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I like the idea that Simon has one go-to way of cheering himself up and after Johnny is down about some reprimand he decides to share it with him.

It's you. After a rough day, he shoves his face between your thighs.

He comes home with his friend, "Jawnny had a bad 'ne. Can you cheer 'im up? The way you do me?"

The look of shock doesn't go unnoticed by Johnny.

"Jus' once?" Simon curls himself around you, pecking your temple.

You're sitting with Simon at your back, running his hands down your shoulders while Johnny finds that blissful pressure of your thighs squeezing his head.

You're still clothed, he's just laying between your thighs, half asleep as you squeezing his head gently.

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Laughter would be such a confusing emotional expression to alien species. I was watching a comedy live play tonight and laughed so hard that I cried at one point and somewhere in that fugue state I realized how absolutely bizarre a response that is.

Like, relieving tension is a response that aliens would almost definitely understand, but there are more intuitive ones. Massage, deep breathing, exercise, hell even sex make more sense than laughing from a purely biological perspective. But laughing? Briskly expelling air from your lungs so fast that it can overwhelm your system and sometimes cause even more physical tension? Wild.

You text an alien friend "lol" and they ask what it means and you have to look up the etymology because it's 2781 and it's just been its own word for centuries to tell them, "laughing out loud."

"What is 'laughing out loud'?" And then you send them a GIF and they text you back in all caps "ARE YOU IN DISTRESS?? DO YOU NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION??"

And you have to talk them down and explain and they start to feel better until you let slip that at least it wasn't so strong you couldn't breathe and then they spiral again because "this response causes asphyxiation? And it's INVOLUNTARY????"

Not that aliens are humorless of course, but I definitely don't actually lol at most od the Reels my friends send me. I just smile at the cleverness or the stupidity. This, I think aliens would understand—they smile at humans' cleverness and stupidity all the time.

I almost wonder if they would assume the other side of laughter first, due to its oddity to them. Because we know very well that sometimes laughter can let off tension in a bad way, too. A witch's cackle, a villain's chuckle, a little girl's giggle in a horror movie.

Would it be affirming, I wonder, to see the horror on a human's face when they lose contact with a member of their crew planetside and when they finally make contact again, all they hear is a slow, dark snickering through the comm?

After all, it's such a strange thing to hear, laughter.

Would it be a relief to see their faces pale with the same unease that the aliens' feel every time they hear that odd sharp sound from the depths of human throats?

Or would it strike an even deeper chord of fear, to see that sound that makes every human smile turn their face, instead?

Obey Me! HC that I don't think I've talked about before (?)

You know how the brothers have two different "forms" or "modes" that they can freely shift between? Their normal form (that we see them in most often) and their "demon form/true form" with all the bells and whistles, like horns and wings and tails and everything?

I like to think that Cerberus has a similar thing going on.

Mostly, I disliked the idea that Cerberus could be confined to the Underground Tomb at all times. I know that it's never explicitly stated in canon to be the case (and some Daily Chats have talked about taking Cerberus out for walks or giving him baths) but it is at least implied that he generally lives down there.

So I have a HC that Cerberus also has a "normal" form and a "demonic" form that he can switch between at will, and that he spends most of his time in his normal form puttering about the House of Lamentation like a regular old dog.

His normal form is still distinct from that of a human world dog. Like if you look at him it's still immediately obvious that he is a Hellhound, but he's significantly more manageable than he is whenever he's in his "true form"

Firstly, he only has one head. The other two heads manifest physically when Cerberus shifts into his true form, similar to how a demon's horns and wings/tail only appear once they're in their demon form. This alone immediately makes Cerberus much easier to care for.

He's still really big. Like he's at least the size of an adult Mastiff or Great Dane. He also still has plenty of demonic qualities, like red eyes and a forked tail, etc, and he resembles a wolf in appearance more than he does a domestic dog. But overall he's much easier for the Demon Brothers to handle, and he can actually live in the HoL normally like any regular dog would.

And then when it's action time, or whenever there's danger/an immediate threat, Cerberus shifts into his "true form" just like the Demon Brothers do. And that's when he becomes the great, monstrous, three-headed hound that we're all familiar with.

Idk, this is just a little HC that I've had for a while now and I realised that I'd never really posted about it. It's something I came up with on the fly while writing one of my OM fics, because I wanted to use Cerberus in a handful of scenes but I couldn't reasonably write him into the story without writing around his massive size and terrifying presence (since the scenes didn't call for it) and it's a HC that's stuck with me ever since, lol

you were simon's collar, leash of which was in your hands, and you didn't even have to wrap it around your fist and tug, because simon was so devoted to you that being always near and in your sight was something that was in him from the beginning.

simon always defaults to reporting if he goes somewhere, as if asking for permission, despite the fact that he really rarely went to pubs with his teammates from the task force, there always was a mute, hoarse question in the air — “can i go? won' to com' with me, luv?„

his whole appearance shows that he's yours, the way he holds your neat hand tightly in his calloused and wide one, the way he sits you on his broad lap in the middle of the pub at a table, the way he nuzzles into your shoulder or the curve of your neck

the way he's flashing scarlet buds of hickeys left by you on his thick throat or neck, wearing a shirt with short collar.

simon is not afraid to kiss you in public, letting his tongue intertwine with yours in front of other people's eyes extremely greedily, allowing you to tease him with promises of what awaits him at home, while the thick bulge in his pants only grows bigger.

no other girl has time to try to get to know him or his number, catching the moment when you leave to the pub counter, cause simon immediately interrupts any loose attempts with a deep, smoky voice of — “no' a chanc', i'm on a leash her', you sei„

as his dark eyes crinkle and thin lips stretch into a wide, toothy grin, pointing his thumb behind his back, at you, standing and chatting obliviously with the bartender.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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You’re wondering if Tomura even likes you, meanwhile he’s back at the hideout showing everyone your picture talking about how pretty you are.