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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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ah jeez, I didn't realize I'd already posted this on here :( really sorry

ayrt was having serious deju vu and just wanted to make sure those of us tracking the original didn't miss out!

Mmm, hot. <3 Otabek seeing his own marks on Yuri, even from all the way in the DJ booth, because he knows just where to look for them: delicious.

This is great work, so many emotions, thanks anon!
I feel like Potya silently judging Yurio. Now I want a sequel where Yurio starts feeling regrets for what he did, or maybe Victor finds out and freaks out. I like angst

♥!!!

YES THIS IS EVERYTHING I HOPED FOR ~~and I wouldn't say no to a sequel~~

w!anon here - I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far! I wasn't totally sure what I had was what you were after, but this is what came to me. The next update is more Victor's POV - I meant to alternate, but Yurio was far too much fun to write.

The worst part, for Victor, was that he hadn't asked for any of this. He'd spent his whole life avoiding it, in fact. He'd always dodged anything that might result in imprinting; he'd been very strict about protected sex, kept his flings to quick post-competition hookups, and sometimes just avoiding alphas entirely. Maybe he could afford to tie himself to someone after his competitive career was over, but not now. He had too much to do.

If he was going to have someone imprint on him against his will, though, he could have done worse than Yuri Plisetsky. Yuri wasn't a bad kid, no matter how hard he tried to give off the impression that he was; Victor believed him when he insisted it was just an accident.

And they could work with it. They came along to each other's competitions and coordinated their practice schedules. Makkachin was vaguely fond of Yuri (or at least of the cat hair clinging to Yuri's hoodies and skinny jeans) and Yuri eventually learned not to be so tentative with the ear rubs. At first Victor let Yuri sleep on his couch some nights, while they acclimated to the connection, but Yuri complained about the furniture smelling like dog, which actually worked well -- he had an incentive to get comfortable sleeping several miles away from Victor. By the time six months had passed he no longer felt the need to suffer through Victor's doggy apartment and Victor didn't need to account for a ravenous teenager in his meals.

The future looked interesting, and their link was honestly part of the reason. Yuri was a promising young skater -- having him as a rival was an exciting prospect, and so was the possibility of having him as a student or protege, instead, even if Yakov dismissed the entire idea of Victor learning to coach. It wasn't the ideal arrangement, but what would have been the ideal? It wasn't as though Yuri had snatched him out of the arms of the alpha of his dreams, after all.

And then he met Yuri Katsuki.

Looking back, he was almost certain they'd met before. Worlds, surely, and the Olympics? No doubt they'd shaken hands at some point, exchanged pleasantries. But nothing memorable, somehow, until Victor felt eyes on him and turned and said exactly the wrong thing without meaning to. Until Victor found himself watching the young man and his ever-multiplying champagne flutes, until Yuri approached him directly, if unsteadily, and slurred Victor? Watch me, okay? Don't you dare take your eyes off me. As if there'd been any risk that he would, even before the dancing started.

Yuri Plisetsky was beside himself. It would almost have been funny, if Victor had a sliver of attention to spare for the boy. But he didn't. He'd been drawn to Yuri Katsuki so instantly and so powerfully that it was almost a surprise he didn't imprint in his own right, like some operatic love triangle, but perhaps he was a bit old for that. It took youth's raging hormones and lack of foresight to really imprint on someone.

But of course by the time the party wound down, both their phones were dead and Yuri was far too drunk to remember his own number. Victor had breezily assumed they could find each other on social media, and then that they'd see each other at Worlds, but Yuri had effectively vanished without a trace until Chris sent him a Youtube link.

I just LEFT Japan, he'd grumbled to Chris, who'd just laughed at him, since they both knew he'd turn right around and go back. He hadn't even unpacked yet. Convenient, that. Of course, the jitters started before the plane was even off the runway, but that was what wine was for. Unfortunately, wine was no help with the pounding headache that followed; evolution had clearly been serious about keeping omegas close to home.

It wasn't until he was reunited with Makkachin, on the ground and through customs, that the headache started to subside. Maybe it was the association of Makkachin with home, or maybe it was just that petting a dog made everything slightly better regardless of the circumstances, but it might be worth insisting he needed his therapy dog to accompany him everywhere. While Makkachin sniffed him thoroughly and intently for every trace of everything he'd experienced (or better yet, eaten) during the flight, he pretended not to speak English as a few airport officials tried to tell him about quarantine procedures. As soon as they'd lowered their guard and started looking for an interpreter, he took Makkachin and slipped away, pleased they'd been too flummoxed to think of using their phones.

There was still a headache lingering behind his eyes -- maybe it wouldn't be so bad if his Yuri sent him packing -- but he could live with it. Being on the ground helped. Having Makkachin at his side helped. Knowing he was headed for the Katsuki family inn helped, too.

And the onsen helped most of all. He got the outdoor hot spring all to himself; no one wanted to bathe with the foreigner, it seemed, no matter how friendly he tried to be. Cold air, hot water, the sky overhead... but he'd barely gotten settled when Yuri came skidding out into the bath area, looking nearly panicked.

He was barely recognizable as Victor's pole-dancing Cinderella from Sochi: all shaggy hair and glasses, dressed like a college student in clothes a size or so too small, with quite a few extra kilos riding around his midsection.

He was going to have a headache all year, Victor thought as he stood up, and it was going to be worth every second of it.

Yurio's arrival hot on his heels was a welcome respite, even if neither of them wanted to admit it. Unfortunately for him, or possibly for both of them, Yurio sulked off back to Russia immediately after Onsen On Ice. He'd hoped they could all stay in Hasetsu. Yurio had claimed to want him as a coach, after all, but he supposed it could be some kind of alpha pride thing. He didn't even try to call or text to mend fences; he had his own pride, alpha or no, and he didn't especially want to be told what a terrible coach he was by a fifteen-year-old with a wounded ego and a matching headache.

On the other hand, being close to Yuuri -- especially touching him -- was nearly as good. It was terribly cliche, of course, cuddling up to a new alpha to displace an old one, but it was a cliche for a reason. And while song and story always made it seem like the unfaithfulness of a fickle omega, any omega knew there were plenty of reasons why you might want to break an imprint bond. Victor was just lucky his unwanted bond was so harmless.

Besides, he was fairly certain he'd have wanted to be in physical contact with Yuuri twenty-four hours a day even if Yuuri had been a fellow omega, if they'd both been betas, if there'd been no bond at all tugging on his mind. But the way wrapping his arms around Yuuri relieved the pounding in his head was a nice bonus on top of all the other things he liked about touching Yuuri.

Even with Yurio's defection leaving him on his own, and Yuuri's reserve keeping the snuggling nonexistent and the hugs painfully few for Victor's tastes, he had a few reprieves before the headache finally gave up the ghost permanently sometime in July. He still had the restless, unsettled sensation that had started nagging at him the moment he boarded his flight, but it was honestly a bit difficult to differentiate that from the way he felt on any day he didn't skate, so he could work around it. Long bike rides, walks on the beach with Makkachin, early skating practice at the Ice Castle while Yuuri was still sleeping -- he stayed moving as often as possible, all through the fall.

Autumn and winter were surprisingly mild, but Victor dutifully broke out what he would have called a light jacket and Yuuri apparently considered a winter coat, and they ramped up practice to get ready for Beijing. Victor was excited; international competition, as a coach this time, and he'd have a chance to see Yakov again, and Chris, and he really loved Chinese food. He daydreamed about taking his Yuuri out to dinner with Yakov and Georgi and ordering whatever he wanted and when Yakov tried to stop him Victor could just say but Yakov, I'm not competing! I don't need to worry about a hangover or food poisoning or anything! And then he'd order a bunch of those egg custard tarts.

And then they'd go back to the hotel and be really clingy with Yuuri, because he'd be tipsy so he'd have an excuse, and maybe Yuuri would be a little more receptive if they weren't under his parents' roof, on sheets his mom or maybe his sister would have to change, or else in his childhood bed.

Of course it didn't work out that way at all. Yakov was holding a grudge, much more than Victor had realized, and Yuuri was a bundle of irresistibly sexy nerves even before his perfect SP put him in first place. The night following the free skate was nice -- Yuuri was very interested in additional kissing after that first kiss, but too exhausted for more, and so Victor finally got a chance to really sleep with him. There'd been honest-to-goodness cuddling. Sleeping on Yuuri in the plane, or in an effort to get him to lie still long enough to nap, those were both nice, but this time they'd been under the covers together. Victor had been so delighted he'd even worn pants, though a shirt was still a bridge too far.

And then, the morning after they arrived back in Japan from Beijing, Victor went into heat.

MIC DROP

Hi so, I started writing for this a while back, had to leave it due to RL stuff, and recently came back to it. I do have plans for a longer more comprehensive fill (what I have so far is largely set-up), but in the mean time here's a sort of. Starter fill?

I hope this is somehow near what you were wanting - it's a wonderful prompt and I really want to do it justice when I get more time!

bless you

op

So that's how Victor is doing it! Cuddling with another alpha. Although Makkachin's healing powers was a nice touch, as was smuggling her into the country. I love all the details, actually. Like Yuri learning how to pet Makkachin and Yakov thinking Victor would be a terrible coach.

♥

College!Yuuri has needs and way too much stamina to be satisfied after just one round of sex, no matter how enthusiastic or drawn out. Thankfully, there are a few people (like an entire hockey team for example) who will happily take on the task of satisfying Yuuri.
In other words, Yuuri in the center of a loving gangbang! Preferably no canon characters except Yuuri, because as much as I love them, I can't see them in this scenario.

+ for Victor finding out about it years later

Yuuri is with Victor, Yuri is with Otabek, and they cheat on their respective partners with each other. Would love all the 'standard' elements of infidelity, like sneaking around, making up fake works trips to meet up in secret, hiding hickeys/marks, secret texting......... and a dramatic reveal, of course!
Yuuri/Yuri endgame would be lovely but not required.

I applaud you :D

There is still a lack of these tropes in the fandom. Any pairing (preferrably m/m, but anything goes for me), any reason...

(If you happen to write about a rarepair I'll shower you in glitter.)

Teenage Victor somehow ends up in the future. Lucky for him, both older Victor and Chris are there. Maybe a competition has just ended, maybe one of them　is visiting the other, whatever. Up to filler if younger Victor knows who Chris is yet.

They spend the next day or two until younger Victor returns home taking turns with him, giving him the time of his life and fucking him into absolute exhaustion.

Bonus: Victor is really into the idea of seeing younger Victor get utterly debauched, maybe giving him hickeys and so on.

Somehow 28 year old Victor finds himself in Detroit, with 18 year old Yuuri.

They try to work out why Victor got sent back in time, and Victor is trying very, very hard to not overstep any boundaries because 18 year old Yuuri is so shy and so beautiful and, look ,"innocent eros" is 24 year old Yuuri's thing - no one does it better, okay? - but 18 year old Yuuri is an actual virgin and just exudes "please ravish me against the nearest flat surface while I look up at you with big, pretty eyes".

Which is to say, the UST is ridiculous.

Victor's not sure if he wants to spread him across the bed and give him the softest, sweetest first time in the history of first times, or if he wants to shove Yuuri over the shitty dorm-room desk and fuck him until he forgets his own name.

Victor is fairly sure he can't just have been sent back in time to deflower to love of his life - no matter how much his dick seems to support that theory - right?

(Yuuri seems to be grappling with the same idea, judging by the blushing and wordless, wide-eyed "oh god, boner, not now" look he's almost permanently wearing.)

All the +1 because this is an amazing prompt and I hope it gets filled.

Otabek only gets to come if he asks Yuri nicely.

(Bonus points if you make him cry)

Inspired by Skygem's Retirement AU: someone who doesn't know about Yuuri challenges him to a skate off, expecting an easy win. BUT BOY ARE THEY WRONG.
This is all I need in life.

Victor Nikiforov, leader of an incredibly competent secret agent team, considered by the underworld as one of the deadliest human beings alive, is In Love. Victor and his team (Mila Babicheva, Georgi Popovich, Yuri Plisetsy aged up Yuri Plisetsky tho, and handler Yakov Feltsman) are exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally, after a long stream of incredibly high risk and harrowing missions. It's time for a break. The world can live without them for a few months because none of them can live this life anymore. So Victor has Yurio do some research (hacker!yurio is awesome) and they find a nice little town in Japan, not too isolated but not too crowded, completely non-suspicious, plus hot springs fuck yeah, and the team goes on a long vacation. Victor was not counting on meeting Yuuri, the owner of the hotsprings, who is so kind and sweet and adorable and takes Victor's breath away in ways that hasn't happened in, well, ever. The entire team loves him, actually. It's hard not to, even for prickly Yurio. But how can Victor protect a civilian from the dangerous life he leads? He'd never forgive himself if something happened to Yuuri. He's never wanted something so badly and yet been so aware of the dangers should he go for it.

Yuuri Katsuki, witch from a long line of witches, owner of Yutopia Hot Springs for Spirits and Other Deities, has A Problem. Because he has gone and fallen in love with a mortal. And not just any mortal no. It had to be Victor Nikiforov, who so happens to be in close connection with many goverments and secret agencies due to his line of work. If he were to find out what Yuuri was and the kind of(nonhuman) patrons the hot springs truly catered to, it could spell disaster for the supernatural world. He's not even sure what made the humans come here, the entire town was made to look as unappealing and BORING as possible to discourage human tourists. But the longer they stay the more Yuuri grows fond of them, especially Victor. And now he's torn between two worlds.

What happens next is up to anon but happy ending please!

++++Phichit Chulanont/Yuuri Katsuki bromance. I love their friendship.
+++protective Victor not realizing that Yuuri is capable of literally turning someone into a newt. Or setting them on fire with a gesture and look.

What it says on the tin: Yuri wearing another skater's jacket. Preferably in public.

Why is up to the author! Maybe it's mutually possessive Otayuri, the result of a viral meme that starts with a photoshopped pic of Yuri in Victor's jacket, a situation that forces him to accept JJ's jacket as cover, or maybe he accidentally grabs Chris's jacket while trying to hide from his fans.

Any pairing is fine. Make it serious, make it crack. Bonus points if Yuri is only pretending to be outraged.

Jean-Jacques Leroy lay slumped on the bar counter, one hand nursing a drink and the other clutching a ring. For once, there was no smirk to be found at the corners of his lips, but rather a weary, down-turned frown.
He spoke, to no one in particular and to everyone in the room at the same time. The establishment had a quieter, more mellow atmosphere than most in the area, so JJ had no problem in carrying his voice across the room. "I thought she want'd it too, y'know. I tol' her from the start so there'd be no mis'nderstandings. So why's this hap'ning?"
The bartender's hand paused on the cup it was wiping. "Sir-"
JJ sat up from his stool and leaned forward towards the bartender, who now looked taken aback. "D'you know who I am?"
"Sir-"
"I said, d'you know who I am?"
"No, however-"
JJ slammed back down into his stool, nearly falling backwards but catching himself in time with a surprisingly steady hand on the counter. "That's OK. You can call me King JJ. Nice to meet you."
"That's great. Now if you could try keeping your voice down in consideration for the others here, I would appreciate it."
It was as if JJ hadn't heard a thing: "So now you know who I am, King JJ," he paused for emphasis, and then continued, "d'you see how berzarre this sich--sichwation is?"
"Yes, this is quite a bizarre situation indeed." The bartender nodded slowly, surreptitiously eyeing at the direction of the door. The two large men in all black who stood near the entrance nodded.
"She tol' me she couldn't wait anymore. Even though she agreed to it. Even though-" JJ's voice quivered and his face screwed painfully together. He swallowed the knot that caught his throat and mumbled out, "Even though we were about t'get married."
The bartender's so far stoic expression softened a fraction. "I'm sorry to hear that, sir."
JJ stood up abruptly, knocking the stool onto the ground with a loud clatter. "I am sorry too! But y'know who I am more sorry for?" He climbed onto the counter and spilled the rest of his drink onto his pants. "Isabella! Why, you ask? Of course because she is not longer with King JJ!"
The next thing he knew, JJ was pulled off of the counter by two strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and being dragged across the floor.
"Hey! Hey! Stop this now, JJ is in pain right now! Watch for the table over there--oh-auch!"
He was thrown carelessly outside of the establishment, barred from re-entrance as the door behind him slammed shut with a click of finality. "What's wrong with marrying before sex?" He shouted to the sky. "Why couldn't she wait for one more fucking month?"
-----
And that was how Yuri Plisetsky found JJ, kneeling pathetically on the ground in front of a seedy bar. He stood before the man for a silent moment, deciding whether he'd rather laugh hysterically or sneer snidely at Jean-Jacques fucking Leroy.
He chose both, working up his chuckles that grew into a laugh as he approached JJ, and then sneered into the stupid man's face extra close, just for in case he couldn't see.
"This is fucking hilarious. Your fiance broke up with you?"
JJ closed his eyes and turned away. "Go away, little boy. King JJ has no time for you."
"Hah!" Yuri grabbed JJ's collar and pulled their faces closer so he could get a good look in his eyes. "So it's true." He continued gleefully, "And it's because she couldn't wait anymore. You wanted to have sex after marriage and she couldn't wait anymore."
This was the best fucking night Yuri ever had.
They were still nose to nose, eyes locked in a frozen moment in time. He hated JJ's guts so fucking much--he would ruin him tonight, and later on the ice. Yuri tightened his grip on JJ's collar and smiled. "Still feel like waiting for marriage is worth it?"
JJ hesitated for an instant, gaze unmoving but unsure.
Yuri tilted his head to the side, still gripping JJ's collar as he leaned even closer. When the other man brought their lips together, Yuri internally crowed with triumph.
So much for holding out after marriage.

a/n: omw to writing the rest!! ;)

Yuuri and Victor are fucking, but someone is watching them (maybe they didn't shut the door all the way, or they didn't close the curtains, or they think they're alone in a public place but they're not). Yuuri - and only Yuuri - notices that he and Victor are being watched, and Yuuri takes the possessiveness/exhibitionism to another level.

No preference on who's watching them! I like that it could be anybody.

Somehow they had ended up in what Yuri presumed was JJ's apartment, because it sure as hell wasn't it his. They slowly made their way to the bed with their lips still locked onto skin, hands roaming each other's bodies.

Yuri's hip bumped into the corner of Isabella's vanity and he cried out in pain, muffling it by taking a bite into JJ's neck. That point of contact was soon broken apart when Yuri was thrown haphazardly onto the bed, JJ climbing on right with him.

He sat up and pulled JJ toward him, feeling heat in his crotch and the primal necessity of friction. He clenched his teeth to hold in a cry when JJ pressed the growing bulge in his pants onto Yuri's own. He grinded against it like an animal, consumed entirely by the need to mitigate the heat.

"I-I think we're supposed to take our pants off for this," JJ breathed out.

"A fucking plus, JJ, aren't you a smart cookie," Yuri snarled as he brought his hands to the button of his pants, ignoring the way his fingers trembled uncontrollably from sheer arousal.

A clink of a belt undone and two hasty unzipping of pants later, the two of them were naked half down and wasted no time to resume their frantic ministrations. Yuri grabbed both of their cocks and pulled up hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from JJ.

Yuri vaguely registered JJ licking his lips and straightening in his position on the bed before he reached out and took Yuri's wrists and pulled them above his head they fell onto the covers with a soft thump.

They stared at each other, their gazes identical with a gleam of burning desire as their agitated breaths filled the silence of the room.

"Hurry the fuck up," Yuri growled, despite not knowing exactly what he meant by it either.

Spurred by his words, JJ let go of Yuri's wrists and deftly flipped him over onto his stomach. Yuri readjusted himself to a kneel, elbows pushed into the mattress for support. Suddenly, he felt something hot and slick and huge lodge in between his buttcheeks, pressing right before his entrance.

Cold realization drenched his heart as he jerked his head to the side to see JJ's face. "Stop! Stop right fucking there you dipshit. Have you never watched gay porn or something?"

JJ's concentrated face dropped into an expression of confusion.

Yuri released a vehement sigh. "Of course not, of course fucking not."

"Is JJ doing something wrong?"

Ignoring the disgusting use of third person, Yuri yelled in frustration, "Use your fingers first you fucking idiot!"

The head of JJ's dick was removed him his entrance, but quickly replaced with a single finger that thrust into his hole with no warning.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Yuri's arms found their way around a pillow, hugging it tightly like it was his lifeline.

JJ wrongly took that as a positive response and fit a second digit without preamble yet again. Yuri only squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the pillow even tighter as he felt the strain of his hole stretching from the sudden intrusion.

"Move!" Yuri snarled at him, never feeling more urgent in his life.

JJ did as he was told, steadily pushing his fingers deeper and deeper in. Yuri could feel the fingers scissoring in him, stretching him even more. Suddenly, the fingers stopped delving further in, but instead curled into themselves. Pleasure jolted through his body when the tip of a finger brushed his sweet spot. His entire body tensed at that moment, toes curling, mouth gaping open, and head falling back uncontrollably.

"L-leroy," Yuri managed to pant out. "More."

And then the third finger was in, thrusting and scissoring and curling in his hole at a frantic pace. Yuri could only gasp at each thrust as he tried to match that rhythm with a thrust of his own hips, the contact between the fingers and his prostate growing rougher at each meeting.

"Faster," Yuri babbled. "Bigger, I want it bigger!"

The fingers were withdrawn abruptly from his twitching hole, and momentarily Yuri felt a gaping feeling of loss. It was quickly replaced with something much larger, harder that throbbed against his entrance incessantly.

"Y-You OK?"

He needed more friction, more contact, and more heat. "Go!" Yuri practically begged.

And JJ went.

His cock slid in roughly and the white hot feeling of being stretched pierced the perimeter of Yuri's hole. He felt tears gather at the corner of his eyes as the throbbing cock filled him up to the brim.

The head hit his sweet spot on the first try, and Yuri released a strangled cry from his throat in pleasure as every nerve in his body was abuzz with adrenaline. More. He needed more.

He felt a heavy weight drop onto his back, and JJ's head lolling stupidly against his neck. "What the fuck…?"

Yuri tried to turn around with the dead weight on top of him to no avail. He slapped and elbowed the man above him roughly but elicited no response.

"What the fuck happened? Leroy, say something!"

Jean-Jacques Leroy, piss drunk, had fallen asleep on top of Yuri Plisetsky, sporting a raging hard on, with his dick still inserted into Yuri's asshole.

a/n: sorry about the first part's formatting. i forgot to do a preview and just copy pasted what i had on a doc straight in. hope this prompt fill was all right with you, OP. this was my first stab at writing sex so i hope i met your expectations. LOL.

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Prompt Post 1

Re: Dark!Viktor/Yuri P.(/Any)

Re: Dark!Viktor/Yuri P.(/Any)

Re: New fill!

Re: looking to shed your next skin [2/2] Yuri Plisetsky/Viktor Nikiforov, noncon, somnophilia

Re: Phichit/Celestino, somnophilia - FILL

Re: Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting FILL (2/?)

Re: Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting FILL (3/?) (Victor/Yuuri)

Re: Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting FILL (3/?) (Victor/Yuuri)

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - Lilia and Minako is Yuuri's coaches

Re: Mob Alpha/Yuuri Katsuki - FILL PART 1/2

Re: Yuri/Victor omegaverse accidental imprinting FILL (3/?) (Victor/Yuuri)

Yuuri Katsuki/many, a loving gangbang

Yuuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky cheating

Re: Victor/Tentacle Monster - tentacles

Any/Any, Fuck or Die and/or Bad guys made them do it

Victor Nikiforov/Young Victor Nikiforov/Chris Giacometti, time travel threesome

yuuri katsuki/victor nikiforov, time travel, virginity and ust

Re: yuuri katsuki/victor nikiforov, time travel, virginity and ust

Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin - orgasm denial, begging, D/s

someone challenges Yuuri to a skate off

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Supernatural/Secret Agent AU

Yuri Plisetsky/Other - team jacket swap

Re: JJ Leroy/Yuri Plisetsky - first times, not as expected - FILL 1/2

Yuuri Katsuki / Victor Nikiforov - exhibitionism/voyeurism

Re: JJ Leroy/Yuri Plisetsky - first times, not as expected - FILL 2/2