‘I’m dating Viktor,’ Yuuri says, nervous despite himself. ‘Seriously?’ Yurio demands. ‘I thought the two of you were already married.’ (Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri are an item. The world reacts.)

The thing is. People always assume it’s Yuuri who’s the submissive one. They’re completely wrong, all of them. “Victor,” Yuuri murmurs. “What did you do, nights before a big competition? You never got nervous energy you couldn’t work off?” “Well,” Victor says like he’s considering. “To tell you the truth, times like that, I would mostly jerk off," and that's enough to give Yuuri some ideas.

"Viktor." "Hm?" "Choke me."

"You kissed me in front of thousands of people." Viktor laughs, masking behind a gasp when Yuuri's grip on his hair turns deathly. "I did. I was so proud of you. You did so good." He pauses, relishing in the nervous tremble of Yuuri's shoulders. "We're in a bathroom, you know. You want everyone to see what you did to me?" "Maybe."

ib a post on tumblr: yeah power bottom viktor is nice but what about loud needy bottom viktor who can't shut his moans no matter how hard he tries because yuuri fucks him just too good and he just lets yuuri do everything

Figure skaters are such crybabies.

Yuri Plisetsky has been waiting three years to finally have sex with his boyfriend. Viktor, of course, ruins it all.

Otabek won silver at Worlds. Yuri was going win gold at fucking doming. (Fuck his brain and its fucking innuendos.)