#drunk victor

[ask-victor-grantzcampbell]

(IDV-Prisoner) Luca gives a soft sigh to the hungover Victor. He smiles softly and picks him up, leading him to a big pile of pillows and blankets near a warm cozy fire. He has Wik cuddle up by his sick owner and he moves in to cuddle with Victor and Wik. "I think you had enough... Rest easy... I'm here to take care of you." He also invites others to join and take care of Victor.

@idv-prisoner

[bladesofyuri]

How many drinks does it take during date night for Victor and Yuri’s dancing to go from sweet to spicy?

[nova8080]

Viktor: So babe, What did you do in college?

Yuuri [chugs down a whole glass of beer in 6 seconds]:

Hoiroko [😶]:

Toshiya [😮]:

Mari [😲]:

[snowrins-art-blog]

Just a drunk victuri story

Victor, completely drunk, right after telling the love-story of him & yuri: ...now that i think about it, it's kinda funny how yuri was all shy and embarassed during hugs for MONTHS in the beginning but wasn't shy at all when we started having sex

Yuri, also hopelessly drunk: that's becuz i just needed some tiiimeee to figure out that its okay for mee to touch this overly sexy man~

Victor, still drunk as fuck: *takes off shirt & and puts the hands up in the air* yuuuuriii~ you can touch me all you waaant~

Leo, shocked: can you please turn it down a little bit? there are children in here, i know this because i am a children

Guan Hong Ji: *sitting in the corner, crying, regretting to have ever been a Victor fan*

Yurio, disgusted: PIG! VICTOR! GET A FUCKING ROOM!!!!!

Otabek, whispering to yurio: if you can't endure it any longer just say 'Chihoko' and they'll stop...

Phichit, recording everything with his phone: omg i'm sooo gonna upload this on the internet

[wonderlvstcostumeworks]

The Banquet♡

[someonetheelusivefangirl]

Don't Drink Near Phichit

Was just scrolling through my notes on my phone when I came across this headcanon that I had never posted. Sorry for any mistakes! One night Phichit holds a party which Yuuri and Viktor agree to go and get absolutely smashed. At first it's really funny and Phichit revels in being able to witness it, until things get out of hand. Viktor gets into a drinking competition and eventually ends up vomiting on Phichit's newest costume after attempting to down a bottle of vodka (which is lucky considering how bad it would've been if he'd kept that much alcohol in him). Yuuri's picking fights with​ anyone that looks at Viktor (he gets jealous, okay?!) which leads to a few guests excusing themselves early. However, at the end of the night, Phichit doesn't have the heart to throw them out, leaving them to wander the streets. So he lets them stay over. The slurred praise and thanks that he gets as a result helps warm his heart and dim some of his irritation. But not entirely. He thinks he's entitled to a little revenge... The next day, Yuuri is awoken by a painful throbbing in his skull as a loud shriek pierces his ears. His eyes are blurry and it takes a moment for him to decipher the words being spoken through the pain of being conscious. Ughhh. No! Shaking him wasn't going to help! Was this person TRYING to kill him?! Or did they want Yuuri to kill THEM?! As he finally manages to register his husband's voice, Yuuri decides he'll let it slide. This time. "Yuuri! Please tell me I'm dreaming! I must be! This has to be a nightmare! There's no way this could happen! Not yet! I'm still young, aren't I Yuuri?!" What the hell was Viktor going on about? "Yuuri, please, I need you to wake up! There's no way I could go bald in one night, right?!" ... What...? His curiousity winning over his fear of the inevitable pain, Yuuri drags his eyes open, wincing at the light as he beholds a sight that almost makes up for the pain. Almost. Yuuri watches as Viktor flounders about, every so often reaching up in habit of running his hands through his hair, only to meet a certain lack of locks. Viktor must've only just woken up as well, for if he was truly conscious, he'd have noticed the odd texture of the bald cap. Instead of putting his husband out of his misery, Yuuri flops back down on the sofa he'd spent the night on, ready to fall back into oblivion where the pain couldn't reach him. He's ready to shut down again, until he catches a glimpse of his blurry reflection in Phichit's glass DVD cabinet. A black blur on his face is what captures his attention. His curiosity (and dread) building, he reaches for his phone that lies a few feet on the ground away and squints at his reflection on the dark screen. Oh god. He has something written on his face.. His dread spikes further as he brings a hand up to rub at his forehead and cheek. Nope. It showed no signs of rubbing off, or even smudging. Unable to bear not being able to read the words backwards, Yuuri opens his phone, switching it to front camera, immediately letting his head crash back into the sofa, dropping his phone in favour of covering his face with his hands. Scrawled across his forehead, flowing down onto his cheek, is the label "Japan's tastiest and sexiest katsudon". At last he remembers why he tries to avoid drinking around Phichit. Now the main question is how to not let everyone see the writing. Of permanent marker. All over his face. The cries of his lover are his only comfort. At least he's not suffering alone. Fin~ So that was a little random and I can't remember what my prompt had been, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. If you have any ideas/headcanons/prompts you'd like to talk about or want me to do, please feel free to message or ask!

[trashcanniballecter]

Victor: *drunkly* yuuuuri~ hey, hey. Guess what?

Yuuri: What Victor?

Victor: *stage whisper* I'm naked under my clothes

Yuuri: everyone is naked under their clothes

Victor: Now I'm just NAKED!!!

Yuuri: shit, not again. Ok time for bed

[dreaming-fireflies]

YOI au fic tidbits #4: Comment Ficlets

ENTWINING FATES DRABBLE COLLECTION:

Comment: Now I lowkey hope Victor ft. Yuuri harem show up again because that part was too good... (Context is here)

"Yuuri, if you're going to engage in kinky sex, keep it in the bedroom," Mari grumbled as she walked past.

Yuuri dropped the grocery bags and ran so fast he practically Apparated into his room.

Dressed in a skimpy, copper bikini, his copy fluttered its eyelashes sultrily as it lounged in Viktor's lap, bare skin pressed flush against him.

Viktor gazed at Yuuri with the saddest puppy eyes. "I just wanted to see how you'd look in it - "

"Burst it," said Yuuri, "Or I'll do it myself."

He couldn't decide which he regretted more: introducing VIktor to that blasted wishing gum, or to the original Star Wars trilogy.

LESSONS IN LOVE

Comment: This was so sweet but the perv inside me insists on the sex like bunnies as a side fic, for fashion!!!

"Ah," Yuuri's head falls back, knocking a ball of yarn off the shelf.

Viktor chuckles, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity right down to his toes. "Hush, zaika," he mumbles, and Yuuri wonders through the haze of desire how the Russian can speak with his mouth wrapped around his -

"Oh god," Yuuri chokes as Viktor does that thing with his tongue, arching further into the heat, hands tugging at the silver strands beneath.

In response, Viktor groans in the filthiest way possible, and Yuuri can no longer tell right from left.

- at least, not until Guang Hong steps into the supplies room for, well, supplies.

The resulting screams are enough to ruin any kind of mood.

"We need rules, boss," Leo states simply, holding the traumatized man in his arms, quelling the tremors with soothing strokes to his back. "You know, like, locking the supplies room if you're going to be giving a BJ in it?"

"Or NOT giving a BJ in the supplies room," Guang Hong wails.

"It has been the fifth time," Leo agrees, deepening his strokes.

"It wasn't always a BJ," Viktor huffs indignantly. "I'm not a one-trick pony, much as zaika enjoys riding my - "

"LET'S GO WITH THE RULES," Yuuri yells, beet red.

ENTWINING FATES DRABBLE COLLECTION:

Comment: Next should be Yuuri learning weird Russian stuff and Viktor convincing him todo and say cute/naughty stuff cuz he dosnt know the language and culture ahhh

"Yuri, Otabek," Yuuri said brightly after stepping out of the fireplace. "Давай займёмся любовью."

Otabek coughed politely behind a fist while Yura's eyes bulged. "Ex-CUSE me?"

"Did I say it wrong?" said Yuuri, blinking. "Viktor said it meant 'I've missed you'."

"You say that to him every time he returns from his Quidditch trips?"

"Yes?"

"And did you always fuck right after?"

"Um," Yuuri flushed, "What sort of question is that?"

Yuri slung an arm round Yuuri's neck, yanking the older boy down to eye level. "Starting tonight, I'm giving you a crash course in Russian. For your own good."

"But I'm here on vacation - "

"FOR YOUR OWN GOOD."

Comment: I'm 1000000% sure Toshiya encouraged him on the dick drawing xD (Context is here)

"I must... I must commemorate this moment!" Viktor proclaimed, raising a fist to the sky.

"What is 'commemorate'?" Toshiya asked, head half-submerged in the water, sending up froths of bubbles with every word.

"It means to remember." Viktor bowed again, this time head-first into the springs. Raising back up, he shook his head like a wet dog in the rain, silver strands plastered to his forehead. "Our first naked time as father and son!"

"Draw Vicchan," Toshiya suggested brightly. "Because you are real Vicchan."

"Brilliant," Viktor gasped, twirling with a flourish. "You are as brilliant as your darling son, good sir! Bless you for producing such a fine specimen of man!"

"I don't understand," Toshiya said, beaming, "But okay."

"Now where shall I put my drawings..."

"On bamboo." Toshiya tapped Viktor on the shoulder and handed him a tiny swiss army knife. "Here."

There's a pause, with Viktor blinking owlishly at the portable tool set, a vague form of a question forming in his mind.

Like, maybe, where and how did the older man procure this tool?

........ eh.

"Here's to lots of sex with Yuuri!" Viktor shouted triumphantly.

"Oh~!" Toshiya cheered.