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Please go somewhere and die, whore. You get free porn on the internet anyway, you don't have to advertise yourself on the freaking TF2chan! P.S. I hope the title will give some writers new ideas, like the Sniper giving a web cam show for the Spy. THAT I would be ready to pay for!
DID SOMEONE ASK FOR WEB CAM SHOWS? (sniper/spy is overdone, have this pairing instead) * "You promised..." Spy let the words hang in the air, one leg crossed delicately over the other as he smoked. "An' I'm havin' second thoughts," admitted the blushing Engineer. He shifted his headset so that it was more secure - it was of utmost importance that NO ONE hear their conversation. "I don't remember you have second thoughts when I wore that hideous cowgirl costume as your behest..." the Frenchman gently reminded him. He didn't think it was possible, but Engie felt his cheeks grow hotter. "That - there was no recording of that!" he gasped "What a naive thought," Spy chuckled, and watched Engineer blush all over again. "Face it, cowboy... you owe me, whether you like it or not. Now are you going to keep me waiting, or shall I sign off?" "No-no, don't sign off..." Engineer didn't have to look to know that his lover was smiling, "Ah... I'll do it, Spy, just gimme a minute." He reached for another bottle of RED Streak, took a few swallows. "I've just never done this before." "And you think I dress up as a cowgirl every Saturday?" "... Point taken." "My dear," Spy tapped his cigarette into an ash-tray off screen, "I do not know what you are so shy about. There is no part of your body that I have not already seen. You have nothing to hide, darling. Here, close your eyes." Engineer followed the direction, although it wasn't an order. "Yes, good. Show me what you do when you think of me." That was an order, and Engineer felt his cock stir. He had trouble admitting it to even himself, but he loved when Spy took control. He rubbed his crotch, almost shy. "No, not so soon. It has been so long since I have seen you, Dell. Let me see you." He kept his eyes closed and his head swam at the mention of his name. They weren't supposed to do use names, but Spy did anyway, sometimes. Dell had never told Spy his name, but it was no surprise that the agent knew. He heard Spy breathe out slowly as he unclipped his overalls, removed the workshirt and t-shirt underneath. "Mmm," was the answering purr in his headphones, "So strong, look at you. Beautiful. Don't hide from me." Engineer trailed his fingers through the thick hair on his chest, mimicking the way Spy liked to touch him. He was rewarded with more encouraging noises, more quiet words. If Engineer focused enough, it almost felt like Spy was touching him... "You are so handsome, my love," the words flowed over him like honey, "Rugged and independent, look at those muscles!" He felt a weird sense of pride surge through his chest. "Without a doubt, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Yes, you may touch yourself, but show me..." Engineer hadn't realized that he had been rubbing his cock, and gasped with shame. "No, no, don't admonish yourself... that is my job. Show me your cock, ingénieur. Show me how you handle your gun, partner." He did, pulled his overalls and boxers to his knees, now completely naked to Spy as he put a hand on himself and stroked slowly. "Spy..." "You wish that were my hand on you?" "Yes." Engineer moaned, almost pitiful, at the passion that Spy's words conjured, the sensations. He quickened his movements. "Please." "Look at you, a true diamond in the rough. Are you thinking of me?" "Yes," he was breathless, and his cock was starting to become slippery with juice. "You want to fuck me, don't you." "Yes!" Engineer could feel tears building in the corners of his eyes and he bucked up into his own hand, "Spy, God, Ah miss ya," his rapture garbled his words, it felt like he was talking through a mouthful of syrup. The constant rush of Spy's words in his ear had him close, so close. "You may come when you are ready," the permission was as sweet as an iced beer at noon, and Engineer came for his lover with a low moan. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." Engineer opened his eyes to see Spy smiling, and any regret that may have lingered was chased away by the expression on the Frenchman's face. He felt blissfully empty, and wanted nothing more than to hug the man pictured before him. "Je t'aime," Spy said, as serious as a man's last breath, and Engineer nodded in agreement. "I love you, too."
That was glorious, thank you!
....Hell, I take it!!! This is beautiful. Engie and Spy are the second best after Sniper and Spy. Thank you for this, my faith in humanity has returned.
I love this website. <i>- An annoying ans useless ad ? Let's erase that. - No ! Let's ignore it but use it idea to write something that belong to afanfic ! <\i>
God I adore this website! That was brilliant.
I got excited, then disappointed, then pleasantly surprised! Spy/Engineer is a great pairing, I wish more people would write it.
At first, I was like, who hates their Daddy so much they put up cheap sex on a website that practically contains only gay guys fucking each other? Then there's some awesome Engineer/Spy bit and I Iove life again. Honestly, I was blushing along with dear little Engie and kept blushing as the story progressed. I love stories that make me feel like I stumbled across something private and I couldn't tear my eyes away. God, today was a good day.
God, that's the cheapest whore I've ever seen. The show can't be very high-class according to that. Her parents must be very proud of her for selling herself, unless she's trolling. Just like others, I was extremely disappointed the thread wasn't originally created for a hot web cam session between two TF2 characters, but my day was saved by truthoftherisingsun. Thank you for this. You're a saint.
Hey folks, I agree that it's annoying that anyone's advertising on tf2chan, but let's not be insulting to people who do sexual things for money (although I doubt "angelina" is actually a real person--she sounds like a bot to me). Either way, thanks to her, we got this great fic, so I'd rather thank her--and truthoftherising sun, of course!
wtf is wrong with the people who called the op a whore, or told them to die or posted ~who hates their daddy~ that's vile. wtf is wrong with you, seriously. there's no excuse to say those things to anyone let alone a woman, sex worker or no, inconvenient ad or no.
Agreed, Knight. This is obviously a bot, first of all, and second of all, there's no reason to insult sex workers. You don't know who's reading this and what they've been through, you know? Thanks for the fic, though!
At first I was like oh great, a bot spamming. Then I was like who the fuck are these little shitstains that have nothing better to do than vomit up a bunch of tired old sexist bullshit because their precious old man porn time was interrupted by spam that didn't get deleted fast enough But hey we got a fanfic out of it I guess. Keep on keepin' on.
I do believe people who sell themselves for money are whores, no? There's nothing wrong saying it aloud, the troll certainly knows it, too.
anon14, why don't you add the (attention)whore on skype and see if it's a bot or not? Then you can tell us if she's real or not? And seriously, what's the big deal calling her a whore? That's what she is if she's really selling sexual favors for money. But I suppose we could also call her/it a prostitute, if that's better?
People, please! You're missing the main point here! Let the bots/whores/prostitutes troll and write more web cam fics! The first one was absolutely fabulous, it's easy to imagine the Spy having a thing on these kinds of things. I wouldn't mind him giving a show, either. Or better, instruct someone with a dildo.
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>>18 I believe anon #17 was suggesting that we should: 1) let the people troll and 2) write more web cam fics. Also, even if someone tells you that they're a whore (which is a term many sex workers don't use because it's often used in a derogatory sense), making assumptions about their families, calling them low-class, and telling them to go die is rude at best.
hERE hAVe sOME moAR * It didn't happen often. This would be the third time, in twice as many months. It had been so long since he had seen Spy in three dimensions. His fingers ached, he glanced at the door to double-check that it was locked. "Good evening, ingénieur." Engineer blushed. And he hadn't even said hello! Spy looked perfect, starched and pressed, his posture flawless. The wireless headset looked only slightly out of place. Engineer instinctively straightened up, just a little, and smiled warmly. "Hey Spy..." "I miss you." Without even trying, Spy's voice was sexual. His words tumbled like silk on clay to the Texan's ears, slick tendrils licking at his earlobes. Engineer sighed, struck silent with adoration, toyed idly with the soft cups on his headphones. "You were so gorgeous for me last time, despite your initial reluctance. You deserve a reward." "You... you think?" Engineer felt stupid, but had no idea what else to say. Spy smiled, but it was loving. "I do, ingénieur. Watch closely. I will tell you when you are allowed to touch yourself." Engineer's jaw was actually hanging open, just a bit, cool air brushing over his teeth and into his humid mouth. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and watched the screen greedily. Spy was in a hotel room, as always. Small, cramped and extremely European; it seemed to have been specifically designed for the elegant man that it currently housed. The Frenchman started with his gloves, skinning them from his hands. He set them aside, off-view. He unbuttoned the crisp suit jacket, slid his thin arms through the sleeves. The jacket was settled on the back of the chair. Engineer gaped, mesmerized as lithe fingers loosened the pristine tie. The tiny pearl buttons melted under Spy's touch and the dress shirt joined the jacket, followed by the white undershirt. His lover was topless, and Engineer drank it in, drowned in the trim chest and delicious hips. “Spy,†he begged. Spy trailed his fingers down his own body, bit his lip and gods was Engineer hard. “Shhhh, watch,†was the reply, “I can feel how badly you want to touch me.†Engineer nodded. Christ, his mouth was dry. The buckle was undone, the zipper pulled, the pants removed. Spy wore no undergarments, and his thick cock was as hard as Engineer’s. Spy reached towards the camera, startled Engineer until he realized that Spy was magnifying the image, zooming in on himself. He backed up, turned with his back to the camera, knelt on the bed. Engineer stopped breathing, watched as Spy produced a small glass bottle and – oh my god. He felt his mouth water, felt his gut swell with pressure. The thin man had bent forward, spreading himself open with absolutely no shame. Spy’s cock hung down, hot and heavy and Engineer could fucking taste it. Long fingers that glistened with lubrication fondled the exposed entrance and – “Hmmm,†Spy sighed, the sound echoing in Engineer’s ears, as he sank two fingers in deep. Engineer reeled; it was disconcerting to see such an image and at the same time have Spy’s voice so insidiously inside of his head, “I’d rather these be your fingers, Dell…†he moaned, “Do you agree?†“Yes,†Engineer’s reply was barely audible, but it clearly pleased Spy. He fingered himself steadily, until both men were panting for breath. “Tell me you want to fuck me.†“You know, you know I do…†his words were rushed and Engineer was pretty sure he was going to implode. “But if you love me, you will tell me. You may touch yourself while you do it.†A tight hiss escaped Engineer as he quickly clawed his jeans down, stroked himself with quick movements. The toy entered the view. It was large, but not obscenely so, and Engineer wanted nothing more in this entire world than to see it go into Spy’s ass. “I want to so bad, Spy,†his words were hoarse but visible shivers wracked Spy’s narrow hips at the sound of his voice. He still couldn't say it. The tip of Spy’s toy kissed against warm skin, waited. “I want to tease y’with it,†he paused for breath, and he felt like his face was so hot it might melt off. Then Spy sank the toy into himself and Engineer’s shame suddenly dissipated. “I want to hold you real tight,†he stammered out, “And I want to fuck you, Spy. I wanna feel the way you push with me. I want to fuck you through that goddamn mattress, you beautiful French man.†“Yes,†Spy praised. Engineer came first, recovered enough to gasp, “You’re so gorgeous like that.†It was Spy’s turn to blush, just a little, not that Engineer could see his face. The Frenchman came across the hotel linens and both men sighed in content. Spy moved off camera, returned to the chair naked and holding a lit cigarette. They stared at each other and Spy took the first, long drag. “The 29th…†Spy said, completely composed, as if he hadn’t just fucked himself on camera, “I will be able to be in the area for two days.†A smile broke over Engineer’s face, broad enough to make the Texan’s cheeks hurt. “I’ll be waitin’ for ya.†There was a sudden knock behind Engineer and his eyes shot away from the screen. “Spy,iloveyou,†he whispered, desperate, as he slammed the camera shut and tossed it under his cot.
truthoftherisingsun, I just love these fics of yours. Might I be presumptuous and request more.
Yess! Yess! This is delicious! Boys and their toys, indeed.
Well, despite having dropped the ball on this one apparently everything went better than expected. Next time, tho, submit a report or contact a mod for deletion, kthnx
I love how this thread turned out, hope to see more. Thank you to the writer's for having creative minds.
Awwwwww... I have hoping someone had updated...