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Prompt Post 1

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

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


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

Minako -> Hiroko, Mari -> Minako, eventual Mari/Minako

(Anonymous) 2017-02-17 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Minako has been in love with Hiroko since long ago but knows it's completely unrequited, Mari loves Minako but knows that Minako still has feelings for her mother. Things happen and they end up together.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, bad sex

(Anonymous) 2017-02-17 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor and Yuuri have sex for the first time, and turns out that Victor is really bad in bed. He's only had one-night stands, so he's never learned to do it in any other way than rough, fast and selfish. Yuuri doesn't like it at all.

I'd prefer if Yuuri had some experience in this so that he knows what he personally likes and what good sex feels like.

So, bad sex, and then Yuuri teaching Victor to slow down, to trust that it'll happen again, that it can and should feel good for both of them, and that they have all the time in the world to learn each other.

Leo de la Iglesia/Guang Hong Ji, lingerie, lace, clothing kink

(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Guang Hong likes to feel pretty and decorated. Leo buys or makes him things like lace wrist cuffs, hairpieces, chokers, etc. Then they have slow, sweet sex and only take as much off as they absolutely need to.

Re: Leo de la Iglesia/Guang Hong Ji, lingerie, lace, clothing kink

(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
i love you anon

if i can fix my phone this week, i'll try for it

Christophe Giacometti/Phichit Chulanont, sex tape

(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Phichit loves taking pictures and Chris is a born performer. They decide to film themselves and watch it together.

+ If they eventually decide to release it anonymously (say once they've retired).

Re: Christophe Giacometti/Phichit Chulanont, sex tape

(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
holy shit this is genius

Yuuri Katsuki/Kenjiro Minami, Hero worship, coming in pants, sloppy blowjobs

(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Minami's crush on Yuuri is about the same level as Yuuri's crush on Victor. He's basically Yuuri-sexual. Don't really care how you set it up, but Minami gets the opportunity to have the night of his dreams, only it's too much and he comes before he even gets his pants off. He makes it up to Yuuri with an unskilled but very enthusiastic blowjob.

+ If Victor watches.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Kenjiro Minami, Hero worship, coming in pants, sloppy blowjobs

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeeeesssss

Everyone/Jean-Jacques Leroy, gangbang, humiliation

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
The rest of the competitors in the GPF know that JJ only won bronze because of BULLSHIT SCORING. They fuck him while taunting him about doing this for the judges before the competition. JJ secretly loves it and gets off hard on humiloation.

Any Male/Yuri Plisetsky; Forced feminization, crossdressing, lingerie, piercing

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yuri is somehow forced into becoming a mail-order bride. I prefer if the buyer is an OC but if you want to use a canon character I'd prefer JJ or Victor (although I truly am happy with any, as the prompt title says).

Yuri's buyer forces him to wear makeup, lingerie, heels, and high-end women's fashion to look the perfect trophy wife. My personal preference is that this isn't done as an attempt to mask that Yuri is a boy (ie, his buyer isn't trying to have him pass). The buyer has him pierced (the more the better, places that are aesthetically pleasing). Maybe the buyer uses saline injection to give him fake tits. Extra bonus for a scene that includes corset piercing.

Up to the author if someone (maybe Yuuri or Otabek) rescues him. If so, I'd like Yuri to realize he likes a lot of those kinks and got off on them, and then have him try to reclaim the kinks by having consensual sex.

TL;DR, indulgent mail-order bride kinkfest.

Re: Any Male/Yuri Plisetsky; Forced feminization, crossdressing, lingerie, piercing

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Damn this is hot!

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, rimming, premature ejaculation, overstimulation

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri has never been eaten out before. Otabek is more than happy to, but Yuri is so overwhelmed by how good it feels that he comes in about two seconds. Otabek is very smug about this. Yuri wants to get him off too, so he asks Otabek to fuck him while he's still sensitive from his orgasm. Up to the writer if he manages to make Yuri come a second time.

Don't Talk the Talk

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Have yourself a merry little speed fill:






"'#kissmyass'." Otabek looks up from his phone at the end of the bed, unreadable as ever. "That's how you're commemorating your first Olympic gold medal online?" Yuri gives his arm a shove with his foot. (He doesn't have a whole lot of space to work with. The village beds fit a half a person each and they're pushing it loading on two. Plus, his feet are pretty beat up, so it's more of a scuffle of attrition.) It's like Otabek doesn't even understand this whole personal branding thing.


"What, you want me to cry and blubber about making my country proud?" He shoves Otabek again; Otabek grabs his foot. Jerk. "Please, there's enough of those making the rounds." There's a moment of quiet while Otabek chews this over. Then again, Almaty'd only lost out on hosting by four votes, if Yuri remembers correctly. The missed chance to represent his home on his own turf, that's got to be eating at Otabek every step of the way.


"I guess," he ultimately admits, because, duh, of course he's right. And he touches his lips to Yuri's ankle because he knows it. Probably.


"They're out of condoms again," Yuri warns him, feeling a little outside his own skin. Okabek snorts out a short puff of air through his nose.


"Hm." He narrows his eyes at something beyond Yuri's foot. "I guess."


Whether or not he read it right, it lands him on his stomach with his pants stripped off, Otabek spreading him open with his hands. The only sound is his own uneven breathing as Otabek traces the arc of his spine, the curve of his hip, the give of the muscle in his thighs -- still sore from a few days ago.


"It's not a fucking Picasso," Yuri spits. It's cold and he's hard and he hates waiting. Otabek makes that noise again, that thing that constitutes one of his fond laughs. He presses his thumb into the flesh of Yuri's rear.


"There's an eye right here." His idea of a joke. Some sense of taste, this guy. God, he wants that mouth on him.


"You're going to kill my hard-on."


"Oops." Something warm brushes the small of his back. "Better fix that."


"Get on with it," Yuri tells him -- and once the teeth sink into his skin all higher thought goes right out the window. Yet for all the weird shit that comes out of Otabek's mouth, what a mouth it is. He always knows where to touch him, how much tongue to give him and how much tooth. He scrapes at the edge of a bruise left by a fall during practice. Heh. Landed it when he had to, though.


"Little more." Otabek guides his legs further apart, bringing him down against the bedding. His cock brushes the shitty, scratchy fabric. Fuck. He rolls into the contact, he'll take any friction he can get. All Otabek's giving him is softness, with his tongue lapping tight whorls on his skin. The air's chilly on what's left behind in his wake and Yuri shudders.


Then comes the kiss.


His lips are still slick from where he's been tonguing away when he lays them right between his hands. But he's warm and presses his lips to Yuri with something like reverence. Yuri curses.


"I didn't mean it literally," he breathes. Otabek pulls away just enough to speak.


"How about it?" It's. Not a bad idea, actually.


"Okay," he finds himself saying, with that strange tingling sensation in his nerves that he gets every time Otabek takes him somewhere new. Like a vantage point in Barcelona, or the sea or an outstretched hand. Just full of surprises at every turn, isn't he.


Otabek curls his tongue against him, pressing just against where his body gives. His fingers have always been steady inside him. This is...Otabek's tongue is soft and deft, and he pushes into Yuri like there's nothing standing between them, not skin or bone or the resistance of their own bodies. Yuri yields. And it's fucking perfect.


Otabek tongues at the lip of him. He bores him open. Yuri hears him moan and can't bring himself to care that he hasn't so much as touched his cock. Otabek caresses one blistered and ankle with a hand and Yuri just.


Comes. Hard.


"Shit," he growls, before the aftershocks even fade away. That was, what. One minute? Two? Humiliating, whichever. Anyone else and he'd never live it down. Otabek, though. Otabek hums against his skin and treats him to one more kiss before sitting back. He's stroking Yuri's calf in erratic staccato -- yeah, completely satisfied with himself.


"Kiss, delivered."


"Yeah, yeah, nice job. Good boy." Wow. Yuri turns his head over his shoulder to see Otabek wiping saliva from the corner of his mouth with a thumb. God, he's going to be hard again in a hot second like this. "Tell you what," he says. "You get down here and fuck me until I can't sit and we'll call it even, okay?"


"Oh? We're not even?"


Yuri glances between his legs. Oh, Jesus Christ. Otabek's got a wet spot on the front of his shorts, dark against the solid blue and probably reeking of arousal. Or, no-- not even.


"Awfully smug for a guy who just came in his pants."


"Yeah," Otabek says, and Yuri still can't tell whether or not he's being sarcastic.


That's probably why he loves him so much.

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Jean-Jacques Leroy/Yuri Plisetsky, rimming, premature ejaculation, banter/teasing

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Same as the above prompt - Yuri is so overwhelmed by being rimmed for the first time that he goes off like a shot. JJ is extremely smug about this and taunts Yuri about how he thought Yuri didn't like him but look how hard he just got off. Yuri gives him a very aggressive blowjob in return.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki; Fucking machines, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri has too much stamina for Victor's body to possibly keep up with him. Getting him off once is only the beginning - he's multi-orgasmic and he doesn't seem to wear out. Victor buys him a fucking machine and watches as it finally wears out Yuuri's improbable sexual stamina. When Yuuri is completely fucked out and coming dry, he unstraps Yuuri from the machine and fucks him one last time, slow and tender.

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki; Fucking machines, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, voyeurism

(Anonymous) 2017-06-17 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
+1

Yuuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky, drunken frottage

(Anonymous) 2017-02-20 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
After the banquet, Yurio was forced to drag Yuuri's drunken ass to his room. Blackout drunk Yuuri is a horny Yuuri who pushed Yurio against his door, kissed him and grinded against him until Yurio came in his pants (so for like, two minutes...) and Yuuri passed out.

Yurio's first time and first kiss, and an existing huge crush on Yuuri would be nice too!

Champagne Is for Winners 1/1 - [Yuuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky, drunken frottage]

(Anonymous) 2017-02-24 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I accidentally got Victor/Yuuri feelings all over the first section of this, but hopefully that part doesn't last too long! I ♥ you for prompting this, OP.

It's too little, too late in Yuri's opinion, but the hotel staff are finally taking the champagne away. The pole's been disassembled, Christophe has put his clothes back on, everyone's going back to their normal conversations. The excitement of the dance battle has died down.

Victor — Victor Nikiforov, living legend, and Yuri's idol for almost his whole life — is sitting on the floor like he's forgotten where he is. Yuuri Katsuki is dozing on his chest, and Victor doesn't even seem to mind. There's this dazed look on his face, like he's been hit over the head with something heavy, or like he's drunk. Only he's not drunk, so there's no excuse.

Yuri kicks him in the side, harder than he probably should, though not as hard as he'd like to. He never thought he would do that to Victor, but Victor isn't acting like himself, and it's a night of trying new things.

"Don't just sit there," he says. "Someone's got to get him back to his room."

Victor blinks and nods slowly. "Right. I'll do it."

Yuri hisses with impatience. "Seriously? You want people to see the international playboy leaving with a guy who can't stand up? There's still press around. Yakov will shave you bald." It pisses him off that he has to be the one to think about this when Victor should know — does know, when he's not in whatever weird mood this is. "Where's his coach?"

"Celestino? He was over by the pizza."

"That was two hours ago."

Yuri surveys the banquet hall, for once in his life actually hoping to see Yakov bearing down on them, but of course there's never an angry old man around when you need one. He sees Mila, over by the buffet table, but girls have to be more careful about this sort of thing than guys.

"You and me," he says to Victor. "They can't say anything if it's both of us."

"Okay." Victor leans down to speak into Yuuri's ear. "Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

He sounds more like his normal self when he says that, only... softer, so it sounds affectionate rather than mocking. It's bizarre, and Yuri feels uncomfortable witnessing it, but it has no visible effect on Katsuki.

"Hey, get up and put your pants on, loser!" Yuri says, much more loudly. Even that only causes Katsuki to frown and attempt to burrow deeper into Victor's chest, so Yuri bites the bullet, grabs Katsuki's wrist and heaves. It's harder than he expected to move an unconscious person, but after a moment Katsuki realises what's happening and sits up by himself.

"I'm fine," he says, blinking at Yuri suspiciously. "I can do it myself. Don't you try to sabotage me, you... you Russian punk."

Victor, the asshole, just sits back and laughs. Katsuki manages to get his suit on without assistance, and while he's concentrating on that he seems almost normal. It was the same when he was dancing; after the first few seconds, when he looked certain to fall over, he'd suddenly find his coordination and you'd swear he wasn't drunk at all.

"Can't see," he says. "Did you take my glasses, fake Yuri?"

Yuri's jaw drops, but before he can even begin to think about how to express his outrage, Katsuki checks his pocket. "Ah. Found them."

"Don't just start accusing people — "

Katsuki is peering around the room and doesn't seem to notice he's being yelled at. "Huh. Where is everyone?"

"The banquet's over," Victor says. "Time to go."

"Okay." Katsuki gets up unassisted and walks across the room, hardly swaying at all, except when he veers towards the buffet table and complains that all the pizza is gone.

"I don't think pizza is a good idea for you right now," Victor says cheerfully.

"I told you. I feel fine." For some reason he looks at Yuri as he says it, like he suspects Yuri of spreading malicious rumours about him.

That lasts until the elevator, at which point the movement of the carriage and the necessity of standing still make Katsuki wilt. Victor puts an arm around him to hold him up.

"Don't forget," Katsuki says, his voice blurry and plaintive. "Watch me at Worlds, Victor. Promise."

"Of course. I'll be waiting for you there."

Yuri wonders if he woke up in a parallel universe today. Some bizarre alternate reality where nobody has noticed that Katsuki is a total disgrace, and Victor thinks sloppy drunk come-ons are endearing. He shouldn't be surprised Victor's the one Yuuri's draping himself all over, but he still feels an insane urge to inform them both that he watched Yuuri first. He bites it down, hard.

They're halfway down the corridor when they hear their doom approaching. Yakov's footsteps are loud, and his voice is louder. Victor winces.

"I'll deal with him," he tells Yuri. "Yuuri's room is at the end of the hall, you can make it. If we stay here Yakov will probably give him a lecture too."

He starts prying Katsuki's arms from around his waist. Katsuki mumbles a protest and reaches out, trying to get back to Victor, and Victor pauses for a moment with that softened, stunned expression that looks so wrong on him. Then he puts on his smile — Yuri actually sees him arrange his face, and maybe he's stupid, maybe he's naive, but that's the first time he realises that Victor's everlasting smile isn't always completely genuine. And that maybe the reason everything's seemed so off-kilter tonight is because for a little while, Victor didn't have to pretend he was having fun.

"Hurry up and take him," Victor says. For a moment Yuri's too confused to think what he means, and then he gets it.

"Uh. Maybe I should go and talk to Yakov," he says, which is the first time he's ever volunteered for a scolding and definitely the last.

Victor sighs. "Don't be a baby. His arm goes around your shoulder, and you put your arm around his waist — like this — " he executes a deft, deceptively complicated manoeuvre that somehow transfers Katsuki over to Yuri " — and then you try not to drop him. Easy. See you tomorrow."

And he's off back down the corridor before Yuri can even muster his best glare.

It's not that Katsuki's all that heavy — he's only semi-unconscious, so he's partly supporting his own weight — but he's very... warm. Yuri's been trying to think of him like an awkward piece of furniture that has to be moved; now he has to deal with the reality of Katsuki as a person, supple and breathing. He smells like champagne, sweet and sharp and off-limits, and a little of sweat, which makes Yuri think of skating, of the ice, which has always felt more like home than anywhere else, and of how it feels to win.

He flashes back to Katsuki dancing, Katsuki on the pole, Katsuki golden and breathless and triumphant. His memory shows him confused flashes of bare shoulders, bare thighs. He's not going to think about that, not until later in his room when he can look through the photos in private, only it's tough not to think about it when he can feel muscle and skin sliding under his hand, the push and pull of Katsuki's warm weight moving with him. He's used to other guys' bodies — hell, he's seen Victor naked dozens of times — but that was different. This is different.

Later, he tells himself, trying to steady his breathing. Later. Calm the fuck down.

Katsuki stirs. "Victor?"

He reaches out to brush Yuri's hair back with one finger, looking into his face. Yuri freezes for half a second, then slaps his hand away. "Do I look like Victor, moron?" he snaps, to cover up the way his heart has suddenly started to pound.

Katsuki gives him a condescending look. "No. Victor's tall."

It's meant as an insult, but it makes Yuri feel a little better. His size isn't a weakness in figure skating, and he doesn't mind being reminded of it. It's part of his image. It helps him win.

"We're here," Yuri says, stopping in front of Katsuki's room with mingled relief and disappointment. "Tell me you have your keycard."

He means to push Katsuki through the door like mail through a slot and leave him to fend for himself, only somehow they get turned around and he ends up going in first. He should have done those basic pairs exercises when Yakov offered him the chance. Katsuki rolls around so they're face to face, forehead to forehead, and takes hold of Yuri's tie.

"What are you — "

"Why do you smell like Victor?"

Yuri starts to say he has no idea what Katsuki's talking about, then he remembers, oh shit, that's right, he didn't have any cologne for the banquet so Victor let him borrow some, because for some reason, at the time, Yuri thought it was a good idea to take fashion tips from a guy who has matching pocket squares for all his ties.

"Why are you sniffing me?" he fires back, because he's not going to explain all that. He's trying to get out from under Katsuki's arm, but Katsuki isn't just leaning on him any more, he's holding him. Yuri makes a last-ditch effort to reach the door, and only succeeds in cornering himself against it. Katsuki buries his face in Yuri's neck and inhales, and at the same time he pushes his hips forward, his thigh coming to rest squarely against Yuri's cock. A bolt of panic and white-hot arousal makes Yuri light-headed.

"What the fuck! Get off me." He squirms futilely, pushing at Katsuki's shoulders, and Katsuki sighs, a gust of warmth down Yuri's neck that brings him out in goosebumps.

"If that's what you want." He doesn't exactly move away; he stops nuzzling at Yuri's throat, pulls back to take his glasses off and put them in his pocket, and lets go long enough for Yuri to leave if he wants to. But he keeps his thigh where it is, and after a moment he moves, a slow, experimental roll of his hips.

Yuri nearly bites through his lip. Did he think he was turned on out in the corridor? That was nothing. His dick is like fucking stone. There's no way Katsuki doesn't feel it. No way he doesn't know what he's doing.

When Yuri makes no move to go, Katsuki rocks against him a second time, and now Yuri feels Katsuki's growing erection nudge at his belly. His own cock throbs in almost painful sympathy. It's all he can do not to buck his hips up in search of more, more friction, more pressure, more, more.

"So have you decided to stay?"

"Shut up." He means it to sound sharp, but his breath catches and it comes out as a whisper.

Katsuki grinds down again, maddeningly slow. The feeling of his cock thickening and sliding against Yuri's stomach is hotter than anything has a right to be when they're both still fully dressed. He squirms, not to get away this time, but because he's so hard it hurts and Katsuki's too fucking slow and it's going to drive him crazy. He wants to put his arms around Katsuki's waist and urge him on, but in spite of everything they're doing, he doesn't dare. He holds onto his jacket instead, the cheap material creasing in his fist, and gives up any pretence that he's not rutting frantically up against Katsuki's leg.

His eyes are closed, so he doesn't realise Katsuki's about to kiss him until it happens. He wishes he'd been paying more attention. He wants to be able to remember everything, not this disordered muddle of Katsuki kissing the corner of his mouth and his teeth grazing lightly along Yuri's lower lip and the soft push of his tongue while Yuri clings to him and shakes and tries to remember how to breathe. One day someone's going to ask about his first kiss and he's going to have to fucking make something up, because all he can think about right now is how insanely good it feels when Katsuki grinds against him, and how he can actually feel his own precome slick around the head of his cock, making a damp spot on his underwear. He can't seem to get enough air. If he could just wrap his hand around himself, that would be enough, but all he has is Katsuki's mouth and his merciless pace and that elusive, overwhelming friction.

"Yuuri — " He doesn't mean to say it. It comes out on a gasp between kisses, and he immediately wishes he could take it back, but Katsuki — Yuuri — just strokes his burning face with an incongruous gentleness. Yuri makes the mistake of opening his eyes, and finds Yuuri watching him, dark and intent.

It's too close, too intimate. His stomach knots up and an instant later his cock is pulsing, wet heat spreading across the crotch of his pants. All the strength runs out of his legs. If it weren't for his handful of Yuuri's jacket and Yuuri still pressing him against the door, he'd fall down. Instead he just shudders until it's over, his head dropping bonelessly forward onto Yuuri's shoulder.

Yuuri lets him. His cock is still hard and trapped between them, but he stops rocking his hips and turns his head to smile against Yuri's hot cheek. Then he whispers, "I win again," and it goes through Yuri like an electric current.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not done with you yet." A second ago he was ready to collapse, but there's nothing like a challenge to get him moving. He feels like he's just gone through the longest training session of his life, and he has no idea if he can make someone else feel good, but he knows he's not leaving this room until he's tried. He reaches down with clumsy eagerness for Yuuri's cock, wanting to know how it will feel in his hand.

"Okay," Yuuri says, "okay, but wait." His tone is agreeable, but he takes Yuri's wrists and folds his arms back irresistibly against his chest. He pats Yuri's hand. "Don't worry, it sounds great, but I'm going to lie down a bit. Just for a minute, okay? You stay there. Don't go anywhere."

He pushes back from the door, sways a little, staggers over to the bed, and falls onto it face-first. And doesn't move.

After a moment, Yuri takes a cautious step into the room. "Y— Yu—" He can't make himself say Katsuki's name. "Hey. Are you dead?"

Katsuki snores.

"Seriously? Wake the fuck up!"

That doesn't work, and neither does kicking the bed.

"You can't go to sleep! This is your fault! I didn't even want to be here."

He waits hopefully, but Katsuki doesn't even stir.

The mess in his pants is becoming uncomfortable now, so he says, "I'm using your bathroom," knowing he might as well be talking to himself.

He steps into the en suite and cleans up as best as he can. He doesn't think it'll be a problem as long as he keeps his shirt untucked — and as long as he doesn't run into Victor and Yakov in the hall. Maybe he should stay here a couple more minutes, just to be sure.

When he comes out, Katsuki still hasn't moved, and Yuri has to admit to himself that it's a lost cause.

"I'm going to destroy you when I make my debut. This isn't over." He gets no response, but saying it makes him feel better.

The first thing he does back in his room is take a real shower, standing under the hot spray so long he almost falls asleep in there. Afterwards he sits on his bed in a shroud of warm, fluffy hotel towels and skims through the late messages congratulating him on his gold. He doesn't look at the banquet photos, but after a little while, when he starts to get drowsy, he reaches down into the crumpled heap of clothes for his dress shirt and crushes it against his face. The strongest fragrance is Victor's citrusy cologne, which makes him wish all the more that he hadn't borrowed it, but under that he can still smell the faint mingled scents of sex and champagne.

He'll wait for Worlds, too.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, chubby kink, body worship

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Post-canon prompt. After Yuuri retires, he stops having to watch what he eats and puts on some weight. He tries to hide it with layers and baggy clothes because he thinks Victor will be embarrassed of him, but Victor LOVES it.

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

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
There are two versions of this prompt! I'll post the other one below.

Victuurio omegaverse fic with alpha!Yuuri and omega!Victor, and where Yuri is staying with them for the night and suddenly presents for the first time.

Yuri is an omega, and his first, super intense heat triggers Victor's heat too, and then they trigger Yuuri's rut. At some point Victor begs Yuuri to fuck Yuri too because he knows how horrible he must feel, all alone and desperate while knowing that Victor's getting fucked in the next room. Yuuri is just lucky that his stamina is so legendary even among alphas.

Yuri having a crush on them both and then a happy threesome ending would make me extra happy! Don't care what age Yuri is, could be his canon age or a future fic where he's older and presents unusually late.

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

(Anonymous) 2017-04-09 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
OP, I'm thinking of filling this and I'd like to know how you prefer your omega anatomy? Vaginas y/n?

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

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
And the other version!

Victuurio omegaverse fic with alpha!Yuuri and omega!Victor, and where Yuri is staying with them for the night and suddenly presents for the first time.

Yuri is an alpha, and Yuuri gets extremely territorial because suddenly there's an unclaimed alpha in rut under his roof. He shows Yuri who the real alpha of the house is first, and then let's him fuck Victor while he fucks Yuri. This has the hilarious sidenote that Yuuri being so intense an alpha means that Yuri will never grow taller than him, and Yuri is ecstatic when he realizes it.

Yuri having a crush on them both and then a happy threesome ending would make me extra happy! Don't care what age Yuri is, could be his canon age or a future fic where he's older and presents unusually late.

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

(Anonymous) 2017-04-20 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I know I'm being greedy but someone please fill this Alpha! Yuri version too

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, intergluteal sex

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Because Victor has a great ass, and Yuuri loves watching his cock slide between those firm cheeks and then coming all over them and Victor's back.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, intergluteal sex

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't know this is a thing I want, that is so hot and someone please fill this.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, intergluteal sex

(Anonymous) - 2017-02-23 18:48 (UTC) - Expand

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, intergluteal sex 1/1

(Anonymous) - 2017-02-28 19:19 (UTC) - Expand

Phichit Chulanont/Yuuri Katsuki, drunk sex, FWB or one-night stand

(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Phichit had no idea what Yuuri was like drunk the first time they hit the town in Detroit. Shenanigans ensue, and when they stumble back home they fall in bed together and have sloppy drunken sex. Up to the author whether it's a one-time drunken mistake they both pretend never happened or a casual FWB relationship that lasts through Yuuri's year in Detroit.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, seduction, lap dance, strip tease

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri gives Victor the private performance he's been craving since the banquet in Sochi. He's very insistent on club rules - Victor can look, but he can't touch until Yuuri gives him permission.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, seduction, lap dance, strip tease

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
I will always need more fics of this.

Onesided Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is straight, angst

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Banquet scene may be included or ignored as needed.

Basically, Victor comes to Hasetsu practically throwing himself at Yuuri, right? So one night he pretty much does throw himself at Yuuri, only to be rebuffed. Yuuri does admire him but nothing more. Whether there are homophobic themes is up to you.

if you want to make this a nightmare one of them wakes up from, go ahead, just milk the heck out of Victor's angsty heartbreak

Re: Onesided Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is straight, angst

(Anonymous) 2017-03-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you be interested in something that doesn't have Viktor being rebuffed? Your prompt got me thinking, and while the result is miles away from the original request, without your prompt my idea wouldn't have started percolating, so I thought I'd at least mention it.

It would still be vaguely angsty, and feature Yuuri exploring the limitations of his straightness. And feature some D/s (sub!Viktor).

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, hickeys

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Just the two of them being sappy and possessive and leaving hickeys everywhere. The trope of OMG Yuuri has visible hickeys only for Victor to show off how many more hickeys HE has is welcome.

Victor/tentacles, Bahamut Universe; TW: Non-Con

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Rage of Bahamut timeline; Victor is caught by tentacle monsters. Yuuri saves him. Or vice versa, I don't mind, just no Yurio/tentacles, please.

Re: Victor/tentacles, Bahamut Universe; TW: Non-Con

(Anonymous) 2017-03-01 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded like whoa

Victor/Yurimaru, Victor/Yuuri; Pocessive Yuuri

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Another Rage of Bahamut prompt. Victor likes to tease Yuuri, so flirts with Yurimaru. Yuuri is tired of his shit, so he put Victor in place.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, sexy skating

(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri skates something sexy for Victor. Like, Eros level of seduction and even hotter bondage outfits, but also with straightforward "I'm going to fuck your brains out after this and you're going to love it"-ness. Hot sex right there on the rink or in the locker room because Victor can't wait a second longer.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, sexy skating

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmmm.

Detroit Hockey Team/Yuuri Katsuki, consensual gangbang

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever reason you want; Phichit arranging it, an agreement to have more time on the ice... especially with virginal and sober Yuuri loving every minute of it.

Re: Detroit Hockey Team/Yuuri Katsuki, consensual gangbang

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit, YES.

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, impregnation/breeding kink, comeplay, butt plug, NO MPREG

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri has an impregnation kink that's practically canon. He loves when Victor comes inside him and gets a butt plug so he can keep the come inside. Dirty talk about impregnation/getting pregnant as well. Please no mpreg - I like this as a kinky fantasy, not an actual thing that could happen.

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, impregnation/breeding kink, comeplay, butt plug, NO MPREG

(Anonymous) 2017-03-14 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
seconded

JJ x Isabella x Others, threesome

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
JJ tells Isabella that he has erotic fantasies about having a threesome with two girls. Isablla wants to make him happy so she invites another girl (Sara or Mila)in their bed for one night.

JJ is very happy and he promises to do anything for Isabella. And she reaveals that she has a similar fantasy, only she wants to have a threesome with two men! JJ is a bit terrified at first, but in the end he is determined to make her wish come true. He asks Chris (or other skater) for help.