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sire and sired meme: remade

sire and sired
There's nothing like the bond between a maker and their offspring. It goes beyond parent, friend, lover to a realm deeper than most humans could understand. It can encompass so many things - loyalty, love, respect, protectiveness and it certainly isn't unheard of to include sex in with it all.

As a sire, you will most likely feel the urge to protect and teach what you've created. They will be your family, your blood. Vampire instinct dictates you stay with your offspring until you feel they are able to make it on their own.

Some never part.

As an offspring, you may feel slighted if they turned you against your choice or you may feel profound respect. You may love them anyway, even if the choice to be changed wasn't yours. In some tales, a created vampire will always love their maker and look at them with nothing but utter respect. They will be under their maker's control, perhaps never regaining their freedom.

Not all sires and sired have the perfect relationship, however. For reasons so varied, sires might not feel any bond towards their offspring, may grow to resent the burden or whatever forced them into creating them. Sired vampires may resent their makers for not giving them a choice, for taking them away from their family.

Now the question is, what will your relationship be like?

Warning: possible triggers, sex and violence are contained in this meme. it could also contain references to dubcon/noncon in certain prompts.

instructions:
1. Comment with your character, series, preferences and whether they will be sire or sired. You may also roll on a thread by thead basis.
2. Roll a number between 1-6 with RNG for a type and then 1-6 again to decide which prompt to follow. You may also create your own scenario.
3. Reply to others and play to your heart's content.
4. Respect others, don't cause wank.

prompts:

freshly made
1. the beginning | you're about to make an offer they can't (or won't) refuse. you want a companion, they were sick, they were dying and you couldn't stand to see it happen. they're a friend, a lover, someone you just think would make a good companion. maybe you just want to be a sire and experience that joy.
2. the awakening | the first night awakening with new eyes. how does it feel? is it joyous, confusing, terrifying or infuriating? how do you look at your maker? be prepared to spend time adjusting to your newfound senses.
3. first feed | it's time that the sired takes their first taste of actual blood. is it done willingly? is it a desperate hunger that they just can't ignore? or did you have blood waiting for them or special rules they need to follow before they feed? now would be the time to tell them.
4. mentor | while maybe not their actual sire, you are the closest they've got. just because you don't have a blood bond doesn't mean you don't care about them as much as your own and you need them to understand that.
5. settling in | things are radically different than they were before for both the sire and the sired. it's time to seek a little comfort in each other, soothe any discomfort and get a feel for your new bond.
6. first rest | it's your first day's rest and you want to spend it wth your sire. do they accept you with open arms, wait with you? do they insist you go it alone? and whatever their answer, it's also important how the sired accepts it and what they think of it.

old hands
1. prey | you've found your prey, either willing or not, for the night and the hunger is kicking in. do you share it? is it every vampire for him(or her)self?
2. hiding | you've both reached a point in your life where it's important to blend in with humans, either out of necessity or want. how are both of you handling it? is it a joint desire or is one simply being made to follow along?
3. moving | something has happened and you need to move on, fast. how do you feel about leaving your home and everything behind? were you really ready for it?
4. dedication | show your dediction to each other in any way possible. you need to know that you are family, you need to reaffirm that bond between you.
5. change | things are changing between you, for better or worse. it's subtle or outright apparent to one or both of you. the question is how you handle it and if it can be worked out.
6. release | every parent, friend or lover knows when it is time to let go. do they want it or is it you? is it the sign of the sired growing up to a mature, capable vampire or have you just grown tired of dealing with them? do they leave as soon as they get a taste of freedom or choose to stay?

angst
1. hunted down | there are hunters after one or both of you. it is up to you to decide whether you stand your ground or you run. do you want to give in to their desire to kill you? do you want to do anything to keep your maker or your child safe?
2. tortured | there are those who enjoy to torture that which they don't understand, either out of malice or personal gain. have you found your companion yet and will they ever be the same again?
3. injured | one or both of you have been injured in a way that will not heal without blood and time to mend. how do you possibly deal with the vulnerability?
4. break | there is something broken in your bond, anger building between you and discontent whether you are aware of it or not. is there anything like your sire being ashamed of creating you? or your own offspring hating you?
5. resentment | one or neither of you wanted this and the resentment just grows more each day. can it be worked out or is there anything anyone can do to patch this up? is there any guilt for what you've inflicted on the other that you need to express?
6. the ending | it's time to meet the long sleep, to meet the sun and put an end to a very long, very difficult life. do you meet it together? do you send one of them away?

crime and punishment
1. disobeyed | your offspring disobewed and they must be punished for it. in what way will you choose and does it pain you to do so? how does it feel for your offspring to know they let you down?
2. higher power | it goes beyond a dispute between sire and sired this time and higher authorities are demanding punishment. how severe will it be? will you two ever see each other again?
3. murderer | one or both of you killed another vampire or a human deemed offlimits. how will you handle this? and what punishment awaits you?
4. animal | insanity can settle in over time, causing one to act in a way that they would never have thought possible. how do you handle this?
5. betrayal | you have betrayed your maker or your child in the worst way possible. do you confess or do they already know? how do you move past this?
6. secrets | there are dark secrets between the both of you. how do you deal with it and is it something that will sting deeply?

soft
1. gift | you have brought a special gift, for a special occasion or just because. you want to please the other in every way you can, maybe just to spoil them a little bit.
2. confession | you love each other, but you need to tell them just how deeply and in what ways.
3. staying | even though you have been told you can go, released, you are choosing to stay and you need them to understand just why.
4. forgiveness | you have fought and hurt each other, but it is time to show some forgiveness. what is done is in the past and it's time to move on.
5. comfort | it has been a long, trying time and it is time to seek comfort in the only one that you can, in whatever ways you will be able.
6. sharing | sharing each other's blood is an intimate experience, personal. you need that closeness right now, that even deeper connection.

smut
1. first time | it's the first time for you together ever or since turning. maybe one of you was a virgin in life and now you have to deal with that situation in death. is it special? terrifying? something that has been building for far too long?
2. mine | possessive, jealous. you need them to know who they belong to and just how much you need them.
3. owed | your sired owes you this, whether they want it or not. with you or with whomever you say. maybe your sired is forcing you into this, twisting that bond to make you bend to their will.
4. kinky | the best part of being undead? you don't have to worry about things like breathing or injuries. you can be as kinky or as rough as you want to be. experiment a little!
5. shared | you are being shared with another vampire or are being asked to share what's yours. how do you react? is it something that you both want anyway?
6. worship | as a maker or child, it is your duty to show how much you worship the other entirely, how much you want them.

This meme was adapted from the original posted here. all credit goes to the original meme maker.

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[ She won't need him to stop her, she vows. Deanna had spent her whole (mortal) life helping people - she's not about to start hurting them now. But she's not looking forward to suffering through the hunger, either.

She glances towards the curtained window, longingly...but it's too soon. Even if it wasn't bright, painful daylight out there, she doesn't trust herself around living people and beating hearts. Not yet. ]

That kinda limits things.

[ Deanna glances up at him as he moves to join her, shifting slightly to make room - and she doesn't look away. Benny. He's been her friend, her ally, and now, he's so much more. Her sire. Her everything. She goes still, looking at him, eyes going wide and dark, and she stares. Benny's as dead as she is now, no breath in his lungs or blood running through his veins, but he still seems so vital, his presence there beside her so terribly intense, and she doesn't think at all as she moves towards him, her lips closing over his. Benny must have fed recently too - she can taste the coppery blood still in his mouth, and she kisses eagerly, thirstily, as if to claim it and him for her own. ]

Yeah, well--

[And whatever he'd been about to say was forgotten under her look and then the press of her lips to his. His arms instinctively come around her to pull her closer. It's a surprise, but it's not exactly unpleasant. She's important to him and damn if he doesn't owe her a lot really.

And really, he knows what it's like when you're first turned, how your maker is literally everything that's important to you. That's about the only thing that gets him to pause the hungry kiss, draw away enough to meet her eyes.]

Whoa, settle down... [He murmurs the words as one of his hands smooths up her back, keeps her close. He should back off, but there's really been no one else that's got his attention like this, not since Andrea. He can't help but crave the touch, crave as much as she'll give him.

He tilts his head to nuzzle underneath her jaw before he lets his lips pass over where the pulse point used to be before he gives a light nip.]

You sure about this?

[ He doesn't push her away, and that's something. Deanna kisses back, exposes her neck obligingly to his mouth - just the way she had the night before, only this time the only bite he gives her is a playful one.

He's asking, and she owes it to him to think about her answer, even if her body is whispering yes, more, now. Deanna draws back enough to look at him, studying his face. ]

Yes.

[ They've been through so much together - things that Sam and even Cas could never understand, and now - now they understand each other better than ever. The hunger. The exile from her old life. The way this new one stretches out in front of her, eternal. There's nothing she can fear now that Benny can't relate to, and face with her.

She clutches at his shirt, nuzzles her cheek against the rough stubble of his beard. ]

I - I need somethin', Benny.

[She's honest. He can tell when she's being honest, he wants to think... and he'd also like to think he's not given her a reason to not want to tell him the truth, whatever it is. No sense in lying to each other, not when they got so much about each other.

They understood each other so much better now and he should probably feel back there's a part of him that's oddly kinda relieved about it.

His hands rub up over her back as she nuzzles into him and he turns his face into the crook of her neck, kissing at the cool skin there lightly.]

You got whatever you want.

[ Except it's not true. Not really. What Deanna wants - what she wants is for everything to be normal again, for everyone to be safe. She wants to be human again, for Sam to be human, for both of them to be alive and well and not in danger.

But it's far too late for any of that.

It's not what Benny means, anyway, and she knows it. He can't offer those things, and she doesn't expect him to be able to. What he is offering - well, it isn't nothing. It's everything he can offer, everything that's in his power to give her, and Deanna chokes on a breath she doesn't technically need, the sound just visible as she tightens her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. ]

I know.

[ She opens her eyes to see him, and she shouldn't be able to see him this well in the dim light of the room, the blue of his eyes and the stubble on his jaw, but there he is. Deanna looks at him a moment longer, quiet. He's very close. If he were human, she'd be able to hear him breathing, feel his heart beating against her, but -

If he were human. ]

Benny, you sure about this?

[Benny never expected for this to get so serious when he found her down in Purgatory. She was gonna be his human ticket out of there so he could settle unfinished business on earth, maybe try another shot at the life he'd had before his head was cut off. He hadn't been able to have anything resembling that life in the end, but what he got out of it...

It was more than he could really say.

This thing between them was important to him. He would give her whatever was in his power to offer, do whatever he needed to help her because she'd done the same for him.

His hand comes up to brush through her hair, tucking it behind her ear when she asks that. He's not good at this really, talking when it's easier to deflect and keep to himself. Deanna's been the only exception for a real long time.]

'Course I'm sure. [He shifts his weight forward and nudges at her to lay back on the be.]

You got no idea how happy I am to have you with me, Deanna. [The words are simple, but honest. Deanna's presence is important. It gives him the strength to not revert back to how he was, to keep going forward even though he sure as hell doesn't feel like he fits in anywhere. He fits with Deanna though and that's the important thing.]

[ Talking through this sort of thing isn't really Deanna's forte, either. She's normally of the act first, think later school of thought, preferring to keep feelings and bedroom activities separate, but this...

This is different. It's not just that it's Benny. It's that...well, they're kind of stuck together now, for a long, long time to come. He's all she's got now, and she has just enough foresight to recognize that doing something stupid and making things awkward between them on her very first day as a vampire isn't something she wants to do.

But this doesn't feel awkward. It feels...right, Benny easing her onto her back and brushing her hair back from her face, and Deanna feels herself relax, even smile a little bit. ]

Me too, Benny.

[ It's true. She doesn't know where she'd be now without him...and if this is the way things have to be, there's no one else she'd rather have at her side than Benny.

She reaches up for him, curling her arms around his neck, and draws him down, his weight heavy over her body, kissing him deeply. ]

[Nothing's going to be awkward here. He might be the sire, but as far as anything Deanna wants? The cards are in her hands here. She could tell him when she wanted her distance, when something wasn't working... he'd respect it as much as when she'd still been human.

Might've felt more like a punch to the gut now though, but he'd figure out a way to deal with it.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be what she wanted right now. She was pulling him down and he went easily, returning the kiss. He could taste the blood lingering from where she'd fed recently and it earns a soft groan. His hand moved low enough to tug at the end of her shirt, pushing it up just enough to touch the skin underneath. She wanted more and he wanted to give it, wanted to taste and touch as much as he could.]

[ The sound of that groan goes straight to her gut, and it's a damn good thing she's already gotten his permission to do whatever, because she doesn't think she could have stopped herself now. Benny's hand is under her shirt, his fingers brushing teasingly along her skin, but it's not enough. She wants more, she wants all of it.

She wants to feel something, and prove that, if she's not alive anymore, at least she's not dead.

Deanna growls and reaches for Benny's wrist, grabbing it and shoving his hand unceremoniously further up her shirt, placing it firmly on her breast. She wraps her legs around his thighs at the same time, pulling him down against her, and kisses him hard, nearly biting. Fast and rough. She's not in the mood for slow exploration and sweet nothings right at the moment, thanks. ]

[Her kiss muffles a chuckle as she holds him tight, positions him just like she wants. He bites at her lower lip and moves his hand against the swell of her breast. He doesn't bother being soft right now, not when she's giving him every cue to speed it up. There's plenty of time to go slow and soft later... hell, they got their whole lives ahead of them.

His bite isn't hard enough to draw blood from her lower lip, but it's enough to give that pinch of pain before he draws away enough to look down at her. He doesn't bother trying to pull away when they're in a nice enough position as it is, but he does tilt his head to the side, a grin tugging at his lips.]

You wanna bite something? [Nothing compared to drinking from a human and he knew it, but he wanted to give her something more than just blood bags... and besides, he kind of just wanted the fucking feel of her teeth sinking into him. Not like she could kill him or anything.]

[ She nearly whimpers when he asks. She hadn't been gunning for that - really, she hadn't - she'd just wanted a quick fuck, something to wear her out and get her mind off things. But now that he's asking...

Deanna opens her eyes, meeting his, and the only word for the expression on her face is hungry. Sinking her teeth into Benny won't satisfy that, she knows. There's no blood pumping underneath his skin.

But it'd be something. ]

...Yes.

[He knew that hadn't been what she was asking for and they'd get to what she really wanted in a minute, but... Right now? The thought of her fangs sinking into her neck, feeding her in a way that was at least a little bit closer to what she'd really wanted was just as appealing.

He smirks a little bit.]

So, go ahead. Bite.

[ She doesn't move right away. Instead, she looks at him for a long, long moment, staring into those blue eyes. Deanna hadn't wanted to become this. She'd done it because she'd had no choice, but she'd vowed from the beginning that she wouldn't let herself become a monster.

But now...there's no denying what she is, and what she wants.

The time for tiptoeing around is over. Benny'd asked, he'd offered, and he isn't the type to have second thoughts. Deanna doesn't ask for permission again. Her gaze drops to his neck, and then she leans up, pulling him down to her and sinking her teeth into the flesh where his neck meets his shoulder.

It feels...appallingly good. Somewhere between taking the first big bite of a good burger and the satisfaction of sex, or maybe better than both. Deanna nearly sobs with relief, and sucks, greedily, mimicking the drinking of blood even though there's nothing there. ]

[He can't shake the feeling that he's damned her right along with him... he's ruined her, but he won't let her get lost to blood lust and that instinct to seek out prey, to drain them dry. He'll keep her as human as he can.

But this... this is an experience he doesn't think he'd trade for anything. The bite is sharp and maybe not quite as practiced since it's her first time, but it draws out a low moan anyway.

She can't really hurt him. There's nothing a few packs of blood from the cooler likely won't be able to fix, so he doesn't try to slow her down for the moment. He does reach up, cradle the back of her head while he rolls his body down against hers, grinding against her.

Blood and sex... they go together so damn well, it's hard to separate them sometimes. His own fangs were out, the scent blood in the air drawing out another low, rumbling noise as she feeds off him.]

[ Deanna's so intently focused on the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth, she hardly notices Benny sliding his arms around her to pull her close. It's only when he grinds down hard against her that she gasps, pleasure sparking quick and sudden as her hands clench him instinctively tighter. ]

Benny...

[ She thrusts her own hips against his, desperate and not caring. This is Benny, he won't judge her or deny her, and she wants, she needs. All of it, all of him - the taste of his blood, the feel of him inside her, every inch of his body sliding slick against her own.

Another long, greedy suck, and she finally manages to pull her head back, meeting his eyes and flicking her tongue out to lick the blood off her lips. His fangs are out, sharp and gleaming, and the sight almost makes her moan. ]

Bite me.

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[He isn't judging. Everything in him feels like it's being reduced to just this need for her, to have her any way that he can. He can feel the blood against his skin, sticky and not really warm because he's not alive, but he doesn't care.

Her request gets him to narrow his eyes, his body aching to do just that and so much more.

And she doesn't need to tell him twice because he knows Deanna. He knows she wouldn't offer unless she meant it. Leaning forward, his fangs sink into her neck as his hands come down, tugging roughly at her jeans, pulling hard enough to tear the fabric. There's too much between them and he doesn't think if some of their clothes wind up as collateral damage that she'll mind too much if it gets them both what they're craving.]

Edited 2013-11-10 23:32 (UTC)

[ She'd never in a million years have imagined herself wanting anything like this. But when Benny sinks his teeth into her, his own blood still wet on her lips, and rips the denim of her jeans apart with his bare hands, it's all Deanna can do to keep herself from screaming in satisfaction and want. He's everything she needs, all of it wrapped up in one package, and Deanna throws her head back, gasping for a breath she doesn't need before throwing herself onto him.

His shirt rips apart easily when she pulls at it, and Deanna shoves the pieces aside, sliding her hands greedily over his chest. She's drawn immediately to the bite mark she'd left on his shoulder, and she closes her mouth over it again, half soothing the wound with her tongue and half sucking up the last drops of blood, even as her hands start to dip lower. ]

[That's it. That's exactly how he wanted to see her. He figures it's what they both need right now... to let loose, to just get lost in this. He pulls off the wound he made on her in favor of pulling the fabric of her shirt apart with his hands, growling softly at the feel of her touch and mouth on him. It's distracting in some of the best ways.

His mouth moves from her neck down her chest, exploring and almost desperate. His teeth rake above her bra, teasing the soft skin there as his eyes dart up to hers.]

[ Deanna grunts in encouragement, inarticulate and desperate and needy, and arches her back, pushing her chest up towards Benny's mouth. She wants - she wants - and if she didn't want so badly that her desire made it so impossible to think of anything else, it would have scared her just how badly she wanted.

As it is, there's no time for that. Benny's mouth is hot on her skin, his teeth sharp against her, and her hands find the button of his pants, fumbling and then ripping, shoving inside to find the heat and hardness underneath. ]

[He practically growls when her hand is on him and his hips buck forward in response, encouraging more of it. His mouth works over her chest heatedly while his hands tug at the thin fabric of her underwear. Everything... he wanted everything out of the way.

His teeth rake over her skin, but it's nowhere near enough to actually break the skin, just enough to let her feel the point of his fangs as his hand settles between her legs and his fingers rub over her to give her a taste of what her own are doing to him.]

[ That reaction is exactly what she's looking for. Deanna grins, all teeth, and wraps her hand around him, seeking out more. She wants to affect Benny - wants to make him squirm and want and need as much as she does.

And then he tears her panties away and his fingers rub against her, and she gasps, forgetting everything else. She grinds down against him hard, throwing her head back. ]

More...give me more.

[ She's not asking, or even begging - she's commanding, and expecting to get what she wants. ]

[She doesn't have to try hard to get him as needy as she is right now. He wants her, wants to get lost in this and forget all the rest of the crap that's been happening lately.

He leans down to kiss her roughly, as one hand grabs for hers, drawing it away from his cock and back to the bed as his hips push forward, sinking into her with a satisfied groan. It's all tight, slick heat and he thinks he could get lost in this.

She'll have whatever she wants, whatever she demands tonight. When the kiss ends, he meets her eyes.]

This what you want, Deanna? [He drawls against her as his hips snap forward, hard.]

[ He pushes into her all at once, all searing, hot hardness and momentary pain that's quickly overwhelmed by pleasure. It feels good, it feels right, it's exactly what she needs and she moans, eyes going wide and blank as she grabs at him roughly. ]

Yes...yes.

[ Her voice is breathy and slurred, and she's already writhing underneath him, pushing up against him in an attempt to get him to go deeper still. ]

Fuck me, Benny, 's what I want. I want...I want you, I want this.

[He growls as she clutches at him, urges him on, and he doesn't have mind to protest or deny her anything. His eyes lock on hers as his hips snap into her hard and rough, deep. He wants her. He wants all of this.]

You got me. [The words drawl off his tongue as he leans down to kiss her deeply, roughly.] Always got me.

Always.

[ His word choice, whether it's deliberate or not, strikes her, because for the first time, it's true. She's used it often enough herself - I'll always come back for you, Sammy, I'll always be there for you - but before, it had always had a limit. Always had meant for as long as I'm able to, it had meant for the rest of my life.

When Benny says it, now, it means forever.

She shivers violently, a sudden chill going through her, and she grabs for him, nails scratching and digging into his skin as she drags him in, keeps him close. She kisses back, desperate, and slides one hand down to his thigh, rolling her hips against him and pulling at him insistently. She doesn't want to think about forever right now. She doesn't want to think about anything at all. ]

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