#hell hed see it freshly laundered and ready to be folded and hes already conjuring up images of folding u up in it

[kortac-sweetheart]

uhmmm uhmm uhmmmm happy nikto thirst friday MDNI 18+ content

cw: (consent is fully and well established before each scene) CNC/dub-con, predator prey play/primal play, sub space, exhibitionism(ish), nikto is a masochist AND a sadist(kinda), small choking mention, slight blood kink, aftercare aficionado nikto (NOT PROOFREAD)

not intimately described in detail, reader wears a dress and is smaller than nikto but gender is ultimately ambiguous

whenever you and nikto fall into your bed together it's always sweet, soft-- reverent in the highest degree. it's not boring at all, it's enjoyable everytime, but there's always a guilty fantasy of yours that lingers afterwards. it's not like your husband is opposed to trying new things, he's made it vehemently clear that he's open to trying new things with you (within reason) at least once.

it's how you find yourself in this position now, curled into his side while a shitty werewolf horror movie plays on screen. the big hulking beast, frothing at the mouth, chasing the female lead through the dark woods. you mention it sort of off handedly,

"hmm, i wish we could do that." he doesn't reply, but you can feel his questioning gaze flickering to you.

"just. want you to chase me through the woods, and when you catch me... you have your way with me right there.." you squirm in your seat besides him, thighs clenching and nearly panting at the thought. nikto doesn't say anything in response, but he tightens his grip on you, slipping a hand into your pants and taking care of your needs right there, the movie long disregarded.

you think he's nearly forgotten about the whole thing until he brings it up a week later. breaching the topic to you over a lazy sunday afternoon, with you sitting right next to him at the dinner table.

"little one, about the thing you mentioned last week. the one where we chase you through the woods, how does today at midnight sound?"

the way he mentions it so casually makes you nearly choke on your coffee, sputtering whilst he pats you on the back. when you recover from your shock, you're quick to reply.

"i'd-- i'd like that, yeah." a pleased hum rumbles in his chest, sweeping you tighter underneath his arm as he discusses verbal and nonverbal safe words. he makes you repeat back "red light" to him, and makes you tap him on the thigh three times, smiling when you do so.

and so after the moon rises, you find yourself at the edge of the woods near your home, clad in a little white number from the back of your closet you bought a while ago. ruffles and lace fluttering softly in the wind, a large bow perfectly aligned on the center of your chest, the sheer quality of the dress makes you glow in the moonlight-- the shining aura of an angel amidst the dark backdrop of night.

nikto can't wait to ravage you.

his voice simmering as whispers in your ear "go, little one. don't let us catch you." and sends you sprinting off into the woods with an encouraging pat on your ass.

he's so kind isn't he, little one? allowing you a two minute headstart before the hunt truly begins. it has your heart racing, nerves alight and dripping in adrenaline. even after running for who knows how long there still isn't the faintest trace of your husband, although you can feel his icy gaze following you, shrouded within the trees.

the scant moonlight barely illuminates the path in front of you, and it leaves you vulnerable to your husband all but pouncing on you. he does not strike this time, merely ghosting behind you to remind you of his presence. his masked visage slips away as quickly as he first appeared, vanishing back into the inky blackness.

only moments later does he reappear again, unmasked, seizing your running body as you pass his hiding place. your body suddenly caged beneath his on the forest floor, his broad chest blocking out any trace of moonlight seeping through the canopy.

"caught you." his tone dances on the edge of teasing, almost singsong in quality-- abnormal for the situation you're in. you look ravishing like this, underneath him and panting. your face flushed from exertion and the skirt of your dress rucked up past your thighs.

he leans down and licks a stripe up from your collar bone, up the side of your neck and to your cheek, tasting your sweat.

mmm, simply delicious.

he's everywhere after that, he's all you see, all you smell, hear, feel.

your senses are all flooded with one thing only. nikto. nikto. nikto. you can't even fight back in the state you're in, the outside world melts away in the face of nikto pinning you down. folded up like a crumpled piece of paper beneath him as he reaps the rewards of a successful hunt. he's not kind in the way he's handling you, his bites walk the razor's edge, stopping before drawing blood despite how much he desires to. his hands gripping all over your body, bruises blooming along his path of conquest.

"tired, little rabbit? don't tell us you're going to pass out already hm? we haven't had our fun yet. go on. fight back, maybe you'll get away." he taunts you, whispering right into your ears, as you feel another bite blossom on your shoulder. you kick and writhe as best you can under him, scratching him, beating against his broad frame, it's a fruitless endeavor-- only serves to rile him up more. if you had managed to move even an inch away from him, his hands would fly to your hips in an iron grip, pulling you back into his gaping maw.

"what's the matter little one? are you only pretending to fight back hm? you want this don't you? want someone to see us having our way with you, is that right? dirty rabbit." he pants into your ears, the grip he has on your throat is iron, your mind and brain turning fuzzy as he lays his claim on you once more. his posession of you clearly visible everywhere, but especially dripping between your thighs.

soon after nikto is done having his fun with you, you're bundled up in his jacket and brought back home. you snuggle into it, into him and his comforting warmth, his jacket smells just like him and you slip into easy sleep.

you awake with him pressing a kiss to your forehead, carrying you to the bath as he methodically goes through your usual bathing routine, but with more care than usual. nikto make sure not to scrub too hard, as to not irritate the love bites and bruises he left on you, his darling. lathering shampoo into your hair and tenderly telling you when to close your eyes to rinse it out, once done he pulls you out and pats you dry. clothing you in his big sweater and those sweatpants you like.

once cleaned, he pulls you besides him at the dinner table, a warm meal already waiting, your favorite. eating is non negotiable. he's hand feeding it to you, heart fluttering as he watches your sleepy expression morph into ones of sleepy joy from the food. his warmth and the food in your tummy only serves to make you even more eager for bed.

he crawls into bed with you, pulling you to his chest to cuddle you close. you're out like a light as soon as your head hits his chest. it's ok darling, he'll ask you how it was when you wake up again. but for now, sleep well, little one.