#sfw request

[sykosomatic]

Can u do Michael myers headcannons with brahms pls and thank you, U don't have to but i very much appreciate it. thank you for ur time

michael myers x brahms?? ive literally never heard of that ship before, you’ve opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities lol, so thank you anon <3 (if that is indeed what you’re talking about)

michael myers x brahms (the boy) headcanons!

i didn’t know whether you wanted sfw or nsfw so i just did a few quick cute sfw ideas!

• 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) <<

hope you enjoyed!!! <3

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Cuddles headcanons with our dear konro?🥺💕

Mmmm you know, cuddles with our big, soft Konro sound just about perfect right now…

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 😜

[thehuggamugcafe]

💃 Headcanons

OOC: So, once again, this is an order that I’ve been keeping a customer waiting on for what seems like years.

I’m sorry that it took me this long to get in the mood to answer your ask, Melody. I hope that the reply ends up being worth the wait.

I decided to watch a few clips of Dancing With The Stars for this, and I don’t even like that sort of thing! So... Fingers crossed, y’all! Cheers and happy reading! ☕

You had signed up for a dancing competition, one that would be hosted on a national, coast-to-coast TV show. A show that was very popular, a show that was a major hit with teenage girls and housewives. Several well-known celebrities were known to participate, so to say you were a nervous wreck would be an understatement.

Your live-in boyfriend, Akira Kurusu, had been there for you every step of the way. He was there to make sure you got up in the morning for your 8 o’clock practise lessons. He volunteered for overtime hours at the café, just to help you pay for your lessons. He was there to support you, offering his shoulder to cry on as your frustration poured out in the form of sobbing, moist eyes, and irked cries of, “Akira... There’s no way... I can’t...! I can’t do this!”

Your cries of frustration weren’t groundless. The competition was quickly approaching, set to start in a few short weeks. It was only natural that you’d be anxious, even though you had been practicing for months.

Akira was there to whisper soothing words into your ear, running a hand up and down your clothed back, holding you close as he consoles you, assuring you that, yes, you can do this.

“Shh. Shh. Treasure, you were selected because you work harder than anyone else; your teacher’s recognized your skills, hasn’t he?”

For a few moments, and only a few moments, the familiar tingle of green envy running its ugly course through his veins. He thought of the man who could hold you close, who could show you off to the dance class like you were his trophy, his prized achievement.

He dismissed your teacher with a slow, deep breath, dismissing the thought of him in the way one would wave off an annoying, buzzing fly. In the here and now, you were his primary concern.

“May I have this dance, darling?”

Confused, you swallowed and nodded. Your misty eyes shone with tears that had yet to be shed, yet hot moisture pricked the corners of your gaze. Tears that were gingerly wiped away with Akira’s thumbs, smiling slightly as he took your hand in his, leading you to the center of the spacious room. The room that was set up for you to practice in on your days off, or whenever you had some free time.

It wasn’t strange for Akira to ask you for a dance, so you allowed him to snake an arm around your waist, pulling you in close as he breathed a laugh into your ear.

The soft chuckle warmed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “It’s just you and me now. Let’s see how much you’ve improved, princess.”

A song softly blared out from the speakers, rhythmic but sensual, and your hips already began swaying along with the music.

A crooning hum of, “Beautiful” was murmured into your ear, a palm still cradling your back as you twirled, spinning on your heels as the hand switched from your back.

Now, your dancing partner held your hand, a purring chuckle tickling the back of Akira’s throat as you danced away from the noiret. The soles of your heels clicked as you twirled, swaying your hips as you spun, meeting obsidian irises for a few precious moments.

That is, before you were dipped. Akira followed suit, cradling your back and still holding your hand as he dipped low, low enough for his smirking lips to brush against yours.

It was a sensation that didn’t last as Akira leaned back, guiding you up. The devilish smirk still curled his lips as his hands left you, quickly finding your hips and lifting you off of the floor.

Whether it was due to instinct or thanks to the sensual beat of the song, you didn’t know nor did you care, but your legs wrapped around his waist. Akira held you with a precision that was shocking, even to you, watching you with a smirk as you slid down his body.

A hand left your clothed hip, guiding you upright in a matter of seconds. It was for a few seconds, but the frizzy-haired demon’s eyes flashed with a hue of carmine as he cooed, “Lovely.”

You were no stranger to Akira’s bedroom eyes, feeling the corner of your lips curling to form a smile as the heels of your shoes clicked along with Akira’s, tap dancing completely in sync with a particularly upbeat chorus.

You felt yourself being pulled towards Akira, and so, you spun on your heels, the hem of your shirt fluttering slightly as you tap danced forward. Akira followed suit, brushing his fingers over the back of your neck as he danced past you, spinning on his heels and smiling at you as he offered a hand to you.

You took your boyfriend’s hand without hesitation, just barely able to resist the urge to roll your eyes as his lips brushed against your knuckles. His free hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer as he straightened his posture.

Smirking at your hiss, “Cheater,” he was quick to reply. “Anything’s fair game for a demon in love, my dear~.”

Warm onyx was lost to a shade of vermilion, and a smirk that would give a lesser Hell-spawned demon chills curled Akira’s lips. A smirk that in retrospect caused a delicious shudder to possess your shoulders, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the noiret demon in front of you.

Chuckling, Akira tapped his heels, releasing your hand. You followed suit, following his example, dancing and spinning your way into his arms, thrown open as though he was inviting you into a hug.

Soon, you were enveloped by a pair of arms, but it was a warmth that didn’t last as one of Akira’s hands held yours, and his second hand still held your swaying waist.

Gently, your hand, your arm was held above your head, and glowing rosy irises watched as you danced out of his light, affectionate grip, moving in a way that was reminiscent of a ballerina. You lifted your leg, the heel of your shoe lightly digging into the bare flesh of your leg, spinning, twirling on a single foot.

The rhythmic tapping of heels signalled Akira’s approach, and just as he had done earlier, you felt his fingers lightly brushing over the back of your neck as he danced his way past you. The ruby-eyed man breathed a snicker into your ear as he caught your irked askance, eyes silently lit with quiet laughter as your form left the ballerina stance.

Your heels clicked in precise unison with Akira’s, tap dancing away from him until, finally, your eyes met from a few feet from each other. You took a few quick tapping steps forward, your soft smile complimenting the noiret’s smirk as you stretched out a hand, which Akira took possession of.

His masculine digits curled over your slim, feminine knuckles, raising the hand he held, watching you as you twirled in place as his free hand slipped around your back, dipping you as the song slowed to a halt.

Finally, you felt it. The soft warmth of Akira’s lips pressing against yours, breathing a hum of approval into your mouth.

“Marvellous... Simply stunning, Treasure. Not even I could hope to steal you, not when you look so... captivating.”

[hua333]

Bored Lynn

[sykosomatic]

Since the Evan one shot went well I had an idea for a follow up I hope you like it

The next day reader is back at Evans having been unable to shake the feeling of unease…the spot him carrying bags of shopping up the stairs and stepping on the doll head. Reader helps him with his stuff before Evan flips the spaghetti out the window…and invites them to stay for lunch….which reader agrees

Evan then takes off his shirt and starts cooking but reader notices the plastic letter and saves Evans life without realising it and finally feels the unease lift

just an idea

oh this is nice! (sfw!) sequel to this ask;

evan lewis x (amab) male reader

cw: food mention, anxiety mention

i think this is a little out of order but i like the way it turned out! hope you do too!

>>>>>>

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.

you felt an overwhelming sense of ease wash over you, so much so that you got a little dizzy and had to take a seat. was that it? he was gonna set his apartment on fire by cooking that plastic letter? and then what? slip on the noodles as he tried to get out the fire escape? whatever it was, it wasn’t going to happen now. you were finally able to breathe for the first time in 24 hours, that’s all you knew for sure.

[monstersflashlight]

Hello there, its me again with a humble request for the "monster who hates humans but falls for one anyway" prompt to be continued. Maybe a whole lil fic where we get to see the monster fall for the human, if it's not too much trouble :)

Hi! Here you have it, it's a lot softer than expected, hope you like it! If someone needs a refresher, first part is here.

He hates humans... right?

Minotaur x fem!reader || SFW, kinda meet-cute, extra mega soft

He hates humans, he fucking does. But maybe, maaaaaaaaybe, he has a bit of a crush in his next door neighbor. On you. You are just so pretty, he can’t stop thinking about you. Every time he’s awake he’s thinking of you, and when he’s asleep, he’s dreaming of you. You inserted yourself in every little nook and cranny of his life, and it was driving him insane. But he wouldn’t do anything about it. Because he hates humans.

He hates them so much he listens at you constantly. Humans are so loud, he can hear you doing everything. Absolutely everything. You keep bumping into furniture and cursing under your breath, and you keep being silly and humming weird songs all day long. Weird songs that he most definitely doesn’t make into a playlist and listens to them when he’s at the gym. Not at all.

But all his denial comes to an end when he hears you screaming. Like screaming, screaming. He’s out of the door and knocking on yours before he can fully process what he’s doing. He doesn’t understand why (or maybe he does), but he’s there right now and he has to make sure you are all right. He needs to. When you don’t answer he gets worried, so worried that he starts pushing at the door, knowing full well that you, stupid human, didn’t reinforce the door like they recommended. Any fucking monster could have walked into your house and you wouldn’t have realized until it was too late. And he hated it. He hated it so fucking much. But right now it was great.

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.

“Now I’m going to nap here,” you tell him as you lay your head on his chest and snuggle against his soft shirt. Before you realize you are out.

[monstersandmaw]

Hi, I'm new to your blog but I was wondering if you could do a super adorable, super fluffy SFW merman x female reader? I'm a sucker for sickeningly sweet fluff but I know your blog says 18+ so I'm not sure how often you do SFW prompts? If you're down to do a cutesy, fluffy prompt, I appreciate it times a thousand 😍 (preferably something longer than 10 sentences maybe? But somethibg like that or shorter is totally fine too, whatever you'd like!)

Hi, and welcome! The reason my blog is 18+ is because it’s technically against the law in a lot of countries (including my own, the UK) to provide sexual content to minors (even written), so I don’t want to be in that uncomfortable position, hence I ask people to respect that and come back when they’re 18 or older. I don’t make it 18+ simply because it’s all explicit writing though; it’s not, and I have a fair amount of sfw stuff in my masterlist. (Just thought I’d clarify that point).

Right now, specific story requests are closed because I’ve got a lot going on and I don’t have time to do requests for people for free any more. However, I always keep in mind what people want, and knowing that you’d like a sweet and sfw merfolk story, I’d say keep an eye out when May comes around, and I’ll put a fluffy story in for MerMay.

Thanks for getting in touch!