u/Painted_futures

Ciri put her hands in the air and backed away from the well in the center of the village, happy that she was merely being shouted away from filling her canteen instead of being threatened with a pitchfork or being chased off by hounds. Her life on The Path was rarely easy, but it afforded her a freedom she'd never have enjoyed succeeding her father for the throne. She could endure the hate and disgust from strangers, the cold nights in the wilderness on a bedroll laid over dirt, and the dangers of hunting monsters for a living. She'd gotten used to all of that quickly after only a few months of travelling with Geralt before setting off on her own.

What she hadn't been as prepared for as she expected was how she was treated as an unaccompanied woman travelling through the countryside. Geralt described how he was constantly caught between people's contempt and respect as a mutant who solved problems for peasants and lords alike. Ciri felt that description needed an amendment in her personal experience: feeling eyes pay more attention to the backside of her trousers than the sword on her back.

She wasn't proud of it, but she'd used this to her advantage. An extra button on her shirt undone yielded just those few extra coins for a contract, or kept her opponent at Gwent distracted enough to fall right into her trap.

Shortly after, she'd made another discovery: the right kind of monsters were as susceptible to this distraction as well. A den of drowners had been worth a heavy purse from a nearby village of fishermen in Skellige, and Ciri had become tired after putting at least a dozen down, arms growing heavier with every swing and legs struggling to continue pulling her boots out of the mud and water. A swipe from another of the slimy bastards had caught her belt and trousers at the hip. With a heavy rip away from her body, she became exposed to it and had to watch in morbid fascination as its aggression halted, staring down her body as an appendage between its legs began to swell. She felled it when it was distracted, but her hands shook at the revelation that day. If it was between her life and a shameful secret with the only witness being a mindless monster, maybe she'd keep this discovery in mind.

She'd never tell Geralt though, or Yennefer. She wondered if this had been discovered before but nobody had written it down out of shame, just another folktale to be dismissed as fiction.

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If it wasn't clear, this story follows the ending of The Witcher 3 with Ciri becoming a monster hunter herself. Perhaps she ends up going in Geralt's place to meet Olgierd or taking a contract in Toussaint. Maybe she gets hustled at Gwent and chooses to pay with a favor instead of her sword, maybe monster contracts have been thin and she just has to earn coin any way she can, or maybe she decides to write her own bestiary detailing her experiences with monsterfucking. Open to interludes featuring Yennefer, Triss, or others.

Kinks: Beasts/monsters, tentacles, lots of cum, voyeurism, prostitution, lactation, and breeding

Limits: Violence, latex, heavy bondage, brainwashing, and feet

Please include kinks, limits, and ideas for the story in your message.

Timezone US-EST, Discord is preferred

Her entry into the world of porn was similar to many of her peers in some respects; she'd started as an amateur stripper during college and earned well enough to be put on the website. She'd met her first porn directors at work and readily accepted when they'd made an offer with agreeable terms for her cut, releasing a trio of standard amateur scenes and fluffing on several others. She'd never expected her videos would be quite so popular, easily eclipsing 100,000 views within just a couple of weeks.

Since then, it would be over a dozen years of films, photoshoots, tours, conventions, escorting, and finally writing a book about her journey, Girl Next Door. She would retire soon after to focus on raising her son, not disclosing the father's identity to anyone but family, and she would live quietly as a freelance digital artist and volunteer women's basketball coach.

That was the story if you read her wikipedia page, but her son obviously had a different relationship with his mother's past even if she only engaged with her former fans by appearing occasionally on a podcast. She'd been a household name, earning 10 AVN awards and 14 nominations, and her catalog had covered genres from stepbrothers and professors to interracial gangbangs and cosplays. Her best efforts couldn't hide that from him, so she'd done her best to adopt a policy of honesty about her past work and affirming that it was mostly acting characters and not who she really was.

The truth, however, was that she wasn't divested of those roles and the energy that brought them to life. She missed the work, and after eight years of retirement, she announced her comeback to the industry, launching several new social media accounts to keep her fans connected. The first and only question on everyone's mind, including her own, was what would she film next?

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I've left things pretty open-ended to allow plenty of room to fill in points, like how her son feels about her comeback, who would approach who about the social media and general career manager she'd need, whether they become intimate themselves, if porn as a film industry has changed since her retirement etc. Obviously there are cuckold themes at play, but I don't want this to become a humiliation roleplay to any degree. I'll take slightly embarassed but eager or vocally reluctant but secretly happy over just being asked to shame someone relentlessly.

Kinks: Cheating, dirty talk, teasing, casual sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected/risky sex, clothed sex, lingerie, incest, interracial, excessive cum, surprise wholesome/romance, lactation, cumplay, one hot one not

Limits: latex, bimbofication, hypnosis, feet focus, violence, and anthro

Please include kinks, limits, and ideas for the story in your message. Timezone is US-EST, Discord is preferred

She sat in the reception area of the company's office, slightly impractical outfit contrasting with the plain businesswear of the secretary who'd offered her refreshments as she waited for her appointment with the company's chief creative director. She was told that with a multi-year gap between releases, the company was looking into ways to maintain audience interest that could be finished quickly, generate buzz, and branch her image out to pull in an even larger fanbase.

"Porn?" she asked the table of suits sitting at the table with her after she'd finally joined the meeting, leaving the question hanging for a moment.

"Well," one marketing *expert* finally spoke up. "This content exists more or less without our involvement anyways, so we thought it'd be a good place to tap into the audience's interest in you, and even give you some creative control over your image."

"By getting to pick what porn I want to be in?" she asked again, hands coming up as she tried to gesture if it was a serious proposal.

"Well, you've always said you were hoping to be seen as more mature, right?" another suit asked. "Emotionally complex, sexually powerful, someone they'd be talking about for years. Tough to say you wouldn't be remembered for doing this."

She sat back in her chair, looked out the window for a moment and turned back to the table. Cautiously, she broached the question, "How much?"

"Well, we're still negotiating, but we think we can get the studio to agree to a 70/30, maybe 75/25 split and you take 50% upfront on top of expenses," came the answer. "It'd be a five film contract to start, and renegotiated for more projects around six months from now."

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The idea for this story is pretty simple: a famous character isn't just mocap, some voice acting, and a script. She's a living person working as an actress for the company making her franchise. They offer her a crossover promotion with a porn studio, and she ends up multiplying her fanbase overnight when the scene drops.

My personal preference is Blacked, but it could also be Vixen or Tushy, or something original created in-universe. Your characters would include her co-stars, various fans, and maybe even her romantic partner surprised she agreed to this. From the early days of her warming up to filming, we can follow her to the red carpet premiere of her debut film, the response online, and even her accepting some adult video awards for Best Debut Actress.

My preferred fandoms include The Witcher, Final Fantasy 7, Resident Evil, Marvel/DC, Overwatch, and Tomb Raider

Kinks: Interracial (duh), dirty talk, teasing, casual sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected/risky sex, clothed sex, lingerie, cheating, excessive cum, surprise wholesome/romance, lactation, cumplay, one hot one not, and group sex

Limits: latex, bimbofication, hypnosis, feet focus, violence, and anthro

Please include kinks, limits, and ideas for the story in your messate.

Timezone is US-EST, Discord is preferred

Things had been rocky for about a year now since the formal disbanding of her former team of superfriends, unlikely to ever want another long-term commitment after she'd caught her boyfriend in and out of costume cheating on her multiple times. She'd stopped returning calls, moved back to her home city, and wore her classic outfit again. Whenever she was asked about why the team broke up shortly after she left, she always gave a monotone "No comment" before zipping away.

She missed plenty of things about her experience on a team with reach around the country: always having someone at home to get a workout or grab a meal with, having a formal payroll that all her impulse shopping couldn't dent, and knowing that someone was always to have her back in the field or ready to patch her up. Now it was back to basics: day job, police scanners, and icing her own bumps and bruises.

She didn't think it was really possible to fall further from grace until she realized what she'd blessedly gotten to sweep under the rug when she moved up to the big leagues: Joke villains. Clowns (sometimes literal) with hand-sewn costumes holding up convenience stores with squirt guns full of very weak acid, aspiring city menaces who thought spray painting a few bus stops would make the mayor take their overwritten manifestos seriously, and the worst: those who picked a single gimmick to try and insert themselves as a hero's nemesis. She supposed it would've been unprofessional to ignore them, as tempting as that was, since she made time for smaller deeds like helping lost tourists and carrying heavy things for seniors.

What she hadn't expected was for a new idiotic evildoer to actually be fairly slippery for her to catch. A chase that would only stop once she'd goaded his inflated sense of pride to stand and fight. A flip, a missed kick, a scramble, and a flailing ensued as her practiced choreography remained wholly out of step with his wild movements using his themed gadgets. She would grab onto him only for the cheap polyester of his costume to tear, revealing something that distracted her long enough for him to seize her. She could break free of his weak grip, but after a year-long dry spell, she felt an urge inside her that was stronger than her embarrassment.

He rarely stopped his villain gloating, always bragging about how he'd never be caught. The truth was she'd gotten used to their little routine: swooping in to foil him, chasing him down, wrestling for a minute until she let him win, and letting him leave after they finished. She'd given him her number on a whim, and she was beginning to find his overinflated ego charming as he promised her endless "clashes of titans". Whatever got him going, she supposed. At least he never missed a date.

Characters in this story may be original or based on an existing work. Extra points for coming up with a ridiculous original villain.

Kinks: Cheating, dirty talk, teasing, casual sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected/risky sex, clothed sex, lingerie, incest, interracial, excessive cum, surprise wholesome/romance, lactation, cumplay, one hot one not

Limits: latex, bimbofication, hypnosis, feet focus, violence, and anthro

Please include kinks, limits, and ideas for the story in your message. Timezone is US-EST, Discord is preferred

Ciri put her hands in the air and backed away from the well in the center of the village, happy that she was merely being shouted away from filling her canteen instead of being threatened with a pitchfork or being chased off by hounds. Her life on The Path was rarely easy, but it afforded her a freedom she'd never have enjoyed succeeding her father for the throne. She could endure the hate and disgust from strangers, the cold nights in the wilderness on a bedroll laid over dirt, and the dangers of hunting monsters for a living. She'd gotten used to all of that quickly after only a few months of travelling with Geralt before setting off on her own.

What she hadn't been as prepared for as she expected was how she was treated as an unaccompanied woman travelling through the countryside. Geralt described how he was constantly caught between people's contempt and respect as a mutant who solved problems for peasants and lords alike. Ciri felt that description needed an amendment in her personal experience: feeling eyes pay more attention to the backside of her trousers than the sword on her back.

She wasn't proud of it, but she'd used this to her advantage. An extra button on her shirt undone yielded just those few extra coins for a contract, or kept her opponent at Gwent distracted enough to fall right into her trap.

Shortly after, she'd made another discovery: the right kind of monsters were as susceptible to this distraction as well. A den of drowners had been worth a heavy purse from a nearby village of fishermen in Skellige, and Ciri had become tired after putting at least a dozen down, arms growing heavier with every swing and legs struggling to continue pulling her boots out of the mud and water. A swipe from another of the slimy bastards had caught her belt and trousers at the hip. With a heavy rip away from her body, she became exposed to it and had to watch in morbid fascination as its aggression halted, staring down her body as an appendage between its legs began to swell. She felled it when it was distracted, but her hands shook at the revelation that day. If it was between her life and a shameful secret with the only witness being a mindless monster, maybe she'd keep this discovery in mind.

She'd never tell Geralt though, or Yennefer. She wondered if this had been discovered before but nobody had written it down out of shame, just another folktale to be dismissed as fiction.

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If it wasn't clear, this story follows the ending of The Witcher 3 with Ciri becoming a monster hunter herself. Perhaps she ends up going in Geralt's place to meet Olgierd or taking a contract in Toussaint. Maybe she gets hustled at Gwent and chooses to pay with a favor instead of her sword, maybe monster contracts have been thin and she just has to earn coin any way she can, or maybe she decides to write her own bestiary detailing her experiences with monsterfucking. Open to interludes featuring Yennefer, Triss, or others.

Kinks: Beasts/monsters, tentacles, lots of cum, voyeurism, prostitution, lactation, and breeding

Limits: Violence, latex, heavy bondage, brainwashing, and feet

Please include kinks, limits, and ideas for the story in your message.

Timezone US-EST, Discord is preferred

Things had not been going to plan for the Umbrella Corporation since the Spencer Mansion had been destroyed. The entire staff of researchers presumed dead, Albert Wesker among the rubble as well, their operations compromised by survivors from STARS, and worst of all, millions and millions worth of lab facilities and assets lost. Though they had acted quickly to discredit the claims of the survivors and cover their tracks, the outbreak in Racoon City itself had thrown an entire garage's worth of wrenches into their plans from recovering the G-Virus to silencing the remaining STARS members quietly. Their city facilities were compromised by even more meddlesome interlopers and Jill Valentine had somehow defeated their prized Nemesis asset repeatedly.

With Racoon City left nothing but burning rubble, they faced an existential problem as the risk of total exposure grew with every minute that those interlopers were free. They deployed what remained of their finest in the Umbrella Secret Service to capture who they could while their remaining researchers began to experiment with how to replenish their stock of readily available Bio-weapon assets. Revenge was rarely a profitable avenue for corporations to pursue, but it was certainly a frugal choice to make their newest enemies test subjects for these experiments.

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The basic premise for this story is that either Umbrella or a future splinter cell of them try to take revenge on one or more of the survivors from the Raccoon City Incident: Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield, or Ada Wong, and subject them to experiments aimed at Bioweapon breeding from their basic Cerberus hounds to a recovered Nemesis. This could also be a story happening during their escapes from Racoon City or what Los Illuminados were doing with Ashley during her capture.

Kinks: Beasts/Monsters, tentacles, lots of cum, voyeurism, lactation, corruption, and breeding

Limits: Violence, latex, heavy bondage, brainwashing, bathroom, and feet

Timezone US-EST, Discord is preferred, please include kinks and limits in message