#giacometti ass

[k-kizkhalifa]

chris: selfish of you to take victor from the world and keep him to yourself

yuuri: i’m a selfish man, chris. i’m a selfish man.

[skating-rotating]

I’d like to thank Yuri on Ice fanfiction authors for helping me to love Christophe Giacometti.

I never really had beef with him, tbh. But he did stress me out and give me second hand embarrassment watch the show the first few times I watched through.

Fanfiction gave him so much depth and I was like, “oh yeah he’s just a guy”

Additionally, when I first watched the show I was 19 or 20. Pretty young. Yuuri, Victor, Chris, they all seemed to so grown up. As I type this is am in my mid-twenties, the same age as Victor was for most of the show. Can confirm based on the people I know and the young men I am friends with that Chris’s behavior was extremely on brand for a 25 year old man. 😂

I dunno. I’m just glad that I never turned down a fix just because Chris was one of the main characters. All the stories where Victor and Chris are besties?? Top tier. 🤌🏻🔥❤️‍🔥

Like, look at him!!!

🚨Big Dumb Baby Alert 🚨

[arom-antix]

Happy birthday to the valentines man himself!

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

It starts, as many things involving Phichit do, with an Instagram post.

phichit+chu [Video description: Katsuki Yuuri, sitting on the grass in a tank top and shorts, places a watermelon between his thighs and cracks it open. He smiles up at the person holding the camera before grimacing at his lap and his watermelon-soaked shorts and thighs, muttering “Didn’t think this through…”] phichit+chu We didn’t have a knife. #katsudamn #demthighstho #katsukiyuuri #blessed     axel-otl Uh mcpoult I’LL BE IN MY BUNK doaflip #katsudamn indeed okukawami [This is what you’re using my dance training to do?] ;) redpandadance more like yuuri crush-suki amirite 

This sparks the #KatsuMelon challenge among other figure skaters. Because of the physical necessities of their sport – namely, extremely muscular bottom halfs that can support launching and landing triples and quads – many succeed, though not with the ease and oblivious cuteness of Yuuri. Mila Babicheva earns the #scaredandhorny award for crushing three melons in under ten seconds.

Christophe Giacometti, never one to settle for keeping it PG, posts a video of him in a thong crushing a variety of fruits and vegetables with his ass. The video is taken down almost immediately and leads to Chris being temporarily banned from the platform for repeatedly posting inappropriate content.

It’s a weird couple of weeks for those not used to the figure skating community.

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Not many people know about Yuuri’s competitive side, but Chris does. Their time together in Juniors, duking it out for the podium, made it very apparent.

So, when they’re both assigned to Skate America, he decides to make use of this knowledge. He corners Yuuri at the rink during practice on the day before the men’s short program.

“Chéri, you’ve been keeping secrets from me,” he pouts, skating up beside the Japanese skater.

Yuuri looks like a bunny rabbit that’s been caught under a bush, all wide-eyed and twitchy. “What?”

“I saw the video of your little trick with the watermelon,” Chris clarifies, before adding huskily, “J’ai bien hâte de le voir en personne.”

“Chris, you know I don’t speak French.”

“Well, hurry up and learn so I can fully express myself.”

“I don’t think I could take you expressing yourself any more fully,” Yuuri mutters, blushing as he slaps a wandering hand away.

He grins and winks lasciviously. “Not many can. But I digress! I want a demonstration, Yuuri~”

“There’s a video of it,” Yuuri says, confused. “You’ve already seen it. Just go watch that.”

“Are you saying you couldn’t do it again?” Chris says, pretending to look disbelieving.

Yuuri’s eyes narrow and his jaw tightens. “Bring me a damn watermelon.”

Chris smirks. Gotcha.

—

Someone procures a watermelon despite it being the wrong season and the request being issued ten minutes ago. Phichit would be surprised, except he’s seen all the comments on that post. Thirst is a powerful motivator.

“Wait!” Leo shouts. “Maybe you should take off your pants? You, uh. Last time, you got your shorts dirty.”

Yuuri stares at him blankly for a second before giving him a small smile. “You’re right, thanks.”

And then he strips off his joggers. Phichit hears a few muttered curses, and someone swoons. 

And that’s how Katsuki Yuuri ends up sitting on the arena changing room floor in just his warm-up shirt and tight boxer briefs, surrounded by several of the world’s top figure skaters, and absolutely obliterating a sizeable watermelon with his wet-dream-worthy thighs. 

There are a few moments of silence during which Yuuri seems to realize people are staring at him and starts to spiral before Seung-gil mutters, “I wish that was my head.” 

And Phichit is shocked that it’s the notoriously misanthropic Korean who spoke, but also. Same, dude. Same.

That breaks the rest of the observers out of their stupor, and then it’s a rush of sound – yelling, catcalls, laughter – and Phichit makes sure to pull Yuuri out of the epicentre of excitement as soon as he can, taking up his role of deflecting attention away from his smol anxious son. 

When Chris approaches with a cat-that-got-the-cream grin, Yuuri sighs with fond exasperation.

“There. Happy?” he says to Chris.

“Oh, exceedingly. Seeing is believing. You never disappoint, mon petit chou.” Chris manages to get a few celebratory gropes in before Yuuri bats him away.

Phichit convinces (see: threatens with blackmail) everyone present into not posting pictures or videos of Yuuri. But a slew of Instagram posts featuring figure skaters eating chunks of watermelon flood the platform with no caption other than #SkateAmerica2015, to the confusion of everyone who wasn’t there.

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Yuri Plisetsky is suffering.

He has to share a rink with Viktor “Living Legend” Nikiforov, and deal with all the comparisons and expectations and idiocy that brings, so he’s used to some amount of suffering.

He’s not used to the Japanese Yuuri being the source of his suffering.

Not that he would ever say it even under torture, but Japanese Yuuri’s step sequences are pretty good (the most beautiful he’s ever seen) and he moves well (like he’s music and emotion given human form). He guesses he respects the other man as a skater. His jumps are shit, though (could use some work).

After the Watermelon Incident at Skate America is when the suffering begins. He can’t look at watermelons the same way. He can’t look at Japanese Yuuri the same way. Now, every time he sees him in person or in photos, he thinks about licking watermelon juice off of Yuuri's bare thighs. His phone can’t take being thrown at the wall anymore before it just shatters.

(Like that watermelon.)

Puberty is the fucking worst.

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Chris, as a top-tier bro and shit-stirrer, sends the video to Viktor.

Viktor ♥

!!! Chris What am I looking at? Proof that God loves the gays You and I weren’t proof enough? Bien sûr, mon cher But also Tell me those thighs don’t make you want to fall down and worship I am but a man An extremely gay man So who is he? Viktor You don’t recognize Katsuki Yuuri? Should I…? For shame Japan’s ace? ? Figure skating?? You know, that thing you do all day, every day? nvm, I looked him up If I didn’t love you so much, I’d strangle you, chéri Aww, you love me! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Chris gets back to practice, dropping his phone and his attempt to wing-man for the moment. Those two had better appreciate this…

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The next day, Viktor approaches Yuri as they’re practicing on the ice.

“So, your newfound aversion to watermelon…”

Yuri glares at him. Viktor stares back.

“It happened after Skate America, da?”

Yuri’s glare develops an edge of mortified horror. Viktor waggles his eyebrows.

“AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH,” the teenager howls, skating away from Viktor as fast and as angrily as he can.

Ah, youth. At least Yuri has better taste than Viktor’d had at his age. Thankfully, he’d outgrown his tragic habit of crushing on straight boys.

And hey, maybe they could bond over crushing on someone who could crush them with his thighs.

(He swears he’s not getting petty vengeance for all the balding and ‘old man’ comments.) 

(...He might be lying.)

He’s no more excited for this year’s Grand Prix Final. But maybe – maybe – the off-ice part could surprise him yet. Maybe this Katsuki Yuuri could liven things up.

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"I couldn't find a photo of it, so you'll just have to trust me when I say that he's got a fantastic ass."

[triptychgrip]

If the Katsuki-Nikiforovs ever took GQ Magazine's Couples's Quiz game...

...it would be an utterly sappy and unhinged rollercoaster, as I cover in Chapter 7 of my post-canon, Olympic-Games-focused Yuri!!! on Ice fic (which only has 4 chapters left until completion!). Yuuri, understandably, feels the need to profusely apologize to the GQ production staff for putting up with him and Viktor (plus the friends they'd invited to watch the filming, which includes Yurio and Christophe, among others).

Indeed, as I note Reddit user r/OohYouMakeMeFeel_369's reaction: "I laughed my ass off when I saw Yuuri's tweet a few hrs ago where he tagged the filming crew and promised to buy them some strong sake for putting up with them. And then, omg Viktor followed up by inviting them to Yutopia. My fav Russian continues to be #NumberOneHasetsuTourismAmbassador"

If you've watched any of the actual Couple's Quiz game series, you might note that they usually end the quiz with some form of the question: "What does your partner love most about you?"

Even though my fic is currently over 200K words, this scene is definitely in my top 3 favorites I've written, because it allowed me to try to capture how Yuuri and Viktor -- who, at this point, have been together for over 5 years, and married for nearly three -- perceive the other's love.

In particular, it allows you to see the traits that they've come to appreciate about themselves by way of the other's vantage point: something that was particular gratifying to create headcanons around as it pertains to Yuuri's increasing confidence through canon, which continues to grow as he and Viktor face life's challenges together. All in all, this chapter will give you the warm-fuzzies, and I believe you can still enjoy it even if you don't want to read the larger fic (though I do hope you'd give it a chance, especially if you are interested in seeing how their relationship might have evolved).

Below is an excerpt that I hope piques your interest in checking the story out. Note: as it gets closer to completion, I'll probably post more excerpts from the first 10 chapters, because I sort of sucked at promoting this fic when I first started posting it to ao3 back in November...lesson learned!

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“Never mind their gross kissing,” Yurio loudly complained, throwing them a look of disgust as if they’d just insulted Potya. “What I want to know is what the score is now that Katsudon got all 3 right.”

Jamie answered almost immediately.

“Ok, remember: there’s still a final question for you both, which are big multi-pointers,” he called out, flipping a few pages of his clipboard. And, since neither of you have used your three hints, you could each get an additional three points when everything wraps up, if you decide not to use them. So with that disclaimer, Yuuri is currently in the lead, up by 1.5 points.”

Before Yuuri could outwardly celebrate his small leg-up, Chris piped up with a predictably suggestive comment. 

“Hmmm, I wonder if dear Yuuri will be able to maintain his lead? I believe he can, he’s always had such excellent stamina, after all…”

As his voice trailed off, Yura turned to face him with a pronounced scowl on his face. 

“You need new material, Giacometti. These two have been together for years: it’s time to show some damn evolution.” 

He then began to mutter under his breath, saying something that sounded like “resting on his fucking laurels, what a waste,” which made several people nearby laugh. The Ice Tiger had a bit of a point: stamina jokes were so 2017.

While Yuuri was pleased with his lead, he was slightly nervous around what Jamie and Tarneka had selected for their final questions. There had definitely been some bizarre ones nestled within the ‘bank’ of options the two co-producers had emailed them a few weeks back. As he’d filled out his answers and allocated the points for the thirty questions he was supposed to submit – having to eventually move to a different room away from Viktor, as they’d kept distracting one another with their snickering – he remembered barking out mildly hysterical laughter at a few of the options in the last category. 

“What might your life be like in a parallel universe?” had stumped him, and he wondered if his husband had been brave enough to pick that one out; it was the kind of wacky, philosophical question he adored.

“Only 1.5 points behind…that’s nothing,” Viktor spoke up, with a gleam in his eye. “Don’t get too comfortable, Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov,” Yuuri lobbed back, only a split-second later, before slipping into focus mode and reaching for the last notecard.

Before he could lay a hand on it, however, his spouse called out to Tarneka and Jamie.

“Are you able to dock points for intimidating the competition?” he asked, sounding put-out. 

Yuuri blinked, unsure as to what he was insinuating.

“You have on your very eros nothing-can-stop-me face, and I won’t be able to concentrate if I’m too distracted by how hot you look,” Viktor continued on in Russian, furrowing his eyebrows, cutely. 

Powerless against the giggles that burst forth, he clapped a hand over his mouth as he watched his love’s eyes begin to narrow. 

“You can’t be serious, Vitya,” Yuuri wheezed, following Viktor’s lead and switching to Russian. “This is just my face! It’s not like I’m doing anything on purpose.”

Yuuri missed the ensuing retort amidst the sound of Tarneka’s ask to Yura for a translation of their back-and-forth: a request the Ice Tiger very firmly denied.

“Trust me, you’re better off not knowing,” he griped, before marching over to stand near them, just out of the camera frame. 

“Get a grip, old man!” he hissed in Russian, staring daggers at Viktor. “This thirsty idiot act may have been acceptable a few years ago, but the time is long past for you to realize that the person you married is just a man. For fuck’s sake, Katsudon isn’t some god.”

Viktor visibly bristled at these words, and Yuuri mentally prepared himself to intervene.

“I resent that, Yura,” his husband replied, loftily. “My Yuuri is divine; he’s not ‘just’ anything! Did you even see his Sports Week magazine cover? When I saw the final proofs, I almost fainted: all the blood in my body began to rush straight to m– ”

“Mmmmmph!”

[alethiometry]

anyway as a day 1 greg hater this season is clearing my skin watering my crops etc etc i have been SAYING that boy is so fucking annoying except for maybe his logan roast i want his lanky wish dot com giacometti ass obliterated

[tali-zorahs]

so @crossroadswrite’s story on growing absolutely ruined me? it ruined me enough that i decided to do a ton of art for it? it really targeted me by (1) being a dad!victor au with baby yuri and (2) effectively using social media in a way that helps the story but doesn’t overtake it (in much the same way that canon yoi does). all of these are directly taken from the text of the fanfic (based on the image/video descriptions given) though i had to freestyle for some of them

[magnitude50]

As I promised, here are some unfinished/ previously unreleased sketches form  Yuri!!! on Ice. You can see where my fixation were, back then in 2016 ( its still in the same areas, just different characters/ animes/ games, xD).

[yukipri]

fem!Chris

Meant to be standalone, but done also as concept work for my genderbent Mermaid AU. ^ ^

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[artlowe]

anyone:  *uses the word “bottom” in any context ever*

victor nikiforov:  Present.  🙋

[randomsplashes]

a concept for s2: when victor’s competing in other competitions, he likes to write lovey-dovey things on paper and show them on live broadcast bc he misses his fiance  😍  😍

[frogkenny]

valentine’s day? you mean christophe giacometti’s birthday?

[milf-harrington]

lord help me

CHRIS MY BELOVED

[piyo13sdoodles]

after many years, i have finally come through on my promise to make @smol-merci the christophe giacometti mousepad we all deserved. this is in fact something that i got made, and his ass IS just as squishy as you would imagine. he’s beautiful and i will not be taking constructive criticism

[giacomettislament]

something about Trey screams brat tamer to me idk he just has the vibes… what are your thoughts tumblr user giacomettis lament

bust of annette iv

“to some, it’s a form of violence.”

trey.

content warning(s): explicit content, spanking

—Trey’s described to be so sweet, so gentle, so patient and understanding. He’s the pillar of Heartslabyul, the only one that can manage Riddle’s fiery temper while soothing over the worries of the hectic dorm, all while managing his own affairs. He’s human and he’s prone to getting stressed and annoyed like everyone else, but he’s not someone who lashes out in anger or acts without thinking like some of the younger, more brash students might.

You should have known better, but then again, since when have you been the well-mannered one? Trey takes all of your naughtiness with grace—fucking you into the mattress with heavy hands, returning your scornful remarks with sugary kisses and sweet nothings, always calm and always keeping his temper under control. And that’s probably why you were so determined to see how far you could go.

Your mistake, really.

“Do you think that you can run around doing whatever you want?” His voice is low and carnal, almost animalistic. It makes your stomach jerk up, both in fear and in need, and you swallow thickly past the dryness in the back of your throat. He’s never sounded like this, and Great Seven, does it make you feel a certain type of way.

You grin back at him. “You’re the one that lets me.”

His hand is immediately around the back of your head, and you’re shoved face-first into his pillow. His scent violates your senses, and you can make out the sound of him cussing under his breath as he fumbles with his belt. The signature clink of his metal belt coming undone and the thump of it dropping onto the mattress makes your thighs quiver.

“Well, you’re wrong. Terribly wrong. I should have known not to be so nice to you.” He rolls his hips over your ass, and your heart nearly stops inside your chest. You can feel his erection through your clothes and his underwear, and if his grip on you says anything, he has no intention of being nice with you. “If you keep being this mouthy, cupcake, then I’ll be sure to put you in your place?”

“Oh yeah? Don’t you think you’re a step too late to do that?” You can envision it already: him stuffing you full of his fat cock, fucking your body for hours until you can barely feel anything, your core coiling and twisting and tightening and drooling for him to absolutely tear you down into a sniveling mess of apologies and tears underneath him. He’s so big, so caring, so ready to make sure you understand your wrongs.

“Late or not,” he mutters, and the vice-like grip on your head loosens, “I’m going to start now.”

You let yourself breathe for a moment, and you instantly regret thinking that you could relax at all.

Smack!

“Ow!” You hiss, tensing up into the sheets. A sharp pain stabs through your ass, and Trey chuckles darkly as he rubs circles into the plump flesh. You glare back at him, and the bristles of pleasure tingle like electricity above your crotch. It hurts your pride more than it hurts you physically, but goddamn—no one can make you feel like this. He knows this, he knows this better than anyone else.

“You remember our safeword, yeah?” Trey whispers. You nod feebly, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss to the crown of your head: the only act of mercy you’re sure you’re going to get tonight. “Get ready to count then, sweetheart. We’re not going to be done until I say so.”

You decide to gamble with your fate. You’re already in it deep, there’s no use going back. “Until you say so?”

He smiles, clicking his tongue. His beautiful eyes are dark and sinful and absolutely breathtaking, and when he raises his hand again to smack your ass, both your body and heart respond to him.

“Until I say so.”

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