More infantilizing bakugo 🥺 please! I beg you! Forcing a fussy reader (I don’t have a preference for gender, Amab if you need it though!) to eat baby food after they complained his cooking was too spicy, or putting them in more fitting clothes, whatever! Good luck with the requests!
This is what he'd hum
Bakugou has a nice voice.
Well, he has a nice voice when he's not yelling, or swearing, or shouting at you or whatever he's currently pissed at.
You only hear his nice voice at bedtime, when he holds you, all bundled up in your pajamas (horrible and cutesy) with a stuffed animal in his hand for you cuddle.
He hums for you, thick fingers scratching at your scalp, relaxing even if you hate it. You can feel the vibrations through his chest as he hums for you, hands wandering soothingly over your body, rubbing your back, shushing you to sleep.
The first time he had done this, crowding you against his body as he stretched out on the bed, you'd cried. Smacked your fists against his chest and threw a fit, panicking.
Bakugou had frowned, squeezing you tighter, and your breath caught in your chest. "Hey, shaddup 'n calm down, I ain't hurtin' ya."
When you continued to thrash, blubbering and flailing, the man had given you a little shake, eyebrows scrunching together. "Stop it, just cause yer tired doesn't mean you get to act like a fucking idiot. Go to sleep."
That's when he started humming, hand petting at your head as he tucked your head under his chin. He was surprisingly gentle, surprisingly patient as you tired yourself out with crying until you were barely sniffling, eyes heavy.
His hand felt so nice against your scalp, somehow relaxing despite the fear in your heart at being pressed so close to such a dangerous man.
You'd had such a terrible day, waking up to Bakugou picking out your clothes, forcing you into them like you were a toddler, having you hold your arm out to put on a shirt, pick each leg up to put on the cute little shorts he put you in.
Any fight that you put up was quickly extinguished after the second round of spankings Katsuki had delivered to your rear as punishment for acting out.
You let him feed you, spooning mushy food past your lips, wiping your chin with a napkin. Talking to you in a softer voice than you'd ever heard from him on interviews on TV.
It was tiring, holding your tongue and letting him baby you, Bakugou getting out coloring books for you, crayons too. He laid them out on the floor, dragged you over and plopped down beside you to force watch you color.
But at least he lets you sleep, head against his chest, hands pressing securely against your back and rubbing the muscles into relaxation. Humming you to sleep.
He waits until your breathing evens out, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to see the tension and fear drain from your face, until you're comfortable in his arms.
