#rufo: his shirt

[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.

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Finale-Part 14)

The finale!  Part 14 of Road Trip!

Rufo x Female Reader

Bold is Rufo’s Perspective

Non-bold is Reader Perspective

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

         I heard Albert walking around in the early hours of the morning and I figured I’d give him a little bit more time.  He could be a bit of a sourpuss in the morning depending on the day.  I was already wired from my now empty thermos of coffee and knew he would need his few cups too to get started.  (Y/N) seemed to be doing alright from what I could tell so I slipped out to take a bathroom break and see if he needed help with anything.  He had me help with breakfast.  Both of us were quiet as we cooked away.  The stress of the day was already so thick in the air that I could cut with the butter knife I was using on some toast.  

        Albert finally spoke though.  “After we all eat, I’ll start getting the living room ready.  You and her freshen up.  And Cecil.”

        “Yeah Albert.”  I looked over to him from my simple task.

         “I’ll need some of your blood for some of the symbols I put on her. You and her have a strong connection so it’ll help keep her anchored.”

        “Whatever you need Albert.”  I perhaps sounded more groggy and the yawn I let out didn’t help.

         “You didn’t sleep a wink did you?”  Albert said without missing a beat as he started to slice oranges for orange juice.  The man knew me well.  I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to flipping the eggs.

        “No.  Not a single wink.  Been too wired after yesterday and what almost happened.”

        “Can’t say I blame you Cecil.  I’ve seen what this sort of thing does to someone.  It’s not pretty.  Not even your hands would have stopped what would happen if you were alone or still at that hospital.  Angry spirits get what they want after all and they don’t care how.  You know that very well.”  There was a hint of a smile on his face that I caught out of the corner of my eye.

       “I had a little bit of help.  Even the greatest escape artists has a great assistant behind the scenes.”

        “And it’s been one of the best investments I’ve ever made, Cecil. I consider you a friend besides just someone who works for me. You know very few have that title.”

       “Albert, I think you need more coffee.”  I cracked a smile, a genuine one since a few days ago.  “Either you’re still tired or you’re getting just a bit mushy in your old age.”

       “If that was the case I would be goo a long, long time ago.” Albert let out a chuckle while we wrapped up breakfast.  “Now, go make sure she eats and then we’ll get started.”

        I grabbed the plates he offered to me along with another cup of coffee for myself.  I probably didn’t need it after the thermos, but I have a hard time saying no to a good cup of coffee.  I didn’t really touch my food.  Instead I made sure she ate, and she seemed fine as she took each bite.  Almost like the other day didn’t happen and she didn’t almost spew some too powerful spirit energy from her mouth.  She was still like a limp doll but that would change soon. Soon she’d be back to normal and she would smile with that sparkle in her eyes.  She would hug me tight and I’d hear her voice again.  We could take silly pictures again on her phone and I can take her to diners when I go to bring her home.  I cupped her cheek and gave her a feather like kiss on her lips then looked into her eyes.  I hope she could see right back into mine.

       “We’re gonna get you right as rain (Y/N).  It’ll be alright soon.”  I knew she couldn’t answer me back, but I just wish she could say something.

       With a heavy sigh I scooped her up into my arms, bridal style, and made my way with her to the living room.  The furniture had already been pushed to the sides and Albert was busy drawing a variety of symbols on the floor in chalk.  For now he had me set her down on the couch.

       “Your hand Cecil my boy.”  He held out his hand and I offered mine to him.  “This will hurt just for a brief moment.”

       “Don’t worry about me Albert.  Not the first time I’ve been cut up.”

       Albert chuckled before grabbing one of his knives he had at the ready and gripped my wrist.  He made a few quick cuts and the blood that came from them he gathered in a small bowl. I had already healed as he knelt down by (Y/N) and collected some of hers.  Did it irk me a little as I watched the knife cut her next?  Maybe but I had to remember it would help.  I watched as he mixed the two together and pour in a mix of various concoctions.  I didn’t understand what he was doing but I didn’t need to.  As long as it got her back.

       “Lay her in the middle Cecil.”  He gestured and I did as instructed.

        He got beside her once more and with a small paint brush he started to paint symbols on her visible skin.  I was almost mesmerized as he made sure he got each one right.  I could barely hear him start to mumble under his breath, but he was saying some sort of chant.

       When he covered most of her chest that's when the screaming started. It wasn’t like the ones I heard in that run-down cabin that were hers.  No. These were like a beast got its leg stuck in a trap and was being stabbed by hunters.  She started to thrash, and Albert barked at me to get her pinned down.  I could barely hear him over the howling, but I moved.  I had her arms pinned down and he positioned himself to sit on her legs though she still managed to rock us both around.  That’s when I saw a light come from her mouth.

        “Albert!  Hurry up!” I moved quickly so my knees were keeping her arms down so my hands were now free to clamp her mouth shut.

        “Haven’t had anything so feisty in a while.”  I could hear Albert mutter as he dropped the brush and opted for a knife instead.  “She won’t like this but right now I don’t think she gives a damn.”  With her shirt hoisted up he started to cut into the flesh of her stomach more symbols and he spoke more words in forgotten languages. As he chanted he yanked my hands away just in time for her mouth to open and a series of orbs came from her mouth that flew around the room and fizzled away.

      The strange growls that were coming from her suddenly died down and I watched as her eyes came back into focus on the world around her.  I moved off her arms and stayed to her side, my hands going to cup her cheeks.  Her skin felt so hot and after the strange clamminess it had felt not an hour ago I was relieved.  She looked so exhausted and like she was about to pass out.  Though I couldn’t blame her if she did right there.

       “Doll?  Talk to me (Y/N).  Let me know it’s you and not some rube in there.”  I didn’t mean to sound hopeless or to beg but after everything I just wanted to see her back to normal.

       “Rufo?”  My throat felt sore, almost like I had been on roller coaster all day and screaming the whole ride.  “Where.. where am I?”  I tried to sit up, but my body felt stiff and weak.  Rufo moved to help me up and I saw a man standing in front of me.  Looking around I could see a bowl of a red liquid and then there was a pain in my stomach.  When I looked down I saw weird symbols etched into my skin.  “What the fuck happened to me?”

       “You, my dear, got caught in something nasty when you played hero for our dear Cecil.”  The man went to gather the items that were around.  With the things put away he offered me a hand for a handshake which I took.  He had a firm grip though I expected as much from a man who was built like a middle-aged truck driver.  His eyes seemed friendly, but something was off in them.  “Albert Miles.  You can call me a longtime friend of Cecil’s.”  His hand let go of mine and he helped Rufo get me up onto my feet then sitting down on the couch when we realized my legs weren’t ready just quite yet. “He brought you too me after the little incident with Crowley in the cabin.  It’s a good thing he did, or you certainly would have been lost.”

       “I don’t know how to thank you but, well, thank you.”  Rufo put a blanket around my shoulders which I held tighter onto me before grabbing something to clean my cut into stomach.

       “No need for thank you’s (Y/N).  It’s not often Cecil brings a friend over so I’m happy to help.”  There was that smile again that almost sent chills down my spine, but I smiled back at him.  His eyes went to Rufo who now slipped an arm around me.  “You two clean up then get some rest for a few days before heading back.  And take your time to bring her home.  We don’t need anything to be rushed.”  With that Albert turned on his heel and walked toward what I saw was most likely the kitchen.  “I’ll make us a lunch.  Exorcism’s always leave me hungry.”

       Lunch passed with a blur and the rest of the day followed suite.  Seeing the smile on Rufo’s face was the main thing that was consistent though.  Even as he helped me shower or get into bed there was always a smile on his face.  Albert had been a kind host and I found myself thanking him maybe a little too much as he and Rufo were getting the car ready for the drive.

       “Now, now (Y/N), I’m happy to help.  Besides, Cecil and I have an agreement so I’m always pleased when we can both benefit from it.”  Albert handed me a small leather satchel.  I could hear the clanking of vials inside as I took it.  “There’s some medicine in here in case you start to feel a little off.  There may be some aftereffects but keep up with it and you’ll be just fine.  Only a few sips each time mind you.”

       “Thank you, Albert.  For everything.”  I managed one final thank you before Rufo ushering me to the car.  We both gave Albert a wave goodbye and we were off.

        The drive was mostly quiet but the occasional song singing and light chit chat.  It was almost like nothing happened, but I knew Rufo was keeping an eye on me.  I could see from the corner of his eye how often it would flick over to me.  He even reminded me a few times to take the medicine before I realized I needed it.  It was good to be back again though I had questions.

        “What happened after I hit you out of the light?  I only remember pain and then not being here.” We were sat in a diner, far from others though it wasn’t exactly busy.  Rufo raised a brow while he was taking a mindful chew from his burger.

       “Crowley and I immediately took you to a hospital.  I was too angry to go inside so he took you in. We realized this was something regular treatment wouldn’t fix so he had me take you to Albert.”  He leaned back in his seat as he spoke, and he fiddled with his glass in his free hand.  “I honestly expected him to try to fight me while he had the chance but seems you said the magic word that turns that little switch in him when you just lost consciousness of yourself.”  He could see my confusion clear on my face and there was a small smile on the corner of his lip.  “You said one little word.  Please.”

       I sat there for the rest of meal, both a little confused and thankful. To be fair, a lot of this strange world I was exposed to left me very confused ever since Rufo revealed his clown face to me.  Even when Crowley first sat down across from me at that small diner and warned me about Rufo.  Maybe one day I’d get the answers about some things but for now I was ready to wrap up this vacation and get back home.

       It was almost nice to get back into my town and then to see my small home on the block coming into view.  Rufo pulled into the driveway and despite me saying I could get it, we spent a few minutes getting my things either in the house or in the garage where I could take care of it later.  The whole time though there was an odd look on his face.  He looked almost lost and perplexed.  When the last of it was put away we found ourselves standing in my driveway.

       “(Y/N) promise you’ll take care while I’m gone.”  His hands rested heavy on my shoulder and my gaze went up to his face.  He was already looking down at me.

        “I promise, Rufo.  Don’t worry too much about me.  Promise me that you’ll take care as well.”  That made him crack a bit of a smile.

       “Oh, don’t worry about me doll.  I’m hard to get rid of.”  His brows raised, eyes widening a bit like he remembered something, and he quickly reached for something in his pocket.  “I, well, I got this for you for when you woke up, but it slipped my mind to give it to you then.  I wanted you to recover and rest first.”  He slipped out a small box and he handed it over to me.  

        “Rufo, you didn’t need to get me anything.”  He slipped it into my hand, a move insisting I take it regardless my protests.  With everything that’s happened and how he’d been, I couldn’t really say no.  I opened it and revealed inside the lovely locket inside.  “Rufo, it’s beautiful.  Thank you.” I went to flip it open to make sure the hinge worked properly, and I saw a picture of the two of us inside.  The selfie from the cliff.

         “Albert must have put that in.”  Rufo chuckled and I could see him shaking his head.  “He’s always been a sly man.”

        “I’ll have to thank him again another time.”  Rufo slipped the necklace from my hand and helped me put it on.

       “I need to get going.  I promise to come back.”  Rufo’s eyes roamed over my face like he was trying to make sure he remembered every little feature.  “And when I do, I’ll take you on another trip and I’ll show you all the best sites out there. Coney Island, every fun little museum and we’ll do anything else you want.”

        “I’d like that a lot, Rufo.”  My hands went to hold the back of his neck and we shared one last kiss.  It was deep and I felt my heart skip wildly in my chest.  Everything in me didn’t want to let him go but I knew he couldn’t stay.

       I felt my heart sink as he gave me one last smile before turning and walking down the street.  I watched him until he was a speck on the horizon.  

 A FEW WEEKS LATER

        Rufo had been gone for a little over a month now and he kept in contact when he could.  Usually always by a different phone number but it was always nice to know he was both doing well and to just hear from him.  He always said he’d be back soon though it felt like it would take longer and longer.  Either way, I’d be patiently waiting.  Our last conversation he was nearly all the way across the states but the good news he was almost done with his job.  Almost.

        The next morning I found myself sitting at the dining table with breakfast fresh on the table.  And then a knock on the door.  Usually the newspaper delivery boy just hit the door but perhaps he was trying a different approach.  I got up, still in my pajamas and somewhat messy hair, and answered the door.

        “Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes doll.”  Rufo in his human look was there and he had a duffel bag in hand. “Miss me?”

       “Rufo!”  The duffel bag fell to the ground as I nearly tackled the man to the ground, and he had to quickly grab me.  “You’re here!”

        “I had to lead you on a little bit.  I needed to make sure you were surprised when I came back.  I think it worked pretty well, don’t you think?” He let out a laugh and he smiled down at me.  “Finish what you were doing and get ready to go.”

        “Where are we going?”  A look of confusion replaced my excitement but that only made him smile even wider.

        “Just on a little road trip.  I got it all planned out and set up for us.  It’ll be a blast (Y/N).”  He grinned before planting a gentle kiss on my smiling lips.  

       I used to ask myself if I would have agreed all that time ago if I would still let the man at the gas station into my car when he asked for a ride. As we drove down some random highway in the back way of somewhere that question popped into my head once more.  The answer has always been yes.

[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.

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        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.  

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Road Trip (Part 9)

Rufo x Female Reader

Part 9 of Road Trip

This part is in Rufo’s perspective.

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        Rufo stared down at the woman lying beside him. Her hair was in a wild mess both from the events of the night and of her tossing some in her sleep.  It was amusing how wild it had become.  Her lips were ever so slightly parted, and I chuckled to myself when I swiped my thumb at some drool on the corner of her lips. She was out like a light with not a flinch in sight when I touched her.  I didn’t want to think it, but she looked rather beautiful.  Even with the hint of the morning light that hit her face as it broke into their room as it finally got passed the gray clouds outside. The way her nose twitched as she slept, her soft snores that she probably didn’t know she even did, her soft little coos that followed suit.

         I furrowed my brows and I resisted the urge to smack myself upside the head.  I still didn’t want to wake her, so I forced himself to look up at the ceiling, my mind whirling with my frustrations.  A woman was beside me.  One I had decided not to kill when we first met simply because she had a good taste in music.  And that sweet smile of hers as her face lit up.  Then I got to know her, and she got to know me.  Even after I showed her my secret she didn’t make any hints of leaving. Which I was really thankful for because I didn’t want to kill her at that point.  Instead, she wanted to keep going on this little road trip with me. Hell, even with Crowley on our heels she still wanted to keep going.  Though what if she got mixed up and got hurt?  I shook my head as my brows only furrowed more.  No, I wouldn’t let that happen.  I would drop her off somewhere and find another car.  

         (Y/N) was starting to stir as she started to wake up which caught my attention, pulling me away from thoughts that were less than friendly.  I rolled over to my side and in turn so did she.  I watched as her body stretched and felt her grab onto me.  She was so warm, so gentle even in the early morning hours. Her tired eyes blinked slowly and were soon looking up at my own.  Then she smiled.  That gentle, soft smile that at times I couldn’t get out of my head.  Her hand reached up and I quickly glanced to it as it landed on my cheek.  Her thumb grazed over part of the triangle like scar below my eye.  It felt strange and I could feel myself on edge, as if suddenly she would despise everything about it, about me.  But no, her smile never wavered and neither did her touch. Her touch was so gentle compared to how rough and damaged the shaped scar was.

         “Good morning, Rufo.  Did you sleep well?”  Her voice was even gentle despite a gravely undertone.  She had used quite a bit of her vocal cords and I smiled at the memory of our romping last night.

         “Like the dead, doll.  How about yourself?”  I went to go tug the blankets away from us so we could get started with the day.

          “Best I have in a long time.”  She had a beaming smile as she sat up and ran her hand through her bedhead to try to tame it.  It didn’t work but the effort was there.  

          “Very good.  Couldn’t have you not sleeping well doll.”  I let out a hearty chuckle as I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a morning shower.  I didn’t notice her coming in behind me until her arms wrapped around my torso and she peaked around from my side as I lifted my arm.  “Wanting to join me this morning?”  A crooked grin grew on my face.

          “If you didn’t mind of course.  Cut our shower time in half too.”  Her fingertips trailed along my skin as she pulled her arms away so she could start the shower for us.  Something in the moment felt right.  Though I knew I shouldn’t be here like this with her.  Yet I still made the choice to stay.

          “You’re right about that doll.”  I slipped my fingers through my blue curls as I turned around to meet her gaze.  Blush had dusted her cheeks and I could tell she had been looking over me as she waited for me to join her.  “Feeling alright there?”  I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went past her to get under the hot spray of water.

          “Y-Yeah, I am.”  She muttered as she joined in with me.  Her cheeks only became more flushed which put a smile on my face.

           Halfway through the shower I couldn’t help to get a little handsy.  She was washing her hair when I moved her hands to the side to slip my hands where hers had been.  There was a look of surprise and her cheeks only got redder as my fingers worked the shampoo into her hair.  I could see she was melting a little and her body pressed into mine.  My cock hardened against her stomach and I could hear the faintest of surprised gasps from her as it twitched between us.  It didn’t take long after me rinsing out her hair for me to have her up on the wall with her legs around my waist.  Her face was buried into my neck as she clung onto me for what felt like dear life with every thrust.  I knew my fingertips would leave a nice pattern of bruises on her ass the harder they dug into her.  

         It didn’t take long to get her to cum the first time or even the fourth time until she was limp in my arms.  She was even whining when another climax of hers was building up.  Despite her weak whimpering protests of another orgasm, her body tensed then shuddered against my body as she got lost in the wave.  It was a lovely sight to see, I had to admit.  The way her eyes rolled back, how her mouth dropped open even with no noise coming out, how even after becoming so tired she still tried to claw and grab at me.  I felt the tug of my own gut hinting to my release so quickly I slid myself out, getting cum all over her stomach and part of her chest as a deep groan left my chest.

          Both of us panted as I moved her to be under the spray of water so she could get clean again.  Her fingertips still lingered against my skin even though it was hot to the touch.  She didn’t seem to mind the heat though, more so sought it out as she only held tighter. She stayed in my arms as I stepped us out of the shower and until I set her down on the counter to dry her off.  I could hear that annoying voice in the back of my head, the one telling me this was a bad idea, that I should just find an excuse to leave and make sure to never see her again.  Instead though we went about our day, going out to enjoy the town one more time before one last night in the hotel.  Just one more day I kept thinking to myself.

         We had found some goodies in a few of the stores we hadn’t gotten to look at the other day and then grabbed a bite to eat at one of the local diners.  I couldn’t help but to watch her.  The way she walked, the way her body moved when she was standing in place, how her eyes lit up when something caught them.  Everything caught my eye.  So did the middle-aged sleaze ball of a rube who had been eyeing her since we had sat down in the diner.  He wasn’t exactly hiding how he was looking at her though she hadn’t noticed as she was focused on me.  He didn’t seem to be deterred by the fact of my presence and he was even pretty ballsy when we left.  The rube had the gall to get up and follow us.  She hadn’t noticed just yet since he was keeping some distance away.  I wasn’t going to let some rube ruin our day.

           “Aw dang it.”  I huffed out as I patted my pocket in an exaggerated manner.  “Forgot my wallet back at the diner.  I’ll be right back doll.  Wait here for me.”  I guided her to lean against the wall and gave her a wink.  “Won’t be too long, I promise.”

          She had agreed to stay put just before I turned to head toward the diner.  I saw the rube leaning out from an alley to peek to see where we were.  He was doing a shabby job at being secret. Perfect.  He couldn’t get much of a reaction out except for a grunt as I grabbed him to shove him back into the alley.  I had a firm grip on the front of his shirt as I dragged him deeper between the two buildings, at least far enough so anyone who passed by wouldn’t really notice unless they looked hard enough.

         “Trying to cop a feel on her rube?  Get in her pants hm?”  I shoved him against the wall despite his kicks.  He also couldn’t really answer me as I had a hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply just enough.  “See a pretty girl in town and you wanna just ruin her.  Men like you give gentleman like me a bad name. As if she’d want a rube like you.” My finger tightened and that lovely bubble of rage inside me was starting to get worse.

          Worse it certainly did as I beat the man to a near bloody pulp.  How dare this vile piece of flesh and bone think about tainting someone precious with his filthy hands.  How dare he even let the thought cross his mind that he could even try to get her alone while I was near her.  He tried to beg but his words didn’t last too much longer.  My hands squeezed around his throat and I could feel his windpipe breaking under my fingers that was followed by the snap of his neck.  It was a satisfying noise, I couldn’t lie.  He was a bloody mess and gone as I stood up from where I had my fun.  Sure, I was a bit bloody myself, but we would be out of town soon and with the sun setting it would be easier to slip back to the hotel.  I must have taken too long though and she had gotten worried about me.

          “Rufo?”  Her voice broke through the silence and down the alleyway.  And then a gasp.  “Rufo!? What the hell?”  Now I turned to see her, eyes wide as she looked at the body at my feet.

          “Look doll, I can explain.”  I took a step closer and she took one back.  “Look, I’m not gonna hurt you.  I made a promise.  Let’s just get back to the hotel so I can get changed and we can go about our evening. Okay?”  Her eyes wavered between me and the body, a look of uncertainty and terror that didn’t sit well with me.  “Doll, I’m a man of my word.  Just listen, he was following us.  Following us for you.  You didn’t see the look on his face that I saw.”  I could feel my skin starting to pull taunt and my human skin wasn’t looking so human.  “That rube wanted to fucking touch you and there was no way in hell I was gonna let that happen.”  My hands grabbed her shoulder and she finally looked me in the eyes with a surprised expression.  Probably because my fingertips were digging into her skin and I was starting to heat up.

           “I… Alright Rufo.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper and I got her quickly out of the alleyway and we managed to slip back into the motel room.  

           “I’ll be back in a bit.���  I locked the door and shut the blinds before going to the bathroom to wash up.

          I looked myself in the mirror when I was drying off my hair, letting my wet curls fall wherever they wanted when I set the towel down.  My skin looked more supple from me calming down and my skin was only hot now from the shower.  As I looked at myself all I could see was the look on her face when she had found me in that alley.  The fear in her eyes and it made me feel a tightness in my chest.  I didn’t like it.  My hand rubbed along my chest through my chest hair as that one thought came back into my mind.  

          Leave her behind to find a new car and get back to my work.  Especially with Crowley on our tail.  I couldn’t let him get too close to her.  I felt my skin getting taut at the thought and had to calm myself before going back out in just a pair of underwear.  She had been laying out in the bed and she was flipping through the channels, already changed into her pajamas for the night.  She hadn’t noticed me, and I could see the disinterest in her eyes as channel after channel passed.  She looked peaceful as if she hadn’t seen the body of a man that I murdered in an alleyway and me splattered in his blood.  I made my way over to the bed and that’s when she looked up to me with her smile.  That smile.

          I waited until she was fast and deep in her sleep before grabbing my bag and leaving.  I walked a little bit before ‘borrowing’ car.  I didn’t drive long.  Just a few towns over so I could at least get some rest.  I made the decision to try to enjoy the circus that was in town the next day. Besides, a clown like myself had to make sure the other clowns were doing things properly.

         Sitting in the motel room was strange.  So empty. Even though there wasn’t a storm raging outside for once I could feel one raging inside of me.  I made myself sleep though.

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Road Trip (Part 6)

Rufo x Female Reader

Part 6 to Road Trip

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         With the tent packed up and everything back into the car we finally made it to the Midwest.  We stopped in a small town for some lunch and to fill up the tank once more. Rufo had gone inside to pay for the gas and probably grab something to drink.  He was gone for a longer than usual, but we had been driving for a bit already and perhaps he needed a pit stop then make sure his legs were properly ready to go. However, when he came out he looked like he was in a hurry.  There was a mixture of annoyance and anger on his face as he approached me and the car. I went to ask him if everything was alright, but he just came around to me and grabbed me by the arm so he could drag me around the car.  Despite my protest and questioning he shoved me almost a little too roughly into the passenger seat then hurried himself into the driver seat.  He peeled out of the gas station and went off an exit that was making us go in a completely different direction.

        “Rufo!  What the hell is going on!?”  I finally managed to get the seat belt on me, clearly frustrated from his behavior.    We were heading a completely different way than planned which only spiked my confusion. That’s when I noticed something red on the spot of my arm he had grabbed me that had bled into my shirt.  It was wet and smelled irony like blood.  “Rufo.  What’s going on?”  My voice dropped and I looked to him.  I saw his hands covered in blood along the front of his shirt.  “What the fuck!?”

         “Ah, language doll.”  He held up a hand with a finger pointed up to silence me.  “And calm down.  Be thankful it’s not yours and the bastard deserved it anyways.”

         He looked calm, as if nothing was wrong, as if he wasn’t covered in someone else’s blood.  I pushed myself back into the far corner of my seat as I looked on at him. The thought of dialing 9-1-1 came to mind but what if he went after me next?  I was in easy reach of him and I didn’t know what he was capable of doing. That’s when he looked over at me. Something looked wrong with his skin. As if it didn’t fit too right like it had before.

         “Calm down.  I ain’t gonna kill ya.  I killed the bastard to protect us.”  He looked back ahead, wiping his bloody hands on a spot of his pants that didn’t have blood. “Had one of Crowley’s cards.  Saw it as I walked by and while he was taking his phone out to dial him.  Kept looking right at me as he fumbled with his phone.  Thankfully the clerk didn’t notice as I dragged the guy to the back to give him, well, a talk so to speak.”

         My heart was thudding in my chest and words were hard to find.  Maybe Crowley had been right.  Rufo was so calm about murdering someone, it was clear he had done it before.  Or maybe just aftershock of the first time? Or if he had before just how many times had he done it before?  I didn’t ask to find out.  I just stayed quiet in my seat and so did he.  Even when one of his favorite songs came on.

         “That wasn’t your first kill, was it?”  I finally spoke and my voice cracked a little at the end.  I could see Rufo shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.

        “Part of my job doll.  Get rid of the problems and any that pop up along the way.  Tie up loose ends that come up and would cause a lot more issues for me to fix later on.”  He glanced at me from the side of his eye.  “I can explain better when there’s no chance of anyone overhearing.”

        All I could do was nod.  I didn’t have anything else to say so I sat there.  Even when we passed by a state trooper I just sat there.  I didn’t particularly want to join in the body count and some morbid part of me was curious in his reasoning.  It was a few hours later when we found ourselves in a small town of less than a thousand people.  There wasn’t much too it but a few diners, a lot of antique stores and a single motel that we checked into without a worry.  Rufo had carried the bags in and I found myself sitting on one of the beds closets to the door.  With the bags set by their respective bed he turned to face me, taking off his jacket.

        “Who are you?”  I finally met his eyes.  Those stunningly icy blue eyes that still sent a shiver through my spine.  Even more so now than ever.

        “Still Rufo.”  He slipped his hands in his pockets as he spoke.  “Rufo the Clown to be more specific.  Though, I don’t always look like this.”  One hand gestured to his almost normal looking body and he chuckled as my brow raised.  “Guess I should show what I mean.”

         Before my eyes Rufo was starting the change. His skin was growing paler and paler by the second until he was titanium white.  His body hair and the hair on his head bled into a bright blue that popped against his skin.  My brow furrowed as I backed up on the bed, my heart pounding as the man before me grabbed his face with both hands.  With one fluid sweep he ripped his face clean off to reveal another right underneath.  I felt the scream bubbling in my throat as I looked this new face over.  Titanium white like the rest of his body.  Blue triangles above and below his eyes that looked like they were etched right into his skin.  And indeed, they had been as I noticed the cuts that extended past the corners.  Big red lips were over his mouth that pointed upward at the end, being topped with a red dot on each end.  On the tip of his nose sat a black dot to tie the whole look together.

       “What the fuck.”  Was all I could mutter out.  I kept whispering it under my breath as I couldn’t take my eyes away from the clown who stood before me.  “What the ever-loving fuck!?”

        “Language doll face.”  He held up a finger and I shut my mouth, nodding which made him smile. “Rufo the Clown.  Full time clown and problem solver.”  He slipped his hands back into his pockets as he paced the room.  “I was truthful when I said I’m the way to job out west.  Crowley just happened to get in the way.”

         “Is…is he like you?”  I finally managed to pipe up a few words and he tossed his head back in a laugh.

         “We’re both far from human.  I at least started out as human.  Crowley is a hunter of sorts.”  He turned to look at me.  “Far more dangerous than me and that’s saying a lot.  He’s not one to mess with.  It’s a lot of fun though if I gotta admit.”  Rufo cracked a smile and seeing it on his clown face sent my heart skipping a few beats. “He doesn’t want me getting to where I need to go but he’s keeping his distance it seems.”  There was a pondering look on his face, almost like a frown as he got deep into a thought.  He snapped his finger suddenly and made me jump.  “That’s it.”

        “What’s it, Rufo?”  I should be bolting out the door.  I should have been running to the police station we had driven past that wasn’t too far away.  But no, here I sat as I asked questions.

         “He’s not one for killing innocent bystanders if he can help it.  Even when he gets a little on the mad side.  He loves a good fight but only to those he’s after.  It’s you.”  He pointed at me as he got closer.  “He’s waiting until you’re out of the picture.”  Rufo walked around the small room as he laughed but then suddenly stopped in his tracks.  He turned to face me, holding his hands out to the side in a gesture.  “Wanna keep going out west with me (Y/N)?  Can still see all the sights you wanna see.  We can take all the time in the world.  I can understand if you don’t want to travel with a clown like me.”  He came up to me with his hands on resting on the bed on either side of me, leaning toward me.  “Whatcha say (Y/N)?  Keep enjoying the vacation and I’ll make sure you get back home safe and sound with Old Rufo?”

        He looked almost excited, but he was trying to hide it with a wide, smooth smile.  I could feel a headache starting as I was trying to take everything in, and I scooted back further on the bed.  His smile faltered for a moment when I moved but he tilted his head to the side as if to distract me from the slight quiver of his lip corner.

       “You aren’t going to kill me?  After telling me all this?  After showing me what you actually look like?”  The thought about running for the door came back to mind. I had been having fun though.  It had been so long since I had a lot of fun, especially with someone else.  But the thought of being murdered made the police station look rather tempting.

        “I already said I wasn’t goin to doll.  I would have killed you when we were all alone in that gas station when I first met you.  You piqued my curiosity though, especially when I saw a young thing like you blasting out some good old Bobby Darin.”  He shook his head and he stood back up.  “And I’m a man of my word.  I won’t kill you and I’ll make sure you get back home safe and sound after I get the job done.”

         “I… We should get some rest.  It’s been a long day for the both of us.”  I couldn’t meet his gaze as I slipped off the bed, going to my bag to grab some clothes to change into.  “I’m going to take a quick shower.”  My words were rushed as I went to the bathroom.

        I did make the shower quick but every second was filled with racing thoughts.  Maybe when he’s asleep I’ll go.  I could easily sneak my stuff out and take off.  But what if Crowley came after me since I knew about Rufo?  What if Rufo got so angry that he tracked me down for running off?  If Crowley was anything like Rufo, or worse, I couldn’t defend myself.  And I had been having fun with Rufo if I was being honest with myself.  He had even comforted me when my anxiety spiked during the storm.  Maybe he wasn’t all bad?  We could still have fun and he did say he would make sure I got back home safely.  Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?  

        I left the bathroom with a slightly clearer mind, dressed in my sweatpants and a t shirt.  Rufo was still in his clown appearance, propped up on his bed with his pillows while flipping through the channel.  He didn’t pay me too much mind as I climbed into my bed.  He was still watching reruns of Cops when I fell asleep, curled up under the sheets.  I could only hope for a smoother day tomorrow.

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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 8)

Thank you all for the wait!  There be smut!

Rufo X Female Reader

Part 8 of Road Trip

Tag List: @trig-loves-clowning-around​ @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth​ @booklover2929​ @the-clown-crypt​ @chii2blog​

          When it came to be a good time I woke up Rufo, despite the small protests for some extra shut eye he made.  He really did love his rest.  Maybe because he never really got enough when he was always on the road?  I didn’t really know so I was glad he was at least getting some extra shut eye.

         “We should grab a hotel room for the night. I bet you’re beat from all the driving today.”  He grunted as he let his jacket fall into his lap when he sat up.  “Tomorrow we can camp out.  Weather channel said this morning it was going to storm again tonight and by the looks of them clouds it’s about to hit soon.  I don’t want you to get caught up in another storm.”  

         “Thanks, Rufo.  And thank you for that night.  I don’t usually have someone there for me during storms.  I wish they didn’t get to me, but it was nice to have someone with me for a change.”  I grabbed my bag and I grabbed his before he could which made him finally crack a smile.

          “Trying to be the gentleman now?”  He grabbed the bags from me with such ease and when I tried to take them back he had already turned quickly on his heel to walk into the hotel. “Come on.  I can hear some reruns of Cops calling our names.”  He called back to me and I hurried to get caught up to him, a smile at the corner of my lips.

          It was already starting to storm outside as we got settled into the room.  We were already changed into our pajamas when the first wave of thunder started.  He even had gotten into his clown look, which I couldn’t help but to watch again as he peeled his human face away.  When a loud crack of thunder sounded closer by Rufo saw me stiffen up.  He came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder.  He guided me to his bed and had me lay down then laid beside me.  With the heavy comforter pulled over the both of us he slipped an arm around me to hold me close to his chest.  We didn’t exchange looks or words as I held onto him when more thunder and lightning flashed outside.  Even with the curtain pulled back, the lightning illuminated just a little bit of the room.  

         Being so close to him and being held by him made my heart flutter in that familiar way.  The feelings I had done my best to push away only bubbled back up to the surface. Even in the little moments they would try to rear their heads.  They were getting harder and harder to ignore the more time spent with him.  Even after finding out everything about him I couldn’t deny that I liked him.  I liked him a lot.  I shouldn’t have but I did, and I couldn’t ignore these feelings anymore.  I knew that after we part ways and I didn’t listen to them once I would regret it.

           I wasn’t brave often and I suppose the anxiety about what was going on outside was playing in a role to ignore my nerves to finally kiss him.  I propped myself up with some determination, even if I knew it probably wouldn’t end well. Rufo raised a brow as he watched me, probably curious if I was alright.  He was going to say something when I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his.  Rufo let out a surprised hum, his arm holding me tighter as his body stiffened in shock.  For a second there I thought he was going to get angry with me with what I had done, especially as he flipped me over onto my back so he could pin me with such inhuman ease.  His body loomed over me, his bright glowing eyes staring down into mine with a snarl to his lips.

         “I wouldn’t suggest that doll.  You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice had dropped to a growl but that wasn’t helping his case.

         “I have an idea of what I’m getting into.”  One of my hands had slipped onto the back of his neck to kiss him again.  After the kiss broke he placed his hand around my throat and squeezed, just enough so I could barely breath.

          “You have no idea doll.  None at all.”  There was a snarl at the corner of his lips and there was a look of surprise as I grabbed his wrist, not to pull it off but to urge him to squeeze tighter.  “You’re just full of surprises (Y/N).  Maybe we’ll see what other surprises you got lurking away in that head of yours.”

         Rufo’s other hand slipped up my shirt, going slowly as he felt the softness of my flesh on his rough fingertips.  My back arched off the bed just a little as his hand finally groped my breast.  My eyelids fluttered as he circled my nipple then twisted it between his fingers.  His grip on my neck loosened as he twisted, letting me breath and to moan out with each thing he did.  

         “Wanna see a magic trick?”  A cruel smirk grew on his face and I nodded just barely which made him chuckle.  “Good. Very good.”  With the flick of his wrist a knife appeared suddenly in his hand. Honestly, it was impressive but now was not the time to focus on that.  “Tada!  And now to make this shirt disappear.  Maybe even see what your pain tolerance is like, doll.”

         And disappear it did as he slipped the knife underneath and cut a hole in it at the very top, all the way down to the hem. It wasn’t long for the remnants of cloth to be discard to the side.  He sat up on his knees as he started to lightly drag the tip of the knife across my skin, just enough to leave an angry red mark.  I stayed still as best I could, fear and arousal making my heart race. He placed the tip back on my breast and started to lightly dig in.

         “Maybe leave you a little something to remember this night.  Can’t have you forgetting about me so easily now can I?”  He chuckled lowly as the knife cut a line into my breast which made me cry out, both in pain and pleasure.  “Something simple.  Maybe my name.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  Yeah, you would.”

         Before he got to cutting more into my flesh he leaned down to lick at the blood that had seeped out.  He sucked hard enough to leave a hickey around the cut before he turned his attention to the flesh on my hip.  With a firm hand on my leg to keep it down he got to etching his name into my skin.  Moans and loud whimpering fell from my lips as he made quick and clean work of each letter, making sure each one was perfect like the last.

        “There.  That’s nice. Isn’t it doll?”  He grinned at me; a bit of blood had dripped down his lip that he licked at.  I looked down to his name now etched into my skin and nodded.  It indeed did look nice and I could tell it would scar over well. A little reminder.

         He lapped at the blood that oozed from his name while he worked on shimmying my pants off the rest of the way.  He even cut my underwear away before tossing the knife to the side, letting it clatter to the floor without a care.  His hand slid up my leg and his fingers grazed my clit, making me gasp out and parting my legs more for him.

         “Such an obedient thing.  Always listening so well and doing as told.  Isn’t that right (Y/N)?”  He cooed, something sinister and dark in his voice.

         “Yes, Rufo.”  My words wavered just a little as he started to slide two fingers into me, my walls squeezing at the intrusion.  “Yes, yes please.”

         “Gooood girl.  You’re going to listen to Rufo, and he’ll take good care of you.  Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” His fingers were starting to pump quickly, reaching deep and hitting all the right places as they curled ever so slightly.  “Already so wet for me?  Only took a couple cuts and me to squeeze your neck?  My, my doll.  Aren’t you just downright naughty?”  He laughed as I whimpered out, nodding quickly.  “Bet you want to suck my cock.  You want your lips around it and me to fuck that pretty throat of yours.  Get on your knees like a good girl and I’ll fuck it real good.”

        When his fingers slipped from me I did as told and got onto my knees on the floor in front of the bed.  Rufo swung his legs over the bed, slipping off his pants then underwear to free his cock.  It was white like the rest of him and the blue happy trail led to a blue bush.  His cock was thick, and some veins bulged out along the length of it.  I could feel my mouth watering as I looked at it then up at him.  He stood up from where he was and slipped a hand to the back of my head.  He didn’t need to say anything as I opened my mouth for him as he grabbed his cock to guide it into my mouth.  He groaned out as he took his time at first but that didn’t last too long.  Not even as my throat was like it was burning and my jaw stung from the pain of the rough pace he had now set.  Both of his hands had gripped the side of my head and my nails were digging into the pale white flesh of his hips.  Words spilled from his lips, calling me a nasty little slut, a dirty girl who wanted to be filled with his cock, how he was going to make me cry and beg for him to stop but he was going to use me over and over until he was satisfied.  I ate it all up though.  Every word he said was music to my ears and the way he was using my mouth only made the heat between my legs grow more intense.

        After a proper amount of drool had made its way down my chin he finally pulled me off and I could get in a deep breath to fill my lungs.  With inhuman ease he tossed me back onto the bed.  It was his turn for a taste and as he went down my body he sunk his teeth into my skin.  Each bite made me moan and cry out, a beg without words for more which he happily obliged until he got where he wanted to.  His large hands easily pried my thighs open wider for him so he could take in the sight before him.  With a few more bites to my inner thigh, ones that would bruise well and beautifully he remarked, he got to work with his tongue on my clit.  He had to keep a hand on my hip to keep me down as I squirmed and arched off the bed.  He was groaning as he sucked and lapped at me, dipping his tongue into me now and then. My hands made their way into his hair to grab onto something and to tug which only egged him on even more.  He enjoyed edging me over and over and when he saw the tears streaming down my cheek he chuckled which only got me closer again as it vibrated against me.  

         “You want to cum so bad?  Not yet doll.  Oh no, not yet.  I want this to be special.”  He was licking his lips as he moved back over me, letting his cock press against me.  “God, look at you.  So desperate and needy.  All nice and bloody, covered in marks.  Could drive a man to kill, (Y/N).”

         He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue as it slipped past my lips.  With a moan coming from me at the kiss he started to slide into me.  He was taking his time, letting me adjust to his size which I was thankful for. Though once he was fully inside me he set an almost bruising pace.  His face was in a snarl, his eyes glaring down at me as he watched my every move while I screamed and whimpered for him.  It was hard to hear anything going on outside with the sound of our skin slapping viciously together.  I couldn’t even find a care in the world for anyone who had the rooms next ours.  All I could care was the way his name spilled from my lips, the way his hands roughly grabbed my body as if he would tear me apart, the way his eyes sunk into their sockets slowly as his skin pulled against itself to make him look like a corpse.  He was so terrifying looking that I hardly even noticed the smell of old death until he got his face into mine and laughed, making sure I had inhaled deeply.

         “How does it feel to get fucked by the undead (Y/N)? How does it feel to be fucked by a monster who can tear you limb from limb?”  Rufo taunted me as he suddenly pulled out, flipping me over onto my stomach with such ease.  His grip was almost burning as he grabbed onto my hips to pull me up onto my hands and knees, thrusting right back into me to get back to his pace.   One hand went into my hair to pull my head back up, his other hand giving blow after blow on my ass.  “Tell me doll!  Don’t hold back on me now!”

         There had been a mirror that was hanging over the bed and finally I could see my face and how I looked.  I hadn’t even noticed the tears that had gone down my cheek and they still were going.  God, it felt so good though.  Each smack only made me cry out more and he was eating it all up.  Any time I screamed out his name he smacked harder. I could already feel the bruises forming but I didn’t care.  I was so close, and he could feel as my walls squeezed down on him.  As I was starting to squeeze around him he lifted me up, so my back was flat against him, his arm around my shoulders and waist.  My hands instinctively went to grab at his waist to try to keep myself stable even though there was no need.  Rufo was so warm against my back, almost to the point of it being painful.  His nails were digging so hard into my skin that he pierced through and I could feel the blood ever so slightly making its way down my skin.  His face made its way to the side of my head to bury into my hair, taking in my scent and letting me hear him growl inhumanly with every thrust.

           “Cum for me.  I want this whole damn town to know who gave you exactly what you needed.” His voice was a hiss in my ear, demanding with every word that came out of his mouth.

          And I couldn’t help but give into those demands.

         “Rufo!”  His name came out louder than before as I finally went over, my body shuddering in his grip.  Stars came into my vision as I rode out my climax and Rufo never eased up his pace.

         His name was the only coherent thing I could say, following by the mewling and whining mumbles that followed through. I could tell Rufo was getting close, I could feel his cock twitching and his breathing was becoming more ragged, his thrusts getting more erratic.  It wasn’t long until he pulled out and stroked himself until he came.  He sunk his teeth into my shoulder which made me cry out again.  He growled with every twitch of his cock as his cum covered my back and his stomach.  When he was done he let go of my shoulder and I could feel his tongue licking at the blood and there were even a few tender kisses beside the bite.  When my eyes opened again I noticed he was back to his normal alive looking clown self.  Well, mostly. Blood covered and ran down his chin and his hair was more wild than usual.  

         “Nice and easy doll.  Nice and easy.”  Rufo cooed as he laid me down on my stomach.  My body felt weak and if I stood I most certainly would fall back down. “I’m going to get you all cleaned up. Just relax there for me.”  He brushed some hair from my face, and I watched from the corner of my eyes as he left.  My eyes fell shut in exhaustion and I could feel how hard my heart pounded from our little excursion.  Though my eyes shot open when I felt the cold wetness of a cloth dabbing away at my warm skin.  “Careful there, doll.  Don’t move around too much.”  His voice was soft and soothing, such a drastic comparison to just a few minutes ago. “There we go.  Old Rufo’s got you.”

         He had me cleaned up in no time and I was like a rag doll in his hand which made him chuckle.  When he was done he tossed the bloody rag into the sink of the bathroom and laid down beside me.  He put on the reruns of Cops and had me curl up to his side.  It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.  The storm outside didn’t matter.  The stress of someone trying to find him didn’t matter.  

        I should have known better.

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Part 3)

Rufo the Clown x Female Reader

Part 3 to Road Trip

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

        The alarm on the nightstand sounded off and with a loud groan coming from him I heard him press the button to shut it off.  My eyes were slowly blinking open so I could adjust to the sunlight that had come in through the curtains.  With a grunt I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my disheveled bedhead. Rufo flopped back onto the bed with a huff.

         “Not a morning person I take it?”  I couldn’t help but chuckle as I listened to his morning protests of grunts and low groans as if he was asking for just a few more minutes.

        “Not a dang bit.  Never have been one.”  He yawned out and rolled over onto his side to face me.  “I’ll be up in a bit and we can hit the road again.  Grab some free breakfast on the way out.”

        “Take your time.  I’m going to fix myself, so I look like I didn’t just survive a tornado.”  I flung the blanket off me and got up from the bed, hearing Rufo chuckle under his breath.  

        It didn’t take too long for him to fall back asleep.  My eyes lingered on how he looked, the blanket just sitting at his waist.  The morning light hitting his skin only emphasized how his ab muscles looked.

        “Thought you said you were going to get ready.”  I heard him mumble then chuckle just ever so slightly and my face turned red in embarrassment.

         “Yeah, just, uh, waking up and stretching a bit.”  I quickly did an arm stretch as I turned on my heel to head to the bathroom to make myself look a little more presentable for the day. I leaned over the sink and splashed some water on my face.  “The hell (Y/N).  Get it together.  He’s a stranger.  Just a really attractive stranger.  That’s it.”

        I focused back on getting ready for the day.  Washed my face, brushed my hair and made it a little more manageable with my straightener that I was thankful I had packed away.  I didn’t even hear Rufo get up until his footsteps got closer to the bathroom.  He walked in, his wavy hair still looking perfect despite sleeping like a baby.  He leaned over the counter as I was brushing my teeth, looking over the slight bags under each of his eyes.  He reached into his own little bag that he had tossed on the counter the night before, pulling out a toothbrush and some toothpaste.  He was humming along to some sort of song as he brushed at his teeth. From how yesterday went it was nice to have a small peaceful moment.

         With Rufo working on brushing his teeth I got dressed for the day back at the beds.  Just a pair of jeans and a comfy t shirt.  Rufo came back out in a pair of slacks and a button up shirt which made me raise my brow.

         “Always dress so nice, Rufo?  Or got a hot date to get to tonight?”  I joked which cracked a smile on his tired face.

        “Just the way I like to dress doll.  Only wear jeans if I’m doing some dirty work.  At least anywhere I go I’m always fashionable.”  He laughed while pulling at the collar of his shirt to straighten it.

       “And here I am looking like a potato next to you.”  I chuckled as I sat myself down on the bed to get my socks and shoes on.  I could see a look of confusion on his face.

       “A potato?  What do you mean by that?”  He sat opposite of me so he too could get his socks and shoes on.

        “Meaning, I’m not really up to the same standard as you for attire and looks.  I’m just dressed plain and pretty bland.  Didn’t even put any makeup on so I’m not how I usually look.”  I shrugged, not giving it too much thought.

       “(Y/N), you look completely fine.  You don’t need any makeup.  Too much makeup and you look like a floozy.”  Rufo shook his head, a little bit of annoyance on his face which didn’t help the morning bags under his eyes.  “And you’re dressed for a vacation.  I’m dressed for a job waiting for me.  Don’t you worry your pretty little head about how you look.”  Rufo stood up and he towered over me as he took the small step to be right in front of me.  “I ain’t going to hear no more of you putting yourself down as long as I’m your passenger, am I?”

       “I, uh.”  I was baffled if I was going to completely honest.  An attractive stranger complimenting me and reassuring me was something I wasn’t used to.  It hadn’t happened before or I at least couldn’t remember the last time it happened.

       “Am I?”  Rufo raised a brow and suddenly he gripped my chin between some of his fingers and thumb. His hold was unexpected, and I fought the strange feeling that bubbled up inside me.

       “No, you won’t Rufo.  Promise.”  My back hurt from holding back the shiver and the annoyed look dropped from his face to be replaced by a wide smile.

       “That’s the spirit doll.  Now, let’s go get some breakfast.  I could use some coffee.”  Rufo went to collect his jacket and with the blush still on my face I got up to collect the rest of my things.

        “Yeah, coffee sounds good.”  Was all I could mutter as we wrapped up the room and left to go enjoy the free breakfast downstairs.

       The breakfast was quiet and when I caught glances at Rufo he had a hint of a smile on his face each time.  It was my turn to drive us a bit further, so I took the helm. I still let him choose the music as I focused on the unfamiliar roads as my phone guided me through them.  For a few hours’ things seemed to be going well until the same dinging of the low gas tank went off.  We pulled off to the gas station and Rufo went inside to go pay for the full tank I had put in along with some snacks.  Things had definitely calmed down from the day before and it was a relief.

       While Rufo was gone though there was a strange pull on me.  Like something was tugging on me to go into my purse to find that card.  So, I did.  I was humming to myself and not paying too much attention to the world around me as I looked the card over to see the number on it.  As soon as I took my phone out though Rufo had gotten out of the gas station with the small bag of drinks and assorted things to nibble on.

       “Aye doll!”  Rufo’s voice broke through the weird fog of my mind and I looked up to him, giving him a small wave.  Rufo came walking up and saw the card in my hand and his smile dropped.  “So, he gave you one of those damn things.”  He snatched the card from my hand and despite my surprise protest he ripped it to shreds and tossed the remains in the garbage can.  “Come on. We got some sights to see, don’t we?”

        I blinked a few times as my mind came back. Once my head registered what he said I couldn’t help but grin and nod.  We had planned to stop to see some of the hiking trails in a park I had mapped out.  The thought of the card lost from my mind.  

       “Then let’s get going.  Can’t waste this good day light.”  Rufo chuckled as if everything was fine and he got the door open for me so I could take over the driving.

        With both of us buckled up we took off, making idle chatter and listening to him tell stories about his travels and the sights he had seen.  He had been all over the country countless times that I was surprised he had missed so many things when I brought them up.  Just more things added to the list of things we could do on the way to where he needed to go.  As long as they fit into the schedule of course though he didn’t seem to be in too much of a rush.  No matter what he seemed rather relaxed, no care to be found.

        We pulled up to the national park and found a good parking spot so the car would be in shade most of the time while we were hiking.  Rufo carried the little pack that had our water and some snacks and soon we took one of the popular trails.  The day was beautiful and all around us nature was buzzing with life.  We didn’t do much talking as we went, just enjoying the sights and sounds that we came across.

       It took an hour or so, but we made it up to the top of the trail.  There was a smoothed-out rock that looked over the cliff side, so we decided to settle there for our little snack session.  I had my legs hanging off the edge as I looked out at the view.  It was truly beautiful, especially as the sun was starting to set off the side.  Rufo was seated beside me with his legs over the edge as well, munching on a granola bar and taking sips from his water.

      “Been to so many places yet things like this still take my breath away.”  Rufo said as he tucked away his trash back into the bag.  “It’s amazing all the things I haven’t seen yet.”

        “And life is so short to see them all.”  I sighed a little at the end and I took out my phone so I could take some pictures of the view ahead of us.  I had an idea and had the camera view flip around, so it was in selfie mode.  “Hey, Rufo.”

        “Yeah doll?”  Rufo looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.

        “Take a picture with me.”  I had the phone lifted up and my body tilted so the camera had both of us in view.  I chuckled when we both weren’t in frame all that well.  Even though he was hunched over a little bit.  “This is when I wish I was taller with some longer limbs.”

         “Here.”  Rufo chuckled as he took the phone, giving it a confused look when he examined the screen. “What button do I push on this thing to take a picture?”

         “Right here.”  I showed him where on the screen to tap and he nodded, leaning in close to my back which made my heart skip a few beats.  With his long arms he was able to get us both well enough.  He still couldn’t quite tell where to tap for taking a picture, but he managed to get a couple of us both smiling with the sky giving the perfect background.  “There ya go doll.”

         Once we finished our snacks we took back down the trail to get back to the car.  We didn’t pass by many people on the way but enough to put some paranoia back into Rufo it seemed.  His hand rested on my lower back as to make me hurry down the trail until we got back to the car.  With a bit of talking we agreed to stay in hotel again as long as he promised the next night would be in a park.  I let him drive and we went off to find some place to eat and rest for the night.  

         During the drive to find a place to stay Rufo asked things about me, asking what I did, what I wanted to do.  Hopes and dreams and the like.  I couldn’t help but to admit I really didn’t have many, if any at all.  I only talked fondly about my desire to travel the country in a little supped up van but that was it..  I went on about how I just worked at my desk job day in and day out with no excitement to make life more than mundane.

       “Wasting away behind a desk?  Doesn’t sound like much of a life.”  Rufo scoffed as he shook his head.

        “It’s not really.  Just work, work, and more work.  Once in a while I read, or I’ll try to do something that isn’t just errands. Never been on a vacation until now.” I sighed as I looked over to him, the tiredness in my eyes getting more prominent.

        “And here I am, taking it over with you getting me to where I need to be.”  There was a bit of a guilty look on his face and I playfully tapped him on the arm in a mocking hit.

         “Oh, don’t start that Rufo.  I’m glad you asked me.  Sure, it’s nice to do things alone but some things are better experienced with someone by your side and share memories.  Right now, you’re that person I get to share with.  Even if it’s just for a short time.  I’ll probably never see you again after everything so that just makes it all the more special.”  I insisted with a shake of my head.  “I want you to stick around as long as you can.”

        Rufo was quiet for a moment.  Once in a while his brow would furrow and there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lip.  After a little bit he looked over at me as he spoke to me.

        “Thank you, (Y/N).  Means a lot.”  The corner of his lips now turned up into a soft smile as he went back to paying attention to the road.  

         With that I got back to keeping an eye out for a hotel.  There was an odd stillness in the air from our little exchange and I could see a thoughtful look on Rufo’s face.  After a little bit he put in a Frank Sinatra CD and we got lost in the moment to the music, singing along and enjoying the company.

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Part 5)

Had to re-upload due to human error

Rufo x Female Reader

Part 5 of Road Trip 

Tag List: @trig-loves-clowning-around @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth @the-clown-crypt @booklover2929 @chii2blog

        That morning we both slept in, probably from the alcohol which was alright by me.  Rufo had made sure to pull back the curtains so the sun wouldn’t disturb us which I was thankful for.  My eyes fluttered opened and I could still feel Rufo’s body pressed into the back of mine. My heart thudded when I remembered that had actually happened and I mentally chided myself for being a cuddly type of drunk.  I couldn’t remember all the things I had said last night before I passed out, but I was sure it was something stupid and honest with the weakest filter.  I couldn’t really get up though as his limps were tight around me, so I just laid there, letting myself enjoy the feeling of being held and the warmth of another body.  It would be alright to indulge just a little.  Right?  

       After about twenty or so minutes I could feel him stirring but he wasn’t waking up.  Just making soft grunts and low huffs.  It felt more as if he was having a nightmare with the way he grumbled and curled up more into me.  His hold only got tighter as he let out what sounded like a low whine.  I reached a hand back to rest on his hip in hopes it would ease him.

        “Hey, it’s alright.  I’m here.  I’m here. It’s okay.”  I repeated softly a couple of times in hopes that it would reach him in his sleepy state.  It seemed to help as his body started relaxing each time I said the little mantra.

        I let out a sigh of relief as he got back to his regular low snoring.  Though, my heart froze as his face buried into the back of my neck into my hair.  Not too long after that’s when I felt something twitch and poke into my back.  My breath hitched and my face flushed with warmth.  It was his cock and a bought of morning wood.  I wiggled a bit so it would lay flat against him, but I could feel how long and thick he was.  At least in a way which only made me even more flustered.  I shouldn’t be focusing on that part of him.  After all, I probably wouldn’t see him ever again after I got him to where he needed to be.  I couldn’t even bring myself to try to convince myself to a slight fling.  I had never been the kind of person to do that and I doubt he was that kind of person as well.  He didn’t seem like it at all.  Not with how conservative and old fashioned he seemed to be.  I had to take a few deep breathes and just focus on relaxing. I closed my eyes again, in hopes that he would wake up soon and we get started back on our road trip.

       It was another twenty minutes before his body stretched, his limps going out though still around me, and I could feel that his cock wasn’t rock hard anymore.  My eyes opened and I looked back to him to see him start to scrunch his face up then blink his eyes open.  He looked down at me and there was a slight look of surprise that was replaced with a tired smile as he rubbed at his eye while he rolled over.

       “Morning doll.  Sleep well?”  His voice was rough and gravely which wasn’t helping my thoughts from earlier.

       “Yeah.  Like a rock.” I went to sit up now that I was free from the entangle long limbs of Rufo.  I rubbed at my own eyes and stretched my back.  “How about you?”

       “Pretty good myself.  Don’t usually have this nice of a bed to sleep on.  Or a koala to share it with.”  There was a hint of teasing in his voice as he sat up and I let out a nervous chuckle.

       “Sorry about that.  I get a little clingy when I’m tipsy like I was.”  I looked back at him as I rubbed the back of my neck.

       “Don’t worry about it.  We were both a little bit drunk.”  He waved his hand as he got out of bed.  “Let’s get to the road.  I’ll take first driving shift.”  With that we got our bags packed and check out of the hotel.

       We drove for hours it seemed, making idle chit chat back and forth.  We somehow got on the topic of clowns when I had mentioned that I loved to collect little clown figurines, dolls and old circus memorabilia.  I could see him perk up from his tired slumped driving position. He had a couple cups of coffee but none of them seemed to really be scratching the surface of how tired he looked.

      “Clowns huh?”  Rufo raised a brow and his eyes did a quick glance toward my way.

       “Yeah, they’re just so interesting.  My aunt and uncle were part of a circus from what I can remember.  They were able to take me to a few circuses as a kid and I’ve loved them ever since. My mantel, my desk and my bedroom just have so many clown figurines.  It’s a little silly.”  I rubbed the back of my neck and saw him shake his head.

       “No, no it’s not.  Never be ashamed for the things you like.  Can I tell ya something?”  Rufo raised a brow and so did I but mine was more confused.

       “Sure, if you’re comfortable telling me that is.” Now I looked over to him, my curiosity peaked knowing I may get to know more about him finally.

       “I’m a clown myself.  Been one for a long, long time.  Guess you could call it my full-time job.”  Rufo chuckled as he ran a hand through his curly locks.  “Makes my old clown heart warm to see someone love the circus and clowns this day and age.  Not many folk do and it’s such a shame.”

       “I’ll have to show you the pictures I have of them all.  When we stop to eat if you remind me to.”  I felt relieved and relaxed in my seat.

       “Oh, I will doll.”  He chuckled, still smiling as he drove.

       As we drove I listened to him talk about some of the circus adventures he had been on and how he was a clown and learned from the lion tamers and that he even had started working on being a ring master.  When we stopped at a diner to eat at, he indeed did remind me to show him my little clown collection.  He even came over to my side of the booth so he could see better as I talked about each one.  It was like he was hanging on to every word with each little story about my little collection.  It was nice to see someone so genuinely interested and I could feel my heart flutter as he scooted closer, so he was right up against me.

       “Quite the collection doll.  Maybe if we go through some towns we can find some little mom and pop antique stores to add some to your collection.  So, they’ll have their own little story.”  Rufo said, a little bit of planning behind his words.

       “That would be really nice.  I’d have the dolls and our picture together to remind me of how much fun I’ve had on this trip.”  I beamed and looked up at him, not seeing how close his face actually had been.

       “Here, we can take some more here if you like.” A smile played at the corner of his lip as he slipped the phone from my hand and managed to fumble around until he found the camera option which made me chuckle.  “Alright, say ‘circus’.”  He held the phone up so both of us were in view and his arm slipped around me to pull me flush to his side.  We both said ‘circus’ and as we both smiled he took a few pictures.

       “You’re getting the hang of that.”  I chuckled as I took the phone back and decided to pull up some pictures of when I tested out a clown look.  “From a professional clown, what do you think?”  My makeup was simple with two black dots on my cheek, a red smile, a red heart on my nose and two red triangles under my eyes.  I could see Rufo study the look and for a while he was quiet.

       “I think it looks pretty nice doll.  Like the little heart on the nose.  Makes for a cute clown if I do say so myself and indeed I do.”  Rufo patted me on the shoulder, an approving smile and look in his eyes that didn’t stop the fluttering in my heart but only made it worse.  “Maybe one day you’ll see my look.”

       Rufo took his arm away and I could feel a lingering to his touch and he even stayed in the booth with me when our food arrived. We ate in a comfortable silence until we climbed back into the car.  It only took a couple of hours for us to make it to the park and not too long after to find a spot for us to set up camp.  He was tossing sleeping bags into the tent after I had changed into some sleep shorts and a t shirt for the night when I decided to take out my fancy camera to get pictures of the sunset with the tree line.  I didn’t even know Rufo was behind me until he let out a cough which made me jump. I turned to see he was dressed in his sweatpants and a t shirt as well.

       “Tents all set doll.  Should be all comfy and cozy for the night.”  There was a tired and solemn look in his eyes that put an odd ache in my heart even though I didn’t know why the look was there.  I smiled though as I nodded then took a few more pictures.

       We spent the rest of the day light making some smores and then another hour in the dark telling silly spooky stories.  Rufo was over the top with his, weaving his way of storytelling with dramatic voices and wide arm gestures or a hushed voice and somehow making his large frame seem meek and afraid.  Though when we both started to yawn, and we could feel the sprinkling of rain we climbed into the tent.  I kept the tent flap open though to watch as it rained and once in a while the moonlight would poke through the clouds just right to show the raindrops. I did my best to get some pictures of the rain and the lightning, but I wouldn’t know how well they turned out until I got back home and plugged it all up to my computer.  Rufo had sat behind me off to the side to watch as it rained as well, unbothered by the thunder and the cracks of lightning.  He could see how the weather was affecting me and he put an arm around me.  I didn’t even realize how stiff I was getting with each time the thunder boomed around us.

        “Come on doll.  Let’s get some shut eye.”  He reached over me to zip up the tent and moved me with such ease to the middle with him. He even made sure to tuck my camera into my bag in a safe spot.  “Got a long drive tomorrow.”

        I couldn’t find anything to say as he pulled me down, so my head was now on my pillow.  Another crack of thunder and I let out an audible whimper.  He pulled the sleeping back higher on me and after a little bit when I couldn’t get myself calm he unzipped his sleeping back then mine.  With both sides opened he pulled me close to him, effectively joining our sleeping bags. He cooed soft words to me, telling me it was alright and that nothing was going to hurt me, that the storm would pass and be over soon.  I didn’t know when I fell asleep but the last thing I remembered was holding onto him with my face buried into the front of his shirt.  Even as the storm raged on outside I truly felt like nothing would hurt me, despite without me knowing that the man I was holding onto was one of the most dangerous beings I would ever know.  

       If only I had known better.

[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.

[spooky-raccoon]

22. Hipbone

This kinda turned into a lot of kisses and me throwing in my breeding kink at the end.  I am drinking again so oops.

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Rufo was usually a rough lover but usually when he came back from a job he enjoyed slowing down and being softer.  A day after he came back from a recent job we had enjoyed a relaxing date on the town then made our way to the bedroom.  I could tell it was a time he would be soft the way his lips peppered soft kisses from my lips to my collarbone.  His hands took their time, playing at the hem of the dress I had worn that night.  I could feel his bulge rubbing against me as he held me flush to him.

“I’ve missed you so much baby girl.”  His voice was soft as he tucked some hair behind my ear, his fingers slipping into my hair.  “I’m not leaving for a while this time.  I promise.” His lips trailed along my neck as he guided me to lay on the bed, lifting the dress above and off of me to leave me in the blue lace trimmed lingerie I had gotten for tonight.  “All dolled up for old Rufo.”  I could feel the hot breath of his low chuckles, sending a small shiver up and down my spine.

I watched as his skin changed from the healthy human color he wore out in public to the titanium white I knew best.  His hair changed back to a vibrant blue as he sat up to unbutton his shirt.  I watched him, biting my bottom lip as my eyes trailed down his toned body to his blue happy trail.  As he started to undo his bottoms with one hand he leaned in with another kiss, trailing down my breasts.  I laid down for him as his feather like kisses continued.  Once his pants were undone his large hands cupped the side of my hips, his fingers softly digging into the flesh.  His lips trailed along my stomach, peppering a few extra kisses on my abdomen.

“I’ve been thinking doll.”  His lips trailed to the hem of the panties as I looked to him to meet his gaze.  “I’m ready.”  There was a small fluttering in your chest as his kisses went along your hip bone, switching to the other side to match the kisses which made you wiggle a little in anticipation.  “I’m ready for a family.”  He lifted himself up a little with a soft smirk growing on his face, “Let’s make a baby.”

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Rufo the Clown: Journey pt 7

Warnings: blood, angst, mention of child death

Rufo got out of the car and stepped around to open your door for you, like he always did. You didn't fight or argue with him, instead you took his offered hand and let him pull you from the car. Once out of the car he grabbed you by the upper arm and started to walk you towards the house. You had no idea if he was trying to comfort you or if he was worried you were going to make a run for it.

"I'm sorry" You glanced up at him as he spoke and wondered if he was apologizing for how he spoke to you earlier, or if he was sorry he was leading you to your death. You told yourself that maybe it was for both.

Rufo pulled you towards the door and it opened to reveal an older man. Albert was stocky, with short grey hair and stood, dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans. The light from the open doorway cast shadows over the rest of his features hiding them from you. "Ah Cecil" He spoke in a friendly, familiar tone. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up or not." You turned to look at Rufo or Cecil or whatever his name really was as he snarled. "We ran into a few problems."

Albert chuckled and moved out of the way as Rufo pulled you into the house. "I would say so. A burned bar, a trail of bodies across the country, a gas station explosion, cops who's bodies were partially eaten. The same cops who, need I remind you, worked at the exact station printed on the side of the vehicle currently sitting in my driveway. What part of subtle and do not draw attention to yourself did you not understand?"

Rufo ground his teeth and you could see him struggling to control his temper. "She's here, alive, and I made it before the sun rose so how about you cut me some slack Albert." Albert scoffed before finally turning to you. His grey eyes traveled over your body as he took in your condition. You were used to men staring at you, but the way he looked at you.. it wasn't sexual at all, more like he was figuring out where to start cutting. "Well, I suppose you did meet the requirements in the allotted time. I knew there were risks involved and I planned for some extra.. collateral damage when I selected you for this task. Still, I doubt anyone else could have completed this job to my satisfaction. Well done Cecil, you continue to prove your worth." Rufo visibly relaxed. "Thank you Albert."

Albert nodded, his eyes finally found their way to your face and he smiled. It was a smile you assumed all grandfathers had. "Welcome my dear, my name is Albert Miles and I'm sure you have many questions. Before I answer them is there anything I can get you?" Swallowing the lump in your throat, you glanced at Rufo before you answered. "Bathroom" You had to lick your dry lips before you could continue, Rufo hadn't stopped for water or a bathroom break since the gas station. "May I please use your bathroom?" Albert directed you down the hallway and informed you that there was a first aid kit in the cabinet.

You relieved your bladder first, then washed the blood, sweat and old makeup from your face in the sink. After that, you patched the wound on your scalp as best you could with the supplies from the first aid kit. You were bruised, exhausted and barely recognized yourself in the mirror but still, you squared your shoulders and opened the bathroom door. You wanted answers and it was time to get them.

Following the sound of voices, you found Rufo and Albert in the study seated on either side of a large, wooden desk. They both turned to look at you and Rufo gestured towards the chair next to him. You took the offered seat and noticed a cup of hot chocolate on the desk in front of you. "Now, you are probably wondering why I've brought you here." You nodded at Albert as you picked up the cup and took a sip of the pleasantly warm liquid. "The short answer to that question is quite simple. I need your blood."

You stared at him over your cup as Rufo uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. "Her blood? That's it? I could have just brought it to you instead of bringing her along!" Albert shot a look at Rufo and he shut his mouth. "Don't misunderstand my meaning. I need ALL of your blood and I need it to be fresh." You sat down your cup and opened your mouth before closing it again. "But.. why me? Why do you need my blood?" Albert leaned back in his seat and laced his fingers together. "What do you know of your mother?"

"My mother?" You shook your head. "Nothing... she gave me up for adoption as soon as I was born. I was raised by the state." Rufo turned his head and stared at you but you ignored him. Albert nodded. "This may come as a shock to you, but your ancestor on your mother's side was actually a very powerful succubus." "I knew it!" That time you did turn to look at Rufo and his smile quickly fell from his face.

"A succubus?" You stared at Albert with raised eyebrows. "Like a sex demon?" Albert nodded. "Yes, something like that. Although your powers have been dulled through the bloodline they are still there. Think about it. Your mother, too young to have a child but forced to give birth abandons you. You grow up seemingly always drawing the attention of men and are scorned for it. It's no wonder you chose your profession, I imagine the money was more than adequate for your lifestyle. Especially after engaging in sexual intercourse, that's when your powers are at their strongest." You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that was all impossible, but deep down it made sense. The desire for sex, the way you felt after.. even the way men responded to you. He was right.

You gripped the edge of the desk. "But... I still dont understand why you need all of my blood?" Albert held your gaze as he answered. "I need the blood to ink a new spell I've been working on. Your powers, however, are weak and dormant therefore I need a much higher volume." "But.." You looked up as tears formed in your eyes. A spell, you were going to die because he needed to write a spell. "But what if you take the blood, a little at a time until you have..." Albert shook his head and your heart fell. "No, I have to write it in one go, with fresh blood. That's just the way magic works my dear. I am sorry that you have to die." It seemed crazy, but he really did seem sincere. "Well, as long as you are sorry." You didn't try to hide the sarcasm from your voice as you turned away.

Rufo cleared his throat as he looked between you and Albert and you turned your attention back to him. "What if you woke up her powers first?" Albert raised his eyebrow and smirked at him. "Why Cecile, I'm shocked. I told you not to do it.." Rufo frowned behind the clown smile. "Just answer the question Albert, would that work?" Albert narrowed his eyes then shrugged. "In theory it would. But why in the world would I take the time?"

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at him. There was a way for you to survive this but he... he didn't want to take the time to do it? Albert ignored the look you gave him and continued to talk to Rufo. "Time is very important to me Cecil, you know this. I have a window but it is a very small window and I do not want to miss this opportunity." Rufo quickly looked at you from the corner of his eye. "What's it going to cost Albert?"

Albert smiled, almost like he had been waiting for that question and waved his hand. "Oh I don't know, if I awaken her powers I'll be obligated to teach her how to use them and that's just not something I want to deal with right now. Releasing a full powered succubus on the world without any training just seems... irresponsible."

"Irresponsible!" Rufo jumped up from his seat and glared down at Albert. "Irresponsible like leaving that book in that shitty little town by the weird lake?" Albert returned his glare but kept the smile on his face. "I've been alive a long time Cecil, I can't keep track of every single spellbook I've ever had."

Rufo started to pace in front of the desk. "Yeah? And what about that asylum huh? The hunter would have never become a threat again if you hadn't murdered all those babies and left their corpses in the basement! If it wasn't for the hunter, my family, that you are responsible for killing in the first place, would have had another chance at life!" Rufo was almost screaming and Albert's smile quickly dissapeared. "Those matters have already been amended Rufo, so sit down and lower your voice!" Rufo didn't sit down but he did stop pacing and stood in front of Albert. Albert fixed Rufo with a look that made you want to run and hide but Rufo didn't even flinch. "Have you been asking questions about me?"

Rufo held out one of his hands. "I kill people for you Albert. Sometimes they think if they give me unsavory information about my employer I'll go easy on them. I don't, but what kind of an amateur would I be if I let free information slip away?"

Albert chuckled and the tension seemed to ease from the room. Rufo returned to his seat and braced his hands on his knees. "Now, I'll ask again. What's it going to cost me to keep her alive?"

(Next part is the finale)

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Rufo the Clown: Perspective pt 4

A Journey Afterward

Warnings: rough graphic smut, blood play, knife play, restraints

Rufo whistled as he walked to the ice machine with the room bucket in his hand. The motel was a run down, cheap affair in the middle of nowhere with cracked plaster and a dry pool overgrown with weeds. The kind of place where nobody would notice the occasional scream of a woman. The kind of place he needed for tonight's lesson.

He stopped by the office and checked in the windows, the old man running the place was asleep in a recliner with the TV on. Perfect. The ice machine next to the office whirred with a sad electrical buzz as Rufo filled the bucket and made his way back to the room. He opened the door and smiled at the woman tied to the bed.

Her arms were tied to the headboard and her knees were drawn up to her chest and tied in place with an intricate array of knots. A vibrator worked inside her and Rufo could see her juices dripping onto the bed from where he stood. Drool leaked from around her gag and she glared at him as he shook the bucket. "I got ice. Now, have you thought about what you've done?"

Rufo stepped up to the bed and climbed between her legs. Really, she had done this to herself.

For the last four months they had been traveling together and Rufo would even go so far as to call her his girl. She learned about the world he lived in, a world which she was now a part of. In return, she showed him things about the modern world, and things in the bedroom he hadn't even considered. Things that would have made him sick before but well, that was before. Now he held a certain.. appreciation for debauchery. Hell, shibari was practically made for the entertainment of escape artists.

During their time together Rufo had also taught her how to use her powers. She was, after all, a succubus. Looking down at her, so desperate and needy, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat drove Rufo crazy. The more she wanted it, the harder it was to resist her, to even look away for a moment but he had a point to prove.

She'd wanted it earlier, practically begged for it, but he was busy and that's when he had felt it. The little slut had tried to use her powers on him so he did the only reasonable thing he could think of. He tied her to the bed, stuffed her with one of her vibrators set to low, and left her in the room while he finished his job.

Rufo ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs before grabbing the vibrator and twisting it around inside her. "Listen to that, filthy girl." He chuckled as she moaned and tried to push against him. "Oh, that reminds me." Rufo slapped her on the clit before standing up from the bed and holding out the collar of his shirt. "It's hot outside so I should probably take a shower first. You'll be fine here for a little longer, won't you?"

She jerked her legs and cried out at he hit her then resumed her glare as he walked into the bathroom. He laughed as he peeled off his suit, followed by his skin, then took his sweet time showering. He knew she was getting more and more frustrated with each passing moment and that sent a thrill of excitement through his body.

Once he was finished with his shower, he dried off and walked back into the room completely naked. She had her face turned away from him and refused to look at him even when he called her name so, he leaned against the dresser and reached for the ice bucket. "Are you angry with me? Do you think I'm being unfair?" Most of the ice had melted into cold water and he swirled it around as he tried to remember if the vibrator inside her was waterproof. He shrugged before throwing the contents of the bucket onto her bare skin. "How about now?"

She screamed against the gag as he cackled. Rufo climbed back on the bed and leaned over her, his cock pressed against her thigh as he ripped the gag from her mouth. "Don't you have something to say?" She worked her jaw and wet her lips as she looked up at him. Her anger was still there but it was dulled by her need for sex. Rufo loved that look on her face.

"I'm sorry Rufo." He stared at her swollen lips and flushed face. "Sorry for what exactly." She bit her lip and squirmed against the ropes. "I'm sorry I tried to use my powers on you. You decide when... when you want to use me."

Rufo smiled at her and stroked her cheek with his hand. "That's right babydoll, and don't you forget it. In fact.." He flicked his wrist and produced a sharp looking knife between his fingers. Rufo lowered the blade and traced it along her inner thigh. "Why don't I give you something to remember that by, just so you don't forget again."

Rufo's smile stretched across his face, baring his perfect teeth as he dug the tip of the blade into her flesh. The sharp tip punctured through her soft skin and blood quickly began to run from the wound. "Who's in charge here? I want you to spell it for me."

Her legs trembled under his touch and he could see the vibrator move as her insides clenched around it. She took a deep breath and curled her toes, bracing herself. "R" "....r.." Rufo repeated the letter as he pressed down and carved it into her skin. "U" "...u..." "mmm..." Rufo paused and looked up at her. "Come on, you're only half way done." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pillow. "F"...Rufo nodded and continued carving, blood coated her entire thigh and ran down between her legs to stain the sheets below her. "O" "o.. good girl. That wasn't so bad now was it?"

She whimpered and looked up at him and he decided he was done playing with her. He rubbed over her mound then pulled the vibrator out of her. "You've made a mess all over your toy." Rufo spread her wide open with his fingers and watched as her blood mix with the fluids dripping from her cunt. "Now we can really have some fun."

This was getting kind of long so I split it. More smut coming soon!

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

"Gray skies are gonna clear up.."

The breakfast spread was elaborate. There were pastries, urns of coffee, chafing dishes with scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon as well as biscuits and gravy.

Rufo the clown stepped into the room with grease painted smile firmly in place, and an ax slung comfortably over his shoulder

The man was dressed in casual clothes,but his garish face, his blue hair and the ax certainly slid him away from the mundane category.

"Howdy, folks!" His voice was good-natured.

"You arent supposed to be here." "Nonsense," he said. "I was invited."

"By who?" Her tone brooked no argument.

"Meaghan Phelps." With that answer he swung the ax off his shoulder and drove it into the meaty neck of Richard Emery

He hauled the ax out of Emery's dead body and whipped it around with almost casual ease, a thick stream of crimson spraying the wall as he changed directions. Neil Porter had just stood up and was trying to get away from the madman when the ax drove into his upper back and the point of it burst through the front of his neatly pressed white shirt.

"You know, when I was a kid we did this thing with potatoes called potato stamping"

He slammed the bloodied face into the chart and rolled the ruined head against the paper until he had left a bloody imprint. Potato stamp, indeed.

When the print was done, the clown dropped Andy's head and chuckled to himself. "Oh yes, I think I like it!"

The words came into view one letter at a time but he processed the line quickly enough: "GRAY SKIES ARE GONNA CLEAR UP"

And under those wet, red words, were a dozen wet, red smiley faces, each one with a happy grin and round, ragged eyes.

"Oh God." His stomach lurched hard to the left and Adam staggered forward, his traitorous eyes taking in the sights that would last him for as long as he lived.

He found most of the heads in a pile. They'd been stacked together on a silver platter that was already holding a spread of pastries. Each face has been mutilated; the eyes cut away, the lips sliced off to make the smiling mouths on the faces he'd seen stamped on the walls.

"You get it? 'Put on a happy face,' get it? Isn't that a hoot?"

- Smile No More by James A Moore

[spooky-raccoon]

Love Struck (Part 1) (Rufo X Reader)

Rufo needs some love fam and I am here to help out the Rufo fandom (even though I haven’t read the books yet but I’m gonna fix that).

I blame the lovely @ihaveaseriousclownproblem for be-stilling these emotions into my soul for another clown monster.  I have no regrets though.

If you are not a fan of the Rufo fic I’ll be posting then go ahead and look at the tags so you’ll know what to block.

         I admit I had been distracted as I made my way down the sidewalk.  I had to review several documents for some clients and was reading a shorter one as I rounded a corner.  My shoulder connected with someone and a few things I was holding went flying.  I heard the grunt of a man when my shoulder hit him as my mind panicked.

         “I am so sorry!”  I quickly knelt down to pick up the things we had both dropped, gathering his things in one hand and mine in the other. “I know I’m stupid for not looking. I really should have.”  His hand had grabbed a few things and he had been grumbling to himself.  My head looked up to him as I spoke, “Again, I’m so-”  

         My words cut off as I looked at his eyes. They were a pale icy blue that were framed by his high cheek bones.  He had long black hair that flowed to his shoulder.  Slowly, he stood back up and so did I.  He towered over me as he was over six feet tall.  My heart was skipping a few beats it seemed.  There was something eerie about him as he glared at me.

         “You were saying?”  He leaned a bit, hooking his thumb into his pocket as he gave me an exasperated look.

         “I’m sorry, sir.”  I could feel the heat on my cheeks from embarrassment and by just looking at him.  “I hope you have a good day, sir.”  I nodded my head in goodbye and quickly turned down the side walk.  I really hoped to see him again, but I doubt he would ever want to see me again.

         Several blocks down was a Starbucks that I usually visited after work to get something to stay awake as I sifted and sorted paperwork. I hadn’t been paying attention to anyone near me or directly behind me as I ordered.  When I could I often would pay for the person behind me by using a re-loadable gift card I kept at the counter that the employees knew about. It was always nice to make someone’s day a little better.  As I grabbed my drank after paying for whoever was behind me I turned.  I would have stopped in my step but that feeling of embarrassment swept over me when we locked eyes briefly.  It was the man from before.  He gave me a sly looking smile as he ordered and when the barista waved his card away, pointing to me as he spoke his smile grew soft.  I usually didn’t mind when people thanked me but before the man could get the chance I rushed out the door.

         I had finally made it home and decided to wait for my day off to deal with the paperwork I had brought home.  Once I was in my fuzzy sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt I headed to the kitchen to make dinner.  I had thawed out some steaks and a potato soup going in the crock pot. A knock on my door startled me just as I set the pan on the stove.  Walking over to the door I slowly opened it.  There stood the same man from before.

         “You forgot this.”  His hand extended outwards with a few envelopes in his hand.  So that’s how he knew my address. “(Y/N).  Nice name.”  The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.

         “Thank you.”  I grabbed the envelopes and smiled at him.  “I, uh, never got your name.”  I could feel the same embarrassment feeling coming back to me. How could I have been so rude to this guy?

         “Rufo.  My name is Rufo.”  He leaned against the door frame as an idea clicked in my head.

         “Rufo, I want to apologize again for earlier. Come inside, please.  Have a seat at the table.”  My smile beamed as I moved to the side to let him in.

         “If you say so.”  He shrugged, shutting the door behind him as I walked back into the kitchen.  

         I saw him sit down, his legs sprawled a bit. I began to rub some of my favorite spices into the steaks when I noticed him tearing apart a napkin.  He was so focused on it that he didn’t even notice me as I walked over to the couch nearby and picking up the remote.

         “If there��s anything you’d like to watch feel free to flip through the channels.  It’s on some animal documentaries right now.”  I smiled at him as I set the remote next to him then headed back to the kitchen.

         I poured a little oil into the pan along with some butter, letting it melt together as the pan heated up.  Once the pan was to the right heat I set the steaks into the pan.  While one side seared I would fill a bowl with soup, flip the steaks, and fill the other bowl as a sort of timer.  I was able to fit the soup bowl onto the plate in a presentable way.  I carried our plates to the table and set them down, putting Rufo’s plate in front of him.  He had been so distracted by the animal documentary until now.

         “I wasn’t sure how you liked your steaks done so I did it rare if that’s fine.”  I settled down into my seat after getting our silverware and water for both of us.

         “Fuckin’ perfect.”  He had begun to cut up the steak, eating the pieces and occasionally taking sips of his water.

         It was oddly peaceful as we ate.  It didn’t feel as if we were strangers just hours ago. The sound of soft music along with some animal noises in the background played.  Rufo would sometimes turn around to watch.  

         “So (Y/N),” he turned back to me after setting his fork down and picking up the spoon, so he could eat the soup, “tell me about yourself.”  He propped his elbow on the table and looked at me intently.

         “I,” I paused to think about what I could tell him, and I let out a small huff, “there isn’t anything interesting about me, to be honest.  I work here in town for an insurance company.  I mostly sit at home, watching things like animal documentaries or listening to rock music to get the day going by.”  I shrugged as I looked down at my soup as I stirred it with my spoon.  “I’m sorry if that’s not what you were looking for. What about you?”  I looked back up to him and my spoon clattered to the bowl when I saw his face now.

         His skin had turn pale white like snow.  The flowing black hair of his was now a blue just like the make up now on his face, except the lips.  There was a large red smile painted on his mouth.  Before I could say anything, he came up and around me, placing his large hands on my shoulders and giving them a light squeeze.

         “Now, now don’t freak out.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  His hands squeezed a little harder this time as he brought his head next to mine.  “I may be a dead man walking but I am a gentleman still.  I do admit though if you had been rude like most of the pathetic cretins in this town you probably would be dead the second you ran into me with no words of an apology but no.”  His hands were now softly massaging my shoulders and I realized how tense I was. There had been talk of murders in town, but I had just ignored them.  This was the man doing it?  “You’ve been so sweet and kind far beyond what I expected.”  His hands rubbed up to the base of my neck as his thumbs rubbed the tense muscle.  “I do plan to repay the favor but first I have to leave town for a few weeks. Promise you’ll still be here doll?” One hand left the back of my neck to meet my chin to turn my head to the side where we met eyes.  “I wanna hear you say that you’ll promise Old Rufo that you’re gonna stay.”

         “I-I promise, Rufo.”  My heart was pounding hard in my chest.  I’m not sure if I was afraid, intimidated or to the fact I still found him oddly attractive despite his eerie appearance.  “I promise.”

         “I’m so happy to hear doll.”  His hand slid up to my cheek as he spoke as his grin grew wider. “I’m not a huge fan of people bumping and running.  Doesn’t end well with them.”  He shrugged and picked up our empty dishes, heading to the kitchen.  

         I stood up as he entered the kitchen.  I followed behind him and just before he started washing them.  He turned his head with a confused look on my face.  I guess he thought I would be scared and not wanting to interact with him until he came back.

         “You’re my guest still, even if you are well,” I looked him over then back up to him, “a bit different.”  Lightly I pulled him by his belt loop away from the sink and began washing dishes.  “I’m still a host.  Guests get to relax.”  I turned my head to look at him.

         “I’m going to at least help you dry them.” He grabbed the dishtowel I had hanging from a top cabinet.  I let out a sigh as I handed him a wet plate.

         “I guess that’s fine.  If you like ice cream you can stay for a bowl and we can watch another documentary.”  He set the plate into the dishes cabinet and took another wet dish from my hand.

         “Such hospitality.  I bet I could stay the night too if I needed too.”  He laughed as he wiped the towel on the dish.

         “Actually, yes.  You may look scary and you probably are someone I should be afraid of, but you haven’t personally done anything wrong to me.” Once the plate left his hand I put a bowl in it.  “You can either crash on the couch or in the guest bedroom.  Whichever you prefer.  If you have to leave early, feel free to make breakfast for yourself before you head out.”

         “I,” there was a long pause has he dried the bowl and then dried the next, “I’ll be honest this isn’t what I expected.”

         “And you think this is what I expected?”  I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him as he finished drying the last dish.  “Now go look in the freezer to pick your ice cream and go pick a documentary.”  I gave him a warm smile and once he set the towel back where it was he picked out his ice cream.

         I had a million thoughts going on in my head as I scooped our ice cream into bowls.  He had asked for a lot of whipped cream on top of his, so I made a small mountain on top of his.  There was a deep-sea documentary playing as I entered the living room and sat next to him. His eyes widened at his bowl as he grabbed onto it.  I couldn’t help but to giggle.  The rest of the time we just sat there watching the television.  Oddly, it was still peaceful feeling around us despite him showing what he was to me.  We cleaned the bowls once we were done and we both decided to sleep.  He was comfortable with the couch, so I brought out some blankets and pillows for him to use.  After saying goodnight, I headed off to my own bedroom.  I wasn’t sure what to think, let alone feel, about this Rufo man but I guess I would find out in time.

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