#Mel mutters

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mockingjay but instead of finnick just going out and spilling snows secrets the victors do the candy salad trauma dump

“My names finnick, and President snow started prostituting me at fourteen and threatened my whole family, he also poisoned people to become President, oh and I brought gummy sharks”

“my names Haymitch and when I won my games President snow killed my whole family because I accidentally killed the other tribute with a force field when fainting, I brought whiskey”

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Always thinking about these pics and their cute backstory

So here Kato says something like: “Actually, Mephisto loves magic and is practicing secretly.”

But here she explains: “Even when he occasionally succeeds, Mephisto is disappointed because people think he did it with magic. (I think she means his demonic powers)”

So Meph, the King of Time and Space, loves magic tricks but usually fails at them which is so funny and cute. Like the one thing that comes naturally to him he has trouble doing by human means. But when he DOES succeed in magic tricks everyone thinks he cheated using his powers LMAO! Shiro’s disbelief and Meph’s angry face are just so amazing 🤣 �� I love fun lore like this

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🫵🏻🎀🗑️🔥💋

tf does this mean

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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ARE YOU SHITTING ME😭😭😭😭

AO3😭😭😭😭

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Mephisto with babies is so goddamn funny. I can’t tell if he’s making those horrible faces because of his excitement from the extreme cuteness, or if it’s to try and scare them. Who am I kidding, it’s probably a mix of both. Also “Dress them in embarrassing matching outfits!”, I feel like he took pics of them. Because yeah he loves anything cute and looking at cute pics, but he would totally use old baby photos of the twins in cute outfits to blackmail them, I just know it. Killing two birds with one stone like the mastermind tactician he is

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Lucy gray but instead of running during the wood scene she tries to gentle parent snow:

“friend, I know we have lots of big feelings bu- PUT THE GUN DOWN PLEASE FRIEND, we can not take our big feelings out on others friend😌”

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He’s being bashful after I said yes and gave him a lil kiss

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

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New fans will be like “why does MSI attract so many ADHD and Autistic fans” as if Jimmy doesn’t write the most absurd lyrics and inserts them into short bite sized songs made up of a bunch of fast paced and frenetic sounds

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do u think I'm delusional and deranged ab iruka umino. be honest

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Johanna would say “I’m just a girl” daily

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Omg😦 I got sniffed❗️😦

@sparklebear11 @daddycassie @torturedcoveydepartment @boabel

you have been SNIFED, reblog to snif the next person

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The extreme contrast of personalities and familial roles between Shiro and Satan when they share the same appearance is so fascinatingly handled in Blue Exorcist. It makes the dynamics between Shiro, Satan, Yuri, and the twins so incredibly insane.

Like from Shiro’s perspective he saw Yuri, the woman who loved him and who he loved back but was too proud to admit, fall in love with Satan in the body of another Azazel clone, give birth to Rin and Yukio, and pass on. Then he had to raise the twins as his own, and he probably wondered if kids between him and Yuri would have looked like the twins. Which probably made him wonder every day about what a life with Yuri and the twins could have been like.

And then there’s the twins, Rin and Yukio. Shiro filled the role of being their father figure, so they closely associate him with that parental role, but Shiro ends up killed by their biological father Satan. Which is already crazy enough, and that already traumatizes them. But then they have to go on and fight Satan, who is possessing another Azazel clone and looks like Shiro as a result. Which must remind them of their father figure, Shiro.

Seems like a lot of psychological and emotional torment for Shiro, Rin, and Yukio.

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✦ You surprise them with terms of endearment in their language

(Or, pretending that Teyvat uses certain languages based on the regions.) 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe 

✧ You don’t remember what prompted you to emit this word specifically, however, its occurrence was as natural as the auroras in the Snezhayan sky. During a typical day, when you were casually conversing with Pierro, you just replied with:

“Of course, just be careful, mel.” (honey)

It was out before you could register it, and you hoped he didn’t catch on. But it's known that nothing passes by the Jester unnoticed. Pierro’s gaze was uncharacteristically stunned, yet it softened the moment he turned to you. 

“It’s been… centuries since you called me that.” 

You averted your gaze away in shame, muttering a small apology. But the Director stepped closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing underneath your chin to look you tenderly in the eyes. 

“No, no. I do not seek an apology. You often called me melimelum (honey apple) during our days of guilelessness. Go on. Utter these words for me once more. I must know whether you remember them as much as I do.” 

Meeting his gaze, you stammered upon your words but managed to convey “mi mel” (my honey) for him again despite your coy disposition. The Jester smiled as if an eon-long frost had been melted off his heart. Thus, he leaned closer to relish your lips in his, whispering.  

“That’s more like it, corculum (sweetheart). These words are always sweeter when uttered by your lips.” 

✧ It is no one's surprise that you and Capitano participate in convivial challenges. Who else would match the harbinger’s fierce ambition for competition if it weren't for you, his partner? From duels, training, and games, to even… endearing nicknames. Yes, just loudly calling each other cute nicknames until the other gives up, in the privacy of your own home. 

“You may be the strongest man in Tevyat, Capitano, but!” - you loudly proclaimed “I can still defeat you in a battle of wits.” 

“Your words bring forth a challenge that I seek, my beloved. If you dare to challenge me, know that I will not back down.” 

“Hmph!” - you crossed your arms, a triumphant smile already gracing your features. “My dear, sweet Captain. Don’t be so sure of yourself. It’s clear that I love you more.” 

“Absurd,” - Capitano clenched his fists, his resolve is unshaken. “My love for you brings mountains to dust and the seas to dry. It is clear that I love you more.” 

“Tsk, tsk. I can still express my love in a far wider range, geliebter (loved one).” - There it was. Your special attack as you spoke confidently back. “ You better not underestimate me.” 

The Captain froze, his stance now rigid. Even through his pitch-black helmet, you could see you seized him off-guard. A word he has not heard in centuries, even more so, you put in the effort to pronounce it correctly. The Harbinger stepped closer, his sharp fingers gently cupping your cheeks.

“My dear, cherished, loved engelchen (little angel). Where did you learn that from? Such sweet words will not be tolerated. I shall memorize the entire dictionary to out-win you in this battle of precious monikers.” 

“Oh yeah? We’ll see, herzblatt (sweetheart), because I did my research! So I win!” - you mumbled proudly, even when Capitano kept squishing your face by squeezing your cheeks lovingly. 

Your little ‘warfare’ was left at that, and you didn’t think much of it afterward. A successful conquest; or so you credulously thought. Little did you expect, that in a couple of days, Capitano would burst into the room, a thick book in his hand labeled ‘Dictionary & Encyclopedia of Teyvat's Ancient Languages’.

“My dear, you won’t believe this! I have found a compelling addition to what I must call you, notlazohtlé." (my precious thing)

“U-um, Capitano. You didn't actually spend days trying to memorize a whole… dictionary, did you?”

“Nonsense. A warrior never backs down from a challenge. Especially one bestowed upon him by his yōltzin.” (lover)

✧ When Il Dottore heard you speak, he had to ensure the grip on his book was firm. He swore he almost dropped it but made sure to conceal it, as his back was facing you while he stood in front of bookshelves. 

“What did you just say?”

“Habibi” - you retorted simply. “Or, do you prefer azizam?” (my dear)

There was a prolonged silence coming from the Doctor. The sound of this native tongue brought a conflicting range of abrupt disgust and wistful familiarity. Yet Dottore clenched his jaw; there wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice, and he would much rather go on pretending he hadn’t heard you say those words. 

"What are those harebrained names you are calling me? Has your time in Sumeru made you so asinine?"

You were not surprised he reacted this way. Nonetheless, It was futile to hide your solemn disappointment, so you sighed - "Never mind..." 

The book he had been flicking through was gradually set aside. Although you couldn’t read his expression, he remained eerily still. 

"Say it again." 

"Hm?" 

"I said,” - Il Dottore suddenly turned, stepping closer to firmly set his hands on the table, looming over you. “Say it again." 

Oh no, you thought. “I said habibi. Like people in the Sumeru desert region often say… But I thought you’d loathe it so maybe aziz-” 

Your words were cut off, as the Harbinger cupped your jawline and made sure to silence your doubts with his own lips. The sudden kiss was as sweet and warm as honey, and as ardent and fiery as the blazing deserts of Sumeru. 

“I was not being serious.” - He explained after leaning away, even if his scoff came out stilted. He didn’t mean to be rude, instead, he was impressed you went your way to learn these expressions. His hold on your jaw abates in an instance “Call me whatever you want.

You blink - “Well, you studied like… twenty languages since you were a student. So I wanted to gauge your reaction. What about ‘my heart’? was it kalbi, or…?” 

“...Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), you just called me a dog.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at your antic. Your sweet attempts at endearment were beyond him, especially when you fumbled on pronunciation. Thus, he settled with teasing you, locking his lips back with yours. You could feel his love wash over you like the gentle breeze blowing across the sand; carrying away any lingering worries and leaving you with the joy of being with him.

✧ Scaramouche abhors seeing couples being all mushy and sweet in public. Lovers giggling when embracing under the shade? Ugh. Calling each other cute nicknames as they walk? Disgusting. Stealing discreet kisses while no one is looking? Nauseating! 

His reaction is nothing new for you, as he frequently crossed his arms in annoyance. Particularly after a nearby married couple passed by the two of you, one of them saying “Anata, don't forget to buy some sugar and flour on our way home.” - Just people going on with their lives. What you didn't expect was how the Puppeteer would latch to your arm and accuse you:

“Why are you not calling me that!?” 

You blinked in bewilderment - “...what?” 

Scaramouche huffed, his expression sour - “You know what! Dropping the semi-formalities and using Anata (dear). Don't make me repeat myself.” 

“But that's how married couples refer to each other.”

“So?” 

Silence. The two of you awkwardly stood still, frozen. And then it clicked. “I can’t believe my ears… The 6th of The Fatui Harbinger,” 

“Wait, I take it back –” 

“Is asking me,” 

“Don’t. Don’t you da–” 

“To use anata, like a precious spouse would do to their loved one! Aaa!” - you gushed and beamed, your tone countering Scaramouche’s flustered groans, while he tugged at his hat to conceal his furrowed eyebrows. “Should I welcome you home with a cute pink apron, telling you that dinner and a bath are ready, too? Or maybe, offer you something else… ” 

“You’re insufferable. I regret even bringing this up now.” 

“Fine, Fine. I'll stop." - you sighed after a hearty chuckle. “Sometimes, rigid formalities can appear as an insult too, you know. After all, what sort of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t consider your troubles."

You mused innocently at the mental image of using terms of endearment like a married couple. However, your imagination was interrupted as the Harbinger took it upon himself to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"Did I tell you to stop? If we're going to pretend to be a cute, married couple - then do so properly. Besides, what was that part about offering something else when greeting me back home?” 

✧ When you prepare little surprises for your beloved Pantalone, you often come up to him with contagious excitement, eager to show what nick-nacks and artifacts you brought along. This time, you recently returned from an expedition in Liyue, and as always your affluent partner greeted you with honeyed enthusiasm, embracing you tightly as you spoke of your adventures.

“Pantalone, Pantalone!” - You exclaimed gleefully “I learned something new while I was staying in Liyue Harbour!” 

“Oh? And do tell, sweetheart, what is it that caught your curiosity this time?” - Pantalone spoke elegantly, helping you undress from your adventuring garbs. 

“I was familiarizing myself with certain literary texts and it led me down a rabbit hole of traditional phrases common in Liyue… And I figured out how to call you precious! Bǎobǎo!” (baby) 

Pantalone’s eyes shot wide open with renowned zeal. He grinned and clasped his hands, “Oh, my treasure! How adorable of you! And did you go all the way out just to learn this for me? Let me hear you say it again.”

“Bǎobǎo! It suits you! Or maybe you prefer xīn'gān?” (heart and soul)

Pantalone was ecstatic, his smile further widening - “My, my, you certainly worked on your pronunciation. Your stay in Liyue paid off then, because dear, you are making me swoon with your adorable surprises. Pray tell, what other phrases did you learn?” 

“Well, I was told that lǎogōng (hubby) is good.”

“Mhm, yes, yes.” - Pantalone nodded.

“Also huài bāo,” (naughty)

“O-oh?”

“And wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you)

“O-.... oh,”

“And also sh��jìn yīdiǎn (go harder), but I was told this one is a little bit intense.”

The Regrator became motionless. You gazed at him with such pure naïveté, so oblivious that your charming perception didn't grasp the weight of these foreign words. He placed his hands on your shoulders firmly and inquired seriously:  

“My sweetheart. Who, exactly, taught you all this?”

“Well, so. There was this lady who had a small perfumery shop by Chihu Rock. I think her name was Ying'er.” - you pondered but smiled “She was a nice lady, she taught me all these phrases, and said they would work like a charm!”

Pantalone had to exert all his mental strength to avoid fainting or exploding. He is unsure of what exactly, but one more word from you and he'd drop to his knees with a ring for you. Rather than translating your earlier words, the Harbinger lets out a shaky sigh and focuses on controlling his hitched breathing.

“Oh, Shǎguā (silly). If you were unsure of the words' meanings, you could have just asked me and I would have demonstrated. Personally.”

✧ It was another day at Tartaglia’s family home in Snezhnaya. You visit him often and his family has long since welcomed you as part of their household. Especially the siblings, as Teucer and Tonia always welcome you with tight embraces whenever you arrive. 

When you found your beloved Childe in the kitchen, he innately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, asking: “You’re right on time, sweetpea. We’re planning on making homemade meat dumplings. Maybe some borscht as a side dish too. Is that okay with you?” 

To which you simply nodded, already moving to help - “Of course, milyy (sweet). Do you need me to start with the bullion?” 

The Harbinger stopped. He never heard you use native terms, but when he registered your words, his head quickly snapped toward you in astonishment.

“Do my ears deceive me?! Did you just call me…!” 

Aha, so you got him. You tried to hide your giddiness, a faint grin threatening to appear - “Well, I just tried to use something new. You love nicknames, right? So perhaps…” 

“Say it again!” - The man practically leaped at you, his eyes now glowing with elation as he hyped you up to reveal your cards. 

“Okay, okay big guy, just take it easy. I just said milyy (sweet). Maybe you’d like it if I said… lyubimyy (darling)?”

Tartaglia gasps as your sweet words hit his ears, but then a wide grin spreads across his face. “Oh, is this a challenge? If so, fight me! I will shower you with more love for each sweet word coming out of your mouth. But I warn you, you'll have to use them a lot more often from now on.” 

He kisses your cheeks again, this time with even more passion and fervor while he cupped your cheeks. His lips felt like waves crashing against the shore, and each one left an invisible imprint of love and adoration on your soul. As you chuckle at his affectionate antics, small hushed voices interrupt you two. 

Teucer and his sister Tonia were peeking behind the kitchen door, giggling as they eavesdropped on you two. However, when Tartaglia caught their gazes, the rascals scurried away giggling.

“Hey! Quite sneaking in! Did your parents not teach you to give adults some privacy?” 

Latin: melimelum (honey-apple), mel (honey), corculum (sweetheart) German: geliebter (Loved one), herzblatt (sweetheart), engelchen (little angel) Nahuatl (Aztec): notlazohtlé (my darling/precious thing), yōltzin (lover) Persian: azizam (my dear) Arabic: habibi (my dear), Ya balsam qalbi (O balm of my heart), qalbi (my heart), kalbi (my dog, lmao)  Japanese: Anata (informal you, dear for couples)  Mandarin: Bǎobǎo (baby), lǎogōng (hubby), huài bāo (naughty), wǒ yào nǐ,” (I want you), shǐjìn yīdiǎn (go harder), Shǎguā (silly melon) Russian: milyy (sweet), lyubimyy (darling)

*While I speak Arabic, and Russian and know a little bit of Japanese; If you have some additional info on the linguistic part, or speculation or spot some inaccuracies - please, please, please 🙏 kindly share them with me! I am open to fixing any mistakes. Or if you just have headcanons and love projecting certain languages onto these characters like I do - share them with me! 

Thank you 

[chloe6994]

Arcane Headcanons: Mel, Jinx, Vi, and Caitlyn Bandaging a Hurt Reader

Mel Medarda

Calm and Composed: When Mel finds you hurt, her face remains calm, but her golden eyes flash with worry. She doesn’t panic; instead, she swiftly gathers supplies, taking charge with her usual elegance.

Gentle Touch: She kneels beside you, her hands steady as she carefully cleans your wounds. Her touch is feather-light, ensuring she doesn’t hurt you more than necessary.

Reassuring Words: Mel speaks softly, her voice soothing as she reassures you. “You’re stronger than this wound, my love. Just hold on for me.” Her words feel like a warm embrace, steadying you.

Attention to Detail: Every movement is precise. She ties bandages with neat, perfect knots, making sure nothing is left untreated.

Comfort Aftercare: Once she’s finished, she pulls you close, draping a luxurious blanket over you both as she strokes your hair. She pours you a glass of water or wine and sits with you until you fall asleep, her presence unwavering.

Jinx

Panicked and Guilt-Ridden: Seeing you hurt sends Jinx spiraling into panic at first. She stares at the blood on your skin, her hands trembling as flashes of her past haunt her. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to let this happen!”

Frantic But Determined: Despite her anxiety, she grabs her makeshift medical kit (which probably has questionable supplies like duct tape and loose bandages). Her hands shake as she starts cleaning your wounds, muttering to herself about how she’ll “fix you.”

Protective Rambling: Jinx talks a mile a minute while she works. “Next time, we’re strapping you in full armor! Or bubble wrap! Yeah, bubble wrap! You’re not leaving my side again!” It’s her way of coping and trying to distract you from the pain.

Messy But Effective: The bandaging process might be chaotic—she ties the bandages a little too tightly or uses too much tape—but it’s full of love and determination. She won’t stop until she’s sure you’re safe.

Endearing Snuggles: Afterward, Jinx collapses beside you, clinging to you like a lifeline. She refuses to leave your side, even if she’s still buzzing with nervous energy. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again, okay? Promise?”

Vi

Focused and Protective: When Vi sees you hurt, her heart skips a beat, but she immediately goes into action. “Alright, sit tight. I’ve got you.” She carries you to a safe spot if needed, her grip firm but careful.

Skilled Hands: Growing up in the Lanes, Vi knows how to handle injuries. She cleans your wounds quickly but thoroughly, her hands practiced and efficient. “This’ll sting a bit. Hang in there, babe.”

Fierce Reassurance: She keeps talking to you the entire time, her voice steady and grounding. “You’re tougher than this. Just a scratch, yeah? You’re gonna be fine.”

Soft Side Shows: Despite her tough exterior, Vi’s hands soften when she ties the bandages, making sure they’re secure but not uncomfortable. She presses a kiss to your forehead once she’s done.

Protective Vow: After you’re patched up, she keeps an arm around you, her jaw clenched with determination. “No one’s laying a finger on you again. I’ll make damn sure of it.”

Caitlyn

Efficient and Professional: Years of training in the Enforcers have made Caitlyn incredibly skilled at first aid. The moment she sees you hurt, she moves quickly, her expression calm but her eyes filled with concern. “Let me take care of this.”

Tender Care: Caitlyn’s movements are precise yet gentle as she cleans and dresses your wounds. She talks to you softly, her accent making her reassurances even more comforting. “You’re doing so well, darling. Almost there.”

Problem Solver: She keeps the atmosphere light, offering logical solutions to distract you. “After this, we’re investing in better protection for you. Perhaps a personal shield? Or maybe I’ll just keep you in the precinct with me.”

Personal Touch: Once she’s done, Caitlyn makes you tea and insists you rest. She’ll sit beside you, her hand resting on yours, ensuring you feel safe. “You don’t have to be brave alone, you know. I’m here.”

Steadfast Companion: She checks your bandages regularly and doesn’t leave your side until she’s certain you’re recovering. If she’s working, she’ll send you frequent messages to make sure you’re okay.

Each of them brings their unique personality to the task, showing their love for you in their own way.

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Challenge >:3

using this picrew make it look like you :D

no magical color eyes

Make it look as much like you as possible

you can do whatever with the background and stuff tho

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Your Body, My Playground.

Summary: Melissa fucks her frustration on you.

Warnings: cockwarming, breeding kink, humiliation, strap-on use, daddy kink, hair pulling, mel is a meanie. (shitty writing)

@tmlwattpad19 said something about daddy!schemmenti, so here we are. happy kinktober fellas.

Melissa stormed through the front door, her face twisted with frustration as she tossed her bag to the floor without a second thought. She marched straight into the living room, where you were sitting on the old plastic sofa, its cheap material sticking to your skin from the heat. You could tell just by the look on her face that it had been one of those days. She threw herself down next to you with a grunt, her brows furrowed and jaw tight.

You didn’t need to ask to know she was pissed. Her energy filled the room like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding.

“Fuckin’ hell,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a throbbing headache. You shifted nervously beside her, feeling the tension radiating from her in waves. Her fingers tapped impatiently on her thighs, and she let out a harsh sigh before her gaze snapped toward you.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and authoritative. There was a dangerous edge to her tone that made your breath hitch in your throat. No softness or affection—just pure, unfiltered dominance.

You hesitated, unsure of what she wanted, but she wasn’t about to wait for you to figure it out. “Are you deaf? I said come here. Now.”

You swallowed hard and obeyed, slipping off the spot on the couch and standing in front of her. Melissa’s eyes trailed slowly up and down your body, and you could feel the weight of her gaze as if it were physically pressing against you.

“Sit on daddy’s lap,” she ordered, her voice dripping with something dark, something possessive.

You blinked, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks at her command. You had always been shy when it came to this side of Melissa. She could be so intense, so demanding, and you felt small and dirty under her scrutiny. You hesitated again, your hands fidgeting nervously at your sides.

“Uh, what did you said, babe?”

“Don’t make me tell you twice,” Melissa snapped, her tone sending a shiver down your spine. “Be a good girl and sit. On. Daddy’s. Lap.”

You nodded quickly and carefully straddled her, lowering yourself onto her lap. Her hands immediately gripped your gorgeous hips, pulling you closer, holding you firmly in place. Her fingers dug into your skin as she guided you to settle against her, and the closeness made your heart race. You could feel the heat radiating from her body, the tension coiled tightly in her muscles.

“That’s better,” she purred, her voice softer now but no less intense. She tilted her head back against the couch, her eyes dark with lust as they bore into you. “Daddy had a shitty day, baby, and I need you to make it better. Think you can do that for me?”

You silently agreed again, unable to find your voice. Melissa’s hands began to roam, sliding over your thighs, gripping your waist, teasing at the hem of your shirt. She smirked as she felt you tremble under her touch.

“Hmm, you’re always so shy, aren’t you?” she teased, leaning in closer until her lips brushed against your ear. “But I think you like it when I’m like this, don’t you? You like it when I take control. When I make you call me daddy…”

She trailed off, waiting for your response, her breath hot against your neck. You bit down on your lip, feeling your face flush deeper. You knew what she wanted you to say, but the words stuck in your throat, trapped by your shyness.

The redhead’s grip on you tightened as she pulled you even closer, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “Say it,” she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous command. “Call me daddy.”

Your breath hitched, and after a moment of doubt, you whispered. “Daddy…”

“Good.” She nipped at your neck playfully, making you squirm in her lap. “Now, be nice to daddy. Show me how much you’ve missed me today.”

Her words made your heart race even faster, and you couldn’t help the small groan that escaped your lips as her hands continued their teasing exploration of your body. Melissa’s lips found yours, kissing you hard, possessive, taking what she wanted. There was no gentleness in her touch, only raw need.

“You’re going to be so good for me tonight,” Melissa whispered against your lips. “Aren’t you, baby? You’re going to make me forget about that fucking awful day, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Melissa.”

Instantly, she clicked her tongue in disapproval. “No, no. You need to remind who’s in control here and by that, refer to me properly.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you corrected yourself. “That won’t happen again.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, pretty girl.” Your body responded to the roughness of her touch and voice, the intensity of her words. You felt her smirk against your mouth as her hands slipped under your shirt, tugging it upward, exposing more of your skin to her hungry gaze.

“Tell me you’ll be good,” she demanded, her voice sharp, her eyes blazing with desire. “Tell me you’ll do whatever daddy wants to this beautiful body.”

“I—I’ll be good,” you whispered, your voice trembling with nerves. “I’ll do whatever you want…”

Melissa grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes as she finally yanked your oversized shirt off, tossing it aside. Her cold palms roamed over your bare figure, fingers tracing over every curve and dip with a sense of ownership.

“Aren’t you just the perfect little brat?” she asked, dripping with approval before her lips crashed against yours once more, rough and insistent. She kissed you like she wanted to devour you, her hands busy unclasping your bra with a deft motion that spoke to her impatience.

The cool air hit your exposed skin, causing you to shutter as she pulled back to admire you fully. Her pupils dilated as she took in your erect nipples, hard and waiting for her touch.

“Look at these beautiful girls,” Melissa teased, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. “Already hard for me, huh?”

She captured one of your nipples between her warm, wet lips, sucking and teasing it as her fingers rolled the other between her thumb and forefinger. You shouted, arching your back into her mouth, feeling the electric shock of pleasure shoot through you.

“Fuck, daddy! You’re driving me crazy.”

At the same time, Melissa slid her knee up between your legs, pressing it against your core. She began to rock you against her clothed thigh, the delicious friction of the black tight leather pants sending shockwaves of endless pleasure.

Panting, she released your bud with a wet pop.

“You can’t help but grind against my knee like a bitch in heat, can you? Such a needy slut.”

Each thrust of your hips brought you closer to the edge, and the redhead seemed to sense it, her grip tightening around your tits as she looked up at you. “You want to cum on my knee, don’t you?” she scoffed, her own breathing ragged as she continued to rock you, the rhythm building between you. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“Daddy?! You can’t be serious right now. I’ve been good!” you rambled, tears starting to form in your eyes.

The older woman’s smirk grew darker as your trembling voice broke through the tension. She leaned back into the couch, her hold still firm on you, her eyes gleaming with a wicked sense of satisfaction at how compliant you had become. It wasn’t enough for her, though. She wanted more. She wanted to break you down, make you hers entirely for the night, and push you to the very edge of your limits.

As you opened your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, Melissa silenced you with a sharp, cold look. Her lips twisted into a cruel grin as she shook her head slowly and made a zipper closing motion to her own lips.

“Shh,” she hissed. “Objects don’t talk, baby.”

The harshness of her words made you freeze, your eyes widening in pure shock. You hadn’t expected her to be so blunt, so brutal, and the embarrassment of her degradation made you instinctively lower your gaze. You bit your lower lip, your breath caught in your throat as you tried to process her words. She was really pushing tonight, more so than usual, and it was overwhelming. But even as your mind screamed to pull back, your body betrayed you, responding to her dominance in ways you couldn’t control.

Melissa being perceptive as the fiery woman she was, seemed to sense your internal struggle, her fingers trailing possessively over your bare thighs. Her green eyes narrowed with amusement as she watched you squirm in her lap, your face flushed and your breath unsteady.

“That's right,” she purred darkly. “You’re not here to talk. You’re here to do exactly what daddy wants, and that’s it. No more words. Just be good for me, and maybe…just maybe. You’ll get what you’re begging for.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart pound in your chest as you nodded in silent obedience. Your cheeks burned with humiliation, but deep down, you found yourself craving more of Melissa’s control, more of her rough touch.

“Good. See? You can follow orders like an obedient servant,” Melissa cooed mockingly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She ran her hands up your sides, her fingers pressing firmly against your skin as she continued to assert her dominance over you. She paused for a moment, her hand teasing at the waistband of your damp underwear before slipping underneath, making you gasp.

The first touch of her fingers against your pussy was almost too much. You bit down hard on your hand to suppress a moan as Melissa’s fingers slid between your folds, teasing you with deliberate slowness. Her eyes never left your face, watching every reaction as her fingers pumped with expert precision. She enjoyed seeing you like this—desperate, needy, and completely at her mercy.

Your body betrayed you as you instinctively leaned into her touch, your hips rolling slightly in search of more friction. But your girlfriend wasn’t having that. She gripped your hips hard, stilling your movements.

“Nuh-uh,” she warned. “You stay still. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You whined softly, the frustration bubbling inside you as she continued to tease, her fingers ghosting over your most sensitive spots but never quite giving you the release you craved. The desperation clawed at you, and before you could stop yourself, you buried your face in her shoulder, seeking comfort in the closeness of her body. The scent of her perfume filled your senses, and you clung to her, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming intensity of it all.

Melissa chuckled, clearly entertained by your neediness. “Look at you,” she spoke against your ear. “You’re already so worked up, and I haven’t even really started yet. Such a desperate little thing. I bet you’d do anything for daddy right now, wouldn’t you?"

You nodded weakly, your face still pressed against her shoulder, your breath ragged and uneven as she continued to toy with you. Her fingers moved slowly, teasingly, bringing you closer to the edge but never letting you fall over it. It was torture, but you were powerless to resist her.

Melissa was the one in control, not you.

“Poor baby,” she pouted, mimicking the form your lips were quivering. “So needy. So fuckin’ pathetic. But that’s alright, because that’s exactly how I want you. completely at Daddy’s mercy. You belong to me tonight. Every inch of you. And I’m going to take what I want, whether you’re ready or not.”

She continued to torment you with her fingers, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and sudden bursts of intensity that left you gasping for air.

When you finally couldn’t take it anymore, you let out a choked sob, trying to form the words to beg her for more, but Melissa quickly cut you off.

“Shh,” she said again, her voice taking on a more menacing tone. “I told you, objects don’t talk. I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

You let out a frustrated moan, burying your face even deeper into her shoulder. The weight of her control, the harshness of her words, and the relentless teasing of her fingers were too much to bear. Your body was trembling with the need for release, but Melissa wasn’t going to give it to you until she was satisfied.

Her fingers slid deeper inside you, and you bit down hard on your lip to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you clung to her tighter, your fingers digging into her shoulders as she worked you with an almost cruel precision.

“That’s it. Take it. Take whatever I give ya, and don’t make a sound unless I say so.”

You nodded weakly, your body trembling under the force of her dominance. You were lost in the sensations, in the way she took control of your body so effortlessly. It was both thrilling and terrifying, and you were completely at her mercy.

As her fingers continued to work you closer and closer to the edge, Melissa leaned in close to your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You want to cum for daddy, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous purr. “You want me to let you come?”

You nodded desperately, your breath hitching in your throat as you tried to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the need for release, but you knew better than to disobey her command. You had to wait for her permission.

Melissa’s brows arched as she watched you struggle. “Beg for it. Even though you’re not supposed to talk, I want to hear you beg. Beg daddy to let you cum.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, your face still buried in her shoulder as you tried to find the words. You could barely think straight, your mind clouded with desire and the need for release, but you knew what she wanted to hear. You swallowed hard, your voice shaky as you whispered against her skin.

“Please, daddy,” you whimpered. “Please let me come.”

Melissa let out a satisfied hum, her fingers curling inside you just enough to make you gasp. “That’s better,” she chuckled. “But I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. Maybe if you’re really good for me, I’ll think about it.”

The frustration and desperation were building inside you to unbearable levels. But there was nothing you could do except wait and hope that Melissa would eventually take pity on you. You were completely under her control, and she wasn’t about to let you forget it.

Your girlfriend’s digits moved faster now, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with each stroke. Your body tensed, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation as you clung to her, trying to hold on. You were so close, so achingly close, but Melissa was still in control, and you knew she would decide when you were allowed to let go.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing and torment, she whispered the words you had been waiting for.

“Come for daddy,” the Italian woman growled.

And with those words, you finally let go. Your body shuddered with the force of your release, and you buried your face in Melissa’s neck, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. You could feel her smirk against your skin as she held you close, her hands still possessively gripping your hips.

“Good girl,” she praised. “That’s my good fucktoy.”

“Shit..”

Melissa’s eyes darkened with an intense hunger, her smirk twisting into something even more devious. She let you catch your breath for just a moment, her fingers slowing their assault, but the promise of something more dangerous lingered in the air. You could feel her gaze burning into you, the weight of her control pressing down like a heavy blanket. And just as you thought she might ease up, she didn’t.

“I’m going to cum on your needy pussy,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “And I want you to feel every fuckin’ bit of it.”

Before you could fully process the intensity of her words, the older woman pushed you off her lap, her hands rough as she guided you down to the floor in front of the couch. Your legs wobbled beneath you, weak from the intensity of what she’d already put you through, but she gave you no time to recover. You felt her looming over you, her eyes glued to your every movement, watching as you trembled under her gaze.

Without a word, she undressed and reached beneath the couch, pulling out the thick purple strap she kept hidden there. Your stomach tightened at the sight of it—the solid length of silicone glistening under the dim lights of the living room.

Melissa stood up, towering over you as she strapped it on, her movements precise and deliberate. There was something so methodical about the way she handled the strap, as if this was just another part of her dominance, another way to assert her control over you. And once she had it secured, her gaze locked back onto you.

Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as the redhead stopped and beckoned you with a single finger.

“Come over to daddy, sweetheart,” she ordered.

You obeyed without hesitation, crawling back up to her, your eyes flickering between her face and the strap as your body ached with need. You could feel the heat radiating off her, and the sight of her standing there, fully in control, made your stomach churn with anticipation.

Melissa grabbed you by the arm, yanking you up to your knees before positioning herself back on the couch. She spread her legs wide, tugging you toward her until you were straddling her once more. But this time, there was nothing gentle in her movements. She gripped your hips tightly, her fingers digging into your skin as she lined the strap up with your entrance, her eyes blazing with a possessive fire.

“You’re going to sit there like a good little slut,” Melissa started. “You’re going to cockwarm me until I’m ready to fuck you properly. Got it?”

You nodded quickly, your breath catching in your throat as you lowered yourself down onto the strap. The sensation of it filling you made you gasp, your body stretching around the thickness as you sank down into Melissa’s lap. She hissed through her teeth as she felt you take her in, her hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you in place.

“That’s it,” she whispered darkly, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Good girl. Just stay there and warm me up.”

You whimpered as you settled into her lap, your body trembling with the effort of holding still. Melissa’s hands remained firm on your hips, her fingers occasionally digging into your skin just to remind you of her presence, of her control. You could feel her eyes watching you closely, and despite the intensity of the situation, there was a dark thrill that came with being so completely at her mercy.

For a moment, everything was still. The only sound in the room was the quiet hum of your ragged breathing, the tension between you and Melissa so thick it felt like it might swallow you whole. But then, without warning, she shifted beneath you, grinding her hips up just enough to make you gasp.

“Does it feel good, baby?” she prompted, her voice soft but dangerous. “You like being stuffed full of daddy’s big cock, don’t you?”

You nodded, your body trembling as you tried to hold still, but Melissa wasn’t satisfied with your silent response. She lifted one hand from your hip and tangled her fingers in your hair, tugging your head back just enough to force you to meet her gaze.

“Answer me,” she demanded, her voice hard.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I like it.”

Melissa’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good,” she muttered, releasing your hair and letting your head fall forward again. “Because you’re going to sit there and feel every fucking inch of it until I’m ready for more.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body straining to stay still as Melissa shifted beneath you again, sending another wave of sensation through your core. You could feel her heat, her power, the way she controlled your every movement with nothing more than the press of her fingers against your hips. It was overwhelming, but you craved it. You needed it. You needed her to take everything from you and give you nothing in return.

For what felt like an eternity, your girlfriend kept you there, grinding against you occasionally, teasing you with brief flashes of pleasure but never letting you have what you truly wanted. Every time you tried to shift or move, her grip would tighten, and she would remind you in a low, menacing growl that objects don’t get to decide when they’re done.

Finally, after what felt like long hours of torment, Melissa leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered in a voice so low it sent chills down your spine.

“Now,” she hissed, her fingers tightening their grip on your hips. “Now, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to be a good pet and take every bit of it. Understand?”

“Okay..”

And then Melissa moved. Her hips bucked up beneath you, the strap filling you completely as she began to thrust into you with a brutal rhythm. You cried out, your hands gripping her shoulders for support as she drove into you over and over again, her pace unrelenting. There was no tenderness, no softness—just raw, animal desire as Melissa took what she wanted from you, her control absolute.

“That’s it,” she growled, her voice rough with pleasure. “You really are just a cockslut.”

Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, your mind reeling from the intensity of it all. You buried your face in Melissa’s shoulder again, trying to muffle your moans, but she wasn’t having that. She grabbed your chin, forcing your head back so she could see your face.

“Don’t hide from me,” she snarled. “I want to see your pretty face while I fuck you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes locked with hers, and the intensity of her gaze was almost too much to bear. You felt completely exposed, completely vulnerable, but that only seemed to spur her on. She fucked you harder, faster, her hands gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there would be bruises in the morning.

You were lost in the sensation, in the pleasure and pain that Melissa was inflicting on you. And as she drove you closer and closer to the edge, her voice growled in your ear once more.

“Come,” she commanded, her voice rough and demanding. “Come right now, you filthy little slut.”

And with that, you shattered.