I HATE liking Niche characters because what do you mean there are little to no fics of them???? and if I do find some it's all just smut or one shots 😭 please normalize big fat juicy slow Burns🙏
𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁ “ Take some of this, it’ll calm you down. “
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Summary// Halloween Eve, you were invited by your college friend Denise to come down to her father’s home for Halloween for vacation. However along the way, you run into some sudden car troubles.. Thankfully a local says her brother is a mechanic!
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ Rufus “RJ” Firefly x Fem!Reader
☆ A/N, trust im loading my arsenal
☆ Edit made by me, credits to Super Sonico & House Of 1000 Corpses.
☆ 5879 words & proofread.
☆ WARNINGS// SFW, typical violence & gore warning, some NSFW content but not graphic, strangulation but no death, perversion, stalking, nonsexual nudity, kidnapping, uncomfortable situations.
✮⋆˙ PART ONE.
☆ MINORS DNI.
Halloween Eve, like many others you enjoyed Halloween. Even into your adulthood the cheerful Halloween spirit always followed you, your original plans were to maybe go to a local Halloween party and spend it with friends.. Till you received a promising text from your friend Denise Willis.
“Hey, me and Mary and the boys were going to go down to my dad’s for Halloween. We have one more spot left in the car if you’d like to tag along.”
You, Denise, and Mary had gotten pretty close. Especially since you all three shared similar classes, and honestly? A change of environment was much needed for you, the stress of college and deadlines had you sleepless and miserable. Besides, going to a party wouldn’t do you any good, especially the after effects of the next day. So you agreed to tag along, besides meeting Denise’s dad and seeing where she grew up would be nice. And a good thing to bond over, besides she always talked about home like a lost dog.. And showed you photos of the town and her family.
The road trip went relatively smooth, you met Mary’s boyfriend for the first time. A nice laid back yet-uptight young man, and of course you were already acquainted with Denise’s boyfriend Jerry. He was okay in your honest opinion, though, you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up being a complete man-child when he was in his 40s. Bill and Jerry’s back and forth bickering was entertaining, you talked with Denise about her parents and where she grew up.. And you and Mary caught up since it had been a long while since you two actually spoke on subjects rather than answer sheets and which professor might end up on the sex offender list..
As the sun began to set, so did your energy, thankfully you all decided to make a nice comfortable makeshift bed with what pillows and blankets you had brought for the trip. The once baby blue sky began to faint into darker hues, the warm sun tucking into its sleep as the moon awoke for the night. The once full and energized car faded into soft silence of driving and whatever radio station the car's antenna picked up on, Jerry had gone quiet(er), reading some comics and magazines he had stashed for the trip.. And Bill was silent, focused on staying awake for this drive. Denise and Mary had already fallen into a peaceful slumber, and it wasn’t long before you did as well.
“RAWR!”
Denise jolted awake at the sudden noise, her eyes immediately locking into the small fog on the car window where warm breath met cold glass. Her eyelids covered her dark brown orbs as a sigh of annoyance and irritation washed over her, replacing the shock and slight fear. “C’mon baby, me and Bill found this kickass place! Grab the camera and get up ladies!” Jerry said with a stupid smile on his face as he coaxed his beloved girlfriend awake, it wasn’t long before Denise shook you and Mary awake. Denise and Mary weren’t pleased being awake especially at a late hour, and being awoken for.. Whatever the hell this place was, you were also annoyed.. Yet interest took over your mind at such an abnormal place.
Abnormal as in, why would a gas station, of all places and buildings.. Be a horror attraction? You’ve heard of true crime museums, but a true crime.. Gas station? It was interesting, sure, especially since this place was in the middle of nowhere. Denise held the car door open for you as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, your legs had slowly swung out and touched the wet concrete. Feet meeting a wet mix of gravel and old concrete as your legs lifted the rest of you from the cramped backseat, you moved enough so Mary could crawl out next. Your hands met your lower back as you arched, head leaning towards the faint overhead lights as a soft groan came from you as your back cracked. You blinked once, twice as you took in the overstimulating environment. Your eyes glimmering with a glow from the bright LED sign that read;
“Captain Spaulding’s Museum Of Monsters and Madmen”
Bright and colorful LEDs lit the place up like a circus as an annoying clown animatronic stationed up front like a royal guard told bad jokes and had a nails on a chalk board laugh, your eyes locked onto the ominous opening to the supposed attraction. “C’mon, let’s get this shit over with already.” Mary said with an annoyed huff as she stepped forward with a handheld camera in one hand, heading for the entrance of this place where the boys apparently were. With a slam of a car door and Denise checking to ensure the car was locked, you two followed behind.
If the outside was overstimulating the inside was just as overwhelming, possibly worse. “Heyy! Took you sleeping beauties long enough.” Jerry exclaimed, opening his arms a bit as he approached, Bill was leaned over the counter talking to the supposed owner.. Denise and Mary looked uncomfortable and unimpressed, their noses scrunching and eyes judging every molecule of this place. Their chatter was white noise to you as you looked around in the glass cases, looking at what.. Exotic finds were being shown, Alligator boy, a supposed “mermaid”, bones of fairies, and other unusual items. Your eyes observed what was in the cases and the little cards of information, your head tilting softly as your hair fell from your shoulder. You seemed to catch the attention of the owner more than Bill and his questionnaire about the place and its history, you only noticed because you glanced up and saw him staring directly at you.
“Interested in somethin’ young lady?” The grease faced clown asked you from across the room, his head nodding towards you as you lifted your head and looked around. “Yes, you lil’ lady, M’ talkin’ to you baby.” For some reason him calling you baby sent a small shiver down your spine, it didn’t quite sit right in your stomach with the rest of your organs.. “Oh, yeah.. I was just looking at what you have in these cases.” You responded back in a soft tone, eyes drifting back down to give yourself an excuse that whatever nonsense was in this glass case was more interesting than the clown himself. “Y’know, I actually found that mummy myself.” The man chirped like a proud bird, crossing his aged arms across the table and leaning on it from where he and Bill stood. The others watched the interaction, Bill trying to cut in but being reprimanded by the man. “Can’t you see M’ tryna talk to the young lady boy?” He growled, flashing Bill a glare that made him uncomfortable. The tension polluted the air fast Mary and Denise already getting bad vibes from the man and staring him down awkwardly and judgmentally. “Really? That’s really cool.” Thank god for your quick thinking because the clown’s attention snapped back onto you like you were a shimmering gem in a pile of garbage.
“Yeah, I was on the coast of Louisiana when I found dear Gator boy. Damn near fought security to let em’ bring him home with me!” The man laughed proudly, in your opinion? Dear “Gator” boy here was just a fake mold of a person slotted into a gator’s lower half. “Bet he was hard to get out of the mud..” You hummed, walking towards Bill. The man flashed his yellow teeth at you as a laugh escaped him, “Damn right! Almost busted my ass tryna get him out.” You fought back cringing when you felt his stare go from your eyes to your chest, “What’s your name pretty girl?”
You went silent before telling him your name, seeing a flirtatious smile grow onto his grease splattered face. “Beautiful name for such a beautiful girl, bet yer’ boyfriend gets reaaallll mad when old men get all close to ya.” Every word from this man made your stomach turn in disgust, and your friends could obviously tell your discomfort. Thankfully, god bless, Jerry came to your rescue for once and asked a million annoying questions about the attraction. Which the man was overwhelmed by and got annoyed enough to answer..
The whole “ride” was uncomfortable, you could feel Captain Spaulding staring at you the whole time. He even made a snide comment if you got scared he’d let you sit on his lap. You suddenly began to understand Mary and Denise’s sheer discomfort about the place, something was just.. So very wrong, about this entire area. But what made your spine twist was when he told you before you all left to get back into the car after giving you directions to where a “Dr. Satan Hanging Tree” was.
“You better watch out baby girl, you're a walkin’ wet dream for hungry men out here.”
“What a fucking creep! Why didn’t you guys say anything when he was flirting with her!” Denise shouted at the boys in your defense, “Listen we wanted nothing more than to get him off her back.” Bill butted in, his hand turning the keys into the ignition as the car awoke from its slumber. You sat silently in the middle between Mary and Denise who were upset the boys didn’t man the fuck up and do something about what happened in the gas station, “Yet you didn’t do anything, you just stood there like two useless posts while he basically eyefucked her.” Mary rebutted against Bill’s weak comment, Bill sighed as he turned out of the gas station back onto the lone backroad. The beams from headlights illuminating the old road ahead, “Guys it’s fine, it’s over with, we never have to see that guy again.” You sighed as you slumped slightly into the velvet seat, you wanted nothing more than peace and silence after that extremely uncomfortable interaction.
Tension full silence filled the air as Bill focused back on driving and Jerry rambled about the Dr. Satan Tree, Denise argued with him about the stop being a roadblock in the trip.. But Jerry argued back she already called her dad and told him about it, so why not!
“Jesus, can’t see a thing in this rain.” Bill said as he leaned forward, eyes squinting behind his thick glasses as he tried to see from the heavy storm. The high beams barely being any help with how bad this rain was, the wind shield wipers moved fast and effectively against the glass trying its hardest to push away the rain.. “Who is that?’ Jerry said leaning forward as the high beams lit up a person standing on the side of the road, a woman, she was holding a pretty pink umbrella as a smile found her face. Waving to the car, “Oh hell no, we are not picking her up.” Mary said as her judgmental eyes locked onto the mysterious hitchhiker, “C’mon, it’s storming outside and we don’t know when this storm will lighten up.” Bill said, his brain already answering and pulling over for the woman..
“Thanks for pickin’ me up.” The woman said as she sat in Denise's seat, Denise had made a shift and sat on Jerry’s lap up in the front seat instead since there was no more space in the backseat. Mary and Denise avoided looking at the woman completely, annoyed at her very existence.. But you on the other hand wanted to be nice, “I like your coat.” You complimented her with a sweet smile, her head turned to you as a smile found her pretty lips. “Thanks! My brother made it for me, I love your hair!” She complimented back, bringing a bigger smile to your lips as her compliment warmed your heart.. Sadly that warmth was temporary and didn’t last long when Jerry asked if the Dr. Satan Tree was real or if it was just some urban legend locals made to draw in tourists. “Yeah! Of course it’s real, I know where it is.” She chirped as she smiled at Jerry and Denise who didn’t look happy at all that this random woman was in the car. “It’s a few blocks away from my house, I could take you there!”
Bill seemed interested at this development now that a local confirmed the tree was real and not a hoax, you could practically see the interest flash on his face as he continued to drive. The conversation the rest were having didn’t really catch your attention, mostly because it was Denise fighting with Jerry about the waste of gas and time. But what did catch your attention was everyone’s collective gasps and the sound of Bill manhandling the steering wheel to stay straight and not crash you all into a nearby ditch. “Shit!”
“What the fuck was that!” Jerry said head whipping towards Bill whose chest was rising and falling at a fast pace as his hands gripped the leather wheel. Adrenaline pumping through his veins from the sheer panic that one of the tires blew, it didn’t help the storm was incredibly heavy and made the rough road as slippery as ice. The car skirted across the road and near the edge where concrete met grass, if Bill for a moment let go of the wheel or his foot stepped off the brake the car would have slammed right into a tree. It took a moment for you all to calm down before Bill asked if he could use the woman’s umbrella to go see the damage, which she agreed too. You watched as he opened the driver's door and opened the small pink umbrella and stepped outside.
“The tire’s completely blown out, I can’t see anything in that storm!” He groaned as he slammed the driver’s door shut, taking off his glasses to clean the droplets of water on them. The woman leaned over you a bit to look out the window of the car, there wasn’t much to see.. Just a lot of forest, you stiffened a bit with how close she got.. It wasn’t a respectable distance either, her chin was almost grazing your chest and of course you didn’t miss the way those baby blues flashed down to look at them. She flashed you a pretty smile as she pulled her head back, her damp golden blonde hair brushing against your skin as she turned to Bill. “Don’t worry, my brother's a mechanic! We aren’t too far from my house either. We can walk to my house n’ tell him!” She cheerfully said like she was the hero of this story, confusion flashed Denise’s face as she looked at the woman. “Why would we pick you up if your house was a few miles away?” If you weren’t as uncomfortable you’d realize what Denise was saying. It had only been a few minutes since Bill picked up the hitchhiker, rain or not she most definitely could have gotten home faster on foot. Silence filled the air after Denise made that statement, the woman just stared at Denise.. Like she was memorizing her features before Bill cut in to break the uncomfortable silence. “Perfect, I’ll walk you to your house.” No argument followed as Bill got out of the driver's seat and opened back up the umbrella and walked over to your side to help her out. You got out and stood underneath the umbrella as your hand reached out for hers, and she grabbed it immediately. Soft fingers intertwining with your own as she got out, “Thanks sugar!” she said her eyes peering down at your lips for just a second before babbling at Bill to get going. As you got back in you watched as they waved goodbye and disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.
Jerry had moved to the driver's seat and Denise was sitting in shotgun, it had been 35 minutes since Bill went to go get help with the local. You just sat quietly in your seat, legs against your chest as you listened to Mary and Denise quietly chatter about how weird the whole situation was. Jerry was just sitting back listening to the radio station and waiting for help to arrive, presumably sulking that this was cutting into seeing the tree. “I haven’t seen a single cop car out this way, so I doubt they would have laid down speeding spikes.” Mary said to Denise as she agreed, it was a little weird how the tire blew a few minutes after you picked up the hitchhiker.. Almost too convenient. These events were oddly lined up, weird gas station, weird place.. Then a weird hitchhiker who just happened to be out in a storm “going home” a few miles away. Sadly before you could finish your thoughts, an abrupt silence filled the car, “What was that sound?”
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your head turned to look at the front window, just like everyone else as you all stayed as quiet as a morgue. Trying to pinpoint what sound Denise heard, your brain tried to play it off as a logical explanation. That it was just nerves from being in a beat down car in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a violent storm, anything could have happened. Thunder, a tree falling down, animals..
THUMP.
It was none of the above, it didn’t sound like a tree falling from the force of the storm.. It sounded like someone knocking on the hood of the car. “Turn on the headlights.” Denise said sternly, Jerry gave her the flash of: “Are you fucking crazy?” Jerry said, whipping his head towards Denise with a scared expression. “Turn on the headlights! What the fuck are you doing!” She hissed quietly through her teeth, the air felt thick.. Suffocating even, nobody did anything for a minute. That one minute felt like it was several, the noises only got worse and more pronounced. Thoughts and theories of it belonging to nature long died in everyone's head, “Shit, what if it’s a bear?” Jerry said looking ahead into pure darkness, it could be a bear.. But the noises were too consistent. Not to mention why would any animal be out in a violent storm? The rain washed away all scents that could belong to potential meals, not to mention most animals were afraid of thunder. And even if it was a wandering bear it would be moving a lot faster to get to shelter rather than inspecting a metal box in the middle of an empty road. Denise’s arm reached over to the small knob, turning it on and allowing the high beams of the headlights to illuminate the road once more. Screams filled the car as the headlights lit up a behemoth of a man standing at the front of the car, head slightly craned down as he made direct eye contact with you. You felt intimidated at him staring directly at you, out of everyone in the car.. The ease didn’t fill you like the others when he hooked up the car to his tow truck. It was weird, the man had no source of light on him or on his tow. Not even his headlights were on. How did he know you guys were? Why didn’t he have a light source when hooking up the car to the tow? Why did he specifically look at you out of Mary, Denise, and Jerry? The girl’s theory of how odd these events were aligned made more sense, evidence kept presenting itself like a birthday gift. You could feel the car lifting off the ground slightly before the man turned around and walked to the drivers side of the truck and got in, and soon headlights flicked on.
Discomfort filled the car, thankfully the others came up with the same conclusion as you did. This entire situation was unusual.. Nothing made sense, these weren’t strange coincidences that so happened to follow through.. They almost seemed planned in a timely order. Nobody said a word, almost afraid somehow someone would hear. The ride was uncomfortable and slightly nauseating, well to you at least. Your senses were going haywire, your gut telling you something was severely wrong. The rain only seemed to fall down harder as the minutes passed, so hard it began to temporarily cloud the visibility outside. But there was no mistake the tow had pulled up to a two floor rundown house, the yard was littered with homemade Halloween decorations and random junk that looked like it’d belong to a junkyard. But the odd view of the yard was cut short when the tow had turned into a decently sized garage, nothing out of the blue was in it. It was your standard garage full of tools and random junk that belonged in one, the car was soon lowered to ground level so you all could get out.
Shoes hitting the concrete floor as you all climbed out of the vehicle, Denise & You were soaked from having to switch places to accommodate the hitchhiker. So you both went to the back to obtain fresh clothes and any toiletries you needed, that’s when you got a good look at the man when you glanced up and saw him staring at you again. He was massive, and wearing what looked like a taxidermized bear suit that was dripping wet. Long locks of slightly wavy brown hair coming from the bear hood and his facial hair slightly damp, his eyes were something you’ve never seen before in another human being. They had this eerily cold and distant look to them, not like he was not all there but.. Just distant, it’s hard to explain what you thought. But something in your brain told you that feeling wasn’t good.
The trunk closed with a soft thunk and Jerry putting in the key to lock it, the man walked over to a dark oak wooden door and opened it up leading into the house. The others didn’t say anything to him, not even a simple “thanks” to the man.. But despite your better judgement to follow a suit you stopped beside him, “Thank you for saving us, I really appreciate it.” You said softly with a kindhearted smile as you craned your head up to even look at him, his hand went from behind the door to resting on top of it as he leaned some of his weight onto it. Seemingly relaxing slightly, he gave you a grunt before looking towards the open door like he was trying to telepathically tell you to go inside. “May I use your bathroom? I’m soaked to the bone and I’d like to take a shower if that’s okay.”
Something flashed in his eyes, you couldn’t immediately pinpoint what but something other than cold distance appeared in those dark orbs. This time he nodded and released the top of the door, shifting behind you and holding it open. Herding you inside, inside was.. Something. It was similar to the yard, lot’s of random junk everywhere.. And odd decorations, like things you wouldn’t normally see in your average home. There was a copious amount of taxidermy, on stands, plaque, mounts, even in jars. Weird elaborate paintings that looked ripped off from Picasso himself were framed in random frames that didn’t have any continuity to them. They were all made from different materials, different colors, shapes, and sizes. Some were family photos, some had random people, some were just prints from famous painters with random gibberish on them.. And some were just oddly empty, and of course some homemade Halloween decorations and some mannequins that made you very uncomfortable. Some had accessories on them, some had Paper Mache masks on, some had makeup smeared across their faces in crude ways.
Despite your growing discomfort you walked on as the man behind you herded you from the hallway to the living room where Mary, Jerry, and Bill were sitting. And an older blonde woman who looked similar to the hitchhiker, Bill was without his glasses and the older woman was sitting very close to Jerry. Practically on his lap! Mary was sitting besides a blind Bill as the hitchhiker was sitting on a random fancy looking chair watching whatever show was on. The woman’s attention went from Jerry to you almost instantly, “Oh ain’t she the cutest!” The woman cooed as her head turned to look at you and the man standing uncomfortably close behind you, towering over you to a point where you were sure he was trying to engulf you.
The discomfort grew, Jerry didn’t even look at you and Bill gave you a glance like he wanted to leave immediately. And truth be told that is exactly what he wanted to do, that’s what everyone wanted to do. “Yer lil’ friend is in the bathroom changin’, you look soaked!” She said with a faux pout, it looked almost exaggerated by the way she did it. You could see every crevice from her lips because of her light pink matte lipstick. “Oh–Yeah, is it okay if I use your bathroom to shower ma’am?” You politely asked despite this whole situation screaming red flags, your manners seemed to throw more wood into the fire as she stood up and walked your direction. Giving you an eyeful of her bosom and her erotic outfit, from a feathery long pink sheer robe that looked fresh out of a Victoria Secrets catalogue to some pretty pink pumps and white tights, to her corset and skimpy skirt. Her hair screamed everything 80s, all voluminous and bumped up like anyone’s hair would be in a magazine. “Oh but of course! Wouldn’t want ya gettin’ sick! Rufus, won’t you be a good boy and take her upstairs to your bathroom? I’d offer mine but I’ve got some dirty laundry all about.” She flashed her yellow teeth to you, which in response you awkwardly flashed yours.
You damn near jumped out of your skin when Rufus's large hand landed on your bare shoulder, his hand felt like 50 grit sandpaper. Your head turned to look up at him before he began guiding you up the stairs, before you two were completely out of range you heard the woman say in a cheery voice “Such a pretty smile.”
The upstairs was just like the other parts of the house you’ve seen so far. It was really weird how Rufus never went in front of you to lead, he just herded you from the back like he was preventing you from running off, turning away, or seeing something you weren’t supposed to see. Down the long hallway he finally stopped and got in front of you, opening a door that led into a small yet clean bathroom. It was shockingly different from the bizarre nature of this house, more organized and normal. Honestly, it looked out of place which was funny because out of this entire weird home this one room stuck out like a sore thumb. He stepped in and went to a small closet door and opened it, grabbing fresh clean towels and putting them down on the closed toilet lid. You walked in as wet shoes hitting the tile, squishing uncomfortably as you looked around the best you could without hitting him. Your manners immediately hit when you realized you most definitely left wet tracks all over the house, “Oh shit–sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to cuss. I forgot to take off my shoes and got wet tracks everywhere–”
“S’ fine.”
That was the first time you heard him speak, and it sent a freezing cold chill that could somehow be colder than liquid nitrate down your spine all the way to your tailbone. His voice was deep, gravelly from lack of use, and had a thick southern accent to it. It wasn’t loud by any means, it was quiet. “Are you sure? After my shower I can clean the tracks up..” You tried again to be polite, despite this whole environment being equivalent to a clown funhouse this still wasn’t your house. “I got it, don’t worry about it.” He said as he pushed open the shower curtain and silently showed you how to turn on the shower. He moved out your way, ducking slightly to get out the doorway. Rough hand wrapped around the golden knob before you stopped and looked at him, “Thank you Rufus.” He didn’t say anything, just let out a grunt of acknowledgement before closing the door. You stood in silence listening to his heavy footsteps disappear into silence once more, a heavy sigh leaving your chest. You didn’t even remember holding your breath..
The door locked with a small reassuring click as you moved the towels onto the counter along with your bag that had some toiletries and fresh clothes. Sitting down on the lid of the toilet to take off your wet shoes and unbuttoning your shorts and sliding off your panties. You did your best to wring out as much water as possible into the sink, making a mental note to ask Rufus or that woman for a plastic bag to put your soaked clothes in. You folded your wet clothes neatly on the counter and opened the bag, grabbing your shampoo, conditioner, facial and body soap and the small wash cloth he gave you in the pile.
A long sigh escaped you as the hot water ran down your tired body, head tilting back into the water as your back arched to stretch. Sitting in a car for hours on end really took a toll on you, your hands raked through your hair to get it all soaked before grabbing the bottle of shampoo and opening the cap with a soft click. Squeezing some of the nice coconut scented soap into your palm and working it through the bottom of your hair to your scalp, fingernails scratching lovingly against your scalp soothing the knots from your head. Soft droplets of water ran down your face and your closed eyelids as you rinsed your hair thoroughly, making sure not a drop of shampoo was left in your hair.
Shit, I forgot my hairclip. You thought to yourself, you liked letting your hair sit in conditioner as you did everything else.. And you didn’t enjoy your hair getting soaked and washing out the product, your wet hand wrapped around the curtain ready to open it. You got halfway before noticing immediately that the bathroom door was ever so slightly cracked, you blinked twice thinking it was your imagination–And maybe it was just the paranoia of being in the middle of nowhere in a stranger's house late at night because the door was shut. You brushed it off as just your tired mind playing tricks on you as you finally began to relax to your environment, stepping out of the shower as quickly as you can. Most of the water getting on the floor towel positioned in front of the shower as you grabbed your claw clip from your bag and got back in. What you didn’t notice was the lock on the door was unlocked, and your panties and bra that had once been folded on top of your wet clothes were gone.
Your hairs smoothed the soft product in the bottom half of your hair and twirled it to be in a clip before grabbing the wet wash cloth and pouring soap on it and washing your body. You were halfway through, using the cloth to clean your legs when you heard something. A soft thud, your brain chalked it up to the thunder and continued on with your business but your gut that once had been silent began to feel off. The feeling only got worse as you washed your body and conditioner out, you grabbed your face soap and pumped some of the product into your hand before applying it liberally to your face. Your head was under the water so you didn’t hear the door creaking all the way open or soft footfalls walking in, you pulled your head back and your eyes opened when you froze.
A large shadow was standing right in front of the curtain, your mind stopped working. All cognitive function just halting, along with physical movement. Your body couldn’t move without an order from your brain, and your brain wasn’t responding. Your throat ran dry, you couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t scream, couldn't shout–Couldn’t ask who it was, you were standing there like a terrified fawn.
“MPPGM!”
In a flash the curtain opened and Rufus grabbed you, slamming a large hand around your mouth. His hand literally covered your entire jaw as he held it shut, your eyes were wide like saucers. Pupils frantic as you tried to scramble but he wrestled you to turn around. You would have fallen on your ass if it weren’t for him holding you up, your vision completely obscured from your head now being buried in his thick bicep. He hauled you out of the tub as you tried to squirm but ultimately failed because his other arm wrapped around your stomach and held you against his body. You could feel his sturdy denim jeans against your ass, your back arched on instinct to try and pry yourself free. Hands scrambling to his arm wrapped around your head but it felt like an elephant trunk. His grip grew tighter and tighter as his body slightly curled around yours, his rough thumb rubbing small circles on your soft stomach in an attempt to calm you as you felt the air being forced from you.
He was suffocating you, and there was nothing you could do about it but just take it.
You couldn’t fight, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything. His grip kept tightening as you felt fuzzy, dizzy, almost nauseous like you were about to throw up. Your hands stopped groping his arm, nails ceasing their clawing into his hairy skin.. You felt yourself lose more control involuntarily, your head lightly shook as the feeling of being suffocated filled your system. You wanted to cry, to scream for the others.. But you couldn’t, you could barely feel your head nodding off or your body numbing over. You couldn’t even feel the soft kiss planted on the top of your wet head, all you felt was nothing. All you could see was nothing, and soon that agonizing numbing feeling came to an end. With a final choke, you went completely limp.
May you please do some relationship headcanons for Rufus Firefly? Barely anyone writes for him
RUFUS FIREFLY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
Author’s Note: You don’t have to ask me twice because I love Rufus Firefly. I want that man.
Warnings/tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, some slightly suggestive headcanons but it’s 99% sfw
Word count: 1k
• Rufus is a lot more reserved than the rest of his family. He’s quiet and one of the more gentle members of the Firefly family (Using the term “gentle” very loosely. He is a Firefly, after all.)
• I don’t think relationships are often on his mind. His priorities are elsewhere. That was the case until you came along.
• He’s a lot shyer than some people think. He fell in love with you fast and hard. Something he never intended on doing.
• But confessing his feelings wasn’t something he really knew how to do. It’s hard for him, in the beginning, to just come right out and say, “I love you”. Don’t expect to hear it early on.
• So instead of confessing his feelings, he just lets you be near him more. Letting you ride in his truck, sit beside him on the couch, and even letting you in his room.
• It may not seem like a big gesture but to someone so reserved, it was his quiet way of letting you know that he trusts you.
• You didn’t notice immediately but Baby did, loudly proclaiming that her brother had a crush on you. And once you realized she was right, finally catching on to RJ’s feelings, Baby would relentlessly tease him about it.
• His love confession comes in the form of a kiss, leaning in late one night as the two of you sat on the tailgate of his truck. Not long after that, the two of you were officially a couple.
• RJ isn’t a man of many words. He enjoys talking to you but he much prefers to just sit and listen. Listening to you talk is actually one of his favorite things to do. It relaxes him in a way. He could listen to you talk for hours and never get bored.
• He can get surprisingly needy and touchy. He just can’t keep his hands to himself. I guess you could say that physical touch is definitely something he craves. He didn’t really know that about himself until he met you. He’s never really dated anyone before so this is new territory for him (and he loves it but won’t openly admit it)
• He’s constantly pulling you closer to him, encasing you in his arms. He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head. Constantly has his calloused hand on your thighs whenever you’re sitting close to him. He’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder sometimes and pull you into his chest, holding you close. Loves it when you’re cuddled up against him. And don’t get me started on what it’s like sharing a bed with him. This man quite literally sleeps better when you’re latched onto him, whether it be laying on top of him or wrapped around his side with your head on his chest. He’ll pull your leg up to his waist and just hold it there as he sleeps. Sometimes (and by sometimes I mean very rarely) he’ll lay on your chest, resting his head against you as you run your fingers through his hair.
• Not too big on PDA, most of this is done when the two of you are alone. But sometimes he’ll kiss you or hold your hand in public.
• He likes kissing your forehead and your neck. Sometimes you’ll swat him away playfully because he just can’t keep his mouth off of you. He’d give you 1000 hickies if you’d let him.
• All that being said, he’s very good at respecting your boundaries (unlike his siblings who too often don’t give you enough space). If you need time by yourself he understands more than most of the household. Living with the Firefly family is not for the faint of heart and he knows that.
• Speaking of boundaries, he gets a bit possessive over you around Otis. Otis sometimes can’t keep his mouth shut especially if he sees the two of you even remotely close to each other. He’ll blurt out obscenities and innuendos about the two of you, but usually just you. Most of the time all it takes is a look from RJ to get Otis to shut up. And Otis usually will stop. But if he won’t a growled threat or two gets Otis to back off. RJ is bigger than his half-brother in every single way and could hospitalize (or kill) Otis with barely any effort. Otis rather not take any chances. He’ll still tease both of you but the vulgarity might become less prevalent.
• He doesn’t consider himself a jealous person but sometimes he’s proven wrong. Sometimes the clerk at the local liquor store might become too forward towards you. A part of him wants to hit the man with a beer bottle right there. But he doesn’t do anything to the man (at least not yet). Instead, he’ll pull you by your waist, leading you away. The small gesture makes it clear that you’re off limits.
• Since RJ isn’t that talkative, he shows his love in more unspoken ways. Whether it be helping you with chores, bringing you your favorite snacks from the store, or making sure your car is always in perfect working condition. He likes being there for you and doing things for you. He’s much better at showing his love instead of outright saying he loves you.
• However, depending on how long you’ve been he will absolutely tell you how much he loves you. He doesn’t say it often but just know that when he says it, he means it.
• He’ll have his head in the crook of your neck and whisper, “I love you”. His voice is deep but soft. He’ll hold you close and kiss you, so thankful that he found you (or that you found him).
So I had this written out yesterday, but my Internet was so slow that it didn't post. Luckily I had saved it in my drafts😅
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Warnings: SMUT (obv), alcohol, cigarettes, foul language, use of terms like: cunt, pussy, tits, etc. And the use of she/they pronouns.
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Everyone in the firefly family had their thing.
Otis had his weird-ass art.
Mama flirted with any man she saw.
Baby had her... Well... Baby's just Baby.
But RJ? RJ worked on cars. That was his thing and he loved it. Being alone, drinking beer, and tinkering with the cars the family had stolen from their victims over the years. It was his little piece of heaven...
And it only got better when Y/N joined the family. Instead of finding her own thing like Baby and Mama, she opted to stick with RJ. It wasn't that she liked fixing cars, she just liked that RJ was the least insane of the family. In fact he was probably the most normal person in the house... If you looked past the quiet nature and the fact that he was nearly 7 foot tall.
RJ actually came to enjoy having her around. At first he tried to teach her the different parts of a car, how to check the fluids, and how to repair minor things. However, as time went on they just kind of did their own things. RJ would drink his beer and work on cars while Y/N would sip her beer and just sit there watching him.
And goddamn was it hot to watch.
RJ tended to work in either a tank top or a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off, either shirt showed off his muscles perfectly.
On one particularly hot day Rufus wasn't wearing a shirt at all, instead using it for a sweat rag while he worked on his tow truck. Y/N was sat on the hood of another car in a tank top and really short denim shorts (courtesy of Baby and a pair of scissors.)
She was drinking water instead of beer this time since it was so goddamn hot out. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Rufus calling her name.
"Y/N, come gimme a hand."
She nodded and hopped off the car she'd been sitting on and walked over. He pointed at something and grumbled out a "Hold that for me." Which she obliged, immediately moving to hold the thing in place.
Rufus moved to finish working on what he'd been working on, but now he was pressed directly up against her back. She could feel his hips pressed up against the small of her back- Wait... Is he hard?!
He had his boner pressed against her back... Did he think she couldn't feel it? Or maybe he wanted her to feel it? The specifics didn't matter. What mattered was she felt his hard on pressed against her back and just the thought was sending a bolt of heat right to her core.
When she shifted a little to get a better grip on what she was holding she may have accidentally moved against him a bit too much because his hands went still, his muscles tensed up, and his breathing got shaky.
"Stay put. Can't work when ya movin'..."
His voice was gruffer than usual...
"Ain't my fault you get off on fixin' cars." Y/N shot back.
That took Rufus off guard.
"What the fuck did you say?" He asked, almost as if he wasn't sure if you'd actually said that or he'd just hallucinated it.
"You heard me..." Y/N mumbled, suddenly realizing what she'd said.
Before she knew what was happening he'd pulled her away from the truck and slammed the hood closed before picking her up and sitting her on the now closed hood in one swift motion. He looked at her looking a little concerned but mostly in disbelief.
"You think I get off of fixin' cars?"
"Well if ya don't then why do you have w full fuckin' boner while you're workin'?" Y/N asked bluntly, taking Rufus off guard. He quickly recovered and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're right, I definitely get off on workin' on cars, I get a raging boner every time I see an engine block. It definitely ain't 'cause there's a damn beautiful girl sittin' on the hood of one of my cars watchin' me work like I'm a cheap stripper in a shitty strip club." Re responded, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Aw, RJ... You think I'm pretty?" Y/N teased with a playful grin which made Rufus chuckle. "Not just pretty, Darlin'... Goddamn beautiful like a damn goddess."
Y/N's cheeks flushed pink as she tried to brush him off. "You're just sayin' that cuz you're tryin' to make me feel good."
Rufus chuckled softly and moved so he was standing between her legs. "That what you think, huh? That I'm just tryin' to give ya an ego? We'll, Darlin', I don't say things like that when they ain't true."
Y/N felt the heat in her core intensify. She wondered if using some of Baby's advice would work in this situation, so she decided to try. She looked at him through half lidded eyes and began to flirt like Baby does. "So that Hard on is for me, huh? All 'cause I'm watchin' you work?"
She could visibly see RJ shudder when those words left her mouth. "Darlin'... It ain't nice to play with a man's heart like that..." He mumbled, his voice strained.
"Who said I was playin'? Maybe I find you just as handsome as you find me pretty?" She purred, running a hand up his bare chest.
That was it. That did him in.
He pulled her into a kiss. It started gentle, but quickly became heated when she tangled her fingers in his hair.
It all happened in a blur. One second they were making out, the next he had her laid back in the hood of his tow truck, with her shorts and panties stuffed into his back pocket. He wasted no time burying his face between her legs, lapping at her already dripping cunt like a thirsty dog. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding them open so he could continue assaulting her clit with his tongue. She was already squirming under him, his tongue already driving her towards an orgasm. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as she moaned, unable to get a word out.
He picked up the pace, changing tactics every so often, but still focusing on her clit. His efforts paid off, bringing her to a shaking orgasm as a moan of sheer bliss escaped her. He lapped up her juices while mumbling out rough praises, his hands gently rubbing her thighs.
He gave her a minute to come down from the high before he kissed her again. "Fuck you taste so fuckin' sweet..." He grumbled in between kisses.
"Do you want me to return the favor?" She asked with a smile, her cheeks now flushed a darker shade of pink.
He just shook his head in response. "Not today, Darlin'."
So they went back to making out and while they kissed, she slid her hands down his chest and stomach towards his belt. She struggled a bit with the belt, but with a little help from Rufus the belt and his pants were undone, allowing him to slide his pants and boxers down. His pants went down first, then his boxers... As his boxers slid down his cock sprang free.
She went to start stroking him while they kissed, but was met with quite the surprise.
He was fucking huge.
It was average length, but Christ was it thick!
He let out a low moan as she started slowly stroking him. "Darlin'... You sure you want this?" He asked, clearly worried that she was just doing this for him.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure... I wanna feel you."
That seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He moved her to the edge of the hood and lined himself up at her entrance.
He slowly started to push in, taking his time so she could adjust. His cock was already stretching her out and he wasn't even half way in yet, but fuck it felt so good. She let out small moans as he inched in deeper.
"Relax, Darlin'." She grumbled softly as he peppered little kisses across her face. "Just breathe."
Once he was all the way in he stayed still, waiting for her to tell him when it was okay to move. He gently rubbed her thighs and hips while he waited for her to adjust to his size.
After a minute of adjusting she gave him the okay to move. He started out with slowly pulling all the way out, then slowly pushing all the way back in. He did this a few times before actually starting to thrust into her at a slow even pace.
With a little encouragement she got him to pick up the pace. This faster pace sent more waves of pleasure through her, eliciting more moans.
Those moans only served as more encouragement for Rufus, his pace picking up more as he shifted his angle a bit. That little shift angled him perfectly to hit her G-spot with every hard thrust, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck! Rufus! Oh god, right there!" She moaned as she tried desperately to keep it together for a bit longer, but his dick felt too damn good. "Yes! God, Yes! Fuck, Rufus! Fuck me harder! YES!" A few more rough hits to her G-spot and she'd reached another orgasm, her eyes rolling back, her legs trembling, her mind going blank. The only noises that came from her were moans of overstimulation.
Her orgasm was enough to send him into overdrive, her walls tightening around his cock felt like heaven. He started letting out his own gruff, growl like moans as he desperately pounded into her tight cunt, his fingers digging into her hips. "Haaah... Fuck... You feel so... Fuckin' good, Darlin'..."
His thrusts started to get sloppy and more desperate as he got closer and closer to finishing. "Nnngh... I'm close, Darlin'... So... Fuckin'..." But he couldn't finish before a deep, gutteral moan rumbled from his chest as he pulled her all the way down to the base of his cock. "Fuuuuck... Good girl..."
She felt a warm sensation filling her core, but she didn't care.
After a while he pulled out, still panting heavily. "You alright, Darlin'?" He asked, now worried he might've been too rough.
Y/N stood up, her legs still shaking, and turned to face him with a soft, reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
Rufus smiled and kissed the top of her head before handing her back her shorts and panties. "Might wanna put em back on, wouldn't want Otis to see ya like that."
From that point on she was his, no one ever talked about it, but everyone understood.
End.
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Shiiiiit I know it was long, but it's been a while since I've written anything. I hope you like it!
of course!! so so sorry for the very long wait! lots of things happened and my requests kinda got thrown of the backboard 😭 these are short but i hope you enjoy!
RJ Firefly x Bipolar reader
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I feel like RJ would definitely be used to a lot of different mood changes already because of the house he lives in, so when he meets you, it’s nothing new. He’s less frightened, judgmental or overwhelmed by your episodes than most because of this.
He isn’t really sure how to handle it though. He’s seen it before, yes, but it usually really isn’t his issue to deal with. He will try his best though! Listening to whatever things you have to say, hurtful or not.
He doesn’t really speak much, let alone have a good way of words, so don’t really expect him to be too comforting in that aspect.
RJ knows not to take what you say to heart. He knows most of the time you don’t mean it, especially when you apologize after the episode passes.
If you do take medication for it, I feel like he wouldn’t push for you to take it. I don’t think he’d care either way. He loves when you be yourself, but if you feel like you need to be medicated, I don't think he’d try to stop you.
He quickly learns what you need during certain episodes or moods. Need him to sit beside you or maybe hold you? He’s there. Need space? He’s already out in the garage far away. Need an ear to talk off? He’s all open.
RJ offers a firm but grounding presence without needing to talk.
He may not be the best at comfort, but he tries in his own ways.
