#fic: sublimation

[wisteriagoesvroom]

i like the writing crew in the landoscar tag a lot. feels like i get to hang at a cosy cafe with lots of talented ppl and we’re all just waving at each other while we put orange paper dolls into increasingly deranged Scenarios

#landoscar #f1 rpf writers #genuinely tho ur all so talented #every other fic i open im like wtf… who allowed this… this is sublime #like summer camp except with insane people

[lesbianalanwake]

I'm using this as an opening nightmare loop for the Alice fic, so it's on the brain, but..... see, Alice is also bad at communication. using a vacation as pretext to trick her partner into therapy is kind of a wild thing to do. Alan isn't an asshole for having a normal upset reaction to that, and he regrets storming out as soon as he's outside. he doesn't stay mad, because he's a normal person who loves his wife. he's very eager to put the blame on himself and also on Hartman. (me 🤝 Alan: Alice has never done anything wrong. even when she's wrong.)

it's not about who's "at fault," it's the quiet tragedy of people having relatively normal people issues, and the fact that Alan is struggling but trying, and Alice means well but does something kinda dumb, and that gets preyed upon by extraordinary forces and also the world's worst therapist.

the fact that those very same issues are enabling them to slowly navigate the Dark Place in Game The 2nd is VERY good and delightful. I'm obsessed with the fact that Alice is kind of doing the same thing, only in an extreme paranatural context, and that it works. I LOVE that for them. we can't communicate outside of our art like normal people but we WILL use that to our advantage. <3

and if, for some reason, the giant cosmic jaws of the not-cabin had not snapped shut at that moment in Game The 1st, Alan would have turned around after a few minutes and gone back and apologized, and he would have felt bad enough about it that he would have agreed to see Hartman, and a similar rotten situation would have happened in a very different way because Hartman sucks just so bad. and I think about that a lot.

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #alice wake #mostly unrelated to the fic but i'm kinda obsessed with hartman too #in that. he didn't ''deserve'' his ultimate fate because no one deserves that. even his wretched self #but he did get exactly what he asked for #communion with the sublime. with the great unknown. it's just that the great unknown had no use for him #remedy posting #*posts

[tachimichishrine]

First of all I must say that... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE VALUABLE CONTENT OF TACHIHARA, I NEED MORE OF THIS BEAUTY, I LOVE EACH OF YOUR WRITINGS AND... It's still going around in my head how the virgin Tachihara would react receiving his first oral, I need to see this guy cry 👏.

<oh my godddd yall need to stop making me meltdown with these compliments so i can elaborate on virgin tachi getting his brains fucked out so good he forgets his own name>

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; drug + alcohol use implied ; slight voyeurism/ public sex ; degradation ; masturbation (m) ; oral (giving) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; pt 2 of ruining pre-hunting dogs tachi im making this a goddamn series and it's gonna have more episodes than one piece

the engine purred quietly when your grip on the wheel was loose and your toes dipped on the pedal. your windows were rolled down and the breeze was blowing through his ebony hair.

the scent of the damp night horizon mixed in quite nicely with the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down tachihara's leg. you were leaning back in the seat, a gentle laughter as you snuck glances at his expression.

"the night's still young," you murmured teasingly, thumb rubbing up on his inner thigh. "you sure you don't-"

"shut up." his voice was shaking a lot more than he cared to let on, the quiet sigh almost lost in the wind.

it was too easy. you could see the silhouette of the bulge in his pants from after you'd pulled him into an empty car and ruined him, and his face was doing a terrible job at concealing it. your eyes were trained on the street but every sense was honed in on his subtle squirming and the hitching of his breath.

"woah, someone's uptight. need some help letting loose?"

not a chance was given because your fingertips were getting way too close and he couldn't back his hips into the seat to shy away from your touch anymore. you swerved on the empty roads, running lights and accelerating brashly, partly because you wanted to instill in him the high pressure, blood-pumping adrenaline that your hazy mind was experiencing.

he let out a muffled whimper once you pushed down with the palm of your hand and rubbed along the length. you were high on the aftertaste of the blunt you'd been smoking and drunk on the control of having him come apart so easily when you increased the pressure and stole a husky groan from his chest. he was practically twitching in your grasp when you curled around him and handled him just a little harder.

"want me to pull over and take care of ya?" you asked, the words kind and considerate but the way you were almost jerking him off like you wanted him to break were anything but.

his ego wouldn't let him. "nah, I-I'm... mnnn I'm good."

you shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile. "if you say so."

the ride back was worse than he could've ever imagined. he figured you'd act like last time, when you wasted no time in sliding under layers of clothing and got straight to the point. maybe you were taking it easy before, and the fact that he was hard all over again just thinking about it was signal enough that you had the green light to do with him as you pleased yet you did nothing drastic.

he didn't know what to do with his hands. any action to shed a few garments resulted in you pulling off of him completely with a teasing 'tsk' like you weren't pleased he was trying to do something himself. it took begging - something he'd never thought he'd do - in the most lustful, pathetically needy pleads just to get you to go back to teasing him. the closest thing he got to relief was when you slid your hand up his shirt then down his pants to keep playing with him without ever making skin-to-skin contact.

tachihara let out a frustrated groan. "please, stop fuckin' with me, and just-"

"fuck you?" you completed the thought, giggling at yourself while he kept shifting himself on the seat to get you to be as close as possible. "you wait this long and suddenly you're so impatient, tachi. what ever happened to good things come to those who wait?"

his mind wanted to tell you to shut the hell up with your perky responses but it was busy being corroded by pulsating senses shooting up his body. he couldn't handle it anymore; you oscillated between a slower and a faster pace in order to give him the one he didn't want. if it wasn't for his need for you to do it for him, he would've pounded himself just for a temporary escape from the embarrassing situation of moaning in the stolen car in front of you. he tried to cover it up with more curses but every attempt was getting further and further away from fooling everyone.

it was a wonder how you hadn't gotten him to cum in his pants from the stimulation alone by the time you'd arrived back at the apartment. who knows whose it was, all you cared about was that your gang of misfits crashed there every night and right now the windows were flashing bright colours and you could basically hear the music from down where you were.

"so that's what those dickheads have been doin'," you remark as if nothing had been happening, climbing out of the vehicle you'd parked and taking a look upwards. "that's too bad, I'm sure you would've preferred privacy."

"I would've preferred...?"

his half-formulated question received a half-formulated answer when you pulled him by the wrist onto the side of the building, an alleyway that was dirty and grimy and dark and perfect for what you were about to do.

"mmnf~" he had a hard time resisting, let alone taking charge when you had his slammed against yet another hard surface with your hands all over him and your lips grinding up on him almost as roughly as your hips. if he wasn't already stimulated, bringing up your thigh to the side of his hip in order to hump yourself on him was the final straw.

"shit, don't make me ask again," tachihara tried to say forcefully but one roll of your clothed cunt got him nearly apologizing and begging you to be nice. there was no way you were going to let him brat tonight.

"better," you considered, your hand going back down to where it had previously ventured, but this time sliding under both pants and underwear in one fell swoop. there wasn't enough space, his pants taking the brunt of the aggression when you yanked your wrist back and the button popped off. he barely had time to register that you'd done away with his belt again when you were jerking him off so expertly he felt his body go weak and whole world blur.

maybe he was inexperienced, but maybe you were just too good: your command for him to spit in your hand brought another layer of red over his features, but goddamn was it worth it when you were lubing him up with his own saliva while pulling and pushing with talented fingers. you toyed with the end, which you could guess would be flushed a pretty pink if his cock wasn't veiled by the night. you drew circles around the pre-cum that was already pearling out the tip then smeared it all over the sensitive flesh. you paused the stroking for a moment to center it in your palm and rotate it softly and slowly, and for a second through his clenched eyelids he could've sworn he was being handled by a deity.

you didn't bother kissing him anymore, as the distance allowed you to look at him with his features illuminated by glowing neon and low yellow. your free hand pinched his face, his chin resting in the junction between index and thumb while you squeezed tightly and brought him at an angle to look at you.

"open 'em," you commanded, and he did after a bit of hesitation, or was it shame? the answer wasn't clear until you noticed water pooling over his lashes and struggling whimpers. "aww, am I takin' it too hard on ya?"

a rhetorical question; you slammed your hand back into his hips and his cock was having a difficult time not unraveling with every hard, borderline violent thrust. you checked in every once in a while, 'too much?', 'does this still feel good?', 'you want more, baby?' but every sultry sentence was just a ruse. the only confirmation you needed was the spasming of his muscles as he came all over your hand.

he was so glad the high had passed and the buildup was over, even though every second felt so fucking good it was also humiliating to hear the echo of his own moan in an alleyway right outside your apartment complex in the dead of the night.

except that you didn't stop.

you knew just how sensitive he would be after his orgasm washed over him, yet you were mercilessly watching the tears stream down his perfect little face while you fucked him roughly in the aftermath. it was only through whining and begging to slow down that you kissed him again to get him to shut up. his lips tasted so good, salty from the tears and you opened your mouth against his gasps to let your tongue dance along the back of his teeth and roll over on the roof of his mouth.

too much, it was too much: your hand pounding him harshly with fingertips groping at his balls to balance the pain with pleasure, your teeth wrapped around his bottom lip while sucking it into you, not to mention your free hand grabbing at and massaging his ass. he didn't know what to feel except aroused as the blood rushed back down into his cock and he was about to do it all over again.

"hard again so soon?" you quipped. he didn't have the ability to respond since your hand had resized its grip again and he was losing his mind for a third time tonight. "you really are a fuckin' whore. fucked you in my cunt, fucked you on my hand... all that's left now..."

and you dropped to your knees.

he couldn't even look at you, his throat dry and rasping while he recovered from the sudden lack of touch for the instant where you positioned yourself with your face on his hips and somehow managed to tease him worse than before.

tachihara preferred it like this. at least this way you didn't have a direct view of his tears and sobs while you fluctuated once more from dreadful overstimulation to languid motions. it was still cold out, but his body felt so warm from everything pumping in his veins, particularly his cock once you'd had your fun edging him with your tongue and slowly shifted towards sucking him off.

"nng... fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, voice breaking with every word. "d-don't... don't fuckin' st-ahhh~"

you had no intention of stopping until his knees were weak and he couldn't manage a single word. your tongue rolled over every part of him that got his body twitching and the strong muscle sucked down so hard he thought you'd just slurp his cum straight out of him like a goddamn sippy cup. his hands gripped onto the back of your skull to hold you, but he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to pull you off or push you on.

it didn't take long for him to snap once more and shoot hot liquid down your throat and face. he couldn't see you spitting it all out on the dirty pavement because the pleasure was just too much and he was trembling from all the sensations, porcelain cheeks adorned with streaks of his lust broken apart by your own. you dusted off the dirt from your knees and shot him a devilish smirk before kissing him, making him taste himself.

"shhh, it's ok," you murmured into his lips, hand caressing his face softly while you rubbed the tears with your thumb. "you did so good for me, baby. I wanted you to have a real taste of what I can do, so why don't we head in and you don't worry your pretty little head about this, yeah?"

his panting was loud, but he managed to cool down enough to sound coherent. "mmmn, yeah... yeah, let's do... that..."

"don't tell me you want more, you little slut." it was reflexive, at this point, to react this way when he was acting cute and oh so corruptible. your hand was loosely wrapped around his neck with the other trailed down his abdomen, all the while your entire body was trapping him against the brick wall again.

"'cause there are a whole lot of other ways I can fuck you, baby."

#ANON ANYTHING W TACHIHARA IN IT IS SUBLIME I WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH ALL THAT I CAN TIS MY DUTY🫡 #the best people love tachi and the best of the best want to see him covered in tears i don't make the rules we're just superior #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara smut #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tachihara x reader smut #down bad tm #tachi fics #im unwell for them

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #21

Tony left a recording for Peter, too. In the recording, he refers to Peter as "Kid" the whole time, not "Peter," so it was never impacted by Strange's spell. Somehow, post-NWH, completely anonymous and alone, Peter gets to hear it.

Bonus:

Before Peter gets to hear it, Pepper does instead.

She gets to hear her husband say things like, "Kid, I'm sorry I didn't say it more when you were alive, but I love you. You were my first kid, the closest thing I have to a son," and, "I know what I'm risking with this mission, but if it works, it means I'll get you back" -- about someone she doesn't know.

Yet.

#bonus part 2 if you make it so tony was like in a coma or something and we get a reunion you win my undying love #the angst is good but the comfort? sublime #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #irondad #iron dad #spider son #spiderson #ironfam #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #morgan stark #no way home fix it #iron man #spider man #spider man no way home #spider man nwh #spiderman no way home #irondad fic ideas #irondad fic idea #fic ideas #fic idea

[notquiteaghost]

what the fuck kind of superpower does etho have that he's not only better at the games his friends made than the friends who made the games but he's specifically better at things entirely out of his actual control. like he got all those dungeon keys in decked out & now he has three treasure chests in vault hunters???

#yelling at clouds #mcyt #hermitcraft #etho #like there's a fun fic concept here abt like. sublimating ur feelings for a guy into ur game so then the game loves him. #especially good considering iskall keeps telling etho he hates him #but also. for real. how. how does he do this

[erisenyo]

Some Jeeko for Day 5 of @dilf-cember anyone? Featuring inappropriate uses of "Sir" and "Lieutenant", getting into it in the communal showers, not at all recognizing your own motivations, and trying to establish dominance by making the other person come first.

[“No, you’re going to tell me all on your own,” Zuko snaps, shoving Jee again, this time with enough force to rock him back a step. “What am I.” “Sir,” Jee grits out as he steps back into his at-rest position in the water, his skin prickling from the spray and bending lashing against him and the barely-contained aggression in the air. “It’s easy to act like a big man when the other person can’t hit you back.” “Do it then,” Zuko immediately demands with another shove. “Hit me. I didn’t ask you to hold back.” “So you can get me court-martialed?” Jee snaps, fire twisting hot in answer. Like he hasn’t played that fucking game before. He isn’t going to fall for it twice. “I’m not an idiot. Sir.” Zuko clearly catches the implication right away this time, flushing all the way up his stupid bald head again before leaning in and hissing right into Jee’s face, “So I don’t have to hear you squalling like a fishmonger’s wi—” Jee takes a swing before the words finish leaving the brat’s mouth.] OR, Lieutenant Jee has had it up to here with tiptoeing around Prince Zuko’s stupid, obnoxious, stubborn, childish refusal to listen. Zuko has had it up to here with being called a child.

#Jee just really wants to punch Zuko in the fact and that's all guys #He definitely isn't sublimating anything into that #fic writing #my writing #Jeeko #Jee #Zuko #atla fic

[thethirdstageofdeath]

Dropping another Whump Wars submission amidst the Hannibal reunion freakout (which I am very much a part of)

#my art #drawing inspiration from my fic My Sublime Creator #hannibal #will graham #hannigram #Whump Wars #Will Graham Whump #FADserver

[petit-naldo]

"Have I done something wrong?" Carlos asked frankly. "You're acting strange."

link to the chapter here

#as you can guess #by this sublime banner made with Word #they go clubbbbing #and chaos ensues #charlos #fanfiction #F1 rpf #ao3 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #ferrari boys #chapter 8 #long fic

[phantomphaeton]

Fencing Lessons

In which Charlotte is a laid back Queen playing Cyrano to her favorite nephew and the Diamond of 1814.

#Bridgerton fic #bridgerton #Edwina Sharma #Prince Friedrich #it's a series with tons of content #Kate Sharma #Anthony Bridgerton #Kanthony #they're here too #read it #it's sublime!!!

[jennycalendar]

sometimes i am reading calendiles fic that is technically proficient and functionally adorable but jenny never does anything actually fucked up. my soul needs fics where that woman does the emotional equivalent of repeatedly driving her car into brick walls just because she doesn’t want to handle how cute her boyfriend is.

#miscellany #this of course does not apply to fics where jenny just happens to be having a nice time but Sublimated Latent Anxiety is repeatedly implied #those fics are my best goddamn friend. they get it

[sinni-ok-sessi]

last reblog worked: somehow found a terror fic that I hadn't read previously and which didn't trip any of my approx three million petty dislikes

I am of course now a hollowed-out shell of my former self, but that's the price of good fic

#I'm not kidding about the three million dislikes #unfortunately a show with Actual History as a backdrop has awakened all my most unbearably pedantic instincts #and I no longer have a academic career to sublimate them with #*sublimate them into? fucking prepositions man how do they work #anyway #so here we are. opening and closing a dozen fics in a row because a character said something Not Quite Right

[1shimaru]

there's this fanfic series I keep falling into lately and it's soo good, the writing and the characters are soo good

and see, the way I search for fanfic to read is like filter:(trope tag I like) > filter: (fandom/pairing I feel like at the time)

which means this author just keeps on hitting all the tags I want to see!!

so every couple of days I'll be like "haven't read a fic in a while, might as well get into it 🥰" and then they'll be right there!! with multiple tags that pique my interest!! and I never remember the author so I'll be reading it like "hm, this feels familiar??" and then I'll scroll to the bottom and it'll be like "work 5 of series X" 🤯🤯 oh author, you've gotten me again, and it's so awesome!!

#talking #like yes Author.. they WOULD fucking say that #unrelated but for a different fic I saw in the summary that they had a TRAILER MADE????? #have you EVER seen a fanfic that had its own trailer?????? what .. u mean like a movie?? #the effort.... incredible. #(ken voice) SUBLIME

[sysig]

Tainted batch (Patreon)

#Doodles #Just Desserts #Villainsona #Fine nevermind >:( #It's so weird to be posting vent-adjacent stuff while I'm doing so well currently haha #I started this months ago and have significantly improved my mood since then pfft ♪ I'd hope! #There wasn't anything specific at the time anyway just a thought circling around that I figured Charm would be more affected by #Considering most things for her are heightened in comparison haha <3 She'll get therapy someday #She also deals a lot in sublimation through art! And sometimes that means literally taking the materials and using them elsewhere #Honestly it's pretty cool that she can reconstitute her art :0 Drawing is a little different haha #I hadn't realized it'd been as long as it's been since I last drew Cirrus :0 #Oh yeah Cherry Shortcake actually has a first name now lol #A few residents do! If you remember my mention of Aria from a while back - Marshmallow Fluff - I think those are the current three? #Still haven't really pinned down a naming convention haha...I've been thinking about three-letter last names for what feels like forever now #She was also an early contender for Digitally Rendered Resident huh... I could at least stand to name the others that have gotten that lol #So many things I wanna do with her - really want to finish her Biased Narrator fic sometime just dunno how to end it hrmngh #Anyway lol she gets a one-panel cameo and takes over the post pft no! Charm time! #Evil Time Charm time - kicked up her pulse as soon as she remembered #She kinda sorta remembers what happened but more than that remembers the Emotions - feeling Laughed At #And clearly it's [this specific thing]'s fault that she feels foolish! Avoid [this specific thing] and never feel foolish again Guaranteed!* #*Not actually even remotely close to a guarantee lol instead she's just avoiding something that at one point made her feel good #So easy to turn a positive memory into a negative one with just a change of framing huh? #I can't think of anyone in her life who would exploit that fun little feature in her outlook not even one!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Tel me more about ‘sublimation’ !

:))

That which is sublimed; the product of a purifying process…. per definition. 😈

I… wondered what else Louis didn’t tell about from his turning.

You, know, because after… we get this broken off nail - or was it cut on purpose?! Bitten off?!!! 😈

Pure smut one. 😎

I should really finish it 😅🤪

#iwtv fic #my fic #writing #sublimation #asks #ask nalyra #saintstars #loustat

[writinglittlebeasts]

i guess i can't Actually be upset by comments on my fics but it Is a little disappointing when i see a little message in my inbox and then the comment just says 'yay an update!' like, but what did you THINK about the update?? is my plot INTERESTING? did my characters SHINE? what am i chopped liver

#or #fic stuff #meanwhile im writing comments like i love the reference you just made to chapter 6 and your visual metaphor is sublime #excited to see how that fear of camellias comes up in later chapters i hope it has something to do with his daddy issues #once u realize that you love getting comments with some Meat some Heft to em you cant write them any other way

[reitziluz]

fucking love writing dimple in action. a blast to go ham describing the physicality of a spirit.

also found out that yeah i haven't been able to focus enough to write lately because i somehow forgot that yeah, i have never been able to write without listening to music. need that bit of stimulus to not get distracted.

#yea fic talk #writing about textures and shifts in spirits has me looking up chemistry terms #sublimation and whatnot