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Asks & DMs

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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!!

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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.

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C/W: Misogyny, Anal, Piss

I'd love to meet a woman at a bar that secretly craves validation. On the surface she'd be pretty, a little demure, and quite intelligent. Deep down, we both know she'd giggle like a stupid little slut if I used her ass as a urinal.

I'd love to get to know her over the course of the night, my eyes focused on hers, my smiles polite, and my hands kept to myself. I'd get to know her and her brain, sliding in the slightest, teasing comment, escalating over time.

"Aww, you're so funny. You? A PhD? What are you getting that in? Gender studies?"

"Oh, you want to work at a lab after you're done with it? Cute, I didn't realise labs hired maids."

"Don't be silly, we both know girls like you weren't really made for research. There are other things you would be much better at learning."

Every time her eyes would narrow, I'd laugh and cast the comment aside as a joke. God, she'd go from sitting upright to sitting slouched over the table, her eyes downcast.

"Look, it's not that bad. If you fuck your PhD up, you could make a living with that body of yours."

"What do I mean? Well... Have you seen your tits? Your waist? Your fucking face? You were made for one thing and one thing only. You'd be so much more successful as..."

"No, no, I really couldn't say. I wouldn't want to offend you. No, it really is quite... much. You really want me to say it? Fine. You'd be much better as a disgusting pervert's little cocktoy. His breeding bitch. You were born to be baby factory and that's what you'd be better at."

She'd feel shock or disgust but I'd promise to show her the truth. I'd have her come to mine. To show her the truth.

We'd stumble into the apartment, our clothes torn off, our lips on each other before I push her onto my bed. I'd use her hair as handles, guiding those slutty lips around my fat cock, slamming myself down her. A pretty little doctor in the making turned into a fucksleeve. I'd hold her there, grinding my cock down the depths of her mouth, pulling out just before she passes out.

"And now... I'm going to show you what you were made for, sweetie."

I'd pound my cock into her pristine cunt, sliding a thumb into her ass as she jerks against me, grunting at the sudden invasion. I wouldn't bother holding back. This would be about learning for her. Learning her true place as a man's bitch.

"Would that doctorate help you take my cock better, you dumb fucking whore? Shit, just give me your fucking research notes and I'll piss all over them. They mean nothing in front of my pervert cock."

Thrust after thrust, her body would give in and buckle under my weight. Limp, skin sheening with sweat, she'd lay on my bed as I jerk off inside her. The slightest gasps leaving her parted lips as my hands alternate spanking her fat, slutty ass and roughly shoving my fingers down her throat.

"Let's change things up."

I'd draw my cock out, barely pausing to admire her gaped fuckhole before sliding my dick into her tight, warm ass. Without warning, I'd slam myself in, my hands pressing her down. Holding that little fuckdoll down while I turn her into a three-holed cocksleeve.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, you pathetic whore. This is what you were made for. This is what you came over for, isn't it? You fucking knew I'd do all these nasty, gross things to you and you still fucking came."

She'd cry out, hoarse, animalistic growls of pain as she feels a misogynistic, uncaring cock split her ass for the first time. God, it'd make my dick pulse even more. I'd show this woman, this broken slut, that all her years of careful studying, all her intelligence means nothing in front of a cock that's buried in her ass.

As my cock slaps against her ass, I'd feel my balls churn with cum, threatening to spill out. I'd push my cock into her abused cunt, wordlessly, before I cum. I'd groan as I cum. Loudly, like a man conquering his prey. Like a man taming his bitch.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, just like that. Take my cum, you dumb whore. Shit, if you're lucky, I've just fucking knocked you up. Fuck yeah, I'm breeding you... but don't worry, I'm not finished with your ass."