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# Subject Posts Last Post
1Adult Request Thread Pre-emptive Strike70122 November 2011 22:52
2Breaking Point ( Mark 3 )14129 October 2020 18:09
3Butterfly Knife17824 April 2020 18:25
4Terrible dark fic (Soldier+Scout/Engineer) Noncon.3010 December 2019 09:00
5Duo3426 August 2019 15:21
6Class & You: Request Thread, Name-Your-Kink7417 July 2019 00:27
7This is insane (SpyxSniperxScout)920 March 2017 09:45
8A Misunderstanding 318 October 2016 01:31
9Academic Rivalry1315 August 2016 20:10
10Need More Science Party!115 August 2016 19:17
11Help me find a OCxeveryone fanfic I read216 May 2016 00:45
12Null Our Boor; or: Taco Run4113 May 2016 21:59
13Has anyone seen this fic? (Engineer/Scout)317 April 2016 15:07
14I found an adult Audiofiction..110 April 2016 02:41
15Freizeit's Smut Thread3119 January 2016 15:23

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Adult Request Thread Pre-emptive Strike (700)

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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.

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Okay, so I've started fleshing it out a bit. I want, for a change, for everyone else on the team to have turned Medic down for sex. They think he's creepy and unattractive. Heavy's the only one who likes him, and Medic takes advantage of this. Also hacking a few limbs off in the process, because he's a terrible person.

Either that, or a similar idea with Classic Heavy x Modern Heavy, because I see Classic Heavy as someone who would only have sex with someone who would challenge him (i.e. Modern Heavy).

Breaking Point ( Mark 3 ) (140)

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A rusty door swung open, flooding the dim, windowless cellar with a warm, yet somehow malicious, red glow. A Spy sporting the same color of dress strolled in, flanked by two other RED associates – an Engineer and a Heavy. The shorter man was carrying around a box of supplies, and began laying them out neatly in a specific order on a stainless steel table in the midst of the room. While he was busy, Heavy paused and closed the dank cellar from the outside world by shutting and latching the heavy bolts.

Spy flipped open a cigarette case, lit one up, and took a deep draw. He exhaled slowly, directing his cool, icy eyes at the shackled figure on the ground as his two associates bustled about.

The shackled form glared back boldly. “Well. If it ain’t the fat bald bastard, the skinny bald bastard, and the short bald bastard.”
“Fuck off, ya shape-shiftin’ rat.”

“Pardon me, but I don’t t’ink you are quite in zee position to make demands, boy,” the man drawled in his light French accent, twirling his cigarette around between his fingers. “You’ve been, eh… ‘escorted’ to a secret facility of ours, over 800 kilometers away from zee nearest BLU base, and I’m zee only object standing between you, and a long, painful death.” the man casually pulled out a beautifully engraved revolver from the inside of his vest. “So I recommend you ‘ave an intelligent thought for once in your pathetic life, and cooperate.”

The boy shackled on the ground just snorted. He was around 19, and had short cropped hair that was looking pretty messy, with parts of it matted together as if he hadn’t been to a shower in a while. His wiry body was garbed only in a loose undershirt and a pair of blue camo-boxers. The bronze tan he sported was starting to fade slowly but surely from the lack of sunlight. However, he was covered with a layer of grime so thick, one could barely tell. The Scout’s entire body was covered with harsh bruises, and his wrists and ankles were rubbed raw due to the tight shackles, but his blue eyes still burned with that cocky, resolute flare. Pity. It would have easier on the both of them if he’d just given
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I kind of didn't know how to end this chapter, and I think it shows. Something I'm really struggling with atm is, like... The pacing of this thing. I think it always had pacing issues, as some have noted before, but I honestly feel like it might be a bit worse with these current chapters? At least back then, Spy was highly visible scheming in the background, and everyone was wondering what he's going to do. Right now, the principle conflict is coming from the whole plan to escape, but the chapters while they're getting ready for it are kind of just... Scout and Engie hanging out and getting to know each other a little more.

Do people like this? Do *I* like it??? I have no idea. I've been uploading these newer chapters pretty soon after finishing them to AO3, but I might hang on to this one a bit longer and see about uploading more chapters on here so I can determine how much or if I'm going to cut some stuff. I also kind of feel like it's clear I didn't really know how to end this chapter, either... So, basically, there's a lot of doubt involved with these decisions. I guess it's just what you can expect when you try to revive a fanfic that's nearly a decade old.

Trying to capture that lightning in a bottle again is really hard, especially since I didn't have anything really in stone about what I wanted to happen between the last chapter I uploaded back then and all the stuff leading up to when the next Plot Things happen. I just knew I wanted to show the dynamic duo getting closer and working on their escape. I hope I'm doing that justice these days. As soon as the rubber hits the cement again, though, we're in for much smoother sailing, I bet.

One last note. How does everyone feel about inserting more period appropriate music? I'm super into it, but idk if it's a little Much. If you're lurking and have an opinion (even if it's days, weeks, or months later), let me have it. I don't want to upload it to AO3 and then immediately after go "what have I DONE I've SOILED IT" days later.


The walk-in
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About the pacing, it's not distracting, at not for me. Not much is happening anyway but Scout learning to walk again and Engineer building their escape vehicle. I would lie if I said I didn't want to see Engie interacting with his teammates again (have Heavy and Demo just abandoned him altogether?) and I am just thrilled to hear Spy is going to show his masked face again at some point.

About adding song lyrics, I don't have an opinion about that. This is YOUR fic. If you enjoy adding certain things to it, do it. With Engineer it's perfectly understandable too since he plays a guitar. If you are into it, then go for it! Those who don't care about reading song lyrics can very easily skip those parts if they want to.

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Thanks for the feedback. Guess I'll just keep hammering away at things, same as always! This is the last "filler" chapter before things start ratcheting up again. Just a cute bonding experience... Again, I hope this isn't overstaying its welcome LOL.


Cameron was chewing on the end of his pencil, eyes scanning over the pages when the door to the little workshop burst open. Xander strutted in, carrying a particularly heavy looking crate in his stocky arms, grinning almost ecstatically. At Cameron’s enthusiastic waving, he chuckled, setting it down. “Hola… Buenas tardes, Cameron. ¿Cómo estás?” He pronounced his words as clearly and slowly as possible, to help the poor kid out a bit.

Cameron paused, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he translated Xander’s greeting, and then tried to remember the best, most natural way to respond. Then he shrugged. “Uh... Más o menos, ¿y tú?”
Xander nodded approvingly. “¡Muy bien! Attaboy, Cam. You’re comin’ right along.”

“Thanks Hardhat! Hah… Or, should I say ‘Gracias’?” He looked on curiously as Xander shoved a crowbar into the wooden crate, trying to pry it open. “What’s all that, anyways? Did the train come in today?” he asked curiously.

“Sure did, Halfpint!” Xander grunted, pulling the wood free of the nails holding the box together. “I got a buncha stuff that’ll help us on our way outta this place.”

“What, like stuff for the InvisaBuggy?” Cameron asked, tilting his head to the side slightly with confusion. He tried inching forward to get a better look.

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Butterfly Knife (177)

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And now for something completely different, a.k.a. a story in which there is no gay porn! This will be kinda long, and I'm not sure where I'm going with it, but hopefully it'll be good. Posted here because I'm planning some pretty horrific scenes later.


The land outside the window of the train was dusty and red. Quite appropriate, in fact, considering their destination. They were travelling through the American mid-west somewhere, on the way to a desert base that was largely cut off from the outside world. Spy was alone on the train, and contemplating a fate that could very possibly be worse than death.

The Administrator had made it clear that there were no other options; at least, none worth considering for any length of time. It was either work for RED, in their not-so-secret war, or serve several life sentences in a maximum security prison. Spy stared moodily at the dossier lying on the next seat, which detailed the base operations and mission particulars, and lit another cigarette. Truth be told, the only reason she had taken them up on their offer was because prison would be unimaginably boring.

What was she going to, however? They had not been entirely clear, and the intel she had received was partially censored. She was going to fight – her predecessor had retired, apparently – and she would be expected to support the current team in their mission to oust the BLU mercenaries who were encroaching on the RED's territory. Additional weapons and instructions would be provided when she arrived.

She pulled out her balisong knife and began flicking it backwards and forwards. The quiet clicking sound was soothing, even over the rumble of the engine. The dossier seemed to suggest that the RED mercenaries died on a regular basis, but this fact was treated as being largely passé. That was suspicious, and smacked of medical experiments the like of which she had heard about during the Nazi occupation. Being sent into a meat grinder was not part of the deal, and she was prepared to get very messy if it looked like her own death was imminent. Spy hated being used, and she reacted... ba
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Wow! Probably the only Spy/Soldier I have ever read that made sense.

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Still a great fucking story

178 .

Yep, I concur, still a great fucking story

Terrible dark fic (Soldier+Scout/Engineer) Noncon. (29)

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This is a gift I'm working on for a friend, who basically requested two random classes from one team finding and violating one from the other during humiliation round. I'm posting it here because I used to lurk in the threads some years ago and I think it's sad the chan is dead. Set in Sawmill, if it was like... bigger. WILL CONTAIN NONCON AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.


Scout isn't afraid. He likes to think he doesn’t know how to be afraid anymore, and if he does, he sure as hell isn't going to let it show in front of his own teammate.

Red Soldier, it's the understatement of the year to say he's batshit insane, but he knows things, and Scout ain’t ever seen him afraid of anything.

Soldier's seen a lot of things, Soldier's done a lot of things Scout probably doesn’t want to know about, but he thinks he probably needs to know. If he's going to stay here, risking his ass for intel he doesn’t get to see and shitty pieces of desert and run-down buildings, Scout sure as hell isn't just going to sit on the sidelines and watch while his team hogs all the fun.

He isn't stupid. He knows fighting doesn’t stop when the winning team is announced. Once a team is declared winner, what's left of the other is usually scattered or sent to respawn – often by Scout's own barrel or bat. And he's been killed a great deal of times himself during humiliation round too,

There's nothing to do but run or kill after a match, and he figures that's what most of his teammates do.

But Scout isn’t stupid, and Scout sees a lot too.
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I'm really interested in a sequel, as few people here have expressed (i'm more interested in scouts side of things, maybe how his relationship with both soldier and his team's engineer)

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Hahaaaaa this is so wrong and I am SO aroused right now I feel just like Scout.

It's especially sickening considering my own fic...

Hmmm. This is RED Scout and Solly and a BLUgineer...


*quietly adds this to my headcanon for Breaking Point hahahaha don't mind me im going 2 hell but seriously good job fuck*

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Tho this post is 6 yrs ago but I L O V E I T S O M U C H......thank you for created this god tier fanfic ;O;

Duo (33)

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Update came early today. go me, for once.
I don't proofread these. I should but i don't. Let me know if there are any glaring problems.
Also, if anyone has a problem with me making these really short stories and giving each one its own thread, let me know.


“You busy, Doc?”

Medic jumped at the sudden voice that had interrupted his studious research, and scrambled to cover up what he’d been looking at seconds before. “Scheiße…” he hissed, finally covering up the offending diagrams by hunching his entire body over the desk. “Haff you not heard of klopfing on ze door before you…”

As soon as he’d glared at the offending person behind him, his gaze softened, and his lips curled up into what could be called a smile. “Oh…” He adjusted his glasses, sitting up straight. “It is just you.”
“JUST me?” the voice snorted as two wiry arms looped around him from behind.
A short chuckle. “Ja. JUST you.”
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Yeah, yeah, I'm sort of way late telling you this, but go find Caddy's Reposts - three fantastic pieces of porn, and the third is a Medic/Scout titled "Go Avay" with no gore whatsoever.

The first two, by the way, are Sniper/Scout/Tentaspy and Scout/Heavy. Juuust so you know.

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Here's the finished version:


A few years late, but better late than never.

Class & You: Request Thread, Name-Your-Kink (73)

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Hello tf2chan, new here. I'm a fanfiction writer looking to expand my horizons, and since I've been on a tf2 fanfiction kick lately I'm opening up for anon requests. But this time, I'd like to go beyond typical vanilla NSFW and open myself up to other types of kinks/fetishes/forms of sexual expression in literature.

Long story short, tell me what you wanna see. I predominantly lean towards Medic and Sniper stuff, but can certainly expand beyond those characters if need be.

I do draw the lines at underage things/or anything with legality issues. But you all already know that. I may be reluctant to go for requests involving scat or water sports, as I don't necessarily have a propensity for that kind of fetish either.

But forget that. I'll write what inspires me, so let's see what you lot can come up with. You can also suggest possible story lines as well, which can be incorporated into your anon request.

Ready, set-- request!

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Forgot to add, the reader is Spy. The dirty talk that's already been requested would be a HUGE plus.

73 .

Could you Heavy x Reader with a spanking and size difference kink?

74 .

Ooh forgive me for Necro-ing four whole years later but the prompts here are really too great.

This is insane (SpyxSniperxScout) (8)

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(A/N: Just wrote my first fic, and I wasn't going to post it here because I figured it's dead here, but then I figured it's dead here because lack of posts. So here's the first chapter, I'll post the rest over this week if you like it.)

Summary: Sniper and Spy want Scout to join them in the bedroom. But there's no room for error in seducing your apparently-straight teammate.


"No," he asserted. The Spy and the Scout would not engage in sexual congress.

"That's what you say every time I have a good idea," said Sniper, sitting on the bed and reclining against the wall, hands behind his head.

"And I mean it every time," said Spy, standing up from the recliner.

Sniper smirked at him. "So you admit my ideas are good?"

Spy huffed and turned away, folding his hands behind his back. Yes, his partner's ideas for sexual exploration were sometimes good, even if Spy had initially refused. Some of Spy's favorite things to do in bed were things that he had originally thought to be reprehensible. Even sleeping with a man, he had thought a year ago, was for degenerates. But maybe that's what he is, now.
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I didn't mind the turn of events, but I'm awfully disappointed Spy and Sniper didn't fuck each other in the end.

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A Misunderstanding (2)

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First of all I'd like to warn before hand this fic deals with Rapeand noncon if this upsets you than please red no further.
So I've read some fics from this website before and honestly my fav fic on here has to be "Breaking Point" by TwoRefined which you can read here (It deals with Rape as well just to warn you.) http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/7217.html as far as I know the fic was never completed, but it really inspired me to write. This is a fic I originally posted on fanfiction.net but it hasn't received much traffic, so I decided to post here as well (Which is ironic because this site is pretty dead) But when I originally wrote this fic I had the idea in mind that it was sort of a love letter to all the great fics on this website. I'm actually really proud of it. If you wanna check out my other fics here's a link to my fanfiction profile

The Blu spy waited patiently outside his foes spawn doors. His team was extremely close to capturing the last point on the gorge. As the clock ticked down, spy tried to pick off members of the Reds before they had a chance to stop his team. But as the match played out into a nail bitingly close game, Blu wasn't able to cap in time. Spy had just cloaked as an enemy soldier when the administrator had announced the Blu's defeat. Cursing under his breath at yet another failure, spy decided to take the long trek back to his base.

The Blu Spy had been fighting this war for years, and though it was quite unorthodox, he knew how it always played out. When battle concluded, the losing team would have most of their weapons vaporized or deactivated and the winning team was allowed to trudge into spawn and kill them. Spy wasn't exactly sure what weird technology their weapons were equipped with to allow them to do that, but he didn't usually complain. In fact he thoroughly enjoyed the feature, but only when he won, when he lost it was a different story. Although, if Spy had cloaked before the e
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I can't believe I missed this! Thank you so much for the shout-out! It warms my heart to know I've inspired someone else like this site has inspired me. Consider my day made!

Buuuuut, in the interest of transparency, I'd like to say this fic does have a few issues. Just a few. (No sage because I'm actually leaving criticism.)

1) I initially missed who Trooper was and thought for a moment that he was a 10th class you made up. I'd suggest making it more apparent that he's also a Soldier - just refered to by a different name to help differentiate him from Soldier 1.

2) Okay, um, Trooper kinda plowed into Spy without any kind of prep or lube or anything. Unless Spy just kinda chills on the battlefield, stuffed to the hilt with a buttplug, that wouldn't be possible without something tearing and a LOT of blood. That or Trooper is microscopic, and I don't think you were trying for that.

I never went into full detail about what (my) Spy did to (my) Scout in the cellar, but it should have been telling that the first thing he did when he got Scout back was finger him with lube. It's because tearing the lining in your rectum is a pretty serious injury, and he didn't want Scout to bleed out after a few hours of fun. I realize that this is a fic where respawn is a thing, but still. Sodomy is srs bsns ok.

3) The rape scene itself kinda reads like... well, a hentai, to be honest. With the "no, no, YES" thing happening with Spy who is, as previously noted, getting plowed from behind with no prep work whatsoever. He would have to be an ultra-masochist to be able to get hard or cum despite that.

4) I would have liked a little more from Scout, tbh, but that's really just a personal preference thing. The story isn't about him. I just kinda find it a tad lame that he watched Spy get raped after sacrificing himself for Scout and... he gets aroused? Um, ok. This is what I meant by it reading kinda like a hentai than a real person. I realize that you can't always cont
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Holy shit, I can't believe you replied to this! Thank you so much. And thank you for the criticisms, I really enjoy hearing feedback on my work. Next time I write I'll try to do a better job a distinguishing characters, and making situations a little more realistic. I also really liked your idea of having the scout be more involved to make the scene more emotional. I hadn't thought of that and went for scout acting more of a stunned bystander. I have actually added more to this fic which can be found on my fanfiction or AO3 if you or anyone else is interested. Here is a link to AO3

Again, thank you so much for the reply!

P.S. The misunderstanding as that soldier thinks spy is other red soldier. I kind of just threw the title on as an after thought and forgot to label this better when I uploaded it here.

Academic Rivalry (12)

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“All I’m sayin’, Doc, is that there ain’t structurally sound. It’s gonna go boom the second you try ‘n use it in battle.” The Engineer’s stubby fingertip prodded a blueprint covered in German notation.

“Und what would you know about it? I have never seen you using a focus for any of your generational devices! That Dispenser wastes so much energy on useless fumes. Gott im himmel, save me from technicians with ideas of grandeur.” The Medic swiped the intruding hands away from his plans for a new Medigun, shooing the Engineer away.

“I may well be a damn technician, but I got 11 phds in Engineerin’, and you ain’t even got yourself a medical diploma! I’m tellin’ you, that design ain’t sound!”

It was the fourth time the argument had erupted that week. Without an ongoing battle, the team found itself confined to base with very few diversions. Personalities were beginning to clash, and even the soft-spoken Texan and aloof German were starting to run into each other entirely too often for tempers to remain calm.

There is a widely acknowledge truth that certain academics do not take challenges well. If one were to take two such academics of disparate but overlapping disciplines and force them into an environment whereby they would have to focus on the overlap, it will only be a matter of time before something goes badly wrong.

When the Engineer picked up his pencil to scratch out the Medic’s notes, that point was reached. The Medic snatched away the Engineer’s pencil, snapping it as he did so, and shoved the Engineer away from the desk.

“Do you know why I don’t have that diploma, Herr Techniker? It is not lack of skill or knowledge!” His voice grew louder as he spoke, anger replacing mere irritation. “It is because I dared to push the boundaries of medical science! I dared to investigate beyond the piddling little limits imposed by men who could never imagine true invention! They took my license from me, when I had more than earned it by my labors! I will not sit here and have some small minded little technician tell me what I can and cannot do with my own invention!”

He grabbed the b
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I've been searching far and wide for Science Party fics. This was AWESOME.

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Why would you bump something that's like 4 years old?! If it wasn't so fracking good and I wasn't so thankful that your boneheaded action introduced me to such a great fic, I'd chew you out.

Instead, I'll just give my regards to ZiGraves, knowing it's more than likely they'll never see this.

Need More Science Party! (0)

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We really need more Science Party fics and art. You know, Engie x Medic stuff. Haha. xD

Help me find a OCxeveryone fanfic I read (1)

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I once read this fanfiction about a dove/human mix Medic created and that was kept captive by the merchs.
Some of them exploited her as a sexual object, others treated her as a person.
I think this was published here when I read it.

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The fic you're looking for is called "Poulette" and it's still on the first page of the /afanfic/ board.

Null Our Boor; or: Taco Run (40)

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My On the Road/TF2 pastiche.

I first startarted bumming around with Scout a few years after the war ended and a few before that war ended which was never a war, really, and this was long before I realised that neither war really had a beginning or an end and that all of them just ran into eachother, willrun into each other til the end of time, but more about that later. Scout had decided that night he was “just stahvin for a taco” and I had to reflect that sentiment. We were both coming down and Scout was certain that he was the fitter of the two of us to drive, I could not object. He had only done “just a little speed and some mescaline.” “Where'd you get mescaline?” “Where didn't I get mescaline.” That's when I knew I would never get a straight answer out of him for anything, as if I ever wanted one. We left and very shortly I knew we wouldn't just be getting tacos. “I need to see the Medic,” he said and gave me a cheeky bloody wink and while we were driving he told me about his awesome life: running, literally, from one girl to the next high, to the next girl to the next high, to a few men in between, mostly for the money. “I'm the fastest hand in Boston!” I believed him about that mostly business and I didn't question him further on it. We arrived at Medic's place and before the engine stopped, Scout had bounded over the carhood and was screaming into the building's intercom, “I'M HYEAH TA BUY!” We were buzzed in. While dazed and lumbering halfway up the steps, he'd already reached his destination but immediately raced back down to intercept me, “Come on, old man, you're holding up the mission!” “Gwaawn, I'm not that much older than you!” “You are.” “You just seem young cause you still act like a teenager.” The door opened. “Aw, gawddammit!” “C'est le plus plaisir de vous-rencontre, aussi. You've brought another friend, I see.” “Saloooo!” I called out. A plain, unmasked face suddenly appeared and I was taken aback, we
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Now, with neither the necessity nor the ability, the Spy wanted to disappear. This time, it was not to hide but to be absent. In this he was envious of Mundy—a rare honor, let's hope—for distance accomplished the same effect. In spite of how much fun the terror of lurking inspired (especially knowing that sometimes this only required the possibility of his presence), he was ready and more than willing to be just a memory at this point.

Pyro felt no desire to contribute to a conversation but sitting with someone seemed to be the healthier option. Scout was already talking the ears off Degroot and Mundy and looked to be quite occupied. Dell was usually willing to share a recipe of any Southern dish that was closer to an array of opinions than actual measurements; this could fill a solid hour. However, the pyro would rather share silence with someone who was comfortable with it. This left the sniper or the spy.

Tavish sat facing Mundy and the Scout—the least obstructed view—with Scout across the aisle; this kept the Sniper from needing to raise his voice. “I feel mysteriously giddy, and no, I'm not on amphetamines (yet, haw); I've somehow aged without any of the, er, quotidien experience. And I know this should be alarming, but this is quite the opposite. Memories, even the nice ones, are worthless, anyway. Hate to spend a day like this inside.”

The Engineer was too tired to consider the logic of the Russian already being on the train; equally, he was too tired to ignore its illogic. Leave the osseomancy and whatnot with Degroot, (“they're called 'signs and wonders' not 'measurements and conclusions' for a reason.”) though a spectre at the feast would be welcome at this point. He adjusted his limbs until they were only nearly touching the soldier's and basked in the shared radiant heat as they sat side by side.

Jane thought he'd let his hair grow out. This world is running out of room for the sensible; the untamed and disordered obtain a special kind of balance. I imagine that's something out of Ezekiel or Hosea—who can be bothered to read the Prophets, anyway
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Why are some characters written in their own names and others in their class names?

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I hope it helps to acknowledge that the voice is constantly shifting, but there is a pattern to it (which I break a couple of times).

I started the piece before we knew about "Misha", so I decided to to use it.

And if nothing else, just for the variety of it all.

Has anyone seen this fic? (Engineer/Scout) (2)

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I'm looking for a noncon fic of Engineer tying up Scout to a machine and torturing him with the machine, only to make Scout admit he's a faggot. Then Scout does the same to Engineer.

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God, I'd love to read this. There isn't nearly enough scout/engineer

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God, I'd love to read this. There isn't nearly enough scout/engineer

I found an adult Audiofiction.. (0)

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I never thought anyone would think of doing this..


So I was searching for some short readings on youtube and came across this. From what i understand it's about the Medic's daughter.. Its quite a well-developing story so far, and its updated every month or so. Only five people worked on it, so its not too bad for that... what do you guys think?

Freizeit's Smut Thread (30)

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This is my first TF2chan /afanfic/ thread. So I'm going to be posting my PWP/smut fics for you guys. I originally posted them on 4chan's /y/ board in many parts, but I figured I might as well post them here, too.

These fics aren't meant to have substantial plot, but I tried to pack them with enough description to make them into sweet little bites.

Requests and crit are welcome.

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I was wondering, OP, if you spoke German at all?

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29 Why yes! I've studied it for three years. It's my minor in college, and I'm actually going to be studying just south of Stuttgart soon.

... Did you find any errors? Geez, that'd be embarrassing...

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I found you on the non-con thread in 4chan! I want to comment on everything you write, you might consider posting on ao3! (also, I noted the Ramsey/Reek art you posted and I eagerly hope you write for them as well! )