# old art
# Team Fortress 2
# fan fic
I’m going to post my fics here now, I suppose.
Note: This fic was based on a pic that circulated on /y/ a few months ago. Can’t source it off the top of my head, sorry.
Spy wondered why he was doing this.
The blue clad rogue made his way down the corridors of the fort, stepping lightly with his cloak activated. It was risky, he knew, but a mission he could not afford to pass up. The BLU Sniper had tipped him off that there were new weapons blueprints in the RED base that could turn the tide of the battle- a turn sorely needed, as they had lost a dozen conscutive battles in the past days. There was only one problem with procuring the documents: they were being kept in the RED Heavy’s quarters.
The creeping Frenchman suspected that the man was a heavy sleeper and he used this theory to keep his fear at a low buzz. He reached the door of the sleeping giant and carefully creaked the door ajar. A shaft of light poured into the room, revealing the blanket-topped mountain of the enemy Heavy. Spy peered into the room, taking in the details of it. A workbench with gun cleaning equipment… Sascha with a pink blanket… a rolled up paper propped against his bedside- Bingo. The intruder bit his lip and took a measured step towards the document. His gloved hands reached towards the paper with the delicacy of a jewel thief. A few more centimeters and…
The Heavy rolled over. In this motion his massive arm swung limply through the air, crashing down on the Spy who cried in suprise. His cloak was immediately shattered. The Russian’s eyes snapped open at the noise and took a few seconds for the man to connect what he was seeing. The Spy stood stiff as a board, waiting to be pummeled into a bloody pulp. Instead the large man spoke,
"What is tiny BLU Spy doing in Heavy’s bedroom? Speak quickly." He emphasized the point by cracking his knuckles.
The Spy thought quickly, taking a course of action he would later regret.
"I wished to pay you a visit, fat man," purred the cornered man.
"Oh?" Heavy’s eyebrow crested in guarded curiosity.
"Oui," asserted Spy, "I could not help but see you again."
"Vhat… Vhat does…"
The man in blue placed a gloved finger to his lips and shushed him, conveying the point effectively. Heavy’s eyes shot open at the realization,
"Means… Means you are liking me?"
Spy bit back his bile and nodded in the most sultry way he could muster. The larger man sat up fully, taking a moment to process this. The Frenchman decided it would be smartest to end this now and take his chances seizing the documents later. Placing one gloved hand to the man’s face, he drew the giant in for a quick peck on the lips and stood to abscond.
A hand shot up and wrapped around his entire forearm. Spy turned in horror to see a look of satisfaction plastered on the giant’s face.
"You know, eet gets lonely here. Only guns. Only Heavy."
With only a minutiae of strength, the man reeled the Spy in. Terror set in, and the smaller man endeavored to struggle. Heavy misinterpreted this as shivering.
"Are you cold leetle man?" Using his massive arms like wings, Heavy pulled the man onto his lap. Spy immediately desisted in his struggling.
"Non, I am plenty warm, merci-"
He was interrupted by a second kiss, this time with so much fervor on Heavy’s part that he nearly choked.
"Monsieur Heavy, that is quite e-!"
The larger man was too caught up in affection to listen. He rolled the Spy to lay under him, propping his elbows on either side of the terrified man’s shoulders.
"I have meesed this," Heavy whispered while nuzzling Spy’s neck.
Spy rolled his head to the side, looking away and sending his mind to anywhere but where he was now. He was suddenly snapped back to the present, however, when he felt a warm lump prodding at his thigh.
"You like?" Heavy grinned seductively and ground his covered erection into his counterpart’s crotch gently. The sensation made the Spy ill and he grimaced.
"Poor leetle Spy is still in his clothing. I fix that." He reached down and roughly drew the slacks and underwear from the man’s thin hips, still leaving his feet in his polished shoes and argyle gartered socks. He gasped and reached down to cover himself, but accidentally brushed the giant Russian’s clothed erection.
"Oh, you vant to touch?" He leaned backwards from his position on top, settling on his knees over the other man. Reaching down, he pulled the elastic up and over his member. His manhood sprang out and bounced, throbbing and surging with blood. Spy’s eyes shot open in disbelief at the man’s size. Heavy grabbed his gloved hand and drew it to his manhood, smearing the expensive black suede with his pre-come. Spy frowned hopelessly but let the man continue to use his hand.
Heavy dropped the hand after a minute and settled lower on the Frenchman, kissing his neck and shirt while pulling the buttons out of their holes. He caressed the unwilling man’s chest, brushing his huge fingers through his sparse black chest hair and over his nipples. Spy bit his lip and forced himself to not arch into his assailant when he tweaked his exposed nubs.
The Russian moved his hands back up to the other man’s balaclava covered face, prodding his large fingers at his lips. Spy kept his lips in a thin, sealed line until one of the strong digits popped through. They swirled in his mouth, brushing his tongue, collecting his saliva. Heavy drew them out with a grin and sent his moistened hand south. Dipping between his legs, the fingers went to work loosening the Spy’s clenched ass. He gasped as the fingers played with him, caressing and poking unil they entered him. Spy grasped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.
"Is so tight… Dees is going to be good." Heavy smiled sweetly down at the nervous wreck below him and aimed his member. He pressed in slowly, groaning at the feeling of his massive member being encased by such silky heat. Spy threw his head back in a silent scream and fastened his hands to the sheets at either side of himself. The giant pulled halfway out of the man’s body, then slid in fiercely again. He pressed his weight down onto his partner, pinning him there while he was mercilously pounded. The Spy gasped and groaned, trying in vain to alleviate some the wracking burning. Heavy reached back with both arms, grabbing him by his skinny thighs and lifting his legs in the air. His loose shoelaces dangled, swaying back and forth with every thrust.
At this angle the Russian delved even deeper into his body, prompting him to gasp and swear in his mother tongue.
"So sexy. Spy ees good at dis."
Heavy leaned over the Spy and planted a gentle kiss on his crumpled forehead. His pace increased to a feverish rhythm. He panted into his counterpart’s ear, whispering in Russian his gratitude. Suddenly he thrust in sharply, letting out a low roar. The giant exploded, filling Spy to the brim. Spy took a greenish tint to his face as overflow leaked from his ass. This tested his limits of strength and composure. The larger man fell in a boneless heap over him, basking in afterglow.
Heavy rolled over contentedly, draping his arm over the bed and snugging into his pillow.
"Was good for you?"
He received no answer.
He turned to see the space next to him empty.
"Leetle Spy will be back," he chuckled, reaching under Sascha and peeking at the real blueprints.
Not sure what my art is doing circulating over on Y-gallery, but I have a feeling that this fic might just be about LOL this piece right here...
Watch for this guy as I shamelessly feel the need to draw my tf2 loadout of “Demonic yet oddly sexually attractive inspector Clouseau”—lawlspy
I have no shame and I am not sorry lol.
Entire team is Demos?
LOL I LOVE SPY’S POSE… AS IF HE’S GOING WTF LOOK AT ALL THE DEMOS
My reaction exactly. Considering we only had myself, a lone sniper, and two other pyros playing classes other than demoman on a team of 16…there sure were a lot of demos.
Guess I’m coming back to this one with an encore…
Entire team is Spy?
there were 6 spies if I am correct. On a team of 9.
A really speed painting for Des.
The reason? I was in class of Photography when the teacher showed to us this poster and when I read the title I laughed because it reminded to me Solly/Spy from Des and her funneh sexeh drawings. And well, I couldnt resist, Im so sorry lol
OH MY JESUS. I had no idea this was coming…
Lol thank you so very much ladyabsurd!! I love it! Especially spy’s pale man legs mmmm.
Just something quick and yeah, more au ww2 spoo. This guy’s fast becoming an oc? maybe. I don’t mind tho. Too tired to write anything meaningful/make much sense so ty for coming to the livestream and good night. XC
Here’s a tidbit of the WWII AU Des and I have been cooking up. Sort’ve attached to this scene.
Soldier leaned over the Willys’ windshield. “What’s the hold up, Owens?”
“Tire, sir.” Owens stood up and wiped sweat off his forehead. “We’ve got a flat tire, sir.”
“Shit.” Soldier sat back down. “Well, the hell are you waiting for, private? Fix it.”
Owens nodded so hard his helmet nearly fell off. “Yes, sir.”
Spy sat inert in the backseat, but his eyes tracked Owens around the vehicle. Open space yawned all around them. The road was small and lined on either side by beechwood. Dew glistened in the morning sun. No birds sang. Distant gunfire rattled northwest of their position.
“I’ll take a walk,” Spy said, and stepped out of the Willys.
Owens set the spare tire on the ground and glanced at Soldier, who merely watched the Frenchman slip into the forest. “He’s going unarmed?”
“Son, that man’s been killing Nazis long before we found him.” Soldier flicked his cigar onto the ground. “He doesn’t need a gun.”
Owens lowered his head. “Did he always wear that mask?”
“Get to work.”
Spy stepped carefully across the hill’s sharp slope. He could see patches of farmland in the valley below, but the view was spoiled by smoke churning over a burning house. Gunfire rattled on and off for the better part of ten minutes, then went quiet. He waited for the first notes of birdsong before continuing his route. The forest remained largely undisturbed, despite the recent push from Sainte-Mère-Église.
He continued along the hillside until a smell stuck in the back of his throat.
Sickly sweet and rotten, with a tinge of body odor.
Spy knew that smell.
He glanced towards the road, which was a grey smudge between tree trunks, and headed towards a dip in the forest floor. The corpse of a man lay facedown among the ferns, but the black SS uniform was unmistakable. He shoved his hands into his pockets and whistled like a Calandra Lark.
Soldier whistled a few notes back. It wasn’t long before the American approached from the road. He was noisy, but negotiated the steep hillside with an eager grin.
“Found something, Crouton?”
Spy jerked his chin towards the corpse.
“Gestapo?” Soldier paused in mid-step. “Far from home, isn’t he?”
Spy bent down and rolled the corpse over. A maggot bounced off of his knuckles before he could react. He inhaled sharply and stood up. Soldier scowled at the renewed smell of decomposition.
The man’s face was as slick and pale as a mushroom cap. Maggots feasted in quiet ecstasy on his remaining soft tissue, and had been for some time. The left side of his collar bore three diagonal pips and two silver stripes; the right the distinctive SS runes.
“Jesus.” Soldier tipped his helmet back. “He’s as young as Owens.”
Spy watched the maggots eat their fill without expression. “I told ‘im to run.” He shoved his hand in his pockets. “Stupid boy.”
Soldier glanced at Spy. “He the one who gave you the….” He gestured to his face.
“Non,” Spy’s said, “‘e did nothing wrong.”
“Look at me, Crouton.”
Spy’s eyes flicked to Soldier’s.
“What’s his rank?”
“Then we both know that kid earned his stripes. And how.”
Spy’s gaze slid back to the boy. He ignored renewed gunfire in the valley below. The persistent buzz of aircraft rose from the south. He glanced up to see a familiar silhouette lit against the sky.
“Look like Spitfires.” Soldier hooked his arm around Spy’s waist. “C’mon, Crouton. We need to catch up before my boys are sipping wine in Paris.”
Artillery fire started rumbling in the distance. Soldier stepped between Spy and the boy’s corpse, but the Frenchman didn’t react. His eyes looked like two holes cut out of his face.
Soldier pressed their foreheads together. “He’s dead now. Whatever happened to him, it’s over.”
Spy didn’t react.
“Look at me, Crouton.”
Soldier cupped the back of Spy’s neck and forced their eyes to meet. “We’re in the middle of the fucking woods with God knows how many Germans. Owens is by himself on the road. Do I really have to carry you back?”
Soldier glanced at the trees around them. He squared his shoulders and kissed Spy for all the birds to see.
Spy inhaled deeply like he was waking from a long sleep. When Soldier kissed him again, he responded.
“We need to go,” Soldier muttered, “before Owens shits himself.”
Spy’s eyes slowly regained focus. “Oui.”
They walked together up the steep incline. The smell of decay was quickly swept aside by the rising sea breeze. When they reached the forest’s edge, Soldier stopped. Owens kneeled in front of the wheel well. The flat tire sat on top of the Millys’ hood.
Soldier waited for Owens’ to sit back, then stomped out into the open. “Private!”
Owens hopped like a startled cat. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” He scrambled to his feet and saluted. “Sir.”
“Cut that shit out, Owens. What’s our status?”
“Almost ready, sir.” He turned to grab the flat tire. Spy stood directly behind him, already holding it. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”
Spy inclined his head. “Indeed.”
A fine sheen of sweat covered Owens’ face. He accepted the flat tentatively and secured it to the back of the Millys. Spy slipped into the backseat and watched him.
Soldier hefted himself into the passenger seat. “Don’t have all day, private.”
“Yes, sir.” Owens scrambled around the Millys, hand on his helmet. “Sorry, sir.”
“Good.” Soldier thumped the jeep’s side when it started on the first turn. “Let’s go kill some Nazis.”
Unseen by either of them, Spy smiled.
asldfksdfk so perfect!
Thank you lawl ; v ;
HEY I HOPE ALL YOU GUYS IN RUSSIA ARE OK I HEARD A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE HURT :C
Heavy wouldn’t let tiny baby rock touch his date.
Omg that hat, I-I can’t ajslfk;asdf Also, this is some bootiful Spoovy right here!
o-omg did donc just say MORE SPOOVY
Spy’s face says it all
You really were converted, raaawr :P
jksfhksdf I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF I’M EASILY BOUGHT OVER BY HOT ART AND FICS
Oh lord I’m really sorry about that D’:
I’ll try to help you out though, draw some more spoovy for you teehee
The funniest thing I’ve seen all day. Lol I am starting to doubt that I will ever be able to live down drawing that picture. sob.
I’m so done.