#i wrote this over the course of like three days im sorry if it doesn

[kortac-sweetheart]

pspspsps man biter

Nikto wants you to bite him until he bleeds, until he scars. It makes looking at his body easier when he sees you over his past

😭😭😭 am i a cat to you or something (well i mean… you’re not wrong per se…)

anyway

nikto was reborn when he met you. he was baptized twice in his life; once when he was born and now— body littered in bite marks. dripping with his crimson blood, and your spit, soothing, laving over the bite marks you left behind.

you cleanse him, them— they think. a sinner so graciously absolved of their crimes by you. his light, his love. he no longer dedicates his life to a god that doesn’t hear him. why would they believe in one that won’t listen, that won’t answer?

god did not heed him in his time of need.

so, why devote himself to a god that does not care, when he has you to turn to? he finds salvation, absolution, freedom when prostrated at the altar of your love. you can do whatever to him, and he’d welcome it. reshape this sinner into a vessel worthy of your love, destroy him and piece him back anew, cleansed, pure.

each sting of your bites are bliss, each wave of pain that washes over him feels like another sin purged.

he used to be disgusted when he looked in the mirror. was he even human anymore? the lines between humanity and mere tool seemed to blur more and more everyday, until even nikto couldn't make sense of it. where did his humanity begin? where did it end? did it ever even exist at all?

what use was there in trying to make heads or tails of such things? tools of war did not need to think after all. he was meant to be used and discarded, that was all.

but with you. and the visible gifts you so graciously leave him, he feels it a little easier to stare at his reflection for longer. you cover up the unslightly marks of his past, more and more and more until you are all he can see. if he may be so bold, he quite likes the sight of your claim on him.

you want him. of all people, of all things in the world-- you want this horrid half-broken shell of a man. he's learned not to question such miracles, as seldom as they are.

instead he'll savor your love and your light, forever more.