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this series is still reigning as one of my all time favorites. ugh thank you thank you thank you for making me fall for touya and for continuing to rekindle that love with each chapter <3

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can you take me far away somewhere i can rest my head // can you take me far away from here? // and I fall down deeper // down deeper

Chapter 14 - far away from here

a/n ; whew okay, I wrote this in a frenzy because I wanted to get it out for Touya's birthday. This chapter is pretty plot-heavy, and I'm eager to push the story forward because I have so, so much planned. Also sheesh this chapter took forever to get out, between work and medical emergencies writing hasn't been my priority. My apologies!

warnings ; unedited, canon-typical violence, but otherwise nothing really. words ; 4546

That night Touya got an urgent phone call from the doctor. Something about fingers, an army, and Gigantomachia. You were instructed to rush and meet up with the rest of the League just outside of Deika, and Ujiko even paid the fare for a car to take you there. The unspoken words and conversations that hadn’t been had were put on hold as things were moving faster than expected. There was one thing you knew for certain: Touya had no idea how to dress inconspicuously.

Between his half-assed civilian outfit, and his normal villain attire it was easy to pick him out of a crowd and clock him as some sort of shady guy. Those assumptions, while correct, were supposed to be avoided at all costs during your transport.

You rode in silence the whole way. He wasn’t one for idle conversation, especially in tense times like this, and he’d already told you as much as he could.

The plan was to lure Gigantomachia into the city, make your way to this tower and rescue a man named Giran. You’d heard stories of him, his involvement with your little organization, but had never met him face to face before. Touya seemed rather fond of him, though, as much as he could be at least.

Apparently this Meta Liberation Army had kidnapped him, cut off some fingers and now you were supposed to go and take him back. The plan of luring Machia into the city apparently came about because the entire population is part of this army, so getting to your target was going to be difficult.

Really, Touya didn’t want you there. He didn’t want you to get involved and potentially injured, and in the circumstance you’d make it out unharmed, surely you’d have to use your quirk. And that really didn’t sit well with him. Nobody else should be able to taste your blood like he did, nobody else should experience the rush of euphoria that came about from it, nobody else should touch you.

He was being possessive, he knew it, and he knew it was selfish to do so considering his master plan of ditching you when things got too heavy. But the thought of anyone else being so intimate with you made his blood run cold.

Your journey took you up a mountain, and the car parked to let you and Touya out to meet with the rest of the League, who were already there, chatting amongst themselves. More precisely, Toga and Twice were chatting, while Shigaraki sat leaning against a great oak tree. Mr. Compress was standing beside Toga, listening to her conversation with Twice, and with the addition of you and Touya, your little party was as full as it was going to get.

Upon seeing you, Toga spun on her heel and all but threw herself into your arms. “Y/N! It’s been so long I missed you so much!” she cooed, and before you got a chance to respond to her, Touya was peeling her off of you by the collar of her coat.

“Keep your hands to yourself, weird girl,” he said, though his voice lacked any real malice.

After a few warm welcomes and a few not so warm welcomes, the plan was laid out for you, once again.

“We have no idea what they’ll throw at us,” Shigaraki said, looking worse for wear. His hair was messier than before, his body covered with dirty and blood and who knows what, and there were great dark bags under his eyes. Just what had he been through while you and Touya were out rendezvousing?

“So, be prepared for anything. Y/n,” he turned to address you, “Since you’re virtually useless in a fight, stay with someone who can keep you from kickin’ the bucket.”

You nodded, and Touya draped a protective arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. This open affection was unexpected, but not unwelcome. However, it earned a few curious looks from your comrades.

“She’ll stay with me.” Touya said plainly, and there were no arguments.

The city of Deika was nestled among the mountains, rather secluded, but still large enough to be impressive. The seven of you took a moment, surveying the area, a quiet contemplative air surrounding you.

“This is the place, huh? Not too big, not too small,” Spinner mused, never taking his eyes off of the sight before him.

“I love the atmosphere!” Twice chimed in, then, “It pisses me off!”

“T-minus one hour and forty minutes until it wakes up,” Compress reminded, “It looks like we’ll have to do some fighting ourselves before Machia shows up.” At this, he removed his mask, allowing him a better view of the city.

“Let’s hope he makes it, this could get pretty rough…”

Touya was frustrated. What was the point of all of this? He was going to have to fight, you were going to be put in danger, and they were going to lead that big guy out here, for what? What was the fucking point? He had better things he could be doing. Spending more time with you, for one, and working on more Nomu, for two. More plotting on his revenge, for three.

But no, he was forced here, alongside you, to do Shigaraki’s bidding. He reached up with one hand, rubbing the tension from his neck.

“Man, why did I get dragged into this, too?” he said with a scowl. You nudged his side with your elbow gently, and he simply swayed in place.

Just then, you were being tucked away again, shielded from something you couldn’t see.

“You were introduced to the league by Giran, too, weren’t you?” Twice yelled, retracting his tape measure that he’d whipped out to try and reprimand Touya with.

He glared at Twice, loosening his hold on you, but not letting you go. “Why does that matter?”

Twice geared up for another attack, cocking his arm back and just as he was about to launch his makeshift whip, Toga spoke up.

“Someones coming!” She shouted, and the mood shifted immediately. Sure enough, there was a great cloud of dust being kick up as something approached, putting everyone on high alert as they took positions, ready to fight. You stood at the back of the group, beside Shigaraki who looked as if he’d fall asleep on the spot.

This wasn’t good, if someone already knew where you were, knew what you were doing, doesn’t that mean the worst? Would they kill Giran for sure? Are they coming to kill you?

“Stop!” A booming voice halted everyone in their tracks as the owner skidded to a stop just before crashing into Touya. You heard Spinner mumble something about a hero, and you peered around to get a better look at the man.

A bald man with a well-built body is what you saw, he had a strong jaw and wore what was definitely a hero costume.

“I have been sent here as your guide!” He said, excitement lacing his tone, “If you’d like to talk to the leaders of the Liberation Army, please come with me!”

You all exchanged uneasy glances, then simultaneously looked to Shigaraki. He grinned, stepped forward between you, and wordlessly began to follow the hero. Compress, Twice and Spinner were the first to follow suit, followed by Toga, then you and Touya, who lagged behind just a bit.

“Stay close to me, doll,” he said lowly so that the others couldn’t hear, “I’ll keep you safe, but who knows what these freaks have cookin’.”

It wasn’t long before you were walking the streets of the city, though it felt surprisingly empty. There were no cars zooming about, or kids on bicycles, or even pedestrians strolling along. It was eerie, and tension felt thick enough to cut as you followed whoever this man was. Surely, he was leading you right into a trap.

“This entire city,” Shigaraki started, only to be immediately interrupted by a man a few yards away from your group. He was average height, with black, slicked back hair, and wore a suit with a heavy overcoat and sunglasses. Standing just behind him was a tall woman with blue skin and purple hair. The sclera of her eyes were blackened, and her irises were blue. She wore a fur-lined red coat and pencil skirt.

“It is as you suspect! This is Deika City, 90% of the residents here, heroes included, are soldiers of the Liberation Army. It’s a ‘Liberated Area’ so to speak,” the man said, “A hearty welcome to our distinguished travelers from afar! Today is a day that will go down in history. And you are all the guests of honor! Now then, shall we begin? The Special Abilities Liberation Army’s Resurrection Festival!”

As soon as the final word left his mouth, it was as if the city came alive with civilians and heroes alike as they swarmed toward you from seemingly nowhere and everywhere. Touya threw one arm out to protect you, ushering you behind his back as he readied to defend.

“If you’re looking for the broker, he’s with the supreme leader, waiting up in that tower.” Though you couldn’t see it, you imagined he’d gestured to whatever this tower was. Someone lunged to your left, and Twice was quick to punch them out of the way. A flash of heat in front of you told you that Touya had defended from another. Things were chaotic, you felt dizzy.

People came at you from all directions, there were shouts, calls of names, and above everything you heard Shigaraki’s voice calling for you to head to the tower. Your leader walked beside you, passed you, and someone ran towards him with a scream of his name. In an instant they were no more as Shigaraki simply ran his hand through their body, turning them to ash.

With a hand clasped around your wrist, Touya tugged you to follow him as he followed Shigaraki. You ran, mostly with your eyes closed as your heart pounded in your chest, only aware of the occasional shout and burst of heat. Your ears rang, you clenched your eyes shut as tightly as they would go, and you just ran, until suddenly you crashed into Touya’s back.

“Well, if the boss is joining in the fray, then I guess I can too,” his voice rumbled, though he wrapped an arm around to make sure you were still there, you wondered how much of his words were for whatever enemy stood before you, and how many were genuine.

“Just idling around without killing anyone has never been my style…”

Before you had a chance to process, there was a loud crashing from ahead, followed by a pleasant ringing like glass breaking, and Touya stumbled back. You were nearly knocked over, but managed to step back just in time.

“Touya?” you asked, view still blocked as you were practically buried in the back of his coat.

“Stay behind me, find somewhere to hide just out of range if you can. It’s ice.” was all he said, and you did as you were told. Straying not too far, you hit behind a public trash can. It wasn’t the most glamorous of hiding places, but it was the closest you could find that might offer some defense against his flames.

You kneeled, tucked your limbs in on yourself to make yourself as small as possible, and covered your ears. Your heart was beating way too fast, your breathing was ragged. With everything going on you hadn’t stopped to think about yourself, and now that you were just sitting while Touya took on this ice-quirked enemy, it’s like everything hit you at once.

This isn’t good, you were dangerously close to having a panic attack, and that’s the last thing they need while trying to fight their way to their friend. You inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds, and exhaled slowly, using the technique you’d practiced countless times in order to calm yourself. Panicking right now would do nothing for anyone, and only hinder Touya, you reminded yourself.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. You did the best you could to steady your nerves. Dealing with Hana was one thing, it was one person, and you knew what you were getting into. But this was wholly and completely different. Numerous people with numerous quirks coming from any and every direction, blasts of super hot and super cold meant you couldn’t regulate your temperature. You were vaguely aware of a familiar voice shouting something you couldn’t understand.

You were a healer, you were not made for fighting, especially not this level of fighting that felt like an all-out war. Were the others okay? Was Touya winning? You could peek over your trashcan, but that’d give your position away. The smartest thing to do would be waiting for Touya to come and get you.

Loud footsteps caught your attention, and you feared the worst. Someone was coming to kill you, and Touya was too busy fighting this ice guy to notice or help. You’d have to fight for yourself, or be killed, and if you didn’t succumb to Hana, you sure as hell weren’t gonna let some no-name random do you in.

Glancing around for a weapon, you found an old, rusty piece of lead pipe. It’s not perfect, and you aren’t the strongest, but it’ll work well enough, surely. One good hit across the temple, or to a shin, or a groin, and it should buy enough time for you to high-tail it out of there.

“Dabi!!” the person approaching shouted just as he came into view. Thank the heavens, it was Mr. Compress. There would be no bashing some potential murderer’s shins today,

“We underestimated him!” Compress’ voice was frantic, urgent as he stopped just beside you, sparing a wayward glance, “He wasn’t even fighting seriously against us! Gigantomachia is unstoppable!”

Oh.

Shit.

Was it time already? For the great beast to come barreling through and hopefully fight against the droves of enemies?

“Shigaraki is in danger! Finish that guy off already!” As soon as the words left his mouth, Mr. Compress was kneeling down beside you. “Hey, y/n, you okay? You’re not hurt?”

You shake your head, grateful for his kindness, “I’m okay, are you?”

Now that you get a good look at him, you notice half of his mask is blown off, and overall he looks a little worse for wear.

“I’m alright, but I’m worried about Shigaraki since Machia just showed up. Dabi should be wrapping this up now, and he’ll be back to keep you safe, okay? I’m going to go try and help Shigaraki.”

And with that he was gone, and though your anxiety should have kicked into overdrive, somehow you felt calm. Like all the nerves from before had vanished thanks to Mr. Compress’ kindness. Also knowing that a bigger, and more viable opponent was currently going on a rampage meant that the attention would be off of you and Touya for the time being, and that also gave you comfort.

A rush of cold, and you watched as the ice user skated away on a great swathe of ice, and Touya was by your side in an instant. “Man…” he said, helping you to your feet, “I was about to burn that asshole to a crisp, too. You alright?”

Relief washed over you now that you were back with him, and you couldn’t help but to sling your arms around him and smush your face into his chest. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Touya wasn’t one for hugs, he wasn’t one for any affection, really. He didn’t get any growing up, and he sure as hell didn’t get any once he became Dabi. He is a man who has only known cruelty, and yet when you wrapped yourself around him, as if he was your savior, his heart beat a little funny. He liked it, probably too much, and it was awkward in the way he gingerly patted you on the back.

He wanted to return it, wanted to be affectionate out here in the open for anyone to see, but it felt wrong. It made his skin crawl. People would think him soft, and that is the last thing he needed, as unfortunate as it was

“Alright, alright, let’s get going. The boss might’ve kicked the bucket for all we know,” he took your hand again, and the two of you made your way down the street, following the path of destruction.

You didn’t get very far before the announcement came, Shigaraki Tomura beat Re-Destro, by some miracle, and all members of the Liberation Army are to follow his, and thereby the League’s command.

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Re-Destro has money, and with money comes many things that you and your comrades had been sorely missing. New clothing, for one. Good food, for two. And a safe, warm place to sleep, for three. An entire section of their base of operations had been cleared and reserved for you, but with that came an interesting predicament.

Everyone was provided with a bedroom of their own, which would have been a great and wonderful thing, except for the fact that you felt weird and lost without Touya there with you.

The bed was cold, and felt empty. Even when you and Touya had sat in silence, it was still nice to have company there, but now that it was just you, it was almost like you didn’t know how to function on your own. You’d come to rely on Touya for so many things, but most of all, companionship. And now, faced with the truth of your loneliness, you felt hollow.

The shower was nice, though, the hot water stayed hot and helped you feel a little less melancholic, and it gave you the opportunity to really get a good look at yourself and how you’d healed since Hana.

The scars on your back were mostly gone, the only remaining sign of the horror you’d been through. It almost felt lackluster. You’d survived all of that suffering, all of that pain, and all that was left were memories, nightmares, and those thin, straight lines etched into your back.

Things were changing, that you knew for a fact. Everyone was fired up with the new changes, and revolution loomed on the horizon. But you fell into a slump. You hadn’t seen Touya since they’d given you the rooms, partially because you’d neglected to even leave yours. But, well, he hadn’t exactly come to seek you out, either. Maybe he was sick of you.

The nightmares were the worst, though. Vivid recollections of the horrors of your past resurfacing when you should be sleeping peacefully. The memory of your father, that night with Hana, and conjured images of Touya. Touya turning his back on you, leaving you behind, telling you he hated you, laughing in your face.

You missed him. It’d only been a few days, but you’d spent weeks with him before now, and suddenly he was nowhere to be found.

He missed you, gods he missed you so fucking much. He thought he’d go mad without you, thought he’d burn the whole damn place down. But what he was doing was important, and you were understanding, right? You’d be okay for a few days without him, right?

But would he be okay for a few days without you?

This was important, the footage from his video had been sent over, and he was helping Skeptic put the whole thing together. Including clips and well-timed zooms, all things he couldn’t have done by himself. It had to be perfect.

His staples were tugging though, the ones on his back that he couldn’t reach, and he hadn’t slept much in days, and he’d barely eaten. He wasn’t doing well, really, without you there to take care of him. It’s good practice, he reminded himself, for when I finally go through with this plan. She won’t be there to make life easier for me, it has to be this way.

But, still, he found himself pacing outside of your door late at night, debating on knocking, debating on coming in and seeing you. He wanted to, so fucking badly, but wasn’t it better this way?

It was when you opened the door just as he was about to leave that you finally crossed paths again. He looked rough, tired and worn.

“Touya?” you questioned, voice small.

“Hey doll,” he responded. Oh, how relief washed over him upon seeing you again, he felt himself relax, the tension leaving his muscles already, “It’s good to see ya.”

“Yeah…” You shifted, tugging at the hem of your shirt idly.

“How you been? Good?”

You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with unshed tears, and you bit your lip. Getting mad at him would do little more than serve to make things worse between you. This wasn’t the first time he’d left you feeling forgotten, too, but last time it was a misunderstanding. Perhaps this time would be as well.

“I missed you,” you said quietly, and the sudden urge to rush to him and sling your arms around him and kiss him overtook every other thought in your head, and you almost did it. But those words broke a dam in Touya’s mind, and before you had a chance to act on your impulses, he was striding towards you, backing you into your room and closing the door with a kick.

It was sudden, and his hands cupped both of your cheeks as he searched your face for refusal, and upon seeing none he pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was so much different than any other kiss you’d gotten from him, sweet and needy, screaming words he didn’t dare speak. I missed you, too. Oh, gods, how I missed you.

It seemed like every time Touya kissed you, you discovered something new about him. That he had the capacity for so many varied emotions, that he expressed them through his actions – his kisses.

He pulled you closer to him, dropping his arms around your waist to crush you against his chest as he kissed you more, deeper. His tongue darting out to taste you, finally, after so many days apart. And it’d only been days, really, but the time without each other felt like an eternity. An empty, lonely eternity.

He was so warm beneath your fingertips, too, as you idly traced the staples running along his clavicle, melting into his kiss. This felt like home, you realized. Being close to him, kissing him, touching him, just being with him. It was the closest to home you’d had since your father died, and you never, ever wanted to be apart from him again.

After a long moment he parted, his arms still secure around you. He’s such an idiot, running back to you after just a few days and losing his composure like this. He’s frustrated with himself, but fuck he missed you so bad. Maybe his plan of separating from you was a bad idea after all, maybe he could be selfish, greedy, and monopolize your life for his own comfort.

Because it still rang true that he couldn’t imagine a future without you. And as he gazed into your eyes he let himself imagine a life with you for what felt like the hundredth time. A life where he taught his children how to use their fire safely, where you were there to kiss him every morning and every night, where he got to hold you and tell you all the things he’s been holding in all this time.

He should tell you, at least, for the sake of honesty. Or for himself. The reason didn’t matter as much as telling you just how much you meant did, but as he tried to say them, they lodged in his throat.

How unfair it’d be to you, when he finally left, to rip that love away from you. How cruel it’d be to hurt you like that, so instead Touya swallowed hard, letting his eyes drop to the side. If he still couldn’t tell you those words, then he had to show you he cared, somehow. He needed to. He felt like his feelings towards you were burning him up from the inside.

“Missed ya too, doll.”

Did you hear that right? Did he really admit to feeling the same way? Sure, it’s something you’d tell even just acquaintances or friends, but you knew how difficult voicing these things was for him. And it spoke so many volumes that he missed you so badly, he had to say it.

In response, you did what you’d been wanting to do the entire time; you threw your arms around his neck, tangled your fingers in his hair, and kissed him again. Letting your actions speak for you, the way he did so often. He was quick to hold you tighter, to pull you with him until he was sitting on your bed and you were straddling his lap.

It reminded you slightly of that time all those months ago on the veranda, only this time he was yours. He was yours.

The realization flooded through you, made your heart flutter and butterflies swim behind your naval. He was yours, and you were his, and neither of you needed words to describe it or explain it. It was just the truth between you.

Once you break the kiss, Touya drags you to lay beside him on the bed, throwing a blanket over the both of you as he pulled you into him. Your forehead pressed to his, watching as his eyelids fluttered closed and he sighed deeply, relieved. If this is what he wanted, to just be close, you could give him that. Hell, you were grateful it was just this, just simple. It showed you just how much you meant to him, and you smiled.

“What’s that look for?” he questioned, though a grin of his own was tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I just… really missed you.”

Touya chuckled, giving you a squeeze, and kissing the very tip of your nose.

And it was then that he realized, too, being with you was the closest to home he’s ever felt. Even when he was a child, he never really felt like the Todoroki estate was home. But what else could describe this feeling in his chest? This sense of belonging?

It must be that. And he felt himself giving in to the part of himself that wanted to be selfish. That wanted to keep you close to him, without letting you go. That possessive self that craved your touch, that needed to have you by his side or else he felt wrong.

Who would have thought he’d end up here, with you, making progress finally towards his goal? It almost felt like a dream, and if it were a dream, well, he hoped he would never wake.

Getting to be here with you like this, just two people who cared for each other, was as close to perfect as he figured he could get.

You were perfect.

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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still a few days left to submit for my event if you’d like!! the ones i’ve gotten so far are so cute🥺

'I Heard This Song and Thought of You' 300 Event

I'm sure many of us have thought about songs that remind us of our favorite characters. While talking with a few friends the other day, I raised the question, "What song do you think would remind your favorite character of you?"

To celebrate both this blog hitting 300 and my return to Tumblr, I've decided we should find out what song makes them think of you. Thank you all so much for being here. I'm so excited to be back to putting out content for everyone. I love you dearly, xoxo.

What I'll need from you:

Tell me about your selfship! What's the dynamic like? How did you meet? What's an ideal date for the two of you? What's your idea of quality time together? Anything you wanna share to give me a clue into your relationship, I wanna know! Can be characters from BNHA, Haikyuu, or JJK.

Mooties! You pick two (if you'd like).

What you'll get in return:

A song that reminds your fav of you! It's the one that makes their heart beat a little faster, because every time they hear the opening chords the first thing that always comes to mind is you.

Submissions will be open from today, 1/13 until Saturday, 1/22. Songs will be posted Sunday, 1/23. All posts regarding this event will be under the hashtag #ihtsatoy.300event I can't wait to read about all of your selfships! They make my heart so full.

#ihtsatoy.300event #kisseswithkai #updatewithkai #reblogwithkai

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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while i’ve been gone @touyaspeach talked me into what has now become my big fat polyship…so naturally she made some art for me and i ADORE IT. introducing the sendai sweethearts💚

pspsps alsoooo she has a few commission slots left open!! her comm info can be found here

#selfshipwithkai #should i make a tag specially for this poly bc im probs gonna post about it all the time???#hmmm #i mean yeah #sendaisweethearts #there we go

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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AHHH DARLING YOU'RE BACK!!!

YESSS I HAVE RETURNED FROM WAR

but in all seriousness i’ve missed you love, i hope you’re doing well <33

#chatwithkai #mootswithkai

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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'I Heard This Song and Thought of You' 300 Event

What I'll need from you:

Mooties! You pick two (if you'd like).

What you'll get in return:

A song that reminds your fav of you! It's the one that makes their heart beat a little faster, because every time they hear the opening chords the first thing that always comes to mind is you.

#ihtsatoy.300event #kisseswithkai #updatewithkai #reblogwithkai

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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tsukki may not have been in my bed but @my-chestnut was in my dms….so that’s gotta count for something right?

just woke up this morning and once again tsukishima kei isn’t taking up the other half of my bed. it’s a crime, truly :///

#shitpostwithkai #mootswithkai #xoxo.sarah #woke up to being sent a meme about frogs and everything #twas a treat #truly

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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just woke up this morning and once again tsukishima kei isn’t taking up the other half of my bed. it’s a crime, truly :///

#chatwithkai #shitpostwithkai #gmorninggg everyone

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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'I Heard This Song and Thought of You' 300 Event

What I'll need from you:

Mooties! You pick two (if you'd like).

What you'll get in return:

A song that reminds your fav of you! It's the one that makes their heart beat a little faster, because every time they hear the opening chords the first thing that always comes to mind is you.

#ihtsatoy.300event #kisseswithkai #updatewithkai

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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i genuinely nap everyday...and am ready to go to sleep for 9:00...how do i get anything done i deadass sleep all of my free time away LMAOOO

i think sleepy girls should be allowed to hibernate

#chatwithkai #mootswithkai #xoxo.moth

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kisseswithkai · 2 years

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good news...i'm alive

hi all! i'm back to announce (once again, lol oops) that i'm okay and doing well! looking back, i realize that i should have officially declared a hiatus to avoid confusion, but things ended up getting so hectic for me that i didn't really think about. sorry about that! in other news though, i recently got a new job that has a set schedule versus a weekly rotating one like my last job. this will allow me more reasonable hours at work and the ability to have scheduled postings each week! for now, i'm planning on posting major works on sundays (and i'll pop in during the week to chat, reblog some works, etc.), but if that schedule changes at all i'll post an announcement to let ya'll know. i've missed writing and all of you so much, so i'm thrilled to be able to get back into the swing of things!

also, i hit 300 while i was gone?? thank you all so much??!?! with this new milestone and as an appreciation to everyone that's stuck around after all of this time, i've decided that i'll be hosting an event of some kind, i'll be posting later with more details. again, thank you, i love you, and i can't wait to get my blog back up and running again. sending smooches!! xoxo, kai

#updatewithkai

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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Red Means I Love You

a collaborative piece for Wheel of Misfortune

The alert of the emergency broadcast system blares through the chaos. Zombies, like you've seen in horror movies, have become a reality. In a fight for your life, how will you and your husband, Denki Kaminari, stack against the odds? Will you flourish together in the zombie apocalypse, or will you crumble as you try to survive?

collab prompt: Kaminari x zombie apocalypse x blood

Special thank you to @cyancherub for letting me partake in this collab! Check out the other talented writers and fic release dates at the Wheel of Misfortune Masterlist.

Thank you to @katonshoko for betareading!

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Characters: Denki Kaminari

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: fem bodied reader, NSFW content, dark content, intercourse, blood kink, vore, body horror, death, emotional regression, implied suicide (not explicitly mentioned)

July 22, 2020

It was your anniversary with your husband, Denki Kaminari. On that day, the two of you were celebrating one very happy and successful year of marriage. You can still remember the way he rolled over that morning, pulling you to his bare chest and kissing your temple with a raspy, “Morning, Mrs. Kaminari.” As his comforting aroma of sandalwood and chocolate hit your nose, you felt yourself relax into his hold. His skin was warm, soft, a lovely contrast to the cool, silky sheets you laid beneath.

“Good morning, handsome.” You replied, running a hand through his blonde, bedridden hair. Even having just woken up, he looked as marvelous as always. Eyes shimmering in the early morning light that seeped into the room, skin gently tanned and his lean, muscular frame pressed against you. Waking up to him like this, top half on display in favor of his shirt hanging off of your frame with sweatpants low on his hips, was the perfect way to start your day.

“One year today!” Denki mumbled with a grin plastered to his face. He grabbed your left hand gingerly, toying with the rings on your finger. You grinned wildly as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your ring finger just below the band of the rings. The engagement ring was beautiful, a modest diamond with each of your birthstones embedded into the silver band on either side of the rock. It shimmered magically in the early morning sunlight, accompanied by a silver wedding band that matched Denki’s, each with each other's initials engraved on the inside. You wore both everyday, to you he couldn’t have chosen more perfectly.

“I love you, Denki.”

His eyes shot up from your hand at your words, golden orbs searching your face with adoration.

“And I love yo-”

The moment was interrupted by a loud crash coming from the front door of your apartment. You gasped, clinging to Denki’s bicep at the noise.

“What was that?” You breathed as the two of you sat up in bed.

“I dunno, but it sounds like someone’s out at the front steps.” He whispered back.

There were several more bangs against the door, causing you to cower into Denki’s side. His hand found yours that still held tightly to his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he gently untangled himself from you.

“I’m gonna go check out that noise. Wait here, ‘kay?” He said, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded, eyes wide with fear. He was always like this, quick to act as your knight in shining armor to help put you at ease. Just as Denki was about to turn and leave, the television lit up, the shrill siren of the emergency broadcast system ringing into the room. The words that flashed across the screen made your breath hitch.

ZOMBIE ATTACKS RAMPANT IN THE AREA. AVOID BEING BITTEN OR SCRATCHED. HUMANS ARE BEING TRANSFORMED INTO ZOMBIES AFTER SUCH CONTACT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

“It- it can’t be! How can this be possible?” You asked shakily. Another loud bang against the door caused you to pull your knees to your chest.

“Just wait here, we’ll figure this out. I’m gonna go take a peak at whatever is outside and we’ll go from there.” Denki said as calmly as he could, resuming his original route out of the bedroom and towards the front door. He hesitated as several more loud slams caused the door to rock in it’s frame at the impact, but with one final deep breath he closed the gap between him and the thick wood, peeking cautiously outside. When he saw what was on the other side of the door, he swore he could hear his own heartbeat. Dead, mangled flesh in human form was throwing it’s own body haphazardly against the door, mouth hung open with rotten teeth on display. And the smell, god the smell! Old meat mixed with the bottom of a garbage can, the stench lingered through the door. Denki backed slowly away from the door, breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

“It can’t be!” He mumbled to himself, trembling hands raking through his hair in disbelief. Denki flinched every time that- thing- threw itself against the door. He was frozen on the spot, heart pounding and breathing heavily with fear…

Until the sound of glass shattering in the bedroom erupted through the air, followed by one of your high pitched screams that he’d only ever heard on your dates to haunted mansions around halloween time. This one was more real though, more blood curdling.

Denki’s head snapped to the sound of the commotion, and finally his feet were able to move.

“Baby!” He yelled, running as quickly as his legs could carry him back to the bedroom. Denki crashed into you at the doorway of the bedroom, and he immediately enveloped you into his arms and pulled you tightly to his chest. A sheen of sweat had covered his bare skin, but neither of you took notice as you stared at the horror that was infiltrating your bedroom. Another one of those wretched beings had managed to smash it’s way through your bedroom window, which you were now realizing was currently one of the downfalls to living on the first floor, and was trying to climb its way inside. It’s smelly flesh was getting caught on the jagged glass of the broken window, pulling its flesh apart until blood and guts were dripping down its body and onto the wooden floor below. You gagged at the sight, the smell, everything, threatening to spill your own guts as the monster continued to forcefully crawl inside. The beast groaned mindlessly, reaching out a bony, disgusting hand towards you and Denki.

“Oh god. What do we do?” You whimpered, unsure of whether you wanted to not take your eyes off of the monster before you or bury your face into Denki’s chest. The loud knocking against the door never let up either, making you jump every time the zombie smashed into the front door behind you. Gulping loudly, Denki found himself moving again, his body seemingly on autopilot as he grabbed an old baseball bat from his closet and swung at the zombie halfway through the window as hard as he could. The length of the bat kept him just out of arm’s reach of the zombie, and the metal connected against the thing’s skull with a sickening crack. The zombie groaned pitifully, but Denki just kept swinging until it’s head was split open and disgusting, purple brains started to spew out onto the bedroom floor. With a few more hard swings, the zombie’s limbs fell limp and it ceased to struggle forward.

“It’s just like the movies,” Denki said in disbelief, curling his upper lip at the zombie blood and brains that stained the bat, “You’ve gotta take out the zombie’s brain to kill it.” The persistent banging on the front door knocked you both out of your daze admiring the zombie guts seeping across the bedroom floor.

“We’ve gotta get out of here...fast. Grab a few things, only the essentials, and we’ll slip out through a different window since we’re on the first floor.” Denki instructed. You nodded knowingly, and both of you hustled about packing your own backpacks with the few things you could think of to get by. Hurriedly stuffing a small variety of clothes, first aid supplies and medicine, some full water bottles, granola bars, a flashlight, and a pocket knife into your bag, you were too frantic to think of anything else before you heard Denki calling out to you. He had retrieved his sneakers and yours from next to the front door, and you slipped your shoes on with your heart in your throat.

“Whatever we have will have to do for now, we’ve gotta go!” Denki panted, fingers curled around the baseball bat with one hand and his other secured around your arm as he practically dragged you over to a seemingly safe window at the side of the apartment. Denki eased open the window as quietly as he could, then stuck his head out to look around. There were no zombies in sight at this shadowed side of the building, so he handed you the bat and lowered himself out the window, landing as quietly on his feet as he could. Denki reached up to retrieve that bat from you, then grabbed you by the waist while you braced your hands on his shoulders so he could lower you to the ground too. With your hand clutched in his, he bent down so he could mumble into your ear, “We just have to make it around the corner to my motorcycle, then we’ll ride the fuck outta here.”

You nodded, his breath hot against the side of your face, yet chills were running down your spine. And then you were running. Time seemed to slow, noise seemed to cease to a deafening silence, fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins. As you rounded the corner to the front of the building, the sudden intrusion of the sun nearly blinding, your breath hitched at the sight. What was once a calm, desolate road had been overrun by a scene straight out of a horror film. There were beasts crawling all over the street, well into the double digits. They were banging against doors and walls, smashing through windows, dragging around those horrible, rotting bodies as they infiltrated the roads and sidewalks around each building. Screams could be heard all around, many of them echoing through the air. Were those people scared? Hurt? Dying? Being eaten? In the middle of the road a few buildings down, a man who was more than likely too brave and cocky for his own good, surrounded by a huddle of the zombies as they tore his body apart. He shrieked out, eyes wide with blood dribbling from his mouth as they feasted upon his skin, his insides, making scarily quick work of the man’s body until there wasn’t much more left than bone. If Denki hadn’t kept forcing you along, you would have stood and watched on in horror, then more than likely been their next victim yourself.

The two of you made it to Denki’s motorcycle, and he grabbed onto the handle as if it were a safe zone in a game of tag. He swung his leg over the bike, then yanked you on behind him.

“Hold on tight!” He hollered over the commotion. As soon as he felt your arms wrap around his middle, the motorcycle roared to life and he floored the gas pedal, whipping the two of you out of the parking lot in front of your apartment complex. Risking a look back, you saw a particularly mangled looking zombie standing on your front porch, still throwing all of its body weight at the door. You returned your focus forward, hugging your body impossibly closer to Denki’s as the disaster whirred by around you. The noise of the bike had piqued the interest of many of the monsters, but luckily your ride moved much quicker than they could, and Denki was doing an exceptional job of swerving and dodging the few zombies there were mingling in the street. Once you were away from the center of the chaos and out on the open road, you hooked your chin over Denki’s shoulder so he could hear you over the noise of the wind.

“What are we gonna do?” You asked shakily, hair whipping all around you as he drove. Denki let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“I think we should get out of the more densely populated areas, for starters. Hopefully I’ll be able to fill up my gas tank somewhere along the way, but for now at the very least I’ve got about ¾ of a tank, which isn’t bad. We’ll find a place where there aren’t many people where we can hunker down until this whole mess blows over.”

You let your head knock gently into his, as you found just sharing his space seemed to put you more at ease.

“Okay, that makes sense. I just… I can’t believe that this is real and happening.” You croaked.

Denki turned his head just enough so that he could kiss your temple before returning his eyes to the road.

“I know, this whole thing is insane. But hey, we’ve got each other, so I know that we’re gonna be okay.” He reassured you. His words made a smile creep across your face. Leave it to Denki to force a smile out of you in the middle of a zombie apocalypse when you were just running for your life five minutes prior.

“Oh!” He blurted out suddenly, holding up his left wrist to you, “I noticed this when I was packing and grabbed it for you, since I figured it may not be on your mind and your hair is going all over the place right now.”

Wrapped around his left wrist was your favorite scrunchie, which you gratefully took from him.

“Mind holding on to me for a sec?” You ask. With the same arm, Denki reached around behind him to wrap his arm around your waist, pressing you tightly to his back so you could use both hands to scoop your hair up and out of your face without the risk of being bumped off of the back of the bike.

“Thanks,” You mumbled once you were finished, moving your arms to hug him once more, “And hey, Denki?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you so much, you know that?”

You could hear him chuckle happily in front of you.

“I love you too.”

October 17, 2021

“Lovely weather for today, folks! 65 degrees with clear skies with a crisp breeze, it really does feel like fall. The Southern Region continues to stay a hot spot for attacks-”

Click.

You sigh, turning the knob of your beat up radio in hopes of finding a station playing some music instead of having to listen to the daily report. It takes a few stations, but finally you flip to one that’s playing some soft rock. As the tune pours out throughout the space, you find yourself lost in thought.

October 17th. You’ve been surviving through this hell for a little over a year now. You still remember it like it was yesterday, the day that the whole world was thrown into chaos. How could you forget? It was your anniversary after all, which was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life. Instead, life as you’d known it had been flipped upside down. You and Denki had managed to find an abandoned, run down shack in a clearing where you can only assume a house or barn of some sort used to be. Judging by the leftover ash spots and the charred grass, the place had likely burned down and the rest of the property was abandoned. It worked out in favor of you and Denki, thankfully.

While the zombie apocalypse was still new to the world, you and Denki had managed to stock up on containers of gasoline as you traveled to keep his motorcycle running for nearly a month. It’s been sitting next to the shack for some time now, empty and useless, but before then Denki would make trips into the surrounding towns to ransack shops for food, clothes, weapons, supplies, and any other necessities. The two of you have made out pretty well because of how quick you were to act in the beginning. You know that many others were less fortunate, especially when Denki had managed to get his hands on some wooden planks, a hammer, and nails to fix up the holes in the sides of the old shack.

You remember that day well too, as Denki’s muscles pulled taut with every swing of the hammer. To combat the summer heat, Denki had ditched his shirt, and hell if he didn’t look good. Sweat had collected up on his brow and was pouring down his chest, and all you could think about was licking it off, running your hands along his body to get a feel for each muscle along his chest, stomach, and arms yourself. When Denki paused for a quick break, reaching up with both hands to push his hair out of his face, then grabbing a water bottle with one of his large hands that was littered with protruding veins from his efforts, you could swear he was doing it on purpose. He looked over to you from where you sat several feet away, carefully cutting a shirt you’d ripped open in the woods on a pricker bush into bandage strips and towels for the two of you to use. Denki sent a wink your way with his classic, upturned grin to match, then returned to work. With his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus as he hammered, he looked as endearing as ever. You pounced on him as soon as he was finished fixing up the holes in the shack, the heat between your legs became too much to bear as he laid you beneath him on the dirty, beat up mattress on the floor.

That was the first time you fucked in the shack. It was rushed and desperate, with lots of clumsily tugging off each other's clothes and having your tongues shoved down each other's throats while hands roamed and clawed. Denki had set a brutal pace, hips snapping hastily into yours with his arms resting on either side of your head caging you in. He kept his forehead pressed to yours while he looked fondly into your eyes, only moving to occasionally capture your lips in a kiss. When Denki felt you start to tighten around him, he slid a hand between your bodies to thumb furiously at your clit. You threw your head back, high pitched squeals of his name leaving your parted lips, and Denki could have cum on the spot. But he resisted, because with him you always finish first. He’s never fully satisfied unless he knows his girl is too. He needs to feel you throbbing around him, needs to hear you moan for him. As soon as Denki felt your body shudder and you grabbed onto his arms for something to hold on to as your orgasm washed over you, he pulled out and was cumming all over your chest with a groan and a few more pumps to his cock. He had kissed you all over as he cleaned you up that night.

“I can’t be getting you pregnant when the world is like this, but someday once this all blows over, I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.” Denki had promised with a mischievous glint in his eyes and one last kiss to your tummy.

That all feels so long ago now, as you’ve grown accustomed to your little shack in the middle of the clearing. Sometimes you even find yourself having a hard time remembering what your old apartment even looked like. Now, all you know is this little fort that you and Denki have worked to make your own with a mishmosh of collected and stolen items to “furnish” the space.

Through the creaky door, immediately on the left is a bucket used for washing up, with a small stack of towels folded next to it and a mini drying rack Denki had swiped from one of his trips to a convenience store that could be folded up and stored away in the corner when not in use. On the right sits a small table, more like a rickety old nightstand than anything, with two stools where you and Denki sit to eat together and listen to the radio. Against the back wall lies the infamous mattress on the floor, with your guns hung on the wall above you along with Denki’s trusty baseball bat leaned against the wall right next to the mattress for extra precaution. A small collection of each of your respective belongings, nestled in milk crates that were left inside the shack when you arrived, sit on the floor next to your sides of the bed.

The shack came with a few other items inside that have since become of great use to you and Denki. An axe, which Denki puts to work chopping up firewood. A large spool of rope, which has been useful in many ways, most notably to hang a tarp that was also left inside from the ceiling to catch any leaks the roof may have. The beat up radio, which, with a bit of coaxing from you and Denki in the beginning now works fine. On the outside of the shack is a rusty water pump, which admittedly doesn’t produce the cleanest water, but it still provides water close to the fort nonetheless, so it’s worth the tradeoff of having to take the time to boil off the water and wait for it to cool.

Overall, with the distressing nature of the zombie apocalypse, you can’t really complain. You have a sturdy fort to keep you out of the harsh weather conditions and away from the prying hands of zombies, a decent stockpile of canned foods and a few other animal meats that Denki has hunted down, a working radio to keep up with reports and broadcasts as they come in from major zombie apocalypse strongholds, a few guns accompanied by plenty of ammo to keep any wandering zombies near the fort at bay, and a doting husband that works hard everyday to keep you safe, satisfied, and provided for.

You flit about the space, tidying up the small area and returning things to their proper places. Last night, a gangle of zombies frazzled you and Denki as you slept, causing both of you to wake up and fumble about clumsily for your guns. The two of you successfully took out all five zombies while shrouded by darkness, but it left the shack in disarray when you scrambled to grab and load the guns. This is what you bring to the table. While Denki goes out to collect supplies and tend to the more laborious jobs that need doing, you keep the easily cluttered space in order, food ready to eat, guns loaded, and clothes hemmed. Setting the small table that was knocked over back on to its feet, you hum along with the music as you collect up the radio and all of the eating utensils that had been perched atop of it. The news anchor from earlier certainly is right, it’s a perfect fall day. The cooler air leaves the inside of the shack a perfect temperature, rather than a sauna during the summer months and an icebox during the winter. Still, you hate to spend so much time dwelling on the shortcomings of the shack because you know that you’d be much worse off without such sturdy shelter.

While you’re in the groove and the floor is looking as decluttered as it ever will, you take the opportunity to fish out the old broom you’ve obtained to sweep up the dirt and other grime that’s collected up with time from the creaky floorboards. You’ve garnered yourself an alarmingly large pile of dirt when you hear heavy footsteps approaching the fort at a swift pace. You drop the broom in exchange for your pistol which stays near your side of the old mattress on the floor. You double check to make sure it’s loaded, then creep over to the door to listen and anticipate your next move. The footsteps are definitely headed full speed ahead towards the shack, but can a zombie really move like that? It is possible that you have a runner on your hands, but even still their steps usually hit awkwardly and less consistently than this. It’s very possible that there’s a person on the other side of the door, and one that isn’t half-alive-half-dead. If that’s the case, why are they making a break for your fort? Are they in danger? Are they looking to ransack your fort for supplies? With your back pressed firmly against the wall next to the door, you do your best to slow your breathing and clear your head. You have to be prepared for anything. You attempt to get a peek at who’s outside through a small crack in the wood. What you aren’t prepared for is seeing a flash of that bright blonde hair you know so well.

A series of loud raps against the door cause you to flinch. It seems all too familiar to that day…

Then Denki’s voice is calling out to you.

“Baby! Baby!” His breathing is forced, coming out in a sort of wheeze, “I need you to listen to me.”

“Denki, what’s going on?” You ask worriedly, moving to unlatch the lock on the door.

“No! Don’t- don’t open the door.” Denki shouts after hearing the familiar clink of metal on metal through the other side.

“What are you talking about? You sound frantic, and it isn’t safe for you to just stand outside-”

“And it won’t be safe for you if I come inside!” He cuts you off. You pause, drinking in his words.

“W-what...what do you mean?” You stammer, quieter this time. There’s a pause, followed by a heavy sigh.

“I- shit! I got bit while I was out collecting some twigs to use for firestarters. I was dealing with one that got a jump on me from the front, and one of his buddies snuck up behind me and bit me real good in the side.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth at his explanation, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to remind yourself to breathe.

No.

No no no no no.

“Listen to me, there’s- there’s nothing we can do. You have to kill me, shoot me in the head before I can transform and hurt you or anyone else.” Denki’s voice wobbles at the end of the sentence, and you can tell just from listening to him that he’s fighting tears himself. You clench the gun even tighter in your hand.

No.

“Denki, please, I can’t!” You sputter, letting all of your weight fall against the wall. Your legs feel weak, useless, your stomach is turning.

“You have to! There’s no other option here!” He argues back. You shake your head violently at his words, despite him not being able to see you.

“I can’t accept that! How could you possibly ask me to do away with you like that? Besides, you should still have a few minutes before you transform. I-I need to see you Denki. Please.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and the tears really begin to fall. Through the door, you can hear Denki inhale sharply. Whether it’s from pain or as a reaction to your words, you aren’t sure. “I can’t do this without you. God, please, Denki. Just let me see you. Let me hold you.” You plead.

Your head feels fuzzy and your heart is pounding. How can this be? Is this really going to be the end for your husband? Will he really die here, in just a few minutes? As you try to process the million thoughts that are running through your mind, Denki remains silent on the other side of the door, the only noise to be heard is his labored breathing. You take the silence as the go-ahead, and with shaky hands paired with watery vision from your tears, you manage to fumble the door open.

The sight on the other side of the aged wood causes your legs to buckle, and you fall to your knees with one hand clasped over your mouth, the other still clutching your gun. There’s blood. So much blood. You swear you can feel it, smell it, taste it, from where you’re huddled on the floor. There’s so much. Too much. It oozes out of his side with every heaved breath, dripping from between the fingers of the hand he has clasped desperately over the bite. The bite is so big, so deep, and everything is so red.

He takes a step forward and his body gives, just narrowly leaving him enough time to catch himself with the door frame. The wood creaks under the effort, and you know you need to get him inside and settled. You force yourself back to your feet, and somehow your legs are only hardly better at holding you up than his are. You have to be strong though. You have to be, like Denki always is for you.

Gently holding on to his unscathed side, you’re able to guide Denki inside to sit him down on one of the chairs by the little table. Blood escapes with every movement, leaving a trail of bloody footprints and large splotches in your wake. He’s lost so much blood. Too much bl-

“Hey,” Denki’s strained voice interrupts your thoughts, “Not here. Sit me down in the- ugh- back corner near that sturdy metal pole in the wall. You should tie me to it just in case. We don’t know exactly how long we’ll have until I transform and I don’t wanna risk being able to jump on you.”

He looks at you with such concern, as if he isn’t the one toying with death. He’s always been like that with you, always putting you first even when he most certainly doesn’t have to. Right now, you hate him for it.

“So what? You just expect me to treat you like you’re a fucking animal?” You shriek. You don’t mean to. This is getting too insane. He’s hurt, in pain, the last place he should be is tied up on the floor. “Please, you’ve gotta! I could hurt you.” Denki reaches out with a wobbly hand to cup your face, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear in the process. You lean into his touch, and your heart breaks all over again. He’s your person, your rock, your light. After all you two have been through together, how can you possibly live on without him by your side? You allow yourself only another moment to cry into his palm, and then you nod agreeably. Time is of the essence, and he’s being calm and comforting despite everything happening. He deserves to have that same treatment in his final moments.

Clumsily, you’re able to sit Denki in the corner with his back slumped against the wall. Grabbing some spare lengths of rope, you thoroughly wrap the rope around his wrists to his midriff, securing the whole section of his body to the pole like he suggested. Lastly, you bind his ankles together for good measure. You sit back on your heels in front of him, gently tugging on the rope to admire your handiwork.

“Is it too tight?” You ask as gently as you can muster. He smiles at you weakly.

“It’s perfect.”

Fuck, he looks so pale. How is that bite still bleeding that badly? How much blood does he have? Hell, how much has he lost?

Lost.

Losing.

You’re going to lose him. You need him. You can’t do this alone.

Without thinking, you climb into his lap. Your head is spinning. You need a piece of him to carry on. Denki can give it to you.

Denki, Denki, Denki.

You fist his hair, forcefully pulling his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. You can feel him hum against you in protest, but the rope combined with your iron grip on his hair keeps him locked into place against you. You straddle him, careful not to lean any of your weight on his torso, instead opting to sit down right onto his thighs. You slip your tongue into his mouth and kiss him some more until you have to part to catch your breath.

“Give yourself to me one last time,” You pant, your forehead pressed to his, “Fuck me! Give me your cum! Then maybe I’ll be able to keep a piece of you.”

You’re shaking on top of him. You’re frantic, and you hope he can tell how desperate you are for him. His eyes search yours, shifting from side to side as he drinks you in. Never have those golden eyes looked so dull, so tired. With a deep breath, he’s surging forward to fit his mouth to yours once more.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let yourself melt into the feeling of him. His tongue slides against your bottom lip to ask for entrance, and you groan as you happily suck the muscle into your mouth. Denki bucks up against you, desperately trying to create some friction for himself. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, his shaft rubbing deliciously against your clit through his jeans. You moan into the kiss, rolling your hips down against him hard enough to make his breath hitch. Your hands roam down his front until you find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to his armpits so you can feel his bare chest with your hands. Half of the shirt is soaked with his blood, and you try to ignore it as it paints your left hand red. Denki whimpers quietly as the material passes over the bite, and you wince at the noise.

“Sorry.” You mumble, taking great care in avoiding the area as you feel over his toned chest and along his abs. Denki shakes his head at you.

“It’s alright. Just, ah, please fuck me. I’m not sure how much time I have.”

You chew your bottom lip. As much as it hurts to admit it, you know he’s right. You stand to slide your pants and underwear off in one go, discarding both thoughtlessly next to you. Next comes your shirt, and you don’t miss the way his eyes widen as he gets a good look at your tits. If it weren’t for the given circumstances, you’d probably giggle at how simple he is. Then you kneel back down to unzip Denki’s jeans, pulling the denim and his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. Even on the verge of death, his cock is as pretty and swollen as ever. He squirms against his restraints as you line up the tip with your sopping pussy. You press down onto him slowly, both throwing your heads back as you swallow him up.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as ever.” He comments, his parted lips releasing bated breaths each time you drop down his length.

“Nghhh, Denki!” You mewl, leaning forward to nip and suck at the skin on his neck. He tilts his head to the side to give you more access, all of the noises he makes being groaned straight into your ear. He’s going to go out with hickeys that you leave littered across his neck, even as a zombie he’ll be yours. And after he fills you up, makes your tummy bulge with his hot seed, you’ll be his.

Denki’s cock fits inside of you so perfectly, it drives you insane. You pick up the pace, the lewd fap of skin on skin filling the shack as you ride him. Everytime your hips slam down on to his, small streams of blood spurt out from his side, spraying on to your body and the floor below you. It’s sickening how warm and thick your husband’s blood lays on your skin, but you can’t even bring yourself to care. Instead, you bring your hands to tweak at your nipples, moaning at how the blood lubricates your sensitive nubs as your fingertips slide and twist over them. You have to be insane. Your hands are sliding down your own body now, further smearing Denki’s blood along your skin. It’s hot to you somehow, and you can feel yourself getting wetter the more your hands smooth along your front and over your thighs. You thrust yourself down even harder on him. You wanna color Denki red too.

You’re fucking crazy.

Denki moans below you, deep and hearty.

“You look so fucking pretty. Shit, I wish I could touch you.” He puffs, struggling weakly against the rope. You want so badly to untie him, but you know you shouldn’t. You probably only have mere minutes left with him.

“You still feel so- mmm- so good!” You reply, somehow bouncing even faster. You need to make him cum. Need to feel his seed deep inside of you. You run your hands down his chest — red, streaky marks forming in your wake. Then you grab at his hair once more, tugging at the roots in the way you know he likes. It coaxes another whine from him, and he's desperately working to meet your thrusts with his own. He’s getting close.

More. Faster.

You smash your mouth against his, kissing him for probably the last time in your life. You can feel the tears begin to well up again.

“I’m so fucking close.” Denki whispers against your mouth.

“Cum for me.” You command in return, forcing him as deep into you as he’ll go. You rub frantically at your clit, a combination of your slick and Denki’s blood coating it perfectly as your fingers circle over the area. You clench around him at the added pleasure, and feeling your velvety walls tighten around him is enough to tip Denki over the edge. Pushing his hips up into you so forcefully that Denki is able to lift both of your hips from the floor, he spills inside of you, coating your walls white with his seed.

Denki slumps back down, eyes lidded as both of you attempt to catch your breath. Denki coughs until blood starts to dribble from the corners of his mouth.

“Shit. Shit.” He mumbles, his body beginning to tremble.

You wipe the blood from his chin, lips wobbling as Denki finally lets tears of his own spill.

“You’ve gotta get away from me baby, I’m-” Denki is cut off when he gags, then throws up a foul smelling mix of blood and familiar purple zombie guts.

You force yourself off of his lap with wide eyes, raking your blood-caked hands through your hair at the sight. He looks back to you, neither of you willing to break eye contact.

“You’ve gotta promise me that you’ll kill me and live on.” Denki’s voice sounds so forced, and it kills you.

“I’m so scared. How am I supposed to do this without you?” You sob. Denki musters a weak smile just for you, just like he always does.

“You’re my girl, you’ll figure it out.”

Then he’s throwing up again, another alarming amount of purple and red. He looks back to you one last time, his pupils so dilated that you can hardly see the gold color of his eyes.

“I love you always, Mrs. Kaminari.”

“I love you too, Denki, so much.”

As soon as you get the words out, his head cocks violently to the right, eyes rolling back until you can only see the white of his eyes. A concerning choking noise bubbles from his throat, and saliva mixed with blood spills from his mouth. His whole body twitches about similarly to his head, and his veins bulge beneath his skin. All you can do is stare in horror as he body seizes and swells until one of the veins on his forearm finally bursts from beneath his skin, spraying copious amounts of blood all over you and the inside of the shack. You wipe the hot liquid from your face with a shrill scream, then push your body backwards on your hands and feet until your back hits the far wall with a hefty thud. Vein after vein forces its way from Denki’s skin, each sending streams of blood shooting about the inside of the cabin. It dribbles down the wall, dribbles down you, dribbles down him, and the ominous dripping of the blood rings through your ears and rattles around in your head as pools of it form all around you.

The choking sound coming from Denki increases in volume, then melts into an inhuman scream that’s deep and hoarse. Starting at his chest and quickly moving outwards, his skin bubbles into little welts that are a purplish brown in color. Then those are popping too, splitting apart his skin even further just like his veins, leaving the outer layer of Denki’s skin ruptured and dead-looking. His blonde locks wither into darkened, wiry strands poking every which way from the top of his mangled scalp. The skin of his lips crackles and then flakes off, until only a grey and crusted over outline of his mouth is left. The whites of his eyes fade to a similar grey, then burst open and spray purple zombie sludge all over the floor in front of him, leaving his eye sockets empty. The twitching of his body ceases, then all of his limbs slump over. Dead.

Time seems to come to a screeching halt. Your chest heaves with each breath, and you find yourself gasping for air. Your body quivers as you try to take in everything that just happened. You feel wet, dirty, drenched head to toe in Denki’s blood and purple zombie guts. You blink it from your eyes, can feel it sloshing around in your ears, cringe as it squishes between your toes, flinch at the copper taste in your mouth. How could you have liked this just moments ago? You’re filthy, and all you can feel as you stare at your zombified corpse of a husband is an overwhelming numbness.

You’re fucking crazy.

Then he groans, sounding just like the zombies you’ve spent over a year battling. His head lifts to face you, body creaking as it twitches back to life. Back to life. Can it even be considered back to life?

Zombie Denki shifts weakly against the rope, it’s whole body unsuccessfully lurching towards you. You wouldn’t even be able to tell it was Denki if it wasn’t for the silver wedding band still worn on his ring finger.

Then you lose that too, as the wedding ring slides easily off his finger that has been reduced to bone barely covered in a layer of dead flesh. It clatters against the wood floor, and you aren’t sure whether or not to be grateful for the way it cuts through the noise of the dribbling blood, or of the low grumbles coming from the monster that used to be your husband. You quickly realize that you shouldn’t be grateful, because it officially means that every single piece of your husband is gone aside from the cum that’s nestled between your legs, though much of it has leaked down your thighs and on to the floor below you. The floor stained with red, purple, and now white. Denki is gone. You’re not just freaked out beyond belief.

You’re fucking crazy.

You remember the promise that you made to Denki right before he perished, then scan the room for the gun you ditched some time ago. You find it not far from you on the floor, equally as covered in Denki’s fluids as you are. You pick it up, grimacing at how slippery it feels in your palms. With unsteady hands, you point it towards Denki- no, towards the zombie across the room, still struggling mindlessly against its constraints. You grit your teeth, your finger toying with the trigger as you try to will your hands to still enough so you can aim for its head.

You have to kill it.

But it’s your husband.

Denki is dead!

But it’s still his corpse!

It’s nothing but an empty shell of what once was.

And so am I without him.

You lower the gun at the mental back and forth, tapping the cool metal against your forehead.

You’re fucking crazy.

You raise the gun once more, hands trembling even more violently, hiccuping between sobs.

You have to kill him. Kill it.

But you can’t.

You’re fucking crazy.

There’s nothing left for you here. Not without Denki. Human Denki, that could always make you smile, even in the most trying of times. Not without the man that you fell in love with, that you cuddled up to each night and woke up to every morning. Not without the man that would consider your favorite scrunchie as a necessity as the world falls apart. Not without the man that would do anything for you, including remaining as positive as he could for you when he was the one that was dying. Without him on this Earth you have nothing. You drop the gun for good, and it hits the floor, but this time it isn’t enough to drown out the dripping blood, the zombie’s howls.

Crawling a few feet over to the door, you fumble with the metal fastened to the wood until you hear it click, meaning it’s locked. Then, with the last of your strength, you approach the fumbling zombie on clumsy hands and knees. If you can’t live on without him, you’ll just stay here with him in this half-dead-half-alive limbo.

You situate yourself on to the monster’s lap like you had with Denki earlier, reaching up to cup its face with one hand while you work apart the knot in the rope around its wrists with the other. It wastes no time chomping on the hand which briefly flitted against its cheek. The flesh feels brittle to the touch, but your attention is quickly pulled to the pain of it gnawing into your healthy skin. Then its hands are set free, and it’s grabbing you, pinning you to the ground as it munches up your arm and to the meatier part of your torso.

You can’t even muster out a scream as it chews you open. You feel so numb, so heartbroken. There’s so much blood that you can’t even tell which is yours and which is Denki’s anymore. Your vision blurs as it shoves its face into your split stomach, chewing greedily on your organs. It’ll be over soon. You’ll be back with Denki soon. With the last of your strength, you lift your left hand to admire the rings on your finger. They’re so covered in blood that you can’t even make out the shimmer of the gems anymore, but you don’t care. You love Denki. You vowed to be together through sickness and through health. This is the right choice, he couldn’t possibly expect you to keep the promise. He’ll understand. Your eyes close as it moves to bite your neck.

You’re fucking crazy.

#icymi <3 #smutwithkai #tw: vore #tw: death #kaminari denki smut #denki kaminari smut #kaminari smut #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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i’m sick as all hell so i might just mess around and drop some comfort one shots?? might end up napping all day instead?? who knows???

#chatwithkai #anyways how are y’all doing??

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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gooood morning it’s a lovely fall day to spend simping over tsukishima kei💘

#shitpostwithkai #this man owns me #OWNS ME #wanna go on coffee dates with him

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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liking and rbing my mutuals posts isn’t enough. we have to get married.

#shitpostwithkai #it’s true #mooties if ur seeing this please accept my marriage proposal #i’ve got the ring pop ring and everything #i’m on my knee(s) for u

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kisseswithkai · 3 years

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Red Means I Love You

a collaborative piece for Wheel of Misfortune

collab prompt: Kaminari x zombie apocalypse x blood

Special thank you to @cyancherub for letting me partake in this collab! Check out the other talented writers and fic release dates at the Wheel of Misfortune Masterlist.

Thank you to @katonshoko for betareading!

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