Cooking with Combustibles: Chapter 1 - Mise En Place
Or, “To Get a Fusion, You Need More Than Just One Egg”
Or, “Love Means Never Having to Say It Out Loud”
Hee hee hee…
“I…didn’t know you were so good at this sort of thing.”
The music was something electronic, with a solid bass. Mumen usually didn’t like this genre, and he definitely didn’t usually like anything this loud, but it was easy to get past it, with the way Sonic was dancing. The sway and bucking of his hips was mesmerizing, his long, black-clad body gorgeously twirling. His entire being seemed to flow between the notes of music, and when he made eye contact with him, Mumen practically swooned.
“There are a lot of things about me you don’t know,” the ninja said, crouching and crawling up to Mumen’s lap.
“If it means I keep getting surprises like this one, I’m okay with that,” he said, gasping as he was suddenly pulled to his feet. “Nonono, I am not good at this.”
That made Sonic smirk. “You don’t have to do anything. Just listen to the music.”
Mumen’s feet felt heavy and awkward, but he couldn’t say no to him, so he tried hard to relax as Sonic took his hands and pulled him in close. He definitely wasn’t prepared when he leapt up, wrapping his legs around Mumen’s waist and letting go, dropping back. Mumen had to quickly adjust, gripping his hips to keep him from falling on his head. “A little warning next time, huh?” he panted.
“It’s a good thing you’re such a natural,” Sonic insisted from his place upside down, flexing his abs to come back up to him chest-to-chest. He draped his arms around the hero’s shoulders.
“It’s a good thing you weigh like fifty pounds!” Mumen laughed and rested his forehead against Sonic’s, who was chuckling too.
It all felt so good that Mumen didn’t notice the music skip until it turned off entirely, and there was a strange blue glow that was getting very bright in the apartment.
The entire house was quiet to an uncharacteristic degree, since Zenko was on a school field trip for two days. Badd and Garou had done every sordid thing they could think of in the first several hours of solitude, and it was only when they had eaten, showered and done it again (and again), the two finally passed out on Badd’s bed.
“C’mere,” Badd had said when they got under the covers, turning on his side and pulling Garou back into him.
“Why the fuck am I the little spoon here? ‘m bigger than you,” he said, sleepily. He was the one who had insisted on the last two rounds, finishing by saying that the only reason they were stopping was because of Badd. Truth be told, though, he was exhausted in the most satisfying way.
Badd squeezed him hard, kissing his shoulder. “’Cause I’m badder than you.”
He felt Garou stomach twitch with a little laugh. “Fine,” he acquiesced.
And that’s how they had stayed for the most part, Badd curled up against Garou’s back, the Human Monster holding one of his wrists in his long fingers loosely. It was all simpler in sleep. When there was no one to listen to their big talk, their bodies took over establishing how much they belonged together.
Then, there was that light, ruining a perfectly good lazy afternoon nap.
“Oi, Genos, look at me, okay?”
Those metal legs were up on his shoulders, giving him perfect leverage to hit Genos’s deepest point. Saitama could tell that he was doing his best to hold off his climax, waiting for him, and it was insanely hot. Genos’s hands grabbed the futon cover in their steel grip, and the pleasure surging through him was still making him close his eyes.
Saitama couldn’t help smiling. He rolled his hips, inspiring Genos to moan.
He reached down and touched his cheek gently. When Genos turned his head towards him, he could see the glow of gold in those black orbs. “You first. I want to see you, Genos.” It came out husky, and it must have been just the right thing to say, because the cyborg’s body immediately responded, taking him over the edge.
“Saitama!” he cried.
The hero grabbed his thighs, conscientiously trying to avoid denting them as he came to completion. Once he felt relaxed again, he reached down and gently pulled Genos up to his chest, wrapping his arms around him, fingers fluffing the blond hair. “You’re so perfect, Genos,” he whispered.
There was a small beeping that Saitama recognized as Genos’s sensors, and he looked up. He could hear Genos start to say something, but he was too distracted by the wave of turquoise energy that came through the wall to hear him.
The ring of blue shorted out a few transformers and caused electrical outages that would last a few hours. That was the extent of the effect for most people in the ten block radius from where it was deployed.
However, what no one else realized was that where there had been six super-human individuals, there were now three.
At the exact same second, Runner, Barou and Gentama opened their eyes for the first time.
claramae l o v e d playing against andromeda in quidditch. it was the thrill, the challenge that came along with playing against the person who knew her the very best; but she knew andy too. she knew her well enough to know which side she favored holding the quaffle on when dodging grabby hands. sneakily, claramae flipped on her broom so she’d was flying upside down. with tremendous ab support, she held on with just her legs, pulling herself up she could snatch the quaffle when her competition’s grip was the loosest. “sorry!” she grinned as she flew off into the other direction, taking the game towards damon nott. the score gap was too close between the teams, and claramae was going to get slytherin into the finals for the first time in awhile; she had to.
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if you're still taking prompts; "little mermaid AU abemiha with mermaid Mihashi and fisherman Abe" Mihashi traded his voice for legs to meet his childhood love. He can't speak but when he does, it turns to stutters that Abe has no patience for. He didn't know that Abe is a fisherman and he's uncomfortable with seeing the fish markets. I'm sorry, this AU helps me sleep well and I need someone to talk to about it.
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at the edge of the ocean (we can start over again)
Mihashi looked around the deserted beach, the sand digging into his brand-new feet. The rising sun made a painting of the oceans, the oranges and reds and pinks mixing and mingling and making Mihashi sigh wistfully for his home. As the sun slowly grew higher in the sky, Mihashi clenched his fists and set back his shoulders. He was ready to go, ready to find him.
Turning around, he came face to face with, quite conveniently, the very man he was looking for.
“What the fuck?”
Oh. Well. That wasn’t quite the reaction he was expecting.