I was wandering about the afanfic board, and was wondering about TF2 girls. There's an awful lot of spectacular art and clever fics out there that star femclasses, female characters, and genderfluid or transgender classes. So where are they? I was only able to find a few here on TF2chan. Fics like 'Entire Team is Ladies' would apply, as would the much darker Discovery[Going to Hell with Pyro]. Even at the risk of drama (please don't), I could mention the tiny amount of Miss Pauling shipping. And hell, any of the Class x You that are not gender neutral. I would like to ask, has anyone seen any such fics? While I love a good slashfic as much as anyone else, I'm curious about this apparent lack. Could you post any that haven't yet made their appearance on the 'Chan? I would thank you forever.
you might want to put this in the lost and found in resources next time also i can't really think of any that comes to mind
http://zedoktor.tumblr.com/post/6632831367/butterfly-knife-pt-1 http://tf2chan.net/afanfic/res/3253.html
>>2 >>3 Thanks, anons. I guess I was a little less than clear here. I have actually combed the pre-crash archives, as well as the threads here, already. I was mainly asking if anyone had seen any fics out there on the web (ie, not on the 'Chan), or knew of any others. I loved Butterfly Knife. It was so well written, that I teared up more than once.
Aw. I'm blushing here, totally. I think BK is some of my better stuff. I'd be willing to write more genderbend or fluid stories if I get interesting prompts, so if you've got something in mind, I'm all ears.
Well, I got this. ---------------------------------- URSA MAJOR, URSA MINOR. You were the youngest, smallest slightest Medic in Team BLU, but you could run miles over broken ground carrying a Medigun and a full pack, and that was all that mattered. You'd ensured that nothing else mattered by bribing the doctor who was supposed to have given you your physical. No need to wreck your career by taking off your clothing. If the other Medics found out... the thought made your blood run cold. Who knew what those sadistic Nazi bastards would do if they knew your secret. You were assigned to 2Fort, and went over the maps with the Soldier, trying to memorise the territory before your first battle. The man was obviously insane, but impressed by your dedication. It was refreshing, a huge relief, to be so unquestioningly accepted. Even by a man who was so far round the twist he could be used as a corkscrew. That night in the mess hall, the guys chewed loudly, burped, threw food and argued. It was just like dinnertime with your brothers, which made you both comfortable and homesick at the same time. It turned out that the Scout came from a large family, too, so you had plenty to talk about. You just had to remember not to mention certain little details. The next day brought your first real battle. You'd done endless war-gaming, and you knew that getting killed would just land you in respawn, but... how could you be sure? You'd heard of respawn failures, people who just stayed dead... or who came back all wrong- Enough of that. Into battle, like a real man. Just like you practised. The Heavy was a veteran and frequently boomed forth advice in such a cheerful way that you couldn't even resent his presumption that you were ignorant. Which you were. With the Heavy's guidance, you managed to survive almost until the cease-fire. Heal Heavy, heal Soldier, uber Pyro, heal Heavy, over and over, and you never even saw what hit you. Just a flash of red, momentarily blinding you in one eye, and then- nothing. Floating blackness. In terror, you realised that you had died. Nothingness, no body, no feeling, just yourself and the endless void. You wondered if this was Eternity- and then you were standing in the respawn, looking at your hands with such joy as you'd never felt before. Your elation was short-lived, though, as the Soldier appeared and began calling you a maggot and a disgrace to the force and the sorriest excuse for a Medic he'd ever seen. Dear G-d, but you didn't want to burst into tears now, in front of the Soldier and the rest of the team and especially Heavy. Heavy began to laugh. For one horrible moment, you thought he was laughing at you. Then, he said, "Leetle man just angry from killed in ding-dong with baseball bat. I bet is turn inside out, leetle man is leetle wooman now!" The rest of the team enjoyed a hearty chuckle at the Soldier's expense, and you even managed a weak laugh, though your heart wasn't in it. "Come eat, Medic," the Heavy clapped you on the shoulder. "You so leetle, need eat more." In battle, you and the Heavy became inseparable. With you standing behind him and ubering him, he was a human juggernaut; with him in front of you, you were safe. Even when you strayed, he would show up in the nick of time, soaking up bullets meant for you without apparent ill effect. On the field or off, he was always ready with a broad grin and an encouraging word of broken English. Spending time with him, you discovered that he wasn't stupid- no, he wasn't a secret genius, but he had horse sense. And it was hard not to like a man who had grown up in such Soviet deprivation that he considered a baloney sandwich a gourmet treat. You couldn't wait to feed him bierschenken or weisswurst or the other delicacies of your hometown. It was then that you realised that you were out-and-out planning a life with him beyond this life of endless war. This was foremost in your mind the next time you and he were alone together. It was sweltering inside 2Fort, but there was a cool breeze coming in off the desert, so you and Heavy had climbed into the battlements to enjoy the air. "See?" The Heavy pointed skyward. "Big bear, behind him, leetle bear. Big bear is big, da? But leetle bear more important. Leetle bear has hub of world." The huge man fell silent, but his squinty little eyes said volumes more. "Oh, Heavy," you murmured. "We are those bears." He stroked your smooth cheek with one huge finger. "We make bouncy now, da?" "Oh, ja!" You threw yourself into his arms, kissing feverishly. You regularly trusted him with your life; you were sure that you could trust him with your secret. Once the floodgates of passion were open, nothing could stop you. Heavy's huge fingers were surprisingly nimble, and by the bright light of the full moon he stripped you bare in moments. "Oh, Medic!" he gasped, looking at your naked body. "I never thought... you are... Jewish?" "Er, ja. Please, liebling, tell me zis is not a problem." "No, no," the Heavy kissed you, his stubble rasping against your face. "Mama always want me to marry nice boy from the shtetl, Doktor is credit to the Jews!" "You're Jewish, alzo?" You mentally replayed the last few seconds of the conversation. "Und a voman?" "Da. In my village, all wooman kind of..." she put one meaty hand on what would have been the back of her neck, if she had a neck. "Healthy?" you offered. "Zaftig? Beautiful?" "Oh, Doktor," she murmured, embracing you. "I have... one more confession. I never do this thing before." "Oh, mein darling, mein treasure, a wirgin?" "Da, be gentle." "Trust me," you said. "I am a doctor." Your Heavy girlfriend tittered and leanted back, allowing you to caress the titanic breasts she'd had hidden under her vest, her expansive belly and mighty thighs. Under all the hair, her skin was amazingly soft as you kissed your way toward her navel, and even her bush was downy as you went lower. To your delight, her clit was an unmistakable target, almost as big as the end of your thumb. She moaned like a mating whale as you caressed it with lips and tongue, and bucked into your hand as you searched for her entrance. With some groping, you found it- her hymen was tough and resilient, and had only the smallest of holes. You stretched her first with one finger, then two, as you gave her your all in oral gratification. Her tree-trunk thighs wrapped around your head, and for a moment you feared you might smother, or possibly drown, until she let out a scream that knocked roosting birds out of the rafters. She collapsed limply, but you didn't give her a moment to rest from either fingers or tongue. You brought her to orgasm again and again, seven times, until she was all but exhausted and you couldn't wait any more. "Darling, please," you said, looking tenderly into her eyes. "May I cap you?" "Oh, da!" she gasped. "I love this Doktor!" "And I love you, mein Heavy," you say as you slide inside your Russian giantess. She was hot and slippery with pleasure, but you moved carefully so as not to hurt her still-taut hymen. After that first barrier, she surrounded you with ridge after ripple of responsive muscle. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you battened onto her enormous tits with both hands and probed her mouth with a kiss. You thrust slowly at first, per her passion built with her own, and soon she was bucking like a rodeo bull and pulling you close with her large legs. She clamped her thighs around you and groaned out her eighth orgasm of the day even as you failed to squirm away and came inside her. "Ach, liebling," you groaned as you collapsed beside her and stroked her stubble. "Did I hurt you?" "Is fine. I am strong!" She thumped her chest proudly. "I... meant to pull out," you apologise. "Da, but I want MANY leetle babies!" she smiled.
So, you said that classxyou is welcomed? Well, hope you like my little piece here... MedicxYou/ HeavyxYou, female version, PWP. Sorry about spelling/grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language and i don't have betas. ___________________________________________ “So, you really are a woman, hum?†Medic chuckled, touching your face, pulling you closer to his embrace, mouth, body. You could feel, at the same time – almost putting you in the mood completely, in a sweet frenzy of skin against skin – Heavy’s hands hovering through the back of your neck and your hair, gently, and yet clumsy, starting to travel to your back, passing the brim of your fire uniform – how could a man so big and strong be so kind inside a room, in a bed, with a woman by his side? And how came I am in such situation? You ask yourself, closing your eyes, feeling lips capturing yours (and you can just tell whose mouth it is…). Oh, you can rewind the happenings of the past two weeks inside your mind (mouth invaded by a skilled tongue; tenderly, touching smoothly the inner walls of it, liking the tissue, massaging artfully your own tongue – this is Medic). You never were one of talk; you were never one of trust. Even before accepting the job of become an assassin in that insane army, you were already a famous and good soldier inside the underworld of crime and illegal warfare (your face turned almost roughly to the back, from the right, and the lips and tongue that entered yours are demanding and conqueror, exactly like the hands running your clothed shoulders; Heavy squeezed them with force, but not enough to hurt, just the right amount for you feel his need), and already worked under the rule that no one is worth believe or trust – by principle and by personal experience. Obviously seeing yourself inside an obscure base in the middle of nowhere, trapped with other 8 people – cold-blooded killers just like you; males, all of them, unlike you –, will not make you forget that and low your guard. You went on in your new job, unfamiliar to anything else, satisfied that you could do the only two things that really bring joy to your twisted existence: burn things up and kill (oh lord, the way they massage you through the weighty fabric of your uniform, fingers going up and down your body, passing through – barely, barely – your breasts, thighs, waist, backs; mouths anywhere of your exposed face; ghostly hand touches, since you almost can’t feel their heat because of the fabric…). But they are there. It started with a smile. From Medic. With looks. It was almost like he could feel your gaze back to him, to the others comrades, under your inhuman gas mask. (you felt Heavy’s breaths leave your cheeks, then against your ear, seconds before he started to lick at it’s contour; at the same time, Medic slide his tongue again through your lips) How came to him that you felt necessity of a man’s touch, a physical contact, you had wondered in the first days, when you realized the purpose of that smile: it was an invinting curl of lips that sign words of encouraging during battles, greetings at the morning, during lunch. It was subtle and smooth, that the others members of the team didn’t take notice. Well, except one, of course. If Heavy and Medic wasn’t confabulating to get you in their beds, them you would not know how to explain the sudden requests of Heavy to get you all the time under their gazes, to help him with something, to discuss battles, or only have a talk. You didn’t know, too, that Heavy could hold that almost unnoticeable glint of… how define it? Stay a little more, why not? You know. “Pyro, want to make us company, today?†Medic said once, eyeing you; Heavy by your sides looking like he was not really paying attention, like he was just waiting something to happen; chuckled lightly, in a way that was not exactly scary, sounding more like he was having fun, but it had the tinge of some madness the others – you included – credit to him. It did not scare you, though. After that, you took the invite; you stayed with them, knowing where they are leading you. And then, a few nights after that, you don’t give a single damn for what inspired the man to get near you – the fierce and mysterious incendiary. “Pyro, let’s take clothes off.†Heavy’s voice, deeper and hotter then it already is, come to you. At this, you opened your eyes abruptly, feeling your heart frozen behind your ribs. The hands of the great man started to open the security straps and bottoms of your uniform at your neck that moments ago he was just teasing. Medic, without a word, did the same with the belts and zipper at the front. “Putting Little Pyro more comfortable first.†He laughed a little, but you stayed quiet, as the men worked you out of your uniform and military boots, leaving you in your panties, the long-sleeved black shirt, and the bandages you put as extra shield against the fire. Like… Firewall, you thought. Stupid unfunny joke, you thought, but oh, the idiot things you think when you are scared… “That’s a problem, I don’t have anything with me that we can use to cut this straps†Medic said. He didn’t see bothered by them, though. “Ah, yeah…I, hm†you started saying looking at them both “well, I guess I will take them off myself but it will take a while…†you felt like you are breaking all the atmosphere you three have been weaving these past weeks. You started do undo the knot you made at the bandages. “Don’t worry.†Medic said, looking relaxed. “Let’s just say you want to make a little strip for usâ€. When you are just about to wonder how in hell you could make this flustered fight against this tangled trap look like a hot tease show or something, Heavy grunted, looking angry, stood up and hovered over you – he seemed so massive and animalistic – putting you away of Medic and making you lay against the mattress. Then, growling something that sounded like “women always wear too muchâ€, he ripped the bandages off of your legs, abdomen and arms, turning it into little shreds with his own bare hands and nothing more, exposing you almost completely to them. Now you are just with the damn shirt and the panties …you couldn’t be more humiliated. They are going to see it. It is there, beginning at the middle of your pale left thigh. But, fortunately for you, Heavy was too much concentrated in get on his knees in front of you, between your own knees, and lick your thighs, to notice it. At least this is what you are musing, but then you stopped every logical thinking inside your mind. He licked your skin, which suddenly is very sensitive and responsive. You mewled softly when one hand caressed the part he just moistened with his tongue, and the mew turned into a moan while the other massaged the junction between your tight and your crotch, fingers doing circular movements, teasing the brim of your panties; again: almost, almost, Heavy is getting under it, the tip of one big finger threatening to lift the fabric; and the skin it failed to cover there. He went through one thigh to another, then to your knees, lifting your leg with not so much finesse as his tongue passed wetly at the tendons, then back again, to join his fingers at the joint of your legs. Medic, at the same time, got behind you and embraced you from behind, breathing along your more exposed neck, giving little kisses to it, while his hands – when did he take off his gloves? – make its way through your backs. You could feel – the fabric of your shirt is blessedly fine and sticked, like a second skin – the heat coming from them, their play with the clasp of your bra and your ribs from under the shirt. His hands, then, traveled to the front, tracing the lines of your thoracic bones until it reached your breasts. You couldn’t stop a sigh even if you wanted, as his fingers immediately find the nipples, and started to pinch them through the fabric. You looked down, to see that hands – not like Heavy’s, but still big and imponent over your lithe and little body – playing with the little buds, making them stood hard and small against the shirt, the shape totally visible, and then teasing with brushes of his fingertips, contouring skillfully the upright curve of your breast with the other fingers. “I want to put my mouth over them, suck them†Medic whispered against your ear, and you could hear his demanding tone, his desire, and even his smile. He is having fun. “I want you naked, nowâ€. Heavy must had the same idea, because he took his hands away from your hips and touched your shirt. Your heart frozen again and, suddenly, you lifted yourself, sitting in a position that you could see them both and said: “You guys should take your clothes off too. It’s not fair I’m the only one naked here. Besides,†you are postponing it “it will feel better, don’t you agree?†you smiled what you hoped it was an encouraging smile and, above it, confident. “No problem at all†Heavy simply took off his shirt, working in his belts, boots and pants quickly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from notice. He was so…so huge. In any aspect. His muscled hairy arms; with great and prominent contours and arcs, looking hard and strong; rivaled with his fat and rotund belly. His broad chest, which was very muscular too, is covered with hair that thinned and gone downwards his bellybutton, but not disappearing, and went into his briefs and join the… you gulped, feeling shivers through your body, thinking anticipatively what is waiting for you beyond that poor forced fabric… “Help me, Pyro†Medic demanded, already taking off his vest and working in his tie. You snapped off of your thoughts and urged to him, eager to see what the doctor has to offer you… you are not disappointed when you saw his great shoulders and chest, his equally hairy body looking in shape for a man you almost don’t see doing hard work like caring around great weapons and equipments at the battlefield, and is always sitting behind his desk and surgical table. Like the hands, his body is not as big as Heavy’s, but still could cover and smash you with its size, masculinity, its strength… You trembled, couldn’t wait anymore. You are afraid of what they will see, what they will think of you, if you could give them as much pleasure as they are so tenderly giving to you… but you feel all the excitement, all your arousal, traveling through you, going from between your legs, inside the slit, wet and throbbing, to your breast, shoulder, cheeks, then back to your belly and hips. When their hands – all the four –lifted your shirt and bra, making your breasts bouncing erotically even for you, you leaned into their inviting arms, caressing their bodies, pulling out your panties and tossing it somewhere, hearing their pants, feeling the hairs and little bumps of…scars. Scars. More exposed than ever – literally: you hadn’t been fully naked in front of anyone for many years, since the incident –, your burn and cut scars spread painfully upon almost all the upper part of your body, more at the left side, covering all your shoulder, going mercifully just at the beginning of your left breast, not so gently at your backs and abdomen. It went all the way down your arm, not sparing your hand, which lost some of its digits, nails and phalanx. It reaches your left thigh like a claw, and had a sick shade of pale pink. “My god†Medic whispered, his hands now free from your shirt, caressing your boobs and licking them to the point of making the nipples stand up again. “You’re so beautiful, my dear girlâ€. You stopped. It can’t be. You looked right inside the man’s blue eyes, getting away of his touch, chest constricted. You almost forgot what it means to be deeply rankled, and you could tell that it felt exactly like a stab. Is it some kind of elaborated cruel trick? “How dare you? Repeat it, and I will fucking kill you.†You surprised yourself of how much of a balance between cold rage and profound wound your voice revealed. Medic lifted his eyebrown, looking not really surprised with your attitude. But it was Heavy who came to you abruptly, holding you by your little wrists, and pulling you to a hug. Even in your pain, you couldn’t help the tingle of arousal when your sensitive naked areas touched and brushed against Heavy’s rough body, mixed with the harm the gesture brought to you. It feels so good, in both erotical and mentally ways. You almost melt in his big arms. “Little Pyro don’t need to be ashamed. Has hot and beautiful body, sexy too, Doctor didn’t lie.†He chuckled, not seeing threatened by your voice “Heavy has big scars like you, all of us has, so, don’t be insultedâ€. “B-but…yours isn’t…they don’t look disgusting…†You can’t believe you are at the verge of tears. You fight them back, successfully. Medic caressed the curve of your slim waist, silence you with the touch. “He is right, Pyro. None of us is perfect. But for me…†he snatched you from the Russian “…you couldn’t be more desirable, girl, and you don’t look disgusting†he chuckled, mouth looking for your lips “at allâ€. He kissed you, and you three are all back to that very first scene, the very beginning: the German claiming you from the front, Heavy working you from behind. The excitement, that has not disappeared, started to build up again. Like it was in a connection with your mind, Medic said in a commanding and husky voice: “Spread for us, Pyro. Now.†you don’t know how you could find his tone so hot, but you did “Let us take what we have wanted so badly from youâ€. You are starving to obey, submissively, but first you pulled, at the same time, their remaining boxers, and revealed their erections. Not just because you didn’t reciprocate their touches – it was not because you didn’t want, but you are in such state of hypnotic arousal that you couldn’t help them – but because of their big bulges provoking you from behind their prisons. You fisted them, with shallow and hard movements, urging them to come closer and closer to you, to cover you with the shadow of their bodies, while you spread your legs hungrily, open as wide as you can, leaning against the matress. Their groans are loud and soundly now; the heads of their cocks are touching your body, like they are willing to fuck any skin or curves and folds of your body they could reach with the tip. You eye them famished: Heavy’s cock is monstrous, large and massive, matching his owner. You could barely jerk him off with your tiny hand – its great size is hovering over your belly and crotch, teasing. Medic’s is smaller, but still, you see, it is big and thick, with a delicious curvature upward. He was pushing it against your cheek and neck, grunting, the pre-cum somewhat watering your face; you could smell it. “Yes, yes. Please, I can’t take anymore, want it now!†with that, you guided the German’s member to your mouth and started sucking excitedly. “Oh, what a good girl…†“Heavy first.†the man practically grunted the phrase to you, not entirely saying it, sitting between yours thighs, holding them wide open, and lined up his more than generous cock. In a thrust, he putted the throbbing tip inside of your vagina, its size already massaging all your opening, their lips, smashing and stimulating the clitoris above without effort. With a long and masculine moan, looking to your lips around the Medic’s erection, he went further; accommodating the great shaft in a motion, opening your canal and cervix. Even if it hurts a little, you started to buck your hips with some difficult due to your position; what you couldn’t do is wait. Fortunately, Heavy too, because he started to roughly push inside you, moving his hips too, reaching a pace that is powerful and fast. He is so strong he makes your entire body rock back and fourth, your thighs hitting his fat belly, your breasts bouncing up and down almost to the point of being sore; but Medic settle it for you. He took himself off of your mouth – you felt almost sad; its size filling it, your tongue massaging the member, being so welcomed and you wanted it so badly… – a strain of saliva doing a shining way from your mouth to your breasts. He started to rub his big cock against your boobs, and you helped him, holding then together so he can teasing both at the same time easily, the nipples touching the head of the member, then brushing through all its length. You see Medic lick his lips while appreciate the vision of your body trapped between himself and the Heavy. The scars are nothing now, just another part of yourself that just exist, and that was all... “Oh my god†you begin, closing your eyes as the strong physical sensations at your abused slit irradiated through the sensitive spots of your body, making you feel like you are fluttering, like your skin is covered by electrical shivers. Your nipples are harder than ever, the inner walls of your vagina felt incredible heated and you couldn’t help but moaning incoherent things and mewling to make some vocal translation of your pleasure… “I can’t hold…I will…I’m about to…fuck! I’m…!†the orgasm hit you not abruptly, as you felt the sensations boiling and growing up, then reaching its summit, making the muscles of your vagina constrict and throb; you could feel then squeeze Heavy’s cock deliciously. “Oh, so early, little Pyro?†Heavy managed to laugh a little, teasing with effort, hips increasing the motion. He was not unaffected by your body’s reaction to your orgasm. “But Heavy’s not done…†“Oh, oh no…me neither… I can still feel… feel so much, Heavy, don’t stop…†you signed happily, moving your hips in the same time with Heavy’s, hands clutching the fabric of the bed and a vestige of a smile forming in your lips. It is true, you could still feel the eager, and you could still feel the same stimulation from the moment before your climax. It was like it is starting over again, but from the moment your body was coated with the pleasure; not from the beginning, when it was still getting stronger. “Let me, then.†Medic said, and you noticed that his voice slightly trembled “It is my turnâ€. When you whispered “comeâ€, with your eyes closed, you feel the great Heavy sliding out of you – so opened up, so empty – and, in a few second, being stretched again. Oh, how come you still can feel yourself small and tight around someone after the Russian? But what took you from surprise is that Medic’s cock massaged forcefully and with precision not only your clitoris, but a little spot lost above the upper wall of your cervix, with the curve of his penis. And it looked like he knows exactly what he is doing, because he hit that over and over again, with a curious motion of his hips at the same time he holds at your slender waist, rolling… “Ah, god.†And the Medic lost it inside of you: he suddenly is totally above you, covering, pressing you almost brutally against the bed, your tights so opened against his crotch that you feel the force upon the joints of your legs, breast swelled and smashed against his chest and abdomen and his arms wrapped around your slender form forcefully, like he wanted your body to disappear into his. His moans are loud and incoherent, sending laborious breath against your ear. You are not different. Being pressed and dominated like that, matching with the incredible and intense amounts of pleasure the man is burying inside your body make you as strayed for the Medic as he is for you. You are practically shouting under the man, face against his strong shoulder, feeling completely his hot skin… now, you are on the verge; you can feel again and… What is he doing? He stopped his ministrations, rolled his body a little, bringing you with him, making you both lay by your right sides at the bed, exposing your spread buttocks. You feel, then, the Heavy get behind you, his fat belly pressed to your backs. Now you are sweetly trapped in the middle of those manly and hot bodies. Suddenly, the immense Russian’s cock threatening your behinds. He murmured: “Need it too.†You feel him holding that great head against your fissure, brushing it “ Heavy will be inside of you from behind, themâ€. “N-noâ€, you say softly, feeling like your voice is dying due to the sudden panic you felt, mixed with the intense pleasure. You never have done it, and you want it to remain like that “No, wait, not in there…†For a terrible second, you thought he will just ignore you and go ahead with it. You are at their mercy, he could easily fuck you pitilessly against the body of the other man and not give a single damn. But he stands still, masturbating his cock just to not let that delicious state of arousal fade away, looking at you with impatient expectation. And just when you are about to invite them both to change their position so you could pleasure the big man with your mouth, Medic touched Heavy’s shoulder: “Here, quick.†he withdraw his cock and lifted your left leg, making your slit more open. He trembles against you. He is nearly there, you can tell, he just has to work his member a little more inside of you and then… Heavy do what is said to him and you feel his cock slide inside of you unceremonious, and immediately start with that rapid and powerful movement he uses, holding you tightly like Medic with one arm hand, while the other holds your hips against him and his shaft. He grunts loud against the top of your head, and you can say now that he joined you and Medic at that edge, that incredible and agonizing almost-there sensation that blank your mind and make your body weak… “Heavy.†the German man didn’t had to murmur more than that to Heavy, and you squeal when the man rapidly take his cock off of your vagina and it is promptly and roughly filled with Medic’s eager cock, who continues with the bouncing and brutal motions Heavy was using, moaning loud. You grab at them – now you just didn’t know who exactly and which part of them you are holding yourself, you just want to feel their skin more and more while you cry out again when these men take turns inside of your thigh and abused slit, rolling your hips against their members, feeling yourself full and stimulated, then suddenly empty and famished, and then again filled with a throbbed and invasive shaft for blessed and restless seconds, then nothing one more time and – “God, I can’t take anymore...†Medic says in a voice you can barely recognize, but you don’t care; one last movement, one little motion you would join the man in the release. You hold his shoulder vigorously, and say to him, in a most desperate tone, hips glued to his crotch and that big cocking burying deeply with your movement, opening up and touching and brushing everything inside you, in there: “Stay inside, stay inside, don’t, I’m almost…Medic, I’m…!†you hear his mix of moan and pant at the same time you feel streams of hot liquid spilling inside your hot and sensitive walls of your cervix, bathing it; you are mewling loud while your climax take your whole body, heating all of you, making you arch your back and throw your head at heavy’s chest, and your muscles are so tense and rigid against the man’s cock in a delicious way that almost hurt. “Me, me now†Heavy said in a demanding and husky voice that makes him almost sound furious, and even if he is not, you obeyed immediately, your orgasm still taking your body like a weave. You need the Russian badly to keep going: “Come, oh god, come here, inside!†you take Medic off of you; a thick line of semen dripping from his cock head connecting it to your vagina is cut out by your movement, and the white substance drips from your vulva; and the Heavy impale you brutally, riding and grunting, hold your hips with his powerful hands and not caring that he is bruising you. But you don’t neither when his massive cock relight the remainder of your orgasm, making the weave that is washing your body strong and alive again, and you push your hips, your buttocks smashed against the man’s own hips, while you roll and moan, feeling the heat and the shiver again in your skin as a new gush of hot cum floods your insides. You three stayed there, panting, while the vestige of the climax is slowly vanishing. You're about to fall sleep contented between the two man; not bothering to stay with them at the rest of the night; when Medic touched your giant scar. But you didn’t care. Not anymore: “It still hurts?†he asked, out of the blue. You give him a little smile. “Sometimes, when the weather is becoming heavy. It’s sensitive to the atmosphere changes, I guess.†“I can fix this for you, if you want. With a little surgery I developed with my Medigun, which have deep healing effects, it will not hurt anymore†he said, kissing your left shoulder carefully. Heavy did the same thing. You could feel his satisfied smile against the excessively sensitive skin of the wound “I can even make it disappear, too. What do you think? Want me to?†You closed your eyes slowly, pulling both the men near to you. “No,it won’t be necessary.â€
Is it cool if it's gen fanfic? I've got one cute Spy/Femgie fic I wrote for some rp buddies.
While we're here requesting for fics, Can I have all fics that involve a significant relationship but not include Scout, Heavy or Medic? Any other smut is fine as long as it isn't extreme or rape.
Oh man, I might have to write the completely genderqueer/genderfluid idea I've been thinking about... I've had an inkling for a long time that wouldn't turn into something I could get a solid handle on, and then when I did get a handle on it, I wasn't sure anyone would be interested... >>9 If you enjoy Sniper/Spy, then I might just be your (wo)man, Anon. I got my writer mojo back after a long, sad hiatus.
>>10 That would be nice :)
>>10 I got my writer mojo back after a long, sad hiatus. Glad to hear it, and not just because your work is delicious. It's no fun when that place in your head where the stories normally flow is empty and quiet, is it?
>>6 TeratoMarty, that was lovely! I had a huge smile on my face after reading that one. So sweet. >>7 Wow, that MedicxHeavyxYou threesome was amazing. Tender and very, very hot. Thank you Anon! >>8 By all means, all sorts of fics are welcome! I'm asking because I know that this 'Chan is far from the only place they might have been posted, so I was wanting to read more than what is here. >>10 Welcome back, Anne! I would be all too glad to read your pieces. I love your other work. Here is a short Medic x Miss Pauling drabble. Please don't flame me for it. +++ “You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do.†She looked down at her serviceable purple dress and her sensible pumps, and sighed. The edge of the paper placemat curled, softening under her restless palms. “Ever since high school, these glasses mean that nobody treats me like a girl. It’s always ‘Bookworm’, or ‘Four-Eyes’, or worse. It’s only a matter of time before I’m one of those little old ladies with fifty cats and a hat with flowers on it.†“Now, Rhonda Marie Pauling, don’t be like that. Have some more cake.†A fat slice of chocolate torte was dumped unceremoniously on her plate. “There’s no point moping about it. You’re smart, you’re sweet, and you’ve got legs I’d kill for. I mean, look at these. Ew. “ Pastel manicured nails poked a plump thigh. “Not for long if you keep feeding me that cake, Susie. “ Miss Pauling took a forkful and chewed contemplatively. “Hey, sweetie, you know what? You should just give up on those pretty younger guys. They’re just freaked out by the fact you’re smarter than them. Well, forget them! Any fella who can’t handle that you can do everything they can do isn’t worth your time. “ Susie waved her cake fork decisively, teacup clinking into saucer for emphasis. “They’re all immature little boys anyway. You’ll find yourself a real man, see if you don’t!†Another sigh. “I certainly hope so, honey.†She shot Susie an impish look from lowered lashes. “You’d have to cat-sit for me, otherwise!†“Oh, you!†++++ “You had plenty of money in 1922 You let other women make a fool of you Why don’t you do right Like some other men do..†She could hear the crooning of the torch singer from the club down the road when she opened the motel window. Peggy Lee – always a favourite. A faint breeze stirred the dingy gauze curtains and the glow of the yellow street lamps limned the tangled linens, as she padded to the bathroom for a drink of water. She could still smell him on the pillow, smell them, as she got back under the sheets. A myriad of little aches and sorenesses made themselves known, bringing a smile to her lips. She touched each love bite, each mark carefully and discreetly placed. An echoing ache woke low in her belly as she remembered the tender ferocity belied only by a curiously Teutonic precision, that had been the hallmark of yet another all-too-short weekend. She stretched bonelessly in the king sized bed, toes wriggling in the crisp cotton. Though it would’ve been nice to wake up next to him once again, she supposed it was just as well that he had left early to make the long drive back to the base. He did not, as she had feared, snore terribly. But neither of them was used to sharing a bed, and she kept waking to find herself squeezed against the wall next to his slumbering sprawl across the middle of the mattress. “Täubchen,†she murmured to herself, tasting the shape of the word. Of all his crooned endearments (some uttered in more like a strangled shout, she admitted, blushing), that was the most frequent. Tomorrow she would look it up in the library. Indulgently, she buried her nose in his pillow, inhaling his scent. Tomorrow was soon enough to be professional, to be a good girl once again. Maybe one day there would be fewer arrangements to make, and less rosters to coordinate. But for now, it was enough.
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