mayor of boylesbianville, writer, and sadist. unavailable and uninterested.
a lot of my writing contains graphic rape, gore, death, violence, drugging, abuse, sadism, and a lot more. please don't stick around if it isn't your thing. my work is fictional/fantasy, i don't condone any of this in real life without consent. please do not look at this account if you know me irl.
metal enjoyer. lover of speculative fiction and sci fi. into cars, dinosaurs/dragons, movies, lifting, and cooking. dykeslop connoisseur.
i block blank blogs with nothing on them and minors.
I decided to have a proper post for stuff because I’ve been lazy for too long and need to make it so people can actually find my shit. Considering LoV has become a decently consistent portion of my current writing projects, it is the best candidate to get this thing started. I’ll attempt to add other works to this masterpost as well, but I am, as mentioned, lazy.
Be warned that the vast majority of my works involve explicit descriptions of rape, torture, sexual abuse, and/or violence of all kinds. I write primarily to evoke discomfort in a reader, so at no point will a victim “begin to enjoy it” in a way that doesn’t facilitate more suffering. If you’re looking for a purely erotic experience, then you may not have a good time. Otherwise, enjoy. Everything on my Ao3 account is tagged, and if someone requests a specific tag for a specific work, I’ll consider doing so. You get what you see.
I do take requests casually, and will accept suggestions and ideas in my askbox, but I prioritize my current projects.
Series:
Lancet of Versailles | 75k words (involves rape, abuse, grooming, blackmail, and catholicism)
The romantic tale of a butch professor's morally neutral affair with her barely legal, mentally ill, flat broke college student, a vulnerable young woman aspiring to her mentor's station, living in a new area with no connections or support systems whatsoever. Features:
- Mindful observation(stalking)
- Relationship catalysts(drugging)
- Passionate lovemaking(rape)
- Positive motivation(blackmail)
- Incentivized experimentation(sadism)
- Healthy boundaries(gangrape)
- Stern discipline(protocol and punishment)
- Confidence building(humiliation and degradation)
- Mental fortitude(psychological manipulation, abuse, and torture)
- Representation(autistic rapist AND victim)
- Proper handling of a firearm
- "Aftercare"
- Surprise treats
- Gaming
LoV Spinoffs:
Seeing Stars | 12.6k words, part 1 of 2 posted
Others to be announced as they are completed.
Standalones:
Naked Loot, Fair Game | 7.6k words (involves the violent rape, torture, and abduction of a child)
No U-Turn | 7.8k words (involves rape)
For the sin of swallowing you | 4.6k words (butch patriarchy, involves rape and graphic depictions of physical/sexual abuse)
i made a post like this on my old account but i feel like it's worth saying again. i see so many dykes talking about wanting a 'cowboy' butch or a country butch but so many of y'all are unwilling to acknowledge that a lot of people who are really from rural areas also come from complicated backgrounds. poor education, poverty, or difficult relationships with homophobic/transphobic family. to want to love someone from this kind of background means you have to accept that they may not have had the same opportunities than you and that the whole cowboy thing is an extremely small part of coming from a rural community. this is purely based on my experiences dating around in a larger city after coming from a very small rural town and getting treated like shit because i was more than a one dimensional country dyke character. are you going to still love the cowboy/country dyke when they're a college dropout or have substance abuse issues or they're poor?
there hasn't been news of a dyke march for oklahoma city yet this year and i suspect it is because last year's march was disrupted by the police. we were marching after the pride parade (the pride organizers were aware of this) and the police swarmed us and almost hit us with their cars. i know we all love to talk shit about the south and how backwards it is, but there are dykes here and we are still fighting for the ability to just WALK. i will be grateful to have participated in the first two dykes marches oklahoma city had, but it is really disheartening to not hear anything yet this year and i hope next year is different.
i think this is the plan. spoiling all my evil ideas but also not really. i really want to just go crazy and be evil. this concept is kind of dumb but it's okay because i will get to really focus on the sexual content instead of worrying if things make sense. what if alien parasites made you EVIL and HORNY and they spread by bodily fluids?
i think this is the plan. spoiling all my evil ideas but also not really. i really want to just go crazy and be evil. this concept is kind of dumb but it's okay because i will get to really focus on the sexual content instead of worrying if things make sense. what if alien parasites made you EVIL and HORNY and they spread by bodily fluids?
so like, pathetic butch with mommy issues forcing a femme to dote on him while he assaults her. what we think?
He's probably drunk when he does this. She knows something is wrong when he comes in, already moping, practically dragging his feet as he gives her a brooding look. It puts her on edge, but she knows what he needs and reluctantly draws him in with soft touches and sweet words. It isn't enough.
Hold me, he says, already demanding, and she finds it impossible to fight against his tight grip on her.
Please? He thinks tacking a please on as an afterthought is good enough.
She stumbles backward as he forces her—wrapping his arms around her and maneuvering her until she collides with the couch. There is nowhere to go but down. She slips and lands on the couch while he follows. Please, please—I'm sorry, I'm just so fucked up right now.
A sickening dread courses through the pit of her gut as he nuzzles affectionately against her lap. He is on his knees and going lower, his eyes closed in bliss while her hands awkwardly remain poised above him.
Touch me, he commands as though reading her mind.
She does and despises the familiarity of it. How he sighs into her touch and begins to grope her hips openly. He wants her—it's just too bad he never confirms if she wants him back.
C'mon, he groans and rises suddenly, eclipsing her vision and making it impossible to ignore him. Touch me, please. I really need it.
She finds her voice and tries. I'm really tired baby, she murmurs in the sweetest voice she can muster. Can we go to sleep?
No—you know what I need.
She curls over him, pressing herself over his head while he tugs at her waistband. What happened? she asks, only halfway paying attention.
He begins to pull her sweatpants off. There is a very distant look in his eyes that makes her instinctively want to reach out and cradle his head against her breast. He swallows hard and rests his clammy palms on her thighs. Can you please tell me you're proud of me? It looks like something that pains him to ask, as though he isn't feeling her up without warning, stripping her down without pausing the fill her in on his plans.
She struggles to hold back tears when he discards her sweatpants and panties, leaving her fully exposed. He idly probes his fingers around her dry cunt and frowns. You aren't wet—do you not love me anymore?
She is helpless against the urge to launch into frantic defense. I'm sorry—baby, I'm sorry. I still love you, I promise. I love you, baby. And I'm so proud of you.
If the praise does anything for him, it barely shows, and he responds by shoving two of his fingers knuckle-deep into her. It's something she knows she should have expected. He wants to hear something specific from her and she is loathe to do it, but she will if it means stopping a dry penetration. She is still woefully unused to this little preparation and it does not seem like he has any interest in training her to take it. She reckons she will be a sort of mom he can fuck until he breaks her.
As he pushes deeper, scraping the edges of her cunt raw, she says, Mommy's got you—it's okay, baby.
A strangled moan escapes him and he slumps forward, pressing his forehead to her stomach while he stills his fingers. It feels as though a switch has been flipped and he gently rocks his fingers while they remain tucked deep within her. The pain ebbs into something more bearable as he plays her from within.
Yeah? His voice is thick with emotion and disbelief. Pet my hair, Mommy.
She obliges and rakes her nails through the roots of his hair. It's better than the alternative.
Listen transfem supremacy is a fine and dignified kink for anyone who's about that but not me. I want to be hurt and taken advantage of and manipulated and used by a creepy perverted cis woman who has slightly problematic ideas about trans women and wants to take out her disdain and sexual curiosity on the exoticized object of her obsession (me)
freshly legal "straight" girl getting forcemasced by a much older distant butch family member who everyone is too charmed by to notice the signs of abuse and grooming
freshly legal "straight" girl getting forcemasced by a much older distant butch family member who everyone is too charmed by to notice the signs of abuse and grooming
freshly legal "straight" girl getting forcemasced by a much older distant butch family member who everyone is too charmed by to notice the signs of abuse and grooming
