#vampire Anakin

[klauroras]

did i ever post this

[skyguys-princess]

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.

He’ll stand behind you, biting into his wrist. Holding it to your lips for you to drink, before grazing his long fingers against your neck. Tucking your hair behind your ear, out of the way of your jugular. “Mi amor,” he whispers. His lips brushing against your sensitive skin, before he slowly sinks his fangs in. Feeling your body tense, he snakes his free arm around your waist to support your weight. Before he slowly starts to suck, his soft lips caressing your skin. While your blood trickles down his throat, he moans softly. “Fuck…” Eyes closing, as he breathes you in. The feeling of you drinking his blood as well, heightening the euphoria.

𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹.

Red roses are his favourite flower, symbolising you. Thorny to him when you’re mad or protective, but when you let him get close enough. You’re sweet, like the gentle petals of a rose. Caressing the pads of his fingertips.

One of his favourite things is to leave a red rose on your windowsill, he sits on the roof. Keeping watch, because he knows you won’t invite him in. (Not that he blames you given his family.) He’s careful to take the thorns off, because even though he loves the symbolism. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt because of him, especially because of something so fickle.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

Especially after you’ve just figured out who he is, it breaks his heart to see you in the middle of this feud. Especially when you got hurt during the night of the curse breaking. He ripped Klaus’ warlocks head off as I result, and nearly his brothers.

After calming down, he found you after his transformation. Curled up in your comfy bed, you finally invited him in. His heart melted at the sight of you, all tucked up. In need of him, the protective instincts swirling in him. He approaches you, slowly. Making sure you’re not afraid of him after everything that’s gone down. When you don’t tense, or shrink away. He slowly scoots onto your bed beside you, leaning back against your pillows. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Biting into his wrist before offering it to you. He saw you grimace at the sight of his blood, “it’s okay. It’s not as bad as it looks,” he rests his head atop yours. Smiling softly as he feels you wrap your lips around the small puncture wound. A soft growl leaves his throat as he feels you hesitantly suck at his wrist. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs in your ear. Slowly tucking your hair behind your ear. Carding his fingers through the strands, carefully. He watches the bruises slowly fade, a smile tugging at his lips.

A foreign feeling tugs at his heartstrings as he sees your eyelids droop. Continuing to glide his fingers through your silky strands, twirling the end of your hair around his finger. Ever so carefully so he doesn’t disturb you, “oh bella…” He murmurs, voice a little groggy with sleep. He slowly pulls his wrist from your mouth, dragging the pad of his thumb across your lips to wipe them clean before popping it in his mouth. Licking the remnants of his blood off, before he leans closer. Ghosting over you, placing a feather light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Sweet dreams my beautiful girl…”

[dividers by @vibeswithrenai]

[valkyrieromanoff]

🧛DANCING IN THE SHADOWS: Vampire! Anakin  x you (day 21 of 31)

synopsis:  after decades apart, vampire Anakin Skywalker reunites with the one who ignited his long-dead heart in the haunting shadows of a small Irish town.

warning:  slightlydescription of blood and deaths

a/n: hello there, inspired by 'Interview with a Vampire', if you didn't see, watch, and read it really worth it, hope you enjoy it ;)

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴀ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

Being a vampire had its allure, a dark gift wrapped in eternity, where centuries drifted like autumn leaves, societies rising and crumbling before his eyes. Anakin once found excitement in this existence, though tinged with melancholy. The endless night held a certain thrill—the hunt, the chase, the moment of the kill when blood surged, eyes dimmed, and life ebbed away. His former master had always warned him against playing with his prey, but Anakin found it exhilarating, almost poetic, to toy with them. Time no longer mattered, so why rush? He let the blood drip, let the warmth fade, let the world around him fall silent as he stood at the edge of the abyss.

But when the night stilled, and he retreated to his coffin, thoughts unbidden came rushing in. Why continue? Why bother to exist? Was it for the kill, the fleeting thrill of draining life from the living? His mind spiraled as he lay in the dark, searching for meaning, for purpose. He had no one left to love, no reason to care. Or so he thought.

That was before you.

Anakin had given up on love decades ago, casting aside the idea that a creature like him, cursed and damned, could feel something as pure as love. But the night you appeared, his world shifted. It was as though his long-dead heart stirred once more. A vampire like him, yet so different. There was something about you—an enigma, a spark that defied the darkness.

You met at the Théâtre des Vampires, that strange and twisted place where mortals laughed and cried, unaware they were watching their own being slaughtered on stage. The elaborate shows of blood and death were too real, too devilish to be mere theater, yet the humans returned night after night, drawn by the thrill, oblivious to the truth. And you—he saw you there, night after night, sitting in the shadows, your gaze distant but sharp. Unlike the others, you seemed untouched by the chaos, unwilling to indulge in the cruelty, yet somehow unable to leave.

Anakin observed you from the balconies, hidden in the darkness, watching how your eyes flickered with each death on stage, how your lips tightened as the blood flowed. You weren’t like the others. You didn’t revel in the torment. He sensed you were selective in your hunts, choosing your victims with care, perhaps seeking to cleanse the world of those who deserved it. And still, you returned to the Théâtre each night, witnessing the horrors, your bright eyes watching the chaos unfold.

Months passed in this silent dance. Anakin, from his perch above, you in the shadows below. Your gazes met across the room too many times to count, a connection forming in the void between you. But before any words were exchanged, the Théâtre burned in a roaring fire. The hedonistic, cruel playground of vampires and mortals alike crumbled to ashes, taking with it Anakin’s one chance to know you.

You didn’t die that night, but you vanished, disappearing like smoke. He tried to forget you, but you haunted his waking thoughts and dreams alike, your presence lingering in every shadow, your memory an ache that would not fade. Years passed, then decades. Anakin wandered the night, never feeling whole again, always missing the piece of himself that had been left with you.

Until now.

Here, in this little café in a small Irish town, in the year 2024, over seventy years since that fateful fire, Anakin heard your voice again. “You.” The word slipped from your lips, soft but clear, like a bell cutting through the fog of time. He turned, and there you stood, a smile playing on your lips, your fangs just barely visible beneath the deep crimson of your lipstick. You looked just as you had all those years ago, untouched by time, as if not a single day had passed.

His heart lurched in his chest. You stepped toward him, and he moved to meet you, as if you were drawn together by some invisible thread. His hands found yours, your touch like electricity, and before he knew it, the two of you were moving, swaying to the rhythm of the music that played softly in the background.

You danced between the shadows, his hands firm on your waist, yours tangled in his hair. Anakin spun you gently, pulling you back to him, closer than before, his cold breath mingling with yours. The air between you was thick with the weight of unspoken words, of decades of longing.

Then your eyes locked. Time stood still, the room fading away until there was only you and him, suspended in this moment. Slowly, your lips met—soft at first, a hesitant touch, then deeper, more urgent. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you against him, while your fingers wove through his dark hair, anchoring him to you. The kiss felt eternal, as though the world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the taste of you, the feel of you.

When you finally parted, it was too soon, yet it felt like you had already stolen an eternity together in that kiss. Anakin brushed a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek, thumb tracing your skin in a barely-there caress. It was tender, too tender for creatures like him.

“Shall we get out of here?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied, your smile teasing, yet warm.

You took his hand, pulling him with you as you slipped out into the cold night. Together, you vanished into the darkness, two shadows disappearing into the eternal night.

[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". :)

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.

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse (minor), CT-6116 | Kix (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampires, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vampire Anakin Skywalker, Clones as Vampires, Anakin Skywalker is a Sibling to the Clones, non-consensual biting, Blood Drinking, Mild Blood, Found Family, CT-7567 | Rex Needs a Hug, Ahsoka Tano Needs a Hug, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Protective CT-7567 | Rex, Force-Sensitive Clone Troopers (Star Wars), The Author Regrets Nothing, CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker Friendship, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano Friendship, Hopeful Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Vampire Ahsoka Tano, Family, Friendship, Order 66 (Star Wars), Vampire CT-7567 | Rex Series: Part 3 of Blood-Bound

Summary:

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.

Read on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14267811/1/Blood-Ties

https://www.wattpad.com/1373315390-star-wars-one-shots-blood-ties

[heartiella]

[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

[aberrantcreature]

Delicious 🩸❤️

[vamplire]

i love u characters cursed by their parentage & struggling to find their own path. i love u characters fated for greatness but tragedy designed them to fall. i love u characters who have gone through hell & are just starting to heal. i love u characters who took comfort in the dark until someone became their light. i love u characters whose own demise came as a result of being idolized.

[awhhayden]

this pic is so giving vamp hayden

[skyguys-princess]

Vampire Anakin ||

He leaves a single red rose outside your window. 🌹

Writes poetry about you, and your kidding yourself if you don't think he's drawn you in his sketchbook.

Does he join your school even though he's technically way too old? Of course he does.

He definitely follows you on your way to school, subtly. To make sure your safe of course... no other reason. I mean a tiny human like you couldn't possibly be able to protect yourself, so he has to keep you safe. Doesn't he?

Compelling your teachers to give you good grades? No that's where he draws the line... Or does he? 😏

Gifted you a necklace with a vial of his blood that he snuck in your locker after you refused to take it from him.

Calls you 'mi amor.'

[silentstyx]

"I Have a Bad Feeling About This"

sum! (HC) how the boys would react seeing their s/o in a star wars shirt

tw! nerds

ok so this is based off the fact i was wearin a star wars shirt today (same one as in the picture) n did think abt them n how absolutley FERAL they would go. btw yall r fake why r their like no ethan fanfics, finest in the show n everyone writes/reqs benny...

ETHAN:

-absolutely feral.

-remember that scene in aladdin where genie's eyes pop out and tongue is on the ground? HIM. HIM WALKING IN SCHOOL TO SEE THAT.

-will literally stare at you like a deer in headlights.

-telling him that you've seen all the star wars movies...

-now that he knows this he's going to invite you (force you... lmao im so funny) to go to the star wars marathons ethan, benny, and rory have.

-if you go js know they know every line to every movie.

-he went up to you when he saw the shirt and said "i have a bad feeling about this..."

-will make star wars puns with you, don't laugh. it will encourage it.

BENNY:

-also goes feral

-but instead he giggles when he sees the shirt.

-will tell you to say 5 characters (not darth vader, luke, han solo, or princess leia) so he knows you're not just wearing it as a fashion trend.

-will go up to you and have 5 star wars puns already thought of.

-he's going to argue with you over the best movie, character, etc.

-he brought you a lego set millennium falcon for may 4th.

-he tells you your the leia organa to his han solo. (hold on im tearing up)

-if you guys get in a fight he takes away your jedi honor

RORY:

-remember that scene where he like descends into the air in "Three Cheers for Evil"? yeah thats him

-i lwk hc him as somewhat autistic and star wars/trek is one of his main hyperfixations so i think he like rants to you about it.

-like he can go hours talking about it if you let him.

-couples costumes, he wants to be luke and yoda.

-he will buy you both the plastic lightsabers os you can have lightsaber fights

-will cause a fight if you say "dark vader" or "lightsaver" or just pronounce anything wrong

-he will get a matching star wars shirt with you, will also buy you matching socks... and jacket/hoodie/sweatshirt/etc.

-definitely makes you watch star trek because its "just as good"??

[anissweetheart]

hes so vampire coded here

[fishnamedsushi]

Baby Vampkin + Human Daddy-Wan, short ficlet

Anakin was dying. 

Well, okay, he wasn’t actually. Anakin was technically already dead, but just because one didn’t have a pulse - or breath, or body heat, or any of those other things that otherwise non-undead human beings had - didn’t mean one couldn’t suffer. Especially when someone cunning, someone cruel, knew exactly how to make them.

He had made Obi-Wan his favorite dinner - no mean a feat as Anakin could technically eat but had no taste buds - and set himself up nicely by the fire, not too close to become dangerous but just enough to warm his perpetually cold skin the way he knew his human liked. He had wrapped himself in his softest silk robe, the one he knew Obi-Wan preferred for the way the deep blue color played against his bronze skin and golden eyes, and let it gape open at the top to show off his collarbones. 

Obi-Wan looked delicious. He arrived home late - midterms were always a very busy time of year for Coruscant University’s favorite Classics professor - but he had seemed pleased to see Anakin, welcoming him into his house and accepting his kisses. His wrinkles, so obvious to Anakin with his keen senses, stood out more and more lately, but they did absolutely nothing to disguise his beauty. He was perhaps the most gorgeous man Anakin had ever seen, no matter how old he was for a human. No matter how much older Anakin was than him, technically.  

Anakin had a plan to address all that anyway, someday soon. But there were more important things to attend to now. 

His eyes latched onto the exposed skin at Obi-Wan’s wrists where his sweater rode up. He reached out gently, his undead heart giving a soft phantom skip, bringing one of those dear hands to his face, inhaling the smells of Obi-Wan: paper and ink and more tea and underneath all that, that heady scent that was simply him. His fangs were growing longer with anticipation, venom pooling at their tips. His eyes were glowing, he could tell, and everything around him took on the sharp tinge of high definition. Of anticipation. 

But just as he was about to bite down, Obi-Wan turned his hand over, blocking him. He cupped Anakin’s cheek, withdrawing and settled back against the couch. 

“But I’ve been good,” Anakin said (whined).

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan seemed distracted, starting into Anakin’s face. Anakin wasn’t using glamour on him - he wasn’t - but sometimes the way Obi-Wan looked at him made him wonder if perhaps he wasn’t doing it on accident. “Yes, I suppose you have.” 

Obi-Wan held Anakin’s eyes. He looked so regal, like a king from Anakin’s past, lounging before his subjects, a god before a supplicant. 

His mouth ticked up in a smile.

“And because you have been so good for me, I’ve been good for you too,” he said leadingly. 

Anakin’s nostrils flared. Obi-Wan’s grin was as sharp as Anakin’s teeth. 

He could smell it now, the warmth of the fire heating Obi-Wan up from the inside out, the spicy-sweet scent of his blood filling the room, so thick to Anakin’s nose it he was almost choking. It was iron rich, the kind that came from supplements and the kind of foods Obi-Wan didn’t like to eat, normally, but knew made his blood taste that much juicier, that much richer, when he did.

Anakin growled, just a bit. “You really?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Come here.”

Anakin went where he was bidden, helpless, Obi-Wan cupping the back of his head and bringing his face to his neck. 

Anakin inhaled sharply. This was dangerous. This was tempting - too tempting. Anakin opened his mouth, running his tongue over Obi-Wan’s skin, tasting salt and feeling a dark satisfaction at how he shuddered. 

“Go ahead, darling,” Obi-Wan whispered. His fingers tightened in Anakin’s hair, and his heartbeat was like a war drum, letting out the faintest of breathy moans as Anakin’s fangs pressed down. 

“Make me feel it.”