u/CuteLittleNympho

Rebecca was the world’s biggest actress. For two decades she had dominated Hollywood award ceremonies and the global box office. To call her famous would be an understatement. To many people she was nothing short of a goddess.

Her career began when she moved to the United States at the age of 18. She had aspirations to be a movie star and she scrounged up what little money she could to get a one way ticket to Los Angeles. She was a talented actress - that much was apparent from the very beginning. She was confident, she had a commanding screen presence, and she had range. But her talent wasn’t what propelled her to the very top of America’s movie-making scene.

Rebecca was, by every definition of the word, radiant. She had striking auburn hair, dazzling blue-gray eyes, and flawless, pale skin. Her face carried with it an exotic, alluring look. She had well-shaped, firm breasts, large enough to comfortably fill a hand, but not too large to disrupt her balanced, feminine frame. Her stomach was lean and toned, her hips nicely curved, and her butt was cute and shapely. She was tall, elegant, and graceful. That alone was enough to make Rebecca stand out, even among all of the other gorgeous starlets in Los Angeles. But her most impressive asset by a country mile was the sizable package between her legs.

To call her womanhood large would do it injustice. Fully flaccid it outsized nearly every man on the planet. Its length was thoroughly impressive, 8 inches when soft, but its girth was even more stunning. Rebecca wasn’t just a shower either, she was a grower. Fully erect, her cock was an impressive 14.5 inches. (Note: size is negotiable in either direction!). Rebecca was by no means shy about her body. She was content to show off in front of the camera as long as it was tasteful. A brief nude scene in a small role on an HBO TV show when she was 19 made her the most in-demand talent in Hollywood.

Futanaris like Rebecca weren’t just rare, they were practically unheard of. She had everything a woman had, including the ability to bear children herself, but she also had that little bit extra. Unsurprisingly, Rebecca was offered ridiculous sums of money to engage in… raunchier activity, but she turned that all down. She had a love for acting, for filmmaking, for storytelling. She was happy to use her body to facilitate that passion but she had no interest in making her cock the only thing she was known for. She bared her full body in front of the camera on several occasions, finding herself in rated-R movies more than anything else, but she maintained her principles, only agreeing to being nude when she felt it added something to the film.

For 20 years, that was her life. She donned the front covers of magazines. She was declared the “Sexiest Woman Alive” on numerous occasions by numerous tabloids. Her presence in a film alone could draw in hundreds of millions of box office dollars.

In front of the camera, and in interviews, she always maintained a composed, confident, and almost regal presence. She would flirt with her female interviewers, and wasn’t afraid to get handsy with her female co-stars on the red carpet, but she did so with elegance and grace.

Behind the scenes, she maintained that same confidence and grace, but she was a little less modest. It was an open secret that she would aggressively flirt with the women she found attractive, be they co-stars, members of the crew, or fans. It was also an open secret that, since Rebecca came to Hollywood, the number of celebrity pregnancies, even of those in relationships, skyrocketed.

But, as Rebecca aged, she began to feel a little less passionate about the work she was doing, and a little less interested in her lifestyle. Now 39 years old, Rebecca felt almost directionless. It felt like she was no longer acting out of a passion for the artform, but acting for the sake of acting. Her sexual exploits were beginning to grow stale as well. It wasn’t as exciting as it used to be to breed one of Hollywood’s A-listers, or a studio executive’s pretty daughter. She yearned for something new. A project she could work on that would reignite her passions, perhaps as a director instead of an actress. A partner she could settle down and start a family with, but who would also be able to satisfy her sexual cravings.

That’s where your character comes in. Is she an up-and-coming co-star that Rebecca takes under her wing? Is she a young production assistant that catches Rebecca’s attention? Is she an aspiring starlet working as a barista that becomes Rebecca’s muse? Is she one of Rebecca’s first daughters, born from a fling Rebecca had with another actress when she first came to Hollywood, hoping to connect with her other mother? You decide!

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Hello everyone! Please forgive the long introduction, but hopefully Rebecca’s story gives you a good sense of what I’m looking for. I’m hoping to create a wonderful story with someone, in a long-term roleplay, between Rebecca and whoever her love interest ends up being. I am expecting your character to be younger, and I would really like to play into the age and power dynamic between the two characters. Think between 18-22 years old.

I have a kinklist on my long-overdue-for-an-update DPPProfile which should give you a general sense of what I like and dislike. I’ll only go over some of the more important kinks for me in this post. Breeding/impregnation is a must, and I’d love to put an emphasis on it, as well as on pregnancy itself (although not birth). I am also planning on playing Rebecca as a mommy domme - treating her new lover not just as a romantic partner, but as someone to take care of. I would be happy to play her as a more gentle domme or as a rather demanding one.

The size of Rebecca’s womanhood is negotiable, but I really do like the idea of her having, at the very least, the largest human cock in the world. The margin with which she outsizes everyone else we can talk about, I wouldn’t be comfortable going above 18 inches. I’d love to play into the size aspect as well - belly distension, cumflation, cervical peneration, your character initially struggling to fit any or all of Rebecca’s cock inside her initially, but all of that is negotiable!

Most importantly, I’m looking for a literate and detailed partner who’s passionate about creating a beautiful story together! I want this roleplay to encompass much more than sex. That said, depravity is not a barrier to good storytelling. Please let me know what kinks you want to include! Even if you’re not sure whether I’ll like them, the worst thing I can do is say no. Don’t expect me to compromise on the few limits that I have, but I can promise I won’t think any less of you for suggesting something as long as you’re willing to respect me when I say no. I’ll also extend the same courtesy to you. Do also let me know what your limits are when you message me, so that I know what not to suggest or include.

As for who I want your character to be, I’m leaving that open. I want to give you the creative liberty to make a character that you really enjoy playing, and that you think would be a good fit for this new chapter in Rebecca’s life. The only real requirement is that she is someone involved in the entertainment industry. She could be a model, an influencer, an actress, a photographer, a writer, or much more! That’s because I’d love for the two of them to be involved in projects together. Perhaps Rebecca finds so much inspiration in her new muse that she writes and directs a movie with the two of them as leads. Or maybe the story centers around Rebecca helping your character as she pursues her dream of becoming one of Hollywood’s best filmmakers. The options are endless!

The prompt above assumes that you plan on only playing one character, and we’ll be starting when Rebecca actually finds her love interest/muse/whatever you end up being. But, if you want or are willing to take on a GM role, I think that would be absolutely lovely - and we could play out all the different partners that didn’t meet Rebecca’s expectations. Alternatively - and this might bump you right up to the front of the list - this could slowly turn into a harem roleplay, as Rebecca realizes she doesn’t want to settle down with just one person.

Finally, if you have any questions about the prompt or if you’re on the fence about roleplaying with me and just want to clarify a few things, please reach out! And if this prompt does catch your eye, even better! Just let me know what you think about the prompt, any ideas you may have for your character, and we can go from there! Please DM me instead of using chat. We can discuss details over Reddit, although at some point I would like to move to Discord to help keep the roleplay more organized.

Can’t wait to see those orange letters!

(Warning! Arcane Season 2 Spoilers ahead!)

There she is, perched on a ledge, watching me like a hawk. My sister, Powder, the only reason I survived all those years behind bars in Stillwater, was long gone. In her hands was some kind of weapon. A gun with three barrels. I flex my gauntlets, the mechanical fingers whirring as the hextech gemstones power up, casting a faint blue glow around me. She leaps from her perch, swinging her gun around as she lands. I barely have time to kick up a piece of sheet metal to use as a shield before her rain of bullets begins to pelt me. The moment there’s a break in her onslaught of shrapnel to heave myself into the air I thrust the hunk of metal at her, using the hextech powered thrusters on my gauntlet to launch myself in the air.

I wake up to four cold, dark walls. My back aches in a way that feels much too familiar. Beneath me are the tattered remains of a thin wool blanket – a pitiful excuse of a bed but the only thing protecting me from the rough and unforgiving concrete floor. I can hear the sound of keys jingling in the distance, growing ever closer.

My gauntlets crush Jinx’s metal minigun before tearing it in half. The hextech gems flash bright blue and purple colors, imbued with an energy I’ve never seen before. My fist barrels directly at Jinx’s face when suddenly the gauntlet veers sharply to the left, leaving a small crater in the floor.

Heels clop against the floor. I’d been shrouded in pure darkness, but as the footsteps grow closer, a dim light begins to shine through the metal bars of my cell. It’s barely enough for me to see my hands but it still feels blinding. Stillwater.

My next punch lands, propelling Jinx into the wall behind her. Her shimmer-infused body recovers quickly, tackling me, locking our bodies together when I hear the familiar pop of Caitlyn’s rifle. Jinx stares at her now four-fingered hand in shock and I use her lapse in concentration to slam her against a nearby table, pinning her down with my body. “I’m glad it’s you,” she croaks as my gauntlet crushes her windpipe.

A tall, shapely, feminine silhouette appears in front of the bars. She carries a lantern. As she raises it, I recognize those perfect aquamarine eyes. “Cupcake?”

“She’s just a kid!” I scream. I’m the only thing standing between Caitlyn and what she thinks is a clean shot. The hextech gems in my gauntlet continue their colorful dance, as is the one in Caitlyn’s hextech-powered rifle. She lifts her barrel anyway and I dash forward, wrapping my fingers around her rifle and pushing it down just in time.

“Is this some kind of fucked up response to me stopping you from murdering a child, after all I’ve done for you?” I spit through gritted teeth.

“Murdering a child?” A look of utter confusion decorates Caitlyn’s face, garnished by her pink flushed cheeks, a consequence of  me calling her Cupcake. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never tried to kill anyone before.”

“Is this a fucking joke to you?”

“I… I don’t know who you think I am. We’ve never met before. I just know that you’re not supposed to be here.” 

“Stop fucking with me. I wanted to finish Jinx just as much as you did, but I’m not going to kill some innocent kid. There are lines that I won’t cross.” I turn my back to her, but she doesn’t leave me alone.

“Jinx?” She asks as she turns through the ring of keys she’s holding, testing each one against my cell’s lock.

An overpowering flash of neon blue light emerges from Caitlyn’s rifle, and an equally luminescent purple light radiates from my gauntlet. A powerful blast of energy launches me backwards, sending me a dozen feet into the air. I curl up into a ball, preparing for a painful landing, but I feel nothing. I blink my eyes open, unfurling my body only to see myself floating in the air, surrounded by some kind of glowing, fleshy orb. Time seems to freeze. Jinx, Caitlyn, Isha, and Sevika move in slow motion. Caitlyn’s shouting something at me that I can’t hear. I turn to face Jinx and even she looks terrified and perplexed. Then, suddenly, they're all gone. A flash of white and suddenly I wake up surrounded by four cold walls.

I struggle to make sense of everything Caitlyn explained to me. She kept talking about a job gone wrong, an explosion, and the enforcers finding my body, declaring me dead before somehow, against all odds, I woke up. It all reeked of bullshit to me, but she insisted that she had never met me before.

Everything feels surreal as I walk from Piltover to Zaun, wearing the black hoodie and gray sweatpants Caitlyn provided me. The Bridge of Progress is no longer a militarized border between the two warring cities but a peaceful and bustling street market, with vendors and customers from topside and the undercity. There was no sign of Ambessa or any Noxian presence. There was no mention of Jinx, of the war, of the attack on the council, of shimmer, or even of hextech.

Then I see it. Home. The Last Drop. Exactly as it used to be before everything went to shit. Lively, cozy, and simple. I pull my hood up, still on high alert. My brain feels fuzzy, flooded with memories, both good and bad. I walk up to the bar’s front door, but can’t muster up the courage to enter. Overwhelmed, I rush off to a nearby alley, sneaking into a nearby air duct to where Powder used to keep her lab.

It looks so different yet so familiar. Her erratic art style covers the walls of her lab, but they don’t share the same rage that made Jinx’s graffiti so distinguishable. No, they looked like the kind of work my sister made when she was much younger, before she ever met Silco. But it’s a shrine, hidden near the back of the lab, that really catches my attention. Upon first glance I spot several drawings and paintings of me when I was younger. Before I have time to take a closer look I hear the pitter-patter of light footsteps behind me. The hair on my neck rises when I hear my sister’s distinct, raspy voice.

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Hello! After rewatching Arcane season 2 for the fifth time, I simply haven’t been able to get enough of Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx. With this prompt I’m hoping to rewrite the story of Arcane Season 2. Like many of you, I absolutely fell in love with the alternate universe version of Powder! In this roleplay, instead of Ekko and Heimerdinger, it’s Vi that gets sent to the alternate universe! And, unlike in the show, Vi doesn’t die in this alternate universe - her family only thinks she did.

The prompt above is just a little writing sample, as well as an explanation for what causes Vi to end up in the hexcore's alternate universe instead of Ekko. I wrote it from Vi’s perspective in the first person, but whether we use third or first person doesn’t matter too much to me.

My priority for this roleplay is a love story between Vi and AU!Powder. But, that doesn’t mean I don’t want Caitlyn to be involved! In an ideal roleplay they’d end up as a throuple, since I don’t imagine Vi would give up on Cupcake that easily, but that’s by no means required. A roleplay between only Vi and Powder would satisfy me just as well.

I don’t want to dictate the plot of the roleplay right now either - I’d love for us to spend some time hashing out the details to ensure we both enjoy it to the fullest extent possible! However, I am expecting this to be a long-term roleplay. In an ideal world, we’d play out Vi’s time in the AU, and then bring her back to her original universe and continue from there! 

In terms of kinks and what I expect from my partners, take a look at my DPP Profile, pinned on my Reddit page. It goes over my roleplay preferences and gives you a good sense of what I find exciting! One kink I’ll mention specifically is breeding. If one of our characters ends up being a futa (and I do prefer Vi being the futa here), I’d absolutely love for there to be heavy themes of impregnation, breeding, and pregnancy sex. 

Where we start the roleplay really depends on what we end up discussing. In an ideal world, I would play Vi, you would play Jinx, we would share control of Caitlyn, and both narrate the world around us as fits. If you want to control both Jinx and Caitlyn, I’m all for that. And if you’d like me to control both Vi and Caitlyn, I’m all for that too! 

If you’re interested, please send me a DM! Let me know your thoughts on the roleplay, whether you’d like to include Caitlyn or not, your preference for how we control other characters, and your kinks/limits.

If you have any questions, I’m all ears! If you aren’t a fan of the prompt but are a fan of me (thank you very much), and some of my past prompts interest you, or you simply want to reach out with an idea of your own, please send me a message too!

I'll leave an extra special message right at the end here too noting that I'm interested in a lot of different arcane pairings, too! Just come at me with your ideas, I'm all ears.

Can’t wait to hear from you!

(Warning! Arcane Season 2 Spoilers ahead!)

There she is, perched on a ledge, watching me like a hawk. My sister, Powder, the only reason I survived all those years behind bars in Stillwater, was long gone. In her hands was some kind of weapon. A gun with three barrels. I flex my gauntlets, the mechanical fingers whirring as the hextech gemstones power up, casting a faint blue glow around me. She leaps from her perch, swinging her gun around as she lands. I barely have time to kick up a piece of sheet metal to use as a shield before her rain of bullets begins to pelt me. The moment there’s a break in her onslaught of shrapnel to heave myself into the air I thrust the hunk of metal at her, using the hextech powered thrusters on my gauntlet to launch myself in the air.

I wake up to four cold, dark walls. My back aches in a way that feels much too familiar. Beneath me are the tattered remains of a thin wool blanket – a pitiful excuse of a bed but the only thing protecting me from the rough and unforgiving concrete floor. I can hear the sound of keys jingling in the distance, growing ever closer.

My gauntlets crush Jinx’s metal minigun before tearing it in half. The hextech gems flash bright blue and purple colors, imbued with an energy I’ve never seen before. My fist barrels directly at Jinx’s face when suddenly the gauntlet veers sharply to the left, leaving a small crater in the floor.

Heels clop against the floor. I’d been shrouded in pure darkness, but as the footsteps grow closer, a dim light begins to shine through the metal bars of my cell. It’s barely enough for me to see my hands but it still feels blinding. Stillwater.

My next punch lands, propelling Jinx into the wall behind her. Her shimmer-infused body recovers quickly, tackling me, locking our bodies together when I hear the familiar pop of Caitlyn’s rifle. Jinx stares at her now four-fingered hand in shock and I use her lapse in concentration to slam her against a nearby table, pinning her down with my body. “I’m glad it’s you,” she croaks as my gauntlet crushes her windpipe.

A tall, shapely, feminine silhouette appears in front of the bars. She carries a lantern. As she raises it, I recognize those perfect aquamarine eyes. “Cupcake?”

“She’s just a kid!” I scream. I’m the only thing standing between Caitlyn and what she thinks is a clean shot. The hextech gems in my gauntlet continue their colorful dance, as is the one in Caitlyn’s hextech-powered rifle. She lifts her barrel anyway and I dash forward, wrapping my fingers around her rifle and pushing it down just in time.

“Is this some kind of fucked up response to me stopping you from murdering a child, after all I’ve done for you?” I spit through gritted teeth.

“Murdering a child?” A look of utter confusion decorates Caitlyn’s face, garnished by her pink flushed cheeks, a consequence of  me calling her Cupcake. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never tried to kill anyone before.”

“Is this a fucking joke to you?”

“I… I don’t know who you think I am. We’ve never met before. I just know that you’re not supposed to be here.” 

“Stop fucking with me. I wanted to finish Jinx just as much as you did, but I’m not going to kill some innocent kid. There are lines that I won’t cross.” I turn my back to her, but she doesn’t leave me alone.

“Jinx?” She asks as she turns through the ring of keys she’s holding, testing each one against my cell’s lock.

An overpowering flash of neon blue light emerges from Caitlyn’s rifle, and an equally luminescent purple light radiates from my gauntlet. A powerful blast of energy launches me backwards, sending me a dozen feet into the air. I curl up into a ball, preparing for a painful landing, but I feel nothing. I blink my eyes open, unfurling my body only to see myself floating in the air, surrounded by some kind of glowing, fleshy orb. Time seems to freeze. Jinx, Caitlyn, Isha, and Sevika move in slow motion. Caitlyn’s shouting something at me that I can’t hear. I turn to face Jinx and even she looks terrified and perplexed. Then, suddenly, they're all gone. A flash of white and suddenly I wake up surrounded by four cold walls.

I struggle to make sense of everything Caitlyn explained to me. She kept talking about a job gone wrong, an explosion, and the enforcers finding my body, declaring me dead before somehow, against all odds, I woke up. It all reeked of bullshit to me, but she insisted that she had never met me before.

Everything feels surreal as I walk from Piltover to Zaun, wearing the black hoodie and gray sweatpants Caitlyn provided me. The Bridge of Progress is no longer a militarized border between the two warring cities but a peaceful and bustling street market, with vendors and customers from topside and the undercity. There was no sign of Ambessa or any Noxian presence. There was no mention of Jinx, of the war, of the attack on the council, of shimmer, or even of hextech.

Then I see it. Home. The Last Drop. Exactly as it used to be before everything went to shit. Lively, cozy, and simple. I pull my hood up, still on high alert. My brain feels fuzzy, flooded with memories, both good and bad. I walk up to the bar’s front door, but can’t muster up the courage to enter. Overwhelmed, I rush off to a nearby alley, sneaking into a nearby air duct to where Powder used to keep her lab.

It looks so different yet so familiar. Her erratic art style covers the walls of her lab, but they don’t share the same rage that made Jinx’s graffiti so distinguishable. No, they looked like the kind of work my sister made when she was much younger, before she ever met Silco. But it’s a shrine, hidden near the back of the lab, that really catches my attention. Upon first glance I spot several drawings and paintings of me when I was younger. Before I have time to take a closer look I hear the pitter-patter of light footsteps behind me. The hair on my neck rises when I hear my sister’s distinct, raspy voice.

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Hello! After rewatching Arcane season 2 for the fifth time, I simply haven’t been able to get enough of Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx. With this prompt I’m hoping to rewrite the story of Arcane Season 2. Like many of you, I absolutely fell in love with the alternate universe version of Powder! In this roleplay, instead of Ekko and Heimerdinger, it’s Vi that gets sent to the alternate universe! And, unlike in the show, Vi doesn’t die in this alternate universe - her family only thinks she did.

The prompt above is just a little writing sample, as well as an explanation for what causes Vi to end up in the hexcore's alternate universe instead of Ekko. I wrote it from Vi’s perspective in the first person, but whether we use third or first person doesn’t matter too much to me.

My priority for this roleplay is a love story between Vi and AU!Powder. But, that doesn’t mean I don’t want Caitlyn to be involved! In an ideal roleplay they’d end up as a throuple, since I don’t imagine Vi would give up on Cupcake that easily, but that’s by no means required. A roleplay between only Vi and Powder would satisfy me just as well.

I don’t want to dictate the plot of the roleplay right now either - I’d love for us to spend some time hashing out the details to ensure we both enjoy it to the fullest extent possible! However, I am expecting this to be a long-term roleplay. In an ideal world, we’d play out Vi’s time in the AU, and then bring her back to her original universe and continue from there! 

In terms of kinks and what I expect from my partners, take a look at my DPP Profile, pinned on my Reddit page. It goes over my roleplay preferences and gives you a good sense of what I find exciting! One kink I’ll mention specifically is breeding. If one of our characters ends up being a futa (and I do prefer Vi being the futa here), I’d absolutely love for there to be heavy themes of impregnation, breeding, and pregnancy sex. 

Where we start the roleplay really depends on what we end up discussing. In an ideal world, I would play Vi, you would play Jinx, we would share control of Caitlyn, and both narrate the world around us as fits. If you want to control both Jinx and Caitlyn, I’m all for that. And if you’d like me to control both Vi and Caitlyn, I’m all for that too! 

If you’re interested, please send me a DM! Let me know your thoughts on the roleplay, whether you’d like to include Caitlyn or not, your preference for how we control other characters, and your kinks/limits.

If you have any questions, I’m all ears! If you aren’t a fan of the prompt but are a fan of me (thank you very much), and some of my past prompts interest you, or you simply want to reach out with an idea of your own, please send me a message too!

I'll leave an extra special message right at the end here too noting that I'm interested in a lot of different arcane pairings, too! Just come at me with your ideas, I'm all ears.

Can’t wait to hear from you!