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crop top yuuri appreciation post

feel free to add on your own yuuris ♥  

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(x) I really need Phicht’s dream to become true one day *v*

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OtaYuri Band!AU

((I am bad with writing synopsis so bare with me TvT))

Yuri.P is a son of a famous prima ballerina and he is continuing his mom’s legacy as his mother told him to do so. 

One day while he was practicing (secretly) at school in a right wing music room that are supposed to be haunted (to prevent anyone from going there), a new transfer student with a guitar case at his back came across the room and stumbled him…… 

((a new little project that I’ve been thinking for awhile lol))

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DAY SIX (Feb 25): • Pair Skating (training/practicing together, competing, just-for-fun) OR

Look at these blushing boys I love them so much (> ♡ <)

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today i saw this and just- my hand moved alone

credit to the original to the talented dave

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The first time Phichit sees the bathroom of Seung-Gil’s new apartment, it’s on a phone screen. It’s the last room on Seung-Gil’s tour, and Phichit lets out a surprised peal of laughter at the mass assortment of bottles on the shelves.

“What is all that?” he asks.

Seung-Gil holds his phone facing the tub for a hesitant moment, then swivels it back to the shelves. “Um. Shampoo.”

Phichit sits up in bed, a smile pulling both corners of his mouth. “Sixty bottles of it? Why are they all shades of purple?”

“There aren’t sixty,” Seung-Gil says. “Maybe twenty.”

“But why?”

Seung-Gil hisses and says something to himself in Korean, sounding embarrassed, but approaching their sixth month together, Phichit will have none of that.

“Seung-Gil,” he croons. “Tell me why you have the world’s most unnecessary collection of hair soap.”

Seung-Gil flips the camera back to his face, and Phichit doesn’t think he’s imagining the dash of red he sees across Seung-Gil’s nose.

“Trial and error,” he says, flat. “Please don’t laugh at me.”

Phichit softens, tamping his smile down as much as he can. “I’m not laughing at you,” he says. “I think it’s cute.”

Seung-Gil’s eyebrows angle lower, a transparent shift into skepticism.

“I thought it was weird at first,” Phichit admits. “But now that I know the reason, it’s cute that you try new brands. I do that, too, but I usually wait until the bottles are empty first.”

Seung-Gil says, “I used the same brand for ten years. I…” He scrunches his nose. “Please don’t laugh at what I’m about to say. Or make any noises. Sounds. Please no reactions at all.”

Phichit nods quickly, his heart already squeezing with eager anticipation.

“I was trying to figure out which one you use,” Seung-Gil says, in a resigned tone of voice that only makes his confession more unbearable. Almost like he can’t stop himself, he mutters, “I just remember the bottle was purple.”

Phichit covers his mouth with both hands and only through the single most impressive show of self-restraint he’s ever exerted in his life does he not coo.

Apparently, even Phichit’s hidden joy is more embarrassment than Seung-Gil can take and Seung-Gil groans, flipping the camera to escape. This, fortunately, serendipitously, puts his reflection in the mirror on display.

“Seung-Gil! That’s my shirt!”

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i keep thinking about yuri p with colored highlights,,,

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H J K T. the abc thing otayuri please

ANON I’M SO SORRY ANSWERING THIS HAS TAKEN SUCH A LONG TIME!! Real life is a bitch to me but i love you for sending me this ask and i will do anything to make up for making you wait

nsfw asks! 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

 Otabek has a really sensitive scalp and Yuri knows this; one time he ran his fingers through Otabek’s hair and Beka went from tense to completely boneless in like 0.5 seconds, eyes fluttering closed and a gentle flush rising to his cheekbones

Yuri absolutely loves this and wants to pamper Otabek, because Otabek really isn’t a person who tells you straightforward what they want. He’s been getting better at it, but Yuri still feels he holds back sometimes. Otabek doesn’t know how to demand things, honestly

One time, Yuri strokes Beka’s hair and tugs a little at the end, just because. But Otabek gasps, breath hitching, and he looks at Yuri like he might come right there and then.

It starts slowly. Otabek used to go have his hair cut every few months, and after he and Yuri started dating, Yuri’s been the one to cut it  

But at some point Beka stops asking Yuri to cut it and  when Yuri asks him about it, he mumbles something about being busy and that it’s not that long yet. 

It gets longer. It looks amazing. And Yuri gets the hint. He touches Otabek’s hair, constantly, stroking and petting and telling him how nice it looks. Otabek blushes fiercely every time Yuri does that and fuck, that’s hot and so sweet.

Once Yuri has Otabek on his knees before him. He’s got one finger in his ass and he’s slowly, slowly moving it in and out. Otabek had buried his head in the pillow and Yuri finds it frustrating because he wants to hear Otabek - this is still new to them and Beka telling him what feels good would be helpful. Plus he really wants to hear his moans clearly. So he gathers Beka’s longer, wavy hair in his fist and yanks his head up

And oh man that sight? Otabek’s head forced back, back curved,  ass in the air? That’s the best thing ever. 

Otabek likes it so much. He moans a surprised “yes!” and gasps, grinding his ass back against Yuri’s finger, hole clenching and pre-come making a mess, leaking onto the sheets

A summary: yeah, Beka likes hair-pulling  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yuri and Otabek are young, so sometimes they’re pretty desperate for each other

And they can’t keep their hands off each other

So they end up jacking each other off in bed the first thing in the morning, after practice in the locker rooms, in club bathrooms, against walls after dates, against the kitchen sink

It’s always sloppy

Both of them spitting in their palms, slicking up their cocks and rutting against each other

And neither can keep up a rhythm, honestly. They pant, they gasp, their hands wander. Yuri’s hand cupping Otabek’s balls, Otabek’s fingers pressing against Yuri’s perineum and rubbing against his hole

They keep kissing the whole time, always. They love kissing, and hearing each other’s whimpers against them is the hottest thing in the entire world

And jesus chris honestly??? Otabek and yuri kissing while wanking each other is the best thing in the entire world and ??? they could invite someone over sometime and make the person sit on their couch and do that in front of them? Give me that? Omfg me and threesome headcanons BUT IMAGINE that??

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Here we fucking go

Beka likes spanking. A lot.

He doesn’t tell Yuri that he likes it

tbh , he’s not sure whether he even likes it? He’s never tried it

But the mere idea of it drives him crazy

Maybe he got the idea from the hair-pulling? The sudden flash of pain that morphed into a dull ache, the feeling that he got from being forced to only thing about that sensation, incapable to let his mind wander

He doesn’t want to say things out loud, though. Most times they still have sex it’s Oabek who’s fucking Yuri and he loves it, okay? It’s just harder to ask someone to give your ass a slap when you’re the one fucking them

But when Yuri plays with his ass, he’s silently begging for it

For example, when Yuri asks him to stay still, Otabek intentionally wiggles and ruts against Yuri, making him grip his hip hard, muttering about how impatient he is

Once, Yuri dug his fingers in the soft flesh of Otabek’s ass, keeping him still. Then Otabek moaned and put his own hand on top of Yuri, signalling Yuri to keep his hand there

“You like that?” Yuri asked, pressing his hand against Otabek’s buttock, nails leaving marks to his skin. Otabek sighed and nodded faintly

Yuri dragged his fingers down Otabek’s ass, leaving red lines. Otabek’s hips stuttered forward, then back against Yuri with a surprised shout that turned into a moan

After that, Yuri has been indulging Otabek. Beka looks fucking amazing with his perfect, round ass covered in red slap marks, turning from pink to angry red. They’ve tried floggers and riding crops, but Beka loves Yuri’s hand the best, the pain more wholesome and not as sharp like that. Plus, Yuri rubs his hand against his warm, aching flesh between slaps, making Beka’s head dizzy with all the endorphins coursing through him

Beka barely needs anything after being spanked. Just a few strokes, a tongue against his ass and he fucking explodes

My main goal in life is to write a fanfic around Beka’s spanking kink bye 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Do collars count as toys? They do now

Okay so

Beka is such a fucking lil thing honestly and more than anything in the world he loves pleasing Yuri

Making Yuri see stars, fuck him just the way he wants to, do exactly as Yuri says

And if Yuri wants Otabek to boss him around, he will do that - and it’s still Yuri in control, it’s Yuri’s wish and they both know that

Service top otabek ™

But

Holy mother of god okay so Yuri gets Otabek a collar, just one day comes home with it and goes “So, I’d like you to wear this, if you want. You don’t have to. But I think you would look amazing.”

And Otabek doesn’t even bother trying playing shy, he just flushes and nods enthusiastically, kissing Yuri and babbling “please, yes, let’s do that. Now, let’s do it now.”

And hooo boy Yuri loves his boy in that collar

And he makes Otabek fuck him in that, putting two fingers under it to make it a little bit tighter. He doesn’t choke Otabek, ever, but the thought of it, the implication, makes Beka crazy with lust and it distracts him so much that Yuri has to remind him to keep up the rhythm, locking his legs behind Beka’s back, pulling him forward

And well, shit, Beka loves when Yuri makes him wear the collar just because, not only during sex. Just because Beka looks fucking amazing, the soft leather against his throat, in perfect sync with his dark hair and brown eyes

But the best thing ever is making Beka wear it while he’s riding Yuri, squatting over his cock with trembling thighs, one hand in that amazing, dark hair of his that already reaches his shoulders, one hand on his cock, head thrown back so that Yuri can see and touch and smell the leather collar, tugging it forward and making Beka kiss him between begging and pleading Yuri to let him come

Puppybek is my thing okay

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can’t believe yuri is growing his hair out and living with his fiance :v

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the real reason otabek was making such a done face on press conference

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moodboards ♡ victuuri

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find a compromise

Summary: Yes, Yuri is a little more than shocked when he finds out that his boyfriend has a crush on the one person he hates more than anything. But if it makes Otabek happy, he’ll put up with it. He didn’t expect JJ to actually be mature about this. (otayuri, jjbek, platonic (with romantic undertones) pliroy. nothing but polyamorous floof. word count: 4234)

“You have a crush on someone?” Yuri asks, raising an eyebrow.

Otabek’s face goes the slightest bit red, and he avoids Yuri’s stare. If he looked, he would have seen that Yuri’s face wasn’t annoyed or offended – just amused. “I’ve told you that I’m polyamorous… right?”

Yuri laughs, and he reaches across the table to lay his hand over Otabek’s, making him finally meet his eyes. “You’ve told me already, you worrywart. And I’ve already told you that it’s okay. As long as you’re happy then I am, remember?”

“I… yeah,” Otabek sighs, and the worried look on his face melts away as he smiles at Yuri, turning his hand over so he can entwine them together. “Thank you, Yura. I mean it.”

“Eh, no need to be a sap about it,” Yuri waves it off, but damn, even after two years of being together Otabek still makes him weak at the knees whenever he smiles at him. “So, out with it. Who do you have the hots for? Aside from me, duh.”

Otabek’s smile drops again, and he tries to move from Yuri’s grip but he tightens it before he can pull away. “It’s… well. Don’t get mad.”

“Of course I won’t.” Why would he get mad?

He can see Otabek gulp and he tightens his grip further, hoping it would give him some sort of comfort. Finally, Otabek mutters a name.

“Sorry, what?”

“… It’s JJ.”

“What?!”

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Phichit Chulanont is a gay fashion icon

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ya real clever guys

on their wedding day viktor decides to wear a traditional haori while yuri wears a uhhhh whatever the russian term for a groom’s outfit is

(the russian groom outfits are really hard to draw cut me some slack)

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Born to make history 💕

Viktor- @jessikara Yuri- @shyency Full cosplay video: https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=7vyVJuIP4ds

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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honey

Yuri desperately cries into his grandfather’s chest, clutching the front of his coat with shaking hands and a throat so raw, only the sickeningly sweet coating of honey might be able to soothe the sting.

Nikolai does nothing but hold his Yuratchka close with a clenched jaw, tears pricking at his own eyes at each shudder and wail, stroking his grandson’s blonde hair to try and comfort the boy. 

It does nothing.

Eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, the minutes are long and painful before Yuri manages to choke it out, his body shuddering violently as he suppresses the sobs long enough to muster up enough will to speak.

“He’s in love with somebody else, dedushka.”

Shaky breaths.

“I should have told him how I felt.”

Voice breaks.

“I should have…”

And as quickly as it stopped, the crying begins again, Yuri faltering as he crumbles into himself and breaks down in the arms of the only person who has always been there for him.

Honey used to be Yura’s favourite treat as a child, but somehow Nikolai knows that things will never be that simple again.