#sfw request

• i feel like they’re very kindred souls! they have the masks and the quietness in common, the sort of squeamishness about people, and their ability to be so easily obsessed over people

• which means that if the two of them were in any kind of relationship it would have the potential to be soooo toxic lol

• they could also be kind of good for each other? the very similar attitudes make me think that they’d also have the potential to be super close. like them both just parallel playing with each other, not having to talk, probably just being able to almost feel what the other person is thinking

• on the toxic side though, i feel like brahms is soooo jealous so if mikey was trying to branch off and do his own thing or hunt his own person there’s the potential for some animosity

• like imagine if they do both start to get interested in the same person and don’t necessarily want to share lol

•but if one isn’t interested in the other one’s plaything i think they’d be willing to help them with getting them tbh

• all in all i think they have the potential to be super close! that is if they don’t get into some kind of competition over somebody they’re both obsessed with lol

>> sorry it’s so short, i think because they’re so similar in my brain there’s only so much elaboration i can do (at least on the sfw side lol) <<

So, in my head, I imagine Konro kind of… puts off a lot of heat without retaining a lot of it, if that makes sense? So he stays bundled up in layers that allow his body to both breathe and accumulate its own heat, and the air around him is warm and a little humid and smells strongly of him. He tends to kind of radiate a steamy heat, but he (and his fingers, toes, and nose) feel cold almost constantly, like he can’t quite stay warm enough.

… Until, lying bundled together for the first time, he feels the heat coming off your body heating his cool, clammy skin, wrapped loosely in the layers of linens and blankets. Like a hot bath on a cold day he leans deeper, closer to your body until you’re halfway off the futon, half your face buried in the pillow as he practically climbs atop your back, his body slung far enough over yours he could wrap you up between his legs and arms, entirely consumed by your existence. His hot breath puffs rhythmically from his nose across your ear and cheek as he nuzzles deeper into you, squeezing you against him in an iron grip.

Sometimes he does forget how those protruding bones dig bruises into soft tissues. 😞 But, with time and practice, Konro quickly re-learns his limitations and obstacles… as well as his new favorites and go-to moves.

He also definitely whines like the babiest baby if he’s finally warm and cuddly and you DARE disturb the blankets/air around him. Also understand that his body temperature is now directly your responsibility, so basically you’ve developed a 200lb growth to your side/back/front/wherever he’s attached himself until he’s fallen deeply enough asleep to move… a little. If you had to pee, well… you don’t anymore. 🙃

Outside of his own primal drive for all that warm and soft, he’s always, always down to provide some support cuddles of whatever flavor you’re needing. You sad? He sad snug with the soft caress and squeezy hugs and his best dad/leader/lover/savior-complex-thing pep-talk he’s got in him - muttered soft and low in your ear, tickling enough of those tiny hairs to send goosebumps over your skin. You happy? He snuggle-squeeze and tickle til you beg him to stop between giggles (or unhinged cackles lbr). You feelin spicy? Well, he’s got some choice restraints for that situation too ☺️

Even in stolen moments, caught in passing or, especially, those rare handfuls of a moment alone, are spent tucked away wrapped up in each other, bodies pressed so close they share an atmosphere, breathing and panting together as a single entity.

Look. That man is so soft and always has been, even when Hibachi’s hard ass was running the show. There’s *always* been something soft and nurturing about him, even under that manic-ass grin and undoubtedly scary, unhinged temper (lbh we’ve definitely seen glimmers here and there, even WITH tephrosis. Can you imagine??? JUST). I have no doubts that he’s touch AND attention starved, but also struggles with self-worth and feeling deserving of your love. Stubborn old fool is probably a tough nut to crack, prickling at being challenged but requiring that challenge to grow enough to accept his happy ending.

Anyway, tl;dr Konro - much like the stray pup he raised trained - considers everything worth putting effort into equally important, from work to play, swordplay to snuggles, the Big Talks down to his own cup of tea; this big boy is all-in and, at this point, knows what he likes and how to get it. For the most part. Or he likes to think he does, at least 😜

you’d had a good time with evan, to say the least. it was weird, though, you couldn’t shake a feeling of unease that you felt the second you left his apartment. you’d tried to shake it off; of course, you’d been stressed at work recently, maybe that was it. in any case, you went back to work the next day anyway, trying to pull yourself out of the anxious pit you’d seemed to have fallen in.

but no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about evan. both because you’d had such a good time, and because your stomach was in knots over the feeling of pure dread you got. it felt like … something bad was gonna happen to him. and whether the feeling was unfounded or not, you still wanted to see him again. so you left work a few minutes early, telling your boss you weren’t feeling well — which wasn’t a lie; you felt the pit in your stomach getting worse the longer you waited — and headed over to evan’s apartment.

feeling your heart racing more and more, you hurried up the stairs, seeing a flash of his blond hair as he carried some bags down the hall. you weren’t able to warn him about the doll in time, but you did rush up to him and catch something he almost dropped. “oh..thanks,” he said, looking up at you and starting to grin. “oh, it’s you! hey!”

but seeing him didn’t lift that feeling of dread yet. what was causing it? you needed to figure it out. it was eating you up inside.

“hey,” you said with a smile, managing not to wince at the feeling in your stomach. “need some help?”

you helped him into his apartment and the two of you sat the bags down together. “missed me, huh?” he asked with a mischievous smile. he looked at his answering machine, apparently trying to decide whether he was gonna check it or not. he decided against it, instead slipping his shirt off and tossing it to the side. “it’s hot in here, isn’t it?” he said, tugging on your shirt playfully.

you rolled your eyes playfully, starting to take your shirt off. you still felt sick to your stomach, though. he seemed to notice something was off and his grin started to melt. “you alright?”

you gave a dismissive wave. “yeah… i’m fine. i think i’m just hungry…” maybe you weren’t supposed to come back to him? why wasn’t this feeling going away?

“oh! i’ve got some leftover takeout i can heat up for us if you want,” he offered, thinking maybe that was why you seemed off. maybe you were just hungry. you nodded. wouldn’t hurt to get a little something to eat. you’d been feeling so horrible all day that you weren’t able to eat anything.

evan got his smile back upon learning you were staying for lunch, grabbing a takeout box out of the fridge and starting to prepare lunch for the two of you. you watched him absently, trying to figure out why you felt so bad. you couldn’t place it, but it felt like it had something to do with the food. maybe not eating it, necessarily, but you could feel that something was wrong. you went over to stand by him and peeked into the takeout box upon seeing a flash of an unnatural, plastic looking color in there.

a magnetic letter had fallen off of the fridge and into the takeout box. you reached in and grabbed it, showing it to him with a chuckle. “well, that would’ve been a disaster,” you said, realization hitting you like a truck. you looked at the little plastic letter, before putting it back on the fridge. you looked at him, watching him take a pan of spaghetti over to the window. “hey, you should toss that in the trash…” you said, feeling sick again. “don’t wanna attract strays out there,” you explained when he looked at you curiously.

“alright,” he said with a shrug. he tossed it in the trash and set the pan back.

With a last push, he got the door open and when he saw you sitting down on the floor crying, his heart skipped a beat. He ran to you, his hoofs resonating really loudly over the wooden floors, his horns hitting your low-hanging lamp as he passed. He cursed and punched it, his head almost to the ceiling.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” His frantic tone is weird to his own ears, and to yours. You scream, startled by his sudden appearance.

“I fell,” you tell him, still confused after the fall.

“What?” He tells you, his tone too loud and you look up at him, so big and imposing in your tiny apartment.

“I was hanging up the curtains and the chair slipped and I fell and it hurts,” you explain, tears rushing to your eyes.

“Where does it hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?” He asks, running his hands over your body frantically, but not quite touching, just hovering.

“I- I don’t think so,” you tell him. You don’t want to go to the hospital, you hate hospitals.

He looks at you like you are stupid, once again, his default look when you are related. “You don’t think so? I’m definitely taking you to the hospital.” He doesn’t think twice about it before he’s lifting your body and carrying you out the door, barely managing to get the broken door in the frame before rushing to his car.

A sprained ankle and three hours later, he’s fuming. He’s pacing up and down your living room as you sit on the sofa and stare at him. How could you be so stupid? So careless? Do you not realize your human body is soft and weak? Do you not realize you could have died if you fell hard enough? He’s telling you all about your stupidity when you start crying. He stops abruptly, looking at you as you grew a second head.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, angrily.

You look at him with big fat tears on your eyes and babble out: “You are screaming at me!” Maybe the painkillers they gave you at the hospital are stronger than expected because you feel like a rag-doll and he’s screaming and you want to cry more.

He looks at you weirdly, and next thing you know he’s sitting on the sofa with you in his lap. He starts caressing your back and telling you how pretty you are, even though you are also stupid. He lets you cry over his shoulder and pats your back awkwardly. It’s a random situation you didn’t expect to find yourself into, but his skin smells so good and he’s so big and handsome.

“Will you go out with me?” You ask, feeling dizzy because of the painkillers and having enough courage to ask him out, finally. You’ve been crushing on the big minotaur since he cursed on humanity the first day you moved next door.

“What? I hate humans,” he says, confused at your question but also weirded out.

“I- Okay,” you say at the same time he keeps going and lets out a big: “yes.” His agreement catch both of you by surprise. “What?” You two ask at the same time.

He covers your mouth with his big hand and explains: “Yes, I’ll go out with you.” You smile up at him and kiss the tip of his nose.