#rufo one shot

[spooky-raccoon]

His Shirt (Rufo One Shot)

Just the idea of Rufo catching his S/O wearing his shirt in the morning.  This originally just a short one shot idea but it ended up being 2k words.  Oops.

Rufo X Female Reader

Tag List: @lifesbigmistery​ @chii2blog​ @the-clown-crypt​ @booklover2929​

        Rufo woke up that morning, a little groggier than usual but it was his first night back home after a longer than usual job.  Of course with coming back he had to make sure his girl had some fresh marks and remind her who she belonged too.  As he woke up he realized that his baby doll wasn’t beside him.  Perhaps she had to get up to use the restroom?  That was always her first prerogative, even at the crack of dawn.  Or she got up early to make them breakfast?  That was something she loved to do when he was back. He swear sometimes she was trying to get him to gain some weight on his bones.  He couldn’t find his shirt that he had worn the night before, but he did pull on his sweatpants so he could walk through the home.  He didn’t bother with his human skin, he didn’t need to when he was at home.  Home. Besides, she always loved his true appearance more.  It was nice to his clowny self instead of having to keep it hidden away.

        He had a pleasant smile on his face when he strolled into the kitchen and that’s where he spotted her.  He had been right on his guess that she was making them breakfast.  Her back was too him and she had some music playing quietly enough that he hadn’t heard it from the bedroom which he could hear she was humming along too.  Dream Lover from Bobby Darin, a personal favorite of the two.  You could even say it was their song, but he wouldn’t say that just yet at least.  She was also wearing his shirt.  It was rather cute since it was so large on her.  It just barely covered her ass, accentuating it nicely.  She had to roll up the sleeves so she could mix the pancake batter that I could see her working on.  A smile grew on his face as he just admired the way she did her little bopping to the song and listened to her as she sang along.  

        As the song ended that’s when he made his move.  He was quiet as he slipped up behind her and then slid his long arms around her waist.  She jumped in his arms, letting out a loud gasp, even a tiny yelp.  He loved those the most.  

       “Did I spook you there doll?  My bad.”  He chuckled by her ear and she gave him a playful swat that was accompanied with a small huff.

        “Rufo, it’s a good thing I wasn’t cooking just yet.  Would have given me a burn.”  He watched her over her shoulder as she got back to stirring. That’s when he let his hand travel down to her hip and lift up the shirt just barely.  His finger then traced over a small rose he had burned into her skin the last time he had visited.  He had wanted to make it clear to her that she was his now.  A little bit of a branding.  He could tell by the touch it had healed well which pleased him.

        “I’ve already done that doll.  I remember you liking it a lot too.”  He let out a laugh as he set the shirt back down and held her tighter. “Whatcha making for us this morning, hm?”

        He could see her cheeks starting to turn pink and even with his hold on her, she managed to fidget a little bit.  Signs she was getting turned on by his light teasing.  He had learned her little ticks and even the bigger ones that really got her going rather quickly.  He enjoyed pushing her buttons, seeing the little reactions on her face. They were cute and they gave him thoughts.  Plenty of thoughts just like now.  Especially as he watched his barely buttoned up shirt on her expose more of her chest as she wiggled.  He could see some of the fresh bites he had placed on her the night before.  They were bruising rather nicely which only made him grin wider.

        “Chocolate chip pancakes.”  Her words were quick as she grabbed the bag of chips to add to the batter.

        “That sounds deliciously sweet doll.”  

        He let her pour a decent amount into the batter and stir it in, letting her get relaxed.  Nothing wrong with a bit of false sense of security.  It only got her more worked up too.  It could make her a little bratty too and needy, but it was too early for that sort of behavior.  With the mixing done and when her hands were free he spun her around.  She couldn’t get much of a gasp out as his mouth met hers in a rough but passionate kiss.  One hand of his cupped the back of her neck and the other hand went to bring up the bottom of the shirt.  Soon her hands were pressed against his chest and he could feel her legs parting already for him.  That made him grin that demented perfect grin of his.  She was always so ready and eager to obey him, he hardly had to lift a finger.

        He pulled away from the kiss and lowered down, making sure to give her breasts that were spilling out a loving nip on top of the existing bites. It made her whine melt into a loud moan. She was so sensitive, just like how he wanted her.  He could feel her hands already slipping into his hair which he always enjoyed.  He finally settled on his knees and as he did he swung one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing herself to him.  No panties which only made him more pleased. She had learned the rules quickly. And she was already dripping wet from the little attention she had been given.

        “What a naughty thing you are baby girl.  I make you cum over and over last night and you’re still eager for me. Probably still sore too but I know you don’t mind.”  One of his hands traveled up her thigh and started to rub over her clit.  She ground into his fingers desperately with her head starting to tilt back.  She quickly brought it back forward since she knew better.  He wanted to see every little detail on her face as he pleased her.

        “O-Of course, Rufo.  You’re the only one who can make me feel s-so good.”  She only stuttered a little and her cheeks were nearly red as apples themselves.

        “Damn right, I am.”  That’s when he slid two fingers into her.  He had plenty of ease with how wet she already was.

         As he started to pump his fingers he ran his tongue over her clit, circling it and sucking on it the way she liked.  He felt her grind on his face and he let her.  It wasn’t exactly lazy morning sex but no reason to be all bite this early in the day.  He also wanted to feel her enjoying herself.  The whines and mewling she made as she tried to get closer to a climax were intoxicating.  That’s when he felt his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants twitch painfully in their constraints.  Sweatpants could only be comfortable for so long.  So he freed himself with his free hand and began to stroke himself with it while keeping up the licks.

        He decided she could cum early and he started to pump his fingers faster, curling them just a little bit so they could get her in all the right places every time.  That really got her going.  Her head thrown back as she cried out.  Her hands firmly gripping and tugging on his hair that made him moan out.  His tongue worked it’s magic and it didn’t take much longer for her to come undone above him.  He had to stop his stroking and hold her hip to keep her steady as she bucked and writhed on his face.  He made sure she was done and coming down from her climax before pulling his fingers out then licking them clean.  He always loved the way she tasted and lost herself into the pleasure he gave her.

        With his fingers clean he gently set her leg down and stood up. Her arms naturally moved around his shoulders as he came up which made it easier as he picked her up.  He had a firm grip on her ass as her legs swung to be around his waist.  They still had a slight shake to them which made him chuckle lowly.  She was still eager despite just having an orgasm.  She couldn’t get enough of him and truth be told, he couldn’t get enough of her either.  It was never enough for him before he had to leave again.  So he took one of the few moments to really enjoy the feeling of sinking her down onto his cock.  Her walls were still pulsing and that made him let out a low growl like groan.

        In the middle of the kitchen he bounced her up and down on his cock. Their foreheads pressed together, half lidded eyes hazed over with lust and passion staring back into the others. Moans, whines, and grunts was all that was heard between the slapping of skin to skin.  Neither of them had even noticed the loud thump on the door when the morning paper hit it.  Nothing outside of the kitchen mattered at that moment.  In between his grunts and huffs he purred sweet words to her, telling her how good she felt around him, that she was his and he would be damned if anyone tried to change that, how much he enjoyed fucking her.  She couldn’t say much back but she hung onto every word, making small attempt to reply which gave him his smirk.  And the more he fucked into her the more her words were getting strained.  She was getting close again and he could feel it.  He could feel himself get close to with the tightness in his balls getting more intense.  That was fine.

        He doubled his efforts and that’s when she let out her screams. Not in pain but in ecstasy as her body rushed to its second climax.  It didn’t take long for her to go over the edge once more, soaking his cock and tightening around it for all her worth.  Her legs that were around his waist squeezed him and stuttered their hold.  That spelled the end for him.  His face turned into a snarl has he slammed her down a few more times before sinking fully into her, letting himself cum inside her.  He rolled his own head back as he bucked up with each pump of his cock, feeling his cum join with her own fluids.  She whimpered softly as she was starting to come down from the sensation again, her head falling onto his shoulder.  He could hear her breathing hard and her heart thumping against his chest.  His beat hard with hers and it was a moment together where everything felt right.  When he felt like his legs could move again he sat her down on the table by them.

       “You get cleaned up real quick doll.  I’ll take over breakfast than we can shower together so we can start our day.”  He planted a soft kiss on her cheek while brushing some hair to the side to tuck it behind her ear.  Her cheeks were even redder than before and even the tip of her ears.  He wish he could just study her face right then.

       She left with a nod and he watched as she went, pleased to watch his cum start to make its way down her leg.  It was one of his favorite sights to see.  He got himself tucked back into the sweatpants after some cleaning on himself and turned his attention to making them some coffee along with their pancakes.  Now he could add to the list of favorites things of her in his shirt.  He made a mental note to leave some behind for her for when he had to leave again.  That made him smile.

[mitigatedchaos]

Democrats are fussing about the definition of “CRT,” but they could end it as an electoral issue, and one-shot Chris Rufo’s campaign against it, by taking a Republican law that bans racial scapegoating, like Trump’s executive order, paring it down just a bit, and then passing it.

Democrats have the power to take this matter out of the news cycle at any time before elections in 2022.  They have simply decided not to do so.

In general, “white privilege theory” and similar content does not have presented evidence of lifting test scores or other vital stats for impoverished minorities, and quite frankly given the lack of effectiveness for most interventions outside of some early childhood education programs, we shouldn’t expect it to.

So there’s no real light side reason to keep it.

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

I watched Malignant again and it reignited my need to write Gabriel May x reader. 👀 All these ideas, I swear! The plan so far:

Finish the last two chapters of Alone Wolf

Write next chapter of Slumber Party

Start Road Kill (a long shot slasher x final girl)

One shot Kill Zone Captive (Agent Orange x reader)

One shot unnamed Malignant reader x

Rewrite and post the entirety of Empty (previously written Rufo x reader long shot)

Links to my AO3 and WattPad below

[zaim-ali]

Seeing the Light - portrait research

Contemporary photographers:

1) James Ellis 

Ellis is a portrait and documentary photographer based in Toronto, who documents his friends and the environments around them. Some of his work is done in a studio but the majority is in his friend homes or where ever they happen to be in that moment. Some of Ellis’ work has been featured in magazines such as ‘Highsnobiety’ after his work with the musician ‘The Weeknd’. His portraits heavily rely on composition, Ellis likes to frame his models within behind objects such as plants. Sometimes he will place his models behind the paperback drops and would rip open the parts he would and to reveal. He also likes to compose his image around certain features of his models and not photograph their full profile. 

2) Rayscorruptedmind

Ray is a portrait photographer who works closely with rappers, capturing the behind the scenes of their life’s. His images are very intimate with the subject revealing what there life’s are like when not on stage. His unique style has brought attention from companies such as Nike, who have hired him to shoot a collection for some of their campaigns. He is now working with Travis Scott as his personal photographer and travels across the globe documenting his life. Ray only uses natural light in his photos as he likes the predictability and wants a more authentic feel.

3) Marius Sperlich

Marius Sperlich is a conceptual photographer from Germany. He is most known for his work using the female body as a canvas to create from. Sperlich’s work sometimes has a political theme around it where he tries to de-sexualise the female body. His images are very close to the subject only having select body parts in the frame, he says this is to eliminate distraction from his images and have only one true focal point. His lighting in his photos is very direct to create strong highlights, his models oft have very glossy make-up on which allows the light to reflect. He treats his shoots like a film set and he is the director, he does this to emulate a storyline to his images to make his ideas fully come to life.

4) Nick Rufo 

Nick Rufo is a street and portrait photographer Based In Los Angeles. Rufo shoots most of his work on 120mm film, he most commonly uses use Kodak Portra 160 & 400-speed film. He uses this film stock as it provides very nice pastel colours that aren't too punchy, and creates lovely skin tones. As he is in LA the sun gives very vibrant colours and gives nice shadows. The lighting is quite harsh and direct which gives bight highlights and contrasting shadows in his images.

5) Alec Soth

Alec Soth is a contemporary photographer from America. He has a very established body of work and has published over 25 books. Soth is most known for his documentary style, where he captures the bleak mundane of America. Soth likes to include people and portraits in his work, to give his images a sense of story. It also allows the viewer something to relate to. In Soth’s portraits, he uses the environment around the subject to show an anecdote of the image. The way he frames his images is quite significant to the image as he captures the subjects full body (if not most) without feeling distant and separated from the subject. Soth uses the environment to fill the rest of the frame but try to keep it as simple and direct, so that you aren't distracted from the subject.

Historical photographers:

1) Linda McCartney 

Linda Mccartney, wife of Paul McCartney was a portrait photographer known for her work of sixties musicians. McCartney didn't focus on the technical side of photography. She would make her subjects very comfortable and take candid shots of them, showing them as a person and less of a celebrity. she would spend the full day with her subject capturing different atmospheres and emotions in her images. Her photos are very intimate as she would often photograph the people she was close to. 

2) Yousuf Karsh Yousuf Karsh was most widely recognised for his clientele as an Armenian-Canadian portrait photographer. He shot all the biggest people in the world when it comes to portrait photography. Karsh caught the best of the best from performers to politicians to world leaders and intellects. Some of Yousuf's subjects included Albert Einstein, Winston Churchill, Ernest Hemingway, Pablo Picasso, among others. His images would capture the subject in a way to show who they were, adding context to them and the images.

3)Steve McCurry 

Steve McCurry is an American photojournalist who has published with National Geographic and won countless awards throughout history for his photojournalism and reporting of various wars. One of Steve McCurry's most famous portraits of all time "Afghan Woman" is commonly referred to as the Mona Lisa of photography. His images are very intense and captivating due to his dramatic subjects. This is what separates his work from others and makes him stand out. 

4) Arnold Newman

Arnold Newman is remembered as one of the most successful twentieth-century portrait photographers. He paved the way for modern portrait photography with his environmental portraits. His portraits capture people at the heart of what they consider their environment. Newman doesn't only limit someone's environment to a place but often uses objects his subjects connect with such as instruments. this helps to show a true sense of character in his work. 

[leftysmambosal]

Happy Valley Improv Finds Success While Bringing ‘Yes, and…’ to the Community

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When Andrea McCloskey, an associate professor of education at Penn State, achieved tenure she wondered, “What’s next?”

McCloskey thought, “I want to do something new, I want to be creative, I want to try something scary. I’m always telling my students to do scary things, go toward the fear.”

She’d always liked watching improv comedy, so she thought she’d give it a try. She found an improv camp through a Google search and took the plunge in 2016.

By August, she’d founded Happy Valley Improv, joined by Penn State faculty members James Tierney and Sam Tanner to begin practicing in the basement of St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church in State College. Nathan Rufo, another Penn State staffer, rounded out the company in January 2017.

A year later, even the group’s members seem a bit amazed by Happy Valley Improv’s rapid success. The company is selling out shows in the State Theatre Attic, leading popular workshops, and getting ready to grow.

“I’m shocked by how fast this is moving and how well it’s going,” says Tanner, an assistant professor of education at Penn State Altoona. “Usually things in my life are much more difficult,” he says with a laugh.

Why’s it going so well? Attend a show and it’s obvious how talented these four are, how much work they’ve put in together to get here, and how much trust they have in each other.

They also found a niche that wasn’t being filled locally.

“It’s very humbling,” Tierney, a PSU economics lecturer, says of the positive reaction the group gets.

“We also view our role here in State College, Happy Valley, to be kind of educators about what improv is, because there is no improv,” other than a couple of student-run groups on campus, he says.

“We want to be the town improv, even though there is some gown improv,” Rufo, who works in the Office of Global Programs, says with a laugh.

Rufo says a teacher once likened improv to “acting, writing, and directing, all at the same time, in real time. You have to be making all of those decisions at once up on stage.”

One reason for the art form’s popularity is that the skills required translate to everyday life.

“All of the skills of improv, may it be listening, storytelling, creativity, getting out of your box, knowing how to respond on your feet, making eye contact,” relate to other walks of life, Tierney says.

The group performs long-form improv, with segments lasting about 20 minutes. At a recent State Theatre show in front of a packed house, they improvised three such skits based on suggestions shouted out by audience members. In one segment, the company members transformed into an Iowa farm family that encountered a wealthy philanthropist with a gold cane. Many twists, turns, and euphemisms ensued, as surprising to the cast as to the audience. There were no props other than a couple of chairs.

While they shows are unscripted, it’s a mistake to think the performers are simply winging it.

“It’s a year, if not years, of working with the same group,” Tierney says, noting that three of Happy Valley Improv’s members started working together in August 2016 (with Rufo joining in January) and didn’t perform their first show until September 2017.

Before going onstage, the group practiced at least two hours each week, a routine that continues.

“I’m glad we waited, and that we were ready,” Teirney says.

So how does the group prepare for a show that is improvised?

“We’re not rehearsing something, we’re practicing an art form,” Tierney says.

He likens it to basketball practice.

“You have certain plays you might run, but you’re always improv-ing,” he says. “But you’re using these skills. You have to practice free throws, you have to practice three-point shots, so when it comes up in a game you know what to do.”

The main rule in improv is agreement, supporting each other’s characters, he says.

It’s a key theme of improv, known as “yes, and…”

“‘Yes, and…’sounds so simple and yet it is the hardest thing,” Rufo says. “All you have to do is say yes, and add something, and it’s so difficult for people to break through their mindset of every day protecting themselves or saying no and asking questions. It’s really hard to change your disposition.”

Tanner, who taught things like Hamlet in high school for 15 years before moving to Penn State, says “teaching kids to say ‘yes, and…’ in drama workshop one was hands-down the most difficult thing. I think that’s harder to teach then physics.”

That, Tanner says, helps illustrate that improv “is a really disruptive art form.”

Rufo calls improv a “failure-based art form” because even seasoned improvisers will have scenes that don’t go well.”

The group members laugh when asked if they know in the moment that a scene is flopping.

“Are you kidding me? Absolutely we notice,” Rufo says.

McCloskey recalls thinking at times, “I’m dying up here.”

When that happens, they’ll “clap it dead,” a signal for a new scene to start, Rufo says.

Trust in each other plays a big part in improv. Returning to the basketball analogy, Tanner says, “You have to have faith that it’s not up to you to take 50 shots a game. You have to share the game with people.”

“I need to know that if I go out on stage and start doing pushups, someone’s going to come out and do pushups with me,” Tierney adds.

While they trust that their show is going to be entertaining, improv performers don’t have to be funny, company members say.

“It’s better if you’re not,” Tierney says. “The humor in improv comes out of reality.”

Rufo says he’s “found that a lot of the comedy comes from discovery. If you go up there with a pre-loaded joke, for whatever reason the audience feels that. They’re not here to see a standup show. They want to see you up there making it up as you go. That’s what improv is.”

McCloskey offers a theory to the group that improv “is a fundamentally comic form, because the central drama that we’re all engaged in is, the audience is wondering ‘can they do it?’… And we do something, so it always ends up being a comic trajectory as opposed to a tragedy where we could not do it.”

The company members seem to thrive on that connection with the audience, and each other.

Rufo began taking improv classes when he lived in Charleston, S.C. After attending a session with a practice group of performers outside of class, he went home and told his wife, “I’ve found my people. It was one of those things like you’ve been holding your breath your whole life and then you finally breathe. The community of improvisers teaches you to interact differently with people.”

Tanner agrees.

“I really believe improv teaches us how to be better people,” he says. “Improv is an art that teaches you how to be productive and peaceful with other people, and explore and accept difference.”

The company members are now taking major steps to further share their passion.

They’ll be performing on the first Thursday of each month at the State Theatre, beginning Feb. 1.

They’re also launching a beginner-level “intro to improv” class in February. The class will meet for two hours each Tuesday night for six weeks starting Feb. 13.

And the company is looking to grow. They’ll hold a workshop for those interested in joining on Jan. 18, with a group-based audition on the 25th.

“We want to expand the company,” Tierney says. “Four of us doing long-form improv for an hour-and-a-half is exhausting.”

“That’s a lot of us,” Tanner says with a laugh.

It’s an art form company members hope more people will experience.

“For me improv is a different way of being in the world,” Tanner says. “It is a way of being that is the opposite of violent, individual, isolated living. It is collaborative, connected, and … if you do improv for a while you change in some ways, and the way you move through the world changes.”

For more information on Happy Valley Improv performances, classes, or auditions, visit happyvalleyimprov.com, or facebook.com/happyvalleyimprov. Mark Brackenbury is editorial director of Town&Gown.

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[spooky-raccoon]

Her Shirt (Rufo One Shot)

I wanted to do a ‘her shirt’ version to go with “His Shirt” so have Rufo stroking it. 

This is in Rufo’s perspective.

Tag List: @the-clown-crypt​ @chii2blog​ @booklover2929​

        It always was saddening when I had to leave for another job but when the calls come, I gotta do what I promised for Albert.  I always did what I could to keep myself busy to make the weeks fly by but sometimes time wanted to drag.  Usually I did my best to keep busy even if it was just sitting in a car to scope things out or just wait for the right person to walk out of a building.  However, sometimes there’s nothing to be done between waiting.  Annoyingly, this was one of those moments.

        I was held up in my hotel room until I heard back from Albert.  Though, I wasn’t quite sure when that would be.  Sure, I could have walked the town and explored a bit, but nothing had really caught my eye when I was out before.  The reruns of some of my favorite shows weren’t helping me and I couldn’t help but think about my girl back home.  The last visit had been wonderful and don’t tell her, but I was a little disappointed when Albert gave me a call.  I had been looking to staying a little bit longer and getting more time between the two of us.  Unfortunately, things don’t always work out the way we want them too.  She sure made it memorable though.

       In my duffel bag I brought with me a little souvenir.  Just a little something to help take the edge off now and again for a short while until it wasn’t good anymore.  I hadn’t pulled it out just yet, but this seemed like the perfect time to do so.  It was a getting a little close to bedtime and just needed that extra push to get there.  I took out of my bag a Ziploc bag that contained a red fabric.  It had been a light blue originally but after our bit of last-minute fun it had taken on its new color.  I laid back on the bed after taking the shirt out of the bag and held it in my hand.  My other hand palmed my crotch where I could already feel myself stiffening as I brought the shirt up to my nose to take in its scent.  It smelled of her and her perfume.  Mostly it smelled of her blood but all the scents mixing together made it feel like she was right there.  Well, mostly.

       As my hand worked at getting my pants unbuttoned my mind went back to that last day with her.  I had gotten the call and the look on her face when I said I had to leave was so pitiful.  The way her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, mostly playful, but I knew she was sad knowing I would have to go.  I remember the look on her face when I grabbed her chin and kissed her.  Her eyes were wide.  She learned quickly and that always brought a smile to my face.  I smiled now as I tugged my pants and underwear now to free my already half hard cock.  I could still hear the little squeak she made from when I grabbed her and carried her off into the bedroom.  I remember how I laughed as I watched her bounce on the bed when I dropped her on it.  My favorite part though was how her eyes lit up when I pulled a knife out.  I don’t think they could get any bigger honestly.  It had been a long time since I had put a knife to her skin, and I needed to make sure she had a few reminders of who she belonged to while I was gone.

        Another deep inhale of the blood-stained shirt and it feels like the memory was just yesterday.  My hand wrapped around my cock; pumping it in slow strokes and rubbing my thumb over the head with each pass.  With my eyes closed it’s like I could see her there in front of me and hearing those soft whimpers of hers.  Cutting away her clothes had been quick, and they had been left to the side in tatters.  I knew she would complain later but in the moment she never cared.  Though the way her body shuddered and quivered as I pressed the knife into her was what mattered.  Watching the knife sink into her skin and watching her struggle not to move always gave me a rush.  She desperately wanted to be good for me and the pain always made her soaking wet.  I didn’t do anything too bad, just a few cuts here and there along with my name in a few new places.  All in places that only she would see when she would get undressed and look down at herself she would remember.  Her sheets were starting to turn red and that’s when I had used her cut up shirt to clean her up a little though to also take it with me later.  But, of course, after I made sure she got what she needed in the end.  Boy did she.

         My strokes got faster while my head fell back onto the pillow; just letting the shirt lay on my face at that point.  My now free hand grabbed and balled up in the pillow to hold onto something at least. I’d rather it was back in her hair to keep her pinned down to the bed.  I remember looking down at her and seeing how the blood had smeared on the both of us amidst our fun.  It was such a stark contrast to my white skin but the way it looked on her always drove me mad.  She thrived in it just like I did.  No matter what way I pinned her down she would always find a way to squirm to just get a bit more of an edge to what I was giving her even if I was making the bed creak.  She didn’t need to speak to beg.  She let her body do that.  Like that look on her face that wouldn’t help me either.  It was so pathetic.  Pleading with those big eyes that were lost in the moment, glazed in a haze of lust along with a need I had never seen before.  Sometimes I don’t even think she knew what she was begging for half the time, but I gave it either way.  

         I could feel my balls tensing up and the muscles in my lower gut tightening to let me know I was getting closer.  I’m a simple man with few wishes but if I could have one at that time I’d wish to have my cock buried back in her and feel her squeezing around me.  Especially when I had her bent in half.  Her walls would squeeze me and try to milk me dry as she went over and over again.  It was always cute to feel her nails raking into my skin in a desperate attempt to ground herself each time.  It was even cuter when she would see my face pulled back taught.  That shriveled undead monstrous look always got her going.  For her it was an odd mix of fear and arousal that she always got without fail but I wasn’t going to be a man who complained. It only got my blood pumping more to see that mixture on her face and to feel her heart pounded even harder.  She always screamed louder I noticed the next few times she would cum and that was always a blessing to my ears.

         With a few final strokes I finally came.  A deep, guttural groan broke through all my grunts while my cock throbbed, and my hips jerked.  Thick ropes hit my stomach and coated my hand just a little bit.  My chest rose and fell with each huff as I was coming down from my rush of memory living.  After I opened my eyes and I moved the shirt off my face.  I didn’t take too long to shower and make sure I was cleaned up before getting back into bed for some actual rest.  Before though I made sure to get the shirt back in its little Ziploc baggy. Though I made sure to give it a kiss. A part of me had hoped she could feel it regardless of what she was doing right now.  I knew it was a silly thought, but a clown can dream.  

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Part 11)

Rufo X Female Reader

Part 11 of Road Trip

Rufo’s perspective is in BOLD

Tag List:  @booklover2929​ @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth​ @the-clown-crypt​ @chii2blog​

         I don’t know how much time had passed but it felt like ages until seeing a truck come into sight.  The thing looked like it was about to fall apart with every pump it hit.  It was barreling down the driveway and my heart started to pound in my chest to the point I could hear it thudding in my ears

        “There he is.”  Crowley got up from his seat at the table and walked over to stand off the side behind me. “That was pretty impressive with how fast he found you.”

         No words as the truck only sped up faster and I was trying to not get antsy in my chair.  I didn’t want it to break just yet.  He was close enough that I could see his face from inside the truck cab. He wasn’t even hiding the fact he was a clown and how angry he was. His eyes were sunken in and there was a faint glow from where they were.  It was a relief but also terrifying to see him like that.

        “Oh, that clown doesn’t have a happy face. Perfect.” Crowley clasped a hand on my shoulder and kept it there as we watched the tall, boney like figure stop and get out of the truck.

         He was covered in blood and other viscera. Someone had been a poor unfortunate soul to get in his way.  Probably the owner of the truck or some fools back at the small circus.  There was already a throwing knife in his hand as he stormed the house and I lost sight for a brief moment until he kicked down the door.  It splintered with little effort and remnants of it scattered across the floor.

         “Crowley, you fucking son a bitch.”  Rufo was walking forward and his eyes fell onto me then the symbol on the ground which made him stop.  “Son of a bitch.”  His words were more like hisses the angrier he was becoming.   He looked back to me and the grip on his knife tightened.  I can see the veins in his hand shift from his grip.  “Are you alright (Y/N)?  You aren’t hurt?”

        “No, no.  I’m okay.  I’m okay now.”  I could feel tears try to well up in my eyes as I answered him.  I just wanted to run to him. I wanted to grab him and tell him everything would be okay and that we could run and go back to enjoying the trip. But Crowley spoke again and reminded me that it was easier said than done.

        “Rufo, you and I have been at it for a while. I’m getting pretty tired having you pop up now and again when I have more important things to worry about. Get in the circle and I’ll let her go.”  He patted my shoulder to emphasis what was at stake. “On my word she’ll be let go while your spirit gets removed from that vessel and gets to go where it needs to go.”

        Rufo didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those sunken glowing eyes.  Crowley let go of my shoulder to gesture to the circle on the floor then I could hear his hands going in his pockets.  Another moment of silence and the clatter of the throwing knife falling to the ground nearly made me jump. His face looked plumper and human like the longer he stared at me.

        “If she isn’t safe than you mark my words Crowley, I’ll come back and gut you where you stand.”  His voice sent a shiver straight up my spine and he look at Crowley dead in the eyes.  “I’ll come back and be your worst nightmare.”  

        Rufo began to walk forward, his eyes staying on me. I could hear Crowley behind me lowly chanting and some of the symbols in the circle started to glow.  That’s when my heart dropped. I was going to lose Rufo.  I was going to lose him after just getting to know him.  That’s when I saw my moment and I took it.

         The old, rickety chair shattered as I launched myself forward. It was a little sickening with how it cracked.  Crowley didn’t have a chance to grab me and I was already where I wanted to be.  My shoulder connected to Rufo’s chest which sent him flying out of the circle he had only managed to get a few steps in.  

         It had been the right time too as the lights changed color and light shot upward toward the ceiling.  Whatever it was, it broke through the old ceiling and made pieces of wood rain down on me.  Though being caught in the crossfire of the blinding light I didn’t notice. Especially when the pain took over.  Fire coursed through my veins and it was like glass shards followed with.  It hurt too much to scream.  I couldn’t even writhe on the ground as some invisible force was keeping me in place.  My mouth hung open has my body tried to get some noise out, something to try to make the pain lessen.  Tears poured from my eyes which only was more painful itself.

        “Crowley do something!”  I could barely hear Rufo’s shouting.

         “There’s nothing I can do!  No one can enter the circle until it’s done.”  There was almost a hint of a solemn tone from Crowley.

         Rufo get close to the circle and I could see his face out of the corner of my eye.  Fear.  Fear and worry plastered his face as he watched me.  The pain only got worse.  It felt like every inch inside of me itched and burned then like someone was inside me, trying to get me out of my own body.

        “(Y/N), doll, stay with me.  Stay with an old clown.  Listen to me and don’t go.”  There was a desperate sound in his voice that I could barely hear over the ringing and pounding in my ears.  

        I’d say I blacked out, but it was more of a white out.  White light flooded my vision and I don’t know if the screaming I heard was my own, but it was soon joined in by a choir of screams that ascended to a painful crescendo then suddenly crashed into final blissful silence.  Just as sudden as the screaming ended, so did the pain that had ran rampant through my body.  The whiteness faded to black and it felt like my soul slipped into a peaceful numbness. I didn’t know if I was dead or what was going on.  Everything felt weightless, free floating.  It was so calm.

        “(Y/N)!”  I slid over to her once the damn light show was done.  “Come on, wake up.  Wake up.” I wrapped my arms around her to pull her close and to see if she was breathing.  She was.  It was shallow and barely visible.  “(Y/N), don’t go where I can’t go.”  My voice dropped but Crowley must have heard me.

         “Come on Rufo, let’s get her out of here and to the hospital.”  Crowley perked up and made his way to the door.  “She needs medical attention.”

         I didn’t argue.  Not as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the truck.  Not as I got her laid out in the back seat and Crowley climbed into the passenger seat after helping me.  We didn’t speak the entire ride.  I couldn’t get myself calmed enough and I’m sure my knuckles would be even more white if possible as I gripped the steering wheel.

         “You really care about her.”  Crowley spoke after a while of silence.  “I’ve never seen this side of you before”

         “She’s an innocent gal.  She deserves a happy and normal life.  I just happened to bump into her at a gas station in the middle of nowhere.”  

        “Rufo, I can tell you two are close.  I’ve never known you to let someone get this far along knowing you and even traveling with them.  You’re always alone.”  Crowley’s eyes were still on the road though I could tell he was watching me from the corner of them.  I’m surprised the man didn’t have his damn smile on his face that he usually had.

         “We had a lot in common the more I came to find out.  And I couldn’t help but be curious after a point.  Then when it did get to that point I didn’t have the heart to kill her.” I sighed, the various memories of us playing through my mind.  I wish I could go back to the little diner in that little booth.  “She’s has a kind heart and an old soul.  She deserves to live a full life.”

         “Just don’t leave her high and dry just yet Rufo. We don’t know what happened to her when she was in there.  After the hospital I suggest taking her to Albert to see if anything else went on.”

         “I was thinking the same thing Crowley.”

         The drive wasn’t terribly long, and we had arrived at the hospital.  I watched as Crowley scooped up (Y/N) from the back seat and carried her inside.  I was only more frustrated with myself as I sat in the parking lot from not being calm enough to get the damn human skin to get over my face so I could have gone in with.  To be by her side and in the little room they would have put her in. Waiting there as they ran the tests. I flipped on the radio and switched it to the oldies to calm my nerves.  Some familiar ones from our drives played and I could feel the tug of a smile on my scarred lips as I remembered how she sang to each one. When she really got into it she wiggled in her seat to mimic dancing.  She had such spunk and energy that I couldn’t help but join along, even if my voice wasn’t as good as hers.

         After a couple of songs I managed to look more fleshy and get the human look back on my face.  It didn’t take long to get directed to the room she would be in. Crowley was seated by the bed and there was an empty chair near him which I took.

         “They said they’re doing some tests.  It’ll be a few hours at the least so buckle down.” Crowley moved to stand up, stretching from being uncomfortable in the seat.  “I’ll leave you to it.  Get her car back over here so you’re not moving her in that old jalopy of a truck.”

         There had been a long pause and I could feel his eyes on me.  I hated it. I turned my head to look up at him and gave him a nod.

         “I’ll see you around, Crowley.  And… thank you.”  The words almost felt a little sour in my mouth.  That made Crowley smile that damn creepy smile.

         “Just tell me how she’s doing the next time we run into each other.”  With that, Crowley left the room without a trace.

         There I sat for too many hours with my thoughts. With the worries of what sort of things they were doing to her.  Sure, the medical world had gotten a lot better since I was last alive but magic like that would have left some damage.  Or maybe nothing physical at all.  Only time would tell.  I somehow managed to fall asleep in that uncomfortable chair into a dreamless sleep.

[spooky-raccoon]

Me: I'm gonna write a quick 500ish one shot of naughty times with Rufo

Me Some Time Later: Huh, 1k and still not even close to fun fucky times.

[red-and-blue-sewer-circus-arc]

Rufo: Reflection

Direct sequel to Naughty and the last one shot before Empty begins

Warnings: fluff, biting, shower sex

Rufo stood at the bathroom sink, brushing bits of flesh off his teeth while he studied his reflection in the mirror.

The blood on his face and arms had washed off without too much difficulty, his skin returned to it's usual pristine white. His face lost the corpse like quality as his mood improved; his cheeks filled back in and his light blue eyes were no longer sunken down in their sockets. Even the bullet holes in his slim chest were gone. He looked normal again. Well, normal for him.

Putting away his toothbrush, Rufo grabbed one of the blue curls framing his face and examined it. His hair had grown a lot longer than he kept it when he was alive. Of course, it hadn't been curly then. Or blue. He was considering cutting it when two arms wrapped around his waist and his girlfriend pressed herself against his back. The corner of his lips lifted in a crooked grin and he turned around in her arms to face her.

Her smile was warm, the bloody massacre of her coworkers all but forgiven. She (had a beautiful smile) was an unusual woman.

“What are you so happy about?”

“You made it back by Christmas, just like you said you would.”

Rufo lifted an eyebrow, the cut out triangle on his face distorted.

“I’m a man of my word and I gave you my word, didn’t I?”

“Yeah... you did.”

She bit her bottom lip as she ran her nails up his bare chest and linked her arms behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Rufo bent to accommodate her. He (loved the way she kissed) pressed his scarred lips against hers, then pulled away.

“Get the shower ready for us.”

When Rufo returned (home) from a job, they showered together. It was a long standing routine that he looked forward to. It gave him a chance to (hold her) plan what he wanted to do to her body next and if he snuck in a little teasing, then even better.

She turned on the water and unzipped the red dress she had picked out just for him.

“You really did look beautiful in that dress doll.”

Rufo didn’t mind giving his lady a compliment when one was due. She looked back over her shoulder at him and kept her tone playful as the dress fell to the floor.

“Even though it made me look like a whore?”

“Especially because it made you look like a whore.”

He winked at her and she laughed as she stepped into the shower and closed the stall door. Rufo glanced at his strange appearance one last time before he pulled off his slacks and joined her. Steam billowed out as he stepped into the glass shower. The bathroom was one of the reasons she had picked the apartment in the first place and he had to admit, he was going to miss it when he relocated her. The bodies wouldn't be discovered until after the holidays, so he figured he might as well enjoy it while he could.

She was rinsing her hair and Rufo took the opportunity to look over her body; the curve of her back, the shape of her calves. He (loved her body) admired the red welts and dark bruises that covered her ass from his earlier punishment. Her skin bruised so nicely. She moved out of the way so Rufo could stand under the stream of hot water and he let the massaging jets run though his hair. Red water faded to pink as blood swirled down the drain. Her hand closed around his wrist and he let her pulling him out from under the water so she could wash his hair.

Rufo held her so she could stand on tip toe while she massage his scalp with her fingernails. Before her, he had never considered letting anyone else wash his hair. She worked her hands through the rest of his curls as he leaned further into her touch. He enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed tight against his chest, the feel of her ass in his hands while he held her against his cock. Maybe he would keep his hair long after all.

She finished with his hair and grabbed the soap before she moved on to his body. She rubbed the tense muscles in his shoulders, then scrubbed the dried blood off his chest until he was squeaky clean and clown white. Lathering up her hands, she started to wash the v of his hips. Rufo smirked as he watched her.

She moved lower and took his cock in both of her hands, squeezing with slightly increased pressure while she stroked his shaft. It felt good and before long Rufo was hard again. He leaned his head back against the tile and thrust up into her hand while she gently squeeze his balls. His girl was good.

"Does that feel good Rufo?"

He moaned, then heard her giggle. His eyes snapped open and a sadistic smile spread across his lips as he looked into her eyes. So she wanted to play huh? He grabbed her wrists with one hand and turned her into the water so her back was held against his chest.

“Yeah, it does. But I'm clean enough. It's your turn now.”

Rufo pressed his cock against her ass and moved her wet hair from her shoulder.

“I have to make sure my dirty girl gets clean too, don’t I?”

His breath was hot against the back of her neck, her body arched into his when she felt his teeth graze her skin. He (loved her soft skin) enjoyed sinking his teeth into her flesh and had indulged himself back at the office. Soapy hands rubbed over the bites before moving lower to massage the muscles that held up her breasts, just like she had shown him. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she moaned his name. It took all of his willpower not to bend her over right then.

Rufo worked his way around her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers. He (loved the noises she made) pulled until she yelped in pain, then continued to pinch and pull on her tits with one hand while the other one slid down her belly to rub between her legs. Running a finger up the length of her slit, he was amazed at how wet she already was. No matter how many times he used her, what hole he chose to abuse, the bites, the cuts, the bruises, she was always ready for (him) more.

“I... think I’m clean now Rufo.”

She was breathing hard, and he laughed as she tried to grind against his hand. He enjoyed the hell out of teasing her.

“Oh, you think so? I better make sure.”

Rufo pushed her back against the shower wall and she gasped as her bruised ass made contact with the glass. He dropped down to his knees in front of her and lifted her leg up high, fingers sinking into the flesh just behind her knee while he held her wide open. She stumbled, then grabbed onto his shoulders for balance. His face was right next to her cunt anyway, so he used his fingers to spread her labia for a better look.

“Rufo...”

Her voice was shaking but she knew better than to try and stop him. He pushed his middle finger all the way in to the knuckle then wriggled it around.

“Hmm.. I don't know. You seem pretty dirty to me princess.”

He smiled as he added a second finger, then pumped them in and out while he look over the faded bruises on her thighs. He'd have to fix those.

Leaning forward, Rufo pressed his lips against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, then sank his teeth into her skin until he tasted blood. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers and she screamed, but she didn't dare push him away. When Rufo pulled back, she had a perfect imprint of his teeth right next to her cunt that was already starting to bruise. He bit his way up her leg, leaving matching bruises every few inches while three of his fingers worked her pussy and his thumb rubbed her clit. She sobbed, and when Rufo looked up to see her crying his cock throbbed. But no, he wasn’t read to fuck her. Not just yet.

She flinched when he brought his mouth to her mound but instead of biting her, he flicked his tounge over her clit. Another lick made her throw her head back and moan (for him) like a slut. Rufo had spent a lot of time learning her body early in their relationship. Before her, his experiences with women had been… complicated at best. Now he could bring her to orgasm in almost no time if he wanted. She pulled his hair and rode out her pleasure on his face while he sucked her clit. It wasn't something he would normally have allowed, but it was Christmas Eve. He fingered her until finally, she grabbed his wrist and begged for him to stop. It was time.

Rufo got to his feet and lined up, then started to push in. Even though she was dripping wet, he had to force his way past her bruised muscles.

“Sore already?”

He groaned as he pushed the last few inches of his full length inside her and she cried out in pain.

“Yes but please, don't stop. It feels good.”

Her eyes were clenched shut, her pussy throbbed from her orgasm but still, she moaned and held on to him. He grinned and pulled almost all of the way back out before slowly pushing back in.

“Good. I’m not even close to finished with you doll.”

Rufo kept his grip on her leg and brought his other arm to rest against the shower wall just above her head. He pressed his forehead against his arm and closed his eyes while he slid in and out of her, enjoying the way her insides squeezed around him. His kept his pace agonizingly slow until she bucked her hips in an attempt to get him to go faster. He figured he might as well accommodate her, the hot water wasn't going to last forever.

Rufo effortlessly lifted her away from the glass, then let her drop back down onto his cock. His fingers dug into the bruised flesh of her ass and she yelped as he roughly bounced her up and down. Her arms tightened around his neck, her cries changed to loud moans and gasps. He (loved how loud she was) made her scream by bouncing her harder while he thrust up against her body. Rufo's arms were shaking, but it wasn’t from the strain of holding her. Her slick warmth slid up and down his cock and it didn't take long before he started to feel the familiar tightness in his balls. Her screams changed pitch as she struggled to hold on to him and he knew she was just as close as he was.

“You ready to cum?”

He growled in her ear, his breath uneven.

“Yes, I’m so close Rufo. Please... it’s right there!”

He shifted her body in his grip so she could roll her hips and grind her clit against his pelvis.

“That’s it baby. Cum with me.”

Rufo held her down on his cock while she screamed his name. Her body squeezed tight around him, throbbing, forcing him over the edge with her and he couldn't hold back a moan of his own.

After the last twitches of pleasure had passed between them, she moved and he felt cum start to run down his shaft. It was an odd sensation, one that filled him with something he couldn't quite describe. Possessive satisfaction maybe? Instead of putting her down, he held her closer (and smelled her shampoo) until he caught his breath.

Rufo sat her back on her feet, then rinse off before he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist while she cleaned herself up and when she was finished, he stood waiting with her towel in his hands.

He (loved her) dried her hair and kissed her on the lips.

[red-and-blue-sewer-circus-arc]

Rufo: Naughty pt. 2

Warning: jealousy, blood, gore, cannibalism (?) eye trauma

The look on Rufo’s face made you want to run and hide. His body was actually shaking with rage.

One of the guys that worked two floors down stepped in front of Rufo, blocking his view of you. You couldn't hear what he was saying but you could tell from his posture that he was asking him to leave. He went to grab Rufo by the shoulder but the clown suddenly moved. Rufo swung his arm up in a wide arc and a spray of red followed the glint of the knife in his hand. Your coworker fell backwards, clutching at his throat, but even across the room you could see blood pumping through his fingers.

Jingle Bell Rock began to play as the screaming started.

Rufo stepped over the dying man and grabbed Helen from accounting by the hair. He plunged the knife in her face then let her limp body drop to the floor before he advanced on his next victim. The small crowd panicked in their rush to get away from the corpse like clown and you were knocked to the floor. Another scream was cut short as you crawled your way through the legs of the crowd. Someone kneed you in the cheek and another lady stepped on your hand with her heel before finally, you were able to stand.

An empty hallway was to your left, so you ran for it. You had no doubt that Rufo would find you eventually, but if you could hide somewhere, give him enough time to calm down a little, maybe you would stand a chance. Rounding the corner of the hallway, you ran into the second office on the right. You left the door open and dove under the desk where you tried to control your breathing. Closed doors seemed be more suspicious than open one so you hoped Rufo would check those first.

The screams faded as the crowd moved further away and it was almost quiet, until gunshots went off at the end of the hall. The noise was too loud, too sudden. It startled you and you jumped, hitting your head against the bottom of the desk. Who the hell brought a gun to a Christmas party?

Everything was dead silent for just a moment, then your boyfriend started to laugh. It wasn’t a nice laugh. The screaming started again and you laid your head down on your knees. You had really messed up and Rufo was angry with you. That thought broke your heart.

You listened as someone ran into the room with you and slammed the door before turning the lock. Looking up from under the desk, you found a blood splattered Richard slumped against the wall.

“No! Nonononono, he can't find us in here together!”

Richard's panic stricken eyes snapped to your face and you realized your mistake.

“What the fuck is going on? You know that… that thing?!"

Rich was on the verge of hysterics and you didn't guess you could really blame him. Rufo was a hard pill to swallow.

"Was that your boyfriend in clown makeup?!”

The screams were getting closer so Rich shuffled some papers on the desk, then picked up a letter opener and held it out like a weapon.

“Thats just going to piss him off.”

Richard didn’t seem to hear you or maybe he just didn't care. The last scream cut off right outside the door before the knob rattled and you heard Rufo chuckle. Locks did absolutely nothing against him and within two seconds Rufo had the door open and was stepping into the room.

Richard's eyes went wide with terror as he reached down and pulled you out from under the desk by your hair. He spun you around to face Rufo then pressed the letter opener to you neck. You gasped as you got a good look at your boyfriend underneath the harsh fluorescent bulbs. Despite the small cluster of bloody bullet holes in the front of his shirt, he looked fleshier, more alive than he had before, but that wasn’t saying much. Gore covered his mouth and both arms all the way up to mid forearm. His sleeves were rolled back to his elbows and the untouched strip of titanium white skin between the blood and his shirt seemed obscene, yet mildly erotic. Your heart beat faster and your breath caught in your throat. Rufo always had that effect on you.

The smirk on his skeletal face disappeared as Rich shoved the letter opener harder against your skin.

“Don’t even fucking think about coming any closer!”

Richard was screaming, right in your ear.

“Ballsy move Dick. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Rufo raised his bloody hands to show they were empty and slowly stepped closer to the desk.

“But I wonder, could you do it Dick? Could you actually kill someone?”

“Rufo..”

Your voice was barely above a whisper. Taunting Rich wasn't very helpful and seemed like a good way for you to end up dead. It was kind of ironic though. The situation reminded you of the first time you had met your boyfriend, only this time you were someone else’s hostage.

“Relax doll. I can stop him before he hurts you, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of hot water just yet.”

Your face fell as you realized you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You were the one Rufo was actually angry at.

“I’m not joking freak!”

Richard's hand shook and you felt the tip of the letter opener puncture your skin. Warm, wet blood trailed down the curve of your neck and Rufo's eyes followed it until it soaked into the top of your red dress. He turned his attention back to Richard and looked every bit the cold killer you knew he was. There was something demonic burning in his blue eyes when he smiled.

“You’re going to be my new best friend Dick. I’m going to take my time with you.”

Richard panicked and would have killed you, but Rufo moved too fast. His hand shot out and closed around Richard's wrist before he twisted hard enough to snap ligaments. Rich gave a small cry of pain before Rufo grabbed his throat and drove him down to his knees. Richard used his one good hand to try to break Rufo's grip, but you knew it was hopeless. Rufo was inhumanly strong.

You started backing away towards the door as Rufo turned the point of the letter opener and drove it through Richard's eye, just deep enough to destroy the organ. Fluid dribbled down his cheek and the scream that tore from Richard's throat made you feel a little sorry for him as you turned to run. You had almost made it to the door when the letter opener flew by your face and embedded itself in the wall by your head.

“Stop running.”

Rufo’s tone didn’t leave any room for argument.

“You’re just making it worse for yourself, princess.”

You watched Richard's eye goo drip from the letter opener then slowly turned to face Rufo. He flashed a bloody smile at you, then looked back down at Richard. Rufo peeled his good hand from his arm and held it up to his scarred mouth.

“You really shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to you, Dick. Especially when they belong to me.”

"No! Please... no!"

Richard begged but Rufo wasn't a merciful man. The clown bit through three of his fingers, then swallowed them. Bile rose in your throat at the sound of bones crunching and you closed your eyes while Rufo continued to eat. After what felt like an eternity, Richard's screams dulled to quiet whimpers and you felt the unnatural heat from Rufos body as he stepped in front of you.

Opening your eyes brought you face to bloody face with the man you had been dating for almost a year. The corpse like appearance was almost gone and white skin was visible through the bullet holes in his shirt. Rufo stepped closer and pressed you back against the wall while he retrieved the letter opener, then pressed it against your cheek.

“Now, what am I going to do to you?”

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Part 2)

Rufo the Clown x Female Reader

Part 2 to Road Trip

Tag List: @trig-loves-clowning-around @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth

           The curves of the roads seemed endless as we traveled through the country and mountainside roads.  It was pretty peaceful. and it was nice to have someone in the passenger seat with me, despite him being a stranger.  He seemed pretty enthusiastic about the music choice as we drove, talking about the various artists once in a while.  He even recommended some that I hadn’t heard yet if a song seemed similar to one that was playing.  I made a mental note of each one he mentioned to give them a look into. Sometimes I even heard him humming along and could see out of the corner of my eye his finger tapping on his knee to the beat.  

           We had decided that we were both pretty hungry and the next diner we saw we would stop at to grab a bite.  It didn’t take long to find one that wasn’t too shady looking which I was thankful for.  It was a small thing and had a fifties feel as we walked in with a large jukebox playing oldies.  Even the waitress was dressed up in a throwback uniform.  Overall, it had a cozy atmosphere which was perfect after our long drive.  The hostess seated us at a booth in the back but made sure we still had a window.  I already had an idea of what I wanted after taking a quick glance through the menu and Rufo didn’t take long to decide on his choice.

           “I’ll be right back doll.  Nature calling and all that jazz.”  Rufo did a quick nod toward the bathroom and I nodded back, putting my attention back to the menu as he got up.

           I must have thought he had come back rather quickly since I could sense and hear someone sitting in the seat across from me. I shut the menu, finally deciding on just a cheeseburger and fries with a shake to top it off.  When I went to give Rufo a greeting and cheesy joke about coming back really quick that’s when I realized it wasn’t him.

           Across from me was a pretty intimidating looking man with short brown hair.  His eyes were brown.  A lot of his outfit was beige and seemed pretty bland except for the round glasses that sat on his face which were a golden color.  He looked as if he popped out of a Sears catalog from the oldie days. He probably looked out of place in a crowd of normal looking folk but here he fit in really well.  My brow raised up in confusion as I looked to the people at other booths behind him to see if perhaps he had come from them and he had just gotten lost.  He didn’t seem to care that he was sitting on Rufo’s jacket though.

           “Ma’am, you and I need to chat a little bit and really quick.”  The man spoke and my attention went back to him.

           “Who on Earth are you and why do we need to talk?” I could see the twitch of annoyance on his face as if I should dare ask why a strange man needed to speak to me, but his smile came back.  To be honest, his smile was more unsettling than anything.  Something challenging and unsettled were at the corners it seemed to tug his lips upward.  Definitely far from sweet and endearing.

         “Jonathan Crowley is the name.  I’m a bit of a bounty hunter of sorts.  I’m here looking for the man that you’re traveling with.”  He didn’t seem to worried at that fact despite my eyes widening.  “He’s a dangerous being who I’ve been hunting around for a very, very long time.  I don’t want you getting mixed up into anything, so I need you to kindly tell me the direction he went in and where he’s going. I doubt he told you why he’s going to where he is going but I’m sure if he did you wouldn’t be alive, cupcake.”

          I blinked a few times in surprise.  I didn’t really expect a strange man to sit down at my booth but then again I didn’t expect an attractive man to ask me if he could hitchhike out west. Either way, I wasn’t going to budge on telling where Rufo was.

          “Listen, I don’t know who you are and why you need him.  I’m not going to tell you anything, so I suggest you just leave me be.”  I leaned back onto the table, my hand going around the glass of water to sip at. There was another hint of annoyance on his face.

         “If that’s how it is.”  Crowley pulled out a business card and something odd happened.  I couldn’t tell the strange feeling that swept over me as I took the card without my own accord.  “If anything happens out of the ordinary in anyway, just give me a call at any time.  I’ll always pick up.”  

          I flipped the card over a few times to read what was on either side as Crowley got up from the seat and moved with such ease through the small, packed diner to outside.  Something in me tucked it in my purse instead of tossing it in a nearby garbage can. Maybe I would give him a call just in case.  It couldn’t hurt.  As he said, just in case.  After all I had just met Rufo, but I didn’t want to downright call him an evil person or someone who had done horrible things.  I didn’t know the guy well enough to put that sort of judgment on him. For all I know the bounty could have been for something silly that he was going to work on settling after this job.

         My thoughts were broken when Rufo himself came strolling back to the booth.  His sleeves were now rolled up and I had to take my eyes away for a brief moment before I started to blush.  He had looked to his trench coat that had been resting at the side of the booth as if he realized it had moved when the other man had taken a seat.  The corner of his lip twitched, and he looked back to the menu, shutting it shortly after once he made his choice.  There wasn’t much chit chat between the two of us during the meal.  He would look around if someone behind us had made too much noise or if there was some sort of silence.  There was something on his mind and I didn’t feel like prying too much into it.  When it came time to leave he insisted on paying the tab, his wide and perfect grin on his face as he shooed away my hand that had my card.  I at least tossed a few bills on the table for the tip just before we got up and left. He offered to drive the rest of the way to the park we would stay at and despite the strange man who had sat down in the booth with me telling me that Rufo was dangerous, the tiredness in me agreed. Once we were back into the car we took off down the highway.

         It was nice being the passenger and things seemed to relax with Rufo as he got to drive, letting his mind wonder about the road ahead of him. He still hummed along to the music and would once in a while switch out the CD’s, asking it was alright with me each time.  I still couldn’t wrap my head around him being dangerous with how polite he was being, even if it was just a CD change.  He did drive like an old granny I noticed but that was it.

          A few hours passed and I noticed he was glancing in the mirrors more often.  I couldn’t help but look back as well just to see if there was maybe someone riding my trunk. They weren’t riding the trunk, but they were a bit closer than I would have liked.  It was a Thunderbird.  An older one from what I could tell.  I could see the look of annoyance grow more and more prominent on Rufo’s face.  I settled back into my seat, but I turned my head to him.

           “Everything alright, Rufo?”  My brow raised as I finally decided to ask and maybe see what was going on.

          “Just dandy.  Don’t worry about it doll.  Just hold on.”  I was confused until he slammed his foot on the gas pedal of my car and it roared as it went to match the speed he wanted.

          “Rufo!  What the hell are you doing?”  I grabbed onto the trusty oh-shit-handle and the side of my seat.  I shot him a glare and there was his own glare on his face. Something determined and fierce that sent a shiver down my spine. 

           “One.  Watch your language doll.  Two.  I’m finally getting closer to my next job after a week of trying and that old man thinks he can just barge in while I’m working.” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.  “Just give me a couple minutes and we’ll be back to smooth sailing.  Don’t you worry your pretty little head.”  He turned his head to give me a smile, but something seemed off.  Something didn’t sit right on his face and I couldn’t tell what.  Maybe it was his eyes as they looked brighter than they had before though that could have just been the sun light.

         He was right though.  It didn’t take too long to lose the car behind us, and I was thankful that no state troopers were patrolling the area as we were going well over a hundred miles an hour.  I let out a sigh of relief when he got back to his old granny way of driving and finally let go of the handle.

         “Sorry doll, but we’re not gonna stop at a campsite tonight.  Just feel safer for the both of us if we stayed in hotel instead.”  He finally spoke after a bit and I couldn’t help but agree with him.  The man had given me an odd feeling when he had spoken to me at the diner and it didn’t help that he had been following behind the car.  I nodded and a gentle smile was on Rufo’s lips, pleased that I agreed with him.  “Make sure it’s a nice cozy one.  Don’t you worry.”

          It was getting close to ten at night and I could feel the exhaustion from the drive getting to me.  I was thankful when we finally pulled up into a hotel.  There were a couple and Rufo picked the best looking one.  It didn’t take long for us to get into our room and settled in for the night.  I had to break my eyes away from when he came out of the bathroom after he had changed. He had only put on a pair of sleep pants, leaving his torso bare.  He was pretty hairy and rather toned for his frame.  I could feel my cheeks starting to blush as I made myself look away though before I did I caught a glimpse of a slight smirk on his face in the mirror that hung over the basic hotel desk.  I focused on just getting to sleep for the night.  It felt good to be in my pajamas and in my own large bed.  He looked pretty relaxed too in his bed next to mine and soon he was snoring with his arm draped over his face.  It didn’t take too long for me to follow suit, the worries of the day melting away.

[red-and-blue-sewer-circus-arc]

Rufo the Clown: Red Silk (revised)

An Empty one-shot

Warnings: face fucking, spanking, restraints, biting, knifeplay, bloodplay, choking

Rufo sat on his girlfriend’s couch with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. His hand moved up and down, slowly stroking his cock while he thought about what he planned to do to her.

They hadn’t been dating long. It was only his third time visiting her as her lover, but Rufo was tired of holding back. He didn’t mind being a gentleman, treating her the way a lady should be treated, but he had darker urges when it came to sex. It wasn’t so different from his urge to kill. It was simply something he had acquired when he possessed Marco’s body which, by the way, came with it's own dark desires. He wanted to hurt her. To cut open her skin, rip into her flesh with his teeth and taste her blood. So far he had only bitten her, but it thrilled him and he wanted more. What better time to push her to her breaking point?

He listened to her footsteps as she crossed from the bathroom to the bedroom door. He could hear every move she made and if he had really tried, he could have listened to her heart beat. It was a pretty neat trick to have especially in his line of work. The bedroom door creaked and she tiptoed down the hallway, pausing when he finally came into view. Rufo rolled his head forward and opened his steel blue eyes, grinning as he looked over her body while his hand moved a little faster.

Wet hair hung loose. A heart pattern t-shirt with no bra. Red shorts that were so tight they left nothing to the imagination and her eyes were glued to his hand, watching as he stroked himself. He smiled wide enough to show teeth too perfect to be natural.

“Come over here.”

It wasn't a request and she rushed to obey. She learned quick, he had to give her that.

She stepped in front of him and he watched her struggle not to fidget with her hands. Sex with him still made her anxious. Good.

“Like what you see baby girl?”

She nodded, her eyes drifted down to his cock.

“Then get on your knees.”

She dropped to her knees and he grabbed her wet hair, forcing her face down to his crotch. The tip of her tounge hesitantly swiped the head of his cock before slipping back between her lips. Brat.

“That’s not going to work tonight doll.”

Rufo pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes and dipped his hand down the front of her shirt. He squeezed her breasts then painfully tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they strained against the fabric of her t shirt.

“I think I’ve been too easy on you. In fact, I think I need to fuck some fear back into your body. What do you say?”

Her eyes went wide and her lips parted in a soft gasp. He liked that look on her face and shifted to sit on the edge of the couch.

“Lets try this again.”

When he pulled her head down the second time, she made sure to take his cock in her mouth. She swallowed him down to the back of her throat, almost gagging in the process. Rufo held her there and enjoyed the feel of her struggling before he finally let her up for air. Thick strings of saliva trailed from her open mouth and connected to the head of his cock. Her eyes were red with tears and she quickly sucked in a breath of air before he pushed her back down. His other hand slid down her back to her ass and he squeezed hard enough to make her moan.

“That’s it baby. Just like that.”

Her mouth felt good wrapped around him, her tounge worked him just as much as her lips. Rufo moaned and raised his hand over her ass before bringing it down in a harsh slap. Her body jumped and he knew it had to hurt. He tightened his grip to keep her in place and slapped her just as hard on the other cheek. She tried to cry out, but couldn’t manage anything but a muffled sob around his cock. Rufo slapped again, over and over, alternating sides until finally, she tried to pull away from him. He yanked her head up, grabbing her bottom jaw as he brought his face down to hers.

“Did that hurt?”

She nodded, her swollen bottom lip protruded in a pout and Rufo laughed in her face. He knew it would take more than a couple of slaps to the ass to really hurt her. Hell, he’d done more than that in their short time together. She was pushing his boundaries, so he figured he might as well push hers right back. Rufo stood and picked her up by the head as if she weighed nothing. Her legs kicked out into empty air while he carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.

“You better suck it up sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

He cackled and threw her on the bed. A red silk scarf materialized between his hands as he climbed on top of her and used it to tie her wrists to the headboard. She held still for him and he grinned, happy with her sudden decision to obey. He’d never lost his temper with her, she wouldn’t still be alive if he had, but she knew just how dangerous he could be.

“Spread your legs.”

She lifted her knees, opening herself up just as he’d instructed. Rufo stripped off his clothing then climbed between her legs. A flick of the wrist, and a knife appeared in his hand. He watched her and ran his tongue over his teeth while he tested the sharp edge of the blade against the pad of his thumb. She struggled and pulled against the scarf, but she could try forever and never get out of those bonds. He had made sure of that.

“What are you going to do with that?”

The look on her face was driving him crazy. It was somewhere between fear and anticipation. He moved the tip of the knife to her hand and lightly scratched a trail down her arm, across her breast and abdomen, then finally came to rest at her mound. She was so close to tears, he could feel her body shaking underneath him.

“Why, I’m gonna use it to cut you up doll. You should try to hold still. Wouldn't want me to slip now would you?”

Her whimper made his cock throb and he pressed the flat of the blade against her slit. The thin material of her shorts was already damp and turned a slightly darker shade of red. Rufo smirked as his eyes flicked up to her face.

“Filthy girl. You’re not wearing any panties.”

Her cheeks flushed and he chuckled as he grabbed the crotch of her shorts. He pulled the material out away from her skin before slicing through it with one quick flick of his wrist. The blade almost nicked her skin causing her to flinch. Just the way he wanted. One look told him how wet she was, but instead of touching her he left her needy and exposed. Rufo ran the knife under her shirt and lifted, cutting it up the middle. The heart print pattern split in half and fell away, revealing nipples that quickly stiffened. He spared a moment to tease them before he grabbed her breast and squeezed. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her tits harder into his hand. No, she was enjoying it too much. He slapped her across the breast and she looked up at him with hurt in her eyes... so he did it again and again until her skin was puffy and red.

Once he was satisfied with the hand print, Rufo raised the knife to her hot skin and sliced the side of her breast just enough to bleed freely. Her jaw dropped open as he lowering his mouth to the cut. The sweet taste of her blood filled his mouth and he moaned while she screamed. He worked his way down her body; slicing and biting across her ribs, her stomach and finally her thighs. He watched her pussy as he sucked on the inside of her leg. She was even wetter now. Throbbing. His eyes followed the trail of blood and bruises covering her body until he could see her sweat soaked face. Her breathing was erratic, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half lidded while she panted. She was at the limit of her pain tolerance and as much as he wanted to push her past it, he enjoyed having a girlfriend.

Rufo tossed the knife off the edge of the bed and pushed two fingers inside her cunt while he moved his mouth to suck on her clit. Her eyes snapped open. She screamed his name and tried to sit up, but the scarf held her down. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, clenching as he pumped them in and out. She was wet enough so he added a third finger and curled them up to press against her g spot. She screamed when she came, but he didn't let up. He fingered her through her orgasm and didn't stop until she collapsed, limp on the bed.

Her insides were still twitching when he pushed his painfully hard cock deep inside her, filling her in one swift stroke. Rufo moaned and lifted her hips in his hands, bouncing her in his lap as he thrust in and out of her.

“You’ve got a great pussy baby. Always so wet and tight no matter what I do to you.”

No answer. He dropped her hips and changed the angle so he was leaning over her body. His hands rested on either side of her chest as he continued his steady rhythm. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep. She was out of it and that just wasn't going to work for him. He ran his hand along the side of her face before slapping her. Hard. Her eyes snapped opened but it took another slap before she finally focused on him. His hand moved from her face and closed around her neck as he picked up his pace. Rufo squeezed tighter and pounded into her, fucking her harder and faster than he ever had before. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, the bed springs sqeaked to his rhythm and he watched her eyes roll in her head. Her face was starting to change from red to blue when he felt the familiar tightening in his groin. Rufo thrust a few more times before he came, spilling his load deep inside her. He lowered his forehead to rest against hers and one final spasm followed a groan of pleasure, then it was over.

Rufo released her throat and watched her color return as she sucked in deep, sobbing breaths. Honestly, he would be surprised if she was able to speak tomorrow morning. A dark ring was forming around her neck but he knew some tricks with makeup to help her hide it from public view. He didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about his girl... or else he’d have to punish them. He smiled. He knew he was starting to feel the slightest hint of affection for her and it made him feel almost human again. She was entertaining and accepted what he was, which was a feat in it's own. Not only that, but the sex was great. She’d proven she could take physical punishment and he was willing to bet with some work, he could push her even further.

Rufo untied her and held her close while he stroked her hair. He told her what a good girl she was and how well she did and he meant it. He was proud of her. His desire for blood and violence was temporarily sated and he finally felt content, laying there with her in his arms.

[red-and-blue-sewer-circus-arc]

Rufo the Clown: Audience pt. 1 (revised)

An Empty one-shot

Warnings: voyeurism, possessive behavior, blood, gore, rough explicit smut

Earl E. (not to be confused with Earl C, it said so right on his uniform) stood in the bedroom of apartment number 504. He was the maintenance man of the building but he wasn’t there for work. In fact, the owner of the apartments had no idea he was there and that was the way he intended to keep it.

He ran his grimy fingers over the lacy panties belonging to Miss 504 before selecting a particularly nice pair and lifting them to his face for a good sniff. The thought of little Miss 504 wearing those panties made his cock stiffen and a smile spread across his face. He’d been watching her since she moved into the apartment two months ago. She was a pretty thing. Quiet and standoffish, but she had an ass that had become a major point of Earl’s fantasies as of late.

Earl was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the lock on the front door click. He shoved the panties into the pocket of his overalls before he scrambled to hide his large frame in the walk in closet. The closet door was one of those old fashioned ones that had wooden slates running across it and at just the right angle, Earl had a clear view of the room without being seen. He had, after all, installed those closet doors for just such an occasion. Maybe with some luck he would get a show from Miss 504. Maybe if he was really lucky he'd be able to surprise her and get more than just a show.

His hopes were quickly crushed when Miss 504 stepped into the bedroom... with her boyfriend. He was usually away for work, whatever it was that he did, so his presence caught Earl off guard. Earl wasn’t a man that was easily intimidated, but this guy made him feel uneasy in a way he couldn’t explain. They walked into the bedroom and Earl could have sworn he saw the man turn his ice blue eyes towards the closet door. There was no way he could be seen from the outside, but the thought of coming face to face with that guy and seeing that creepy smile again sent shivers down his spine.

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It had only taken a week of her living in the building for Earl to decide he really liked the look of Miss 504’s body. He found any excuse he could to work on her floor in the off chance he got a peek, and he was thrilled when the elevator he was working next to opened. There she was, trying to smooth her short skirt back into place with a deep blush on her cheeks. Her man was with her and it didn’t take a genius to figure out things had been hot and heavy in there a few moments ago. He probably had her stink all over his fingers, and was that blood on her lip? Nah, it must have been smeared lipstick. Earl let his eyes wander over her legs as the boyfriend grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the elevator. They were probably in a rush to get back to their apartment and finish what they started. Earl turned around to check out her ass as she walked by but instead, came face to face with the dark haired man.

He had the coldest eyes Earl had ever seen. The almost white blue of them just didn’t seem possible. Earl was a big guy, and while the boyfriend matched him in height, Earl easily weighed double what he did. He would be damned if he was gonna let this guy intimidate him. Earl stood a little straighter and made his voice sound a little deeper.

“You got a problem mister?”

The man continued to stare at him and Earl found it difficult to keep eye contact with the skinny little twerp. A smile stretched across the man’s face. It started on one side of his lips, then continued to spread until his smile was all Earl could focus on. It seemed too large, his teeth too straight and Earl noticed he had some of her (blood) lipstick smeared on his teeth. He leaned forward and Earl flinched. For a moment there, he had thought the man was going to bite him. Instead, he spoke to him in a pleasant, friendly voice.

“If you keep looking at my girl like that I’ll rip your eyes out of your skull. Do we have an understanding..” his eyes flicked down to Earl’s nametag. “Early?”

Earl nodded and the stranger reached out to pat him on the shoulder. His skin was hot, even through Earl's coveralls and he caught a whiff of something long dead.

“Smart move Early, maybe you do have a brain buried in all that blubber.”

He laughed and disappeared down the hallway, pulling his red faced girlfriend behind him. Earl stood frozen in place and tried to remember how to breathe.

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That was two months ago and since then Earl had convinced himself that he had heard him wrong. Nobody threatened a man his size, especially not in a tone as casual as if they had been discussing the weather. Still, it had taken a long time for Earl’s desires to burn out the memory of his fear. He had only recently started adding 504's panties to his collection.

Earl watched the man stare directly at the closet door and knew he hadn’t heard him wrong. The boyfriend reached behind him and pulled the bedroom door shut then clicked the lock in place. Miss 504 turned around.

“Rufo, what are you doing? Aren’t we going out to dinner?”

Rufo? What the hell kind of a name was that? Must have been a pet name. The man, Rufo, smiled as he stepped closer to the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Dinner can wait babydoll. I have something more important to do.”

Rufo grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. It wasn't a quick peck either. Earl could hear the sounds of their lips working together from his spot in the closet. He watched with envy as Rufo’s hand slid down her back and squeezed that perfect ass, almost like he was taunting him. She broke the kiss and Earl could hear her try and catch her breath.

“But Rufo, we have tickets to..”

Whatever she was going to say ended in a gasp as Rufo grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

“It's been a long time since I got to play with my girl.”

Rufo’s other hand traveled down her stomach and lifted her shirt up over her bra. He pinched the thin material covering her nipples.

“You know how I get when it's been a while. You wouldn’t be telling me no, now would you?”

Despite his predicament, Earl felt his cock start to harden while he watched them. He could just imagine how wet her pussy would be. His hand slipped into his pocket and he rubbed the soft material of her panties.

“I would never tell you no Rufo."

“That’s my girl.”

Rufo grabbed her bra and ripped it open, making her tits bounce before he roughly palmed them. Earl pulled the panties from his pocket and wiped at the sweat on his forehead. He watched that lucky bastard lower his mouth to her breasts while his other hand rubbed her shorts between her legs. Earl was considering pulling out his cock for a quick stroke when 504 yelped in pain. Rufo moved his mop of dark curly hair and Earl realized there was a bleeding bite mark right above her nipple. He expected her to push Rufo away or slap him but instead she moaned and rocked against his hand. Go figure. They were in to some freaky shit.

Rufo let go of her hair and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed where she landed with a bounce. Honestly, Earl was impressed. He didn’t see how a man that size could be strong enough to toss her that far, let alone make it seem so easy. Rufo walk across the room and Earl had to squint for a better look. There was something wrong with his face. The flesh seemed to run like a candle melting, or a balloon deflating, but that couldn’t be right. Earl was convinced there was something wrong with his eyes up until the point Rufo reached up and pulled off his face.

Earl slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming as he watched Rufo's fingers dig into his own flesh. He pulled down and the whole thing came of in one piece before he tossed it to the side. Earl didn't see where it landed, but he heard it hit with a wet thwap. His stomach churned as he prepared to see a red mass of muscle where Rufo's face had been. What he wasn't expecting was skin as white as fresh snow. Earl adjusted his position and when he looked again he realized Rufo’s face wasn’t just white. Blue triangles sat above and below his eyes and a big red smile was painted across his mouth. He looked like a fucking clown.

Rufo leaned over 504 and grabbed her shorts. He yanked them off her body and Earl caught a quick glimpse of her panties. They matched the pair in his hand. Rufo wrapped a titanium white hand around her throat and squeezed. Earl heard her wheeze as Rufo pressed her into the bed and stared down at her. His eyes narrowed.

“You are my girl, aren’t you?”

She nodded and gasped for air. Rufo's expression didn't change as his other hand ran up her thigh and dipped into her panties. Earl couldn’t see from his angle, but he could hear exactly what he was doing to her. Rufo's face split into that damn cocky smirk that Earl hated so much. It was even worse with the clown makeup on.

“This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it babydoll?"

To prove his point, Rufo squeezed tighter. 504 tried to answer him, but only a gargled, choking sound came out. Earl thought for sure this was it. Rufo was going to kill her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her lips turned blue. Just when it seemed like she was about to lose conciousness, Rufo let her go. She choked and gasped for air while her hands ran over her heated face. Rufo pulled his fingers out of her and laughed.

“Naughty girl. You liked that, didn't you? Now, I want you to get on your hands and knees for me.”

504 rolled over and crawled to the middle of the bed. She was facing Earl’s hiding spot and she didn’t even know it.

“Like this Rufo?”

She pressed her tits against the bed and stuck her ass up in the air, shaking it for him while she smiled. Earl desperately wished the closet was on the other side of the room. He still felt pretty confident that neither of them knew he was there, until he noticed Rufo staring right at the door. There was no way. He felt his blood run cold and his erection wither away as Rufo winked then unzipped his slacks.

[red-and-blue-sewer-circus-arc]

Rufo the Clown: Audience pt. 2 (revised)

Warnings: voyeurism, possessive behavior, blood, gore, rough explicit smut

“Just like that. Keep facing the closet for me”

Was he fucking with him? Earl made it a point not to look at another mans junk but even he couldn’t help but stare when Rufo pulled his out. His dick was the same shade of white as his face and arms! Earl watched Rufo crawled on the bed behind Miss 504 like it was the most natural thing in the world and slap her on the ass. Rufo pulled her panties up between her cheeks and spanked her again. This time he hit her harder and she gave another little yelp of pain.

“You HAVE been waiting for me, haven't you?”

504 looked over her shoulder at him.

“Of course I have Rufo. Now please. I want you so bad.”

She pushed her ass back against him, her voice was thick with lust and Earl was surprised she wasn’t panting like a bitch in heat. Rufo chuckled. That stupid cocky grin was still planted on his face as he lined up and pulled her back on his cock.

“Careful what you wish for doll.”

Earl watched the expression on 504's face change. She bit her lip while Rufo pushed inside her and when he grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting, her mouth dropped open in a little o of pleasure. There had been a few nights where Earl had jacked off to the thought of her making that face for him.

“Rufo!”

Rufo reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He lifted her upper body off the bed until it was flush against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled and squeezed her tits while he kissed a trail down her neck to her shoulder.

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

Rufo stared down Earl’s hiding spot and sank his teeth into her shoulder. 504 grit her teeth, but when blood started to run past his red painted lips and drip down her breast, she screamed in pain. Rufo didn't stop thrusting as he bit down again and left another set of teeth marks on her body. This time it was his name she cried.

Earl shifted his position in the closet and cursed under his breath. It was barely audible to him, but he noticed the clowns body tense. Rufo pulled his bloody lips from her skin and frowned inside his clown smile. He bared his teeth in anger and slammed her face back down into the mattress, holding her down while he pounded into her.

“You know what I would do to you if I found out you were fucking around on me?!”

He moved his hand from her hip only long enough to slap her ass again before he resumed the harsh pace of his thrusts. 504 gripped the blankets so tight Earl could see her knuckles turn white.

“Only you Rufo… you’re the only one who gets to fuck me!”

That seemed to please the clown. His smirk returned and he changed the angle of his hip to move with her instead of against her. Soon she was moaning louder than Earl thought a quiet girl like her could. Rufo pulled her head up and gave Earl a good look at her face as she came. The manic clown behind her laughed and let her body drop to the bed. He grabbed his cock, now covered in her cream, and gave it a few hard jerks before thick streams of cum shot out and covered her back. Rufo groaned and leaned his head back to try and catch his breath while 504 rolled over and smiled up at him.

“Rufo, I'm going to have to shower again.”

Rufo looked down at her, a sadistic smile planted on his face as he tucked himself back into his slacks.

“Sorry Doll. You know I just can't resist performing in front of an audience.”

Earl barely had time to stand up straight as Rufo flew across the room and threw open the closet door. Earl came out swinging. He put every ounce of weight he had behind a punch meant to knock out the clown, but Rufo ducked at the last minute and grabbed him by the wrist. 504 screamed as Earl’s forward momentum was used against him and Rufo swung him against the wall. His considerable weight busted through the plaster, leaving an impressive hole. Earl felt the tendons in his wrist snap but the adrenaline coursing through his system did wonders for the pain. He tried to stand up and throw a punch with his one remaining arm, but Rufo was too fast for him. Earl didn’t know where the knife came from, he didn't even see it until he was pinned to the wall with the long blade wedged between the bones in his forearm. Earl opened his mouth to bellow his rage and hurt but slim fingers wrapped around his face with bruising force and cut off any noise he would have made. He tried to lunge forward in one last rush but he was held down with impossible strength. He should have been able to overpower the slim man, nobody was that strong, but Rufo held him still without even breaking a sweat.

Earl’s eyes went wide as he finally got a good look at the clown face. The pattern had been carved from his skin deep enough to stick a fingertip in. Earl could make out the twisted knots of scars hidden just underneath the colored patches of skin. Skin, not face paint.

Rufo stared at him with eyes that seemed to glow with insanity from deep in their sockets. When he spoke, his voice sounded like dry, dead leaves rustling in the wind. Heat radiated off his body and Earl gagged against the stench of death.

“Early Early Early. I thought we had an understanding.”

Rufo casually reached out and Earl thought he was going to brush his hair back from his sweaty forehead. Instead, he felt the hot finger of the clown push behind his eyeball and pop it out of the socket. Rufo gripped they eye and pulled until all of the connective tissue snapped and the organ came free. Earl screamed but the vice like grip on his mouth muffled the noise. Rufo glanced at the eye before he crushed it and tossed the gooey remains to the side.

“Now that the cats out of the bag so to speak, I'm going to ask you one more time. Have you been fucking our friend Earl here behind my back?”

Earl could see 504 with his one remaining watery eye. She had been watching the whole thing, one hand covered her mouth and the other arm held across her breasts like he hadn’t already seen everything she had and then some. He silently pleaded with her to do anything, say anything to save him. She moved her hand from her mouth and grabbed the little decorative pillow beside her. It was almost comical the way she threw the pillow at the clowns head. The look of surprise on the clowns face before he turned to glare at her was even better. Earl almost felt like laughing.

“Of course I haven’t! I didn’t even know he was in there! I wouldn’t have done that stuff with you if I knew. That creep saw... everything.”

Her face burned red with embarrassment and she looked away from both of them. So much for mercy.

“I believe you babydoll, but a man comes home from work and finds some rube in his closet he’s entitled to ask a few fucking questions.”

Rufo turned his attention back to Earl, the grip on his face tightened as he leaned closer.

“Your turn now Early. I’m going to let you go and you’re not going to scream. You’re going to explain to me just what you were doing in that closet and you better make it damn good.”

Rufo moved his hand and Earl stammered.

“I was...look pal. You don’t know what she's like when you’re gone. Parading her ass all around in those skimpy outfits. She’s been begging me for attention. If anyones to blame here, it's her.”

Earl ignored the look of indignation on her face as he wet his dry lips.

“Honest man. You gotta believe me.”

Rufo looked him up and down then reached into the pocket of his uniform and pulled out the sweat stained stolen panties. He waved them in front of Earl’s face.

“Final answer Early?”

Earl took a shaky breath and licked his lips again as hope died. In that moment he knew he wasn't going to make it out in one piece.

“Earl. It’s just Earl. They put the E on my uniform because Earl C is the groundskeeper.”

Rufo shrugged and reached into Earl’s mouth. His bloody fingers wrapped around his tounge and he pulled. The muscle stretched a lot further than Earl would have guessed before it tore free. Earl thrashed his head from side to side but couldn’t shake the clowns hold. Blood spurted out of his mouth and hit the clown in the face, but Rufo simply smiled and tossed the tongue down beside the remains of his eye.

“Unfortunately for you, Earl, I could hear your heavy breathing as soon as I walked through the front door. I wonder what you would have done to my girl if I hadn't shown up?”

Earl tried to scream when Rufo pulled the knife out of his arm, but only succeeded in choking on his own blood. Rufo grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him away from the wall.

“You're a bad man Earl, and bad men have to be punished. Oh, I almost forgot.”

Rufo chuckled and ripped Earl’s nametag from his uniform. He tossed it to the woman on the bed.

“Wouldn’t want to make identifying the body too easy for them. Pack your bags doll, I think it’s time we relocated.”

Rufo kept a tight grip on the back of Earl’s neck as he steered him towards the bedroom door. Earl only had a moment to wonder what was in store for him before Rufo changed course and flung him towards the large bay windows that covered the far wall of the bedroom. He let loose a gargled scream as his weight carried him through the windows and over the balcony in a crash of shattered glass. Earl fell five stories, head first, while the clown laughed. His last conscious effort was to put up his hands as the sidewalk rushed up to meet him.

[spooky-raccoon]

It’s a Rufo loving night but I won’t torture ya’ll with a shit ton of reblogs.  

I will however post Part 7 while I also type up a one shot because I have a mighty fucking need right now.