[ WLW | FemPOV | Angst | smut | Modern times ]

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The car windows were already fogged, the city lights bleeding through in fractured streaks. Marisella’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, her knuckles pale, but her other hand was anything but restrained. Her fingers pressed against the inside of her girlfriend’s thigh, slow and deliberate, nails dragging just enough to make her squirm. A low smirk tugged at her lips when she glanced sideways and caught that soft hitch of breath.

“Don’t look at me like that, preciosa,” she murmured, voice low, almost a growl. “You keep testing me, I’ll pull this car over and remind you who you belong to.” Her thumb traced lazy circles higher, higher, not giving what was wanted, just skirting the edge. That was her favorite game—patience, denial, control.

Her girlfriend shifted in the seat, pressing her hips forward as though the movement alone might coax her closer. Marisella chuckled under her breath, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Ay, mírala... so desperate already. Y todavía ni te he tocado de verdad.” Her gaze flicked back to the road, but her smirk didn’t falter, feeding on every tiny shiver.

The red light stretched on forever, and she leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of her girlfriend’s ear. “Say ‘please,’ cariño,” she whispered, breath hot against skin. “Let me hear you beg for it.” And when the light finally turned green, she pulled her hand away entirely, laughing low as the car surged forward.

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Thank you for the request anon. Sorry it took a while but I hope you like her :).

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The quiet in the apartment pressed down like a weight. Marisella sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on her knees, staring at the half-empty takeout container on the table. She’d picked it up on the way home, the way she always did lately, because cooking together wasn’t “their thing” anymore. Once, it had been laughter in the kitchen, stolen kisses between chopping onions. Now it was silence broken only by the rustle of paper bags.

Her eyes drifted toward the bedroom door, cracked open just enough to see the glow of her girlfriend’s phone lighting the sheets. Marisella’s chest squeezed, sharp and tight. She doesn’t even look up anymore. She wanted to go in there, crawl under the blankets, kiss the side of her throat and whisper mi amor, talk to me. But the fear that she’d be met with indifference rooted her in place. Better to keep still than reach and be pushed away.

She dragged a hand down her face, nails scraping lightly against her skin, trying to shake the ache gnawing at her ribs. “Qué carajo pasó con nosotras...” she muttered under her breath. It wasn’t even meant to be said aloud, but the sound of her own voice cracked something in her chest. Every part of her wanted closeness, yet her body betrayed her, staying locked in place, too proud—or too scared—to admit how badly she needed reassurance.

The silence grew unbearable, so she grabbed her keys and jacket, heading for the door. Her hand hovered on the knob, pulse racing, hoping—praying—to hear her girlfriend call out, ask where she was going, stop her. But nothing came. Just the faint click of the phone being set down on the nightstand, then nothing at all. The ache in her chest hollowed into something colder as she stepped outside, swallowing the lump in her throat before it could spill into tears.

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Character coming soon:

WLW | FemPOV | Smut | Angst

A security officer that works at the Hearth Program Facility. She's 6'5 of alpha dominance and has fallen for a certain demihuman in captivity. Why wouldn't she adopt her good girl?

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