Requests you say? [materializes]
Some good ol Wukong x reader fluffiness? Like reader’s had a really long day at work and they just need some pampering :)
(Maybe reader can be transmasc too and like doesn’t wanna take off his binder and SKW is like “bitch you need to breathe.” Only if you’re up for it tho :])
Have a good day/night!
-🦈
Awww of course!
Roughly 1k oneshot, hope you like it, reader is written up to be transmasc, i hope it fits your expectations/preferences!
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SUN WUKONG X READER
Lego Monkie Kid
Context: Unfortunately, long days at work do nothing to aid your sleep schedule. Equally unfortunate, broken windows aren't the best thing to fall asleep to. Why not music? Yeah, no. Sun Wukong isn't the best singer - besides, his stage fright is so bad he'd shrivel up like a raisin at the bare mention of a performance for you.
TW: Language
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You perform precisely one thing when you get home.
Flop on your couch, and close your eyes.
. . . Okay, maybe two things.
But, to be fair, you're too tired to keep track of anything at the moment. The world can wait for you to charge your internal battery, a feat in which only sleep can fulfill.
You don't even bother taking off your binder, nor your shoes; you simply wait for sleep to claim your weary soul.
CRASH!
Crap. The universe must have a different fate in store for you.
Eyes flying wide open as the loud noise startles you upright, you snap your head to the window. Or what was left of it. You're staring at a Wukong shaped hole in the window, shards of glass scattered across the floor, along with leaves and sticks.
Slowly, your eyes finds the culprit. The one and only Monkey King, arms folded proudly over his chest, his smile wide and bright.
"Hiya, (Y/N)!"
A long stretch of silence.
You blink stupidly. "The fuck. The fuck??"
To you're credit, you were just about to fall unconscious when the monkey demon broke into your home. So your reaction is honestly understandable.
"Don't mind me, just checking in on my favorite mortal," Wukong says carelessly, stepping across the carpet and into the kitchen. Letting out a long sigh, he faces the fridge and begins his search. "Got any fruit? Snacks? I'd never refuse some dumplings, if you have any leftover . . ."
Mumbling under his breath, he digs further into the fridge, fishing out random condiments.
Your jaw drops.
"What the hell are you doing in my house-"
"Oh, I thought it was obvious!" With that, Wukong peeks out from behind the fridge door and grins. "I watched you walk inside, no biggie, and decided to invite myself in."
Your gaze drifts to the broken glass. "I can see that. . . ."
"Crap. Sorry, I'll fix that. Leave it to your ol' man," Wukong chuckles off-handedly, preparing you both some lunch.
Now you're confused.
After getting over the initial shock of Wukong breaking and entering your home, you just feel concern over the inevitable question of- "Were you stalking me?"
The fluffy monkey snorts. "Uh, yeah. I spy on everyone."
"That's not really reassuring-"
Your comment is cut off by a huge yawn, and you almost want to fall back onto the couch. You almost don't care that Wukong broke your window, that he's stealing your food to make a meal for the both of you (that's what you assume, of course. The smell of fruit smoothie reaches tells you one thing: he's hungry). The reason for his unexpected visit is unknown, but you really don't care. Honestly, you're somewhat glad for the company.
Sun Wukong is at your side in a heartbeat, standing over you with two smoothies in hand. He tilts his head, baffled at your behavior. "You okay there, bud?"
"Fine. Tired."
"Long day at work, huh?"
Groaning, you flop back into the cushions and bury your face into one of the pillows. "We don't talk about that."
"Ahh, I see," Wukong growls cheerfully.
With that, he settles on the small space available on the couch, taking a noisy sip from his smoothie. You feel Wukong tap your head with the end of the other glass, albeit gently.
You sigh. "Not hungry."
Chest tightening at your companion's doubtful hum, you close your eyes. Oh, well.
"Do you, uh . . . you got anything else on your itinerary today?"
Wukong's investigative comment drags you back to reality for a moment. But it doesn't last long; you're tired, and it's getting hard to breathe in here. Maybe you don't need to. "Nope. I'm gonna lay here all day and sleep."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Yeah. But now I gotta fix my window."
Wukong snorts. "I said I'd do it! Now sit up and drink this, I didn't make it for nothing."
Huffing negatively, you say; "What's it made out of?"
"Just drink it," Wukong says exasperatedly, and you raise your head to eye the drink skeptically. The monkey demon rolls his eyes. "I made it with all the stuff you like."
You scoff. "Wow, you know me so well."
"Yeah, it's kinda my thing. A-A-Anyways. You wanna get something more comfortable on while I turn the TV on?"
Blinking, you glance down at your outfit. "This is fine."
"Is not," Wukong says doubtfully, eyeing your chest. "Unless you like suffocating yourself, I'd take the binder off for now, dude. Mortals have to breathe to live."
"Nah. Too tired."
"God, you're so lazy," the Monkey King huffs irritably. "Don't make me do it for you."
Ha, that's funny. "Since when did you start doing me favors?"
He contemplates your reply before shrugging carelessly. "All right, fair point. But Pigsy would have my hide if you up and died on me, so!" With that, he snaps his fingers, and suddenly it feels easier to breathe. Suddenly, you're wearing fluffy (color) pajamas. The Monkey King is grinning slyly. "Hope you don't mind. And hey! You look so adorable in (color)! Makes me wanna just pinch your little marshmallow cheeks!"
The immortal deity suddenly takes your face in his hands, wearing an expression of utmost joy and adoration as he pats your cheeks fondly.
You wave him off, face heating up. "Bro! Coulda warned me!"
"Heh. Too late."
Smacking him (lightly), you grab the smoothie from his hands and take a long sip. The drink tastes perfect, as always.
You just hadn't realized how hungry you were, that's all.
Wukong is grinning at you. "Well?"
"It's good. It's always good."
"AS ALWAYS! You're the best critique, sweet cheeks. You're right; next time, I gotta balance out the fruit portions to help strengthen the overall taste factor," Wukong says, stroking his nonexistent beard.
That gets you laughing. "Dude, you're awful."
"No, you're awful."
"Kay."
"Wait!" Sun Wukong's paws fly up in surrender, the TV remote almost slipping from his grip. Eyes wide and earnest, he meets your amused gaze. "Bro. Seriously? I was kidding, (Y/N). You're not awful, and hopefully, neither will this movie."
You turn your curious gaze to the TV screen. "And what's that?"
"Cuddle with me and find out."
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