5:56 PM - ATF_Joan / @_@: no contra no 5:56 PM - killohurtz: CONTRA NO 5:57 PM - [oops]â¤Mamaâ¤: contra 5:57 PM - [oops]â¤Mamaâ¤: nooooooooooo 5:56 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory: TIME TO WRITE A SMUTFIC WHEREIN THE DEMO USES THE CHARGE N TARGE DURING SEX 5:56 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory: THAT DICK IS GONNA BE UNSTOPPABLE 5:55 PM - Dane: NO 5:55 PM - Dane: CONTRA NO 5:56 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory: I'M UNSTOPPABLE 5:57 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory: FIRST MINISENTRIES, THEN BUCKETS, NOW DEMOKNIGHTS 5:57 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory: NOTHING IS SAFE 5:56 PM - Dane: THE WORLD IS NOT READY 5:58 PM - ATF_Contra /// -dictory has changed their name to ATF_Contra /// YES. You always wonder how you found yourself involved with a man like Tavish Degroot. Most people can't say "hey, my boyfriend is a black demolitions expert who lost his eye to a wizard and has a possessed sword", but you can. In between all else in your dull, ordinary life, you can proudly say you share a bed with the world's best Demoman. But lately, things are different with Tavish. Ever since he started experimenting more with non-explosive weapons, you've found that he moves faster, takes you more swiftly, brutally and forcefully as opposed to his previous, more methodic (but no less explosive) bedroom tactics. Normally, you'd chalk this down to a combination of adrenaline and excess energy, but "normal" went out the window last night. If you think about it, "normal" went out the window as soon as you started fucking a self-described "black, Scottish cyclops". It started off innocently enough. Tavish was rough as always, possessive hands on you as soon as he got home from a day of endless mercenary battles. In a blur of rum-flavored kissing, rough, firm hands and clothes removal, you find yourself turned around and pushed forward, bent over the Demoman's bed. There's no time to take in the familiar scenery. You feel him tug at the waistband of your pants and underwear, obediently shuffling your hips to help Tavish pull them down. He grinds against your rear, still clothed, and you hear the rattling of the grenades on his person when he does. Guess he isn't taking his clothes off. You prepare yourself inwardly, hearing the sound of a zipper and feeling something press against the bottom of your back. "What is-" "Jus' a shield, lad," Tavish rambles, drunkenly, "Helps m' go faster." A...shield? Not exactly what you meant by protection, but-"AH!" As always, it happens so fast. The bed creaks from the force of his thrusts and you grasp, bite and groan in response, eyes closed in a balance of pain and bliss as the Demoman continues to furiously ram you from behind. "Oh, I'm going to beat you so hard, you'll 'ave a twitch!" Tavish slurs, grabbing your waist and pulling you with his thrusts. Knowing Tavish takes silence as a challenge, you bite down on your lower lip to muffle the noises you're making, silently encouraging him to intensify his force. He laughed. "I'm goin' to blast ye into thin gruel!" Oh God, yes- His left hand lets go of your waist and he presses his right hand down on your back, holding you steady and pulling out of you. "Wh- what're you doing?" You pant. "CHARGIN' TARGE!" Tavish screams at the top of his lungs. "Ch-charging wha-" "ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
You can't stop me. No one can.
I have only the faintest idea of what is going on and I absolutely love it.
i can't believe that your girlfriend sent this to me. it's an unbelievable piece of work 10/10 would read again and again
R.I.P. Reader
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@mawaru Yes. With the addition of the booties, he's capable of charging into JUST the right spots.