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meiliarotten · 5 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 10: Metal In Your Mouth (Body Mods)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Demoman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Demoman has some interesting piercings

Tags: Piercings, oral, teasing, deepthroating

Word Count: 2.4k

The Masterlist

“Before we start…” Demoman took a breath, steadying his nerves. “There’s something I should warn ye about.”

“Oh?” You glanced up at Demo from where you were seated on his lap. You had assumed you already had started, given that you were currently letting your hands wander freely over his chest. Demo sported a surprisingly soft figure. You had expected him to be more muscular, perhaps even toned, but this was quite a pleasant surprise. Having a little something to hold and grab on a man was delightful, and leaner bodies didn’t exactly offer much in that regard.

“It’s just, some things might be unexpected, and I don’t want ye to be too surprised by anything,” Demo went on, still not telling you exactly what he was so concerned about. His eyes flicked down at you, seeing you waiting patiently for him to get to the point. Even in that quick glance you could see that Demo had looked at you like something precious and delicate, a hint of concern pinching his brow.

“It’s not my first time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Demo quickly shook his head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Is it your first time?” You were unable to hide the surprise in your voice. His response came even quicker this time.

“No, no! Not that either.” Demo shook his head, stammering and gesturing awkwardly with his hands, all of which you tried to interpret as best as you could. God, a flustered Demoman was almost harder to understand than a blackout drunk Demoman. “I just figured I should give a fair warning, ye may be a bit surprised when we…”

“When we what?” You pressed on. You had a pretty good idea of what Demo meant, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“When we get undressed,” he finally sighed, feeling his face go warm with embarrassment.

As for you, you were struggling not to roll your eyes. This had to be a size thing. You had been with a fair amount of men who had tried to ‘warn’ you about either their bigger than normal or smaller than normal size, and most of the time they turned out perfectly average. “I’m sure everything will be fine. I promise,” you said, offering a kiss and some more reassurances. “I love you no matter what. You know that.”

“I love ye too,” Demo’s voice barely above a whisper, as if he feared speaking too loud would cause him to wake up from this perfect dream before him. However this was no dream, and you were about to prove that.

“Now, let’s pick up where we left off,” you said, starting to gently palm Demoman through his pants. He shuddered. You couldn’t get enough of that, loving how responsive he was to such a small gesture. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel how hard you are.” You teased him, watching his hips twitch as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your fingers traced the waistband of his briefs. The rest of his clothing already lay in a pile on the floor. You yourself were in your own state of undress, topless with nothing but a pair of figure hugging underwear. You straddled Demo’s lap, his hands holding your waist before lowering to massage little circles over the curves of your hips. “So bloody beautiful,” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear. “I want ye so badly.”

This was as far as you had ever gone with Demo. Heavy petting and touching over clothes had satisfied the two of you for the most part, especially since privacy was hard to come by at the base, but not tonight. Tonight the energy was different, everyone was out celebrating your team’s latest victory, and you wanted more. You needed more. You slipped your hand into his briefs. Your head had come to rest on his chest, and you heard his breath hitch as you quickly wrapped a hand around him before you could lose your nerve. He was half hard, but there was something else, something unexpected.

You pulled your hand back, glancing down curiously. Demoman’s demeanor immediately tended up. “Something wrong, lamb?” he asked tentatively.

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off. Before you said anything, you had to confirm your suspicion. You slipped your fingertips beneath the waistband again, looking up to meet his eye. “May I?”

He nodded and you pulled the briefs off, revealing exactly what you had presumed. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, at least for Demoman. Really, only a few mere seconds had passed before you finally spoke.

“Piercings?”

“I’ve got a few,” Demoman admitted, as if you couldn’t see them right there. A ladder of barbell piercings lined the underside of his cock, the metal pieces reflecting even the low light of the room. “I can take them out if they put ye off-”

“No, they’re fine!” you said, shaking your head. You felt embarrassed when you realized how long you had been ogling him. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. “Sorry to stare. I knew people got piercings there sometimes, I’ve just never actually seen it before.”

Demo chuckled. It was a nervous laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, putting you both a bit more at ease. “Well then, feel free to take in the sights,” he said.

You did just that, now much more eager to get both a look and feel for the jewelry. Gently, you rubbed your thumb over the piercings, feeling the bars. You weren’t oblivious to the way Demoman shivered at your touch, taking note of what kind of sensations made him react with a repressed moan or shuddering breath.

“These must have hurt,” you said nonchalantly. You still exhibited a relaxed demeanor, which Demo tried to match, albeit clumsily.

His casual shrug clashed with the way his voice wavered when he spoke. “Aye, but mercenary work has a way of toughening a lad up- ah, fuck!” Those last words came out with a hissing exhale of breath. You had begun to circle your thumb over the head of his cock while your other fingers rolled over the metal balls. “Lamb, be careful!”

You paused for a moment, backing off, worried that you had gone too far. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay, ye didn’t hurt me. They’re just sensitive.” A grin spread across your face and Demo realized what he had just admitted. He sighed, knowing that you were going to take advantage of this. “Just be gentle.”

He sounded so shy when he said that, his voice unusually quiet. You rather liked seeing this side of Demoman, so soft and delicate. It was a side that he would only ever show to you, and you were honored to hold that privilege.

You flicked your tongue against the head of his cock before venturing lower, kissing along the shaft, dancing right on the edge between gentle and purposefully teasing. Your actions elicited low groans, spurring you onward. Once you were at the base, you slowly dragged your tongue back up, right along the frenum ladder.

A louder moan spilled from Demoman’s lips, and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. “Fuck, do that again!” he gasped.

Eager to comply, you licked over the ladder again, varying your pace. Quick laps seemed to draw out short gasps while slow, languid strokes brought about more of those low moans you loved to hear. So, you took your time, relishing the texture of metal and skin mingling on your tongue in a way you had never felt before. It was interesting, and not entirely unpleasant.

Every so often you snuck a glance up at him, just barely avoiding making eye contact. You knew people sometimes enjoyed the intimacy of eye contact while recieving head, but you wanted to place all your focus on your current task. Plus, Demoman already seemed to be wrapped up in his own little world of pleasure, especially when you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your mouth without warning.

He gasped, gripping the edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to immediately buck up into the tight, wet warmth of your mouth was a struggle. You stayed still for a moment, teasing him, feeling him twitch against your tongue again. You would have smirked at that, if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied.

When you did get on with your ministrations, it was a little awkward. You had never gone down on someone with piercings before, and at first your movements came off as clumsy. Demo seemed to think it was cute, placing a hand on your head and patting you affectionately. Eventually you did get the hang of it, learning that you had to take a little extra care not to let your teeth catch in any of that metal. That part proved to be easy, given that your lips were sealed tight over them. Now with renewed confidence, you began to tease him again, laying special attention to the balls of the barbells that lined the underside. You flicked your tongue against them, rolling them, and relishing the blissful sounds that resulted from such actions.

“You’re so good, so bloody good,” Demo groaned. “Ye look real nice with my cock in your mouth, such a pretty little thing.”

His voice broke slightly. It was obvious that the dirty talk was an attempt to regain some control over the situation, to save face, but he was absolutely helpless to you. The only effect his words had were a soft pink blush dusting your cheeks, which only served to make you look even more fetching as you bobbed your head over his cock.

Your hands rested on his thighs, rubbing gentle circles against the taut muscles. The occasional shiver you felt brought immense satisfaction. Part of you wanted to hook your arms beneath his thighs, hoisting his legs up to rest on your shoulders. It was an action previous partners had done for you while giving oral, and it never failed to fluster you. However, you weren’t quite sure your shoulders were wide enough for Demo to fit comfortably, so you begrudgingly abandoned the idea.

Demoman was struggling to keep his sounds soft and restrained. It almost sounded like he was whimpering. You loved that you could have this effect on him. Using your mouth and tongue in just the right places, you gradually drew louder and more shameless sounds from him. You were taking him deeper, working past your gag reflex little by little.

“Lamb, oh bloody hell!” Demo cried, feeling you beginning to deepthroat hum. “If ye keep doing that, I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling away for just a moment and gazing up at him through your eyelashes. You were panting, your voice sounding slightly worn from taking him into your throat. It made you come off as more sultry than you expected, not that you minded. “I want to make you come, Tavish”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you went right back to work. You took him deep, letting your tongue taste both silver and precum. Demo wasn’t going to last much longer. Sure enough, with a few more well placed laps along those barbell piercings, he was coming undone. You swallowed hard, letting him feel the contractions of your throat as he rode out his orgasm. Slowly his moans turned to whines. You felt him squirm. It was only when he reached down to tug at your hair in an attempt to get some respite that you realized you were overstimulating the poor man.

“Sorry lamb,” Demo apologized, noticing how you winced at the unexpected yank of your hair. “It was just too much.”

You smiled softly, standing up and straddling his lap. The feeling of the mattress cushioning your knees on either side of him was a welcome change from the hard floor. Demo pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you. When you put your weight against him however, the two of you tumbled backward onto the bed with a yelp. Now splayed out with your limbs tangled together, you fell into a fit of laughter, resting your head on Demo’s chest once the moment passed,

“What about your turn?” He asked suddenly. Demo watched you with a confused look as you settled into bed with him. You had just made him come hard enough to see stars. It would be rude to not at least offer some reciprocation.

However, you simply shook your head. “I’m alright. You look exhausted, and I’m fine with just relaxing tonight.”

“Bloody hell. You’re so good to me, lass.” Demo kissed your cheek. “But tomorrow, I’ll pay it back. Ye won’t know what hit ye!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Too bad I don’t have any fancy piercings to impress you with.”

There was a lull in the conversation. You could tell Demoman was thinking, and you waited for him to break the silence. You glanced up, watching his neutral expression switch to a smirk.

“Ye know, I’ve been thinking about getting some more. Maybe a tongue piercing. Certainly would make going down on ye a bit more interesting.” If he could have, he would have winked.

Your blush returned full force. You had told Demoman he didn’t need to reciprocate, but he was making it pretty difficult to stick to your word. You squeezed your thighs together, playing it off with a laugh.

“I'm not sure I’m brave enough to get a genital piercing,” you said, trying to switch the subject to something a bit less conspicuous.

“Aye, it can be a bit much.” He looked you up and down. “I think ye should get two right here.” Demoman reached forward, pinching your nipples. He quickly let go when you squealed, opting instead to splay his hands over your chest, caressing you gently.

You tried to act annoyed as Demo chuckled at your reaction, but his laughter proved to be contagious. Both of you were high on endorphins to the point that the smallest things seemed humorous. It wasn’t long before there were tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“Maybe we can start a bit smaller,” you suggested, still trying to talk through giggles that threatened to spawn new fits of laughter. “How about a nose ring?”

Demoman, still struggling to catch his breath, gave you a soft smile, draping an arm over your body to pull you closer. “I think that’s a good start.”

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punkfortress · 2 months

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Episode 1 - part 1

Music blared throughout the cramped basement, Deafeningly loud, drowning out the chaotic voices of the crowd. The names of shitty, unknown bands and various people's nicknames cover the walls.

Scotty watched the drummer intently, studying his face and his movements from the back of the venue. Everything about the drummer was familiar, right down to the way he smiled at the crowd. He wondered briefly if the man was proof his shot in the dark wasn't in vain.

The frontman called for a brief intermission after breaking one of his guitar strings, and the drummer immediately jumped up from his seat, dashing towards Scotty.

He Fucking knew it.

“SCOTTY?” The drummer shouted, jumping off the stage and jogging towards the back corner of the cramped basement.

“How the hell have you been, man?!” The drummer asked, leaning against the wall beside Scotty. “And what the hell are you doing in New York?!"

“living the American dream!” Scotty joked, grinning before his face fell "Aye... I'm jus' chasin' work. Sendin' money back home to me mam.”

He hadn't seen this man since 1998... Even with the mohawk and the piercings, he was still the same man he had known for just a month back in Glasgow.

“but… why here? It ain't the best place to be right now, y’know? ‘specially not for foreigners”

That was true. The flight over was hell, and Scotty knew there were better places to find work...

Scotty paused, holding back a wry laugh at being referred to as a ‘foreigner’.

“Ye want the truth?” he held his breath. “this is where you told me ya’ lived back in Glasgow. I figured… no harm in hopin’ to run into an old friend, yeah?”

The drummer grinned widely at Scotty's answer

“I missed you, you bastard! It's been too damn long! We've got so much catching up to do! And what the hell happened to your eye?!” The drummer was visibly excited, his words coming out in a rush as he tried fitting all his thoughts in one breath.

“Sorry, was that insensitive? Roach tells me I ask too many questions…” he mumbles to himself, Looking away from Scotty. “I gotta stop doing that…”

“Aye, lad,” Scotty chuckled, pulling the man close to him in a half-hug, “A lot happened after ya’ left,” he mused.

“we’ve got all night to catch up, though, so don't you worry.”

Scotty missed him like hell, even if they only knew each other for a short time. A month between two strangers could feel like a lifetime.

Scotty’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of yelling through the shitty basement speakers.

"REX GET YOUR ASS BACK ON STAGE RIGHT NOW!"

“Sorry, Scotty, I gotta go! I’ll be back in an hour!”

The drummer, Rex, called, giggling dumbly as he pushed through the crowd and ran off towards the stage.

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