u/Bunny-Layla

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Luna was a deeply unmotivated, mediocre young woman, stuck in a dead end job at the local firm she'd been a part of ever since freshman year of college, engaging with the office gossip and the common pervy comments of her male coworkers at arms' length, too mentally exhausted to find much meaning in getting emotionally invested, be it via anger, disgust or something else.

Come home, cook herself something quick, watch an episode of a random show and head over to bed. Rinse and repeat for the foreseeable future, a fate she wouldn't have wished on her worst enemy. Yet it was soon that Luna's life would come to change, after agreeing to go on a date with a particular older man. Was it her boss, having treated it as an opportunity to beg for a manager position or at least a salary increase? One of her previous teachers, looking to reconnect with his past student? A family friend or even just a chance encounter?

Either way, he will be tasked with reinvigorating the life of this lonely, apathetic woman, through more ways than one. The details of his proposed contract are yours to create, but do not view Luna as simply requiring some half-witted BDSM romp to cure her depression. Sex is an important factor, both to make her feel wanted and to keep up self-esteem, but she would never settle for boors who see her as nothing but a set of holes.

Enrapture. Seduce. Conquer. That's the essence of a Daddy, and exactly the kind of man that could fix her.

Outside of this frivolous retelling, the prompt remains highly open. Fantasy elements, sci-fi, various anime or game fandoms are appreciated and in some cases may give you a slight edge in convincing me to write with you. Pique my interest, and you'll find out that Luna is hardly a limp starfish or a tradwife that's only good for dress-up. Rock her world and she'll rock yours in return, in all the ways only a woman could.

I would prefer not to write with anyone over 32 or under 20, but the character ages are (within reason and legality) open to discussion. Bring me some hunky werewolf and I'll let him even be 50 if you wish. This equally applies to if you wish Luna to be some innocent freshman/straight out of college flower, or a somewhat disheveled, mature gem in the dust.

Limits include scat, gore, vore, underage, filth based kinks, violence (Not to be confused with sadism or painplay), ugly characters, "dad-bod" characters, characters that fall flat and body hair/facial hair (Unless again, you wish to be a werewolf or something similarly fluffy and muscled~)

Looking forward to your replies 💋

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After the previous iterations of Love Live!, the suits behind this popular franchise noticed a pattern which could lead to increased revenue, coupled with all of their previous talents having graduated a long time ago, there were virtually no ramifications which could stop the creation of the brand new group made up of past Idols, Love Live! Squirt.

Sex sells, and interweaving such carnal acts into performances was going to be the key to this generation's success up on the stage. The suits were looking for someone who could work them in seamlessly, specifically avoiding any brash implementation such as simply having the girls fuck mid-song.

A truly inspiring performance needed something more subtle, yet the ones up top couldn't decide on anything by themselves besides pole dancing. You were the mastermind, it was your job to figure it out. And in-between concerts? Besides the attractive salary, the contract stipulated fully open benefits towards any of the new group's talents.

In fact, such debauchery was encouraged, as the suits believed it would greatly help the group's motivation towards turning each new performance into a titillatingly erotic show.

You, manager, must simply tell them who you are, what your plan is for the group, and if you're familiar with previous Love Live! generations, mention some off the top talents which you may be interested in bringing to Squirt.

Limits are scat, gore, vore, underage, excessive violence, filth-based kinks, hairy characters, ugly characters.

(And for a millionth time, three sentence-or less responses will be promptly ignored. Those who put in the effort to charm me are guaranteed to get something in return 💋)

After the previous iterations of Love Live!, the suits behind this popular franchise noticed a pattern which could lead to increased revenue, coupled with all of their previous talents having graduated a long time ago, there were virtually no ramifications which could stop the creation of the brand new group made up of past Idols, Love Live! Squirt.

Sex sells, and interweaving such carnal acts into performances was going to be the key to this generation's success up on the stage. The suits were looking for someone who could work them in seamlessly, specifically avoiding any brash implementation such as simply having the girls fuck mid-song.

A truly inspiring performance needed something more subtle, yet the ones up top couldn't decide on anything by themselves besides pole dancing. You were the mastermind, it was your job to figure it out. And in-between concerts? Besides the attractive salary, the contract stipulated fully open benefits towards any of the new group's talents.

In fact, such debauchery was encouraged, as the suits believed it would greatly help the group's motivation towards turning each new performance into a titillatingly erotic show.

You, manager, must simply tell them who you are, what your plan is for the group, and if you're familiar with previous Love Live! generations, mention some off the top talents which you may be interested in bringing to Squirt.

Limits are scat, gore, vore, underage, excessive violence, filth-based kinks, hairy characters, ugly characters.

(And for a millionth time, three sentence-or less responses will be promptly ignored. Those who put in the effort to charm me are guaranteed to get something in return 💋)

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It truly was without the slightest of efforts that such girls, usually aged between 18 and 25, flocked like moths to the flame whenever witnessing a confident, no-nonsense lady in her late 40s, ignoring the red flags and most importantly, the almost ironclad control she'd began to have upon their lives.

Clothing options? Texts buzzed her phone constantly, pictures in full stature wearing anything from adorably innocent summer dresses to skimpy goth outfits meant to make even the most debauched club lose its mind. All asking for permission to wear a specific outfit, and getting prompt, lengthy, degrading critique of their choices.

Masturbation? Texts continuously came in after 8PM, all asking for nothing more than the explicit allowance to touch oneself and cum. Another wave of condescending, sweet as poison degradation left most of them sobbing, some cumming, and a lucky handful doing both things at the same time.

Ah, how they craved that heavyhanded love. Each jumping at any opportunity to distinguish themselves from the dozen other faceless pets she'd been collecting, jealousy, hatred and competition stirring, earning them ire and punishment which they'd been subconsciously craving.

It was so clear that they all wished nothing more but to be toys to a seductive older woman. The simplicity of such carnal desires made them even easier to control. In return, that control only made all of them cum harder, knowing that once the mature Mistress stuck her fangs within them, they would be forever wrapped around her finger, suckling that intoxicating poison, and hoping that tonight, one of them would be the lucky star, invited over to serve as physical entertainment for their shared queen.

Incest fantasies, humiliation, pain, forbidden orifices, orientation play and many more fantasies floated around, the Mistress willing to do everything for her beloved, toxic pets.

I'm looking for a chat which could hopefully evolve into an eventual roleplay with a lucky few. The only thing that matters is that you're one of those desperate, pathetic little toys. Tell me why you crave the toxic embrace of an older woman, and why you'd give up everything short of (or even included) your soul to her.

Limits are underage, scat, gore, vore, filth-based fetishes, excessive violence like punching.

Otherwise, the Mistress doesn't judge. She simply listens, and makes your kinks worse.

Looking forward to your replies 💋

It truly was without the slightest of efforts that such girls, usually aged between 18 and 25, flocked like moths to the flame whenever witnessing a confident, no-nonsense lady in her late 40s, ignoring the red flags and most importantly, the almost ironclad control she'd began to have upon their lives.

Clothing options? Texts buzzed her phone constantly, pictures in full stature wearing anything from adorably innocent summer dresses to skimpy goth outfits meant to make even the most debauched club lose its mind. All asking for permission to wear a specific outfit, and getting prompt, lengthy, degrading critique of their choices.

Masturbation? Texts continuously came in after 8PM, all asking for nothing more than the explicit allowance to touch oneself and cum. Another wave of condescending, sweet as poison degradation left most of them sobbing, some cumming, and a lucky handful doing both things at the same time.

Ah, how they craved that heavyhanded love. Each jumping at any opportunity to distinguish themselves from the dozen other faceless pets she'd been collecting, jealousy, hatred and competition stirring, earning them ire and punishment which they'd been subconsciously craving.

It was so clear that they all wished nothing more but to be toys to a seductive older woman. The simplicity of such carnal desires made them even easier to control. In return, that control only made all of them cum harder, knowing that once the mature Mistress stuck her fangs within them, they would be forever wrapped around her finger, suckling that intoxicating poison, and hoping that tonight, one of them would be the lucky star, invited over to serve as physical entertainment for their shared queen.

Incest fantasies, humiliation, pain, forbidden orifices, orientation play and many more fantasies floated around, the Mistress willing to do everything for her beloved, toxic pets.

I'm looking for a chat which could hopefully evolve into an eventual roleplay with a lucky few. The only thing that matters is that you're one of those desperate, pathetic little toys. Tell me why you crave the toxic embrace of an older woman, and why you'd give up everything short of (or even included) your soul to her.

Limits are underage, scat, gore, vore, filth-based fetishes, excessive violence like punching.

Otherwise, the Mistress doesn't judge. She simply listens, and makes your kinks worse.

Looking forward to your replies 💋