I’m sorry y’all but I love my narcissistic sociopath Melon 😜
NSFW HEADCANONS OF MELON 🔞 PT.1
A/N: Obviously we know that he has no libido BUT, some asexuals will still engage in sexual activities just to please their partner/s
Enjoys watching you take a shower (literally will pull up a seat and watch as you clean yourself up, something about your naked body all soapy and wet allures him…and of course you take that opportunity to tease him "sexually" for your own gratification.
Will tie you up rope bunny style and torture you with a vibrator until you’re begging for mercy, enjoys watching you squirm and whine while in his capture.
He noticed whenever you two would converse you’d occasionally stare at his hands, so out of curiosity one night he randomly sent you a picture of his hand covered in blood with the following message "fucking pervert, you like this don’t you?"
Likes choking you while he finger fucks your pussy
"I can’t even get my dick hard but yet you still yearn for me..how cute"
Leaves bite marks all over your body (you call them love bites 🥰)
He’s really into impact, gun & needle play. He knows he can’t physically bring himself to kill you ( you’re his longtime source of entertainment) so this is something that can satisfy his sadistic tendencies towards you.
The only time he can truly manipulate you is sexually, he sees how desperately horny you can get and will use that against you "aw look at you, so fucking wet and i didn’t even touch you yet…you truly are a slut huh?"
Has a collection of polaroids of your naked body in lewd positions he puts you in.
He'll purposely ragebait you just to hear you degrade him, it gets him excited (you fall for it every time)
He just loves playing with his food (you)
You let him eat you out on your period when you feel he deserved it.
Whenever you’re too busy for him he’ll carve your name somewhere on his body to calm his cravings for you
Hates to admit it but he enjoys when you trace his tattoos with your fingers.
Big spoon
He’s a switch (makes it way more entertaining when you’re dominant as well)
He can sometimes take things seriously a bit too far so if you’re in discomfort while engaging physically with him..as much as an asshole he is he'll stop when you ask him to (only for you..)
Hates when you interact with other men, literally had to stop him from killing one of them 💀 literally never asked you to be his partner but best believe you belong to him and him only….
I’ll be doing a separate post for the shishigumi. Let me know if you want anyone added to this.
I made this as non specific and gender neutral as I could. I wanted everyone to read this and imagine themselves as whatever person/animal you see yourself as.
Legoshi
Legoshi cannot control his tail around you. Smile at him? furious wagging. Laugh in the sweetest of ways? furious wagging. Kiss him? He’s taken off like a helicopter with how fast his tail is going.
Absolutely loves being close to you! Cannot get enough of your scent, breathes it in more than the air around him.
Territorial of you, anyone looks at you and he’s pissed. Not that you can tell, or anyone else really. Isn’t outright jealous/confrontational unless you are out right disrespected. Absolutely not afraid of getting in fights for you.
When Legoshi is comfortable he will go on and on about his interests. He is so incredibly smart, especially when it comes to bugs. At this point you’re pretty much an entomologists.
Teaches you about the way of the sea and some of the seas language. (You’ll probably be pronouncing it wrong the same as him..)
At the beginning of your relationship he found it hard to communicate his feelings, now he fully able to express his wants and needs. It works very well for the both of you as he is an incredible listener.
Very oblivious…
Loves taking you on dates, especially private ones like picnics and star gazing.
You>Anything else
Louie
If you don’t come from a deer family of high value you’ll be his secret.
He might not show it with words but lord does this man love you.
Endless, and I really mean endless gifts. You offhandedly mention something you like? Oh what’s this, he bought it for you! He’s out and he sees something that reminds him of you, bought it. “Oh that’s cute!” Boom he bought it.
Secretly likes it when you give him massages. Poor man is so stressed out he needs that extra care. He wants a quiet life with you. One where he can be the beastar but come home to your little cozy home where it’s soft and quiet.
Knows you guys simply cannot exist together but pretends like it’s not reality…
Openly jealous, “I don’t like him”. Tells you when he thinks someone has bad intentions. Tries his best to protect you but sometimes it’s slightly misguided.
Acts like he needs to be the dominant one in the relationship but really likes it when you take control.
A balance of all out luxury dinners and simple little cafes you two like to frequent.
If it comes to it he would give up everything, including his relationship with his father; for you.
Gohin
Works out in front of you totally not on purpose. Flexes his muscles when you just happen to be looking at him.
Gohin is such a tease! Doesn’t matter what it is he’ll make fun of you for it. If you don’t like it he’ll tell you it was just a joke but he takes it very seriously and makes sure not to tease you like that again.
Tries his best to keep you away from his work. If you want to help he will tell you no until you persist so much he caves. While he loves you he cares about your safety more, so much training. He will run you until you colapse; he would never forgive himself if something happened to you.
Tea after training/work. He enjoys making you two a drink then sitting and talking about your day between sips.
Even if it doesn’t feel like it I promise you he listens. If he is busy or stressed he will respond with simple, hmm and mhms. However, he heard every word and won’t forget what you’ve told him.
At first he’s an awkward kisser, but he’s a quick learner and you’ve never had a better kisser in your life.
You remain the light of his life.
Bill
Childish. Not necessarily a bad thing but sometimes you want to beat him with a stick.
PDA to the max, you’re his and he’s yours. Why shouldn’t the people know? Hold his hand and steal quick kisses please.
Not the best at planning things but he’ll try his best. His goal is to make you happy and have something that will last.
Doesn’t really think about a serious future that much. Not that he doesn’t want to be with you, just that he hasn’t planned ahead enough to really put thought into marriage and a possible family.
This man makes you late to almost everything. Unless it’s the club, he is not on time.
You basically aren’t ever not laughing. He loves to see you smile and squirm around while you laugh so hard your stomach starts to hurt. Surprisingly his jokes are actually funny and land quite well.
All his friends know you very well, all he does is brag about how amazing and hot you are.
Jack
The sweetest man to have ever existed.
Had a crush on you for thee longest time before he either got the courage to talk to you or you finally went up to him.
Wants you to be happy, in his mind he can never do enough for you. He doesn’t want you to be happy, he needs it. If you are sad or angry he tries his darnedest to make cheer you up in a way that suits you the best. Listening, taking you out, leaving you alone, really whatever you need he will give.
Snores. Not loud though, sweet little snores and huffs throughout the night. At this point you can’t sleep without hearing him.
Always smells weirdly good. Like it’s unnatural how he always smells the same and it’s never bad. He could sprint three miles and still smell insanely good. When asked about it he just shrugs.
Constantly blushing! He can’t help it around you, doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together.
Collot
You trim his bangs. He lets you but in all honestly doesn’t trust you after you cut them way too short last time. He won’t tell you that though.
Suspiciously calm, makes him a good listener but sometimes it’s frustrating when he doesn’t get mad with you.
Speaking of anger he hasn’t really gotten mad with you. Maybe a few spats here and there but he has never once raised his voice at you.
Worst sleeper in the world! Moved, kicks, loud sleeper, talks. How did he kick you in the face? You don’t know and neither does he. Scares the crap out of you, “He’s coming.” You proceed to violently shake him until he wakes up and reassures you back to sleep.
Really likes playing video games with you or just doing things quietly next to each other.
Riz
Tries his very best to control himself around you after what happened. Really doesn’t matter to him what species you are he’s constantly afraid of hurting you. Cannot let go of you even if he’s afraid.
You on the other hand aren’t afraid of him. He told you what happened and you understood him. He would never hurt you, or so you think.
Protective as hell. Does not matter who it is no one will ever get to you.
Practically worships you. Would kiss the ground you walk on if he could. Lives to serve you, you want something it’s already been done.
Constant cuddles, he always wants to be the big spoon unless he’s sad. Being around you makes him feel powerful knowing in that moment you are untouchable. When you hold him he feels vulnerable, he hasn’t decided if he’s okay with that feeling yet but he knows that it feels good to be the one being protected for once.
Really likes cooking with you and for you.
Pina
Best way to describe him is annoying, but in the best way possible.
Can, and will, talk your ears off. Constantly yapping about something and expects you to listen. He’s offended if you ask him to give you even a second of silence.
Really loves it when you touch his horns.
Best lashes in the room, better than you and he will constantly brag about this. He tells you he’s joking (he’s not).
He’s just a little bit of a freak, “Eat me.” Doesn’t matter if you’re a carnivore or not. “What the hell Pina?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious…
He knows absolutely everything about you. Some things you didn’t even know about yourself! Not only does he know you but he knows everyone else. Tells you all the best gossip and keeps you up to date with rumors even if you don’t care.
Definitely needs someone to keep up with him.
Melon
Crazy but that’s okay!
Would kill someone if you asked him to. Neighbor pissed you off? Gone. Boss is being a dick? Gone. You tend to abuse this fact.
Okay he does not know how to express his love for you. He’s not even sure if what he’s feeling his love. He knows he oddly doesn’t want to hurt you but is that love? Who knows he’s just going with it.
This relationship is pretty much the definition of playing with fire.
You get to see such a different side to him, quiet and maybe even a little soft. Sad maybe? Is it an act? You don’t know but you’ve decided it’s okay not knowing you. Even when you have that nagging feeling that you should care.
Potentially likes you so much because you are very similar to him.
Won’t ever tell you or anyone this but he likes it when you hold him. He also enjoys that you aren’t afraid of his fangs. Will bite you if you let him.
Would both love and hate you even more if you were a hybrid.
Gosha
Biggest softy with you. Would do absolutely anything for you, to him, you are nothing less than the universe.
Thinks you are the most wonderful thing to have ever graced this world. He loves to show you it too. Random gifts, always brings you fresh flowers before your last ones die.
Evening walks are the best with him. As the sun turns the clouds orange and pink he’ll tell you about his adventures as a youth and his previous dreams of becoming the beastar.
The best support you’ll ever have. He whole heartedly believes that you can do anything you set your heart to. Encouraging your passions and making sure whatever you need to meet your goals is there for you to use.
You’ve never felt so safe than right by his side, and rightfully so. No one would even think to mess with you with him around.
Everyone knows you too are together, he’s made sure of that the way he runs around bragging about you.
Yahya
Tries his best to keep you and work separate. This is not only for your safety for also for him. He never expected or wanted a relationship because of his goals but when he saw you he just couldn’t let you go.
Manages balancing you and protecting the world pretty well. Though, he is in fact just a man like everyone else.
Missed dinners often which turns into arguments which ends in mutual apologies and making up.
He is so tired. Needs you to rub his shoulders and lightly scratch his back.
Can’t really sleep but if you tell him stories or hum softly while playing with his mane he knocks right out.
Keeps you out of the public eye because he knows that if he didn’t you’d have a target on your back. Constant security watching you from afar.
Makes sure to provide a good life for you first and foremost, but also is very focused on changing the world. It is a relationship based on understanding on both ends. Compromises have been made.
You are the closest thing to his heart and constantly on his mind.
Imagine being the human that Melon keeps a secret:
[01] [02]
When Melon tells Legoshi that no other animal had ever hugged him it was the truth because the only person who hugged him was you, a human girl.
Humans are rare in the world with there only being rumors of them being around since they were believed to be extinct.
Although, like hybrids, humans were frowned upon in society (outcasts that didn’t belong in the animal kingdom).
So, to find a human in the back-alley market was one of the rarest sightings for anyone.
It was for a 16 year old Melon who was wandering the streets of the back alley market looking for more than eggs and kale to taste his palate.
He had traveled there weekly to test a different type of meat yet it all still tasted like sand to him.
A shady merchant one night led him to a warehouse for canine flesh.
The original plan was to steal from the fool but as Melon was given a tour of the area, the shady merchant got too cocky with his collection:
Merchant: “Now, you should feel special, kid. I don’t show this to anyone, but I can tell you’re a valuable customer.”
*Melon rolled his eyes internally ready to kill this Baboon, yet he was curious of what was to be revealed to him. He’s lead to a large cage concealed by a red curtain. Melon thought maybe the creature inside was large but to his surprise it held a human girl no older than 13. She was dressed in rags yet her skin was fed and her hair was brushed.*
Melon: “A human?”
Merchant: “Mmhmm. A rarity in this world and a hated one too. It gives one more pleasure to eat that way.”
Melon: “So, you keep her appear clean yet keep her in the tiniest of rags to show how much skin she’s worth.”
Merchant: “Precisely! See you are a worthy customer to be showing.” *the baboon bounces with excitement.* “Would you like to make a deal?”
*The merchant hands a list of prices for parts and whole for the human. They were expensive but manageable for the richest customers. However, it wasn’t a shocker that she was still in one piece. Human meat was rumored to be toxic but that was just a myth that still made some hesitant. Looking up, Melon found the girl had curled herself in the corner with her back facing them. Since the rags were so short, purple bruises peeked from under. Melon’s frown deepened and his eyes narrowed on the sweating primate.*
Merchant: “I’m sorry, sir. She’s such a clumsy thing but that just means her flesh is even more tender when eaten! HA. HA. Ha. Ha…ha.” *He was sweating even more under Melon’s intimidating gaze.* “Look! I’ll give you a discount! 15%? No! 30% off-“ *BANG*
Melon: “How about a 100% off.” *Melon licks the droplets of blood on his cheek, trying to post coolly but cringes in failure.* “Dammit, that just sounds lame.” *He shakes his head in shame and turns back to the cage, only to jump back at your closeness. Your (e/c) eyes staring into him like little daggers.* “Christ, I need to get you a bell or something.”
Melon stood there with his hands on his hips because he was now stuck with a choice: leave you here to likely die or take you home with him.
Then again you were the last human and it would give him leverage at some point in life by having you as a bargaining chip.
For opportunistic reasons, he decided to take the keys off the dead baboon and unlock your chains with a gun pressed to your head: “You even think of doing something stupid like trying to run. I'll shoot you down like your old owner, got it Homo-sapien.”
He took your silence as acceptance to your new fate as he took his jacket off to cover your head to hide your appearance as he bagged the baboon flesh he would be testing out later.
As you walked you took in all the lights and sights around you (even if it was the ghettos it was still beautiful in your eyes because it was the outside world that you had not seen since you were very young.
Melon watched the various emotions color your empty features and those it warmed his heart a little, it irritated him on how slow you were walking:
*He tsked before lifting you off your bare feet. You yelp in surprise and cling to him with your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he holds you on his hip like a child.*
Melon: “You’re wasting my time. I’m trying to get home before the sun rises. People will question the bloody bag and human on my hip if seen.” *He ignores the weird feeling that runs up his spine at how you nuzzle into his neck.* “What are you doing?”
Y/N: “Your fur is soft.” *Melon almost drops you at the sound of your voice that tingles his gazelle ears.*
Melon: “Humans are so fucking weird…”
You were strange to Melon and the feelings you brought out in him were even stranger (only pain had brought this side out in him so what made you so special?)
Once in his studio apartment, you expected him to chain you to the wall but instead he sent you to bath and change into his clothes.
He needed you marinated in his scent to conceal your own scent similar to sweet vanilla.
“Turn around and lift up your shirt.” He thought he would get a blush from you but instead you obeyed like the good little girl you were. You wince at the weight of his sharp fingers pressing into the bruised skin of back as they glide around to your sides. “Your ribs are almost broken. Are you really clumsy or that baboon enjoyed selling damaged goods?”
“He thought they would be hidden under my rags but he never changed their size since he took me. They were too small to hide the bruises.”
“Dumbass didn’t know that you don’t brand the meat you sell.” Melon scoffs at the ‘HS’ on the back of your neck. “I’ll make you worth something. Hopefully, sell you to the highest bidder to get you out of my hair.”
“Okay.” You agree simply which irked Melon.
“Okay? That’s all? No fight? God, are all humans as meek as you?”
“No, I just know I’m going to die eventually so there is no point in rejecting the fate of it.”
You were totally the weirdest creature to Melon as he screams into his hands in exhaustion. He can’t believe his impulsive decision has him suck with his human girl. He peeks through his fingers, watching you trying to button your (his) night shirt only to miss a few buttons.
“Don’t you know how to do anything?” Melon sighs, unbuttoning the shirt to do it properly for you.
Finally you blush before staring down at your hand in embarrassment, “No.”
The hybrid groans at the honest answer because you were going to be a lot more work than he anticipated….
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.
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The dimly lit room hummed with tension. Melon sat casually at the head of the table, his mismatched eyes glinting as he listened to the lions argue amongst themselves. They were bickering over territory disputes—boring, predictable, and ultimately beneath him.
His sharp smile flickered as he leaned back, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. He was the picture of calm, but his mind was elsewhere, as it often was these days.
The lions’ voices quieted when a soft knock echoed against the heavy oak door.
It was hesitant, barely audible. Melon’s ears twitched.
“Enter,” he said coolly, his eyes narrowing.
The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, timidly clutching the edges of your sweater. You barely raised your eyes, scanning the intimidating figures of the lions before settling on Melon.
He arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “This is… unexpected.”
You hesitated in the doorway, shrinking under the weight of so many stares. For a moment, you almost turned back. But then Melon’s gaze caught yours—sharp, curious, but not unkind. It was enough to give you courage.
“I-I…” you started, your voice soft as a whisper. “I’m sorry. I… I wanted to see you.”
The lions exchanged incredulous glances, a few growling under their breath.
Melon’s smile widened, sharp and amused. “Gentlemen, it seems I have a visitor. Don’t let me stop you—continue.”
He waved a hand dismissively, but his gaze remained fixed on you.
As the lions returned to their discussion, you quietly padded across the room, your steps barely audible. When you reached Melon’s side, you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting nervously.
Without looking up, you whispered, “I… I’ll wait by the door if it’s better…”
Melon chuckled, the sound low and oddly warm. “And have you eavesdropping on sensitive matters? No, little one. If you insist on being here, then stay.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him. “Sit.”
Your cheeks flushed, but you obeyed, slipping into the chair and folding your hands in your lap. The lions cast you wary glances, but you kept your head down, avoiding their scrutiny.
Melon, however, kept stealing glances your way. There was something endearing about the way you sat so quietly, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
The meeting dragged on, and though you didn’t say a word, Melon could feel your presence like a warm shadow. When the lions finally filed out, grumbling among themselves, you let out a small breath of relief.
Melon rose from his chair and stretched lazily, his sharp grin firmly in place. “You’ve got a knack for showing up at inconvenient times,” he teased.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “I… I didn’t want to bother you. I just… missed you.”
He tilted his head, his mismatched eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Missed me, did you? And what do you call this, then?” He gestured to the chair you’d been glued to for the entire meeting.
You looked away, your voice barely audible. “I just… feel safe when you’re around.”
For a moment, Melon said nothing. His expression softened, his usual sharpness dulling ever so slightly.
“You’re a peculiar creature,” he murmured, crouching in front of you so his face was level with yours. “Soft-spoken, timid… and yet, you refuse to leave my side. Why?”
You fidgeted, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater. “Because you saved me,” you admitted quietly. “And… you’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like I’m more than just a predator. I don’t want to be alone again.”
Melon studied you in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, with a wry smile, he reached out and flicked your forehead lightly.
“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for clingy little things like you,” he said, his tone playful but not unkind. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
Your eyes widened, and a small, shy smile tugged at your lips. “O-Okay.”
He straightened and offered you his hand, which you took hesitantly. As the two of you left the meeting room, Melon’s grin widened.
For all his sharp edges and fractured morals, he didn’t mind having you around. You were quiet, unassuming, and utterly devoted—an odd contrast to his chaotic life.
And deep down, though he’d never admit it, he liked the way your presence felt. Like a shadow that lingered, warm and unyielding.
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Beastars Incorrect Quotes#68 Rejection the musical
Who was Y/n's first aggravated assault...before Ibuki-Was Melon...whom you found his true nature and decided to put an end to it...PROPERLY...only it backfired
Y/n: This is it, handsome!~ Get ready for the big sleep, the river of no return… the long day’s journey into night, Mwhahah!~
Melon*Seeing you ticken the chains over his body and pull him to see over one of the city's canals bridges in winter, where its flow is more violent and unforgiving, then back at you* Gosh~ Your sweet voice is music to my ears~
Y/n*Blinks and looks at the hybrid* Huh?
Melon*singing as he steps closer to you with the limited mobility and leans in to nuzzle his cheek to yours* Your chains of love now hold me tight Your homosapian beauty makes my heart take flight~
Y/n*singing in an opera-like voice* You will not change my mind one smidge I’m going to drop you screaming off this bridge
Melon: Y/n, you drive me nuts!
Chorus (singing): His love’s so sweet, his love’s so blind
Y/n(singing): Oooo noooo...Hoooow hoooorrriiid…
Chorus (singing): You have to kill him, or he'll change your mind
Y/n(singing): Poor freak~
Chorus (singing): Say farewell, to that horned poor grunge
Y/n (singing): Farewell
Chorus (singing): Cause it's your duty that he
Y/n & Chorus* singing evilly with devil horns as you pull out cement blocks and put them on the edge* Takes the plunge
Before you could finish him...the police caught up to you and you were arrested and the melon set free...not knowing what they left to roam free
Melon(singing)*Holding a picture of you in his hands as he is getting a new tattoo...with your name and face*-My Omnivore miss, you charm my soul You leave me utterly beyond control Call me a goof, but one thing’s clear Your melodious laughter is music to my ears!~
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💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 366 · Beastars Incorrect Quotes#59 Jealousy~ · Ibuki*Leaning on the wall next to the convenience store door, waiting for you*
TBH I changed the lyrics to the Spanish ones...cuz it sounded better those lyrics wise-
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.
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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.'
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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."
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(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."
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Melon, that crazy bastard took three of her tails -
