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Otto and Atticus: Unduction

Okay, so, I talk so much about my own induction failures and imply Atticus is just as immune to hiccups as myself so why not finally write about it?

CW:

Lots more belching than I've ever had in a story, from Atty.

Frustrated and gassy.

Otto just innocently accidentally inducing.

Hiccups from sparkling water.

Bloated belly-Atty

Scar mention-top surgery

Casual alcoholism mention-in jest

Fast hiccups

Hiccups that get worse

Detailed description of a hard-on and a penis' actions

Atticus' thoughts on genitalia

Clit stimulation mention

Humping

Writer's note mentions farts but farts aren't in the story proper

Longer more detailed descriptions of arousal and acts to solve that arousal

Hairy bellies

Attempts in failed inducing including spice, carbonation, burping, fake hiccuping, breathing erratically, and abdominal manipulation

Hiccups cured by orgasm

It was midnight. Atticus sat forlorn at the kitchen table. They were shirtless, only wearing their sweats. Otto had gone to bed a while ago and the writer had been bored so had, once again, decided to try to trick the elusive hiccups out of their diaphragm's much too tight control over their breathing. They didn't attempt to induce too terribly often anymore, but they did get a wild hair now and then about it, a wonder if they were still impervious as they used to be to hiccups.

Otto knew anecdotally of Atty's attempts but had never witnessed them himself. They were far too embarrassed to do this in front of him. Heck, they were too embarrassed to do this in front of themselves but, being that their disassociation hadn't gotten to expert level yet, here they were witness to all of their most shameful attempts.

Atticus has started innocently enough on the couch. The writer had been reading some hiccup fic by someone else on a community they were a part of. They'd grabbed a cold sparkling water from the fridge and chugged a good portion of it. They tried quickly gulping and the belching to entice some sort of acidic imbalance or glitch in their phrenic or vagus nerve. They held their throat wide as they drank, feeling the burn of the bubbles coat the soft tissues of their esophagus.

From there they performed all sorts of maneuvers. They took in breath in a widened throat and belched it out over and over and over again. They panted, still keeping their throat widened. They stopped breathing after exhaling entirely. They faked hiccups both loudly and silently. They palpated their abdomen under their ribs. Frustrated and leaving their shirt on the couch from having gained access to their soft fuzzy belly during their administrations of attempts at inducing, they headed to the kitchen.

They took the rest of their sparkling water with them as they pulled hot sauce from the fridge. Pouring the hot sauce on a spoon, they quickly downed the spicy liquid with a wide throat and followed it up with more sparkling water.

For a moment it felt hopeful. The sensation at the back of their throat was thick and tight like Otto had described having before getting them. But after a few more belches nothing came of the trials except for a feeling of gassiness and a sore throat.

The writer, defeated and dreading the indigestion which would follow, lay their head on hands folded over each other on top of the table and groaned.

This is how Otto found them as he slipped into the kitchen after waking up with a dry throat and finding his water bottle empty. At first, he didn't know if they were asleep or not as he surveyed the nearly empty bottle of sparkling water, opened bottle of hot sauce, and spoon haphazardly sat next to it upside down with a small ring of hot sauce leaving a mark on the surface of the table.

"Um, should I ask or ignore...all of this?" Otto said, testing their consciousness.

Atticus' head bolted up at the sound of his voice, eyes wide and hands suddenly smacked against the table in surprise as their face put on a distinct expression of being caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. They had started to doze off when the clockmaker had arrived.

"Um...um..." Atty stuttered, frowning as they attempted to put anything together about the situation that wasn't their obsessive desire to get a case of the hiccups. They then let out a long belch, diaphragm doing its due diligence in bouncing the air helpfully from their stomach without fuss or rebound, "BRAAAUUUUUUUURP!"

Otto chuckled as his partner covered their mouth sheepishly. Then he narrowed his eyes, brain catching up with the significance of the carbonation and spice and the mild look of guilt on Atticus' features.

"So...I'm guessing it didn't work?" Otto asked.

Atticus shook their head, face flushing slightly.

Otto's features grew soft, then. He sat down across from the writer.

"You really want them, don't you?" he asked with genuine care.

Atticus sighed.

"Yeah, man, I really do," they said, speaking for the first time since he'd found them. Their voice was hoarse and low from the hot sauce and carbonation acid. "Just...I want to feel what they feel like. I want to...see my belly jump. I want-I want to try to talk through them. I want to feel my body shake. I...nngh...I know it's silly. Most people try not to get them."

"You're not most people," Otto reminded them. As Atticus groaned, he added, "Which is why I like you."

"It's just...why is my diaphragm so fucking efficient?!" they blurted.

Otto guffawed, throwing his head back momentarily.

"Well," he said when he recovered, "some of us were blessed with highly argumentative diaphragms. We all have our gifts. I'm glad I can share it with you, at least. And, who knows, maybe one day you'll fuck up your body in just the right way to get a case of hiccups whenever you want. But until that day, I'll gladly be your proxy hiccuper. Hell knows I've fucked up my body enough for the both of us!"

Atticus smiled and shook their head with exasperation.

"Well considering I have no immediate plans to become an alcoholic and abuse alcohol until I'm hospitalized..." they said.

"Extremely wise decision, zero out of ten stars, would not recommend. The shiny coins and crappy coffee they give you at the meetings aren't worth it," Otto said with a decisive nod and a decent amount of dark humor.

"But, hey, shiny coins..." Atticus replied weakly.

"I know I know, it's a hard decision between shiny coins and a healthy pancreas and liver but I think you made the right choice, bud. Besides, dodgy diaphragmic control isn't always guaranteed."

"Ahhh, yeaaah, valid point," they replied with an amused huff. Then they reached over, grabbing his hand lightly.

"I'm sorry," Atticus continued. "I know this is silly."

"Listen," Otto replied, rubbing their hand with his thumb, "I might not understand why you want to get hiccups so much, but I can guess it's because they arouse you and you want to feel what you're aroused by in your body. I can get that to a degree. Getting hiccups is...well used to be, I guess...so uneventful to me. Can I...do anything to, um, make you feel better?"

Atty tilted their head with a small smile.

"Maybe get me an antacid? That sparkling water and hot sauce is kind of fucking up my insides right no-UUURAAAUP!-ugh!" they replied rubbing their bloated belly with a wince.

Otto chuckled again giving one final rub of his thumb to their hand before getting up and retrieving the medication.

"Guessing you want just regular water?" he guessed.

"Yeah, that sparkling shit can fuck right off! Useless bubbles," Atticus muttered.

"You mind if I finish it, then? I came down because my throat got dry and my water bottle was empty," he asked as he sat the glass of water in front of the writer.

"Have at it, man," Atty said, downing the water and medication with a wince.

Another large "EEERRRAAAAAUUUP!" exploded from the small person as they put one of their hands on their stomach when it expanded before expelling the air.

As Otto took a swig, he startled a little at the sound of it, swallowing the bubbling drink as he stifled a laugh. And, really, the couple should've anticipated this event. A drink meant to induce hiccups in a person impervious to them imbibed by a person fairly prone to getting hiccups should've been a red flag of happening.

But to be fair, they were both quite tired and Otto hadn't had a significant hiccup case in nearly a week. A little sparkling water shouldn't have immediately set him off. But that scoffing laugh certainly didn't help.

The first few hiccups were squelched as the clockmaker was still in the process of gulping water. But he made a face and held his chest as the Lngk! Nngk! cluster charged on into muffled hiccups he swallowed. When he looked up at his partner he was met with an annoyed incredulous face.

"Seriously?! It took you one fucking swig? One damn gulp?" Atticus said with frustration.

"Sorr—y I—wasn't—even—try—ing to-hm'mgk!-get the—them!" Otto said, struggling with the rapidness as he frowned with a fist over his mouth as his body continued to jerk rhythmically to small, muffled squeaks.

The deluge of hiccups halted briefly to a modest burp before continuing.

"You don't have to rub it in!" Atticus exclaimed, which made Otto laugh despite the abruptness of his case. "Great. And now I'm turned on, too!"

"Oh—yeah?-hng'ngk!hm'mgk!Himpk!-uh," Otto asked waggling his eyebrows.

"I mean...are you, like, in the mood? It's midnight and they're really fast..." Atticus said, squirming in their seat a little.

Otto shrugged.

"If you-urngk!-are then Hngk! I a—am!" he said. "I do-ngk't think they'll la-Hilngk!-st lo—ong!"

Otto unconsciously licked his lips as he stared at them from underneath his browline, eyes a little hungry even while sleep hung to his lashes and his lids were lightly blushed and swollen from having woken up.

"Aw jeez," Atticus muttered as they watched his head jerk in with every one.

The couple ended up on their tried (and tried and tried) and true couch. Usually, Atty would straddle Otto's belly (which he'd made very accessible by removing his shirt). But with how bloated their stomach was, they discussed wanting to lay on top of him on their back instead to give all of the gas still pent up in their abdomen room to shift as they got off.

"Can I-hngk!-rub your bel—lly?" Otto had asked when he saw how swollen and round their stomach was under surgery scars. It took Otto until this point to realize how bloated their partner was from their induction attempts. The writer really had tried very hard this time.

"Uh...yeah," Atty said after a moment of consideration to the role reversal.

"Jee—eez, it's so har-hngk'l!-hard!" Otto commented as his thumb pressed down on the peak of air under their ribcage. Atty groaned in response.

"I think that's-nng-my line hu-UUURAAAAUUP! Oh! Man!" they said after they blew the air expelled out of their mouth. Their hips were slowly gyrating to Otto's trembling belly beneath them.

"Heh-hng'l!Hup! W—was that Hukkle!Hulp! a h-hmp!-iccup?" he asked at the spasm he'd felt under his fingers.

"No..." Atty said, trailing off as they grabbed Otto's thigh below them, it already raised at his knee's bend, and slowly started humping it in desperation for stimulation. "Kinda...it's...um...it's like one but it doesn't lead to any more? I think it's just what the diaphragm is supposed to do when it's irritated? Sort of shove at the stomach to push the gas out or something. Gawd, man, you've got them so bad!"

The writer was understandably distracted by Otto hiccuping right beside their ear and feeling every soft cushioned jerk in their partner's abdomen, jiggling along with his spasms as they laid on top of him.

"It's the, um, closest I can get to experiencing what they feel like, though hu-UUUUHAAAAUUUP!-guh! Thanks for pushing that one out!" Atticus said to Otto's thumb adding more pressure to the same place it was before.

Otto's hiccups were getting more intense with him becoming more and more aroused to Atticus' reactions. He hissed between hiccups as he started to lower the waistband of his short over his hardening penis. He had to stop rubbing Atty's soft, fuzzy stomach to do so, but it was worth feeling the pressure from the fabric of his shorts release from the organ's growth.

"HU'UGK!-H'URGK!-mm! Oh! H'IRGK!HULGK!H'MILGK! They d—do feel a H'UR! lot li—ike a hi-HI'LMP!-hiccup. Gaw—awd! HNGK!NGK!HU'ULP!-uh!" he said as his arousal continued to climb.

"Yeah, I like see-oof! Nngh! I like seeing my stomach jerk when they happen. Ooh! Wait, Otto! Don't...don't touch yourself, yet! I wanna-wanna see you...it...wait a sec," Atticus put a hand on his forearm and could feel him panting into their ear with a whine.

It had taken a while for Atticus to be normal about Otto's penis. They'd never really been particularly attracted to penises, honestly. No sexual organ was something that aroused them particularly and, thus, they remained impassively curious about things like penises and clits (despite paying attention to their own) until they had a partner who had a penis.

For the most part, it was still a body part that held no intrinsic value to the writer. It existed and it looked a little weird and that was that. Over time they'd appreciated stimulating it to see what it did to their partner, though, and they gained respect for the organ in a peripheral sort of way.

They'd read something on a forum they had to know was true or not. Someone claimed when he hiccuped his dick jumped in time when he was hard. So, they stopped Otto from satiating himself so they could watch.

To their delighted amazement, Otto's erect penis did jerk ever so slightly to each of his hiccups. They found themselves laughing.

Otto huffed beside them, deep gulpy hiccups clicking in the back of his throat.

"Are y-HLNGK! laugh-HINGK! at m-ILPK! pe-HIP'K!-nis?!" he asked gruffly.

"No! Fuck! No! It...it jumps every time...every time you...you hiccup!" Atticus hurriedly explained. "It's...it's kinda hot."

"Ca-HULPK!HILNGK!-uh, beli—ieve you ne-HILGNK!HULK!HU'UCK!-uh, mm, never HI'ULP!HILK! no—noticed that HMK!HMMK!HMMMK!-uh, before!" he said as his face crinkled in the sensations of arousal without stimulation to get off.

The feeling of Atticus humping his thigh was driving him absolutely insane. The writer unintentionally edging him was making his hiccups all the harder.

"Can HM'MMK! Can I-HI'URRGK!HI'ILP!HU'ULP!HUP!HNGK!-uh! HI'URK!HI'ILK!-UUH!" Otto asked desperately as his fingers twitched toward the swollen member.

"Huh? Oh, gawd, yeah! Yes! Sorry! Gawd!" Atty struggled to say.

Otto's arm had wrapped around Atty's back and now, as one of his hands was busy with finally servicing himself, he trailed fingers down the fuzzy happy trail of Otto's soft fleshy belly and pushed an index finger at the waistband of their sweats in permission.

Atticus looked down at the sensation and grunted with a nod as they lifted the elastic band and let the digits find their engorged clit, their mini penis, in the nest of pubic hair. The writer was always surprised how much focus Otto could have during these moments where his body was completely out of control in two very big and expressive ways, but he was cognizant enough to purposely service Atty and pay attention to their arousal.

If they thought about it more, they'd realize Atticus' arousal played a direct role in Otto's. The more aroused Atty became the more aroused Otto became. So, it ended up being very much like second nature for Otto to seek out ways to increase and intensify how much enjoyment the writer got.

As it was now, they were both in the throes of orgasms. Otto's hiccups had started to elongate with his moans between panting breaths.

"HU'UUUUURK!-guuuh! HU'ILLLNGK!-H'NNNGK!-UH!HUH!MM!" Otto vocalized as Atticus' desperate pants and whines accompanied him.

With throaty vocalizations they both finally relaxed, spending a few moments twitching against the residual stimuli brushing against the live-wire sensitivity of their privates.

Otto panted free of hiccups as his hand lingered in Atty's pants and on top of his penis for a moment before he retracted them slowly, a grunt from Atty as he withdrew from them. He rested one of his hands on his bare chest, running his fingers lightly over the hair there. The other hand he rubbed on his partner's belly in comforting motions.

During the arousal Atticus' belches had accompanied his hiccups. They were sharp, pushed out by their clenched body.

Writer's note: *pushes against the curtain of the 4th wall until they finally find the separation in the fabric and comes out on the stage disheveled.* Hey all! Just a note here. I'm not really into farts, but I just wanted it to be known that Atticus probably did fart during this. It's only natural, but I just didn't mention it. If you are into farts and you want to imagine that happening, go for it. I just...wanted you to know that. Just to keep the realism of it all. Okay. I'm done. Just...gotta find out how to get back in...gimme a second...heh...got it! No, I found it. Curtains just...are very deceptive, okay...have fun with the rest of the story!

Otto rubbed Atty's belly, then, in hopes to help calm their stomach down from the gas he still felt bubbling inside it.

"You good?" the clockmaker asked as he grabbed a lungful of air and let it out.

"Yeah, mmph!" they said and squirmed onto their side, slowly disengaging themselves from Otto's thigh in the process.

Atticus snuggled their face into the crook of Otto's neck as they felt their stomach contents calm down with the new position.

"You?" they asked. "They got pretty violent there for a little while."

"Yeah," Otto confirmed as he rubbed their shoulder. "They didn't last long, though. I'm good."

"Mmm," Atticus hummed, hot breath leaving their mouth onto the surface of Otto's collarbone. Their body spasmed again and another airy burp left their mouth, hotter breath on Otto's skin. But when he waited nothing else followed.

"You really are built way too efficiently," Otto said with amusement. "You're so close to actually hiccuping."

"Bane of my fucking existence," Atty agreed with a grumble.

"Maybe one day, sweet wordsmith," Otto said softly.

Atticus chuckled at the term of endearment.

"From your mouth to my diaphragm's ears, beautiful clocksmith," Atticus joked.

Otto poked Atty's stomach as they twitched with the tickling sensation.

"Hear that, buddy? Better start acting up or my partner is gonna make themselves sick trying to get the hiccups," Otto said, antagonizing their diaphragm.

"Okay okay. Let's go to bed now, man. I'm exhausted," they said as they swatted Otto's hand away.

"Alright. Love you, little writer," he said.

"Love you too, big clockmaker!" they replied.

[writingforfishes]

Otto would love to go to Mini Con with this dude. Do you KNOW how detailed miniature grandfather clocks can get? Not to mention tools for miniature stuff would most likely be very beneficial to have for watches!

And as long as Otto's diaphragm behaves, I'm sure they'd both have as fun of a time as you could have at a miniature's convention.

"nobody wants to go to Mini Con with you man. there are no hot chicks at mini con" "im worried i can only go to Large con, im kind of a big fella"

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Bah ha ha ha ha!

Atticus coming off as well-rounded and charismatic is such a genuinely bizarre thought! It's even more ridiculous considering Atticus is basically me with a mustache and the ability to get paid for writing.

But cool! (I probably do write them so much cooler than me, honestly.)

But REAL. Atticus can't fucking get hiccups. And I think the next fic I'm going to go into it how annoying they find it.

(Enoch having super-fast hiccups does things to me...that smart dweeb needs to be comforted while hiccuping and be assured it's okay! I love Cael and Enoch so much, y'all!)

Does Enoch ever hiccup? Or is he just like an Atticus?

He can under certain circumstances like coughing a lot or laughing a lot (things he tries not to do, he'd rather throw up) they're the kind where you can't even get a word in so he doesn't like to induce or anything like that.

it's rlly funny to try and compare because Enoch is a hapless nerd with unnerving hobbies and interests without a drop of rizz and Atticus is so nice and well rounded and charismatic to me?? Comparing this show dog to a dirty nervous rat I found in the alley

Also funnier to refer to someone who can't hiccup as an Atticus LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE!

[writingforfishes]

Question, will Bran, Otto, and Atticus ever meet? Or are they in separate universes?~

I feel like for some reason it'd be interesting to see them interacting with each other.

I have absolutely given this some consideration. The answer is, perhaps.

If anyone has ideas of how they could see them inhabiting the same area, let me know.

The most obvious one is at an art gallery. I feel like all three of them would find their way there. A coffee house is a second no-brainer on somewhere they'd all end up naturally.

As far as Bran becoming part of the Otto and Atticus story, I'm not sure. I think crossovers and cameos could be amusing, but I also want Bran to have a much fuller lore and be way more developed before I put him up against such developed characters with rich histories.

Bran has been great rp fodder, though. I'm learning a lot about him from silly little role play activities. As he's not based on any specific character or person, it's gonna take a little longer to solidify his personality and history.

Thank you for the ask!

[writingforfishes]

Just thinking of hiccups...

Round hiccups HUP! HIP! HUP! HOCK! HULP!

Double-sylllables HU'UP! HU'UCK! HU'IRK! HI'ULK! HI'URK!

Fast hiccups HIC!HIC!HUP!UCK!HICK'M!...HI'UCK!HOCK!HUCK!HILP!

Silent hiccups that are both single and double syllable, strong and fast.

Muffled and stifled hiccups HMP! HMPH! HMK! MK! HM'MK! MMK! MPH!

Sharp high-pitched hiccups HILK! HILP! HI'ILP! HEEP! HIC!

Low-pitched hoarse hiccups HURK! H'MURK! URK! HUCK!

Gulpy hiccups HLNGK! H'URGK! HINGK! URP! HURP! H'ULGK! HNGK'L! UGK! H'MULK!

Hiccups that don't end in a hard syllable, breathier inhales that can be hard or soft HUH! HM! HIH! H'UH! HUH'M! UH!

And all the hiccups in between.

Just thinking of hiccups and giving my OCs the worst ones in the world.

Then giving them people who care about them to ease the soreness and frustration and help them rest or wait with them until they end.

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Laying around like a group of distended ticks unable to do much more than revel in the ecstasy and laugh at themselves.

This is a fantastic sentence.

Very specific fantasy scenario: a bunch of vampires overindulging on blood and lounging together in the aftermath of sanguine gluttony, normally well put together individuals letting themselves relax and getting tipsy from going way beyond simply sating thirst. A gaggle of ordinarily vain and disciplined individuals giggling at each others’ bloated bellies and drunkenly slurring between belches and hiccups. Laying around like a group of distended ticks unable to do much more than revel in the ecstasy and laugh at themselves. Guh

[writingforfishes]

So, just doing a cursory search about shape language and it is really interesting. Here's my breakdown from a novice understanding of it.

Otto's face is full of triangles. Eyebrows and browline are triangular making him appear fiercer than he actually is. He has higher cheekbones that also lend to sharper features.

His lips and shape of his beard are rounder and softer even though his jawline comes to a sharper chin. So, while his eyes make him seem unpredictable and dangerous, it's very symbolic that what he uses to speak negates that.

His shoulders would be rectangular, though he slouches at times which makes them look a little rounder. His belly is round as well, though not remarkably so if you're looking at him dressed. It's more a collection of roundness than a circle.

His legs would probably be described as more rectangular as well as his forearms. His hands are a collection of rectangles. Again, this seems to be symbolic as he is most sure with his hands and carries more ability and strength in them.

Apply this to a tall clock and you might end up with something with a steepled top like this one

and a body sort of like this one

Something with either an overtly curved center or a very large circular pendulum.

Been looking at a lot of grandfather clocks and thinking about shape language. The diversity of shapes and curves and angles is mesmerizing. I wonder what Otto's shape language would look like.

[writingforfishes]

In one of the first fics of them, I think, Atty asks Otto something similar.

“What would you say is a clock version of a hiccup?” Atticus wondered out loud. Otto had rested his head in his hand, though the hiccups were throwing his head away from being propped up consistently, and curled his fingers in his hair in sudden though. “I-HUCK!-uh. I don-don’t think-HUCK!-the-HMP!-there’s HUP!-a d-direct com-MMP!-MP!-parison. M-maybe HUP-UH!-s-someth-HMP-ing w-HIP!-ith th-HMP!-the esc-NK!-apeme-NK!-t? Or-MP!-or str-HIC!-striking a-at HMP!-the wr-HNK!-ong MP! HMPK!-hour?” Otto replied.

But thinking about it more, I think a clock OC would probably have an issue with the pendulum or hair spring. Something that would cause the time to stop, perhaps? I'm not sure what technical issue that would be, but it makes more sense than it triggering strikes or chimes.

The idea of Otto or Atticus writing a clock OC is ADORABLE and I love it!!

Also, obviously the OC would be a tall clock like a grandmother or grandfather clock. And if it had weights, that could be a part of it, too!

How ‘bout a clock OC whose hiccups interfere with their timekeeping duties? Lots of potential reactions. Now I’m staring at pictures of random-ass timepieces and thinking, “okay, but what PERSONALITY would that clock have?”

[writingforfishes]

Hi, I read your ao3 stuff even if I’m too cowardly to leave a comment on anything (yet) BUT I wanted to tell you I enjoy Otto & Atticus a lot. It fills a niche I don’t see filled very often, aka slice of life stuff, and the fact it’s a queer couple makes me <3 just thought you should know!

Y'all gotta quit given me compliments like this. I literally have no brain storage for this content.

[writingforfishes]

You're so welcome! Thank you for answering them!

Good to know I've been at least intuitive about muscles being sore in the chest area and have included more than once someone hiccuping in their sleep!

It's interesting that the link for you is overindulging. It sounds like a fun way to enjoy hiccups interactively! I wish you many casual comments like, "Hiccups? Did you eat too fast/too much? Awww."

You've said you get hiccups a lot, near chronic amounts. You are also into hiccups as a kink.

What is your idea of the perfect case of hiccups for you to experience in yourself?

Do you appreciate others enjoying your hiccups, or is that not part of it for you?

If you could create for yourself the perfect kink experience involving your hiccups, what would it look like? (With or without someone else. And, obviously, you don't have to answer this to completion or at all if you're not comfortable sharing.)

Additional question: For those of us who don't get hiccups who write fiction about people who are prone to hiccups, what things do you think we should know about having hiccups a lot? Is there something we might not be considering which might increase the believability of the story or experience of the fictional hiccuper?

Ultimately, it's a work of exaggerated fiction. But I'm always worried/curious if I'm depicting hiccups realistically. It might not change my fantasy experience, but adding realism is always a goal and definitely enhances the experience of writing it.

(Once again, passing on answering any part of this and only answering some parts is completely acceptable.)

I appreciate you sharing what you have. I hope you're able to find acceptance in your fetish and a supportive community here.

Hello and sorry I’m late answering this!

Perfect case of hiccups — I’d say I definitely best like them when I’ve overindulged in some way, either ate or drank too much or both, I enjoy feeling my full belly lurch around. They also just feel and sound better when I’m full or tipsy lol. Deep and robust

How I feel about other appreciating them — Positive to neutral, I don’t like being asked to perform but I’ll take appreciation for what I choose to share. On a kink level I do like people noticing I ate too much or something because I’m hiccuping. It’s a fun embarrassment XD

Perfect kink experience — I can’t really answer this right now, haha

One thing to know about having hiccups a lot — Muscles in and around my chest can get sore and thats not fun, but they’ve toughened up over the years. Also, hiccuping in your sleep happens more than you might think it does!

These were fun questions, tysm!

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I'm on the gel too!

It's the alcohol. It's very pungent. It's also why it's good to moisturize after it dries on your body. I don't do that enough, though. But the alcohol will dry those parts out.

And there's evidence saying putting lotion on an hour after helps your body absorb even more. But I'm usually doing it after the shower I take right before I go to work, so I don't have that opportunity.

@worm-writes-hicfics hid "fem&m's" in the tags selfishly as another name for estradiol and I'm exposing it for the beautiful pun it is.

T doesn't come in pills, unfortunately. Only injections, patches, and gels. (And I think an under the skin implant thing.) I guess it can't be absorbed correctly through the digestive system? Ionno.

so.... finale came out. Freed's still dead.

(from @writingforfishes )

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yeah i need this now too. ignore how bad i am at non angst

cw: hiccup kink, kissing (without direct consent but reciprocated), confessions

(all the nicknames are from last time i wrote these, same universe, consider this an alternate +1 to my last fic)

Gift flopped onto the couch next to Freed, sighing softly. Freed's heartbeat sped up slightly. Gift swallowed. Maybe a part of him broke in that moment, safe next to Freed.

"Why does your heartbeat speed up around me? Did I do something to make you fear me?" Gift asked, voice soft. Freed's heart sped up exponentially. His breath paused for a moment, his teeth creaking softly as they clamped against each other.

Then... HUCK!

Gift's breath caught on a snag in his throat. He'd never heard Freed hiccup before, and somehow he understood the speed of Freed's heart would increase at his own hiccups. He could feel the faint heat off Freed's face.

The usual sensations that would come from Freed, the heartbeats, the increased swallowing, the warmth of his body, didn't come with Freed having hiccups himself. Gift however, was beginning to realize where those sensations came from in Frees.

"I'm not HUP! afraid of you, Gi-HURK!-Gifty." Freed's elbow creaked softly and his words became muffled by fingers over his mouth. "Shit, sorry about HUK! these."

Gift shook his head. "Don't worry, I don't mind."

Freed shifted in his seat, suppressing a hiccup with a hrmfp! sound. Gift pressed his teeth to his tongue as the couch dipped with the hiccup. Gift waited for an explanation wordlessly.

"G-HURK!-Gift. You can't be HURP! this dense, hon-HUP!-honestly." Freed sighed, attempting to hold his breath before giving up with a hiccup. Gift didn't move, now allowing himself to think of the other options. "Oh for HUCK! gods sake, Gifty."

And then soft skin was on Gift's lips. Freed's breath tickled Gift's faint mustache, and his hand curled around Gift's face. It took Gift a moment to process the sensations as Freed's lips jolted with hiccups against his own.

Fuck. They were kissing.

And Gift loved it.

Gift pressed against Freed, falling into the kiss head first. His hand found it's way up Freed's arm, tracing his jolting adam's apple and curling in Freed's hair.

They pulled back breathlessly. Freed's forehead met with Gift's gently. "I'm in love HUCK! with you, id-HURK!-idiot."

Gift didn't speak. Even if he had tried to it was unlikely words would come out. Instead he shifted to lay his head on Freed's shoulder, pressing himself against Freed. Freed instantly wrapped an arm around Gift, kissing the top of his head. His hiccups unfortunately jolted so that Freed's nose hit against Gift's head. Gift suppressed a yelp of surprise.

"Fuck, I'm HUCK! sorry," Freed held Gift closer and breathed in slight faster. Gift rested his head against Freed's heartbeat.

"I'm alright, just surprised is all. You didn't hurt me." Gift managed to get the words out his throat, listening to the echoing of Freed's hiccups and heart in his rib cage. "I love you too, for the record."

The room temperature shifted around Gift as Freed's face warmed. The smell of bug spray and musky sugar began to fade into Gift's awareness. The smell of testosterone, of Freed's excitement.

Gift sunk into Freed as his hiccups seemed to speed up from excitement.

"T-HURK!-Thank HUCK-UP! you," Freed mumbled. Gift chuckled softly and found Freed's neck by tracing down from his lips. He placed a soft kiss on Freed's neck, not pulling away as it bounced. The temperature near Freed increased again.

Gift soaked in the heat, he ran cold as it was. He could nearly fall asleep in Freed's arms. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so safe. And Freed's hiccups were practically rocking him to sleep.

This was good, Gift thought. Freed smelled like peppermint cologne and the strawberry candle Ray had lit in the office. Freed was safe, and Gift felt safe with him.

"I HURK! lo-HUP!-love HUCK! you."

"I love you too. I wish we'd done this sooner."

"S-HUMF!-Same."

[writingforfishes]

(from daydreammm)

author your updated bio is so funny i didnt even think of that when i read the fic

Haha!

Another user informed me after I posted that fic that my bio was no longer correct, so of course I had to change it!

[writingforfishes]

Me: -makes a beautiful sincere man who's sweet and good- pretty good! Just one more thing

Me: -picks up a really big hammer labeled "PSTD" -

[writingforfishes]

Bran's Hiccups

I don't even know if this is a thing. This is probably not even a thing. But Bran is a fantasy fetish character, so it's a thing for him!

Bran's induced hiccups sound and present different from his non-induced hiccups.

Induced hiccup sounds:

HUP! HILP! HIP! HU'UP! HI'ILP! HI'UP! HI'ULP! HULP!

And so on. They're rounder and sharper. They cause his belly to jump up toward his chest. There's not a lot of chest indention or neck action. It's mostly belly.

Non-induced hiccup sounds:

HULK! HUNGK! HU'UCK! HUMPK! HNGK! HINGK! HUCK'L! HURK! HLMK! UCK! H'URK!

These hiccups tend to be harder and deeper. They cause his chest to pull in more. They tend to get caught in his throat, making them sound croakier or gulpier. His head is jerked more from these. His belly goes out instead of bouncing up. These hiccups can easily get painful.

Bran's non-induced hiccups are also more persistent. They're harder to cure and they come back throughout the day. Whereas his induced hiccups are pretty easy to cure and are only brought on by his induction methods.

Both kinds of hiccups are worsened by excitement.

His induced hiccups always turn him on a little. If he's in a place where he can allow it, they will always lead to him getting off in some way.

His non-induced hiccups have the potential of turning him on, but he doesn't enjoy them as much. He will often just try to stay home or relax during these days. But he has been in situations where he has no choice but to go out knowing he will probably get a case of them at some point with other people present.

He tries not to be in a bad mood during these cases, but he can come off as being a little quieter than normal as he works hard to stifle them. He thinks his non-induced hiccups are gross sounding. He doesn't want to inflict them on people. He gets a little more uncomfortable when others comment on them.

On the flipside, his induced hiccups he finds extremely cute. He doesn't mind "inflicting" them on people at all. He's extremely happy to discuss these hiccups with anyone who wants to.

Secretly, even to him at this point in my creation of him, he just wants someone to rub his belly and give him comfort during his hiccups. He wants someone to notice and care for him, even if it's just verbally. He wants to be appreciated as well.

Even on his bad hiccup days, I think he secretly craves someone to take care of him.

[writingforfishes]

Otto and Atticus: You never told me that!

It wasn't a secret, he just forgot it was a thing!

CW:

Schmexy times

Food induced hiccups

Hard and fast hiccups

Masturbation

Orgasm

Humping

Belly riding

Mention of Otto's fastidious cleanliness need

Inappropriate naming of a couch

The couch DEFINITELY needs therapy

Mention of the classic novel "Old Yeller"

Spoilers for "Old Yeller"?

Dog death mentioned specifically having to do with "Old Yeller"

I promise this entire story isn't about orgasms and a classic novel about a dead dog

Hiccups that last past the orgasm and need to be cured

Teasing

They both really needed that

Belly jiggling hiccups

Neck contracting hiccups

Mussed hair and smudged glasses

Mention of oral

Appreciating the taste of coming

Soft

Sweet

Otto's back isn't what it used to be

Tall people have back problems btw

Sucks to be tall huh?!

Is short and still has back problems

Oh well

Wait why am I still writing in the Content Warnings??

Body sounds as music

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Atticus said as they entered the house, Otto walking behind them.

“I honestly never thought of it! The only reason it even came up was because Mark asked!” he said earnestly.

They’d just left Margie and Cindy’s house. Atticus carried a to-go box of Chinese food they’d ordered while there. Everyone had ordered from the restaurant. Otto’s mistakenly came with a side of rice instead of the noodles he usually subbed. Otto had said it wasn’t a big deal, and he’d just eat the chicken and egg roll. “Still…” Atty said in the present time. “Do you think it still happens? Or…”

They squirmed a little as they let their short fingernail trail along the paper box. Otto smirked.

Mark had asked about Otto’s aversion to rice. Atticus had noticed it too but hadn’t given it much thought. Rice didn’t play a big role in the couple’s meals. They assumed texture was an issue. Atticus didn’t care one way or the other. Noodles were just as good, in their mind.

“Oh,” Otto said as if the thought had just occurred to him. “I mean, I like it fine but rice, especially like this, gives me pretty intense hiccups...” Otto’s mouth seemed to stutter silently as his brain caught up with what his mouth said.

Atticus inhaled a few grains of rice and started coughing as their body tried to violently displace the food from its windpipe. Otto rubbed their back with wide eyes.

“You and your hiccups, man!” Mark had said with a laugh and a shake of his head.

Back in the present Otto shrugged. “Dunno,” he said as he snatched the box away. “Let’s find out!” “Whoa! Hey! That was not...overtly...a request…” Atty said. “I know! But, man, what’s it been? A week? Two? Are you...are you in the mood? Cause I’m totally in the mood…” Otto said as he grinned playfully.

“Okay, yes! First of all. I definitely am. But can, like, can we at least get in comfy clothes first? I mean, if we have some time to set up, I’d rather not be shoving my jeans down awkwardly…”

“That’s actually a really good idea. Set up on the couch?” Otto suggested.

“That poor abused couch, but yes!!” Atty agreed excitedly. “Ah, Old Yeller? Nah, he likes it,” Otto insisted. “...You named the couch...Old Yeller? We’ve been together this long, and married, and I’m learning so much…” Atty said with a shiver. “Well, I mean, it’s a yellow couch so..” “Does it also have rabies??” the writer spat. “Wait..is that what happened in the story? I never actually...read it. Or saw it, so…”

Atticus gasped in disbelief. “You are the most well-read man I’ve ever met. You have a ludicrous collection of classics from the 19th century sitting in a glass case. You are seriously telling me you’ve never read ‘Old Yeller’?!” Atty exclaimed.

“Don’t really like stories where dogs die,” Otto said with a shrug.

Atticus paused. “Fair enough,” they said, accepting the reason with an understanding nod.

Several minutes later they were both back down in the living room with comfy clothes and a soft beach towel. Spot cleaning the couch had become a source of mild anxiety for Otto. It wasn’t as if they were that messy, but as they had unexpected time to prepare, might as well make the best of it and ease Otto’s detail cleaning later.

“Now, this might not work. I haven’t had rice in a while. But back in the day I’d get them pretty quick after eating it. Like, after two bites,” Otto explained as he opened the box on the coffee table.

“Did they last a while?” Atty asked with an attempted air of casualness.

“Did what last?” Otto asked with a teasing smile.

“You know!” Atticus said as they pinched the spot on Otto’s side they knew was his ‘tickle spot’.

They laughed as he squealed, not dissimilar to the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

“Did the...fucking...hiccups last a while, you dork!” Atty forced out as Otto cackled.

“You know,” he said when he calmed down, “I don’t remember! But I haven’t had a longer case in a while, so I’m probably due.”

“Hmm,” Atticus said, interested. “Hmm,” Otto mocked as he lifted up the spoon of rice to his mouth.

Atticus huffed out an annoyed sound of amusement and leaned into their husband playfully.

Otto grinned before putting the heaping spoon of room temperature rice in his mouth.

“Wow...this definitely takes some work to swallow,” he noted. He could already feel the potential for being triggered as he worked on getting it down his throat.

He was working on swallowing a second spoonful when they started.

“H’ump! Ooh, there it is. HULK!-uh. Yeah,” he said and chewed the rest of what was in his mouth, a hard hiccup happening with every swallow. “Hulmp!-uh. Hu’ULK!-uh.”

“They’re pretty hard,” Atticus noted.

“Yeah-Hu’ULP! Yeah, I rememb—ber why I avoided it HI’ILK!-uh, avoided it when eat—ing with other people. HILP!-mm. Lemme get one mo—ore spoonful,” he said, loading a third scoop of rice in his mouth.

As he started to swallow again his hiccups picked up immediately, rice teasing his soft palette and the back of his throat.

“Hm’mk!Hmp!Hm’mp!Uck!-Oh! Hu’uck!Huck!-mm!” Otto covered his mouth as he forced the rest of the rice in it down.

“Mmk!Mk!Hmk!Hm’mk!” He winced a little at the sudden increase in speed of the case.

Atticus, for their part, was fighting their sudden arousal. It’d flushed on them so fast they’d gasped. They hadn’t expected it to work so quickly. They put a hand on their husband to check in though.

“You good?” they asked.

“Y-Huck! ju-Hup!-st g-Hock!Huck!-t fas-Hup’k!Hulmp! sudde-Hilk!Hlmp!-ly!” Otto replied. He put his hand on his belly and felt the fat on his midsection jiggle as under his ribs tugged insistently.

“Y...yeah they...whew...really are…” Atty breathed, closing their eyes for a moment.

Otto smiled as he snorted a couple of hiccups into his throat. “Hnk’l!-guh-Ng’kuh-guh!”

The clockmaker then leaned back on the arm of the couch and raised the hem of his shirt letting the jiggling belly be seen by his spouse. He immediately felt their hands on his skin. The look in their eyes made his throat tighten all the more and his hiccups sustained the speed they’d gained, but deeper.

“H’ungk!HULMK!...h’uck!-h’UCK!-H’ULK!H’ULK!…” Otto panted between his hiccups.

“Can I...can I get on your belly?” Atty asked shyly.

“Ple-Heek!-ease! H’ILK!H’ULK!-H’UCK!-HILPK!ILK!NGK!-uuh…” Otto moaned as he felt Atticus’ weight on his stomach without their boxers.

The first time Atty proposed this maneuver was on his birthday. Otto had expressed wanting to give Atty oral. The writer was still uncomfortable with the thought of such direct contact between Otto’s mouth and them. Otto had explained he’s wanted to do it because he wanted to feel and taste them and be the cause of their increasing arousal, but the clockmaker was more than okay with the boundary.

Atticus was extremely arousing to him even without such intimate touch. He didn’t need the closeness of penetrative sex or oral sex. The writer’s arousal was so expressive it got him off pretty quickly. The fact Atticus had allowed him to touch them down there at all to assist their arousal was more than he could hope for. The rest would’ve just been something to increase the intensity of that arousal. It was sprinkles on a cake with a good amount frosting already on it, honestly. It wasn’t necessary.

When Atty had offered this version of physical closeness, riding his hiccuping belly, as a possible compromise Otto had been intrigued. But when Atticus had first put themselves on his belly and his sensitive skin could feel every twitch and undulation and spasm their genitals made and the fact that his involuntarily bouncing stomach was causing more and more arousal, Otto decided this was a fantastic compromise. The wet warmth of Atty’s orgasm was absolute heaven. And when Otto got permission to taste them from what they left on his abdomen? He loved it.

Atticus might not have understood the ecstasy of Otto’s experience, but they could definitely see it in his face and body. They could appreciate how connected it made Otto feel to them. They were so glad they could offer him that experience.

So, the writer looked down into Otto’s face as he looked up at them. He sucked in breaths between insanely fast hiccups. His neck cords became visible with every spasm, his neck suctioning around them with every aborted inhale. Round sounding hiccups, croaky hiccups, squeaky hiccups, thumps of air sucking into his closing glottis all jumbled on top of each other as his stomach jumped and fluttered into their large, sensitive clit over and over again.

Atticus undulated on top of him, creating even more movement than his hiccups, circling their hips to have more friction. Behind them they felt Otto’s hand on his penis. They knew he was stroking himself desperately to their movements at the same time they were pushing themselves into his belly for the same purpose as they braced themselves forward with their hands on his broad shoulders.

They felt his warm hand support their lower back and they heard themselves grunt as the stimulation started to build up, their back arching as their pelvis jerked less rhythmically and with more desperation.

“H’ULK!HUH’ULK!H’ULK!H’UULK!HULK!HLK!” he gasped a few times, “HLK!HLK!HLK!LK!K!K!KUH!KMP!MP!HMK!UCK!HUCK!H’UCK!...Uhh-uuh! Aah-HUCK!-Ah-HUCK!-uh-HULMK!-mmm-hm’MK!”

“Guuuh!” Atticus whined and gasped. “Oooh, nuh! Huh! Mmm… Guh damn. Uh! Shhhfuuuck!”

The writer collapsed their head into Otto’s chest harder than they intended after a squealing and trembling orgasm after Otto’s.

“Y-H’ULK!-you oka-HILPK!” Otto attempted to ask as he rubbed their back.

“Yuh. Yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to slam into you like that,” they said hoarsely.

“It’s HULMPK! okay. It was o—on my bre-HELK!-east bone so it MMK! it didn’t hurt. Your HILP! your head’s oka—kay though?” he asked, concerned.

Atty chuckled against his chest, hot breath blowing on the skin there.

“Yeah,” they answered. “Hard head.”

They finally looked up at him. He loved this look. Their face was flushed. Their curly hair was wild. Their glasses were pushed up just a little too much on their face and smudges coated the bottoms of the lenses. Bright red lips pulled into a smile below their dark mustache as their hand carded through his, no doubt, sweaty hair. He wondered if he looked similarly and if Atticus loved it just as much as he loved looking at them. It seemed like it.

“That-um-was a really good method of inducing. It didn’t hurt, did it?” Atticus asked as they leaned over and kissed his forehead gently, pulling back and watching his neck continue to pull in, feeling his ribcage expand with each spasm on the inside of their thighs.

“N-HULP!-no. But I think I remem—ber these are kinda st-HERP!-stubborn. Not su—ure what about the ri-HILP!-rice makes them th—at way. But I haven’t HILMPK!-haven’t used the cu—ures on them before, either. HI’ULK!HILP!-uh,” he said.

“I’m glad they calmed down a little,” Atticus noted, rubbing their thumbs along his chest as Otto widened his eyes in agreement with a nod.

“Me to-HOOP!-too,” he said. “Can you lay do-HOW’P!-down on my che—chest? I thi-HIP!-ink the weight would fe—eel good.”

“Sure,” Atticus agreed with a smile.

They looked behind them to make sure they wouldn’t be running into any sensitive areas before situating themselves on his chest, legs still straddling his abdomen, their head under his neck, and their chest flush to his.

“Is this okay?” they asked.

“Ye-HU’ULMP!-yeah,” he sighed. “This fe-HEELP!-feels nice. Hmk!-mm.”

Otto’s hands settled on Atticus’ lower back as he nuzzled into their shoulder, prickly hair of his beard scratching the skin there in a way Atticus had never minded.

The couple lay there for a while, both jerking at every hiccup Otto made.

“Gawd, this is nice, Otto,” Atty said. “I like this.”

“Mm-HMMK! Me too,” he said.

Neither one of them was sure how much time they spent against each other, but after a seemingly long while Otto gave a soft groan.

“I th-HINK! I need to tr—ry to get rid of the-HIP!-these,” he murmured.

Atticus took in a breath that turned into a yawn muffled in Otto’s chest.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’ve had them for a bit. Lemme...lemme get up so you can…” they said.

Regretfully, Atticus peeled themselves off of Otto and pulled their shorts up, settling back on the surface of the towel still spread on the couch. They settled at the other arm to give Otto enough room to get up.

Otto groaned into a fully seated position, pulling his shirt down over what Atticus had left on him. He pulled his sweats up and sat on the edge of the couch jolting hard with the stubborn hiccups left from his bout.

“Mmm-HMK! I’ll be back. Then we can t—ake a show-HERK!-uh,” he said as he rubbed his chest.

Atticus leaned back on the couch named after a dead dog from a classic novel as they watched their husband lumber his way into the kitchen, his hiccups echoing off the walls. They heard the cabinet door open; a glass bottle (apple cider vinegar) knocked the surface of the counter where it was placed. Another cabinet door opened, and a drinking glass settled on the counter softly. Croaky and sharp hiccups intermingled with the sounds. Sometimes a sigh or a grunt would intersperse. It was like a living orchestra of human sounds when a long yawn cut off by a loud hiccup and a couple of coughs joined in.

The writer could still see Otto, as the kitchen was open layout, but a lamp cut off some of their vision. They shifted their head to catch his full body as he crossed and recrossed the kitchen. The sound of his bare feet plapping on the tile floor joined the instruments of the orchestra as the choreography of his hands lazily scratching his stomach, then rubbing his neck, played in front of them.

A loud, double-syllable hiccup echoed followed by a grunt. The sound of liquid being poured into the glass, apple cider vinegar, carved into the edges of the other sounds like the melody to an overly enthusiastic rhythm section.

There was a moment of stillness then, a pause in sound. Otto’s body, back toward Atticus, posed with an arm lifted as Otto drank deeply from the small shot-sized amount of liquid. Then his arm came down and the glass hovered in front of him, presumably tucked against his chest, as his measured breathing whispered softly in the pause. A bigger breath, a relieved sigh, whooshed out and a satisfied grunt followed.

The clockmaker performed the initial orchestral piece in reverse then, without the hiccups interfering. He put the cup in the sink, glass against stainless steel. He opened the cabinet and put the apple cider vinegar back and closed the door with a wooden thunk.

“That work?” Atticus asked needlessly as they watched him return to the couch.

He sniffed and nodded.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “Ready for that shower?”

“Carry me?” Atticus said, arms up.

“Wow. Really?” Otto asked.

“Uuugh!” they moaned.

Otto huffed, but not without humor. Then he unceremoniously slung the small body over his shoulder, not unlike one would carry a bag of potatoes.

“So romantic,” Atticus sighed against his shoulder.

It might’ve been more romantic if halfway up the stairs something in Otto’s back hadn’t twinged and caused him to have to put Atty down before they got to the shower.

After the shower Atticus made their way to the grocery list the couple kept on the fridge and added an item. When Otto asked, Atticus grinned.

“Just adding some instant rice,” they said.

Otto just chuckled.

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Dully noted!

Feel free to state your boundaries on how you want people to interact with the content you share.

State if you want to discuss them or not. What you're comfortable with discussing and not comfortable with (lots of horny people on here and let us know if that's not okay to share). Your limitations allowing people to download them or share them with those outside of the immediate community. What sort of communication you accept or not (i.e. Asks, DMs, reblogs, comments, likes). For better or worse, your brain has adapted to get some advantage from your persistent/intractable condition. I hope you'll be able to get some community here. In my perfect world, no one would ever harass you or demand content from you. It is not my perfect world. If you feel like you're being harassed, block the fuck out of people. And if you don't feel safe even after doing that, you're welcome to the community I made. There I will at least have the ability to kick people out who refuse to treat others with respect.

hi I’m Jay and I love the following things:

- full round bellies

- hiccups

- intoxication

And any combination of the above!

I have zero interest in interacting with minors so either leave me alone or get blocked.

This is a blog solely so I can feel more comfortable with my fetishes and connect with similarly minded adults. I am not interested in finding love as I am already taken, more just exploring my enjoyment of certain things.

[writingforfishes]

So, first of all, how dare you write such a heartfelt and sincere post about my piddly little existence on a huge site like tumblr!

Second of all, you are insanely sweet and give me a LOT of credit for existing when you all deserve as much credit for deciding to exist with me. It's one thing for a weirdo to stand up in the middle of the lunchroom and yell "BOOBS" at the top of their lungs. It's another when a handful of others stand up and do the same.

I would've been very happy standing here yelling "BOOBS" all by myself with everyone ignoring me. But you all had to go and fill my heart with your beautiful existence and my "BOOBS" was met with creative and artistic renderings I couldn't have imagined!

(The boobs metaphor is getting a little stretched thin, so I'm gonna drop it. I don't even have boobs.)

My initial goal of starting this account was to make peace with myself with a side-goal of connecting with others who felt the same.

My goal has shifted to wanting to create a safe community for people who get aroused by hiccups (and those who share content). This means radically accepting my fetish and showing that acceptance to others and it means being present and active.

What I'd like it to eventually mean is trolling awful comments on YouTube to content makers who are either aware or not aware of their hiccups causing a specific kind of attention and redirecting those comments or calling them out.

I've not yet figured out how to do that.

I just want everyone to feel safer. That is a broad ask and goal.

Another thing I absolutely didn't expect is to find so many talented people. You all are amazing. I am constantly inspired by you. Thank you for sticking with me this year. I hope this can continue to be a safe anchor to hold onto when considering your fetish or kink. Keep creating cool shit. You are so good at it! Happy hiccups to everyone and to everyone a good diaphragmic spasm! And be nice to people. It's the foundation of everything.

🐟 Happy Anniversary!

Happy one-year anniversary to @writingforfishes’ blog!

I’ve been following it since day 3, and it’s meant a lot to me.

Thank you for sharing your stories, and thank you for fostering this cozy little neo-community.

Without your encouragement and inspirational bravery, I don’t think I ever would’ve started to write and share my own kinkstuff—It was scary at first, but turned out to be rewarding as hell.

So, I give my warmest thanks to you and the community,

For your all your creativity, friendliness, support, and fun vibes.