|1||Adult Request Thread Pre-emptive Strike||655||22 November 2011 22:52|
|2||Revenge Scout||6||19 June 2013 12:34|
|3||Seduction Plain and Simple (or, You Don't Bring a Knife to a Cockfigh||42||18 June 2013 19:52|
|4||The Reed Fields||124||16 June 2013 04:09|
|5||sniper/spy fic||4||15 June 2013 06:13|
|6||Not the Same (Heavy/Medic)||60||14 June 2013 09:56|
|7||Any class and you?||117||14 June 2013 07:54|
|8||Something Like Admiration (Saxton Hale/Sniper)||14||11 June 2013 11:58|
|9||The Seduction of the Doktor||183||4 June 2013 18:36|
|10||Dominique (The Rewrite - Continued) - Tentaspy/Engineer||88||2 June 2013 17:51|
|11||A Pleasure Delayed||5||30 May 2013 05:06|
|12||Dot-chan's (Tentative) Return to /afanfic||73||29 May 2013 18:54|
|13||Req Writes Short Shorts||5||29 May 2013 14:30|
|14||Sniper the Masochist||5||29 May 2013 11:06|
|15||in the dark||91||28 May 2013 05:30|
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Okay, the newer one has already started to auto-sage. It's currently still on the front page but it has fallen past the line where we'll have to start clicking All Threads in order to see it.
Here is the link to it and the ones before it. Lots of great requests still in these!
I'm going to repost the two most recent ones from the most recent thread.
I know this is mostly requests for new stuff, but I haven't been here in a while and I'm having trouble finding an old fanfic. It was Engie x You, started with ambiguous-gender-ness and then had two endings, one for M and one for F.
Chapter 1: Escape and Death
5 weeks they'd been there, locked in a room together. RED Medic's experiment on RED Spy failed, it made him go crazy. He had taken both Scouts and taken them to a cabin in the woods far away from the fort. He'd tortured them by waterboarding, after that they'd check each other for brain damage or lung damage, sleep deprivation, that made RED Scout very cranky and BLU Scout act like he was drunk, pharmacological torture, they'd always make sure the other wasn't injected with an addictive drug, beatings and physical abuse, they'd help each other close wounds and put bones back in place, Spy had let them have a medical kit and gave them a new one when the other got used up, bone breaking, they hated that and helped each other with wrapping up broken bones, strangling, he'd let go before they'd passed out, cutting, he mostly did to RED Scout, RED Scout guessed it was because he'd get angry and scream, force-feeding, he loved to do it to BLU Scout, because BLU Scout would always cry, after that he'd do starvation on them, pressure points, mostly on RED Scout to knock him out or cause him pain, riding the rail, he did this a lot to BLU Scout, he was always nude for this, sexual assault, only to RED Scout because BLU Scout would always pass out, and tickle torture, only to BLU Scout because RED Scout wasn't ticklish and because BLU Scout would always pee himself. One day they escaped into the basement. When they were about to come out of hiding behind a some boxes, Spy came down the stairs. There was a space in between the boxes so they could watch Spy. Spy saw they weren't in the room, he walked back into the space. "I know your here, you won't be getting away anytime, so just come out and make zhis easy!" Spy called walking around trying to spot them. "RED Scout don't make me hurt your boyfriend, yes I know." Spy said. This made RED Scout angry, he hated when Spy threatened BLU Scout. BLU Scout let lose a whimper. "I heard you whimper." Spy said getting close to where they were hiding. RED Scout jumped out of hiding and tackled Spy. "BLU run! I'll hold him off! Don'
Also there are some typos here and there. I would suggest you to read it through carefully or give it to a beta reader. Plus, the text is unbelievably short comparing to how many things are actually happening. Take your time telling and showing the reader what happen and describe things better. Everything happened so quickly it was rather boring (and difficult) to read.
I rered this when my pills wore off and went into a laughing fit at all the mistakes.
Wow there is a war in my head right now.
ADHD wants to do something else
OCD want to make this perfect. And if it is not it is going to annoy me to death.
So if someone could please fix this for me I'd love that.
I now have to stop the war of the disorders. It is giving me a major headache.
Author's Note: It was requested I write something featuring RED Spy and the ever-neglected BLU Sniper. It's the opposite of my usual preferences, but I thought doing something a little different would be fun. But, the idea that came to mind I realized would be longer than my usual tumblr request fills and would need to be a 'chan post, with chapters and everything. So here I am.
Ch. 1- An Indecent Proposal
It begins as innocently as anything ever did, for the Spy. Which is to say, it does not begin very innocently.
He'd learned about his counterpart, and he stubbornly prides himself upon having just enough of a sliver of honor, that he isn't prepared to ruin his own teammate's life just to get back at the BLU Spy. Just because he has no plans to spread the photographs he took of his rival around, however, does not mean he plans to get rid of them. The two made such a lovely picture... So rough. So animal.
He misses that. Things are different with a man, and adventurous and accommodating as his lady is, some things will always be different. They talk, on the phone-- his private phone, in his house on the weekend, and he hates the distance separating them until he'll next have the time to meet with her, but the long, dirty telephone calls make that distance bearable.
He confesses things to her in the afterglow that he never has told a woman before, things he doesn't think he could say if she were in his arms. The silence after is torment, until he hears her soft, breathy sigh, can picture the round 'o' of her lips exhaling a stream of smoke. One of her own cigarettes, and not a drag stolen from his. She does not smoke the way he does, but after sex, she indulges.
No, sorry for the confusion! My writing time is really limited right now, so the updates are few and far between (and it doesn't help that I sometimes get sidetracked by other things), I just happened to check into the thread between having ready chapters for once and wound up going off on a tear.
There is more coming, though.
I dunno what the fuck is going on, but I'll repost just in case. I have everything posted on my tumblr, too, if you're interested. lawlspy.tumblr.com
lol wat is formatting
Spy woke up on his side with adrenaline and pain rushing to his brain like heroin. He gasped raggedly in the dark, eyes darting across the vaguely familiar ceiling. A small window sat above him, adorned by hideously old fashioned curtains. Faint red light showed all the dust and streaks across the pane. Dawn? Dusk? He craned his neck to get a better look at where he was, only to inhale the unpleasant smell of sweaty bed sheets. A bed. He was lying on a bed. The only clean thing in view was a translucent bag of fluid taped to the edge of the cupboard overhead. It hung there like a raindrop and broke the light into a prism.
A make-shift IV?
Everything smelled dusty and stale. Everything was dusty and stale. He spotted a coffee mug still a quarter full with a white film on its surface. It clicked, then. He was in Sniper’s horrid little van.
“Merde,” he moaned, voice raspy from screaming, and choked when a red tide of agony tore across his palette. Memories of the event rose unbidden. The RED spy’s crafty smile when he started pulling teeth. How it widened when he reached for a light bulb….
Fantastic to see an update. This is still the best fic on the chan.
Thank you for your response. And I agree with my fellow anon, this fic is one of the most gorgeous of the ones I have read, if not the very best.
Spy and Sniper are my OTP and even if I have read amazing fics of these two (and of course some not quite as amazing) this is, in my opinion, the best one. I would also like to thank you for this update. It was nice to see the two alone again having their own time outside the battle.
I'm looking for a fic where Sniper has a vagina, but it isn't Detachable Sniper. He and Spy end up fucking. Anyone know what i'm talking about?
Probably Lithefider's "Respawn Bloody Glitched"
#4 comment here- http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/12567.html
or on her tumblr here-http://lithefider.tumblr.com/post/36571245051/respawn-bloody-glitched-sniper-spy
Hello; first time writing here, which I suppose is going to make this a bit of a learning experience. I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while, but was a little nervous to post it on the chan.
Anyway, this is a BLU Heavy/Medic pairing, with a bit of Respawn failure involved. No, it's not a one-shot.
Each battle is a little different at Well.
Sometimes the BLU soldier gets turned around while underwater, drowning mere inches from the surface. Sometimes, the RED demoman sticky-bombs so far as to smash face first into the BLU sniper, the two swearing and punching at each other until they tumble out of the second floor of the building. Sometimes a cocky scout will taunt on the railroad tracks, only for a train to smear him across the battlefield.
Yesterday seemed ready to follow that pattern. Heavy stood at the left gate, teeth gnashing together. He knew that the cowardly REDs bunched up on this side, knew that when the battle began and he spun up he could easily take out half of their team. Medic stood behind him, as always, dutifully overhealing him. He could vaguely hear Medic barking out commands to the rest of the team, occasionally training his Medigun on them to give them some overheal as well. Heavy focused more on the battle that would begin shortly, grinning wickedly when he thought of what the Ubercharge would mean.
not even that person but PLEASE DO GOOD GOD
I think about this fic sometimes, just can't let it go
57, you would forever be my saint. not even joking, i would kiss your feet and pray to the holy you every night.
Engineer's plan was as insane as it was clever.
The trains ran through three times every weekday and stopped once on Saturday. On Saturday, mail was delivered. That ruled out hopping on the train then, with intentive workers peering down at them from the rusted locomotive. The only logical time to board a train would be when it was zipping by during battle. However, coming in contact with the train in any way triggered an automatic death. Neither BLU nor RED had explained why, although the assumption had always been that it sped by so quickly that a teammate would immediately be whisked away beyond Respawn's borders before they could think enough to jump off.
But how could they board these trains if Respawn would trigger a death? Engineer spent several days pondering, checking the equations over and over, calculating the times that the train passed. Ten forty-five. Twelve-fifteen. Two-thirty. Every day, precise down to the millisecond. Calculated, mechanical. He noted curiously that on the few days when their battles lasted a little longer than usual, a fourth train would arrive. Five-fifteen. However, if they won prior to that, the train would not arrive. In fact, when they lost barely after noon, the two-thirty train never arrived.
He let that oddity slip by. Another variable, another confusion. A distraction.
They'd been working on the solution for four days. Four days with a hysterical, frazzled RED medic counting away how much farther his heavy could be. The likelihood of finding him alive, much less at all, was slim to none. It was on the fourth night that Engineer devised his plan. He kept it quiet, only informing the RED medic, RED scout, BLU medic, BLU heavy, BLU demoman, and BLU pyro. Seven mercenaries, he dared not to ask more. He'd considered at least informing the remaining teammates, but the high risk of being caught, or worse, of the trains not coming, kept him quiet.
That night, they each removed their Ubergears. They would charge into battle with no way of healing or respawning. Then, when the train arrived, they would catch it. Anyone who failed to catch it on that run would immediately go back to their base.
I've been a thread stalker for a couple of months for a fanfic and I was wondering if there is anyone who can still make those kinds of fics now these days? If so, feel free to put it here.
Your Medic is faptastically well-played. I'd really love to se more of Medic. There are never enough of those (Class x You) fics that keeps this level. An even less with my personal favorite.
So more Medic for me, anyways.
Hello there! Newfag here, but been lurking for a while. Currently writing a Medic x You. The general idea here seems to be that I should acquire a beta reader; how and where do I get this done?
You can make a post on this thread that includes your email or username on a site where you can be contacted, and let people know you need a beta. People will email or message you to let you know they're willing to help.
You could also possibly start a new thread with the start of your fic, and say that you need/want a beta for the rest of it, if it's going to be a longer fic.
Should we set up a universal beta volunteer thread? Anyone who wants to volunteer as beta puts their tumblr/email/ao3/whatever details in and that way anyone in need of a beta-reader can pick them up there? I think there used to be something like that, but I can't seem to find it just now.
I've been told by friends that there just isn't enough Saxton/Sniper, I will try to rectify that. I appreciate any constructive criticism for English is not my native tongue and, even after reviewing my work, I feel I do not do the language justice. Please help me become better.
If anyone likes it so far. I will continue with a serious story. If not, it is okay, I will learn from my mistakes, tak?
Something Like Admiration
When they’d first met their weapon’s dealer, the Sniper had been too ashamed to admit he was Australian. Saxton Hale was a head taller than him and twice as built with heavy muscle mass. He’d had a Siberian tiger gripped in a choke hold against his Australian shaped chest hair as he spoke in his thick Australian accent about the war and how his extremely manly weapons would help them win.
He’d slowly slinked off toward the back of his seated team, sitting beside an uninterested Heavy who didn’t care about any other weapons, he only needed his Sasha. Said man gave him a raised brow and a look that showed he understood Sniper’s shame, and leaned forward, covering more of the Sniper from Saxton’s gaze. Whoever had pegged Heavy as stupid was clearly blind; Sniper made a mental note to thank the Russian man later.
The lecture continued as the burly Aussie wrestled the Siberian into submission with his bare strength, barley paying attention to the mercenaries hired by Reliable Excavation Demolition.
Sniper found himself paying more attention to the tiger he was wrestling than his words. As a result, he became more self-conscious of his own form. He’d wrested a croc once, but he’d never dare to go as big as a wild cat or a bear (he’d heard Saxton fought quite a few of those, too). There was no way he’d manage to survive against something that large and strong. He felt like shit by the time the other Aussie left, gripping the tiger by its nape. Heavy just pat his shoulder, “Leetle man has good skill, too.” he muttered before bounding off to join the Medic for a game of chess.
YES I AM SO PLEASED. I EAGERLY AWAIT YOUR BLESSED WORDS, SENPAI
OH MY GOSH THIS IS BRILLIANT I actually got butterflies as I read that last chapter because I HAVE A MASSIVE SIZE KINK TOO, and this was pretty much exactly the way I got it XD I started playing TF2 and I couldn't stop thinking about Saxton and Heavy. Then this spread to characters like Oleg from Saint's Row 3 and Wreck it Ralph and guys like that. I'm so happy you've written this, it's like you're inside my head I love you so much, why on earth did I wait so long before I started reading it?! The only difference between me and Sniper is that I don't really have the kink for any reason (I'm like 5ft5") I just like big, brawny men , haha
Okay, I normally don't like to have two stories running at the same time, but apparently I have nothing else to do but spam this place with more Heavy/Medic crap.
This'll get posted on Dumblr after the Butterfly Knife story is done. For now I'll just let it sit here and you guys can let me know what you think or what you'd like to see happening from one section to the next. Once again, I have only the vaguest notion of where I'm going with it, so I'm open to suggestions of what I can add in to make it better or more to your tastes.
tl;dr Heavy is an intellectual, wat do.
PART ONE: IN WHICH THE VARIABLES ARE EXAMINED
Heavy had a problem.
This was above and beyond his usual slew of problems; the fact that most of his teammates regarded him as being rather stupid, the frankly terrible quality of their food (his complaints about which seemingly having no effect), Soldier's obvious hatred of him because he was staunchly communist, and a few other minor annoyances that he tolerated on a daily basis. No, this was a rather more intimate, cerebral problem, one that was posed to eclipse all others reasonably soon. It all came down to his own desires.
After all the guilt-trip Heavy has gone through, in my opinion it's honestly refreshing to see the universe give him a chance to get mad at Medic for a change. Not that Heavy himself feels all that refreshed...
This fic could yet end on a very sad note, I'm still curiously reading where you'll take it. :)
As much as I hate to say it, I agree with 181. It would hurt more than anything in the world, but a sad ending is very unusual and very hard to pull off. I'd be impressed if you could, but I'm an old-fashioned, Heavy-sympathising sucker for a good old gets-the-guy happy ending :')
I think I have done the 'sage' thing correctly, please feel free to punch me in the face if I did not.
The Demo love was an amazing part of the plot. Lovely. c:
As for Heavy and Medic, ho ho ho, it is becoming intense. I like it very much. You are quite amazing and your plot is fabulous and I love reading your work. I anxiously await more. Stay amazing, Doktor.
Old thread autosaged! For a clean start, and some grammar fixes/edits throughout, I’m re-posting everything thus far for ease of reading. New chapter will be at the end of the dump and we’ll be right back on track. Enjoy!
For anyone new: WARNING - NAMED CHARACTERS. This story is about a BLU Spy altered into a tentaspy, who ends up taking interest in a RED Engineer. I like exploring his watery nature; I focus a lot on gills and his animal instincts conflicting with him. It’s weighty on plot, and has a supporting cast. If you want an out of context fix of loving Tenta/Engie porn I’d recommend my fic “Fimbriae” on this board.
[ Part 1 ]
They told horror stories about Respawn.
It was supposed to be a new technology to save lives...but just months after its installation already the men stationed at The Well felt like guinea pigs with a Russian roulette gun pointed at their temples.
Some people got sick from Respawn, the shakes, night terrors, seizures. At the same time, some remained unaffected; fresh as daisies when the machine spit them out. It seemed quite ‘choosy’. The worst, of course, was that sometimes it did the very opposite of what it was designed to do – it could kill you. People had been fried by Respawn if they went through too many times in a week, or the power levels dipped too low, or your respawn was after hours, any number of factors...
The Respawn machine was indeed a fickle mistress.
I... yes. Just yes. I thought this was abandoned, really, but then... updates! Amazing, actual updates! And I... I am happy.
Oh, and happy Thanksgiving, all.
Lithefider is currently working on other projects right now, but I am sure she will be back eventually.
In the mean time, Kris, it is polite to put the word "sage" into the email box when commenting on a fic that hasn't updated in a while so that you do not necro-bump a thread and get everyone excited that it updated. (The quotes are not needed for sage-ing) Thanks.
Urgh I put this in the wrong place before, so sorry about that.
I would be grateful to receive advice on improvement.
Seven hours have passed since the end of the mission. A stalemate. Not unheard of, but certainly not frequent. It’s an occurrence that often leaves many of them uncertain of how to feel. Mission outcomes are irrelevant to Medic. He does his job, and his performance in that job is the only thing that matters to him. Whether they win or lose the mission…
He shrugs slightly to himself in the golden light thrown by the desk lamp, inking precise, angular lines on the page in front of him: the day’s report. Such records have never been requested of him, but he uses them as a way to log his actions, to chronicle the treatments he imparts, to study the procedures he invents. Every piece of information he feels relevant is catalogued here. Months and months of it, written in fastidious columns, partnered with finicky diagrams on pages with no creases or smudges or errors. Medic does not make mistakes.
The silver tip of his pen marks a perfect, black circle and the page is placed carefully to one side to dry before it can join its brothers. Briefly, the polished lacquer of the pen’s lid steals his fingerprints, but the folded linen of a pristine, white handkerchief corrects the theft, and the pen is laid carefully above the blotter, parallel to the edge. Precise. Medic unhooks his round, wire-frame spectacles from behind his ears, folds them carefully, and sets them down with a faint click on the polished wood, above the fountain pen. Exact. Shifting his chair back smoothly, the doctor rests his forehead on the desk, forearms running along his thighs so that his hands hang just over his knees. He sighs.
The others have learned to leave him alone after missions. The only exception to this is a brief clinic window for triage, to treat wounds that were carried by the living from the battlefield to the base. Cuts and ruptures that must be debrided of gravel and dirt and shrapnel. Occasionally, an evisceration that has failed to pull the victim through respawn, so coils and loops must be untangled and tucked back inside
You asked for advice on how to improve, so here is mine:
1. Mind the purple prose.
You obviously have an excellent grasp of English, but you don’t need to show us in every single line. Don’t be afraid of ‘underwriting’ – your narrative will flow more smoothly if you dare to let your character’s thoughts and actions speak for themselves.
My beta-reader once told me to cut 20% off a story. ‘But you haven’t even read my fic!’ I exclaimed. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ she told me, ‘cut it 20%’. And I did, and it was a much better story for it. In my opinion, you need to do the same – prune that wild vocabularial growth back a bit to let the story take its proper shape.
2. Watch out for adverbs, especially those ending in –ly:
He shrugs slightly the page is placed carefully Briefly, the polished lacquer of the pen’s lid the pen is laid carefully folds them carefully Shifting his chair back smoothly
Etc., etc. These adverbs are not necessary for reading comprehension and they slow down your narrative. ‘Briefly’ is particularly heinous; your sentence is not brief with ‘briefly’ inserted, just as using ‘surprisingly’ will make something not a surprise to the reader. If you want to indicate a faster pace of actions, use shorter sentences instead. “Briefly, the polished lacquer of the pen’s lid steals his fingerprints, but the folded linen of a pristine, white handkerchief corrects the theft, and the pen is laid carefully above the blotter, parallel to the edge” could be changed to “The polished lacquer of the pen’s lid steals his fingerprints. He corrects the theft with the folded linen of a pristine, white handkerchief. Then he lays the pen above the blotter, parallel to the edge.” (Not perfect, but you get my point.) These sentences are shorter, easier to read, and speed up the narrative significantly. Notice also that I changed your verbs from passive
Argh, total hell I messed up my response post, hence the !Deleted
@Req - I'd only seen this as a one-shot but it takes place in a larger head-canon TF2 universe, so perhaps that's where the impression that it's part of a larger story is coming from. I have an idea for a longer form story, but whether I actually get to write it... It seems very much like a mammoth task!
@Cyan - Thank you! I really appreciate your feedback, and they're all very valid points that you've made.
1. Mind the purple prose - Yes. I think it's too easy for me to jam a lot of excess in there. A bad habit that I must unlearn.
2. Watch out for adverbs, especially those ending in –ly: Again, another common transgression of mine, and coupled with point 1 will probably red-pen a lot of unnecessary word filler. That's probably what I should do: print it out and strike out a lot of stuff.
3. Show, don’t tell - My difficulty with this one is probably an over-reaction to having once been told, many years ago, that I was leaving too much vague and unclarified. Consequently, I do struggle in knowing where the balance is.
As mentioned already, this is a stand alone piece on a greater (as yet unwritten) story, so that's likely where a lot of extraneous detail has snuck in. As you say, if it has no function in the story, then it shouldn't be there.
Verb tense confusion is something I've been dimly aware of in my own writing. I rely on the crutch of what sounds right to the ear, and that's not necessarily correct! That and I've gotten used to doing it so I don't spot it in order to correct it.
What's the usual procedure in a case like this where I want to take another pass at the piece, taking into account the feedback? Is that something that's kept for writers and their betas, or does it occur in the story threads here? I'm a bit unschooled with the protocol as I'm not a lurker so this is pretty much my first go here.
Welp, looks like I couldn't stay away from the stupid sexy men of TF2 after all. I guess I can re-re-evaluate my stance on whether my real-life lack of experience and years' subscriptions worth of issues with regards to sex should affect pretendy fun times after I've shot my metaphorical load.
In the mean time, have some reposts from the past (as well as new stuff once I come up with it). Please don't redistribute this anywhere else.
100-Word Porn Off
1. Beware the Nice Ones (Engineer/You, bondage, toys)
Too late you realize that the worst part about being captured isn’t being bound, gagged, and helpless at the hands of the Engineer, but the inevitable turning point in which your body becomes obviously aroused by the repeated violations of your most sensitive bits. You can no longer hold back tears as the slight hitches in breath and whimpers turn into wanton moans and screams.
Grinning a mile wide, the Engineer grabs you by the hair and yanks your head up to better see him gloat and reach into his pants.
“I told you not to touch the darned thing.”
2. English Lessons (Spy/Engineer, spanking, nitpicking about pronunciation)
Can't stop squealing, someone help me.
And 'Jackaroo Wankah' make me lol hard. Thanks dotchan.
Possibly the beginning of a thing. No on-screen sex (yet), but it's here for goatse.
The Sniper hadn't planned to meet the so-called "nice, young thing" his mother arranged as a blind date for him--as a matter of fact he had zero interest in settling down or giving her the grandchildren she was always haranguing him about in some fashion or another--and was in fact fishing for the appropriate excuse talk her out of it when the Spy made it known that he was eavesdropping and did not approve of any threat to the Sniper's confirmed bachelorhood. That, of course, had the opposite intended effect, all the more so when he and the Spy got into a shouting match that was witnessed by the entire base and the rest of the team making bets on who would fold first in the ensuing cold war of non-speaking terms and not sleeping in each others' beds (the Scout also earning some well-deserved cuffs on the head for calling dibs on sex, regardless of whether that be from one of the two feuding lovers on the rebound or trying to make the other man jealous). One thing led to another and he found himself sitting across a woman about his age in a coffee shop while wearing something that he hoped didn't make him look too much like a hobo and trying not to feel too self-conscious about it.
She was the one who broke the silence first. "To be honest, I didn't really want to be here today. I'm fine with being single, I've got a nice job and friends I hang out with, but you know--" and here she rolled her eyes, "parents."
"Say no more, me mum's th' same way." He gave her another once over, hoping he wasn't giving off pervert vibes. "I mean, no offense, you're not bad looking or anything, but--"
"Neither are you. But you're not looking, and I'm not looking, blah blah etcetera." She refilled her own cup first, and then gestured with the decanter. "More coffee?"
"Later, maybe. So 'ow many 'dates' does your folks insist on before they give up on 'making it work out'?"
So in the last few weeks, I've written some itty little short things, and I'm going to put them all here.
And a select few of you will now have the Royal Teens stuck in your head, after reading the title of this thread.
Title: Salted Peanut Gallery
Pairing: Scout and Demo friendship
Rating: T for cursing?
Third night this week that'd gone this way, and Tavish DeGroot was well sick of it. The Scout sat on the Demoman's desk, kicking his feet against the drawers with no regard to whatever kinds of volatile compounds might be stored therein, generally making a nuissance of himself.
"I'm not givin' yeh any more liquor, boyo."
"I don' care," the Scout claimed, shrugging. His kicking thudded bada-bump bada-bump against the oak. The Demo scrubbed a hand over his face.
Title: Kind-Of a Big Deal
This was in answer to wienermeister's prompt on the tumbls:
"a scout who likes to fuck as many guys as he can without any emotional involvement because he likes being used because it makes him feel desirable"
If the Soldier wanted him to put on the Pyro's Madam Dixie and call himself Charlene, that was fine. If the Spy wanted to be bent over and spanked until he shouted before he'd even think of putting a cock in his mouth, that was fine too. Turned out the Medic was the easiest. All the Scout had to do was lean against the wall in the waiting room outside the infirmary and cant his chin up, show a flash of tanned throat, and the Medic was all over him, dragging him into the sterile confines of his surgery with a whispered curse and a whimper. The Engineer at least admitted that someone as convenient and willing as the Scout was an elegant solution to the minor inconvenience of morning wood. When propositioned, the Demoman stood up, cracked his neck and said, "Alright. I'm just dyin' for a shag, me," and claimed that the Scout would make a fair lass, at least from behind. The Sniper would only fuck him from behind, muttering quietly, and wanted the Scout to vacate his space almost immediately after. But that was fine. It was fine when the Pyro tapped him in the kitchen and pointed a thumb toward the Rec Room, apparently having heard that the Scout was offering a service. The Scout's heart leapt at the thought that someone was actively seeking him out without him having made the first move, even if he'd been enjoying his team mates' reactions to his overtures. Hell, when he'd caught the Spy shaving, balaclava rolled up only enough to scrape a straight razor over his angular jaw, leaned against the mirror and asked, "Hey Spook, wanna fuck?" he'd counted it as a personal victory that the Spy didn't slash his throat and go back to shaving with the very same blade. The man had only glared at him flatly for a moment before flicking lather into the sink. The Scout persisted, saying he was dead seri
Oh wow that first part of the third one looks even more wall-o-text here than it does on the tumblthing. Sorry y'all, I swear it seemed like a good idea at the time, since this is akin to a Scout monologue, but it looks a little off, here. Hope it's not a chore to read! Sorry, sorry...
Inspired by this tumblr post: http://dirtytf2confessions.tumblr.com/image/50353631573
NSFW Warning: Ahead lies the contents of my sick and twisted mind, which include semen, blood, and TF2...
He had been sitting in the waiting room all day while the rest of his team mates went in one by one for the operation. He felt jittery, nervous. The Sniper really had no clue what he was getting into. He squirmed in his seat as the demo stumbled out through the door, eyes tinted pink and covered in blood.
He bit his lip as the man walked by him without saying a word. Then Medic came through the door holding a clipboard, getting it messy with the Demo's blood all over his hands. "Herr Sniper... It iz your turn."
Perhaps rereading your fic before posting would help parse out the typoes and the redundancy in a spot.
A cool arm wrapped around the sweaty body, and chilled fingers traced ligament and muscle. He pressed forward, burying his face in the crook of the humid neck as he licked and kissed the hot flesh. Engie always got so warm when he slept, like a Texan desert at noon.
Soldier bit the sensitive flesh a few times, experimented with the other man's consciousness. The body beneath him didn't even twitch; Engie was deeply asleep and nothing short of a nuclear blast would rouse him. When he finally would wake, it would be with a series of deep, rolling coughs as if his body were trying to purge itself of slumber.
Soldier's cock jerked in his boxers. This was his favorite way to have the stocky man. The wilted limbs moved at his every insistence and he sucked at a bare shoulder. Engineer always slept, naked much to Soldier's secret delight. It made these encounters so much easier, and Soldier saw no need to encase such a fine male specimen, no need to hide such a beautiful unconscious form.
As he straddled the sleeping man, Soldier leaned down and continued to map out the contours of his lover's body with his mouth. Suckling and laving every inch of salty skin thrilled him in a way that sex never would. Only he knew how Engineer's body tasted, only he knew the way the calloused fingers felt against his receptive tongue, only he knew the interesting topography of the thick scar that traveled across the Texan's belly.
He rubbed at his clothed erection and slid down Engineer's body. Chapped lips skated over defined pectorals, suckled the dark nipples lustily, and rolled across every swell of rib. Soldier spread the muscular thighs and settled himself lower, licked across the lightly pudgy stomach and left brutal love bites on the luscious hips. Soldier's breathing quickened as he came closer and closer to the main event. Untouched flesh cried out to him, sang notes that resonated within his very core, but he couldn't wait any longer.
The ruddy cock peeked out of its foreskin, hardening slowly from the stimulation. Soldier licked his lips, took the semi-erect shaft in a trembling hand, and lapped the at th
Jokes aside this is wonderful. I really love the way you treat your engineers.