yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

Prompt Post 1

Notes: This post might contain adult contents. Proceed at your own discretion.

This is the place where you can request fics and fill requests

Rules (May change later):
1.Anon not necessary but recommended.
2.Put pairings/kinks/tropes/warnings on the comment title.
3.Any kink is fine. Fic or art fills is fine. Multi fills is encouraged.
4.If you see anything you don't like scroll down or use Dw blocker.
5.For the ease of prompt finding and email tracking please use full names from the official site in the comment title, except please write Yuri Katsuki as Yuuri Katsuki to differentiate him from Yuri Plisetsky.
6.For email subscription you must have dreamwidth account, then click on the bell icon above this post and choose 'email me when someone comments on this post'

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

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

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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

They go at it after the pool in Barcelona.

[rubs hands gleefully, I have not written DP before, but oh well, hope u like it OP!]

---

Guang-hong's body is damp with sweat as Leo works two fingers into his ass. Phichit is propped against the pillows, leg spread and Guang-hong lies between them, mouth on Phichit's cock even as he arches his ass up in the air for Leo. And Leo -- well, Leo wonders if they'll ever get to the part they want to, or if they'd just come like this.

Phichit laughs, a throaty, soft affair, and cards his fingers affectionately through Guang-hong's hair. He looks Leo in the eye and then motions to hurry up, gesturing at the paraphernalia lying next to them. Leo gets the hint, huffs and pours more lube over Guang-hong's stretched rim. To his credit, Guang-hong only twitches a little. Leo withdraws his hand and picks up a dildo in his hand, fingering the flared head with some curiosity mixed with trepidation.

It's a hard fit, but it's not impossible. He bends down and kisses the base of Guang-hong's spine. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Guang-hong turns to glance at him, face flushed and lips swollen, but there's no hesitation on his face. He is anxious, maybe a little scared, but he's not backing out. Phichit strokes Guang-hong's puffed out cheeks with his thumbs and soothes him with soft words as Leo fucks him with the dildo.

They promised to go together, so neither of them want to be the one to loosen Guang-hong to accept both of them. That's what the dildo is for. It helps that Guang-hong has already come once before -- Phichit had eaten him out just as Leo drank him down.

Leo continues mouthing Guang-hong's back as they both prepare him, until Guang-hong is squirming under their joint effort with impatience rather than discomfort.

"I --" he pulls his mouth off Phichit's cock and coughs a little. "I'm ready, I think." His voice is hoarse, wrecked. He looks wrecked too, and Leo's pulse beats in his untouched cock. He's been hard forever and yet, it's worth the wait.

"How are we going to do this?" Phichit asks, fingers still cradling Guang-hong's face gently. Letting him know how precious he is. The warmth in Phichit's eyes stirs something in Leo's belly too.

"Let him sit in your lap, and I can join from behind."

"B-but," Guang-hong says, turning around to clasp at Leo's wrist. "I want to see Leo's face too."

"All right, then you can face him first," Phichit says, kissing Guang-hong's shoulder. "Let's both look at Leo together."

Guang-hong giggles, only a little nervous, as he clambers atop Phichit's thighs and seats himself over his lap. Phichit angles his cock at Guang-hong's entrance and then slowly, very slowly pushes himself inside. A soft sound escapes his lips and he curls his fists into the sheets.

"Relax, relax or else he won't be able to fit." He mouths the words into Guang-hong's shoulder, voice strained.

Leo moves in then, slotting himself between their spread legs and pushes his finger where Phichit and Guang-hong are joined together. They both hiss in pleasure, so Leo pulls out and replaces it his blunt cockhead. It's a really tight-fit, almost impossible to push his way inside without hurting Guang-hong, and it's the idea of causing him pain that has Leo hesitating for far too long.

Guang-hong's fingers find Leo's face, tilting his face back up to look at his partners, both sweaty and flushed and aching from need. "I -- I need you, Leo. Don't keep me waiting."

"But--"

Guang-hong places his finger over Leo's lips.

"I want this. So much. I need you inside. Please."

Leo blanks out for a moment, and before he even knows it, he's pushing his way inside. Not gentle at all, but his cock rubs against Phichit's inside, ensconced in Guang-hong's impossibly tight heat.

Guang-hong for his part makes a high-pitched whine and his head falls over Phichit's shoulder, eyes rolling in the back of his head.

"Breathe," Leo says and captures his lips into a soft, open-mouthed kiss. Guang-hong's heart beats a frantic beat against his chest, Phichit's warmth is all-enveloping this close, the cage of his arms all around him, and the inside Guang-hong's body is melting him down to his bones.

They are moving, setting an erratic rhythm, pressing against Guang-hong's burgeoning length as he gets used to the stretch and the pain. He still can't breathe very well, so he and Phichit take turn breathing with him. The friction is too much and neither he nor Phichit can last very long, so they give it everything they have. Bouncing Guang-hong's slender frame between them, rocking his body with irregular thrusts and roll of hips.

Drool leaks from his mouth and he's making noises, soft, pleased, pained whimpers as he tries to articulate what he feels. It's the sight of him, wrecked beyond recognition, that has Leo's stomach tighten with a familiar heat and he feels his cock throb inside.

"O-oh god, Leo, you feel even bigger somehow," Phichit murmurs, gasps against Leo's lips, and that's what breaks the camel's back. He comes with a low noise, poured into Phichit's mouth as he spills inside Guang-hong's willing body. Phichit goes rigid below them and spills as well, their moans and gasps mingling together.

Phichit slides out first, followed with Leo as they collapse in a heap on the bed, spent in the best of ways. Guang-hong nestles into Phichit, rocking himself against Phichit's thigh while Leo buries his face in Guang-hong's back and strokes the tender skin of the inside of his thighs and his stretched entrance. He's sleepy and exhausted after he does come -- which didn't take that long -- so Phichit and Leo take turns cleaning him with soft, damp towels, and when they are done, they wrap arms around each other and join him in the bed.

"We should do this again," Guang-hong says softly, shyly.

They can only grin in response, too spent to go at it again right away, unfortunately.

How about all three? Set a few years after the series, everyone's over 20. Hope this fits the bill!

The picture shows up on his phone around eight in the evening. Phichit's just wrapping up a late practice -- not that it's not going great, but he's really feeling the music today in an awesome way, and since he's on a roll, who is he to put a lid on that? So he's in the locker room working off his skates, which seem like they've just up and decided to weld themselves to his feet. And then his phone buzzes.

He almost drops it when he opens up the text.

It's from an unfamiliar number with a phone code from a different country. And that's not that weird, he's swapped digits with plenty of other skaters. He's got as many friends from out-of-borders as not. No, the shock to his system isn't that. It's the legs.

A set of soft, pale legs, in such high resolution he can see the texture of the skin and some light freckling. Dark hair trickles down from a navel off camera, down into a pair of lace panties. The caption with the photo reads: aren't they cute? <3

Oh, shit.

The panic mostly subsides, enough for him to begin texting back: i think u have the wrong number!!! Sir? Ma'am? He checks the picture again. Splayed across the waistband is the photographer's hand. Presumably. The nails are painted a pastel green to match the ribbon at the hems. Probably meant to suggest vines, to go along with the dusty rose flowers. But the nails are short and the fingers are long and the tips don't taper gently. Ma'am? There's all kinds of hands in the world, it doesn't mean anything. Which draws his eyes to the focal point of the image. The unmistakable silhouette of a cock, half-hard against the fabric.

Yeah, this was definitely meant for someone else's eyes. He shuts his, braces himself, and hits send. Talk about embarrassing. The reply arrives in minutes. Phichit's managed to finally free his poor, aching feet and doesn't jump quite so much when the phone buzzes again.

oh nooooo ;A; so embarrassing! i'm sorry!!!

no worries friend!! have fun lol. but check your numbers next time!!!!

He's almost forgotten about the mixup entirely The second picture comes in around six in the morning. Or a little before. When Phichit sees how much time is left before his alarm's set to go off, it's all he can do not to cry. And the text is from Leo. Who knows better. Dude. So it's probably important, he assumes. Because he's an amazing friend like that.

It's a series of pictures. First a close-up of Leo's mouth, smiling. One of his hand smoothing its way down his chest. Another of his mouth, lips pressed together to mime blowing a kiss. And then back down between his legs, where he's palming himself through his shorts. And a caption:

Looking good, man.

Since when did he become a magnet for everyone's dick pictures?

lol u wouldn't say that if u saw the pillow marks on my face. leo, my buddy my guy... u got the wrong number.

Oh, damn, sorry about that! Go back to sleep!!

too late, now u owe me a coffee. the fanciest coffee.

Let it never be said he isn't a patient, understanding friend. Maybe he should throw in a cookie, because, well, unsolicited dicks. But then his phone buzzes again.

It's mysterious stranger number one, back at it again with the lacies. He's got the waistband pulled down just enough to showcase the jut of his hip and the tip of his cock blushing over the white lace trim. Where the leg hole has slipped aside, Phichit can see this tiny little beauty mark at the root of his cock.

they'd look even better with your hands slipping them off. <3 <3

Okay, now that's just a little too well-timed. Phichit lays back down against the pillows and flips the lamp on properly. No point in pretending he's not up for real now. He swipes back to Leo's messages, mulling over just how many cookies he can get out of him. He thinks he's heard they've got some frappe flavors over in the U.S. that they don't do here.

Weird. Leo's messages really do match up with Mister Soft and Lacy's. So how's it he's getting messages from the both of them?

uhhhhhh, u might want to tell the bae to check his too. just saying.

To the other party, he writes:

gone done it again my friend

Oops, Leo writes. Followed immediately with a photo of himself winking.

The unknown number texts back nearly simultaneously: oh my god

it happens!!! just be more careful????

more, the stranger writes.

What?

His phone buzzes with another message from Leo. His eyes are locked on the camera lens, head tilted down to lap at the pad of his own thumb. Just below, an image of a thumb pressed against the head of the stranger's cock. The polish is a little chipped, but it's still there. He's been added to their conversation.

Don't worry, Leo writes. Plenty of room for one more.

He doesn't delete it. God knows he probably should, but he keeps it and he jerks himself off in the bathroom before he goes for his morning run. The texts keep coming in. A hand grasping at the bedsheets. Phichit has his suspicions -- in all his latest posts, Guang-Hong's rocking the manicure. Easy enough to pass it off as part of his costume. Guy sure does love his earth tones. He gives the picture a like. It feels like a heavy move even though it's not as if it means much to anyone else.

Guang-Hong texts him privately, the number still unfamiliar in his phone contacts. Phichit makes a note to update it a little later.

i knew you'd like it!

A photo appears in Phichit's feed: Guang-Hong posing with a few sticks of candied hawthorne in hand. A photo appears in his texts: two green-lacquered fingertips pressing against a pair of soft lips.

Two green-lacquered fingertips pushing between a pair of soft lips.

Leo uploads a video of himself sliding across the ice past the camera, moonwalking in his skates. He sends the two of them a picture of his cock in his hand. Looking at it closely in the bathroom stall, Phichit can see the circumcision scar. Kind of makes his head feel a little light.

miss you

Come visit soon.

It's....dizzying.

Phichit writes between them at last: guys.....

we want to see you

lololol u guys are something else.

I miss you both.

Phichit's belly drops out.

So much.

i like his laugh <3 <3

Me too.

u guys are the worst!!!

Just for good measure, he takes a picture of himself holed up in the stall, low-watt lighting, grainy resolution and everything. So they can see his pain.

im supposed to be practicing right now!!

Well, can't skate with a hard-on. Lol. Now is not the time to wonder if he's speaking from experience. At all.

better take care of that!

Yeah, Phichit thinks, slipping his waistband down in resignation. They're really the worst.

Would you be adverse to some unrequited Chris/Victor?

Any squicks?

not OP

That was great! I love how mischievous Leo and Guang Hong were.

Oh my god anon

Oh my god

When I saw there was a fill I had to stop and have a heart attack

And then all three prompt ideas, pause for transient ischemic attack

The stroke explains the weird smile that my face seems to have frozen into

Then I saw the gates of Heaven as I read. Aka ANON YOU DAMN WELL MADE MY DAY THANK YOU THIS IS EXTREMELY PERFECT I COULDNT ASK FOR A BETTER FILL

will you be posting it on ao3? > >

For the ease of prompt finding and email tracking please use full names from the official site in the comment title, except please write Yuri Katsuki as Yuuri Katsuki to differentiate him from Yuri Plisetsky.

Names are listed in the main body of this post.

Not the OP, but hot damn. Definitely don't mind this being the first fic I've read for this threesome!

Yo, phichit anon again

The boys bond over liking cute things, phichit introduces Guang Hong to ladyboy culture, and they get prettied up and go out.

Writer can choose to have them go out on a cute date or to a club in sexy outfits, whereever this takes you.

Sex is optional but appreciated, especially if you go the club route. Feel free to have cameos *cough*chrisperving*cough*

Nice!

Oooh, I didn't even imagine this as a deliberate seduction thing when I read the prompt, but I love it and it makes perfect sense with how they are in the show.

=D looking forward to it!

<33333333333

They're a force to be feared!

Haha, that you, OP? Anyway, I'm glad it made you happy! I do love these little nerds.

I did end up posting it on AO3 -- I wasn't sure it was long enough to stand on its own, so I just added it as a subchapter to a compilation fic. You can find it as the sixth chapter in "Grand Prix Photo Album"!

This sounds so darn adorable, hipe it gets a fill

OP - not at all! :)

I aim to please! <3

Sweet and hot and slow-roasted until tender! Just like Emil, the morning after. Thank you!

Thanks!

(thank you FFA for the idea)

Sara poses for the ESPN Body Issue. Michele does too so that ~~Emil~~ people will look at him instead of at his sister. Emil couldn't be happier.

OP

OMG. That was so hot, anon. Amazing porn, 10/10 will read again.

In which Yuri grows up to be the most beautiful long leggy string bean and finds the most KILLER leopard print heels. He absolutely doesn't need the extra ~3-4 inches of height, but... That fashion.

Otabek learns that walking in heels does AMAZING things for his boyfriend's ass and also he might, perchance, be (very) alright with being stepped on.

Actual NSFW content not required but plenty welcome, mostly aiming for Yurio being gorgeous and intimidating and Otabek dying the gentlest, slow, sexually-fulfilled death.

bonus amazing inspo art: https://twitter.com/sherryandgin/status/809831349448101888

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yuuri," sie moans again.

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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 5 of 59

Prompt Post 1

Victor/Yuuri/Christophe-threesome

Re: Phitchit/Guanhong/Leo

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo

Re: chris/victor/yuuri, drunk threesome that gets a bit one-sided, voyeurism

Re: omega!Victor/omega!Yuuri

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo

Update: please use full names from official site in the comment subject

Re: Phitchit/Guanhong/Leo

Phichit chulanont/guang hong ji, crossdressing

Re: One, Two, Punch

Re: Victor/Yuuri - Masturbation

OP

Re: Phitchit/Guanhong/Leo

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo

Re: Minami|Yuri - Minami-senpai

Re: chris/victor/yuuri, drunk threesome that gets a bit one-sided, voyeurism

Re: One, Two, Punch

Re: One, Two, Punch

Re: One, Two, Punch

Michele Crispino/Emil Nekola/Sara Crispino - ESPN Body Issue

Re: Phitchit/Guanhong/Leo

Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, heels, presentation play

Re: Viktor/Yuuri, possessive exhibitionism