#peachbun

The last time MK does a trend with them ever

It had been years since Pigsy indulged himself with a nest.

It sounded ridiculous. He was a demon! Of course, he nested! It was one of those things that made demons feel safe, secure. Even the most self-conscious demon nested!

Except for Pigsy. He refused the urge whenever it tugged at him. He could live with his futon. He didn't need a nest; most demons just made nests because of hormone-driven instinct, not because of need. His bed was fine.

Wukong's bed was the opposite.

It was an explosion of blankets, pillows, plushies, and even more, creating a secure space. It faintly smelled of peaches and warm earth, a scent lingering from the golden monkey stretched out in it. He propped an elbow up on the side, followed by his chin, and smiled at him, his tail wagging absently.

"Aren't you coming?"

Pigsy stood in the entrance of Wukong's bedroom, just… staring.

His bedroom was larger than his apartment, holding onto the former glamour that the house apparently used to have. Wide, open windows allowed a gentle, floral breeze to disrupt gauzy curtains, but there was no chill. Wukong's smile alone filled his face with heat, even as he looked away with a huff.

"I'm fine, just taking a second."

"It's getting cold without you," Wukong said, his voice not a whine but still needy.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming…" Pigsy walked forward and paused at the edge of the nest, unsure of how to do this.

Not getting in, no. But just… getting in. Releasing that hold on his instincts.

It had been a while since Pigsy allowed himself a nest.

A hand popped up in his vision.

"It's okay," Wukong's smile had softened, turned gentler. "I'm here."

Pigsy felt his shoulder slump slightly. A small smile formed as he took the hand and allowed Wukong to gently guide him in.

He sat down and felt a shiver shoot up his spine as Wukong cuddled close, his tail wrapped around his leg.

This was why demons nested.