anonymous asked:

Can I ask a scenario or headcanon of Yurio and Victor with a s/o who has just had an injury but wants to continue training for the next competition? :)

Oh this is a unique request! I’m so sorry for the wait, btw. I hate writer’s block ;-; Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting :3

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • This man is so protective over you holy s h i t !!!
  • When you insist on getting back on your feet to practice, he scolds you and takes time out of his own schedule to keep you company and look after you
  • did i mention that he’s the best caretaker in the entire universe? ? ? because he is and you will never need anything with him at your side
  • If you start to feel down because of your injury, Viktor gives the best pep talks and gives you penalty of hugs and kisses until your spirits start to rise again
  • “(Y/N), you might think being injured sucks, but look at the bright side! You get control of the remote, you can eat all of the food you want, you have a handsome hunk like me to take care of you; what more could you want?”
  • and if you argue that you ‘want to keep training,’ he’ll tackle you an smother you in kisses idk fan you asked for it
  • Overall, he just wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will do all in his power to get you back on your feet again

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Since he’s so stubborn, he’s going to make sure you follow doctor’s orders
  • He practically pins you down on the couch when you try to leave your home to go practice
  • Yuri tends to take the ‘tough love’ approach when convincing you to rest; he doesn’t try to be mean but this speeches certainly turn out that way
  • “(Y/N), I love you, but you’re dumb as shit. You need to rest and let your body heal, you idiot. but fuck i love you I’m just being mean so you listen to me
  • His favorite thing to do while you rest is bring all of his cats into the living room and pile them on top of you so you become the base of a cat mountain
  • and he takes so many pictures for instagram holy fuck lmao he will bless all of his followers’ feeds with you
  • Yuri may not be the most affectionate boyfriend ever, but he’s there to take care of you and do whatever he can to get your health back in order
Stripper!Eren x Levi (Smut)

Written for @xavier-the-gay-unicorn sorry it took so long *scratches back of neck and awkwardly laughs*

Side note: for some reason, the bottom part wouldn’t paragraph.

It was June of 2000 and something so, as you can imagine, it was scorching hot outside. However, that also meant one thing. Exams. Oh the joy. Spending a third of your day indoors learning about trigonometry and calculating the radius of a circle. How stressful and tedious. To one pupil, this was the easy part. The hard part was rushing to work after school to work an eight hour shift. His name was Eren. He didn’t work where you’d expect to find an average lad working, like McDonald’s. No. He worked in a strip club.

It all started one day where he was only there to serve drinks to all of the horny guys who’d just finished work and needed to relax. One of the members of staff had accidentally spilled his drink on Eren. The liquid seeped through his shirt revealing the outlines on his torso.

“Hey kid. If you wanna up your wages… how about you get up there and take that shirt off”

As you would’ve guessed, Eren took the job. It only made sense.

The school bell rang and Eren was already out the door. He didn’t want anyone to see him. He felt nearly ashamed but, some income is better than none.

He turned a corner at an alley way which was very secluded and ahead of him was the strip club. Before pushing the door open, he stared at his reflection wondering if it was worth it or not. He was still a kid but never got to feel like one.

“Suck it up. You need the money so, just go in and do your best.”

These personal pep talks were becoming too regular.

The other members of staff were pretty occupied with cleaning up the place before it opened, Eren was just in his own world.

“Oi. Drink this. You need it.”

“Cheers boss.”

Eren necked his couple shots of vodka and got to work.

“It can’t be that bad”

Finally, opening time.

The locks on both entrances opened and a sea of people came flooding in with fat wads of cash in their fists.

“Where’s that boy with the bright eyes”

“Have you seen his ass?! Just thinking about it gets me rock fucking solid”

Eren sort of liked being objectified, it boosted his confidence. A lot.

However, there was one guy in the crowd, not saying much. He sat down, the three top buttons of his shirt undone, tie loose round his neck, sleeves lazily rolled up and hair wild. He looked like a “try before you buy” sort of guy. Seeing what these beautifully built guys had to offer before he left.

Eren caught his eye.

Loud music started moving through out the club and the guys started cheering.

Eren removed his button down shirt and started caressing his skin and slightly flexing his muscles.

This guy just stared in amazement at Eren. He never knew anyone this beautiful existed.

Eren then removed his trousers, just standing in his Calvin Klein boxer breifs. The guys started wolf whistling, especially when they saw the bulge Eren carried.

It had been a good night for Eren.

“Holy shit, £500…”

He went off stage and began to dress himself.

“That was quite a performance, Jaeger, I’m impressed”

“Thanks, I guess”

“Oh, Eren! Before you go, theres someone here to see you, his name’s Levi. And I’m trusting you to lock up this place, okay?”


Eren turned round. There he was. That guy from earlier.

He looked like a work of art up close. He had eyes the colour of the sea during a storm surge and his hair was the colour of midnight. Lets not get started on his manly physique.

“So. You’re Eren? I’m Levi.”

He held out his hand for Eren to shake.

“H-hi, Levi” Eren gulped.

“Look, I’m gonna be blunt here. You’re obviously young and you wouldn’t be working here unless you were desparate, right?”


“So, how about I help you with your finances?”

“Uh… okay?”

“You have to do something for me though.”

His eyes darkened with lust and mischeif. He wanted to fuck Eren so badly right now.

“Name it.”

Before Eren finished his sentence

“Sleep with me.”

Erens lips parted. In shock but also excitement.

“Right here. Right now.”

“Okay daddy. Anything you want.”

Levi pulled Eren in by the collar and kissed him. His tongue slipped into his mouth. After a few seconds, he pulled away and lightly pulled on Erens bottom lip, just to tease.

He pushed Eren onto the couch and took this as an opportunity to find out what Eren liked.

He kissed and sucked on his neck, hurriedly yet passionately.

Eren rolled his head to the side, his breathing was already getting quite rapid.

“Oh God.” He whisper-yelled.

“Daddy must be doing a very good job, right?” He teased some more.


Levi sat eren up and ripped his shirt off of him.

“No wonder the guys go crazy for you” he smirked and traced the outlines of his abs.

Levi kissed up and down Erens’ torso, leaving little wet patches. Eren placed his hands on the bag of Levi’s head, tightly shutting his eyes. “We haven’t even got to the good part yet.” Eren was internally screaming. He was about to receive something better than the £500 he got today. Levi worked his way down to Erens jeans, slowly unbuttoning them just to frustrate Eren a little more. He pulled them off along with his boxers and threw them to the floor. His erection was… standing at attention. “Wow. Thats going to be a… mouthful.” Eren tried to supress the blushing and without any warning, he was in Levi’s mouth. Levi’s cheeks hollowed and his head bobbed up and down. His hand was pumping the part that he couldn’t fit. “Oh fuck…” Eren said under his breath. Levi began to circle the tip with his tongue, making Erens’ legs quiver. Again, with out any warning, Levi swallowed him whole. “Keep going, Levi… please, don’t stop!” Eren’s breathing was at its quickest. Levi seemed to pick up on this so, he stopped. “Why did you stop?” Eren interrogated between each pant. “It was a bit… hard to swallow” Levi smirked. Levi held eye contact with Eren and began to undress himself. He just couldn’t wait to get his hands on Eren. “Face down. Ass up. Now.” Eren complied. Levi grabbed Erens hips and slowly pushed his way on. Eren had never experienced so much pleasure. Levi slowly thrusted in and out and with each thrust, Eren pushed back. “Easy tiger.” Levi’s hand forcefully smacked Eren’s ass “Sorry, daddy.” That riled up Levi even more. He began thrusting at a magnificent speed, making Eren’s eyes roll back until only the whites were visible. He took one of his hands off of Erens hip and grabbed his cock, pumping at the same speed. “Daddy, I’m gonna-” 10 minutes later, Eren had come back to his senses. “He kid, you okay? For a minute, I thought you died.” Levi said while buttoning up his shirt. “I’m fine. Actually, I’m more than fine.” Eren grinned Levi pulled out a thich brown envelope from his breif case and threw it on the couch. “Here’s 10k.” “Levi…thank you.” “No. Thank you.” Eren innocently smiled at Levi even though he was still spread out on the couch naked. “Here’s my card. If you wanna go again, just call this number” his infamous smirk appeared once again. “Oh, and Eren?” “Yeah?” “That camera at the top left of the ceiling was on.” He deviously winked and shut the door behind him.

Mia san mia - Rafinha Alcantara

“You realise you’re gonna have to face him sooner or later, right?”

“Shut up.”

“Do you plan on just avoiding him like you have for the past two years then?”

“I said shut up.”

“I mean come on, aren’t you being a little childish about all of this? You guys went from being inseparable to complete strangers, despite the fact that Thiago’s your best friend.”

“Pep, I swear to God I’m going to hit you.”

“You can’t even reach me, don’t get your hopes up.”

That earned Pep a harsh slap across the arm, making him wince but grin at his little sister nonetheless. She was literally half his age, and his height, and despite the fact that he’d practically raised her as his own child, you’d think they were only a couple of years apart in age.

“I know you’re nervous - it’s okay.”

“I’m not nervous, Pep. Shut up.”

“Does he know you’re moving back to Barcelona?”

“No - and I swear if you tell him I’m gonna cut you.”

“I won’t - but I can’t say anything for Thiago.”

“I told him nothing!” They heard Thiago call out from behind them, making Pep chuckle.

“He probably doesn’t even care,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head.

Pep arched a brow.

“Maybe you should let him decide that.”


Camp Nou was physically exactly how she’d remembered it to be. Nothing had changed the stadium over the past two years that she’d been away, yet at the same time it felt like everything had changed. There was still a magical aura around it - the promise of hope and the promise of victory. The promise that it was a place where you belonged.

Yet all it reminded her of was everything that was lost. And she knew that Pep felt the same sense of nostalgia mixed with loss as she did.


As if he could hear her thoughts, she heard Pep emit a sigh. Looking over at him to find him looking down, his eyes squeezed shut.

She knew how difficult this was for him. He was torn between his love for the club who’d raised them both and the club he had a duty towards, a club who he’d spent the past two years trying to bring to the top.

She was certain that whilst trying to want good for one, he felt like he was a traitor to the other.

Perhaps it would’ve been easier if Tito had still been around. It would’ve gone down as a little friendly competition and he wouldn’t have felt so guilty over being happy if the odds had turned out in Barça’s favour.

But Tito wasn’t here. And he had a duty towards Bayern. A match that was being perceived all over as a rematch of the world cup semifinal - the Germans taking on the Brazilians.

And silently, for reasons she’d never admit, she was rooting for the Brazilians.


“Pinch me - I’m seeing a ghost.”

Her heart clenched at the sound of his voice, making her turn around of her own accord. His face coming into view and making her sway on her feet.

2 years.

2 years since she’d walked away from Rafinha Alcantara yet looking at him now, feeling the way she was, you’d think none of that had ever happened.

Thiago’s loud cheer of his brother’s name pulled her back to reality and allowed her to regain her composure.

Rafinha’s eyes remained fixed on her, looking at her over his brother’s shoulders despite their embrace. Drinking her in, letting himself cherish the sight of her petite frame clad in a skirt and blouse. He didn’t know why he felt so disappointed upon the lack of Barcelona support visible on her - perhaps he’d thought that somewhere deep down she still felt like Barcelona was her home. The club that had raised her would’ve perhaps still held a place in her heart, but it didn’t seem to be the case. But he supposed it was better than seeing her in a Bayern jersey..right?

She held her breath as Rafinha sauntered over to her, coming to stand face to face with her - well really, face to chest. She had to crane her neck backwards to look up at him - he’d always stood a great deal taller than her and the years hadn’t changed that one little bit.

“I don’t get a hello?” He asked her, arching a brow.

Rolling her eyes at his fake, offended tone, she let him pull her into a hug. Closing her eyes as his arms went around her, holding her to him and surrounding her. Letting herself get lost in him for a moment, forgetting the nights she’d spent wondering where she’d fallen short of his expectations and instead dwell in the scent of him, letting herself catch a feel of home for a second.

Then she pulled away, forcing herself to take a step back from him.

Breathe, she reminded herself. You can’t get used to this.

“You look good, Rafinha,” she said to him honestly. It was true.

The Barcelona colours complimented his tanned skin, his ripped chest and toned arms accentuated by the tight fitting of the shirt leaving nothing to the imagination. He looked like a man built to pleasure a woman in every way possible, which only made her wonder how many women had been so lucky after her.

“I’d say the same for you, but I know for a fact you’d look ten times better if you were wearing a Barça jersey,” he replied cockily.

She let out a bitter chuckle, crossing her arms.

“I don’t own one.” She challenged, making his jaw harden. She felt a twinge of satisfaction as she saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes.

If he’d expected her to hold on to the jersey he’d given her during their time as a couple, he was greatly mistaken. There was no way she’d kept any of his things after he’d practically told her that he’d never imagined them having a future together.

“That’s harsh man. That’s not cool.” He said, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

Before she could snap back a snarky comment about how he shouldn’t have been surprised, Pep stepped into Rafinha’s rescue by dragging her away, outside the tunnel and towards the Bayern dugout.

The game kicked off and she’d be lying if she’d said she was calm about the whole thing. The first few minutes were all laughs and giggles, a clean game as the two FCBs played it off like a friendly.

But then slowly, the competition started. It suddenly got hotter inside of the stadium as the fans grew louder and the players grew rougher. Both teams put up their defences and began their attacks.

Yellows started being awarded, angering the visiting Bayern fans who felt they were being unjustly treated. A missed penalty had the Catalans groaning in response and a frustrated Messi hanging his head in annoyance.

The first half was over almost in seconds and she found herself rolling her eyes as the sound of Neuer’s smug voice filled the locker rooms where she stood beside Pep, boasting loudly over how he was ‘showing Lionel who was boss’. She almost wanted to go up to him and slap him, but held back. He was one of Pep’s best players despite his snarky attitude, and losing him could potentially cost Pep his job.

She avoided Rafinha’s gaze on her in the second half just as she had in the first, taking her seat on the bench and keeping her eyes focused on the pitch. Groaning when Neymar was awarded a yellow and almost broke into a fight with Muller.

She let out a loud gasp as Leo swerved past Jerome minutes later, effortlessly knocking the man over and with a flick of his foot sending the ball flying past Neuer. The stadium erupted into loud cheers and she covered her grin with a hand over her mouth, excitement coursing through her.

Her eyes met Pep’s, who had his lips firmly pressed together, but she could see the pride in his eyes. Bayern or no Bayern, Pep was a Catalan at heart.

Her heart rate picked up the moment Leo scored his second goal - having nothing to do with the fact that she could see Rafinha jumping around excitedly like a little boy before he was subbed on.

The game suddenly became so much more intense, and she was sat at the edge of her seat. Scrunching her nose in disapproval as Pep subbed on Götze in the 87th minute. So very world-cup of him as the German ran around the pitch arrogantly, making her roll her eyes.

Then Rafinha was shoved to the ground, and she found herself glaring at Götze and loudly cussing him out. The world cup champion held his hands up in defence, claiming it had been only an accident and even helped Rafa up. But she wasn’t buying any of it.

Because a few moments later, Rafa was again shoved to the ground and this time Thiago let out an angry shout, walking over to the two men the same time as she cussed at Götze.

She clenched her fist as Rafa angrily stood up, dusting the mud off his shoulder. Anything harder and he could’ve seriously injured his head.

But it wasn’t over.

The moment Rafa went down a third time, she was on her feet. Yelling profanities and curses at the German, ready to walk on to the pitch if she had to as Rafa himself got up on his feet, face to face with Mario, angrily spitting words at him.

Soon enough the two were being pulled apart by their teammates - yet the ref didn’t book Mario. Angering her to the point where she didn’t even realise she was shouting. Only realising it when Pep grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her around, giving her a stern look.

“Stop this. Right now.”

“Pep, you saw he-”

“Not a single word, Y/N, I don’t want to hear a single word coming out of your mouth.”

“He deserved a fucking red for that and you know it,” she hissed back at Pep, her eyes narrowing. Frustrated that his duty towards Bayern was clouding his judgment.

“There’s been worse going on the pitch, and you know that too,” Pep retorted back, angering her further.

“So you’re saying I’m biased?”

“I’m saying that if it had been anyone but Rafa, you wouldn’t be creating such a scene.”

She flared her nostrils, pushing Pep’s hands off her shoulders as she took a step back from him. Refusing to acknowledge that he was right.

“I can’t believe you. He’s Thiago’s brother - you coached him long before you coached Mario - and you’re not even on his side.”


“I can’t believe you’d give up on Barça like this. If Tito-”

“That’s enough. You’re either going to go sit at the back with the others, or you’re leaving. Not another word-”

But Pep didn’t finish as Camp Nou emerged into loud cheers and chants. The two looked over at the pitch to see the Catalans celebrating, jumping onto Neymar as the scoreboard read 3-0 in Barça’s favour.

She let a giggle break through upon the sight of Neuer’s face, who looked like he was a little boy who’s candy had been taken away from him.

“Stop it,” Pep scolded her half-heartedly, but even she could hear the delight in his voice.

“Stop hiding it,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Cameras.” He replied, suddenly making sense of it all to her. The papers would have a field day if they found Pep celebrating for Barça.

The final whistle was blown and she beamed as Lucho pulled Pep into a hug, patting his back before pressing a kiss to her forehead as she congratulated him.

“You’re in my dugout in Munich, I called it,” Lucho told her with a wink, making her laugh and result in Pep rolling his eyes at the two of them.

The two men walked away and she found herself hugging Iniesta, Xavi, and Gerard and wishing them her congratulations. Genuinely happy that it was Barça who’d dominated.

She looked over to see to Thiago and Rafa walking together, a smile on Thiago’s face despite the fact that he’d lost. His eyes met hers and he beckoned her over, and she didn’t have the heart to refuse.

She was pulled into a group hug between the two Alcantara brothers, her heart racing once again as she was aware of every part of Rafa that she could feel against herself.

She didn’t even notice when Thiago let go of her, only realising it once she was completely engulfed in Rafinha’s embrace. She slowly pulled back, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze was captured with Rafa’s intense one. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Rafinha’s head lowered, his nose brushing against hers.

Maybe it was Camp Nou, maybe it was the entire world that erupted into fireworks the moment his lips touched hers. Everything ceased to exist in the moment as she felt herself slipping further into him, the walls around her giving way to him.

Then the contact was broken and it felt like a slap in the face as her ears were suddenly filled with the noise that was surrounding them. She took a step back from a confused Rafinha, raising her hand to where his lips had touched hers, still in shock.

Rafa gazed back at her intently, feeling a longing in his chest. He didn’t understand how it had been so easy for her to walk away from him, how easy it was for her to completely break off contact with him. And there was no way she hadn’t felt that. He could see the effect of the kiss written all over her face - so why the hell was she turning around and walking away from him once again?