Soooo, I found these cards at work that each have a sex game on them and thought that there was nothing more exciting to do with them than write tf2 porn. That being the case, I would like y'all to start requesting pairings. I'll go in the order of the requests and cut the deck before drawing a card each time. I've already shuffled these things as best I can, I think. There are two joker cards, so those I'll just write whatever random porn I feel like with the pairing given. Go forth and request, faggots.
Engineer and Soldier please
Spy/Engineer
^that Then soldier/shovel.
I issue you the challenge of Heavy/Spy. Can't be done well. Ever. No Exceptions.
Well, the obvious Heavy Medic please some bottom sniper would be great actually
Sniper/Engineer, please.
Scout and Medic, please!
Scout/Engineer
Engineer/Pyro
HeavyxScout or MedicxHeavy, please! (sorry, i guess i cheated, hehe) TF2porn by Scrunchy...i'm salivating in anticipation...
Engineer/Pyro please!
I'd like some Heavy/Medic. Pyro/Medic or Engie/Pyro would be great, too.
Spy/Scout
soldier/demo and spy/soldier either one works wink wonk
I've always been a sucker for Spy/Sniper. Don't care who bottoms, it's all sexy to me.
Scout/ Heavy , please
sniper/ spy?
Anybody with Medic, as long as he's the sub. (would prefer if he was a "top-from-bottom" type, considering weepy uke just isn't his thing)
Why not catch 'em all? There's (9*8)/2 + 9 = 45 class-on-class pairings, and that's not even counting team color or who tops, or the auxiliary characters. Get cranking with those sex games!
>>20 I might do a second one with pairings of my own choosing depending on how this little project goes. But for now, I'll stick with the requests, even though some of them seem to have come up twice... Oh well, a different sex game with the same pairing is essentially completely different. God, why did I do this?
There's not enough Demoman love! I would love to see Demo, doesn't matter with whom he's paired up. But if I have to name pairing, then Demo/Engy or Demo/Scout. I wonder why no one writes Merasmus/Soldier or Demo pairing. Would be interesting to see...
top!Sniper/bottom!Heavy and Demo/Medic. I want to see some pairings that we don't see every five minutes, dammit.
So I would like to maybe see Medic/Soldier please? Sorry if it's already been requested or something.
I'll never get enough of Engineer/Sniper Please.
Scout/Medic Scout/Heavy Scout/Demo Scout/Sniper Scout/Pyro Scout/Engineer Scout/Spy Scout/Soldier Medic/Heavy Medic/Demo Medic/Sniper Medic/Pyro Medic/Engineer Medic/Spy Medic/Soldier Heavy/Demo Heavy/Sniper Heavy/Pyro Heavy/Engineer Heavy/Spy Heavy/soldier Demo/Sniper Demo/Pyro Demo/Engineer Demo/spy Demo/soldier Sniper/Pyro Sniper/Engineer Sniper/Spy Sniper/Soldier Pyro/Engineer Pyro/Spy Pyro/soldier Spy/Soldier Medic/Medic Heavy/Heavy Demo/Demo Sniper/Sniper Pyro/Pyro Engineer/Engineer Spy/Spy Soldier/Soldier
Soldier/Engineer. There isn't enough helmet party.
Engineer/Spy would be so wonderful!
demo/sniper, maybe? best of luck on your project, i'm excited to see where it goes!
Number 26. Please do that one, all the pairings!
OH OH OH Demo/soldier! Not enough of that pairing, fill the void
Top!Spy and Heavy.
Might I request classcest? Medic/Medic or (and) Scout/Scout. I love being anonymous....
OP, you forgot scout/scout
Scout / Sniper.
Sniper/Saxton Hale.
Then rinse and repeat with Engineer/soldier.
saxton hale/cave jhonson!
Saxton Hale/Tentaspy
>>34 Oh I did? My bad *trollface* Tentaspy/scout Tentaspy/Heavy Tentaspy/Demo Tentaspy/Sniper Tentaspy/Pyro Tentaspy/Engineer Tentaspy/Spy Tentaspy/Soldier Tentaspy/Saxton Hale Tentaspy/Announcer Tentaspy/Scouts Mom Tentaspy/Glados Saxton Hale/Scout Saxton Hale/Heavy Saxton Hale/Demo Saxton Hale/Sniper Saxton Hale/Pyro Saxton Hale/Engineer Saxton Hale/Spy Saxton Hale/Soldier Saxton Hale/Saxton Hale Saxton Hale/Scouts Mom Saxton Hale/Spy Announcer/Scout Announcer/Heavy Announcer/Demo Announcer/Sniper Announcer/Pyro Announcer/Engineer Announcer/Spy Announcer/Soldier Announcer/Saxton Hale Announcer/Announcer Announcer/Scouts Mom Scouts Mom/Scout Scouts Mom/Heavy Scouts Mom/Demo Scouts Mom/Sniper Scouts Mom/Pyro Scouts Mom/Engineer Scouts Mom/Spy Scouts Mom/Soldier
I think this thread is already starting to get out of control. Oh well. Spy/the Director
Saxton hale cave johnson please
>>41 You are completely right...
How about some Engie/Pyro?
Medic/Medic, because there honestly isn't enough on the Chan.
Seriously people. This is more than out of hand. All of the pairings were listed and there's no way all of them are going to be written anyway Stop requesting. Also needs more helmet party.
>>46 It's not truly out of hand until they're still requesting after the 54 pairings have been met. I'm only taking one pairing from each post (no, guys, this is not inviting y'all to make 42 or more separate posts so that I get them all). I just wanted a sort of randomized pairing system that wouldn't provoke me to cheat or use my own biases toward pairings.
Just go down those two lists from OP and check each one off as you finish it.
If I make a request...can I also request for content? Please?
>>47 Then turn it into a fun little game: Get two 9 sided dice. Assign each Merc their own number. Roll the dice. Draw card. Write smut. GYYEET IT? GYAHT IT? Good.
Eeyup http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks1/maths/dice/ I really wanna see content soon please.
http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks1/maths/dice/ ^^^ That is a shitty RNG. Use Random.org Btw don't get your hopes up on Scrunchy doing all of these pairs. It was obviously something she wanted to do for fun and not commit a ton of time too. It was unnecessary to name them all, because now people will expect them all when she just wanted to do the more popular ones or her favorite ones. She shouldn't even bother now.
Oh, OP, you card -34
>>26 I'm doing Pyro/Pyro >>40 Tentaspy/GLaDOS for this one. >>48 >>49 >>50 >>51 No. >>52 Half yes, half no. It might take me a while to finish these, but I am going to finish them. As for everyone else, 14 more pairings and I'll have 54. Here's the first two. The other ones will vary in length, depending on how much time I want to spend on them. This first one got out of hand, much like this thread. Oh, well, enjoy. :::::::::: Engineer/Soldier 8 of Hearts—Shaving Games: One fun game that is perfect for a special occasion is shaving your lover. You can carry the shaved parts as far as you like to include only legs or pubic area as well. Shaved bodies feel really good when rubbed against each other and even better when oiled. Guys shouldn’t feel shy about shaving their legs. Lots of athletes such as swimmers and bikers do it and these guys always claim women love it. ::::: Every evening, once the fighting had stopped and the weary fighters were allowed to return to their bases, Engineer popped his hardhat off and tucked it under his arm. He reveled in the cool afternoon breezes that wafted through the autumn Badlands. Once the unforgiving sun began to sink again, and the tall buildings offered a bit of shade. It was nice to just stand there and let his sweaty, bald head breathe. “You’re starting to get a little fuzzy up top, Hardhat.†Scout’s hand made a playful swipe at the sparse brown hair encroaching on Engineer’s shining dome, but he immediately wiped the hand onto Engineer’s overalls with a gagging sound. “Ew, shit, man! It must be like a fucking sauna in there when the sun’s up.†He was still wiping his offended hand on the shorter man, who was standing there and peering up at the young man with a patient look. “I reckon it’s a little warm, but it innit any hotter’n your ball cap.†Engineer replied, finally brushing the Scout’s hand away and bending down to pick his toolbox up. Lifting with his knees, he straightened with a bit of a grunt and started stalking off toward the base. A blur zipped by him, and he chuckled at the energetic youth double jumping over the fence separating the base from the field. He, himself, would take the door through the respawn room and enjoy a little air conditioning before making the four hundred meter trek from respawn to the base they stayed in. He switched hands to carry his tool box with his gloved one and reached up to rub his head. The Scout was right, he was due for a shave. It used to be an every-few-days ritual, but lately… well, he’d had other, more pressing matters on his mind than keeping his head scraped down to a dull shine. ‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’ Engineer thought with a sigh, the familiar strong jaw clenched tight and the rigid posture of Soldier drawing his eye from the dust as he approached the base. He was waiting for him. “Hey, Solly.†Engineer greeted him, raising his hand with an easy-going grin. He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell the other that he would have to wait before they could begin their nightly romp. Usually it was a quick shower, just to get the dust out of their eyes and then straight down to business, but right now, Engineer wasn’t going to leave that bathroom without a smooth head and—now that he thought about it—a good shave for his hastily-done jaw as well. “Good work today, Engie; you’re a credit to your country!†Soldier announced when Engineer’s goggles leveled with his own gaze. “T’weren’t no thing, Soll.†Engineer replied with a humble chuckle, giving Soldier’s shoulder an affectionate slug as he passed. Before he knew it, Soldier’s hand enveloped his on his tool box and slipped it from his grasp. “Thanks, but… gettin’ to my workshop quicker isn’t gonna speed up nothing. I’m taking my time today, Solly, and I ain’t gonna be swayed by anythin’.†His voice was firm, and he noticed that the miniscule skip in Soldier’s step had faded, and he wasn’t holding that tool box quite so high. It made him hasten to assure the other man of his intentions. “Afterward, though, yeah, but… aw, heck, lookit me!†He sighed as he unlocked the door to his workshop turned sleeping and fucking quarters and motioned to the spot he wanted Soldier to place the heavy toolbox. “I am.†Soldier told him, once Engineer was fully facing him with his hands on his hips and a look of regret on his face. Soldier’s hand rose to finger a nick Engineer had made that morning when he realized he still had at least a day’s worth of stubble upon his chin. “I can do it.†The offer was gruff and abrupt. Engineer’s brows rose above his goggles, and he reached up to tug them off before fixing his eyes on Soldier again as the other man turned to lock the door and unbuttoned and shrugged off the top of his uniform. Hard muscle rippled beneath the mad military man’s skin, and Engineer wasn’t about to say no. “Yeah, sure…†it was a soft, dry answer—almost swallowed up in the chuckle vibrating through Soldier’s chest as he approached Engineer and pushed him toward the chemical wash shower. “Get a move on, then, faggot. I don’t want to waste more time on your primping than we have to.†Engineer did as he was told, moving toward the small, glass incased shower as Soldier removed his boots on the way, letting them lie where they fell and whipping his belt out of it’s loops. Engineer didn’t realize that he hadn’t even made a move to begin undressing until Soldier wrapped his arms around him to unbuckle his tool belt and let it drop to the ground with a heavy thud. A habit of practice, Soldier’s socked feet took him right over the hulking belt without even missing a step as his hands continued their assault on Engineer’s clothes. “I can undress myself, Soll…†Anyone but Engineer might have gotten annoyed at Soldier’s can-do attitude, but he knew that the other man was just trying to help. Eventually, he pushed the other man’s hands away and pointed to a stool over in the corner. “I’ve got the rest, drag that thing over here so I can sit down while you make me pretty, alright?†“Affirmative!†Soldier grinned and left Engineer to finish his disrobing on his own. The scrape of wood on the concrete floor echoed through the room while Engineer stripped himself down to his boxers and undershirt. Once the stool was set up to Soldier’s liking, Engineer plopped his tuckus down and gestured to the cream and razor sitting on a shelf in the shower. Soldier eyed the modern razor critically. A disapproving frown—not unlike the one he wore in the midst of a stalemate—turned his mouth into a thin, flat line as he walked over to pick up the can and examine it with great prejudice. The next fifteen seconds seemed to last several minutes, until Engineer took it upon himself to break the silence. “What in Sam Hill is wrong now?†“This is what you use to shave with?†He asked, and, though Engineer could tell he was trying not to sound derisive, Soldier rarely hid his feelings well—if at all. “Yes… is it a problem?†The question was simple. Soldier still took several seconds of working his jaw and pursing his lips in dissatisfaction to provide an answer. When he finally created something satisfactory, however, it left Engineer more confused than before. He left. Engineer waited several minutes, and had just given up on Soldier’s return when he walked back into the workshop, still clothed only in his boxers, undershirt and helmet. Before he could utter a word, a warm towel was thrust around his face and tucked snuggly in place. His muffled questions were barely more legible than Pyro’s everyday speech, but it didn’t stop Soldier from answering them. “It’s a warm towel… because I’m going to give you a real man’s shave.†He answered the mummified Engineer as he tested the edge of his safety razor before beginning to mix a good lather in his shaving mug. Another muffled question came from the towel. “Of course I’m sure! I’ve been shaving since the age of eleven! You don’t see me going around with nicks from a poor shave, do you? No sir!†Soldier grabbed Engineer’s hand to hold the mug for him while he unwrapped the towel enough that it would only cover his jaw while he shaved his head. It tickled a little when the brush painted lather across his fuzzy scalp, and Engineer was still feeling a little nervous about Soldier using something sharp so close to his cranium. It was a matter of trust, however, and he knew that Soldier knew what he was doing. Maybe. If not, there was a dispenser halfway across the room that he could run to if needed. Soldier’s hand rested on his head, keeping him still with surprising gentleness as he began his work. It wasn’t long until Engineer realized that working with machines was his art, and shaving was one of Soldier’s. His skin had never felt so invigorated as it did now, a sharp blade wicked away lather and hair with sure, smooth strokes and Soldier hummed a soft, tuneless rendition of America the Beautiful while he worked. It wasn’t long until Soldier was lathering his jaw as well. Engineer didn’t remember closing his eyes or relaxing back against the muscled torso behind him, but Soldier was gently pushing him up to support himselfagain. He did as he was bid, reluctantly supporting himself as his lover moved around to sit upon his knees, getting a better angle on shaving his remaining stubble and giving Engineer a good close up of his own cleanly shaven jaw. It was always like that, just something that Engineer had taken for granted. It was only now that he realized he’d never seen Soldier with stubble. “Alright, Engie.†Soldier stood from his lap and slapped his thigh. “Lay down, soldier.†“Solly, I gotta have a shower first.†Engineer told him, rubbing his newly shaven face with a look of appreciation. “Huh, that’s nice…†“Lie. Down.†Soldier replied, dropping his brows like he always did when Engineer refused to do something that he wanted. Engineer could probably get away without doing what he wanted, but he was curious. Soldier was rinsing the blade and eyeing the lather in his mug as if trying to judge it’s usefulness. Engineer lay his back on the smooth concrete and tucked his hands behind his head. “Alright, Soll... What’m I doing down here?†Soldier’s answer was to straddle his hips and push his shirt up. A sigh left Engineer’s throat, and he moved his hands to allow Soldier what he wanted. Was Soldier just tricking him into skipping his shower because he wasted time with a shave? When Soldier had his shirt off, he lifted his buttocks from Engineer high enough that he could flip the other man over before bringing his rear back down to hold Engineer in place. “Goddammit, Solly, I dagblamin’—“ Engineer’s tirade was cut short by the feel of lather being massaged across his back. “Solly, what in God’s name are you doin’ back there?†“Hold still.†Engineer felt Soldier shifting, but he didn’t know what was happening until he felt the blade lightly running down his back. Soldier ran a gentle thumb along after the second stroke in the same spot and hummed in satisfaction before continuing along the rest of Engineer’s back. Engineer found himself relaxing again, resting his chin on his folded arms and allowing the strangely soothing feel of the razor to lull him into complacency. The warm towel ran across his back to wipe away excess lather, and he felt something like a hard, smooth wall press against his back. When it shifted, there was a slickness to it that he wondered at, but didn’t have the mind to ask, as he felt Soldier’s crotch pressing into his ass. The “wall†was Soldier’s chest. “You shaved your chest, Solly?†Engineer asked, rolling his shoulders and relaxing in the pleasant sensation that smooth skin against smooth skin sent through him. The oil only added to the sensation, and he picked out a subtle sandalwood and pine musk from it. “Yours is next.†With that, Soldier turned Engineer over again. By now the shorter man was beginning to feel like a plaything, but he allowed himself to be manhandled, if only out of trust and mild curiosity. Soldier rinsed the brush in his second mug and started another lather in the first. His chest was scraped clean just as easily as his neck. When Soldier started to pull his boxers down with half a cup of lather left, though, Engineer started squirming. “Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.†Soldier’s eyebrows dropped, but he wasn’t changing his mind. “Nope.†He pushed his half-hard cock up against Soldier’s ass and slapped his leg. “I’m ready to go, Sarge.†He desperately tried to change the eccentric man from his chosen path. They could shower afterward, for all he cared. Soldier wasn’t getting that razor anywhere near his dick. “Engie…†Soldier leaned forward to rub his oiled chest against Engineer’s own. His skin was sensitive after the shave, and the oil added a pleasant tingle to their rubbing. “Feels good, doesn’t it?†Soldier asked, smirking and palming the Engineer’s sides and hips, trying to get his boxers down. “Solly, you’re not going anywhere near my dick with that thing.†“You think so?†Three separate arguments and a few punches later, Engineer was laying nude beneath Soldier with his arms crossed and a tragic performance of the Halls of Montezuma issuing from Soldier as he carefully tended to Engineer’s private bits. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and Soldier was even more careful than he had been with his head, back and chest. He had his eyes closed again, but it was more deliberate than out of relaxation. He didn’t want to watch this being done. He could watch Medic yank out a bullet or take blood, but Soldier wielding something so sharp so close to his dick was just too much for him. When he finally felt the now-cool towel swab over him followed by a warm mouth, he gasped in both relief and surprise at the temperature change. His hardon had wilted throughout the ordeal, but with a little urging from Soldier’s tongue and lips, he was back to full staff in no time. Faster than anytime before, as well. “God, Soll…†he groaned, bucking his hips up to hit the back of Soldier’s throat. To his dismay, Soldier pulled back and grabbed the bottle of oil a splash into his hand and he was rubbing it along Engineer’s smooth dick and balls and across his thighs and stomach. Engineer watched him balance on his unoiled hand to remove his underwear before Soldier was rubbing himself down as well. The oil tingled against Engineer’s skin, soothing the pores and making him sensitive to even the most slight of drafts. The cool air soon wasn’t a problem. Soldier’s oiled privates descended onto Engineer’s and he wrapped his arms around his American hero. Their bodies writhed against each other, Engineer slipping across the concrete on his oiled back and Soldier pulling him back down by his hips so that he could keep their cocks trapped between slick, warm stomachs. Heat fogged the glass doors of the shower, and sweat mingled with the oil as the two men trusted and slipped and pushed and ground against each other upon the stretch of concrete with a simple metal drain. The razor and mugs lay forgotten a few yards away, the stool had been kicked over in the midst of their fervor, but neither had the attention for it. They didn’t have attention for anything aside from each other until they both lay exhausted on the floor. Their hairy legs tangled, and smooth torsos pressed together with the weight of Engineer, who had ended up on top. “Solly…†All he got was a gruff grunt in reply. “You’re shaving my head from now on.†A rough chuckle followed his declaration. :::::::::: Spy/Engineer 9 of Diamonds—Public Place: Think you can do it in a restaurant? If the full act is impossible, how about a little diddling with your fingers and hands under the tablecloth. Pick a dark corner or out of the way table and see just how far you can go. You’ll both be stimulated by the craziness and the perilous place in which you are playing and it will be a particular challenge to see if you can reach orgasm without alerting the other diners. It’s an easier game if you dine without wearing underwear which is exciting enough for some. ::::: I shift uncomfortably for perhaps the fifth time tonight. Mon dieu, I honestly don’t know where any of my underwear went. I clearly remember packing enough for our trip. When I exited my shower, however, my suits were folded neatly in my bag—just how I had packed them, but no underwear in sight. A hand of iron clamps on my knee and I look away from the plant that had caught my interest whilst I shifted uncomfortably. “Y’alright, Spy?†Engineer’s baritone drawl sends a warm feeling flooding through me and I gently pat his hand before returning mine to the top of the table. “Of course, mon forgeron… are you enjoying yourself?†It’s a common question, generally I don’t ask it twice in a dinner, but… well, Engineer has been smiling too much. Usually when we sit down in a restaurant to eat together, he doesn’t really enjoy himself. He just humors me until it’s time to leave. Pours me wine and says romantic things while I pick at my food. It’s the only measure of foreplay that I can coax from him. His hand stays on my knee throughout ordering our food, and I carefully put my own atop of his with a chuckle and a smile. “You know why I hate coming to these dates?†He asks, his hand moving up my thigh and coming to rest on my crotch. “The answer to that question is not proper table conversation.†I inform him. It prolongs the time you won’t be impaled on my cock, is not something that one should say at dinner. I feel a gentle tug downward on the front of my pants, and the sound of a parting zipper makes my heart race. My hand covers his, and I hiss discouragement in French. Panic and surprise robs me of English words. “You know I don’t understand you when you talk that fast.†His drawl is low and slow, his hand unrelenting to my prying fingers. “You keep fumbling at my hand and everyone in this restaurant will start talking, darlin’.†I take a deep breath and glance around before returning my hands above the table. “It is terrible etiquette to so something so—“ his fingers trail along the underside of my cock, robbing me of speech as he guides me out the front of my pants. “Just focus on keeping those pretty French curses inside and you’ll be fine.†His lips are curved in a grin, and his hand gets right down to it. The left hand is much more calloused than his right, and is the one he touches me with now. He knows how much the roughness affects me, and uses it to his advantage. Even if I wanted to push him away, zip up and stalk out of the restaurant, I couldn’t. I’ve become too hard too quickly, and I know that it won’t last long. His fingers gently massage me at first before his hand finds a natural rhythm to begin stroking without his shoulder or arm moving much at all. He keeps it all in the wrist, giving me a wink when my breaths become deeper and shorter all at the same time. He murmurs something to me, but I am too focused on keeping a straight face and hoping no one will notice the beads of nervous sweat darkening my mask. Engineer sees our waiter approaching across the restaurant and flicks his napkin out to the side before drawing it across his lap and into his other hand. I let a soft noise slip when the cloth envelopes the tip of my cock and adds to the friction along my length. “You’ve got that look on your face like you’re close… might want to finish up before the waiter gets here…†He chuckles and twists his hand around my base before bringing his rough palm up with the cloth held in place by his fingertips. “Just think about all the blowjobs you’ve given me when I’m in the middle of a project… trying to work when you want a quick fuck, or the taste of my spunk in your mouth…†I bite my lip and my hips twitch up into his hand. My eyes are locked on the waiter, watching him make his way back to our table. It’s like he’s moving in slow motion, but not slow enough at the same time. “C’mon, Spooky… so public, so rude… I know what you like. I know you’ve gotta come before that there kid gets over here with our food.†A noise is heard, too close to a whine for me to even acknowledge that it came from my mouth. My breathing is too erratic, and my eyes are too wide. The waiter probably already knows what we’re doing. Violating a dozen health codes and doing something so vile in public. It doesn’t take much more, just a twist of Engineer’s cloth covered hand and I come with a soft, “merde.†Engineer chuckles and cleans me with the napkin. He tucks me in and zips me up just before the waiter reaches our table. The rest of the dinner passes normally with polite conversation and a persistently devious grin from my date. He finishes eating before me, as usual, and refuses dessert when the waiter comes around. I switch my fork to my left hand and continue to eat my meal. My free right hand reaches for his zipper and his smile widens. He’s not wearing any underwear either. What a clever little laborer I have.
Eager to see more and incredibly happy about the two pieces you have already provided. This is delicious. Though the second one makes me wonder if that is really possible without raising any attention at all. But still, Spy is a master of acting, so he could get away with that. I almost can see Engineer grinning wickedly over there. He surely enjoys torturing dear Spook. Or testing his patience.
I agree with >>55! The two pieces you've given us are quite well-written and delicious. Can't wait for more! Also, since you said you needed 14 more pairings, I request Sniper/Engineer or Sniper/Engineer/Spy.
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>>4 Soldier/Shovel Jack of Diamonds—Special Showers: Showering together is probably something you’ve done many times, but have you ever tried it fully dressed? Well okay, take off your new leather shoes or favorite sweater and ditch your wallet but getting into the shower together with your clothes still on is a new sex treat. First of all verything will stick to you like in a wet t-shirt contest. And then you have the fun of undressing eachother as the water makes you all slippery and clingy. It’s a great sensation and you can get your clothes washed at the same time. ::::: Soldier slumped against the wall, covered from head to foot in blood, mud and several brains of indeterminate origin. RED or BLU, if it was biological fluid, he had it on him. Which really should have given him a pause, other than wondering how he was going to get his clothes off if they were crusted onto his body. His Shovel, still clutched in his hand, sang a victory tune against the floor where the blade drug along the concrete corridor. He entered the shower rooms and used the edge of his shovel to slice through the muck of the battle and drop his Buff Banner on the floor before continuing forward to turn on a faucet. The water soon warmed up to scalding, and he began using Shovel to scrape away the muck and grime with a grim determination. The metal grazed his skin, one of many places where his uniform had been rent in the midst of battle. He shivered involuntarily, and swallowed thickly. “Not now, Shovel…†he whispered, his thumb, never the less, stroking the blade almost lovingly before he began to scrape away the rest of the filth coating his body. Though he had chastised his Shovel, it still sent jolts of electricity and gentle shivers of need through him wherever the blade touched his skin. Soon, he was standing in a very damp (albeit clean) uniform and clutching Shovel so hard that his knuckles were white. “Medic said we have to stop… you’re… you’re not a person…†He was torn. The Shovel that saved his life on a daily basis, the Shovel that had shown him the wonders of love and ecstasy wanted him… but that doctor! He told him that Shovel’s erotic influence on him was a figment of his own mind. He knew it was more, though. Soldier bit his lip hard as he let Shovel get closer, the blade slipping almost timidly in to unbutton a button on his uniform. Medic had no idea what he was talking about, he decided as Shovel undid another button. It then slipped inside to brush against Soldier’s chest through his soaking undershirt. This couldn’t be his imagination—it was too glorious. Shovel twisted, and a few buttons undid themselves of their own accord. The sharp edge dragged against Soldier’s chest lovingly. His knees trembled and threatened to give way in the face of the passion he felt quivering through his Shovel. Shovel sliced down, popping the rest of the buttons like they were nothing. He didn’t mind, though. He needed a new uniform top anyway. Shovel’s tip fumbled with his belt, and he watched in amusement for a moment before lending the poor thing a hand. The edge slid tenderly against his fingertips before going back to it’s business. A thank you for the need that the two of them shared. Soon, his pants were on the floor and Soldier was on his knees, the blade trapped beneath his knee as his cock slid in and out of the handle’s grip. The sharp sounds of the metal grating against tile rang through the shower rooms, but it was sweet music to Soldier’s ears. The screams of a lover being satisfied. His own grunts were soft and focused. Anyone could come along at any moment, and Shovel was painfully shy after Soldier’s last talk with Medic. They had to finish quickly, but it was so… Soldier trailed his hand down Shovel’s handle, wrenching a screeching gasp from the utensil as he twisted the shaft to the side, giving his cock just the stimulation it needed for his stomach to pour white hot pleasure throughout his system. He groaned loudly, collapsing forward. Shovel shrieked with him, pulling roughly off of him to lie tucked against his leg, the handle still warm against his thigh from taking his cock. They lay there for several minutes, recuperating from their passions before Soldier sat up and pulled Shovel closer, cradling it to his chest and kissing the blade tenderly. “We’ll get through this, babe. You and me, we’ll get through this…†You and me. :::::::::: >>5 No exceptions? PAH. Heavy/Spy Queen of Spades—Places: One trick if you’re having sex in the great outdoors is for the woman to wear a full skirt and neither of you bother with underwear. Use a skirt big enough to spread like a tent over the guy when he lies on his back. With a garment like this on hand you can have sex in the most imaginative places and enjoy he thrill of perhaps getting caught without the actual danger of being fully exposed. Take into consideration please, ants, mosquitoes and muddy spots when you embark on outdoor adventures. Some seasons and locations are just more practical for outdoor sex than others. ::::: Heavy’s legs were wrapped around Spy’s hips, hidden within the ruffles and layers. Beneath the trailing behemoth of a skirt that he was wearing, he impaled himself again and again. Bearlike grunts issued forth like prayers from deep in his chest. Soft leather gloves caressed his accompanying corset and tweaked the stems of the apples shoved into his shirt for breasts. “Yes, mon petit, you are perfect…†his hands gripped the apples hard before trailing up to cup the powdered cheeks and twine through the heavily volumized black wig. “So warm and tight… just like your son.†Heavy’s hand came around to slap Spy rather lightly in the face, but the masked man still looked dazed. He took the moment to glance around at the drunken audience sitting on the edge of the courtyard’s catwalk. “Oh, love, you wound me! It was only a joke!†“Will ride harder to make up for it… you know that you do not talk about my darling son when we are together, it is a betrayal—what we do.†Heavy replied, his immense thighs beneath the skirt moving his mass more vigorously upon Spy’s cock. The Frenchman arched in the dust beneath them, gasping as the change in rhythm brought him to new heights of pleasure. “Do not… tempt me to speak of him, then… if this is what I get!†He gasped, his hips flopping against the ground in response to Heavy’s ass descending and receding with even greater fervor. “Shhhh, Spy, do not speak of this. We come close to becoming one!†Heavy announced, leaning forward to press his forehead against Spy’s. A beige streak was left when he arched away with a roar of victory, the laughing team above egging them on as Spy came seconds later beneath the billowing skirt. The two parted ways, Spy zipping before Heavy’s tremendous skirts left him. They both stood shakily, bowing to those upon the catwalk. “… And that, gentlemen, is how I last fucked Scout’s mother.†He took a step away from Heavy and motioned to the large, sweating man. “Give my lovely assistant a round of applause, yes?†Heavy curtsied once more before running off to change back into his uniform. Spy ascended the stairs and took out a cigarette, lighting it with a satisfied grin. “Scout should visit home more often, eh?†Sniper asked, handing the spook a bottle of beer as Engineer ordered two other individuals to come up with a skit. “Indeed.†Spy agreed, smirking as he took a drink. “Excuse me while I go see Medic, I think my back did something quite unique down there.†He bowed gracefully away from the line of comrades as Pyro and Demoman descended the far stairs to come up with their act and procure costumes from the box of props they had found in a closet. Sniper stared after the Spy, noticing a rather unusual lilt in his step as he walked away, instead of the pained totter that usually accompanied a bad back. “Hey, Truckie… you think they were really…?†“Hm? What’s that, Slim?†The Engineer glanced over from watching Demoman fall down the stairs with the rest. “… nothin’. It’s just acting, right?†He took a slow sip of his beer, knowing that the Spy would never to something like that in public. With Heavy. In a skirt. Well, the first and last were probably things he would do, but the middle was definitely a no. Right? Right. ::::: And here is where I concede that there is no exception. I’ll just be over there, writing more of this crap.
how the fuck did soldier fuck the shovel I thought I thought it would be the other way around
CAPTCHA: soi qsdtcl I can't wait for tentaspy/glados. Also Shovel is now an official character.
Wow okay this is perfect. Could I... maybe have Spy/Soldier, please? (With Spy topping) All of my boners.
Well darn you, captcha. Anon 55 here again to praise your skills. Sticking around TF2chan made me happy. So many well-written pieces of fiction, that's like heaven for anyone worshipping this fandom. Having not yet found anything to give a negative citique on, I still admire your work, Scrunchy, for as it leaves me grinning like mad. Speaking of madness: Soldier/Shovel was ungodly hilarious, just the image of Medic telling off that crazed patriot / giving him advice in terms of psychology is priceless. Though it's a bit scary, too, to see Solly like that. The second one , again, was ....I think my range of vocabulary is insufficient to describe that plottwist. Not to mention my thoughts when I got the full "view" of Heavy as Scouts Mum. If your Spys were real life actors, I'd watch their films immediately. Bonus for (possible) Sniper's crush reference. If you don't mind, I'd like to try to draw some of your scenes. Thank you.
Anon 56 here, and let me say that that Spy/Heavy was great. I'm not even sure if I've read any other Spy/Heavy fics, but that piece was quite good!
>>59 Derp, I don't play Soldier enough to know that his Shovel doesn't have one of those D shaped handles on the end. Oops. >>60 Shovel has always been a character. It just lingers in the background until his time is come. >>62 Sniper totally wants to be Spy's boy-toy. Medic lecturing anyone is hilarious, because you know that they're hardcore mercs and they're not going to listen worth crap. Someday, he'll realize it and give up. Draw away! I love seeing people draw my stuff. Inflates my ego and gives me happy giggly things. ::::: Fuck this, I'm tired of looking at this story. Take it and hate it. >>6 Heavy/Medic 2 of Hearts—Straw Blowing: Take a straw and gently blow through it onto all the favorite sensitive parts of your lover’s body. Go round and round and even increase the sensations by adding methanol to your mouth you can dab a little alcohol to the erogenous zones, provided it doesn’t burn, and blowing on this will cool the parts even more. It’s a great and gentle feeling and one that can be intensified by being done on parts exposed by cut out clothing. Like all these games, music and candles and incense enhance the moods. ::::: The soft lilt of Mozart filled the room, lit only by eighteen candles that glinted and gleamed off of the spectacles of the only occupant. Heavy footsteps approached the door before a ponderously slow, heavy knocking was heard at the door. “Ja, enter, mein Schatz .†The bespectacled occupant called, sitting up from his place on the small bed. “Doctor…†Heavy looked around the room as he entered, looking surprised at the candles and soft music. “You said that there was a surprise… this is it?†He asked, a small smile curving his lips. “M-hm…†Medic stood and crossed over to his large lover, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his neck, for it was the only skin he could reach. “I know that you are still very self-conscious about your body… and that you do not believe me when I tell you I love your… softness.†He demonstrated by hugging the bearlike man tighter and pressing his face against the layer of fat coating his friend-turned-lover’s strong shoulders. “Doctor, please do not ask—“ “Shhhh,†Medic pressed his finger against Heavy’s lips before leaning up to kiss them. “I will not press you to do anything that you do not want to.†He stepped away from Heavy and snapped his suspenders from his shoulders so that they hung at his sides and began unbuttoning his shirt. “It will be just like last time,†he explained as he undressed. The look in Heavy’s eyes belied his anxieties, but Medic knew how the human mind could be. He would let Heavy adjust to this new sexual relationship in his own time. Until then, he didn’t mind stripping down and allowing the hulk of a man to explore what was now his. Once he had finished completely undressing, Medic lay upon the bed and gestured for Heavy to approach. He did, though it was a timid sort of shuffle that brought him to the Medic’s side. It was much quicker than Heavy’s original approach, though. That had taken so long that Medic had gotten cold in the interim. Heavy’s huge hand moved to touch Medic, but the other man’s hand caught his and he clucked his tongue. “Nien, if I cannot touch you, then you cannot touch me.†Medic told him, his spectacles glinting in the candle light. Heavy twisted his hand in the Medic’s so that he could enveloped the doctor’s hand with his own. “Tell me what my doctor wants, then.†He told Medic, determined to still please the other even with his unease. Medic grinned and reached over to his bedside table, out of the drawer, he withdrew a glass straw, and a small, clear bottle. He handed the straw to Heavy, who took it delicately, as if afraid that it might shatter any second. “Blow through the straw on my skin.†He suggested, stretching out with his arms behind his head. “This is all?†Heavy asked, raising a brow and tapping the edge of the tube against his lips. “Ja… wherever you like, Schatz.†He replied, relaxing and closing his eyes. Heavy’s expression was dubious. How could a straw bring him any pleasure? However, Medic knew what he was talking about, surely, so Heavy did as he asked. He started with the top of his left hand, just at the knuckle of the middle finger. When he started blowing, the fingers twitched, but otherwise, Medic stayed perfectly still. Heavy slowly made his way up to Medic’s wrist, taking breaths when needed and watching the lightly curling dark hairs dance beneath his concentrated breath. He thought that his lips would be better used, but that would mean touching Medic. He made his way up Medic’s forearm, slowly zigzagging along the skin until he reached the crook of Medic’s elbow. Surely if he were using his lips, a gentle kiss would have been applied there. Wouldn’t it have been more romantic and pleasing than this little straw? Heavy followed the curve of Medic’s bicep, watching the muscle flex beneath the taut, well-toned skin as he passed over. When he got to Medic’s chest, he noticed a change in the other man’s expression, and his eyes were open. “I am doing alright, Doctor?†Heavy asked, barely restraining himself from placing his hand upon Medic’s stomach and rubbing lightly. That’s what he would do, if he could only touch. “Ja, well enough… take the bottle and a cotton ball.†Medic told him, motioning with his hand languidly. “Dab it on my skin… it will make the sensation stronger.†“… da… Doctor…†Heavy replied, still looking put out that there was a straw between his lips and Medic’s skin. “If you are bored, you could always agree to my terms.†Medic mentioned, closing his eyes again and gasping lightly when Heavy trailed the cold alcohol across his nipple and down to the base of his cock. “No, Doctor, this is…†Heavy blew at Medic’s stiff nipple before following the trail of alcohol. The icy sensation had the German arching up from the bed with a soft noise that Heavy had never heard his doctor make before. How many more sounds did Medic make that he wouldn’t hear because he was too self-concious to press his flabby body to Medic’s peak-condition physique and risk him changing his mind about being with him. “… this is not fine.†The straw snapped in Heavy’s hand, and he sat back, crossing his arms. “Then come join me on the bed, lieb…†Medic sat up and brushed the glass shards from his stomach and then off the bed and onto the floor. “You can start with just your shirt if you like.†He sucked on his cut thumb, eyes never leaving Heavy’s torn yet hungry expression. This was ridiculous. “Heavy,†Medic’s voice was firm and demanding, “I have given you physicals every year since we were both assigned to this team.†“And every time, you lecture me about weight.†Heavy countered softly. Medic chuckled at that, finally realizing what Heavy’s problem was. “That is because I am a medical professional in charge of keeping this team at the peak of fitness.†He stood briefly before perching himself in Heavy’s lap. “I want to make you feel good…†Medic kissed Heavy’s jaw and neck. “But I can’t do that with so much restricting clothing.†He bumped his nose gently against Heavy’s chin as he kissed his way up to press his lips to the other man’s. “I promise never to lecture you about your fitness again… Just, please, Lieb, press your skin to mine, let me kiss and suck and fuck your warmth until I can’t take it anymore… and then curl up with me in my little bed and snore like a giant bear.†Heavy chuckled at Medic’s words and pushed him gently away. “If Doctor breaks promise, I snap his neck.†Medic grinned back and licked Heavy’s neck before blowing lightly on the spittle he left behind, drawing a rumbling from the other man. “Of course, Lieb…â€
Man, I'm a hardcore lurker on here. But your stuff. This is good work. It's wonderful. The most I can criticize is that I think I saw two typos. That aside, the shaving and straw stories were a cut above. The characterizations were good and you really nailed Engie's accent. Props for that! Also, Heavy being self-conscious about his weight was really well done. I've never seen it done so prevalently and your interpretation was both realistic and endearing. Good job.
>>65 Thank you very much for your praise. I can't beta these very well for myself, so quite a bit probably slips through. I have to admit that I'm a bit of a cheater on Engie's accent. Being Texan myself, I know how those with accents talk (and how I sound when I meet new people or feel nervous). I'm glad that you're enjoying these quick little snippets! ::::: This one turned out way longer and more fucking complicated than it needed to be. >>6 >>7 Sniper/Engineer with bottom Sniper Ace of Spades—Tie up games: Some soft leather or satin robe belts are perfect for a bit of gentle restraint. With your lover’s hands secured behind him or her, you are free to tease and tickle and touch at a slow tantalizing pace that will drive your partner wild. The fact that they are prevented from speeding up the action makes it all the more exciting to them. You can start standing, and when you move to the bed, be sure pillows and cushions are available to protect the secured limbs. (Yeah, I’ll give you soft leather and satin and fucking pillows.) ::::: It happened fast. It happened so fast that Sniper didn’t know up from down until he felt a knee in his back and the pull in his shoulders when he naturally tried to push his elbows against the ground to fight against the push. The rope binding his wrists and one of his ankles bit into his skin and he flopped around for a few seconds. His leg was trying to come down from where it was tied and his shoulders felt close to dislocation as he finally rolled onto his side and craned his head with a look of utmost helpless surprise. “Been practicin’ that li’l beauty for a few days.†The heavy Texas drawl gave his assailant away in an instant. “Truckie… this hurts.†Sniper grumbled, shifting and working his free leg so that he could spin around a bit. It would be easier to charm his way out of this if he could see the other man. “Sorry, Sugar, didn’t know how tight you liked it.†Engineer told him. His boots scuffed the floor as he stepped around the Sniper, avoiding his gaze at all costs. “Wot’re you talking about, Love?†Sniper asked, giving up with a huff and letting his craning head rest on the floor. Engineer was silent for a moment, and Sniper felt a tenseness in the air. What was this about? Why was he in Engineer’s workshop, reverse hog-tied and about to lose feeling in his arms? “I saw you with that Spy.†Sniper’s mouth went dry, his face felt cold as the blood drained and he swallowed on reflex. What should he do? He couldn’t deny it. Engineer wouldn’t believe rumors like that, and he wasn’t a lying man. He must have actually seen it. He had to have seen them… “There’s no denying it… he’s got an ‘ace touch’…†Oh, God, he heard that? The bindings on Sniper’s wrists jerked and he felt himself being pulled across the floor by the stocky Texan. “ ‘N’ he knows just where to hit inside you…†Sniper closed his eyes against the pain and the shame. He still didn’t have anything to say to the other man. “ ‘N’ it was just so good, wasn’t it?†Engineer held his wrists in his Gunslinger hand. Sniper’s ankle left the binding and he grunted, working it carefully so that the muscle didn’t cramp. He was tempted to try and fight his wrists free, but he knew that Engineer was mad right now. He could hear it in that soft little voice he was using. That tone and volume was like the spark before a wildfire. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give it any fuel. Something cool slithered around his wrists. It was a welcome replacement from the harsh rope, but Sniper was still wary as metal grazed his hand—a hook perhaps? What good could come of this? Engineer finally showed himself, crouching before Sniper and pushing his goggles up on his forehead. His eyes looked tired, but they were still clear, intelligent, and above all— “Truckie, why aren’t you mad?†It slipped out, he hadn’t meant to say it, but it just slipped out. “What’re you talking about? I’m pissed.†Engineer’s mouth quirked in one of those smiles that made his eyes crinkle and Sniper furrowed his brow before craning his neck to see that there was a bloodstained tie binding his wrists. The same tie he’d been bound with when Spy had fucked his brains out. “You were pissed.†Sniper corrected him, feeling a little hope flare to life as he turned his head back to look at the crouching Texan in front of him. “Now you’re just sad.†He shifted so that he was more comfortable and hooked one of his legs around Engineer’s waist to pull him closer. “C’mon, Love… give us a hug. Y’look like you’re Travis about to shoot Ol’ Yeller.†Engineer took a deep breath and shook his head. “Naw, I’m not that pitiful.†His hands busied themselves with Sniper’s shirt, and the bushman glanced down at the clicking metal and silent flesh working together as if they were meant to coincide on the same body. “Engie, wot’re you—“ He was cut off with a pair of warm, chapped lips. “I’m takin’ back what’s mine.†He murmured, stopping the kiss only when he felt Sniper go lax against him. “That alright?†“You’re...†Sniper’s head was still spinning over the fact that Engineer wasn’t about to kill him for what he’d done. He didn’t want an explanation or apology. He didn’t want hugs and kisses and promises of faith. This was the cost of his infidelity. One night of not-so-secret passion was equal to the death of a friend and teammate. “If you wanted to be fucked, you just had to say so, darlin’.†Engineer’s hands danced across Sniper’s chest and stomach, taking their own pace and their own gentleness. Sniper tried to arch into the touches, but it only caused Engineer to withdraw his hands and grip his hips. “Take me back, Engie.†Sniper said gruffly, locking his eyes with Engineer’s and trying to convey all the things that they knew he couldn’t say. “You’re welcome to it.†Engineer’s Gunslinger slipped over to deftly undo Sniper’s belt, moving in ways that no human hand could have and getting the job done all the quicker. His warm hand slid up Sniper’s side while his Gunslinger worked at the front of those jeans. Sniper’s wrists twisted and his hands clenched and unclenched as he fought his bonds. He wanted to make that tool belt drop away, hear it’s weight hit the concrete floor before he started on Engineer’s overalls. Engineer wasn’t moving fast enough—he wanted to feel the other man’s skin against his, taste his lips and feel his cock. Engineer had never taken him before... He knew it was going to be thrilling. By the time his cock hit the cool air of the room, Sniper was already half-hard with a strange mix of anticipation and gratitude. It further perked when Engineer started stripping off his own articles of clothing. The belt hit the floor with the most satisfying thud that Sniper had ever heard. The clips on the overalls were next. Their click made the bound assassin shiver as he lay exposed and watching with heated gaze. Engineer was taking his sweet, sweet time. Sniper was frustrated beyond belief. “Truckie, please…†he hissed, his eyes begging the other man to get on with it. Engineer chuckled low in his throat as he continued with his slow, elicit taunting. “Please?†He asked, slowly undoing his shirt with his Gunslinger hand. Sniper’s gaze followed the moving gears as they undid the first button smoothly and then twitched along to ease the second through. He twisted and kicked his legs, trying to reach the other man with the tips of his boots. His ass scraped against the floor, but he ignored it. “Truckie, you’re killing me, get over here and fuck me already!†Sniper snapped, irritation beginning to creep into his voice. “Did you ask him for it?†Engineer asked, still going at his own pace. “No. Never. He wouldn’t let me—“ Sniper bit his tongue, realizing that he had let details slip. “Tell me, darlin’… he wouldn’t let you fuck him, so you settled for it the other way around?†He undid a few buttons quickly while he spoke, but started going slower when Sniper shook his head. Then he started doing them back up. “No, Truckie, no, I didn’t settle for it!†Sniper hissed, his face a pitiful picture as he saw what he wanted slipping away, and all because Engineer thought he was lying when he was telling the Godforsaken truth! “I told him no deal, and he caught my wrists and tied ‘em up…†Sniper’s eyes hungrily watched Engineer begin to undo his shirt again. “Keep goin’.†Engineer prompted, undoing a button for every second Sniper kept speaking. “Then, he started kissing me…†Engineer’s hand stopped with Sniper’s words, and the assassin swallowed before continuing. “He tasted like cigarettes and wine…†A few more buttons, then a pause again. “He pulled my pants off and started touching me, not on the prick, mind, but my legs and thighs… my ass and balls. He touched everything but what I wanted.†Engineer continued undressing himself, seeming satisfied that the truth was being told. “Then he started… kissing my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and nuzzling my balls. I thought I was going to go insane if I didn’t get touched.†Sniper cleared his throat, his cock throbbing painfully at the memory. “God, I’m so hard… Truckie, lend us a hand, yeah?†“Nope. Go on.†“Engie…†Sniper’s voice wasn’t quite as pathetic as a whine, but it was damned close. “Go on, unless you want these boxers to stay on.†Sniper took a deep breath and closed his eyes, groaning as he leaned back and sighed. “He started licking my arse’ole, at first he was just flicking at it, but then he started pushing deeper and oh, hell, Truckie, it felt weird, but it was so damn good.†Sniper flicked his hips upward into the open air. “I wanted it after that… asked, begged, pleaded…†He turned his head away and pressed his face against his clothed bicep. “Truckie… I want to feel that again. What you feel when I’m inside you. I want that so bad it hurts.†Warm skin brushed against Sniper’s legs, and he felt a metal hand grip one of his ankles, a warm hand grabbing the other roughly. He gasped when Engineer’s mouth enveloped his cock briefly. The stocky Texan’s tongue swirled once before he pulled back with a wet pop. “Are you gonna go off and play with a Spy again when I’m not feelin’ as horny as you?†Engineer’s question was low and drawled out. Sniper knew that Engineer was doing that on purpose. He knew that it drove the Aussie up the wall. “Only if a Spy’s my hand, mate. I swear…†Sniper gasped at the feel of Engineer’s tongue trailing itself along his cock down his balls and between his cheeks to probe the spot that he’d been begging for attention for the past few minutes. “Aw, Truckie, love… ‘at’s flaming aces, Eng.†He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling, grunting when a finger took the place of the tongue and twisting and making unmanly noises when it burrowed itself deeper. “Bloody… fucking… brilliant…†He loved the stretch, loved the carefulness that the Engineer showed him. He wasn’t expecting Engineer’s cock so soon, but there was no way he would begin complaining now. A soft noise of discomfort was the only thing he let loose as his ass stretched to accommodate the new girth working its way into him in short little thrusts. His hips couldn’t move to hasten the speed or put a greater force into the thrusts. He couldn’t get the leverage for such feats. Subjected only to Engineer’s merciful pounding, Sniper urged him on with gasps and groans according to what he wanted—“faster… harder… more…â€â€”as well as praise when he did just as he needed—“Tuckie , God fucking save the Queen, you’re a beaut…†When he finally came, it left him breathless and achingly satisfied. His body felt as if it had been pushed to the limits of strength and flexibility. His shoulders and hands were numb, and his back crackled when Engineer pulled away and let him stretch his legs out. “I ain’t gonna be that nice the second time.†The Texan warned, kissing Sniper’s lips and licking away the sweat that had collected above his top lip. “Don’t let it happen again.†“ ‘m yours, love.†Sniper told Engineer, watching him flick out his pocket knife and cut the tie. He wrapped his arms around Engineer’s waist before rubbing feeling back into his wrists as he pressed his cheek to Engineer’s stomach. “Always have been.â€
These are all fantastic! Thank you thank you thank you for making bottom sniper. Bottom dudes are like my kink you have no idea. and the soldier shovel thing? (i)brilliant(/i)
Wow, okay. That Engie/ Sniper one was tons better than I'd expected. I like that you avoided a lot of stale tropes that I was baited into expecting. Just one thing, though. For some reason, it was hard to tell what was going on. The position Sniper was left in, and what not. It could just be me since I've had similar problems with bondage stories. I just sit there scratching my head and wondering, "What the hell's going on? It SOUNDS hot, but I... just don't KNOW." >>67 Um... When you have two dudes fucking... One of them is probably going to be a bottom. I'm sorry your comment just really doesn't make sense.
Oh! Also! Can I request Scout/Medic? Yes, top scout. Consenting, if you don't mind. People really love to write those two slashing/clubbing each other to death.
I am really enjoying these fics so far. You have some really creative plots paired with the interesting card scenarios. I'm eager to read more! >>69 It's so much fun reading/writing that pairing slashing/clubbing each other to death though, you must admit (unless, of course, that really isn't your thing)! Although I agree, having them consenting to some romance is nice too.
The Engie/Sniper story is really well written, but Goddamnit, does every Sniper fic have to have him involved with Spy in some way?
You guys disappoint me. Why has Scootma or Pauling not been suggested yet?! Hell, let's slash 'em together. We need ALL the tits.
>>68 I think s/he means that s/he likes Sniper a lot, and s/he prefers it when the favourite guy bottoms. Some people don't care who tops and who bottoms as long as it's sex. Others prefer a specific character to top or bottom.
>>73 I know I do. In Engie/Soldier, I always prefer Engie to bottom, for example. Dunno why. I second the need for Scootma/Pauling, though. Love to see some of that. But DEAR GOD these are beautiful, and you are a beautiful person for doing this. They're seriously great, and the only grammatical thing I've seen wrong is using " it's " when you should used " its" . The latter is the possessive form. Other than that, they're absolutely perfect in my eyes.
Thanks Millia, that's exactly what I meant I just really like the idea of this rugged kind of awkward australian guy begging to be fucked. I don't why, but theres something about a bottom sniper that hits all the right buttons for me.
>>67 Thanks! >>68 I completely understand what you’re saying, and I’m glad that it sounded hot regardless of what was actually happening with Sniper’s body. When I write these, I kind of let the force guide me through what needs to happen and then run through it a few times to make sure that it sounds good before posting it. Someday I will realize that the readers are not carbon copies of me and interpret my words as I do. >>69 As you wish. I love Con stuff. Especially romance and flowers. Romance and flowers are fucking magic. >>70 I’m actually surprised I’ve been able to make plots for these things. A lot of the time I’m just wondering, “okay, why the fuck would they be having this kind of sex?†>>71 Yes. >>72 … BUT I’VE NEVER WRITTEN TWO WOMEN HAVING SEX BEFORE. Oh, you… I will have to pull you aside later and have a talk with you about ruining the last little bit of innocence I had. >>8 Scout/Medic Jack of Clubs—Hot Sex in Hot Weather: One way to beat the heat of sex in hot weather is to make love on a cool surface. Try porcelain bathtubs and marble or tile floors. (Or an autopsy table, fuck yes.) you may find your back too col but it’s always fun to rub each other to warm it up. Water beds are usually cool, especially if you strip off the bedcover and lie right on the plastic bladder. You can also try sex in a cool shower or tub. Lather eachother really thoroughly to keep yourselves slippery with all the water. Autopsy table with the hose turned on. The air conditioner had been broken for two days straight. Since Medic’s infirmary was buried the deepest in the base, it stayed cooler longer than anywhere else. Or, at least, that’s what Scout had told the rest of the team. The autopsy table was the only metal surface long enough for him to lie down on. It was nice and cool against his back, and once the metal had absorbed enough of his body heat to become warm against his skin, he would simply switch to a different table. Fuck, he hated the heat. It never got this hot in Boston. Even in the middle of fucking July it never really reached 90. Engineer always told him that this was about what it was in Texas and he needed to suck it up—“quit your bitchin’, boy!†Fuck that, he would bitch all he wanted. He had just closed his eyes, reveling in the goose bumps fluttering across his skin from the newly cold autopsy table, when he heard the familiar click of jackboots on the floor. A groan left his lips, and he rolled over so that his chest was against the cold table—also, his bare cock. ‘Fuck pants,’ he had thought with a snort, ‘we’re all guys here, and Pyro’s like a robot or something. Pants will just make me hotter.’ Now, he kind of wished he had kept his underwear on. Maybe. He shifted his hips and a cooler bit of the table sent a pleasant jolt up his overheated little cock. Nope, underwear is for sissies. “Herr Scout, what are you doing upon my autopsy tables?†Medic sounded a little perplexed to see a naked young man lying face down on his metal tables meant for the dead, but he didn’t sound angry. That was good. Scout turned his head to see Medic admiring his dick-prints he’d left on the other table, shaking his head and muttering something in German before looking up at the youngster. “Coolin’ down. It’s fucking hot in this base.†Scout thought it was obvious, but apparently not. “Ah…†Medic stepped around the table he was at and walked over to the one Scout was on. His knee jerk reaction was get the hell out of there before Medic could shove a needle, or a probe or one of those faggy popsicle sticks in his mouth, but he really didn’t want to. He wanted all the time on this table that he could before it started warming up. Medic didn’t even approach him, just the end of the table near his feet. He touched something—a faucet, by the soft squeak it made—and then, suddenly, cold as shit water started flooding the shallow lip that the autopsy table had surrounding it. “Holy shitting fuckwads, that’s cold as balls, Doc!†Scout shivered a little, but he didn’t get up. It was too nice a sensation. He absently rolled over in the shallow water, sloshing a little out over the lip in the process. His eyes followed Medic as the doctor walked around to stand at his side. “You are cleaning up this water when we are through.†Medic told him, fumbling with something under the table and beyond Scout’s sight. “We?†Scout raised a brow and sat up a bit before Medic’s hand firmly pushed his head back down against the wet metal table. “Stay there,†was Medic’s dry answer. “If I see a knife, I’m gonna start screamin’.†Scout warned with a glare at the other man. Medic glanced at him, an amused expression on his face as he pulled out a nozzle connected to a hose. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you will start screaming?†He asked, his eyes trailing along the young runner’s body. “… you’re a real creep, y’know that?†Scout looked tense, and his eyes were still locked onto the hose in Medic’s hands. “Ja, so I’ve been told.†Medic chuckled before pressing a button on the back of the nozzle. Cold water showered out and onto Scout’s hip, causing him to make a soft, happy noise. “And you seem to have a strange affinity for the cold.†Scout didn’t reply, just watched Medic move the nozzle down his leg and then up the other. “This is… actually kind of nice, Doc…†Scout muttered, finding himself relaxing into the cool sensation of water running over his legs and, as Medic progressed, his arms and torso as well. As the older man made his way up Scout’s body, he noticed that he didn’t have his lab coat on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone. His tie—something Scout couldn’t remember ever seeing the German without—was nowhere in sight. He could see curling chest hair above the collar of his undershirt, and wondered why there was so much more grey there than in his hair. Before he could think to ask, the spray of water trailed right across his cock, drawing a sharp breath from him. It stayed longer there than it had anywhere else, and Scout’s eyes slowly drifted closed, his hips shifting at the sensation. Suddenly it started moving up again, up along his stomach and chest, up to his neck and across his face to his hair. He sighed softly, relaxing even more into the cool water that filled the shallow table. This was awesome. A warm hand suddenly enveloped his cock, and Scout’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck?!†He struggled to sit up, but Medic’s hand with the nozzle pushed him back down. “I am helping you cool off. The body releases an enormous amount of heat when stimulated—you will feel much better afterward.†Scout frowned up at Medic, but his cock didn’t agree at all with his feelings of violation and discomfort. Medic was a kind of scary guy when he didn’t get what he wanted. If all he wanted was to help Scout cool off, then who was he to fuck that up? “If you say so, Doc.†Scout relaxed back again, unable to see Medic’s eyes behind the glare in his glasses. It’s not as if it mattered—he wouldn’t be able to read the doctor’s true intentions, anyway. Medic continued his work with the hose, keeping Scout’s body cool while his other hand tended the young man’s cock. It wasn’t long until Scout was arching his hips and causing soft splashes as his ass came back down into the shallow water. “Fuck, Doc… what’re you doing down there, it’s like…†Scout took a deep breath when Medic’s hand twisted sharply around his shaft before adding pressure as he made his way toward Scout’s tip. “Fuck, it’s like you know my dick better than I do.†“Technically, I do.†Medic told him, the hose still moving even as his hand descended to Scout’s base again. He was leaning closer, watching the lean chest rise and fall with Scout’s harsher breathing, and the twitching of muscles that wanted to move, but were forced to be still. Scout had never been this still or silent when his dick was being rubbed before. Granted, that’s because he couldn’t be still and jack himself off at the same time, but that wasn’t the point. He could see Medic’s eyes now, he looked curious and intrigued by Scout’s reactions to his hand and the water nozzle. Scout’s hips arched up again and he forced back a soft groan that kept trying to escape. God, the man was good with his hand. Medic chuckled and the nozzle went away, exposing Scout once again to the warmer air. He whined softly, trying to press his hands and arms as close to the table as he could, so that they would be cooler longer. Another whine escaped his lips, but this one was due to Medic’s hand beginning to quicken it’s pace, alternating pressure in what seemed like a specific pattern that made Scout’s balls ache and his knees tremble as he struggled not to arch his hips up. “You can fuck into my hand if you like.†Medic told him, an amused quality to his voice. Scout didn’t need anymore invitation than that. The soft slap of splashing and skin against skin filled the room between ragged breaths and needy little noises from the young man on the table. He didn’t realize how nice it had felt, how fucking great it was to get that kind of intimate attention. If the cool water had been a ploy for his trust, then it had definitely worked. Whatever Medic wanted to do to him, with him, that was fine. Just as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing now. When Scout came, his toes curled and his hips arched from the table. His eyes were clenched and his mouth was open in a hiss of delight. He sloshed more water off the table when he came back down and just lay there, soaking up the sensation of cool water on his heated skin. “Well, I hope that you will clean up this mess before you go.†Medic told him, wiping his hand off on Scout’s stomach before turning to walk away. “Hey… hey, Doc…†he waited until the doctor loomed over him again with a raised brow before asking, “you think if the air’s still busted tomorrow… we could so something like this again?†The Medic smirked at him, and chuckled beneath his breath. “Perhaps I have a few more… cooling techniques that I can show you… we will see.â€
Hey. Can we do something with Saxton Hale? Can that be a thing? please?
(I'm from post 8 and I just want to say) This was BRILLIANT! I couldn't stop grinning while reading this fic, you have no idea. You did an amazing job, as per usual. I'd give you a smiley if it wasn't so frowned upon here.
My fiance and I would like to request scout orgies? like with like 3 or more scouts? like if there was a scout convention that turned into a full scale orgy! any ways ... just a thought.
>>78 It's the thought that counts. I love smilies. Glad you liked it. >>77 >>79 Of course. 8 more pairings and I’ll be full up. >>9 Scout/Engineer 3 of Spades—Oils: Oil is such a simple way to enhance your lovemaking. You can get all sorts of oils in pharmacies or various scented erotic passion oils in sex shops. To be honest Wesson oil works just as well. The key to sex games with oils is patience. Actually patience is key in most other imaginative aspects of imaginative sex as well. Rub the oil on your lover’s body slowly and thoroughly. Cover every crevice and nook. Warm it before using it in a microwave if you like but test it first before pouring it on skin. Boiling oil will not turn on your lover. (Unless they’re a Pyro.) Once you are done have your partner do the same to you. When you are both slippery, rubbing yourselves together is a natural thing to do. You’ll be surprised how good it feels. Some people keep a plastic tablecloth or sheet in their bedrooms to control the mess. Using oils in hotels and motels keeps the goo off your own sheets and is one of the reasons these places are so popular for sex. ::::: “… Scout, what in tarnation are you doin’?†“Sunbathin’, Hardhat, what’s it look like?†Scout snickered at Engineer’s expression: a mix of surprised disgust and curiosity. “I’m tired of you making fun of my tan lines, ya dick.†Engineer frowned, his hands on his hips and his eyes carefully taking in the naked youth sprawled atop the 2fort battlements. “Out here in the open.†“Yep. That’s where the sun is. Geeze, thought you had a PhD in science.†“I have several scientific PhDs, Scout.†Engineer rolled his eyes and sat down next to Scout, letting his eyes follow the lightly perspiring skin from his neck, down the ridge of his back and to his tight little rump. It was so white compared to his forearms, face and neck, that Engineer had taken it upon himself to tease the younger man when they were in bed together. It was a nice contrast, the soft, white flesh beneath his own tanned and calloused hands. He leaned over to pick up the brown bottle sitting next to Scout. “Tanning oil?†He asked, a smirk on his lips. “Where’d you get this stuff?†He asked, opening the cap and taking a suspicious sniff. “None o’ your damn business—Start rubbin’ it on my back, will ya?†Engineer snorted at the Scout’s youthful cheek, but he was used to it by now. Beyond used to it, really. He scooted closer and upended the bottle so that he could get some on his hand before beginning to rub it into Scout’s back. It wasn’t quite as white as his rear, sporting a lighter tan than his face and arms, but it was still a contrast to Engineer’s own farm-tanned and -toughened hands. The slick slide of the oil made Scout relax, but it was making Engineer tense as he remembered why he had come looking for Scout. He’d really been in the mood for some off-the-clock fucking. Usually they could grab a quickie in his nest before his Sentry gave the other team a chance to see what was going on behind that rocking dispenser, but it was nice to sit down and have a nice long screw every once in a while. Things like this just complicated matters, though. If Scout would rather just lay out here and bake in the sun while he wanted to fuck, how could he broach the subject? “Hey, after I oil you up, let’s rub together until we’re gasping for God†or “you know what else this oil would be good for? Your dick in my ass,†are things that Scout would say or do. Engineer was too mature for that. He could wait until Scout was ready to please him. His index and middle fingers slipped down into the crevice of Scout’s ass cheeks. He could wait. “Getting kind of friendly down there, ain’t you?†He suddenly realized that his hand was oiling the inside of Scout’s ass instead of the cheeks on the outside. He blushed and cleared his throat, withdrawing his hand to put more tanning oil on it. “Just… making sure I get everywhere.†“Mhm…†Scout arched himself back against Engineer’s hand when he started rubbing the oil onto Scout’s ass cheeks again. “Engie, if you want this ass so bad, you can have it.†There was a teasing lilt to his voice, and Engineer knew that it wasn’t a real offer for right there on the battlements, right then in the midday sun. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t take it. He unclipped his overalls and kicked off his work boots, prompting Scout to turn and watch him with a cocked eyebrow and a small smirk. “Dude, seriously? Out here?†He rolled onto his back and grabbed the bottle to rub some oil on his chest and stomach. Engineer stole the bottle back as soon as he was stripped down to his underwear and flipped Scout back over again. “But that side was done—! Oh…†Engineer’s hands started working the oil more fervently into his back, wrenching a sigh from the young runner and prompting him to relax beneath the large hands rubbing the oil into his skin and the stress from his back. “Dude… we should do this more often. Massages are awesome.†A soft chuckle left Engineer’s throat, but he didn’t reply. He was too focused on getting enough oil out of the bottle so that he could prepare Scout’s ass. The young man arched and gasped like he always did, his leg muscles quivering in delight as Engineer stretched and thrusted and wiggled his fingers up into him. “You like my fingers bein’ up your ass too much, kid.†“Yeah… so?†Scout gasped, his hands clenched into fists against the wood of the battlements. “Fuuuuuck, Engie, hurry up! Need a dickspenser here-“ “Shut up, son.†Engineer grumbled as he finally pushed his cock into the Scout beneath him. When he leaned forward against Scout’s slick back, he circled his hands around the kid’s wrists, easily engulfing the skinny appendages as he moved with the younger man. Scout arched and flexed and pushed back on him, eager to feel those sparks of pleasure when Engineer hit deep inside him at just the right angle. He shivered at the feel of now-greasy chest hair slipping against his oiled back, and the firm grip that Engineer maintained on his wrists even as his powerful upper arms pushed back into the Scout’s shoulders to draw him back with more force upon his cock. “Fuck, Engie… just… fuck.†Engineer’s teeth found Scout’s ear and he bit the lobe sharply in retaliation. “Coulda done this in my workshop, or your room, but you just had to be up here, toasting your ass for all the base to see.†“Could’ve just asked, you sick prick.†Scout replied, rolling a thrust from his shoulders along his back and all the way through his hips to jolt Engineer’s cock inside him. He groaned at the sensation, and the punishment of another nip to his ear as well as a particularly rude thrust from his fuck buddy. “Yeah, and then spent an hour yelling all over the base why I want to have sex with you.†“I only—shit—do that because it’s fucking hil—Jesus, Engie, Christ Almighty—what was I saying…?†“That we’re going back to your room after this for another round.†Engineer supplied, slipping his slick hands down Scout’s body to his hips so that he could tug them up to get a better angle. “Oh… yeah.†Engineer reached around to feel Scout’s cock—it was still hard, so he roughly pushed Scout’s shoulders down so that he wasn’t supporting himself on his elbows anymore and gingerly wrapped his other hand around Scout’s cock, jerking him off in time with his quick, hard thrusts. They never came at the same time, no matter how elaborately Engineer might try to plan it. He tried letting himself go when he felt Scout tense around him, but it was always too early, or too late. As they lay together, both covered in tanning oil and sweat and spunk in the hot, 2fort sun, Engineer wondered if that just meant that they weren’t compatible. Not that he had been looking for anything too permanent with Scout. He was an excellent lay, certainly, though he really needed to work on keeping his huge-ass teeth in check when he gave blowjobs. Engineer sighed and sat up after a bit, beginning to collect his clothes. “So… my room, round two. Meet you there when I can walk straight again.†Scout grinned up at him, that little satisfied half-grin he got dimpling one of his cheeks. Engineer smiled down at him and finished clipping his overalls on before bending down to sling the naked Scout over his shoulder. “Walking ain’t the only way to get places, little buddy.†“Dude, you’re like my trained horse.†Scout announced, slapping Engineer’s ass and earning the reward of a stinging swat to his exposed posterior. He snickered and made horse jokes all the way back to his room, while Engineer punished him accordingly each time.
YES.
I have got to say, all of these make me very happy in my pants. The sensory details are especially lovely - and even with the summer heat I've got going on here, Scout's own escape from that was vivid enough to give me some respite of my own just from reading it. Kudos on that front. And I'll echo the chorus of bottom Sniper, because it's a very lovely thing.
dickspencer. dickspencer dickspencer why is that so in character for scout I can't even
All of these are so great. How about some Medic/Scout/Engie? Consensual on all behalfs, please.
Pyro and Spy, please! Doesn't matter what gender pyro or who is dominant. Dubcon is a must, though, yessss
>>83 Because Scout is magical with words and making them into naughty words. >>85 Derp... how do I dubcon? I'll see if I can pull this off. I meant to have this up earlier, but then I started playing tf2... ahem... >>10 Engineer/Pyro 2 of Spades—Blindfolded Sex: Lots of people make love in dark rooms and even more close their eyes during sex, at least at the critical moment. The thing that makes blindfolded sex a bit more exciting is the knowledge that your partner can see you and you can’t see them. The blindfolded party has the helpless feeling that many find thrilling: feeling helpless while their lover is virtually in total control. It’s a great combination and a very simple way to get into more imaginative sex. Be sure to use a comfortable blindfold. Something soft and opaque and large enough to really cover the eyes. Using a handkerchief that you can practically see through and that falls off halfway through the game ruins the effect. To make imaginative sex work, spend a few moments to do it right. ::::: It was so strange to find out that Pyro “like liked†him. It had come in the form of a note. A little piece of stationary in purple penning with unicorns prancing through fields of brightly colored candy flowers. A small poem, much like he had written in middle school before he discovered his true love—Science. I know you can’t see The blushes I make. I know you can’t hear The deep breaths I take. I know you can’t see The love I have. I know you can’t understand The hugs I gave. But still… I like it when you don’t pull away. I like it when you tell me to stay. I sit in the corner, Silence abound, And through it all, Love and peace I have found. I want to pursue this. Meet me on the roof tonight. Engineer stared at the note for a long time, sitting there on that roof. He’d wasn’t really interested per se… after all, he didn’t know if Pyro really appealed to his tastes. Of course, he allowed the touches and hugs because he was a friendly sort of man—providing that you didn’t hurt his machines, question his intelligence, or back sass him. He glanced at his watch and sighed before standing. Maybe Pyro knew that he would just want to talk, and that made the quiet little guy too afraid to show. Just as he thought about staying for another half-hour—just to be sure—he heard the sound of a boot scuffing behind him. Thick cloth settled over his eyes, and his hands darted up to pull at it before he heard a voice he was used to hearing muffled. “Don’t. I want to talk, but I do not want you to see me. Not yet.†The voice was too gravelly to be a woman’s, but there was a sweetness in it and a pitch too fine to outright be a man’s voice. “Please, Engie…†His hands followed the thick cloth around to rest on the trembling hands, still gloved. He patted the backs gently and smiled a little. “Yeah, alright, Pyro. Just take it easy. ‘N’ don’t tie this thing too tight, y’hear?†Warm breath ghosted across his ear, in a laugh—too warm. It was a strange sensation. He felt a gentle tug before the gloved hands fell away from his new blindfold. “Alright, then…†he wasn’t sure where to begin. Pyro knew just what it wanted, though. ::::: It was searing, the heat that Pyro gave off. Engineer shivered as the firebug’s mouth took more of him in. Scarred fingertips, just as hot and gentle as the tongue that danced along his shaft, carefully pressed against the base of his shaft before tracing trails of warmth up to meet its own lips. “Good God Almighty, Pyro…†he whispered, surprised that he was getting so much enjoyment from touch alone. Engineer was a visual kind of man, but Pyro hadn’t let him remove the blindfold even once. Being a respectful man, he honored this wish. It had only given Pyro the drop on him when it inched closer and suddenly started touching and massaging. It hadn’t taken long before Engineer allowed Pyro to unzip him, figuring that the other might be more comfortable with him if he was free with it. Some decisions are made with good intentions and end up with an Engineer writhing mindlessly beneath a faceless lover on his workshop floor. This was one such decision. Pyro’s tongue was as skillful as it was impish, teasing and pestering Engineer’s cock into rocketing jolts of pleasure from the base of Engineer’s spine to the tip of his toes. His legs were tense and motionless, as if afraid that moving might provoke Pyro into pulling back and running away. It was a flighty thing, his Pyro. Always muttering about how it should go, and racing for the door if he asked if he could remove his blindfold yet. That was nothing compared to the time he had rested his hand on its face. Pyro hadn’t come around for a week after that, but then showed up like nothing happened. Engineer was allowed to touch its face anytime he wanted now. His rough hands pulled lightly at the short hair, the tips of his fingers tracing the mostly faded scars beneath the slightly greasy locks. Then they travelled down to the cheeks, mapping the ridges and valleys caused by extensive burn damage. He could gently trace a finger along where the Pyro’s left ear used to be, now it was merely a hole with some melted skin forming a rough hill where the cartilage used to be. He traced his hands along the blockish jaw, feeling the lack of symmetry and mapping the ridges of the leftside against the smoothness of the right. He could complete a face, drawing it in his mind’s eye as his trembling fingers traced up the swell of Pyro’s right cheek and the dip of its left. He could see a perfect face, or he could visualize the reality. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine liking the perfect face more than what was really there. “Oh, darlin’…†he whispered, rolling his hips up into Pyro’s mouth with a soft groan. Pyro mimicked his noise, and the vibrations coupled with the beautiful heat of the firebug’s mouth brought Engineer over the edge. He felt the scarred fingers gently tuck him back into his overalls, and he caught them quickly before Pyro could pull away and run from him. He pulled, and Pyro fell into his chest, lips pressing to his almost hesitantly. “Engineer, I still have your—“ Engineer’s tongue dove into that warm mouth, ignoring the taste of himself and focusing on the spicy heat beyond. He pulled back just as Pyro began to respond, and pulled Pyro’s hands up to rest over the blindfold. It didn’t struggle, or protest, and Engineer felt like he had finally won a victory when the cloth slipped from his cool blue eyes and met Pyro’s warm brown.
Oh god, all of these are so great! No matter the pairing, I can't help but love them all. If you're still taking in pairing requests, would Engineer/Ms. Pauline be alright? Or any het with Engineer.
Damn these are amazing. Do you mind if I request something cute with Pyro/Scout? Preferably, fem!Pyro, but either works.
ahhh the Engie/Pyro one... so good. A wonderful fill, I'll be rereading it often.
Alrightttt, after 89, there are only 4 more request spots open. Thanks to everyone who's been enjoying these so far! Your support means a lot. >>11 Heavy/Scout 10 of Diamonds—Sexy Clothes: Here’s a game that is not only fun but will help you clean out your closets and use up that t-shirt collection that you can’t wear out. Make your own sexy clothes by taking old stuff and cutting out peek holes in all the good places. Crotchless old jeans and shirts with nipple holes are a good start. Color them with magic markers or draw directions on just where your lover should start and go. When you start love making you don’t even have to worry about spills and lotions. Just smear everything around and throw them out at the end of your session. Don’t put them in the Good Will or Salvation Army collection box. Heavy just stared at the Scout lounging before him. He had never seen the boy so… well, for lack of a better word, cocky. They had kissed and wrestled and dry humped before, but had never really quite taken that last step into a full-fledged sexual relationship. He supposed that this was Scout’s way of doing just that. The young man was lounging on Heavy’s bed, all the extra pillows arranged around him so that he was reclining instead of lying flat. His shirt was off, but that wasn’t anything new. If Scout didn’t have to look presentable, he sure as hell wasn’t going to. Heavy had learned that early on. The strange thing wasn’t that he was shirtless, lounging on a plethora of pillows and wiggling his eye brows suggestively. It wasn’t the nervous sweat on his lip, or the way his toes curled when Heavy’s eyes followed his long, lean body. It was the pants he was wearing. They were a pair of jeans that Heavy had seen many times before. There was a stain from where Scout had started making out with him before he could finish cleaning Sasha right there on the knee. However, the crotch was missing—messily cut out and it looked like a permanent marker had been taken to them, drawing arrows up from his mid-thigh toward his crotch. Mouth goes here. Heavy swallowed the lump forming in his throat and carefully swung Sasha up onto his work table. He would need to clean her before he went to sleep, but this anomaly needed investigating first. As he approached the bed, Scout grinned cheekily and stroked himself a few times. “Alright, big guy… I know I gotta spell everything out for you, so here it goes.†Scout took a deep breath and shifted so that he was on his knees, putting his weight back toward his hips so that he was able to balance. It also pushed his mostly-hard cock further into the air. “This is my cock. You are my hump-buddy, and we’re gonna be fuck-buddies now. Ya dig?†Heavy considered Scout’s words, understanding most of what he had said despite his atrocious accent and the speed at which he spoke. “Hmmm…†a rumble settled in Heavy’s chest as he eyed Scout. The youth didn’t look like he was about to back down from this stance, though most others wouldn’t even attempt to order around four hundred pounds of raw power. “C’moooooon, you see how hard this thing is?†Scout was whining now, his hand still gently stroking himself. “Okay, okay, if you don’t like that one, you’ll fucking love this.†He tottered from side to side until his back was facing Heavy. “Alright, okay, so…†At first, it looked like nothing was wrong with the back, but as soon as Scout bend over, Heavy saw the rent in the back seam split open and more words written up the back of his legs. He tilted his head slightly to read the messily scribbled print. Dick goes here was written along the back of one leg. Finger goes here was along the other, arrows pointing toward the pert hole that was also displayed. He let out a soft chuckle and quietly made his way closer when Scout started babbling again. “Or like… anything. Finger, dick, bullet, Sasha, Natascha, your tongue… oh, man, especially your tongue…†His elbow started moving, and Heavy heard the soft sound of skin slapping skin as Scout began to jack himself off harder. “Little Scout should not come before I have a chance to play.†Heavy rumbled disapprovingly, hooking his hand into the waistband of Scout’s ruined jeans and tugging him around so that he was laying on his back, his hand still jerking around his cock. The younger man’s hand slowed to a stop and his breathing visibly quickened at the implications. “Fuck yeah, okay, that’s cool… I can like… you know, come multiple times. Just give me a short make out breather and I’ll be—“ Heavy cut him off with a kiss, his hand taking over for Scout’s and wrenching a moan from the youth. “Scout needs to talk less.†He murmured against the searching lips before he began suckling his way down the bobbing throat, fluttering chest and heaving stomach. Scout’s breathing sounded like he had just run a marathon, and Heavy felt the damp tip of the young man’s cock with his thumb before dragging his hand down the denim fabric to hook Scout’s leg over his shoulder. “Oh, God, man…†Heavy wasn’t even touching Scout’s cock with his lips yet, just ghosting his warm, moist breath across his leaking head. He gasped and cursed a few more times before Heavy gave up his playfulness and wrapped his lips around his little lover. Scout came quickly from the blowjob and lay gasping on the bed, grinning up at Heavy like he was the happiest Scout in the world—and he probably was at that particular moment. Heavy got up from the bed and walked over to begin cleaning Sasha. He figured that the Scout would fall asleep, and leave him to tend his gun in peace; he looked tired enough for it. As soon as Heavy finished disassembling Sasha, he felt lazy arms drape over his shoulders. “Alright, let’s go.†Hips pushed against his back and withdrew before pressing forward again. “C’monnnn…†“Scout, I am working—“ lips pressed against his neck and snuck up to part for an inquisitive tongue right beneath his ear. “What’d I tell ya?†He asked, reaching around to take one of Heavy’s thick wrists in his hand and bringing it around to press against his rear. “Fingers and dicks go here. A’ight?†Heavy sighed and put his cleaning rag down. When he turned to look at Scout, it was with a strange fondness that he usually reserved for his guns. He picked up the smaller man and set him on his lap, his hand squeezing between the tight cheeks and pulling a gasp from Scout. “Right.â€
Oh man, I loved this last one. Your characterization of both of them is great, but especially Heavy. Scout has come? Okay, Sasha is now clearly higher priority. Awesome.
Checking this thread has become a daily ritual for me and it always pays off. As for request, how about Demoman/Engineer?
Spy/Pauling. Because it's a pretty backed-up ship.
Spy/Soldier please?
I second Spy/Soldier. But, if possible, I'd much prefer it with Soldier topping, please.
Alright, that's it for requests, then.
Heavy/Scout is the best! My day has been made, man.
Thirding Spy Soldier.
I like the idea of spy/soldier, but you could you do soldier/scout also? I never see that pairing.
Forget that last post I didn't see the one about no more requesting, Sorry.
I love this thread and i know no more requests but... i looooove engie in these
>>12 Engineer /Pyro Lover—Joker/Wild Card: Whatever the fuck Scrunchy feels like writing. Which happens to be a continuation of sorts from the previous Engineer/Pyro fic. ::::: It was always so hot. Just touching the Pyro always set the Texan’s skin ablaze. Engineer still wasn’t sure of Pyro’s gender, but that only threw him off a little bit. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop coming back for more of that mouth. The quick and quirky tongue, always warm and, sometimes a little parched, but that didn't take away from them enjoying each other. Pyro's hands, too, were a reason that the Texan couldn't stay away. The smooth and ridged palms that rubbed down his back with searing heat and the clever digits that explored and teased and made him go weak with desperation. Pyro never removed its suit past its hips, and its chest was just a scarred mass. Breasts might have once adorned the smooth skin, but now it was just a smooth expanse of tissue. Pyro’s arms and back were muscled from supporting its flamethrower, but its stomach was soft. Engineer often spent nights laying with Pyro, soaking up the heat and pillowing his head on its soft stomach. Scorching fingers traced patterns across his scalp, and trailed across the light fuzz on his head. He shivered every time the fingers trailed along his jaw and neck. The ghosts of searing touches trailed along his dick, thighs, chest and stomach at the sensation. At times like this, he was left silently contemplating whether he was happier staying where he was, near dozing and pillowed on Pyro’s stomach, or if he wanted to shift up and steal a kiss from the lopsided mouth. Did he want to trail his tongue along the ridge of scarring that curled up from the twisted lips, around Pyro’s left eye, following the ridge of the bone around and across its forehead to hide in its hair? Did he want to trace his fingers across the newer injuries lacing Pyro’s older torso burns? He didn’t know where any of them came from—deeming it a touchy subject—but he knew enough to know which ones were less than two years old. These, he traced with a ginger reverence, wondering what had happened on Pyro’s vacation, or perhaps it had just never gone to Medic about them. “You enjoy touching me.†Pyro commented, watching Engineer’s hand entwine their fingers against the mattress. Two of them were melted together, so their hands didn’t fit together perfectly, but Engineer thought that it felt just right all the same. “Yessir.†Engineer replied, always referring to Pyro as a man even though its gender was really a curiosity to him. Pyro never seemed to mind—if being identified as a certain gender was something that the other cared about, Engineer was fairly certain that he would know by now. “Why is that?†Engineer shifted so that he was laying on his side, his ear pressed against Pyro’s stomach and listening to the inner workings of its digestive tract for the briefest of moments before sliding up to rest his ear against Pyro’s chest. He could hear the other’s heartbeat, a tattoo with a soft undertone of asthmatic lungs crackling. “ ‘Cause I know that no one else has gotten to.†He raised his eyes to meet Pyro’s. “Not in a long, long time, anyway.†A smile formed on his lips and he kissed the scarred tissue where a peck or breast might have once rested. “What does that have to—“ Engineer’s hands reached up to twine in the short, practical hair, and he saw Pyro flinch at the still-strange contact. “You still flinch… I want that flinch to turn into a lean…†He stroked his thumbs along the asymmetrical cheeks, his eyes still locked on the flicking brown eyes. Whether they were looking for an escape, or taking in the details of his face, he could only guess, but when his lips met Pyro’s, its eyes closed and a soft sigh was exchanged between them. “Then let us work on it more often…†Pyro rarely chuckled, but when it did, the noise rattled in its throat. “Gladly, darlin’. Gladly.†::::: Oh, yeah, and then they fucked. I wanted some fluff, sue me for not including porn.
65 here, thought I'd drop in to say that I really enjoyed the new, fluffy piece of Engineer and Pyro. I'm pleased as punch that you decided to add onto it. A minor criticism for you using 'smooth' twice in the same sentence. It made for clunky reading. Felt like a record that had slipped a little. Also, describing these two different aspects with the same adjective can be interpreted as encouragement to associate the two, which I don't think is your intention.
>>104 Reading through to find that showed me another one of those sentences, derp. You're right, I wasn't intending association at all, and I see what you mean. Thank you for pointing that out-- I often have that issue. Glad that you liked the new piece!
theyre cute... love your interpretation of pyro. However I got a bit lost when Eng was describing his face - the bit around the "lopsided mouth". Thanks for updating, Scrunchy!
>>106 Sorry about that, it's just that half of his mouth is burned, which partially paralyzed some of the muscles, so his mouth isn't symmetrical at all, which causes it to look a little lopsided. Not too happy with this one... >>13 Pyro /Medic 7 of Hearts—Your Invitation to Imagination: The best game of all is just the ability to use your imagination to think up hundreds of your own games. These games can be anything from shaving each other to covering your beloved with fresh fruit or gourmet chocolate and M&Ms and then eating it off. You can dress in each other’s clothes and reverse your usual sex roles or go to a bar separately and pick each other up. Great sex is yours for the taking if you’re not lazy. ::::: As a bartender, I see a lot of things. “Mmph, mmphrphm.†Like a man in a gas mask and… suit of some sort… “What is that, some sort of pickup line?†… and a well-dressed German man. “Nrr…†They arrive separately, but leave together. Every Saturday for the past two months, one comes in and sits down. Not too soon after, the other enters. The one in the suit never orders a drink, but the German has a taste for Scotch. He pays cash every time, and doesn’t bother running up a tab. “I’m not interested…†The most I’ve seen him drink is just one. Somewhere between halfway through his tumbler and draining the last drop, the one in the suit will usually approach him. Sometimes it’s the other way around, though. He’ll have given the suited person a few glances, or have turned away from the bar and just out right stared at the other. As if he were scoping them out before taking the courage to go over and proceed. “Srrrr, whrrs yr nrrrm?†If the one being hit on gets annoyed, he will usually go to the back room and hide in the smoky pool tables to get some privacy. The other is always quick to follow, and I lose sight of them after that. “Go away.†The one in the mask says something that I can’t really understand. It’s just a series of muffles. “I said go away.†It looks like the German is going to stomp away early tonight. I glance at my coworkers and give them a thumbs up. I’m going to follow them and see what happens in the back. “Nrr.†The German drains the last of his scotch and stands abruptly. His shoulder hits the person in the suit, and they stumble into the bar. I’m not sure if they’re chuckling or muttering something under their breath. They stay, watching the man walk away, and I wonder if there’s a deliberate sway in the German’s walk, or if I’m just seeing things. It’s probably deliberate. It doesn’t take long before the masked suitor follows. I slip away, quietly following them. My coworkers will cover my shift until I’m back. They know that my curiosity must be sated. I have to know what happens back there to cause them to walk out, arm in arm. There’s nothing back here except for pool tables and a juke box. I look around for them and see the door leading to the bathrooms swing shut. I should go back, but my feet carry me forward and I carefully open the door so that it doesn’t creak. I can already hear shuffling, and the German lets out a short, barking laugh before I head a long, loud zipper. Edging in the remainder of the way, I look in the mirror and see them. The one in the suit is pressed up against one of the stall doors, a wicked bite mark already red on his shoulder. I can tell that it’s a man now from his build, and the German’s hand reaching inside the suit to stroke him. The mask is still on, and I wonder if it’s hard for him to breathe as the German grinds against his exposed ass. The zipper I had head extends down his suit from the base of his neck, where the mask ends, and down to his lower back. The German is working the suit down his shoulders and when he shifts, I see burn marks lancing across the masked man’s back. The suit slips down below the masked man’s buttocks, and the German chuckles in approval, still grinding, even as he reaches for his belt. I can hear the masked man wheezing against the inside of his mask, but his hips shove back against the other man’s crotch. A muffled whimper can be heard through the filter. He’s speaking German now. I don’t understand any of it, but the way he says it is clear enough that I feel a jerk in my own stomach as his belt comes down in a harsh slap against the masked man’s ass. He masked man doesn’t act like it hurt at all, even though the very sound of it made me flinch. The German keeps smacking him, acting as if it’s a pastime while he undoes his pants and inches closer once again. He kneels to kiss the red streaks going horizontally along the masked man’s ass before his fingers begin to touch places that really weren’t meant to be touched. I slip back and press my back to the door. They’re really just going to do it right here? I know that we’ve had people fuck in the bathrooms in the past, but… never two men at the same time. I take a deep breath and let it out softly before holding it all together when I hear the masked man say something. “Oh, ja?†The German snickered a little to himself and I finally let out my breath. Then I heard a soft noise of pain muffled by a mask. Gasping groans and the slick slap of skin against the stall door followed shortly after. It’s the one that’s loose a little, so it makes a creak as the pressure of their bodies lets off of it, and then a bang when the German slams the masked man against it once again. I stand there, legs shaking and ears listening. My eyes are closed and sweat gathers above my top lip. It takes forever for them to finish, or, for the German to. I’m not sure if the masked man did or not, but all goes quiet save for our harsh breathing. I suck in a breath and quickly leave, not caring about the creaking door as I find my way through the pool tables and back to the bar. I wanted to glance in the mirror again, but I’m not brave enough. My coworkers ask me how it went, but I don’t reply. I just start mixing drinks and keep my eyes down. I’m not sure if I should have liked what I saw.
Didnt even read the post yet, just pissed off at the card. Isn't the same fucking thing as a wild card? What lazy bastards. Anyway, gonna read it, sure you made the most of it haha Captcha: presante though Lol
108 here. Were they screwing outside a stall? That's a stupid question i know, just struck me as odd. Also, in my head, the bartender was scout ... voyeur scout is the best
>>108 I know, right? I was like: … So… basically you had 51 and you were like: hm… OH, HEY, THEY CAN DO OUR JOBS FOR US! >>109 Yes, they were. There was probably someone in it, or Medic was like: this will be less germy, lock it first. Take your pick. He/she sounded like Scout a lot in my mind, so it might be a Scout working a seedy bartender job before he gets picked up by TF Industries. Yupyup. ::::: >>14 Spy/Scout 5 of Spades—Vibrators: Vibrators are the ultimate sex game tool and they have become absolutely mainstream. The truly fun use of vibrators comes with using them on imaginative parts of your lover’s body. Anyone can stick a vibrator between someone’s legs and pop an orgasm but think how much more exciting it is to start on the soles of their feet and to take 20 minutes just to reach their thighs. Putting the vibrator near but not quite on the erogenous zone can drive a person wild. Try connecting the vibrations to the zone using your tongue or fingers as the conductor. The vibration won’t be as strong but the effect is electrifying. Try it. Be imaginative. ::::: So, Spy gave me this vibrator, right? It’s fucking amazing. I mean, I really was sad I wouldn’t be getting any nookie when he left for his vacation. Shit, man, if this is the kind of thing that he gives me to stop whining, then he should leave the base more often. While he’s away, I sleep in his room. It’s not because I like the smell of his sheets, or wearing one of his shirts while I masturbate, or because his pillows are more expensive and comfortable than mine—that’s faggy stuff. I do it because I know he’d disapprove of me messing up his bed and not making it the next morning before battle. I know that he hates it when I leave my toothbrush in his private bathroom, and that I never clean my sneakers before I come in. There’s plates resting on every flat surface, and an empty box of tissues in the corner. Used ones are all over the damn place, a testimony to my awesomeness at using this beautiful little contraption. I still have a few days to clean it up before he gets back. ::::: I’m laying face down on Spy’s bed, groaning into his pillow as my fingers probe and stretch my ass. I’m still not as good as Spy is, and it twinges when I tense to get a better angle. My fingers are slick with Vaseline, and I pull them out to reapply once I realize that I hadn’t used enough the first time. My breathing comes in heavy pants, a soft whine slipping out when the tip of one of my fingers nears my prostate, but falls just short. “Augh… shit…†I pull my fingers out and quickly dip my fingers in the Vaseline once again. Spy’s present is already on when I coat it in the stuff, and I watch the gloop slide down from the shuddering, rounded tip like it’s the best thing in the world. Because it totally fucking is. I gently push the rounded end into myself, groaning and gripping the sheets at the sensation. The pressure is nothing new, but the way that it shakes my insides is like crack to me. I pull myself up so that I’m kneeling on the bed and my breath catches in my throat just as the base meets the bed. I had intended to sit on it, shove it deep inside and just twitch around while jerking my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore. That was before I saw Spy with his duffel bag in his hand, staring at me like he wanted to murder me and fuck me at the same time. You can’t tell it on his face, of course, but his eyes don’t lie. They’ve got that look like I’m in trouble, because his room is such a fucking mess, and I’m wrinkling one of his fucking shirts. At the same time, though, they have that predatory glint he gets when he’s really horny and expects resistance on my part. The only time I ever resist is when I want something, though. “Continue…†he tells me as he sets his bag down and closes the door. The lock snaps into place with a firm click, and he starts removing his jacket like nothing’s wrong. I don’t start moving again until he sits in the chair at his desk, smoking a cigarette and watching me with hungry eyes. I guess I’ll get chewed out for the room later, because right now those tight slacks of his look like they’re about to bust a zipper. “Was I not clear enough, Scout?†His eyes narrow, and I take it as a sign that I better get back on it, or he’ll come over and do it for me—roughly. I slide down on the vibrator, gasping as the sensation gets closer to my stomach. I pause when the stretch starts to feel uncomfortable, and I carefully grasp the end against the bed before sliding off and slamming myself back on. “Fuck…†I hiss, leaning forward and stroking myself as the pleasure jolts through my system. “Again…†he orders, and I push myself up to repeat the motion. I keep doing it until the vibrator finds what I’m looking for. Everything kind of goes fuzzy, and I’m only vaguely aware that I’m falling onto my side. The overstimulation feels like it’s going to fucking kill me, but I don’t want it to ever stop. My hand is still flying over my dick, milking it for all it’s worth, and my tongue darts out to wet my parched lips. “Aw… yeah…†I sigh softly, my eyes clenched and jaw slack. I don’t notice that he’s stood until the vibrator is pulled out of my ass. I roll onto my back, whining softly at the removal of my present, but when I see him cleaning it with that look—the one he gets when he’s trying to figure out what to do to me—I shut the fuck up and just lay there. As I wait for his verdict, I calm down. My eyes begin drooping and the tingles that were rocketing through my system just kind of lag into nothingness. When he starts touching me, I sit up a bit, eager to see what’s in store, but he just shoves me back down again and tells me to close my eyes. I sigh and do as I’m told, knowing that whatever he’s going to do, it’ll be awesome. The vibrator tickles my foot when he first holds it against it. I smile a little, trying not to jerk my foot away, or kick him in the face. Fuck, he might kill me for something like that. It takes him forever to go over my whole sole, and then he starts moving up to the top. Once he’s done being a dumb faggot there, he goes around my ankle, then follows the chiseled lines of my leg up my calf to the back of my knee. Around to the front, and then he starts moving back down again, painfully slow. It’d be almost relaxing if I wasn’t so fucking confused. Forever and a decade fucking later, he makes it to my hip. My cock starts to wake up again, knowing that the vibrator is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. When Spy traces a loopity-loop around my package and starts down the other fucking leg, I lose it and wrap my legs around his torso. “Scout! I am—“ “Going too fucking slow, man.†I wrestle him so that he’s under me and reach for the vibrator, but he’s not giving it up. It’s still slick from the Vaseline, so I can’t get a good grip. “Fine, I don’t need that thing to get off. I’ve got you back now.†I grin at him and rip his shirt open so that I can lay nips and kisses down it on my way to his cock. It’s so fucking hard I can feel the heat against my leg through his pants. “Christ… Do you want to hurt these nice slacks, man?†I ask, biting a mouthful of flabby old-man-Spy stomach as my fingers unbutton and unzip him before he can seriously bust anything. When I take him in my hand, he’s hot as hell. There’s a hint of relief in his sigh, but I know there’s annoyance there too. I messed up his game, but mine’s better—it takes less time and patience too. As soon as I’m sure that he’s not going to roll us over, or something else to regain control, I slip down to kneel between his legs and shove his pants and underwear down those long, skinny-ass legs until they’re hanging off his ankles. He’s already leaking, and I probe the tip with my tongue. He lets out a pretty fucking happy sound, and it makes me want to just go to town on his cock. So I fucking do. He’s so fucking hot in my mouth that I’m afraid he’ll blow before I can get any enjoyment out of this. I tease him with my tongue, trying to make him make as much noise as possible before beginning to bob my head, taking a little more in each time. Once he touches the back of my throat, I groan against the tip, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. His heels hook behind my thighs, and tug me closer as I start bobbing again. The next time he touches the back of my throat, I just fucking chuckle. I know that the noises he’s making he won’t make for anyone else. They’re too needy, too embarrassing. The thought causes one of my hands to travel down to my stiffening cock. He can trust me, though. I won’t tell anyone he forgets how to speak English when he gets close, or that he makes sounds any girl would be ashamed of because they’re just so fucking pansy. It doesn’t take long before I’m splattering on the floor, a groan vibrating around his cock in my mouth. That’s really the last straw that sets him off. When he comes, I swallow. He glares at me like he always does, and I lick my lips in silent defiance before I’m on top of him and snuggling into his arms. After a few minutes, he gives me a reluctant sigh and wraps his arms around me firmly. “I missed you, ma puce…†“Yeah, yeah, figures you would, you wimp…†“You will be cleaning my room before I allow you to fall asleep tonight. You know this, oui?†“Mhmm…†I yawn and snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep.
My otp with my favorite tool of the trade. I am a woman with simple pleasures, and you have exceeded all of them. (seriously, this whole thread is hitting kinks i forgot i wanted hit. like, all of them.)
>>110 Hnnngghh! My dick!
Fifthing spy/soldier.
I love you I love scout I love the part, "Once he's done being a dumb faggot" I love how youtry to play along with that card and kind of give up partway through Came buckets
>>111 It's hitting kinks I never knew I had either. Christ, I don't know how to feel about myself anymore. >>114 It took me ten minutes to scan through and find that sentence because I totally did not remember putting it in there. I'm glad I did, though. I need to practice my Scout more often for the fanfic I have coming up in Sept. Lol, yeah, I saw the prompt and I looked a the pairing. I was like: ... yeah, Scout's going to take 20 minutes to get up Spy's leg to his dick... or he's totally going to let Spy take 20 minutes to get to his dick. Noway. ::::: Game mechanics, what are those? >>15 Soldier/Demo / Spy/Soldier—this one’s kind of a two-fer. 10 of Clubs—Quickies: Quickies are usually thought of as inept sex but if you create the right mood and fantasy they can be fun. Besides, lots of the games in this book were geared towards women and here is at least one that the guys will like. Pretend a large closet in your house is an elevator. Go into it with a kitchen timer set for 5 minutes. See if you can get undressed enough to have sex and put yourself back into more or less presentable form before the “door†opens with the timer ring. If you get good enough maybe you can try it in a real elevator. ::::: It was one of those ideas that came to them in between the “just one more†shot of tequila and “holy crap, when did we get shit-faced?†bottle of whiskey. Doe and DeGroot thought it was one of the most inspirational things that they could have come up with in their current state. In their wild night of drinking, they never thought that timing themselves to see how quickly they could jerk off would lead to this. Their eyes were locked in a heated staring match, thinking of the raunchiest things they could as a kind of head start for what they were about to embark on. Doe glanced down at DeGroot’s impressive bulge and wondered if the other man was farther along than he was. “You’re cheating, DeGroot.†“Ach, ‘n’ you aren’t, Doe-boy?†Degroot reached over to give Doe a playful grab, but he grabbed DeGroot’s wrist and gave him a glare. They traded a rancid, alcohol infused breath as their foreheads smacked together with the force of their masculinity, testosterone pulling them closer as they struggled to intimidate one another. The elevator dinged, and they stepped into the empty space as one. As soon as the door closed, their time began. DeGroot shoved Doe against the wall, already unzipping his pants and pulling at the American’s belt. Doe fought back, of course, but his hands were clumsy while the Scot’s only seemed to become more dexterous with drink. It wasn’t long until DeGroot was shoving the back of Doe’s pants down and pushing at the tight ring of muscle attempting to keep him out. “Goddammit, Tavish, I thought I was going to—“ “We both know I’m quicker with my hands, Jane.†That made the American loosen up a little, but not much. Tavish didn’t seem to really mind, and he thrust his hips up, forcing his way in and wrenching a manly grunt of pain from Doe. “Relax, boyo, ‘m not gonnae take long…†his hand reached around Doe to paw at his pants, attempting to find his zipper while he continued to thrust up into the other man. The siding of the elevator, a dim gold metal plate, began to fog beneath Jane’s pained gasps. Within his pants, his erection was wilting, even as Tavish pulled him out of the confines. Somewhere between his insides being pummeled by DeGroot’s cock, and the coarse hand stroking him, he felt a shock of pleasure. He bucked back against it, grunting and pushing off of the elevator’s side with a renewed vigor as the spark jolted within him again. He was too late to catch up to Tavish. The Scot was already increasing his tempo, striving for the rush of release. Just as Doe was starting to get his flag up again, he felt a warmth spill into him, and DeGroot’s harsh breath against his neck. “Dammit, DeGroot…†He snarled when he heard a loud snore and shoved back against the heavy black man. Tavish fell back like a sack of potatoes, and Doe glanced up at the numbers in the elevator. He still had time… His hand strayed back to his cock and his eyes drifted shut. He could do this. A gloved hand slipped beneath his, and when he glanced down, he saw a blue silhouette in the shape of a hand encircling his cock. He growled at it, and clutched at the invisible sleeve, trying to drag the Spy’s hand away. “Do you want my help or not? We do not have long…†At the surprising sincerity in the whispered words, Doe’s hand stopped scrambling at the Frenchman’s sleeve. He still gripped it, his knuckles white as the BLU Spy’s skillful hand brought him off quickly and efficiently. “Dear Statue of Liberty, Spy… how the fuck did you learn to do that?†Soldier growled, quickly tucking himself away once the Frenchman let go. Even he couldn't bring himself off as quickly as Spy just had. He pulled the back of his pants up and recinched his belt just as they reached the bottom floor. When the doors opened, no one was there, and the two men stepped out, looking as if nothing had happened. “Should we really be leaving Monsieur DeGroot there?†“Eh… he’s woken up in worse situations.†Jane replied, watching from a safe distance with Spy as the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend again.
>>115 im the one who requested demo/soldier and spy/soldier and oh man i didn't think you would use both requests but aaaaah this is so good thank you bless your soul scrunchy
Silly demo
HHHNGH.
>>116 I'm glad that you liked it! I was intending to use just Soldier/Demo at first, but then I got the "Quickie" card, and I was like: ... well, this is going to be short as shit... So I tossed Spy in to get a little longer. ::::: Did I do dubcon right? >>16 Spy/Sniper Ace of Diamonds—Spanking: Light spanking turns on many people a little warming of the behind with a hand or hairbrush or leather paddle can be an exciting kind of foreplay. Have the guts to ask your partner if this is one of their fantasies and if it is you’ll find it easy to incorporate into your play. You can also combine it with other games such as ice or tie up or oil. Oiling a spanked behind is lots of fun for both players. (Pft. Light spanking…) ::::: Sniper had been feeling playful, giddy even, to be dominating a goddamned Spy. When the sly bugger came at him again, he didn’t even bother killing him, just grabbed his sleeve and hauled him over so that he was across his lap. The Spy struck at him with his knife, but Sniper didn’t really pay it any mind—it was a simple matter to pull it from the other man’s hand. Once he was disarmed, Spy was scrambling to get up, but he froze when Sniper’s blade fell across his rump. He turned his head, eyes narrowed in a manner reminiscent of a soaking wet cat. Sniper listened to the spook babble French at him, but he didn’t know a lick of it. He brought the flat of his blade down again and watched as the suited enigma’s rant cut off with a breathy yelp. He began to struggle more forcefully and Sniper just swatted him harder. Again and again, Sniper’s blade fell. He snickered while the Frenchman just squirmed and gave out sharp yelps with each fall of the blade. His feet were pressed against the battlements’ wall, causing his ass to stick up a bit, and make Sniper’s strokes more brutal. He didn’t stop spanking until the Frenchman went limp across his lap. When he finally sheathed his Kukri, Spy didn’t even twitch. He was humiliated; Sniper could tell by the red peeking through the holes in his mask. “Well, Spook, think you’ve learned your lesson?†He asked, slapping a rough hand down on Spy’s tender ass. “Oui,†the Spy finally turned his head to look at Sniper again, but this time it was with a predatory glint in his eye. He pushed his hips forward against Sniper’s leg as he shifted to roll over, and the Aussie realized that he’d miscalculated. Spy had been pressing his feet against the wall so that the Australian wouldn’t notice his growing erection, rather than trying to get away. Hidden by the small outcropping of wood that provided shelter between the battlements and the area just beyond their secondary respawn door, Sniper and Spy had their first fuck. Sniper didn’t know what he was doing, but Spy had more than enough experience for the both of them. Pounding into his tender ass had been like a dream. He was tighter than a woman, but still moaned like one, regardless of whether Sniper hit his prostate or not. When he finally did, it seemed like the only time that Spy had been silent throughout the whole act. The sounds of war came back to them once Sniper finally came, pulling out and giving himself a single, firm stroke. His come jetted along the Spy’s red ass, and he grinned, reaching forward to smack it one last time before allowing the other to pull up his pants. It was a victory root. That was what he’d told himself as he watched the Spy slinking off with cum all over and in his pants. He wasn’t sure if, at the time, he’d known better. He did now, though. Spy came back, as he always did, but this time it was to Sniper’s trailer. He told the Aussie he’d come for payback. They wrestled, and Sniper learned that the Spy had a wiry strength and the determination to latch and hold of a spider-monkey. Once Spy had gotten him fairly subdued on the floor of his small camper, he heard the click of a belt buckle and wondered if he’d fucked the man too hard. He wasn’t sure if he should apologize like a gentleman, or tell him that he deserved it like an enemy. When he felt a suited ass settle upon his lower back, he wondered what the bloody hell was going on. Then, the strap of leather fell, and he hissed out a curse. It ended in much the same way as it had in the battlements, however, their roles were very reversed. Sniper continued to fight the Frenchman. However, his erection pressing uncomfortably into the cheap carpet beneath him told him to shut the fuck up and roll over so that he could jerk himself into next Tuesday. He didn’t want to like this. He didn’t want to be as demented as the man unzipping his pants and smearing something cold across Sniper’s ass that only made the sting more pronounced. When the Spy’s finger entered, Sniper struggled, and it hurt even more. Eventually, he ran out of the strength to struggle, and was left panting on the floor, feeling fingers twist and flex deep inside him. It didn’t hurt as much anymore, and he wished he had stopped struggling sooner. It didn’t hurt, per se, when Spy added a third finger. The stretch was more of a welcome ache now that Sniper was used to it. He felt the fingers twist, and curl, and then stars blossomed before his vision. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t ask what the Spy had just done to him, but he had a feeling that it was the same thing that had caused Spy to moan like a whore up in the battlements. All he could manage was a choked out, “again.†Spy chuckled through the buzzing in his ears, and replaced his fingers with his cock. Sniper woke up alone the next morning, the smell of cologne still lingering on the pillow next to him. His throat was raw, and his ass felt like a dingo had just bit it, but he didn’t care. Spy would be waiting for him in the battlements today.
Well, suspicions that I had a secret spanking kink: confirmed. God damn it. I can't wait for the next one. These are so fun, and it's entertaining to see new and interesting sexy things explored that I never see around. Spanking is one I definitely don't see often (let alone with my favorite pairing). I hope the next one is a really uncommon or off the wall pairing, I love those.
>>119 Nnnggghh, bottom Sniper and spanking? You're just here to spoil me, hot damn.
Oh fuck, oh fuck Sniper and Spy are my favourites and spanking is my kink. I'm always hoping for tf2 spankfix and I'm usually disappointed, but not today. Today I am very, very happy.
>>120 I'm glad that you're enjoying them! I agree, spanking isn't used quite enough... I never knew that I enjoyed it before I wrote that fic, haha! Unfortunately, no... it's just Heavy and Scout :( 19, 22 and 29 are the next "uncommon" ones. up. >>121 I'm glad that I seem to have succeeded in my spoiling! ::::: You want some fluff? Here's some fucking fluff! >>17 Scout/Heavy King of Clubs—Hot and Cold Lips: Oral sex is always a fun game and you can vary the sensation by making your mouth hot and cold. Try it with some cold yogurt in your mouth and then some hot tea. Alernate some shaved icecubes and hot pasta and see how your partner goes a little bit crazy even as you mess up the sheets and rugs something fierce. Different foods give different sensations and blindfolding makes it even more interesting as does tie ups. ::::: “Dude, seriously, how can you be eating ice cream? It’s like… in the negatives out there!†Scout was curled up with a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate on the mattress set aside for Sasha in Heavy’s room. “Ice cream is delicious! I do not mind the cold.†Heavy told him, already in his boxers and on his own bed, the cold bowl perched on his bare knee. “Freak…†Scout mumbled, wishing the Russian would come over and share the blanket with him. The larger man gave off a lot of heat, but he didn’t want to be anywhere near a bowl of fucking ice cream when it was as frigid as his high school sweetheart out there. The silence was punctuated by Heavy humming as he licked ice cream from his spoon. A few bites later and Scout was huddling over toward the weapons expert’s bed and depositing himself in his lap. A chuckle rumbled against Scout’s back, and cold lips pressed to his cheek before moving down to his neck. “Little Scout is still cold?†He asked, his spoon clutched, bevel away, between his fingers so that he could wrap his arm around Scout in a half-hug. “F-f-f-fuck! Yeah, and your goddamned lips aren’t making it any better, goddamn!†Scout’s arms flailed and his free hand pushed away at Heavy’s face desperately. “Oops…†Heavy’s apology was as insincere as they come, and Scout grumbled and cursed as he settled back down to nurse his hot chocolate. Heavy shifted behind him, putting his ice cream to the side and wrapping his arms firmly around Scout. The little runner leaned back into Heavy, smiling a little at the way the bear of a man clutched him so gently. It wasn’t until Heavy was lifting the hot chocolate from his hands that Scout opened his eyes again and was snapped out of the brief peace he had found. “Hey, hey, hey, what’re you—?†Heavy’s other hand clamped on his mouth while he dissected the mug from Scout’s grasping paws. “Shut up and I will show you.†Heavy demanded, his voice patient despite his words. Scout stopped squirming when he felt Heavy’s limp cock press against his ass through his pants. He’d previously thought that it was way too cold to fuck. It still was. He heard the sound of Heavy sipping, and was about to tell him to get his own damned hot chocolate when hot, wet lips pressed against the back of his neck and robbed him of speech. He must have let out a moan, because he felt the dick pressed against his ass shift and harden as Heavy’s mouth opened and his tongue lapped at the little hairs at the back of Scout’s neck. Before he knew it, he was laying beneath Heavy on the bed, the massive Russian on top of him and sipping once again from the hot drink. Scout yelped when Heavy’s lips trailed warmth from his lips, down his cheek and jaw all the way around to the hollow of his throat. “Fuck…†Scout moaned, feeling a massive hand slip up his stomach and strip away his shirt. Heavy’s lips were gone for only an instant before they took up their trail down his chest. He shivered as the cool air touched the dampness that Heavy’s lips left behind, but the Russian soon chased that away with a large, warm hand pawing at the front of his pants. “Scout said that it was too cold for fucking…†his lips had run out of the heat from the hot chocolate, but Scout still felt a rush of warmth from Heavy’s mouth sucking along his happy trail. “Ah…†Scout’s eyes were clenched shut; he was trying to think straight. Why was it too cold for fucking? Since when was it too anything for fucking? Heavy was slipping his pants down, and Scout heard him take a sip of hot chocolate again. When Heavy’s lips slipped around him, Scout’s mind went blank. The heat from the chocolate—coupled with Heavy’s suckling attempts to keep all of the liquid in his mouth whilst he bobbed his head along Scout’s dick—caused his hips to buck up, and he let out a soft groan of satisfaction. Warmth was flooding him from the base of his spine, and it tingled through him from the tips of his fingers, to his curling toes. He didn’t open his eyes when Heavy’s hand took over for his mouth—he just assumed that the other was getting more hot chocolate. When Heavy’s mouth returned to his cock, however, a jolt of cold sensation rocketed through him and he quickly tried to pull away, cursing and spitting like a drenched cat. Heavy laughed, his hands pulling Scout back under him and he nuzzled the young man’s stomach, pressing apologetic kisses along the curls of brown hair, all the way to nip at his hip and then wrap his now-warmer mouth back around Scout’s dick. Scout shivered, realizing the coolness of the air. “It’s too cold, man…†he muttered, bucking his hips anyway, because it was a fucking blowjob and he wasn’t going to waste it. Heavy pulled back again and Scout watched him carefully as he took a sip of the hot chocolate before he began sucking Scout’s cock again. Scout was sent right back into that place, his toes curling with bliss and his fingers gripping at Heavy’s shoulders as he bucked up into the warmth of Heavy’s mouth, just desperate for release and then cuddling up under the covers. Heavy pulled away again. Scout bit his lip, fucking Heavy’s palm with a vengeance as he waited for that hot mouth to come back and finish him off. He wanted Heavy to milk him dry and swallow him down with the taste of cho— “Holy shit fuck, goddamnit, I will fucking— †Scout’s rant was cut short when Heavy took him deep, the ice cream melting against him. Heavy’s throat spasmed around his tip in a swallow, and Scout’s hips flicked up. Heavy was just frustrating him. He was going to kill him. After he came—of course. Heavy’s hand took over once more and Scout was bound and determined to come this time. When that hot chocolate hit his dick, he was going to unload in Heavy’s mouth as quickly as he could. God, he just wanted to come so bad. When Heavy returned with ice cream again, Scout thought he might go insane. “Fuck, Heavy, just… fucking give me the hot chocolate already.†A chuckle accompanied the swallow against his tip, and he felt his balls hitching despite his belief that he wouldn’t be able to come after an ice cream blow job. Heavy’s hand took over, and soon Scout felt relief rush through him when the heat of the hot chocolate hit him. He bucked his hips, his hands latching onto the back of Heavy’s skull so that he could fuck that chocolate flavored mouth however he pleased. Heavy’s nasal breathing against his stomach was warm and rapid. His hands were nowhere to be seen—probably jacking himself off while Scout took care of any mouth-fucking pacing. It took longer than Scout wanted, but he finally got results. Heavy’s lips and tongue worked him until he was finished, prolonging his orgasm far past when his arm would have already given out. He swallowed every drop, licked Scout clean just to be certain, and then shifted up to lie down. He hadn’t noticed when Heavy had come, but he looked relaxed and happy as he pulled the heavier covers over them and tugged Scout into his arms. “I fuckin’ hate you…†Scout grumbled, pressing his face into Heavy’s bare chest. “I love Scout, too.â€
I just saw the words 'Sniper', 'Spy', and 'spanking' in the comments and had to read. Bless you. It was beautiful.
I love this thread.
Your Sniper/Spy spanking story is truly a thing of beauty. One of the best stories with that pairing I've ever read, I loved it so much!
>>124 Oh, wow, thanks, Anne! I love your stories, so it's an honor that you enjoyed my Sniper/Spy fic! >>125 I'm glad. >>126 Thanks, I'm glad that you enjoyed it! On another note, I won't be able to write more of these for about a week as I focus on a different fic, but updates will recommence as soon as I can get a buffer of chapters built up for that story.
Nngh, Heavy and Scout together? Oh, yes please. That was delicious.
what fic, scrunchy? je suis interested
>>129 It's a prologue/epilogue of a Spy/Scout fic I wrote a while ago an finished in July. It's on my ff.net account, but the lasy half needs to be edited a bit to be chan caliber. Too much cute fluff for this place, lol. (and OCs... Derp.)
the spanking one reminded me of this: http://youtu.be/ebw6G6sIeHw
I get back from vacation and find all this porn? Woohoo! I prefer seeing Scout on top at least some of the time, but I can't complain about any of this. Especially the stuff with Sniper.
>>131 I love that vid, haha! >>132 Scout will top eventually. Top!Scout is the raunchiest and best Scout.
I hope the sage works, kinda new around here. Anyway will you ever come back OP? I would kill to see more of these.
>>18 Sniper/Spy 3 of Clubs—Body Painting: Body Painting is a great way to show off your creative talents as well as getting to know each other’s bodies intimately and by touch. Do it slowly and use your fingers whenever possible and try creating some original patterns by rubbing yourself together when you are finished. Use body paints that are easily washed off but you may want to put down some towels to keep the mess off the sheets. For added fun try painting your partner while they are blindfolded and have them try to guess what designs you are creating. ::::: “Cat whiskers… really, mate?†Sniper scoffs at Spy and opens his eyes a sliver. A punishing glove slaps him in the face and he closes his eyes again. “I told you that I would remove my mask on the condition th-“ Sniper leans forward blindly and, after pressing his lips to Spy’s chin, nose, eye, finally finds his lips—just to get him to shut up. “I did not want to taste your nose, mon amor. Now keep your eyes closed and be quiet.†“Whatever… should’ve known you’d do something poncey like that…†“This was your idea.†“Because I thought it would be interestin’… you’re always talking about how great it was paintin’ in France.†The Australian had thought that it would be a great idea to get Spy out of his funk. Lately it’d been, “France†this and “France†that. He couldn’t just bloody well hand the man a canvas and some paint, though. That might indicate that he cared somewhat. No. Their relationship was purely sexual, and he couldn’t enjoy giving or getting anything with the Spook if every other word was depressed and about somewhere they weren’t. “Yes, but there was scenery in France… or people. There were textures and colors and such beauty…†He feels more than sees Spy sit back from his half-clothed body. “Such heart.†Sniper lays there for a moment before sitting up and reaching his hand out. He finally finds Spy’s shoulder and marks where it is in his mind before pulling his undershirt over his head and wiping the paint off of his face with it. He needs Spy to—not feel better, he doesn’t care how the Spy feels—stop moping about. He needs Spy to do something, anything other than sigh and smoke and murmur things in French that he doesn’t understand nor want to. His hand grabs Spy’s and directs it toward the paints again. “I’m gonna open my eyes—But I’m not gonna look at you.†He amends it quickly, before Spy can squirm and protest. Keeping his eyes straight forward, focused on the jars of paint, he allows them to open and directs Spy’s fingers into the green and then a dab of yellow, a hint of red to make a little orange for the highlights. He works silently, drawing on years of observation rather than practice. Soon, half of his stomach is a field of grass—shoddily done with an unpracticed hand using unmoving fingers as a brush. He closes his eyes and settles back again. “Don’t you tell me I don’t have texture.†His hands move to his pants, and he sheds them quickly. He grabs Spy’s hand again, and knows where his own tan lines—however faint—are. He traces the Spook’s cool, paint-slicked fingertips along the change from the light brown of his tan to his natural skin-tone across his thighs. “Or color,†his hand directs Spy’s in an arc up his stomach to his chest. “I got a heart, too. I don’t know about beauty or scenery… ‘n’ I’m just one person.†He feels Spy’s hand take a life of its own, and the light tap of paint being added to their makeshift pallet tells him that he might finally be getting somewhere. Sniper lies there for what feels like an age before he feels fingers on him again. There wasn’t a place on him that they hadn’t yet explored, but he’d never felt the tenderness that they touched him with now. It tickled slightly, but Sniper was sure to keep himself still. Spy’s fingers worked at his skin for ages, to the point that he was sure Spy was trying to put him to sleep so that he could slip away and mope elsewhere. “There.†Spy’s weight shifted next to him, and he heard the pop of his back, a soft groan of discomfort and a curse in French. “You may look.†He adds, when he sees that Sniper’s eyes are still shut. Sniper opens his eyes to Spy’s mask back on his face, and an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips. He begins to sit up, but Spy’s hand smacks his face, and he obediently stays down. “I did not say for you to sit up and ruin it.†He hisses and reaches over for Sniper’s shaving mirror. He carefully positions it over Sniper and tilts it so that the other man can see the art upon his stomach and chest. Spy had used the greens and yellows of Sniper’s field and drawn them into a background of sorts for the portrait staring back at him with Spy’s steely blue eyes. High cheekbones and a surly expression accented the familiar eyes. Thin, unamused lips fairly pouted at him, and he could just see Spy making the expression as he painted himself upon Sniper’s stomach. It wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. The nose was off, but he could still tell that the familiar beaked shape was there. The tan lines that he imagined on Spy’s face were also absent, and the face itself was a little short—giving it a slightly squashed appearance. Dark brows were drawn down unhappily, and a wild shock of hair a few shades lighter than the eyebrows topped it all—there might have been a hint of red mixed in, but Sniper couldn’t be sure if it was just an artistic flair. “Handsome bloke. When do I get to meet ‘im?†Sniper asks, lowering his eyes to meet Spy’s own. Something had been rekindled in the other, the tenseness that he had sensed before and was present in the portrait had faded. As if to prove that he is enjoying himself more than before, he leans forward to kiss Sniper’s lips. Spy’s hands start working on his own clothing—what was left, in any case. His tie, shirt and briefs fall away to the mess on the floor, and Sniper chuckles when the other man lowers himself to smear the paint between them. It’s still slick, and more than strange to feel it drying between them as they rock against each other, each with a hand cupping the other’s cock to direct it into the best kind of friction. Sniper’s hand curls around Spy to give him a squeeze and a lazy tug, pulling a noise from the back of the Frenchman’s throat, and causing his hips to buck at a faster tempo. Spy’s unlit cigarette lays forgotten upon Sniper’s pillow, and he finds the time to watch it when Spy slips down to mark his neck. The stick of nicotine trembles slightly with the movement of his mattress as their hips grind and pulse until he finally feels his stomach jerk and his eyes roll back at the flood of euphoria rushing through his body. Spy’s still grinding against him, and the Frenchman bites down on his neck hard when he finally releases, latching on until his hips still and his breath evens from long pants to a slower, regular rhythm. There’s a new slickness between their torsos, and he’s certain that Spy will slip off to shower soon, leaving him to bask in his success. When Spy withdraws and picks his cigarette back up, he’s trembling slightly as he lights it. “Feel better now?†Sniper asks, closing his eyes and resting his arms behind his head. The cigarette edges its way between his lips, and he takes a drag before releasing it back to its owner. “Oui, thank you for thinking of me.†Spy’s fingers trail along the drying mess across his stomach, and Sniper opens his eyes to peek down at what had become of the masterpiece. He supposes it could pass for abstract art, more smears than shapes. Streaks have been pushed and pulled down his stomach and colors mixed until their original intent is entirely lost. Curly black hairs peek through the swathe of paint, and he reaches up to scrape at bits of the ruined artwork that had ended up smeared across the curling trail that leads from his navel to cock. “Will you need assistance cleaning yourself up?†Spy asks after several moments of silently watching Sniper contemplate himself. “Nah, wouldn’t wanna keep ya. Besides, no locks on our shower doors, remember?†“All I remember is a close call caused by you.†He chuckles dryly as he gathers his clothing. A t-shirt is stolen from the Aussie’s dresser to protect his dress shirt against the staining paint, but there aren’t more words to be said. He knows that Sniper won’t mind the missing shirt, and doesn’t have to tell the other man that it will appear, washed and folded neatly into a bag outside the door to his van within a few days. It isn’t until he has checked his pockets for his affects and retied his tie that Sniper speaks up, “see you Friday after work?†He asks, staring at the ceiling. “Yes. Friday sounds good.†Spy replies, hesitating at the door. He crosses back to Sniper’s side and presses one last kiss to his lips. “Something sentimental for the meantime.†He smirks at the brief frown that flits across Sniper’s lips, and laughs as he leaves the camper. “Spooks…†Sniper relaxes back again and closes his eyes. “Sentimental my arse… probably doesn’t even know what the bloody word means, just gonna stab me in the back again tomorrow anyway…†Though Sniper told himself he didn’t care about what Spy did or said, he had quite a lot more to mumble about.
Wow. Yes. Thank you.
Mmm, paint-covered Sniper...
Wonderful story. I really love the idea of Spy showing Sniper a painting of his face when they trust each other enough to be lovers but not yet enough to take the mask off. It's a great compromise for a growing relationship.
Combining requests. 23 is still going to get its individual card, though. Also, I have no idea why they talk about bubble baths at the first of this one. I’ll have to look at the other cards to figure out if they were trying to take things in order when it’s a fucking deck of cards. That people will shuffle. ::::: >>19 >>23 Sub Medic, top from bottom /Demo 6 of Diamonds—Eating Each Other Up: Bubble baths are fun but you can’t eat the bubbles off your partner. Honey and chocolate and strawberry jam are different. Dribble these over your lover’s body making sure to cover all the erogenous places and take your time licking them off. This is a game that’s easy for two to play and if you are really worried about messing up the sheets, put down towels or plastic to control the mess. Don’t worry about calories. If you’re doing it right you’ll find plenty of ways to burn them off once the licking is done. ::::: “That is cold—warm it in your hands first.†Medic doesn’t say please, just lies there and waits for the other man to obey. There is no space in the bedroom for pleasantries; it is not what he is here for. “Ach… just a peach tonight ain’t ya, Doc.†Demoman scoffs at the rudeness, and rubs his hands together, spreading the room-temperature honey across his palms and waiting for it to warm up prior to letting it slowly drip off his fingers and hands onto the waiting German’s back. After a few more handfuls tries the Scot’s patience, he takes the jar and begins to pour it on cold. “Schweinhund, I said—“ Demoman’s mouth latches onto the back of Medic’s neck, and effectively cuts his angry chatter into a pleased hiss. “Shut up, Doc.†The Scot grumbles before beginning his work again. A coat of cold honey soon coats most of the German’s back. “Now what?†He asks, eager to trail his tongue through the sweet confectionary, but knowing that Medic will punish him if he does. “Now the chocolate.†The German instructs, over his outrage about his orders being disobeyed. The hot dribble of fondue-melted chocolate brings a gasp from the man, and he squirms uncomfortably against the heat. “You could not let it cool down first?†He hisses, kicking one of his legs up to hit the Scot sitting on the backs of his thighs. Though he complains, he enjoys the wide differences between the temperatures. He is also going to enjoy how long it will take the Demoman to suck the hardened chocolate from his skin. Once he feels that there is enough chocolate to last them the night, he clears his throat. “That is enough.†Demoman performs one more swirl of melted chocolate before obediently putting the ladle back in the pot. “Now the Scotch?†He asks, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the lid. “Ja, now the Scotch.†Medic chuckles softly, the eagerness in Demoman’s voice not going unnoticed. When he’d suggested that the other turn him into a living Honigkuchen, Demoman had been unsure of what the other had wanted. Having the doctor show up at his door with a fondue kit, jar of honey and—this is what really got his attention—a bottle of Scotch had really left no reason for him not to see what the German was up to. He’d been eyeing the Scotch all night. Medic made dinner, not allowing him to approach the goodies that he had brought with him, and forced the African Scotsman to drink water throughout. “It will be worth it,†he had promised. Demoman was beginning to see that it would. Medic arched his back, cracking a few lines of chocolate, and forming a slight dip with his lower back. It was obvious that he intended for Demoman to pour in a shallow amount, but the Scot wasn’t much for playing follow the leader any longer. He was already half-hard from grinding lightly against the German’s ass as he worked, and the anticipation of getting to lick and suck the sweet dribblings off of all that pale skin. He upturned the bottle, coating Medic’s shoulder in Scotch before diving in to begin his work. He coated the doctor an area at a time, unwilling to waste any of the good alcohol as he made his way slowly down the man’s back. He’d never quite understand what it was about his back that Medic got off on, then again, it wasn’t a place he particularly enjoyed being touched himself. There was a section of chocolate that was being stubborn, and when he scraped at it with his teeth, it drug such a lovely noise from Medic that he decided to use his teeth even if the chocolate was coming off just fine. By the time that Medic’s lower back was the only thing left, the good doctor was panting from how vocal the Scot had made him. The brush of beard hair had tickled slightly, and the constant brush of moustache over clean, tongue and teeth scraped skin had made him more vocal than he’d anticipated. “Pour…†he ordered, lifting his hips against Demoman’s straining pants and making a bowl out of his back once again. Demoman poured the alcohol into the shallow dip and leaned down to suck it out slowly, enjoying the mix of honey with the liquor, and licking the remnants from Medic’s skin along with the dribbles of chocolate and the last traces of honey. He gave the German’s back another shot, though the man’s legs were trembling at the exertion of holding his hips up while being assaulted with keen pleasure. Demoman reached around to give Medic’s cock a lax tug, and the German’s hips fell, unwilling to support him any longer. Scotch spilled off his back and onto the sheets, and when he sat up, it rolled back across his ass as well. Demoman’s hand pushed against his shoulders to force him back down again, and instead of sitting on Medic’s hips any longer, he knelt between them. With the German’s legs spread on either side of him, Demoman could see where his scotch had gone, glistening in the dim light of the room between Medic’s cheeks. It didn’t take long for Medic to realize what the Scot intended, and he took a deep breath, knowing that this would surely undo him. He loved it when Demoman did filthy things to him. “Pour.†He groaned, feeling large hands pull his ass up by his hips, and the brush of facial hair against the cleft of his ass. The dribble of alcohol was cold against such a tender place, and there was a minute burning sensation, but it was soon all wiped away by Demoman’s invading tongue. He was blissfully hard, and hanging between them unattended as the Scot poured and licked, poured more and sucked, stretched his ass with his tongue and fingers and poured more to slurp up from his Medic-shotglass. “There is a point…†Medic gritted out as Demoman’s tongue delved deeper and his hands attempted to spread Medic’s cheeks wider. “… at which the games have to end, Tavish.†He panted into the pillow, desperately trying not to come until he had the black man inside him. One last long lick from his sack to his lower back, and Demoman pulled away, smirking at the mess he’d created out of the German. “Oh, aye?†his hands made quick work of his coveralls, and his underwear soon after. Medic felt the cotton of his t-shirt against his back, and shivered when those thick, clever fingers began pushing and pulling and stretching him more than the man’s tongue could. “What game shall we play next?†He asked, kissing Medic’s shoulder and roughly thrusting a second finger in to join the second. Medic’s gasping filled the room for a moment, as he failed to speak. “Oh, just fuck me already.†He finally gritted out when Demoman started chuckling at him. His hands fisted in the sheets, and Demoman slipped his own around his wrists. “As ye like.†The Scot breathed against Medic’s neck, mouthing the lobe of his ear as his cock finally pressed into the German’s ass. “Ach… stop being so gentle. I am not a fragile woman.†Medic growls, lurching his hips back. The growl soon turns into a needy gasping when Demoman finally roughens the roll of his hips and grips the Medic’s thighs hard in place. Once he is still, he gives the German the hard, unrelenting thrusts that he craved. It is rough going with merely residual spit and alcohol to ease the way, but Medic has always had a certain affinity for pain (whether it be his own, or someone else’s), and after having the Scot pay so many other attentions to him, he is grateful that it might help him last longer. They don’t peak together. Medic’s harsh German filling Demoman’s room until the rush of pleasure and satisfaction suddenly silences him. Demo doesn’t wait for Medic’s permission, and the German huffs as if he isn’t happy, but the way that he stretches out with a groan afterward proves otherwise. He shares the rest of the bottle of Scotch with Demoman, once he gets up the energy to turn over, and smirks when he sees the drips of honey and chocolate on the sheets, or perhaps it was the liquor and semen smeared between the candied mess. Either way, the doctor was satisfied.
Scout. I love him now. You have made me like Scout. Mainly because dickspenser. ... DICKSPENSER YOU ARE AN UNSUNG GENIUS. Anyway, is this done now? Or is it abandoned? Please don't be abandoned...