#pep intox

[princesspep]

still need someone to pin me down and force their hand down my pants whispering in my ear how they’ve wanted this for so long

[princesspep]

this sideblog for @dr**********ee contains dark themes, including: age gap, cnc, soft ageplay, forced intox, fauxcest, and more.

this is PURELY kink related. i do not condone anything ill3gal. please be respectful.

if you do not like these themes&kinks, please kindly exit.

hard limits: ANAL, rough cnc, scat, piss, vomit, animals, race play, intense&constant pain, pregnancy, gore, age regression, baby talk (daddi, cummies, etc)

nicknames i like: kiddo, princess, baby, sweetheart, kid, etc:3

anons: 🎤, 🦇, ⛷️⛷️, 🏴

i’m trying to explore these kinks, so please be respectful:) i am not yours. my limits could change at any time

me: 5’3, queer, 108lbs, blonde hair blue eyes, 🇺🇸🇱🇹

[princesspep]

“Mmm wait for what, Princess? Use your words.”

My voice is barely above a whisper, my own need bleeding into my tone. My fingers only move faster, deeper, my own hips rocking against yours from beneath.

“Are you going to cum on your own Dad’s fingers? Are you that high, that desperate?”

My voice teeters on the razor’s edge between teasing and pleading, I need to hear you say it almost as badly as you need to feel it. My other hand slowly glides up your side from your hip. Under your shirt, past your chest, curling around your throat. The fabric catches on my arm, lifting higher until even more of you is exposed to me. My grip tightens slowly, gently, I wouldn’t dare risk hurting my precious, pretty baby. Just enough force to make it all the more difficult to answer me

“I can’t hear you”

Fingers slow, taunting you, drawing out every moment, making sure you can’t cum until you’ve asked to properly

“Did you want me to stop? Is that what you meant?”

You can hear the grin on my lips, even through the growing haze dulling your senses. Torturous, hungry, like a predator playing with their meal. Delighting in every squirm, every gasp, every whimper you make for me.

My other hand slips from your neck, a single finger tracing down to the collarbone. Delicately, agonizingly, I trace all the way down your body in a straight line. Blinding volts of electricity, crystalline in clarity against the haze, ignite across your extremities, the last sensations you can clearly recall before slipping into unconsciousness in my lap, in my arms

- 🏴

oh my goddddd yes please

[princesspep]

"Mmmm now look at you, Kiddo? Did you get too high again?"

I look at you as you lie on the couch, the hem of my button down riding up your thighs. You left the top few buttons unbuttoned, exposing your chest and the swell of your breasts. You stole them from my laundry hamper often, claiming they were comfortable and smelled like me. Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, and you are staring at me with a hunger that makes the air in the room feel heavy. You reach out with one hand, your fingers grazing my wrist, and make a small, needy sound in the back of your throat.

"I missed you," you murmur, your voice thick and slow.

You arch your back, the white fabric of the shirt sliding across your skin. You look small and fragile, yet there is a desperate energy radiating off you that I can feel in my own chest. I drop my briefcase on the floor with a dull thud and lean over you, my hand cupping your cheek. You lean into my touch, closing your eyes and sighing. I can see the way your chest heaves, the way your breath hitches when I brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead.

"You've been very naughty, haven't you?" I ask, my voice dropping an octave. "Tell me what you want, Kiddo. Tell me exactly what you need."

I can feel the heat coming off you in waves. You nod slowly, your lips parting, as you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me down, your voice a soft plea against my skin.

"I want you, Daddy," you moan, your grip tightening. "I want you to take care of me." The need in your voice is palpable, a raw craving that mirrors the protective instinct surging through me.

I lift you from the cushions, your legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. You are light and warm, your skin smelling of vanilla and something sweet. I carry you toward the bedroom, mindful of the way you tremble against me. Every touch is deliberate, every movement designed to soothe the restlessness in your limbs. You bury your face in the crook of my neck, humming with contentment as I press a kiss to your temple.

"Good girl," I murmur, feeling your heart race against mine. "Daddy has you."

Once we hit the mattress, I lower you slowly, the white cotton of my shirt billowing around you. I take my time, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt to reveal your flushed skin beneath. You arch your back, your eyes searching mine for approval, and I give you a slow, rewarding smile. You watch with eager eyes as I begin slowly unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my pants. The slightest moan escapes your lips as I expose my full body to you. The sound comes from deep in your throat, a needy, pleading sound.

"You look so beautiful like this, Kiddo," I whisper, my hand sliding down to cup the curve of your hip.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers digging into the sheets as you wait for me to move. I shift my weight, hovering over you and feeling the heat radiating from your core. I start with slow, grounding kisses, tasting the salt on your skin and the sweetness of your lips. You make a small, needy sound, your hips tilting upward in a silent plea. I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating between us.

"Patience, Kiddo. We are going to go exactly at my pace." I slide my hand beneath you, lifting you just enough to align us, and as I push inside, you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut.

The friction is slow and steady, a rhythmic dance that anchors you back to the room. I focus on the way your breath hitches with every movement, the way your voice breaks when you call my name.

"That's it, just breathe for me," I praise, my voice a low rumble in the quiet of the room.

I lean down to kiss the hollow of your throat, my movements becoming a gentle, steady pressure that draws a long, shuddering moan from your lips. You cling to me, your entire world narrowing down to the feeling of my skin against yours.

"Daddy, please," you whimper, your eyes opening to reveal a haze of longing.

You arch your back, seeking more of the friction, your nails scratching lightly at the muscles of my shoulders. I slow my pace, intentionally teasing you, letting the tension build until you are trembling beneath me.

"You are doing so well for me, Kiddo. Such a good, needy girl," I whisper.

My hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you steady as I sink deeper. The praise seems to hit you harder than the physical sensation, your expression softening into one of complete surrender, your eyes closing to feel every single sensation. I pick up the pace slightly, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the space between us. I watch the way your chest heaves, the flush of your skin deepening as the peak approaches. Every gasp you let out is a victory, a testament to how much you trust me to lead you through this.

"Look at me," I command softly.

You open your eyes, the pupils still blown wide, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my own heart hammer against my ribs. I push inside one last time, slow and deep, feeling the sudden tighten of your muscles around me. You cry out, a soft, broken sound that vibrates through my chest as the waves of pleasure finally crash over you. I hold you tight, my arms wrapping around you to shield you from the world outside this room. I continue to move gently, coaxing the remaining tremors out of your limbs with slow, grounding strokes.

"I've got you, Kiddo," I murmur.

I press a lingering kiss to your forehead as we stay intertwined, still fully inside you. You sink back into the pillows, your breathing slowly evening out, the desperate hunger replaced by a heavy, contented warmth that radiates through both of us. I shift my weight, rolling slightly to the side so I can pull you against my chest, though I keep you close enough to feel the soft rise and fall of your breasts. You let out a long, shaky sigh, your head resting in the crook of my arm as you blink up at me, the haze of the high finally beginning to recede.

"I love you, Daddy," you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

I squeeze your shoulder, feeling the way you melt into me. "I love you too, Kiddo. But we really need to talk about you raiding my laundry and getting yourself into this state before I get home." My tone is light, devoid of any real anger, because seeing you this vulnerable, this completely devoted to me, is a reward in itself. You giggle, a small, sleepy sound, and nuzzle your face deeper into my skin.

"But your shirts smell like you," you murmur, your fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "They make me feel like you are already here."

I smile, leaning down to nip at your earlobe, causing you to shiver. I can feel the lingering tension in your muscles, the way you still cling to me as if you are afraid I might vanish if you let go. I know the cycle well, the way the world feels too loud and chaotic for you until I step back through the front door and reclaim the space around you. I start to withdraw slowly, the feeling of your skin sliding against mine leaving a tingling trail of heat. You make a small sound of protest, your legs tightening around me for one last moment before you finally let out a breath and relax.

"Stay right here," I command softly, pressing a final kiss to your nose. "I am going to get us some water and some actual clothes, and then you are going to tell me exactly how your day went." You nod sleepily, your eyes drifting shut as you succumb to the afterglow, knowing that you are safe and exactly where you belong.

(a little rework to be more fluff and praise heavy)

-🦇

awww i love this it was so cute🥹🤍 also the thought of what you had to do before to get me to trust you isssss🤭

[princesspep]

This is a long one. I’m going to claim this emoji, if nobody else has ⛷️⛷️

You’d be my younger sister who’s constantly been teasing me, thinking there wouldn’t be any consequences for it. While you’re back home for break, maybe you’d take it to another level. Wearing some slutty little outfit when it’s just you and me at home, or “accidentally” flashing me after you get out of the shower. Eventually, I’d see you take an edible before bed, and decide that I’m going to make a move.

I’d sneak into your room in the middle of the night, when you’re asleep. I’ll be quiet, so you don’t wake up until I’m already at your bed, grabbing at you. The first thing you’d see is me standing over you, with the hard bulge of my cock pressed against my boxers, as I hold your throat and keep you pressed against the mattress. My other hand will be all over your body, grabbing at you and pulling your clothes off.

I’ll get up on the bed, on top of you, putting my weight on you to keep you trapped under me while I cover your mouth with my hand. You’ll feel me yank your panties to the side, then feel me pull at my boxers so you feel the warm smack as my cock slips out and lands across your ass. I’ll keep holding your waist as you try to squirm away, then push your face down into your pillow and tell you to shut the fuck up and be a good girl. I’d taunt you and remind you of all the teasing you’ve done to me, and how I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, as you squirm under me.

You’d feel me position myself onto you, then feel me teasing your pussy lips with the bare head of my cock. I’d slide it in raw and start fucking you slow, feeling how tight you are around me, before I press you down and properly start using you like the little tease you are.

You’d feel my hand on the back of your head, fingers in your hair as I keep your face pressed down hard in the pillow, so you can just barely breathe through it. My other hand will be holding your wrist against your lower back, keeping you from trying to push me out as I rail into you and keep whispering in your ear. I’ll keep telling you to stay quiet and take it for me, and telling you that I can feel how wet you are around me.

All you’ll be able to hear are my voice and groans, the sound of your ass clapping back at me with my strokes, and your own labored breathing as I make you my own personal fleshlight. I’d taunt you as I feel you getting wetter and wetter around me, telling you what a good girl you are, and how I should’ve done this a long time ago.

I’d keep digging into you, pulling you back at me if you try to pull too far away, as you reach a hand down between your thighs to rub yourself. I’d start hearing your moans in the pillow, and feeling you start twitching and clenching up around me as you get closer to orgasm. I’d take the opportunity to keep going, grabbing a handful of your hair and turning your head to the side so I can get a good look at that pretty face as you cum on your brother’s cock. I’d reach my other hand up to push my fingers in your mouth and make you suck on them as you moan, telling you that you deserve to be used from both ends, as I feel you grip tight around me, and feel your thighs quiver back against me.

I’d let you fall down to the bed in front of me, letting my cock slip out as you lay flat. I’d get a nice look at how messy you’ve made me, and make you look back and see your wetness hanging off the throbbing tip of my hard cock, so you can see what you’ve done. While you’re laid out flat, I’ll grab your hips and turn you over onto your back, and hold your legs up against my chest while I push back into you. While you’re still weak and messy from the orgasm, I’ll start telling you that it’s your brothers turn to cum now, and start railing into you like the pretty little toy you are. I’ll have a birds eye view of those perfect tits bouncing around as I pound into you, as you grip the bedsheets and bite your lip to keep from getting too loud.

You’d hear me groaning and saying under my breath that I’m going to cum as I keep going faster and faster. Id let out a groan as I pull your legs apart and slip my waist back so my cock slips out, then grab it quickly between your legs and thrust into it, as you feel my warm cumshots spray out and land across your tummy and tits. I’d grip my cock tight and slowly squeeze out every drop onto you, then lean back and admire your body like a canvas, freshly painted like the artwork you are. I’d tell you that this stays between us, as I grab some tissues to clean you up.

After we’re through and we’ve gotten our clothes back on, I’ll sneak back out of your room and back to mine, so I can plot the next time I do this.

Hopefully that gives you a clear mental image ☺️

yes yes yes wow wow wow i can’t believe u started with my favorite position too… ough… condescending words when you push my face in the pillow is sooooo sexy. i’d maybe cry at first until i got used to it. especially when you keep promising this wont be the only time. but i’d be way too out of it to do anything, hypersensitive while i feel your cock thrust in me