#yandere sun x reader

[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.

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Afton'd Reader AU my beloved,, clingy obsessed possessive boys my beloved,,,, i really should draw this Mentally Unwell Trio more often, its very fun skldfhsdkjfdh

[yearninflowers]

Imagine…

Phainon, who would deem you as a sun and view you as the pinnacle of perfection in his life. He once saw you somewhere and decided to look into you after seeing how glaringly bright you are. Throughout his life, one haunted by the horrors of his past, you became the anchor to his reality, fully capturing his mind onto the present time.

The scream of the devil inside his mind hollowed out at the sounds of your laughter.

On some days, the scream was louder, harsher, even tempting.

Phainon, who would inscribe a sun over his neck just so he could get reminded of you every time he looked at a mirror. He sighed, caressing the sun softly as if he was touching you. Sometimes, once the sun had settled nicely to his skin, he would latch his fingernails to it, letting small prickles of blood flow out and taint the ever-so-lovely sun. His breath would hitch at the thought of you drenched in his blood.

Perhaps, the devil was him all along.

Perhaps, he was the one screaming inside his mind, scratching his soul with the itch to let loose and claim you as his one and only treasure, his sole sun.

Phainon, who would eventually relent to his desire, taking you all to himself. He would beg, down on his knees, for you to love him as he loved you. His heart soars high to wrap itself on your own, swallowing your whole being to be all his, alone.

“It’s my sign of love for you, Sunshine.” He whispered to your ear, forcing your hands to wrap around his neck.

He smiled, soft, as if proud of the bloody sun he had made.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Idea Dump - Peach

Wukong: *Holding out a peach.*

Reader: *Suspicious* No thank you.

Wukong: You need to eat my love. *Dragging out an innocent act by smiling nicely.*

Reader: Yeah... nope, I'm good. *Spins around to walk away*

Macaque: What's going on?

Wukong: She won't accept my peach 🥺

Reader: Not falling for it!

Macaque:... would you like this peach instead?

Reader: … No.

Macaque: Awe come on my love! You need to eat something!

Reader:...

Runt: *Scampers up holding a small peach around half the size of the warlords with a slight bruise on it.*

Reader: Aren't you just the cutest. Thank you *Proceeds to eat peach without complaint*

Wukong and Macaque: Oh come on!

[h4n47105]

Yandere batch!!!! Woo!!!

Used old Sun as a muscle study and did pretty well, so, won't you come to his embrace? He's been working hard to keep in shape 🥺

The other artwork is Yandere! D.O and poor, poor Yuánhóu in an alt AU where she didn't chose the path of the warrior and ended up being his bride

[miifu666]

I finally drew LMK wukong... while also making him yandere because uh.. i like yanderes, we need more yan!Wukong content pls 🙏🥹 anyway Heres my rendition of what yandere lmk sun wukong would be like.. maybe ooc, ive only watched season 1...

Also not proofread— At ALL

⋆˙⟡ — Cw : Yandere, Dub-con, ooc lmk Wukong?, art is wukong x oc but writing is Wukong x reader, not proofread.

I imagine Yan!Wukong to be the type who taunts you about his past actions, how feral and rebellious he was, able to defeat the entire heavenly army and scared the Jade emperor out of his wits just for existing in flower fruit mountain. This only happens when you disobey him ofc, you left the cabin? Denied his wants to feed you himself? Maybe its time to remind you who he is

" See how i was back then? I was a Savage, untamed even if i had that stupid crown around my head. You wouldn't want me to be like that now do you, Peaches? "

He's a sweetheart, Patience and Virtue is a thing he learned the most during his years of living. Yet, unpredictability is also his nature. Especially as a monkey king. There are times when he would tolerate you acting bratty, a bit Defiant is all fun, but when the day comes where he's fought too many Yaoguais, Demons, and Alike. All he wants is your comforting touch soothing him of his worries. The last thing he needs is your uncooperative attitude.

" Peaches... im not in the mood for this. Eat the food. Now. Ive been kind to you. It's either you eat the food or ill get rough."

Wukong is canonically someone who hasnt experienced any romantic nor sexual attraction, the moment he does. He doesn't have a clue on what to do. All he can think of is being in his monkey nature, which includes being possessive, territorial, dominating, and providing you with nutrients. He doesn't trust others enough to help him with his feelings, barely have the guts to ask Bajie if you're in a bad mood. He prefers to wait for others to give him advice (not that he'll take to account).

"MK doesn't know anything, he's a kid! He doesn't understand love like i do... like us adults do. Im doing this to PROTECT you, peaches!"

There might be times where he'll be more touchy than usual, conditioning you to feel comfort and used to his physical affection. Wukong is nothing but patient, he knows how to pavlov you into feeling relaxed once you feel his hands. You'll notice his punishments ranged from letting him groom you, mark you and finally letting him eat you out.

The euphoric bliss whenever he touches you or caught a whiff of your scent is tantalizing, Due to this, he prefers to be the one to serve you rather than you serving him. A king needs his Queen to bleed his heart into, not a concubine who perfoms.

" ah, ah ah~ Remember what i said? You either let me groom your pretty head or i might change things up a little..."

Wukong who gloats about the ring around your finger, making sure everyone. Even the heavens. Know, who you belong to. Theres no such thing as divine intervention, HE willed this fate, HE knit the red threads of fate till it spells your name. Theres an endless amount of love flowing through his heart for you, it seeps through timelines and past reincarnations. Even if your current life is done in this world, he'll continue on finding you. Binding you with him, gripping your heart so close till it beats in harmony with his. He'll make sure to leave an imprint of himself in your soul, even your future consorts needs to know him in order to understand you.

While you came from another world, your own destiny is temporary in his. Wukong will fight tooth and nails to defy the stars just to have you as his permanently. He'll create his own thread. His own happy ending with you.

And if theres anyone who dares to leak the rough details about your hostage love life... hes not known as the god of trickster for nothing

" if the moon and stars are reflection of the past, would they know how many lifetimes have i been loving you before our souls reconciled in this one?

Because i couldn't possibly have just learned to love you this much, all in this single lifetime"

Artwork ©️ Miifu666

Writings ©️ Miifu666

[certified-pumi]

Unloved Beloved

One person already shared their idea for @itsabouttimex2’s platonic yan AU, “Not The Beloved” (go check it out if you haven’t already) so I’m here to share mine too, inspired by their “Not The Beloved” fic. An ‘what if’ scenario if you will.

warnings: spoilers for lmk season 5, gender neutral reader, child neglect, parentification, favouritism, yandere platonic/familial characters, kidnapping, likely OOC writing.

Following close to canon, Xiangliu was the one responsible for MK’s egg hatching prematurely. Thus, also allowing for the Shadowpeach family to finally have their perfect monkey baby!

One day for whatever reason, Xiangliu ends up on the Flower Fruit mountain. Recognising where he is, he decides to pay a quick visit to the little harbinger that he had set free.

He didn’t have to look for long, as he noticed two small, monkey silhouettes on the beach. Approaching them, he immediately recognised MK, the little ball of sunshine as energetic as ever. He played with who appeared to be another monkey, only somewhat much taller than him in stature.

However, upon closer inspection, Xiangliu realized that it wasn’t another monkey that MK played with. As the young child took off their hood, the demon was met with a pair of innocent, large eyes that stared back at him.

A human.

Curious enough, he approaches you both. Despite your cautiousness about this strange new face, you easily let your guard down once he convinces you that he’s an old friend of Sun Wukong’s.

He quickly learns that you’re MK’s older sibling and Wukong’s and Macaque’s adopted human child. When Xiangliu asks about your parents’ whereabouts, he’s surprised to learn that both of them are away. “And you’re taking care of the little one all by yourself? Your brother sure seems lucky to have such a reliable older sibling,” he comments. He doesn’t miss the way you try to hide your frown and then nod along.

Naturally, Xiangliu doesn’t stick around for too long. He leaves and once your fathers return, you mention your father’s “old friend” visiting and describe him as best as you can.

Not recognising anyone by that description, Sun Wukong and Macaque brush it off as you having an imaginary friend.

As for Xiangliu himself, he had to admit that he didn’t expect for Sun Wukong and his mate to be present at the right time to adopt the future Harbinger of Chaos. Or that the Great Sun Wukong would also adopt a human child beforehand. Knowing the potential risk to his plans if the Harbinger was being raised by the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque, the nine headed demon decides to drop by more frequently.

He knew that he couldn’t directly approach baby MK. The fact that Sun Wukong and his spouse were fussing over him would mean that he had no opening for talking to the mystic baby monkey without having to talk to them.

And that’s where you come in like a blessing.

By befriending and gaining your trust first, Xiangliu could indirectly learn more about what the rest of your family has been up to. He’d have to put in a little effort not to be noticed by your fathers, sure, but as long as he could use you to keep an eye on MK’s development under the Great Sage, it’ll be worth it.

In the next few years that follow, Xiangliu has observed the dynamics that were in your family in order to befriend you. To him, it became obvious fast how there was a clear favoritism directed towards the youngest child in the family. Of course, he’d use that distance that your fathers were making to let himself close to you.

Each time you were left alone with MK, Xiangliu would appear. Knowing that your parents considered his existence just as imaginary, he decided to play under that guise. He made sure to always remain friendly towards you and MK, offering to play with you both. The best part of all of it to you was that he didn’t treat you differently than MK.

Along with your friendship with Xiangliu prolonging, he started to notice how your fathers’ treatment of MK started to affect you further into your childhood. He didn’t have to intertwine or even talk to you to see it, since your fathers didn’t have to put any effort in making it more obvious.

Whenever he’d attempt to talk to you alone, you’d have to apologize, saying that you’re too tired to talk. The reasons being going to school and then having to babysit MK. It seemed that your fathers completely forgot how the demon toddler’s stamina was much more vast compared to that of a human child.

 And when you weren’t tired, it was during the times that you had your fathers drag you along to wherever MK wanted to go. You never had time to talk to Xiangliu anymore or to even do your own hobbies. 

And like a salt to the wound, the demon could also see all the brand new gifts that MK had each time he’d have some time to observe the boy. Compared to him, you still had your hand-me-downs from your Papa. It didn’t help that  along with them, patched slits for nonexistent ears and tail remained on those clothes. Like a cruel reminder to the reason for your father’s selfish treatment.

It was baffling how both of your fathers prioritized your brother’s feelings over your being. Your entire existence was limited to wherever your parents decided that MK needed something more.

When you tried to reach out to any other adults or to any other kids about your state at home, you were either brushed off or met with disdain. Other people in your life told you to grow out of it and stop being ungrateful. You were the adopted child of Great Sage and his loyal partner, after all. What more do you want, when you already have what many other children don’t?

The more he watched, the more that Xiangliu started to feel an ounce of remorse towards you. While he watched your social life crumble due to having to put MK’s needs before your own, he started to wonder if he made the right choice by letting the boy be adopted by two enabling monkeys.

One time, he caught you quietly crying to yourself. With no one around, Xiangliu had a rare opportunity to comfort you.

“I hate it! Everyone keeps saying how I should be grateful for being adopted by the great, famous warriors like baba and papa… but-! It’s like they don’t love me. Not as much as MK anyway,” as you sniffle, the demon reaches out to stroke your hair.

His touch is gentle while he watches you with a stern frown.

“You must really hate MK, don’t you child?” Xiangliu asks, “To be completely robbed of your freedom, all because both of your parents prioritize his wishes and needs over your own. That must’ve been so difficult for a child like you.” 

As you wipe away your tears, you look at your ‘imaginary friend’.

“I… I don’t,” you admit, “It’s not that I hate MK, it’s just… I-I don’t like how both baba and papa brush me off. When I tell them I’m too tired, I can rest only after all of us go to the arcade that MK wanted to go to. I can’t even play or go to my friends on my own! MK always wants me to play with him or else he’d get upset. And both of them hate to see him cry…”

Xiangliu was quiet as your lower lip started to wobble again. More of your tears fell, making the nine headed demon pull you in a hug.

“It’s not fair, it’s not! Why do they care more about what MK wants? He always gets anything he asks! But I want new things too! Why do I have to work for them and MK doesn’t?!” you wail. “Why is MK their favorite?! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Oh, I know, I know, child…” 

“It’s not fair, it’s not fair!!”

Feeling his resentment for your family growing, Xiangliu doesn’t say anything. He just lets you cry your little heart out.

Once you’re all tuckered out from crying, Xiangliu has no heart to put you back in your bed. He was still fixated on you, safe and peaceful in his arms. Your tear stained face and swollen eyes were something that he couldn’t look away from without feeling resentment.

As a so-called hero and warrior, he couldn’t help but to laugh bitterly each time Wukong referred to himself as your baba. Xiangliu saw how many clones he summoned to take care of MK the moment the boy got sick with the slightest cold. Yet he nor his partner could spare one glance at you, who was waiting for them while being late to school.

He hated the way Macaque missed your potential over the sake of training MK. While he taught the boy how to shadow travel, he completely missed the way you tried to get his attention by trying to perfect one of his signature moves. He only ever patted your head and told you not to bother with it, while going to then teach and praise MK for trying that exact same move.

It seemed that the privileges from Nuwa never left MK, despite him abandoning his shell. The more he observed the young boy, the more Xiangliu grew bitter.

Because of his parents, the boy is gonna grow up with a need to be a hero. To live up to the ideal that Nuwa and his own parents had set out for him.

All while you were used and left behind, like an unpolished gem meant as a gift for your brother.

He recognised that your brother was attached to you. He might be the only one who pays attention to you, besides Xiangliu himself. But, he is also the reason others miss seeing your true potential. You were still young and unwilling to accept that little MK was the true cause for your suffering.

But, that’s where a demon like Xiangliu can help.

He watched you be sidelined for far too long. Your fathers never gave you a chance to experience what you could’ve been, they just kept you restrained to what you should be for your brother.

Irony of it all was that once long ago, your fathers were the one who rebelled against the whole Heaven. And now, they were keeping their own child in a gilded cage while simultaneously undermining your wants and needs, just like how Heaven did to them.

Just like how Nuwa did to him.

He was done watching you suffer your fathers’ foolishness. 

Black tendrils now surround you both, it wasn’t long until Xiangliu had you both teleported from your room. And even so, when he glanced over your unconscious form, you were still sleeping and unaware.

 Far away from those disgraceful fathers, demanding younger brother and that tropical prison that you’ve been forced to call home, now with him you’ll  finally be free. Soon enough and with him by your side, you’ll be able to reach your full potential.

No matter the sudden change in his plans, Xiangliu knows that having you here with him will prove much more fruitful later down the line. And as for your family and more specifically, your brother….

It was too late for him to fix what’s already been done with MK. But he knows, he’ll be able to help you set yourself free.

By sharing with you the freedom of what only the Chaos can bring.

ending note:

It's been so long since the last time I wrote something. I hope that it wasn’t a boring read, lol.

Also, I should mention, I hadn’t finished watching season 5 so I have yet to see what else is going on, buuut I had to get this fic idea out of my system, so yeah.

Thank you everyone that stuck ‘til the end!

[kiwisandpearls]

how to kidnap a little bunny

Yandere! Wukong x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader x Yandere! Macaque

summary: two weird talking monkeys kidnap forcefully adopt you.

warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns, descriptions of blood and gore, descriptions of the death and bodies of reader’s parents, kidnapping, gaslighting if you squint, reader is just not having fun yandere/obsessive behavior, OOC wukong and macaque

You slowly stirred from your dreamless sleep before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You had hoped that it was at least early sometime in the morning, but then groaned when you saw the moon still high up in the sky outside of your window.

It was still night. And you weren't tired one bit. Great.

You let out a long-winded sigh before plopping back down into your bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. You battled with yourself about sneaking downstairs and getting a small midnight snack, but you also didn't want to wake up your parents. You’d never hear the end of it from them if they caught you.

After a few more minutes of staring up at your bland ceiling, you let out a huff slowly and quietly got out of your bed. With a bunny plushie in hand, you slowly cracked your door open, looking up and down the desolate, cold, dark hallway before opening it fully; the door — fortunately — didn’t creak.

You slinked through the hallway before carefully tiptoeing down the stairs, your bunny plushie secured in your right arm as you held the railing with your left hand. As you tiptoed down the stairs a metallic smell faintly tickled your nose, which caused you to stop in confusion. Were your parents up? No…they don’t usually get up this early unless they need something too.

.

.

.

Was it an intruder?

The thought made your heart rate increase and you clutched your plushie tighter to your chest. No. There’s no way an intruder got in. Your parents locked all the doors and windows in the house, and you would’ve heard any windows being broken! You took a deep breath. Yeah. There was no intruder. Your parents must just be awake doing something. Probably just cooking something. Taking another deep breath, you hesitantly continued down the stairs, the metallic stench getting stronger and stronger with each step you took.

By the time you were done walking down the stairs the metallic smell was almost distractingly strong, and your nerves were going into overdrive. You hesitantly creeped your way into the kitchen, begging, praying that that putrid metallic smell was just some bad meat or food your parents were throwing out.

“…Mom…? Dad—?” Your voice fell on your tongue and your bunny plushie almost abandoned on the floor at what you saw when you turned the light on. In front of you laid the still, unmoving bodies of both your mother and father. Whatever features would be on your mother’s face were indistinguishable, all now simply just a nauseating mix of blood and flesh. Your father faced a similar fate, however claw marks were printed onto his neck, which were absent from your mother’s.

Your stomach dropped to your feet as the horrifying realization struck you that that metallic scent was not from any sort of expired meat or food, but from the blood of your now, mangled, dead, parents.

In your shock, you completely missed the two creatures  standing in the room over your parents’ bodies. One was a black-haired macaque monkey with golden eyes, while the other was an orange-haired monkey also with golden eyes. The two continued to stare down your parents’ bodies until you let out a tiny squeak of pure horror, causing the two monkeys’ heads to snap in your direction. The orange-haired monkey’s face morphed from a blank one to one of pure adoration as he took in your features.

“Hi, kiddo!” The monkey warmly said before barreling into you and scooping you into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against yours. You let out a whimper and tried to feebly push him off you as your breathing started to shorten.

“Wha— who are you?” You hoarsely asked.

The monkey pouted at you not knowing who he was, ignoring you trying to push him away.

“Aww…do you not remember us, honey…?” The monkey cooed before smiling softly, “no matter! We have a lot to catch up on anyways! My name’s Wukong, and he’s Macaque,” Wukong said, nodding his head to the other monkey, who was just blankly staring at you. 

“Why…why would you do this to them…?” You feebly asked, looking back down at the sight of your parents. Wukong’s gaze darkened and Macaque stood in front of your parents’ bodies to block them from you.

“We had to do it, kiddo.” This time it was Macaque’s turn to talk, “they obviously weren’t taking care of you,” he said before approaching you and placing a blood soaked hand on his cheek, which only caused you to flinch and let out another small whimper. This only caused Wukong to coo harder.

“Oh, poor baby,” Wukong murmured before planting a kiss on your cheek, “don’t worry, your real parents are here with you now.”

“And we’re taking you home,” Macaque finished off. While his face remained neutral you could see a tint of affection in his golden eyes.

This all would’ve been sweet if your parents’ dead bodies weren’t quite literally right there in front of them.

“No…no, you— you’re not my parents…” you murmured, trying your hardest to riggle yourself out of Macaque’s ironclad grip. 

“Please…I just…I want my mom and dad back…” You pathetically sniffled, tears flooding your eyes, blurring your vision. Wukong sighed before softly kissing your forehead, and Macaque started to rhythmically run his paw through your hair, unintentionally soaking it with your parents’ blood.

That was alright, though. Once you were back home, back to your actual home, you’d get a long warm bath.

“It’s ok, bud. Just go to sleep. We’re taking you home now,” Macaque whispered, his smooth voice — to your horror — relaxing your tense nerves. You wanted to scream and shout, jump out of Wukong’s grasp, do anything, but as if against your will, your eyes started to close and your breathing slowed to a normal speed. 

“Don’t worry…you’ll finally be back at home when you wake up,” Wukong lovingly reassured you. That was the last thing you heard before you let sleep take you.

The last thing you could do was clutch tightly onto your bunny plushie. The bunny plushie your parents gifted you. Your prized possession. And the only remnant you’d had left of your old life.

I really hope that when I copy pasted this from my doc it didn’t severely butcher the formatting lol.

I know that after Journey to the west lmk! Wukong would probably definitely not want to kill innocent mortals but honestly I’m not too beat up over it? A big factor of yandere fics is that it’s basically a fic where you can have characters act in ways they absolutely canonically wouldn’t on account of being a yandere. Sure it’s always to see how characters would still canonically act if they were a yandere but I always think it’s just more fun to go “fuck it” and go crazy with this stuff so (not sure if im explaining it this best)

originally the name of this fic was going to be “kidnapping forced adoption” but with the whole bunny motif I was going for with the reader having a bunny plushie and that being the only thing they were able to keep before being taken by macaque and wukong, I thought this was more of a fitting title but idk, maybe im wrong

I would like to expand on how macaque and wukong got infatuated with reader and why they decided to kill reader’s parents, but only really if people seem interested in the idea, otherwise I think those ideas might just be things to toss and turn in my head

anyways I hope you liked this lol, I do plan on making my next fic at least a bit fluffy, so it probably wont be another platonic yandere one, but im not against it so, just be on the lookout!

[yanderes-galore]

Hi hope it’s not too late to request from lmk , can I please request yandere Monkey king romantic hcs with a darling who refuses to be immortal with him or if you wanna add some comedy what if reader without knowing is avoiding it XD Monkey king offers reader a peach , reader doesn’t like peaches , Reader is feeling under the weather , Monkey king offers her some pills turns out reader already got some pills with her XD

Huh... Sure! I can try my best ^^ Here's my ideas on the topic. Made it female due to the pronouns used in the ask.

Yandere! Sun Wukong with Darling trying not to be immortal

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Deception, Forced Immortality, Existential crisis, Consenusal turned forced relationship.

Being an immortal being can no doubt be lonely at times.

Wukong had learned this a long time ago when he realized he kept losing his closest companions.

While nowadays Wukong is considered a famous hero surrounded by adoring fans, sometimes he still feels... upset.

If Wukong ever wanted to love someone... especially a human... He'd have to deal with their mortality at some point.

But... Sun Wukong would never fall for a human.

...

Then he met you and immediately got reminded of his fear.

He couldn't help it, really....

You're such a pretty girl in his eyes, someone who MK met and befriended.

Now, through his student, Wukong got to meet you.

He hates to say he was smitten at first sight... tail swaying whenever he looks at you, golden eyes wide while his face feels hot...

How sudden....

Wukong wasn't expecting to be enraptured by such a pretty thing.

Yet here he was, struggling to keep himself in check when he talks to you.

He really does try to keep things slow.

He watches over you, protects you, and acts super playful around you.

I'm talking Wukong probably pounces on you, hugs you, wraps his tail around you....

Honestly, sometimes his attraction to you isn't subtle.

He's met beautiful women and celestial beings before.

Yet... You have caught his eye in this lifetime.

Unlike any other, too.

He's never fallen this bad for a human woman before.

His first desire has always been to protect you, to keep you from harm.

You may even be aware of his feelings, of how infatuated he is.

Maybe not the degree... but you can tell with how playful he is that he's in love.

Yet while Wukong can protect you from demons and other threats... There's one thing that will take you from him eventually.

Your own mortality.

While he has thought of this fear before, you made him temporarily forget it.

He's been more focused on your pretty face and adorable mannerisms.

But occasionally, when left alone with his thoughts...

Wukong wonders what will happen if you do die of old age...?

Wukong may not act on this until years into his obsession.

Maybe for this concept you two are actually involved.

You eventually go into a relationship with Wukong, which pleases the monkey king greatly.

Now he can protect you properly.

Unfortunately... His fears tend to make Wukong seem distant.

Sure, he has you, but for how long?

How long until your time is up?

You no doubt notice this with Wukong when you're around him.

Late at night when you sleep beside him at his home, Wukong seems to be deep in thought.

His golden eyes are often worried... You're aware he gets nervous about potential threats...

But you had no clue how bad it was.

You always comforted him by pulling him close, petting his fur as you cuddled him.

It never solves the problem.

While you may be comfortable with your mortality as a human, Wukong isn't.

You may learn of his fears in passing conversation.

"Do you ever wish for immortality?"

When you decline, saying you're happy with your current lifespan, Wukong stays silent.

You know he worries about losing you... That's the downside of being immortal...

Yet you never wished for the same lengthened lifespan.

Wukong probably would make his partner immortal.

You're not like most humans to him...

You're special, you're his, you're practically soulmates to him....

Would he manipulate you into it? I can see it.

While deception is more of a Macaque thing... Wukong is still quite capable of it.

Honestly, he's stolen a Peach of Immortality before...

I can see him using MK or himself to get another one to trick you into eating it.

He doesn't expect you to eat it willingly.

Who knows, maybe like you said you really don't like peaches?

So... What's exactly stopping him from hiding it in your food?

Even if you weren't partners, you'd probably trust him enough to accept a gift of good from him.

You wouldn't realize until it's too late that he's tricked you.

"You can be mad, I expect it... but soon you'll thank me. Now you and I are together, forever, for all of eternity. Isn't it exciting, peaches?"

It isn't exciting, it's nerve-wracking.

Now you'll be outliving all your friends and family.

Due to Wukong's selfish desire to not be alone, he isolated you.

Now he's the only one you have.

He will be for many years to come.

Wukong tries to tell you it won't be so bad, that you'll love being with him like you always have...

Yet you're already calculating how long you have with him.

To Wukong, making you immortal soothes his own fears and keeps you as his... To him, it's a happy ending.

To you? Well...

It only gives you more fears when you think of the future with him.

[blackknight-kai]

Just Busty things:

This is a Drabble about that hot as fuck way too detailed bust. You know the one 🫵.

(Edit: I am writing this fic 👀)

The “life size” bust of Sun Wukong from the video game attracts his dormant spirit- you bought it / go a hold of it. (Somehow you have it!)

You’d activated his spirit because like a weirdo you kissed the damn thing once - just for fun. You couldn’t help it and giggled to yourself as you did it because “haha I kissed Sun Wukong”. (You’ve been into Sun Wukong so your attraction and ‘want’ magically do something here).

After doing so you don’t notice as its glass eyes follow you as you walk around your living room. (Ngl I was thinking a bit of a horror scene for this so…idk if Wukong is ‘good’ or ‘yandere’ here up to you).

He knows you don’t notice and makes sure to look normal if you happen to look at him. Over time he gets to know you through those glass eyes watching you, those ears listening as you talk to your friends on the phone or mumble to yourself. Starts to fall for you (because duh). You walk around naked or with little clothes on in front of him - he’s a bust and you live alone.

You kiss him a few more times- surprising the ever loving shit out of him because, why are you giving a bust chaste kisses????? Each time bringing him more and more to life / animating his face.

Which you don’t realize is happening because giving his bust a goodbye kiss or I’m home kiss has now become habit. Good night/morning kisses too! Because whos gonna know? You even pet the fur on the side of his face and sigh, tell him how handsome he is or sometimes you talk to him like you’re talking to someone else. You aren’t crazy, just talking through your own problems or issues and you know the bust isn’t gonna answer- it’s like talking to a house pet. Even call him your “boyfriend” jokingly or tell your friends “I miss my husband” as a joke when you’re out with them.

What you don’t know is the more you treat that bust like it’s a real thing (joking or not) and bestow your feelings on it, Wukong’s spirit is able to start manipulating it and manifesting it to come to life, eventually while you are gone for the day he’s able to magic up the rest of his body. He doesn’t reveal himself right away, no. He fiddles with the stuff in your home and learns things about you / this world while you are out. If you notice things out of place, you DONT. Because you do not want to think your house is haunted.

You’re in for a surprise. 😈

(There are so many ways he could reveal himself, while you kiss him he kisses you back, waiting for you on the couch in his full animated now REAL body, crawls in bed with you one night - this one is a darker thought so…moving on, talks back to you when you tell his ‘bust’ about your day, just so many things his mischievous ass could do.)

[mehiwilldoitlater]

You trusted him. 

When Wukong presented Liu Er Mihou to you, you knew that he was just another eye on you. The only one that he could trust to leave alone with you, knowing that he would never do anything to harm you or to take you away from him. A jailer to guard you.

You kept your guard; you treated him more like he wasn't there, a shadow that was following you, following the natural rule of the sun.

You wanted, but then what had changed? Maybe the fact that he had kept his mouth shut with Wukong about the insults that you had spoken about him, that he had allowed you more alone time than everyone ever did. Maybe it was the fact that, in your most downtime, he was there, holding you, whispering sweet things in your ears, promising you that things would have gone better. Maybe you just wanted someone who didn't force himself on you, a good ear that could listen to your sorrow, a shoulder to cry on; in any case, you opened up to him. You started to believe in him, trust him.

You trusted him more than you could trust your judgment.

"I can take you away from here." His voice calm, serene almost, his hand raised towards you, an invitation.

You held your breath. Was that a test? No, no, he would never...

"Far...far, far away from here...from him... wouldn't you like that?"

His voice so sweet, his offer was everything that you could ask for. 

You trusted him; that's why you took his hand.

///

While running through the forest, your mind was spiraling like a storm.

You were running away, Freedom. Just up ahead.

He had asked you more than once if you were sure, if you were really strong enough to do that. You were, you wanted nothing more than to finally be free. Free from this life that you haven't asked for, from a love that you didn't want, and from Wukong.

He never questioned himself; like you, he had run straight ahead. You wondered, did he care for you enough to risk himself for your own happiness? You wanted to believe that. That's why you never looked back, not once.

You knew that as soon as Wukong found out about your disappearance, he would immediately run to your rescue, but you didn't want to think about that, not when you finally found someone that truly wanted your happiness.

Then, the last threshold, the last line between you and your refound freedom: the bridge. A cliff that separated the Land of the Handsome Monkey King from the rest of the world; a few more meters and you would be out from his kingdom. It wasn't that far from him, but for you it was farther than you had ever been from him in the last months. You never believed that an old bridge made of ropes and wood could make you this happy.

"One last chance," he whispered to you, his thumb caressing your hand. "You can turn back now... And avoid everything that can come After this ..."

He looked at you, searching for any kind of fear and rethinking.

"..." You stepped ahead; the idea of staying alongside that demon another second was enough to convince you of your decision.  The cracking and the lamento of the wood never sounded so BEAUTIFUL in your ears, and after a few steps, Mihou followed you in silence. Was he afraid, just as you? Maybe, you couldn't know. What you did know was just how much the world was so big without Wukong around, how closer to your real life it was!

Crossed the bridge, a few steps away, out from the bushes, out from the tree line, and-

"You took your sweet time, huh?"

The small cup of wine clattered with the nude stone when he posed it down, but in your Heard It was like a thousand thunders. Your eyes glued on him, sitting on that rock with a gourd full of wine and an annoyed look on his face, and even now you felt like he was throwing daggers at you.

You took a few steps back, feeling the ground start to fade under your feet, the air in your lungs stuck in a bubble for the terror that was moving in your veins. 

How?! How did he find out?! Why did he look so calm?! He was never that calm; why was he just sitting there, drinking like nothing had happened?! You wanted to reach for Mihou's hand, holding It is to find some courage; maybe you could still run; maybe together you could—

"Yeah, sorry for that." He dismissed your hand, moving forward. "But I wanted to see if she had some rethinking."

...what?

A second cup was there, waiting for him, which he gladly took to ease his throat from the run. He had the same look as Wukong, but...now, with a better look, that wasn't an annoyed glare...that was disappointment?

They were disappointed in you...and with that, the confusion started to disappear; a realization came like a heavy rain: they planned this...they both planned this. That was some sort of test...

Mihou never wanted you to leave; he wanted to test you. Every time he wanted to see if you really wanted to leave, it was just a way to let you go back and forgive your escape attempt. He tested you, and you failed... you failed...

You turn around, bolting away; you could still manage!  You still couldn't run, escape! With enough luck, just fast enough, you could still see it!  Your Life! Your own life!

But, as soon as you reached a few trees, the painful feelings of your head crushing on the ground completely shattered every small hope that you had been so stubbornly trying to keep light. The painful feeling on your forehead could not compare to what you were feeling in your mind in that moment.

You tried to move away, to break free, but a pair of strong hands had completely pinned you down on the ground. You tried to speak, but you were too afraid to say anything at all. The only sound you could emit was a loud sob, a sign of an imminent crying that they faced just like a child tantrum.

"Don't you dare cry now," the king hissed. "You can blame no one but yourself."

///

There was no punishment when you headed back, which it was, in its own way, quite unusual. But that didn't mean that you weren't utterly terrified of what was happening.

For several days, Wukong never spoke or even dared to enter your cell, that elegant and rich room that served you as a golden cage. You thought that he wanted to isolate you, making you crave some contact, but yet some of his monkeys were allowed to come but to never let you out...

Maybe he wanted to starve you; instead, food came. Maybe he was preparing another of his own special punishments, something just for you... but nothing came, and your sanity was on a string.

Knowing that something had to come prepared you, not knowing, instead, led you to wondering, guessing, and fearing the outcome and what was going to happen. The anxiety, the spiraling of your own nightmares, there was not a single hour in which you didn't pray for something to happen.

After two long weeks of wondering until you had almost chewed your fingernails to the bone, the creak, and white fur came into your vision.

Mihou...

You wanted to scream at him, being angry, but you feared only aggravating what had to happen, so you stayed still, sitting near the window, the taste of your blood in your mouth.

He came closer, looking at your sorry state....fear does have its own way on people, he thought. He crouched down; a small whimper from you gave him the confirmation that you were still aware of your surroundings.

"...You're hurting yourself; you need to stop."

You stopped, registering his words. He had shown some care for you after what had happened...

Suddenly your hand left your mouth to meet his face, but the smack stopped midair when his own had grasped yours before you could hit him. Your eyes, enraged, meet his calm and collected ones, still with that annoyed glare of an adult.

He had lied to you; all that time it was a lie. He had always worked for Wukong; how could you be so naive to fall for his fake kindness?!

"Look at you...you're such a mess...did you realize what happened?"

"You BETRAYED me!"

"No, I was stating a point to my king. You're the liar one; you betrayed his love for you."

You gritted your teeth, moving your arm to free it from his grip, even if he was literally doing nothing to you.

You never lied, because there was no love to lie about. He was just messing with you! You didn't want to hear him, not after all the trust that he had broken.

"Can't you see? Look at you! Did Wukong ever do things that were made to hurt you?"

"Shut up!"

"You're the one that is so desperately trying to run away! To get away from a life that could be nothing but perfect!"

"I don't want to hear you!"

"You said that he had hurt you; since when had he ever crossed your face, huh?! He can be rash; I CAN BE RUTHLESS; it's in our nature, but WHEN did he ever want to hurt you just to do that?"

You stopped moving, too tired, too afraid to listen but incapable of not doing that.

"He had never wanted to hurt you; you did. You hurt yourself because you were too stubborn to accept him! ...You can still change that...."

Your muscle relaxed, he took that chance to take your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him, to face him. How could such a cruel creature have such a gentle face?

"Just accept him...accept me...and it can be different. You can have all the love that no one will ever have; you don't have to hate us or fear us."

His voice was like a poisonous honey, sweet and dangerous.

"Accept us... it's easier..."

And then...everything broke. Your voice erupted in a strong and painful cry, and when he hugged you, hushing you, you didn't scoff him away; you held him closer to you. You were tired, tired of being afraid, of resisting, of feeling everything as a torture. You didn't want your freedom; you didn't want a life at all. You just wanted to stop hurting.

You couldn't see his wicked smile, savoring the fact that his and Wukong's plan finally worked. 

When he saw you the first time, Wukong immediately saw that gleam of wanting, the same one that he had, but oh, he was so possessive. The idea of sharing you with the macaque was enough to send him into a full rage, but even if he despised him, he did accept his counsel. Liu Er Mihou came out with a plan to become the one closer to you and make you finally accept Sun Wukong as your lover. The price?

You, alongside him.

And, even if the price despised the king, the result was quite satisfying.

((@phoenixeclipse-lmkau , yup, she gave me idea and staff to do. It came to me and refused to leave))

[yandere-yearnings]

*zombie noise* uuurghhhh.. Titties.. Man titties.. My sickness can only be cured if I am able to suck on some man titties 🧟‍♀️

AUUUGgGgGg My aching hands can only be remedied with a dose of squeezing chesticles various times a day 💀💀

nonnie the way i got war flashbacks reading the word chesticles😭💔 i believe this was in reference to this ask so today it's sun's turn to be reduced to an absolute mess🥰 i'm sorry this took so long to get to btw and also that the writing is largely shit, dar has not been vv good at this lately😔

NSFW under the cut!

“You’re being forward,” Sun laughed, bright-eyed, “hard day?”

“Very.” You stressed, leaning into him, finding solace in the softness of his shirt. His calves brushed against your lower back, drawing you between his thighs.

Sun's hands flicked up, fingers pressing to your scalp and massaging gently. Tenderly, to the shell of your ear, he hummed, “anything I can do to make it better?” 

Blinking at his innocent question, you couldn’t help but grin. Your arms stretched to either side of him, caging him all the more across the counter he was sitting on. “I can think of a few,” you whispered, revelling in the little exhale you received in response, “namely…”

“Y/N.”

“These.” You groped his chest with a happy tilt to your head. “They’re there for a reason, right?”

Sun groaned, curling into you to hide his obvious blush. “Not for you to… play with…”

“Why not?” you teased, feeling your neck heat from where he rested against it. “You didn’t have a problem with it last night. You begged me to touch them more actually, don't you remember? Crying so prettily, saying-”

“That’s enough!” He covered your mouth, pushing you slightly with a shaky grip on your shoulder. Red-faced and refusing to meet your gaze, Sun was the perfect picture of adorable. “If it’ll make you feel better, you know-” he paused, getting quieter, “you know I’m yours so… do whatever. Please, just stop embarrassing me.”

“Me? Embarrassing you?” You gasped, ever playful and swooping in to nip his cheek. “I would never.”

“Y/N,” Sun said again, this time whining, “you’re literally doing it right now!” He swatted at you lightly, but your energy was not lost on him, not in the giggle that preceded your pinning him down.

“Well, hello there,” you mumbled, attention completely focused on the expanse of skin exposed to you now that his top had ridden up.

Sun kicked you, half-hearted. “Don’t talk to it.”

“Sorry.” The both of you knew you weren’t sorry at all. Your thumb had already found its home, kissing into the flesh layered above his sternum, tracing the shadows cast.

Sun arched into it, and suddenly, every move you made became weighted.

Muscle beneath fat, driving your digits in until there was no more give, clawing, kneading, feeling his pulse soar — kisses trapped within his ribs that you knew his heart desperately wanted to send your way. How could you call yourself his lover if you didn’t reciprocate?

Saliva dripped, and your tongue followed, laving into cushioned tissue. You could get addicted to the taste of him, to the gasp and coil that brought you even closer. “Does it feel good, baby?” you mouthed around his nipple, relishing in his shiver.

“Good, so good,” Sun whined, breathless, writhing. “Don’t stop.”

“Who’s being forward now?” your teeth sank in, nothing akin to a light bite. “You can’t be giving me mixed signals like this Sun, you were so shy earlier…”

“Sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you. Please.”

Tears on his lashline when you pulled away. Your palms squeezed his pecs, let the pressure run down his entire body when they trailed to grasp his hips. Sun bit his lips to muffle his sounds, and you undid them with your own. “Tell me then,” you coaxed, “what do you want?”

“Bed.”

“Okay.” You caressed his face, and his turning to nuzzle into it was all you needed to forget about the stress you’d been feeling prior. "Bed," you repeated. "Bed sounds good.”

[lotusarchon]

nezha is a child in the show isn't he? why are you shipping yourself with a minor and writing romance with him?that's so creepy,,,, how are you talking about dynamicsimp when you're doing worst 🤮

Found this cute Nezha fanart anyways

I knew I had to deal with one of y'all eventually but I didn't think it'd be this soon. Damn, at least let me hit 100 followers first 😞

Anyways uh. Nezha's first introduction in season 3 came out in like, what, 2022? I'm assuming it is, because I started LMK in March of 2023, before s4 was released and already found the show up till s3 by then. S5 just released this year, of which we've seen a weird increase of Nezha screentime of which I'm not complaining.

Point blank. The Nezha age controversies are getting old and boring. New fans and old fans need to chill out with those issue about the age business.

1) It's confirmed the Lego Monkie Kid version of the deity known as Nezha is an adult.

2) This is a god of an Eastern religion who is still very much worshipped to our modern day. If you did your research, you should be able to take note that Nezha isn't only seen as a child god, but even portrayed as someone older. I'm not a Daoist nor Chinese, so I advise you check this blog ( @/ruibaozha ) for more information on the subject matter.

3) As is the case with modern media and adaptations, different shows will portray religious figures according to what works for their plot. In the movie Nezha 2019 (forgot the title whoops), Nezha is portrayed as a child, as we are seeing a comedic but angsty interpretation of his origins. In the Legend Of Hei, we see him portrayed as a child, assuming for comedic purposes and to bond with the MC Hei.

3.2) If LMK wanted to portray Nezha as a child like his appearances in Journey To The West, and the Fengshen Yanyi (?), you must understand then his design and personality would've been portrayed more childish or at the very least a mixture of mature and childish. We can see this by comparing LMK Nezha and TLOH Nezha = both are stern but where one acts, looks and often shows childish traits, the other acts like an exhausted 25 year old who needs therapy. LMK HAS made children in the past, as we've seen with the Lady Bone Demon's Host and in season 1 a few kids here and there as background characters. If the show wanted Nezha to be a child, I'm certain they would've given him a similar model.

4) If in the instance that, let's say, the god known as Nezha was a child, and LMK Nezha is an adult, you SHOULD separate fiction from religion. Do keep in mind that Sun Wukong is still very much worshipped, however, I have seen fans, in and outside of LMK, who have written heavy NSFW and simped for him. A god is not the same as a fictional character, because by that logic we shouldn't be simping much less writing NSFW of Wukong either, given his story in JTTW where he becomes a Buddha.

5) I do not like proshipping much like any sane person. I also HATE aging up minors in fiction just for something like self shipping or to write nsfw. I have been in fandoms before this one: Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, and My Hero Academia specifically, and it makes me uncomfortable seeing porn written of actual minors with excuse of them being aged up. I'm not so hypocritical I'd dare to want to do the same, not when I'm uncomfortable with anyone else doing it. If LMK Nezha was a minor, and there were sources to even prove as well within the series he's a child, then obviously, I would NOT be shipping myself with him, much less write romantic/nsfw content with him. I'm an adult, and I don't feel comfortable with minors in general, so why would I want to write romantic content about a FICTIONAL minor??

If you can find any source that proves me wrong, I'd like for you to do so. But until then, you, and everyone else who still wants to entertain Nezha's age; please stop.

I get it. Some of you like to headcanon him as a child so as such, seeing content with him as romantic or nsfw is uncomfortable. I understand, I do; I headcanon Mei as an aroace lesbian so sometimes it's uncomfortable finding any kind of content with her being paired with others. I do understand where you're coming from with your discomfort.

But I feel like, considering season 5 and hopefully if there's a season 6, the whole thing is just dust now. S3 must've been released in 2022, so it's been nearly two years since Nezha's appearance in the show. People headcanon he's a child, and people prefer to like the confirmation he's an adult. We get it, that's what fandoms are, different views etc.

But calling people proshippers or creepy or pedophiles for not adhering to YOUR headcanons is not only fucking stupid, it's just hilarious and way too old, AND just...boring. Especially considering I feel uncomfortable around minors and hate proshipping with a passion. There's genuinely nothing wrong with liking a headcanon, but if someone likes something that isn't problematic and doesn't adhere to your preference, I think you need to breathe a bit.

I was saving this off for last however, you hit the nail on the coffin with this. There is a literal document talking about the disgusting actions of DynamicSimp. If you still choose to like them that's fine, but forgive me for pointing out how hypocritical it is for you to bring up the person who purposely shared porn with minors to someone who avoids minors like they're the rat plague of the Middle Ages. 🤔

"you talk about DynamicSimp but you're doing worst"

Do you mean writing porn for a character who is confirmed to be an adult? Do you mean ensuring that my 18+ blog isn't found by minors and if it is I'll block them? Do you mean supporting someone who's harassed others about Nezha's age?? Do you mean being an absolute creep around children?? Do you mean breaking the boundaries where people have clearly expressed discomfort? Do you mean romanticizing abuse amongst other things for an au clearly being consumed by minors with no regards or wellbeings?

I wonder who's the worst. Me, the adult who only recently turned 18 and has limited his interaction with minors outside of family members, or the however old they are person who has a literal document and their victims speaking up about their actions, and who to my current knowledge has not spoken up about this and is still posting and carrying on without a care in the world?

Well zoinks Scoob, guess we're not making outta this one alive 😟

Edit: .....*disappointed sighs* I think some people really oughta chill out in my comments. Anon, I blame this on you 😭 why did you bring this here holy fucking shit dawg.

Alright. Alright uh.

Okay, so while I do appreciate being told the reasons as to WHY Nezha was "aged up", because a writer wanted to justify shipping Wukong and Nezha...I feel like the entire, "ah, but this says, and that says here-" about Nezha's age is just ridiculous at this point.

Yes, I understand, this is justifiably weird.

However.

Has anyone else refuted Nezha's age?? And I mean the canon show writers? Has anyone working on Lego Monkie Kid made a statement saying: "This person is disgusting, LMK Nezha is a child." Because, respectfully, unless canon sources provide information on it, I'm not going off based on the fandom opinions.

I'm not happy I have to edit this post to add this, much less try to explain anything, but, oh well.

1) "Ali, you're just trying to justify yourself and keep writing for a child." Listen. I've been groomed and dealt with fucking weirdos my entire life. Trust me when I say whenever I hear about proshipping it SICKENS me to the core. I HATE proshipping. I don't care what the excuse is, proshipping is disgusting.

I'm not mentioning the interesting fellows in my comments because it's pointless and honestly to make drama over this is stupid. But I was given some context to understand where they're coming from, and I do in fact appreciate it. Justifiably I don't blame them for their annoyance/disgust towards the writer Sarah (?).

What I will say though; typically in a situation like this, I'm certain someone in the team would've made a statement about this to explain that the writer is wrong. I'd assume at least one writer, someone OFFICIALLY on the team would've denied this proclamation of Nezha being an adult. I have not seen ANYTHING that says the show denies Nezha being an adult.

2) My friend, who was also in the comments (hi), is a native Chinese and a Buddhist for six years. I also have another friend who I'm not mentioning but ALSO is Chinese and WORSHIPS Nezha. They have more knowledge than someone like me does have on this matter, and I find it really odd how people immediately cite wiki and website sources to say, "Nezha is an eternal child!", and, "No where else says Nezha is an adult."

As I've said. If there are sources including the staff from Lego Monkie Kid that claims Nezha is a child, then I am more than willing to delete any content I've made with him. Full honesty, I have no intention of keeping any content with canon, confirmed minors on my blog.

But not only have I found anything that says the official story writers deny Nezha's an adult, but my friends, who are again, both Daoist and native Chinese, are aware that he ISN'T an eternal child.

If you are Daoist and/or worship Nezha, then by all means you can tell me that what I'm doing is wrong and correct me about Nezha's age. I'm willing to listen. If you also find information where the writers claim Saraha is wrong for her statement, provide it. I'm a person that likes reasoning, and I'm willing to see reason.

3) "Ali, you're not gonna see reason you're just trying to defend yourself again-"

Okay, backstory time: last year when I joined LMK, when I myself was a minor, I thought it was okay to write nsfw content for the character who was Lady Bone Demon's Host. My friends at the time did not tell me what I was doing was bad, so of course I kept it up, until someone pointed out that Bai He (fan name) is actually a minor in the show and was also confirmed by the show's producers. I felt so disgusted about it I deleted all my posts made on my old AO3 about her (which is faeriicrafts and still up surprisingly) and offered a sincere apology to the fandom about writing nsfw content for her. I changed and learned, and now I feel grossly uncomfortable seeing anyone writing nsfw for her despite the canon confirmations.

Justifiably, if more information about Nezha is released within Lego Monkie Kid, of which it's confirmed he's a child, I am more than eager to delete everything I've written about him, and even apologize again for writing nsfw with a minor.

To be honest, I just feel uncomfortable with the comments who are denying actual Daoists for the sake of; "I've done my research, no other sources has said Nezha is an adult, you're lying about worshipping him!!"

It's uncomfortable and really off-putting how you can tell someone that about their religion. Yes, this is for you specifically, that one commenter who jumped in and on my friend. Even if she has long since stopped worshipping Nezha, she very much did once. And I've gone to actual Daoists to ask more information about Nezha and the religion in general, who has in fact confirmed Nezha isn't just a child. I get that this is the internet, people can lie about anything. But it's still uncomfortable, solely because had anyone else claimed they're Daoist or ex Daoist and agreed with your opinion, you wouldn't have said that.

I'll reopen my comments within a few minutes, but don't be a disrespectful cunt. And can you maybe not deny someone about their religion? Even if you don't believe them, that's genuinely not an excuse. Because I know damn well, had she agreed with your statement, you wouldn't have pulled that.

Gods. I can't say I'm not surprised, but I'm just impressed about the lengths people will go for something.

Anyways, I've said my piece. If official show writers (because my Daoist friends have already told me what I needed to know) claim Nezha is a child, I'll delete my stuff with him. If not, then I'm not stopping posting Nezha content.

Toodles.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Warlord Wukong: Hello my Queen

Reader: *Looks around confused when she sees no one other than Macaque and Wukong* I thought he was your warrior- *You manage to stumble out your words*

Warlord Macaque: I am The Monkey King's Shadow, his Warrior and his fellow King.

Reader: But he just called you his Queen.

Warlord Wukong: No I called you my Queen.

Reader: *Stares in confusion* I think you hit your head too hard... I'm not your Queen.

Warlord Macaque: You will be once we get married~

Reader: *Instantly flustered* WHAT!? No I'm not marrying anyone!

Warlord Wukong: Oh our sweet little mate~ You don't really have a choice...

Reader: *Flustered embarrassment turns to fear and anger* Excuse me!?

Warlord Macaque: What my loving husband means is that we are courtnapping you. Once you arrive on Flower Fruit Mountian, you will be our mate and our Queen.

Reader: *Slowly tries to back away but there's no where she can go in the small cave she had found herself in when she woke up after a demon attack*

Warlord Wukong: You'll love it, I promise.

Reader: Listen, I'm sure you're both really nice men, but I'm not interes- Ahhh!

The next thing you know your tossed over Wukong's shoulder. He doesn't care about your kicking and screaming as he carries you away.

Reader: Let me go!

Warlord Macaque: he'll let you go once we get home, love. Until then you should stop screaming it might attract... attention~ And not from those humans you value so much.

You felt a shiver down your spine at the threat. No the warning of the other demons that inhabited the forest that you were entering. They were courtnapping you and there was nothing you could do about it!

Random idea dump. Can't say I'm totally happy with it but I'm sharing it anyways.

Feel free to Reblog if you want to add to this!

Comments are also appreciated ❤️

[katsula]

Hey, I'm glad the requests are open! Look what I found on Pinterest!

Could you write a sweet rivalry between these two characters for y/n's attention? It can be a mild yandere if you don't mind of course. ( o˘◡˘o)

Well uhh.. Sure! Maybe I can do that but uhh.. Idk if I can or not, I will try

Literally them in a nutshell:

Luffy:Y/n please my dear.. I want your attention please... My love.. My pirate queen...

Also Luffy:Y/n is mine! Get your own girl!

Nika! Luffy:Oh my beautiful sunshine! I want you attention please! I love you!

Also Nika! Luffy:No.. She's mine!

Y/n be like:Uhmm, what the sigma

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Ahh crap sorry if it's short cuz I ran out of ideas so yeah, bai :-P

[miifu666]

I remember you made that yandere post on wukong and I love reading it !! I was wondering do you have any thoughts on the destiny one or macaque if their were yanderes ? 👀 if not no worries ^^

Merry Christmas ‼️ time to show off Destined one, who i believe is scarier than the other two, like they say. The quiet one is the scariest. Also, a lot of you asked for DO soo sorry for the long wait 😭

⋆˙⟡ —CW: dub-con, Somnophilia, exhibition kink, Scent kink, Yandere, non-con, NSFT, Yuanfen name idea is from @mehiwilldoitlater , he's kind of disgusting here uhhh, Non-con touching

Yandere! Destined one

Unlike the other two, he's more of a monkey than them. The things he feels are 10x more worse, justified by his actions that he so called "courting you properly" even if its mostly just him stalking you throughout the day and after that, slowly building your own paranoia to work with him. Yuan fen would stay silent, even as you come at him with rapid eve movements around the room and heaving breaths. He's smart enough to hide how he's the source of all your troubles, your every rant about this so called paranoia thats been bugging you, the feeling of being watched and some objects going missing will help him to improve more on his skill.

"I-ive been feeling paranoid around here... please tell me im not crazy, Yuan Fen.."

Yuan fen is a silent person. His actions speaks more in volume. That doesn't mean he's not using it to his advantage, he's like a monster who's been under your nose all this time. The creature who hides under your bed, like literally. Or sleep beside you, depending on how both you travel. Haven't you felt how tiring your body is despite getting a full 8 hours of sleep? Also, why does your underwear get sticky? Are you that exhausted for your intimate areas to be so.. sore? You don't even wake up when Yuan Fen drapes his arms over you, snuggling closer to your nape until the sun shows itself. Uncovering the dirty deeds he did during his time with the moon and on top of you.

His hands are sticky as he continues to spread his musky scent into your chest, making your sleepy self associate his smell with pleasure. Trailing down his fingers down your hips, spreading your legs and pumping your hole with his long and kneady fingers. He's just making you feel comfortable, dont worry too much. On days where he knows you're lethargic, he'll make sure the sheets beneath you to be dry as he goes on his endeavors. Drinking and lapping up every single drop of your sweet honeyed love nectar, the more activities you do in the day, the more sweet you are in the night.

He'll make sure to be silent, aside from his slurping and gulping the nice opening you let him eat on. Eating you out is like his own way of charging his battery, his own personal ambrosia.

"Dont look at me like that! My hips and back are hurting okay! I thought i already put enough leaves on my side of the bed... ugh"

Yuan fen is a sweet mate, a good friend. He'll make sure to to spoil you rotten with fresh fruits he picked, he thinks about you 24/7, makes sure you feel loved with his oh so sweet gesture of being a gentleman, never letting you touch any doorknob or step on any puddles, Yuan fen who wants your approval despite the dominating attitude he gives soff. Yuan fen who notices you melt every time you hear his voice, each new words he said is purposely deeper than the last. Just to make sure he has you crooning over him while he worships you, an object of his desire with a favouritism of his voice? Oh he'll have fun with it.

Yuan fen who would speak to you more once he's face to face with your trembling thighs, making sure to growl the nastiest and filthiest things the moment his hands and throbbing member came in contact with your puffy hole. You'd be taken aback at how he says such vulgar sentence with a straight face, his eyes held the mad obsession he keeps inside.

"Its okay if you can't talk! Your actions are more than enough"

Yan! Yuan fen is an obsessive and possessive monkey who would do anything to mark you. Conscious or not, he'll make you his. He's smart enough to be the mind relic and quiet enough to do unsuspecting acts without gathering attention. He doesn't care if he's being clingy in front of Unclee Bajie, the celestials or even Erlang. Whoever has the guts to try and woo you, is going to enjoy the last 7 seconds of their life.

Is his hands being around your waist not a good enough sign? Is his smell covering every bits and crevices of yours not enough?? Does he need to spread you open in front of them to show who you belong to? He'll do so if it means they'll understand how unworthy you are to them, but not to him. Oh, never him. You're a perfect being, only fit to be his, only created for him. You're his one and only.

"My. Mate"