#vampire anakin

[klauroras]

did i ever post this

[bitchin-witchin]

Saw a post about vampires that get overwhelmed and all worked up in a pathetic way when feeding and immediately thought of anidala with vampire Anakin.

Tears wetting Padme's neck, Padme pressing the back of his head down when hes hesitant to bite. When he removes his mouth it's with a wet gasp and hard pants that almost give way to moans.

Padme breaths come a little heavier too seeing how increasingly wrecked her husband looks when feeding off her. She likes when so he's desperate and hungry for it that he just bites once and takes a big long drink, but she likes it even more when he's so worked up and needy that he can't just feed from her in one bite. He has to release his mouth to moan and press himself deeper into her hold, bunting like a tooka by nudging his forehead between the slope of her neck and shoulder.

Padme guides him to look at her, dragging her thumb across his bloodied, spit-glossed lips, pushing her fingers into his mouth to massage his tongue, his gums, feeling his fangs, just finger-fucking his mouth really. The way he looks at her sucking on her fingers and letting her put her fingers a deep as she wants, touching his soft palette and almost going past to go further down his throat. She feels the muscles of his mouth flex and contract around her as he tries not gag. It's like shes pulling the noises from him as she thrust her fingers back and forth. it makes her clench. When she takes them out they're coated in saliva, the sticky tendrils snapping back over his bottom lip and chin. Makes her crazzyyyy. how can she not hold him by the jaw and kiss him hard and deep and messy then? She's not nearly as much of a mess as he is but she's definitely coming apart.

Then they're just going back and forth between Anakin drinking from her and kissing sloppy style. p much sitting in each other laps. anakin has a thigh underneath her to grind against while he sits on her and grinds into her hip.

[fishnamedsushi]

Baby Vampkin + Human Daddy-Wan, short ficlet, Part 2

Had this randomly pop into my head today and thought I'd write a short continuation of my previous snippet

NSFW, obviously 👀

Anakin clamped his fangs into Obi-Wan's pulse point, and Obi-Wan let out a groan of pleasure that Anakin felt straight to his (long gone) soul. The taste of Obi-Wan spread through his mouth, coating his tongue. It was sweet and bitter and strong, a flavor unlike anything Anakin had ever tasted, and he drank it down in hard, urgent gulps. He was eager, too much in a rush. Obi-Wan often scolded him for impatient he was.

And soon enough, Anakin paused, whining, as the hand in his hair gripped in a tight fist.

"Don't swallow," Obi-Wan ordered, abruptly.

Anakin pulled away immediately, fangs coming free with an obscene squelch that made both of them shudder. Obi-Wan hadn't even started to heal over, and a trickle of blood flowed freely from the wound, traveling slowly down his pale throat.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Anakin was very, very lucky.

With a deep moan, he let himself fall forward, Obi-Wan dragging him down for a messy, open mouthed kiss that sent that hot liquid spilling into both their mouths. Their tongues battled each other, Anakin fighting to catch any drop, swallowing every time Obi-Wan let his lips part, bringing them back together again as soon as he got his chance.

Finally, finally, Obi-Wan was done toying with him. His nails raked through Anakin's hair, gripping and yanking to expose Anakin's throat.

“My sweet boy, you always make such a mess, don’t you? You know just how to get what you want. Always so clever, and yet so selfish. My dear, dear Anakin...”

Each word was accompanied by a soft nip, Obi-Wan's blunt human canines gently scoring into his skin, not even leaving the faintest of marks. They still stung wonderfully, making Anakin keen quietly under his touch.

(Because Anakin was very, very fortunate, and Obi-Wan trusted him enough to indulge his strange, dangerous urges.)

When he reached Anakin's ear, Obi-Wan gripped the lobe with his teeth, biting down hard, tearing a moan from his chest. Anakin was panting - a habit of movement, when they were doing this - a feral, red-tinged sort of heat within him burning even more brightly as Obi-Wan grabbed him, drawing him closer, until Anakin was straddling him on the couch.

“What do you want?” Obi-Wan asked. In the light of the fire, his eyes glinted like diamonds.

The taste of Obi-Wan on Anakin's tongue, the feel of him on his lips, was a powerful, drugging thing. It took a long moment to unstick his voice.

"Please," he breathed. "I want to..."

Obi-Wan smiled, soft and fond. He tipped his head, exposing his throat, the twin bite wounds in the side of his neck standing out dark and proud. The blood that Anakin hadn’t swallowed had spilled down his chin, matting into his beard. He looked wild, dangerous. He looked like everything Anakin loved.

Obi-Wan always looked most alive, most beautiful, when he was in the process of dying.

“Use your words, baby.”

Would he let him have it? Obi-Wan could be mercurial - it was part of what Anakin loved about him. But Anakin had been good. Obi-Wan had even said so.

He whined. “I want to taste you.”

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, “You already have, darling.”

“No, no, not like that. Like…”

He nudged his hand, the one not resting lightly (possessively) on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, down to the bulge in Obi-Wan’s pants. Anakin himself was entirely flaccid - it would have taken a lot more blood, a lot more hunger, for Anakin to get fully hard. But he could sense Obi-Wan’s desire, and he smiled when Obi-Wan gasped as he palmed his cock.

Obi-Wan looked at Anakin for a long while, considering. And then, slowly, his face lit with a wicked, wicked grin.

"I’d like to hear you say it," he purred, reaching between their bodies, teasing his fingertips along the back of Anakin’s hand where he still held him, cradled. Obi-Wan never looked afraid of Anakin, though he was sure he looked positively monstrous, with his glowing eyes and his fangs bared, venom and blood dripping from his mouth.

Anakin knew the words Obi-Wan wanted. He had been taught how to play Obi-Wan's games. How to ask the right questions, and when to use the magic, irresistible phrase: "Please may I taste your come?"

[disastertriowriting]

I... forgot to post this a while ago. xP

@clonefandomevents

This fic is for "Confessions". :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Even though Anakin, and many, if not most, of his clones, are vampires, that alone is not enough to stop the Sith’s plans. The Republic may be falling, and an Empire may be rising, but Anakin’s first priority is his family, his coven. Padme. Their child. His boys. His fellow vampires. They come first, before the Republic, before the Jedi Order. And then, Order 66 happens.

[tragicallyham]

vampire Anakin sketch warmup, based on my most recent obikin fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33788974

[captain039]

PART 4 Tastes like heaven

Werewolf!alpha!Obi wan x omega!human!reader x alpha/omega!vampire!Anakin

Obikin

Warnings: vampire things, ABO, werewolf things, light gore, possessiveness, sexual, smut, threesome, poly couple, mentions of needles, oral f receiving, hand jobs, filth, utter filth

Last part <-

You sensed Obi-Wan gone, you saw Anakin on the couch, head leaned back, eyes closed. You watched him, hand fisted against your towel, he was beautiful, sharp jaw and strong features, he held himself high and his hair was always soft. You sighed softly sitting on your bed, you glanced down your body knowing the rolls and over fleshy parts you had. Often you were mistaken for a slave girl, or someone to keep around and not a Jedi due to your looks, you weren’t ‘strong’ looking.

“What’s wrong?” You jumped when you heard Anakin’s voice, now standing by your door.

“Nothing” you said standing up and rummaging through your clothes. Your knees were shaking, your stomach cramping. One release always led to wanting more. You stuttered on words looking Anakin who tilted his head and smirked. You felt your cheeks go hot and huffed awkwardly holding your clothes and towel, heading to the fresher.

“What’s the point if they’re going to be taken off again?” Anakin called halting your movements at the sliding door.

“Coverage! For now!” You grumbled trying to open your fresher door. Anakin chuckled behind you and you turned seeing his hand held up, forcing the door to stay shut.

“Anakin!” You huffed as he stalked closer. You leant against the cool door his eyes ablaze with lust and? You couldn’t read his emotions well. He loomed over you, making you feel small in the corner.

“I wanna get dressed” you mumbled and he cooed gently pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Give me a kiss first” he grinned and you flushed huffing at him.

“Come on” he dragged out making you glare and quickly pressing your lips to his. He laughed wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. You moaned softly as your body pressed against his easily, like it molded to his.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered, eyes warm as you stared at him.

“I heard your thoughts, though you weren’t really quiet with them” he grinned.

“Strong features?” He teased and you groaned hiding your face in his chest as he laughed.

“Precious omega” he nuzzled into your neck, holding you close. You basked know the warmth he gave off and sighed, wiggling your arms free to wrap around his neck. He lifted you easily making you yelp and grip onto him as he sat at the edge of your bed, you in his lap.

“Ani” you mumbled as he kissed you deeply again.

Obi-Wan stood in the middle of the council room, all the councils eyes narrowed.

“Has commander Y/n improved?” Master Windu asked.

“I’m unsure, I’d say not yet, it’s only been a couple of days” Obi-Wan spoke. Lying was hard especially to the council but he could t risk the secret being found out.

Suddenly a wave of pleasure ran through his body from you and Anakin making him tense and stare at one spot while the council spoke. Couldn’t wait for him to come back.

“Master Kenobi this is troublesome” Master Plo Koon said.

“I’m aware however there is nothing the healers or my Padawan can do, she must simply wait it out” Obi-Wan wanted to raise his voice fight for his omega. She couldn’t help it, whatever those rogues did at the pit was unknown to him and his padawans. Despite Anakin being a knight now, he still called him his Padawan.

“She is better in rest, let her come out when she is ready” Master Luminara said smiling gently at Master Kenobi.

“Thank you” he bowed his head briefly looking to master Yoda who had his brow furrowed.

“Young skywalker, have not seen him we haven’t” Master Yoda said and Obi-Wan tensed slightly.

“I’m unsure Master Yoda, I’m afraid he tells me nothing anymore” Obi-Wan brushed it off with light humour but Master Windus face only went sterner.

“Rest she must, much to do, there still is” Master Yoda nodded his head and Obi-Wan bowed before leaving.

The feeling coursing through his body was intense, his legs carrying him quickly to his omegas room.

You whined gently against Anakin’s cheek as he gently thrusted two fingers in and out of your entrance. He was panting, praises slipping from his mouth as he moved. Your hips were not under your control, they moved on their own, rocking against his hand before you heard your door open. You froze a bit, but Anakin kept going.

“Alpha has joined us” he muttered kissing you feverishly making you whine.

“Couldn’t wait for me” Your master said and you whined again pulling apart from Anakin’s lips. Obi-Wan simply smirked as you reached out to him. He willingly came pressing his lips to yours, hand on your hip, his other in Anakin’s side.

“Needy thing” Obi-Wan muttered against your lips and you just sighed slumping your head against Anakin’s shoulders as he moved slowly. You glared at his clothes and moved your hands to the hem of his shirt and scrunched it up. Anakin chuckled by you making you glare at him as he pulled his fingers from you making you shudder a moan. You tugged his shirt off, finally able to have skin on skin contact, you sighed pressing your mouth to his neck, hands grabbing his waist band.

“Clothes” you grumbled but he just chuckled. You looked to Obi-Wan desperately and he just smirked making you huff again. You stood from his lap, his hands resting behind him so he could lean back.

“This isn’t fair” you said. Obi-Wan let out a hearty chuckle and you shot him a look.

“Ok, ok” the alpha gave in going over to Anakin and removing his pants. Anakin was smirking the whole time and you shuddered slightly seeing the bulge evident.

“Better princess?” Anakin said head tilted and you flushed looking at the ground and nodded.

“No, no you wanted him like this” Obi-Wan stood behind you forcing your chin up with his fingers.

“Look” his words echoed in your head, his breath fanning your ear. Anakin sat, hands back, legs spread slightly, defined muscles and some scars from battles. Your masters hands drifted down your stomach to you with you. Your body shuddered and you struggled keeping upright again.

“Lie down” he instructed and you did as he said crawling on the bed last Anakin. You laid down trembling as Obi-Wan began to undo his tunic layers. He stripped down, bare golden chest, scars and moles on his body, but his body hair was neat just like his face. You gulped slightly as he began to strip off his boots and trousers before he too stood confined by one article of clothing. You could see his cock waiting, straining against the fabric. You sat up crawling to the edge of the bed on your knees before sitting up in them. Obi-Wan moved forward cupping your chin before kissing you. You rested your hands on his chest, you let them explore though, going over some scars and the through the hair before going lower past his navel. Your hands were shaky and you pulled back to give a questioning look.

“Can-can I touch? I’ve never-“ you stumbled over words but he smile hand covering yours and slipping it past his waist band. He helped you wrap your hands around his cock making him groan softly, eyes slipping shut. He guided you, helping you take him out and gently move your hand up and down. You watched his face suddenly mesmerised by the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“Wet your hand” Anakin muttered taking your hand and spitting on it. The action would’ve made you ick in any other situation but in this one it didn’t, his tongue ran over your palm and fingers before nodding to go again. Obi-Wan hand one hand on Anakin’s face gently stroking his cheek the other gripping your hip as you moved your hand on your own. You sped up, moved your thumb over his tip gathering the pre come that was oozing out. The alpha before you trembled and groaned softly, mouthing around your neck, teeth scraping when you tightened your hold slightly and gently. You moved faster and his stomach tightened, whole body tensing along with it making you quicken.

“Stop omega” Obi-Wan gritted out and you panicked hands stilling. You thought you did something wrong as he lifted his head.

“I’m sorry-“ you stuttered and he shook his head kissing you deeply.

“I don’t want to come yet” he whispered and you flushed furiously but nodded.

“Lie down again for me” he whispered and you nodded again complying. Anakin laid with you arm going under your head, lips pressing to yours as Obi-Wan kicked off his boxers and crawled on your bed. He gently open your legs making you pull away from Anakin’s kiss. Obi-Wan kissed your thighs, gently scooping them in his arms, one going over his shoulder. He looked to you, a question echoing in your mind and you nodded answering back. He smiled, ducking his head and swiping his tongue over your heat. Anakin stole your moan with his lips, his free hand exploring your body, his hands came to your breasts, pulling back from the kiss as he began to play with one. The mixture between him and your master was overwhelming, your hips held down by Obi-Wans grip, Anakin’s hand teasing and pinching your nipple, his lips on your neck, body tensing. You cried when you came, back arching the best it could under your masters hold. You had trouble keeping still and whined softly.

“Good girl” Anakin praised gently pressing kisses to your face.

“Good girl” he repeated as Obi-Wan lifted his head, his beard having a sheen on it. He wiped his mouth on the back of your hands, gently massaging your thighs while you came down.

“Can you handle more? Or do you want to stop?” Obi-Wan asked. You didn’t answer for a minute, only nodding, trying to catch your breath.

“Take a minute” he whispered and you sighed. You still trembled as you breathing evened out somewhat and your heart slowed. Obi-Wan peppered kisses up your body before lying by your side. You held his hand over your stomach nuzzling into Anakin a little more.

“Rest” Anakin whispered and you worried for them.

“We’ll be alright little one” Obi-Wan assured softly pressing his lips to your temple.

“Just get some sleep, we all need it” he said a light joke lacing his words making you smile.

Next part ->

[oonaluna-art]

I drew this awhile back for @thebixo / @bixoarts‘s birthday.

Bixo has a great vampire AU for Anakin/Vader, but unfortunately I made it cursed by drawing him as the Count from Sesame Street. Lo siento. 

[disast3rtransp0rt]

Please drop by my AO3 and leave a comment on my newest Vampire!Anakin story, inspired by the 2002 film (and an adaptation of her royal bitchiness Anne Rice’s novel) Queen of the Damned.

“touching you (makes me feel alive)”

(angst with a happy ending, fluff and angst, biting, vampire turning, blood drinking)