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One Two

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- sensory deprivation/anal⛓

—juicy and it's tighter than a virgin, like madonna say...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert "Mr Freezy" Pronge x woc!reader

Summary: The one where Robert tests your limits

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: general language warning, anal, sensory deprivation, lil bit of spanking, robert's mean ass, dubcon, restraints, cheating (reader is married), mild violence, mentions of blackmail, lil bit of knife play, anal play, pussy slapping, name calling (robert calls the reader a whore), pet names (toots)

A/N: DAY EIGHTEEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

With your hands handcuffed to the headboard Robert’s made sure that you can’t fight him off when he produces the black leather hood. Robert just smirks when he sees your gaze harden, and you begin to struggle and tug on the long chain of the cuffs that’s looped around one of the metal bars of your bed frame. “Dammit, Robert, that isn’t part of the deal. I let you fuck me, and you don’t tell my husband about my affair, we never said anything about the kinky bullshit you’re always trying to pull.” You spit, trying to avoid having the hood put over your head.

“Yeah, yeah, and that never stops you from creamin’ on my dick like a desperate whore when we try out the new shit.” He taunts you, and you kick out at him and your foot catches him in the stomach. Robert doubles over, coughing slightly before he growls in frustration at you. He surges forward, grabbing you by the throat with one hand and backhanding you across the face with the other hard enough to make your head snap to one side. You can taste blood, tongue prodding at your bottom lip with a wince when you feel the quick burst of pain.

Great. Now I have to explain this to my husband. You think, glaring up at Robert with a look that would make a lesser man wither away in fear and cowardice. Robert just chuckles like he knows a secret, and maybe he does. He's shown you plenty of times before that he knows your body better than even you do sometimes.

“You know how hard my dick gets when you look at me like you wanna kill me, toots.” God you hate it when he calls you that, and you know that he knows it. He says it with a smirk that makes you want to slap it off his face. For a moment you forget about your cuffed hands and try only to grunt in irritation as the man gives your tender cheek a mocking pat. You hate that he’s right though, you always cum when things between you two get intense and experimental. The second he put the cuffs on your arousal was slick between your thighs. Even the way he roughs you up when you try to fight back excites you. Robert is unlike any man you’ve ever known, he’s a stark contrast from your husband and he’s more experienced than the younger partner you’d taken on the side. Robert was also unhinged, and a murderer...leave it to you to find yourself sexually attracted to someone as dangerous and infuriating as Robert Pronge.

“This is ridiculous, just—HEY!”

Robert ignores your protests and roughly shoves the hood over your head and fixes it until it’s properly in place. The first thing you notice is how you can’t see anything through the leather hood, it’s all pitch black. The second thing you notice is that your hearing has been affected. The only sounds that you can make out are your own breathing, the pounding of your heartbeat, and your own voice. Everything else is muted and far away sounding. You try to calm yourself with the knowledge that there’s a hole where your mouth is so you can breathe but it hardly helps. You’re flipped over roughly without warning and you try not to scream out in surprise at the movement. Robert just chuckles, clearly amused as he begins to pull at the laces at the back of the leather hood to secure it in place.

Just like that he’s robbed you of three of your senses. You can’t touch him, you can’t see him, and you can barely hear him. It sets you on edge and leaves you feeling off kilter, you should hate it and you know you shouldn’t trust him when you know what he’s capable of. You can’t help the way you clench around nothing though, and you can’t help the fact that the feeling of helplessness has you feeling needy and hornier than ever.

Robert can see it all clear enough, and watching you tremble in anticipation has his dick twitching. There’s so many things he could do to you right now, so many ways he could hurt you and break you. It bothers him that he doesn’t want to, well not in the way he normally wants to hurt people. Instead it’s a want to hurt you in the ways he knows will bring you pleasure. It’s ego, he tells himself. Just prideful nonsense about being able to give you what your husband and side piece can’t.

Whipping out his knife he pushes the thought away, choosing to instead focus on slipping the sharp edge under your nightie and cutting through it. You let out a squeak of surprise, trembling when you feel the sharp tip gliding lightly down the length of your spine. You whimper despite trying to keep it in, body going still when you suck in a breath. You want to thrash around and scream but you know better than to do that when there’s a knifepoint teasing at you. The danger of the situation and the unknown of what Robert will do next has you dripping down your thighs.

“Oh toots, you’re drippin’ for me.” He says with a sigh, not that you can hear him. He grins when he remembers that you can’t, deciding that he’ll just have to get creative with letting you know that he knows you’re enjoying this despite all your fussing earlier. You feel the tip of the blade drag lightly over the swell of your ass and then it’s between your folds. You suck in a breath and release it with a shaky moan when the flat of the blade taps against your clit. Robert carefully pulls the blade away from your sex, grinning at your slick coating it. He can’t help but bring it to his mouth, licking your tangy sweet taste clean from the blade with a satisfied groan.

He tosses the blade down onto the mattress then, needing to get his hands on you so he can finally get after what he’s been wanting since he caught you letting the pool guy fuck you. His hand comes down hard against your ass, and you jolt with a cry of surprise and pain before you try to wiggle away when you feel his calloused hands spreading the thick globes of your ass to reveal your puckered and untouched hole. You try to shake him off, and it only results in more harsh slaps to your ass until you stop fighting him. Trying to listen to what’s going on you can only make out the far away sound of muffling words but otherwise you don’t register what Robert says. “Can’t wait to split this tight little hole open for the first time.” He growls, running his fingers through your slick and dripping folds to collect your wetness on his digits. You think for a moment that he might sink them into your pussy but instead he presses and teases them against your puckered hole with a toothy grin.

“Robert don’t!” You try, but it’s no use. This isn’t the first time he’s shown an interest in taking your ass, it’s just the first time he’s gotten you into a position where you can’t do anything to stop him. It doesn’t help that he knows he’d be the first man to fuck you this way, and he’s just dying to be the first man to stuff your ass full of cock. You shudder when you feel his index finger prodding at you before it slips past the tight ring of muscle. Then he works his middle finger in beside it and you whine behind your teeth at the foreign sensation. He says something about how you should be grateful that he’s even bothering with stretching you out first, but again you don’t hear him due to the sensory deprivation hood he’s forced you to wear. Because of it you don’t know what to expect next, but you feel everything more intensely and the anticipation only works against you as your reactions are harder to control and hide from him. Like when he presses a third finger into you and you let out a gasping moan that you don’t mean to. You clamp your mouth shut the second it echoes too loudly in your ears but it’s too late and Robert’s already heard it. You can only assume he’s saying all sorts of filthy things behind you as he starts to pump his fingers into your tight hole to open you up.

He’s probably calling you a desperate whore. You think to yourself, clenching around nothing at the thought of it and you hate yourself just a little for how you moan from the feeling of his fingers fucking into your ass. You fool yourself into thinking that it might not be so bad, his fingers are actually starting to feel really good pushing in and out of your ass, but then you feel him replacing them with something much bigger and you cry out into the sheets. You shake your head, convinced that it’s too much and that Robert’s cock is most definitely too big.

Something thick and wet lands against the stretched ring of muscle, and you think it’s his spit but you aren’t sure. All you know is that whatever it is only helps him sink further past the tight ring of muscle. Slowly he fills you inch by inch until you feel impossibly full and the pressure of his cock in your ass has you squirming in a weird mix of pleasure and discomfort. You expect him to simply start hammering away at you, but instead he snakes a hand around your front and lets his fingers roughly circle over your clit until you’re cumming and writhing under him while your slick and juices run over his hand. You feel almost pathetic with how easily he can make you cum even when he’s testing your limits and taking something from you that you never intended to give him.

Robert pulls out of your ass slowly then, strokes his cock with the hand that’s slick with your essence and then he’s plunging back into your puckered hole with a growl of pleasure at the tight squeeze. He takes his time fucking you, enjoying every little sound you make of pain and pleasure until you’re panting under him and subconsciously letting your hips rock back to meet his thrusts. Every sound out of you is loud in your head, and it makes it hard to think of anything else other than trying to chase the strange pleasure that Robert is giving you while he fucks into your ass with increasing roughness. You know he’s holding back, likely wanting to be able to taunt you about how much you enjoy this later when he’s done using your body for his pleasure. With the hood over your head, and no way to distract yourself or pretend that the noises you’re making aren’t coming from you, you know that you won’t be able to deny it. It’s frustrating but you can’t focus on that, all you want now is pleasure and to be filled and your pussy is aching for some sort of attention but with your hands still cuffed to the headboard it’s impossible for you to do anything about it.

You know you have to swallow your pride, and you’re feeling desperate enough to do that. “Robert, please—please touch me. I need more.” You beg him, eyes clenched shut against the darkness that the inside of the hood offers you. You don’t hear him chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through his whole body and it makes you tremble. His fingers strum against your clit, and it gives you just enough to send you spiraling over the edge again. Your body goes tight around him and Robert only takes that as an invitation to fuck you harder, finally letting loose and pounding into your body the way he loves to. You scream into the pillows, thighs trembling as his attention to your clit turns into wet smacks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It has your eyes rolling back, and your mouth hanging open as he fucks you just how he knows you like. The only difference now being that it’s your ass that’s taking the railing from his cock and not your quivering pussy.

“God yes, yes! Fuck me, Robert!” You cry out, losing the battle of trying to hate this vs giving into the fact that your body is loving the rough treatment it’s being shown by the man behind you. You feel his laughter again, and he rewards you with a hard slap to your cunt that makes you sob in pain and pleasure when you cum hard from the sensation. You don’t even notice Robert’s other hand tugging at the laces on the back of the leather hood to loosen it until he rips it off and you’re eyes are hit with the harsh glare of light and your ears are filled with the sound of skin slapping roughly against skin from how hard he’s pounding into your ass.

“There she is, knew a filthy little whore like you would love this shit.” He taunts, and you can hear it in his voice how close he is to cumming from how strained he sounds. You know just how to send him over the edge, and don’t hesitate to do just that.

“Give it to me, Robert. Fill me up, fill my tight ass up with your cum until it’s dripping outta me!” You cry out for him, hips bucking back against his thrusts as they grow more erratic until he’s slamming deep inside you with a roar and his release is filling you. Robert pulls out of you when he’s sure every last drop of his spend is milked from his cock, and he takes the moment to admire the sight of your fucked out hole with a proud grin on his lips. He makes a mental note to make sure he has his phone on hand to take a picture because he’s sure the sight of you all open and dripping for him will make the perfect background.

“We’re gonna have to do this again soon, toots. This ass is too perfect not to fucking ruin again.” He says, letting you go and grinning when your bottom half collapses on the bed. You mumble a few curses under your breath at him, choosing to play as nicely as you can until he uncuffs you. He does, and you’re thankful for all of five seconds before he’s dragging you out of the bed and towards the bathroom. “In fact, I think we’re gonna go for round two right in front of the mirror so you can see just how pretty you look with your ass all stretched out around my cock.”

[geminixevans-stan]

Summer Pop

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Black Reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Tired of doing absolutely nothing, Mr. Freeze gives you something to do.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, dub-con, explicit sexual content, smut (facefucking, anal, explicit use of a popsicle, spanking, face slapping) dead body, some degradation.

A/N: This was self-indulgent I can’t even lie. I have always had a thing for Freezy once I got on this hellsite. Then watching the movie made my love for this man no better. This made me shocked in myself cause whew this man is a menace and deserves nothing but filthy sex. I hope you all like it! Like, comment, and reblog! ♥

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

It was summer… A hellish heat scorching summer and staying in the house was causing you to want to pull your hair out. It wasn’t like you were doing anything in particular. Being out for summer break from uni and not having that many friends, your choice of course. You hated people and you didn’t give a fuck if they liked you. But you needed a change of scenery and you found it at the back of an ice cream truck of all places.

You stumbled upon the ‘Help Wanted’ sign near the truck as you were strolling through the park one day and passed by it. No way you would be giving out ice cream to snotty-nosed kids for the remainder of the summer. Fuck that. Every day you passed by the park and that signed stayed up. Surely people were interested. You finally caved and stood at the window until you were notified of a proof of life.

“The fuck are you doing?! Get away from there!” the voice behind you catching you off guard. Turning around you see the tall, fairly built man walking over to you, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to trespass little girl,” he spoke through clenched teeth as he gripped your arm. Shrugging your arm away from him, you look over to the sign.

You raise your finger to the sign, bringing his eyesight in your direction, “Isn’t that your sign?”

“Yeah… The fuck is it to you,” someone woke on the wrong side of the bed, you thought.

“So, if that’s your sign. I’m interested. Seeming as though nobody else was,” his look of confusion was etched on his face at your observation.

“What’s a pretty thing like you want with this job?”

“Please… Chucking out ice cream all day doesn’t seem that hard. So? You need help or not?” You studied his face a bit before he stalked past you, unlocking the door.

He pulled it open as he stood aside, “Alright get the fuck in and hurry up. Hotter than the Devil’s dick out here,” you gave a light chuckle before walking to the truck, walking up the steps. It was much bigger on the inside than what you assumed from the outside. It wasn’t much, Just two tall freezers on one wall and then the deep freezer close by the window. The mystery man stared at you, arms crossed as you looked around. He would be lying if he didn’t think you were a sight to see but he didn’t have time for that.

He snapped his fingers to get your attention, “Hey! Take a picture. Wanna know about the job or not?” you nodded as you gave him your attention, “Alright. So it is just giving out ice cream. The day starts at 12 PM and ends at 6 PM. Getting it so far?” you nod again “Good. You also have to make sure the truck is clean at the end of the day. That too much for ya toots?”

Looking up at him as one corner of your mouth rises, “Obviously it’s too much for you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t need help.”

“Smart mouth bitch. Kinda like it but whatever. One more thing,” he points over to the deep freezer, “Never open that. It has a lock on it for a reason,” Oh? You hated your curious mind but if he didn’t want it touched then fine.

You nodded over to him, “Deal. Whatcha paying?”

“Twenty an hour too low?”

“Days?”

“Five. Monday through Friday”

“Deal. Got a name?”

“Freezy. ‘s all you need to know. Wanna start now? You can get this day of training and then you’re by yourself,” Fuck it. You didn’t have anything to do and if you stayed in that house one more day. Who knows what you would have done.

Working for Freezy wasn’t bad at all honestly. He was barely around and you usually saw his face on payday. He wasn’t one for conversation and being friendly wasn’t in his forte. Not that you cared, giving out ice cream to the little shits in the park wasn’t as bad as you thought. Some of them were even disgustingly cute.

You were giving out your last creamy confections when you heard the door practically being snatched from the hinges. Quickly turning around, you see a black bag slung at the back of Freezy. You gave him a nonverbal greeting in the form of a nod. Don’t ask, don’t tell right? But a part of you wanted to know what was in that bag.

He looked over at you, once again eyeing your body, “Get the fuck out,” he blurted out, walking over to you as you didn’t budge one bit. Cocking his head to the side he spoke again, “What? Dumb brain doesn’t comprehend? Get. The. Fuck. Out!” You rolled your eyes, walking past him as you opened and shut the door on your way out. Irritation should have set in on you but your soaked panties said otherwise.

The fuck was this man doing to you? All he did was talk to you like he didn’t give a fuck. Why were you so turned on right now? He wasn’t ugly by a long shot but his demeanor screamed dangerous and whatever was in that bag wasn’t more ice cream treats. Making it home wasn’t coming fast enough and the slick coating your thighs glistened against your smooth skin. Spotting a nearby alleyway, you slid in between the two buildings. You crouched down rucking your skirt, pushing your panties aside as you dove two fingers into your aching hole.

The end of the week was here and also meant payday. Freezy wasn’t around after basically kicking you out earlier in the week and part of you was excited to see him. But you wouldn’t let that fucker know that. You looked over at the time, seeing that the end was near and no Freezy. He was usual punctual when it came to dishing out money. Closing the window for the night you began to start the cleaning process. Once done, you did a once over of the truck as your eyes landed on the deep freezer.

It was unlocked.

Had that motherfucker forgotten to lock this shit up? You looked away and took another look. What could possibly be in there, drugs? Like that would make fucking sense why he would want to keep it locked up. That didn’t bother you one bit. Inching closer to the stainless steel storage, you pushed the left door to the side. Plastic… There was something wrapped in plastic. The more you look through the plastic you could make out lips and a nose.

Holy fuck! It’s a body in here. The sound of the door opening alerted who was here and before you could turn around properly, your back was pressed against the wall with a hand wrapped around your throat.

“Just what the fuck are you doing you little bitch! I told you not to touch it right!”

“You fucking left it unlocked you asshole! Let me go!”

“Oh, toots that’s not gonna happen. You wanna end up like that weak bitch in the freezer?” he pressed the pads of his fingers into your flesh, “Do you!?”

You shook your head from side to side, “No! I’m not even gonna tell anyway. Now let me go you crazy fuck!” squirming in his grasp. Shit! Why is this turning you on so damn much? The dead body should have done it. Your body was betraying you in the worst ways and you prayed he never found out. The floor was nonexistent under your feet as he lifted you up higher.

His grip tightened and you swore you were close to passing out, “Little bitch! That mouth is getting on my fuckin nerves. Gonna put it to better use,” your eyes widen as he dropped you to the floor, fisting his fingers in your tight curls as he dragged over to the deep freezer. He gripped your face in one hand slamming your head against the hard metal. The pain was sharp as your eyes prickled with tears.

Freezy made quick work of unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down. Fuck he was huge. It was a good width and the length was a cervix buster. The tip swollen and leaking as he wrapping his fingers around it, “Open up toots. Gonna ruin that throat so you can’t talk for a fucking week,” your lips didn’t budge so he slammed your head against the metal again.

You shrieked, “Fu-!” He thrust into your mouth before you could even finish.

His head leaned back at how wet and warm your mouth was, “Ahh that’s much better you fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up and take my dick,” sliding his dick out to only the tip as he slams back in feeling your throat catch around the head. His pace fast and brutal as your nose met his pelvis over and over again. The tears rolling from your eyes were connecting with the spit and cum drooling down your chin.

Part of you wanted him to stop and the other part wanted to keep his dick down your throat all the time. You pressed your thighs together to alleviate the heat between your legs as she kept his abusive pace of fucking your throat. He pulled out to give you a short breather before slapping your cheek with his slippery dick, pushing it back in, “You-- fuck! Just had to be nosey bitch!” He didn’t care about your gagging or constant coughs, he wanted to ruin you.

Stilling for a moment, he looked down at your face as he slid slowly all the way down your throat. He held the back of your head making you take every inch as your choked and spit around the base as it drooled down his heavy balls. You clawed at his skin, slapping his thighs until his whole body shook with a laugh.

He quickly pulled out gripping your face again to look up at him. Your chest heaved up and down trying to catch your breath, “Is that… the best…. You can do?” you smirked at him, mouth still open to regain your breathing.

“Fuckin stupid bitch,” his hand connecting to your face. He spat on your lips, smearing it over your face with his open palm before dragging you up and bending you over. You were found out as soon as his hand bunched your skirt up showing the backs of your glistening thighs. Dragging his teeth over the skin of his lip, “Knew you were nothing but a fucking whore. That pretty little cunt liked my dick down your throat,” cracking his hand over the globes of your ass.

Clenching around nothing as you felt the sting you felt the gush of slick pool out, “Oh that small thing? I’ve had bigger,” your panties were ripped and he wasted no time pushing into you. You screamed out as he slammed your head down, holding down by your neck.

“What was that? I don’t think a small dick can make you do that toots,” he says while slamming his hips against yours. The stimulation from his balls slapping against your clit, ignited you to snap in no time. Your walls clamping down around him as he didn’t let up from his thrusts. Your wails bouncing off the wails as he lifted and slammed your head down again.

He pulled the door of the deep freezer open pushing your head against the dead body wrapped in plastic, “Keep it up and you’ll be in here with him. I don’t wanna do that and waste this tight cunt.”

Something snapped inside you because instead of crying you began to laugh, “That’s all you got Freezy baby? Weak bitch, I know you can do better than that!” laughing again as he pulled your head back, spitting on your tongue as he pulled all the way out slammed back in causing you to scream again.

“Gotta tell ya toots, didn’t take you for a damn masochist,” pulling your arms behind your back, pushing all the way in hitting your cervix. Your knees buckled, his tip hitting that spot over and over again, “Now shut the fuck up and take my dick,” groaning as you clamped around him again, “Fuck this cunt is amazing. I might not kill you after all.”

Getting annoyed by him already you screamed, “Just shut up and fuck me already!” that must have been the wrong thing to say because he pulled out causing you to whine at the loss.

Feeling the sting of his hands on your ass you yelped in agonizing pleasure, “Stay you mouthy bitch,” you heard the freezer open and the crinkle of plastic. He stepped back behind you pressing something cold to the tip of your clit, your back arching at the change in temperature.

That changed once your cheeks were spread and a warm glob of spit connected to your puckered hole, “What the fu-”

All the breath knocked out of you as you felt him thrust deep in your asshole. No one has ever been there and all the pain was felt around him, “Oh fuck toots! Tight little hole is gonna make me jizz it so good.” you couldn’t talk from how much his intrusion hurt. The tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You fucking asshole!

His entire chest shook as he let out another laugh, “That’s right toots. I’m fucking this ass. Hole. right. Here.” thrusting with each punctuation. You screamed with each stroke feeling the cold object rub your clit, sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Freezy snaked his hand down collecting your slick and rubbing over your hole, sliding back and forth easily. Your eyes fluttered as his cock in your ass started to feel good, pushing up against him.

The coldness moved from your clit, pushing into your unfilled hole, “Oh fuck! What is that?!” He slaps your ass again, pulling out as he leans over your body pressing his lips to your neck, “Don’t like it toots? Just something to cool that attitude,” leaning back up to take your ass again. He splayed his free hand at the small of your back making you arch automatically. Slamming back in he let the object in your pussy match his thrusts, your juices spurting out with every stroke

“Fu-uck, That feels so good! Gonna make me cum,”

“Go on toots I don’t give a fuck.”

“Fuckfuckfuck!” screaming out, both holes squeezing as your ride your orgasm out. You felt his hips stutter against, his hand gripping your hips as he fucked into your fast and hard.

Placing his lips to back he nipped the skin while breathing heavily, “gonna fill this ass up toots and you better take all of it,” straightening back up as he pummeled your cheeks until he stilled and shot ropes of his spend in the tightness of your ass his mouth hanging open as he let out the filthiest sounds. He fell over, resting against you as he pulled the coldness from you.

You felt something prod at your lips, too spent to care as you opened up. Freezy pushed the popsicle in your mouth as you tasted the sweetness and your juices at the same time. He blew out a breath looking at your suck and swirl your tongue on the sweet ice, “Fuck, that’s a sight toots,” he pulled it from your mouth, bringing you down to the floor with him.

He enveloped you in his arms, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Better than I thought toots. Knew you weren’t a rat the day I hired you,” snuggling up against his chest you looked up at him.

“You’re still a crazy fuck,” you say lazily as he stroked your back.

He smirks down at you swatting your ass, “Yeah and you just might be a crazy bitch. Let’s test that out.”

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Masterlist

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Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 || Dark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

[onsunnyside]

𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

[spookiekewchie]

Spider in the Roses (part iii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x soft dark!reader

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Summary: The one where you find out exactly what Robert has on you. 

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, mention of murder, general language warning, suggestive language, kinda a threat of noncon if you squint, robert being a creep, mentions of a possible concussion (idk if that needs to be a warning but..), kidnapping, blackmail, language, also there is an age gap present, reader is in her 20′s, i’m thinking robert is in his mid to late 30′s.

A/N: Part 3 and Robert is on his bullshit ayyeee, also this series is probably going to be more of a modern au type deal. @geminixevans​ & @bucksmotel​ not sure if yall wanted me to keep tagging you in these lmk so i’m not accidentally annoying.​ Anyways as stated before this is a dark fic and will deal with lots of dark themes so read at your own discretion and heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Pardon any errors or typos please. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Your head felt like it was splitting, the pain in your temple making you wince as you carefully opened your eyes and tried to look around. Where the hell were you, and why did it feel like you were moving? And was it so fucking dark. You tried to sit up, but you found yourself cramped into a small space. Dread filled you then...were you in a trunk? It would explain the pitch black, the cramped space, the road noise that was now filling your ears, and the feeling of moving. 

You reacted as your mind finally caught up with your situation and registered the danger. Screaming, kicking, and beating your fists against the closed trunk. 

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” 

You could hear the voice from the front of the car bellowing out, but it was muffled and oddly familiar. No matter, you didn’t stop, if there was an off chance that someone would hear you in the trunk then you’d keep it up in hopes of someone coming to your rescue. What you didn’t take into account was the vehicle suddenly veering off into a different direction and coming to a harsh stop that had you jostling roughly in the trunk before you heard the sound of a door slamming hard. 

Get ready. Your mind screamed, quickly you kicked off your heels and managed to grab one to use as a weapon. You were not about to try to make a daring escape in six in heels, you’d seen enough movies to know just how fucking stupid that could end. Body coiling in anticipation, you listened to the sound of stomping footsteps that grew louder the closer your captor came to the trunk. All you needed to do was get one good kick in to knock them back enough so that you could jump out of the trunk and run. The second the trunk opened you struck, foot kicking out hard and landing against a man’s stomach hard enough that he stumbled back just as you planned. Then you were springing from the trunk and tearing off into a staggering run as the sudden dizziness hit you from going upright too fast, not to mention the fact that you likely had a concussion from being hit in the head. At least you're assuming you'd been hit in the head from the pain you were feeling. 

You made it to the front of the car, hope springing in your chest as you spied the distant lights of civilization far away. And then that hope swiftly died when you felt your body being yanked back into a hard chest. Your high heel dropped from your hand, and your feet kicked out wildly as you tried to struggle your way free. You thrashed and screamed despite all the signs that there was no one in the abandoned lot that you were in. Air rushed from your lungs when you finally found yourself carelessly bent over the hood of a sedan. The dress you wore rode up, and you cursed yourself for agreeing to get all dressed up for a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to. Well...you certainly weren’t going now. 

"Oh little rose, unless you're planning on taking care of my cock I suggest you stop all this struggling." You knew that voice, and there was only one person that called you by that pet name. He leaned over you, close enough for the warmth of his breath to hit the back of your neck, and for the cheap aftershave he wore to fill your nostrils and leave you nauseated. "Because you're making me hard, and I got no problem splitting that tight little snatch open."

He laughed when you stilled instantly, making a point of pressing his hips forward into you as he pushed your still throbbing head hard into the metal of the hood before he hauled you upright by a painful grip on your hair. He used that grip to all but drag you to the back passenger side door before wrenching it open roughly and shoving you into the vehicle. You’d barely managed to get your fingers inside the door before he slammed it shut and the second he was on the other side you tried to open the door only to find that you couldn’t. The bastard had equipped the child lock, you didn’t bother checking the other one. Not with the withering look that the man gave you from the rearview mirror. Briefly though your eyes drifted to the window, considering your chances of getting it down and climbing out of it before he could get to you. You knew you didn’t have a chance of that, but he still felt the need to speak up and kill the idea. 

“Go for the window and I’ll put my knife through your fucking hand.” 

Your hand snaps back into your lap, a hard glare thrown at the man in the driver seat as he began to pull away from where he’d parked. There was a long moment of silence before you spoke, unable to stop yourself from questioning him. “Where are you taking me?” 

He said nothing to you, but you could make out the sound of his irritated mumbling. 

“Hey asshole! Where the fuck are you taking me?” That temper of yours flared when he ignored you, the insult and demanding words flying past your lips before you could stop yourself. The man shot a dark look at you through the rearview mirror, but you could have sworn that you saw the start of a smirk tugging on his lips. “If you’re going to murder me at least have the decency not to throw me in a ditch.” You grumbled under your breath, and if you heard a huff of a laugh you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. The fact that he was finding any humor in this sent a cold chill of dread slithering up your spine as you forced your gaze to go to the window. You’d find out your fate sooner rather than later as he continued to drive in relative silence, while you remained in the backseat still nursing a headache. 

Everything was a blur, until you noticed the sedan beginning to slow. You peered out the front of the car, eyes narrowing in suspicion as the ice cream truck you’d grown accustomed to seeing on campus came into view. You stayed put as he came to a stop beside it, turning the car off and getting out to make his way around to the passenger side. You didn’t move when he opened the door, and that only resulted in him reaching in to grab your arm hard enough to bruise as he dragged you out of the back seat and shoved you towards the doors at the back of the ice cream truck. “If I were you I’d stop being so fucking difficult, especially with how much money you cost me.” 

Your brows drew together in confusion, what the fuck was he talking about? You didn’t cost him any money...unless he was talking about the damn bomb pops you had never paid for. “If this is about the bomb pops I can pay you for those.” You blurted out, of course you didn’t know about the body in the deep freezer or the fact that you’d taken out his target and cost him half the payment that he should have received for the job had he been able to complete it the way he intended. 

Robert’s expression was one of confusion, clearly having forgotten all about those damned popsicles. “The fuck are you talking about? Get the fuck inside the god damn truck.” He didn’t give you much of a choice, shoving you in and leaving you to scramble up to your feet as he climbed in behind you and slammed the doors shut. 

“What the fuck are you talking about then? I haven’t cost you anything?!” You snapped again, irritated and once again letting your temper flare as you jerked away from the man as he reached to grab for you again. You were trying his patience, and he was trying yours. Foolishly you were feeling bold though, the memory of the man you’d killed told you what you were capable of and your mind was already rationalizing a second murder. All you needed was a weapon.  

“You’ve cost me quite a bit, and you’re going to make it up to me until I’ve decided that you’ve paid it back.” There was a pause, and then the flash of a gun at his hip when his jacket moved as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “Open the freezer, see for yourself.” 

Your eyes lingered on the spot where you knew his gun rested for a moment before you dared to redirect your gaze to his face. The cocky fucker was smirking, clearly waiting for you to try and get that gun off his hip. The boldness died in that instance. Somehow you knew that wouldn’t end well for you so you swallowed your pride, and told yourself to just go along with it for now. Anything to assure your continued survival. Moving closer to him to stand in front of the deep freezer you let out a breath, casting a wary glance at him before focusing on the freezer door. You still had no idea what he was talking about, but apparently the answers were in the deep freezer so without a word you pulled it open and looked in. 

There was no reaction from you as you peered down at the frozen body. You knew exactly who that was, you could recognize him clear as day despite the damage you’d done that night. The memory came flooding back vividly, and for a moment you swore you could smell the fresh blood and feel it coating your fingers again. Outwardly your expression was impassive, giving nothing away. You stood there, blinking down at the dead man’s face for a moment before uttering a single word. “Fuck.” And that was the only reaction you would or could give at the moment. Pulling your hand back the freezer door closed and you simply stood there staring at the harmless looking freezer as you tried to make sense of all this. 

“Damn, you can be one cold bitch.” You jumped slightly at the voice coming from directly behind you. You had zoned out, caught up in being confronted with your fatal crime that you hadn’t even registered the very much alive and dangerous man moving to stand behind you. You spun on your bare feet, pressing yourself back as far as you could managed between him and the edge of the deep freezer. 

“That doesn’t prove anything, it’s a body in a freezer. What does that have to do with me?” There wasn’t anything that could prove you’d committed the murder that you could see, but something about the way he smirked at you made you nervous. 

“It doesn’t, but the broken bottle that you used to stab him repeatedly has your prints and his blood all over it. And the slutty little dress you wore, that’s got his blood all over it too, not to mention your DNA.” He let that simmer in the air for a moment as he smirked cruelly down at you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got’em both in a safe place. All you need to worry about is what you’re willing to do to keep it that way.” 

“You’re lying.” You challenged, hoping against hope that this was just all an elaborate bluff. That hope died when you watched him reach into a drawer and pull out a very familiar crystal encrusted clutch. There was only one place he could have gotten your bag from, and a look inside confirmed it was yours. Right there was your ID, your credit card, even the cash you’d stuffed into the little bag that night. “I—why are you doing this?” The cold indifference cracked with the proof that he held your future in his cruel hands. It was something that you knew would likely bother you later, the reminder that you felt no remorse for the act but only regretted that you could face prison if you were ever found out. 

“Like I said, you cost me money. I was supposed to take that fucker out nice and clean, leave him able to have an open casket so the family could say goodbye.” Fuck, Mr. Freezy was a hitman? Shit, shit, shit...you were fucked. “But you, and your little sexy rage murder fucked that right on up didn’t you? Got my fucking payday cut down to fucking half of what I’m owed.” He growled out the last part and you shook your head, this was not happening. What type of fucked up luck did you have to land you in this situation? 

“That isn’t my fault, the asshole attacked me! He got what he fucking deserved!” You insisted, a flare of hot anger rushing through you before you were gasping for air when a strong hand was suddenly squeezing around your throat. 

“It’s your fucking fault if I say it is. Now I can either leave everything I have somewhere for the cops to find, or you can be a good girl and work off your debt.” He held you firm in his grasp, unphased by you trying to pry his fingers from around your throat as you squirmed and struggled while he easily overpowered you. “What’s it gonna be, little rose?” All you could manage was a weak nod, hoping he’d take that as an answer and let you go before he made you his next victim. His fingers loosened, hand dropping away from your throat to leave you gasping and coughing as air rushed into your lungs. He didn’t back away, choosing to stand there, crowding your space while he looked down at you with an expectant brow raised. 

“What do you want me to do? Sling popsicles and ice cream cones?” Your voice came out strained, and your headache was worse now. 

He shook his head, that same cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked you over slowly as if considering a very different option. You shuddered despite yourself, hating the dress you wore even more. "No, you're going to work a few jobs with me. Lend me a helping hand to make up for all the fucking trouble you've caused me, and to thank me for cleanin' up the damn mess you left behind that night." Surprisingly that didn’t make you feel better. 

You didn’t know what was worse, thinking that he was going to murder you, worrying that his plan for repayment would involve something more physical, or the fact that he wanted you to help him in his murder for hire business. Your head still hurt, and this wasn’t helping at all. In fact trying to think about any of this was making your head hurt even more. “I’m not a killer.” You muttered dumbly, but the body in the freezer said otherwise. “Not a professional killer.” You quickly added, attempting to sidle away from the man as you held your pounding head. He caught you by the arm, his iron grip keeping you where you were. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you agonized over the options. Prison or let yourself get pulled into a world of murder? Selfishly you already knew what your decision would be. You'd already proven that you'd do anything to survive, both you and the menacing man knew it. 

"Fine,” you muttered, “not like I have a choice."

He grinned, cocky and satisfied that he had you under his thumb just like he wanted. "Good girl."

[spookiekewchie]

Spider in the Roses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x soft dark!reader

Summary: You weren’t part of his plans, but a case of wrong place wrong time puts you on his radar. 

PART 2

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, this chapter is from Robert’s POV, death threats, murder, Robert being a creep, mentions of future stalking, language

A/N: I was enabled to start this series by @geminixevans​ & @bucksmotel​ so blame them not me. This chapter is from Robert’s POV, the next will be from our readers. Anyways as stated before this is a dark fic and will deal with lots of dark themes so read at your own discretion and heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Pardon any errors or typos please. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

It should have been a simple job, real simple. Get close to the mark, spray a little cyanide in his face and dance away like nothing happened. Only problem was the bitch that he had glued to his side all night. Some pretty young thing that was trying to wriggle her way out from under the mark’s arm. Pronge simply sat back and watched, reevaluating his choices. He could take them both out, but it’d be a little suspicious having two people in such close proximity die of the same unexplainable symptoms. He could feel the frustration beginning to settle in, he didn’t need this shit getting complicated. Gaze narrowed behind his glasses, Robert perked up slightly as he noticed the mark getting frustrated with the pretty inconvenience. 

Pushing off from where he had been blending in at the bar, Robert spied the way the man’s grip on the girl’s arm tightened when she tried to pull away. He bet there would be bruises left behind, not that he particularly cared. She was still an inconvenience and he just wanted to get this job done so he could get paid and move on. 

Drifting out the back door of the club he glanced around, not seeing either the girl or the mark he grit his teeth. Ready to let loose a string of expletives he paused when he heard the tell-tale sound of glass breaking, and the sound of a man’s voice. 

“You bitch! You fucking cut me!” 

“I’ll do worse if you don’t back the fuck off you piece of shit!” 

Was that the inconvenience? Well this just got interesting. Robert peered around the corner, unseen as he remained in the dark shadows. His bright blue gaze took in the sight before him. The pretty inconvenience stood there, a broken bottle in her trembling hands as she held it between herself and the prick that Robert had been hired to kill. Judging from the large gash against the man’s cheek he’d already tried his luck. He would have laughed if he weren’t so interested in seeing just what the sweet looking thing in front of him would do if pressed further. 

“I’ll kill you, I know where you work, where you go to school, I know where you fucking live bitch! I’ll find you and kill you.” The mark spat, and to Robert’s surprise the man lunged at the girl. It was likely that he didn’t expect her to follow through with her threat. That was a miscalculation because faster than Robert could blink she’d stabbed her hand forward and jabbed it into the man’s chest. Robert watched wide eyed, a twisted smirk on his lips he watched the cheap shirt that the man wore tear under the jagged edges of the glass bottle. She had apparently struck deep, blood pouring from the wound as the mark reeled back only to lunge again. This time the man’s bloody hands found purchase around the girl’s throat and squeezed.  

That was when hell seemed to break free. Her shriek of fury and fear was absolutely terrifying, even to Robert’s ears and there wasn’t much that made him jump in surprise. But she had managed it, surprising him with the violence that she lashed out with. Her hand slashed and stabbed with the bottle until the would be attacker was falling back, and slumping against the brick siding of the building he’d dragged her behind. 

The little rose has thorns. Robert thought to himself, watching as she followed the body down as it slid to the ground. 

Briefly, he had half a mind to reveal himself just to tell her that she could make the man anymore dead. Instead, Robert stood there palming his dick through his pants as he watched her little act of brutality. He might have started off irritated at her presence, but now Robert couldn’t help but admire the way the crimson splotches of blood splattered against her. It soaked into parts of her little black dress, making it cling to her body. Little splatters landed against her face and the exposed flesh that the dress didn’t cover. 

Sure she was pretty, but seeing her like this? Well for someone as twisted as Robert Pronge it was one of the sexiest things he’d seen in a long while. 

“Shit...shit, shit, shit...FUCK! What did I do, what did I fucking do?” Even her panicked voice had his cock growing harder, and Robert was seconds away from simply snatching her up himself when she suddenly bolted as she furiously wiped the blood from her skin. 

Now it was Robert’s turn to curse. She was gone, and he was left with a mess and a hard cock. It would have been easy to leave the body and the evidence there for someone else to find. The broken bottle was sure to have her prints all over it, the body likely had her DNA, and then there was the purse she’d dropped in the middle of the altercation. Robert stepped out of the shadows and picked up the small crystal encrusted handbag, rifling through it and pulling out the little murderess’ driver’s license. He spoke the name printed on it, as if he were testing it out on his tongue before he slipped the ID back into the handbag and decided he’d hold onto it for the time being. 

As for the body and the evidence? Well Pronge managed to clean it all up without being seen, saving the broken bottle in a plastic bag just in case. 

Once it was all said and done he made the call the next day, explaining that the hit went down but not as cleanly as they had intended while leaving the presence of the girl out. No open caskets for the prick currently chilling in his deep freezer. 

“That’s not what the fuck we agreed on.” 

“Yeah well shit happens, either way the fucker’s dead and I still expect to get paid.” 

Silence. 

“Hey! Did you hear what the fuck I said?” 

“Yeah I heard you.” A huff and a few choice words later. “Fine. I’ll pay. Half of what we agreed on since you had to go and fuck it up.” 

“We didn’t agree on half you f—”

“We agreed on a clean, untraceable kill that looked like natural causes. Not a fucking gangland special! You can take half or nothing at all.” 

“Fine. Have my money ready for me to pick up tomorrow.” Robert said nothing else until the phone was hung up. Cursing and slamming the receiver of the payphone down before he stalked back over to his truck with a menacing glower. 

A glinting from the passenger seat caught his gaze, the handbag that the little rose had left behind. An idea struck him then, this was technically her fault. She’d been the wrench thrown into the works and it had been her that left the body in such a state that now Robert was only going to get paid half of what he was owed. As far as he was concerned she owed him, not only had he spared her, but he’d cleaned up her mess as well. Yeah a plan was forming, he just needed to do a little recon first. Find out her habits, and patterns and then he could figure out the best way to get her right where he wanted her.

[spookiekewchie]

Spider in the Roses (part ii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x soft dark!reader

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Summary: The one where you briefly meet Mr. Freezy. 

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, mention of murder, female masturbation, robert being a creep, stalking, language, terrible friends (idk i feel like it’s a warning), also there is an age gap present, reader is in her 20′s though and i’m thinking robert is in his mid to late 30′s.

A/N: Here’s part two. Again I’m tagging @geminixevans​ & @bucksmotel​ for enabling this. This chapter is from our readers pov (as promised). Part 3 coming soon since I’m on the Freezy train to hell now. Anyways as stated before this is a dark fic and will deal with lots of dark themes so read at your own discretion and heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Pardon any errors or typos please. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You had killed a man, and surprisingly, you didn’t feel any remorse for taking a life. Your mind had already rationalized it. He had been harassing you all night, he’d tried to assault you, he threatened you, and attacked you. You’d warned him, he got what he deserved. A dark voice in the back of your mind had said, and you hadn’t questioned it. The world was cruel and it was survival of the fittest. You’d be damned if you let some two pack a day wanna be gangster be the one to take you out. That wasn’t even the worst part though, no that came after you’d made it home without incident. Your roommate was already asleep, and you were grateful for that because she would have asked questions that you didn’t feel like answering. 

Making a beeline to the shower you stripped off the dress the second you were safely behind in the bathroom with the door locked. Quickly you threw it into a trash bag, and jumped into the shower. The adrenaline was still coursing, and you were still on edge, hands still shaky as they scrubbed the blood and grime from your skin. You were still keyed up, feeling jittery and frustrated as you felt a pang of need hit you. Before you knew what you were doing your fingers were between your thighs as you desperately rubbed at your clit. Your moans were muffled into your other hand, head pressing hard against the shower wall as you brought yourself to a quick climax that did just enough to take the edge off. You felt calmer afterwards, though you knew you shouldn’t, and the rest of your shower was uneventful as your mind raced with thoughts about what you would do when the police eventually came to cart you away for murder. 

There was no way you wouldn’t get caught, you knew that. Hell, you’d left the murder weapon, and your purse behind. You knew it even as you tossed your bloody dress in the dumpster to be collected the next day when the trucks came. That was the worst part for you, knowing that you’d gotten off on the adrenaline rush that came with killing, and that you were only upset that you’d be facing jail time once the body was found. 

At least that was what you had assumed...but nothing happened. 

You'd never been more on edge than you were in the days following the bloody incident behind the club. Yet a week had passed and the news hadn’t even reported the murder. It made no sense and instead of feeling relief it only had you worrying more. You were so caught up in waiting for the moment that the cops would arrive that you didn’t even notice the ice cream truck that seemed to always be parked nearby no matter where you were. It wasn’t until it showed up on campus that you finally took notice, and only because one of your friends was practically begging you to go grab them something from the truck. 

That’s how you met him. Mr. Freezy, as everyone called him. 

“What do you want?” Had been his gruff greeting as he slammed the sliding window open. He hadn’t even bothered to look up at you as he spoke, seemingly irritated at being bothered by a potential customer. 

“Well I wanted a couple bomb pops, but if you’re busy I can go.” The sound of your voice seemed to catch his attention in an instant, and just like that the gruff demeanor evaporated as he smiled at you. You tried not to stare, not expecting the bright blue of his eyes or the handsome face under the too big square glasses that he wore. Yeah he was handsome, but there was something about the way he smiled at you that made you want to turn around and go the other way. 

“No no, you stay right there.” He spoke before you could turn and walk away, taking a moment to let his gaze sweep over you for a moment. You tried not to shift uncomfortably, something in the way he looked at you made you think that maybe he recognized you or something. “Two bomb pops. Here you go, sweetheart.” The pet name rolled off his tongue almost predatorily as he reached through the window to hand you the popsicle. Your fingers grazed his, and you swore you’d never felt more trapped than you felt in that moment. 

“Uh, thank you.” You rushed out, turning on your heel and making a quick retreat. The whole while you could feel his eyes on your back, and it wasn’t until you were back with your friends and you saw his truck pulling off that you realized you hadn’t paid the man. 

He was back again the next day, and the ones that followed, it seemed no matter the time of day you could spot the ice cream truck. He was there, always there and while it seemed strange to you at first, everyone around you thought it was you that was the strange one for having an issue with an ice cream truck driver selling ice cream and popsicles to college students. It was just like your friends to disregard you like that, not seeing the things that you did. To them Mr. Freezy was just a nice man selling frozen treats. They didn’t have to live with the feeling that he was watching them, or suspect that every time they said more than two words to him that he was undressing them with his eyes. You learned long ago not to press things with your friends, it was easier to just pretend you were just as oblivious to the things going on around you. 

You pushed it to the back of your mind soon enough, making every effort to avoid the truck and the man inside it whenever you could. For a while your plan to avoid Mr. Freezy all together was going well enough, right up until the day that you weren’t so lucky. Your group of friends practically dragged you over to the truck despite your insistence that you didn’t want anything, apparently it was funny to them that you had such an aversion to the man. Especially when you couldn’t explain what it was about him that set you so on edge. Truthfully you didn’t even know, it was just something in the way he either constantly watched you or the way he always had that knowing smirk on his lips as if he knew some deep dark secret. 

“Well, well...if it isn’t the little rose, what can I get you?” Of course he would single you out, and your friends hadn’t missed it either if their tittering giggles from behind your back were anything to judge by. God you hated them some days. 

 “You don’t have anything I want.” You replied flatly, your gaze locked on his bright blues for a moment in what felt like a small battle of wills before you eventually let your gaze drop. Oblivious as always to your discomfort your friends just continued to giggle and finally one of them attempted to ask for something. 

“Sorry, I’m closed for the day. Check back tomorrow.” The switch in his tone was jarring. One second he almost sounded friendly when speaking to you, and the next he was cold and indifferent to your friend. How could they not see that as strange? How had you gotten saddled with this group of idiots? You huffed, turning on your heel to walk off as the others pouted and complained about your attitude. 

“Whatever, I guess I can just get a pint of overpriced ice cream from the cafe. Anywho...don’t forget the party is tonight. I expect you bitches to show up.” One of them finally said, loudly diverting the conversation from you to the nights plans. 

You suppressed your groan, you’d forgotten all about the party that your group of friends had been invited to. You still weren’t ready to attend large gatherings so soon after the bloody end to your last attempt at going out. Not that you could tell any of your friends that, they’d just ask questions that you wouldn’t be willing to answer and you’d end up agreeing to go anyway. Silently you resigned yourself to suffering an evening surrounded by drunken idiots.

Little did you know that you wouldn’t make it to the party, Robert would make sure of that.