**If you’d be Duncan Vizla for me, I’d love you forever.

the Question: Won’t the real Discord Daddies please stand up (please stand up, please stand up)?

So, I've been playin' this roleplay thing for a while now. And I'm a dd/lg girl. Shameless, in fact. It's why I look 18, and I'm actually 29. (But don't tell anyone. I’m almost thirty and terrified, but I get asked if I’m supposed to be in school on the daily, so I’ll keep riding that wave.)

But ya'll, Reddit Daddies have been lettin' me down. Like there's one that asks me every day if I took my medicine and asks about my chronic pain, but the rest of 'em... seriously. Even send me stuff they're not happy with just for funsies.

So I'm lookin' for the real ones.

That's where you come in.

Perhaps we just casually chat and you care about your little that way. Or perhaps, it's a full blown ddlg experience? Or perhaps it's somewhere in the middle? Open for discussion. This starter features a hardened assassin character, softened by his babygirl, a young, sassy spitfire assassin, trained in the art of flirtation and seduction, but I’m willing to discuss different things!

the Sampler:

Duncan looked over at his Babygirl, his heart dropping into his stomach. She looked so pale and fragile. He should have gone on that job by himself, but she was just so cute with her sparkling almond eyes, perfect glossy lips curved up into a pretty pout, her pleading little voice, begging him to let her go and play with the machine guns, that he relented.

That pretty girl was now grey in the face, losing color, losing blood, and losing consciousness. “I need you to stay awake for me, Babygirl, Duncan pleaded. He was her Daddy. She was his babygirl. He was supposed to protect her from harm like this. He unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the passenger side door as gently as he could overtop of her weak body. He carried her into the hospital in his strong arms, throwing his coldest, assassin scowl toward anyone that was in his way. He needed to get his Babygirl taken care of. Fast.

“Patient’s name and date of birth? “Crucible Moray. She’s 29. 03/22/1994,” the gruff, fifty-year old spit out. “She’s been shot. I need a team immediately. Duncan, being a millionaire, had consulted this high-end private hospital just for his babygirl, so she would be receiving the best of the best treatment. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, as he looked at her fighting to keep her eyes open. “That’s it. That’s it, Babygirl,” Duncan urged. “Fight for me. Fight for Daddy. I can’t lose you.”

He’s a cold hearted assassin, killing anyone on his hitlist without a second thought. But her. Crucible. His babygirl. He runs his fingers through her long silky hair. “That’s it, Babygirl. Just keep your eyes open, and focus on me. Look into my eyes,” he ordered, his hazel eyes boring into her espresso almond ones. “Daddy’s proud of you, Babygirl, he chokes out, his voice raspy from smoking cigarettes, seeming more like a caring, sweet and devoted lover than a hardened criminal assassin. But that was what she did to him. Crucible leaned up into his touch, fighting to stay awake, the smell of leather, the warm citrus of his cologne, mixed with the sharp smoky smell of tobacco. “Daddy… I’m trying but I—“

“I know, Babygirl. Just focus on me. Focus on me, and keep fighting. Don’t you dare die on me, Babygirl.”

the Author: Hey, friends! Hello! Nice to meet you. Call me Cru. I'm 29, live in EST, and write on lots of different platforms--up to about 3-6 paragraphs--maybe more, maybe less! If you write more or less, that's amazing! I do live with chronic pain, though, so that can make things a little less fun. I take naps throughout the day, but am available to write day or night! I do prefer to write on Discord.

Open Prompts:

• The Perfect Patient: A role based on the 2013 series, Hannibal, with Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen.