⦻ sun

"he would threaten to self harm himself if you- " let me stop you right there.

"he would hit you because he can't control himself-" nope!😁

"he would ____ because he doesn't know how to love properly🥺🥺" wrong!😍

"he would force himself on you-" mmmmm no no no no no 🙂‍↔️

"it's creepypasta ofc they're not gonna be healthy partners-" While that is true, that doesn't mean project your fetishes and make them your "obsessive abusive toxic yandere" boyfriends. The majority of creepypastas are against abuse and abusers.

not that you mind; his clothes are always so comfy and smell so good. ocean breeze and clean linen with a hint of lemon woven between the stitching. a relaxing smell, not too strong or overwhelming and one that always reminds you of home.

your small town home by the sea with golden wheat fields sprawling all the way past the horizon. your home filled with the smell of delicious baked goods audata would make

your home with bright blue eyes and the cutest, boyish grin who always held your hand when running from his dopey dog. your peace with the most contagious laughter after ditching a boring lecture during school, his presence alone warding off any worries and fears.

your solace who always welcomes you with open arms when you need someone to talk to. and when you’re surrounded with that ocean breeze and clean linen and his large arms enveloping your body in a hug that warms you from the soul and beyond, you’re reminded of the home that never left your side even as you’ve moved away from that small village.

MIND you his biggest thing is hating Enji. Why would he ever want to turn into his father, a man who beat his wife?? Dabi totally has a temper, but he is never laying a hand on you (unless you ask nicely lol).

he'd be super super codependent that it's insane, though. after he finally gives up the whole being stoic and nonchalant and not falling in love, he's totally obsessed even if he tries to hide it bsfr.

jealous. freaks out over anyone you speak to that isnt out of necessity unless its like toga or shigaraki. probably wakes up in the middle of the night bc of nightmares, blood running down his cheeks. he'll lock himself in the bathroom careful not to wake you and stare at himself in the mirror, unblinking, until the tears stop.

bf!toby whose tics get less frequent when you run your hands through his hair and kiss his forehead, reminding him how much you love him. He swears he could just melt right there and then, but he gets a boner instead.

bf!toby who gets jealous when he sees another man stand close to you or talk to you and is quick to prove to everyone that you're his by kissing you in front of everyone, leaving hickeys on your neck and glaring at the men who even dare look at you.

bf!toby who loooves eating you out. He could be buried between your legs for days and genuiely not get tired. bf!toby who whimpers and tears up when you cum, his tongue working even faster to catch everything as if he had been starving.

bf!toby who loves seeing your faces as he ruins you, he just cant resist! ''l-let me see that pretty face, baby.'' ''tell me it feels good for you too'', he will moan as he has you in a mating press, literally fucking the words out of you, grinning whenever he sees you try to speak up, but fail when he hits just that one spot.

bf!toby who collapses on top of you after 3 rounds, his large and hot body pressing yours as you whine and complain tiredly for him to get off. ''but you're so soft, lets stay like this for a little.'', he says as his hands find your ass.

bf!toby who brings you anything you need no matter how tired he is, and he will do it with a smile on his face like a lovesick puppy. Water? Food? Clothes? Hes just happy to be of service to you.

bf!toby who shrugs when Tim and Brian complain about him constantly talking about you and how hes always texting you when hes away on missions. ''I have to keep my angel updated!'' is his (weak) excuse.

Sunday would be so sad if you were dodging his kisses 😢 He would panic at first and worry they he may have bad breath or something (cue the old blow into the hand and smell bit lol). When he reduces it must be something else, he grows concerned that you're upset about a personal issue.

"Love, is something the matter? You seem rather withdrawn today," he asks, taking your hand and rubbing small circles on the back of your palm.

His words instantly cause you to realize he expects your regular affection and kisses. "Aw, baby," you reply soothingly, cuddling into his chest. You then start kissing his chin then up his jaw. "Sorry for worrying you. I'm fine, really. I just wanted to change up our routine, that's all."

The Halovian kisses you right back, on your cheeks then on your precious lips. "Really? You want to change up something as wonderful as this?" he teasingly asks, planting a smooch on your nose before returning to your mouth.

sunday who initially fusses over letting you take the bed while he sleeps on the couch instead, until you drag him by the hand to his bedroom because no he's not suffering through back pain for your sake. and it's nothing new, really. you've been friends for long enough that you've shared bedrooms and even beds over the years, but it feels different for him; he has that strange flutter in his chest when you smile all sleepily at him, murmuring that you sleep better around him.

sunday who doesn't particularly like to be touched when he sleeps, but somehow doesn't mind when you take up his usual side of the bed, curled up with your back facing him. he doesn't reach out, but he listens as you breathe, slowly and rhythmically, until it evens out fully and he can fall asleep with peace of mind.

The first time you show Phainon his Tomodachi Life character, it's during one of your nightly video calls. He's in the middle of a sentence when you let out a gasp that half-startles him into silence. He knows that sound — it's the one you make when you suddenly remember something.

"I forgot to tell you!" you say, already flipping your handheld console towards the camera, and for instant the screen's simply too bright for him to make out anything. "I made us in Tomodachi Life."

He squints and soon enough a pixelated, cartoonish, big-headed version of him comes into view. Phainon's surprised by the amount of effort you've put into it, from the dimples on his cheeks to the hair strands sticking out in odd directions on top of his head.

Just imagine, you wake up first to see the sun peeking through the curtains and spilling onto his sleeping face. Just taking a moment to trace your fingers over his features and push some hair out of the way. Then you wakeup and start making something for breakfast. Eventually the smell wakes August up and he stumbles his way to the kitchen to find you. You don’t notice him staring at you, completely enamored by how beautiful he finds you and thinking about how lucky he is to be someone special to you.

He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, burying his head in your neck as he mumbles a small “you can’t tease me like this”, referring to his shirt that you currently wore. His fingers trace little patterns into your skin as you bring a hand to his hair, knowing he loved it when you did that.

it's during those quiet, rainy nights where you learn how soothing his voice can be. after the first few months of knowing him, you had learned that he doesn't usually talk much, and when he does, it's usually snappy quips or dry remarks that don't come from the heart, and the gravelly sound of his voice that carries throughout the room isn't usually described as... comforting by others.

but to you? his voice is the fire in the most frigid cold, reassuring and familiar in all the ways that feel like home. you could listen to him talk for hours.

"—and there's all sorts of superficial convictions heroes have, and i'm not sure what pisses me off more, their stupid costumes or their empty promises. that kinda stuff isn't worth being put on a pedestal, you know?" he murmurs, palm traveling up and down the length of your spine idly as you let out a sleepy hum

"you better not be ignoring me by falling asleep." he snaps suddenly, and your lashes flutter open with a breathy giggle as you quickly move your head in a lethargic nod to acknowledge his prior words

"no, no—i'm listening. and i get what you mean, i like how you search for the realest parts of everyone. and the people that are full of the strongest of convictions. just like yourself." you coo, and dabi lets out a huff before drumming his fingers against your waist in silent thought

"you're right. and you should always chose the people you trust carefully." he replies monotonously, staring up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. you sneak a peek at his side profile, lips twitching as you observe the serious look that's overcome his face. you like when dabi gets like this—comfortable enough to share his thoughts, his opinions—comfortable enough to let you peer inside all the chaos that is his mind.

"is that how you and i are together? did you see how real i was, how true i was to myself and most definitely to you?" you grin, poking his cheek playfully, and dabi's head tilts down to meet your gaze before a slanted smirk tugs the corner of his scarred lips upward

"nah, you just wiggled your way through the cracks. like a cute lil' sewer rat."

he barks out a laugh when you smack his chest before shaking his head — "no, no. 'course i chose you myself. i wouldn't let just anyone sleep in my pathetic excuse of a bed like this." he comments dryly, waving a hand around and gesturing to the darkened room you two occupied. you laugh brightly as you pull the thin blanket around the two of you tighter, hair spilling over your shoulders as you hover over his form

"it may be a twin mattress too small for even just one person, but that just means i get to be all the more closer to you, right?" you beam, and he rolls his eyes so far back and dramatically that you can't help but giggle at the sight

"don't get cheeky." he mumbles, pulling you back into his arms as you fall against his chest with a muffled oof! — then, dabi presses a hand to the back of your head and stuffs your face into his chest a moment later

"now shut up and go to sleep. any more giggles out of your mouth and we'll be up all night."

"are you sleepy, baby?"

dabi flushes immediately at the nickname, blue eyes widening a fraction before he scowls down at you and pinches your waist. you yelp, and he huffs before reaching forward and placing his mouth on your own, offering you enough gentle pecks to melt away your little frown

Brushing his hair aside to leave a kiss on his forehead and he's absolutely melting giving you the softest sweetest smile

Playing with his hair and he just stops moving entirely (he doesn't wanna accidentally get you to stop)

Peppering his face with kisses and he's bright red blushing and grinning like a fool

Poor Sunday is probably so touch-starved. He always shudders in pure bliss from any affection you give him. Every kiss and caress you bestow easily removes stress from his often tense body.

Plus, his hair seems so soft. Playing with it and causing the ends to graze his cheeks will tickle the Halovian. Run your fingers across his scalp and he nearly passes out from deep relaxation. Bonus points if you massage behind his ears and around his ear-feathers. He never knew how good this felt until he met you <3

In public, Sunday asks to tone-down any PDA. However, you're always welcome to pepper his face with kisses onboard the Express. He doesn't even mind bearing your kiss-marks on his face in front of the other Express members. Sunday takes this as a humble-brag of sorts, where he can proudly show the love his significant other has given him.