#mha remained unmatched

[ddelline]

anime twt rage bait dudes evidently so good at their assignments I’m reposting my own angry twt rant aimed (partly) at them

i.e., let’s hear it one more time for how cooked most average fandom spaces are becoming by reading abt me:

finally catching up on tybw cour 3 (genuinely a generational feat, chewing drywall it’s So Good)

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catching up on tybw discourse (never vacated an online space as promptly, also never wished to set myself & ye Average Anime Opinions twt blue check Guy on fire so intently)

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Prince!Katsuki Bakugo x Princess!Reader 🍋 - Redemablity

Summary: You are distraught to wed your new husband, the son of a neighboring kingdom who is known to be quite cruel, but is it possible that he may have redeemable qualities only presented when it's time to consummate your marriage?

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, porn with plot, angst, breeding, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, dom!bakugo, sub!reader, afab!reader

You drank your reflection in numbly, bright bridal eyes picking you apart. To the untrained gaze, you were the ideal image of youth and beauty- the fairest in the land, some would say. But your eyes were bloodshot and cradled by puffed lids. Wet lashes threatened to stain your cheeks with inky tears should you ever stop fanning the sorrow from your eyes. Pushing away from the vanity, you sighed, feeling weighted by dread, as if there were stones in the folds of your gown. You had little time to prepare and all weeping would do was waste it.

Your instructions were clear as day: dress down and await your husband's arrival while nestled modestly in bed, clad in your sleeping gown. You had been offered a chambermaid, and you adamantly refused her services, but in the end, your request for privacy was vetoed.

"Please step back, ma'am," A deep, yet still feminine voice croaked You did as she asked, stepping backward toward her as her nimble fingers began to unlace your corset. "If I may speak freely, your grace," She offered a small smile that went unseen as she loosened the strings. "His Majesty is blessed to wed such a radiant gem as yourself."

"Thank you, Asui," You swallowed dryly. You'd been referred to like this all your life, eventually being called beautiful lost it's charm.

"Please, ma'am, call me Tsu," She beamed cheerily, trying to melt the thick tension in the air as she finally was able to shimmy your bodice off.

Something about her friendly demeanor actually was able to soothe you some. Since you'd arrived in this kingdom, you'd only been met with fear, praise, or condescension. It was incredibly nice to have a single person who offered something resembling friendship. "Thank you, Tsu." You corrected with a small bow of the head. "Tell me, are the rumors about the people of this kingdom true?"

Tsu gave a knowing smile as she came to your front to untie your skirts. "Aye," She nodded. "The royal family of this kingdom are ruthless and unforgiving, that much is true. But," She digressed, letting your outer skirt fall to the floor, followed by the layer just beneath. "You'll find no safer castle to reside in. This is a fortress, guarded by the most valiant of kingsmen and the tactical prowess of their Majesties remains unmatched."

"You're saying this kingdom wins wars," You conclude, a tad more bitterly than intended. "I do not fancy myself a husband who is interested in war."

"Aye, ma'am, but that's what you've got." The chambermaid said matter of factly. "The Bakugo family are conquerers and the prince is no black sheep." She could see the unrest settling deeper into your face and she offered another reassuring smile as she began dismantling your crinoline. "If it brings you any solace, know that rumor has it Prince Katsuki picked you out himself. Out of a line of potential wives, he'd settle for no less than you specifically."

"That brings me nothing but dread," You laugh weakly. "Ruthless and obsessed do not make the perfect husband."

Tsu's shoulders slumped, seeing as she couldn't sway you into giving the young prince a chance. "I respect your opinion, my lady, but keep an open mind, perhaps. Making up your mind to live miserably now will not grant you any favors down the line..."

She was absolutely right and you knew it as you stepped out of the crinoline. "I will do my best." You relented slightly, letting her shimmy your bloomers down, along with your stockings. She nodded pleasantly to you now that you were undressed, her swampy eyes only protected from your form by a paper-thin linen sleeping gown. Offering you a hand, she led you over to the grand four-post bed, fitted with fine silks and soft furs- the most lavish bedding the castle had to over.

"Nestle in, my lady," She cooed, holding up the sheets while you tucked under them. "His Majesty will be with you shortly." You simply nodded with a longing look, as if begging her not to leave as she turned on her heels to go. "Send for me should you need anything."

"Thank you, Tsu..."

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You'd nearly drifted off when the door opened again, flooding candlelight into the otherwise dark room. The flame flickered against a stoic face, before being settled on a nearby table. You could hear the shifting of heavy fabrics and rustling in the middle of the room- your new husband stripping, no doubt. You stayed perfectly still, pretending to be asleep as he moved the candle to the bedside table and crawled under the covers with you.

"Wake up," Was all he said, shifting under the covers to loom over you. "Don't think sleeping through our wedding night will stop the consummation of this union." His words had come out as a threat but he hadn't intended them that way. Your eyes shot open at the warning and you nestled yourself deeper into the mattress. Katsuki could see your unease and he softened, but not enough for you to notice- you weren't looking for it. "Don't run from me," He said lowly, palms on either side of your head.

"Release me," You spat, scrunching your face in disdain as you pulled the covers up to your collarbone.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't take this well. "Being my wedding night, I am in an unusually good mood, so I'll give you an opportunity to recollect yourself and remember who it is that you're speaking to."

"I don't care who you are," You doubled down. "I will never willingly play this role you've forced upon me."

The venom in your voice took him back and he sat back on his calves, still between your knees. "A regretful circumstance, but I can assure you, though your willingness would be ideal," He sighed as if his cruel words carried little weight on his conscience. "It is not necessary."

"You would take me by force?" You shrieked, disgusted by the notion, attempting to shift away.

Vermillion eyes bore into you like a nail through splintering wood. "No," He finally answered, cold stare trained on you. "At least not in the way you expect." Katsuki repositioned himself, scooting closer to you. "You are required to produce my heir and to consummate this marriage tonight. That is all that's required of you and it will be done."

His mind made up, he loomed over you, taking the backs of your knees in his hands. "Know that I don't take any pleasure from this. Look away if you feel the need."

You took his advice, hiding your face in your shoulder, eyes squeezed tight, bracing for impact. Instead, you were only met with a warm and overwhelming pleasure. Gasping, you immediately shot up to investigate, finding those same eyes, burning into yours like the last embers of a bonfire. "Does this hurt?" He simply asked, calloused, slobbery thumb rubbing languid circles on your clit, never slowing or breaking eye contact.

All you could do was shake your head before letting it fall back into the pillows. "W-Why..." You croaked, confused as to why he'd pleasure you after threatening to take you despite protest.

"I don't want to hurt you," Katsuki confessed, again making a threat out of an honest statement. "That is to say, if you won't enjoy this, I want it to bring as little discomfort as possible."

You began to feel a bit silly for assuming he'd simply take you with no preparations or regard for your comfort. The gesture of trying to coax natural lubricant from your unwilling body was almost...sweet in some way. It was nearly enough to make you change your mind, but you held rocksteady in your convictions.

"I never have been a poet," Katsuki finally spoke again, lifting the hem of his sleeping gown to reveal himself already erect and weeping. He pumped lazily into his fist, milking pearlescence from his tip before smearing it as far as it would spread. "But I will admit when I am overcome and I am..." He paused, steely gaze tracing your ill-covered form.

The linen gown did you no favors when it came to modesty, draping over your every curve like a silk sheet. Your visage was reminiscent of Greek statues he'd studied in youth, full-figured ones chiseled with such skill that the marble they were made from looked sheer against the body. He could tell by the sight of you that you were healthy enough to survive childbirth dozens of times over as he primally kneaded the dough of your hips. Hips that were perfect for carrying the weight of an heir- many if he had his way. "And I am dreadfully overcome tonight."

"Overcome by...what exactly?" You dared to ask, peering up at him meekly.

"Need, desire, instinct," He answered, vermillion eyes never leaving your body. "I have waited years to have you in my bed, my lady." He confessed, jaw slack as he ate up your image. "Forgive me if I seem brash, I was never blessed with the gift of eloquent speech. That's why I searched for a wife like you, who could decipher my thoughts."

Katsuki's brows furrowed as he released a captive breath, stroking himself more intentionally. "I may be rough around the edges, but I will gladly lay down my life for the sake of redeemability in your eyes."

His stare was still stern, but there was a softness in it that you could no longer ignore. Try as you did to villainize the prince, you found yourself smitten with this sacred, saccharine side of him. You had often fantasized about marrying a stoic man who had a soft spot only for you as a young girl- could it be possible that this was your girlish dream come to fruition?

"Are you overcome by me, your grace?" You murmur, tucking your chin to your collarbone, voice dripping with more flirtation than you had intended.

"Aye," He breathed, still stroking himself lazily, a still thumb pressed against your clit. "Overcome and overwhelmed- direly." His desperate expression melted what little resolve you had left and you relented to the notion of enjoying your wedding night.

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"God," Katsuki rasped, caging you in his arms as he breached, not only consummating his union with you but exchanging his virginity for yours as well. "So much better than I could have ever dreamed..."

You couldn't help but feel shy at his words, only increased by the overwhelming sensation of the agonizing initial stretch. You squeezed your eyes tight, not daring to look at him for fear of catching him staring back. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes had screwed shut in bliss, muscles relaxing and giving way entirely as his head lulled backward, a mess of platinum locks resting against his trapezius.

Your husband continued to pray under his breath, pressing your knees closer to your shoulders, hardly resisting the need to let his hips sputter. It tempted him all the more the way your velvety hole squeezed him as your body struggled to adjust to the new presence, but he held steadfast and perfectly still. He promised himself he would until you begged him to move. That's what he expected at least.

However, despite how he imagined the act proceeding, your body reacted before your lips could part. A pitiful groan left his lips as you sucked him in, hips bucking up in a feeble attempt to take matters into your own hands. A few shallow rolls and an almost silent whimper were all it took and your suddenly sweet spouse snapped.

"Now you've gone and done it," He sighed, plunging into you at an already steady pace, unable to lift his head from how it rested backward as his hips snapped into yours. "W-Won't be able to stop now, no turning back."

You could almost forget the soreness if this could last forever. He perfectly stuffed you, his tip just kissing your cervix when he was fully sheathed, but still able to bully it if given any effort. You would have laid there forever, letting him fuck into you with all the brutality you expected him to carry before actually meeting him. If only he'd lasted beyond the first few thrusts.

Minutes after he began picking up pace, you felt his body lock up and his breath sucked into his throat as a gooey warmth spread through you. You stared up at him thinking surely you were mistaken but his expression showed his true colors.

Red splotches painted his cheeks, streaking across his nose and dripping down the shells of his ears. His brows were furrowed, for once not out of frustration, but in an almost pathetic scrunch, and his jaw hung slack, drool drizzled on his chin. There was no mistaking it, even to your untrained eye- this was the flushed face of a man who had just planted his first seed.

Before you could react, he breathed out a few words that made your heart swell. "M-My deepest apologies," He sighed, hips still spasming. In perfect honesty, you were a tad disappointed, thinking that he'd now surely pull out, leave you with a mess, and flop over, out like a light. Imagine your surprise when his hips snapped into yours again, pulling a low, pained growl from his throat. "I-I won't- hah-" Katsuki mutters through gritted teeth, giving you another sharp thrust, falling into a terribly slow, but brutal pattern. "I-I won't leave you unsatisfied, my treasure."

You never could have imagined your wedding night with 'The Merciless Son of Musutafu' to be so wonderful. You could see the discomfort in his face as he pushed beyond his own limits to ensure your needs were met. Every grunt and prayer that dripped off his kiss-bitten lips made you feel incredibly special, especially when the volume of what filled you increased.

Katsuki couldn't help but release a second time, milked by your tight heat, overstimulated past the point of even feeling climax anymore. Tears pricked his eyes as he drowned in the constant and endless build-up. You pitied him terribly, but not enough to allow him to stop, locking your legs around his waist as you selfishly chased your high. "Please, just a bit more," You pled, feeling the rutting of his hips slow, exhaustion over taking him. You raked your brain for an idea of how to spur him on until your finally remembered your purpose: to produce him a son.

"K-Keep going, darling," You purred, rolling your hips to meet his to make up for what he began to lack. "Forgive me for what I said, I'll be a good wife, just- ahh..." You trailed off in a moan, eyes rolling back as you crawled toward your summit. "I-I want to bare your heirs, as many as possible!"

Just like before, your words broke something in him and he became ultra-aware of the creamy fluid he'd blessed you with. His brows furrowed, this time paired with a determined gleam in his eye and a stern frown as he began to push his oversensitivity aside. He was going to conceive a child tonight, Hell or high water. He could only imagine rubbing your round belly as you greeted him home from another war won, a gaggle of blonde children surrounding you- the vision kept him going as he bullied that special spot, fucking his seed into you as deeply as possible.

You could no longer keep up with his bruising pace, unraveling almost as soon as he picked it up. You saw white as he continued to push you further through your climax, whispering sweet nothings pertaining to how wonderfully you'll fill the roles of wife, mother, and queen.

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You weren't certain when you'd drifted off, but you awoke to sunlight peaking through the windows of the chamber, the lark singing you good morning. It startled you at first- how tightly you were held against your new husband. He cradled you from behind, a peaceful expression on his sleeping face. It didn't take you long to recognize a foreign fullness inside you and your face reddened when you realized, that not only were you still full of his load, you were still connected to him. He must have stuffed back inside when we cuddled up to you, you decided.

Your shifting stirred him and he hummed, sanguine eyes fluttering open as he glanced up at you. He remained silent, though you could almost see the words on his tongue. Finally, he spoke with a lazy smile. "I didn't want anything to go to waste, I wanted to make sure it took."

Something about his words churned your stomach and you smiled, flexing your abdominal muscles to squeeze his growing morning erection. "If I weren't any wiser, I'd be inclined to believe you may have enjoyed our first night together." Katsuki teased softly, wrapping his battle-scarred arms around your plush middle, pulling you closer.

"You may be correct about that," You admitted with a playful laugh, letting him cuddle you like a stuffed toy, sighing as his hips rolled languidly into your backside. "I would hate to let this opportunity go to waste," You smirked, pushing your rear against his lap. "After all, if we are to produce an heir within the next year, we can't let a single chance to conceive slip by, now can we?"

"Aye, a wise idea, my sweet," He laughed dryly, arms tightening around you as his face nuzzled into your hair, "I want to start my family as soon as possible."

Hi guys, I'm so very sorry this took so long to come out! I've been terribly busy lately and I wanted this to be really good for you all! I want to give a special thanks to all my new followers, as well as the loyal few who have been with me all this time! We are now at 4.04K followers and counting, that's so crazy! When I started writing a decade ago, I never could have anticipated that I'd have so many people enjoying my little hobby, let alone so many within three years of joining Tumblr. You all truly are the best and I hope everyone enjoys this one! I love you all so much!