#clutchfic

[clutchhedonist]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Ximena Talis Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Grad School AU, Friends to Lovers, To Enemies (Eventually), To Lovers (Again) (Eventually), Class Differences, Jayce is a Sweetheart (League of Legends), Sick Character, Hurt/Comfort, Oral Sex, bisexual awakening, Praise Kink, the horrors of academia, And they were OFFICE MATES, more tags to come Summary:

Putting two young, eager minds in the same TA office was always going to spell trouble for the Piltover University's Academy of Sciences.

When Jayce and Viktor meet, their paths are written out around them: two young men, destined to change the world.

(AKA: A Grad Student AU. More or less.)

[clutchhedonist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vander (League of Legends) Characters: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Dysfunctional Relationships, Whump, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Canon-Typical Violence, Stabbing, Drowning, Size Difference, Choking Summary:

“I knew you still had it in you.”

Silco’s mouth tastes of ash. His tongue, tacky and dry with the suffocating weight of it, threatens to stick to the roof of his mouth as his lips fall shut. He does his best to swallow past the whisper of bruising already blossoming in his throat where Vander’s broad hand has yet again left its mark.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: this is not what i woke up expecting this morning, this is a pornographic fever dream, Master/Pet, Puppy Play, Bottom Jayce (League of Legends), Top Viktor (League of Legends), Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Cunnilingus, Anal Sex Summary:

If it counted, there’d be more than this, right? There’d be- there’d be costumes or something. Or toys. The pillows, he decides as he presses deeper into the heap, absolutely don’t count. They’re practical. They serve a purpose. Keep everything soft. The blankets, too. And besides, they’re things that anyone could own. Would own. To lay on. Which, to be fair, is precisely what he’s doing with them.

Maybe not the top blanket. He doesn’t have much of an excuse for the top one. But it’s- but it’s a regular blanket, not specifically a cover.

That it serves to cut off the crate from the rest of the world is practical. or: in which clutch is somehow this now

[clutchhedonist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: this au has undone me utterly, do not send help i live here now, Puppy Play, Praise Kink, Power Bottom Viktor (League of Legends), Topping from the Bottom, Leashes, Anal Plug, Oral Sex, Kink Negotiation, Cock Warming Series: Part 3 of Lasting As The Ties of This Earth Summary:

Jayce is a good puppy.

He knows this.

He knows this because Viktor has told him so. Because Viktor has made him feel it singing through his blood, through every cell in his body. Because Viktor has taken him into his arms and murmured it to him, even as Jayce writhes and whimpers and struggles to take everything Viktor gives him.

Jayce is a good puppy.

He can follow Viktor’s commands. He can wait in his crate for as long as it takes for him to finish his work. He can press his face into Viktor’s palm, lathe his tongue up against his fingers, against the hollow of his throat, love him more than Jayce thinks he’s ever loved anyone.

It’s just difficult sometimes. i’m completely unhinged just leave me here

[clutchhedonist]

~Softly Through the Shadow of the Evening Sun~

"Michael leans back in its seat, lifting its chin a sliver of an inch, “The Archivist is taking you on a journey, is she?”

“What’s it to you?” Gerry counters, “You old friends?”

The outline of the figure opposite him snaps out of focus like a blurred television screen, “We are not friends.” It hisses.

Gerry raises both hands in contrition, “My mistake, then.”

“But you and I, bookburner.” It presses as its face drifts back into shape, “We could be.”"

[clutchhedonist]

~A Willing Foe and Sea-Room~

(Fitzier, 1.9k)

“Nnh.” Fitzjames whines around his thumb.

“None of that. Clearly, you can’t shut your own bloody mouth to save your life.” Francis huffs, “So I’ll shut it for you.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: michael is a brat, we all know this, and brats need taming, Dom/sub, Choking, inappropriate use of The Beholding, Synesthesia, mild body horror, Nosebleed, Trans Gerard Keay, Monsterfucker Gerard Keay, michael has a whole grab bag of genitals, Bioluminescence, you can't stop me from loving bioluminescent come don't even try it Summary:

The leather cuffs drop, still tightly fastened, into the tousled sheets. With pursed lips, Gerry watches Michael’s wrists blur back into place.

“Brat.” He grumbles.

Michael purrs like branches scraping a windowpane as Gerry runs a palm along the long curve of its neck, “It isn’t my fault.” It protests.

“Oh?” Gerry arches one dark brow.

“Circles, bookburner.” It retorts, tapping one of the abandoned cuffs with a sharp fingertip.

“What about them?”

Michael wrinkles its nose, “Fixed points at fixed distances.”

“Ah. They’re sensible, aren’t they?” Gerry hums, “Suppose you’d rather I ask you to divide by zero while I’m fucking you?”

“It couldn’t hurt.”

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~The Science of Living (2.3k)~

"There is a simplicity in the act of service, a quiet sense of purpose that allows for clear-headedness in an otherwise cluttered mind. Jopson knows it well, can measure out his heartbeat by the rhythm of his daily regimen. Shaving, tailoring, preparing meals. Tending to the needs of the Captain, often before the Captain himself becomes aware of them. 

It is this duty that finds him in the pantry, a damp dish towel in one hand and Captain Fitzjames’s chin in the other."