#melon x reader

[0forestnymph0]

So, apparently I'm not the only one who is offended by the lack of Melon fics, especially Melon x reader ones, and I had a sudden desire to change that. If we don't have something, we should create it, right? Hope it's not too bad though, haha.

Minors, go away right now!

THE TRUTH. pt. 1

TW: explicite, reader is a female, kidnapping, sensory deprivation, handcuffs, toys, nipple clamps, overstimulation, dirty talk and cursing, mention of murder, thoughts of death (guess that's it, also English isn't my first language, I used a translator, so I hope there isn't many mistakes)

You can’t even begin to imagine how much time has passed. Since the toys shut off, it’s been about two hours, but how long ago did that happen?

It was a relief when they finally died. He left you, your hands and feet tied to the iron bars of the bedframe, blindfolded, with a tape on your mouth. And you wouldn’t have been in such horror if he hadn’t taped one vibrator to your clit and shoved another inside you to the very base, sealing the entrance securely so it wouldn’t fall out.

Before leaving, he chided himself for being forgetful. What had he forgotten? To attach clamps to your nipples and crank them to the maximum, of course. You felt his satisfied exhale on the top of your head as you shrieked from the steel biting into your tender buds. And then he turned both toys on at the highest setting simultaneously… His loud, manic laughter still echoed in your ears. If you could have screamed at full volume, they’d have heard you across the entire country, and if it weren’t for the restraints, you’d have arched your back so hard you’d break your spine. But you thought that would be better than being unable to let your body fully react to this assault.

“How amusing…” he whispered thoughtfully. “You’re screaming exactly like that young lamb I was slitting the throat of last week. Tell me, what’s it like? Does it feel good? Does it hurt? Are you scared? Oh, right, sorry, you can’t say anything.”

Your desperate attempts to break free and cry out to him triggered another wave of laughter, but a moment later, he suddenly grabbed you by the throat and spoke with just his lips against your ear:

“So lie still and learn, like a good, diligent girl. When I get back, I’ll examine you thoroughly and ask the most difficult questions. You’d better be perfectly prepared.”

Throughout all the time spent in this torment, a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, you seemed to have completely forgotten how to think. You’d scratched your wrists and ankles raw and lost your voice. What the hell would he do when he returned? And when exactly would he come back? You didn’t really care anymore, because you had no strength left for anything except sleep, but you couldn’t even do that – your arms were numb, your nipples ached, your whole body begged for mercy, and you were desperately thirsty. Your throat was so dry it hurt to swallow.

But you heard him. Melon was already here. Cheerfully, almost skipping, he walked down the corridor, whistling some tune. Your eyes flew open in terror and anticipation, but all you saw was the darkness of the tear-soaked blindfold.

When the door creaked, it was as if an electric current shot through your body; it came alive again, and you could now feel every inch, every note of pain, every tiny wound or stiff muscle.

“Huuuh…” His growl suddenly seemed deafening after such a long period of silence and semi-consciousness. “Those fucking idiots.”

The mattress sagged under his weight as he plopped down on the bed by your feet, and your body bounced a little. You heard a rustling sound, like something being stretched. Taking off his tie, you thought. Then came the click of a lighter. You heard Melon take a drag, and a couple of seconds later, exhale slowly. The smell of tobacco reached your nostrils, and you coughed slightly, which seemed to get his attention.

Without warning, he ripped the tape off your lips. You opened your mouth to scream, but he clamped it shut with his large, clawed hand, so only a pathetic, tearful moan escaped you.

“Don’t you dare,” Melon hissed. “My head is already splitting from those goddamn students who can’t sit still and shut up. Is it really that hard to keep quiet when the teacher is talking? Hmm? Show some respect?”

Hearing the threat in his voice, you were glad your own voice had given out. You could only barely grunt and breathe tiredly, and that seemed to please him. At least for now.

“You, on the other hand… You always stayed quiet and listened, took detailed notes, turned everything in on time. Is that because you’re such a ‘good girl,’ or because no one wanted to talk to you?”

His question was followed by another drag and exhale. Drag, exhale. And your silence. With a growl, Melon yanked the clamp on your nipple, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through you so intensely you feared you might lose it entirely.

“I asked you a question. Be so kind as to answer it.”

“I…” You were shocked by your own hoarse, barely recognizable voice as you tried to push something coherent out. “I don’t know. Probably both.”

“Hah, hilarious. So, teachers’ pet… was it worth it?”

“W-worth what?”

“Being perfect all the time just to please those old, grumpy bitches? You don’t give a single shit about it, do you? The truth is, you’re just desperate for someone to praise you.”

“I’ve never thought about it like that…”

Melon clicked his tongue. This time, he tore the blindfold from your eyes, catching your ear – not drawing blood, but scratching it. You immediately squeezed your eyes shut, then blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the world being accessible to you again, in all its beauty or horror. Your world was now confined to a single person, and he was sitting in front of you in his blue university shirt, staring at you with a dead-eyed gaze. In his amber irises, the flickering lights of sunset danced, and maybe something else you couldn’t decipher. Perhaps he wasn’t even sure what emotions he was feeling himself.

“Alright. Have you thought about what I asked you this morning, then?”

The memory of his questions about pain and pleasure immediately surfaced. Despite the inappropriate circumstances, you felt your cheeks burn.

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth.”

His gaze, still fixed on your face, confirmed his words. Melon wanted the truth, and as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to know how things would end if you said nothing. You only knew you had absolutely no desire to actually end up in the place of that lamb he’d slaughtered. Or did you?

Now, having lost hope of escape or being rescued, you weren’t so sure. How many others had Melon kidnapped and done what he was doing to you? You had heard of him, but had no idea what he looked like. You only knew the rumors from the Black Market about a hybrid who kept the lions (who thought themselves kings) in fear, about how cowardly they tucked their tails and lowered their gazes, how they lined up to meet him and receive their dose of humiliation.

All those whispered conversations among the campus carnivore guys only added fuel to the fire of desire burning in your belly at the thought of this maniac. Melon certainly wasn’t interested in romantic affairs. You were sure you’d overheard something about carnivore-herbivore hybrids: not only do they have issues with taste perception and psychological problems related to rejecting their own bodies and not understanding who they are (exacerbated by social pressure), but their libido is also at zero or below average. It seemed nature itself disapproved of such interbreeding, thus placing a ban on the further reproduction of these individuals.

Therefore, the likelihood that the terror of the Black Market kidnapped and raped girls like some common brute wasn’t just close to zero – it was in the negative. So it wasn’t shameful at all to imagine such things before sleep, wrapped in a blanket with a dildo between your legs, right? They were just fantasies that helped you come harder; there was nothing wrong with that, and it would never go further.

But fate had other plans. Who would have thought that Melon – Melon himself – would turn out to be the history professor at your university? You sensed something was off right away, from the very first class. That mask, that voice, that empty gaze, that predatory walk contrasting with his lanky figure… But how many weird professors are there? They’re usually just like that – well, weird. And rarely attractive. But this hot? Damn, you’d never encountered someone like this in your life.

It was shameful, but you wanted his attention so badly. Not yet knowing who he really was, you were sure this young professor fucked like a true carnivore, so you did everything to get him to notice you. You sat closer, wrote down every word he said, watched him intently, nodded. Your hand was always the first raised when he asked a question, and you never scored below an A on homework and tests.

“Hah, hilarious. So, teachers’ pet… was it worth it? Being perfect all the time just to please those old, grumpy bitches? You don’t give a single shit about it, do you? The truth is, you’re just desperate for someone to praise you,” Melon’s words echoed in your head.

It seemed it was time for you to open your mouth, because he was already beginning to narrow his eyes disapprovingly.

[kkurooswifee]

“𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏” || 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍

melon noticing the little flower shop beside the tattoo parlor one afternoon, tucked between dull concrete and flickering signs, and thinking how absurd it looks there, like something soft trying to survive in a place built for rough edges.

only glancing at it at first, on his way to another appointment to cover the leopard spots on his body, telling himself he has no reason to care about some quaint little shop filled with petals and perfume.

he’d step out after the appointment, mask on, hands in his pockets, and catching the scent of fresh flowers drifting through the street.

hesitating for a moment because flower shops aren’t his kind of place. too delicate. too sentimental. too full of meanings people like to attach to pretty things.

him going in anyway, convincing himself it’s nothing more than curiosity.

immediately spotting you behind the counter, carefully tying ribbon around a bouquet while softly humming to yourself, completely absorbed in your work.

pausing in the doorway because the whole place feels almost unsettlingly gentle.

watching the way your hands move with patience and precision, how every stem is handled like it matters, and finding it strange how much care you give to things that will wilt and die in a matter of days.

approaching the counter with that easy, pleasant smile he wears for strangers, the one that makes him seem approachable, harmless, civilized.

asking about the flowers in that soft, polite voice of his, pretending he’s only making conversation when really he’s studying you.

finding it odd when you answer him without suspicion, just sweet and shy, explaining what flowers mean and which ones last longest, treating him like any ordinary customer.

being weirdly fascinated by how naturally kind you are, because kindness that unguarded usually means stupidity in his eyes.

he decided you’re naïve, but not in an irritating way.

leaving with a tiny bouquet he absolutely did not need, telling himself it was only to avoid making the interaction awkward.

staring at those flowers later in his apartment, wondering why he bought them at all.

coming back the next time he visits the tattoo parlor, telling himself it’s just because he was already in the area.

lingering longer this time, listening while you explain how certain plants need more shade, more water, more care than others.

quietly thinking how ridiculous it is that some plants survive only because someone chooses to nurture them.

he’d start asking questions, not because he cares about flowers, but because he likes the way your face brightens when you answer.

keeping that pleasant, polished persona in place every visit, smiling softly, speaking gently, playing the role of the harmless customer because it makes you comfortable.

him learning which flowers bloom in each season, which ones symbolize trust, which ones mean devotion, storing away every detail you tell him.

pretending it’s all useless information while remembering every word.

he started to stop by even on days he doesn’t have tattoo appointments, showing up with no excuse except “I was nearby.”

him realizing he’s begun looking for reasons to be nearby.

listening to you talk about flowers like every bloom has a purpose, every fragile thing has value, and feeling something in him resist that idea while another part leans closer to it.

he’d find your softness irritating in theory.

finding your softness irresistible in practice.

him beginning to let the cracks show in tiny ways, letting his smile become less rehearsed, letting silences sit naturally, letting his curiosity sound genuine instead of performative.

him making dry little remarks about the flowers, dark humor slipping through, watching to see if you flinch.

being caught off guard when you only smile and gently explain why flowers are worth caring for even if they don’t last.

staring at you for a second too long after that because your worldview feels so opposite to his, and yet he doesn’t hate hearing it.

never telling you much about himself, always redirecting conversations when they get personal, keeping every answer vague enough to reveal nothing real.

still wearing the mask, figuratively and literally because no matter how often he visits, vulnerability feels like a weakness he refuses to indulge.

telling himself he only enjoys the shop because it’s quiet.

knowing it’s because of you.

noticing how the flower shop starts to feel familiar in a way nowhere else does.

hating how much he begins to anticipate seeing you.

him bringing up the things you taught him in casual conversation, surprising even himself when he remembers the exact care instructions for certain flowers.

internally mocking himself for retaining information about plants as if it matters.

understanding, somewhere deep down, that it matters because it came from you.

sitting in the shop longer than necessary, pretending to watch you arrange flowers while actually memorizing every little habit, how you tuck hair behind your ear, how you smile to yourself when a bouquet turns out right, how your voice softens when you talk about things you love.

realizing you’ve become part of his routine before he ever meant for that to happen.

trying to convince himself it’s harmless.

knowing nothing about his attachment is harmless.

slowly dropping the exaggerated sweetness he uses with everyone else, becoming quieter around you, more honest in the little things, because keeping up the performance starts to feel exhausting.

still never showing the ugliest parts of himself, never letting the bitterness fully surface, never admitting how deeply warped his views really are.

letting you see only the edges of it, just enough to know there’s something sharp under the softness.

being fascinated that even when he lets that sharpness slip, you don’t pull away.

finding himself wanting to understand why you don’t pull away.

returning again and again, less because he wants flowers and more because your little shop has become the one place where the noise in his head goes quiet.

hating the thought that peace for him looks like standing beside buckets of roses while you smile at him from across the counter.

hating even more that he keeps coming back for it.

never admitting how important those visits have become.

simply pushing open the shop door every chance he gets, hearing the little bell ring overhead, and feeling that unfamiliar calm settle in his chest the moment he sees you.

telling himself that he’s only there for the flowers.

knowing damn well that he isn’t.

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[bu-wa]

Melon x reader

¿Platonic?

A/N: Another Idea! I think of [Name] would like to annoy Melon (In his teacher part) when there's nothing much to do in the class and everyone is doing their own stuff while he do works. So what [Name] do is get his phone and take a picture or videos of [Name] itself, the class and Melon.

BUT [Name] accidentally leaking informations of students for Melon to take advantage.

A/N: If you noticed an incorrect grammar or confusion, pls comment and correct my grammar or mispelled words! I'll appreciate it!

Minor Warning:

Hc of Melon and [Name] had a good relationship

Something a bit off

Bad English

Let's act this is modern with teachers works in front of the class with their laptop

Interrupting Melon

Major Warning:

mentions of accidental Information leaks

Melon having an access to turn some students into a meal

Murder thoughts

3:20 pm

Everything seems a bit boring and bland, the class is a bit nosy as always while the other animals doing their own works — whether they're doing phones, homeworks, advanced review, gossiping to another and all that common stuff.

Your history mentor, Melon — is surprisingly calm about what's happening. The 1 hour discussion already have done and since he have 30 minutes left, before he dismissed the class he just sat there on his desk doing paperwork on laptop — Computing grades and checking if there are any errors.

While gazing on his phone beside his desk and some students are already outside of the class whether it's a group excusing to go to the bathroom, but they're just out there to grab some snacks and sharts. Which Melon really didn't mind since today, he's in a pretty chill mood despite his instincts might act on later.

Without hesitation you come in your way to get his attention, as always he's adorable when both of his eyes were closed or lightly squinted and with that mask he wore.

"Hey there our favorite History Prof. Can I see my grades now-" You interrupt.

"Wha- no, you can't. Also, privacy space please." Melon scolded you.

Acting like a responsible teacher and gave you that side eye look before he turns back to his work. As his clawed fingers tapped on the keys as he softly sighs, asking you.

"What do you want this time?" He huffs, as the hybrid Gazelle almost opened his eyes to roll it.

"Your phone." You answered honestly. "please, yes im polite I say the magic words all the time heh." You joked about it as you stood there.

That pretty pissed Melon off, if you were alone with him he won't be hesitating to smash you with his laptop and won't patch you up with medical kit.

"Goodluck trying to unlock the passcode on that, and don't you try to beg for me to open so you'd play games with it." Melon gave you a side eye threatening look before his eyes focused on his laptop again.

"You betcha." You snickered and snatched his phone.

Quickly opening the camera to take pictures of the busy class. Some students were thinking how are you this comfortable around the teacher or you were just that crazy. Before You took pictures of yourself and making lots of expression a lot on his cam.

"If my phone got it's storage full, I won't hesitate to drop kick you out of here." Melon commented.

You didn't mind and everyone thinks you're insane since it's unusual for a student to be that comfortable to their mentor. You keep playing around the phone and even interviewed some students how is their day, you have your first victims. Legoshi and Haru.

You basically just asked of how are they doing, what's make their hobbies interesting and mostly what are they passionate about.

"for some reason, I studied Rabbit Ecology to be wary of Haru." Legoshi said to you.

He talks more about how he can manage his both time and being part of the drama club.

Time goes by, almost everyone in the class you interviewed using Melon's phone until the battery runs out. Ohno.

"[Name]! Give me back my phone!" Melon demanded, it seems he have finished.

"Everyone attention here, I'll be now teaching the Societal Hypocrisy." Melon said to them seriously still maintaining his eyes squinted to not draw any attention of him being a hybrid.

"After this lesson, you guys going to have a short quiz and blame it on [Name]." Melon huffs and started the lesson.

Few animals glaring unto your way but that's just them being immature. You sighed and gave up his phone and just listen your way to the lesson.

"[Name], sit right in front."

5:55 pm

Everyonelse left the classroom now with a sour mood and so you do. After his yappity yap of lecturing you of not touching his phone ever again, though Melon is still on the faculty.

Swiping at whatever shit you did to his phone, it amused him but at the same time just realized how you're actually putting others to danger unintentionally. A dark thoughts of which student will be a good dinner either for him or the black market after those interviews you've hosted.

He worked on uploading it on Beast G-Drive to save those videos and photos to treassure — which made him smiled and sighs to himself of a long day with new memories.

[altruistichellhound]

Riz, melon and bill x m!reader hcs?

Beastars x m!reader

Riz

He didn’t really understand his feelings at first. Whilst he had no problem being attracted to a guy he couldn’t really tell is it was romantic or platonic. Either way he knew he wanted, more or less needed to be around him.

When he finally figured it out it was romantic attraction he ends up confessing to you. At first he was very nervous that you would reject him, he wasn’t even sure if you liked men! The second you told him you felt the same way he was over the moon.

Riz doesn’t mind PDA but is not particularly very showy. Holding hands is mostly how far it goes, an occasional peck on the cheek.

Your relationship is very public in the sense that people know you are together and you are introduced as his boyfriend. If you are an herbivore he is a little less enthusiastic about sharing however it won’t stop him.

VERY protective. He is definitely more submissive in public settings but in private his dominance comes out. Can be on the controlling side but if you communicate he is more than likely going to listen to what you have to say.

He loves making things with you, small crafts, baking, cooking, creative dates. He’s very sentimental and likes having these little keepsakes!

Good luck sleeping he takes up the whole bed. He chuffs in his sleep but it really is soothing.

Melon

This may or may not make sense but Melon doesn’t have a concept of gender really. He doesn’t consider himself gay, bi, or straight. He considers the world as prey and predator. Thus when he ended up falling in love with a man it was not a big deal.

He’s a little crazy (a lot crazy) so you better hope no one is rude about you too in public. The only thing that he’s sane about is you. This means if he needs to defend you against whatever he deems offensive or disrespectful he will do it with blood spilt.

Sometimes he’s hard to handle. He very much sees the world as his own and his ideas are the right ones. It ends up with arguments that are never solved because he is never wrong. Though he always feels bad afterwards and ends up offering you whatever you want.

He is loud and proud about you, but keeps you away from his criminal life. No one there knows about you for your safety.

He has a matching tattoo with you.

Bill

Denial to the max at first. ESPECIALLY if you’re an herbivore. Tries his best to stay away but constantly runs into you by “accident”.

When you too do end up together at first he wants to keep it quiet. Not that he’s ashamed of you but he is honestly concerned with how people will see him.

You too end up having a conversation and he realizes you are too important not to share with those closest to him.

Literally no one cared. Bill kind of felt embarrassed of this actually. He really built up such a fuss for nothing…

Favorite thing to do with you is eat. He is a big guy and needs lots of food to sustain himself but he always makes sure you eat first. What you don’t eat he’ll finish but he asks you a million times if you’re gonna finish it.

So proud to have you as his boyfriend. He blushed whenever he tells people about you, or when he thinks about how you met. Blushes even harder when dreaming about your future.

PDA is a must have for him, his confidence when out in public with you is unmatched. He needs people to know that you too are together! Hand holding, small kisses, arm always around you.

He can be a little self absorbed but at the end of the day it’s all about you.

[goth-vampires-blog]

Meeting each other again

Just a little one-short with Kitsune reader and Melon, when they meet each other again, that is related to this story of mine (it's just an alternative universe)

In this one-short, melon can taste blood because yn is not technically an animal. None is she human.

Fandom: Beastars.

Character pairing with: Melon

Warning: kidnapped, biting, knife using, kissing, it Melon.

3RD POV:

Finally, out of the academy (first name) was now in a university with her friend haru, sitting a bit far away from her dear rabbit friend, doing a little sketch of a butterfly. 'It's seems like haru is getting along well...' Thought (First Name) as she glanced out the window.

Until a familiar sent appeared outside the classroom, something that the Kitsune didn't smell in a long time.

"Good morning, class. I am Melon, your professional of today study." The gazelle introduced himself as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

His eyes screened the students before locking them with (your eyes colour) that hide a glimpse of happiness.

The kitsune watch as someone she thought would not appear again, but for some reason, she has a feeling about him. "Miss (last name) please pay attention to the lesson." Melon said, snapping the kitsune out of her daydream.

With a short "Yes Sensei" (First Name), pay attention to the lesson, but her mind was slowly drifting off.

----

At the end of the lesson, students started to pack away their works in their bags, leaving the class as fast as they can.

Going to a party or to study on the lesson, haru walked to the nine tails girl who was just blankly staring off in a daze. "(Nick name) time to get out of your daydream, class just finished." Haru state tapping onto her friend shoulder that snapped out of it staring at haru with an embarrassed look.

Haru laughed it off as she stated that it was okay to be embarrassed for staring out of space. The two friends walked out of the class together, the kitsune being slightly bigger than the dwarf rabbit walking in front of haru holding onto her hand, making sure no one bumped into them.

But not all animals have great senses (first name) who were busy talking to the dwarf rabbit, didn't realise the figure that standing in front of them.

"Oh, and haru, did you hear -"

"(First Name) watch out for Sensei!"

The kitsune collided into the gazelle, making (first name) hit her head against their teacher chest letting out a quick yap.

"Ah, you better watch where you going miss (last name), or you're going to get hurt." Melon said with a childish, as he watched haru putting her hand onto the kneeling hybrid shoulder rubbing it. "Yea, Sensei... Ah shit am bleeding." (First Name) said out of pity as she watched blood drip from her nose and onto her t-shirt before holding onto it with a peace of tissues that was handed to her by haru.

Melon watched as the kitsune wiped the blood of her nose before disposing it in a lit up flame that appeared on her hand. 'Just as I imagine, kitsune really are interesting species I can't wait until I get a taste out of her.. hmm,' Melon thought as he watched the pair walk away, not until apologising to him.

----

"Are you sure? (First Name) You were bleeding, really bad. What if something happened to you?" Haru asked as she watched her friend next to the door. The kitsune was about to leave while it was late at night. "But haru! I want to eat blueberries and we don't have them here!" (first name) answer truly, the kitsune somehow got addiction to the berries since when they were at the academy and now she wouldn't stop eating them.

Haru, who couldn't really do anything because her dear friend, well, tried and succeeded in escaping the university without her know.

Finally giving up, haru agreed to let (first name) go (first name) that was clearly happy because the way her nine tails wag.

"Thanks, haru! I will be sure to bring something for you while I am out." The kitsune stated, swinging the door open before slaming it shut.

----

With Melon

Melon watched as the kitsune ran out of the building with a hoodie that was hiding her face, making her way to the car park aera.

He started to walk to the kitsune that had no clue someone was walking behind her, finally making it to the car that was a red sedan. Now, the kitsune frozen when they saw their gazelle professor behind them in the window.

Swinging an arm out trying to hit the gazelle, who caught it, making the kitsune eyes widen out of fear when her arm was put in an armlock. "Now now... is that really how you great an old friend? Oh, how you sadden me blueberry." Melon said as he leaned in a lot closer to scared fox.

"It's really makes me sad when you left me behind like that... but now it got me thinking, what if I kidnapped you making it look like you were taken by force and keep you locked away, hmm?" Melon said, pushing (first name) into the driver side door more digging his claws into the fox arm, drawing blood out.

Melon then took something out of his pocket that made (first name) thrush against the gazelle hybrid hold, feeling something sharp jab into her neck. 'What the fuck, did this crazy bastard put in that needle and why does it make me feel sleeply...' (First name) thought was soon cut off, as she slum against the car door completely out.

The gazelle hybrid watches as the fox falls asleep after giving her anaesthetic, she was out like a light. He then grabbed the key that was inside her bag, opening the car backsit, pushing the kitsune in that it seemed to be in a peaceful sleep.

Before walking to the driver door and sitting in and driving out of the parking lock.

'Those stupid lions better got her room ready.'

----

At the black market.

"Do we have every think that the crazy- I mean boss need?" A lion named Mīgeru asked, putting the final thing that their boss told them, the eleven lions all flinch once a car that sounds it pulling in.

Making them all look outside the window to see a red sedan parked at the entrance, seeing the driver side door opening their face now pale.

As they race down the hallway, then to the stairs case before making it to the first floor, all line up on each side. Facing one another.

The door opened as the crazy gazelle hybrid walked in, making them all flinch, but what's makes them more scared was the kitsune that's was being carried completely out of it.

"Greetings, boys! Is the room ready?" Melon asked, walking past each one of them, waiting for an answer. "Ah! Yes, boss, the room is ready for Miss (last name)." Answered Dolph, watching as Melon walks past them before heading off to the room.

"Wait (First Name)? Isn't that a friend of Louis?"

"Yea.. how the hell does she know our boss."

----

(Your eyes colour) snapped open (first name), looking around the strange dark room that had the smell of lions and melon...

Hearing the door opening before being slammed shut, making the kitsune jump. trying to move out of bed only to realise the chain that was wrapped about her right foot. "Oh?... already trying to leave? But you just got here blueberry."

"Mel... you crazy bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing!" Growed out (first name) as she eyed the gazelle hybrid that continued walking to her while smiling, only now she realised the knife in his hand. "(First Name)... (First Name) The only reason I kidnapped you was for you and I to become friends again or even more."

The kitsune watched as the gazelle got a lot closer to her and leaned only an inch away from her neck, taking his time to smell her sweet scent.

Before (first name) new it, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, making her let out a painful scream. 'This asshole! Get your God damn teeth out of my neck!?' Thought (First Name) as she put all her strength into pulling Melon off her, only for him to tighten his grip on her as he pushed her into the bed more.

Melon let go of (first name) neck, licking the blood off his mouth before grinning ear to ear. "Just as I thought, your blood can be taste... I don't think you will be going anytime soon, dear." Melon spoke, his claws still digging into (first name) arms.

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you blueberry... you're not a nine tails anymore, haha. Whoops." Melon said, making the kitsune glance down in confusion only to see her tails, but three was missing. "What have you done?...." (First Name) whispered her ears, dropping down more as tears creep up into her eyes.

Melon only grinned like a mad man before saying "Your a rare case. Anyone would be wanting a kitsune tails, dear" before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the room to do other business.

Not long a Congo lion named Agata appeared approaching the now terrified fox who bear her teeth at him, making Agata step back a little before saying that Melon asked or like command him to go and treat her bite mark.

"Um.. can I ask how you know our boss?"

"That bastard was a friend when I was young."

----

Melon, that crazy bastard took three of her tails -

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Devour Me

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Professor Melon (BEASTARS) x College | University Student/Gazelle Reader

‼️ RATING:

Explicit

‼️ TAGS/TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive Reader, Vore, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Vore as a Metaphor for Love, Blood and Injury, Blood Licking, Obsession, Explicit Language, Delusions, Delusional Reader, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Reader-Insert, Gender-neutral Reader, You Have Been Warned, College | University Student Reader, Professor Melon (BEASTARS), Haru (BEASTARS) Bashing, Reader Hates Haru (BEASTARS)

‼️ ADDITIONAL WARNING/NOTE: the tags make this look worse than it is lol however, i wanted to cover my bases to be safe. essentially, this is an obsessive reader who asks melon to eat them and he does. if this is not something you would like to read, please, DO NOT READ any further. thank you.

SUMMARY:

It’s selfish, so very selfish. How it is fair that he directed his attention to her—an ugly white dwarf rabbit—when he could have you—a beautiful gazelle!

You and him are meant to be!

@kurapikaka

It’s selfish, so very selfish. How is it fair that he directed his attention to her—an ugly white dwarf rabbit—when he could have you—a beautiful gazelle!

You and him are meant to be!

Maybe the bitch blinded him with her promiscuous rabbit ways!

Yes!

Yes, that has to be it.

There is no other answer!

Because why on God’s green earth would Melon, a gazelle, go after a rabbit! It’s obscene.

Idiotic.

Complete and utter bullshit.

He needs to be reminded, yes, only reminded about what he could have; what he’s missing out on!

If only he would look your way. Ugh! You have done everything and anything to have him look your way in class but to no avail. His eyes would simply glance over you as if you were a mere fly on the wall.

No more! No more of being ignored, neglected, unwanted…unloved. You’re going to take destiny into your own hands.

Melon will be yours.

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.

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Fuck that white dwarf rabbit. Fuck her—FUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCKHERFUCK—

STOP!

You freeze, a natural full body lockdown due to your nature. You need to breathe, you have to breathe, but you can’t.

You can’t.

Can’t breathe.

Breathe!

With a full body shudder your fist slams into a mirror. You feel yourself come back to yourself.

You’re in the restroom, and you can’t remember how you got there. There’s a stinging sensation from your right hand, and there’s a large cut slashed diagonally across your knuckles.

You breathe.

You focus on the pain, and how you can feel the blood seeping from the cut and drip onto the white-tiled floor. It comes back to you by bits and pieces as you stare into the shattered remains of the mirror before you.

Your own reflection is distorted. Your snout is elongated and when you open your mouth it looks like you have fangs.

Who is that?

You breathe.

Melon. Yes, yes, you were going to confront him—no, discuss why he insists upon ignoring you for that rabbit. You don’t even know her name because why should you. She’s no one compared to you.

Haru, what does she have that you don’t?

Yes! Melon and that rabbit were together in an empty hallway. He had been kneeling down to her with their pinkies interlock. Why were their pinkies interlocked?

The reflection seems to become more monstrous, more predator-like.

He’s going to eat her in a month. You begin laughing historically, smacking the rim of the sink as the laughter racks your body. How novel! A gazelle eating a rabbit!

It must be a joke, a prank! They caught you peaking around the corner and wanted to make you a fool, but they’re the fools! You see right through them and their silly little play.

You stop laughing.

Your hand stings, blood’s dripping and dripping and dripping.

In one blink to the next your outside Melon’s class. The door slides open and you enter with your hands clasped together as you take slow, measured steps to his desk.

“Bum bum badum,” you hum—it’s the tune for a wedding march.

Melon pauses, pen held over papers, “Can I help you?” He glances at you, and you have a full body shiver. He’s never looked at you this long before!

You walk up to him and press a bloody finger upon his pristine, white mask, “You can help me! Only you!” Disregarding personal space, you wiggle yourself onto his lap. You bracket him within your arms, looming over him. “Eat me,” you say.

His blinks. “Excuse me.”

You caress the loop of his mask, teasing it down. Your blood stains his fur.

“I heard your little promise with that rabbit,” the word rabbit rolls off your tongue like it’s poison. “Eat me,” you insist, “I would taste much better! Why go for a measly rabbit when you could have a gazelle. A fellow gazelle!”

You rock forward trying to entice another sort of attention from him.

Big, strong hands stop you; his hands grip your waist and you feel pinpricks stabbing into your sides.

Why are his nails so sharp?

Melon hums, “You want to be eaten?” He digs into the meat of your thighs and, suddenly, you’re facing the ceiling. Now, he looms over you.

You’re trapped.

“Poor thing wants my attention so bad you’ve decided that being devoured is the only way,” he coos. He grabs your injured hand, raptly watches as your blood drips down and lands upon the papers below. “Poor thing,” he says again.

“Please,” you beg. This is everything you’ve always wanted and more. He’s watching you, looking at you! You have all his attention and then some, oh how happy you are. “Eat me, not her!”

He appraises you before leaving you bereft of him. It’s cold. Why is it so cold without him?

You hear the sliding and locking of the door.

Warmth spreads through you because he’s back. Melon’s back and he envelops you with he entire being.

“I suppose I am my mother’s son.”

This confuses you because what does his mother have to do with this? Has she too eaten a gazelle?

“I want you to remember that you asked for this,” he declares, pushing his mask down.

Down it goes and you can’t wait to see his full face. You know it’ll be beautiful, so very beautiful.

Teeth.

Large, sharp teeth greet you.

The hand not being gripped by Melon’s explores those sharp, predator-like teeth.

“How,” you breathe. He’s a gazelle!

He nips the meat of your palm, “I’m a hybrid, the disgusting creation of a gazelle and a leopard.” Melon takes your bloody hand and licks it, smacking his lips after each lick.

He’s tasting you.

“You’re beautiful.”

Melon pauses before he smiles—his teeth are bared and his eyes are closed, a lure.

It works.

Something comes over you. Maybe it’s your instincts, deep ingrained within you knowing death is near because you go lax. Your head lolls on his desk which bares your neck.

Calm.

You feel calm. You’re going to die by being eaten alive, and you’re calm.

At least he’s eating you and not her. He’s eating you, so obviously he wants you and not her. He chose to wait until next month for her, but he’s eating you now.

(Is this what devotion is? You, a mere worshiper, prostrating yourself in front of your god, Melon, hoping for salvation.)

He loves you. (A benevolent god.)

“Thank you for the meal,” you hear before a sharp, searing pain erupts from your neck.

He’s eating you, tasting you. He’s tasting the love and devotion you have for him.

He loves you.

You love him; your blood is going to be inside him, you’ll always be apart of him now. Forever.

You’re fading fast and the last thing you see is Melon looking at you with your blood covering him from his snout down to his shirt. You did that, not her.

But—you reach for him. He doesn’t look happy. Melon’s frowning at you.

NONONONONONONONONONONONO—YOULOVEMEDON’TLOOKATMELIKETHATMELONPLEASEILOVE—

“Bland.”

(A cruel god.)

[couldyouspeakmyname]

melon cuddle headcanons? alternatively melon x male reader headcanons? thanks in advance!!

MelonxMale!Reader Cuddle Headcanons

Melon isn't naturally cuddly. He's more of the sort that sits adjacent of you and thinks that's good enough

However, once he does relax enough to start cuddling with you...prepare to never sit alone again

He's obnoxious

He will always want to be the small spoon and will drape his whole body over you

He's thin and gangly, and does get cold in colder months, so having you around is very advantageous

He gets so used to being close to you, that when you're out in public it's difficult for him to not lean on you. Half the time he may not even care about societal expectations and just snuggle close to you anyway

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Maybe hcs of Melon having a s/o who’s sassy but caring at the same time pls? 👉👈

Melon x Reader

Melon rarely finds someone who could match his wit and commentary, he both appreciates it and finds it annoying

Even if he finds it annoying, he doesn't want you to stop. He finds you interesting, and appreciates your sass, just not directed at him

You should, however, direct it at him. He really needs someone to knock him down a few pegs

Rex help anyone who becomes the target of both of you. Between you and Melon, you could verbally eviscerate someone

Melon does tend to say things randomly and dump his trauma on you, the fact you can easily re-direct it is something he appreciates.

You're his favorite person to talk to, and he finds himself seeking you out. He gets very comfortable with you.