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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}

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Aw, OP! *hugs you tight* Thank you again for such a great prompt! I am so so happy to hear you enjoyed it! The dog comparison and the tie pulling and Yuri understanding what Viktor was saying were all literally some of my favorite details to include in the fic, so you have no idea how delightful it is to me that you noticed them! Thank you again so much!! ♥♥♥!

Not OP, but pls, go ahead!

(i'm not the onsen person!)

“You can—you can take my money. My wallet’s in my bag.”

He stepped closer with a dark confidence. Viktor stumbled back, “We both know I don’t want your money, Nikiforov. Be a good boy and stay still.”

Viktor made an uncertain noise and bolted in the adjacent direction, shirt be damned. His attacked was faster, slamming into him with force and pinning him belly-down the floor. Viktor thrashed. He held his wrist against the small of his back, and curved it. Painfully, unnaturally, threateningly. Viktor stilled.

“Not just a pretty face, are you?” His bone remained at that angle, almost creaking. Viktor’s body didn’t respond to his frantic pleas to just move . He felt smooth silk slip around his wrists, go between them like figure eights a couple of times then tightening. He tried to flex his hands and found that he couldn’t. “On your knees,” he said, releasing him.

It was a bit of a struggle, without his hands and with his leg muscles sore from practice. He couldn’t see his attacker clearly, the locker room wasn’t well-lit at this hour and he hadn’t bothered with the lights, thinking he’d have been out in minutes. The man stood straight, Viktor’s face inches from his zipper. He quickly undid his pants and pulled out his half-hard cock, red and angry.

He cradled his head almost lovingly, “You know what to do, don’t you?”

“I-I’ll bite it off, you fucker,” Viktor choked out.

His nails scraped his scalp and the attacked yanked at his hair. Viktor didn’t scream. Stubborn tears fell down his cheeks, hot and shameful. “You’re too much of a coward for that, Nikiforov,” He said, jerking his head up, “Too scared of the pain, of your little yaposhka finding your filthy corpse.” Viktor gasped.

He thrust his cock inside, fucking his throat without relief. His face was red and wet, with tears snot and spit and his lungs burnt without the air. He gagged when he pushed too deep, and could feel bile clawing up his throat. But made sure to cover his teeth with his lips.

The man above him groaned and maintained his hold, his balls slamming against Viktor’s chin. He stilled as he came, holding Viktor’s head close and releasing his semen so deep it was impossible to taste.

Viktor’s back bowed like a sickle when the man let go. He sputtered and inhaled air, throat too raw to yell and curse. The man stooped down and raised his chin with two of his fingers, gently. He cooed. “You look so debauched.” Viktor tried to turn away but he held his chin. A camera phone clicked. Viktor cried harder.
The man walked around him, humming. He pushed his shoulder, and Viktor went down obediently. He stripped him of his tracks and underwear in one skilful tug, “Since you were so nice, I’ll use lube.”

Despite hearing the pop of the tube, the first touch of his slick fingers made him jolt. The man was quick, but thorough, like he was used to this. Viktor did not like try to think about what that meant.

“This should be enough,” He said, taking wiping his fingers off of Viktor’s trousers which were heaped on the floor. He turned back in surprise, knowing it would not be enough. Before he could say anything, the man pushed in with a groan. It hurt. Viktor bit his lip and tried to relax.

It was different this time around, the attacker gave him a little time to adjust. He remained inside him, his clothed legs pressed against the length of his thighs, and pulled back almost considerately. His rhythm was slow and drawn out at first but soon he was fucking him hard, pushing Viktor’s body with each thrust while his bruising grip on his hips stopped him from slipping too further. His knees grated against the floor.

“So good, so tight,” He said, reaching across his hips to palm at his cock. It was completely soft. He faltered for a bit. “I would think a slut like you would enjoy this,” He said, jerking him off, “But let’s see if we can change that.”

Viktor protested but then shut up. The man’s fingers felt good, so good, and he wanted to jerk away but he held him close and worked him expertly. He came with a soft cry, followed by the man a few erratic thrusts later.

They lay on the floor for a bit, still joined. Yuuri eventually pulled away.

“Yaposhka? Where did you even get that?”

Yuuri blushed and looked aside, “Um,” He said, “I watched one of the films recommended by Yurio.”

Viktor laughed, curling up a bit, “Oh, baby,” He said, “Help me up.”

The words immediately stirred Yuuri and he held his shoulders, carefully letting him up, “I am sorry, I am so sorry, did I go too hard? I mean, I—I kind of freaked out when you weren’t hard, I waited for you to safeword, but you didn’t, so,”

Viktor kissed him quiet. “Yes, you went hard, and I loved it.”

“It didn’t seem like that.”

“That’s because,” he said, softer, “I came during the first bit.”

Yuuri stared back, eyes wide, and broke into laughter.

dear god, please

IDK which is the hottest, Yuri just going for what he wants, Yuuri not giving it until Yuri asks nicely, or Victor watching and trying to control his desperation!

Didn't think it could get any hotter, and then fucking hell it did. Yes please to Yuri giving it 110% and getting it from both of them at once, dear author, you are hitting all of my kinks.

op is very okay with that

op! The end made me "aw" over Yuuri clearly putting thought into everything. And the little details that almost slip out of the fantasy realm, like his head being cradled almost lovingly, were perfect. I love the balance you gave the scene.

I know I'm being greedy but someone please fill this Alpha! Yuri version too

"Yuri, Yuri, Yuri," Victor gasped, and though he could have been moaning for either one of them, Yuri liked to think it was for him. Victor acted like Yuri's mouth was ruining him, one hand clutching at Yuri's hair tight enough that it stung his scalp and the other clawing at the sheets. His scent got thicker in the air, his breaths coming in little gasps that were exhaled in little moans.

"Touch him," Yuuri said. "Think how empty he feels." He was fucking Yuri hard enough to knock him forward onto Victor's dick, the head of it nudging at his throat. Yuri was making noises, muffled, choked moans at how good it all felt.

Yuuri didn't have to tell him twice. Yuri worked his hand between Victor's thighs, fingers slipping in the astounding amount of slick he was producing. His fingers sank easily into Victor's body, he was so wet with his own slick and Yuuri's come. Victor whined, incoherent and helpless and desperate.

The scent of it was overpowering. Was smelling Yuri making his heat worse, too? Yuri could barely keep a thought straight in his head while he was blanketed in both of their scents. He spread his fingers open inside Victor, three of them stretching his hole. Victor fell back against the pillows, crying out and spreading his legs wider. He started to move, fucking himself on Yuri's hand and bucking up into Yuri's mouth.

"We've got you," Yuuri said, a strained edge to his voice. His fingers dug into Yuri's hips, pulling him back against Yuuri's fierce thrusts until all Yuri could do was moan and suck Victor's cock and take it.

"Yuuri," Victor said, pleading, and Yuri was sure he meant his alpha. "I need it."

"I know, I know." Yuuri's hips slammed against Yuri's ass. Yuri shuddered, twisting his fingers inside Victor and curling them up to rub. Victor's cock jerked in his mouth, precome bitter on the back of Yuri's tongue.

The base of Yuuri's cock started to swell, stretching Yuri's hole wider with every thrust. Yuri squirmed and tried to push back against it, clenching every time Yuuri drove into him and moaning pitifully when he pulled it back out. He couldn't beg with his mouth full but he could do his best, putting more arch in the line of his back, sucking harder on Victor's cock so Victor moaned and begged for him. Yuri didn't know how he'd held out this long. He definitely didn't know how he'd survive Yuuri being tied.

"You're going to come on my knot," Yuuri said, and bit down on Yuri's shoulder so hard Yuri thought he might actually break the skin. He shoved in hard, his swelling knot popping inside and seating this time. Yuuri ground into him, his knot inflating as Yuri's body clenched down around it.

Yuri couldn't get enough air with Victor in his mouth so he pulled off with a gasp, licking at the shaft in apology when Victor called him something uncomplimentary in Russian. Yuri was so full, so beautifully stuffed with cock, Yuuri's knot locking it inside. Yuuri was still grinding into him, growling softly around the mouthful of Yuri's shoulder.

"Yuuri, come in me," Yuri whined, too far gone to do more than rub his face against Victor's dick and hold his hand still so Victor could squirm against his fingers and make beautiful, needy noises.

"Please, Yuuri," Victor gasped. Yuri licked his cock again and Victor pulled his hair hard. Yuri shuddered, tightening down around Yuuri's knot.

That was it for Yuuri. He moaned into Yuri's skin, and Yuri felt it when he started to come, the warmth of it spreading inside him and Yuuri's knot pulsing with it. He choked on a noise of his own and came without a single touch on his own cock, his eyes rolling back in perfect, contented bliss.

Yuri lost time, floating in a post-orgasmic haze. Yuuri was pressed all along his back, his knot blessedly full, kissing along Yuri's nape and rubbing his cheeks all over Yuri's skin, scenting him. It made Yuri sigh happily, leaning his head on Victor's thigh and just breathing, their combined scents easing some deep anxiety and giving him over to languor.

That was until Yuuri reached underneath him and grabbed his oversensitive, soft cock, stroking him back into hardness.

Yuri yelped, starting to sit up. Yuuri pushed him back down with his body weight and Victor's hand close around his wrist in an iron grip, keeping his hand right where it was with his fingers filling Victor up.

"Don't, fuck, fuck," Yuri couldn't even squirm away, not with Yuuri pinning him down and Victor holding him by the hair.

"If you come again my knot will go down faster," Yuuri said, mouthing at Yuri's neck. "Victor needs me too."

"I can't," Yuri groaned, though he could feel another orgasm building in him even as he said it. It hurt, too much too soon on the heels of the last one, but with Victor's whimpers rapidly becoming pathetic and his scent edged with so much need it made Yuri dizzy, he understood. He couldn't be selfish enough to try and keep Yuuri all to himself. Yuuri wasn't even his.

Yuuri licked over the nape of his neck, then started to suck a mark there. Yuri had just enough time to think that was totally fucking unfair before he came again, his cock twitching in Yuuri's hand, writhing and swearing and on the edge of tears at how good and painful it was at the same time. He was so far gone he actually whimpered when Yuuri's knot came loose and the smell of come and slick and sex got so thick in the air it made his head spin.

nggggg I love you so much

You are honestly such a gift!!! I had a trouble day and this update has blown it all away!!! I love that Victor is calling for both yuuri and Yuri and they are all feeding off each others needs!!! Yuri is so desperate for a bite it's adorable like boy maybe if you beg???

Chris

"Victor," Yuuri hisses, pushing Victor's hands away. They're at an after-after party in Christophe's hotel suite. Victor's face is flushed and his shirt was gone somewhere around his third drink. He's still on his fourth, so he's still wearing pants, but he's pressed against Yuuri in ways that threaten to change that, preferably as soon as possible.

"Such heartbreak," Victor whines. "Don't you want me?"

And of course, Yuuri wants. Just maybe not here. "Let's go back to our room," Yuuri murmurs.

"But what if I can't wait that long?" Victor pouts. "C'mon, Yuuuri, Chris has a separate bedroom." Victor pulls Yuuri into a hug, "No one will know."

Yuuri is only two drinks in, but it's enough and his dick was hard long before Victor had peeled off his shirt. They shuffle to the bedroom, Victor's pants and boxers gone. Yuuri is kneeling, lips wrapping around Victor's dick.

There's a shuffle, a sound, Yuuri stops (to Victor's numerous protests) to see Chris sauntering in the room, grinning.

"Oh, friends, don't stop on my account."

"Yuuuri, I'm dying," Victor wails. Yuuri takes Chris at his word and doesn't.

Phichit

Phichit is an amazing friend. He is the best friend. He refuses to fault himself for being unable to look away. Victor and Yuuri are so wrapped up in each other, that they'd never heard him enter the locker room. The rink has been technically been closed for several hours- but he'd left a few things and was just going to drop by quickly to grab them.

Victor's pants are around his ankles and Yuuri is grasping his dick with hand, other wrapped around his waist. They're kissing and the kiss makes Phichit wonder if they need air anymore. The noise Victor makes when their lips part is strangled, part whine, part gasp. Yuuri's eyes are closed as his hand continues to jack Victor off.

Victor is thrusting into his hand, hips and ass moving in such lewd ways that Phichit will have needs of his own later. He thinks this is bold, for Yuuri and is silently grateful to Victor for properly corrupting his friend. Phichit sneaks out after snapping the requisite number of blackmail photos. He’s sure Victor comes when they notice someone had been there, from the Russian shouting that follows him out the door.

Yurio

Yuri's eyes are wide as he slams back the vodka, age restrictions be damned. He will never, never be able to erase that image from his mind. "It was awful," he snarls.

"Was it?" Otabek answers. "You haven't spoken about anything else for over an hour."

"They're disgusting!" Yuri shouts, face red. He can still see the pig's dick jutting from his body. He can still hear Victor's moaning. "Who has sex in the bleachers at the rink!?"

"You said it was three in the morning," Otabek says, scrolling through his phone. "Why were you there?"

"Why does that even matter?!" Yuri screams.

Yakov

Victor fidgets. He isn't doesn’t know what he's done to earn his coach's ire this time. Sure- he's out of shape and old and woefully behind the others. But he'd also gotten silver at Nationals and is making great progress while simultaneously coaching Yuuri. Victor smiles just at the thought of the Yuuri.

Yakov coughs. "There've been complaints."

"Complaints?" Victor asks.

"About you and Katsuki."

Oh. That. He can't help it. Yuuri is so intoxicating and the idea that so many people have caught them that there have been complaints has him half hard. Yakov stops him as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Vitya, what you and Katsuki do away from here is your business. But I had to suffer through a three-hour critique from Lillia about Yuuri's technique and your poor flexibility they last time she caught you here. I will not suffer that again, you understand?"

Minami
It’s become Legend. There are places you Don’t Go if Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are that the same competition.

“I just wanted to use the bathroom,” Guang-Hong Ji tells him with wide eyes. “And there they were… just. I’m not sure I was still a virgin after seeing that.” (Somewhere near him, Leo de Iglesia snorts.)

“They don’t even try to hide how gross they are Yuri Plisetsky says, skating away from him, red-faced.

“I once thought I saw Nikiforov go down on Katsuki right after Katsuki’s free skate,” Emil Nekola says. “Right over there,” he waves towards the wall. “The competition wasn’t even over yet.”

Legend also says, that if you want a show, the married couple is happy to provide one.

Sara Crispino and Mila Babicheva giggle. “Oh yes,” Sara says. “I’d be careful in the parking garage. Victor apparently doesn’t realize how sounds echo in that space.”

“Or maybe he does,” Mila winks at him.

Minami treads carefully. He enters the bathroom cautiously. Victor is washing his hands at the sink and Yuuri is bent over, tying his shoes. They’re murmuring to each other quietly and Minami slides into a stall, unsure if he’s relieved or disappointed.

When he forgets his good luck charm in the locker room before he skates, he dashes back- and opens the door slowly. Victor is sitting on the bench- perfectly decently clothed and tying Yuuri’s skates. Neither man even looks disheveled.

When he stumbles into a deserted hotel hallway, drunk on his first bronze in a major competition and a little actual alcohol, Victor and Yuuri are sitting against a wall, *talking*. Minami dismisses the rumors as just that.

(“Do you think he noticed?” Victor whispers, breathy with anticipation as Yuuri strokes his cock, through his pants.
“He was pretty drunk, but maybe,” Yuuri whispers back.
Victor comes.)

Not OP, but this is great.

Not OP, but thumbs up. It was delightfully hot/wrong, especially the twisting of things that are usually pleasant, like the praising or Yuuri going out of his wway to keep things comfortable for Viktor (whcich here read as threatening), or the way Yuuri gets into his role enough to surprise Viktor.

"It was awful," he snarls.

"Was it?" Otabek answers. "You haven't spoken about anything else for over an hour."

10/10, would snark again

God, I just love how this is like a hot sex ouroboros where they feed each other's desperation in a neverending loop. /op

It's so frantic, not choreographed but like these three are a mass of needs. It's never just one of them doing something to another, every sensation reverberates through all three of them, they're so close and so desperate. Massively hot.

Not OP, but I love the situations, and the way everybody is so onto them and their kink. The finishing parenthesis was gold.

(There's rimming in this bit.)

Yuri felt like he could think again for the first time in hours. He wondered how long he'd been in here before Yuuri and Victor came in. His sense of time was gone, lost in the haze of scent and the tangle of limbs.

Yuuri pulled, dragging Yuri out of Victor's lap. Victor had to let go of Yuri's hand, and his fingers slipped out of Victor's body while Victor made a bereft noise. Yuri felt weightless as Yuuri lifted him, setting him down gently on one side of the bed.

Yuri rolled over on his side so he could see them. He'd thought about it often enough. While he was still mostly thinking straight, he wasn't going to give up this opportunity.

Victor's hand groped for Yuri's, beside him on the bed. Yuri didn't even think about it. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Victor's wrist, his thumb rubbing at the inside. Victor's fingers curled over his, in turn. Yuri relaxed, the contact easing the tightness that had set into his shoulders when Yuuri stopped touching him. Victor, on the other hand, reached for Yuuri and whimpered.

"Shhh." Yuuri crawled on top of Victor, kissing him for a slow stretch of breaths. Their lips fit together so easily, and Yuri squeezed Victor's wrist a little harder while he watched. Victor was rutting up against him, his cock against Yuuri's flat stomach. He mouthed at Yuuri's lips more than he kissed, sloppy and panting.

"Victor," Yuuri murmured. "You're so desperate. If you'd just let me knot you in the hallway, you'd be purring like Yura is."

Yuuri saying his name like that made Yuri shudder. He stared at Victor, watching him writhe and bare his throat and spread his legs, so needy it hurt to watch him. Victor had been waiting that whole time, since the first time Yuuri fucked him against the wall. He'd sent Yuri his alpha, because he knew Yuri needed it more than he did. And he'd let Yuri tease him with fingering and blowjobs whole Yuri got fucked by his alpha's cock.

Yuri didn't remember Victor being so selfless for other people.

Yuuri moved his lips to Victor's neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of wet marks down the pale skin. Victor went limp, his hand lax in Yuri's grip, his back arching, baring his throat to Yuuri's teeth. Yuri scooted in closer, drawn by the small, desperate whines coming from Victor's throat.

"I know," Yuuri murmured, his mouth traveling down Victor's chest. He slid his hands down to Victor's thighs, lifting and pulling like he had with Yuri to maneuver his omega in place. "You have to give me a moment. Yuri wore me out."

Yuri buried his face in the sheets. He was so wet between his thighs, his legs slipping in slick and Yuuri's come as he rubbed them together. Yuuri's knot had sated the hunger crawling through his veins, for the moment, but he didn't know how much longer Yuuri could keep it up, not with both of them. Maybe he should kick them out.

"Worth it," Victor groaned, writhing under Yuuri again. His fingers tightened around Yuri's wrist. When Yuri looked, he rolled his head to the side, his brilliant blue eyes dark and clouded with lust. "Yura deserves the best."

Yuri's face got hot. He didn't know what to say, his tongue heavy in his mouth and his chest tight.

"If you can still talk, I'm not doing my job right," Yuuri said. He hiked Victor's knees up around his shoulders and cupped his ass in both hands, spreading him open before he licked at the coating of slick on Victor's thighs.

Victor jerked like he was being electrocuted when Yuuri's tongue slid over his hole. Yuuri moaned at the taste, pressing his face into the join of Victor's thighs. He made Victor whimper and squeeze his eyes shut, the hand not clutching at Yuri's wrist going to the back of Victor's head, fingers threading through Yuuri's dark hair.

Yuri had to remind himself to breathe, shaky inhales that felt like he couldn't get enough oxygen. His skin started to prickle with want again, his scent rising to thread through Victor and Yuuri's. Yuuri did something with his mouth that made Victor scream, his back bowing, his knees tightening around Yuuri's head.

"Yuuuuri," he wailed. "Yuuri please, fuck me now, I need you, I need you."

Yuuri sank his teeth into Victor's thigh and growled. The tangy scent of copper blood flooded into the room. Victor shuddered all over, his fingers going tight enough around Yuri's wrist that Yuri was sure he'd leave a circle of bruises. Yuri choked on the scent of it, his thighs wet with a new rush of slick. He wanted Yuuri's mark so bad he could barely stand it, but it wasn't his to ask for. This was right - him and Victor.

Oh my god I JUST REFRESHED THE PAGE AND YOU UPDATED I'M SO THANKFUL!!! this is so amazing and in awe of how you're writing Yuuri dealing with these two while writing Yuri's inner thoughts. Bb wants the bite and honestly no one blames you!!,

Damn this is food. The distant voice Yuuri's using with his viewers is really working for me. It's only as intimate at Yuuri wants.

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.

"Yura deserves the best."

And if you ask Victor (or Yuri...), that's Yuuri. I love all the feelings you've put into this, and now I'm really cheering for Yuri to get the bite he wants because Victor and Yuuri want to give it to him.

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.

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Prompt Post 1

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

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

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

Re: Everyone/Victor Nikiforov, Consensual gangbang, sloppy seconds, hero worship

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Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky, a/b/o - Move your heart to wake (FILL [8/?])

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

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

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky, a/b/o

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Fill: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

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Re: [FILL 1/?] Yuuri Katsuki, ft Yuuri K/Phichit - camboy, exhibitionism, anonymity

Mari Katsuki/Minako Okukawa

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Young!Victor/Young!Yuuri, shota