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[mademoisellewol]

How Bubbly

[mademoisellewol]

Dialogues & Commentaries

"HIC!…Yes. HOMPF!" [Realization hits, rubbing their jerking belly, letting out a grunt] "Goodness. Yeah, I have the HMK'LP! the hiccups. You heard me-IRK!" [Doesn't care now]

"My diaphragm is a bit sensi-HIRK! tive. I can feel them HUCK! Mostly, M'UCK!-uh! right here." [Finger taps on the spot where the sharp, pronounced jolts are visible on their body]

"HUP! Ooh, it's hard to know HNK! when they're spaced HOCK! out like MMK!-H'MUCK! like–this."

"Ignore that. HGK! Please. HRK! Pardon. Hhhh…H'MUCK!" [Pats chest, clears throat] "'Scuse me."

"C'mere. HUM'KLP!MRK! Back on my chest." [Wanting to spoon their spouse, patting the space in front while jerking in their seat]

"HIC'KULP! Ugh…that was deep. HOCK! And another…"

"HGRK! Ooh. Hear that? It did, didn't it? HEE'KLP!–GLKP! Ooh, a double…that was a dou-B'HUP! fuh…mmf."

"Mmm." [Chest jolts] "Oh, Yup. HUP! They're still here."

"HUH'K!-uh…hhhMMK!-mrrf…these are" [Swallowed a hiccup] "–strong. Oof."

"Huck. Huck! HUH'UCK! Set–HUP!HOCK! Settle d-HIRK!HUCK'P!–own. Huck!-ooh."

"Just got them from…HICKURP!-MLK! drinking water. Silly, I know-URK! Anyways!"

"Guh…mmm…they may be–BE silent, but damn" [Middle torso jostles, bobbing in silence yet evident, a fist flies over their mouth] "They ca–cah…can pack a punch."

"Mmrrf. Guh. H'MULK! My belly is so bouncy." [Coos to their jerking belly]

"Ooh…HUCK'L!-uh It's going to be a long day. HMK!MRK! Fudge, they started already?" [Blinks twice as another spasm rippled bringing up awareness on IT]

"I can HMK'LP! feel the slosh. KULP! ULP! Hmm...Sloshy hiccups…heh."

"Mmm, I wish you were he–HRK!HICKULP!-uh, to rub my chest and my belly. HUH'KILP!" [Damsel in Distress swoon]

"HOCK! HIC'KOLP! Darn, I have them bad. H'UH! Oh, that was intense."

[Head laid back, belly ricochets, sitting on the couch] "HNGK! GUCK!-nnn. HIG!Uh! HGK! HIC'KULP!" [Grumbles wishing for their beloved's magical touch]

"Hig'GULP! GULK! HULP! Mmf. Hhh...wuh...haa-ULP! Yes, they sound gulpy."

"On and off. HMPF! On and HOLK! For like 3 times t-today. HNG'IRK!" [Rubs sternum as they spoke]

"HUH'MK! Sorry! I just got 'em. HNRK! I–I'll be alright." [Waves a dismissive hand]

"Mmm…HMK! Mmf…hmm...HMMP! [Hiccups mid-kiss, kiss breaks] Ha...nnn…hoo…M'KULP! Was that good?"

[At a whisper] "Is this better? MMK! Should I open my mouth? HMRK!-uh! HMK'UH! Oh heck–shi'HRK! Sorry!" [Got out of character whilst guffaw-hiccuping, but spouse finds it endearing]

"Shut Hick! MmmMMmM!!! Shut. I–HIRK! SHUSH-HUCK!" [Face flushed, crossing their arms]

[mademoisellewol]

Reclined

Nothing but the feeling of collapsing oneself on a chair—resting their back. Their entire body is enveloped by weariness. With a persistent bout. For ten minutes and counting.

[mademoisellewol]

Different Versions

I feel the need to create one or more versions of a drawing (any drawing) from sketch before I settle for the final one. (Also considering the complexity or simplicity of a sketch from scratch before the hardcore rendering and polishing, which is a struggle, but worked my way through it as much as possible.)

It always leaves me to overthink since my indecisiveness is so profound at times to the point I have to take a while to choose which is better to portray.

(And that my mind is sort of meticulous in details and when I feel like detailing to an extent.)

As shown above for an example of doing versions of a sketch. Kink related or not.

[mademoisellewol]

An Itch to Hitch

|| CONTENT WARNING || Coursing of Arousal Level

Recalling those silent moments, where one would just want to shout into the abyss. When one with the kink would consciously and internally want to experience the very thing that would satiate, perhaps overflow their glass at an intense matter of circumstance.

Inducing would do such bliss, it would be enough, solely to subject themselves for it to happen, all on their own. Just imagining it sends a shiver down their spine just to feel, to hear, to see it unravel for their satisfaction. It won't take too long, hopefully. So then:

A quietly removed themselves out of bed, their yawn proving their lack of sleep. They headed down towards the open kitchen in their humble abode to start on their evening meal. It had been a long lazy afternoon, ought to move the muscles around. Rummaging of pots and utensils filled the room as A busied themselves with prepping a small dinner.

They hummed softly to themselves as they cook a light meal of crab and corn soup. A thought about the recent case they had, although it was months ago. How it jostled their entire middle torso, how they could control the volume and pacing at times, the feeling of drowning themselves into the feels, damn it all, they were getting distracted. Again.

A shook their head slightly, focusing on the cooking tasks in front of them, trying to push those thoughts to the back, sealed in a vault, figuratively. But the memories kept resurfacing, making it difficult for them to fully concentrate. They couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of arousal stirring within, even amid the kitchen preparations.

They took a moment to compose themselves, taking a deep breath. A reminded their other half that they needed to focus on the cooking, and not on the thoughts of inducing. But fwock, it was hard to ignore the images that kept popping up in their head. A continued to cook, their body growing ever warm with desire as the memories and thoughts lingered in their mind.

Distracting themselves did them any favor, that nagging and itching sensation would not go away. Perhaps they could find relief if they get a case, just for a few minutes. It was risky, but it might just give them the relief they craved.

They then quietly set aside the pot they were stirring from, turning off the stove for a moment. A reached into the pantry, rummaging around until they found something that would surely do the trick.

They grabbed a small liquid seasoning with spice bottle, hidden away in the back of the pantry. It was harmless spice with flavor, an item that they knew would trigger them. Of course, they will drizzle it over rice, silly of them to take it straight off the bottle.

Taking a deep breath, A unscrewed the cap, pouring a fair drizzle of the it onto the bowl of rice they prepped. Mixing it evenly, they took bite after bite. Chewing and swallowing the rice ever so quick and it would feel heavy as it slid down their throat.

"Mmmf-" They breathed momentarily before, "HMK!"

Immediately, a tingling sensation spread in their gullet, followed by the inevitable onset of hiccups.

"Mm…nnn…H'MUCK!"

A grimaced as the hiccups started to come, their body involuntarily jolting with each one. The sensations were a little stronger than they had anticipated, feeling vulnerable, but it was exactly what they needed in the moment. A leaned against the kitchen island, their breath hitching with each involuntary hiccup, the sensation both distracting and satisfying their internal craving.

Clutching their stomach as the hiccups continued, each one a gentle but firm reminder of the pleasure they were both seeking and resisting in the moment. Part of them wanted to revel in it, to give in to the sensations, but they knew they couldn't afford to linger for too long…

"Hirk!Hrmk!Hnk-GULK! Oof…"

A stood there for a few moments, letting the hiccups run their course, their body shaking and jerking slightly with each one. It was a strange mix of relief and discomfort, but damn, it was scratching that itch, giving it a brief respite from the internal battle.

Occassionally stifling a small groan or grunt as the hiccup episode came to an end. Their body relaxed slightly, the sensations slowly fading. They took a deep breath, trying to steady themselves before turning back to the stove, resuming the cooking as if nothing had happened.

It started again.

"Mmrk!-ooh…'scuse me…HIG'IRK!-HUCKLE-GRK!"

A said out of habit as they felt the familiar tingling sensation return to their throat. They tried to suppress it, but the hiccups flared up once more, stronger this time.

They clutched their stomach again, trying to muffle the sounds coming from their mouth. A's body shook and jerked with each involuntary hiccup; the sensations almost overpoweringly good.

A leaned against the counter, trying to stay upright as the hiccups continued. A groan escaped from their lips, the indulgence almost too much to contain. They couldn't help but feel both guilty and excited, the secret satisfaction of giving in to their desires mingling with the acknowledgment that they were playing a dangerous game.

They would lay both palms on their middle torso as it convulses, jostle, and jerk ever so quickly, it would drown them to arousal.

A's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as they allowed their other half to give in to the sensations. They pressed their palms firmly against their middle, feeling the involuntary movements of the hiccups ripple through their body.

"HUCK’ULP!-MMLP!-buh." They sighed; a grunt followed. They left their mouth open slightly only to end with, "Mmm…hnn-HIRK!uh!-sss-sHUCKS!..."

With each jerk and jolt, left speechless, they couldn't help the soft groan-moan that escaped their lips. Eventually, it subsided after a good long while, leaving an exhausted A content and knackered to do core. The capability to induce is too profound for them to possess, yet the pursuit of consciousness to do so at the ideal and appropriate moment should balance it all.

[mademoisellewol]

Croaks

That metaphor (from one particular animated series) of frog croaks to be of similarity like hiccups just got me imagining a scene.

A bought B a kind of froggo onesie, (pairing onesies) innocuously teasing them when they do get a case. Croaky hiccups.

[mademoisellewol]

Day 21: Case Coded

|| CONTENT WARNING || Day prompt based on a Fandom Artificial Intelligence Hiccups Hints of teasing Presence of an obnoxious character Implications of internal panic Mentions of frustration

The vibrant corridors were at a dim cast of light than the usually well-lit glow that the jester took note of. They have just woken up from a nap. Well, it is more so of deep pondering about their new life and recent events being in a virtual world and with an excruciatingly mad host that is keeping the said "world" meaning new home together. Can life throw any more curveballs whilst its at it?

The jester rubbed their eyes, making their way to the center of the tent they reside in for "forever" it seems like. Until they were unexpectedly teleported to a different area in the tent.

"Gah! Wuh…?" It left them in a slight woozy state. A hand on their head as they process what had happened.

"What just-," then, their words got cut off, when they heard a sudden yell out of nowhere near them.

"OH-****!" The triangle-shaped head hissed sharply at their fall, a frustrated look in their eyes. They turn to see the jester who was confused and felt the need to be concerned and question about what had happened to the both of them.

"What's going on exactly?" The jester asked with concern, their back slouched a bit and eyes seeking for an answer.

The triangle-shaped head slowly stood upright and spoke in a low and annoyed tone after a grunt, "Apparently, HE'S what's going on." they pointed over from afar.

They looked over to the host floating near the stage with a few of the other individuals, seemingly trying to talk about something while also hiding from him. The jester then noticed the host twitched in a jolt action, making the map glitch a bit out of place. Something is going on, alright.

Once the host was gone in a cloud, the jester and triangle-shaped head made their way to the others. A raggedy plush waved over to them, immediately greeting and checking them making sure they are not harshly affected from a current problem at hand.

"Hey, you two! Oh, I'm glad that you're alright." The raggedy plush spoke to the triangle-shaped head with a mellow, heartfelt tone of concern in their voice.

The jester then shot a question, "Has something happened?" They felt the need to ask as they stood their with a weary, yet confuzzled look.

The raggedy plush and a king piece looked at each other, before the place rumbled a quick second, leaving the group in a state of shock but no panic, or perhaps there is, internal-wise. The raggedy plush decided on explaining.

"Well, it's just a minor inconvenience. Don't worry though, he'll be able to fix it as soon as possible. I hope." By he, they mean the host. "But just so you know, do be careful whenever you're around him."

The raggedy plush ended with an advice. It left the jester curious to ask more.

"Why do you say that?" The jester spoke until shifting their head to another voice from the group.

"Because, you will be subject to a different kind of fun." With a sly, shut grin, an obnoxious rabbit stood with their arms crossed.

"Not helping!" The raggedy plush shook their head in disapproval to their reply.

The jester raised a brow before turning their attention to the triangle-shaped head. "He just have a case of the hiccups, technologically-speaking."

"What?" The jester plainly questioned in confusion and curiosity. But mostly confusion.

How does that work and make any sense exactly? And how did it all started? If one were to incorporate artificial intelligence having a case, it would involve something in their system unit like a malfunction in their coding or a foreign anonymity might have breached and entered into their functions.

"He's a bit aware of it, given that the whole tent is affected, not to mention, it might also not end well for us." The raggedy plush told the jester.

"Yeah, like how they were teleported out of nowhere earlier." The obnoxious rabbit spoke and emphasized, a thumb pointing over to the triangle-shaped head who gave a pissed off look at them.

"Wait until it's your turn!" They scowled back at the rabbit.

What has been given resorts to being similar to the natural involuntary action a human normally experience. If an artificial intelligent were to have it, it may or may not differ and stray away from that of a human body.

Precaution is taken in all seriousness for this matter. The jester figured that when the host hitched, it affects the place to change and individuals to teleport to some place different.

But that is only one result, possible there may be more, and the jester along with the others do not want to know half of it.

"As long as we keep our distance from him, I think we'll be okay." The raggedy plush tried to offer some reassurance to them all.

Suddenly, the tent shook side to side, a quick change of the place made the group hide anywhere that is safe, not wanting to deal with this nonsense.

The jester slightly hyperventilated as they hid, a hand on their chest to calm themselves down. Most of them, then, checked the place with hesitation once the shaking subsided.

"Is everyone alright?" The raggedy plush asked, the others nodding and showing themselves.

"Are you good over there?" Then they asked the king piece who gave a thumbs up in return.

Until another rumble shook the tent. The items and blocks floated shifting in places.

One of the items affected was the king piece's pillow fortress, which they took notice immediately and screamed, "AAH!" concerned for their safe pillow igloo that has disappeared.

Another rumble rose, it made the place shake and shift randomly. That case of his sure is active. Unfortunately, it teleported Ribbons and Triangle-shaped head to the stage rather than the floor.

"Oh my goodness!" The raggedy plush called out to them, checking and making sure if they were fine.

"We're okay…" Ribbons spoke with a wince at their fall.

The obnoxious rabbit chuckled. "That fall was comical, Ribbons! Do it again." Their grin grew in amusement. How could they find humor to that mishap?

With the third wave though, the obnoxious rabbit fell in a black hole that opened underneath them, sending them to fall on top of a floating block. They grunted, face planted on the cube. The two who were at the stage watched it happened, looking at each other.

"Eh, serves them right." The triangle-shaped head commented with no regret.

"Guh! When will this be over?" The obnoxious rabbit spoke in frustration and attitude as they sat on the edge of the floating block with their arms crossed, not happy about this inconvenience.

"We'll just have to wait!" The raggedy plush replied in return, ignoring the murmuring of irritation from the rabbit.

A few more of the earthquakes and changing of the map, it was in a rapid succession. The group figured that it must be quite a stubborn case the host has. They were all completely done with this. The group just want it to be over already. And if that thought was going to happen sooner than later, the host just had to add up to the internal panic and longing of rest as he made his presence known with the group after a long while. In a rushed and iconic host tone, they spoke with the accompanied sounds of the case that is somewhat similar to a human's sounds.

"Hello! my HUCK!-lucky stars-" The host exclaimed with glee.

They all called him out of his name in unison. Then the rabbit spoke. Their voice echoed faintly from above, still stuck on the same floating block.

"Uuugh! No luck with that? Could you please hurry it up! I've been up here for ages!" The rabbit dragged their groan, complaining as they looked down at the host.

"My-my, you should've called me!" The host snapped their fingers to return the way things are back to normal.

But they let out another hitch again, snapping their fingers once more. It happened again and again, until is was a quick cycle.

They all called out to the host again, making him stop in his tracks as he realized his distracted-self. He spoke. "Oh, my bad! HIRK!-RR'Rrr!" It comes out in a fuzzy static.

The tent shook with intensity, glitching a bit, now that the one with the case was at close proximity.

"UH! Do you have something to tell us?! The raggedy plush called out as they hid behind a couch.

The host looked at them. Not them thinking about it, floating mid-air for a few moments on why they were there instead of managing to resolve his case.

The host's eyes shifted to walled, a bright tone on their voice as they held their finger up.

"Ah-ha! Yes, of course. Now I remember why I'm here!" He said with a delightful tone. They all looked at him, anticipating provision of some good news about this matter.

"I still have them." The host said in a defeated and nonchalant tone, back slouching and hands fall to the side.

The group groaned in unison at the end, thinking that this particular episode is accompanied with a case and its about to go crazy or rather, it had already been crazy. It will be quite a long day as the group hid and scattered. This adventure was uncalled for.

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When the one with the case wraps around their arms on their beloved's waist, their chin resting on their loved one's head, the spasms being ever so close yet subtle to the feels as it bounces by the neck and chest.

Midriff, sure, why not.

Their beloved turns around to face their hiccuper with a soft gaze and a tender caress by the chest—such a fluttery feeling especially if the hitch ends with a low grumble or grunt, simply want nothing but to offer some brief TLC.