Sun Wukong & Macaque x Reader One-shots

13. ​ꜱᴡᴋ

requested by: Azure lion [Ao3]

synopsis: it was difficult trying to get even a sliver of freedom, even more so when the monkey king made sure his peach wouldn't dream of leaving him.

cw: yandere themes, kidnapping, referenced/implied non-con, and referenced/implied attempts of sewer slide.

words: 474

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How long has it been since you've seen the sun? Days? Weeks? A whole month?

You couldn't tell within the large room you were locked in. It was a reasonably big room with a bed, nightstand, and bathroom. Nothing was hanging from the ceilings or any sharp objects that'd help you escape--in more ways than one.

You had no clue why you were randomly plucked away from your friends and family and brought to this place. You weren't a bad person, you never gravitated toward the wrong people and always made sure to keep to yourself, so how did someone as unnoticeable as you catch the eye of the Monkey King?

You flinched at the sound of the door opening, the groan of the metal door made you shrink further as the pair of golden eyes you've come to despise appeared from behind the door.

"Ah, there you are," Monkey King cooed as he locked the door behind him and approached the bed, he quickly grabbed your wrist before you could jump off of the bed and forced you into an embrace. The more you thrashed against him, the harder he wrapped his arms around you. When the bone-crushing hug was too much, you just fell limp and allowed him to do whatever he wished.

"That's more like it," Monkey King whispered into your ear before kissing the nape of your neck. You hadn't noticed it until now, but the faint smell of blood made your heart race as your chest rose and fell rapidly. The monkey sensed your panicked state and shushed you as one of his hands came up to rub your head.

"Don't worry, it wasn't one of your [siblings/friends] this time," He reassured as he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I had....a little altercation with a demon.."

You stayed silent, not believing a word he said since you couldn't trust if what he said was true or skewed to keep you complacent.

"Say something," The king demanded as his nails dug into your skin. "I haven't heard my peaches voice in a long, long time."

"..." You refused to give him what he wanted and glanced off to the side as if you didn't hear him. He growled in your ear before hissing out a threat, "Your [mother/father] lives on xxx street, right?"

"Fuck you," You snapped.

The Monkey King's elated laughter made you sick to your stomach as he flipped you around and pinned you to the bed, his blush reddened as he watched your expression morph into a frightened one. "Oh, that can be arranged, peach."