Dr. Martens x Heaven by Marc Jacobs SS22 Collection
Dr. Martens’ latest collaboration with Heaven by Marc Jacobs creative director Ava Nirui puts a rebellious, ‘90s subculture-inspired twist on the classic Mary Jane silhouette, associated with girlhood for over a century, and a classic 2-strap sandal.
The feminine styling of both models is offset by their substantial platform soles – the 1.5-inch Bex sole on the Addina DS Bex, and the 1.6-inch Quad Neoteric platform sole for the Ricki Sandal – giving their silhouettes extra visual weight. Both models feature contrasting brushed metal buckles adorned with Heaven by Marc Jacobs’ signature double-headed teddy bear logo, and the Addina DS Bex model is finished with subversive double yellow welt stitching and Dr. Martens’ classic branded pull tab.
Since its launch in the summer of 2020, Heaven by Marc Jacobs has embodied nostalgia for the youthful rebellion of the 90s — a technicolour manifestation of a binary-defying, forward-facing generation. The latest collaboration with Heaven creative director Ava Nirui explores new ways to play with two DM’s silhouettes that capture the playful, distorted femme edge that defined the 90s — and still captivates today.
The Mary Jane silhouette has been reinvented and reinterpreted again and again since the early 1900s. An effortless slip-on style — often the first shoe worn by children worldwide. And frequently taken as a symbol of girlhood. DM’s have long been a wardrobe mainstay for anyone wanting to challenge conventional feminine dress codes. The new version of the classic T-bar silhouette has roots in the 80s — a rugged rework with durable welted construction and tonnes of attitude. From a traditional school shoe to a subversive staple. Paris runways, grunge gigs, Harajuku streets. And the new Addina Double Stitch Bex dials up the distortion to new levels
The Dr. Martens x Heaven by Marc Jacobs Addina DS Bex HMJ and Ricki Sandal will be available June 6th at DrMartens.com and select partners.
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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.
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