What do you think about stepdad!titus who married readers mom for financial gain and status but was never interested in her, he would flip her over and imagine being somewhere else when he had to perform his marital duties that is until he was introduced to her young sweet daughter. He became obsessed with reader, locking her up like rapunzel saying “the world is dangerous for pretty girls like you” and readers mom doesn’t really give a shit she just wants the money and constant vacations so they make a deal, he can have you if she can have a lifetime supply of riches, he’s more then happy to oblige of course.
OH WELL YES
titus danforth x female reader, cw: stepcest, cw: noncon heavy, 1.4k words
your mother’s family was much beloved of mr. le bail. even when they broke the rules, no one from your line had ever exploded. this was extremely valuable to the high council.
when titus took the high seat, he decided that he wanted bloodline immunity for himself. he sent your mother a proposal through mr. le bail’s lawyer, and she accepted instantly. the wedding happened in the satanic temple under danforth lodge the next night. you were still away at university. you found out over the phone. your mother presented it to you as the most wonderful thing possible. “oh, honey. he has the high seat. he’s the most powerful person in the world. that makes us the most powerful people in the world.”
for a month, titus conducted his marital duty with reluctance. your mother did not make a lot of noise. he flipped her over, fucked her, and then collapsed. night in, night out.
when you arrive at the danforth lodge the summer following your freshman year at college, your mom rushes to greet you. “oh, my baby. you haven’t changed a bit. come. meet your new dad.” she leads you through the lodge. oakwood and mounted heads of various exotic animals. you grimace at the sight of a stuffed tiger.
you are having tea with her in the dining room when titus walks in. he raises a brow and takes the seat next to you, not your mother. “well, if it isn’t our lovely daughter.
you shift, uncomfortable under his predatory gaze. your father had died less than a year ago. still, your mother kicks your shin under the table. “say thank you.” heat rises to your cheeks. “thank you.” “dad” your mother fills in. you grimace, looking as if you’ve tasted something sour. “thank you, dad.”
she turns back to titus, giving him her most charming manners. “she has absolutely zero manners sometimes.” he smiles back. it’s cold. “nothing a little discipline can’t fix, i’m sure.”
the entire night at dinner, titus openly touches you. a hand at your back when you stand to go the bathroom. a hand at your lip where a spot of food has appeared. your mother notices, of course she does, you look to her a dozen times. she says nothing, just gives a pursed smile.
you are led to your room upstairs by pernilla. she is a large and imposing woman. you try to make small talk. she doesn’t respond. at first glance, the room is spacious, but sparse, not that you ever kept much decor. a few mementos, here and there. you strip off your clothes, ready to take a scalding hot shower. titus enters without knocking. you cover yourself instinctively. “get out!”
he laughs, and your blood runs cold. “relax, honey. i’m your dad now. dads see their little girls naked all the time. though, we do have some lost years to catch up on.” you shake your head fervently. “i’ll tell my mom!” he gives you a faux pout. “oh, i’m sure you will. and she’ll kiss your hair and tell you to be nice to your new dad, won’t she?”
the awful, terrible thing about that, is that he’s right. he’s so right. your mother would say exactly those words. he takes your face in one hand, smushing your cheeks together. “don’t worry, sweetheart. daddy’s gonna keep you safe from now on.”
he leaves without fucking you that night. just lets his gaze pass over your naked body, assessing. he smiles, a twinkle of amusement visible. “have a good night, princess. sweet dreams.”
you have to get out of here.
the next morning, you wake up early. you repack your suitcase. you tell yourself you will leave this house and titus and your godforsaken mother behind. you drag the suitcase down the stairs, wincing at the noise. you make it to the door when you hear a throat clear behind you. “sneaking out, are we? that’s not good behavior, is it?”
you smile, fake and polite and everything your mother has trained you to be. “it was so lovely meeting you, but my friend has had an emergency. i need to go be with her.” he shakes his head “absolutely not. you’ll stay here. what use could you possibly be in an emergency?” you try to laugh, but it comes out thin. “she needs me. you know how it is.” he tilts his head. “i’m afraid i don’t ‘know how it is,’ what i do know is that my daughter came sneaking down the stairs with her suitcase, about to disappear into the night. clearly, no one has ever taught you the first thing about safety.”
you square your shoulders, attempting to look bigger than you truly are. “i’m an adult. and i’m your wife’s daughter. not yours.” he clicks his tongue. “see. this is what i mean. you think because you’re an ‘adult’ you can just go endanger yourself. not in this house. in this house, little girls are safe and respectful.”
you try to push past him. “you can’t force me to stay.” he grabs you, rough around your wrist. “on the contrary, yes i can.” he drags you upstairs. you scream. writhe. nearly fall to the ground. he throws you over his shoulder and carries you the rest of the way up. he slams you down on your bed. “now. you’re going to stay here and think about how daddy is only trying to keep you safe. i have some issues to sort out with your mother.”
you scream, “you’re insane!” as he locks the door from the outside. you cry, curse, slam your fist against the heavy door. it won’t give. nearly half an hour later, you hear voices outside your door. your mother’s. and titus’s.
“i’ll put this plainly. i think we need to live separately. i’ll keep our daughter. you’ll retain all the benefits of being married to me, i’ll retain all the benefits of being married to you.” there’s barely a pause, your mother’s voice coming instantly “whatever i want, whenever i want it. swear on mr. le bail, and she’s yours.” your heart sinks. no. no. no. do not leave me with this madman. “i swear on mr. le bail, that you may have whatever you want, whenever you want it, if i get to keep the girl.”
the door unlocks, and your mother walks through, a smile plastered on your face. “honey, i’m gonna be away for a bit. i want to travel. dad will take care of you! love you lots!” you scream. “you cannot give me to him!” she pets your hair. “oh relax, sweetie. he likes you. he won’t hurt you.”
your mother leaves soon after that. she gives titus a kiss on the cheek. he says, extremely politely, “i’ll get your things mailed.” anything to get you alone as soon as possible.
the moment the door closes, he stalks back up to your room. he unlocks the door. “you’ll understand why i have to keep you in here soon. you’re just too pretty. you don’t know what men will want to do to you. i do. you just gotta stay here, with me.”
you’re frozen with fear. your one hope at safety, your mother, just left with her trunks packed, not a care in the world. he presses your legs apart, pushing you back on the bed. “spread your legs wide, there we go, just like that.” you try not to look as he undoes his pants, hard cock springing free from dark trousers. he pushes the head of it against your hole. “now, this is going to feel a little funny, okay? stay with me.” you do not say that you’ve had sex before. that would likely anger him. you close your eyes, tight. he groans into your ear. “such a sweet girl. you’re going to learn how to be so good for your dad, won’t you? you just haven’t had a proper parent yet.”
his thumb circles your clit in tight circles, unwilling though you are, your peak approaches. you let out an involuntary whimper. he smiles, pleased. “that’s it. just give in to daddy. i’ll make you feel so good. you won’t ever need anyone else.”
your body spasms, and his soon after. you clutch blindly at the sheets. his cum oozes out around his cock. you feel like throwing up. but he kisses your lips, wrestling his tongue into your mouth. he withdraws, holding your face in his palm. “did that feel good, sweetheart?” you are paralyzed. you are terrified. you nod. “yes, daddy.”
