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Superheroes/Superhumans and Hiccups

The hiccup hyperfixation is STRONG today, so congratulations to everyone who gets to see all my rambling. /s

As I was looking up a character from DC someone posted on my feed, I had really curious thought about superhumans/mutants with specific biological abilities/conditions. (Not my nonbinary ass literally unable to write a sentence without trying to find the most general way to say something without indicating its quality level.)

It made me consider individuals with elastic abilities and what those abilities would do (if anything) if one of those people had the hiccups. I would assume elastic abilities (stretching abilities...whatever you want to call them) would make hiccuping exaggerated.

Would it make hiccups harder or easier to induce/get rid of if one's body was able to stretch past the point of the average person? I know that one of the unfortunate symptoms of EDS is anecdotally having hiccups more often and those hiccups being painful. But if a stretching ability (and dislocating ability) didn't come with pain/instability, would that person still experience a prone-ness to hiccuping?

I suppose one of the things EDS does is create instability which might trigger hiccups. Someone with stretching abilities not hindering their body's stability might, in turn, not have any additional vulnerability to getting hiccups unless they were careless, I suppose. I haven't thought about the details of what would create stretchiness and what it would incorporate in the body (do bones stretch too?).

I read a fiction once about T0ny St@rk getting painful hiccups because of the location of the arc reactor in his chest. I thought this was an interesting concept, though ultimately flawed in anatomy. If the arc reactor created pain during hiccups, we can also assume it arrested his ability to breathe properly which would have been ultimately ineffectual at giving him a healthy life as his heart would be compromised by the reduction in oxygen intake.

In my limited anatomical knowledge, it wouldn't make sense for a hiccup to hurt because there was a device in your chest as a hiccup is just as deep as one would be able to breath inward. But I could be wrong, and it defeats the purpose of a good hurt/comfort story! Anyway!

(Caveat to say if you have EDS your bone structure connections are insecure, and a hiccup CAN cause pain because your soft tissue is being stretched further than it should and possibly dislocating or straining ligaments holding your bones together, but a structure in your chest which is static and exists pain-free while breathing normally shouldn't create pain when you hiccup...in my, again, limited and too literal opinion...)

I've strayed so much from my original thought. Are you still reading? Goodness, why?

At any rate, meta-human/mutant/superhuman beings and their presentation of hiccups or possible proneness to hiccups fascinate me in theory. Perhaps I'll explore this at some point. I like the idea of marrying a "super ability" with the annoyance of a side effect like hiccup proneness and then watching the individual find a person who doesn't mind that at all...not at all...

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Why so MUCH shame?

I know most people who have fetishes and kinks have at least some amount of shame if they are ones not mainstream or accepted.

But compared to our sibling* kinks: snz and eructo and our adjacent* kinks: emeto, stuffing, and inebriation; we seem to have the least active communities and seemingly the most shame and embarrassment when it comes to sharing or admitting our kink.

I might be completely misreading the situation, but the recent poll got me thinking as most people stated that the snz kinksters had more content and community, and it seemed to be more acceptable (though by a TINY margin).

Why do YOU think hiccup kinksters are so much shyer/not as active and have less of a community than other kinks? Is it simply a lesser number of individuals like hiccups? Or is it the nature of the fetish itself?

*"sibling" and "adjacent" categorizations are all my own opinion, not a factual or accepted label.

(Snzblr, eructo, emeto, stuffers, and inebriation kinksters feel free to weigh in as well! I have no answers I'm just curious. And I apologize if I use wrong tags for some of the kinks.)

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At this point if you have not seen Centaur.world I'm going to need you to change that. /lh

It's been bugging at me so bad for like months. how would like a centaur, you know man and horse, how would that thing hiccup because I know both those creatures do. It's hurting my head.

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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NYE

Please forgive any typos as I wrote this at 2/3am and am currently fighting sleep as I write this introduction.

Some of this is inspired by my feelings this year but most is just fantasy on what I wish I could have. Too bad my partner lives in Canada, huh?

CW:

Unexpected hiccups

Lots of writing pre hiccuping

Crying due to "Imagine" written by John Lennon

Frustration at the greed and ego in the world

Hiccups while tired.

Fast hiccups

Muffled hiccups

Frustration at hiccups

Too tired to (literally) give a fuck

Adorable couple shit

Bad jokes

Cuddling with hiccups

Corporate America

Jokes about NYC ball dropping

New Years Eve was very chill this year. Mark was with Alice's family and the kids. Jon was visiting Ralph's family for the first time. Cindy had burnt herself out during the holidays and Margie and her were recuperating from Thanksgiving and Christmas volunteer work in addition to Cindy's social media responsibilities. (There was serious discussion about retiring or stepping back from that particular vocation.)

And so, the two homebodies were sat together as the most anticipated ball drop in the country in New York's yearly salute to asymmetrical puberty was presented on screen.

"I think it even has blue lights this year," Atticus snarked with a snort.

"Oof! Sounds painful," Otto answered with a wince as he caught another deep yawn and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand as they both leaned against each other on the couch in front of the television.

Turning away from what Atticus wryly referred to as the yearly scrotum lowering and the new year's first wet dream, the writer chuckled to see their husband squint at the screen in an effort to look alert.

There were many ways in which Otto and Atticus were compatible. Their sleep schedules were not one of them.

While Otto preferred to go to bed in order to get up at the first rays of sun from the horizon's butt crack, Atticus sought out to test the possibility of their nocturnal ancestry.

It was when the last song before countdown was "Imagine" by John Lennon that Atticus' spirit changed from casual bemusement and mild disgust at the sheer corporate wallpapering of the New York tableau to sudden sadness.

"Dammit," they said as the woman on the screen belted the lyrics out beautifully with soft reverence in her voice.

Otto flinched in a startle as they felt Atticus' smaller body suddenly lean into his more desperately and he lifted an arm to accommodate the position and circle it around their body. They felt his spouse huff and groan a little.

"Um...you okay?" he hazarded an ask.

"I hate this song," they whispered. "Makes me cry."

"Oh," Otto said, brows rising. He rubbed Atty's shoulder softly at the rare display of emotional vulnerability.

"I know it's stupid," Atty muttered.

"No...it's not," Otto said with a squeeze to their shoulders. "But...can I...ask why?"

"Because," Atticus said after a moment, "it's sincere and simple and...and no matter how many times people sing or hear it nothing in this fucking world will ever change for people to actually be able to want any of what the lyrics say to be true. There's too much greed and ego and..." another sniff "...I hate it. Shit, the countdown's about to start, where's my sparkling drink thing?"

"I got it," Otto said softly as he leaned over and handed them the fluted glass as he took his own.

"Thanks," Atty huffed as they swiped a hand under their eyes shoving at the frames of their glasses. "I'm okay," they said to the worried look they saw in their periphery.

Otto put a hand on Atty's back as both started counting down from 10 at the cues on the screen. As usual Otto groused at the 'live' feed being almost a minute delayed as the new year ball landed just after his clocks struck midnight, chiming and striking filling the room during the countdown.

Nevertheless, the couple wished each other a Happy New Year as the Kia sponsored electric ball cued fireworks probably sponsored by another corporation and music sponsored by a couple of other corporate entities to play the beginning of Auld Lang Syne quickly cut off in favor of playing New York New York.

Atty turned and gave their husband's sparkling tea moistened lips a kiss and he smiled in return before his head jerked back suddenly.

The writer's eyes widened along with Otto's as his head jerked back again and again until they could hear the muffled hiccups. Otto scoffed a hiccuping laugh as he leaned back, letting his back rest into the soft couch as his body continued to convulse, stomach jostling visibly even through his shirt.

Atticus couldn't help but grab the remote and turn the sound down before cuddling into their husband with a bit of shameless excitement.

"You okay?" they asked.

"Yeah," he said with breathy amusement and another muffled hiccup. "I didn't really hmm'mp!mp! expect a c-mmp!-case today! Well...tom-hmm'mp!-o-hrmmp'mm! tomorrow tech-hi'mmp!-nically. Uuuuh...hi'mmp!"

"You need a cure? It's late for you. Way past Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!" Atticus teased.

Otto rolled his eyes.

"I'm fi-hmm!-fine. The--y're pretty hmm'mm!hmp!hi'mm!mk!-mm, mild, actually. Just fa-hmm!-fast like us--usual!" he said. "I don't hm'mm! think they'll heh'mm!mm! last lo--long."

The way Otto's neck tucked down as he pushed words through his hiccups silently arresting them always drove Atticus a little insane. The way his voice dipped in octave as his throat opened to spasm again was hot in a way Atty knew they'd never be able to describe no matter how good they were with words.

"If you're sure," they said having discarded their flute of sparkling beverage so their hand could rest just under his ribcage.

Otto nodded as he calmly let his body jump with every jerking flinch of his diaphragm. He almost took another drink of the fizzy liquid before he caught himself.

"Though huh'mm!hmm!hm!hm'mm!-uh, I probably should--n't drink h'mm! anymore of hih'mm!mm! this!" he said, holding the glass up.

"Got it!" Atticus said and helpfully took the glass putting it on the coffee table.

"Tha-hungk! you!" he said, finding it less of an effort to let the hiccup complete the word than having to repeat it again. "You humm! okay no-huh'm!-not do--doing anything huh!hu'ump!mmk! wi--with these to-hmm!-night?"

Atticus looked up into the worry-tinged tiredness of Otto's face. If they stared long enough, they would be able to see the guilt edging in. They watched him keep eye contact with them even as his hiccups tugged his head back and tucked his chin down in rapid succession. Atty stroked his chest fondly.

"This holiday season has been robust in your diaphragmic flirtations. I think I can hold myself back from ravishing you this one time," they said with a sly smile.

"Mm huh'mm! your restr-mmk!hih'mmk!-restraint is ap--uh! appreciated and admi--adm--hmk!huh!mk!-admirable! Ugh!" Otto said with frustration as he finally laid a hand on his chest and leaned his head back. "Gir--gird your HUH! lo--ins, they-hup!hip!hu'up!-'re doing that hi'ip!ngk!hingk! thi--thing whe-hup!-where they hulmp! g--get wo-erk!h'muck!-worse befo--before they ngk!ngk!-uh-huck! st--stop! Go-hup!-gosh!"

"Bud, my loins have been girded since the first one," Atticus informed him.

"Heh! Huh!huh!-uuuuh. hu'UP!hungk!-mm."

He continued to encourage deeper breaths, but his hiccups kept rapid firing through the attempts leaving him grunting, breathless, and frowning. He raised his shirt up and gave an imploring look to his partner.

"Could you huh!hump'k!huck'm!mk!-uh! Cou--ld you ru-hup!humpk!uck'm!mmp!mm!-ugh!..."

"I got you!" Atticus said as they put their hand on his belly as it popped quickly, jiggling or tightening with each spasm. They also focused on the space right below his ribs as he'd told them he felt his hiccups higher than his belly despite how much action seemed to take place visually in that area. Right below his ribs tended to be where he felt soreness if they went on too long.

"You sure you don't need to cure..." Atty offered one more time.

"Yeah hmk! I'm not hm!mk! uncomf--forta--ble mmk!mm!h'mp! just mk! annoyed hu'uh! and ti--tired-UP!-uh," he said, letting another breath out to more hiccups.

"And you're definitely not keeping them for me," Atticus confirmed.

"Hilmp!...I mean ever-hmp year sta--rts off mk! with a--a few hmph! hiccups. Why mk! not le--t yours hrmph! be mine? Mk!" he said with a drowsy grin.

"That was terrible," Atticus said in mock disgust.

Otto's grin only grew wider.

"Truly awful," they said.

Otto shrugged with a smug expression.

"I'm so proud of you. Seriously. Your terrible sense of humor has grown so much under my tutelage," they said smiling.

"No one hmph! is more hmm!mm!huh'mm! impressed a--and appalled tha-nk!nk!-than I am!" he said.

Atticus laughed and wrapped their arms around his body as far as they'd go as Otto embraced them back. Sitting like this in the warmth of their husband they felt protected as they relished the last strong spasms of his hiccup attack.

They felt his arms go a bit slack after a while and heard his breath even. Atticus leaned out of his presence with regret and put a hand on his chest before he went too deeply asleep.

"Hey, you. Time to hit the hay, cowboy," Atty said as they tapped the end of his nose.

Otto groaned and stretched.

"Kay. Yeah. Happy New Year, Atty," he mumbled.

"Happy New Year, Otto," they responded as they both turned off lights, disposed of dishes, and headed up stairs.

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MAYBE BECAUSE MOST OF US FELT LOADS OF SHAME ABOUT IT AND VOTED FOR OUR OWN???

(Can't tell if your post was intended to be sarcastic or not...but I do suspect a lot of hiccup kinksters voted for a hiccup kink to be less socially acceptable because we absolutely think we're terrible people. I suppose a better judge is to ask the general population but HA. HA. no.)

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Otto-related theory

Can I still call it a "fan" theory if I'm the person who created the character?

I dunno.

I have another theory as to why Otto's hiccups have such a strong impact on his body.

I feel like Otto has done a lot of breath work. He was a 90's hippie who did a lot of yoga and meditation (while also having an alcohol addiction). In the current time of the fictions, he still does a lot of Pilates work outs and actual sincere meditation as part of his recovery.

I think Otto's diaphragm is probably pretty damn strong. He might not have the best posture, but he works pretty hard on core building therapies with the Pilates. He probably also knows about the basics of musculature and his own body's movements.

Therefore, when his phrenic nerve fucks with his diaphragm, his diaphragm is strong enough to fuck with all those other muscles in his chest and abdomen pretty strongly.

All of this body self-awareness might also be the reason why Otto's hiccups don't actually hurt all that much despite how powerful they seem. (Unless it goes on for a while or is a particularly rough case of hiccups speed-wise/deepness-wise.)

I'm just...spit-balling here, though. Thoughts after watching anatomy animations.

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Just watching some skeleton breathing pr0n, don't mind me.

CW:

skeleton animation

muscle animation

body horror?

diaphragm depiction

intercostal muscles bow chica

why hiccups make the chest and back sore

gasping music?

kind of hypnotic

diaphragmic undercarriage hot stuff!

Can someone do a CG animation like this for hiccups?

Breathing is like...I'mma take all these muscles to do this thing, k?

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Curious how this would turn out if we added eructo in there.

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Hiccup kinksters learning about robotics, mechanical engineering, and computer programming just so they can depict a realistically hiccuping mechanical person in a throw-away kink fic.

Robots and androids who get malfunctions that sound/look/feel like hiccups my beloved

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Not Worth Noting...Until it is.

CW:

Fast hiccups

Hard hiccups

Loud hiccups

Hiccups out of the blue

Otto ignoring his hiccups

Atticus stalking his hiccups

Couch sex

Otto's puzzle obsession

Atticus feeling inadequate about said puzzle

Mild anger and frustration related to the puzzle

Hiccups cured by orgasm

NSFW

Mentions of genitalia

Attempt at writing hiccups from Otto's perspective

Atticus' unresolved hatred of jigsaw puzzles they spontaneously developed

Healthy coping mechanisms for inadequacy and healthy communication

Sometimes having hiccups was just...incidental to Otto. It wasn't an event or even worth noting.

Otto wasn't sure if it was his fairly easy-going personality or if he just had hiccups frequently enough that his body simply didn't really take attention to the spasms with the same circumstantial alertness which other people had.

He didn't have painful hiccups, though they tended to be fast and indelicate with their presentation. But having hiccups didn't really bother him. In fact, there were cases which started and had lasted for minutes before it came to the forefront of his mind to pay them direct attention.

Even after Atticus had revealed their arousal to the spasms, Otto had hiccups without concern until it was pointed out or the case became impossible to keep at the edges of his acknowledgement.

This was an even more prevalent phenomenon when he was deeply involved with something, as he was this afternoon.

Otto and Atticus had been gifted an incredibly difficult puzzle by Marge and Cindy. It had no picture to guide the construction, and it had no edge pieces to start with. In addition, there were five extra pieces which would have no home in the puzzle once completed.

Atticus had sat with Otto for a while when he'd first spread it out on the dining room table, but quickly their impatience and frustration defeated the fun of doing it. Plus, they were bitter Otto had already started fitting together pieces while Atty floundered and seethed in resentment.

"I'm taking a break!" Atticus declared angrily, trying very hard not to squish the ends and heads of the pieces in their hands as they put them on the table sternly.

"Maybe...make some tea?" Otto had suggested, not looking up from his hyperfocus, feeling a rush at combining so many pieces and seeing more of the picture than before.

He didn't see Atty's glare or the way they steeled themselves with a breath. He didn't see nod of self-awareness they gave themselves as they acknowledged they were directly their anger poorly, at Otto, and were actually just aggravated at the frustration they felt at not feeling skilled enough. He also didn't see the resolved face deciding a way to cope with these feelings.

"I'm going on a walk," Atticus decided softly.

Otto's head did look up at that. The magnifying eye loupes he wore attached to his reading glasses set a comical magnification to one of his eyes but also amplified his concerned expression.

"Okay..." Otto answered, eyebrows lowering.

"I'm fine," Atty confirmed, "I just...need to...you know...cool down or...something..."

Atticus' eyes had darted anywhere but Otto's direction. Otto gave a small understanding smile and a nod.

"Got it. Love you," he said.

"Love you, too," they replied. "Don't, um, solve all of that without me. I want to pretend I did something."

Otto had chuckled.

"Will do," he said.

So, after his spouse had left Otto had fully immersed himself again in the puzzle. At some point his mind acknowledged his body's motions outside of the voluntary ones. Otto's brain recognized them as harmless and shoved them to the side of his awareness to make room for studying the problem in front of him.

Subconsciously he vocalized reactions to each spasm. Reflexively his hand rubbed at his sternum as his vision was disrupted by a cluster. His nose snorted against a faster set of hiccups. His mouth sighed to regain his breath after not being able to breathe normally for a few seconds.

He cleared his throat as the hiccups continued, though he wasn't entirely aware of the connection. It wasn't until the hiccups had become too hard to ignore than he even realized he rightly had them, such was the normality and innocuousness his brain placed on the twitches of his diaphragm.

"Hmmmmp!" came a harder hiccup which caused his chin to tuck and a little bubble of air to collect in the back of his throat. He grunted more purposefully at that one, coming out of his focused reverie to become more aware of the mischief his phrenic nerve was causing.

"Hu'upk!MMK!HU'UP!HUP! Oh..." he said as he rubbed his sternum with a little more purpose. He sucked in another hiccup and another and another and leaned up and back, feeling the crackling in his back from being bent over for so long.

He let out a breath before another hiccuping cluster took it away again. He realized he'd had these for a while, but had only noticed and blew another breath out as he put his hand lightly on his stomach as it jerked enthusiastically over the waist of his pants.

"Aw man HAUP!HILK!MLK!HMP! Je--eeze! HUH'up!...HNK'ip!...HIH'mp!...HUU'UP! Dammit. HiYUP! Ach," he said, now fully aware of how bad his hiccups had gotten.

It wasn't even that they necessarily were uncomfortable, but they were just disruptive enough to his placing of pieces and focus that they garnered more attention than putting the puzzle together. Which was very frustrating, honestly.

"HUNGK!NGK!NGK!HNK!-ugh! Okay. Ok-cu'HULNGK! Okay. I HLNGK! I get it!" he finally said as they became gulpy and more intrusive.

He'd been letting his body spasm and jostle as it wanted, and he'd started to feel a cramp in his neck from it. He needed to take a break obviously.

Otto finally opened his eyes and took off his reading glasses to find, with quite a startle, Atticus sitting at the end of the table staring so hard at him their eyes looked halfway crazed.

"Hi," was all they offered initially. After a beat they added, "You okay?"

"Yeah HLNGK! How long HULNGK! have NGK'L! have you be-HHNK! been there?" he asked, after he calmed down from the surprise at seeing them.

Then the amusement started to set in. And then, as he watched them shift in the chair and lick their lips, his own arousal started to set in. He felt his neck snap back and down with even faster hiccups which he started wincing through, though some of his expression was from the hardening between his legs, admittedly.

"Long enough...whew..." they admitted.

In truth, Atticus had been witness to the very hot act of Otto not even truly acknowledging his hiccups except reflexively and had seen the transition from his hiccups being a mild irritant not worth his attention to being something completely unignorable.

The writer knew they must look crazed. But as Otto continued to watch them his eyes started to take on that same expression and Atticus couldn't help but smile.

There was a silent agreement made between them as they spied Otto ghost a hand over his crotch and Atty, in a fit of unbridled arousal, found themselves mounting the table and crawling--

"No! HNGK!HUKKLE!MPK! not HNK! the HIMPK!MK! pu-UNK!-zzle!" Otto exclaimed with his hands spread over it protectively.

Atticus shot him a truly incredulous look.

"Seriously?!" they yelled. Then they took a breath and calmed down. "Okay! Okay. Couch? Please? Now?"

Otto nodded enthusiastically.

By the time they both made their way over to the couch Otto had his shirt off and his pants off to his boxers and Atticus was much the same. The clock maker's hiccups were coming in tight clusters of fours and fives, and he seemed to have to catch his breath in the middle of them.

It wasn't unusual for his hiccups to come so quickly when he was aroused, but Atty still checked in.

"Still okay? They aren't too bad?" they asked.

Otto nodded and shook his head at each question, eyes full of want and desire as his body jolted strongly.

They both ended up pleasing each other, rubbing and stroking the other one, as they sat facing each other on the couch.

Atticus leaned their head against Otto's chest as they stroked him. They watched from above his stomach as it shot out over and over and over again. It was almost too much stimulation to take in. They'd never positioned themselves this way and the way his stomach jiggled from this angle was extremely enticing.

And with their head pressed against his chest they could feel the thumps through their forehead. Shaky vocalizations trembled out of them as they grinded their hips more and more against Otto's fingers.

The sounds Atticus was making caused the heat in Otto's crotch and his sensitivity to Atticus' touch to increase.

He let audible grunts out between each hiccup that allowed him to breath. Getting off while in the middle of a hiccup attack had become so frequent he knew no other sensation than the light-headed gasping orgasm he moaned through while feeling the swelling clit of his partner.

It was one of those times where the orgasm had, for some reason, completely cured his hiccups. It didn't always happen, but it was occasionally effective.

The couple moaned and breathed into each other, collapsed as they leaned into each other's bodies and calmed their breathing down.

"You okay?" Otto asked, finally, watching his spouse pant against his chest.

"Oh yeah. You?" they asked back, looking up through smudged glasses and brunette curls at him.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a nod.

"Thank you so much," Atticus whispered.

Otto chuckled and kissed the top of their head.

"Thank you for curing a...really intense hiccup attack!" he replied.

His hiccups had started to get a little too much, even for him.

"I think we both had a...hand in that," Atticus said with a smirk and a nod in the direction of Otto's hand, fingers still sitting underneath Atty a little.

Otto laughed.

After a few moments of cuddling in repose and afterglow Atticus sensed a distracted movement in Otto. They glanced up to catch his eyes twitching behind him and then resettling back before side eying the dining room table again.

"If you want to go work on the puzzle more..." Atticus started to say.

"Are you sure? Cause...I don't...I don't need to or...anything," Otto stuttered.

Atticus shot him a look.

"But if you're sure..." Otto said with an innocent shrug and wide eyes.

Atty's face cracked in a smile and a small chuckle as they straightened up and patted his chest.

"Have at it, weirdo. I need to work on some writing anyway," they said.

Otto gave a wide wild-eyed smile.

"Love you!" Otto said quickly.

He bee-lined it to their room to clean up and put on new clothes before Atticus could reply without shouting.

"Love you...too!" they said in a raised voice before they shook their head and collapsed onto the sofa, Otto's scent strong within the cushions.

Having a fetish to something so innocuous often led to unplanned sexual release. On days where Otto hiccuped several times, or weeks where he got them more than twice in seven days, laundry was especially challenging. But damn, was it worth it.

Atticus was going to have a talk with Marge and Cindy about that damn puzzle, though.

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I'd actually considered sending a private ask, so I'm glad you posted!!!

im alive btw yall dw im just taking a break n shi

peace love etc habi holdiday ill be back in january i tyhink

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Christmas Star

This image leapt in my head so now you have to have it.

CW:

Hard hiccups.

Sharp hiccups.

Fast hiccups.

Arousal.

Mutual masturbation.

A mention of a belch.

Mention of belly sloshing.

Innocent Nutcrackers have to life with this memory forever.

Acrobatics two people in their 40's probably shouldn't be doing (not sexual)

Dorks making dorky jokes.

Unwrapping "Christmas gifts" early.

Mention of genitalia.

Atty gets a wee bit feral in this one.

Just normal nsfw antics while decorating...

"Atta-HUCK! At-HIMPK! Atty!" Otto called with difficulty through hiccups which most certainly had been caused by the hot spiced apple cider they were both imbibing in while putting up Christmas decorations.

Otto held a gold foil star in his hand. Usually, he was able to reach the top of the tree on his toes, the tree being around 6' tall and the girth of the limbs making it a greater feat for Otto to reach the top. But he was having much more difficulty given his current body's actions.

The star was from Atticus' collection of ornaments from their mom. It wasn't much to look at, Atty said, and it required a piece of scotch tape to hold it together. But when it was settled on the top of the tree for the first time Otto was immediately in love with the quaint lack of electrical light and the way the foil caught and reflected all of the lights around it.

Atticus stood up from behind the couch. They had been gathering the empty boxes to store in the attic until they were needed to put the decorations away again.

"What's up?" they asked.

They took in the vision of their husband. He wore a Christmas sweater they'd bought him last year. But even through the garish design on the front (with flashing lights) they could see his stomach twitch at the sides with the sharp hiccups. It was especially visible when he was stretching up to try and reach the top of the fully decorated artificial Douglas fir.

The sweater rode up as his arms raised and they could see his stomach jerk in two times with suppressed hiccups before he groaned and shook his head.

"Can you hlk'KMP!-uh. Can you help m--me with huckMP! with this?" Otto asked with a huff of breath before rubbing his stomach with a sigh interspersed by more hiccups seeming to become sharper and more determined than ever to knock his balance by way of the back of his throat and jerk his arms as he held them above his head. "Ugh-HICK'LMP! HILP!"

Atticus, all 5 feet of the writer, came to stand beside their husband and look up at the tree before turning their head back to Otto incredulously.

"What, exactly, do you think I can do in this instance?" Atty said as they eyed the star hanging limply in Otto's hand.

"I was thinking HICKULMP! that you co-HYULMPK!-ugh, could get hipUCK! o--on my MLK! shoulders? HuckUCK! HUCK! Scuse me. I think ev-HU'UNK!-even if I'm sh--shaking MPK! you'll be ta--all enough to HU'NGK! to reach the to-UULK!-uh, the top!" he said.

Atticus looked at him as they would look at a someone who had just calmly explained the world was made of pudding and people were all intricately created cookies.

But Atticus also looked at him like they were dying of thirst because his hiccups were doing them in, and they felt like it wouldn't take much to push them over the edge into a full uncontrollable masturbation session on top of his un-sweatered soft abdomen.

"Yeah, no, that's not happening, bud," they decided to reply as their nethers gave a heated twitch.

"I won't hiULK! dro--drop you. HLMPK! I promise!" he said.

"I'm less afraid of you dropping me than me throwing your back out. Plus...your diaphragm is doing...lots of very aggressive motions right now and..." Atticus stuttered to hold it together with a shivering breath.

"The fa-UCKL! faster hu'ULK! I ge-HIPPA hipMK!-uuh, get this st-herERK! star up the so-HU'UPK!-ooner we can mm-MMK'MM! hu'UMP! 'relax'," he said with a meaningful look at his spouse.

Atticus pursed their lips together and let out a long breath from their nostrils as they closed their eyes in frustration before snatching the star from Otto's hands with more aggression than they'd meant.

"Okay, let's get this fucking star up, then. Get on your knees!" they said, voice cracking a little.

Otto giggled, which encouraged a higher pitch to his hiccups as they interrupted the sounds of amusement with snaps of pinched off air.

"Shit, dude," Atticus muttered in a pained way with how arousing those hiccups had been as Otto bent down low enough so that they could, very clumsily, mount his shoulders.

To be fair, Otto hadn't hoisted anyone on his shoulder since he was a young adult. The hiccups didn't necessarily make it more difficult, but it did make the rising a bit jumpier. Atticus yelped in surprise as he swayed a little, but to his credit the Pilates he did gave him enough core strength and leg stamina to support their weight.

"You hiCULK-ah! You g-hiCUMP! good?" he asked. He felt his head jolt backwards into Atticus' body.

"Hooomygod!" Atticus exclaimed, their body crouching at the sudden movement so close to the most sensitive part of their arousal. They found themselves grabbing Otto's forehead in a sudden reflexive reaction from the stimulation.

"Whoa!" Otto exclaimed as he had to rebalance himself to Atticus' body weight shift. "Did hiULMP! did I hu-hurMP!-hurt you?"

"Not-ooh! Not-mm! Shhhhh...not exactly," Atty said, reacting to every jolting hiccup. Their thighs trembled as they felt Otto's arms hold onto their legs a little more deliberately.

"Let's just get this fuh-ucking star up!" Atty continued as they forced themselves to straighten with trembling hands.

Otto was caught between amusement, concern, and finding his own horniness activated by the heat of Atticus' crotch against his neck and their subtle grinding movements.

With more focus and physical intention than it should've taken Atticus did finally slide the hobbled star onto the highest limb without taking the whole tree down.

As Otto bent back down, ignoring the loud cracking his knees made, Atticus slid off only to swing toward the front of their husband and push him further on the ground, giving him enough time to settle himself without forcing him with the non-verbal communication as Atticus panted at the urgency their arousal was at.

"U-herURK! huULK! huMP!-under the tr-hiILMP! tree? huUUULK! Oh god!" he exclaimed as the hiccups quickened.

Atticus wordlessly yanked a pillow from the couch and put it under his head as they pushed up the still flashing Christmas sweater and put their hands on his shaking belly while straddling him.

"Can't wait," they grunted.

Otto rarely saw Atticus this feral. Usually, the writer had some crumb of humility that kept them measured in the act of satiating their arousal. But seeing the hunger, the uncontrollable need, this was rare.

His hiccups only got harder, faster, and sharper. He panted between the precious gaps in spasming. He felt Atticus' naked crotch on his belly.

He felt the writer's frantic spasms in their genitals. He felt the heat and moisture. He smelled his partner. And, as he grabbed his own member, he buzzed and warmed in a way alcohol had never given him.

There were vocalizations, but neither of the couple could attribute them to one specific person, be it themselves or their partner. And falling into a moaning pile at the base of the tree, Atticus' head landing heavily on Otto's chest, they both breathed against each other.

Atticus felt Otto's remaining hiccups shove into their stomach. They were slower, both in time between hiccups and the individual hiccups themselves, but they were hard and deep. They made Otto moan after each one they could feel him trying to measure his breath.

Atticus tingled and twitched with each additional hiccup until they finally felt the arousal calm down and they could experience his hiccup case more passively.

"Well," Otto said, being the first one to speak and his voice being understandably hoarse. "I guess hu'UUUNK!-uuuuh. Mmm. I guess we opened hih'UMMMP!-ugh opened the first present?"

Atticus felt Otto's body spasm twice, a slapping liquid sound from his belly as they watched his chin tuck in with a frown and another groan.

Atty laughed breathily.

"Whoops?" they said sheepishly.

Otto huffed a laugh before another hiccup jostled them both.

"You need anything? They still feel pretty hard," Atticus said.

Otto shook his head, chin and short beard rubbing into the top of Atty's head.

"Not ye-hih'MMMP!-mm. Not yet," he said as he wrapped his arms around Atticus' body.

Atticus hummed as they snuggled into his body.

"Really glad your relatives didn't have a thing for the nativity scene," Atty mumbled.

"Oh? Why's that? HUH'mp!" he asked. He let out a little belch at the air that one had sucked into his throat.

"Don't think I could take baby Jesus judging us from some shelf up there!" they explained.

Atticus felt Otto jiggle again in silent laughter, cut off by another strong spasm, before trailing off. When they looked up to him, he had a hand over his eyes, still chuckling.

"What?" Atticus asked innocently.

"Just...just thinking of hu'UUUNK! of all the poor nutcrackers hu'ULP! who are probably scarred for life!" he exclaimed.

Atty guffawed, shaking in laughter themselves.

"Bet they never saw those kinds of nuts before!" they said with a pointed wiggle of their hips.

Otto closed his eyes as he set out laughing loudly.

"We need to turn them around next time-HU'URRK!" Otto said with a giggle.

The star sat a little lopsided on the tree that year. Neither one of them felt the need to straighten it. And when friends asked about it, they both exchanged bemused expressions and shrugged. They both liked it that way.

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First Christmas

This came to me yesterday. It was absolutely inspired by a character trait of the inspiration for Otto. I also added a little more lore into how Otto came to own his house.

CW:

Masturbation mention

Light description of sexual acts, but not necessarily explicit (in my opinion)

Hiccups from excitement

Christmas decorations

Atticus is Jewish adjacent more than anything

Mention of parent dying (Atticus' mom)

Mention of parent dying (Otto's dad)

Hard hiccups

Semi-fast hiccups

Hiccups being solved by food

Otto being sleep deprived because he has too much Christmas Joy

If I had the energy my apartment would look like the cover of a Christmas Card

Being awoken by Santa's tallest elf

The blasphemy in Atticus not knowing what Krampus is

The newness of living with each other and finding out things about each other

They're both incredible dorks

“So, don’t freak out,” Otto said as he appeared in front of Atticus while they sat up in bed after waking.

Otto looked a little...wilder than usual. His hair was a little more frazzled. His eyes somehow seemed larger, though they had faint shadows of exhaustion under them. He held his hands up to the writer as if to defend himself from whatever reaction he was hoping to prevent. His long finger splayed in front of Atticus’ eyes and the writer followed them to his palms and then to his face, blinking themselves into a state of alertness they deemed necessary to process Otto’s unusual request.

It was mid-December of the first year they’d lived together. As such, Atticus had not quite assimilated to all of Otto’s quirks, nor Otto to theirs. So, what should they expect when faced with the words ‘don’t freak out’?

It took more than a moment to form a response which seemed to leave Otto bouncing on the balls of his feet and biting his lip in anticipation.

“Pro-tip,” Atticus finally said, voice still hoarse from sleep, “the words ‘don’t freak out’ rarely succeed in calming someone down.”

Otto balled his hands up to his mouth with a solemn nod.

“Okay,” he said as he fanned his hands back out in gesticulation, “that’s a fair point.”

Atticus snorted a soft laugh at the concession.

“What, exactly, am I not supposed to freak out about?” they asked.

“What...is your opinion on decorating for the holidays?” he asked with forced casualness.

“Um...I like it? I mean, I rarely have the energy to do it myself, but I like Christmas. I might not believe in the...anything of it, but the décor was always kind of nostalgic,” Atticus admitted.

“Good!!” Otto said with so much enthusiasm and loudness it caused Atticus to visibly jump. “Sorry! Good. Good. That’s good. Cause...when you walk downstairs...I...just...know that I really love decorating for Christmas. I’m on the same page as you with the believing but...just…”

Otto’s face became a little desperate as he searched for words and got caught up with passion.

“I really like Christmas decorations. A lot,” he finally said.

“O...kay,” Atticus said slowly fitting the pieces of the puzzle together. “Did you...did you stay up all night decorating?”

“No!” he said with a finger pointing upward in front of him, “I got up in the middle of the night and decorated! I wanted to surprise you. But then I thought, what if they don’t like it? We haven’t talked about it. And didn’t they say they were Jewish? But they aren’t practicing? I don’t know if you’re practicing. I don’t think we’ve ever discussed it actually. Why haven’t we discussed it? I guess it’s not something you just talk about, is it? Or maybe something bad happened to them on Christmas and I’m just going to be inciting some traumatic event by reminding them of Christmas. So, I wanted to warn you and...and if you want me to take it down...give me a few hours because it’ll take a whi—”

Atticus had grabbed his wandering hands in front of him to stop his words. It had worked surprisingly well as he now stared down on them owlishly as they stood in front of him smirking.

“I love Christmas decorations, and I really want to see them,” they said.

Otto gifted them with a wide grin.

“Okay! Okay, good! C’mon!” he said as he led them downstairs.

The first thing Atticus noticed was lights. No, actually the first thing Atticus noticed was garland on the banister. Well, no, the first thing Atticus noticed was an explosion of reds, greens, golds, and shining decorations literally everywhere they turned their head. It was overwhelming and they walked slowly as they took in how the living room, dining room, and entire downstairs area had been taken over by meticulously placed and organized decorations culminating in an impressively realistic artificial tree in the corner of the living room next to the front window.

In the perimeter of their awareness, they heard Otto excitedly explaining the history of the nut crackers, the glass blown ornaments, the vintage strings of light, and various other characteristics of the veritable winter wonderland he’d created.

“...all from Germany. My dad’s side of the family. I have a vintage train set I used to bring out, but it’s honestly too much trouble to put it up anymore and it sort of blocks the flow of the house. And honestly? I’m not really into trains? Like, I know, right? I seem like a person who would be totally into trains, but they’re not really my thing. I can’t bring myself to get rid of it, though. Too sentimental, I guess. Maybe one day I’ll set it up again. Or maybe I can donate it to someone who would appreciate it. I dunno. Haven’t really looked into it…” Otto continued to babble until he noticed Atticus’ face taking all of the decorations in.

“Dude…” Atty finally said.

Otto’s eyes widened as he tried to figure out exactly what the statement of awe implied.

“Is that a good ‘dude’ or…” he asked.

Atticus simply turned to him with eyes wide behind their large glasses. A grin slowly grew on their face until it stretched into their cheeks and pushed into their eyes.

“Duuude!” they exclaimed. “This is awesome!”

Otto grinned and bounced on his feet.

“Yeah? Really? You don’t think it’s too much? I mean, I’d totally get it if you thought it was too much,” he said quickly.

“No-I-this is amazing! I can’t believe you did all of this in less than a night! I...well...the nutcrackers are kind of creepy. I like them but...something about nutcrackers. I think I was way too impressionable when I saw The Nutcracker performance. But they’re really cool, still! And...oh my gosh this tree! Man! Holy moly. This is just...like...it feels so warm and cozy!” Atticus said, beaming.

“I know! Right? That’s what I think! It’s-it’s why I do it every year. I...before my dad died, he used to decorate our house like this every Christmas. Our mom was never too into it so after he was gone it was just...you know...the basics,” he said as his fingers toyed with themselves in explaining.

“But, um, you know I actually inherited this house,” he continued. “Sorta. Kinda. After I got into recovery and was making amends I was encouraged to reach out to my uncle, my dad’s brother, by my sponsor. My therapist at the time thought it was a good idea, too. My uncle said there was this house here that he owned. My great aunt used to live here. He thought one of my cousins might want it, but they were already married and set up where they wanted to be, so he offered it to me. It came with so many things, and he told me I could do whatever I wanted to with them. Most of it I kept. Just...the history, y’know? And all of these decorations. Then I asked my mom if I could have the decorations from dad’s collection. And, you know, she made it this big thing. But she gave them to me eventually. Anyway.”

Atticus listened and nodded, scanning the scene again as he explained the history. They noticed how very old the ornaments were at that point. Timeless. Or, perhaps, trapped in time? They couldn’t pinpoint it, but they felt as if they’d stepped into a greeting card or the pictures in a book. Even the lights seemed to give the house a sepia feel. It gave them a swelling of emotion they didn’t exactly expect; they rubbed their hand on their chest at it.

“Yeah. Yeah, you know...my mom...she didn’t really care for Christmas,” Atticus said, “But, for my sake, she decorated every year despite it. My mom didn’t have great memories of her family. But she did have some ornaments. I kept them with me. Some stuff from when I packed up at her apartment after she died, I still have in boxes in the loft bedroom. Um...she was always surprised how much Christmas meant to me. But I’ve always loved it.”

Atty felt Otto’s arm around them and found themselves leaning into the softness of his side.

“My dad,” they continued, “he wasn’t really practicing. He had a menorah. I have that, too. Sometimes I give a light-hearted attempt at celebrating. But I wasn’t really brought up religiously Jewish. I think my mom made more of an attempt to connect me with that part of my culture than my dad ever did.”

“Yeah?” Otto said. “Well, if you want you are more than free to add anything you have. I mean...that would actually be pretty great. Mmk! I’d mmk! I’d li—like to se-mp!-see those ornaments and mk!mk! and men—norah! Heh. I thi-himp!-think the ex-ip!-excitement himp’k! gave me mmk! the hiccups!”

Atticus had felt a flush take over their body from the first soft jostle they’d felt as his side. They shivered involuntarily and Otto had the audacity to bring them closer into his body. Though, to be fair, Atty didn’t resist.

“Oh no…” Atticus said weakly with very little attempt at genuineness. They smiled up at the tall clock maker as he placed his hand on his chest and grinned sheepishly.

Still fairly new to celebrating their shared arousals Otto rocked them with his body as he shifted weight from one foot to the other feeling the thumps of his diaphragm pull at his abdomen and jerk his head.

“Guess herp! guess this hmm! is our fir—irst hmp! gift of the hup’k!hmp! of the season!” he said as he looked shyly down at them.

“You want to…” Atty said as they couldn’t resist putting a hand on his stomach to feel the movements “...open the present down here or upstairs?”

“Hmmhmmmk!-mm!” he said, rubbing his chest at the deepness of that one. The hiccups were getting stronger with his increasing arousal as he watched and felt Atticus’ reactions and their struggle to keep themselves together.

“May-hmm!-maybe upsta-huh’mmk! upstairs?” he suggested. “HU’ULK! Oh, excuse me! Hnk!-uh. huULK!-uh.”

Atticus let out a shaky breath at the quickening hiccups and his apology for the loud hiccup.

“Yeah. Yeah-yeah. Upstairs. Like, now,” they said, urgently.

With that same sense of urgency, the couple rushed to their shared bed. Lying next to each other, against each other, Atticus nearly on top of Otto with how close they were, they fed off of one another’s moans and sounds and movements as they masturbated simultaneously until they found themselves breathless and spent.

Atticus heard themselves vocalizing their pleasure excitedly as Otto’s hiccups continued and became worse, faster, as he gasped in his own excited self-administrations. Atty grew more and more aroused with every quickened breath and moan choked off by hiccup clusters hardly giving him space to breathe.

At one point the writer remembered looking up to make sure Otto was still okay as the hiccups hit him in such quick succession. The sounds ran into each other, gasping croakily in his throat as if he was experiencing one elongated hiccup instead of a cluster of several. But their concern was temporary as they only saw in Otto’s closed eyes an expression of intense arousal, brow furrowed as his body curled with the rhythmic administrations of his hand to himself. And then he vocalized a sighing moan before more hiccups interrupted him.

The visual electrified and quickened Atticus’ own pleasure and, though their climaxes were staggered they weren’t that far apart as they both eventually ended up lax and spent. Atticus’ head found its way to Otto’s chest and Otto’s arm wound around their body as they both gasped and panted into calmer breathing.

Otto’s diaphragm didn’t make it easy to calm his breathing, though, as it still tugged at his lungs in strong spasms.

“H’muuck!-uh. Hm’mmk!-mm. Guess they’re mmk! stubborn toda-hup’k!-today! Scuse me! Hrmk!-mm. Mm!mm!hmmk’m!-uh. Jeez. HU’UPK! Whew,” he said as he rubbed his chest and belly.

“Dang, those sound so strong, still,” Atticus noted, the buzz and afterglow softening their arousal reaction leaving them more concerned than turned on.

“Yeah they huh’mmk!-uh, they are a li-hip!-litt—little. Damn. HULP!HUP!-oof. They’ll mmk!hmp! they’ll calm do-hup!-down after hm’mmk! after a whi—ile, I think,” he said.

“Hope so,” Atticus said as they rubbed his jiggling and popping stomach sympathetically.

Otto smiled at the gesture.

“Have you eaten breakfast, yet?” they asked.

The question gave Otto pause.

“No actu—actually. HUP!-ooh. Sorry. Wonder hmk! wonder mk!mk!mm!…” Otto said and paused as his head and stomach jerked silently a few more times at the rapid attack before slowing again as he sighed. “Ugh. Mm. Wonder if th—that would hup! he—help! hu’uuck!”

“Let’s find out,” Atticus offered.

As it turned out, having food helped a great deal in slowing Otto’s hiccups. Sitting in the kitchen he watched Atticus stare into the living room, head leaning in hand, as they ate their eggs distractedly.

Otto’s hiccups hadn’t stopped completely, yet, but he could tell they were on the way out. He was relieved to have been given some more breathing room, and his throat was starting to feel less irritated with the cool water he was drinking. He smiled as Atticus’ attention continued to be distracted by his decorations.

“You reall—really do like them don’t y—don’t you?” he said as he swallowed another bite of eggs.

“I really do,” Atticus confirmed. They turned back to Otto with a soft smile. They gave his belly a gentle pat. “How’s your diaphragm?”

“Calming down, thankfully,” he said. His body bounced again with another silent spasm. “Mm. That was a nice surprise, though.” He jerked again and took another drink of water to ease his throat.

“Mmm. Yeah, it was. Thank you. I know you didn’t plan it, but thanks anyway. Heck, if advent calendars had gifts like that, I might consider actually participating!” Atticus said in humor.

Otto chuckled and released a small hup!

“Twelve days of—of hiccuping might be a little much. E—even for me,” he said.

“No kidding,” Atticus said with a nod of agreement.

“You know you’re not the only one who g—gets something out of it, right?” Otto asked.

Atticus shrugged.

“Yeah, but you do more for it,” they said, brushing off the comparison.

“Mm, I don’t really see it that way,” he said. He swallowed another mouthful of food and noticed a distinct lack of tickle in the back of his throat. Breathing in through his nose he confirmed the case had come to an end. “Having the hiccups isn’t something that takes effort, y’know? I just, sorta, it just happens! And it-it doesn’t really bother me to have them. Not really. So, don’t think you’re expecting me to sacrifice myself to any sort of, I dunno, laborious physical action. Hiccups are just...part of my life, I guess. And having you admire them and get aroused by them is, well, really convenient!”

Atticus was facing him now. Their eyes studied him as he spoke. They took a breath, trying to take in the truth of what he’d said.

“You’re sure? They don’t...they don’t bother you too much?” they asked.

Otto shook his head enthusiastically, lowering his eyebrows in emphasis.

“No, man! Seriously! I would have them if you found them arousing or not! I’m just...glad they don’t annoy you. The fact they please you is sort of a bonus! For both of us! Cause...cause when you get all hot and bothered and flustered I just...mm. Man. It gets me really nng! Y’know?!” he said as he bounced in his chair a little.

“Oh, I know ‘nng’ all too well!” they said with a smile.

Otto chuckled.

“Well...I guess Happy Holidays, then! To both of us!” Atticus said.

“Happy Holidays,” Otto agreed emphatically. “And, who knows, we might get a couple more advent presents today. This little dome shaped muscle feels frisky.”

Otto rubbed under his ribs.

“Oof. You tease!” Atty exclaimed.

“I would never!” Otto rebuked.

“Careful. Santa Clause will get you for lying…” Atty said.

“Actually, no, that would be Krampus,” Otto said.

“...What’s a Krampus?”

“Oh my god...okay...so…” Otto started.

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Ask Box Joy

To the two people who left me inbox messages filled with love and appreciation, I cannot tell you how much reading those meant to me.

Again, I don't know how temporary this little weird community is going to be. But I'm appreciating these moments of connection as if it will end tomorrow.

To be considered a friend based purely on what I've written is such a gift. I hope I am the good person I come across as. I can only hope I am.

To be seen as the spark igniting this community is quite an honor. Your willingness to want to give creativity to me, specifically, is really fucking moving.

The core of my identity, I think, is creativity. So, to see so many creatives express themselves through this kink is extremely satisfying.

I may not be the best at everything I attempt to do, but I do enjoy doing it. And beyond the hiccup kink thing, I hope that all of you enjoy creating, too.

I dunno, maybe a decade down the road they'll be some sort of Hiccup Con. Ha! Oy.

At any rate, no matter what the future holds for the people who have lead themselves to this creative outlet for hiccup kinksters, I am extremely appreciative of what it is right now.

Thanks everyone. Also, stop being so nice. If I start believing it I fear for the safety of the world!

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The AUDACITY of calling me old when worm does this:

No, but this is a really cute idea.

I, being a hurt/comfort NUT, had always wondered if Fizz would find hiccuping to be painful or for him to develop frequent, strong hiccups.

And, also, the sounds he would make are extremely intriguing to think about.

I had always imagined he'd be one to get them for quite a while considering possible sensitivity as a result of the physical trauma. But the possibility of them actually not bothering him despite the sounds and the hardness of them hadn't occurred to me.

Me, who writes a character with terrible sounding hiccups which only bother him when he's had them for a while or in special circumstances.

I love that clown cyborg, man. I seriously do!

i think there's an imp-lication that damaged horns affect an imp's hearing in s2e7 with the sign language scene. if that's pure coincidence, though, then it's a headcanon ig. in any case, fizz's use of sign is due to hearing issues as well as initial voice fuckery following the accident.

so uhhh he definitely can't even tell exactly how painfully croaky his cases sound :3 which is why he is Always Fucking Confused abt ozz's concern

also im shoving my enby fizz headcanon down yall's throats ehe

talkin wit b/itz one day like "thanks for the free bottom surgery i guess, but bro, this is how i sound after voice training 😭😭😭😭"

he would've loveddddd to have kept his current voice from that age but bro was permanently screwed after getting blown up RIP

what i wouldn't give to have his current adult voice tho...or filmstar's...gwuh

at some point fizz would get a case around b/itz and he's teasing asf abt it until he remembers it's his fault fizz sounds like that and he goes rly quiet like oh ._. and fizz is just like "????? i'm f–HUCK-MP!–fine, do these things really–HIGGUCK–really sound that ba–HUP!-uh–bad??"

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Gratitude

Last night I was feeling particularly terrible about my kink. I felt gross. I had just taken care of things and gotten a relaxing relief, and I felt a wave of self-disgust pass over me.

The reason why I'm saying this is because today when I looked at my following page there were two hiccup kink blogs posting and instead of feeling disgust, I felt...normal.

I'm not naive. I know in an instant whatever community I have attracted on this platform could be gone. I know kinks are flighty things and people come and go. Those who I've connected with are behind a veil of healthy anonymity preventing us from being deeper friends.

But I also know how important it is to see who you are in others and normalize identities not held by the majority of society, especially when it comes to arousal and intimacy.

Reading about other's journeys in this kink helps my acceptance of it in myself. I hope I'm doing the same for others by keeping this blog. I appreciate you all posting in these tags and following me and allowing me to follow you.

One day someone may figure out this kink of mine. But if I fortify myself with others who are healthy and self-aware and compassionate in regard to the odd ways in which I am aroused, I might be able to have more grace with myself and less defensiveness in someone's possible discovery.

I know this sounds like a pretty grand statement in relation to a silly little kink, but as long as we can hold ourselves accountable in not hurting anyone and respecting boundaries (including our own) I have a lot of hope that this can continue to be a safe place to explore who we are and why we are.

Thanks for allowing that to happen, everyone.