#stemming-praise

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)

Hi. So, something that's been in my head, non stop - professor and student. Like the brightest student he has, but she recently went through idk, heartbreak or something, and found herself drawn to him. Maybe she even begs him to let her "worship" him. And he takes advantage of that<3

[Ni hao, my amigo, my beloved homeslice. When will you stop calling me pookie, I can only wonder 😔 also thank you to the person that submitted a name <3]

C/W: Eh, idk, read the ask ig?

[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—.

Sat between my legs, her heels digging into her perfect ass she looks up at me. Big, pretty eyes fixed on mine as she firmly wraps her tiny hand around my cock and rests the other on my thigh. Her breath evenly dancing across the length of my cock as she pulls my cock up and down. Again and again, slowly at first before speeding up a little.

Listening to the wet sounds of my foreskin sliding over the tip of my glistening cock. Precum coating my shaft slowly as her eyes flicker down to focus on my cock. God, it'd twitch when she looks at it. Throb knowing the entirety of her attention is on it. That at that singular point in time, her entire being is being devoted to jerking my cock off.

My legs stretching out as each muscle in me firms up. She'd be able to watch it happen. She'd be able to feel it happen. My thighs going hard under her touch. My abs tensing, my toes curling, my breath impossibly ragged, my cock so unbelievably stiff in her hands. So fucking firm as each vein protrudes and she'd feel it ache and pulse and throb and need so fucking bad.

And then she'd press it to her lips. Not even inside. Just... the tip of my cock against her soft, pretty lips as I begin to spew cum out, gushing like a small fountain. A stream of hot, white cum in torrents punctuated with sharp jerks forward and sharp intakes of my breath. Gasping and moaning as she slowly milks the cum out of my cock.

I think the first time I have sex, I'd like to try exploring her body.

We'd build up to it, I think. I'm pretty good at giving back and shoulder rubs and perhaps she'd feel so much tension in her body. Tension that I'd be able to relieve with my fingers. She'd lay there on her bed, her hair swept to one side. I'd let my eyes sweep across her body, her legs, her ass, her back, and finally up to her head. I'd press my fingers down.

It'd take a minute to get her relaxed, and another minute to have her melting under me. Another minute and I hear little moans. Just the tiniest, smallest hint of a moan as I work her body with my fingers, draining every inch of pressure out of her.

I'd whisper and ask her if she wanted a scalp massage too.

It really would start wholesomely. My fingers raking across her scalp, messing up her pretty hair. Gently scratching and rubbing her head before I grab a fistful of her hair and she moans. And suddenly the mood would shift. Her face buried in her pillow as she moans into it with each tug of her hair. One hand on her hair and the other creeping down her spine slowly but firmly.

She'd feel my fingers cross the small of her back and reach the top of her ass... and she'd spread her legs slightly. All the permission I'd need to slip my hands under her pants and between her legs. Tugging on her hair and massaging her cunt at the same time, using my fingers to whip up euphoria in her.

And then I'd get on top of her, the hand on her scalp gently trailing down her body as I whisper nasty, vile things into her ears. Down and down and down until my fingers tug on the band of her pants and suddenly her slutty fucking ass and pretty cunt are revealed.

Softly, slowly, I'd push myself in. My hands reaching for her tits as my balls slap softly against her, my lips and tongue reaching for her ears and neck.

Exploring her for the first time.

She'd lay there, squirming slightly as the cool air surrounds her perfect curves, rays of sunlight softly settling on her silken skin. Twitching at the touch of my fingers, harder when I drag a nail across her skin.

Giggling as I blow softly on her. Groaning gutterally as I make my way across her with light licks and soft kisses. Carefully dancing around her erogenous zones until she's all but begging me to touch her there. Gasping as she feels the sharpness of my teeth mark her.

Her thighs... then her arms... and finally her neck. Branding her with my teeth. Not enough to draw blood. But enough to mark her for a lifetime, before I plaster soft, sweet kisses on them.

I want to eat you out while you tell me about your day… but with a bit of a twist. For every slight stutter or stammer or moan, I’m going to push my finger up your ass bit by bit. Just keep talking while I make out with your pretty cunt and you won’t have to worry about a single thing. Just try not to think about my tongue eagerly buried inside your sloppy little hole, my strong fingers gripping your thighs as I lap away.

Or… don’t. It’d be hotter if you slipped up once or twice, desperately trying not to let the pleasure overcome you. The feeling of my finger pressing against your asshole to pressing inside your asshole. And then… hearing your words slip away more and more frequently. Your words trailing off as you groan, feeling me finger your ass, knuckle-deep. Pulling out when my finger’s buried to the hilt inside you.