Top 10 Best Explicit Dungeon Meshi Fanfics

by KuriKuri

Kabru finds his eyes glued to the video. Most people who defend monsters online, he’s found, know shit about them. They live in sheltered cities, far away from any actual dungeons, and the closest they’ve come to seeing a real monster is in an Elven-made VR game. They’ve never died from a basilisk’s

by highlonesome

When he closes his eyes, he sees a portrait. The one of Laios, sat on his throne, dressed in his finery. Sometimes it feels like it’s painted inside his eyelids or framed somewhere on the back of his skull. It’s an image Kabru has always liked, ever since the day it got hung up. The king’s likeness

by theweirwoodtree

There are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargain, depression, and acceptance.In some ways, it made sense that Kabru went over those stages when he started to acknowledge his attraction to Laios, it was, after all, the death of his dignity and self respect.He did want to fuck Laios, but he also

by wtfoctagon

How strange. One half of her wants to be loved with all-encompassing ferocity, to claim and be claimed and jealously guarded like a beloved treasure. The other half wants to be loved as an individual first and foremost, to have someone proudly champion her happiness and freedom above all. Most days,

by iokanaan

Everything’s good, you see. It's absolutely fine. Laios dreams of kissing and stroking monsters all the time. Clearly this is a completely normal monsterfucking dream, and Laios just has to look down to find that Kabru has tentacles again, or double scorpion stingers for legs. Or perhaps he’s a faun

by bedtimecreature

Noticing that Laios is in need of some escapism, Kabru plans a night where he doesn't have to worry about being a king, or even a human.(This takes place after the end of the manga, around the same time as the Kensuke epilogue or so.)

by EnnTea

To devour, and be devoured, he thinks, as he slips the key into the lock. To devour and be devoured, he muses, as he helps unclasp Laios’ cloak with hands far steadier than his nerves; this close, he catches the vague scent of candle flame, the iron tang of wet ink - the fresh, crisp smell of a new

by theletterv (badletter)

she is alive, and she is alive because of marcille. it’s something she feels dizzy with for a moment; the satisfaction of her achievement, the culmination of her love.

by highlonesome

He hasn’t met a single person like Laios- he hasn’t even heard of one. It’s not just the monster thing, weird as it is, it’s his whole personality. The way he’s constantly fumbling social cues, his inability to see the negative, and even the sheer intensity of his obsession. It’s all… odd.Maybe that

by wtfoctagon

But otherwise, nothing has changed. Falin’s voice is as delicate as ever, chiming in a lilting giggle behind a dainty gesture of her hand. Rustling like pages of well-loved books as she casts her protective wards, or ponders over how to cook a new monster, or murmurs right into Marcille’s ear while