Hey there! Void here (he/they) and this is my page! In this post I will be listing what my boundaries for writing are! Below are also the fandoms I write for!
Requests: OPEN
Fandoms: love and deepspace, date everything, baldur's gate 3, obey me shall we date/nightbringer
(Bare in mind it might take me some time to get to your request!)
Also keep in mind that this is an occasional nsfw page! So minors dni. Please and ty.
I will not hesitate to delete and block any hate as well. This is a safe space for everyone. Reblogs are appreciated! <3
Note: I don't often write fem assigned reader requests. I am not too comfortable, and it kind of makes me feel a bit dysphoric to write them. So most times I stray away from them. If you don't like my boundaries, block me or ignore my content. That is all. That being said, I write what I want. Thank you <33
What topics are okay?
AFAB, AMAB, trans/transmasc/etc, nsfw, fluff, angst, any kink that isn't listed in the list below, hcs of any kind, AUs, platonic family scenarios, and pretty much anything that hasn't been listed on the list below! Have fun requesting and please be patient if I can't get it out right away <3
Putting it here too! I apologize for not writing hardly anymore as I've been indulging in my digital arts. One day I hope to write again but it's not as motivating or enjoyable as it used to be. Plus I kind of used it as an escape lol but my situations have since then changed. Thank you for reading this :)
HELLO!!! I'm Sam (he/they) and this is where I write whatever ideas I got rattling around in my brain (^_^) I haven't posted my writing before so bare with me lol
My art account: @samdrawzzz
Fandoms: Date Everything (for now... if i wanna write for more fandoms I will update this post accordingly!)
I'm a chronic self/ yume shipper and 100% willing to share and feed into each others delusions :3 MAC FANS WHERE ARE YOU I WANNA MAKE MORE FRIENDS
Currently not taking requests as I figure out my writing style, but it's something I am interested in later on! :3 Again, I will update accordingly!
What I plan on writing:
Headcanons
Drabbles
Small fics (If I'm feeling motivated)
Masc/ transmasc reader centered works bc there's not enough of them in my opinion
Female character x reader works because again, there's not enough of them (I love women <3)
âźď¸While I don't plan on delving into NSFW (yet) I might write/ interact with some suggestive works so minors DNI pleaseâźď¸
Tags I'll (try to) use:
#samramblezzz = thinking out loud/ screaming into the void about things not related to writing
#samwritezzz = headcanons/ actual works obv
#samzoczzz = oc talk bc I do plan on doing that here!
âźď¸I DO NOT TOLERATE... (DNI criteria) âźď¸
Hate speak/ Bigotry (we are left leaning here)
Homophobia/ Transphobia
Racism
Pr0sh1pping (please get out đŤŠ)
Inc*st/ fauxcest (PLEASE get out)
Non con (LEAVE.)
Not too serious of a problem but if you're a non-sharing self/ yume shipper I don't recommend interacting sorry :( I like sharing and reblogging other people's self ship works so I prefer to interact with other sharing ppl
That's pretty much all!!! Thank you for taking the time to read :3 đđđ
btw I am way more active on x/twitter (voidedgalaxiess) so if you guys are ever curious as to what I'm up to, come watch me through the glass and observe /lhj
âËęŠď˝Ąslay, bros! - the hanks as drag queens post
a/n: i'm having MAJOR writer's block w requests rn but i wanted to post something before my surgery tomorrow soooooo... enjoy me cuntifying the hanks <3
h1nk aka hush, puppy!
drag inspo: bob the drag queen
slays the most at: wig making and death drops
h2nk aka willimina spears
drag inspo: kim chi
slays the most at: lip syncing and outfit coordination
h3nk aka dr. hotshot
drag inspo: bianca del rio
slays the most at: tucking and commentary
h4nk aka goldie cox
drag inspo: trixxie mattel
slays the most at: eye makeup and dancing
h5nk aka mommy dearest
drag inspo: jorgeous
slays the most at: being the audience fav & last minute adjustments
COOKING DRABBLE WITH ANY OF THE HANKS HOMIE PLEASEEEEE đđđ maybe a bit of dancing too if they r cooking with music,,, (like I typically do!!)
âËęŠď˝Ą fly me to the moon - the hanks x reader
word count: 1.6k
contains: tooth rotting fluff and a surprise at the end (hint: #8)
a/n: yes, sir!!! anything for you, my beloved mutual <3 this was a total blast to write, i hope you enjoy <3
Becoming human meant experiencing once unknown sensations for the first time, which the Hanks soon found out to be very annoying.
As hangers, they never felt thirst or hunger nor the need for the bathroom or the need to sleep. They existed in a line of the universe that required no such things. Yet, the first moments with these needs as humans were painstaking; the growling of their stomachs, the dryness in their mouths, their newly formed bits and pieces enraged like infants fresh from the womb.
So you cooked them their first meal: well done steak with mashed potatoes and green beans, paired with ice water and lemonade. The Hanks devoured their plates like feral beasts, causing a few too many close calls with choking from not chewing the food up enough. The six of you shared laughs, smiles, and tender touches at the dining table. Thus marked the beginning of your life partnership with five former hanger himbos.
Frank Sinatra plays over the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, you sway your hips to the beat while stirring the pot. Next to you stands Hank 1, humming to the lyrics. A sharp sizzling from the pan signals him to turn the steak over, the aroma of freshly picked herbs wafting through the air.
Hank 2 and Hank 4 set the dining room table up with the nice China while Hank 3 brews lemonade, using your grandma's recipe. Footsteps echo from the nearby stairs and Hank 5 enters the kitchen, a gurgling Hannah- affectionately known as Hank 0- strapped to his chest in the baby carrier.
"How's the food cooking, bro and bro babe?" Hank 5 asks the two of you at the stove, pecking each of your cheeks before settling Hannah in her highchair. The 8 month old slams her tiny baby fists against the plastic tabletop, blabbering typical gibberish.
"Going great! Mind taking over stirring for me? Only for a second," you answer your brunet husband. He nods and the two of you swap places, the exchange oddly in beat to the music.
You approach your daughter and pick her up from the highchair, peppering her chubby face with many kisses. Hannah lets out high-pitched giggles from your smooch attack and you conclude it with a forehead kiss, "Oh, my little monkey, you're the cutest baby I've ever seen."
"That she is, House Spouse! You, too!" comments Hank 1, as he places another steak on the growing pile by the stove.
You place Hannah back in the highchair, much to her disappointment and little whines. Hank 5 steps aside so you can resume in position by the pot and tends care of the little one, carrying her and the highchair off to the dining room.
Soon, Hanks 2-4 and later Hank 5 with Hannah emerge from the dining room, as the radio switches to a different song. It's Frank Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon, a fitting song, given where the Hanks proposed to you. Hearing the change in music, Hank 1 whispers something to the other Hanks and they exchange mischievous but playful smiles.
"House Spouse?" Hank 1 nudges you with his elbow.
"Mhm?" you turn to Husband #1, who has his hand held out to you.
"May I have this dance?" he requests.
"Oh, but of course!" you giggle and take his hand.
Hank 1 pulls you into an off beat waltz, dancing throughout the kitchen while Hanks 2 and 3 man the food on the stove. You sway side to side with your coily-haired husband, your eyes half lidded with a small smile gracing your lips. He pushes you out for a moment then pulls you back in with a small twirl, your back pressed to his front while you still move to the music.
"My turn!" Hank 2 chimes in, to which Hank 1 passes you off to him. Your black-haired husband gives you a quick twirl, inciting giggles from you. He leans you into a proper waltz, the perfect opportunity to show off his progress from the dance classes he had been taking at the local community college. His lessons had paid off, as he impresses you with his skills.
"Pass gorgeous to me, Hank!" shouts Hank 3.
You're then passed off after a quick peck on the lips from Hank 2. The redhead pulls you close, your face pressed against his squishy chest. He spins you about the kitchen, doing the best he could to avoid any hazards. Hank 3 is less graceful than your previous dance partners, but he makes it up with energy. His waltz then concludes with a low dip and a tender kiss on the lips.
"Come here, bro babe!" Hank 4 snatches you away from your freckled husband and twirls you about the room. Unlike the other Hanks, the blond's dancing skills are far from the classical form. Instead, the two of you simply weave and bob through the room, exchanging laughs. You end your dance with your sun-kissed husband by pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Hey there, my love," whispers Hank 5 when you're passed off to him. Hannah's no longer attached to him, instead strapped to Hank 2. Like Hank 1, he holds out a hand for you to take. Once you grasp it, he leads you through a slow dance, allowing the two of you to get up close and personal.
The song is nearly over by the time you finish your dance with Hank 5, ending with you pecking kisses on his beauty marks. Yet, before it officially ends, you grab Hannah from the carrier and hold her tight, moving side to side with the beat. Your baby laughs and babbles, overjoyed to be in your arms. The Hanks watch the scene in unusual silence, as you hoist Hannah into the air and spin around her in your arms.
The radio switches to the next song and you press a few kisses on your baby's cheeks before handing her off to Hank 5. With perfect time, your microwave goes off and you open it, steam pouring out into the kitchen. You wait a minute before taking the bag of green beans out and dumping it into the serving bowl. Afterwards, you check the mashed potatoes and deem them up to par, transferring them into another serving bowl.
By now, Hank 1 had finished cooking the last steak and they've cooled down enough to be served. Your dark-skinned husband then lets out a sigh of satisfaction, "We did it, House Honey. We're the dream team!"
"That we are, handsome," you share a deep kiss with Hank 1, as you didn't have a chance to do so during your dance.
One by one, the Hanks carry the food into the dining room. Hank 5 plops down Hannah in her highchair and buckles her in, preventing the baby from wiggling free. With the table fully set and everyone in their seats, you hold up your glass of lemonade and speak.
"We all know today is an important day, our anniversary... Our third anniversary as life partners and spouses. Yet, what makes this year's anniversary extra special is that we have our beautiful baby girl with us."
You reach over to Hannah and pinch her cheeks, earning some giggles and coos; after you got your pinches in, you resume your toast.
"It has been an honor to have this life with all of you. Never did I think I would fall in love with five hanger gajinkas, but here we are!"
The Hanks chuckle at your commentary, their eyes never leaving the sight of you.
"To fall in love, to date, to get engaged, to wed, to have our first child in just three years seems like a lot... and in a way, it is a lot... but I couldn't ask for anything else. We've done so much, from a successful invention launch-"
Hank 1 smiles wide, deep brown eyes sparking.
"To a book deal-"
Hank 2's ears turn red, but he still smiles.
"To getting accepted into med school-"
Hank 3 grins ear to ear with pride.
"To finding one's path in life-"
Hank 4 flashes a toothy grin, teeth touching his bottom lip.
"And fulfilling one's greatest dream."
Hank 5 slowly blinks, his eyes full with nothing but love.
"So to us!" you raise your glass.
"TO US!" exclaim the Hanks, their glasses high.
The six of you tap your drinks and begin assembling your plates. Pleasant conversation sparks, as you enjoy your anniversary dinner together.
"Oh, I also forgot!" you yelp, frantically running out of the dining room and upstairs. You return a moment later with a large gift box and place it on free table space, "Okay, everyone, open it."
The Hanks work together to unwrap the gift and slowly open the box. Inside, there's a tiny sports onesie of the Hanks' favorite football team. Hank 3 is the first to pick it up and turns the onesie to the back, revealing the embroidered '8' on it.
"About nine to ten weeks," you reply, "I wanted to wait until week 12 in case... you know, that happened. But the doctor says I'm in good condition and I thought it would be perfect-"
You're cut short when five bulky himbos tackle you, embracing you tightly in a group hug. Hannah squeals at the sight and claps her hands, as Hank 5 also pulls her into the hug.
âËęŠď˝Ąfight and break up, fight and make up - the hanks x reader
contains: spoilers for yourgellofellow's hank angst comics, mentions of fighting and injury, fallible human behavior, some hurt to comfort
summary: what it's like to argue with the hanks </3
a/n: oooo some spicy angst content... here you go! enjoy <3
you and the hanks don't often get into major arguments
usually your arguments with the hanks revolves around someone not tidying up their mess or taking something from your secret candy stash
you usually argue the most with h4nk about tidying and not taking his adhd meds because he's a forgettable fella who's a bit of a slob... but don't worry, they get resolved really quick
as for one on one arguments and what they're about? for h1nk, arguments are about his emotional walls
for h2nk, it's about his concern for the family's wellbeing actually interfering with said family's well-being
for h3nk, it's about his lack of self-care
for h4nk, it's about his forgetfulness and recklessness
and for h5nk, it's about his inability to take a break or let people actually help him
for minor arguments with the hanks as a whole, there will be huffs and puffs but things get resolved in a day or so
however, major arguments take longer to heal from
the worst argument you and the hanks got into was about h3nk's behavior towards hank 0 (totally not inspired by yourgellofellow's hank angst comics on twt)
bro was hella sleep deprived and with lots of feels about missing his pre-realized life but his behavior definitely shook the foundation of the polycule, especially when the hanks got into a physical altercation about it and h4nk got a gash on his head after being pushed into a table :((
the tension is THICK in the aftermath, there's a lot of arguing and bickering between you and the hanks about the incident
how you react aligns more so with h4nk, becoming slightly jaded about the situation because of the constant week(ish) long argument
you are mad at h3nk for the things he said about h5nk and h0nk, your priority is your baby at the end of the day because hey that's your baby! but h3nk is one of your husbands so you will make up with him... eventually
after h3nk and h5nk's heart to heart, you end up reconciliating with h3nk and have your own heart to heart; you give him lots of kisses and vice versa
you're not a fan of h1nk holding the grudge over the incident, especially his subsequent behavior being very douche and not helpful for the family
you'll all reconciliate in the end... it just will take time
âËęŠď˝Ą it's rabbit (bunny boy) season - the hanks x reader
word count: 2.5k
contains: playboy bunny au and the associated shenanigans/antics, suggestive content, alcohol consumption (reader and sam get very drunk), use of pet names like sweetheart and angel
summary: a bar/dance club has opened up in town, featuring sexy men in bunny suits as servers! you get dragged to the club's opening night by sam and meet a group of cocktail servers who share the same name.
a/n: this took 2ish hours. i was inspired by an art piece @gweenbeanz33 made for me, which was of h4nk as a playboy bunny. inspiration took over me. shakespeare, hemingway, etc. possessed my body to make this fic. it's currenly 5am and i haven't slept in 17 hours. here is what i consider thus far to be my magnum opus :"]
Sam practically dragged you to this new establishment across town.
A real life host club! you remembered her giggling. She showed you the website for the club, an upscale building oddly placed among the mundanity of your little town. It displayed itself as a bar and dance club, pretty simple. Yet, the selling feature that had a mile long line outside for opening night?
The handsome men and their sultry attire.
A new take on the famous Playboy Club, sexy men of all shapes and sizes in skimpy bunny suits serving cocktails and entertaining patrons.
You didnât believe it would be that appealing to folks in your area, but you were proved wrong, as nearly a hundred people were lined up behind your
As you and Sam approached closer to the entrance, you caught sight of the clubâs sign: the words The Breaker Box shining in neon blue. Your best friend clung to your arm in an attempt to quell her buzzing excitement, but all it did was make you shake alongside her.
âThis is gonna be so so so great!â she shouted as best she could in a hushed manner, âWeâre gonna have so much fun! Trust me.â
âAlright then,â you sighed.
You werenât much for clubbing or drinking, but you did care about Sam and that was good enough reason to tag along with her.
After what seemed like hours in line, the bouncer- a statuesque Brit with an impeccable bread- opened the velvet rope and escorted patrons in one by one. You and Sam managed to get inside before the bouncer roped off the entrance, much to the protests and cries of the remaining people in line.
âDamn, we lucked out, huh?â you commented to Sam.
âSure did,â she agreed, âLetâs go get a good table.â
Samâs high heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floor, as she led you through the dimly lit maze. EDM music soon reached your ears and you found yourself standing before the main area of the club. You took note of your surroundings; a bar- manned solely by a disgruntled man with almost wire-like black hair- on your left and a dance floor- accompanied by a DJ in all white with spiky blue hair- on your right.
âLetâs get a drink!â Sam yelled over the music. She guided you towards the bar and wedged the two of you between other attendees. Ever the extrovert, Sam waved the bartender over with a call and a wave. He walked up to the both of you and grunted, âWhat can I get for you?â
âA Malibu Sunshine for me!â answered Sam while you replied, âAnd a Martini for me, please.â
âOh, and let me open a tab,â Sam handed her credit card over to the bartender. He rung up the order and printed out a receipt, attaching it to the credit card and setting it among the row of open tabs.
âGrab a table and one of our boys will deliver you your drinks,â the bartender informed you flatly.
âThanks,â stated Sam. She eyed an open table in a more secluded area of the club and you claimed it, taking your seats and setting your bags down.
âBy the way, you look soooo good tonight!â Sam exclaimed, a warm smile gracing her face.
âThatâs a relief,â you exhaled, âI wasnât sure if I wore the right thing for thisâŚâ you dressed in a simple black jumpsuit with your hands and fingers accessorized with colorful gems, âBut look at you, though. Youâre drop dead gorgeous!â
âYouâre so sweet!â she giggled. Sam wore a sparkly red dress with matching heels and lipstick, dazzling under the club lighting.
âDo you wanna- Order for Sam?â your ask was cut off by the arrival of your drinks. You turned your attention to the cocktail server and your jaw dropped, âOh my god.â
Before you, stood a dark-skinned man with tied back locs and well groomed facial hair. He donned a golden bunny suit and matching ears, allowing his muscular limbs and broad shoulders to be on full display for you to gawk at. Utterly stunning! you couldnât help but think to yourself, Like the Roman Gods- Fuck, Iâm a dork.
âEverything alright, guest?â the cocktail server flashed you a pearly white smile.
âNope! Allâs well, uhâŚâ Sam narrowed her eyes at his name tag, âHank 1?â
âHank 1?â you repeated back, bewildered, âHow many of you are there?â
âFive of us in total,â Hank 1 responded. He then set the drinks on your table, âIf you order more drinks, Iâd be happy to request that the others take turns at delivering them.â
âAre they like you?â you blurted aloud.
âLike me?â Hank 1 let out another chuckle, thick eyebrows raised at you, âWhat do you mean by that, sweetheart?â
âOh, I- Sweetheart? Never mind, forget what I said,â you squeaked out a response. You could hear Sam stifling back her laughter and you stomped your foot in retaliation.
Instead of belittling you for being a dork, Hank 1 got dangerously close to you, allowing you to inhale his cedar wood cologne. Lowering his voice to an even more husky range, he whispered in your ear, âIf you mean toned and handsome, then yes, sweetheart.â
You could only nod, eyes wide and lips parted like a fool. Hank 1 then pulled away and addressed Sam, âEnjoy your drinks! Let us know if you need anything, du- guest.â
Hank 1 scurried off to attend to other attendees, leaving you flustered and Sam in disbelief.
âOh, you are so into him,â she commented before picking up her cocktail and taking a sip.
âAm not,â you grumbled, sipping on your martini.
âAm, too,â hummed Sam.
âAm not.â
âAm, too!â
âAm not!â
âAm not!â
âAm, too- fuck!â you cursed at being played while Sam cooed, âYouâre too adorable⌠now, finish your drink so I can order us four more rounds.â
âFour more rounds?â you questioned.
âYeah!â she confirmed, âSo we can meet the rest of the Hanks. Oneâs bout to be into you.â
âWhy are you playing matchmaker?â you grumbled, stirring your skewered olive in your drink before taking a sip.
âBecause you need to get laid.â
You spat out your drink, vodka and vermouth dripping down your chin.
âWhat! Itâs true,â Sam defended herself.
âGod, youâre insufferable,â you sighed.
âYou love me, though.â
ââŚYeah, I do.â
You and Sam paused the conversation to finish your drinks, the sting of alcohol and the tangy taste of the olive a pleasant combination on your tongue. Once done, he left the table to order more drinks, leaving you to your own devices.
You scanned the club for any sign of Hank 1 and found him chatting with another table, his presence very so radiant. He soon concluded the conversation and turned towards your direction. Quickly, you attempted to break eye contact, but failed miserably; Hank 1 caught you staring and winked.
âI ordered us vodka shots!â Sam announced when she returned to your table, âAn easy way to get drunk and meet the other Hanks.â
You opened your mouth to scold her, but snapped it shut when a tanned man with warm almond eyes and a stylish quiff came up with a tray of shot glasses. He wore a crimson bunny suit, showcasing his leaner but visible muscles, âHi there. Order for Sam?â
âThatâs us!â she answered and then asked, âAnd you are?â
âOh!â the man in the red bunny suit set down the tray before pointing to his name tag, âIâm Hank 2, my- uh, dear guest. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you,â the mischief in your best friendâs tone was evident to you and to you alone, âAnd this is my friend.â
You introduced yourself to Hank 2 and he smiled softly. Unlike Hank 1, this Hank seemed more nervous but still possessed a gentle exterior. For one reason or another, you associated him with moonflowers.
âThatâs a beautiful name, darling.â
You covered your surprise up with a cough while Sam wiggled her eyebrows at you, âSame to you!â
âLet me know if you two need anything,â he gave the two of you a small nod and walked off.
âDude,â Sam snorted, âYou need more alcohol in your system.â
âAgreed,â you snatched a shot glass and downed it in one gulp.
In a flash, you and Sam gulped down all vodka in the glasses. Between the martini and the two or so shots, you found yourself getting slightly tipsy, but not fully drunk. Still, you let your mind wander while Sam got more shots ordered, fantasizing about how good Hanks 1 and 2 looked in their uniforms.
âWhy, hello there, gorgeous.â
You snapped out of your daydream to see Sam back in her seat and a redhead with freckled skin standing beside you. Weirdly enough- in your tipsy brain- he looked reminiscent of a bonfire. Dressed in a navy blue bunny suit, he possessed far bulky muscles than the previous Hanks, which- nonetheless- made you foam at the mouth for.
âLike what you see?â he grinned.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, your tongue loose from the alcohol.
âI like a honest person,â the redhead purred to you, as he placed the shot glasses down, âNameâs Hank. And what might yours be, gorgeous?â
You told him your name and followed up with, âWhich number are you?â
âThree,â he replied.
âOooo, I love the number three!â Sam chimed in.
âItâs a good number that gets a bad rep,â murmured Hank 3.
Once the shots- likely whiskey, given the color- were assembled, Hank 3 tucked the serving tray behind his back with one hand and bent down to your level. With his free hand, he took one of your own and pressed a light kiss against your knuckles.
âLet me know if you need anything, gorgeous,â he hinted. Hank 3 released your hand and you stared at it, rapidly blinking with a dry mouth. He then gave you and Sam each a wink before exiting.
âDamn, he was flirty,â snickered Sam.
You could only hum in agreement, still dazed from the interaction. Sam nudged a shot glass in your direction, âDrink up.â
You lost count how many shots you took, you estimated somewhere between three to seven. A hazy cloud hung over your mind, as you resumed your muscle man daydream.
âHey there!â
A new bunny arrived with two cans of RedBowls, shots of Jägermeister, and pint glasses. Jägerbombs? God, Iâm so gonna get alcohol poisoning when this is all over, you imagined.
Wearing a violet bunny suit, the man before you was by far the tallest of the Hanks you had encountered so far, his strong legs at your eye level. Like Hank 2, he was on the leaner side, but this man had more visible muscles. With bouncy blond curls and a mismatched tan, he reminded you of a sunny day at the beach.
âYou two having a fun night?â despite the noise of the club, the man in the violet bunny suit spoke clear and loud, âI saw that you ordered a lotta drinks!â
âTotallyyyyyy!â Sam slurred her words, âWho- Which Hank are you?â
âNumber four!â he declared with a big smile, showing off his missing tooth. Imperfect smiles are the cutest, you mused to yourself.
âHow about you?â Hank 4 asked for Sam and yours name, which you happily provided.
âYouâre likeâŚâ you slowly blinked with a silly grin, âSoooo tall.â
âSix foot three, in the flesh, pretty thing,â his tone shifted to something more sensual. At least, that was what you thought. You couldnât exactly think straight from all the alcohol.
âAwesomeâŚâ you mumbled.
Hank 4 prepared your Jägerbombs by pouring the RedBowl and Jägermeister drinks into their respective glasses. He then dropped the Jägermeister shots into the pints, some of the liquor spilling onto the table, âThere you go!â
âThanks!â Sam grabbed her pint and drank it gingerly.
âAnd let me know if you need anything!â Hank 4 repeated the standard line. Before leaving, he squatted down to your level and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âEspecially you, pretty thing.â
You didnât have time to respond, as he skipped off to deliver more drinks. By now, you and Sam were definitely drunk. Yet, through sheer willpower, you were able to request to Sam, âI need⌠I need water.â
âYeahhhhhâŚâ she slurred, âMe tooâŚâ
Sam ordered each of you a tall glass of water and closed the tab. The two of you laid on the hard table like the drunken goofs you were, totally out of it.
âExcuse me, are you Sam?â
You perked your head up and made eye contact with another handsome man, sporting a spring green bunny suit. With chocolate brown waves and a few scattered moles, he was simply gorgeous. You racked your drunk brain for a comparison and all you could think of was What a work of art.
âYes, yes!â Sam mustered up enough control to respond somewhat soberly, âThat is me! And this is my friend, whoâs super duper hot and who you should totally ask out on a date,â or not soberly at all.
âIâm so sorryâŚâ you checked the name tag, âHank 5⌠weâre like⌠hella drunk.â
âThatâs alright, angel,â he reassured you while placing your glasses on the table, âIâm glad you made the decision to cut yourselves off before Eddie had to.â
âEddie?â you asked.
âThe bartender,â explained Hank 5, âHeâs also one of the two owners here.â
âWoahhhhhâŚâ you responded in awe, as if he just told you that he cured cancer or something, âWhoâs⌠the other one?â
âVolt,â stated Hank 5.
âCooooooolâŚâ you extended your reply, âCooool name⌠I hope they treat you all nice and right and what not.â
âThey absolutely do. Now, drink some water, angel,â Hank 5 held up one of the glasses and pressed it to your lips. Obediently, you parted them and drank up some water with his help.
âYou didnât have to- You didnât have to hold it for me,â you huffed like a toddler after you consumed all the water.
âI didnât want you to drop it by accident,â Hank 5 hummed. He then dipped down and added in a softer voice, âBesides⌠I wanted to.â
âYou Hanks are killing me,â you groaned.
On cue, Hanks 1-4 waltzed up to your table, leaning one another all buddy buddy. They waved down at you and Sam shouted, âDamn, dude! You got a harem!â
The Hanks laughed at Samâs commentary while you concealed your face behind your hands in unabashed embarrassment. However, someone pulled your hands apart and handed you a folded up piece of paper.
âFor you, sweetheart,â Hank 1 tapped the paper in your hands.
âWe look forward to hearing from you, darling,â added Hank 2.
âDonât ghost us, gorgeous,â Hank 3 winked at you.
âThat would be mad sucky if you did, pretty thing!â Hank 4 commented.
âHope to see when youâre sober, angel,â Hank 5 concluded.
The five Hanks bid the two of you farewell and returned to work, leaving you and Sam stunned. Quickly, you unfolded the paper and saw five phone numbers written down, accompanied by a short message.
Letâs get to know each other <3
â The Hanks
âHoly- Holy shit,â you stuttered, clutching the paper tightly, âI got a fucking harem.â
Would you mind if I request kissing headcanons for Haarlep with gender neutral s/o?
Haarlep Kiss HCs
Suggestive warning!! + Fluff HCs
He's very passionate and sensual in his kisses 95% of the time. How can he not be? Being an incubus, it's in his nature!!
Kisses are his go-to for EVERYTHING when it comes to you. He's very into physical contact, so one of his favorite ways is to kiss you
Whether it's in passing on the lips, cuddling and pressing a sweet kiss to your hair, or even when he's holding your hand in his - his lips are on your skin.
Goodbye kisses are a must with this man. Doesn't matter if you're going to a shop, or leaving the room. He's wanting a goodbye kiss and if you don't give him one? He's wrapping his tail around you until you give in. (And trust me, he's got a strong gripping strength with his tail)
Most of the time, he's the one to initiate them. But when you're initiating? He's melting on the spot. He leans into the kisses with a low rumble in his chest that might be purring? Who knows really. Growl/purr/trill etc, etc.
He especially loves forehead kisses right in between his horns. Or on the bridge of his nose? If you hear thumping behind him, don't pay any mind to it- it's totally not his tail. He doesn't know what you're talking about.
You really have him wrapped around your finger even if he's not as outright about it. He tries to act so smug but deep down despite being a literal sex demon, he very much prefers soft and sweet affection with you.
Unless yk, being horny 24/7 is your thing (/lhj) then by all means he can very well indulge that aspect for you too. Anything to keep you happy!!
If you are that type of person then Haarlep takes every opportunity to tease you. He cups the back of your neck with his hand. Not quite squeezing, but applying gentle on both sides with his thumb and fingers to tug you up towards his lips.
Sometimes, he'll grasp your neck from the front. Gently holding and guiding you to his lips.
He starts the kiss sweet most of the time before he's sliding his tongue past your lips and won't stop until you're breathless.
The smirk that's on his lips once he's pulling away..... Wow.
He's rather vocal with his more sensual kisses. Very breathy with some growls and groans. Mostly for show, but on occasion he lets them slip naturally from how desperate he is for you and your kisses.
He will kiss any and all scars!! He's not always vocal in his praise. There are times where he's telling you how beautiful/handsome you are, and how strong you are. Other times, he will sit there in silence, pressing delicate pecks along the scars. Holding you so loving and tenderly as if you would melt away if he lets go.
He just cares so much about you and loves you soooooo much :((
Also not me totally realizing it's Haarlep instead of Harleep btw haha
The idea that cupping someone's face makes em go all soft always gets me because like-
Lucifer's eyebrows knitting together briefly when you touch him, though you watch as that always-present tension slowly melts from his expression. All he can do is sigh against you and fix a gentle gaze on you, despite asking what it is you want (like he's annoyed or something lol)
Mammon pausing his usual ramblings about his next big money grab and immediately softening up under your touch. You know he'll deny leaning into your left palm for more of it, so you don't say anything and let him go as far as to grab your wrists; gently, of course. Don't hold anyone else like this, you hear?
Levi's attention being torn away from his PC screen, something heâd normally react angrily and LOUDLY to, but the moment his eyes lock with yours, he's gone rigid from head to toe. His headset slides off and you can feel his skin heat up beneath your palms, while he tries to find something, ANYTHING to look at other than your face. You're too close..!
Satan looking up from the book in his hands, being forced to correct his terrible reading posture if he wants to greet you properly. You notice the way his body relaxes under your touch as if releasing a knot heâd been carrying all day, and his laugh is soft and airy when he asks if you were lonely. Don't worry, he'll happily read to you.
The playful lilt of Asmodeus's "Hm?" when you take his face into your hands, and the way he closes his eyes with no qualms about his unfinished manicure. Your skin is so warm and he can never get enough of it, you know? And the way you always touch him so tenderly makes his heart fuller than he can ever understand. Stay a little longer, please?
Beel's assumption that you've moved to brush stray crumbs from his cheeks, but when your gentle hands have lingered much longer than expected, his cheeks grow a little warmer. That subtle smile spreads itself across his face to melt away at its stoic exterior, and he breathes a soft chuckle through his nose. Funny, he was just about to order takeout, but now he feels like he's had a full course meal. Wonder why.
Belphie still not waking from his nap on the sofa despite your hands against his face. He stirs slightly, but only to turn his face toward your palm. His soft breaths tickle your palm while the smile quirking on his face warms your heart. Was that an "I love you" he just muttered? It's too bad you didn't have your phone on you, but you doubt you'd forget this anyway.
if you're not busy could I ask for some domestic life headcanons because I am boring and he deserves to be able to relax and get breakfast in bed on Sundays or something
unrelated but I can 100% see him being a cuddler, but like, specifically if nothing needs to be done will not let go withoht lots of complaints. Bros been so busy and now he's like idk reclaiming the time he's missed or smt
I just love zevlor ok
Domestic Zevlor HCs
⢠He would 100% be very cuddly and borderline clingy when he knows there's nothing to do! So expect for him to keep his partner in bed or lounging around the house all day.
â˘Leaving the house is out of the question. Point blank period.
â˘Tav can try to pull him off but he's going to cling to them for dear life. Might even use his sharp claw like nails and his tail to coil around and keep them close. Painful, but with good intentions! So it's fine, right?
⢠From the fact he worked day and night to get his people to safety, he's also no longer an early bird once he and the rest of the tieflings have settled into their new homes
⢠He's been so tired :( let him sleep!
⢠That being said, if Tav is an early bird and they try to wake him? He won't budge. He might drag them down into bed if they linger close enough to the bed
⢠He's got crazy strength despite being such an old man /affectionate
⢠When he does wake up however!! He's a little crummy but once he's got a nice breakfast and some tea or coffee then he's right as rain (which he subtly begs Tav to make for him since he adores their cooking)
⢠After he's been served breakfast - he normally takes up most of the household chores. In a way, after living on the road and in between homes - he can get a bit hectic about the 'control' of his own environment. But considering his past, could you blame him?
⢠However when he doesn't do his chores, he's grabbing a nice book or indulging into whatever leisure activities he can as long as they involve Tav
⢠Parallel play is his favorite type of bonding time with his partner!! Neither of them have to actively be doing anything together but as long as he's in the same room and keeps his hold on them in some sort of way (namely he keeps his tail wrapped around their arm/leg/ankle/etc) then he's having the time of his life
⢠He enjoys the simple things!!
⢠Maybe he also invests in writing or painting. He uses it as his escape for the things he's had to endure at the grove and his time fleeting Elturel.
⢠He would find some hobby in birdwatching or people watching. He might find a place to sit in Baldur's Gate far enough not to be a disturbance and observe
I'm so very sorry that I took so long for this but I hope you enjoy these nonsense ramblings I call headcanons /lh
Only Obey Me because you had written for it before! But only if you have the motivation for it! It's not good to force yourself, after all đ¤
I've been in and out of it!! It is still very dear to my heart and I love love LOVE Mammon and Lucifer... They're my faves (even though I have Belphie as my profile theme lmao)
Is there anything in specific you'd like? Or maybe a specific character? I'd love to write for any of them!! :D
Baldur's Gate 3 if you have the motivation for it! What other fandoms would you consider writing for? Thanks!
I'll try my best to do BG3!! I haven't finished the game so some of the characters I know next to nothing about and that game is one I don't exactly want to spoil myself on :'))
I'm also considering Stardew Valley because I've been rather invested into that silly game as of late
But ultimately if it's a fandom I know of, I can definitely try to write for it!
I forgot to ask! Would you write for Harleep & 6 characters for headcanons? Thanks!
What kind of headcanons are you wanting? /lhq I'm not exactly sure what you want in specific so if you could supply me with a bit more detail that would be much appreciated!
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