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Prompt Post 1

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Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky


Ao3 collection:
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/YuriOnIceKink

Yuri Plisetsky, Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - overheard sex, pining

(Anonymous) 2017-04-04 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri overhears Yuuri and Viktor having sex. He's a teenager, has the biggest crush on Yuuri, so he hates everything about it but he still masturbates to it, and can't look them in the face later.

If what he witnesses is Yuuri power bottoming the hell out of Viktor, that'd be a bonus.

Re: Yuri Plisetsky, Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - overheard sex, pining

(Anonymous) 2017-04-09 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded, oh my god I need to read this!!!!

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, bottom!Victor exhibitionism

(Anonymous) 2017-04-08 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Victor loves it messy and on display, up against the hotel windows.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, bottom!Victor exhibitionism FILL "where soul meets body"

(Anonymous) 2017-04-08 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I've never written anything this explicit before but apparently this prompt is My Thing so *jazz hands*

With bonus clothed!sex and mutual possessiveness.

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Victor drank just enough champagne at the banquet to be pleasantly tipsy, to have all his nerves buzzing and humming at Yuuri's every touch. Barcelona is three thousand kilometres from Sochi and a whole universe away, one where Yuuri danced with him all night until they were both too worked up to do anything but slip away back to their hotel room together, making out in the lift, already unbuttoning each others' suits before they even got through the door.

Now Yuuri's pulled Victor's tie out from under his waistcoat and is using it to keep him close, kissing and pulling him across the room to the window seat. Victor collapses down onto it and looks up at Yuuri as he straddles his lap. His gorgeous brown eyes are dark with arousal, his lips already a little pink and swollen, and while earlier they'd slicked back his hair like they do when he's on the ice it's already starting to come loose and fall messily around his face.

Yuuri touches his cheek gently and Victor turns to kiss the cool metal of his ring. Whatever else the rings might be, Victor had meant it as a promise. I'm yours, he thinks, letting his lips move down over Yuuri's palm to where the pulse flutters at his wrist, yours and everyone knows it.

They kiss again, less frantic but just as needy, Yuuri's arms looped around Victor's neck and their hips shifting. He can feel just how hard Yuuri is already through the trousers of his new suit, the suit that somehow makes him look even more ungodly attractive than he did already. The contrast between the cold glass against Victor's back and the heat of Yuuri's body is making him shiver.

"I was thinking," Yuuri begins softly, his face turned into Victor's neck. He's heard that phrase a few times now since the Cup of China and if Yuuri carries on like this Victor's going to develop a hair-trigger erection any time he claims to have been thinking. "I was thinking that maybe we should just… stay here for now. Right by the window."

Victor gasps a little, and then grins. "Where anyone could see?"

Yuuri nods, his face still turned away which means he's probably gone bright red. "Where anyone could see." He presses a hot, sucking kiss to Victor's neck.

Their room is on the eleventh floor, so anyone who saw would really have to be looking, but they could see. Anyone at all could look up and watch Victor Nikiforov, living legend of the figure skating world, getting fucked by his student. His boyfriend. His husband-to-be. Half the blood in Victor's body races to his crotch in an instant and his trousers and underwear are suddenly, painfully constricting.

"Yes," he hisses back, grinding his hips up, "please, Yuuri, show everyone what you do to me." He feels Yuuri shudder and decides to press a little harder, lowering his voice. "I want this whole city to know how much I need your cock."

Yuuri makes a weird little noise somewhere between a giggle and a groan, mumbles, "Shit, Victor," and kisses his neck again, nipping with his teeth. There's going to be a mark there for days and Victor doesn't own anything with a collar high enough to cover it even if he wanted to. Yuuri does it again, then moves around to leave another love-bite on the other side of Victor's neck, and then he stands up and shucks off his unbuttoned waistcoat.

"I'm getting the lube," he says, and his face is still flushed but his voice is utterly steady. "Strip."

Somehow Victor has the wherewithal to get his clothes off, stealing glances out of the window behind him as he does. The whole of Barcelona is spread out below, glittering with Christmas lights, a city of strangers to bear witness to Victor's love. He closes his eyes briefly when he feels Yuuri's hand against his bare back, then turns to look at him. He's loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves and taken off his belt but otherwise he's still wearing his gorgeous new clothes, and something about that makes the whole scenario even hotter than it was already. As capable as he and Yuuri are of talking completely past each other, sometimes there are things that both of them understand without words, in the language of one another's bodies.

Yuuri sets the lube down on the windowseat and ghosts his fingertips along the underside of Victor's cock. "You're so hard for me," he murmurs. "So needy, Victor."

Victor tries not to jerk his hips after every phantom sensation Yuuri's offering him. "I always need you," he says. "This whole year I've needed you, so badly."

"And now you have me," Yuuri says, and then he's kissing Victor and his hand is around his cock properly, stroking and squeezing, coating him in his own pre-come. Victor grabs at Yuuri's shirt and then the waistband of his trousers and then presses his palm against his erection, rubbing back and forth. Yuuri bites his bottom lip in response.

"Okay," he says, releasing Victor's mouth and his cock at the same time. "Up on the window seat, on your knees. Facing out. So they can see us." Victor does as he's told and then Yuuri's hands are on his back again, running gently downwards and spreading his cheeks. The lube is cool but Yuuri's fingers are burning hot inside him, one and then two and then three, stretching and slicking him up and giving the slightest teasing presses to his prostate. Victor leans his forehead against the glass. He wants to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations, like he always does, but he doesn't want to stop looking at the world that's looking at him, doesn't want to forget for a second that he's on display.

He can't help a little whine when Yuuri's fingers slide wetly out of him, but he's cut off by the sound of Yuuri unzipping his fly. In a few moments more the lubed-up head of his cock is pressing at Victor's entrance.

"Yuuuuri," Victor groans, "please, Yuuri."

"Please what?" Yuuri's finger, still slick with lube, traces a little circle on Victor's hip. He leans forward to press kisses to Victor's spine, each one soft and sweet and completely, cruelly teasing. For all the times he's fucked Victor utterly senseless now he still seems to like to be told every time exactly what it is Victor needs from him.

"Please fuck me," Victor says and his breath mists on the glass and Yuuri is pushing inside him and he is never going to get over how good, how utterly and completely perfect this is. He remembers a year ago in Sochi, how he'd gone back to his room alone and jerked off furiously to the thought of Yuuri's muscular thighs and the outline of his cock in those tight boxer briefs, and now Yuuri's cock is inside him and Yuuri's ring is on his finger and if there's anyone in the world who doesn't know how much Victor wants him, needs him, loves him then he's going to fix that right now.

There's a little patch of moisture on the window now where Victor's face is pressed against it, where his breath condenses and evaporates again in the heat coming off his skin. Yuuri is thrusting into him slowly still, and Victor can feel the fabric of his unbuttoned trousers against his own bare ass. When Yuuri bends to kiss his back again Victor's mind is flooded with the sudden image of them doing this back down at the banquet, of Yuuri ordering him to strip and having him there in front of everyone they know. His cock jerks up against his stomach without even needing to be touched, and he whimpers softly.

"You okay?" Yuuri murmurs gently, stilling his movements. Victor nods against the glass.

"So okay," he says. "The okayest. Don't stop." He turns his head enough to look at Yuuri out of the corner of his eye. "I need you to fuck me hard, Yuuri. How else is everyone going to know how good your cock feels inside me?"

"God, Victor," Yuuri says, ducking his head as his face colours again, but his hips start to move in a firm, faster rhythm, driving in harder every time, and it's everything Victor has been needing ever since Yuuri came down from the podium and promised he would stay. Only a few nights ago Yuuri broke his heart in this exact spot, and now he's mending it up even better than before. Victor's hands press against the window, fingers splayed, his ring surrounded by the golden city lights.

"You feel so good, Victor," Yuuri says, his fingers gripping Victor's hips hard and the hint of a growl in his voice, "so tight around me, it's incredible. And everyone can see how fucking hot you are, how amazing you look when I fuck you. They know it's only me that gets to have you like this, that can make you feel this way."

"Only you," Victor agrees, panting against the window. "Only you, Yuuri. How could it- ahh- how could it ever be anyone else?"

Yuuri doesn't stop fucking him but he lifts one hand from Victor's hip to turn his head around enough to kiss him. The angle is awkward as hell so it's only brief, but it's sweet and loving and the look that Yuuri gives him after is almost worshipful. Victor still has no idea what he possibly could have done to deserve this kind of devotion, and the vast and beautiful weight of it catches in his throat.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Yuuri asks, and Victor can only nod in response, and buck his hips urgently when Yuuri's hand wraps around his cock. He's already so far gone that it only takes a few strokes, a few more firm, hard thrusts from Yuuri inside him, and he's coming all over the window, semen smearing against his stomach and his softening cock and over Yuuri's hand.

"Ohh," he groans, shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm, "oh Yuuri, look at what you made me do."

Yuuri's other hand squeezes his hip hard. "Someone could have seen that, Victor," he says, tone almost like he's scolding. "Someone could have watched me make you come."

"Fuck, I hope so."

Yuuri picks up his pace then. His hand slides upwards through the mess on Victor's belly and he groans, snapping his hips up. Yuuri always takes his time finishing and it's feels so good, getting fucked while his body is still hypersensitive from orgasm, like Yuuri's cock is driving right through him and into his soul. Victor looks down at the street below where people are passing even this late at night and wills one of them to look up, to see past all the media bullshit of the last two decades of his career and see who Victor Nikiforov really is. Who he really belongs to.

"I love you," Yuuri murmurs, and his right hand moves to cover Victor's where it's pressed to the window. Both their rings catch the light at the same time. "I'm close, where do you want-"

"Inside me," Victor says immediately. Yuuri leans forward and Victor can feel his smooth, silk tie drape over his back, and then Yuuri is thrusting jerkily and filling him up, and maybe Victor is seeing stars or maybe it's just the city lights twinkling back at him and watching, watching.

Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov + Yuri Plisetsky, language kink

(Anonymous) 2017-04-09 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Victor isn't the only one who loves to hear Yuuri speak Japanese.

Yuri Plisetsky/Victor Nikiforov, mafia AU and mentorship

(Anonymous) 2017-04-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri/Victor not a required end game.

Victor is a rising star in the Russian mafia and rival factions are vying to align with or assassinate him. Yuri, a young unknown, is sent by his boss to seduce Victor and gain his trust (either to form an alliance or get close enough to assassinate him). It should be easy: Victor is a notorious playboy and Yuri a pretty face.

Except Victor isn't a playboy but an infuriating idiot who is clearly humouring Yuri. He might even genuinely like Yuri (and that feeling is not mutual. at all. nope nope nope.) and starts giving him opportunities to prove his loyalty. He doesn't even seem to mind Yuri's sharp, biting banter.

tl;dr Yuri thought he was signing up for a couple quick fucks with a wannabe mafia boss. Why the hell are there feelings involved?

anyone/anyone, blowjobs

(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
A healthy diet includes swallowing.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky, double team

(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Where Yuuri and Yuri team up against Victor.

The why is up to the author. Maybe Victor is particularly distracting at practice and they want revenge? Maybe he's too good at something random and sparks their competitive streak?

I'd love if Victor is surprised by their alliance.

Gen fills are fine.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - bottom!Victor non-con roleplay

(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Victor loves Yuuri very much which is why he trusts Yuuri to help him roleplay his non-con fantasies about strangers banging him in semi-public places.

Bonus: the scenarios they roleplay are loosely connected to their real lives. Things like:
- drunk!sex at a party
- in the arena locker room after hours
- in the onsen
- in a hotel elevator
- passengers sitting beside each other on an international flight

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - bottom!Victor non-con roleplay

(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
op are you okay with dubcon roleplay where Victor is more willing? I have an idea for the onsen portion of your prompt.

Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - tie and glove sensation play

(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Every time I see Viktor with gloves I ask myself why there isn't more porn involving said gloves. And if we're going there, why not include the ties for some fun sensation play? :D

Maybe as something special Viktor blindfolds Yuuri with a tie and then does all sorts of ~naughty things to him with his gloved hands. Bonus for Viktor being indiscriminate about ruining said gloves (with lube, teeth marks, spit, semen, whatever else your depraved little mind can dream up) because he can just...buy more. Probably with Yuuri in tow so he can get his approval when he tries a new pair on and strokes Yuuri's face to test the softness of the leather. I'M JUST SAYING.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - tie and glove sensation play

(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hooooly shit yes, seconded.

victor nikiforov/yuuri katsuki, teasing, yuuri's excellent ass

(Anonymous) 2017-04-18 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Based on that quote that floated around a while back, about how Yuuri's FS costume is shorter in the back because he knows he's got a good butt:

Yuuri is fully aware that he has a divine ass. He is also fully aware of the effect his ass has on Viktor. Yuuri is not above abusing this power, for various purposes - distraction, winning arguments, and okay, yes, on occasion, sexy things.

Up to potential fillers if Viktor is aware whenever he's being played - basically just want Yuuri having confidence in at least this one physical attribute, and damn near killing Viktor because of it.

Mari Katsuki/Minako Okukawa

(Anonymous) 2017-04-23 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Mari knows she shouldn't, but she can't help resenting Yuuri for getting all the talent in their family and, despite not being the most considerate or least selfish person, drawing people to love and support him wherever he goes, like his ridiculously sweet fiance. Meanwhile, she's resigned herself to finding some random guy to marry and tethering herself forever to a town past its heyday.

Minako is the first person to really understand Mari and make her think that she, too, can see the world.

Young!Victor/Young!Yuuri, shota

(Anonymous) 2017-04-23 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
So I pretty much saw this doujinshi on Tora http://www.toranoana.jp/bl/article/04/0030/51/99/040030519964.html and thought "Oh my God I need more of this"

No painful sex please. I want Yuuri to enjoy it too, but still be confused as to what they're doing. And Victor totally pining for cute Yuuri and abusing the fact that Yuuri idolizes him so much to get what he wants.

Re: Young!Victor/Young!Yuuri, shota

(Anonymous) 2017-04-23 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no words for how much I need this

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Yuri Plisetsky/Other, Victor Nikiforov/Other + Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting

(Anonymous) 2017-04-24 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
alpha!Yuri, omega!Victor, the roles of other up to the author

Yuri and Victor are forced to confront the elephant in the room: baby alpha!Yuri imprinted on Victor completely by accident. Maybe Victor riled him up, Yuri was that serious about Victor becoming HIS coach, whatever. But a couple years later the imprinting is making their lives awkward. Rationally neither of them is interested, but the connection is a nagging presence that's sometimes hard to ignore.

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Other, Victor Nikiforov/Other + Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting

(Anonymous) 2017-04-25 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded so hard

victor nikiforov/yuuri katsuki, rimming

(Anonymous) 2017-04-24 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Rimming was never Viktor's fave thing, but he's always been happy to provide his bed partners with something they asked for. Now he's with Yuuri though, and jesus but he can't think of anything but eating him out until he gets lockjaw and Yuuri's in a puddle on the bed.

Yuuri's never been rimmed before (dealer's choice if he's totally inexperienced, or just not experienced this). He's a little bewildered, but he's not complaining about suddenly spending a lot of time bent over various surfaces with Viktor's tongue in his ass.

Re: victor nikiforov/yuuri katsuki, rimming

(Anonymous) 2017-04-25 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
*whispers* I really love this...

Yuuri/Victor, Many Drunken Meetings

(Anonymous) 2017-04-28 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yuuri and Victor have met and danced (or even "danced") before. The Sochi Olympics. Worlds. It's just that the Sochi Grand Prix was the first time that they both weren't completely plastered and so one of them actually remembered it the next day.

(Christophe despairs.)

Play On, Or Something Like That

(Anonymous) 2017-04-29 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
i.
The hand finds his ankle from underneath the table allotted for empty glasses. When he looks down there is a giggle and a wriggling of fingers around his heel; they make a game of it, sneaking through the channels of the tablecloths to try and steal as many drinks as they can into their little hideout. When they are too silly to stand, his companion --eyes shining with mischief-- pushes his lips to Victor's. When he begins to laugh, Victor shushes him with his own lips. They are the last to leave the banquet hall, fingers woven together until he has to break away for the bathroom. He steps back outside, thus relieved, only to find himself alone.




ii.
They are both drunk, slaked fit to outshine the stars, and neither can seem to quite catch their breath. Well. Victor certainly knows his excuse, what with the stranger wresting it from him every chance he gets. He cradles Victor's head in his legs as Victor touches himself. He's completely bare before his stranger who strokes his hair and touches petal-soft fingers to his lips. It's as if he's starved for the feel of Victor under his hands.


"Again, please," Victor begs. The stranger, with his kind features, doesn't mind. He kisses Victor as requested, all Victor needs to do is ask. He tips his chin to bare his throat to this dream lover of his. A tongue curling on his prickling skin. His shoulders held steady in a gentle grasp. Wine warm in his veins, dusting his breast red with arousal. "More."


Again. Again. It's not nearly enough.




iii.
It really shouldn't surprise him that a skater could be so strong. He's seen Mila's lifts, certainly, and there's a great deal of strength training involved in nearly everyone's basic regimen. But his stranger, his darling stranger, is so sure of his grip. The hands on his hips don't falter, they guide him and spin him and lean him back so that Victor's not convinced it's entirely because of the champagne that the world's gone topsy-turvy around him.


"Hey. Hey." His lovely stranger is slurring and sweet. "Do you....d'ya know how to quickstep?" Victor blinks away the fog of drink. Is that...a euphemism for something?


"....I don't think so," he replies. The stranger puts his lips together like he's trying to hold in a laugh. But it bursts out anyway, sharp and loud and terrible in its contagion.


"Okay. That's fine. Okay." The stranger's breath is warm on his skin. "Jus' do what I do. We're gonna show these nerds how ya really party."




iv.
The world looks ever so slightly smaller from up on top of a podium. And nowhere has it felt more real than from this vantage point on his knees, his charming stranger's heavy cock braced against his cheek. Victor likes the smell and the feel of him. The space between his legs is heat and skin and Victor feels he's half as drunk on this as the banquet's libations. He tries to wink for his companion, but he's too shaken by his own want and both his eyes fall shut as he rests his forehead against the crook of his hip. Even with his eyes closed, he can feel the stranger fumble the bottle to his lips for a swig. It's insane. It's magnificent. He mouths at the root of the stranger's cock. The stranger moans and drinks again, rolling his hips for more, more--


"Ah, give me some, too," Victor tells him. There's some poem about this he thinks he's heard. 'If wine be the music of--' Or was it the other way around? Something like that. He raises his hands to receive his stranger's offering. It's too dark to see. But who needs sight when every other sensation around him is so vivid? The champagne tastes like glittering gold light itself. He coughs and has to set the bottle down.


His companion's hand grips the hair above the nape of his neck, hard. The pull burns his scalp.


"We're not done," his stranger reminds him. Of course. Of course.




v.
Victor's read fairy tales like this. At the grand ball the prince meets an enchanting stranger. They dance through the night -- but as soon as the clock chimes midnight, the dream dissipates. The band continues to play and the revelers dance, but the stranger is gone and with them the-- the something-- the something special.


The magic, Victor thinks, looking sideways from the pillow at his glass slipper. It isn't very romantic, the crumpled paper bag. Inside is an onion bagel with eggs and cheese and yet more onions. Quite a lot of onions. It tastes like his grandmother's house. The coffee beside it has long gone cold since it was deposited. Ah, well. Regardless. It tastes perfectly fine with a packet of sugar. He can spare it, it'll be a victory treat. Of course, it would have been a much nicer breakfast, shared.


His enchanting stranger hadn't even the decency to leave him some parting marks. More's the pity.


Christophe is beside himself to discover he is short a breakfast partner. He whisks Victor away in spite of it to bear witness to his morning coffee. The years are catching up with him: his head's pounding hard enough that he wears his sunglasses to shield himself from the cruel sun. Christophe chuckles, checking his e-mail with composed flicks of his wrist.


"Is the champagne joining us for breakfast, too?" He locks his screen and slips the phone into his breast pocket. Victor stirs his tea. "If I'd known, I'd have ordered coffee for three."


He should say something clever. His skull aches.


"Christophe," he sighs. "I'm....tired." The shop administers sugar in charming little cubes. He's already gone over the limit of what indulgences Yakov will allow, but he releases another into his drink to watch the tea eat away at its edges. "Do you ever feel like that?"


Christophe frowns; whatever troubles him, it doesn't deter him from his coffee.


"Victor, darling. You do this every time." It's not untrue. These parties have a way of sinking their teeth into him, he really shouldn't drink so much. It makes him sentimental. Being sentimental makes him poor company. (The years really are catching up with him.) He keeps stirring idly, the steel clinking against porcelain like a bell although the sugar won't dissolve any further.


"I'm sorry," he agrees. "The next time, then." Less drink, less stewing. "Next time, it will be different."

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Teenage pregnancy, Viktor/OMC

(Anonymous) 2017-04-28 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Viktor had a child when he was teenager, go as young as you dare. (can be a/b/o, can be whatever, I'd prefer it to not be genderswap)

BONUS POINTS: he and the kid have a good relationship.
DOUBLE BONUS POINTS: he was in denial and competed through most of the pregnancy. It was angsty and painful.
ALL THE BONUS POINTS: Yuuri's the first person Viktor admits to how impossibly hard it was and doesn't put up a brave mask for.

Re: Teenage pregnancy, Viktor/OMC

(Anonymous) 2017-04-29 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear god, seconded.

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Yuri Plisetsky/Victor Nikiforov, past Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Hunger Games AU

(Anonymous) 2017-04-28 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri is one of the latest tributes from his district. Victor is his mentor, the "living legend" who not only won his games but survived a Quarter Quell as well. He's become the darling, someone to be envied for his success, and having him as a mentor should give Yuri an edge.

Only Yuri quickly learns the truth: Victor is disillusioned. He's seen too many horrors, mentored too many tributes who fail, and still has nightmares about the death of another district's tribute, Yuuri.

Yuri is determined to win or die trying, whether Victor helps him or not.

Would love anything within the context of this verse.

Victor Nikiforov/Young Victor Nikiforov - Selfcest

(Anonymous) 2017-05-01 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not picky how you choose to justify it happening. I just want Victor fucking his long-haired self.

Yuuri can watch or eventually get in the middle but I'd like the focus to be on the selfcest.

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Young Victor Nikiforov - Selfcest

(Anonymous) 2017-05-01 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god, yes PLEASE YES

Why did I not think of this? Oh well, luckily you did! :)

Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky - Negotiated noncon, ravishment fantasy, size kink

(Anonymous) 2017-05-02 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yuri is really, really hung up on how much bigger Victor is than him. He thinks about how Victor could hold him down with ease and take what he wants, and no matter how much Yuri struggled, he wouldn't be able to get away.

For reasons (that can be just porn logic), they act out the fantasy.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki. Unplanned Pregnancy, Past Dubcon

(Anonymous) 2017-05-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Victor ends up getting more drunk than he was in canon, and on the night of the Sochi banquet, one thing leads to another and he and Yuuri end up sleeping together. Unfortunately, he ends up leaving behind a little "gift" for Yuuri that he doesn't find out about until he comes to Hasetsu after Worlds to coach Yuuri and finds him four months pregnant.

It can be in an A/B/O universe, have a trans man Yuuri, or just be set in a universe where a cis man can be pregnant. It's up to your preference. What I really want is a Victor, who had no idea he was going to be a father, reacting to the fact that he Fucked Up badly that night and trying to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Bonus points if Yuuri somehow knew who the other father was (maybe he remember? Or just got the answer from asking Chris/the other skaters what happened that night) and had absolutely No intention on telling Victor about his pregnancy and it fucks Victor up.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky, dark!Victor, pining

(Anonymous) 2017-05-02 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Before he's ever a man, Yuri decides too early that he has to have Victor. He's pining the years away after the older man and just as he's about to give up on his feelings, Victor takes advantage of him. And Yuri loves and wants Victor so bad he would have never guessed that Victor is incapable of loving anyone else.

Uncommon AUs

(Anonymous) 2017-05-02 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Going to drop these here:

http://parallelanprincess.tumblr.com/post/160233866704/prompts-6-10
http://parallelanprincess.tumblr.com/post/160215674659/prompts-1-5

Prompts for AUs that presumably haven't be done before. What do you guys think?

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky - a/b/o OT3 negotiation with beta!Victor

(Anonymous) 2017-05-04 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor is a beta who dedicated himself to skating because he thought that was all there was for him. Yuuri, an alpha, changed that. They're both committed to the relationship and making it work, even if it's unconventional.

Victor isn't blind though. He sees the UST developing between Yuuri and Yuri even as they remain oblivious to it. Victor isn't surprised when Yuri presents as an omega, and encourages Yuuri and Yuri to mate.

In their own ways, Yuuri and Yuri do their best to keep Victor actively involved in the mating.

Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov, time travel soulmate virginity loss

(Anonymous) 2017-05-05 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
With all the weird time travel and soulmate fics in this fandom, I want one where your 15ish year-old self switches with your older self for a day after you've met your soulmate as an adult. They don't really remember it as more than a dream, but it happens.

Most people just make it nice and happy.

Yuuri and Victor take the opportunity to take each others' virginities.

Yuri Plisetsky/Anyone - humiliation

(Anonymous) 2017-05-05 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspired by FFA. Yuri can be humiliated or do the humiliating.

Otabek Altin/Jean-Jacques Leroy - Mpreg/Abortion

(Anonymous) 2017-05-06 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
I want JJ to knock up Otabek and Otabek decides to terminate the pregnancy. I do not want A/B/O, genderswap, or trans!Otabek.

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