#pls have a fabulous day and stay safe! drink water!!

[inkykeiji]

OMG THWT WAS SO GOOD!! i read that so fast! if u continued on i was worried i would cry,,,ahhhHHHH i love tag!keigo so very much

aw i’m so so glad you enjoyed it, anon bb!!! thank you so much for taking a moment to send me your feedback, it truly means the world to me 🥺🥺 i appreciate you a ton!! <3

[inkyclive]

just wanted to say that the little yandere joshua thing you wrote has got me on my knees, j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ it was so good!

aw thank you so much!!! <33 this really means a lot to me hehe c: thank you for taking a moment to let me know ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

[inkykeiji]

helloo :)

can i get thirst + 1950s kei hehe

prompt: thirst series: 1950s au warnings: historically inaccurate 1950s au, reader is female, ur in keigo’s lap for pretty much this entire piece, a very spit-slicked kiss words: 1.3k

absolutely!!! thank you so much for requesting him hehe c:

“It’s another hot-hot-hot one out there, folks! Twenty-eight degrees, with temps climbing into the mid-thirties, and a humidex of thirty-six,” the voice on the radio cackles, stuffed with static. “Be sure to keep those bodies cool and those throats hydrated!” 

Gosh, when is this heat wave gonna end? you’re murmuring to yourself as you push past the swinging screen door, a glass pitcher of freshly made ice cold lemonade in your hands, droplets of condensation already beginning to stream down the curved sides. 

“Hopefully this can help quench your thirst,” you set the pitcher down on the rickety wooden table next to Keigo, holding a glass steady as you pour, sure to get a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon, just how he likes it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he takes the glass from your hands, grateful, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“So?” you rock a little on the balls of your feet in anticipation, keen eyes watching his Adams apple bob as he swallows a mouthful. “How is it?” 

“Mm,” he hums as his hands encircle your waist, pulling you down into his lap, the plastic of his lawnchair squeaking beneath your combined weight. “Perfect, as always.”

He noses along the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly as he plants sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your damp flesh. The light summer breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree on your front lawn, twining through the full branches, caressing your saliva-slicked skin and leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation in its wake. Sighing, your body relaxes against Keigo’s as your head tips back, exposing more of your neck to him.

“That nice?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice smooth and thick like caramel. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes still closed. “Feels good.” 

You feel him lean away for a moment, taking the heat of his mouth with him, ears pricking as teeth clink against glass, as ice clinks against teeth. Then he’s back, an ice cube cupped in his tongue, frosty and frigid as it drags across your feverish skin. 

The unexpected cold makes you jump, and Keigo chuckles—a deep, velvety sound that vibrates against your flesh—as he licks up the notches of your neck, ice gliding with his tongue, slow and purposeful.

Chills erupt across your body, back arching just a little and pressing further into his touch, powerless to stop the soft mewl that spills from your lips. 

He takes his time with it, unhurried in his ministrations, thorough in his work, each caress of his tongue meticulously thought out, sure to cover every inch of exposed skin he can easily reach—the nape of your neck and the blades of your shoulders and the column of your throat—until the cube has fully melted, leaving a mess of watery saliva painted across your skin in large, wide strokes.

The icy tip traces your jugular vein one last time for good measure, up, up, up, traveling along the edge of your jaw to the lobe of your ear, and shivers skitter up your spine, sending a wave rippling through your flesh. 

“All done,” he purrs in your ear, breath still chilled from the ice. 

And you just can’t help yourself, suddenly parched for him, twisting in his grasp and capturing his lips. Hands splayed wide on either of his cheeks, you tug him closer, fingertips hooking behind the hinges of his jaw, nails sinking into his skin, leaving behind shallow crescents. 

He tastes sticky-sweet, a syrupy film of vanilla cola still clinging to his tongue and lacing his spit, complemented by the slight sour tang of the lemonade. Your tongue curls around his own, sucks it into your mouth and scrapes your teeth across the surface, desperate to swallow down whatever you can of him, to steal just a stringy piece of him and hold him in your tummy, close to your heart. 

A keepsake, while he’s away. 

Finally, you part, with glimmering lips and spit-slicked chins, chests heaving together with ragged little breaths.

“Wow,” Keigo chuckles, the word wispy, eyes shining bright like two starbursts of topaz. “What was that for?”

“I, um,” you turn away from him, suddenly shy, settling back against his body and tucking your face into your shoulder. “I just—I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you admit softly, a slight pout in your voice. “I know it isn’t fair, but...” 

But I want you all to myself. But I miss you like crazy when you’re gone. But it’s true. 

“I understand, baby,” he leans his cheek against yours, short stubble scratching your sensitive skin, and squeezes you to his chest, tight and secure. “You know, you could always come with me...”

“Keigo, please, don’t start—”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I,” you pull back to look at him, shifting a little in his lap. 

Holding his stare, your eyes search his, shimmering topaz ever-changing in the late afternoon sun, flickering with the sunbeams streaming through the fluttering leaves, casting shadows and shapes on his face. He gazes back just as steadily, nothing but sincerity brimming in his eyes, and your lips tug down. 

Fingers brush back the golden curls saturated in sweat sticking to his forehead, carding through the unruly strands in a rhythmic motion, eyes following their movement.

He catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm. 

Keigo’s been attempting to persuade you to quit your job for a while now, to abandon the life you worked so hard to build, painstakingly from the ground up and with your own two hands, to throw caution to the wind and come jet-setting with him around the world despite the fact that you know next to nothing about his work—nothing about his elusive and mysterious job that requires freshly pressed and finely tailored tuxedos, that pays six figures, that allows him to have a two-storey house and a 1957 cherry red Chevy Bel Air and a collection of glittering Rolex watches—despite the fact that, technically, you aren’t allowed to. 

“You know I’d love to, but my job at the diner—”

“Isn’t necessary anymore.”

“Is important to me,” you continue, voice firm with conviction. 

You know he doesn’t exactly get it, why you’d want to keep working a broke-down job at a shitty little mom & pop malt shop when he can now provide for all of your needs, and more, but this job holds a certain type of sentimentality.

Because it’s something that’s yours, something you earned all on your own, accomplished through your own volition and hard work, something that enabled you to claw your way to freedom.

You love the grease, the way the scent of fresh-cut fries and sizzling cheeseburgers twines through your hair and carries home with you. 

You love the sticky milkshakes and melty sundaes and ostentatious banana splits, the way they always seem to perpetually stain the tips of your fingers, tinging everything with sugar. 

You love the speckled white tables and the glittery red booths and the checkerboard floor, the way your regular customers’ eyes light up when they spot you.

You love it all, so dearly. 

“I can’t just leave.” Not now, not yet, not until you’re ready to let go. 

He doesn’t exactly get it, but he doesn’t need to. 

It being important to you is already enough reason for him.

He glances up at you through thick gold lashes, thumb pausing in its quest to pick off a chip of peeling white paint from the table, holding your eyes for a moment before giving a resigned nod, shoulders slumping ever-so-slightly in another defeat. 

“Ah well,” he sighs with a shrug, pulling you back to his chest and cradling you in his arms, chin resting on the crown of your head. “It was worth a shot. One of these days you’ll finally say yes to me, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Yeah,” you murmur softly, arms curling around his own and hugging them to your torso. “Maybe one day.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested it. It won’t be the last; not until you finally say yes.

But you think you’re alright with that. 

[inkykeiji]

No literally clari same like thats what touya-nii looks like in my head at all times lmao. Honestly thats how i picture all iterations of him like his fluffy hair, his height and build is smaller compared to his brothers and dad. His cheesy up to no good smile 🍓🍓

yes strawberrie baby yes!!!!!! me too!!! hehehe i was genuinely just talking to my best friend about his hair like a day or two ago and how i always picture him with those messy, fluffy tufts because as much as i love his hair in the manga, it literally defies physics and he'd need to use at least half a jar of gel on it a day to get it to look like that in real life, minimum.

and the smile is so sweet!!! like you know he has the fucking cutest shit eating grin ever; adorable and charming and mischievous all at once, his golden ticket, his master key to get out of any situation, any semblance of trouble or scolding, promises with that grin and a matching glint in his eye that he won’t do it again, he swears, pinky promise <3 and even though that sharp glimmer half-embedded and drowning in sapphire says otherwise, everyone believes him anyway, because he’s so alluring, almost enchanting in a way, full of mystic and mischief. everyone believes him, because they want to, irregardless of the fact that they know it'll hurt them eventually, stab them right in the back between the notches of their spines and twist, with touya laughing gleefully, melodic and ringing with notes of malice, as he does it <3

[inkykeiji]

Hi Clari! It's the Japanese-speaking anon here~ I've been super interested in Touya's name because it's so pretty and I love the way it's written in Japanese. The "tou" in his name is used in the verb "to light", but different version of the verb can also mean "to be light" (something is). Now, at first I assumed "ya" was what it meant at face value- arrow. It seemed a really noble name! I could understand why he was proud of it. But did you know, Clari? It's also used in "retaliation". It has a double meaning! He's the flame of retaliation, lit by his father. He is also the fire of retaliation. And that's a perfect description, I think. Touya is retaliating against his father, the way a child would.

hi hi!! <33 i LOVE his name too oh my gosh it's just so smooth??? like it flows so beautifully and it's so nice to say!!! no, i did not know this anon oh my gosh!!!!!! wow that's so interesting!! horikoshi and his details man i swear to god. i completely agree with you!! i think that is extremely fitting! thank you so much for sharing this with me, anon!! <3

[inkykeiji]

For 'the admit' post

- 3 just because it's spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And just because I don't want you to stay alone in the rain, I took someone's virginity but I didn't know that that person was one. But well I could tell that something was wrong if you know what I mean (//ω//)

3. have you taken someones virginity?

does it count if he also took mine?????? if so yes! i have!

make me admit stuff!

[inkykeiji]

hi i’m new to the blog but wanted to know ur pronouns

sorry if u already stated them!!

hello!! welcome!!! <333 my pronouns are she/her or they/them! whichever you prefer <3