Hey, I'm back with the first part of this three-part special. Sorry if I'm not as energetic just tired right now. Whatever, it's here and posted so you know why it me so damn long to make this. Basically some lore building and filling in some blanks plus practice. We only had one episode with Bully QT and somehow I got over 10k words.
Speaking of worldbuilding, how do you guys feel about trivia at the end of each chapter. I've been thinking about that Crystal Prison and wanted to do something similar to QTQ. I'll do that later. ON WITH THE REVIEWS.
JD1122/Bryan Pacheco: Good to be back. I know everyone loves a lemon-dedicated chapter but that's difficult to accomplish. We need build-up and purpose to make it more enjoyable.
Pirohiko-Baltazar: Maybe in Tabby's chapter we can have something similar to that.
Mr. Haziq: Unfortunately yes and given his most recent episode of him getting a date/girlfriend made things more complicated.
Tags: AU, Developing crush, Possible future chapters, Forward, Flirty, Friends with Benefits, Confession, Grinding, Lap dance, Twerking, Face Fuck and Against the wall
Lisa continued to rub her sensitive clitoris while pinching her nipples. "Issac, what's the next universe please," She requested while biting her lip.
"Of course, Dr. Loud," He replied while she shoved her fingers deep inside her. "Oh, this is one of the random three chapters that the author posted," Issac answered. "The first one is Taylor aka Bully QT,"
"Oh the latest QT right?" Lisa asked with a shuddering hiss.
"Yes. This universe is a simple reverse born order with headcanons to make the story more interesting," Issac acknowledged.
"Let us proceed," Lisa grinned as the universe played
Lincoln focused intensely on the Tv screen. His fingers rapidly tapped and pressed the buttons on his controller. He rolled several times to remove the blastblight from the Teostra's crimson dust cloud. All of his nullberries were consumed. The front door opened with groans welcoming his ears. "What the hell happened to you girls?" Lincoln asked his younger sister Lynn and her friends Margo, Paula, and Natalie. Their outside underwear was tightly knotted, forcing them to walk as a unit while covered in dirt, grime, and mild bruises. He approached the girls, searching for a weak spot in the knot. They blushed at his search. Their best friend's brother is looking at their underwear. Although, he wasn't the only one that saw.
"We pissed off a bunch of eighth-graders," Paula mumbled. His blue eyes blazed for a split second.
"They did this all week. None of the other sixth graders were safe," Margo added. His nimble fingers found and pulled the release thread. They collapsed on the carpet in a huff.
"Who did this?" Lincoln asked, tugging Lynn to her feet. His brotherly instincts activated.
"It's a group. Two guys and a girl," She informed her elder brother. He rubbed his chin, narrowing the possible choices.
"Did one of them wear glasses, have a weird nose, and the girl has an emo cut?" Lincoln questioned, crafting a plan for them and covering his eye to mimic the style. They nodded for each description. "Taylor, Pablo, and Anderson," He declared the bullies' identities. They were frequent troublemakers ever since elementary school. He was a target for them for a while, but they laid him off in fifth grade. "Don't worry, I have an idea," Lincoln smiled, ushered the girls, and whispered the plan.
"Lincoln, you're a genius," Lynn smirked at the idea as her team nodded in agreement.
The sixth child of the Loud family opened his locker, exchanging books for the day. Clyde and Stella were there, too, this early morning. Stella gestured down the hall. "GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHITS!" Taylor barked with her cronies, chasing Lynn and her friends down the aisle. His fellow eighth-graders eyes were consumed with wrath and bloodlust. Lincoln stood before the trio, halting their chase of his sister and her crew behind him. "Get the fuck out of our way, Loud," Taylor seethed, covering her backside with Pablo and Anderson. "And we'll back this easy for you," She warned as some students snickered at their predicament. Lincoln glanced at Lynn with a content glimmer. "That's a no from me, Taylor," He remarked, putting his hands in his hoodie. Clyde and Stella marched and stood beside him. "You're going to have to get through us first," He bragged with confidence. The others muttered at the incoming brawl as more gathered to form a ring, blocking both sides of the hallway.
"You three honestly think, you can handle us?" Anderson scoffed at the idea with crossed arms. Those three are some of the biggest nerds in school. What can they possibly do?
The trio shared a smirk and a glance. "Pretty much, yeah," Clyde admitted before glaring at them with a shrug. He may be a pacifist, but it's time for those kickboxing lessons from Nana Gayle to work. Stella wrapped her long sleek black hair into a snug ponytail.
"I'll handle Taylor," Lincoln ordered in a chilly savage tone at the head of the pack. He arranged himself in an orthodox Muay Thai stance with his fist clenched. Taylor's eyes widened at the suggestion. He's going to eliminate her himself? "You two handle dumb and dumber," He joked with a grin.
"Which one is dumber?" Clyde, Stella, and Lynn Jr. snickered. A booming mumble spread amongst the crowd as the tension thickened like dough ready to rise.
"Bro, you're really going to fight Taylor, you chump?!" Pablo accused the male Loud, wincing at the head smack delivered by Taylor. He sheepishly averted her furious narrowed eyes along with the general female population. The guys shook their heads at the comment. Really dude?
"As his sister, he totally would," Lynn confirmed.
"Let's clear the air for a bit. I'm the only boy out of eleven siblings, so I learn a few things," Lincoln explained with his hair hiding his eyes while a sudden chill appeared. "Girls can dish it, and they take it. A woman taught me how to throw a punch properly," His light footsteps echoed with arctic eyes flickered precisely, scooping out weakness. "Plus, she can actually put up a fight, unlike you," He mocked the glass-wearing Latino.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd chanted with some snickers in the mix.
"Big Talk para alguien que quema al sol, tu mierda de pelo blanco señor," Pábulo fumed with flaring nostrils. Stella stood forward with a palm on her hip.
"Y esto viene por el tipo que llevó a su prima como su cita varias veces. Al menos conseguir el caluroso," Stella remarked in fluent spanish. He was taken back by this. When did she learn spanish?
"Um, that was his hot cousin," Lincoln informed. She glanced at Pablo with a scrunched-up face. Dude, you should've gone alone or taken your mom. "Don't worry, I left money on his mom's dresser for an escort," He smirked, watching a labyrinth of pulsating veins erupt from the huffing Pablo's neck and head.
"¡Tienes eso de vuelta! Mi madre es un santo!" Pablo bellowed as he charged in, flaring his nostrils like a raging bull as his gray boxers were on full display.
"Yeah, the saint of sucking me off," Lincoln marked as Pablo grew nearer by the second. Scattered mutters spread amongst the crowd. Why isn't Lincoln moving? He rotated his form, evading Pablo like an annoying ex. "Ole!" He chimed as Pablo zoomed past him as the momentum continued to push him further. Pablo's eyes shot Lincoln a dirty look from the taunt. The mere distraction was all Clyde needed. McBride rammed his fist into Pablo's cheek. The impact diverted the Latino from his course. He wobbled, with a spit trail escaping his lips. The crowd caught and pushed him back in. Pablo shook his head, recovering his bearings. He rushed in with an overhead strike. Clyde weaved his head out of the way, holding his fists to his chin. The crowd cheered as Clyde delivered combos to Pablo.
"Pablo!" Anderson charged in when Stella's slender leg cut across his ankle. He yelped before covering his chin before colliding on the tile floor.
"That's for the wedgie!" The Filipino sneered recalling some of their earlier encounters in their youth. He growled with a foul glare before raising to engage in his brawl with Zhau. She taunted him with a 'Come here' gesture. Now their group leaders. Taylor's blood steamed as Lincoln played with her attacks. He parried her punches like they were playing Patty-cake. Nothing she did make a dent. His fist deflected a series of her attacks before issuing a swift three-hit combo to her face before kicking her in the gut, creating distance between them. She bared her teeth with ragged and uneven breaths while clenching her stomach as rage swirled around like a pile of clothes in a dryer. Why was he so good at fighting?! Better question. When did he get so good at fighting?! Lincoln remained in his stance, unyielding, studying her potential battle plan. She doesn't have a plan. Neither do her friends. They were brawlers whose only strategy was to hit hard. Clyde knocked Pablo's glasses off with a brutal uppercut before the bully collapsed on the floor like a Jenga tower as his eyes glazed over. Stella unleashed a blinding flurry of strikes to the studded Anderson's torso bulldozing to the lockers. He couldn't react, only feel each devastating strike. These attacks weren't random. Her precise eyes targeted easily damaged areas of human physiology. Stomach, liver, kidneys, solar plexus. Whatever her hands can harm. Stella halted her onslaught yet his body convulsed as his brain lagged at 300 ping, believing she was still attacking him. She wrinkled her nose, talking a few steps back before jogging forward to gain energy to CRASH her size 12 shoes square in his groin like a field goal kick. All the guys and some of the girls groaned, covering their family jewels in condolence. The destructive kick shot an overwhelming thunderous message to his central nervous system. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, clutching his testicles in a desperate attempt to cease the rhythmic throbbing in his private parts. Stella glowered over Anderson's shivering body as his gaping mouth released a high-pitched dog whistle for a scream. Clyde and Lincoln gulped at the event, sharing the same thought. Don't make Stella mad. EVER!
Taylor blinked in utter confusion. What the fuck just happened? Pablo is sleeping beauty as his glasses lie near his ankles as some of his friends attempt to communicate with him in a panic. Anderson rocked on the floor in a defensive position, protecting his developing manhood. Stella and Clyde fist-bumped each other at the victory, barely a scratch on them. Taylor landed a few hits on Bunny boy, but those were love taps with how he devoured them. Outrage filled her eyes, dissatisfied with the outcome. She's one of the toughest girls. No way she will lose this adorkable, sparkling blue-eyed otaku that she bullied for years in elementary school. Wait, adorkable, sparkling blue eyes? No. Get your head in the game, Taylor! Yeah, Lincoln had that thing in Scotland, but this is Royal Woods, Michigan.
She stomped, jerking her thumb to her chest. "COME ON! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!" Taylor goaded Lincoln. Lynn's eyes rounded at the comment, glancing at the mute Lincoln, who arched his brow. She can't be serious.
"You want me to give it my best shot?" Lincoln asked with an emotionless tone, wanting to get the full story.
"Did I fucking stutter? I'm right here," Taylor smirked, oozing pools of hubris from her tongue. "Unless you're too much of a pussy to do it," She taunted. He exhaled, placing his hands at his sides.
"Fine by me," Lincoln answers as his haunting sapphires burn with absolution. He swapped his stance to more utilitarian, drawing his non-dominant to his back. Taylor starred with her jaw ajar in bewilderment at this confirmation. "Here's something my Pop-Pop taught me," He informed his long-time schoolmate. Time stood still. Terror covered her face as she found herself in the glacial void. Alone. Taylor glanced towards a simple phrase above her. Survive. Survive what?! A lone pair of unearthly arctic eyes pierced through the snow as ambient asphyxiation, draining the color from her face like that pair of skinny jeans sitting in your closet. Frozen gales ripped her vocal cords, shattering her bravado and self-assurance of the situation.
Her brain replayed events throughout her life. Woah. She bullied a ton of kids since kindergarten. Another memory emerged from long ago. Something that she buried. Lincoln's welcoming hand to pick her up and that damn charming smile. Were they friends? Possible. Why else would she persistently target him all the way to middle school? Wait…no. It can't be that. Her eyes widened as the puzzle solved itself in her emotion.
"Anchor: First form," Lincoln's disembodied voice bellowed as his approaching fist blitzed as an unforeseen blur. She gasped silently at Lincoln's impending strike. "Polaris," That was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.
Taylor's body fumbled around against the soft surface. She groaned and grumbled as her eyes twitched, slowly opening them to the blurry light. Was someone whispering? Her body raised like a zombie, unaware of her situation. "What happe-AH FUCK!" She asked when a jolt of pain slammed her aching jaw. The nurse handed her an ice pack to soothe the pain. Taylor shuddered at the cooling sensation of the deep blue pack as it provided quick relief. Shit, when the fuck did Loud learn to hit like that? The fact that it was his left hand irked her. "What time is it?" Taylor mumbled, trying not to injure her jaw while speaking.
"It's almost lunch," The nurse revealed to the dumbstruck Taylor. She narrowed her eyes on the clock before her jaw dropped. HOLY FUCK, SHE'S RIGHT! It's the first week of school, and Lincoln knocked her ass out for four hours. Taylor snarled, twisting around on the bed to find Lincoln for round two. The nurse stopped her from getting out of the bed. "Relax, Taylor, I'll have to do a few tests before to make sure you're okay," She ordered. Taylor huffed, crossing her arms as she stingily agreed to the tests. No long-standing head trauma. Vision clear. All of her teeth remained in their designated places. The only injury was the throbbing mandible delivered by Lincoln. "All done. Keep those cotton balls in and take these," The nurse informed, handing the eighth-grader some aspirin. Taylor nodded, taking the pills before drinking her water.
"Am I free to go?" She questioned in a gruff and muffled tone. Her friends were probably at lunch, being the laughingstocks of the day.
The nurse nodded before pointing to something on the floor. "Don't forget that," Taylor arched her brow. Forgot what? She glanced at the floor as her eyes rounded at discovering an orange and black hoodie. That's Lincoln's jacket. Her bag is here too. Taylor stood up and checked her still exposed backside. Lincoln carried her while preserving her modesty. She frowned with a gentle glimmer in her eyes while clenching her white t-shirt vest. He … still cares about her despite being a total bitch. She grabbed it, dusting away dirt from it.
"Thank you," Taylor muttered as she passed, grabbing her bag on the way out.
Taylor stared vacantly at Lincoln's jacket while her swirling thoughts distracted her. How did she become like this? Oh right. She became a bully to stop the bullies herself, as Lincoln was her first target. A mirkless chuckle escaped her lips. It was easy. The white hair chipped tooth and was the only boy besides his dad. She sighed. He had every reason to just leave her there on the cold hard floor. Yet he didn't. "Hey, Taylor," Pablo called out to her. She turned to face him. He had a few faded bruises on his face while Anderson followed behind with a limp, grunting with each step. "Damn, Bunny boy did a number on you," The two winced at her face. Bruises and scratches across her chin and cheeks. Anderson witnessed the event but didn't see Lincoln move. Lincoln launched Taylor with a monstrous uppercut in a fraction of a second, sending her several meters away as her eyes rolled into her skull. Taylor laid flat on the floor like a practice dummy.
"Don't worry, we'll get them," Anderson brought up in a strained high-pitched voice. He's still waiting for his balls to drop again.
"Forgot it," Taylor waved off before turning around. They blinked in confusion at her statement. "If I know anything about the Loud sisters, if you mess with Lincoln, then you mess with them," She informed. Lisa, Lola, Lana, and Lucy at the high school. "Also, their friends and their friends have friends," The guys gulped at the size of the pissed crowd. "Plus, I'm sure Lisa wants live human experiments," Taylor cautioned as they paced the cafeteria. Maybe they should leave him alone. The bully trio paused as they locked eyes with Lincoln's group, along with Mollie, Girl Jordan, Tabby, and Cookie. Lincoln gestured with his head for them to go on inside. Taylor did the same. Now it's the two of them in the hallway. "So uh, thanks for the jacket," She fumbled with her words while handing it back to him.
"Hold for me until after school," Lincoln shrugged in his scarlet Ace savvy shirt. "Or when your mom gets you a new pair," He opened the door while giving her a side-eye before entering. Taylor wrapped the jacket around her waist before following. It's going to be a long day.
Taylor played Mario kart 8 deluxe when the image of Lincoln popped into her mind that late evening. She paused the game and sat up, clasping her hands to process her thoughts. "I like Lincoln Loud," Taylor whispered in a hesitant tone. She gasped, smacking her moist hands on her flustered cheeks. Her body blazed as she paced around her room like ants in a death spiral. No way. No fucking way! She can't like him like that. Yes. Yes, you do. Why else are you blushing worse than Amity? Plus, you won the poll making your attraction inevitable. Buckle up.
Taylor stopped after a deep inhale. "Okay, let's try this again," She grumbled to herself. "I like Lincoln Loud," Three…two…one. She fell to hands and knees with an anxiously gentle blush. "Fuck," Taylor muttered. She tried again and again and again and again and again. Same result. It's well past midnight. Why? Why him? Okay, let's take it from the top. Lincoln's not a bad-looking dude. He's always been in the top ten cutest boys. Whatever. He's still a stupid nerd with stupid fluffy frost hair, that stupid dork grin lightening up the room, those stupid sparkling blue eyes, those double stuffed ass cheeks that are begging to be smacked, and those velvet lips that'll taste so amazing on hers. Or how sweet or intelligent he can be. Yeah, he is a great big brother, but will he be a great dad. "Well, shit, I actually fucking like Lincoln Loud," Taylor admitted after hours of contemplation. However, the heat in her chest didn't burn or blaze with anxiety as she didn't know how to comprehend those strange emotions. Now, it was a campfire soothing on this chilly night. She wasn't afraid of her feelings anymore. Her lips curved in the contentment of her revelation. Now, one more time. "I like Lincoln Loud," Taylor said once more with a giddy giggle. She flopped on her bed, giggling through her mattress while kicking her feet. Taylor flipped and gazed at her ceiling with a grin on her face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lincoln," She exhaled, thinking about how she would approach this.
Lynn and her crew were chatting at their lockers when Taylor spotted her down the hall. "HEY, BUNNY BOY'S SISTER!" She shouted, frightening them with her sudden appearance. They whimpered at the sight of her marching in their direction. "I want to ask you something," The older girl demanded, ignoring the pain in her jaw from yelling.. Lynn glared at the bully with her phone in hand with her thumb on Lincoln's number. "Relax, I don't want any trouble," Taylor replied, attempting to ease their nerves. She held her backpack in her hands where they could clearly see them. "So what do you want to do?" Lynn demanded only to tilt her head like a confused puppy. "What the fuck?" She whispered.
Taylor averted her gaze with a docile flush of pink while twirling a lock of her wavy brown hair. "Is your brother seeing anymore right now?" She asked nervously. The group shared a blank gaze as Lynn hardened her expression.
"No…" Lynn dragged with a foul glare. Taylor perked at the answer. Sweet, he's single.
"Didn't he date Ronnie Anne and Stella?" Margo chimed in while Lynn answered with a so-so gesture. Okay, Stella is the tall girl in Lincoln's main group. Taylor scratched her head at Ronnie Anne. Oh shit, right. She's the girl that moved away last year. Her eyes lit up as a grin plastered her face while listing the traits of the girls. Tomboys with tanned skin and long black hair. She had all of them except the black hair.
"Good to know~," Taylor purred at the information. She strolled off with her backpack.
"Hold it!" Lynn growled, grabbing her wrist. "What's the deal with you asking if my brother's single?" She shot a dirty look at Taylor, who preserved her smile.
"I like him, that's why," The older girl admitted nonchalantly with a shrug.
Lynn viewed Taylor with sisterly suspicion. Yesterday, he knocked her ass out, but now she has a crush on him. A slight purple mark and lines of coarse scabs remained on her face. Was she a masochist or some type of weirdo? "Why, though?" She probed. Okay, Lynn knows that Lincoln is attractive. It's a gut-wrenching revelation. For years, she picked her brain on why her friends always wanted to know if her brother was home after practice. Lynn took Lisa's advice. Pretend he wasn't their brother and view him from their perspective. She did. Fluffy snow-like hair with enchanting sapphires shimmering under the light to test their validity. His fair skin was silk, pleasing to touch on her fingers under his steely muscles. She swallowed her vomit when her friends that he had a nice cock. Whatever, back to Taylor.
"Because he's a sweet and forgiving guy," Taylor confessed, softening her face as yesterday's echoed in her mind. They blinked in shock at her genuine answer. "Plus, that ass is pretty sweet," She grinned. Fuck, there are so many times she wanted to leave her handprint on his butt.
"Mmmmhmmmmmm," The group except Lynn replied in rapture, who gawked in disgust. Like, can you guys not? She groaned, dragging Margo when the bell rang to make their journey to Bolfnfer's class. Seriously, what did he do or didn't do?! He was on the main campus when they had their orientation, but now they exiled him to the edges of the school grounds with the shoddy shed of a classroom. At least they could give them proper ventilation. Not even her workouts made her sweat gallons.
Lincoln, Clyde, and Stella groaned when the bell rang for the end of the school day but not them. Principal Rameriz placed them in Detention for the next week or so due to fighting Taylor and her crew. They grabbed their belongings and strolled to their prison, watching their classmates enjoy their freedom. Taylor, Pablo, and Anderson closed their lockers and grimaced at the other group. The feeling was mutual as they returned the glare. Taylor planned her hand on Pablo's shoulder while shaking her head to prevent him from engaging the group. Don't do it. He grumbled but held his tongue. The group trekked with Anderson limping slightly to the designated detention room. Oh great, it's the math room. They sat at their desk waiting for the teacher, hoping it was one of the better teachers. It was not. Ms. Robinson, the bitter crone. Her aging eyes flickered with disappointment as she lectured the students on how this generation is going into the gutter. Taylor rolled her eyes at the spiel on the times students had proper values. The elderly woman often goes on these rants at least once a week. Ma'am, these kids aren't taking life advice from a resentful, sixty-four-year-old double divorced wannabe mean girl.
You baby trapped your first husband with someone else's kid. Your second husband left because you made Chernybol look like a vacation hotspot. Thank god he married the girl you mercilessly bullied who's more affluent, thicker, and happier than you. Hurry up and retire already so you can be one of the nasty senior citizens complaining on Facebook all day. Taylor exhaled. Finally, she's finished. One more hour to hour. Ms. Robinson waved them off to do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't make a ruckus. Several of them either took out their phones or did their homework. Stella listened to a science podcast. Taylor glanced at Lincoln doodling in his sketchbook, observing every pencil stroke and the faint streaks of his eraser as he focused on correcting the images.
"Hey, what are you drawing?" Taylor whispered as she glanced at the crone. Sweet, she's watching videos on her phone with her earbuds in.
Lincoln tapped his lip with a mechanical pencil. "Just some sketches," He answered while scanning the page. She peaked at the rough drawings. What are these? Ace Savy or David Steel OCs. Taylor stared at them some more as she leaned over for a clearer view. Her brow arched at the detailed designs. These were only sketches? No wonder, he won that comic competition last year. Comics, sketches … that's it! Taylor twisted in her chair, pointing her slender legs towards him as she raised her head on her palm.
"Do you think you can draw me?" She suggested flirtatiously with a smirk. Come on, take the bait. She spent all morning practicing this stupid girly smirk by watching Youtube videos.
"No," Lincoln blankly stated without giving her a second while erasing one of the eyes of his current drawing. The proportions were off-balanced. Personally, I can't draw for shit, but I'm aware of the struggle of drawing eyes. They can never look the same. Glass shattered in Taylor's brain with round eyes and a gobsmacked grin at his comment.
"GODDAMNIT!" She roared internally. The bell rang again after an hour. They ignored Robinson's rambling as they exited the room. These kids are done with you! Shut up.
"We got to deal with this for the rest of the week," Lincoln grumbled to his two friends while waiting for the bus. They nodded to agree.
"My dads fainted when I told them that I got detention," Clyde remarked, remembering the incident with his family when the bus screeched to a halt. Harold spent twenty-three minutes attempting to calm Howard.
Stella groaned, tilting her head skyward. "My parents and grandma lectured me on how there are better ways to solve conflicts," She responded when they stepped on the bus. Although her grandma slid her some money under the table as a reward. Clyde and Stella found their seats as Lincoln glanced around the crowded bus. Why are there so many students today?
"Hey, Bunny Boy!" Taylor exclaimed, waving him over. "Saved ya a seat," She grinned, padding an empty space. Lincoln sighed. Do I have to do this? Yes. Yes, you do. He took up her offer and sat as she smiled, leaning in for their shoulders to touch. This is going to be a long ride home.
Another day. Another encounter by Taylor. She scanned the library for her frost-haired target. Her lips curved upwards, discovering Lincoln at a table. Alone. They have study hall today. Everyone was … studying or chatting. Lincoln was the former, typing on his T-34 calculator with an algebra textbook on the desk. Perfect. She needed some help anyways. It's a two-for-one deal. "Hey, Bunny Boy," Taylor whispered to obey the rules. Lincoln glanced from his worksheet paper as she took a seat while rummaging through her bag. "I need some with quadratics equations," Taylor requested, sliding her worksheet to him. Lincoln gazed at the problems. Some were completed being the easy ones. His eyes trailed down the paper to the more complicated problems. Oh, there's the problem. Anyone who had math homework basically everyone that's reading this chapter knows what I'm talking about. Their teacher provided questions that they didn't go over during class. We all had that teacher. Unfortunately using the textbook did little to ease the situation. She tried. However, there's one question he must ask her.
"Why?" Lincoln questioned his schoolmate. He knew Taylor. She doesn't like to study or do schoolwork, often getting answers from Pablo, Anderson or 'convincing' some of the more studious kids to do her work.
"Because you're the smartest dude in our grade," Taylor admitted, arching her brow at his response. Lincoln's lip straightened unable to counter her answer. "And I can't ask Pablo and Anderson since our teachers will know if we copied off each other," She continued with a pout, blowing a hair out back into place. "My mom will take away by Switch if I do and don't get at least a C+ on the next test," Taylor grumbled. Lincoln nodded in agreement as he loves his video games too. Wait she has a Switch? Maybe they could play together sometime. "But with you, I can get an A+," She purred with a half-lidded expression.
"Flattery gets you nowhere with me. 10 sisters remember," Lincoln retorted, pointing to himself. Lola and some of her friends did that to him countless times already. It made puberty extra awkward. "Besides, you have to apply what I taught you," He explained before assisting her with the assignment until it was time for class again.
The student ceased their chatter upon hearing the ringing bell. They waited in anxious silence as their teacher graded their previous test. An agreement was established between them. If everyone got a B- or higher, they can skip class this double period and watch a movie instead. Lincoln and his crew were cool as a cucumber. They had nothing to worry about. However, others were praying to every deity they could list off to ensure their success. Nobody wants to be the one person to ruin something good for everyone. The students held their breaths as the writing stopped. "Everyone…," The teacher spoke in an even tone. They leaned in closer, waiting for the reveal. Come on! What's the verdict? She smiled. "Grab your bags; we're watching a movie," The students cheered, high-fiving each other as they rushed out the door to the projector room near the computer lab. They searched for somewhere to sit, opting for the floor or the available beanbag as their redheaded teacher surveyed potential movies.
"Hey, Bunny Boy, this seat taken," Taylor asked, pointing to his lap as he leaned into the red beanbag.
Lincoln glanced at his lap with a quiet blush. "Um … that's my lap," He clarified to her. That blank expression didn't help.
"I said what I said," Taylor remarked, waiting for him to answer. His blush intensified at her boldness. He scanned the potential dialogue options. Option 1: Say no, but she'll take it for herself. Option 2: Yes but again, she'll claim it for herself. Option 3: Slide over to make room for her. That's probably the safest option. "Well?" She probed, arching her brow. Make a choice Lincoln, or she will. He moved over to the side for her to occupy. Taylor shrugged. It's not what she wanted, but beggars can't be choosers right now. She adjusted herself in the beanbag, trying to get comfortable.
"You good?" Lincoln asked about the shuffling when an idea popped into her brain.
"Yep… just let me," Taylor replied, backing into the bag. She snaked her arm around his shoulder. "There we go, much better," She flirted with the flabbergasted Lincoln. That's right, Bunny Boy. I'm taking charge here.
"Alright, I made a Kahoot for what we'll watch," Their teacher announced. Everyone scanned the QT code with their phones. Alright, we got some Disney, Pixar, live-action, and others. "Monster's Inc won," She revealed, clicking the link while one of the students shut off the lights. Taylor rested her head on Lincoln's shoulder as a saxophone played for the opening scene. He glanced at her wavy brown hair. This is bizarre, but not against it. Whatever, they have a movie to watch.
"Alright, we're taking a bit of a time skip," Lisa announced as the screen blurred, rushing through events. "Plus, since the author hasn't gotten to events in QTQ. He's pulling something out of his butt," She remarked. Hey, I'm doing the best I can right now.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"I think I went too far ahead," Issac muttered, diverting Lisa's attention. "I intended to go to the Rock Quarry field trip, but somebody messed with my system," He fumed at the glitch. Hey, I'm trying to save time and sanity. She adjusted her glasses.
"Appears to be a change in the timeline where they went on a field trip to one of the national parks instead," Lisa analyzed. "Ah, the classic buddy system," She watched the events play out. Lincoln got paired with Taylor until something happened. "Is that a fucking bear?!" Lisa exclaimed
"Yes, let's watch," Issac beamed before flickering.
Taylor stepped as slowly as she could, appearing harmless to the approaching black bear. I literally had to search what bears are in Michigan. Black bears were the only ones. She focused intensely on the beast as terror ravaged her body. Don't run. DON'T FUCKING RUN! Oh, Taylor wanted to. More than a tier 3 sub wanting the attention of his favorite female twitch streamer after donating his life savings again. Yeah, I'm calling you guys out. Taylor's neurons flared a mile per millisecond, searching for whatever material can assist her. Her eyes widened in remembrance. The pamphlet! They aren't territorial. No cubs are around. No mama bear. Oh … oh shit! Her heart dropped to her asshole, ready to release the contents of her bowels. This was a male. YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITING ME?! A quick detour to take a piss and now her ass is going to get eaten by a bear. She stiffened a gasp when her back grazed coarse tree bark.
"Fuck, this is it. I'm going to die. I'm literally going to fucking die right now," Taylor rambled on in her mind as her life flashed again. "God if you can hear me please get me out of this. I'll do whatever you want. I'll get better grades, be nicer to people, and give Lincoln the sloppiest kiss ever. Please," She begged when rustling bushes interrupted her rant. Oh, fuck is it another bear?
"TAYLOR, COVER YOUR EARS!" Lincoln's worried voice boomed. Lincoln? She instinctively did when an ear-splitting air horn thundered, frightening the surrounding wildlife. The bear escaped deep into the woods as birds scattered their feathers in their retreat. He rushed to Taylor, grabbing her hand and sprinting to one of the public areas. A team of park rangers and Mrs. Salter were waiting.
"Taylor, there you are! Are you okay?" The hippie asked. She doesn't need a lawsuit on her head.
Taylor nodded with a vacant expression. "Yeah, I'm okay," She muttered with a brief pause. Salter frowned at this exchange. The poor dear is in shock.
"Lincoln, take her to the food court," She ordered. "I'll be there in a few minutes," One of the rangers cautiously stepped up.
"Can you tell us where the bear went?" She questioned the pair. The name tag labeled her as Emily.
"It went that way," Lincoln answered. Emily nodded, flipping a switch on her radio displaying orders to other rangers. The teenagers paced to the food area. Lincoln attempted to remove his hand but held it tighter. Please don't. Her eyes shimmered with broken relief as they continued to walk. Taylor's breathing quickened as if someone forcibly pumping air into her lungs. Lincoln stopped. "Taylor," He demanded, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Breathe," He instructed. She stopped, biting her lips. "In and out," Lincoln performed a breathing technique he learned from Lola. She copied his method. The tension slowly released itself from her mind. "Better?" He asked the delinquent.
"I … think so," Taylor revealed in a small voice. It's unlike her. Granted, she experienced a life-threatening event. He smiled at the answer. Lincoln resumed his pace when a slight tug caught his attention. Taylor pinched his orange sleeve, avoiding his stare. He unzipped his hoodie and handed it to her. "Thank you," She muttered while putting it on. The jacket smelled like him, warm and comforting, with mild traces of his cologne lingering on the fabric.
"Come on, let's get you something to eat," Lincoln offered. She smiled as she followed him. The duo ate their food, absorbing the serene atmosphere. Their friends found them asking what happened to them and why Taylor wore his jacket. Lincoln swiftly replied that Taylor had started her period and needed someplace to hide for a while. He showed them the spare menstrual supplies in his bag. Ten sisters will teach you, plus Lynn goes to Middle school. They accepted his answer while the bus whined to a halt. Salter called him over and praised his quick thinking, rewarding him with extra credit.
"Hey, Lincoln," Taylor whispered. He blinked owlishly as it was the first time in years since she called him by his first name. She marched, punching in the shoulder. "That's for the period story," Taylor fumed before her face softened, delivering a gentle kiss on the cheek. "And that's for saving my ass," She muttered, rubbing her arm. Both of their faces blazed pink at the event.
"Hurry up, you two," Mrs. Salter shouted to the pair with a sly smirk. She saw what happened as the students stepped onto the bus. Taylor pulled out her smartphone, handing Lincoln an earbud. The pair watched YouTube videos during the ride back to school.
Several weeks have passed since the field trip. Taylor became more … mellow. She'll still make you taste your underwear but isn't as aggressive as she once was. Taylor kept her promise, becoming a nicer person much to the shock of the school. Hey, they ain't complaining. Thanks to Lincoln, her grades improved. Some of her teachers thought she was cheating until Taylor got marginally higher scores on her tests and quizzes. Her group slowly integrated into Lincoln's with mild tension which fizzled away during those weeks. Whatever, it's party time. Principal Ramirez hosted a school party for the students in the gym on a Friday night. Canonically, it's during the weekend but it's my story and alternate timeline so who cares about canonicity. Coach Keck and Ramirez chaperoned the dance ensuring the students maintained an appropriate space between the opposite sex. They can't get them all but some are enough. These are teenagers so it's inevitable. As seen here. Lincoln danced with his friends, glancing at Taylor from the corner of his eye. He paused, memorized by her alluring movements; she was the only one in the gym for all he knew. He followed her twirls and hip movements suddenly it got warm in here. His friends had a playful look as they caught him in 4K. Taylor grinned at his stares, chuckling as he averted his gaze with rosy cheeks. She lured him in her hand. He gulped wondering if he should. His friends pushed him, closer to the tanned girl.
"Hey…" Lincoln muttered.
"Hey, yourself," Taylor smirked when the music changed to something more upbeat. "Come on, Bunny boy, let's dance," She dragged him onto the dance while his friends gave him a thumbs-up before joining. Taylor savored getting close to Lincoln rubbering her body against him during the songs until the song slowed. Everyone grabbed a partner. She took her chance to hang her arms around his neck, drawing him in. Lincoln recalled his dance lessons, placing his hands on her waist as they swayed. The two shared a held gaze. Should they? Taylor lowered her eyelids, parting her mouth while she leaned forward, tilting her head. Lincoln's heart thundered at the situation but copied her motion when something rolled into their ankles. She growled at the interruption. What is that? Lincoln's blue eyes expanded at the device
"EVERYONE, GET DOWN!" He ordered, grabbing the stink bomb while they ducked and screaming for the exit. Lincoln pushed Taylor out of the way before launching the fuming device into the furthest trash can seconds before it explode, spreading a foul smell. Their teachers held the exit door for the retreating students, covering their mouths and noses.
Principal Ramierz activated her megaphone. "I'm sorry everyone for the unexpected turn of events. So we'll cancel the party for tonight," She announced as the students whined and grumbled at the situation. "If you have any information about the culprit, please message me. In the meantime, call your rides," Ramirez informed the crowd before they divided into their groups while they waited for their parents or rode off on their bikes. "Quick thinking there Loud," Bulhofner praised the frost-haired Loud while he appointed burn ointment to his palm.
"Thanks, Mr. Bulhofner," Lincoln smiled, flexing his bandaged fingers. He went to his friends and Lynn's group when Taylor called him.
"Hey, Bunny Boy. Over here," She whispered, gesturing at the side of the building. He slipped away without the group knowing. Thank you, Lucy.
"What is Tay-hmph!" Lincoln asked when she grabbed his shirt and pushed him into the wall to ram her tongue in his mouth. His surprised yelps shifted into soft moans, melting into her touch.
"That was for the dance and saving my ass," Taylor retorted with a spit trail between them. "Here's my number," She pecked him on the cheek, sliding a slip of paper into his hoodie pocket. "I'll see you in math," Taylor padded his cheek, leaving him star-struck while whistling, strolling past Lynn.
"Hey, Linc, Lisa he-the fuck happened to you?" Lynn spoke before discovering her brother in a daze. "That bitch," She grumbled, dragging her brother to the van. It can't get any worst right now
Oh yes, the fuck it can.
Panic spread throughout the school like the latest viral meme video. Students screamed and scrambled for safety against these things. Taylor ran down the halls not those light jogs white people go on in horror movies with the monster on their heels. She's on those 'keep running and don't look back' sprints. Her eyes bounced around searching for her friends. They got separated during the stampede. Her legs pounded against the solid tile floor as her steps vibrated her aching muscles. What are these things? They came out of fucking nowhere from the roofs and windows. She sharply turned left, ignoring the shattered glass shards littering the floor. Taylor glanced at the floor. Her heart froze, pausing at the severed metallic body parts, cluttering the hall. Arms, legs, spinal cords, and heads. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?! She tiptoed, avoiding the machines on the battlefield. Her breath shredded the ragged lungs before recalling Lincoln's breathing technique. Taylor gradually made her way through the hallway when one of them grabbed her ankle. She shrieked, launching its head off with her foot. "Hands off!" The head rolled with a dent in its forehead as the red lights flicked out. Taylor gazed at her shoe, cringing that the foul substance. "Eeewwwwww…," She wiped her shoe against the wall. Some remained but not much she can do right now.
"Batter up, chucklehead!" Lynn yelled, crushing a robot's skull with her baseball bat. She and Margo worked in tandem, disabling robots for the other to eliminate. They've been at this for while as the duo stood in the center of a circle of dismantled machines surrounding them. "Taylor heads up!" She tossed a one-piece silver and green aluminum bat. Taylor grabbed with a growl before whirling around to whack one of them. She analyzed the machines. They were skeletal, crafted by scrap metal held by wires, nuts, and bolts. Did someone make them in a junkyard?
She sniffed at the sudden rancid aroma. "What the fuck is that smell?!" Taylor groaned, covering her mouth as dark liquid oozed out of the machines. God, it's coming from them.
"They're like Trashy," Lynn revealed, getting a stance, holding her bat in a firm grasp at the approaching robots. Margo lobbed some baseballs for Lynn to rocket into the group. Who's Trashy? "Just hit them as hard as you can," She remarked, glaring at the downed machines while grabbing her walkie-talkie. "This section is clear," Lynn answered.
"Good work, there's some near the art room. Oh, never mind, they've been terminated," Lisa informed, observing from the security cameras. "Several students have taken arms against the machines. Pandora, Alexandria, Stella, Clyde, and others are conducting a counterattack,"
"Where's Lincoln?" Taylor demanded. Was he okay?!
"He's fine," Lisa responded to her relief. "He's the primary target. Lincoln led the horde to the cafeteria. Don't worry. He's with Pop-Pop and some of my robots.," The scientist answered, watching Friendbot launching ice shards at the scarp mob in the chokepoint. Taylor sighed in relief. "If you want to help him, take out these scrap machines," She advised. The trio nodded, searching for all they could find like a genocide run of Undertale. Shit, these automatons were vermin. No matter many you kill, there's still much more. Each one had over thirty kills before splitting off. Taylor remained inside the building while Margo and Lynn went outside. The former bully replenishes her thirst at a water fountain.
"Fucking hell," Taylor grumbled at this moment of respite. She reeked of sweat and garbage juice during her scouting. "We better be done with this shit soon," Taylor wiped her face with her t-shirt staining it with sweat and grime when a looming shadow eclipsed the sun. Her heart stopped in terror amidst the darkened atmosphere. "What the fuck?" She muttered at the titan. She's on the TOP floor! The ground rumbled with each monstrous step before Taylor sprinted off with her bat. That thing is outside. It can speak but the walls muffled whatever it was saying then it … stop. She stopped and covered her ears from a thunderous shriek shaking the school's foundation. Taylor shook her head, resuming her journey as more screams increased in volume. Wait … that's Lincoln's voice! She glanced at a window. He's fighting one of them?! No. This was different as more thought was placed into its creation. Their body is humanlike as if it was made in a lab. That has to be the leader. Why was it fighting Lincoln?! Better question … WAS WHY NOBODY HELPING HIM?! She growled, hopping out of the window when Pandora grasped her shoulder, getting more fluid on her clothes. What the fuck are you doing?!
"Watch" Pandora affirmed, focusing on the scene. The eternal foes circled around each other as males battled for dominance in the wild. Both sustained damage throughout the day. Lincoln's clothes were torn and filthy with his face and knuckles bloody. Is he wearing armor? Yes. Friendbot morphed himself into a battle gear for Lincoln.
"Who's the hunk of junk?" Taylor seethed. It looked a bit better than Lincoln at the moment with minor dents in the steel carapace as its sole crimson eye glared with ungodly hate at Lincoln.
"Battle Bot," Pandora answered. Taylor blinked owlishly at the name. Battle Bot? She frowned. Oh god, it's one of those things! The duo stopped as everyone held their breaths. Time slowed as both unleashed their battle cries to resume their duel. They were whirlwinds of savagery howling with strength from days of old. Neither left the tiny circle or the line behind Lincoln. Their blows held no semblance of strategy, requiring nothing more than the thrill of an all-out pummeling. Taylor's eyes couldn't keep up with their blinding speeds. Battle Bot's blazing red enabled her to keep track.
"Anchor: Third form. Compass" Lincoln whispered, slipping through a flurry of brutal strikes. Bitter rage fueled Battle Bot's attack like dial-up internet as Lincoln continued to evade his barrage. No … no … no, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO, NO, NO,NO,NO! His focused onslaught gradually lost it's precise becoming wild and unhinged as Lincoln dodged every … single … attack. "Anchor: Second form. Hull-breaker," Lincoln's fist tightened, rocketing into his Battle Bot's chest cracking the armor before kicking him away. The robot stumbled away, clutching his warped chest as the school cheered.
"So that's the game you want to play?" Battle Bot raged in a deadly calm voice, chilling the adoring crowd. His singular eye blazed a hellish scarlet. "FINE THEN!" He fumed as he flared a signal to the defeated machines. Some of them screamed at the now moving parts, slithering to their master. They fused to his back like parasites, mutating into four additional limbs "ASURA!" He roared before blitzing Lincoln, who had a fraction of a millisecond to defend himself as Battle Bot overwhelmed him with a merciless flurry of blows. The Asura. A being of violence and destruction seeking the utter destruction of the heavens. Battle Bot became such a being. He no longer cared about winning this rivalry via skill and strategy. Pointless. He wanted … no desired for Lincoln to be broken and bloodied at his feet. Battle Bot stopped smirking at his handiwork as Lincoln began to fall, walking away. His friends began to run to catch him when he stopped mid-fall "No…!" Battle Bot demanded as his opponent stabilized his form, digging his heels into the dirt. He charged back, wanting nothing more to end this charade.
"Anchor: Fourth … form," Lincoln spoke in a pained voice, gritting his teeth through the pain.
Pop-Pop grinned at his grandson. "Do it, Lincoln," He muttered with pride as the blood dried on his face.
"Posideon's wrath!" Lincoln broadcasted to the school, matching Battle bot's blows. They resumed their battle cries in gale force of supremacy. Battle Bot didn't understand what the fuck was going on. HE SHOULDN'T BE MOVING! Lincoln's blue eyes glared, displaying his resolve. "Fifth Form: Ice breaker," Battle bot's jaw dropped when Lincoln shattered one of his arms into useless rubbish.
"LINCOLN!" Cristina screamed in support from the crowd as more joined in.
"COME ON, LOUD!" Rameriz and Bulfhorner yelled. Lincoln severed another arm, smacking Battle Boy with it.
"GO, BUNNY BOY!" Anderson, Pablo, and Polly Pain announced.
"DESTROY THIS GUY!" His friends and family cheered. A deattachemt of scarp machines charged to support their master. Myrtle and Lynn acted first.
"Keep your hands off, my grandson/brother," They snarled, performing a double lariat when a volley of laser beams vaporized a small squad of them.
"I won't let you stop them," TODD vowed as Titanium Arms provided supporting fire with Liam, Stella, and Zach. Lincoln sacrificed one of his fists to destroy the second to last arm. Battle Bot jumped away to flee before Lincoln won't let him as his arm hanged limply at his side. He raised his remaining fist to deliver the strike to end it all. Celtic runs swirled around him. Battle Bot didn't see a man. No. He stood before Jormungandr the World Serpent as its reptilian eyes glared at this pitiful machine before it's abyssal maw widened.
"Tha fios agam dè tha thu a' smaoineachadh, Battle Bot. Dè an diofar eadar thu fhèin agus mise? Tha tunna dhiubh ann ach cumaidh mi e sìmplidh thu a' sealg sgudal. Dh'fhàg do mhiann airson dìoghaltas thu gun dad. Bidh thu nad aonar fhad 's a tha mo charaidean is mo theaghlach air mo chùlaibh. IS MI DUC LOCH LUACH AGUS FEUMAIDH mi dhut carson," Lincoln broadcasted to his foe before ramming his fist into Battle Bot's face battle. He can hear everyone chanting his name but there's not enough force behind his strike.
"I'll assist with that," Friendbot acknowledged, shifting his power into Lincoln's gauntlet. Battle bot's feet dragged into the soil while being pushed back.
"Come on just a little more," Lincoln grumbled as his nerves wailed in agony, unsure how much more he can take. Dare Bot morphed into a set of armor for Lincoln covering his chest and legs.
"Rocket Propulsion activated," He instructed as turbo booster erupted from Lincoln's form pushing him forward.
"GO!" Everyone bellowed. Lincoln released one final shout before he and Battle bot disappeared in a white flare. They shielded their blinding glare before gasping at the collapsed gymnasium. Taylor and others rushed in to survey the damage.
"Please be okay, Please be okay," She mumbled to herself as they scooped the area before a figure appeared in the dust. "Lincoln?" Taylor hoped as the dust cleared. It was him.
"Hey, guys," Lincoln coughed with his fist implanted into Battle Bot's skull. The floor swayed under him as his vision blurred, getting closer when someone caught him.
"You did great work, kid," Pop-Pop grinned. "Get some rest," He ordered. Lincoln caught his friends' relieved, teary expressions before slumber consumed him.
It took at least a month to fully repair all the damage from Battle Bot's rampage, while Lincoln took 3 weeks in the hospital to recover from his injuries. The Casagrandes arrived as soon as they heard it on the news. Ronnie Anne gave Lincoln an earful but was grateful that he was okay. The doctors had to perform surgery to repair his arm. Overall, he's okay but will have trouble using that arm for the rest of his life.
Now the big question. Where was Rusty in all of this? Well, he led Battle Bot and his army to Lincoln to play hero, only to be double-crossed within the first two minutes of the assaults. Yeah, he was expelled for that and sent to live with his cousins for a while.
All right, enough of that shit. Remember the first chapter with Girl Jordan during Chandler's party? Yeah, we're back again; instead, it's Taylor's turn. Hey, you wanted more lemons throughout the chapter without it being at the end. So here you go.
Taylor and Lincoln chatted in their corner of the party when she whispered something into Lincoln's ear, causing his eyes to round. "Come on, Bunny Boy, you know you want to," She purred.
"Are you sure?" Lincoln muttered with a scarlet face.
"Yes," Taylor deadpanned with a smirk, gesturing for him to follow her. "Let's find somewhere private," She glanced over her shoulder as he trailed behind her. The two strolled around before finding a secluded area near the back. Taylor beckoned him to step forward. Lincoln smoothly wrapped his arms around her slender waist as she hooked her arms around his neck. Taylor wasted no time capturing his lips as their tongues tangled, pushing her body into him. Her breasts smashed into his firm chest while his hand grasped a fistful of her rear. "Mhm, there we go," Taylor moaned at the contact, playing with a tuff of his soft hair. He massaged it while biting his lip. "Like it?" She asked as he took his sweet time, enjoying her flesh.
"Yes," Lincoln muttered at the dough-like flesh. It was soft with a tinge of firmness while warming his hands. "It's pretty nice," He complimented.
"Thank you," Taylor grinned before it widened mischievously. She expanded her hands, slamming them deep into his ass cheeks, creating a pleasing smack for her. He stopped himself from yelping at the sudden motion. "Fuck, you have some cake back there," She purred, pushing him closer to her crotch. He took the message, slowly grinding into her. The music swapped to Grind on Me. His face reddened with gentle breath, absorbing the heat through her pants. She obtained his velvet lips again, relishing each other's taste. They thrust their pelvis into each other, releasing their primal impulses. Taylor rubbed him through her pants, getting down on her knees. He pulled back at the action. She paused, pinching the hem of his sweatpants, smirking at his curt nod. Taylor pulled down the pants, discovering the fabric of the underwear. She licked her lips at the girthy outline. Oh, this is going to be fun. Her eyes rounded with a slack jaw, discovering the size. "Oh … shit," Taylor muttered. Okay, he wasn't pornstar huge but was definitely above average. She rubbed the flaccid member, sprouting it to full mast. A trickle of pre-cum slid from the tip. She moaned, biting her lip at his eagerness. Taylor tenderly licked the sensitive head and the sides of his cock, beaming at his restrictive moans. Lincoln's trying so hard not to create a scene.
"Oh fuck Taylor," He moaned with closed eyes, tilting his head back.
"Hey, Bunny Boy, look at me," Taylor demanded, using the brief pause to calm her drumming heart. She opened her jaw, and painstakingly took him into her mouth with a goading glimmer in her mouth. Taylor wiggled her eyebrows at his bewildered expression. She relaxed her throat before bobbing her head. His body shivered with pleasure while covering his mouth. Her hand pushed him against the wall, preventing him from falling over. She gagged attempting to take more of him. His penis shoved against her tight moist throat, stretching her choker. "Dude, push my head down," Taylor requested with heavy breaths.
"Wait what?" Lincoln questioned. Taylor grabbed his hand and planted it on her head.
"I told you that I wanted you to snap my fucking chocker," She growled before devouring up to the middle of his length. He gripped her wavy brown hair waiting for her confirmation. "Hurry up already," Taylor said in a muffled voice. Lincoln nodded, slowly shoving his cock down her neck in short intervals, stopping whenever gagged. His pubes tickled her nose. She gave him a thumbs-up. Got for it. He steadily pushed his penis back and forth in her throat, holding her head to plugging himself deeper. Her watery eyes rolled to the back of her head, breathing through her nose. He increased his speed until SNAP! Taylor's choker split in two. They paused. She discovered something in Lincoln eye's when the snap occurred. "Do it, you fucking pussy," She taunted with a blank look, sticking her tongue out. Lincoln didn't waste a second before diving back in. Taylor lowered her shirt displaying her dark nipples to him while he rammed her throat. Her mouth created a tight seal but a river of drool escaped, leaking down her neck. Neither of them cared at the moment.
"Fuck Taylor, I'm almost there," Lincoln groaned as the pressure mounted in his balls. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck … fuck," He convulsed in a low voice. Taylor remained motionless as his member pulsed, releasing its contents while swallowing it like a freshly served milkshake. Lincoln sipped out of her mouth, leaning against the wall before sliding down. Both breathed heavily from their intercourse. "Sorry, I didn't know what came over me," He panted.
"Don't worry about it, Lincoln," Taylor waved off in a coarse voice wiping her mouth and licking her lips. "Shit, you were backed up," She mentioned the viscosity of his load.
"I don't have that much time to myself," Lincoln replied as they got up, straightening themselves as if nothing happened. The DJ announced the premature conclusion of the party. The pair blended with the crowd. No one knew what happened between them. They helped clean up before walking outside while waiting for the bus and trolleys. He found his friends waiting for him near Vanzilla.
"Hey, Lincoln," Taylor called out to him. "Give a girl a call when you have another in you," She persuaded before sprinting to the bus with a flirty wink.
Lincoln worked at his desk with dreary eyes attempting to complete an assignment and study. He stretched when his timer beeped. "Fuck, I've been at this all day," Lincoln groaned, rubbing his eyes. Why the hell do teachers give a shit load of assignments due back to back? At least college teachers aren't as strict as some of his high school teachers. Fuck, they lectured their students for one comma out of place, dropping their grades from an A to C. The students threw a party when they left. "Man, nothing is sticking," He scratched his head while observing his notes and Quizlet before glancing at his phone. "Should I call her? She said that I could," Lincoln muttered with a tired expression. Ah, fuck it. He pressed the contact, waiting for her to pick up as it rang.
"Sup, Loud," Taylor's gruff voice answered from the other side of the phone while playing on her switch. She had a sly smirk, knowing what he wanted. Come on, Lincoln just said it. You know that you want to.
"Hey, Taylor," Lincoln replied, checking the time. "Can you … come over? I'm feeling a bit stressed right now," He requested while surveying his room. Maybe he should tidy up a bit to be safe.
"On my way," Taylor agreed, saving her game. "Give me a few minutes," She ended the call before laughing. "It took him long enough for a booty call," Taylor stretched her fit body. Yeah, they fucked before, but he's so formal. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes a girl just wants to get her cheeks clapped without dressing up. Well, the two aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. More along the lines of friends with benefits and casual dating. She checked the bus app and her eyes rounded. "SHIT! I better hurry up," Taylor yelled, frantically searching for her duffle bag. Aha! There it is. Okay, last-minute check. Breath is tolerable. Her pits don't stink but do hold a smell. There's no time to shave. Whatever. A little hair won't kill him. She grabbed one of the feminine body sprays from Bath, Body, and Beyond and sprayed it on her. You can never go wrong with Vanilla. Taylor grabbed her keys, wallet, and duffle bag before heading out.
She arrived at the Loud House after a few minute bus ride. Vanzilla isn't here. Perfect. Taylor texted Lincoln. I'm here. The front cracked open, revealing Bunny Boy. Damn, he looked like he just woke up. His white wair was a ruffled piece of cotton with eye bags denser than an overstuffed suitcase. He gestured her to enter as the faint orange sun began to set over the violet horizon. Taylor followed him inside, up the stairs, instinctively avoiding the squeaky step. She's been to his house enough times. At least it's quieter now, with Lincoln as the oldest child in the house.
"Linc, I came here to get my cunt eaten, not watch you work," Taylor grumbled, fiddling on his bed with her phone in hand. He's so lucky that he's cute and can eat her out like an all-you-can-eat buffet. "Are you almost done now?" She mumbled with a bored expression, crossing her legs. Her Nike shoes were on the floor. Hey, she has home training.
"Yeah, I'm double-checking everything," Lincoln replied, making final touches with several different colored pens and highlighters. "I'll send you them later," He peeked over his shoulder. Her style remained constant, keeping the over-eye bang. The black tights snuggly hugged her curves as they captured each bounce of her step. She added alternative fashion to her look, such as a simple leather choker. He snapped the last one. Also, piercings on her ears, one on her nose and lip. Taylor isn't dying her hair. All-natural baby.
She beamed, hopping over to him, loosely wrapping her around his neck, and rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. "I knew that I could count on you," Taylor praised, huskily into his ear, smirking at those tiny shudders. He's the primary reason she graduated high school beyond the minimum. Her playful eyes scanned his computer and notebook, narrowing them as he flipped through the pages. Holy shit. This is like five chapters with hundreds of terms, definitions, and equations. She checked one of the google tabs groups labeled Essay. This wasn't for another two and half weeks. "You work too hard," She whispered in worry. School, work, and dealing with five sisters. He mumbled a response. "You know? I'm getting horny right now," Taylor admitted, gliding her fingers over his scarred arms.
Lincoln stopped his writing. "Huh," He answered, scrunching his face at the bizarre reply. She sat on his bed.
"It's like a Pavlov response. My body knows it's getting some soon," Taylor purred with a docile blush. "All the times we fucked each other, especially when one of your sisters was home," She recalled and Lincoln, who's raged scarlet. Leni knocked on his door when his cock was deep into Taylor's throat. It took every square inch of his willpower trying not to moan and coat her throat white in front of his younger sister. "Good times, right?" Taylor purred as her hands roamed his toned body to relax him. His enlarging cock twitched and throbbed at the memories. He gulped, laying his pen flat.
"Maybe…maybe I should take a break," Lincoln stammered, clearing his stationery supplies. She grinned, removing her hands to sit on the bed. He checked the halls. Okay, no one is here. CLICK! Lincoln locked the door when Taylor psst'ed at him. I don't know the proper term for that sound. She had a cocky smirk, displaying one of her tanned boobs from her baggy shirt. His mouth watered at the supple flesh he had tasted many times before her finger beckoned him to savor it again. Lincoln hypnotically obeyed, sitting next to her, gliding his hand on top of hers with a subtle flush of his cheeks. Oh, so proper. She giggled at his behavior. Fuck, why is he so cute? Yet bizarre. She knew what he was capable of. Lincoln faced hordes of rampaging robots, a fuck mothering DRAGON, infiltrated secure locations, and numerous of Lisa's more dynamic experiments. His back straightened like a forged blade with arctic shards glimmered with absolution at the task. He challenged the abyss to a staring contest and won. However, she's the one to make him pause. Taylor's going to enjoy fucking the stress out of him.
"You mean if I play some music," Taylor offered, gesturing to her phone. His family can pop up at any moment. He shrugged, not seeing an issue with it. Bluetooth connected. His laptop was paired with her iPhone 8. She selected one of her video game playlists on Spotify as steady EDM played. You don't disturb anyone while they're playing MOBA. I play League of Legends, so I know. "Now, where were we," Taylor purred, sticking her pierced tongue out. Lincoln pounced at the opportunity, much to her delight, as the bass rumbled in the background. He suckled on the pink flesh as his tongue swirled, tapping the small metal ball. She cupped his handsome face, drawing him, shuddering at the hand on her waist. "Dude, hurry up and grab my fucking tits already," Taylor panted, moaning when he did. There we go. Lincoln cupped her soft breast, massaging it constantly. She bit her lip before gasping suddenly when he suckled on her neck. Lincoln released his lips, diverting to her dark nipples. "Shit, you went right for them," Taylor moaned, tracing her fingers through his frosty hair while he sucked like a newborn. She gazed at Lincoln with a maternal expression. Kids? No, wait, that's way too soon. But … maybe?
"Hey, can you sit on my lap?" Lincoln requested, removing his mouth from her nipple. "This angle is killing my back," He glanced at the awkward position of his spine as the tension built up.
"Sure, I wanted to swap positions anyway," Taylor replied as they shifted around in bed. She hooked arms around his neck, pushing him deeper into her cleavage while straddling. Her chest was never that big, probably a B-cup at best. Lincoln, however, sucked and grabbed them like huge milkers trying to get every drop of that sweet milk despite the empty reserves. She grinned at the pulsating phallus under her, desperately trying to break free. "Wanna have a little dance?" Taylor purred sensually. He paused his suction, gazing at her with lustful blue eyes. So submissive, aren't you, Bunny boy?
"Can I …? Lincoln muttered, rubbing his hands on her waist.
"Yes, you can," Taylor confirmed, sharply inhaling when his powerful fingers dug into her rump. "Fuck, yes," She groaned, rocking her hips into his pelvis. "Don't rip them this time," Taylor ordered. He blushed sheepishly at the memory. She was not happy about that. The former bully grabbed his face, plunging her tongue into his mouth again. The young adults immersed themselves in their faux lovemaking. He shoved himself, trying to enter her while she rocked her hips, riding him to demonstrate her skills. His phone rang, curtly interrupting them. "Fuck dammit," She grumbled, handing him his phone.
"Hey, mom," Lincoln answered in an anxious voice when Taylor got a sly idea. She smirked, spreading his legs to create more room while rotating. He grunted as Taylor slammed her juicy ass on his cock. "Ye-yeah, I'm okay, mom," He stammered as she bounced her butt, stimulating his penis. "I'm just playing a game, right, but I can still talk," Lincoln stifled his moans as Taylor cruelly wiggled her hips into him. She preserved her seductive grin, resting her arm around his neck while rubbing against him. "Love you too, mom, I'll see you tomorrow," He ended the call, tossing his phone to grab Taylor's hips.
"Mhmm, you look like you're ready to stain those undies of yours," Taylor bit her lip while hopping on his groin. "So I'll give you a choice," She stopped her movements. "I can make you blow your load with just this," Taylor teased with small circles of her waist. "You can choose how you'll fuck me, or I fuck you," She bragged, wondering what he'll pick.
"I'm fucking you this time," Lincoln answered, causing her to stand up.
"I'm all yours," Taylor smiled, opening her arms when Lincoln lifted her into the wall. "Oh, shit, dude, that's more like it," She chuckled before peeking at attire. "Wait, let me take these off first," Lincoln stepped back, enabling her to remove her tights, tossing them aside. "That's more like it," She beamed, wearing a standard pair of black panties. "Let's get started," The former bully convinced her fuck buddy. He removed his shorts as well before lifting her leg on his shoulder. Taylor slid her panties to the side for easy access with a hand on his shoulder. Both moaned experiencing the other's warmth. Her snug vagina wrapped around his filling cock. She quickened her breathing as he shoved himself inside her. "Fuck just like that," Taylor groaned, biting her lip. Shit, he's rearranging her guts right now. Good thing she didn't eat before she came here because she's stuffed. "But I know you can do better," She whispered huskily in his ears. Lincoln grabbed her other leg, spreading her wider for him to enjoy. Taylor panted with his cock discovering new sensitive spots. He sucked on that special section of her neck, ramming into her like a piston. Her legs convulsed in his grip. "FUCK YES, LINCOLN!" She shrieked in a booming voice as her entrance leaked in satisfaction. "You turned … legs into jello you bastard," Taylor heaved with a content grin, wrapping her legs around his midsection.
"Are you okay, Taylor?" Lincoln consoled. His mouth left a suction mark on her neck.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She responded, snaking her arms around his neck. The two shared a kiss with their lips dancing for a short moment. "I'll pay for the pizza this time so hurry up and nut in me," Taylor demanded with a lustful curve of her lips. Lincoln slammed his cock into her sweet honey pot to deliver a special order of cream. She coaxed Lincoln by whispering into his ear with tempting moans. His hips became wilder, penetrating her snatch as much as possible. "Let it all out you fucking nerd!" She groaned as he released his stress for the day. Lincoln slowed his thrusts while her lower mouth devoured his essence for all its worth. They heaved, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes before locking lips.
"I love you," Both spoke in unison. Their eyes widened with blazing red faces when the words reached their brains. "Oh shit, it kinda slipped out," Lincoln rambled on right before she silenced him with a smooch.
"Don't worry about it," Taylor consoled now that her blush calmed. "I always wanted to hear you say that to me," She confessed averting his gaze. "Due to all that shit happened to during middle school. I felt like a creep wanting to pursue a relationship with you when your mind was a total mess,"
"Is that why-?" Lincoln spoke when she placed a finger on his lips.
"It's confusing I know," Taylor replied. "I thought it was a schoolgirl crush and that casual dating and fuck buddies would kill it. Yet it didn't," She grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I really got feelings for you and I want to be your girlfriend," Taylor frowned, glancing to the side. "If that's okay with yo-" Lincoln interrupted her with a simple, love-infused kiss.
"Yes," He said matter-of-factly.
"Good answer," Taylor beamed with a lighter heart. "You can put me down now," She requested as they were still against the wheel. Lincoln placed her on the bed. "Now for that pizza before first," Taylor reached into her pussy and pulled out a full lady condom. "Holy fuck dude! No wonder, your parents have eleven kids," She gawked at the filled rubber before tying it up and tossing it in the trash. They wiped the sweat off with some handy towels. Lincoln pulled up an anime website before cuddling with his new girlfriend waiting for the pizza in a post-sexual aura. Unaware that Lynn Jr heard the entire thing covering her ears while laying on her bed
"This is some bullshit," She arrived from the game after the away team forfeited. Now she heard her brother having sex and got a girlfriend in the same night. This pizza better be worth it.
"That concludes the first part of this random chapter trilogy," Lisa informed the readers. "The next one is Jancey Yates. Just in time for Mother's day," She turned to the screen, waiting for the next viewing.
The next chapter will be Jancey Yates. Rather appropriate since Mother's day is coming up. That one will be probably the heaviest in terms of sexual content so buckle up.
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