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Hicvember: Public

This is a fast and dirty (not sexually, just haphazardly created) fic. I'm writing it straight into the blog entry form instead of in a word processor.

I'm tired after work, but this is giving me something to focus on outside of...everything else.

And, yes, it's Otto. (This time sans Atticus, though!)

CW:

public hiccups

unwanted interaction

embarrassing hiccups

unwillingly being the center of attention

unwanted touch (non-sexual)

yoga mom

dude bro

STEVE

teasing (non-sexual)

He shouldn't have come to the bank on Friday, he realized. He knew better. People came to cash checks on Fridays. So now Otto was standing in a long winding line in front of 3 tellers who looked exhausted as they quickly shifted money into envelopes for waiting patrons.

Otto mostly took payments through online services nowadays. Even the older generation had become adept at using popular money transfer sites.

However, he still had a few customers, much older ones, who insisted on paying with checks. Even more frustrating were customers who paid in cash. Holding hundreds of dollars in your wallet as you walk to the car was always particularly nerve wracking for Otto. As if someone was immediately able to see through his pocket and wallet and would jump out and attack him. He knew it was an irrational fear but knowing didn't keep him from being nervous.

He could technically process checks through an app on his phone, but there was something about talking to a real person and physically passing on the slip of paper which made him feel more comfortable. He couldn't account for it. But he usually didn't plan so poorly as to attempt to deposit his money and checks on a Friday. To be honest, he hadn't even known what day of the week it was until he arrived at the bank.

It hadn't been a particularly hiccup-y day, so it surprised him as much as everyone around him when he suddenly, for no apparent reason, let out a sharp, "HUCK!"

He didn't even have time to process the startled giggles of the woman in front of him or hope that it was a single before he'd closed his mouth to several more hiccups in quick succession.

"Wow! Those came out of nowhere, huh?" the woman who giggled spoke up and he looked down at her.

She seemed either his age or a bit older. He couldn't tell. Her dyed blonde hair was pulled back in a sloppy bun. She was wearing athletic wear, perhaps yoga attire? She smiled up at him with mild amusement, though not without compassion.

He nodded at her with a smile, still working hard to muffle the enthusiastic fit. He already saw people glancing over in his direction. It's not like he was that hard to spot. He might not have been the tallest person ever, but 6'3 wasn't exactly a subtle height.

Add to it the jumping and sounds coming from his body despite closing his mouth and putting a hand over it and he had probably just become the most entertaining thing in the bank aside from whatever people were looking at on their phones.

"You get them bad, huh?"

It was the woman again. She was still looking at him. Obviously, he was now in a conversation, consent be damned for him having one. And blast his congenial nature (and literally being trapped in a line he couldn't escape unless he wanted to forgo depositing the wad of money in his hands), he didn't discourage the conversation for sake of friendliness.

"I hrmk! I do hmk!hmk!" he said, shortly. He swallowed as he resettled his hand on his chest. "I'm so-hermk!-sorry ab-mrk!-about these. Mk!hmpk! I know th--they've hmp!-herp'k! gotta be mk! be annoying to-erk! listen t--to!"

His throat was starting to hurt with how much he was trying to keep the hiccups clamped in. He really didn't want to cause a disturbance. He desperately didn't want the attention.

"Oh, it doesn't bother me, sweetie! I've got 3 kids. One set of twins. I'm pretty good at filtering out noises," she said in good humor.

Otto nodded with a smile. Maybe that was it, then. The line moved one person when she spoke up again, though.

"You know, my dad used to get really bad hiccups. One time he got them for a week! Can you imagine? Having them for a week?! Drove my mom and us crazy. Probably drove him crazier, huh? Anyway, nothing ever worked to cure his hiccups. Same thing for you?" she asked.

If Otto wasn't absolutely sure the other woman wasn't at all aroused, he would've wondered if she had the same kink Atticus had. Otto figured, instead, this was just a woman who perhaps wanted to talk to someone, and Otto had inadvertently given her a conversation starter. Well, his diaphragm had broken the ice, so to say.

"Yeah hmk! yeah, no--nothing re-himp'k!-really wor-erk!-s for hmp'k! for me," he said and intended on keeping it at that. But as embarrassed as he was, his desire for verbosity was apparently greater in the moment. "Exce--pt for hmk!hmk! for apple ci--ider hrmk! vinegar. Hlmk! or ta--taking hmk! a sp--spoonful of sug-ngk!-gar, then hmmk! salt and--and if that hmmp'k! that doesn't work mk! the-mk!-en lem--lemon juice!"

"Huh, really?"

Otto startled at the voice from behind him. He turned to see a man who was a couple of inches shorter than him. He swallowed hard again but didn't let the anxiety show on his face.

The clock maker nodded in response. Apparently, he'd garnered enough interest to be paid attention to even more. This was not ideal, but he'd faked confidence out of more embarrassing situations in his life.

"That always works for you?" the man asked.

Both of them were looking at him now and he found in his periphery they weren't the only ones who suddenly showed interest in the topic.

"Nine ti-imp!-imes out of ten. HUP'K! Oh, excuse me! hip'k!" Otto said and covered his mouth with his fist as his hiccups got a little harder with his nerves. He felt heat in his face on the back of his neck. "If one MMK! doesn't work MK!MK! the other o--one does. HUCK! Damn, sorry!"

Otto put his hand over his mouth again and another over his chest, money underneath the hand.

"I get the worst hiccups, too!" the man continued talking. Otto tried really hard not to roll his eyes in exasperation. "I might try one of those the next time I get them. What was that second one? Salt and a lemon?"

If Atticus had been there, they would have seen clearly the micro expression Otto was giving as he widened his eyes a fraction. Then again, if Atticus was here, he wouldn't have had to field the conversations at all. He really wished Atticus was here.

Otto shook his head to the man's incorrect recount.

"Sug--gar, salt, hmk! lemon," he said quickly, fingers still on his mouth.

"Sugar, salt, lemon! Alright! Thanks, man! You may have saved me over an hour of suffering!" the guy said patting Otto on the shoulder enthusiastically.

Otto took the sudden physical interaction stiffly and nodded just as stiffly.

"Gl--ad I could HRMK!-help," he said and hoped the guy didn't pick up on the thinly veiled sarcasm.

"I'm texting this to my dad!"

Otto turned a wide eye back to the lady in front of him. The line was moving a little faster now and he thanked whatever deity he didn't believe in for granting him at least that much.

He also gave a small thanks neither one of them had insisted on attempting to cure him. Normally he was completely okay with, even enthusiastic about, random social interaction. His hiccups, however, took away all of his control on the subject matter and forced any conversation to be about him and his involuntary disturbance.

"Well, I hope you're able to get rid of your hiccups soon, hon," said the woman. "They sound exhausting!"

No more exhausting than forced conversation, Otto thought. But outwardly he nodded.

"Th--anks," he said.

The bank teller was his last social hurdle, but he had no choice but to speak with her. He took as big of a breath as his diaphragm allowed and approached the window.

"Hey h--how can we," she started and paused again with a tell-tale movement of her head, "help you today?"

She had a sweet face. It was round and her eyes were dark. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Her skin was medium brown, and she had a small mole on her top lip like Marilyn Monroe. And, it seemed, she had a pretty decent case of hiccups. Otto couldn't help but laugh.

"HUCK! 'Scuse me. I mk! need to m--make a deposit. Himp'k! Sorr--sorry about these. The ca-mmp!-ame out of no-hup!-nowhere when I HMMK! got into the--the line," he explained.

Admittedly, he felt a little less nervous when he'd seen her hiccup to have them in front of her.

"Oh, my gawd me--me too! As soon hip! as I got to--to the window! I thought I he--heard someone else wi--ith the hiccups, too! Hmp! I've been stru--ggling out here!" she said with obvious amusement and laughed.

Otto laughed, too.

"Well, you're no-HUP!-not alone! HMK!mk!" Otto reassured her with a grin and another sharp hiccup which threw his head back.

"Ev--eryone's been making fu-up!-fun of me," she said and covered her mouth when the last one came out a little louder and higher pitched than she'd expected.

"That's no--ot nice! HRMK!-uh, business ac-MK!-count," he informed her as he passed his paperwork and money to her.

"Was that a mouse I heard?" came a male voice from behind his teller.

"Sh--ut up, Ste-eep!-eve!" his teller yelled.

"Wait, does he have them too?" 'Steve' asked. "I think you're attracting more hiccups, Stace! Like a hiccup magnet!"

'Stace' growled in frustration. Otto, not being able to help himself, spoke up.

"Hey, Steve? HMK!" Otto said. Steve faced him. "Sh--shut up, man!"

Stace laughed in surprise and Steve had the decency to look humbled with a sheepish smile before he walked back to his window with whatever paperwork he'd printed off.

"I'm so--so sorry ab-mk!-out that!" she said.

"It's al-huck! all good! Us hilmpk! hiccup suf--ferers gotta sti-hic'mp!-ck together!" Otto said.

Otto left the bank feeling much less anxious than he had when the hiccups had started. He and Stace wished each other luck in ridding themselves of hiccups. But as soon he reached his car Otto stopped at the door.

"Mother fucker," he muttered under his breath. The hiccups were gone.

The clock maker took a moment to be very frustrated at the situation and timing of his hiccups before he drove away. At least he'd have an interesting, and possibly arousing, story to tell his spouse when he got home.

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Hicvember Day 16: Self-Indulgent

Hey everyone, so I had this whole intro written, saved it, came back to it and found out it didn't save🥲. So, uhhh, I don't remember what I said, but I'm sure I mentioned that this is self-indulgent because the hiccups are based on my favorite hiccup videos.

And as usual, just Calliope and Indyko are in this story, yada yada, something about needing to write Xvari more, yada, yada

Hicvember prompts: self-indulgent/induced

CW:

-induced hiccups

-fast hiccups

-loud hiccups

-burping

-stuffing mention

Indyko walked through the bedroom door, flopping face first onto the bed. They took a deep breath and groaned exhausted.

“Rough day, babe?” Calliope asked, gently massaging their hair with her free hand.

Her other hand was scrolling through social media.

“Mmmmm,” was their only response and the younger of them chuckled quietly.

“Duly noted…why don't you just go to sleep and shower in the morning?” Calliope suggested.

“Nnngh,” Indy whined softly, turning their head to look at Calliope, “you sure?”

“Yeah, just don't make it a habit,” the woman smiled, “one night isn't going to hurt ya.”

Indyko gave a big sigh before kicking off their shoes and scooching up to their pillow like a worm. “Kay, love you.”

Calliope smiled, “love you too- and they're already gone, hehe.”

She stood from the bed and tucked her beloved under the covers. She then grabbed her phone, cut out the main light, leaving the night light on before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind herself.

Heading down the stairs and to the kitchen, she was trying to be as quiet as possible, wanting Indy to be in full sleep mode before she even risked this. See, Calliope's been feeling this urge to induce her hiccups today, but between classes, hanging out with her best friend, and doing homework/studying, she hadn't been able to attempt it all day. She could've done so while studying, but honestly, she would never be able to focus on studying when she's enjoying a mild case of hiccups.

She opened up the refrigerator as she started her process. Quiet burps erupted from her as she pushed the air to the back of her throat and released the burps. This was only step one. She grabbed the soda that was in the back of the fridge before closing the door and heading to her office space–aka, the room farthest from the bedroom.

“Alright, we should be safe now,” she whispered and rubbed where her diaphragm was located, “let ‘em rip.”

She giggled at her goofiness before pressing record on her audio recording app and took a huge, quick swig of her soda. Instantly, she felt a silent spasm before a burp erupted out of her. Calliope smiled, knowing that if she kept burping, she'd get them for sure. She continued the pattern of releasing some strong burps, drinking more soda, silently hiccuping, and repeating. She did this for about 2 minutes before she noted her spasms happening without being prompted by soda.

“Okay, *hnkup* I think *huckuh* we're good *HU'UP!*-oh, excuse *higguh* me,” she covered her mouth as she watched her whole body jolting wildly with every hiccup.

She lifted up her pajama shirt and smiled at the sight of her big, soft, belly bouncing to the rhythm. The hiccups were coming at every breath, with no signs of stopping soon.

“*hick* *HI'uh-rrrp*” she covered her mouth at a hiccup burp combo, “oh m-*HMMP*-my *HMPK*-ooh.”

Calliope chuckled at all the different sounds that were bouncing out of her. That's one of the reasons why she loved her hiccups. Every single one was unique and had a different story to tell. She felt bittersweet about having to keep them somewhat quieter so as to not wake her partner.

“*hickuh* *KUH-rrrp*” she kept surprising herself with her hiccup burps, but they were to be expected. With hiccups caused by burping and soda and all of that air, it was bound to happen. “Shhhh *higguh-rrrp* that's be-*himpk*-better.”

She chuckled at their obedience, but she knew it wouldn't last for long. So she brought her phone closer to her mouth to enhance the volume whenever she'd listen back.

“*hmpf*-mm I've got *himguh-rrp*-mm scuse *higuh!-rrp*-mm excuse *hig-uh!‐gmp*-ah,” she whined playfully, “hiccups…*BIP!'kmp*-mm, oops that wa-*HIGGIT!*”

Calliope's eyes widened as she covered her mouth and glanced at the ceiling, listening for any movement. When she heard none, she sighed in relief, which of course was interrupted by a silent spasm, but she didn't mind at all.

“I told you *hmpmp!* to shhh,” Calliope reprimanded, “can't wake Indy *himpgm?*” She giggled at the way it sounded like her hiccups had asked a question. “You know, my beloved par-*himpGUH!*...okay, guess yo-*holp!*-ou don't really care *hickip!* huh?”

“*himpgahmp!*” the hiccups responded.

Calliope only smiled and rubbed her tummy happily. She was enjoying riding these out, the way her whole upper body would jerk uncontrollably, her stomach, gosh, the way it bounced out like a water wave and she could kind of hear the sloshing of the soda inside if she listened close enough. But she turned and looked at her soda, tempted to try to make them worse.

“*grrrrpHUP!* all these burps…*hup!kulp!*,” she squeezed her tummy at the double spasm. Huh, maybe her hiccups were trying to show off tonight. “Show offs- *hiyup**hicc'p**hip*...*ickolp!*-oh that was nice.”

She was amazed by that triple. Her body was so intriguing and held her interest. She couldn't help but feel a bit proud. She grabbed her soda, deciding to risk it. Besides, Indy hadn't budged since she'd been down here and frankly, even with the muffled and quieter spasms, she still felt like she could make them a bit faster.

“G-*guUUP!*-get ready-*ICkup-grrroolpeerrrrllllllpp-HU'UP!*-ugh go-*HU'OP*‐gosh,” her eyes widened before another, “*HIUrup!*” erupted out of her. “Excuse me, that was *huuckiiip!* a huge burp…”

She then proceeded to drink more of her soda, muffled, but loud hiccups spasming after every gulp. When she released, all at once, her body went crazy.

“*ic’KAUP!*-mm *HUIK!*- uh *HUCK!*-uh gosh *HICK!* *HIMPgm!*” she patted her chest twice, hardly able to breathe.

“*ic'KULP!* *HICK!rrrpHICK!grrrh* *HICKim*-uh” then she patted her chest once again. These hiccups were harder and faster and louder. She was in so much euphoria, she hadn't even noticed the sound of movement upstairs.

“*HIUP!*-ah *H'UMP!*-ah *hiyuck-ah!HICK!*-uh *HIMMP!* *HMK!*-uh *HUCK!*‐ah *HUWICKup!rrrrphuUCK!*” Calliope placed a hand on her tummy, rubbing it gently, as more hard hiccups didn't give her a break.

“*HU'GUCK!* *HIGCKUH!*-uh” she placed her other hand on her chest, “go-*HUCKUH!*-osh jee-*HIGguh!*‐z.”

“Callie?” Indy's sleepy voice broke through and Calliope froze, as well as her body would let her.

“In-*HMMKM!*-huff,” she bit her lip before a sharp, “*HUCK!*-ugh…*HUP!*”

She was finally able to breathe a bit, the hiccups calming down slightly, but still quite loud if “*hICG'KOLP!*” had something to say about it.

Indyko looked at her concerned, “aww, you caught the hiccups, hun?”

“Oh f-*huck*-uck,” Calliope, despite having just attempted to say their name, forgot they were here. “Indyko, I *hickuck* I can explain-*hmmMMP!*”

She blushed, embarrassed at being caught. She knew she'd be caught eventually. She should've just gone to sleep and ignored her urges.

“Explain?” Indyko tilted their head. “What is there to explain? You got the hiccups and came down here so you wouldn't disturb me. It happens to all of us. Heck, I literally had the hiccups a few weeks ago from that curry, remember?”

Of course she remembered, how could she forget the sight of her beloved hiccuping mercilessly from eating something spicy.

“Yeah, I-*hU'ULK'L*,” Calliope looked away.

“Aw love, they sound really bad. Is there anything I can do to help get rid of them?” Indy offered their help.

“No-*huuu'uuu'uuck'l* shit,” three hiccups overlapped themselves.

“No? But…they sound painful,” Indyko seemed more confused than judgy.

“They *hm'GOUP!grrrp* excuse me,” this was torture. Not the hiccups, of course, but being caught in the act. Having to explain this to Indy.

Even though they clearly thought she had randomly caught these hiccups, she couldn't lie to them. She knew she should keep her mouth shut, avoid this conversation. Indy was going to find her weird and leave her for sure after this.

After a deep breath, interrupted by a *huck!grrup!*, she attempted to explain, “please b-*BIP!gurrp*-bear with me, but…I didn't *HIP!grruup* excuse me, rando-*hhhOLP!*-fuck, randomly get these hiccups…I gave them-*h'muckEEEP!* to myself…*HU'uck*.”

She refused to make eye contact, but Indy still looked at her.

“Really? Why'd you do that?” They asked validly, curiously.

“I…” Calliope closed her eyes tightly, “have a thing for h-hiccups! Well, m-more like a feti-*hip*-ish? I like listening to them and I like having them! I'm-*mk* sorry, I know it's weird andifyouwannabreakupwithmeIdontblameyouyoucanstillliveherejustinseparateroomsand-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, Callie, sugar bear, slow down, breathe,” Indyko went over and held her hands, placing one hand to their chest and taking a deep breath in.

Calliope followed their lead, taking a deep breath in with them.

“And out, very good Callie,” they both exhaled slowly. “Now look at me please? Or in my general direction? Whichever is more comfortable for you.”

The red-eyed woman glanced in their general direction, opting to choose to look at her hand on their chest. “Y-yeah?” She stammered out.

“Thank you for being honest with me about this,” Indy squeezed her hand gently. “And everyone's got their thing…kinks and fetishes. It's a part of everyone's lives, there's nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But mines is weird…” Calliope muttered, looking away again.

“No it's not…not as weird as stuffings,” Indy blushed and it was their turn to look away.

Calliope looked back at Indy, “you…enjoy stuffing?”

Indyko nodded, “yeah, or just the tummy in general. The way it stretches and grumbles at it reaches its point of being full…” they blushed even more.

“That's not weird, Indy-”

“Well neither is yours, dear,” Indyko interrupted, making their point. “So don't be ashamed. I love every part of you, and learning this new information just makes me love you even more.”

Calliope couldn't help but jump up and hug her partner close, a few tears even breaking through. “Thank you…” she whispered as Indy hugged her even closer.

“Thank you,” Indyko added, placing a kiss on her forehead, “oh, and, uh…your hiccups are gone~”

Calliope gasped, but chuckled, “you tease…but yeah, I think I spooked them away….bummer.”

“Well, if you wanna do an encore, I'm always down for watching a soda bloat,” Indyko half-joked.

“How'd you know I used soda?” Calliope tilted her head confused.

Indyko pointed to the bottle of soda on the floor, “I used context clues.”

“Mm, but as tempting as that sounds, it's kinda late and my tummy's kinda tired,” Calliope revealed before she grabbed her phone, turning off the recording as a yawn escaped her lips, “huh, guess I'm a little tired too.”

“Then let's get to bed and we can cuddle and I'll rub your tummy til you feel better. If you're comfy with me doing so,” Indyko smiled.

“Heck yeah! You're my partner, Indy, of course I'm comfy with that,” Calliope looked up at them and returned their smile. Then she kissed their lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Indyko smiled even more before holding Calliope's hand and leading her to the bedroom.

Fin~

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Hicvember 16: Self Indulgent

I decided to keep it simple for this one and just write something as self-indulgent as I possibly could (though I've already done so with the shower piece). I think I did a pretty decent job of it, but I ran out of writer juice before I could actually get to the NSFW parts. I'm definitely going to continue this at some point, and might go as far as to give these characters names. We shall see.

TW: Public hiccups, embarrassment, arousal, drug use (mentioned), sex toys (discussed, present)

Kinks: Hiccups, kink exhibitionism, embarrassment, bdsm (orders and obedience) 

"Hiccup."

"*hnkg!*"

"Hiccup."

"*hnk-gp!*"

"Hiccup hiccup hiccup."

"*hnk-kp!* *hnk!* Y–*hnklp!*-y-yellow–*HMPK!*–mmf!"

"Okay, sweetie. Deep breaths."

B heard their wife A inhale demonstratively through the earpiece they had in. They followed along with her, breathing slowly and steadily, feeling their diaphragm calm and the tension and spasms ease.

...for now. The ghost of the tension was still there though.

"There you go. Good job, B. Good job." Hearing A sound so gentle and caring made B shudder happily. "Are you okay?"

B nodded, then remembered that A couldn't actually see them. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay, A."

"Still on break?"

"Yeah. In the food court. Don't think anyone noticed."

"I'd be amazed if anyone was there to notice."

She had a point. B worked in the zombie of a mall; long dead, but somehow still moving in a distasteful parody of its former glory. At least they got to work at a gift store where they could see people make fashion choices almost as terrible as the ones they made when they were younger, as well as helping the occasional nervous dweeb buy a vaguely usable sex toy. The fact that they worked in a partly adult store and that it was lunchtime on a Tuesday was why they had their wife's earpiece in. It wasn't every day that they did this...though sometimes B wished it was.

"What about you? How's your programming going?"

"Nice try, honey. You're not going to distract me that easily."

B blushed. "Oh come on, I care about how your day's going!"

"Yes, but we both know that if I actually got into it, you wouldn't understand a word I was saying."

"I mean, yeah." B sighed. Being married to a genius could be difficult at times. "I think I could still be a decent rubber duck though."

"Mmm...you are about as squeaky as one." B did themself absolutely no favors by squeaking at that. "Oh come on, you set that up for me."

"I actually didn't!"

"Really?" B could hear the way A was arching her eyebrows. "I guess you're just so hiccupy that you can't help but make others think about them with the things you say."

B swallowed a hiccup and whined. "You're so fucking mean to me."

"I know. Speaking of which—"

"Oh god."

"—is the cute girl with the curly hair working at the pretzel place today?"

B swallowed again, though there wasn't a hiccup to justify it this time. They glanced over at the pretzel place in question, where a girl with a mass of curly hair caught their eye, then grinned and waved at them. They smiled and waved back before speaking. "Yyyyyep. She's, uh...she's got it dyed purple this week."

"Honestly, I wish I were extraverted enough to bother dying my hair fun colors sometimes."

"If we ever manage to get you out of the house, you could ask her for tips," B smirked.

"Alright, just for that, go get a pretzel and some soda. Oh, and by the way," B's eyes went wide and they braced themself for what they knew was coming. "Hiccup."

"*Hnk-gk!*"

"Hiccup."

"*HNK-lp!*"

"Hiccup hiccup hiccup hiccup hiccup." 

B clapped a hand over their mouth and shut their eyes as their body rocked back and forth obediently, just barely containing each gulpy noise inside of their chest and throat. But finishing the cluster their wife had put them through was just the start, because only a few seconds later, they "*HNK-lk!*" hiccupped again, and then "*hnklp!*" again and ag–"*HMLK!*"–gain, and they definitely had a real case now.

"Have fun with that."

"I ha–*nnkg!* hate you so m---much!" B hissed, and their face went even redder as they heard A laughing at them.

After a few bouncy seconds of plucking up their courage, B got up and walked over to the pretzel shop. The girl behind the counter waved at them again, wearing a big smile and a name tag that said "C" on it. "Hey! B! How's my favorite customer?" B waved shyly back as they got close, though they disrupted themself with a silent spasm that forced their chest and head back. C's face was incredibly expressive, and her eyes widened before she snorted and giggled. "Well, besides hiccupy apparently. You good?" B's whole face must have been on fire, but they nodded rapidly anyway. "Aww, poor guy. Lucky this happened on your break, huh?" They nodded again. "Okay, I won't make you chit-chat then. Guessing you want the usual?" Another nod. "Right. And want me to do you a favor and sub out the soda for some water?"

"Say no." B's whole face burned so hot, but they obediently shook their head. "Say it out loud, B. Don't confuse the poor girl."

B bit their lower lip, seeing the confusion on C's face as she looked at them. "N–*nnk!*–nnh...n-no th–*hk*–thanks, C–*HEEK!*" They slapped both hands over their mouth as C burst out laughing. "O-oh my g---god, exc---cuse me!"

"N-no, dude, excuse me! Oh my god, I'm such a dick." She giggled and shook her head. "It was just so squeaky!" B was shocked that they hadn't spontaneously combusted at this point, and whatever their face did apparently made C laugh even more. "But, uh, no thanks to what?"

Shit. They hadn't actually communicated anything. B shut their eyes tight and tried again. "N-no th---thanks to water! *hmnk!* I, um, I st---still just wa–*uck-lp!* w-wwwant to dri–*ic* drink my soda! *HMK-lp!*–mmf!" That all came out much more excited than it should have, and B didn't dare look up.

Even with their eyes closed, B could hear C shrug her shoulders in her stiff work uniform. "You're the boss, big guy. But hey," she reached out and gave B's cheek two gentle slaps, and when they opened their eyes, her face was shockingly close and they got a good look at her wide grin. "Don't come crying to me if that makes your hiccups even worse, got it?" B snapped their eyes shut again and nodded rapidly, and they were close enough that they actually felt the way C's laughter shook her before she pulled away. The whole time she was making B's pretzels, C chattered about random things, perfectly content to have a conversation almost entirely with herself and giggle at B's louder hiccups, and when she finally gave them their bag and soda, B could still hear her laughing and feel her watching as they rushed back to the tables. "Good luck with those hiccups, dude!" She yelled, and B practically tripped and smacked into one of the chairs.

"Oh, I like her."

B grumbled as they sat down, deliberately facing away from the pretzel place...albeit still in C's line of sight. "I kn---knew you w---would. Let me ge–*uck* get some water."

"You sure you wanna do that? Wouldn't that look pretty weird, having just gotten some soda? Almost like you had a little someone in your ear who just wanted you to hiccup even worse?"

"IhateyouIh---hateyouIhatey---youIhateyouIh–*uk*–hateyou!"

More laughter. Two gorgeous girls just laughing at them. B was practically shaking with embarrassment. "Okay, okay. Get some water, hiccup boy." B squeaked and rushed to a water fountain as their wife just cackled. After that, they were able to eat their pretzels in peace at least.

...and drink their soda. Every sip of which felt dangerous. All while their wife went back to being silent except for the sounds of her typing and occasional curses.

She was still there though. Right there. In B's ear. Just a word away from making B...

Fuck, they couldn't even think it right now.

B's heart hammered in their chest even as they just went back to work.

That woman had no idea the things she did to them.

Even though B thought that, they were reminded over the next few hours that A knew exactly what she did to them and loved every second of it. Because even though only a customer or two came in and their indolent coworker could probably be legally classified as a marijuana plant at this point, every minute felt tense, and just when they were starting to forget about the threat in their ear, a "hiccup!" would come through and their diaphragm would spasm obediently. Their whole body always felt shaky and edgy afterward, as if the tiniest little thing could push them over the edge into the worst case of the hiccups that they could imagine. It was terrifying. She was so fucking good at it.

It was about an hour before the end of B's shift when C popped into the store wearing a tank top, cargo pants, and weirdly cute sneakers. "Hey B!" She jogged over to the counter and leaned against it, grinning at them.

B was happy that they were able to keep it significantly cooler this time (though they were very aware of the threat of their wife in their ear). "Hey C. Looking for some new merchandise with a cartoon dog on it?"

C blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. "We both know that you know Gir is a robot. Sooooo, been busy?"

"More busy than him I guess," B glanced over at their coworker, who had fallen asleep at this point. "Not exactly a high bar though."

"Yeeeeah. You know, I'm half tempted to buy one of these cheapo vibrators just to give you something to do." C snickered. "I remember the first time I came in here. The second you saw me looking at those weird jello-y ones you were like 'Nope! Nope, those are porous, buy literally anything else!'"

"I don't come out from behind this counter for much, but you're my pretzel dealer. I can't let you get taken out by a smug purple rabbit."

C giggled and grinned up at B. "Kind of a shame, I sorta love how they look. But hey, what the fuck am I talking about? How's the wifey?"

"Eh, mid-project. Doesn't sound like the team is as annoying as last time though."

"Fucking nobody could be as annoying as last time."

B ignored A's voice in their ear, though they did smirk. "I think those were the guys who asked her to print out her code and fax it to them. And, uh, I couldn't code 'hello world', but even I know that's not how that works."

"Oh my god, fucking seriously? How does she not, like, email them shit that makes their computer explode or something?"

"You don't know that she doesn't."

"You don't know that I don't."

B realized what they and A had said simultaneously and had to hold back a smile, though A had no such pressure and had started laughing in their ear. "Oh shiiiiiiiit," C put on a tone of affected fear. "Remind me never to piss off your wife! I'd totally open up an email attachment from a skeevy rando if it just said 'boobies' or something. I am so lucky you two have an open-type thing. Oh! By the way!" She took a step back and did a small pirouette. "You said you're into the sorta tomboy wrench girl kinda thing, right? How do I look? Cute as fuck?"

"Yeah, you really pull it off!" B grinned. It was true. As far as they were concerned, C in a black tank top and cargo pants was almost unbearably cute and hot.

"Damn right I do! Now, speaking of pulling shit off, lemme take a look at this week's insulting T-shirts!" B smiled and watched as she skipped deeper into the store and picked up a black T-shirt that had a hand with three fingers up on it and said "Read between the lines."

"...babe." B blinked and hummed in response, and A started imitating their voice: "'Oh there's this cute girl at work and I think she might be flirting with me. I'm not sure though.'"

"I mean, yeah, I'm not sure," B mumbled, just barely loud enough for their earpiece to pick it up.

"Jesus Christ, you are so fucking bad at this. Hon, she literally said 'I am so lucky you two have an open-type thing.'"

"...oh."

B heard their wife muffle a shout into her hands. "Please tell me this is the first time she's said that to you. Please please please tell me that." B was silent, and after a second, he heard the sound of A's palm hitting her forehead. "Oh for fuck's sake, B!"

"Look," B started, but they stopped as they heard C walking over again. "Hey, find something interesting?"

"Yeah. You." B felt their face heat up and C laughed. "God, it's so random what actually embarrasses you! You'll be all like 'Yeah, this is the Vibrotron sevenX. Totally derivative though, definitely get the Gasminator if you've got the money for it, it's just better.' But then someone's like 'Hey, what's up with these weird orange horns?' and you just look like you're gonna die."

"Okay, look you, you're a few years younger than me, you weren't there!" C cackled and B heard A snort in their earpiece too. "I swear I can still smell the gray body paint."

"Heheheheee!" C grinned. "Oh, or like today when you had the hiccups—"

"*HKGNK!*"

C stopped and stared at B, who knew that their face was absolutely on fire. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiit," the teasing tone of A's voice wasn't helping.

Also not helping was the curious way that C tilted her head. "Hiccups?"

"*HMNK-MMP!*" B slammed their eyes shut as another one jolted them.

They swore that they could hear C grinning even before she started talking again. "Hiccups!"

"*HMK-LP!*–nnh!"

"Oh my god!" C burst out laughing harder than B had ever heard her laugh, and they had heard her laugh a lot. When they opened their eyes, they saw her massive smile. "Holy shit, what? That's so fucking cute! Hiccup!" B hiccuped and hid their face with a whine. "Hiccup hiccup!" They hiccuped twice in quick succession, and their heart rate ratcheted up even higher. "Hic—" B cut C off midword with a squeak. "I didn't even finish saying—" B squeaked again and whined into their hands as they heard C cackling again. "Oh my god, did I seriously give you the hiccups—" Another squeak, this one followed just a second later, "—just by saying the word? That's the cutest thing I've ever fucking seen!"

"C–*HEEK!*–e-eeee..."

"Holy fucking shit..." C just kept giggling, wiping the corner of one eye. "Fuck, dude, I'm sorry. God, that's cute. Hang on, lemme try and help you with that." She grabbed one of the random plastic cups with insulting slogans on it from a nearby shelf and jogged off, presumably towards a water fountain.

"You know, if that doesn't work, you could always suggest a different cure," A said.

"Thi–*UK* this is a–*ULP* all your fault! *HLK!*" B hissed, whining between hiccups. "I wouldn't b---be this succep---tible if you hadn–*nnkt!* hadn't spent all day–*HIULK!*–k-kuh!" Hearing A laughing at them just drove B crazy.

"Aww, babe...my poor hiccupy hubby." B was shocked that their head didn't just light on fire at that. "Don't worry. I'll help you get through this, sweetie. Especially once that little homewrecker gets back." B whined and hid their face in their hands, absolutely not ready for what the sound of approaching sneakers portended.

...

C: D HOLY FUCKING SHIT D! D D D D D D D!

D: What'd the sex toy shop guy do today?

C: D! HE HAD THE FUCKING HICCUPS, D! Wait, shit, they had on their they badge today, sorry. THEY HAD THE FUCKING HICCUPS, D!

D: You need a change of panties?

C: Bro, that is so much less of a joke than it should be, you have no idea Dude they were so fucking blushy Like bright red And so fucking embarrassed They could barely fucking talk oh my god AND THEY STILL ORDERED SODA! WHAT KIND OF PERSON ORDERS SODA WITH THE HICCUPS?????

D: A person who doesn't get the hiccups from soda.

C: After they got their stuff they walked someplace else and when they came back they didn't have them any more but FUCK! Dude, you should have seen their gut it was so fucking bouncy.

D: You're so weird.

C: Fuck you!

D: Get off the phone before your manager catches you.

C: Fuck you again for being right!

...

C: D OH MY FUCKING GOD

D: Didn't we already do this today?

C: THEY DID IT AGAIN! B CAUGHT THE HICCUPS AGAIN!

D: Oh shit.

C: AND THAT'S NOT EVEN ALL!!!!! D. Dude. Bro. Babe. This fucking guy This adorable fucking married guy with a cool programmer wife who could explode my computer and who I am just fucking praying lets me fuck this guy sometime when I meet her They hiccup When I say the word hiccup.

D: Bullshit.

C: THEY FUCKING DID!!! AND WHEN I SAID IT OVER AND OVER THEY GOT A FUCKING CASE!!!!! D I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

D: Wait, seriously? You're not just jacking off in my DMs, that actually happened?

C: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

D: Okay, enough with the !s. What the fuck are you doing here then?

C: FLIPPING MY SHIT WHILE I FIND A WATER FOUNTAIN

D: You are way too fucking scrupulous for your own good.

C: FUCK YOU YOU KNOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEANS! OKAY FOUND A WATER FOUNTAIN! GOING BACK TO FUCKING SEX TOY SHOP HICCUP GUY MY FUCKING LOVE

D: Someday someone's going to go through my phone and I'll have to explain these DMs. I hope you're sorry for that.

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Day 9: In The Garden of Royals

|| CONTENT WARNING || Exposed bear belly

Their highnesses hurried their way to their palace garden. There were two settled in their property, they went for their garden designed for them near their private quarters.

"Mmk!" A soft hiccup escaped from Ernest's lips, unbothered and unamused, taking another sip of his late night coffee.

His highness sighed after taking a heavy, hearty gulp.

"Oh, You have them…?" Lorelei, his beloved and majesty, was concerned, catching her breath a bit.

They made their way further into the garden, getting away from everything else, not literally. It was a long day, meeting with vassals, honoring knights, and meeting royals from neighboring kingdoms who have ventured far across continents.

"They are calmer ones." Another soft, muffled "Hmrk!" came out, a sigh and a hand on his chest.

They looked at Lorelei who had their arms crossed, and their face was painted in a flushed hue. Not because of the hitches, but also the way Ernest is just displaying his middle torso out, his robe untied, and his midriff presented with dignity, without fear of judgment.

The king noticed Lorelei's gazes, her eyes darting somewhere else as she spoke.

"Oh, good. I suppose you got them because we ran here. I'm sorry." She said in an apologetic, feigned shy tone in her voice.

She lifted a finger scratching her temple out of habit and slight feeling of fondness for their beloved.

Ernest let out a deep chuckle, his belly popping in and out a few times from the hiccups, shaking a wee bit whilst he chuckled. "No need to-hmpk! apologize, darling. Ha-ha. HUCK!-uh!, pardon me."

Lorelie offered a back rub, almost tending to his exposed belly, but she figured he must be full from the feast held earlier, so she didn't bother doing so.

In Ernest's perspective, he hoped for a belly rub instead, but he is not one to complain and he can settle for any rubs when he allows it, only for Lorelie.

"Still…and you'll get cold with your loose robe like that, dear." The queen replied and reasoned, her head down, thinking that they both might've ran too quick to get here to have their private moments and such.

Ernest, looked at her, a warm, soft smile pulled by his lips and evident under his majestic beard and haggard look on his face. He reassured her with a hand wrapped on her waist, holding her free hand. They were against each other's sides, he spasmed which Lorelei felt, letting an airy sigh of arousal, but she simmered it down to, in a trice, enjoy his company out in their nighttime garden walk. She did reason for his robe to be tied instead because she's feeling warm inside now, she will be confessing this later. For now, some quiet in the garden first.

The two royals settled by the pavement near a bush with flowers, Lorelei's favorite are the ones blossoming under the moonlit night. They stood with weariness and ease from each other's presence, looking afar to gaze at the loomed, celestial moon, the stars upon them, and the starlights down on earth that brought them peace.

[irritatinglytidsoptimist]

Expert loaner peeps, esp sa SSS.

What does the negative amount mean? May utang pa ko?? Or sobra nabayad? Ahaha sobra na nga nabayad ayaw pa magpautang! Hmpk

[pinaasang-umasa]

sama ng loob ko, so need ko mag-coco. buti nalang may malapit dito kasi kung hindi mananaket ako eme pero inis parin hmpk

[tinatangiko]

• On Sunday, 21st of May, 2023.

Wtf, broooo. I just opened my retrospring. Like? Damn, time really flies so fast. Parang dati lang ang reason ko lang to open my account is to check kung may message na yung cio sa retrospring ko eh. Broooo, she really changed me. I was a pogi back then. Hoy? Pogi padin naman ako pero alam mo ‘yun? Yung pogi ka na tas may uuwian kang maganda? Hays, me lang ‘to! Kahit minsan she’s not reply, understandable naman kasi busy s’ya para sa future namin. joke, unleeesss.... Wala lang ang cute lang isipin. Dati tl crush ko lang s’ya ngayon uhm.... babycakes ko na. Yieeee, kinikilig ako stop. Basta ayun lang nag post pala s’ya ng pinned n’ya. Hmpk! ಠ_ಠ lul, hindi ako first. Ulitin mo ‘yun! :(

[thewidowsledger]

heh, woke up thinking about coach!nat now, i think its time to start sketching everything out 😝 — also the anon who called you a bottom??? hello to you???? but samesies!!!!! gooooddd moorrnjijnggg

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Omg! So excited for that!!!! You have to update me, okay? Or I'll cry hmpk.

I will find that anon fr!!! Like what happened to hello? How are you? Like???????

[nice-betta-thailand]

https://www.nicebettathailand.com/product/betta-fish-hmpk-hell-boy-platinum-star/

Betta fish HMPK Hell Boy Platinum Star

[writingforfishes]

Hiccuping Scenarios: I

Now that I have a better idea of what constitutes a scenario thanks to @chocolate-hics posts, I want to try my hand at creating some possible inspiration as I've hit a bit of a motivational wall in Otto and Atticus (even though I know what the next story will be).

Aquatic humanoids I have been thinking about someone aquatic hiccuping for a while. I initially thought of it in direct reference to H.ellboy and A.be S.apien, but any iteration of an aquatic creature getting hiccups would work.

Some fish person having to get out of the water quickly and getting the hiccups as a result. Or perhaps they get the hiccups while in the water and their lungs serve as a swim bladder (something to help them keep afloat) and the result is them having a hard time sinking or rising in the water and needing to get out until the attack passes.

Or perhaps they are sensitive to PH balances and that can trigger a nerve/gas confusion that leads to being prone to hiccups.

Wondering if they're gills open or react while they're hiccuping as its an action that would normally force gas out of their gills while swimming. (I've probably mentioned all this on this blog before, but here's a more concise version of all of my scenarios.)

Consuming something they know will make them hiccup but doing it anyway because they love what they're consuming. Something about someone loving a drink (like a soda) or bread or carrots so much that they will consume the thing with full acceptance they'll get the hiccups is so alluring to me.

O: I knew huck! I knew this wou--would happen b-huppah!-but I l-hup! love this stuff!

A: Your dedication is admirable.

O: Sh-huckah!-shut up!

(Yes, I'm using O and A as my hypothetical people instead of A and B...for obvious reasons.)

I have a boss that eats bread knowing it will make her hiccup for a bit because it's delicious. (I don't blame her!) I haven't heard or seen it, but she tells me everyone laughs at her.

She shared this with me because I said I sneeze if I eat dry bread. It's like my body is perfectly aligned to not let me hiccup.

Getting hiccups in public and ceasing to interact after. Someone might have been boisterously conversational a few minutes ago and now they're suspiciously quiet. Except if you're right beside them you might hear their suppressed hmphs, hmks, and mks and see them jumping while their body turns inward a little.

A: You okay? You kind of stopped talking.

O: Yeah I'm mk!-I'm good. Hmk! Just go t--tired. Hmph!

A: Yeah? You got the hiccups?

O: Himp! Heh, yeah. H'mp! They came out of no-humpk!-nowhere. Hmpk! I'm good though. Thank fo-mp!-for asking.

A: Aw. :rubs their shoulder: No problem.

Laughing until they hiccup and then blaming the person who caused them to laugh for it.

O: Dammit! Huck! You gave m-hic!-me the hiccups. Hilk!-uh!

A: Yeah, yeah. Blame me for your involuntary bodily functions.

O: I will! Hup! Ugh!

Addendum: indicating a previous case.

O: I had j-UP!-just gotten hip! rid of these t--too!

A: Hey, listen. I warned you how funny I was. I can't be held responsible for the consequences.

Really fast hiccups in someone used to them so they're just distracting themselves with a book or on their phone until they slow down.

O: hmp!-hmk!-hmk'm!-mk!-mk!...hup'k!-hip!-imk!-mmk!-mmk!-himp!-up!-hip!hip!-hup!

A: Oof, those are bad. You good?

O: Yeah-mk!-just-hup'k!-wai-emp!-ting-hip'k-for-hilmp!-the-ip!-m to-kmp!-sl--slow-mmp!-slow do-uck!-down.

Addendum: fast hiccups that require nonverbal communication.

A: Can I get you anything?

O: :after thinking a moment, miming drinking something:

A: Water?

O: :nodding:

A: You think that will help?

O: :shrugging, then indicating their throat and giving a slightly pained expression:

A: Oh, for your throat? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Be right back.

O: : nodding gratefully:

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 18: 2+ Cases

Hey guys! This was actually my favorite one I've written so far. This was actually the story that prompted that post reminding myself that I'm an adult, lol.

Just Indyko and Calliope as usual

Hicvember prompts: 2 cases at a time/induced/cuddles/fantasies (got a lot done with this one, lol)

CW:

Fast hiccups

Induced hiccups

Burping/belching

Burping in face

Horniness

Arousal mention

Make out section

Mention of a gun

Flirty teasing

Implied sexy times not written

Without further ado, enjoy

Indy and Calliope were just relaxing and watching a movie when Calliope had brought up one of her fantasies that she'd wanted to try. Indyko was curious as always, experimenting with Calliope always ended up being really fun and entertaining.

She had told them that she'd always dreamed of witnessing 2 cases of hiccups at one time, or having the hiccups alongside someone else. Indyko had smiled and nodded and told her that they could plan out a day for them to have them together.

Today was finally the day. Calliope had gotten herself her go-to inducer: a bottle of soda. Indy didn't know what would induce their hiccups, but they did know spicy foods did it. They honestly didn't want to deal with the heat.

“Maybe we should wait until I have the hiccups first,” Indy brought up their concerns, “I'm not sure I want to experience those heat hiccups, if I'm being honest…”

Calliope nodded, “that's valid, hun. I don't want you in any pain. Then it'd be no fun. Do you wanna try my method?”

“If you show me how to do it,” Indyko blushed slightly. “Maybe it will work for me too.”

“Let's hope so,” Calliope giggled quietly and placed a kiss on their still blushing cheek. “We're so goofy, people usually want to get rid of hiccups, and instead we're actively trying to get them. Weird, huh?”

“Eh, who wants to be like everybody else? Normal is boring, you gotta live life the way you want to,” Indy shrugged. “If that makes it weird, then we'll be weirdos together.”

“Indy…” Calliope looked at them in complete awe before going over and placing a kiss on their lips.

Indyko squeaked, gasping in shock and swallowing a bubble of air as they kissed her back. The two of them continued to kiss each other, getting a little distracted by each other. Indyko grabbed Calliope's stomach, playing around with it as they deepened the kiss, noting their breathing quickening. They were on their way to a full blown make out session until Calliope felt an instantly recognizable and hard thump in Indyko's chest. Her eyes widened as she quickly felt another, this one forcing their lips apart with a loud *HMPK!* caving their throat inward.

Indy placed a hand on their chest as they tried to catch their breath, though it was extremely hard with their hiccups jolting them every few seconds, give or take.

“I-*HICK!*‐I thi-*NK!* that d-*HUP!*-did it,” Indyko looked at Calliope, smiling slyly, “your *HOLP!* tur—urn~”

As much as Calliope had wanted to just witness this extremely rare fast case of hiccups that they'd been blessed with, she nodded, picking up her soda and getting to work. She didn't leave her spot on Indy's lap, feeling every jolt, every jump, she was excited, her head flooded, yet floating at the same time.

Indy was preoccupied, playing with Calliope's tummy as they rode through these rapid fire hiccups. They'd never had a case like these before. They were almost too much for them to bear.

Almost.

Calliope drank her soda, watching Indyko play around with her tummy. It sloshed and gurgled with the liquid being poured down. She released and burped loudly. Right in Indyko's face. Calliope covered her mouth, “oh my gosh, excuse me, I'm so sor-*hick'it!GRRRREULLP!* excuse me.”

Indyko hiccupped through a quiet groan, “fuck *HUCK!* that was so-*HOLK!* hot.”

Calliope's eyes widened like saucers, then smirked, deciding to play along with them, “oh ye-*hiyuck*-yeah? You like it when I *hup-GRRRRUUULLLUPP!*-aah burp in your face?”

“Callieee-*HICK!*-eee*HEEK!*-oof,” Indyko's head was thrown back twice by the force of those hiccups.

Calliope giggled, “sorry, just a little teasing. How are you holding up?”

She frowned slightly at the lack of hiccups. She started drinking more soda until the bottle was empty.

“I'm *HU-UP!* doing alright *H'GUP!*, though I may n-*HNK!*-need to, um…” they blushed profusely and looked down, trying to avoid looking at it.

“Oh shit,” Calliope knew what they were getting at, “ok…you wanna- *huck!*...*HUCK!HUCKAH!GUP!* Fi-*ic'KULP!*‐nal-*hngkuh*‐ly, whew the-*heek!*-these are *huck!* f-*hu'uk!*-fas–st, fu-*huck!*”

Indyko whimpered, holding onto Calliope's stomach, thanking whoever invented crop tops. They held on tight, but not rough, as the hiccups bounced her stomach fat, making it jiggle stunningly.

“Gosh, Ca-*HIUP!*-lliope, you are *HUCK!* stunning,” Indyko whined, their hips twitching slightly. They pulled Callie closer to them so that she was now straddling them, “please *HULP!* Callie.”

Calliope froze before burping in their face again, eliciting a beautiful sound from them she hadn't heard…ever. “Oh excu-*holpkuh!*-excuse *HULK!GIUP!* me, je-*HEEK!*-jeez.”

Indyko winced, “Callie ple-*HEEK!HIK!HUCK!*” At their increased excitement, their hiccups quickened. “It hu-*HERK!*-urts.”

Calliope frowned slightly, “your h-*ic'KULP!*‐hiccups?”

Indyko shook their head and blushed even more as they steadily played with Callie's stomach, their own chest jolting alongside their hips. Their jeans were getting tighter and tighter. Calliope slowly processed, but when she did, she smirked slyly, “is tha-*HACK!HUCK!*-that a gu-*GILP!grrrup!*-gun in your po-*hu'uck!*-pocket *HI'UH-RRRP!* or are you *hngkuh!hip!GUP!* excited to see-*heeeek!grrruuullp!HULP!*-mm, me?”

Indyko glared at Calliope unamused, “you're *HUPAH!* cruel.”

“Okay, o-*hup!*‐kay, clothes o-*hmpf!*‐ff, get re-*hip!*-ready for a wild *HIYUCK!*-oof, ride.”

~~one sex scene later~~

The two partners were now laying on the couch, both naked, cuddling up with each other, out of breath, but not out of hiccups apparently. Indyko was on the couch, Calliope on top of them. They had somehow gotten their hiccups to sync up with each other.

“How was *hyuck!* that?” Calliope giggled at the *HULP!* that Indyko copied.

“Incredible,” Indy beamed and continued cradling Calliope's tummy Like it was the most precious and fragile thing in the world. “Thank-*HNGK!* you.”

“Mmhm-*hmkmk!*-mm *HUWICKUP!*-nnngh *ic’KAUP!* shit,” Calliope groaned.

“You okay? *hip!* Not slowing down, huh? *hingk!*” Indyko gently rubbed her tummy, noting their hiccups were now out of sync.

Callie's seemed to be speeding up again while their own were slowing down.

Calliope shook her head, “not at *huuuuck!* all, *KUP!*...aren't organism-*hmpk!CUP!*-ms supposed to sto–p hiccups?”

Indyko tried not to laugh, “you mean or-*huck*-orgasms?”

“You knew what I meant *HOUP!*-oof,” Calliope shrugged, laying her head on Indyko's chest, listening in on their last few hiccups.

“Yeah, or so I've *hk* heard…well, I guess it *ic* kinda worked for me,” Indyko shrugged and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Y'know, that was *huuckiiip* my first time?” Calliope noted and Indyko almost jumped up.

“No way, what? Wait, why am I surprised, it was my first time too…” Indyko couldn't help but chuckle at themselves and Calliope joined in too.

They held each other as they laughed, enjoying their moment before they eventually calmed down, wiping tears from their eyes. “You know I really do love you, Calliope, don't you?” Indy looked at her with all the seriousness they could manage.

“I know, Indy, and I love you too,” Calliope reached a hand up to cup their face, “I love you so much and…I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Indyko's face instantly lit up in the brightest red imaginable. “...” They couldn't even conjure words to throw a sentence together.

Was that a proposal? That sure sounded like a lighthearted proposal. Or maybe they were just thinking too deeply into it.

“Hehe, did I break you?” Calliope chuckled and nuzzled closer to them.

“A-a little bit, yeah,” Indy admitted sheepishly.

“Aww, what did I break you with? Just curious,” Calliope smiled endearingly up at her beloved.

“Oh…uhhh, just…when you said you looked forward to spending the rest of your life with me…” Indyko blushed impossibly redder. “Implying that…you wanna marry me?”

Calliope blinked as she realized and nodded, “yeah…I really don't envision me with anyone else, and…I wanted to give you a whole extravagant, surprise engagement, but I kind of ran my mouth a bit too much, huh?”

Indyko blubbered out total nonsense, just at a loss for words before they calmed down. “I don't need anything big or extravagant…”

“Oh…but it's what you deserve,” Calliope reached down and grabbed Indyko's left hand.

“Maybe, but I prefer small and quaint,” Indy squeezed her hand gently.

“Huh…then, would you say yes if…I were to ask now?” Calliope could feel her heart thumping heavily in her chest.

“There's only one way to find out…”

Calliope slowly sat up and looked at Indy incredulously, but one look at their face was all she needed to make her decision. “Indy, will you be my life partner and marry me?”

Indy couldn't hold back their tears as they covered their face. They were prepared for her to ask the question, but still lost their composure. They nodded their head, “yes…yes, of course I'll marry you.”

Calliope beamed and softly chuckled, hugging them close, also tearing up slightly, “I'll get you a ring, the best, most beautiful ring, you'll see.”

“I can't wait, love,” Indy blubbered out and hugged their girlf-no, their fiance back.

Fin~

[betta-butch]

I might get a red HMPK girl from a local breeder… idk. it would just feel weird to only have Kitty as my only betta