#no sex

[drchucktingle]

do you have any tingler suggestions for an asexual and aromantic buckaroo?

YES BUD all preferred pounds are valid including NO POUND AT ALL and this is very important, as i am sure my aromantic and asexual buds know.

as a buckaroo who spends a lot of time fighting against gatekeeping i will use this as opportunity to say yet again ALL ARE WELCOME IN THE TINGLEVERSE ESPECIALLY MY ACE AND ARO BUCKAROOS.

in fact, after chucks upcoming horror novel CAMP DAMASCUS i have another horror novel coming out next year from same publisher called BURY YOUR GAYS (i am being secret about plot of for now but trust me tumblr buds will like this one) but one of the MAIN LEADS of 'bury your gays' is an asexual aromantic bud and she is such a fun character REALLY enjoyed writing her and i am excited for everyone to meet her.

ALRIGHT as far as tinglers go i have written MANY pound free books that you can enjoy, some are about an ace or aro way and some are about consent or saying NO THANKS BUD but they all do not have sex in them. the favorite of most buckaroos is probably ABSOLUTELY NO THOUGHTS OF POUNDING DURING MY FUN DAY WITH THIS KIND T-REX BECAUSE I'M AROMANTIC AND ASEXUAL AND THAT'S A WONDERFULLY VALID WAY OF PROVING LOVE IS REAL

if you are interested in whole collections there are paperbacks name of NOT POUNDED BY ANYTHING that you would probably enjoy. this series has three whole volumes just keep in mind not all characters in these bundle are ace and aro but MANY are. others just dont feel like a pound.

examples of stories that are more about consent and importance of HOLDING BOUNDARIES would be something like JUST KIND OF IGNORING THIS SAD LONESOME T-REX WHO IS SCREAMING "DEBATE ME" FROM HIS FOLDING CHAIR which is about how sometimes best way to deal with goofball conservative 'commentators' is just ignore their scoundrel whining as they moan their lonesome ways in the dark. so there are no pounds in that one just ignores. it is available as audiobook and so is ace aro story above too.

anyway buckaroo hope that helps. if you want to see full list you can look on chuck website and trot down to section of tinglers that says NO SEX

thank you for proving love is real in your own way i am SO GLAD our timelines have crossed it is an honor and i appreciate it very much. had fun time revisiting these books today and look forward to writing more for my asexual and aromantic buds. LOVE IS REAL

#ace #aro #asexual #aromantic #tingleverse #LGBTQIA #love is real #chuck tingle #no pound #no sex #pound free #tinglers #writers of tumblr #writing

[tvneon]

#no sex #80s #1980s #retro #vintage

[rvspecter]

Hey he says I can't have sex while working with him - is that really his call? Well he is your commanding officer.

#no sex of any kind #weakens legs #clouds your judgement #suits tv #suits usa #harvey specter #mike ross #marvey #no sex

[spnj2fanlw]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural, Supernatural RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam/Dean, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: sam winchester/Dean winchester - Character, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki - Character, Richard Speight Jr., Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Wincest - Freeform, Crack, AU, Fourth Wall, multiple sams and deans Summary:

Sam & Dean investigate an old abandoned photography studio where forty people have disappeared over the past ten years. Set in Season 9.

*****

This has such an interesting concept that I can't stop thinking about it. 

#supernatural #wincest #sam winchester #dean winchester #WINCEST saves the day #no sex #fascinating concept #can't stop thinking about this #all the Sam's and Dean's need wincest

[actual-corpse]

You have got to be fucking kidding me...

And here I was, diminishing my sexuality because I am attracted to someone... I just think he's really fucking cute, but I don't want a relationship (beyond friendship lol) of any kind.

It makes perfect sense!!

#except I still act stupid #i just REALLY like to look at him ya know? #he makes my brain all stupid... #but when I really think about it #i do not want him #at all #no date #no sex #nothing #but hes so fine #i was having a crisis until I remembered aesthetic attraction #asexual #aromantic #aesthetic #aesthetic attraction #i labeled myself as 'grey' because of a misunderstanding (Grey is perfectly valid!) #what a relief

[cardboardbox-fly]

This is how I feel kind of

Sex In reading and theory; 👍👍👍👍👍

Anything to do with actually having sex; 😀👎

#asexual #they hypersexual to asexual pipeline is real #is this why I hate [character] x [y/n] fics #acespec #ace pride #asexual post #no sex #nope #don’t want it #queer

[i-give-u--stuff]

20$ BITCHES

#undertale #fanfic writing #undertale fanfiction #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #no smut #no sex #angst #no sex only murder

[submissive-cuckold-slave]

Kleiner geht immer !

#chastity slave #never inside #no sex #small penis size

[widebruh]

I rode my bike so hard that my teeth hurt

#this is not a euphemism #no sex #sex isnt real #no cock no balls and probably no butthole #also no homo just in case #196 #r/196 #rule #apartmentofawesome #:3

[lukewarmcrayfish]

Part two: Saboteur x Prince.

The pocket watch felt like a still beating heart, cold and beating pressed against his thigh as the minutes droned on. He chided himself for arriving early, a mistake to be sure. With royalty, the event started when he decided to grace it with his presence. The saboteur should expect nothing less from a privileged prince.

The night was deafening and still. Every sound was funneled to his ears. The clank of armor from the knights on the other side of the wall. The September wind biting at him. He swore he could hear the chill of it as it brushed against his ears. It was certain that autumn had arrived. He heard every cicada, every locust flapping its wings. He watched a locust as it took flight with an obnoxious whirr to its wings. It perched atop the toe of his boot. He kicked his foot watching as it flew away. Behind him he heard a soft thud.

He whirled around to see the prince. His disguise was lacking. Had it been more skillfully crafted, he wouldn’t have recognized him at first glance. It was a dreadful attempt at concealing his identity for a night out, if there was any attempt made at all. A woolen cloak with a gaudy gold clasp. The cloak had an odd waxy sheen, perhaps treated by lanolin. His gloves were the same elf-green and lanolin treated. The saboteur should expect nothing less, he wouldn’t dishonor the royal tradition for even one night. The glasses didn’t help either, but they were a necessity. It seemed every heir of the kingdom had dreadful vision. Thankfully, they were simple. Sterling silver and clear, not tinted.

The prince’s tight hug parted his cloak, slightly. As the hug forced the air from the saboteur’s lungs he felt the warmth of the prince’s skin. He wore but a single layer under the cloak. A low-necked button up. Oversized and reminiscent of commoner fashion. Possibly, the only satisfactory part of his disguise. As they separated, a kiss lingered against his lips already tainted with champagne.

“I’m glad I still caught you,” the prince said. His voice was hushed and the smile on his lips was audible. “I was wrestling with the ledger. My sisters decided on a shopping spree today.”

His informant was spot on, the prince indeed was in charge of managing the royal family's finances. Perfect. The image of him sipping champagne as he inserted every receipt into the ledger was oddly humbling. Just a regular guy drinking before a date while finishing his work.

#jayson rambles #regency kink #royalty kink #saboteur x prince #saboteur #prince #prince ftm #no sex #i wrote this at work so sorry no sex in it

[coochiequeens]

Men can either evolve or die alone. The women in this movement may not have a spouse or kids but they are building their own community

Many South Korean women are so fed up with machismo that, in recent years, they’ve taken up a radical stance: refusing to marry, date men, have sex and reproduce. This movement—known as “the four no’s”—began in 2019. It has since spread, in the hope that the conservative government of Yoon Suk-yeol will adopt measures that promote gender equality.

Despite the solid academic credentials of women in South Korea, according to a study by Statista, the gender pay gap is scandalous: men earn 30% more than women. This makes the country, according to the Korean Herald, the most gender-unequal OECD nation.

Added to this is a poor work-life balance in South Korea, as well as a disparity in the distribution of domestic tasks. Women often assume the responsibility of raising children, pushing them to have to choose between working or being mothers. In South Korea, the work week is 52-hours-long.

The ”four no’s” is a desperate cry that arose after the incumbent South Korean president began his term. He has stated his intention to abolish the Ministry of Gender Equality and Family. The repercussions of the so-called “birth strike” have been severe for the country. For three consecutive years, the country has had the lowest fertility rate in the world, with an average of 0.78 children per woman.

“Life isn’t going well for many young people, for whom getting married or having children is no longer natural,” Lee Sang-lim, a demographer at the Korea Institute of Health and Social Affairs, told The New York Times.

The country is on alert, since an average of 2.1 children per woman is estimated to be necessary to keep the population stable. In 2020, the number of deaths exceeded the number of births in South Korea. Many cities are at risk of disappearing in the coming years.

Hawon Jung, the author of Flowers of Fire: The Inside Story of South Korea’s Feminist Movement, tells EL PAÍS that the movement was sparked by the governmental policies in a country that she considers to be very conservative.

“Single mothers are stigmatized, doctors refuse to give IVF to women without a male partner—even though it’s not illegal—and out-of-wedlock births represent only 2% of the total, compared to the average of 41% for women in the OECD. Marriage and childbirth are closely intertwined; women are pressured to sacrifice their career once they have a child or get married.”

Jung believes that the origin of the problem lies in the role of women since Confucianism—the prevailing ideology before the reforms of the 20th century. The philosophy advocated submissive daughters, chaste wives and self-sacrificing mothers. These beliefs were maintained due to a militarized society, where the concept of aggressive masculinity has been prevalent throughout history. This has applied from the Korean War (1950-1953) onwards, through the military dictatorship, to the ongoing confrontation with North Korea.

According to Jung, “countries where parents are more cooperative and have good family policies—such as Sweden—or that recognize the diversity of couples, like France, have been more successful in stabilizing or even increasing their birth rates.”

The movement of the “four no’s” reflects the radicalization of a frustration that has made women even opt to give up sex. According to Jung, “young women don’t consider it worth investing their time and energy into having affairs with men,” as they find it exhausting trying to find one who doesn’t follow patriarchal norms.

Feminist movements have, historically, been very effective in the country, achieving milestones such as the decriminalization of abortion in 2021, or changes in the notions of female beauty. The “escape of the corset” movement, for instance, rejects the rigid South Korean stereotypes associated with women, such as having long hair or following the K-pop beauty concept, which imposes the obligation on women to have porcelain skin, wear perfect makeup and undergo plastic surgery. It’s increasingly common to see South Korean women and girls with short hair, or daring to wear glasses rather than contact lenses. This has been a real revolution.

But there is still a long way to go in a country where gender violence doesn’t always lead to a charge or divorce. According to a survey published by the Korean Institute of Criminology and Justice, eight out of 10 men admitted to having been violent towards their partner.

Jennifer Jung-Kim, a professor of Korean History at UCLA, points out via email that, in order to solve the problems derived from the gender gap in South Korea, gender-based violence must be recognized and prosecuted as such.

“When it comes to the government and corporations, laws and policies must prohibit discrimination and guarantee equal pay and opportunities for women… especially working mothers. Socially, there needs to be a greater support system for working parents, so that either parent can take days off if a child is sick, or to attend a school meeting or event. And single parents, whether male or female, shouldn’t be stigmatized, regardless of whether they are adoptive or biological parents,” she explains.

For Jung-Kim, the most important thing is an internal change on the part of men.

“They must step up and take on household chores and childcare equally and support their wives in their career choices.”

Judy Han, a professor and vice chair of Undergraduate Affairs in the Department of Gender Studies at UCLA, points out that the movement of the “four no’s” is an invitation to rebuild society.

“Can we imagine a world where women don’t have to shoulder the full burden of reproductive and domestic work, without being degraded or exploited? Where they could have marriage equality without throwing away their professional careers? Can women imagine a world without abuse, rape and violence?” she wonders.

This approach could work in many other democratic countries where gender inequality affects birth rates. Faced with an apparently unbeatable patriarchal system, more and more women around the world are choosing to give up having children, because they cannot reconcile their personal and professional lives. The consequences can push governments to act and shape entire societies.

According to Judy Han, “anyone—men and women, straight, queer, cisgender and transgender—would benefit from taking these criticisms seriously and creating a more just society.”

#South Korea #the Four No’s #No dates #no sex #no weddings #No kids #Hawon Jung #Flowers of Fire: The Inside Story of South Korea’s Feminist Movement

[3dollarbillyalls]

“Should’ve left my pants on this time…”

#limp bizkit #fred durst #no sex

[writingforfishes]

Otto and Atticus Chronicles Part 5: To Sleep Perchance to Hiccup...and Cuddle

Preface:

This fic was inspired by someone who messaged me some amazing prompts! I combined two of them.

- Atticus isn’t in a hiatus but they also don’t really feel like masturbating, it’s pretty early in the morning and they just woke up. Otto gets decently fast but not super uncomfortable hiccups and they just cuddle in bed and spoon a little maybe

- Atty watching Otto hiccup in his sleep with just so much love in their heart. God they have the best, cutest, most wonderful partner in the entire world

This fic has a LOOOT of exposition before things get started. I sincerely apologize but I couldn't help myself. My obsession with fleshing out the lives of my characters is deep. So give it around 1500 words to get to any content of a hiccup nature. Maybe I'll put a symbol when the hiccups start so those who are here mainly for that can find them easier.

This work is pretty safe for work/tumblr. There are mentions of arousal but nothing overt so I won't be putting it behind a filter.

Brief mention of Otto's sobriety, but it's blink and you'll miss it. Contains notes of somnolence appreciation, but not somno specifically. Just an adoration and admiration of sleep/iness as a form of intimate vulnerability. (Any arousal is from the hiccups not the sleep.) But I suppose it could be read as somnophilia as well and that wouldn't bother me. (Here! Have my art and make it yours!)

I can't think of any specific content warnings but if you feel there needs to be feel free and message me.

Anyway, on with it!

(An alert to where the hiccups start is in red font 😉)

***

Otto had been out all day. Sometimes he tended to be a little enthusiastic with his scheduling, especially on home visits. Rationally, he knew that home visits would go longer than he planned. He also knew that inevitably that would mean rushing to the next visit with a shorter period in between. But in the enthusiastic moments of conceiving finishing every home visit the same day and only having to leave home one day as opposed to several days he overlooked that rationality and threw caution to the wind.

Were his windy caution tossing days of scheduling too many clock repair and maintenance visits much tamer than before sobriety? Certainly. But there were still consequences and one of those consequences was only seeing Atticus at the beginning and end of the day. The other consequence was forgoing healthy food for convenient food. There was yet another consequence to come, but as of this moment in his timeline, that particular one hadn’t been experienced yet.

So off to Bert to check out his grandfather clock. Bert didn’t talk much. Otto and him exchanged short notes on the clock, some noncommittal discussion on the weather, an update on sport scores, and that was that. Otto was able to pick up a salad and sandwich on the way to his next visit.

This was a new customer, Beatrice “Bea”, who had come into possession of a tall clock that was, honestly, spectacular. They were younger despite what their name suggested, in their 30’s, and had inherited this particular clock from their mom’s side of the family. They had no idea what they had. Whoever had been servicing the clock before him had done a pretty good job. Doing some light maintenance and putting it into beat and talking for a bit about maintenance they could do at home, recommending some tools, and teaching them about the clock was a delightful experience.

Bea had a cornucopia of antiques, both inherited and sought out. Otto could tell they were of a mind of living in a decade that wasn’t theirs and Otto could certainly understand and appreciate the anachronistic identity. He had often been teased that he’d been born at 40 years old and was living life now as an 80 year old, tendency of grumpiness included. He didn’t hate the implication, honestly. And Atticus was a fantastic enabler of him embracing that quality. Not only were they patient with his rants about modern technology and dying craftsmanship, but they often fanned the flames of his frustration for their own amusement.

It actually took a while for Otto to realize he was being teased. And when he confronted Atticus they admitted it, apologized, and promised they would stop if he felt made fun of. Really, they just enjoyed seeing that passion riled up and supported the basis of his arguments. After some consideration Otto decided that he was fine with being teased, but only because he was supported. After a while it was discovered that they both had a tendency to tease each other and, despite neither of them having had a relationship quite like it, they seemed to thrive in the playfulness. But, of course, if either one of them felt like it was too much or they weren’t in the mood for it, communication was always given and the energy always shifted to sustain what the other needed. No hurt feelings. It was the most honest and safest relationship Otto had ever found himself in. Then again, his track record was pretty grim when it came to healthy relationships in general. Regardless, it far exceeded the fairly low bar he had to contend with historically.

After Bea was a string of customers including a business who often called on him to manage the street clocks when they fell behind, needed service, or there was a time change. After that was a jeweler who used his services when they got an older watch that needed repairing. The owner and employees knew how to adjust sizes, change batteries, and a million other small things that one didn’t know jewelers could do until they needed the service, but older automatic watches were something they often outsourced. He was happy to be a local contact.

And, last on his list because he knew it would take the longest, was Millie. Otto loved talking to Millie. She would feed him cookies and coffee and sometimes new snacks she had picked up at the international store that she was trying for the first time and wanted to experience with someone else.

Millie’s children had moved away from the city so she often didn’t have anyone with her. She lived alone, her husband having passed a few years prior, with her two cats and her house full of gorgeous clocks. Millie’s family had a robust history of clock repair and clock making. Her great-great-grandmother worked on Black Forest clocks in Germany. And though Millie, herself, had never pursued a career in horology, her father had been a master jeweler locally as well as a well-known handyman. Millie often compared Otto to her father in both temperament and skill. It was an extreme compliment to Otto as he had looked up her father after he met her for the first time and was astounded at all the man had accomplished and how instilled his practice had become in the city. Everyone seemed to bring up her father’s name at some point in the maker community. Even those who had been transplants to the city knew of his work and skill.

Otto probably knew more about Millie than he had of his own mother. And, in a lot of ways, Millie filled that maternal role the way his mother never had. The octogenarian (in the genuine sense as opposed to the assigned sense Otto was referred as) was refreshingly open and inclusive. Her family had lived lives of oppression and minority. The lessons she chose to take from that reflected in showing everyone love and acceptance. How quick she had learned Atticus’ pronouns was proof positive that if someone put enough thought and caring into wanting to respect someone then it was just that much easier to do so correctly.

As predicted, he spent a few hours with Millie. It was clock winding day and Millie always invited Otto over to help her. And while it had been an incredibly fulfilling visit, as it always was, he had only consumed cookies, coffee, and a spicy curry-like snack Millie had opened and put in bowls for them. And, well, Otto did enjoy spicy food.

Otto had texted Atticus that he wouldn’t be back in time for dinner so to go ahead and reheat last nights dinner for themselves. He was going to get something from a restaurant on the way home. Atticus made a tease about his food choices today and recommended an antacid before bed tonight. Otto sighed as he looked up from the text. His partner was probably right. He could already feel some bloating and pressure from the curry snack.

When he finally got back home he found Atticus typing furiously on their laptop on the couch in the living room. Their small body was balled up, face inches from the screen. A notebook with writing scrawled on the pages was beside them.

Otto had told them many times before that they were free to use his desk when he wasn’t in, but this almost fetal position they took while engaged in the story they were writing seemed preferable to good posture. He’d have to remember to offer a shoulder massage tomorrow. Tomorrow. Which was to be blissfully free of any form of work-related activity. He sighed, getting their attention.

“Hey,” he said, sheepishly.

“Hello...the shadow of my husband. You look beat,” Atticus said, suppressing a yawn that seemed sympathetic in the timing, and stretching with audible pops in their neck and back.

“No offense, spouse, but you don’t look much better. Which means...you made progress?” Otto said, recognizing the passionate drive their typing had presented when he walked in.

“Oh god, so much. And if I stop now I feel like I’ll lose it, honestly,” they replied.

“Then...as it is almost midnight I think I should probably wish you goodnight and head to bed,” Otto said, regretfully.

“Is it really? Damn. No, right. I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve got such a thing going...ugh!” Atticus replied, desperately gesturing to the screen.

“No, no. That wasn’t meant to be a dig. Besides, I’m exhausted. I have the whole day free tomorrow. We’ll make up for today, okay?”

“Yeah,” Atticus said with a smile. “Okay. I love you…”

“Love you too, my little comma,” Otto said with a laugh.

“Oh, am I scrunching again? Ugh, yeah. Okay, straightening out now. Figuratively speaking. Well literally...bodily...not sexually. It...you get it,” they said, brain firmly planted on the story and not on making much headway in any other forms of intelligence at the moment.

“Goodnight,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. He put a kiss on their forehead as he went upstairs hearing an echo of his goodnight from behind him as he climbed the stairs. If he didn’t get to bed quickly he would faceplant before he did. Oh and that antacid? It had been a good thought.

A few hours later Atticus’ mind had finally insisted that it could no longer function to make words into sentences on the seemingly too bright screen. So, saving the work on the hard drive, saving the work on a cloud source they paid for, and saving the work on an external hard drive they uncurled themselves from the couch and got ready for bed.

Atty hadn’t always slept in the same bed as Otto. When they first moved in neither one was sure about being able to share a bed. But as the relationship deepened and they became more comfortable with being physically near one another, and then a bit obsessive of it at times, both of them found they preferred sharing a bed. But usually on nights where Atticus was getting to bed so late the writer would tuck themselves into the loft bed to avoid disturbing their partner.

Considering they hadn’t really seen Otto all day and that Otto didn’t have any commitments later that morning Atticus leaned toward the side of selfishness in wanting to sleep near him tonight. So, stripping down to boxer briefs, they crept into the room and turned on a warm lamp light on their side of the bed.

Otto was not usually a deep sleeper but they could tell by his face that he was utterly catatonic-seeming as he hadn’t even flinched when the light had come on. Atticus’ back-sleeper husband had his hands lightly resting over his chest and his lips very gently parted as he breathed softly with just the slightest of soft whistle as breath moved in and out of his mouth. Atticus smiled.

(Hiccups start here, you adorable scanner looking for hiccups!)

They shuffled their body into the covers and then perked up, back cracking a little as they straightened it abruptly. What was that sound? A radar went off in their brain usually saved for picking up the sound of a hiccup. But that didn’t make any sense. They waited a little and felt a small shudder in the bed and there the sound was again. Like a very soft ‘uck’ from the side of...Otto.

Suspiciously Atty turned toward the man and watched him patiently. It didn’t take long for their baffled hunch to be proven.

Otto’s body spasmed beside them, chest pulling and stomach pooching out quickly. His neck punched in above his clavicle. At the movement a soft ‘uck’ left his lips, croaky and deep. The bed gave a tremor and so did Atticus. Did he genuinely have the hiccups as he slept?

A few more minutes watching him intensely proved that to be true. Some of the hiccups were soundless, his body jolting. In the several minute span of watching Atticus saw rapid hiccups as well as solitary ones that were more evenly spaced. And while him hiccuping with such soft abandon was incredibly confusingly arousing, it was also heartwarmingly endearing.

At no point did Otto’s face indicate he was in any form of wakefulness during the attack. It was the picture of peace aside from a few twitches that were normal as someone slept. A few times his head moved side to side with a particularly hard hiccup, but overall the hiccups seemed to be integrated into his sleep as much as snoring would be. And, as Otto’s body temperature ran warmer, he rarely had anything but a light sheet on and that had long since been pushed down his body during the night so that his white undershirt laid softly against the perfect silhouette of his chest and belly.

Atticus was overwhelmed. But, they were also teetering on exhaustion. It was a very confusing place to be, energy-wise. For a good long while they just sat there staring at the event of Otto hiccuping in his sleep. Soft ‘huk’s, rapid silents, sometimes louder hiccups and doubles likes ‘huck-UCK’ would materialize startling Atticus but not having any effect on Otto other than to jostle his head about a little.

The hiccups would interrupt sleep grunts and sighs. At one point Atticus was SURE that Otto had woken because he smacked his lips together and sniffed only to hiccup three times afterward. But with a soft grunt his lips slowly parted again and he was still asleep.

Fifteen minutes of being a passive observer in the dim light of their lamp had passed before they could no longer help themselves. They had to cuddle. They were having physical contact withdrawals without the hiccups appearing (for the first time in a month or two at that), and this was too much to simply be a passive observer to.

Slowly they scooted over and snuggled their head on Otto’s chest. Otto grunted, hiccuped, sniffed, hiccuped two more times, and finally started shifting taking a breath that indicated he was stirring. Atticus tried not to feel guilty when he looked down at them blearily, head thrown back into his pillow at another hiccup. He gave them a dopey smile and lifted his arm off his chest and pulled it around them pulling his partner closer to his body.

“H-uk!-hey,” Otto said hoarsely.

“Hey,” Atticus repeated. “You have the hiccups, sir.” They said it very matter-of-factly to prevent themselves from stuttering over the word.

“I do?” Otto said and jolted with three silent hiccups that hit him in a row. He blinked owlishly, eyes wide in recognition. “Oh!” He put the hand that was not embracing Atty on his chest in surprise.

Atticus had put a hand over Otto’s diaphragm and shivered as it rewarded the touch with those three hiccups. The softness of Otto’s belly jiggled gently under his shirt.

“I don’t know how long you had them before I came in, but you’ve been going for at least 15 minutes while I’ve been here,” Atticus informed.

“Mm huck! Well I guess that mk!-ex-explains hmuck!-the dream,” Otto muttered, eyes closing momentarily, exhaustion trying to steal back his consciousness.

“Oh?” Atty asked, desperate to hear him talking again.

They were awarded with a deep breath interspersed with a particularly enthusiastic stifled hiccup that sounded a bit like hrmkl. A soft grunt followed it. Atticus squirmed a little. The absolute confusion their body was in as all it wanted was to disintegrate into sleep but simultaneously it was deeply aroused and tingly was a little frustrating. But physical exhaustion was putting up a very good fight.

“Y-yeah. Um, I w-was trying t-hmk!-to tell...someone? Um. Mk! I don’t remember hmuck!-remember who...saying...I was huck’m!mk!-uh saying something but mk!-I couldn’t g-get mk!mk!-get the words out. They kept turning into bubbles. Like mk!-literal bu-bubbles mk!-that sorta floated b-by and my huck!-uh my words were tr-trapped in them. And when they huck!-when they HUCK!-whenHUCK!” Otto paused and let a couple more hiccups in the cluster pass before trying again. Now that he was awake and talking the hiccups seemed to be a bit more enthusiastic on being heard. He grunted.

He felt another squirm from his partner and rubbed their shoulder in response. He now had his eyes opened and had been watching their hand on his stomach jump with its movements. He never noticed his body’s response to hiccups before they learned about Atticus’ kink. But now he was intensely aware of how his chest caved in and his stomach popped out. And he even knew how his neck pulled inward at Atticus’ informing him of it. He had found himself more than once watching in the mirror and being sort of fascinated by what his body did when he hiccuped and how it made sense where he felt the pulls of muscles with each spasm and why his chest got so sore if he had them for too long.

“When the bubbles popped,” he was finally able to get out quickly before next hiccup. “All the huck!-words would come out in s-sounds hmuck!-n-not words but huck!-but just the sounds of hmk!-of all the le-letters at on-hmkuh once hmk! Hmuck! Huck’m! Mm.”

“How the hell did you sleep through this?” Atticus wondered aloud. Their ear was pressed into his chest listening to the thumps and swallows that accompanied his hiccups.

“No idea,” Otto admitted with a light laugh and a smattering of hiccups. “I d-don’t know if I’ve mk!-ever hic-huck!-hiccuped in my sleep! Erk!”

“Did you take that antacid?” Atty asked.

There was a pause from him that was for more than just to let another cluster of silent hiccups pass.

“Fu-UCK,” he muttered.

Atticus laughed at the appropriateness of the hiccup’s timing even while Otto put a hand on his head in a gesture of self immolation.

For a moment Atticus had wondered if Otto had fallen back to sleep. The hiccups had gotten a bit softer now that he wasn’t talking. His hand had stayed over his eyes.

“Are you feel-feeling…?” Otto asked incompletely as he peeked beneath his hand to catch Atticus’ eye.

“A little,” Atticus admitted, snuggling further into Otto’s belly, letting the bounces move their head. They felt Otto’s long fingers stroking their scalp and sighed contently. They gave his stomach a little rub and felt the vibration of Otto humming between hiccups.

“Did hmk!-did you want hmk!-wanna hmk!hmk!…” Otto asked, again trailing off with implication.

“Mmm,” Atticus said, groaning a little in indecision before sighing. “No. I’m too tired. Can we just...cuddle? I just...wanna feel them. I know that’s a little weird...probably.”

“Not that we-hock!-weird,” Otto conceded. “There’s a lot goin-hmk!-going on here hmk!” He said this while gesturing to his torso as a whole.

“There certainly is,” Atty agreed enthusiastically. “Can we spoon?”

“For a hmk!-for a little hmk!-little wh-hmk!-while. Hmk!” Otto agreed.

Atticus knew that Otto tended to overheat easily so spooning indefinitely wouldn’t be happening. As they shifted themselves and Otto’s arm pulled around them, holding Atticus almost like one would hold a teddy-bear, against his torso with his head and nose buried softly in the nape of their neck, Atticus said, “I’m sorry that I woke you. I should’ve let you sleep.”

“D-don’t be hup! We’re gonna have all hulp!-day tomorrow to c-hup!-catch up on sleep. Hmk!mk!mk!” he said, grunting at the deepness of the last hiccup. For the most part the hiccups had felt like flutters but that last one he could feel pull his chest in deeper than the others.

“Ooh, that one was deep,” Atticus commented.

“Yeah,” Otto agreed breathily, snuggling more into their hair and breathing in amid more hiccups.

“If you need to cure--”

“Mm-mm mmk!,” Otto said, negating the suggestion. “I’m mk!-just gonna let them mk!-go awa-mk!-go away on their own.”

Atticus chuckled.

“Too ti-hock!-tired!” He murmured into his partner’s curls.

Atticus, for their part, was keeping it together. Most of it was that their body simply didn’t have the energy to act on the arousal they felt. They let the tingling sensations swell and ebb as they felt the softness of Otto’s midsection dance into their lower back. They felt the jerk of his chest against their upper back. They felt the jolting twitch of his head against their shoulders. Their body moved with his as every hiccup hit.

Soon it became less of an arousal and more of a ride as their mind started to lose its consciousness. The sensations of the sheets and bed faded as they were rocked unevenly but not unlike a child in a cradle. A jerky cradle, but also a soft one. Huffs of air were exhaled onto their neck. Atticus wouldn’t remember all of their dreams but they would realize when they woke up that they hadn’t been entirely dry ones.

True to Otto’s nature he had rolled away from Atticus during the night but kept one arm around them in some fashion. Also, gratefully, the hiccups seemed to have ceased at some point as he woke up without them. Atticus had curled into him, but not as closely as they had been, so they were cradled in his arm, softly breathing and Otto took a long moment to watch them twitch and breathe, grateful that the day was both of theirs to do with as they please and, even though he was definitely experiencing a little acid reflux at this point, he was anticipating that it was going to be a day of hiccups and perhaps that meant a day of orgasmic happenings. The release would be nice.

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[dare-wishes-they-were-me]

Most people who do not follow celibacy are chill but the worst type of non-celibates are the ones who literally cannot talk about anything but dating and act like other people are weird because they don’t date as often as they do.

Like yes I know you’ve broken up with your significant other for the 29th time and you’re once again keeping it casual and will probably run back to each other in a week but have you seen any funny tiktoks recently? Do any workouts? Any good books? Any good shows? Cat videos? Any good hiking trails in the area? Can you talk about ANYTHING THAT ISN’T YOUR MATCH MADE IN HELL?!

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[kittykskorner]

You look fabulous

why thank you very much

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[juicedsumo]

Tumblr deactivated all the sex in the world. It's over folks. Only space sex still works!

#Who has a portal? #Time Machine? #no sex #Tumblr became to powerfull