#heek

[yebikey]

Elisha Cuthbert

[hottiesbooted]

Romanian Fashion Influencer, Model & Instagramer: 𝒜𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 (@adina.tatiana)

October, 2020.

[toishiramitsu]

i think shes a little stupid but i love her lots

[epellucid]

via

[mrphotoprof]

[regu-1]

kicking and swinging my feet

Magnai Aymeric :]

[mikeladano]

Grab A Stack of Lego and Heels with Mike and California Girl!

Grab A Stack of Lego and Heels with Mike and California Girl!

GRAB A STACK OF ROCK…with Mike and the Mad Metal Man Episode 10:  California Girl AKA MarriedAndHeels! A very special episode today for you Lego lovers, music fans, and connoisseurs of high fashion!  I was planning on taking this Friday off, but then suddenly had the opportunity to tape an episode of Grab A Stack of Rock with good friend MarriedAndHeels on the west coast — also known as…

[allthingseurope]

Kamenice Gorge, Czech Republic by Lisa Heeke

[jakexneytiri]

Hey bbgurl 💕 could I request a dad Teyam fic where reader walks in on him playing dress up with the kids, just a fluffy situation 🤭💗

btw I will not mind if u give it a spicy ending 😏 if u want to ��️

✨😘LOVE YOU!!✨😘

-🐬

this is such a cute idea. YES. love you too hehe 💓

(i know it’s very unlikely for an olo’eyktan or tsahìk to not be wearing their garments, but jake and mo’at seem pretty understanding. and the kids are only borrowing it for a few hours!)

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

“me next, me next!” txonuk yells, tugging at the feather ensemble tsantu is sporting.

“careful, careful now.” neteyam gently says. “we have to take good care of these, grandpa was nice enough to let you borrow them for a bit.”

“but dad, i wanna have a turn at olo’eyktan!” txonuk crosses his arms, jutting his lower lip out.

“you will, txonuk. you just have to be patient and wait your turn, yes?” neteyam questions, ruffling the braids on top of his son’s head.

txonuk sits, still pouting. se’ayl approaches him with the tsahìk headpiece. “here, ‘nuk. you can be tsahìk!”

nima giggles beside her sister. “‘nuk is sa-heek!” she erupts in a fit of laughter, running to her fathers side.

txonuk scowls, holding an arm out to se’ayl. “no! i don’t wanna be tsahìk. i wanna be olo’eyktan!”

“okay, txonuk. it’s your turn now.” tsantu says, lifting the feathery ensemble off himself.

nima’s tiny fists ball up as she rubs her eyes, simultaneously yawning. “daddy? i sweepy.”

“you’re sleepy, hm? all right nima, come on.” neteyam scoops his youngest up, her head immediately resting on his shoulder as she yawns again.

you pull back the flap to your marui, slipping inside with the basket of fruits you’ve been harvesting all day.

“mama!” tsantu runs over to you, grabbing the basket so you don’t have to carry it over to where you eat.

you smile at your oldest, kissing his forehead before he walks off with the basket. “thank you, tsantu.” you glance around at your other children, and your mate. “whoa, what’s going on here?? you didn’t tell me the olo’eyktan and tsahìk were here!” you kneel before txonuk and se’ayl, signing an “i see you” to both of them.

they both erupt in a fit of giggles, making sure to sign back to you.

“we’re playing dress up, mama! grandpa said it was okay.” se’ayl explains, carefully removing the headpiece from her hair. “you try, mama! play dress up with us!” stretching on her tiptoes, se’ayl carefully places the headpiece on top of your head. she gasps, clapping excitedly. “mama, you look so pretty! daddy, look!”

neteyam is just tucking nima in, who’s out like a light. walking back over, he sees that you’re now wearing his grandmother’s headpiece.

and you look beautiful in it.

“oh, wow…” neteyam exclaims, unable to keep his eyes off you.

your mate’s gaze never failed to give you butterflies, even after twelve years of being mated with four children.

“well?” you question, smiling. “what do you think?”

before neteyam can answer, txonuk is handing him the feather ensemble. “dad, your turn! play dress up with mama!”

your mate chuckles, carefully taking the accessory from your son and sliding it over his own head.

you stand, and take a step back, admiring how good your mate looks in the garments. stepping closer, you circle around him, fingertips tracing along his skin, earning a shiver from him.

“this is a good look for you.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his as you smile up at him.

neteyam chuckles, kneeling on one knee as he kisses both of your hands. “my beautiful tsahìk.” he glances over at tsantu and se’ayl, who are taking turns yawning now. “all right, come on. let us settle in for the night.”

the rest of your children settle beside nima for the night, yawning as they close their eyes. you and neteyam kiss each of their foreheads goodnight, before tying the flap to your marui closed.

smirking, you pull your mate close, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“do you think we could make a small stop before returning this?” you purr, tail swishing eagerly behind you.

[pansyfemme]

Everybody knows pee is stored in the balls. For some, that's a chest. For others, well... Assc heek. Sometimes testecal

pee is stored in the heart actually. love is stored in the balls. common misconception

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Innocent Hiccup Incantation of Sorts

In some moments, when one gets a case, the other can't help but be amused, scheming an innocent play, just for a tad bit. But really, it's all about the right timing. For instance:

A chuckled at the comment. The flush evident on their betraying their attempts to remain nonchalant. The hiccups persistence were definitely distracting, but they did their best to compose themselves, getting back to work with the cooking.

"Thank you, dearest. It should be re-UCK'Ulp!-mmm…ready pretty soon. I just hope this little-hmp!hic-cuh'kl!-episode doesn't decide to act HUP!-up too much while we're eating."

"Don't jinx it," B chuckled, A chuckling along with them, whilst shaking their head.

"Right, right. No jinxing. Hrmk!-guh! Hopefully I can get some bre-HEEK! breather…while we're eating." A let out another sharp hiccup, their stomach jostled ever so quick beneath their B's arms.

B would tease them a bit. After a few seconds, they spoke. "Hiccup." As if waiting on cue for A to hitch.

A couldn't help but laugh at B's playful tease, despite their efforts to suppress it. A shook their head in mock annoyance.

"You mi-MMP!-mischievous little minx. Ooh, damn. Trying to get me to hiccup again, huh?"

As if obeying B's command, A let out a loud, deep hiccup, their stomach jolting beneath B's arms.

"Hiccup," B said it again.

Once again, B's command seemed to have a magical effect on A, as they let out another deep hiccup in response. A chuckled sheepishly, grumbling at the end, shaking their head before they spoke again.

"You know how to-Hmp!Huck'l!-mmm…get me every single time, don't you? You're a little-mmk!-lil' hiccup-whisperer, aren't you?"

"It's not me, it's your hiccups doing that. I can't tell when they'll come up." B smirked before, "Hiccup."

Yet again, B's command seemed to work its magic, as A let out another loud, deep hiccup. They rolled their eyes playfully, yet grumpily.

"Well, you're the one saying 'hic-'-CULGP!-hnn…like a magical incantation, and my poor belly-hmk!-keeps obeying your command. How is it not you?"

At that point, A decided to stay quiet, as if stopping for a moment out of guilt.

A breathed a soft sigh of relief, thinking that B had finally stopped with the little game. "Ah, finally, some reprieve…."

Suddenly, out of the blue, another deep "HMK!" escaped their lips, completely unexpected but somehow always expected.

"Ahaha!" B laughed out loud, a hand hover over their mouth. "I didn't even say anything!"

A huffed, but chuckled along with them, shaking their head in amused resignation.

"I know, I know. Hnk!Mmk!-oof…you didn't even say anything, and yet here I am, MMP!-still hiccuping like a cartoon character. It's ridiculous, really."

A patted their middle again, feeling the little jolts and jerks their hiccups caused.

"Hiccup." B said once more.

As if on cue once more, another deep hiccup escaped A's lips. They sighed in mock resignation, knowing they are powerless to resist B's little game.

"Oh, you just ca-UCK'L-can't help yourself, can you? You have to say it again…"

B muffled their incoming laughter, their face delved against A's back.

"You're relentless, you know HMK-uh!-you know that? My poor stomach is going to start com-complaining if you keep this up."

"Okay, okay, I'll refrain going further." In the end, B zipped their lips with a their fingers gesturing a zipper as they glide it over their lips, shut. B gave some rubs to tend their tummy and bring comfort in hopes to uplift the case a bit.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

odd duck just being able to hang out with bruce? enjoy eachothers company, maybe he shows her the wayne library

"Bruce?"

When you open the door and look up at him, he notices your pupils dilate just slightly as your lips part in surprise. And it made his heart flutter. "I heard you were in town," he explained, "So I thought I'd come say hello. See if maybe you might like to have dinner with me?"

"I-" you break off and glance hesitantly towards your suitcase, half un packed on the bed. A chaos of your coziest cardigans, a few blouses. And your favorite hoodie. Oversized and warm. Ready and waiting for you to dive into it and snuggle in with a comfort book and maybe some time playing a game. "I didn't really bring going out clothes," you tell him, smiling apologetically.

He smiled a little and reached up, gently rubbing some chalk off your heek bone with his thumb- he can see more on your sleeve and the absentmindedness of you not noticing it made your flustered little noise all the more charming. "Nothing fancy," he promised. "I thought I'd show you my library."

And he knows when you look up at him, interest and curiosity spark in your eyes, that fancy definitely wasn't the way to go with you. And he wanted more than anything to see you scampering around, following little rabbits down their holes, "Do you mind if I change?" you ask, stepping back to allow him to come inside to wait.

"You can wear whatever you like," Bruce said earnestly, watching you pick up a cardigan and a clean blouse, debating for a second on a different pair of jeans before adding them to the stack and picking up a clip to put your hair back up.

"If I go out like this Lois will never let me hear the end of it," you snort, stepping into the bathroom and locking the door.

Bruce smiled a little and pulled out his phone, ready to call Alfred and tell him there was a small change of plans. He'd coaxed you out with the promise of showing you his library. And with Dick at a sleep over, this was the best chance to maybe, possibly, convince you your feelings weren't really one sided- he just didn't know how to do it.

[elacular-kink]

Regarding "We've both got the hiccups" as a phrase I frequently obsess over, a mental image I really like is the person with the fetish being nearly paralyzed with embarrassment and practically hiding behind the person without, who's very embarrassed themself, but still having to (and willing to) do all the talking for their partner.

"*HIC-CULP!* Ah! E-ex–*hmk* excuse me! You'll re–*HEEK*–mmf! R-really have to exc---excuse both of us, *hup* we've both caught a nast–*eep* nasty ca–*uck* case of the hiccups. *hmp* B here's doing their be–*uck* best to keep quiet. *HIUK* NNhf! U-unlike myself it *hk* seems. *hmk* Excuse me."

...hm. Usually I don't like the word "nasty" as a descriptor, but it felt right there. Weird.

[saucyjothoughts]

One more lingerie Kris for all the naughty Boos out there. I like him in charge.

- ghosty👻

"Kneel for me," he purrs. You do so eagerly. He's gorgeous above you, long legs and fine hair and sharp cheekbones. The garter belt attached to his stocking perfectly shows off his waist, the straps curving over his ass, making the plump, round mounds of flesh even more delectable.

There's nothing containing his hard, large cock. No panties to speak of. His perfect balls hang free between his legs and he gives himself a few pumps just to keep himself hard for you.

You know your place, know what you're meant to do, how you should worship him. You kiss his feet first, contained in black high heels, working your way up stocking clad legs until you find your nose against his crotch, breathing in his masculine scent even as he's dressed in feminine pinks and lacy trim. A contradiction in creamy skin and strong arms.

You gaze up at the sheer bralette he wears, his nipples on show through it, the pink buds perky and hard, begging to be adored by your mouth. Instead he takes his long fingers and fists them in your hair, pulling you to his cock.

You open your mouth and the weight of his dick soon rests on your tongue as he pushes inside. Slowly, oh so slowly he fills your mouth with velvety soft skin and a rich deep smell. You take it all, down to the base, his fine pubes tickling your nose.

He moans and rocks gently on his heeks, surprisingly stable despite the hight. Maybe he should wear them on stage.

You focused on pleasuring him. You run your hands up his legs, feeling his smooth skin below the nylon, you squeeze his perfect round ass, full and gorgeous and oh so pretty when the others spank it red.

He pushes and pulls in time with your mouth, letting out small pants and moans as he fucks your face, his sheer lingerie only heightening the experience. He touches himself, one hand over his chest, then pulling his hair, then touching his ass while the other always holds you down. There's no question here who is in charge.

His cum eventually covers your face or squirts down your throat, wherever he wants to put it. He might be dressed like a perfect doll but you are his toy.

I am going insane over all the wonderful interpretations of this simple concept! I am drooling over this, thank you so much, 👻boo!

[circleswithincycles]

ONCE BEWILDERED SALVATION can i kiss you on the c heek

[itsallsternutation]

A Beautiful Blossom (1/?) (Original Work) (F/Enby)

Hello everyone, this is what I've been working on in the span before and the span after I made this blog, but didn't post anything. This is the first time I'm going public with this outside of a few other sneeple I met in other places, so please... 1. let me know what you think. I have a whole bunch more stuff like this already cooked up that I'm gonna post over the next few weeks 2. If you're on SFF, please go there at https://www.sneezefetishforum.com/topic/84545-bernis-burny-nose/ and let me know what you think there too : )

At some point in the next few days, I'm probably also going to post some picrews and character bios for my characters, so definitely be on the look out for those

Okay, I'm done now. Time to start.

-itsallsternutation

Part 1: A Beautiful Blossom

Ah, fall. 

Even before, fall had always had a soft spot in Sam’s heart, but now they could safely say it was their favorite.   All the hits were there. It was the season of their birthday, (September 29th) their favorite colors (red, orange, and yellow), and their favorite clothing (hoodies, sweaters, and cozy flannels). But now, it was also the month Sam met their favorite person in the world. They had known the sounds of fall for as long as they could remember: the crinkling of the leaves, the trees rustling in the wind, the peaceful quiet that all the other seasons just didn’t seem to have. However, now that Sam had met the love of their life, these had been joined by a few new sounds:

"eh…Eh…EH…EEESHIEW!"

Even before they knew it had come from her, Sam knew that sound. They knew it from the first day of their Freshman Latin class in college. The class wasn’t one of their cores (they were a skilled writer) and they knew it wasn’t one of hers either (she was a programming prodigy), but nonetheless, the stars and arbitrary graduation requirements aligned to put them together in that moment. They both had arrived early, albeit for completely different reasons. That was where Sam had first heard those beautiful sounds. Sounds like: 

*sniff* *sniff* “heh…"

And…

“hh-hh...hih-HEH…”

And the famous one of course…

“Heek-SHIEW!”

They hadn’t thought much about it, until they turned to their left and realized they inadvertently found themself next to the source. It was a girl. A pale one in a pink hoodie, with round glasses, and with dark hair tucked into a cute little beanie. The glasses were tucked onto a nose that was just as pink as the hoodie and just as little and cute as the beanie.  It was clear to Sam that she was having a bad time. There was a long string of watery snot dripping down her nose and she seemed deeply distressed about it. However, at the moment, she appeared to be too busy frantically searching her bag to be able to attend to it.

Startled with sudden realization, Sam reached into their pocket. Sam had never had any allergies, but everything else that seemed to make people sneezy or snotty seemed to affect them enough. Because of that, they had accumulated a collection of handkerchiefs and always made sure to keep one with them. The one they pulled out was big, plain, white. Sam wordlessly offered it to the girl along with a comforting smile. She visibly hesitated at first, but as she did, her look changed: her eyes narrowed, her head turned upward, her breath became a kind of congested, shuddering stuttering: “hh..huhg..gh..hgk…” As if by desperate instinct, she grabbed the hanky and held it to her face, but it appeared her nose was not yet ready to resume its newest verse: “hgk..geh…”

Until of course it was: “heh-EhSHEW! HISHOO! Ah-ASHOO! heh-Heh-HEH! EESHOOO!” Her nose then followed with a gurgling blow as a chorus, which in turn was followed by a semistifled “Hap-tshh”, and a soggy reprise.  When she had finally recovered enough to bring the hanky down from her nose, she looked towards Sam and began stuttering out an apology: “Oh shit! I-I-I’m…sorry. I didn…I didn’t mean to-”.

“Bless you. Don’t worry. Last time I checked, that’s what those were supposed to be used for.”

“I promise I’m not sick. I’ve just got…huh…HuhEshh! Ikshh! Sorry.” she tried to explain before being interrupted by two snotty sneezes in quick succession. 

“Allergies?”

“Yeah…” she responded with a nervous chuckle “Sorry…”.

She then tried to offer the hanky back, but Sam declined. “You look like you might need it more than me.

In response, she opened her bag, and began searching it again. This time she was quick to find the object of her search: a smaller handkerchief of her own with an absolutely adorable blue line pattern on it. “You can have mine if you need it. I haven’t used it yet,” she said with a snuffle. 

“Thanks,” Sam replied with a smile, “I’m not used to seeing that many other people use handkerchiefs.” 

“Me neither. My family is from Japan and apparently everyone there has one, but I grew up around here and I’ve never known anyone else who uses them.”

“You’re a local?”

“I’m in-state, but from here specifically. I was born and grew up about an hour from here. My parents are both doctors in the college clinic system,” she explained. “I’m Berni, by the way. Um…you should probably pick a different seat before class starts. I don’t want all my sneezing and sniffling to interrupt you. I’m just taking this class because I need the foreign language credit.”

“Nice to meet you Berni, I’m Sam. And don’t worry I think everyone is here for the language credit. Besides, ani mdbr abrit.”

“Huh?” 

“I already have a foreign language.” Sam explained.

“Oh, me too. Kafunshō ga kirai desu.” Berni replied.

“I know that was probably Japanese, but what did you say?”

“I hate hay fever.” she said with a groan as she began wiping her nose with Sam’s handkerchief.

“I had a feeling, but what did you say?”

“That is what I-”

But before she could finish, the professor began to speak. Despite Berni’s insistence, it was too late for Sam to move. Dr. Senex had already begun his first of many completely uneventful lectures.

Both Sam’s parents were alumni of the college and had many stories. Sam’s father in particular had more than a few stories about Dr. Senex in particular. According to him, Senex was a relic even thirty years ago. Since then, the professor had lost most of his vitality, hearing, and sight, but still kept his droning voice. Apparently during his “prime”, an English teacher who was 30 Dr. Senex’s senior described him as “the very same puny, inexhaustible voice our dear friend William spoke about when he received the nobel prize in literature.” The reason why his classes were so popular after all this time was that they were the perfect places for people like Sam and Berni who didn’t wish to invest too much of their time into language classes. 

Sam almost dozed off several times, but each time he was roused by another soft snuffle, another wet sneeze, another gentle “sorry”, or another gentle nose blow. Finally, just as he was about to drift off again, he was roused by a different sound, a whisper:  “If you already know a foreign language, why are you here taking Latin?” Berni asked.

“I don’t really wanna talk about that,” Sam whispered back. “If you already know Japanese, why are you here taking Latin?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about that eih…eh…Eih-EEIKTSHOO!” she began to respond before being interrupted by an extra loud, extra forceful, and extra messy sneeze. “Fuck…” she muttered almost fearfully.

A few of the nearby students turned to stare. However, it was mostly out of boredom or curiosity and not out of disgust. No one seemed like they particularly cared that much about the professor, who himself gave no indication that he had even heard the sneeze. One girl however, a tall redhead sitting nearby, responded to Berni’s sneeze with a hateful glare. When Berni realized this, her face turned red with shame and Sam watched as she quickly rushed out of the lecture hall, letting out fits of desperate sneezes as she did so. After she left, Sam realized that she had left most of her stuff, including her bag, a laptop, and, most worryingly, the handkerchief they had given her. With no real plan in mind, Sam carefully picked up the hanky and followed her outside.

Berni was not particularly hard to find outside the lecture hall, but Sam probably could’ve found her from the sound of her sniffling alone. She was sitting alone on a bench, wiping her itchy, teary eyes and her itchy, runny nose with the sleeves of her hoodie. She seemed too preoccupied to notice Sam, so they wordlessly sat down next to her and offered the same white handkerchief (albeit now a little soiled) and the same comforting smile (albeit now a little sad) as before. 

When Berni looked up to notice them, she let out a sound that sounded like an intersection between a groan, a moan, a sigh, and a sob before taking the handkerchief, pressing it to her nose, and blowing hard. The blow she gave was far more forceful than those she had done before. It began of course as a wet, congested gurgle, before transforming into a loud honk. With its great force, the blow was over in a few seconds. When it ended, Berni lowered the handkerchief to reveal a pair of itchy, teary eyes and a nose that was rubbed raw with irritation. 

There was a long silence between the two before it was broken. However, unexpectedly, it was the far quieter one who broke it first: “I’m so..thank you…thank you so much.” 

“Bless you.” Sam said with concern in their voice.

“I’m so gross.” she said with a sniff. 

“Rough day?”

“Yeah,” Berni answered as she wiped her teary eyes.

There was a pause before Sam checked their watch and realized what they needed to do next: “How about this? I think there’s only a few minutes left of the lecture, so how about we go in, finish it up, and when it’s done, I’ll take you to lunch somewhere quiet.

“I c..I cuh…Hhh-eISHuh!” she began before being interrupted by a sneeze she muffled into Sam’s damp hanky, “I can’t…”

“Why not?” Sam asked with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

“You’ll…heh..yeugh…you’ll hate me for…hehh-HeehHH-Heeiighh-SHhEIW!” she exclaimed, “You’ll hate me for sneezing and snorting so much.”

“I don’t really mind,” Sam said reassuringly, “And I don’t think anyone there is gonna mind either. No one really cares about that class anyway and everyone knows all the pollen around here is killer.”

“Lottie minds. She hates me already,” Berni sobbed. 

“Lottie?”

“My roommate. She gets mad at me. Says I’m gross and that my hay fever messes up her beauty sleep.”

“I think…I think I might have met her,” Sam said, perplexed.

“You did?” Berni asked with a sniff.

“I think she was in my history of journalism class. About yea high, red curly hair and freckles?”

“Yep,” Berni confirmed.

“But she…she just seemed so nice. How could she say something like that to you?”

“Because she’s right. I’m disgusting,” Berni lamented before blowing her nose wetly into Sam’s hanky.

“Right? Of course not. You have allergies. If you didn’t sneeze or blow your nose every once in a while, you’d probably drown!”

This humorous remark did a lot to cheer Berni up, and she let out a cute giggle that sounded much happier than before. “You don’t mind that I’m such a sneezy, sniffly, snotty...heh-HESHIEW!...very sneezy mess?” Berni asked with a cute snort as she wiped her dripping nose. 

“Of course not,” Sam reassured. “Don’t I’ve had plenty of friends with allergies, so I know what I’m getting into. Heck, I’ve been known to be a bit sneezy myself. Why do you think I had that handkerchief with me?”

“Do you have hay fever too?” Berni asked sympathetically.

“No. I’ve got rhinitis, but it's more of the nonallergic kind.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that a bunch of things that aren’t allergy related makes me sneeze. Smoke, dust, strong smells, spicy food. Pretty much anything under the sun ironically including the...ah..choo! Ashiew! Hep-Chiew! Including the sun!” they said with a laugh “speak of the devil.”

“Aww,” Berni cooed as she grabbed the handkerchief she had given Sam and used it to wipe the snot on their nose, “that’s gotta suck. I have to say though, I think your sneezes are a lot cuter than mine.”

“Eh, I could take it or leave it. It doesn’t really bother me that much.” Sam explained with a chuckle. “I have to say though, I actually think I like your sneezing better.”

“What?” Berni asked surprised, “Why?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you later. Tell you what, if you come back and help keep me awake through that snore fest of a lecture, then I’ll tell you over some lunch. My treat.”

“Okay,” Berni said with a smile, “It’s nice meeting you Sammy. Thank you for…thank you for helping me.”

“No problem Bern” Sam said with a laugh.

As Sam and Berni quietly snuck back into the lecture hall, neither knew this beautiful –and very sneezy– fall day would blossom into a wonderful, blooming bond. Berni would give Sam a new reason to love their favorite season, but little did Berni know, Sam would give her something even better.