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dantheserialkillerman · 8 months

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Hiroki Dan X GN!Teacher (one shot)

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader and Age Difference General warning: Medium-length post (1,461 words) TW: Possessiveness/Yandere vibes Characters: Hiroki Dan and You

– There is a theory called The Green World by Northrop Fry. It's actually quite simple. Shakespeare's comedies follow a structure: in spring, the fertility month, the characters transition from the everyday world, faced with societal bondage, to the wild, where everything becomes topsy turvy, back to the ordinary world renewed and unbound. As you skimmed your class, you couldn't help but wonder if the same theory also applied to your life. This moment did feel wild.

– The semester is your first as a teacher at one of Toyko's most highly regarded private high schools, and according to the curious stares from your students, they don't know what to make of you. It sets you on edge. Yet, there is also great excitement as you finally have fulfilled your dream of educating the next generation after years of studying. Is there a word for both terror and elation? Perhaps euphoria? It did once mean to be removed from one's body. However, frisson seems to settle in your mind. Your hair does feel on end.

– One..two...three...breath...one...two...three...breath. You repeat this phrase over and over again as you start your lesson. This subject is your favourite, and not to brag, but you are an expert in this field; the school would have never hired you otherwise, and the parents would have you fired, flayed, and put out front as a warning for everyone else. Even some universities would pale in comparison. These are households of politicians, millionaires, and businessmen. The top of the top and greatness ensures they only produce greatness, or at least the image of it.

– Everything seems to be going well; to your surprise, the kids are actively engaged, yet you cannot help but sense an uneasiness. You feel dissected, like a butterfly being prepped for a display case. When turning around, an intensity makes you pause over a word to prevent a stutter. You swear unseen hands are rushing over your body as if to hold you and say, "Stay still; I deserve to look," for what reason you don't know. It's nerves, you tell yourself, focus on the lesson; you can't mess up the first class.

– But it happens again during the next lesson. Then, the one after that. Again and again until finally, when handing back the first assignment, you meet the cause after class.

– It was Autumn when the weather couldn't decide if it wished to be hot or cold, the leaves turning into a violent swarm of reds and oranges as if the trees were on fire. It had been a long day; you had to send someone to the head office for interrupting class, forgot your lunch, and were stuck grading papers. The only people still here were after-school clubs and occasionally teachers you heard walking in the halls.

– You were so absorbed in your work that you couldn't help but jump when you felt a tap on your shoulder and a soft "Excuse me" in your ear. Looking up in shock, you are surprised to see a man...well, a teenager. Handsome for his age, most likely eighteen and in his final year, with a shock of dark hair and eyes against pale skin, a warm smile breaks the otherwise monochrome facade. An image of Adder Snake flashes in your mind when he tilts his head and beams...it is as if he enjoyed scaring you.

– "Oh, I'm sorry, professor," he places a hand over his heart and straightens, "I merely wanted to get your attention." His eyes are so black that you can see your own startled reflection, and despite being in a more senior position, how small you look compared to this boy. You hate it.

– "It's fine," you look at the clock, "it's past five; shouldn't you be heading home, or is there something I can help you with?" You attempt to clean your desk to make it look moderately presentable. In reality, you wanted to seem busy so you didn't have to look him in the eye again. There was something profoundly unnerving about how he could pin you down with merely a look.

– His hand moves gracefully into his bag and pulls out a piece of paper; you recognize it as the recently returned assignment from your afternoon class. He places it delicately on your desk, atop the other essays you were grading. Pompous little shit, you couldn't help but think. You tilt over and see the grade, a ninety-five, the highest score you gave out recently.

– Picking up the paper, you hold it out for the student to take back, "It was very well-written and researched, particularly the second paragraph. Congratulations..." You quickly glance at the paper, hopefully discreetly, "Hiroki-kun." The name settled in your mouth like honey, sticking to your throat unpleasantly despite how sweet it sounded.

– He leans against the desk, the same plain smile upon his face and a light chuckle escaping his upturned lips. There is an uneasiness in the air, that pressure you felt during the day in increments, dilating in this very moment.

– "Thank you," he moves closer, and you realize the door is closed; who shut it? "But I wanted to ask," Closer, "what could I have done to have gained that extra five percent?"

– "I..." You feel speechless, your face hot from panic, "Well...you could've shortened it, perhaps?" Say anything to get him to leave.

– "That's it?"

– "It was written very well; I wouldn't worry about your grade."

– He takes the paper and folds it absent-mindedly, "I will take it to heart," as if to prove it, he holds the essay to his chest, "You are my favourite teacher here, and any advice you give me is a great help." To your horror, he looks somewhat bashful. Yet, it would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego.

– You clear your throat, "Thank you, but it is getting late-"

– "Let me walk you to your bike." You wonder how he knew you biked to school? "My father is the police superintendent General, and I am also heading out; I don't want someone so..." He looks down to where you are sitting, "vulnerable to walk outside by themselves."

– You weighed the options in your head. Saying no could hurt your reputation; this was the kid of a high-ranking official, and if you pissed off Daddy, you would be fired on the spot. Was it unnerving and inappropriate? Yes. But you couldn't think of a way to worm your way out of this dilemma. It was a true dichotomy.

– "I wouldn't want to burden a young man like yourself...."

– His smile stretched wider, so vast you could count each pearly white tooth. What big teeth you have..." It would be my pleasure."

– Hiroki demanded to carry your briefcase and, while you walked, asked miscellaneous questions about your life. How old are you? Do you live alone? Are you Married? How far do you live from campus? You tried to answer him subtly, attempting to dodge the questions with little skill. You cursed the school for being so big and your pupil for being such a slow walker.

– Ten minutes later, you reach your bike. Or where it should have been. Nothing but the chain was attached to the fence. You look around and quickly conclude that someone has stolen it. Man, I'm a fucking genius, you thought sarcastically, but you had to Act professionally. Act bloody professional. Oh, God, how in the living hell would you get back to your dingy little apartment?

– "People these days," Hiroki shook his head, "my father has been trying to tamper down the rise in petty crime such as this," he slung your case over his shoulder, "but it seems he has a long way to go."

– You pushed your forehead in stress, "It's fine, I'll just take public transport." And it would be awful in that crowded cart filled with annoyed people.

– "Nonsense," He turned and started to walk towards the parking lot; in confusion, you began to follow him, "I own a car, and someone like yourself wouldn't be safe on public transport." He looked over his shoulder, and you felt your stomach sink, "I'll drive you home." Shit.

– "It's fine, really. Plus, you're a student-"

– "My father would never forgive me if I left you in such a state. Alone. Defenceless. I mean," He stopped and turned. Suddenly, you recognized how tall and broad he was as he towered over you. "I could attack you right now, and you would have no way to defend yourself." His left eye twitched softly like he trying to keep a particular thought at bay, and you felt your lungs freeze, "But you're lucky," He chuckled, "I would never harm my favourite teacher." The air seemed to stop momentarily as if the sky held its breath for what he would say next. "I only want to do a good deed," Another laugh, "They make me feel blessed," and softly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek, he tilted his head into your palm, whispering, "Won't you bless me, teacher?"

– You wondered if Northrop Fry had a theory on Shakespearian tragedy. What dark world were you being brought into by those eyes?

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mmorw · 1 year

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ᅳ P★rn Star Uei Naoki !

cw: smut. afab! chr. vaginal. nothing much explicit. mpreg mention. unprotected. blackmail. reader is an asshole without feelings of pity for others. short thirst.

Recording videos harassing people until gaining more what maximum fame? nothing cool; Nao, The Star King deserves a more promising title for his knowledge, how a Twitter account for example ! ♡

Uei Naoki dreams and cries of fame, recognition as long as you see him on the street and ask him for pictures immediatelyᅳ so why not make him a famous porn actor then? you will obligate help him to open a Twitter account for short videos, and one on Pornhub to upload videos of more than 10 minutes where you go out destroying his pussy without any mercy ! ♡

The variety of the videos definitely makes you two gain more followers every day, including those on Naoki's main Twitter account; so many sex positions that openly focus on his gaping pussy oozing cum while your cock successfully knotted up to make him scream as it touches his cervix !

Filming so many days in a row with inadequate protection makes Naoki unable to sleep without having your member knotting his pussy, his tight pink pussy milking you until the 5 minute pass and have to change the position.

At this point, Naoki is sure that even birth control won't stop his chance of getting pregnant; and if he does, he'll have to beg you to delete those beads because he doesn't want his child to somehow find out about it and see it mother's face for the rest of his years with a disgusting look.

An I-Tuber blinded by fame and approval, turned into a simple p★rn star who just wants to give a better example of life to his now future baby.

#dom male reader #dom reader #uei naoki #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #— short thirst.

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skwzks · 11 months

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First Meeting

Hiroki Dan x Female Reader

word counts: 630 words

Indonesian version

You met Hiroki Dan when you went shopping for pottery. You usually go to the nearest shop, but since it was closed, you decided to go to the one in the middle of the city. There's where you meet him.

When your eyes laid on that one figure in the front of the clay shelf, you know he think hard about what kind to pick. The unknown man look very handsome, he also tall and has solid body, his black hair neatly combed, even his side profile looks perfect. Without you noticing, you stared at him more than you a minute.

"Can i help you?" He asked, makes you flinched slightly before turning your gaze the other way and back to him.

"Eh, no no. Sorry." You apologized nervously then walked towards him since he was standing in front of the clay shelf. He nodded once before looking back at the clay in front of him.

As with you, you did the same with the man beside you. You also think before choosing the right clay for you to take home.

"You look like an expert." He said. And again you flinched, making the man chuckle. "And also look like you're easily surprised." He muttered.

You laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, i got scared easily, a little bit. And no, im not an expert." You answered lowly.

"Still, you look like one." He said without looking at ylu. His eyes were focused on the clay shelf.

"Can i ask you a question?"

This is where he fully looked at you. And for the love of God, he looks like a model. You can stare at his face for 69 hours without getting bored.

You nodded slowly, waiting for the question he wanted to ask.

"You see, im still new with pottery. I did already make a couple things. The thing is, it didn't stay for long, it breaks apart. My question is, what is a good kind of clay?" You listen intently then stared at the clay shelf. "It depends on what you want to make."

"Oh, i wanna make a vase for my mushroom. You see, i just found this new mushroom, and I wanna rise it." You smiled a little at his explanation. He looks like a fun guy.

"I recommend earthenware clay. Its good for vases and stuff like that."

The man turned his face to the shelf, and his eyes quickly caught the earthenware clay. He took it, then looked at you and smiled.

"Thank you. I will be buying this." He said as be picked it up. "Your a nice lady. Im Hiroki Dan." He bends his body 30 degrees, making you quickly bend your body too. "Im (name). Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, (name). Now that i got the stuff that i need, im gonna get going." He took a step away from where you were standing.

"Hiroki… Dan." Your voice made him stop on his track. Hiroki turned to look at you and raised both of his eyebrows. "Hm?"

You blinked a few times before finally realized your mouth was calling the man's name. "Ah, im sorry for calling all of a sudden." You scratch the back of your head. "I just wanna say that… uh.. if you wanna know more about uhm.. pottery, you can ask.. me."

"So you are an expert."

"I'm not."

Hiroki laughed again then walked back towards you before taking out his phone. "Type your number here." You swiftly typed your number then handed the phone back to him.

"Well then, I'll see you around, (name)." He smiled.

"Hm. See you around." You smiled back.

That was 2 years ago. Now you got yourself a homicide investigator boyfriend and a new weirdly shaped pottery every 3 days.

2023 © all works belong to skwzks — do not repost or plagiarize my work on any platform

#brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #hiroki dan #hiroki dan x reader

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zoraedits · 9 months

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anaki-kuroshi · 1 year

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This is our resident serial killer guys

#brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #hiroki dan #he's so silly #such a silly little man with a silly little hobby (not pottery)

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ficti0nallyhappy · 1 month

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Homicide Detective Hiroki Dan

Appreciation post —

#Homicide Detective Hiroki Dan #Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan No Kokuhaku #ブルータル殺人警察官の告白 #manga #manga panel #manga recommendation #manhwa recommendation #villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for the villainess #callisto regulus

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crazy-queen-winx · 8 months

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Crazy's Recommended Stuff

Revenge porn manga duo. If law can't get this evil bastards then those serial killers will.

First manga (Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku) features homicide detective and the second (Maria no Danzai) has mother that lost her son due to school bullying.

Triggers: so many omg, def gore, sexual abuse, school bullying as I mentioned, so many brutal murders

Don't read if you're having bad day or can't handle heavy topics.

#crazy's recommendations #tw blood #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #maria no danzai

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cloudsofteeth · 8 months

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I want him to eat me

Practicing and studying his face…

#my art #hiroki dan #brutal manga #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku

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megane-sama · 1 year

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Just finished my regular periodic reread of Brutal cause it updates once a blue moon and I'm too much in love with Dan Hiroki to wait.

Some of my fave panels of him cause he's geniunely so silly-coded and i always enjoy reading him and his silly little crimes.

#he has never ever done anything wrong actually #free pookie he's innocent #this man was assigned silly at birth and i love him #Dan deserves a little bit of murder as a treat actually #such a gr(ed)een flag #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #dan hiroki

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gaiafile2209 · 1 month

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I finally remembered my password! And Another Dan Hiroki Art

#hiroki dan #dan hiroki #confessions of a homicide investigator #brutalmanga #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #my art #brutal manga

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dantheserialkillerman · 2 years

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#offical art #hiroki dan #brutal: confessions of a homicide investigator #brutal manga #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #manga #horror #brutal hiroki dan #brutal: hiroki dan #brutal satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #mangacap

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teecupangel · 9 months

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There's this manga called Brutal: Confession of a homicide investigator and when I finished it all I thought was, "Desmond in MC's place would be pretty funny especially with his bleeds lol" because with the crap Desmond went through, I feel like he should de-stress some of it in.... different ways

The manga is really brutal with some triggering stuff so it's ok if you don't do this

Nonnnnyy, I’ve been waiting for a continuation and hoping that the author gets better since last year TTATT

For those unfamiliar with the manga, Brutal: Confession of a Homicide Investigator or Brutal: Satsujin Keisatsukan no Kokuhaku is kinda like Dexter (the tv show) except the main character is much, much more unhinged, loves the look of despair of his asshole victims and goes all out to making their death karmic and ironic.

Also… he does pottery (badly), his favorite movie is The Exorcist and it’s implied his first love was a man who died before he could kill him XD

It’s super dark and the manga does not shy away from all the gory details and dark themes (when I say the MC’s victims are assholes, it’s an understatement). Seriously, there’s a lot of triggering stuff in this manga that each chapter usually have a warning label. It’s also short with only 19 chapters due to the author’s poor health so… if you wanna try it out, it won’t take too much of your time.

Anyway!

I feel like Desmond wouldn’t do what Dan does to his ‘victims’, mostly because the Brotherhood stresses to respect everyone, even the people they kill. The Hidden Blade is meant to deliver swift deaths, prolonging the death of the target as some sort of punishment would be against that ‘tradition’.

Although, to be fair, if we set this up as Desmond having lost a bit (or most) of his sanity after the Solar Flare, it would work.

Or…

This would be a Desmond who joined the police force after leaving the Farm. It’s highly unlikely since Abstergo would be all over him once he delivers the necessary paperwork and the results of his medical checkups but maybe he gets a lucky break, maybe Erudito is actively helping him by changing all of his information before it could get to Abstergo…

Maybe someone in the Calculations is ensuring he stays away from Abstergo’s radar. Weird computer glitches, strangely timed bad luck, accidents leading to data corruption… No one would think that someone is behind it unless they believe that that someone would be a ‘higher being’.

In this scenario, Desmond would see the worst of mankind and how the world as it is right now let some of these monsters get away. Desmond would use both the skills and techniques he learned from his profession and his childhood training in punishing these monsters the way they deserve to be punished.

In either scenario (Desmond becoming unhinged after the Solar Flare or Homicide Investigator!Desmond), Desmond wouldn’t care if they were Templars or not. As long as they have done something ‘bad’ and got away with it, they become his targets.

But he’d still wear a hood and a mask to hide his identity.

So when Abstergo ‘finds’ footage of him, they assume he’s an Assassin out for revenge and they wouldn’t think that the other non-Templar/Abstergo related disappearance are related until it’s too late.

The Assassins would think he’s a rogue Assassin, most probably a survivor of the Great Purge that has cut all ties with everyone. They don’t necessarily agree with his ‘methods’ but they let him do as he pleases because (1) they have no idea who he is or even how to predict his movements (2) he’s only targeting horrible people so it’s not technically against the Creed, and (3) they need all the help they can get.

(It would be funny if Desmond’s fake identity’s first name is Dexter. I mean… I’d probably go for Derek as usual if I was to write this (big IF) but giving him Dexter as a fake name would be funny)

Hey, nonny.

You know what would be funny?

If Desmond goes to Japan after the Solar Flare to sorta-chill, sorta-relax, sorta-have a vacation and he just starts becoming some sort of vigilante during his time there. And Dan… falls in love with him. Both as the vigilante and as the nice foreigner working as a barista in the cafe near the police station or something. Just imagine a fusion of cafe au and serial killer au with a heavy topping of yandere from Dan and ‘I have really bad choices in love interests and I know it’ from Desmond XD

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