THAT DAMN ICE CREAM MAN (Rod Sullivan x Reader)

LATE AFTERNOONS

Warning: Fluff, slight smut.

---QUICK AUTHORS NOTE---

Hi everyone. Taffy here, first of all. I am SO sorry for not updating and being so inconsistent, life is just kind of hard right now. But now, by some oh so mysterious chance, I have managed to infect myself with Corona!

So, as I'm suffering from this lung-loving disease, I check my E-Mails.... and suddenly remember. Since I have nothing better to do now, I'll probably be writing some new entries.

I also desperately want to make FNaF stories because imo there's not enough on here. Once again, I really am sorry about leaving you guys hanging, but I'm proud to say that a lot of stuff has gotten a bit better in this year and I've grown as a person. I wish you all a good read and hope you're all well!

Also, on another note, holy shit. I never, EVER, expected this to get this many reads? Like WOW. I can't thank every single one of you enough. And I hope I can still get the gist of this story right, and that I remember where my thoughts left off exactly... BUT my english should be better than last year :)

Anyhow, I'm sorry, again, I'm rambling on too much. On to the story!

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Rod turns to the fridge, while Y/N stares at his back. She felt a feeling that she last felt long ago... was it love? No. Love is cruel and harsh.

Y/N never thought that she would feel like this again, ever since she was a child, love to her, was a foolish trade. Men get whatever they want out of women, and the women get barely anything. Social standing, if not less. Who would care for a single mother, for example?

Her aunt was a widow. And her family completely cut ties with her because she refused to find a new groom. It hurt, watching her fade away. When she cried, her mother told her to not worry, as she would find a good husband.

Then why did she feel such deep emotions for Rod?

Ever since they were kids, Y/N has seen Rod struggle, yet he was always grateful towards her. His dad died, and yet he still was kind, caring, emphatic with her. Did her parents bribe him into such acts of kindness?

No, it couldn't be, Rod is pretty poor. Y/N began to ponder, how can she, she of all people, care for a man? Is her own body tricking her?

"Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?", Rod spoke in a loud tone, trying to snap Y/N out of whatever trance she has fallen in.

"Oh!", Y/N became startled and almost fell over, "Sorry. I was simply lost in my thoughts."

Rod held her a bit, seeing as she almost fell over. "You sure that you still wanna drink?", Rod asked her, concerned about her well-being.

Y/N nodded with excitement. Mama and Papa never let her drink before, they always said it wasn't womanly.

Rod started pouring shots, one by one, in little shot glasses. She was amazed by these little glasses, in her circles, men always drank fancy wine or other fancy schmuck. She was just about to ask him how to drink this, as he just gulped one glass straight down and looked at Y/N.

"Drink up, princess", Rod demanded.

"Princess...?", Y/N thought to herself. Rod never called her such a thing before. But it made a memory pop up in her head, who else used to call her princess? ...

Her papa!

But Rod knew this, why would he call her princess? She gave it no thought as she, out of reflex of him looking at her full of excitement, took a glass and gulped it down. It burned horribly in her throat and made her stomach feel disgustingly warm.

Y/N coughed a little, and her expression resembled the one of disgust.

"Pfffft.... I bet you can't even drink two more!", Rod teased, in hopes of this delicate woman in front of him with no experience of alcohom whatsoever drinking a bit more than she would without his push.

"How dare you underestimate me! I'll show you! Women can do just as good as men!", Y/N hissed at rod, gulping 4 shot glasses right after each other.

What a mistake that was.

An hour later, Y/N started to get dizzy. She was obviously heavily tipsy, but not drunk just yet. Rod stopped her as she grabbed another glass, him being actually drunk.

"Woah there Princess. Don't overdo it.", Rod pushed her roughly onto the couch and got on top of her. She had no time to react as Rod tied her hands together with some rope, wherever he got that from on such a short notice.

Y/N was about to say to let her go, but Rod locked all the doors and windows, and took her to his room.

She felt a little uneasy, but the alchohol did make her feel a passion in her womanhood that she's never felt before. She felt warm and gushy inside, and as Rod carried her to his room, she grew increasingly wet.

Once they were in his room, she watched him lock the door and get on top of her. She could feel the increasing hardness of ... something, that she already knew the name of, on her crotch.

"Rod stop... we can't be doing this...", Y/N said, "You know that my parents wanted me to marry rich. I have to be pure for my husband."

She tried to slightly push him off with her hands, but Rod grabbed her tightly. "What did you just fucking say, Y/N?" He stared into her eyes with a crazily obsessed expression.

"You're not going anywhere. I want you, and you're going to submit to my every command.", Rod hissed at her as he unbuttoned his pants, but before taking out his erect member, blindfolding the girl.

"You're mine.", Rod said as he started rubbing his hard cock against her panties, under her skirt. Y/N was startled by this sensation and whimpered, the ice cream man was very pleased.

Her own body was betraying her by clouding her judgement, and Y/N never knew this would happen.

Somehow, out of reflex or some other cause, Y/N tried to reach down to her panties to please herself. But Rod slapped her hand away.

"You don't get to do anything until I tell you to, you understand? You're my fucking slut.", he yelled.

"Y-Yes daddy...", Y/N said without thinking.

"What did you just call me?", he asked with a wide grin on his face as she quickly got emberrassed.

"Don't worry, Daddy will make sure you know who you fucking belong to."

End of this part