I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Hey there fellow Vampire Lover!
I'm looking to do a long term vampire rp involving a vampire hunter and someone he knew who has turned into one of the undead. Whether you are a former lover, a childhood friend, or even another hunter, I'm hoping for your character to become a corrupted version of themselves, preying on both the emotions and blood of this heart stricken hunter. At the bottom is a reference of my writing and a starter to this plot!
This plot will have themes of vampirism, hypnosis, gaslighting, corruption, and femdom. However, I'm not looking for a "Mommy" type femdom, but rather a seductive, feminine-energy, switchy-femdom. My character is a dominant personality that is to fall to your seductive lure.
I have many more ideas and I'm open to what you have in mind! Also, this is not a first come first serve, so please put your best foot forward. Extra points if you have a ref of your writing!
Additionally, I only rp in first person, unless the situation calls for it, and I write at minimum 2 paragraphs, but usually much more. If any of the catches your eyes my dear, then look into mine and say "Please invite me in!"
My kinks are: Vampires, demons, Power dynamics, Master-slave, dub-con/hypnosis, corruption/transformation, betrayals, marks and tattoos, bites, body worship, giving cunnilingus, restraints, evil women, snuff+vampiric resurrection
Limits: futa, incest, scat, rimming, pegging, feminization, mxm, femboys, empty/private accounts, etc.
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A puff of warm smoke drifts from my lips as I walk through the darkness. Only the moon’s pale rays, the soft glow of my cigarette, and scattered streetlights guide me between row after row of tombstones. It had only been a week. Yet it takes just one night for your life to shatter forever.
This victory, this pyrrhic victory, how it gnaws at my soul. To think that despite having fallen to my blade, that man... no, that monster... to think he took the one thing that made life worth living from me. And I wasn't fast enough to stop him. Those foul creatures took my family from me years ago. And now... they've taken you from me.
A tear gathers at the corner of my eye as memories of your gentle nature and playful spirit flood back. I watched you grow sicker with each passing day. If only I had been one day faster—one evening, one hour quicker—you might still be here beside me. Instead, I was forced to watch you be lowered into the ground, knowing I would never see your face or hear your voice again.
I lift the bottle of hard spirits to my lips with one hand and take a long swig of the numbing poison. In the other, I clutch a wooden stake still dusted with fresh vampire ash. I shouldn’t be hunting these abominations in my current state. I could end up dead… or worse—one of them. Doomed to wander this world without you for eternity. A hell I couldn’t bear. If I turned, I would have to end myself just to be with you again. But would I even still be me?
With you gone, part of me wishes it would all end. That we could be reunited, so I could finally tell you how I’ve always truly felt. To hold your hand once more. To wake up and realize this was only a nightmare, and we could spend the rest of our days together.
But I know that will never happen.
So instead, I hunt them. I chase a quick death while taking as many of the bastards with me as I can. It’s the least I can do for failing the person who meant the most to me.
Soon I reach your grave. I sigh deeply, fighting to hold back the storm of emotions. That’s when I see her. A woman sitting in the shadows… right on your grave.
“Hey!” I snap, anger and confusion rising. “You can’t sit there! You have no right to—”
The words die in my throat. I blink once, then twice, before glancing down at my bottle. The light is dim, but I couldn't be mistaken... it was you.