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Prompt Post 1

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-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
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky

Ao3 collection:

Yurio x Yurio's cat (gen, crack or shipping is fine)

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Because ~things, Yurio's cat turns into human. How would Yurio and the gang deals with it?

Team Cat and Team Dog

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki and Seung-gil Lee are Team Dog. Yurio Plisetsky and Christophe Giacommetti are Team Cat.

What are the Team Dog/Team Cat meetings like? Do the skaters try to win over members of the opposite team by introducing them to their beloved pets/sending them hundreds of cute kitty/puppy pics?

Can be either gen or shippy (with the ship up to the filler!)

Yuri P/Lilia Baranovskaya

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
She's a cougar. He likes cats.

(A gen fill is perfectly fine, though)

Re: Yuri P/Lilia Baranovskaya

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"That's right, lift your arm higher," she instructs and she can't deny he's worth it: being faced with Yakov's pinched face, his bad teeth, and his constipated personality on a daily basis.

"Beautiful, now on to the bar!" she says, and he's learned the entire series of stretches already. He executes with fluidity, grace, determination, precision. He's the kind of student whose work ethic deserves yours.

She's learned things about him along the way: he's being raised by his grandpa, who is his only surviving relative; he was deeply hurt when Viktor left, and like most too young to know better acted out against the one that took him away. He dropped out of high school after grade eight, and he burned all his bridges--it is skating or bust now, and with his temperament, she's not too sure she wants to know what bust would look like. Just like he quit high school, she retires early from her job at the Bolshoi. All her colleagues think she is crazy. She tells them she's finally found a student worth teaching.

It doesn't make her protective. Liliya never wanted children, and she wasn't about to adopt any now, so she doesn't mother him, she respects him. Yuri calls her with her full name and he uses the second person plural to address her, so she thinks that he respects her, too.

She watches him breathe exactly right with his stretches, iron focus on his body. He's at the stage where he feels it, now: he self-corrects before she does. He's only fifteen, and he is already past discipline--he is in flow. He's past being a champion, or a medalist--he's art, and she hopes she'll be around to watch him grow.

After practice, they sometimes go to hers to eat. She's got the grandfather's number so she texts him with a pick-up time, and pictures him put on his thick-framed glasses at peer at his old-style Nokia, busted god knows how many years ago and currently held together with one of Yuri's hairbands. She knows he's glad she keeps Yuri out of trouble, and that he may never tell her, but any meal she feeds him helps. She's scolded Yakov into securing another sponsorship, and anything past that, she provides herself--track shoes, socks, ointment for his feet. She's a dancer; she understands what it took to get those calluses.

He turns sixteen and he enters the European Championship. Victor and his husband come to watch him perform. In spite of that, he gets silver. Victor hugs him, after, and her throat burns together with his.

He's not supposed to, but he's snuck booze from somewhere that night. He knocks at her hotel room door at ten thirty, drunk and in tears. "Please, Liliya Baranovskaya, I can't-- I can't watch it anymore, please, anything," and throws himself in her arms. She holds him and remembers--not only how deep a first love can go, but also how people love when they've got nothing to lose. She wants to tell him that it will be OK; that one day he'll move past Victor and find someone of his own, but she can't. It's not true, and she'd never lie to him. Oh, he'll find someone, allright--she's not naive, she knows he would have found someone tonight if he'd cared to--but whoever he is, Victor's shadow will be always between them.

She holds him and she pets his hair while he cries himself to sleep, then she puts him to bed and sleeps in the chair.


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(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
Outsider pov to Victor/Yuuri. Any outsider, but super bonus points if it's a fellow skater.

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm. This probably isn't what you were looking for, so I'm sorry! Also sorry for the vague skating moves.


Kenjirou watches Victor guide Yuri, hand on his waist, arm stretched out, their fingers entangled. They circle the rink casting shadowed glances at each other, faces so close they could almost kiss.

Kenjirou blushes, his heart quickening its pace. He remembers long fingers brushing against Yuuri's lips; a gentle embrace that made his face flame.

He pictures himself on the rink, his hand in Yuuri's, their bodies almost melding, hips curving against his ass.

Side-by-side, Yuuri and Victor jump, spinning like twin stars in the air. They descend and join again, two points always meeting.

Kenjirou moves with them, wrapping his arms around his waist, as Yuuri and Victor skate in tandem, legs outstretched, hand on hip.

Kenjirou reaches for Yuuri, Victor holding him close; his fingers run across Yuuri's face and Yuuri reaches upwards --

Kenjirou looks away. His stomach aches. His hands fall to his sides.

His body aches with the need for Yuuri to see him, to truly see him, but his heart hurts and his lips are dry.

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Viktor/Yuuri, Viktor/Yuri, Yuuri/Yuri - petplay

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri is Viktor and Yuuri's cute little kitten. They love to spoil him; he wears a collar made of the finest velvet money can buy, gets a bowl of cream every night at supper-time and if he's really good, he's even allowed on the bed.

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm yesss

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Yuuri/Victor - Rimming/Eating out

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri has been performing well recently, winning lots of competitions etc., so Victor lets him eat katsudon. And by katsudon, he means himself.

Bonus points for praise!kink and a very enthusiastic Yuuri - so eager to meet Victor's high standards.
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Re: Yuuri/Victor - Rimming/Eating out

[personal profile] pickleddeath 2017-10-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
lol this is a year old but here i go.
Victor started his coaching of Yuuri with positive reinforcement. It was a basic move and with hindsight it wasn't nearly as effective at motivating Yuuri as his own expectations were. But, the game itself never ended.

Victor knew that Yuuri liked katsudon, but also now knows that Yuuri has a lot of self control and can stop eating katsudon bowls if he has the motivation to do so. Rising to Victor's expectations and his own goals is enough these days. But, it's still fun to put a reward at the end of the line.

"I'm still not completely sure how this is a reward for me and not for you," Yuuri said.

Victor couldn't see Yuuri's face from the way he was lying, but could hear the smirk in his tone of voice.

"Yuuri, don't pretend that my ass hasn't been your holy grail since you hit puberty," Victor said, teasing as well as he could with his face half pressed into the pillow.

Yuuri snorted and flexed his fingers where they were gripping and spreading Victor's ass. Victor didn't smother the gasp that escaped at the feeling of being spread.

"And," Victor added, "I also worked hard to get you here. Being a coach is hard ~" Victor whined, putting on the sugar thick.

That tempted a chuckle from Yuuri. The sound made a curl of heat in Victor's gut.

"That's true. Thank you for your hard work, coach. Itadakimasu ~"

Yuuri spread Victor wide and leaned in to swipe the flat of his tongue over Victor's ass. Victor gasped, the feeling a shock.

Victor was old enough that he had let go of most of his hang ups in bed, but rimming still felt so taboo and dirty that most of the pleasure he got from it was the thrill of feeling like he was doing something truly filthy with someone else.

Yuuri ran his tongue from the back of Victor's balls to the top of his ass crack over and over again before focusing in on Victor's asshole. Victor tightened up at the stiff licks until he was able to relax into the feeling.

Leaning back for a moment, Yuuri blew air over Victor's slick ass, sending a shiver up the other man's spine.

Victor knew his breath was coming fast and his face was flushed. He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder.

"Is it better than katsudon?" Victor asked cheekily.

Yuuri chuckled again and the feeling of success shimmered briefly inside Victor. "Mmm, I'm not sure. Let me take another bite."

When Yuuri leaned back in, he tongued hard at Victor's asshole and this time he yielded quickly and Yuuri's tongue slipped inside.

"Блядь," Victor cursed in Russian into his pillow.

His cock was full between his legs and he felt close just from the build up, but didn't want to touch himself. He was far too young to come after only a few minutes of rimming.

Yuuri was pressing his tongue deep into Victor and flicking the tip. He swirled his tongue, he licked and twisted in sinful ways until Victor (who almost never hid his voice during sex) pressed his face into his pillow to smother his noises.

Pulling away with a wet smack after a few minutes, Victor could feel Yuuri surveying him. Victor raised his face from the pillow and could feel a trail of spit connecting his face to the pillow.

"You really like this," Yuuri said, sounding a little out of breath. "I'm pretty sure this is your reward."

"Yuuri," Victor breathed, turning to look over his shoulder. He could tell from the darkening of Yuuri's eyes that he must look a mess.

"You're close, huh?" Yuuri asked, his voice deeper than before in a delectable way. He leaned forward and slipped a hand between Victor's legs to wrap a hand firmly around his dick.

Victor let out a strangled cry and pressed his face into his pillow. He went face first into his own spit puddle, but he couldn't possibly be fucked to care.

"I love you, Victor," Yuuri breathed against Victor's asshole just before pressing his tongue deep into Victor's ass in one smooth move.

Victor keened, but luckily for their neighbors most of his cry was muffled by the pillow.

Yuuri gathered the precum gathered at the tip of Victor's dick in his palm and used it to slick Victor's dick. Victor curled his toes, trying to tense against his own quickly coming orgasm.

Victor curled his head forward, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yuuri! Yuuri, please!"

Yuuri's only response was to press the edges of his teeth to Victor's swollen rim and press a sucking kiss to his asshole.

"Ahh!" Victor cried out, his orgasm finally overwhelming him. He lost control of his limbs for a moment, his legs squeezing shut and trembling, his stomach tensing and his arms collapsing him onto the mattress.

Yuuri crawled up onto Victor's body as he came down from his high. He draped his body over Victor's snuggling in close even while he smeared Victor's cum from his hand onto Victor's thigh.

"You're so mean," Victor muttered at the unpleasant feeling of his own cum on his skin.

"I just ate you out for a solid 15 minutes," Yuuri muttered back. "I think I'm pretty nice."

Victor smiled and snuggled into Yuuri's chest. "It was wonderful. I hope you liked your reward."

Yuuri snorted again.

"I did," he replied. "I hope that you don't mind if I take advantage of your loose ass to fuck you senseless tonight."

Victor was still exhausted, but Yuuri talking dirty into his ear like that never failed to get a rise out of him.

"I'm not a young man anymore, Yuuri," Victor pouted.

"Not that old," Yuuri replied with a smile, pressing his erection against Victor's side.

Victor smiled. He liked this game. He hoped they could keep it up for a long time.

Victor/Various Old Men, Victor/Yakov, non-con, underage

(Anonymous) 2016-11-07 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The much overused hentai scenario of the nubile young thing being gangbanged by their superiors/sponsors starring a 16 yo Victor with long hair, please.

Re: Victor/Various Old Men, Victor/Yakov, non-con, underage

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Oh god I want to read this.

Multiple/Victor, Yakov/Victor, underage, non-con, fill

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Viktor/Yuuri, vore

(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yuuri really wants to become tasty katsudon for Viktor.


(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Since they were both top ballerinas, they might have met when they were younger! I'd love to see something shippy for them, whether in the past or present (at the inevitable Yuuri/Yuri faceoff?).

Re: Lilia/Minako

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Seconding this request! :D

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unrequited Yuri P/Viktor

(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
I have simple needs, my friends. Yuri P is a confused and shouty 15 year old boy, especially once he realises he has a massive crush on Viktor.


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(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The spirit of the town statue tentacles the heck out of Yuuri and Victor and forces them to fuck each other.

Mob/Yuri P, noncon/dubcon

(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri gets nabbed by a few crazed fans who want to deflower him/mafia goons who want to either sell him off or extort money from him/some rando who thinks he looks like his dead wife/whatever.

(Anonymous) 2016-12-19 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a fill, but, potential inspo for someone wanting to write a fill:

How do you feel about bondage/restraints, OP?

Minami|Yuri - Minami-senpai

(Anonymous) 2016-11-09 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
So, much to everyone's disbelief, Yuri's the baby of the show and Minami's actually older than him by two whole years. One day Minami catches up on this fact and can't move on. Maybe they have had a huge Yuuri-related row and someone pointed out that Minami's supposed to be the bigger person here. Maybe he's just got that impression of Yuri being a sad prodigy driven to his limits all the time by a tyrannical coach from their junior days and was terrified to learn how young he actually is. The bottom line is, Minami now earnestly wants to just take Yuri under his wing like a good senpai should. Hilarity/warm fuzzies/shipping are all acceptable outcomes!

Re: Minami|Yuri - Minami-senpai

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Aww yes please

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Victor/Yuuri/Christophe - Mature Eros

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Victor and Christophe try to give Yuuri a lesson about mature Eros, and Yuuri surpasses both of them.

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aw yissssssss


(Anonymous) 2016-11-10 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Gay chicken.

Victor/Yuuri - Masturbation

(Anonymous) 2016-11-10 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor masturbates while watching Yuuri skate Eros.

Re: Victor/Yuuri - Masturbation

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here you go, super quick fill


Yuuri glides across the ice, swaying to the music that only the two of them can hear. It's something past three in the morning -- Victor thanks the Nishigori family for just handing them the keys to the Ice Castle -- and Yuuri is dancing for Victor. There's no preamble behind this, no pretense, just Yuuri. Clad in his pyjamas, glasses set aside, hair mussed with sleep. Out there dancing to seduce him.

And it works.

Victor bites his lip, pressing his front against the rink boards. His body throbs as Yuuri shakes his hips, twists and bends out of reach each time. He skates up to Victor, eyes twinkling, and then skates away to continue his program. Somehow, it's even sexier than when Yuuri is putting on a show of it, wearing Victor's old costume. There's something undeniably arousing about the way the costume clings to Yuuri's body, but this is just erotic. Be it may be because of the time, or the way they are doing it. Yuuri didn't even mind being pulled out of the bed for an impromptu visit to the ice.

And Victor cannot even control himself.

He grinds himself, almost shamelessly, against the wall as he leans forward to watch Yuuri. His heart is in his mouth as Yuuri jumps again and again, trying to nail that quad Salchow. He has been getting better at landing it perfectly lately, so it's not long before that he does this time as well. Victor suppresses a groan and sneaks a hand down, cupping himself.

Yuuri flashes him a smile and resumes the program, whereas Victor quietly unzips his pants and lowers his tight underwear. (Why did he get dressed for this?) He's already wet at the tip and the first touch makes him shudder. He spreads the fluid beading there to coat his hand and starts moving his hand.

Yuuri skates closer this time, noticing Victor's posture, and then his lips widen in a pleased smile. His cheeks tinge with pink as he brings the program closer to Victor. Hands almost reaching him, but not quite, as Victor brings himself off. His pace is frantic, almost in sync with Yuuri's performance, handing moving over his cock in short, quick successions.

This close, Victor can feel Yuuri's body heat, his scent and the touch of his skin as he purposely comes into contact with Victor, grasping his chin or running his hand down Victor's arm. Victor chokes back a moan, throws his head back and feels his hips stutter. Yuuri moves away to execute the spins -- it's a miracle that he can continue the program given what Victor is doing, but this is Yuuri's Eros.

His rhythm falters just as Yuuri's spins come to an end, and Victor's mind almost whiteouts with pleasure as Yuuri returns to his side. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft whine, and then Yuuri's arm closes over his shoulder, pulling him into a heated embrace.

"Come for me, Victor."

Victor buries his face into Yuuri's damp neck, inhaling the clean scent of his sweat, shudders and comes right into his hand, feeling overheated with the waves of his orgasm coupled with Yuuri's exertion. It's one of the best he's ever had and it took barely a few minutes.

He lets Yuuri's warm, pleased chuckles wash over him as he grips Yuuri's shirt, breathing hard together, and makes his peace with the fact that he really cannot ever quite predict Katsuki Yuuri.

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(Anonymous) 2016-11-11 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Double penetration.

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...any preferences on who's on the receiving end?

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Yuri x Yurio

(Anonymous) 2016-11-11 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
After Yuri retires he becomes Yurio's coach.
What happens then? Will he try Victor's method? :D

Victor x Possessive!Yuri

(Anonymous) 2016-11-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
completely inspired by ep 6:
Despite Yuri's normally mild personality, Victor occasionally notices a possessive streak in Yuri on the ice rink, and off of it--especially off the rink.
This side of Yuri turns Victor on more than he expected.
Preferrably in Victor's POV :')

Phichit/Guang-hong - trading nudes

(Anonymous) 2016-11-15 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
What it says on the tin, pretty much.

Re: Phichit/Guang-hong - trading nudes

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It was already a perfect day of a perfect vacation when Phichit saw that he had a message from Guang-hong. Even better! He ducked into the bathroom. It was probably innocent, but it could be something not meant for his hosts eyes. Even if Yuuri's mom had said that little Chinese skater was cute. Once he had privacy, he opened it and pressed a hand to his mouth to cover his gasp.

"I fell so much today. 囧
Someone should take care of me!"

The picture showed a very banged-up Guang-hong, sitting splay-legged on a locker room bench and wearing nothing but his skates and a pretty, pleading expression that was only enhanced by the bruise on his cheek. It was a great picture. Anyone would want to take him home and comfort him, kiss down that line of bruises from his ribs to his thigh and tell him how brave he was.

"Poor Guang-hong," he texted back, "I know just what you need...."

Luckily for him, it was a slow day at the hot springs. He had a pool all to himself, so he didn't feel too bad breaking the rules just this once. He stripped down and settled into the hot water, sighing happily. It would be nice if Guang-hong were really here. Maybe some time they could both visit together - his home rink was Harbin, that wasn't so far.

Once Phichit had soaked enough, he deemed, to give him that perfect, hot-spring look, he leaned onto the edge and took his phone in one hand, his cock in the other. He looked at poor, lovely Guang-hong, so in need of his tender loving care. If he were here, Phichit would help him take his skates off and get into the hot spring - very carefully, supporting him all the way. His hips were so bruised, Phichit would let him sit on his lap so he'd be comfortable. It would feel so nice, rubbing against each other in the smooth, wet heat, but they'd have to be careful not to come in the water. They'd have to hold back until they had a chance to make love in the shower or in bed.

He propped his phone up carefully, set the timer, and knealt up on a rock, leaving just his knees in the water. He scooped up a handful of water to pour down his chest. If he got it right, it would sparkle. He gave the camera a coy, inviting look as he poured. From the sound of the pictures, he thought he'd timed it right, but he'd have to check. Eagerly, he glided over to the bank where his phone sat. Perfect! The cascade of water sparked in the evening light, along with beautiful, crystalline droplets on his eyelashes, his collarbones, his cock.

"Wish you were here. I'd take such good care of you," he sent along with the photo.

Once he was out of the bath and dressed, he sent some other pictures of how he'd take care of Guang-hong- with a big bowl of katsudon and a pretty tree with a bench where they could watch the sunset together. Guang-hong went out for dinner to a little Korean restaurant near his rink. Phichit was pretty sure that since they'd been home for training he'd received pictures of Guang-hong with every menu item from that place, but he didn't mind a few more. It always looked so tasty, and so did Guang-hong.

When he'd finally gone to bed, he lay on his back, thinking. Finally, inspiration struck. He slid his pajama pants just low enough on his hips to pull out his cock and balls, tucking the elastic waistband under them. He rucked his shirt up and pinched his nipples until they were nice and hard. His cock had started to rise by then - not all the way, and he tried to keep his composure enough to keep it that way. It would make a sexy picture like that. He held the phone above him and studied the picture on the screen. Hmm, not bad. He slid one knee up and tucked his free hand behind his head. Better, but it still needed a little something. He pulled his hand out from under his head and tapped his lip. Now, what would really set this selfie on fire?

Aha! He picked up the hem of his shirt and brought it to his mouth, holding it in place with his teeth, and looked up at the camera with an innocently seductive glance. Just right! He held the camera in both hands like an amateur - his arms framed the photo and gave it a nice sense of dimension, but it also gave an impression that he was so innocent and inexperienced with this, he barely knew how to take a selfie, let alone a naughty one.

"Is this how I should do it, Guang-hong?"

A few minutes later, he got back, "Just like that. Look what you did to me."

Phichit knew he was in for one of Guang-hong's patented extra-slutty shots and he was not disappointed. The photo was artfully vulgar, centered between Guang-hong's spread legs. Trails where precome had dripped, untouched, shone in wavering lines down his cock and balls. A big, pearly bead had welled up at the tip again, ready to fall. Both his hands were on his ass, gripping symmetrical handfuls of his cheeks and spreading himself so Phichit would have a clear view of his hole. He'd put several inches of the selfie stick in himself to hold the phone where he wanted it.

"Put it on video and pinch your nipples until you come," he typed, one handed. "I know you can."

He stroked himself while he waited for Guang-hong's reply. Phichit knew he would be trying and was sure it wouldn't take long. Guang-hong looked so hot for him already.

He was right. The next reply had no text, just an overhead view of Guang-hong pouting up at him. His nipples and hole were red and tender looking. The trail of come on his chest and belly shone, a gleaming trail back to his soft, spent cock, looking so sweet and pretty. Still bruised up from training, he looked even more ill-treated.

It didn't take Phichit long to finish too, looking at that. He sent Guang-hong a picture of himself licking the come off his fingers.

Viktor/Yuuri, possessive exhibitionism

(Anonymous) 2016-11-18 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Viktor is something of an exhibitionist (in damn near everything he does). Yuuri is not.

Yuuri does, however, have a bit of a thing for showing everyone just who, exactly, is the subject of Viktor's affections. After all, he's the Seductress who beat out all others to lure in the Playboy. What's not to get off on there?

tl;dr: Viktor likes being watched/the risk getting caught. Yuuri likes people to know that he alone has/is Viktor's ~eros~. It works for them.

Only No-Goes: non/dub-con, underage, piss/scat/blood.

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hello! i hope youre ok with trans viktor using sie/sier pronouns because that sure is how i wrote it.

Yuuri comes off the ice with a fire in his eyes. When his scores are announced, his hand is clasped tight around Viktor's waist, pressed side to side with his coach and lover. Viktor remembers the times sie's placed sier hand on Yuuri's lower back only to be swatted away, and isn't sure whether to be huffy or happy.

As Viktor had thought watching the program, Yuuri did well. Well enough to make pride swell in sier chest, blossoming into a grin across sier face. Sie wants to kiss him right there, but knows he's still nervous about pda.

"We're on TV!" he'd said last time "My parents could be watching!"

"Let them watch, it's only a kiss," Viktor had thought, but had said nothing.

So it's to sier surprise when Yuuri takes sier hand as they step off the bench, ignoring the cameras flashing and the next skater starting their routine, to pull Viktor out of the stands and into the hallways surrounding it.

"What's got you in a hurry?" Viktor asks, hoping it's something good.

Yuuri turns around so quickly that Viktor almost walks into him, and then says, eyes alight with more than determination, "I want you,"

Viktor can feel sierself flush with how bold he's being. "Right here?" sie asks, knowing sie's pushing sier luck.

"Yeah," Yuuri replies. The hallway they're in is deserted, but they can hear the cheers for the next skater, not even so distant. The sounds of other people walking by.

"Someone could see us," viktor says, as Yuuri pushes sier against the wall.

"So let them," Yuuri replies, pulling Viktor's tie until sie leans down for a kiss. "I want the whole world to know that you're mine." A shiver runs down Viktor's spine at the fierceness with which he says it.

Yuuri kisses sier harsh and passionate, as much teeth as tongue. It's all sie can do to keep up, hands coming up to curl around his shoulders.

One of his hands slides into sier jacket, rests on sier waist. Sie can feel his hips press insistently against sier own. starts wondering how far he's going to take this.

He leans away from the kiss only to start biting down sier neck.

"I mark up easy," Sie warns, as he begins sucking a hickey into the skin below sier ear.

"Good," Yuuri replies. Viktor isn't sure what's gotten into him, but sie's not complaining. Sie's painfully aware that someone could walk by at any moment and see them, aware of each set of footsteps that come close.

Come close, and then closer, and then suddenly, Viktor is making eye contact with Chris, Yuuri's mouth still at sier neck, hand creeping closer to sier ass.

"Chris," sie says, and it comes out a lot more breathy than sie had intended. He raises an eyebrow. Yuuri looks up at him. No, glares up at him, fierce and possessive.

"I see I'm interrupting something," he says, and Viktor wants to think sie's imagining that the sudden distance in his voice is hiding heartbreak, but sie knows him better than that by now.

"You are," Yuuri agrees, voice outright icy.

"You should consider a change of locations," Chris replies, and keeps walking.

Viktor wants to say something to him, but Yuuri is back on sier before sie can think of the words. All at once, the thrill of having been caught catches up to sier, and sie doesn't quite bite back a moan. Knows that Chris can still hear sier, knows that Yuuri knows he can still hear them.

Sie thinks sie should feel guilty for having shown Chris something he didn't want to see, but all sie's thinking about now is how much sie wants Yuuri to touch sier properly, how the press of his hips against siers suddenly isn't enough.

"Yuuri," sie moans again.

"Yes?" Yuuri replies, pulling back just enough to make eye contact.

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Victor + Christophe - Sleep

(Anonymous) 2016-11-18 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
During one of Christophe's first cups, Victor invites Christophe to sleep with him.

Christophe accepts very enthusiastically, but turns out Victor sleeps better when he isn't alone and all he does is sleep.

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He felt his pulse leap. Chris turned towards the voice, although he already knew who it was; there was no mistaking Victor, after all. Victor was standing in the middle of the hotel's lobby with pile of suitcases and a vaguely familiar boy – Chris was pretty sure he was also a skater from Russia, but didn't know his name – and moving his hand in a wide arc above his head. As soon as Chris met his eyes, before he could wave back or anything, Victor shot him a smile and abandoned his companion to rush over to Chris at the elevators.

"Chris!" he exclaimed again, his face bright. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," said Chris, feeling himself flush, wondering what exactly he'd done to earn Victor's enthusiastic attention. Not that he was unhappy with it, but they'd had that little exchange at the European Championship last year, a longer but still unfortunately limited conversation at World's, and after the summer, now was the first time they'd met this season. He told himself not to waste this chance. "Ready to skate. How are you?"

"Ready to win," Victor said with a laugh. He moved closer, bumped against Chris's shoulder. "Hey, Chris, I have a favor to ask."

"What? I mean – what is it?"

The elevator that he'd been waiting for finally arrived with a little ding. He looked at it, then glanced at Victor, who nodded and followed him in. They had it to themselves, all of its mirrored walls and soft lighting. Chris hit the button for his floor and turned to find Victor giving him a look. Something about his expression – perhaps the gentle tilt of his smile, or the way his eyelids had sank a fraction – made his blush deepen. Victor was incredibly pretty even without that look; Chris could have stared at him all day.

"Sleep with me," Victor blurted.

"Um." Chris could feel the heat in his cheeks. "Okay!" It was a bit sudden, but there was no way in hell he was going to turn down an offer like that.

Victor clasped his hands together, and then a moment later Chris's vision was covered with silvery hair as Victor hugged him. Chris hugged him back on reflex, throwing his arms across Victor's upper back. Victor's grip was so tight that it was almost painful. "Thank you! I don't know most of the skaters here, and Georgi already said no and anyway he talks too much about that girl he likes, and anyway, you're the cutest of them. My room or yours? Oh, wait, let's do yours, Yakov is still checking us in. What's your room number?" Victor asked, suddenly shoving Chris back just enough for them to look at each other.

"1402," he said. The elevator came to a shuddery halt.

"Okay, I'll come by tonight, then." He gave Chris another grin and a final squeeze to his shoulders as the doors opened, before letting him go.

"See you," Chris said, stepping out into the hallway and raising a hand to wave at Victor. Victor waved back, and then the doors closed and he was left alone. Feeling dazed, he found his room, let himself in, and flopped back on the bed.

He had been hoping to have a real conversation with Victor this time, one that didn't get cut short. Maybe, if he was being optimistic, some making out in a bathroom or something after they skated. Getting propositioned by him before the competition had even started was like something out of a fantasy.

He tried not to let it distract him too much for the rest of the afternoon and evening, but the thoughts kept coming back: Victor wants to sleep with me. Victor is coming to my room tonight. Victor thinks I'm cute. By the time he got back to his room after dinner, it was hard to think of anything else as his excitement (and just a touch of nerves) bubbled up. It wasn't until he stepped into the room and checked the clock that he remembered that Victor had never actually said when he was coming over, and they didn't have each other's numbers.

Looking for something to do, he nudged his shoes out of the way from where he had kicked them off and busied himself for a bit with unpacking, but that didn't take too long. He brushed his teeth, and then, with nothing else to occupy himself, spent several minutes in front of the mirror attempting to mess with his appearance. His blond curls were happy to lay where they were, however, and as much as he poked at his round cheeks, the baby fat refused to melt off.

He couldn't help but frown for a moment. Between his hair and his childish face, he was the perfect image of some Heidi-like child playing with flowers in a Swiss meadow. The songs for both of his programs this season were light and innocent, which didn't help, though staring at the mirror like this it was hard to imagine himself skating to anything more interesting.

Oh, well. He ran his fingers through the curls one more time and watched them fall back into place, fluffy and neat. He was going to grow up properly someday, and anyway, it was the present him that Victor expressed interest in, not his (surely handsome) future self.

Chris wandered back to his bed and grabbed the book from the bedside table. It was something he had picked up a while ago mostly to practice his English, promptly forgotten about, and then tossed into his bag on a whim to have something to do on his flight if he couldn't sleep. It wasn't particularly interesting so far, but it would be easier to throw aside than his laptop when Victor got here.

The book became a little better as it went on, and Chris was actually absorbed in it when a loud knock made him jump. He scrambled from the bed and raced to the door, then paused to run a hand over his hair once more before opening it. "Hi, Victor."

"Hello!" Victor bounced in, carrying a small backpack. Despite the late hour, he seemed almost as energetic as he had been earlier. Chris made sure the door was locked properly as Victor pulled off his shoes. "Since it's so late, I'm just going to get ready for bed, okay?"

"Okay." Victor disappeared into the bathroom, and Chris wondered if he should change out of his day clothes. On the one hand, he liked the idea of Victor undoing all his buttons and stripping him down; on the other hand, it would be easier to go to sleep if he already had on his night clothes, and they would be faster to get out of if need be, too.

Once he had changed, he sat on the edge of the bed with just one lamp on, waiting, but when Victor didn't emerge after several minutes, boredom took over and he picked up his book again. The room was chilly, too, even after he had adjusted the thermostat earlier, so he slid his legs under the covers. He wasn't sure how long Victor took, but Chris was several pages into the next chapter when he finally came out.

Victor dropped his backpack against the wall with a yawn. It was strange to see him like this: not in one of his beautiful skating costumes, or dolled up in a suit or nice button-up, but in normal sleeping clothes, shivering and tucking one arm against himself as he fussed with the thermostat. Chris had to watch this Victor, pretty but not ethereal, as he walked around and slid into the other side of the bed without a word.

Chris hastened to put the book aside and turn the lamp off, then slid down under the comforter, heart suddenly pounding. He didn't have a lot of experience with this kind of thing yet, and what he did have hadn't taken place in a bed, or in such a pleasantly quiet, dark room. But after a whole afternoon of thinking about it, imagining what they might do (his hands in Victor's hair, Victor's mouth against his neck, their chests pressed together, Victor's arms around his waist) he was eager to get started.

Victor made a kind of grabby motion with one hand above the covers. Chris obliged and slid closer until Victor could pull him in. He held his breath for a moment, expecting a kiss, or at least a hand sliding along his cheek. Instead, he found himself shoved down as Victor pulled himself up a bit, until his head was tucked under Victor's chin. Victor sighed and dragged them even closer, winding one hand under Chris's neck and the other over his back.

Chris blinked, moving his head slightly when his eyelashes brushed against Victor's skin. Did he want to cuddle first? Hopefully not for too long; Chris's arms had gotten folded into uncomfortable angles, and his hip was in just the wrong position to dig into the mattress.

"Thanks," Victor said, snuggling into his hair. That felt good, at least. "I was so glad to see you here!"

"Yeah?" he asked. His heartrate, which had dropped with his confusion, was sent rocketing up again. (Maybe he should just go ahead and kiss Victor already. The problem was getting them at the right angle for it again, given that Victor's cheek was currently making a mess of his curls.)

"I knew you'd agree, and I really can't sleep alone anymore, it's awful. Yakov keeps yelling at me for sleeping in to the last moment, but if I can't fall asleep in the first place, it's not my fault. Well, even back when I could, I kept staying up late, but still."

Wait. Wait. "Anymore?" Chris prompted.

"Hm? Oh, ever since I adopted Makkachin! She's such a sweet dog, and she always sleeps with me at night. I got so used to it that when I travel I miss her too much."

Chris dropped his head until it hit Victor's collar, feeling like an idiot. 'Sleep with me!' He had meant it literally? "She sounds like a good dog," he said, muffled against Victor's t-shirt, and that got him prattling on about Makkachin for a few minutes. Chris tuned him out while he replayed the elevator conversation in his head a couple of times and tried to push down the wave of disappointment flooding over him. So Victor hadn't be interested in him when he called him cute?

At least, he tried to tell himself, he got to sleep with Victor, if not sleep with him – maybe it could still become more, later. "Do you have any pets, Chris?" Victor asked suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Oh, not right now. I'd like to get a cat someday."

"A cat?" Victor sounded disappointed. A moment later, he added, "I guess a cat would suit you."

"What's wrong with a cat?"

"There's nothing wrong with them," Victor said, and the way he said it was so delicate and put-upon that Chris couldn't help but laugh. He could feel Victor's chest shaking with quiet laughter of his own against his arms.

After that, they fell into a cozy quiet. Chris rearranged himself, shifting his legs until they tangled with Victor's, folding his lower arm against his stomach and throwing his free arm over Victor's waist, tucking his head against Victor's neck. Victor made a pleased hum, and it wasn't long until his breathing had gone slow and deep.

Well, this wasn't the exciting evening he'd been expecting, but it was – nice, more so than he had thought a few minutes ago, now that his limbs were arranged comfortably. Victor was warm, and the sound of his breath was soothing; Chris found himself matching its pace without realizing it. Doing that, his mind went quiet, and he let himself follow Victor into sleep.

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Victor/YuriK, vore

(Anonymous) 2016-11-18 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor loves katsudon. He also loves Yuri. Why not get the best of both world? Hannibal inspired, with Victor literally eating Yuri and Yuri loving it.

Re: Victor/YuriK, vore

(Anonymous) 2016-11-19 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
Will he make him into katsudon first?

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Yurio/Yuri, seduction

(Anonymous) 2016-11-19 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
Yurio shows Yuri what eros really means. With his dick.

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