fic prompts 2025 edition

[xax]

it's fic prompt time! i've been considering doing one for a while but i had a bunch of rl stuff happen that kinda knocked me out & i'm only now getting back on the saddle. also this is somewhat dedicated to the republican congress which is once again attempting to make porn illegal. so lets make some gross porn!!

gimmie a prompt with a fandom and some characters and/or a situation, a fetish, whatever, and i might write a short porn fill for it

general rules and regulations:

• fandom stuff only; it's gotta be a fanfic in some respect
  
• there's no particular limit on choice of fandom, but i probably won't write stuff i'm not familiar with. good fandoms: basically any fandoms i've posted fic for; video games released 10+ years ago. bad fandoms: random children's cartoons; most anime
  
• no detailed ocs. 'some guy'/'generic character from the setting' is fine but not, like, your fursona
  
• no asking for further chapters of existing fics i've written, unless they're fics that were also just prompt fills. if i wanted to be working on those i wouldn't be taking prompts!!
  
• i definitely won't be filling every prompt. i'm very bad at finishing things at the best of times

i'm gonna be aiming for, idk 1500-2000-word fills? ish? we'll see

edit: okay i think i'm done taking prompts. i'm gonna try to sit down and bang out a few more fills before i call this one 'done'

fills post here; prior post index over here for reference

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The child who had washed up on the beach was going to be a problem. Already Yuna had gotten attached, which meant he would likely to tagging along, despite clearer heads already foreseeing the problem of dragging a toxin-poisoned idiot around with them like he would be capable of acting as a real Guardian.

Someone had already tossed him a sword and told him he could be a Guardian, so it wasn't at all out of place for Kimahri to try testing that attestation of his out. He ambushed him from the trees as he walked along the Besaid trails. Easy. Simple. Tidus lasted all of five minutes before his exhausted arms dropped his guard, and Kimahri was immediately inside the range of his sword and slamming a shoulder against his chest. The blow knocked the sword from his hands and his feet from the ground, and he staggered back and crumpled supine on the ground.

Kimahri waited for a moment for him to stand up, and when he didn't he decided he needed some extra prompting. He picked up the fallen sword and tossed it across his stomach. "Again," he demanded.

"Come on!" Tidus whined, staggering to his feet. "Can't we just be friends? C'mon, talk to me! Even Lulu is talking to me!"

"No," Kimahri said, and smacked him in the face with the butt of his spear. "Fight."

Tidus' showing was even worse in the second round. Had he genuinely been exhausted by five minutes of sparring? He wouldn't even be useful for blowing off steam sparring.

By the third round Kimahri had discarded his spear entirely. It wasn't necessary to defeat him. At least the press of skin on skin, the straining of muscle, was something like exercise. Heat burned inside him as he clotheslined Tidus and threw him into a tree: muscles hot, body freely sweating, breath flowing solidly through his body. He was hard, cock bulging his loincloth. He pinned Tidus again, this time sitting on his chest: both his wrists in one hand, pinned over his head, while his knees pinned his shoulders. Tidus squirmed, face red, as he tried to break free. It was only when he went limp, completely submitting to Kimahri, that he considered actually letting him up. He shifted his weight back, settling against his hips.

Tidus' dick, hard, jabbed against his right asscheek. He was surprisingly big. It pulsed when he put his weight down, pinned between his hip and Kimahri's ass.

"Hn." Kimahri glared down at him.

Fear flashed across Tidus' face, and his gaze flitted between his bared teeth and his own tented loincloth. Tidus decided acting apologetic would work: he squirmed under Kimahri's pin, eyes averted. "Sorry! It got really, uh, physical! And, you know--" he kept on rambling for a moment before Kimahri sat back on his haunches and reached down to yank Tidus' shorts down. Tidus squawked. He was wearing a loose undergarment under the shorts, light blue and tented out around his dick. Kimahri tore that one away entirely, letting his hard cock flop out into the open. Big. Not quite Ronso big, but... much bigger than Kimahri was expecting.

If this boy wouldn't be a decent sparring partner or Guardian, he could at least serve them by allowing Kimahri to use him to his own satisfaction. He tugged his loincloth to the side, twisting the coil of fabric out from his asscheeks -- and incidentally allowing his cock to burst out into the open as well, arcing down to smack across Tidus' chest with a meaty crack -- and then he sunk himself down, asshole flexing open. He sheathed the whole length of Tidus' cock inside him in a single motion, and Tidus' wide-eyed expression of alarm at seeing Kimahri's cock dissolved into a dazed, unfocused stare, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. A sound like "Aaaannngh??" burst from his open mouth.

Kimahri worked his internal muscles, tugging and clenching on his shaft, letting it firm up to its full size inside him. Suitable. The first suitable thing about him. His hefty balls lolled against Kimahri's ass, the flesh of his sac furrowing and relaxing, keeping his balls churning.

A heavy spurt of pre erupted inside him, splattered out against the opening to his guts, and it was easy to shift his weight back slightly, bearing down, to let his guts open up and admit his fat cockhead. Kimahri let out a deep groan as his guts opened, and his cock kicked up to bob in the air, shooting off a hefty rope of pre that smacked one end across Tidus' chest and webbed all the way up across his face before snapping apart, letting the rest of the shot land in the hard-packed path beyond him. His groan died off in a grinding growl, and his tensed his thighs, rising fractionally up before thumping back down, slamming Tidus' cockhead through the pulsing opening to his guts.

Kimahri's balls puddled across Tidus' stomach, lolling as fist-sized eggs as he found his rhythm. Tidus' cock was nowhere near the size needed to really stretch him and keep his cock half-hard as he rode it, so now that it lolled from his loincloth it grew to its full length, bobbing up and down just in front of Tidus' chin, flinging stringy cords of pre across his chest and face as Kimahri settled into riding his cock.

Most humans weren't big enough to do much more than tap their cockheads against that opening. Kimahri ground his ass down on Tidus' crotch, huffing, following the pleasure of his cock angling inside him. He shallowly rocked on it, fucking his guts, while beneath him Tidus wisely lay still, eyes open wide, hands flopping like dying fish in the dust beside him.

"Useless Guardian can find a use as Kimhari's rut-stick." Tidus' eyes bugged out, taking in Kimahri steadily rocking on his cock: thighs flexing into enormous blocks to rock him upwards, only to relax and let his huge asscheeks slam down on his hips, over and over.

Hands nervously settled against his ankles, pushing and pulling a little to try to control Kimahri's pace. Kimahri glowered down at him, teeth bared, and Tidus froze. "Rut-stick does not move," Kimahri snarled, and Tidus obligingly nodded hastily, even as his cock shuddered and spat another mess of pre into his ass.

Kimahri used the boy as nothing more than a rutting post, riding his stiff cock at exactly the pace he wanted. Heat twisted into a hot tangle as his guts opened up. He bounced on his cock, silence turning to snarls that turned into heavy, wet panting. His cock shuddered, drizzling pre across Tidus' chest, painting his flushed face in gush after gush of hot, heavy slime. He felt it coming. His guts pulsed, opening wider, hungrily sucking on Tidus' cock, and he found himself slamming down onto it, ass beating a tattoo as his snarls rose into a bellowing roar that shook the forest around him. His cock erupted, pelting bolts of silvery-grey Ronso cum far past Tidus' head, painting lines and then forming pools across the hard-packed dirt. It wasn't until his orgasm started to ebb that his load started to pour across Tidus' face: the dregs of his load, weakly spurting from his cocktip in heavy arcs, splattered across his face and chest, soaking him in thick, gummy lines.

Tidus had came inside him. Enough that it churned up along his shaft and spilled from his slackening hole in heavy froth. Thick globs slurped out over his rim, smearing into his pubes. Nowhere near a proper Ronso's load.

Tidus panted on the forest floor, gasping for breath. His cock was softening inside him, load spilling out along his slick flesh. Kimahri's cock was still hard, bobbing over his chest, webbed against his skin with glimmering threads of cum. It would take more than a single release to relax him.

Kimahri glowered down at Tidus. His ass clamped down on his shaft, forcing its turgid length back to half-hardness. "Again," he growled, thighs bunching, ass sliding along his shaft. Beneath him, Tidus gulped.