hello friends, i am the anon that wrote the "in the dark" thread. and i wrote the random fic from the "webcam chat" thread. i want to write and be more active, but i am terrible at ideas. solution: give me requests. i'm pretty much okay with every pairing and every kink that isn't like... super gross. on to the fucking!
Hello! Thanks for offering to take on requests. I enjoyed your others fics, and I’m looking forward to reading anything new by you. Hopefully you’ll get some prompts you can work with! Here are a couple of idea from me, in case any of them takes your fancy: 1. Heavy/Scout. It’s not a very common pairing, and the fics I’ve seen on the ‘chan have all technically been Heavy/Medic with Heavy indulging a closeted Scout. How about Scout making a move on the big guy? How does an American even woo a Russian? Let alone one four times his size who might not be into what Scout has to offer despite the comment that “Is true, Scout is not baby. But is leetle, like Russian woman.†2. Soldier/Demoman, post-WAR!. The new comic, Unhappy Returns, features this exchange between them: http://www.teamfortress.com/tf02_unhappy_returns/#f=30 – so I’m guessing that, at some point after the WAR! comic, they’ve had to have met and sorted things out between themselves (Valve’s RED/BLU colour confusion notwithstanding). I’d like to see their first meeting on friendly terms after WAR!, making up and then making out. 3. Scout/Sniper. Both are interested, but cultural differences get in the way. Scout expects the older, more experienced Sniper to take charge, but in Australia a true gentleman is always submissive, and Sniper is determined to do right by Scout. In the end, Sniper has to guide Scout through topping him.
I once saw a picture of the Sniper using a dildo on himself in front of a web cam and Spy laughing in the other end, talking how he should blackmail the bushman more often. The Sniper snarls at the camera but continues anyway. I've been wanting to read a fic based on that picture ever since. Also, as a huge fan of Spy abuse, I'd love to read something like Pyro, Sniper and Engineer having a little fun with the enemy Spy after the battle. If these aren't your cup of tea, then that's all right, no hard feelings! I'm happy to see some people are still willing on posting here.
Would you be okay with writing Soldier/Merasmus? Cause I really want Soldier/Merasmus.
Scout/spy - scout dom and spy tied up and with a kitty buttplug or kitty ears etc. Just anything with Spy as a cat. Please.
Anything with solder and engie
#5 YES! I second this one
Sniper/Engie- However you want it.
Hm....something with Pauling maybe? Or if hetero isn't your thing, Sniper dominating Spy would be wonderful as well.
Male Pauling is always an option, too
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thank you for all the requests! i usually go in order, so 2 think i'm going to do option #1 first. the heavy/scoot thing seems interesting as fuck. then >3 because i've seen that pic before and HOT.
Can I still add? I have a thing for rare pairings, so if you have time to work some Scout/Soldier themes into there, the niche fandom would appreciate it x
I was thinking about Scout/Soldier this morning. I second that request.
13 sure, that sounds fun! i'm going to try and fill everyone's request (or in the case of a person making multiple requests, then at least one), so if we could pause requests for now until i catch up, that would be great! my goal is a request per day, i think it's a nice challenge to get me writing again.
Just make sure you won't wear yourself out or stress about them too much. That's quite a goal and one per day is pretty much.
okay so let's go. part 1 of 3, probably. i like doing short installments. scout's big mouth "She was the most beautiful lass," Demo set down his bottle, drunk with nostalgia and scrumpy, "And it all started with one line! One line, boyos! It's just..." "Okay, what happened to her then?" Scout demanded, a beer of his own clenched in his skinny fist. Demo paused, looked off into the fire that bellowed in the hearth of the god-forsaken quote-unquote "rumpus room". He took so long to answer that Scout thought the man had fallen asleep. And then - "An eagle got her. Just - took her. Came from the sky and snatched her up." Demo blinked back a genuine tear. "What the fuck is it with the eagles thing? First that Gray faggot, and now this too? Hey!" Scout ducked the empty bottle that was chucked at his face, and the brown glass shattered against the concrete wall with a merry tinkle. "Would you perhaps calm down?" Spy asked dryly, carefully brushing shards of glass off of his suitcoat. There were no bottles near him, but he smelled quite strongly of gin and kritek cigarettes. "Demo, what was this line?" "Ah! The line," the Demo jerked, startled out of his reverie, "It's a strong one... don't know if I should tell you. I don't know if you're... if you could wield that kind of power." Scout rolled his eyes but, wisely, kept his mouth shut and instead opted for another beer. "It's never failed me. Never! But I respect it - I only use it... when it's most necessary." The Scotsman hiccuped. Scout jiggled his thigh. "Yeah, whatever. I don't need some stupid fuckin' line to pick someone up!" Demo shook his head. "Fine! ... I won't tell ye then." "What? Why not???" Demo was looking into the fire again, his face relaxed in some semblance of bliss, clearly caught up in his daydream. Cirrhosis and exposure to white phosphorus made his fantasies seem much more real, real enough that the base faded away. "Was that love at first sight... or should I walk by again?" Demo whispered to the shadows. "What the hell is that crap? That worked?" "Just because you have never managed to successfully pick up a lover with one sentence does not mean that it is impossible," Spy chimed in, his eyes bloodshot. "I have!" Scout defended, "But that line sucks! It ain't that I don't pick girls up, I pick 'em up all the time. Back home, man, you wouldn't even believe it. I could pick up anyone." "Anyone?" Spy inquired. Scout, mind softened and courage strengthened by the magic of beer, puffed up. "Yeah, frogface, anyone!" There were sounds from the hallway, and loud steps that could only be the largest member of their team, and the three men saw Heavy pass by briefly. "I mean, look at me! Heck I could even seduce that fatass!" "Then do it." Demo's voice cut the air, the man suddenly back from his fantasies. He stared at Scout with his single eye, shook his head, "Then fuckin' do it. You skinny virgin! You think you can just - brush off what I just told you, running your mouth off, writing checks that you can't cash! I gave you part of my SOUL telling you that line." Demo paused, wiped the froth from his upper lip, "Well if you're so smart, lad, so cocksure, then DO IT." Scout heard only the anger in Demo's voice, registered only the aggression, his sense of comprehension was so dulled. "Fine! I will! You fucking drunk!" More bottles were broken and Scout didn't remember too much after that, not until he was finally alone in his room, bloody and stinking of vomit and Spy's gin and then he realized. What did he just agree to? "Aw shit..."
oh my fucking god i am too high for this shit, i cannot stop laughing at this. http://vocaroo.com/i/s1mDRuCClMwN
Rarekink time. Pairings not specific, but I do like myself some Heavy focus, and I've been aching for a Heavy/Soldier fic for ages. Use as you see fit. * One of the classes is not well-endowed. At all. Fortunately, his partner loves short, thick dicks. * The more feminine of the two isn't into crossdressing. The more masculine one is. * Alternately, Pauling with a dildo and suit, fucking one of the guys in a skirt. * The more manly one is much more of the catcher/sub. * Intelligence/science kink. * Scout actually isn't a virgin...but his partner is!
Someone getting fucked by a cloaked spy during the humiliation round? Basically, someone from Blu is trying not to get their skull bashed in by a bunch of Red scouts during humiliation. They're hiding behind some boxes or something and the Red Spy shows up and molests/fucks them while they can't make noise/fight back. I imagine it being the sniper though it could really be any of the mercs.
>>21 That sounds like a great idea to me. I also couldn't help thinking of the Sniper being the Spy's victim.
I don't wanna bash on any pairings but sniper/spy has been done to death, what about demo or soldier, it would be interesting to see their reaction
If you don't want to bash any pairings, don't bash any pairings. Some of us still love Sniper/Spy. Besides, OP is taking requests, so you can request any rare pairings you like in any situation you like instead of hijacking #21's request.
>>23 I can't imagine Demo OR Soldier hiding during humiliation. Still think Sniper would be best or Scout or Medic. Of course if it's believable, anyone would work.
Voting for RED Spy/BLU Sniper here. Especially if Spy takes advantage of the situation to explore Sniper's body and relish any scar he gave him like a trophy. If Sniper decides that he'd rather die and respawn than let Spy touch him, Spy could say something like "what if my teammates decide to join in instead of killing you?" to make him stay quiet. <i>BUT</i> I also really like rare pairings, so I have an extra request for Demo/Spy shippers. Demo orders some very nice scrumpy, but they accidentally send him extremely fine wine instead. Knowing that Spy loves that stuff, Demo invites him in his room for a drink. The wine makes Spy slightly friendlier, and after a while the two men end up admitting that they really miss their ladies (BLU Scout's mom and BLU's Medic wife). "What would you do to her if she were here?" --> porn. With lots of foreplay (massages, caresses, body kisses, etc etc. Spy and Demo treat their ladies right!)
next is 3 "Also, as a huge fan of Spy abuse, I'd love to read something like Pyro, Sniper and Engineer having a little fun with the enemy Spy after the battle." and then >4, with Solly and Merasmus. Never done that pairing before, we'll see how it goes. thanks for the requests! scout's big mouth (2/2) The next morning, so sore and hung-over that he threw up three times, Scout had tried to joke it off. They wouldn't actually expect him to like... seduce Heavy, would they? "Are all of you in States little cowards, or just you, boy?" "I would expect nothing less... These Americans, my friend, they are all talk. Especially one with such a large mouth." And on. And on. All day, through the whole battle, little words. Little actions. On the field, when Scout was tracking down a stray medic, Spy (cloaked, of course) tripped him off of the bridge – whispering “bon voyage†just as Scout plummeted to the water below. Demo kept purposefully laying grenades in Scout's path - not harmful due to friendly fire but certainly annoying. Scout had a soldier on the brink of death when Spy shimmered out of nothing and backstabbed HIS kill. Demo knocked him off the cliff three different times. Both mercenaries were subtle enough that it appeared that Scout was just fucking up. The others noticed. "Are you feeling well, Scout?" Medic asked during pre-round, receiving only a tight "fuck you" in response. Heavy, standing alongside the doctor, raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What in the hell is wrong with you, boy?!†Engineer bellowed when Scout was tripped by Spy (AGAIN) and knocked the dispenser over. “Just go back to base if you’re going to be so goddamn useless!†Scout didn’t have a choice. When Demo and Spy cornered him again, he gave in, opting for a different tactic. “We will make sure the locker room is cleared for your pursuits,†Spy barked in his hoarse laugh. Scout could only glare in response. “Yeah, whatever, I’m gonna seduce him so good the whole base will hear it.†“We will be listening.†Demo laughed, “Listening to him kick your arse!†It didn’t matter. Scout couldn't back down, not after that much goading. He had to at least try. Heavy would either a) fuck him, or b) kick his ass. Scout had been fucked before, had enjoyed it actually (come on, what do you think boy scouts do at camp?) and he had also had his ass kicked in every conceivable way. There wasn’t that much more that Heavy could to do him. And now. His heart jackhammered in his throat. Scout swallowed, leaned flat against a locker and didn't breathe. Spy and Demo had done as they had promised; the locker room was completely empty. He stripped quick, turned on the shower and set the water hot enough to burn away his shame. At least he had a plan. He soaped himself up and couldn’t believe he was hard when the door finally swung open and Heavy entered the room. Scout had angled himself to be in full view of the door, naked and covered in foam. That was sexy, right?? Girls did it in magazines all the time and THEY looked hot! The door swung shut and Heavy stopped. The American swallowed, forced himself to lock eyes with his teammate. “Hey,†Scout’s voice cracked only a little. “What are you doing.†Heavy was staring at him but so far displayed no signs of aggression, no clenched fists, no raised voice. He set down on a bench and began to take his enormous boots off, but his eyes never left the naked Scout. “I dunno, why don’t you come find out?†Scout teased. Heavy’s casual attitude made him feel a lot better; maybe the big guy wouldn’t break him in half after all. Scout was not at all prepared for Heavy’s next words. “Are you… fucking with me, Scout?†Heavy stood back up. He stripped off his vest and shirt and Scout found his eyes glued to the expansive chest, following the dark fluffy hair down Heavy’s abdomen. “No, you idiot,†he could barely breathe, intoxicated by Heavy’s apparent readiness, suddenly very aware of how badly he wanted to do this. Heavy pulled his pants off, now naked, and Scout jerked his eyes upward, looked anywhere but there. “If this is joke… this is your last chance,†the Russian grumbled, now in the water stream, close enough that Scout backed up. Those huge, calloused hands grabbed his hips and Scout literally squealed in surprise and shut himself up by pressing their mouths together. Heavy held him tightly, pinned Scout against the wall. “C’mon, big guy,†Scout goaded, but couldn’t bring himself to touch Heavy’s cock yet, anxious to get this over with, kind of surprised at how much he wanted to be fucked. The Russian kissed him once, turned Scout around and kissed at his neck gently. Scout moaned, tried to be quiet, failed when a soapy finger slid into his body. “Do not want to hurt you too much,†Heavy chuckled in his ear. Everything tickled and Scout pushed into the warm touches. “Just – just do it,†he gasped, “I can… I can take it.†He wondered how much he would regret that. Heavy obliged, spread Scout’s legs and Scout whined when Heavy pressed in. The soap was incredibly slick and made it much easier than expected; Scout breathed out as Heavy filled him up. It hurt, but in the best way Scout could imagine. “Fuck,†he gasped, “Oh fuck, Heavy.†“You like?†“Yeah…†One big hand wrapped around Scout’s thin cock, stroked him a few times as Heavy eased out and then in. “Come on, you won’t – unh – break me.†The next few thrusts took his breath away and he closed his eyes, “Fuck.†Heavy groaned behind him, into his ear, that thick cock way too deep and pressing deeper. Rough words that certainly weren’t English spilled from his mouth, spilled all over Scout’s skin and made the skinny man feel prickly all over. “You like that sweet ass, don’t ya?†Scout gasped, “Fucking amazing, right? Aw, God… Yeah, just like that.†Heavy chuckled happily, sucked a mark on Scout’s neck as his jacked the younger man off. Scout wriggled in his grasp, pleading and begging and then Scout was coming like a gunshot in Heavy’s hand. “Good boy,†Heavy praised, nearing his own edge, “Good boy…†He didn’t take much longer, bellowed loud enough to rattle the tiles into Scout’s ear as he filled up his willing prey. Scout sagged against the wall, shivered when Heavy pulled out and the come began to leak down his legs. Heavy began to shower, completely normal, and Scout wondered if Spy and Demo had set the Russian up too. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, instead dressing hastily and escaping the room. He was incredibly grateful that Heavy hadn’t tried to talk to him. Walking felt weird and Scout booked it to his room. He closed the door and locked it and sighed. He had done it. “That was quite the shower,†Spy chuckled. “Goddamn it, Spy get out, leave me alone. I got him, ok? Did you hear him?†“Oh, the whole base heard.†“Good. Now get off my back!†“Why, so your boyfriend can get back on it?†Spy laughed and was still laughing even after Scout physically threw him out of the room and slammed the door in his face. “Fucking weirdo!â€
Wow, Demo and Spy are real bullies. I actually liked the way they pressured the Scout to do it, I bet they had a blast. Thanks to this I'm also seeing my brother in a whole different light now, since he used to be a boy scout. Thank you for this.
Request: >3 "Also, as a huge fan of Spy abuse, I'd love to read something like Pyro, Sniper and Engineer having a little fun with the enemy Spy after the battle." hope you like it. warning: this is obviously noncon. next is supposed to be >4 (Soldier/Merasmus) but i literally have no ideas so i might have to skip that one. sorry. if that is the case, then next will be >5 "Scout/spy - scout dom and spy tied up and with a kitty buttplug or kitty ears etc. Just anything with Spy as a cat. Please." thanks for the requests! ~ "VICTORY!" The Administrator's voice echoed over the sandy hills of Upward and Sniper relaxed. He wiped sweat from his face with a kerchief. He'd been blasted halfway across the map by the BLU Demo and was bitterly heading back to base. He was thirsty and pissed as fuck. The BLU Spy had been on fire today, had backstabbed Sniper so many times that the Australian was literally ashamed. He didn't know why, he had felt pretty on point. Apparently not. He crested a hill when he heard someone - "Well ain't you pretty like that," Engineer's voice echoed from a building to his right, a building that contained a healthy supply of ammunition. "Engie?" Sniper called, heading into the building, "What are you -" He stopped, stared at what was going on, cleared his throat. Engineer beamed at him from underneath the orange hardhat, two of the Gunslinger's gloved fingers stuffed up the Spy's ass. The poor BLU was prostrate on his knees, arms bound tightly behind him with Engineer's extension cord, and he was currently being choked on Pyro's surprisingly fat cock. Sniper found himself laughing, a bitter sound, pleased to see that filthy motherfucker get his comeuppance. "Don't he look good, Slim?" Engineer laughed. The Spy gagged pathetically and Pyro laughed, the sound muffled through his gas mask. An invisible zipper had been pulled down to reveal only his belly and genitals, showing dark brown skin that was sprinkled with old pink scars. He held Spy by the tie, had yanked it around and now used it as a leash. "Damn," was all Sniper could say, "Bloody hell, Engie." The BLU's face was obscured but his cries were clearly audible. Engineer squirted some more lubricant on his glove, thrust harder into the wriggling flesh. He pulled his fingers back, used his human hand to unbuckle his overalls and pull his cock from his briefs. Sniper couldn't look away, watched in awe as the Texan leaned forward and sank into the BLU Spy. Pyro groaned, buried himself as deep in Spy's face as he could, sighed as he came down the spasming throat. He let Spy go and the BLU promptly turned and threw up. Fluid spattered on Pyro's boots and he snarled, kicked Spy square in the jaw. The bone popped and Spy choked. Pyro cackled and leaned against the wall, zipped his suit back up but made no move to leave. "God, you're tight," Engineer groaned, "What's it like to take it from a man?" Sniper pulled his slim cock from his chinos, stroked himself slowly as he watched. "You'll have your turn," Engie laughed. The Spy was mostly silent at this point, breathing heavily but otherwise quiet. Sniper reached forward, wormed his fingers under the Spy's jacket to grab the hem of the Frenchman's mask. "Non!" The material tore under Sniper's might, he yanked the fabric up and off of the slim face. The mask was wet, stained with tears, spit, vomit and Pyro's come and Sniper tossed it aside. Spy turned his face violently away from the REDs, gagged as Engineer throttled him with his tie. "You are a looker," Sniper praised, "As pretty as a sheila. Now, open up..." He forced two fingers into the Spy's mouth to wedge the teeth apart, pushed his cock in after them. Engineer helped him, used the tie to keep Spy still so that Sniper could fuck that handsome face. "Fuck." That mouth was hot, wet, and the satisfaction of getting the Spy back was intoxicating. "Yeah, take my fuckin' cock," Sniper swore under his breath, "You think you can fuck with me all day like that, huh? And get away with it?" "He blew eight of my sentries today," Engineer grumbled, the next few thrusts especially harsh, "And he got Pyro like two dozen times. It's only fair, BLU." The Texan's face crumpled and he came with a satisfied groan. Sniper didn't take much longer, pulled free of Spy's mouth and painted that wretched face. He pushed the Spy away violently, smiled when the thin man crumpled uselessly to the ground. Engineer was already cleaned up, reached out to give Sniper a handkerchief. Pyro seemed to have slipped away without Sniper's notice. "See you next time, Spy," Engineer laughed. "How long will it take your teammates to find you, hm? Guess we'll find out." For good measure, he booted the BLU in the stomach. Spy barely moved, only groaned bleakly. "And that's for what you did to Demo," the Texan spat. He glanced at Sniper, "Ready to go?" Sniper spat on the motionless body. "Yeah."
This... was... perfection..! Honestly, I couldn't have asked for anything better! It was short but hell was it intense! I especially loved the male Pyro and the way Sniper spoke to the spook (Sniper/Spy is my otp forever). Thank you so much for this, you didn't have much time but you did better than I ever dared to imagine.
Now I'm craving a sequel to that about hurt/comfort + revenge. If you are still taking requests, I'd totally love a sequel where Spy's team find him, take care of him like a bunch of protective brothers, and pull a huge revengegasm against his tormentors. Could be proactive defence too, as in 'if they did that to Spy they could do that to me too, better make sure they never get the chance.'
requesting the idea that someone posted in the request thread where soldier is a mailman. If someone's already written this, please link me to it!
quality stuff already, always enjoy your work! can't wait for the next fills, you are a trooper.
4 SOLDIER/MERASMUS I guess I'm doing the prompts at random now! I have no idea! I had no ideas for the dom Scout/sub kitty Spy, sorry. I might write that request but it's highly doubtful. I just can't get my head around it. In the mean time, HAVE SOME OF THIS! ~ for >4 The lightning bolt cracked across the room loud enough to cause injury, cracked loud enough to shake bones, cracked loud enough that the bronze lamp on the table imploded into flames. There was a crash and a yell and Soldier dropped through the floor and out of view. "I. HAVE HAD. ENOUGH!" His voice swept through the resulting smoke, "JANE!" "IT WASN'T MY FAULT," came the bellowed reply from the splintered hole. Merasmus crept forward, peered down at his roommate, "HELP ME GET OUT." "This was your fault, you imbecile! Every time! I can't leave you alone for five minutes - BRAZBO BARRABUS!" Merasmus was cut off by another strike of lightning, another crash. The castle shook hard. "I'M HARVESTING ELECTRICITY," Jane shouted. He had pulled off his jacket, but still wore his boots, camouflage pants, and a white t-shirt. His helmet was firmly strapped to his potato shaped head, "THE LIGHTNING RODS ON THE ROOF! THEY ATTRACT -" BOOM. "LIGHTNING RODS?" "YES! AMERICAN ELECTRICITY POWERED BY AMERICAN LIGHTNING! I'M GOING TO OPEN AN ENERGY COMPANY AND CALL IT FREEDOM STRIKES! IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM!" "You are a moron!" Merasmus gasped, his mouth gaped open like a suffocating fish. He gathered his rage, concentrated it within himself. "I have lived longer than you could possibly imagine! Do you have ANY idea of what I am capable of?!" His hands began to vibrate, green light spilling forth from his fingertips as his voice became louder and louder. There was one more crack of thunder and the clouds outside swirled, a mad scramble of black clouds and blue sky and white puffy cumulus clouds, until - With one last earth-shattering rumble, the storm dissipated. Soldier was gone, had probably long since climbed out of the hole and as Merasmus came back to himself, he could smell something burning. Something suspiciously like... "MY PLANTS!" Merasmus tripped over his robes rushing down the stone stairs to the expansive basement. He crashed to the smooth floor in a long-limbed, enraged heap. "MY! CANNABIS! PLANTS!" Lines of what were once emerald green plants, plants that should have been blazing under heat lamps, were now blazing with fire. Soldier was laughing. "I didn't know you were a florist, too!" Merasmus scrambled to his feet, ignored the scrapes on his legs that bled sluggishly, scrapes that bled a fluid that was noticeably darker than human blood. The heat of the flames was too hot, burned red against the warlock's flesh, and Merasmus shied away from the blaze. Just as orange fire engulfed the last precious leaves, a shadow swirled itself into his vision. He could only hear Jane laughing, laughing, and smell the burning of his new, highly anticipated indica crop. His rage returned with a vengeance, a tsunami that consumed all of him. "I AM GOING TO RUIN YOUR LIFE!" "I'd like to see you TRY!" "I am going," Merasmus seethed, his voice lower now, "I am going to humiliate you, Jane! As much as you have humiliated me!" A flash of green illuminated the room, blew out the flames with a mighty gust. Soldier yelled as the shockwave toppled him to the floor. Mirrors on the far wall fogged over as a cold breeze from literally nowhere kicked up. The green mist parted and Soldier was braced against the far wall, wearing only - "WHAT IS THIS?!" Merasmus gasped, stunned. Soldier's red face was wet with sweat, his helmet knocked off, and he stared down in horror at his own body. The hairy, muscular torso was clad only in a bubblegum pink nightie. The sheer fabric clung tightly to Soldier's chest and was long enough that it just barely covered his genitalia with a lacy white ruffle. The warlock couldn't help it. He laughed, loudly, obnoxiously, now noticing Soldier's hands tied with rope above his head to a stone arch. "And they say that I wear ladies clothes!" "Get this off of me immediately!" Soldier bellowed. His skin visibly shivered. The little ruffle did absolutely nothing to hide his short cock and Merasmus found his eyes lingering there much, much too long. "Uh," his tongue was brittle in his mouth and Merasmus swallowed. Soldier's dick was getting hard. A vision danced in Merasmus' head, one of him humiliating his miserable roommate at last. He glanced at the extinguished fires, at his ruined work. The tables were burnt to ashes, the plants shriveled black crisps of carbon. The dirt was scorched and every single heating lamp bulb had blown out. Six months of work. Merasmus looked back to his captive. Soldier hadn't made a single sound, hadn't moved at all. "You are at my mercy, Jane. Mercy that just. Ran. Out." Merasmus drew up close, raised up to his full height, towered over Soldier's bound form. He was close enough to feel the man's body heat. "Merasmus-" "Silence!" the warlock barked, "For too long, you have slowly and methodically ruined every. Single. Aspect. Of my life." He took one more step closer, charred robes rustling in the quiet space. Merasmus drew a finger down Jane's rough jaw. The human's terror and shame were tangible, gave a sharp spark to the air. It was delicious. His finger skirted down, down the see-through pink fabric, hooked under the hem. "Don't." Soldier growled, but his voice was weak. The joy that suffused Merasmus was intoxicating and he lifted the tiny ruffle. "What a small penis," the wizard cackled, reached his other hand forward to cup the hardening flesh. "Stop." Jane's voice was barely a whisper now, his blue eyes glued to Merasmus' hands. The warlock squeezed him, much too pleasant for Soldier's liking, and Merasmus leaned against him. "I'm going to ruin your life," Merasmus promised with a soft whisper. He sealed it with a kiss, something so gentle that Soldier flinched when lips skipped over his own. "I'm going to take something from you that you never thought possible, Jane. And I'm going to love every moment." One hand still fondled the chubby little cock, the other slid back to grab Soldier's bare ass and squeeze. Soldier groaned, tried to twist away from those wandering hands. Merasmus shoved his roommate, hard, knocked Soldier to face the wall. He ground his hips against Soldier's muscular ass, pressed two fingers into his own mouth and sucked on them hard. "This is going to sting," he murmured and slipped both fingers into Soldier's ass. The man jerked away but made not a single sound. The warlock felt his veins drawing too tight - having Jane tied at his mercy was everything he had ever wanted and more. He just hadn't quite realized he wanted Soldier this way. Merasmus pulled his fingers free, pulled his very long shaft from the folds of his robes. Quickly, Merasmus pressed forward, pushed until dry skin gave way to slick and smooth. Soldier's moan was heaven to his ears as he pushed in to the root. Both men stilled, the sensation overwhelming, and Merasmus sighed a curse as he pulled out and thrust in again. Soldier shuddered and his body clenched down, incredibly tight and hot on the inside and why didn't he do this sooner?! Merasmus levered his hips back, forward, relished every one of Jane's cries and tremors. He reached one thin hand around, wrapped the bone-white fingers around Soldier's cock and began to stroke. His rhythm was completely off but it seemed to be more than enough. He bit the thick muscle of Jane's shoulder, bit down hard as he paused his movements to regain his breath. The warlock was panting, desperate, when - "Please. Merasmus." It was almost inaudible, almost lost under his own heaving breath, and the needy little whine was more than the wizard could take. He pinned Soldier flush to the wall and drilled into that sweet ass like it would save his cannabis plants. Soldier's cock throbbed in his hand and Merasmus closed his eyes. "Oh, Jane," he groaned, "I - I can't-" With a stammer, Merasmus came, filled Soldier up until pearly cum began to drip out. He leaned, boneless, against the human and pulled himself free from that warm body. He stepped back, preened himself quickly and tucked everything away. He was still breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink as Jane's nightie, and he smiled wickedly when he saw a second puddle of come on the floor, on and around Soldier's feet. "I'm going to leave you here for a while, to think about what you've done," Merasmus practically purred. He felt high on revenge, on adrenaline, on having sex for the first time in over a hundred years. He walked over to one of the cabinets that hadn't burned, opened a drawer and withdrew a polaroid camera. He snapped a few pictures of Soldier in that oh-so-compromising position and laid the images flat on a counter. With one last look over, Merasmus climbed the stone steps to the ground floor of the castle. Already his mind was buzzing with need. He would have to punish Jane again soon.
>>34 I liked this. Forceful, but seemingly consensual. I can't personally do non-con. Also, the idea that Merasmus would be a stoner to contradict Soldier's staunch (possible) Republicanism makes me giggle.
I would like to second 31. I would love you forever and give you cookies.
>>34 This has reawakened my Merasmus boner these last few days. Good job because I can't stop thinking about this
is it too late to request some bottom Demoman? with anyone, just make sure he's getting fucked.
>>38 Ooh, Demoman x Heavy! Mostly because I've only seen it like, once ever.
hello! this is a combination of the following prompts: 21 Someone getting fucked by a cloaked spy during the humiliation round? Basically, someone from Blu is trying not to get their skull bashed in by a bunch of Red scouts during humiliation. They're hiding behind some boxes or something and the Red Spy shows up and molests/fucks them while they can't make noise/fight back. I imagine it being the sniper though it could really be any of the mercs. 26 Especially if Spy takes advantage of the situation to explore Sniper's body and relish any scar he gave him like a trophy. If Sniper decides that he'd rather die and respawn than let Spy touch him, Spy could say something like "what if my teammates decide to join in instead of killing you?" to make him stay quiet. EXCEPT Spy/Sniper is overdone times a million, so i did Spy/Pyro. hope that doesn't piss anyone off. UNTIL NEXT TIME, FRIENDS ~ tw/spoiler: rape, sexual assault "Choices" In his two years with BLU, Pyro had never seen so many Scouts. The RED team had been without any Scouts at all for months, and now there were suddenly three. It was likely a hiring misfire, but that was no comfort to the BLU Pyro as he ducked. The three REDs bounced, one to the left, one to the right, one in front, and the BLU Pyro stumbled as he air-blasted them back. Their light forms were easily rebuffed, their pistol shots knocked askew. The Pyro dropped to the flight below through a hole in the wooden floor, a splintered and burned chasm that looked like a Soldier's doing. His suit caught on a log of wood, slowed his fall, but didn't tear the thick asbestos and impermeable rubber. He snuffled, checked up the hole before he bolted for the back exit out of the little building. He needed to get back on the cart! "YOU FAILED!" The voice of the Administrator boomed from hidden, impossibly loud, speakers. Pyro skidded to a stop, ducked behind a rock outcrop just as the RED Scouts came out of the building. His flamethrower fizzed and sparked in his hands, as it always did at the end of a losing round, and he tossed the useless weapon aside before pulling a hidden zipper around his neck. Pyro tore off his gasmask so that he could listen closely. The hot air felt good against his sweaty skin, a momentary relief amidst the Pyro's growing panic. "Come out come out wherever you are!" The REDs cackled, "We just wanna bash yer head in, mumbles!" Scouts were known for their cruelty and the Pyro could only imagine what three of them could come up with. A flashback in his mind - two RED Scouts knocking out all of the BLU Medic's teeth before finally killing the screaming German. Pyro's stomach lurched as he recalled his own gruesome interactions with the sociopathic young REDs. His shins ached with the memory of being smashed by wooden bats. God, never again. Pyro flattened himself against the stone and sand, closed his eyes. The Scouts sounded farther and farther away, and it seemed that perhaps he had escaped unscathed. He rose to his feet, still listening, and then he was scooped up into an impossibly tight embrace. "I wouldn't move, if I were you," a smooth voice whispered in Pyro's left ear. He shuddered, felt the ice cold shock of steel against his vulnerable throat. The cloaked RED Spy. "Just kill me then, coward!" the Pyro whispered. He didn't struggle, the balisong sharp enough and held tight enough to his throat that any movement would tear his jugular open. Bleeding out was one of the worst ways to die, choking on your own blood as your body froze from the inside out. Pyro shuddered. The man behind him pushed forward, ground their bodies together, and his unavoidable erection had Pyro realizing exactly what was on the RED's mind. "No-" "Shh, you don't want to attract the rest of my team, do you? Perhaps they decide to join in, hm?" The Spy's lips grazed his ear and Pyro shivered. "You'll enjoy it, I promise..." A hand that was much too sure slid over the rubber suit and cupped Pyro's crotch. "Don't be afraid, ma bonne flambée." Pyro mumbled but did not resist. "At least turn off the cloak." "You are in no position to make demands." One slim hand somehow unstrapped Pyro's suit, pulled the buckles and zippers free until the Pyro stood only in his BLU tshirt and boxers. Pyro trembled, his dick incredibly hard. He blushed when the RED Spy laughed and groped him again, mouthed at his neck with possessive kisses as the boxers were worked down his ample thighs. "Beautiful," the Frenchman whispered as he slowly jerked the little cock, milky hands stark against the Pyro's deep bronze skin. Pyro's flesh was warm and dark, splashed liberally with candy pink scars and the occasional white knot and slash, "Mon Dieu... absolutely gorgeous. I left this one, didn't I? Yes..." He let go of the Pyro's cock to stroke a scar above the BLU's left ass cheek. "I remember it. On Viaduct, wasn't it? You don't see very well in the snow, do you?" Pyro snorted in annoyance, felt the blade bite his neck as Spy held him tighter. "Now, now, just relax. There you are, good boy. And this one… this was mine as well." The Spy kissed a puckered scar on his shoulder. “And this one, too.†A hand rubbed a thick slash just underneath his sternum, then dipped to grab Pyro’s dick again. “You scar so easily, precious boy.†Spy squeezed Pyro to full hardness and then Pyro was being bent over a stack of dusty tires. The BLU squeaked, mortified, as his briefs were yanked down to his knees. His ass was groped, hard, and two wet fingers brushed over his hole. "Hey, did any of you find that Pyro? There's no way he got away!" A Scout's voice bounced closer and Pyro froze. "Good boy..." Spy whispered and Pyro bit his lip when those fingers slid into him. The Spy reached around him, grabbed his cock and squeezed. The Pyro swallowed a whimper as the Spy stroked his insides, slowly. "So hard for me, love. I know you want it." He was nearly inaudible, gasped in Pyro's ear as the Scout's voices came closer. Pyro squeezed his eyes shut, clung to the thick rubber of the tractor tires underneath him, didn't even dare breathe when those two fingers became three. One harsh gasp escaped him as the fingers were removed and the RED Spy shifted behind him. The RED positioned himself; the BLU flinched as a cold, slippery head braced against him. Pyro idly wondered where Spy had gotten the lube, but then Spy was sinking deep into him and that was forgotten. Spy was jerking him off again, the man’s free arm wrapped tightly around Pyro's chest as he filled the BLU to the brim. Pyro bit his tongue to stay silent, forced himself to relax. It hurt, but only a little - the Spy had prepared his prey well - and Pyro breathed out a tiny sigh. The Spy behind him groaned, pleased with Pyro's compliance, and began to grind deeper into Pyro's tight ass. The BLU couldn't hear the Scouts anymore and he didn't really care, every thought focused on not making a single noise. The Spy's cold nose rubbed against the back of his neck, nuzzled the Pyro's shaven and scarred head. Rough kisses followed shortly after and Pyro stifled his whimpers the best he could, every nerve on fire. It felt good. The possessive hands grasping him so tightly, the eager marks sucked on his neck, the slim cock tucked neatly inside of him. Spy was slow, gentle. Pyro was so, so full. His little dick bobbed against his belly with Spy's every thrust and Pyro wriggled in the firm grip, useless. "Are you going to come for me?" Spy hissed in his ear. Pyro realized he was whispering Spy's title, over and over, as if mere chanting would save them. "Sweet boy." Pyro pushed back, urged the Spy on with his movements and pleading. The BLU shook hard in those loving arms, cried pathetically as he came much too abruptly. The RED Spy chuckled cruelly, but did not pause his tempo. "Mon bon garçon." Pyro sagged against the tires, inhaled dust and accidentally smeared grease over his face as the Spy began to lose rhythm. The RED's thin fingers dug hard into his skin and the Frenchman came with a wretched gasp. Pyro could feel the warm fluid inside of him, groaned as he was finally released, winced as the Spy's semen trickled out of his sore hole. "Please." He whispered to the silence. The Spy was still invisible and, to be honest, Pyro had no idea if the RED was still around or not. "Please, no more." "You seemed to enjoy it." the emptiness whispered back. The Spy laughed, shimmered into existence with a scarlet flicker. He held Pyro's boxers in one hand, used it to wipe his cock before he tossed the garment to the floor. He disappeared again, with no indication of where he might have gone, and Pyro waited. Pyro clung to the tires still, waiting, listening. There was no sound besides that of the gentle breeze and a bird in the distance. He counted to five hundred before he finally relaxed even a slight. Numbly, the BLU dressed himself and stood, bare face to the wind. He hadn't even realized that he was crying. The BLU swallowed thickly and headed back to base.
while i don't want to imply that the subject itself is in any way good, that last one was superb in a sick way, and i wanted to let you know.
What a shame it wasn't Sniper... Anyway, Pyro worked well too. Thank you for making him a male.
Wonderful! Thank you for sharing these.
Scout is addicted to masturbation and keeps having to stop what he's doing and jerk off in the nearest corner. Until it gets to be too much and he can't stop himself from doing it in front of everyone.
aw man 44 has the right idea
(sorry for my english, its not my first language) It a VERY long request (its more of a personal vent TBH) So,I would really REALLY like to see a SniperxMedic story that I had in my head for a while. With multiple teams, ones normal and one full of psico freaks. I had an idea (but I'm so bad at writing...) where, in the normal team, there are 2 medics: one sadic and more "meet the medic" stiles, and one gentler. The gentler one is in some kind of relationship with the sniper (just a start like in http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600084408) but he get assigned to the freak team (they miss a medic because he decided to kill the previous soldier and take his place). Now, thing start getting pretty much fucked up because, the freak group is composed by 3 old nazi that escaped trials by joining the mercs (I thought Pyro, medic/soldier and heavy), a subtle russian spy with no heart, a barely sane engie who keeps up by standing away from the rest of the team during ceased fire and a very dark and Psicopath Sniper (CBS whould be the best for this part). Gentle medic (I called him Joseph but if someone would ever think about writing this thing, can call him whatever he want) is cornered fro the begin by the nazi group but he's able to avoid them for some time (at some point they catch him and mark a svastica with a burning iron in his chest). Meanwhile, (before the marking) he got friend with the sniper, who misunderstood all the gentle care of the medic for something different. After the marking event, the sniper told him to hide in his van. (I imagined this particular sniper like some kind of villain for and old horror movie, the kind of bad guy always two feet in front of you and basically unkillable)He goes to the trio and beat the shit out of them, telling them to not touch "his" medic again unless they want to keep their organs inside. When the sniper got back to the van, covered in blood, medic is preoccuped and run to him to check for injury. Unfortunatly for him, this only make the brutal sniper believe in his personal, crazy world where the medic is his and only his to care and love. When the medic tried to refuse Sniper's advances, the assassin reply something like "dont worry luv, I will show ya how much I love ya. Then you will understand and love me back" theeeen, he proceed to assault and rape the medic. NOTICE, that the sniper never really "hurt" medic (in his head, he is loving him, and he will never hit him). He trap him inside his van, sleeping with him every night and tying him at the begin to not let him harm himself; and no matter how much medic screamed, no one will ever help him (they fear sniper) After month of this routine, in which the sniper keep him recluse and raped him constantly, declaring his love every single time (cuddling him and telling sweet thing, because in his sich psychopath mind, medic is his lover and he HAVE to remind him and protect him), medic get accustomed to it (something like in http://www.y-gallery.net/view/690767/), to the point when, one day, Sniper leave the door of the van unlocked, and medic do not try to escape. He just sit there and wait for sniper return to greet him. (and at this point I'm already feeling bad for him but my mind cant stop) The freak squad was one of the best (they are brutally efficient and more than often, find a way to kill forever the others team's members) and the absence of the new medic is something not felt (to justify why no ones complains for the lack of the medic..) Happy that the medic loves him to, the sniper let him free to go (the medic will always go back to the van after every match and will be at sniper's side at ceased fire). MEANWHILE! the engeneer is sick of the situation (one time that medic actually managed to escape and went to him to ask help, he just closed the door of the workshop in his face, to afraid of the sniper) and seeing the new medic with the sniper only make him angrier with himself, so he find a way to get assigned elsewhere. UNFORTUNATLY, in the rush to not be discovered, he transfered the entire team.. and just to be more and more lucky (maybe, I dunno?) the normal team get assigned and merged with the psico team in a new area where the red (I prefer red but they can be also blu) had accumulated a lot of defeat. (short, they're loosing territories so they thought of merging two good teams and get them back). When the two teams meet, the norm mercs are happy to have their old gentle medic back (the sadic medic was getting to sassy with the autopsy days..) but there something wrong with him... (at the begin, the normal sniper and gentle medic were keeping in touch by phone.. till the psycho sniper kidnapped him) There where my mind stopped working and simply spat out a tons of possible endings, but I would like something where: 1) engeneer, out of sense of guilty, tell the normal team what their medic had to endure (he also says that, with medic, brutalsniper seems calmer and saner, and he is scared of what it will happen...), 2)normal soldier put together a plan to kill the nazis, 3)sniper and spy (cause spy the sassy friend that we all want) try to make gentle medic see reasons, 4)brutal sniper get mad ("they're tring to steal your angel") and murder all the psycho teams (he broke the respaw sistem), 5)the normal team find a way to kill brutal sniper at last, and gentle medic cry for him (maybe he cuddle him while he's dying?), 6)eventually, cause I'm not a so bad persone after all, medic can get over it an be loved by the good sniper?
Engie/(male)Pyro? With Pyro being the more forward of the two?