Give Me The Pacifier Novels & Stories

I felt that familiar wave of panic building — the one that always crept in when nothing seemed to work. “Alright,” I breathed, forcing myself to stay calm. “Let’s try this...” I walked him over to the kitchen, humming softly while swaying side to side. His cries slowed a little — not fully calming, but less ear-splitting. “Yeah, that’s it,” I whispered, gently bouncing him. “You’re okay... Mommy’s got you.” I grabbed his pacifier from the counter and carefully eased it into his mouth. He resisted at first, turning his head with a frustrated whimper. But then, finally, his tiny lips closed around it, and his sobs quieted to weak hiccups.

I pick him up, hugging him to my chest from his parted lips I can see his baby teeth visible from his gums. "Baby!" I swing him around a little and he laughs. His legs kick in the air when he settles, I lean forward to kiss Caela on her hair, she looks to be battling to put Niko's dingers in her mouth. He offers her a pacifier with mango nectar inside of it instead but she doesn't seem to be buying it. making me laugh.

ADRIAN’S POV “Give me both of them,” I told the storekeeper, my voice tight with a mix of urgency and anxiety. He nodded and added them to the cart. I glanced down, the cart already loaded, but it felt empty—way too little for my baby. I looked at the shelf again, picking up a tiny pacifier. The colors were soft, perfect, but I froze, my chest tightening. Which one the fuck should I pick? “The blue color is for a boy, and the pink is for a girl,” the storekeeper announced again. I swear, he’s said it three times already, and I got it, damn it.

The boy wailed as his sister cried and the mother popped a teething ring into the boy's mouth and a pacifier into his sister's mouth. "How many times have I told you not to use your sister as a chew toy? She is not a teething toy." Astra scolded her son who frowned as if disagreeing with his mother and saying, she is though. Just then, the door opened and each female was hit with the scent of her mate, or rather mates in Mimi's case. The pacifier fell out of Caia's mouth as she babbled words while bouncing on her butt and holding out her hands.

He asked me, dragging my attention away from the weapons on the bed and back to him. “It's about Leslie, she doesn't take well to strangers, I mean the only two people she ever let hold her was me and Layla, I you take her and she is awake she is going to scream her lungs out. So I brought you these, this is her brothers blanket if you wrap it around her the smell will be familiar to her, making her feel safe and then there's this. It's a frozen pacifier, my breast milk is in there, I put it in the cooler so it'll stay frozen until you're ready to use it. So if you get to her and she's awake, you give her the pacifier first and after a few minutes, you carry her up with the blanket in your h

"Kc. We're creating our daughter's aesthetic legacy." He bent in closer. ".Does the giraffe assist with that?" She looked at him, stone-faced. "Only if it performs lullabies in French." Kc inspected the tag. "Uh… it sings the ABCs in what I believe is a British accent?" She sighed like a general of war whose troops were disappointing her. "Add it to the maybe pile. "This one has an anti-roll mattress, a built-in baby monitor, and it adjusts to three levels as the baby gets bigger," chirped the saleslady.

It was a pacifier the size big enough for an adult, looking at the bot with confusion. "It'll help soothe you while you work and help determine your little age" the bot explains. That does make sense, sucking always helps me focus on task on hand, it's better than my fingers and more hygienic. I nod to the bot and keep on sucking on it while getting back to my work.

“It doesn’t seem silly at all. And I don’t care that Joe gave him to you. Why would I?” Relief filled her. “You know that I’m going to buy you things too. Gomez as well. There’s a few of those things on the bed behind you.” She went back to the items on the bed. The first thing she saw was the lube. Yikes. Then a butt plug. Double yikes. But also, yippee! And then there was a baby bottle. Also yay. And a pacifier. With a sloth’s face on the front. Which made her smile. She wanted that right now.

She didn't like it at all, I didn't expect her to, she was pouty and acting up for the rest of the day. When she asked why I treated her like that, I told her why she got punished, she just looked down with a pout, I went to give her the pacifier back but it wasn't clipped into her clothes, I knew I had it on her this morning but it wasn't. I raised a brow at her but she didn't say anything, I simply got her a new one, she was quiet for the rest of our time together, she napped quietly, it was finally time to leave.

All that noise would cause more attention, and I hurried with the buckles and straps to get her out and shut her up. I had zero instincts with an infant. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I hoped to quiet her right now. Before I could get her out and hold her, assuming that would help, I felt a rubbery piece of a circle. What's this? A pacifier? Something like it. I slipped it toward the baby's mouth, and she closed her trembling lips around it. Her green eyes were wide open and glossy as she stared at me with a pout. Fuck me. It was a punch to the gut, seeing Emily's innocent face so scared, her tear-streaked cheeks.