#oh freckle freckle what makes You so special? and then raven waves and winks at him and trips bc hes an idiot and jk is like AAAAAA SIIIIIC

[boxwinebaddie]

oh freckle, freckle⠁.. what makes you so s p e c i a l?

[allyvampirelass29]

The December Man and His July Girl

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction A Paradise for the Lost Sequel By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Charlie Manx smirked into Ally's hair, kissing the halo shine of her resplendent curls, The Wraith roaring through a painted rapture of tree-lined mountain roads at sunset, the splendid collision of red and purple light dancing through the branches, and reflecting off the windows. The slight evening breeze soothed the sting of the radiating heat, and drifted through Charlie's rolled down driver's side, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the dusk and sundrenched pine.

"Oh Charles, how I've missed this......." Mrs. Manx reveled, falling into him, nestling her rosette crown of long, loose, curls against his shoulder as he drove, both of them luxuriating in the bold strokes of crimson, pomegranate, and violet light, and the sacred reverence in her voice was getting him drunk far more powerfully than even Abe's top shelf peppermint schnapps could accomplish. The way she looked right now, so alive, illuminated by the painted sky....... An impossible dream, far too beautiful to be had by the nightmare she loved.

"It's been an age, My Sweet........." Charlie nodded his raven head in agreement, his navy blue, flat-topped cap prim upon his magnificent waves, his smile, rare, and adoring. Here we are once more, taking the other captive, absconding to secret worlds, and yes, while I am at the wheel, I am all too happy to let you steal me away on this, our special six month anniversary. Giving chase, and playing Bonnie to my Clyde with those pesky federal agents? Why, My Dear, that's all just part of the fun. Of which you must remember, I am the president.......

"Riding in the Wraith with you, Charlie, the hum of the engine chasing our hearts, marveling at your side as you pilot the unseen pathways of the mind......." She sighed blissful, turning her cheek into his warmth, breathing the gingerbread and car exhaust that lingered seductively on his woolen chauffeur's coat, her happiness perfect. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that elusive, transcendent belonging that breathes like destiny. "I'd follow you anywhere, Charles, to the edge of all creative thought, it's you, me, and the Wraith against the rest of the WORLD!!!!"

Charlie felt the trill in his heart, the fire in his coal black eyes stoked by these impassioned words, the breathlessness in her voice, unthawing the ice in his soul. Yes, My Divine...... I am your only destination, the inevitable journey. A love conspired in the dark, in the stars, bourne a hundred years ago in a graveyard, and here you are........ My Soulmate, bound to my inscape, held happily captive in my magic car.

"I could not have phrased it with more powerful eloquence, myself, Sugar Plum," He purred, draping his arm across her shoulders, his gloved nails raking through her dangling curls in long, slow, strokes.

"To the stars........ To the fractured moon and back, through universes vast, and snowcapped wonderlands......." He mused, waxing poetic, his voice like silk, and she melted beneath his lips, like ice on his tongue, as he kissed the top of her head, his nostrils flaring.

"I'm going to take you EVERYWHERE with me, Allyssa Jolene, inscapes, landscapes, seascapes, whether real or imagined, through perfect summers, and dazzling white winters, conquering them all, and leaving my whispers in the most secret places of your mind......."

His voice found its sharp edge, as she ran those soft, white fingers teasingly up his crimson waistcoat, circling around each button, before toying with the red silk of his cravat, loosening it, wanting it off him. Yes, ooooh YES, my, my, what a crafty minx kitten I have! Had I any idea our becoming fugitives would have so sultry an effect on my shy, sweet, wife, I might have considered giving those government buffoons a clue as to my whereabouts...... Charlie breathed harder, thankful that his Wraith could commandeer itself if need be........ Ready to take over, Ol' Boy? He thought sneakily, and it revved its enthused response. It would seem I'm about to become properly distracted........

"I've waited an immortal's forever to drive a girl like you too far....... " He rasped dangerously, her fingers trembling with the treacherous sound, and he pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his lips to her ear with a salacious secret. "And I don't just mean in my car........."

He eyed her slyly, with a rakish eyebrow raise, and to her paralyzing delight, ripped his cravat from his neck, and hurled it in the backseat.

"Ohhhhh yes please, Charles.........." She purred, his Manx kitten, enamoured, reaching up to press her feverish lips into his cool, soft skin, writing her kisses with such masterful prowess. He snickered, deliciously, easing his leather boot off the gas pedal, even as the Wraith picked up speed, blurring through trees brushed with the sunset's palette, his hand falling away from the wheel, as he let his car, and his girl take control.......

Ally blushed as red as the hastily removed cravat, kissing her husband's elegant neck, running her fingertips down its pleasing slope, so happy she could die....... Her voice a forbidden ecstasy.

"I have not yet BEGUN to gallivant to my heart's content, Mr. Manx, driven too far by the dark allure of a mysterious chauffeur, and his majestic car, both of them, creating one irresistible menace......."

He could feel her escaped breath on his neck, as she spoke to, and coaxed his skin with her lovely lips, his own lips parting, his mouth falling open with his climbing passion, and while she was so delectably engaged otherwise, he advanced, poised to strike, one claw tangling in her curls, the other smoothing over the soft folds of her sundress, seeking out her black nylons.

"At your service, My Darling Girl, let your driver give you a ride to desire, as well as perusing imagination itself......... Your only fare to be paid, is the untouchable........."

Charlie seized her thigh, and her eyes fluttered their surprise, his voice a ravenous rasp, his sharp nails scratching against the smooth nylon, having shed both gloves, pulling her roughly into his lap, smirking wickedly as he mouthed the words.

"Where to, Miss.......?"

He kissed her hard, sneering with the force of his passion, sliding her fluttery hemline higher and higher up her thigh, grazing his talons across her nylons, digging them in, clutching the back of her curls, drinking in her ache, her drawn out, breathy murmurs with parched lips. He could feel it happening, knowing she had no method of defense against him, her surrender sweeter every time he tasted it, and he loved this...... taking his favourite Strong Creative and making her powerless.

Good show, Ol' Sport, he chortled mischievous in his mind, his eyes flashing with sinful urge, pressing harder into those painfully soft lips, punishing her with his kiss. You’re a Gent, My Dear Fellow, for allowing me to....... properly see to my wife. As they say...... Any man who can drive safely, while kissing a pretty girl, is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. The Wraith revved its approval rather cheekily, winking one of its headlights, as it rounded the next bend in the road. Steering wheel spinning, it maneuvered them flawlessly though the evergreen, Charlie's car navigating confidently, while both driver and passenger lost themselves in each other.

Ally's whole body hummed with Charlie's intruding warmth, the demanding hunger in his kiss, and the tantalize of his talons as they wandered up her thigh, teasing the inside of it, before sneaking up over her bodice, and whisking just as teasingly against the neckline, his other hand falling through her curls, releasing them in a cascade shine over her freckled shoulder, flicking his thumb, and its sharp nail, up and down the back of her neck, feeding off her spine's tingle.

Their aching tenderness dissolved into reckless passion, and the kiss deepened with the womanly want of him, as she clutched the back of his raven head, her other hand, exploring his chest, her body's shy desire awakened, and he could sense it, smirking into her lips, with a furtive eyebrow raise. That's it....... Relinquish the control, you need me to take the wheel....... Oh Allyssa, I know all of your body's secrets....... You can't hide them from me.  I should take you right here........ in The Wraith, lay you back against my nice, leather upholstery, Ally, watch it brush against your bare skin, as I acquit your body of its every garment torturously slow, every delicate, porcelain inch revealed, as I acquaint myself intimate, fingers burning, sensuous lips lavishing innocent curves, taking what I do not deserve....... Becoming one with My Virgin Queen, in a naked sigh of dangerous ecstasy.

He growled, aroused, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, and reveal the anguished pleasure flooding shamefully through her delicate features, his dark smoulder piercing her soul, taking that quaint green meadow in her eyes and setting it ablaze.

Ally stared back through the black smoke of his ignited gaze, breathing her answer, letting the haze of him create a delirium.

"Wherever you are, Charles........."

She drifted her fingers through his glossy, raven waves, before straightening his chauffeur's cap, crowning her king, and with a playful bloom in her cheek, she tugged it flirtatiously forward, sounding just the way he liked........ A woman in love, weak with his touch.

"Drive me too far........ To the end of the world, to our own mutual destructions, just drive me, and take me with you always."

He felt his chest swell beneath his waistcoat, peering up at her from underneath the bill of his askew cap, smirking, and she rested her forehead against it, leaning in close, with a besotted grin.

"What say you, Charlie?"

"I say you've made a fine choice, Ally Manx," He quipped, but his coy cleverness flooded with his very real emotion, and the sharp edge in his gaze, fell away, leaving behind warm, soft, brown eyes. "I'm sure I can........ Accommodate you in this request."

"My, what exceptional service!!!" She whispered back, her green, Christmas tree eyes, merrily alight, glistening with the love he never dared hope she'd have for him in return. The love he thought he'd have to take, steal, pry from her unwilling heart, she now burned with for him, in enticing flame. No trick, no ploy, no female masquerade of it. This was the love neither Cassie, nor even Jolene had ever looked at him with........ A love that wasn't a lie.

The Wraith rolled smoothly through a wide open, forest green, wing-tipped gate, and trundled up the steep slope of a narrow gravel road, while driver and passenger succumbed to another indulgent kiss, Charlie cradling Ally's face in his claws, both jostled by the rumble of the drive, yet neither took any notice, as they ascended further into the trees.

The fiery, bold strokes of coloured light were nearly faded now, the painted sky yielding to the night, and the surrounding woods invited the falling dusk.

Charlie felt their lips part, both of them chasing their breath, as he clung to her, the tender dark outside spilling in through his rolled down window, the rest of the world, forgotten, as he held the woman he loved, in the car that had saved him, feeling the same innate, lifeblood link to them both.

"We've arrived, haven't we, My Joy? I can feel it....... in the excited thrum of your heart......." He whispered tenderly, brushing his nose against the flush of her cheek.

"Hide me away........ Show me your world, Allyssa Jolene."

**********

The moon was uncommonly pretty, and just as bizarrely bright, as Ally and Charlie walked hand in hand through the calming dark, trees casting shadows across their faces, their flashlights dancing as they moved together, two silhouettes belonging to the tender night.

"It's perfect, My Sweet," Charlie cooed breathily, as the log cabin came into view, emerging from the darkness as though from the depths of dark water.

"I knew you'd love it, Charles!!!" Ally exclaimed beaming and bubbly, squeezing him tight into a hug, and he ushered her into his embrace, his night sky features etched in white moonlight.

"Your childhood woodland cabin could not be more perfect for our anniversary getaway, Dear Girl, I am most impressed........" He smirked at her, with a gentle eyebrow raise....... I can just see you here, aged nine, scampering about through the lush green fauna the same proliferous hue as your eyes, an eternal summer encircled, dark brown curls bouncing, adventure in your heart.

Ally's face shined even paler and luminous than the supernatural moon, as she hugged his neck, overwhelmed by the wonder of him, brushing her lips against his, both of them bathed in moonlight.

"That's so beautiful, Charles!!! Oh yes, how frightfully well you know your lucky bride. While at home I much preferred to keep indoors, kept company by a good book, at the cabin....... I craved adventure, roving through the wooded hills, collecting pinecones and wildflowers, making up games and imaginary foes."

"That's my daring, imaginative girl," He whispered to her lips, teasing them with a faint whisper of a kiss. "Creating worlds within yours already at so young an age, such a beautiful child, even then a living doll."

He bit his lip, looking at her innocently, which she found all too irresistible.

"Confession?"

Ally giggled, feigning reprimand, with playfully accusing eyes. "Oh no!!! What did you do?"

Charles smiled guiltily, gliding his fingers through her curls, remarking how fine she looked, how delicate, in her short black sundress, covered in white hearts, contrasting spectacularly with her dove white skin.

"I stole something......." He said softly, and she broke out into an even sweeter grin, curls falling silkily against her cheek. "Ah yes, you naughty boy, you mean besides my heart and hand?"

He smiled fondly, but the guilt still glinted in his dark eyes. "Yes, My Love. Not heart, nor hand, nor pen...... I took them....... photographs of you as a darling child, my living doll in miniature. I took them from your childhood home, from the picture album left behind. I hope you do not find it odd, I am just so taken with my white rose, delighted beyond measure to see her as a tiny rosebud."

Ally shook her curls bewildered, her green eyes impossibly wide. "You took pictures of me? From my old house on Canyon Hill? Charlie nodded somberly, expecting her wary chastisement, but was happily disappointed when she broke into a wonderstruck grin instead.

"You didn't! That's so sweet of you, My hopelessly romantic husband, my GOD........ I'm so lucky to have a man that loves and aches to know my every age and stage."

"You're not cross......?" Charles murmured unbelieving as she drifted her fingers through the black silk strands at the forefront of his slicked coif.

"No!!! Not at all!!! I am rather....... dazzled, and desperately undeserving of such gracious attentions." She blushed apple red, bowing her head shyly. "I told mother she had forgotten one of the albums in the move, when I was fifteen...... We thought it lost forever. Ally smiled sadly, something lost, something forlorn in her eyes. "No one lives there now....... My own little universe of primrose paths and a shady oak, nestled within a chain-link fence, is just an empty shell now. The once manicured lawn grown over with unruly weeds, from the neglect, the primrose bushes bared of their bloom." She shook her head sheepishly. "But, of course, you know this...... You were there......"

"Yes." Charles answered in a single breath. "A great many times, even when it was your universe, just as you described. But even decades later amidst the forlorn ruin, I still found traces of you..... The special little girl who lived in the pink house with the blue trim in the middle of the street. A pink Barbie bike left on the premises, coloured pictures in crayon hidden out by the cluster of pine trees in the corner. A pink sandal, without a mate in the flowerbed........"

Ally blushed deeper, looking at him in the way he so loved, like he was magic. "That was my special hiding place in the corner of the yard, by the biggest pine next to the electrical box."

"I know......."

"Which ones did you take, of the pictures?"

"The Christmas ones," He chortled, touching her feverish face. The one with you in the teal nightgown, posing in front of a colouring table, another of you hugging a life size Barbie with white-blonde, unusually long hair, and finally......... One of you, a little bit older, cradling in your arms a sweet black pup. Jewel, I think was her name, your favourite Christmas present, so says your mother's handwriting on the back........"

"Second favourite.........." Ally murmured in a sacred whisper, taking Charlie's hand, as she kissed the back of his fingers. "I adored Jewel, treasured every happy, romping moment with her, but YOU are my favourite Christmas present, Charles."

Charlie felt the emotion swelling in his chest, shimmering in his brightened eyes, his brow pulled back, soft. "I was gifted to you Christmas Day, wasn't I? We said our, "I do's," at midnight that magical Christmas Eve."

"Never was there a prettier wedding, nor a more devastatingly handsome groom. I'm glad you took them, Charles....... I'm glad...... you took me."

Charlie felt the tears fall and watched her Christmas tree eyes glisten likewise, scrunching his dark brow against hers, as he took her lips in a raw, emotional kiss.

Ally's tears mingled with his, each wearing the other's on their cheeks, and then he just held her, wrapping his arms tight around her feminine form with a heartfelt sigh.

"As am I...... Wife. My dove white couplet to a peculiar little poem that's long been unfinished. I've never known love like you......."

He gestured his gloved hand out to the charming cabin, waiting inviting in the distance, the peak of the eves decorated by diamond stars.

And now, here, in the setting of your happiest girlhood adventures, as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only immortal Adam and his evergreen Eve, shall we celebrate this love, this rosebud of a lovely, laughing little girl, who became the full bloom of My Beloved Wife, six months ago to the day. The December Man and his July Girl.

[abbyscript]

Our Beginning (Abby and Flagg seducing Lincoln Loud)

Yes, you totally read that correctly. Smoking hot writer babes fucking Lincoln’s brains out. :3

See how excited he is~? 

I put some fun facts at the bottom. Enjoy~

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13282706/1/Our-Beginning

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)

OUR BEGINNING

Lincoln Loud was squirming atop a bed. He was sitting on his legs and dressed in only his cotton briefs. His hands were fisted in pure white bedsheets.

He was nervously sweating as the door slowly creaked open. The breath left his body when a long slender leg stepped into the room, a black heel coming to rest upon the floor. A wide hip swung into view, followed by a lacy black thong pulled tightly over her core, and then her other leg stepped inside.

Lincoln gulped as her piercing eyes found him, and a lazy smirk grew on her face.

"Mmm~ what have we here?"

Her hips swung side to side, each movement shaking his body like an electric pulse; his eyes mesmerized by her creamy thighs.

His gaze roamed over her flat stomach and up to her braless breasts, her nipples covered in black pasties. They were so full and yummy looking, dangling like pendulums with every step she took closer to his paralyzed body. Her arms hung lazily with her relaxed shoulders. Her neck was smooth and slender right up to her pointed chin.

Her lips were still smirking, glossy and with devious intentions. Her nose was perfect. Not a single freckle on her cheeks. Her walk was measured and even.

And her gorgeous raven hair fell down her shoulders in wavy curls.

When she put her knee on the edge of the mattress her torso arched toward him, her whole body curling toward him like a predator stalking its prey. She swung her other knee onto the bed and pushed her curvaceous breasts against his quivering lap.

Her sinful tongue darted out to lick her lips, and her hazy, lidded eyes blinked at him slowly. She laid a hand on his thigh as she slid into place right beside him. She kept on knee on his calf so her boiling core was resting on his thigh.

Lincoln could only bob his throat stupidly, his head light and sweaty. His body was overheated and… dying. He was basically dying in the best way imaginable.

She moaned as she pushed her breasts into his arm. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered into them unspeakable things.

But then they paused as they felt a new pressure on the mattress.

Lincoln looked over and felt himself flush deeper as a dirty blonde babe with frilly white panties and a sheer bra crawled toward them. Her hair fell short just above her shoulders, a little frizzy, a little playful. Her generous breasts filled out her thin bra to the very brim.

She was grinning widely, a cute blush covering her freckled cheeks. She put up a hand and waved at them before sitting down on Lincoln's other side.

Lincoln didn't know what to do with himself. On one side of him there was a sex goddess with experience in her burning eyes. She knew what she was doing. She'd take him wherever she wanted him to go. And he knew he'd enjoy it.

On the other side there was a giggly woman with a playful lilt in her voice, a spring in her step, and enough energy the hairs on his arms stood up.

The blonde wasted no time. Her hand laid flat on his stomach. When she felt his muscles quiver beneath her palm, she gasped and arched toward him. Her core was close to his knee. Just a little closer…

She looked over at the ravenette and winked. "Hey, come here often~?"

The brunette smirked. "Oh, not much longer than yourself." For the moment, she was content staying close and watching what the new girl was doing.

The blondie bumped her freckled shoulder against the other woman before turning her eyes toward the trembling boy beneath them.

"Oh, there is so much I want to do with you. But first… tell me, Lincy… which sister do you like best?"

He gasped, his legs contracting tightly when her lips suddenly pressed just above his belly button. "Ah."

She was peppering kisses against his stomach, blowing her hot breaths against his quivering flesh. "Mmm~" Her hand moved down to his briefs, and her finger tugged on the elastic. "I bet you'd love it if Luan followed you around all day." Her teeth caught his innie button; her tongue raking across his boiling skin. "You want her to tell you dirty jokes. You want it so bad it hurts, don't you, Lincy?"

He gasped and threw his head back when her palm cupped his hardening member.

Then, before he could recover, the dark-haired seductress locked her lips to his; like a venomous embrace, her tongue darted into his mouth and filled him with poisonous lust. She pulled back, heady and flushed. "I think Lynn would fight over him. They'd get hot and sweaty, violent and primal."

The blonde nuzzled her nose into his elastic band; her fingers were inching to his hips where they grabbed his waistband. "Oh? I love that idea." She pulled his briefs down only an inch, letting the band snap back to his skin. "But you know what sounds better?" She curved her body upward, her bra grazing his nipples. She put a hand around the back of his neck, her fingers pushing into his messy white hair. "What if I blindfold you and let you touch your sisters' breasts?" She pulled him in, but aimed her lips at his chin rather than his lips. "But you can't have sex with them yet." She sucked on his skin lightly. "You can hump against Luan's vagina, but no more than that." She flicked her tongue against his lips and looked at him with hazy eyes. "I'm gonna save your first penetration for something special~"

The ravenette was flushed and breathing a little harder. "You should let Linc have a moment with each of his sisters…"

For the time being, Lincoln and his dark-haired angel were entranced as blondie pressed herself flush against his chest and pushed him slowly to the bed. She planted her hands on his shoulder and leaned close to him, her lips just inches above his own. She moved her knee until it bumped into his crotch.

When Lincoln cried out an electric spark ran up blondie's back. "Nngh, make that sound again, Lincy~!" She bumped into him again, her breasts bouncing across his rugged chest. She looked into his eyes, seeing his deep pools of lust staring into her own fiery eyes. Her dirty-blonde hair fell around them. "I'm gonna make you give Lynn a massage, Lincy. And she's gonna beg you to make her yours~"

Lincoln couldn't breathe as she stared at him with manic eyes. She was grinning widely, flushed cutely and blushing madly. She ran her fingers through his hair. "You've been a good boy, Lincoln. Making your sisters so happy. Giving them everything they need. Being there for them." She cradled her palm against the back of his head as she lower her lips to his nose; peppering light kisses on his eyebrows and eyelids, moving around to his cheek, getting closer to his lips…

And then, she pulled away only a little and looked at the ravenette; the slightly older woman staring wide-eyed. Blondie winked saucily before putting her finger nails against Lincoln's beating chest. "I think we're ready to try out your idea, cutie~"

Ravenette smirked and leaned in closer, her eyes hazy.

Blondie trailed her tongue and lips down Linc's neck, heading toward the pulsing vein in his neck. Her teeth found purchase there and nibbled until his legs were twitching and straining beneath her. "How close are you, Lincy?"

He gasped for breath. "Gosh, I'm close!"

She pulled back and giggled. "Heh, you're not close enough, silly boy." She leaned up, her knees bent and holding her above him. She pushed her hands through her silky hair, shaking her locks around her shoulders as she giggled. And then, she sat down and grinded her panties against his briefs. He cried out and threw his hands onto her thighs for support. She was beaming from ear to ear, her eyes practically glowing as she brought Lincoln to a slow and sinfully-pleasurable release.

His movements became erratic as she turned to the other woman.

Ravenette had no warning when she felt a hand push her hair aside and rest upon her shoulder. Her breath caught when the woman twisted her torso toward her and spoke sweetly. "Hey, miss, I need your help."

They looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"Heh, you don't look like you need my help at all. You're amazing~"

A pretty blush erupted across freckled cheeks and the woman pulled her blonde hair across her face for a few seconds. "Th-thanks."

Ravenette put a hand on her friend's naked shoulder and rubbed softly. "But whatever you need, I'd gladly give it to you."

Blondie moved her hair aside to look at her again, and a light flashed over her eyes. She beamed widely, her innocence and relief showing as her shoulders relaxed.

Below them, Lincoln was whining for his release.

"Heh, maybe you should just give it to him, finally." Ravenette was beaming.

But Blondie wasn't convinced. "Nope." She poked Linc's chest and then rolled off him completely, leaving him without any feminine pressure or stimulation of any kind. "I'm gonna drive him… and the readers… so crazy with lust that they'll explode in pleasure when their release comes~"

Her friend whistled. "Hot damn, you're evil. Did you know that?"

Blondie let her fingers trail along Linc's beating chest lazily. Her bangs fell across her face, covering her in shadows. Her deviously smirking grin peeked through. "Thanks, that's the whole reason I'm even here~"

Ravenette inched herself overtop of Lincoln, settling her wide hips right on top his raging hard-on. "Mmm that feels good."

Blondie slid behind her friend, putting her hands on her shoulders and rubbing perfect skin in soothing circles. "Doesn't it?" She pressed her nose into endless, silky-black locks and breathed in her scent. "There's nothing more satisfying than that blessed moment of sweet release…"

Ravenette grunted as Lincoln's member prodded her core through their underwear. "I'm a pretty funny girl, and really good at the horror game."

Blondie pressed her lips against raven hair, holding it up with delicate fingers. "Mhmm, you're the best there is." She pushed her hair aside like curtains and let her eyes feast on what lay beneath. "I'd enjoy anything you do, you know…"

Ravenette shuddered when plump, warm lips found the spine at the back of her neck. She arched her neck before looking down at the squirming boy below her. Her hands immediately landed on his chest and he grew still. "Hiya, Linc."

He could only gulp, his eyes unable to look away.

She moved her hips against his, finding a steady rhythm. Lincoln's little cries were following after her own whimpers of pleasure.

Blondie laid her head on a shoulder and gazed sensuously down on Lincoln's flushed and panting form. "My, you work him quickly."

"Fuck!" the raven-haired woman cried. "You'd love it if Luan tied herself up and let you fuck her, wouldn't you?" She felt the blonde's jealous arms wrap around her; blondie's huffing indignantly, but hopelessly lustily behind her back.

"Why didn't I think of that!?" the dirty blonde let out with a whiny voice, her lips pouting and quivering in sadness. She sighed soon afterward as her friend's thrust were kinda, maybe, a little turning her on. "Mmm, I like what you're doing to Lincy, though."

Ravenette smirked wider, pausing long enough to shove her thong down her thighs before she pounced on Lincoln's body once again. "Leni would give herself to you like a blushing bride to her husband."

Lincoln gasped as her slick heat enveloped him through his soaked briefs.

The saucy blonde was quaking against her friend's back, biting her lip, and squeezing her eyes tightly shut as a tremor wracked her body.

Her raven friend chuckled, "You ok?"

She pushed her sweaty bangs from her eyes and giggled. "Y-yeah, b-but I think I'm in love… th-thanks a lot…" She stuck her tongue out but held no real malice as she couldn't keep the smiling afterglow from her face.

The devious brunette just smiled as she raced toward her orgasm.

Dainty hands rubbed a shivering back as one woman helped them other enjoy their much earned release. The raven-haired girl slid off him and laughed. "Dayyum."

The blonde laughed with her. "Don't you mean…" Her eyes shifted left and right before her blushing face inched closer, and she whispered, "…fuck?"

The brunette fell back to the sheets, smiling beautifully, and the blonde admired it for one long moment before turning toward Lincoln.

She slithered over him and pulled his boxers down to his thighs, trapping his legs together. His member sprung up, bobbing up and down for a few moments. She settled herself above him; one knee on either side of him, caging him beneath her. She took the crotch of her panties and pushed them aside. She was pink and wet, and ready~

Her face was flushed as she ground herself against him; naked flesh grazing against naked flesh. "Be gentle, Lincy, this is my first time…"

Lincoln's head strained backward into the sheets as the tip of his member explored her outer lips, raking across her hooded clit.

"Ahhh~" She fell down onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she settled her opening against his head and felt him enter a fraction of an inch. "Your sisters love you so much." She nuzzled his neck as she sunk down on him very slowly. "Will you give them what they want?"

He wasn't going to last long at all. She could feel him twitching, his legs squirming, his hands jittery on her thighs…

She smirked through her flushed cheeks. "Will you make love to them, Lincy?" She captured his bottom lip between her teeth but gasped when his member scraped along a bundle of nerves in her core. "W-will you do it for me?"

Ravenette just stared in awe and wonder, her hands itching to join in and her smile glowing. "Wow! This is fucking amazing."

Blondie clamped down on his member right as he swelled up and let loose, giving him no option but to do it inside. And she turned her flushed face to her friend and could only grin deviously. "Thanks, I try my best!"

Lincoln fell back to the sheets, spent but glowing. His weak, noodly arm rose and he gave the girls a thumbs up.

Blondie excited clapped her hands together, uncaring that their cum was running down her leg. "I knew you'd like it!"

Ravenette clapped her on the shoulder. "Heh, this was pretty fun."

Blondie turned her lidded eyes and looked her friend up and down. "Mmm, what's next?"

Author's Notes:

This was originally written on 10/22/17. I had been in the fandom for less than five months at the time, and Flagg1991 was my dearest friend (he still is). This story was written to commemorate how we got started; two quirky writers who had nothing to lose and very little expectations. Perhaps it was a stroke of fortune that we found each other, or it was a move of fate, but if I had to choose anything in my life to say this about... he's the one thing I do not regret. *Smooch~*

Now, to explain what's even happening. Lincoln is undeniably a favorite of mine. He's the most common character in both of our works. He's beautiful, and this story is just as much appreciation for him as it is for us.

Flagg joined this fandom first, and I followed a month after him. We separately did a few works before we started doing close collaborations. The Seduction of Lincoln Loud, A Crush on Their Brother, To Know His Sisters, and Deep Tissue Massage are all references there. Beautiful Corruption and Better Sisters are special to me because it was the ending of an era, and the start of something new and beautiful.

The scene Flagg wrote about Leni in Better Sisters was so breathtaking, moving, inspiring... even though it was little... that's the thing that changed me into a Lenifan. It's ironic in a way, considering he tells me I inspired him when he wrote that. I guess it's just amazing how that turned out.

When I used the word "fuck" in this story, that was a reference to the first time I used a curse in any story, for a submission I made in Do the Louds. I thought it was a funny piece of useless trivia, heh.

So much has happened and changed in the past two years. But, deep down, I still look at these beautiful kids the same way. I love Lincoln so much, and Lori and Leni, too. There's none that I truly dislike, and combined they make for a wonderful family. The main reason I have so much inspiration to write the things that I do is because of their love for each other; and my passion is just as much a desire to see their family stay together forever as it is a drive to explore their blossoming love and dedication.

Thanks for sticking with me since the beginning, guys. Here's to another year of loving, beautiful corruption~