It’s like flipping a coin with this boy, honestly. His kisses are highly dependent on how he’s feeling that day.
Honey is perfectly capable of giving soft, lingering kisses. When he kisses you like this it usually involves sultry caresses.
It’s moments like this that Honey is mind-numbingly sensual.
On the other hand, Honey kisses can become entirely different in a split second. These types of kisses are usually the result of his temper (i.e. jealousy or annoyance).
Honey kisses become harsh and demanding. He almost completely controls the kiss and hardly lets you come up for air (be prepared you will be groped).
He acts like a man starved in this situation. These kisses are overwhelming and leave a person in a confused daze.
Musashi
At the start of a relationship with Musashi his kisses are rather reserved and chaste, so as to not frighten you away.
However, the moment you begin to get comfortable and take more initiative in your kisses all of Musashi’s reservations go out the window. -they will not be missed-
Musashi makes a point of sweet talking the person he’s kissing. He is cocky as hell and an absolute tease.
More often than not you can be expected to be picked up or sat on his lap (your ass will be groped).
Run your hands through his hair and tug on it a little. No matter how many times you do this he never quite grows tired of it.
Musashi also really enjoys kissing down a person’s neck and leaving hickeys. While he might not be able to see them he is well aware that everyone else can.
His kisses often leave you aching and flushed.
Tsukumo
To put it simply, Tsukumo has little to no experience outside of his acting career. While he has kissed people before (often for a role) he’s never really gotten feedback.
And that makes him nervous. Like, ridiculously nervous.
He wants to be the best kisser possible for his partner so he conducts research (watching movies) and -makes the mistake- of asking Uno for advice.
High key probably practices on his pillow
Tsukumo is clumsy in the first few kisses as he tries to act like Uno rather than himself. Poor boy isn’t quite sure where to place his hands. In comparison to Musashi and Honey this boy is a sweet summer child.
Once he starts getting more comfortable however he starts to kiss more confidently. Tsukumo eventually finds that he adores french kisses.
He prefers holding onto a person’s hips, hands, or face when he kisses them. Kisses on the shoulder, forehead, and palms are also some of Tsukumo’s favorites. Mask kisses are also a thing!
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Runaan x Reader ♠️ While Runaan isn’t really a cuddler, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to be intimate. ♠️ When you’re having a hard time sleeping, he’ll pull you close and place his forehead to yours. He’ll hum softly, and whisper sweet nothings to you. ♠️ He’d make you tea (if you like tea), with a bit of honey mixed in. ♠️ Runaan would try his hardest not to fall asleep while you were struggling to sleep.
♠️ This leads to adorable moments where the usually stoic Runaan, is drowsily falling asleep on himself while trying to tell you a story.
Sorry I’ve been absent for so long! Life has kept me busy af. I’ll try to be more active! -☼
Antique stores have such a special feel to them, you could let yourself be lost amongst the antiques for hours, and still be content. Everything about antique stores simply draws you in, making you wish you had more time and money to spend there.
Whilst perusing the store for the hundredth time, you come across a tiny clay figure, one you have never noticed before. The figure itself, seems to be some kind of elf, or so you assume, given the pointed ears. His expression is twisted in agony and sorrow, as he clutches something to his chest, his limbs bound to the earth with thick chains.
Despite its depressing nature, something about it sings to you, and you find yourself buying it without really thinking about it. When you arrive home, it tentatively finds a home on one of your tables.
That night, you dream of it constantly, the clay figure completely still, but a deep gut wrenching cry coming from within. Come morning, you still feel restless and agitated, absently noting that you had cried in your sleep, a feeling of hopelessness and loss, chasing you.
Eventually you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed, trudging into the kitchen and making yourself a drink. In your tired stupor, you knock over the little table. You barely register dropping your cup as you fall to your knees, trying to catch the figure, only to cry out in dismay as it shatters on the ground, a strange dust spilling from within.
Strangely heartbroken, you find yourself sobbing, tears blurring your vision. You’re not sure why it upsets you so much, but the grief is almost too much to bear. Unseen to you, the strange dust that filled the figure, begins to twist and swirl, as soon as your tears reach it.
Finally the strange phenomenon catches your attention, as the dust begins to glow, swirling faster. Wide eyed, you watch as someone forms from the dust, standing dazedly as they gasp in air. The moment they see you, their eyes widen, and they drop to their knees. With them this close, you find that they look almost identical to the figure, even down to the pointed ears.
Reaching out for you, their eyes tear up. You feel your heart skip a beat, as the first thing from their mouth, is a broken, desperate, whisper of your name.
Shouta Aizawa, age 16: Date Yamada? I don’t think so. I’m only attracted to really smart guys, you know? Like, geniuses.
Hizashi Yamada, roller-blading backwards through the room, solving a 6×6 rubik’s cube and reciting the digits of pi in English, just for the fun of it:
Toad's Cave 