WARNING: Contains material that is not appropriate for some readers! This darker shit, yo; consider this your last warning.

Prompt: "Red Bra"

She was having another nightmare; Toby woke up, bleary eyed to Moppet's tossing and turning. Reaching out, he shook her shoulder and called to her. "Moppet, Moppet, wake up, you're dreaming again," he tried. Finally, she awoke with a start, eyes snapping open and sweat inching down her brow. He smoothed her hair as she panted. "Are you okay?"

She lay there for a bit, trying to catch her breath. "Yes," she finally managed.

Toby helped her to sit up, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. "Can you remember what it was this time at least?"

She shuddered but shook her head.

Toby grimaced and squeezed her shoulder, but she shook him off.

"I think I'll…go try sleeping in the study again," she murmured as got off the bed.

Toby watched as she walked away. "Try to get some rest," he tried.

She paused and nodded. "Goodnight," she whispered then left.

Toby looked down at her side of the bed and sighed.

Moppet's nightmares were news that was quickly spreading in the gossip circles not just in the Labyrinth and Goblin City, but also into neighboring countries as well. Curious or vindictive, people wanted to know more about the Goblin King's fiancée and any weakness she might have. But still, there was very little information to go on—no one knew if they were nightmares caused by some ailment or perhaps even prophetic dreams (highly unlikely—Moppet didn't have a history of any such thing).

There was little she could do about them anyway, most nights the only way to get sleep was to go sleep in the study where they had a bed tucked inside for when they napped during breaks from their duties. When she slept there, she found she had fewer nightmares for now at least.

She sighed as she opened the door to the study, then let it swing quietly shut behind her. She draped her robe across a chair and slipped into the bed eagerly, exhausted from her lack of restful sleep. As soon as she lay down, she sunk into a deep sleep.

And then she was dreaming; at first she hardly noticed it, it being practically identical to reality at the moment anyway. She was still in bed, eyes closed and half asleep. But then she felt a pair of lips press against the side of her mouth before kissing her lips. She had half a mind to tell Toby to go back to sleep, but then she couldn't find the heart to say it. They'd been so distant lately, it was partially her fault at least—besides, it felt good.

More kisses trailing down her neck, past her breast, and a hand pulling up her nightgown. She moaned as another hand hooked her underwear, pulling it down. "Toby," she panted as the mouth sucked at a nipple. Then she hissed as teeth nipped at the already teased flesh. "Ouch," she mumbled and he kissed her almost apologetically.

His hands parted her thighs, but then, she wondered dazedly, whose hands are pinning my wrists like this? Indeed, her hands were above her head now, held fast. "Toby-" she began but then a hand clamped down hard upon her mouth.

Her eyes flew open wide and for a moment, she saw the vague outline of a pale chest and head with a face too shadowed to make out. "Da-" she tried to say, but the hand pressed down tighter. Another hand pressed her eyes shut and this strange man drove his cock hard into her.

Toby awoke to Moppet's screams echoing throughout the castle. When he found her weeping, he was horrified to see the bruises like bracelets around her wrists, pressed across her mouth, and dug into her thighs.