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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The true moral of the story is that some things in life are more important than winning. Like the people you love, and turning them inside out with monster strap-ons until they're so fucked out they can't even land a double.

Viktor Nikiforov is considered a trailblazer because he's the only male Omega, ever, to win a single international men's skating event.. let alone as many as he has. But there's a reason for that. Omegas are actually weaker, have less dense bones and musculature, get drunk easily etc than other genders. And I want something that focuses on that, on how much harder he has to work and how much easier he tires out or gets injured than the other skaters.

Victor knows Yuuri is a virgin. He expected blushing when they were going to have sex for the first time. He expected stammering and shaky hands and having to take charge.

He had not expected to get pinned to the bed and have his brain sucked out through his dick - or to get fucked so thoroughly that he had to be reminded of his name afterwards.

Aka the one in which Yuuri has spent the last five years fantasising over exactly how he wanted to fuck Victor on every possible surface, and is eager to get started on his very long list of Ways To Make Victor Climax. Victor spends the rest of the month being very happy and very, very tired.

Hot! ♥♥♥

Perfect. Just perfect.

His grip is rough. That much betrays him, but Yuuri’s eyes are bright with intent and when he lets them stray to Victor’s face. He’s radiant. Even as he fasts his lips to the crest of Victor’s hip. The sheer force of him leaves Victor shaking. What has he gotten himself into?

“Yuuri,” he breathes. Watching Yuuri fit a hand between belly and cock is an out of body experience.

“I thought it might curve.” Yuuri commits him palms to the shape of him, marveling in the reality of his skin. “But I didn’t think you’d be so thick. Here.” One thumb, at the root.

It makes for sloppier head, it seems. Too much for Yuuri, what with his mouth already so full. And Yuuri has quite a number of theories to continue vetting.

“I always wondered,” Yuuri says one afternoon while they are folding away the blankets from Yurio’s most recent stay. “If you could get off without me touching your cock.” It’s the ease with which he says it that has Victor reeling. Like blowing a kiss from the ice. Keep your eyes on me. And Victor is riveted.

If Victor can come from Yuuri’s words alone, they do not find out which ones that night. Victor is trembling too hard to speak when Yuuri at last relents and strokes him off in his arms.

There’s only a scant four years between them and yet it shows. “Dance with me,” Victor proposes of him on a summer evening, the short-lived night glittering with stars beyond the apartment window. In Hasetsu, the cicadas are probably humming. Here, voices mutter in the streets below. The refrigerator rumbles to life and clicks silent. Victor hums an old song he thinks he remembers from one of Yakov’s vinyls, sung by a man with a voice like dark gold rum, and they sway to the imaginary rhythm.

Yuuri begins to harden from just the beats of their hearts and the press of their hips. It’s quite enviable, actually. He laughs softly into Yuuri’s hair.

“Wow,” he says. “Even this? The surprises never end.” Yuuri takes their joined hands, reweaving the lay of them so that their fingers are intertwined. The ring is a warm, insistent weight in the vulnerable flesh between.

“Even this,” Yuuri answers. “Everything.”

They make love there on the floor. Victor supposes they can check that one off the list, too.

Male Omegas have vaginas. Viktor is a male Omega. I want an Alpha to go down on him and eat him out. It can be anyone! But bonus points if it's Yuuri Katsuki or Christophe Giacometti and double bonus points if Viktor's a little shy and inexperienced and his partner emphatically isn't.

I love how absolutely tender this is

"It's enough to make even me, a man, pregnant!"

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

Yuuri and Victor are role-playing a consensual rape scenario with Yuuri as the victim. Yurio drops by there place unexpectedly, overhears, and thinks that Victor is actually assaulting Yuuri. Protective, mad Yurio and eventual clearing up of the misunderstanding please.

Filled here! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9164197

A pleasure, anon! ♥

At some point - either pre triplets or when the triplets were younger and the nishigoris had a rare night off from looking after them - takeshi, yuko, and yuuri had a threesome.

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

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

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

I'm surprised I haven't seen anything like this yet, trying to give him more of a pig nose to go with the nickname.

So. Um. Yeah. That.

How and why is up to anon. Sorry so random, I just need something to laugh at, thanks!

A/N: Damn, was this fun to do :)) I couldn't sleep, and my mind was on a roll. Plus, this really happened to us.

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"PHICHIT, NO."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, the door completely fell off.

"What the fuck?!"

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

What the actual fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is so fucking beautiful and poetic and glimmering...I can't believe...

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

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

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

not op, but this was so cute and fun!

OP is dead. So dead :))))

No seriously, you made my day! Thanks for thissss :))))

Has anyone seen Brotherhood of the Wold/Le Pacte des loups? I'm not usually into non-con, but the brother/sister rape scene in that hit my id really hard for some reason, and Michele and Sara gave me some similar vibes.

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

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

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

After he retires, Yuuri starts gaining weight. Victor likes it.

Don't care which one's wearing it and which one's kinking on it

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

Chris does see Victor at the Worlds, and after the medal ceremony ends up making out with him in the bathroom. The start of a beautiful friends-with-benefits relationship.

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

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

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Prompt Post 1

Re: Anyone/JJ

Viktor/Yuuri Omegaverse, sexual dimorphism

Surprisingly aggressive virgin!Yuuri

Re: Anyone/JJ

Re: Anyone/JJ

This Ended Up Sappier Than Planned

Victor Nikiforov/Anyone Omega! Viktor Cunnilingus

Re: This Ended Up Sappier Than Planned

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Breeding Kink

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov Non-con role-play

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

Re: This Ended Up Sappier Than Planned

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

Yuuri Katsuki, nose hooks

Any character of your choice breaks an appliance.

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

Re: This Ended Up Sappier Than Planned

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

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

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

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

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

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - tie kink

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - fluff, humor, exhibitionism

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