oh man ive been dying to see some new spy engie and aaaah these new fics are great thank u

Yessssss. Whoever made that last prompt is my hero.

a quickie

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Medic swirls his tongue over the head of Heavy’s cock, pulling back and smiling slyly when Heavy’s fingers tighten their grip on his head. The larger man is seated on the bed, back against the wall, and Medic is kneeling on the floor between his knees. Not an ideal position for the doctor’s back, but it is worth it to see the unabashed lust in his lover’s eyes when he looks up at Heavy through his lashes. He chuckles coyly, gathering saliva on his tongue and slathering it over the younger man’s pink cockhead, then slurping it up noisily.

“Oooh, Doctor,” Heavy moans, and his slow, deep breathing starts to speed up. His hips thrust shallowly as Medic takes more of Heavy’s thick cock into his mouth, working the shaft and balls with one hand. He goes as deep as he can and gags and Heavy shudders; a full-body tremor that Medic takes as encouragement when Heavy’s hand shakes against the nape of his neck.

Medic sucks him off sloppily, loudly, making little sounds of appreciation at the feel and taste of his lover’s pulsing cock. He starts to move faster, taking the other man deeper and deeper into his throat, and Heavy can barely hold on, trying with all his might to keep himself from letting go and just fucking the doctor’s mouth. When his vocalizations become frantic, Medic pulls back and uses his hand to jerk Heavy off quickly, and the giant roars with his orgasm as he spurts cum over Medic’s face and hair and glasses. Medic smiles up at him, resting his cheek on his lover’s bare thigh.

“Do you feel better, Liebe?” he asks, still stroking him slowly, feeling the tiny contractions still working through his muscles.

“Much,” Heavy grins lazily back at him, and drags him up for a loving kiss.

aaand for something different, demo/scout:

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Of all the members of RED team, Scout was the worst at holding his liquor.

He didn’t vomit, thankfully, but very little tended to go straight to his head, and he’d often end up a little… handsy.

For the most part, it was a tolerable annoyance to many of his teammates. Whoever he sat beside in their evening revelries would become his temporary snuggle-buddy. Heavy would tolerate it good-naturedly, laughing and patting his smaller teammate on the back. Medic would elbow Scout off if he got too close, and Spy would give him a look so withering Scout didn’t even bother with him. Sniper was awkward about it at first, but grew to appreciate the heat of another body beside him, even if it was just friendly. Pyro would giggle as Scout used their suit like a giant pillow, and Soldier would sit with his arms crossed, not moving an inch until Scout decided to move. Engineer reacted much the same was as Heavy, treating Scout like a son or a little brother who had had just a little too much.

Demoman was a different story.

The Scot was by far the drunkest member of the team at all times, and when Scout happened to plop down beside him for the evening, it was a sight to behold. Both men would drink and sing and wrap their arms around each other, giggling. Their teammates would laugh at their antics until either the novelty wore off or they became too tired to stay. On those nights, Demo and Scout were often the last ones left around the campfire, still singing softly songs that neither of them really understood.

With no more audience and no more inhibitions, their hands would often wander. Drunk, lonely, and horny, their songs would fade to muffled laughter as Scout pressed his face into Demo’s neck, kissing softly, and Demo would wrap his arms fully around the smaller man, comparing him playfully to a “wee lass”. Scout would punch him jokingly in the arm, and it would descend from there.

They kissed until the embers of the fire burned low; Scout sitting across Demo’s lap, snickering at the way his beard and mustache tickled when his lips strayed. Demo grinned against him, single eye closed in simple pleasure, his hand sneaking below Scout’s T-shirt and over the smooth skin of his back. When his hands moved around to the front of the younger man’s chest, Scout moaned into his open mouth, pushing his hips closer to the Scotsman’s.

“Easy, lad,” Demo mumbled, moving his hands back down to Scout’s waist. “Don’t wanna do nothin’ you’ll regret.”

“Ain’t gonna regret it,” Scout huffed, trying to break free from Demo’s grip. “C’mon, please.”

“Come back to me when you’re sober,” Demo teased, squeezing him lightly.

“You’re awful,” Scout pouted, but relented, falling back into just kissing again. Demo laughed against him. Maybe, one day, Scout would come to him sober, and he would be ready for it, but for now, he was more than content with just fooling around.

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There’s a knock at Demo’s door around 10. Unusual for this time of night, but he looks up from his formula for a new kind of sticky bomb and calls for the visitor to come in.

Scout looks in hesitantly, standing in the doorway. “Hey,” he says, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“Evenin’, lad,” Demo replies, unable to suppress his excited grin.

“You said, uh, to come back when I was sober.”

“I did.”

There’s silence for a few moments, and then Demo chuckles, rich and deep. “Well come in, boyo, come on.”

Scout nods, his ears going red in embarrassment. How hard is it to enter the room? Just go up to him, talk to him, he wants this too. The Bostonian fights back the “geeze” on the tip of his tongue and manages to walk all the way to where Demo’s sitting and stand in front of him.

Demo casts his eye over Scout’s body appreciatively. “I dinnae think you’d actually come,” he admits, though he’s still grinning. He puts a hand on Scout’s hip, and Scout puts his own hand over it.

“I wanted to. I just.” He bites his lip. “I feel fuckin’ stupid for sayin’ it, but the alcohol makes it easier. I ain’t no chicken or nothin’, but this is just. It’s different, you know? I never been with an older guy.” His cheeks are bright red now, and Demo pulls him closer.

“You’ve been with younger lads, though?” he teases, and Scout shifts uneasily on his feet.

“Guys my own age. Just foolin’ around and stuff. Nothin’ serious,” Scout sighs, then realizes what he’s said and looks away. “Geeze, I feel like a goddamn virgin over here.”

Demo laughs again, putting a hand on the back of Scout’s neck. “No judgment here, lad,” he reassures softly, and Scout gives him a half-smile. With the encouragement of soft pressure from Demo’s hand on his neck, Scout leans down to kiss him.

In seconds they’ve moved to Demo’s bed, and it’s like when they’ve been drinking, with Scout straddling the older man’s hips and Demo running his hands over Scout’s thin body; and it’s different, without the tang of alcohol and with the added self-awareness. Demo can tell Scout is nervous; he’s more hesitant here than he is by the fire, and his hands shake the smallest amount. Demo does his best to calm him, stroking his back and kissing his neck, making sure to let his mustache tickle just enough to get the younger man to laugh. Once he does, Scout relaxes considerably, pressing himself full-length against Demo’s body.

The Scot grins against Scout’s skin and lets his hands wander down the younger man’s back and settle on his rear, giving it a firm squeeze. Scout moans, scooting down to kiss him again. Demo’s touches become more appreciative, testing the taut muscles and feeling them quiver under his touch. Scout is impatient, though, and rolls his hips firmly against the older man’s.

“Eager,” Demo teases, sliding his hands up and then down underneath Scout’s pants and underwear, squeezing his bare ass. “What d’you wanna do, lad?” he whispers.

“I wanna… f-fuck,” Scout groans, torn between embarrassment and desire. Demo slips a finger into the cleft of his ass.

“Got no slick here. D’you?”

“Shit, no,” Scout frowns, mentally cursing himself for not thinking of it.

“It’s alright,” Demo soothes, “I got another idea.”

They undress quickly, and Demo guides Scout onto his hands and knees in front of him. “Press your legs together,” he directs, and Scout does as he’s told. “Aye, that’s the way,” Demo sighs, admiring the muscular ass before him, swearing to remember to nick some lubricant from Medic next time he’s in the infirmary.

One large hand massages Scout’s firm ass, then draws back to smack it. Scout cries out, about to object, but then moans when the sore spot is rubbed tenderly. Smiling at the red mark he left, Demo spits into his palm and slicks up his cock, sliding it between Scout’s legs.

It is a strange sensation to Scout; not outright pleasurable, but not unpleasant either. Demo is certainly enjoying himself; his hard cock rubbing against Scout’s perineum and cockhead stimulated by sliding against the younger man’s balls. Demo makes up for any doubts Scout has, though, by wrapping one hand around the younger man’s cock. Scout whimpers, moving his hips counter to Demo’s rhythm, keeping up a relentless pace. Demo cries out every so often and strikes Scout on his rear. Each time he does, Scout moans in pleasure, previously unaware of the joys of mixing pleasure and pain. It isn’t long before the novel sensations and intimate contact after extended periods alone overcome them and they both spurt thick white cum between Scout’s legs, making a mess of Demo’s bed. They don’t care, though, collapsing against each other sweaty and sated, breaths heaving until their hearts can catch up.

Demo pulls Scout onto his side and spoons him against his chest, brushing aside damp locks of hair to kiss his neck.

“Was it worth waitin’?” he murmurs against soft skin. Scout smiles.

“It was worth more than that,” he grins, turning his head to kiss his new lover one more time before they both drift to sleep.

Mmmhhhhmmmmmmmm......

Oh, oh geeze. Yes, that was really nice. Hot and sweet and unf. There is never enough Demo/Scout.

Next act: Demo and Scout have more sex!
But first, I have to clean my keyboard.

We need more demo/scout
And more demo/everyone

Yesssss, my intercrural request? That was awesome, and some well-deserved Demo love too! Yum.

>>90 i did not know it had been requested, but im glad to have written something someone had been looking for!

and thanks guys :)

Wow, that was nice. And it was charming to see how sweet Demo was about it.

thank you. and people like lesbians right? lesbian heavy/medic for y'all:

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Soft. That was the word that came to mind immediately when Heavy thought of her Medic. Soft eyes in the dim of their bedroom; soft sighs and gasps as she arched her back; soft hair around her vulva; soft skin between the folds of her legs. Heavy smiled as she threaded her fingers through the graying hairs, her great thumb pressing into wet, pink skin and nestling against the bulb of Medic’s clitoris, sliding against it and drawing one of those sweet, low moans from her lover.

“Heavy,” she calls, her voice nearly a whisper, and Heavy smiles up at her, knowing what she needs. A kiss to her inner thigh, to her mons, to her belly and breasts, and then she is stretched out beside the older woman, their tongues tangling together as Heavy sneaks a finger inside the doctor.

Medic groans into the other woman’s mouth and one arm reaches out to grip the Russian’s massive bicep. Her nails dig into taut skin, but Heavy only laughs, circling her thumb over her lover’s clit. Soon, Medic’s hips are bucking uncontrollably, and every muscle in her body clenches and relaxes, over and over, and she barely notices the dampness of Heavy’s blood under her fingernails as she collapses in boneless bliss.

Heavy lay beside her as the doctor caught her breath, placing short kisses over her cheeks and chin and watching her chest rise and fall. Medic merely smiled, eyes closed as Heavy’s hands continued to rove her body, extending her afterglow. “I love you, Doctor,” Heavy breathed against her ear, and Medic opened her eyes and turned toward her, cupping the shaved head in her hand.

“I love you too, meine schöne Liebling,” she replied, pressing long kisses to the younger woman’s lips. After a long a while, she pulled away and sat up. “Give me ein moment.”

Medic reached under their bed and pulled out a plain, black, leather box. Heavy grinned slyly, shifting her hips in anticipation. “You like this, don’t you, Liebe?” Medic asked, watching Heavy as she slid a finger seductively down one edge of the box.

“Open it, Doctor,” she said breathily, leaning closer to her lover.

With one final glance at Heavy’s excited face, Medic unclasped the gold latch on the case, opening it to reveal its contents: a ridged black dildo, black leather harness and a tube of lubricant. Carefully, Medic removed the tube and set it aside, then picked up the toy, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and stroking it.

“Do you want it?” she asked coyly, the moonlight from the window reflecting off the shiny black surface and her smooth breasts.

“Da, Doctor,” Heavy moaned, already moving to lie on her back, “please.”

Medic licked her lips, then set the box back on the floor and set about putting on the harness, slipping her legs through the straps and then pulling them tight to keep the toy just above her clit. She took a moment to show it off, stroking herself slowly, then climbed back onto the bed, crawling between Heavy’s spread legs.

“Do you want it,” Medic asked again, her breath coming faster. She had already picked up the lube and was about to pour some onto the dildo.

“Please, Doctor,” Heavy whined, wrapping her legs around Medic’s waist, “I want you inside me.”

“Gott, you look so beautiful right now,” Medic murmured, then used her hand to position the head of the toy at Heavy’s opening and pushed slowly inside.

Heavy cried out immediately, pressing her thighs into Medic’s hips. Medic groaned, moving as gently as possible, stretching Heavy out so that they could get a faster rhythm going. Medic’s hands moved to her lover’s large breasts, massaging them and circling the nipples with the pads of her thumbs.

“Doctor,” Heavy whimpered, her thighs quivering as Medic increased the pace. She brought a hand up to tangle in Medic’s hair and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. Medic could tell the younger woman was getting close, and she was as well, stimulated by the friction of the harness against her and the feeling of being inside her lover, even if indirectly. Her legs started to get sore, though, and she shifted her hips, penetrating Heavy deeper.

“Gospodi,” Heavy panted, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back against the pillow, clinging desperately to Medic’s neck and shoulders. Encouraged, Medic moved faster, fucking Heavy as thoroughly as she could.

Heavy came with several harsh cries of “Doctor, yes, Doctor, please, oh God,” using her legs to pull Medic completely inside and stilling her movements. Medic gasped, feeling her own orgasm crash over her, muscles clenching in tandem to Heavy’s, legs and stomachs quivering against each other.

Medic finally pulled out a few minutes later, removing the harness and setting it on the nightstand beside the bed. With a sigh, she settled back down next to Heavy.

“I will clean that up in a little while. My legs are too sore right now. I do not know how the Mannsvolk do it,” she moaned, snuggling into Heavy’s side. The larger woman wrapped an arm around her.

“Am sorry, Doctor,” Heavy soothed, rubbing her lover’s arm.

“Oh, it is fine, Liebe. It is well worth it, to see you that way,” Medic grinned, turning to look up at Heavy’s face and bopping her on the nose. “Meine schöne Liebling,” she repeated, placing a kiss on her jaw.

“Moya vozlyublennaya,” Heavy replied, smiling sweetly and kissing the older woman properly.

Medic would probably fall asleep before she remembered to clean up, but that was fine with Heavy. She didn’t want to let her go, content to lie beside her like this forever.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I glanced at the description and saw "heavy/medic" first, and I thought, "Oh, okay, some good ol' fashioned mansex with everybody's favourite TF2 pairing--not the most exciting thing in the world, but it'll be a good read." And then I saw the word "lesbian" and almost choked on my food, and then the whole thing was just great, and, and yes. Always tf2 lesbians. Always. I thank you greatly for this.

Oh fuck, oh fuck yes I love lesbians. Beautiful. Very hot. Nnngh.

Unf. Oh yes. This was great.

thanks :) since y'all like lesbians, have some more:

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Heavy lies on her back on the bed, legs spread, knees bent. Medic kneels between them, stroking the soft skin of her thighs affectionately. She places gentle kisses on the stretch marks on the insides of Heavy’s legs, then moves further up to her vulva, already wet with anticipation. Breathing deep her scent, Medic buries her nose in coarse brown curls, nuzzling her mons and chuckling quietly to herself when Heavy’s legs give a ticklish jolt. She pulls back and smiles up at her, then turns her attention back to her body.

Carefully, she spreads Heavy’s labia majora with one hand and uses the index finger of her other to trace a line down the center of her pussy, delighting in the warm wetness coating it. Heavy writhes at the teasing touches, urging Medic on with soft moans. Medic takes the hint, and leans forward.

Slowly, she draws her tongue over her labia minora, starting at her vagina and licking up to her clit. Heavy gasps, the sound uncharacteristically high and girlish, and Medic smiles, knowing the woman only shows this side of herself to her. She rewards her by lingering at her clit, moving her tongue in small circles over the hood and poking underneath it for brief moments.

Heavy’s legs are already shaking, tensing around Medic’s shoulders. Medic knows exactly what her lover wants, and she gives it to her, sliding a finger inside her. Heavy makes high, keening noises and grips the back of Medic’s head with one giant hand. Medic moves her tongue faster as her finger slides deeper, searching for the spot she knows will make her lover come so hard she nearly passes out.

“Doctor!” Heavy cries when Medic finds her g-spot, her toes curling as the other woman massages it, making gentle circles on the spongy flesh. When she starts to suck on her clit too, it’s too much, and Heavy almost screams, pulling on Medic’s hair as her thighs shake and her vaginal walls contract around the finger still inside her. Everything stops for a moment as she catches her breath from her orgasm, then pulls Medic up for a kiss when the doctor withdraws her finger.

“You exhaust me, Doctor,” Heavy chuckles, holding her lover close. Medic laughs in turn.

“Then it is a good thing we have no battles tomorrow, for I may decide to exhaust you again.”

Not so fun fact: The g-spot does not exist.

>>98 Not so fun fact: what you said is, in fact, not a fact.

On a more pleasant note, I loved this. Really wonderful.

lol >>98 tell that to the female-bodied people ive given g-spot orgasms to

>>99 thanks

Seriously. It's not a concrete thing, like the prostate. There is no discrete anatomic entity there.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/19/g-spot-does-not-exist_n_1215822.html

I suppose the conclusion is not one-hundred percent, but it seems more valid to say there is no g-spot than to claim women have one.

>>100 No, thank you for making my day once again. I now seem to be unable to stop laughing.

>>101 gonna sound rude here but i dont care. i can find articles saying it does exist, and ones saying its still up to debate, but really. i. dont care. for some people with vaginas there is a spot on the vaginal wall that, when stimulated, causes powerful orgasms, and its usually referred to as the g-spot

shrug

>>101 Yeah seriously; a Google search for either "g-spot exists" or "g-spot doesn't exist" will turn up pretty much the same amount of results from reputable sources. Let's just focus on this fantastic fic instead of debating whether or not a fictional female version of a fictional Russian mercenary who exists in an alternate, impossible universe does or does not have an erogenous zone on her vaginal wall.

Okay, didn't mean to sound rude. I should have explained myself more in the first post. I just read a lot of science articles and remembered a new "development" in the debate some months ago and thought it was interesting.

And sorry, I forgot to include what a nice little bite-sized fic that was.

>>105 its okay it was just like... ??? oh well no hard feelings and thanks :)

seekrit fic cuz someone just liked it on dumblr and it made me laugh again

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It was dark in the infirmary, silent but for the occasional beep or hiss of machinery, and the quiet sounds of heavy breathing. Heavy had Medic pressed up against a gurney and was pawing insistently at his coat, having trouble unbuttoning it while preoccupied with kissing the older man’s neck.

Medic obliged him, removing his gloves, then his coat, then his shirt and tie. Tugging at Heavy’s clothing, the larger man managed to pull away long enough to remove his bandolier, vest and T-shirt. Smooth, bare chests rubbed against each other, and Medic moaned wantonly.

“I need you, kuschelbär,” Medic whined, grinding his growing erection against Heavy’s thigh.

“Da, Doktor,” Heavy obediently replied, and all but ripped their pants off.

Completely naked, Heavy bent the similarly nude doctor over the gurney and smacked his bare ass. Medic moaned again, his ass already getting wet for his lover. Heavy smiled down at the dripping brown eye, then stroked his love truncheon a few times to get it fully hard. Once it was, he plunged it deep into Medic’s ass-pussy.

“Oh mein Gott!” Medic cried, reaching back to kiss Heavy’s lips. Heavy kissed him back, tongues intertwining like sentient sea slugs. Heavy’s longdog hit Medic’s prostate over and over, and each time Medic cried out for more, harder, deeper, mein Russian lunchbox of love. Heavy obliged, fucking the shit out of the old German doctor.

Finally, and with multiple swear words in several languages, they came together, spraying cum like a firehouse; Medic’s over the clean white sheets and Heavy’s deep in Medic’s love tunnel. Breathing like they had just run ten marathons, they collapsed together, cradling each other in warm arms. Medic may or may not have been crying a little.

“What is wrong, Doktor?” Heavy asked, noticing his lover’s crystalline tears.

“It is nothing,” Medic insisted, wiping at his eyes, “just that… that was the most beautiful lovemaking I have ever experienced. Truly wunderbar, Liebling.” He smiled weakly, burying his face in Heavy’s broad chest.

“Da, was very beautiful,” agreed Heavy, and he fell asleep halfway through the cuddling.

okay heres something more serious

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“You dropped your handkerchief.”

The German stopped in his tracks, turning around and seeing a large, bald man holding out the delicate square of fabric. The light from the streetlamps gave him a kind of halo in the darkness of the city, and Medic cast an appraising eye over the other man.

“Danke,” he said as he took his kerchief back, stuffing it into the hip pocket of his coat. “Thank you,” he corrected himself almost immediately, remembering that he needed to speak English here.

“You are welcome,” the larger man replied, and Medic saw a glint of teeth in the dark. “You are German?” he asked casually, but Medic could see something in his face; some twisted desire, perhaps. The thought that this man may be judging his attractiveness sent a shudder though his body and straight to his groin.

“Ja, born and raised. I have only been here a few months,” Medic said conversationally. The larger man’s smirk grew wider.

“English is very good for such a short time,” he remarked, and Medic’s cheeks colored a little.

“I have been learning it for a long while. It comes with my profession,” he said defensively.

“Which is?”

Medic tapped his foot. This man seemed to enjoy watching him squirm. Was this a game? Was the man interested at all,or merely toying with him; making fun of him? He decided to make a gamble, and though the other man was impressively muscled, Medic carried a switchblade in his other pocket, and was quite skilled at using it.

“We are not far from my apartment. Would you like to discuss it over drinks?”

There was a definite flash of lamplight over the taller man’s canines. “Da,” the Russian said simply, and followed Medic as he continued down the sidewalk.

A few rows down and they came to a respectable-looking brownstone, and Medic opened the door, allowing the other man to go in ahead of him. They removed coats and scarves and hats, setting them on the rack in the entryway, and Medic led his visitor into a parlor furnished with dusty antiques and strange medical paraphernalia. The larger man eyed some of the objects warily as he sat down, looking as though he expected the two-headed calf in a jar to start moving. Medic chuckled silently to himself and pulled out a bottle and two glasses.

“Do you like brandy?” Medic asked, pouring as he spoke.

“Da, is good. And you can call me—”

“No no no,” Medic cut him off, holding out a glass to him, “no names. Here, drink,” he nudged the glass at the other man again, and the Russian took it, but did not drink. Medic did, laughing shortly as he sat down on the loveseat beside the other. “You picked up my handkerchief,” Medic grinned, leaning back and crossing his legs as he drank. “Surely you must know what that means.”

The larger man studied the glass in his hand, then took a long sip. “Cannot always be sure,” he shrugged, and then his predatory attitude from the street was back in a toothy grin and a hand on the doctor’s knee. Medic took the other man’s drink and put both on coasters on an end table, and then turned back to him, leaning in close.

“Come come, a man of my age, living alone in a place like this? Surely you must have guessed,” he chuckled, deep and husky, close enough that the Russian could feel his breath on his face.

“We do here?” the larger man asked, and Medic barked out a laugh.

“So eager,” he smiled, running a hand over the other’s thigh, his thumb barely grazing the inside, “I like it. But no, come to the bedroom.”

Standing, Medic grabbed the taller man’s hand and led him up the stairs, down a hallway past two doors and into a third. The bedroom was small and plainly furnished. The bed frame looked new compared to the furniture downstairs, though some paintings of flower vases on the walls looked older. Medic noticed him staring and shrugged. “Some old things from meine Großmutter. Ignore them. Sit,” he commanded, pushing gently on the giant’s shoulder for emphasis. The giant complied.

“So you like Germans?” Medic asked, unknotting his tie and draping it over the dresser, “what do you like about us?”

“You accent. It make me very… what is word? Hot,” the larger man confessed, and Medic moved close enough that the other man could put his hands on his hips.

“Oh, ja? Do you want me to speak the whole time?” Medic smirked, unbuttoning his vest. The taller man pulled him closer.

“I want to hear you scream,” he rumbled, squeezing Medic’s ass, “beautiful, profane things.”

“That can be arranged,” Medic smiled slyly, slipping off his vest and unbuttoning his shirt much more quickly, “provided that you please me.”

“Anything you want, as long as I hear that voice,” the Russian promised, pulling their hips together finally, feeling their growing erections through the layers of fabric. Medic chuckled darkly.

“First, I want you to get undressed.”

The larger man jolted, feeling silly for forgetting something so simple, but he was undressed down to his underwear in no time, and Medic reached out suddenly to grab the cock visible through the thin cloth.

“There is something in the way,” he whined, pressing himself into the other man’s body and nipping at his earlobe. The taller man shuddered, then reached down, undoing Medic’s belt and fly. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of pants and underwear, then pushed them down. Medic moaned open-mouthed against his neck at the feeling of his erection pressing into his temporary lover’s warm belly. He couldn’t help move his hips slowly against him, hissing at the feeling of coarse hair rubbing against his cock. “Almost there,” he encouraged, and the taller man pulled his own underwear off, his thick cock gently slapping Medic’s thigh once freed.

Medic slid a hand down the larger man’s chest and stomach, then slipped his fingers around the shaft of the other man’s erection. “Oh,” he sighed appreciatively, “big boy. I cannot wait to have it inside me.”

“Do not have to wait,” the other man growled, lifting Medic off of his feet and laying him down on the bed. Climbing on top of him, the larger man spread Medic’s legs and crawled between them. Their cocks rubbed together and Medic cried out.

“Wait,” he said hoarsely, “just a moment. In the drawer, to your left, condoms, Vaseline.”

“Da,” the Russian nodded, pulling out a small tub and a wrapped condom. He studied the package for a moment, comically small in his large hand. “Do we have to?” he begged, but Medic’s face was stern.

“Yes. I am a d—I mean, it is necessary. Bitte,” he said authoritatively, and the larger man pouted but unwrapped it and put it on, then smeared a generous amount of lubricant over his cock.

“Do you want?” he asked, teasing the doctor’s entrance with his cockhead. Medic moaned.

“Yes,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around the stranger’s neck.

“Want to hear you beg,” the larger man growled, and the sound went straight to Medic’s cock.

“Yes, bitte, please, please fuck me. I need your giant Russian cock in my German ass, please, pl—Gott!” He nearly screamed, stretching and spreading himself open as the Russian slid in easily, filling him in a way nothing else could. “Oooh, Gott, ja,” Medic groaned, wrapping his legs around the other man’s hips, urging him to start moving. He did, slowly at first, but soon picked up a relentless pace, fucking the doctor mercilessly.

“Say you like it,” the stranger rasped in Medic’s ear, and Medic gripped his shoulders painfully tight, digging his short fingernails into pale flesh.

“I love it, oh Gott, I love it. Fuck me with your fat cock, fill me up, oh Gott, bitte, Hea—”

The larger man turned his head to kiss Medic fully on the mouth, driving his tongue in deep. Medic could barely respond, so overtaken by pleasure at the feeling of the larger man hitting his prostate over and over. When the kiss broke, Medic’s head fell back and he cried out, cumming over their bellies. The larger man was not far behind, filling the condom, still thrusting into Medic even as it started to slip off. They stayed in that position for a few long moments, just catching their breath and hanging on to the last remnants of their orgasms.

Finally, the giant rolled to the side, lying beside the doctor. “Sorry,” Medic said softly, turning to kiss the other man on the cheek, “it was reflex.”

“Is alright, Doctor,” Heavy sighed, “I have said your name before. Is natural.”

“Ja,” Medic agreed, his eyes slipping shut.

“But… do we have to use condom?” he whined, lower lip stuck out in a childish pout.

“Yes, it is part of the illusion! What sort of strangers bareback it immediately?” Medic countered.

“The kind who fuck after seeing one time on street,” Heavy shot back, his pout becoming more pronounced. Medic groaned.

“Fine. We do it your way next time,” he acquiesced, rolling so his back faced his lover. Heavy took it as an invitation to spoon.

“And when were you going to tell me you put up your grandmama’s paintings?” he asked, his breath tickling Medic’s ear.

“I did not think it was important,” Medic grumbled, and Heavy laughed.

“I think they look nice,” he soothed, kissing the nape of the doctor’s neck.

“Danke,” Medic sighed, settling into Heavy’s strong arms.

“You are going to sleep, Doctor?” Heavy asked gently.

“Ja, it has been a long day and you have worn me out,” he smiled, and Heavy squeezed him affectionately.

“We wear each other out,” he amended. “Good night, Doctor. I love you,” Heavy whispered, kissing Medic’s neck.

“I love you too, mein Kuschelbär,” Medic replied, and within minutes, they were both sound asleep.

Oh my, that was hot hot hot and and it turned so sweet at the end. Lovely.

Have you ever thought of writing as comical sex scene as possible?

>>110 thats what >>107 is haha

Heavy rubbed his face along the thick hair that covered Medic’s chest, smiling as the strands tickled his nose when he took deep breaths of that scent that was uniquely Medic. His hands roved over the other’s torso, brushing his fingers through the trail of black curls that led down to his penis but not quite going all the way there yet, focusing on the doctor’s round stomach, tracing gentle circles over the warm skin.

Medic, for his part, humored his enthusiastic lover, wondering silently how anyone could be so enthralled with his unimpressive body, but he smiled all the same as Heavy kissed patterns over his pectorals and down to his abdomen, sparing a stray lick or nip when the spirit took him.

The younger man made his way down Medic’s body slowly, tracing every dimple, every old scar, every mole and freckle. He made a map with his hands and mouth, memorizing every perfect detail of his lover’s skin and muscle and fat. He kissed his belly button, down to the juncture of leg and pelvis, feeling the soft folds with his tongue. He covered soft thighs with giant hands, feeling the firm muscles under the sagging skin. He kissed a kneecap, relishing the small laugh Medic admitted when his fingers brushed the back of the joint. He followed the lines of calves down to long, thin feet and kissed the soles, rubbing the ball of one against his cheek, and looked up at last to see the doctor smiling down at him.

“Mein Geliebte,” Medic whispered, and Heavy smiled back at him, kissing the tip of each toe, taking the largest into his mouth and sucking gently; a foretaste of what was to come.

“мой возлюбленный,” he whispered back, and moved back up Medic’s body, settling into the sheets between his lover’s legs, no longer teasing as he bowed his head and took the doctor’s length into his mouth.

Medic cried out, full-throated and heaving with passion as Heavy sucked him. The German lifted his legs to place his heels on Heavy’s back, pressing into broad shoulders for leverage as he thrust shallowly into that wet heat, and Heavy met his motions with practiced grace, a rumble of contented laughter deep in his chest sending electric vibrations through Medic’s body to his very core.

Heavy’s hands did not stay still, clutching Medic’s thighs and moving up to squeeze his rear, sometimes pushing him up so that he could take his whole length into his mouth, not letting Medic pull back out until Heavy was satisfied with the sounds and the feel and the taste of him. Letting some of his saliva drip downward over the doctor’s balls to his perineum, Heavy scooped it up and used it to slide his finger inside his lover’s entrance.

That was all Medic could take. He fisted the sheets tightly as he came, spilling down Heavy’s throat as his hips bucked and stomach spasmed. Heavy took it all, swallowing still around the older man’s thick cock, tasting the bitter saltiness on the back of his tongue. When he sat up, watching Medic lie bonlessly catching his breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gathering whatever had dripped out.

The doctor looked exhausted, sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and hairy chest heaving as the high of his orgasm ebbed away. Heavy merely watched him for a long moment, his eyes soaking in the details of his face, wrinkles forming around his eyes and the corners off his mouth, round beads of sweat caught in the creases of his brow, eyelashes fluttering against his lower lids as he fought to stay awake. This Medic was so unlike the Medic of the battlefield, drenched in blood and maniacal laughter, but he was Medic all the same; the Medic only Heavy got to know, in the dark of their bedroom where their teammates dare not tread. He smiled to himself, to have such a beautiful secret.

“Come here,” Medic said finally, opening his eyes just a crack and holding his arms open for Heavy to settle into, and the giant did, stretching out along the doctor’s side and scooping him into his arms, holding him tightly, safe in his embrace. Medic shifted until he was comfortable, then buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck. Heavy listened to the gentle breaths that cooled his heated skin, and pressed his nose into the doctor’s hair, inhaling the familiar smell the older man took on whenever they were intimate. He smiled, placing a kiss to the spot.

“I love you, Heavy,” Medic mumbled, as close as he could get without being pulled inside him, “so, so much.”

“I love you, Doctor,” Heavy replied, lulled by the German’s even breaths, “more than anything in this world.”

Humiliating. That was the only word for it: naked, tied up, forced to kneel, her pert breasts pointed toward the ceiling and covered with angry red lines from being struck with her scantily-clad employer’s riding crop. Utterly humiliating.

And Miss Pauling loved every second of it.

“What did I say about using company surveillance for personal reasons?” the Administrator boomed, slapping the stiff leather against her gloved palm. Miss Pauling faked a wince.

“It’s against company policy, ma’am,” she recited, wishing she could push her glasses up her nose, but as her wrists were bound behind her back, she was out of luck. Helen smirked, enjoying watching her squirm.

“And what is worse than using surveillance equipment for personal reasons?” she hissed, her gloves cracking around her knuckles.

“Using it to watch one’s superiors,” Miss Pauling replied, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

“Watching them doing what?” Helen pressed, tapping one high heel impatiently.

“Undressing,” the smaller woman gasped out, a shameful blush covering her cheeks.

There was a sharp snap as the crop made contact with her left breast, and Miss Pauling cried out in surprise.

“And what were you doing as you watched, Miss Pauling?” the older woman intoned, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Touching myself,” she admitted quietly, looking at the floor of the control room.

“The technical term, Miss Pauling, and look at me when you say it.”

Miss Pauling’s eyes went wide, but she did her best to keep them focused on her boss as she whispered, “masturbating.” The Announcer laughed dryly.

“Was that enough?” she taunted, lifting her assistant’s chin with the tip of the crop.

“No,” Miss Pauling admitted, her cheeks and ears burning with her blush.

“What do you want instead?” Helen asked, leaning down closer to Miss Pauling’s pretty face. The brunette swallowed nervously.

“To touch you.”

“Be specific, Miss Pauling,” she chastised, pushing her backward a little with the tip of the crop. “You cannot use your hands at the moment anyway.”

“I want—” she fought down the blush that traveled down her neck, feeling the blood rush to regions below as she stated her desires. “I want to eat you out.”

Helen’s smirk grew into a wide grin.

“That, I can work with.”

Straightening back up, she stood with her crotch at Miss Pauling’s eye level, watching the younger woman’s arms strain against the tight rope at the subconscious urge to reach out and touch. Instead, Helen lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear and her already damp pussy. Miss Pauling licked her lips. Helen traced the crop gently across her cheek.

“Go on, then,” she ordered, and her assistant dove in.

The angle was very awkward, and not having use of her hands made the task even more difficult, but Miss Pauling was determined to do her best to please her lover despite the humiliating position. Tilting her chin upward, she nestled it between the older woman’s labia and sought out her clit with her tongue. The little bulb tasted musky, bitter and sweet at the same time, and she took it into her mouth, sucking gently as the Administrator’s hand tightened in her hair.

Labored breathing and wet smacking sounds drowned out the constant buzz of machinery in the small room, and soon Helen added moaning to the mix when Miss Pauling stuck her tongue inside her. The smaller woman was moaning too, getting off on her position; her utter surrender to such a powerful woman, and pleasing her.

Helen came soon after, curling her body over her assistant’s head, pulling her hair from the tie that kept it in a perfect flip. Miss Pauling shuddered and sighed as she felt her own peak, constantly amazed that she could reach it without being touched. No other lover had been able to do that for her.

But then, no other lover had fulfilled her desires, dark and twisted and demeaning as they could be, the way the Administrator had.

Absolutely wonderful, great pairing a shame we don't see more of it.

Oh yess this pleases me
I would much rather see Ms.Pauling in a more sensual relationship, but this was hot too.

heavy/medic/scout for my friend's birthday

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“Breathe, little one,” Medic crooned, running long fingers along Scout’s sides. The runner took quick, shallow breaths as his hands curled into fists on the sheets, trying his damnedest to relax as Heavy’s huge cock slid into him. “Breathe,” Medic repeated, kissing the tiny tears that formed at the corners of Scout’s eyes.

“I’m tryin’,” Scout said through gritted teeth. Heavy did his best to soothe him, rubbing one huge hand in circles over the youngest man’s stomach as he moved in and out of him. It seemed to help, and Scout let out a few soft moans to counter the pained grunts that had accompanied most of this exercise.

It was a learning exercise—Scout knew the older men to be in an intimate relationship, and, curious about his own sexuality, had gone to them for advice. What started as embarrassed conversation and gentle ribbing had turned into sensual exploration, until eventually the three of them wound up in the bed Heavy and Medic shared, naked and touching and explaining and learning. By God but Scout was learning.

“Maybe you shouldn’t’a started me out with freakin’ cockzilla, here,” the American joked, his eyes open just a crack as Heavy pushed further in. The Russian grinned, though, as he felt the smaller man open up. The way was easier now, and Scout’s breathing had become deeper. Medic could see the change in his demeanor as well, and decided to pay him a different kind of attention.

“Perhaps,” the German agreed, “and I can see the pain has left you wanting,” he reached down and fondled Scout’s limp penis, “but I can help with that.” He kissed his way down Scout’s hairless chest, smiling at the difference from Heavy’s. When he made it down to the runner’s pubic hair, he paused to look up at him. “It is meant to feel wonderful, and it will,” he promised, then bent back down to take the head of Scout’s cock into his mouth.

Scout bit his lip with his buck teeth, eyes going shut again and head tilting back against Heavy’s shoulder as he concentrated on the feeling of the doctor’s tongue, his hot mouth and practiced hands. He got hard rather quickly thanks to his youthful eagerness, and a loud moan escaped him as Medic took more of his cock into his mouth. When the head touched the back of the German’s throat, Scout screamed.

Heavy was quick to cover that scream with his lips, kissing the youngest man deeply as he began to thrust faster. Scout had to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath as the doubled sensation, the mixture of pain from being stretched and pleasure from Medic sucking him and Heavy hitting his prostate overwhelming him. His body couldn’t decide if it wanted to come or pass out, and as a result his muscles spasmed and jerked, and all he could manage was a strangled “too much, too much.”

Heavy pulled out, relieving much of the stimulation, and Scout was free to focus on Medic’s attention, lifting his hands from the sheets to pull on the German’s perfectly groomed hair. Medic took it as encouragement and sucked harder, wrapping his tongue around the shaft and taking him further into his throat. Scout bent forward, wrapping around the oldest man’s head, barely able to warn him before he came in his mouth.

Medic drew back with a satisfied smirk on his face, licking his lips before leaning up to kiss the dazed American. Scout returned it lazily, and was perfectly willing to be laid out on his back while he recovered from his orgasm.

Dimly, Scout could see and hear as Heavy turned his attention to his doctor, stretching him and fucking him until they came together. Scout scoffed quietly at how loud Medic moaned, obviously much more capable of taking Heavy’s giant cock without pain. He probably should have insisted Medic be the one to fuck him instead, but maybe, he thought, he could convince him to next time. If he could convince them that there would be a next time, that was.

The older men set about cleaning up after themselves, and Scout didn’t object when Heavy spread his legs and wiped a warm washcloth over his entrance. When things were tidy, Medic settled in on Scout’s left, and Heavy on his right. Breaths slow and eyes already closed, Scout smiled lazily as his lovers kissed his cheeks. “Thank you,” he mumbled, sighing contentedly.

“Do not mention it,” Heavy chuckled, draping an arm over the other men.

“Ja, it was a pleasure,” Medic agreed, lacing his fingers with the Russian’s. “Now get some sleep, little one.”

“Ain’t little,” Scout grumbled to laughter from the others, but he settled in all the same. “G’night.”

Now there's something you don't see everyday: Scout saying 'Thank-you!'
It was really nice and cute.

I'm a big fan of your entire thread actually. Your work always puts a smile on my face annnnd is also incredibly sexy. )I hope your friend enjoyed their birthday present!)

sunday morning

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Sunlight filtered through the drawn shades of Medic’s bedroom window, causing him to crack one eye open. Slowly he woke up, reluctant at first, but then he felt warm arms tighten around his torso.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Heavy rumbled behind him, voice hoarse from sleep. He kissed the German’s ear and neck, and Medic chuckled as the younger man pushed his body flush against his back and he felt the other’s morning wood.

“Still excited, are we, Leibe?” he teased, rubbing his bare ass against Heavy’s erection. The Russian groaned.

“Cannot help it, around you,” Heavy confessed, kissing at the nape of his neck.

“Then we should put that excitement to use, ja?” Medic breathed, nodding his head to the tube of lubricant still laying on the nightstand from last night, and Heavy grunted out a “da, Doctor,” before reaching over him to grab it, slicking up his cock, and pushing in.

Medic groaned pleasantly, opening easily for his lover. Heavy wrapped a massive hand around the doctor’s hip, and Medic placed his own hand over it, lacing their fingers together. When Heavy slid his other hand under Medic’s body to stroke his chest, the doctor drew it up to kiss each knuckle before letting it drift back down to tangle in his chest hair.

The pace was slow, as both were still groggy. Medic lifted a leg as Heavy slid his between them, gaining better leverage to thrust, in and out, each motion drawing long, satisfied sighs from the German.

“Oh, Heavy,” Medic moaned, “you feel so good. Oh, Gott.” He moved gently against his lover, enjoying drawing it out; being this close was a treasure, and it need not always be hard and fast. He kissed Heavy’s fingertips, laughing softly as the Russian tickled the back of his neck with his nose.

“I love you, mein Schatz,” Medic murmured, groaning as Heavy’s thick cock slid inside him again, rubbing against his prostate.

“I love you, moya golubchik,” Heavy replied, and with a gentle nip to Medic’s shoulder, he began moving faster.

Within a few moments, Heavy was pounding Medic’s ass relentlessly and both were crying out in ecstacy. Medic reached back to grab Heavy’s head with one hand, turning them both so he could kiss him until he was paralyzed with pleasure. Heavy moved the hand on Medic’s hip down to wrap around the doctor’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

They didn’t last long once it got intense, and Heavy felt hot cum dripping down his hand as the doctor climaxed, and felt rippling muscle contractions as he came deep in Medic’s ass. Heavy continued to rock his hips for a while longer, milking every bit of his orgasm as Medic clung to him desperately, panting for breath.

Heavy didn’t pull out once their afterglow began to fade; Medic wouldn’t let him, pulling his hips tight against him with one hand. Heavy had no complaints, content to keep spooning Medic for the rest of the day, if that was what he wanted.

“Now I do not want to get out of bed,” Medic whined, wiggling his hips slightly. Heavy’s cock twitched.

“Is your own fault, Doctor,” Heavy admonished without venom, kneading his lover’s hip.

“I know,” Medic confessed, turning his head to look into Heavy’s eyes. “I prefer it this way,” he smiled slyly, and Heavy laughed, kissing the doctor’s lips and wondering if he would soon request round two.

So cute, so very sexy! Morning snuggly sex is the cutest, most honest thing, and you captured it perfectly. I enjoyed seeing Heavy throwing out an endearment in Russian, as it's not often seen in fanfic for some reason.

i forgot to say thank you last time THANK YOU GUYS!!

here heavy has a big ol' dick

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“A-aaah, fick, you are so big. I forget sometimes… how much bigger it feels inside me.”

Medic bites his lip as he lowers himself on Heavy’s massive member, eyes half closed in that fine mixture of pain and pleasure. Heavy steadies the doctor with huge hands on his hips, watching his cock disappear into that eager ass.

“But Doctor likes, da?” Heavy teases, moving his hips the tiniest bit and causing medic to gasp.

“Oh, ja. The feeling,” he moans, nearly all the way down, “of being filled by you. It is,” he sits fully on Heavy’s cock, “intoxicating.” He grins as he adjusts to being stretched so wide. Heavy chuckles darkly.

“Have you ever been with man so big?” he prods, running his hands down smooth thighs and back up, teasing the doctor’s growing erection with his thumbs.

“Nein,” Medic hums, starting to move, “none have come close. You are the übermensch,” he smirks, and Heavy rewards him with a snap of his hips. Medic lets out a full-throated groan.

“Show me you appreciate,” Heavy commands, squeezing Medic’s hips almost painfully. “Ride me.”

“Jawhol,” Medic replies, and fucks himself on Heavy’s hard cock, steadying himself with his hands on the Russian’s broad chest. His own erection slaps against his stomach as he bounces in his lover’s lap, and Heavy matches his pace, pounding relentlessly into Medic’s tight asshole.

“Fuck,” Medic gasps as he nears his peak, and without warning he grabs Heavy by the neck and pulls him up, forcing his tongue into the giant’s mouth and kissing him for all he’s worth. “It feels so good,” he groans when they separate, “your fat cock. It feels so good inside of me. Like it belongs there.”

Heavy grunts in reply, shoving them into another kiss. His hips move faster and in a few moments Medic is coming over his stomach; white semen mixing with black belly hair.

Heavy growls a few words in Russian and bites Medic’s lower lip as he comes inside him, and Medic cries out when he tastes warm blood. It completes him, and he falls against Heavy’s chest even as the other man continues to fuck him, milking the last of his orgasm out and feeling cum drip down their thighs.

They collapse against the pillows; Medic wrapped tightly in Heavy’s arms, draped over his chest like a great rag doll, completely spent. Heavy takes a turn for the gentle, stroking the German’s hair and kissing his forehead as the older man begins to drift to sleep.

“It belongs there?” Heavy asks curiously, still pressing lazy kisses to Medic’s face.

“Ja,” Medic breathes, snuggling against him, “because I am yours,” he lifts his head to kiss Heavy’s lips, “and you are mine.”

“Da,” Heavy smiles, closing his eyes and smiling happily, “moya golubchik.”

“Mein Kuschelbär,” Medic replies, nuzzling Heavy’s cheek, “get some sleep. We have work in the morning.”

“Da, Doctor,” Heavy agreed, kissing Medic one last time before surrendering to post-coital exhaustion.

I love every single ones of these. Keep 'em coming. :)

Bravo, joe, bravo.

You made me get extremely turned on and extreme warm fuzzy feels in such a short little oneshot.

Life. God you're good.

thanks guys :) heres a continuation of that heavy/medic/scout thing i wrote for my friends birthday

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“I knew this’d be better,” Scout grunts, sitting on Medic’s lap. The doctor is lying on his back, trying to tune out the obnoxious running commentary, but his expression seems pleased nonetheless. Heavy is hovering, trying to find a place for himself, then settles with his cock in front of Scout’s face.

“Suck,” he says flatly, holding his dick in one hand, pointing it in the direction of the runner’s mouth.

“Hey hey hey, you can’t just ask me to do that. Ain’t you got no manners?” the American tuts, moving Medic’s erection slowly in and out of his ass.

“Please,” Heavy amends, and Scout smirks.

“Now was that so hard?” he replies, and leans forward, wrapping his lips around the head and his hand around the shaft of Heavy’s massive member.

Because of his inexperience, Scout scrapes his teeth along Heavy’s sensitive cockhead. Heavy recoils, slapping Scout gently on the back of his head.

“Stupid,” he growls, “put lips over teeth. Otherwise it hurts.”

“Oh,” Scout mumbles, rubbing his neck, “didn’t think’a that.” Regrouping, Scout stares at the gargantuan cock again, then pulls his lips inward, licking them and taking Heavy’s dick back into his mouth. Heavy approves this time, rewarding him with soft moans and gentle stroking of his hair.

“Much better,” Heavy reassures, petting Scout softly. Scout murmurs around his cock, sending pleasant vibrations down the shaft. Heavy groans, thrusting shallowly, as Scout can’t take much more than the head.

“Why did you stop?” Medic murmurs from behind, noting that Scout had stopped moving to concentrate on Heavy. The German grunts in annoyance. “No matter,” he sighs, then starts moving his hips, fucking Scout hard.

The American moans, no longer sucking Heavy’s cock, but still breathing heavily on it. His hand is loose, and Heavy frowns, grabbing it with his own and moving it for him.

“Should have made sure you were ready before fucking two grown men,” Heavy chastises cupping the back of Scout’s head but not pulling him forward. “Maybe next time, you will be able to take both at once.”

Scout doesn’t respond with words, instead moaning semi-apologetically as Medic pounds into him, overwhelming his senses. He moves his head to the side, resting his forehead on Heavy’s thigh, clutching his hips tightly with both hands. Heavy can’t help but smile at him lopsidedly, still petting that soft hair.

“Maybe,” Scout pants, “m-maybe next time I’ll top you, old man.” His grin lasts less than a moment as Medic picks up his pace with renewed vigor.

“‘Old man’?” the German taunts, “I will show you who is old.” Heavy laughs quietly as Scout’s face is contorted in bliss. Within moments, the American spills his load on Heavy’s thigh, and the Russian shivers at the sudden warmth.

“You come too fast,” Heavy laughs, stroking Scout’s hair as the youngest man catches his breath.

“You guys don’t let up! It’s hard not to,” Scout whines, lifting his hips off of Medic’s lap.

“I wasn’t finished,” Medic huffs, but Scout’s already moved away.

“Well I am. You two… do your thing. I’m wiped out,” Scout sighs, flopping onto his back.

“Ach, verdammt junge,” Medic growls, but turns back to Heavy. “Come here, liebe, before I get blue balls.”

“Da, Doctor,” Heavy grins, taking up Scout’s position in the doctor’s lap, but facing his lover. He rides Medic’s cock fast, and Medic wraps a hand around the Russian’s member, jerking him in time with his movements. Before long, Medic comes inside the younger man, still thrusting and stroking until Heavy finishes with a hoarse cry.

Once they’ve caught their breath, the two older men get up to clean, and Medic throws a washcloth over Scout’s face when he sees him starting to doze.

“Hey what’s the big idea?” he mumbles sleepily, using the cloth to wipe himself.

“You’re lazy. Next time I expect you to help, not just fuck and fall asleep,” Medic frowns, taking the cloth back from Scout once he’s done.

“Sorry,” Scout says sarcastically, rolling over in bed to face the wall. Medic sighs in frustration, but Scout is hiding a grin; he’d said “next time”.

Oh my god Joe never stop.

And if I may inquire: are you planning to write more of the Medic/Scout/Heavy because I for one wouldn't mind seeing more of it.

My OTP is Scout and Sniper But Scout / Heavy / Medic just became my favorite threesome thing, and I've never really liked threesomes before.

I am going to agree with the two people posting above me. Would love to see more of Scout/Heavy/Medic, and while I've never been a fan of threesomes in the past, I really, really like yours. Mmmm...

Loving your threesomes, Joe. Your Heavy/Medic is my favourite thing ever, and I adore the way you write Scout, so putting it together is just awesome. Plus, I really enjoy that your Heavy always has a really huge dick. Big guys with big dicks are very relevant to my interests, and I love when people write Heavy as being ludicrously hung.

ahh thank you guys :) im really glad you like it. this isnt porn but its related to the heavy/medic/scout so i thought id throw it up here anyway

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”I dunno if this was such a good idea,” Scout mumbles, uncharacteristically nervous as he sat on the edge of the round booth bench, picking at his menu. Heavy let lose a rumbling chuckle beside him, patting his back as Medic chewed on his straw while looking over his own menu.

“Do not worry, tiny Scout,” Heavy soothed, “people here know not to comment or fight. Doctor and I come here often with no trouble. It is fine.”

Scout kicked his feet impatiently. “It’s one thing when it’s just you an’ the doc, it’s different when it’s… Well, me,” the American muttered, chewing his lip. “I’m probably young enough to be your son or some shit, people will think you’re corrupting youth, or, shit, I dunno,” he sighed, “just, like, don’t touch me, okay?”

Heavy frowned, removing his hand from Scout’s shoulder, and the younger man looked down guiltily.

“Heavy is right, you worry entirely too much, Herr Scout,” Medic chimed in, not looking up from his menu. “Even if Heavy were not as imposing as he is, the townspeople hold a certain level of fear and respect for mercenaries. They may scowl but they will not speak, or try to harm us.”

“That ain’t what I’m worried about; I could knock out any chucklehead who tried to mess with us, but I don’t…” he pulled a face, “I don’t want ‘em thinkin’….”

Medic put his menu down and looked the youngest man in the eye. “Are you ashamed of us, Herr Scout?”

Scout’s eyes went wide. “I, I, I—” he stuttered, looking back and forth between the two older men, “I—no? But it’s different!” he interjected, frantically trying to explain himself, “it’s different when we’re alone and we’re fuckin’ around and everything is so quiet and nice and just…. But then you take me out in public and people are starin’ and judgin’ and I just… Maybe I wasn’t ready for this yet. Maybe I… I don’t fricken’ know.” He finally admitted defeat, folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them. Heavy wanted to touch his shoulder, but let his hand hover for a moment before remembering he wasn’t supposed to touch him, and put it down. Medic heaved a deep sigh.

“Should I come back?” a waiter asked, eyeing Scout’s prone figure. Scout whimpered pathetically, hoping the man hadn’t heard too much of their conversation.

“Nein, he is just being a baby,” Medic huffed.

“I ain’t bein’ a baby,” Scout shot up, not willing to let his pride be damaged further. “I want chicken nuggets and fries,” he said to the waiter, and Heavy and Medic tried to contain their giggles. “Man, fuck you guys,” Scout mumbled, pouting as the other two men ordered.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence. The two older men spoke quietly every once in a while, laughing softly and touching each other’s arms. Scout shot them annoyed glances when they got too close, but mostly just sullenly pushed his nuggets around with a fry, taking a bite every so often.

When they were finished, Medic paid and Heavy thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. The waiter saw and Scout cringed, pulling his jacket back on and using it to cover most of his face. His lovers paid it no mind, however, putting their own coats back on and stepping out into the chilly December night.

Heavy had a soft spot for Christmas, so they decided to do some window shopping before returning to base. Scout kept his hands shoved firmly in his pockets as they walked, trying not to pay attention to how Medic was wrapped around Heavy’s arm.

Minutes passed as they looked into shops, finally coming upon the town’s lone toy store. Medic tugged on Heavy’s arm and they stopped, watching a model train circle mountains of toys on its track.

Scout stood a few steps behind them, alternating between watching the window and watching them. Medic leaned his head on Heavy’s shoulder, emboldened by the empty streets. Heavy wrapped an arm around the doctor’s waist. Scout’s heart stung a little.

Stepping up beside Heavy, Scout started at his unoccupied hand, hanging by his side. Chewing his lip again, Scout pulled a hand out of his pocket and edged it toward that hand. Before he could touch it, though, he felt his gloved hand become enveloped by the Russian’s. Scout looked up to Heavy grinning as he squeezed his fingers.

Scout smiled.

I didn't know I needed that until now. Thank you Joe, don't you ever stop.

“I ain’t bein’ a baby,” Scout shot up, not willing to let his pride be damaged further. “I want chicken nuggets and fries,” he said to the waiter
Best line.

I wrote more of it oops

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“Hey, move over,” Scout whispered, nudging Heavy’s shoulder to make room for him to climb into bed. The giant snorted in his sleep, slowly lifting his fists as he opened his eyes, then lowered them when he saw who it was.

“Scout?” Heavy asked, only to be shushed by the American, but it was in vain as he heard Medic turn over.

“Was ist los?” the German whined, too tired to reach for his glasses.
“Is Scout, Doctor,” Heavy replied. Scout flopped onto the mattress and buried his head in a pillow, waiting for the lecture.

“Scout? What are you doing here?” Medic asked, squinting at the younger man’s turned back.

“Nothin’. I don’t wanna talk. Just go back to sleep, alright?” he shot back, hugging the pillow tighter. Medic exhaled sharply through his nose.
“You come into our room, into our bed, and then you have the audacity to talk back when asked a simple question? You are the—”

“Doctor, shh,” Heavy soothed, putting a large hand on his lover’s arm. “We are tired. We discuss in morning, da?” He kissed the older man’s temple. “Go to sleep, moy golubchik.”

Medic frowned but nodded. “Fine. But do not think I will forget in the morning,” he insisted, then laid back down. Scout sighed in relief.
In the morning, the smallest man was somehow laid out across the other two; his head rested on Heavy’s great chest, and his legs were sprawled across Medic’s lap. As sunlight began to filter through the windows, Scout snorted and turned over, kicking Medic in the process. The German woke with a grimace.

“Scout,” he grumbled, grabbing the American by the scruff of his neck and shaking him until he woke up.

“Whoza what I swear Ma he started it! Oh. Mornin’, Doc,” Scout said sheepishly, untangling his long legs from the older man’s and sitting up as Heavy roused from sleep. Medic stared at him with unfocussed eyes. Scout would’ve found it cute—Medic looked so handsome without his glasses, it was a shame he couldn’t see a damn thing—if not for how terrifying the doctor looked, even half-asleep.

“Are you going to tell us why you came?” Medic asked, his tone what Scout imagined he would use on a young child, if he wanted said child to shit his pants in fear. “You never stay the night. Even when we make love, you are often gone before morning. Why the sudden change of heart?” He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion. Scout rubbed his arm. Heavy put a hand on the youngest man’s hip.

“I…” he started, pursing his lips for a moment before continuing. “Last night was… It was weird, I’m not gonna lie, but it was… It was fun. Bein’ out with you guys. Once I got more accustomed to it, I felt… Good. Safe, even,” he bowed his head, “maybe.”

Medic sighed. “I take it this is an apology for acting like a child at dinner?”
“C’mon, I ain’t a child, I’m just not used to this! First I’m fuckin’ dudes and then those dudes are takin’ me out to eat? It’s—it’s a lot, okay?” Scout pleaded, sounding more sincere than he had since the three of them had met. Suddenly, he found himself wrapped in two sets of warm arms, a kiss planted on his forehead and another on his shoulder.

“We know,” Heavy rumbled behind him, his huge hands rubbing circles on the American’s stomach.

“We do,” Medic agreed, stroking his back. “We will not push you. You are safe with us,” he said in Scout’s ear, then placed another kiss on his cheek.

“I know,” Scout replied, sagging between them, wrapped in their arms, and he felt safer than he ever had.
It wasn’t love, but it was so much more than sex, than even friendship, and while what it implied still frightened him, he knew that nothing could hurt him as long as they were by his sides.