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Prompt Post 1

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-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
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky

Ao3 collection:

victor nikiforov/yuuri katsuki, lingerie

(Anonymous) 2017-03-06 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes Yuuri likes wearing fancy, lacy underthings.

Viktor also likes Yuuri wearing fancy, lacy underthings.

He loves getting fucked by Yuuri in fancy, lacy underthings.

Everybody has a good time.

Victor/Yuuri - handcuffs, blindfold, toys, edging, cock slut, double penetration (with toy + cock)

(Anonymous) 2017-03-07 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
O gracious writer does not have to do all of the aforementioned requests, but edging and toys is a must.
I'm fine with either one as a top, just make it so goddamned dirty that we'll all meet in hell after we die.

Victor/Yuuri - toy, edging, DP - [FILL] 1/2

(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The prompt kinda mutated on me. It's been a while since I wrote smut, so I'm not sure it's as filthy as it should have been, but I hope you like it.


They've been at it for hours.

It started with Yuuri pushing him down on the bed, Viktor's laughter at Yuuri's impatience cut off when Yuuri swallowed him at once, and Yuri blowing him hard and fast. It took Yuuri two minutes and nothing but his cheeks hollowed in suction, not a hint of tongue, fingers keeping Viktor's hips tight in place, to suck the orgasm from Viktor's dick, and what felt like Viktor's brains with it. Two minutes and Viktor was undone, breath gone fuck knew where, burning up under his clothes, post-orgasmic before he even knew it.

Yuuri didn't even bother to spit, just swallowed the load. There were a few drops threatening to trickle down at the corner of his lips, shinier than his slick-shiny lips, catching Viktor's eyes. His tongue darted out and swiped it down like he didn't even need to think about it, as he stood up again, pinning Viktor under his gaze, and Viktor thought he was in it for good this time. This was it, he was going to die, pulled apart under Yuuri Katsuki's ruthless mastery of his body, if Yuuri didn't give him a heart attack first.

That didn't happen. Instead Yuuri scrambled to straddle him, the fly of his pants barely open, tented over his hard-on. Viktor lifted a brow, the world made soft and warm with his orgasm, filled with tenderness for Yuuri's impatience even in the face of his imminent demise.

"Need a hand?" He didn't wait for an answer before slipping his fingers down Yuuri's pants, stroking him, marvelling – Yuuri was so hard already, it was going to be amazing.

"Ah—" Yuuri caught his wrist. "—don't."

Viktor looked up at him, smile stilled in confusion. Yuuri's cheeks were bright already, sex flush or blush. Yuuri's bashfulness caught up with him at the most outrageous times, and it was impossibly endearing to see Yuuri barrel through his own inhibitions.

Yuuri licked his lips, more resolved than seductive.

"Let's make this last."

Viktor's breath stuttered, and he nodded in understanding. He was in it for good. Good thing tomorrow was their rest day; when Yuuri choose to make it last, he'd fuck Viktor for hours and hours, long past Viktor started begging for mercy. Viktor never was in a state to skate without embarrassing himself the day after. Not because he'd pull something – god, Yuuri was never more dizziyingly, maddeningly gentle than when he reduced Viktor to a sobbing, whimpering mess, gagging on his own need – but he needed the whole day to become solid again, for his bones and joints and muscles to emerge out of his liquefied state.

Yuuri's Adam apple bobbed.

"Help me get these off," he said, and he sounded wrecked.

It took a while; or at least longer than Viktor thought it would, given Yuuri's earlier urgency. Yuuri was getting distracted taking Viktor's shirt off, running his hands on Viktor's shoulders and down his arms, his chest, again and again. He only helped taking his own pants off when Viktor lifted him, pants and boxers pushed down mid-thighs, and then he rolled off and tore them off.

"Yours, too," Yuuri said, walking around to the bedside table, cock jutting up against his stomach. Viktor swallowed, and looked away, stripping down faster.

The mattress dipped when Yuuri straddled his thighs again. He had the bottle of lube in one hand, the six-inch blue dildo in the other, and an expression that suggested that if the floor opened up under his feet he'd wrestle his own blush into the abyss himself.

"It's. If you want. For me."


"Yeah, okay," Viktor agreed, like he would have agreed to any demand Yuuri made with that choked, determined voice, and tried to spread.

The dildo fell from Yuuri's grip and bounced off of Viktor's side. Yuuri put the flat of his hand on Viktor's chest and pushed, stopping him.

Viktor looked up,. He followed the toned lines of Yuuri's arm until he was gazing at Yuuri's face, Yuuri's lips red from the blowjob, hair a mess from shucking his shirt off, his eyes intensely focused.

"I mean I want you to use it on me."

This was three hours ago.

Since then, they've prepped Yuuri up. They've lubed him up, and they've filled him with their fingers, Yuuri's and Viktor's, curling inside Yuuri as his back arched. Yuuri's index finger crooked, forcing Viktor's to bend as well, and Yuuri's breath exploded in tiny, bitten off gasps. They've poured more lube on the dildo, and they've stretched him with it, fucking it slowly in and out, until Yuuri's hole loosened enough that Viktor could position the tip and tuck it in with one smooth slide, watching Yuuri's face for signs of discomfort and only finding naked, hungry bliss.

At some point – Viktor's not sure when, between Viktor slipping in a finger next to the dildo when Yuuri told him to (then another, and another), and Yuuri giving his own balls a brief, sharp squeeze to stall off an orgasm – Viktor got hard again.

Then Yuuri – still propping himself up on Viktor – guided him inside, dislodging the toy off just enough to make room for Viktor's dick to push in. Viktor's cock nudged the toy with every micro-inch he pressed inside, Yuuri's body a furnace around him. Yuuri was gritting his teeth on shouts or whimpers, Viktor too stunned to ask him to let out. He was struck dumb; he could feel the other shaft stuffing Yuuri rubbing against him with every breath either of them took, like a punch low in his belly. Yuuri was bracing himself on Viktor's arms, clasping hard to make up for the sweat he'd worked up, and he worked at sliding down, inch by incremental inch. His eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"You don't have to, Yuuri, we can stop," Viktor babbled.

Yuuri's grip tightened on him in answer. "I can do this. Just stay with me."

"Okay." Viktor ran his hands down Yuuri's chest, the skin hot under his touch, muscles taut. "You've tensed up. Slow down," he said, ignoring the way his dick was pulsating when he thought about Yuuri taking him whole, Yuuri's ass split open on the toy.

Yuuri closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell slowly, until his head was hanging low.

"Maybe push in yourself? I don't have enough hands to hold myself up and fuck myself with the dildo and your cock," he said, short and blunt like he got when sex or skate lit him enough. It made Yuuri an incandescent creature, all laser-like focus and unknown limits, inhibitions blazed away. "Get it in me already."

"My hands and cock are all yours," Viktor promised.

Yuuri let out a silent exhale, maybe a gust of a laugh, that brushed hot against Viktor's skin. Viktor groped for the base of the dildo and held it as he pushed in, slow, slow, and Yuuri pushed out a low, long moan. Halfway in the water in Yuuri's eyes spilled over, and Viktor almost stopped.

"Don't you dare!" Yuuri's voice whipped, rough with effort. "I'll be better when you're in me, it's just frustration."

Viktor opened his mouth to check Yuuri was really sure – Yuuri didn't mind tears in bed, but so far they'd all been Viktor's – but Yuuri cut him off by pushing down, taking him by a good half inch.

"Fuck!" Viktor's hands flew to Yuuri's hips – to steady him – more probably to slam him all the way down, Yuuri was so hot and close and full, Viktor's dick wanted so badly to be inside – but by the time he touched Yuuri's hips he'd come back to his senses. Steady. He breathed in and out. He was the one who needed steadying, more than Yuuri.

Yuuri who smirked.

"Right. Stay just like this, if you can't do as you're told."

"Yes, coach," Viktor replied, lips curled in a smile.

Yuuri huffed. "You do talk back."

"Aren't I good enough to afford to?" As they bantered, Viktor put his fingers on the base of the toy again, so he could hold the toy in place while Yuuri screwed himself down. The tip of his fingers skimmed against Yuuri's rim in time with Yuuri's rocking, feather-light against the tender flesh, and Yuuri hissed every time it happened.

It was the work of minutes that stretched like the most delicious torture until Yuuri finally stopped, seated on Viktor's lap, mouth slack.

"I—oh, god."

Viktor smiled, smug.

Yuuri's throat worked silently for several seconds. His thighs shivered, suddenly free from the exertion of holding him up. Viktor stroked them comfortingly.

"That's it, you're in – you're all inside, right? And the dildo, all of it?"

"Almost," Viktor said, and he finished pushing the toy in as he thrust just slightly out – and then the other way around, out with the toy, in with his dick, just a few millimeters, just enough to cause friction.

Yuuri almost fell down on him.

"Fuck, Vitya, don't--" he braced himself back up. "I don't want to come yet, all right? Let me feel it, I want to enjoy this."

Viktor was sheathed to the balls, a dick-sized dildo snug against him inside Yuuri, so hard he could dril a hole in the plastic, and Yuuri hadn't even come once yet. Was telling him he wasn't planning on coming any time soon. Unreal.

Until he and the dildo had both been buried in Yuuri's ass, he'd had doubts they would even fit. He'd never have said it, of course, not when Yuuri was giving it his all, but he'd seen what size the toy was and he'd remembered how when he's inside Yuuri, he feels the vibrations of Yuuri's noises squeezing around his cock.

Clearly he should have had more faith.

Now they're here, Yuuri riding Viktor, grinding in slow rotations that fill the air with wet sounds, from how much lube they've used and Viktor's precome mixing inside Yuuri and squelching out, the most intimate song of their obscene soundtrack. His hair is slicked back with sweat, his eyes blown-out. He looks like he's going for gold in sex, trying to set a world record for fucking his own brains out. Viktor's the one holding that title, but he'll gladly relinquish it tonight if it means Yuuri making them slowly lose it in this bed.

Viktor's muscles scream for release, palms flat on Yuuri's thighs. Yuuri allows them so long as Viktor keeps still, with no regard for how much Viktor wants to touch him, to run his hands all over him, chase the shivers breaking under his skin and feed them caresses.

His own breathing has grown labored like Yuuri's. He's holding his orgasm in, but at least Yuuri doesn't ask him to also hold his voice in.

"You're amazing, zolotse, you take me so well."

Yuuri's dick dribbles when Viktor praises him, so he makes to swipe the tip with his thumb, but Yuuri seizes his hand and pins it to the bed.

"Do I need to handcuff you?"

Oh, fuck. Heroically, Viktor refrains from ramming up.

Viktor wonsiders calling his bluff; the rhythm of Yuuri's hips is far too regular for for him to be able to up and go all the way to the bedside table, but on the off-chance Yuuri would, he keeps his mouth shut. There's absolutely no way he won't shoot his load if Yuuri goes through the process of fitting him inside again, alongside the dildo. Not for the first time, Viktor wishes Yuuri believed in cock rings.

"No. Sorry."

"I want to come just from your cock," Yuuri says, and Viktor's dick pulsates. Yuuri's eyes widen – he's definitely felt it – and his hand trembles when he reaches up, fingers of his right hand lacing with Viktor's, fingers of his left hand curling to brush Viktor's cheek. "Can you do that for me?"

Viktor takes a deep breath. Tears his eyes away from Yuuri's painfully red dick, and the way it visibly throbs when Viktor nods. Tries for a smile that probably comes off watery.

Yuuri starts moving again, slow, bends until he can whisper in Viktor's ear. "Tell me again how good I am."

This time, Viktor's laughter comes out broken.

"You're going to kill me, Yuuri. Do you know what you do to me? I want you to use me until you can feel the memory of me when you dream. I want to fill you up until you're never empty again."

Yuuri sobs. "Not yet, not--"

He's been teetering on the brink of orgasm for hours now, teasing himself with Viktor and denying both of them. Each of his gasps comes more ragged than the previous, drives him down deeper onto Viktor's cock; Viktor can feel Yuuri's breathing through his dick, through how close they are to each other. Yuuri's thighs, framing Viktor's sides, are trembling with the strain.

At first he'd welcome Viktor's attempts to turn him on further, be it with small touches or with encouragements, but now it seems even that's too much. He's slapped his hand on Viktor's mouth, and so close, Viktor can see how Yuuri's pupils have eaten his irises, nothing left but a thin, burning circle of brown, like the halo of a solar eclipse. If it means going blind watching him, Viktor won't tear his eyes away.

"If you make me come before I say so," Yuuri breathes out, "you're not coming at all." He takes a breath, licks his lips. "Nod if you get it."

Victor/Yuuri - toy, edging, DP - [FILL] 2/2

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Re: Victor/Yuuri - toy, edging, DP - [FILL] 2/2

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Re: Victor/Yuuri - toy, edging, DP - [FILL] 2/2

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Re: OP

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Re: OP

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Re: Victor/Yuuri - toy, edging, DP - [FILL] 2/2

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Everyone/Victor Nikiforov, Consensual gangbang, sloppy seconds, hero worship

(Anonymous) 2017-03-07 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor announces his official retirement the at Worlds. The skating community is sad to lose their legend, and somehow an appreciative gangbang is organized so the skaters who looked up to Victor can show them how much they appreciate him by fucking him until he's dripping come and completely satisfied. All the skaters get a turn. Yuuri holds him through it and whispers sweet nothings in his ear.

Re: Everyone/Victor Nikiforov, Consensual gangbang, sloppy seconds, hero worship

(Anonymous) 2017-03-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded. This will a be a dream-coming-true fanfic.

pitch perfect 2 au

(Anonymous) 2017-03-07 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
re-watched it recently, and well pitch perfect 2 au anyone? a cappella battle, awkward trying to sass but winds up flirting instead yuuri? Russian singer legend Victor? Russian terms of endearment?

Everyone/Yuuri Katsuki, Consensual gangbang, bukakke, multiple orgasms

(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Victor organizes a gangbang for Yuuri to completely wear out his amazing stamina. Only Victor gets to come inside him, which is where the bukakke part of the request comes in. Victor fucks him last and fills him up.

Any skaters you want to throw in the mix are perfectly welcome. Extra bonus points if Celestino gets a turn with his former student.

Re: Everyone/Yuuri Katsuki, Consensual gangbang, bukakke, multiple orgasms

(Anonymous) 2017-03-27 05:10 am (UTC)(link)

Jean-Jacques Leroy/Yuri Plisetsky, Pet play/kitten play

(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't care why or how - established relationship, Yuri loses a bet, whatever - but Yuri dresses up like a catboy in bed. Ears, tail plug, and a little collar with a bell. JJ calls him "kitten" and indulges his catlike grumpy moods, but Yuri also finds himself surprisingly into it.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is unexpectedly amazing in bed

(Anonymous) 2017-03-08 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor expects Yuuri to be a shy, virginal, shrinking violet. He's built up this idea of how their first time together will go.

What actually happens is that Yuuri blows his goddamn mind in bed. He's been fantasizing about Victor since he was twelve years old, he knows what he's about. Whether it's actually his first time having sex or he has previous experience doesn't matter, just as long as he rocks Victor's world and leaves him in a melted puddle of post-orgasmic bliss.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is unexpectedly amazing in bed

(Anonymous) 2017-06-18 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)

Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - Christophe PoV, D/s overtones

(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
Christophe adding up the hints and coming to the realization that he was so, so wrong in at the Cup of China when he called Viktor Yuuri's master. So wrong. It anything, it's the other way around.

Ideally, it's nothing overtly sexual that tips him off at first.

Christophe being both stunned and delighted by the My First D/s vibes oozing from Yuuri and Viktor. Maybe unable to resist commenting/congratulating them at some point?

For this prompt I'm not interested in a threesome or in Christophe pining after Viktor, but if you can work the dynamics in with Chris and Viktor having been FWB at one point, I'm totally okay with that. I'm not really looking for explicit voyeurism either, just voyeurism on their public interactions, if that makes sense.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - Christophe PoV, D/s overtones

(Anonymous) 2017-05-09 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Aww, I love this prompt!! +1

Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - Lilia and Minako is Yuuri's coaches

(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
After her divorce Lilia comes to Hasetsu to spend time with her old friend and rival Minako, she discoveres Yuuri and decides to coach him to compete against Yakov's skaters, including Victor (she gets Minako to help too, and while they coach Yuuri together maybe old feelings bloom and they get involved). Lilia and Yakov want Yuuri and Victor to be bitter rivals but they get close instead and fall in love Romeo and Juliet style, balcony scene included.

Re: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki - Lilia and Minako is Yuuri's coaches

(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
SECONDED. I want this fic so much.

Jean-Jacques Leroy/Otabek Altin, reason for the undercut

(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Otabek did his hair in that style because of JJ. Can be sad or funny, one-sided or mutual. Please no bashing of Yurio or Isabella.

Yuuri Katsuki - camboy, exhibitionism, anonymity, edging, D/s undertones

(Anonymous) 2017-03-12 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yuuri's never been good at intimacy, both physical and emotional. It feels like an intrusion. It feels like people throwing demands on him. So he's never had sex with another person.

Sex on video is another matter. Being a camboy lets him anonymously hold the attention of thousands and deny them ever touching him or knowing who he is yet bring them to climax every time. He doesn't care for his fans, but it feels great. He loves the attention, he loves the power of being able to do whatever he wants, he loves being able to tease, he loves the confidence. Yuuri as camboy is basically Eros Yuuri.

I'd like anything based on that scenario: Maybe just Yuuri making a recording. Maybe Phichit gets home while Yuuri's recording and helps him with his lighting (Phichit's not into Yuuri but he can appreciate artistry). Maybe another skater is rubbing it to an old vid and recognizes Yuuri. Maybe Viktor and Yuuri's sex-tape gets leaked and Yuuri's only reaction is to put a link to his old videos in his Twitter, saying "old news." Maybe Yuuri tells Viktor about being a camboy and Viktor believes all his birthdays have come at once and he goes and watch everything. Maybe Viktor thinks it's so hot he begs Yuuri to do a stream while Viktor watches.

bonus: one part he doesn't care about is the comments giving details of how and when the commenter came - not until Viktor and he revisit his vids and Viktor starts reading/acting out/commenting those comments, and vocally supports the commenters' appreciation of Yuuri. Then it starts sounding like huge compliments.

DNW: jealousy (if you write Viktor, I want him to be really into the idea of thousands of people coming over the sex vids of his boyfriend, wow amazing! you're so hot yuuri, i love you), physical intercourse unless it's Viktor/Yuuri.

[FILL 1/?] Yuuri Katsuki, ft Yuuri K/Phichit - camboy, exhibitionism, anonymity

(Anonymous) 2017-04-15 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
somehow my quest for a quick little prompt to fill resulted in me starting something for this gem. (demisexual camboys? yes.) some platonic Phichit/Yuuri smooches in this one, hope that's ok. Viktor hasn't showed up yet but he will be. important later. haha. It's not the filthiest but i'm enjoying myself. hope you do too.


The edge of a bed, neatly made with clean blue sheets. The fuzzy shape of fingers too close in the foreground, the angle straightening slightly. A man's silhouette cut off at the torso, trim, in a loose black t-shirt and blue underwear.

"I've never done this before." The man sits on the bed, cut off at the shoulders now. He sits with his knees together, and puts his hands on them. "Is anyone watching?"

There is a ping. The man leans forward, though his face remains out of view.

"Oh. Yes. It's nice that you're there. Thank you."

The man sits back again and puts his hands to his chest, over his shirt. One hand trails up over the collar to run along his neck; the other runs down to curl under the hem.

"It feels like I should take this off. But I don't really know how these things work. Am I supposed to tease you?"

His legs open. His lower hand trails down the meat of his thigh.

"It feels different with people watching me."

A ping. Another ping.

"Oh. That's very kind. Thank you."


"I'm from Japan. I live in the United States right now. I came for college."

Ping. Ping. Ping.

"Mmm, that's alright. I'm not really here for conversation either. Is there something you want to see?"


It becomes something not normal, but perhaps... comfortable. Exciting, even. A special treat, which lights up a special mindset that Yuuri can never quite recapture once he's switched the stream off. Certainly he's never acted anything like it around another person.

With it on, he feels sensual and untouchable, a rare piece of art to be admired. He isn't wildly popular like he knows others on the site are, but he makes a fair bit of pocket change and draws a reasonable viewership. And when he's being honest about it — something that Yuuri mostly only does in the shaken, exhausted, come-streaked wake of a particularly hot show — he knows he doesn't really do it for either his viewers or the money, even if he is hoping to make enough for a new pair of skates soon.

He does it because, maybe, there's something about it that he really... really...

Well, it works for him more than any of the dates Phichit has occasionally convinced him to go on, and that's as much of an opinion on it as he has right now.


The man in nothing but a pair of black stirrup leggings, resting in a full straddle split on the floor. He has a black mask covering the lower half of his face, and his bangs are loose and wet from sweat, or maybe a shower. He hums, leaning forward on his elbows as he reads the next question.

"I've been doing dance... and gymnastics... since I was a kid," he says. "I still do them now. Some of you who have been here before have probably noticed the bruises."

He wiggles his feet at either end of the split; they are mottled purple, red, and brown.

Ping. Ping.

"Thank you. I've never been complimented on my feet before."

Ping. Ping. Ping.

"You know, I've never tried that. I am pretty flexible, but I think the length of your torso and your dick has more to do with it than flexibility."

Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!

The man lifts himself a few inches off the floor with his hands and eases around into a forward split.

"Really? Now? I wouldn't want to disappoint you all if I can't manage it. And I don't know if it would be that sexy to watch."

The computer chimes incessantly as the man reaches out for his back foot in the split to catch it and raise it up, arching his back.

"I tell you what. If you all manage to double my tip target for this session, I'll make a point to try it for you next time."

Ping ping ping ping ping.

"Because," the man says, releasing his foot as he glances at the screen. "This time I really just want to get fucked. Hard, you know? Why else do you think I'm stretching? Do you think I only like being looked at?"

He laughs and rolls slowly out of the split, displaying a muscular back. He slides his hand down his side and around to palm his ass, arching into it slightly. He digs in his fingers.

"I want to come tonight. I want it in me so hard I feel it tomorrow, and the day after."

He turns his head, so he's looking right at the camera, eyes dark over the edge of the mask.

"Don't you want to see it? I want to show you."


(He stands in the shower afterward, in shock.

It always escalates on camera. He's never been so sore before. It's the off-season but he's still skating, it'll still get in his way.)


"It's more fun when you go out with us, Yuuri," Phichit says. He's in his tightest pants, gold glitter twinkling across his cheeks. "You're sure you don't want to?"

"Not tonight," Yuuri says, from where he's lying flat on his bed. He's watching Phichit's hamsters scurry around in their cage; the silver one pushes the bronze one off the wheel and begins running. "I want to catch up some stuff alone."

"Alright," Phichit says, voice warm. "Next time maybe?"

"Next time," Yuuri says, and waves goodbye.

After a few minutes, he takes his glasses off, and takes out his phone.


[ktkdon has scheduled a live show for 1 hour from now.]


Maybe he had been dragging his feet a little bit with the buildup, but half the fun Yuuri gets out of it is in imagining those eyes on him, desperate for a glimpse of something he hasn't allowed them to see. It's why he's still, thankfully, got his shirt on when he hears the key in the door to the room.

"—ri, it's no fun dancing without you, let's dance..."

Yuuri sits bolt upright, pulling his fingers out too-fast and pulling the shirt down to cover himself. He glances frantically over at the laptop but it's on his desk, across the room. The camera he's set on the bookshelf is even further.

"Oh," Phichit says, the door slamming behind him. "I've walked in on you! I was wondering if I ever would."

Yuuri has walked in on Phichit twice in the past year. Phichit is not a very careful person.

His computer is letting out a nonstop string of little chimes. "What kind of porn sounds like this?" Phichit asks, leaning over to look at the laptop screen.

Yuuri makes a strangled, aborted noise.

"Oh," says Phichit after a moment. "This isn't porn."

"Close it," Yuuri says.

"Wow, they really want me to kiss you," Phichit says, watching messages scroll through the chatroom. "And, uh, do other stuff."

Yuuri decides, fuck it. He straightens the rest of the way and loosens his grip on the edge of his shirt; his dick is still fairly hard, and pokes out from under it. He's got lube on his hand. He says, "You can kiss me if you want to."

Phichit blinks at him a few times, and then says amiably, "Okay."

"But," Yuuri says, glancing over at where the camera sits on the shelf, "since he's going out of his way, I think this merits a big tip."

It turns out that Phichit is a handsy kisser. He giggles, grabbing at Yuuri's ass, as Yuuri tries hard to gasp instead of giggling back. They're standing, which means no view of their faces, but the sound should pick up just fine.

"Alright, that's enough," Yuuri says breathily, as Phichit kisses messily at his throat.

"Aw, but I—" Phichit says, hugging Yuuri closer.

"Enough," Yuuri says, and grips at Phichit's hair. "Go get a glass of water. Come back for me in ten minutes."

Phichit giggles again, ruining it a little. Yuuri smiles and slips his mask back up.

"Ten minutes," Phichit says.

"And I'll do whatever you want," Yuuri says.


omg i can't beliefve
i came so hard
u should have llet us see u kiss
was that your boyfriend he should totaly fuck you
best surprise ever!!!!!!!!
iwanna nut over both of yu
who tops
no wya it was his boyfriend lol
best channel wtf
he should pin u down on the bed take of that mask damn


"Seriously though, if you're filming yourself you should get some better lighting," Phichit says thoughtfully, as they watch The King and the Skater 2 half an hour later. "I'll help you set it up, if you want."

"That would be nice," Yuuri says, half his face in a pillow. "Sorry, again."

"It's fine, Yuuri," Phichit says. "You totally surprised me with that though! I really never would have thought."

"I don't do it that often." He's about to fall asleep, tired from the orgasm he'd hurriedly wrung out of himself.

"It doesn't matter. It's fine! Like I said, I'll help you with lighting or angles if you want."


"You're going to miss the movie, Yuuri. You said we'd do whatever I wanted."



Yuri Plisetsky/any (gen welcome), weight issues

(Anonymous) 2017-03-12 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything in which Yuri has to deal with putting on (a little bit of) weight/not being absolutely perfect. I'd prefer the angstier end of h/c but if given fluff, I shall take it.

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/any (gen welcome), weight issues

(Anonymous) 2017-05-09 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded. Give his belly lots of love

Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov - Moulen Rouge AU

(Anonymous) 2017-03-15 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Victor is an elite courtesan who doesn't believe in love, and Yuuri accidentaly steals his heart.

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - canon divergence, pining, D/s

(Anonymous) 2017-03-17 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
canon divergence AU where canon doesn't happen/happens differently, maybe Stammi Vicino doesn't get posted and Viktor stays in Russia and Yuuri proceeds to get himself into the GPF all on his lonesome anyway.

Viktor is into Yuuri, and Yuuri doesn't get that it's not all pillow talk and/or is done with letting his heart get the best of him and/or is pretty bitter and frustrated about everything but especially his failure to medal gold yet again and Viktor Nikiforov not remembering he'd mistaken him for a fan last year and offered to take a photo, and their "relationship" can be summed up thus:

*I love you," Viktor says.

"Get on your knees," Yuuri says.

Up to you how much of an asshole Yuuri is, who medals what, if there's a happy ending in sight, and whether blowjobs/humiliation/begging are involved.

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - canon divergence, pining, D/s

(Anonymous) 2017-03-20 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
a+ prompt

Viktor Nikiforov/MOB, rape/noncon

(Anonymous) 2017-03-21 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
I just want Viktor to be violently raped and humiliated by a guy. That's it. It can be during a party, or he is attacked on a street, or maybe he is alone in a changing room, an intruder in his apartment, etc. It can be a sponsor, another skater, another coach, a violent fan/stalker angry that now he is engaged to Yuuri or something... anything.

The only thing I ask is TO NOT put one of the skaters portrayed in the show or Yakov as the rapist.

Re: Viktor Nikiforov/MOB, rape/noncon

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Viktor Nikiforov/MOB, rape/noncon, Part 1 of ?

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Viktor Nikiforov/MOB, rape/noncon, FILL part 2 of ?

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Viktor Nikiforov/MOB, rape/noncon - FILL part 3 of ?

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Katsuki Yuuri X Mob, katsuki yuuri and yuri plisetsky - Rape/Non-con

(Anonymous) 2017-03-23 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuuri and Yurio get attacked, maybe after he moves to Russia. They think it's a mugging but then the men start getting handsy with Yurio.
Yuuri doesn't want something so bad to happen to Yurio so young so he offers himself instead, saying he will do whatever that want as long as they leave Yurio alone.

I would like the focus to be on the aftermath. How there relationship changes, how does Yurio feel about it, is he still mean to Yuuri because he is awkward and feels guilty.

Re: Katsuki Yuuri X Mob, katsuki yuuri and yuri plisetsky - Rape/Non-con

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Gen, no specific pairing - Skating to Animé Music

(Anonymous) 2017-03-24 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Based on Janny Medvedeva skating to Moonlight Densetsu here:

Somehow or another, the entire cast gets roped into skating to the soundtrack of some magical girl anime - complete with detailed frilly costumes. Maybe for Phichit! on Ice.

Phichit keeps his hamster hat.

Emil Nekola/Michele Crispino, drunken blowjobs

(Anonymous) 2017-03-25 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
At the Barcelona banquet, drunk Emil tries to convey his feelings to an equally drunk Michele. By way of blowjobs. Michele abandons all self-restraint and Emil is hopelessly into it because holy shit it's happening.

Victor/Yuuri/Victor, double penetration

(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
i don't care if time-travel or whatever. two victors, one yuuri. two dicks, one hole. bonus if other is long haired victor. (no underage tho.)

Re: Victor/Yuuri/Victor, double penetration

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(Anonymous) 2017-03-27 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
When Chris is in Italy for unrelated reasons, he gets invited for what he assumes is just friendly visit with Michele and Sara. When he realizes what is actually going on, it's almost a little too much even for him- but he does it anyway. When in Rome.

Viktor/Yuuri, top & submissive Viktor, bottom & dom Yuuri

(Anonymous) 2017-04-01 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
In the anime, Yuuri imagines himself in the feminine role during his Eros performance, but is also very dominant with Viktor (like in the tie grabbing scene). And Viktor embodies masculine Eros that but also does things like lace Yuuri's skates and comb his hair. So I would like to see a story reflecting all those things. (Because liking to bottom does not automatically make someone a sub!)

In short, a story where Yuuri loves bottoming *and* being Viktor's dom, and Viktor loves giving Yuuri his cock and anything else he could ask for.

Yuuri in lingerie is an optional added kink.

Re: Viktor/Yuuri, top & submissive Viktor, bottom & dom Yuuri

(Anonymous) 2017-04-01 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
anon, that's a good prompt. seconded.

Viktor/Yuuri, top & submissive Viktor, bottom & dom Yuuri

(Anonymous) 2017-04-01 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
In the anime, Yuuri imagines himself in the feminine role during his Eros performance, but is also very dominant with Viktor (like in the tie grabbing scene). And Viktor embodies masculine Eros but also does things like lace Yuuri's skates and comb his hair. So I would like to see a story reflecting all those things. (Because liking to bottom does not automatically make someone a sub!)

In short, a story where Yuuri loves bottoming *and* being Viktor's dom, and Viktor loves giving Yuuri his cock and anything else he could ask for.

Yuuri in lingerie is an optional added kink.

Victor/Yuuri/Chris threesome, rentboy Yuuri

(Anonymous) 2017-04-02 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris and Victor are FWB who meet up sometimes at competitions and share a rentboy for the night. They hire an escort, wine and dine the guy, then take turns fucking him. It's a nice treat for their friendship and hot.

This time, though, Victor ends up absolutely infatuated with the man they hire. Chris is a little jealous that Victor isn't focusing on him, Victor wants to actually know this adorable sex god outside of one night but doesn't know how to ask, and Yuuri can't believe his idol is paying him for a threesome.

Angst with a happy ending preferred.

Brat Yuri plisetsky

(Anonymous) 2017-04-03 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yurio being an asshole to anyone. Bonus points if he makes yuuri cry (or pissed of) and viktor + others finds out. Pls im desperate.

Yuuri/Victor - Mirai Nikki AU

(Anonymous) 2017-04-04 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yandere!Victor, can be played up and down however required. Victor fixates on his future as Yuuri's husband and does everything he can to make sure it happens. Even if he has to kill everyone to make it happen.