Making sure his baby's okay
Diasuke sat there with you in his lap, gently petting your head and sucking on the pacifier you refused to take. Instead, you sucked and chewed on the sleeve of your uniform. You've been having a rather hard time leading up to this. Especially after the whole ship crash and Curly getting burnt to a crisp. And luckily, for some odd reason, the ship was packed with diapers, which you had been put in as of the mental breakdown and slip into littlespace. Luckily Anya knew how to put them on people, and was kind [and comfortable] enough to put one on you.
Diasuke hummed softly as he played with your hair and cooed at you, making sure you were happy and busy enough mentally to not have another breakdown and pull yourself into a much darker baby headspace. Your eyes occasionally flitting up to meet his as you continued to gnaw on your sleeve.
“Baba.” You muttered out quietly, earning a soft chuckle from Diasuke. His eyes shifting to meet your gaze, he takes the pacifier out of his mouth and moves to kiss your forehead and moves one hand to gently rub your cheek.
“You want your paci baby boy?” He cooed out happily as he wiped the pacifier off on his overshirt before offering it to you. Giving you an easy refusal if you didn't want it back
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