#make his brain hurt. v_v

[chiwhorei]

haii can i request a drabble of daddy miguel taking his daughter’s virginity hehe ><

(p.s hes so hawtt i want him 2 make me his v_v )

❝ ɴᴏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ (ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ) ❞

╰┈➤ Tags: 18+ only, NSFW,drabble, incest, DDLG, virginity, sloppy oral, overstim, size difference, daddy!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Notes: If you don’t like it don’t read it, use that thumb stuck in your ass to scroll past. Debauchery under the cut. ૮ ꒰ྀི . .   ꒱ྀིა

You’re father is a patient man. He’s always preferred to do something right the first time, no matter how long it takes.

“You don’t get a second try on the important things.” Daddy reminds you with an arch in his brow. And there’s nothing more important than this.

It was you who brought it up to him. Between breathless kisses that have you rubbing the cotton of your panties against daddy’s lap, you tell him what’s been on your mind.

“Daddy I- I need y-your…” your brain feels gooey, unable to connect your words at the ends. Daddy knows what you’re asking for without full sentences. His lips find your bottom one, pulling you apart a little to speak inside.

“You wanna to be daddy’s big girl, don’t you?”

You nod furiously. Daddy sneers, teeth baring when he smiles. Miguel could rip you to pieces, split you in half without breaking a sweat, but daddies have to be patient. He’s honed the skill plenty over the years.

You’ve been splayed out against your bedspread for what feels like a decade, legs almost at your ears and pussy on full display. Daddy started with two fingers that are all too familiar, leaning down for a wet kiss to your clit every time you wince and whine. Your cunt is tight around just the fist knuckle, it’s going to take forever to work you open. Daddy’s got all the time in the world.

You start to worry when two fingers become three and you swear you can feel them in your throat. Daddy notices the worry knitted into your brow and rubs soothing circles against your thigh with his free hand.

“Don’t worry, Princess. Daddy’s got you.” Miguel replaces fingers with his tongue, digging almost as deep. He explores your pretty pussy like he’s done countless times before, his lips make loud, wet noises.

Daddy eats like he’s never been taught table manners. Mouth open and unrelenting.

“You need to cum at least once before Daddy can fuck you. Need ya nice and relaxed so it doesn’t hurt as much.” There’s only one first time, and your daddy is prepared to ignore the ache in his cock for as long as it takes to get your pussy ready.

It’s almost sunrise by the time Daddy pulls off his boxers, you watch his cock slap against his abdomen through bleary, overstimulated tears. You were probably plenty relaxed after the second orgasm he ripped from your body, definitely by the third, but he couldn’t help himself.

Daddy pumps his cock with a tight fist, pressing his shaft against your abdomen- his tip almost touches your belly button. You swallow thickly.

“You’re daddy’s big girl, right princess?”

He takes a beat to admire the dumb, dizzied way you nod at him. He could keep you under him like this forever, watching you try pitifully to push your hips down to meet his fat tip.

You don’t seem to have inherited your Dad’s patience.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭

❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2023©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

[princessniitza]

roses are red / violets are blue

from which of these fanfiction tropes / would you choose?

au or canonverse? / and they were roommates or friends to lovers? / angst or hurt/comfort? / fluff or smut? / rivals to lovers or fake dating au? / there was only one bed or huddling for warmth / fix-it or whump? / slow burn vs pwp

—xoxo your RCSS 🥸💝

RCSS! :') So glad to hear from you! I was getting worried, or wondering if Tumblr hadn't started eating your asks, as it is wont to.

Re: the fanfiction tropes, let's answer with Rebelcaptain in mind, which seems to be ze moste relevante here:

au or canonverse? - can i cheat and say canonverse!au? like, I really enjoy my Rebelcaptain in a Star Wars setting, but canon divergence ('everybody lives/nobody died' or 'alternate first meeting') is kinda required for anything to really work, isn't it? ^^"

'and they were roommates' or 'friends to lovers'? - uh, tough one... I guess I'll go with friends to lovers for Rebelcaptain, because in a canon!au the other would make no sense? (UNLESS - you go with an au where Jyn joined the Alliance when she was dumped by Saw and she rose through the ranks & at one point something something the Rebellion is short on space and has to make even its officers share rooms and Jyn gets assigned one of the spooks from Intel and she thinks that won't be fun, sharing a room with a stranger, but then she just never sees him, she swears the guy is a ghost, and somehow that's even worse & something she can't abide, so now clearly she has to catch him)

angst or hurt/comfort? - hurt/comfort, I am a soft-hearted bean who can't take too much of a beating ;-;

fluff or smut? - can it be both? I'm usually a true enjoyer of fluff but it appears I like me some good Rebelcaptain smut. That's just how they are I guess ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

rivals to lovers or fake dating au? - another tough one, mostly because those two aren't tropes I'm very fond of? Although they do work well for Rebelcaptain, since Rogue One itself is an antagonistic allies to lovers speed-run and we all know how many undercover-as-married!au fics there is out there. I guess I'll go with the first one.

'there was only one bed' or 'huddling for warmth'? - Huddling for warmth against the ice of Hoth all the wayyyyy. Let them be cuddly and toasty pliz ;-;

fix-it or whump? - Fix-it, unsurprisingly, my heart really can't take real whump and then my brain joins in, tsk-ing and going all 'this is way too gratuitous' very fast v_v

slow burn vs pwp? - I'll take slow burn for this one just for the pining! the yearning! the tentative touches! the growing comfortable with each other! the shared looks! the realizing/knowing they want each other but being unable to do anything about it because there is a mission to finish and another mission to get to and they're surrounded by hostiles and there's no room for privacy on this ship and also Kay is right there being his obnoxious self! and then at the end the rewaaard when they finally get some privacy! This is the good stuff.

[lichsent]

@breselin​  ∕  plotted.

How long has it been, he wanted to wonder though was incapable of finding the words. 

There’s been a time where he thought of it (the idea of freedom, though it’s so far and nearly seems impossible. it’s unwavering in how it lords over his form, staring down at him from the hole in the sky-- what in the princes’ name did he do to deserve this?) as a simple pipe dream; eventually... eventually, he’d be out. It would be as if nothing had ever happened, and Mannimarco would be free. He’s living the life many in Tamriel wished they could but were so unfortunate to be deemed as incapable to do so.

He’s given up on thrashing-- on writhing-- on struggling. It’s fruitless, he’s come to realize after a mere month’s time has passed; he’s seen a few faces, but none that were responsible enough to actually look back at him. There’s not a single voice he’s heard (he’s learned to tune the screaming out, phasing it out of his every day life-- it’s... not at all acceptable, but he’s tricked himself into believing it all the same.) that yanks him out of reality and back into fantasy-- he remembers a nord (looking down upon him with a face that speaks of empathy, of sympathy... it infuriates him, but he thinks he can use it to his advantage.) and then a redguard (staring down at him with a vague smirk. tells the nord to step back and to hurry up. leave him for dead.) before they both pull away.

He doesn’t see shadows but hears the footsteps of several other adventurers. He doesn’t try to beg nor does he try to plead for his life; he’s already tried and has been met with the same results as before. It’s worthless, truly, it was.

“...”

The room flickers, and the screams stop without warning (but mannimarco believes it’s always been like that. months and months of hollow screaming-- it’s a semblance of controlled chaos that he wanted no part of but seemed to be a crucial part of all the same.) but it does not encourage him to turn his head. He’s kept it laying on his cheek, staring at one of many cells with a body that decayed yet seemed to jump to life every random amount of days.

Was Mannimarco expected to keep count-- keep track of those that no longer had reason to exist? He supposed he should envy them. They’ve done what he could not.

His eyes twitched, snapping towards the ceiling (footsteps... footsteps, maybe? he can’t quite make them out, but what’s the point? it’s a trick of the mind-- of his or of molag bal’s, he can’t quite determine but thinks it unimportant.) at clicking of heels against solid ground. He pulled in an inhale, swallowed back a grimace at the disuse of own lungs, and huffed it out in a shattered, shuddering breath.

“Again with these games, I see--”

His voice comes out as a croaky and hoarse mess, but his pride doesn’t swell nor deflate at the idea. A tongue quietly swept itself over his lips, wetting them with a halfhearted sort of effort that spoke little of a zest for life but, rather, acceptance. His right leg gave a small thrash, rolling at its thigh only to stop once the sharp sounds of chains and iron clinking and snapping approaching his ears.

How cruel, was it, that he had to be the sole witness to such torture, he wondered?

“--... you will be disappointed, again, to know that I have no desire to speak.”

[chordata-on-alterhumanity]

Update

So, hi, I want to write an update. In my last Update post I talked about how I’m no longer alterhuman. This is mostly still accurate, except that I’ve fallen back into ‘linking - some of it out of conscious decisions, some of it (MOST OF IT. I haven’t been well.) for coping. So I guess I’m alterhuman again. I don’t want to label myself tho… … Uhh. This isn’t what I want to talk about.

Instead, I want to talk about what it’s been like as an integrated system. I’m not bothering with vaguely describing things; you’re getting personal details. Maybe it’s interesting to someone? Maybe not!

First, backstory of becoming and being a system.

It’s been over half a year since I integrated. It was a casual change that happened sometime early last August. Before that, we were three people: Darius, Anton, Valery. I’m pretty sure I know everyone’s origins. Darius was basically the person who we were before becoming a system. Anton showed up because… well I had this DnD character idea, but the DM didn’t let me play it, but the idea was SO good and rang so close to my heart, I guess my brain couldn’t live without incorporating it into my being. Also I was lonely v_v … Wording that a little better: I think I accidentally made a character that encompassed a lot of traits that I was lacking, and subconsciously wanted to keep close to myself. I couldn’t shake the thought of him and he became his own person (I became my own person, funny :^) ). Valery showed up shortly before I got my period for the first time in a year, and for the first REGULAR time in 4 years (I’d lost it between 2014 and 2015 due to anorexia). The mind-altering effect a properly working hormone cycle has on you shouldn’t be underestimated. Going forward, Valery wasn’t solely present during that time of the menstrual cycle, but I think my mind handled my altered sense of self that I experienced with that first period by categorizing it as new person, and then kept building his personhood from that. There’s bound to be more influencing factors, but this is all I got. So, at the beginning, Anton was a very new, separate thing, and Valery was an innately bodily thing. Darius was the personality that developed from life before Anton showed up. He was the host at the start, but not for long. Once Anton eased into fronting, we switched in regular intervals.

We never got diagnosed with DID or OSDD, but we didn’t see a therapist, and I also don’t think the diagnoses would have been warranted. The plurality didn’t cause us or our environment harm.

Irrelevant to my point, but to illustrate a timeline: Anton existed for 2,5 years before integration, Valery for 1,5. 2,5 years isn’t a very long plural experience, when I write it down like this, hmm… Again, irrelevant.

Next, integration and what’s been up since.

Before I get into it, more of a side-note. We tried integrating by force once because we’d grown frustrated with sharing a body as multiple people, and that hurt us, so we stopped trying. Thinking back of that makes me sad because we tried out of self-hate and it didn’t help at all. It was a very unrelated event to what came later.

Integration happened casually. We had a lot on our minds back then pertaining alterhumanity. We/I wanted to leave things that had nothing to do with plurality behind. We realized the value we put on identity aspects that had nothing to do with our day to day life (otherkinity) was harming us. So we distanced ourselves from that, and did a lot of work on being grounded in the moment, and appreciating present reality more. We stopped paying mind to who’s fronting when, and whose thoughts belong to whom, and with that we kinda just stopped being separate.

Integrating wasn’t a conscious choice. It was a side effect of unrelated (not intentionally related?) life changes. Since then, there’s been a few times where we almost ‘split’ again. It’s usually times where I’m reminded that I used to be a system. I start thinking about what it was like to be one, and it’s almost like I can feel my brain remembering old patterns that I could engage with again. I know what thoughts would be whose. I choose to ignore that, and accept all as my own. I prefer it that way, because categorizing and separating takes up time and effort, and Im lazzy. Okay no, silliness aside, being a single person gives me more ease of mind than separation. And that is my personal condition; it doesn’t mean that other systems would feel better integrated.

And life’s been great that way. I know in my first paragraph I said I haven’t been doing well (“MOST OF IT. I haven’t been well.”), and that’s truuuee, but also very unrelated to my lack of multiplicity. It’s possible that I would cope more with uni and family stress as a system. We were better at separating ourselves from reality as one, because we had a bigger focus inward that outward - that way not consciously noticing stressors as much.

As I alluded to, I don’t do much introspection anymore. Not on this stuff. So it’s really funny when I do notice things that call back to having been plural.

Anton’s favourite colour was yellow. After integrating I used to call pink my favourite - which was a fav we universally agreed on, even if we had slight separate preferences. It’s yellow now. Favourite flower? Also became Anton’s. There’s some other, more vague ways that his(/my) traits have carried over. Traits carried over from the other two are all vague, so I sadly have no examples to name there. Too abstract and less noticeable. Again, this is probably because Anton carried so many traits that used to be separate from my instinctual self. Oh! I want to point out, none of the examples I named (colour, flower) were things I came up with when creating him (ME?) as an OC. They developed as he lived through reality.

I’m not sure what conclusions I want to draw and give you from this. That it’s funny to notice how I’ve changed? That I’m glad for my personal journey? Yes. I’ve been lucky to have a very positive experience with plurality. It wasn’t a necessary coping mechanism for me, it just happened. And I had good friends who accepted and supported me. There were times, of course, where I got into discourse, and ran across people who looked down on systems like us (endogenic system hate), but that didn’t make us feel bad about ourselves. We felt at ease as a system and at ease as a single person. More at ease than I did before experiencing plurality. Does that make sense? <u< I think my take-away is, that it’s good to accept change. Accept plurality, and accept integration, and any other changed to your personhood(s) that come naturally and cause no harm to yourself or others. Forcing change hurts, and denying change hurts too.