#brb rotting unbelievably hard on daddy!sho & reader with a [yikes] when [help i need to stop]

[bakubunny]

time to bother you-

forcing myself to be a big girl and type this off anon LMAO-

anywho, thinking about daddy shouta absolutely hating thumb sucking —- NOT because he’s against it, but because he doesn’t need you getting sick.

“germs.” is all he says now before plucking your thumb from your mouth.

….zashi giving him the obvious bright idea to just get you a binki, so he can make sure only clean things enter your lil mouth. gets a cute lil carrying case for it so he can bring it along with him when you both go out places.

this is self indulgent- uh oh

good gosh the way i’d stop thumb sucking so gd fast in public (i don’t but if i did, yk).

starr you’re onto something here

but ugh. i’d you’d complain so hard bc that means he wouldn’t want his hands in your mouth either (and his hands are way better 😵‍💫).

he pulled your hand out of your mouth while sitting at a stoplight. “germs, babygirl. stop that, or i’m getting your pacifier.”

heat prickled your cheeks. “i’m sorry?”

“you heard me. one more time, and i’m pulling out your pacifier,” shota repeated.

“y-you brought it with you? you don’t expect me to use that outside the car, do you? we’re in public,” you said.

“yes, i did. and if you keep arguing, you most certainly will. it’s nothing a little face mask can’t hide if you keep your mouth shut,” he replied.

your cheeks burned. it felt embarrassing enough when it was just the two of you and he replaced your hand with the silicone soother as opposed to you seeking it out.

shota continued as the light turned green. “the same applies if you bite your nails. i don’t need my little girl getting sick.”

a shiver hit your neck and your thighs pulled together. “yes, daddy.”

and you tried, you really did, at least when you were out of the house with him. because at home you could process your emotions about it privately. but just two days later on the way to the grocery store, you slipped and popped your thumb in your mouth. shota pulled the pastel adult pacifier out of his pocket almost immediately, kept clean with a plastic cover that popped on.

“don’t make me put it in for you, or you’ll like me even less when we get home. your face mask is in the glove box,” he said.

“but daddy, what if someone tries to talk to me or something?” you asked, more nervous than complaining.

“you squeeze my hand and suck on your pretty paci to your heart’s content,” shota replied. he met your eyes for a brief moment.

“let daddy handle grown up stuff. understood?”