drabble request meme

[soundczechfic]

As usual, I might get bored and not complete these. I always do it on a whim and then run out of steam and I'm not that good with like, responsibility.

I'm only opening to Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Nana and Veronica Mars drabbles. Or original, I guess, with prompt words. And maybe Tenimyu RPS, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to write all actors. I will do my best :( Request away.

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[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Takaba doesn't know how he ended up doing the groceries with his rapist in broad daylight, but it doesn't take him long to realise that he'd probably prefer to be at home in a ballgag and handcuffs than spend another second in this aisle with Asami. He looks out of place under the bright white-green lights of the supermarket, the crisp black lines of his suit against the shelves of cereal and muesli bars. He keeps taking the no-name discount noodles and canned fruit out of Takaba's basket and replacing them with high end European brand fettucine and French preserves. It's like shopping with a child, except instead of soda and candy Asami wants salmon and melons that cost more than Takaba's monthly rent.

"I don't know what you're doing here," Takaba snarls the fourth time he has to take the expensive Swiss shampoo out of his overflowing basket. "You think because you tie me up and rape me a couple of times you're suddenly like my boyfriend?"

"This is more like you're my wife," Asami says, backing Takaba up against the nearest shelve and pinching his ass with long, strong fingers. "I always wanted to come home to a little woman." His mouth presses hard against Takaba's, tucked in this dark, deserted corner of the store. "While we're here we should pick you up an apron."

It's only the surprised yelp of the little old woman coming around the corner that saves Takaba from getting fucked up against the shelves of soap.




(this was a failure. he kept turning into brian.)

[altricial.livejournal.com]

This needs a sequel.