#grease and pearls

[anika-ann]

Hey beautiful ❤️

My apologies in advance cause I’m about to bug you with my “Pearls and Grease” rant. This artwork of yours sits stubbornly in my mind and in my heart and I love every bit of its unshakeable presence❤️

I’ve read couple a wonderful and indulging Steve fics after devouring Steve and his uptown girl but none came closer to my obsession with yours masterpiece 🥰❤️ only if I could transport myself into their world 🥰

I have been redoing my bedroom for past couple months and came across some amazing stuff and guess what? The first thing that came to my mind was Steve’s and his girl’s tiny house that they had christened with their passion and love.

The first gift from Steve ❤️ its small but full of their love and just perfect for both of them and she turned it into a home.

I have also imagined Steve’s bedroom where they initially lived and she added some of her touch in that space.

I know, I knowwwww 😂 you must be thinking I’m crazy 😂 well, I certainly am. I’m Steve’s crazy ❤️ what can I say that man has my heart.

I have yet to read the latest Steve fic you updated on his birthday.

Thankyou so much for writing Steve with so much love and softness. ❤️

Much love and hugs ❤️

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR REACHING OUT, you beautiful human 😍

Especially to tell me that a fic of mine was one of your forefront thoughts of yours during your life event???? Oh my dear. I sat on this ask for a bit and I am yet to figure out to accept it and reply without sounding unhiged 🤭 Because to know a sotry of mine still impacts your life somehow? 🥺 we are all Steve crazy

I absolutely adore the aesthetic and I can attest to Steve and his uptown girl doing their absolute best to make their small space tehir home, filling it with love. Be it their room or their apartment 🥺

I ADORE YOU for this and I don't even have words 🥺 also I hope the renovation-redecorating went well and you're happy with the result 💕

Thank you so much for reaching out and spreading kindness 🥰

May your August be sweet!

[bogusbyron]

More stex art sorry theres so much i forgot to post... ive got a few instagram requests in here x

ill probably be posting my designs for the components next...???

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Grease 1978

[snoopers-gonna-snoop]

Black and white photography aesthetic 🎞️

[captainmvf]

Part 14 of my StEx brainrot doodles.

[solsticeswackstuff]

The Socs Headcanon sheet

:readmore:

Notes about the headcanon- I know the Socs are canonly mean to each other but my friend decided for the sake of our sanity they are mean as a means of protection for themselves. Outside of the public, they have a familial relationship. This is an AU where the socs are very close and for some reason, Dot is the kicker for the football team

Susan-

She has a notebook full of letters to herself and her mother that she writes when she is frustrated or insecure- no one has read it or attempted to

Susan in the group dynamic oldest daughter

In the car, Susan has the aux

Susan does ice skating

Pearl, Peg, and Susan met in etiquette classes

Dot met Susan at rich people's dinner parties (the best kind of bonding)

During the parties, Dot and Susan hide upstairs

Rosemary met Susan through the local kids' softball league

Susan pretends to hate all the socs girls but she loves them

Susan and Pearl bake together

Susan and Peg kill the spiders

The only recipe she remembers is lasagna because she was forced to take a cooking class and it’s the only thing she didn't burn

Can balance books on her head because of a posture exercise she used to have to do and now it has become a source of entertainment at sleepovers (the record has been nine)

Pearl-

Everyday Pearl writes letters to the rest of the socs and puts them into the socs' lockers

Pearl is the dad of the group (is Rosemary canonly her sister? I think so)

The group buys Pearl a lot of grill dad merch

In the car, Pearl sits in shotgun or drives

Pearl skates on roller skates and skateboards

Pearl and Peg are childhood friends

Pearl loves baking desserts to give to the socs sometimes with the letters

She makes birthday treats for the group as well. (She’s more sneaky with Susan’s treats because she knows how her mom is about eating)

Pearl has never forgotten a birthday

Dot and Pearl live to do stupid things to annoy Rosemary

Pearl’s favorite music artist is Atlas

Whenever Dot gets confused Pearl will pull her aside to explain

When Pearl goes missing she’s usually sleeping in the weirdest place in the most awkward position

Rosemary-

Rosemary is the wine aunt

Everyone gets piggyback rides from Rosemary

In the car, Rosemary is in the back listening to her music while just sitting there watching the chaos

Rosemary cannot ride a bike but she can surf

During softball, Rosemary and Susan started their rivalry that still exists

Rosemary met Dot at a park when they were kids and they have been very close ever since

Rosemary goes for walks that can last up to 2 hours every day

She cannot cook for the life of her

Likes scented candles for some reason. Like REALLY.

Dot and Rosemary have a weekly movie night

Has the healthiest sleep cycle of the group

Rosemary hates meeting people taller than her

Hates music that isn’t on her playlist

Rosemary is a witness to everything strange Dot and Pearl do

Dot-

Is the younger sister of the group

the kicker for the football team for some reason

She has her varsity jacket from football

In the car, she always sits in the middle

Dot curses at Peg when she thinks no one is around to mess with Peg

Somehow can ride a motorcycle

Dot helps out with costumes for the next play

She would die if she had a Baja blast

When the group goes to a gas station they lock Dot in the car so she won't waste all their money on candy

Dot hides under tables when there is a spider around

Her favorite music artist is Hobo Johnson

She gets TOO invested in movies

Dot is the Group armrest

She gets on Rosemary’s shoulders to yell at people

TREE CLIMBER KID

Scooters frequently

The reason she is on the football team is because one day she showed up to practice ATE UP

The team loves Dot not only because she scores but also because she does tons of shenanigans with them

Dot works out with the football team

Dot barging into the locker room: PULL UP YOUR PANTS THERE'S A LADY HERE

She has a changing stall that is decorated for her by Buddy and Wally

Buddy and Wally yell at Neil to be a gentleman whenever he says something pervy when Dot is around

Pre-Game dance parties sponsored by Dot’s Alcohol

Peg-

Peg is the middle child of the group

She had a lisp that only comes out when she is angry or speaking too fast

In the car, she sits in the back with Rosemary or drives

Loves chocolate ice cream an ungodly amount

Peg can drive and skate

Peg and Pearl met as kids around the same time Dot and Rosemary did

Anyone who talks bad about the socs Peg will beat them up

Peg can pick locks

Enjoys DIY and building stuff

Peg is very good at soccer

She owns a chicken named Barthanew

Star Trek enthusiast

Frequently suffers attacks and pranks from Dot

Dot and she have an ongoing prank war

Is dramatic as a thespian

The only one in the group who likes seafood

Peg frequently shotguns random things- the group will just be walking around after going to the gas station and Peg will just shotgun whatever she has

Group Headcanons

They regularly have sleepovers

During the summer they do monthly road trips

One time Dot and Pearl wanted a chocolate dessert wrap they found online at 3 am during a sleepover, but they didn't have Nutella so they used chocolate sauce. They didn’t taste good and when Dot went to wash her hands she put the sandwich in the sink and got covered in soap, they reference this event every time any of the Socs eats chocolate. (based on my experience)

Pillow fights happen every sleepover

The group goes to Ikea to pretend to be a divorcing family with Pearl and Susan as the parents (they lost Pearl briefly in Ikea before they realized she was just asleep in one of those tiny twin beds for five-year-olds)

They BLAST Hobo Johnson in car rides

They all LOVE Miss. McGee and buy her presents for dealing with them

The group takes a lot of group photos but something always goes wrong for example Dot has never looked at the camera, a bird flies through, and/or they all fall somehow

Susan’s Mom once signed them all up to be camp counselors…chaos ensued

During sleepovers, the socs girls will take photos of each other with random phrases on them

They had a slam poetry night, Peg’s was about the Mango Juul Pod

this is the wrap\/

we worked very hard on this any interaction with it is much appreciated 💛! thank you!

[alwaysbepositive]

The Only Bad Boys I Love ❤️😎🚘

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

BARRY PEARL

BARRY PEARL

1950

Barry Pearl is an American actor. Pearl was born in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, US and was raised by his mother, his aunts and maternal grandmother. His family is Jewish and he enjoyed eating his grandmothers cooking. When he was aged nine his mother enrolled him in tap-dancing classes and his desire turned to acting. He started performing in plays and at the age of twelve he was in a production of Oliver! To pursue an acting career, he and his mother moved to New York and stayed in a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan, she slept on the sofa and he had the bedroom. He started his acting career in 1961 on Broadway.

            He has been married three times and is still happily married to his third wife. Today he teaches film across America to those who have special needs.

            Pearl is best known for playing Doody who is one of the T-Birds in the film Grease (1978). Doody is remembered for being Frenchy’s boyfriend, criticising Kenickie’s car, his plastic squirt gun, and mooning the TV cameras. Even though his real name is never revealed, in the theatre production it is Ronald Dell and in the novel it is Donald. Pearl said that before production the actors were taken to a prop trunk and told to pick out anything they wanted for their character and he picked the squirt gun. He said he picked it because he loved squirt guns when he was a child during the 1950s. He stated that working with Olivia Newton John was a delight and they remained in contact, he sent her an email a week before she died in 2022.

            Pearl has appeared in Grease (1978), The Munsters’ Revenge (1981), Heartbeat (1985), Alfred Hitchcock Presents (1985), Growing Pains (1986), Murder, She Wrote (1987), They Came From Outer Space (1991), Beverly Hills, 90210 (1991), Baywatch Nights (1996), My Favorite Martian (1999), and Baywatch (1999).

#barrypearl #grease #grease1978 #doodygrease

[blunderpuff]

yes, capital punishment is something we should strive to abolish

HOWEVER

when a straight couple does a couple's halloween costume together and the woman goes all out and looks great, but the man puts in minimal effort and looks mostly just like himself and not like he's in a costume...

that is a reasonable exception

[sidonius5]

𝒜 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝒶 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝓡𝔂𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐨𝐧-𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. ℳ𝓎 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝐓-𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃. 𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒'𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐨𝐧-𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒���𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜.

[anika-ann]

For Dirty Game, can I please request K, R and W for Grease and Pearls Steve.

I miss them. What are they upto these days.

I love you Anika.

Helo sweet nonnie 💕 Sorry for the delay in replying this lovely ask 🥺

I am astounded that you still remember Grease and Pearls 🥺🥰

What we do need to know is that these two are still definitely and completely in love. Mechanic Steve is whipped and he would fetch his (formerl) uptown girl the moon and stars if she as much as sugegsted she wanted them 🥺 And for their kiddos too 💕 But he also loves corrupting her a bit, because she gets so gorgeously flushed every time...

So. Dirty headcanon game:

K - kissing Steve very much enjoys the fact he is the only ne who really kissed her and he's trying hard to kiss her for all the days when she hasn't been kissed. From full make-out sessions when it's possible to sweet pecks to her cheeks or nose (he loves the was she giggles) and her eyelids and forehead. He adores her face, alright. That said, he also loves trailing his kisses lower, from her neck down, down, and down... and he certainly stops to thoroughly appreciate certain areas 👀

Rest is under cut, because it gets a bit more explicit.

Those areas? Yeah, it's her breats. He could spend a forever or two with those. So soft... and she lets out the prettiest sounds when he's showering them with attention and she just wants him to move on, begging in her sweet voice. That said, he also loves making her swear when he's eating her out okay.

As for her, she mirros his affection often. She's more affectionate with her hands, but she finds kissing quite pleasurable too. Lips, cheeks, hands, a little left from his sternum where she can feel his heart beating strong for her. And she knows all too well what the sight of her lips, especially with pretty lipstick on, does to him when they're wrapped around him. She's always been a quick study.

R - routine The truth is, that especially when they were still trying to save enough money to live on their own, living at Colonel's and Natasha's, they didn't have much choice but to plan their sexcapades. But. That doesn't mean Steve (mostly him) didn't try to initiate sex outside of those scheduled times and because he has eyes and his gilr is gorgeous to him.

Despite loving hearing her voice her pleasure, there are sometimes moments when he simply cannot keep his hands to himself even when they are not alone in the house. At those time, well.

He'll start by wandering hands sneaking under her skirt as she's folding laundry to the closet, making her giggle, until she turns around, meets his eye and sees how dark they have become.

"Steve, we can't-" she whispers urgently, a sweet edge to her scolding as he already feels her succumbing to him when he run his fingers over her clothed core and kisses her protests away, backing her against a wall.

He'll tease her too, whispering to her ear as he pushes the fabric aside, a dark breathless chuckle when he finds her all ready for him.

"I think you're just playing coy, doll, look at you, so wet for me..."

"Steve-" she whines when he pushes first finger in and then, she has no inhibitions.

He'd take her slow. Once he's satisfied with preping her - he'd never ever hurt her - he'd just push in, slowly, reveling in every inch, thrusting into her at torturously lazy pace until she's a babbling mess, begging him to speed up instead of dragging his cock along her needy walls.

"Steve, Stevie, please, please, please-"

"Shh..." he's shush her deviously, hand over her mouth, "keep quiet, love, you said it yourself... we shouldn't be doing this, we can's have anyone hear you... or maybe we should stop-"

She's shake her head wildly, kissing his palm, pleading eyes on his as he smiles.

"That's my girl... you wanna come, sweetheart?"

A frantic nod, a breathless whisper of please...

And he's keep his pace just a little bit longer until he'd give them both what they need.

-

Anyway. Once they have their own house, they christen it thoroughly and once the kiddos arrive, there's zero planning. They just take the opportunities as they go.

W - water They are big fans of saving water, but after that one experience when Steve nearly broke his leg slipping, they avoid that. At least the full act, that is. No problem with either of them getting on their kness or getting otherwise creative.

She once blatantly refused his suggestion to do it in a pool at a her boss' garden party which they had been invited too, but Steve had a lot of trouble walking when she was promenading around in tiny bikini. He absolutey wrecked her the moment she was asked to bring extra bottles of wine and he so gratiously offered to help her carry it.

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Thank you so much for asking, nonnie 💕 You're the sweetest ✨

[camyfilms]

GREASE 1978

Men are rats- listen to me, they're fleas on rats; worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite. 

[the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard]

Apparently I can't forget about them no matter how hard I try, so here's a little bonus fic for my military!AU

Summary: With C.B. still on mission overseas Dinah has to deal with throwing a New Year’s party with her friends without him, while he has to deal with some fireworks of his own.

[eyesxxyou]

First Smoke 🚬

💨・・・l. howlett x fem!reader

rating. m

word count. 2.5k

synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.

warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, smoking, shotgunning smoke, dubious consent, dry humping, spanking, a bit of toxic relationship dynamics, logan is not a good person, not edited

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

You’ve always been attracted to Logan Howlett. From his strong build—broad shoulders, the fine lines of veins on his arms—to his carefree disposition. You liked the way he carried himself, confident, lumbering, like his dick was too big between his legs. You especially liked his belts. The thick, worn, leather. The large buckle was always either silver or bronze, engraved with a design.

It was a worldly lust, one you shunned for many years growing up. One you tried to pray away. A test from God to see if you could remain devout. And for a while, you were doing so good. You kept your left for him down, you prayed for the strength to face him everyday.

And then he offered you a drink.

You were back the next day, and the next, and the next. All with the promise of great pleasure and even greater corruption. You prayed every night for forgiveness and went back to commit more sins, more atrocities against your body. You never let Logan take your virginity, but he did penetrate you with his fingers nearly every day. You’ve seen his erect cock, long and thick, 8 to 9 inches of solidity, while he jerked off while fingering you. He came on your belly, just nearly missing your cunt.

You sat like a pretty, little doll in Logan's garage in white stockings with flower designs on them, a white dress dotted in lilacs that went down to your shins, a white cardigan you knitted yourself, and your iconic mary janes heels. You fiddled with the pearl necklace sitting delicately on your collarbones while your heels clicked and your cardigan fell slightly off your shoulder.

Logan was shirtless, the muscles of his sweat covered back flexing as he rummaged through his toolbox. He was beautiful, sun-kissed, pants hanging low on his lips with that thick belt of his. His hair stuck slightly to the nape of his neck.

After a moment, he grunted, closed his toolbox, and reached into his pocket for a lighter while going over to grab a cigar. He placed the thick thing between his lips and flicked his lighter.

“Isn't that dangerous, Mr. Howlett? Lighting a cigar around grease and oil and gasoline?” You ask softly, watching him take a long drag before blowing the smoke. He looked at you with a quirked brow. “Don’t worry about it, doll.” He sat down on an old chair across the garage out of the sun, fingers motioning you over to sit in his lap as you always did. He loved you in his lap, your frame so pretty on top of him, the way you squirm.

Your eyes flickered to the open garage door, rolled up all the way to let the waning sunlight in. “I can't, Mr. Howlett. Someone will see us.” And that someone will recognize you as the pastor’s daughter and inform your father that you were caught in his lap. Canoodling with not only a man, but a man twice your age. He’d never let you out of the house again.

Logan glanced out of the door. “Nah, we’re hidden behind the bike.” A lie that fell too smoothly from his lips. You both were in the corner, in the shade. Eyes would glaze right over your bodies. No one would notice you two unless they were truly taking the time to look. People rarely ever did.

You seemed to calm a little at his words and carefully made your way over to his little corner where he lounged. Logan offered out a hand to keep you steady as you hiked up the skirt of your dress a little and straddled his thighs. You placed your hands on his chest to balance yourself. You liked the hair on his chest that led down his rock solid abdomen. There was a single vein leading down below the belt.

You looked back over your shoulder at the open garage door, eyeing the street as a car passed by. Logan noticed the worry pressing wrinkles to your face, the doubt in your eyes and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him instead of the street. Smoke came out of his nose slightly, “stop worrying.”

He took another long drag of his cigar and watched with amusement as you eyed the thing curiously. “You don't want none of this, baby. It’s too strong for you.” Logan’s hand stroked your thigh through your stockings. Your lips unintentionally formed into a small pout. You were used to being told no in your life, but Logan never did. You liked the freedom that came with being with him, even if that was at the expense of your soul. You were making dealings with the devil.

Logan sucked up smoke into his mouth and grabbed you firmly at the back of the head, pulling you in to press your lips to his. He blew the smoke between your lips and let it fill your mouth and billow down your throat. Breaking away, began to cough into the back of your hand.

“I told you; too strong for a little babydoll like you.”

The taste lingered on your lips and in your mouth, smokey, bitter. How could he possibly enjoy this stuff? He smoked and drank like it was nothing but you had remained abstemious your entire life, you weren't accustomed to the taste yet. More importantly, your lips had tasted his lips. He had so suddenly stolen your first kiss from you.

You whispered to him, “that was my first kiss.”

“Oh baby,” Logan leaned forward, chuckling softly. “That wasn't a kiss. I can show you what a real kiss looks like.” He took his cigar from his mouth, enjoying the way you shuddered as his prickly facial hair brushed against your cheek. He kissed you because he could, because he wanted to, because he knew if he didn't steal your first kiss from your delicate hands, someone else would. He had to take everything from you, be your first everything, possess you wholly.

You were awkward, squirming, unsure of what to do with your mouth, your tongue. Logan held you by the hips, pulling you ever closer, tasting of smoke, whiskey, and bad decisions rolled into one. His tongue pressed to yours, tracing and exploring every crevice of your mouth. He was not gentle with you. You were no child, you could handle it.

Your lips tasted like a medley of fruit from your lip balm and toothpaste. You were fresh, clean, so terribly pure that every lick of his tongue against yours, every orgasm he drew out of you dirtied you in the mud of sin. Your hands were clawing at his shoulders, your hips pressed down into his lap with the help of his hands.

Another car went past and you leaped away from his kiss, panting. “Someone’s going to see us, Mr. Howlett. My father will kill both of us.” Logan didn't seem to care all that much. He pulled the skirt of your dress up and pulled you down until your body pressed flush with his. Your little cunt pressed right to the large buckle of his belt.

He reached between your legs and found a weak spot in your stockings, jabbing his finger through and ripping the lacy fabric through the middle to access your pretty center. You were wearing another pair of cotton panties, white, with a little bow on the front. “Mr. Howlett.” You whined at your ruined article of clothing. You’d never be able to explain it to your parents. “Listen to me. We can't, not here.”

“We'll be fine, doll.” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. Logan was so much stronger than you, his hand forcing you to press yourself down onto him, your cotton-covered clit catching along the design of his buckle. You gasped, shuddering, your eyes growing heavy. Your hands on his shoulders, rubbing his chest. You weren't like you were before. Timid. Afraid. You were scandalous in a way you never thought you would be. You took the time to grind your hips against his buckle, finding just the right ridge to play with your clit.

How he's tainted you.

Logan leaned back, smoking with a serene smirk while he watched you take your pleasure against his belt. It was quite the show. Your fingers against his solid chest, your eyes fluttered to a close, the way you humped him almost like a desperate bitch in heat. Dulcet moans passed your lips like a song, silky and sweet with a touch of depravity.

“Oooh– Mr. Howlett~” You liked all the bumps and ridges of the design on his buckle, the way it all tickled your pussy at just the right spots and angles. Logan stroked your hip with his free hand, smoking with his other. You were all whiny and squeaky, already falling apart in his lap. He’s made you something monstrous, disgusting. And you liked it.

You were soaking through your panties. Any other time you would have been humiliated, the sin of your lust. But oh, you were hitting all the right spots and you couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing in your ears. Someone could have walked right into Logan's garage and witnessed you pleasuring yourself on his belt of all things and you would have hardly noticed.

Logan, thoroughly amused, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it into your face. You felt a little hazy, whining a little. “Stop.” He did it again, smiling and chuckling lowly as you squirmed. “I can get the whiskey out again, doll. You seem to enjoy yourself better when you’re drunk.”

You shook your head. “Nuh uh, let me– let me keep going. I'm…enjoying myself– just fine.” You squeaked as you found a little nub to rub your bundle of nerves across. You could feel everything as if you didn't have any panties on at all. Your underwear stuck to your cunt like a second sink, so thin that it might as well not be there in the first place.

You were a sensitive little thing. Getting you to cum was an easy task. A few clicks at your clit, a few dirty words in your ear, and you were melting into a puddle in his lap. This time, you were doing it all by yourself, showing off all you had learned. But there was nothing quite satisfying about that. Logan liked his unwavering control over you.

So as you teetered towards the edge of relief, Logan grunted, “Don't you cum until I tell you to.” There was a warning hidden behind his voice. There would be consequences if you disobeyed. You were used to obeying, you just found a new master to serve. 

You cried softly. “No, no, no, ‘m so close,” you slurred, rutting your hips like a wild animal. Logan tapped his cigar off the side of the chair before placing it back between his lips. “Don't you dare, doll.” It threatened unknown possibilities, an infinity of punishments. “I’ll march you out into the street and finger you in the front yard. Everyone will see you for the slut you are.”

He’d never actually do it. Logan would like to keep the sight of you cumming to himself alone, but the threat was enough to keep you at bay, to keep his firm control over you.

You shook your head wildly, still rubbing and humping, tears pricking your eyes. “No, please–” You wept at the thought of being ousted from your community, disowned by your family, made to be some shameless whore on the street. A man like Logan would never marry you. He'd never make you his wife. He liked playing with the hearts of little girls like you, who didn't know any better.

So you try your best not to cum with tears streaking your face, tears that only make Logan harder. You look so pretty when you cry. Partially from pleasure, partially from fear, maybe some pain. Your legs trembled with the weight of an orgasm denied.

You went like this for 2 orgasms. Your pussy rubbed red and puffy through your panties, a wet patch on the crotch of his pants from your dripping cunt. “I can't! I can't, Mr. Howlett.” You were sobbing hysterically. Your entire body shook violently with your next orgasm that rushed you like a freight train and came with a hot flash throughout your entire body.

Logan watched you cum on his belt, pussy pulsing and rubbing. You almost went cross-eyed, how cute. Your cheeks were dripping wet with salty tears he could just lick right off your face if he so desired. He liked seeing you cry, liked the way you sobbed like you had no sense.

You were panting, aching, nearly fell right off his lap if he didn't catch you. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. Please don't take me to the yard. My– my family will never look at me the same.” You murmured out your words, still crying like a baby.

“I ain't gonna take you to the yard, doll.” Logan, thoroughly amused by your panic, guided you to lay over his lap with your ass facing the open garage door. “I am gonna give you a spanking though.” He smiled at the whimper you let out; his hand flipping up your skirt to reveal your ripped stockings and soaked through panties.

You were reminded of when you were a little girl, in your father's lap when he would spank you for doing something bad. You wiggled and writhed with anticipation, fingers gripping his thigh. Logan soothed his hand over the soft skin of your ass as he gripped great handfuls of flesh into his palms.

The first one came with a great ring of skin against skin. You yelped, lunging forward. More tears, more childish crying. Logan rubbed the spot where he spanked you to soothe the pain. “Quiet down. You don't want anyone to get curious, do you?” You shook your head with feverish intent. You couldn't have anyone looking this way, watching you get spanked, reporting back to your father.

Logan raised his hand and brought it down against your other asscheek. You bit your lip to stifle the sob that threatened to leave you. You did the same when he spanked you again and again, biting so hard you could taste the metallic beginnings of blood.

In total, Logan spanked you 15 times before he deemed it enough and let you up. You were shaking like a startled dog, your once neat, pinned up hair now ruined, your dress wrinkled, your stockings ripped. You were a beautiful mess. His beautiful mess. He was ruining you.

“Come here, babydoll.” Logan coaxed you towards him as he put out his cigar in the ashtray nearby. He took you by the hips and pulled you back into his lap. You were so small and meek, you didn't even fight.

Logan brushed your hair out of your face, carefully fixing it back up with various bands and clips until it looked reasonably neat again. He was gentle for once, taking your chin in between his fingers, and he kissed you. He was tender with that too, licking the blood from your bottom lip with a smile.

Logan always had a habit of destroying his favorite toys.

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These doodles and the crossover in general is at least a year old by now but @wysteriaisapenguin and I have been messing with Miitopia again and have a fully casted game of Starlight Express characters!

We’re stilling playing with it and working on story and designs but this is just for our own enjoyment. ^^  We’ll be happy to share more in the future.

[solsticeswackstuff]

hey y’all, over the past month my friend and i have been compiling a list of headcanons and a large amount of memes about the socs (mainly dot bc she’s my hyperfixation). what would be the best way to post it?