Mel’s Terms of Endearment Headcanons ~Melissa Schemmenti xFem Girlfriend!Reader
It struck me that since Melissa is Italian, there could be some great headcanons for nicknames for her girlfriend. I found this page, that was helpful on Italian terms of endearment. And so, I bring you these headcanons: (Also, this is by no means an exhaustive list of the nicknames I think Melissa would use)
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Warnings: implied NSFW, lots of fluff, blushing, light teasing, terms of endearment, pet names, nicknames, kissing, PDA, jealousy, implied exhibitionist kink, implied strap-on fucking, body adoration, rough menstrual cycle, implied smut, quick heated kiss, comforting, little angst, fluffy fluff fluff, etc.
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Hun’
Hun’ is for most public situations. This is Mel’s across the board term of endearment when there are others around.
“Hey Hun’…?” Melissa called out from her classroom to you passing in the hallway.
You feet immediately swiveled to the sound of your girlfriend summoning you. You popped your head into the classroom full of kids and your favorite red head.
“Yeah, what’s up, Mel?” You lovingly chirped.
The woman swayed over to you.
“I think I left some copies for my class on the printer… Would you mind watching my class while I go grab them?” She gently asked, batting her eyelashes at you.
You chuckled lightly and blushed.
You couldn’t ever deny this woman anything…
“I’m going to the office anyway, let me grab your copies for you…” you answered.
Melissa’s face lit up and a smirk plastered her face.
“Love ya…!” She cooed, quiet enough for none of the kids to hear.
“You too, baby…” you replied in a hushed tone, turning around and making your way to the office for the red head.
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Babe
Babe is a higher level of Hun’. Mel uses it sometimes in public, and it’s a tad more affectionate. This her go-to if she wants to establish that your hers…
Barbara had a teachers aid this year. Not that’s he needed it, no, not at all. But Barbara had volunteered to take the sweet girl on, so that she could learn a bit about teaching first hand.
She was young, like you. She was actually younger than you, but closer in age than you and Melissa. And she immediately took to liking you.
A little too much in Melissa’s opinion…
Melissa was at lunch per usual, and she was taking rather harsh stabs at her salad.
“Melissa, Dear, now what has that salad done to you…?” Barbara teased lightly, but also genuinely curious and concerned for her colleague.
“Your new teachers aid…” The red head grumbled.
“What are you—” Barbara began, but her eyes got distracted at you in the hallway.
You were just trying to walk to the break room, when the young woman stepped in front of you. You yelped slightly. She began talking to you and very obviously flirting a bit.
It’s not that she was horrible… Your heart simply belonged to someone else. But she had taken you so aback and was talking so much, you barely got a word in. From the corner of your eye, you could see Barbara and Melissa watching.
You could feel Melissa’s hard and intent gaze…
And before you knew it, the red head was up from her seat and beside you. She linked her arm around yours and looked to you.
“Don’t mean to interrupt…”
She most definitely did.
“But I need your help, Babe… In my classroom. Now.” She gritted out with the most fake smile.
She practically dragged you back to her classroom, closed the door, and slammed you against it. Her lips smashed against yours. You moaned lightly at her fervor.
“Mel… we’re in public…” you panted.
“Don’t Care… she can’t have you… your mine…” she rambled into the kiss.
You chuckled lightly and took the woman by the cheeks, meeting her gaze.
“Baby, im yours. Only yours. No one else’s.” You reassured your girlfriend.
This seemed to calm her down a bit.
“Alright…” she sighed.
“Good.”
You smiled lightly and gave her a peck on the lips.
“But I get first dips on the strap when we get home…” she murmured.
You dropped your jaw for dramatic effect and swatted the red head. This led to both of you chuckling and laughing your way happily back to the break room.
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Cutie
Cutie is reserved for Melissa’s sweet and tender moments or her term for you when she’s edging you in or out of your subspace. This one is not said in public as much, it’s more of a private, little nickname that never fails to make you blush…
You sat on the couch, cradling yourself, a tub of ice cream at your side, and the tv on. You had called out of work today, because of your cramps. They were the worst sometimes. At best, you were in constant, stabbing pains, but still able to walk. At worst, they completely incapacitated you.
At 6, your red headed girfriend walked through the door. Her eyes immediately met your hurting frame. She put her stuff down, taking her jacket off, and made her way over to you on the couch. She placed the ice cream on the living room table and you whimpered slightly.
But you sighed out in content as the red head moved you to lay in her lap. She began stroking your hair and moving down your frame. Eventually, your eyes moved from the tv screen to Mel’s. Your eyes were glossy and looked exhausted.
“Hey Baby…” Melissa gently cooed.
“Hi…” your hoarse throat managed to get out.
“Haven’t slept…?”
You shook your head. The red head hummed in response, continuing to caress your frame.
Another thing about your period… It made your hormones wild. It was like a heat…
You could feel your core already warming up in need, and your hips began to move instinctually into your girlfriends lap. You then felt her hands pick you up, so that you were sitting in her lap.
“Want me to take care of ya…?” She lovingly asked.
You pouted with your lips and eyes, nodding eagerly. Melissa chuckled lightly at how adorable you were.
“Such a hopeless Cutie, aren’t ya…?” She softly purred.
You bit your lip and nodded. She then began taking off the oversized hoodie, exposing your chest to the woman. Her eyes widened at your top naked half.
Damn, she would never get tired of your body…
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Amore (love)
Amore is when Mel is feeling romantic or wants to express her commitment to you. This is to remind you and her of your partnership and her Italian roots. This is for more intimate, loving moments, and is used less, but on occasion in public.
It was date night.
Every Friday, you and your red headed girlfriend set aside everything for date night. With both of you working, you had found it tricky to get time with each other. Date night was one solution to this dilemma.
You walked through the front door and were immediately met with the aroma of Mel’s fabulous cooking.
She must have beaten you home…
You set down your things and made your way into the kitchen. The red head was standing by the counter, making a sauce of some sorts. You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around the woman. Melissa immediately relaxed at your touch.
“Heyyy Amore…” she hummed.
“Hi Baby…” you whispered, beginning to lovingly pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“Watcha making…?” You curiously asked.
“Ravioli…” Melissa hummed.
You hummed in delight at the red heads words.
“I’ll set the table…!” You chirped, making Melissa chuckle lightly.
Once the table has been set, and Melissa had brought over the food, you two could properly eat. But before you both went to sit down, you stopped the red head by the side of the table, lovingly connecting your lips to hers. She caringly met your lips. You both hummed happily into each others lips. But as soon as the kiss was getting heated, your girlfriend pulled away.
“Later Amore, Let’s eat first…” she cooed.
You bit your lip, blushing lightly, and nodded in agreement. You both then sat down and enjoyed your meal, discussing each others days and such.
Later indeed…
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Cucciola (cub/baby)
Cucciola is used by Mel for sweet, intimate moments where she somehow has the upper hand, power, something over you. It’s very loving like Amore. But also on the other hand, this is the nickname for her replacement for Baby. Melissa uses this in more private occasions and less in public, but when she does use it in public, it never fails to make you blush.
Melissa waltzed into the break room and sat down next to Barbara.
“Well you seem awfully chipper today, dear…” Barb hummed.
Melissa had a big smile plastered on her face as she nodded.
“Got my leftover lasagna from the weekend with me…!” She quipped.
But as the red head went to open her lunch bag, she realized it wasn’t hers… It was yours… She internally smacked herself in the face. A frustrated groan left the woman’s lift.
“What’s wrong?” Barbara asked.
“Accidentally swapped my lunch with Y/N’s…” she grumbled, packing your salad back up and standing up.
“Be right back…!” She sighed.
Melissa walked down the hallways until she reached your classroom. She knocked lightly, hating to interrupt you as you were finishing up your class. You came to the door, your face brightening at the sight of your girlfriend.
“Hey Baby… What’s up…?” You whispered.
“Our lunches seem to be swapped.” She spoke in a low tone, showing you your lunch bag, “Be a doll and grab mine, Cucciola…?”
Your breath hitched lightly at the nickname and blushed. You nodded and immediately went to your desk and grabbed Melissa’s lunch, bringing it back to the door.
“Thank you, Cucciola.” She sighed in relief, “You’re a lifesaver…”
She gave you a kiss on the cheek and left, leaving you light headed and flustered.
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Cucciolina (little cub/baby)
Cucciolina is close to Cucciola, except it’s used at an even more extreme of when Mel wants to show her being above you in some way. It’s also a very soft term of endearment. This is rarely used in public, unless Melissa is purposely teasing you somehow.
You were cuddled up with your red headed girlfriend on the couch when the oven timer started blaring through the room.
Your face lit up with excitement and giddiness, and you practically jumped off Melissa’s lap, running into the kitchen. You could already smell it… Mel’s famous baked ziti.
“Wait, Amore!! Be careful, it’s hot—!!” The woman warned with a shout to you in the kitchen.
But you did not head her advice. No, you were too excited. Melissa got up from the couch with a chuckle. She heard a little bit of clattering and then silence. She made her way into the kitchen, only to find you sitting on the counter, your face contorted in pain and your hand cradling three of your fingers. Tears threatened to form.
The red head immediately rushed over to you, checking you up and down to see the extent of your injuries.
“Cucciolina, what happened??” She spoke, her tone laced with care and concern.
You looked at the woman with your lips trembling slightly. She then moved her focus to your face and fingers, watching a silent tear escape your eyelid.
“I… too hot… didn’t think… Mel…hurts…” you whimpered, in pain but also embarrassed that you hadn’t listened to Melissa, and a few more tears escaped your eyes.
She took your three fingers to examine the damage, and she wasn’t going to lie, you had burned yourself pretty badly. Melissa took you in her embrace lovingly, comforting you.
“I’m here, Cucciolina, don’t you worry… It’s okay to cry… I’ll take care of you.” She cooed.
You nodded with more tears falling down your cheeks and running down your chin. The red head proceeded to kiss your tears away. She then went to the oven, turned it off, and went over to the freezer to grab some ice. She wrapped the ice around a towel and wrapped that around your finger.
Melissa then scooped you up and carried you back to the couch, laying you in her lap. You snuggled into the woman’s embrace. Silence took the room, except for your occasional whimpers and silent tears. The red head eventually began caressing your form, running her fingers through your hair and stroking your spine lovingly.
“Mel…? Can I have some baked ziti…?” You eventually whispered.
This made the Melissa chuckle lightly.
“Sure, Amore. I’ll get you some.” She cooed.
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