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.
I have made some, who I have put on Deviantart, but don't know if I honestly dare put it up here with all the good writers heh.
Dare, there is as many bad fanfics here as good ones. And if it's bad, you'll get (construtives) critics from other writers.
Okay I'll post them, hopefully I get some good construtive critism or that people like it. I have made for: Scout, Sniper, Spy, Medic and Soldier. Which one would you prefer to read first?
Sniper or Spy, but feel free to post them all. But if you don't want to post any here you can give us your DeviantArt username and we can find them there instead.
It's okay, I have been meaning to put them up for a while, just didn't have the guts. Now I actually have a reason to do so, so I'll dive into and hope for the best. *Fingers crossed* I'll start with Sniper x reader/you (which is the shortest) hopefully you'll enjoy it :) I hate waking up freezing when I have been sleeping. Someone on the team apparently forgot to close the window and even though it's sunny outside, it's still pretty windy. After yawning quite annoyed, I started to rummage through the cabinets in search for a blanket. Finally I found one, it was pretty huge. I think it was meant for Heavy, well fuck it now I'm using it! I jumped back on the sofa wrapping the thick blanket around me, but I was still freezing.. Now I got really annoyed, I rocked back and forth to get some heat into my limbs, but still nothing. I was about to give up and just leave when suddenly a mug was placed on the table in front of me. I looked up rather surprised, I hadn't heard anyone at all. Had I been too absorbed in my own task? Never mind that, because when I looked up there he was. Sniper.. Well not that I disliked Sniper or anything, I just hadn't spoken to him before, well not outside battle at least. He's mighty fine though, long limbed, manly, sexy, oh so many words I could say and add, but I'll just wrap everything up by saying 'yum'. "Ya allrigh'?" He asked low. I nodded slowly in return. "Yeah, just a bit cold." He took a look around and walked over to the window. I hadn't closed it. Fuck, I'm such an idiot sometimes. I ran a hand through my hair and trying to act casual about it, even though I could feel my face going red. After he closed the door he came back over and sat down heavy besides me. "Why you're still 'ere mate?" He asked. I shrugged. "Feel asleep, woke up and was cold. Why are you here, you usually chill in your van by now?" He pointed at his mug and then mine. "No coffee left in the van." "Oh... thanks." I replied, I didn't know what I should ask him. Awkwardly I grabbed my mug and took a sip, only for it to slip in my hands and spill down my chest and hands. There I was, utterly drenched in lukewarm coffee, blushing deeply and feeling like a total idiot. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and not come out near Sniper ever again. I was about to get up and get a towel when he grabbed my wrist. At first I didn't know how to react or what to say, I just looked at him confused and surprised. He licked me. No seriously he started to lick my fingers clean from the liquid, slowly dragging his tongue up my palm and over each digit and releasing it with a wet plop. He even looked like he was really enjoying it as well. Muttering something about it would be a shame to waste it. I was numb to say the least and started to feel very hot by his actions. I tried to hide it, but the blush on my face gave it away. He started getting higher up to my wrists, nibbling at the sensitive skin and kissing into the crook of my elbow. I started to tremble, it had been a long time since I last had gotten any real action, and this was just pure torture. When he pushed me down onto the sofa I yelped, he was aggressive, daring and stunning. Like an animal, so thrilling, yet so dangerous. One of his hands crept underneath my shirt, tracing my ribs with a light hand and almost painfully slow going upwards towards my hardening nipples. I desperately tried to hide my blushing face away from him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled it away. His face was so close, I could smell his musk, his breath warm on my lips, but he never closed in. Instead he leaned down and started to nipple, bite and lick my neck tenderly. I gasped loudly as he pinched my nipples as well; it didn't take a long time before my groans and gasps turned into moans instead. My head was getting fuzzy and every nerve was on fire. I couldn't take it anymore. "Sni-Sniper..." I moaned out and bucked against him. He stopped and I a nervous feeling started to fill my gut. Did I just royally fuck up? His hand trailed down my face to my bottom hem of my shirt and grumbled something low. I didn't get what he wanted until he yanked my shirt over my head, and tied it around my wrists above my head. "Oi wanted to be nice an' gentle, but when ya say my name loik that.. I ain't gonna hold back." My eyes widened as he attacked my mouth this time, using his tongue to force me into submission, licking and tasting every surface. He tasted a bit of cigarettes and black coffee, his breath was so hot against mine, I almost felt like melting. I started to moan again into that delicious mouth as he played with my nipples again, teasing, pinching and toying with them. I bucked again into him, trying to make it clear what I needed. His hand went lower, finally he got what I was trying to say or groan. Whatever.. He went past my pants and underwear and when he started to touch and stroke what had been so long neglected, I bucked hard into his hand and gasped out loud. Satisfying yourself just couldn't be compared to this, oh god this was heaven. My lips almost felt lonely when he moved away, but then he traced kisses down my body and pulled off my pants and undergarment in one swoop. I think he enjoyed teasing and toying with me, he glanced at me with a smirk before he started lapping between my legs. My back arched almost painfully hard and I started to shiver all over, this was almost too much already. When he added fingers my toes started to curl and my voice at this point was getting husky. He teased and stretched me, fingering that spot that made me cry out until I almost came, just to remove them again. I know I said it before, but this was really getting too much to handle. "Please! Just fu-fuck me alre-already!" I pleaded. My body was trembling, I needed release and badly. I tried to grab him by the shirt, but my own was still tied around my wrists and most of my hands. I looked at him again with pleading eyes. "Ple-please…" I saw him swallow hard and the sound of a belt opening shortly after. He hovered over me, like a hunter looks at his pray and suddenly pushed in. He stretched and filled me inch by inch, the burning turning into pleasure. I heard him groan deeply when he was fully inside of me. He was gentle at first, caressing me and setting the pace slow. It made me itch for more. I started to nipple at his neck and he trembled a little. "Why you little dingo, I'll teach ya some manners!" He rasped and thrust himself harder inside of me. I moaned loudly, twitching and twisting underneath him. Calling out his name low, watching him pant and squeeze his eyes together for short moments. Grabbing my knees and placing them over his shoulder, a spark rippled through my entire core and I yelled out in pleasure. I saw him smirk broadly, eyes fixating on my face as he hit that spot over and over without mercy. I managed to get my arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet my own lips. Our breaths hot, teeth almost clicking and loud drawn out moans. We broke apart and he licked down my neck, sucking hard on the skin and leaving dark hickeys up and down. It was the end for me, I reeled my head back and cried out his name as I came hard. Sniper joined me not after long with a loud grunt and a few final thrusts. I felt so full, yet so content as he leaned on his elbows above me, softly kissing my forehead. "Next time I'll make the coffee." I whispered spent into his ear and he laughed low back. "Sounds like a good plan mate." He said with a relaxed smile.
Carmen, I think I do know you on da! You're ragna89! I was planning to post one story of yours with crediting you.
Oh dear.. Yes that is me! haha. I never thought that you would actually by coincidence be one of my readers! I can't help but giggle.
...I thought the whole point of "[Class] and You" was to write in the Second Person Perspective, so that "you" are literally the one having hot, steamy sex with the character of your choice? Also, blame the chan for all the delicious sex stories that have already been written, but I'm rather bored with vanilla penetration now. There are ways of intercourse beyond "Tab A -> Slot B". I started to nipple at his neck and he trembled a little. Should be "nibble" there.
Ah yes I see your point here, I did change it for the other chapters. This was my first try, ever on the whole [class x you] fanfic style. Well yes I agree with you, no doubt about it. I went with the flow as I wrote this and decided to keep this pretty "normal" you may say. I do change it from fic to fic. Some will have kinks and be pretty straight forward, others will have a more story and more emotions. I don't write these just to throw smut at people, but also try to tell a small story. Oh didn't see that there, sadly I can't edit the text. Meh..
Carmen, if you'd like, I can give you some concrit and pointers to make your story flow a bit better. I'd feel better about doing it in a word doc, though, I think it's a little more thorough. My email is attached to my name, feel free to shoot me one any time!
It's not that bad, pretty entertaining. If it was your first fic and you get better on the next, I wait eagerly for the folowing. Do you mind to put Spy next ?
That would be pretty cool Scrunchy, I'll think about it for sure! I'll just upload one more, to see if the improvements between them. Thanks anon, I'll post Spy next as you requested. ---------------------------------- You were hesitant at first. Well no wonder to be honest. You had received a neatly handwritten invitation a few days ago, asking you to meet this mystery person in this desolate place outside the base. At first you had thrown the letter to the side, not really that interested in the meeting. Then it started to nag you, who had actually taken the time to write this and plan it. Was it friend or foe? It could easily be a trap, to hell with it; you were going to find out for yourself! The invitation told you to dress formally and bring a warm coat. You wrinkled your nose a little at this; you didn't have any formal wear here. You couldn't show up with your work clothes, so now you had to buy fancy clothes, you shook your head and decided to go get help. No person knew more about etiquette, fine taste and clothes in the base than Spy. Even if work suits were made custom tailored to suit his taste and body, and he did have good taste you had to admit. If anyone knew how to dress for a formal event, it would be him. You soon found his door and knocked on it, it opened soon after and Spy stood in the door, a slight amused look across his features. "Oui?" "I need your help." You said crossing your arms. Spy had this kind of power to make one feel very uneasy, it always seemed like he knew something that you didn't want him too. It was unnerving to say the least, because he is a puzzle, wrapped in enigma and shrouded in riddles. He is the best of the best at what he does, and he knows it. "With what can I be of service?" He asks his voice smooth as silk. "I need some fancy clothes for tonight, and you are the best dressed person here." You tell him, trying to sounds nonchalant about the whole thing. "I shall help 'ou, for a price that is." He smirks. "And that would be?" You ask with a frown. He kept on smirking. "Nothing big my friend. Only a small token as reward d'accord?" You didn't have time to negotiate right now; you were quite busy if you had to be ready for tonight. After a few moments of internal debate you agreed with him, shaking his hand before he closed the door after him and you both made the way to the garage. The drive to the town wasn't as bad at you had thought, windows rolled down a little, radio turned up and the nice summer breeze in your face. At one point you had almost dozed off, that almost never happened around others, but you choose to ignore it. No way would Spy know about that as well. After checking the first two boutiques for nice clothes you were ready to throw in the towel, Spy had another plan. You were resting at a cafe, both of you enjoying a drink in the warmth before he excused himself for a few moments. You could see him in the other end of the café with his cell-phone, talking and nodding for a minute or so before hanging up and coming back. "I found zhe place." He said as he drank the last of his beverage and left with you close behind him. Down one of the small streets close to the center was a small boutique. A tailor it seemed, expensive as well. You swallowed before following him inside. A tall thin and very frail looking man came up to you both and gave both of you a kiss on both cheeks. You flushed a little, never had experienced anything like this before. Spy moved swiftly over to him and whispered something in the man's ear that made him widen his eyes. He nodded after with a big smile and happily whistled a song as he led you to the changing room. Again you tried a bunch of different outfits, when you found something you liked; he dismissed it almost right away and the other way around as well. You started to feel it was hopeless; this was why you never went out to buy clothes anymore. It was to troublesome most of the time. The frail man who you found out was the owner had left over 10 minutes ago to find something else and he still hadn't come back. You sighed and sat down on the chair in the changing room. "Giving up?" Spy asked through the curtain. "Well yeah, seriously he is not going to find anything we both like. Might as well give up, I'm just not suited for fancy clothes like this." You sighed deeper this time, feeling dejected. "'ou are most suited, we just need to find zhe perfect outfit." He answered his voice as gentle as you ever heard him be. Should you say something in return? You weren't sure anymore, he was actually really trying to help you out and was even nice about it. Well most of the time anyway. Slowly you opened your mouth, but were cut off by a happy cry coming from the back of the shop. The owner ran back to you and swiftly handed you the new outfit with a grin. "This should do it." You tried it on, taking your time to look at yourself in the mirror. This was really cool and pretty comfortable as well; you just hoped Spy would agree as well. As you drew the curtain to the side and walked out, you mentally prepare yourself to get disappointed again and take a deep breath. When he doesn't say anything at first you look at him, he is looking at you with a mixed expression and after a few long moments he smiles. "Oui. Zhis will work perfectly." He nods at the owner. He returns the smile and asks you to redress so he can prepare the clothes for you. You do as told and shortly after you are on your way back to the base. "I could have paid myself.." You tell him low. "I was zhe one who found zhe place and I knew it was expensive, so stop being moody and instead be happy for zhe gift. I will still come for my price later." He said before turning up the volume on the radio. When you got back both of you excused yourself and you hurried back to your room. You needed to take a shower and get ready for tonight, it shouldn't take that long to get ready, but you kept on thinking about the upcoming event. Why were you nervous all of a sudden? You didn't know.. It was time you noted as you grabbed your long coat and left your room. It took some time getting to your destination, mostly because you were scared of getting dust or dirt on your new clothes. You rounded the last corner looking at the small map included in your invitation before stopping in amazement. A broad walkway was made a foot or so in front of you with long candles on both sides. It rounded out into a big circle made by more long candles at the end. You looked down at the "entrance" to the walkway; there was an arrow in the ground pointed upwards toward the circle. You were in pure awe as you walked closer, now you saw the table in the middle of the circle as well, nicely decorated with flower, a white tablecloth, napkins, wineglasses and even nice silverware. You stood for a long time, just admiring the scenery. It was so pretty, who would have done all of this just for you? A whooshing sound behind you made you jump in surprise and twist around ready to defend yourself. It was Spy, your hands lowered slowly as you looked at him surprised. "Expecting someone else?" He asked without any trace of emotion in his voice. You shook your head in return; actually you hadn't thought that the mystery person could have been Spy. He never had seemed interested in any way in you, well not more than a friend that is. As you tried to come up with something to say, he gently guided you to your chair and pushed it in as you sat down. Like a real gentleman. "I am glad to hear that. Are 'ou hungry?" He asked and poured a bit of wine in your glass. You nodded a bit too fast, seeming a bit too eager about food. The truth was that you actually were hungry and he was making you very nervous. He disappeared behind you and soon after was back with a plate with delicious looking food. You talked as you ate, he told you about the dishes, how they were made, where the wine was from and about you. He talked about you actually, you felt embarrassed, but deep down you were happy. Spy was a real gentleman, smart, good looking, great physic and a nice guy when he wanted to be. He had everything going for him, well besides many of his former partners. He used to be a real player, but you haven't heard about a single concurring since you joined the team. "Do you know why I have invited you out here tonight? Spy asked looking deeply into your eyes. With a shook of your head you answered him and took another bite of your dessert. You didn't want to say the wrong things right now; the atmosphere was way too nice. "I wish to date 'ou." You dropped your silverware as you looked at him. His face was so serious, different from how he looked during battles, it was gentler. "Da-dat-date me?!" You asked unsure with wide eyes. "Yes." He answered sharply and leaned over the table. "What about the others?" You weren't going to make this easy on him. "Zhere are no others and zhere haven't been for a long time. Not after 'ou joined zhe team" He got up from his chair and walked over to you. "I have been interested in 'ou for a long time, I didn't want to scare 'ou off and waited for zhe right moment. Please give me a chance." He kneeled next to your chair and gently took your hand. You looked into those golden brown eyes, such warmth and passion; you had never seen him like that before. He was being honest with you, which was a rare trait among spies. "Okay." You said softly, watching his face light up. "Merci mon petite trésor." Spy whispered softly, softly stroking your knuckles and leaning closer to you. "May I?" He had stopped a few inches from your lips with a small smile. Even with permission he was still acting like a gentleman. Nodding in return, you close your eyes and waited, his breath smelled like spices from the food and his lips were nice and thin against yours. At first he kissed you gently, taking his time, not rushing your time together. After some time he licked your bottom lip and you opened up to him, his tongue was slick against yours, he tasted like spices as well. You felt a small flush run over your cheeks as he gently caressed the side of your face, his leather gloves were soft against your skin, but you wished for to feel his skin against yours. After some time he pulled away again, you held back a whine, not wanting the moment to end already, it was so nice. He sat back with his ever calm demeanor and smiled at you, sweet and yet hopeful. "Let me know if zhere is anything 'ou would like." He said calmly, still smiling before neatly folding his hands in his lap. You pondered at the question, not sure of what he meant by it, or if he even meant something? Let's see if lady luck was on your side today. "I want another kiss." You said low, embarrassed to say it out aloud. He nodded slowly and this time moved over to your seat, not just leaned over the table this time and gave you a small peck on the mouth. You felt a small flash of annoyance, he knew what you meant, but he still didn't plan on trying to go ahead. "Longer." You said more sternly this time. Another nod and this time it was longer, but you yearned for more, so much more. "More pressure." He did as told and you felt a warm flush in your body already. "Tongue now." As commanded he added his tongue, putting the right amount of pressure against your own. Both of you stayed there until you pulled back this time, he didn't go back to his seat after, just smiled weakly and waited. You knew he was waiting for another command and you felt much more daring now than ever. "Strip.." The blood rushed to your ears as you said out aloud, but you kept looking at his face. He smirked this time, still not saying a word, but his actions were so much clearer than words could be. His jacket went off first, and then one by one he opened his dress-shirt buttons, but still kept it tucked in at the top of the dress pants. Slowly he worked on his tie, letting it smoothly slide out of his collar and down onto the ground next to his jacket. You had never witnessed a strip-tease before; his movements were so slow and sensual. You could feel how blood now rushed from your ears to your private parts. He was good and you were sure that he knew it. Spy continued as you stared at him, taking of his dress-shoes first and then opening the top bottom of his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper with ease. The pants slid of his hips with a little wiggle and before he took of his sock garters, you stopped him, telling him to let them be for now. All that was left was his mask, the dress-shirt hanging lazily hanging around his torso and the sock garters. You swallowed and let out a small breath of amazement. His build was beautiful, lean, defined and as you would put it, yum~ With a small wiggle of your finger he walked over and smiled fondly at your slight embarrassed amazement over the situation. A deep breath and exhale made you more confident before looking into his entrancing eyes and you whispered "Ravish me..." It only took a second, but a second was all he needed. Not caring about the plates or anything else on table, he threw the tablecloth off with everything on top, grabbing you by the waist and threw you on top of it. You gasped loudly by his sudden demeanor, but he was soon on top of you, kissing you deeply and taking your breath away. He was eager, making quick progress of most your clothes and exploring every crook and surface of your body. Sometimes you could feel him through the boxers, brushing against you hot and stiff, it was amazing to feel what you did to him. Not before long you were completely without your clothes, lying naked on top of table and Spy straddling you with a small smirk. He kissed you deeply again before running his hands down your chest, playing with the hardening nubs, making you gasp and moan into his hot mouth. Then he went lower between your legs and played with you, you writhed against him, crying out when he hit just the right spot and calling him out. It didn't take long before you told him to stop playing and penetrate you, he happily obliged. He pulled his boxers down and with one simple thrust he was inside of you, you felt yourself clenched around him, making him groan out loudly and arch a little into you. After you got adjusted he planted small kisses on your face and neck before planting his face in the crook of your neck, moaning out your name as his thrusts became quicker and harder. After that it didn't take long, you were throwing your head back, crying out loudly into the desert air and feel how you clenched one final time before going over the edge. He followed not long after you, kissing you again deeply and moaning your name. Slowly you came down from your highs, grinning like idiots at each other. He was still wearing his dress-shirt; it clung slightly to his back as he took it off and threw it nonchalant onto the ground. A shiver ran over you as the air now felt colder without much body contact and he smiled before walking over to a basket and getting a blanket. You managed to sneak a peek at the fine ass before he turned around and came back, wrapping both you and him in the blanket, cuddling together as you watched the sky and the stars. "Does zhis count as a first date?" He asked cheeky with a small grin. You laughed low back and nodded. "You sure can call it that." ------------------------------- Translation: Merci mon trésor – Thank you my little treasure.
Ah yes, the class/you thread makes a return! Words don't describe how happy this makes me! Also, the Spy one was delicious. Requesting Scout or Medic be posted next.
Long time lurker of classxyou fics here. Requesting more threesome classxyou fics and seconding on the medic fic
Thank you #14 I'm glad you liked it ^^ #15: I haven't made ones with threesomes (yet) I might do that at some point when I'm done with all the other characters. I still need Demo, Engi, Heavy and Pyro. Currently working on Engi and Demo! So without further talk I'll post the Medic x you for you guys. ------- I'm not sure how long I had been avoiding Medic, maybe a week or so now. He used every opportunity to try and make me go to the infirmary. His domain.. No way was I going there. Well to be honest, the reason I don't want to go there was different from the others. He made my throat run dry; make me sweat in his presence and to be honest, feel like a teenager all over again. I felt a blush creep across my cheeks as I remembered his face, especially when he frowned. He looks so sexy when he frowns, I know it sounds silly, but damn it's so true. Daydreaming alone and watching the empty battlements was a bad idea I learned. There I was, just relaxing when suddenly a white cloth was pulled in front of my nose and mouth. My first instinct was to gasp surprised and fight back, but very soon after everything got blurry and turned dark for me. When I opened my eyes again I felt a bit heavy, but really comfortable at the same time. I was sitting in some weird sort of chair, kind of like at the doctor where they use it for gynecologist examinations. My arms were tied with thick leather straps to the arm rests, one broad strap going around my torso, around my thighs and at last my ankles. Where the hell was I? I started to panic in the seat, trying in vain to break free of the chair. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to get loose, but everything was out of reach. The white painted tiles on the floor and wall made me confused. Was I even still at my own base? I stopped to catch my breath for a moment, and then I heard it. A soft chuckle behind me. A shiver of fear ran up my spine as I started to fear the worst. Into view comes my Medic and for a moment I feel relived, but the I remember my situation and start struggling again. He seems amused with the whole situation, I for one am not.. "Let me go!" I yell angry at him. He keeps his eyes locked on me, like he is looking straight trough me and into my very core. I find it unnerving and look away from his gaze, yet keeping track on where he is. "This isn't right! You are going to far doc!" I said angry and clenched my teeth trying to hide my rising panic. "Vhen I could not convince you, I had use ozzer methodz." He replied calmly back. "Still this is wrong. Untie me!" I yelled back, my adrenaline pumping fast through my veins. "Nein." He said sharply. "Ich vill do the examination and you vill not hinder me any longer." He walked over and grabbed my chin, using just enough pressure to get his point across. I flinched my head back and looked scowling the other way. I knew he was right and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him. My teeth clenched as sweat former at my temples. "Ach before I forget. Zhis room is soundproof and hidden, so no one vill knov you are here." He said and smiled. Cold dread ran down my spine as I realized now more than ever, that I was royally and majorly fucked. "Nov please don't move." He said and came closer with a scalpel. I flinched as he made short progress with my clothes, slicing through the fabric to after tear the rest by hand. He stopped when he heard me whine and saw small trickles of blood trail down parts of my body where he had cut. "I told you nicht to move. " "How the hell was I supposed not to, when you suddenly do something like that?!" I snapped back angry. It stung pretty bad, I could see he hadn't cut that deeply, but it still made my eyes swell a little. As he looked at me I didn't know what to make of his expression. His gaze was so intense, as if he was staring through my very core. It sent chills down my body, and gave me Goosebumps. He leaned down suddenly and ran his tongue over one of the cut, licking it free off blood. I bit back a low groan and tried not to move. It felt great, but there was no way I was giving in that easily. He licked the cuts on my legs first; I held back a whine as good as I could, every time he came close to my crotch. I buried my face in my arm and bit down on the skin. When he started to lick from my hips and upwards I started to twitch as he came closer to my chest. His tongue left my flesh tingling for more, even if I didn't want it too. He grabbed one of my hardened nubs between his fingers and started to pinch roughly, I held back a moan and whined instead. I heard him huff annoyed as he suddenly started to suck hard on the other, while still working on the other. I arched my back in the chair and moaned loudly, it was all over. I could hear him hum satisfied with my reaction and kept on working on me, breaking me lick by lick. I didn't even feel the sting the shallow cuts had left, only the burning sensation his hands and body left. While lost in the world of pleasure, I didn't notice the hand that moved down between my legs until another wave of pleasure rippled through me and made me gasp wide eyed. His strokes were gentle at first, but quickly became much hurried and impatient. Right before I was able to cum, he removed himself from me and stood back to look at his work. I whined, the burning between my legs made me squirm and breathe deeply. As soon as he noticed I was looking back at him, he started to undress. First untying his tie slowly, dragging it around his neck and letting it fall to the floor. His lab coat joined it soon after. Then his dress shirt was opened button by button, so tortuously slow that he knew it would bother me. He was so nicely toned for an older guy, I would expect anything else from carrying that heavy medi-gun all the time. I stared this time and I knew that he was looking at me, but this time I didn't care. He was gonna have his will, no matter what I wanted, so might as well go with it. A chuckle broke my trance as I looked at him. He was clearly amused by my sudden change of character. A smirk spread across his features and he turned away from me, walking to a cabinet to grab a black box of some sort. When he came back he was humming softly, I wasn't sure what song it was, but somehow it was familiar. He set the box down on a table to my side and I tensed in my confinements. As he pulled out a silver rod with a small round tip on the end, I could feel a shiver run through down my spine and into my legs. He was smiling again, that slightly menacing, but very attractive smile. It was unnerving.. I saw him plugging a cable from the other end into a nearby plug, and heard a low buzzing sound. He slowly walked over, or more like stalked over. His eyes boring them into me, his grip tightening on the handle. He fiddles with it for a moment and nodded reassuring to himself, before he looked back at me and grinned. "Zhis vill feel slightly odd." He said as he ran the device up my legs. It made my leg spasm and my toes toes twitch as electricity ran through me. I clenched my jaw together, groaning at the unknown feeling spreading. He moved it upwards, from the inside of my thigh, to the sensitive skin around my hips, ignoring my most sensitive area for now. Slowly he trailed up my ribs, making goosebumps appear all over my body as he reacted one of my nipples. I gasped loudly and arched my back as much as possible. It felt as my nerves were burning, but in a really good way. I've writhed uncontrollably until he removed the rod from me again. I had become a shuddering mess, my muscles didn't respond to me at all anymore. I was gasping, whining and almost on the brink of crying at this point. He hadn't even removed his dress coat or pants yet.. It was so unfair, I wanted to touch him so badly it almost hurt. He slowly leaned over me and whispered into my ear. "Mehr mein kleiner?" "Wh-what?" I managed to stammer back, clearly confused. "You vant more?" He asked again and licked the shell of my ear. "Yes.. Please gi-give me more." I answered still out breath. "No.." He teased. "In Deutch. Say Ja." He replied again and bit down on my ear. My mind went blank for a moment as I tried to form the word on my tongue, it sounded wrong. Nothing like Medic. "Louder!" He demanded and sucked on my neck this time. I moaned out loud and mustered up. "JA!" I yelled out loud. He cooed soft words in German into my skin, his hot breath ghosting up my neck and over my jawline. His kiss was soft and quick the first time. It wasn't enough for me though, I leaned my head forward as much as possible, trying to get more of him close. At first he didn't move, just keeping himself out my reach. Almost searching or waiting for something. Such a mean tease. When I started groaning and whining he gave in with a smirk and kissed me ferociously. Hard and sloppy, it was perfect. I was getting lightheaded towards the end of our long kiss, air had become a second priority next to him. This time though I could hear him as well, his deep pants filled the room with mine. A bit of sweat starting to roll down the side of his face. He moved back from my side and in front of the chair, bending down and moving a gear of some sort. Suddenly he pulled my legs apart and lifted them up slightly. I turned bright red. He had full view and access to my crotch at this point and there wasn't anything I could do to cover up or make him stare any less than he already was. The low buzzing sound was back and this time he held so close to my most sensitive area. I could almost feel the small sparks emitting from it. He placed it on my suddenly, making me scream in ecstasy and reel my head back. My whole body started to spasm again and I found myself so close, then he set the volume up. I came hard, almost so hard that it hurt, my vision went blurry for some time. The sound of a zipper, clothes rustling slowly pushed me back into reality. I looked around confused when I came face to face with Medic, staring down at me seductively. I felt a nudge and a sudden feeling a fullness as he pushed himself inside me. There was no mercy as he started to pound into me, groaning loudly. Saying sweet things in German, before he captured my lips in another bruising kiss. The sound of our flesh smacking together, the moaning, groaning and smell of each other. It was like one big fantasy that never should end. Even though I felt myself coming closer to my limit. As a white flash pierced through me and made everything curl, I heard him call out to me before filling me up. He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently, before removing himself from inside me. "You seem at gut health mein kammerat. Medical exam success." He grinned at me and unbuckled the straps. Grinning back I nodded as well. "Though I think I will need more in the future." He gave you one more long kiss. "I zhink you are right."
Omg this whole thread, Hnnnggg Keep up the great work!~
#17: Thank you very much!
You've got some very interesting ideas, the medical kink one especially, but have you considered getting a beta reader or an editor? There are little slips in tense, perspective, grammar and spelling that can be a touch distracting, but this site is a great place to find a beta if you want one. In the Medic one, for example, it's mostly written in first person... until the last line, where it swaps to second person. While Class & You stories are often written in second person, it doesn't really matter which you prefer to use so long as you stick with just one perspective through each story. Likewise, past and present tense are both excellent fun to play with - individually. To take a sample bit, you could turn this - "I saw him plugging a cable from the other end into a nearby plug, and heard a low buzzing sound. He slowly walked over, or more like stalked over. His eyes boring them into me, his grip tightening on the handle. He fiddles with it for a moment and nodded reassuring to himself, before he looked back at me and grinned." into this - "You see him plug a cable from the other end into a nearby socket and hear a low buzzing sound. He slowly walks over, no, stalks over, eyes boring into you and grip tightening on the handle. He fiddles with it for a moment and nods reassuringly to himself, then looks back at you and grins." You've got some really good ideas, and I'll look forward to seeing you develop those as you gain further experience and polish.
hmmm these are very well done. Requesting scout and soldier please.
Seconding request for Soldier please.
Thirding the request with Soldier, only - I've seen there were some Soldier x You based stories already, which had a lot of kinky stuff (licking boots, whipping, dominance etc.). I would like to see one that would be more...well, normal. Sure, Soldier is and will be a nutcase ready for war and killing (for people he'll always be a kink magnet), but it would be nice to see his softer side portraited (if he has any? I don't know. Perhaps he has one).
Bringing over a request/suggestion from the previous thread... threesome fic with pyro and spy please.
Thanks for all the feedback I'm getting. It does help me see the things I usually don't notice. I actually do have a beta-reader already and so far I have been content with her work and her constructive criticism. Okay since Soldier was the most requested I'll post the one with him next. It's super late and I'm really tired, so I'm not going to say much about this besides I hope you will like it. ------------ He's a brute unlike any other. Always screaming and using force to get what he wants, and you for one weren't going to give in to the pressure. You knew just how to annoy him, how to make him growl and clench his teeth at you. He always made you run laps around the base, but you didn't care. His face and the way you could shut him up was all the reward you needed. Sometimes you wonder if he hates you. You don't hate him; just find him bossy and aggravating. Okay so maybe sometimes you did hate him, but everyone has their moments right? When you first got here he scared the living shit out of you, yelling at you as soon as you left the train. He was a big mass of bulky menace and you didn't know how to react. After some time you got more and more angry at the way he treated you compared to the others. You got extra training; he always criticized you harder and yelled at you almost every time he saw you. Just the thought of having a normal conversation sounded like pure joy to you and your poor ears. A loud ringing noise went off, making your eyes snap open and look around. It was pitch black, but you did remember the sound. "Fucking alarm..." You mumbled angry. It was 5 O'clock in the morning, time for morning training. Your head hurt like hell, you haven't been able to sleep all night, too caught up in your thoughts to do anything else. Now you were paying the price, thank god you didn't have battles today. You groaned as you sat up, briefly considering lying down and going back to sleep, but you knew Soldier would have you head if you did. So you got up and stretched your limbs, before turning the lights on. With a yawn you put on your training outfit and walked out the door. You just wanted to get this done, eat, take a shower and go straight back to bed. A throb went through your head as you walked and you tried to ignore it. Yep this was gonna be one of those days... The morning program was always a bitch. Run for several kilometers, push-ups, crunches and other fun routines that Soldier had decided. After most of your training was done, it was only one last run left. Wanting to be done as fast as possible you speed up, trying to ignore the slight nausea getting stronger. Before long you leaned against the wall, hand covering your mouth as you feel sick. Minutes go by as it slowly fades, at least you didn't throw up you console yourself. Normally a shower would be the first thing you would do after training, but today you just didn't care. With heavy footsteps you walked into the kitchen and grabbed something to eat, to your surprise even the common room was empty, not that you mind at all. You eat as much as you can without getting sick; you are still feeling a bit bad after training. Still with a pounding against your skull. All that's left is a bowl of yoghurt, but you decided against eating it and head towards the kitchen again. You wished you had payed more attention, because the next moment you were on your ass, covered with yoghurt. Black army boots, dark slacks, bright colored uniform jacket and a sneer... Shit... You had bumped into the last person you wanted to. Soldier. "DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" He yelled down at you. The pure amount of volume made you grab your head pained and groan loudly. You didn't have any patience for this right now. "No. Fucking. Way." You sneered back and got back up. "ARE YOU DEFYING ME MAGGOT!" Soldier yelled again and walked closer. That was it.. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You yelled back, making your own ears ring. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING YOUR DORMAT; NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Your entire body trembled with anger as you went passed him, you kept you teeth gritted from saying anything else. When you though had passed him, he suddenly yanked you back harshly and threw you over his shoulder. You threw a fit, trying to kick him as he pinned your legs with his arms, hitting his back and yelling your lungs out. Nothing made him stop. Soon after he kicked open a door and walked in, the glossy white painted tiles made the light bounce back and illuminate the room more. He dropped you on the floor next to one of the benches and sat down. "SHOWER!" At first you didn't know how to react, was he expecting you to strip naked and shower in front of him? Oh hell no you weren't. There were limit to how much bullshit you could handle, even if he was serious, this was oto much. "Right now? Seriously?" You asked back ludicrously, rubbing your throbbing backside. Soldier responded with a tilt of his head, his eyes boring into yours, showing just how serious he was about the whole thing. You swallowed hard and shook your head. "Soldier I'm not going to strip naked in front of you and take a shower.. Give me a fucking break and leave me alone.." You sneered, slowly standing up not to get dizzy. "Negatory.." He replied back calmly and in a normal voice. Your eyes snapped back to him, you had never heard him say anything with a normal volume. His inhumane yelling never seemed to be able to quiet down, but it had and it made you nervous. He towered over you and grabbed you by the arm as he pulled you towards the nearest shower. Struggling against his hold only made red angry marks slowly creep over your skin. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? LET GO!" You yelled, your head throbbing painfully, as you turned a little dizzy. Soldier didn't say anything; he turned on the water and shoved you under it, still fully clothed. You sputtered and gasped for air as water ran down you face, after getting soaked completely he lets you go and moves back. "Wash now." He said sternly and retreats away from the showers. You try and rip of your clothes as fast as possible, it clings to you, not only making it hard to get off, but also make you that much more angry with the whole situation. Fuck Soldier, he is such a prick, why is it only you? He never was this bossy with the others at all. After some time you finally get it off and throw it to the side, not caring what happens to it at all. You are way to angry right now. You start to wash off the dirt and sweat from your body, cursing low about that guy, trying to decide on what to say to him. When something touches you back you yelp surprised and spins around. As you see its Soldier you try to cover up and look at him angry. He is standing barefooted, his pants rolled up, his shirt is missing leaving only his white wife-beater and his helmet. "I told you to leave me alone!" You sneer angry, way to embarrassed right now to do anything then look away from him. "You missed a spot on your back…" You notice that actually is holding soap and a washcloth. Before you were able to retort of any sorts, he had already spun you around and pushes the cloth to your back. "Why are you doing this.." You asked, more awkward than angry now. "We are a team; it's my duty to help you." He answered matter-of-factly. Frowning deeply you looked into the wall, trying to ignore your rising headache due to all the stress. "I can do it myself. I don't need your help." You hissed and continued. "Besides you and me never were teammates. You don't even like me." He stopped. Why did he stop? Was he pissed again, you didn't dare turn around and look at him. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Completely stunned you stood silently. It was one thing that he had talked in a normal tone to you, but now he was actually whispering and apologizing?! This day just couldn't get any more weird, please just let it end already. "I didn't know how to talk to you.." He started. "I haven't met anyone who makes my heart beat so fast, in a very long time." You could hear a hint of awkward sadness. "… You like me?" You asked dumbstruck. I felt his jaw lean on my shoulder as he hummed a soft yes. His helmet was big and uncomfortable against my head. For some time the thoughts buzzed fast in my head, and after a long pause I finally opened my mouth again. "I'll give you a chance, but only if you accept my conditions." His helmet moved up as he lifted his head. "What are these conditions?" You took a deep breath. "No more yelling at me outside battle. Find time to spend with me and lastly.. I'll take care of my own training-plan. Deal?" Soldier chuckled against your chin and nodded; you took it as a good sign and slowly turned around. His wife-beater was soaked from standing so close to you all this time, the fabric clinging to his hard muscles. It was quite impressive. "Want to join me?" You asked with a smirk, as you looked up at his face. He smiled broadly and grabbed the bottom off his wife-beater, tugging it off in one swift motion, his muscles flexing beautifully under the notion. Without even watching his face you knew he was looking at you with a damn smirk. Slowly, teasingly you ran your hands up his torso, feeling the well defined pecks under your fingers, a real work of art he was. Even if he was a prick from time to time, actually you found it quite endearing that he was shy around you and didn't know how to communicate with you. Well at least now you do. His hand traveled under your jaw and lifted it gently, you let him. You weren't sure off where he was looking; his damn helmet was in the way of his eyes. His kiss was soft, gentle and so very careful. Maybe he was scared of hurting you? Feeling adventurous you hummed softly and licked his bottom lip; he took the hint and opened his mouth to make his tongue meet yours. He was still so gentle, but after a low growl from you for him to hurry up, he did. He was a better kisser than you had thought, it didn't take him long to make you all bothered and fuzzy on the inside. He did look flushed himself, a slight blush forming over his cheeks and nose. It was rather sweet. You felt his hands grab yours and placed them on his chest, letting them travel down his hard chest down to the top of his pants. You smiled softly into the kiss, understanding perfectly what to do. Slowly you popped the top button open and kneeled in front of him. He looked genuinely surprised as you pulled down his zipper and pull his pants down. With a bit of problems we got them off and threw them away, they smacked wet against the floor and I grinned at him. He was only wearing his helmet and boxers now, and was clearly aroused. Without hesitation you pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection to the damp air. It was broad, thick at the base and a bit intimidating so close up. "You don't have to do th-" Soldier started, sounded hesitant before you cut him off for good. Licking all the way from the base to top he groaned loudly, gently you stroked his balls with one of your hands. He leaned onto the wall for more support as you pulled him into my mouth, eagerly sucking every inch of skin you could swallow. He moaned when you started to hum and vibrate around his length, making him gasps a little for air. When his breath hitched you sucked harder, pressing your free hand onto his abdominal muscles, feeling them getting harder under your fingers. Without much warning he came into your warm mouth, it was salty and a bit bitter, but not that bad you noticed as you swallowed every drop and wiped your mouth. You smirked at him, seeing him so spend up against the wall was a real treat. Soldier noticed your snicker and grabbed you by the arm. He pinned you against the wall he just had been leaning against and kissed you hard. No mister nice guy this time, you liked him when he was rough. He kneeled before you now, pushing your legs apart and started to lick with an agile tongue. You gasped loudly and leaned your head back into you hit the wall, he had you squirming already. This wasn't going at all after plan. He sucked, licked and fingered you until yours legs almost gave up. You begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen to you, before your legs gave up he grabbed them and lifted them onto his shoulders, his hands and arms supporting your backside. He kept on his ministrations until you came hard, crying out loudly with tears in your eyes. Carefully he lifted you from his shoulders and lifted you into the air, back against the wall. You moaned as you felt his thick blunt tip against your opening, you grabbed onto him for leverage, whispering sweet words into his ear. Soldier lowered you swiftly as he thrusts up into you, the feeling was intense. You tried to look into his eyes again, but were only meeting with the offending helmet; you pushed it off his head, not caring if it broke some tiles on the fall. His eyes were steel gray, a gorgeous color that complimented his whole face. His strong nose and square jaw only added to his handsomeness. A real brute, your brute. He captured your lips again, swallowing every moan and vibration coming from you, as he pounded into you. Your fingers ran through his short buzzed hair and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, smelling his musk and tasting his skin. You didn't care if your back was going to hurt later from the friction against the wall, or that you wouldn't be able to move proper until tonight. The way he roughly pounded into you made everything seem so insignificant. Another wave of pleasure hit you hard and threw you over the edge. You threw your head back as you cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders and trembling hard. At the sudden tightness he groaned loudly, it only took a few more thrusts before he came inside of you, still pinned against the tiles behind you. He leaned his forehead against yours, his breath hot against yours. It took a few moments for you to come down from your highs and finally took look at each other. Both smiling tired, but fondly. You trembled a little as he slipped out of you, feeling a bit empty suddenly. He leaned down and gently sat you down on the floor; you gingerly flexed your toes, concluding your legs had fallen asleep under the "exercise" well at least your head was feeling better. Soldier smirked a little at you and you frowned a little in return, but smiled shortly after. "Next time.. I'll wash your back." You teased with a smirk. He didn't say anything, just hummed softly as he picked you up, wrapping towels around you and left the room with a small honest smile on his lips.
Did you changed the point of view at the last moment ? It's mostly "you" but there are few "I" in the middle of the text.
My suggestions: 1) Start the story right at the super awkward shower, where Solly confesses his feelings. Then, you can go into How We Got Here. 2) I'm not asking for 100% verisimilitude in my porn, but the scenario you proposed in this story defies logic. So a person who's been antagonistic towards "you" in every way--and "you" don't like him back in any way, not even in a "he might be a jerk but he's hot"--possible corners "you" in the shoulder and tells "you" he likes "you". And this results in immediate shower sex? What? 3) This may be due to me being a girl, but for me the erotic part of sex more about the feelings involved than the bits grinding together. Also, consider the Theiss Titillation Theory: when it comes to showing something sensual, less is more, because it leaves room for the imagination. (It's why nighties just barely cover one's dignity--it sends the signal "like what you see? There's more if you want it".)
First post on the chan's in this thread, no complaints. Anyway, I tried my hand at writing a Class/You not too long ago and managed to crank one out but since I'm not very confident in my writing I'm not sure if I want to post it. I suppose if I give it a look though and try and tweak it a little, I don't see the harm in letting it be out in the world. What do you guys think?
I have no idea how to respond to other people like 28, but you can let it open here. We are here to help if any problems are stumbled upon!
Go for it, 28! And don't be afraid to ask for a beta if you feel you need another pair of eyes.
Hey, 28 here! I meant to come back last weekend but uh, school and work got in my way. Now that I have some free time and I'm not sleeping it away, I'm going to go ahead and post up my little thing. Being the dummy I am about posting on the chan, I spent longer than I'd like to admit trying to post it here so to make it easy, I threw it onto Pastebin. http://pastebin.com/XdfSCWZR So yeah, have at it.
>>31 That. Just. My. Pants. Very good, I loved it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean my sheets... Captcha: ngshepo RELEASE, Oh I released alright!
Rrrreally tempted to write a Scout/You, seeing as I've done a few before for a different fandom. But, I'm somewhat afraid of my writing level. I believe my attempts would be sufficient enough, but still a little iffy.
You should do it, 33. We could always use more Class/You stuff.
I'm with 34, 33 should totally write it.
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Scout/You, in which, you're female (WIP) #33 here. Okay, so this may not be the best ever, so /please/ don't be too harsh. I’ll post a little bit here for now, and if I get a few positive enough responses, I’ll continue. I didn't have a beta for this, so I'm sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. Hope you enjoy it so far. _________________ He'd been eyeing you up the whole battle. He even took a few shots to the head from the opposing Sniper for his mistake of standing still for too long. And of course, you couldn't just brush it off. "You're hot, alright?" Scout's tone was overly confident, the way he was looking at you a tad over exaggerated. "Besides, you're the only chick here. I ain't bangin' any guys any time soon..." His thoughts and words trailed off, but he quickly regained composure. You didn't know what to say. Sure, a few of your teammates had hit on you, but not as forward as Scout was at this very moment. And that's when he started to step closer to you, that look of determination still etched into his young features. What were you supposed to do? Let the guy come on to you like it was nothing? Then again, he wasn't half bad when he learned to shut up. Those bright grey eyes, twinkling after a successful day of battle. Taut, unmarred skin, hiding the questionable amount of muscle he did have. Your drifting thoughts were interrupted when warm lips met yours. Scout was eager, body already pressed flush against yours, forcing you against a wall. He had a home advantage, you having confronted him in his room. Either way, you didn't mind. The men in this base weren't the only ones particularly frustrated. The lack of more intimate human contact did provide for consistent fantasizing, and at this point, you truly didn't care who filled that role. Scout's hands had found their way about your body. One already tugging up the hem of your uniform shirt, the other's fingers already tangled in your hair. You only pulled away from the kiss to help him pull your shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Scout wasn’t smiling anymore. The childish grin was replaced by something much more intense, lustful. Quite possibly the most serious look you had seen on his face in some time. He unbuttoned your pants, letting his hand slip into your underwear. Your breath hitched and your body went rigid whenever he let his rough fingers slide ever so lightly against the heat pooling between your legs. The breath you held was let out in a prolonged moan, your body relaxing against his yet again as you encircled your arms around his neck. As he applied more pressure, you felt your body begin to quiver. Had it really been that long? Your thoughts went fuzzy whenever you felt a finger slip into you. Scout smirked condescendingly at your high-pitched whine, daring to add another finger. The sensation of having something press into you was almost foreign, but as he used his free hand to yank your pants down lower and set a rhythm, you adjusted to the magnificent feeling. “That feels good, don’t it?†Scout’s voice had an almost feral tone to it as he nudged your head aside to press chaste kisses up your neck. “I can tell, ‘cuz you can barely stand. Your blushin’ all red, too. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen.†He laughed in a more playful manner, the vibration of his voice being felt against your sensitive skin. It felt like a damn electric current was being sent through your body at that point, and you realized you were already getting close. Scout was no idiot. He could tell, and that’s when he pulled away and you gave a frustrated pout. You automatically quit your complaining as he pulled off his own shirt, joining it on the floor with yours. “Now, how ‘bout you return the favor, sweetheart?†Scout sounded as if he were almost challenging you. That was something you’d gladly accept. Before he could even begin to unbuckle his belt, you shooed his hands away, taking up the job yourself. He didn’t refuse and simply watched you go to work, pinning his hands against the wall on either side of your head. You kissed him and slid his pants and boxers down simultaneously, feeling his tongue slip between your lips.
Tease.....
#33 this is looking great so far, please continue.
So, here's the last installment. Again, I had no beta, so I apologize for any grammar/spelling issues. ___________ It was almost comical, the whine of need that drawled out from him once your fingers wrapped around his cock. Deep scarlet brightened up Scout's cheeks as you slowly began to stroke him, his body giving a violent jolt. From his seemingly impenetrable confidence he portrayed just moments ago, this was a satisfying contrast. It really /had/ been a while. You practically had him at your mercy as you slowly descended to your knees, smirking up at him. You could still taste the sweetness of his mouth on your tongue (maybe it was because of all that Bonk he drank...) as you flicked it teasingly over the head of his cock, eliciting another moan, a fluttering of eyelids, and even a quickening of breath. "Oh Lord, just get on with it..." Scout meant to sound demanding, but it was more submissive than anything else. You didn't give him the satisfaction; quite literally. You only took him in a few inches, sucking hard on his aching flesh. Scout bucked his hips forward, a near cry of frustration bubbling up from between those kiss-swollen lips. He dropped a hand down, running his fingers through your hair and taking a handful. You knew his patience was gone now. Scout didn't hesitate, pressing in to the hilt. You tried your best not to gag, placing your hands on his hips. "I hope it feels just as good fuckin' you as it does fuckin' your mouth," Scout croaked, slowly sliding in and out of the wet heat. You could feel his cock nearly press against the back of your throat. His pace increased, as did the volume of his moans. There it was, that familiar tinge of dominance he always liked to show. You would've believed he was getting off on the power he had at the moment more than anything else, if he wasn't blushing so hard. Scout's noises of approval became more frenzied, as did the pace in which he was thrusting into your mouth. That's when you knew it was your cue, pushing him back a bit and standing upright. Scout gave you the same upset pout you had given him in result of deprivation. "Well, we don't want it to be over too soon, do we?" You chimed, practically giggling at his newfound fidgeting. But you didn't protest when he helped remove every conceivable piece of clothing you both still adorned. The required uniforms were in a messy pile on the floor, shoes and hats thrown elsewhere. Scout practically dragged you over to his bed, kissing you as he helped you lay on your back. His mouth was gone, but then felt again as he moved down, licking and sucking on various places of your chest. It earned him a few broken moans and an impatient tugging on his hair. And you knew he'd had just about enough teasing too when he positioned himself between your legs; but it didn’t end there. Scout ground against you, not daring to go any further. You wanted, no, needed more. He leaned down, voice a husky whisper. “That’s what it felt like, waitin’ for you. I saw you every single day, wantin’ to do somethin’ like this and man, I can’t tell you how much better this feels than just the thought of ya, left with my own hand.†You were a bit too distracted by his ministrations to realize what he said. As you tried to process his words, your mentality was completely wiped out again as he pressed against you. Your body resisted him at first, his fingers not having been enough to ready you. Scout rubbed perfectly against every nerve ending inside of you. You barely recognized the ragged hitches of breath and gasps as your own, but definitely recognized his. “Ffffuck...†He sighed as he reared back just enough, then repeated his previous motions. The pressure you both felt only increased as his pace did. You encircled your arms around his deft shoulders, holding him close as he, by now, pounded into you relentlessly. You were getting light headed, in result to your incessant panting. You wanted to say something, anything at all to express the immense bouts of pleasure you were feeling with every movement of his. All that you could manage were a few indiscernible squeaks. He wrapped his own arms around you, blunt nails digging into your skin. It wasn’t as if the slight pain broke the tingling sensation spread throughout your whole being. Deprivation was no mystery. Scout sure did have the stamina of an athlete, but not quite the endurance. Then again, neither did you. “Oh God, Oh God, I think... I-I..†His words were broken and just distinguishable enough for you to understand what he was trying to say. That fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach began to intensify, your whole body quivering. The sensation began to overwhelm your thoughts; you couldn’t help but to cry out as you came. Scout was still going at it, his once guttural moans now raised a few octaves as you convulsed around him. Your eyes fluttered closed, and as soon as you were about to throw a questioning look at him, you felt something warm dripping down your chest and stomach. A smile tugged at your lips as you panted, slowly opening your eyes. Scout was still trying to get a hold of his thoughts, the both of you stuck in a post-orgasmic haze. One that the two of you had longed for, for God knows how long. Scout practically collapsed onto the expanse of bed beside you, face buried in his sheets. You agreed with his muffled statement. “Best. Sex. Ever.â€
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I liked it a lot 33. If you ever want to write some more, you should.
Okay so is it too early to ask for zombie class/you stories or...?
That Scout. That Scout. I need to go change now. I swear I could hear every sound he made, in his voice, in his pitch (ha ha, pitch, bad bad pun material) in everything. I just want you to know that you are doing a freaking fantastic job, please keep going, and if you have any more of these Scoutfics hiding, please bring them to light.
>>44 Oh Lord. Thank you! I wrote both parts pretty quickly, and hoped it would be adequate. Maybe I should write more? I mean, not just with Scout, but I could give other classes a shot.
Yes please do! that was amazing and hot and just... mmmmm~
someday, i hope for a merasmus reader insert fic. one day,,,,,
Me too, 47. me too....
I really like these class & you fics, but why is it always in the missionary position? Everyone knows the pros do it FACE DOWN ASS UP
Like Scout's a pro?
>>50 *slow clap* Request for a robomerc/you? Bonus points if Pyrobot.
>>51 D-D-D-DAYUMMM. But how even would that work? Would any ACTUAL sex go down?
>>52 I was thinking the generic idea of super-seekrit panel on the pelvis where a phallus (most likely a dildo, I suppose) would be conveniently concealed until the panel opens. If anyone has any better ideas they can go for it, I'm just here for some hot robot action.
Seconding this.
For more "And You" fics also check out the saged thread on the chan here http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/583.html , and this is the newer 'And you' request thread: http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/6906.html . I have two of my fics in that second one, at >>33 (Medic and You) and >>48 (Tentaspy and You) Both are gender neutral and consensual. Enjoy!
God dammit >>47 I should not want but-
Hey it's 28 again. Would anyone be opposed to a Pyro/You because I might write one soon.
>>57 I for one am not. These threads need more Pyro-lovin'.
And demoman! Never forget the black Scottish cyclops!
Hello, This will be my first "Class and you" Fic. It's you and Medic, Gender Female. Please critique so I can improve where needed. Thank you! "Have a taste" Ever since the company decided that shower time should be limited to 7:30-8:30 every day to save water and money, you have been in a predicament. The team only had a short hour of time to clean themselves before the pipes in the open shower room would be cut off, this meant everyone on the team had to shower together, and you being the only woman mercenary didn’t want to expose yourself to the 8 men. That’s why as soon as the battle was over the next day, you found yourself grabbing a towel from your room and headed your way to medic’s office while the others were celebrating today’s victory. Medic had a private shower in his office that he had his patients use if they got bloody during operations, it made cleanup much faster after all. And the Doc wouldn’t mind if you just used it, you convinced yourself as you quietly snuck your way into the medical bay. The doc acted very friendly to you after all, and sometimes during basic checkups he would like to idly chat with you about personal life and things you had in common with the man. You were both on good terms, you thought as you made your way to the bathroom next to his office, and closed the door silently behind you. The private bathroom was small, sink facing the door and the toilet next to it. On the left wall was the shower, and as you began to strip your sweaty smelly clothes off you couldn’t help but entertain the thought of medic catching you in his shower. You had to admit that you secretly found the man attractive, after all. Admiring him over the months since you first joined, and every once in awhile you would wake early in the morning, finding yourself hot and bothered, just to satisfy yourself and whimper out his name, as if the man himself was pleasing you with those skilled hands of his. You found yourself musing this again as you turn the hot water on and step inside. Closing your eyes you imagine the heavenly hot water running down your back and sides were the doc’s hands, running down your body. ‘Get cleaned up first girl’ you think to yourself as you reach for the shampoo and began to scrub your hair. Still though your mind lingered on him, the sound of his accent, smell of his cologne with a hint of aftershave, the way his touch lingered on you gently during check-ups. After rinsing the shampoo off and coating your hair with conditioner, you were unable to help yourself. Reach a hand down to your nether regions, you close your eyes and began stroke your clit, a light moan escaping you. You imagined it was him, teasing your womanhood, pleasing you. As you began to rub yourself harder you lean yourself against the tile wall, whimpering out his name. You were so engrossed with pleasing yourself with hand and imagination, you did not hear the clicking of boots approach the bathroom door. Again you whimper out the medics name as you reached your hand down further, slipping a finger into your aching opening and began to use both hands, one rubbing your clit the other massaging the inside of you. Your breath was hot and filled with need as slowly the sensations began to rise up, causing your legs to shudder silently. As the finger inside you brushed against that oh so sensitive spot, you lean against the tile wall for support, facing the blue shower curtain. You were getting close, spreading your legs wider while fingering yourself and rubbing your clit in a circular motion. So close, and you beg for medic to give you more and more, stuttering out the pleads as your imagination started to run away with the sensations. Finally you hit climax, and you let out a guttered groan of the Doc’s name as you rubbed yourself slowly through the waves of pleasure. After getting your breathing even, you sigh, and reach for the bar of soap to finish. That’s when a familiar chuckle reached your ears. You yelp, squeezing the soap out of your hand and nearly falling to the tub with it. While your body froze, your heart and mind was racing. You recognized that laugh, you have heard it many times before when Medic had made you yelp during your first check up with him, his hands without the gloves were cold after all. Swallowing hard, you reach your hand to slowly pull back the curtain and peek, only to come to find your heart pounding so hard you thought it would burst. There was medic, a handsome smile on his face with a brow raised. This however, wasn’t enough to cause your heart to react like it did. The man was also almost naked, his battle worn clothes folded neatly and lying on the large bathroom counter against the right wall and his boots tucked into the corner by the door. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of light blue boxer shorts, and the medic chuckled again as you caught yourself gazing at the semi-hard bulge in them. God he was gorgeous for his age, toned muscles from the war showed lightly through his pale olive toned skin, and what seemed to be the slight hinting of a 6 pack in his stomach. You began to feel the heat in your cheeks from embarrassment shoot down to your lower regions causing you to bite your bottom lip. Medic saw that and he chuckled once again, his half lidded light blue gaze boring into your eyes with a look that could be only described as lust. “Haffing fun my dear?†He asked, his German accent husky as it revealed just how turned on he was. The sound of it however raced through your body, giving you more heat to your groin. Only he could get this want out of you after you had just finished masturbation. Medic licked his lips before taking a step forward to the shower, hooking his thumb into his boxers. “You did not ask permission to use mein showah…†he continued, pulling the boxers down a bit until your eyes could see the beginning of his shaft, nestled in dark brown curly hair. “I-I’m sorry…†you stutter, moving you gaze back up to his as he came right up to the shower curtain. Reaching one of his hands to the curtain and pulling it aside. His eyes shamelessly roamed over your naked body, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath until he reached a hand to cup your face and said “Breath.†From the way he was looking at you, the way his thumb ran over your bottom lip told you that he knew he had you. After all, how long was the man standing in the bathroom to hear you call out his name? You blush further as you realize it must have been a bit if he had entered and had enough time to take off his clothes. The medic stepped into the shower with his boxers on, not caring if they got wet as he pulled the curtain closed before leaning into you to press a soft kiss to your lips. “No need to apologies…†he said, again the husk in his accent racking over you.â€I zhink we both need zhis ja? Now zhen…†and he moved his hands to your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. “Haff a taste.†You squint up at him, watching the steaming water fall onto his head as he looked back down at you. Damn his eyes were gorgeous. You trail your gaze down until you are looking at his soaking wet boxers, the boner concealed inside now very visible against the sopping under garment. Nervously you reach your hands up to hook your fingers into the elastic waist band and began to slowly pull them down. Once the boxers pooled at his feet, you look at his now completely hardened manhood seeming to stand at attention. It was a bit longer and thicker than you imagined, and while a little bit of panic settled in your gut about its size, you also licked your lips. Because you can’t help but imagine how good it is going to feel inside. Without a second thought, you reach your hand up and stroke medic’s dick from the base of the shaft to the tip. After hearing a grunt above you, you get a little bolder and lean in to give the head a little lick. This time, the medic didn’t react and you realized he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of hearing him moan so soon. Seeing that as a challenge, you rap your lips around the head, spit and water making it easy for your tight lips to slowly move forward and take as much of him in your mouth as you can. Hearing his breath hit’s you can’t help but chuckle as your tongue rolls under his shaft and you suck him lightly. His hands went down to your wet hair, gripping it as best as he can as you began to hum, knowing the vibrations from your mouth mixed with the light sucking and tongue massaging is driving him crazy. After a few moments of this, you pull your head back and swallow him back down again, this time starting to properly suck him off. The doc sighs and leans against the tile wall, head tilting back as bliss began to overtake him. He’s petting your head as you work, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you began to hum around him again. Then, you pull your head back, and while sucking on the head, rut your tongue over the light opening at his tip. Medic gasps and yelps our name. You do it again, and this time he bucks his hips almost violently, hands coming to smack the wet tile wall behind him. “Ach… Not so much†He said, breathing a bit heavily. You smirk up at him. “Why not?†and again you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tracing the edge of folded skin with your tongue slowly before rutting it again against the tip. The next thing you know, his hands are under your arms, yanking you to your feet with surprising strength. He pushes you against the tile wall under the shower head, kissing with a passion you haven’t felt in years. You reach your arms around him, gripping his slick wet body close to yours as your tongue mingles with his. After a moment, Medic moves his mouth away, resting his forehead on yours to gaze into you eyes. You once again find yourself trapped by the color in his, stunning, seeming to look through your soul. Feeling a hand travel down your stomach brought you out of the depth of his eyes, looking down at what he was doing just as his middle finger came between your legs and very lightly stroked your clit. You couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped you, and medic chuckled at seeing you reach a hand up to cover your mouth. “Nein… let me hear you…†He said, reaching his free hand to grab your wrist and pin it above your head, right next to the shower head. “Nobody vill hear us… bitte.†Again his middle finger stroked you, with a little more pressure than before and again you gasp. He let go of your hand as the sound morphed into a moan as he began to rub with vigor, smirking at you as he did. You wrapped your arms around him again, resting your forehead against his chest as you began to paint and moan, hips twitching as he sped up that circular motion he set on your clit. After a moment his hand moved away, and you whimpered. “Beg for mich…†He said, voice low as his breath ghost across your neck. “Like before, bitte, beg for mich….†“Medic please…†you whine, trailing your hands down his back, running with the steaming water. “Give me more… please…†That seemed to be enough for him. Medic’s hands came under your legs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall. You bite your lip as you feel the tip of his erection brushing against your entrance. You squirm, legs locked around his hips. “Oh God please, just take me already!†His hands moved up to your hips, and gently he began to push you down onto him. You groan as he filled you, a bit painful at first but as he let you adjust to his size you kissed him, letting him know to continue. Medic pulled out slowly before ramming into you with a sudden aggressive force that made you yelp. You grip onto him, unable to do anything but holding yourself up as medic pounded into you, His grunts and heavy breathing mixing with yours. “Mein Gott, du bist so tight“He groaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and giving them a rough squeeze. His head dipped to your neck, sucking over the vein and biting, teeth running over your wet skin as he continued to ram into you. You tilt your head back, letting him have full access to your neck, not caring if a hickey was going to be left there afterwards. As his pace increased and your moans began to grow crazy he babbled German into your ear, hot breath mixing with the steam of the shower and when he bit your hear lobe. Then he pressed you harder against the wall, and moved his hands to your knees, shifting them up higher on his waste, going deeper. That was it for you, He was ramming into that spot now, over and over, making you cry out his name. He groaned, moving his head up to capture your mouth in a deep kiss, muffling your cries. One more thrust and you were pushed over the edge, breaking the kiss to shout as he continued to pound you, then pulled out just as he came, seed spilling on your stomach. After you both had calmed down, Medic lowered you back to your feet, chuckling one more time as your knees wobbled and you leaned against him. He bent over to pick up the soap, lathering his hands and began to rub your shoulders, washing you tenderly. “I understand vhy you used mein showah.“ He said, kissing your forehead. “But next time, ask bitte.“ You closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder as he cleaned you off. “I’ll ask… if that means you can join again.†And medic laughed. “Only if you let me, mein dear.â€
captcha: ENGINEER onterbsc What? No, this is a Medic fic. Anyway good job Lil. Can't have enough Medic
I liked it. It's really good for a first fic. Few things bothered me : First, I don't think you used a beta because there is some typpo and mistakes, but it's not really notable. You used past instead of present during the porn, for example. Second, the wall of text in the first part. It's annoying to read the wrong line because they are to close from eachother. And finally, I think the character is too much in love at the first place. If she was attracted to the medic to the point she masturbate daily thinking of him, she wouldn't have waited this shower to sleep with him. That's about all I have to say, but I say it again, I really enjoyed your fic.
May I humbly request some Merasmus X You?
Just in case I do something wrong, I'm going to go ahead and say this: "I'm a newbie 'round here. First time posting anything. So, if I screw up/do something wrong, I apologize ahead of time." I've never posted any of my works here, but I have a couple of Class x You fics laying around I might toss up. Granted, of course, the thread is still alive when I manage to gather up the courage.
You should post them, 64. We could always use some new stuff!
More Scout x You, please!
Secconded!
>>64 Please do post them, it'll help the thread live!
I'd like to request a Heavy x you with Heavy domming the reader. Maybe with spanking involved? Please?
Seconding >>69 hard as hell.
Seconding 63. I really, really want to write Merasmus x you but I'm really not confident with my own writing. I hope someone writes it!
Thirding 69 and 70, but if it doesn't get done I'm doing it myself
None of these class x you fics are ever written for the men. This saddens my penis. Maybe we could have some Bottom!soldier x you fics? Eh? Eeeeeh? no okay whatever seconding 63.
Come on, you guys, I really want some Heavy porn! Let's make this thread happen!
Hello tf2chan. I've just discovered you recently and after reading a lot of wonderful fics I've been inspired to try writing my own you/class story. I've already got a lot of ideas I've been playing with. You/Engie pet-play anyone? I'm thinking of making a second installment if people like it story enough, maybe with Heavy? If anyone is willing to beta for me it would be a bonus.
like *the* story enough whoops.
>>73 seconding very much. More bottomsolly.
Hurr durr, my first class/you fic. Actually this is my first TF2 fic ever; don’t know what that says about me. I’m not completely satisfied with this but I’ll never post anything if I keep agonizing over the details. I admit that I'm a bit intimidated by all the great stories that are on here. If I can be half as good as some of you guys I'd be happy. Would love to get a beta for my later work, feel free to leave constructive feedback! Engineer/You (female) Pet-play -------------- Darling Pt 1 Today seemed more stressful than usual. You had managed to spill hot coffee on yourself at breakfast, which made you late for the mission as you had to change into a clean outfit. Then somehow, everything you did seemed to go wrong. It didn’t help that RED lost and you had been killed three times. Hopefully everyone else on the team had been too busy dying to notice how incompetent you were. Once again you prove yourself wrong. Engineer catches your eye and purses his lips. You couldn’t help but chew your lip and look downcast. Of all people, you didn’t want to let Engineer down. Once everyone gets back in the base to patch up and complain you carefully slip away from the group. You feel like shit, you need to get away from the negativity and cool off. Your feet carry you to Engineer’s room and you hesitantly knocked on the door. “Engineer..?†He must be inside, there’s a shuffle of feet on the floor and the door cracks open. Your eyes meet and you tilt your head slightly to the right. He knows why you’re here. “Git in here.†Engineer opens the door wide enough for you to slip into his room. It’s fairly spacious and orderly, except for the desk where blueprints seem to be haphazardly placed. You like it though; sometimes you look at the contents of his desk even though you don’t understand any of it. Engineer walks to his nightstand and opens the bottom drawer; he pulls out a black bag and sets in on the bed. Without a word you start stripping and you set your clothes in a neat pile on the floor. “Saw you take a real beatin’ today.†Engineer remarks with a tone of disapproval. You know he means well. Sometimes he seems like a protective brother with how he treats you. The thought slips away as he turns around holding a collar in his gloved hand. You close the distance and he slips the collar around your throat before putting your hands into pawed gloves. The gloves force you to curl your hands into fists. You won’t need them for tonight anyways. He finishes the ensemble by slipping pads on your knees and you help him by lifting each leg. You breathe deeply and go down on your hands and knees. The position feels so natural; you wonder why you don’t do this all the time. Your head feels clearer now, any thoughts of the day are gone and you’re filled with joy. Master was going to play with you tonight. “Darlin’.†You look up to your master, eyes wide and bright. You’re ready to play and be played with. “I think ya need a bath.†You bark in reply, you love getting baths from Master! He motions to a large plastic basin at the other side of the room. He has it just for these occasions. You trot over and climb in while Engineer grabs a bucket filled with soapy water. He expected you to come tonight. He kneels by the tub and takes a wet sponge to your skin. It’s cool and refreshing after a long day. “Now hold still so I can git ya clean.†It’s nice getting a bath from Master. He’s gentle as he rubs you down with the sponge. He takes the time out of his busy day to clean you and care for you. If you’re a good girl he’ll even give you a treat after the bath! Engineer starts washing your upper body then moves down to clean your legs. You can’t help but whimper as he cleans your butt and crotch, he’s especially careful to clean you around there. Once you’ve gotten washed he hums in approval. “Alright, that’s a good girl.†He sets a towel on the floor and you crawl out of the basin. You start shaking your body and Engineer quickly wraps another towel around your torso. “Calm down Darlin’, yer getting water everywhere.†It only takes a few minutes for him to dry you. You yip and bark happily to show your appreciation. Engineer pets your head and scratches behind your ear; he looks pleased at how well-behaved you were. “Good girl.†He takes a biscuit out of a pocket on his coveralls and holds it out to you. You immediately grab the treat with your mouth and eat it. Crumbs fall to the ground but you’re too happy to care. You can hear your master laugh softly and he runs a hand through your hair. “I should give ya yer tail before taking ya for a walk.†Oh yes! Of course, what puppy would go anywhere without their tail? You bark more and wiggle your butt and Engineer goes to retrieve the finishing touch for his pup. This is Master’s favorite part, he loves giving you your pretty tail. When Master comes back he has a plug with a luxurious brown tail attached to it. /This/ was your tail, and you loved wearing it. You suddenly feel proud to be owned by such a loving and attentive master. “Come on now.†He beckons to you with a finger and you can’t be more excited. You bark and paw at your master’s leg playfully. He grabs your butt and turns you around, you’re wiggling eagerly and your master shushes you. “Stay still Darlin’. Otherwise I can’t put yer tail in.†It takes all your concentration to stop wriggling, you can’t help being excited! You’re already panting and trembling from all the energy that was surging through you. What was it like being a human again? It was so much better being Master’s puppy. All your nervous energy causes you to continue fidgeting as Master carefully lubes the plug and your ass. The sensations in your backside weren’t enough to keep you from noticing a shiny object lying on Master’s desk. Even though you could only see the tip of it you recognize the object, it was one of your chew toys. Your frantic twitching and barking was making things a little difficult for Engineer and he lightly but firmly slaps your bottom. “Darlin’…†You whimper, the tone of Master’s voice told you that he was annoyed. You stop fidgeting and rest your upper body on the floor. “That’s better.†He’s finally able to slowly push the plug into you and you whimper. Though the feeling is familiar you’re never really prepared for it. It’s a nice full feeling and Master is always careful to not move too fast. He makes a satisfied noise and you perk up. Now you could take a walk with Master! Of course, there was one last thing needed. Engineer finds your leash and attaches it to your collar. Now you were ready. -------------- I'm not sure if I want to make this smutty. I had planned to but it feels a little off? Eh. /Not like I'm writing this more for my own amusement nope./
finally. Someone writes something for a Class/You thread. My hat goes off to you, even if engie isn't my thing :3
>>79 Oh my, I'm loving this ... please do keep going, even if it's only for your own amusement.
May I request another scout/you fic? or really, any scout het.
Wee, I managed to get this done! -------------- Darling Pt 2 “We’re gonna walk to the garage. Don’t be too loud now, can’t have ya disturbing the team.†You bark in reply, eager to obey Master. You’d be good and quiet; otherwise Master might get in trouble! The two of you leave his room. It’s gotten quiet in the base and only the sound of your padded hands and knees and Engineer’s boots can be heard. You sniff at the air and try to detect the scents of any other people. Sadly your nose isn’t as keen as a real dog’s but the thought doesn’t occur to you. Engineer leads you on a familiar path and you wind up outdoors. When you start to fall behind, he tugs on the collar a little to maintain a brisk pace. Very soon you see the door to Master’s special work place. You can’t help but bark and wag your tail as the doorknob clicks. Master leads you in and the door closes, it takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the workshop. It smells like oil and grease and you cough. Engineer removes your leash and lets you wander around the room. You’re good and don’t put your nose in places it doesn’t belong. He’s trained you on how to behave while he works. Engineer quickly busies himself at his desk. You spot one of your chew toys sitting on the doggy bed placed near your master’s work area. It only takes you second to scamper over and grab the toy with your teeth. The soft rubber gives way but retains its shape as you play with it. Engineer is content to listen to your playful growls; it’s nice to not spend the night alone. It was a little strange how the arrangement between you and Engineer started. There’d been some flirting, sidelong glances, hands lingering on shoulders a little longer than necessary. You had finally blurted out your desire for something more than camaraderie and Engineer couldn’t have been more relieved. On one of your outings he had expressed a desire to have a pet, even though it was too impractical to take care of a domestic animal on the base. You had jokingly replied that you could always pretend to be his pet. It’d been a joke at first, yet the idea stuck. It came up multiple times and it seemed like a harmless experiment. You’d heard that other people had done the same thing to make their sex lives more interesting. It was awkward at first with you on all fours, acting like a dog. It hadn’t been as satisfying as you would have liked. Soon though, it became a more frequent activity. A deep sense of trust and understanding developed between yourself and Engineer. He was the loving and attentive Master, you the faithful and affectionate pup. It was comforting, a brief release from reality that you both enjoyed. You grow bored of the chew toy after an hour or so. The building is quiet except for the wind that rattled the windows and the clicking of metal parts coming from Engineer’s work table. It’s enough to make you feel a little lonely. Master doesn’t mind when you nuzzle your face against his thigh. He’s so warm! You make snuffling noises and rest your head on Engineer’s lap. He slowly pets your head and continues working. Just being at his side is enough to make you happy. Hours slowly pass, before long you fall into a light slumber while listening to your master working. Sometimes you wake up when he shifts around and pats your head. As much as you want to stay awake, it gets harder as the night goes on. Even a puppy needs her rest. You pull yourself away from Engineer and plop onto your doggy bed. It’s soft and a little lumpy but it’s good enough for a nap. It only feels like a few minutes before you’re woken up. Master says it’s time to go back, to which you reply with a wag of your tail and a bark. He looks tired but satisfied, Master works so hard for the team! You nudge at his butt with your head; you want him to know how much everyone appreciates his effort. At least you do. Only after running circles around Master are you ready to leave. He puts you back on the leash and it takes some effort on Engineer’s part to keep you from running off. You’re excited to have Master pet and cuddle you tonight! “Quiet, quiet…†Engineer shushes you and scratches your neck before letting you back in his room. You’re tempted to jump on the bed but you know Master won’t like that. Puppies are only allowed on the bed if Master says so. You sit on the floor and wait for him. He takes his time washing himself and taking off his work clothes. You start fidgeting and barking impatiently, you know Master likes to test your patience. You’ll be a good girl though! Even if you want to get on the bed before Master does. Finally after what seems like ages Engineer crawls into bed. He breathes deeply and looks to where you’re sitting. He’s got a smirk on his face as if he’s thinking about making you sleep on the floor tonight. You know Master though, he’d let you sleep on the bed. “Come on.†He pats the sheets and you let out an excited bark before scrambling onto the bed. It’s a little hard but you manage to pull yourself up. Engineer is lying there, holding his mechanical hand out. You yip and growl while pressing your cheek against it. It’s cold but you don’t mind, it’s still a part of Master. He ruffles your hair with his other hand before pulling you closer. “You were a good girl tonight.†His warm hand starts caressing your body, it makes you shiver. It’s relaxing but exciting at the same time. It doesn’t help that Master gives special attention to your thighs. He wants you to turn over so he can look at your tail. “Mhmm.†He only makes an approving noise as he examines the tail. You let out a whimper when Engineer starts playing with it. Master always teases you; he knows how sensitive your body can be. The plug slides out, and then goes back it. The friction is enough to make heat pool in your lower abdomen. Master can tell that you’re getting aroused. His free hand goes to your inner thigh. Those thick, rough fingers don’t waste any time getting to your crotch. “Are you in heat Darlin’? You’re pretty wet here.†His index finger lightly rubs your labia and slowly goes inside. He clicks his tongue as if he was disappointed. “Guess it can’t be helped, yer still a bitch after all.†You only pant in reply; of course you’re wet when Master starts fingering your pussy. Engineer encourages you by rubbing the back of your neck; at least he won’t tease you for much longer. You can feel his erection pressing against your leg. Even though you’re a puppy, you’re old enough to breed. Master said he was looking for a stud to breed you with to have babies. You’re not sure how serious he is about it since he always takes it on himself to satisfy your urges. “You ready?†It almost sounds like a purr when Engineer asks. You bark and nod. He sits up and you get on your hands and knees while sticking your butt in the air. Your master keeps touching your legs while admiring the view. You’ve been very obedient and he was going to reward you. He gives your ass a few good squeezes before getting behind you. “Should really get a nice stud for ya.†Maybe, if he’s willing to let someone else fuck you. Before you can make any reply to the comment you let out a too human sounding moan when he puts his penis in. You bite your lip and steady yourself. Master felt good inside you! He starts moving his hips and you’re panting harder, he’s filling you nicely. How could any stud be better than Master? Soon enough Engineer sets a good pace and you’re pushing against him. The heat in your belly slowly spreads and intensifies. Your master praises you even as he tries to stifle his own sounds of pleasure. “Good girl, good girl.†He manages to groan while petting your side. As much as you’re both enjoying mating it’s obvious that Engineer wasn’t going to last much longer. You whimper louder, hoping that he’ll be kind and help you orgasm before he’s done. Sometimes you don’t get to climax while mating and you can’t do anything unless Master lets you. Tonight he’s in a good mood and he rubs your clit, he’ll let you cum. Master is so generous. Just as you’re reaching your climax Engineer lets out a low groan and you can feel him release inside you. Thank god you’re taking birth control; even if you both fantasize about having babies, it’d suck even more to lose your jobs. Even though Master was done, he manages to tease you to your orgasm. It’s warm and tingly and you bark happily once you have the energy for it. You would have been content getting off the bed and sleeping on the floor but Engineer doesn't tell you to leave the bed. He pulls back the sheets and snuggles in before motioning for you to do the same. It’s warm; you wriggle and smile at your master. You love him so much, so a few licks to the face are enough express your feelings. “Calm down, sleep.†He chuckles and pets your head again before cuddling you. This was nice, it felt right. Nothing could be better than having Master hold you like this. You both sleep and you dream about living in a big house that had a big backyard with Master. At this moment, everything was perfect. -------------- Welp, that’s it! I rushed the story a little I think, I just have a lot of other ideas I want to work on. I hope that others can enjoy this story even a little, I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to all the old request threads I’ve got a bottom!Solly fic planned, I know a few of you guys have been wanting something along those lines so I’m looking forward to more feedback on my next story. It’ll be another quick and dirty fic. I like to think that if nothing else this is a good opportunity to hone my skills on smut writing and eventually become a famous erotic fiction writer. Totally not going to pull a Fifty Shades of Grey or nothin’. Nope.
Heavyxyou please
84 goddamit sage! i got excited1
>>73 I have a CBSxMale!reader in mind, but I'm not really sure if I should put it up. You want somf classxMale!reader, though. I apologise for not saging, but I want to get some opinions in. Can I get some thoughts, please?
>>86 A CBSxYou would be very nice ! Do you project to make it consenting or not ?
I plan to make it a non-con, but more mentally dominant, not physically dominant until a little later in the piece. (Once again I apologise for not saging; I want to pull in a couple more opinions)
>>88 http://pjmedia.com/tatler/files/2012/10/i_m_ok_with_this__n1296497202304__super.png
yes good!
*sob* why did I forget to sage!
Annoyed at 84 for not saging, but I second their "HeavyXYou" idea.
We really do need some HeavyxYou up in here. And DemoxYou.
lactating!femHeavy/fem!Reader, please. Including age-play and breast-feeding.
Maybe DemoxYou? Could you possibly have Demo be romantic? I know he has another to him. Though just a thought..
Just had a thought, guys. I'm posting the bunnies here because it may be a first person "you" format... One of Demo's taunts is that he' shagging the Medic's wife, right? According to most headcanons, including Makani and others, the wife fleshes out as a strong willed character that may or may not be a beard. Thie thought that just crossed my mind is this: what if she wasn't? Not awful Mary-Sue of some such drek, but a genuinely repressed 60s woman cast into a life she never expected, with a man she hadly knows?
>>73 >>78 I third this. Reader X Bottom!solly please. Guys want to have sex with the mercs too
Or maybe a secret fling where the "You" character is actually Medic's wife and how she easily tricks Medic with the good old "I'm working late tonight" gig. Then she just scampers off and goes to Demoman.
why are you guys not saging please
I don't know how to sage. Sorry.
Type sage in the email field, that's all you have to do.
If the people from the previous thread are reading this, I'm really sorry for not saging earlier; I've only been on this site a few times and have yet to grow used to new rules. Also, I'm afraid I can’t sage this time: Introducing a Merasmus x You. Please do not read if you’re very sensitive to Satanism (I've tried to reduce it as much as possible) because this involves familiar spirits, which are considered demons. I'm sorry if it’s bad, but I tried my best. Again, many apologies for my earlier actions, I hope you forgive me with the help of this. Merasmus x You, gender-ambiguous. Bonding Sessions You watch from your seat as Merasmus ends his presentation at 3 p.m. sharp, eyes trained on the magician as he promptly makes his exit to the back of the ballroom’s stage, to wear you are waiting. You can feel the concealed nervousness of his as it fades away completely, leaving behind pride of completion and grudges for a certain RED—a so-called familiar before you were summoned. You stand up just as he gestures for you to do so. “Nice speech there, Mer’,†you comment, clapping and feigning oblivion of your nickname for him. Both your steps sound simultaneously as you head back to the inn through the staff door. From behind, you can hear the crowd as their cheers died and they filtered out to quickly attend the next presentation. Something about Fedris the Enchanter, you recall. But then again, Merasmus doesn’t care, so neither do you. The magician ignores the pet name, instead giving you a nod. “Merasmus will have to thank you for the calm encouragement and memory assistance on stage just now, Familiar,†he says, “I was concerned on whether those wizards and witches would not bother listening to Merasmus-†“… but that would be their loss.†you completed for him. “Hey, I’m your familiar, what did you expect?†You elbow him gently, playfully. “A hound or a cat, some kind of animal, like most familiars are depicted as,†Merasmus does not miss a beat. You stop in your tracks, but he doesn’t. This time you catch no readable emotion, much to your annoyance. As his familiar, you know you could mirror his thoughts, his feelings, even his actions. This is just plain bothersome. You swiftly teleport beside him as he unlocks the room of Econo Suites Inn you two have booked. “When are you going to stop using that blocking spell I thought you and accept that I chose a human form?†you ask in frustration as you follow in close behind, flicking your wrist to shut and lock the door. As you pass him, you swiftly snatch his skull hat off his head casually. It stares at you. “Once you give a reasonable explanation for choosing such a form, Spirit,†the wizard simply replies, propping his staff against the wall beside the bed. It’s the same words you heard over and over again since the summoning and the pact. “I’ve told you, Mer’, it’s convenient,†you sigh, placing the hat down on the dressing table with a soft ‘clunk’. From the back of the room, the Bombinomicon's voice rings. “Ey! You two are back! Perfect timing, too, me and /Baby Cakes/ hereâ€â€”it says the inanimate cookbook’s name with sickly sweet affection—“were just thinkin' of trying out a new recipe. Right, Cakes?†The cookbook says nothing. The bomb book chortles agreeably and looks back at you. If it had a proper mouth it would be grinning. “Ey, whaddya say, buddy?†“ I'm now afraid to eat confectioneries,†you murmur absent-mindedly, tugging the dark scarf and satchels off a reluctant wizard of yours—would it pain him to be more casual? Your thoughts are loud and clear as you forced him to sit on the bed: ‘/How long is the cookbook illusion going to last again?/’ ‘/As long as it takes for him to quieten down,/’ His are just as lucid, and some part of you is calm that you can read his thoughts once more. You roll your eyes. ‘/Good thinking, soon he’ll be quoting poems instead./’ He glares at you. You glare back. “Ey, why so quiet over there?†the Bombinomicon interrupts the small argument before it has the chance to grow. “Come on, I thought four people in one room would be chatting more than that.†“You are not a person, Bombinomicon, and neither is the cookbook.†Merasmus answers nonchalantly as he tries to disregard you tugging his outer robe off, revealing a simple brown shirt and long pants underneath. You feel him—physically and psychologically—freeze at your touch when your fingers brushed against the bare skin of his arm. It makes you smirk and you run a hand down from his shoulder to wrist, feeling a ghost of a sensation mirroring his perfectly. Then he blocks you out again. “Oi,†you chide, lifting his chin as that he has to look at you. No emotion. “Quit locking me out.†“You have no right to command Merasmus,†the wizard replies. Satisfaction briefly fills you when you hear an internal struggle through his voice. “I am your master.†You straddle him, pinning him down before he can escape. “And I'm the demon who gave you powers,†you smirk. There is a tingling sensation at your fingertips, where they make contact with the magician’s shoulders. It spreads down your hands and up your arms. “Barrier. Down. Now.†Merasmus curses under his breath. He hates losing; you both know that, and you both know he can feel your cockiness right now as you slowly drain his magic, breaking the spell bit by bit. But he is not going down without a fight: He pushes you off suddenly, but careful enough not to harm you lest he shares the pain. But you persist, and it breaks out into a silent fight of pushing and slapping hands away. It would have been almost comical if not for your threat on taking back the magic gift you granted him. The next thing you know, he is hovering above you, skull hat knocked off and pinning you down without magic by your wrists. “Ey, err, you two need my help?†the Bombinomicon quickly asks, panicked and bewildered. You glance at it from the corner of your eyes, shooting it a confident grin. “Nope, I know this guy like the back of my hand.†You focus back on him. “Watch.†“Do not act so cocky about Merasmus, Familiar-†He is cut off the moment you lift your head up and pressed your lips against his, slipping a hand out of his grip and around his neck to hold him there. The barrier instantly falls, and you are flooded with surprise, sour defeat and, after you pull him down, lust. His thoughts are so muddled that they distract you and you break the kiss. Heartbeats pass silently, Merasmus and you still and stunned. But a low whistle from the Bombinomicon manages to rouse you two out of your dazed states. You grin. “Remind me to never stun /you/ again,†“Didn’t you claim you knew me better?†he retorts with a raised brow. “Well, I do know somebody’s hard,†you shot back, lifting your knee. His breath hitches ever so softly. You see a faith blush colouring his cheeks and his previous demeanour fades when he chuckles lowly. With a curt flick of his wrist, green magic consumes the two recipe books—with the bomb book startled and crying out in confusion of what was going on—and empty air is left behind. He focuses back onto you, grey-blue eyes glinting with dark desires. “Very well, since you've driven Merasmus that far...†He shifts, settling between your legs and before leaning on his forearms. He plants delicate kisses on your collarbone and up, stopping at your jawline. “Let us bond closer for tonight, Familiar,†“Gladly.†you smirk despite your trembling, tilting your head to press your lips against his, slipping your tongue inside. As much as you enjoyed the taste of coffee on his tongue (strange how something you shared could taste completely different in someone else’s mouth) you yearn for more, something more... him. Hands fumble with your wizard robes, a similar—albeit smaller—of his. Cool air and warm contact kisses your exposed skin as he strips you hurriedly, pressing his hard erection between your legs and grinding against you. You could have mistaken his lust for your own, but you do not care, and neither does he as you tear at his now-annoying shirt and pants with magic; it easily slits the fabric under your fingertips. Clothes are thrown haphazardly off the bed and before you know it, he is kissing a wet, sloppy trail down your body. Arousal and lust both accelerate the lower he gets to your aching parts. Then, something warm and wet drags itself along you bottom up, leaving you wetter than ever. It leaves you cold and neglected for a second, but returns, accompanied by a pair of fingers, slick with saliva. You claw at the sheets and moan freely as he sinks the duo digits into you slowly, holding you down with magic the moment your hips thrust unconsciously. Your fingers are getting slick with sweat from your palm, and strangely warm as a familiar foreign taste touches the tip of your tongue. Merasmus hums contentedly as he uses his mouth on you, eating you up with various, skilled licks and sucks. His fingers move in time with his mouth and tongue, preparing you, teasing you while his free hand strokes you lovingly. You grunt when he twists them deeper, and gather up enough strength to grasp his thick shaft with magic. He gasps, then releases a prolonged moan against you, sending shivers of pleasure through, both his sensations and yours. You both are almost synchronized in reactions and sensation. Whimpers escape your lips when his fingers hit a certain spot within you, and you swallowed back a cry. Your magic gripping his length intensifies for several seconds before calming back down, much like your body tensing and relaxing. Merasmus can easily feel your pleasure, deliciously mixed with his own haze, and soon the bliss he feels becomes sharp and sweet. You are near; he pulls away. You barely have time to recover from your dazed state, eyes half-lidded, lips apart, chest heaving with every pant. Your forehead and neck are sweaty, and so is his. You can smell his musk as he shifts closer. Magic lifts your trembling legs up, exposing you completely, but you are too disoriented to register the magic binds that hold you in position. “Merasmus?†you ask weakly. “Master, what are you...!†You do not get the chance to complete your words; the magician fills you with a single thrust. Pleasure sparks and washes over you as he starts moving, pushing himself further and stretching you, leaving only incoherent words for you to cry out. You can feel the delight of being enveloped in a tight, wet and hot space and having it stroke billows of pleasure through you, as he can feel the bliss of being filled inside. He hissed through clenched teeth, then relaxes enough to release a breathy moan; he slouches above you, and you curl your arms around his neck to draw him close for a hard, sloppy kiss. You can strongly taste yourself on his tongue. You groan. Suddenly, the intensity of the wonderful sensations spike up when Merasmus fondles with your most sensitive parts with his own magic, glowing a soft neon green. It massages your nipples and your nether regions which he cannot pay a fair amount of attention to, too occupied with his thrusts into you and shifting to caress your neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, you are free to do what you can, only once you push past the thick haze of billowing bliss. With each thrust, a stronger wave consumes you; with each wave, you can swear you are leaking so much juice. His pace hastens, becoming more erratic as he pushes in deeper, and he moans freely. Soon, you gain enough coherencies to mirror his trick: your magic glows around his nipples and cock. The fun is doubled, it seems. And soon it is far too much for you. White lights blind you as you cried out Merasmus‘ name in pure ecstasy. Your entire body tenses up as you cum messily, before going limp, the waves of pleasure slowly and gradually dying down. He cums just a split second after you do, thrusting his deepest inside of you and filling you with warm, sticky juices. He nearly collapses from the overwhelming sensation, but fortunately does not. After heartbeats of silence killed by harsh panting, the wizard finally pulls out, some of his seed leaking from your stretched, hot orifice. While his mess in inside of you—well, most of it—your mess coats part of his shaft and groin, excess dripping onto the bed. Dazedly, he crawls over to your side and collapses, a satisfied smile stretching his lean face. You twist slightly to press your lips against his and run your fingers through his dark, now ruffled hair. You are the one who breaks the kiss. “I do hope there will be more bonding sessions like these in the future, Master,†you murmur with a sly smile tugging at your lips. He chuckles lowly. “You read my mind, Familiar,â€
Curious lurker. I know the thread's not been updated in a while buuuuuut. Politely requesting Heavy/You, maybe poker night related since I've been playing the Poker Night at the Inventory game lately.
88, please write that for the love of god I'm begging you
Humbly requesting for 69, if possible.
I'm humbly requesting more attention towards class x you or even fiction featuring only one character (meaning masturbation) or sexual innuendo thoughts in general about an unnamed person (you? Us? Everyone?). Didn't really know where to put my request; I hope this isn't the wrong place. Medic as my own preference, by the way.
I've done a Medic/Heavy/FemaleReader fic if anyone's interested. Concrit also welcome. ________________________________________________________ He badgered you relentlessly. In his own way. Medic is not as brash and obvious as Scout, but you wonder if he’s learned a liquid slyness from Spy over the years; a startling seduction that evinces more velvet than steel. At least you were alone when the first overture came. You can only guess at what the expression on your face must have been while you attempted to determine what the Doctor was getting at. The choice of words and interwoven threads of meaning clashed so starkly with what you had expected that comprehension eluded you. He was subtle, but once your brain snapped back into gear you realised what he was trying to communicate. You suppose you must have gaped from the way his smile widened into something predacious. He told you to think about it, and left you in the kitchen pouring juice on your trousers instead of in your glass, his boots clicking their retreat like a fingernail tapping the polished surface of a table. Waiting. Patient. The fact that you never outright said “no†not only fuelled his persistence but also revealed to yourself that whilst it had never occurred to you, it didn’t mean that you weren’t interested once the idea was broached. “But Heavy...†you’d stammered the second time he asked, his arm barricading you on one side when it had looked like you were going to bolt. The bone-white fabric of his coat was splashed with blood and you don’t know whether it was the metallic tang or the forceful brightness of it that induced the wildness in the size of his pupils. You knew the last thing you wanted was to stand between the giant Russian and his Medic, and you had no idea what game the Doctor was playing in propositioning you. Your hesitation just made him chuckle. “He knows.†One hand rested against the wall next to your head, and he had caged you completely. You saw his nostrils flare as he leaned in, and you froze. “Zwei Liebhaber,†he sighed in your ear. “It is better. We can show you.†The heat from his breath slid down your neck. And then he was gone. You stayed glued to the wall, shaking in fear. Not of what he had said, but of how badly you had wanted it. After that, Heavy was always there when the Doctor asked. The monolith’s expression never changed as the Medic wooed you in his unique, gently coaxing manner that was so at odds with the mathematical precision of his movements and his appearance. You had no idea if Heavy approved or disapproved. That was a key piece of information that the smaller man had neglected to give you, but you took it as a good sign that the Russian wasn’t swinging those enormous fists in your direction. You’d seen the damage they could cause and the thought of what his hands could do to you in an amatory setting made you quail. Quail, and then hunger for it. Overwhelm isn’t something you’ve ever sought in the bedroom, but now you cannot help but wonder at the advantages of it. By himself Medic could easily overpower and dominate you, but it would pale in comparison to the strength that Heavy had at his disposal. Together they could bend you to whatever end they desired and you would have no say in the matter. It frightens you when you think of the potential damage. It excites you when you think of the possible indulgence. It would be more muscle and flesh and touch than you have ever experienced, a matchless loss of control and a delectable intimacy. Medic must have seen the awareness in your eyes of the wanton abandonment in his invitation when he cornered you for the the final time, Heavy’s shadow throwing you both into darkness. The Doctor’s smile broadened and his pupils dilated as he edged closer to you, so close that you could feel the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. For one brief moment you thought he was going to run the tips of his fingers down your neck, but his hand pulled back. How he managed to caress you without touching was a practiced cruelty from the ease with which he achieved it. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning towards him as he arched down to whisper in your ear, from smelling the assured maleness of his body, from seeing the victorious need in the blue of his eyes. The promise he made bound a silken rope around your frame. “Later.†What happened between that moment and the knock on your door is forever lost to you. He had not said where, but whether that was determined from the way you’d hid in your room or the fact that they had not found you outside of it since the matter had been decided is irrelevant. This will be a house call of a very different kind. A cure for the malady you’d not known you had fallen prey to. The Doctor and his retinue of one glide into the room, the effect only slightly wrinkled by Heavy’s need to duck in order to clear the top of the doorframe. Or perhaps it is a premonition. You’ve never been as aware of his size until now, never as conscious of how the Medic manages to seem in command of a man so large. You close the door and have barely turned from it when the Doctor’s hands are clasped around your face, his mouth on yours. There is to be little preamble to this strange arrangement. Maybe the weeks of veiled suggestions were that preamble. Nevertheless, the keenness with which Medic tastes your mouth is stark and surprising. His hands pull gently to lead you away from the door, his lips never leaving yours, tongue deliquescent as it coaxes yours towards his. The flavours of his kiss are dark and dangerous, the slight scrape of stubble against your skin a beautiful contrast. You’re manoeuvred around to sit on the bed, and you jump slightly as you find that Heavy is already there, one hand slipping around your front to pull you back against the broad curve of his body, his legs bracketing yours, holding you in place as Medic finally releases you. The assuredness with which he undresses is fascinating to see. There is none of the arrogance of youth that would make a spectacle of the performance. The play of muscles in his forearms as he unbuttons his waistcoat catches your eye. You’ve sneaked looks at the Doctor’s bare arms before but to do so now, so openly, makes the blood rise in your cheeks. Or perhaps the timidity that rises with the heat comes from the fact that he never takes his eyes off you. So he can see where you’re looking, can watch the reaction on your face as his tie slips free of its knot and his shirt slides off his shoulders. The squeezing thud of your heart is surely strong enough for Heavy to feel through your ribs, the increasing cadence vibrating against the palm of his hand, though whether the slight pressure of his fingers under your chest is an acknowledgement of this involuntary betrayal or a sign of his own interest in Medic’s divestment is unknown. The leather belt slithers free of fabric loops to wrap once around Medic’s palm. He tilts his head a fraction to one side as if considering his options, the belt’s length pulled taut between his hands. Dear god, you think, what is he planning to do with that? He must have caught the apprehension in your expression, baring his teeth as his smile widened. The belt slips free of his hands, the metal buckle making a dull thump as it hits the floor. Medic pauses as he hooks the toe of one boot into the heel of the other. The slight disappointment in your eyes is something he toys with before denying the secret pleasure you hold at the thought of being fucked by a man in such striking footwear. You push your lower lip out in response. You grudgingly suppose that belt and boots cancel each other out this time. Once his trousers have unclasped his waist, you can see his form unfettered: the broadness of his chest, the narrowness of his hips and the muscular length of his legs... why he cuts such a sharp figure in his uniform. There is no slouch in his posture, no pulling gravidity from age or inactivity. His maturity has done nothing but perfect his physique. Greek gods have nothing in comparison to this Teuton. Your eyes drop. Definitely nothing in comparison! Your anticipatory shudder is answered by a low rumble in Heavy’s chest, the back of one finger stroking down the angle of your neck. Medic is not so crass as to jam himself in your face the way a younger man might, holding himself just far enough away to entice you to reach for him. But once your hands have grasped his hips, he moves forward to make your devouring easier. His fingers thread through your hair as you lap at his flesh, and he croons encouragement in words that are familiar in sound but devoid of meaning to you. You have never learned his language beyond a few basics but you’re pretty certain he’s not talking about his family or the price of butter. He’s content to let you do what you wish with you mouth and your hands, but the grip he has on your hair tells you when he is most approving. And you find that you want his approval. Very much. The Doctor has the self control to prevent you from taking him too far down the path to completion, but your mouth is not empty for long. There is a sucking eagerness in the way he steals the taste of himself off your lips as he strips the lower half of your body. Your shirt is pushed up and your body freed of constraint to allow him to stroke and enjoy what he uncovers. He pushes you back firmly against Heavy’s stomach, kneeling down to hook your thighs over his shoulders. His training gives him an unerring guidance to where he knows you want him to go. There is breath-taking sweetness in his hands and a shockingly alluring sin in his mouth. He uses both heaven and hell to break you against the stoic rock behind you. Or not so stoic. Heavy’s girth is not insignificant, but it cannot hide how much he is appreciating what he sees. If what you feel pressing into your back is what you think it is, there’ll be some substantial physical challenges ahead of you. But with Medic’s tongue teasing a slippery honey from you, you cannot muster much anxiety over what the giant behind you will do once it’s his turn. A finger hooks the bridge of his glasses to remove them from his face, and the Doctor burrows even deeper, his nose replacing where his tongue has swirled and beleaguered. He doesn’t stay there long, raising his head and shifting forward to exchange his tongue for something more sizeable, harder, thicker. He murmurs incomprehensibly into your ear as his hips rock gently to ease his way inside you, one hand splayed across your abdomen, thumb stretched out and down to find that special spot. Once Medic has pushed in as far as he can go, he withdraws completely, relishing the muscular squeeze your body bestows on him. Sinking in and out in a perfect, precise rhythm, he thrusts you against his Russian lover with increasing determination, that questing thumb stripping away what little poise you had until you’re no longer ashamed of the sighs that fall from your mouth. The hooking drag and spearing impalement is an utter delight, and you revel in the tightness that comes from being so nicely filled. The sheen of sweat on his body increases as he strokes into you, and the signature dark cowlick of his hair becomes dampened and flattened against his forehead. Heavy brushes his thumb against the Medic’s temple to clear the black strands aside and the Doctor raises his eyes to yours, so bright and large without his glasses to shield them. You know what he’s going to demand of you a fraction of a second before he gives it voice, but the guttural, hissing reality of it is a titillating thrill. “Say it.†You refuse, clamping your mouth closed to swallow the automatic reflex, your palms blindly reading the rippling motion of the muscles in his back. His eyes narrow and he increases both pressure and speed to convince you. “Say it!†It almost slips out, your clamped mouth already forming the start of the word, but still you deny him, because you know that as soon as you say it, you’ll be dragged up the mountain with nothing to stop you from falling off the summit. He brings his mouth close to yours. “Liebling, you know I can fuck it out of you even if it takes hours but it is not nice to keep Heavy waiting. He’s been so very patient, you know.†The Doctor sucks gently on your lower lip, trying to draw your unwillingness out of it. Your legs are locked tightly around his hips, warring with the need to crush him against you and the desire for that delicious repeating ingress into you to continue. “Say it!†And you do. More of a gasp than speech. “Lauter, mein Taube,†he admonishes you, his thumb circling. “So I can hear you.†Now it is more groan than gasp. “Weider. Again.†Your fingernails dig into his back as the word is ripped from you. “Medic.†A desperate word, given sound in need, but this time not in pain. His hips shift and alter motion, turning the thrust into a grind. “Again!†His voice has become as demanding as his body. “Medic!†“Again!†His perfect teeth nip at your neck in determined encouragement. “Medic!†“Again! Say it until you come! I want to hear you beg for me!†You don’t know if it’s his words or the ragged desperation with which he says them, but god help you, you beg. Guiltlessly. Each time, his body shudders in response, what control he had now in tatters and he answers each call in the asperous sounds of his native tongue. His thumb presses down and rocks from side to side. And you fall, crying out his name as he rides you mercilessly through your orgasm. Until you feel surge of his own carnal aiguille inside you and his mouth swallows the final time you call for him. It hooks you up to a ledge away from the cold end of your descent, and what you think is the Doctor’s utter exhaustion is little more than a brief pause. His hands grab your hips as he slides out of your body, flipping you over onto your front. The sharp crack of his palm hitting your bottom makes you flinch. “Take him!†The command is delivered with every confidence of being obeyed, but how can you possibly domineer this colossus under you? It is a ludicrous dictate, but you see the glint in the Russian’s eyes, the flare of his nostrils and the colour high on his defined cheekbones and you realise that not only is he willing, but that you are eager to attempt it, to experience the devastating unspoken authority over this glorious killing machine. Your palms slide up and over the swell of his stomach to his chest, fingers knotting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head so you can see the hulking shoulders and burly, robust pectorals. Your hands cannot encompass enough of his frame so your mouth is employed hungrily as you explore his body, pushing back firmly until he is prone, pressing your face into a softness that cloaks an iron-hard musculature, tickling your nose in the hair on his chest. His scent is so different to Medic’s that now you could easily tell them apart in the dark. Heavy’s neck is bullish where Doctor’s is sculptured and the slope of the muscles lead down to the clean definition of his shoulders. The expectancy on his face draws you closer, and the soothing stroke of his hand across the stinging welt Medic has given you strengthens your confidence. You straddle his midriff and ghost your lips down the hawkish line of his nose. He tilts his head back to meet your mouth with his, the rumble of satisfaction rising up inside him and the scoop of his hands pulling you further up his body until you are forced to break your kiss. He positions you effortlessly and leaves you no time to back away from the suckling clasp of his mouth between your thighs. The broad, strong surface of his tongue washes over you and into you, drinking in the fusion of your clear lust with the pearly release Medic left inside you. Heavy doesn’t need to hold you still. You willingly let him lap you clean, your fingertips trailing over his smooth head and back to where the hair is recovering from the morning’s shave, finer than the dark stubble on his face that scuffs against your skin as he trails his tongue in the hollows between plump softnesses and the muscles of your thighs. The Russian could easily bring you to another orgasm like this, and at first it seems that is what he will do, nudging you to rock your hips and press against his face, eyes closed as he loses himself in the deed. Powerful arms hook over your thighs, pulling you down firmly until you worry he will suffocate, but the expert ripple of his tongue belies no distress. He takes his time, almost languid in the gentle, slow nod of his head as he eats you out thoroughly. While you sigh and rolls your hips, you cannot help but think what he could do with other parts of his body. His hands are of such a size that the larger curves of your body would be lost if held in just one of them. His fingers alone could easily have the capacity to make you gasp. What he has between his own thighs... well, that might need some creative thinking. But first you have to see it in order to gauge just how far you’ll be able to go. So you swing one leg to the side so you can leave the velvety embrace of his mouth and turn to face the other way. The Doctor is still kneeling between Heavy’s thighs, his arms propped on them so his hands sit, interlaced, under his chin. Watching you with half-lidded eyes and his lower lip trapped under his teeth. It would be coy on any other face, but on the Medic it is lascivious. You try not to let that distract you as you fumble with Heavy’s belt, the long, thick shaft of his arousal pressing determinedly against the constriction of his trousers. Button and zip part easily, but you struggle to free him from the awkward angle his erection has been forced into. You have to use both hands to ease him out, the heat and pulse and girth even more impressive once you finally set your eyes on it. In perfect proportion to the rest of him. You have to resist the urge to sink your teeth into the lushness of it, but you don’t hold back from taking as much of him in as you can, hands encircling him firmly to stroke from frenulum to base and up again. You figure if Medic’s going to watch you, you might as well make it worth his while. You worry that the scrape of your back teeth against Heavy’s turgid flesh will make the man withdraw from your efforts, but you don’t know how to avoid it. The width of him is a blatant fact that you struggle to manage, so you slide one hand lower to draw the firm roundnesses of his balls out from the opening of his trousers. The rolling, curling Russian words that unfurl from him sound pleased, so you continue to stroke and squeeze, mouth working slowly around him. You draw a sharp breath in through your nose as Heavy’s fingers pick up where his mouth left off, and it isn’t long before you get to experience just how good one of them feels inside you. You cannot fathom how such large, powerful hands could be so lyrical and gentle. Hands that spend days clamped around the cold, solid metal of a strafing gun slide over and inside you as carefully as if you’d break. And while it thrills you that someone so strong can touch so delicately, it provokes a need in you to prove you’re not as fragile as that. So you rock backwards against his hands, burying his fingers deeper inside you while the length of his thumb gives the same unrelenting attention to your clit as your mouth is giving his cock. The digital orchestration alone is enough to make you gasp, and the smug grin plastered across the Medic’s face as he watches your composure fraction does little to help. You hiss your annoyance at him, but that just makes him laugh. You know for certain now that there is no way you can fit that magnificent stanchion of flesh inside you, so you turn once again and straddle Heavy’s hips, pressing his arousal against your own, sliding up and along him in a sleek line, your upper arms pressing your breasts together as the flats of your palms keep his dick anchored tightly against you. Damp fingers trail across your flesh and chafe eagerly at hardening peaks before your breasts are enveloped in the firm, calloused embrace of his hands. Kneading and stroking. As you lean into this delicious massage, your body traps his cock against his stomach, your own hands bracing against his shoulders as you fuck him with an increasing ferocity. You can be rougher than you would ordinarily be. Penetrative sex has never quite had the same dizzying effect as this sort of lubricious frottage has on you, and you’ve never had such a perfect opportunity to indulge in your preference as now, and you’ll be damned if you waste it. It has the added advantage of asserting a certain level of dominance, of a hungry control over your bed mate. So you grind against Heavy’s body with as much strength as you can muster, feeling the pulse throbbing through him as you ride him, edging up gradually until the thick, firm head is right against its smaller counterpart. The way it parts your flesh as you undulate over it is perfection. Until Heavy pulls you down flat against him, one hand pressing solidly into your lower back to increase the pressure until your toes curl and you carve reddening furrows down his chest until you convulse in an orgasm so intense it greys out your vision. The splash of warmth across your abdomen and the bear-like snarl brings you down out of the intense throes of climax, too weak to do anything but let Heavy thrust back and forth along your body, his free hand pulling your hair to bring your head back far enough to see him writhe under you with each powerful gush of ejaculate, and you realise that you did not take him as much as he acquiesced to you. “Zwei Liebhaber,†a voice breathes in your ear. “Just like I told you.†You grit your teeth at the smugness in the Doctor’s voice and silently praise the truth of his words as he slides his mouth down your body to show you again.
Oh, that threesome was HOT! I say you did a great job!
#107... normally, nothing in the world would make me read a threesome, since I think most characters are best experienced and studied as single targets (wow, this horrible pun). But your language and smooth words caught me. This was exciting in a pure, and very real, literal way. I experienced "hot" in both senses. Good job! I definitely want to see more of where your Medic is going.
More threesomes like this, please. If its something other than Heavy/Medic will be fine but they're cool too.
108 - Glad you liked it. It was my first written threesome! 109 - Well, I'm happy that this threesome didn't disappoint. I hadn't intended to write any more, but something's brewing in my mind for another chapter. 110 - What's your threesome preference? Perhaps I can think of something tailored to suit.
111 110 here! Something with either demo/soldier or spy/sniper would make my day.
112 Me again...anything with the demoman is fine
Could you do something with the Scout, Thebicolouredhydra? You seem to have a lot of potential, and I think your threesome was really good.
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?
>>116 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. >everyone 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.
Bugger, looks like the thread's dead. But if it isn't, I was just wondering whether it would be okay for me to post a Scout x Fem!Reader (with a Medic involved indirectly) that I'm currently writing. The thing is that it's kinda... I'm not even sure if there's a term for it. It's not exactly explicit and extremely detailed, but so far it has warning tags of vulgar language, kidnapping, bondage, D&s, abuse (physical, sexual, and possible psychological), indirect rape/non-con, drug use (brief scenes) and implied yaoi (for those who dislike it). PS It's my first time on TF2chan, so I apologize if I make any mistakes when it comes to posting on threads. Still trying to get familiar with the rules of TF2chan.
Would it be creepy to request for something with Christian Brutal Sniper and/or Vent Scout?
Hi, I am new here and I have read the site rules and have hopefully done everything right (including the sage rule). I was also hoping there were still some people around to continue this thread, since I also would like to see more TF2 x Reader inserts. I have been considering posting an introductory story I have recently written, but I would like to see if anyone else is still following this thread and I could receive polite, constructive criticism.
>>120 I'm here, and it would certainly be pleasant for this thread to have more reader inserts. I‘d be happy to provide you with constructive criticism.
Okay, 120 here. I am a little nervous about submitting this. But, this is for entertainment purposes and to improve my skills as a writer (I have not written stories since I was a child, by the way). I tried editing this introduction but there still may be some mistakes. Even though this is an introduction for the story I am writing, here are some warnings about what I plan for it to contain: language, kidnapping, mild bondage, and (mildly graphic) rape (which may turn consensual). Another warning, I have never written any sex-based stories before, so I am approaching new grounds here. Don't worry, nothing sexually graphic yet since this is just an introduction. Also, this is a TF2 x Fem!Reader story. You are on the BLU team. ------------ Part One: The Capture You could not stand it anymore; you had to get out of the comfort and safety of the base and the re-spawn zone to explore. Since you were still an intern on the BLU team, you were not allowed to fight in any battles yet. You had accepted these terms at first and were flattered that they wanted to keep your safety a high priority, but after several months of training with each of the classes, you had become more and more impatient to actually fight battles with your male comrades. When you had confronted your team during breaks and got into heated arguments with them, they all tried to comfort you by saying that they were keeping you out of battle for your well-being and that they all cared for you deeply and this would be “for your own goodâ€, and that you could not yet re-spawn if you died during battles. And above all, you were the only woman on the team and that meant that they felt you needed a longer training time. Especially since the RED team did not even know of your existence yet. For why would you want to reveal to the enemy team that you were training an inexperienced intern, who also happens to be the only woman? Besides, along with your training, they had you do a lot of stereotypical “house wife†jobs like doing the laundry, serving food, basic cleaning, and other chores. It was not their intention to treat you like a traditional woman, but when you persistently offered to help them with anything while they were off at battle, they offered you to take care of chores for them while they were fighting. “Only if you want to,†they would say, “this is your time to relax from training. But if you insist, then we could use some help with our chores.†From the team’s perspective, they did not want you to feel left out but also did not want you to be bored while they were fighting and you were not training. But you did not see it the same way as they did. Those sexist bastards! They don’t understand how I feel, being cooped in the training zone for so long, you thought. Your rebellious thoughts reminded you of your awkward pre-teen years, which frustrated you even more. But, you told yourself, this felt different. Instead of getting into a petty fight with your parents about staying out too late or how they do not approve of the boy you were dating, these emotions were based on you helping your team, proving your loyalty, talents, and support for them. Not just serving them when they come back from fighting, hiding under their protection, and not even receiving the honor of having your own position on the team. You wanted to be more involved in helping all of them, for you really cared about all of them as well as they cared for you, even when you thought they did not treat you with respect at times. But how much longer was it going to be before you could move up from a lowly intern and be promoted to a fighting position? ---------- This day, you finally had enough; you were going to sneak out to the battlefields and observe the fight. And you were filled with excitement to see your first battle. Before your departure, you had hastily grabbed anything you thought you needed and stuffed everything into a bag. Some of the items were a water canteen, one extra blue tank top, sunglasses, and a snack that you stole from Scout. But you had not really paid attention to any details of your packing; you were too excited. It was now ten minutes before battle, and you realized that in case you ran into trouble, you should bring a weapon to protect yourself. You rummaged through your suitcase and grabbed a basic pistol – a .22 caliber semi-automatic, to be exact—which you were given for training. One thing about training that you felt that you benefited from was knowledge and details of various weapons, which the Soldier showed the most passion for out of all the other teammates as he relentlessly quizzed you every day. To be fair, you thought, at least they care about what I learn. You were also equipped with flare guns, in case of emergencies, but you decided to leave them in your room. You already had a gun for protection. Besides, you wanted to try this on your own, and maybe you could even save one of your teammates, and prove your abilities to join the ranks with your team, side-by-side. You cracked your door open, and making sure the hallways were clear, you swiftly darted to the re-spawn room, making sure you were quick but silent. --------------- Peeking from behind the door that led to the safe room, you could hear and see your teammates making mindless chatter while they waited for battle. You dared not to breath loudly; you did not want to give away your position. It had not been thirty seconds until you heard the alarm sound as you saw your BLU teammates leap into position and hustle onto the field. When you did not see or hear any of them, you opened the door and made sure to close it behind you. You were praying that none of your teammates would re-spawn right when you were speed walking out of the room; that they would not die immediately by the hands of the RED team and catch you escaping. You were almost at the entrance… Then it all happened so fast. From the short time you had run out from the re-spawn room, you had managed to scurry to a nearby building, and immediately hid behind some more scattered crates that were lingering at the entrance. It was surprising that you did not see any of your teammates re-spawn as you got to your new hiding spot. Good. They must be doing well today. You reminded yourself that you needed to be quick. Fast. Gotta go fast! It was only a few seconds later when you had scurried out of this hiding place to find another. Gee, you thought, maybe I would be a good Scout for our team! ------------- It was a good day to sneak out, for luck had been on your side today. You were able to find hiding places when you heard your teammates footsteps behind you, and you would watch them run right past you. You smiled victoriously, but you wanted to see the actual fighting without being caught. You crept from your recent hiding place and started to leisurely walk across the concrete floor, feeling way more confident that you had gotten this far without being spotted. You decided that you would try to find a window where you could crouch down out of sight of both your teammates and the enemy team to watch the actual fight. It was that moment when you heard a noise behind you, something like a low cough. Your eyes widened with fear, and you instantly turned around. No one was there. You were just about to shrug your nerves off before you saw a blurred figure whip past you. Before you had time to withdraw your pistol, you felt one gloved hand cover your mouth with foul-smelling rag and another snake around your waist to support you. You elicited a squeak of fear before you finally submitted to the oncoming darkness that swirled your vision. Before completely blacking out, you thought you heard a smooth, soft voice say through the haze, “Shh…rest, mon amour…†-------------- Your entire body felt numb, and you were confused about your whereabouts. As you opened your eyes from your stupor, your first coherent thought was that everything around you was pitch black, but wait...there was a light…and it was encompassing you. You strained your eyes upward to see that there was a single light shining down on you. Where was Medic when you needed him? If only he were here to help you….holy shit! My team! Your memory came racing back as you as you remembered the events of what had happened. You then tried to move your limbs, but felt some restraint. You wondered why your arms and legs would not cooperate until you looked down and saw that you were sitting on a chair, and you felt tough, knotted ropes that tied your wrists behind your back, and your ankles had been bound together. When you tried to speak, you noticed that you had been gaged with a dirtied cloth. You panicked, and your feeble attempts at trying to escape your constraints turned into desperate movements as you whined out suppressed screams from your gag. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Sheila,†a voice sounded from the darkness. You knew immediately that it was the Sniper. What the hell is going on!? You continue to fight against the restraints, but you felt that they just became tighter with every struggle you made against them. You whimpered discouraged moans at your fruitless efforts, and slumped in your chair. You heard Sniper’s low chuckle. “I warned ya mate, now you’re sufferin’ the consequences.†You then heard thudded footsteps walk toward you on tiled floors. You looked down at your thighs in fear and defeat when the Sniper’s shadow loomed over you, and you felt gloved hands rest on either side of your shoulders. You looked up and made eye contact with the Australian man as he was bent over you, and then you froze in terror. This was the RED sniper, one of your enemies. You started to panic again as you thrashed your head around, only for the Sniper to grab either side of your head and hold you still. He wore a wicked smile on his face. “You should be thankful that I didn’t just slap the wits out of ya mate. I would never hit a Sheila,†he answered coldly before continuing. “To be frank, I’m in shock just as you are. Who woulda’ thought that we would be lucky enough to find a Sheila on the BLU team, based on your blue tank top. Allow me to be courteous to you since you’re probably shocked of your arrival here in such a sorry state: it’s QUITE an honor to have you in our presence.†You scowled at the Sniper for his feigned chivalry as he came to a genuflecting position and doffed his hat to you. The Sniper then straightened up and cleared his throat. “Let me provide an explanation, Sheila. I’ll start at the beginnin’ from your time: our Spy snuck over to your side of the base, and happened to spot you all alone. The way he was able to capture you was by usin’ chloroform that our Medic secretly accessed, an’ ‘e had allowed Spy to use it for a test run on the BLU team.†You strained your neck and wanted to lash out at the Sniper, moaning against your bindings. “It looks as if our friend here would like to speak, non?†You were startled at the voice you knew belonged to the Spy as you saw a small flame flicker to your right, and you saw the RED Spy take a slow drag from his newly lit cigarette. The Spy spoke again, “I zhink we, as gentlemen, should give ze mademoiselle a chance for her talk to us.†You saw the Sniper raise his head to Spy’s direction. “Agreed, mate. An’ I also think we should allow the Sheila see the rest of this room with better lighting. But she should know,†and he shot a glance back at you, “that if she attempts to cause any kind of trouble, she will regret it instantly.†You saw him fiddle with the kukri that lay sheathed at his side. The Spy revealed a devilish smile spreading across his face. “It looks as if our friend understands,†he replied. Seconds later, Sniper walks around you and unties the your gag. You inhale the fresh air gratefully before immediately yelling at your captors, more fear in your voice than anger: “Why did you bring me here and where the hell am I? I demand and explan—“ The Sniper brought his index finger to your lips to silence you. “Ah ah ah, Sheila. Remember what I said, you will regret it if you cause any trouble. An’ that goes for arguin’ with us. Besides, you should be grateful that we ‘ave welcomed you warmly and allowed you to speak.†All you could muster was a scowl as the room lit up and you could see your surroundings. You were in the middle of a medium-sized room that looked like a basement, since you did not see any windows, and it was not a re-spawn room since there were not any doors present. But there were several medical closets. You saw some weapon crates stowed in one corner on your right and some small warehouse shelves with several canned foods and other trinkets on your left. But what really got your attention were the other enemy teammates who were also in the room; you scanned the group as you also saw the Soldier, Engineer, Scout, Medic…where were the other three classes? You craned your neck backward as much as you could and saw wooden stairs that lead to the ground floor. You angrily curse at yourself when you remember that you did not bring the emergency flares when you had needed them. What a stupid, stupid move while sneaking out alone during the battle, and now you were suffering the consequences. Then again, you reminded yourself, you have not been thinking rationally for a while and you were in a rush of excitement to get out of your base. “You gonna sit there all day toots or are you gonna talk already?†You heard the enemy Scout ask impatiently, crossing his arms and frowning at you. You swallowed hard, and then began to speak, suddenly becoming intimidated. “P-please let me go,†you stuttered…“I promise I won’t tell my team about this! I don’t even—“ Sniper held up his hand for you to stop speaking and in that same moment withdrew his kukri and walked closer to you. “N-n-no! Please don’t hurt me! I wasn’t trying to be rude, I—“ You felt dread filling your body as the Sniper leaned down to you, his breath hot against your face. He gently lifted his kukri underneath your chin and slowly pressed the sharp edge against it. He then moved to your ear and whispered, “If you do as I say, I will answer all your questions. I will remove the rest of your restraints now, but let me remind you: if you try to escape, this is the last thing you’ll feel. And it will go straight through your chest. Understand?†He lightly shoved the kukri higher, barely breaking your skin. You then nod your head just slightly backward so you would not be stabbed; a look of submission reflected in your eyes. He then sheathed his knife and he looked pleased, and freed you of the bindings on your wrists and ankles. You stood from your chair and wobbled to your feet, trying to rouse the muscles in your legs from sitting for an undeterminable amount of time. You then tried to get your confidence back; you needed to be strong if you were going to get out of this situation in once piece, and so you could get back to your teammates as quickly as possible. You straightened up and rolled your shoulders back, taking a firm stand as you faced your enemies. “Several things,â€, you begin, “you have not yet answered my questions on where I am and why I am here. Furthermore,†you crossed your arms defiantly, “how long has it been since the battle and since I was unconscious? What happened to my teammates?†You ask, trying to make your tone sound like a reasonable one, “please, I would like to get my bearings.†The Sniper returned an intense, domineering gaze toward you. “Let me explain, Sheila: you ‘ave not been out long, it’s only been several hours since you were unconscious and since the battle, an’ it ended as a stalemate,†he replied, a smug look now on his face. “And to answer your other question, you are in one of the basements just behind the battlements of Thunder Mountain.†Thunder Mountain? You wondered. You tried to think of which location the battle was fought, but had no recollection of where. You hoped that this was the only thing you could not remember from the events that had happened that day. Sniper continued, “Spy had brought your unconscious body back to our base, an’ just so happened to bump into my snipin’ spot. We looked through a bag you were carryin’ around your back and found some information about you.†The Sniper then walked to a corner and retrieved what was indeed your bag out behind one of the cardboard boxes. Shit! My bag! How did THAT get in there?! Your “information†was merely an intern identity card for your team. You were not sure why you still needed it after the several months up until now, since the entire team still knew your status as a newbie. And you usually kept that card in the drawer by your bedside table in your room. You must have absentmindedly thrown it in the bag in your haste. Sniper noticed your frustrated expression and smirked, pulling your card out of your backpack and staring at it as he continued, “So, you’re an intern, eh? An’ your card said that you could not re-spawn if you died. So I suppose we need to show you extra chivalry for your presence here,†the Sniper nodded again in your direction. “I gotta commend your team, hidin’ their little secret from us, keepin’ you out ‘o the battle fields. We also found this,†the Sniper pulled out your training pistol. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock that you had forgotten about your weapon. The Sniper smiled wickedly again, “so I guess you don’ need this anymore. You’re jus’ an intern after all. Soldier?†The RED soldier marched next to the Sniper. “Could you ‘ave this disassembled and discarded for our friend here? We wouldn’ want anyone getting hurt now, would we?†The Soldier nodded, a grin slowly spreading across his cheeks, his eyes hidden by his helmet. “Negativeâ€, he replied as he took the pistol from Sniper’s hands and started taking apart the pistol. You whimpered quietly as you saw your only weapon get disassembled. That was the only weapon you had. “You probably ‘ave figured out that you are now our hostage, Sheila. After talkin’ to the rest of the team, we were considerin’ a ransom for you, but what could we get in return? The BLU team would just have you safely back in their arms. An’ not only that, but we do have a cease fire that lasts for several days. Three of our comrades ‘ave already left us for that time frame, as you can see that not all of us are ‘ere.†He nodded back to the teammates. You cursed again to yourself. You had forgotten that every month or so there would be a break, sometimes two weeks more or less, of a cease fire where none of the teams fought against each other. Sometimes the teammates would leave to visit their families or friends, or just go on a leisurely vacation on their own. So this explained why the other three mercenaries—Demoman, Heavy, and Pyro—were not there. You directed your attention to the rest of the team. You noted that they had remained mostly silent this entire time. During the time the Sniper had spoken, all of them had been very stoic, as if it had been planned that the Sniper would do most of the talking. Yet throughout the time you were allowed to speak, the expressions on their faces became more devious. Without any warning, Sniper rushed over to you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him until your body was completely plastered against his. You felt his other arm wrap itself around your left shoulder, refusing to let you go. What is he doing? You gulped as he stared down at you, lowering his face until his nose was barely touching yours as he said in a soft but audible voice, “Ya know what this means, Sheila? You will ‘ave to be with us that entire time, whether you like it or not, since the battlements will be shut down. And I must remind you, none of us ‘ave seen a woman for a while.†The rest of the team snickered at your reaction from the foreshadowing words of the Sniper. Your building confidence was gone. You knew that you were helpless and now in a state of surrender and submission to the enemy team. The Sniper leaned into your ear, still holding you close, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “On that note, the Spy and I also found medications you were takin’ for abstinence.†How did that get in my bag as well? You shuttered and slowly closed your eyes in utter dread as you knew where all of this was going. The Sniper smiled against your ear, “an’ the entire team knows that now. With that said, Sheila, you will have to oblige by whatever we tell you or want ya to do.†<i>(To be continued….)</i>
Anyone up for another Heavy x You one? He's absolutely my favorite class, and it dismays me how little there is of this sexy, sexy man. Other requests: * Demoman x You, with a science kink (there's so much potential for him to do chemistry/mad scientist stuff, and it doesn't seem to exist) * Medic x You with no Nazi connotations (always made me a little uncomfortable, tbh...not knocking anyone who likes it, I just have personal nervousness about it)
>>122 Hey, it's 121 here. Your story is having a great start, and a really good reason and explanation for why there would be a female in the BLU Team. The only constructive criticism I have to provide is that the thoughts are somewhat confusing because it looks like the rest of the text, so perhaps, if you wish to, you could use apostrophes 'like this' or have them in italic. I'm really liking it so far, and hope to see the second part. Meanwhile, you just nailed one of my fantasies with the opposing Team rape bit.
>>124 Yeah, I was wondering why the "thoughts" did not show up italicized when I pasted it into the textbox, but then again, I understand that if you want to change the text, you have to use little codes for putting something in italics, bold print, etc. But I will do that for future writings, thanks! And I'm glad that it included one of your little Team fantasies (I like the idea as well, hence why I included it!).
>>119 Wish granted. I'm working on a story line for both of them (in two separate stories) right now. This should be very interesting.
Hey guys, may I kindly suggest that I would like to see more posts since no one has submitted anything new the last week.
>>126 Not to discourage you in your writing, but thinking "How and why?" was rather amusing. I look forward to either story, nevertheless. >>127 I searched around and found a Scout x You. The author has given me permission to post it. Its ending kind of reminds me of Anonymous 33's reader insert's own ending, but I doubt I have any rights to judge. In addition, there's a table involved. All credit goes to Cookie-Loving Kiara. (I left the author's notes just in case) ---------- A/N: To the three people who bothered following: You had me by surprise, so I shall surprise you. Yes, it is smut; no, it is not much of a sequel as it is of a flashback. The idea just hit me randomly, so I thought I might as well write it and upload it. Lightened up the accent because I thought it was too distracting, by the way. Might as well point out these: I questioned myself over and over on 'Oh, what am I doing?' whilst writing this, I still have my V-card and it is the first smut I've ever posted. Oh, erm, yea. Please don't hurt me Q-Q Enjoy. ---------- You are roused from your slumber by persistent scratchy knocking at your new room's door. Your eyelids flutter as your senses begin to wake up, too, sensations lazily creeping through your nerves, the bed—now warm and comfortable enough after a night's rest—pressing against you supportively. You glance around the room; it is not much compared to the others, since it is just a spare room. The rest have somewhat decorated theirs with personal things like hidden letters, comics, cigarettes or snacks. You groan and pull the covers over your head, wishing the person would stop knocking. It does not. "Yo kiddo," a familiar—albeit muffled—voice calls from the other side of the door, "wake up already. I ain't gonna have some amateur takin' over my job after my contract's gone." You flip yourself over and grumble into the pillow. You are not a morning person. But the near-whine of the Scout has you sighing in annoyance as you prop yourself up on your elbows. "Go away, Scout," you say, loud enough for the other to hear. "Nuh-uh, get outta dere. We got some serious Scout-trainin' ta do-" Metallic clicking and swishing snatches your attention. "Oh hey, it wasn't locked." You immediately kick off your blanket and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The expression of shock on your face is failed to be concealed. "W-when…!" The Scout stands in front of you, looking back at the door left ajar. He claps his bandaged hands together. "Well, since dat's outta da way, go get ready, toots, da Admin lady told me ta show you some Scout tricks. We got maps ta check out. Well, you do, dey'ah all old maps f' me; gamed dere tons of times." He grabs your wrist. "C'mon toots!" You yelp loudly, suddenly, and stumble forward. You instantly jerk your arm back. The sudden force has him staggering back slightly, but not as bad as you since you are relatively smaller. The runner looks down at you. You narrow your eyes in annoyance and point at the doorway without a word. He tilts his head, the dog tags around his neck jingling softly with movement. "Oh, for the love of the Fourth Wall," you sigh, "get out; I'll meet you in a couple of minutes." He gets it; you know he does, because his gaze flickers to your chest for a split second, and you know he is doing that on purpose. You blush softly, pushing him out and locking the door behind him. As you pull out a set of your uniform, you can hear him from outside: "Broads these days…" In several minutes, courtesy of rushed movement and knocking on the door, you're done and out. He leaves the support of the wall he was leaning on and grins, eyes surveying the feminine version of his class's uniform you wear. "Ya gotta try harder if you wanna be as sexy as da pro Scout, toots," You rolled your eyes, tugging at the hem of your shirt to emphasise your next few words; "I think this is plenty tight," "You said it, toots, s'a eye candy dat's as good as mine." he chuckles with a wink. "But 'nuff’s comparin' who's da best, we got trainin’ ta do; race ya out!" Before you can speak, he dashes down the hallway, leaving you to follow behind with equal speed. ---------- "Hey toots, keep up, dere's somethin' I want ya ta see!" the Scout calls ahead of you, waving a lean arm in attempt to catch your attention. The way he double jumps backwards taunts you. You are panting by the time you reach him, having been running after him for some time for no rest. He tut-tuts at your stamina and tosses over a can of Bonk! as he pats your back. "We gotta work on ya stamina sometime," he comments, arm rising up to sling around your shoulders. You pay that no heed; too busy catching your breath and drinking the radioactive drink to bother. The speedster continues, nudging you along; "Anyway, fun fact 'bout us Scouts: secrets and shortcuts." "Secrets and shortcuts…" you echo, nodding slowly. The Scout smirks in approval, even though this is not his first lesson with you. He leads you along low hallways, through unnoticeable and uninteresting gaps and alleys, even air vents around the area. Every now and then you sneak a glance back, telling yourself to remember the route should you get lost. The Bostonian, on the other hand, seems to have no difficulty as he breezes through the confusing passageways, all while striking up a one-sided conversation. "…you should've seen da other guy, he was all bloodied and bruised and crying like bloody murder." The runner ends off with a dark, almost malicious chuckle. "Oh! Did I tell ya 'bout da time somebody wrote me outta character? Ain't fun not being da awesome guy I truly am; sure, still had da looks, but da personality? Nope," "Mm-hmm," you hum, more focused on the surroundings above and behind and trying to remember them than listening to Scout. He does not seem to notice your lack of a proper response, but you do not notice his soft smirk as he walks around you. "You know toots, f' a broad, you sure do better dan I expected." he remarks casually from behind you as you explore the current room—it is unsurprisingly small with a few boxes littered around; there is a table against the wall, too, but what catches your attention is the lack of machinery you always absent-mindedly saw around the place. It almost seemed like this room was planned to be used as an office or whatnot. You walk forward, tracing the wall of faint and peeling paint gently with your fingertips in awe. Not a speck of dust, strange. You stare at your clean fingers as you turn around. "Hey, Scout, what was this room used-!" Warm lips pressed against yours eagerly, hungrily, and you are too surprised to pull away or push the speedster away. Even if you were not, you would not have been able to; he has his body pressed flush against yours. Although he is sudden, he is gentle; you can feel yourself giving in as he tilts both his and your head, spindly fingers caressing the locks of your hair. You shudder when he slides his tongue along your lips, asking for entry, almost demandingly so as he persists. And who are you to not grant him that? With a muffled rumble of consent, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you know he is not used to this when he awkwardly explores. But you give him an 'A' for effort; you have experienced worse with irritating teeth knocks and having someone shove their tongue into your mouth. You let your eyelids flutter close, bringing a hand up to tug on his shirt. He tastes sweet, like maple syrup and soda with a unique 'Scout' tang. The way he gingerly slips a hand under your shirt to caress your breast though the fabric of your bra makes you gasp. By the time he pulls away from you, his lean face is flushed; it is cute, honestly, especially when he looked away for a moment like he is uncharacteristically hesitant and shy. You find it amusing how he is panting softly from the kiss, but not from all the running he has done all day with you. But you have no right to say as your chest heaves with each breath, trying to comprehend what has just happened. The Scout's awkward cough for confidence snaps you back to the real world—of you, against the wall, with him, in a hidden, camera-less room of an empty map during ceasefire and the rest of the Team back in the barracks. You do not notice the heat of your cheeks until you look into his grey eyes, now swirling and dancing with unreadable emotions of lust and anxiety and love. But then he takes your soft, wide-eyed gaze as something else. The runner pulls away, stepping back until he is several feet apart from you. He shakes his head and grabs his cap, fumbling with the black material with his fingers, like a depressed person facing denial and shock. "I'm- I'm sorry, I… I jus' dunno what came over me. M-maybe it's 'cuz ya jus' so friggin' cute an’ all an’ I can't help but stare at'cha from across dae hall but it ain't my fault ya such a friggin' tease jus' by standin' dere all casual but ya can't blame me f' findin' ya hawt an' not bein' able ta tell dat to ya in front of everyotherchucklenutevenifIdolikeyou-" He abruptly stops when you approach him, pulling him into a tight hug. He seems to calm down, growing limp in your embrace. "…I just don't want to hurt you, toots," he murmurs into your ear, voice a mixture of emotions, but you know that when his accent is not as noticeable and words not muddled, it is good. It is a sign that he is confident like he always is, other than being snarky and loud and proud. "Ma told me dat a true gentleman never hurts a lady, and seein' you chat with Spooks da other day got me thinkin' 'bout dat." You laugh in disbelief. "Spy? Seriously?" The speedster chortles too. "Yea, I guess comparin' an awesome guy like me to dat backstabbing frog-eater's pretty lame." "Mm-hmm," You pull back slightly from the hug and trace small circles on his back. "And a hot chick like me would fall for Spy?" "Heh, maybe," "I like you in character, Scout, stay like that." With a mischievous grin, you added: "The day you start acting like a Spy is the day that I call up the asylum." This time he laughs out loud, not as humourless as the previous one. "Then ya comin' with me," He hugs your hips and lifts you onto the table, pushing away all irrelevant thoughts as he demands another kiss. You give a surprise—albeit pleased—yelp, but close your eyes and lean in. He slings his lean arms around your body, holding you close, like he is afraid to lose you, like he wants you all to himself. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and something hard against your knee, where it sits on the edge of the table. You peek an eye open to watch his cheeks colour even more when you 'accidentally' shift your leg; he moans softly into your mouth before pulling away. You giggle, and he smirks. "You cheeky lil' broad," With unsurprising speed, he has you pinned down against the table, him with half his body hovering above you and the two dog tags clinking together. You still allow a small soft squeal to escape your lips, just seeing him above you, dominating you. The Bostonian leans down to nuzzle your cheek, then you neck, suckling on the sensitive skin while unconsciously grinding against you slowly. Why you laugh, you will never bother finding out. Wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him close; you tug at the hem of his shirt. He freezes for a second, pulling away to look into your eyes. "Do you… do you really want dis?" he asks, strangely sincere; it is a part of him you have never seen before, and you are not sure whether you like it or not. "Are you the foul-mouthed, loud and proud, obnoxiously cocky guy that dragged me all the way here?" you shot back playfully. "Heh," His bandaged hands slip underneath your shirt, cool fingers and rough cloth stroking the sensitive skin of your waist. "You friggin' asked f' it, toots," "Race you," The Bostonian gets the message and sneers with smug overconfidence, but it disappears for two seconds—when he pulls his shirt off, and when you echoed the action, trying to keep up. Your necklace seems to hate you; it tangles and twists with your shirt until you forcefully tug it free. You know you are losing and he is winning, the both of you do, but you do not care. It is about just you and him. Leather hisses beneath dexterous fingers, metal clinking against the cool tiles of the floor, headsets and hats spared the haphazard disposal in fear of damaging property and a hearing from the Administrator. You laugh as you pull your bra off with futile efforts—things never go smoothly when you rush—but before you can rid yourself of the annoying article of clothing, the Scout grabs your shoulders and pins you down almost painfully; you cough as some wind is knocked out from the force. The simper on his face has you scared of what he might do for an instant, but the fear is overwhelmed by butterflies tickling you stomach when he frees you from your confines with questionable ease. A stronger shade of red colours your cheeks when he disposes of your panties, wet and moist from excitement. But seeing that only makes him smirk with an approving huff of breath. He keeps his position, hovering above you. Cool air kisses your exposed skin as did the Scout with your lips, later trailing a sloppy wet trail down your jawline to your neck. He gropes your breast with eager bare hands of curiosity, no longer as gingerly as before, when you had yet to challenge him. You moan softly and bite your lower lip as he runs a thumb over a nipple, the other hand venturing downwards in lustful search for more skin. You tremble. With your lips lonely and neglected, you tug at the runner's hair, earning his attention as you wet your lips with your tongue. He chuckles at how cute it is, almost childish in his perspective, but he offers two fingers which you accept with slight uncertainty and question. You swirl your tongue around them, pushing between, dragging against the calloused digits. They taste salty, but you do not mind, swallowing them until the knuckle, when he suddenly redraws with a wet pop. You look at him in confusion, and he gives a mischievous grin in response. Shivers run through your frame as the speedster shifts lower, capturing a nipple in his hot mouth and flicking the tip with his tongue between sucks and nibbles. You slide a hand behind his head, keeping him there, intertwining your fingers with his ruffled brown hair. His free hand spreads your legs before gliding back up to caress the soft flesh of your chest; the spit-slick fingers finding their way to your entrance, dripping wet with arousal. Fingers lightly stroke the folds, gingerly, teasingly. Pleasure sparks through you in waves, soft and sharp and unsatisfying. You moan, rolling your head slightly and pushing him against your chest. "Hurry up, Scout," you whine. The Bostonian pushes against your hand, standing upright and gazing down at you almost wickedly. He sniggers and crouches down, giving you little to no time to comprehend his plans when a sudden surge of pleasure consumes you. A strangled, startled moan rips from your throat as he greedily laps and licks your core, flicking your sensitive clit with his tongue and rolling it in circles. His breath is hot on your moist skin, leaving a cold, neglected sensation afterwards. Soon two fingers, slick with your own saliva, join, stroking gently and teasingly. You buck your hips; the Scout pins you down, making you groan in frustration and impatience. "Oh for the love of the F-" You are interrupted by your own lewd cry as he slips the two digits in, curling them and inducing a breathy moan from you. You squeeze your eyes shut and claw at the table, gasping from the combined sensations of his tongue licking and fingers thrusting slowly, leisurely so. The hand holding your hips down slips away, travelling lower to fondle with his length, dripping with precum from lust and neglect. The runner moans, brows high and furrowed, eyes closed from the rolling waves of contentment as he strokes himself, nearly losing concentration of pleasuring you. Sweat rolls down both your brows and neck, both skin flushed and hot, the air cool and sharp, and the pleasure so tempting and sinful and unsatisfying. The pace quickens. Your breath hitches. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows and push yourself upright, entangling your fingers, slick with sweat, with the speedster's hair and holding him in place. You pant and gasp each time bliss overwhelms you, then a whine escapes from the back of your throat. Pleasure builds up gradually from your core. You are close, and he is no fool not to notice. Immediately he pulls away after a final lick, swiping his fingers clean with his tongue. You lay back down; groaning and creaking your eyes open to gaze at him dazedly. "W-why did you stop?" you ask shakily, still shuddering from the dying glow of mocking thrills. "D-don't stop, Scout, please." The Bostonian stands up properly and smiles at you; his lips are glistening with dampness. "What made ya think dat, toots?" He caresses the soft flesh of your hips, running his thumbs along your jutting hipbone before slipping down to grope your bottom, resulting in a small squeak from you. A hand leaves to hold himself firm and cajole his lust, hotter and harder. He shifts slightly and looks into your eyes. "No turnin' back now," Again the Scout's voice—heck, even his eyes—drips with brimming sincerity. "Ready?" You clench the edge of the table with both hands and nod, wearing a challenging bravado to mask your anxious excitement of shaky breaths and shudders. "Bring it," The Scout's grip around your hips tightens, and suddenly, though not unexpectedly, he pushes inside. Your breath is caught in your throat simultaneously as a pleasured hiss did from his lips, the sensation of fullness and having someone—hot, hard, yearning, lusting, wanting, needing—inside of you seemingly alien. It was far more superior to fingers or tongues, stretching you from what his digits had left prepared. It did not even matter if you were not his first, because from how he slouched over you slightly, huffing and blushing from the sudden overwhelming tightness and heat, it told you that he has not experienced such in a long time. You push yourself up slightly, encouraging him to move with a kiss. The taste of yourself still lingers on his tongue, thick and somewhat sweet, to honestly admit. The runner groans into your mouth, grasping your hips with both hands firmly as he redraws slightly, only to push back in deeper. Any pain and discomfort is almost instantly replaced by soft, building billows of bliss as he pushes against the hot wet walls of your core. The speedster's hold on your hips tighten, as though desperate, and he gradually quickens in pace. He breaks the kiss with a moan, shifting his head to whisper sweet nothings; the warm air of his breath tickles your ear, accelerated when he traces the shell with the tip of his tongue. He moves to suck on your neck and you claw at his back with blunt nails, mewling and moaning and a complete mental wreck. For a moment, the Bostonian's voice breaks through the thick fog of pleasure: "Stamina, toots, let's see… how long… you'll last…" he whispers between pants, each pause right after a particularly rough thrust, each thrust accompanied by lewd squelching and the slap of thighs. He slips your knees over his shoulders and speeds up with no reluctance or objection on your end. He runs a sweat-slick hand upwards. You manage a weak, breathy laugh. "Ironic… coming… from you," The Scout does not bother replying, too occupied with caressing and groping your breast with his free hand in attempt to make you come first. Incoherent words of how hot and wet and tight you were leaves his lips; he whispers and mumbles about loving it, about loving you. "You friggin' love dis, doan'cha, toots?" he growls when he finally has enough breath, enough sense and coherency. Two pairs of dog tags jingle and clink, the only sound different from your pants, your moans, your lustful cries. He begins to slow down deliberately, tortuously. "Go on, say it, scream it; it's only you an’ me, toots." You groan in frustration and buck your hips. "Sonovaglitch, just end it already," "Sorry what was dat?" he mocks, though weakly and panting. "I couldn't hear ya over my awesomeness." You manage to conjure up enough breath, and you do not know nor care whether you are screaming or not this time because he cuts you off with a greedy messy kiss and doubles up the pace from where he left off. He pinches a hardened nub roughly between his fingers, rolling it and rubbing it as he fucks you senseless. Crashing waves of pleasure and desire wreck your body merciless, building up with intensity until you could take no more. Mind-blowing bliss, sharp and sweet, envelopes and consumes you, so strong that it is almost painful. You cannot tell whether you are breathing or yelling or crying, too distracted by the sensations, of the knowledge that it is just you and the Scout, heavy breathing and trembling, sweaty bodies. Your legs dangle limply from the edge of the table, no longer on his shoulders. You can hear faint chimes of metal above you, and you know he is hovering, supported by a hand on the table, the other still gripping your hip. You feel, rather than hear, his throaty pants and incoherent groans. He is still going, but not for long. With your convulsing walls milking him of all he’s worth, both volume and pitch of the runner's lewd words rise as he picks up the pace, cursing and swearing dirty promises that you fail to comprehend in your dazed state. But you do register the loud cry of your name and the warm, sticky fluid along your front afterwards. Your eyes flutter open to gaze up at the panting speedster in his stupor. He locks gazes with you and softly pushes his lips against yours one final time. Gasps and pants for breath follow behind a wet squelch when the kiss breaks. "So," you start, lips forming a weak grin, "Scout stamina training?" He smiles. "One you'll never f'rget, toots," You chuckle, laying back down slack with a fading blush on your face. Your body is still trembling from the experience. Best. Training. Ever.
That was pretty hot, but I have to say I'm not a fan of the fourth wall breaking-ness of it. Like, it's just weird to see Scout talk about how he was once written OOC... Iunno, just my opinion.
I don't know either. I've checked out some of her other works, and half the time the Scout breaks the Fourth Wall like he does in-game. But hey, more reader inserts, yeah?
I remember reading this awhile back. I agree with #129. However, I think having any kind of relations with the Scout would be a tad more awkward and unsure...since I usually think of him as a virgin. But this is a very nice read. Good details.
>>107 I'm so late to the party on this fic, but god DAMN. I honestly thought the incessant build up and anticipation wouldn't live up to the initial scene, but I have never been happier to say I was totally wrong. THANK you for this.
>>131 That's why there needs to be some more dominant "you"s in "ScoutxYou" fics. an annonymous second person ambushes scout and holds him down to suck his dick, that's what I wanna see.
>>133 I am extremely tempted to write that right now. All I'm pondering on currently is whether or not it should just be you sucking him off, or more. (If more, please excuse me for having to write a gender ambiguous fanfic. As I'm female, I'm not very confident with writing it from a male's perspective. That means you're riding him.) And whether it should be stated at he is a virgin. I shall await an answer.
>>131 and >>133 That sounds alright, but I still like the idea of the TF2 characters dominating the reader, even if it's not the Scout. May I request that someone post/write more TF2 mercs dominating the reader? (If it's not too much to ask, could the reader be a female? And nothing too kinky?).
>>119 I don't think it'd be creepy; I'd be really interested to see a CBSxYou or a Vent ScoutxYou. Also, may I throw Odd ScoutxYou and Sewer MedicxYou out there? There really needs to be more Freak FortressxYou besides Tentaspy (as much as I love him)! I would really have to wonder about someone who would request a VagineerxYou or SnyphurrxYou, though.
>>136 I second this opinion. I really liked Tentaspy x Fem!Reader. Let us pay homage to some other Freak Fortress reader inserts out there.
>>136 I think I might be able to do a Sewer MedicxYou, but strangely enough, I see him as a reptile-like human (probably due to some fanart I've seen). Not to mention I'm not that good with the oversized head bit. I'm just afraid it might be borderline bestiality if I write that one, because he'd be a human with reptilic features like a forked tongue, claws, scales, maybe a tail or something. Plus, it'd probably be a fanfic with rape.
>>138 I say go for it and write it. I am curious to see how the story will play out. Also, I put my name as "Anon120" because I was the one who originally posted the story at 122 and I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in Part 2 of the story, which is still being edited and re-written. I plan to have several more parts to it, but I have not written them yet.
>>139 138 here, and I'm just worried that the readers here would interpret the Sewer Medic as a furry (I've seen the rules, they don't like furries) when he's more of a reptilic human than a humanoid reptile. About Part 2, please post it. I'm extremely excited about it and would really want to see more. When you do, perhaps you'd want to not sage so that others know that there's new content, yeah?
>>140 Oh yes, I had forgotten about that. But if I recall correctly, I believe there was a Tentaspy x Reader story earlier on in this thread, and no one seemed to report it. And about the story, I just need to edit a few things. I had to re-write it several times due to me not being satisfied with it...but it is still a work in progress.
>>141 I guess that'll work as an excuse. Though pity my life suddenly became busier. I'll write it eventually. Can't wait to see the second part soon.
Hey I know this may sound very very VERY weird to ask but may there be more HeavyxReader?
You'll have to forgive me for lack of content, but I was considering doing a TentaYou x whoever. Not sure on who the other party would be, wondering if I could take some suggestions? Who would you guys like to see the most and whatnot? I reckon it'd be a really interesting thing to write~ Also, you'll have to forgive me if this doesn't sage right, or I screw up formatting because I am INCREDIBLY NEW HERE HELLO.
>>144 I'd love to see some Tentaspy and Pauling. Maybe something where she fights back at first, or pulls out a weapon when she comes upon him. Because few would actually be all 'Ooh, tentacles! *strips*'
>>144 By 'TentaYou', is it of any specific Class? I've honestly been hoping for some Scout x You, but I'm not fussy.
I wrote another chapter to the Heavy/Medic/femReader I posted at >107. Sorry, it turned into a whopper (oo-er). I hope I don't bugger up the formatting. “Solnyshko.†You stir, a small fish rising momentarily from the smooth, cool silt of deep sleep. “Solnyshko?†This time the word comes with a gentle touch on your shoulder, and the contact forces you to float to the surface. The corner of your mouth is damp - you’ve been drooling. Unsurprising, considering how tired you were. You drag the heel of your palm across your face and begin to sit up, wincing as the muscles in your neck grab. Falling asleep on the couch was a bad idea, and you knew you’d pay for it, but you’d been just so damn tired. “You cannot sleep here. Is no good for you.†You squint up, trying to match memory with the moment. You fail. “What?†“Is no good,†Heavy repeats patiently, looming over you with the light from the television throwing a glowing, bluish line around his frame. “Scout will draw on your face.†A few choice swear words accompany your exhale as you creak into an upright position. The last time that donkey-braying idiot found you asleep he’d drawn a moustache on you that would’ve made Saxton Hale jealous. It had taken days to scrub it off. Lucky that Heavy had woken you this time. Scout had vowed to draw something far worse on you next time he found you dribbling on the couch in the rec room. You suppose that had something to do with you flushing his favourite running shoes down the toilet. “God, I missed the end of the movie,†you mumble stupidly as Heavy helps you stand, trying to buy yourself some time to allow your brain to catch up to reality. “Is bad movie. No loss,†Heavy assures you, shepherding you towards the door. The lights in the corridor stab into your dry eyes and you scrub your hands against your face roughly to hide the bloom of awkwardness and self-consciousness. Your body had only just gotten over the recent and very thorough fucking you’d received: tender bruises from pressure points; stinging abrasions from friction of flesh against fabric and, at one stage, the floor; a smarting bite on your shoulder, and the sweet, throbbing soreness inside you… all faded as your uncertainty had grown. They had both left before you had awoken. Perhaps that had been prudence on their part - a way to minimise advertising to others what had taken place - but considering how much noise they’d squeezed out of you, it seemed a little pointless. You’d been too tired to hear them leave anyway. And later that morning, there had been no acknowledgement from either of them about what had taken place. No sly looks. No talk laden with double meaning. No body language that even hinted what had happened. For the best, really. To call it a tricky situation would be a chronic understatement, and if any of the others caught even a whiff of something scandalous, you’d never hear the end of it. Your brain commended their discretion, but you cannot lie. The blank faces and the casual routine of movement stung. As if you had been a momentary dalliance; something to amuse them one evening, and once their fun had been extracted, that was the end of it. You’d huffed a sigh out of your nose as you side-eyed at Medic sitting on the wooden bench next to his enormous partner, a slightly vacuous expression on his face, humming an unfamiliar tune. Heavy’s face was impassive, one giant hand running gently along the handle of his precious gun. You had to look away from that… it was far too suggestive. Well, too suggestive for you to deal with right at that moment. Interestingly, you’d noticed the top of one of the scratches you’d torn down Heavy’s chest, just peeking above the white trim of his shirt collar. You’d felt bad about that when you’d seen what you’d done, but the contrition hadn’t lasted long, and Heavy had given no indication that he had taken offense to it. That the scratches were still there made you wonder at the reason. Medic could easily have erased all trace of your clawing, but he hadn’t. You’d wondered if he’d left the deep bite mark on his own inner thigh, and suppressed a smirk at that thought. Far from flinching at the sting of your teeth, he’d doubled over you, one hand fisted tight in your hair as the pulsing of his orgasm ran along the taut, hot length of him to splash repeatedly over your breasts, to be rubbed into your skin by Heavy’s kneading, thorough fingers as you squeezed the iron-hard thickness of his cock between your thighs. It had been the delicious, silky slide of his flesh hard against your clit that had made you bite the Doctor in the first place, the ripple of engorged veins pushing against that swollen, assailed bud of pleasure, turning you savage. Dear god, even the remembrance of that has quickened your heartbeat and ravaged your cheeks like sunburn, but you cannot help but wish for more. They hadn’t been stingy with their attentions, and you had lapped it all up like a smug, prized cat. Your hunger for a repeat performance makes you feel selfish and greedy and demanding. It will keep you up until the early hours of the morning in sweating, gasping efforts to assuage your insolent libido, legs shaking and hands fatiguing, teeth clenched tight to moderate the moan of brief satiety. And so you move to scuttle away from Heavy’s side towards your own quarters, to open any distance you can between you and his muscle-wrapped body and his seraphic hands and his plundering mouth and the scent of him that screams power and pleasure and persistence. “Is wrong way.†You freeze, the gravelly timbre of his voice travelling down your spine in an electric arcing that spears into soft, lush need. “Come. Doctor will make you feel better.†You risk a glance over your shoulder at him. “But I’m not feeling ill.†The line of confusion between his brows is there only briefly. “Never said you were.†And there it is: the skyblue flash in his eyes that went straight to the heart of your addiction, that you’d seen each time you’d wrapped your body around his in desperate, edacious urgency, each time he’d tasted your flesh inside and out, each time he’d parodied pushing that glorious confirmation of his lust deep inside you. It nearly kicks your feet out from under you to leave you on your knees before him, reaching with desperate hands and a shamelessly eager throat. “Come.†He turns away without bothering to see if you follow because he knows that you will, leading you to the door of his quarters. “Is no need to worry,†he tells you gently, one hand resting on the closed door’s handle. “If you are scared, my name is safe word.†"Heavy?" His confusion lasts longer this time. “I don’t know your name,†you remind him. That surprises him for a moment. “I forget.†He tells you. When he says it, it is effortless and smooth and fitting. When you say it, it is corners and angles and faltering. He smiles slightly and tells you again, sounds curling and curving into warm whorls that make your body tighten in anticipation. He seems oddly amused by your second, only slightly less appalling rendition, but he is not cruel, and gives you a diminutive which is easier for you to repeat. You don’t get to practice it, for his mouth is on yours with soft insistence, the velvety slide of his tongue carrying with it the faint sting of clean alcohol and a cloaking sweetness of honey that marks your mouth as his. “Do not let him bully you, solnyshko,†he tells you in the brief pauses between deep, almost suckling kisses. “Make him work hard. Make him do what you want. Make him sweat.†“I don’t-†You have no time to finish giving voice your confused thoughts as the door is opened and one large, firm hand propels you gently into the room. You’ve never been in here before. Until recently there has been no reason to. Private quarters have always been that, although Scout treats yours like an extension of his own at times. But then, Scout has always had problems with boundaries. In here, it is warm and much more spacious than your room. Considering Heavy is near twice the size of you, this seems only fair. Your eyes barely touch on the shelves of books lining the walls, not only because their presence is of little surprise to you but also because the light in the room is such that the corners are near hidden, cloaking everything in an ebony vignette that frames the patient focus at the centre. He’s standing at the foot of the large bed, resting back against the wooden frame so the line of his body is a sinuous curve, head tilted just a touch to one side to present both the distinct profile of his face and the muscular lines of his neck flowing away from the precise angles of his jawline and down to the bulked, shortened muscles of his arms folded over his bare torso. You wonder if he knows he has positioned himself in precisely the manner most attractive, most tempting to you, but this is a man who holds doves in his hands every day, who sees them fly and strut and preen and puff to attract the attention of a mate. He knows exactly how to court you, to coax you towards him, but the setting has made you hesitant, and the late hour has made you more sluggish in reaction to this careful and calculated display of masculine allurement. Heavy has to nudge you to convince you to move towards the man waiting for you, hands turning you to face this seemingly somnolent lure for your base desires. His eyes open ever so slightly, the naturally darkened lids and shapely brows giving him an almost feline aspect as he studies you from behind his glasses. In your nervousness, your eyes flick over his body, appreciating the graceful contours of his collarbones, the dark hair on his chest that flows into a light stream down his front, over his taut stomach and between the firm rises of pronounced obliques to vanish behind the flat, matte silver buckle of his belt and below the waistband of his black trousers. They are of a cut you’ve never seen on him before, sitting lower on his hips, tighter around his thighs. And as your gaze travels down, you realise he has a special treat for you. His boots are always polished and precisely fitted, a supple leather binding that emphasises how well-turned his calves and ankles are, but the pair he’s wearing are new to you. There are no creases in the surface, no subtle erosion at the edges of the soles, the shaping of the toecap a touch blunter than his usual footwear. And the gleam of the leather is fractured up the inner calf by beautiful, curling lines of carving. You nearly drop to your knees to get a better look, to run your fingers along the embossed shapes and feel the beauty and artistry of them. You know he must’ve seen the reflexive action of your body, and judging from the subtle curve of his mouth, he’s certain the arrow has struck its target, deep and dead centre. “Do you know why you are here?†The Doctor’s question makes you lean back slightly against Heavy’s solid paunch, uncertain of the answer. You shake your head, lips pressed tight together. “I think it’s time our… discussion was pursued further.†Your eyebrows raise. “Discussion? Is that what you call it?†There is a glint of white teeth at your bemusement. “Well, that was more of a polite introduction before. I think there are… further complexities of communication that we can explore together.†He uncrosses his arms and you see something held in his right hand that you hadn’t noticed: the long, slender shape of a riding crop. It’s not unlike the one Soldier owns, but more elegant, more decadent, the keeper at the tip wide and long and thick. The fingerless gloves on his hands are punctured with holes at the knuckles to allow the thin leather to stretch more easily with the flexing of his fingers. And that’s when you notice what’s on the bed behind him and you know, almost for certain, what form this “conversation†is going to take. “Then this will be a very short exchange,†you tell him, a spark of defiance giving a curt clip to your words that makes the Doctor’s eyebrows drift up in surprise. “I don’t like to be humiliated.†For a moment, he seems dismayed, and you think it is because he realises that he will not have his fun, that the coil of black rope will remain unknotted, the straps unbuckled, and that flawless and unmistakably phallic length of clear glass unused. “Is that what you assume I would do to you?†The unexpected anger in his voice catches you off-guard and now you do not know what to think. Fortunately he doesn’t wait for your answer. “I would never humiliate you unless you wanted it!†The Doctor’s hand is clenched tightly around the crop, held stiffly at his side. The sharp line between his brows and the rigidity to the set of his shoulders tells you that he has taken offence to your assumption. The rumble in Heavy’s chest behind you startles you into thinking that he, too, is affronted, but you see the Doctor’s expression change and you realise that the warning had not been for you. “Spokojno, Doctor,†is the placid admonition as Heavy strokes his hands down your sides to reassure you. “Do you believe that I could do something to you that you didn’t want?†the German continues, less angry now, but more far more dispirited at what you had thought. “You would only have to say the safe word and I would stop, and even then do you think Heavy would let me go unpunished for anything done to you against your will? You would only have to breathe of it once to any of the men outside of this room and they would each send me through respawn until I begged for mercy. You would only have to hint at it to the Administrator and I would disappear forever!†He takes a step towards you, cautiously, so as not to alarm you. “You cannot know how much control, how much power you have,†he murmurs quietly. “Let me show you.†“How?†“Tell me what you want.†You don’t know how to answer this, this question no bed mate has ever asked of you, but Heavy’s words come back to you. “Do not let him bully you, solnyshko. Make him work hard. Make him do what you want. Make him sweat.†It is difficult, at first, to give voice to pleasures you have imagined while alone, in the late hours of the night, in the darkness where no-one can see the blush of horrified shame in your cheeks or feel the demanding, relentless hunger in your body. And you watch for anything in his face that suggests he is amused or repulsed or shocked at what you ask of him, but all you see is the avidness in his eyes as the pupils dilate, the colour of eagerness spreading across his cheekbones and the steely zeal in the increasing tension in his body. “Tell me what is forbidden.†His voice has deepened with the mounting excitement your words have ignited in him, and you hope he is paying attention to the lines you draw in the sand, the limits he must not cross. Surely there are things you would hate if you knew of them, things you cannot censor because your experiences are so few, so you must trust that the Doctor can find his way through what is permitted and what is proscribed. And a small, shy part of you hopes he is not laughing inside at what you do and do not know of what he can bestow on you. “Do you remember the safe word?†His eyes have grown large and dark, the pupils so widened that it gives him the look of a drug addict in the heart-pounding throes of a fix. “Yes.†“Say it.†And you do. Better this time, flowing more easily from you. There is a… flinch - a tremor, almost - that runs through the Doctor’s body when you say it, but he hides it so quickly that you doubt you even saw it in the first place. “There are rules,†he tells you, his free hand wrapping around the slender shaft of the riding crop, arms flexing so that the tool bends in a slight arc in front of his chest, the soft glove-leather creaking faintly as it stretches. “Once we begin, you must obey me without question, without hesitation.†He sees the resistance in your eyes to his demand, but instead of angering him, it makes his smile widen even further. “Stare daggers at me if it makes you feel better, kleine Falke. You can even spit curses at me if it pleases you. I find no joy in breaking spirits, but you will do as I say, or everything stops. †He shifts closer to you, so close that you are trapped between his body and Heavy’s, so close that the warmth from his bare torso intensifies the heat from your own skin. “I will follow your rules, and you will follow mine.†He bends down to whisper in your ear. “For your obedience, I will pleasure you until you cannot take it any more… until you beg for me to have mercy on you.†The huskiness of his voice makes you tremble, the iron promise in his voice making the beat of your heart race, the delicious scent of his body collapsing the last of your hesitation. “Is that what you want?†You can barely suck in a breath to give your quavering response: “Yes.†His mouth is on yours, a kiss long and slow and deep to seal the agreement between you, the taste of his tongue igniting a fire that runs down your spine… dry tinder for the acute lust you harbour for him. A second, much briefer kiss on the nape of your neck marks Heavy’s withdrawal, and the cool air at your back tells you he is no longer there, and as the Doctor breaks contact between you, you see the Russian walk into the cloaking shadows. A silent guard, a mute observer to this negotiated, prurient coupling. “Someone has been here before me,†the Doctor observes, the tip of his tongue trailing lightly over your bottom lip. “That is not polite, Bär. You and I will have words about this later, I promise you. Heavy growls something from the corner of the room in response, and the Doctor turns his head slightly. “Hypocritical as well. You were the one who said she needed discipline.†That comment snaps your head around to glare into the darkness, mouth open in mild outrage. A finger under your chin brings your attention back to the man in front of you. “Oh yes. Heavy wants to watch me control you. And you know…†He stretches his arms up and behind his head in a smooth, languid motion so that the riding crop rests along his shoulders, hands clasping each end of the black leather switch as he shifts his weight over to one leg. “… I’m very, very good at that sort of thing.†The soft certainty of his words, the tilt of his hips and the self-assured smirk on his face are deliciously galling. Your annoyance serves to amuse him, and he moves forward so that his body presses against yours, forcing you to tip your head up and back to look at him, but you’ll be damned if you let him cow you, so you hold your ground. Do not let him bully you. You’ve had assertive lovers before. It did not bother you because you made sure that you could be just as demanding, just as decisive. If the Doctor wishes to be the martinet, then you will play his game. Make him work hard. You want to find out just how good he is at bridling your desire, how skilful he can be at wrangling the fickle, slippery eel of your libido. Let him work without the net of your assertiveness and discover how taxing you can be. Make him do what you want. You’ve told him what you wanted. He asked. He had little trouble pleasuring you before, but now a gauntlet has been thrown down. If he wants to blow your mind, you’ll have to be sly in order to burn his fingers without him noticing. Make him sweat. That will come down to strength of will. If the Doctor is going to draw this out until you beg, you had better make him gasp before you plead. The leather strap fastening around your neck brings your eyes back into focus, cutting short your internal circumspection. Your head pulls back like a wilful, unbroken horse, but the Doctor holds the loop of his belt tight in his hand. “By all means, keep pulling if you want to mark your pretty neck,†he tells you, gazing at you through half-closed eyes. “But I suggest you get down on your knees.†There is a thread of steel in his voice, a mark of his declaration to accept no stubbornness from you. Your flare of defiance is harder to overcome than you realised, and you come close to accusing him of lying, of tricking you into something designed to debase you. But you made an agreement, and he promised to give you what you wanted. So you will bend your neck, figuratively and literally, and challenge him to prove his ability to fulfil his end of the bargain. You let the sneer on your face remain as you kneel before him, head tilted up and to the side so that the buckle doesn’t pinch the skin of your throat. One boot raises slowly, the sole placed on the long strap and pushing down until you are forced to double over, head turned to one side so your cheek rests flat on the ground. Your eyes focus on the unmarked heel as it comes to rest in front of your face, then travel up to the exquisite carving spreading up from the instep and along the inside of the calf. You wanted a closer look at it, and it does not disappoint. The lush, glowing leather is tattooed with perfectly detailed leaves and branches in interlacing patterns, winding around oval bowers. Bowers that hold birds… doves. Paired. And mating. “Do you like them?†he asks you. “I bought them especially for you. If you’re a good girl, I’ll even keep them on when I fuck you. And I know how badly you want that.†Yes, he’d seen the desire in your eyes that first time. A desire that, admittedly, he’d denied, along with the belt you’re certain now he’d wanted to leash you with, but as a compromise, he had relinquished his need just as he had refused yours. Now, both would be fulfilled. Provided you did as you were told, of course. The wanton, embossed metaphor in front of your eyes makes you crane towards the Doctor’s anchoring foot, and your lips part as you inhale, taking the rich, earthy scent of pristine leather deeply into your lungs. Your tongue slides along his ankle, the tip of it tracing the rises and troughs of the carving. It is how you have chosen to show your appreciation for this gift, an open admission and acceptance of your fetish. You taste your way unhurriedly up the Doctor’s calf, noting that he allows you to continue by releasing his tight grip on the end of the belt and lifting his weight off his foot to allow the leather to slip under the arch of his boot. You’re sure to place a wide-mouthed, suckling kiss on each of the mating doves. The end of the belt thumps to the floor as you reach the top of the boot, just below his knee, but instead of rising further, you dip your head back down, this time to the other foot, to lavish the same devotion up the inside of his leg. This time, when you reach the top, you continue, the smooth, thick fabric of his trousers gliding over your lips. You breathe in deep as you nuzzle up his thigh, the tip of your nose seeking evidence of his body’s response to your wordless attentions. You are not disappointed. He is already noticeably aroused, but the length of him is drawn oddly to one side. You trace your mouth along it, lips wide to bracket the thickness, but he returns his grip to the belt strap, pulling your head away from his groin. “Patience,†he tells you, the end of the word hissing through clenched, perfect teeth, and you are dragged up on to your feet again. “Take your clothes off,†he instructs you, taking a step back to give you room. “All of them.†You remember how he stripped off his clothes for you, the lithe and fluid ease with which he revealed his body, and you know you cannot match it, but you try nonetheless. In your own way. The belt wrapped around your neck makes the whole exercise a challenge, but you manage as best you can. You make sure that the slide of your shirt slows as it slips over your chest, that you turn your back to him as you push your trousers down and over the firm swell of your behind, bending forward so that the fabric of your underwear stretches tight over your flesh. Perhaps he is sharp-eyed enough to spot the dampness you feel between your thighs before you straighten and turn back to face him. Instead of unhooking your bra, you slip your hands in and underneath your breasts, lifting them out from behind the pale blue cotton so that they’re kept high and round and pressed together by the tension of the material sitting below them. You glide your hands over your skin to linger on the flushed peaks to sweeten the delay of obeying the Doctor’s demand, before sweeping your hands back and unclasping the metal fastener. You toss the bra aside and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your knickers when the leather of the crop’s keeper brushes over the back of one of your hands. “I’ve changed my mind. Lay down on the bed.†He uses the crop and the belt to direct you where he wants you to go. “On your back.†You are barely prone when he is on top of you, straddling your hips and pinning you down. “Hands on the bar,†he orders, and you curl your fingers around the thick wooden crosspiece of the bed-head. Black rope is wound quickly and efficiently around your wrists, holding your arms in place over your head, and knotted securely so you are unable to move as the Doctor’s hands rove over the surface of your body, learning the planes and dips and curves that lay below him, finding what makes you gasp and what makes you moan. Testing what has you writhing and straining at your bonds. Telling you just how he means to control you, to draw out your pleasure into an accelerated king and neap tidal cycle of arousal with his hands, with his mouth, with his voice as he switches between his native and his learned tongues effortlessly. He takes his time in employing the use of his physical tongue, interspersing the liquid trail of it with cautioning nips of his teeth to make you lie still as he sinks lower. Teasing you through moistened fabric is a sweet little side-game for him. The Doctor nudges that graceful nose against hot, cushioning flesh, inhaling deeply. It seems animalistic… a predator assessing the ripeness of his prey, of how easily he can pounce and consume at his leisure. Lips brush lightly over the material, a slow and definite sweep of tongue going from low to high, staring you in the eyes as he does it, making the action all the more depraved for it… a promise of how he will savour the taste of you for as long as he wants. With teeth and hands he strips the last of your clothing from you, leaving you bare, glistening and plump. You don’t know which of the two of you is hungrier for him to start. He learns quickly how to tell when you’re moving too swiftly towards orgasm, deciphers how to manipulate your body to dam the flow of luscious sensitivity and then release it in an ever-increasing flood. Back and forth, guiding you down paths he has set for you, that he will not let you turn from. He is merciless, using the razor-thin, red-tinged gilt of pain when it seems you are slipping out of the carnal grasp he has on you, not hesitating to sink his teeth into you when he deems it necessary. The mark of his pinching incisors litters your skin, a bouquet of rich pink petals that speak of his fervency in controlling you, branding you as his, reminding you that right now your pleasure is in his strong, knowledgeable, wicked hands. But you find that the biting starts to enhance rather than detract from the effects of the hot, silken clasp of his mouth and the firm pressure of his tongue, head buried between your thighs, fingers pushing in deep to curl and stroke and scoop the slickness out of you. Your awareness of time passing leaves you while you writhe atop perspiration soaked sheets as the Doctor squeezes and milks your body unrelentingly. Cool, thick glass slides into you, an extension of his hand as he besieges you with the guttural, incomprehensible promises he hisses in your ear, thrusting this unyielding imitation of an erection in and out of you slowly and firmly until the glass has absorbed the heat of your body, the lack of rough friction allowing that rare, gradual and delectable engorging and lengthening of the inside of you that will ensure he can push every inch of his cock deep into you when he is ready. He makes you watch him as he licks the glass clean of the pale white cream this uninterrupted plunging has made of your clear, silky lust, before tossing the toy aside and untying your hands. The surge of blood into your fingers is painfully sudden and you clench your hands repeatedly to bring feeling back into them as you sit up. The Doctor gives you no time to attend to effects of the rope bindings, pulling the free end of the belt still around your neck until you are on your knees once again before him, gasping raggedly, millimetres from his still-hidden erection. “Now you can have it,†he growls at you. Your hands are smacked briskly away from the buttons. “Use your mouth!†In some ways this is a blessing, since the feeling has returned to your hands, but in the form of ice-tipped pins and needles that make your fingers shake. You surreptitiously massage your hands together as you pull the Doctor’s trousers open with your teeth. Stark, bright red silk meets your eyes as you nuzzle the black fabric of his now-open trousers aside, and you realise that he has wrapped one of his ties along the length of his cock and around his hips to hold the evidence of his own arousal tight against the juncture of his thigh with his body. The wide end of the tie trails from a slip knot and you pull it free with your teeth. As the sweat darkened silk falls away, the glint of silver reveals that the tie wasn’t the only thing binding him. A smooth, half-inch thick cock ring must have held him in a throbbing perdition before you had even walked through the door. He is thicker and harder than you remember him being, veins pushed to their limit by blood that has flowed in but not been allowed to escape with any ease, shaft taut and flushed, leading to a rich, succulent head, that makes you eager to taste it while it is in this tortured, tumescent state. So you do. It is hot and delicious, and while it is tempting for you to use your teeth in a manner you know he likes, you salve tender flesh with tongue and lips. When you blow gently on glistening skin, you feel his thighs shake under your hands and see the rhythmic contraction of the muscles in his abdomen. His fingers twine into your hair to anchor your head still, the thumb of his other hand slipping into your mouth to press down on your back teeth, opening your jaw wider and guarding against the chance you might reflexively bite him as he sinks his cock into your mouth. Deeper. And deeper. You open your throat to him, easier now that he no longer has a grip on the belt around your neck, but the angle is poor, and his thrusts are not as great as he would like, and he hits the back of your throat too soon. “Lay down, Spätzchen,†he sighs, pulling out of your mouth reluctantly. “I want to see your lips kiss silver.†With your head draped back over the edge of the bed, the Doctor can now push in so much farther. Legs spread wide, he rocks his hips back and forth, sliding over your tongue and deep into your throat, slowly enough for you to become used to it, slowly enough so you don’t choke or bite because he cannot guard against your teeth now. His hands are planted on the bed beside your hips, and he uses them to stabilise himself so he can thrust. His cock stretches your throat firmly, taking you to the beginning of your gag reflex and flirting along the edge of it until your tolerance increases. Then further in, under you feel the rounded edge of that silver cock ring press against your mouth, the brush of pubic hair against your face and the caress of his open trousers against your cheeks. “Sehr gut,†he whispers, and begins to pump his hips so that his cock slides back and forth down your throat. Just a little way at first, then increasing so that luscious head squeezes past your tongue and gives your moans a glottal hitch. “Do not touch yourself unless I tell you,†the Doctor snarls at you, not breaking his rhythm, and you realise that you have your fingers dipped deep into yourself. You pull them out reluctantly and curl your hands into white knuckled fists. Selfish of him to steal pleasure from you, but the taste of him fills you, saliva leaking out from around his girth and trailing into your hair. How you wish you could see the plunge as he draws nearly clear of your mouth before sliding back in, the peristaltic flexing along your neck, the pulsing clench and release of his muscles, the expression on his face as he fucks your throat, so masterfully. He pulls out abruptly with a curse, leaving you gasping and choking, and before you know it, you’re flipped onto your front over his knees. The crack of his palm on your bottom makes you buck and squawk. “What did I tell you?†Whack. “Is your memory that bad?†Whack. “Or do you think you can disobey me and get away with it?†Whack. The skin on your rump stings sharply where he strikes it, his left forearm pushed against your upper back to keep you down against his thighs. Your bare feet try to gain purchase on the floor, but the smarting smacks have you flinching and writhing erratically to escape. “I told you not to touch yourself.†Whack. “That was not a suggestion.†Whack.[i] “I asked for your total obedience and I will have it.†“You arsehole!†[i]Whack. “I can keep this up all night, you know.†“You arrogant shit!†Whack. “I’m starting to think you like being spanked.†“Son of a bitch!†Whack. “You know what you need to do to end it.†That stops your struggle dead, your teeth centimetres from latching on to his leg, lips pulled back into a snarl of frustration, eyes smarting from the burning impacts of his open hand. The safe word? No! It is too soon. Everything was going so deliciously until… until you disobeyed. You hadn’t even been aware of doing it, but you can feel the slipperiness of your fingers and you know that the fault is yours. You don’t want it to end here. You want more. Not the spanking, no. You want the delectable, depraved, dizzying delight he has brought you. You want him to take you through every one of your secret pleasures unhurriedly. You want to savour the physical, carnal worship between two hungry lovers. You want him to fuck you until you drop. The room is silent except for your panting, and you know he has his hand raised. Waiting. He has given you a choice: to stop the disobedience, or to stop it all. Your hands wrap around his ankle, and you press your mouth against the leather of his boots, tilting your hips back to raise your bottom up. “Yes, Doctor.†You have made your choice. And he rewards you for it, hooking his arm under your stomach and turning you so that you must hold yourself up off the floor with shaking arms as he buries his face between your buttocks, delving into the honeypot and sucking hard as if to draw the blood away from your smacked flesh and through your clit, making you groan. He wrestles you back on to the bed, but binds your wrists to the bed frame once more. This time you are on your front, allowing him to lap and lick at the hand marks he has left on your behind, grazing them with his teeth. Pleasure and pain combine in a swirling relish. You are certain it is deliberate that he hisses in German in your ear to leave you ignorant of whether he is praising you or castigating you, driving his cock between your buttocks to slide across tight, sensitive flesh, hips driving down firmly and sharply so that with each thrust, there is a cushioned but merciless pummelling of your clit against the mattress. It isn’t long before he has you crying out in wordless delirium at the sensations. You lose track of the positions he bends and twists you into, of the ways he ties you up with rope and strap, and the times he takes you right to the edge with his tongue and his hands and his cock before dragging you back. Teasing you with that phallic glass as his hips snap forward to plunder your throat fervently. Stroking your body with that riding crop, ravaging you with the long handle of it. Squeezing your breasts with his large, strong hands, fingertips pinching softly as he demands you press your thighs together tighter so he can stroke his cock between your taut muscles, pushing your head down so that you can watch the way it rakes back and forth, parting your flesh with long, wet spears. You try and hold on, convinced that each time he grapples you towards that ecstatic peak that you will be unable to stop, but it is a more formidable task that you had ever imagined. The Doctor delights in torturing you, in dangling you over that precipice and threatening you with a toe-curling, jaw-clenching, pulsating climax that you cannot control. But you can see the sweat covering his body and the eagerness of his movements that clash with the self-satisfied command of his voice. You can feel the tremor in his muscles and the heaving of his chest that increases in intensity. You can hear the tightness in the rasp of his voice and the flagrant, wet lash of skin against skin, flesh against flesh. And you know from the slick grip of the Doctor’s hands, the pounding power of his hips and thighs, the strain and swell of vein, the red flush over throat and along cheekbones and down shaft, and the bite and cut of his teeth that he cannot last much longer. He routs you from behind, trousers still up around his hips, boots still on - just like he promised. Both of you on all fours. “Spätzchen, I can hardly wait until Heavy takes you,†the Doctor reveals, mouth next to your ear, his cheek rubbing firmly against you like a cat claiming possession. “I want to see him make you gasp as he fucks you. It will be exquisite. You will have never felt anything like it, I promise you.†The blood in your cheeks makes your skin burn as you recall that Heavy is watching you from the darkness, watching as his German lover plunders your body with his own, wresting slick, taut delight out of you. Even after all this measured, methodical, lascivious manipulation of your flesh, you’re snug tight, engorged tissue sliding into and flowing over yours. Your shoulders stiffen in alarm at the thought of Heavy inside you like this, and the Doctor feels the constriction run through you. “Oh, don’t be frightened,†he croons, all soft velvet and smooth silk. “I’ll make sure it won’t hurt. Trust me, you’ll want every last, delicious inch inside you.†One hand lifts to your throat, stroking gently to calm you, weight shifting to his legs, hips focusing more pressure with each thrust. “I want to see him squeeze that glorious cock of his so deep into you.†A gasped, ragged wish confessed with a moan, palm sliding down from your neck to your breast, cupping its fullness and kneading slowly, fingertips teasing, merciless. You begin to feel the surge of heat flush up your neck, the slight change in the angle of penetration aligning the Doctor’s cock perfectly with a point inside you you never thought you had. “I want to see your body swallow him up, and then I will fuck you. I want to feel him thrust inside you. I want to feel you tighten around him as he does it. I want him to feel me fuck you from behind. I want to hear you beg for more. I will make you beg for more. Oh, you will beg for more,†he vows, hand burying between your thighs, fingers spreading so he can feel the slippery push of his flesh between them as it sinks into you, but this tips him too far into his lust, and his body rears up from yours. Damp fingers entwine in your hair to pull your head up and back, baring your throat, anchoring his weight through knee and foot so he can ride you thoroughly, a growl rising up from his chest into his throat as his hips pound against you, sweat-drenched skin smacking louder and faster. The muscles in your legs bunch and strain as you try and hold yourself level but the bed is rocking back and forth so much that you have to push back at a strong angle to stop the Doctor from fucking you flat on to your face because you know that wouldn’t stop him, wouldn’t stop the powerful plunge into you, wouldn’t allow you the strength to match this bestial rutting he is pummeling you with. The heels of your palms dig into the mattress to help you find purchase, driving you back as hard as he is spearing forward. Until you feel him lean back, spine arching, the heel of his boot ramming down as his thrusting grows wilder and wider in its arc, as the growl turns into a groan, as the tight drawing-up of his balls under his cock tells you how close he is. His double-handed grip on your hair is bordering on painful, the pull lifting you up off your hands for the briefest of moments before the tidal wave of his orgasm slams into you, once… twice… three times and then you are drowning in your own climax, your body drinking the long, pulsing surges of his cum eagerly, toes curling, muscles rigid and shaking, the moans torn forth from you both entwining in a chorus of savage pleasure. And still the Doctor fucks you, finding a new, slower rhythm that prolongs your orgasm into smaller, sweeter bursts of peaking that make your ears ring and tickles your thighs with the hot ejaculate that is cored out of you with his diminishing onslaught into you, panting breath just behind your ear. “Ausgezeichnet!†The sweat leaking into the corners of your eyes makes them sting, blurring your vision as Heavy walks from his shrouded corner towards you. It was only at the end that you’d remembered he had been in the room, the Doctor maneuvering you both into the perfect position for the Russian’s voyeuristic delight, promising in a lust-thickened voice of what still awaits you, of what they will relish doing to you when they both take you at once. But your eyes are at the exact height to see that Heavy has taken no physical relief from the erotic display, the cloth of his trousers pulled and stretched tight: a hunger still unsatiated. His hands must’ve been nailed to the chair to have not stroked himself to fulfillment. And you wonder if restraint comes from his own will or that of the Doctor’s, whether or not you were the only one being moulded and tempered and honed. The Heavy crouches down in front of you, calm face contrasting with the insistent, powerful surfeit of need trammeled behind thick cloth. But you can tell from the dilation of his pupils and his flared nostrils that it is still a significant exertion of control to keep himself in check. It is a struggle not just to hold yourself up, but the Doctor as well. He shows no sign of moving, forehead resting between your shoulder blades, hands pressed down on to the bed on either side of yours, quietly humming that tune you’d first heard the morning after they’d proven to you that two was better than one. His hips are moving ever so gently, making you sway forward and back, your arms shaking from the effort to stabilise yourself so you don’t flop clumsily on to your front. “What is he doing?†you ask Heavy, as quietly as you can, but it is more of a series of gasps than a smooth, subtle inquiry, the blood still surging in your body, heart squeezing in desperate endeavour, begging for aid from exhausted lungs. Heavy leans to one side to look. “Very little now.†“No, I mean…†You lower your voice to as much a whisper as you can. “Why is he humming like that?†“Is OK. Is like cat purr for him.†It could be coincidence, but at Heavy’s words, the Doctor rocks his hips just a little more forcefully against you, just once, the humming slipping into incoherent, melodic German words, breath hot against your back. “Did I make him work hard?†“Yes. Did he do what you wanted?†Heavy asks in his deep, gravelly voice. “Yes. Did I make him sweat?†Heavy laughs at that. “Oh, yes. Is good. Doctor has had it too easy for too long.†You shake your head in open disbelief. “I can’t imagine you’re easy.†“Doctor tamed me long ago, solnyshko.†He raises one large hand and runs the back of one finger down the side of your cheek, his skin cool against yours. “You are the most challenge he’s had in a long time.†“I can hear you, you know.†The lilting singing has stopped, vocal tone at your back going from blissful to piqued. “You’re meant to,†Heavy tells him, not taking his eyes from your flushed face. That stroking finger slips under your chin to lift it. The Doctor’s voice stops him just as the Russian’s lips brush yours. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten your little transgression. It seems your own discipline needs attending to.†You know from the expression on Heavy’s face that this is exactly what he was hoping for.
>>147 I. Am. Speechless. HNNNGH.
Wonderful, just wonderful, keep writing.
Oh my....wow.... More, please more!
please, op, tell me you're going to continue this. I need this to continue or I will cry.
>>144 >>146 I personally think any class for the Tenta!You would work fine. <spoiler>Spy might be the best though - there's something that's just so "HNNNNNGH" about Tentaspies.</spoiler> Though I must say that the most effective regular human Class in the pairing would have to be Scout. In my experience with TF2 fic, he seems to be the least open to anything that isn't vanilla man-on-woman. <spoiler>Aaaand Kaptain Kritrawket proves that she's a sucker for dub-con fics.</spoiler>
Shit. I'm having trouble deleting my last post so I can edit it, I'll just say it here. Also, why didn't my spoiler tags work? I've never had trouble with it before. Anyway, I think Tenta!You (any Class) x Scout would be best. Seeing as Scout is generally portrayed with a lack of openness to different kinds of relationships beyond man-on-woman, I see the most potential there for character development and an ongoing story - and I've seen some excellent multi-part fics in this thread. I know it can be done, and I'd love to see it.
>>153 I'd like to see Tenta!Medic!You x Heavy, too. I did an RP once where my Tenta!Fem!Medic penetrated her Heavy boyfriend in the bath with her tentacles, and it really satisfied my kink for a) consensacles, b) pegging.
I'd like to see a tenta!Medic x You. Also, anything with Engineer because I just hhhhhhhhhhhh >>153 that sounds pretty damn good too
I'm really sorry for abump, I'm kind of new here... I have a Medic x You in mind, and it's a romance one. For example, the reader is RED while he's BLU. Problem is, I'm not too confident in my writing. It's my first one. Should I finish it?
>>156 Finish it, post it, and get some con crit.
May I please request a really juicy sniper x you fanfic? I've read just about every sniper x reader fanfic I could find throughout the Internet and I can never get enough of Sniper. Just send me links to sniper x reader fanfic's if you can or even better someone please write one that hasn't be written before. Thanks.
Oh, i saw one where Raeder-chan is a Red but the Blu got her in hostage? Could anyone please continue it? It's a really good one! (( sorry for my bad english btw, i'm french ;w;))
I had an idea for a "choose your adventure"-type porn. Basically, branching story paths whether you wanted your character to have breasts or not, or whether or not you wanted them to have a penis vs. a vagina. I wouldn't mention gender pronouns at any point. I'm just hesitant, because I want this to be accepting towards any transgender readers, and yet I've seen people try to be more open to the LGBT etc. community and have it backfire horribly.
>>160 Colour me interested. Just out of curiousity, any reason you don't want to just write the whole fic one way, then switch out certain parts to cater to the other options? I'm not even sure which way would be more work, hah
may i please request a Merasmus x reader? this guy needs love, seriously ;-;
>>107 >>147 I need more of this like BURNING It's so sensual and well written
i would love to write one... but i'm so shy... ><
>>161 Basically, just the porn snippets would be different, the setup would be identical. Or I could do it like TeratoMarty's Heavy x You fic, which (if I remember correctly) never actually mentioned genitalia, and just used phrases like "your hole".
>>160 This needs to happen!! Pretty please, OP!
would someone write a really cool Sniper x reader, puh-reese? ;w;
I hate to be a stickler...but can you guys please remember to sage your posts if you're not adding a new fic? When you don't, it makes it look like there was an update, and seeing that there wasn't is rather disappointing.
>>168 Agreed. I was hoping to see some more Class x You goodness. >>160 That seems like a very interesting idea. I'd love to see this happen. Is it going to have multiple choices as to which class you can end up with, as well?
Hey, So this is my first time posting on this site and my first time writing something like this, and as the n00b I am I'm really sorry if I didn't do this right. Or if I accidentally bumped a thread that was supposed to be saged or something, because I probably managed to do that too. Blegh. Anyway, I wanted to try out a consensual Tentaspy X fem!reader, and one in which the Spy has just recently become a tenta and isn't used to it yet, because I've never seen a fic like that before. (And I'm really sorry that it takes so long to get to the actual sex, but I like me some buildup.) Also, I'd love love love to see another Tentaspy X fem!reader or sadistic, blood-fetish Medic X fem!reader from someone. Well, here goes: --- You pull irritatedly at your upturned collar for what seems like the millionth time, shifting the heavy strap beneath the fabric and allowing the tiniest draft of air to brush past your neck--not even cold air, either, but the same hot dryness that is this place's entire atmosphere. Whoever decided that it would be a good idea to give messengers a thick beige trenchcoat for a uniform and then send them off into deserts in the middle of nowhere deserves a good punch to the face, you think bitterly. You cast a sideways glance over your sunglasses (the only reasonable part of your uniform) at your identically dressed companion, who looks equally uncomfortable, but like you and every other messenger are instructed to do, he does not speak and merely returns your gaze with a curt nod. The two of you are standing on a narrow strip that marks the no-man's-land between the RED and BLU bases, and it is here that the agent who'd dropped you off in this godforsaken place said you were to split up and deliver your messages to each set of mercenaries--different messages, presumably, which would explain why you aren't allowed to speak but doesn't really explain how a single woman can simultaneously communicate to both sides over a live feed. Switches, perhaps. Editing. But you aren't supposed to ask questions, either, and you quickly redirect your thoughts before they turn into anything dangerous. You are here to deliver a message to the BLU base. No questions, no thoughts, just a message and then returning the miniature television that's currently strapped to your chest to the Administrator lady. No problem. If only the strip of no-man's-land weren't so small and open. It's your companion that moves first while you're still busy hesitating, and you watch him take slow, cautious strides toward RED base, his trenchcoat billowing in the hot wind and dirt pummeling the heels of his boots with a sound like the hushed rattle of tiny hail. He's about halfway to the main building when you see the red flash at the top window of one of the buildings, but it's gone before you're really sure you saw it. And then his head explodes in an impossible spew of gore with the sharp crack of a rifle shot, and you watch in fascinated, immobile horror as his body takes one more jerky step before falling to its knees and then to its front. And then stops moving. The sight of that red flash's blue counterpart gliding across the ground toward you, though, gets you up and lunging awkwardly to the side just as the circular pool of light finds its target. You are thrown harshly through the air with a second sharp crack and land face down, earning yourself a mouthful of dirt, but holy shit you are >alive, and you waste no time in struggling to your feet and half-falling down the sand slopes to the sound of another rifle shot at your heels and your heart pounding hard in your ears. Detachedly, you wish you had spent a little more time in the gym for endurance training. Less detachedly, you break the messenger rules and scream every curse word you know as another bullet catches the edge of your boot and drops you, leaving you crawling frantically on your stomach with your eyes squeezed shut against the sand that mercilessly pelts your face. You don't notice the water until you've blundered into it, and immediately your feet are swept from under you by the powerful surge of a man-made current before your mind even has the time to process a "what the hell." It tosses you like a rag doll and slams you against slimy concrete and half-rusted grating with a force that makes your teeth rattle, but though it's hard to breathe with the air knocked out of you and your chest aching, you have the coherency to realize that your trenchcoat is dragging you to the bottom and you struggle your way out of it, watching as it is lost to sight down another set of tunnels once it finally slides from your shoulders. With less weight keeping you confined to the strongest parts of the current, you fly off to the side and roll to a painful stop in a fairly shallow segment of piping, aching all over. There's a thick smell catching sickeningly in the back of your throat that informs you that the water you've just been soaked in is probably not the cleanest, and without your trenchcoat you are now, ironically, freezing cold. You sit up with a groan, shivering, finding to your irritation that your sunglasses are gone and there are two large bullet-shaped chunks missing from the sole of one of your boots--and wince as the miniature television bumps your sore chest. It's what actually saved you in the end, you realize as you trace your fingers over a screen cracked from the impact of the near-miss bullet, and though it is designed to be waterproof it has not survived the shot or your little half-voluntary bid for freedom. More importantly, it is heavy and sending sharp bursts of pain through what you very much hope are only bruised ribs, and you want to get rid of the dead weight. Besides, even if it were in decent enough working condition, you think as your shaking fingers struggle to unclasp the buckles holding the device in place, fuck the Administrator. What kind of asshole doesn't warn their hired messengers that the people who are meant to receive the messages have a tendency to literally shoot said messengers? After much fumbling, you toss the television to the side and watch it sink, leaning your head against the grimy concrete wall with a small sigh, the pressure on your chest at last relieved. And then a second scent worms its way into your nose--a strong scent of iron that you know isn't coming from you because you aren't bleeding. (Probably. Hopefully.) You look down to find that the water eddying around your calves has traces of dark red in it (you check each leg--nothing), and after a moment's pause you decide to follow the cloudy trail to its source, operating on the irrational hope that maybe your companion made it down here too, alive against all odds (yeah, right), or that maybe whoever-it-is might be sympathetic to a fellow half-dead person. You have just made it most of the way down a side tunnel when you suddenly hear a wet cough, far closer than you expected, and you all but trip over the person you were looking for. He is male, but he is not your companion (he has significantly more of his head left, any rate). He is, however, the same kind of long and thin in build, and he is slumped against the wall with only the faintest rise and fall of his chest to indicate that he is still living, the murky water up to his waist and his breath catching in his lungs with painful gasps on each inhale. You gingerly approach since he isn't moving, and your eyes adjust to the darkness just enough to catch a glimpse of the shredded ruins of clothing that dangle from his shoulders and arms. You see enough of their color to start making assumptions, but it's the mask clinging tightly to his face that gives him away. You recognize it from the short briefing you'd had as a messenger--this man is a BLU Spy, and a badly injured one at that. It's the injuries that allow you the nerve to dare to step closer, and if you squint you can see where (you think) the blood is coming from--an oddly symmetrical set of gashes running at angles along both his sides just beneath his chest, three on each. The edges of the apparent wounds seem almost to flutter as they ooze, but you dismiss this as your imagination and the effects of the movement of the water, and quickly turn your attention to the BLU's labored breathing. The mask, you notice, appears to cover his nose, and with its being wet it probably wouldn't be very conducive to not suffocating. After a moment's indecision mixed with what you sense is a half-forbidden curiosity, you reach your hands out and begin to gingerly edge the mask up. It's hard to say which of you is more surprised when the Spy's startlingly blue eyes shoot open (dilated in fear, you notice) and both of your wrists are roughly grabbed and shoved away from his face. "What do you think you are doing," he hisses venomously, and ten sharp points of pain at your wrists lead you to look down, wide-eyed, at his hands. They are a strange black-blue color that you would have dismissed as ruined gloves, had said gloves not been in tatters about his own wrists and had his fingers not ended in curving, long nails that could well be considered claws. Your gaze drifts farther down, and you notice that the visible edge of his waist is also that odd shade of black-blue that contrasts so sharply with the rest of his pale skin, a shade that deepens from navy to black in a gradient whose darkest part touches the water. Your first thought is that maybe his extremities have succumbed to the cold, and you leave his question unanswered (he seems to look less offended now that he has caught a glimpse of you, anyway, and more cautiously curious--he must have expected an enemy mercenary to be finishing him off) as you hesitantly voice your concern: "Can you, uh... Can you feel your legs, by any chance?" "My legs," the Spy repeats flatly, then with more emphasis: "My legs?" He begins to laugh, and it sounds vaguely unhinged enough that you pull away from his loosened grip and nearly fall over yourself treading water backwards, staring at teeth which seem just a little too pointed and a tongue that seems just a little too dark as he throws his head back in a humor you don't understand. You understand a lot more than you would have liked to as his slim form inexplicably raises higher than it should, the remnants of wet suit sloughing off him as huge, slick masses of black-blue with white undersides curl beneath his torso and lift him to the ceiling. ("This certainly wasn't in the briefing" is the one coherent thought your mind manages to throw at you while you reel in shock.) You almost scream as one of the thick tendrils--tentacles, holy >shit--narrowly misses your head and latches to the wall behind you by its suckers, pulling the Spy and his angrily glinting eyes a full two feet above you. "No, cher, I cannot feel my fucking legs," he spits, and then suddenly withdraws into himself with a shudder. "I cannot... Mon dieu, what has happened to me." There is a certain note of badly hidden despair in his voice that makes you stop pressing your back to the opposite wall in half-terror, half-fascination, but it helps that he allows himself to sink helplessly atop the writhing mass of tentacles until he is slumped below your height, nearly chest-deep in water. "Well, what did happen to you? I take it you weren't always... like this," you half-echo, unsure of what exactly to say, any comforting words you might have had in your memory fleeing at the impossible sight before you. You notice now, with some interest, that the slits in his sides have stopped bleeding--oozing--whatever they were doing now that they are fully submerged, and they continue to pulse at the edges in a way that makes you realize that they are, in fact, gills. Probably they hadn't been bleeding at all, and blood from another injury had just gotten into them and choked him. "Of course I wasn't always like zis," says the former Spy sarcastically, straightening back up, but the comment is more out of habitual snark than anything as he frowns absently, trying to remember. "I... Zere were lights. Very bright, and a lot of blood. And... I don't know. A lot of blank. I woke up at--in-- Merde, I don't even remember where I was. It was hard to breathe, and I couldn't see, and everysing was blurred, zee sensations were too much, everysing hurt like hell..." At this point, the Spy seems to realize that he is spilling his most frantic thoughts to a total stranger and he stops again, eyeing you warily. Daring you to take advantage of his weakness. "Sensations?" you push carefully, doing your best to assume the most innocent, harmless expression possible. The Spy sighs. "... I zink... It's juzt... more intense now. All of it. The disgustingness of zis water. The roughness of zese walls. The heat of your breath... I can hear your heart's beating from here, and it is deafening." You shift self-consciously, and the man's face assumes a weak semblance of the sly grin you had seen on him in the slide-show. "And very fast. Are you afraid of me?" There is an underlying tone to this question that you can't quite make out, and you shoot a glance toward the thick, wriggling curve of one of the tentacles, watching it contort powerfully and imagining what it could do if the Spy aimed to hurt. "...I don't know." "I am afraid of me," the Spy murmurs quietly, and silence falls but for the gentle plink, plink of water dripping somewhere deeper in the maze of pipes. It lasts for all of five seconds before the sharp echo of footsteps and voices from the opposite direction causes you both to tense, and you are about to say something else when a tentacle is suddenly, sloppily wrapped around your face to mute you and you find yourself being dragged at alarming speed through the water, your knees and elbows scraping the concrete at random intervals as the former Spy glances off walls and plows through too-shallow depths in his haste. You tumble to a halt, yet again thoroughly soaked and sore, in a larger, brighter section of pipe that is running with significantly cleaner water, and you turn to the unmistakable form of the Spy with a question on your lips. "Apologies, cher. I... Whoever has come zis far to look for--eizzer of us, bozh of us possibly--cannot have good intentions in mind." His impossible appendages writhe over themselves in betrayal of the nervousness he is hiding so well in his face. "Zis area will be safe as long as zose chasing us do not also possess suckers," he mutters with a dry humorless chuckle, then blinks and looks down at himself in the better lighting. It must be the first time he's really seen what he is, you can tell from the subtle fall in his expression, and it's the first time you can really see him too. The black-blue color is less dark than you thought it was, more iridescent, shimmering from blue to purple and back again as it catches the light in different ways, and the blue tint spreads across his face and over the well-built form of his torso. He has little speckled frills as well, extending from his wrists down his forearms and almost to his sharp elbows, like breathtakingly-blue fish fins, and the visible edge of his neck flutters with another slightly more fragile set of gills. "Mon dieu," he repeats with more unhappy writhing from his lower half, and for some reason you find yourself approaching him, laying a hand reassuringly on his arm above the delicate frill. "You're beautiful." The former Spy jerks suddenly and you withdraw your hand with slight embarrassment as he turns to you slowly. It was stupid, so stupid to compliment something that he so obviously hates. You expect him to do something even more drastic than what he'd almost done to you when you tried to take off his mask--something overly dramatic, probably, like ripping your throat out with those sharp rows of teeth. You do not expect him to carefully lower himself and draw closer. "You...? ...Do zat again. Please." He seems to struggle with himself for a moment, and you get the feeling that this is a man that does not often say please. "It... Zat feels very nice. It's the nicest human contact I have had since--" He doesn't go any further, and doesn't have to; you remember the bleeding and eye the now-visible welts across his chest and the fresh bullet wounds grazing one shoulder, and you can tell, easily, that his newly heightened sensations have received nothing but abuse since their manifestation. You wonder whether RED or BLU had been responsible for it--or both. You lay your hand on him again, tracing gentle circles on his bluish flesh with your thumb, and he makes a vague content-sounding noise before pulling himself even closer, laying his hand over yours and drawing it to his neck until your fingertips brush the edges of the gills and your body is leaning on his. He pauses here, and a huff of indecisive air escapes the delicate slits as he raises his eyes to meet yours searchingly. "May I, cher?" He is close enough to you that you don't have to ask what he means, and something inside you reminds you that this is the closest contact you have ever had with any of the mercenaries before, BLU Sniper's bullets aside, and this mercenary also happens to be half tentacle beast--maybe you shouldn't. But the other half of you remembers that when you get out of here the Administrator will probably kill you for coming back alive with a mission incomplete--that is if your head isn't reduced to a fine red mist on your way out--and you feel, all too clearly, a rising heat in your gut as you watch the former Spy's lower half make its languid, sinuous movements while he waits. You nod. His mouth is warmer than you expect it to be, and though his initial overzealousness causes one of his teeth to nick your lip, his tongue quickly erases the sting as it slides over the tiny injury and caresses the inside of your mouth, filling it with the taste of velvety saltiness and a slight hint of smoky spice that is the distinctive flavor of expensive cigarettes. He continues to explore your mouth as his hands carefully pull your sodden shirt the rest of the way untucked and slide up your back, the claws trailing along it in a way that sends delicious chills shuddering down your spine, before bringing them to your front and easily pulling apart the ruined buttons from the inside. The tongue dips impossibly far back, tracing the edge of your gag reflex until it can push further in, and most of your clothes have already been shed carelessly to the side by the time you get around him and return the favor. You are careful to avoid the teeth at first as you dizzy yourself with a stronger taste of the salt and spice, but you nearly skewer your tongue when you feel his hands cup your bare chest, rubbing circles over the hardened buds of your nipples and making you shudder against him. Without warning, he pulls away from the kiss, but your weak protests are soon cut off by the unspeakably amazing sensation of his mouth latching to the side of your neck, teeth scraping but not breaking your skin as he swirls his tongue over it. His hands slide farther down, removing the last of your garments and continuing to caress every bit of flesh they can reach, and your senses are overwhelmed as he quickens his pace and begins to lay half-kisses, half-bites down your entire front until he reaches your throbbing clit. He pauses for an agonizing second, shooting you a mischievous grin and holding your wrists as you squirm against him, half unconsciously trying to touch yourself for release, then dips his head down and enters you with his mouth. He has one hand pressed against your lower back to hold you steady as you buck into his practiced tongue-swirling with broken groans and the other continuing to fondle your breasts, and you would almost worry about his being able to breathe if it weren't for your clear view of his gills rippling along his sides with gasps of his own. His upper half is obviously experienced in love, you can tell from the way the movements of his hands and mouth make the edges of your vision spark white, but he doesn't really know what to do with the rest of himself. You decide to help him, waiting until he goes back to kissing your torso before you grind your newly slick undercarriage against one of his tentacles. The Spy makes a soft exclamation in French, and his lower half makes a quick, jerking writhe that makes the muscles in your abdomen clench as the appendage you are riding presses against you. You go limp, fastening yourself to him when you find your mouth at his collarbone, and he pulls nearly all of his tentacles out of the water to encircle you, pressing you against the wall with a cushion of pulsating suckers at your back and everywhere else. He begins a little too roughly here, too, his inexperience with tentacle motor control leaving neat rows of purplish, circular hickeys crisscrossing your body wherever they touch at first, but he catches on quickly. You find the heat at your core rising into a feverish throb that all but drowns out your racing heartbeat as the suckers take over where his hands and mouth have already molded you deliciously to their touch, cupping over your nipples and rotating gently on your neck and twitching stomach, massaging all your soreness and tenseness away. His lips capture yours again, hungrily, nipping playfully but carefully at your skin while his hands begin to knead your ass. You are so occupied with the rise and fall and pulse of the countless limbs that are pleasuring every last outer surface of you that you don't notice the cautious, cold tip of one of his smaller tentacles sliding into you until it grazes a cluster of nerves deep inside, and you moan loudly in response, tightening around it. He pushes in further, slowly but with a relentlessly steady pace, until you're stretched farther than you thought you could go, near the end of the appendage's thickness, your abdomen visibly if slightly distended and the movement of tentacles inside and outside pressing against more nerves you had no idea were in there. Your nails drag along his back as you spasm in uncontrollable pleasure, and he hisses his own approval before withdrawing, leaving you hanging at the edge of a near-climax. You whimper with need and pull yourself to him, feeling the twitch and heat of his own muscles under his skin, but he slides back further with a massive wrench of his self-control, slowly licking the tentacle's tip clean of your juices while continuing a steady rhythm of tighten, retract with the rest of the appendages draped across you. You can barely see for your sweat and his and the water and the way your vision keeps fading in and out; your mouth hangs slightly open with your shallow gasps for air as you close your eyes and slump against him once he returns to your reach. Your hands work weakly at him, running over his chest and shoulders and resting shakily on his shoulderblades, but the only energy left in you right now is in the internal throbs that are making you tremble. "Vous en voulez plus?" Spy murmurs huskily, slowing his pace slightly to give you time to breathe. With effort, you raise your head and look into his eyes, dilated with desire rather than fear this time, and knit your eyebrows in confusion. He chuckles, the vibrations sending another muscle contraction shivering through your lower abdomen, and translates: "Want more, cher? I do not want to push you." He is breathless, but not nearly as spent and almost-satisfied as you are, and for all his heightened sensation you know that he has barely even brushed the surface for himself. "Yes, of course," you manage to gasp, then as an afterthought, "Oui. ...S'il vous plaît." The awkward way that the French syllables stumble from your tongue makes him laugh, but his eyes glint with a new eagerness as he pulls you into position against him, leaving your front pressed against his lightly heaving chest and your legs hooked around his waist while the tentacles press the two of you more tightly against each other. "I suggest you hold on," he grins. Now that Spy knows what to do, all his former insecurity vanishes, and he works with much more confidence, his fingers tangling roughly in your hair as he brings your head back and tilts it, leaving his mouth access to your throat and yours to his. You do your best to mimic his strong movements and to replicate the feeling of his hands and suckers with your own, and you are rewarded with his first real moans and an increasingly frantic lashing of tentacles. He abandons all self-control and plunges more than one into you this time, driving them in hard and twisting them around each other until you begin to clench on him again. His pace escalates to a pounding that turns your sluggish mouthwork into vicious sucking bites that he returns in kind, both of you bucking at the feeling but left nowhere to move except into each other, amplifying the sensation until your ears ring with the sound of gasps and cries that you can no longer distinguish between. Hands fly everywhere, leaving red nail marks and more moans in their wake, and soon neither of you remember how to breathe as your mouths fall into each other and latch hard. You are stretched even farther than you had been before, more tentacles than you can count wriggling sinuously into you even as the muscle contractions that signal the coming of your release press them tightly together against your swollen, dripping entrance, sending explosions of pleasure rocketing through your nervous system and turning your limbs into shaking, limp messes. Their movements become more insistent, suckers dragging along your flesh and igniting the touch receptors in your skin with passionate fire whilst those inside you build up speed in their swirling, pressing you harder to the blanket of tentacles at your back that separates you from the wall, and your head involuntarily pulls back as your spine arches. You manage to make one quick glance toward Spy, his eyelids fluttering and his head bowed against you as he mumbles incoherent strings of French, before you convulse in an orgasm that makes your limbs go numb and your senses temporarily shut down, leaving you feeling high and weightless even after sight and hearing return to you. His climax comes immediately after, and you ride him as his lower half contorts with powerful writhing and his upper half tenses against you, the muscles in his torso and arms pulling taut before his entire body goes limp and the two of you slide into the water. The liquid serves as a space cushion that prevents you from feeling most of his weight resting on top of you, which works nicely since neither of you have the strength to shift apart. You lay silent for a moment, your eyes closed and your hands still draped over him just as he is draped over you, his head on your chest and his arms and tentacles splayed, half-floating on the water's tension. It is a long time before he moves, and he does so slowly, brushing his lips up the side of your neck to your cheekbone, where he plants a gentle kiss, one hand softly, lazily stroking through your tangled hair. The light in his eyes is softer now, affectionate instead of wildly lustful, and when you look more closely you find to your surprise that there is a literal light in them as well; the tunnels have gotten darker as time has progressed, and his eyes and patches along his body are glowing with a shimmering blue bioluminescence. "You're beautiful," you repeat sincerely, and tighten your arms around him as well as you are able, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and feeling the warm breath from his gills ruffling your hair. You admire his light's reflections on the wet concrete, like so many clusters of blue stars. His teeth flash in the waned light as he smiles. "I could get used to the lack of legs, I suppose. Will you stay, cher?" You curl more closely into him, nodding sleepily into his chest. "There isn't anything out there for me except the promise of various painful deaths," you mumble. Spy laughs softly. "I know the feeling." He shifts to his side languidly, covering you in a blanket of tentacles and wrapping his arms around you, angling it so that most of his gills are submerged while your head is kept safely above water. "I will keep you safe," you hear him promise as you close your eyes and lose yourself in the sound of gently flowing water, and before you know it you are asleep in his arms.
>>170 Ooh, mama like. If this is your first, then I look forward to your second, and your third, etc. etc. Only crit I have is that you used the masculine form of 'Cher'. Should be 'chère', since this is a woman, but that's an easy mistake to make.
>>171 170 here! And I'm so glad you liked it that much, ahhh :'D I've been practically stalking this thread worrying about how badly written my sex scenes are, heh. Oh, damn it, that's true... I've really got to brush up on my French. Guess that's what happens when you accidentally wallow about in Sniper/Spy stuff for a while and get your head filled with "cher"s! I will be sure to keep an eye on the language in the future, though, and thanks again for reading :)
I second 170 on the fanfic requests, though I think it would be really interesting if someone combined the two ideas and did a threesome sort of thing, or a voyeur! sadistic, blood-fetish Medic. Like maybe he turned the fridge Spy into a tenta and captured the fem!reader at some point (on the opposing team or something?) and then the fun times ensue. Or something. I'm too shy to write this stuff, unfortunately. But aw man, we gotta keep this thread alive. And good job, 170!
A/N: Yep, inspired by the events of Expiration Date, but altered a bit. First fic, so please critique on where I can improve! Please point out errors in spelling, grammar, or tense. And this is my second post (I’m Anon 156) so I hope I don’t commit formatting errors in posting this from MS Word. [BLU Medic x RED female reader] Dying Wish by FLAzura As you pace through the spic-and-span corridors of this renowned hotel, your team Medic’s voice echoes through your mind. It continues to do so, after more than 60 hours that he said it. “Ve only have three days to live.†Not that you’re afraid of death, you’re only sad. Sad because in the past three days, you were growing anxious by the minute. You do want to see your family back in your hometown, but it’s extremely far away from the Hydro base, and you can’t make it there in less than three days. Even now, you’re still extremely anxious and nervous. You have been ‘allowed’ to leave the base, and you go catch the train to the hotel you and your secret lover have been going to in the three years of your relationship. The supposed last day of your life falls on the day of your third anniversary, and thank goodness, you have been allowed to slip out of the RED base. You clutch your bag protectively against you, pulling it nearer. You hope you aren’t shaking as you pass by people. You jitter at suspicious people, ranging from regular civilians to smoking men. You try to stay away from smoking men, especially French smokers. You don’t want your secret discovered by any Spy from any team color. You start questioning yourself when you do pass by a smoking Frenchman by Room 459. You could have just brought a dirty-blonde wig and put on sunglasses and claim you had sore eyes. However, this particular French guy was undoubtedly shorter than you. You mumble about not being allowed to smoke indoors and hurry away. Your paranoia seems to be at the peak when you have to lunge through a crowd of people ordering food in the cafeteria lobby. You just have to cross the immense lobby (which is actually just a medium sized hallway) turn to the right, go up four floors, and you should find the room you’ve been looking for. You dash like Scout through the mass of people, snaking through spaces you can run through. You finally reach the other side, where you dash to the stairs and go up. You meet a server on the way to the third floor. “Miss, why are you hurrying?†He asks quizzically, scanning you from head to toe with his eyes. “It’s an important meeting at the seventh floor, and I’m late for half an hour or so.†You lie at him. “Got to go, see you.†You whisk past him and make your way to the room you have to go to. You slow down, catching your breath. You scan the numbers on the doors. The room closest to the stairs was Room 280. Oh, good, just near. Your heart rate returns to normal by the time you walk by Room 300. You wipe off the sweat beading on your temples with your handkerchief. You sigh in relief as you reach hotel room 312. Finally, away from your objects of fright. You had fought tooth and nail to get out of base, and here you are. You stand in front of the polished suite door. How are you going to tell him that you only have so little time left and you want to spend it only on him? You glance at your death watch. The clock is ticking, and time had never been so fast. You pluck up your courage and breathe deeply. Well, at least you're going to spend what's left of your life with your secret sweetheart. It's your third anniversary, anyway. You extend your hand and knock lightly on the door. You hear something like a glass or plate clinking as the person inside puts it on a table. A moment later, the door opens. At first it was only a small peek, but upon seeing you, the door opens fully. He is now standing in front of you, smiling. He's still wearing formal clothes. His shirtsleeves are unrolled, which is a bit of a strange sight. You've always seen his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's still wearing his beige vest and blue tie. He's barefoot; another unusual sight. He pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose before greeting you. "Hallo, liebling." The BLU Medic welcomes you warmly as he lets you in. "Come in, it's cold." You step into the hotel room. The carpeted floor is gray. To the left is the door to the bathroom. There is a coat rack near the door, and you notice his overcoat, white with a tinge of blue. It's his standard battle uniform, you deduce, when you see the medical plus sign or cross. His boots are by the rack. To the right is the bed. It's a white queen-sized bed. His bag is by the bed, lying haphazardly. Two small tables are beside the bed, one side table with a lamp, and the other is a dining one. He must have pulled the circular dining table to the bed due to the absence of chairs. There is a purple box with a silver ribbon on it. The balcony is just opposite the door where you entered. Once the door is closed and locked to prevent any spy or watcher from seeing a RED mercenary with a BLU one together, he pulls you closer to embrace you. You temporarily forget your problem when you feel his arms around you, making you feel secure and protected. You rest your head on his shoulder, embracing him back. He rakes your locks of hair with the fingers of his right hand, kissing it lightly. He looks at you softly, so much in contrast and difference to the hard and sadistic glare he shows during the unending battle. Even after three years, you are still stunned at him. The BLU Medic kisses your forehead and puts an arm around you. He directs you to the bed and seats you at the side near the small table. "It's our anniversary today." He reminds you. "I'm glad zat ve can celebrate it togezher." You feel a small tug of a smile at your lips. Both of you sit on the bed. He shifts to press closer to you. "I'm happy, too." "I bought some of your favorite cake. It's is your favorite, right?" Your mood brightens up. "You bought cake?" "Ja. I'm not lying. Zhere." He glances at you while you chuckle before reaching for the plate. On it is a slice of the cake. He takes off a smaller slice and stabs it with a fork. "Open your mouth." You comply, and he carefully gives you the chunk of cake. He feeds you another chunk even before you could swallow the previous one. He jokingly stuffs another chunk in your mouth. You slap his arm, but not too hard. You try to swallow it all, and finally you gulp all the cake down. He's still laughing like a sadistic doctor even after you finish. He has already returned the plate on the table. You blush at his laugh. "You're very good at being RED, aren't you?" He chuckles at his own pun. "Oh, please." You roll your eyes. He doesn't take it badly. He pecks your cheek as he stops. His hands try to look for your hands but his fingers touch at the thing on your wrist instead. He pauses to look at your wrist, wondering what he just felt. He sees your death watch. "Schätzchen... vhat is zat?" You pull your hand away from him, your cheerful mood dissolving into nothing. "It's alright. I von't go furzher into zat." He says, taking his eyes off the watch. "Do you remember our first friendly meeting?" You nod. Part of your mind is sad, and the rest is listening to him. "You brought back Archimedes. He vas injured at ze time. I don't know how to repay you, even zhough it has been zhree years." You don't hear much of what followed. Your mind drifts to thoughts of sorrow and regret. You don't notice that he has stopped and is staring at you, thinking that you're already delirious. You only feel a nudge to your elbow. You glance at him sadly and then you look away. "You seem sad." The BLU Medic notes when you barely reply to his statements. You sigh heavily and release him without anything else. You hurry to open the hotel room's balcony door and walk out, leaving him behind. You try to focus on the landscape before your eyes when he hugs your waist from behind. "Vhat's ze matter, liebling?" He croons to your ear. "You're very troubled. I don't need to be a doctor to notice. I vant to know vhat is making you troubled." You lean your head against him, allowing a pause. You know he anticipates your honest answer. "I don't have much to... live." You reply sadly. There is a long moment of silence afterwards. You feel how he feels. He's a little taken aback. He's trying to process and analyze what you just told him. "So... zat's vhat ze peculiar-looking vatch does." You look at the big death watch around your wrist. The seconds pass by. The ridiculously gigantic watch on your wrist makes you more depressed. It's showing you how little time you have left, and it's decreasing by the second. "Only ten hours left to live. I have so much left to do, but there's only ten hours. It's impossible to do everything." You could almost feel his concerned look on you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and steers you around. Medic gently pushes you back inside the room. "Vhy don't ve talk about zat inside?" He says, sitting on the hotel room's queen sized bed. You follow, sitting beside him. He places an arm around your shoulders to assure you that he's ready to listen. "Three days ago, our team Engineer and team Medic were experimenting on the teleporter." You begin. "They were teleporting bread. Medic pulled the teleported bread in half and some green tumors and teeth were on it." "Zat's quite interesting. I vould have to see on our own teleporters later." He chuckles. "The tumors would kill us in three days. All of us would die... ten hours later." "Zhen ve vill vin." He jokes. You almost forgot that your secret lover is from the BLU team, but you don't mind at all. "At least, finally, this pointless war would end." He laughs again, this time, louder. When his mirth dies off, he asks you a question you can't simply answer. "Vhat's your dying vish?" You pause to think. "Actually, I have nothing. None at all. I just... want to do a lot - mph!" He abruptly kisses you fully on your lips, pulling back after a long moment. "I have an idea." He seems to relay his intentions through eye contact only. You understand what he wants to do. "Really? Right now?" "Of course." Medic detects your reluctance. He stares at you affectionately, cupping your cheek and thumbing your lips. "Vell, I have alvays vanted to do zis." Your reluctance disappears as you realize you also want to do it. You were only pleasuring yourself with imagination, but now you can do it. You have all the time in the world. And what's better is that you have been taking guaranteed working contraceptives, made by your team Medic as protocol. He smirks, then kisses you again. You remove his round spectacles and set the glasses on the bedside table. He somehow pulls off your death watch, too, and puts it beside his glasses. He uses a remote provided by the hotel to turn the lights off, leaving only the dim light of the lamp on. His kiss gradually intensifies, arousing both of you. Over time, it becomes crystal clear that he's going to do what he wants, and you're not going to deny him, either. His mouth opens yours and his tongue slides in. It's a little hard for him, so you decide to change position, climbing onto his lap, your legs spread wide around his waist. You don't break the kiss. He is greatly pleased about your efforts, placing his hands on your hips. The BLU Medic rewards you, his tongue tasting everything. He explores your mouth, tangling with your own tongue. He tastes like cake, to be honest, but it doesn't matter. Your arms fly up and hug his neck and head, pulling his face closer to you. In return, his hands glide over to your front. You find him so gentle and dexterous despite his muscular frame, turning you on even more. And then one by one, he unbuttons your shirt. You deem it unfair that he's the only one undressing the other, so you work around to remove his vest. It was a little bit difficult to unbutton his vest, the main reason being unable to see it while you have to continue with your frenzied kisses. You're not exactly a good multitasker. But he has no problem at all, removing your shirt through your shoulders, then your arms, leaving your upper body nearly bare. He breaks the kiss to look at you. You melt in the intensity of the gaze of his blue eyes. He notices your difficulty on just removing his vest. He gently pushes your hands away to remove his own clothing. His vest goes first. You help him by pulling his blue tie off. His white shirtsleeves go next as he drops it on the floor on a pile with the other articles of clothing removed. Your hands are now on his chest and abdomen, caressing his muscles, his war scars. He slides his palms up your sides until he reaches the sides of your breasts. His hands go behind you, unclasping your bra. He pulls it off and tosses it aside. You suddenly feel embarrassed as your chest becomes exposed. You fold your arms over them, blushing. He chuckles. "Zhere is no need to be so embarrassed, Schätz." The BLU Medic lightly places a kiss on your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. He starts palming your breasts, tweaking your nipples. In every attempt, he is successful in drawing out moans from you. He is good at this, his former medical profession allowing him to give you your deserved pleasure. His velvety lips tickles you a bit when he starts applying kisses on the area where your jaw and neck meet. You laugh lightly at the tickling sensation, and he finds it very appealing. Medic shifts a little and then pushes you onto the bed. You're still surprised at his lack of harshness. One minute, he's the BLU team's very own insane doctor, and the next, he's your sweet secret lover. He crawls downward, to your legs. He removes your shoes, your socks, and then jerks your pants down. He pulls off your pants and then dropping it on the increasing pile. Your blush becomes even redder as your he admires your almost naked body. You also show your admiration for him. While he continues to silently praise your figure, he pulls down his pants. You immediately notice the tent showing on his underwear. He sees you looking, and he chuckles, pulling down his briefs and tossing it to the pile. Oh, wow. He's big, larger than you often imagined whenever you were alone during the night. He begins caressing your calves and thighs. He even kisses you from your ankles to your thighs, blatantly ignoring the place where you direly want him to be. He continues his journey as he kisses you from the stomach and in between your breasts. You let out an impatient grunt, needing more. He hears it, and then kisses you lightly. This time, it only lasts for a second. He shifts again, admiring you again. He gently lowers his head and kisses your right breast. You moan as he licks and sucks the nipple. He hums appreciatively, drawing out another pleasured moan from you. He palms your other one, molding it as he wants, the nipple in between two fingers. You like the way he tweaks it with his middle and index fingers, and at the same time squeezing it. He switches, your left breast being sucked and licked while the other receives the palming motion. While he does all that, his hardness brushes against your thighs and knees, making him moan softly, too. He pauses, looking up at you, smirking again. He crawls down and then hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties. Medic pulls them down in a harsh manner, almost ripping it off, hurriedly tossing it to the pile beside the bed. He just completely undressed you. He's apparently hungry for you. He's staring at you, and started murmuring in German. You don't understand it much, but judging from his way of saying it, he's praising you, telling you that you're lovely. He raises your legs up and puts them over his shoulders. He immediately lowers his head. His face is about an inch away from your face, inhaling your scent. He goes down on you a little while later, lightly licking you from your entrance to your clit. Your moan of pleasure gives him more motivation to please you more. He licks you again, longer this time. By the third time he gently licks you, you shudder. He loves the way you moan and the way you buck your hips up, needing more from him. By this time, you're whimpering for him to do it fast and take you already. However, Medic doesn't do it. He wants to do the opposite of what you expect. Effortlessly, he pins your hips down. He doesn't need much force to make you stay in place. He starts to properly eat you out. He expertly uses his thumbs to separate the folds, opening you up. His tongue enters you in no time, swirling around where it could reach. You let out a loud "ahh" as his tongue explores you. The stimulation is so much for you to contain. Your hands grab at anything within reach until your fists hold the sheets beside you. He later replaces his tongue with his fingers, simultaneously licking your clit now. Your reaction is almost a scream at this point, shaking you. Pleasure floods your whole mind and body as he licks and kisses your clit and at the same time, making beckoning gestures with the finger in you. He adds a second finger to amplify your moans and breaths. He loves your small gasps of his name, letting you know by increasing his pressure and passion. There is that point when you start to think that you're going to climax. You didn't want it all to end, so you decide to repay him a bit before letting him take over again. You somehow reverse your positions. This time, he's the one with his back on the bed. He raises his head. "Liebling, you don't have to - aahhh..." You stroke his dick from the base to the tip. He becomes silent, waiting for more. You really didn't expect him to be this big, but you can't help but imagine how tight and how lovely it will feel inside you. You boldly lean over to lick the head of his cock. It's his turn to moan and squirm now. You lick it around like melting ice cream, so that no area would not be left neglected. Medic's hands grab fistfuls of your hair in his ecstasy. His moans and gasps for your name and nicknames drive you crazy. You gently take all of him inside your mouth. He moans and shudders loudly when you bob your head up and down. You lightly suck on him, humming, and licking around. You also fondle his balls in the process. You know all of it is driving him insane in the pleasure he's receiving. Medic's muttering and gasping in German, exciting you more with the sound of that beautiful language. He thrusts in your mouth, like you when you were still being licked. You hold him down like he did a while ago, and let yourself suck him off. He might have been thinking the same thing you thought. Before he could release, he jerks you up and attacks your mouth with his. You fall to his side so that he gets on top of you. Medic assaults your neck next, and you bend to allow him more access. He lifts himself up and looks at you. "Are you ready?" He half-asks, half-pants. You just nod at him. He grins at you again before lowering himself onto you. The tip of his dick teases your entrance, grinding it against your pussy. "Please... take me, Medic... bitte." He hears you say "please" in his language of choice. His almost sadistic smile widens. He leans down on you to kiss your cheek. He finally slides himself in your cunt. Both of you moan and grunt loudly as he enters you. You hold on to him. It's not so painful, it's more of lovely pleasure, so you almost shout out in ecstasy as he slips his first inch inside of you. His invasion of you is so tight for him. It would take time for him to slide his full length into you. Medic stays there for the meantime, unmoving, letting you adjust to his large size and girth. Once you think you have adjusted, you kiss him tenderly on his lips as a go signal. He slowly pushes himself inside until all of him is buried in you. You gasp as he withdraws himself and thrusts back into you slowly. You manage not to scream so loud to disturb anyone near your room. You try to keep it to moans, grunts, and sighs, yet you find it hard with his slow and sure movements. You spread your legs as wide as you can, soon wrapping them around his waist, keeping him there. You moan and grunt his name whenever he thrusts. He tells you between pants that he loves you, how pretty you really are, how lovely it feels to have you around him, and then buries his face on your neck. He nibbles on it, biting it a little. He manages to maintain his slow pace despite his lust. He also succeeds in hitting your clit at some points. For you, tsunamis of loving pleasure crash onto you whenever he does that. His thick cock also hits your g-spot easily, eliciting cries out of you. You dig your fingers into the flesh of his back. Over time, he starts to pound you harder and faster, intent on fucking you out of your senses. He stops his work on your neck and lifts up his torso. You can see his face contorted into an expression of torturous pleasure. You can now see his dick disappearing inside of you, and combined with the sensation of being filled, you arch your back, screaming. You don't care about suspecting neighbors now. Your locked legs around his hips release, letting your heels back on the bed. You buck your hips up at him as he fucks you. His hands messily slide on your skin. He resumes squeezing and molding your breasts and pinching your nipples. Later on, he pulls you so that your ass is on the bedside, and then he grabs your thighs, lifting them up, showing you that he loves being in control of you. Your knees are almost at his shoulders. He roughly gropes and squeezes your ass as he lifts it up to sink himself even deeper. Right now, he's moaning and grunting loudly, wailing, whimpering. He impales you more, thrusting in you harder as he brings both of you closer to climax. He doesn't stop moaning and gasping in his mother tongue like you do, calling out each other's names. Only he and you constitute the entire world now, lost in this sea of absolute love. Soon enough, you feel something on the lower part of your belly and your back. Your whole body feels like it's contracting. You're about to fall off the edge. He looks like it, too. Medic pounds and hammers you hard into you a few times before you let out a small wail. You don't feel or see anything else aside from this incredible pleasure you have right now. White flashes and multicolored fireworks go off in your mind as climax overrides every other sense. Your orgasm is prolonged a bit by his multiple slams into you. You're already convulsing and contracting around him, pulling him faster to the peak of pleasure. He thrusts into you some more before he suddenly grunts loudly. You feel his warm release in you as he sighs out your name one last time. He goes limp on top of you as you two ride it all out. You hear his ragged breaths of post-climax by your ear. You don't know how long you have been lying there. You glance at the bedside table, hoping to see how much time you have left to live. However, the watch is turned away from you. You huff a little in frustration. This stirs Medic up. He lifts his head up from your shoulder and kisses your cheek before he stands, delicately and deliciously pulling himself out of you. You take a glimpse of his now-softening length before adjusting to properly lie on the bed. The BLU Medic crawls to the space beside you. He lies on his side, putting an arm around you. You smile, and embrace him back. "I hope I made you glad before you die." The BLU Medic whispers. You kiss him tenderly before snuggling closer. You place your head on his arm. "Yes, you did." He pulls the blanket over both of you before you close your eyes and sleep off your imminent death. You wake up the next morning. The phone is ringing wildly. Somehow it didn't manage to wake your slumbering German lover. He must have been so sapped of energy in your lovemaking last night. You sit up, sheets still covering you, and answer the phone. "Hello?" You groggily answer. "Ya might wanna come back to base." It was Engineer. Quickly you grab your death watch. It's all to zero. "Are we dead?" You rhetorically ask. "Nah. Good news, too. Listen up. It's just bread that gets tumors!" "Okay! That's... uhhh... fun!" "Ya alright?" "Yes, I'm fine... I just ate a lot of uhh... German sausage last night." You snicker inwardly. Oh, how suggestive. "I'll come back to base soon." You don't miss the sudden crash on the other side of the line. There was some sort of commotion before you put it down. "I heard zat." The man behind you says. You just chuckle, and lie back down on the bed to kiss him good morning.
Can I request for someone to write a story with Christian Brutal Sniper X Female Reader? I would LOVE to see one of these written.
175 CBS isn't really popular around these parts, nor are OC's in general (save for a few).
Can I request more Engie x Reader, please? I think I've read all the ones on the classxyou threads and oh god...
>>178 Seconding request for Engie
Dammit. I wish that Medic/Heavy/Fem-Reader fic had gone on to finish with Heavy also. Wow, my knees are shaking..
>>180 That's something I've noticed about Heavy x Medic fics. They tend to 99% focus on Medic, which is sad, because I find Heavy equally sexy.
>>178 >>179 I would also like to see more Engineer reader-inserts. And I'm hoping at least of them has a female reader. I would like to request that the story also has some romantic aspects to it too.
Hey, Medic/Heavy/Fem-Reader author, if you're still out there, and you feel like writing any more of that fic, ESPECIALLY if it means more Heavy/Fem-Reader, please do so. Please. I know I would appreciate it, and it sounds like a bunch of other people in the thread would as well. It's hands down the best threesome fic I've ever read and heaven knows those are hard to come by.
Perhaps that person meant as in CBS x You. I second the notion, though!
>>184 Yes, I had mentioned that I would like to see a CBS x Reader insert. I would just prefer a story to be written for a female reader. Personally, I like gender specific stories rather than gender ambiguous ones.
I need Sniper/Reader like I need air.
Could we please have another Medic/reader fanfiction? Pretty please?
Perhaps an extra Engineer/reader?
To those requests for more of the Heavy/Medic/FemReader, did you mean me at 107 and 147? If so, I do actually have at least three further sections in mind (as well as a Sniper/FemReader), but I've been finding it hard to get time to write.
>>189 You, or anyone else willing to write. I feel like every day, there's at least 10 different "please write me this fanfiction for free" posts, but no actual people willing to write. And I don't feel like people should even request stuff if there's no one willing to step up.
Hi, at the moment I'm working on both Scout/reader and Spy/reader fics, so if anyone's interested they should be finished soon.
>>191 I am very interested. I'm really looking forward to the Scout x Reader story. I would like to see even more of these.
>>191 I'm also on this interest train to see your stories. Nice to see this thread still being updated.
I warn both of you I'm really bad at accidentally making it a bit too story heavy so I hope it doesn't disappoint too much haha
>>189 well if that anon didn't mean you then I sure do. Holy shit those are great!!!
>>194 That's fine. I can't speak for anyone else, but even if you make it totally worksafe, or even genfic, I'd be happy.
>>196 Nah there's definitely smut, I just get way too carried away with the lead up and setting the scene. I have to make sure it's not 'one finger, two finger, three finger, DICK' so its a bit balanced now, christ
Hi, I'm new here, hopefully I'm saging correctly! I've been thinking about writing something with CBS, but I'm having a hard time getting a solid grasp on the character. Could anyone recommend some fics that feature him? They seem rare, and interest in CBSxreader fics looks to be even rarer, but iunno. I'm into it.
I would very much like to see some demoman x you. something sweet and nice.but still kinda erotic.it would be nice enough but you don't have to if you don't want to.
>>198 You are not alone. I also want to see CBS x reader stories. Unfortunately, I do knot know of any fanfics with him featured, but I really want to see one posted. I think there have been quite a few comments from people in this thread that want to read a CBS story too.
I have a Medic/You I just finished if anyone is interested.
@skillet 747 are you still there?? I'm interested!
I'm not sure if I should ask this here, but I have a Scout x Reader story that has been sitting in my document file for over a year, and I need a beta reader to edit it. It's part 2 of a story that I submitted here over a year ago, and I accidentally saged it. Is anyone willing to help?
Looks to be pretty dead here
<<204 I do plan on submitting something here soon, I just need it to be edited a few more times.
*pops out of now where* I thought of doing a sniper x reader soon, so I hope you guys are ready~
Here you go! I hope you guys like~ Sorry if it sucks, first time doing a Team Fortress 2 fanfic~ :V Here it is as well for...I dont know~ http://archiveofourown.org/works/3857239 and also, your name is Dagger since your weapon is knifes and stuff~ Enjoy! ..... You were in Sniper’s nest, you mostly relaxed there when you wanted to be alone. You sipped your coffee and watched Scout outside as he was just running round and playing with his bat. You had a soft for him but he was stubborn to notice and he also had a thing for miss Pauling. You didn’t hate her, she was one of your close friends and also the only girl you can talk to when she had free time. But deep down, you were jealous, since Scout looked at you as one of the guys but when He sees her, it’s like he is looking at something new. This also made you feel down on how you look. Yes, you did wear pants, the red shirt and had the whole hunter look. But you wished one time someone looked at you like you were a beautiful flower or something. Damn it, you were over thinking things again. “Ay, dagger. Yer’ Here as well?†You looked over and blinked, seeing Sniper. Well duh, this was his nest after all. You nod and smiled, looking outside again. He sat across you and rested his back on the wooden wall, sipping his very strong coffee that you could smell it from where you were. His blue eyes looked at you through his dark orange shades, seeing you were looking at something interesting. “What ye’ lookin’ at?†He placed his mug down and went beside you, seeing you were looking at Scout that it made him scoff. “Scout again? Bloody hell, Dagger. Ya’ know there are other interestin’ things to look at~†He said, making you slightly chuckle. Sniper knew about your crush. “I’m sorry, Sniper. I just can’t help myself..†You said and slightly looked at him, not knowing if he was looking at Scout or you. You looked forward again and lightly blushed, hoping he would move away from you. “…Well ye’ should stop. His head is like a nut. Get with someone who likes ye’ for ye’~†He said, sounding a bit like a whisper which sent shivers down your spine. “…Like me..†He hugged you from behind, burying his head in your neck. You gasped and blushed, Wanting to turn your head but your body froze. “S-Sniper-?†He didn’t pull away, just breathing in your sweet smell which he loved. “Ye had no idea, did ye..?†He muttered “ay’ve been bloody crazy over ye for a long time now…Wantin’ to kiss ye’, touch ye’, make ye’ mine….But ya’ always talked about Scout an’ it drives me crazy..†You gasped again as you felt him lightly bit your neck. “Ye have any idea what ye did to me…Makin’ me touch myself in here an’ moaning yer name out..†Your face was getting redder as he talked. You had no idea. Were you that stubborn. Wait a second.. “Sniper…I’m sorry..†You muttered, feeling him stiffen, worrying a bit. “Sorry I didn’t notice…God, I’m stupid..†You lightly chuckled. “I kept wondering why Scout didn’t notice me and how he wanted Miss Pauling and not me…But I didn’t realize that you wanted me, like I wanted Scout….Now I know how it feels..†You turned to him, cupping his face. “Forgive me, Sniper..I didn’t mean to make you feel down..†His eyes softened as he looked at you, placing his large hand on top of yours. “I’ll forgive ye’…If ay’ can have a kiss..†He muttered. That took you a bit by surprised. You haven’t kissed anyone in a long time since being here. You swallowed and lightly licked your bottom lip, nodding slightly. Sniper cupped your face and kissed you softly, making a slight whimper come out of your throat. Oh god, You were kissing Sniper! Was this really happening!? Or was this Spy doing a prank on you and wanted your booty!? It has happened before. You wrapped your arms round his neck and brought him close, making you sit on his lap. Being this close to him, made heat rise between your legs. “Mm..†The kiss was soft at first but it soon became needy and lustful, making you moan and him grunt. Fuck, this was hot. His hands were on your waist and made your body press against his as his tongue slipped between your lips. Your tongues danced along with each other, tasting the coffee and tobacco on his tongue. You couldn’t help but buck against him, hearing him groan and getting tight in his pants. You soon both pulled away and panted, resting your foreheads against each other. This was only the beginning of this. You then slowly took off his shades, so you could see his eyes. They were Dark blue now, his pupils dilated and looking right at you as he was slowly getting his breathing back. You never realized how fucking hot he was. “…Hold fuck, Sniper..!†You pretty much attacked him with a kiss and went over his body, making him make a ‘Mmh!?’ Sound from his throat. His back rested on the floor, making his hat fall off and you straddling him. “Mmm…Fuck, kitten. Ye’ really are horny, huh?†He raised a brow and lightly smirk, looking up at you as his hands slipped under your shirt. “Hah…I have been here for too long without sex and you looking fucking hot makes me horny as hell, so sorry if I Want you to fuck me hard..†You said, sounding serious yet sexy as hell. He laughed and grinned. “Kitten, ay’ have been here longer then ye have, so how do ye think I feel?†He asked, raising a brow. He moved his body up and took off your vest, then your red shirt. You did the same to him, taking off the straps as well. He was now shirtless, having a hairy muscular body. Oh god, you did have a thing for hairy guys. He now went over your body and grinds up against you, making you gasp and moan. “Mm…ay’ luv’ when my kitten cries..†He grunted out deeply. He then placed kisses and bit marks on your neck, taking off your bra and tossed it aside.â€Beautiful..†He muttered and grinned, leaning down and took one of your nipples in your mouth. You gasped and moaned, closing your eyes. Oh god, this was making you melt. He rubbed your other breast, giving it a light pinch and pressed his thumb down. “O-Oh god..†You muttered and blushed, your nipples hardening against his touch. Sniper could smell you getting wet, having a nose of steel. He undid your belt and slides them off, tossing them aside. He grabbed one of your daggers and grinned slightly. “ay’ wonder how skilled ye’ are with yer’ hands..†he said, with lust in his throat. He then cut your underwear with your own dagger and spreading your legs, having a nice view of you. “Mmm..†He licked his lips and grinned. He Kissed your stomach and lowered his head, his face buried between your legs. “S-Sni-†You gasped and blushed bright red, feeling his tongue licking against your clit. “O-Oh fu-!†You gasped and cried, resting your head back. “S-Sniper..!†You whined, running your finger through his hair. Your toes curled up as he’s eating you up, feeling your whole body heat up. He rubbed your thigh and moved it to your entrance, slowly slipping in two fingers. “Ah-! Y-yeah…Sniper..†You whined and gasped, lightly tugging his hair. You were getting wet from his simple touch. Damn it. He started to Pump his fingers in and out as his tongue licked your clit, teasing the hell out of you. “Mmm..†Sniper’s pants were getting tighter, making it painful for him. His free hand undid his belt and tugged his zipper, letting it loose. He groaned and closed his eyes, feeling you grind against his face. His fingers spreads your walls, making you moan and cry. Music to his ears. “S-Sniper..†You cried, your breathing quickening. “F..Fuck me, P-Please..†You begged. He pulled away and licked his lips, his eyes staring up at you. “What was that? ay’ couldn’t hear ye’..†He teased, his thumb rubbing your clit. You gasped and bucked against his hand. “S-Sniper, Fill me with Y-Your-ah-Cock…God..I want Y-You inside me..!†You whimpered out, feeling your legs shaking. He chuckles and pulled out his fingers, giving them a good lick. “Mmm…Alright…Now…Place yer’ hands on the window..†He grunted out. You looked up at him and blinked, looking a bit confused. “Now..†He lightly growled, sounding like an order. You moved your body up and placed your hands on the wooden window, seeing the view in front of you, your legs spread open. “Mmn…Nice..†Sniper went behind you and smirk, rubbing your breasts together. You gasped and blushed, seeing Scout from afar. “S-Sniper, No…S-Scout will see…And maybe T-The oth-†You moaned, feeling his cock rub against you. “ay’ don’t care…ay want him to know what he’s missing out..†He muttered against your ear, giving it a slight nibble. “Mm…An’ Ay’ want ye’ to watch him as ay’ fuck ye’ from behind…†He lightly groaned, getting into position before he thrusted inside. “Ah…Fuck, Dagger…Yer’ already clamping down..†You gasped and moaned, trying to keep quiet. Scout and the others could hear you. “M-Mm…But…You’re S-So big..†You gripped the wooden window, feeling your legs shake but thank god you were on your knees. You then felt Sniper pull away and thrust back in. He was making it slow but hard. “Ah….Ah…Ahh..! S-Sniper…Fuck…†You lightly panted, seeing Scout being himself. You felt so embarrassed. All he had to do was turn and look up, seeing you getting fucked by Sniper. But deep down, it was kind of hot. “Ah…Ngh…Bloody hell, Dagger….†Sniper grunted out, making his hips move faster. “Ngh..†He bit his bottom lip as he watched you, seeing you trying to hold your moans back. “Come on…Ay’ know ye want to cry out..†He leaned forward, getting in deeper. “Say my name…Shout it..†He then slapped your ass, making you cry. “S-Sniper…!†You shut your eyes and panted, feeling him pulse inside your tight walls. You felt yourself going dizzy, hoping you don’t pass out from pleasure. “Ah..! S-Sniper..! Sniper~†You then cried, feeling him hit the right spot. “Ah! T-There..! Sniper!†“Ah…Yer’ cunt is clamping down hard, Luv..Ngh…Fuckin’ hell, yes…ah..!†Sniper closed his eyes and panted, going balls deep inside you. You felt yourself getting tighter, your wetness dripping on the floor as his cock went so deep inside of you. “Ngh…Fuck…I’m going to cum, Luv…†“Y-Yeah..! Yeah, Sniper! C-Cum! Cum inside me…M-make me yours..!†You cried, moaning each time he thrusted deep inside. You moved your head to the side and kissed him, moaning in his mouth. “Mm-! Mm-!†Saliva ran down your chin as your tongues fight over each other. Sniper’s hand went down and rubbed your clit, making you have fireworks inside your belly. “S-Sniper!!!†“D-Dagger..!†Sniper groaned and thrusted in deep, making you climax and soon he came after. “Ah..!†He groaned, pulsing inside of you. You gasped and blushed, feeling his hot cum inside of you, some dripping on the floor. ~~~ You hummed and snuggled close to Sniper, your hand rubbing his hairy chest as you both rested on his bed. “Mmm…Kitten…Yer’ bloody amazing..†He purred out and smiled, his fingers rubbing the back of your head. You smiled, placing a kiss on his chest. “Same as yourself, big guy..†You said, closing your eyes and smiled softly. You liked this time. Snuggling close to Sniper and hearing his heart beat softly. “Hey…Kitten..?†You opened your eyes and looked up, blinking slightly. “Ay’ know this might sound stupid but…Are we…together..?†He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Was he blushing? You chuckled and pecked his lips, giving him a sweet smile. “Of course, Sniper~â€
>>208 Thanks so much for this! I've been waiting for a Sniper/you :D Glad to see that people are still using this thread too c:
>>210 >>209 Please don't use smileys, I've seen people banned in the past for them.
>>210 >>211 Nah, as long as it's not excessive we're not gonna slap anyone for it. We've got wordfilters on the most annoying ones anyway.
>>209 Thank you for posting a story! I have also been waiting for someone to post something here.
Thank you guys! I'm writing another one but I don't know when it'll be finished. It's a Sniper x Reader x Engineer! Hope you guys are ready!!
An Engineer x Reader story I've been working on! It's a multiple chapter plus my first tf2 fanfiction. Wildflower chapter 1 He was a simple man, dragged into this mercenary business all because of his grandfather. It was a difficult business like any other one involving machinery but this job was different... he had to kill people. He never would have thought his life would have come to this or that, and he would have not much of a choice, but for what it's worth be believed that is was all worth it, protecting his family. Or at least that's what he told me. He had eleven science PhD's and nothing to show for it besides his dirty overalls and his missing hand. "For Science" or at least that's what he said the purpose of ditching it was. Science. It was always about science with him. Always carefully calculating. Tinkering madly with his gadgets. But that's what was so attractive about him. His drive, his passion. Behind those dingy goggles was a spark in his eye like no other. Me? well.. I wasn't much of a mercenary. I was forced here because I had debt to pay and needed to work and this was the only thing I could get. Sure I could fight, but that's not what I was hired to do. I was just an errand runner, just a simple messenger who went into town to grab supplies and other things for the mercenaries on the team I lived with. The base was disgusting when I arrived. There were Sniper's urine.. jars.. on the counter top in the kitchen and grease and oil all over the kitchen table from Engineer bringing his work with him when he ate. Everyone else mostly stayed in their rooms on downtime except for Sniper who was never in the base but out in his van. From time to time he would come back inside to fill his thermos with hot coffee and clean his "#1 Sniper" mug. Speaking of which, he had just come inside, I could see the cold on his breath as he walked in, his hands looked cold as ice. I looked up at him and down to his mug as I watched him pour himself a cup of the scalding black coffee. "So if you're #1 Sniper, who's #2?" I asked, just joking with him. "That bloke at the enemy base." he snickered, gesturing at the door towards their base. I giggled at the thought of Blue Sniper drinking out of a "#2 Sniper" mug. My giggles must have traveled into the dining room cause soon after I noticed the Engineer get up and walk over to us. "Soun's like someone's havin' quite a bit of a party on over here." He reached over me to the cupboard above to grab a mug for some coffee. "care eff'n i join yall?" I smiled at him warmly and reached out my hand for his mug, offering to pour him some coffee. He surrendered the cup and I turned around to pour him some from the fresh pot I had made. Sniper turned and placed his coffee down after a quick sip. "Goin back to the van" He snickered, "but i'm sure this Shelia would keep ya' comp'ny." He quickly took his cold hands and slid them down the collar of my shirt, wrapping them around my shoulders. I jumped out of my skin from the cold. I swatted him away angerly. He grabbed his thermous and mad a mad dash for the door as I threw a dishrag at him. "And don't cha' come back tonight! I'm NOT makin' you any more coffee you dirty old man!" I yelled at him, my face red as the hot sun. He loved teasing me since he was the only one to have caught on to my crush on the Engineer and damn did he exploit it at every turn. Engineer was laughing so hard he couldn't contain it anymore. The look on my face as I looked into the reflection of the toaster was disheveled. I tried to regain my composure but Engineer's laughter was just contagious. As I looked at myself in the toaster I started to laugh. Suddenly I could feel tears running down my cheeks as if I hadn't realized I had spilled the hot coffee I was pouring for Engineer all over one of my hands. "Oh shoot!" I exclaimed, half laughing at myself and trying to hide the pain and hurt from him. If I let him worry he'll go soft on me. I rinsed my hands under cold water and cleaned up the counter quickly, but Engineer looked extremely concerned. He had taken off his goggles to reveal his beautiful eyes as blue as the day filled with worry. "Yer hands-" he started, but I interrupted him quickly so he couldn't question my behavior. "-Are fine." I lied, the burning and stinging pain drowning out all my thoughts, "I've had worse, but i'll go downstairs and see Medic just in case." I hustled out of the room, my back to hirted flowing for real now, and I knew he was still staring at me as I left, his gaze pulling at my heart.
Please continue your story! I need to see what happens!
Is there anyone out there with a story? It seems this place has been forgotten.
I would like to post my Soldier/Reader fic, warning, it's quite long. I really would love to get some feedback please...
221 1. You don't need to ask permission. 2. You don't need to post four times.
>>218 Please do! We're all here to give you concrit, so don't worry about it.
I'm...not sure why that was posted four times, it was NOT my intention. Here it is, anyway, I used auditory phonetics for those characters blessed with gorgeous accents so I hope not but some may have trouble reading their dialogue. He watched quietly as you made your way to the showers, fidgeting with the lid to the box of ammo he’d been doing inventory on. He’d averaged the amount of time you usually spent in there between twenty-six and thirty-four minutes, and set his watch in the middle at thirty. The moment the shower door locked, he made his way to your room. Looking up and down the hallway to be sure no one would see him, he let himself in and closed the door behind himself. Eyes scanning the small living space for his objective, he recognizes a dispensary bottle sitting on top of your three drawer dresser and makes his way over to pick it up. Reading the label, he verifies he’d found what he’d come for. It read: Spiced Honey Apple Pie. The first time he’d encountered the scent was the day he met you, found covered in blood and dying slowly in the red Teufort sand. Typically, he would have put an injured team mate out of their misery that far from the Medic’s station but he was inexplicably compelled to pick you up and carry you there after a short debate with himself. He could smell it on you through the blood as soon as he knelt down to lift you up, it was intoxicating. Since then it’s invaded his dreams, it caused him to experience lasting sensations of desire and, even more embarrassing, tranquility. He was a mercenary, a Soldier no less, and women were just trouble, but every time you passed by it made his head spin in his helmet. He quickly ended the inner conflict when he decided he could prove to himself it was the product causing him turmoil and not you. He pushed down on the dispenser but it didn’t descend, to his frustration. He kept trying to push the button but it wouldn’t move. When he checked his watch and found he was already eight minutes into his mission, he became impatient, unscrewing the lid hastily. To his shock, the bottle erupted like a volcano under the hostile ministrations of his large hands, covering the one that held the bottle thoroughly. The smell caused a shiver to race down his spine but the apprehension of being caught now overwhelmed him. Screwing the lid back on, he set the bottle down, looking back over his shoulder at the door anxiously before looking back down at his hand which was coated in the rose-petal pink liquid. He didn’t want to just wipe it away, he felt like an addict, if he were an alcoholic and it were the only beer for a thousand miles he would have lapped it off the floor and spit out the shards of glass. Looking back over his shoulder at the door again, he knelt down and opened the bottom drawer to your dresser, without taking his eyes off the handle, he grabbed the first thing his hand touched and began to carefully but quickly dry the other. It was a small, silk cloth with lace, by the way it had been “folded†he assumed it was a handkerchief, and while still under deep paranoia he kept his eyes on your door as he wiped the rest off of your dresser top and the bottle, erasing all evidence. He checked his watch: eighteen minutes gone. He looked down at the bottle and the dresser top to be sure they were clean and then checked the floor, satisfied he had done well enough covering his tracks he moved next to close your dresser drawer with his booted foot, but stopped when he glanced inside it from under his helmet, his face turning a deep shade of red. You had all of your ‘delicates’ in this drawer, thongs, panties, bras, in no particular order, but all visually appealing. The thought of you in any of these and nothing else caused his blush to migrate across the wide expanse of his neck and he let out a long whistle before shaking his head and kicking it shut. Then he looked down at the “handkerchief†and his heart nearly leapt out of his ribcage. It was a pair of your panties, they were red/blue, small, silk with gold lace and were now stained by the oil based lotion he abused them with. “Damn it…†he cursed under his breath, checking his watch again. Twenty-one minutes. He needed to get out of there, fast. Pocketing the garment, he eased the door open, peeking out cautiously before quickly exiting the room and closing the door as it had been and heading off in the direction of the warehouse. The Engineer was at work as usual tinkering with his prototypes, whistling as he turned his wrench around a freshly greased bolt, content and at ease, until the Soldier’s bellowing growl caused his hand to slip, the wrench hitting his work bench with a loud ‘clang’. “HEY! TOY MAKER!†the Engineer frowned deeply, he didn’t take too kindly to being startled during the rare days the mercs had down time, especially so violently, and most especially by the Soldier. “Dang it, Soldier, hwat’s so gal darned important y’gotta shout fer?!†he grumbled back, wiping the sweat off the back of his neck with a towel as he made his way from around his mountain of spare parts. “I NEED A HAMMER.†He commanded firmly, causing his team mate to raise an eyebrow under his hard hat. “Hwat the Hell fer?†The Soldier’s ever present scowl deepened, his teeth bared as his patience was tested. “I NEED IT TO BEAT PEOPLE WHO ASK STUPID QUESTIONS TO DEATH!†The Engineer scoffed, eyes rolling behind his goggles as he grabbed one from his toolbox, throwing it at the Soldier. “Jus’ don’t go fergettin’ where it come from, mister.†His hand flew up and he caught it without moving otherwise, exiting the garage with no further comment, leaving the Engineer scratching his head and wondering what the Soldier had planned for his hammer. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a lengthy project, because no later than thirteen minutes had passed before the Soldier was back, dropping the hammer gracelessly into the toolbox it originated from and marching back out. The Engineer watched him go before grabbing it out of the box again with his gloved hand, looking over it for blood or gray matter (or perhaps some more offensive production of organic life) and finding none. There was, however, a splinter of wood between the claw. Brushing it off, he set it back in the box and shook his head, returning to his invention but not without continuing to wonder. It was only three days later that he would finally sate his curiosity. “Alright, which one of you PERVS stole my panties?! Was it YOU, Boston, huh, you little creep?!†glancing up from his coffee, the Engineer lifted both brows in surprise as he notices his female counterpart snatched the Scout up out of his seat by the front of his shirt and began shaking him. “What?! No, no, it wasn’t me! I swea’!†you threw him back into the chair and your eyes, which seemed to have an ominous sheen over them, scanned each of their faces like a LION choosing her prey. “What about you, Frog?! You some kinda sick freak, you like lace, does it make you feel pretty?!†Spy’s mouth fell open slightly, his cigarette falling out from between his lips and tumbling to the floor, the evidence of his offense to this accusation printed quite tangibly across what could be seen of his face. Trying to be the voice of reason, the Engineer stood and cleared his throat, and you fixated on him, your stance was pre-pounce. “Nao, let’s not get carried away. No one here would steal from ya, lil missy. ‘Specially nawt sum’n like ‘at.†You exploded. “Oh really?! They grew little arms and legs and crawled outta my drawer then walked outta the fort on their own whim?!†He held up his hands defensively and answered in a soothing tone. “Awl I’m sayin’ is y’mighta misplaced ‘em. Y’need any help lookin’?†Your lip curled slightly, spitting back “I already LOOKED, they’re part of a set, I have the BRA with no PANTIES, they’re not ‘misplaced’, one of you SMELLY BARBARIANS took them and when I find out who I will BURN and replace ALL of your underwear with LEATHER THONG SPEEDO’S!!!†At that, you stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy iron door shut behind yourself. When the Texan looked around the room at his fellow team mates, he noticed they were doing the same, all appeared equally as stunned and bewildered. This made him more confident that you had no foundation for your suspicion, until he heard the back door shut behind him, when he looked and saw no one he realized someone had slipped out in a hurry and a quick inventory of his colleagues revealed that the only two people missing were you and the Soldier. Taking his coffee and the auto section of the newspaper, he left the kitchen, going back to his warehouse until later that afternoon, when the Soldier left the fort to run his exercises in the canyon just behind the RED/BLU base. When the Engineer got to his room, he had to let himself in, the door which was typically kept open was closed. His eyes fell immediately on the old footlocker at the end of his bed, surprised to see there was now a padlock on it. Brows bowing in displeasure, he grimaced. “You no-good, dirty, low-down…†knowing the Soldier wouldn’t be back for a while, he pulled a pair of bolt-cutters from his tool belt, kneeling in front of the footlocker and popping the bar before opening it and looking inside, tossing it, he checks each pocket, every inner lining, even searching for evidence of a false bottom, but he didn’t find any ladies undergarments. “Huh…so why the lock suddenly…?†this must have been what he’d slipped out of the kitchen to do this morning. What was he hiding? Nothing in that old box but a couple wife-beaters, a few pairs of socks, an extra pair of boots, a couple RED/BLU issue uniforms and…several pairs of spangled boxers. It occurred to him that your threat had been to burn the culprits unmentionables and the thought of his all-American-undies burning must have horrified the Soldier. It still wasn’t enough evidence, he needed the genuine article if he was going to call any fouls. He was dumb, but not dumb enough to keep them on his person after this morning, the Engineer was confident he wasn’t WEARING them. Where’d he hide those damn things? He then recalled the previous day and the Soldier’s odd request for a hammer. He looked down at the planked floor and began scanning each board, but found none appeared to be disturbed. He was running out of time. Moving the cot in a final effort, he found one board that, instead of having four nails, one in each corner, was affixed to the floor with three nails, two in the right corners and one in the left center, though there were holes in the corners on the left side where nails had been. “Got’cha.†The Engineer pulled his hammer from his tool belt and removed the right side nails, turning the plank on the center nail which acted as a pivot point to find a pair of badly stained, red lady’s underwear, your scent was all over them, it filled the room as soon as he opened the floor up. He made a face, assuming it was covered in spent arousal. “That stupid son of a bitch…†he grabbed your panties with his gloved hand, stuffing them in his pocket before heading to your room, knocking softly on the door. “Come in…†you answered, sighing as you sat up in bed. The Engineer entered your room sideways through the half open door, lingering there a moment. “Hey, y’all mind a little comp’ny?†you shook your head, inviting him in. “No, it’s ok. Listen, I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I’m sure they’re around somewhere, I really over reacted. I’m not used to staying with a bunch of men, so I guess I’m a little paranoid.†You sat up in your cot, crossing your legs as he moved to sit on the edge of your make-shift bed. “Naw, I guess yer not. I found these under a floor board in the Soldier’s room. It, uh…looks like y’may wanna wash ‘em…or jus’ throw ‘em away…†He pulled them out, having enough courtesy not to toss them down on your bed, still under the impression that the Soldier had relieved himself all over them. When he looked up and saw the deep blush consuming your face, he colored a bit himself, looking away. “Look, I jus’ wanted t’bring these back t’ya. I can throw ‘em away if’n y’all want-…†you cut him off, taking them from his extended hand and shoving them under your pillow. “N-no, that’s ok. I’ll wash them. Thanks, I really appreciate you finding them for me.†He nodded, eying you with a sigh after a moment of contemplative silence. “….Don’t go layin’ inna th’dumb mule so rough, I don’t think he knows no better.†You nodded quietly and after an ensuing silence, he stood again. “Alright, well, if’n y’need anythin’ jus’ holler. ‘m right down the hall.†Nodding again, you offered a soft ‘thank you’ before he left. You pulled the panties out from under your pillow, still blushing deeply as you looked them over. It looked like he used them to clean up after an affair with his hand but when you noticed the smell and held them to your face, you recognized the scent as that of your favorite lotion. Not only had he cleaned himself with your panties but he used your lotion to get himself off. You bit your bottom lip, and after some time and a good amount of consideration, you stood and exited your room without a sound, closing the door behind you and making your way along the corridor. When you pushed the unlocked bathroom door open, you saw the Soldier had returned from his daily workout and was standing in the shower corral with his back to you, apparently unaware of your presence as he continued to sing the national anthem loudly and off-key. You smiled to yourself as you leaned against the wall next to the towel rack and raked your eyes up and down what exposed flesh wasn’t hidden behind the saloon style door, a giggle escaping when he took his helmet off, let it become partly full of water before putting it back on. At this he went instantly silent and his head whipped around in your direction, though you could never see his eyes, you assumed that he was looking at you. Saying nothing at first, you only continued to smile, both quietly watching each other. He wasn’t wearing his trademark scowl, seeming to realize he was in a compromising position, though his stance remained uninflected as he was clearly not shy. The silence lasted for what felt like a long time, since he was obviously waiting for you to state your business and as nothing witty had yet come to mind to open the discussion, you pulled your silk panties out of your pocket and dangled them by the hip strap on one finger. His reaction to this was dramatically different than the one to finding you creeping on him in the shower, his face became a deep red and he visibly cringed, turning in the shower to place both of his large hands on the door of it in case you were thinking of castrating him. His mouth came open simultaneously to begin stuttering around an explanation. “T-THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT-†you raised your free hand and to your surprise his mouth shut just as quickly, any excuse to get out of coming up with an excuse, you figured and dropped them to the floor before removing your hard hat and giving your head a shake to make your hair bounce around your shoulders enticingly. The Soldiers mouth fell open again slightly as you proceeded to unbuckle the shoulder straps to your overalls and watched them pool around your already bare feet. To his surprise you weren’t wearing any underwear and when you slid your collared t-shirt off, he discovered why. You were wearing the red/blue silk and gold lace bra which matched the panties he’d taken from your room. As you slowly undressed you kept your eyes trained on him, biting into your bottom lip while a soft pink blush colored your cheeks. Placing a hand on the clasp to your bra which was at the front connecting both cups, you shed the final article of clothing with a soft pop that caused your round, heavy breasts to bounce upon release. You never forgot the day he saved you, your health gauge had been registering a quickly declining -7 and you were choking through generous mouthfuls of blood. You must have been a Hell of a sight, but you couldn’t believe he found you where you’d lain wedged between a warehouse wall and an avalanche of crates, the opposing teams Uber Heavy had annihilated your sentry which lay sparking and smoking nearby. When you looked up at him through the bright spots dancing across your vision he was tipping his helmet clad head and lifting his rocket launcher back on his shoulder, the business end aimed right between your eyes which were begging him to pull the trigger. You would have preferred to endure a MONTH of the nausea caused by RE-spawn than that slow death. He had looked like he wanted to but grit his teeth and instead kneeled down and slid an arm under you, lifting you effortlessly and continuing to run ahead. When the 2 of you came upon the enemy Medic who was recharging his Medi gun, he shot a rocket between him and their Heavy, sending body parts and blood raining down over the both of you, to which he paid no mind. He dropped his now empty long range and picked up the Medic’s gun, when it lit up again, he pointed it on you, relieving your agony after moments and setting you back on your feet. You sighed breathlessly. “My hero…†Your face heated up a bit, and his response had been to grin stupidly through a modest flush, playfully brushing his fisted knuckles across your chin with his free hand, the other tossing the Medic’s weapon and pulling a shovel free of his utility belt. “Hang tough, Cupcake.†You nearly melted in your boots, knees buckling as you’d watched him run off towards the enemy base, whacking rival Soldiers’ heads backwards along the way. “Do you remember the day we met…?†you asked as you swung your hips, walking slowly towards him, the tile floor cold under your bare toes. He nodded dumbly, mouth still clamped shut. His face was quickly growing a deeper shade of red the closer you got. When your arm extended and you brushed your hand over both of his, they slid off the shower doors and you pulled them open before stepping in with him. He inhaled deeply, slowly, the scent of spiced apples seemed to possess him to fold his hairy, pipe line arms around you and pull you against himself roughly. You gasped softly, placing your hands on his hairy, muscular chest and shivering as the hot water pelted your sensitive breasts and cascaded down your slender form. “I’ve wanted you since then…†you admitted and glanced up at him from under your lashes, beads of water catching on them and sending flecks of light into your eyes. His mouth fell open slightly again, stunned by how comely you looked, all wet and naked and sliding your smooth body against his. He felt his cock twitch and start to swell as you stood on your tip-toes and it nestled between your thighs, your sex hot against the base of his length. “Nghh…†his hands slid down over your back to grab your ass, drawing a quiet moan past your lips as your arms folded around his thick neck. “Kiss me…†you commanded softly, caught off guard when he laced his fingers together behind you and picked you up, tilting his head and closing the bridge between your face and his. To your astonishment, he wasn’t only gentle but also passionate, despite his high grit five-o-clock shadow and firm jaw, you weakened at the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Doing so pinned his now full erection between his groin and yours, the small amount of constriction was enough to make his powerful abs tighten with excitement. “Mmph.†He grunted against your lips, turning to back you up against the wall without putting you down, his cock throbbing as the cold tile caused your spine to arch and your body to press flush against his own. The strong arms of the Soldier supported you with no effort, which didn’t surprise you, but you were astounded by how good he was at kissing. You were getting dizzy from it. He only broke away from you to tilt or tip his head a different way, occasionally his helmet would knock against your head but you didn’t mind, and you appreciated that he kept his tongue in his own mouth. You didn’t like sloppy kisses that left half your face coated in saliva. “Mmh.†Sighing into the kiss, you let your hands roam across his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. You’d had hundreds of dreams and thousands of day-dreams about being able to touch him so intimately and you were elated to have finally manufactured the courage to actually do so, the fact that he was reciprocating your attentions only enhanced your adulation. As his hips began to rock slowly against yours, he verbalized his sexual frustration with a low growl in his throat which sent ripples of excitement through you. Wanting desperately to alleviate that frustration, you drew back your right hand and slid it between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his thick, solid erection. He broke the kiss when you did, speaking up reluctantly in his matter-of-fact tone “I do not have a contraceptive.†This made you laugh a bit and you kissed him again. “It’s ok.†After being reassured, he lifted you higher and admired your breasts while you lined him up at your entrance. Giving a slight nod as indication you wanted him to continue, your cheeks tinted again when he smiled up at you. “Brace yourself, sweetheart.†He warned, causing your blush to darken, but you did as you were told. The Soldier started to slowly lower you onto his length, which was bigger than you’d imagined it would be and you flinched slightly at the intrusion. After he was fully sheathed inside you, he waited a moment, watching you to be sure you still wanted him and when you kissed him eagerly he almost grinned against your mouth. Removing himself almost completely before pushing back in, he blushed a bit as well at the slow moan he drew out of you. He’d been lusting after you for just as long as you had him, and would have approached you a lot sooner if he hadn’t gotten such bad advice. He’d been on another self-imposed mission, hiding outside on the roof and watching you change through your open window with a pair of binoculars. “Sweet Liberty…†he’d muttered to himself, adjusting his hard-on which had begun to strain against his pants. “You realize you look like a complete fool.†The Spy had appeared a few feet away, leaning against part of the building, chuckling as the Soldier jumped, startled, and dropped his binoculars with a loud ‘bang’ on the tin roof, which had caught your attention. You had turned to look but he had dove backwards, hiding on the low point beyond your line of vision. You’d shrugged and continued changing. Watching you silently, the Spy smiled, de-activating his cloaking device for the second time and turning to look at the Soldier who was crouched down, his frown was cutting lines deep into his face and he’d grit his teeth angrily. “What the Hell do you want, crouton?!†The Soldier growled, using all his strength not to shout. “Only to humiliate you, mon ami.†He had lit one of his cigarettes, smirking mockingly at the American as he exhaled through his nose. “Your performance during missions has deteriorated, I see I was not incorrect in assuming why. I can assure you she isn’t interested.†Straightening up to look at the Frenchman from under the rim of his helmet, his frown deepened further. “How do you know?†He crossed his beefy arms. The Spy shook his head, chuckling. “I know everything about women.†He had answered confidently. “Do yourself a kindness, don’t embarrass yourself.†Arms falling back to his sides, the Soldier’s shoulders had slumped, encompassed by an overwhelming sensation of disappointment. Now, here you were, crawling all over him. He was going to rub it in Spy’s nose so hard later. The Soldier glanced down at you, the hot water was quickly becoming cool and you shivered slightly in his arms, as much as he wanted to make it last he figured he’d have to be quick to keep you content. He lifted you up a bit again, pinning you with his muscular body to the wall and supporting you with one hand while the other reached up to remove his helmet, letting it fall to the wet floor before placing his hand back on your ass. Your eyes fluttered, you’d only seen him without the steel implement on a handful of rare occasions, but never so close. You didn’t have time to admire his pale blue eyes before he closed them, kissing you again and starting to rock his hips rhythmatically, giving a shudder himself at the soft moans you started making. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in the scent you wore that always drove him wild. Grunting with primal urgency as you tightened around his cock, he sped up his pace, and you could see fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as they fell closed. “S-Solly…!†When you called out for him, he grit his teeth, his hips now slamming into yours and fucking you into the wall. Though he wasn’t even within the vicinity of physical exhaustion, his breathing was coming in short panting breaths; it had been a while since he’d had a woman under him and he could feel a familiar heat rapidly coiling in his gut. The Soldier gave a low, deep growl of frustration, feeling that he had been waiting too long to have you for things to end so quickly but when you arched your back and cried softly “Right there…d-don’t stop…†he knew he had found your spot and pounded it hard, drawing both of you right to the very edge. Glancing up at you through hazy, lidded eyes, his face warmed a bit when you kissed him again with passion but also force and then brought your hands from his shoulders to his chest to run your fingers through the thick, dusty colored hair that shaded his bulging pectorals. He returned the kiss and slid his strong, calloused hands from your ass up along your sides to rest on your waist, feeling your core tightening under his fingers and around his throbbing erection, he knew you were almost there too. A guttural groan from the Soldier caused you to open your eyes, his fingers digging into your hips. “Nngh…here it comes…†He muttered through deep, uneven breaths, but you barely heard him as your own ears seemed to fill with cotton, your body in rapture under his aggressive treatment. Suddenly, a searing white heat tore through you and you trembled with pleasure as you rode out your climax, gasping and digging your nails into his arms as you gripped them to steady yourself. He paid no mind to your vice grip, each of his finely toned muscles flexed as one final thrust buried his cock fully inside of you where he spilled his thick, warm mess all over your cervix before he slumped against you, spent and surprised at how tired his body felt after releasing so much pent up frustration. Relaxing your hold on him, you leaned in to place a kiss on his neck, smiling weakly as he carefully removed himself and set you down. Your legs were shaking, but you managed to stay on your feet, your cheeks lighting up when he simply left his hands at rest on your sides and stared down at you. “….I really like you.†You breathlessly said, to finally break the building tension and silence. At this he grinned, his grip on you tightening once again. “I like you also.†Resisting the urge to laugh at his formal tone which he always used even when he was yelling, you stood up on your tip-toes and surprised him with another kiss, which he hastily returned. “Do you like me enough to keep me?†you asked while placing his helmet which he’d dropped back onto his head. “Affirmative.†He answered, slapping your ass playfully when you exited the shower stall to get some towels and giving you kind of a dopey smile as you threw one to him. “Hmm…†you smiled back, watching him wrap it around his waist before stepping out and making his way over to you, startled when he snatches your towel and folds you up inside it. “Let’s go, sunshine.†He said, suddenly scooping you up bridal style in his arms and heading for the door. Eyes widening, you placed a hand on his firm chest. “S-Soldier, wait, what about the-?!†As he kicked open the door, ignoring your warning, the rest of your team turned their eyes on the both of you; Having all been congregating in the common room drinking beer at that moment. You had known that with Sol’s big mouth, you wouldn’t have been able to keep things quiet for long anyway. I feel like the ending is shitty, but I was drinking when I finished this and I'd like some advice, pointers, criticisms before I re-write the last few paragraphs. I already know that it isn't uniform and the story line jumps from past tense to present tense, my strong suit is collaborative writing and this was all me so it didn't run as smoothly as I would have liked. If you don't like it, I'm sorry for wasting your time.
I'm in the process of writing a Engineer/Reader fic, I'll be posting in parts if anyone is interested. Usually I leave the team color up for interpretation because I've known people who won't read certain stories based on that.
>>225 I'm not very good at criticism, so I'll just tell you that I loved the Soldier/You fic, especially Soldier's obsession with the reader's scent. My only problem with it, though, are the flashbacks near the end, since they kind of disrupt the story's flow. Maybe you can insert them somewhere else in the story. I want to read more of what you have, so please post the Engineer story. That would certainly be interesting.
>>224 Some general pointers. Please don't take this the wrong way. Your story wasn't bad. 1. There are places where you shift tenses in the middle of sentences. 2. As you've pointed out in your author's note, the accents might be a bit hard to read, especially for those who don't have English as their first language. 3. When a different character starts to speak, please use a new paragraph. 4. I believe I've spotted some run-on sentences. 5. As anon >>226 mentioned, the flashbacks kind of disrupt the story flow. Please do keep posting, though.
Thank you guys for the feedback, it's the first story I've completed solo (these tend to run better when I work with someone else, as a collaboration effort through RP) but my best writing comes with help. These are insightful tips, I hope future posts will be found more entertaining (and less lengthy in context).
I miss this thread. Does anyone have anything to contribute?
/afanfic/'s been pretty dead lately, and the last update on this thread was months ago, so I thought I'd give it a shot. If there's anything wrong with this fic, it's because this is the first I've ever posted and I'm still a bit inexperienced. Concrit is highly encouraged and much appreciated. --------------- It was a long way up the ladder, the sweltering heat doing nothing to to help, but you eventually found yourself at the entrance to the nest. Quickly fixing yourself as much as you could while holding on to a ladder a long way from the ground, you knocked twice on the hatch above you and pushed it open. "Hey, Sniper. I'm gonna stay here a while, if that's okay with you," you said, climbing through the opening and shutting it behind you. Sniper sat on a cot that had been pushed haphazardly to one side, polishing his rifle. He glanced at you through his shades and nodded, putting down the gun and taking a sip of decaf from his red #1 Sniper mug. The nest was generally an uninteresting place: creaky floorboards that announced every step you took, unopened crates of ammunition scattered about, square windows propped open by makeshift planks of wood. It wasn't the best hangout, but you liked it there nonetheless. The nest was peaceful, a stark contrast to the stiff, mechanical gray of the base plagued by your insane teammates. It provided not only a sanctuary from the madness you called work, but also some time to think. You sat on a crate marked fragile and attempted to read the book you brought along. It was impossible to concentrate, and before long your mind started wandering back to the reason you had started hanging out in the nest in the first place. Sniper. Sniper was a good teammate and a better friend, but there was more to it than just that. One smirk from him had the ability to reduce you, a tough, battle-hardened mercenary, to a shy schoolgirl with a crush, an embarrassing condition which you repeatedly denied to yourself and hid from everyone else. Still, it was true; you wanted him, perhaps even loved him, but you were professionals, and any romantic attachment would be a distraction from your team's main objectives. Besides, you knew he'd never see you that way, and while keeping your distance was a butterfly knife through the heart, rejection would have been a rocket launcher to the face. By now your book lay forgotten on your lap as you absentmindedly watched Sniper clean his rifle, admiring the smooth movement of deft hands stroking the barrel in a vaguely suggestive manner, one you often encountered in your deepest fantasies. You noticed his fingers trembled slightly, and he looked uncomfortable, even nervous. "What're you thinkin' of, mate?" His sudden question jerked you back to the present, and you winced inwardly at the realization that he'd caught you staring. Your face burned, but you met him with what you hoped was a blank expression. "Nothing. I was just watching you clean your gun," you said, telling half the truth. He was silent, like he was contemplating something important, and you wondered whether he even heard you or not. You were exposed under Sniper's distracted gaze, and a few seconds trickled to an eternity. He sighed. "I need to tell you something," he said. Your heart beat in your chest like gunfire at a stalemate; fast, loud, and apprehensive. "Um, d'you, uh, I just-" he stuttered, and buried his face in his hands. "Bloody hell." "Sniper? Is there something wrong?" you asked, the worry evident in your voice. Sniper looked up at you, considered something momentarily, then walked toward you, his his decision made. He took you by the hands, gently pulled you to your feet, and kissed you before he could change his mind. The gunfire turned into a series of missiles going off one after the other, massive explosions of blinding color and confusion. You felt his arms wrapped around your waist; heard his intensified breathing; smelled his familiar scent of masculine fragrance, gunpowder, and coffee. The whole situation was unbelievable, but it was real. You were kissing Sniper. You were kissing Sniper. Holy shit. "I didn't know how to tell you," he admitted, pulling away from you to catch his breath, "You know I'm not too good with other people. But I know I need to be with you because if I have to go through another day with you just sittin' there and torturin' me, I'd go mad." You sighed sympathetically and pressed tender kisses up the side of his neck, trying to rid him of his shirt. "I want you, Sniper. Please." You led him to the cot, and Sniper was on top of you in a second, sucking and licking every exposed bit of flesh. You undressed quickly and left your clothes strewn on the dusty wooden floor. You knew he didn't get to do this often with the clumsy way he touched you, but he tried his best as he traced the contours of your body; fondling your breasts; exploring the soft, scarred expanse of your back; lovingly stroking the wetness between your legs. He pushed a finger inside you, then two, and a rough moan escaped your lips when he hit just the right spot. You bucked your hips against his hand uncontrollably, and he withdrew his fingers just a few glorious strokes from climax. Sniper pulled out a condom from one of the many pockets in his discarded vest, rolled it on, and positioned himself at your entrance. You exhaled sharply when he filled you, and muffled your moans on his neck with each thrust. His fingers found your clitoris, and you squirmed under his overwhelming touch. "I love you. Fuckin' 'ell, I love you," he whispered in your ear, the patient, rhythmic rolling of his hips growing slowly more erratic. At that moment, nothing mattered in the world; not your batshit crazy teammates, not the behemoths of corruption known as RED and BLU, not this futile war you fought in the middle of nowhere. There was only you and Sniper, and that's all that was important to you. You came first, toes curling and hands grasping his shoulders tightly. Sniper fucked you through it, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. A few more frantic thrusts, and he was spending his seed inside you. You were silent as he lay on top of you exhaustedly, his ragged heartbeat resonating through your skin. After you both calmed down, Sniper pulled out of you awkwardly and rolled off the condom, disposing of it in a small metal bin by the cot. His tiredness was obvious, and he gave you a chaste kiss before finally succumbing to sleep. You covered him with his blanket and watched the relaxed rise and fall of his chest for a moment before getting up to dress yourself. You gathered his clothes from all over the floor and left them neatly folded on a crate, his shades and akubra arranged on top of them. Forgotten book now in hand, you lingered through the hatch and surveyed the nest. It was a different place to you now, yet it was the same. The floorboards still creaked, the crates were still scattered, and the windows still let in the dry desert wind; but you knew better than to believe it really was an uninteresting place. After all, there lay Sniper on his cot, naked under the sheets and satisfied. You climbed down the ladder and shut the hatch quietly behind you.
>>230 Thanks so much for finally posting here! I've been waiting for somebody to update this thread for months. I really enjoyed your story. For a first attempt it's really great! It perhaps felt a bit rushed, but it wasn't bad by any stretch. Great job!
>>231 Oh man, I know what you mean. I got tired of waiting for someone to update, so I decided to just try writing myself. I agree that it is rushed, but that's just impatience on my part, I guess. I've been thinking about writing another story, and hopefully, it'll be better. By the way, thank you so much for the kind words. I was really worried about posting here, but I'm glad you like it.
>>229 I have posted a story here two years ago, and I have the next chapter still sitting in my folder (it's going to feature the RED Scout x Reader). I just didn't like how it turned out, which made me re-write the chapter several times. Although I would like to post it at some point. I have other ideas for other TF2 Reader Inserts, but I have not had the interest in actually writing them...
This thread needs to be revived! It's far beyond dead and needs fresh work. Anyone got something laying around? >>233 If you have any insert ideas I would love to read them. Especially ones with Heavy or Soilder.
I've got a query about the length of fics that can be posted here. I have a SniperxReader fic that's substantially longer than any of the fics I've posted here previously - 25 document pages. Will I be scolded for that?