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Fanfic: Bakugou throwing insults shouldn’t be so hot

Fandom:My Hero Academia Ship: Izuku/Katsuki, Izuku/Katsuki/Denki Length: 21 070 words

Izuku just moved to a new city and is eager to meet the local BDSM scene. He meets Katsuki, self-proclaimed bratty sub. "Think you can tame me ?" asks Katsuki, his grin feral. Izuku can't wait to break him. Featuring: Katsuki being a brat, Denki being a good boy, and Izuku trying to be a confident dom despite looking small and cute and being full of anxiety. Also contains a casually trans-masc Katsuki and good BDSM etiquette.

Next Munch on Sunday 14th at 19:00 !

This time we will meet at the Mutineers Pub. The mezzanine upstairs is privately booked until 21:30. Please try to be here between 19:00 and 19:30 if you're new so I can welcome and brief you.

Friendly reminder that this is a munch, not a play party. Stay appropriate in your choice of dress; chat, not play; be respectful of other patrons of the pub. If you don't follow these rules you will be PERMANENTLY banned from all future events.

Is it your first munch ? Continue reading for some basic information.

A munch is an occasion to meet fellow kinksters : other people who might want to engage in BDSM and other varieties of non-vanilla sex. A munch typically happens in a pub or other semi-public location, and is a safe space to meet people and chat without any expectation of something happening right now. It's a place to grab a beer, say hello, meet new friends and talk about sex with strangers. If this sounds like your idea of fun, come join us!

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Izuku rereads one more time the address and name of the location, just to be sure, and raises his eyes. Yep, the pub in front of him is the Mutineers Pub. And it is... 19:23 ! He couldn't leave work earlier and was afraid of being late, but looks like he made it!

He walks inside, blinks away the slight darkness and tries to locate the "upstairs mezzanine" the announcement was talking about... Would it be okay to ask the barmen about it... ?

"The munch? It's upstairs, the stairs are over there by the restroom." "Thanks!"

By the restroom... ? Oh, yeah!

Izuku finds a tiny set of stairs almost invisible from the main area. A chain bars access, saying "Reserved until 21:30". Well, it's reserved for them, right? Feeling like a delinquent, Izuku walks over the chain and climbs the stairs.

The upstairs is a large-ish area, with couches around coffee tables. There's already a lot of people here, and he suddenly feels intimidated. He stays in place, unsure where to go, when a woman with long black hair stands up and waves to him.

"Hi! You're new, right?" "Yeah, it's my first time here..." he says hesitantly. "I thought so! Welcome!" she greets with a warm smile. "I'm Lady Momo, I host our group's munches most of the time. What's your name, or alias, or whatever you want to be called here ?" She produces from a satchel a roll of sticky labels and a black marker. "Izuku." "And your pronouns?" Izuku's eyes wander toward the woman's tank top, where a similar label says "Lady Momo, she/her" with what looks like a sticker of a peach emoji in the corner. "He him" "Okay," she says, sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she writes. When she's finished she peels the note from the roll and hands it to Izuku. "This is for you. Is it your first munch?"

Izuku puts a hand through his messy hair, weirdly embarrassed.

"Ah, no, I'm familiar. I just moved here so..." "I see! Welcome to our city then! If you're no beginner you can also add a role to your sticker if you want. You know, dom, sub, pet, rigger, whatever."

She hands him the marker. Izuku takes it with relief.

"Oh, yeah, that would be really helpful. They didn't do this, where I'm from. It's a good idea." "Makes it easier to find a partner!" Momo chirps happily. "But some people don't like to wear a label, so to speak. To each their own."

Izuku hastily adds dom to his nameplate and hands back the marker, before sticking it on his shirt. Momo stares at the label a short moment before taking back the marker, but it's enough to make Izuku slightly uncomfortable. He knows he doesn't look the part, okay? He's been told enough that he's "small" and "cute" and "would look good on my dick pretty boy". Urg.

"Alright, you're set then ! You're free to go and make friends. Or you can come sit at our table if you want, I'll introduce you!"

The thought of just choosing a table at random and sitting down right in the middle of a conversation makes Izuku a little green. He accepts the offer with a short nod.

That's how he finds himself sitting on the arm of a couch, after Lady Momo "gently" pushes someone off it to make place for him. The guy finds himself sitting on the floor, and Izuku apologises profusely.

"Don't worry man, this is where I belong," the guy says with a laugh. He has blond hair with a black streak and a sticker that says "Pikachu, he/him, masochist princess". "Stay appropriate," Lady Momo warns gently. "I'll be good," Pikachu answers, then sticks his tongue out as he makes himself comfortable against someone else's legs. "This is Izuku," Lady Momo introduces. "It's his first time here, so please be welcoming. If I see someone giving him a hard time, they'll be publicly whipped at the next play party." "Don't threaten me with a good time!" Pikachu laughs. "What brings you here Izuku?" a girl with pink skin and hair asks. Her sticker says "Queen Pinkie, she/her" Her eyes wander toward his sticker. "Looking for subs?" "Hum, I don't know... Just making friends for now, I think? I just moved here because of work, and I wanted to get a feel for the local community."

They chat amiably for quite a while. Progressively, Izuku relaxes. The group is casual, friendly, and so far no red flags appear.

The setting is so relaxed that Izuku almost jumps out of his seat when Pikachu grabs the ankle of someone passing by, a grin across his face, and said person jumps like he's been zapped by electricity. Which, Izuku guesses from Pikachu's alias, is probably his quirk. The man he attacked turns and yanks Pikachu right by his hair.

"What's that stupid face?! Want your ass kicked?" "Oh hi angry face. Dunno, you're up for it?" Pikachu sings-songs. "You asked for it shit stain."

The unknown man pulls on Pikachu's hair to expose his throat and closes his teeth on his neck. Judging by Pikachu's moan, it must hurt.

"No playing!" Momo reminds them sternly.

"He started it," the stranger says with a shrug, releasing Pikachu who falls like a sack of potatoes. Then, his eyes stop on Izuku. "Who are you?"

Izuku is momentarily startled by his intense red stare. His hair, ashen blond, is spiked with way too much gel, but it sort of suits him. And damn. That tank top leaves nothing to the imagination. Izuku wouldn't mind licking those abs and biting those biceps. His label says "Lord Explodo-death"... The alias makes Izuku pause... "he/him, brattiest brat"

"H-hi, I'm Izuku, it's my first time here. Nice to meet you... Lord Explo..." "That's not my name!" he interrupts. Several people start to snicker, including Pikachu, and the guy knocks on their heads. "He lost a bet and had to let us write his label!" Pikachu explains. Momo sighs. "It's all fun and games until people actually need these labels. They have a function you know, besides amusing yourself." "Yeah, ignore the dumbass. I'm Katsuki." "Nice to meet you... Is the 'brattiest brat' also part of the joke or... ?" "Nah, that one's accurate." Katsuki's eyes land on Izuku's label, and a smirk appears on his face. "Think you can handle me, tiny?" "Uh, well, uh..." This smirk is way too attractive to be allowed. How do words work again? "I dunno, would you want to?" Katsuki laughs. "You're cute."

Cute.

He bites his lips and forces a smile.

"I'm going to take it as a compliment." "It was. I like cute guys. You don't like being called that?" As he talks, he grabs a stool and sits right next to Izuku. It takes him a great effort to not use the proximity to ogle the nipples perking under the tank top. "I usually get called that by old guys who want to fuck me so..." "Urg, curse of the twinks." Pikachu groans.

Katsuki makes a face like he knows exactly the feeling, even though he doesn't have the twink physique at all with all those delicious muscles.

"Sorry about that." "Oh my god Katsuki. Did you just apologize to someone who didn't spend an hour hitting you first?" the pink girl gasps. "Fuck you pinkie." "That sounds more like you!" "Die!"

They all laugh like Katsuki just told a great joke. Izuku relaxes a bit, getting a bit into the mood.

"Do you always start the conversation by insulting people?" "Did you miss the 'brat' on my shirt dumbass?" "Be nice, Katsuki," Momo warns. "It's one thing with friends, it's another with strangers who didn't do anything to you." "No no, it's alright," Izuku reassures. "Ha, you liked being called a dumbass? Got a masochist streak?" "Well," Izuku answers in what he hopes is a convincing seducing voice. "I heard something about people who would be mean to me being whipped. I wouldn't mind doing the whipping." Katsuki's grin grows feral. "Think you can tame me?" "Think you want to find out?" "Wow, Izuku," Pinkie comments. "You've been here for five minutes and you've already snatched someone. Leave some for the rest of us!"

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Fanfic: To Love a Prince

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: Harry/Draco Length: 75 000 words

AU. Harry doesn't know how to describe his relationship with his kinky not-quite-boyfriend. They're close, but at the same time, he doesn't know anything about his real life. That is, until his not-boyfriend reveals that he is Draco Malfoy, Prince of Great Britain, and he needs Harry's assistance in a magical ceremony. But being a Prince's boyfriend is not that easy. A story of love, life and difficult choices.

Featuring: D relationships, complicated families, adulting problems, Draco being a distinguished prince, and a few explicit scenes sprinkled on top. Excerpt below.

Pleased to meet you, your Highness.", Harry politely greets.

"Pleased to meet you?" the Queen interrogates, her penciled eyebrow slightly raised.

Damn, did he break some kind of protocol by saying that?

"Didn't you say that you two have known each other for years, Draco?"

Now it's Harry's turn to raise an eyebrow.

The Prince pinches the bridge of his nose.

"We do, just... Harry, let me..."

The Prince's magic is touching his. Harry recoils in reflex, but the magic follows him, and... he knows this magic. He knows this magic very well .

"Kitten?!"

The Prince groans while the Queen makes a delicate little chuckling sound.

"Mother, please."

"Pardon me," the Queen says with mirth in her eyes.

Draco sighs at her. Then turns toward Harry, and Harry recognises these mercurial eyes, this long bright hair, this crease between his eyebrows. His face is different, which is weird , but all of the rest of him is definitely Kitten.

Kitten is the Prince of Great Britain.

Harry has been fucking with the Prince of Great Britain.

"So... you got the letter," Kitten, no, Prince Draco , says.

Harry shakes himself from the oddness of seeing him with another face.

"Ah, yeah, just this morning actually. I was traveling. I'm sorry for looking a bit messy, since I saw the owl so late I didn't have much time to prepare."

"Yes, I'm not very surprised," the Prince says while looking at his clothes with this little sneer that means his noble sensibilities are bruised. And this is so him that if Harry had any doubt before that this was really Kitten in front of him, those doubts are immediately dissipated.

"That's what you get for not sending me an instant owl."

"I'm not summoning you to court by instant owl, you plebeian."

"Then you don't get to criticise how I look."

The Prince rolls his eyes.

"I don't know why I put up with you."

"Because..." Normally, that's the moment when he answers 'because you love my cock in your throat' or something similar, but he remembers just in time that they are having this conversation in front of the Queen for Merlin's sake. "Because you like... my... face?"

The Prince looks at him like he's the biggest imbecile he ever had the disgrace of meeting.

"Fighting like old friends I see," the Queen interrupts. "Good. For a second I feared you might not know each other as well as my son indicated. After all, he never told me a word about you."

"I can imagine that," Harry answers awkwardly.

"It's always better to be close for this ceremony."

"Ah, yes, speaking about it... What's the ceremony?"

The Prince hangs his shoulders in desperation and looks at the ceiling.

"Did you even read the letter?"

"Yeah but that wasn't very illuminating. The renewal of the wards of Great Britain? I don't know the first thing about wards. I'm not sure what you want me to do here."

"Do not worry, Lord Potter," the Queen says. "We have three weeks to prepare. We have arranged chambers for you in the Palace so you'll be able to devote your full time to it. Of course we don't expect you to throw yourself at the three days of ceremony without any training."

"Chambers? Three weeks? Ki... Prince, you know I have a job," Harry objects, distraught.

"You will be excused from your job, of course," the Queen counters.

"Your Majesty, I doubt my animals will be content to fend for themselves for three weeks."

The Queen sips her tea, not disturbed in the least.

"We'll fetch someone to replace you during this time. Surely your animals will understand."

Harry racks his brain. He has so many different creatures, it’s hard to find someone who knows how to care for all of them. Buckbeak vaguely tolerates Charlie, but then who will take care of Charlie's dragons? There's Hagrid, who's always happy to be bitten by angry creatures. But he has a job too, at Hogwarts. He can't think of anyone else who'd be able to cover for him on such short notice.

"Mother, please," the Prince sighs. "It doesn't need to be a full-time job, Harry. You're already well prepared, believe me."

"Did you miss the part about me not knowing the first thing about wards?"

"Renewing the wards is my job, not yours."

"Then... what is my job, exactly?"

The Prince's eyes turn to the ground, his posture becoming a bit... unsure.

"Make sure I'm okay. The ceremony is very... heavy, magic-wise. You're here to monitor my magic, make sure that I'm not overwhelmed by the spells... that sort of thing,” Draco concludes with a shrug.

Monitor his magic...? Harry's eyes widen in understanding. This sounds a bit like what they do in bed, right? Magic play. Is this why the Prince thought of him for this job?

"Will you do it?"

Harry wants to say "I don't know". He wants to say "I still don't know exactly what you're asking of me." and "Isn't there anybody more qualified for that sort of thing?" But the Prince gives him a look. And Harry can almost see his cat ears dropping, his face coated in anxiety right before Harry takes him in his arms and makes him forget everything.

"Okay," he breathes. "Anything you need.".

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