yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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}

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

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I WANT THIS SO BAAAAD

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it :) I do plan on posting it to AO3 at some point; I will put a link on the Fills post when I do.

OP!Anon: Hi, sorry, I only just saw this!! Thanks so much for the fill, it was great :)

Sharing Victor seems like a great idea. He's so pretty and eager to please and he really likes both of them.

And it is, except that soon it also starts to bring Lilia and Yakov's marital issues to the forefront (eventually leading to/speeding up their divorce). At least the sex is pretty good.

Victor fucks Yuuri until Yuuri can't walk anymore. And then he carries him and keeps fucking him.

As you might have heard, Russian athletes were banned from the Winter Olympics. Individual athletes may petition to compete under 'independent athletes' flag if they can prove beyond doubt that their drug testing wasn't tampered with. (more info here: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/05/sports/olympics/ioc-russia-winter-olympics.html)

So lets say that in YOI-verse it happens too, and none of the YOI Russians are able to prove their innocence, so they are not allowed to compete. How would other skaters react? What would Yuuri do if his fiance/husband was banned? Will Yuri get banned from Twitter for waging a war against the IOC?

Would love anything on this topic, no matter how long or short :)

Pretend this is an AU or something where Stéphane is at the peak of his career and Victor has just won Juniors, even though that doesn't make sense with the timeline.

Victor spends some time training with Stéphane to gain a new artistic perspective. He's pouty about going at first but he has a fanboy crush on Stéphane, who is happy to receive the attention and maybe teach eager young Victor some things that don't involve skating.

Inspired by this post

https://twitter.com/Victuuri_IsLife/status/896740672740487169

Specifically this picture

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DHHc4f-UAAAXnBo.jpg

Basically would absolutely love any fic of Yuuri in a fuckbox. You can have as much or as little plot or reasoning or prior world-building or set up as you like, as long as he end result is Yuuri in a box, getting the dicking of his life.

Would prefer NO: scat, no watersports

The scene where Victor and Chris jump into bed with Yuuri goes a lot differently, instead of just cuddling, they cuddle Yuuri, with their dicks.

Would really love a very "no, no, yes" attitude from Yuuri, where maybe he has to be convinced so they start out with a lot of touching/fingering/etc, and build up to spitroasting and DPing Yuuri or taking turns switching off fucking Yuuri until he's a sobbing overstimulated mess.

I would prefer there isn't intense humiliation talk, but other than that please go wild!

Victor sleeps very heavily, especially after drinking. Yuuri notices this, and he simply can't keep his hands off Victor after he falls asleep during his first days in Hasetsu.
I'll be happy with anything, just some innocent(ish) groping to full penetrative sex. Victor can wake up or stay asleep, but I'd prefer if he wasn't into it after waking up, what with the total lack of consent.

Things after "let's end this" go much differently. Instead of angry crying a more yandere!Victor decides to show how Yuuri can't leave him because he just ~loves~ him so much.

Would like this to culminate into a dub or non-con encounter with Victor eventually kidnapping Yuuri and keeping him in sex dungeon so he can never try to leave him again.

Do you mean piss himself accidentally? Or do you mind if he does it on purpose?

(Totally the prompt I was born to fill, anon.)

About an hour after Viktor’s invitation to sleep with him, Yuuri decides to accept it because a.) he’ll face the other side so his erection doesn’t press into Viktor’s butt and b.) it’s Viktor Nikiforov’s butt.

Only when he carelessly turns on the light, he realises he’s sleeping and immediately turns it off, heart racing because of his error. Viktor had talked about how hard it was for him to fall asleep on three whole occasions and hinted at recurring insomnia and how much he hated being woken up so he waits, fingers still holding down the switch as if it’ll spring back up and flood the room if he doesn’t.

There is no rustle.

He lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.

Yuuri tries to make his way carefully to his bed, but his feet remember an empty ballroom, not this overly stuffed repurposed thing, so he runs into something hard, the thud followed by a loud clang of metal hitting the floor and Yuuri Katsuki regrets every decision he’s ever made so far and yet.

And yet. There’s no movement.

Yuuri finds out why when he lays down next to him and smells alcohol. Apparently the man had found a cure for his sensitive sleep. He just hopes it’s not a regular thing.

It isn’t, but it’s not that rare either.

Sharing a bed becomes a regular thing from then on. Yuuri has to make sure to go pee beforehand and not drink any water and he clears a path to the bed very early because the softest of noises wake up Viktor and though he doesn’t complain, the late night tossing and turning and the early morning dark circles belie his discomfort so yeah, Yuuri adjusts.

It’s all worth it if he can lay awake and stare at the ceiling with dark-adjusted eyes, skin tingling because of the warmth only a few inches away.

But then there are the nights when he goes to bed drunk and on those nights, Yuuri could blast full volumed Russian synth-pop and scream along and Viktor wouldn’t even twitch.

What he does, instead, is this.

He turns, he turns and lays his arm over Viktor Nikiforov’s Shoulders and oxygen starts hating his lungs. Viktor doesn’t react.

Yuuri swallows. He can only make out a blurry outline, but he can feel the curve of bone under his inner arm, the brush of his fingers against his hard pectorals. Emboldened after a few moments, he moves closer, until his spine and ribs are pressed against his chest, until his every breath presses into his flesh, and his skin feels electrified. Yuuri falls asleep, he knows because he wakes up, but it’s still a little doubtful because he remembers being in that position for hours, slowly dying.

The next time they go out, Yuuri makes absolutely certain that Minako is with them. The woman challenges everyone to a drinking contest and could probably outdrink a six feet tall Russian man.

He’s proven correct when he’s nearly carrying the said Russian back to his (their?) room.

Yuuri waits, until his breathing slows. He shakes his shoulders with uncertain hands, and stops when he is sure what he is planning won’t wake him up.

He pushes his pyjamas down until they’re at his knees. And then decides to deposit a sleeping Makkachin to his official bedroom and lock him in.

Yuuri wants to turn on the light but even he’s not that reckless. He slips into his earlier position, his hand resting on Viktor’s sternum, rising and falling with each breath. Yuuri slips hand down, down until he feels thigh and then.

Moves it to the side, underneath his shirt.

His cock is limp, and warm. Waxed. Yuuri’s aware his shoulders are shaking. He pets it, strokes it, and feels a twitch when he increases the pressure. He nearly stops and pulls his pyjamas back up.

Nearly.

Viktor’s fully hard in seconds. Yuuri wants to turn him over and take him in his mouth, taste the bitter pre-cum currently dampening his palm, but he’s not sure he can move anything other than his wrist right now. Yuuri caresses his balls, and then increases his speed, jacking him off, his cock pulsing in his grasp, until he shoots semen all over his hand.

Yuuri jacks himself off in the bathroom, his hand still wet and white from Viktor’s release.

Male omegas havevaginas and yuuri drips hot wax on Victor's. Any consent is fine.

I hope this fits the bill, anon:

Yuri stretches his legs out in the bathtub, tight jeans digging into his distended belly. As he breathes, grateful that Yakov and Lilia are out—on a "date," as Yuri thinks of it—he recalls the first time this happened.

He'd been alone then too, Skyping with Otabek, and he had had a long day at practice, he'd drunk more water than usual, and he was drinking juice while he chatted with Otabek. Pretty soon he'd realized he had to piss—badly. He'd been sitting on the hardwood floor of his bedroom that he had at Lilia's, and the conversation they'd been having was too interesting—Yuri hadn't wanted to excuse himself.

So he'd held it. He'd held it through an hour of listening to Otabek wax poetic about his music, his DJing gigs… he was fascinating, and he was Yuri's best friend. Yuri couldn't stop listening compulsively.

But the need had grown stronger, till he was grinding against the heel of his hand just out of Otabek's sight. Then they were discussing skating, and Yuri had gotten so excited about it, so into it, that he almost forgot how badly he needed the restroom.

He'd been drinking more juice, and at the time that he realized it was unbearable, and quite likely the worst he'd ever had to piss in his life, he had spent another hour yakking with Otabek. It was then that the worst happened: his dick was already hard as fuck from having to piss so bad—he grabbed his dick and breathed slowly, and Otabek had said,

"Are you okay, Yura?"

"Yes, I just—I'll be right back, okay?" It was too long; Yuri stumbled trying to stand up, he knocked into his computer so that the screen leaned back and exposed his lower half to the camera just as everything came to a head and Yuri gasped, face going red, humiliated as he spurted into his jeans.

"Yura?" Otabek couldn't see what had happened yet, but Yuri knew he was losing the battle. Otabek could see him grabbing at his junk, and then Yuri bit his lip so hard as he spurted again, and this time it didn't stop. Piss drained out of him like water from on a tap turned on high, pouring through his jeans and splattering on the floor.

"Shit, fuck, oh my God, Beka, I—" Yuri gave up and ran out of the room. But it was too late. By the time he got to the bathroom, he was done, empty; his pant legs were overwhelmed, and he was dripping on the bathroom floor.

But when Yuri had unzipped them, and dumped them in the bathtub to rinse before he put them in the wash, he noticed the streak of whitish-clear fluid oozing from his slit.

He'd gotten turned on from the experience. He'd washed up, and gone back to his room, apologized to Otabek again, and mopped the floor. Thankfully Lilia never found out; she would have killed him—pissing on her hardwood floors? Totally unacceptable.

When he'd called Otabek later, Beka had been so understanding, and his calm, quiet voice, he had soothed Yuri about having an accident like a five-year-old when he was sixteen fucking years old. But Yuri hadn't told him that before he'd come back, he'd rubbed one out over the toilet, and he'd come harder than he ever had in his life.

So now, it's two weeks later, and Yuri is curious. He'd spent the last two weeks surfing porn sites he'd never imagined he'd be on, and now here he is, wearing his oldest pair of jeans—soft and worn with holes at the knees and thighs—and his dark blue boxer briefs, because he's dying to see them defiled by urine.

Yuri takes another deep breath. He hasn't pissed since he got up this morning, and he's drunk coffee, and water, and juice all day long. His bladder is distended, a throbbing ache in his pelvis, and he's ready. Except it's more difficult than it looks in porn.

He's situated in the bathtub for easy clean-up, the door locked—even though Lilia insists he keep it unlocked when she's home, because he's a teenager and she doesn't trust him (which is stupid because he just whacks it in the shower instead anyway)—and his hair is already lank with sweat around his face, his cock throbbing in time with his bladder, hard, so hard; Yuri's never been this turned on, and he's not sure he's ever waited this long to take a piss, even that last time when he had the accident.

"Okay, fuck, I can do this," Yuri coaches himself, and inhaling, he lets the breath out with a push, forcing a few drops past the iron gates of his control. He's an adult, after all; pissing yourself isn't something you're supposed to do—but he wants to, so bad. Those few drops quickly become a couple of quick jets that soak through his underwear, though when he looks down he can see his jeans are still unaffected.

Biting his lip, Yuri pushes against his restraint again, and tries to relax: it happens in breaking open of the floodgates, a torrent of piss just shooting out of him, flowing and flowing until his jeans are drenched and he can hear the piss running down the drain, a thick glug glug glug.

Yuri quickly unzips his jeans, tearing the flaps open, and shoves his hand into his underwear, staring in fascination at the deep, navy blue of the soaked fabric as he begins to stroke himself, the flow unfettered now, and showing no signs of stopping. His head goes back and he works himself through it the way he might milk himself through an orgasm, and it feels like forever before the stream lightens, then slows, petering out and coming to a stop.

As soon as his bladder is empty, his cock is even harder, hot as fire against his hand, sticky-wet with piss and now precome and Yuri wraps his fingers around it, heedless of the urine clinging to his skin in wet droplets, and pumps himself fiercely.

Coming is faster than pissing till he was empty. He's literally on his third or fourth stroke when everything starts to feel like a fire building up in his balls, and his body is straining, his hips bucking, back arching, and oh, God! He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and comes, white jizz spraying him, landing in globs on his belly, staining his white t-shirt even more than the yellow liquid that had spurted up over it before.

"Fuck!" Yuri says in a strangled shout, trying to keep his voice down. He keeps touching himself, working himself through it as his cock jerks, as his body spasms, and wow, this fucking orgasm is even better than the last—Yuri eventually slumps against the tub, exhausted and spent in every possible way, breathing heavily like he just finished a free program with 6 quads.

He allows himself to lie there, catching his breath for a few minutes, before rushing into the activity it takes to clean up and make it look like nothing ever happened—because Lilia would probably rip his balls over his head if she knew.

But he can't wait to tell Otabek. He probably shouldn't, but Beka is literally the best—well, only, but still—friend he's ever had, and he tells him everything.

"Fuck," Yuri says again, as he turns the shower on. He steps under the spray, his body trembling, legs actually shaking from the release of all that pent-up piss and sexual frustration, and sighs as he leans back against the shower wall. The water sluices over him, rinsing all the evidence away, and Yuri closes his eyes. "I'm fucked up," he tells the empty bathroom, "but I like it."

Wonderful! I love that he's so excited to tell Otabek lmao

Thank you! XD

Yuuri sucks his own dick while Victor fucks him. It's kinda like a two person spit roast!

eagerly awaiting part 2!

Yuri and Otabek fall asleep somewhere together. When Yuri wakes up, he realizes Otabek is hard. He knows he shouldn't want to get his best friend off, but ...

Bonus if it escalates over a period of time from hands to mouth to just the tip, etc. Double bonus if Otabek is only pretending to be asleep.

Victor and Yuuri both get off on hiring other men to rape Yuuri, and then having Victor "finding" the aftermath and fucking Yuuri to "make things right".

What it says on the title.

Possible scenario: They go to a club together and get separated while Otabek DJs. When he goes to find Yuri again, he watches him tear into a guy who'd been trying to pick Yuri up and refusing to back off. This ends up being a huge turn-on for Otabek, much to his surprise (and Yuri's).

Or, you know, whatever else you want to do with the prompt.

There is nothing Victor loves more than fucking Yuuri after Yuuri has been fucked by another man.

Would love an emphasis on how slick and well used Yuuri's hole is and how it really turns Victor on to fuck into that mess and replace it with his own cum.

Yuuri ties Victor up with at least one of his gold medals.

Inspired by this art: https://twitter.com/sidesidething/status/944756643031584768

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Prompt Post 1

Re: Makkachin/Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky, underage, bestiality, dubcon

Re: Viktor/Yuuri - teenage Viktor leaked lingerie photos - Fill, "The Soul in the Clothes"

Re: Phichit Chulanont/everyone, everyone is super into Phichit at some point or the other.

Yakov Feltsman/Victor Nikiforov/Lilia Baranovskaya, sharing

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, marathon sex

Russians banned from the Olympics - other skaters react

Stéphane Lambiel/Victor Nikiforov - young!Victor, age gap

Yuuri Katsuki/mob, public use

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki/Christophe Giacometti, episode 10 outtake

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov - non-con somnophilia

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, yandere!victor, non-con, kidnapping, ep11

Re: Yuri Plisetsky, omorashi, masturbation

fill, part 1. Re: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov - non-con somnophilia

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov omegaverse pain play bottom! Victor

FILL Part 1/2 Re: Yuri Plisetsky, omorashi, masturbation

FILL Part 2/2 Re: Yuri Plisetsky, omorashi, masturbation

Re: FILL Part 2/2 Re: Yuri Plisetsky, omorashi, masturbation

Re: FILL Part 2/2 Re: Yuri Plisetsky, omorashi, masturbation

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, autofellatio

Re: fill, part 1. Re: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov - non-con somnophilia

Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin - somnophilia

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, Yuuri Katsuki/Others, rape roleplay

Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin - Otabek gets turned on by Yuri being aggressive/insulting people

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, sloppy seconds

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, medal bondage