#first meets

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Suggestive Themes, Flirting, First Meetings, Strangers to Lovers, this is literally 'you can be the boss' by lana del rey, that's it that's the scenario Summary:

It wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki’s first time sitting on the bartop alone. It wasn’t the first time another man, eyes dark and inviting, sidled into the stool next to his, either.

Or, Katsuki gets a cigarette with a phone number scrawled on it, and strangers have never been so captivating.

[fic/n: this work contains suggestive content] 

Shiro: Where's Captain Kogane?

Person 1: On the way, sir.

Lance: Kogane?

Shiro: I'm assigning a Captain Akira Kogane to this mission.

Lance, looking at the mission report: Look General, not that i don't value your opinion, but i'd like to pick my own team.

Shiro: Not this time Colonel.

Lance: *sighs* Can I ask why?

Shiro: Kogane's our expert on the Stargate.

Lance: Where's she transferring from?

Keith, from the door: "She"?

Magnus & Tessa: 

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Day 3 - No Capes

"Hey Grayson, check it out," Dick looked up as his shoulder was nudged several times by his partner, Donna Troy. Curious blue eyes meeting dancing, mischievous black. "I think that's the guy they were sending over from Central. To help out with our serial murder."

Dick straightened, turning his head to look out into the bullpen, peering over his coworkers shoulders to see.

His eyes widened, he didn't need to look over anyone's shoulder, they guy was tall, easily 6 feet, taller than a lot of people in the office.

It wasn't his height that drew his attention though, it was the wildfire red hair that had caught his eyes. His hair, and the slightly guarded, but bright and open green eyes.

He turned to shoot a dirty look at Donna back over his shoulder, eyes narrowing further when he could see her silently laughing at him.

Before he could say anything however, the quiet hum of discontent could be heard, slowly building and spreading throughout the office, like an approaching swarm of angry bees.

Dick turned his scowl from Donna to the room at large, seeing Donna drop her arms and clench her fists out of the corner of his eye. He didn't hesitate to start making his way through the crowd, towards where the redhead was now standing, somewhat awkwardly, knowing his partner would have his back.

He stepped around one of the frontmen, who was doing his best to glare the kid right back out the door, accidentally trodding on his foot.

"Whoops, sorry Davis."

He didn't wait for a response, but twisted back around so he was facing forward again, and held out his hand, a warm smile on his face.

"Hi there, I'm Detective Dick Grayson, you're the guy from over at Central that connected or serial killer to the one out in California and Missouri right? That was a fantastic catch!"

The guy blinked down at him in surprise for a moment before taking his hand and shaking it. "Thanks man, appreciate it. Name's Wally West, it's nice to meet you Detective Grayson."

Many of us lack a community when we meet our first top and that can be intense and feel very different than a vanilla date or hookup.

How did you connect, vet and then meet your first partner?  Was the meeting done publicly?  Did others know and check-in?  What parameters, rules, or negotiations did you establish before that first meeting, if any?  If you’re open to sharing, how far did you go physically? Looking back, would you suggest to another new bottom to go about it differently and/or did it change how you meet new unknown partners now?

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So I was actually really lucky in this.  And it was pure luck...I didn't know what I was doing and was in such a state of sub frenzy that I could have ended up in trouble.

I have always been submissive, but I didn't come into the lifestyle until I was 27.  When I finally discovered that there was an actual name for what I am and an explanation for why I never quite fit and that there was a whole community of others that not only knew but that were eager to know that part of me.  Well, that was heady stuff.  I was lucky in that I was introduced into the lifestyle by a friend and he set me up with a mentor.  Two of them actually, both a Dominant and a submissive.  My first meet was one that my mentor helped me navigate.  

It was both terrifying and exciting.  We met first, in public, to talk over what might happen in the scene, to discuss limits and concerns and make a plan for check-ins with my Mentor.  Again...I was so very lucky.  These were both good experienced men.  The connection was there between us and even in those in public moments, I could feel the exchange wanting to happen.  I have learned over the years to rely on that submissive intuition.  I wait for that tug on my submission that almost always happens in the presence of a Dominant.  

The scene happened about a week later.  I was wanting to experiment with my masochism, I wasn't even sure what I would like or what I wanted other than some few hard limits.  He knew that this was about that discovery period for me.  We had agreed on sex and it was a part of the scene.  I did walk...or stumble...away with marks and in a state of euphoria.  Not just from the play, but from experiencing for the first time how both the dynamic and the play can come together.  It was such a high.

I would recommend:

Before meeting anyone that you form a support system for yourself.  Good or bad, you are going to need it. 

Make sure you have times for check-ins set up.  If the D balks at this.  Red flag.  

Physically meet before your play date.  You need a clear head and a public place.  This is your safety and ultimately you are responsible for it.  If they do not want to meet beforehand.  Again, Red Flag.

I do not allow myself to be physically bound in new physical relationships.  Which can be challenging because I LOVE to be bound.  But I need to trust completely before I hand over control on that level. 

The most important recommendation...take your time.  When single I laid down rules for myself.  I wouldn't play with anyone, in a BDsM capacity, until 3 months had gone by.  This weeded out a lot all on its own.  But I figured, if we couldn't take that 3 months to get to know each other and trust and form a connection, well it probably wasn't what I was looking for anyway.

Be safe and look after yourself.  Reach out to those in your community and your tribe...if you don't have one, make that your first step.

These two don’t seem to make friends unless it’s in some shady spot, but I wanted a lighter air to it. So I thought the only optimistic situation, and they all evolve around 2p!Nyo!England. Also, never heard these versions of names. I like America’s. Thanks for the ask!

2p!Nyo!America: Charlotte:

“This is (F/n)!” It was another one of Olivia’s pointless ‘parties’. Or what she thought was a party. It is really a get together with cupcakes and tea, and a board game if it got crazy enough. Charlotte just went for the free food. Most people went for the free food. But here you are. Olivia made new friends every month, and it seems you’re her newest conquest. “–and would you believe it, we only live two streets apart! I can’t believe we’ve never run into each other.” You laugh at that, and Charlotte cocks a brow. You seem to be genuinely enjoying yourself, which seems weird as not a lot of people could put up with Olivia. “And this is Charlotte! Why don’t you two chat while I greet other guests.” Olivia didn’t even give them time to reply as she already whizzes away. Charlotte looks down at you, raising a brow again. You seem normal enough. Then again, she thought that originally about most of her friends…

“Ah, I’m thirsty. I wonder what Livvy made.”

“Made?” You blink curiously, looking over to the food table. Surely enough there’s a table with punch bowels on it. “Olivia makes the drinks? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, all that store brought crap is too sugar or filled with God-knows-what.” Charlotte begins to make her way towards the table. You follow, unsure of what you’re doing. She seems cool enough. She looks edgy, a thick black choker around her neck and a tank top and ripped skinny jeans. Plus she has a cute brunet bob. You smile, basically tailing after her. Once you reach the table, reach over and grab two see-through cups. You hand one to her absentmindedly and look at the different drinks. There’s no fizzy in sight, just three bowls of drinks. They all have fruit floating in the top, pale pastel colours. Ones pink, slices of granny smith floating. One is yellow, lemon circle floating and the last green, limes sitting on the top. You hum lightly. Charlotte looks at you, blinking as she takes the cup you offered. Her lip curls up, reaching over for the ladle. She notices your expression, thinking. Charlotte takes in a deep breath through her nose. You hadn’t done anything to annoy her. You even handed her a cup, and she didn’t want to be in your debt. She bites her bottom lip as she spoons some mint concoction into her cup. Then into yours. You fumble upon the sudden weight in your hand and look over to Charlotte with wide eyes, watching as she fills up the ladle a second time to top off your drink. You smile, thanking her as you try some. Fresh. Charlotte screws up her face and shrug, drinking down hers. You hadn’t done anything for her to not like you. But she didn’t owe you anything, so she wandered off to go find her sister.

2p!Nyo!France: Alex:

“Are you sure I can come in?” You pop your head in through the door as you follow Olivia into her house.

“Aww, don’t fret. My girlfriend is normally upstairs at this time.” Olivia waves her hand at your dismissively as she enters the house, heading towards the kitchen. “I’ll pop into the loo, meet me in the kitchen.” You purse your lips. You hadn’t really had the chance to explore Olivia’s house the last time you came here. You look up the stairs, but divert your way to the left and into the lounge. Picture frames decorate above the mantel, and embroid pillows sit upon the two sofas. You look to see an open archway for the kitchen. You walk towards it, looking at all the magnets and papers littering the fridge before you turn. You wouldn’t even notice the other person if it wasn’t for them lifting up their wine glass. You look off to the clock, it reading 1:38. At least they did it past 12. You smile towards them, trying to not seem hostile. Or like you just broke in. But the women ignores you, staring off into the distance. Her hair is pulled up into a lazy bun, a large jumper falling off her shoulder and black leggings. Her pale blue nails are chipped, and she sighs, lulling her head to the side. She pulls off mid-life-crisis well.

“Hi.” You give a small awkward wave. She slowly turns to look at you, squinting her eyes as she eyes you over. She sighs, before walking out of the room.

by lolanbq

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Patroclus and Achilles’ love will always be true no matter whom they maybe.

Chapters: 1/1