#Wilsons Leather

[nyc-looks]

Evelynn, 25

“My pants are from Street Grandma, my vintage leather jacket from Wilson’s Leather, my bag is 2000s denim hobo Fendi bag from Rebag, shirt from Djerf Avenue, leather shoes from Vagabond. Inspiration: all about the 90s era and minimalism.”

Mar 24, 2023 ∙ Midtown

[incessantlark]

role-reversal

[watmalik]

I wonder what she's up to *sighs*

[hemlock-dreams]

I am feral for the inmate!Peter AU! I've been thinking about it all day. Thank you for blessing our feeds!

Thank you so much for these lovely compliments! Super happy to infect others with this brainrot!

As if Deadpool would pass up the chance to cuddle up to the hot bartender. Even if it means wearing the stupid helmet.

[zegalba]

Maison Martin Margiela Tabi Ice Skates

[strangegutz]

Where are you from?

[bruciemilf]

I'm absolutely loving your akihiro posts (just saw your art of him and he's beautiful) I've got so many marvel men to read for mainly Jack of hearts, remy lebeau, genis vell, and noh varr but now I'm really tempted to also start reading for him.

I just love that little murder porcupine and I think D&W would’ve been 10x better with him there.

“Heard you were getting your ass kicked by Dr. Phil over here. Thought I’d come see it for myself. You smell like shit, by the way.”

Wade cackling. Oh, he loves this kid SEVERELY.

Turns to Logan who’s half shaking with dormant excitement because his pup is actually here, in front of him, and half anger, because his pup is here.

“Peanut! You CHEATED on me?”

“Shut your god damn mouth, Wade.”

“He let some brainwashed toy soldier murder my mom and abandoned me, if that helps.”

“Ok, wow, less funny.”

“That’s NOT what happened—“

Cassandra watches this like a Maury show episode, which would be entertaining, if it wasn’t so pathetic. She’ll let Juggernaut deal with it, thought. He’s been asking for new toys anyway.

Wade is very quick to pull Aki aside, — and to Logan’s surprise, his hellhound of a boy actually allows him. Eyes rolling and unimpressed, but allows it.

“LISTEN, Chemical Romance. You don’t want to fuck with Juggernaut, okay? We do NOT have the CGI guy here and — Hey, you!— yeah, you, tumblr user. Stop scrolling! You come back here and you read this. It gets really good.”

Akihiro doesn’t really know who his dad’s boyfriend is speaking with, but he does snort, eyeing that abomination of metal and muscle like he’s some kid playing villain.

“You’re afraid of Tiny over there? Seriously? He’s down in three hits.”

“Okay, are you SURE you’re not MY son? Because that’s fucking crazy. He’ll kill YOU and that super chic 80s sapphic haircut.”

“Alright.” Twin claws rip from his hands and Wade feels such a strange thing in him. That’s Logan’s boy, all right. “Maximum effort.”

Wade gasping dramatically and turning to Logan, who’s sat between a deep desire to grab Aki by the scruff, and feeling a chasmic pride when he tackles Juggernaut like he’s made of paper.

“OUR SON OUR SON OUR SON!”

“…Yeah, alright.”

—-

Aki ferally jumping on whatever’s left of Juggernaut’s head like a damn kid on a trampoline while Wade proudly records on his phone. “I think he’s had enough, sweet boy!”

[softcenteregg]

Grease era doodle page- or: "In Which Wade Does Not Think Things Through. Again." ❤️💛

[devilbearinggifts]

Can we talk about this look? Owen Wilson in this suit has me absolutely REELING. The unbuttoned shirt, the way the leather pants hug his legs?? His messy hair??

Imagine Mobius wearing this to a TVA holiday party. It fits right in with the TVA's whole 70s vibe they've got going.

Imagine Loki seeing Mobius in this

[simplecountryboy]

[a-leg-without-fear]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

bf and i are going as deadpool/wolverine to our friends’ halloween party. i’ll give y’all a guess as to who’s going as who.

(hint: i’m logan)

IT’LL BE AMAZING!!! i’ll be sharing pictures later :)

[forcedfemme-me]

Marie-Sophie Wilson - North Beach Leather

[taub-truther]

petition for Barry Klemper and Elliot Springer (or undergrad Wilson and Taub, whatever) to be crossover boyfriends who steal each other's clothes sometimes

(images of RSL via this post 🫡)

[pomegranateshrimp]

Greg House x Fem! Reader

Kinktober day 1: Boot worship

Summary: You had been extremely distracted, more or less hot and bothered the whole day. You couldn’t focus on any of your work. House walks into your office to check on you and notices you checking out his boots a little too long.

A/n: you have an office because, why not? Idk. It worked better. Also Ik this is behind schedule I’m really sorry I’ve been busy with family problems. Also I’m making my own list for kinktober bc I didn’t like a lot of the prompts sorryyy. Also this is kinda short.

Nsfw under cut

You were trying to focus your hardest on the paperwork you were doing on your desk. You hadn’t been all too present mentally speaking. You had your mind on something else. You couldn’t pin point why but for some reason you were just so fucking horny today. Probably had something to do with you ovulating. So horny, that in fact you couldn’t even do your job. Sure, you got the work done, but you weren’t at your best, and House could tell. You worked on the diagnostics team and were, admittedly, his favorite. He payed close attention to you whenever you did, anything really. He watched your every move like a hawk, and he knew when something was up, and he wouldn’t let it go until you told him. This time, it was different. Obviously you can’t just tell your boss you were super horny and that’s why you couldn’t do your job well enough today. You just had to hope he wouldn’t talk to you about it.

The universe just had to have a personal vendetta against you. You were convinced of it. Someone had opened your door and walked into your office. Without knocking. Only one person you knew who did that. House.

“Knock knock” he imitated the sound while looking down at you as you did your paperwork.

“What do you want Greg?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Not because you didn’t like him. You liked him a lot. You just didn’t want to spill the beans about how much you wanted to fuck him, and you knew if he pestered you long enough you’d either admit it or lash out on him. Neither one being good.

“Someone’s fussy.” He raises his eyebrows, comes into the room and closes the door behind him, leaning on it as he speaks. “What’s wrong with you today? You seem a bit… gone.” He makes a weird motion with his hand above his head.

“Nothing. Drop it. Im fine.” ‘Please leave now’ you thought to yourself. You couldn’t look directly at him but didn’t want to totally dismiss his presence either. You settled by looking at his boots. They looked new. Black and sleek. Doc Martens. Your state grew unknowingly as he stared at you.

“Really? Doesn’t seem like ‘nothing’.” He didn’t move from the door but shifted his posture, standing more straight than before.

“Why does it matter to you anyways?” You retorted back. You were being rude but it came from a place of good. All you wanted was for him to leave your office and for your day to be over so you can go home and finger yourself to sleep.

“It doesn’t. Until it affects your ability to do your job. Which it seems like it has. Therefore, it’s my business, and it matters.”

You didn’t respond, your eyes just moving between the paperwork on your desk and his boots.

“What’s wrong? I get dirt on them or something?” He sarcastically asked and pretended to inspect them.

“Oh, n-no.. sorry.” You were caught so extremely off guard by him noticing your stare. You moved your gaze back to the paperwork but because he wasn’t leaving you lifted your eyes every now and them to his boots.

“Hmm, let’s see..” he started “you’ve been bright red all day, unable to focus, and now you’re staring at my boots, and it’s certainly not because they’re dirty. Hmm..” he puts a hand to his chin and pretends to be in deep thought for a few moments before speaking up again, this time with a shocking ‘omg’ sound. “I got it! You’re horny.” He was now moving from the door and walking towards you.

“That’s— that’s ridiculous please I-”

“You sure? All evidence points to me being right.” He now stood in front of your desk, chin resting on his cane, looking back at your surprised, crimson red face. “I will say though, the boot thing definitely came as a surprise. Didn’t think you were into that kinda stuff.”

“Even if I am, what are you going to do about it? Or did you just want to know?” You rolled your eyes. There was a certain annoyance in your voice because you immediately assumed once he knew he’d just leave the room, but to your surprise he stayed.

“Gee I don’t know, you seem desperate enough to fuck a shoe! By god, I wonder if there’s anyone willing to let you get off by riding their new Doc Martens. Get on your knees.”

You were shocked by the change of voice from his usual sarcastic tone to a much more demanding one now, but you liked it. You needed him so much right now and he was just letting you have him. If this was a wet dream, you didn’t want to wake up. You got out of your chair and compiled to his demand.

“You might wanna take your clothes off first.” He told you and you threw everything you were wearing to the side, not caring about anything anymore, just chasing that high you so desperately needed. Without warning, he moved his boot in between your thighs, right up against your pussy. You gasped, moaning out and grabbing onto his leg, surprised by the suddenness of the movement. “Greg…”

“You’re so needy for me.” His raspy voice sending shivers down your spine as you began to grind on his boot. The silence of the room being rid of with heavy breaths from the both of you.

You grind on his leg harder, wanting to cum so badly despite how degrading the situation was. Riding your bosses boot in broad daylight, office unlocked. If anyone saw you…

The thought made your mind race, your breath picked up speed as your hips thrusted faster, aiming for more friction. You could feel yourself getting close, the lewd noises becoming louder and louder. “Greg I’m gonna—“ before you could even finish your sentence you came onto the boot, leaving it shiny with arousal.

“Lick it off.” The way he looked down at you was enough to give you a second orgasm. You hesitantly reached down and gave the shoe a slow, long lick, from toe to heel, looking up at Greg as you did so. You were extremely grateful that he had given you the satisfaction you wanted.

“Don’t let me see you getting distracted again after this.” He gave you a sly smirk and left the room.

[theboyisbckly]

organic fruit leather. eddie, we know exactly what you are…

[wothmzn]

Old piece of art I don't think I ever shared??