#melissa schemmenti x original character

[gildedwillow]

she denies you until you're crying - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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"not yet," she purrs, lips brushing your ear as her fingers slow to a stop. you’re bound with her silk scarf, writhing against the sheets, begging like it’ll change anything. it never does

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melissa schemmenti x fwb!fem!reader

You're already shaking by the time she leans back on her knees.

The sheets beneath you are soaked with sweat, your own slick mess coating the inside of your thighs, and your arms are stretched above you, wrists tied tight to the headboard with her silk scarf—the expensive one she wore to work that morning, still smelling like her perfume and heat and that bossy tone she uses when she’s had enough of your mouth.

You thought tonight was gonna be quick. Just one of those nights where you text her something filthy and end up on her bed ten minutes later. But no—Melissa’s in a mood tonight.

She’s completely naked, sitting between your thighs, skin glowing under the warm bedside lamp. Her tits are flushed, lips glossy from earlier when she’d gone down on you just enough to get you dripping—and then pulled away the second you started to grind against her face.

Three times now. Three fucking times you’ve gotten close—sobbing, grinding, gasping for release—and she’s pulled back each time with a smirk and a soft, cruel little “Not yet.”

You’re a wreck. And she loves it.

Her hands are rough on your thighs as she spreads you wider, dragging your leg up over her shoulder like she owns you. "You're not gonna break, babe," she mutters, voice low and hot against your inner thigh. "You keep sayin' you can't take it, but look at you—still fuckin' beggin' for it."

Her fingers glide through your folds again, slow and lazy, barely dipping inside just to tease you. You're drenched, clenching around nothing, whining through gritted teeth as she circles your clit with maddening precision. Just enough pressure to make you twitch—never enough to get you there.

“Melissa, please…” Your voice breaks, raw and wrecked.

“You gonna cry again?” she teases, grinning as she leans in to kiss the inside of your knee. “Gotta say, I kinda liked that. You looked real sweet with tears on your cheeks and my name in your mouth.”

You let out a broken noise, hips rocking up toward her hand, trying to get more friction—anything—but she just presses your hips down hard with one arm, pinning you in place.

"Beg properly," she growls, her mouth against your neck as she pushes two fingers deep inside you without warning.

You gasp like she’s knocked the wind out of you. Her fingers fill you perfectly—long, thick, practiced—crooking just right on the first thrust. She knows your body too damn well by now, knows exactly where to press, how to angle her wrist, how to fuck you deep and hard while her thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless strokes.

The noise you make is helpless. Loud. You don’t care.

Your thighs tremble as she pounds her fingers into you, slow and deep, her wrist snapping just right so the heel of her palm brushes your clit with every thrust. She’s not being gentle anymore—she’s fucking you open with her fingers like she means to break you, groaning softly as your walls clamp down around her.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “There she is. There’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

You come hard—too hard, after all that teasing. Your back arches off the bed, toes curling, the orgasm crashing through you like a goddamn storm. You’re crying again, moaning her name over and over as your body convulses, thighs trying to slam shut around her hand.

But she doesn't stop.

Even as you're sobbing, still tied to the headboard, body twitching and too sensitive to handle more, Melissa pulls her fingers out slow and messy, watching the way you spasm beneath her. And then—without a word—she reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls out the vibrator.

You whimper when you see it. Your legs try to close again, but she’s already shifting between them, pushing them wide and flat against the mattress with a look that makes your chest tighten.

"Aw, baby," she says, smirking as she flicks the toy on and the low hum fills the room. "We’re not done yet."

You’re still panting, tears streaking down your temples as she presses the tip of the vibe right against your clit—and grins when your hips jump like you’ve been electrocuted.

“You came once. That just means you're warmed up.”

The vibrator hums against your clit, a steady, relentless pulse that’s already too much—and Melissa hasn’t even cranked the speed up yet.

She’s got one hand between your legs, holding the toy down tight against your overstimulated nerve endings, fingers firm against your inner thigh to stop you from squirming away. Not that it would help. Your wrists are still bound tight to the headboard, shoulders aching, hips pinned by her body, tears already spilling again from the intensity of it all.

“Shh,” she murmurs, voice low and wicked as she leans in close. “You can take it. You will take it.”

You sob her name, voice wrecked, thighs twitching with every cruel little buzz of the vibrator. Your clit is so sensitive it feels like your whole body’s on fire, nerves screaming, and Melissa’s just watching you—like she’s memorizing every single reaction.

“Fuck, look at you,” she breathes, licking her lips. “All sloppy and shaking and still beggin’ for it. You came so hard and you're still dripping, baby. You wanna come again, don’t you?”

You nod—pathetically, frantically, unable to say anything but "please" on repeat like it’s the only word you know.

She smirks, then shifts just enough so you can see her reach between her own legs with her free hand. Her fingers disappear between her thighs, and she lets out a quiet, ragged moan—like she’s been edging herself this whole time, holding out just for this moment.

"God, I'm so fuckin' wet just watching you like this," she says, voice hitching as she starts working herself in slow, lazy circles, still holding the vibrator steady against you with the other hand. “Tied up, fucked out, cryin’ for me—Jesus, baby…”

Your eyes flutter, overwhelmed, watching her fingers disappear between her folds as she rubs fast and messy. Her body rocks slightly, tits bouncing, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. She’s groaning your name now, breathy and wild, and when she starts to fall apart, you feel it—her whole body tensing as her hand presses the toy harder into your clit.

It’s too much—but it pushes you straight into your second orgasm, your body arching again, muscles locked tight as your climax tears through you like lightning.

You scream, thighs clenching around her arm, sobbing as you come again, harder than the first—your body too raw to handle it, but too needy to stop. Melissa’s moaning above you, chasing her own high right along with you, and then—

“F-fuck, baby—shit—”

She gasps and curses as she falls into her own orgasm, her hand soaked with slick as she grinds into her own fingers, head thrown back, hair a wild mess around her face. You’re both trembling now, a tangled, sweating mess of need and noise and filthy pleasure.

Melissa collapses forward for a second, panting against your shoulder, the vibrator finally switched off and tossed aside. But she doesn’t untie you yet.

Instead, with a lazy smirk, she holds up her slick-covered fingers—her slick, still glistening—and brings them to your mouth.

“Open,” she says softly. “You’re not done.”

You do. You open your mouth obediently, and she slides her fingers past your lips, making you taste her. She watches you suck them clean, moaning around her knuckles as you swirl your tongue, your eyes glassy and wrecked and so, so gone for her.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” she whispers, voice all gravel and heat.

And you swear, even as the taste of her lingers on your tongue and your body twitches with the aftershocks of two brutal orgasms, you’d let her do it all again.

Tied up. Crying. Coming on command. As long as it's her—only her—you’d take it every damn time.

Your body’s still twitching from the overstimulation, your thighs slick, wrists red and tender from the silk scarf, but the second Melissa unties you, you don’t waste a moment.

You throw your arms around her neck and crash your mouth to hers.

She makes a muffled noise of surprise, her body still hot and humming from her own orgasm, but she melts into you instantly, kissing you back just as deep, just as hungry. Your lips are sticky with sweat and slick, tongues tangling, noses bumping—it’s messy, desperate, so fucking real.

“Jesus,” she breathes between kisses, grinning against your lips. “Didn’t even give me a second to—”

You cut her off by grabbing her ass with both hands—hard. Full handfuls of her soft, perfect curves, pulling her flush against your soaked, trembling body. She groans into your mouth, rutting against your thigh on instinct.

"Want you," you gasp, your voice raw. "Wanna feel you… right here."

You shift, your fingers still gripping her ass as you guide her down onto the mattress with you. Your legs tangle together, heat meeting heat, skin sliding with slick and sweat. You line her up against you, her thigh sliding between yours, and then your cores connect—hot, swollen, aching—and you both gasp at the friction.

“Fuck, baby,” she groans, her hands flying to your hips as you start to grind down, slow and deep. “You’re so wet, you’re—shit.”

You moan loud as her body presses tighter against yours, your clits grinding together in a perfect rhythm—hips rocking, thighs trembling, the slide of your soaked folds making you both gasp and curse. It’s a different kind of messy now—not rough, not teasing—just raw, all need and connection.

And you can’t stop kissing her. You press your mouth to hers again, then trail hot, wet kisses down her jaw, to her neck, to her chest—until your mouth finds her nipple and you wrap your lips around it like you’ve been starving for it.

She cries out, her back arching, one hand flying to your hair as you suck her tit hard, licking and kissing while you keep grinding your soaked cunt against hers. You switch to the other one, just as greedy, your hand still on her ass, pulling her harder against you as your hips slap together.

Every grind sends another wave of heat through your stomach, sparks flying, your nerves all lit up again.

Melissa’s panting, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she watches you suck her tits and rub yourself raw against her. “God, look at you,” she groans. “So fuckin’ needy—riding my thigh like that, sucking on me like you’re mine.”

You moan at that—yours, yours, say it again—and she feels it.

“Yeah?” she pants, her grip on your hips tightening. “You wanna come like this? Wanna make a fuckin’ mess all over me, baby?”

You nod, still mouthing at her chest, your whole body rocking against hers as you chase it. The burn builds again—slower this time, but heavier, deeper—and your cries start getting higher, more desperate.

Melissa grabs a fistful of your ass and pulls you hard against her, grinding her own pussy against yours until the wet slap of skin fills the room.

“Come for me,” she growls, her voice hoarse and wild. “Do it. Soak me.”

And you do—your body locking tight, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as you come again, your clit pulsing against hers, your whole body trembling as you collapse against her, still clinging to her like you’ll break apart if you let go.

She holds you through it. Kisses the top of your head. Her chest rising and falling fast beneath you, her thighs just as soaked as yours.

Neither of you says the words you’re both thinking.

But the way you don’t stop touching her—arms wrapped around her waist, face buried in her neck—and the way she strokes your back and whispers “I got you” over and over?

Yeah. You don’t have to say it. Not yet.

[sapphicandgraphic]

The Girl Next Door

Synopsis: A new neighbor turns Melissa’s world upside down.

Chapter: 1/10 (The Party)

Series Warnings: Slow burn, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, protective Melissa, fem reader, age difference, WLW

Chapter Warnings: Drinking and drugs, adorable banter

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Chapter 1

Melissa’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what had woken her up. Then the unpleasant thump of bass resumed and she growled, kicking the tangle of sheets off her legs as she reached for the alarm clock on her bedside table.

“12:30 in the morning,” she muttered. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

Groping around in the darkness, she pulled on a pair of faded Levi’s and an oversized sweatshirt. Stumbling through the living room, she pressed her eye to the peephole and confirmed the coast was clear before unlocking the door and stepping out into the hall.

The unit directly across from hers was decorated in streamers and hand-drawn posters. The biggest one read “Welcome Home, Hotshot!” in black sharpie. Balling up her fist, Melissa pounded three times on the door.

You were standing in the middle of your new kitchen, just cracking open another beer when you heard a dull thump-thump-thump at the door. The counter was littered with half-empty liquor bottles, solo cups, and melting bags of ice.

“Can somebody get that?” you called over the crowd, tossing the bottle cap in the sink. “It’s probably the pizza.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and then pressed the cool bottle to your forehead, enjoying the relief against your flushed skin. Between moving back to the states, signing your lease, and successfully begging your old boss for a job, you were running on fumes.

A few moments later, Boone appeared at your side. His eyes were red and he had a spliff perched between his lips.

“There’s a woman at the door asking to speak to the owner of the apartment,” he said, pouring a shot of Jameson. “She seemed pretty pissed.”

You rolled your eyes, plucking the shabby little cigarette from his mouth and taking a quick drag before stubbing it out. “You can’t smoke in here,” you told him.

Boone snorted. “Copy that.”

You grabbed another beer from the fridge. Then, stepping over a pile of half-unpacked cardboard boxes, you shuffled around the edge of the packed party and down the short foyer.

One look at the redhead on your doorstep confirmed that she was definitely pissed. But your friend had failed to mention that she was also gorgeous, especially with her long hair tangled from sleep. Your eyes were drawn down to her pink lips, a flirtatious impulse suddenly overtaking you.

“You’re way too hot to be the pizza delivery guy.”

For a moment, you thought she might laugh. A series of emotions danced across her face—surprise, suspicion, disgust. Then she landed on outrage.

“‘Scuse me?”

You winced, scrubbing a hand over your face and blinking hard.

“Sorry,” you said, suddenly wishing the floor would swallow you whole. “I’m very jet lagged. And a little drunk.”

You stepped out in the hall properly.

“Let’s start over,” you said with an apologetic smile. “I’m guessing you’re one of my new neighbors?”

She didn’t smile back. “Ya guess right.”

Her low, raspy voice sent a pleasant shiver down your back. You popped the top of the beer and offered it to her. “Want to come in? We’ve got food on the way and plenty to drink.”

Melissa placed a hand on her hip, fixing you with an incredulous look. Twenty years ago, an invite from a pretty thing like you—tall, tan, with a tipsy glow on your face—might have been enough to tempt her inside.

“Turn down your shitty music,” she said bluntly. “Or I’m calling the cops.”

You laughed and she raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Did I say somethin’ funny?”

“No, no,” you hastened to explain. “It’s just…it is shitty music, isn’t it? Some Polish guy in on the aux and his playlist is a bunch of electronic house trance...”

You trailed off, distracted by the adorable frown on her face. She gave you one last puzzled look before starting to turn away.

“Wait—” you stepped forward hastily, stumbling a bit, not eager to let this woman out of your sight. She was like a firecracker, short fuse just begging to be lit. And you had a thing for danger.

Melissa rounded on you.

“Did I not make myself clear, hotshot?” Her eyes flickered to the shabby poster over your shoulder, clearly unimpressed. “Some of us got work in the mornin’.”

She noticed the furious blush that rose in your face.

“That’s a nickname,” you mumbled, before setting the beers on the floor and introducing yourself properly. Your outstretched hand hung in the air between you for a few seconds until she gripped it briefly. Her skin was soft, warm.

“I just moved back to Philly,” you explained. “I’ve been living abroad for a couple years.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “I don’t need your whole life story, kid.”

“Sorry,” you smiled, charmed by her prickliness. “Guess I’m a little rusty at making small talk.”

“Well ya got about a hundred people in there to practice on,” she said, flicking a tired hand toward your apartment.

You chuckled. “Ironically, I’m not so great at crowds,” you admitted, rubbing your neck awkwardly. “Sort of why I went AWOL in the first place.”

Melissa paused. All your bravado from a few seconds before seemed to slip away. She noticed the shadows under your eyes, the shy way you were smiling at her. Maybe she had been a little too harsh.

Then a particularly loud song crescendoed inside the apartment behind you, and she snapped out of it.

“See, you’re doin’ that whole life story thing again, hon,” she said, dropping your hand. “Tell those jabronis to pack up the DJ booth.”

She was about to disappear inside her apartment.

“Your sweater’s on backwards,” you called.

Melissa stilled, hovering on the threshold. Her back was turned, so you missed the small smile that hooked to the side of her face.

“Go to bed, hotshot,” she said, with none of her previous venom.

Then she was gone.

Chapter 2

[spicyschemmenti]

SMOKE AND SCARLET ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: mafia queen!melissa schemmenti x detective!fem!reader

synopsis: you’re a detective dead set on taking down the city’s most untouchable crime boss - melissa schemmenti. the job says you should put her behind bars but damn if you don’t want to kiss her first.

warnings: mild sexual tension, family ties to crime, organized crime, power imbalance, mention of violence/weapons, smoking, alcohol use

word count: 2k

author's note: let me know if you want to be tagged for this story and/or future melissa WIP'S. okay, not entirely sure i've got the whole 1920's theme down yet but i googled enough research to make it passable. i think

TAGS: @mako-mermaids2021

CHAPTER ONE

The speakeasy on 9th Street is packed, buzzing with heat, liquor, and the low hum of a jazz band playing something slow and sultry in the corner. The scent of cigarette smoke clings to the air, mixing with cheap perfume and the bite of whiskey. It’s the kind of place where people come to drown secrets, strike deals, and forget the world outside. And right now, you’re standing dead center in the lion’s den.

Melissa Schemmenti’s place.

You adjust your fedora, tugging it lower to hide just enough of your face. The bouncer barely gives you a glance when you walk in, which is good. You’ve been in and out of enough of these places to know how to blend in, how to move like you belong. Still, your fingers twitch toward your side, where your revolver sits snug beneath your vest. Not your only weapon.

Strapped to your thigh, hidden beneath the folds of your slacks, is a dagger, small, sharp, and ready if things go south.

You push through the crowd, eyes scanning the room. The joint is alive with movement—flappers twirling in their beaded dresses, men in pressed suits laughing over cigars and high-stakes poker. Someone’s luck is running out at one of the tables; you can hear the frustration in his voice. You don’t care. You’re not here for games.

You’re here for her.

And just like that, you spot her.

Melissa Schemmenti sits in the far corner, sprawled out in a way that tells you she owns the damn place. One leg crossed over the other, cigarette in hand, red curls framing her face like firelight. Her lips are painted that deep, dangerous red, same color as the silk dress hugging her like a second skin. She laughs at something someone says, but you can tell she’s not really listening.

Because she’s looking at you.

Your breath stalls for half a second. You force yourself to look away, playing it cool. You’re not here for her. Not really. You’re here for information — names, deals, anything that can give you an edge.

But her gaze is a weight you can feel even when you’re not meeting it.

You make your way to the bar, sliding onto a stool. The bartender eyes you for a second before grabbing a glass, his voice low.

“She noticed you.”

“I noticed.”

He smirks and pours your drink — scotch, neat. Expensive, older than you are, and smooth as hell when you take a sip. The burn slides down your throat, warming you from the inside out. You focus on that, on the job.

But then

A presence. Close.

“You know, doll,” a voice purrs beside you, rich and teasing, “if you’re gonna keep starin’, you might as well buy me a drink.”

Melissa.

You don’t turn right away. You take another sip, letting the moment stretch just to see if she’ll wait. When you finally glance over, she’s closer than you expected, leaning in just enough that you catch the faintest hint of her perfume. Something warm, heady, like vanilla and smoke.

Up close, she’s even more stunning, green eyes flickering with something unreadable. Amusement, maybe. Curiosity.

Trouble.

“Didn’t realize I was staring,” you say, setting your glass down.

Melissa chuckles, and damn, it’s a nice sound. “Oh, honey, you were. But I don’t mind.” She tilts her head slightly, dragging her gaze over you, slow and deliberate. “Nice suit.”

You smirk. “Nice dress.”

She lifts a brow, clearly entertained. “Oh, I know it is.”

It’s a game now, and you both know it. She leans in a little more, the tips of her fingers grazing the rim of your glass. Then, without breaking eye contact, she picks it up—your scotch—and takes a slow, deliberate sip.

She makes a damn show of it, too.

When she sets the glass back down, her lipstick is stamped against the rim, deep red against the crystal. “Good choice,” she murmurs, licking a stray drop from her lower lip. “I like a girl with taste.”

Your pulse kicks up.

You should walk away.

But you don’t.

Instead, you match her smirk, fingers curling loosely around the glass. “Didn’t take you for the type to steal drinks from strangers.”

She hums, eyes flicking down to your lips, then back up. “You ain’t a stranger, are you, detective?”

Your stomach tightens. You don’t react—don’t let it show—but she knows. Of course she does.

She leans in just a little closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Be careful in a place like this, sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice dripping with something just shy of a warning. “Somebody might think you’re up to somethin’.”

Then, before you can fire back, she presses a kiss to your cheek—soft, fleeting, but leaving behind the faintest trace of whiskey and lipstick.

And just like that, she pulls back, turning on her heel. The silk of her dress clings to her in all the right ways as she moves through the crowd, hips swaying like she knows you’re watching.

Hell, you are.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you exhale, gripping your glass a little tighter.

Then, just as you’re getting your head straight again, a figure slides into the seat Melissa just left.

Your informant.

“Pretty little moment you two had there,” he mutters, scratching at his beard. “Almost forgot you were workin’.”

You shoot him a look. “Tell me you’ve got something.”

He grins, tapping his fingers against the bar. “Depends. What’s it worth to ya?”

You reach into your coat and slide over a bottle of whiskey — top shelf, expensive.

He whistles low. “Ain’t you just my favorite.”

You lean in. “Start talking.”

And he does. A drop spot. A shipment. A drug handoff, set to go down in two nights.

Bingo.

You take a slow sip of your scotch, feeling the pieces start to slide into place. When the informant finishes, you nod, slipping him the bottle before standing.

Time to get to work.

You tug your fedora back into place and step out into the cool night air, already running through a plan in your head. You’ll go back to your office, lay it all out, start mapping the raid.

But as you walk, your mind drifts back to red curls, green eyes, the ghost of whiskey and lipstick on your cheek.

Trouble.

And yet, you can’t shake the feeling that you want just a little more of it.

The night air bites at your skin as you step out onto the street, the glow from the speakeasy still flickering behind you like a half-whispered invitation. Smoke clings to your clothes, cigarettes, whiskey, a hint of something floral, something warm. Melissa.

You roll your shoulders, trying to shake it off, but the weight of her lingers. The smirk, the sip of your drink, the press of her lips against your cheek like a goddamn brand. You should be pissed. Should be focused on the job, on the lead burning a hole in your pocket. But your mind keeps playing the same scene over and over, like a record you can’t quite pull the needle from.

You exhale sharply and pull a cigarette from the pack in your pocket, tucking it between your lips before striking a match against the brick wall beside you.

The flame flickers, casting sharp shadows across your face as you take the first slow drag. Smoke fills your lungs, bitter and warm, curling lazily in the cool night air. It settles something in you. Not much, but enough to get your feet moving.

The city is quieter out here, away from the music and the laughter, but it never really sleeps. A car rumbles past, headlights sweeping across the pavement. Somewhere down the block, a couple argues in hushed tones, their voices rising and falling like waves. You let the sounds wash over you, the cigarette dangling from your fingers as you turn down a narrow alley and make your way toward your office.

It’s a small place, tucked above a tailor shop that does good work if you know how to ask for it. The old man downstairs barely acknowledges you when you pass through the back entrance, too wrapped up in his own business to care about yours. The stairs creak under your boots as you climb, and by the time you push the door open, your cigarette is burned down to the filter.

You stub it out in the tray on your desk, then toss your fedora beside it. The room is a mess of papers, maps, half-empty glasses, and case files stacked too high for comfort. You ignore it all, pulling the slip of paper from your pocket instead, letting your eyes run over the words for the tenth time.

Friday night. The docks.

You exhale, slow.

You should’ve seen it coming. The docks were prime real estate for a drop. Plenty of places to stash cargo, easy routes in and out. And it wasn’t just any territory. It was Schemmenti territory. Which meant if Melissa wasn’t there personally, she’d have her best people watching it.

Some of those people? Probably your people.

You rub a hand over your jaw, already feeling the headache creeping in. Family meant something in this city. Blood was blood, and no matter how far you tried to step outside of it, there were always threads pulling you back in. You had cousins, uncles, maybe even a couple of old friends who worked for Melissa. Maybe not in the high ranks, maybe not in the rooms where the real power sat, but they were there. And if they were there Friday night?

That was gonna make things complicated.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders before reaching for the bourbon tucked in your bottom drawer. You don’t bother with a glass this time, just twist the cap off and take a slow pull. The burn is a welcome distraction, something to pull your focus back where it needs to be.

You walk to your desk, shoving some papers aside until the old city map underneath is fully visible. The docks stretch along the edge, a mess of warehouses, shipping crates, and alleyways that could swallow a person whole. You press your fingers against the paper, tracing possible entry points, trying to think three steps ahead.

You’ll need backup. Cops you trust, which isn’t exactly a long list. There are plenty on the force who’d sell information for the right price, and if you make the wrong call, this whole thing is over before it starts.

You take another swig of bourbon, letting the heat settle in your chest.

This is gonna be messy.

But you knew that the second you stepped into that damn speakeasy tonight.

You sit back in your chair, dragging a hand through your hair. You should be thinking about the job. About Friday. About the fact that this could be the moment that actually lands you something real—something that could crack the Schemmenti family open and leave them bleeding.

Instead, your thoughts drift.

Back to the bar. Back to her.

Melissa fucking Schemmenti.

The way she leaned in, all confidence and heat, like she already knew exactly how you’d react to her. The way she dragged her gaze over you, slow and deliberate, like she was taking her time. The way she lifted your glass and took a sip without breaking eye contact, her lipstick marking the rim, her tongue sweeping over her lower lip afterward.

She had known. The whole damn time, she had known.

You exhale through your nose, flipping your lighter open and shut absentmindedly, the soft metallic click filling the quiet of the room.

Melissa was dangerous. Not just because of the power she held, not just because she could make one phone call and have you buried in the river by sunrise. No, she was dangerous because she knew exactly how to play you.

And that should piss you off.

But all you can think about is the way her lips felt against your skin.

You groan, reaching for another cigarette, striking a match against the table’s edge.

Focus.

Friday night. The docks.

No distractions.

No mistakes.

You take a deep drag, the smoke curling lazily in the air as you let the plan settle into place.

No matter what the hell Melissa Schemmenti thought this was. No matter what game she thought she was playing. This ends your way.

And if she gets in your way?

Well.

You’ll deal with that when the time comes.

CHAPTER TWO

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

Red Rover, Red Rover Part 1.

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem Reader

Summary: You convince your wife, Melissa, to take in a stray dog until you can find its owner. She reluctantly agrees, reminding you that the pup will end up in the pound if no one comes forward. Spoiler: The dog doesn’t go to the pound.

WC: 1.8K

No warnings apply :)

One Monday afternoon, Barbara burst into the teachers’ lounge with a hand clutching her pearls. “Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too! There is a dog running amok through the school, it almost knocked my kindergarteners over on our way to lunch,” she yelled.

You shot up out of your chair in excitement, you loved dogs and considered yourself to be a friend to all of them. You were determined to befriend this one as well. Without a word, you ran into the hallway with Melissa hot on your heels. She knew very well that if you were left to your own devices, whatever mutt was wreaking havoc in the school would be going home with the two of you.

Following the sounds of teachers yelling at children to get back to class, you were able to locate the intruding pup pretty quickly. The flash of red fur bolted back and forth between classroom doors, just trying to find someone who was willing to love and play with them. Melissa kept an eye on it while you ducked into your classroom for a split second to grab the tennis ball from your desk drawer- you kept one to erase scuff marks on the floor and Mr. Johnson loved you for it. Once you returned to the hall you got down on your knees and bounced the ball a couple of times to get the pup’s attention.

“C’mere puppy! Look, I’ve got a ball, you wanna play fetch? Hi puppy,” you cooed and patted your lap. Melissa whistled and the cocker spaniel bounded over to the both of you, very interested in the ball and the promise of attention. Though the pooch stayed just an arm’s length away, you could tell it didn’t have a collar and was a little too skinny. “Baby, could you grab my sandwich from the lounge please? I think this cutie might be hungry. And maybe a rope from Mr. Johnson so I can make a make-shift leash,” you asked and the redhead obliged.

While you waited for her to return, you tossed the tennis ball down the length of the hall and watched the excited dog chase it and bring it back. You were surprised when the dog gently placed the ball at your side each time. After a few rounds, Melissa returned with your sandwich and a shot rope, and sat with you on the ground. The dog immediately started sniffing and getting closer, eager to steal the food.

You pulled apart the sandwich, removing the bits of lettuce and tomato. You held up a piece of turkey and said, “Sit!” The dog very politely sat on its haunches, looking at you expectantly. Impressed by how smart the pup was, you tossed the turkey in its direction and it gobbled it up. After a few more tricks, you decided to try and get the dog closer to you so you could get the rope around its neck.

“Hi sweetie, why don’t ya come over here so I can love on ya,” you kissed at the pup and placed the last piece of turkey on your lap. The pup felt safe enough to take the snack and immediately rolled onto its back, submitting to you as you gently pet the soft fur. “You’re twins, Mel! You’re both redheaded and melt at my touch,” you teased your wife with a smile and she lightly swatted your arm. “She’s awfully cute, isn’t she? She looks just like Lady from Lady and The Tramp!” You stuck your bottom lip out and flashed the biggest puppy dog eyes possible at her.

Melissa pursed her lips, “She’s adorable hon, but we are not taking her home.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes before reaching out to pet the Lady look-a-like herself. The dog wiggled onto her stomach and army crawled over to Melissa. Once she was practically in her lap, she sat up and licked the tip of Melissa’s chin as if to say ‘please love me’. You watched as your wife’s face squished, earning her more kisses from the sweet pup.

“Baby, please! Even if it’s just to give her a place to stay until we find her owners,” you begged. Jacob rounded the corner with a bag from the pet supplies store down the street.

“No, Y/N. You’re gonna get attached and then I’m the one who’s gonna have to hold you while you cry when the owners pick her up. She’s gonna break your heart. And who’s to say we’ll even find the owners? What if we have to drop her off at the shelter, hm?”

Jacob dumped the contents of the bag on the ground, startling the pup who leaned closer into Melissa for protection. You smirked when you noticed her hold the sweet dog closer to her chest to make her feel safe. “As soon as I heard we had a cutie on the loose, I ran down the street and got one collar of every size and a leash, a couple of cans of food, and a bag of treats so we could capture them safely,” he said, out of breath.

He kneeled down next to Melissa while she held the pup and tried on a couple of the collars. Once he found the perfect fit, he attached the leash and handed it to you, sitting down to love on the cocker spaniel as well.

“Mel, I promise I’ll be okay either way. We can put up posters, put an ad in the paper, call vet offices to see if any pets have been reported missing, we can-“

“Oh, I can help! Let me snap a pic of her real quick and I can have a found poster ready in the next five minutes! Ten if you want it to look professional,” Jacob interrupted, eager to help. The redhead rolled her eyes and handed the pooch over to you as she stood up.

“Fine. But you have one week. After that, pipsqueak is going to the shelter. You better find somewhere to keep her until school’s out, lunch is almost over and the kids don’t need to be distracted more than they already are.” She smoothed her shirt and pants before helping you off the ground. You thanked her with a kiss and smiled wide at her before carrying the little lady to the lounge, Jacob trailing close behind.

Teachers took turns watching over the cocker spaniel while classes resumed until Ava walked in for a cup of coffee and said, “Aw hell naw”. Mr. Johnson confessed it was you and Melissa who decided to keep the dog in there. She stomped her way back to her office and pressed the intercom button. “Mrs. Schemmentis, please report to my office in regards to your furry friend.”

You asked Jacob to keep an eye on your students while you ran down to the office. Melissa was already there when you arrived, arms crossed. “I don’t care which one of you does it, but someone needs to take that dog home, it can’t stay here another minute,” Ava demanded. You sighed heavily before looking over to Melissa who raised a brow at you.

“I’ll take her home, my last period is planning anyway. Not like I’m gonna miss much,” the redhead said. You were shocked that she offered before you could, but your kids had a test that afternoon that they couldn’t miss and you really needed to stay.

“Thank you, Mel! I promise you won’t have to be alone with her for too long. I’m just gonna stop and grab a crate for her on my way home later,” you kissed her on the cheek and watched her roll her eyes. She knew you were already attached to the animal.

“Alright lovebirds, get outta here,” Ava dismissed you with a wave of her hand.

When you finally made it home with a crate and supplies for the week, you found Melissa curled up on the plastic wrapped couch fast asleep with the ball of fur tucked into her elbow. You snapped a quick photo and sent it to Jacob with the caption ‘Red’s gone soft, might end up with a dog by the end of this after all’. He responded with a simple red heart and a ‘sweet dreams, Big Red and Little Red’.

So as not to wake them, you quietly made your way upstairs to set up the crate in the spare room. You finished fairly quickly and walked back downstairs to see your wife sitting on the couch reading a book with the dog on the floor by her feet, almost as if she didn’t want to be caught enjoying the dog’s company. “Hi baby, have a good nap?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, slept pretty well. I told the pipsqueak she wasn’t allowed on the couch but she must’ve hopped up when I was asleep.” She placed the book on the table and invited you to sit next to her.

“Uh huh, sure,” you said, giving her a knowing look as you rounded the side of the couch to snuggle into her. The dog jumped up and curled up between the two of you, and before Melissa could tell her no you reminded her that the couch was protected by the ridiculous wrapping. She agreed the pup would be allowed on the couch but made sure you knew she wasn’t going to be sleeping in your bed.

Bedtime rolled around quickly and you led the ball of fur into the spare room to put her in the crate for the night. You made her a bed with blankets and gave her a treat for being a good girl, closing the door behind you as you headed to your own room. Just as you laid your head on Melissa’s chest- your favorite place to sleep- and closed your eyes, the pup started howling. Melissa sighed and you untucked yourself from her arms to quiet the dog. You sat beside her crate until she was asleep and you quietly made your way back into bed. Wrapped in Melissa’s arms once again you started to fall asleep, only to be startled awake by the cries coming from the other room. This time, Melissa got up and left the room, returning less than a minute later with the pup in tow. She sat the dog on the bed, resumed her position and pipsqueak found herself a soft spot at the foot of the bed.

She pulled you back into her arms and kissed your forehead. “Sucker,” you whispered.

“Neither of us woulda gotten any sleep if it had continued. We’re not keeping her. I love you. Good night.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”

[cosmicanemoia]

Caged Hearts

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

After one too many failed and traumatic relationships you gave up giving love chances but then you met her. The one who you'd tear the walls you've built for, Melissa Schemmenti.

You're good at reading people. Their motives, true colors, and what they would do in a given situation or certain situations. Safe to say you're never wrong, except when you fell for them, and when love comes to picture, that's a whole different story.

Love blinds you. It makes you uncertain about things you are certain about. Though, you give it a chance, lots of chance, but then they break, and break, then break you even more. You decided not to give love a chance any more, "never again" you promised to yourself, but you got sent to Abbott Elementary as their new academic coordinator by the government (the last one quitting because the pay is low and the school doesn't have much budget) and you met a hot headed red head. "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti" you recall her introducing herself to you and your heart bangs your ribs wanting to be let out.

"What are you doing here? You have a kid here? What's you're name?" Melissa bombarded you with question but you were too stunned to speak. "Hey kid, why are you here?" The world kid pulled you out of your trance "sorry, I was too stunned by your beauty I could not form words or sentences for a moment" you said which made her took a step back not believing what she just heard, looking around checking if its real, you saw her response and you complimented the woman beside her who you've come to know as Barbara, but not in a flirty way "You're very beautiful too, Ma'am" you said as you slightly bow your head down to her "such a gentle woman, thanks, dear" Barbara nudge Melissa with her elbow "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti. Second grade teacher" she introduced herself and Barbara did too and gives you a hug out of nowhere, Janine joined in, and you cleared your throat after a few seconds making them back out. Jacob introduces himself and Gregory did as well.

Ava reached her hand out to you and say "Principal Ava Coleman. Are you too stunned by my beauty that you can't form words again?" Before you could response Janine butted in "Do you think I'm beautiful too?" You just smiled at her and nod. Melissa introduces the man who came to took the trash but you already know him so you greeted him "Hi! Mr. Johnson" "Oh hey, bye" Mr. Johnson replied and went. Ava inquire "you already knew him?" "Yes. It seemed that I went here too early, he showed me around. He's a funny guy" you said and Melissa replied "Oh yes. I have a guy for everything and he's my funny guy. He's also my plumber guy" "you have a guy for everything-- that's so cool" you said and your casual attitude change into your business attitude, you clear your throat covering your mouth with your closed fist and say "Principal Coleman, can we talk in private?" "Sure come by my office, we could do more than talk there" the principal said and you just laugh nervously "ok"

"That poor woman" Barbara commented after you're out of sight "she seem to like what's going on" Melissa replied and Barbara gave her a warning look "I didn't mean it Barbs" Melissa explained.

The moment your eyes meet hers, you felt something. When she showed you kindness, you know she'll give you a lot of trouble, so you took a deep breath and starts building a wall around her, which you willingly take down every now and then, you keep your guard up, but not even the strongest soldier can keep their guard up if someone they might "love" asks to bring them down. That word makes you hurl, makes you want to vomit, even when you just thought of it for a second, so you try very hard not to.

Your heart, mind, and guts is telling you the same thing, that she's actually a good person, that she genuinely care, but you know you have feelings for her, so maybe not. You know it's wrong to think that, but you just can't help but second guess anyone you have feelings for, especially when they're so kind.

Melissa is tough, speaks her mind. She tried to hide her softness, and you think she just needed a hug.

You flirt but you never commit. You let yourself feel something, but you quickly take a step back whenever you feel it could lead to something more.

What may be a harmless and a little mischievous flirting for you, sometimes might have lead to someone being led on.

Melissa and Barbara were at their usual table, while Janine, Gregory, and Jacob were in the table just behind the duo. Ava barges in, flipping her hair from side to side, with a gorgeous woman in tow, she's about your age, everyone thinks so. Ava and the other woman scans the room, obviously looking for someone who is not yet there.

"Who's she?" Melissa inquired, speaking everyone's mind. Ava looks at the woman "I don't remember. But she's looking for Y/N, said she's her girlfriend" Ava looked at Melissa when she said the word 'girlfriend', Melissa crosses her arms on her chest and let's out a quiet scoff only her friend could hear.

"Oh, Hi!" Janine squealed "You're so beautiful" she said with so much enthusiasm, it made Ava's eyes roll to the back of her head in annoyance. "Makes sense. You're both hot and beautiful" Jacob commented then Gregory raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement. "What's your name, dear?" Barbara asked and before the woman could answer, you open the door and walks in while your eyes are fixated on the food you were holding. Halfway in the room, you notice the silence, and you halt, you look up and look around, you narrowed your eyes, waiting for someone to tell you what's going on, you open your mouth to ask something but Melissa beat you to it "You just walk past your girlfriend" "I don't--" your reply is interrupted when someone suddenly give you a back hug, you flinched and tried to escape, but your reaction time is so slow, now your trapped.

"You're Y/N, right? I saw your pictures, you look more amazing in person" you turn to face her and push her away softly, you took a few step backwards to distance yourself from the beautiful stranger "I'm sorry but who are you?" "Don't you know your girlfriend?" You look at Melissa, confused by her question 'what girlfriend?' You think to yourself and you smirk at her understanding what's going on 'is she jealous?' You asked yourself and you scoff internally at the thought, slightly amused. "I don't have a girlfriend" you defended "I'm Jade. And we have a date" Jade said "Oh. Jade. You're the one they set me up with" you said thinking back on your silly friends "Yes, that's me. Didn't you see my picture?" She confirmed "I didn't bother to look. I thought they were bluffing.-- So, you're my date, not my girlfriend" you said and it relieves Melissa a little. "Yes and no. We'll go on a date, I'll end up in your bed, and I'll be your good little girlfriend in no time" Jade said and you just reply "Uh huh" "being your date and being your girlfriend is basically the same thing" she added, and Melissa scoffs in response, Barbara enjoying her friends reaction to the conversation, you say firmly "it is most certainly not" Melissa chuckled at your statement.

A few hours later you went to the date, after less than twenty minutes during the date you confronted the woman that you are not looking for a relationship, she understood, and you both ended up being friends.

You went in early to school and went to the teacher's lounge to make something to drink, there is only one other person in. You see Melissa drinking something, looking at something on her phone, you didn't bother her and just went to the vending machine. Melissa looks up and see you getting an energy bar from the machine, "How's your girlfriend?" Melissa teased and you tease back "I won't know if you don't tell me. How are you my baby?" You sit next to her, on her right, not wanting to sit on her best friends place looking at Melissa with puppy eyes and she just scoffs at you. "How's your good little girlfriend?" She paraphrased, it sounded like a mock. "FYI. She did not become my 'good little girlfriend' nor did she end up in my bed. And I was not looking forward to be her girlfriend, although, a beautiful woman wanting to end up in my bed sounds promising" you replied trying to convince no one, making Melissa's heart warm and swell up, she's now grinning ear to ear "Dinner. My place, just you and me"

This time the flirting got too much, you don't know how it happened, Melissa invited you to dinner. DINNER! at her house! Just the two of you. Then your vision blur and your face turn red.

"Now that's a good one" you point and nod at her "If that's a real offer I would decline, but it wasn't, so, sure. I'll play along" you added "I'm not kidding yah, kid. Let's have dinner" Melissa defended "Oh, so I'm a kid now, that's not what you were calling me earlier, baby" a smirk starts to show on your face. She just stares at you and you decline "I can't. I have a thing" Melissa's ego is bruised a little "You have a flipping thing so you can't. Okay. That's totally understandable" she said sarcastically and looks at you with a straight face "Yes. Thanks. Maybe some other time, we should invite the others as well" you declined again and she's just sitting there with an unreadable expression on her face, but you're getting the vibe that she wants to beat you up, hearing her in your head saying 'you don't know who you're messing with', you see her looking away from you "Sorry, babe. I swear I have a thing so I can't" Melissa rolled her eyes and scoffs at you "Whatever kid. Just admit that you won't have dinner with me because you truly think I'm too old for you" She looks down to hide her smirk, pretending to be sad. "What? That's not--" you were interrupted "Sure, kid. Whatever helps you sleep at night" Melissa's smirk grew wider and wider, she knew what she's doing and you have not yet catch up on it.

She's guilting you into saying yes, and with those eyes, now looking at you with so much anticipation, how could you say no 'it's just a friendly dinner and nothing more' you said to yourself but you know deep down, in your caged heart, it is something more.

"Fine. I'll have dinner with you, at your house" you finally cave in. Melissa looks up to look at you, the smirk she had, have turned into a wide grin, making you suddenly realise what she just did. "Come by my place at six" Melissa proudly said, so you try to burst her bubble "I see what you did there" but ended up kind of complimenting her, "I'll show you some more on our dinner date" Melissa said which made your eyes grow wide, not by her showing you 'more', but by her saying its a dinner date  "I don't doubt that for even a second-- so, it's  a date, huh-" you said and she shakes her head "what do you think it is?" She asked, you answer "like not a date, just something" you shrug "you're seriously so thick" she told you "oh my, thank you for the compliment. I could certainly say the same thing about you" she rolled her eyes, sick of you playing the fool, she sighed, and someone enter the room, bursting their bubbles and bringing them back to reality.

You are now in your lonesome trying clothes to wear for your date with Melissa. You applaud her for how she played you, but you can't believe how you let yourself be played and how you play along, how would you let her play you. 'Ah, shit. Here we go again' you told yourself before leaving your place.

You are now sitting infront of Melissa, eating her delicious home cooked meal.

"Why'd that beautiful woman didn't end up in your bed?" Melissa asked out of the blue "Eh, she's too young for me, and she's not my type" you answered her "too young? She's literally your age" she scoffed "exactly, too young, for me at least" you replied "What's your type, then?" You look up from your food already meeting her gaze, you almost blurted 'you' but you didn't, you describe her instead "short tempered, red head, leather wearing woman, who's great at cooking, uses her said 'old age' into making people to come have dinner with her. You know anybody like her?" She scoffs and tries to hide the red on her face that is now matching the red of her hair. After a minute of composing herself she finally answers your question "No. I don't think I do, but I know a guy who knows a guy who might" "of course you do"

You burst out laughing and the sound of your laughter warms and lights Melissa's house, she watch at the sight infront of her thinking 'I would love to get used to this' "I have something to say" she said way too loudly, the neighbors can hear, you look at her, willing and ready to listen "I'm all yours" you said with a sultry voice, Melissa sighed and thinks 'I wish' to herself.

"I've always keep people at arms length. Especially the people I find hot and am attracted to-- I flirt here and there, sometimes even date, but never something more, something real" you listen intently to every word she said, thinking to yourself 'same', you  and Melissa simultaneously took a deep breath and she continues "But you... You. When I met you, and get to really know you, somehow my walls came crashing down on me, but it didn't hurt- not even a little bit. I'm just glad. Glad that you came in to my life, glad that you took the walls down, and super glad to have asked you to have dinner with me. I'm so grateful that I get to hear your laugh and see your smile, and its because of me" the tears that have been falling from her eyes earlier, only got notice now that she's finished her speech, she brought her hands to wipe her tears and eventually cover her face "I'm sorry-" "stop" you commanded her and she followed.

You stand up from your seat and walk towards her, you hugged her. The warm of your embrace made Melissa hum in response. A couple of minutes later you break the hug and cup her cheeks, wiping some tears away using your tumb "you stole my line, you thief" you said and it made her chuckle "what do you mean? you won't know when I steal from you" you wanted to say 'I know. Cause you've stolen my heart long ago but I only notice earlier, when I saw you crying' but you didn't, instead you just say "I mean I was supposed to say that because that's exactly how I feel as well-- Everything you just said, all of it. Me too--"

You pulled each other into a kiss, your mouths working as one. Each minute the kiss starts to deepen. It gets sloppier every couple of seconds. The desperation, the passion, and the hunger, sated by each others tongue on the others' mouth.

"Why have we waited this long to do this?" Melissa asked out of breath "because we're both traumatised by our past relationships. --And we're both idiots" you replied, also out of breath and then kiss each other again.

You both pulled out of the kiss needing oxygen and when you get your fill you get back to kissing each other desperately. Hands wandering and exploring the bodies that is not their own.

You're both out of breath again "Wanna take this to my bedroom?" Melissa said panting, you nodded and she took your hand, kissing each other while walking over to the bedroom.

After making love with each other, one or two times. You're now spooning each other. "If you tell anyone about this, I know a guy who will make you regret it" she threatened you "I won't Ms. Schemmenti" you said in a slow and a grade schooler manner, teasing her "You're secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone, that you're the little spoon" you shower her face with kisses "also, you're not very threatening in this position" you added and she scoff "Yeah, Right"

In the morning, you wake up with someone laying her head on top of your chest. You smile at the sight of red strand of hairs in front of your face. There's still some doubt and worries, but for Melissa, you don't care if she'd end up hurting you. You're only focusing in the now, not dwelling back when and then, just thankful for the present.

Her alarm rang and she wokes up, " I hate Monday mornings " she said groggily "good thing it's a Sunday morning then" you said certainly "No. It's monday" she said less groggily, you check your phone for the date and saw that it's indeed Monday, sighing in defeat you say "I better get going then" "what?" Melissa asked, now looking at you "I need to go, I need to shower and change clothes" you told her and she say "you could do that here, I'll lend you some of my clothes, we could shower together" you hummed at the thought of her last sentence "we can't, we'll be late" Melissa rolled her eyes and stands up from the bed "fine. Go take a shower first, I'll find some clothes for you to wear, and I'll cook us breakfast" "Roger that miss Schemmenti"

You ride with her on the way to school. You're both earlier than anyone as usual, or so you thought, you walk in the teacher's lounge hand in hand not noticing someone is there, Melissa kissed you and the person cleared their throat, which made Melissa jump "Shit. Barb. You scared the hell out me--" she looks at you seeing you with a grin on your face "why didn't you say anything?" "I was but I can't, your tongue was in my mouth" you replied.

"Everyone pay up" Barbara announced when everyone is in the room Melissa took her wallet out of her bag and you check your pockets "What for?" Melissa asked "Not you two" Barbara replied and it hit you, they've placed bets. You smile and nod your head.

"No, they didn't" Ava said, not wanting to pay. Barbara replied "They very much did, I saw it with my own two eyes earlier. If that is not enough proof, look at Y/N, she's literally wearing Melissa's clothes" Everyone looks at you and their eyes widened "you didn't" Jacob said to you and you just nod and grinned in response. "We very much did" Melissa confirmed.

Janine, Ava, Jacob, Gregory, and even Mr. Johnson placed their twenties on Barbara's palm. You raised your eyes at Melissa and then it hit her " You placed bets on us? Why didn't you tell me so I could join in" You just shake your head at her with a smile on your face.

[the-bad-batch]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Melissa Schemmenti/Original Female Character(s), Ava Coleman/Janine Teagues Characters: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti, Ava Coleman (Abbott Elementary), Kristen Marie (Abbott Elementary), Janine Teagues, Gregory Eddie, Jacob Hill, Original Characters, Gary (Abbott Elementary) Additional Tags: mentions of sickness, Sex Club, Mommy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Romance, breakdown - Freeform, Strap-Ons, Praise Kink, Mentions of Cancer Summary:

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of El, who will change her life forever.

[itisdoctortoyousir]

works of “art”

Alex Blake x Reader:

for want of a little courage 

at the peak of opulence

en sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie

my (orange) dream(sicle) girl

la vita è più dolce con te

when you take my hand, there is no time

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader:

i wanna go do something kinda crazy

my mom’s a mob boss

we do, but friends don’t

Ava Coleman x Reader:

six billion people - one of them’s right for you

Original Character x Reader:

to seat D13 (in lieu of a name)

[ladyorlandodream]

Reblogging because I updated my list with the Abbott Elementary One Shot

I will try to finish the dovesso ff this week so I can focus on Lady Dimitrescu x OC

My Works

Hi! I am writing this post to link all the FF I wrote or that are still in progress

I will teach you all I know (Doom Patrol TV show - Rita Farr x Female Original Character - Ongoing)

Under a "not so evil" care (The School for Good and Evil, movie - Dovesso - Ongoing)

This crystal is not for display (Resident Evil 8 - Lady Dimitrescu x reader - Ongoing)

Care to Dance? (RE8 - Lady Dimitrescu x reader - One Shots Collection)

All hallow's eve (RE8 - Lady Dimitrescu x reader - Completed)

Forever with you, Mother (RE8 - Dimitrescu Family - Completed)

Lost in the woods (RE8 - Lady Dimitrescu x Female Original Character - Completed)

Wonderful Tonight (Abbott Elementary - Barbara Howard x Melissa Schemmenti - Completed)

[gildedwillow]

back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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you’d only meant to drop off the kids at melissa’s school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, you’re being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. “just a quick taste,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this won’t be quick.

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requested - melissa schemmenti taglist - masterlist

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melissa schemmenti x g!p! firefighter fem!reader

You pull the fire truck up in front of the school like it’s just another community visit, but the second you see her waiting out front, arms crossed and eyes glinting beneath those tinted sunglasses, you know this day is about to take a turn.

Melissa Schemmenti is trouble in the sexiest goddamn package you've ever seen. Today, she's got her hair pinned up in that intentionally messy way that makes your fingers itch to pull it down, and she’s dressed like she’s daring every teacher in that building to break the dress code. A low-cut black top that dips just enough to show the swell of her tits — not enough to be scandalous, but enough to make your mouth dry. A fitted blazer hugs her waist, but it's the leather pants that do you in — hugging every inch of her hips and ass like they were poured on.

You’re half-hard the second you step out of the truck.

You try to focus on the task at hand. Kids are filing out, teachers chattering, and you’re supposed to be the professional, the firefighter giving a quick tour and safety demo. But when Melissa walks past you to gather the students, she brushes her fingers along the curve of your arm, subtle as hell, and gives you a look over her shoulder. You know that look. It says follow me, even if her lips don’t.

So, you do. You circle around to the back of the truck, supposedly to grab some handouts, but your pulse is already kicking up. The heavy turnout pants do nothing to hide the way your cock is pressing against the inside of them, already thickening at the thought of what she’s about to do.

You’ve got a nice cock — thick, veined, with a slight upward curve you’ve learned how to use to your advantage. The kind that drags along all the right places when you're buried inside her, the kind that makes her moan your name in that low, rough voice like she’s coming undone. Right now, it’s rock hard and twitching just from the sound of her heels clicking around the side of the truck.

“Couldn’t wait to see me in uniform, huh?” you murmur, the second she appears behind you. She doesn’t say anything at first — just gives you that smirk that says you have no idea and closes the distance between you.

Before you can blink, her fingers are at your belt, already working it open with practiced ease.

“I told myself I’d behave today,” she whispers, lips brushing your jaw, “but then you showed up lookin’ like a goddamn wet dream.”

You grunt, trying to keep your voice low, but the second she gets your cock out, it’s over. Her hand wraps around it, slow and greedy, and you swear your knees damn near buckle. She drags her palm up from the base to the head, her thumb smearing precum over the tip as she stares down at it.

“Still curved just right,” she murmurs, almost to herself, licking her lips. “Bet you’re aching to be inside something, huh, hero?”

You can barely breathe, nodding like an idiot as she sinks to her knees between the open back doors of the truck. You’re hidden just enough to be safe — maybe — but you can still hear the kids laughing at the front, a teacher asking someone to line up. They could come around any second.

Then Melissa’s lips wrap around your cock, and none of that matters.

She takes the head slow, tongue swirling over it before she sinks down further, stretching her mouth wide around you. Her lips glide over every ridge, every vein, and when she hits that slight upward curve, she moans. Moans. Like the shape of your cock alone is turning her on, and you feel it — the vibration of her voice shooting right through you.

“Jesus, Mel—fuck—” you breathe, gripping the edge of the truck as your hips twitch forward, just a little.

She doesn’t gag. She takes it like she’s done it a hundred times before — which she has — and her hands come up to hold your thighs as she works you deeper. Her mouth is hot, wet, sinful, and every time she pulls back, her tongue drags under the head just right, making you see stars. Then she’s sinking down again, eyes locked on yours like a challenge. Don’t you dare look away.

The kids are still there. The staff is still there. Any one of them could step out, take a peek behind the truck, and find the school’s most feared teacher on her knees with your cock stuffed down her throat. And somehow, that only makes you harder.

Your fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her rhythm now — short, sloppy strokes that pick up speed. You feel your balls tightening, that electric tension curling low in your gut, and you whisper her name like a warning.

She doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t flinch.

She just looks up at you, mouth full, and nods — like she wants it. Wants you to cum in her mouth, down her throat, right here, out in the open.

That’s all it takes.

You explode with a sharp gasp, your hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum spill onto her tongue. She swallows all of it — doesn’t even blink — just keeps sucking you through it, drawing every last drop until you’re trembling from head to toe.

When she finally pulls off, your cock slips from her lips with a wet pop, and she licks them like you’re her favorite goddamn dessert.

“You always taste like sin,” she murmurs, standing up like she didn’t just drain you behind a public service vehicle in the middle of a school field trip. She smooths her blazer, checks her lipstick in the reflection of the truck, then pats your cheek gently.

“Fix your pants, hero. You’ve got kids to impress.”

And just like that, she walks away, hips swaying, heels tapping, leaving you wrecked and still trying to remember how to breathe.

It’s been hours, but you’ve been hard since the moment her lips wrapped around your cock. And Melissa? She’s been fucking relentless.

You’d thought, maybe, you could hold it together for a school field trip. Be a professional. But the way she’s been working you all afternoon? She knew exactly what she was doing — brushing past you every time you turned around, flashing you those tits beneath that low-cut top, leaning in just close enough for her perfume to melt your brain.

She didn’t just want you distracted — she wanted you wrecked. And by the time the kids are back inside and you finally step behind the firetruck to breathe, you’re barely keeping it together.

But you don’t get a chance to cool off.

She’s already behind you.

You feel her before she speaks — her body presses up against yours from behind, and her hands? They’re already at your belt, fingers fast, impatient. She doesn’t even give you a warning this time. Just starts unbuckling you like she owns your cock.

“I’ve been dripping all fucking day,” she murmurs, mouth hot against your ear. “Thinking about how you filled my throat. I can still taste you.”

Your heart punches your chest, blood rushing south so fast it makes you dizzy. You spin around, grab her by the waist, and lift her like she weighs nothing. She lets out a startled gasp, then wraps her legs around you, grinning like she won. You don’t even care if someone’s watching — you’re too far gone.

You carry her straight into the back of the firetruck and slam the doors behind you, cutting off the outside world like it never existed.

Inside, it’s quiet. Dim. The faint smell of smoke and rubber hangs in the air, but all you can smell is her. That mix of perfume and sweat and raw, needy sex.

You press her against the inner wall, kissing her hard, teeth dragging over her lower lip as your hands fumble with her blazer. You rip it open, the buttons popping, and shove it off her shoulders like it offended you. Then that low-cut top is next, pushed up and over her tits until they bounce free — and fuck, your cock jumps at the sight of them.

Full, heavy, perfect. Her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked. You groan, honestly, helplessly — you’ve seen them a hundred times, but you swear they hit harder every time. You palm them both, squeezing greedily, brushing your thumbs over her nipples until she arches into you with a gasp.

“God, I’ll never get enough of these,” you mutter, dragging your mouth down her neck, licking and biting your way to one perfect breast. “You’ve got the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”

Melissa moans as you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking slow and deep, your tongue flicking over it while your other hand works down to her pants — those tight leather ones you’ve been eye-fucking all damn day. You fumble with the zipper, impatient as hell, until she reaches down to help, shimmying them over her hips.

That’s when you realize — no panties. Just bare, wet skin and the musky, addictive scent of her arousal hitting you like a fucking drug.

“Jesus, Mel,” you breathe, hand sliding between her thighs. “You’re soaked.”

She’s dripping — her pussy slick and hot, lips swollen and glistening. Your fingers slide through it easy, parting her folds until you find her clit and draw a slow, dirty circle around it.

“All for you,” she pants, grinding down against your hand. “You gonna stop teasing me now? Or do I need to ride your cock myself?”

That’s it.

You yank your pants down just enough to free your cock — thick, veiny, already leaking. The head is flushed deep red, and that slight upward curve is damn near twitching at the sight of her. You run the tip through her wetness, letting her juices slick your shaft, and she whines, trying to push her hips forward to take you.

You grab her ass with both hands and lift her again, lining up that cock, and the second the head presses against her entrance — tight and needy — she digs her nails into your shoulders.

“Don’t you fucking tease,” she growls.

You don’t.

You thrust into her in one slow, brutal stroke — and fuck, the way she takes you. Her pussy clamps around you like she’s starving for it, every inch of her heat wrapping tight around your curve. You groan into her mouth, forehead pressed to hers, fighting to keep it together.

She’s soaked. Slick as hell. You’re sliding in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds, your cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust thanks to that curve. And she feels so good around you — snug and warm and pulsing, like her body was made to take your dick.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Come on, baby. You’ve been aching for this all day. Fuck me.”

You slam into her harder, faster, the whole firetruck shaking with every thrust. Her tits bounce with each movement, and you can’t help but suck one into your mouth again, moaning against her skin as she cries out, head falling back.

It’s hot. Messy. Desperate. You’re both sweating, grunting, clawing at each other like animals. Her pussy’s squeezing you tighter with every stroke, and you can feel her getting close — the way her moans get higher, how her hips start to jerk in time with your thrusts.

“Gonna cum on this cock,” she pants, fingers clutching your ass to pull you in deeper. “Gonna fucking soak you, baby—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

You feel it the second she breaks.

Her whole body locks up, and she screams your name as she cums, soaking your cock, her pussy fluttering around you like it’s trying to milk every drop.

And fuck — you can’t hold it anymore.

You slam into her once, twice more, then bury yourself deep, cock throbbing, and unload inside her with a ragged moan. Hot ropes of cum flood her pussy as you grind in, her legs locked tight around you, her teeth on your neck, your name a broken sigh in your ear.

You stay like that for a moment — shaking, panting, her slick dripping down your shaft, your cum still leaking into her — before she lets out a breathless laugh.

“We should really do more school visits.”

You groan — partly because she’s fucking impossible, and partly because… goddamn it, she’s right. You don’t even answer. You just shift your hips back and your still-hard cock slips out of her, slick and shining with your cum and hers.

And fuck, you’re already hard again.

It’s that risk, that rush — the fact that someone could knock on that door any second, or open it and find you both naked, sweating, soaked in cum. That dangerous edge has your cock twitching, already aching for more.

Melissa notices, of course.

Her eyes drop down and she bites her lip, then slides down to her knees again, like she already knows what you need.

“I knew you weren’t done,” she purrs, hands on your thighs. “That cock’s too greedy.”

You chuckle, breathless, as she leans in to kiss the head of your cock — just once, a soft little tease — before pulling back and sitting on her heels.

“Fuck my tits,” she says.

Your brain short-circuits for a second.

She peels the rest of her top off, tossing it aside, then reaches up and grabs those perfect tits — full, heavy, flushed pink — and pushes them together around your cock like she was made for this. You groan as the head pops out between them, already smeared in slick, precum pooling on her skin.

“C’mon, baby,” she breathes, looking up at you through her lashes. “You love these tits so much, put that cock to work.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You grab the base of your shaft and line it up between them, then thrust forward, watching your cock disappear into that soft, warm heaven. It’s tight between her breasts, her skin slick from sweat and your cum, and the friction is unreal. You rock your hips, fucking your cock between her tits, groaning low and filthy as you watch your length glide in and out of her perfect cleavage.

She presses them tighter, spitting on the tip to make it even slicker, then sticks her tongue out and licks the head every time it slides forward. That little flick of wet heat sends a jolt through you, and you moan, hips snapping harder now, chasing that high all over again.

“Fuck, Mel—look at you,” you grunt. “Your tits feel so fucking good… you’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Do it,” she pants, licking the tip every time it peeks out. “Wanna see you cover me. Wanna feel it all over my face.”

That’s all it takes.

You feel your balls tighten again, the tension coiling low and hot as you fuck faster, rougher, the head of your cock now pulsing against her tongue. You grip the back of her neck with one hand, steadying yourself, and slam into that soft valley one last time—

Then you’re cumming.

Hard.

With a broken groan, your cock throbs between her tits and you explode — thick ropes of cum shooting up her chest, splattering across her collarbones, her chin, and then right across her cheek and tongue. She moans like it’s her reward, licking the mess off her lips, keeping her tits pressed together to catch every drop.

Your cum drips down the slope of her breasts, painting her skin in white streaks. She looks wrecked — and god, she’s never looked hotter.

She leans back on her heels again, grinning up at you, cum glistening on her chest, her cheeks flushed.

“Think you’ve got it out of your system now?” she asks, teasing, as she scoops some of your mess off her tits and sucks it off her finger.

You just stare at her, cock twitching again.

“…You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Your legs are still trembling when you pull back, still dazed from the way you just emptied every drop of cum between her tits and all over her face. Melissa’s still kneeling, her chest glistening, licking one last streak of white from the corner of her mouth like she enjoys being coated in you.

And fuck, maybe she does — maybe that’s what’s got her smirking like she just won a game you didn’t even realize you were playing. You’re standing there, tits rising and falling beneath your half-unzipped uniform, heart pounding, skin flushed, and your still-sensitive cock twitching in the air between you — and all you can do is stare at her. At the way she scoops another little smear of cum off her breast and pops her finger into her mouth like it’s candy.

You groan softly, then reach for a towel from the little first-aid bin at the side of the truck, swiping it across her chest, still warm from where your cock had been pressed between her tits. She shivers at your touch but doesn’t stop you, letting you clean her like you own her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be kneeling on the floor of a firetruck after getting wrecked in every way possible.

You help her back up to her feet and the two of you start scrambling — laughing under your breath, still tipsy on lust and adrenaline. You try to wipe each other down, pulling your shirt back into place, tucking your cock away as gently as possible because fuck, she’s still that kind of sore.

Melissa’s shimmying her bare, sticky thighs back into those leather pants, sucking in her breath as the fabric presses against the mess you left behind. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her eyes flick to you while she buttons them up — slow, smug, still wrecked — says enough. You know damn well she’s going to be carrying the feel of you between her legs for the rest of the day.

You’re just pulling your jacket over your still-throbbing chest when it happens.

A knock on the door.

Three short, sharp taps — too casual to be official, too perfectly timed to not send a bolt of panic right through your spine.

You both freeze.

You choke back a laugh and slap your palm over your mouth, your other hand flying out to press your finger to Melissa’s lips before she even opens them. She’s wide-eyed, lips parted, her chest still rising and falling fast, and that look in her eyes? That’s giddy. She’s turned the hell on.

You lean in, whispering so low it’s barely sound, “Shh—don’t even breathe.”

She nods, biting down on her lip hard, holding back a laugh of her own as she tugs the zipper on her pants the rest of the way up, her hips shifting slightly like she’s still trying to tuck your cum deeper inside her.

Another knock. This one a little slower.

You shoot her a look that says, be cool, then suck in a deep breath and straighten your back, stepping over to the door and praying you don’t look as freshly-fucked as you feel. You can still taste her, still smell her all over your skin, and the heat of her mouth on your cock is imprinted on you like a damn brand. Your fingers are still shaking. Your thighs are wet. You’re 100% not okay, but you force a smile anyway and reach for the handle.

[schemmentisimpasours]

Kissing In The Rain

(I couldn't find the perfect gif)

Summary: Melissa isn't going to pass up her chance to kiss you in the rain. (Hints at future teagues x coleman proposal). Established Melissa x reader. Established Coleman x Teagues.

Thank you @abbottfanstuff and @sweetmidnights for encouraging my shower beer which led to this idea

P.S- it's short as fuck. My spoons were low after yesterday's funeral.

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It has been the hottest week Abbott had seen in awhile. Which unfortunately coincided with all of the A/Cs breaking. At first it had just been one that short circuited which had been bearable for two days. Until Janine had gotten it in her head that she wanted to solve the problem and the second one had sputtered to a stop. That is when it had become hard to concentrate and Melissa had accidentally opened the fire hydrant for the kiddos to run through. But that had only last for a day with a warning from the fire department that another “accident” would come with a hefty fine. The district had considered on Friday that it was not an emergency which is when Melissa’s patience had finally snapped. She took her bat to the a/c unit that was only pushing around hot air. With the little reprieve that came from it the teachers were able to relax for a little bit.

As the students climbed into the bus after school the sky grew dark clouds seemingly appearing from nowhere. The last bus had just left the parking lot when thunder seemed to shake the ground. Seconds later water poured from the sky. Janine scrambled underneath the covering off the door looking back at you.

“Y/N!” She called, “You are going to get soaked.”

You ignored her face turned towards the rain. You could feel it washing away the sweat that accumulated through the day. Cleansing you of the stress that had built from the uncomfortable week. For the first time all week you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

A smile grew on your face as you finally responded to your coworker, “Come on Janine it feels amazing. Dance with me!”

Janine hesitated for a moment before joining you. Hands locked together like school girls you hopped and spun in circles. The rest of Abbott had gathered around the open doorway watching as you both became drenched.

Melissa couldn't help but smile as she watched you jump from puddle to puddle laughter accompanying the sound of pounding rain. An idea sparked in her head as she turned to Ava and Barbara.

“Ava bring me your boombox!” Melissa demanded, “Barbara get your phone. I'm doing it.”

Before they could ask what it was Melissa was taking off down the hall to her room. Within a couple of minutes she was back at the door phone in one hand a surprise tucked in her back pocket. She flipped through songs before blaring one over Ava’s speaker. She told Barbara when to start recording and stepped into the pouring rain.

“Mind if I cut in?” She asked as Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse spilled from the speakers.

Janine stepped away with a smile returning to the steps with the others. She stood next to Ava who draped one of her jackets around the shorter woman before giving her a small kiss. They turned back to Melissa and you as the words trickled into the air:

She’s really got a magical spell

And it's working so well that I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella

And I just got to tell her

That I love her endlessly

At the last line Melissa had gently spun you before she put one knee to the ground. As you finally turned back to her she was holding a black velvet box in her hand. She opened it to display an oval amethyst ring nestled into a gold band. You brought a hand to your mouth crying before Melissa even started speaking.

“Y/N Y/L/N this last year and half has been the best years of my life. I can't imagine my life without you besides me making me laugh, smile, and feel like I can conquer the world. Will you do me the honor of allowing me to call you my wife?”

You sobbed out a yes allowing Melissa to slip the ring onto your finger. Once it was snug Melissa launched upwards raising you in the air. With a loud laugh you wrapped your legs around her waist letting her spin you around.

You leaned down to kiss her hard only pulling away to say, “I love you so much Melissa Schemmenti.”

“I love you more Y/N Schemmenti,” Melissa replied kissing you again.

The other teachers let out loud whoops of support. All except Ava who leaned down to Janine’s ear, “When I ask you to be my wife it will be way more romantic than this.”

A blush crept over Janine’s cheeks as she tried to remain focused on the happy couple in front of her. She couldn't wait for the day she could look as happy as Melissa.

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[spicyschemmenti]

SMOKE AND SCARLET ➫ melissa schemmenti

MAFIA AU - let me know if this catches anyone's interest?

Philadelphia, 1925. The city pulses with corruption, jazz, and crime. You’ve spent years climbing the ranks of the force, earning a reputation for your relentless pursuit of justice. Your latest case? Bringing down the infamous Schemmenti crime family. But the woman at the top—Melissa Schemmenti—is more than just a name in a file. She’s a storm wrapped in silk and gunpowder, as dangerous as she is captivating.

When a raid goes south and you find yourself face-to-face with the mafia queen, lines blur between duty and desire. Melissa offers a deal: walk away, let it go. But you refuse, forcing you both into a dangerous game of wits, temptation, and betrayal.

The city isn’t big enough for both of you but neither of you is willing to back down.

The Schemmenti Crime Family & Melissa Schemmenti

The Legacy of the Schemmenti Name

Philadelphia in the 1920s is a city of two faces—one built on glitz and promise, the other drowning in corruption. And at the heart of it, controlling the pulse of the underworld, is the Schemmenti crime family.

The family rose to power in the early days of Prohibition, transforming from small-time bootleggers into one of the most formidable crime syndicates on the East Coast. What started as a simple liquor-smuggling operation quickly expanded into gambling rings, underground speakeasies, and a lucrative protection racket. Unlike other families who relied on brute force alone, the Schemmentis thrived on loyalty, strategy, and an unshakable reputation.

And at the top of it all?

Melissa Schemmenti.

The Woman Behind the Empire

Melissa wasn’t meant to take the throne. In a world where men passed power from father to son, she was the wild card—expected to marry into another family, to play the role of a dutiful wife while the empire fell into her older brother’s hands.

But fate had other plans.

After a mysterious “accident” left her brother dead, Melissa stepped in. Some whispered she had orchestrated it herself, others said she had no choice. Either way, when the dust settled, the Schemmenti family had a new boss. And she didn’t just inherit the empire, she made it stronger.

Under her rule, the Schemmentis became untouchable. She played the game differently from the brutish men who came before her. Instead of threats, she offered deals. Instead of bloodshed, she made problems disappear with a quiet word or a well-placed bribe. But when someone did cross her?

Well.

No one ever crossed her twice.

What She Looks Like

Melissa Schemmenti is a woman who owns every room she walks into.

Her red hair is unmistakable. Rich, auburn curls framing her sharp, knowing features. Her eyes, a piercing green, flick over people with a mixture of amusement and calculation, always seeing more than she lets on. Her full lips, often painted a deep crimson, curve into smirks that make men uneasy and women weak in the knees.

She dresses the part of a queen. Tailored suits that hug her figure, silk blouses that hint at softness, but never weakness. Gold rings glint on her fingers, each one a symbol of power, a quiet reminder of the debts people owe her. A delicate silver flask often rests at her hip, filled with the finest whiskey money can buy.

And then there’s her voice—low, smooth, wrapped in a South Philly accent that lingers like the burn of a cigarette. Every word is deliberate, every laugh calculated. She never raises her voice. She doesn’t have to.

Her Reputation & The Cat-and-Mouse Game

The police call her “The Scarlet Fox”—a nickname earned from her ability to slip through their fingers time and time again. No matter how close they think they are to catching her, she’s always one step ahead.

She doesn’t tolerate rats. Snitches disappear. Enemies crumble. Yet, despite her ruthlessness, those who are loyal to her would die for her. Because Melissa Schemmenti doesn’t just command respect—she inspires it.

And now, she’s taken an interest in you—the one detective reckless enough to think you can bring her down.

Only time will tell whether you’re playing the game…

…or if she’s already won.

Detective [Your Name] – The One Who Won’t Back Down

The Weight of a Name

Your badge may read Detective, but blood ties don’t wash away so easily.

You weren’t just any cop hunting Melissa Schemmenti — you were born into a family tangled in her empire. Your father, your uncles, maybe even your siblings — they all worked for her in some way. Some ran numbers for the Schemmentis, some smuggled liquor in the dead of night, and some? Some broke bones when debts weren’t paid.

But not you.

You were the one who broke free.

Joining the force wasn’t just a job; it was a statement. A middle finger to the world that said you wouldn’t be like the rest of them. You worked twice as hard, climbed twice as fast. And now? You were one of the best damn detectives in the city.

Your mission was clear. Bring down Melissa Schemmenti. Not just because she was the queen of the underworld, not just because it was your job… but because her power had cost you too much.

And yet, every time you got close, every time you thought you had her cornered, she’d slip away — leaving behind nothing but a smirk and a whiskey glass with her lipstick print on the rim.

What You Look Like

You carry yourself like a fighter, because in this city, that’s exactly what you have to be.

Your sharp eyes miss nothing, scanning rooms the second you step inside. Whether they’re dark and calculating or burning with barely restrained rage depends on the day. You walk with purpose — strong, confident strides that tell people you’re not someone to mess with.

Your hair? Always neatly styled, though the long nights on the job leave it a little more tousled than you’d like. You don’t have the luxury of silk and diamonds like Melissa—your wardrobe is all business. High-waisted trousers, crisp button-ups, suspenders on bad days, a trench coat when the weather demands it. A gun holster rests against your ribs, a constant reminder that in this city, justice doesn’t come without a fight.

Your knuckles bear the faint scars of past altercations, proof of every fistfight, every suspect who thought they could take you down. You’re not afraid to get your hands dirty, but unlike the criminals you chase, you still believe in the law. Even when it feels like the city’s already lost.

Your Reputation & The Unfinished Business

To your fellow officers, you’re the most relentless detective in the department. The one who doesn’t quit, who takes every case personally, who works until exhaustion forces you home.

To the Schemmentis?

You’re a problem.

Melissa’s men watch you whenever you step foot in her territory. Some of them whisper about how you’re a traitor to your own bloodline. Others respect you, in a twisted sort of way. But no one respects you more than Melissa herself.

She calls you Detective like it’s a joke. Like she already knows how this game will end.

You tell yourself you hate her. That she’s just another case, just another criminal to be put away.

Then why does your heart race every time she smirks at you?

Why does her voice send a shiver down your spine?

Why do you feel like, no matter how hard you chase her… she’s always the one leading you exactly where she wants you to go?

And worse—why does a part of you want to follow?

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

As Long As You’ll Let Me (part 1)

Melissa Schemmenti x Original Female Character

Warnings: Joe is an ass, implied cheating, no other warnings yet

Summary: Melissa realizes her life is not at all what she expected but can’t find the courage to leave it all behind. That is, until Joe breaks her heart one last time and she finds herself in the arms of someone who truly cares. Through thick and thin Calliope never fails to be there for Melissa, even when Melissa breaks the younger woman’s heart.

tl;dr: Melissa learns how to love and be loved.

Chapter 1: Is There Life Out There

“She married when she was 20

She thought she was ready, now she's not so sure

She thought she'd done some living

But now she's just wonderin' what she's living for

Now she's feeling that there's something more

Is there life out there? So much she hasn't done

Is there life beyond her family and her home?

She's done what she should, should she do what she dares?

She doesn't want to leave, she's just wonderin', is there life out there?”

-Reba McEntire, Is There Life Out There

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Listening to her husband and his buddies cheer as their team scored in the other room, Melissa paused her cooking and stared out the window at the freshly fallen snow. For the last fifteen years, her entire life revolved around Joe and his wants and needs. If he wanted to host a super bowl party, she played the perfect hostess and stayed in the kitchen while everyone else enjoyed the game, occasionally handing the guys a beer. If Melissa was invited to spend an evening with friends she had to decline because Joe needed her to make dinner. Joe this and Joe that. Joe. Joe. Joe.

She couldn’t remember the last time they did something she wanted to do. She tried the think about their travels and dates, but all that came to mind was their many trips to the time share cabin that Joe picked. Her mother repeatedly told her when she was younger that her twenties were the prime time to see the world and experience the wondrous things life has to offer. So, as a teenager, Melissa made a list of places she wanted to see and things to do before she turned thirty. Remembering the list, she rifled through the junk drawer and pulled it out.

Smoothing the now yellowing sheet of paper, she read:

- [ ] Road trip down California’s coast

- [ ] Visit Sicily

- [X] Fall in love

- [X] Graduate college with a teaching degree

- [ ] Get a tattoo

- [ ] Ghost tour in Savannah, GA

- [ ] The Outer Banks, NC

Melissa let out a sigh, she’d achieved two of those things- well, only one if she was honest with herself. She did what she was supposed to do, what she was told her whole life she had to do. She married her high school sweetheart, graduated with a degree, became a teacher just like her mother.

When Melissa married Joe nearly fifteen years ago, he was so in love with her. He bought her flowers every Friday, took her out to fancy restaurants just because, told her she was beautiful and meant it. Somewhere along the line, though, they fell into a dull routine. Joe bought her flowers only for their anniversary and her birthday. Melissa cooked for him almost every night and he did the dishes. Joe kissed her on the cheek before work each morning as she tied his tie. Each action lacked what they both craved, what they once had.

About a year ago they decided they should try to date each other again. They would go to their favorite restaurant on Saturday nights and enjoy a delicious meal that Melissa didn’t have to cook. At first, Melissa thought it was a nice change of pace. Until Joe started skipping out on their dates for weekend business trips to Boston. She found it odd that after eleven years with the company the first out of town trips just so happened to be when they had time together. After the first couple of trips, she noticed a big change in the way he treated her. On their date nights he would barely look at her, would compliment or flirt with any other woman but her. He started making comments about her weight and told her to diet. He became a vile man, someone she no longer knew. Despite these things, Melissa stayed. She was never a fan of change, good or bad, so she sat complacent with her misery and heartbreak.

“Melissa, can you grab us another round,” Joe shouted from the other room, bringing the redhead back to the present. She shook her head and blinked back the tears threatening to fall. She grabbed five ice cold beers from the garage and sat them on the coffee table for the guys. They mumbled their thanks and she went back to the kitchen to see the pot boiling over on the stove.

“Fuck!” Melissa rushed over and turned off the stove, moving the pot to a different burner so she could clean up the chili. Many paper towels and one first degree burn later, the kitchen was back to normal. She took her place staring out the window once more, thinking about what would happen if she did leave. If she did what she wanted for once instead of what she was told.

The following weekend Joe took Melissa out to their favorite restaurant after his boss called and cancelled his trip. When they arrived they asked for their favorite waitress, one Melissa had quietly grown particularly fond of. “Does Callie have an open table for us,” Joe asked the host at the front.

“Absolutely! She always has room for you two. Right this way,” he beamed as he grabbed menus and led them to their usual table in the back corner. Once they were seated he told them he’d send Callie over as soon as he could before he disappeared.

Through the hustle and bustle of the busy kitchen, the host dodged servers with hot plates to get to Calliope. “Cal, your regulars are here! Table 75, all yours.” He started to walk away before she whipped her head around, angry she had been triple sat.

“Ugh, which ones?” She slammed her server book on the counter and began to grab another basket of bread rolls.

“Jessica Rabbit and her troll of a husband.” He ducked to avoid the roll she chucked at his head. Callie absolutely adored the redhead, but her husband was a horrible human being and she simply did not have the patience to put up with his crudeness and the belittling of his wife. She sucked it up though, and grabbed their drinks from the bar before heading their way.

As she approached the table she could already tell it was going to be a rough evening. Joe seemed to already be a little tipsy. She took a deep breath and walked up. “Howdy! Bud light for Joe, and a glass of red for the prettiest lady in Philly.” She placed the respective glasses in front of them as well as the basket of rolls and looked right at Melissa just in time to see the blush creep up onto her cheeks. Her shy smile quickly faded as Joe chimed in.

“I don’t know about all that, now. You give her a pretty good run for her money,” he chuckled as his eyes passed over Calliope’s cleavage and curves, completely unashamed. Callie noticed the hurt in Melissa’s eyes before the woman masked it with a fake smile.

She refused to acknowledge his remark and addressed Melissa instead, “If you ever decide to leave his ass, let me know. I’d treat you right. We having the usual tonight, folks?” She winked at the older woman, ignoring Joe’s glare. Melissa gave a stiff nod and took a large sip from her glass. The couple ate their meals while Joe ranted about work stuff and Melissa nodded along pretending to care. After checking in and refilling their glasses a few times, Cal stopped at the table before she ran to print the check to see if the couple wanted to share a dessert.

“Anything sweet tonight? We just added chocolate cheesecake to the menu, it’s better than the Oreo pie we had a while back.” Calliope smiled at the redhead.

Joe chuckled, “You ain’t on the dessert menu by chance, are ya?” Both women stared blankley at the man. He cleared his throat and said, “No dessert tonight. I’m sweet enough and the missus here needs to drop a few pounds. I’ll go ahead and pay now.” He handed her his card with his shit eating grin.

“I think you’ve got that backwards, Joe, but alright,” Cal scoffed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She again winked at the older woman before making her way to the computer. Once she returned, Cal said her goodbyes and walked back to the server’s hallway to put in another table’s order and wait for the inevitable visit from Melissa.

It was the same routine almost every Saturday night. Joe would flirt with Callie, Callie would flirt with Melissa. They’d order their usual meals, eat in near silence. Joe would pay the bill and not tip, Melissa would excuse herself to the restroom to find Callie in the server hallway and slip her $20 so he wouldn’t see.

From time to time, Melissa would dine alone while her husband was out of town on business. On those nights, Cal would drop off a brownie sundae at the table and tell her the kitchen made an extra by accident. In reality, she used her employee meal to cover the dessert just to put a smile on the woman’s face. She would do anything to see her smile. Melissa would stay well past close to talk with Callie in the dim lit dinning room once she was cut for the night, often being the very last customer to leave. Conversation after conversation, Melissa revealed more about her relationship with Joe and it broke the server’s heart. Cal met a totally different Melissa when she dined alone. The woman was strong, witty, kind, incredibly smart and outspoken. It made seeing her look so small with Joe even more unbearable. Melissa did not deserve to have her heart broken over and over by the man every day. She deserved to be loved gently, to be treasured.

As she stood at the computer tapping away at the screen, she felt a familiar presence behind her. She turned around to see Melissa holding out a twenty dollar bill with a sad smile. “For you, thank you for being so wonderful as always. And per usual, don’t let Joe find out, please. He’s blowin’ all his pocket money in Boston these days so he’s trying to control my spending now too.” The redhead rolled her eyes and shoved the bill into the server’s hand.

“Thanks, Melissa, I truly appreciate you,” Callie said as she grabbed Melissa’s wrist and pulled her close. Close enough that she could smell her perfume. She whispered so no one else could hear, “I meant what I said. I’d take good care of you. You’re a beautiful woman worth so much more than what you get from Joe.”

Melissa blushed and pulled back slightly to look at the younger woman. “I know, Cal-“

“See, I don’t think you do. Why do you stay with that asshole anyway?” She turned to finish placing the order at the computer.

The redhead furrowed her brow. “I- I don’t really know if I’m bein’ honest. I guess I don’t have a good reason to stay aside from the fact that he’s all I’ve ever known.” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she tilted her head back to keep them from falling. Callie stepped forward again and brushed her thumbs under the woman’s eyes to dry them.

“No reason to stay is an awfully good reason to go.” She grabbed a pen from her apron and scrawled her phone number on a napkin, handing it to Melissa. “If you ever need a friend… or more, I’m here.”

They shared a quick hug and Melissa made her way back to the table to grab Joe and head out. Melissa spent the entire drive home pondering what the waitress said. Maybe Calliope was right. Maybe no reason to stay was a pretty good reason to leave.

[cosmicanemoia]

Ms. Nobody

Melissa schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.

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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.

A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.

You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"

The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.

You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.

"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.

You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.

The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.

"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.

You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.

"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"

Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.

While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.

She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.

You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.

"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.

Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.

You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.

Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.

"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.

You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.

The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.

Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.

Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.

"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"

"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.

A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.

Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.

They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.

The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.

Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.

Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.

"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.

You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.

You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.

You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.

She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.

You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.

You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.

After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.

You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.

You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.

Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.

You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"

She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.

The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.

[the-bad-batch]

Chapters: 4/10 Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Melissa Schemmenti/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Barbara Howard, Melissa Schemmenti, Ava Coleman (Abbott Elementary), Kristen Marie (Abbott Elementary), Janine Teagues, Gregory Eddie, Jacob Hill, Original Characters, Gary (Abbott Elementary) Additional Tags: mentions of sickness, Sex Club, Mommy Kink, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Romance, breakdown - Freeform, Strap-Ons, Praise Kink, Mentions of Cancer Summary:

Forced to take time off work after a breakdown, Melissa finds herself taking her sisters advice and going to an sex club which her sister had mentioned, just to prove that Kristen Marie has terrible ideas. There she finds a new place to let loose and a woman she only knows by the name of El, who will change her life forever.

[gildedwillow]

you don’t get to come ‘til you fuck yourself dumb on it - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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she makes you ride her hands-free—just your hips working to take all of her, over and over again. every bounce makes the water splash, your tits bobbing in her face while she licks and sucks your nipples raw. “look at you,” she growls, grip bruising on your thighs. “stuffed full and desperate. Is that all you’re good for, huh? taking cock like a dumb little slut?”

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melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

You’re already soaking by the time you straddle her lap, hot tub water sloshing around your waist, and Melissa’s just sitting there like she owns the place—hell, owns you. That smug fucking smirk on her lips, red hair pulled up, tanned skin glistening, tits practically spilling out of a tiny black bikini top. Her eyes are locked between your legs, hungry.

And underneath the surface, you feel it—her strap, thick and hard, bumping up against your pussy, just waiting for you to sink down on it.

She raises a brow. “You gonna sit on it, or you need help like the needy little bitch I know you are?”

Your pussy clenches, already slick and aching. You reach down under the water, guiding the thick silicone head between your folds, and the second it nudges your entrance, you whimper. You're already so wet it slides in almost too easy—stretching you, thick and deep, dragging against every nerve-ending inside you until you bottom out with a desperate moan.

“Fuck,” you breathe, hands on her shoulders.

But Melissa slaps them off. “Nah. No hands. You ride it all by yourself. Show me how bad you need it.”

You bite your lip, already shaking. That strap is big—long and girthy, curved just right to hit that spot over and over—but it’s the base of it grinding against your clit while you ride that sends you reeling. You start moving, slow at first, hips circling, grinding down on her. Your pussy’s gripping it tight, walls fluttering, so full you can barely think.

“Look at that tight fuckin’ cunt,” Melissa growls, watching your tits bounce as you ride her. “So greedy for cock. You hear that?”

Slap, slap, slap—your soaked pussy smacking against her hips, water sloshing hard with every bounce, spilling over the edge of the tub.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ hear it. That wet little pussy loves me.”

You nod, jaw slack, riding faster now, ass bouncing on her lap as you fuck yourself dumb. She’s not even helping—just letting you take all of it on your own, hands behind her head like she’s enjoying the fuckin’ show. And she is.

And then she moans. Deep, low, throatier than you expected.

You blink, panting. “Are—are you…”

She bites her lip. “Yeah, baby. That harness is rubbin’ my clit just right. Keep bouncin’ like that and I’ll fuckin’ come with you.”

That snaps something in you. You fuck her harder, harder, like you need to make her come now, not just for you but for her—need to see her fall apart while you’re split open on her strap.

“Shit, just like that—ride it, baby. Fuck—grind that sloppy cunt on me, I wanna feel you squeeze.”

You're both a mess. Your pussy’s soaked, stretched around the strap, dripping down to the base and mixing with the hot tub water. Her hips start thrusting up to meet yours, chasing that pressure as the harness grinds her clit raw. Water’s crashing over the edge with every move now, the sound of your pussy squelching around the strap obscene, wet and filthy.

You grab the edge of the tub just to keep from collapsing.

“Fuckfuckfuck—Mel—”

“Yeah, come on, baby—come on that cock, show me how good this fuckin’ strap ruins you—”

You scream when it hits. Whole body going stiff, legs locking, pussy pulsing so hard around the strap it almost knocks the air outta you. Melissa’s hands slam down on your hips, dragging you down hard onto her cock just as she gasps and shudders, her thighs clenching.

“Fuuuck—yeah, yeah—fuckin’ comin’ too, baby, fuck—”

You grind through it together, gasping, whimpering, cumming so hard the water damn near boils. She holds you tight, her strap still buried deep inside your wrecked pussy while your cunt spasms around it, milking it like it’s real.

Eventually, you slump forward, forehead on her shoulder, water rippling around you both.

Melissa lets out a breathless laugh. “Hot tub’s the best fuckin’ investment I ever made.”

You can’t even speak. All you can do is whimper as the strap stays stuffed inside you, and her fingers start slowly trailing down to your clit again.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

You're still catching your breath when Melissa grips your hips under the water and growls, “Get the fuck up. Face-down. On the deck. Now.”

You don’t argue. You can’t. Your body’s buzzing, pussy still soaked and twitching around nothing now that she’s pulled the strap out. You scramble up the steps, dripping wet, legs shaking like a baby deer, and flop onto the wooden deck—cheeks flushed, hair a mess, still aching for her.

The air hits your skin like ice, goosebumps racing down your spine, but it doesn’t matter. You're on your hands and knees, thighs spread, ass high, and your pussy’s dripping—glossy and flushed, swollen from the way she fucked you in the tub. You can feel your slick mixing with the water sliding down your thighs, wetting the wood under your knees.

And then you hear it. Her footsteps behind you. Her breathing.

Click. The sound of the harness straps being tightened. Adjusted. Ready.

“Look at this pussy,” she mutters behind you, running her hand between your legs. Her fingers slide through your folds, slow and filthy. “So fuckin’ wet still. All sloppy for me.”

You arch for her, needy and whimpering.

Melissa doesn’t wait.

She slams back inside you in one deep thrust, burying the strap to the hilt, and you scream. Your hands shoot forward, bracing on the slick wood as her cock stretches you open again, filling you like she owns you.

“Fuck—fuck, Mel—”

“Shut up and take it.” Her voice is rough, low, right at your ear as she bends over you, chest to your back, one hand sliding up your throat to hold you still while she fucks you.

Her hips slap into your ass, again and again, water flying off both of you with every brutal thrust. Her strap hits deep, hard, angled just right to smash into your g-spot every time she pounds into you. The sound is obscene—wet, squelching, the smack of skin-on-skin echoing in the night.

Your pussy’s stretched wide, sucking the strap in over and over like you need it, like your body’s begging to be used. Your thighs are shaking, face shoved into the deck, drooling, moaning uncontrollably as she ruts into you like a fucking animal.

Melissa grips your hips tighter. “This what you wanted, huh? To get fucked face-down like a fuckin’ bitch in heat?”

You nod, but it’s pathetic—your face is mashed against the deck, lips parted, eyes rolling.

She spits on your back. Lets it run down your spine. Her hand slips between your legs, finding your clit, soaked and throbbing.

“Oh, you’re gonna come again, baby. I feel this pussy squeezing—she’s fuckin’ choking my cock.”

You sob. Your body jerks with every thrust. Her cock’s slamming into you with no rhythm now—just raw power, her own hips stuttering as the base of the strap grinds into her clit harder, rougher, soaked with your slick from earlier.

She’s panting, fucking into you like she’s chasing her own orgasm. “Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—oh my god, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You feel her shake. Her hips grind deep, and you hear her moan, real and broken, her orgasm ripping through her as the harness rubs her clit raw, her thighs clenching around you.

And that’s it—you fall over the edge with her.

Your body explodes, pussy clamping down so hard on the strap you see stars. Your vision goes white, whole body tensing, jerking, moaning into the deck like an animal as she fucks you through it.

You’re both a mess. Her cock still buried deep in your spasming pussy, your juices dripping down your thighs onto the deck. Her hand still holding your throat, possessive and gentle all at once.

You whimper, trying to breathe.

Melissa leans down, presses a kiss to your spine. “That’s my good girl.”

You can’t even answer.

You’re drooling on the wood.

And she’s still inside you.

You’re still face-down on the deck, leaking and wrecked, when Melissa finally pulls out with a slow, wet sound that makes your cunt flutter again. The thick strap is coated—your slick clings to the silicone in thick, shiny strands, still warm from your pussy.

She grabs your hair and yanks you up to your knees. “Clean it,” she growls. “Mouth open. Now.”

Your tongue’s out before she finishes the sentence.

She brings the strap to your face, tilting your chin up, and presses the tip against your lips—shiny and messy with your own cum. The taste hits instantly: salty, sweet, yourself—still warm, still soaked. You lick it clean, moaning as your tongue drags over the curve of it, mouth wrapping around the head while she watches.

“Filthy little slut,” Melissa mutters, hand still tangled in your hair. “Look at you. So hungry for your own pussy, you’ll suck it off my cock.”

You choke a little when she pushes it deeper, and she laughs. A warm, rough sound.

When the whole thing’s clean—glistening from your spit—she finally undoes the harness, lets it drop to the deck, and leans back on the edge of the hot tub with a smirk. She spreads her legs wide, her bikini bottoms already pushed aside, her cunt on full display.

And fuck, she’s gorgeous.

Her pussy’s flushed and wet, glistening with her own slick, lips full and puffy from how hard she came earlier—like her clit’s still throbbing, begging for more. She smells so good—that raw, musky sweetness that hits you right in the brain.

“Get in,” she says, nodding to the water.

You slide in, the heat swallowing your body as you move toward her. She’s perched on the edge now, legs open, and you settle between them, hands on her thighs, breath already shaky.

“Taste me,” Melissa says, voice low, almost a threat. “Don’t stop ‘til I’m fuckin’ shaking.”

You don’t waste a second.

Your tongue slides between her folds, licking a fat stripe up her slit, and she moans. Her taste floods your mouth—salty, earthy, hot, with that rich tang of her cum still fresh from earlier. You go slow at first, savoring it, sucking her clit into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it until she’s gasping.

“Fuck—yeah, baby, right there—”

You grip her thighs tighter, then move your hands up to her tits. You tug the bikini top down and start playing with her nipples—pinching and rolling them between your fingers while your mouth works her cunt like it’s your last meal.

She’s dripping down your chin, thighs twitching under your grip. You drag your tongue down to her entrance, fuck her with it, deep and filthy, then suck her clit back into your mouth while your fingers pinch both her nipples at once.

Her whole body jerks.

“Oh fuck—fuck—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”

You moan into her, sucking harder, faster, her clit swollen and twitching against your tongue, and that’s when it hits her.

She screams your name—hips snapping forward, cunt grinding against your face as she cums. Hard. Wet. Messy.

Her thighs clamp around your head, and you stay there, licking and sucking through it, her juices flooding your mouth—hot, slippery, and just a little sweet. You swallow every drop, tongue lapping up everything that spills out while your fingers keep tugging on her nipples.

She’s gasping, legs shaking, hand in your hair, holding you there while she rides it out.

When she finally loosens her grip, you pull back, panting, lips and chin soaked in her cum. Her chest is rising and falling, tits heaving, her pussy still glistening and twitching.

She looks down at you with that crooked grin.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d be good at that,” she murmurs. “Get back up here, sweetheart. I ain’t done with you yet.”

[gildedwillow]

it’s too big .. i want all of it - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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melissa’s already trembling before you even get inside her. she’s straddling your lap, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, and her soaked panties pushed to the side. your cock is thick, long, and heavy against her slit — so much bigger than anything she’s had before.

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melissa schemmenti x g!p fem!reader

It starts with her grinding on you in your bed, barely lit by the streetlight leaking through the blinds. She’s straddling you in that tight little skirt she didn’t even bother taking off, blouse open, tits out and flushed — flushed like her face, like her thighs, like the mess already soaking through her panties.

She’s needy, whimpering into your mouth, kissing you with a hunger she usually masks under all that attitude. But tonight? She’s desperate. Already dripping. And your cock hasn’t even touched her yet.

You push her panties to the side and run the head of your cock through her slick folds, watching her hips twitch and her breath catch.

"You're already so wet, baby," you murmur against her jaw, dragging your cock head down until it nudges her entrance. "You want it that bad, huh? Just been sitting on my lap thinking about how this big fucking cock’s gonna stretch you out?”

She nods, but it’s frantic — overwhelmed. Because when she looks down and sees the way your cock’s throbbing beneath her, fat and veiny and very real, her whole body tenses. Her thighs tighten around your waist, her lip quivers, and she whispers, "It’s not gonna fit…"

But you’re already gripping her hips. "Yeah it will," you growl. "You're gonna take all of it. You need it too bad not to."

You start slow, pressing the tip in, and she instantly gasps — her head falling back, mouth open in a silent cry. She's tight, so goddamn tight you feel every inch as her walls clench down hard, sucking you in like she was made for you. It’s hot, wet, gripping, and you have to fight the urge to bury yourself all at once.

"Fuuuck—" you groan, watching her struggle to take you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, tears pricking her eyes.

"It’s s-so big," she whimpers. "Fuck, I can feel it— I can feel it in my stomach—"

You glance down and see it. That thick bulge pressing up under her belly, moving when you shift your hips. You press your palm there, gently, and she nearly screams. Her whole body jerks, pussy clenching down so hard it’s like her body’s begging you to stay deep.

“You feel that? That’s my cock, right there in your tummy,” you murmur, lips brushing her ear. “Look how deep I am, Melissa. Look how full you are.”

She’s moaning now — helpless, high-pitched, trembling. You start thrusting slow but deep, and her whole body rocks with every movement. Her legs are already shaking, her cunt milking you like it wants your cum now.

"You're fucking made for me, baby," you grunt, snapping your hips up harder. “You feel how you squeeze me? Like you want me to knock you up.”

Melissa moans loud — embarrassingly loud — and tries to cover her mouth, but you yank her hand away and pin it to the mattress.

“Don’t you dare hide that. Let me hear how much you want it. You want this cock to stuff you full, don’t you? Want me to fuck a baby into this tight little pussy?”

She loses it.

Her body seizes up, thighs locked around you, eyes rolled back, and she just screams. Not a cute whimper — a raw, broken cry as her whole body shudders and suddenly, she squirts. It’s messy, intense, uncontrollable — gushing around your cock, soaking your thighs, the sheets, everything. Her pussy’s clenching like mad, like she can’t get enough of you, like her body’s dragging your cum out of you.

You curse under your breath, hips stuttering, because that’s all it takes — the sight of her soaking you, twitching and overstimulated under you, moaning your name with that fucked-out look in her eyes. You slam into her one last time and bury yourself to the base, cock swelling, and then—

You come. Hard.

Thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside her, filling her so full you feel it leak out around your cock even though you’re still buried inside. You stay there, holding her hips down, cock twitching with every pulse as her walls milk you for everything you’ve got.

She’s gasping. Shaking. Whining, "S’full… oh my god… I can feel it—”

You press against her tummy again and feel your cum sloshing around deep inside. Her pussy twitches again, and she nearly sobs from how sensitive she is.

"You’re fucking mine now,” you whisper, licking sweat from her neck. “That pussy’s bred. Stuffed full of my cum. You feel it, don’t you?"

She nods, barely able to speak.

And you just smirk.

You’re still inside her, both of you panting, her pussy twitching around your cock as your cum slowly leaks out of her, messy and hot between her thighs. She’s boneless above you, clinging to your shoulders, flushed and soaked and ruined — but your mouth is still hungry.

You kiss her, slow and deep, fingers curling around her jaw as you murmur against her lips, “Come sit on my face, baby.”

She blinks, dazed. “What?”

You smile, cock still buried in her, and slowly lift her off your lap. She whimpers as you slide out of her, your cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound, followed by a drip of thick cum spilling out of her swollen cunt. You watch it — entranced — then look up at her with a dark glint in your eyes.

“I said,” you repeat, laying back and patting your chest, “ride my fucking face. I want to taste you — taste me — leaking out of your messy little hole.”

Melissa shudders. Her knees wobble a little as she crawls up your body, legs trembling from the aftershocks of everything you just did to her. She hesitates for a second, hovering over your face, thighs on either side of your head, pussy right there — glistening, swollen, red and slick with your cum dripping from her core.

And then you grab her thighs and pull her down onto your mouth.

She gasps — a choked little cry — as your tongue dives in, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit before circling her entrance. You hum like she’s your last meal, nosing into her folds, tongue lapping up every drop of slick and cum. She’s soaked, salty and sweet and thick with your seed, and you drink it all in like you’re starved for it.

You slide your tongue inside her and start fucking her with it — deep, slow thrusts that make her hips twitch and her thighs clench around your head. Her hands scramble for something to hold onto, eventually settling in your hair, grinding down against your mouth with helpless, greedy little whines.

“Oh my god, baby—fuck—your tongue—” she moans, head tossed back, hips moving on their own. “You’re—mmh—you’re licking your own cum outta me—what the fuck—”

You groan into her pussy, the vibration making her shiver. You love how messy she is. How ruined. Her swollen cunt clenches every time your tongue pushes back inside her, slurping and swirling and pushing your cum back in as fast as it leaks out.

And the more you tongue-fuck her, the more desperate she gets.

She’s crying now — overwhelmed, sensitive, already on the edge again. Her clit brushes your nose every time her hips rock forward, and you start grinding up into it just to wreck her faster. Her whole body’s trembling above you, thighs shaking, voice breaking.

“I—I can’t—baby, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

You growl, lock your arms around her thighs, and drag her hips down even harder against your mouth. You suck her clit into your mouth, tongue flicking furiously while your nose nudges her slick entrance, and that’s all it takes.

She screams.

Full-body tremor, thighs locked tight around your head, hips jerking forward in frantic little spasms as she gushes again — not just a squirt this time, it’s a flood. She soaks your face completely, her pussy squirting all over you as she rides out the most violent orgasm of her life, trembling, crying, moaning your name like a prayer.

You don’t stop. You keep licking her, slower now, just cleaning her up — licking up the mix of slick and cum and squirt from her dripping cunt, kissing between her thighs, tongue lazily dragging through the mess while she twitches above you.

She finally collapses forward onto your chest, body limp, face buried in your neck.

“You’re… fucking insane,” she breathes.

You just smirk, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and giving her ass a little squeeze.

“And you fucking love it.”

Melissa's body is still trembling when you flip her onto her back, but her legs fall open instinctively, pussy glistening and twitching with every breath. She’s flushed, lips swollen, face streaked with tears and sweat — and she looks so fucking good like this. Raw. Wrecked. Yours.

“Y-you’re not done?” she breathes out, voice hoarse, barely holding on.

“Not yet, baby,” you murmur, climbing over her. “One more. Gonna fill you up one last time.”

Before she can respond, you grab the back of her thigh and fold her in half — one leg pushed up over her shoulder, the other bent out wide. You slide your cock between her soaked folds, and even after everything, she’s still tight — clenching around you like she doesn’t want to let go.

You push in slow at first, just to watch the expression on her face — her jaw drops, eyes fluttering shut as your cock sinks in again, stretching her open. You’re already so fucking deep in this position, and when your hips bottom out, your stomach brushes hers and you swear you feel her fucking pulse around you.

She’s gone. Moaning, begging, grabbing at the sheets like she can’t survive another round — but the second you pull back and thrust in again, hard, sharp, deep, she screams for it.

"FUCK—right there, baby, right fucking there—"

You fuck into her like you’re trying to live inside her — fast, brutal thrusts that punch deep into her every time your hips snap forward. She’s folded up tight, stomach pressed up, tits bouncing, her pussy dripping with slick and cum and the obscene, wet sound of it echoing through the room.

You press down on her lower belly again and feel yourself inside her — bulging against her skin, so deep she can barely breathe.

“You feel that, baby?” you pant, voice wrecked. “That’s me, right fucking there—”

She sobs, nodding frantically, fingers digging into your biceps as her pussy clenches again, fluttering around you.

“I-I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come, please—please don’t stop—”

You slam into her faster, harder, dragging her down the mattress with each thrust. Her whole body is vibrating now, legs locked up, eyes wide and glassy.

“Come for me,” you growl, thrusting deep and holding there, grinding your hips into hers, rubbing against her g-spot. “Come on my cock, Mel. Wanna feel you fall apart while I fill this perfect pussy one last time.”

And then she breaks.

Her whole body goes stiff, then snaps — pussy squeezing so tight around you it’s like a vice, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her third orgasm crashes over her. She convulses under you, squirting again — not as much this time, but still enough to make your cock slick and your thighs soaked.

You can’t hold it anymore.

You curse, choke out her name, and slam into her one last time — burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitches, then explodes inside her. Thick, hot cum floods her pussy, spilling around your cock as you pump her full all over again, grinding into her as deep as you can, not wasting a single drop.

She’s shaking, barely conscious, breath stuttering as she takes all of it. Her fingers grip your forearm like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

You stay there, buried inside her, breathing heavy against her shoulder. Both of you soaked. Spent. Absolutely destroyed.

You kiss her cheek softly and murmur against her ear:

“You’re fucking perfect.”

She’s too tired to speak — just hums, smiling lazily, filled to the brim and happy to be ruined by you.