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Your fingers on my ribs and thumbs on my back. by thecursedapple
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
30 Aug 2023
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Sniper and Spy struggle to sleep. Heavy and Medic are too loud having their subpar sex. They decide to be louder, just to prove a point.
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12 Jun 2026
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Sniper gets fingered and moans like a girl
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10 Jun 2026
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“Wouldn't trust ya to not stab me dead when I am talking to ya.” Sniper tightened the grip on his wrist, the blade drawing more blood from his palm.
Spy grimaced slightly, as the other clearly forgot to brush his teeth this morning. Fitting for the rabid dog comparison. “My, who knew someone like you could be capable of making such an acute observation. I am truly impressed.” He didn't break eye contact as he wriggled his right arm a little, one of his concealed blades sliding out of the sleeve and into his palm.
“I'll only say this once now, snake. I am a professional, and I aim for ya bloody forehead. Makes death nice and easy. But if you want to act like a little sadist, then I'll aim for ya knees or guts and leave ya there to crawl to your doc every time I see ya. You got all that, cunt?”
“But of course, mon chéri."
NOTE: This work is a version of a F/F genderbent fic I started writing first. They're almost the same besides gender, so pick according to your preference.
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18 Mar 2026
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On late nights at the lab, Viktor offers his couch for Jayce to sleep on since his apartment is closer.
Jayce sleepwalks into Viktor's bedroom. Viktor decides to keep it a secret.
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14 Jan 2026
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No Potential Conflicts of Interest Were Disclosed by mdashes
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
11 Oct 2025
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Jayce stares blankly at Viktor's finger on the paper, the straight lines and neat handwriting beneath it. It's just dates and numbers. Nothing to corroborate what he thinks he just heard. "Sorry, can you say that again?"
"Twenty point seven seconds. I think—this seems promising, no?"
"No, I." Jayce says. "You—" He closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself, takes a breath. "Uh, Viktor? Whose semen did you feed into the Hexcore?"
Viktor spins in the stool, and Jayce can finally see, with a rush of homesickness, his golden eyes, the impatient set of his mouth. "What do you mean, whose semen? My semen. Who else would—what kind of unethical operation do you think I'm running here?"
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You know that thing where your sentient Rubik's Cube demands organic material Audrey II-style so you jerk off three times in a row in front of your lab partner? IDK, me neither.
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12 Jan 2026