Not Just You And Me |

not just you and me | 🔞

cw: fem bodied reader | threesomes galore | oral (m receiving, f receiving) | overstimulation | fingering | squirting | double penetration (two pps in one hole for gun and goo's part)| spit roasting | i use she/her pronouns like twice eek | all characters featured are 18+ wc: each throuple is ~800 words each. 2.4k total

just straight up filth. proceed with caution and don't say i didn't warn you.

──★ ˙ ̟JAKE AND SAMUEL

The one sided competition between Samuel and Jake was no secret. It was one of the things that Samuel had a hard time hiding. So, naturally, you can’t help but push his buttons and wonder aloud if Jake was better than him in the bedroom. The latter had never paid any mind to the imaginary feud between them but once the teasing words leave your mouth, he’s intrigued.

Not because he has anything to prove, but solely due to the fact Jake has been waiting for you to give him a chance. Jake had already heard from Samuel about the few drunk slip ups where he got lucky, and ever since then Jake had been waiting for his turn. Even if he had to share you with Samuel this time, it would have to suffice for the time being. 

Your legs are spread, with Jake settled between them; your back in an impossible arch as he holds your hips firmly, pulling you onto his mouth. The first time you cum on his tongue, all you can think about is how quick it happens. The second time he makes you orgasm, you start to feel a little bit dizzy—by the third one, you’re delirious and can barely focus on using your own mouth to suck off Samuel.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” He chuckles bitterly, stroking your hair as he looks down at your trembling body that was still being pleased with Jake’s lips and tongue, but this time with the addition of his long fingers. So selfishly lost in your own bliss, you can’t even formulate a response to Samuel as your moans pour freely from your mouth when you pull away from Samuel once again, your hand quickly jerking off his slick cock; coated in the most obscene amount of your saliva.

“Fuuck—” You gasp out, feeling the pad of Jake’s thumb circling your clit while he eases his fingers into you. Samuel watches—totally just to see the way your body responds, not because he wants to see Jake’s methodology for getting you so delirious— an amused smirk tugs at his lips seeing how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re pathetically writhing against the sheets, rolling your hips against Jake’s fingers as they press into your sweet spot; deliberately pushing yourself to overstimulation because there was just something about Jake’s tender touch that had you fiending for more. 

Samuel lets you have the pleasure of cumming on Jake’s fingers one more time before he’s moving around; the latter looking just as confused as you but still following Samuel’s lead anyway. The two of them exchange a couple hushed words between each other while you lay lithe against the bed. So fucked out and your throat sore from a combination of moaning so much and having Samuel ramming into your esophagus, you can’t find it in you to make any sort of noise of surprise when Jake suddenly lifts you up off the bed. Biceps flexing as he hooks his arms under your knees, you immediately cling on to him for support, your eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“Just focus on me.” Jake tells you gently, leaning to capture your lips in a languid lip lock that has your body going slack in his hold. For a split second, you feel his hard length grazing your inner thigh right before it slips right into the sopping wet hole he just stretched out with his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, your once slack limbs are tensing up as you hold on to him tighter. With Jake kissing you so heatedly and the slick warmth of your walls wrapped around his cock, your senses are too overwhelmed to even think about what’s happening behind you.

You don’t hear the plastic lid of the lube bottle flip open. You don’t hear the loud squelch of the bottle being squeezed as Samuel smears the viscous liquid all over his fingers. And you barely even notice him easing his now lubed up fingers into the puckered rim of your ass. Jake had managed to get you so wet, your arousal seeped out of your pussy and thoroughly coated your other hole. 

As much as the little green monster of jealous whispers nasty thoughts into Samuel’s ear, he does a good job ignoring it. The fact that Jake was getting his sloppy seconds coupled along with the fact you were finally letting him have your other hole was enough to keep his ego comfortably inflated. Taking his spot behind you with his chest pressed up against your back, Samuel retracts his fingers from your ass only to slip his cock inside; a rush of pride coursing through him when you break your kiss with Jake to toss your head back with a breathy moan when he breaches the extremely tight opening. 

The feeling of your ass being stretched open by Samuel’s fat cock should have hurt. Even through your lust riddled mind, you knew that. But when he’s fully embedded inside the cavity, all you feel is a slight discomfort from being filled with not one but two very impressive dicks. Your cheeks flush as you realize that the only way this was able to be a pleasant experience was because of how wet you were.

Now, all that was left for you to figure out was if it was the flair of sensuality Jake approached you with or if it was Samuel’s rough hands that knew exactly how to work your body that had gotten you the most excited. Perhaps you would need a couple more sessions to come to a decisive conclusion.

──★ ˙ ̟GUN AND GOO

At the hands of two sadists with very different attitudes yet share the commonality of finding pleasure in the sight of you totally wrecked beneath them, you should have expected this. 

“Do you really think both of us will fit in here?” Gun asks, his hands spreading apart the globes of your ass to get a better look at your sopping pussy that was greedily slurping up his length with every thrust. Your hole was stretched out around his cock like an elastic band; gripping him tightly and looking like it would snap if anything else tried to overextend it.

“I don’t see why not, she seems nice and tenderized.” Goo responds cheekily as he looks down at your body, on all fours while he occupies your mouth and his raven haired counterpart is rutting into you from behind. “Have you been keeping track of how many times you’ve came already?” He directs his question to you as he momentarily slips his length out of your mouth and awaits your answer.

“Lost count after the fourth time.” You murmur shyly, avoiding Goo’s gaze; already knowing he was gonna make fun of you for it. 

“See? Already so cockdrunk she couldn’t get past the number four! I say we do it.” He laughs, speaking to Gun as if you weren’t even there before slapping the head of his cock against your lips and encouraging you to take him back inside your warm cavern. Swollen lips glossed over with drool encase his length once again, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off; moans rumbling in your throat from the way Gun was simultaneously ramming into you from behind. Mind fogged over, you don’t know how much longer things continue on like this until you feel your walls squeeze around the cock inside you, 

From behind you can hear Gun scoff in amusement before he slips out of you and Goo follows suit, leaving you feeling empty. The emptiness was short lived—much to the contradictory feelings of relief and dismay that muddle your brain. With a bit of repositioning, you find yourself on Gun’s lap, his dick deep in your guts once more as you look down at him with a dazed expression and still trying to make sense of what was happening. He slowly bucks into you as if he was trying to test the waters before you feel another set of hands on your torso, realizing that Goo was now behind you. For someone who didn’t have a serious bone in his body, you didn’t think he would follow through with the dirty idea he suggested to his comrade. 

Gun feels your body tense up the moment Goo taps the head of his cock against your butt and sighs softly, his hands going to cup your cheeks and force you to focus on his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Relax or it’s gonna hurt.” He tells you. It’s meant to be comforting but you perceive an underlying sense of threat. It was hard to tell whether you imagined it or not because you knew both of them definitely got off to you crying. But either way, you still try your hardest to release the tension in your body. 

Slick with lube, Goo’s slippery cock squeezes in against Gun who was already comfortably nestled within you. The fit is tighter than usual and has both of them groaning, fighting the urge to start moving within you immediately. However they weren’t that mean.  They give you as much time as you need to adjust to being totally stuffed like this.  

Once you give them the green light, Gun and Goo move in tandem, the timing of their thrusts perfectly synced with each other as they stuff your pussy with both of their cocks. With both of them inside you at the same time, sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed within your walls are being stimulated at once make the experience more pleasurable than you could have imagined. You’re making a mess on both of them as you lascivious sounds pour from your pretty lips. 

Though Goo isn’t able to see the dumb smile of pure bliss plastered on your face as you’re getting wrecked, he’s convinced that he has the best spot. From the way your ass bounces every time he snaps into you, how your pussy leaves a sticky trail of your juices on him and the way your hole can barely contain the two cocks filling you.

This was truly one of the best ideas he’s had in a while; and Gun would agree.

──★ ˙ ̟WARREN AND ELI

“Why are you using those fingers?” Eli asks critically, his brows furrowing and the hand stroking his length losing speed as he watched Warren ease his middle and index fingers into your pussy. 

“What?” The latter responds, attention currently being held by the way your walls eagerly sucked in the digits; a small purr of content falling from you when he starts to leisurely thrust them in and out of you. Eli sighs softly and moves to kneel between your legs beside Warren, grabbing his wrist before rather aggressively yanking his fingers out. Eli is quick to fill you back up with his own fingers— using the middle and ring— then curling them inside you, immediately pressing into your g-spot and causing a drawn out moan to pour from you. 

“If you do it like this— ” Eli instructs, thrusting his fingers into you with precise yet strong movements that make your thighs quiver and your moans come more frequently and more shrill. Warren watches each flick of Eli’s expert wrist, making mental notes of how easily you become a wreck beneath him but it doesn’t deter him from wrapping his hand around his needy length; idly pumping it as he listens to the wet slapping noises created by Eli’s palm smacking against your sticky snatch. 

“— She cums just like that.” Eli finishes as your back arches off the bed while the most debauched sound of pleasure leaves you. He pulls away from you just as suddenly as he approaches you and once again, Warren is placed in charge of making you cum. 

Utilizing what was just demonstrated before him, Warren dips his fingers back into your still sensitive hole and causes a small mewl to fall from your swollen lips. He repeats the same exact motions Eli had just shown and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm impossibly quick. What catches you by surprise is when Warren places his free hand on your tummy right below your navel, pressing down firmly as his fingers jackhammer in and out of your cunt. A series of whines and squeals escape you as you thrash about but Warren does a good job of keeping you in place until a clear stream of fluid is avulsed from your loins as you squirt all over his fingers; your wetness dripping down his forearms.  

You’re trembling and gasping after the intense finish, your vision blurred by the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“Have you done that?” Warren asks Eli with a smug grin, slowly withdrawing his fingers from you.

“With my fingers? No. With my dick? Plenty of times. Let’s see if you can do the same.” The latter chuckles with a loose shrug, settling beside you and guiding your hand to his cock. Slick with a combination of his spit, your spit, and probably some precum, you waste no time stroking Eli as you try to even out your breathing from the back to back orgasms you were gifted with. 

While you’re busy with that, Warren grabs you by the hips, lifting you up slightly so your butt is flush with his thighs before easing his length into you. The stretch makes you whimper, but your pace doesn’t falter as you continue to pump Eli in your hand. Not too long after, Warren is snapping his hips into yours; each one of your moans fueling him to venture deeper and faster into you. His thick cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could and it has tears of pure elation streaking your face. Throbbing inside of your gushing walls, Warren’s head falls back with a low moan while his fingertips surely leave behind bruises on your hips. The sight of you so selfishly lost in your own euphoria has Eli pulsing in your palm, more of his precum spilling from his tip and allowing you to stroke him faster. But even as the both of you were aware of your impending climaxes looming on the horizon, the look of dark lust clouding Eli’s usually gentle eyes let you know that he was going to get his turn with you very soon.

an: oh my god???

Otis Driftwood x reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa

Title: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa

Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x fem reader

Summary: You're enamoured by him, by the kind white-haired stranger who's making you a mug of hot cocao in the kitchen after you had car trouble. And Otis is more than flattered, as he takes full advantage of your sweetness. However, he has some surprises for you - and at the end of the night you're entirely and irrevocably his.

Warnings: Mild blood and gore. Mild smut. Enthousiastic consent to dub-con/non-con, reader is still into it.

Wordcount: 2925

This is inspired by conversations with @immortal-velociraptor, who endlessly encourages and inspires me - and a million daydreams later, I finally wrote this down. I hope you're able to enjoy this fic as much as I do <3. Feedback and reblogs make me so happy, thank you for reading!

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“Ain’t you a sweet thing?” Otis said, drawing the words out with his southern twang as his hand curled around the back of my neck. He was rough in all the ways I liked, and beautiful in the dim lighting of the kitchen. A smug grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he caught the breathy gasp as he pressed his fingers into my scalp, pulling me in closer. It was unbelievable; a man this beautiful, this well-spoken, to be into me… Our lips met, he was even rougher than I expected, teeth clashing until we found a rhythm.

“And you’re even honest, huh?” he mumbled, pulling my head back by the hair, to look at me with blown pupils. A finger from his free hand touched my face, as I clung on to his shoulders for balance. Tracing my nose, then from acne scar to acne scar.

“Why would I not be?” I asked, still breathless from the kiss. He chuckled as an answer and pressed me close to him once more. Devoured me as if I was the whipped cream on those mugs of hot cocoa sitting forgotten on the table, and he was determined not to let the cream melt.

Even though he wasn’t taller than me by terribly much, the way I arched up to him made me ache with that primal sense of belonging. Of belonging to him. Something that made me so needy it disgusted it me with shame – yet I could kiss him for hours. Even as he tasted of cigarettes and he kissed rough. Even as teeth no longer clashed, he consumed me. Nipping at my lips, his scruff scratching my skin, and the fingers that dug into the back of my neck pulling me ever closer to him. Two open mouths.

He pulled me back for a breather again, just to look at me; all out of balance, all out of breath. Of course he was just some stranger who wanted to be ‘repaid’ for helping a traveller out with car trouble – but he’d been so kind. Was I naïve? Undoubtedly. But was I not allowed to? To, for once in my life, be a bit of a hedonist?

Letting a strand of his hair coil around my finger, before tugging gently, I said: “You taste good.”

“Yeah? You want more of me? Ach, look at you, can’t get enough of ol’ Otis, hmm?”

I chuckled, but it was true. Perhaps feeling too romantic, as I answered him. “Could do this for hours.”

He let his voice drop lower in tone, pressing his lips against my temple, breathing in deep, “Let’s go upstairs then. No one to disturb us there.”

His room, dark and no doubt messy, but mostly dark. It smelled of him, of man and copper and vaguely of the way his clothes smelled like cigarettes. Once the door clicked shut, he had me pressed against the pleasantly cool wood and his lips on mine.

“God, can barely wait,” he breathed, as he nipped my lip. To avoid the sharpest of the tug, I moved my head towards him, but he pushed me back with a hand around my throat. I hissed at the sting. “Am I too rough for ya, sweetheart? You’d rather I be gentler?”

He wasn’t looking for an answer, and kissed me instead, nudging his knee in between mine. My body, instinctively, sought friction against it, and he pressed himself so far into me that it was almost uncomfortable. He was only encouraged by my increasingly rough tugging at his hair. His breathing grew heavier, and I whined as my hips bucked into him. Didn’t have to see him to feel him smile into the kiss, pleased with what he did to me with such ease. Growing bored with my bottom lip, he moved on to my ear, hot breath heating me, teeth scraping my neck. This passion, this intensity was unlike anything I experienced before. He wasn’t afraid to hurt me, knowing he made me feel much, much better. And because of that, it freed me to do the same. To let go, no holding back. To tug at him, to bite, to draw a little blood. To devour. To forget myself and to lose my day-time version of myself.

Whenever I pulled away, his beautiful, strange eyes stared back at me, crinkling at the corners with crow’s feet, and him smiling like that was all the reassurance I needed. He was enjoying this – enjoying me. His intensity resembled impatience and that realisation sent shocks of need to my lower belly.

Halting our kiss, I greedily sucked in air.

“You notice anything strange, sweet thing? About all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

At that he grinned; the grin of a cruel animal, knowing it’s closing in on its prey. “No, it’s fine. But you may be a little more careful next time, before entering someone’s room just like that. Did you pay any attention to your surroundings at all?”

Frowning, I shook my head in confusion, still looking up at him, the glint of his amber eyes mesmerising in the dim moonlight from the window.

He chuckled aloud now, shaking his head at me. “No, you didn’t. You only got eyes for me. How adorable.”

I thought that was that, and reached up to pull him to me, to taste him again. He tsk’ed at me and pulled away.

“Even with a warning like that- sweet, naïve thing.” His tone worried me, it was more than just that bad boy type danger, more than just cigarettes and whiskey and an old truck and grease and dirt under the nails. Pressing his lips to my forehead, he whispered; “why don’t you look around?” and flipped the light switch.

And looking around him halted the breath in my lungs. Blood. Gore. A person on the floor, spilling blood that hadn’t even dried yet on the wooden floorboards. Another, on the bed, half of him on the floor, dead eyed stare to some place next to me.

He chuckled as I stiffened against him. Unable to speak, a scream never came.

“Shh, shh,” he said, pressing me close enough that it became harder and more awkward to find enough of a grip on him to push him away. “You’re a smart girl, and all I want of you now, is that you’re just as sweet as you were a minute ago. Can you do that?”

When I didn’t answer, he gripped me by the throat, slamming me against the door, painfully so. His eyes were wild.

“What’s the matter, don’t like me anymore?” he mocked.

Before I properly shook my head, he tightened his grip so severely, I knew I stood no chance.

“Alright,” he said, loosening his grip, enjoying my harboured breathing and pleading look, “I’ll tell you a secret.” His finger tapped my cheek. “I like you, and as of right now, I have no plans to hurt you. But I like you sweet and moaning, so you better show me sweet. And if there is no sweet, it’ll be sour. Got it?”

I nodded, still barely catching my breath. With great relief, he moved his hand away from my neck, and held both of mine with his, intertwining our fingers.

“I’m not a patient man,” he warned.  

Knowing Otis meant his warnings, I leaned up and pecked him on the lips. This is unreal. My body shook with what it had seen. Yet nothing hurts. Not me.

“Is that all you got? I think you were a lot nicer just a moment ago.”

Closing my eyes and trying my damnest to ban the images from my mind, I kissed him again. Self-preservation. Relaxing my lips, my body, leaning into him. He moved my hands to his shoulders and I held on to him. This time, he held back – a test. Almost no response from him as I leaned into him. In comparison to before, it was like kissing a wall. When at last he parted his lips and let me nip at him, pull him down to me, and it felt like I won him over. And the reward was a dreamy kiss – so good I wish my first ever kiss were anything like this. The softness contrasting to the violence of him. Even without the teeth, without his stinging edge, kissing him was all sparks and heat. I was gasping for air again, and as I pulled away for a breather, he livened up again, forcing his tongue between my lips, not allowing me to pull away. The knee dug in between my thighs to reawaken what warmth had been there shortly before – had me whining softly.

“That’s more like it. Knew you were a good girl.”

Hand at the back of my neck angled my face so he could kiss me deeper, no longer holding back, harsh breaths, noses bumping, his taste no longer as noticeable as it was now our taste. He made me dizzy. To breathe properly, I moved to his neck, pulling his hair so he’d let me. His skin was salty with sweat, his hair soft against my cheek. As I let him feel my teeth, to test it out, I was glad to find he didn’t hold back with his moan either, and let his head fall to the side. So I did it again, harsher. His grip on my hair tightened and I sucked on the skin.

“Oh, you’ve got some teeth on ya.” That pleased him. Everything sounded filthy as he said it. But that was all the freedom I was allowed and he dived back to kiss me, his hands rubbing my hips and sides, warming me. I snaked mine under his thin t-shirt. I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded my ass, grinding me onto his thigh.

“How d’you feel? I make you feel good?”

Shy, but pulled from my thoughts and into my body as he tugged at my lip – letting me know he expected an answer this time. With rough fingers, he pressed my face to the side and gestured at the corpse behind him.

“I wanna hear it, or you’re not gonna like me much anymore.”

Delirious from it all, I gasped. “It feels good, god, you feel good.”

“How ‘bout we take it to someplace more comfortable, hmm? Won’t you help out a little?”

And he pushed me to the bed, pointing towards it. The corpse still there, one leg slumped down on the floor, in a pool of blood. Another test.

“What-“

“Help him out, won’t you? Just give ‘im a little tug and he’ll fall right off. Or would you rather join the other one on the floor?”

My gaze flickered over to that one, considerably more mangled, mouth open in a last scream and I winced. Slowly, I shook my head, looking back up at Otis. Not breaking eye contact, taking it as a comfort that I was still unhurt – yet unsafe – and looking at him helped. At least so I could see whether my actions pleased him. That thought almost sent me into a panicked spiral, but the first contact with the victim’s bare arm shook me out of it and into the reality of this grim room. A strong tug, only looking at the body when it was hit the floor, then straight back up to Otis. I dropped the arm I was holding and it landed with a wet smack. Gross.

Satisfied, he enveloped me within seconds, devouring me until the world was spinning. With the softness of a mattress at my back, it was truly the world that turned upside down; he toppled me over without breaking the kiss. As my hands clawed at his shoulders again, digging into his bare skin, he leaned back to consider me as I laid down under him. Part of me felt disgusted with it, with the fact that the bed was covered in blood, even with Otis, as he smugly grinned down at me, enjoying my discomfort. But there was something indescribable in his eyes too, something ferociously, frighteningly adoring – and I revelled in it. Wrapped that feeling around me like a shawl – of being desired. 

“Think we could do with fewer clothes.” And he took my hand and pressed it to the hem of his shirt. Wants me to undress him. I leaned up and took a deep breath. As he finished up and put the shirt by the end of the bed (avoiding stains), I unbuttoned my blouse – unable to hide my eagerness. When I put it near where he put his, his hands prevented me from undressing further, pressing me into the mattress.

“You look good enough to eat,” Otis said, voice low like a growl, and nipped at my lip. His hands wandering, tugging at straps, at waistbands of tights and skirt, kneading breasts through padding. Not long after it was all gone. Discarded somewhere.

Otis stared at me, appreciatively, and took his time handling me; legs wide, then pulled me by the knees flush to him, erection heavy on my stomach. I reached up to kiss him, trying to prolong this phase out of nervousness. Avoided looking below his chest, but the feel of it was intimidating enough.

“Feelin’ shy?” he teased, leaning on his elbows, hand around my throat, angling our faces better. I mimicked him and wrapped mine around his neck, at which he chuckled. “Ain’t got nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart.”

Was it that obvious? I dug my nails in his upper arms. He hissed, then laughed softly, pressing kisses on my forehead, cheeks, nose. Melting into him, I allowed him to position me as he wanted, mess around with my legs, letting his cock rest on my labia, a taste of what was to come.

“I’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry,” he was smiling through his reassurances, almost mocking me. Feeling warmed by his kisses and the possessive way his hands roamed my body, from throat to chest to belly, letting his fingers trail down to my clit as my hips bucked into him. Whiny noises turned to moans as he moved a finger in between my labia and pressed inside.

“You want me? You want me to fuck you good?” He was out of breath himself.

I nodded, dizzy as he devoured me, sloppy and wet. Open mouth on my neck, making me shiver as he nipped at the pulse points. Otis’ finger curled inside, and I almost screeched. How was everything he did this intense? Reeling from that one finger, he established something of a rough rhythm that hit just perfect each time.

“No, no, no, please,” I clamped my fingers around his wrist.

“What’s that? Can’t take it?”

I shook my head, pleading him with my eyes as he certainly didn’t slow down and left me dizzy and throwing my head back into the pillow.

“I thought you’d do better. After all, it was you who wanted this. Said you liked me so very much.” But his hand didn’t stop, only curled in so deep that it hurt and I screamed.

“Otis, please-”

He pulled his hand back – a relief but a loss – and pet my head, kissing me unexpectedly softly. “Shh, shh.”

Tears ran down to my ears, and I wiped them away.

“Please,” I whispered, looking up at him through wet lashes.

His wicked smile didn’t reassure me in the slightest. “You look so sweet right now. But god, I’m impatient.”

I pressed my eyes closed and another tear made its way down and into my hair. Smothering it by turning my head to the side only served to put me face to face with the cut up corpse in the middle of the floor. Otis kissed my neck, right by the collarbone, hair tickling. The realisation that I didn’t have that much of a choice in this was startling. As much as I wanted him, will I even survive to the morning? Perhaps this is how each of those people ended up here, enamoured by Otis, the white haired beautiful man, who was so smart, and so nice, and such a good kisser. And now they’re dead on the floor of his room.

As if he read my thoughts, he said: “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

My body flinched as he positioned himself at my entrance, pushing my labia aside. He pressed my hand to his cock, and I gripped it tight, to which it pulsed and twitched. Otis groaned, leaning down to capture my lips again.

“What’s your last name?” he asked, and despite confusion, I told him.

“Why do you care?”

He laughed, a beautiful yet mean laugh. His thumb pat my clitoris, rubbing it. Then he pressed in, slow, hissing an exhale. He let himself fall to one elbow, kissing me as he slowly but thoroughly bottomed out. It stretched me, and I whined with each new tug of sensation, perfect, perfect, so full and so perfectly his. The world spun, but it was just him, just the feel of him that was the world.

After settling in fully, enjoying my heat, taking a moment; noses bumping, hot breath on my face, breathing in his air. He moaned as he pulled back, and I did as he pushed back in.

Otis’ voice was rough as he spoke again; “You’re gonna forget that name, sweetheart. It’s Driftwood now.”  

A Love Too Dark (03)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 03: He Grabbed Her

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Chapter Summary:

Yn returned to the casino the next evening for work while she made sure to avoid the Marquis de Gramont at all costs. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message.

The next day, all Yn could think about was the Marquis and how she was going to face him in the casino that evening. She spent the day trying to distract herself by taking care of Sydney and her morning shift at the cafe, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had left her shaken and vulnerable the night before.

She found herself unable to fully focus at work at the cafe, daydreaming at times, and even made a couple of minor mistakes which was unlike her since she deemed herself a pro at being a waitress there. It even got the attention of her fellow coworkers.

"Hey," Edric approached her at the counter, concern written all over his face, "You okay?"

Yn faked a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay!"

However, exhaustion took a toll on her and her smile gradually faded right in front of Edric. She cast her head down, staring into space below her, before she shook her head gloomily, "Umm... no. I'm... a bit stressed."

Edric frowned and said, "Then take a break. I'll cover you as the cashier."

"But the boss is watching," murmured Yn as she faced the cashier, seeing that some of the customers were getting up from their tables.

The man beside her whispered, "Then just stand next to me. I will cover you."

Edric suddenly pushed her gently to the side and manned the cashier. Yn was stunned and observed him handling the customers paying their bills. She finally acquiesced and stood beside him, watching how he interacted with each customer with ease and charm, making them feel welcomed and valued.

After some time, the cafe slowed down, and Edric approached Yn - who was sitting at a table - with a warm smile and a cup of coffee.

"Here, drink this," he said gently, handing her the cup, "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up."

Yn took a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste and the warmth. She felt more relaxed already.

"Thank you," she said gratefully, looking up at Edric with a smile.

Edric smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome."

He quickly dragged a chair away from the table and sat down in front of her. He grabbed his tea and took a gulp right away, slightly fidgeting in her presence. Yn took another sip of the coffee, savoring the delectable flavor he had crafted as a barista in the cafe.

Yn sat quietly, savoring the hot drink and letting the warmth fill her. She looked up at Edric who was apparently studying her. She noticed the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his hands fumbled nervously upon being caught staring before he took a sip of tea. A thought entered her mind and she considered the possibility that Edric, as a man, could understand the Marquis and his behavior better than she could.

Taking a deep breath, Yn decided to do it. She leaned forward slightly and spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one else could overhear their conversation.

"Edric, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice low and filled with concern.

Edric nodded, his eyes focused on her, his brows furrowed in anticipation, "Sure. What is it?"

Yn hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts, before she revealed, "It's about this man, someone I work with in the evening... He... he seems fixated on me."

Edric raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Fixated? What do you mean?"

Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. He approached me and... it felt overwhelming, almost predatory. I felt trapped... like I was being hunted, and I did not want anything to do with him."

The barista's expression grew serious as he listened intently. He leaned in a little closer, his voice gentle and reassuring as he said, "Yn, it sounds like he has bad intentions. It's like he wants to assert some kind of power over you, to make you feel vulnerable. You didn't give him any sign that you are interested...?"

"No," Yn immediately shook her hand, "I did not, at all."

Edric nodded and added, "Maybe he sees it as a challenge. Some men enjoy the chase. You know, the feeling of conquering someone who is unattainable. It can be an ego boost for them when they get it."

Yn furrowed her brows, trying to process Edric's words. The idea that the Marquis might view her as a conquest didn't sit well with her. It only reinforced her decision to keep her distance and protect herself.

"And he probably thought you were playing hard to get. Playing hard to get can sometimes attract certain men," Edric continued, "They're drawn to you as you keep refusing them over and over again. Then they see it as a game."

Yn pondered his words, trying to make sense of them in the context of her own experience. She remembered how the Marquis had circled her, his intense gaze locked on her as if she was a prize to be won.

Yn's brows furrowed as she absorbed Edric's words. "But why me? I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of attention."

Edric offered a sympathetic smile. "Probably what you normally do. Perhaps he sees something in you that intrigues him, something he wants to uncover or possess. And when you don't respond back to his charms, he is intrigued. Some men, especially those with power and influence, are attracted to that. Like, imagine a man being so powerful, rich, and influential, all girls worship his feet, and then he sees one girl who is not. He will keep his eyes on her and wonders why she isn't crazy about him and his wealth. That's how you get that man's attention."

Yn pondered Edric's words, the pieces slowly falling into place. She realized that the Marquis might be one of those men, drawn to the chase and the allure of capturing someone who seemed unattainable.

"What should I do?" Yn whispered, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.

Edric took a deep breath, then leaned forward, "My advice to you... is to be cautious and protect yourself. Don't give him any reason to believe that you're interested in him. If he tries to pursue you again, make it clear that you're not interested. And if he persists, then it might be time to take it up with your supervisor or someone in a higher position."

Yn restrained herself from disclosing that the man who probably saw her as a conquest was the big boss of the casino and someone of the highest position. Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Edric."

Edric smiled, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, "You're welcome, Yn. If this guy bothers you again, tell me, okay?"

"Okay," she responded with a small smile as she found herself hoping that the Marquis would not bother her again.

As she got up to leave, Edric stood up with her and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Take care of yourself, Yn," he said before turning back to his station at the cafe.

As Yn walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in her stomach.

As the sun began to set, Yn's anxiety peaked. She knew she had to go to work, but the mere thought of facing the Marquis again made her stomach churn. However, she reminded herself of her plan – stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift.

Taking a deep breath, Yn left her apartment, boarded the bus, and walked towards the casino. The evening air was crisp and cool, and she hugged her coat tight around her frame. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.

As she entered the casino, Yn tried to put up a smile and greeted back her coworkers. She made her way to the changing room and quickly changed into her uniform, her hands shaking slightly.

Yn took a moment to compose herself, reminding herself of her plan again - stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift. Once dressed, she stepped out of the changing room and made her way to her assigned area on the casino floor.

As she walked through the bustling space, Yn couldn't help but feel the weight of the Marquis's presence in the room. She kept her head down, trying to blend into the background, and focused on her responsibilities. Every now and then, she caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, but she made a conscious effort to avoid direct interaction.

Throughout the evening, Yn found herself constantly on edge, aware of the Marquis's proximity. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her. The tension between them was palpable, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere of the casino.

Yn couldn't help but notice the Marquis's presence lingering in the periphery. She caught glimpses of him from the corner of her eye, his tall figure moving gracefully through the crowd. Each time he entered her line of sight, her fear spiked, and she could feel the tension and unease building within her.

Despite her best efforts, Yn found it increasingly difficult to hide from the Marquis. He seemed to be aware of her presence, always observing her from afar. His piercing gaze followed her as she moved about the casino floor, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

Yn diligently carried out her duties, trying to distract herself from the unnerving presence of the Marquis. She interacted with the patrons, exchanged pleasantries, and ensured their needs were met. However, no matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, the Marquis's gaze lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate.

At one point, while she was attending to a group of guests at a roulette table, Yn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head and saw the Marquis standing at a distance, watching her intently. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze and focused on her work, but the encounter left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As the night progressed, Yn couldn't escape the feeling that the Marquis was attempting to corner her, and he did not bother to hide it. He seemed to always be one step behind her, his presence lurking in her periphery. She felt his gaze on her back, his eyes burning into her, and it made her skin crawl.

As the evening wore on, Yn's anxiety grew with each passing minute. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message from Mr. Malone, the former owner of the casino.

[Mr. Malone: Where is Amelia?]

Yn was also clueless as to where her fellow colleague was. She was about to look for Emma when her phone chimed in.

[Mr. Malone: Meet me in the office now.]

Yn's heart sank as she read the message. She knew that Mr. Malone was not the type to call her into his office for a casual chat. Her mind raced with possibilities of what the managing director could say to her regarding Amelia.

With trembling hands, Yn quickly looked for Emma. Once she spotted her, Yn immediately reached her side and whispered, "Where is Amy?"

Emma seemed startled by the sudden whisper beside her. She glanced at Yn and replied in a hush, "She texted me saying she could not make it again today."

Yn nodded and walked away, leaving Emma in confusion. The former then hastily made her way to Mr. Malone's office. As she walked, she could feel the weight of the Marquis's presence behind her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling of his gaze on her back.

When she arrived at the office, Mr. Malone was already there, tapping his foot impatiently. He whipped around to face her and immediately asked in a reprimanding tone, "Yn, where is Amelia? She was absent last night and did not tell me why!"

Yn knew that she had to tread carefully with her words. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm sorry on behalf of Amelia, sir. She was sick and couldn't make it to work."

Mr. Malone's face contorted with anger. He chided, "That is unacceptable! She should have told me about her absence!"

Yn felt her heart racing, and she desperately tried to calm herself down. She knew that Mr. Malone could be unpredictable, and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a step forward and said, "I will inform her that, sir. Respectfully, she did seem sick last time and need to rest well before returning to work."

"Well, respectfully," Mr. Malone responded with a sarcastic note, "She did not seem unwell last time I saw her. She laughed and mocked the Marquis' comment about art. I simply dismissed her and have not yet scolded her for that yet and she's already sick?"

Yn's heart sank further at Mr. Malone's words. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a response that would appease Mr. Malone and save Amelia at the same time. She stuttered out a response, "I'm sorry for her, sir. I can guarantee you that Amelia is truly ill and didn't mean any disrespect towards the Marquis. I will speak with her about it and ensure it does not happen again."

Mr. Malone glared at her, his eyes narrowing. Yn could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her. She waited anxiously for his response, unsure of what he would say next.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the Marquis entered, towering over both Yn and Mr. Malone. His presence sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a deep discomfort being near him. Not to mention that it did seem like he was following her here.

The Marquis de Gramont, the new owner of the casino, stood by Yn's side with his hands inside his pocket. Mr. Malone had already risen from his seat, utterly dumbstruck to see the Frenchman barge into his office out of the blue.

The office was silent as the Marquis glanced at them both before he asked with his thick French accent, "Is there any problem?"

Yn felt her heart race as she was glued to the spot, standing beside the Marquis. His towering figure and the way he held himself with such authority sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence as if he could see right through her.

Mr. Malone stuttered slightly but quickly regained his composure. "No, no problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the absence of one of our employees."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over to Yn.

"I see," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And who is this employee?"

Yn swallowed hard as Mr. Malone answered, "Her name is Amelia. If you can recall, it's the bunny-girl who was first assigned to be your night companion on your first visit here."

The Marquis' mouth opened in understanding and realization. He obviously recognized which one she was and he pointed out, "Oh. The girl who scoffed at me?"

Yn felt her heart sink as the Marquis' words confirmed her fears. She knew that Amelia had made a grave mistake by disrespecting the Marquis and his comment on art, but she also knew that the girl was genuinely sorry for her actions.

Mr. Malone hung his head in shame and disappointment as he confirmed, "Yes, it was her, sir."

The Marquis looked at the male before him before asking, "How long has she been absent?"

"Two days," replied the managing director, "Ever since she disrespected you, sir. She was absent from work last night without prior notice or explanation, and tonight as well."

The Frenchman harrumphed, nodding his head subtly as if he was registering the issue, before speaking in a casual and indifferent tone, "Fire her."

Yn felt her heart drop as she heard the Marquis' words. She knew that if Amelia was fired, that poor girl would be devastated. She needed to come up with a way to save Amelia's job right then and there. She bit her lip as she anxiously pondered for a way to save her friend's job, her stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Amelia's pain.

She looked up at the tall Frenchman with a sad frown on her eyebrows and spoke up, "Sir, if I may, perhaps we can give her a warning instead. She has been a diligent and hardworking employee before this incident, and I believe that she deserves a second chance."

The Marquis turned his attention to Yn, his piercing gaze making her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, waiting for his response.

The Marquis stared at Yn for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips. He found her determination to save her friend's job intriguing, and a thought crossed his mind.

"A second chance…" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a fan of second chances. They are a refuge for failures."

Yn's heart sank further at his words. She knew convincing the Marquis would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Amelia's livelihood was at stake, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend losing her job over a single and tiny mistake. Now that she mulled over it, it did seem unfair.

With a frown on her face, Yn met the Marquis' gaze and replied, "Everyone makes mistakes, sir. And through them, we can truly grow and learn. I believe in giving people the opportunity to improve themselves."

The Marquis towered over Yn in close proximity, his piercing gaze fixated on her. His smirk was filled with amusement as he evaluated her determination to save Amelia's job. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her wide doe eyes and her small figure next to his tall frame, looking up at him so innocently.

"You are quite persuasive. Very well, Yn," the Marquis said, his voice low and velvety, "I will grant your request. But I expect something in return."

Yn's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the Marquis warily, her pulse pounding in her ears like an ominous drumbeat. With every beat of her heart, she knew the risk of dealing with him could have drastic repercussions, but her determination to save Amelia's job drove her forward. She steeled herself and reluctantly nodded, making a silent prayer that this was not a decision she would regret.

The Marquis, upon seeing her nod her head to him, smiled cunningly and cast a side-eye glance at Mr. Malone who was quietly watching them. The Frenchman then nodded his head to the side, towards the door. The managing director immediately understood and walked off, exiting the office and leaving Yn with the man who had been attempting to corner her the whole evening.

Yn felt a pang of fear as she realized she was alone with the Marquis. She knew that being alone with him was dangerous, but she had come too far to back out now. The plan which she had repeated to herself since the start of the evening was quickly discarded in her head. She took a deep shaky breath and asked meekly, "What would you like in return, sir?"

The Marquis stepped closer to her, reducing more distance between them, until he was leaning near her hair and could smell the fragrance of her locks. Yn squirmed under his gaze and next to his tall frame as she awaited his offer.

He suddenly whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Yn's spine, "You. You will accompany me to a private dinner tomorrow evening. Just the two of us. If the evening goes well, and you manage to satisfy me, your friend will be given a second chance."

Yn's eyes widened in shock as the Marquis' words sunk in. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, her body tense and ready to flee as she contemplated his offer. She had not expected such a request, and her mind raced with fear and confusion. She knew that accepting his offer would come at a great cost, but she could not let Amelia lose her job. Swallowing her fear, she forced a nod of her head as she tore her gaze away from the man and looked down.

"Okay..." her voice was soft and timid, evidently revealing how reluctant she was.

The Marquis smirked at her reply, his eyes flickering with amusement. Then he whispered, "Excellent."

However, despite striking a bargain with him, the Marquis did not step away from her. He still towered over her, letting his height suck away her confidence and leaving her feeling vulnerable. Yn's heart raced with terror as she felt the Marquis' warm breath on her neck. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, causing Yn to flinch at his touch.

The Marquis noticed her reaction and chuckled to himself. He knew the power he held over her and used it to his advantage. He cherished the power imbalance between them. It made him feel powerful, in control, and dominant, something he craved in all areas of his life. He wanted to see how far he could push her.

Yn felt his hand linger on her cheek and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to escape from his presence, but her determination to save Amelia's job kept her rooted in place.

She was wondering why the hell he hadn't moved away since a deal had been made, when the Marquis spoke up, "For tonight, however, to justify your friend's action, a kiss is sufficient."

Yn's eyes widened in shock at the Marquis' words, and she took a step back from him. She immediately queried, "What? I thought our deal is a dinner tomorrow evening!"

"That remains," replied the Marquis who stepped closer to her and bent down till his face was right in front of hers by inches. He added, "Your friend has made two mistakes. One, she laughed at me. Two, she was absent from work without telling Malone. Both mistakes deserve punishment. Each has its own consequences."

Yn's mind was reeling from the twist the Marquis made. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him in horror. The Frenchman continued with a grin, "You are so kind, ma lapine. So noble. You are eager to take on the consequences on behalf of your friend. I like that. So you have to do two things for me for her mistakes and to give her a second chance. One, a kiss tonight until I'm satisfied. Two, a private dinner tomorrow."

Yn's heart sank as she realized the true nature of the Marquis' intentions. He could twist anything and any words to his liking and for his own selfish desires. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She was desperate to save her friend's job, but the thought of kissing this man made her feel sick to her stomach.

She tried to reason with him, "But sir, that is too much."

The Marquis shook his head, "A kiss is the only thing that will suffice. I have made up my mind on this matter."

Yn knew that there was no room for negotiation. She had to do this if she wanted to save Amelia's job. She was already stuck in a situation where she had to pay a heavy price for her friend's tiny mistakes. If Mr. Malone handle this, all he would do was just a warning to Amelia and that's all. But the Marquis twisted everything to make it seem worse.

She knew that she was trapped, caught in the spider's web and there was no way out. She had to make a difficult decision and it pained her to do so. Yn took a deep breath, summoning all the tiny courage she had left in her, and said in a quivering voice, "Okay... but please... please give me your words you wouldn't fire her after this deal."

The Marquis leaned closer to her and whispered, "I give you my word. Your friend shall keep her job, provided you satisfy me tonight and tomorrow evening."

Yn nodded, her eyes lowering in submission. She had no other choice but to agree to the Marquis' demands. She felt disgusted by what she had to do, but she had gone too far already, and she did promise to Amelia to ensure she was not fired.

The Marquis stayed close to her, his arrogant smirk still present on his face as he watched Yn's reaction. He knew that he had won the power struggle and was eager to taste the fruits of his victory.

The Marquis stepped closer to her once more, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Yn froze in an instant as she realized that he was acting upon the deal already. She felt his fingers glide down her cheek and then his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to convince herself that it was just a kiss, but the Marquis made it clear that it wouldn't be just a peck on the cheek.

For a moment, Yn considered backing out, but she knew that the Marquis wouldn't hesitate to fire Amelia if she did since a deal had been secured. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come.

The Marquis leaned in closer, and Yn could feel his lips brushing against hers. She could taste his arrogance and dominance on his lips as he pressed them harder against hers. He locked lips with hers, pressing his mouth over and over again as she remained a doll in his grasp. And the Frenchman eventually noticed this.

"If you think being a dead fish would satisfy me, you are dead wrong," the Marquis muttered against her lips, "Remember, satisfy me... or this deal is off."

Yn's eyes snapped open, and she realized that she had to put in some effort to please the Marquis. She hesitantly began to respond, her lips pressing against his with more pressure. His lips curled into a devilish smirk and he responded back eagerly, sucking her mouth sinfully that it sent chills up her spine.

She could feel a spark of electricity that sent shivers down her spine, the warm energy of his breath passing over her skin. His lips moved over hers, gently at first before becoming more insistent and urgent, as they moved hungrily against her.

Yn could hear the low hum of pleasure that emanated from the Marquis as he responded eagerly to her hesitant touch. His lips enfolded hers in an almost intoxicating way that made her heart beat faster.

Yn could feel the Marquis’ soft but firm lips against hers, and the warmth of his skin as he pulled her closer. His hands were strong and possessive as they moved to either side of her head, drawing her in further to deepen the kiss.

When his tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance, she immediately felt so overwhelmed that she felt like she had to break it off and get a grip. She tried to pull away, but the Marquis held her tightly in place. Feeling his lock on her whole body, she took a step back from him, disentangling her mouth from his, and was about to verbally stop him. However, before she could utter a word, the Marquis slammed his lips back on hers.

Yn's body stiffened at the sudden contact and she tried to push him away, but the Marquis' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His kiss was forceful, his tongue sliding past her gaping lips, invading her. She tried to resist and push him away by pushing against his chest, but the Marquis was too forceful, overpowering her with his passion.

She eventually dropped her hands and parted her lips wider, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue freely. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching far deeper into her mouth. His grip on her tightened as his tongue explored eagerly and commandingly, tasting her and dominating her in every way. It pushed against hers deeply in an almost violent way. Yn felt disgusted by the way he was taking advantage of her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.

Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, creating filthy smacking sounds as their mouths moved together. His breathing was heavy as he kissed her, a low growl in his throat that held a warning. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, Yn could hear the soft slurping sound it made as it tasted her. His breath was hot against her face, his tongue urging her to open up more and submit to him.

The Marquis held Yn tightly in place with his hands around her waist, as he explored her mouth aggressively. As the kiss deepened, Yn felt the Marquis' hands moving down her body, his fingers tracing over her curves and her revealing bunny costume. She shuddered at his touch, but she knew that she had to allow him to do whatever he wanted if she wanted to save Amelia's job.

She waited for him to break the kiss and conclude the first deal, but he continued to nip at her lower lip and explore her mouth. Yn felt his hands move from her waist to the back of her head to push her deeper against him. He continued to kiss her sinfully and erotically, running his hands through her hair and then down her back. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the full extent of his body against her.

As the Frenchman kissed her, he trailed his hands up her body, tracing over her curves. His touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to ponder that this was going way further than the deal but he did specify to satisfy him. Despite this, it didn't make it any easier for her to have his hands all over her body, as they slid all over her body, exploring her figure. His hand continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing over her curves.

Goosebumps rose up all over Yn's flesh as his fingers moved over her, sending sensual tingles down her body, and she shuddered in response to his touch.

She tried to resist, but the Marquis gripped her tighter in his arms, his hands moving all over her body. They moved over her waist, before sliding up her chest. Yn trembled under his touch, before moving her hands up to press against his chest, attempting to push him away.

However, the Marquis did not relent. Instead, while kissing her vigorously and with an exploring tongue, he pushed away her hands and ended up grasping one of her breasts. His skin touched hers since the seductive bunny costume didn't cover the entirety of her chest, and revealed a lot of her cleavage. It startled her and caused her to gasp loudly.

With renewed strength due to her shock, she shoved him away forcefully, making him stumble back before he regained his footing. Yn immediately stepped rearward, creating a safe distance between them, as she breathed loudly in the quiet room.

The Marquis appeared flabbergasted and as if he had snapped out of a trance. His eyes locked on her, intense and burning, as he opened his mouth and brought his tongue to the corner of his lips, tasting the lingering warm sensation of their kiss seconds ago.

A smirk curled his lipstick-stained lips. It made him seem like he was satisfied yet he was still plotting his next move to control and dominate her more. The eerie sensation of his eyes staring at her caused her to shudder and his dark gaze moved up and down her body clad in the bunny costume.

"I look forward to our evening together, ma lapine," said the smug Marquis, his voice was husky and breathy due to the intense kissing session, "Tomorrow evening, come here one hour earlier than usual. I will pick you up and we will do the second deal. You may go home now."

With that, Yn rushed off to the exit with her lips swollen and red in color. The Marquis looked on as she rushed out of the room. He sucked his tongue lightly in between his lips, licking off the last of the deep burgundy lipstick that stained his lips.

Thinking about her, the Marquis chuckled evilly. Satisfaction radiated from his relaxed posture and his eyes twinkled brightly from the pleasure he had received. He was eager to have Yn again and he knew that he would savor every last moment of it.

Yn felt disgusted and upset as she stood alone in the staff's female washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the lipstick on her lips was indeed messy across her chin and philtrum. She quickly grabbed several tissues and wiped them clean, discarding any evidence that could indicate she had make-out with someone. If Mr. Malone sees her in such a state, he would put two and two together.

She wasted no time and immediately gathered her belongings. She left the casino in a hurry, not stopping to say goodbye to her colleagues or even notify Mr. Malone. She could only hope the Marquis was being truthful and would tell the managing director about him allowing her to go home early.

Without hesitation, she hopped on a bus and made her way back home. While sitting in the vehicle, she continually dabbed at her dry lips with a tissue as if she could still feel the Marquis’ passionate kiss lingering on them.

Yn fidgeted around with her fingers as she stared out the window. She focused on the sound of the vehicle as it grumbled and bumped downwards as it drove following its route, bringing her closer to her humble abode.

That's when she remembered her sick mother in the hospital. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast her eyes downward, staring at her lap, as she contemplated how her life come to this. She took the bunny-girl job in the casino as a quick way to earn money for her mother's hospital treatment. However, tonight took a nasty turn and she had to strike a bargain with a man who clearly took advantage of her and the situation with Amelia.

That was when she remembered that new girl. Yn quickly fetched out her phone and texted her.

[Me: Amy, are you coming to work tomorrow?]

In five minutes, Amelia read her message and replied:

[Amy: Maybe. I'm scared to come back.]

Yn pondered after reading through Amelia's message. She had a feeling that if Amelia goes absent again tomorrow, Yn will be scolded and the Marquis will take that chance again to his liking. As much as she wanted Amelia to rest up, the latter must come back to work.

[Me: Amy, you have to come to work tomorrow. Mr. Malone had been asking about you.]

[Amy: Oh no...]

[Me: You have to come back and explain everything to Mr. Malone.]

[Amy: But I'm scared of getting fired.]

[Me: Don't worry about that. I did my best to persuade him just now. Come to work tomorrow, okay?]

[Amy: Okay... thanks, Yn.]

With that done, Yn leaned her head back in the bus seat and sighed heavily, her mind suddenly filled with dread at the thought of her impending dinner date with the Marquis de Gramont.

Meanwhile, the Marquis de Gramont sat in his office, with one of his legs rested atop the other, as he ran through the steamy event that had transpired moments ago in his head. The memory of Yn's innocent expression caused his lips to curl upwards into a smirk.

She looked so stunning and tempting in her bunny costume, he decided. Her plump lips were so tasty, they were like the finest of wines and her skin was so soft that it felt like silk. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist. She was a delicious little lapine that he found irresistible.

He could already tell she was worth the chase when he first tasted her. The Marquis smiled in pleasure as he imagined the ways he would take Yn. All of them would be pleasurable and painful in all the right ways.

The Marquis was determined that the first time he will have her, she would be screaming in either ecstasy or pain. He would take the upcoming private dinner as a golden opportunity to execute his plan. He would make Yn his, and she will only be his.

He couldn't wait.

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Vin Jin x Reader: Eyelash

G/N. Soft.

"Stop rubbing your eyes,"

"Piss off, it's itchy," Vin spits in your direction, never taking pause.

Which would be fine if he hasn't been excessively scrubbing at them for the last five minutes. It's distracting. Not to mention gross. The weird squelch of the eyeball and him grunting in annoyance.

With a sigh, you approach him. Standing almost chest to chest, you stretch up on your tiptoes, "Let me look."

Absolutely not, Vin thinks. He hasn't let anyone this close since... ever. At least not willingly. Just because you've seen his eyes bared and naked doesn't mean he still doesn't feel vulnerable around you.

Undeterred by his silence, you continue to badger him. "Hey,"

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Cmon."

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Might be an eyelash, some dirt, some dust. "

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Will you just let me-"

Goddamn you're annoying, "Fine!" Rub rub-

You hold onto his elbow, stopping him mid motion, and Vin positively growls at you. Sunglasses on askew, his left offending eye and twin pupils, peeking out over the top.

It's bloodshot to fuck. Rubbed red raw. Honestly, that stubborn asshole.

"Come here," you navigate him closer to the window and take advantage of the midday sun as he complains about you manhandling him. (Though you silently note he makes no effort to free himself from your grasp.)

"Stand still," you command and you remove his sunglasses. You're just about to tease him for how obedient and docile he is, when you notice his jaws clenched and hands fisted. Like a cornered animal. 

You change your tune.

"I'll be quick," you tell Vin, giving him a small smile and he gives you an even smaller nod.

True to your word, your fingers are swift. Gently pulling at his lower and upper lid, you peer this way and that into his eye.

"Can you-" You begin to ask, but Vin anticipates your question. Leaning down until he's at your eye level.

It feels humiliating, or at least it should. Having you this close, staring directly into the eye that made him feel like a monster all his life. Except your hands are tender and your smile is kind and instead of looking away ashamed, he can't help but watch you intently.

His usual demeanour is nowhere to be found. No biting words on his tongue, no sneer on his lips, no disdain on his face. He's captivated.

"It looks fine but," you murmur, picking something off his face. With a grin, you hold it to his mouth, "Make a wish-"

Vin peers down at your finger.

An eyelash.

"Idiot," he says without heat. Regardless, he still wishes. The same thing he has been hoping for more and more these days, and blows the eyelash away.

"Is your eye still annoying you?"

Vin doesn't know what to do with your concern and sincerity, choosing instead to default to how he always is. "You're annoying me," he teases, earning him a rough shove.

"Get your hands off me you hag!"

"You ungrateful asshole!"

As if on autopilot, your conversation once again devolves into bickering and snipes. All you can think about, however, was the proximity mere moments ago. The closeness to his face, the way he watched you, and his pupils blown wide.

And all Vin can think about is how childish his wishes used to be. Foolish and impossible, hoping to be normal. Futile. Desperate. 

But now, something else he wants, someone, finally feels within reach.

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

Appearances - Yandere!Rafael Barba x reader

summary: Rafael loses his cool after finding you at a club and takes you home to punish you

warnings: sexual assault, verbal abuse, physical abuse, choking, non-con

The music throbbed through the speakers in the dark club, echoing loudly through your eardrums. It was a Top 40 song, but that didn’t stop you from trying to pull your bestie onto the dance floor with you.

“Thanks for bringing me here, (y/n). I probably wouldn’t have left my apartment if you hadn’t insisted on a night on the town,” she laughed as you stepped onto the strobe-lit floor together.

“You deserve to have fun, maybe even find someone new to dance on,” you suggested, nudging her.

After a long and painful breakup, you wanted to remind your best friend that she could have fun once in a while. You hadn’t been out in a while either, at least not since moving in with your boyfriend, and you were due for a change of scenery.

A server came around and offered you both shots from a platter. You downed them together and kept dancing, having lost track of your drink count for the night.

All of a sudden, the music switched to a Ke$ha song. You and your bestie shrieked with delight and began busting moves left and right.

While you were belting out the lyrics together, a tall guy in a starched white shirt and black dress pants came up behind you. He snaked his hands around your waist and drove his hips into your ass. You entertained him for a minute, but then he pushed your dress up and tried to pull down your underwear. You pushed the man away and sidled up to your friend.

"Get off me, you creep!" you yelled as he slipped through the crowd, laughing with one of his buddies.

"That was so weird," your friend remarked as you pulled your dress back down over your thighs.

"What a douchebag. I should probably tell the bouncer to keep an eye out for him," you sighed, your friend following you as you wandered towards the entrance.

"So, is Rafael okay with all this?" she asked hesitantly, sympathetic tone evident in her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know, going out, drinking, dancing, clubbing. I thought he had an aversion to this side of the city and your involvement with it."

"He is, but I really missed going out with you, like the old days! I can't help it. I'm still in my twenties, I want to have fun when I can and make memories like this with you," you grinned, nudging her shoulder.

"That's the spirit! If it makes you happy, Rafael can deal with it. Period," she grinned.

The two of you explained what had happened to one of the bouncers, who said he would warn management and keep an eye out for the guy.

After that, you both decided to leave and hit another club.

"There's a club right down the street that my co-workers were raving about, it's called Marquee," your friend offered, and you agreed.

Once the two of you were in, you ordered some drinks at the bar. It was swanky and expensive-looking, but the drink prices weren't too bad for Manhattan.

"So, what was your cover story for tonight?" your friend asked cheekily.

"What?"

"Like, what lie did you tell Rafael?"

"Oh! I told him about your breakup, so he thinks we're just getting one drink at a bar. I was supposed to be home an hour ago, but I texted him that you were distraught and needed more emotional support," you laughed.

"And what bar did you tell him? You think he'll come looking for you?"

"I told him we were going to Porchlight, which he hates. I don't think he'll come looking. And my phone just died, so we should probably not stay out for too much longer," you rationalized.

Sure, you hoped Rafael would trust you enough to not come looking for you, but the truth was that he was always paranoid about something happening to you. Most of the victims he dealt with were around your age, pretty and young. He didn't like the idea of you going out without him.

—

Half an hour later, you and your bestie had about four more drinks and were back on the dance floor, dancing with some nice guys around your age that you'd just met. You were just having fun, not even dancing particularly scandalously.

Everything changed when you felt someone yank you away from the group by your arm. You fought against your attacker, pushing and kicking, until he dragged you to the edge of the dance floor. In the low neon lights, you could see it now. It was your boyfriend, Rafael Barba, looking angrier than you'd ever seen him before.

"What the hell, Raf?!" you screamed, yanking your arm away from him.

"I'm disgusted. You're coming home with me right now," he seethed, grabbing your hand once again and dragging you out of the club. You didn't even have a chance to tell your friend goodbye.

"What the fuck were you doing?" he yelled, pushing you out the front door and onto the city street.

"I-I was just dancing."

"It looked like you were whoring yourself out to those guys. And I can smell cologne on you that isn't mine," Rafael said in a strangely low tone.

"I'm sorry, Rafa. I didn't cheat on you, I swear. There was a guy at the other club who tried to hurt me, and--"

"Another club? Was this your plan all along, to lie to me and go dancing like a slut instead of spending time with your loving boyfriend?" he asked, voice steady. You could see him clench his jaw, and his grip on your hand was getting tighter.

"No, I just wanted to help my friend get over a breakup, you know that," you weakly protested as he dragged you in the direction of your shared apartment.

"Do you know what you look like, stumbling around Manhattan like a drunk slut? Did you ever think about how this would look to the squad if they were out on a call and saw you like this? Or what about one of my colleagues at the DA's office, seeing their esteemed co-worker's whore of a wife stumbling around the streets looking like a working girl?" He snapped angrily.

You could tell how mad he was because he refused to look at you. You stayed silent and cast your eyes down at the sidewalk. You wiped your eyes as you could tell you were getting closer to your building.

"Of course, because you didn't think, you never think! You look terrible, (y/n). Your dress is too short, too tight, ripped, stained, your makeup is smeared, your hair is trashed and you smell horrible. And you know what? I'm going to punish you," he stated, turning to you. His green eyes darkened as they raked over your body, thinking of everything he would do to you once he got you home.

You sniffled, trying to brush your hair down with your fingers. Rafael had never been this mean to you before, never made you feel like this.

—

You were exhausted when Rafael pushed you into the apartment. He slammed you against the door and locked it before grabbing you by the neck.

You gasped, struggling to breathe as Rafael tightened his grip. His gaze was wild, like an animal's. He was looking at you like prey.

"C-can't we just do this later? I'm tired," you rasped as Rafael let go of you.

"No, we won't. You need to be punished, I have to make sure you aren't going to pull this shit again. And you aren't, right cariño?"

"No, Rafa, I won't."

"Get in the bedroom and get undressed. And clean up your fucking face," he spat, tilting his jaw up at you.

Rafael took his time pouring his whiskey. He wanted to think about how to punish you most effectively, how to make sure you would never pull this kind of shit again. You were a stuck-up, entitled bitch who took advantage of him and his generosity. But not anymore.

When he entered the room, you were fully naked on top of the king-sized bed.

"Please, Rafa, I don't want to do this right now," you whined, pouting at him.

"Sit up," he instructed. Once you did, he slapped you clear across your face. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and you could feel a red welt already blooming on your cheek.

He stripped out of his polo and dress pants quickly. It was the outfit he had thrown on quickly to retrieve you, once he saw your signal go dead at the club.

You were crying now, unable to hold back your fear and the wave of emotion that had consumed you. You watched your boyfriend swallow the rest of his whiskey and take a deep breath. His hungry eyes glanced over you once again.

He climbed over to you and clamped his hand over your mouth. Your eyes grew wide as you wondered what he planned on doing to you.

Then, unexpectedly, he removed his hand.

"Actually, I want to hear you cry for help. I like knowing no one is coming to help you."

He climbed on top of you and pressed his naked body to yours. Then, he jammed his tongue into your mouth. You were overwhelmed by the taste of whiskey on his lips so you breathed through your nose.

You reached your hands up and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders in an attempt to try and ground yourself.

Rafael shoved his tongue deeper down your throat, causing you to gag. You sniffled as cold tears ran down your face and dripped to the sides and down your ears.

All of a sudden, Rafael's hand traced up your side and came to rest on your throat. He squeezed, ignoring your gasps for help and fending off your attempts to move him.

"Just give into the darkness," he hissed. You closed your eyes, silently begging for your suffering to end.