#kelin's ramblings

[kelin-is-writing]

me, everyday, after waking up and not finding my pussy full to the brim with dabi’s cock:

[stxrmylxve]

@kelin-is-writing i saw your comment and figured you might like this too lol. i read your rules btw and i really hope this abides by them, i legit triple checked

pairing: dabi x reader with a thigh-riding /corruption kink and he’s videocall so a bit of indirect exhibitionism?? not really tho lol

”so… you’re a virgin?”

The question was dropped like a bomb that cracked the ground separating you and dabi, one wrong answer and it would break and end it all.

“ehm.. yeah.” you say quietly as you avoided his gaze, but he couldn’t help but to crack a smile.

“poor thing, missing out on so much.” he chuckles as you shoot him a glare.

“you’re the one that has one-night stands every day of the year. one day you might actually get someone pregnant you know.” you deadpan as you gaze out the window to settle down.

Dabi checks the time and turns back to you, grabbing your attention by the sound of him patting his pantleg.

“what?” you asks, eye flicking to his pantleg and back to his face, just enough to catch his subtle grin.

“experiment.” is all he says as he picks you up and places you on his leg.

“huh?!” you blab as you turn beet red, placing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself from topling backwards.

“i got a call to be on, but experiment. someone online said it does some shit to you, rubs nerves maybe? i dont know, just try it out. i’ll tilt the camera the other way.” dabi rambles as you turn even more red.

“what if they see me?” you mumble into his sweatshirt as he places a hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“i just said that i’ll tilt the camera, darl’ “ he smiles as you ponder the thought. it was tempting.

“fine. but get on your stupid call first.” you pout as he beems a huge smile, clicking away on his computer to open up the call.

“hey dabi.” shigaraki breaks the silence as dabi waves, toga joining the call soon after.

“it’s going to be breif, dont worry. it’s about a threat..” shigaraki starts, the rest fades out as you focused on yourself.

you checked the camera one more time to make sure it didn’t see, being greated with the sight of dabi’s black screen and his audio off. you smiled slightly to yourself before moving. your eyes went wide and you almost crumpled right there. you only got one thrust in but woah, dabi was right, this hit a lot of nerves.

you mustered up the strength to do it again, this time doing it enough times to set a rhythm. you heard dabi groan above you and you were letting out small whimpers, the perfect harmony to sound out the meeting. a few more thrusts and you were sent into euphoria, trembling as you fell even more into dabi’s arms. he peered down at you with a small smile and looked back up at the meeting.

“good?” he asks, offering his shoulder so you could pull yourself up. you hid your face in his neck as he laughed and rubbed your back. “you made a mess.”

“you suggested it first!” you protest as he smacks your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“you should do that again, get more familiar. you’ll be doing it a lot more soon.”

[mossy-opal]

Allow me to welcome you into the fold with a humble ask. Feel free to answer this however you like. What is your take on what a casual evening with Dabi and/or Shigaraki would entail? (: ♡

Both? Both. Both is Good.

Dabi

A casual evening with Dabi is the best thing. He's not the most talkative individual in my eyes, so when you're together, he's always rather quiet. He just enjoys your presence.

You're more talkative than he is, so while you're both relaxing on the couch, your legs over his thighs, you're reading something and mumbling about the characters. Or, you'll be watching a movie, making little comments here and there.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Why are you so stupid!? Don't go in there!"

"Ugh, this is so cheesy..."

Just know, the whole time, he's looking at you with a small smile on his face and love in his eyes.

Sometimes you catch him staring, and you tease him about it before cuddling up to him. Of course, he'll deny it until the day he dies, his face ever so slightly red, but he doesn't fight against the cuddling.

He loves being close to you.

Shigaraki

With Tomura, I see it being very similar, but not very often. He likes to keep busy because he has a lot planned, so he's always plotting something, planning, or scheming. But, on the off-chance he has a free moment, it's normally spent with you.

He likes to cuddle.

Don't expect to be able to get up and go to the bathroom anytime soon, because he won't let you get up. His arms will always be wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your shoulder. That, or his head is on your lap, your fingers running through his hair. Don't stop petting him, or else he gets pouty.

Unlike Dabi, he's constantly talking to you. Really, he's just happy to have someone who listens. Either he's rambling about heroes and society, or ranting about how his game is unfair and stupid. He likes having long conversations with you, hearing your thoughts and opinions, and he actually likes how you chip in on his plans.

He's not the best at taking advice, but he certainly tries, if only for you.

When he does get time to relax with you, he loves it and hates it at the same time, because he knows it won't last forever.

But they have you, if only for a moment, and that's all the both of them need.

Oki, here is this, feel free to send more~!

Also, be sure to comment if you want to be tagged.

@shadowsandshapes @dynamars @kelin-is-writing @malewifetouya @mothiopal

[veiled-legacy]

When I Woke Up

A SWTOR story set during the early chapters of KOTFE. 

She was asleep for five years and he flooded her thoughts the moment she woke up. After seeing his name on that message, she doesn’t know how to react. What does it mean to dream about someone?

(A romance/friendship story with my Inquisitor/Theron and Koth is becoming a good friend on the Zakuul surface)

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When I Woke Up

It did all feel like a crazy dream. Once again having a sadistic madman in my head mumbling promises of power and seemingly unattainable freedom. Currently residing in a legendary space ship that’s framed into the earth of this strange planet. Watching Marr die. Watching as I stabbed my lightsaber straight through the emperor, no, Valkorion’s chest. Waking up to find, not my ship and my crew… my family, but Lana. Five years. Force, did I wish this was all a crazy dream.

Once everything settled down on the gravestone I decided to check my messages to see if anyone in my crew had tried to contact me over the years. Nothing. Not one message from my crew, but there was a letter from someone I did not suspect.

Theron Shan.

From: Theron Shan Subject: For when you wake up

I’ve written this message twice now. Okay, more than twice. Kinda weird writing something that may never be read. Lana says you’re locked in carbonite, but alive. (Yeah, we’re in touch. Long story.) I like to think you’re having one crazy dream. And maybe I’m in it. But I don’t want to presume. We never really declared what this—you and me—is… was…. Have I mentioned I’m bad at relationships? Another reason I’m a workaholic.

I’m rambling. The point I’m trying to make is—whatever’s between us, I want you to know that I care about you. A lot. The whole galaxy’s lost its mind. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you’re out there, and we’re putting together a plan to rescue you. I might not be there—we’ve all got our parts to play—but I haven’t forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.

A crazy dream… and he’s in it? What we are? We all have our parts to play… our time together…

“Hey, you all set to go?” a voice and hand on my shoulder bolted me out of my thoughts as I quickly turned to see Koth with one hand on the large bag hung over his shoulder and his other hand gently resting on his blaster. His demeanor was easier going and more humorous than I was used to. This coming from a member of the dark council who has a pirate, a very confused Jedi, a blood thirsty Kaleesh, a century old shadow killer and an artifact obsessed historian as her crew. After five years, I could only hope they were all doing well. “Hey, are you okay?”

Koth displayed a certain level of concern on his face which puzzled me. I was a master in many things regarding the force: persuasion techniques, lightning storms, corruption. However, I was a mere acolyte when it came to understanding people.

I was sold into slavery at 9-years-old by my parents. They sold me for money to buy spice, which I discovered years later, ended up killing them. After being sold into slavery, I started working the streets by stealing as much as I could to make money for my master. If I came back without enough, I was beaten. If I was caught, I was beaten. If I came back with too much and upstaged the other kids, I was beaten. Another slave, Kelin, was the only other person who I could remotely resemble as a friend. We shared our small portions of food with each other, tried to double on our blankets at night to keep each other warm and tried to come up with excuses to keep the other from trouble. When our master got Kelin killed, I tore him apart. The Sith who discovered the bloody aftermath explained that I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. The anger inside of me called upon the force that I hadn’t used since birth and caused the lightning that shot from my fingers to mangle him in two.

I was 17 when that Sith took me in to be his slave instead. He trained me enough to keep my power at bay so there was no chance I could split him in two as well. That lasted until I was 21. Someone on the council, who was never identified, had him killed. That’s when they sent me to Korriban to start my real training. That seems a millennium ago now. Receiving any form of genuine emotion leaves me with nothing but confusion. Even with my crew. I talked to Ashara often about many things. She’s the reason I started questioning the Sith and their code. Though I would never consider myself a Jedi, I’m not sure I could consider myself a Sith now either. Andronikos is probably the one person who could get me to actually smile, and that’s because there was no bullshit in our relationship. We drank, we talked about the past and played pazaak. That was it. He was never a touchy-feely person either which is why it worked. Then of course you have the other three in my company. Talos is a good man, but not much for personal conversations. Xalek and Khem, well… Koth is one of the only people I’ve spent time with who actually seems… normal? Other than…

“Of course. Where are we headed to?” I knew we needed parts for the ship, but I left the planning to Koth since he knows the Gravestone better than Lana or I.

“Right… well, I’m reading a lot of different signatures on the surface. Once we leave this beauty, I’ll have a better idea of what I’m looking at here.”

“Then the surface is where we shall go.” Koth gave a quick nod before following my lead off the Gravestone. Our boots echoed across the metal floor of the ship. Static and sporadic electrical trills sounded from the other rooms. She had a long way to go before she was ready to fly again. Once on the surface, Koth lead the way to where he thought the different parts would be. We ran into a few of the creatures lingering around the swampy area, but they were easily disposed of.

A crazy dream… what exactly did his message mean? Yes, Theron and I had a relationship of sort. I flirted, he flirted back. I kissed him, he kissed back. We fought and planned well together, but what did that all mean?

In the past I had slept with many men, but not with the notion that I would ever see them again after the deed was done. Theron was different. Of course, we hadn’t slept together, when would we have had time? While drowning in pirates on Rishi? While fighting off Revan on Yavin? During the destruction of Ziost? No. He was right. There was never a time to talk about what we were. I can’t say I never thought of it. I usually never gave a second thought for the men who frequently walked in and out of my life, but Theron kept coming back. Why did he keep coming back? Why would he be in my dreams?

“Hello… philosopher? Are you still alive in there? The carbonite didn’t fully damage your brain did it?” Koth’s voice brought me back to the task at hand again. As I looked at him I was once again faced with the same look of concern he gave on the Gravestone. Similar to the look Theron gave me before the fight on Yavin. The look he gave me when he found me on Ziost.

“Philosopher?” I questioned.  

“Ah! So, you are still alive! Good. Yeah, philosopher. I don’t know, you’ve had the same look stuck on your face since I picked you up on Zakuul. It’s like you’re constantly thinking about something. Philosophers constantly think about stuff don’t they?”

“In the simplest of definitions yes. They seek wisdom or enlightenment.”

“Well that definitely rules you out then,” I thought Koth’s cheeks would split open from the smirk that appeared on his face.

“Excuse me. Are you implying I am neither wise nor enlightened?”

“I’m just saying you’re currently running around, knee deep in force knows what, searching for ship parts to repair a century old ship that’s stuck in the ground with a guy you hardly know so we can go force knows where to save the galaxy from certain evil. Wise and enlightened are not words I would use in this situation.”

The laughter came out before I could stop it. Koth’s eyes widened as he stumbled back into a mud pile, quickly causing him to fall straight into a pond of murky jade water. His mouth dropped open as his arms held his blaster and half of the large bag over his head above the foot of water he was currently soaking in. My mouth shut as I tried to contain the laughter bouncing around in my chest. I efficiently called upon the force to lift him out of the water and place him on his two feet on dry land. I wrapped one arm across my chest and the other arm covered my mouth.

“I do apologize. I understand I am a grave force to be reckoned with, but I did not think a simple laugh could knock a man off his feet.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect a philosopher to laugh so we’re both a little shocked here.” Koth grabbed pinches of his pants as he shook as much of the water off as he could.

“Have you ever been in love, Koth?” I asked simply.

Koth stopped in his tracks and glanced at me in his bent over position. “Come again?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

Straightening up, he cleared his throat a bit before placing the bag at his feet and crossing his arms across his chest in a manner that stated he was more uncomfortable than defensive. He picked at his jacket a bit as he swayed slightly back and forth. Turning his head to the side and scrunching his eyebrows he responded, “Huh, I don’t think so. Looking back, I’ve always been too busy to ever think about it. Flying has kind of been my life for so many years, no one has ever been able to compare.” Nodding, I looked slightly to the ground, my thoughts back to the letter. Back to the idea of dreaming about Theron. “Uh, why do you ask? Is this some philosophical question?”

Looking back at him, I smirked before thinking about how I wanted to pose this predicament I was in. Explaining battle plans or possible tactical advantages was second nature to me now. I sometimes dream about different battle scenarios, but I’ve never given a thought about what it would mean to dream about a man. To dream about Theron. To want to.

“No. Just curiosity.”

“Curiosity… right.” Koth picked up the bag and dropped it across his shoulder again before looking at the scanner on his wrist to see if he could pick up any other parts nearby. “Well, out of curiosity, have you ever been in love?”

“That is what I am curious about.” I wasn’t quite sure why I was saying these things to Koth or why I even thought this should be a conversation to have now. I do know I lost five years in that prison. Five years of teaching Ashara and Xalek. Five years of drinks I could have had with Andronikos while playing Pazaak in the cockpit of our ship. Five years of stories from Talos. Five years of glorious victories with Khem. Five years… five years of figuring out what this is with Theron. I missed five years.

Kelin once told me I should smile more and open up to others. He said keeping everything to myself and never confiding in those around me would end up killing me. He said it would cause my deepest scars. Of course, he said this after he received his third beating that day, while I hand fed him his dinner in our cold pathetic excuse for living quarters. But more than his wounds, it worried him that I was too closed off. That I was going to live the rest of my life with words unsaid. Maybe that’s why I was opening up to Koth. Maybe I was finally too tired to carry these scars around alone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Once Koth spoke again, he was right in front of me. His hand was gently touching the armor on my shoulder as he looked right at me, no more concern on his face. It was replaced with genuine interest and… friendship.

“Later.” I patted his arm twice before walking ahead of him to return to our original mission. He didn’t question nor pester. His steps fell right behind me as we walked quietly across the swamp floor once more. Right now, that was enough.  There would be time to talk about Theron. With luck, I would be able to talk to Theron again. For now, we need to find parts for this ship, get it in the sky, get an army and take Arcann off that throne.

“Koth?”

“Yeah philosopher?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making me laugh.”

The footsteps stopped behind me.

“Anytime, Kyehna.”

From: Kyehna Subject: For when I see you again

I will be honest from the start and tell you I have written this message a thousand times. When Lana told me five years had passed, I panicked for the first time since I was a child. I did not know how to feel or what to think. Strangely, my first thoughts were of you. Logically, it should have been of my crew or the council. It should have been of the empire. No, instead, I had thoughts of you. They vanished quickly as I was then being chased by Arcann and his entire army, but that story has already been told. If it is not one tyrannical emperor, it is another.

Theron. I do hope you are well. I care for you more than I would dare admit, but you are right. We all have a role to play in this. Lana got me out and has been a vital adviser every step of the way. Koth is a brilliant pilot and strong voice for this cause. Senya has had information that could turn this war in our favor. Even HK has been shooting as many of our enemies down as possible. What I am trying to say is, whatever your role is in all of this, I understand. I can only hope that you come to me in one piece when you are done. Until then, I will wait for you.

I always will.

[kelin-is-writing]

the way dabi sits guys...

[kelin-is-writing]

horikoshi, where is dabi??????

[kelin-is-writing]

i would NEVER cheat on dabi, that would be simply too stupid of me. at most i would cheat WITH dabi, but that's not the point—

[kelin-is-writing]

it's not a good morning. for nothing.

[kelin-is-writing]

i'm sorry for my inactivity, life has been lifing and your girl here is a weak lil shit 😭💀

[kelin-is-writing]

so yeah... my new dabi smut is getting longer and longer by the second—

[kelin-is-writing]

not my boss scolding me today because i didn't smile a lot, like— bruh if i was happy i would smile duh????

[kelin-is-writing]

can't wait for december, this year we celebrating christmas with my grandparents 🤧🙏🏻💜

[kelin-is-writing]

not my new dabi smut being at 2,565 words and the smut part hasn't even started yet... whoops...

[kelin-is-writing]

albanian men are a fucking pain in the ass i swear to god.

[kelin-is-writing]

i need tumblr’s next update to have an option like the instagram one that goes “block [user name] and any other account they might have created”, it would be so useful i swear–

[kelin-is-writing]

do y'all know that feeling when you go to sleep at night where you just know something the next day is going to hurt you deeply? yeah, same.