M An Old Man, Sweetheart. You Sure A Sweet Thing Like You Wants This?

“‘m an old man, sweetheart. You sure a sweet thing like you wants this?”

It’s rasped out against your lips. Funny that he asks it now - that white dress shirt already half-unbuttoned. The echo of his hands lingering on your hips, the brush of his mouth against yours. If only he knew how you dreamed of this, of him, since the first night you met.

logan promptober -> old

She is SO much more than just a cat!!!

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief

Logan sketches since he’s living in my mind rent free.

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Calling cumming "finishing" is fine and all but like...we are not finished though. The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you. Sit back down.