and ooh, yeah it’s making me uneasy. now i hear sounds in the hallway. rocking chairs are moving on their own. i’m falling for you so much so that it’s freaking me out. so much so that it’s freaking me out.
below the cut are all my current muses, all open and available for threads + plotting. primary occupations are listed for each, but can be changed for the sake of a plot. list subject to change as add or remove muses! PLEASE DO NOT LIKE THIS POST.
going through my likes is so funny bc there’s some stuff from back in december, and then it’s just mass amounts of my budding k*pop obsession as it hit right along with the pandemic to Cope
logan had never wanted kids. with the career he chose for himself, he knew he wasn’t capable of being anyone’s father. her mother had been a friend of a friend that he fucked one time. that had changed everything. he knew he could never abandon her and her mother. so he married her. bought them a house. he thought that providing financially for lennox was enough. clearly not. he has been home for the last six month, but never made the effort to get to know his family. too busy setting up his new store. now that he was retired, he needed to have another form of income. most people would try to build the broken relationship. but logan thought that even if though he wasn’t around while she grew up, he still demanded her respect and obedience. he was still the head of the house. “no, reasonable would be letting your ass be taken in by the cops. next time try using your brain and not stealing at all.” he spat out. talking to her as if she wasn’t his daughter. not that he ever saw her as that. dark eyes watched as she got up on the counter. lower half of her body completely bare for him. his eyes trailed down to her exposed cunt. taking in the sight of the beer bottle disappearing inside her. his cock twitching inside his pants. “yeah, it proves that my kid’s a bimbo slut who is willing to use her body just so she can get out of trouble.” he took a step closer to her to the point his body was pressed right against the sides of the counter. “keep those legs wide. wanna see you take that bottle deeper in your cunt.” his hand gripped her knees as he forced her legs even further. “pull that shirt up too. wanna see those perky tits bounce.”
he had never been around her entire life. period. he had never really tried to be her father even from the other side of the world – or wherever the bloody fuck it was he had been her entire upbringing. if logan thought he could just roll in here now that she was twenty-five and try to be her dad, to assert any level of authority over a grown-ass woman who didn’t even live in his house, then he was sorely mistaken. “no, you’re totally right,” lennox rolls her eyes before continuing, “making me fuck a beer bottle is the next step down after calling the cops. just paying for it is probably about seventh on the list, right?” like was this guy for real? what did they teach these dudes in the military? public humiliation at all costs? not that lennox hadn’t done worse back in undergrad, but alas. “a bimbo slut?” she repeats incredulously, unable to help laughing despite the beer bottle she was riding. “god, your generation thinking every woman who spreads her legs is a bimbo. how sad,” she sighs, spreading her knees wider as she was told. “bet you don’t even see me as a daughter, do you?” lennox asks, hands finding her t-shirt and pushing it up above her breasts. unsure if not wearing a bra that day had been a blessing or a curse as the cool air of the store hits the sensitive flesh. “you’ve wanted to fuck me since you got back, haven’t you? that why this idea popped into your head so quick?” her hips start to move faster as she says this, not bothering to wonder if perhaps taunting him was a bad idea because she was certain there was some truth to her words. she starts to force the bottle in deeper now, a breathy groan falling from her lips. “you’ve just been waiting for your chance, i bet.”
