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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

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As it turns out, Emil fucking is like the energizer bunny: he's a machine and just does not run out of steam. Sara is capable of multiple orgasms and likes to go until she's a limp, trembling mess. By comparison, Michele's stamina... Leaves something to be desired.

Or: please Emil and Sara running Michele ragged until he drops. Kinks/sex acts at the discretion of the filler, the only thing I'm opposed to is foot fetish stuff.

Bonus points for Mickey giving up the race only for Sara and Emil to have a last round without him (or possibly literally on top of him).

All the non-attached (non-victuuri) skaters decide to have a night of sexual debauchery together. Michele isn't interested — until he hears Sara cheerfully agreeing to partake, at which point he concludes HE MUST GO AS WELL, TO PROTECT HER VIRTUE. He will fall on as many swords as it takes, to prevent any dicks from touching his baby sister.

Or: I'm not fussed about who fucks Mickey or when this happens (post-rostelecom cup, post-finals, or some nebulous future point that allows the full supporting cast to be present), I just want him to cockblock Sara so hard he takes the dicks himself. (but if you want suggestions: JJ and Chris will do in a pinch.)

Major bonus points for even just ALLUDING that despite Mickey's best efforts, Sara found a gentleman to get down with and had a great time. Mickey can't stop them all.

Not the OP, amazingly, but it was SUCH a delight to see a prompt for this ship that's ruled my heart since Lilia's first appearance, probably? And even more of a delight to see it answered with such a beautiful, evocative fill. You are doing good work here, thank you so much.

[hides face in pillow, so glad this is under anon lololol]

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Victor's long hair glinted silver in the cheap fluorescent lighting overhead. His face was marked with cum from multiple sources; lips kiss-bitten and swollen; back arching every time his partner drove into his body relentlessly, grunting and groaning his pleasure against Victor's soft skin.

He was lying atop a sofa, one arm hanging down and the other wrapped loosely around his partner's shoulder. His head rested on a cushion and he was glad for the support because he'd long since lost all ability to stay upright. They had been going at it for a while -- Victor had lost track of time after his third or fourth round -- and his cock lay limp in his lap. He was now just a fuckhole to dump their cum in for these men. And there were so many -- as it turned out, there were just so many middle-aged and old men willing to sponsor him for the right incentive. Did he really need so many? Victor had wondered in the beginning.

It no longer seemed to matter now.

His current partner bit the jut of Victor's hipbone, jolting him back to the present for a small time and Victor made a soft, pliant sound. He was rewarded with another round of vigorous thrusts right against his prostate. He hid his wince into the musty-smelling cushion, trying not to let his oversensitivity show. It did not take for the man to come and he draped himself over Victor's body, breathing hard into his ear and making him shiver a little. It wasn't unbearable -- or so Victor told himself. His eyes searched for Yakov then, trapped as he was under the weight of a balding, hairy old man who had just finished spilling his sperm inside Victor's abused hole. He found Yakov still in the same spot, still standing to the side as if he had nothing to do with the entire thing.

Yakov's eyes narrowed when they met Victor's, his neck a blotchy mess of red, but he did not say anything. Victor swallowed and turned his face away. He pressed a kiss to the man's rough cheek and panted quietly. The man let out a gruff chuckle and moved away, pulling out of Victor's body and it took everything Victor had to not hiss in pain. He felt more cum dribble out of his ass and the wet stain underneath got damper, but Victor's limbs were beyong moving.

There was quiet for a while, only the sound of low murmurs on the periphery of his awareness as the man chatted with Yakov while putting his clothes back on. Victor stared at the ceiling as drowsiness assailed him, but he felt far too sore to just pass out. There were multiple bruises on his body, bite marks littered his shoulders and neck, and several hand-shaped marks dotted his hips and thighs. He was sweaty and smelled strongly of sex and the stench of other men. He took another deep breath and tried to block out everything else.

Then, he heard footsteps and went boneless against the couch again. The last thing he wanted to fuck this up now, after having put up with this for so long. The touch, when it came, however, was so much different than before. Victor's eyes fluttered open as his chin was tilted to face his next partner, and his breath caught in his throat as he found himself looking into Yakov's eyes.

Yakov who had already shed his longcoat and hat, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, the suspenders off his shoulders and something dark swirling inside his normally harsh eyes. His pupils were dilated and his breaths came in controlled but long jerks. Victor trembled, for the first time, as something inside him snapped. He lifted his tired arms and wrapped them around Yakov's neck, pushing his face into his familiar shoulder, familiar warmth and let out a broken sob. Yakov also wrapped his arms around Victor and buried his hands into his hair, tugging it gently and rubbed his back until Victor's cries subsided.

After that, he pushed Victor back into the couch and slid over his body, parting his thighs with ease and peppered it with kisses. He unzipped his pants and slid into Victor's body easily, but Victor still felt the burn and stretch of it, felt fuller than he had before, though it wasn't as if Yakov was the biggest he'd had this evening. But Victor felt like he was full to bursting, his heart thumping against the cage of ribs like a nervous bird. Tears leaked from his eyes freely again, though he made no sound. He let Yakov fuck him, tugging on his tangled and sweat-matted hair, pushing and pulling him apart at the seams. And then putting him back together with impossibly gentle kisses across his brow and cheeks.

Victor wasn' hard, wasn't turned on, but he longer felt pain or discomfort from before. He was too exhausted to move with Yakov, but he made sure to clutch tight onto Yakov's arms and moan and sob as Yakov took his pleasure and gave comfort in return. When Yakov came, he spilled inside Victor and Victor welcomed it. When Yakov pulled out halfway through his own orgasm and let ribbons of cum spray across Victor's clenching stomach, Victor loved it. And later, he let Yakov push over his chest and sucked him clean with his mouth, milking him for all he was worth. The corners of mouth no longer stung and his jaw did not ache. Or if it did, Victor could no longer feel it.

Later, Yakov lifted him in his arms as if Victor weighed nothing at all, and took him to the baths. Cleaned him up, inside out, and put him to bed, warm and safe. And Victor believed it. Believed him.

You know, in hindsight.....

I need a blood transfusion this is too much

Not a fill, but, potential inspo for someone wanting to write a fill: https://twitter.com/mrim_95/status/797820101500149760

How do you feel about bondage/restraints, OP?

(whispers) nicely done, anon.

I was expecting standard noncon/public use fare, which is fine and good, but the angle you took with Yakov is just extra awful and tricky and uncomfortable, I love it.

Asking his girlfriend to give him a good hard dicking with her strap on probably wasn't his greatest idea....

I keep laughing and thinking about this but I already have fics backlogged up my arse all the way into the new year damnit it sounds so fun to write

HELL YEAH MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

I'm delighted someone WANTS to write this, I'll wait a million years for you, anon. If you're still feeling it after you work through your fic backlog, I'm here. Waiting. Hoping.

Yurio in heels is a gift to this earth and I too am dying for more, I feel, I feel.

Yurri has been training his whole life to be a Dragon slayer. Everyone knows he has the skills and potential to be one of the best. Problem is he can never follow through on the actual killing part. But when a young up and coming Dragon slayer tells him he'll never amount to anything Yuuri decides he finally has to kill a dragon or officially call it quits. Victor has never been a typical dragon. He's never been the sort to burn villages or kidnap princesses. To be honest he's just of bored with life, but when Yurri shows up at his home to try to kill him he decides he'll do whatever it takes to keep him around.

... op , are you also the same op who requested the Guang Hong thong thing?

Nope!

But I support that person in their endeavors.

((Here’s my reservation for a First-Class ticket to Hell))

Yuuri keeps his eyes on Viktor and knows his lover won't look up at him right now. He has to be careful as he slides the knife right through the top of Yuuri's thigh. Yuuri groans around the cloth shoved in his mouth and throws his head back as Viktor removes a chunk of his flesh, setting it carefully onto a plate beside him.

The pills he'd taken minutes ago are definitely working. Yuuri can feel only a pleasurable tingle in his leg and his heart pounds harder when he sees Viktor licking the knife clean.

“Good?” he asks, eyes twinkling as he begins to bandage up the wound. Yuuri isn’t certain he bleeding will stop this time, but the thrill makes his chest throb harder. They can have it sewn up later. Viktor always takes care of him.

He nods and grunts when Viktor ties the cloth around his leg tight before picking up the plate and bringing it over to the stove. He’d prepared everything already ahead of time and Yuuri watches him through half-lidded eyes and a cloudy mind as he sets the contents of the plate in a pan left heated on the stove.

The hiss of meat and the smell has his mind reeling and he fights down whatever tries to come up from his stomach. Viktor glances at him, smiling, and Yuuri ignores the scent of blood dripping down his leg onto the floor.

He’s halfway conscious when the stove is turned off and Viktor comes back to sit beside him, a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

“Smells so good,” Viktor whispers, holding the freshly made katsudon up to his nose, “You smell delicious.”

Yuuri’s head is spinning as he watches Viktor tenderly picks up the slab of cooked meat with a bit of rice, tucking it between his lips that quickly become greased in oil. They’re shining as bright as the blue of his eyes and as he chews, Yuuri feels his stomach roll. Somewhere between his legs, he’s throbbing.

“Mm. Vkusno!”

Yuuri smiles.

Anon has simple needs:

Yuuri rides Victor wearing nothing but Victor's Russia training sweat/jacket/thing. Victor loves everything about this (idk maybe it's his birthday - or at least it feels like it is)

I'm posting this anon in the spirit of the meme but anyone who knows me will know this is me.

This is Chris' mystery man: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CzuVf1XWEAArNFV.jpg

This is Kotomine Kirei from Fate/Zero: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CzuVgEQWQAEqZ6E.jpg

Tell me they don't look alike.

This is the longest of long shots but I would kill for fic where Chris is dating Kirei, with all the horrible implications that stands to hold.

Knowledge of Fate/Zero a plus, but if you know nothing about Fate/Zero and are still interested in "Chris dates an ex-priest who was previously married and rumored to have killed his wife, who also has deeply repressed sadistic tendencies" that comes close enough for my needs. Anything to do with mages and the holy grail war a good bonus, but not required or really expected.

TL;DR: "Chris' boyfriend looks mild-mannered but has a dark past and some nasty bedroom proclivities; Chris has surprisingly little problem with this." That's it that's the prompt.

any pref re: who bottoms?

:D :D :D ILU ♥

OP

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

Yessssss. Nonnie, you are the greatest.

It was already a perfect day of a perfect vacation when Phichit saw that he had a message from Guang-hong. Even better! He ducked into the bathroom. It was probably innocent, but it could be something not meant for his hosts eyes. Even if Yuuri's mom had said that little Chinese skater was cute. Once he had privacy, he opened it and pressed a hand to his mouth to cover his gasp.

"I fell so much today. 囧
Someone should take care of me!"

The picture showed a very banged-up Guang-hong, sitting splay-legged on a locker room bench and wearing nothing but his skates and a pretty, pleading expression that was only enhanced by the bruise on his cheek. It was a great picture. Anyone would want to take him home and comfort him, kiss down that line of bruises from his ribs to his thigh and tell him how brave he was.

"Poor Guang-hong," he texted back, "I know just what you need...."

Luckily for him, it was a slow day at the hot springs. He had a pool all to himself, so he didn't feel too bad breaking the rules just this once. He stripped down and settled into the hot water, sighing happily. It would be nice if Guang-hong were really here. Maybe some time they could both visit together - his home rink was Harbin, that wasn't so far.

Once Phichit had soaked enough, he deemed, to give him that perfect, hot-spring look, he leaned onto the edge and took his phone in one hand, his cock in the other. He looked at poor, lovely Guang-hong, so in need of his tender loving care. If he were here, Phichit would help him take his skates off and get into the hot spring - very carefully, supporting him all the way. His hips were so bruised, Phichit would let him sit on his lap so he'd be comfortable. It would feel so nice, rubbing against each other in the smooth, wet heat, but they'd have to be careful not to come in the water. They'd have to hold back until they had a chance to make love in the shower or in bed.

He propped his phone up carefully, set the timer, and knealt up on a rock, leaving just his knees in the water. He scooped up a handful of water to pour down his chest. If he got it right, it would sparkle. He gave the camera a coy, inviting look as he poured. From the sound of the pictures, he thought he'd timed it right, but he'd have to check. Eagerly, he glided over to the bank where his phone sat. Perfect! The cascade of water sparked in the evening light, along with beautiful, crystalline droplets on his eyelashes, his collarbones, his cock.

"Wish you were here. I'd take such good care of you," he sent along with the photo.

Once he was out of the bath and dressed, he sent some other pictures of how he'd take care of Guang-hong- with a big bowl of katsudon and a pretty tree with a bench where they could watch the sunset together. Guang-hong went out for dinner to a little Korean restaurant near his rink. Phichit was pretty sure that since they'd been home for training he'd received pictures of Guang-hong with every menu item from that place, but he didn't mind a few more. It always looked so tasty, and so did Guang-hong.

When he'd finally gone to bed, he lay on his back, thinking. Finally, inspiration struck. He slid his pajama pants just low enough on his hips to pull out his cock and balls, tucking the elastic waistband under them. He rucked his shirt up and pinched his nipples until they were nice and hard. His cock had started to rise by then - not all the way, and he tried to keep his composure enough to keep it that way. It would make a sexy picture like that. He held the phone above him and studied the picture on the screen. Hmm, not bad. He slid one knee up and tucked his free hand behind his head. Better, but it still needed a little something. He pulled his hand out from under his head and tapped his lip. Now, what would really set this selfie on fire?

Aha! He picked up the hem of his shirt and brought it to his mouth, holding it in place with his teeth, and looked up at the camera with an innocently seductive glance. Just right! He held the camera in both hands like an amateur - his arms framed the photo and gave it a nice sense of dimension, but it also gave an impression that he was so innocent and inexperienced with this, he barely knew how to take a selfie, let alone a naughty one.

"Is this how I should do it, Guang-hong?"

A few minutes later, he got back, "Just like that. Look what you did to me."

Phichit knew he was in for one of Guang-hong's patented extra-slutty shots and he was not disappointed. The photo was artfully vulgar, centered between Guang-hong's spread legs. Trails where precome had dripped, untouched, shone in wavering lines down his cock and balls. A big, pearly bead had welled up at the tip again, ready to fall. Both his hands were on his ass, gripping symmetrical handfuls of his cheeks and spreading himself so Phichit would have a clear view of his hole. He'd put several inches of the selfie stick in himself to hold the phone where he wanted it.

"Put it on video and pinch your nipples until you come," he typed, one handed. "I know you can."

He stroked himself while he waited for Guang-hong's reply. Phichit knew he would be trying and was sure it wouldn't take long. Guang-hong looked so hot for him already.

He was right. The next reply had no text, just an overhead view of Guang-hong pouting up at him. His nipples and hole were red and tender looking. The trail of come on his chest and belly shone, a gleaming trail back to his soft, spent cock, looking so sweet and pretty. Still bruised up from training, he looked even more ill-treated.

It didn't take Phichit long to finish too, looking at that. He sent Guang-hong a picture of himself licking the come off his fingers.

"Please." His arms were shaking as he reached back to hold himself open, two fingers of each hand in his already-sloppy hole. She'd fingered him until he came while he ate her out, but her greedy King JJ wanted more.

God, he was irresistible like this. Isabella adjusted the end of the toy that was inside her - a comfortable size on her end, not the monster cock JJ was begging for. "Shhh," she soothed, pressing against the lean muscles of his back and letting him feel the size of the dildo between his thighs. "I'm going to give you what you need."

He wriggled underneath her, so amped up and jittery she wasn't sure he'd be able to relax enough to take it. It was a hair's breadth bigger around than her fist, unlike her fist, it stayed that diameter for the whole length of her forearm. He'd taken it before and that had been so hot, but they'd been on vacation then, with nothing to do but fool around. Not hours before he had to skate in the GPF.

She shifted back, sliding her hands down to his hips, and pressed the head of the toy against his swollen, red rosebud. Her gorgeous, slutty fiancé looked like the after shot in a porno already and still he was desperate for her to despoil him further. "That's it, JJ, there." She pressed in the first inch, feeling the toy press against her from the inside as its other end forced JJ wide open. "Is that what you needed?"

"Yes!" The pleading in his wail made her clench around the toy even as she stroked his hips comfortingly.

She pressed deeper, using both her hips to push into him and her hands to pull JJ back onto the huge cock that was splitting him open. He was pliant in her hands, whimpering and letting his knees slide into the splits for her ease of access. She rocked her hips to make progress forwards, stimulating them both in the process. For her, it was a pleasant, easy press like she might use to get herself off in the bath. But for JJ, she knew, it would be brutal, the stretch and shift of that massive, hard, silicone cock rearranging his insides.

"All right, baby?"

He whimpered. "Yeah. Oh, oh, Isabella!"

"I'm only half way in." She slid a hand around to feel above his pelvis from the front. "I think if I put it all the way in you, I could feel it from here."

His hips bucked back, taking another couple inches inside him and making her gasp at the sharp thrust inside her. "Please," he moaned, "please put it all in. Put it all in and then fuck me with it, I can take it."

She kissed the back of his neck breathlessly, groping for one of his hands. She found it and squeezed it in hers. "I will. Hold my hand. I think it's going to hurt you. Tell me if you want to stop."

In one long, slow thrust, she forced the rest of the toy, inch by inch, inside him. The pressure on her g-spot was maddening. When she her hips were flush against his ass, she took a moment to listen to his ragged breathing and slide a hand around to feel his belly. It was faint, but she was sure she could feel the hard silicone of the toy disdending it ever so slightly. She heard him moan and knew he understood what she was touching.

She slid her hand lower. JJ's cock was still soft from their previous exertions but he was dripping precome. She liked that. She hopes she could make him come soft, maybe more than once, with this huge toy dragging past his prostate, forcing everything inside him to its own shape. She realized she was already fucking him, with shallow, involuntary movements of her hips. This was what he did to her, her irresistible JJ.

"I'm going to fuck you harder now," she told him, still holding his hand. "Are you pretending you can't stop me?"

He nodded, face against the pillows.

"But you could," she murmured as she pulled back, JJ's hole making an obscene, needy sound around her cock. "Couldn't you? The only reason this is happening is because you're so desperate to get that slutty hole of yours stuffed, isn't it?"

Whimpering and clutching her hand, he nodded again. When she thrust all the way back inside him, his wail covered her moan.

With difficulty, she fell into a punishing rhythm. She knew she'd feel the effort in her hips, thighs, and back for days but it would be worth it for the way JJ shook and spasmed under her, sobbing as she fucked him through his orgasm. She came with the little toy inside her moving just right and she thought she could come again soon with JJ shivering and overstimulated under her.

"You're perfect," she moaned against JJ's neck. She abandoned her big thrusts to drive deep and rut against him, so she could rub her clit against the toy and slide her free hand from his hip to his limp cock. She was gentle, just cradling his package in her palm. JJ was a grower and she liked him tiny and soft just about as much as she liked him big and hard. "Can you come again?"

Even thick with helpless crying, his voice was cocky. "I can try."

She kept grinding into him but it was obvious that wasn't enough. With a tender kiss on his shoulder to aplogize for letting go of his hand, she trailed her fingers around the stretched rim of his hole, feeling it cling to the huge toy she was rocking inside him. "I think you need a little more, my king." She kissed his neck as she slowly began to slide a finger inside him.

His breath caught and he stared crying out. "Oh! Oh, god! Oh!"

"There," she murmured, sliding a second finger in, "feel how easy they go in? Your body knows to take anything from me, JJ."

He moaned. "Oh god, Isabella."

Even with the strange sensation of the monstrously huge toy in him alongside her fingers, it was easy for her to find JJ's prostate. She worked him there as she ground her clit against the toy, making it rock inside him. The way he wailed and babbled for her was going to get her off quick, so she sped up her fingers to match the faster hitches of her hips. She came with a moan as she felt him spurt into her hand, soft cock twitching against her palm.

Panting, they began the slow work of disentangling themselves, Isabella pressing idle kisses to JJ's back as they worked. Finally, the toy slid free of JJ's hole, leaving him gaping wide. He rolled onto his back with his legs spread wide, giving her a cocky grin to go with the display.

Her fingers traced over the loose, swollen rim of his hole. "I love seeing you like this." She stretched up to lay chest to chest with him and kissed his lips. "I love you."

"I love you," JJ murmured between kisses. "I love you so much."

"Are you going to be sore tomorrow?"

"Mm-hm, but don't worry it'll affect my skating." He planted a kiss on the tip of her nose and winked at her. "Just remember that every jump I hit, I'll feel you inside me, fucking me while I skate in front of the whole world."

They giggled together, kissing some more. "Now that's winning gold," Isabella began.

"JJ Style!" they finished in unison. Tomorrow was going to be a triumph.

AYYYYYY get it, girl

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Prompt Post 1

Michele Crispino/Emil Nekola/Sara Crispino, marathon sex, sexual exhaustion, multiple orgasms

Ensemble Cast & Michele Crispino/other male skaters - group sex, spitroasting, exhibitionism

BRAVO

Multiple/Victor, Yakov/Victor, underage, non-con, fill

Re: Anyone/JJ

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, heels, presentation play

no subject

no subject

Re: Anyone/JJ

Re: Ensemble Cast & Michele Crispino/other male skaters - group sex, spitroasting, exhibitionism

Re: Anyone/JJ

OP

OP

Yuuri Katsuki /Victor Nikiforov, Fantasy AU Dragon and Dragon hunter

Re: OP

Re: OP

Re: Victor/YuriK, vore FILL

Victor/Yuuri, riding, kind of clothing kink

Cristophe Giacometti/Mystery Man, keeping secrets, sadism

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo , kinky

Re: Multiple/Victor, Yakov/Victor, underage, non-con, fill

Re: Multiple/Victor, Yakov/Victor, underage, non-con, fill

Re: Phichit/Guang-hong - trading nudes

Re: Anyone/JJ

Re: Anyone/JJ