damnit to hell. i swear if a lot of people find this one i'll be damned convinced that hussie is checkin' up on the fandom. jesus FUCK what is wrong with my urges. god, i have a problem.
i swear to god if someone that has problems with hemophobia reads this fanfiction i'm gonna slap someone. warning: it's gamdave.
You're not quite sure how you had gotten into this rather promising position with this bad bitch underneath you, clothed in barely anything, except his boxers, which were caked in blood. You couldn't deny that most of the blood was yours, but then again, who would even ask about that unless they got into his wardrobe? That's right. No one because you wouldn't allow anyone to find out that you had been lying about your ability to be a fucking great kismesis.
"Strider..." A faint growl was detected in the troll's tone and you smirked just as faintly, flash stepping off the bed and already moving to take off your shirt. In hindsight, this wasn't even your own shirt. It was that bitch's shirt back there. "You, motherfucker, need to get your human dick back over here and get ready for a round two of hatred filled miracles."
You pondered it for a bit before shaking your head. "Nah, I'm good Makara. Have fun cleaning yourself u-" In a moment, you were pinned against the wall nearest to you, shirtless and dotted with patches of purple blood. The smirk on your face grew as you felt your shades crack. You were going to have to get him back for that later.
"You," He growled, claw like nails tearing into your jeans and instantly tugging them down, without so much as a care for what would happen. "You don't tell me when I'm motherfuckin' done with you human." With that, you chuckle under your breath as you hear his boxers tear as he quite literally tears them off. That's the third pair this week. Goddamnit. Before you could say anything against his actions, you suddenly feel a loud scream bubble up in your throat and you bite it back with a gasp instead. "We aren't done until I fuckin' say so, got it?"
You merely smile in return, the gesture unheeded as you're slammed against the wall mercilessly over and over, and you can't help but let that scream loose after so many slams, the arms that were now at your sides victim for your already bloodied fingernails. You could feel the troll's claws digging into your sides and tearing your skin open, leaving marks that would last a long time. "Fuck!" You suddenly curse as he hits your prostate, the feeling of immeasurable pleasure overwhelming the hatred you currently feel for the troll for only a few moments. Then the hatred overwhelms the pleasure and you hiss in pain. "I'm going to fucking kill you."
"Whoa motherfucker." You can taste the devious grin on his face as he keeps on slamming, claws keeping on their mission of leaving marks on your skin that Kanaya will have to fix up and promise her word to not tell anyone of it. "Did I hit a sensitive spot for you humans? What a motherfuckin' great thing that is." His breath is against your right ear now, and he moves ever the slightest. Right before it happens, you can feel that loud scream-slash-moan in your throat before you can stop it.
"FUCK!" You scream in pleasure as he slams roughly against your prostate, and you dig your nails into his arms. You hate giving him the satisfaction of getting you like this. You hate his overwhelmingly dominating quality that makes him the best kismesis. You hate how he can get you to beg and ask for more. You hate him with a burning fucking passion. "Ah, fuck, a-again." You hiss out, and he happily obliges, over and over, and this entire procedure last until you finally get too tired to beg him for more, vision getting hazy.
Right before he lays you down on your shared bed - your covers really needed to be fucking washed one of these days. Getting them stained with his blood isn't a fucking thing you want to have happen. Ever. - you can hear him whisper: "You're a great motherfuckin' kismesis and that lust is better than any matespritship. Round three is tomorrow night Strider."
Shit. That wouldn't give you any time to get the marks healed. ...That motherfucker.
