#stemming-ap

Minors, do not interact. Especially DO NOT send me asks. Do us both a favour and back away from my blog.

Tag me/ shoot me an ask if you think I've made a typo anywhere, please, please, please (forgetting to type crucial words is the bane of my existence) 🙏 pls pls pls, I will be very grateful :D

Asks & DMs

If we've previously DM's, I ask that you do not refer to me as 'daddy/dad'. If you want to use it to describe a fantasy, go for it!! If you have a request, shoot me an ask here. If you have a question surrounding me as a person, @stalkinglust is the blog to ask it :)

If you'd like to send me a non-anonymous ask but DON'T want me to publish it publicly, feel free to let me know and I'll respond to it privately 🙏

You can DM me here and on @stalkinglust 🙂‍↕️ I will forewarn you though that I'm shit at replying...

If you're from around the UK, you should definitely shoot me a message <3 I'm also interested in meeting people around London, so if that's you pls hit me up 🙏

Blogs

@stemminglust — a cuckquean-based blog in the format of a diary (which I really need to stop procrastinating on)

@stalkinglust — my 'personal'-ish blog. If you have questions/ things to say that aren't about the things I write here, this is the blog for it.

@dolldefilerbackup — my backup blog, initially made for my first blog, dolldefiler

Tags

I've tagged most of my posts with at least one of the following tags. You can scroll down to the bottom of this post and click on your desired tag :) These tags work in conjunction with broad content warnings I add to each post. Wouldn't want to traumatise anyone :p

#stemming-cuck — writing featuring a cuckquean/ there are cucky vibes.

#stemming-cheat — writing where either you're cheating on your partner with me or I'm cheating on mine with you (i.e. you're a cuckcake!)

#stemming-deg — writing with degradation of extremely varying degrees (ranges from softer praise-degradation mixes "my pretty, perfect little fleshlight" to piss/ rimjobs/ dykebreaking/ misogyny etc.)

#stemming-praise — writing with lots of praise!! Or just wholesome, cute vibes. Sometimes, I'll also tag posts that contain a large mix of praise and degradation together with this.

#stemming-cnc — writing with cnc and rape kink.

#stemming-inc — writing with lots of icky incest!!

#stemming-ap — writing with ageplay dynamics.

#asks — my asks!!

If anything makes you uncomfortable, block any tags you disagree with or simply block my blog entirely. Do whatever you need to do to put yourself in the best frame of mind.

I am a cishet male but if you require the 'voice' of my posts fit another identity, feel free to mentally refashion my posts. Do whatever you need to get off!!

This is all fiction, and I do not condone the real world equivalents of what I write about (except praise... and consensual degradation... and consensual cuckqueaning... and, like really risk-aware, cnc... Nevermind, this whole condemnation thing isn't really working out. Just be safe and consensual!!)

More of My Work

More of my work can be found on my Archive of Our Own page. This contains posts from any previous blogs, including DollDefiler.

Also, if you go on a spam like spree, the last thing you should do is apologise. I'm happy you find my writing enjoyable :)

Emoji Anons:

(sozzles in advance for the notes on your emojis, I struggle to remember people by pictures </3)

[Think of a this being a seminar rather than a lecture :) apologies to my cuckquean readers, I was meant to write something today but my lovely friends paid me a surprise visit <3 I love them so very much]

"Not like that," he says in your ears. Fingers grazing your back like electricity. Fingers pointing at your work. "You're meant to use this lemma," he says gently with a tap. You can hear him explaining something as you try to slow down your palpitating heart.

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, goes your heart...

As he giggles in your ears, telling you what a silly girl you are. Telling you that you just need a strong, helping hand to guide you through all these tricky problems. They're so hard after all... they're so complex and long. Filled with such tricky, nasty questions. Yeah, you really need some help, don't you, sweetheart?

You can feel your heart beat faster. He's saying something else but you simply can't focus. He must be doing this on purpose. He must know how badly you want those long fingers in you. You flick your eyes back down, as if to examine your notebook. You cast quick glances at his hands, resting on your table, before looking back up at him.

Does he know? Does he know how bad you need him? Fingers stretching out that pretty cunt while he makes you do one of these silly homework sheets. Sliding his thick, throbbing cock into you while he trains you and teaches you everything he knows. You can't control your heart now. He can probably hear it, it's so loud.

Your eyes are now on his tie, trying not to imagine what his chest would look like. Trying not to imagine his broad shoulders pressing down on you as he fucks some brains into your drooling little cunt. Telling you that this is why you came to college, isn't? It wasn't to study or learn. It was to be a silly, cute little cockpet for him.

You can feel your cunt clenching down on hard on nothing. You flick your pen back into your mouth, imagining your tongue roving the tip of his cock like that. God, he's so hot, you can feel your toes curl in your shoes and—.