dragonkink | Dragon Ball Kink Meme

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The atmosphere was too romantic now. Desperate, and that came hand in hand with something else that came in hand. He rolled over and found the box under his bed.

Now the fighter was just tempting the worst fate, but couldn’t seem to stop from digging through magazines he’d hidden and not read for so long now; prehistory artifacts. They looked so flat and boring now. Fake bodies with staples separating them. How could they compare to his goddess showing up in flannel and boots and Chapstick? Now, that got him through the next five minutes, and she really deserved this revenge/insidious masturbation. Just enough to take the edge off. It would trap her here for a little while longer, while she waited for him to get ready again.

Strangely thrilling this time, as it hadn’t been since Krillin was a teenager. His right hand had more relevance and skill. Imagination honed, but now it was looser, sweeter. He was a reborn into someone better, someone with a partner, a person no longer expected death the following week, and he was no longer even bald. A new man. Now he masturbated and waited for a woman that would probably maybe show up and even have sex with him.

It was the perverted version of waking up the next morning after he’d been literally revived. Sunlight even new beauty, dawn lovelier than ever after a sunset that was awe inducing. There same warm peace he’d felt that first time Eighteen had stopped by to all but assault him on the beach. Sand all over and embarrassing him later while he dusted it off in the living room and then went upstairs to pass out.

Krillin still had not told a soul what they did.

He was certain that it was the same for her. Maybe she whispered it to herself or wrote it down in a journal or called anonymous numbers to reveal her feelings to strangers but he wasn’t certain. Her brother couldn’t know because he hadn’t tracked Krillin down and beaten him to death with his own genitals.

Self-pity was always followed after lust. That still hadn’t changed. Fall asleep with his hands down his shorts, pouting and depressed. But this time it would be surrounded by chocolate and candles and on a bed of roses. Like he’d really been treating himself right, and then wrong. Maybe the others would come back early and find him like this. Take pictures like that time he’d gotten drunk during a party and awoken on a front lawn of one of Bulma’s neighbors. ‘Please leave or I’ll call the cops.’ Krillin had been too hungover and shirtless to explain.

Dawn stabbed him in the eye much like that long evening. But it was even worse this time.

Eighteen hadn’t even broken in to write rude notes to stick on him with glue. Her version of love letters, and he kept every one, even the ones that were morbidly violent.

Downstairs, his roommates were chomping at cereal, and he could never explain why he looked so depressed. “Why is there chocolate on your back?”

“I really don’t know anymore.” Krillin sighed into the milk.

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