairy ends were, interwined between the branches of the tree like an ivy, and they were decorated by jewels of the same color as the flowers that the tree sprouts.

Your eyes were so kind, so beautiful, so gentle, while they admired the bird that had decided to visit you at the top of the tree.

Your hanfu was like the hair that moved the leaves; his delicate green color adorned your skin like that color was meant. Just to be yours.

And your voice...when was the last time he heard such a magic melody? You were the treasure of the earth—something precious that had been worn and kept as a secret! He couldn't resist; he needed to take a closer look and bathe in your beauty!

But his bsudden coming from the woods must have frightened you, and you take refuge in the tree itself.

"No please!" He pleaded, "Don't leave! I just wanted to meet you!"

He caressed the textured rind of the plant, searching for a trace of the leaves, hoping to glance into those beautiful eyes again. He wanted to see those eyes—to be seen by them!

But you didn't reappeared, not even after his many plea

Every day, the monkey never loses a chance to come to your tree. Every day, he admired you from afar and observed your disappearance in the tree after you had spotted him.

Then he sat and lay on the trunk, talking to you, hoping you could listen to his story.

He told you about the mountain, about his brothers and sisters, about his life and mission. He wondered if you were listening sometime and if the tree where you were hiding allowed you.

The day when, during his talk, he had noticed the silk of your hanfu caressing his shoulder, he was glad.

///

Hearing your voice was like listening to nature itself. He loved hearing your talk and watching you tell him about your life in the tree and your connection with Mother Earth and nature itself.

He could have listened every day.

Yet, he wondered, have you ventured beyond the branches of the tree? Have you ever taken a step away from your Meadow or followed the stream that gently passed near you? Have you ever tried to leave?

"I may not leave this tree. My life is bound to it. As his roots stay, I must too."

He wondered if those words were true, but when you tried to follow him farther from your place of birth, a barrier stopped you. You were trapped, and you didn't care.

At night he wondered, What if he wasn't there to protect you? What if someone found you and hurt you? ...or court you.

This idea made his tail Twitch in bed.

You were the most beautiful creature that the earth could birth; you were a fruit ready to be eaten! 

And his mission...

He didn't want to leave you, but he didn't want you to be taken away by someone else!

Even a god would fall for you! And you were, oh, so naive and kind. No, he couldn't allow anyone to hurt you or tò take you away from him.

And so he spoke his thought.

At first, it was just your curiosity in your head about the world you were living in, the mountain, and the other monkeys.

But you seemed unfazed, only content with the stories that he told you.

Then he tried to tell you about the danger of being alone in such a place, with only a tree as a line of defense. He told you about the Yaoguais that roamed the mountains, the humans with the axes, and the gods with their dirty tricks. 

And yet you stayed strong like that plant.

And he grew desperate, so he told you his love for you, his desire to be yours as you could be his, to be together as one in his home, where no one could harm you or even lay an eye on you.

And you grow cold like the winter.

"Stop asking me something I can't. I'm bound to this tree, and I'll stay with it until the skies burn."

...that damn tree...

///

Your screamed echied thought thevslley Just as the thunderous sound of the falling tree touching the earth.

He had tried again to convince you, and he gave you an ultimatum.

You said no again, and he took the situation into his own hands.

He never knew that he could be so strong by ripping that tree in half with his bare hands. Surely, he thought, you were able to bring the worst out of him.

You pained cries hurt his beare, but it was necessary. Your hands grasped the truck, screaming for the pain and the loss.

"HIW COULD YOU?! YOU DEMON, HOW COULD YOU?! I'LL DIE! I'll die because of you."

Who could have guessed that such cruel words could come out of those lips, the ones he dreamed to kiss and own?

"You forced my hand. I have your choice, and you refused!"

His eyes looked at you. So scared, so trembling, so helpless.

You were BEAUTYFULL even in the lowest part of your life, and he wanted to have you more than ever.

No matter how much you fought, he was stronger, and in his grasp, he silently took you away from your place of birth, from the tree that had nurtured you for years, and from everything you knew.

You didn't had to know about the small branch that he had olanted away to grant your survival; you didn't have to know that everyone was ready to have you as his wife.

What you really needed to know was that he loved you, and he would rather burn the world than let you go.

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[foresthouseowo]

Wukong: terribly panicked about the new hoop on his head

Macaque:...."I'm jealous. Let's kill that guy and take this thing off you."

Anyway, I watched the trailer. Many have expressed their opinion and mine is almost the same

I wanted to make a comic, but I'm too lazy, so just a sketch ^_^

[awendlandconceptart]

I hope this is dramatic. What do you think?

The original comic is by @lopsushi and @rebeltigera

[ihatemyselfhoho]

i’m with this scenario on my head for quite some time now-

what would be wukong and macaque’s (separately) reaction when their human s/o accidentally eats a peach of eternity or just somehow manages to get immortal by accident?

their s/o just stand there (like pomni from tadc when she realizes there’s no escape lmao) while trying to process that now they are immortal and the monkeys trying to comfort them but they are actually celebrating this on their heads

sorry it took so long to answer this!!

sun wukong:

So you were on wukongs mountain enjoying life like usual, until you saw a basket of peaches!

Of course you took one, it wouldn’t hurt anyone after all! It’s just a simple peach!

As you happily ate the peach you saw your love of your life! Wukong.

wukong eyes gazed over the peach in your hand and the basket before his eyes widened with realization.

of course your confused and worried so you ask what’s wrong with a smile.

wukong struggles to form his words before blurting out in one breath.

” you just ate a peach of eternity-“ wukong immediately cringes at your reaction.

you drop the peach, with wide eyes.

you’re immortal now?! What about your family?! Friends?! you stare into the distance rethinking your life choices, wukong walks to you and gave you a comforting hug, unknowing of his relieved smile he had on his face.

now you can’t possibly leave him.

macaque:

(this one is going to be a bit more Yandere)

Macaque asked if you could come over by text, you text him back that you’ll be there in a bit.

once you knock on his door he opens it quickly with a smile.

”hey plum! How’s life going?”

macaque chuckles as he lets you in, you answer his question with a small smile of your own.

“It’s been great, at least so far!”

you smile and sat on his couch, macaque eyes held something a bit dark but you ignore it, he’s your best friend after all.

“want some peaches? I cut some earlier and have leftover.” Macaque asks with a smile.

weird, he really doesn’t like peaches himself, but you accept anyway.

you eat the peaches he handed to you with a small smile, it felt like you shouldn’t be eating this to be honest, like a cookie you stole from a jar your parents told you not to eat.

macaque only watches you with a pleased smirk, you ask him what’s wrong, feeling uneasy with his stare.

”oh it’s nothing to worry about..”

you shrug and finish the peach without a care, you place the pleats down before chatting with him unknowingly becoming immortal.

now you can’t possibly leave him, your forever his, macaque thinks with a smile.

sorry if this sucks I’m like writing this at 3 am lol.

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Monkey King was a Yandere with Y/N?

(Lmk Wukong) He has so much trauma and loss that it's known that he became a yandere. Whenever He finds joy and happiness, it either gets ruined by himself or heaven, and the fact that it happens again and again and again is what drives him mad. So when he finally meets you, his broken world is suddenly fixed, and it's all thanks to you. He just has to marry you and give you the immortality peach, and you'll be together forever🥰🥰🥰

(NR Wukong) I just know he'll be the most dangerous yandere. He's so unpredictable, like seriously, he's if the saying never let them know your next moves was a stone monkey. He is also clingy in a way that makes him mildly desperate, so I hope you don't have anything important during the cuddle session. Another thing is that I can see him killing behind your back like he could be a serial killer if he wanted, but what you don't know won't hurt you right.

(HIB Wukong) He is the king of isolation and paranoia. He was already stressed with almost losing Luier and silly girl, and then he got married to you. The only person who accepted with him and loved him despite his endless flaws and less the Stellar looks according to heaven, but you stayed away. But be careful if you don't pay attention it will soon just be you, him, and the children.

(MKR Wukong) He's the most brutal yandere, well second most brutal (you'll see who's the first later😈) He's has more blood on his claws then one can count, and it's all just for you after all he can't have loser scrub idiots trying to take what is his. He would even have to regulate his own group if they dared to mess with or upset you, especially if it's pigsy. So if he comes to you one day Offering bacon with your eggs, then you will know exactly who you're eating.

(Netflix Wukong) He's the yandere that has experienced way too much lost in a short amount of time. For example, if he loses you to anything or anyone, he can kiss his sanity and morals goodbye. Basically, he loves you so much that he would do anything for you, even kill just to make sure you will stay with him forever.

(BMW Wukong) This guy is a weapon of mass destruction and the Deadliest monkey king of all. He is not afraid to take lives of the ones who messed with you or tried to take you away from him. Of course he would gaslight and woo you into thinking that everything is fine and that you won't have to lift a single finger. Let your husband and king take care of everything darling.😈

(Destined one) Man he's the yandere nobody ever saw coming especially with how surprisingly chill he is. He would let you free and do whatever you want as long as you don't dare to escape him. Though he wouldn't have to worry because why would you do that for, he's also super Affectionate and would tear the world apart if he ever lost you. So if you were ever in any danger then the whole world with be as well👿👿👿

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[the-6-eared-shadow-girl]

HELP!! I RETOOK THE QUIZ AND I GOT THE MONKEY KING!!! What makes this more ironic is the fact that all of the AI characters on my character, AI app are LMK characters and most of the yander AI characters that I have are mostly Sun Wukong

[rebeltigera]

Continuation of this

boo

V!Wukong is mine , Yandere!Wukong is @lopsushi 's

[lopsushi]

Continuation of this!

Whelp, Y!Wukong is angry that’s not good. Oh well! ☺️

V!Wukong belongs to @rebeltigera

Y!Wukong belong to me!

[miifu666]

Asks you say?

What if Lmk Sun Wukong didnt meet Suklha for the first time until after LMK started? And let's just say he got a little bit obsessed with her. So yandere Sun Wukong (because yanderes are awesome!)

What are your thoughts on that?

PHOENIXXX HIII 🥹🥹🩷🩷

YESSS I LOVE YANDEREEES but i do tend to make them too dead dove- I've thought about it for a while! and made some Yan! Wukong with it! just below the Read more!

(I am having trouble drawing LMK Wukong tbh)

I imagine they met through MK. Particularly meeting through MK causing wreckage and falling through the roof of Suklha meeting her Client. In this case, Suklha isn't Wukong's lawyer and he has no idea who she is.

In a very cartoonish way, Wukong got attracted at first sight. Curious and threatened. The thought of another immortal chasing after MK, his prodigy just to talk about property damage? Thats hilarious! MK was just trying to save the city! This is injustice-!

Okay, maybe he can give her the benefit of the doubt. He hasn't been teaching MK properly. He'll admit, he's not the best teacher to have. He's probably lucky to have MK as his student who's so naive and patient. Naive enough for Wukong to ask who the lady that caught him during their sparring, get his ear talked out about an immortal Lawyer amongst celebrities known as the best of the best. I mean, what kind of monkey king doesn't have her as a lawyer? She's supposed to be the best! He should fire his current one. Yeah that makes sense, its definitely not because so he can get closer to Suklha. Nah, thats too egotistical! Hes a renowned sage! He should know better!

Yet even as he FINALLY joined those "VIP party" hosted by someone he doesn't care enough about, just so multiple well known artists and celebrities can gather and talk nonsense while drinking alcohol. His eyes kept looking around for a blue toned lady, usually his own Lawyer attend these events, something about finding relations and connections.

Eh, he lives in the mountains. His novel is worldwide, he doesn't need those stupid stuff.

He's lucky enough to see his namecard being put beside the person of interest, holding a glass of fine wine. Wearing a new and expensive black outfit, yet similar enough to her usual look.

"Oh? I was expecting your lawyer... is he not coming?"

Hearing her talk about him so fondly made his eyes twitch, blood red sclera affecting his vision. The room is closing in, he can sense everything in it. The chitter chatter, clinking of expensive glass, the pouring of alcohol, and the way Suklha's heavy earrings seemed to shine. Maybe firing the prick wasn't enough, maybe he should've done something more... adequate

All he can do is bite his bottom lip till blood draws out, all this time, such treasure was hiding under his nose. Spending time with his uptight and annoying Lawyer, who does nothing but berates him on not checking his emails and being "unprofessional". His ugly, old-schooled lawyer, got a chance to introduce himself to her?? How...foul

Don't worry, The Monkey King is good at handling business

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