SO! I have noticed that I have troubles keeping a short fic short. That's when someone suggested a request thread. Give me a prompt. Sex or fluff it doesn't matter. Could be a single word and I will work with it as best I can. So please TF2chan! give me some good things to work with!
medic's big hands
an entire bag of dicks
Upholstery Badger Pastry (Captcha - ckoLisf offerings)
Sasha.
Black leather gloves and a light spanking.
Haha, these are terrible suggestions, you guys. The other day on 4chan, someone confessed that they sucked their friend's dick for a Bill's hat. How about that? The TF2 guys engaging in questionable behavior in exchange for hats. Could be with each other, with Saxton Hale, with the Administrator, or with OCs from other companies (promotional items).
>>7 SASHA IS ALWAYS GOOD SUGGESTION! That being said- everybody drunk. Explore the differences.
hahaha! Damn you guys! Ok...lesse..where to even start? they're all pretty good...I can't pick...so we clearly start writing and hope something gets in! huzzah!
Stoned sex
Whimpering Chemical cocktail party A sauna at Coldfront Spy's "Eiffel Tower" Soldier's "Washington Monument" Engineer -- "Remember the Alamo!" Sniper's... "boomerang?" okay. I'm done.
>>11 I'm more interested in Sniper's "Outback", hon hon hon. Okay, that's not completely true, but sex puns beckoned, and I was too weak to resist their call.
Seeing as the new Halloween items are a hit I request anything with bandages, hunting were-Scots, or Sniper being attacked by vampire Spy.
>>14 I wouldn't mind reading Sniper getting attacked by a vampire spy... hm... "Invisible reflections..." turning into a bat to spy on people rather than cloaking... Coffin respawn? Spy mistaking Sniper for another vampire because of Sniper's large Canines? (watch the meet the sniper video. His canines are huge.)
>>14 >>15 always second vampires.
>>14 >>15 Aww yeah, vampires. Thirding.
>>14 >>15 Fourthing. Especially the bit about Spy mistaking Sniper for one.
>>14 >>15 Fifthing ( If that is an actual word) I would love to see that happen, I too would greatly enjoy seeing Spy mistaking Sniper for a vamp :)
[oohh...damn you guys! I had a bit done then I read the vampire stuff and went all sparkly eyed and gaspy with delight! SO this came out instead! Which is ok because the other stuff I had up was a more of 'meh' thing.] The respawn was a lovely thing! Absolutely wonderful in so many ways! Not only did it keep bringing people back from what would normally be rather violent horrible deaths, but it did so rather efficiently. No scars, no remaining pain and perhaps the best of all? It...blurred things a little. Most times, the deaths were so quick it did not matter. A head shot here, back stab there what did it matter? However a flamethrower, that was painful and...tended to linger in ones mind. Except..for when it didn't. Respawn liked to make deaths..just a little blurry. Sometimes it wiped out any memory what so ever of the deaths and the only way you knew was by the scoreboard! Why was this nice? Besides the obvious? Well! It meant that the times he was...hungry went unnoticed. It was a little more difficult then he would have liked, considering the muddling of memory only held a small period of time. One could not take their time and expect the entirety to be wiped clean! But those moments when a backstab takes a life, those few precious seconds were all he needed. A few of those in a round and he was content. No, not content but full. Content would be taking his time, enjoying it even! Alas, times had changed and it was a far different world out there, one he found he had no part in anymore. Which of course brought him here, to this dingy little hellhole so far from his beloved city. It was far easier to live like this however, not live but feed and it was here that he saw him for the first time. He wasn't quite sure what had prompted the shuffle and he did not care, the previous sniper was a broody creature that huddled in his little nests and rarely bathed. For some reason or another, he was replaced at some point. Smoke curled above his head slowly as he recalled sneaking about the corner, slowly drawing his balsong and relishing the soft 'snk' sound it made as he flicked it expertly in his hand. It should have been an easy kill, the hard part was finding the man, once that was over it was just a sneak to his unprotected back and then a swift stab. This one though, was different. He had slunk forwards, lifting the blade with a slow smirk curling his face and just as he drove it downwards, the sniper moved faster then he had expected. Spy found himself knocked backwards, dropping his blade to the dusty ground and he backed up slowly. This was not the same sniper! Backing up slowly, he could have still taken him out. Dive for his blade or simply cloak and back up, a bullet between his eyes and moving on to a different target. It was then of course, that Sniper smiled. No, not smiled. He smirked and it was that smirk that undid him! It caught the light, glinting slightly and he was still staring at it when the kukri drove into his chest, pinning him to the wall and he woke in respawn with it still in his mind. His smirk...his teeth...tooth. A fang. The new sniper had a fang, he had fangs and why not? He could not be the only one that saw this place as a perfect place to reside! He could not be the only one out there, he had never really thought about it but...it made perfect sense! There was another of his kind here, and wasn't he something else? Bold and ruggedly handsome, not his usual fare but there was something about him that tickled his fancy so to speak. Aside from that glinting fang he had seen of course. This war had it's set hours, and after hours belonged to him. Surely the new Sniper would set aside any grudges after hours for one of his kind yes? He planned to find out.
Oh. My. GOD YES ! I am ecstatic to see this ! I hope this won't be the only installment of this ! I will eagerly be awaiting more !
i shall now commence stalking this thread!
eeeeeeeeeeeeheheheeeeheeee This is EXACTLY what i wanted to suggest when another anon brought up "mistaking sniper for a vampire," but was I too hesitant. But here it is! Perfection!
Oh yes. Short, but delicious. Thanks for making my Hallowe'en just a little happier. I kind of have a thing for Sniper's fangs... and I am liking this vampire Spy, and all the little details sprinkled in.
Ahaha! I don't plan on this being the only part! I do plan there to be more but I'm glad that you all like it so much! Does my heart good and all that rot! Halloween tonight, little one needs to be used to get me candy. Um..I mean...I need to take her out for family bonding time and fun! hon hon hon. I will try to add some more tonight! Keep tossing out suggestions and I'll see about adding them into chapters. Or putting vampire spy up there on hold for a tiny other chapter
Aahhfffuuu I just re-read a bit and realized Spy 'backed up' like a shit-ton in that one area! All I could think of was that song about backing up because your daddy told you so. Oh well! Also! Testing out various italic and bold combinations in here. Hoping it works! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That spy was screwy. All spies were screwy but that one was...really screwy! Only to him no less, probably some sort of smarmy trick. The problem was, he had no idea what to do about it! What was his game? Whatever it was, it was putting him on the edge! Every time he set to looking through his scope, the back of his neck crawled and it was making him miss his shots! Sometimes he was -sure- he had smelt smoke and cologne, whipping around to see...nothing! No smoke, no cologne and no spy! Which left him where he was now, determined to not miss anymore shots! He was a professional dammit and he was going to do his work! He shook off how bloody weird the whacker was being and just focused on his scope. It didn't matter! Not one bit! So what if the damned Spy barely put up a fight? The times he had caught him, more then he should considering he kept forgetting about the creaky board, there was practically no fight! The piker either ran like a coward or worse, stood there and just..stared at him! It was clearly beginning to take his toll because he was imagining smoke again! He wasn't going to turn though, not this time! He had their heavy in his sights, just a few more moments and he could take him out! He hissed as Soldier got the big man first, exploding him in a pile of gore and limbs with a well placed rocket. He huffed, lips thinning in displeasure but he waited just in case their Medic was just about the corner. What he saw however, was a Medic but not the one he was hoping for. About to turn to find a different target, he yanked his scope back to what he thought was his own teams Medic and Soldier! Staring, mouth hanging open in shock, he watched as Soldier was swiftly back stabbed. That was nothing new, it happened all the time! The shocking part was what happened after! Slowly lowering his gun without taking the shot, he found himself staring out the window blindly. In fact he was still there when the enemy Pyro found him. Waking in re-spawn, he sat on a bench before slowly removing his hat to fan himself with it, aviators slightly askew. "Bloody...hell.." he breathed, removing the aviators to rub at his eyes roughly. He couldn't have seen right! He just..he jsut had to be wrong! That bloody Spy..he had stabbed the Soldier and then..pushed him behind an outcropping of the wall, hand knocking his helmet off before sinking his teeth in the brawny mans neck! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes...well damn he had seen it and he still had trouble believing it! Fangs...sharp glittering deadly fangs! He had damn well bitten the Soldier and drank his blood! Sniper knew this because he has seen him swallow a few times and then let go only to lick the blood from his face! What the hell was going on over there?? More importantly...what was Spy's game and why was he being dragged into it??
The one single complaint I have so far is the abuse of exclamation points. Maybe just cut it back a little?
Excellent... Oh, Sniper... you are about to learn way more about vampires than you ever wanted to know. You are also probably going to learn some things about sex you didn't know you needed to know. And it will be GLORIOUS.
Crossover: Soldier and Dale Gribble. Paranoia. Smoking. Bromance and/or slash. Alternatively, crack!fic, wherein Engineer needs propane to make his machines run, and Hank Hill is always there to help him out.
You know as I was writing it I -did- think about those damn exclamation points then I forgot about them. Probably get another chapter out. I'm pleased with the chapters not dragging on forever. Anyone else got a comment on the post size? To short? Should I make them longer or are they good?
So I had parts of another chapter but it got eaten by a computer crash and I forget what I had...any requests as I re-write the darn thing?
Yes I have a request. ( You asked for it. ) I would like to see a oneshot about Spy turning invisible, and STAYING invisible ! ( Ecluding clothes ) His halloween costume was the invisible man, and I really liked the idea of Spy being the invisible man WITHOUT the option to turn visible at will....
>>32 Oooh, nice - that'd play merry hell with his seduction skills, wouldn't it? No facial expression, body language limited to being at least partially clothed. Make him WORK for it.
Oh geeze so much plot! Alright so if I did this inviso-spy fic, it may be more then a little one shot. Maybe. If it is not! Would you lot be horribly annoyed if it was posted in here as well? Would mean an update could be one of the two small stories or a prompt filler.
>>34 I, for one, wouldn't mind! As long as they're labeled, to avoid confusion.
>>34 I would not mind one bit ! I check your thread every time it gets bumped and read about everything you write. >>35 I would also like for it to be labelled though, makes it easier to see what I am reading ! I am ecstatic you are willing to write my request ! Thank you !
INVISO SPY PART ONE OUT OF WHOTHEFUCKKNOWS He was Upset. No upset was to small of a word. Angry perhaps, furious, livid, enraged. Utterly and completely pissed off worked as well. How could this have happened? What sort of company uses..such crazy things that have not been tested?? How could they let such a device be used with such a devastating after-effect not tested! This should never had happened! He was invisible. He was invisible and he could not stop it anymore! He sat on his bed, glaring at the mirror and the glowing tip that could be seen as he drew smoke into his lungs. He could see it, the glowing tip and the white stick. Smoke blew from his nose and mouth as he exhaled slowly. Cloths were in a pile on the floor, not a care for how rumbled they were going to get. He could see all these things in the reflection of the mirror. How the bed sagged a little where he sat on it, sheets rumbled. He could even see the wall behind him, pictures of his beloved Paris pinned to it. What he could not see, was himself. Something had gone wrong, horribly wrong. Damn that...that.. mongrel! Misbegotten bastard! Inferior base born scum! If he had not..shattered his watch! He was not sure what had happened, this were....foggy. He recalled the cretin having attacked him, throwing him back and though he did not recall much after that. He had been informed he had hit an electrical outlet and fried. He respawned, ready to cause cause but when he reached for his watch to cloak and nothing happened. It seemed perfectly fine but it just would not work! He stood there, utterly confused until some of the team respawned and that..that is where it all went to hell. Scout, damnable Scout went to laugh before he stopped and stared, finger pointed at him. Then he screamed, screamed and backed up into that inebriated fool who dropped his bottle of vile brew. That...that is when he knew something was wrong. It took some time, babbles and new people coming to the respawn before someone managed to explain...he had no face. Rushing to the supply closet, Spy found something to reflect his image. The lack of image. The face was still there, as was his body. It could be felt, others could feel him. He could see a nose and ears and chin, his face in the mask. But eyes, a mouth? Nothing. There was blankness! One could see through to the back of my mask, on the inside! Spy even broke code, he removed the mask entirely! Gloved hands raised to feel over his face, it was there he could feel it but no one could see it. In fact no one could see any of him that was covered with skin. Naked...he was utterly invisible and no one could figure a way to fix it. He hissed as the filter burned his fingers. He dropped the cigarette into an ashtray, looking at his hand. It hurt, the heat had hurt but nothing was there. He fisted his hand, feeling muscle and tendons and his nails digging in but...nothing. Just..just nothing! He let go slowly, dragging in a rasping ragged breath before he flopped down onto his back and dragged the sheets over his head. He huddled into a ball, suddenly..feeling so cold! So..so very very cold and alone all of a sudden. He lay there, staring at the pictures of his beloved Paris with eyes that only worked one way. Out, but no one could see in. [This sucker would have been done sooner but about mid0way I went DERP DERP FIRST PERSON IS NOW and did not realize until...awhile later and had to go back and fix the entire damn thing. Question time now chan! WHO broke Spy's watch? I am -planning- on this person being the one that ends up with some sexy time with said invisospy. planning, may change. I could not decide ssoo..toss em at me! ALSO GIVE ME PROMPTS PLOXPLOXKTHX. That is all]
yes, yes. good. very good. I'm not sure who he should be paired with, though. I have no preferences (but i'm also not the requester) i thought 'misbegotten' was some german word at first, so i thought it was Medic. then the electrical socket make me think of Engineer.
I vote that Demoman be the cause of this outrage. Mostly due to the fact that he needs more attention in general; whether it being for sexy time, torture or both at the same time. Him or Heavy would be interesting. But who ever it may be. Please, do continue.
The concept is very interesting, and I'm very curious to read what happens next. But... I think you need an editor.
[yess...A beta would be nice..I think I mentioned a need for one up there at some point but I might have thought I did but forgot. Spy and Demoman? That's an odd pairing indeed! hmm]
I'm a sucker for Sniper/Spy, so I'll throw in my two cents for that. But if you're willing to write a rarer pairing, like Demo/Spy, I'd say go for it. Captcha says "consider"... seems oddly relevant in our case.
Demo x Spy would not be my first choice, but I would not mind it. Any pairing would be good I suppose. I do like Medic x Spy and Spy x Sniper a great lot though. Who broke his watch you ask ? I'd say someone with a grudge and a love for using melee weapons. I don't think a bullet would be the cause of the broken watch, that'd be too coincidental. Maybe it was the other teams sniper who liked to play with his kill ? I really, really want to see where you take this !
I'm going to go ahead and vote for Sniper/Spy as well, partially because of personal preference but mainly because "misbegotten bastard" seems to go hand-in-hand with Spy's usual insult of "convict".
Speaking of "convict," where exactly does Spy call Sniper that? I see Spy call Sniper convict all the time in fanfiction, but I've been playing Spy in TF2 for over 4 months now and I've never, ever heard Spy call Sniper convict in the game. Is that a bit of fanon that got so popular people assume it's canon?
>>45 Dunno whether it's fanon, but it's a nasty jab at Australia's colonization history.
>>45 44 here. "Convict" is fanon as far as I know, I just meant that "misbegotten" blends into Spy's insult vocabulary just as well as it does since they both happen to be jabs at Sniper's heritage (much like the canon insult "repulsive bushman").
I see. I was curious about the origin of that particular insult because it's so prevalent, virtually every fanfiction with Spy and Sniper I've ever read (even the ones where they are not paired up) has Spy call Sniper convict at some point. Anyway, about this fic, I'm not sure what pairing to vote for. Spy/Sniper is my OTP, but it's also a very common pairing and I'm a big fan of originality. Even so, Spy/Demo and Spy/Heavy wouldn't really do anything for me, and I actively dislike Spy/Medic and Spy/Scout. As for Pyro, I'm personally convinced that they are a woman, and at the moment I'd prefer to read slash rather than het ^^ So, I'd like to see any of these pairings, pick whichever you prefer: Spy/Sniper, Spy/Engineer, Spy/Spy, Spy/Soldier.
My vote is always for Sniper/Spy action.
I think, because of the situation in particular, cross-faction Spy/Spy would be VERY interesting. I can see the fight in my head; another Spy would definitely go for the watch, shattering it on purpose to uneven the odds a little and take away one of his opponent's abilities. The electrical outlet might have been an accident; things escalating to outright brawling after the insult of breaking the watch. It also seems very Spy-ish to me for him to call his opposite all kinds of nasty names like "misbegotten low-born scoundrel" and things like that, especially if the low-born part is true... Who would know that better than another Frenchman? But the real reason I think it'd be interesting is the whole "this coulda been me" factor that you'd get with Spy/Spy. If things had happened the other way around... Or the "it could still be me" factor. If this Spy decided to get revenge, he'd know exactly what to do to inflict the same (in theory) problem on the other Spy. Then there's the whole empathy factor... Another Spy would understand things about not being able to TURN OFF the invisibility that someone else like a Scout or Demoman would not. My .02 :)
Anon 42 over here, changing my vote from Sniper/Spy to Spy/Spy after >>50 's very convincing argument. Hate to be repetitive, but Captcha could not be ignored. "groan, mensCM", indeed.
>>50 thirding.
>>50 Fourthing ! I feel ashamed that this didn't even cross my mind ! What a great idea !
Engie butts that is all.
Voting for Pyro, because he is not a woman and I want to see more slash with him. Especially with him and a Spy.
Blah! Writers block why you do this?? I'm working on some things I promise!
Writer's block: when your imaginary friends won't talk to you.
Reader x scout?
Oh damn I like that >>57 a lot! I am using that now! I am almost done posting a little something. Not quite a continuation but more of an idea I had before settling on a plot line. It wouldn't leave me alone so I decided to write it up!
Glad to be of amusement - credit where it's due, I saw it on a shirt in a catalog.
Why hello there >>50 with your amazing ideas and stuff! how dare you be so full of thought and damn am I glad I hadn't started writing yet! but here is one of the ideas I had bouncing about my head I decided to toss at you guys! holy shiiiiit how long as it BEEN since I posted? I don't even know gawddamn. So much writers block and you know when it went away? Fuck you guys it went away at TWO FUCKING IN THE MORNING when I had to get up early the next morning AND I have strep throat. Damn garbage beside me is full of paper towel cause I have no tissues and my nose is SORE. So is my throat. That -would- be when I suddenly want to write everything. It's now 4:35 in the morning, I have to be up in like...3 hours so I really -should- just stay up. Going to bed anyways. On a more serious note? I don't know about this. I finished it and now I can't tell if it's good or not because it took so long to write. I apologize if it's trash, but I am sick and tired so you are all getting it anyways! I hate everything right now. k bye /fwoosh] INVISOSPY INTERLUDE THINGY = ZAY THOUGHT OF INVISOSEX Medic stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed high on his chest in an attempt to stop the faint trembles. He looked around his room slowly, eyes narrowing behind his lenses. Where was he? What was he doing? Was there some trick? The door was still closed and firmly locked so he had not left..then where -was- he? Before he could start panicking and diving for his Blutsauger, a chuckle from behind him revealed the Frenchman's presence. "Sshhh, calme toi Docteur." Spy crooned in his ear gently before sliding his hands down over the man's shoulders until he can wrap his arms around him, just below Medic's own that remained tight over his chest. "Why are you so tense? zere es no one here but you." He cajoled, tightening his arms before he let go and stepped back. The room did indeed look utterly empty except for the Medic, there was no one on the bed, no one seated at his desk and no one standing behind him. When the low croon told him to get ready for bed, Medic did without letting himself think to much of it. His lab coat was the first removed, set aside to be taken to the wash first thing in the morning, some bleach should get those bloodstains out just fine. Next were his gloves, carefully peeled off and set down on the table beside his wardrobe, extra moments were spent turning them inside out so they could dry properly for tomorrow. His routine was something that never changed and was a calming effect. Routines were always to be followed after all, that was something that had been drilled into his head at a very young age. Shirt and tie were next, the tie was hung up carefully along with all the others, each the same. His shirt, after a once over showed a few speckles of blood on the back was carefully folded and set atop his lab coat. Some bleach for that as well then. His belt went through the loops of his pants with a soft wssk-ing sound before it was hung up next to the others, just under his ties. The chair that was right beside his wardrobe was there for boots and he sat down to unlace the boots slowly. They were filthy and would need a good waxing but that was a morning routine and would be left for the morning. Setting them side by side on the mat for such dirty things, right by the table with the cloths and boot shine. Pants were next and he stood to unbutton them, folding them carefully and setting them atop the laundry basket. That was a morning thing as well, once a week but still morning. They would be done by the time his boots were finished. That left him in his boxers, simple solid black things that did their job. No need to fussy fancy ones after all. They too were removed and set atop his pants. It was then that he paused, normally he would be getting into his sleeping cloths but that would defeat the purpose now wouldn't it? Luckily he was saved from indecision by those hands sliding over the muscles in his back. He leaned into them as fingers dug into the tense muscles earned carrying his medigun. While older then the others on his team, the constant work had kept him lean and firm even if it did wreak havoc on his back. Shoulders relaxing, Medic groaned softly as tense muscles were worked on by experienced hands, hands that also guided him to walk to the bed slowly. Gentle pressure urged him to sit and he did so with a sigh, feeling those fingers slid over the front of his shoulders. It was such an odd experience, to know that Spy was right there, right in front of him and touching him but not able to see him! He reached out, smoothing his hand over the other man's chest before letting himself be pushed down to his back on his bed. There was a bit of shifting and wriggling until he lay properly, feeling the bed dip and shift as Spy moved to straddle his waist. He could feel knees against his side, could feel the warm weight on him and hands on his chest as Spy shifted his position until comfortable but he could see nothing. It was unnerving and he swiftly closed his eyes, letting Spy stroke down over his chest and along his arms slowly. There was a moment of confusion when the hands left him but they gently removed his glasses and he could hear them being set on the bedside table with a soft clink. Medic jolted as a warm mouth was suddenly on his nipple and he groaned lowly, arching his back into the mouth he could only feel. "Ach ja" he sighed, keeping his hands to the sheets. That was part of the game after all, there was no one else there besides him. He was not going against his teachings and allowing himself to fall to his deviant urges. Shifting under the weight, he let himself just feel. The way the warm mouth felt against his nipples, tongue curling about and flicking against them until they lay shiny and red on his pale chest. When he could take no more attentions there, nipples achingly hard and far to sensitive, Medic barely had the chance to whine before the mouth slid down over his ribs, counting each one with broad sweeps of a tongue before going onto the next. By the time the touches reached his thighs, his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his muscles trembled under the lightest of touches. Breath stuttered in his lungs as a warm tongue laved over the crease of thigh and hip, tasting sweat and need. Medic groaned low in his throat, legs spreading eagerly as Spy settled between them. "Here Docteur, give me your 'and." Spy said, pitching his voice to a low croon as he pushed Medic's legs up, feet flat on the bed. This left Medic splayed open almost lewdly and by the shivers that that through Medic's form, it was clear he felt it but gave his hand willingly. His fingers were slicked with something cool and a part of him wondered where it had come from before he decided it really did not matter. "Stretch yourself Docteur, let me see you do zis." He urged, guiding Medic's hand between his legs. It didn't take Medic long to figure out what Spy wanted and while at first he was apprehensive, the agile tongue that glided over his shaft soothed him. He did not do this often, the wave of shame that usually followed the release caused by it made the act itself tainted. Touches to the back of his hand urged him to do it anyways and he let out a shaky breath before spreading the slick about his entrance, pressing his finger inside slowly. It stung slightly, a stretchy burning pain that a small part of him relished. He deserved this pain. It was his penance for his deviancy, for failing to curb his dark lusts and he welcomed it. Taking a slow breath to steady himself, he focused on the wet slickness as it slid along the base of his shaft instead of what his fingers were doing. The probing and stretching was ignored in favor of lips mouthing words in a language he did not know against his turgid flesh, in favor of a tongue that dallied along veins before tasting his fluids with an eager flick. Eyes watched avidly as the doctor's fingers probed deeper and deeper, making a note when breath hitched or thighs quivered. These would be spots to exploit soon enough, for now he was tasting and distracting, setting the tone for the next part of their little game. One finger then two before three, twisting and probing what, he assumed from the slightly pained furrow creasing Medic's forehead, was a tight channel. The thought of being the first to have the imposing man made Spy more then a little eager. "Deeper Docteur, deeper. Open yourself for moi." He mouthed against the sensitive inner thighs before nipping there. Medic's back arched, voice a low groan as quite by accident his fingers touched that spot inside. One brush, two bolts of electricity that raced through his nerves before hands caught his own and urged him to turn over. Removing his fingers slowly, Medic turned to his stomach almost in a haze before feeling a pillow being slid under his hips. He turned to look over his shoulder, a soft sound of unease falling from his lips before a warm weight blanketed him. "Sshh Docteur, zere ez no one 'ere" Spy crooned in his ear, hands skating down his sides slowly before gliding up his back along his spine. It ushered the tension out, leaving him boneless and unprotesting when a blunt heat began to prob against him. It hurt, more then his fingers did. There was the same stretchy burning pain, although sharper now but there was also a feeling of being filled. Filled and delved into and he could not breath properly, swiftly growing light-headed and dizzy. Throughout it all, that dark low voice crooned in his ear that he was alone in the room. Indeed it felt like it. He could feel no skin against his save the hard shaft driving deeper and deeper into him, driving all sense from his mind. He clung to the pain, to the bubbling pleasure just under that as a focal point. Something to anchor his mind to in the torrent that threatened to sweep him away. Unaware of the deep grunts that fell from his lips, guttural sounds of pleasured pain, Medic fisted sheets beside his head tightly. Spy licked his lips, holding himself up carefully as he inched deeper and deeper into the other man, eyes rolling back a little with the pleasure of an untried body. In a little then pause, let the good doctor get used to it before pressing again. He began to pay closer attention to Medic, realizing he was no longer just muffling his sounds but muttering in German. By the tone, he suspected perhaps a mantra of sorts. Vater unser im Himmel This, oh yes this! It was so...there were no words for this. His deviance lay bare for anyone to see, spread as he was on his stomach with a pillow under his hips as he was speared. It was made even more deviant as he could not really see who it was! Oh he knew on a base level, but anyone able to see into the room would only see him being stretched open almost obscenely! geheiligt werde dein Name Sucking in a deep lungful of air, Medic shuddered as he felt bony hips press against his ass and then stop moving all together. Dark curls were plastered to his forehead and cheeks with sweat. His lips kept moving, words shaky and sometimes only mouthed between ragged pants. That was before Spy began to actually move. dein Reich komme It started slow, a drag out that set Medic gritting his teeth and shaking at the sudden unused to feel of being -empty- rose up in him. dein Wille geschehe Face pressed into the sheets, he whined. A high pitched sound that broke into stattico as his voice broke a little when Spy pushed back inside. It felt as if the steady claiming forced all the air from his lungs. wie im Himmel...so auf Erden. “Sshhh now Docteur...just breathe. It will feel good soon." Spy promised, tone a low breathy sound that was barely there. By the way Medic barely twitched at his words, Spy suspected the man had not even heard him. Alright with him really, after all it was Medic's desire for their little tryst wasn't it? Unable to be seen, Medic's so-called deviancy remained hidden still. It boggled his mind how such a well versed man could rationalize things like that, Unseen and thus not there? Such thoughts were there for a moment before gone like smoke on the breeze. There were better things to focus on, such as how Medic arched under him when he pressed back inside. For an older man, he was in quite good shape. Must be all that equipment he carried around all day. It left toned muscles that fluttered and twitched in his legs when he was filled, tensing as Spy pulled out again. Unser...tägliches B-brot gib unssss..heute. Opening his eyes, when had he closed them? Medic glanced over his shoulder through damp curls and heavy lids. No one. No one there at all. Despite being able to feel himself being speared once more, full so deliciously full, he could see no one and that alone wrung ragged pants from bitten lips. No one to see his fall, to see him cave to the urges that ran rampant in his blood. As far as everyone would know, he remained impassive and married to his precious science. No one would ever know how he cried for it, face wet with tears and sweat. No one would ever know how his body welcomed a man inside of him so eagerly, clenching when his lover tried to pull out only to return. Und v...verdammt..vergib uns un...sere Schuld He kept his thrusts as easy and slow as he could for as long as possible but not even an experienced lover such as he could deny his body's urges for long. Hearing the choked out curse between the muttering he could not understand, Spy grinned faintly and pressed his lips to the back of Medic's bowed neck. He enjoyed the way Medic clenched and shook when he pulled out slowly far to much to give that up, especially when it wrung the most interesting whines from the uptight man. Thrusting in faster however was very welcome now that the older man was arching up against him. After a few thrusts to test the waters so to speak, Spy began to shift angles. He knew when he found it, nothing else could make Medic toss his head back with a cut off cry like that. Wie aaahh!auch wir...wir vergeben unsern Sss..Scheiße..Schul-Süße Mutter..digern! Lightning, electricity raced over his skin and down his spine. Heat suffused over his body, disapating slowly only to return when Spy repeated that damnable thrust that hit that spot inside once more. This, this was it. This was what he had craved, the heat and pleasure! Mouth hanging open as Medic desperately tried to suck in much needed air, he gripped the sheets tight enough that his fingers ached. Of course he could not feel it, he was only barely aware of the sounds that tumbled unheeded from his mouth let alone anything else. und....f...ficken...führe uns..mehr!...nn..nicht in...Versuchunnnggg Arms shaking slightly, Spy shifted his position before they gave out and ruined the mood. Weight on his elbows, Spy placed a line of kisses down over Medic's shoulder before gently pressing his teeth against the top bump of the man's spine, relishing the shudder that it wrung. "Oui..move with me...that is et..tu es beau.." The sound of flesh smacking against damp skin, the way Medic abandoned himself to the pleasure was a heady feeling indeed. Leaning down until Spy's lips brushed a scarlet ear, he breathed heavily into it just to feel Medic's breath catch. son...sondern erlöse uns von dem B...bitte...bitte!...Bösen. "Mein Gott...härter!" The words fell from him without conscious thought, need taking over rational thought. Medic needed it, wanted it desperately. He was human after all, Medic knew what it felt like to orgasm and knew he was close but this...this was ..staggering. It built with each thrust, each brush against that spot inside of him. Medic's face pressed against the pillow, even white teeth capturing the fabric in a vain attempt to muffle himself. The pillow under his hips was already wet from his leaking shaft, providing slippery traction. Denn dein ist daa-aahh! das Reich und...d-die Kraft Spy panted heavily, closing his eyes and resting his sweating forehead against Medic's sweaty shoulder as he thrust harder, toes curling in the sheets. He dragged his tongue over the back of Medic's neck before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. He wriggled a hand under Medic's waist, grasping the wet shaft before jerking in even strokes. "Allons ... ne pas le retenir...let et come.." He growled. A small part of him noted his hips were sure to bruise from the force of slapping against Medic's taunt rear end and he mourned being unable to ever see them. und die H...Herr..Herrlich..k-kkeit in Ewi..wigk...ke..eit Medic was no longer sure he was speaking. All he could dimly hear over the rush of his own blood in his ears were faint murmurs, broken and pleading and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. It burned and twisted through him, legs spreading wider to accommodate the hand that wriggled under him. "Ja....oh j-ja...nicht zu stoppen .. bitte nicht .. nicht .." It was worth it, worth all the insecurities and worries about his deviancy. Worth all the shame of having to hide his urges. It was all worth it for this one moment. Despite knowing it was coming, despite all the build-up and despite rocking between the two points of pleasure. His orgasm took Medic by surprise, forcing a startled grunt from him. He had to force himself to suck in a lungful of air before he could even scream, a loud wail that echoed in the thankfully sound proof room. It burned through him, stealing his sight and rendering his mind blissfully silent. AMEN Spy tossed his head back, a blissful smile spreading across his face as Medic's wail brought him over the edge. He shook with each pulse, buried deep inside the other man. Head falling forwards, Spy gasped wetly for breath before slowly pulling out and dropping to his side beside what very well might be a passed out Medic. In fact, with a closer look, he was fairly sure the man was not quite out but definitely not down from the stratosphere yet. He smiled faintly, leaning forwards to kiss Medic's temple. "Sleep Docteur...sleep now." He urged huskily before levering himself out of the bed. Scooping up his cloths, he fished about for the cloth he always carried with him before moving back to the bed and gently rolling Medic onto his back to clean him up. A courteous lover as always. Drawing the sheets up over Medic's waist, Spy showed himself out silently. He was aware of Spy but only in little flashes. When Spy was beside him, panting and trembling still. When he was rolled over and a soft cloth rubbed his stomach and far to sensitive shaft clean before moving onto his thighs. Faint rustling before he was covered and then Spy left. He was glad the man was smart enough to know he would prefer to be alone. He had his routines that did not involve anyone else after all. It was a long while before the tingling faded from his body, replaced with a faint soreness in his thighs and over his reddened ass. By that time however, Medic had long since drifted off into a far deeper sleep then he had enjoyed in quite a long time. The morning would leave him plenty of time to deal with this entire situation however right now? Right now was not the time.
Oh. My. Santa's running EARLY this year! This is just DELICIOUS. Welcome back, Zay. Very sorry you feel like hell, lip balm helps on chapped, sore noses just as it does lips, just don't use the scented stuff.
Ahaha! I'm glad you like it! and finally a comment! I woke up and went 'oh dear there's nothing! was it horrible? What did my sickness at 4am spew out!' Was the German mutterings a throw off or did it work into the story nicely?
This was nice, but it could do with a couple more readovers. I saw a few wrong 'to's and "Open yourself for moi" is kind of awkward to read. It probably would have done better with fewer French spatterings amongst the English. I did enjoy it though!
I did look at those and did a little frowny face. I tried to use the google translate when I could and keep Spy's words to a minimum. Alas, I don't have a beta so I do end up with some mistakes I don't catch.
I hated the german, until i realized it was The Lord's Prayer. Then I nearly creamed myself. Excellent touch! Medic's dialogue was good, Spy's was okay. Spy's inner monologue was much better than the dialogue. The lead up was also good, and UNF glasses kink.
>>66 ah finally! Someone mentioned the prayer! I was wondering if it was good or not! I debated not having Spy speak at all and now wish I had done that, oh well! Alright so now I realize I need a new prompt either for a new story or a continuation of one of my other...two? I have two right?
Invisiospy continuation? Please?
I liked this! The prayer thrown in was a nice touch, and it was a very nice thing to see. I really do hope you will continue the invisispy story, since I really enjoyed that!
I do plan to continue the invisospy one for sure! I have it and that 'spy thinks sniper is a vamp' one to work on. Anyone have any prompts to toss in before I start working on one of them? Captha says 1972 Hlovye. 1972 H love? I swear it's giving out secret messages sometimes!
Oh - one spelling nitpick. Cloths with an "aw" sound are pieces of fabric. Clothes with an "e" in it and a long "o" like boat, those are garments. Since both are valid, spellcheck's no help.
oh hey thanks! I always get those two messed up! That's an awesome way to explain it to. Much appreciated
Well I'll vote for a continuation of the vampire fic. But i love the invisospy one too.
I do love me some desperate, shame-ridden Medic.
Why hello 30 minute lunch break, you are so nice to write during! I can never seem to make my food last the full time. There had been odd happenings lately. Little thins that just did not make sense. He could not tell anyone as he had nothing to really say about it. Like the time he had found the BLU spy's clothes folded neatly and hidden behind a crate. He swore there was a time to two one of his team had been taken out with a quick back stab and yet...he had saw nothing. Ho flicker of a failing cover or a puff of smoke followed by the other spy coming from the shadows in a disguise. Speaking of such, e had not seen the other disguised as a BLU in quite some time. Peering about the corner, the RED spy bean to creep up behind the Soldier he had spotted taking a moment to reload his rocket launcher. As he swiftly backed up into the shadows of a nearby doorway in the wake of the Soldier's dying gurgle, he nearly missed it. Smoke. He had not lit his cigarette yet. Instinctivly ducking and skittering backwards, Spy rose with his revolver up only to be met with...nothing. Gun wavering, Spy frowned in confusion. How was this possible? He knew he had smelt smoke and until this moment, he would have sworn that he had heard the sound of a balisong whistling in the air inches above his head when he had ducked. Then why had the cloak not fallen? There was nowhere to hide...so then how..? Eyes widened behind a red mask as Spy tensed in shock and pain, a blade parting through cloth and flesh. Dropping his gun with a clatter on the ground, he stared ahead blankly. "But..how?" He rasped. In front of him, the damned BLU was right in there, he knew he was but he saw only air! Why had the cloak not fallen when he had struck? He felt rather then saw the spy lean closer to him as he chocked on his own blood. "You did this to me...and now I will make you pay for it!" The BLU hissed out, twisting the blade before shoving it upwards. He woke in the re-spawn, utterly confused and surprisingly...very unsettled. The shear hate in the BLU's voice chilled him to the bone. "What did I do..?" He asked aloud in a harsh whisper, hand shaking as he lit a cigarette. What had he done and how did the other stay cloaked like that? What in blazes was going on??
I feel extremely reluctant to write a criticism because I'm very happy that you have found inspiration again, as I love this fic and very much want you to continue it. I'm worried that reading a criticism might make you stop writing >_> But it's a pretty big issue. Spy is invisible, but his things aren't. So, even if RED Spy couldn't see BLU Spy himself, he should have been able to see the balisong (cigarettes are small so I guess he could have missed one that was quickly dropped on the ground, but how did he miss a knife floating in mid-air right in front of him?) I'm not going to comment on the typos because, hey, 30 minute lunch break, who wouldn't be tired? And your other chapters and fics have no typos so you obviously can write.
Aahh dammit! You're right! How could I even MISS that? Thank you very much for pointing that out! I do appreciate criticism so please do not -not- tell me things things. AND NOW! For a quick reasoning pulled out of my ass! ....it was dark and..Spy was crouched down...till he stabbed? Hahah I don't even know suspend disbelief dear readers! I actually DID think of something like this! Can Spy still use the disguise kit?
Hm...It has come to my attention that some people would like a Watersports fic about Sniper and perhaps Spy but it hasn't been cemented yet. Would people prefer I post that in it's own thread if I do write it or in here and obviously mark it?
Wow >.> been dead for a few days. Is it the Holidays or something else? No one wants my stuff
>>79 I just feel kinda bad bugging random people to satisfy my own kinks. For the record, I did like your Invisi-Spy and Medic story. Spy's half-french dialogue felt a little awkward, but aside from that it was golden. Whore Medic is the best medic.
No no, asking me is good! I haven't got a clue what to work on next. Sooo...prompts! toss em! Also, Watersports thing, this thread or another?
watersports please!
If you're gonna write the watersports fic, then I'd suggest just skip the hassle and post it on here. We're all adults (hopefully), and if we can handle hot necrophilic clone sex, then I'm pretty sure no one's going to through a bitch-fit over the (relatively) tame watersports. Just maybe put a warning on the top and the bottom of the post and it will be fine. And don't be silly! We all want your stuff! especially the invisi-spy/spy crossfaction
>>79 Are you kidding me? Your thread is the one I always look forward to! I like your writing, and the prompts you take up. Watersports = definite yes! I do hope you will continue the InvisiSpy x Spy one as well...
I'd suggest you make a different thread for the watersports fic, not because of the squick (ok, yeah, urophilia does squick me out, but that's what warnings are for; I could very easily skip the watersports fic if you just put a warning on the top and the bottom of the post), but simpy for organization's sake. This thread already contains several different fics (two of them still ongoing) and a lot of comments. Adding yet another (potentially ongoing) fic would make it harder for people who just want to read the Vampire fic or the invisi-Spy fic to find them; especially because the chapters tend to be pretty short and, scrolling down quickly, could easily be mistaken for comment and accidentally skipped.
ahaha! Comments! I feed on you to stuff my ego. Thank's guys! Millia you do have a point but if it is a one shot..I don't want to just chuck it up on it's own right? Then again..hhmm..Will have to think about that one. Maybe I should put like...giant lettering...can I change the size of my lettering on here? Aside from this of course.
>>81 To be honest, anything involving Medic, (preferably involving Medic getting something up his butt) is good by me. I also have a weakness for drunk!Medic. Yeah, I'm kind of lousy at this prompt thing. Just keep writing stuff that you like and it's likely to mesh somewhere with my kink list.
Alright so the plan is! Seperate thread for Inviso spy and Vampire spy [which needs a better name plox] and all random prompts will be in here. Sound good? Good! Side note, anyone know of a chan that's awesome like TF2 chan that I can post my non-TF2 stuff in?
>>88 There are dozens of chans, but I don't know any that uphold a good quality standard like Tf2chan AND accept all sorts of fanfics. I do wish you luck on finding one! (Looking forward to new writing from you!)
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[Deleted the last one, had some issues with Italics that made everything all retarded. I don't know where this came from so..enjoy this] Scout was a manly sort of guy. He was from Boston after all, and pretty damn amazing and all. He knew early on that he just wasn't interested in chicks. None of them were as amazing as his Ma and they were all clingy and shit. Problem was, the guys were just as bad! He only had one guy he had fooled around with back home and broken things off pretty quick. He had been bored out of his mind! He figured he would just deal with it after his contract was up or something. That had of course been the Universe's cue to be a douche. By the time he got shipped off to a base, he was one of the last ones to get there. Meeting the others had been...odd. Soldier was a fucking nut job, plain and simple. The Medic gave him the creeps but the Hardhat was pretty cool. No Demoman yet, he was to arrive the next day with their Pyro. Sniper apparently was already there but tended to stay in his nest thing or his van which left their Spy and the Heavy Weapons Guy. For some reason they were coming the same day as him but on a different train. Made no damn sense but whatever Scout thought. It was just before supper that they went to meet the night train. Scout bounced about until Engineer put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax now Jackrabbit, yer bouncin' ain't gonna make that train come any faster an' yer makin' me tired jus' watching ya.†He said to which Scout just rolled his eyes but settled down, arms crossing over his chest. “Dat's cuz yer old.†He replied, darting away at the sound of a train whistle before Engineer could cuff him. Scout had mixed reactions to the Spy. A part of him disliked him instantly as he came out of and gave the crowd a once over, nose crinkling under his mask slightly. There was also a part of him that was kinda jealous of the effortless way he glided forwards and seemed so put together. There was a word his Ma used for men like that, Suede? Some 'S' word for fancy and shit. That's when the Heavy stepped off the train. First thing that came to his mind? How big the man was! He was fucking huuuge. As Scout stared, Medic moved forwards to greet. Scout was busy being struck by something he had never known before. He fucking liked them big. After greeting the others, Heavy turned towards him and as if it was just his damn luck, Scout opened his stupid big mouth and crammed his foot into it. Heavy raised an eyebrow before speaking in that thick accent that made Scout's insides shiver. “What leetle man stare for?†and what did he say? “Damn Russki, what did yer Ma do? Fuck a bear?†He felt the color drain from his face as everyone stopped and just stared at him. He couldn't look away from the Heavy even as the man levelled a dark look a him. Medic eventually came forwards, scoffing at Scout before he reached to pat the strong arm. “Ignore ze child, come I vill show you ze rooms.†and with that, they left him standing on the train platform. He wished the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. “Ya you guys jus go ahead.†He said to the empty air. “I'll jus stand here till my fucking boner goes away.†He muttered, head hanging a little. Fuck it all
Haha oh my god. I loved that so much, you have no idea.
Oh yeah, Hoovy/Scout so precious. “Damn Russki, what did yer Ma do? Fuck a bear?†That made me laugh to no end. Never stop. I love what you do.
I don't know why but I fucking -love- ScoutxHeavy. I just don't even but that short came ever so easy to me! BUT NOW! I require prompts. lets go, give
okay prompts for you: "Garters are good to slap ass with" "Can you scratch your back with that saw?" "the strange ways of fish in newspaper and food intoxication"
Spy/anyone, with the Spy disguised as the anyone and the anyone pretending to be Spy.
[Alright SO. My hard drive? Fried right the fuck out. I am currently running Ubuntu/linnux on this external hard drive I got. Not to sure how things will look on your end when I post but here's what I got. Once again written up during my lunch break and forgive my attempts at accents there. Trying to find a good medium but I might just give up on them and stick with lingo more then accents. Because even with shit going down, I still love you guys.] They were a mixed breed, hailing from all parts of the globe and social groups. So it was no surprise that topics ranged far and wide over dinner. Of course, it was a given that their different tastes brought forth various arguments. No one was sure how the current topic came about, but talking about undergarments was always fun. "Ah still say you all be puttin' t'much effort inta all ya underclothes. A real man dun need any o'dose flippin t'ings" Demoman said, giving a wave of his hand with the other firmly wrapped about the neck of his scrumpy. "well not alla us wanta walk about freeballing it mate." Sniper replied with a shake of his head. "Don't see no point in being all fancy when ya gunna jus' take it all off." He added, glaring at Spy when the sound of a scoff reached his ears. "Wot ya gurglin' for?" He snapped, not looking amused as Spy leaned back in his chair while taking a slow draw of his cigarette before letting it out in small almost smug rings before he replied. “I would not 'ave expected a simple bushman to understand ze pleasures of underclothes. Especially on a delightful lady.†He said with a sigh “Seeing ze form, curves teasingly covered with delicate lace. Ze way zey move in zis..is..oh..magnifique." He said, gloved hand raising to take another slow draw from his cigarrete. After a few moments, Medic surprisingly piped up to add to the conversation. "Ja, I would haff to agree, it not about taking off but the looking at. Very pretty." They gave the usually very reserved man a rather stunned look that shifted to Heavy when he spoke up. "Da. Be liking garters. Very nice on pretty legs." He said. Medic shifted a little, a gloved hand coming up to adjust his tie. Spy looked between the two before chuckling, giving a slow grin about his cigarette. "Aaahh oui..zere ez a certain...allure of thise. Zey could be so innocent or very very naughty." He agreed. Scout up to this point had been rather quiet, just eating his meal in the way he normally did, shoveling it into his mouth. It was only when he was finished did he pipe up, standing with the remains of his Bonk in his hand. "My big brother sez garters are good for spanking ass wit'." before dumping his dishes in the sink. « M'goin for a run. » He tossed over his shoulder before leaving even though it was his turn to do the dishes. No one called him on it though, the table was rather silent until Demoman took a loud swig and cleared his throat. "Boy's gotta point."
I love both of the stories, currently being updated-- but can't help but miss your first story. SpyVamp/Sniper. Any chance of that making a return?
After the war Spy takes Scout under his wing as his apprentice.
>>98 yes actually, I've been poking at things. With my laptop however, shitting bricks. I have been sort of blocked as the chapters are on teh hard drive currently being used as no longer a storage drive but the drive to hold and run Ubuntu on [wtf would anyone willingly use this shit I don't fucking even how you work it?] and so I am..stalled. I always wonder though, I add little hints and bits in there and wonder if anyone gets them or if it's only me and people look right past them. There were two in there, right about garter time. One a tad more obvious then the other. Sort of an insight to other back story bits.
>>100 Just a guess, but the more obvious one would be Medic and Heavy having sexytimes with garters and frilly things (which would be amazing if that got written), and perhaps the non obvious had something to do with Scout and garters?
>>101 Or Demo, now that I think of it. (Demo what have you been up to and with whom?)
Soldier doesn't call Demo a skirt-twirling drunk because he's worn a kilt, you know.
Anon >>95 here. That was wonderful and I am giggling like a child right now. Thank you so much. >>100 >>101 Isn't that reminding you of Medic's yellow garters? (damn I can't remember if that story was from Zayroen or someone else)
>>104 Medic's yellow garters? Wha? Where is this story, I'd like to read it.
Ahaha, yes Heavy and Medic with garter times indeed. I don't know, I can just see Medic as the sort to wear/be convinced to wear such things. The other was indeed Demoman. I was originally going to write Soldier as having said it, then I thought oh hey wait...Solly-Demo Xfactioness. I'm sorry Soldier but when your name is Jane, I am going to think of you in a dress. OK fellows! More prompts. My hard drive is still down so it's this, watching things on 1channel.ch which by the by? BBC Sherlock go to hell stop being so awesome, and like..those tiny little flash games from armorgames. Which get really boring..really quick. Prompts would be lovely my dears as I lack the space to sit and thing about something with solid plot [I.E Invisospy and I'm not a bloody vampyre] t;dr: Yes MedicxHeavy Yes DemoxSoldier because his name is Jane and when they are both drunk I can see it being Demo's idea More prompts plox because I have nothing else to do and no time to work on anything with real plot
Okay, okay, I'll try bugging you with more creepy and specific prompts. Not actually for porn, but I want to see something with seasick Medic.
Two characters who can't stand each other end up cursed and in each-other's bodies.
>>107 If Zaroen doesn't mind. I sorta stole this prompt because I loved it. There's a link down here. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7713805/7/Team_Fortress_One_Shots
GASP! thefted! If you're gunna scoop one of mine you gotta leave one in return! Rules and all. I also rather liked it. Was cute! Spotted a few spelling mistakes here and there but over all, was pretty good
>>110 Okay then, Soldier Demoman- One teaching the other to overcome a fear of heights.
>>109 Aiee, thank you so much! That was just the sort of fluffy h/c short I was thinking of when I made the request.
For whatever reason, the Medigun and/or Respawn suddenly quit working so Medic is forced to rely completely on his doctoring skills to keep his team mates alive until the equipment comes back online.
>>113 This idea tickles me, I hope Lord Zayroen and Anon do not mind if I nick ideas for a long-term story. I would like to see it done as it's own prompt too though.
Come back to bump all my threads while I type up the stuff I wrote down in a notebook I then lost and finally found. See 'Lord Zayroen' grin like a dumbass and get all giggly. <--my night so far
I DON'T PISS ON PEOPLE SO Here is that..sort of watersports but not really because there's nothing sexual and I have no damn idea if this even makes sense fic I mentioned ages ago. I'll...just leave this here I don't even know. What do you guys think? No one in their right mind used -piss- as a weapon. So it stood to reason that the sniper was just crazy right? He hid in his little room and drank lots of decaf and pissed all day. There had to be more right? That's what he told himself as he started his little stake-out. It hadn't been easy, but he managed to get a few hours here and there in but the best times were after fights. Sniper had his van after all, so it was just a matter of finding part of the building to hide behind. It was here, watching the man sit outside and stare at the stars with a cold one that he realized what it was. Sniper didn't bathe in it or drink it or anything freaky. He just liked to piss, as in just the act. He had tried to figure it out himself but in the end he decided the best course of action was just ask. The first time he had just sort of walked up and asked, promptly got stared at and then told to fuck off before Sniper just walked away. It was to late though! He needed to know now and when he set his mind to something, he didn't let it go. So he began to follow him, asking whenever he had a change. In the morning before everyone else came in for breakfast. That time when they were the only ones in the showers after a battle, he'd gotten a black eye for that one. It was a game after a while, to get Sniper alone and ask. It came as a shock when he swung by to ask during that time Sniper sat outside with a beer that before he could even ask, Sniper told him to sit his ass down. After a brief pause, and a check of the chair, he slowly lowered himself and settled back in the reclining lawn chair beside the lanky man. Sniper clearly wasn't going to talk right away and after a moment of debating on just asking again, he settled back instead and snagged a beer. That's how they spent a good potion of the evening, just sipping beer and watching the stars come out. By the time Sniper spoke, he'd forgotten why he'd even come out. “Wot you wanna know for?†Sniper asked, gaze still locked on the skies. He's shrugged, fiddling with his can and shifting a little. “Just...something that confuses me so I want to know.†He eventually returned. “It is..you know...that whole fetish thing?†Of all the replied he had expected, a snort of laughter followed by 'I don't piss on folds if that's wot yer getting at' was not on the list. He stared as Sniper tugged his hat down some to block the line of the setting sun. “Looks loike ya ain't gunna leave me alone, so I'll tell ya but you go blabbing it an you'll regret it, understand?†He growled, not speaking until he got a quick nod. Satisfied, Sniper shifted into a sprawl before sighing. “I loike how it feels, when ya relax everything an jus let it go. S'not about the piss itself, it's...the release. Everything tingles and let's go. I'll bet ya dun believe me, but pissing on someone...that's jus messy and the smell stays. Dun want that.†Sniper looked up at the stars, face pensive. “Didn't really notice till ah tried this Jarate stuff. Bladders bigger so I piss more, maybe something changed after it but I don't recall enjoying the feeling. S'kinda like...right after ya wank off, when it's all fuzzy and tingly ya?†He looked over at his guest and chuckled at the somewhat dumbfounded look on his face. “Wot?†Shaking himself out of his little daze, he gave his head a real shake. “Nothing..just didn't expect...you know a real answer like that. I uh...never pay attention much when I..you know..go.†he said, tossing in a few awkward hand waves before rubbing the back of his neck. Sniper nodded and stood suddenly, stretching out his arms above his head before pushing his hat back with a thumb. “Wotever, jus quit following me.†He said and then was gone, door banging shut on the van. He sat there a moment before he stood, heading towards the base when he realized something. He had to piss.
bump for more prompts! and review on what I wrote because I want to know if I've just written trash or what
Well, about the watersports fic... I couldn't figure out who was who until the very end. Probably because they were both called Sniper without the RED or BLU addons. I found this one very strange, but enjoyable ,i guess. As per request, a request. Since some time I have found myself wanting to see more CBS and gentlespy, the latter being gentle / affecionate with the CBS and CBS finding that strange/uncomfortable/baffling etc. Anyways, good to see you again Zayroen.
hmmm does it seem like both were called Sniper? Shouldn't have been! How disappointing. Wonder why the person I got to read it over missed that! [shameless nudge for a real beta] Was SUPPOSED to be a nameless class following Sniper around till he got an answer. As for your prompt...CBS is Christan Brutal...Sniper yes? Or Spy? I never did figure out where all that came from! Anyone got a link or something to where I can read up on it? Also! Thanks Insecuriosity, nice to be back
>>120 I wouldn't mind beta-ing for you. We could always try and see if it works out. A nameless class? Ah, I guess that's why I couldn't see who was following the Sniper around. I was just guessing the only person wanting to hear about Sniper's piss-fetish would be someone who also had something with piss. CBS is indeed Christain Brutal Sniper. Reading up on it isn't really possible since it's all from video's. There isn't much to go from to be honest, but that just makes for more freedom within your story if you ask me. This is the original Gmod video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iczmIosE4z4 And this is one with GentleSpy ( basically just a nicer than normal Spy with a fedora ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_WDuRQw2Ks&feature=related Hope to see you soon Zayro!