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[vanilla1cream]

Still there

(just finished dungeon meshi manga 10/10 would recommend)

[vanilla1cream]

Do y'all refer to yourselves, reader, or darling? I personally use darling.

Also... If you see those daydream doodles you know there's a bad end Laios. Okay now hear me out..... Dark king Laios chasing you down after you escape because you were one of the few people who cared and understood him. What's happens next?? Idk 😏- 🌻

SORRY OLD ASK THAT I SHOULD'VE ANSWERED A WHILE AGO AND IDK IF THIS IS REAL SUNFLOWER ANON OR ACCIDENTAL FALSE SUNFLOWER AGAIN

i usually prefer reader tbh or just y/n or "you" cause personally, it seems easier that way and that's who i am kinda to the fic LOL

YES i've seen those drawings before, i tried to ignore them cause i'm keeping up with the anime and not the manga but yk, that's hard to do nowadays esp with tiktok and tumblr's for you tab 😅

since i don't really know the ending of dungeon meshi (surprisingly LMAO), i fr don't know what happened to the whole group and what they'll do after retrieving falin back, but ILL TRY MY BEST FOR YOU SUNFLOWER ANON and i feel like the kingdom still remains underground in this scenario, so that's what i'm gonna try basing this on (sorry if it's off or wrong 😭🙏)

kinda went a little crazy with this but got lazy at the end LMAO

SPOILERS (ig) FOR DUNGEON MESHI BAD END?? 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

warnings + tags: yandere and obsessive themes, somewhat explicit sexual content, unhealthy relationships, dubcon, somewhat unbalanced power dynamic, sorta subby laios, prolly OOC laios, violence, all characters are 18+

before your escape, you tried to stay as loyal as possible to laios. despite the many changes he's gone through after becoming the dark king of the golden country, he was once a friend, your party leader. he declared you the job of being his right-hand, almost akin to an advisor with marcille (who he labeled as his dungeon master), although he didn't really listen to any of your advices on how the kingdom or the dungeon should be ran.

chilchuck, senshi, and izutsumi parted ways with the four of you right after he was crowned king. the half-foot was not able to bare seeing how laios will rule the eternally immortal lands, preferring to finally spend time with his three daughters once more after months of exploring this very dungeon. both the dwarf and beast-woman decided to go back to the higher floors together, deciding that it was what was best for them.

only you, falin, and marcille stayed. though it was briefly obvious that the elven mage had shown her preference to go back to the surface, she seemed to be thriving in her research on ancient magic down here, even if it was visibly mentally draining her. falin's reasons for staying were evident. they were unable to rid her of the plumage on her chest and the lower half of her body remained the red dragon's despite marcille's many desperate attempts. if she was able to return to normal, you knew she could never bare the thought of leaving her older brother in this kingdom deep within the dungeon. but you... you really don't know why you stayed with him. maybe you were always going to be a follower of his, despite everything.

the first incident came after a few months into laios's ruling, when a mass amount of outsiders of the dungeon managed to reach the floor of the kingdom. whispers of a hefty bounty for the head of the mage who resurrected the party member into a horrible chimera hybrid beast spread around (you slightly chuckled at the mention of it, they were really far too late in the news).

barely a flick of his wrist as he sat on his throne and he managed to summon such a frightening beast, considerably more awful than falin's hybrid form. he whispered something into its ear with each individual head, watching from the window as parties were felled one by one, an uneasy pit forming in your stomach. as the ash and smoke rose into the sky, you made your way quietly to his room and suggested for him to let the corpse collectors retrieve the bodies, only to meet with firm refusal.

"they'll only come back to hurt us," laios frowned at your pitiful gaze, before focusing on the smoking reddish sky. "they'll stop at nothing until they manage to kill falin, then go for marcille, and then you, an accomplice. they'd want me last, a king's head fetches for a considerable price and to be lord of the dungeon? one of the greatest treasures here."

"but laios—"

"we must consider our safety before anyone else's. that's final." he turned towards you, his eyes turning soft. "please, i'm doing this for you."

you could only nod, shutting yourself up with lips being pulled taut. from there, you could only watch as the villagers took the corpses one by one and buried them in singular nameless graves. as you rested a bundle of flowers on a freshly planted mass grave, you hoped this would be the last time, hoped that at least one survived and got the message.

the horns didn't appear until the fifth attack on the kingdom. they were unnoticeable at first, eventually laios did complain about some pain around the back of his head but every time that you and marcille tried to heal it, nothing worked. they grew overnight on the day that these outsiders were appearing, ivory-colored horns curving around the top of his head. laios seemed exhausted, dark bags forming on the underside of his eyes but was completely unphased by the approaching masses.

"do you think falin is hungry?" he asked you as he strode on horseback towards the furious crowd, your nerves jumping all about as you followed behind him.

"her appetite seems normal, she never complains and we always give her more servings when she asks."

"no, no. not that kind of hunger," he mused, resting his clawed metal glove on the hilt of his sword (you weren't even sure if it was kensuke anymore). "the hunger for a fight, for bloodshed."

you stayed silent, concern in your expression as he unsheathed the sword slowly, the blade shining brightly in the underground world's sunlight as he raised it up in the air. you wanted to say no, that the red dragon in her was the only part of her that revels in that sort of mess, but then a shadow blew over you, the force of the wind nearly pushing you and your steed back. the sun was blocked for a mere second, the ground shaking violently as falin dove into the crowd.

the screams were loud, ear-piercing. it was more horrid up close than you've ever imagined, nausea building up in your throat as the sharp iron smell filled the air with more smoke. the world seemed to grow quiet besides the flapping of her strong wings approaching the two of you, a beaten and bloodied elven man in her clawed grasp. you flinched as she dropped him on the ground in front of laios, like a cat bearing its owner a gift of a fresh kill. he might as well be a corpse if he didn't start sputtering awake, laios dismounting his horse and approaching him slowly.

"lor... l-lord of the dungeon," he spat out, complete terror but awe forming in his eyes. "you're... y-you're real."

"in the flesh. now tell me," the sword neared his neck, the blade right against a major vein. "why keep insisting coming here when you know that every party that comes here perishes by my hand, never to come back alive? is it greed for the throne? for falin and marcille's bounty? bragging rights for defeating the new dungeon lord?"

the elf was silent, raising his head once more and weakly pointing towards you.

"for her."

laios froze, the grip of the handle beginning to tighten, to the point where you swore it'll break. you were about to stop him, call out his name to try and snap him out of it, until he swung down the blade into the elf’s neck, almost cleanly severing the head from his body. you gagged as his head rolled towards you, his eyes becoming glassy as his mouth continued to open and close. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. you could've saved him, should've stopped him.

"y/n, would you leave me?"

laios then coldly spoke, dull eyes staring at your quivering form.

"...no. i would never think of it." you lied, hands gripping tightly around the leather reins. he stared at you, almost hauntingly owlish like falin’s blank stare, finally looking away to clean off the blood of the once pristine sword.

"good. that’s good."

you visited thistle once the clock struck three, carefully sneaking deep below the castle and into the prison cells, seeing the even frailer elf curled up in a dark, damp corner. laios stuck him down here all those months ago, forgetting about him and leaving him to starve. what he didn't know is that you kept coming down here to keep him alive, the visits irregular and the amount of food you brought was scarce. you couldn't risk alerting laios. you thought that he didn't deserve this kind of life, despite the many atrocities he previously committed. were you any different than him, letting all those people die by laios' hand?

before, he'd only take the food and say nothing to you, his gaze almost like a wild animal. he didn't trust you back then, which was understandable considering the previous history between your party and him. now, he'll speak, give you small pieces of advice. the prison gets lonely down here, especially since he was the only one that laios allowed to live since becoming king.

"i need your help, i have to get out of here." you whispered through the bars, his head slowly turning towards you. the purple glow of his eyes cut through the dim darkness, narrowing at your hidden figure.

"so, the new king is going insane, isn't he?" he murmured, eyes glaringly sharp towards you. "now he knows how it feels trying to keep a kingdom and a dungeon together, the damn fool."

you quickly handed bread and milk to the elf, his hands quick to take them, mouth already full with the sustenance. down here, it could be considered as liquid gold. "yes, he's not the same laios i know. not even marcille says anything about his behavior anymore, she's too busy studying the ancient magic and fixing falin. i don't know what to do anymore and i don't want any more adventurers to die for me."

your lip quivered, head leaning against the filthy metal bars. "i'm scared of him thistle. i'm scared of what he's going to do to me if i object him. surely you must know a way to escape? anything, even if it kills me."

he was quiet, gulping down the milk harshly till the bottle was empty. "i'll say this once since you've been keeping me alive."

thistle quietly gave you the escape route, that there was a painting in the castle that lead to a secret hallway that lead into the higher parts of the dungeon, about floor 4. from there, you had to find your own way out, rely on no one other than yourself. since laios and marcille had complete control of the dungeon, nothing and no one could be trusted, not until you get to floor 1. you thanked him, apologizing profusely that you would have to leave him behind to starve once more, but he stopped you, grumbling something about not wanting you to have any regrets leaving here. you could live with that.

once you left the prison, you slipped into bed, heart pounding as the plans of escape swirled in your mind. it's been a while since you've been to the other floors, but the path upwards will come to you naturally, you're sure of it. after all, you were the navigator of the party.

you found the painting the next day right at the supposed crack of dawn, noting its location in your mind. if thistle was correct, you'll be transported into a different part of the dungeon, a complete unknown and uncharted place. slowly, you placed your hand against the artwork, feeling cold wind against your palm. quickly retracting it back, you continued on without looking suspicious, moving into laios' bedroom without a word.

"good morning laios, slept well?" you ask per usual, slowly making your way towards the bed, picking up ripped up scraps of paper and clothing. as you approached, the hair on your arms began to raise, an unusual chill filling the air. something wasn't right, but you reached out to the torn blanket. "...laios?"

before you could retract your hand, a clawed one latched onto you, pulling you down into the sheets. you screamed, wriggling in complete distress as reds and whites enveloped the world around you, the feeling suffocating. "still just as jumpy as before."

the rough, sleepy words caused you to stiffen, the blanket shifting until you could finally see the king. the horns were still as prominent as before, his eyes still weary and worn. you felt the rough touch of his hand on your cheek, newly clawed fingers wiping away the tears you didn't know you've shed. he was warm, only dressed in sleeping slacks.

"sorry. i didn't know i scared you that much."

for a moment, just a moment, your old laios was laying in front of you, a soft smile on his face. you stared at him, wincing as you felt the apple of your cheek get cut open with a slight sting, the crimson slip down into the white sheets, his eyes widening. "don't move. you're so fragile, y'know that?"

his face neared as you tensely shut your eyes, not wanting to see the horns come close to you. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue brushed against your cheek, lapping up the blood like he was some kind of animal. at this point, you might as well be his prey.

"do you know how sweet you taste?" he whispered into your ear, his breath warm and trembling in hidden excitement. you reopened your eyes, mouth suddenly dry as clawed hands pulled you in close.

"no." the inside of the blankets felt hot, as if it was the summer's heat back in the upper world. laios moved until he was on top of you, your lower halves connected and you could feel him, a flush growing on your face. he pressed against you with a hand gripping down on your hip, sensually grinding up and down, a soft whimper escaping you as you felt the nails dig into your flesh.

"laios," you breathlessly whispered out his name, hands tightly gripping the sheets. you were terrified, helpless against him. saying his name seemed to excite him even more, feeling it twitch against your covered cunt. "we... w-we can't do this, not now. y-you have things to do today, so ma... many things."

"i'm the king, they can wait." he bluntly stated with a certain tightness to it, shuddering as he pulled you up, still moving against you.

there was a desperate look in those tired eyes as he was holding himself back from going all out. he was almost drooling, his lower half bucking up in short spasms against you, giving you almost complete control of the pace. you didn't feel like you were in control of yourself either, hands pressed up against the softness of his chest as you bear down against him.

"l-let me kiss you, please. please, p-please. i need you, need to taste you m-more."

how could you reject the king's request? for today, you'll indulge him. one last time, you'll be his loyal right hand. you pressed your lips on his, pushing him down into the mattress and losing yourself in his embrace.

you awoke when the clock struck at midnight, body sore with bite marks littering around your skin. laios was completely knocked out next to you, snoring away on a partially-ripped up pillow. gently, you brushed the growing blond strands away from his face, watching him lean into your touch. you let out a quiet sigh. it's time.

underneath the trash you've been picking up, all your essential items in your old adventurer's bag laid underneath. you wanted to leave a note behind, but it was too much of a risk. better to let him think you've died than him trying to find you. one last look at him before exiting the room, you thought about what could've been if he had just been a peaceful ruler. if he was, would you have stayed in the underground forever?

not even a day passed and it was soon declared in the dungeon that you were missing and must be found, a large bounty on your head to be brought alive. you being dead wasn't an option at all. thanks to the changelings, you were able to change your appearance drastically to be able to make your way upwards with no trouble. there was unfamiliar knights scouting the floors, the haunting sound of metal shuffling around as you narrowly avoid the main paths. you had the idea of visiting senshi and izutsumi once you got to the higher floors, but they might send you back to laios if word has already gotten that high up.

chilchuck might've been the safest option; outwardly, he wasn't too fond of laios, but he put all his trust into him when situations get dire. be it because he had a family to get back to or there were no options left for the half-foot, he might've been the smartest one in the party.

the smell of fresh food and the sounds of joyous chatter reached your ears as you continued forwards, heart pounding with happiness for the first time in forever. the first floor, the start of it all. you shuffled through the crowd, seeing outside light peering through the gaping entranceway. closing your eyes, there was sudden realization. you'll be finally free from the damn dungeon's clutches, leaving behind the title of the dark king of the golden country's right hand.

it must've been 4 years since you've left behind the island, moving to the eastern archipelago with the money you've managed to scour in the dungeon. life is somewhat difficult with the civil wars that go on, but you wouldn't change it either way. anything was better than the island. you even started picking up the language, able to communicate simple sentences to the others living in your neighborhood.

you were busy hanging up the clean, wet laundry on the clotheslines when your son tugged on your robe.

"mama, a man is there." you glanced down and brushed the blond locks out of his face, tucking them behind his ear.

"is it haruto-san? i'll be there in a minute."

"no. the man has horns. haru-san has no horns." you fell silent, the basket on your hip falling down into the grass with a heavy thud. finally looking up, you see him through the flapping sheets. he's there, undeniably there. he's not in the dark metal armor, but in his normal casual wear. his hair has grown longer, his face scruffy with a growing beard. if not for the ivory horns, he would've looked like your laios but older.

"c'mere baby." you tucked your son behind you, backing up closer to your house as he began to approach slowly. you don't know how he finally found you, but he won't take you back there, and he sure as hell won't take your son away from you.

"y/n!" he called out to you as your hand touched the door knob behind you, pulling it open and almost shoving your son into the home. you quietly whispered to him to hide and to not come out until you came to get him.

"what do you want?" he finally reached you, his body towering over just like before. laios simply grinned, reaching out to your face and brushing his clawed hand against the scar on your cheek.

"just wanted to talk to my lover again, it's good to see you y/n. beautiful as the day you left me those 4 years ago, you liar." the grip on your throat was sudden but expected, the raising you up from the floor while choking you out wasn't something you expected. you wriggled in his grasp, your own dull fingernails digging and scratching at his hand and forearm, legs kicking at his body.

laios was unfazed, his head tilting off to the side. "still the same weak and fragile girl. tell me, who's the kid? don't tell me you slept with another man after that unforgettable day we shared together. the thought of you with someone else is giving me a bad taste in my mouth, surely you don't mind if i—"

he made the motion with his thumb, sliding across his own neck slowly. you shook your head, tears in your eyes. anything but him. kill the entire village, but not your precious son. "—y-ours..."

laios paused, the grip on your neck loosening. "what?"

"he's—h-he's yours..." you dropped to the ground, falling to your side as you put a hand over your neck, coughing and hacking.

"we have a kid?" there was a giddiness to his voice as he crouched to your level, completely ignoring the fact that he was just about to kill your and your son. you only started to talk once you were able to breathe, throat still immensely sore.

"yes, i've never been with anyone else since you. that's the honest truth, no lies. he doesn't know that you're his dad and i—"

"because you didn't stay in the kingdom, didn't stay with me like you promised to. we're going back, it's better there."

"a dungeon is no place to raise a child! i'm not letting asahi go down there and i'm never going back there, i don't want anything to do with you laios. stop being so fucking dense for once and look at what's happened to you! you're... you're a monster!"

laios fell silent, as if you've physically hit him with the words that came out of your mouth. his eyes glanced down at the mark on your neck, down to his clawed hands which reached over to his horns. he then started laughing, tears falling down his cheeks.

"this is why i made you my right hand! if only you were honest all those years ago." he wiped with his sleeve, still amused with your outburts.

"fine. if you don't want to go back, then i'll be staying. the boy needs his father." you paled, not even considering that this was the worst case scenario compared to death.

"w-what about the dungeon? the kingdom? you can't just abandon you duties there!"

"marcille's got it in control, 'specially since she's a long-living species. she's better adept at those kinds of things, me? i'm nothing without you, so i'll raise asahi and the rest with you."

you sat yourself up, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. "...th-the rest?"

laios then licked his lips, those frighteningly pale yellow eyes curving with malicious intent.

"4 years was an awfully long time without you, think of it as not being able to indulge in your favorite meal. now then," he grabbed your ankle, pulling you underneath him and pining you down against the wooden deck. you could feel those same claws drag up your exposed thigh, a shiver shooting through you.

"shouldn't we start catching up?"

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Does Han have a wand in this au? If so that would be hilarious 😂

2k Followers Event | a wand incident

pairing: han x reader

synopsis: the sanctuary pixie is a snack thief...

warnings: pixie!han

event masterlist: #2kShootingStars

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AN: i actually kind combined this with another ask bc it asked for something that didn't match my idea of set up, but they wanted something fun...

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It starts, as many things do lately, with a pastry and a lie. 

You told yourself you weren’t going to eat in the west wing anymore. Too many enchanted spores. Too many open jars. Too many suspicious glances from the more sentient herbs in the apothecary lab. But today is long and your patience is a frayed wick.

The cinnamon roll is still warm from the greenhouse ovens. It has that perfect swirl of sugar and butter that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, magic is still good in this world.

And for exactly three seconds, everything is perfect.

Until the pastry disappears out of your hand mid-bite with a flash of iridescent wings and a cackle that echoes off the high stone walls.

You jolt upright so fast your chair squeaks in protest. “What the-”

A glittering blur zooms across the rafters, leaving a dusting of what might be stardust or might be powdered sugar.

“HAN JISUNG!”

“Hi!” comes the muffled reply, somewhere up near the old scroll rack. “Don’t worry, I’ll rate it out of ten! Mmph, okay, twelve out of ten. Flaky. Could use more nutmeg though- ow, ow, hot icing!”

You storm toward the bookshelf, yanking a tapestry aside, only to be met with a rush of air and an explosion of dried lavender as something zips past your shoulder and knocks over three potion vials and a salt lamp.

“You are a menace,” you hiss, “a sparkly, sugar-addicted menace!”

“I’m a free spirit!” he chirps from somewhere under your desk. “Your mortal labels mean nothing to me!”

You nearly trip over a stack of herbal encyclopedias lunging after him, but he’s already darted back up to the ceiling, wings flitting impossibly fast.

“Hold still!”

“I literally can’t, that’s part of the contract, ooh, is this a walnut tart?!”

You whirl toward the sound and slam your hand down on the table, empty. A trail of crumbs spirals like a sad breadcrumb path to your now-decimated snack hoard. You gasp.

“I had rations, Han! Emotional rations!”

“Oh no,” he says from behind a curtain, “I’ve committed emotional theft. Arrest me immediately. Put me in mushroom jail.”

“You are insufferable!”

“And sugar-powered!”

In your fury, your foot kicks something small and surprisingly sparkly under your desk. It skitters against the stone floor with a light ting!

You crouch. And you stare.

It’s a wand. Or… it’s trying to be. A janky twig, wrapped in twine and what you suspect is fairy floss, glitter caked in the grooves. Bedazzled within an inch of its life. Tiny plastic stars dangle from the handle. A googly eye winks up at you.

Down the side is scribbled (in pink gel pen), PROPERTY OF KING SPARKLEBOOM III.

You hold it up. “What. Is. This.”

There is a beat of pure, panicked silence.

“…I’ve never seen that before in my life,” says a voice from behind the shelf.

You squint. “It has your name on it.”

“It says King Sparkleboom! That’s not legally binding!”

“It smells like cotton candy, Han.”

“That’s not mine,” he insists. “That belongs to my evil twin. Or a warlock. Or., oh god, you’re walking toward the vent. Please don’t open the vent-”

You do.

Inside is a very small, very glittery pixie, curled in a tangle of blanket scraps, cookie crumbs, and a button he’s been using as a pillow. His wings droop slightly under your gaze.

“You’re a pixie,” you say, stunned. “You’re a tiny, chaos-embodied forest pixie, and I’ve been giving you my trail mix for weeks.”

He blinks. Then brightens.

“I mean, that’s not all I am,” he says, fluttering out with a little twirl. “I’m also very cute.”

You stare at him.

He offers a peace offering: the sad corner of your cinnamon roll, slightly crumpled.

“…I hate you.”

“You love me.”

You snatch your cinnamon corner and mutter under your breath. “You’re writing incident reports for the next week.”

“What?! My hands are tiny!”

“Not my problem, Sparkleboom.”

He pouts so hard his wings droop again. “But I only used magic a little this time.”

“You stole my pastry, crashed into three potions, knocked over a lantern, and startedle— wait.” You narrow your eyes. “What do you mean magic?”

He flinches.

“…Nothing?”

You slowly turn to look behind you, at the half-melted salt lamp now glowing a suspicious neon pink. The curtains are glittering. The mushroom spirit is somehow twice its usual size and has bangs now.

Jisung holds up his hands. “Okay, okay! Maybe I waved the wand. Once. But just for aesthetic purposes.”

“You enchanted the mushroom!”

“I was trying to give him a vibe!”

“He’s developing a personality!”

The mushroom spirit, now perched on your desk and humming a tune from what sounds suspiciously like 2003, gives you a lazy peace sign.

You’re going to scream.

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That night, you find a note under your pillow.

It's written in purple ink on a maple leaf, folded into a paper crane.

It says: Sorry for the chaos. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. (Well... not that much trouble.) You looked sad today. I thought sugar might help.  - hannie 

Attached is a perfectly intact cinnamon roll.

You pretend you don’t smile. You do. You eat it slowly, warm sugar on your tongue, while a tiny, sleepy glow flits above the windowsill, wings fluttering soft as lullabies.

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Kinda strange colors but okay...

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Omg this was totally worth the wait!!! I love this so much!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Sorry you waited so long lmao I had insane white page syndrome and found a lil inspiration in your ask Hell yeah polyamory yanderes

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I have this funny headcanon that hybrid Jeongin and Seungmin hunts little animals when they go outside and then they come back in the house and thier owners are horrified at the bloody mess on thier mouths.🤣

1k Followers Event | afternoons are for hunting

pairing: puppy!Seungmin x fox!Jeongin x reader | part 2

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: mnetions of blood and hunting, nonsexual nudity

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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AN: this is just cute fluff, super short lol

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Most of the boys were out today, leaving you to your own devices in the cabin. While smelt amazing and so warm most of the time, the same couldn't be said for the cabin. It's understandable that the home of 8 boys in their twenties would be messy. But still, it was ridiculous. 

You spent the majority of the morning airing out the place, doing countless loads of laundry, washing all the sheets which by this point in your trip had seen way too much. The boys would really benefit from another washing machine… or four. 

With dinner prepped just so Minho would be less stressed and maybe in a playful mood, you started on the floors. It was mid mopping the entrance that you heard the door flap switch against its frame. 

"Boys?" you called out, worried a wild animal had somehow wandered in, they had rarely used the pet door since you had been there. 

When no answer came, you leaned to look around the wall. There on all four was a little auburn fox and a golden puppy, both roughly the same size. The fox shook its fur flicking mud onto the floors. You let out a groan as both of the hybrids looked up at you.

"Seriously Innie?!" 

The fox whined out what sounded like an apology, as you approached, mop in hand. Looking at you with his big boba eyes as his tail thumps quietly behind him. Getting closer you notice, his muzzle looks a little too red. You turn to Seungmin only to find his smiling face, canines covered in blood. 

"Ew, what is that?" you whine, "Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?!" you start freaking out. 

With a light poof, you now stare at naked Jeongin, still on the floor, next to the puppy hybrid. "No we're not hurt Noona," he fusses trying to calm you down, approaching you. 

You're quick to dodge his touch, "No touching! You're covered in mud and BLOOD," you shake your head, "What in the world have you been doing?"

"We went hunting" Jeongin shrugs like it's normal, followed by a quick bark from Seungmin, a noise of agreement. 

"But like why? I made dinner… Surely we shouldn't hunt for food?"

Another poof and you're now looking at two naked boys on the floor. 

You sigh, "Seriously stop doing that. Where are your clothes?" 

Seungmin grins at you, full teeth, which might be cute if he wasn't dripping with blood right now, "Which question do you want an answer to Noona?". He looks way too smug. 

Another sigh leaves your body, "Did you bring any dead animals home?", Jeongin shakes his head firmly, "Then you know what I don't care, go shower and then I'm making you clean the entryway."

The two boys groan as they make their way down the hall and into their respective bathrooms. You look at the mess they left, before deciding it isn't your problem and hurrying back to the kitchen.

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Hey how do you feel about writing yandere stray kids with fem stylist darling, like for Chan it’s romantic but for the rest of the kids it’s platonic, kind of like a little yandere family where neither the ‘parent’ or the ‘kids’ want their darling to leave them.

STRAY KIDS ‘FAMILY’ HEADCANONS.

a/n. okay, bare with me. i love this concept so much and had so many ideas for it— and i also had no clue how to organize it all. i hope this works!

warnings. violence. kidnapping. yandere themes.

word count. 2.1k

stray kids was a popular boy group that you didn’t know very well

you were chosen as the main stylist for the boys.

each of them were very kind boys, but specifically, bang chan stuck out to you.

and you had no idea what you would be getting into.

it began with how kind he was towards you and the backstage team

he would show off his charming smile and thank everyone any chance he got

even onstage during concerts, he would take a moment to thank the staff

then you began to realize how attractive he was.

you couldn’t help but stare as he would come backstage in a rush, sweaty from performing, tearing his shirt off, with the other boys following close behind

hesitating, you would hand him the next outfit for him

he’d flash you a smile and a quick ‘thanks’, running a hand through his damp hair as he changed

you didn’t know if you were just being hopeful at first, but you began to realize that he formed an attraction to you as well

you would be tugging on the cloth of his shirt, smoothing it out, fixing every wrinkle and misplaced accessory on his body

and chan would stare at you unapologetically, even if you met his gaze

there was obvious tension between the two of you

one day, he lingered for longer after an event to chat with you, ask you for tips on what colors would work best on him, what to wear in his weekly livestreams, and more

the rest of the boys lingered around him, quietly— which was quite unusual for them, there was rarely a time where they weren’t yelling

“i know this is technically against the rules, but would you be willing to take a visit to our dorm room and go through my closet with me? i really need fashion help. id be willing to pay.”

“it’s okay, i’d love to do it for free.”

you weren’t as oblivious as you pretended to be.

you knew he didn’t just want help with clothes and you could think of a billion other ways that he could easily figure out what to wear

but the biggest giveaway was the desire in his eyes, looking at you in ways that would never be considered a professional relationship

“do you want my number? i could text you the address, just don’t leak it, please.”

“you have my word.”

that night, you drove to their dorm, knocking on the door to be greeted by chan in his natural habitat— a hoodie and sweatpants, messy hair, no makeup, and a shy smile on his face.

“sorry for the mess, me and seungmin were trying to clean before you got here.”

you stepped into the dorm, finding exactly what you’d expect from eight boys living together. a complete mess.

but what you didn’t expect was for changbin to immediately guard the door after locking it.

“you know, me and the boys were looking for someone else to help take care of them.”

you fell right into their trap. and there was no escape from this sick, twisted family roleplay that they forced you to be apart of.

BANG CHAN.

he would never allow you to leave the house under any circumstances.

he would be the one to go to your apartment and grab your absolutely necessary things

he was also extremely possessive

you are only allowed to refer to him as your husband or darling, anything else will get a member of your actual family killed.

he’s absolutely obsessed with playing the role of a wonderful husband

it’s almost sickening how well he pretends, as if he actually loved his “wife” and his “kids”

of course, nobody could love someone if they’re keeping them captive, though.

pet names came naturally to him. he was always referring to you as his sweetheart, his honey, and most importantly, his wife.

your daily tasks involve waking up the kids and helping with breakfast, then sitting together to eat as a family

while he is gone, he expects for you to clean the house, do the laundry— typical housewife things

of course he would help you with these tasks normally, though, as a good husband should do, once he is home

when he gets home with the boys, however, he expects a kiss on the lips, and to be asked how his day went

dinner must be started, and chan never fails to comment on how good it smells.

it’s almost like every day is a repeat, the same script over and over.

and any time that you go out of line, chan will simply ignore you, and eventually you learned to just play along

at night, you must lay beside chan, wondering how you somehow used to be attracted to the monster as he held you tightly in his arms from behind.

LEE MINHO.

minho, labeled as the oldest child, was cold and eerily quiet at first

he didn’t talk to you, instead choosing to hang out with one of his ‘brothers’

once he was sure that you wouldn’t escape, he would begin to show little signs of acknowledgment towards you

things like a nod or a wave when he walked in the door or thanking you for cooking him food

soon he would ask you questions about yourself like asking about where you grew up, or how you became a stylist

soon, while he didn’t exactly follow you around obnoxiously the way that jisung would, you would always find him nearby, keeping a watch on you

“can i help you cook dinner?” he eventually asked, avoiding eye contact

when you agreed, he would perk up, immediately washing his hands and helping to get the ingredients

that became you and minhos thing. every time you would cook for the boys, which was at least twice a day, often three, he would join you

“getting along well with mom, i see?” chan would ask him with a grin.

“i love mom. she’s wonderful.”

“i knew you would eventually warm up to her.”

SEO CHANGBIN.

changbin was the first one that you learned to despise

he was deemed as the guard for you, since he was the strongest, and therefore was always the one to catch you first when you tried to leave multiple times

“where do you think you’re going?” he would growl, his expression full of what you thought was hatred

if he was so annoyed by you, why would he keep you in the first place?

although chan claimed him to be your “son”, he easily manhandled you, picking you up and dragging you back into the house despite your thrashing, and throwing you down as if you were the child.

but as your escape attempts became less and less frequent, you began to see a different side of changbin

one that was softer, kinder, less scary to be around

he would help you around the house with chores, such as doing the dishes or making the beds

“i wanted to make you smile”, he would say, causing your heart to skip a beat

he would grow on you quickly once his outer shell broke

HWANG HYUNJIN.

“why do you want to leave, mommy?”

most of the boys called you mom, but hyunjin was insistent on calling you mommy.

it made your stomach churn in an uncomfortable, frightening feeling

“i promise i’ll be good. i’ll make sure my room is clean and i’ll brush my teeth every night. just don’t try to leave again.”

you would grit your teeth and watch him beg, as if they weren’t holding you hostage, as if chan hadn’t done the sickest things to ensure that you would stay.

you didn’t know what kind of issues hyunjin and the rest had, but you didn’t want to be a part of them.

most of the time, hyunjin acted like a fragile child, like he would start to cry at any moment

he always wanted your attention, more than the other boys

“can you hold me, mommy? and sing me to sleep?”

you wanted to say no, but you couldn’t, or else he would tell chan.

“of course. come here.”

you would shakily comb your hands through his long hair, rocking him back and forth until he fell asleep on top of you.

HAN JISUNG.

clingy cuddle bug number one

jisung was always at your side if he wasn’t being swept away by minho to play

“where were you? why were you gone for so long?” he would ask on your first night trapped in the house

he played the role a little too well, as if you had genuinely left without any reason for his entire life

but now you were back and he wasn’t going to leave you alone

“do you want to draw with me?”

“i have to make the beds.”

“can i help you make the beds?”

“you’re gonna mess them up, jisung.”

he would stare at you silently for a moment.

“call me sungie,” he would whisper, his entire expression changing in an instant

your breath would hitch as he continued, “or else i’m gonna tell daddy. and he’s going to hurt grandma. really badly, too.”

with tears brimming your eyes, you would restart. “sungie, you’re gonna mess the beds up. let mama do it.”

a switch in his brain seemed to flip, going right back into character. “why do you always have to do boring things? why can’t we play?”

“why don’t you play with lixie until i’m done?”

LEE FELIX.

felix was always more gentle than the others even from the beginning

when he found you crying, he would be the first person to wipe your tears, hushing you, telling you that it would all be okay

he seemed like the closest to sane one in the house

you felt like you could trust him, that he actually had a heart

maybe, just maybe, he was being forced to play along too, maybe he was being held captive

you could tell by the pained look in his eyes when he saw you being scolded by chan for trying to run away

which is why you came to him with your plan.

“felix,” you pulled him into the laundry room, “i think i’m gonna run away.”

“you’re going to what?”

“you need to help me. we can act like we’re together so that bang chan doesn’t get suspicious.”

his eyes were wide, crazed, as he shoved you against the wall, harnessing strength that you didn’t think could come out of the soft boy.

a knife was pulled against your throat, the harsh metal digging into your skin.

“you are never going to run away from daddy and your children, mom. you should forget about it,” his deep voice boomed throughout the house

KIM SEUNGMIN.

seungmin really didn’t seem all that attached to you like the other boys

but he was quite the troublemaker

chan would call you to scold him for teasing the others or to break up arguments

he was definitely exhausting to deal with

“minnie! don’t call hyunjin that!” or “what did i say about throwing food?”

what was the most agitating is that both seungmin and chan seemed to enjoy it, as if they had decided that the family needed a troublemaker.

he would stick his tongue out at you, egging you on, thinking that you wouldn’t do anything just because you didn’t want to be his real mom.

“go to your room!” you would yell, as chan smiled behind you, “or i’ll have to drag you in there!”

“fine!” he would groan out in defeat, slamming his door behind him.

“good job, my sweetheart,” chan would praise into your ear, “you’re finally acting like the mother that you are. but hyunjin is crying because of seungmin’s words now, would you be a darling and go comfort him?”

YANG JEONGIN.

as the youngest of the boys, everyone seemed to deem him as the most important thing in the world

you could admit that he was definitely adorable

but the way that the others treated him was unbearably obnoxious

“can you cut up jeongin’s food?” chan would ask you sweetly, his arms wrapping around your waist in the kitchen

you grimaced, thankful that chan couldn’t see your face, “of course my love.”

cutting up food for a twenty-one year old was something that you never thought you’d have to do

but as long as nobody else died, you would do it.

“can i have apple juice?” “can i have the smallest fork?”

it was never-ending with the babying of the person that you couldn’t see as anything but a full grown man.

but at night, you would find him slithering in between you and your husband, his chest replacing chan’s against your back and hot breath against your ear

“you love me, right, mom? don’t you love baby jeongin?”

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Used (drabble)

pairing: felix x afab!reader, implied ot8 x reader

genre: filthy smut

wc: 723

warnings: cockwarming, unprotected sex, partner sharing, degradation, praise, LOTS of dirty talk, creampie, breeding kink, reader is called slut

a/n: i'm in a lil writing slump so this is an attempt at getting out of it, enjoy (i guess😭)💕

You were currently lying under your best friend Felix, your legs wrapped around him and his cock buried deep inside your heat. It wasn't the first time he needed the closeness and the comfort and you were happy to be of service, letting him seek your warmth.

You were scrolling on your phone as he almost fell asleep on top of you but then you shifted just a little, making him groan into your neck.

"Y/n." he whined before lifting up and looking at you. You tossed your phone aside and gave him a smirk.

"Spread your legs." his voice was dark and a shiver ran up your spine, doing as you were told.

Felix started to move slowly, fucking your stretched wet pussy, his eyes rolling back at the feeling as he grunted.

You gasped, letting out a string of moans as you clutched onto him.

"Did you cockwarm the other guys like this, hm?" he asked, dragging his cock through your walls.

"Mm, yeah." you whimpered when his tip hit your spot.

"Tell me how you did it." Felix wrapped one hand around your neck, his other squeezing on your breast.

"I- I cockwarmed Hyunjin while he was painting." you started.

"Yeah? Did you let him fuck you?" Felix pinched your nipple, making you whine as he still fucked into you with languid movement.

"Yes. He bended me over his table and fucked me hard." you bit on your lip, your pussy clenching around Felix's length.

"Who else?" he smirked, pulling his cock almost completely out before rocking back into you harder, making you moan.

"C-Chan." you whimpered. "In the studio."

"Mhm." he squeezed your neck a little and you gasped, lifting your middle up to meet his thrusts.

"Did he fuck you good after that?"

"He fucked me so good." you whimpered as Felix gripped your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders.

"And Changbin?"

"I cockwarmed him with my mouth." you confessed and Felix twitched inside you, the image of you kneeling with your mouth stuffed full of Changbin's cock made him weak.

"I bet you liked your little mouth stretched around him, hm?" Felix gripped the flesh on the back of your thighs as he fucked you a little harder, your pussy so warm and wet around him.

"I loved it." you whined, nails digging into the mattress under you.

"What about last night? I heard you and Seungmin." Felix smirked, increasing his speed and making you even more wet, the squelching sounds of your pussy filling up the room.

"He fucked me from behind. I even let him put it in my ass." you whimpered at the memory.

"Damn, you really are just a little slut, aren't you?" Felix groaned, rocking his hips into yours and making you moan as you clenched hard around him.

"I am." you confirmed, biting on your lip.

"Tell me more." Felix demanded, fucking you harder and making your head spin.

"I fucked Jeongin this morning."

"Yeah? Did you ride him like a good girl?"

"I did." you whimpered, so close to release.

"You wanna cum, slut?" Felix grinned, his fingertips grazing your sensitive clit.

"Y-yes, please!" you moaned.

"Cum around me." he ordered, flicking your clit as he kept fucking into you hard.

"Ah, Felix!" you fell apart, exploding around him as he kept fucking you through your high and chasing his own.

"You want my cum, slut?" he panted and you gasped, gripping onto his arms.

"P-please!"

"Fuck, I know you love to be stuffed by all eight of us. Want us to breed this greedy little pussy?" Felix grunted, fucking you so hard that you came around him once again.

"Yes I do!" you cried out and he exploded, ropes od warm cum filling you up.

"Minho told me to stretch you good for him today." Felix breathed hard before pulling out.

"Mm." you whimpered at the emptiness but that was soon replaced by four of his fingers pushing inside your fucked out pussy.

"So, I'm not done with you yet. You're gonna take it like a good slut until Minho comes to fuck you." he smirked at your teary eyes as he continued fucking you hard with his fingers.

You whined, spreading your legs more, happy to be used by all eight of your best friends.

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I’m looking for this fanfic that Involved Felix x best friend reader and they both were intimate in a private room and the reader also admits to having intimate times with all the other stray kids members and loved it?

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Dandelions

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I wish the second season would be out soon because I need it…

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🌙 Midnight Desires

Paring: Yandere Kabru x reader, Slight Rin x reader

Warnings: Everyone are adults including the reader!, Kabru wants to sleep beside the reader but cant , slightly jealous Kabru, wet dreams, moaning, p in v, creampie, licking, masturbation, ejaculation, kissing.

Summary: It was a long day of traveling and fighting monsters in the dungeon and the group all settled in for the night. As soon as everyone fell asleep, Kabru was having a nightmare…or was he now?

Credits: Dividers are by the amazing and talented!! @wrbbnrse

Today was very exhausting for Kabru.

Traveling through the dungeon today was not an easy task since he was slightly irritated by something. Rin and the others kept hogging you today and he could barely get close to you without Mickbell or Kuro whining about not being beside you. He rolled his eyes at their protests and went to retrieve some water from the lake not wanting to argue with them further. He gathered some water in the bottles and could make out a conversation between u and Rin.

"I want you to sleep with me tonight (y/n)." I looked perplexed " Oh but I was gonna bunk with Kabru again."

She rolled her eyes "He doesn't always need to sleep with you angel, besides he never lets me sleep beside you and always takes you away from the group to have you for himself."

I blushed at her words, it was no secret that Kabru always wanted you by his side at every time during the day. He always wants my input on what his plans are for conquering the dungeon and strategies for any of the dungeon hazards. He formed a stronger bond with you after he opened up to you about his backstory and ever since he was always around you.

I was then pulled out of my thoughts "So why not? Wanna bunk with me tonight? Besides I need to fix the ends of your hair they need be redone". She grabbed a strand of my purple locks and twirled it around.

Rin's eyes gleamed in confidence, knowing that I wouldn't say no to hurt her feelings or make her upset. "But I already....I uhhh...well okay fine I will". She grinned and hugged me tight.

kabru watched our interaction and was fuming. He nearly broke the bottle. "Um Kabru your squeezing the bottle to hard" Kabru snaps out of his daze and looks down "Oh uh yeah. Sorry my bad". He sighs and him and Holm got up to put the water in the traveling bag. He felt even more irritated today.

The sounds of soft snores were heard during the night.

I was sandwiched right next to Rin, she had one arm on my side and the other on her sheet. Daya, Holm, Mickbell and Kuro all surrounded us and was sleeping in thier sleeping bags. We all set up our sleeping quarters in an empty shack that we found today.

Kabru twisted and turned in his sleep, he could barely get any rest all and it wasn't from Mickbell's snoring. He made a guttural growl and his eyes opened in a huff. He looked at the side of him and saw all of his group members and Rin curled up next to you.

He glared at the scene in pure jealousy. Honestly, the nerve of Rin. Keeping his precious kitten all to herself.

Fucking annoying.

He then laid back down in an irritated state and covered himself up with his blanket. He took one last glance at your face, admiring how slow and soft ur breathing was and the peaceful look on your face. Your hair was straightened and beautiful, the purple locks at the ends of your hair were in a curly style that Rin did.

Kabru’s face softened as he stared at your form one last time before finally succumbing to the night. He closed his eyes and started to rest. Or…so he thought.

A few minutes into the night. He began to turn over and over in his sleep. He breathed heavily and gasped at a new sensation he felt. He was dreaming about a rather intimate moment between you and him. In his lower region something felt warm with a burning desire.

Kabru looked at you with lust in his eyes as he was on top of you naked. You also looked at him with love and also lust. He smiled and began to passionately lock his lips onto yours. He then began to move his hand down your thighs which made you moan from the feeling.

Kabru’s bulge began to peak out through his underwear. His eyes were still closed shut and he slowly began to move his hand towards his bulge and caressed it. “Ahh. Ah!” He began to press and massage his hard member and moaned at the feeling. It felt good...so very good. Kabru then slowly began to take off his underwear revealing his erect and large member. He then grabbed his cock and started pumping it slowly, he let out small gasps and soft moans as he rubbed it down.

Kabru remained on top of you and began to position himself and his cock against your clit teasing it a little. He slowly inserted himself inside of you while moaning at the tightness of your gummy walls. You moaned loudly at his large length as he stretched you out, it felt so big as he was fully inside of you. He gasped at how good and tight you felt.

"Nghh! ah!" His eyes remained shut and he kept stroking his cock up and down slightly faster then before. The feeling was like pure ecstasy to him and he wanted to feel it even more. As he kept going his eyes focused down on your large bouncing breasts and it drove him crazy.

"Ah ah ah! Oh oh (y/n)! You feel so good! So good!" Kabru began pounding inside of you at rapid pace. Every pound made your body feel like it was on fire, it felt so damn good! He pounded at you in a desperate matter chasing his orgasm."Ohh Kabru! Oh oh!" You begin to feel your climax buildup from Kabru's rapid thrusts and held him tighter.

He stroked himself even faster and moaned softly at the feeling, he could feel his cock about to spill out at any second now! Saliva trailed down from his mouth at the passionate feeling.

"Ahh! (y/n)! Oh I can't..ah.. Shit! I can't hold it much longer!" He whimpered at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing against his warm cock, he felt like he was about to burst inside of you.

"Cum! Cum inside of me Kabru!" He looked at me feel of lust and he pounded inside of me four more times deeply and then he finally exploded inside of me. "(Y/n)!!!!" His head shot up towards the sky and we both moaned loudly as he spilled his hot thick ropes of cum inside of me filling me up.

Kabru spilled thick ropes of cum onto his bed sheets and he whimpered at the delicious sensation. He finally emptied out the rest of his juices after what felt like forever. He panted in exhaustion and satisfaction, he was relieved of the pain he felt earlier. His sheets were now tainted with his cum.

His eyes remained shut the whole time and he drifted off to sleep once more. Luckily his group members were still asleep and heard nothing the whole time in the night.

[vanilla1cream]

Hi! For the vanilla cream aesthetic I mean yellow, brown and almond colored star dividers, and maybe flower themed ones

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F2U - like , reblog if you do !! ˶ᐢᗜᐢ˶ credits very appreciated ♡ .。.

mer hopes this is the aesthetic that you want ᵕ ,,—ᴗ—,, thanks for requesting ☆

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by Andy Goldsworthy

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Malleable

Watercolor On Black Cotton Paper

2024. 8"x 10"

Gold Poppies

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Cream-filled Italian donuts

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Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)