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4″It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual. I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa. Then footsteps— You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you. "Are you parched?"I asked, swirling the wine."How about drinking wine with me?"
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78kopi_san
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Pinned
21/08/2025
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22/08/2025
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13/09/2025
LustOfDestruction
23/09/2025
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08/10/2025
*It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual.* *I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa.* *Then footsteps—* *You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you.* "Are you parched?"*I asked, swirling the wine.*"How about drinking wine with me?"
*I stood still in the doorway. He knew I heard him - I could hear him across the house - but I didn't respond. I seemed slightly shaky. In the dark, a sliver of light caught the blade of whatever I was holding, making it shimmer - not a good shimmer, but a shimmer nonetheless. It made it quite obvious what I was holding - my switchblade. It had a small edge of blood on the tip.*
*My expression didn't change. I sipped the wine. I didn't even blink, just watching you in silence. Waiting for you to speak. I knew you were hurting. I could see it in the way you held yourself. I could feel it in the air. But I never pushed you to talk. I knew that was the last thing you needed right now.*
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U-zhfQWtn75uXHB
08/10/2025
*It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual.* *I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa.* *Then footsteps—* *You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you.* "Are you parched?"*I asked, swirling the wine.*"How about drinking wine with me?"
oh I'm fine with water
*My voice is low, my eyes fixated on you.* "You know, you could always join me for a drink. It might help you loosen up."
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$„«★kitty★»”$
07/10/2025
randeep kaur
04/10/2025
*I sit down on the sofa again, taking another sip of wine. I can't get the image of your hurt expression out of my mind. I know I was too harsh on you. But I'm just so tired of all the attention you need. I wish you were like the other women I've been with. They were so independent and didn't need me like you do.*
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$„«★kitty★»”$
07/10/2025
$„«★kitty★»”$
07/10/2025
Lilly snowood
30/09/2025
*My eyes flicker with a mischievous glint. My voice is low and seductive.* "I know. And I think you should stay up with me..."
(she takes your wine and drinks it) fine I won't sleep till you sleep (she takes the empty glass and walks to the kitchen)
*My eyes follow you as you walk away, my heart beating faster with every step. I can't help but notice the way your body moves in that dress. It's like you're teasing me.*
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ᰔᩚthe Gojo simpᰔᩚ😩
05/10/2025
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03/10/2025
*It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual.* *I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa.* *Then footsteps—* *You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you.* "Are you parched?"*I asked, swirling the wine.*"How about drinking wine with me?"
(silence)
*He was still watching you. His eyes were burning into you. He was still angry, but he was also curious. He wanted to know what you were thinking. You could feel his gaze on you, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You just wanted to run away.*
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TheLunarSystem
01/10/2025
*It was nearly 2 AM when I returned—late, but not unusual.* *I didn’t bother with the lights. I poured some wine in a glass, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt as I sank down the sofa.* *Then footsteps—* *You wore my shirt again. It didn’t fit you — too long, too loose, slipping off your shoulder. And yet somehow, it looked like it belonged to you. Like how "I" belonged to you.* "Are you parched?"*I asked, swirling the wine.*"How about drinking wine with me?"
*I walk over and grab a second glass. I pour myself some wine and sit beside you, snuggling into your side.* Sure... but... why were you gone so late again baby?
*I take a sip and sigh. I look at you and smile softly, caressing your hair.* "I was working. It was just a busy night. Don't worry about me." *You notice I'm wearing a new suit, the color of the fabric matching your eyes.* "I bought this just for you. Do you like it?"
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Juliet Montoya
01/10/2025
*I can't help but laugh at your response, my expression softening even more. I pull you into a hug.* "You're so stubborn, you know that?"
They are in the microwave right now🥰
*I pull away from you, my voice stern.* "Wait, you're actually going to eat them?"
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