#and. Like. I'm seriously having trouble drawing this dance move so I'll just turn this into that scene instead ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌ why not

[screwpinecaprice]

That scene from this anime where the girl (Aira) almost fell off a cliff after a hallucination is a childhood core memory for me for some reason. 😭 (Said hallucination is around 38:47.)

This isn't a crossover AU. I drew it as connverse because I just thought it would be fun.

[pixie88]

The Naughty Teacher

A/N: Those who play Lovelink know Marco Bottazzi. He currently grey, I miss him so decided to do another FF continuing from the last! He makes it hard not to fall for him while he sets you up with his best friend. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Marco Bottazzi FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), Tattoo Artist to Businessman (Blake Bailey) & Photogenic (Dominic Wright) FF.

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 1754

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Marco X MC - Naomi

Enjoy!

We have been on three more dates since our date where he cooked dinner for me. We haven't done any more than a kiss, flirt in person, and via text until last night.

He had texted me just after he'd had a shower, which turned into sexting. Now I'm sexually frustrated, but he's working today and has his mom's birthday meal tonight, which he wanted me to go with him, but I thought it was too soon after he split with Sally.

His parents probably wouldn't take our relationship seriously considering he has only just broken up with her just 3 weeks ago.

*1 New Message from Marco Bottazzi on Lovelink*

[Hey gorgeous, Are you ok? What you up to? I can't stop thinking about our sexting session. I blush each time I think about it. xx]

[Hiya, I'm great thank you. What about you?  I'm enjoying my day off all cozy in bed reading a book. How is work? I was thinking about re-reading the messages actually. x]

[I'm now blushing at the thought of you re-reading those messages.....touching yourself! I'm in the middle of class texting you under the table while my students are doing a pop quiz. xx]

[Touching myself wishing it was you! Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this considering you are at school. Naughty teacher! Maybe you could pop by after your Mom's birthday meal tonight? x]

[GOD! I agree, as currently, I can't get up from my desk without displaying the situation in my pants right now. I would love to but I have some papers to grade. What about tomorrow night? xx]

[Opps! haha. Look forward to it! x]

[Slowly going thank god. Lunch in 35 minutes. Sort out the details later. I can't wait either xx]

This gives me an idea.

~*~*~*~

40 minutes later, my knuckles knock on the cold wooden door, I hear movement on the other side, then the door opens before he has time to say anything I speak.

"Mr. Bottazzi, I'm here for my appointment to talk about Kyle's grades"

He looks confused, then notices Mrs. Norris who escorted me to his classroom.

"Oh yes! Sorry, I forgot that was today. Please come in," He says as moves away from the doorway to let me into the classroom. Mrs. Norris smiles and leaves us to it.

Marco closes the door I'm just about to speak and he puts his finger to his lips to shh me. We hear Mrs. Norris's heels tap along the wooden floor fading further and further away.

"Naomi, What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you"

"Why did you say you were a parent?" He asks.

"I didn't, I said I was an Aunt and Kyle's Mom sent me because she couldn't make the meeting herself"

"How did you know there was a Kyle here?"  he asks.

"I saw Mrs. Norris putting in names on the computer of children who are in today I didn't give his last name. Just in case. Don't you like my resourcefulness?" I wink.

"You do know I can never bring to any work party's now!" He smirks.

"Well, at least while Mrs. Norris is here!" I wink. I turn to look around his classroom.

"So, you wanted to see me?" he asks.

I turn back to him "Yeah, How long is your lunch break?"

He looks at the clock "I have 47 minutes left" he smiles.

I walk towards the door and flip the lock. I turn back to him with my back pressed against the door.

He knows exactly what I'm thinking "Naomi, as much as I want to we can't!"

"Why?" I ask.

"This is my place of work. If we get caught I'd lose my job"

"How would anyone know? The door is locked. Unless anyone else has a key?" I smirk.

"Well, the only other person with a key is the janitor. Who is on lunch at the moment" I can see he's fighting with himself, but before I could react his lips claim mine.

His body pressed against mine, his tongue parts my lips as it dances with mine.

His hand comes under my thigh and lifts up one of my legs, his hips are pushing into mine and I can feel his hard member against my throbbing core.

His lips move to my pulse line and up to my ear "I'm going to be in so much trouble if we get caught!"  he whispers.

"Maybe we should stop?" I ask.

"Too late now. I don't think I can stop!" he nips my ear lobe before his lips crash to mine as he is lifting my other thigh and I wrap my legs around him.

He carries me across the room, I have no idea where we are going until I feel him set me down. He swipes whatever is behind me, he pulls away a little "I've always wanted to do that!" he says.

I let out a small giggle.

His hand glides up my thigh under my dress until he reaches my centre and brushes against it. "Lay back!" he demands.

I do as he says, he lifts up my legs and places my feet on the desk. His hands come under my dress again, he grasps the waistband of my underwear and pulls it down until their discarded. He lays small kisses on the inside of my thigh trailing towards my core.

"You'll have to keep quiet Naomi!" I feel his breath against me before his tongue parts my folds and lap at my centre.

I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. He spreads my legs and starts to work against my clit. My hand tangles in his hair, my hips buck up, I'm finding it hard to not moan aloud. "Ohh, Marco!" I whisper.

I feel him smirk against me "That is my new favourite noise," he whispers against me.

I pull myself up, jump off the desk, and start to unbuckle his belt.

"Naomi, what are you....." he's cut off by me freeing him and wrapping my hand around the base of him. I circled my tongue around his tip, and he groans, "Fuck...baby!"

I take him in fully, run my tongue along him from the base all to the tip. I gently graze my teeth gently as I draw him out, his hand clutches my hair, and he moves me to his own rhythm.

"Naomi...that feels so.....God!" he whispers.

He begins to move his hips faster. He groans louder, he pulls me up and crashes his lips to mine. His kiss is more urgent, he lifts me up onto the desk again.

"In my bag, there's a condom," I tell him.

He picks up my bag off the floor and finds it.

He grips the foil packet between his teeth, tears it out, and rolls it over his hard member.

He kisses me again as he runs along my centre before pushing past my entrance. Filling me. I grasp his hair and moan against his lips.

"Harder" Marco's thrusts become harder, he draws out slowly until the tip is just inside me then he thrust back in faster and harder.

"Oh god! Yes!"  I moan.

The desk moves with us each time he thrusts into me.

"Wow, this is a hundred times better than I could ever imagine" he whispers against my ear.

I move my lips to his jawline, his stubble is rough against my lips, I move to his neck and he catches his breath.

I love having this effect on him. He lifts my chin to kiss my lips as he pushes me to lay back onto the oak desk. He climbs onto the desk with me and speeds up his movements. His lips move to my pulse line and gently nips.

I'm close to the edge, I hold on to him a little bit tighter "Marco...YES!" I moan a little too loud as I fall over the edge.

He groans, his thrust becomes faster then I feel him hit his own peak as he moans are muffled out against my neck.

We lay like this for a few minutes to catch our breath.

He lifts up to look at me, I smile, "Do I get an A+ Mr. Bottazzi?" I ask.

He laughs, "Actually, you need to retake this test, but at another time and in a few different positions!" He winks.

"Well, I'm more than willing to do anything to get my grades up!"

He laughs again "Ok, this is getting a bit weird now!" He says as he pulls out of me and gets off the desk.

He picks up my underwear and hands it to me before he glances at the clock. "I only have 10 minutes before my next class"

"Kicking me out Mr. Bottazzi?" I ask jokingly.

"I wish you could stay but obviously that's not possible, but if the offer is still there I'd love to see you tonight?"

"I thought you had papers to grade?" I ask.

"I do! But I'd rather see you. Plus, I can grade them in my classes in the morning or at lunch"

"Like I'm going to pass up the opportunity to get an action replay of that! Without having to be quiet" I wink.

His cheeks glow red "Or holding back," he smirks.

"Mr. Bottazzi, were you holding out on me?" I ask.

He just winks.

I smile, "I better go. I'll see you tonight?"

He pulls me to him and cups my face before placing a small kiss on my lips. "Can't wait!"

I start to leave "See you later then," I say as I leave the classroom.

I'm walking home when I hear my phone.

*1 New Message from Marco Bottazzi on Lovelink*

[I can't believe we did that! Does this mean I get your actual number now? I did give you mine last week xx]

I reply in a normal text instead of through the app.

[I didn't think you had it in you Mr. Bottazzi! You surprised me! Of course, and this is it! x]

*1 New Message from Marco <3*

[You seem to bring out a side of me, I never knew I had! So, does this mean we are deleting the app? I finally have your number!! ;) xx]

[Well, Mr. Bottazzi now we are on texting territory I no longer have use for the app ;) x]

*1 New Message from Marco <3*

[Me either deleting it as we speak. Looking forward to tonight! xx]

[Deleted already. Believe me, I am too! See you later x]

@khoicesbyk​

[i-amm-writing]

Senseless Short Story Shamble:

--fluff, mystery, adventure, romance, YA

Amber and scarlet colored leaves danced on the ground, stirred up by a Southern wind. I pulled my cardigan closer around me. Always a woman who dressed for the season, I had a large collection of cardigans specially selected for the fall. But that's not exactly important. I took a deep breath. The fresh, autumn scent had a calming effect.

It was a nice day to take a walk in the park.

A man on the path walked quite a ways in front of me, slowly heading towards me. Studying him for a moment, I noticed he looked nervous. I frowned, glancing away, then looked back at him. Suddenly his eyes met mine and he smiled.

Oh shoot. Do I know him? Who is he?

He came towards me. Even more surprising, he quickly pulled me into a hug. I was speechless. He was warm, and he smelled good, but I still had no idea who he was.

"Pretend you know me," he whispered in my ear.

"What? Do I — Who are you?"

"Just do it."

"Okay," I said, nodding my head and managing a smile.

He finally released me from the hug and placed my arm through his.

I chewed on my lip. Was he some sort of kidnapper? A serial killer? Was he going to shove me in a car and hurt me?

I stopped walking, gently pulling on his arm, all the while keeping a smile on my face. "Who are you?"

"You could get in a lot of trouble if I told you."

"I could also get in a lot if trouble if you don't tell me. How do I know if I can trust you? If I can't trust you, why should I help you?"

He smiled, leaning towards me, keeping up a good act. "I'm a surveillance operative. I work for the government." He slipped an ID into my hand. I studied it. It looked real enough. He took it back.

"You're a spy," I said. "Wha—why do you need my help?"

"I don't want to get caught. I need to blend in. You were the, um, best person I could find. I'm sorry."

"But—"

"Are you going to help me or not?" His grin could melt the North Pole, but his voice pressed for a quick answer.

I nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just keep walking and talking. We're friends, okay?"

"Okay."

We continued on, dry leaves crunching beneath our boots.

"So, what's your name, friend?" the man asked.

"Danielle."

"It's nice to meet you, Danielle."

"You can call me Dee, if you'd like. Um, what's your name?"

"Maybe just call me George."

"Well, if you're going to fake your name, the least I can do is give you a better alias than that. What about Derek?"

"Derek?"

"Yeah."

"I guess."

I smiled, satisfied. We walked down the sidewalk, coming back into the city, leaving behind the beauty of the park. I had really wanted to enjoy the colors -- but things were definitely not going as planned.

We walked on for several blocks, smiling and making small talk. But soon, I started to feel a new mood in Derek. His body was tense.

I chuckled nervously. "What's wrong?"

Without warning, he gripped onto my arm and pulled me into an alleyway. It was dark and stinky.

"Shh," he said, covering my mouth with his hand. He pressed my back against the wall, holding me tight around my waist. It was as though he wanted to become one with the wall — sandwiching me in between. His eyes flickered towards the street, watching for something to appear in the distance.

What's happening?

I struggled a little. He ignored me, his eyes still glued on the street. He was too strong to fight with, and too much of a stranger to trust. I shook my head, trying to get loose from his hand.

Finally, his hand slipped from my mouth. His body sagged against mine. "They're gone."

"Who?" I snapped, pushing him away.

"The thugs that were following me," he said simply. "Listen. I'm sorry I got you into all this. It's definitely not the most professional thing I have done." He growled underneath his breath. "I'm no rookie, but boy have I made a rookie's mistake."

"You panicked."

His eyes shot to mine. "What?"

"You got scared. There's nothing wrong with that," I said. "What is wrong though is you keeping me in the dark. I deserve to know what's going on. Afterall, it's no longer just your life on the line."

"You talk like this happens to you everyday."

"Well, maybe not stuff like this. It's just that I can think pretty clearly under pressure."

"Unlike me, it appears."

"Maybe, but that still doesn't dismiss the fact that I have no idea what's going on. Talk to me, or I'm out of here."

He bit his bottom lip, staring off into the street. A few minutes passed, and he still hadn't said anything.

I herumphed and started to walk away. With quick ease, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to stand in front of him.

"Don't. Are you crazy? That would be dangerous."

"It wasn't dangerous until I met you!"

He sighed. "I don't know how much I can tell you. Above all, this is serious business. You can't be fooling around."

Voices sounded from the sidewalk. Oh great. What a suspicious sitiluation this must look like, I thought.

Suddenly, Derek jerked me towards him. His lips collided with mine. His arms wrapped around me. Surprised, I allowed him to kiss me. I sort of knew what he was trying to do -- but still, the least he could have done was warn me!

Quiet and quick, the sidewalk strollers passed by. Why disturb the lovers, right? That would just be awkward. But at least they were gone.

Still, Derek continued to kiss me. And, strangely enough, I started kissing him back.

Finally, we pulled away.

He caught his breathe. "Ar-are they gone?"

I nodded. "They've been gone for a while."

"That's, uh, good. I think." He stepped back a step and cleared his throat. "We'd better get moving again. I need to get back to HQ."

"Right."

He offered me his arm. I took it quietly. After a while of silence, Derek actually spoke up.

"I'm sorry. About, uh, what happened back there."

"You panicked again. No need to say sorry," I said. "But, maybe you could warn a girl before you do something like that again? Just some advice for future escapades."

Derek stopped walking. "Do you seriously think I plan on just grabbing random woman and doing stuff like this? Believe me when I say this is the first time anything like this, or, uh, that, has happened."

"I'd hope so. Still, just warn me next time."

"Next time?"

I stared up at him. "You know. When you panic."

He shook his head. "I won't panic."

"So, you won't kiss me again?"

He nodded. "I promise I won't. Again, I'm sorry I did it the first time. It violated your personal space and I overstepped my bounds."

I lifted my shoulders. "Well, considering everything, I didn't exactly fight you. And it did provide a good cover."

Derek stared at me. "Yes. It did. But I promise it won't happen again."

Finally, I came right out with it. "You seemed to enjoy it."

"In all honesty, I did. But that's beside the point."

"What's the point, then?"

"The point is; we don't know each other. It was just an accidental kiss. And I'm sorry about that."

"I'm not asking you to apologize."

"You're not?"

I shook my head. "I'm saying I'm just as guilty of enjoying that kiss as you are."

"You are?"

"Yes."

His brows furrowed as he continued walking. We traveled on in silence for quite a while. I wanted to smack myself. Idiot. You jumped to the wrong conclusion. He doesn't like you. Who would? You're just an awkward bookworm!

Suddenly, Derek stopped walking. He turned towards me, rubbing his chin. Then he smiled. "I actually think I'm panicking. Imagine that." His arms slipped around me, drawing me in until our lips met. After a few slow seconds of that, he drew back and looked me in the eyes.

"Satisfied?" I wondered.

He shook his head. "It might take a lifetime to satisfy this craving. But, I'm afraid there are more pressing matters at hand at the moment. We're still in danger of being recognized, remember?"

"How could I forget? But, you're the spy. Tell me you have a plan."

"Dee, you've seen first-hand that I don't have a plan at all."

"But you've made up for it by being cute."

He shook his head. "Now, don't distract me."

I smiled. "I'll do my best not to. You have my word."

But Derek didn't hear me. He was looking across the street. Then he suddenly grabbed my hand. "Run!"

-sigh-. . .I was bored again.

[roseyserpents]

Secrets

Discoveries

Summary: You and Sweet Pea went through a rough patch in your relationship that almost tore you apart. As you're fixing your relationship, your secrets start to get in the way. Can your relationship withstand another storm?

Warnings: threats?

Word count: 1438

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long! I've been busy with midterms and shit but I should get back into updating now! That's also why the chapters short (I edited and it didn't save and I'm to tired to redo it) :)

You woke up lying on Sweet Peas chest, his arm wrapped around your waist keeping you in place. His chest gently rose and fell, moving your head up and down with each of his soft breaths. A gentle smile crossed your face as you moved your thumb back and forth, your hand on his chest. Sunlight seeps through the cracks in the blinds, basking the peaceful morning in a warm yellow glow.

"Morning." Sweet Pea says, voice deep and scratchy from sleep. You prop yourself up on your elbow, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek pulling away with a small smile. "You missed." You roll your eyes as he turns on his side, his head still in the pillow.

"Can we just stay here all day?" You ask, mindlessly playing with the fingers on one of his hands.

"I would say yes, but I have to go somewhere with Jughead and Fangs at one." Sweet Pea sighs.

"Nooo." You oppose, wrapping your arms around him. "Mine."

"I'll be back around seven." He assures you, his hand cradling the back of your head. "It's not that long."

"Six hours!" You exclaim, leaning back so you can look at him. "That's a fourth of the day!"

"You're not coming with us." He says softly but sternly saying there was no bargaining on this.

"Why not?" You whine, sounding more like his child than his girlfriend.

"It's dangerous and I don't want you getting hurt." He answers. "It's a boys trip."

"So you think us girls and Kevin aren't tough?" You ask, quirking a brow prompting him to let out an exasperated sigh.

"No, but none of us want our girlfriends or boyfriend to get involved with this."

You groan but give up on trying to go with him, finding it cute he wanted to keep you safe and gratefully accepting the momentary peace from a great deal of questions from the events of last night. After lying in bed for another hour you finally get dressed and make food.

-

Around quarter til seven you hear a knock on the door, pausing the TV and drawing your brow together. You didn't understand why Sweet Pea would knock on the door to his own home but you got up to open the door nonetheless, your face falling when you see the person behind it.

"You didn't tell me you were home all by your lonesome today." Matt says, letting himself in.

"Get out Matt," you command sternly, "You will not come in and taint my home, the one place I have left that's fortunately been untouched by you."

"Well unfortunately for you, I have the upper-hand in this situation." He says, picking up a framed picture of you and Sweet Pea and rolls his eyes.

"Honestly he's made you go soft. You never did anything like this in Bidview." He scoffs, referring to you and Sweet Pea sitting on a couch with your legs over his and your arms wrapped around him, your chin on his shoulder and your noses brushed against each other in an Eskimo kiss. You both have wide smiles but they're at each other instead of the camera as if it simply doesn't exist.

"No, he's made me me again. You have no clue who I am." You defend.

"Oh Y/n/n, you don't really believe you can escape from who you were with me; from what you did. Killing someone isn't something you can just forget." He smirks, leaning against the wall next to the still open door.

"Matt I swear to you, if you lay a single one of your disgusting hands on Sweet Pea or keep meddling in our relationship, I chase you out of town. I will tell everyone who - what you are. And that's a promise." You hiss, slowly stepping closer until you stand in front of him with your finger jabbed in his chest.

"I think you forgot my only real goal in being here. All of the other stuff I'm doing on the side like our dance we shared yesterday is simply just for fun. But there's something I can promise you, if you keep this up, not only will you be back with the Ghoulies and the Serpents gone, you and Sweet Pea won't exist and you'll be crawling back to me. So if I were you, it choose your next actions very. Wisely." His voice and expression had gradually hardened and gotten darker as his mini speech continued until he looked exactly how he did when he was with you. For the first time since this all started, you felt genuine fear of what you had gotten yourself in to and for everything you'd gotten for yourself. You hated yourself for dragging Sweet Pea into this, for risking the entirety of the Serpents, for getting involved with Matt, for getting into this mess in the first place. You'd rebuilt yourself since Bidview and the Ghoulies but now the tar that seemed to fill the two memories was trying to seep into the sunny bright new life, slowly infecting the light.

"Y/n?" Toni says from the doorway.

Toni looks between you and Matt in disbelief and something between disappointment and something else.

"Sam. Out. Now." You say with no way for him to deny it. He walks out but now without flashing Toni a grin before trotting down the steps and back to what ever depth of hell he came from.

"So are you going to explain that to me, or am I going to have to ask Sweet Pea?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Toni it's, it's not that easy." You sigh, running your fingers through your hair and closing the door before sitting down on the couch.

"You killed somebody? You were a Ghoulie?" She continues to question, standing in front of you after crossing the room.

"Everything you heard is from my life before I moved to Riverdale and left it all behind. I don't want anything to do with what I did. You heard, I'm a lot different than that me." You give an exasperated answer. "Please, let's just leave this for tomorrow."

She presses her lips into a line, as if considering your proposal before agreeing. "I expect answers, though." You nod and let her out before collapsing on to the couch with a single, silent tear tracking down your cheek. You tried so hard to prevent this. To prevent everything from your before to come crashing into your now.

The front door opens yet again but this time the heavy footsteps are welcome. Sweet Pea shuts the door and throws off his Serpents jacket where it falls in a heap of leather on the counter.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asks after seeing your cracking state. You don't answer as you feel yourself break down, standing up and wrapping your arms tightly around him you let out a sob into his shirt leaving a wet spot of your tears. "Hey hey hey, I got you, you're okay." He tries to comfort you, his strong arms holding you against him. He places a lingering kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head. You clung to him like your life depended on it, like he was the only thing anchoring you to this life. Sweet Pea lead you to the bedroom and you both sat down with you still clinging to him.

"Y/n, what happened? Did someone hurt you?" He asks, the last part coming out sterner as if he was already enraged at the thought of it.

"I'm sorry." You sniff, your face still buried in his chest. "I love you, so much Sweet Pea."

"I love you too." He replies, chosing to leave the answers to his questions for another time seeing as you didn't seem to be in the right state to give them. He was worried about you. Ever since Sam had started school and he was in your life again, you had gone downhill fast. Everything about you had changed and your overall positive mood had been turned into one of seriousness. Your jokes and clinginess that was annoyingly cute had disappeared and been replaced with worry and you acting like you were always looking over your shoulder. He didn't know exactly what the situation between you and Sam was, but he knew he was going to get to the bottom of it and find some way to get you out of whatever it was and keep you safe. But in doing so, he didn't know just how much trouble he would get himself in.

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