#Smart Pacifier

[gauricmi]

Smart Pacifiers Market will drive parenting innovation owing to growing demand for baby monitoring and soothing

The smart pacifier market has witnessed significant growth in recent years owing to technological innovations that provide parents with new ways to monitor and soothe their infants. Smart pacifiers are being integrated with sensors, trackers, and soothing functions that help parents gain insights into their baby's wellbeing and behavior from a distance. Advantages such as motion and breathing monitoring, temperature tracking, and two-way audio allow parents to check on babies remotely while ensuring their safety and comfort.

The Global Smart Pacifier Market Size is estimated to be valued at US$ 640.2 Mn in 2024 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 5.4% over the forecast period 2024 to 2031.

Key Takeaways Key players operating in the smart pacifier market include Brainchild Technologies, LLC, Root3 Labs, BlueMaestro, Washington State University, NiNite , and Nouvo Health. These companies are integrating innovative technologies like sensors, wireless connectivity, and soothing audio/vibrations into traditional pacifier designs.

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[dunmesh]

okay i don't have anything smart to add i just genuinely love that these seemingly trivial jokes are actually an important part of his character. we see it throughout the entire manga, how he pushes aside his own frustration and discomfort to accommodate everyone else's and avoid needless confrontation- another example off the top of my head would be the barometz chapter in which he slowly gets frustrated with izutsumi but still tries his best to talk some sense into her calmly and soundly.

and in contrast, there are very few times he expresses his anger and hurt towards others, and it usually takes a lot for him to finally lose his patience and control.

i mean, even with kabru he tried to be polite despite the circumstances until the guy said the one thing that triggers an immense sense of shame, hurt and rage in laios. and you know, the manga does say it quite clearly early on. when we are introduced to namari and then to shuro, laios acts all friendly and shows his respect and trust in them despite how things ended between them, and everyone else gets frustrated with him for acting so strange- why are you the one who tries so hard to pacify the rest when you should be the angriest?

and they don't understand him. they don't know him well enough to be able to understand, but we as readers get to see during the manga that they aren't wrong to question him- he does, in fact, feel all those ugly emotions. and it's when the winged lion finally confronts him that we see to what extent these feelings he buried so deep go, and suddenly all those funny little moments where he sometimes pretends to be mr nice guy speak volumes about his character. honestly, ryoko kui is a master at using jokes in order to define important character traits and this one doesn't fail to amaze me.

and laios's hatred and rage and deep scars he can't get over aren't shown explicitly during most of these moments i mentioned before, but now you realize there are 26 years of emotional baggage to all of them and they sting. he is angry but he can't say shit, what difference would it make? it won't make his friends choose him instead of themselves when he needed them most, and it won't help his party get any farther. of course, this logic doesn't apply to them- they are absolutely allowed to get angry and it's fine to get mad at him, he can take that.

so after finishing the series it's so clear that he tries his best to avoid clashing with others not just due to the current circumstances and him needing to be a reliable leader but also because he knows that people don't even like him when he tries to show his good sides and hide all the rest, so who the hell would tolerate his rage and despair? who would stay after realizing that he is so deeply flawed he doesn't even like his own being?

but he does get mad. he can't help it, and sometimes it gets out of control and now everyone knows. and it's funny, isn't it? that most of those moments ended up bringing him closer to others. shuro admitting he is envy of him and actually becoming the friend laios thought he was all along, fighting for his sake and waiting for him to come back- believing in him even after he turned into a monster and searching for him the way he couldn't bring himself to do for falin when he learned of what became of her- or kabru being pushed to just let it all out because he couldn't bluff his way out of this one and get to laios any other way, so now they are even. they are both horribly honest with each other and they both choose to stay. a weird way of getting to know each other, but it is what it is.

it's simply... the more laios let himself just be, the deeper his relationships grew. and there's intimacy in being your ugly, weak and furious self around someone and them not leaving you. feeling safe enough to let it be known you are hurt and angry. and he knows that now, too.

[enhani-ki]

pacify her - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, kinda sadistic (?), etc.

you were sitting on the floor, hunched over your notebook as you tried to solve the last few problems of your homework. ni-ki sat beside you, watching with mild interest then tried to help you.

but that interest quickly faded when he realized he can't do it, "just use the calculator," he suggested, resting his chin on his knees.

"i don't need help."

"i want to understand how to solve this."

he scoffed, tilting his head at you in disbelief.

ni-ki sighed, getting really bored out of his mind. he doesn't understand why people make things so hard for themselves.

if there's already an easy way out, why not just take it?

you stayed focused until, finally, you set your pencil down with a satisfied sigh.

"you finished it?" ni-ki blinked surprised.

you turned to him with the brightest smile, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck. "yes, i told you i can do it!"

he smiled, letting you cling to him more, then pushed some loose strands of hair away from your face before leaning in to kiss you.

"are you really that smart?" he murmured against your lips.

you shook your head no, acting all modest and humble, but he wasn't buying it.

"okay, if you're that smart…” he leaned back slightly to watch your expression fully. "can you tell me what are you going to do after i die?"

your proud smile faded immediately. you shoved him away, moving to sit on the couch, and crossing your arms in irritation.

he followed you, leaning back over the cushions beside you. "come on," he said, "how long do you think it'll last before you move on?" he started kissing your arm, like what he always do when he wants to soften you up.

your brows knitted together. "ni-ki, that's not funny."

"i'm not trying to be funny." he laughed, tilting his head. "i'm just really curious."

you didn't answer, you just moved uncomfortably but that only encouraged him.

"i mean, you wouldn't stay single forever, right?" he said it so casually as if he was just talking about the weather. "you'd cry for a bit, sure, but then what?"

"oh i'm not even sure if you'll cry."

your stomach twisted.

"maybe you'd find someone new in, what, a year? six months? shit..." he looked up at you, "would it be sooner?"

you pressed your lips together, "can you not?" you said as you pulled your arm away, trying to put some space between him and you.

and you could move further, ni-ki grabbed your wrist and wrapped his around your waist, locking you in place.

"y/n..." he called out in your ear. "you're not answering me."

"because it's stupid!"

"it's not," he insisted, resting his chin on your shoulder. "i just wanna know, baby... would you miss me?"

you inhaled shakily. "of course i would..."

"would you cry?"

you swallowed hard, not answering.

his fingers traced your arm slowly, "you're already getting worked up, huh?"

your throat tightened.

"you're about to cry," he whispered, watching your expression closely.

your nose started to turn red and your lips quivered before curling downward into a sad pout.

ni-ki let out a soft chuckle, really in awe. "i'm not even dead, and you're already crying?"

a choked sob left your throat as you shove his chest, but your boyfriend didn't budge. he just watched you, amused, his eyes fixed on your tear-streaked face.

so you turned your face away, he started showering kisses to your head.

"you're so pretty when you're upset."

his lips trailed down your jaw, his hands were slipping under your skirt.

"ni-ki." you tried to warn, but he was already tilting your head back, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

and despite how annoyed and sad you were, you still folded.

ni-ki lifted your skirt slightly, his fingers trailed over the soft fabric of your panties before slowly sliding them down your legs. he left the skirt on, he thinks it looks sexy how it framed you perfectly.

he then pushed your legs up, keeping them pressed together instead of spreading them apart like he knew the restriction will make everything more intense and tighter.

he dragged his tongue slowly over your folds along with obscene slurping sounds while you twitch underneath him. ni-ki took his time, savoring every desperate little noises that escaped your lips.

you grabbed his hand from your waist, and guided it up to your breasts, he catches on instantly, squeezing rough and hard, the pressure making you whimper. it hurts but it somehow eased some of the frustration from the torturous pace he's keeping between your thighs.

"ni-ki, please… please, more-" your voice trembled, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him to do more.

but he only hummed against your pussy, ignoring your pleas as he licked slowly and teasingly, again.

your patience snapped. you reached down to try and touch yourself, very desperate for the relief he's withholding, but ni-ki swats your hand away, "uh-uh," he disapproved, "just wait."

his grip on your thighs tightened as he presses a soft smooches to your pussy.

the frustration overwhelmed you. "just fucking stop this!" your patience snapped again for the second time, you tried to break free from his grip, your whole body writhing beneath him.

then his mouth closed around you, sucking hard on the sensitive bud making you gasp and bite down on your lip in shock.

the pleasure threatened to fall apart in your lower abdomen, only for him to suddenly pull away again, leaving you stranded on the edge.

tears pricked your eyes, spilling over your cheeks, you hide your face in your hands.

you can't even get mad, it just hurts.

ni-ki lay down beside you and gently removed your hands off your face.

your lashes were clumping together, your lips were slightly trembling, cheeks warm and flushed, the tip of your nose was already red from crying.

breathtaking.

he leaned in, pressing kisses all over your face.

you tried to turn away but he catches your lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently while his hands move to unzip his pants.

his lips parted as he inserted his dick in your aching hole, slowly sinking into you, and stretching you open. his hand held the back of your head while the other held your leg in the air.

ni-ki's moaned right in front of your face then to your ear, and it turned you on even more.

he kept on giving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, now your whole face is wet because of him.

he caressed your cheek before tilting your chin up, his thumb pressed your lower lip until you open it for him. he didn't waste no time and slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss, just swallowing every sounds you make.

oh, fuck.

and even lying on your sides, he can stroke inside relentlessly. easily sliding in and out of you so fast, so deep you're going dumber and dumber.

ni-ki smirked as he watched you go crazy and completely wrecked from the pleasure he's giving you.

your walls fluttered around him, it's tightening, throbbing, but not consistently. it's like you're teasing him too, keeping him on the edge, and making him crave more.

he chuckled breathlessly, "you're so petty." then he started pounding even faster as he neared his climax.

"i'm close, where do i shoot this, baby? huh?"

"i want it all inside of me."

ni-ki groaned after hearing what you wanted, he pressed his forehead against yours as he lets himself go, spilling his cum deep inside your core.

some of it dripped down as he pulled out, so he used his fingers to push it all back inside of you.

he's not gonna let any of it go to waste.

"stop, making me, cry!" you said, sniffling before pinching his arm.

ni-ki flinched and smirked, "babe..." he said, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips before pressing a quick kiss. "you cry because you love me. it's natural."

then he held your panties "don't put these back on today," he said, before slipping them into his pocket.

"no, that's-"

"let's just see how it'll drip out of you every time you move."

ni-ki kissed you again, swallowing the little hiccuped sob that escapes your lips. then, as if he hasn't already ruined you enough, he whispers against your mouth...

"didn't i tell you that look so pretty when you cry?"

a/n: she got pacified with a big D (requested) jacquees - you

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[rollingeevee]

What did the minions first think of darling for both beast and ancient cookies

SORRY FOR THE ABSENCE! Been feeling not super amazing health wise so I took a small unannounced hiatus (sorry about that) and am still a lil iffy so will probs be slow for at least a couple more weeks ^^;

Now onto the answer!

For the minions we have so far (Cloud Haetae, Nutmeg Tiger, Candy Apple, Black Sapphire), I can say this

Cloud Haetae Cookie:

• I have a feeling they instantly became attached!

• Their master seems really fond of you, so that means they should adore you, right?

• Adoption time? Adoption time- aidhcj

• They are at your beck and call, more than happy to serve you in any way they can! Except for escape, of course. That would upset their master.

• They love being around you in general. Mystic Flour is not very outwardly affectionate, but you make up for that and give them plenty of attention.

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

• I don’t see her liking you at first, perhaps seeing you as unworthy of The Great Destroyer. What ploy did you use to make him so infatuated with you?

• Burning Spice is quick to shut down any hostility she may have towards you. The only reason he didn’t crumble her right then and there was because you begged him not to.

• She felt a lil indebted to you afterwards, and given how quickly fierce and angered Burning Spice became over a small glare your way, she knew you were here to stay

• She tried to make it up to The Great Destroyer and you by offering to train you and help you become stronger, something you accepted and that Burning Spice approved of

• Tho she’s a lil gung ho when it comes to fighting and serving the Great Destroyer, her company is the closest thing you can consider to normal in your new life as the recipient of Burning Spice’s bite

Candy Apple Cookie

• Oh boy she hated you at first. Technically still does

• She adores Shadow Milk and has always desired his attention, and here you are with just stealing it away without any effort?! UGH!

• Shadow Milk is quick to notice her attitude,, but leaves it be. A test to see if she’s smart enough to obey his desires and leave you alone.

• A test she fails.

• She had never been punished as severely as when she tried to bring harm to you. She was lucky Shadow Milk didn’t crumble her. Her only saving grace was how much you seemed to like her and tried to get along with her. One of the few tethers keeping you compliant for the moment.

• This did not get rid of her jealousy, but it did pacify her. She tolerates you at most.

Black Sapphire Cookie

• Black Sapphire is a follower of Shadow Milk above all else. If Shadow Milk says you are to remain in the Spire, that is where you are to be. If Shadow Milk wants you attached at his hip, Black Sapphire will do his best to ensure you remain there.

• He’s not necessarily fond of you per se- not any more than he needs to be at least.

• Shadow Milk trusts Black Sapphire around you much more than he does Candy Apple, and allows Black Sapphire to get physically close to you and attend to you when he himself cannot, but he’s a fickle contradiction. He allows the close proximity but gets grumbly about it later. You can’t win with this guy ughhhhh

• Anything his Lord Shadow Milk wants, he gets. Shall he attend to you while Shadow Milk is busy? Of course! Oh- he needs to leave- ok-

• Unlike Candy Apple, Black Sapphire is fully aware of what you are. He’s been around longer, knows what that mark on you means, what that possessive attitude entails. I feel when Black Sapphire was younger, he might have been bratty with one of or perhaps Shadow Milk’s very first bitten, something he quickly learned was a no no, much like Candy Apple.

• And as much as Candy Apple annoys him, she’s still his sister, and he does his brotherly duties to make sure she doesn’t do anything too stupid and get herself killed by their master

[hanasnx]

Omfg thank god you’re in on the daddy soldier boy shit

I feel like he’d find it really funny if you were being sassy/bratty to other people but god forbid you do it to him. He’d squish your cheeks real hard and very sexily tell you to “cut that shit out right fucking now or so help me god-” and you know you’re in for it when y’all get home.

BRAT-TAMING — s.boy

“ she got a real ass, but her personality real fake / that’s a real shame / no play, no games ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | the boys. NOTES. heavily inspired by @glossykissies legendary soldier boy works which i binged today bcos i miss him. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ unestablished relationship ノ suggestive content ノ degradation: slut shaming, calling you a bitch, calling you stupid ノ age gap ノ brat taming ノ sexual harassment technically ノ humiliation.

SOLDIER BOY’s got a little bit of a soft spot for you. everyone with a pair of eyes in their skulls can see it. there’s a prick in the corner of his lips when you say anything, like a condescending response is forming on his tongue at-the-ready to make you feel stupid just ‘cause he likes the way you scoff indignantly. he asks, “where’s the kid?” when you’re not around, an incredulous and questioning gesture with his arms at his sides. the kind of judgmental arch to his brow that makes hughie nervous enough to quietly consult butcher as to how bad would it really be if they took you on this mission just to pacify him. the amount of times kimiko has caught the old supe red-handed when he tilts his head in that specific way that conveys he’s checking out your little ass. oh, yeah. it’s pretty clear ol’ ben’s got it bad for their temp.

for all his silent compliments regarding how he really thinks of you, soldier boy’s hard on you too. he treats you way differently than the rest of the boys do. they’ve gotten used to your personality—which they graciously describe as “bold.” you’re not going to hand out exceptions to the new guy, no matter how intimidating he tries to be, you lost respect for soldier boy as soon as he made a pass at you and called you a slut in the same breath. you’re not afraid of him, you largely try to ignore him if you can afford it, even while you’re being used as a lure to get him to do what the boys want him to do.

it’s that lack of fear that plays you right into his hands. he’s expressed to the room how he thinks “she’s just some bitch that walks all over you pussies,” and “if you’d just have the balls to put her in her place she wouldn’t be such a fuckin’ problem.” it’s said as advice, but he really doesn’t give a fuck how you treat people, as long as you don’t send it his way. now he’s got it in his head that it’s his job to knock you down a couple pegs. so when you refuse to look him in the eye for the umpteenth time, nails clacking on the touch screen pad to monitor data points, you toss some little line at him. it’s some reasonless jab that you don’t even fully register is coming out of your mouth, “why don’t you mind your business, old man?” and after a day of taking cracks at him, making him feel like he’s wasting his time here, telling him his freedom is a courtesy—he’s done.

callused and rough fingers claw into your jaw, scraping your buccal against your molars. your eyes fly open, wide and confused as an ache sets in your cheeks pushed together. your lips pout out involuntarily, and your head is forcibly pivoted towards the towering figure to your side as he snatches you. it happens so fast, you don’t even fight it, gulping as you’re bullied right into submission. “listen, little princess,” he spits the word, and you peer up at him with curious batting lashes. his square chin juts, speaking through his teeth as he stared down at you like you’re scum, yet his tone is surprisingly level. it’s cold, low, and threatening. “i’ve had it with your shit. so get smart, or i’ll show you who’s boss. you got that?” while in his vice-like hold, you nod dumbly the best you can, having been corralled into a sub-space, you’d be embarrassed if you were self aware of how your puppy dog eyes beg up at him for a second chance. he jostles you with a jolt of his forearm, and your neck gets whiplash, “i wanna hear you say it.” suddenly you see how big he really is, how his eyes are green.

“uh-huh.” you reply, your brows upturning as you give him a watery gaze. even if it’s fucking pathetic, he doesn’t push it. at least there was something coming out of your mouth besides mindless bitching. he lets his lesson sink in, and he releases you with a jerk, making you sway back with a proper sting in your face.

you rub it cautiously while his heavy boots thunder against the floor taking his exit. a little sheepish, mostly humiliated, you look around the room to the shocked audience, and butcher takes a deep swig from his flask with a scoff.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[dollfacefantasy]

I saw you made a bimbo x toji and I started to wonder how DI or ID Leon would work out so if you have the time and want to do it would you make a short story or a headcannon?

hii so just to clarify i didn't write that bimbo reader x toji fic, that was just something i reblogged from another writer cause i liked it.

and i only really like bimbo reader in like a smut context (so basically an extension of dumbification lol) so that's what i'm gonna do <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon has no problem pulling you into his lap. his lips land on your neck first, kissing down your throat to the spot that makes your breath hitch without fail. his hands slide over your curves, teasing your body beneath those tight, pretty pink clothes you always wear.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon is quick to rip said clothes from your body. he savors your whines and weak protests telling him that this top was your favorite or that they don't sell that skirt anymore so be gentle. but he drops them to the floor all the same. he's even more obsessed with the delicate baby pink panties you wear and the lacy bra that matches.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon can't stop himself from teasing you. as soon as he gets your bra off, he's all over your tits. he's squeezing them, kissing them, sucking little marks onto them. "think these things are bigger than your brain, babydoll," he murmurs. he can't stifle the laugh that comes out of him when you kick your heel into his calve and huff "that's mean."

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon always over apologizes, his insincerity clear in his tone. "you're right, my smart girl," he coos as he lays you down on the surface of whatever you two are making out on. "but you know, you don't have to think when daddy's around to do it for you," he says as his hand slides between your legs and rubs your clit through the sticky fabric guarding it.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon's other hand rises to your face. his thumb brushes over your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. he feels his dick wake up as you suck on the digit like it's instinct, letting it pacify any of your prior protests. your soft tongue presses against the pad, and he can already hear a little moan in the back of your mouth. "that's right. that's what that little mouth is best at," he murmurs.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon plays with your pussy till you're a squirmy, needy mess under him. only when your brain is already all mushy will he slide those panties down your legs, planting a kiss on your ankle before discarding them with the other clothes. he slides his thumb out from your mouth too, rubbing some saliva down over your chin. the cute little strands of drool make you all the more endearing to him.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon watches your eyes when he pulls his cock out, that glassy-eyed stare you get when he's got you like this. he speaks to you like every word is a challenge to understand. "is that what you want, baby?" he croons, slapping his hard shaft down on your tummy, a preview of how it will fit. you give a weak little nod and he continues, "yeah? you want a treat, princess? want daddy nice and deep in that cute cunt?"

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon doesn't make you wait too long before he buries himself nice and deep in your tight pussy. he grips your hips, not that you ever try to run when you're like this. he listens for all your nonsensical little babbles, humming along with "mhm" and "is that right?" he angles his hips to make you squeal and lifts his hands to the back of your kneecaps to get you folded in half so he can rail you even deeper. "my dumb little girl. so good for me even when i've fucked your brain out," he coos while pounding into you.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon thinks his favorite part of the whole thing is the big, dopey smile that takes over your features. the way you giggle out moans. your limbs bounce around with his movement as you've gone limp. he knows for certain that there's not a thing going on in that head right now. in this moment, he's your whole world. "you havin' fun, pretty girl?" he grunts, and the answer is always "yeah, daddy" followed by laughter.

when you wanna turn your brain off, leon ALWAYS gives you a creampie. he shoots his load as deep as he can, making sure you get that warm, gooey feeling in your belly. he rocks his hips a few more times to get a good look at the messy sight of your connection, the mixture of the two of you that coats the base of his cock. you always whine and kick your legs from the light overstimulation. he hushes you with a kiss on the forehead and promises to clean you up. he just wants to enjoy this a little more. having a fresh supply of cum fucked into you always keeps that pretty little head nice and empty for a few hours.

[gauricmi]

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[babywriter]

“I’ve always had this fantasy about being a baby.” said Melissa to her boyfriend. In the darkness of their bedroom, the couple were having an intimate conversation about their deepest and most hidden sexual desires. She had started it. She had asked him, but he had no good answer to provide. He had no repressed urge or weird kinky fantasies. But he was smart enough to understand that if Melissa was asking this question, there must be some reason behind it. And, when he asked her what she fantasized about, it all came out.

Melissa’s cheeks burned as she explained her kink. Luckily, it was too dark to see how flustered she was getting. In her dream world, she would be thickly diapered 24/7 and treated as a one-year-old by her loving boyfriend. To her surprise, he quickly took to the idea. She had hoped that he would, expected some participation perhaps after some time and more explaining, but not this kind of enthusiasm. But his only thought was “if this will make her happy then I’m going to happily do it.” Maybe they were too tired to think straight, but by the time they went to sleep, they had agreed to try out the lifestyle. 

Melissa’s boyfriend actually loved caring for her. Sure, it was difficult sometimes. But it all felt so meaningful to take of her and make her happy. To change her diapers and make her giggle when tickling her feet. And Melissa, sensing how happy her boyfriend felt in this situation and how this was exactly what she had dreamed about, guilted herself into continuing. She was happy, but did kinda miss her old life. She thought about telling her boyfriend that maybe they could stop now. It was hard to feel sexy while playing on the ground in a thick diaper and sucking a pacifier. But every time the thought of stopping came into her head, she would use her diaper and feel far too babyish to ever pretend to be a big girl.

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[cheezritsu]

Reo Mikage is looking down at you. He has a smile meant to be charming, a smile that belongs to a prince, and it’s aimed at you. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“Yes?” You say, presumptuously. The charming smile doesn’t falter.

“I didn’t know I needed something just to talk to you. Is there a line? Do I need a number?” He looks around facetiously but still good natured. Like you’re in on the joke. Like you’re friends.

Reo Mikage is in your class. He’s rich—stupid, filthy rich, so he can afford to be smart. You cannot afford to be dumb. Funny how that works. You doubt this has ever occurred to him.

What has probably also not occurred to Reo Mikage is that he is the last person who should approaching you. There’s eyes peering around every corner at the once secluded interaction. Girls whispering in gaggles, boys who climbed over each other on the picnic benches, even the people that Reo left behind at his lunch table have now circled behind him, watching as he shone his benevolent smile down upon you, a lowly commoner of Hakuho high.

They’re not entranced because it’s Reo, they’re entranced because it’s you. There are two universally known facts about you: one, you hate rich people and two, you hate boys.

And now, in the goddamn quad in broad daylight the living, breathing center of that cursed venn diagram decided to speak to you like you were friends.

“Bro, what?”

Oh, did you say that out loud? Laughter echoes through the quad. His smile does slip now, wavering as it pulls down into uncertainty. His brow furrows.

“I’m sorry?”

“What do you need?”

“Like I said,” his tone isn’t as sweet now. It’s kinda nice that he’s dropping the prince act a little. “Does someone need a reason to just talk to you?”

“I think everyone does? People don’t really just talk to hear themselves talk. Well,” you give him a judgemental once over. “You actually might.”

A ripple of shock takes the makeshift audience. Reo’s face creases even further, annoyance settling in the cracks of his once perfect visage.

You have no trouble admitting that; Reo has hair and eyes like the pansies the school still has planted in the front gates. His tresses look petal soft, too, and his hands are probably the same way. Smooth from knowing nothing of hard work. Long lashes like boys are blessed to have, lips people want smiling in their direction or saying their name. That’s the problem with Reo Mikage; he’s like the boys in the books you read cover to cover. Perfect and pretty, with no use in the outside world. No use in your world, where you live. You could confidently and stupidly use frilly language to describe him because he was as good as fiction to you.

But, you could admit this frustrated flesh and blood expression did wonders on your brain.

“You’re awfully judgmental.”

Your eyes fall the to words below you. “That tends to happen when you’re judged in the first place.”

This is the moment it happens. Something flickers across your face and Reo, who is making your space his business, sees it. A deep, deep anxiety. Sadness he can’t measure.

You snap your book closed, and it releases you both from that moment. You look up again with ferocity. “What do you want, Reo Mikage?”

He doesn’t even know. His friends behind him are snickering at his failure, a failure you’re aware of but shouldn’t be. Can’t be. You’re weren’t even close to ear shot. He was supposed to come over here and charm you, to pacify you as a way to pacify his own boredom, and that just didn’t happen.

Your defiant eyes travel around the quad at the onlookers who know that Reo Mikage was struck speechless by some no name girl in their class and something stutters in his chest.

He’s proud? Yeah, he’s proud of you. He knew you were quiet and generally avoidant, so to hear you spit back words at him made him giddy.

Finally, someone has guts.

The bell chimes and there’s a palpable disappointment. You keep staring him down, waiting for him to move. Reo straightens up, scratching the back of his head.

“Guess we better head in, huh?”

“I guess you should.”

The way you get up is strangely animated to him. You jump up into a crouch, then straighten your legs until you reach your full height. He’s still taller, but you feel bigger. Like you take up more space than him.

You walk right by him. You tense when you’re shoulder to shoulder, and stay that way as you disappear into the building.

“What a bitch,” one of his buddies mumbles, the snickers bouncing around his little group like an echo. Reo turns his head sharply.

Takahashi’s eyes are wide like saucers as an actual glare is pointed at him. “And why would you say that?”

“Uh,” he stutters. “B-because she was rude?”

“So that makes her a bitch?”

“Yes?”

Reo scoffs. “And men who call women bitches for no reason, what do you call them?”

There’s a terse silence that befalls the group as Reo marches back into class. They don’t follow. Instead of an army of footsteps, all Reo can hear is his solitary shoes clicking further away from the scene.

Only stragglers are left in the hallways. Sometimes when he’s walking to the football club after class duties, it’s this quiet around the school, but he’s never really noticed. He’s always too busy talking to someone, or on the phone, or humming contentedly with daydreams in his head.

The black and white color scheme is so sterile. Trophies line this hallway, along with staff photos and class reps for this school year. Class 1-4’s reps were a pair of honor students, a boy and a girl who nearly had the same bangs. They smiled prettily back at Reo as he stepped closer to inspect the bulletin board.

He barely knew their names. He had been chosen as class rep, but declined because of football. Not enough time, couldn’t rise to the occasion like he should have. “Mikages don’t half ass anything. They excel at everything.”

Reo hadn’t even run as rep. Didn’t even raise his hand before everyone decided it should be him. He remembered the count being near unanimous on the boys side. Save for two votes.

One was the guy who ended up being rep. Reo cocks his head at the photo: Tadashi Morimoto. He has a flipoy middle part like Reo, but with more texture. Brown hair and eyes. Handsome, but typically so. A good rep.

You were the other vote against him.

Reo puffs out his chest. Perhaps you are judgemental, but the good kind. Maybe he should trust you, because your judgments prove right. Maybe Reo could learn from you.

He thinks he already has.

[devochive]

Punishment.

caine x f!reader fic.

tags: established relationships, dom / sub undertones, anal sex (w minimal prep) , blow jobs, exhibitionism, dub con(?)

That asshole Gangle couldn't keep her mouth shut.

You hated referring to her in such a manner, but ever since Zooble gave her that damn mask, she's been on a managing rampage.

Punishment? Seriously?

You had enough tension with the ringmaster as it is.. Even though he runs the place as if it never even happened.

Which in turn made you act the same, you wouldn't give him that type of power over you. Not while you're stuck with him for eternity.

SNAP.

The swift friction between Caine's fingers sent you teleporting, although it felt more like flying into his office, you landed on your butt right in front of his desk.

"Ouch.. so this is upper management?" You took a moment to look around, purposely ignoring Caine. "Looks tacky."

"Tsk, tsk! That smart mouth of yours is exactly what landed you here in the first place, you know!" He spoke excitedly, expressing himself with his body language like usual.

You blinked, and Caine was floating above you now, looking down at you with an oddly sinister twinkle in his eye.

"So what? You want me to slave away in that stupid fast food restaurant like an idiot as if—" Your words caught in your throat as the ringmaster pressed his cane beneath your chin. The cool texture made you shiver as he trailed it down and along your throat.

You swallowed.

"Exactly, yes! But, according to gangle you were a very rude employee, ....I thought more of you dear!"

"T.. Those customers were acting crazy, I–I mean one of them had cereal in line! Who does that!?" You sputtered as he continued to stroke your skin with the end of his cane. Using it to tilt your head from side to side as if to inspect you.

"Mmhm, buuuut the customer is always right, or have you forgotten such a simple thing? And to think you used to be so obedient, ha!"

He smoothly added that last bit in, causing your cheeks to heat up. You swallowed, and before you could say another word, you were teleported again, not even able to register the sound of his snapping fingers.

It was disorienting. To say the least.

"Would you stop doing th— ouch!" Your head collided against the wooden desk above you. Only when the pain seemed to ease up did you finally realize he transported you to the cramped space beneath his desk.

You had half a mind to crawl out but had a feeling he would— and he plopped down directly in front of you.

Purposely man spreading. Of course.

You huffed offended, wasn't this supposed to be some type of punishment anyway!?

"Caine, if you think I'm giving you a damn blow job after all this time—!" You remarked in a mocking tone.

"Ah, ah, ah! Stay quiet dear. We'll have company soon!" He said followed by a light chuckle, but you were trying to push past his legs.

He used his leg to push you back with ease, "Oh my, perhaps I should pacify you, how would you like that, my dear?"

"What? Are you insane?" The words escaped your gritted teeth. Despite your words your heart was racing in your chest. He was so nonchalant about all this. It was pissing you off.

"Come now." His voice was oddly calm, and he undid his zipper. His semi hard shaft was pulled from his black slacks.

The pervert.

"This will shut you up won't it? Just like old times!"

You averted your gaze immediately, scooting back beneath the desk as far as you could, "C.. Caine, this.. isn't—"

"Isn't ….what? Oh, perhaps you'd rather have our guest watch you do it out in the open? I can arrange for that!"

"N.. No..!" You jerked and bumped your head again, and just then you heard footsteps in the hall. Man these walls were thin.

"I see, then perhaps you're doing this on purpose, are you trying to make me upset [y/n]?" He scooted back, just enough to give you one of those soulless stares.

One you're oh too familiar with, it triggered something within you. Causing the words to carelessly tumble from your lips.

"N.. No sir.." Instinctively the words came out and you regretted it immediately.

Fortunately, before Caine could comment on it and torture you further, the door opened,

"Ah! Gangle, perfect timing! Take a seat here!"

“Caine.. Were you talking to someone..?” Gangle inquired, taking a look around the office, but it only contained the two of them.

“Oh you know, just phone calls! Busy busy at the workplace!”

He exclaimed, his other hand dipped below the desk and started stroking his cock a few times before curling his index finger inwards, beckoning you over.

Fuck.

You crawled closer towards him, reluctantly.. excitedly? Damn it. how did he flip this entire situation on its head within mere minutes.

Your thoughts began to fog, you could smell his arousal and finally gave in.. planting kisses at his member, before licking a long stripe along his twitching cock until your lips met his tip.

Caine shivered, "Bbbrrr did it suddenly get cold in here!?" He tried to play it off and Gangle just blinked.

"Ah.. no, what I was saying about [y/n] their behavior is beyond disrespectful!" Gangle rambled on , but her voice was garbled in your head.

You'd already taken him further into your mouth, inch after inch. It wasn't until he was fully sheathed in your warm throat did you start to move. Careful not to be too loud.

Caine scoots closer, causing his tip to bump at the back of your throat. You tried to pull back before you gagged but as if predicting you would, the ringmaster grabbed the back of your head and held you in place. Rocking his hips and grinding against your throat.

“Mmph, mnngh-” You tapped at his thigh, struggling to keep up with him and stay quiet.

Damn him.

The ramblings of Gangle were long forgotten by now, even Caine was struggling to maintain the conversation.

He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, maybe it was the way you were drooling on his cock. Or how you tightened around him everytime you gagged. But he was at his limit already, “G-Gangle, I’ve heard quite enough and I’ll deal with this at once now run along!” He quickly dismissed the bundle of ribbons and she did not think to question him or his odd behavior. He’s always odd.

The door shut and Caine pulled out of your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. “St-Stay still dear,” He panted and took hold of your chin while he stroked his cock a few times before ropes of cum spurted from his tip and all over your face.

“Ah.. I must've missed your mouth more than I thought, ..you wrung me out like a wet towel!” He laughed.

“Y..you’re a pervert..” The words don’t hold much weight as you lick your lips, tasting his cum on your tongue and poorly wiping the rest off.

“Is that so?” He gripped you under your arms and lifted you onto the desk, “Fortunately!” He snapped, and your clothes disappeared. You tried to cover yourself but Caine already had you sprawled out on his desk, looking in between your legs, a pool of your own arousal was rapidly forming. “So are you.”

“D.. Don’t look, fuck.. You asshole!” You whined, more embarrassed now than upset.

“Leaking like a fountain..” His gaze was intense, even though you were naked you felt as if he were gazing directly into your soul.

“Oh! And don't think I forgot about you calling me sir, earlier.” He added, snapping you out of your little daze.

Unexpectedly an unseen force, or energy..? Pinned you down on the desk, while Caine used his limbs for other matters.. another one of Caine's tricks, you guessed.

You grunted and struggled, you weren't sure why.. your body was so hot. Needy. You needed to be relieved but you were still so mad at him.

“I.. I didn't expect you to remember.. wouldn't be the first timEE— Ah!” You squealed as he tugged you to the edge of the desk, he rubbed his tip against your leaking hole.

“Oh please! How could I forget about my ever so obedient [y/n]!” He prodded against your cunt, and you whimpered instinctively grinding your hips against him.

If Caine could smirk he would, but he just stared down at you, his large tongue briefly rubbing along his teeth.

“Which is why I'm sorry I have to teach you a lesson today! This is punishment, remember?” He dragged his thick tip from your weeping hole down to your ass, poking against the tight entrance teasingly.

“W.. Wha— Caine!” You exclaimed and wiggled , but that unseen force kept you in place. “I.. haven't.. not there..!”

“Oh, sweetheart.. I know that's why I'll guide you!~” He laughed and ran his gloved hand up your body, cupping your breast and gently massaging them.

“Mmh..” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed at how easily you were giving into this. At how good it felt.

“Keep looking away and you'll miss the main event dear!” He pressed against your tight hole again to garner your attention and it was successful.

You couldn't help but glance down at his shaft, twitching needily even after the sloppy blow job.

“J.. Just be gentle..” You sounded so pathetic, but what more could you do?

“Breathe darling,” It was meant to be soothing but it sounded more like a warning, he shifted towards your cunt again. Lathering his cock in your natural lube before pressing against your asshole.

You yelped as he started to sink into the restricting entrance, luckily your natural lube and arousal made it an easier task than you would have thought possible.

“Caine..” You whined.

The ringmaster had to control himself, you looked so cute and vulnerable beneath him. The code embedded in him seemed like it was glitching, failing.

“It's ..fine, dear.. I've always taken care of you, haven't I? Y.. You can take it!” He thrusted hard following his last words, and you shrieked.

“S.. So deep— ah… caine..!” You squirmed, as he thrusted into your tight hole, unable to hide your pleasure any longer.. you felt so pathetic, getting off to him using your ass.

Caine grunted and hooked one of his hands beneath your knees, the other slipped between your legs and gently rubbed circles along the sensitive bud decorating your dripping cunt.

“S.. so good for me, just like old.. times!” He grunted, struggling to keep his composure.

“Going to fill .. you! My dear!” He exclaimed, his pace only quickening. You felt the air being knocked from your lungs, the weight behind his thrusts was too much to bear.

“F.. Fuck caine.. im.. please..!” You were reduced to a teary eyed whining mess, cunt dripping down your thighs as your ass sucked him in desperately.

“S.. So much for punishment, [y/n] .. ! Ha it would seem you're a little anal slut as well! Now take it..!” The ringmaster practically declared, thrusting hard one final time into your ass.

His words sent you over the edge, your legs twitched and hips bucked as you clenched around nothing. “Nngh..!”

Dazed.. and tired, you felt the warm sensation of his cum filling your tight hole, you could hardly move. Your limbs only twitched in response.

“Phew.. well, that was my workout for the day!”

Caine exclaimed happily. “Well then. I hope you learned your lesson.”

[thesnackthatsmilesbacck]

“On… a scale of… on… one to ten,” he said, blinking slowly, words dripping out of his mouth like honey sliding down the side of a jar, “how bad of a… idea would it be if we got married?”

I blinked once.

Twice.

There was a full beat of silence where the words just sat in the air between us, suspended like dust motes in sunlight. Then I laughed. Not because it was funny—okay, it was funny—but also because if I didn’t laugh, I might have started crying instead.

Katsuki Bakugou, my husband—technically, yes, already my husband—was flat on his back in a hospital bed, post-surgery, doped up on something strong enough to pacify a dragon. He’d wrecked his arm in the war. Not in some noble, cinematic, slow-motion kind of way. More like: there was a scream, an explosion, and then his arm was no longer behaving like an arm. Just… meat. Bruised and bloodied and dangling like it wasn’t sure it wanted to be part of him anymore.

They fixed it—mostly. New tech, new hope, new promises. They opened him up and did something that was either medical or miraculous or both. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know which.

But the anesthesia? That was the real show.

“A horrible idea,” I said solemnly, placing a hand over my heart like I was pledging allegiance to the worst version of our future. “Absolutely catastrophic. God-tier mistake.”

He looked at me like I’d ripped the moon out of the sky and stomped on it with my shoe.

“But… I like you,” he said, pouting in that half-conscious, half-pathetic way that would’ve been embarrassing if he were even remotely sober. His lips were dry. Eyes a little glassy. Pupils like blown-out balloons.

And I felt it then—that sickening swell in my chest. Like love, maybe. Or panic. Or maybe they’re the same thing, just with different names depending on the lighting.

“I like you too,” I whispered, because anything louder might shatter the weird, trembling stillness of this moment.

There was a machine beeping softly behind us, counting his heartbeats one by one. Each tone felt like a footstep closer to something I couldn’t see. Something we hadn’t talked about yet. The thing that comes after the war. After survival. After the part where everyone expects you to be okay because you're not bleeding anymore.

Bakugou blinked slowly again. “You married me,” he said, frowning like he was trying to do the math on something that didn’t add up anymore. As if he was trying to remember things in his loopy head. “Wait… did you?”

“I did,” I said. “You insisted. You said you wanted to sign the papers before surgery so if you died, I’d get your pension.”

He nodded seriously. “Smart.”

I swallowed a laugh and looked down at our hands—mine curled around his like a prayer I hadn’t decided how to say yet. His skin was warm. Clammy. Real.

Sometimes I wonder if loving someone like him is a kind of delusion. Like believing in ghosts, or in your own goodness. Something you do because not doing it feels worse. Because the alternative is emptier.

“I think,” he murmured, eyes fluttering, “we should get married again. Better wedding. With cake.”

“You’re high,” I said.

“But romantic.”

“You cried because they made you wear the hospital gown.”

“Still valid.”

I leaned in, brushing hair off his forehead, trying not to fall into the part of me that always wanted to memorize him—his scars, his softness, the sharp edges no one else seemed to survive. I wanted to say something permanent. Something that didn’t feel like a half-stitched seam.

Instead, I said, “If you forget any of this when you wake up, I’m telling everyone you proposed to me under anesthesia while drooling.”

His eyes closed, lips twitching. “Still counts…”

And for a moment, everything was still. Just the beeping. The warmth of his fingers. The dull ache of almost losing him folded up into the hospital sheets like a secret I hadn’t told anyone yet.

Maybe love is a horrible idea.

But maybe it’s the only one that makes any sense.

[sturniololuvz]

can you do a sister fic where she is 4 and still likes binkys/pacifiers and the boys are trying to wean her off of them? like they try to distract her after they take it but it never works

aww so cute !!! i’m still on my way home but i’m going to try ! i’ll even stay up tonight to get all the fics out!! love yall

“Nunu No More?”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none

Four-year-old Y/N sat on the couch, happily sucking on her beloved pacifier—her nunu, as she called it. It was pink with little stars on it, her absolute favorite. She never went anywhere without it, and her big brothers, Matt, Chris, and Nick Sturniolo, were on a mission: Operation Nunu No More.

“Alright, guys, we have to do this carefully,” Matt whispered as he, Chris, and Nick huddled in the kitchen.

“Yeah, last time we tried to take it, she screamed for like an hour,” Chris reminded them.

Nick nodded. “Okay, this time, we distract her so she doesn’t notice.”

With their plan set, they walked into the living room, wearing big smiles.

“Hey, Y/N!” Matt said in an overly cheerful voice. “Wanna play hide and seek?”

Y/N pulled her nunu out for a second. “Hmm… maybe,” she said before popping it back in her mouth.

“Okay, okay, but what if…” Chris quickly snatched the pacifier out of her mouth and tossed it behind the couch. “Oops! Where’d it go?”

Y/N blinked at him for a second, then slowly turned to look at Nick. “Chris took my nunu,” she said, her voice calm.

Nick held his breath. “Uh—uh, no, no, he—he just—look! We got you ice cream!” He quickly handed her a bowl.

Y/N looked at the ice cream, then back at her brothers. Without hesitation, she stood up, walked over to the couch, and fished her nunu right back out. Then, as if nothing had happened, she sat back down and popped it into her mouth.

The triplets groaned.

“Bro, how is she so smart?” Chris whined.

“Okay, okay, let’s try something else,” Matt whispered.

The second attempt was even more planned out. This time, they turned on Y/N’s favorite movie, Frozen, and right when she started singing along, Nick sneakily swapped her nunu with a stuffed animal.

For a few seconds, it seemed like it worked.

But then—

“WHERE. IS. MY. NUNU?!”

Y/N’s little face scrunched up, and her brothers panicked.

“Uh—uh, Chris did it!” Matt blurted.

Chris’s eyes went wide. “BRO?!”

But before Y/N could throw a full tantrum, Nick quickly gave her back the nunu. Instantly, she calmed down, hugging her stuffed animal with one hand while keeping the pacifier in her mouth.

Matt sighed in defeat. “I give up.”

Chris slumped onto the couch. “Yeah, me too.”

Nick shook his head. “You win, Y/N. You win.”

Y/N simply smiled around her nunu. “I know.”

[sapphire-scarletta-wol]

I just had this thought awhile ago and now I am curious to see what y'all would think.

Imagine a scenario where they have to fight the Wol with all their strength,maybe the Wol got possessed(again),lost control,or whatever final fantasy shenanigans would happen,which of them would have the best chance of defeating the Wol?

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Edit: I forgot editing posts exist so imma just put this in here too

So I didn't expect this to blow up this BIG

But thank you to all the interactions even if it's just a poll,it's been fun reading all the tags and such!

I just want to give a little update thought on this as the tags and reblogs gave great points on all sides.

Mostly I was thinking of a situation where the Wol does not need to be killed,rather just pacified or beaten up enough to make them return to their normal self.

I still think raha is the strongest and best candidate for this,he has the CT on his side,an all rounder,knows the Wol incredibly well,has 300+ years of experience,has matured a lot as the exarch,mayhaps even be an 8th rejoined shard,made time travel and world hopping basically possible,and a handful of other powerful tricks and spells on his sleeve.

In the case of a situation of killing the Wol,I believe raha would have a much harder time as of course he would never ever want to do that ever and would rather die first than think of that so either estinien or y'shtola is the better candidate.

The answer also changes depending on the specific Wol one has

( in my case,sapphire is a monk and a dark knight,but is incredibly dense as lyse.she would be too fast for y'shtola to properly finish her spells though she is a lot smarter and could easier use tactics to confuse her,estinien could hold his own against her but would be defeated nonetheless.even with nidhoggs power we have defeated him once so when it comes to pure strength,Wol beats him. Lastly comes raha,he is incredibly smart and just as versatile with 3 classes to keep in pace with her,combine that with his intellect and he can form a plan while defending himself long enough to either deal enough damage to her or bring her back to normal.that or prolly have someone else do the final blow.)

I would like to formally apologize to alphinaud as it took him 1k votes for someone to finally vote him,I did not mean to bully you 😞

[teacherdadda]

That daddy urge to just pick them up, sit them on my lap and play peekaboo "where is the little babyyyy?" 🙈 "there you are!!"

Then tickle them just to hear that cute baby's giggles 🥺

After that we can watch their shows so I can point and ask "oh who is this on baby? What's their name? Ohhh very well! So smart hehe" 🤭

But then I notice they getting sleepy and rubbing their eyes so I put the pacifier in their mouth and rest their head on my shoulder so they can take a little nap 😊

[xoxochb]

hi prue could i please request a grayson x reader (au where gray doesn’t drop out of harvard cuz my boy is too smart for that😔) where they’re dating (and have been for a while) and reader goes to yale and they meet up on weekends and it’s just straight up fluff. (also reader and grayson have been friends since they were kids)

if not that’s okay and have a good day💕

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“I missed your brooding.” you giggle and stand up on your tippy-toes, cupping grayson’s cheeks between your palms before pressing a big, wet kiss to his forehead.

his arms absentmindedly find your waist to steady you. “I don’t brood.”

“of course you do.” you peck his nose. “if it makes you feel better, I’ll love you even when you look like you wield shadows.”

“I don’t—” grayson sighs. “fine.”

you squeal and leave a lingering kiss to his lips before pulling your head back to simply resort to look at him. you had missed this face.

“we should drop out of college, then we could see each other alllll of the time!”

“I am not doing that.”

you fake pout dramatically. “so you hate me? that’s fine, grayson, I didn’t like you that much anyways.”

“sweetheart—”

“no.” you shake your head and place a finger over his mouth. “I understand.”

you remove your finger when he goes silent, refraining from talking like you had asked.

“thank you, grayson, I’m so happy the feelings are mutual. y’know, I always knew this ivy league life wasn’t meant for us— meeting on weekends, exceptionally long distance calls at midnight… it’s fine, we’re adults now, we need to embrace adulthood with open— mphm.”

your ramble is cut short (was it really short though?) by grayson’s eager lips. if you hadn’t longed for this all week you might have pulled away and scolded him for interrupting your speech.

but you had longed for this. like a baby to its pacifier or a dog to its bone. so you allow him for just this once to interrupt your speaking.

when he pulls away it takes everything in you not to whine. though you’re sure you’ll get far more than this later this evening anyways.

you brace your hands on grayson’s shoulders. “how have your classes been?”

“well enough to keep me in school. how have yours?”

you shrug nonchalantly. “good I suppose. but I’m just happy to see you.”

“well, you’re seeing me.”

you scowl. “your jokes aren’t funny. go back to no jokes. I miss no-jokes-grayson.”

“I’ve always been fond of jokes.”

‘jokes’ he calls them.

you nod and tighten your arms around his neck. “so you have.”

“you don’t believe me.”

“if you think you’re a jokester, then you are.”

grayson sighs and leans down to press a kiss against your nose. “thank you.”

“if it makes you happy, grayson hawthorne, then the pleasure is all mine.”

[gauricmi]

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