Hi guys, newfag signing up for serious business! Long-time lurker here wants to contribute something to the chan, and since my handful of proper fic ideas are turning out to be very long and complicated, requiring lots of research (oddest Google search history in history), and keep stalling and writer's-blocking me, the kind people in the chat suggested drabbling as a way to loosen up and just have fun with some rough and dirty writing. So. A drabble request thread, from me to you. I hope this will meet with the chan's approval. Here's how this works: I. You provide the prompt: I'll need: 1. A pairing/moresome. Exclamation-mark!characters are welcome, so feel free to add a twist if you want. 2. A word/kink/concept. Can be anything you'd like to see in a short!fic. There are a few kinks I don't do (I'll let you know if they crop up) - but then there are some kinks I do very well, so take a chance. II. I'll write a drabble, a short piece of fiction between 100 and 1000 words, based on your prompt. Bring it on.
Bring it on? Okay, I'll throw you in the deep end. Sniper, self mutilation (of any body part, arm, leg, whatever, for whatever reason).
Heavy and Engineer doctor it up.
Scout topping Soldier, please.
Engie politely topping a nervous Medic, patiently and carefully guiding him. Because he's a goddamn gentleman.
Hell, you know what I've always wanted? Some goddamn Sniper/Scoutma. Or Medic/Scoutma. 'Tis a simple request.
Engie/Scout sexytimes with the gunslinger
>>5 Well that prompt got me going. How did I not already know that this is something I want to see? Hell yeah.
Scout abused by administrator.
>>8 It was surprise porn you didn't know you wanted until you had it?
Mating ritual of the Tentaspies. God I don't even know what my brain is doing right now.
>>11 Out of curiosity, would that be two Tentaspies mating with one another, or some kind of Tentaspy mating with a human? Would the gender of either even matter? Your brain is so seriously messing with my brain right now. I'm going to be pondering this shit for the rest of the night.
>>12 Whatever you want it to be, baby. *ka-wink* Original thought was of two Tentaspies, but I can definitely see Tenta/Human workin'. Pheromones, mating dance, mating calls. Whole nine yards. Would LOVE to see it, no matter how it's done. Sorry about your brain, but misery loves chaos, and chaos loves company.
Creeper!medic and scout, for a kink idea: begging.
Sordier raping sniper. A rapist like painis cupcake without canniballism.
Spy/Sniper. For the kink: bondage and tickle torture. No one ever tries this.
Wow, you guys are awesome! I love these prompts. Some of them are twisting my head all the wrong way round trying to figure out how to pull them off, but I'll see what I can do. I don't do silly very well, though; if you prompted for silliness, expect dark, dark, angsty fic instead. Sorry. Also, I can't promise all of the drabbles will be straight up porn; Medic lives in my headspace and faps to Pernkopf's Atlas der Anatomie des Menschen, so please stop me when my stuff starts sounding like something out of British Medical Journal. Additional prompts are still welcome; I'm trying to complete them in a somewhat chronological order, but if something catches my eye I'll jump on that. This is for fun, after all! And speaking of, since I had a couple of hours off between lectures today and wanted a quick messy piece with no need for research, I took a prompt and pretended I could do with it whatever I liked (sorry, anon). So. Have some random pharmacology porn! (Q: How do you make Scout beg for it? A: Make him addicted to it. Easy!) ----- 14 Creeper!medic and scout, for a kink idea: begging. "Uh, doc?" The words were soft, little more than hoarse whispers, but in the night-time quiet of the empty infirmary Medic heard them clearly enough; in truth, had been expecting them and prepared accordingly, a blood-tipped syringe still nestled between three fingers as he pressed a wad of cotton to the crook of his elbow. Scout stood at the door, eyes narrowed against the sharp light reflected off spotless white-glazed tiles and gleaming metal surfaces. He was shivering, Medic noticed, pale and hollow-eyed under the glare of the surgical lamps. "Ja, Scout?" Rolling down his sleeve, Medic flicked the used needle into a yellow sharps container. The infirmary door was heavy, thick bullet-resistant metal layered over a hardwood core, and it made him smile to see how the young man was clinging to it for support, one hand white-fisted from the effort of gripping the handle, the other hand squeezing the first to keep it from slipping, too weak to hold on by itself. It had been a week since Scout's last late-night visit and they were both feeling the craving. "Doc." Scout swallowed and coughed, mouth dry. "Doc, fuck, I need it. Please, I need it." "Of course." Medic tested the nearest gurney, toeing the wheel-locks before taking a seat on the edge of the thin mattress. Scout was unsteady, legs weak and wobbly as he approached, and Medic wondered if the realisation that he was shaking too badly to run had been the last little push that had finally made him succumb this time. Stumbling, Scout caught himself against Medic's arm, and the doctor supported him carefully, keeping a gentle guiding hand on his shoulder as he crouched awkwardly in front of the older man, trembling fingers fumbling desperately with the doctor's belt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scout cursed, almost crying, gnawed nails slipping ineffectively on the burnished brass buckle. "Please. Please!" It was a whimpered plea, raw with despair and desperate need. Taking pity on him, Medic undid the belt himself, unzipping his pants with Scout's hot breath washing over his fingers, lips and tongue already wet against the back of his hand before he'd even freed his stiffening cock. Scout engulfed it gratefully, eyes slipping closed in relief as his mouth worked, hands gripping Medic's thighs almost hard enough to bruise as Medic's hand came around to cradle the back of his head. Medic reflected idly, to the sound of Scout's wet slurping, that his opposite on the other team really didn't understand the finer subtleties of medicine at all. Hacking and slashing in sadistic glee had its high points, as any anatomical aficionado could readily appreciate, but the true art was in subtle pharmacological manipulation, making them want it, crave it, even as they hated it. He wondered if Scout had realised his duplicity by now, or if the young man actually believed himself a homosexual desperate for another man's penis inside his body, another man's semen in his mouth. Had he gone to other teammates, weak from withdrawal, and left with nothing but a foul aftertaste on his tongue? Did he think he was in love with Medic, craving his cock, sucking him off with such unrestrained single-mindedness out of genuine affection? Medic chuckled, feeling a little lightheaded from the injection and Scout's tongue on his testicles, a giddy buzz making his palms tingle and cock throb, but the effect was subdued, muted, a fraction of the drug's full potential. A quirk of nature, a random mutation, had left him immune to the opioid's effect, a slow metaboliser incapable of transforming the potent prodrug into its psychoactive form. Dosages that would have killed any other man barely numbed him, bypassing renal clearance completely to accumulate in his blood, excreted unaltered through sweat and spit and seminal fluids. The first time he'd had to anaesthetise and secure the Scout, heavy padded-leather straps tying down his wrists and ankles, compressing his abdomen. Scout had cursed, spit, kicked, snapped his teeth like a rabid animal, called him sick and perverted and fucker and then just yelled at the top of his lungs as Medic matter-of-factly masturbated himself to completion, inserted a metal spatula between Scout's teeth, and pressed his cum-stained fingers underneath the young man's tongue. Scout had retched from the taste and the knowledge of the source, shaking wildly in his restrains, but Medic had wedged a digit on each side of his lingual frenulum and the thumb in the soft spot under his jaw and held on tightly until Scout's movements had slowed, pupils dilating and rolling back in his head as the semen-borne substance entered his bloodstream. With no genetic safeguard against the compound, Scout had spent the happiest hour of his life strapped down on that gurney, crying from bliss with Medic's cum in his mouth, and then come crashing down into a hell of pain, shakes, explosive vomiting that left him screaming in agony, until Medic had caressed his cheek, gently freed his limbs and wiped the thick robes of spit and snot from his chin, and asked, with a soft smile, "Again?" And Scout had reached out with shaking hands, face contorted in disgust, and whispered, "please!". He had learned fast, Medic had to admire that. How to make it good and draw it out to maximise the quantity of ejaculate, how to pool the hot cum in his mouth afterwards, absorbing its content of chemicals sublingually before swallowing. Eventually, though, that hadn't been enough, habituation dulling the rush, and he'd started begging for more. "Please." Scout's vocabulary seemed diminished to this single word, murmured throatily around Medic's cock. The precum had stopped him shaking uncontrollably, taken the edge off, and he slowed, making Medic buck against his face reflexively before controlling himself. "Ja, Scout?" Medic's voice was thick with desire, his breath coming in harsh gasps, and he knew he was fraying, losing control, but it twisted something inside him so pleasurably to hear Scout begging for this, begging for him, like he would die if Medic denied him. Possibly, he would. "Please," Scout croaked, revulsion and desperation straining his voice, "I need it. Please, I need it. Up my ass. I need you-" Medic helped him stand and undo his belt, sliding back on the gurney to make room for Scout's knees on either side of his hips. Scout kicked off his shoes and pants gracelessly, the cool air in the infirmary making his skin pimple with goosebumps. Scout wanted this, Scout begged for this; Medic handed him the thin metallic tube with medical lubricant so he could watch as Scout applied it messily, hurriedly, avoiding the older man's gaze as he climbed up and then sank down on his cock with a soft hiss of discomfort. Scout fucked desperately, with no real grace or finesse. His goal was to get Medic off as fast as possible, bouncing on his lap, clenching his muscles around the painfully hard intrusion. They both knew there was no pleasure in it for him, only an eventual dulling of the ache as his body adapted to the short, sharp thrusts. Medic held him, balanced him, fucked him while Scout begged ceaselessly, please, please, please, for this to be over, for the hurt to stop and the rush of Medic's orgasm to flood his system with the burning pleasure of the drug. Sublingual administration was insufficient, Medic knew and Scout had learned; he craved the maximum effect of the drug on his system, the full elimination of first-pass metabolism granted only by rectal supposition, and Medic bit back a sharp cry as he came powerfully inside Scout's lithe, tight body, arms wrapped around him securely, holding him close. "F-fucking finally." Scout moaned, and slumped in his arms. ----- Okay, technically this is a bit longer than a true drabble, but I'm off to my evening classes now, so enjoy as is. I hope the quality is acceptable for the chan (please don't hurt me)! More to come!
Oh dear gods... this is sincerely wonderful. Everything about it, from the deliberate depravity to the clinical exactitude, turns me on. Sound as much like The Lancet as you wish. Your sentence structure, plot pacing, and word choice are impeccable, and I look forward to reading as much more as you care to write.
You are my new favourite person in the world. I bow to you, mighty author, and anxiously await more.
Medic lives in my headspace and faps to Pernkopf's Atlas der Anatomie des Menschen, so please stop me when my stuff starts sounding like something out of British Medical Journal. Please. Don't. Stop. Ever.
>>17 Oh yes. Oh my God yes. It was so precise, and so well written! Medic, that sly dog. He knows how to get what he wants. I have a prompt, if you don't have enough already. I've always wanted a story where Engineer wants to develop more prosthetic limb technology. However, he's not prepared to chop off another of his own, so he colludes with Medic to find another teammate and amputate their legs. I just have thing for the helplessness of an amputee. I always thought Scout would be a good choice because he's young and resilient, but it could be anyone really.
I'm the person who put in the prompt and that was perfect. Thank you.
>>17 That was everything I love about Medic and more. I'm going to make myself comfy in this thread and I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon.
>>21 Hot damn, seconded so very hard, like you wouldn't believe, ESPECIALLY with Scout.
>>17 Oh my god that was amazing I'm so glad I came into this thread.
>>17 I'd like to see Scout try and quit this cold turkey, Trainspotting style.
Does this count as a prompt?: Spy and Sniper are messing around when Sniper kukiris the Spy's dick off. Medic has to perform surgery, but misinterprets the situation, and performs the wrong surgery...
>>17 Hell I'd like to see Scout get revenge somehow, intentionally or not. Have a sudden seizure and get lock jaw or something in the middle of it. captcha: tubird. Small species of songbird found around Tufort.
>>17 If anything, I'd like to more from Scout's perspective. Psychological as fuck. Also, if I may make a request, I'd like to see some hurt/comfort. Is it me, or is the TF2 fandom strangely devoid of h/c?
>>29 Heh there's plenty of hurt, not so much comfort. I would like to see it too really
>>30 Same. I mean, it's a war zone, after all. Someone's gotta be hurting, emotionally, somewhere.
I'd love some Heavy/Scout sizekink. (If you'd rather not use Scout, Engineer, Sniper, or Spy would be okay by me.)
Wow, you guys are great. I'm so glad you liked my first foray into TF2 smut! I was very nervous about posting here, since I didn't know if my writing would be up to par, so all your encouraging comments really made my day. Thank you for letting me know I'm not a total failfag (yet)! As for your awesome prompts, I do hope I can write something worthy of them. I have the world's most jumbled fic-writing process, working on several pieces at the same time as fancy takes me, so here's a quick list of drabbles in various states of completion currently kicking about on my hard drive. I can't tell you when they'll be done, only that I'm working on them; please be patient with me, I'll get there eventually! A tentative, subject-to-change-at-my-whim list of in-progress drabbles/short!fics in no particular order: Addiction Series: Ooooh yes. I intended >>17 to be an experimental oneshot piece to test the drabble format (and my writing skills), but your wonderful comments and additional suggestions made me very happy, so as per your requests (and because medical!kinks practically write themselves), there will be sequels. Part 2: Scout/Medic, needle!kink. I feel pretty bad for Scout and want to make it up to him. Medic has some weaknesses of his own and I think Scout will relish the chance to make him beg for once... Part 3: Medic/Scout, cold turkeying. This will not be pretty. Depending on how this turns out, I might be open for additional prompts for the series once these parts are completed. Oneshots (and a single twoshot): >>5 Engie/nervous!Medic. This makes me feel all warm and fluffy inside - well done, anon! >>7 Scout/Engie, Gunslinger!kink. I switched the pairing around; I hope this is okay with anon? Scout is pushy as hell when he wants something. >>13 Scout/virgin!Tentaspy. Holy role reversal, Batman! I might also do a Tentaspy/Tentaspy piece at some point to fulfil your original prompt, but this post made me realise how much I need to see Tentaspy being courted by seductive!Scout with a biology textbook and having no fucking clue what's going on, all "oh mon dieu, why am I being turned on by zhis?!". >>21 >>24 Engie/Medic/Scout, amputation!kink. Did you know there's a genitofemoral nerve? It innervates the leg and the penis. Clearly this anatomical plot-device is God's way of telling us there should be more amputee afanfic. >>2 >>16 Sniper, self-mutilation, with a sequel of Spy/Sniper, bondage and tickle-torture, if I can make it work. Sniper needs to learn that knives aren't all that. Ideas that I'm tumbling with and might kick into shape when I feel like it (but don't hold your breath): PTSD!Medic/PTSD!Scout, hurt/comfort. This is one of the long and complicated ideas mentioned in my first post, but since you're asking for some serious hurt/comfort I just might have to do something about it eventually. This will be angsty as fuck. Engie/Soldier, psychiatry!kink. Because I'm in an abusive relationship with the DSM-II. Prompts that haven't been mentioned here are currently under analysis in the Stephen King-esque horror factory that is my brain, being dissected for angles of approach that'll tickle my fancy. Additional prompts are always welcome! Also, >>4 Scout/Soldier awkward!sex coming right up!
I cant wait for the drabbles
>>33 I am excite.
Oh god, I can't wait for these...!
I really dig your voice. Eagerly awaiting whatever you throw down next, Cyan.
You have a throng of people, dying to see what you come up with. I am part of this throng. Also, thong. Heheh. Seriously though, keep this up.
>>38 Not just a throng - a heaving mass. I've just dipped this rag on a stick in lighter fluid and if you don't deliver I'm not afraid to light it.
I don't know why I first decided to peek into the adult fanfic section. Not really interested in reading about sex or guru or anything and almost nothing turns me on period. But it's like a fucking train wreck. I don't wanna look but I do. It's morbidly fascinating, even if I do skim over certain parts. I like the way you write and plan to read the rest, even if they do creep me out!
>>40 I think everyone is like that the first time we read adult fanfiction, I know I was. But now I find it enjoyable
>>40 People who aren't into hardcore violent gay porn. What's up with them?
Pfft. Boy, have you been missing out.
>>40 Story of my life, bro. Just wait until you're like "Now I kinda want to write something...."
>>44 Hah not likely, I don't write. I'll edit but I don't write. Also, I'm a sis, not a bro hehe.
>>45 I call everyone bro because my mannerisms are retarded. I actually assume most people here are female.
>>40 I find it's often easier writing adult fanfiction than ordinary fanfiction because the plot is usually fairly straightforward and the setup much simpler. The challenge is in coaxing (sometimes with a crowbar) characters that are canonically strictly situational!homosexual (because there's no such thing as a totally straight person, amirite?) or hiding it (with varying degrees of success) into situations that lead naturally to them having hot gay sex without breaking their characterisations too much doing so. Once I've found a good angle, writing normally comes easily. As for guro, my interest tends towards the clinical aspect rather than the sexual; like Medic, when I see something painfully twisted I just have to poke it (usually with a scalpel, to see if it'll bleed). To me, the repulsion is part of the attraction; if I'm not a little freaked out writing/reading guro, it's not guro enough. Anyway, as promised, here's another piece. It's pretty tame, I guess, unless your kinks are Scout not having a fucking clue and overly detailed descriptions of living-room furniture, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. 4 Scout topping Soldier, please. There was an old television set at 2fort. It stood abandoned in a dusty corner when they arrived at base, and no one knew who might have put it there. A rickety wooden cabinet with a tiny inset screen, brown tobacco-spit lacquer melted and re-congealed in sticky patches where Pyro once got too close, it was ancient and beat-up, unworthy of the place of honour Scout had cleared for it in front of the couch. When Scout had plagued Engineer to fix it so he could watch his games, Engineer had thumped it once with his wrench and declared it a lost cause. Scout, whose family had never owned a TV of their own, set it up anyway. The picture was finicky at best, frizzling so the Red Sox were more often than not playing through an unseasonal snowstorm, and the sound reception was poor, never louder than a staticky murmur like people talking two rooms over. They always kept it muted, making up the onscreen conversations themselves during movie nights until Scout was wiping away tears of laughter from Heavy and Medic's spirited narration of Wuthering Heights. At this time of the evening, though, it was all old newscast reruns, so Scout was surprised to find Soldier slumped in the couch. With his helmet pushed low over his eyes, Scout wondered if he was even paying attention or if he felt compelled to sit there out of a misplaced sense of patriotic duty, because watching TV was the American thing to do even when there was nothing interesting on. Especially when there was nothing interesting on. The flickering greyscale illumination made him look old, somehow, like a bleached-out photograph from an earlier, better time. Carefully balancing his can of soda, Scout swung himself over the backrest and thumped down into the patchy old sofa, another abandoned heirloom hastily mended and returned to service. "Hey Solly!" Soldier didn't look up at the sound of that hated nickname and Scout didn't really know what else to say. He and Soldier never talked, only yelled at each other at the top of their voices whenever they were in the same room for more than five minutes, but it didn't feel right leaving Soldier by himself like this with just the TV for company. He settled for watching the TV half-heartedly too, sipping his Bonk! slowly to cover the awkward silence. Soldier had turned the channel to a political broadcast, some stock-photo campaign rally with a stiffly smiling man in a two-piece suit and water-combed hair addressing his host of banner-waving supporters. The sound was off, as always, and Scout had never paid much attention to politics, but he thought he could recognise the speaker even so. Having finished his soda and pitched the empty can into the trash on the second try, Soldier still not paying him any attention, Scout was left feeling increasingly uncomfortable just sitting there bouncing his legs nervously. He decided to try a safe topic and nodded casually at the screen. "Yeah, so I heard he'll be runnin' for the election?" Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say. "TRAITOR! THERE IS NO HONOUR IN PEACE!" "Ma says she'll vote for him." Ignoring the apparent non sequitur, Scout stayed undauntedly committed to the conversation subject, forging on for lack of a better course of action. "She says he's promised to end the draft, and that's somethin' at least - fuck, what?!" He'd caught the small movement out of the corner of his eye, but even without looking he'd have sensed the stare. Soldier wasn't watching the TV anymore, Soldier was watching him, and Scout got the distinct feeling that Soldier wasn't very fucking impressed with what he was seeing. "AND WHY AREN'T YOU DOING YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY, MAGGOT?!" Fucking hell, not this again. "What the fuck're you talkin' about, Solly?" But he already knew, of course. Soldier's hand shot out, closing a fist around his dog tags before Scout could think to move out of the way. He held them up before Scout's face, rattling them together to underscore his point like Scout was some kind of idiot. "MANDATORY MILITARY SERVICE, MAGGOT!" "Fuck that!" Scout scowled at the implied insult. "I ain't going. Can't drink, can't vote, but I'm old enough to die in a fuckin' jungle somewhere cuz some old guy in a suit that costs more than my ma earns in a month says it's my duty? Fuck that shit!" Soldier continued to remain stubbornly unconvinced by the obvious logic of this argumentation, as he had all the other times before. "IT IS A FEDERAL OFFENSE TO EVADE CONSCRIPTION!" "I'm not evadin', I'm avoidin'! That's a legally significant distinction!" And he'd got his older brother Billy to explain that pretty damn carefully too, going over the confusing parts again and again until Scout was certain he knew all the right words and could ape them back correctly at anyone in uniform. They'd had this argument before, Soldier unrelenting and Scout unrepentant, and it usually ended with Scout flailing in a headlock. Wanting to get the upper hand for once, with no one else present to overhear, Scout flashed Soldier a toothy grin and finally let him in on the secret. "I told the recruiters I was a fag, that got them off my case pretty fuckin' quick." Soldier had been about to add another deafening counter but was abruptly speechless, and the clack of teeth as his jaw snapped shut in shock felt pretty damn gratifying to Scout. His smug satisfaction only lasted a moment, though. Soldier cocked his head slowly, then leaned forward like he was studying a particularly puzzling weapons-assembly manual, looking hard at Scout, through Scout, even though the rim of the helmet was in the way. It made Scout fidget nervously again to have him that close and so quietly, uncharacteristically intense. He looked down, unable to meet where he thought Soldier's eyes were located under the helmet, and suddenly felt very stupid even though he didn't know why. "YOU." Soldier barked suddenly, making Scout jump. "ARE NOT. A HOMOSEXUAL!" His fingers were still tangled in Scout's dog tags and one of them was jabbing him hard in the chest with each couple of words, fingertip tapping the punctuation against his sternum. How could he be so sure? Scout bristled, furious and frightened at being caught out by fucking Soldier, tendrils of apprehension curling coldly in his gut at the implicit threat of five years in federal prison. "Fuck you, you don't know that! I totally could be!" But he could tell Soldier wasn't buying it, and if he couldn't fool Soldier, he couldn't fool anyone. Soldier was right in his face, close enough that the steel edge of the helmet pressed painfully into the bridge of his nose and Scout could feel hot humid air as Soldier exhaled. He didn't move, though, refusing to back down from this confrontation, to give up and leave the team with no payment and a one-way ticket to either hell in prison or hell on earth. He knew what was coming, heard Soldier draw in a breath for that last deluded, victorious rant to be delivered right in his face like a manic drill sergeant, and he braced himself and swore he wouldn't start fucking crying like the fag he was pretty sure he wasn't. It was almost as if Soldier hesitated for a second then, holding back his breath like he wasn't really savouring his success but suddenly realising that winning this argument meant losing Scout, only he wasn't because he had to be fucking ecstatic to finally get rid of the loud-mouthed waste-of-space pain-in-the-ass he'd spent the past five months yelling at every waking second. Scout clenched his teeth and wished Soldier would just get on with it already. Jabbing his chest again, hard enough to rock him back, Soldier did. And it was totally not what Scout was expecting him to say. "PROVE IT, MAGGOT!" He knew he hadn't heard that right. "What the fuck?" Shock made him yield as Soldier suddenly pulled him forward by his dog tags, the ball chain biting painfully into the soft back of his neck until he had no choice but to follow. He ended up landing on top of Soldier, both of them sprawled across the couch in an ungainly tangle of arms and legs, Scout flailing in alarm and Soldier holding on tightly to the tags, almost choking Scout, as his other hand came up under Scout's shirt. "What the fuck?!" This couldn't be fucking happening, had Soldier lost his fucking mind? And then Soldier let go of the dog tags and lifted his hand away. Scout knew Soldier would beat him in a fight; he'd been roughed up often enough, held down struggling and cursing while Soldier screamed army teachings in his face, made to run laps and do push-ups until his breathing became ragged with exhaustion and Soldier wasn't even breaking a sweat keeping up with him, and he was unsure if this was another of Soldier's tricks or if he should escape now that Soldier wasn't restraining him anymore. And then he saw Soldier's expression under the helmet as he said again, "PROVE IT," and Scout knew a fucking dare when he heard one. "Fuck you," he spit at Soldier and bucked his hip a little against Soldier's stomach to show that he wasn't afraid of any fucking dare and that he could totally be a fag if it kept him out of an army uniform, and when Soldier's expression didn't change in the slightest and Scout got the feeling the joke was on him, he did it again, grinding down harder. "YOU ARE PATHETIC, PRIVATE!" Soldier informed him, but there was an odd twinge in his voice, and then his hands were back on Scout, under his clothes, sliding smoothly against his skin. The calloused fingertips explored the dips and valleys across his toned stomach and tickled the strands of curly dark hair, and Scout felt like he couldn't breathe, even though Soldier wasn't constricting the dog tag chain around his throat anymore, when the fingers dipped lower, brushing the inside of his waistband and then brushing his cock. This was a pretty fucking weird dare, but Scout wasn't about to back down and let Soldier send him off to the real army, and Soldier's hand around his cock wasn't as bad as he'd have imagined, squeezing just right to make it feel kind of really good. He heard the sound of a zipper and felt cool air on his skin where Soldier tugged down his pants a little, and then Soldier shifted his hips and there was another tiny zipper-sound, and Scout looked away so he wouldn't have to see that it wasn't just Soldier's fingers sliding against his cock anymore. "I fuckin' told you I could be," he ground out at Soldier instead. Soldier didn't reply; one of his hands was curled around their cocks, pumping, already slick with sweat and precum, the other had slipped out of sight, pushing down his fatigue pants from behind. Scout closed his eyes and really didn't want to think about the implications of that while he was bucking into Soldier's firm grip. He didn't think Soldier had intended for this to happen when he'd started their argument or even when he'd made his dare, had actually wanted Scout to get this close and see him vulnerable like this - or maybe he had wanted it, in a secret, shameful way he'd never let on; Scout suddenly realised with a rush of relief that while Soldier knew his damning secret, he knew Soldier's too now, and the threat of mutually assured destruction would prevent Soldier from making good on his promise to ship Scout off to a warzone where people died for real. Soldier seemed like he was pretty fucking into this too. He still wore his helmet, so it was hard for Scout to tell, but each exhalation he made ended in a small throaty sound that probably wasn't from pain. Scout was just beginning to feel that he could be okay with this too, lying across Soldier and having his cock cradled in that warm palm, bucking against Soldier's slick length, when Soldier twisted his body without warning, rolling onto his side in a way that caused Scout to slide halfway down behind him, squeezed between Soldier's back and the backrest of the couch. He groaned at the loss of Soldier's hand around his cock, and it wasn't a very comfortable position on his side behind Soldier, closed in by his massive body. "Hey-!" Soldier's fatigue pants were halfway down his thighs, and bending his knee to hook one heavy boot heel around Scout's legs caused Scout's cock to rub across the bared skin of his ass in a way that was about as subtly suggestive as a bat to the head. Scout tried to shift away, comprehension dawning; pretending to be queer to dodge the draft was one thing, but he was pretty sure he hadn't signed up for this. "Uh, Solly-?" Ignoring his weak sounds of protest, Soldier reached back to grab his shoulder, and as Scout was dragged forward their bodies met just right, the firm pressure against the tip of Scout's cock giving way to a warm tight slickness all around that made Scout's mouth fall open and his eyes flutter shut. He pushed his hips up, continuing the motion by himself, until he was all the way in and Soldier's hand was no longer guiding him but bunching up Scout's shirt in a fist and Soldier's breath was coming in short hard gasps like he couldn't breathe properly with Scout's weight pressed so tightly against his body. "Oh fuck-" Scout didn't know what to do next. He really wished he could see the expression on Soldier's face, but it was turned away from him and covered by a large hand holding on to the helmet, jamming it down hard across Soldier's eyes. He was at a loss, wishing he could ask if he was doing this right, if he was doing something wrong, but all that came out was a choked whine. "Prove it." Soldier said again, and this time it didn't sound like his voice at all, just a low scratchy groan, less like an order and more like please. Scout moved because he had to do something, pulling out and then sliding back in because he couldn't help himself, and both of them moaned at the sensation, Scout drawing out a breathless oh fuuuuuck and Soldier biting down on a sound Scout had never heard someone else make before, had never in his craziest fantasies imagined Soldier capable of making. So he did it again, and it was just as wonderful the second time, and by the third thrust they were finding a rhythm, Scout gripping Soldier's uniform webbing to pull himself into the other man again and again. It was horribly disgusting and perverted and perfect in a way Scout had never imagined. He knew he was babbling like a total fucking idiot and he just couldn't care less. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yes. Oh fuckin' yes." He was already there, right at the edge, like he was about to die and go to heaven only in reverse order, and he knew he really better hope to die or Soldier would fucking kill him for this. He moaned against Soldier's back, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of his sweat with each ragged gasp, imagining he could hear Soldier's quiet sounds of pleasure under the rhythmic squealing of abused sofa springs. Soldier, perhaps sensing Scout couldn't last, freed his hand from Scout's shirt to fist it around his own jutting cock, pumping furiously in double time to Scout's thrusts. One, two, three final, hard jerks, and he was clenching around Scout, a strangled grunt escaping him that sounded almost like Scout's name only Soldier didn't ever call him 'Scout' to his face so it couldn't be. Scout whined at the feeling, pushed himself deep inside Soldier, and came as well, straining against Soldier's broad back. He might have been screaming Soldier's name but he couldn't tell over the rolling machine-gun roar of his own heartbeat. He did hear the small panting sobs afterwards, as he lay limp and spent against Soldier's warm body, and felt his face flush burning hot with embarrassment. It was very suddenly very quiet, the hard staccato rasps of their synchronised breathing the only noise in the room and beyond, and Scout wondered with pangs of rising panic if the whole fucking base had just heard him fucking Soldier. "Ooooh shit," he groaned, which seemed to be the only truly adequate response. Soldier apparently agreed, or maybe he suddenly remembered who he was and who Scout was and that this had been a fucking huge mistake and should never, ever have happened. He pushed Scout off roughly and got up in one swift movement, pulling up his pants before he was even complete out of the couch. For a moment they were staring wide-eyed at each other, Soldier standing at the door with his drooping fatigues clutched tightly, Scout sprawled across the couch with his cock still hanging out like a total fucking idiot, both of them for once at an utter loss for words. Scout didn't know what to do, sensing in Soldier a raw emotional wound suddenly exposed and bleeding. It occurred to him that, while Soldier couldn't send him off now, he could still resign himself, leaving 2fort and Scout behind, and he really didn't want that, had never really wanted that. It was a sobering, frightening thought. He felt the moment stretch between them, knew they were balancing on the edge of something huge and horrible, this brittle breathless second about to burst and plunge them into a yawning chasm of don't fucking go there. He had to say something clever to save this, something not stupefyingly moronic, not huh or fuck or I didn't know or even, God forbid, thank you, which was all his brain was throwing him as he grabbled desperately for a lifeline. Then, just as he thought the whole thing would come crashing down, destroying them, Soldier broke the agonising silence, jabbed a finger at him in warning and almost managed to prevent his hand from shaking, almost succeeded in keeping his voice steady too, which Scout thought was pretty damn impressive given the circumstances. "I'M STILL ON TO YOU, DESERTER!" He barked sharply, sounding almost just like himself, and then he was gone, door slamming in the wake of his retreat. Scout stayed sprawled on the couch, heart pounding. He wasn't sure if he was about to laugh or cry or maybe both all at once. He carefully tucked himself back into his pants, wincing as the ball-chain of his dog tags rolled with each movement against the tender red line around the back of his neck, and tried very hard not to think about anything that had happened in the last twenty minutes. The TV was still on, casting its silently flickering shadows across the room. His eyes caught the familiar figure on the screen, earnest election promises repeated often enough by his ma to stick, and he groaned, slapping a hand across his face and then the other one too as if that would help. "Fuck youth suffrage, Dick," he told the man, as if he could hear, through fingers that still smelled of sweat and sex and testosterone, "what I really fuckin' need is a huge fuckin' drink!" On the TV, Presidential Candidate R.M. Nixon smiled and waved to his audience. ----- I am quickly coming to realise that I suck at drabbling. WHAT IS THIS 1000 WORD LIMIT I DON'T EVEN. But I'm having fun and I hope you are too. This piece might be a little boring following my first, but then it can't all be Medic. Hopefully anon enjoyed it, at least. Also, I'm pretty sure the TV is established fanon; it was already there in my headspace when I moved my characters in, dusty and forgotten just like in the fic. We're just borrowing it and will leave it for the next residents too. Thanks for reading! Captcha: Disuck. Aaaoow, I'll do better next time, chan, I promise!
| characters that are canonically strictly situational!homosexual Well, canonically most of the characters are of indeterminate sexuality. Spy and Scoutma and maybe Medic are canonically straight.
>>47 Oh god I loved this so hard. Your soldier is perfect soldier. Also, I gotta say you're amazing at creating this intricate plots just from a quick smut request. Super delicious.
>>47 I feel embarrassed that I never before considered why, exactly, Scout isn't in the Army in 1968. This is a wicked good answer to that question. Also, thank you for perverting the Cold War doctrine of MAD (the source of many of my childhood nightmares) to ass-sex. Did me a world of good.
>>47 "Heavy and Medic's spirited narration of Wuthering Heights" Dear god I would pay money to see this. My friends and I do this shit to old movies all the time. Thank you for putting that little bit in there. Gave me a little smile. 'Course I got a bigger smile a little further south from reading this, if ya catch my drift *ka-wink*.
Oh my fucking god, this is delicious! Thanks so much, Cyan!
Welp, you told me to post a request. Uhh, uhhhhh... How about some sizekink? Heavy/Scout or Heavy Engie maybe? :) Damn do I love your shortfics.
I want to see Medic/Sniper where Sniper pops an involuntary boner during a medical exam and Medic decides to roll with it.
>>54 Oh jesus yes. One of my guy friends says this is his absolute worst fear in the world. Not death. Not fire. Not snakes, heights, or ducks watching you. Popping a boner in a medical setting. And I laugh at him so much for it. It's the funniest thing in the world to me. I'd love to see this made into a fic. I've seen some like this done with Scout, but so far none with Sniper.
Thank you all for the nice words, you're great! I appreciate the feedback and am really happy that you like my stuff so far. Makes me want to write a lot more for your guys too. (No fic in this post, sorry, but there's an Engie/Medic coming right up! Medic is so goddamn fun to write.) >>49 Thank you! In general, the looser the prompt, the more freedom I have to play around with the characters and make up a setting and some background story for them, and I have a lot of fun doing that. My favourite prompts are the short ones, 'I want these characters together, make it happen', although I'll take the more specific ones too for the challenge. >>50 Marty, thank you so much for commenting on my ficlets! Your stories are a big part of why I started frequenting this fandom (and this community too), so your words of praise are like soothing balm on my ego and I rub them in all over. I hope I can keep your interest; if you have any medical stuff you'd like to see in every painfully exact clinical detail, let me know and I'll make it happen. Anything for you! >>53 Sure thing! And thank you so much again for making inspirational art, it is gorgeous and I am an absolute artwhore. Any further requests for the setting, or can I just size!kink all over the place? >>54 >>55 Doctors are afraid of this too, y'know. That is, their patients taking an unprofessional interest. It has happened that patients have got off from pelvic exams, and if by a stroke of ill fortune there is a nurse present in the room at the time, you will NEVER EVER live it down, EVER. It will be reflected in your new nickname, pagecode, locker decoration, scratched notes on the charts, during rounds, during procedures, and in the smugly knowing grins of every single fucking nurse in the whole world. If you change hospitals, the old nurses will call the new nurses and inform them, because nurses are evil like that. So rest assured, should it ever happen, NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW! Patient confidentiality is for the fragile egos of doctors too. However, for the purpose of fic? Delicious.
>>56 Mwahahaha, size kink all over the place! Just have fun with it. And you're very welcome.
Spy/Engineer Spanking. Preferably Spy doing the spanking and Engineer taking it. If you do end up writing this, I swear you will become my favorite person.
Sniper/Medic: glasses and clothes switching.
Sniper/Scout. Scout thinks he's all that. Sniper can't stand him, tries to ignore the whelp. Scout hates being ignored by anyone. Sniper outright snaps. Strangle rape ensues.
>>60 [quote]strangle rape[/quote] YES THIS.
>>60 Oh god. Can we throw an erotic-asphyxia kink into the mix? PLEASE?
Somewhat deranged request: Could you do something where the medic wants to make a human centipede, wherein "B" and "C" either fellate or toss the salad of the guy in front of them? Bonus if the A is the Heavy, the B is the Scout, and the C is the Pyro.
Spy/Pyro! Anything is good, but bonus points if you can work in mutual unmasking, pre/post sex spychecking, or class-based paranoia!
Thanks for the new prompts, people! I apologise for not putting anything up yet; I have three almost-finished pieces for you, but a forgotten deadline derailed my drabbling for a few days (real life sucks like that sometimes). Expect something from me really soon, though, and thanks for your patience and awesome prompts! >>60 >>62 Oh god yes. That prompt just about managed to hit all of my kink buttons all at once - fucking brilliant, anon! My biggest problem is I'm having too much fun writing Scout riling up Sniper - this might end up being a long-ish one when I promised you a drabble. Sorry in advance!
>>65 The longer Scout pokes, the angrier Sniper gets. More aggressive strangling, more hateful and merciless rape. Nope. No complaints here.
keeping this on the board
c'mon man! this must live
Bring it on? Oh I'll bring it on alright. Sneezing fetish. Any characters, doesn't matter. Make it happen, Cyan. And yes it is a real fetish... I like it! I AM A FAGGOT HUMP MY RUMP
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Engie/Sniper watersports. Just... just do it. Please.
This strangulation kink is more relevant to my interests than I'd usually divulge, but I'd like to show my appreciation for it just for the purposes of letting you know people are interested. Looks like it's shaping up beautifully, as well. I'm quite fond of your writing, Cyan. I'm no member of the old guard by any means but you're easily among the best of the board, at least as a far as drabbles go. And now I'll slink off and we'll try our very best to forget that little bout of sycophancy. No, but you really are quite good, and I'm eager to see your fills.
>>70 Seconding so hard. This is my favourite fetish, right here.
I won't add to the list of requests, but I will add to the list of people saying that your writing is simultaneously raunchy and hilarious. Keep at it!
Damnit people I thought there was an update! Now I'm sad.
Spy/Soldier, crossfaction Captured Soldier, hypnosis, using the Dead Ringer as a focus
Engie/Soldier, psychiatry!kink. Because I'm in an abusive relationship with the DSM-II. Still think you should do this.
>>75 or >>76 would be great done by anybody since Cyan is so backed up. Thinking about writing them myself...
Hi guys, just poking my head in to apologise for keeping you all waiting - I've only just returned home from a month-long clinical rotation at a backwater hospital somewhere on a desolate windswept coastline. Sadly, what I'd thought would be a cushy internship didn't leave me much time to write, since the resident physician went eel-fishing and left me fending for myself in the only ER within 200 miles. Fun times were had. Sleep was not. The internet is a happy dream where charts are still handwritten and the nurses prefixed with a 'sister'. Still, I learnt many useful things (not least of all from the night-nurses, so cheerfully sadistic it'd make Medic proud), some of which might be turning up in future fics. Now's the time for all those medical kink prompts, guys, just saying. Yeah, >>77 I realise I'm way behind on my prompts (real life sucks like that). If any of them stirs your muse, feel free to give it a go - I'm sure there's plenty of inspiration here for several stories. I've got notes jutted down on just about all the prompts so far, so the fics will happen, but it'll probably take some time and it'd be unfair for me to hog all the toys in the playground all the while. Also, thank you, anons, for keeping my thread on the board, it seriously cheered me up to return to all the awesome comments you've posted during my absence. Now I'm finally back, and I promise to pick up right where I left off, with a fic I wrote for you on the train ride home. The prompt was reverse!Scoutraep, and well, let's just say Spy and Sniper didn't see that one coming. Keep an eye out, it'll be up later today. Cheers!
>>78 This is the best thing to happen today, and it rained skittles and hour ago.
I have a boner **already**.
Dude, I'm so looking forward to this. But, just a question, you said it would be alright for other people to fill requests made on this thread. I'd love to give it a try, but should I post them inside this thread, or make a new one? *her newfag is showing*
>>81 If you were to fill a prompt, I think it would be best to make your own, separate thread for it. Also, *action* is generally frowned upon here.
Thanks - I'll keep it in mind.
>>64 So much want
Damnit. This is so fucking hot. I will most definitely be keeping tabs on this thread for a long, long time. Also, even though you already have a million prompts, I've been dying to have this one fulfilled. Maid!Spy and Sniper. Spy is humiliated and angry as hell and Sniper makes him beg for it. Nnnfff.
>>85 I think I came just from reading this prompt.
>>86 RIGHT? I am glad that someone else agrees with me on this one.
>(No fic in this post, sorry, but there's an Engie/Medic coming right up! Medic is so goddamn fun to write.) Not to be rude because I absolutely love your work to bits, b-but any chance of this being in the works, somewhere? I completely understand if not, just curious! Just keep doing what you're doing.
Alright, all you tech-savvy people, I need some help here. My stationary computer at home died (thank god I do regular backups of everything I write!) and for some reason I can't use the chan's preview function on my laptop - which I need to do, because copy-pasting text from MS Word messes up some of the symbols, in that " becomes “, ' becomes ‘ and - becomes –. So I preview everything I write and delete/retype all the wonky symbols, except I can't now, neither in IE or Firefox. What's going on with that? Also, when I could use the preview function on my stationary computer, it'd only let me preview about 7 lines at a time; any more than that and I get an error message. With the next story being +7,000 words (lol drabble fail!) that's a lot of copy-pasting! And yes, I have fic for you when I get this working, so please help. >>88 I'm sorry to keep you waiting! Yes, that story is really almost done, except my work got in the way of the last small tweaks to satisfy my obsessive perfectionism; it'll be ready for posting really soon. I think the original prompter will like it - I don't know if that's you, anon, but I do think you will too. >>85 And oh hell yes! I swear you guys have the best prompts ever. I read that and instantly had a vividly detailed super-hot mental image flash-burn itself into my mind, and I'm just dying to share it with you. Damn, I wish I could spend all my time writing these awesome fics you're prompting for - please have patience, this is definitely on my 'do this fucking right now' list.
Okay, that's weird. The symbols that go all wonky in preview show up fine in the post. How odd. But it may save me the trouble of previewing everything. I'll have to test this later. The limited preview problem still remains, though!
> 90, oh Cyan, you're such a tease. As far as your problems with preview, I'd say just skip that step. When I post stories I don't even bother testing it out in preview because it's more pain than it's worth. I do feat that I'll make a mistake with my formatting, but I'm a risk taker like that.
Just like that. Haha, um, just giving you an example.
So uh, I'm guessing Cyan never got around fixing his preview bugs? Real shame because I really loved where this thread was going.
*Coughs.* Actually, I’m still here. Sorry for lying low for a while; I did suffer some extremely annoying computer problems, and then real life caught up with me in form of a board exam that was kind of a big deal and took up all of my time over the summer, and then I started working 14-hour night shifts that didn’t leave much room for inspiration and creativity. However, I am now beginning to settle into this new rhythm and finding time for things other than working and sleeping and drinking copious amounts of coffee, which means that I’ve started writing again. I should have something nice for you really, really soon. And since I’ve had a long time to plot and plan, I pretty much have notes and WIPs on everything in this thread and more. If you’ve sent me a prompt here, it will be filled. I hope that makes up for my long absence. Oh, and if you think I’m too slow and would like to take a Disciplinary Action to my muse (she'd probably enjoy that, though), I recently made an account on Fumblr as writingcyan. Go kick me there if I’m taking too long.
Let me toss another couple of requests in: - cross faction Medic/Medic seduction - The team are watching a Disney movie and start narrating/snarking MST3K style. Factions arise over interpretation and scuffles turn sexy, despite others still trying to MST3K the movie all through the action..
Aaah, stop throwing prompts at me! My brain goes into overdrive to work up a plot, and I already have so many other prompts I need to finish ffff…! Cross-faction Medic/Medic seduction sounds like so much fun. They’re both German, they’re both doctors, they’re both probably a little bit insane. Hilarity ensues. Oh god yes, I really want to write this! As for your second prompt, I’ll think on it. I had a look at a list of Disney Movies to see which were out by 1968, but none of them grabbed my attention. Do you have any suggestions yourself?
>>96 Let me just say that I love the way you write Medic. Your medically trained mindset adds a certain actual fillip to the writing that gives me shivers of the delightful kind. For that second prompt, I would suggest possibly either choosing one of the most classic or the most cracky of the Disney classics. I had a look and couldn't believe how old some of them were! I mean, honestly, Pinocchio came out in 1940? Wow. I would suggest maybe Alice in Wonderland or Cinderella? Sniper would have a lot of fun with Jungle Book or Bambi, I'm sure..
>>97 Thank you! I’m glad you like my Medic; it’s a lot of fun writing him, not least because I can throw in so much weird medical stuff (I kind of like the weird medical stuff… I’m not sure if it’s some kind of work-related rub-off or if I’m just creepy like that). I really need to start finishing some of these things I’ve been casually kicking around; if you like Medic, I’m sure you’d enjoy quite a few of them. Sniper would have a lot of fun with Jungle Book or Bambi, I'm sure.. Ah ha ha, Bambi! Scout would be all â€Nooo! Bambi’s mom!“ and Sniper would just troll the hell out of it. I’m not sure (yet) how this would translate into porn (this is afanfic), but the mental image alone is too damn funny. I like your other Disney suggestions too; I’ll have to mull this over and see what ideas my brain throws up, and in the meantime I’ll get working on the stuff I have that’s almost done. Thanks for your input!
This thread is full of amazing writing and intriguing requests and I absolutely love it. Good job, Cyan! I'd like to request some Fem!Spy voyeurism, have her peeping on whoever you like that is doing whatever dodgy things you like!
Cyan, please come back! I need more of this amazing writing. Please?
>>100 I wish you’d left some form of identification so I could let you know that I’ve seen your comment. It really cheered me up to discover that someone actually tracked down my old thread all the way back on page 5 and left me a note on sage, not knowing if I’d ever see it but hoping. I did see it, and I promise you that I’ll be back soon with more porn for you, more experienced and perverted than ever. Thank you for the encouragement!
Sometimes I just like rereading all of this.