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Hicvember Response

Oh my gosh, hello everyone! I'm not dead, look at that! So, back in November, @elacular-kink rolled my beloved Indyko by chance as the prompt of "someone else's OC" (link to that posted below)

Seven months later, I FINALLY FINISHED THE RESPONSE!!! Thank you again for writing my character, now here is the promised response. Sorry it took so long.

CW:

Fast hiccups

Uncomfortable hiccups

Hard hiccups

Arousal

Mentions of masterbation, but nothing graphic

And without further ado...

Hicvember Response

Calliope groaned as she walked back inside, soaked from the pouring rain. It was days like these that she'd disliked her job. Unlike any sane person who'd care about their employees, the outdoor service remained open during a thunderstorm.

She was having an overall crappy day. She'd been yelled at by 5 customers whose orders had been wrong–which was not her fault–her team had been reprimanded about orders being delivered late, even though they'd requested backup multiple times with no response, and she hadn't even gotten her first break and she'd been there for three hours and fifteen minutes.

She was so done with this place. Every day, she felt like she wanted to quit, find somewhere else to work while she went to college. But that was just wishful thinking. She felt her eyes start to brim with tears, completely overwhelmed with everything that was going wrong. She worked hard to hold them back, her coworker that felt more like an older sister noticed her look and wrapped her up in a hug.

“Go on your break, girl, I know it's hard right now,” she told her kindly and Calliope couldn't argue with her.

The coworker, her name was Cherry, helped her out of her jacket and sent Calliope on her way. Calliope would be forever grateful for Cherry, her warm smile made it seem like everything would be okay.

Calliope walked to the breakroom, her boots squeaking on the floor. Shoppers all around looked at her, but she just flat out ignored them, avoiding eye contact. Her social battery had completely fizzled out to nothing. She pushed open the double doors to the break room and sat down on the barstool. She placed her arms on the table and put her head on top, finally letting the tears silently fall.

She cried for a good five minutes before she felt the familiar vibration of a message from Indyko. Calliope wiped her face with her sleeve before grabbing her phone and opening the message.

“.. what the heck?” She whispered and sniffled softly when she saw a 10 minute audio file, along with the headphones emoji, a winky face, and bubbles emoji below it. “What, are they blowing bubbles?”

Calliope sent them a message back, a simple ‘???’ to portray her confusion. It didn't take long for them to respond back to her, encouraging her to listen to the file with headphones. The woman rolled her eyes at the vagueness of it all, but did as they wanted.

She grabbed her earbuds from her pocket, connected them to her phone and hesitated a minute before pressing play.

The message began and Callie heard the first hiccup and her face just exploded in a deep blush, her eyes widening and jaw dropping, before she paused it, her breathing quickening. Calliope couldn't listen to this in public. She hurried to her locker, grabbed her car keys, and ran to her car, getting soaked by the rain, but that didn't matter right now.

She unlocked the door, opened the door, and went inside the backseat. Out of breath from running, she put her hand on her chest to try to calm down, but the excitement of listening to the rest of the clip was exciting her too much. So after readjusting her earbuds and turning the volume up, she pressed play and let the sound of Indyko's hiccups take her away.

“Oh my gooossshhhh,” Calliope covered her face, “I can't believe they did this…they recorded themselves…with h-hiccups…for me?”

She couldn't help but feel her eyes watering again, this time out of happiness. She couldn't believe that she was lucky enough to have a par-fiancé that would do this for her.

She couldn't help but feel the urge, thankful that she'd gotten tinted windows recently. They would definitely come in use now.

“Wow, they're so fast,” Calliope commented to herself, unzipping her jeans and moving her hand down between her thighs, “nnngh, how I wish I could've felt your body during these…I could just imagine.”

She closed her eyes and imagined seeing Indy as they were describing themselves and their case and how their case was affecting their body. She pictured how their head was probably being pushed back by the force of each hiccup. How their chest popped out and their tummy bounced.

She listened to the entirety of the file, labored breathing following her little session as she lay in the back of her car in euphoria.

“Holy fuck…” she muttered quietly, then realized, “I don't have a change of underwear…”

Calliope looked at the time on her phone, noting that her fifteen minute break was over. She couldn't find it in herself to care. She sent a quick text to her work friends group chat, messaging them that she was going home because she wasn't feeling well. Then she got into the driver's seat, started her car, and drove home.

The drive home was uneventful and not long at all. Calliope took a deep breath as she walked into the house. Indyko looked up from their spot on the couch, confusion on their face as their chest jolted suddenly.

“Call–ie? What're you-*HUCK!*-oh,” Indy placed a gentle hand on their chest.

The soaked woman took off her boots and socks before heading over to Indy and laying down on top of them, snuggling close.

“They came back?” Calliope whispered as her head jolted with Indyko's chest.

“Yeah, a few *HOLP!* minutes ago, actually,” Indy chuckled quietly, ending on a loud double hiccup. They stroked Calliope's wet hair, not minding themselves getting wet from the dripping rainwater.

“Thank you…for sending me that first case,” the redhead leaned into the hair strokes. “I dunno how I ended up so lucky to have you as my fiancé. You must've sensed how rough of a day I was having.”

“Oh no-*HNK!*, dear…you wanna ta-*HAUK’KMP!*-mm, excuse m—me, sorry…do y-*IP!*-you want to talk abou-*HOOP!*-t it?” Indyko moved their other hand to rub her back soothingly.

Calliope sighed and nuzzled impossibly closer, subconsciously rubbing Indyko's stomach, providing her fiancé some comfort. Eventually, she shook her head, “no, I just want to lay here and relax on top of the most amazing partner-”

“Fia—fiance,” Indyko corrected fondly.

“Right, fiance…I keep forgetting that,” Calliope nuzzled her face into their chest.

Indyko smiled, “well, do you *HNK'GLP!*-mm want to get com-*HMK!MMK!*-oof comfortable? Ge-*HEUP!*-get your pjs on-*hnkgm!*-mm *HICK!*-ooh *HIGGUP!grrrruulp!HULP!*-fuck, scuse me.” They covered their mouth, head thrown back by another silent jolt.

Calliope's breath shuddered, “I'm not leaving this spot…” She continued rubbing their tummy. “Tell me about your day?”

“Pretty much *HU'UP!* was busy all day *HUP!*-mm *HULP!*-jeez,” Indyko rubbed their chest, “fir-*ERK!*-first…” and they regaled the events of their day, hard, loud hiccups interspersed in between with no signs of slowing down.

“Go-*HAUK!*-osh, I don't *HMK'M!HIMPK!*-ah know why the-*HEE!*-se are so ba-*HAULGK!-HIP!-HAUP!*-ngh, so bad *HICKOLP!*-ah,” they frowned.

Calliope frowned up at them, “you can cure them, if they're hurting you. Please, I encourage you to.”

“They don't hurt *HUP!* they're just unusually fast *HILK!HIMPK!* and hard and lasting lon–*NGK!*-longer,” Indyko admitted, “the tu-*HUH!*-tummy rubs are nice though- *HMK'M!-HNK!-HICK'L!*-oof *HUCK!*-ugh *HOLP!-HILP!-HICKUCK!-HOUP!*-ok, ok.”

Indy sucked up some air and held it, strong muffled hiccups jolting their body even worse than before. Calliope pouted, wishing there was something more she could do to help her fiancé. She just kept rubbing their tummy, as it growled loudly. Calliope blinked and looked up at Indyko, “when was the last time you ate anything?”

Indyko thought about it as a strong *HMM'MMK!* made them release their breath. “Good *HULP!* question.”

“You're hungry,” Calliope told them, “that's why your h-hiccups are so bad.” She blushed at the stammer.

“O—oh…” Indyko realized, “that makes sense *HUP!HUP!*-uff-*GOUP!*-fuck *H'GUP!*-stoooo-*HOP!*-oop.”

“I'm ordering us a pizza,” Calliope grabbed her phone and went to their favorite pizzeria's website and ordered two pizzas, one all cheese, one with ground beef and pineapple. “It'll be here in 20 minutes. Will you be okay until then?”

Indyko nodded, the next hiccup forcing their head to hit the arm of the couch, “owww…”

“Okay, come on, we're getting you a snack right now,” Calliope stood up and dragged Indyko with her to the kitchen.

“Callie-*HICK!*-”

Calliope shoved a granola bar into their hand, “eat.”

Indyko obeyed, opening the snack and taking a bite. They carefully waited for the next few hiccups to pass before swallowing the bite. They did the same for the second bite and by the third bite, their hiccups slowed and quieted down a bit.

“Addin-*ngk* don't forget lunch t—to my to do list forev-*herk!*-forever,” Indyko dragged a hand down their face.

“Right, or else your fiancé will be very mad,” Calliope warned them.

“Apparently, so will my diaphragm, heh-*HICK!*-oops,” they patted their chest.

Calliope smiled and kissed their cheek, “well, it's not all bad. You got to show off some amazing h-hiccups…but I don't want a repeat of this, kay?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Indyko saluted.

Indyko's hiccups went away as they were waiting for the pizza. Calliope finally changed into some comfy pajamas and the two lovers enjoyed the rest of the night with their pizza and a movie with cuddles.

Fin~

[elacular-kink]

Hicvember 19: Induced

And here we have my first A+B(+C+etc) story to get a sequel, with this one being a follow-up to Day 8, Singles, in which A (now Anna) observed how her crush B (now Bowie) reacted to her and other peoples' singles. This takes place once Anna manages gather enough data points to get the nerve to do something about it.

Content: Hiccups, hiccuping in public, anxiety, embarrassment, alcohol, bad movies.

"Okay, Cameron, what stupid fucking movie are you torturing us with tonight?"

"God, have a little faith in me, would you?"

"You literally call it bad movie night, I know you're going to make us watch some complete bullshit."

Anna was only half paying attention to the argument between Bowie and Cameron while other members of their troop were setting up the projector and screen on which said bad movie would be shown. She'd actually spoken to Cameron earlier about this, requesting that he not show anything especially gory, disgusting, or distasteful. He had whined that this limited his options, but after nixing the one by the leader of scientology(?) and the one that would apparently have involved throwing cutlery at the screen(???) the two managed to agree on a "classic" in which a role played by Bela Lugosi would primarily be played by someone who was not Bela Lugosi. These were the sort of things that made Anna wonder if she would ever even slightly understand her fellow trainees.

She was coming to understand Bowie, she hoped. Or rather, she was fairly certain she'd come to understand one specific thing about them. If it turned out she hadn't, Anna worried that she'd wind up embarrassing herself more than a little tonight. But given just how much thought she'd put into this stupid plan, it would feel like a waste not to go through with it at this point. And yes, she did know what the sunk cost fallacy was, but dammit, even if she wound up being completely wrong she'd get new information out of this.

That fact only helped her nerves so much as Bowie flopped down on the couch next to her, apparently done antagonizing Cameron for now. "You want me to get you some popcorn or anything, Annie?"

Anna felt her face redden and looked away. "No, but thank you. I'm...prepared for whatever's to come tonight."

"You super aren't, but you'll find out all about that soon!" Cameron bounced on his toes as one of their squadmates dimmed the lights. "Alllll right then! Introducing! The world's first worst movie ever! Dun dun duuuuuuun!"

As a man filmed in black and white began stiltedly talking about the future, Anna began putting her preparations into action. It wasn't as if she'd needed to do much, but she tried to be subtle about it, knowing that Bowie had sensitive hearing and not wanting to embarrass herself more than necessary. So she concealed the gulps of air she was deliberately swallowing in sips of a glass of wine she'd poured herself, doing her best not to belch loudly even as bubbles of air caught in and out of her throat.

She actually ended up stopping herself partway through the opening credits before starting up again. This happened a few times. Overthinking things was a terrible habit of Anna's, and she wondered if her nerves meant that she was also scaring away exactly what she was attempting to induce. Her circle of self-doubt was thankfully broken when an unbelievably fake UFO was dangled onto the screen. Bowie barked out a single loud laugh along with some derisive whoops from other troop members, and seeing them amused made Anna giggle too. And that giggle was cut off by half a burp and a "*HNK!*" that she just barely managed to swallow down.

Anna could feel just how red her face was going as one hand flew up to cover her lips. She kept it there despite knowing it wouldn't do much to muffle the sound, having...practiced having these before. If it turned out she was wrong about her assumptions concerning Bowie's response to hiccups she was going to feel like an idiot. But in spite of that worry, the idea that she was about to be proven right excited her enough that she had to hide her mouth so nobody would see her smiling.

When she glanced down at Bowie, Anna was initially surprised that they weren't looking at her. But when the screen lightened and she got a better look at their face, it was obvious that they'd deliberately forced themself to stare at the movie instead of at her. A "*HMK!*" put an end to that, and Bowie's attention snapped onto Anna before they caught themself and looked away again, and even with how low the light was, the blush on their face was practically radiant. Anna's must have been too with how fast her heart beat when she "*HMK-MMP!*" hiccuped again. "S-sorry B–*HMP*–Bow," she whispered, doing everything she could not to giggle or grin too obviously.

"S'okay," Bowie said softly, gaze nailed back to the screen. "You, uh—" they flinched at Anna's next *HMP!* and took a moment to start speaking again. "uh...you, uh, doing okay?"

Anna nodded and forced herself to look away too. "I-I'm fine! *HMK!* I've ju–*HUP!*—a-ah!" She'd thought she'd be able to muffle all her hiccups to near silence since, unlike with her "singles", she would know to expect them, but at least one managed to sneak past her defenses, and it made her face burn all the way up to her ears. "E...excuse m---me. *HMK!*" She was fairly sure she heard Cameron snickering, but nobody else seemed to respond. "I...I h–*HMP!* have the hiccups, B–*HMK!*–Bowie," Anna whispered, curling slightly in on herself.

"Yeah..." Just how awestruck they sounded caught Anna off guard, and when she looked over, she saw Bowie staring at her, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. "Uh!" They shook their head as soon as they noticed her gaze. "S-sorry, you want, um, you want me to get you some water or something?" They whispered barely loud enough for Anna to hear them. Not sure she trusted herself to speak out loud again, Anna just nodded, and Bowie nodded back before stiffly getting up and rushing out of the room. They were barely gone a second before Anna missed their weight and warmth next to her. It didn't take long for Bowie to return, and when they did, they shoved a glass of water into Anna's free hand before sitting down just as stiffly as they'd gotten up, back board straight and feet flat on the ground, knees at a ninety degree angle. Even if Anna hadn't know what to look for already, that would have been suspicious. Bowie never sat correctly. Nevertheless, Anna had water now.

...she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with it, though.

How suspicious would it be to put it aside? To not drink any? Too suspicious, right? She had to drink some, right?

Anna shook her head again, trying to rattle the thoughts away and took a small, nervous sip, happy that just a split second after swallowing it, another "*MMNK!*" rocked her. A few more tiny sips and muffled hiccups, and Anna felt safe putting the glass down for now "Sorry Bow," she whispered, swallowing a hiccup just after she finished their nickname. "I don't thi–*NNK!*–nnh...think it w---worked."

"Doesn't, uh...doesn't sound like it, nah," Bowie muttered, still uncomfortably rigid.

After a few long moments, Anna made herself take the initiative and leaned into Bowie's shoulder. She failed to completely avoid laughing at the non-word noises that came out of their open mouth at that, and her hiccups picked up a bit of speed. "I don't w–*HNK* want to disru–*HPT* the movie for *MMNK* the oth---thers," she murmured into their shirt. "Could you he–*LP* help me keep th–*HMK* them quiet?"

"Y-yeah!" It came out just a little too loud, and Bowie nodded just a little too hard. Even though her eyes were at an awkward angle with her pressing her lips into their shoulder, Anna could see the massive grin stretching over Bowie's face. "Yeah, sure, Annie! Yeah! I-I got you!"

Anna felt herself smiling, realizing only a moment too late that that meant Bowie could feel her smiling too. After a second, she decided it didn't matter and nuzzled more firmly into their shoulder. "Th---thank you, Bow. *MMK!*"

"Yeah..." They giggled softly and slowly got less tense, and Anna felt her heart pick up more speed when they eventually rested back against her so her hiccups were shaking both of them. Every time she glanced up at Bowie, she could see how pink their face was in the dim light of the bad movie.

Even though she knew that the scientific method was supposed to look at things objectively, sometimes it felt very very good to finally confirm a hypothesis.

[hiccupscloud-26]

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 Day 30: Free Space

Hey everyone, long time no see, but literally all of my motivation to write suddenly vanished out of the blue so have this random story I had prepared ahead of time. And another special thanks to @hic-hic-dreams for creating this prompt list and all the lovely people who participated as well!

It's just Calliope today with an Indyko honorable mention

Hicvember prompts used: free space

CW: hiccups, loud hiccups, talk of the human body, mention of menstrual cycle, mention of arousal level

And without further ado, I give to you...

The Hiccupping Professor

Calliope huffed as she plopped down onto her seat that she'd assigned herself. She absolutely despised this class. The professor wasn't the problem, honestly. Dr. Kerning was a great professor. He was very knowledgeable in the subject, clearly loved his job, and his husband that he always talked about.

It was just the subject itself that she couldn't wrap her head around. The anatomy class felt too out of her element. When she had first picked her classes, she had just chosen a bunch of random ones to kind of get a feel for what she might actually want to do with her life. Now she knew she didn't want anything to do in the medical field.

As she was setting up for yet another lecture that'd want to make her pull her hair out, she received a text from Indyko and she couldn't help but feel her heart warm at the sight.

Indyko: good luck with your classes and lab today. You got this💚

Ugh, that's right, today was a lab day. Just a reason to stay even longer in this hellhole. The doctor entered the room, so she sent a quick thank you text and put her phone away.

Calliope frowned and opened up her notebook. She clearly didn't feel like taking any notes. Especially considering she was planning to withdraw from the class anyway. It'd be better for her mental health to abandon this subject completely.

Today, apparently they were discussing muscles. Calliope mostly tuned out his voice and focused on half-heartedly taking notes. She didn't even really look up from her laptop much as she tried to match with the pace of his speech.

“Does anyone know what the diaphragm's job is?”

Calliope stopped writing and looked up for the first time. They were discussing the diaphragm? Her immediate thought was ‘it's responsible for hiccups’ but she couldn't just say that out loud. Barely focusing, she heard someone else give the proper answer. She watched the doctor's face light up as he then proceeded to point out where the diaphragm was on his body and took a deep breath. Somehow, she hoped that the difference in his breathing pattern would give him hiccups, but she knew in reality, that was probably not going to happen.

Dr. Kerning often had singles during class, but he'd always muffle them. Except one lab class where he'd accidentally released a single *HUCK!* and she'd hoped for another one, but nothing happened. Unfortunate.

They moved on from the muscle with nothing special, y'know like normal people who didn't almost have a heart attack over the word diaphragm. Calliope went back to writing notes when she noticed a pause in the doctor's voice. She looked up to notice he was drinking a diet Pepsi. Her heart pounded as she waited in anticipation for anything resembling a hiccup. Carbonation always did her body wonders. Sadly, it didn't seem to be the case for Dr. Kerning.

She sighed internally before looking back to her notebook and continued her writing. Honestly, she wasn't even paying attention to the lecture, just focused on writing as fast as the doctor spoke. Her left hand started to cramp up as she'd written a lot in her previous class as well. Pausing in her writing, she looked up just to see his upper body jolt slightly with his fist covering his mouth.

Calliope's heart pounded in her ears as she stared, wondering if she had seen things correctly. She had her hopes up when she saw him jolt softly again, only to be disappointed with the knowledge that it was only a muffled burp. He reached for his can again and took another sip before continuing the lesson.

‘What a tease…’ her brain provided her as she picked up her pencil and began to write once again.

This happened pretty frequently throughout the class. He'd start lecturing really quickly, he'd be interrupted by a few muffled burps, he'd swallow his burps before taking a sip of his soda. It was torture for Calliope and she'd wished her body would stop reacting to every single-

*HUCK!*

*clink*

“Ah, shit,” the doctor cursed as he watched his can fall to the ground, the liquid pouring out onto the floor. He huffed, “I'll cle-*heek!*-ean it later. Excuse me.” He covered his mouth as his body jolted with two quick muffled hiccups.

Calliope watched, suddenly glad she hadn't decided to skip the class today. She watched as he sucked in a breath, holding it. She noticed his hiccups still jolted him hard, if not harder from being held back. He was forced to release the air as a forceful *HULP!* broke through.

“Sorry, it seem-*mk!*-ms I can't shake these today-*nk!HNK!* ooh, excu-*hoop!*-use me,” the doctor announced. “Hope you—ou don't m-*mpk!*-mind.”

The class pretty much eased his worries, if he'd had any to begin with. Calliope sensed that nothing really phased the man. So a case of the hiccups were probably a walk in the park for him. He was only apologizing out of courtesy for his students.

“That's another thing the diaphragm is good for,” another student joked.

The doctor chuckled, with hiccups sprinkled in. “Yeah, so remem-*mgk!*-mber when I mentioned volun-*nkUP!*-ntary and involuntary muscles? *hingk!* And how the dia-*huckuh!*-diaphragm-*hmMKmh!* is considered a voluntary *hick'l!* muscle because you *IC!* don't need to think about breathing? Well with *HIC*cups-” he paused to chuckle at his timing, “-they are in-*hnk!*-in-*HNGKUP!*-oof, scuse me-*heep!* involuntary repet—titive spasms of the diaphragm-*hick'm!huck!*” He gently patted his chest. “The spasm-*h'muck!*-ms from your diaphragm cau-*huckuck*-ses your vocal chords to clos-*shmk*-e, which makes the *hick'm!* sound, more or less, but it's different for every-*IC!*-one.”

Calliope had already known this, but she had stared at him throughout the whole spell. Seeing all of the different jolts. Hearing all of the different sounds, ranging from deep to squeaky to quiet to loud. Calliope didn't know what to do. Her brain fogged up and all she could do was watch as he tried to continue on with the lesson, only to be thwarted by the betrayal of his body. The anticipation for the next hiccup gave her chills, she was pleasantly surprised by how quickly she was reassured it was a full on case. She had given up writing notes, she could write them down later, she had access to the slides.

Seeing how he was failing to teach a single topic without the hiccups interrupting, he decided to end class a little early and he canceled their lab for today. Calliope stood from her chair and instantly felt her nether regions were quite wet and warm, but she'd like to gaslight herself into believing it was only from her period. She would definitely be enjoying some time with Indyko when she got home.

Fin~

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Hicvember 15: Date Night

Once again, I've done this a couple times with the girls, so have some fun with an A and B.

Content: Hiccups, Inebriation (drunkenness), Anxiety, Insecurity, unhealthy eating habits (implied), feet (playing footsie)

A heard B before she saw her, and she was thankful for her dark skin and poker face, because what she heard was a loud squeak and a set of giggles that had her heart fluttering in her chest. As the waiter (slightly awkwardly) showed A to her table, she saw B there, face visibly flushed and with an empty wineglass next to her. "Oh! A! *HEEK!* Ah, ex---excuse me! A, I'm ha–*up* happy to see you! *HMK-mmp!*"

"Hey, uh, happy to see you too, B." A sat across from her and glanced at the mostly empty appetizer spread. Besides that, from the way she was bouncing, the pinkness of her face, and the lack of her usual perfect diction, A felt pretty safe guessing that that wasn't the first wineglass B had emptied. "I wasn't too late, was I?"

B's eyes went wide and she shook her head. "No no no, no–*ok* not at all! *HLMK!* Mmff, excuse me, I ha---have the hiccups." She rubbed her chest, which looked very cute in her dress' plunging neckline that A was trying very hard to ignore.

...she had a pendant on that landed right above where her breasts visibly met. And that pendant kept bouncing with every hiccup. God dammit.

It occurred to A that B might have been expecting a response, so she smirked as best she could. "Really? I didn't notice."

"Oh. *mmk* I must have b---been doing a be–*up* better job at hi---ding them than I tho---thought I was." B didn't notice that she was being sarcastic? Shit, she might have been in deeper than A thought. Her face went even pinker than what it had defaulted to. "Now I kind–*hup* kinda regret ment---ioning it."

"Don't worry, it's cute." A hoped that her voice sounded as light and playful as she tried to make it sound.

"Ah! *HEEP!*" B squeaked, bringing a hand up to her mouth, then let out a mix of giggles and suppressed hiccups before moving her hand back down to her chest (dammit dammit dammit!). "Th...thank you! *hmk!* B-but as I w---was saying, you te---texted me whe–*uck* when you kne---knew you'd be late. *hmk* I knew I sho---ould have pi–*hic*–ked you up inst---ead of making you bra–*hup* brave public tran---sit, but..."

B trailed off in a way that A wasn't used to from her. "But...what?"

"Um, noth–*ingk*!" She said it much too quickly, but A decided not to press the issue just yet. "B-but besides a–*uck* all that, I'm the one who ar–*up* arrived far too ea–*urk* early anyway. *mmk!*–mmf. That's ha–*urk* hardly your fault. *HMK-mmp!*–mmf! Excu---use me!"

A chuckled and shook her head. "You're excused." She picked up B's hand (the one that wasn't still resting on her chest, dammit dammit dammit) and brought it to her lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "You don't have to be so nervous. It's not like this is our first date."

B giggled, pulling her hand close to her chest and holding it with the other, smiling shyly down at them. "Well n–*nngk* no, but it's the fi–*urk* first date that I've t---taken the leading role in. *hmk* Ever."

It didn't really seem like that to A, given how B used to drag her around to all sorts of places before they were officially going out. She'd wondered why that stopped once they actually started dating until she remembered that this was the first time B had ever dated a woman (or anyone who wasn't a "traditional" guy, for that matter). Still, it apparently mattered to her.

It must have mattered more than A realized, because B ordered more wine as well as an amount of food that she'd stopped consuming on their dates ever since they actually became dates. That second one made A happy to see, actually, but it was a deviation from what had become normal behavior. She'd actually been hoping to get a little tipsy herself, but given how things were going, A decided to stick to soda and water, as well as doing her best to sneak some of the latter into B as well. The fact that she was eating a large meal along with the copious wine was good at least, and A did her best to keep her entertained and distracted from her nerves. She must have been doing a good job, because she was pretty consistently able to get B smiling and laughing.

...which didn't help with her hiccups. A was very glad that her brain was continuing to stay mostly on target in spite of the heat steadily pooling inside of her core.

She might not have been hiding her arousal as well as she thought she was, though, because mid sip of root beer, A nearly choked when she felt B's stockinged foot (apparently out of whatever shoes she was wearing) running up her calf and towards her thigh over her jeans. When she looked up, B had a sultry grin on her face, and when that grin was disrupted by her head being knocked back with a hiccup, A's brain short-circuited. "A...*hmk*," B batted her eyelashes. "Have I ev–*urk* told you how beau---tiful you look in cand–*llk*–lelight?"

"Uh..." A did her best to force words back into her head. "W-weirdly yes? Before we started dating? Which kind of made my brain explode?"

"Oh. *hmp*." B's face colored a bit more and she looked away, her foot drifting back down, though it laid over A's shoe rather than returning to her own. "W-well, I was right. *hmk* And I sti---still am."

A chuckled weakly. "Not that I don't trust your judgement, but, uh, we're kind of under..." she glanced up at the fixture above their table, "...weird stained glass lamp-light right now instead of candles."

"Ah–*hup!*" B pulled her shoulders in on herself and A just barely stifled laughter as she shook her head. "I-irrelevant! *heep!* The point is that you're b---beautiful in an–*eep* any lighting!"

"...sheesh." A looked away and scratched the back of her head.

"No, it's tr---true, you do! *HMK!*" A was surprised when she felt B's hand on her cheek, forcing her to look forward at B's face, which was suddenly only inches away. "Don't you b---believe me, A?"

"Uuuuhhhhhhhh..." There had to be a better response than that, but every bit of A's focus was currently on the stifled sounds in B's throat and the way her head kept jerking back.

"Believe me, A." B sounded almost mournful as she whispered, though a silent hiccup a split second later undercut her. Even so, she leaned in closer. "Believe m---me when I say the–*eep*–ese things. Belie–*heep* believe that you're the m---most beautiful girl in th---e world. *hmk-mmp* mmh..."

Before A was even sure what was happening, B's lips were against hers, tasting like wine and flavored gloss. But before A could get used to that, B hiccuped again, knocking her head back before it fell forward and her forehead bonked against A's. "Ow!" It only hurt a tiny bit, but A still reacted instinctively. She wished she hadn't though, because B had immediately scrambled back away from her.

Now B was staring, both hands over her mouth, eyes wide. "Oh my god, I'm so sor–*EEP!*" That hiccup made her eyes even wider, and before A could even get a word out, she bolted off. After a long moment, A sighed and rubbed her forehead before walking after her.

It wasn't hard for A to find B. The restaurant wasn't crowded, and she was doing a much worse job hiding her hiccups. So A knocked on the bathroom door she heard the squeaks behind. "Come out of there, you dork."

"No. *HMK* I'm going to stay he–*eep*–ere unti–*uck*–il the sun turns int---to a red giant and va–*up* vaporizes me."

A hummed. "I think that's gonna make our next horror movie night really awkward. If you're in this bathroom, who am I supposed to cling to and hide behind when the jumpscares happen?"

She heard a few weak chuckles and squeaks through the door. "Don't ma–*hup*–ake me laauuu–*uck-up*–uuugh, you'll make me–*heep* hiccup. *hup*."

Hearing her say the word made A's face burn and she was briefly glad there was a door between them. Even so, she kept her voice playful. "Uh, hate to be the one to tell you this, but..."

"I knoooo---ooooow," B whined, and A didn't quite manage to stifle a laugh. "But I ju–*hup*–mmf...I just wan---ted to give you a g–*hup*–good date and..."

"B, you've given me so many good dates."

"Those *HUK* don't count, I di–*cup!* didn't realize we *heep* were dating!" A failed to stifle more laughter, and she was glad that she heard B join her from beyond the door. "God...*hmk* You've been so pa–*up* patient with me. *hmk* With everything. And I ju–*UK*–nnhf!"

"You just..."

B sighed from beyond the door, and A could perfectly picture the way she was hiding her face in her hands. "I just w---wanted to seduce y–*hnk* you."

"...oh." A could feel her face burning again and she giggled weakly.

"Right?" B opened the bathroom door and A took a step back, but B yanked her inside instead, then started pacing and hiccuping. "Here I a–*uck* am, trying to gi–*HIP* give you a roma–*hup* romantic dinner and dre–*uck* dress up all sexy an–*hnk!* a-and finally give y–*hoop* you the night of yo–*urk* your life, and instead I get ne–*urk* nervous and drunk and *HMK* I give myself thi–*CUP* this stupid case of the *HIC-CULP* Aaaagh!"

B stopped long enough that A was able to drag her into a hug, and she pulled her flush against herself and kissed the top of her head. Feeling B jolt repeatedly against her was...extremely distracting, but she still did her best to focus on comforting her. "It's okay, B. You seduced me years ago."

"That's th---the point though," B sighed, leaning dejectedly into A's chest without even hugging her back. A couldn't help snickering at that. "It's been ye–*uck* years that you've be–*hip* been wanting me and–*HMK-mmp!*–nnnhhh!"

Hearing her whine like that nearly lit A on fire, and she took a deep breath to try and cool herself off. "Yeah. It's been years. So it's not like there's a rush with this. Now how about we go back to our table before the waiter decides we're trying to skip the bill and calls the cops?"

B sighed again and kept leaning on A as she walked her out. "You're too pr–*hip* pretty to go t---to jail." As A led her back to their table and pulled out her seat for her, B looked up. "A? *Hmnk* Did you really me---mean what you said? *hmk-mmp*" A tilted her head and B rested a hand on her chest, glancing away with a shy smile. "About thi–*nnk* thinking my hiccups are *hmk-mmp* cute?"

A could feel her face burning again as she pushed B's chair back in. "Hah...yeah. Yeah, I did." Definitely a normal thing to think. Nothing untoward about that. At least, she hoped so.

From the way B smiled wider, apparently it was close enough. "Then I gue–*uck* guess this date wasn–*hnk*–n't a total loss. *hmk-lp*. Now let me bu–*HUP* buy you some exp��pensive desert alr---ready!"

Well, who was A to argue with a proposition like that?