#lesbian author

[puppywilliams]

just to ruin things.

summary: you and ellie’s cant run from your past forever.

warnings: toxic!ellie, mentions of drugs (cocaine), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of relapsing, angst, implied bi reader

a/n: hi! ive been sooo very busy but heres a little smth i wrote! this might be boring but i need to post </3 also listened to memories by conan gray while writing this if you care

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some stupid party got you exactly where you always ended up. in ellies truck. it made you so fucking angry the way she always swooped in to save that day like she was some superhero, like she was doing you a favor. you couldn’t blame her too much, you always gave in like a lost dog finding its owner.

part of you Needed her to save you, the unfortunate truth you weren’t ready to unfold, its one you couldn’t face in fear of what it might do to the wall you’ve spent Too long already rebuilding, 7 months and 13 days of rebuilding to be exact. you tell yourself you’re not counting, its just an estimate. like this, its just friendly, this is what friends do. they drive you home. you’re not even that drunk, you knew you were getting into her car, you knew you were letting her right back into the place you needed to keep her out of the most.

her eyes were straight on the road with her knuckles around the steering wheel. you looked at her, freckles splatted across her face like god himself hand picked each one. “youre a fucking idiot you know that? all over that guy? you dont even know him. he couldve slipped something in your drink, youre gonna get yourself killed.” she spat venom through the atmosphere, turning everything sour like she managed to do every damn time.

“fuck you.” you spat back. it wasnt worth it, never was nor ever had been. but ellie argued either way.

“what? you still cant handle the truth?” she piled on, it was like a never ending mound of what you did that she didn’t like or approved of, it pushed your buttons in a way ellie knew it would. when you spend enough time together, the memories you’ve engraved into your head don’t expire. ellie knew you like she practiced your coding. every nook, every cranny, every corner, every place she knew and altered as she pleased. ruining you every time without so much as an apology. it angered you so much, for someone who swore she didnt care, it hurt.

you looked down and fiddled with the hem of your dress, hyper focusing in on one thing so you didnt burst like a can of shaken soda, youd been on the edge of your breaking point since you had broken up. so many words you didn’t say, so many words you wish you didn’t say.

“cant speak now? what? have too much to drink? bet you remember that guy you were all over. probably remember him more than you remember anything about me.” she pierced daggers right into your pressure points, only fueling the fire that endorsed your temper.

you took a breath before turning your head to look at her. “you dont have the right ellie. youre a fucking loser. you know that?” you looked right at her. the way you knew she despised when she couldn’t meet your gaze. “i dont Need you to save me, we’re long past that. what i do and who i do is none of your god damn business!” you threw your hands into the air finally letting yourself lose your calm facade, not missing a beat in fear she might cut in and ruin what you know you Need to say, for yourself and maybe its a plead. you dont think, only spoke.

“youre acting like when we were together you didnt drink your ass off every fucking night. sitting on My couch, watching My tv, crawling into My bed pissed out of your mind, you dont have any idea do you? none?” you breathed heavily with tears in your eyes looking Right at her before moving your gaze again to meet the hem of you dress. knowing the battle you say is with ellie, is actually with yourself. its one you always lose. “im so fucking m-mad at you still..i dont need this, or to see you at all…id listen to silence and see nothing but black just to know id never get confirmation you still existed..i cant stand you..” ellie stayed silent, the way she always did. white knuckles gripped over the steering wheel, her jaw clenched, but you see the gloss over her eyes. you see the way she breathes like shes making sure its the perfect rhythm.

you closed your eyes, the silence was so deafening you thought you got your wish, but she opened her mouth proving you wrong and teaching you once again to not get your hopes up.

“you want me to got care anymore? you fucking got it.” she put it simple, you should be grateful but you cant seem to be. its your weakness, and its one you’ll never strengthen, her weight always dragging you back down like a purgatory, but your shackles will never be lifted, so potentially its a sugarcoated way of calling it hell.

you turn to look out the window. “thank god.” you utter under your breath, a chunk of your soul hopes she doesn’t hear, of course she does. “dont ask me to pick you up at 11pm anymore. im not coming.”

she makes a good point, a great one even. one that not even you could manage to figure out if you tried.

“then stop picking up.” its all you say, its all you Needed to say. you glance at the way shes losing internal fight in the torn up seat of her truck.

“you know i cant do that..” she whispers as a single tear falls from her eye. she tries to wipe it away with the knuckle bound to her thumb before you see. “i know.”

“then why? why pull me in to push me away? why?! why do you do it?” you fall silent, its a conversation you hadn’t prepared for, but its a hole you dug so long ago it feels like centuries, but like every past, it catches up to you. its something so long overdue it churns your stomach like a knot in a rope you cant seem to unravel. “what am i meant to do ellie? come crawling back to your doorstep and repeat everything i spent so long trying to mend myself back together over? seeing your face is the worst kind of relapse. its a reminder of what i worked for, to self sooth for months and act like kissing someone else doesn’t still feel like cheating. i do what i Have to do ellie, i cant plead with you, not when youre not mine and im not yours, because just like you. i have no fucking right..” your voice shook with emotions you didn’t know you we’re still capable of feeling.

ellie doesn’t try to hide her tears anymore, its pointless. its something rare, something you so selfishly cherish. its like feeding a sweet tooth that cant be settled unless you have empathy, you crave it every day knowing you never got it. you tell yourself shes crying for You and not yourself, its the fix of what will get you through this conversation, through tonight, and through next week.

“you think thats what i want?” she dryly chuckles before scoffing, using her pointer and thumb to wipe at her tear ducts. you fucking hate it. “you think thats what i want? i want you to be happy believe it or not, even if its not me. but god damn, it kills me seeing you with someone else and you dont even Care.”

you take her words as something thats malicious, but deep down somewhere in your heart you know its just the truth, maybe you’re not ready for this, you might never be. “you made that decision a long time ago. its out of my control now.”

her face hardened and her eyes stayed put on the road ahead. “you gave up on me. you put everyone else and everything else before me, was i supposed to stay?” she breathes out through her nostrils. you looked at her like she had said something outrageous, like it was a life altering claim.

“thats what you think huh?” you scoffed rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest looking back out the window.

she raised her voice, her temper always did run thin. something you didn’t miss. “yeah, it is!” she bit the inside of her cheek and took a deep inhale.

“no ellie. i tried, and thats what you never give me credit for. i tried to help you get sober, i payed for your rehab bill so you could come back home to me, but the first thing you did when you got home was snort a line before you even looked my way. we’re not dogs, i cant lick your wounds and tell you they’ll heal, i had myself to worry for. you put drugs above me, so i stopped trying. i stopped begging you.” she fell silent for what you hoped would be the last time tonight, you watched the way she went to speak but shut herself up.

her voice still appeared a few seconds later. “i know i was an addict, i know i fucked up but you gave up on me regardless.” you looked at the tense expression she had as she drove, not even sure if she was driving in the right direction anymore. as much as you

wanted this to all be over you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“you gave up on yourself. i didn’t even get a sorry.” you said dryly, looking back at your feet. everything seemed to consume you. “well im saying sorry now. and for the record i still love you.”

you wanted to recoil, to scream at her and tell her to fuck off, but you softened. you wiped your eyes, sniffling. “i still love you too, it drives me crazy.”

it was the truth, one you ran from. something you denied to your friends and family, knowing if you said anything remotely to the truth you’d see the way their face morph into an disapproving expression.

“i know ill never have you again, but for what its worth i’m thankful you were mine.” its something ellie never intended to say out loud but she used every resource she could.

you gave in to something she wasn’t even asking for, just something you needed to ruin you.

“for what its worth if you asked me to be yours again i don’t think i could say no.”

“then dont say no.”

[enneadau]

This is what I'm dealing with tonight. First of all this boy...

Was trying to get in my bath. Yes, the first voice is me, and the second one is my wife.

Then...

He then stole my plantar fasciitis sandles for a pillow...

On the plus side. I did get some words dome while soaking. Being able to write on my phone and have it transfer to laptop is a blessing.

[olives-grove]

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[yuri-spike-pit]

quick fix

@kabrox18 doodled a lovely little thing of andromeda holding her wife's hand. i wrote a companion piece to accompany it as thanks; it's about andromeda fixing a kink in silva's hand and sharing an easy moment together in the fabrication lab.

content tags: short fiction, original fiction, sapphic characters, robotics, engineering, repairs

word count: 1.4k

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A firm knock at the doorway pulled Andromeda from her soldering job with a sharp inhale of acrid flux. It wasn't an impatient knock, nor a timid one. But it was a familiarly measured one, which happened when a more casual knock had not managed to get her attention.

"Hey, bee," Andromeda greeted before she turned around. She habitually rolled her neck about with a grunt. "What's up?"

Silva plodded inside in an easy lope. She must've polished herself recently. The black and green accents of her purple paint job were especially glossy as she made her way over to the soldering benches in the lower right of the room, past the robotic arms surrounding the empty building space and under ventilation pipes snaking across the ceiling. The ceiling's the cleanest surface in the shop, and even then, Andromeda could see some smoke stains here, some splotches of lubricant from pressurization fuck-ups there. Silva's pristine job on herself certainly didn't make it look any cleaner.

Andromeda's gaze fell back down over Silva's broad shoulder and towards the doorway. Silva hadn't ducked under it when she came in. She hasn't been ducking for a while, but she did it all the time when she first joined the team's numbers. Something about Tecton's doorways rarely ever accommodating the Bulwarks' mass, despite insisting on having them patrol factories and more secure offices. It was almost as if Bulwarks were anti-tank weaponry and were never intended for urban lifestyles. And the morons kept making them bigger.

"—me out?"

Andromeda blinked. Silva was in front of her now, holding out her right hand. "I—Sorry, I didn't hear anything you just said," she said on a huff of a chuckle. The damp, dingy sponge hissed as she swiped the tip of the iron across it before popping it back into the stand. "What was it?"

Silva's pupils rounded fondly before returning to their usual slits. "It's incredible how quickly you can stop paying attention," she said.

"What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents."

"This is undeniably true. What were you thinking about?"

"Uh…" Andromeda rubbed her chin. "Nothing important. How Tecton keeps making Bulwarks bigger. And how dirty my ceiling is."

Silva cast a bemused glance upward. She always blinked once when she was trying to find a polite way to say something. She didn't used to do that either. Blink. Or be polite. "I'm not sure I understand the association," she admitted after a moment. "A woman of many talents, as you said."

Andromeda grinned and curled her fingers under Silva's extended claws. But as she tugged them down to fold down over her hand, her smile faded and her brow pinched slightly.

"These feel tight."

"You can tell that quickly?"

"Well, yeah. I know what your hand's supposed to feel like."

Her pupils rounded again. This time, they stayed round. "Then I suppose you hardly need me to repeat myself. That's the problem I came to you for. I don't know how exactly it happened, but I closed my hand, and then couldn't get it open without some force. Now I can't close it again. Help would be appreciated if you aren't busy." She shrugged her pauldron towards Andromeda's mess on the workbench.

Andromeda shook her head. "Nah, that's me being bored. Here, let's… take a look… Mind grabbing, let's see… The drill bit with the chisel-shaped end, the battery for the drill, and my screwdriver from my workbench?"

Silva cast a wary glance at the simultaneous morgue, graveyard, and hospital of projects looming in the opposite corner of the room.

"If something falls, that's your fault," she said as she lumbered off.

The dial of the soldering station purred as Andromeda twisted it off. The circuit board she was frankensteining together and holding hostage with a couple of clamps seemed to gleam a little sigh of relief. Silva then returned with the tools (nothing fell, of course, because Silva was far more careful than Andromeda and did not treat her work crudely). Andromeda walked her stool back a little to make more room for her beloved.

"What do you think is wrong?" Silva asked as she set the tools down before Andromeda. The ventilation hummed quietly overhead.

"Mm... Give it here…"

Silva obliged and extended her stiff hand. Andromeda caught her index in the saddle of her thumb and drew her close. As though she were a kite, or a flight of silk, rather than a several thousand-ton war machine, Silva drifted easily to her, even going so far as to kneel at her side. Gently, Andromeda laid her hand palm side up in her lap and tried to curl her claws inward. They didn't budge. She tried again and tilted a pierced, pricked ear towards Silva's hand. No sound of the tiny gears in the micro motors or the actuators, so it probably wasn't the wiring or the electronics, or Silva resisting her…

"Can you try moving them yourself?"

She did with a vague expression of discomfort—narrowed pupils, tightened armor, flatter eyes. Andromeda heard the motors whine, but nothing happened. Okay. Definitely not the electronics.

"Has it been getting tighter over time? Like, past couple weeks or days?"

"Yes, but I was able to manage it." Silva shuffled a bit closer on her knees. Even like this, she was still eye level with Andromeda.

"By upping the torque on your motors?"

Silva paused. Her eyes dimmed into a deeper crimson. A tell-tale sign she was sinking into her diagnostics. They brightened back up a split second before she spoke. "It appears so. I must've been compensating without realizing. "

Andromeda hummed with a bob of her head. "Mm. It happens. I think the screws in your joints got tightened too much. If they're not balanced when I reset them, they can get tightened or loosened naturally over time when you use your hands. So, my bad. But forcing your hand back open is probably what got it stuck."

"I see."

"Yeah, same rule of thumb as sex: if something isn't going when it's supposed to go, don't force it."

Silva stuttered out a staticky bleep of a laugh. "Noted."

Andromeda tittered as she pinned the two free-floating strands of hair dangling in her face back with a couple of bobby pins. Then she took up the drill, undid the chuck to slip the bit in, then redid it. With a series of clicks, she twisted the dial to lower the torque on the drill, then flicked the switch to spin the bit anti-clockwise. It sort of felt like a surgeon snapping on their gloves. In a way, it was.

Gently, she guided Silva's hand to lay as flat as she could get it on the workbench. Then she slotted in the bit, and, with the same delicacy a pâtissier placed their final shavings onto their work, squeezed the trigger until the drill began to hum in her hands. A little more, and there was a moment as it twisted against her, but she remained steady, and the screw spun loose. A pneumatic hiss of relief sighed from Silva's shoulders.

"Much better," she hummed.

Andromeda hurried and freed up the rest of her hand, gave it a quick kiss, and then let Silva relax her claws full against the desk. She gratefully curled her fingers up a few times before stilling again. Hm. She had a few nicks on the paint here and there. Her hands were always amongst the first to start showing signs of wear and tear, preceded only by her feet and foreleg.

"Now we just tighten them properly this time," she said. She picked up the screwdriver, and then paused. Then she set down her screwdriver and looked up at Silva. "Since I fucked it up last time, do you—Woah."

Silva was a good foot closer than she was a moment ago and watching her with a shiny-eyed expression.

“Hey, you,” Andromeda smiled crookedly. “Do you wanna do it?”

“No. It’s difficult for me to use tools that small.” She leaned forward and pressed her chevron to the side of Andromeda’s head. “And I prefer to watch you work.”

Andromeda’s smile grew into a beam. “Yes’m. I’ll do ya proud!” “I know you will.”

[lesbiandomesticity]

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[lesbiansimqueen]

Can you say more about what your first book is about? Very excited to read!

sure! here's the blurb !

When indominable water goddess Lorelei is forced to reunite with her long-lost love in order to save her best friend, she doesn’t expect she will have no control over falling for the handsome, seductive charmer all over again.

As the last remaining water goddess, Lorelei is forced to save her best friend from the all-powerful Guardian King by reuniting with the only woman who has ever been able to capture her heart. She finds herself falling the moment she sees the powerful charmer, Ash, whose ability to manifest Lorelei’s every desire consumes her body and mind, strengthening Lor’s abilities as one of the most powerful beings in the world. 

Ash doesn’t expect the love of her life to return to her decades after their first relationship, but when Lorelei seeks her out again, she finds herself lost in the beautiful, fiercely independent woman who has lingered in her mind and her heart since they parted. Together, they must forge a dangerous physical and emotional bond that will strengthen them both for the effort to defeat the king, and to save humanity from his ruthless invasion.

[undressrehearsal]

did u say you're writing a book????? please spill

yeah! I've been working on it for a long time now. Basically the short of it is there's a princess who's about to be crowned queen and feel suffocated by it. During her coronation she's kidnapped by a pirate crew who were hired by a neighboring kingdom to start a war (reasons are spoilers). So the princess goes on this journey w the pirates and starts to realize that she feels more free as a prisoner than she ever did as royalty. And in her experience she discovers all the ways the monarchy sucks and her kingdom isn't as great as she was led to believe

Oh and she falls in love w the pirate captain who's this sexy sarcastic butch lesbian

[queerpowerpointnight]

Ellen Hart’s Lawless Lesbian Mysteries

Here is my presentation on Ellen Hart and the Jane Lawless mystery series. Feel free to reblog this, repost this, use it any way you want! (The rest of the presentation is under the “read more” to save space, and click on the images for better resolution.)

Trigger warnings: discussion of homophobia, brief mention of suicide (in a fictional context)

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[puppywilliams]

fuck halloween

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first ever posted smut so im lowkey rlly nervous to publish this but i wanna test the waters..heres some halloween smut.

warnings: semi drunk reader, dealer ellie, fingering r/receiving, oral r/receiving, car sex, halloween party, vampire ellie, pirate reader, use of the word “daddy”

you were tipsy. colors colliding together from the lighting of shitty LEDs some dickhead placed in the corridor to make the party seem less boring than what everyone knows it is. you weren’t there for the party, or even the worst booze in town shockingly (considering the fact you’re always down to drink). no-no. you were here for Ellie. your girlfriend who’s trying to make some quick cash from selling.

you still dressed up, and so did ellie. even though you secretly knew she did it just to make you happy.

you looked down at your attire, wrapped in a cheap spirit halloween pirate costume. ellie was somewhere in this place that seemed Far too big to be a house dressed as a vampire.

you wandered until the knee high boots you thrifted made the soles of your feet ache.

after a few minutes of searching you finally spotted her auburn hair and the weed in her hand she was exchanging for a wad of cash.

you let yourself wander some more until she finished. it was a Rule. Don’t intervene in a deal, she didn’t want you to be linked to whatever she was selling, it was too dangerous, she doesn’t Just sell weed.

when she was finished however, you trotted over. not missing the way her eyes lingered over you. she placed a hand to the side of your waist, thumb rubbing over you gently.

“hey..” she uttered in That voice. the voice that made you know without a doubt you were gonna be fucked silly tonight.

you decided it would be best to play the ‘ditsy drunk roll’ even though you Both knew you weren’t that drunk. ellie knows you, and she knows exactly what you drink When you drink. never lets you take a sip out of anything unless She clears it. its another rule, one you follow like the rest. they’re all in place to keep You safe.

you stall for a second before answering. “hiiii..” you drag out in a voice that screams ‘please for the love of god fuck me silly tonight’.

she gives you a toothy grin as a response and leans down to nip at your neck. when her glued in fangs don’t let her get much access, she goes for the safe route.

“you wanna get out of here, babygirl?” she says staring at your body, already drunk on the way your figure looks in the costume. you give her a simple pleading nod and thats all it takes for her to drag you away from everything and out to her truck.

you fully expect for her to take you home, lay you down, and make you beg for the strap, but she doesn’t. instead opening the car door of the back seat, the hinges to her old truck squealing. she signals for you to hop in and gives your ass a little pat as you crawl up into the seats you’re Too familiar with.

she follows after and shuts the door, immediately ripping the fangs out of her mouth and licking at her teeth. getting used to the feeling of her mouth now being completely empty, and more so preparing to fill it with nothing but You instead.

she kissed at your neck softly, you whimper a bit before shes biting down fully and causing you to let out a sharp gasp. its an accident truly, ellie was a kisser. maybe even one to suck on your neck a bit and give you a hickey. but Never a biter.

shockingly however it doesn’t seem to last long, as youre both already so worked up theres no point.

while she kisses down your chest, her hands are running down your thighs, lighting a fire that runs all the way to your core.

its like shes picking you apart piece by piece each time to make you fall apart, normally its by the slowness of it that ellie has a tendency to lean towards, but not tonight, because tonight she isn’t wasting a single minute.

you prove yourself right as she rushes to rip the center of your fishnets open, making a sound of each twiddle of woven fabric being torn apart. shes looking down and groaning as she rubs your cunt through your panties, shes making sure she uses her two fingers at a slow pace, up and down. you gasp when she reaches your clit each time. all she does is look at you with a shit eating grin. it makes you wanna kick her teeth in a little. a wet spot now nice and visible down the center of the lace she picked just for You.

you can see the way her eyes roll back a bit when she spots it. “fuck baby..so wet huh?” she asks softly, but all you can seem to do is nod quickly. shockingly, thats all she needs tonight. normally she would make you tell her Exactly what you wanted, slap you around a bit to get you going, but tonight she simply pushed your panties aside, sticking in two digits into your heat and groaning at the wetness.

ellie had recently gotten finger tattoos, you had found a new love in watching them disappear as she placed them inside of you. you pulled up your dress and groaned as you examined the scene before you. “fuck…” you said to yourself breathlessly. ellie shush’d you.

“i know baby..shh i know..”

she wasted no time curling her fingers and hitting that spot deep inside of you that made your belly churn. “yeah baby..take it..its okay take daddys fingers.” she breathed out and you moaned like a pornstar with the way her thumb rubbed at your enlarged clit and her fingers pushed in and out of your pussy with ease from your slick.

“all this? over what? two fingers? god id think youre a slut but youre too damn tight for that...shit..so fucking perfect just for me and my cock, shh baby i know…” she adds on as she hears your babbling whines.

she removes her fingers from your swollen cunt, instead deciding to lean her face down and start kitten licking at your clit while she holds your panties to the side. using her free hand she held onto you leg, keeping you nice and spread for her while her tongue grazed over the swollen button. licking a bit farther down to your entrance before sinking it into you and curling it upward.

she rotated between a pattern of tongue fucking and sucking on your clit and sinking in two fingers while swirling her tongue around it. no matter what she did you were Out Of It. moaning so damn loud people inside could probably hear and predict your orgasm, maybe not as good as ellie, but theyd have a clue. it didn’t take you long before you were all dumb on her fingers and wrapping your fingers in her hair whimpering “‘mgonnacumpleasefuckpleaseellieplease” when you fulfilled your promise ellie was quick to lick what was left over, pulling her fingers out and moving upwards to put them in your mouth. feeling you suck on them she grinned at you. “thats my good girl”

[russiansappho]

My dear followers, I am one happy lesbian right now... I am crying... Thank you so much for your support and for making my novel an Amazon bestseller.

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[that-butch-archivist]

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[lesbiandomesticity]

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Aubade, by Amy Lowell

[glassgob]

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