With his legs forced over his head, Broly was at the mercy of Goku whose thrusts were hard, fast paced, and certain to bruise his skin as he fucked him, eliciting a variety of sounds that ranged from whimpers to screams. There was something special about being dominated and ruined by a smaller but capable man such as he; this will surely not be the last time Broly finds himself submitting to his fellow Saiyan. The ecstasy is too much.
PLOPSMACKSMACK ! god, fuck how did things get like this? no, no - the question was best directed at why this didn’t happen before. in their whole universe, there’s only a handful of their race, of saiyans left. being so close, fighting like they’ve done before.. it was honestly something they should’ve seen coming. no wonder vegeta stayed away! but goku nnng just gh! ! couldn’t deny himself any longer! not with him, not with an amazing specimen before him!
goku’s hips bucked forward & back, his thighs wrapped around broly’s neck, thrusting forward with enough force to no doubt bruise a bit! “ gaah..! you..you’re really not half-bad at this! “ one of his eyes shut, the other struggling to stay open as that warm throat practically took the brunt of goku’s assault! SHLPSHLP- !
goku’s hips stopped, his balls practically slapped against broly’s chin, grinding himself slowly against the berserker’s mouth before pressing forward! his hands grabbed the base of broly’s skull, pulling those locks back so that their eyes were forced to meet. “ haa...haha.. ~ “ goku felt his hands moving on their own, they trailed up to the back of goku’s head, almost as if showing off the absolute perfect fucking torso s what’s this feeling? why’s he feeling so.. so strong? so right?! must be that thing about succumbing to a saiyan’s nature! & god did it feel great. “ you look really, really nice down there.. hehehe.. “ down there. down there. goku’s cock practically pulled out from the warm maw, precum practically dribbling along the tip of his cock & SMACK !~ cock on the berserker’s face. & boy was it a fat one! he made sure to keep his balls right on the tip of broly’s lips; someone really wanted to see if the other would take a hint! nihihI!~ ( @saiyaans )
warnings: character death, deals heavily w/ mourning
“Where’s Specs?”
The look on Specs’ mom’s face said she didn’t want to answer, but Romeo needed to know. Specs’ mom pursed and bit her lips as he tried to force the answer out of her mouth. Finally, following a sharp sob, she told Romeo to check his phone.
Specs is gone. The worse were typed across the lock screen on Romeo’s phone, where Specs usually put notes like when he’d be away from home, or if he’d be at the library. Was Specs away from home? Where was he gone to?
The words immediately following on the screen were Call Race. Race… Romeo mouthed the name. It felt familiar, but he couldn’t place it on anything. He thought he liked Race. Specs wouldn’t have Romeo call someone he didn’t like.
Romeo sat down on Specs’ front steps, calling the number in his phone labeled simply ‘Race’.
It rang three times before Race picked up. There was a lot of shuffling and grumbling on the other side before Race said, in a hushed tone, “Romeo? What’s wrong? Do you know what time it is?”
“Uh…” Romeo pulled the phone away from his ear to check the time. 2:30 AM. “I’m really sorry. Where’s Specs?”
Silence. Romeo could just barely make out the sound of Race’s breathing, so he knew Race had stayed on the line. Romeo was just about to ask the question again when Race sighed and asked, “Do you remember who I am?”
“You’re Race.”
“But did you remember that, or did you just read it off your phone?”
Romeo’s chest tightened. Was Race getting mad at him? He couldn’t tell. “My phone…”
There was another long silence, followed by more rustling on the other end. "Where are you? I think we should talk in person."
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Romeo recognized Race more when he stepped out of his car, which was honestly uglier than Specs' car but in whole other ways. Romeo sat in the passenger seat, his stomach churning with the smell of cigarettes. The smell reminded him of something bad, but he couldn't remember what.
They didn't say anything for a while. They just sat in Race's car as Race blew through a cigarette. "Where's Specs?" Romeo finally asked. Maybe Race had forgotten?
Race signed again and rested his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry, kid. I was tryin to think of an easy way to tell you, but I can't think of one..." He lift his head to look Romeo in the eye. "Specs is dead."
Something shattered. Not a real something, though Romeo could only tell because Race didn't flinch, but it felt real to Romeo. "Specs is dead?"
"Yeah," Race said somberly. He lit up another cigarette and shifted the car into drive. "Let's go."
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One of the cruel twists of fate that seemed to plague the boys was that Specs' ugly silver shitbox, now just a twisted pile of metal, was visible in the junkyard that was on the street they took to get to school. More than once, Jack or even Albert would pull over, suddenly overcome with the terrible wave of emotions that the wreckage conjured up. Sniper swore he could still see the blood on the windshield, but no one was entirely sure.
All of their methods for coping with the loss were a little less than perfect. Albert would reminisce over old times, telling stories about Specs until Jack got so fed up with it that all he could do was yell and scream. Crutchie tried his hardest to keep a happy face, but the weight of tragedy made his head hang low. Davey apparently broke down crying trying to explain it to Les, who only seemed to loosely grasp the concept of permanence. He couldn't even make it to the wake-- he sent Jack with his regards. The only one who'd seemed unaffected at the time was Katherine, who held the group together through the tough times.
"It was really hard for all of us," Race explained as he and Romeo leaned against the chain link fence, staring morbidly at the ugly silver wreckage. "It still is. It was especially hard for you."
"When did it happen?" Romeo asked his weak lungs. Really, it was just another way of asking When did I forget?
Race took a long drag on his cigarette. “A little over a week ago. You, me, Henry, and Specs’ mom were the only ones to got to see him before he passed.”
Tears welled up in Romeo’s eyes. He tried to stop them, but it didn’t work. “And I don’t even remember…”
Race put his arm around Romeo’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “That’s probably a good thing. You would’ve hated how he looked.”
“I hate this… I hate this!” Romeo slammed his fists against the fence, and the resounding rattle made his brain shake. “I hate forgetting things! I’m gonna forget tomorrow, and it’s gonna be the same thing! I-I…” he crumpled to the ground, resting his forehead against the fence, as if he was trying to push himself through it to the silver wreckage. Tears unabashedly rolled down his cheeks as his body shuddered with sobs. “I don’t want to feel like this again! This sucks…”
The worst thing about all the forgetting is just how scared Romeo always was. Everything was big and taunting, and everything was strange. The few things that had remained constantly familiar were like shining beacons of light in his dark, terrifying life. Now, though, one of the only familiar things in his life was gone, lost in the tangled wreckage of disaster.
Romeo smashed his fists against the fence again. “Where’s Specs! Where’s Specs!” he screamed over and over, shaking the fence until he tuckered out his small body. Race watched with a heavy heart.
Romeo collapsed in on himself, covering his face as he sobbed hard. Race pulled the small boy into his chest, slowly rocking back and forth. He remembered that’s what Specs did. It helped, and when Romeo stopped crying, Race helped him up and led him back to the car.
They drove in silence. The ride home felt so much longer. Race wanted to leave Romeo with anyone besides his parents-- he honestly hated Romeo’s parents. Their kid sometime forgot his own name, and they never kept an eye on him. All of Romeo’s friends constantly worried about him-- more so now that Specs was gone.
Romeo was too tired to talk. The flashing of the passing lights made his eyelids heavy and his body felt drained of energy, but there was one thing he needed to know. “Race?” he asked
A Father's Work is Never Done (Serial Killer AU/ CLOSED/Allfornorway)
The young girl had no idea why her father had suddenly moved them into the woods. Nor, exactly why, he had now decidedly spent so much time in his new large wooden shed.
At the age of about twelve now, she hadn’t even gotten the chance to go to school. Very vaguely did she remember going to school when she was even smaller than she was now; though she had been hastily pulled out. It was mainly just homeschooling now-Bits and pieces of homework and a few lessons here and there from her dad. She enjoyed it at first, but, now it was tiring feeling this isolated.
Don't bother me while I'm in there.
She remembered those words as she let out a sigh; her eyes resting upon that one big mystery just in front of her.
Don't you ever go in that shed, do you understand me?
How could she possibly resist at this point though. They had stayed here the longest and so maybe whatever that was in there was helping them remain in one place. Her young mind wandered with the possibility of her dad being even an inventor! He probably had some of the coolest things in there and didn't want to show her until he was done or something.
While her dad was possibly in the house and distracted-She just decided to go for it. Stepping closer and closer, she felt her stomach whirl around anxiously. Maybe just one peek, just one little peek.
