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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:

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"It's enough to make even me, a man, pregnant!"

Kind of surprised that I really haven't seen this come up in fics yet. Yuuri having a breeding kink and either fantasying about knocking Victor up or being pregnant himself -dealers choice. Just roleplay or fantasy please, no actual pregnancy.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
So I have an idea for this but it involves accidental unsafe sex/forgetting to use protection, will this be an issue for the anon?

(If it is, then I can find a way around it, but I wanted to check first!)

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

(Anonymous) - 2017-02-24 05:00 (UTC) - Expand

Fill: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

(Anonymous) - 2017-03-13 18:03 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

(Anonymous) - 2017-03-14 02:59 (UTC) - Expand

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Non-con role-play

(Anonymous) 2017-01-02 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yuuri and Victor are role-playing a consensual rape scenario with Yuuri as the victim. Yurio drops by there place unexpectedly, overhears, and thinks that Victor is actually assaulting Yuuri. Protective, mad Yurio and eventual clearing up of the misunderstanding please.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Non-con role-play

(Anonymous) 2017-01-18 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hey anon, I filled this for you:

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Non-con role-play

(Anonymous) - 2017-01-19 22:33 (UTC) - Expand

Takeshi/yuko/yuuri, everyone agrees yuuri is hot, past threesome

(Anonymous) 2017-01-04 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point - either pre triplets or when the triplets were younger and the nishigoris had a rare night off from looking after them - takeshi, yuko, and yuuri had a threesome.

They were all friends after all, and yuko is quite honest about her finding yuri attractive, and takeshi is comfortable enough to admit the same.

Yuuri - whether seduced on the night, or aware of the plan - is reduced to a whimpering puddle of pleasure, and everyone has a good time.

(Only squick is any of them being underage. They were all young adults when it happened, ideally.)

Re: Takeshi/yuko/yuuri, everyone agrees yuuri is hot, past threesome

(Anonymous) 2017-06-17 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)

Yuuri Katsuki, nose hooks

(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
I'm surprised I haven't seen anything like this yet, trying to give him more of a pig nose to go with the nickname.

So. Um. Yeah. That.

Any character of your choice breaks an appliance.

(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
How and why is up to anon. Sorry so random, I just need something to laugh at, thanks!

FILL: if it aint broke, don't fix it [Phichit Chulanont, gen]

(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: Damn, was this fun to do :)) I couldn't sleep, and my mind was on a roll. Plus, this really happened to us.


Once upon a time, on a sunny afternoon in Bangkok, Phichit Chulanont broke the door of the fridge twice, then broke the fridge down completely.

The big, old, white box had been a wedding gift to his parents, at that time the latest model of its kind. Among all the appliances in their house, it had been the only one that stood the test of time, lasting even longer than the old analog TV set. (His mother had been adamant about keeping it around despite the increasingly bad reception it got and the colors bleeding over all the wrong places. She'd changed her mind when she'd won a new flatscreen unit from a company raffle draw.)

In any case, this refrigerator was the last thing in the house that dated back to the humble beginnings of the Chulanont family -- given that his older sister was born two years after their marriage, and she's now twenty-four, the fridge must be a little over twenty-six years old.


"And you're telling us this, why again?" Leo sits across him and Guanghong on the bed, fiddling with his tablet's notifications. Definitely no social media again until after the US Nationals.

Phichit props his feet up the mess of pillows and blankets, putting down his beloved, two-days-wedded phone beside the gold medal. "Just remembered it all of a sudden."


As with the TV set, Pirawan Chulanont had been even more vocal against replacing the old fridge. "Only the door hinges are rusted. I'm not replacing it while it's completely functional," she argued back from the kitchen sink while Siriwan carefully shut the door, a bottle of cold water tucked in her arm.

"Mother, you cannot make us 'support the door with both hands when you open and close it' forever," the eldest of the three siblings countered back, reading verbatim the hastily-scribbled reminder stuck to the door with a Thai Skating Federation commemorative magnet. "You know how Phichit raids this thing almost every day."

"Well, he'll have to learn to 'raid the thing' less, then," their mother said simply. "He's a competitive skater; he has to eat more real food and less sweets."

Siriwan sighed in defeat. As the future doctor of the house, she was inclined to agree.

Just then, Phichit burst into the entryway, a medium-sized package in his arms. "I'm home, everyone! Yuuri sent us some Japanese snacks."

Anchalee, the youngest, squealed from behind him, also having just arrived from high school. "Ahhhhhh yesssss! Is there Pocky?! Is there?! Brother Yuuri knows I love the strawberry-flavored ones!"

The young girl excitedly pushed her brother to the kitchen, where Siriwan opened the package to sort its contents. "I'll put these in the fridge for you guys," she offered, carefully balancing the door on a low makeshift stand, then slowly pushing both implements carefully to open the refrigerator wide enough.


"No, Brother Yuuri has not heard of that until now." Yuuri emerges from the bathroom, wiping his hands dry with a paper towel. "Is that why Anchalee-chan has been avoiding me back when we visited your place?"

"What can I say? You broke her heart," Phichit mock-accuses his good friend. "She hates anything with matcha the most."

"Speaking of Pocky flavors," Guanghong pipes up, "which flavor does Yuuri like?" Suddenly, the room is quiet as the three young skaters wait for his answer with bated breath.

"... Chocolate, I guess," Yuuri mutters after a couple of minutes.

Phichit immediately wiggles his eyebrows with glee. "I'll make sure to tell Victor later!"



As mentioned earlier, it happened one sunny afternoon in Bangkok.

Phichit returned home for lunch, feeling incredibly accomplished after that morning's practice run. Landing his quadruple toe loop perfectly always gave him a euphoric rush, and he was raring to go back to the rink and skate some more until dinner time. The Cup of China is fast approaching; he can't waste a single minute.

But first, food. Some dessert wouldn't hurt. And iced water - lots of it.

He hastily opened the fridge to get the water and a box of matcha Pocky -- and froze in place when he heard a metallic creak and snap. Suddenly, the door felt a lot heavier than usual.

Phichit fearfully peered over the white door. The bottom hinge had completely come off, the holes in which the lone screw was supposed to be rusted away beyond any and all recognition.

Somewhere in his jumbled thoughts, he vaguely remembered his older sister grumbling about having to install a stupid improvised harness for the top hinge because keeping the top screw in place would not be enough to support the door's weight.

He inspected said harness from the periphery of his vision. It had all but snapped upon taking the brunt of the sudden impact earlier.

Siriwan will be so pissed off, he mentally groaned. And if there's anything Phichit doesn't want to deal with at this crucial point in time, it's an angry Siriwan. With a near-exasperated sigh, he carefully sealed the fridge shut again. He had more important things to do than this.


"I'll never understand why Mother still wanted that thing around," Phichit complains to the room at large. "Even if it was a wedding gift, it doesn't make sense to keep it if it's already broken."

"Sentimental value runs deep, my good man," Leo recites, now leaning onto Guanghong's shoulder. "Besides, if it ain't broke, don't fix it."

"They should still have gotten a new one," Phichit insists. "You gotta listen to reason."

The three laugh in unison. Knowing how the seemingly perpetually happy and cheerful Thai usually takes things like this in stride, they find it amusing how this single incident sticks out like a bad sore thumb, he is actually griping about it.

Still, though... "That's what I told you when you insisted on marrying your phone."

Phichit glares at Yuuri intensely, holding the bright green thing to his chest. "This is entirely different!" More laughter ensues.


Phichit ran back home halfway through his commute to the rink. How could he have forgotten his phone, of all things? He dashed to his room and unplugged the fully-charged gadget from the dock. He also packed the power bank and some extra hand towels while he was at it.

Exhausted from his run, he made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get some water.

This time, the door completely fell off.

"What the fuck?!"

He completely forgot about the broken door -- rather, how he'd just broken it hours earlier.

What the actual fuck.

You had one job, he thought to himself. One. Job.

If it weren't for his quick reflexes, Phichit would have almost dropped the heavy thing. Once he regained his footing, he steadied the door with both hands and leaned it against the wall. Thankfully, none of the foodstuffs in it were damaged. (The eggs, especially. He wouldn't know what to do if those were broken.)

(He'd be dead, for starters. He just refused to admit it. Fortunately, no one was home to witness his blunder.)

Phichit called Celestino to inform that he was going to be late. He had a fridge door to fix.

But first, water -- since the good old box was already wide open and all. Hah.

"What the hell?!" someone screamed from behind him, causing him to do a sudden spit take and drop the bottle he was drinking from. He didn't have time to be surprised at his ambusher, however, as the iced liquid splashed over the outlet to which the refrigerator was plugged, causing the thing to short-circuit and subsequently explode.

The kitchen was quiet as the machine made weird, whirring sounds before permanently dying down. Phichit found himself hanging on to his older sister, and she gripping tightly onto him, as well. They were frozen on the spot, both momentarily lost for words at what had just happened.

Well, that was underwhelming, was his first thought. Sister looks pretty in her white uniform, was the second.

Siriwan voiced the third for him. "Oh my god."

The lock turned from outside, and their mother announced her return to the house at large. Upon reaching the kitchen, she dropped the groceries onto the floor in shock.


"So you're buying a new fridge," Yuuri closes the story, using a very unusual deadpan tone that he usually reserves for when he's one-hundred percent done with everything. He even skipped the entire flailing-around-like-a-crazed-chicken part.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Phichit affirms, nodding away as if nothing had happened. Leo and Guanghong hold on to each other on the bed, both speechless with shock.

The Japanese skater saunters over to the desk, upon which several printed catalogues of refrigerator models were stacked. "So that's what these are for," he muses, pushing up his glasses as he read the fine print. "Why are you looking these up, though?"

"I'm paying for part of it because it was me who broke the old one." Phichit flops back onto the bed, scrolling at his phone again. "At least I have a good story to tell the children someday."

Yuuri has nothing to say against that. He wonders how his friend will begin the tale when he does tell it. Knowing him, though, it would be somewhere along, "Once upon a time..."

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov possessiveness/exhibitionism/semi-public sex

(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yuuri and Victor get it on in a semi-public/public place. Someone intrudes on the intimate moment, and Yuuri, who notices, rather than being mortified, gets very possessive and proceeds to fuck Victor even more thoroughly (much to Victor's complete and utter delight). You know, just to show the interloper whatfor.

IDEK, I kind of just want to see Yuuri completely ravish Victor in a semi-public place. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Up to the writer to decide who the intruder is (although having it be JJ would be hilarious - obvious, but hilarious) and if Victor is aware of the audience or not.

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky [exhibitionism/soft d/s]

(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The world was silent around him but for the roar of blood in his ears. His cheek was pressed hard against the wall of the shower stall attached to their locker room, ear nearly crushed against the smooth cold tiles. They hadn’t always been there, though. They’d started in the locker room right outside where Yuuri had gone down on his knees and sucked Victor off without mercy. He’d been relentless in chasing Victor’s pleasure and it was all Victor could do to stay upright. Now, of course, Yuuri had dragged him inside and pushed him against the hard tiles, one hand cradling his head while the other explored his insides.

Victor whimpered, quietly, into the wall as Yuuri breathed on his neck. “You are shaking,” he remarked with his teeth poised just above Victor’s pulse, and Victor – well, Victor could only tremble harder in response. He was rewarded with a light nip and the crooking of fingers inside him. Victor clamped down on a whine that threatened to escape from his throat just about. He wasn’t sure if Yuuri had noticed it, but he didn’t know if he should have done that.

The fingers in his hair tightened as Yuuri’s other hand slowed down below. “Don’t hold back on me now, Victor.”

And Victor, like a puppet on strings, jerked and made a soft keening noise. He didn’t want Yuuri to stop, not now. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the tiles, but to no avail. He had to settle for turning his face towards Yuuri and beg him silently with his eyes. Yuuri picked up the pace in response, but the earlier urgency as gone and the movement was both languid and unsatisfying.

“Yuuuuuriiiii,” Victor whined a little, clenching around Yuuri’s fingers. “Don’t tease me.”

Yuuri’s pupils dilated a bit more, and Victor noticed because they were so close. The blush on his beloved face spread to his neck as he fought off the new wave of arousal brought on by Victor’s words, surely, and Victor allowed himself a tiny, tiny victory. However, it was not for long because Yuuri withdrew his fingers altogether leaving Victor to feel cruelly betrayed. But then, Yuuri nearly slammed him against the wall as he changed the angle and pushed up against his body entirely. His body radiated heat like a furnace and Victor was burning up.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t prepare you that well, but I want you now,” Yuuri murmured, lifting his fringe carefully to get to the delicate shell of his ear with his teeth. He bit down just as his cock pushed its way inside Victor’s body. It burned, oh how it burned, but Victor was past caring in that moment. He knew he’d be feeling it later – especially when he returned to the rink tomorrow. However, right now, Yuuri’s weight and warmth grounded him to the present and didn’t let him think of anything beyond that. Victor turned a little bit more to press a sloppy kiss to Yuuri’s cheek, accepting his apology and giving his tacit consent to get on with it.

Yuuri took the hint and pushed into his body, setting a relentless pace right from the get-go. He grabbed Victor’s wrists in his palms and held them above Victor’s head to keep him well and truly trapped and drove into him with the same desperation that he showed on the ice, all to claim Victor’s attention and love and praise, not knowing that he’d already had that. But Victor appreciated, loved and adored Yuuri’s passion just as much. Yuuri had to do nothing to earn Victor’s love, but all he did was infinitely precious. Even this: being claimed by Yuuri’s relentless form of love, the way he held nothing back once he was in the right frame of mind was intoxicating to Victor. He was going to have new bruises tomorrow and his ass would be sore as hell, and it’d be so worth it.

“Your mind is wandering,” Yuuri informed him with a particularly hard thrust that drove the breath from Victor’s lungs. He gasped and bit his lip.

“S-sorry, Yuuri,” he said, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. He hadn’t meant to disappoint Yuuri, even if he’d only been thinking about how much he loved Yuuri, it still wasn’t all right. He felt heat prickle at the corner of his eyes. The combination of pain and pleasure was making it hard for Victor to sort out his feelings, and his only anchor was Yuuri.

And Yuuri had not slowed down at all – didn’t seem like he was ever going to stop. Victor was glad that they hadn’t turned on the showerhead before they did this, because Victor would be slipping so hard on the floor as his legs had lost their strength a long time ago. He was old and Yuuri had all the stamina in the world. His arms ached at the angle Yuuri had twisted them and his hips hurt. It really made him feel like Yuuri was only using him, his body for his own pleasure. He could see it in his mind: Yuuri fucking him raw until Victor all but bled, and then he’d come inside and ruin him for the world. And then, Yuuri would pull out and leave Victor right here on the floor, bruised and broken and used. Maybe he would even stand and admire his handiwork on Victor’s body for a while, like an artwork on display.

Tears slid down, hot and unforgiving, over Victor’s cheeks as his heart squeezed inside his chest. “Yuuri,” he begged, “Yuuri.” His voice was piteous.

“Shhhh,” Yuuri whispered, letting go of his arms to wrap his own around Victor’s torso. He pulled Victor away from the wall and gathered him close. Mouthing Victor’s bared neck, he stroked Victor’s sides with all the gentleness in the world so as to let him know that it was all right. Yuuri wasn’t mad at him. But the dam on Victor’s tears had burst already, so he just cried softly as Yuuri tried to soothe him. Victor would have thought himself messy and unattractive then, face full of tears, if he didn’t know for a fact – with a brain less addled on an emotional high – that Yuuri loved him like this the most. Taken apart with just a few gestures and words. Taken apart by Yuuri’s hands, and then later put back together by them too.

Yuuri’s orgasm hit just as Victor’s body began to stir, though he knew he wouldn’t get hard for a while yet. Yuuri came inside, biting down hard on Victor’s shoulder and nearly breaking the skin. Victor pushed his hands against the walls to keep them steady and allowed Yuuri to lean on him, just a little. When it was done, Yuuri pulled out and Victor hissed from pain. His arms trembled from the effort to keep him upright and he hurt everywhere, but that wasn’t what truly bothered him. No, it was that Yuuri was really, really quiet. He did that sometimes, but never after something like this, and yet Victor did not have the courage to turn around and ask him. So he held himself up with sheer willpower alone. Yuuri would come to him, in his own time.

Even if that was killing him right now.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait that long. Yuuri pressed his warm fingers against his abused entrance, coated with soothing cream and Victor hissed again, only this time in relief. His legs buckled and only managed to avoid hurting himself because Yuuri had grabbed him before he hit the floor. Victor buried his face into Yuuri’s chest and gulped for air, letting Yuuri fuss over him and hold him like Victor meant the world to him. The smell of Yuuri’s sweat and soap, intermingled with the scent of sex, and the shape of Yuuri and his warmth finally managed to calm him down after a few minutes.

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asked, brushing the damp hair out of Victor’s face.


“Want to go home?”


Yuuri still insisted on washing him under the hot spray, cleaned him up thoroughly before he allowed him outside the stall. He helped Victor to the benches and made him sit in his underwear as he went to grab their stuff from the locker room. It wasn’t until Yuuri was out of sight that the shower stall next to them creaked open, and Victor would have recognised those leopard-print sneakers everywhere. He raised his eyes to look at face of the eavesdropper, and found himself being hit in the face with a towel.

“You absolute asshole,” Yuri muttered, darkly, face flushed to the point that it resembled a tomato.

Victor pulled the towel away from his face, but not before he caught a whiff of something familiar from it. He glanced down at it and oh

Yuri realised his mistake far too late, because he made the most embarrassed noise in the back of his throat and went back into the stall and locked himself inside. Just as well, because Yuuri chose that moment to return with the bag slung over his shoulders. He had finished dressing up and had brought Victor’s clothes along with him. Victor set the towel aside carefully, folded his hands and smiled at Yuuri.

“I missed you, Yuuri.”

Yuuri’s faced coloured slightly as he crouched down to help Victor back into his tracksuit. “I was gone for five minutes.”

“They were the longest five minutes of my life,” Victor said, utterly guileless. His fingers curled into the soft fabric of Yuuri’s shirt and he clung to it like it was his lifeline. “I want to go home now.”

“Okay, okay,” Yuuri clucked his tongue at him and carded his fingers through Victor’s hair to straighten it. That done, he helped Victor up and pulled him close so they could walk side by side. “We can go now.”

They both looked at the extra towel on the bench at the same time, and then at the locked shower stall. Victor swallowed at the way Yuuri’s eyes darkened when he stared at the boots peeking out of the gap between the door and the floor but he did not say anything at all until they were out of earshot. Then: “Did you know –?”

“Yes,” Yuuri said, simply.

“Ah. Since when?”

“He was in there before us.”

Victor choked back his reply, unable to wait until they got home, because by then Yuuri would be ready for round two the way Victor was right now. He really couldn’t wait.

Michele Crispino/Sara Crispino - non-con, optional forced impregnation

(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Has anyone seen Brotherhood of the Wold/Le Pacte des loups? I'm not usually into non-con, but the brother/sister rape scene in that hit my id really hard for some reason, and Michele and Sara gave me some similar vibes.

Could anyone write a fic with a similar creepy and obsessive dynamic, in which Michele doesn't react well to being cut out of Sara's life and rapes her?

Bonus points if he tries to knock her up to ruin her career and make her dependent on him.

Extra bonus points if he succeeds, forces her to carry to term, and spends a lot of time rubbing/rubbing off on her swollen belly while she has to pretend to be happy.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - weight gain, stuffing, belly kink

(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
After he retires, Yuuri starts gaining weight. Victor likes it.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - tie kink

(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't care which one's wearing it and which one's kinking on it

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor is a bit of an exhibitionist and dangerously persuasive, so they keep getting caught in various stages of PDA and semi-public sex by EVERYBODY. Cue Yuri ranting and raving about how disgusting they are, others cooing about how cute they are, others totally casual about it, and Yakov just being utterly and completely 100% DONE. (But in a fond way.)

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

(Anonymous) 2017-04-20 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)

"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 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.


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.


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?"

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.)

Victor Nikiforov/Christophe Giacometti, "See you at the Worlds!"

(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Chris does see Victor at the Worlds, and after the medal ceremony ends up making out with him in the bathroom. The start of a beautiful friends-with-benefits relationship.

+ coming in pants (either or both!)
++ they are both virgins

Really, I just want awkward teenage athletic fumblings. It's both great and embarrassing.

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Christophe Giacometti, "See you at the Worlds!"

(Anonymous) 2017-01-24 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope this was the kind of thing you were looking for, OP.


It's been a long day, and Chris is exhausted; that's the only explanation for how he gets out of the stall and halfway through washing his hands before he notices that Victor is there. He doesn't seem to have noticed Chris, either. The crown of blue roses – maybe the same one as at the European Championship, maybe a new one given to him because it suits him so well – is set aside on the dark counter top, and Victor is picking at his hair with both hands. It's not in its ponytail anymore, but spilling over his shoulders and down his back.

Chris watches him as he finishes scrubbing at his fingernails, hears Victor mutter – probably cursing – in Russian. He's working out knots and tangles, and the one he's currently fighting with isn't coming out nicely.

Victor finally sees him after he's turned off the water and is flicking it from his hands; he glances over, then turns his head and puts on a bright smile. Earlier, Chris was sure that Victor hadn't recognized him from Paris, but he certainly does now, after Chris fought his way to a place next to him on the podium. "Oh, Chris," he says, voice much more pleasant than it was a moment ago.

"Hi," he says, feeling stupid a moment later for saying it; they'd last seen each other not that long ago. "Is your hair okay?"

"It just tangles easily," Victor laughs, turning his eyes briefly to the knot still caught between his hands. "I forgot my comb somewhere, but I didn't want it to be a mess."

"Right," Chris says. He takes his time drying his hands off, watching Victor continue to struggle in the mirror. He hesitates after he drops the paper towels into the bin. It's quiet and they're alone, and Victor isn't looking his way at all, so it feels entirely natural to stare for a while.

Victor is very pretty; in a few years he will probably be quite handsome, but for now, even off the ice – even fighting his hair in a bathroom lit with unflattering florescent light – there's something that is almost ethereal about him, enchanting. Maybe it's his hair, shiny and thick with fine strands and a rare shade of silver. Maybe it's his long eyelashes, fluttering as Victor squints at the knot he holds. Maybe it's his hands, with their long, slim fingers. Maybe it's just the way he moves even like this – deliberate, elegant.

He also seems to be making slow progress with the tangles.

"Do you need help?" Chris asks. Victor's head jerks up as he first meets Chris's gaze in the mirror, then twists over his shoulder.

"Oh, no," he says, "it's okay, I can handle it." It's true, of course, but Chris can't draw his eyes away from the locks draped forward over Victor's shoulder for easier access, except to look down to where his hair clings to the curve of his back, his waist, or up to admire how well it frames Victor's face. Victor is staring. Chris is staring. It's rude of him. "Well," Victor adds after the moment has stretched into awkward, "if you want to help, you can."

"Are you sure?" he asks even as he steps closer and starts to reach one hand out.

"Here, you take this side – be gentle."

Chris is careful. He stands behind him and does his best to copy Victor's strategy: start at the ends until they comb smoothly and work his way up. He tugs his fingers through slowly so it won't hurt when they inevitably snag on a tangle, and he tries not to pull on Victor's scalp as he works each of them apart. Most slide out easily; some are truly knotted, and with some of those he ends up having to take out the strands one or two at a time until it falls apart. Victor makes a pleased sound at one point but is otherwise silent. Chris is, too.

It's nice. It's more than that – intimate, getting to pet Victor's lovely hair in this silence. He wishes that they weren't in a public bathroom, that they were in a low-lit hotel room or outside under the moonlight in some park instead. Somewhere quiet and dark where they could have all the time they wanted together, rather than having to face interviews in a few minutes.

Eventually they work everything out together, and Victor drops his hands. Chris keeps running his fingers through the silky strands. Victor doesn't tell him to stop. When Chris peeks over his shoulder, the reflections of Victor's eyes are closed. So he continues to move his hands, smoothing it all down from the crown of Victor's head down to the tips.

They're standing very close. He wants to – on an impulse he runs his fingernails closer to the scalp on the next stroke, not quite scratching. Victor gives a little gasp at that, leans back slightly. His eyes open. Chris meets his gaze in the mirror again as he pulls his hand out of Victor's hair, moves it back up, and does the same thing. On the third time, Victor's eyelids lower and he pushes into Chris's hand.

Before he can do it once more, Victor turns. He takes Chris's face in his hands, and for a second they just look at each other. Victor's palms creep up his jaw; his fingers push into his hairline. He leans down as Chris leans up, and their lips meet. Victor is warm and his lips are soft, coated in a thin layer of chapstick of some kind. The kiss is over too soon, so Chris sets his hands on Victor's shoulders and pulls them into a second, then a third and fourth. One hand digs further into his hair, while the other arm wraps around Chris's upper back and grips hard, drawing them even closer together.

When Victor's mouth opens beneath his, Chris copies him and leans in harder, making an embarrassing kind of strange whine. This feels good, the way their mouths move together, the heat he can feel rising in him, the noise Victor makes when he tangles one hand in his hair. He can't help but shove forward, wanting more.

Victor eventually breaks the kiss and makes a little space between them when Chris tries to follow him. Chris's face is very hot; he must be all red. At least Victor, too, has gone pink, panting just as hard as him. "Can we...." Victor starts. He pauses and licks his lips. "The, ah, the counter hurts."

It takes him several seconds to understand what Victor is saying, and he glances down at the sharp counter edge he's been shoving Victor into. "Oh! Yes, sure, should we...?"

"Let's try this." Victor stands fully upright and turns them around, then drops his hands to Chris's hips and lifts him up onto the counter on the opposite side of sink from the forgotten rose crown. Chris contemplates putting it back on Victor's head – it really does look good on him, with his silver hair and bright blue eyes – but it will probably get knocked off again. Instead, he makes a face and shuffles a bit farther from the sink, momentarily grumpy about the stray drops of water now soaking through his leggings.

Only momentarily, because then Victor is right there again. They seem to be even closer like this, with Victor now standing between his knees. Chris lets his arms fall around Victor's shoulders and draws him into another kiss. Victor touches a hand to his chest, the other still wrapped firmly on his hip. The angle is different now – the counter isn't very high, but it's evened out their heights, put Chris a couple of centimeters above Victor. He thinks he likes it better this way. Hopefully he'll get a little taller soon.

He shoves his tongue in Victor's mouth and god, he feels so hot. He can feel Victor's teeth against his tongue, Victor's hand pressing fresh bruises into his hip, the vibration in Victor's throat as he moans and pulls Chris closer to the edge of the counter. Chris wraps one leg around Victor's and tucks his foot in, while he tries to lock the other against the drop-off somehow for balance, but it's difficult when Victor is being so distracting, and he's distracted further a moment later when their teeth click too hard against each other and they both reel back.

Nothing seems chipped, though, so he fulfills the desire he can read in the hand clenched in his jacket and pulls the zipper down, shrugs it off. It gets caught around his elbows and he has to remember that his other arm needs to let go of Victor for a moment to get it off, but it only takes a few seconds to toss it to the side, where he can distantly hear it slide off the counter. Victor kisses him again, and then breaks it before Chris wants him to in order to press kisses to his cheek, down to his neck, as he pushes his fingers under the collar of Chris's shirt. They're very cold fingers.

"Here," Chris pants against Victor's temple. He grabs the hand and pulls it out, then shoves it under the bottom hem to rest on his stomach. "They'll warm up faster like this."

There's a huff of air against his neck, and Victor kisses it once more. His other hand finally lets go of Chris's hip and creeps upward. Chris clutches at Victor's shoulders again – to have something to do with his hands at first, and then for support, because Victor is starting to lean him back at an awkward angle and his muscles are still sore from the actual skating he did earlier.

Victor's hands do warm quickly as his fingers run over every ticklish spot on Chris's waist – making him squirm and tell Victor to knock it off, which gets him a real laugh this time – before one moves further up and slowly, almost shyly, rubs over the edges of one nipple. It feels good, enough to make his toes curl a little, enough to force a weird high-pitched noise from his throat. So Victor does it again, with less hesitation, and again, leans them further and further until Chris has to slap one hand down on the counter for balance.

Unfortunately, it's a very smooth counter that's speckled with water drops. His hand slips; his head slams back into the mirror.

"Fuck," he gasps, then adds a few more curse words for good measure. The warm body over him lifts.

"Are you hurt?" Victor asks, his blue eyes gone wide. Chris winces and (much more carefully, this time) levers himself up to prod at the back of his head.

"No, no. It's already fading." It is; the pain was sharp but seems to be short-lived. He wants to get back to what they were doing before – Victor is now too far away, still peering at him, one hand on the counter and the other fisted in the hem of Chris's shirt. "I'm fine," he says with a smile, dropping his hand from the sore spot. "Hold on, let's–"

They get off the counter. There's a tiled wall separating the sinks from the rest of the bathroom, and that should do. He pushes Victor against it, then himself against Victor, tilting his head up for another kiss as he slides his hands up and under Victor's own top layers. He shivers as Chris brushes his fingers over the defined muscles of his stomach, his bottom ribs, then clutches Chris closer – if there was even room left between them – and deepens their kiss.

Chris lets his hands settle around Victor's narrow waist and tries to keep up with the kiss, the way Victor moves his mouth and presses their tongues together. His lips tingle; so does his back, where Victor keeps pulling at it and moving his hands up, down. He feels so very, very hot. It's difficult not to start rubbing up against Victor. Somewhere he still remembers that they have something to do soon, that they probably should have stopped a while ago, in fact.

But who has time for that? A few days ago, Victor barely remembered him at all; now he's gasping against Chris, strands of his pretty hair sticking to his face around his bright (and not entirely focused) eyes, his heartbeat rapid against his lips when they finally pull their mouths away from each other and Chris pushes his face to Victor's neck. It's so rewarding to have this effect, to make Victor produce those tiny keening sounds, to feel him clutching at his shirt. All of that beautiful strength, the strength that propels Victor through all of his quads and up to the top of the podium, now being used to keep Chris close.

"Chr – Chris, Chris," he gasps into his hair, his voice gone low. Chris shivers to hear his name said like that and shifts his hands up, all future plans entirely forgotten.

Loud footsteps suddenly clunk by the bathroom door. The two of them freeze, looking at each other, but thankfully whoever it is doesn't come inside.

"The press conference," Victor says, his voice a bit faint. He looks entirely unlike how he did on the ice, his hair a mess again and his lips a deep pink. "We need to go."

"Right." It takes them a couple of minutes to actually pull away from each other, though, to disentangle their hands from each other's shirts. Victor's the one to gently push him off; Chris can't help but claim one last kiss, and then one last kiss, before he lets Victor move away, leaving him feeling suddenly chilled.

Victor fusses with his hair in front of the mirror again, while Chris picks up his jacket and splashes cold water on his face. It's gone quite red under his tan. Victor, too, is flushed, but it looks a bit more natural on him. "Do you need help?" he asks again. Victor throws him a look. Chris reaches out anyway and helps smooth his hair down – it doesn't seem to be actually tangled, just ruffled, and it's soon back to looking picture-perfect. "I can put it up for you," he offers.

Victor shakes his head. "I know the right height to tie it at," he says as he slips an elastic from under the wrist of his jacket and begins to pulls his hair up into a ponytail. Chris picks up the rose crown and gives it a little jiggle to fluff it up again. Right at that moment, the door to the bathroom slams open. Both of them whip around with a startled jump.

It's Victor's coach, and he looks furious. Chris makes out a "Vitya," and then a long string of what must be Russian, and which sounds very angry.

Victor puts a smile on his face, though, doesn't look shaken at all. "Chris was just helping me finish getting ready," he says lightly. "I'm sorry we took so long."

His coach glances at Chris, who hastily plonks the crown on Victor's head, then gives it an adjustment a moment later. "How's that?" he asks.

"Perfect!" Victor checks it briefly in the mirror, then gives their reflections another bright smile. "Okay, let's get going." He grabs Chris's hand and pulls him out of the room, swiftly down the hall.

Chris tightens the grip. Victor's hand in his is warm.

Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - possessiveness/exhibitionism

(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
After Yuuri finished performing Eros, Viktor proceeds to drag him away and get it on with him in a public/semi-public place. Someone comes looking for Yuuri to congratulate him and found them doing it. Completely mortified, Yuuri tries to scramble away from Viktor and cover himself up but Viktor won't let him. Being the possessive person he is, Viktor proceeds to thoroughly fuck Yuuri in front of the person and any protest from Yuuri is promptly silenced/cut off by Viktor.

Re: Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - possessiveness/exhibitionism

(Anonymous) 2017-03-04 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god, yes. Would die if it was in front of Minami or Chris.

Yuuri/Victor, cheating, NTR

(Anonymous) 2017-01-16 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Don't get me wrong I love Victuuri and I'm sure they have healthy faithful relationship. But I just love Netorare so much and want at least one story about it. There could be different scenarios:

1) Victor and Yuuri are not in relationship yet. Thinking that Yuuri is not loving him back, Victor sleeps around a lot. Yuuri knows it and suffers, but can't help but spying on Victor being fucked by random men.

2) They are in relationship, but have a very bad fight. Being mad, Victor flirts with random stranger (or some canon character) and it leads to drunk one-night stand. It's mind-blowing, but next day Victor regrets it.

3) Yuuri deeply loves Victor and loved back, but his insecurity strikes again. He cheats on Victor with someone less perfect, because he thinks he didn't deserve Victor. Despite this, Yuuri is not able to break up with Victor, because he loves him too much, so he conceals his cheating.

Re: Yuuri/Victor, cheating, NTR

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got a "Victor fucks Yuri P on the side 'cause he's an unethical slut" one in the works. Multichapter, end game negotiated poly where Yuri and Yuuri are metamours. Does this fit the bill?

Re: Yuuri/Victor, cheating, NTR

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Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, Yuri Plistesky/Other; netorare, masturbation

(Anonymous) 2017-01-17 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Otabek lives Yuri and Yuri loves him too! Just... not enough to stop getting fucked by other dudes and sending Otabek pictures. Beka jerks off to them.

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, Yuri Plistesky/Other; netorare, masturbation

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
On TV, Yuri's finishing up his free skate. He did brilliant, as usual, camera zooming in on the shit-eating grin full of smug satisfaction which tells Otabek that Yuri knows it, too. The final scores come out and sure enough--this would be another gold. Otabek wishes he could have been there in person, but The Four Continents are coming. Otabek thinks he' s got an actual chance to win, so he's been spending as much time as possible at the rink.

Yuri goes and sits next to Yakov, grinning. Yakov's pleased, too.

Otabek starts fiddling with his cell phone and pretends he's not waiting for it to ring like a schoolgirl.

"Beka, did you see that?" Yuri says without preamble, still excited. "I did it, I landed everything!"

"And your spins had very good speed to them," Otabek says. "Congratulaitons. You deserve that gold."

"I wish you were here, so we could celebrate," Yuri says. "Leo's taking us clubbing later."

"Have fun! And take pictures!" Otabek manages to squeeze in before Yakov calls for Yuri and Yuri needs to go.


Colorado's eleven hours ahead of Moscow, so it's mid-morning and Otabek is at the rink. He should really focus on his form, but he can't stop getting distracted by half-dread, half-excitement. Would Yuri do it? When? Where? Who with? He needs to get on his cell phone to find out, but his coach watches like a hawk. He could be doing it right now, and Otabek wouldn't know.

Distracted, he lands hard on his butt. His coach scowls.

"Sorry, toilet," Otabek says, and fuck this. He's out the rink and in a stall within a minute. His phone is blinking to alert him to a new message. Otabek opens it as soon as he closes the stall door.

My reward, the message says, and underneath it is a picture of Yuri looking up, mouth stretched around a black dick so big he can barely fit a third of it in. Otabek's feeling so inadequate and yet he can't help starting to get hard.

You good with this, my man? comes another text. i got your boyfriend's phone he says to shoot and send whatever

good Otabek says, and admitting it makes him feel even more pathetic.

Waiting for the next pic is torture: it gives Otabek the time to think, and that never goes well. They don't talk about this, but Otabek's always felt less than--starting from their earlier skating days when he'd had to work twice as hard at things Yuri got on the first go. On through their teenage years, when only Victor had existed for him, Otabek treated like he's part of the furniture. He'd finally dared to make a move, but deep down he knows it's only because Yuri can't have Victor, now that he's actually married and training bright hopefuls out of Denver. Up to now, when Yuri shows him he could get someone else whenever he wants, and sends pictures.

The pictures tear Otabek's heart in two, but he can't look away from them either. They go in a special folder and he hasn't deleted a single one, even the crap and smudgy ones. Yuri is always so, so beautiful, in every one of them.

What he gets next is even better--it's a vid file. Yuri and Black Guy are on some cheap hotel bed. Yuri is on all fours, making the most wretched sounds as the black guy pumps into him. Then black guy pulls out all the way and shows Otabek Yuri's gaping, stretched hole, and Otabel just can't--he digs into his tracks where his cock is rock-hard, and rubs. Black guy lines himself up and slides in again. The phone shakes as he thrusts and gives Otabek a view of Yuri's curved back, his head down on the pillow. The video cuts off.

Otabeck's breath catches in his throat. He wishes he could wreck Yuri like this--wishes he were good enough, but he isn't.

Another video arives. Black guy holds the phone in one hand and has the other on Yuri's hip, pulling him towards himself to meet his thrusts. Then black guy grunts and starts pumping harder--Otabek can tell the exact time when he comes. He pulls out, and Yuri's hole is again stretched and ready, only this time come starts leaking out of it and down his balls.

Otabek wishes he were there; wants to fuck into that hole, into the other guy's come, and it doesn't take him long after for his hand to speed up and him to come over it.

He closes his eyes and pants, his heart still beating fast enough to come out of his chest.

What a fucking trip.

The phone pings again. It's another video, this time of Yuri, on his back and looking an absolute wreck, finishing himself off. He makes a chu~ face at the camera.

The final thing he receives is a picture of Yuri's face, eyes closed, golden hair strewn on the pillow. The text reads, your guy is dead to the world. i tucked him in. he said to tell you he's looking forward to coming home. don't know who you are, man, but you're so lucky you landed him; thanks for sharing.

Cristophe Giacometti & Yakov Feltsman/Lilia Baranovskaya, sex pointers

(Anonymous) 2017-01-20 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Chris "mature eros" Giacometti somehow finds out how adventurous and kinky Yakov and Lilia's sex life was when they were married. He wants details, pointers. Yakov is horrified.

Optional fun things to include, feel free to mix and match:

-Chris going through Victor to get ahold of Yakov's ear
-Chris emailing questions, badly translated into Russian
-Lilia finding out about this and giving Chris the hands-on lesson of his life
-Chris' boyfriend being involved in any supportive capacity
-Any of the Russian skaters, or Yuuri, finding out about Yakov's weird rauchy pen pal; hijinks ensue

Actual sexual content not required, I want embarrassing shenanigans most of all. But if you go for writing Lilia/Yakov or Lilia/Chris sex into a fill, make it safe sane and consensual but beyond that, sky's the limit.

Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

(Anonymous) 2017-01-20 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Phichit likes to get frisky in semi-public places because he loves the risk of exposure. Celestino is way too old for this, a bit at a loss for how this started in the first place, but ultimately too weak to anything Phichit wants because he cares about him a lot and the enthusiasm is infectious.

Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded. This.


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Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

(Anonymous) 2017-01-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A couple of years down the line, when they're competing against one another and Minami is hot instead of adorable.

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Would you mind terribly if it was vicarious revenge sex for Yuuri taking Victor away?

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

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Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

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Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

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(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
my firstborn for victuuri daddy kink fic

like with actual shame and humiliation around fessing up to it and spanking and being rewarded with going for cakes and hot chocolate even though superstrict skater diet and fat-shame skater issues

Victor/Yuuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Victor/Yuuri/Yuri - College Student AU

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yuri Plisetsky is poor, but smart, and has an iron work ethic. When his grandfather dies and his pension dries up, there's nothing left for him in Russia--no money, and no prospects. He applies for a scholarship to study Japanese from the Japanese Ministry of Education, and half a year later, arrives at The Tokyo Foreign Languages University. Katsuki Yuuri is a Hasetsu country bumpkin, but his parents at least have enough to support him while he studies in Tokyo. Luckily for Yuuri, Victor, his exchange student boyfriend from Russia, can't tell a country bumpkin from the next twinky Japanese gay boy. Yuuri is very, very lucky to land such a hot, blonde guy--and sees no reason why he shuoldn't land another. Or, preferably, both of them at once.

Re: Victor/Yuuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Victor/Yuuri/Yuri - College Student AU

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
God someone please fill this

Any male/Yuri Plisetsky - butt plug while skating

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Yurio lost a bet and is forcet to skate with a plug up his butt. It can be practice, a competition, whatever.
You choose the pairing, as long as it's M/M. Threesomes are ok too

Seung-Gil x A Dog, Bestiality

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Seung-Gil Lee loves dogs a bit too much, but he would never take an advantage over a non-sentient being. But once he meet a gorgeous dog, who is sentient, can talk and even solve mystery cases. Seung-Gil is charmed and easily seduced.

(Anonymous) 2017-01-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so intrigued by this prompt and specifically the "can even solve mystery cases" part. Is it just me, or are you functionally asking for Seung-Gil x Scooby Doo?

because I would read that fic. idk if I would write that fic — hilariously, because I can't really do case fic — but man, live your dreams, anon.


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Fill: Seung-Gil x A Dog, Bestiality

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JJ x His Canadian Fan, non-con

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Remember that man with Canadian flag? He is the biggest fan of JJ.
I want a fic where he is a bit obsessed with JJ and tries to get into his pants, consensual or not.

Guang Hong x Leo de la Iglesia, AU based on Guang Hong's fantasy

(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Guang Hong is cool hitman, Georgi is his nemesis. Basically, the same story like his dream during skating, only Guang Hong fucks Leo in the end.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - urban legend love life/lack of

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone knows Viktor is a worldly, experienced Casanova-type who loves them and leaves them, and Yuuri is a shy, blushing virgin who hasn't so much as held a person's hand before meeting Viktor, let alone had actual sex.

In reality, Yuuri's time in Detroit may or may not have granted him a(n entirely sincere) reputation as a player and a sex god (to Yuuri's consternation), while Viktor has barely made it past second base with the few partners he has had.

Fluff, angst (if the filler wishes), and, of course, hilarity ensues.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - urban legend love life/lack of

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Seconding this!!

Yuuri used to work as a stripper in Detroit to make ends meet; ice skating is expensive yo!

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
That's why he knows how to do such a great job at the hotel afterparty.

I'm in it for the gritty Yurio backstory, no preference what other characters are involved

Re: Yuuri used to work as a stripper in Detroit to make ends meet; ice skating is expensive yo!

(Anonymous) 2017-01-22 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
x'cuse me-- gritty Yuuri backstory, misspelled.