Stepdad!Anakin fucking his precious daughter and filling her up right before walking her down the aisle
18+ smut, stepcest, cheating, religious themes, DDDNE.
Lowkey want to make a bot of this idea, damn.
"Stay still— we wouldn't want your dress to get dirty, don't we?" Stepdad!Anakin smirks, his nose brushing against the elegant curve of your neck. The mixture of your expensive perfume— that one he gifted you for Christmas, the one you only use on special occasions— mingling deliciously with his own cologne and the heady undertones of sex. "My precious stepdaughter needs to look dashing for her soon to be husband, am I right?"
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, staring at the reflection that you know it's you— yet you can bring yourself to recognize the silhouette that shakes in the older man's arms.
The shame and self loathing clings onto your skin like a sticky layer, transpiration that doesn't translate to anything similar to nerves and anxiety; not related to your big day, that is.
You promised yourself— ages ago— that you would never fall into the spider's web that Anakin's touch can be. No more running to Daddy's arms, of course not— you'd swallow your pride and keep up with a relationship that was nothing more than a fraude... a poor excuse for you to move on from a man that wasn't even yours, but in his bed and in his skin, you felt like he could be yours.
What a foolish thought.
"You look beautiful... all in white, looking like a dream," Anakin coos, sensing your internal battle— witnessing it countless times before. Keep going, keep going, keep going— that's what his mind says, it repeats like a broken record. "Come on... They are waiting for us."
The heels that click on the marble flooring of the opulent church are hollow in your ears, losing their shape and weariness in the vast space that seems to swallow your thoughts, and now, your heart and soul.
You are not worthy of this— not worthy of playing the part of the blushing bride, of smiling tensely and letting the cameras flash your way. It's a lie— a beautifully crafted lie for your own personal gain. Everything is a blur, the priest's words about love, support and loyalty— fucking loyalty, all those terms that your mother raised you to keep at heart are now out of your vocabulary. You can't focus, can't breathe— can't...
Can't feel anything, anything but the distant but insistent sensation of his arousal trickling down between your thighs, sticky, accusatory and utterly exciting.
The voice that rings outside your throat as you say "I do"? Feels foreign. The weight of your now husband's hands on yours? Feels shameful. The burning stare of Anakin's eyes on your face? Feel like a stab right in your chest. As if this was all a joke— even though, the moment you make contact with those icy blue orbs that seem to stand out from his chiseled face, his devious— knowing smirk... the sound of his soft groans echo in your brain.
No man will be able to excite you in such a way, with such proximity. It's a humbling thought, but in the worst way.
It drills your neurons, the betraying little bits that run the scene of his hands cupping your breasts over your expensive, handmade corset— or how he rolled his hips carefully, deep yet gentle, mindful of not letting a single wrinkle make itself known in your long skirts— or his words, mumbled with a possessiveness that will haunt you until you exhale your last breath:
"Don't forget that a silly little wedding ring won't tear us apart. You are mine, not even in the eyes of God— but in my eyes, and a good father never leaves his precious daughter alone for long."
ANAKIN SKYWALKER is completely enthralled by your daughter—a nova igniting in his universe, orbiting around the moon that is you—the brightest, most constant light in his life. he’s awestruck by how much the baby girl resembles you, how her tiny features echo your own. he studies the curve of her nose, the pink plush of her lips, even the way her little brow furrows, and everything about her fills him with wonder. the weight of the galaxy ceases to exist in these moments—his world wholly condensed into the moon and star that make his universe worth living in.
at night, your husband sits beside the cradle, using the force to gently rock her while humming fragments of the lullabies his mother used to sing. more often than not, he ends up asleep with your daughter cradled against his chest, her tiny fingers curling securely around one of his. you lean over them both, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead and then to your daughter’s downy head.
as you pull away, anakin stirs, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. he blinks sleepily, lips curving into a drowsy smile, and without a word, he shifts slightly, freeing one arm to pull you closer. his organic hand cups your cheek as he kisses you, sweet and lingering, lips warm like the first rays of tatooine’s twin suns rising over the dunes. when he pulls back, his gaze flickers between you and your daughter, a softness in his eyes that makes your heart swell with love.
I just saw your mafia! Anakin Au. And oh my god. Never saw something so good before!
Could you please write something about mafia! Anakin Au being a father or something? He'd be such a pookieeeee
Author's note: HE WOULD HE WOULD!!! He'd be the best dad ever even tho he didn't want kids at all at first :(( also I am out of creativity and I, again, took the same name for the boy like in SAM MONROE angst from week ago
“Hey, no, that’s your foot, not food,” ANAKIN SKYWALKER scolded his little boy with tone playful yet firm as he gently pried the tiny toes away from Vinnie’s too curious and too eager to-eat-everything mouth. The toddler erupted into a fit of bubbly giggles, chubby cheeks flushing from all the laughter
“Oh, it’s funny, is it?” Anakin mused, raising an eyebrow while barely maintaining to hide his grin. “Daddy’s literally saving your life here—bacteria, choking hazards, all that serious stuff—and you think it’s a joke, huh? Yeah, laugh it up, pretty boy.” Italian accent still hearable in Anakin's speech
Vinnie only giggled harder, squirming as Anakin’s large hand wandered to his chubby knee, giving it a playful squeeze before dragging the toddler closer across the soft rug.
“Such a happy kid,” Anakin murmured, voice dropping into something softer, almost awestruck. Eyes scanning Vinnie’s tiny face as if soaking in every little detail—the wispy curls framing his forehead, the dimple that appeared with every laugh, and those familiar blue eyes that were such a perfect mirror of his own.
How could someone so small already feel like his entire world?
He brought his hand up to the boy's face, thumb brushing over Vinnie’s round cheek, marveling at how much of himself he saw in his son. “Spitting image of your old man,” he said with a smile. “But you’ve got your mama’s sweetness—thank the God for that.”
Vinnie reached up with grabby hands, babbling nonsense while he clutched at Anakin’s long sleeve, tugging him closer with surprising strength for someone so little.
“C’mon, what should we do now, huh?” his slim fingers playing with the toddler's “Daddy’s at your service—storytime? Building blocks? Or are we just gonna crawl around and wreak havoc?”
Vinnie answered by smacking his tiny palm against Anakin’s chest, a high-pitched squeal escaping his lips.
“Oh, that’s what we’re doing? Smacking Daddy now?” Anakin teased, pretending to be offended. He flopped dramatically onto his back, pulling Vinnie along so the boy landed sprawled on his chest. “Alright, kid, you win. You’re the boss. What’s the next move?”
Vinnie giggled uncontrollably, his little fists clutching Anakin’s shirt again while he clumsily tried to climb up his dad’s broad chest.
Anakin let out a low chuckle, his large hands steadying his son as he wiggled his way up. “Alright, alright,” his tone softening before he kissed the top of Vinnie’s head. “Whatever you want, Little Bear. Just promise me one thing -- dont pull on my hair like the last time, okay? Daddy doesn't want to be bald yet”
warnings: fauxcest/stepcest (however you wish to perceive it), dubcon, slight intox, scent kink, face fucking, slight breath play, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, 18+ minors dni
dad!/stepdad!anakin hates when you come home late. you have a curfew for a reason and you’re disrespecting him when you break it. he tries to give you the benefit of the doubt most of the time, but you really are just a spoiled brat.
you try to sneak back inside two hours past the time you were supposed to be home. unfortunately anakin isn’t in bed like you thought he’d be; he’s sitting in the living room looking pissed.
“you’re supposed to be home by midnight. where were you?”
it makes him even angrier to hear you were at a party. you reek of weed and alcohol though you don’t seem intoxicated yourself. he knows you were hanging out with those friends of yours that he hates.
he beckons you over to the couch and pushes you to your knees between his spread thighs. he’s wearing gray sweatpants, the ones he knows you can’t resist. your eyes look glassy as you stare at his bulge and he’s suspecting that maybe you did have a bit to drink.
“you know i have to punish you for this.”
anakin stands from the couch, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. his cock is hard and standing tantalizingly against his shirt. you want it in your mouth, but you don’t want the rough treatment thats to come.
his large palm covers the back of your head to push you into his crotch. your nose nuzzles into his pubes and you can tell he hasn’t showered in a few days. he’s musky, sweaty, and stinks like arousal. he grinds his hips against your face, not caring that his cock is leaving precum in your hair.
when be finally has enough of claiming you with his scent, he pulls back and feeds his dick between your lips. you’re used to the stretch of your lips around his girth, but you know he isn’t stopping there. he pushes your head further down on his shaft until he’s seated inside your throat.
your body quivers as you attempt to breathe through your nose to prevent yourself from gagging. saliva builds in your mouth but there’s no place for it to go but down your chin. you wish he could just fuck your throat already instead of staring at your drooly, glassy eyed face.
you get a small reprieve when anakin pulls back, but he immediately thrusts his cock back in, driving the head into the back of your throat. you lurch forward with a gag but his hold on you prevents you from getting very far.
he fucks your mouth like that: sloppy and inconsiderate of your gag reflex. this is a punishment, after all. you’re not supposed to enjoy it. you’re just thankful that he doesn’t last as long as guys your age.
he pushes you all the way down his cock and shoots his cum down your throat. the thick, sticky fluid blocks your airway so you beg him with red, watery eyes to pull out so you can swallow.
he does thankfully, then pats your cheek as a way of praising you. he pulls his pants back up, adjusts his wet, soft dick, and turns to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
oh my god. dad!anakin would love those kinds of moments with you because he's not technically fucking you. he can't bear to see his little girl all needy and desperate and just not do anything about it.
anya giving me his contact info outside of tumblr is the worst mistake he could have made because now i can ask goofy ass questions like “would dad ani let me hold it while he pees” whenever i want
Ride 02: 🦢 The Tunnel of Love. 🏹 | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist.
CW: 18+, smut, dead dove, stepcest/fauxcest, daddy kink, fingering, lowkey exhibitionism. | word count: 1.4k
"Hurry up," Anakin scolds you, allowing you to wrap your hand around his bicep as you walk. "We are going home."
Pouting, you sigh. You had to beg for weeks and do some... intimate favors for him to agree to take you to the carnival that would be in town in October, and after two rides and an overpriced cotton candy he wants to go? Pretty unfair.
"Just one ride," You urge him, licking your pink-stained lips. "Just one and we'll go home."
Anakin rolls his eyes, running his hand through his sand-colored hair, tugging at the silver roots. He hates how easily you manipulate him with those pretty eyes, and he finds himself unable to deny you. Allowing you to drag him around the park, he watches with amusement how you ponder your decision. It's the last ride and there's no chance he is bringing you back, so you want to make it count.
"How about that one?" You offer, pointing with your finger at the obnoxious pink Tunnel of Love.
Groaning under his breath, Anakin regrets his decision almost immediately. Of course, you would pick the cheesiest ride... but he can't deny the way his heart warms at the excited glint in your eyes as you drag him to the line.
His boot taps against the dirty concrete as you two wait, listening to your excited chirping and ignoring the curious looks. He should be used to them by now, you two make quite the curious pair, he is aware of that, but it doesn't make it less annoying. Anakin pats your lower back as the line shortens, nodding as you continue talking, obvious to the judgmental looks. They must think he is just your old boyfriend... which, in a way, he is.
When it's your turn, you thank the worker who wraps a pink plastic bracelet around your wrist, and then one around his. The animated swan that stands still in the makeshift river makes him grimace— fuck, why did he agree so quickly.
The worker who plasters a fake smile helps you in, waving at you with too much excitement. "What a lovely couple!" She says, clearly by protocol.
Anakin secures the belt around your waist, his touch lingering by habit. His blue eyes land on the worker, his tone unamused. "She's my daughter," He replies.
Alright... he might not enjoy the dirty looks, but the look of shock on the young woman's face might make it worth it.
Just in time, the cranky rails start to move, the swan drifting away from the entrance and into the dark tunnel. The gentle music surrounds you, terribly echoing through the cheap walls and distorted by the speakers. Anakin places his hand on your thigh, grateful for the darkness. This might bring... another type of judgment.
"Are you having fun, daddy?" You murmur, nuzzling against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne and the strong scent of the cigarette he had in the parking lot.
"Not really," He muses, backpedaling when he sees you frowning under the dim lights of the ride. "Fine, yes. I'm having so much fun I might die."
Rolling your eyes, Anakin can't help but realize how many of his mannerisms you have picked. "You don't have to be such a bitch," You reply. "Are you not happy that I'm happy?"
His big hand squeezes your thigh almost endearingly. "I am, princess," He kisses the top of your head; he isn't lying. He does adore that smile on your face. "But you could've picked a better ride."
"Why? This is for couples."
"We aren't a couple, doll."
His comment silences you, and perhaps he was a bit too harsh— but the words simply left his mouth before he could register them. Anakin feels a slight hint of guilt, noticing how your face falls in disappointment, he didn't mean to ruin your fun. Lowering his head, he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, his thumb caressing your thigh under the hem of the pretty dress you picked for your little night out.
"Hey, princess," He calls, trying to get your attention. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Daddy is sorry," Pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, he allows himself to be a little vulnerable. Just for you. His hand rubs your skin, slowly moving upwards.
You squirm in your seat, playing the act of an offended girlfriend. He can deny it all you want, but you are dating. You know it. Still, Anakin isn't fond of the way you are trying to ignore him, so he knows exactly which buttons to push to get your attention.
His thumb brushes against the hem of your panties, drawing a gasp from your lips. "Come on, don't stay mad with your old man," He coos, using his free hand to cup your face and guide his lips over yours.
The kiss is gentle. He is trying to make you feel better, plus he doesn't know how long this damn ride will last, so he has to be quick and brighten your mood. Anakin's tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and tasting the sweet remains of cotton candy, humming against your lips; his index finger rubs your clothed core, slowly but firmly. He can feel how your hips start to move, eager for more.
"Sit still for me, 'kay?" He smiles, tugging your panties to the side and rubbing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. Anakin sure has a soft spot for those breathy moans, those pretty eyelashes batting at him and those beautiful lips chasing him. "Good girl. Are you still mad at me?"
Shaking your head, he chuckles, mumbling a praise before continuing his gentle torture on your bundle of nerves, feeling you tense and relax as he moves. Watching you come undone is one of his favorite activities, and knowing that he is the one bringing such reactions to your angelic face... it's heaven. He waits until he knows you are nice and wet and just a tad desperate to move his wrist, his rough fingertips teasing your entrance.
"What a good girl for her Daddy," He continues talking you through it, pushing his fingers, waiting for you to spread your legs wider so he can slide easily. Anakin bites his lower lip when he feels your walls clenching around his finger— he just wishes it would be around his cock. Moving them in and out, he takes his time— which, he doesn't have much— not wanting to hurt you.
Between the cheesy music and the occasional slushing from the water, your whimpers and the quiet squelch of your pussy are delightful, making his cock throb inside his jeans. Curling his fingers, he rubs them against that spot that makes you jolt and squeeze his digits, followed by a sharp gasp. It feels amazing, so good it's making you forget where you are.
"Shhh... we don't want people to find out, right?"
Speeding his thrusts, Anakin grips your jaw, his grip tighter than before. His heated eyes land on yours, and you can read just how much he craves you, how much he desires you. If he could, he would just pull you onto his lap and fuck you— maybe later, once you are back at home, and once your mother— his wife— is asleep.
"Focus on me, angel," He says, a third finger prodding at your stretched cunt. "Keep those gorgeous eyes on me," The heel of his palm rubs against your clit, causing your cheeks to heat up and your thighs to quiver. If he keeps touching you like that— talking like that, you'll come in no time.
Anakin seems to sense that you are close, so he adds a third finger, relishing in the way you arch your back and gasp his name. His erection is starting to become uncomfortable, but you are his priority now. His body heats up just by watching you, the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on.
"Come for me, baby," He kisses your nose, smirking, his lips lowering to nibble on your jaw. "I know you want to."
Throwing your head back and biting down on your tongue, your pussy tightens around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you, coating his fingers and snatching your breath— he doesn't stop though, keeping his fingers deep and his pace fast and steady, making sure to prolong it as much as possible.
Pulling his fingers out, a string of slick connects them with your sensitive pussy, such a lovely sight. Lifting them, watching them glisten under the cheap lighting, only to lick them clean... it does things to you.
"Tastes better than any candy," Anakin smirks, wiping his saliva and the remains of your orgasm on his jeans. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of the ride, doll."
