Minors, do not interact with or view my blog. Everyone else, I ask that you include an indication of your age on your blog if you interact.
I'm changing how this blog works. I have a lovely little community of friends that I'm writing for. Over time, I will post those here as well on an irregular schedule.
If you want to join, I would at least like a decent introduction and a chat that helps me understand you better. Either way, you'll still be able to read the same things on this blog, despite the delay. If you're craving more in the meantime, check out my AO3 (the link is at the bottom of this post).
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
My DMs are shut by default (unless you're a mutual). If you want to DM for whatever reason, shoot me an ask. If we've never spoken, please don't start a conversation with 'Hi Daddy/Dad', it gives me the ick.
Asks are no longer anonymous. If you don't want me to respond to it publicly, feel free to let me know, and I'll respond to it privately. You can shoot requests, your thoughts, confessions, whatever, really. If you're a dick, I'll just block you tbh.
I'm interested in meeting people irl, particularly around London, so if that's you, feel free to hit me up :) I'm also keen on talking to people from around the UK, but if you're not and you're still interested in chatting, don't let that stop you.
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. This is primarily for my own convenience to aid me in uploading things to AO3. 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.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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 :)
(Defunct while anon asks are gone) Emoji Anons:
(sozzles in advance for the notes on your emojis, I struggle to remember people by pictures </3)
I need to write a lot of rapekink and daddy/daughter stuff, which will bring more readers into the fold (bc everyone and their dog loves at least one of those two kinks), then hit them with the grosser kinks (cough cough cuckqueaning), and convert a portion of them into cucks :D
You don't have to be ashamed of it. Everyone knows you're a little silly. Everybody knows you weren't really born to think. Not rationally at least... There's really no shame in admitting that.
That's right, baby, you are confused, aren't you? I'm glad you can recognise that. Confused. Silly. Forgetful. Ditzy. That's all part of being a good girl, you know. Good, dumb girls like you just need a kind, smart man like me to help them. That's all, baby.
God, you're wet, aren't you? I can feel it when you clench your cunt around my fingers, you know. I felt you squeezing when I called you dumb. You liked that, didn't you? Uh huh? Yeah, that's okay, baby. You can tell me you have no brains left. That's a good girl. Just get it out. That's right, baby.
Now ask me for help. Mhm, yeah... what do you want me to help you with, sweetheart? Oh... You want me to make your decisions for you? Do your thinking for you? Is that what you want, sweetheart? For me to look after you and control your choices? You don't need choices, do you?
No, you'll only hurt yourself. There's nothing wrong or manipulative about this. This isn't gaslighting or psychological abuse. Oh, sorry, that word may have been too big for you. I'm sorry, cupcake. Just carry on clenching around my fingers. Feels good, doesn't it?
Yeah, I'm sure it does.
Just focus on that feeling. You don't need anything else.
I've gotten more requests to join my community but some of them are pretty sparse with info about yourselves <.< also, if we've already chatted a bunch via DMs, you can just lmk if you want in 🙂↕️
I've gotten more requests to join my community but some of them are pretty sparse with info about yourselves <.< also, if we've already chatted a bunch via DMs, you can just lmk if you want in 🙂↕️
No matter how warm and sleepy you are. No matter how cold it is outside your bed. No matter how badly you just want to stay in bed and roll around under your covers.
You should really lock your door.
It really would be such a shame if someone like me found it unlocked. It'd be so, so terrible if I found you in bed... because what am I meant to do at that point? How could I not force my cock into you?
"Shh, quiet now. If you didn't want this, you wouldn't have left your door unlocked, sweetheart," I might say, grabbing a fistful of your hair. Showing the face of the man who's about to claim you. "If you really didn't want this—" I'll say with a deep thrust inside your cunt, "—you wouldn't be built like fucking rapebait now, would you?"
God, you would struggle. Of course you'd struggle. You'd kick and lash out and whip your arms at me like some pathetic, flailing, panicking creature. I suppose that's exactly what you'd be at that point. Just a shocked, abused little cunt for my thick cock to spear. Fuck, I bet you'd feel so tight around my cock. You'd clench in fear and confusion. I hope you would at least.
There's no point in breaking in and fucking some cunt senseless if she's not going to tighten it around me. What's the point if she's not going to jerk off my cock with her tight pussy? Fuck... but if you cried too?
"Fuck... that's a good doll. Cry harder for me. Cry fucking harder, you bitch. God, you're so hot like this. Has anyone ever told you that you have such pretty eyes?" I'd ask, pounding into you, my balls slapping against you. Ugh, could you imagine me wiping your tears with a couple of fingers before cramming them down your throat?
"God... beg, and I'll think about stopping," I'd say, as I fuck your brains out of you. "Go on, slut, beg."
Shit, I'd fucking lose it as you begin to plead. Whining and begging me for something. I love that you'd have no idea what you're begging for yourself at that point. Just a brainless, drooling little pet that's listening to the man that's dominating her broken fucking cunt.
Oh fuck... I love the thought that I'd fuck those pleas out of you. I love the idea that I'd fuck you into your pillow so hard that even those begs become pathetic and slurred, until you've been force fucked speechless. Words hanging on the tip of your tongue, as your empty brain struggles to exist. God, cumming that twisted, tight cunt of yours would be so fun. You wouldn't even be able to think of stopping me.
[I backed up my queue with more stuff so have this one on the house :)]
C/W: Rimming, Degradation, Orgasm Denial
"If you eat my ass, I'll use that vibrator on you," I'd tell you, before spreading my legs and beckoning you closer.
"Aww, you're licking it like you don't even want to do this," I'd say, and before you could even think to agree and express how much you hate this, you'd feel my hand pushing your face further against my hole. "Now tongue it like you mean it. You're already here, aren't you?"
I wonder what that would do to your brain. Neurons snapping and firing as you find yourself reduced from a respectable, dignified lady into a pathetic, lowly little ass eater. You would hate this. And yet there would be something almost rhythmical about it. Something buzzing in your ears to fill the silence beyond my groans. Something to distract you from how disgusting, how vile, this whole thing is.
Fuck, it'd be insanely hot watching you learn to lick your spit and drool from my asshole. Your pretty tongue flexing as you push yourself further. A braindead ditz born to taste a man's asshole...
And just as you'd get used to it — just as you'd come to terms with what you are — I'd stop you.
I would grab that vibrator and press it against your needy, throbbing clit. Ignoring how wet your cunt is. Maybe I would brush your slick fucking hole with my fingers and grin slightly. Unspoken acknowledgement as to how wet tongue-fucking my asshole got you.
And then I'd flick the vibrator up a notch. Watching the shame and humiliation leave your bones through your limbs as they tremble and ache. You'd find your legs spreading farther. You'd find your cunt drooling more and more. And suddenly, it'd have been worth it. The taste of my asshole on your lips, your own spit and throat drool on your pathetic little face. Worth it, as you surrender yourself to more pleasure.
And just as you're about to cum, you'd hear the click of a button and the vibrator immediately dying down. Between your spread legs, you'd find me grinning with faux-innocence.
"Oops... I guess it ran out of battery."
"I said I'd use it on you. I didn't say you'd get to cum."
It's pretty fucked up to want to fuck a girl you consider your daughter, right? To hear this pretty thing beg and moan and whine, going 'Dad, Dad, please fuck me harder' as I slide my dick in and out of her pretty little cunt. That'd be so gross. But I think it'd be so much worse if I told her how guilty I felt. If I practically groomed my baby girl into choking on my cock and spreading her holes for me. Teaching her all the nasty things to say that make Dad cum fastest, before telling her how wrong it is.
We shouldn't be doing this. Men shouldn't want to fuck their daughters like this. Girls shouldn't want to be bred by their dads. But since she'd be so needy, so demanding, so eager to have her dad's cock buried in her... I'd have to cover her face with a pillow. Shit... that would be terrible. Fucking my kid daughter and smothering her face with a pillow. Watching her tits jiggle, and my cock slap against her ass as she groans into the pillow.
I'd tell her it's so I can't see my baby's pretty face. So I don't have to feel so much guilt while fucking her. Ugh... if you think about it, it's pretty fucking degrading. A faceless little sex doll for your dad. Stripped of your face, your personality, your identity, and reduced to holes and a pair of tits for the man that loves you most.
It'd be so, so horrible if I pressed that pillow down on her face a little, wouldn't it? Feeling her buckle as she gasps for air. Unable to speak or move for a second, before I take the pressure off and air rushes back into her lungs. Again and again, pushing her brain into an air-deprived delirium. All as her dad grunts and heaves inside her.
It's not like she could say much, right? After all... a dad and his daughter really shouldn't be doing this. Sacrifices have to be made.
[If I do well in badminton tomorrow, I'll post another one. If not, you'll all have to suffer with me :D]
C/W: Intox
"Swallow."
And you would.
I want to place anything between your lips, gently draw them closed with a finger, and watch as you force it down yourself. No matter what, I want you to trust me.
There's the obvious scenario where I've just fucked your face. I'm standing above you, a hand firmly on your head, and my stiff, hard cock lightly slapping your face. Your eyes drawn to the veins on my cock, coated in slick throat drool. You watch me grip my dick and stroke it, my foreskin gliding over it, back and forth. Back and forth. Tapping your swollen, wet lips, as I grunt above you.
"Open your mouth," You hear me say before a torrent of hot cum spews out of my cock. Coating your tongue with salty, sticky cum. You watch me milk out the last drops onto your tongue, and with that same hand, I push your jaw up.
"Swallow."
But then there are more fun applications... I could also have you swallow some alcohol. Can you imagine that? My fingers grazing along the back of your head, and a bottle tipped into your lips? Your eyes fixed on me, not the bottle. Me.
"That's a good girl... just keep swallowing. Keep on going, baby. You'll stop when I tell you to stop. Such an obedient, pretty little thing, aren't you?"
But it could be really fun to place a pill on your tongue and have you swallow it. No questions asked, no answers given. Just a slight smirk and an encouraging nod. I love that you wouldn't know its effects. That you'd simply have to trust in me and what I do.
"Swallow."
And you'll simply have to trust in me. You'll wait in anticipation for something to happen. Anything. Maybe you'll feel the effects of it instantly, or in hours. Maybe you won't feel anything at all.
Roommates aren't meant to fuck. Things get messy and dramatic, and everything goes to shit. Roommates really shouldn't fuck.
If we lived together, you would regularly walk into the living room to find me jerking off. The sloppy, whorish moans of some pornstar on my phone and my legs spread apart on our couch as you watch my hand jerk back and forth. You'd find my bedroom door open constantly to find the same thing. The bathroom door as I shower and jerk off. Cum-stained tissues everywhere. Every time you'd find yourself wearing a tank top or shorts, or even a lovely, tight-fitting dress, you'd find me nearby, lewdly eyeing you up as I massage my cock through my pants.
Perhaps you'd finally break when you start finding your worn panties plastered in thick, sticky cum. And so you'd storm into my room, panties in hand, fully intending to set me straight. Except you'd walk in on my jerking off again. The resistance was doomed to die at the back of your throat from the moment you walked in.
"Well, I need somewhere to cum," I'd tell you, my cock in hand. "And if your panties are off-limits, your face is going to have to do." Roommates shouldn't fuck. Roommates really shouldn't fuck. Even as you crawl onto my bed slowly and press your face to my cock. All that pent-up neediness just overwhelming you now.
How dare this man be so audacious? Jerking off wherever he likes. Touching himself. Maybe you'd show him a thing or two yourself. And god. You really do need to cum, don't you?
I wonder how humiliating you'd find it to be completely ignored as a man jerked off onto your face. The slick, loud sounds of foreskin and precum as the porn resumes. You'd curse and swear at me in your mind, I'm sure. I really wouldn't care. I'd just want a place to blow my load. Your panties or your face, it wouldn't really matter as long as you understood your place. A cumrag.
You'd find yourself touching your cunt, almost grinding against your hand as your eyes lose focus. The veins and the ridges of my cock blurring into one thing. The need to just... kiss it a little, almost pushing you forward, but at the last moment you'd catch yourself. You can see everything. You'd seen me jerking off plenty of times, but never so close up.
"Get ready," I'd grunt. That'd be it. No other word of warning, and even that would come late. You'd barely have time to shut your eyes before you feel ropes of cum hit your face. A sticky, gooey, gross mess emptied all over your pretty fucking face. Unceremoniously, like some tissue. You'd feel it drip down, travelling the curve of your jaw. You'd feel drops of it against your lips, and you'd inevitably find your tongue snaking out to lick it off.
"Cool, thanks. You can go now," you'd hear me say, as you shuffle off back into the background. Used and thrown. In the bathroom mirror, you'd watch yourself slowly drawing my cum into your mouth.
Roommates shouldn't fuck. Roommates really shouldn't fuck... but maybe it was okay for roommates to be used as cumrags?
i wish soulmates were real. i don’t wanna have to get to know different people and try dating like i just want to find my husband and be done. i want to do everything together, to be their person and vice versa, to rely on each other. i want to explore disgusting and depraved kinks and fantasies together, but also go to the grocery together, hold hands, cuddle under the stars, laugh as we do laundry. i want to know that we were made for each other.
[my queue's grown a bit - depending on how this does, I'll think about posting some of the others]
C/W: Rape
It'd be really, really hot if I made you beg while I raped you.
Especially if you went all shy and non-verbal. If the words just... died down between your lips. If the thoughts just stopped in your brain. So many emotions, so many feelings, and it'd be so hard to get them all out.
I'd have you on your back, a hand pinning yours above your head as my balls slap against your ass with each thrust. I'd want you looking up at me with tears in your eyes as you struggle against me.
"Aww, poor baby. Are you crying? Are you sad that the big, bad, disgusting man is forcing his cock into you like this?" I'd ask, my voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Yeah? That's okay, baby, I know you are. I might stop if you ask me to, you know. You can do it, sweetheart."
Could you imagine fighting and pushing and struggling to force out the tiniest, smallest no? Just to hear my breath go ragged and my thrusts turn harder and deeper? Maybe in that moment you'd understand how fucked you are.
"No... stop..." You might say, and I'd silently respond by pounding away at your cunt like nothing else exists.
"Shit... Beg a little louder, baby. I can't hear you," I'd say, my eyes fixed on your tits. As if I'm not registering your struggle. Like your turmoil and fear are invisible to me.
They wouldn't be.
I promise I'd hear the quiver in your voice. The whimpering and whining. The adorable little sniffling. I'd listen, don't worry. I'm sure you'd be able to tell too. Every little plea, every begging whine, every desperate cry for me to stop, I'd listen to it all and fuck you so much harder. My cock making a mess of your sloppy cunt.
"Go on, sweetheart. Beg a little more. Such a good girl. Such pretty fucking rapebait, aren't you? Go on. Oh fuck, I'm almost there. Just keep going. Keep begging me not to rape you. Oh shit, yes. Just say those words over and over again, please. 'Please don't rape me.' Go on... Oh my god... Oh fuck... Fuck. FUCK. Oh shit..."
