Hi there! The title is pretty self-explanatory, but I'm F seeking another F to do a hopefully long-term vampire roleplay with. I'd like to write sub with some switchy scenes, so I am looking for someone comfortable with writing as the more sexually dominant partner for this role, which I will post below. However, I am very open to changes and adjustments to it, as well as any different role ideas you may have. As long as this post is up the role is open and you can feel free to message or chat with me.

I've been role-playing for a while now, but I've been limited to another (extremely shit) app and this is my first try role-playing on Reddit, so sorry if this is formatted wrong or anything. I've also dabbled in a litttle scriptwriting before, but struggled with it far more than basic role-playing.

But back to the point. I'd like to write as a vampiric character who tends to pick people up from bars and take them back as a meal. Her usual routine is that she chooses those she expects will not put up too much of a fuss during the ordeal and will be easier to make forget afterwards. Although she finds it dreary, it keeps her going, and so she doesn't deviate from this habit until your character throws her in for a bit of a surprise. I have a character description and starter already written up that I can send if you are interested. The following is the general jist of the role and the vibe I'm going for, and a small demonstration of my writing. Again, sorry if this isn't up to scratch for what people write over here or is formatted incorrectly, etc.

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I kiss along your jaw, tender and precise in the path I take to reach your neck, as always. I find my lips lingering above your artery for a few moments, but I move on, knowing we'd get to that eventually. We always did, and that was the nature of our arrangement. Your grip on my hair tightens as I continue to move downwards, your subtle and silent way of indicating it was time for me to stop. I follow the movements of your hand, pulling back from your skin and meeting your stern gaze. I feel a rush as I sink to my knees, eagerly awaiting whatever you have in store for us this time.

Our arrangement had started after we'd met at a bar and shared a few drinks. You looked unassuming, not someone who'd be particularly against just letting me get on with my meal. You'd been more than happy to accompany me to my home, where I had plans to simply drain you of your blood and be done with it. But to my surprise, you weren't as interested in being a doormat as I'd assumed. Instead, you were more interested in taking control, leaving me rather taken aback and unsure of how to go about soliciting a drink when I'm on my knees, so I simply asked. Despite the ridiculousness of my request and your disbelief, you indulge me, and realise the situation is real. You suggest the arrangement of regularly providing blood, but you hold the power within our meetings.