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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}

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Seconded. This.

God someone please fill this

Dear Anon: I love your mind. I'll start

Celestino is too old for this shit. Working with teenagers implies risking some exposure to melodrama, but there's melodrama and there's--well. Whatever this is.

The first time it happened, Celestino was minding his business, coming back to the dressing room after hitting the gym at the training complex. Usually, nobody's here at this time; it's an hour after practice has finally been dismissed, and the kids should be in their dorm, waiting for the dining hall to open for dinner.

When he hears, "Nnnn, oh please, please more" from the other side of the door, he is exasperated more than anything else. He can tell exactly what's going on and whose voice this is, and he looks forward to breaking up whatever teenage passionate tryst is happening about as much as he looks forward to the weekly call from his mom, who is eighty but believes sons have Responsibilities.

He considers leaving it alone--he's pretty sure it's one of his skater boys, and as far as he can tell, they're all bent like a sickle. But then, teenagers: there might be a girl with him in there. She might get pregnant.

Celestino steels himself.

He didn't know what he expected on the other side of the door, but it wasn't this: Pitchit on a white towel, sitting on one of the benches and leaning against the wall, one hand on his dick and one finger knuckle-deep in his ass.

Like most men who've spent the last thirty years of their lives trying to dodge conversations about finding a nice girl and settling down, Celestino couldn't help it getting to him a little. Pitchit's skin is dark and creamy, his asshole a hairless pucker of dusky grey-pink, his almond-shaped brown eyes wide in shock at being caught. The fucking strand of hair falling over his eyes really isn't helping, either.

"Apologies," he says like the adult he is. "Be careful around here after practice, anyone can walk in and see. Now off to the dorm with you and I'll see you tomorrow."

He'll stop by the bar on his way back from work, and buy himself a double shot whisky as a special reward for being able to say this while keeping his eyes on Pitchit's.

The second time it happens, it's again on one of his gym nights. Pitchit is in the shower, with the curtain pulled back, jerking himself off while bothering one nipple with a finger. *Thank god he is quiet this time,* Celestino thinks, and he shouldn't have counted his blessings too soon, because when Pitchit hears him, his chest curves up and he moans, hand flying over his cock faster.

"Do you actually want to get caught!" Celestino scolds, annoyed. "Out!" He says and points to the door.

Pitchit stops and looks down, deflated.

His cock is still full, pointing up between his legs.

Celestino really, really doesn't get paid enough for this shit.

*~*~*

The third time, it's a fucking dildo, stuck to changing room floor, in direct view of the door.

Pitchit's skater thighs are working as he bounces up and down on it, and there's so much lube involved his ass shines.

Celestino stops in his tracks.

Pitchit reaches back and digs his fingers in his butt-cheeks, taking them apart so Celestino can see better. And this--this can't fucking be an accident.

Celestino sighs deeply and walks back out. He'll at least let the kid finish.

He waits against the wall of the corridor with his hands crossed over his chest and his eyes closed.

It about fifteen minutes until Pitchit comes out. He's showered, and, thankfully, dressed. There's a sports bag across one of his shoulders, and in it, there is a dildo.

"We need to talk," he says evenly.

And now--now--Pitchit has the gall to look embarrassed.

Edit: moved this to AO3, I think a multichapter thing will come out of it...

"That's right, lift your arm higher," she instructs and she can't deny he's worth it: being faced with Yakov's pinched face, his bad teeth, and his constipated personality on a daily basis.

"Beautiful, now on to the bar!" she says, and he's learned the entire series of stretches already. He executes with fluidity, grace, determination, precision. He's the kind of student whose work ethic deserves yours.

She's learned things about him along the way: he's being raised by his grandpa, who is his only surviving relative; he was deeply hurt when Viktor left, and like most too young to know better acted out against the one that took him away. He dropped out of high school after grade eight, and he burned all his bridges--it is skating or bust now, and with his temperament, she's not too sure she wants to know what bust would look like. Just like he quit high school, she retires early from her job at the Bolshoi. All her colleagues think she is crazy. She tells them she's finally found a student worth teaching.

It doesn't make her protective. Liliya never wanted children, and she wasn't about to adopt any now, so she doesn't mother him, she respects him. Yuri calls her with her full name and he uses the second person plural to address her, so she thinks that he respects her, too.

She watches him breathe exactly right with his stretches, iron focus on his body. He's at the stage where he feels it, now: he self-corrects before she does. He's only fifteen, and he is already past discipline--he is in flow. He's past being a champion, or a medalist--he's art, and she hopes she'll be around to watch him grow.

After practice, they sometimes go to hers to eat. She's got the grandfather's number so she texts him with a pick-up time, and pictures him put on his thick-framed glasses at peer at his old-style Nokia, busted god knows how many years ago and currently held together with one of Yuri's hairbands. She knows he's glad she keeps Yuri out of trouble, and that he may never tell her, but any meal she feeds him helps. She's scolded Yakov into securing another sponsorship, and anything past that, she provides herself--track shoes, socks, ointment for his feet. She's a dancer; she understands what it took to get those calluses.

He turns sixteen and he enters the European Championship. Victor and his husband come to watch him perform. In spite of that, he gets silver. Victor hugs him, after, and her throat burns together with his.

He's not supposed to, but he's snuck booze from somewhere that night. He knocks at her hotel room door at ten thirty, drunk and in tears. "Please, Liliya Baranovskaya, I can't-- I can't watch it anymore, please, anything," and throws himself in her arms. She holds him and remembers--not only how deep a first love can go, but also how people love when they've got nothing to lose. She wants to tell him that it will be OK; that one day he'll move past Victor and find someone of his own, but she can't. It's not true, and she'd never lie to him. Oh, he'll find someone, allright--she's not naive, she knows he would have found someone tonight if he'd cared to--but whoever he is, Victor's shadow will be always between them.

She holds him and she pets his hair while he cries himself to sleep, then she puts him to bed and sleeps in the chair.

*~*~*

Title: It's Not a Bug, It's a Feature

"You did it again, didn't you," Victor laughs at him at the after-party.

"Fuck you," Christophe says and sips at his champagne. "I could do it right here, too, if I wanted." He wiggles his eyebrows.

Chris is one of those people: so thoroughly liberated and sex-positive that he somehow managed to trigger the sexual insecurities of almost everyone he met.

"But how does it even work, tho," Victor says with the sincere eloquence of those way past their fourth flute. "If you cum so easily, can you even, like, put it in someone? Won't you just, like, be done a third of the way in?"

Christophe laughs out loud. "Oh, my sweet summer child," he says. "I can't even start to tell you how misguided you are."

Victor stares, and blinks. "But how?" He says.

"Sorry, babe, but in love, I'm an author: I show, don't tell."

"Huh?"

"Drink up, baby boy, and let's go upstairs."

"But I'm not done drinking yet!" Victor says.

"Don't worry, your fairy godmother Christophe will take care of everything. C'mon."

They pass by the drinks table on their way out. Christophe winks at the bar-tender, grabs a two-thirds full bottle of champagne, and leads him out with a hand on the back.

"Oh, I love curious boys," Chris says as he presses Victor to the elevator wall, and pins him in place. "Give us a kiss, darling," he says and moves in before Victor has a chance to protest. "And I especially love hot skater boys. These thighs, that ass, ah, my sweet, you're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Really." Christophe promises.

"I still say you'll nut up during the first minute."

The elevator pings for their floor. "This way," Chris points with the champagne bottle.

Victor follows him down the corridor, past the soft whirr of the unlocking door, and into the room. "Come on, princess, pants down, butt up! I'll be right there, I'll just need to get my lube and shit."

"Condoms?" Victor says

"I'm a slut, but I'm a clean slut. Got bloodwork done for the event, you're in the clear. I'll pop one on if you want, though?"

"Nnnaaaah," Victor says and undresses while looking at Chris right in the eyes.

"Nice work," Chris says. "Turn around for the pants bit, will you love."

Victor does, and lowers his dress trousers slowly.

"Best sport in the universe, I'm telling you," Christopher walks up behind him and squeezes his ass. "Fucking divine; awwwww, I'll fuck that bubble butt and I'll die happy."

"Enjoy all fifteen seconds of it," Victor says.

"Bend over the desk, you little shit-- let me get all this crap they've got here."

Day-trip brochures and room-service menus fly to the floor, together with the desk lamp. Victor walks over and takes position as instructed.

"Excellent," Chris says. "Spread your legs. Let me just-" there's the sound of some fiddling behind Victor's back.

"What the fuck's that?" Victor says.

""That, my love, is a cock ring, and I better put it on before I keep staring at your ass."

"Like it, do you?" Victor teases.

"It's an excellent ass, love. Now, ready? That's right," Chris says and the first cold glob of lube touches Victor's hole. "You just relax, I'll take good care of you," he says and presses in.

Victor loves it; he's never been fingered this well in his life. Chis really takes it slow, going in to the first knuckle, then stopping to rub circles on Victor with his thumb, then in again a little deeper. Soon Victor's pushing back on the finger and it's not even touching his prostate or anything, it just feels nice.

"Ready for another one, plum?"

"This is cheating," Victor says.

"Nope, fair bet, we start counting at penetration," Chris reassured.

"Fuck you're good at this."

"I know love," Chris says and there's the second finger, working itself in. "I know."

Chris scissors. "Three fingers or dick?" he says. "How tight do you want it?"

"Tight," Victor pants and pushes down on the fingers.

"Okay, okay, just let me-" Chris lines up his dick, pushing in to the hilt.

"Fuuuuck," Victor says, because it's glorious. It's just the right amount of pressure, stretching him out insistently, but slowly. "Oh, fuck you," he says as Chris slides out, then back in, scraping all the right places.

"Tilt a little," Chris says and adjusts his hips. "There now. Awwww, you feel so tight; you should do this more often, darling." He slides out, pushes back in with just a tad more force at the end, and it's slow and steady and just what Victor wanted.

"Fuck, this is nice, go like this, I don't wanna come to soon," he says.

"Sure thing, love," Chris says and grabs his buttocks hard.

"Wow, you're so good at this," Victor says.

"Practice," Chris pants out.

"Go harder," Victor says, and Chris delivers. "Fuck did you study this at fucking brain surgery school you nail me every fucking time-" he says and reaches for his own cock.

"Fuck. God I really need to get going with this; I need to come so bad I want to pump my come right down your ass-"

"Fine with me," Victor says and jerks himself off faster.

"Let's do this, darling, fuck, I need to take this off so bad," Chris says and there's a slight click.

"Chriiiis," Victor whines for underneath.

"I know, love, jerk yourself off, it's coming time," he says. He's pumping short and fast into Victor's ass.

"Fuck," Victor says and shoots up somewhere under the desk. "Aaaaah, I came," goes Chris at the same time, and drives deep into Victor.

They stay like this, Chris softening in Victor's ass, and pant to catch their breath. Finally, Victor relaxes into the desk. "Fuck, I'm tired," he says, and makes to move.

"Ooooh, no, you don't," Chris says and holds his hips in place. "Fuck, your ass."

Victor can feel him grow hard inside him again. Then Chris slides out part-way, back in, and comes again.

"How many times-" Victor asks, amazed.

"Seven, eight. Hold on," Chris says. "I'll dump so much come into you you'll feel it at the back of your fucking throat. It's gonna leak out your ass and all the way down to the floor, I fucking swear," he says, and comes again.

After receiving such a thorough fucking, Victor holds out for the ride, even though he's starting to feel a little sore.

"Fuck," says Chris finally, "I'm done, I'm fucking dry. All the come I've got, it's all inside there," he says and pulls out. "You want me to finger you through one more? Feel it come out and down your legs-"

"Fuck, yeah," Victor says, and Chris is already going for his cock with one hand and his ass with the other.

It does leak down his legs, all the way to the fucking floor.

*~*~*

They fall into the bed unceremoniously, messy and half-exhausted. "Your ass is mine tomorrow, Giacometti," Victor says.

"You let me come onto your face eight times then go to town, darling," Chris says, and falls asleep.

edited version at http://archiveofourown.org/works/9408599

It's gonna happen. When he's at the onsen going, "you think you can keep him to yourself" and "where's my fucking room, i'm not sharing," and throws a tantrum, Victor rells Yuuri, "Don't worry, I'll sort him right out" and goes after him. Yuuri listens from next door and can tell exactly what's going on; jerks himself off and comes miserably on the floor. I will write it, swear down, but no time now.

I love your mind, anon! +1

OMG PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Yurio lost a bet and is forcet to skate with a plug up his butt. It can be practice, a competition, whatever.
You choose the pairing, as long as it's M/M. Threesomes are ok too

Seconded!

Perfect, simply perfect!

Seung-Gil Lee loves dogs a bit too much, but he would never take an advantage over a non-sentient being. But once he meet a gorgeous dog, who is sentient, can talk and even solve mystery cases. Seung-Gil is charmed and easily seduced.

Remember that man with Canadian flag? He is the biggest fan of JJ.
I want a fic where he is a bit obsessed with JJ and tries to get into his pants, consensual or not.

Guang Hong is cool hitman, Georgi is his nemesis. Basically, the same story like his dream during skating, only Guang Hong fucks Leo in the end.

Everyone knows Viktor is a worldly, experienced Casanova-type who loves them and leaves them, and Yuuri is a shy, blushing virgin who hasn't so much as held a person's hand before meeting Viktor, let alone had actual sex.

In reality, Yuuri's time in Detroit may or may not have granted him a(n entirely sincere) reputation as a player and a sex god (to Yuuri's consternation), while Viktor has barely made it past second base with the few partners he has had.

Fluff, angst (if the filler wishes), and, of course, hilarity ensues.

What would that entail? Like, that's definitely not a no, just, tell me more. :D (I do want Yuri to actually be into Minami, even if it's mixed with other feelings.)

Hi, op is glad thus meme isnt dead.No preference, go for it!

Seconding this!!

On TV, Yuri's finishing up his free skate. He did brilliant, as usual, camera zooming in on the shit-eating grin full of smug satisfaction which tells Otabek that Yuri knows it, too. The final scores come out and sure enough--this would be another gold. Otabek wishes he could have been there in person, but The Four Continents are coming. Otabek thinks he' s got an actual chance to win, so he's been spending as much time as possible at the rink.

Yuri goes and sits next to Yakov, grinning. Yakov's pleased, too.

Otabek starts fiddling with his cell phone and pretends he's not waiting for it to ring like a schoolgirl.

"Beka, did you see that?" Yuri says without preamble, still excited. "I did it, I landed everything!"

"And your spins had very good speed to them," Otabek says. "Congratulaitons. You deserve that gold."

"I wish you were here, so we could celebrate," Yuri says. "Leo's taking us clubbing later."

"Have fun! And take pictures!" Otabek manages to squeeze in before Yakov calls for Yuri and Yuri needs to go.

*~*~*

Colorado's eleven hours ahead of Moscow, so it's mid-morning and Otabek is at the rink. He should really focus on his form, but he can't stop getting distracted by half-dread, half-excitement. Would Yuri do it? When? Where? Who with? He needs to get on his cell phone to find out, but his coach watches like a hawk. He could be doing it right now, and Otabek wouldn't know.

Distracted, he lands hard on his butt. His coach scowls.

"Sorry, toilet," Otabek says, and fuck this. He's out the rink and in a stall within a minute. His phone is blinking to alert him to a new message. Otabek opens it as soon as he closes the stall door.

My reward, the message says, and underneath it is a picture of Yuri looking up, mouth stretched around a black dick so big he can barely fit a third of it in. Otabek's feeling so inadequate and yet he can't help starting to get hard.

You good with this, my man? comes another text. i got your boyfriend's phone he says to shoot and send whatever

good Otabek says, and admitting it makes him feel even more pathetic.

Waiting for the next pic is torture: it gives Otabek the time to think, and that never goes well. They don't talk about this, but Otabek's always felt less than--starting from their earlier skating days when he'd had to work twice as hard at things Yuri got on the first go. On through their teenage years, when only Victor had existed for him, Otabek treated like he's part of the furniture. He'd finally dared to make a move, but deep down he knows it's only because Yuri can't have Victor, now that he's actually married and training bright hopefuls out of Denver. Up to now, when Yuri shows him he could get someone else whenever he wants, and sends pictures.

The pictures tear Otabek's heart in two, but he can't look away from them either. They go in a special folder and he hasn't deleted a single one, even the crap and smudgy ones. Yuri is always so, so beautiful, in every one of them.

What he gets next is even better--it's a vid file. Yuri and Black Guy are on some cheap hotel bed. Yuri is on all fours, making the most wretched sounds as the black guy pumps into him. Then black guy pulls out all the way and shows Otabek Yuri's gaping, stretched hole, and Otabel just can't--he digs into his tracks where his cock is rock-hard, and rubs. Black guy lines himself up and slides in again. The phone shakes as he thrusts and gives Otabek a view of Yuri's curved back, his head down on the pillow. The video cuts off.

Otabeck's breath catches in his throat. He wishes he could wreck Yuri like this--wishes he were good enough, but he isn't.

Another video arives. Black guy holds the phone in one hand and has the other on Yuri's hip, pulling him towards himself to meet his thrusts. Then black guy grunts and starts pumping harder--Otabek can tell the exact time when he comes. He pulls out, and Yuri's hole is again stretched and ready, only this time come starts leaking out of it and down his balls.

Otabek wishes he were there; wants to fuck into that hole, into the other guy's come, and it doesn't take him long after for his hand to speed up and him to come over it.

He closes his eyes and pants, his heart still beating fast enough to come out of his chest.

What a fucking trip.

The phone pings again. It's another video, this time of Yuri, on his back and looking an absolute wreck, finishing himself off. He makes a chu~ face at the camera.

The final thing he receives is a picture of Yuri's face, eyes closed, golden hair strewn on the pillow. The text reads, your guy is dead to the world. i tucked him in. he said to tell you he's looking forward to coming home. don't know who you are, man, but you're so lucky you landed him; thanks for sharing.

k, then i'm not your man. the way i see it involves yuri getting his anger out on the poor kid and doing some rough mean shit, and that's not what you're looking for. hope you get a good fill, tho!

I've got a "Victor fucks Yuri P on the side 'cause he's an unethical slut" one in the works. Multichapter, end game negotiated poly where Yuri and Yuuri are metamours. Does this fit the bill?

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Prompt Post 1

Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

Re: Victor/Yuuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Victor/Yuuri/Yuri - College Student AU

[Part 1] Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

Re: [Part 1] Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

Re: [Part 1] Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

Re: [Part 1] Re: Phichit Chulanont/Celestino Cialdini - exhibitionism, risk of getting caught

Re: Yuri P/Lilia Baranovskaya

Re: christophe - hair-trigger dick

Re: christophe - hair-trigger dick

Re: Victor/Yuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Victor/Yuuri/Yuri Spanking

Re: Christophe/Victor/Yuuri - DP

Re: Victor/Yuri, Yuuri/Yuri, Victor/Yuuri/Yuri Spanking

Any male/Yuri Plisetsky - butt plug while skating

Re: Mari/Minako

Re: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky [exhibitionism/soft d/s]

Seung-Gil x A Dog, Bestiality

JJ x His Canadian Fan, non-con

Guang Hong x Leo de la Iglesia, AU based on Guang Hong's fantasy

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - urban legend love life/lack of

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

Re: Phichit / Guang hong / leo , kinky

Re: Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov - urban legend love life/lack of

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, Yuri Plistesky/Other; netorare, masturbation

Re: Yuri Plisetsky/Kenjiro Minami, oh no he's hot

Re: Yuuri/Victor, cheating, NTR