fanfic prompts

[xax]

so every so often i do a fanfic prompt post! this is one of them!

gimmie a story prompt with a setting + some characters and/or a situation, or fetish, or w/e, and i'll see if i can write a short porn fill. fandom stuff only, no OCs but 'generic character from the setting' is fine. no real restriction on which fandoms, but you have an increased chance of getting a fill if it's something i'm familiar with & have written before. i definitely won't fill everything b/c i'm real bad at finishing things.

prior fill post here for reference

EDIT: okay i think i'm done taking prompts now. i'll maybe write a few final fills and then i'm done for the time being. ty everybody who commented!

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[(Anonymous)]

What about something from god of war ragnerok , kratos is from the Ancient Greek world so the idea of gay sex was pretty normal to them he finds a oger and they go at it
Ogre has Messy and warped genitalia/ anal/ for skin/ thick lumpy jizz for the kinks

[xax]

Rocks crunched under Kratos' feet as he strode forward deeper into Veithurgard. The ancient drawven prison was desolate, with all its more mortal prisoners long since decayed into dust. He and Atreus moved in an out of the mazy underground passages, now crumbling, until they pushed into an old chamber: pillars framing a grate-covered pit in the floor.

Atreus stepped forward. "Uh, Father?" he said. "You may want to see this."

In the pit, preserved for ages, as a Troll. This one's dark blue hide was covered in dusty clumps of red dye, smeared into circles all across his immense shoulders and arms. Flames burst to life where his feet touched the ground, fanning upwards through the grating in a continual wind.

Atreus pointed. "Looks like that lever over there will free him."

"He will attack," Kratos said.

Atreus hesitated. "It feels wrong to keep something caged like this. Maybe he'll be grateful?"

Kratus snorted. "Your emotions again, boy?"

The troll roared beneath them, aware of their presence if not understanding their language. Its voice rumbled up: "Ég heiti Dauði Hamarr. Ég vil drepa alla guði. Losaðu mig! Ég mun hafa frið við þig!"

Kratos looked over at Atreus. "Um," the boy said, translating in his head. "He says his name is... Death Hammer. And he wants out. And he won't fight us?"

Kratos snorted again. "Unlikely."

Still, he stepped towards the lever, walking directly above the pit. Heat billowed up around him. It spun with a clunk, and the grate separated in two, withdrawing into the floor. A piston surged upwards, raising the pit to the surface, and the troll rose up. It, like the other trolls Kratos had fought and killed, was an immense beast, predating the gods that now ruled this land. It stood more than twice Kratos' height; Atreus didn't even come up to its knee. It was immensely muscular, and dressed in little more than a loincloth, banded about with a cord of rope.

It roared, reaching out and easily tearing one of the supporting pillars apart, extracting an immense masonry block as a brutal club. Kratos' hand went to his axe, taking a step back to clear the lever, as the troll roared in freedom, glaring down at the two people before it.

"Back," cautioned Kratos, as he sized up the troll. Not the simplest fight, but as with everything else he did, victory was nigh-assured. But...

The troll turned its gaze away. It slammed the pillar to the ground, etching with one hand the rune -- painted across its thigh -- onto its club-pillar, slowing waking fire within it, until it glowed red with heat. Almost absently, its hand pressed across its front as it stroked the rune on its thigh, mirroring the motions of its other had. Its forearm bunched across its crotch, twisting its loincloth to its side, revealing its immense, leathery cocksheath, and the sagging, low-hanging balls beneath, lumpy and heavy with pent-up seed. A slow ooze of thick, greyish preseed collected across his sheathtip, drooling down over its coarse, horny skin in slimy clumps.

Kratos barked out a laugh. The dwarves who trapped the thing had kept it for who-knew how long. Its urges had been left untended. "Boy," he said. "Avert your eyes."

"What? Why?"

Kratos took a step forward, one hand still reaching behind him, his hand on his axe-hilt. The other pressed against his own skirt, tugging it aside to show the swell of his cock, pinned within his trousers. "There are many ways men tend to each other's needs when they travel together. That troll is still a man, and his needs have been untended for far too long." As he said it, he was getting hard: body responding to the heavy, thick scent rolling off the troll in heated waves. "It will want to fuck or to fight, and if you wish to see it left uncaged and alive, this is the only route forward."

Kratos walked closer, the troll's dark eyes on him. Its cock flexed, splattering pre in dark splatters onto the stones beneath. The heavy, reeking musk of it hit Kratos like a wave: the scent of troll, earthy and thick, mixed with the meaty aroma of sex that he would know anywhere. It had been a long time since his needs had been tended to by a man, as well.

"But such things are not for the eyes of children to see," Kratos said. "So look away."

The troll -- Death Hammer, he supposed -- rumbled out something, cupping his fat sheath with one hand and squeezing, milking out a thick spurt of its heavy, lumpy preseed. Kratos wouldn't ask Atreus to translate now.

Kratos was at eye level with its balls, sheath hanging above him. If he stepped close, it would slap down across his face, drenching him in reeking, fertile slime. His own cock surged, digging into the laces of his trousers, and he reached down, tugging them loose to let his own length spill out: a long, thick club of pale flesh, oversized on his body but still only as large as the smallest of the troll's stumpy fingers.

The troll released its club, leaving it balanced on one end, rune slowly enkinding it to true heat, and used both hands to grasp itself: one huge hand curling around its fat, bloated balls, the other wetly stroking its cock, milking out thicker ooze. Thick greyish globs of grimy preseed gushed from its sheathtip, its bunched foreskin, as it stroked, revealing a wet, slimy sliver of its cockhead: a richer blue than the dull color of its hide, a deep blue-purple.

Kratos released his grasp on his axe and stepped forward again, easily within the troll's grasp. He reached up to touch its thighs, hands scraping along the troll's rough flesh as he slid inwards, knuckles digging into the heavy, draping furl of its immense balls. It rumbled out a word, approving, and released its sac to use its hand to haul Kratos forward, mashing him bodily against its immense cock. The heat of it soaked into him. Kratos slid his hands up, cupping its cock -- its hardening length was nearly torso-thick, dense flesh already rock-hard under the heavy sheathing of loose flesh. Not the biggest thing he'd ever handled, not after being spired upon Atlas' cock, but that had been ages ago. No matter. It would come back to him.

Kratos stroked the troll's cock, biceps flexing with the force necessary to tug its heavy sheath back. Hard, leathery flesh rolled over itself into folds, pinning Kratos' hands as the bare cockhead spilled out into the open, slamming into his chest with the force of a battering ram. Somewhat human: blunted tip, broad flange, flesh slathered in gummy lumps of thick, grey preseed, and Kratos leaned in, breath already coming fast, as he sucked in a deep breath, feeling the rank air surge into his lungs and fill his body with heat. He pressed his face to the smooth flesh, ooze burbling into his mouth, thick enough he had to chew the lumps apart before swallowing it down.

The troll roared out its approval, cock shuddering and knocking Kratos backwards as it surged fatter, longer, sheath sluggishly peeling back to reveal the full, immense size of its flesh. Kratos slid his hands beneath, cupping its boulder-like balls, fingers digging deeper through the flesh of its sac, feeling the lumpy, misshapen swells of its bloated balls. His gaze slid to the side, over the troll's brawny thigh, to where Atreus stood staring, mouth hanging open.

"Boy!" Kratos snapped. "I said, avert your eyes!" He snarled, sound muffled when the troll's cock surged, burbling out a thick wash of lumpy pre that crashed against his face with an obscene wet crack. He gestured his head to the side, towards the door they'd entered in by; the thick, viscous cords of troll pre restricted him like chains, tethering him to the troll's crotch. "Leave. This will not take long." He held his gaze to Atreus' long enough for the boy to look away, stomping to the exit. Leaving Kratos alone to fully immerse himself in servicing the immense troll balls before him.

His face pressed against its bare cockhead, tongue lapping across its fat, protuding cocklips as he caught gush after gush of thick ooze: flooding his mouth with tarry sludge, excess spilling down his face, soaking his jaw in clumps. His fingers kneaded across its balls, feeling the lumpy swells. He dug down into the troll's dense flesh, feeling swells within its balls. He scraped upwards, feeling one dislodge, balls audibly gurgling as its internal flesh shifted and pulsed, and Kratos skimmed his hands higher, feeling up towards the ropy tubes packed densely into its bloated sac. They were wrist-thick and misshapen, writhing like snakes as Kratos worked on its balls, milking out the troll's pent-up need. Fist-sized clots of sludge dislodged from within the troll's balls as Kratos tugged and squeezed across the boulder-like swells, hands and mouth pressed against them through its leathery sac, and slowly the thick ooze drizzling from its cocktip grew even thicker: pudding-like ooze burbling from between its puffy cocklips and drooling all down Kratos' body, showering him in slime. The troll's cocklips parted, squelching, as it spat out a congealed lump, a solid bolus of rubbery gunk. Kratos sucked it into his mouth and chewed it apart into dense, reeking chunks, spit slowly dissolving it apart into thick, greasy slime. He swallowed and choked, excess sludge spilling from his lips as he struggled to keep up with the continual spill. Another chunk burst from the troll's cocktip, smearing apart into chalky ooze across Kratos' face as he swallowed down the remains of the first one, and then other, and another, until the thick cords of slime painted all across his body had clusters of congealed gunk floating between them, stuck in the web of sludge.

All that, and the troll's dick was barely half-hard. Its fat foreskin was only drawn back just behind its cockhead, revealing the bulging, glossy papules that coated the ridge of its cockhead, and Kratos raised his slime-slathered face from its balls, smearing across the smooth dome of its cockhead until his lips reached the heavier flesh along the rim. He slurped and drooled over its grimy cockhead, its puffy cockmouth spitting out bead after bead of congealed ooze across his neck as he licked and sucked across its hardening length.

The troll roared, one immense hand coming down to jerk Kratos forward, curling across his chest as it mashed his face against his cocktip, and then -- with a fierce internal spasm Kratos could feel, hands spread across its balls, chest pressed to the underside of its shaft -- it erupted in a shower of grey, gritty ooze. The pressure of the blast was enough to knock his head back; the blow would've torn the head off a human. Thick, viscous trollseed stuck to his body, only slowly peeling its way down when layer after layer of ooze had piled up, forming fist-sized clumps that made their way down his chest, over his thighs, immersing his ignored cock in a gritty smear of trollseed.

Kratos gurgled, throat clogged with the troll's issue. His neck flexed, straining like he was working his shoulders, all just so his throat could clamp down and swallow an immense clot of sludge, mostly whole. The troll's first load poured over him, forming a burbling pile across his feet, and he looked up, face-to-face with its immense cock as it surged out again, still hardening. Dozens more loads stewed within its misshapen balls. The troll swiped its hand between them, fingers curling around Kratos' waist, one warted, clawed fingertip pressing beneath his balls to tap at his asshole.

Perhaps Kratos had been hasty when he'd told Atreus it wouldn't take long.