Hi ~ I was surfing the internet and I found some old pages that I saved about a year ago lol
Among those pages there was one about the theory of Yuri Plisetsky as a transgender boy, Idk, everyone is free to think what they want and even if it isn't true (most likely) I still believe in that theory but it's fine if others don't believe that is transgender.
Personally I like the idea that Yuri is transgender, I think is important to include the LGBT+ community as normal but I don't think Kubo had intended Yuri to be transgender (even though I want to believe he is) And well... All are free to think that he is or that he isn't (as I mentioned)
After their first sexual encounter, Yuri becomes more bold, in every sense of the word. It gives Yuri an instant boost of confidence knowing that Otabek finds him sexy (when Beka had told him he’d nearly come in his boxers just from pleasuring him, Yuri had completely lost his shit), and the way Otabek had cuddled up to him afterwards had been bliss. Otabek didn’t think of Yuri as anything less than him, a perfect equal, and Yuri had never felt happier. Otabek had changed how Yuri saw himself, if only for a brief while, and it has been enough to make Yuri want to cry from the utter perfection of it all.
But of course, as with all things, it didn’t last. The next few days after their first evening together had been blissful, but the dysmorphia was creeping back in, slowly but surely.
“Are you okay, Yura?” It had been such a simply, well meant question, but Yuri immediately snapped at it, his mind and head reeling in hatred for himself. Yuri had sat away from him on purpose that night, choosing the opposite couch from the one they usually shared, curled up together.
“No.” It was snappy and overly aggressive and Yuri immediately regretted it when he watched Otabek’s face fall. “I’m sorry. I’m just not feeling good.” Yuri tucked his knees under himself, his arms cupping around his own small frame under his baggy shirt. His binder felt extra tight today and was irritating his skin already because he’d usually taken it off at this point in the evening. Yuri shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Get up.”
Wait, what? Yuri was snapped out of his self-loathing by Otabek’s strong words, not forceful like an order, but definitely more than a request. Yuri remained firmly in his seat, his gaze almost challenging as Otabek walked towards him, a small smile laced on his lips. “What if I don’t want to?” Otabek took another step closer. So this is a challenge.
“Then I’ll make you.” It wasn’t a threat, nothing with Otabek ever was, but Yuri would be lying if it didn’t send a little chill through him. With one final glare, Yuri rose from his seat, taking the hand Otabek outstretched to him. Otabek walked them both through to Yuri’s bedroom, stopping in front of the only full-length mirror Yuri owned. Yuri immediately cast his eyes down.
“I don’t think I can-”
“Sh. Just look.” Otabek moved his way behind Yuri, immediately wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. They were the same height now, but the difference in build was obvious. Yuri had muscle, of course he did, he was an athlete, but Otabek had the bulk, the distinctly male chest and shoulders that Yuri was missing. This isn’t helping at all.
But then, after leaving a soft kiss on the side of Yuri’s neck, Otabek moved until he was stood infront of him, partially blocking Yuri’s view of himself. Otabek pulled Yuri’s arms around him from behind and let his head fall back slightly on Yuri’s shoulder. “Don’t you think we look perfect together?” They did. The way Otabek had pulled Yuri’s arms around him drew his eyes instantly to them, outlined with muscle and obvious strength. Their skin tones were beautiful, Yuri illuminatingly pale, Otabek a soft tan, warm like caramel against his own snowy complexion. Even their eyes, warm brown meeting striking green, they were almost like polar opposites, and for once, while looking at them together, instead of judging them separately, they looked like they belonged as one whole.
Yuri found himself no longer comparing what he didn’t have to what Otabek did, but comparing how their different bodies complimented them as a couple. Yuri had the height, the sharp jawline, the prominent muscles protruding in his most overworked places. He was slim, yes, but strong, and he immediately found himself standing a little taller. Otabek may have had bulk, may have been so distinctively male, but Yuri was too. It wasn’t a competition over who looked more like a man.
They’re both men. Both incredible, strong, athletic men, and seeing Otabek looking back into his eyes in the mirror only confirmed that he felt that, too. Otabek looked perfect wrapped in his arms. Like two perfect boyfriends.
Yuri didn’t realise he was crying until he felt Otabek’s hands on his cheeks. “Did I do that wrong?” He asked softly, thumbs wiping beneath his eyes as he looked up at Yuri, a small worry-crease between his brows. Yuri shook his head, smiling softly through the tears. “I love you. I love you for all that you are, Yura.” Yuri let his own hands circle around Otabek’s waist, pulling them close together until their lips grazed.
There would always be days like this, both of them knew that, but with such a strong bond between them, Yuri knew that he’d always get through it. He’d always be perfect in Otabek’s eyes, even if he wasn’t in his own, and Otabek would always be perfect to him. For him. They complimented each other, not only in looks, but in mentality, too, and you can bet that the next time Otabek needs him, Yuri will be there in a heartbeat.
I want to make this clear in light of recent conversations I've had. All interpretations of Yuuri are welcome here. Gay!Yuuri, Bi!Yuuri, Ace!Yuuri, NB!Yuuri, Trans!Yuuri, Pan!Yuuri, Aro!Yuuri and every other Yuuri you can think of. He is a very fluidly written character with many facets who can be interpreted in many ways and all those interpretations are valid. Likewise, all ships are welcome here! Victuuri, Otayuri, Yuyu, Christuuri, Christor, Leoji and any other pair you can think up! This is a safe space blog and I will make sure to keep it that way.
So because I'm a trans boy seeing Trans!Yuri headcanons make me so happy But then sometimes I see people saying JJ deliberately uses feminine terms to get under Yuri's skin because he's a transphobic dick and I'm like NO JJ does not know that Yuri is trans and you can bet the second he finds out he breaks down crying because 'oh my god Yuri I'm so fucking sorry I was such a dick I never meant to hurt you like that' because he's not a bad person he's just socially oblivious and would hate to think his fighting talk actually hurt anyone Fight me on this
Trans girl Yulia (Yuri) is not excited to be hitting a growth spurt. She sort of wishes she’d just stop changing at all. She thinks she’ll never be able to pass if she doesn’t stay as small and cute as she is now.
Also, I am on the entire opposite Trans!Yuri boat as most everyone else? haha. |D But I think she’s a super cute girl, and that everybody should give her love, okay? Thanks.
Yuri Plisetsky is a trans boy. He doesn't have much chest dysphoria (he had a relatively flat chest to begin with, and he worked out pretty hard to make sure it was almost invisible), but being called gendered terms (like prima ballerina, or JJ's "ladies first" comment) makes him very angry and anxious. But mainly angry, cause that's how he handles dysphoria. He uses anger to express masculinity at first, cause that's what he knows, but slowly he learns to open up and express other emotions as well. He used to cut his hair short cause people gave him shit about how he isn't "trans enough" if he didn't have masculine hair, but then he saw Victor rocking that long hair and sort of thought "fuck it". He loves his hair long, so he's gonna have it long. His grandpa and Yakov are the first people who know he's trans. Grandpa smiled and asked him if he wants a different name (which he really REALLY wanted), and Yakov looked down at this little kid and told him not to expect any special treatment. That's one of the best days in Yuri's life. The Russian team + Yuuri + Otabek formed a Yuri protection squad and they go after people who give Yuri shit for being trans.
Katsuki Yuuri is genderfluid. He only understands it in his twenties, but he looks back at stuff and gets that "ohhh, so THAT'S why..." feeling sometimes. He starts exploring his gender, and at first he's very uncomfortable and anxious, but he calms down slowly. Victor helps him relax a little and experiment before Yuuri realises who he is and how he feels about his gender. He usually doesn't get much dysphoria (his more dominant gender is man, and he's AMAB), but on some days, when Yuuri feels particularly feminine, anxiety can be sort of crashing. On these days everyone make extra sure they point out her femininity, and it doesn't make the dysphoria leave completely but it helps a little with the anxiety and puts a smile on her face. Even Yuri is acting nicer (though not uncharacteristically so) cause he knows dysphoria is shit and wouldn't make anyone's dysphoria worse on purpose. The first person he ever comes out to is his sister.
Speaking of her, Mari is a trans woman. She only realises she's trans in her twenties. Her parents are very supportive, and so is Yuuri. Her earings and the bleached hair are her way to take control of her body and ease dysphoria. She used to have pretty bad dysphoria and she kinda hated being in the hot springs, but after the hormones and the surgery she feels much more comfortable and even soaks in there sometimes. At first she's really afraid that her best friend (and later her girlfriend) would hate her and wouldn't want to be her friend, but Minako just hugged her and said she saw some nice dresses in the store that would fit her perfectly. She also teaches her how to do her makeup and how to "move more femininely" (Mari is the one who asked her to, so when Yuuri comes to her place in the middle of the night and asks her the same thing a few years later, it almost makes her smile). At first she makes a point out of being hyper-feminine, with makeup and tight clothes and the "girlies" interests and movements. But after a while she understands it's just... not for her. She finds the right path for her. Now you can find her with no makeup, chilling in loose clothes and enjoying her life.
Intersex non binary Phichit Chulanont doesn't give a fuck about your gender norms. He just doesn't. He's gonna rock that cute skirt. His winged eyeliner is so sharp it can cut a man. Both his twin sister and him are intersex. Their parents didn't allow the doctors to mutilate their genitalia, saying they just want their children happy and unharmed. They were both raised as boys but it was very clear from a young age that his sister was a girl so from the moment she told them that she's a girl, that's how she was treated. She started transitioning as soon as she was legally allowed to. When Yuuri came out to him, Phichit was really supportive and encouraging. Since they met Phichit was pretty sure that guy wasn't cis, but if Yuuri didn't want to talk about it, Phichit would never out his best friend against his will. Phichit himself came out as non binary pretty early in life, around the age of eleven. His parents were used to weird shit with their children, so they thought "well, that's our child", shrugged and hugged him.
Genderqueer Victor Nikiforov finds gender sort of confusing. I mean, why focus so much on gender when you can ice skate and listen to good music and have fun with dogs? He used to get very confused when people told him that he looks like a girl in his younger years, cause "what do you mean I look like a girl, I look like Victor". People who meant to insult him by calling him a girl just ended up confusing him. He doesn't mind being referred to in he/him pronouns, it sits a bit better than she/her, and they/them from people who are close to him makes him a bit uncomfortable cause in Russian using plural for a single person (basically what happened to the pronoun "you") is a sign of formality and respect and it just sounds weird and unattached coming from people he is very close to. He usually doesn't feel dysphoria, but when he does it makes him do one of two things: be as extravagantly and flamboyantly him as he can be, or shut down completely and curl into himself cause why do people keep throwing gender at him he doesn't want it and it's kinda overwhelming. There isn't much to do about the first one, and it doesn't hurt him so Yuuri is less worried about it, but still keeps an eye to see if he needs a break or to talk about it or anything. When the second option happens, Yuuri sits with him and talks to him. He tells him how brilliant and amazing he is, and how much Yuuri admires him for being as true to himself as he is. It doesn't stop the dysphoria, but it put a small smile on his face and helped him get up.
Summary; After waiting not so very impatiently for the last 6 months, Yuri finally gets his hands on Otabek.
Here it is, the long awaited trans!Yuri fic! This was super nice to write and I want to send out a special thanks to everyone who spoke to me in regards to being transgender! Remember that, while I try my very best, it’s hard for me to relate to such a subject, but if you see anything that makes you uncomfortable or upset, please let me know so I can fix it or we can talk it out. This isn’t posted with any malice intent, so if it causes any hurt, I need to know! Special thanks to @puppybek who practically held my hand through this fic and gave me an insight into the trans world. Thank you dude.
Also, this baby is going to be part of a series. Drop some prompts for what else you wanna see!
This fic includes; dick touching, a lot of kissing, Otabek being a complete gentleman and of course, transgender Yuri. Don’t like, don’t read!
Otabek doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. All he knows is that Yuri has rendered him senseless, his hands continually sweeping through Otabek’s hair as he pulls him closer and kisses him more desperately. Yuri is grinding against him, the lack of a bulge in his underwear going completely unnoticed as Yuri uses his tongue and teeth in ways Otabek totally hasn’t dreamed about for months. Yuri is even letting Otabek touch him, something unheard of up until this point, finally letting his soft warm hands cup his chest as Yuri arches into it and mewls against his lips.
They started dating almost immediately after Otabek moved to Russia, swapping his home rink for Yuri’s, and it’s been a blissful and frustrating 6 months since then. Otabek is patient, more so than Yuri, so when they talk about Yuri’s sex in comparison to his gender, he makes sure to slow the relationship down to a crawl. They have all the time in the world, he’d told Yuri, and apparently 6 months is more than enough for Yuri to wait, having eagerly pressed Otabek into the mattress as soon as he entered his bedroom. They’ve done all this before, but Yuri has always been tentative and careful. Today he feels reckless, the dull ache between his legs growing more and more as they slide their tongues against one another.
Yuri pulls back from the kiss and Otabek immediately goes for the soft spot on Yuri’s neck, where his collar and his throat meet, grazing his teeth against the unmarked skin there. Yuri is whining softly, a sound that makes Otabek already want to come, but then Yuri’s hand is taking hold of Otabek’s much larger one and guiding it down his body, between his legs. Otabek can already feel the heat as he presses his hand against him, even through Yuri’s boxers. This is new, it’s completely uncharted territory for the both of them and Otabek can feel his hand shaking against Yuri, but it’s soothed softly by Yuri’s slender fingers smoothing over his hand and encouraging him to touch and feel. “Shit, Beka.” It’s the first time Yuri has sounded like that.
“Are you sure? Really sure, Yura?” Otabek is already (embarrassingly) breathless, his hand still tentatively cupping between Yuri’s spread thighs. Otabek could stop here, happily, but Yuri’s fingernails are gripping into the skin on the back of his hand. Yuri nods, moaning softly as he presses Otabek’s hand ever closer and begins to grind against it.
“Done waiting, just want you to touch me, Beka.” Otabek knows it’s meant to be forceful and strong, but Yuri’s voice is wavering, even with such little stimulation. He’s rocking against Otabek’s hand in jerky motions and Otabek can hardly think, he’s pretty sure he’s going to stop breathing eventually just from watching Yuri and feeling how wet he’s getting under his boxers. His cock is straining against his own boxers and his brain only starts working again when Yuri starts to talk. “Can I take them off?” Otabek doesn’t have a clue which of them Yuri’s talking about (let’s face it, he’s struggling to remember his own name right now), but he nods anyway, reluctantly letting Yuri slip off of his lap.
Watching Yuri strip off his boxers is torture and Otabek has to slip one of his hands into his boxers to grip his cock and calm down a little. It’s awful because despite not being a fan of his own body, Yuri still knows how sexy Otabek finds him and he lavishes the attention. He slips his fingers into the back of his boxers and slowly pushes them down under the curve of his ass, his green eyes watching Beka’s every move. Yuri drops the boxers to the floor before he climbs back on the bed while Otabek tries desperately to maintain eye contact instead of just staring at the parts of Yuri’s body he hasn’t seen before.
Yuri slips his fingers under Otabek’s boxers, his nails catching on the sensitive skin of his lower stomach, and then drags them down, purposely letting his nails continue their path downwards, making Otabek’s hips buck. Once they’re off, Yuri finally takes his place back on top of Otabek’s lap, this time grinding down against his bare cock. Yuri takes ahold of the back of Otabek’s neck and presses their lips together harshly, slipping his tongue in as soon as he can.
They stay like that for a while, messily grinding against one another until Yuri finally breaks the kiss and settles his forehead against Beka’s, their eyes locking as they pant against one another. Yuri’s gaze falls down the length of their bodies and he watches them move together, soft whines falling from his lips as he rocks against Beka’s cock faster. His eyes flick back up to his partners. “You can look, you know.” It’s refreshing and instantly calming that Yuri hasn’t lost his cocky attitude. “Your cock is so hard, Beka.”
Otabek finally lets his eyes follow the length of Yuri’s body, his hands gripping tightly onto Yuri’s tiny waist. He’s seen Yuri shirtless a bunch of times, looked at his muscular and flat chest unashamedly, but this feels much more private. His eyes trail down lower and Otabek smooths his hands over Yuri’s lower stomach, feeling the soft hair there, something that had increased when Yuri had started taking T. Otabek lets one of his hands slip lower, trailing his fingers through Yuri’s pubic hair before tentatively dipping lower and brushing over the sensitive nub there.
The reaction is immediate, Yuri’s whole body flinches and a whirl of breath falls over his lips, his back arching into Otabek. “Sorry. Really sensitive.” Otabek gives Yuri a warm smile before he focuses his attention back down. Yuri’s skin is still incredibly soft, something Otabek loves, but this time when he lets his fingertips brush over him, it’s a little more forceful and focused. The low moan from Yuri is encouraging and Otabek starts to move his fingers in slow circles, avoiding immediate pressure on him and choosing instead to focus on the soft area around it, fingers occasionally nudging and brushing against the sensitive spot. It’s hard to do from this angle because his wrist is bent uncomfortably, but Yuri seems to notice and quickly removes himself from Otabek’s lap and flops down beside him on the bed. Otabek has to laugh because the act is just so Yuri.
Otabek turns on his side and presses close to Yuri, his hand teasingly drawing patterns at the bottom of Yuri’s stomach. Yuri tilts his head to the side locks eyes with Otabek as he slips a hand down between his legs, decidedly ignoring Otabek’s own hand on his stomach. There’s a small smirk on his lips, along with some spit that’s making them look slick and completely kissable. Yuri’s head tips back and his mouth opens and Otabek’s eyes quickly snap down to see what he’s missing.
Yuri is touching himself, that much is evident, but it’s mesmerising to watch. He’s using two fingers split into a V to gently run along the sides of his dick, already swollen and hard. Otabek hadn’t thought of that before, the idea that Yuri very much can get and is hard, and it makes him swallow the spit collecting in his mouth from watching. He can feel his own cock throbbing and grinds against Yuri’s thigh to relieve some of the pressure, only to have Yuri whining softly dipping his fingers downwards. When they return to their previous motions, they’re slick; Otabek can tell from the shiny fluid coating them. He lets one of his hands move over to the other side of Yuri and hovers above him, kissing at his stomach as his hips jerk upwards.
Otabek kisses sloppily against Yuri’s lower stomach until he begins to spread his legs, letting Otabek slip between them. He’s still touching himself, but at what seems a leisurely pace, not in any attempt to get himself off before Otabek has his hands on him. The last kiss Otabek leaves is right on Yuri’s public bone, buried a little in the coarse hair there, and then Yuri is taking his hand away from himself and instead running it through the longer part of Otabek’s hair, tugging his head up slightly. Yuri is squirming against the sheets, his eyes wide and nervous as he looks down at Otabek between his spread thighs. “Are you okay?” The words are soft and near whispered, but Yuri nods tipping his head back against the pillows at the head of the bed and looking toward the ceiling. “My beautiful boyfriend.” Otabek breathes, and finally Yuri is pulling Otabek’s head forward, shuddering as his fingers tighten in his hair.
Otabek has no experience with this act, so at this point it’s mostly trial and error, but he remembers everything Yuri had been doing when touching himself and tries to copy the motions with his mouth. Otabek knows how sensitive the tip of Yuri’s dick is, so he avoids that and instead chooses to let his tongue move around it, carefully making small circles and rubbing against the sides. Yuri seems appreciative of it when he slowly starts rocking his hips into the motion, chasing Otabek’s tongue. There’s more than enough of Yuri to suck, too, so he closes his lips around him and suckles softly, listening to Yuri’s insistent cursing above him. “Fucking hell, Beka. Beka- fuck- I-” Yuri is all stutters and loud pants as he shudders beneath his boyfriend, jerking his hips up against his mouth. Otabek slips his arms under Yuri’s thighs and grips as his hips, encouraging him more to fuck up into his face and digging his nails into the taut skin stretched over his hipbones.
As if it’s even possible, every little sound Yuri is making makes his own cock harder, now flush against his stomach beneath him, trapped between the sheets and his own body. It’s absurdly hot in Otabek’s bedroom and he can feel how easily his cock slips against his own stomach, a mixture of sweat and precome making everything deliciously slick as he ruts against the harsh sheets beneath him. Thankfully, unlike Yuri, Otabek isn’t as sensitive, because he’s one hundred percent certain that if he was, he would have lost his shit by now and come all over the sheets beneath him.
It’s bizarre how much Otabek is affected by this, just by pleasuring Yuri and listening to him practically wailing above him, but when both of Yuri’s hands clamp down hard at the back of his skull and tug him forward, Otabek’s hips start to move of their own accord, eliciting moan after moan from him through no control of his own. He can feel Yuri’s thighs tensing on either side of him, hear his breath repeatedly catching in his throat and can feel how desperately he’s shaking, his back arching off the sheets. Otabek physically has to let go of one of Yuri’s hips and grip his cock, fisting it tightly.
“Gonna’ come, gonna’ come, Beka-”
Otabek wants to encourage him, tell Yuri how utterly gorgeous he looks like this, how fucking lucky he is to have Yuri as his boyfriend, how much he’s enjoying sucking Yuri off, he really does, but he can’t because Yuri has a near death-grip on him, his hips coming off the bed completely as Otabek continues to lick and suck around him. Yuri’s whole body goes taut, shaking furiously before it hits him, one sharp, shrill moan leaving him before his body shudders in waves, keeping Otabek’s mouth firmly in place with a surprisingly loud “Don’t fucking stop.”.
So he doesn’t, he keeps sucking and teasing the soft skin around Yuri’s dick until Yuri’s hips jerk unpleasantly and he’s dragged away and immediately up to Yuri’s mouth. Yuri’s hand goes straight to Otabek cock, immediately stroking him as he slips his tongue in his mouth, not caring at all if he can taste himself. Yuri feels grossly sticky between his legs, but Otabek is whining into his open mouth, fucking the tight fist Yuri has provided.
There’s no warning from Otabek, only a few out of time thrusts and then a low moan to let him know that he’s coming. Yuri can feel it against his stomach, only adding to the need for him to shower, but he doesn’t mind, Beka can always shower with him. He doesn’t stop stroking Otabek through it until he begins to slump against Yuri, both of them feeling boneless and sated. Yuri lets go of his hold of Otabek to shift them into a more comfortable position, letting him lay his head on Yuri’s chest.
Otabek curls against him, wrapping his arm around Yuri’s stomach and pulling him as close as he can, making Yuri smile as he brushes Otabek’s hair from his eyes.
“Worth the wait?”
Yuri laughs, sweeping his hand backwards through the hair he’d just smoothed out, making it fall forward and stick to Otabek’s forehead. Otabek huffs, the hair barely moving from the sweat coating it before he nuzzles back into Yuri, feeling comfortable and content in his arms.
