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I SWEAR I AM ALIVE
I'm so so so so sorry guys. My university exams start next week so I've literally been working, studying and occasionally remembering to eat and sleep. I swear I'm still here and I still love you all!!! My plan is after my exams finish to dedicate the time I have been using to study to just write until my eyes bleed :3 I did have one quick question though. One of you lovely people requested a non-yuri on ice fic and I was hoping you wouldn't mind PM-ing me? I just had a few questions. I don't want to give the fandom away cause if like it to be a surprise, but I've only had one request that isn't Yuri on Ice so if you've requested something other than that then this is directed at you ^^ Other than that I have found myself falling into the trash pit that is the shipping of two rather well known British YouTubers and I can't get out *hangs head in shame* so you well may be seeing some PhanFic on her after I get through the requests because I AM TRASH. I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend, and please feel free to continue sending requests cause I promise I will write each and every one of them (unless it's a fandom I know absolutely zip about :3 ) Thank you for your continued support Kittens!
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I'm baaaaaack!
I was in Paris for a few days so I haven't had tumblr that whole time (HOW DID I SURVIIIIIVE) but I'm back now! Will be getting back to writing tomorrow :3
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Anonymous said to kitties-and-rice-cakes: If you wouldnt mind, I’d love Guang-Hong and Leo discovering for the first time Ji is into being dominated? Preferably more just D/Saturday, no or very little pain play or insults? The thought of the tiny sweetheart loving getting his brains lovingly fucked out is just a fun one to me.
OOOOOOOOOOOO BOI HELL YES.
I always shipped this but I didn’t realise just how much I shipped it till I was writing this.
I am very much okay with this ship :3
This was really really fun to write, so thank you Anon for requesting this. I hope you all enjoy!
Contains: Mild Dom/Sub stuff, Leo being a Christian bean cause that is super important, Guang Hong being an innocent little flower AT FIRST ANYWAY and just a very important cute pure relationship.
It was difficult for anybody to argue with the opinion that Guang Hong and Leo were most likely the cutest couple in the figure skating world. Viktor had tried to argue that the title belonged to him and Yuuri, but when Leo pulled Guang Hong in close and Guang Hong made his eyes huge like a puppy’s Viktor knew he was beat. Yuuri had just laughed and patted Viktor on the head while Guang Hong did a little victory dance, Leo beaming at him from the side.
To anyone looking from the outside, they seemed like any other adorable young couple. They’d hold hands while on dates, Leo would feed Guang Hong from his own plate, Guang Hong would attempt to teach Leo how to use chopsticks while the poor American failed miserably, and they’d take endless selfies together.
And all of that was true. They were a very sweet, adorable young couple, very much in love.
But behind closed doors, it was sometimes a different story.
The two young men had been slow to become physical. Having started their relationship when Guang Hong was just 17, even though he was legally above the age of consent in China he was still very innocent. He’d spent the majority of his life on the rink and had never been in any kind of relationship before, let alone a physical one. Leo was also a virgin, although he had been in relationships before, but his faith had led him to want to save himself for somebody special. Leo wasn’t much for sappiness but he truly believed Guang Hong was whom he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, and he was the one he wanted to give himself to.
They’d been together for a year before they tried anything at all physical. Guang Hong was nervous, as was Leo, but the older of the two felt he needed to at least act more confident than the younger man to help him feel better.
But neither of them had any need to worry; it was perfect. Guang Hong had never imagined how it would feel to be so intimate with another person, let alone his best friend. That was the moment Guang Hong realised just how much he loved Leo, and Leo felt the exact same way.
Although Leo tended to be the one who initiated their sexual encounters, neither of them would have described him as dominant. The two of them had never gotten rough; it was always very gentle and loving, and they both adored it.
However one day, after they’d been together for two years, something changed.
Leo arrived back late from practice, slamming the door to their apartment shut. Guang Hong peeked over the sofa where he’d been curled up reading a book, knowing the look on Leo’s face very well.
“What happened?” he asked, standing up and padding over to Leo.
“I still can’t land those damn quads,” Leo grunted, kicking his shoes off and dropping his jacket to the floor, not even noticing Guang Hong picking it up to hang it up for him. “I’ve been practicing them for weeks, I should fucking having them by now!”
“Language,” Guang Hong scolded, only because he knew Leo would get angry at himself for swearing later on when he calmed down.
Leo looked like he was going to snap at Guang Hong for telling him off, but when his brown eyes met with Guang Hong’s bright chestnut ones he stopped himself and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry Ji, I’m just frustrated,” Leo murmured.
Guang Hong smiled slightly. Leo calling Guang Hong by his family name was a silly thing they did. When they’d first met, Leo didn’t understand the Asian concept of calling someone by their family name until you got to know them better, and even though he and Guang Hong were friends when he eventually found this out he was so worried he’d been offending him that Leo insisted on calling him Ji for a few months. As such it became a running joke with them, and was now almost like a pet name.
Walking up to his partner Guang Hong wrapped his arms around Leo, having to stand on his tiptoes due to Leo having grown a lot fast than Guang Hong had, and rested his head on Leo’s shoulder. Leo returned the hug, squeezing Guang Hong tightly and kissing him on top of his head.
An idea began to form in Guang Hong’s head and he pulled back slightly, running his fingertips gently down the side of Leo’s face. “You know,” he murmured softly, “there’s always other ways you could get rid of that frustration.”
Leo’s eyebrows practically flew up to his hairline. Guang Hong was never this forward. But…Leo would be lying if he said it wasn't very hot.
Without giving Guang Hong any warning Leo pulled him close again and brought their lips together hard. Guang Hong moaned loudly into the kiss but when Leo ran his tongue across the younger man’s lips he melted, opening his mouth up to let Leo in.
Their lips barely parted as they managed to make their way into the bedroom, losing all their clothing before they lay down, Leo holding himself up over Guang Hong, staring lovingly down at the Chinese boy before swiftly kissing him again.
Maybe it was the way Guang Hong had spoken, maybe it was the pent-up frustration from skating, or maybe it was a mixture of them both. Whatever it was, this was the roughest Leo had ever been and as he began to kiss down Guang Hong’s neck, leaving little red marks on his pale skin as he did so, Guang Hong realised that he loved it.
Guang Hong couldn’t hold in his moans and noises, panting out Leo’s name as he made his way further down Guang Hong’s body. Both of them were already hard: Guang Hong because of what Leo was doing and Leo because of Guang Hong’s reactions. He’d never been as vocal as this before, and Leo knew it was because they were being rougher than usual which he was not complaining about.
Just as his mouth was about to reach Guang Hong’s cock, Leo stopped suddenly with an idea. Grinning slightly he knelt up on the bed and began to run his hands up and down Guang Hong’s thighs.
Guang Hong froze slightly when Leo stopped, his eyes flying open. “Leo…pleeeeease,” he whined, his entire expression filled with desire.
“No,” Leo said simply, still smiling as one of his hand drifted further back towards Guang Hong’s ass. “I have something different in mind.”
Guang Hong immediately knew what Leo was talking about and he nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. Leo leant over and managed to fish out the bottle of lube they kept in the bedside cabinet. Squeezing a little onto his fingers while Guang Hong eagerly spread his legs, Leo began to run his fingers around Guang Hong’s entrance.
Guang Hong’s head fell back onto the pillow as he moaned loudly, his breathing becoming more erratic as he resisted the urge to just lower himself onto Leo’s teasing fingers.
Luckily for Guang Hong, Leo hadn’t planned on teasing his lover for long, and soon he slowly pushed one of his fingers into Guang Hong. Guang Hong screamed out, but Leo knew it wasn’t a scream of pain but one of pleasure. Even so he shot his eyes up to double check and when Guang Hong managed to nod once Leo began to move the finger inside of him, doing his best to stretch him out before he pushed another finger in.
By this point Guang Hong’s cock was leaking, and Guang Hong was gently stroking it, although it seemed liked he was doing it absentmindedly, the main point of his focus being Leo’s fingers inside of him.
“Leo…please…” Guang Hong began to beg. “I’m ready… Please give it to me…”
Guang Hong begging like that turned Leo on more than he thought possible. He slowly removed his fingers from Guang Hong, causing Guang Hong to whimper slightly even though he knew it would soon be replaced by something much better. Leo just brushed Guang Hong’s entrance with his cock before he leaned down to kiss him. “Of course, wǒ de ài,” he whispered before pushing into Guang Hong.
Guang Hong barely had time to register that Leo had just spoken in his mother tongue before he was suddenly so damn full that he could no longer think straight. All coherent words left his brain, leaving him a blubbering mess of random words in English and Chinese, Leo’s name and extremely loud moans as Leo pounded into him, going harder and faster than he ever had before.
The expressions on Guang Hong’s face and the noises escaping from his lips were almost enough to make Leo cum then and there. But he didn’t, he kept going, hitting that spot over and over again that caused his lover to make the most delicious moans.
Guang Hong’s eyes fluttered open and his gaze met with Leo’s. Leo never wanted to look away from his eyes, a mixture of desire and pure love, and he reached out to grasp Guang Hong’s hand with his own, squeezing it tightly.
“I…I love you Leo,” Guang Hong managed to stammer out.
Leo’s smile grew even larger. “I love you too Guang Hong.”
Guang Hong returned the smile with one of his own before his eyes suddenly flew wide open. “L…Leo! I…I’m gonna…!”
Leo reached that point at the same time Guang Hong did. “I…I am too… Ah… I love you so damn much Ji!”
Both young men reached their climax at the same time, Leo deep inside Guang Hong and Guang Hong all over his own stomach and part of Leo’s chest. Leo dropped down to lie carefully on top of Guang Hong, still inside him, as they both got their breath back.
“So…you learnt Chinese?” Guang Hong asked quietly.
Leo looked up at Guang Hong and smiled, carefully pulling out of him so he could lie next to him. “Yeah, a little bit,” he admitted as the two now lay on their sides, facing each other. “I…wanted to surprise you.”
“Well I was very surprised,” Guang Hong smiled brightly, causing Leo to chuckle at how happy that made him.
“And you,” Leo remarked, tapping Guang Hong lightly on the nose, “looks like you enjoy being dominated a little bit.”
Guang Hong’s face turned bright red and he buried his face in his hands.
“Hey…” Leo said softly, taking hold of Guang Hong’s wrists and gently moving them away from his face, “I liked it too. It was nice to see a different side of you.”
“I…didn’t even know I had that side,” Guang Hong murmured shyly.
“But we can discover these new things together Ji,” Leo smiled, kissing Guang Hong softly on the forehead. Guang Hong made an adorable happy little squeak and snuggled up against Leo, the American wrapping his arms around him and holding him tightly.
“I needed this,” Leo admitted quietly, “so thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Guang Hong replied with a smiled. “So, you think you’re in a better frame of mind for practice tomorrow?”
“Maybe,” Leo grinned before looking down at Guang Hong. “But do you know what would help even more?”
“What?” Guang Hong asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“If you were to come with me,” Leo replied, to which Guang Hong’s eyes lit up again.
“Oh yay! I’d love to Leo,” he grinned, cuddling Leo tightly and giggling as Leo peppered his face with kisses.
“I love you Guang Hong,” Leo smiled. All his frustration from earlier was completely gone and he felt at peace with Guang Hong in his arms.
“I love you too Leo,” Guang Hong replied, snuggling up even closer to the person he loved most in the world.
This got pretty sappy at the end but hopefully you thought it was cute ^^
And for anybody wondering, Leo calls Guang Hong, “my love,” in Chinese.
I hope you liked this Anon! As always, feel free to request any fic from anything (I know I’ve only written Yuri on Ice stuff so far but that’s all that’s been requested; I love YoI to death but I’ll happily tackle other fandoms too :3 ) and if you enjoyed this I’d really appreciate a reblog or two ^^
Love you guys!
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I am SO READY for everything you said you're working on like yeeeesssss not nearly enough LeoJi out there and waaaaaay too little with Phitchit and Yuuri! So excited for your next story!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaah you bean!!! Thank you so much!!!
I’m actually doing nothing at all tomorrow (NO WORK NO UNI NO RUUUUUUUUULES wow that was cheesy I kinda wanna slap myself) so my plan is to write LeoJi tomorrow :3 Maybe also the Chris one cause I don’t think that one will be that long :-P 
But seriously, thank you so much for your support! This is so sweet of you :-D I hope you enjoy the stories!!!
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FIC TIME PEEPS.
So this was requested by the lovely @shutuptimmy under the prompt of “Seung-gil X JJ fluff”. Now this was something else I didn’t even realise was a ship, but this was really fun to write. I haven’t done fluff in ageeeeeeees so this was lovely ^^
You may have notice that my other stuff is tagged “nsfw” but this one is totally safe so I’ll be starting an “sfw” tag now too. Just a little heads up :3
Reeeeeeeeally hope you guys enjoy this!
He knew how obvious it was.
He knew this wasn’t normal for him.
For a while he’d been able to act normal and keep his usual grin on his face but now…
Everyone already knew anyway. Why bother acting like he was okay?
Even if someone didn’t know what had happened, just looking at JJ was enough to make you realise he was not alright. His hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes that hadn’t gone away in weeks, he was getting worryingly skinny, he wasn’t landing jumps properly in practice, and he wasn’t speaking.
That last one was the biggest one. JJ would talk to everyone and anyone, and it was normal for the other skaters, particularly quiet or angry ones like Yuri Plisetsky or Otabek Altin, to completely ignore him or tell him to shut up. But even they had been worried about him recently.
JJ knew he was worrying his friends and competitors, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Every competition, every practice, every gala it was the same.
“Hey JJ, good to see you. How’re you holding up?”
“I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. I am really sorry JJ.”
“Everyone’s really worried about you, you know. I hope you feel better soon.”
And JJ was done answering stupid questions or reassuring his friends that he was okay. He wasn’t okay. Nobody would be okay if their fiancé left them.
JJ had never taken Isabella for granted, but he hadn’t realised how important she was to him until she was gone. She had sworn to him that it wasn’t because of anybody else, that she just needed time to herself after dedicating her own life to JJ’s sport, but that was all just empty words to the Canadian. It hurt. He’d loved her; he still did. But now she was gone.
It had been two months now, but it hadn’t stopped hurting. Everyone had told him that it would get better, but so far they’d been proved wrong. He knew he should but he didn’t have it in him to unfollow her on Instagram, so he knew she was fine. Or at least she looked fine, going out to dinner with her friends, traveling to Paris with her parents and actually making a comment that it was nice to be in a city for reasons other than skating tournaments. That crushed JJ. He still didn’t unfollow her though.
Right now, JJ was walking through the halls of the rink in Barcelona, where he had come third in the Grand Prix Finals, the year Isabella had started the cheering and singing when he’d had his breakdown during his routine. He had his hood up and his headphones in. He should have been on the ice twenty minutes ago and he knew his parents would be looking for him, but he couldn’t bear to look at that rink again because all it held for him now were memories of Isabella supporting him.
He’d already ran into Yuuri, Viktor, Sara, Otabek and Leo, and he had walked right past all of them. They were all here for a gala, and while it wasn’t competitive it was to get the public interested before the new season for figure skating started, so it was important to gain supporters. The actual gala was tomorrow and today was just the practice, but that still meant everybody was here.
Apart from Yuuri, who had just given him a sympathetic smile which he was extremely grateful for, everyone else had tried to stop JJ to talk to him. But JJ didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to be here…
Squeezing his eyes shut and turning the volume of his music up to full blast, JJ began to walk faster, storming ahead through the corridors…
Until he smacked right into someone walking the opposite way.
Falling down to the floor and pulling his headphones out of his ears, JJ looked up to see Seung-gil, the South Korean skater, lying on the floor just slightly away from him.
“Oh damn, Seung-gil I’m really sorry,” JJ stammered out, pulling his hood down.
Blue eyes met dark, and for the first time since he’d known him JJ swore he saw Seung-gil’s eyes soften slightly. “Just watch where you’re going next time,” Seung-gil replied, brushing his own hair out of his eyes.
“I will. Sorry,” JJ responded, feeling a tiny smile grow on his face.
Seung-gil frowned. “Why are you smiling?”
JJ chuckled slightly under his breath. “I’m…not sure.”
Seung-gil sighed before standing up. “You’re a strange one JJ,” he stated before offering his hand to the younger Canadian.
“Well I won’t deny that,” JJ replied before taking Seung-gil’s hand and allowing him to help him up. “So have you already practiced?”
Seung-gil nodded. “Yeah, I had the second slot after Plisetsky.”
“I’ve seen your videos of your routine for the gala,” JJ smiled. “Looks like you’re back to your regular stuff.”
“Yeah, well,” Seung-gil shrugged. “The mambo stuff was…different…but didn’t exactly have the reaction I was hoping for. Seems like I’m just built for more lyrical music.” JJ nodded in agreement as Seung-gil looked at his watch. “Speaking of which, aren’t you meant to be on the ice now?”
JJ’s smile faded and his gaze dropped to the floor. “Yeah…well…um…”
JJ heard Seung-gil sigh slightly and he glanced back up.
“You’ve not been back here since you won bronze, have you?” Seung-gil asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.
JJ slowly shook his head. “I haven’t…but it’s got nothing to do with the bronze.”
Seung-gil held his hand up and JJ fell silent. “I know exactly what it’s to do with JJ,” he murmured, speaking softer than JJ had ever heard him before.
Glancing around them Seung-gil seemed to decide something before he began to walk off, calling, “Come on,” to JJ before he pulled his phone out.
JJ quickly followed him. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“Out of here,” Seung-gil answered quickly before pressed the ‘send’ button on his phone. About ten seconds later he got a reply. Reading it he said, “Phichit’s taking your practice slot. That means you’ve got his at the end of the day. He’s going to explain to your parents.”
“Hang on a second,” JJ said, grabbing hold of Seung-gil’s sleeve and pulling him back so he stopped walking. “I’m confused. Why are we leaving?”
Seung-gil turned back to look at him and actually smiled slightly. JJ felt his heart pick up as he dropped his hold on Seung-gil’s arm.
“Because you’re not going to skate your best right now,” Seung-gil answered simply. “And to be quite frank, I need you to be on top form so I’ve actually got some competition out there.”
JJ chuckled again in spite of himself. “You know it’s not a competition tomorrow Lee.”
Seung-gil shrugged, still smiling, before continuing to walk towards the exit. “Point of principle. Now come on. I want tapas.”
JJ didn’t think he was going to be laughing again for a very long time. What he also didn’t count on though was Seung-gil actually being one of the funniest people he’d ever spoken to.
Seung-gil wasn’t one to crack jokes, but he was very dry, and JJ loved that sense of humour. He knew Seung-gil didn’t open up to most people; the longest conversation he’d ever seen him have with someone else was when he told Sara to leave him alone when she’d tried to strike up a conversation with him. So he was very grateful that he was keeping him distracted.
That was exactly what JJ needed right now; a distraction. Something to keep his attention away from his phone and Isabella’s Instagram and the thought of having to skate on that ice again.
“So your program’s changed a lot this year too,” Seung-gil said as he picked up a small bowl of chicken from the tapas they’d chosen. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you skate to a sad ballad number before.”
“Yeah, it didn’t seem right to stick to the cheery songs,” JJ admitted. “Everyone knows what happened, so it seemed right to base my routines around those feelings. It’s how I’m feeling right now so it makes sense to skate to that kind of music.”
“Hmm…” Seung-gil hummed thoughtfully as he chewed on his food, eyeing JJ carefully.
JJ frowned. “What? Do I have food on my face or something?”
“No,” Seung-gil replied as he swallowed his food, “but that was the first time you’ve managed to talk about anything to do with Isabella without looking like you’re about to shut down.”
The abruptness of Seung-gil’s statement was a shock to JJ, but then he realised the Korean was right. Any mention of even his routines had sent the Canadian back into that pit he was beginning to get used to, until right now. Locking eyes with Seung-gil, JJ laughed under his breath.
“What is it?” Seung-gil asked, not looking away.
“You haven’t changed,” JJ said simply. “Everyone else is tiptoeing around me. They don’t know what to say or do so they all treat me differently than they used to. But you…you’ve kept me busy. You spent over an hour with me and didn’t bring Isabella up, and then when you did I was fine. Even before now you acted like anyone should when someone bumps into you and sends you falling to the floor. You didn’t let me off with it just because of what happened. It’s refreshing to be honest.”
Seung-gil rolled his eyes slightly. “JJ of course I’m treating you differently. I’m actually talking to you. Normal would be me ignoring you and pretending you don’t exist because to be honest usually you’re a giant pain in the ass.”
JJ burst out laughing at how Seung-gil said that all without batting an eyelid. Seung-gil picked up his glass of water and smiled as he took a sip.
“Seriously though JJ,” he said as the younger man calmed down, “I’m not stupid. There’s no point in asking if you’re okay. Of course you’re not. You’re an amazing skater and I’ve kept a close eye on you ever since we began to compete against each other. I know how much you loved her. So of course you’re hurt. And what she did to you was awful. But I also know you’re never going to get back up on your feet if you keep wallowing in your grief. You deserve better than her, and the best way to show that you’re back in the game is to do brilliantly at the gala tomorrow. But you wouldn’t have done that if your practice had gone terribly. Enter the distraction.”
JJ was shocked. He’d never heard Seung-gil talk that much in his life, and he’d never expected him to say something like that. Part of him felt like he wanted to cry, but most of him wanted to run back to that rink right now and practice till dawn.
But above all that, one part of Seung-gil’s little speech stood out amongst the rest of it.
“You’ve…kept a close eye on me?” JJ asked quietly.
The Canadian’s heart sped up again slightly when he saw a flash of a blush dance over Seung-gil’s cheeks. He looked down slightly. “Well…you’re my competition. And you’re a good skater. Of course I’m going to watch you.”
“Actually a second ago you said I was an amazing skater, not just good,” JJ smirked.
Seung-gil glared up at him but with a glimmer of humour in his eyes. “Watch it Leroy, or I’ll be making you pay for all this food.”
JJ’s smirk turned into a proper grin before he stood up. “I was planning to anyway,” he winked at Seung-gil before quickly jogging over to the counter. Seung-gil opened his mouth to protest but slowly closed it again, once again smiling into his glass of water.
Everyone else was gone apart from JJ, his parents and Seung-gil. The rink was quiet as JJ took some deep breaths in the centre of the ice to focus himself before he nodded to his father to start the music. Shooting a quick glance at Seung-gil he saw the Korean nod once and smile at him. JJ returned the gesture before the music started and he began his practice.
By the time the music ended his mother was in tears, and his father was very nearly there too. That was the first time in weeks he’d skated an entire routine without falling or missing a step.
Staying in his finishing position for a few seconds to get his breath back, JJ heard someone clapping. Looking for the source he saw Seung-gil beaming from ear to ear, clapping as loudly as his hands would let him. Nathalie and Alain quickly joined in as JJ skated over to the exit, his parents hugging him tightly as soon as he was off. Seung-gil hung back, allowing them to embrace their son.
“JJ, that was amazing,” Nathalie gushed, her tears still fresh on her face.
“Thanks mom,” JJ grinned, slipping on his skate guards once his father had passed them to him. Glancing over his shoulder at Seung-gil he turned back to his parents. “Listen, I’ll get changed and head back to the hotel in a little bit, okay? I won’t be long, promise.”
“Take all the time you need son,” Alain replied, clapping JJ on the shoulder before he and his wife headed for the exit.
As they passed Seung-gil, Nathalie grasped his hand and shook it. “Thank you dear,” she murmured. “Thank you so much.”
Seung-gil just nodded, slightly embarrassed, before JJ’s parents left the rink.
“Your parents are really nice,” Seung-gil said once they were alone, sitting down next to JJ as he unlaced his skates.
“Yeah, they’re the best,” JJ smiled. “I know I’ve really worried them lately. I think that’s why they were so relieved tonight. My sister told me they were scared I was going to give up skating.”
“Would they have been angry if you had done that?” Seung-gil asked.
JJ shook his head as he took his skates off and zipped them up in his bag. “No, they wouldn’t have been angry. They were skaters too, but they never pushed me into this. I wanted to skate. They know how much I love it, so I think they were scared I was going to lose something else I love.”
Seung-gil nodded in understanding, impressed that JJ was now able to say things like that without getting upset. He felt strangely proud of his new unlikely companion, but he’d never tell him that.
JJ sat up properly once he’d slipped his normal shoes on and turned to face Seung-gil properly. “Hey, you’re at the same hotel as us, right? I think I saw you in the lobby this morning.”
“Yes I am. I saw you too. You were talking to Viktor and Katsuki. Or they were talking to you at least.”
JJ chuckled once again, and Seung-gil smiled.
“Well…do you want to walk back together?” JJ asked softly.
Seung-gil was surprised at the vulnerability in JJ’s voice, and his smile grew slightly as he answered, “I’d like that.”
JJ’s own face broke into a grin before the two headed towards the exit. Just before they reached the door JJ reached out and took hold of Seung-gil’s hand. Their eyes flew to each other’s as JJ swallowed heavily.
“Um…thank you. For today. I mean it, thank you,” JJ managed to stammer out, his heart now thudding in his chest.
Seung-gil looked down as he chuckled slightly from his own nerves before he raised his eyes to once again meet JJ’s. “You’re welcome,” he replied softly, still smiling.
JJ’s face was bright red, and he began to loosen his grip on Seung-gil’s hand, meaning to let it go.
But Seung-gil tightened his grip slightly.
Their eyes met again for a moment before Seung-gil looked down again.
“…Only if you want to,” he said quietly.
Now it was JJ’s turn to smile as he squeezed Seung-gil’s hand gently. “I do,” he replied.
Seung-gil didn’t look back up, but his smile came back as the two skaters walked out into the warm Spanish night, hand in hand.
Thank you again to @shutuptimmy for requesting this!
In case people are interested, the fics that will be getting working on next are from anon submission to my ask box, and they are Guang-Hong X Leo, a rather steamy Christophe fic, and some Phichit X Yuuri loveliness :3 Not giving you any more details than that!
As always, if you have any requests for fics, smut, fluff, Yuri on Ice or otherwise, feel free to message me or send an ask! As always thank you for reading! 
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Question!
So I'm writing a fic for you lovely people right now (will be up hopefully within the hour if I can stop getting distracted) and during my research for this fic I have discovered a ship I did not know existed. PhichitXChristophe? Did you guys know about this? Cause I didn't know about this. Like do they even look at each other during the show? I mean, I know that's never stopped shippers before but still! I dunno, just thought it was strange. Any thoughts?
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1AM rambles
Is it bad that we're one away from having 69 followers and that when that happens I'm going to be howling with laughter cause I'm the most immature adult ever? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not. In other news I'll be in need of procrastination tomorrow so I will most likely be writing the second Seung-gil fic that was requested. Also you know that kink rating thing some blogs do? Where people send kinks through anon ask and the blog owner rates it on a scale of "hell yes" to "hell no"? Yeah, I'm bored so please send me them to amuse meeee :3 may give me ideas for fics too! I hope you're all having a wonderful day wherever you are kittens! ^^
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE.
This was a request by @captaincadash and it was something I’d never heard of. For anyone in the same boat as me, shibari is basically a Japanese form of rope bondage. It’s all about creating beautiful patterns with the rope and allowing the person being tied up to complete lose control.
The pairing in this fic is Seung-gil X whoever the hell you like. It’s left very much ambiguous so you can put any Yuri on Ice character in there or make it Seung-gil X Reader if you like, entirely up to you and your dirty lil imagination :-P
Also for anyone interested, the rope tie used here is called the karada, or “rope dress”. From what I gather it is more typically used on females so I edited it a little bit in this so it would work on a male, but I’m not sure how practical it would by IRL for somebody with a penis. Just throwing that out there.
I really hope you enjoy this!!! 
I’d never really felt comfortable around…well, anyone. Ever since I was a child I stayed quiet, preferring my own company to that of my classmates or even my family. That was one of the reasons why skating appealed to me so much; apart from my coaches who understood I wasn’t exactly the sociable type, I didn’t really need to interact with other people. When I stand on the ice, I stand alone. There may be the judges and the audience and the other skaters, but when the music started all that mattered was me and the ice. I always knew what I was doing. I was in control.
Of course, like in all sports, there are still other people to contend with.
“Seung-gil, come have dinner with us!”
“Seung-gil, do you want to warm up together?”
“Seung-gil! You’re skating to a mambo? That’s unusual for you!”
I ignored them all. It wasn’t a case of I was trying to be rude, I just didn’t see the point of making friends. They were my rivals. Of course I fully admit that some of them are amazing skaters and I do follow their progress, but I still wouldn’t count them as anything more than acquaintances. I found it difficult to think of anybody as more than that.
That is of course until I met you.
There was something different about you. You didn’t push yourself onto me. You were there when I needed you but you understood that I liked my own space, and you weren’t offended or hurt when I wanted to be by myself. You never tried to surprise me as you knew I like to be in control and always be aware of what’s going on. Gradually, you helped to break down that wall I’d built up. True, nobody else gets to see that side of me except for you, but I think you secretly like that.
But then our relationship started to change.
Given how close we became it really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when we became intimate. It was wonderful, but it was what most people would class as “normal”, if any sort of sexual relationship can be considered “normal” these days.
So when you suggested we try something new, I was both intrigued and a little bit nervous.
You showed me some things online, and I ruled out a few pretty quickly. I was not being blindfolded. Why anybody would want to drip candle wax onto their skin was beyond me. And nothing plastic was going in any orifice of my body.
However something caught my eye, and the interest I showed in it surprised both of us.
Neither of us had ever heard of shibari, but after some research you became even more surprised that this was what I had chosen.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure why either. My whole life, I’d always been more comfortable when I was in control. Even when I was a child, I hated surprise parties, and I made my parents tell me what my Christmas presents were before I unwrapped them. When I was skating I would come up with the majority of the choreography myself, and chose my own music and costumes.
Shibari was all about giving up that control slowly but surely, allowing the other person to tie you up with those ropes until they had complete power over you. That went against every natural instinct that I had.
But…I trusted you.
I was fully aware that I was not an easy person to be in a relationship with. I was stubborn, I was quiet, and I would often go off on my own for no reason whatsoever other than I just didn’t want to be around anybody, even you.
But despite all that, I care about you a lot. You mean more to me than I’d have the words to express. But this was a way for me to show you.
We had dinner together like we often did. I’d seen the ropes in your bag when you’d arrived but I pretended I didn’t. I felt nervous, and I didn’t want you to see that.
While we were eating we didn’t talk about it. Just general chit-chat about how your day had gone and how my training had been. But as soon as we had cleared up you turned to look at me with a shy expression.
You were nervous too.
“We…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I murmured.
You shook your head. “No, I want to. It’s just…I’ve never done it before. I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”
I smiled slightly, a rare sight that actually made you bite your lip which was adorable. “I promise if it hurts I’ll ask you to stop.”
Your own smile grew and you nodded. I held my hand out for you and I led you to my bedroom.
We lay down on my bed and kissed for a few minutes, my hands roaming all over your soft skin as I knew they soon wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.
Sure enough you slowly brought out the first piece of rope. The rope wasn’t that thick, which was what I expected given our research, but it also looked strong. I knew I wouldn’t be able to break it even if I wanted to, but I doubted that I would. And besides, I knew that if I asked you to stop and untie me that you would immediately.
I was still fully clothed but you still gently moved my arms up above my head and began wrapping the rope around my wrists, tying them to the metal bars which made up the headboard of my bed. You were straddling me, smiling softly as you pushed my sleeves down and wove the rest of the rope down around my arms, tight but not painfully so, before tying both ends together just behind my head.
Leaning down towards my ear as you did so you whispered, “You’re not in control anymore Seung-gil.”
I was never very vocal during out intimate encounters, but a moan escaped my lips before I even realised what I was doing. That alone was causing me to become aroused. I could not move my arms at all. They weren’t uncomfortable, but I could feel the ropes firmly on my skin. However I didn’t move or squirm. I…enjoyed the feeling. It was new but exciting, but nerve-wracking at the same time.
But…I wanted more of it.
Without having to say anything you began to unbutton my shirt. You didn’t take it right off – after all you couldn’t now, but from the look on your face that was intentional – but you did make swift work of taking my pants off, leaving me lying on my bed in just my underwear and my unbuttoned shirt.
You pulled out another piece of rope which was a lot longer, and not looking away from my eyes you began to tie a simple knot in the middle of it. The fact that you could do this without looking must have meant you had been practicing, and the thought of that made my heart beat even faster than it already was.
You leant down again and looped the rope around my neck so the knot you had made was behind me, giving me a short but soft kiss and a gentle look, checking if I was still okay. I simply nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth again. You smiled once more before you began to tie more knots in the rope, tying both sides together at equal intervals all down my body. You were taking your time and clearly knew what you were doing, and even though the knots and rope weren’t pressing against my body yet I could already feel my mind melting.
Part of me still wanted to fight this, my natural instinct screaming at me to take control back of the situation and stop you. But the rest of me was desperate to give in to the delicious sensation of being controlled, of being tied up by you, by allowing you and only you to see this side of me that I didn’t even know I had.
After four knots you had reached my crotch. My cock was already budging embarrassingly against the fabric of my underwear, but all you did was separate the two parts of the rope so they went around it and looped under my ass.
“Arch your back,” you said quietly, the shyness having long gone from your eyes.
I did as I was told and pushed my ass and torso off of the bed. As you threaded the rope up my back and looped it through the gap you had created with the knot you had placed behind my neck, the other knots you’d made finally made proper contact with my skin. I gasped, again unintentionally but by this point I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Oh god this felt good. This felt right. I didn’t want control over this situation anymore, no part of me did.
You again separated the two halves of the rope and brought each one round the opposite half of my torso so they met again in the centre of my chest. I lowered my body back onto the bed as you threaded the rope in between the first two knots going down my body. Pulling the ropes apart to make a diamond shape on my chest, you twisted the ropes under themselves to tighten them. I was beginning to pant now, my eyes fluttering closed as my head fell back against the headboard, my cock now fully erect and straining against the restraint of my underwear. I mumbled your name under my breath and I could hear you smiling.
Having me arch my back once again, you crossed the ropes over behind me before making another diamond in the same way as before in between the second and third knots, and then repeating the process with the gap between the third and last knot.
As you tied the last of the rope behind me and sat up properly to admire your work, my eyes were open, my cheeks were flushed and my mind was gone. I wanted you to do whatever you wanted to me. Any thought of control was gone, and my thoughts kept drifting further and further away every time I moved even the slightest bit and felt the rope and knots brush against my skin.
“You look so beautiful…” you murmured, brushing your hand against the evidence of my arousal.
“Mmm…p-please,” I groaned out, all my shame gone. “Please don’t tease me.”
You smirked slightly before slipping your hands into the small gap you had seemingly deliberately left and began to stroke my cock. I managed to whisper a thank you before all that I was able to get out was incoherent mumbles and moans mixed in with cries of your name.
You knew from my face that I was close, and you leaned in to kiss me, threading your fingers into my hair to hold me close. I kissed you back as hard as I could, moaning loudly into the kiss as I came all over your hand.
As I came down from my orgasm you sat up, pulling your hand out of my underwear and slowly licking my cum off of your fingers. I bit my lip as I watched and you smiled before the slightly shy look returned.
“So…how was that?”
I smiled ever so slightly. “Let’s just say you should be keeping hold of those ropes.”
You laughed, a trace of relief coming through, before you leaned over to untie the ropes around my wrists.
“Are you going to untie the rest of me?” I asked.
“Not quite yet,” you replied with a small smirk. “After all, you only need your hands free in order to show me how grateful you are to me for making you lose yourself like that.”
The idea of staying tied up while I pleasured you very nearly made me hard all over again. “I think I can manage that,” I replied, pulling you into my arms as soon as they were free to kiss you.
This is really more general rope bondage than shibari, so captaincatlash, I hope you aren’t disappointed… If this isn’t what you wanted just let me know and I’ll write you another one.
As always, if anyone has any requests my ask box and messages are always open! 
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GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR LAPTOP BACK.
Okay, so my laptop broke. I didn’t lose any data (THANK GOD. ALWAYS BACK YOUR SHIT UP KIDS) but now I can write agaaaaaaaaaaaaain!!!! 
I have two fics based off of messages people have sent me and three anon requests, and I am going to write as many of them as I can tonight. I hope you look forward to them!!! (Any Seung Gil fans are in for a treat!)
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YO. I AM ALIVE.
I am so so so sorry this took so long; my university work has been ridiculous lately. I really wanted to get this up in time for Yuri’s birthday but clearly that didn’t happen *sobs*
Ah well! What can you do! Hopefully you all enjoy this and it somewhat makes up for it ^^
This was a request by @idiotflowerex and is essentially a sequel to the cat ears fic which you can read here.
Anyways, enjoy! ^^
Contains: Kitty!Fetish, butt plugs, Yuri trying his damn best not to say anything Otabek being a little shit for teasing my son so much, and as always a looooooooooot of moaning.
Fuck, Otabek was nervous. This was going to go one of two ways: either he and Yuri were in for the night of their lives or Otabek may be spending the night sleeping alone on the couch.
It had been a week since Otabek had walked in on Yuri wearing the cat ears, but other than occasionally calling him “kitten” (which was usually met with a light blush and sometimes a tiny mewl before Yuri ran away in embarrassment) they hadn’t explored this new found kink any further.
However, Otabek had a plan.
The photoshoot Yuri had been practicing for with the cat ears had been earlier that day, and walking up to his front door Otabek was counting on him already being home and (hopefully) still be wearing the cat ears. Yuri had literally no shame and Otabek wouldn’t have put it past him to keep them on purely just because people wouldn’t expect him to. Little brat.
Having thought about this the night before, Otabek had done some research and gone to a, shall we say, very specific shop on the other side of the city (with his hood up and glasses on and only speaking to people when it was absolutely necessary) to buy something he thought would go quite nicely with the cat ears. Clutching the paper bag which didn’t give the contents away at all very tightly, Otabek took a deep breath and entered his apartment.
“Yura!” he called out. “You here?”
“Yep! I’m in the kitchen!” Yuri called back.
Otabek quickly kicked his shoes off and headed through to where Yuri was sitting on one of the kitchen counters with his legs dangling over the edge, scrolling lazily through Instagram. And, as Otabek had hoped and prayed, the cat ears were still on top of his head.
“…How did the photoshoot go?” Otabek asked, his slight hesitation due to the sight of Yuri in the cat ears bringing back extremely vivid memories of their night together the week before.
Yuri shrugged, not looking away from his phone. “It was fine. Should sedate the fan club for a while at least. I think they’re releasing the photos tomorrow if they can get them edited fast enough. It shouldn’t take them too long though.” Yuri finally tore his eyes away from his phone and noticed the bag Otabek was holding, his knuckles now white he was gripping it so tightly. “Beka, what’s that?” he asked, his head tilting slightly in curiosity.
Otabek wasn’t nervous anymore. The sight of Yuri in those ears and his reaction to the bag being painfully kitten-like made Otabek’s heart hammer in his chest, but it was no longer in fear.
Yuri could sense the change in Otabek’s demeanour and his eyes flickered up from the paper bag to meet Otabek’s darkened gaze. His own heart began to increase in pace. Yuri knew that look; he knew what it meant.
“B…Beka?” he mumbled softly, now anxiously wanting to know the answer. “What’s…what’s in the bag?”
“…Well…” Otabek murmured, walking towards Yuri and gently running the back of his hand against Yuri’s cheek, causing Yuri to lean into his touch on reflex, “you know how much I love those ears of yours, kotenok.”
Yuri shivered slightly in anticipation and bit his lip when Otabek called him by that name, his position on the kitchen counter making him eye-level with the older man as he nodded slowly.
“Well…this is something I think would go quite nicely with them,” Otabek said, finally passing the bag over to Yuri.
Yuri slowly opened the bag and looked in it, his eyes blowing wide open and a choked gasp escaping from his throat.
“If you don’t want to, I understand,” Otabek whispered, his voice changing from the deep husky one he’d just been using back to his regular voice. Yuri knew what he was doing, checking that Yuri didn’t think this was creepy or weird.
…But Yuri didn’t really care if it was creepy or weird.
Because the sight of the cat tail butt plug in the bag which matched the sandy brown colour of his cat ears perfectly was already incredibly arousing.
Slowly raising his gaze so his eyes met Otabek’s again, Yuri nodded slightly. “I…I’m okay with it,” he smiled softly. “Promise.”
And that was all the confirmation Otabek needed.
Without waiting another moment he scooped Yuri up with a hard and sudden kiss and carried him through to the bedroom, Yuri clinging onto both Otabek and the paper bag for dear life.
Yuri was already panting heavily. He didn’t think Otabek had ever undressed them both that quickly before, but now he was lying on his front and Otabek was kneeling behind him, and the only thing either of them was wearing was the cat ears on Yuri’s head.
Yuri was biting one of the pillows with all his might to stop him from crying out Otabek’s name while Otabek stretched him out with his fingers, knowing from past experience that if he spoke actual words now that Otabek would just stop completely. From now on, he was a kitten. And he was doing to damn well behave like one.
“Think you’re stretched out enough kitten?” Otabek asked quietly, leaning in close to Yuri’s ear. Yuri mewled and nodded, begging Otabek with his eyes to take him.
Reaching over to the small table next to their bed Otabek picked up the tail and coated the plug part with a generous amount of lube. Yuri shot Otabek a grateful smile which Otabek acknowledged with a small nod before he began to tease Yuri’s hole with the new toy.
Yuri squirmed and whined and buried his face back into the pillow. Having just been filled with Otabek’s fingers the teasing felt even more unbearable. It was taking every single bit of his willpower not to beg Otabek to just stick the plug in, but he knew if he did he’d probably just throw it away and leave Yuri there as punishment. So Yuri stayed mostly silent, grinding into the sheets below him as he was rimmed by the toy.
“I’m impressed Yura,” Otabek chuckled slightly. “I thought you’d have spoken out by now. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.”
Still Yuri held his tongue. Half of him wanted to swear at Otabek and kick him for being so frustrating and the other half just wanted to beg and plead with him to stop this teasing. But he did neither, managing to stay quiet but being unsure of how long he could keep this up before his voice escaped.
Otabek chuckled again. “Good boy Yura,” he murmured before he finally pushed the toy all the way inside of Yuri.
Now Yuri gasped, his back arching up as he shuddered, having had no idea how damn good it would feel to have that butt plug in. Every time he made any tiny movement the toy stroked just the right place inside of him causing him to moan and whine even more.
Otabek looked down at Yuri, the Kazakhstani’s breathing already ragged and his cock already hard purely from the sight of his lover in those ears and that tail.
Deciding it wasn’t fair that he was the only one seeing this Otabek gently pulled Yuri off of the bed so he was standing next to him.
Yuri moaned again due to the movement of the plug inside of him but looked up at Otabek in confusion, mewling quietly again. Otabek took Yuri’s hand and led him to the other side of their room so they were both standing in front of the same mirror Yuri had been practicing his kitten poses in the week before. Yuri face flushed bright red at first when he realised what Otabek was doing and he turned so his face was hiding in Otabek’s chest, but Otabek gently turned him round again.
As Yuri slowly looked up to see his reflection properly he turned his body so he could see the tail. He bit his lip and felt his heart pounding in his chest. Fuck…he looked really sexy. No wonder Otabek had wanted to try this.
Slowly raising his eyes back up to meet Otabek’s, Yuri let out another small mew before stretching up and giving Otabek’s cheek a small lick. It was too much for Otabek to keep his composure and he growled before kissing Yuri fiercely, Yuri’s knees buckling as his arms wrapped around his lover. Otabek carefully guided Yuri to the ground and Yuri’s legs automatically wrapped around Otabek’s waist once his back hit the floor.
Otabek didn’t want to tease Yuri anymore, he just wanted to make his kitten make more of those delicious noises. Without giving Yuri any warning Otabek slid down and took Yuri’s fully erect cock into his mouth, deep-throating it easily. A squeak was all that came from Yuri as the initial shock was quickly replaced by pure pleasure. Yuri thrust violently and messily into Otabek’s mouth, fucking his throat for all he was worth and Otabek loved it.
Yuri could already feel that he was close, the combination of the butt plug and Otabek swallowing his cock being too much to handle. Feeling himself falling over the edge Yuri clamped his hands over his mouth so he wouldn’t scream out, but suddenly he felt his hands being pinned to the floor. Staring down at Otabek, his eyes commanded Yuri not to be silent, even if Otabek’s mouth was otherwise occupied. And Yuri wasn’t about to disobey.
Crying out loudly as the pleasure of his orgasm came crashing over him, Yuri made every noise under the sun other than actual words. He continued to thrust into Otabek’s mouth as the Kazakhstani swallowed every drop of the Russian’s cum.
Running his tongue along the full length of Yuri’s cock one last time before removing his mouth, Otabek moved back up so he was now over Yuri’s face. Yuri had closed his eyes for a moment while he got his breath back, but now they were open and staring up at Otabek. He mewled again, his eyes dropping down to Otabek’s still erect cock before locking with the older man’s eyes once more.
“Oh yes kitten,” Otabek smirked, tucking a loose strand of Yuri’s hair behind his ear before he tightened his grip on his hair, causing Yuri to moan softly again. “We’re not done yet.”
Thank you again to @idiotflowerex for requesting this! I just discovered the other day that I had been incredibly stupid and not actually opened my ask box (I thought it was done automatically, clearly I was wrong) so it’s open now! As always, feel free to message me or send me an ask if you have fic requests!
Two more fics coming up soon, both of them Yuri on Ice but neither of them the two main ships! Hopefully you’ll enjoy them too though ^^
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I'M SORRY BUT I JUST SPAT OUT MY DRINK OH LORD I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING. "MY MIGHTY PORN" OH MY GOSH @captaincadash this is the best thing ever thank you :3
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FAM WHAT. WHERE YOU ALL COME FROM. Well, I know where you all came from cause thank the lord for @daddybek sharing my OtaYuri fic (still screaming cause holy balls senpai noticed me) BUT STILL THERE WERE 7 OF YOU AND 48 HOURS LATER THERE ARE 40 OF YOU. Thank you guys so much!!! AAAAAAAAH. I'm writing another OtaYuri request right now, it may be up tonight but I can't guarantee that. I have two other requests, both of them Yuri on Ice but not OtaYuri or Viktuuri, and I shall say no more on that cause I don't want to ruin the surprise :3 If any of you have any other requests, be them Yuri on Ice or something else entirely, please let me know!!! Again, thank you all so much!!! I love yooooooou!!! ^^
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I GOT REQUESTS YEEEEEEEEEEEEES *literal happy dances*
I do completely adore OtaYuri so this was really fun to write.
Alsoweallknowyuriisakinkylittleshitletsbehonest.
Thank you so much to @rosegiaco11 for requesting this, and for @daddybek for A: Sharing my last OtaYuri post which lead people to find this little corner of trashland and B: For creating the blog that lead to the Hung!Otabek headcanon in the first place. Continue your fabulous work darling :3
AND THIS TOTALLY COUNTS AS A VALENTINE’S DAY PRESENT TO THE ENTIRE OTAYURI FANDOM KTHXBYE.
Contains: DaddyBek, Hung!Otabek, lots of Yuri moans and generally NSFW loveliness.
Days off together were few and far between for Yuri and Otabek, but when they happened they certainly made the most of them.
Usually it would start the night before. Whoever got back to their apartment first would make all the necessary preparations: phone disconnected, bed made, anything they could possibly need for during the night on their nightstand ready to go. Today, that had been Yuri and now he was pacing back and forth nervously waiting for Otabek to get back.
It was Friday night, and both skaters had been given the Saturday off of training. Yuri felt like he could have hugged Yakov when he told him, but the desire only lasted a split second. He knew Otabek would take longer to get home as the rink he trained at was on the other side of the city, and every time he heard something which sounded like a motorbike passing by their building he would run to the window and literally stick his head out into the cold Russian night air. So far all that had achieved was ruining his hair.
Yuri knew how these rare whole days together went, and he was looking forward to it more than he would ever admit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to move most of Saturday, and that was just how he wanted it. He knew Otabek wouldn’t hold back either; sometimes he was deliciously cruel in that regard where he would refuse to let Yuri orgasm or spend their entire time off together just teasing him, but he’d seen the look in his lover’s eyes the past few days. Ever since they’d known they were getting this time off together Otabek had been practically growling every time Yuri kissed him, every time he saw just a flash of Yuri’s perfect flesh under his clothes. They knew that while they could be intimate during the times of the year when they were practicing, they still had to hold back somewhat.
But tonight was different.
Having been distracted by his thoughts Yuri hadn’t heard the motorbike pull up outside. He hadn’t heard Otabek’s keys in the door. He hadn’t heard Otabek kicking his shoes off and hurriedly dropping his helmet on the small table next to the coatrack. He hadn’t even heard him entering the living room where Yuri stood with his back to the door nervously chewing on his fingernails.
It wasn’t until Otabek’s low breathy growl of “Yura” that he finally realised he wasn’t alone in the apartment anymore.
“B…Beka!” Yuri stammered, the desire burning in Otabek’s eyes impossible to ignore, not that Yuri wanted to.
Otabek shrugged his jacket off and threw it onto the couch without breaking eye contact with Yuri. The Russian could feel his heart hammering away in his chest but he had no desire to back down or look away. Instead he held his gaze levelly with Otabek’s right up until their lips came together, Otabek lifting Yuri off the ground with ease as Yuri wrapped his legs around the Kazakhstani’s waist.
Their lips never parted the whole way as Otabek carried Yuri to their bedroom. The lights were already off, the curtains wide open, the moon and the street lights the only things faintly lighting up the dark room. Otabek shoved Yuri onto the bed and Yuri let out a moan, adoring how rough Otabek was being with him. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he needed after so long. He loved all the sides of Otabek: his quiet grumpy side when they were in public; his caring and gentle side when they made love; but right now Yuri wanted Otabek to completely take charge and destroy him. And he knew from the looks and noises Otabek had been making these past few days that he wanted that too. No teasing, no cuteness, just passion. Just sex. That’s what they both needed.
Wasting no time Otabek had already pulled his shirt off over his head and was undoing his belt. Yuri sat back up and reached out to help, but in one swift movement Otabek had pushed Yuri back down onto the bed again and was pining him down by his arms. Yuri’s wide eyes met Otabek’s darkened ones.
“No Yura,” he growled. “You don’t get to touch me until I give you permission. You need to beg for it. Do you understand?”
Yuri was already panting, feeling his arousal growing every second. “Y…yes daddy…” he managed to whine out.
Otabek moaned softly again as he let go of Yuri, relieving himself of the rest of his clothes while Yuri was forced to just sit and watch.
The two of them had a rule; Yuri wasn’t allowed to call Otabek “daddy” if they were trying to hold back for the sake of their skating because that word drove Otabek completely crazy. He could barely control himself when Yuri used that word in that soft mewling voice, his eyes wide and hair splayed messily all over the pillows.
Yuri’s gaze travelled down Otabek’s beautiful body, taking in every line of every muscle, until it stopped on his lover’s already fully erect cock. Yuri took in every single inch of it because Otabek was huge. And, fuck, Yuri wanted to take every single inch of it into his mouth right there.
But the look on Otabek’s face warned him against it. He knew if he did that he’d be punished and although sometimes that was enjoyable in its own way, his burning desire right now was to be good and do as he was told. Otabek was the only person Yuri enjoyed being bossed around by, and enjoy it he did.
“How badly do you want to suck it Yura?” Otabek asked, now kneeling on the bed looking down at the blonde.
Otabek’s eyes, his voice, his fucking body, everything was making Yuri tremble. He hadn’t even touched him yet and it was already getting difficult to think straight.
“Pl…please daddy,” Yuri moaned. “Please let me touch – ah!”
Before Yuri could finish Otabek had begun to rub Yuri’s cock through his clothes and he was not being gentle. “I’m not going to make this easy for you Yura,” he smirked as he stopped for a moment to undo Yuri’s pants and slip his hand under. “You’re going to have to show me just how much you want my cock.”
Yuri’s hips bucked up towards Otabek’s hand, his hands clawing at the sheets below him. He was desperate to touch Otabek. Although he loved Otabek playing with him and making him feel so fucking good, there was nothing quite like the satisfaction of seeing Otabek’s eyes roll shut or hearing the noises he made when Yuri was able to make him feel good too. Even though Otabek was still very much in charge, Yuri wanted to make him tremble like he was currently doing.
But this was a dance they had done many times before, and it was one that as much as Yuri loved, was very difficult. Otabek would refuse to let Yuri touch him unless Yuri properly begged, and Otabek knew just how to play with and touch and stroke Yuri to make him unable to form a coherent sentence. It was the sweetest kind of torture and both of them relished every moment of it.
Otabek pushed Yuri’s pants and underwear off completely to get a firm grip of his cock and was now pumping him slowly – painfully ­slowly. He moved up to kiss Yuri once on the lips with a tiny smile on his face before moving to his neck, his collarbone, his throat and down to his extremely sensitive nipples. Taking one into his mouth and lapping his tongue over it, Otabek smirked slightly at the high-pitched squeaks that Yuri let out, the smaller man’s hands move up to grip tightly onto the bars at the head of the bed to try and force himself to not touch Otabek.
“Oh God…daddy…daddy pl – ah! Oh God…oh fuck…”
Yuri tried his best but every time that incredibly skilled tongue twisted around his nipple in just the right way, Otabek’s hand still pumping his cock and smearing the already leaking precum into nonexistence, Yuri’s mind went blank and all he could focus on was thrusting his hips faster and faster towards Otabek’s hand in the hope he’d have mercy on him.
Of course, Otabek had no intentions of doing so.
Letting go of Yuri’s nipple with a small ‘pop’, Otabek slowly travelled further down, gently grazing his teeth down Yuri’s stomach, his free hand gripping onto his thigh. Now Yuri started to panic, as he knew from past experience that if Otabek’s ridiculously incredible tongue found its way to his cock, Yuri would lose all hope. There would be no returning from that as he knew he’d completely blank out and probably wouldn’t even remember his own name.
So no longer caring about anything, his own pride, how dumb it would sound or even if the neighbours could hear him, Yuri screamed out with a choked sob, “Daddy please! Please, I’m begging you, please!”
Otabek’s lips were already ghosting over Yuri’s twitching member as he glanced up at the younger skater writhing beneath him. “Please what Yura?” he murmured.
“Please fuck me daddy,” Yuri spluttered out, not wanting to keep Otabek waiting, wondering at the back of his mind how the older man could look so calm considering what was happening.
Letting out a soft sigh Otabek smirked once again. “That’s a good boy Yura,” he praised, picking up Yuri’s legs and propping them over his shoulders so Yuri’s perfect ass was slightly up in the air. Yuri mewled at the approval Otabek gave him before he suddenly found his mouth stuffed with two of Otabek’s fingers.
“Suck on them unless you want it to hurt,” Otabek commanded, his tone of voice sending thrills up Yuri’s spine.
He quickly complied, spurred on by the fact that Otabek was now pumping Yuri’s cock slightly faster than he had been. Yuri sucked on Otabek’s fingers for all he was worth, knowing from past experience that if he wasn’t properly prepared that the sheer size of Otabek’s cock could cause him serious unpleasant pain.
Once they were coated in saliva Otabek removed his fingers from Yuri’s mouth and leaned in closer to his face. “You’ve been so well behaved Yura, I’m proud of you,” Otabek smiled as he began to run his slicked-up fingers around Yuri’s tight entrance. “You can touch me now if you wish.”
Gasping for air slightly both at the praise and at the feeling of Otabek’s fingers finally slipping inside of him, Yuri quickly tangled his fingers in Otabek’s hair now that he had permission. “Th…thank you daddy,” he managed to stammer, kissing Otabek as hard as he could.
Otabek allowed Yuri to continue to kiss him for a few more minutes while he gently worked on stretching him out, but once he decided that Yuri was ready he quickly lowered Yuri’s legs before pulling him into a sitting position. Getting back up onto his knees Otabek picked Yuri up. The smaller man instinctively wrapped his legs once again around Otabek’s waist and clung onto him. Holding Yuri up and checking with a quick nod that he was okay, Otabek slowly lowered Yuri down onto his cock.
Yuri knew both of the reasons why Otabek was doing this. To some it may seem like the only reason was this way Otabek was still completely in control as he decided how fast he moved Yuri up and down. However while that was part of it, the other part was that this way Otabek could make sure Yuri could actually take all of his huge size in without being in too much pain. Whilst he was still very much in charge, Otabek didn’t want to actually break Yuri in half.
But even though Yuri knew this and knew that Otabek was doing that to be caring, it frustrated the crap out of him. He didn’t want careful right now. He wanted rough, he wanted to be dominated, and if it hurt a little he was not going to complain. As such he dug his nails into Otabek’s back as he felt his lover’s cock start to tease his entrance and he whispered, “Please daddy…give it to me. I can take it daddy…please…”
The begging seemed to send Otabek over the edge of whatever control he’d been managing to hold onto and after a very loud groan, which sent a tingle of satisfaction right through Yuri, he no longer hesitated to pound into Yuri, revelling at how the Russian gasped and cried out when he was filled up with every single inch.
“Oh God daddy! Yes! Oh fuck, I’m so full… Fuck daddy you fill me up so much!” Yuri managed to cry out before all his noises turned into incomprehensive babbling and the occasional curse word in Russian.
Otabek found it difficult to think of anything more arousing than the sight of Yuri managing to sink on top of every inch of his erect cock. His grip on Yuri’s hips tightened as he moved him up and down faster and faster, thrusting his hips up towards him for good measure. “Yura…you’re still so tight…” he murmured, kissing Yuri sloppily before he could respond.
Yuri happily reciprocated, his moans and cries melting into the kisses. The added stimulation of Otabek’s tongue caressing his own however was too much to bare and it wasn’t long before Yuri threw his head back. “Daddy! Oh fuck! Oh God I’m cumming… Da…daddy!”
The sensation of Yuri clenching down and shuddering around him caused Otabek to very nearly lose balance on his knees as he now also clung onto Yuri. “Yura…fuck…” he breathed heavily as he reached his climax inside of Yuri, Yuri’s own cum spurting out onto Otabek’s stomach.
The two leaned against each other, catching their breath for a few moments before Otabek carefully lifted Yuri off of his cock and gently placed him back on the bed.
“Quite the mess you’ve made here,” Otabek remarked, looking poignantly down at Yuri’s cum on his stomach and chest.
Yuri followed his gaze before slowly crawling forwards and leaning close to like the cum off. Otabek sighed happily as Yuri tongue travelled down from Otabek’s chest to his stomach, siting back up once all the cum had gone. Otabek smiled wiping a small speck of cum from the corner of Yuri’s mouth. “Good boy,” he praised.
Even after all that had just happened, Yuri felt his stomach fill once again with butterflies at the words of praise. Gently leaning into Otabek’s chest he relaxed and allowed himself a small smile while Otabek played with his hair.
This was going to be a fun day off.
SO THAT HAPPENED.
As always my messages and ask box are always open for requests for pretty much anything from any fandom! I do have another OtaYuri fic coming very soon which is a requested sequel to the first one I wrote which you can find here.
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Anyone want me to write this? Cause I'll do it :3
Why is Guang Hong Ji x Phichit a rare pair.
I mean Guang Hong has a flippin crush on Phichit. It is on the official website.
“He yearns for his friend Phichit a little”
WE’VE GOT A CANON CRUSH SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO UNDERRATED
They are two of the cutest characters and they seemed to get along in the Cup of China and they hung out a lot.
“In the result he often uploads his selfie pictures on SNS”
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Do I have to talk about this selfie alone together. I bet they do this all the time. 
I don’t know. I can see Guang Hong talking to Leo about Phichit 24/7 and Leo being like “I know Guang Hong I was there I saw it”. Leo is the best wingman. Fight me.
Feel free to add more cute things about them because I will never shut up with this ship and the lack of content makes me super sad.
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Gotta love a little Viktuuri in your life! :3 This is based off of this wonderful audio file by the amazing @yuurivoice who is a precious bean and deserves all the love in the world.
Contains public acts. Veeeeeeeery NSFW of course.
“I knew you’d be great today, but coming in first in your return to competition?” Yuuri grinned with pride at his coach. “You’ve always been an overachiever.”
Viktor smiled back and absentmindedly played with Yuuri’s hair. “Thank you Yuuri. You know how grateful I am that you’ve supported me in all this. But…” Viktor’s smile faded slightly as he remembered what Yuuri had promised earlier that day if he was to come in first.
Yuuri frowned slightly. “Viktor, what’re you giving me that look for?”
Viktor’s eyes darkened slightly as they both came to a stop. They’d been about to head out to the press area of the ice rink so Viktor could be interviewed, but now they stood in a busy corridor full of Viktor’s competition and other coaches.
“This morning,” Viktor murmured. “Your promise, remember?”
Yuuri’s face flushed red. “Well, yeah I said I’d reward you, but…we have to get back to the hotel first,” he whispered.
Viktor grumbled under his breath before looking around, grabbing Yuuri’s hand and quickly walking towards a different door at the other end of the hallway. He hadn’t been with Yuuri in nearly a week as Yuuri had said they couldn’t risk his form being off so close to a major competition, and Viktor didn’t have the patience to wait any longer.
“Where’re we going?” Yuuri asked, having to jog slightly to keep up. His eyes widened when he saw where Viktor was headed. “The bathroom?!”
“The bathroom,” Viktor confirmed as he pushed open the door and pulled Yuuri in. “I can’t wait anymore Yuuri.”
Yuuri was still blushing heavily. “Viktor, anyone could just come walking in. This is-”
Viktor cut Yuuri off by quickly capturing his lips with his own, pushing him up against the door they’d just walked through. Yuuri’s words turned into soft moans as he gave in and kissed Viktor back with just as much passion as the Russian man.
Viktor gently tilted Yuuri’s chin up and began kissing his neck, lapping his tongue over Yuuri’s pulse and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin.
“V…Vitya…” Yuuri murmured breathlessly, and Viktor groaned, both of them knowing full well the effect that name from Yuuri’s lips had on Viktor.
Feeling Yuuri’s arousal become just as evident as his own, Viktor took Yuuri’s hand again and began to pull him into one of the stalls.
“W…wait,” Yuuri said, holding his ground. “If we’re going to do this…” Yuuri raised his gaze from the floor to meet Viktor’s, the embarrassment gone from his eyes, “fuck me on the counter. And don’t hold back.”
Viktor bit his lip at just how damn hot Yuuri was with that confidence and lust in his eyes. Wasting no time Viktor pushed Yuuri up against the counter, quickly undoing Yuuri’s pants and pushing both them and his underwear down before picking him up and placing him on the counter. Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s neck and practically smashed their lips together while Yuuri easily pushed down Viktor’s pants and underwear, both of them breaking their kiss to look down at their already hardened lengths, the fact that they could get caught by anyone at any moment turning them both on beyond belief.
“You really want to fuck me, don’t you?” Yuuri murmured, locking his eyes with Viktor again.
“Oh you have no idea lyubov moya,” Viktor practically growled before he began to lick two of his fingers in order to prepare Yuuri.
Yuuri moaned softly as he watched Viktor’s skilled tongue wrap around his fingers, reaching down to gently stroke his own length. “Your cheeks are all flushed,” Yuuri chuckled slightly, letting out a small sigh as Viktor’s fingers reached down and began to tease Yuuri’s hole, stretching him out. “Eyes wide… I love it when you get like this.” As Viktor took his fingers out, Yuuri wrapped his legs around Viktor’s waist, pressing their foreheads together. “Like the only thing that matters is…getting inside of me.”
Smirking and knowing very well that Yuuri was hinting, Viktor didn’t leave his lover hanging. With no verbal response Viktor suddenly slammed into Yuuri, filling him right up and causing the younger man to cry out loudly with the surprise. With Yuuri’s delicious moans encouraging him Viktor began to slowly move in and out of Yuuri, trying and failing to hold in his own moans at how tight Yuuri was around him.
“Ah…Vitya…” Yuuri moaned, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder while his hands gripped tightly at Viktor’s shirt. “Oh…yes…harder…”
Viktor chuckled slightly, and he felt Yuuri’s grip tighten as he did. “As you wish malysh,” Viktor murmured in Yuuri’s ear before speeding up, stroking against Yuuri’s sweet spot again and again, making the smaller man tremble all over. Yuuri was moaning even louder now and Viktor chuckled again. “Darling, somebody’s going to hear you,” he whispered.
Yuuri seemed to have enough presence of mind left to understand what Viktor was saying as he quickly bit down on Viktor’s shoulder, taking Viktor’s shirt into his mouth to quieten his noises. The sound Yuuri’s muffled moans and murmurs of “Vitya”, however, were extremely hot to Viktor and he began to move even faster and harder inside of Yuuri, feeling so close to the edge. The sudden increase of pace caused Yuuri’s back to arch and his mouth lost the fabric of Viktor’s shirt, but neither of them cared anymore.
“Ah…Viktor…!” Yuuri cried out loudly, sending Viktor finally over that edge as Yuuri clenched down on his length. Calling him “Vitya” was a turn-on for them both, but when they were being intimate Yuuri only called Viktor by his proper name when he could no longer think well enough to use the pet name. Knowing Yuuri was that far gone was extremely arousing to Viktor, and he clung onto Yuuri as he came inside him, Yuuri’s own release only seconds behind him, spurting onto Viktor’s shirt, the younger man’s voice cracking as he climaxed.
Both of them leaned on each other as they got their breath back, Yuuri chuckling slightly as he saw the mess he’d made of Viktor’s shirt. “Sorry about that,” he murmured.
Viktor smiled softly, kissing Yuuri’s forehead. “It’s fine, my jacket will hide it.”
Yuuri nodded as Viktor slowly pulled out of him before helping him down from the counter. As they both dressed themselves Yuuri looked towards the door. “We’d better get going,” he said. He chuckled again when he saw Viktor pout before he laced fingers with his coach. “Maybe…we can play a little more when we get back to the hotel.”
Viktor’s eyes lit up again and he leaned down for one last kiss. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he whispered, winking before they left the bathroom.
As always, my ask box is always open for requests! Any ship, doing pretty much anything. 
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Figure I'd tag @daddybek since I feel they may appreciate this ^^ Guys please give me requests I need to procrastinate from doing uni work ;-P
Figured I should probably post a random fic first to get started! Sooooo here’s a little kitten kink OtaYuri for you lovely humans :3
If you’re interested in a custom fic for any ship from any fandom with any kink/fetish then please PM me! More details on the little description part of this blog.
Otabek sighed deeply as he dropped the heavy bags on the floor of his apartment. He knew Yuri wanted them to start cooking all their food from scratch but it did mean buying a lot more food than they used to. And Yuri had said he was busy and couldn’t help him with grocery shopping today. Not that he minded, but he was glad he was back now.
“Yura, I’m home,” he called out as he kicked off his shoes, but there was no reply. Frowning as he picked up the bags once more he made his way to the kitchen, popping his head into the living room on the way. Nobody there.
Quickly dropping the bags off in the kitchen Otabek made his way through the rest of their small apartment. The bathroom door was open, so he wasn’t in there, and the door to the apartment had been unlocked which meant Yuri hadn’t gone out. Which just left…the bedroom.
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