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52,54,32, and 37 on the prompt list with melissa schemmenti pls😩🙏🏼

Mommy Knows Best ~Dark!Mommy!Melissa Schemmenti xFem CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Reader has been best friends with Melissa’s daughter, Abigail Schemmenti, and she has always butted head with Melissa… One fateful holiday break changes it all. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! Absolutely. This went a little dark, but also a good amount of smut. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

#32. Enemies to lovers troupe

#37. Best Friend’s Mom Troupe

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, heavy smut, dark fic, fingering, strap-on riding, age gap (all legal), enemies to lovers, best friends mom, degradation, praise, smutty smut, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, overstimulation kink, teasing, taunting, implied future smut, etc.

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“Hey An’ you gonna keep that door open, right Abigail??” Your best friend’s mother shouted from the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes lightly at Melissa’s, as she insisted you call her, comment, as Abi, your bff, yelled back at her mother.

“Ughhhh Mooooooom, I’m not in high school anymore!!” Abigail yelled from her bedroom on the ground floor, “And I’m not even gay!!!”

“Doesn’t matta’!!! I am your mother, Abigail Ruth Schemmenti, and you will leave that door open!!” Melissa’s thick accent boomed through the house.

Now it was Abigail’s turn to roll her eyes, as you looked at her in apology for what she had to deal with.

“Fineeeee!!” Your best friend shrieked back, leaving the door to her bedroom ajar, before turning her attention back to you.

“It’s not like I would do anything anyway…” you grumbled in annoyance, from the edge of Abi’s childhood bed, “I don’t like you like that…”

Abigail came to sit on the edge next to, leaving against the headboard as she rolled her eyes once more.

“I know, my mom, she’s just… ughhhhh!!” Abigail groaned, squeezing her fists together dramatically in the air.

“Yea…” you chuckled, “At least you don’t have to see her much anymore… well except holidays and breaks…” you comforted her.

Abigail sighed.

“That’s true… Anyways, to you…” she said, quickly changing the topic to something more upbeat and less tension filled,

“You still banging that hot redhead…?” Abigail said in a low tone, while wiggling her eyebrows.

You looked away in awkwardness, clearly not wanting to discuss that subject. You and Abi had been friends since middle school, so she knew your cues. And Abigail immediately understood that she had touched upon a sore subject.

“No, it’s fine… It just… didn’t work out…” you muttered.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Abi comforted you, coming forward to grab your left hand on the bed, but you pulled away, so she retracted, leaning back against the headboard.

You finally looked over to your bff after a moment in sadness and embarrassment.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re my best friend. When you’re ready to talk about it, I know you will…” She reassured you.

You gulped and then nodded. Abigail then met your gaze with a mischievous smirk, before proceeding to throw a pillow at you. The fluffy square hit you right in the face, making you yelp and look at your bff in mock shock.

“Hey!!” You exclaimed, then throwing it back, but missing terribly.

Abigail was laughing, and soon you were as well. Her laugh was always so infectious. Your best friend always knew how to make you feel better. After you had both caught your breath, you spoke,

“So, how’s college for you?” You asked.

While you she chosen to stay in Phili for college, Abigail had gone to Chicago. It was the ultimate betrayal against her mother, and you knew that Abigail needed an out. You always looked forward to holidays and breaks, because that meant that you would get to see your best friend again.

“Don’t tell my mom… but it’s so freakin’ nice…” Abigail sighed with a little giggle, leaning in close so that only you would catch her confession, “And… I met a guy…”

Your eyes widened and you smiled wide. Your eyes lit up, you were truly excited for your best friend. You smacked your best friend’s foot playfully.

“Alright!! Let’s go, Abi!!!” You exclaimed in a low whisper.

Abigail went a little red and giggled even more. She was about to delve into more detail about this new mystery man, before Melissa came into the doorway of Abigail’s room.

“Abigail, Momma needs some mozz and a couple other things for her lasagna tonight… Run to the Italian bistro that Uncle Joe runs and pick some up fresh for me?” Melissa spoke leaning against the doorframe, asking it like a question, when it really was an order.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Abigail couldn’t say no to her mother, especially in person. Abigail immediately agreed, and Melissa was quick to flash a fake smile and hand her daughter a list of a dozen things that would take Abi at least and an hour and a half to acquire.

“I’ll go with…” you mumbled, as Abigail got ready to leave.

Standing up and grabbing your coat from the nearby chair, you went to walk past Melissa and follow Abigail, but Melissa grabbed your arm, halting you in place.

“Stay.” She purred, flashing another one of those sickening smiles.

Your stomache flipped upside down, and your eyes widened. Abigail was at the other end of the hall, towards the living room, grabbing her keys and turning back towards you.

“You coming?” Your best friend asked.

You gulped, looking from your bff to Melissa, then back to Abigail.

“I… Actually I think I’ll stay… Help M-Melissa with all the cooking…” you stammered.

Abigail looked at your quizzically, but Melissa was swift to turn on her heels, now facing her daughter.

“No worries right, you can handle it alone, can’t you Abigail…?” Melissa cooed, batting her eyelashes at her impressionable daughter.

Abigail stammered a yes before promptly leaving out the front door. You gulped and just stood there, a little awkward. Melissa after a second then turned back to you.

“Why don’t you help me in the kitchen, hmmm babe…?” Melissa cooed sweetly.

Shivers went through your spine and the lump in your throat became apparent at the pet name, and you just stared at the woman, frozen in the moment. Then linking her arm in yours, Melissa guided you to kitchen before you could even respond.

She let you go at the kitchen island, leaving you there as her hips swayed to the liquor cabinet. She reached up and opened the cabinet, then twisted her gaze to you, a certain glimmer in her eye.

“You drink, ‘Hun…?” Melissa coyly asked, “I assume you do by the way my liquor cabinet was always raided, and Abi is such a good girl, she would never drink unless influenced by someone like you…”

Your mouth stood open as you stood frozen once more at the kitchen island counter. Melissa chuckled, pulling you back into reality and registering the dig that your best friend’s mom had just made to you. You gritted your teeth and stared daggers into the woman as her back was turned to as while she got two classes and some red wine.

She came to the other side of the counter, popping the wine cork and beginning to pour two glasses. Your heart was racing and you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“I only drink on occasion…” you grumbled, answering Melissa’s question, “And you’d be surprised at what Abi does…”

Melissa flashed you a wicked smile and cocked her eyebrow, handing you the glass filled with the alcohol. You immediately took a sip or three to try and calm your nerves.

“Oh is that so…?” She hummed, coming around the island, wine glass in hand, and linking her free arm in yours once more,

“Why don’t you tell me all about that, and maybe I won’t bust you for being a minor consuming alcohol…” Melissa teased, as she guided you into the living room.

“S-she’s my best friend… I’m no snitch…” you breathed out, your heart pounding in your ears.

Melissa chuckled and guided you to the two person love seat in the living room, sitting down next to you, and taking a sip of her own wine. You followed suit, sipping more of the red, liquid courage. It tasted sweet and expensive.

“Touché… I knew there was something about you…” she purred.

Melissa held her glass with her left hand and placed her right on your left, exposed thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked at her hand. Sparks of electricity rushed through your entire body, all ending up in the same place, your throbbing core. You gulped, turning you attention to your glass and taking some more sips of alcohol.

“Back there I heard something about a certain redhead… Why don’t you tell me about that…?” Melissa hummed, that wicked smirk back on her face, with a tilt to her head.

Her fingers started to caress your thigh, and you weren’t sure whether you deeply regretted or thanked god that you had decided to wear a skirt today.

“I… I was seeing her… but… she cheated on me…” you stammered, looking at your wine glass as your swirled the red liquid in the glass.

“Poor Cucciolina…” Melissa purred, with an edge to her tone,

Her fingers worked their way further up your thigh, you felt your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the woman’s lips graze against your ear, making your breath hitch.

“I would never do that to you…” Melissa purred in the shell of your ear.

Your stomache was bursting with feelings, twists and butterflies and knots and rocks. Your lips parted as you let out an obviously desperate whimper. Melissa chuckled darkly in your ear. Then you felt her warm mouth on your neck. Your neck immediately craned back for her access, and you let out breathy groan as she sank her teeth into your skin.

At this point you knew you regretted nothing, the pleasure and intensity was all worth it. You knew it was probably wrong, that this was your best friend’s mom. And this woman drove you crazy… you hated how she treated your best friend. She was certainly never mom of the year.

But as her mouth wandered down your neck, you knew you needed more. Sucking, and licking, and biting, and marking all along your exposed, goose bumped skin, all logic and ideas of right and wrong were thrown out the window.

Melissa, it seemed, had already placed her glass aside on the side table, and as she sucked a bruise along your neck line, her hands followed your arms and proceeded to take the glass away from you. She pulled away momentarily, making you whimper and and try to lean into her touch, but Melissa was quick to put you back in your place.

“You take what you are given… Understand…?” Melissa purred warily, the hand on your thigh tightening and threatening to leave a mark.

You sucked in a breath, straightening your back as you swiftly nodded. The woman then eased her grip to your thigh and brought your glass up to your lips, pressing and tilting it into your mouth.

“Good. Now drink up…” She breathed out, smirking as you immediately complied.

You gulped the rest of the sweet yet tangy liquid down. Melissa then set the glass aside. As some of the excess wine dribbled down your chin and neck, Melissa leaned forward, her tongue expertly licking up all the dribbled wine from your exposed skin. Your pupils darkened and blew out at the sight, your heart faltering at how hot your best friend’s mom looked while licking up the red liquid from your skin. You shivered once more at the thought of how good her tongue would feel in other places…

Melissa read your reaction like a children’s picture book. She drank in your blown out pupils, erratic breathing, goosebumps, and much more to come… Her fingers now dipped into your inner thighs, her access stunted by your closed legs. They stopped moving, teasing, and it made you want to scream. Scream at the woman to keep going. Scream at her that she was insane. Scream that this was wrong. Scream and beg her to not stop. Scream out in many expletives how much her teasing was driving you crazy. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“Awwwww… Are you conflicted, ‘hun…?” Melissa mockingly cooed, her voice dripping with taunts and lust, “Can’t decided whether you want me to hate you or fuck you…?” Her voice purred darkly and lustfully.

Jolts of pleasure and electricity erupted through your core at the woman’s tone, brashness, pet name, and use of an expletive. You bit your lip as you let out a breathy gasp. The combination of the alcohol and her teasing was making you dizzy.

You wanted… you didn’t know what… actually you did. But it was too difficult to admit it to yourself. For years, you had stuffed all your feelings down, you had reverted to others to fulfill your desires. All because it was too hard to accept your desires for your best friend’s mom.

Your desires for the redheaded woman. The desire to have an older, more experienced partner. Your want to be dominated and controlled by the woman that drove you crazy. Your want to throw logic and your best friend aside and kiss her. The woman who was overbearing and controlling to your best friend. The woman who you’d imagined late at night many times when your fingers worked skillfully in between your legs.

As if Melissa knew the exact thoughts racing through your mind, she interrupted,

“You know what I think…?” Melissa cooed wickedly, pushing your legs open slowly just enough to fit her hand in between your plush thighs,

You watched her fingers attentively, as your heart pounded in your head and beads of sweat ran down your face. Melissa proceeded to lick the bead of sweat off of your face and neck.

“I think that you try so desperately hard to hate me… I think you don’t like me because of Abigail… You think I’m a bad mother.” Melissa purred, as her fingers circled patterns deeper into your inner thigh going under your skirt,

Her other hand had put the empty wine glass aside, and was now tugging at your flimsy shirt. She tugged the sleeves down with ease, and cupped your bare breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy whimper, internally praising whatever higher power that you had decided to go braless that day.

“I think you project all of this for Abigail and for your own sanity… Because it’s easier to accept than the truth… The truth that keeps you up at night. I keep you up at night…” the older woman continued to lustfully cooe,

But your eyes shot open, your hips jolted forward, and you let out a pathetic mewl, as two of her digits finally ran up and down your clothed core, while simultaneously taking your left nipple in her mouth and twisting your bus with her teeth.

“AhhHhHhh—” you choked out in a mewl, desperate and quickly meeting Melissa’s gaze as she drank you in with a wicked smirk.

If she didn’t have you attention before, she definitely had it now…

“And the truth while you can’t stand the fact of it… is that you can’t help how your body reacts to me… craves me… needs me…” Melissa darkly chuckled, her tone low and seductive by the end.

Your head was swimming and you don’t even remember when it started, but your hips were grinding against the ghost of the woman’s fingers. You let out a shuttering breath, whimpering and moaning as the redhead’s mouth started to mark up and tease your breasts. Her dark, lust glistening eyes met your desperate gaze.

“Say it, Cucciolina… Tell me I’m right. You know I am…” Melissa breathed out, while switching from one tit to the other.

“You—You’re right…” you stammered, panting, completely out of breath.

Melissa seemed to like that, because you quickly felt her two digits back on your core, sneaking around your panties, to find your semi-wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you aren’t dripping… I’ll fix that.” She lustfully purred, growling the last part in her seductive, low tone.

Her fingers swiftly plunging into your core, your body immediately spasmed, her walls fluttering and clenching around her digits. Your hips stuttered to keep pace with her delicious assault against your cunt.

“Holy Fuck… Mommy!!…” you shrieked, your whole body exploding with pleasure as her fingers curled deep inside you over and over again.

Your eyes widened and your face went beet red at your words. Your hands were gripping the couch tight, so tight your knuckles were white. But that wasn’t your current concern…

“Oh my, I’m so s-sorry, it it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered, not able to meet the woman’s gaze in embarrassment.

But Melissa only smirked even more. Her thrusts and curls of her digits inside your pussy only intensified, fucking you faster and deeper. You groaned, really loud, as her fingers filled, stretched, and scissored your pussy.

“No apologies… you look real pretty, accepting who you really are…” Melissa cooed wickedly, “Look at me.”

Your eyes went wide and you turned your head back to the older woman. Her tongue was swirling around your right bud, and it made you cry out in pleasure once more. This only spurred the redhead on even more.

“Say my name, baby…” she commanded wickedly.

The squelching of her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, combined with your sinful noises made the room reek of sex and lust. When you didn’t respond, a third digit slipped inside you, the older woman’s pace never faltering one bit.

“Oh Shit MOMMY!!!” You shrieked, her fingers stretching you out even further and your hands only tightening their grip on her couch.

Melissa hummed in delight, her other hand now replacing her mouth at your tits, while her mouth went to assault your pressure point. Your hips jerked up to grind against her hand, desperately seeking friction against your clit. Babbles and string of whimpers erupted from your throat, your mind now fully gone.

“So needy…” the older woman chuckled, continuing all her administrations with lust and intention, “You can call me Mommy if you want too…”

Her words sparked even more intense pleasure throughout your entire body, and you felt your hands start to wander, but your resisted the urge, part of you not being able to understand how this could have switched on such a dime. Part of you still hated her. So your hands stayed off of the woman. But your hips and the rest of your figure told a whole different story… and your moans and whimpers was all the confirmation that Melissa needed.

“Such a slutty girl for mommy, aren’t ya’…?” Melissa cooed lustfully.

The older woman pumped her digits into you with skill, precision, and speed. She watched you with intent gaze, seeing exactly what curl and thrust pattern made you moan and jolt and scream. Melissa was a quick learner, and the closer she pushed you to the edge, the better she learned the pleasures of your body.

“Oh baby… Are you gonna cum…? Need to cum for mommy so bad…?” Melissa taunted you with a dark chuckle.

Your eyes were screwed tight shut as you nodded vigorously. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Your hips stuttered in their rhythm of grinding into the redheads hand, but Melissa kept up her pace of fucking you through your climax. Even after you came down, the older woman didn’t stop. You squirmed in oversensitive pleasure as she didn’t relent.

“M-mommyyy please…!!” You whimpered, thrashing against her in the amount of intense pleasure you felt as she drove you to your next impending climax.

“Poor little slut… Can’t get enough of mommy…??” Melissa jeered lustfully.

Your hips stuttered as they rutted against her hand. The sounds of your pussy squelching rang in your head, pushing you only further to the edge. You felt like you were being suffocated, but in a deliciously dizzy way. Your mouth was open, your tongue out as you gasped for breaths in between each precise thrust of her digits.

Right as you were approaching your second orgasm however, Melissa pulled out of you. Your eyes flew wide open and your jaw dropped, followed by a desperate whimper. The older woman’s eyes sparkled and she had a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Hush, baby.” Melissa purred, grabbing you and pulling you into her lap.

You gasped as you felt something in between her legs. You immediately began grinding down on her bulge, your breaths turning ragged and your hands on her shoulders for support.

“Mommy wants your next high to by on my cock…” Melissa hummed with a dark edge to her tone.

You looked up from your administrations and gulped. You nodded vigorously.

“Please” you whispered, “need it… need it so bad mommy…” while grinding roughly against the woman’s lap.

Melissa chuckled and had you undress all the way as well as helping her, so that in a couple minutes, you were back in her lap, naked and ready for mommy’s cock. Your hands came to the woman’s tits and chest, playing with her as she lined you up with her plastic dick.

With a low groan, you began to sink down onto the woman, all the way to the hilt of the strap. You let out a sinful whimper, feeling full but still unsatisfied. Melissa’s hands held your hips in a firm grip, and her back arched into your touch. She tantalizingly wiggled her hips below you, making the strap-on move slightly inside you. Another desperate whimper and then groan left your lips.

“What’s to stop mommy from just having you cockwarm my dick…?” Melissa cooed wickedly.

You quickly met the older woman’s merciless gaze, desperation and begging all over your face.

“No no mommy please…!! Need it, need it so bad… mmm give it to me mommy uhhhhhh…!!” You cried out, your grip on the redhead’s shoulder and chest tightening.

In response, Melissa rolled your and her hips together, pushing her dick up and into you in one fluid motion, before pulling it partially out as her hips came back down. Your mouth opened in a silent plea, as your body convulsed in pleasure, the ridges of the toy overstimulating your tight cunt.

“Like that, pretty whore…? What mommy to give you slow, hard thrusts until you’re destroyed…?” Melissa taunted you darkly and full of lustful intent.

Melissa then continued these extremely slow yet brutal thrusts, pumping the toy in and out of your aching pussy. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cum. Every thrust was just not enough stimulation for you to cum, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. You tried to beg, babbles of pleading erupting from your lips already after the second thrust and every one after that, begging her to go faster, to fuck you rough. But Melissa didn’t listen.

“You need to learn that we do things mommy’s way, little slut… If you’re good, I’ll let you cum… eventually…” Melissa reassured you, after the eleventh tortuously slow pump in and out of your cunt.

You’d lost any and all composure. All your babbling was incoherent now, and you had tears streaming down your face. But anytime Melissa asked you if it was too much or if you wanted to stop, you begged her to keep going, pleaded with the woman to not let you off easy. Melissa’s face washed over with pride every time you cried to her that you wanted desperately for her to continue.

“What do you want, baby…? You want mommy to make you cum right…?” Melissa wickedly purred into your ear, while continuing to fuck you dumb at a brutally slow pace.

You nodded lazily, too cock drunk to say anything but slurred words.

“Pleaseeeeeee mmmommmyy…” you whined.

“Cum for mommy, honey, I know you want to… know you need it…” Melissa purred lustfully.

With one finally thrust into your sobbing pussy, the tight coil wrapped around your entire body suddenly snapped. The most intense waves of euphoria you’d ever experienced crashed over you, and you rocked back and forth in Melissa’s lap, as the woman guided you to ride her dick faster as you came.

“That’s it, such a pretty whore for mommy…” the older woman breathed out.

After a few minutes, you’d fallen limp in the woman’s lap, her cock still buried deep inside you. Melissa chuckled at how you put up a whiny fight as she took you off her cock. You didn’t like the sudden emptiness she now left you with, you wanted to feel her all over you again. Wanted to feel full and owned again.

But Melissa stood up, walking into the kitchen to clean her strap-on, and when she eventually called you into the kitchen, she promptly cleaned you up, before going back to her cooking and acting as if nothing had happened.

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You are more than that part 2

Summary: You applied to be a third-grade teacher in Philadelphia in an attempt to quietly leave your partner behind and start a new chapter in your life. However, your boyfriend managed to get hold of your plans and applied for a crew member position at Abbott Elementary for a future project. What happens in that moment when Ms. Schemmenti investigates something concerning about your boyfriend. Will she initiate an investigation or support you?

Part 1

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Homophobia, mentions of violence, little angst, protective Melissa, mentions of church\religion, fluff, comfort, soft Melissa, dialogue in italian I translated it so sorry for any mistakes!

Author's note: Thank you guys so much for your support. I really appreciate it! It gave me confidence to write more. You asked for a second part, I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always appreciated!

Her eyes bore into him, a piercing gaze that dissected his bravado with a cold precision. The mocking cadence of her voice was a calculated symphony, each note playing a part in dismantling the illusion of toughness he sought to project. In that moment, she stood as the maestro of his humiliation, orchestrating a composition that reverberated with the echoes of his perceived arrogance.

A wry smile played on her lips, a silent challenge issued in the face of his posturing. The "bad boy" façade crumbled under the weight of her scrutiny, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface.

The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, a charged stillness that underscored the power dynamic in that fleeting moment. She had effortlessly seized control, one swing of her favourite bat. BAM darkness…

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As the sun began to rise over South Philodelphia Melissa was coming home from the hang out with her boys, as if you even can call it like such. Walk home was quiet. Morning fresh air was pleasantly giving a chilling sensation to her warm body. That was definitely what she needed. To ease her temper down, not even physically but mentally. She needs to think it through…

“How to explain to you what has happened? Why did she do that? Why are you important to her? Why does she even care in the first place? Why did she let you see her soft side?”

Even now she doesn't care about herself, what is going to happen to her after what she has done. That does not matter. She will be fine, if not she knows a guy. She will be fine. Redhead felt relieved that you were never gonna be in danger again. Now she is by your side and you are her family, even though she hasn't even done her move on you yet. Sure she kissed you, opened her heart and talked about her feelings. But officially ask you to be her girlfriend? Not yet. She doesn't want to force herself on you. Make you feel obligated to reciprocate her feelings because she did something for you. Maybe you just were under stress and all that was just emotions talking. She wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

While her thoughts carried her away from the chilly morning she was already at her doorstep. With her keys in her hand she tried to suppress the sound that might wake you up. Pressing the door with her body weight to smoothly push it open. Also she needs to consider her appearance might look quite scary with a bloody baseball bat in the other hand. As quietly as possible she sneaked in. Carefully putting her trustful weapon near the door entrance. Everything was smooth until her phone rang.

“Son of a bitch” she hissed out.

But when she saw a caller's id her temper dissolved.

“Ehi Vinny, hai finito quello che ti ho chiesto?"

(Hey Vinny, have you finished what I asked you about?) She whispered suppressing her voice. Even though you can’t understand the language she still was stressing a little bit.

“Già fatto capo”

(Already done boss) he answered humorously.

“Ma sai che sto aspettando il tuo fantastico branzino, le lasagne o la pasta? Magari a cena con te e la tua ragazza?".

(But you know I’m waiting for your amazing branzino, lasagna or pasta? Maybe dinner with you and your girl?) He asked teasingly

“Oh, fermati Vin, ti cucinerò tutto quello che vuoi. E perché tu sappia che non è la mia ragazza...".

(Oh stop Vin I’m gonna cook you whatever ya want. And so you know she is not my girl…) she sadly smiles at the last words. Little pang of sadness is somewhere deep in her heart.

“Non dirmi che non glielo hai ancora chiesto? Perché a mia memoria è stata la prima signora a cui hai riservato un simile trattamento... e a chiedere a me e ai ragazzi questo favore"

Don’t tell me you haven’t asked her yet? Because in my memory it’s been the first lady that you gave such a treatment… and asking me and da boys for this favour.)

“Oh, ma stai zitto! Non conosco ancora Vinny... È molto più giovane e questa notte è venuta da me piangendo istericamente, ovviamente l'ho aiutata. È la mia migliore amica. Quindi come potrei rifiutare?".

(Oh shut it will ya? I don’t know Vinny yet … She is much younger and she came to me this night hysterically crying, of course I helped her. She’s my best friend. So how could I decline?”) She fires back defensively, placing her hands under her chest.

“Per quanto mi ricordo, eri disposto a uccidere solo per Barbara... e se questa ragazza è più speciale della Leggendaria Barbara Howard. So che hai un paio di palle d'acciaio e tutto quell'abbigliamento da duro. Ma ti prego, cerca di sopprimere tutto questo in nome dell'amore! Per favore?".

(As far as I remember you were willing only to kill for Barbara… and if this girl is more special than The Legendary Barbara Howard. I know you have a steel set of balls and all that tough attire. But please try to suppress all this in the name of love?! Please?”)

“Oi da quando sei un signor Cupido?".

(Oi since when you are a Mr Cupid?) She sarcastically snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Da quando ho visto come i tuoi occhi fiammeggiavano di fuoco... se non ti avessi fermato... sarebbe morto”.

(Since I saw how your eyes were flaming with fire… if I wouldnt stop you.. he would be dead.) Vinny gently reminded her.

Melissa has a quick glance at the covered with blood baseball bat. Her pupils slightly delayed from the flashbacks from the night were flashing in her mind. Still fresh enough to relive every single detail. How Vinny practically dragged her out from James' pathetic trembling body. How she fired every single insult she could remember. How she could see only red in front of her eyes. The fury swallowed her alive only pure clear anger, hatred towards the coward boy who thought he could wronged her family.

"Sì, è quello che pensavo. Quindi usa il tuo paio di palle e chiedi. Vai a prendere la tua ragazza Schemmenti! E non dimenticare l'accordo che abbiamo fatto".

(Yeah, that’s what I thought. So use your pair of balls and ask. Go get your girl Schemmenti! And don’t forget about the deal we made) His voice became more serious in the last sentence.

"Sì, lo farai, grazie Vin, ci vediamo domenica alla cena di famiglia".

(Ya, ya gonna do that, thanks Vin gonna see you on the family dinner this Sunday)

As she hangs up the call. She can feel your eyes on her. When Melissa looked up at you her whole body relaxed. The tension on her muscles and stress dissolves when she sees your bare face, sleepy eyes and crazy morning hair. It gave her a sense of comfort and probably the taste of something so pure and cosy as a life together.

“Good Morning tesoro” She gestured to you to come to her warm embrace. To be completely truthful that was what you needed. Specially after the tough night.

“Did I wake ya up?” Redhead asked worriedly. Brushing your soft curls behind your ears. Her long manicured nails sent pleasant chills on your sensitive skin. Making you cling onto her tighter.

“No, no I heard you talking in Italian, I got a little carried away. It is such a rare occasion hearing you talking in your native language. And I’m sorry for listening to your conversation. But I couldn’t stop myself from listening to your voice in that beautiful language. You know your voice changes a lot when you switch languages?” You guiltily confessed. Avoiding looking directly into her mesmerising green orbs. Hiding into the crook of her neck.

But literally how can you not listen to Ms. Schemmenti talking in Italian?

So passionately, so hot.

“Hey, are you done hiding your face from me? It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you” She cupped your face in her gentle hands. Making you maintain eye contact. When you finally dared to look into her emeralds you could see the vulnerability. Real Melissa Ann Catrina Schemmenti.

When you placed your palms over her knuckles. She hissed and yanked her hand away.

“Cazzo” she swears under her breath while biting the tender flesh of her rosy bottom lip trying to suppress the pain.

It takes you a good minute to understand what caused the pain to the fiery redhead. And when you take a close look at her knuckles. You unconsciously gasped at what you saw. Her delicate skin was ripped in pieces, dried blood and deep wounds are evident on the back of her hand. For some reason your first reaction was to carefully take her damaged hands to your lips and kiss the pain away. This act made Melissa's heart flutter with love for you. This simple act of kindness made her unwillingly to shed some tears. It felt so good, so domestic to be taken care of. The pure innocent love behind your eyes while you kissed every small, deep painful cut on her milky flesh. The sweet glances you shared in that vulnerable moment. No need for words, just love and the happy bubble you created for each other.

In a while you dared to carefully stop your movements to give Melissa the right treatment. You went to the medicine cabinet that she usually keeps in the kitchen. Taking all the supplies you need you instructed the Ms. Toughness to take a seat on her bar stool. If it was not you she would kill the person who would tell her what to do. Oh please, she was too stubborn to listen to any direction from anyone but you, you were different. She even enjoyed listening to you and your directions.

Even though Melissa Schemmenti has been playing the “I am the strong one” card. Right now she needs to be taken care of. And your presence made it easier. She allowed herself to leave several groans of pain from the alcohol wipes that you were pressing to her damaged knuckles trying to clean the wounds. To ease the pain you blew on her reddened skin. Which made Melissa find it very adorable. How focused you were. How your eyebrows furrowed at every breath she takes. How did you make sure she was okay. How you asked her different questions to distract her from unpleasant feelings. As people say curiosity will kill the cat you mastered the courage to ask what she did to get this type of wounds…

“Will you tell me what you did to get those?” You asked while putting bandage on her now cleaned knuckles.

“It shouldn't be your concern, my darlin`” She purred out while batting her eyelashes at you.

“It's not a big deal. It has been worse. You should have seen the other guy.” She joked. Trying to dismiss your worry.

Then it suddenly occurred to you. The other guy… her damaged hands, her shushed phone call in Italian, the fact that she sneaked up to her home in the early morning and then you glanced at the bloody baseball bat near the entrance and all these puzzles made a whole new picture. “GUY - GUY - GUY” is the only thing you can hear in your mind… James. With all this pleasant calming bubble you have been in, the redhead made you forget the main sense of danger. Why do you even end up here in the first place. This is why you slept in your co-worker`s bed in the longing sense of comfort Melissa provided and now she might have problems because of your childishness and your cowardness. Not knowing how to solve your own problems might put her in danger. The only person who trusted and cared about you. Again you fucked everything up. Feeling absolutely overwhelmed with emotions and negative thoughts you couldn't take it anymore. And yet again you are about to do what you are the best at. Run away from all your problems.

Melissa took notice of your abrupt change in behaviour. As if it was in slow motion. She could practically predict your next move. And that when you decided to leave without a word said to your favourite person. It hurts you deeply knowing that you caused all the pain both physical and mental.Not to mention the potential issues she might face. The instant absence of your warmth on her sore flesh made her miss the feeling. But her reactions were faster than you. Her strong hand grabs your form arm which causes you to press against her body. You tried to move but she was much stronger than you.

“Let me go! I only cause problems to people I love” You cried out. Desperately trying to ease her grip on you.

“That's all because of me!, if I said “yes” to him or just stayed I wouldn't have added problems to you!” You tried to sound reasonable. But Melissa does not take any of this.

“First of all, it was purely my decision to help you out. Second, I cherish you and I couldn't just look at how he was treating you. And it is not only jealousy talking right now, even if you don't want to get romantically involved with me I still feel like I need to protect you. Because over this time you became my family and family that's what you kill for. What Italian would I be if I did not defend you.” She explained as calmly as she could. Even though hearing you talking down about yourself was hurting her more than this damn knuckles.

You were in shock from her confession. Processing every word that left her beautiful full lips. Oh god damn, you are losing your focus in her warm embrace and hearing her opening up to you again made you think a little about what she said. Maybe you should listen to her words and take charge of your life. Wait a minute what she said about killing – ?

“Di - did - did you kill him?” your voice trembled in fear.

“And that's the only thing you got from what I said?” She sounded disappointed.

“And to answer your question, no I did not kill him, my cousin saved him from me. Don't worry about James, he is still very much alive (unfortunately)” she whispered that part. “I will not get into trouble, so will you. I solved everything for you.”

“You did this for me?” You were so confused why would she do this for you and not ask you about anything in return.

“Of course I did. You are an important person in my life. You are my friend first of all. It is not fair for you to solve your problem on your own. I know you are very much capable of doing it yourself but I appreciate your vulnerability that you shared most intimate with me. It does not make you weak, on the contrary it makes you strong.” She spoke in a gentle calming tone.

You couldn't contain the tears you have been collecting since you came to South Philly. All the stress and fear started to catch up on you. Melissa's heart warming words made you cry. You were feeling everything at once: sadness, gratitude, love all this was so unknown to you to your lifestyle. No one has ever taught you how to react or what to do.

“I can guess that all this is just too much especially from your background, but sweetheart you need to learn your worth in your early twenties rather than in your late fifties like I did. It doesn't matter how you look, how you dress or what you do. He did not have the right to hit you or insult you in any way. His words are powerless. All he said to you were lies of a scared insecure man who wanted to manipulate and use you for his own pleasure or whatever the goal was. He wanted to be in charge. But it takes a huge bravery to break this cycle and you did honey. You took your happiness and life as a priority and left this asshole. I am so proud of you for asking for help.”

Her deep green orbs were looking at your tear stained face, still she thought that you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You have a heart of gold, so kind, understanding, gentle and grateful. You never took anything for granted. While having you in her arms, the tough redhead was nervous about the situations you two were in. Not exactly in a relationship but certainly something more than friends would have. Your confession to her last night was playing on repeat. She tried to find answers in her own head which will do no good. Her insecurities are still there in her mind and heart. Yes she gave you talk about self love but with her it was different she knew her worth but anxiety from being older than you was creeping in her. To let the thoughts settle down for a bit. She hugged you tightly making you even more emotional. She walked you two to the couch so you would feel more comfortable.

While you were laying on her lap you liked to play with her gorgeous curls. Which gave the Italian woman a pleasant sensation and just watching you being at peace with her felt like home. That feeling gave her a sense of bravery to ask you the most important question.

“I understand that ya have been through a lot, so that is why I want to know was all the talk we had about feelings the other night real? Or was it only emotions talkin`? We still can be friends ya know that I love ya unconditionally as s friend right? Even if you don’t want to date me or whatever I should call it in my age. I’m always here for you. I’m not gonna pressure you into something you are not ready for. Especially after what you experienced. We are in no rush at all. We have time tesoro.

“Well aren't you the one who did all this inspirational talk?” You nudged her trying to ease the tension.

She weakly smiled at you, still worry is evident in her greens. Which makes your heart pound painfully. Now is your time to express your feelings to the woman you've been dreaming about. You sat up straight on her lap. There is a small distance between you two and to be honest this is quite distracting. The feeling of her warm breath tickling your sensitive skin, the fast beating of her heart in her ribcage signals you her anxiety. You made a bold move by pressing your hand right on her heart. Try to ease the worry with your presence and eye contact. Silently telling the redhead that you are ready.

“Jokes aside, I find you a very attractive and hot woman Ms. Schemmenti. And all I said was pure truth. As it turns out I just need a stressful nudge to understand and confess my feelings for you. And thank god I did” You answered humorously.

Finishing up your statement by shortening the agonisingly long distance between your lips. Putting your hands into her voluminous hair giving it a little tug. She gasped at the unpredictable action. You use her confusion as a benefit giving her a soft warm kiss. Gently asking for permission with your tongue. She allows you but she bites your bottom lip slightly pulling in. Smoothing it right away with her tender tongue. Teasing the skin a little bit. Until she provokes a moan from your lips. Pulling you incredibly close to her. She is desperate to feel, no to believe that all of this wasn't a dream of her colourful imagination.

“I am always gonna protect ya my angel” She whispered in your ear. Sweetly kissing your earlobe.

And that is how the one impulsive decision helped you find your real home. As it turns out, not supposed to be a place. It is a loving person, a partner that has changed your boring life forever… Thanks to a certain Italian redhead for opening your mind and being an amazing friend and lover.

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whosophia · 2 months

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i am so enjoying this new caring, soft side of ava that s3 is sprinkling in.

and ava willingly admitting that she and janine are friends?! a love declaration if i've ever seen one.

#ava x janine #ava/janine #abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #avanine

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erinyaya · 17 days

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Philly 11

#melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary #digital art

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tableintheteacherslounge · 2 months

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MELISSA WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

That’s not just “I’m listening to you”

That’s I’m hanging on your every word

Every movement, every expression

Because I love you

#she’s simply in love you’re honour #abbott elementary #work wives #barbara howard #lisa ann walter #barlissa #abbott elementary season 3 #barbara x melissa #sheryl lee ralph #melissa x barbara #barlissa brainrot #melissa schemmenti #down bad

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church-of-lilith · 2 months

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love that they gave mr. johnson this moment. what a great way to end the episode

#if anyone needs me i’ll be over here crying #abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #mr. johnson

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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hi!! i love your fics!

i was wondering whether i can request melissa x reader with prompt 59, please

melissa doesn’t understand how r can find her body attractive so r proceeds to point out reasons why she loves mel and her body

you can choose the direction from there :)

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader

Summary— Melissa and Reader go to a Pennsylvania Education Gala. Melissa asks Reader about a compliment, so Reader shows Melissa exactly what she means… Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them as well as your request! I would love to write this for you!! I went with mainly fluff and a little smut at the end. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, mostly fluff, compliments, flustering, implied insecurity, implied self-worth issues, kissing, teasing, marking, light taunting, top/bottom relations, soft dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs, waiting by the door.

“Are you ready, ‘hun?” The redhead called out to you in the kitchen.

“Yea coming!!” You called back.

You popped out of the kitchen, finishing putting on your shoes with a smile. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Melissa. She and you were going to a PA education gala. And Melissa was wearing a long, fitting, dark green dress. You gulped and blushed slightly at the sight of the woman, coming up to her ready to go.

“You look… really good…” you breathed out the compliment.

Melissa looked away and blushed lightly.

She never could take a compliment.

“Oh hush now, we’re going to be late…!” The older woman exclaimed, dramatically dragging you out of the house.

The gala itself was a little boring. The only thing redeeming was the free alcohol and getting to see Melissa all dressed up and sexy. The redhead could feel your gaze on you all night.

Later on, as Melissa and you, arms linked were making your rounds to her colleagues. You eventually reached Barbara, one of Melissa’s closest teacher friends.

“Y/N, it is lovely to finally meet you, my dear!” Barbara exclaimed, taking you into a quick embrace, then pulling an older man into the conversation, “Melissa, Y/N, this is my husband.”

You all exchanged pleasantries, before Barbara began asking about you and Melissa.

“Yes, I am so lucky to be able to call this attractive woman my girlfriend…!” You exclaimed, squeezing Melissa’s arm in emphasis.

Melissas entire face practically went red at your comment, and she was quick to grab another drink to hide her reddened face. She cheekily nipped your side in retaliation, making you squeak.

After you and her had made all the rounds, the two of you sat at your table and shared a moment.

“Hey ‘Hun…?” Melissa spoke.

“Yea?” You chirped, looking at your redhead girlfriend.

“You… find this attractive?” She asked, your comment obviously still sticking out in her mind.

You gasped lightly at Melissa’s sudden vulnerable and insecure tone. It sounded like she was about to cry. You immediately took her hand in yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Of course I find you attractive, Baby… You are beautiful.” You comfort the woman.

Melissa then looked over to you with slightly watery eyes.

“You really mean that…?” She said in a cracked, wobbly tone.

Your heart nearly broke at the sight. You knew that Melissa hadn’t ever been loved and cared for properly, but it never ceased to make you distraught at how she wasn’t used to love and care and concern.

You took a deep breath and then got up. Melissa looked at you in question and confusion.

“Come on, Let’s go, Mel…” you hum under your breath.

“I… I don’t understand…” Melissa stammered, as you lead her by the hand out of the gala.

“Baby, we said our rounds to everybody, no one will think twice if we leave. And… there’s something I need to do.” You explain, hooking your arm around Melissa’s and leading her out into the cold night.

The drive home was fairly silent, you kept your right hand reassuringly wrapped around Melissa’s hands while you drove. You got home, and you had Melissa come sit with you on the living room couch. You placed a hand on your back and comforted the woman.

“What… what do you need to do…?” Melissa asked, recalling your comment as you had insisted on leaving the gala.

You turned to Melissa with a smile, then getting up and kneeling in front of the woman’s closed legs. Melissa breath caught in her throat, and she looked at you in question.

“I… w-what…?” She stammered, as you took her hands in her lap and comforted her.

You looked up at the woman with love and care in your gaze.

“It has come to my attention that you need to be reminded why you are so beautiful and attractive… and why you deserve to be showered with love.” You hum, bringing her hands to your lips and beginning to kiss each knuckle, one at a time.

Melissa blushed and turned her head to look away. You immediately stopped all your administrations.

“Nuh uh… look at me, amore…” you purr in insistence.

Melissa’s gaze bashfully turned back to you, her face reddened once more.

“Good girl, thank you, baby…” you hummed in praise, kissing her knuckles one by one once more.

Melissa watched your every move with growing and darkening pupils.

“God your hands are perfect…” you purred, as you began to kiss parts of her palms, “Not only do you use them everyday to help and educate your kids at school, but they’re so sexy…” you husked.

Melissa gulped and her mouth partially opened to speak (most likely to refute your compliments), but a firm cock of an eyebrow from you made Melissa sit in her flustered state and accept the praise.

Your kisses migrated to the redheads wrists and lower arms. You took even more time with each affectionate kiss, suck, and bite, leaving a few marks along the way.

“Your arms… are so strong and gorgeous…” you cooed lovingly, slowly moving from her left arm to her right, “You always hold up the weight of the world on them… But sometimes, it’s better to let people help you carry the weight, amore…”

Your kisses moved to her upper arms, and Melissa in response, instinctually opened her legs wide for you. You smirked and slotted yourself still on your knees, in between her legs, so that you were right up against the couch with your chest. Melissa’s heart and cunt flutter in tandem at your closeness.

Once you were satisfied with the arm kisses, you stood up and gave the woman your hand. She took it in curiosity and stood up.

“Your dress… The way it clings to your curves… the way the green accentuates your hair and eyes…” you hum, running your hands up and down the garment and her figure, “You look stunning, baby…”

Shivers run up and down Melissa’s spine. You then gently helped her out for the dress, letting it pool on the ground, before guiding Melissa to sit back on the couch.

You knelt back in between her legs, then proceeding to take her heels off. You kissed her feet, toe by toe, making sure to make eye contact with Melissa after each little suck, nibble, and kiss.

“Your feet… they’ve taken you so far in life… you’ve accomplished so much…” you purr, “And maybe one day, you’ll step on me with them…”

You said that last bit with a wink before moving on to kiss and suck along her legs and up to her knees, one leg at a time. Melissa nearly choked on her own breath from your words and wink. She hated to admit it, but all your praise was melting her heart. And making her wet…

You kissed and marked her legs up to her thighs, now on your standing knees looking up at Melissa.

“Your legs are precious… Also so strong, like the rest of you… They always look so pretty crushing my head…” you cooe cheekily, smirking at the end.

You spread her legs even further, before leaning down and starting to caress and love on her thighs. Melissas eyes fluttered and her mouth went silently open, as your hot mouthed kisses went towards her inner thighs, closer and closer to her core.

“Your thighs… they’re so thick and marvelous… love how they bounce when you walk… love how they suffocate me…” you husk.

Melissa had gotten the message. Her face was burning red and she was riled up enough. One of her hands snaked into your hair and tried to silently guide you or her core, implying how badly she needed you.

But you waved her off with ease, not done making your point. While one hand held her thighs open, your other snaked around the back of her neck. You looked up to the red head, guiding her to lean down toward you with your hand on her neck. You stared at the woman with unadulterated lust in your eyes and parted lips. Her gaze was now unabashedly meeting yours, filled with lust and joy.

You leaned forward and connected your lips to hers. Your lips intermingled with hers in a light, loving, yet passion filled kiss. But you pulled away much too soon to Melissa’s dismay, leaving her whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Your lips are better than perfection… they’re soft and plump… and so delicious…” you cooed lustfully into the redheads ear, “And your voice… God, I think I could cum from it alone…” you groaned out.

“Enough Cucciolina.” Melissa breathed out, her tone low, sultry, and filled with lust.

Your breath hitched at the pet name, and you bit your lip, awaiting the woman’s next words eagerly. Melissa then guided your head back down to her cunt. She gazed down upon you on your knees, her eyes dark and dominating, now believing in her power thanks to your praise and showing her.

“I keep hearing all this talk about how attractive you find me…” she purred, “That’s all talk… Why don’t ya’ show me, Cucciola…?”

Your eyes widened and you blushed slightly. Her hand then urged you face first into her clothed clit and you happily teased the woman through the thin material. You groaned, quickly taking your hand from her neck and scrambling to remove her panties. Melissa shifted her hips upward, and you quickly removed the lousy excuse for underwear, throwing it aside.

“You’re so beautiful…” you groaned, as you caught sight of the woman’s gleaming, slick pussy, before diving into her cunt and making Melissa’s head loll back with a moan.

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