#while he screamed like he was being tortured and kicked poop everywhere

[whentherewerebicycles]

I cannot survive this day lol

[themagicalmelanin]

11.5: Return Of you

A quick and awful...possibily funny generated fanfic I made on fanfic maker.com

Fandom-Mr. Love : Queen’s choice

Pairing-You/Víctor

Smut?

by Auroraroses

You were up earlier than usually. You were super excited. After all, today was your wedding day!

You danced through the room, sang a little bit and couldn't wait until the evening.

Oh, how excited you were! Today, you would finally be married to Victor! (A/N Oh yeah, you are ghey. If you wanna know how that happened, read my other stories!)

Of course for this day, you had chosen the best wedding cake. And the best wedding catering. And invited all your friends to come (except Williw cuz she's a bitch).

Victor himself was also up early in the morning, doing his morning stretches and excercise so he'd look nice and buff in his suit.

You were trying out your wedding dress in front of the mirror There had been a mixup at the dresser but Victor thought it was kind of funny so they went along with it.

But of course, most importantly of all: you couldn't wait until the actual night. See. You had a bit of a stick kink. but kept it secret so far. You felt there had to be at least one thing Victor should only discover on their wedding night! Oh, how excited you were to finally share that final bit with Victor!

The day was coming along nice. You received lots of compliments for your dress. Victor looked fabulous in his suit. His muscles nicely toned thanks to the suit being of just the right tightness. Oh, you loved watching your love. Those sweet lips of him touching the wine glass, soaking them up in the red liquid of the wine. Those lips you could kiss all night long.

And those hands, you looked at it. Abscentmindedly as someone else was talking to you while he did so. Victor's hands were so full with power. The way he grabbed your hands as they cut the cake. The way he held your wrists as you cut the cake into slices. Those hands would be soon on your chest.

There was a speech or two. Proclaiming that there had never been such a perfect couple as you and Victor. That the universe had never seen such love. And everyone cheered and rejoiced. And there were flower petals and rice raining down on them and there were songs being sang in their names.

Or so it should be. Because when you stood there at the altar about to give your word to Victor. Suddenly! An ExplosioN!

And from the smoke arised no one else but Williw!

"Stop! You are making a mistake!" Williw said. "I should be with Victor!!"

~~~~~ A/N Oooooh! Bet you didn't expect that! Sorry ClarisaTheBeautiful, I no I told you I wouldn't do that, but I did! hAHAHAHA! ~~~~ Onto the next chappie!

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A little Later, You was taking a shit.

He was having trouble though.

It felt like days passed and still no sign of release.

"Help..Errrr... ahhhh! Christ! when is this epic poo gonna pass!?" You exclaimed, His face wincing with effort.

He made every effort in his little boy body to expel this demon thing from his womanly back side.

Just as You was going in for another push..

Without warning the bathroom door suddenly burst open unexpectedly. Ahhhh!

"Well hello...You" a seductive noise whispered from the doorway.

A shadowy person stood leaning against the door frame. His deep, sensual voice which You knew immediately. His mind began racing and a nervous sweat began pouring from his face and groinal area.

"Victor... is that you? wha- what are you still doing awake...?"

He appeared in nothing but a towel, seemingly ready to take a steamy shower.

However He couldn't with You near by....they were like family now.Victor was like His grandma.

Any sane person would never allow their own grandma to see them in the nude. Right? RIGHT!!?! SHIT!"

"Oh I felt dirty from masturbating all day...ya ever feel dirty You?"

"Y-Yes, I mean NO! NO! NO! Never" You shrieked, He became so immensely worked up he cleaned his colon clear of the demon feces that had been clogging it. His voice also cracked like he was 13 again, but in comparison to the loud flatulence he just unleashed, who cares? Victor heard though, and giggled like a adorable baby girl laugh. It sent tingles all up Your spine.

"Oh you've always been the shy one in the family, You..."

You was not shy, at all. He defeated Lucien and blew up His evil machines for Christ's sake! and now he suddenly found himself speechless. Was He going to see his metaphorical grandma literally naked? Little did he know, that was merely a choclate source on the banana split of love that was to come.

"..the shy and excitable one." said Victor finishing the sentence with a sly smile.

"Wh-what the..." and before You could send the third word out of His mouth..

..Victor's towel dropped to the floor,setting his swingy bits free into the mist of the shower.

You noticed everything on him instantly. His soft butt,his magically gravity-defying middle leg and the tiny thingy colored birth mark on his butt, which made Him feel funny...as He had one there too.

Still, the sight of his near perfect body caused Your penis to become very hard. It stood erect and proud, pointing straight towards the mighty heavens.

"hehe oh my You...you're more impressive than I thought."

"uh... ye-yeah, th-thaaanks Victor, you're cute too." THIS IS SO WRONG! It raced through his head at lightning speed. But the beautiful, wet, soapy body that stood before him spoke otherwise. Him shapely body was everything You could want in something to wank to. Yet did family like relationship matter?..

...

...

NAAAAAH!!

But just as You was commiting. Commiting to a path that they couldn't go back from.

You burst into the toilet!

"What are you too upto?"

"Err..nothing" you said as he causally slipped his pants back on.

Victor, who You didnt notice, picked up his towel and backed out slowly.

"Really?"

"I was just having a shit...see?" You gestured to his shit.

"Oh, thats a shit all right! One hell of a shit!

Ok, if your done we better go"

So You put his other pants on and left. He had a serious case of blue balls, but at least his anus didnt feel so bad now.

As he walked out Victor whispered one word. A word fall of hope.

"Later"

You Giggled.

Fortunately, their traveling companion was as oblivious as ever, and didn't notice.

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The woman stood atop of the rubble while from everywhere Lackys came from. They tied up all the wedding guests (and Gavin, who had been the priest, too!).

"I knew something was up," Williw said. "You sounded way too happy last time we spat insults at each other." She said as she walked down from the rubble into the wedding area. "Of course, there was also this."

She took out a paper and folded it into an aeroplane. Then she fired it at you.

You opened it up and saw... it was their wedding invitation.

Williw laughed loudly, "Oh yeah, you were willing to invite Lucien but not me?! So I did what I had the right to do... I went to Lucien and I defeated him and took his invitation.

You knew that Williw could be powerful. Oh yeah, before Williw turned out to be such a collosal biatch, they had been fighting Lucien together. But you didn't know that Williw could have defeated Lucien...as long as she had enough motivation!

HAHAHAHAAHA, Williw laughed. "Now to enact my plan!" Because not only will I stop your wedding, I will make your wedding IMPOSSIBLE!!!

The minionss took Gavin and shoved him forward. They did the same thing with Victor.

Williw walked over to Victor and took his hand. "Now, Gavin, wed me! Otherwise I will kill all you love! And if you, you try to stop me....I will ressurrect Lucien!"

you felt like you were kicked in the stomach. What an impossible choice! You thought. Give up the love of your life or save the world from Lucien. It was almost as if fate or God set everythin in motion to torture you!

But long you didn't have to be in agony. Because you had a plan!

Victor winked at You when no one else was looking.

"Later" he mouthed at him silently so no one could hear.

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Later, You and Victor were alone again.

"Its Later" said Victor, pulling You towards the bathroom.

"But what about the others?"

"I'll just tell them you are helping me shower. They wont suspect a thing"

"True. They are all idiots"

Then, suddenly, Victor was naked. You wondered how He did that. He must have been nearly naked this whole time!

The shower turned on...

..You was already.

Victor lathered up good and fine. The soap dripped off His body at a seductively slow pace. You could not contain the powerful urge of excitement that raced through His veins.

The alluring look of his nudie comrade became too much for him to fathom and his erect penis launched a mighty wad of semen directly onto Your eye.

There You sat, His pink panties pulled quickly down at his ankles, on a toilet full of poop with His bodly fluids on full display, eyes bulging from His face.

Victor giggled as Your dignity shriveled and died, but You had always enjoyed that delightful snicker, even after He found out He was His own flesh and blood.

"Well...wh-what do we do now?" You said, desperately trying to sound suave.

"It. We do it."

"it?"

"yes. it"

"we do it?"

"yes"

"oh"

...and with that Victor jumped on You. What little remained of their clothes plopped of quickly. Some fell in the toilet.

"um... lets g-get you outta my toil-dreams and into my bed." You stuttered, desperately trying to be slick, yet he knew it was hopeless to be suave on the shitter.

Victor hopped gleefully out of the shower, the soap continued pouring from His shapely body.You stood up from the toilet, His naughty bits proudly waving about and His pants still down around His ankles. He hurried to chase His shapely body down.

He fell in the door way, tripping over His pants. He pulled His face up from the floor and gazed at Victor, DANCING ON THE KITCHEN TABLE

The night wreaked of eroticisms...and You could see that it was going to be a all you can eat porkfest.

And it was!

Victor was soon ridding You like a pogo stick.

"Poke me! DEEPER! DEEPER! GODDAMNIT!"

"Oh God I'm going to hell!" You screamed.

You still had his Hawaiian shirt on and Victor was dripping soapy water all over the bed.

His perky penis swung around, like a happy child on a moon bounce. UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT!, You liked it. It was a big, beautiful thing that ached to be sucked on.

You especially liked that from this angle He could not see the awkward birth mark on His ass cheek. Which was a relief. You wanted to be hard and strong where it counts for the person He had always thought of as His mother-in-law.

"Oh You!" He breathed heavily, deep and cavernous "is what we're doing wrong!?!?"

"OH GOD YES!!" He yelled back at His naked mother-in-law.

"GOOD! YES! YES! YES! YES BROTHER!!!" Victor screamed.

When it was over they cleaned themselves, the room and the nearby warehouse down.

It took awhile - fortunately they finished before any of their friends got back. So their little secret was safe...for now.

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~~~~~A/N uuuurgh I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry it took sooo long. I had to find some inspiration because yknow, it fic did end in a really difficult cliffhanger! But after binge watching some netflix, I think I really got a cool thing down now! ~~~~~~

"Uuuurgh," you said, putting up your most bored voice, "Well, I didn't really want him anyway, I just said that to rile you up."

"What?!" said Williw in utter disbelieve.

"Yeaaah, I was just so angry with you over, y'know, that thing. that I decided that I was going to marry Victor just to make you jealous."

And then, then you thought of the one thing that would make your ruse even better.

"Because really, you said, I love you."

Williw stood there baffled. All the minionss looked at her unsure what to do now.

"Y... you mean that?" said Williw.

"Of course not!" said Victor and in that unguarded moment he knocked Williw unconscious.

"Haha, you didn't expect that to happen, hey Bitch?!" Victor yelled loudly and laughed loudly afterwards.

All the other guests laughed as well.

As did you.

And afterwards, when the police came and arrested Williw, the wedding continued.

And as you predicted. In the evening, finally you could show off your kink. And then it turned out that Victor too had a secret, he whispered at you, taking off his shirt and revealing that he had been wearing nipple clamps all this time. That was kinda hot as well, you thought and it became a really really nice night.

Although, deeply, somewhere... You felt a little doubt over your proclaimation of love towards Williw. Maybe there was a core of truth in it. Maybe their rivalry was nothing more than a elaborate foreplay? Non-the less. Now it was too late. Victor was your life partner now. Although... maybe... when Williw finally came free, you might be able to convince Victor to explore more kinks with the both of them....

The end

[artificialqueens]

I'll take you way back (Trixya) Chapter 2 - Bramble

A/N: I hope you enjoying this as much I’m loving writing it. Again want to get across the fact this story is fictional and I’m not saying these things happened they are merely inspired by time frames.

In this chapter Yekaterina is Katya and Patrycja is Trixie. It’s a sad chapter so count yourself as warned. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Romanov Russia

2017 “Do you think you can manage to do something with the Viking markings that were in the painting?” Kim had been on the phone to Brian for around half an hour. It had started out by her telling him her ideas about the fashion and had finally gotten to the cosmetology aspect of the call. “Yeah, so are you including the hat or not because you didn’t sound so sure.” “It’s just a bit out there but then again so were the Vikings. I’m going fabric hunting today so I’ll call you later. Bye.” Brian said a quick goodbye before the line cut off. He supposed that if Kim was starting to work out materials maybe he should work out something. He’d been staring at a blank sheet of paper all morning. It wasn’t like he couldn’t think of what to do, because he had a vision in his head, but his mind wandered elsewhere. His mind was back in the museum with the curator with the crazy fashion sense. He wondered what outfit he’d throw together and what exhibit he would radiate passion about this time. Tapping his nails against the table for a little while longer Brian decided that he would find out for himself. On the walk he didn’t complain about the hills, or the length of the journey. Instead he figured out an excuse to talk to Brian again. Interested in history? That wouldn’t work, he was silent most of the time and showed little interest until Brian spoke. Vikings was just too out there? But what about Kim, why was she not there. That’s when Brian decided she to say a small white lie and say Kim was busy with family. It wasn’t a reach, Kim was actually busy and normally spent time with her family when she could. Walking through the doors Brian paid the admission and began his search for a certain batshit crazy man. Scouring the exhibits he was near yesterday Brian found the blue-eyed man in the middle of a conversation. Brian looked at the nearest piece to busy himself until the blonde was finished talking. Occasionally he would steal glances over his pale shoulders at the man. His fashion today was even more interesting than the last day. Whilst yesterday he had opted for a brown jumper over a shirt and jeans, today he had chosen a bottom down shirt partnered with shorts. Whipping his head back around Brian chastised himself for letting his eyes linger on the man’s thighs longer than he should have. When Brian saw that he was done with the conversation, he approached the man. “Hi, Brian.” Blue eyed man turned to look at the brunette and flashed him a white smile that had Brian rooted on the spot. “Fellow Brian, why hello there, what brings you back to the establishment.” The curator did have an oddly charming way he spoke. It wasn’t quite how most people would phrase things. “Don’t tell me your friend, what was her name again?” “Kim,” Brian answered. “Kim, right yeah, don’t tell me Kim didn’t like the Vikings after all?” Brian seemed so down over the fact of Kim not liking the Vikings it made Brian feel bad for the lie he was about to tell. “It was just a bit too out there for the project, unfortunately.” Brian gave a small smile. “She asked me to come back and see what else we could work with. Do you think you could help?” “Absolutely,” the smile was back on Brian’s face and that made the brunette happy. “But first, a joke.” “A joke?” Brian was slightly confused by his suggestion. He came here to hear him speak about history not to listen to jokes. “What’s a day without any laughter?” So, Brian listened to the joke. “What do you call a ghost’s poop?” The brunette snorted slightly at the joke. Really that was what he was going with? “I don’t know.” “Boo boo,” Brian tried to keep a straight face as the curator wheezed and flailed. Although he tried he failed as he let out a small chuckle because of the other man. “Now that’s out the way, what part of history would you like to travel to today?” Brian thought long and hard as the other man patiently waited for a response. “I don’t know, what’s your personal favourite?” “Ahh, so Romanov Russia it is then. Are you familiar with the story of the Romanovs?” Brian thought for a minute but his mind came up blank apart from one thing. “Isn’t there a Disney movie about them or something?” That elicited another wheeze from the man that Brian found himself drawn to. “Funny you should say that because that’s exactly what the exhibit is about, well almost. You see it all started when…” Russia, 1918 Word around the streets was that the Bolsheviks had executed the Romanovs. Every last one of them, the Tsar, the Tsarina, and their five children. But rumours spread secretly that the youngest daughter, Anastasia had escaped. Yekaterina was sat quietly writing away at her desk whilst Patrycja hummed away to herself in the shower. It had been a peaceful night for them so far. Patrycja had come back from the market with a beaming smile on her face, carrying a loaf of bread and Yekaterina had managed to fill another two pages of her scribbled handwriting. At first it had been hard for the two women to adjust to couple life in Russia. They had to be very private all the time and anyone who asked was told they were cousins, they lived together because it was easier to afford rent. At the market whispers could be heard about searches being carried out by the Bolsheviks and that instantly had Patrycja worried. Most people would just accept that she and Yekaterina were cousins and ask no more questions, but this was the government, the police, and the people who had power to check. They had never faced anything as a couple this challenging since they first met. Lathering her blonde hair in shampoo, Patrycja let her mind roam throughout all the possible scenarios that could ensue. She only hoped that their humble home wasn’t searched. But if it they were looking for Anastasia then they would surely look everywhere, their small house included. In the living Yekaterina had lit a few candles to help warm the house and provide light for when the sun set. A loud knock of the door interrupted her from boarding up one of their windows. Yekaterina slowly began to walk over only to find the door be flown open. Three large men stood at the doorway staring back at Yekaterina’s small terrified figure. This was it, she thought. They know, the gig is up and they’re done for. “Ma'am is your husband home?” Yekaterina had to hide her disgust at the word husband and she shook her head. “I am not married, I live here with my cousin.” The men took steps inside the small room. The centre man looked at both of the men to his sides and nodded. As the started to walk back into the rest of the home Yekaterina spoke up. “Please, my cousin, she’s in the shower.” One of the men let out an evil chuckle at Yekaterina’s plea. “Please, she can’t hear in the bathroom, she’s nude. Let me tell her to put some clothes on.” Yekaterina desperately tried to bargain with the men. She couldn’t stand the thought of any of these greasy old men in suits seeing her angel without any clothes on. “We’re just looking for Anastasia Romanov, so long as you are not hiding her you and your cousin will be fine.” The centre man shoved Yekaterina into a corner in the living room as she desperately tried to look over his shoulder to see the other men. She couldn’t believe what was happening. From the shower Patrycja could hear loud bangs and her heart instantly jumped in her chest. Turning off the water of the shower, she grabbed her towel from the side and wrapped herself tightly in it. Stepping out of the shower, Patrycja walked gingerly over to the door and unhitched the lock. As she opened the door she found herself pushed against the cold wall of the bathroom. Tightly gripping the fabric of the towel to her chest, Patrycja tried to slow her breathing. The only sound from the home was the shattering of different items as the hit of various walls and the floor as they are thrown. Patrycja could hear her heartbeat and could feel it in her throat as she fought back the tears. Yekaterina was praying they wouldn’t look under the one bed and in the shoe-box. She could easily say how she slept on the measly excuse of a couch but she couldn’t deny the photos hidden in the shoe-box. “What do we have here,” Yekaterina felt a lump form in her throat. “A shoe-box?” The lump got larger as she swallowed away her fear. This really was it, she thought. They were goners. In the bathroom Patrycja knew what they had found. They were found out and soon they’d be paraded for the people to see as they were executed. To think the search had almost gone without a hitch and they would carry on as usual was naive of Patrycja to believe. “General, you are going to want to take a look at this,” the man with the shoebox said. “We found ourselves a pair of liars and criminals.” The man guarding Yekaterina in the corner walked away reluctantly and allowed her a bit of air. She couldn’t keep back the tears as she let out strangled sobs. The man who found the shoebox walked over to her and crouched down to her crumpled figure in the floor. “You better shut up, sweetheart, or the consequences won’t be too pretty.” Patrycja felt physically sick. She could hear the cries coming from her love and let the tears roll down her face. She heard a loud scream come from Yekaterina as she was kicked in the stomach to make her shut up, and her heart wrenched. It was torture to listen to her love scream in agony. 2017 “They had to hide their romance, that is awful,” Brian said on the verge of tears. “Well they lived in Russia, they would still have to hide their love now. It isn’t the most accepting country ever,” Brian said with a hand placed on one the other man’s shoulders. “What happened to them?” “They were paraded around the market before being executed. It was brutal and humiliating but they died next to the woman they loved.” Brian struggled to hold back the single tear that rolled down his face. Bringing a hand up to his face he instantly wiped the tear away. “Why is that awful story your favourite?” The blue-eyed man looked at the brunette with a sad smile on his face. “Because it reminds me that I could have it so much worse than I do. I live in a place that for some part accepts who I am.” Brian nodded as he struggled to comprehend what he was being told. Was Brian confirming that he too was gay? “Why don’t you go tell Kim about this, she what she has to say and if she doesn’t like it, I’ll be here tomorrow with a brand-new story to tell you.” The two men said their goodbyes and the curator let their hug carry on a little longer than maybe he should’ve. The brunette left the museum with an even larger burning passion to get to know the man teaching him history.