|1||Adult Request Thread Pre-emptive Strike||697||23 November 2011 04:52|
|2||Terrible dark fic (Soldier+Scout/Engineer) Noncon.||24||11 November 2014 06:53|
|3||Law & Order: BLU||41||8 November 2014 23:47|
|4||Looking for a fic?||2||31 October 2014 06:43|
|5||Any class and you?||186||30 October 2014 11:56|
|6||Wetter spots (Sniper x Engineer) WARNING WATER SPORTS||23||24 October 2014 23:02|
|7||Going out for Italian (NSFW Medic/Scout)||4||15 October 2014 09:18|
|8||looking for a fic, have you seen me?||1||30 August 2014 19:44|
|9||No title yet but Heavy and Medic horror/mystery story thing sort of idk||12||26 August 2014 13:16|
|10||find-a-fic||1||25 August 2014 03:12|
|11||Dove's Derpilicious Thread||51||17 August 2014 00:59|
|12||It Takes Three to Tango||24||4 August 2014 01:27|
|13||Request and taking requests||6||3 August 2014 19:04|
|14||Null Our Boor; or: Taco Run||36||3 August 2014 01:52|
|15||Want You to Want Me (Helmet Party)||15||16 July 2014 01:38|
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Okay, the newer one has already started to auto-sage. It's currently still on the front page but it has fallen past the line where we'll have to start clicking All Threads in order to see it.
Here is the link to it and the ones before it. Lots of great requests still in these!
I'm going to repost the two most recent ones from the most recent thread.
I know this is mostly requests for new stuff, but I haven't been here in a while and I'm having trouble finding an old fanfic. It was Engie x You, started with ambiguous-gender-ness and then had two endings, one for M and one for F.
This is a gift I'm working on for a friend, who basically requested two random classes from one team finding and violating one from the other during humiliation round. I'm posting it here because I used to lurk in the threads some years ago and I think it's sad the chan is dead. Set in Sawmill, if it was like... bigger. WILL CONTAIN NONCON AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.
Scout isn't afraid. He likes to think he doesn’t know how to be afraid anymore, and if he does, he sure as hell isn't going to let it show in front of his own teammate.
Red Soldier, it's the understatement of the year to say he's batshit insane, but he knows things, and Scout ain’t ever seen him afraid of anything.
Soldier's seen a lot of things, Soldier's done a lot of things Scout probably doesn’t want to know about, but he thinks he probably needs to know. If he's going to stay here, risking his ass for intel he doesn’t get to see and shitty pieces of desert and run-down buildings, Scout sure as hell isn't just going to sit on the sidelines and watch while his team hogs all the fun.
He isn't stupid. He knows fighting doesn’t stop when the winning team is announced. Once a team is declared winner, what's left of the other is usually scattered or sent to respawn – often by Scout's own barrel or bat. And he's been killed a great deal of times himself during humiliation round too,
There's nothing to do but run or kill after a match, and he figures that's what most of his teammates do.
But Scout isn’t stupid, and Scout sees a lot too.
20 Thank you, I'm glad it came off that way because I really was trying to make it as horrible as possible without going overboard with the violence.
21 Dunno. Some people have expressed an interest in reading more related to this story, so I might. I have a hard time leaving single fics alone.
I would really be interested in scout's mental aftermath of the situation. Does he regret what he did? Does he realize he likes that kind of power? Does he try it again? And you mention Soldier going off with other teammates, especially Medic. What are their reactions to that kind of situation? You've got me curious, and my vote is for continuation, if it matters at all.
[authors' note: we regret nothing.]
LAW & ORDER: BLU
EPISODE 0: PILOT
PART I of II
Anne the Cat Detective (The Dustbowl Horror; Disconnect; Howl, Dog; Entire Team Is Ladies)
Says the person not saging to someone that did sage (Unless they deleted their post and reposted with a sage).
I don't know how to sage/don't know how to recognize one. I was just trying to help.
To sage, just type "sage" into the e-mail box. You can tell a post is saged if the name text is black, and unsaged if the name text is green.
However, I'm personally glad you didn't sage, because I never would have found this wonderful fic without this bump, so thank you.
I was wondering if anyone knows the name of this fic. Basically what happens is Engineer joins and he finds out that none of the team members can touch each other (himself included). I guess the Administrator made it so nobody would fool around on the team. And Demoman and Engineer later find a way to work around that. It's been bugging me for awhile because I thought it was quite good.
I've been a thread stalker for a couple of months for a fanfic and I was wondering if there is anyone who can still make those kinds of fics now these days? If so, feel free to put it here.
Perhaps that person meant as in CBS x You.
I second the notion, though!
Yes, I had mentioned that I would like to see a CBS x Reader insert. I would just prefer a story to be written for a female reader. Personally, I like gender specific stories rather than gender ambiguous ones.
A small water sports ficlet, nothing too serious.
It all just sort of happened. Engie and I were just having our usual beer by the fire, he was strumming that worn down Gibson of his as I just sat back, enjoying the heat of the fire on my feet. Things had been slow, as usual. Small talk about the match of that day, how we hated the Spy and how we'd end him the next day. Our little talk shifted to more intimate things and before I knew it, Engineer had put his guitar down and took me in his lap. We kissed, small pecks at first as I gently ground down against him. We had done this kind of thing often, but lately, we just didn't have time or the energy for such shenanigans. But now we had. We kissed harder, I could feel his hands holding my ass, urging me to grind harder. I knew we'd both probably finish in our trousers, for things always went so fast after a certain point. My breathing became labored as my hips got a mind of their own. I could feel his erection against my own and I grabbed onto his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him harder. Moans escaped our throats, and he pulled me closer. My hands went up to pull off those goggles so I could see his gray/blue eyes, tip off that silly helmet of his to make us both more comfortable.
I could feel my pants straining, though not only because he caused me to be as hard as rock, but also because of the liters of beer in my bladder now. I groaned, shifting uneasily, trying to escape his grasp to get up and take a piss elsewhere. I might be into that kind of thing, but I wasn't sure about my Texan mate and didn't want to force it on him, not even by accident.
"Mate...I need to take a piss." I tried to get him to let me stand, but his hands only gripped my ass firmer and bucked up into me. "Shhh." he had hushed me and began to whistle lowly. His eyes clouded with lust and his lips dry. I could feel my belly protesting about keeping my urine inside for so long. "I'm serious!" I tried to break away, but it was too late. When I rose my hips to stand, I lost control of myself and within seconds, a warm w
I never thought I would enjoy reading water sports this much. Must be Sniper/Spy thingy. I do wish you're planning to give us more with these two. It's way too underrated.
Oh, I didn't even see you replied there! I'm so sorry.
I've been quite busy with this and that, so I didn't really get the chance to write anything.
Maybe you guys could give me a prompt or something? Get my creative juices flowing again?
What a great lack of Medic/Scout we have here. Let me fix that.
One foggy evening, after the now mundane events that happen in Teufort on almost a daily basis, Scout had returned to his room after a long tiring day. He was aroused and hungry but did not know which need to satisfy first. Scout suddenly gripped his mini man-pickle and began growling as he tugged furiously. Then, a huge whiff of spaghetti came to his nostrils. The smell over came all, and he had the urge to follow the scent while still masturbating. Flustered, he poked his head out the door and the smell became potent. He couldn't resist it any longer. He had to get the spaghetti. Scout blundered about with his hands on his wiener, blindly trying to follow the scent until he came to Medic's lab.
Nervously, Scout pushed the door open and found the place was seemingly deserted. However, this was not the case, as the door suddenly slammed shut behind him while he was still jerking off. Then, before he could look behind him, he felt someone forcefully grab his slick unclothed cock from behind. To his surprise, it felt really slimy and soft. Scout looked down. The hand around his wiener was warm and full of spaghetti. Scout heard a growl in his left ear followed by a harsh familiar voice.
"I vas wondering vhen you vould come around."
Scout felt so sexually frustrated but this was so fulfilling. Medic pushed Scout onto the Stretcher. He yelped and turned to look at Medic as he pinned him savagely. Medic crammed spaghetti into Scout's mouth directly from his crotch and panted loudly. Scout was overwhelmed and frightened but the sound of Medic gasping made him so aroused.
Medic continued to thrash his spaghetti violently into Scout's mouth until he could not breathe. Spaghetti sauce began erupting from Medic's genitalia as noodles slapped against Scout's face and overflowed out of his pants.
"Ja, you like mein big spaghedick, don't you herr Scout"
I have absolutely no idea what in the world is going on here.
This pleases me in some way I cannot possibly understand.
Personally, though, I'd change "Ubermensch" to "Uberspaghetti" or some other stupid pun.
Ah, the wonders of modern medicine. Where can I get me some spaghejizz?
the story is scout x sniper, and it's Scout's first time with a man. He goes to confess his possible homosexuality with sniper, and they end up grinding naughty bits together in Sniper's van.
I've crawled through the archive several times, and I don't know that I'm just missing it or if it's gone. Could someone help me out?
This has been on tumblr for a bit now but I felt like posting here because a) why not and b) I would really love some more constructive criticism and feedback to improve future parts, ass I've never written anything like this before and hey, I'm no teratomarty.
plus I've never used the chan even after being around the fandom for a year now, I figured it was high time I tried.
The NSFW aspect is played down, this isn't porn with out plot so much as plot with a bit of fisting at the beginning and possibly some future blowjobs on the horizon
Warnings for fisting, a hint of badsex and major character death.
Here's the first part, anyway.
It was a full moon, appropriately enough, when it all began. Every window in the BLU base was open in surrender to the desert heat and allowing the moonlight’s bright majesty to live and breathe within it. Every mercenary already asleep went without a cover or his night clothes, and every mercenary still awake was down to his vest and shorts and attempting to cool himself off with a drink in the rec room. All, that is, except for Heavy and Medic, who were sweaty, sticky, completely naked and so very much enamored with each other.
Okay, so this is officially abandoned. Expiration Date took all my headcanons for respawn and how it works and can be hypothetically used, stomped on it, set it on fire, then danced in the ashes. I can't think of a way around it. So, to make up for that a little bit here's a little bit from a little further down the plot. Apologies for the sad.
He exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, seeming to revel in the simple sensation of being able to move, to feel. Every shift in the air was amazingly poignant against his skin; each caress of the wind on his face like a callous, icy hand. He had such a smile of pure contentment on his face that Heavy found it difficult to look at him.
“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. It was without emotion, a simple honest statement. Heavy finally found the courage to look upon that handsome face. His skin was waxy, almost translucent, displaying the intricate array of blood vessels under the surface. His uniform was bloody and disheveled, his hair miraculously still perfect, and his gloves were absent.
“How can I, Doktor?” Heavy replied at last. “How can I possibly understand ?”
“Without experiencing it for yourself? You can’t.” He let in another breath, feeling every strand of muscle fiber between his ribs contract to allow it into his body. He opened his eyes. They were milky and clouded, the moon behind Heavy’s head reflected beautifully in them. Heavy tried, oh how he tried to find some trace of the man he knew before in them, but he saw nothing.
“I feel… simplified,” the German before him explained, “like I have been drained of all I was before and have become something …else.”
I've been lurking on and off this site for a few months...first time commenting. I love your story and it's a shame you've scrapped it, even with the respawn inaccuracies that honestly don't matter to me. I can't find anything wrong with it at all, frankly...and I'm actually clinging onto the hope that you'll change your mind and carry on.
I remember reading a fic focusing on the scout and his pet (baby) tentaspy. The scout came into his room after a long day and fell asleep and the tentaspy got out of its tank and tentaspyxscout ensues. if anyone knows what fic I'm talking about, pls link it to me, or even post it on the thread, I don't mind either way.
Overall Plan: This thread will be where I dump random, hopefully shorter shit! I have way too many different threads on here and I'm going to try and consolidate by only posting new stories into this thread once I've completed them. I'm hoping it will also be an incentive to actually complete some of the stories I've started recently.
However, I can't claim any real quality. There are some amazing authors here and I'm not one of them. But I like to think if I work at it, I might become moderately worthy at some point.
I used the following prompts and some of my own prompts, as well as the many general requests for some classcest that I keep seeing.
I usually don't bother making requests in these threads, but you know what? Fuck it.
I'd like if somebody wrote some straight Engineer porn. The lady is up to the author. I just like to picture him as a very romantic guy in the sack and I'd like to see him treating a lady right.
In the normal game, when a team wins, most of the time they can charge in and kill any member of the losing team they find. Well, I want to see a fic where, instead of that, when the winners catch a losing team member, they can pretty much do whatever sexy thing they want to them as a reward.
Dove I love you, a lot. I was looking at the board going 'I havn't done anything TF2 in ages..I should read something but what?' then I saw your thread and was all very happy! I love the TF2bugs, ssooo much you don't even know! That DemoEngie fic is also very good! At first I was like hm..well this is new...not sure if like. But I do, a lot heh. I also feel all write-y myself which is awesome! All in All, good to hear you've been feeling better and keep up the awesome work!
Although this thread is most likely dead, I just want to say that I enjoyed each and every story in it. I really did.
Dove, you are awesome.
This is a Spy/Engie/Spy porn fic. Very little plot, less dialogue. Concrit welcomed.
Requested (and betaed) by jeffian
Friday’s battle looked like it was going to end in a stalemate. Neither team had managed to capture the other’s intelligence even once. The Engineers had been extremely aggressive and creative with their placement of sentries and teleporters. Whenever a Spy or Scout managed to get to the briefcase, a Soldier or Demoman seemed to come from nowhere to shut them down completely. And it seemed like you couldn’t take a step without running face first into a minigun or flamethrower.
RED Engineer chanced a glance at his watch. There were less than ten minutes to go in the day’s battle. He had spent the last half hour or so planted behind his level 3 sentry in the Intelligence Room, guarding the briefcase. If he could hold out for a few more minutes, at least his team wouldn’t lose. He slipped his pocket watch back into the bib pocket on his overalls and waited, counting down the last few minutes in his head. With the exception of a BLU Scout that managed to get halfway across the Intelligence Room, Engie didn’t see anyone from the BLU team as he set himself up to run out the rest of the clock...
He was drumming his fingers idly on the back of his sentry when RED Spy darted in slightly injured, with the BLU Pyro in hot pursuit. Spy dove behind the Engineer just as a rocket made quick work of the Pyro. “What happened, Spah? Ah thought you were making one last run for BLU’s briefcase.”
“I was,” Spy said bitterly, brushing dust off of his suit. “I would ‘ave gotten it too if ze boy hadn’t run directly into a sentry just as I was sneaking into zeir intelligence room. A stray bullet decloaked me and I retreated, right into ze waiting arms of zat mumbling abomination. I barely got away with my life and most of my suit intact.” Spy lit a cigarette to calm his nerves. “Hopefully ze boy and ze Soldier ‘ave better luck than I did.” As the Spy exhaled smoke through his nose, the telltale sound of electricity crackling filled the air as
Okay, I actually have continued this after forever. I hope it's not too sloppy.
Thigh to Thigh and Cheek to Cheek (BLU Spy/RED Engineer)
As the two men drove back to base in Engie’s pickup, the BLU Spy rode in the passenger seat instead of hidden in the bed of the truck. Both of them had downed a few more beers than they really should have, especially in the company of the enemy, but alcohol had a way of making a fella forget common sense. As the truck bumped along over the uneven ground, the buzzed Engineer noticed with a start that the Spy’s hand had settled on his thigh and was moving towards his crotch, nimble fingers tracing small circles against his leg. “Wha-what’re ya doin’?” Engie stammered hoarsely, gaze flicking between the gloved hand and the road leading back to base.
The Spy casually blew a stream of smoke out of his mouth and pitched his cigarette butt out the window. “What does it feel like I’m doing, mon petit?” His hand slid higher up the Engineer’s strong thigh before finally settling against the slowly swelling bulge between his legs. He gave the hardening member a light squeeze, the sound of leather rubbing over denim seeming impossibly loud in the charged silence between them.
The shorter man could only grip the steering wheel more tightly as he forced himself to concentrate on the road and ignore the sudden tightness of his pants. He clenched his teeth against a soft groan, shifting in his seat as he tried to move away from the skilled hand and towards it at the same time. “Ahhh… dammit…”
As they came within sight of the base, the Spy smiled at Engie. “Well, it wouldn’t do for me to be seen going into your base wizh you. It would be best if I wasn’t seen, non?” With that, he ducked his head down, not towards his own lap, but toward the Texan’s. His thin fingers unzipped the fly of the Engineer’s overalls, freeing his throbbing erection from his unbearably confining shorts. He hadn’t had a chance to admire the weight and neat appearance of the Engie’s penis during their first tryst, but he could now. Puberty hadn’t given the man much height, but he wa
this is hot in so many ways like
crossfaction is always hot
but crossfaction engi/spy
I realize there's already a request thread, but my mobile can't load the entire page.
Basically, this is where I request something from you and I do my very best to fill yours.
Now honestly, I'll understand if I get zero replies because this site is very slow with activity and my plot ideas are kinda weird.
• Manncest, or more specifically, Blutarch Mann x Redmond Mann. I did post this idea in the request thread, but I am unsure if that thread got deleted or died. In this request, I'd like it to be the younger Manns being more friendly when they're young, with incestuous affairs like fucking in the garden in their mansion before dinner, or spending more time with each other than their assigned lady-friends. Then their falling out happens after their father dies, in which one another attempts to reconcile with each other but ends up making it worse, causing their hatred for each other. This could go into AU territory where they share the land and live happily ever after or they actually manage to have a child in their old freakish age. Have fun with this one.
• Scout/Soldier. I like the young, brash kid with the older, not necessarily smarter older man. It could be Fem!Scout or regular, but fluff and awkward flirtatiousness would be awesome. Probably drunk sex as well.
• Soldier/Spy. Could be cross-faction or same team. The Spy could impress the Soldier with his blunt brutality when pushed to his limits, which results in rough sex.
• Engie/Spy. BLU Engineer finds a Stitched Saboteur lying on the ground at Teufort and fixes it up and brings it to the battlefield. The RED Spy is flattered by this and finds the Engineer later after the battle for some fun. Challenge: Incorporate aphrodisiacs and/or drunken dub-con.
Well, since it's their own thread, it seems like an acceptable bump this time around. If after a while there's still no response wanting to do a fic trade though (that seems to be the goal here), probably best to let the thread die. Was worth a shot, after all.
My On the Road/TF2 pastiche.
I first startarted bumming around with Scout a few years after the war ended and a few before war ended which was never a war, , and this was long before I realised that neither war really had a beginning or an end and that all of them just ran into eachother, willrun into each other til the end of time, but more about that later. Scout had decided that night he was “just stahvin for a taco” and I had to reflect that sentiment. We were both coming down and Scout was certain that he was the fitter of the two of us to drive, I could not object. He had only done “just a little speed and some mescaline.” “Where'd you get mescaline?” “Where I get mescaline.” That's when I knew I would never get a straight answer out of him for anything, as if I ever wanted one. We left and very shortly I knew we wouldn't just be getting tacos. “I need to see the Medic,” he said and gave me a cheeky bloody wink and while we were driving he told me about his awesome life: running, literally, from one girl to the next high, to the next girl to the next high, to a few men in between, mostly for the money. “I'm the fastest hand in Boston!” I believed him about that mostly business and I didn't question him further on it. We arrived at Medic's place and before the engine stopped, Scout had bounded over the carhood and was screaming into the building's intercom, “I'M HYEAH TA BUY!” We were buzzed in. While dazed and lumbering halfway up the steps, he'd already reached his destination but immediately raced back down to intercept me, “Come on, old man, you're holding up the mission!” “Gwaawn, I'm not that much older than you!” “You are.” “You just seem young cause you still act like a teenager.” The door opened. “Aw, gawddammit!” “C'est le plus plaisir de vous-rencontre, aussi. You've brought another friend, I see.” “Saloooo!” I called out. A plain, unmasked face suddenly appeared and I was taken aback, we
“Try to remember the worst thing you’ve ever done. You needn’t tell me.”
“Yes. What now?”
“Do you associate this event with a choice or a compulsion?”
Medic considered this briefly. “There was a clear sense of urgency, as best it can be described with respect to discretion.”
“With respect to discretion, were the rules of ethics or morality suspended in this moment of indiscretion if your act was so compelled?”
Medic answered very carefully, “It feels as if yes and no could be correct in the same instant.”
“That is the essence of post-modernism this goes for science as well as art. Heisenberg discovered what literature has known for centuries; objectivity is the least objective of all experiences.”
“And now empiricism has to be re-examined? Along with logic and simple arithmetic, I can go back to testing a person’s humors, supposedly?”
Admittedly, any biped with a marginally acceptable sense of ethics could have done that job. At this thought, the medic mused at the irony of how stressful and simultaneously simple the task of keeping everyone alive actually was; it was easier to decide on whom to take a bonesaw, to be utterly, gracelessly honest. Musing further, he concluded that this conflict encompassed the ultimate endgame of evolution; save the world at the pull of a lever, and pull enough times to nearly kill you. Forever.
It used to be that a life could be measured by the scars incurred, a document of times passing, but now everything can so easily be smoothed over. Each little meaningless resurrection. The first law of thermodynamics. All that can be is either being or becoming and it's all mostly emptiness; each unique arrangement of particles determines what bounces, bends, breaks or binds; all of it waiting for oblivion. I v prakh vozvratish'sya. “Knives, knives to grind,” he hummed.
The sniper quit the loo to stumble upon a line, the faces of those waiting ranged from dismay to bemusement. Well, I am allowed to use a toilet, aren't I? Even if, admittedly, at this point using a jar feels more natural. Reflecting further, he discovered a bizarre conjunction (and where it became a schism) between a duty (ignore the pun, s'il vous plait) and a right. The definition, the difference, depended purely on context and temperament. These are the choices: inside the tent, outside the tent; kindness or cruelty.
Spy felt an intrusion as he entered the bathroom. “Qu'est-ce que ça?”
“Himmy uh mah.”
“D'accord,” he complied giving the proposition only a brief thought. Before he could fulfill the request himself, a bare hand reached into the opening designated for his mouth, and feeling a strange, bare hand where any such contact had previously been infrequent generally, absent recently, his body involuntarily tried to graft itself onto the pyro's, commencing at the hips. He found it difficult to recover from this dizzying imbalance.
Even with the corporeal engulfment
Author's Note: Ooops. I was in the middle of the next part of SAWMAaS, and this came out instead. I'm not even sorry. I debated between using Engie's canon name or not, and in the end I decided that Dell was just too adorable of a name not to use.
A clink and a hiss heralded the opening of his second BLU Streak, and Dell raised the bottle to his lips with a grin. Nothing else could quite get the grit and dust out of his mouth after a battle like that, and he could already feel the rigors of the day dissipating as the alcohol slid coolly down his throat. Beside him, Solly sipped at his drink quietly, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. But that suited the Texan just fine, and he set his beer aside to pick up a pencil instead, scribbling out a few ideas he’d worked out earlier in the field.
Like so many nights before, it was just the two of them in his workshop. He had offered to let the brash military man pick the night’s music, and he’d lingered, unsure, before settling on the “most manly looking one” - luckily, Johnny Cash was the engineer’s personal favourite, and he laughed, setting the needle to the record. He wasn’t quite sure when he’d started allowing the soldier into his space, but he had, and found that if he looked past all the posturing and grumbling, he could be a fairly amiable. After a time, they’d even settled into an easy kind of friendship, enjoying each others company as they shared the contents of his cooler and the only seat in the room.
Normally, the music simply served as white noise. Dell knew the words to every song on every record he owned, and the soldier couldn’t be bothered to worry about sissy men singing about their feelings and lost dogs. But that night was different. Somewhere between the third and fourth verses of “I Walk the Line”, Solly turned to face the engineer, with the oddest expression Dell had ever seen. He’d been so quiet, listening to the song with the same intensity that ruled every action he took, that if it hadn’t been for the weight and warmth his shoulder leaning against his own, he would have forgotten t
Helmet Party fics always get me hard, but this one really stands out. Great work.
Could you not? This thing hasn't been updated for 2 years.
Put 'sage' in the email field next time or I'll seriously slap a bitch.