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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[xax]

i don't think the ff7 fandom has really reckoned with the idea that in-universe reeve is pretty much exactly one of those furries with a high-paying tech/government job who has a like $20,000 fursuit. and then i guess shinra is like "we're looking for somebody who can infiltrate this terrorist group" and reeve's contribution is "i can do it in my fursuit and rp as my fursona the whole time!!"

Reeve hadn't designed the Cait Sith doll to have a perfectly accurate sensorium. Who wanted to feel actual pain every time it got ripped limb-from-limb by a mako-twisted monster? But it was (officially) a data collection infiltration model, so having sensory feedback was important. That was what he'd written on the official ShinRa funding prospectus, for all the magitech bits and bobs that went into supplementing the basic golem structure. The overall budget expense was nothing compared to Heidegger's troops or Scarlet's big guns.

Cait Sith was based on principles of Ancient golemology, restructured and retouched with technologies of today. It was a masterpiece in long-range telepresence. The core of it was a materia linkage between sibling materia, split off from the same core: Long-Range, Manipulate, paired together to make a link that could persist across continents. It was an amazing technological development that could have made a better company billions of gil, but here in ShinRa it languished in obscurity.

All of that was to say, when Red XIII, traveling with the remnants of AVALANCE, went into rut, Cait Sith was the first to notice. Before Red XIII, even. He could smell it with his cat-like nose. Pheromone signals were filtered in his nose through strata both technological and magical, and he extracted meaning and information from them.

Red XIII in rut smelled really, really good.

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The group was camped out in a literal camp site, abandoned and overgrown on the outskirts of the Gongaga forest. Red XIII had unwisely slunk away from the camp in the middle of the night, reeking so strongly of rut that Reeve thought he must be planning to try his luck humping a tree. He could lick his own dick, right? Maybe that. Either way, Cait Sith followed.

He was licking his own dick. And what a dick it was. Easily a good foot and a half, maybe just below two feet. Deep red, tinging brighter at the tip in mottled pink patches. Each wet swipe of Red XIII's sandpapery tongue caught on the messy barbs around the tip. That couldn't have felt good, but what did he know; he was just a simple innocent fortune-telling cat. Each lick came with a messy burst of pre, splattering into Red XIII's mouth in slobbery runnels. His knot pulsed in his sheath, only visible as a faint swell that shuddered and rippled with each spurt of pre. Reeve made sure he was recording everything.

He'd handled the manufacture of the production unit personally, which meant he was able to slip in a few adjustments that were not on the official ShinRa specs for the model. Which was to say, he'd given both the big moogle and the small cat dicks. They were necessarily cruder than the masterpiece that was Cait Sith's mouth, but they did process biofeedback correctly. The dicks only had some autolube functionality; they couldn't cum. But Reeve could feel both dicks at once. What was the point if making the doll if he couldn't have fun with it? His dick twitched in his slacks, hardening, and he let the cat's dick push out a little into his pants. Just a smooth spike of a dick, big on the cat's body but not huge. Huge was for the moogle's dick.

Cait Sith pranced into the clearing Red XIII had hit himself away in, grinning wildly. "So this is where you tucked yourself away!" he said, grinning wider as Red XIII started and scrambled to his feet, leaving his colossal cock hanging heavily between his haunches.

"What-- You--" Red XIII sputtered.

Cait Sith leaned in, overtly eying up his dick. "In rut, huh? I could help you out with that, y'know!"

"You?!" Red XIII said, a little contempiously.

"How rude! I've been the picture of helpfulness to you all!" Cait Sith smiled cutely. "And it looks like you're quite pent up. Just licking yourself hasn't helped at all, has it?" Red XIII's dick was still bobbing erratically, letting loose messy spurts of pre into the grass beneath. Not even his certain embarrassment about the situation had dampened its needs at all.

Cait Sith hopped off the moogle and padded closer. He tugged on his pants, making the imprint of his unsheathing dick clearer. "Let's say we help each other out, huh?"

Red XIII twisted his head to the side, looking away from Cait Sith. He was blushing under the fur. Not a rejection, though, even as Cait Sith ambled closer. He was almost short enough to fit under Red XIII's legs without ducking. The dick hanging along Red XIII's underbelly was very close to being as long as he was tall. Cait Sith let out a little humming whine of interest, one gloved hand tugging his pants down so his cocktip could peek out in the open and giving it a little tug. The other reached out to curl around Red's barbed cocktip, fingers cupping and stroking upward. A hot burst of pre erupted out across his hand, splattering up across the doll's arm.

Back in his office, Reeve shifted in his seat, cock responding to Cait Sith's stroking by slowly thickening down his right thigh. His head felt muddy from the heavy reek of Red XIII's pheromones. They were more potent filtered through the doll's sensory apparatus than they would be against a human.

"...Fine," Red XIII said. Cait Sith immediately leaned in and smeared its face against his cock, moaning cutely as the next spurt of pre splashed all across its face, utterly soaking all its receivers in drippy lines of potent, virile preseed.

Cait Sith let out a groaning gurgle, mouth open, as he lapped at Red XIII's cocktip, hand already eagerly stroking himself off. Reeve's cock lengthened down his thigh, each heartbeat sending it fattening wider, hardening to full erection as he licked across Red's fat monster cock.

Red XIII let out a hungry snarl and hunched forward, sending his cock skidding across Cait Sith's face. "Take it, then," he said, and the bassy growl of his voice sent a spike of heat straight to Reeve's cock.

Cait Sith opened wide, mouth panting with simulated breath. "C'mon, then!" he demanded. "Let me at--" and then any other words were muffled into a wet gurgle as Red XIII's cocktip shoved between his lips and sunk down the doll's throat.

Cait Sith gurgled, both hands curling around Red XIII's shaft as he humped against the doll's face. It didn't need to breathe, technically, but the throat cavity only went so far down, and judging by what Red XIII was packing he might end up being a little... strained. Its own cock, stiff and hard to match Reeve's own, was left untouched, bobbing in the air beneath him as he made himself -- the doll -- an open cavity for Red XIII to fuck.

The big moogle trundled closer. Its chunky cocktip crested out past its big belly, cock cruder than the cat's, but much, much bigger. It settled behind Red XIII, watching his lashing tail, the sag of his heavy balls from behind. His asshole was tight, untried, and the moogle idly stroked itself off, smearing lube across its cock, as Red XIII bowed forward, fucking Cait Sith's mouth.

As Red XIII rocked back, shaft pulling gleaming from Cait Sith's throat, his ass tapped against the moogle's big cock, and lost in his rut he ground backwards, sinking its cocktip inside him.

Back in ShinRa HQ, sitting at his desk with late-night paperwork in front of him, Reeve stifled a groan. His dick was hard in his slacks, jutting out down his thigh in a way that would be impossible to miss if he had to stand. The sensation of Red XIII pounding down his throat and rocking back deeper onto his cock was transmitted faithfully. His dick twitched again, letting out a messy bead of pre that was eagerly soaked into the dark fabric.

Half the world away, Red XIII let out a howling groan and rutted deep, sending his cock plunging down Cait Sith's throat until his growing knot smacked against his muzzle with a wet crack. His throat bulged, slick throat-cavity straining around its girth. Cait Sith gurgled, neck bloated around the fat pillar of Red XIII's cock, and the big moogle moved forward, sinking its cock deeper into Red XIII's ass, pinning him between their bodies so that each thrust just rocked him between the cat's mouth and the moogle's cock. His sloppy pre gurgled back up Cait Sith's throat in frothy globs, burbling over its lips and down its front, matting down its fur.

Red XIII huffed and panted, knot aching. His paws dug into the gravely ground, claws splayed, and he slammed forward, knot bearing down against Cait Sith's slobbery mouth. The turgid flesh strained against its lips before it slopped in with a heavy wet thump.

There was the faint spang of pain as some stitching somewhere ripped. Reeve had not designed the doll to take something the size of Red XIII's knot in its face without damage. He was breathing hard, sensation overlapped with the doll having its mouth plugged, throat filled, with Red XIII's cock. If he moved his tongue in his mouth he swore he could feel Red's knot inside it: feeling like it was easily the size of two fists with the size difference between him and the puppet. Each throb jabbed against the roof of his mouth, his tonsils. Red XIII's asshole shuddered around his cock, pulsing and rippling as his balls drew up tight, and the moogle thrust forward, sinking its whole cock into him, until it felt like Red XIII was sitting in his lap, fully impaled on Reeve's cock.

Red XIII howled, and his knot shuddered and surged fatter. There were more snaps and creaks as it utterly wrecked some of the delicate sensors in Cait Sith's facial cavity. Reeve had to pant, jaw hanging loose even though there was nothing there. Cum gurgled intangibly down his throat, sloshing heavily in his stomach, as Red XIII's knot sealed up Cait Sith's throat.

Reeve hunched forward over his desk, eyes screwed tight shut. His cock twitched, and he exhaled sharply as he came in his slacks: one, two, three heavy pulses before he started to feel his load ooze down to his knee, soaking through the expensive fabric in slimy patches. Red XIII's ass kept clenching around his cock, milking heavier spurts out of him. His stomach roiled as the Cait Sith doll was pumped full of cum. The end of its throat cavity emptied into a small false-stomach, and the cum surged into it, flooding it in only a few spurts before his cum forced its way back up his throat. Reeve gurgled, dimly aware he was drooling onto his desk, breath sharp and strained to force past the phantom sensation of having what felt like gallons of cum clogging his throat.

Reeve found himself hunching forward, smearing the tacky head of his cock against his cum-soaked slacks. An achy overstimulation to take his mind off the brutal stretch of Red XIII's cock lodged in his throat, his stomach bloated overfull with cum. More internals were breaking, pinned and twisted out of place as the balloon-like false stomach was pumped fatter and fatter with more of the beast's scalding-hot cum. At the same time, the moogle's cock was still sunk down to the base in his ass, rippling along his dick and keeping him half-hard.

Red XIII didn't stay knotted long, mercifully. A little longer and they both would've gotten to experience the Cait Sith doll bursting apart at the seams, reduced to little more than a soggy cum balloon. As it was, parts of its throat started to shred around Red's barbs, letting spurts of his cum squirt up to splatter against his sheath, oozing down his churning balls to paint his front in a frothy layer of steaming cum.

Cait Sith gurgled off Red's softening cock, puking up the length of it with a messy retch, followed by a pressurized eruption of cum splattering all across the churned-up forest floor.

Red XIII was panting hard, too: "I've never felt anything like that," he said, half-dazed.

Cait Sith drooled out more cum. "First time knotting anybody, eh?" His voice was slurred, both from the rut-haze clouding Reeve's mind and the physical damage to his windpipe. "There's a lot more after that!"

Red was still horny and pent up. His cock was flagging before his second wave, but he was still soaking the air around them with his rut pheromones. Heat sizzled off his tongue. "I should repay you," he said, worked up, needy. His slavering tongue lapped down Cait Sith's cum-slathered front, to the untouched spike of his cock.

Red XIII's sandpapery tongue lapped across his cock in hot waves. Warm breath puffed over his thighs and up across his stomach. Red XIII opened his maw, panting, to take in Cait Sith's spike of a cock. It should have been brutally overstimulating, but the sensory connection softened the worst of it. Reeve huffed and puffed, red-faced, at his desk as his limp cock shuddered. The second orgasm had him curled up, sweaty forehead pressed against his paperwork as something deep in his hips clenched hard and sent a second load oozing up his shaft, spilling out into his ruined slacks in a messy drool of filmy pre and backed-up cum.

Cait Sith's spasming motions and wet gurgles -- cum still bubbling back out from his overstuffed belly -- managed to convince Red XIII he'd came. Enough of Red's load was sheeting down his front, all down his cock, that it would've been difficult to catch anything Cait Sith had came. He gave Cait Sith's cock one last lick before sitting back on his haunches, his own breath fast, his own cock still peeking, cum-slathered, from his sheath.

Gurgling on Red's phantom cum, soft cock still sluggishly pissing out his load, Reeve thought: I really should've sprung for fake cum in the cat doll at least. Maybe for version 2. He was going to need one, if this kept up with Red XIII.

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Oh hey, I'm happy my prompt tickled your fancy! (I'd have replied anonymously but the Captcha service that Dreamwidth uses is having some problems...)

Reeve hadn't designed the Cait Sith doll to have a perfectly accurate sensorium. Who wanted to feel actual pain every time it got ripped limb-from-limb by a mako-twisted monster? ...
The core of it was a materia linkage between sibling materia, ...

One of my favorite things about your writing is how you weave in worldbuilding/background details. It makes things feel a lot more concrete.

Reeve made sure he was recording everything.

... Reeve. Oh, Reeve. XD

Red XIII twisted his head to the side, looking away from Cait Sith. He was blushing under the fur.

I think you tend to write Red as the shyer participant a lot of the time - it's cute.


Anyways, I really enjoy your prose. It's always interesting to read and has a lot of texture! Like, for example, the alliteration here:

Its chunky cocktip crested out past its big belly, cock cruder than the cat's, but much, much bigger.

And right afterwars, the variety in the phrase structure is great - it has really nice flow. From the moogle to Red XIII's hindquarters back to the moogle again.

It settled behind Red XIII, watching his lashing tail, the sag of his heavy balls from behind. His asshole was tight, untried, and the moogle idly stroked itself off, smearing lube across its cock, as Red XIII bowed forward, fucking Cait Sith's mouth.

A little longer and they both would've gotten to experience the Cait Sith doll bursting apart at the seams, reduced to little more than a soggy cum balloon.

That... might have ruined the mood. Haha. Do you think that cure works on the robot?

Anyways, your writing is really hot and I love the way that you weave in Reeve's mirrored reactions with the physical scene.

(Also, the fandom at large might not have thought about Reeve being a "suspiciously wealthy furry" but some people have definitely taken notice! e.g.: https://www.tumblr.com/aayemae/712634119730888704/reeve-tuesti-is-a-corporate-furry-and-you-cannot?source=share )