#i'm chewing off my own legs and throwing them in the ocean

[sheogorad]

liking someone who is completely unattainable yet who hits basically all the criteria for your type and who constantly does shit to be close to you in ways that have gone from friendly to confusing and intimate and who keeps dropping little nuggets of information that feel like at least semi intentional testing of the waters and who makes your chest hurt and your hair raise and your skin sensitive is a cruel and unusual punishment for developing friendships don't you think

[caffinedragon]

This started off as a funny image in my head but then got away with me.

Plot: Talon(tav) spies Wyll reading one of the books he wrote years ago, a specific special limited edition version in fact and decides to have a little fun. Fun that turns into some much needed comforting for his favorite lonely folk hero.

Takes place during the shadow curse and shortly after the dance scene.

As he got to the final turn before the entrance he took a deep and steadying breath, praying to the God of Dragons it was just some new armored fool trying to test thier metal.

But when he turned that corner, the armor, cloak, shield and sword marked with the symbol of Amethysts Knights, combined with the symbol of domination drawn on his forehead, were unmistakable.

He felt his heart start to break as Sir Gilmore readied his sword and shield at his approach, battle stance at the ready and eyes far away.

"Roland?" He tried as he took a few tentative steps towards him but kept out of reach of his weapons.

There was a beat of silence. Then another. Then...his eyes focused on their own.

Roland sighed as tears filled his eyes and his arms relaxed, dropping his sword and shield into the dirt.

"You were right." A shaky soft version of his normal earthy tenor laughed. It was a broken thing filled with both relief and not a little bit of anger. "The mages have no true magic. They have no power over me. They never did."

He watched with pride and relief as Roland began ripp8ng away the signs if his former allegiance.

"Fuck... They did the whole ritual." He tossed his cloak to the floor. "Did all their chanting and speeches." He ripped off the badge on his armor. "Drew the symbol on my forehead." He wiped the mark off. "Even ordered me to come kill you." He pulled off the chain mail and greaves, letting them drop to the floor. "So I figured..." He kicked off his armored boots hard enough to slam against the cave wall and leave a dent. "Let them think I'm dead."

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled, his chest warm and happy for his knight's new found freedom.

"So, what now?" He asked as Roland walked up to him, clothed in only the faded burgundy shirt and as equally faded brown leggings that left little to the imagination.

"Now..." He looked into his eyes, the deep ocean blue of his irisis shining with a hunger he thought would never be pointed in his direction. "I finally let myself go after what I want for a change."

He could feel his old dragon heart start to race and his veins burn with want.

"And what is that?"

Roland didn't say, but when he reached up and pulled Talthorian down to slam his mouth into his, he didn't need too.

Talon smiled warmly as he read over Wyll's shoulder, recognizing the book he was currently engrossed in. So engrossed in fact, that he had been standing there for a solid five minutes, his 6'4" half dragon frame dwarfing The Blade of Frontiers, as he quietly leaned over his shoulder without the man even glancing in his direction.

You would think he would have noticed the dark blue, silver eyed tielfing adjacent looking man by now but apparently not.

Not that he minded much.

Being this close to him allowed him to see the gentle blush beneath his dark skin as he sank deep into one of the spicier parts of his book. Combined with The way he was lightly chewing on the tip of his thumb, the scent of arousal on his skin and the little gasps he tried to hide as his heart raced were making him want to throw the man over his shoulder and show him a real life demonstration of what he was reading.

But, Wyll made it clear that he wanted to go slow so he behaved.

Instead he decided to play with him a little, something he did often as a way to show affection, and waited until he got to the page where Taltharion gave his Knight exactly what he had begged for a two pages prior. Once he got to the page where the dragon slowly sank into his knight like he deserved, Talon leaned forward so he was right next to Wyll's ear and with a purr in his voice very similar to Astarion's but a bit deeper and rougher said,

"If you ever want to know what that's like...I'm right here."

The response was immediate, adroable and hilarious.

"Baldrun's knickers!" WYll shouted as he jumped away, tripping over his own feet.

In order to prevent him from stumbling straight into the campfire, Talon lashed out with his reptilian but still prehensile tail and used it to grab a belt loop and pull him towards him. The sudden change in direction made Wyll loose his balance for a second time but with much more pleasant results.

Instead of tripping towards the fire, he fell nearly face first into Talon's broad, cloth covered chest, still holding the book in his arms.

Before Wyll could right himself and pull away, Talon wrapped his arms around his shoulder's, smiling mischievously at him.

"Well, hello there." He smirked as he lessened his grip so Wyll could at least stand up straight. "Find your feet?"

"Not without you scaring the life out of me first." He scowled halfheartedly as he pressed the book to his chest.

"Couldn't help myself." He grinned with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

"I have a feeling you did not try very hard." He mock glared at him.

"Nope." He smirked playfully, "Besides, It let me catch myself a rare Blade of Frontier's. Whatever shall i do with him, i wonder?" He smiled in a teasing manner, keeping his grip tight enough to keep him still but not too tight to where he couldn't easily break out of it if he chose.

Which Wyll didn't.

He instead just sighed, annoyed but with a warm smile on his face as he played along.

"Swap stories over the campfire perhaps?" Talon asked himself, pretending to think of options. "Sparring contest in the middle of camp, that would be fun." He nodded to himself, before he locked eyes with Wyll, a much more sultry grin appearing on his face. "Or..."

Wyll raised an eyebrow, "Or?"

He slipped the deep purr into his voice again, "I could through our young hero over my shoulder, take him out to the woods, lay him down and devour him like a good man deserves. How's that sound?"

There was a split second where he could tell Wyll was considering it, but two blinks later the blush returned to his face and he shoved him away from him with an amused scoff.

"Your an ass."

"With a great one." Talon fired back as he turned around and wiggled said ass back and forth tail snapping with sass.

Wyll just pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, the same fond smile on his face.

When Talon turned back around he put his hands behind him, resting them on the small of his back.

"Sooo..." He slowly approached again but keeping his hands to himself this time. "Couldn't help but notice what you were reading. That is one of my books, isn't it?"

"Heh." He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his jaw with a finger. "I suppose you have caught me."

"Of course. I know my own writing, however..." He glanced down at the copy he was holding knowing full well none of his copies were missing. "That..." -he pointed at the book- "isn't one of my copies."

Wyll's face started to redden again, "No. It's um...mine."

"Oh?" He held out a hand, "May I see it?"

"Why?" He asked as he handed it too him.

"I could sign it for you. Put a nice little message in it...make it saucy."

"You already did."

"I did?"

Wyll flipped open the cover of the book and read the inside. "To my hero, the Blade of Baldur's Gate, may you aspire to be a mighty knight like Sir Gilmore and one day find a dashing dragon of your very own. T.A. Silverscale."

It was then, as the firelight hit the front cover, he recognized the design.

The engraving in the cover was a short lived design that showed Sir Gillmore wrapped up in a passionate embrace with Taltharion that showcased the dragons, horns, wings and thick tail that accompanied his more humanoid form. Due to a misunderstanding of the species of creature on the cover, that edition was banned in Baldur's Gate. Because of it that design was rare in and of itself but the silver scales embossed in the corners were from a limited edition printing that was only sold at his in person book signings the year it was published.

When he looked back up at Wyll, a memory filled his head of a much younger Wyll defending his honor from a "fan" that was getting a bit to bold with their hands.

The "fan" turned out to be a patriar that was supposed to be at a meeting with his father and he had used that information to remind the man that instead of being at the meeting, he was here, harassing the Duke's Son's favorite author.

As a thank you for his help he had given him the book for free and signed it with that message. A genuine wish for the kind hearted boy.

Talon smiled fondly as he spoke. "Well, well, well...the Prince of Baldur's Gate became a hero after all."

"You remember me?"

"How could i not after you so deftly defended my honor." He handed the book back, watching as Wyll gently put it down on a stool next to him. "In fact had you not been 15 at the time, i would have thrown you over my shoulder, con-sensually of course, and given my hero the reward he so selflessly earned." He then stepped back into Wyll's space, gently resting his hands on his hips. "Of course, better late then never." He purred as he gently pulled him flush against his body.

Wyll leaned in close, his eye dark and half lidded, their lips mere scant inches away from each other. "You are making it very difficult for me to remain a gentlemen."

"I know." He smiled as his arms moved from his hips to wrap around his back. "But in all seriousness," He dropped the purr from his voice as he pressed their foreheads together, staying mindful of each others horns. "If ever my teasing and flirtation ever pushes to far, please tell me. I do not wish to make you feel pressured to move faster than your comfortable with."

With a fond sigh, Wyll wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "I know, Talon. And you haven't. Far from it in fact. You have been a light in this dark place. Something tangible and warm to turn to when things get grim." A deep sadness began to leak into his voice as he began to cling to him. "I have not had that for a long time."

Talon wrapped his arms tighter around him as his thick tail wrapped tenderly around their legs, "Then if it is within my power, you shall never have to go without. My knight will want for nothing so long as i remain."

Wyll smiled warmly, "You are starting to sound like Taltharion."

"What do you think Talon is short for?" He grinned.

Wyll raised an eyebrow, "Are you telling me, My Dragon Knight is less of a work of fiction and more based on a true story?"

"Maybe." He smiled teasingly.

A dark and sultry look entered Wyll's eyes that made Talons blood burn and his slit ache, "So is it safe to assume that their is some...anatomical accuracy to the story?"

"I mean...you would have to-ah!" The words died in his throat as Wyll ran his fingers down the back of his neck where his spine ridges would be if he was in full form. The bolt of pleasure from the gentle touch ran straight to his core, forsing him to bury his face in the crook of his neck to keep him from making more telling sounds in the middle of camp.

"Hmm..." Wyll purred, clearly proud of himself. "Seems their is some truth to the tale. I will have to make sure i study it most throughout from now on."

"Quite the scholarly pursuit." He purred as he faced him again. "I will look forward to testing you on what you have learned."

"In the meantime," Wyll closed the gap until there lips were almost touching, "May your Knight have a small portion of that reward you promised?"

"What would my heroic knight wish?"

"To taste your lips again. I find i am quite starved for them."

"Then you shall have them."

Talon kissed him slow, savoring the press of his lips, the taste of his tongue, and the feel of his body in his arms. It was languid, warm and comfortable.

He could hold him and kiss him like this for days had he had the time. Their bodies tangled, snuggled down in his nest, lost in each other not caring how much time had passed.

He wanted that for him.

He wanted to give that too him.

It was the least he deserved.

But for now, he would settle for this.

It was Wyll who pulled away slowly, carefully, as if Talon would take off if he moved to quickly.

He loosened his grip, not enough to let go but enough for Wyll to easily remove himself should he decide too. Like he expected him to.

But instead, Wyll clung to him, shaking, as if the kiss had woken something up in him that scared him half to death.

"Stay with me tonight?" Wyll whispered as if he was afraid to ask lest he be punished.

"In what way?" Talon asked, wanting to make sure their were no miscommunications.

Wyll couldn't seem to find the words, but the Tadpole's did.

An image filled his head of Wyll wrapped in his arms, his wings and tail covering him like the strongest tower shield. He was tired, he was lonely, and so very very afraid. He wanted comfort, safety, and to be the one protected for once.

Talon tightened his grip.

"The darkness of this place has gotten to me." He spoke, the shake still in his voice. "I fear, i may have become too selfish." His breaths stuttered as tears began to rim his good eye, "But I need you and i am tired of pretending i don't."

"Your starting to sound like Sir Gilmore." He joked.

Wyll laughed, a tired broken thing between barely contained sobs.

Talon cupped his cheek in his hand as he placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, "To be honest, Wyll, your not selfish enough in my opinion." He wrapped his wings around them both. "You have lived a life where you were expected to give up everything and ask for nothing in return lest you be 'selfish'. But i intend to fix that." He then tilted Wyll's face up to meet him. "I will stay with you, tonight and for as many nights as you will allow, until you no longer have need of me."

"What if it's every night? What if i never not have need of you?" He asked, the confident mask of the hero having fallen away, leaving a terrified and lonely man exposed behind it.

"Then you will have me. You, Wyll, my Wyll, my valient hero, my Blade of Frontiers, my greatest treasure, will want for nothing. And it will be my honor, my most exquisite privilage and my greatest pleasure to provide whatever your heart desires."

"Then kiss me again, please." He begged, a desperate need in his voice.

"With pleasure."

When their lips connected again Wyll kissed him with the desperation of a man who was starved of any sort of care and affection for far too long. He clung to him like someone who had been told that they didn't deserve to be held but gained the courage to reach for it anyway and finally found someone reaching back. He could feel how he shook with the force of all of his loneliness and touch starvation releasing at once and made sure he gave back just as good as he got.

When he pulled away, Wyll was smiling amidst tears that were long overdue. He nuzzled into his cheek as best he could as he calmed his breathing and racing heart. He looked lighter, happier and it was all Talon cared about.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered, exhaustion starting to creep into his voice.

"Not your call, Wyll." He chuckled as he pressed another kiss to his forehead.

"I suppose not." He sighed, his eyes starting to droop shut. "I love you, so much. I...can't seem to find the words."

He chuckled again as Wyll's head fell onto his shoulder. "Knowing you, you'll find them eventually. But until then," He lifted up his head by his chin, seeing the man's eyes already half closed and glazed. "I love you too."

Wyll smiled sleepily.

"Now let's get you to bed, yeah?"

"Yes. I...seem to have exhausted myself with that emotional display."

"They tend to do that. Let me carry you so you don't fall down."

Wyll lost his balance for a moment, causing Talon to catch him. "Good plan."

Talon then scooped up his crashing knight and carried him into his tent.

[bruhstories]

Home for the Holidays

summary: you come back home for the holidays and get a very warm welcome. pairing: stepbro!armin x female!reader warnings & content: stepcest, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!armin, sub!reader word Count: 2k-ish

a/n: umm, don't go around fucking your stepbros? i mean i can't stop you but sweet home alabama should play in your head if you do it. also sorry if this feels a bit rushed, i don't even have time to breathe | @mikasascabin @armins-futon

Pop!

Incessant, irritating sounds of gum popping, then smacking against your teeth, the annoying chewing that came out of your mouth, the infuriating tapping of your leg, the exasperating drumming of your fingers against the kitchen table — it's driving Armin insane. It's been driving Armin insane for years. And despite the fact that you're both adults now, you still can't get along. He's smart, quiet and a workaholic, you're a social butterfly who works smart, not hard.

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you grin, "one biiiiig, happy family."

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

@skyfullofsong123 @swaggysposts

Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[thegingertrekkie]

Lost in a Dream World

Part 8: past the kingdom walls

You quickly found that this Shoji was exactly like your world's Shoji, kind but extremely quiet. You gave up on small talk about 10 minutes into your long walk and there was an uncomfortable silence ever since. The Edgelands was composed entirely of jagged lava rocks, the ground was always rumbling, and it was terribly hot. Shoji was right, it was hell. Every once and awhile there was a huge gust of wind from nowhere and Shoji would order you to hid under him. He'd wrap his arms around you like a protective shield and get close to the ground. The ground was so hot it burned your exposed skin, but Shoji held you down until the wind subsided.

"This is land of dragons" he explained after the third time "We're trespassing and they know we're here"

'Dragons?' You felt scared and giddy at the same time. This world was unbelievable, no one at home would take you seriously when you told then there were dragons here. You frowned thinking about home. Shoji decided it was time to take a rest and you passively agreed, grabbing one of the heavier packs Todoroki had given Shoji and opening it. You blinked as you looked down at the pile of gold inside the bag, lifting a piece to inspect more closely. "This is what we've been carrying? What the hell?"

One of Shoji's hands slapped over his mouth and he shushed you harshly. "Too loud (Y/n)! Put that away it's dangerous!"

The wind started up again stronger than before and you yelped as Shoji threw you into his back and started running. You turned and saw a huge silver dragon flying after you. A scream escaped your lips and a hand was slapped over your mouth again. "This isn't the time!" Shoji hissed, lunging to the side as blue flames scorched the land you had just been standing on. 'I'm gonna die' you thought, looking back at the dragon with wide terrified eyes. "Throw something at it!" Shoji commanded and you threw the gold bar that was still in your hand.

Surprisingly the dragon hesitated at the sight of the shiny metal. You let out a cautious breath and Shoji slowed his pace to a jog. You continued in silence and Shoji set you down after a while. The two of you walked side by side when the path was wide enough. The heat was making you dizzy and your body was drenched in sweat. Was it getting hotter? You glanced up and see a shadow scaling the rock face above you, too small to be a dragon. It looks like a person. You nudge Shoji "I think there's a person."

Shoji tenses and uses his extra arms to scan the jagged rock face. Your daggers are pushed in your hands and you both slow your pace. "Don't be fooled" he hisses at you "Some dragons can shape shift."

You swallow loudly and push forward with caution, trying your best not to hyperventilate. It was so hot, you felt like you were melting. The sun was going down in the sky, but the air didn't get any cooler. Shoji notices you struggling and slows down so you can rest.

"We're almost at the edge" Shoji stated taking your bag from you and handing you a canteen. You stare at your feet, chewing your bottom lip uncomfortably. You missed Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. You wished they were here to talk to you. It wouldn't be so awkward if Shoji would just talk to you.

"Can you tell me about this world?" You said after a long drink of warm water.

Shoji paused for so long you thought he was going to ignore your question. "I guess I'll start from the beginning..."

Shoji explained how in the beginnging both kingdoms were united as one. Then suddenly the dragons appeared and brought magic with them. The magic attracted dangerous creatures like the goblins and society started to crumble. Some humans were able to harness the power of the magic, other were transformed into different creatures when they came into contact with a vein of magic (like Shoji had, you wondered what he looked like before). There was a great war between magic users and non magic users and the Edgelands was the battle field. The war stretched on for years until the dragons stepped in, making the Edgelands their home and not allowing the warring sides to cross over.

"There's been peace after that" Shoji finished he leaned against a large boulder and sighed. " the merchant's path is the only place magic and non magic users can mix, but they don't let you cross. There's a barrier. Here's the only weak spot."

He used three hands to gesture ahead. There was a huge ravine with floating boulders in between. You got as close to the edge as you dared and looked over the side, you couldn't see the bottom. Your stomach churned. You glanced back at Shoji and saw he was starting to head back the way you came. "Whoa, wait a minute!" You rushed after him and grabbed his shirt. "I thought you were supposed to take me to the other kingdom!"

"This is as far as I go" he responded, patting your head and making you blush. "The Kingdom of magic is on the other side of the ravine."

You felt sick to your stomach. Shoji pull away from you and disappeared into the edgelands. You looked over the edge of the ravine again and then at the rocks floating above. There were several layers of boulders, if you fell off one you might get lucky and land on another. You weren't sure what to do. You opened your pack to grab some food and groaned, face palming as you looked at the mound of gold. You couldn't eat gold and without Shoji you couldn't find your way back to the Todoroki kingdom.

"Heeeeeyyyy!" A voice called from the other side of the ravine.

You looked up surprised searching for the source of the voice.

"Over here! What are you doing over there?" A pink skinned girl yelled, waving her arms over her head.

"I'm stuck!" You call back "Can you help me?"

The girl laughs and makes her way over to you, jumping effortlessly from boulder to boulder. It takes her only a few minutes to reach you. "Come on!" Mina smiles "I have someone waiting for me so we have to hurry! Plus it's not safe outside the barrier."

She holds your hand as she leads you over the dangerous ravine. The floating boulders are much more stable than you thought they would be and closer together. Mina chartered the whole way across, a nice change of pace from the awkward silences you experienced before. You try to explain your situation to her, but she just laughs. Your phone had been dead for hours, so you didn't have any proof this time. It didn't seem to matter much to Mina, she seemed glad to help out anyway. Even when you made it to the other side of the ravine Mine held your hand tightly. She lead you towards the towering walls of the kingdom chatting away.

Once inside the walls you audibly gasped. The city was full of people and overlooked the ocean, completely different from the forest you had been in days before. Mina pulled you through the crowd, weaving through people at a fast pace. She lead you through the market square where booths were selling all sorts of strange objects, animals, and... People. You made eye contact with a young boy and guilt bubbled up in your throat. The pink skinned girl didn't stop, she pulled you into a back street and knocked on a wall. You jumped when a hand reach through and pulled you through.

"Mina you can't keep doing this! You're going to get caught!"

"Kaminari?" You ask reaching you hands out in the dark.

A candle was lit and revealed blonde boy with a black lighting bolt marked in his hair. His eyes were wide with surprise and Mina giggled. "They says they're from a different world with copies of us in it!" She squealed, running around the room to light more candles "I wasn't going to bring anymore non magic users but this one is different!"

"No kidding..." Kaminari mumbled, looking you up and down "they're wearing other kingdom clothes, they're gonna get caught!"

"It's fiiiine! I'll take them shopping!" Mina was so happy running around the small room.

You reached over to touch Kaminari's arm and yelped when you got shocked. Kaminari blushed and put his hands up "Sorry! I got hit with lightning near a magic vein and now I shock everything I touch."

Your eyes were wide with surprise and you had an idea. Digging around the bag Midoriya had bought you, you fished out your phone and a charging cable. You plug one end into your crack phone and thrust the other end towards the confused boy. "Put this in your mouth."

Kaminari's mouth drops open and Mina starts laughing again. "What?? No! Why?" He takes a step away from you.

"I need to charge my phone! Please, Kaminari! You do this all the time where I'm from!" You have him backed against a wall and he puts his hands over his mouth, shaking his head no.

"What is that?" Mina points at your phone "it looks busted"

"It's a... It's a tiny magic mirror, but it'll only work if it's charged. Kaminari, please!"

"You're gonna suck the magic out of me with that?" Kaminari clasps his chest dramatically and looks at you with a horrified expression.

"What? No! Ugh, just come on!"

"I wanna see it work!" Mina exclaimed grabbing the end of the charging cord and forcing it into Kaminari's mouth.

He gags at the metallic taste and glares at Mina right before the charging notifications goes off with a little "ping". The two gasp and look at your phone mesmerized at the little noise it made. As soon as it had enough power you switched it on. Smiling at the two amazed expressions before you. You pulled up the pictures you had with Mina and Kaminari. "Tiny magic mirror" Mina breathed one hand over her mouth, other outstretched towards your phone.

You snorted and laughed, handing the phone to them so they could scroll through your pictures.

You find a chair to sit in and your legs basically give out, you didn't realize how tired you were. Leaning you head against the wall you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, comforted my the familiar sounds of you friends laughing and joking with one another.