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The Hanks Headcanons!

The Hanks x F!Reader

TW: NSFW, Group Sex, Kinks, Talk about getting Reader pregnant, NOT Proofread, Fluff + smut, Oral mention, Dick Piercing.

A/N: Request finished! Hope you enjoy this!! Please lmk if there are any spelling / grammar mistakes! ❤︎ ya!

₊˚ෆ The Hanks are TOTAL cuddle bugs. Atleast once a day you’re dragged onto the bed and dog pilled.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.1 Spoons you. As generic as it is, it works. Feeling his stubble tickling against the back of your neck makes you squirm and makes him grip on to you tighter.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.2 Cuddles in the Pretzel position. Being tangled up with you is probably his favorite part of his day. You make him feel secure.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.3 Does the Face-to-Face embrace. He loves to feel your body up close to his, even if it isn’t sexual. His hands automatically glide up and down your arms to smooth you to slumber.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.4 Cuddles in The Long Day position. He loves to rest his head on your lap. He practically begs you to run your fingers through his soft curls.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.5 Uses the Head on Chest position. He loves feeling your body draped over him like a weighted blanket. He burries his face in your hair as you nuzzle into his jaw.

₊˚ෆ When one of them is sick, you’re the sole care-taker. The other Hanks try to stay away, instead sending you into the bedroom with cards and flowers for their missing bro.

₊˚ෆ Going out in public rewards you weird looks. You’re leading the line as 5 muscular himbos trail after you, desperate to hold your hand.

₊˚ෆ You can’t sleep without a fan. Who knew that The Hanks ran so warm? You have to strip down to your undergarments with your fan cranked up to the highest setting if you want even a second of sleep.

₊˚ෆ but in all honesty, they kinda just want you to sleep nude.

₊˚ෆ All of the Hanks have their own favorite sex positions and kinks, so group sex is more difficult than you think.

₊˚ෆ Most of the time, you’re on your hands and knees. One Hank behind you, entering your wet hole with steady thrusts. His palms hitting against your ass. Another Hank is infront of you, taking your cheeks in his hands and pressing open your mouth, ready for a blowjob.

₊˚ෆ The other Hanks are gathered around watching you as they jerk themselves off. Occasionally, you have the strength to reach over and rub their pink tips.

₊˚ෆ They’re all equally weak in the knees for you, of course. But when you’re ovulating Hank no.5 is pouncing on you.

₊˚ෆ In every position, day and night. Hank no.5 is desperate to get you pregnant. Desperate to start a family with you.

₊˚ෆ Feeling like Hank no.1 would have a Prince Albert Piercing. When he scheduled the appointment, he asked if any of them wanted to get one done as well. All of the Hanks immediately declined.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.3 probably likes to oil you up. Watching his hand glide against your soft skin, rubbing the ointment across your naked body sends shiver down his spine.

₊˚ෆ Hank no.4 loves being tied up, ESPECIALLY if you’re ridding him. Probably sends you whimper audios while you’re out in public… whaaat who said that haha…..

₊˚ෆ Hank no.2 is a master at finding your sensitive spots, and loves to abuse that power. Watching you squirm in his grasp makes him grip onto you tighter. He loves to use his mouth on you.

₊˚ෆ They’re all unique in their own ways, but they all love you.

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Cam girl! reader who has recorded on basically every surface of her house

She was scraping by but wanted that extra income so she turned to OnlyFans

It started with just pictures of her in skimpy lingerie

To which she uploads on her computer

And she eventually gains a nice following, requests coming in with high dollar amounts

Before you know it you're filming videos

Videos of you humping your pillow, table, washer/dryer, anything you could grab onto

Then videos of you fucking yourself with a bright pink dildo, different videos of it suctioned to the edge of the tub, toilet seat, even the bathroom counter as you fuck yourself in the mirror

And after so long you're fucking yourself in the shower, dildo suction to the glass wall as you grind back on it, holding the shower head against your sensitive tits or clit

You even fall victim to stupid roleplay opportunities

Sitting in your office pretending you're a pretty secretary eager to get fucked

In the living room as a babysitter getting paid in dick

Even appealing to your more "nerdy" fans as you pretend to fuck yourself on your dungeon masters dick

Or in your at home gym as a desperate yoga instructor

And let's not forget the stupid photos you post to tease your audience

"Baking" in the kitchen, as flour covers your tits and ass

Photos in the shower or bath, suds barely covering your naked body

Or pictures in the foggy mirror, just outlining your curves

So imagine your surprise when you get the dateviators and realize the objects you've been fucking yourself on and around are alive?

They're all so eager to talk to you, all having different experiences with you

But you get anxious and stop, stop the camming and talking to the household objects

You spend more days laying in bed, feeling a sense of guilt and shame

It took you awhile before putting the glasses back on, greeted by Betty as she tells you that all the objects miss her and reassures you that you have nothing to be afraid of

If anything, they encourage it

Thinking of writing individual scenarios for this with different objects, lemme know if I should and what objects/scenarios

And should this be a series, I lowkey want it to be but won't write it if ppl don't want it lol

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hanks #3 and #4 make out sloppy on your clit — moaning with tongues intertwining and swiping against your sensitive pussy while #4 curls two fingers inside your gushy cunt and #3 thumbs at your ass. in this essay i will

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Here’s some of my Date Everything x Homeowner Oc Art

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⋆˚꩜｡ inked up - the hanks x reader

word count: 1059

summary: a trip to the tattoo parlor grants the hanks a pleasant surprise :)

a/n: hi hi this is my first drabble/writing piece in a hot minute so i hope it's alright! i love the hanks so much so feel free to request some hanks posts, them alone or x reader <3

Buzzing and chatter fills the tattoo parlor, as you sit quietly in the waiting room. Bricked walls are lined with the artists' various portfolios, refreshments offered in a small fridge in the corner with a basket of snacks on top. Soon, a woman in a paint-splattered tank top pokes her head into the room, flashing you a smile, “Hi there! Are you my 2pm?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you confirm. She steps inside the waiting room, exposing the assortment of black outlined tattoos scattered about her arms, “Awesome, cool! Well, I’m Tiana, it’s nice to meet you in person,” the two of you shake hands, “Are you ready for your tattoo?”

“Yup!” you nod. Tiana grins at your enthusiasm and holds up a stencil, “I never had a client bring me such a crisp reference before, I hope I converted it to the stencil well. Thoughts?”

You examine the stencil with a twinkle of playful mischief in your eyes, “It’s perfect.”

Tiana claps her hands together, “Then let’s get to it!”

You fiddle with the keys on your lanyard and reach to unlock the door, but someone beats you to it. Now wide open, the joyous face of Hank 3 greets you, “Hey there, bro-babe! Happy to see you back.”

“Happy to see you, too!” you peck him on the lips, earning a pretty pink flush from the redhead. You waltz inside and hang your belongings on the nearby coat rack, “Did you and the boys have a nice day windsurfing?”

“Sure did, gorgeous! The winds were gnarly!” dark muscular arms wrap around your waist, Hank 1 resting his chin on your shoulder. You turn your head to the side and give him a smooch on his temple, “That’s great to hear.”

Hank 1 releases his hold on you and twirls you around, about to plant a deep kiss on your lips when a loud “Is bro-babe home?!” echos down the hallway, quickly followed by the sound of approaching feet. Hank 4 appears around the corner and ambushes you with a tight hug. You squeak and he peppers your cheeks with kisses, “You’re home! You’re home!” he cheers.

“I am! I am!” you match his puppy-like excitement and return the favor with a kiss on the lips, “And I have a surprise for everyone. Where’s Hanks 2 and 5?”

“Stuck in the bathroom, trying to get sand out of their, uh,” Hank 1 stifles back a laugh, “Well, as Hank 2 put it, crevices.”

“Seems like he’s been brushing up on his vocabulary for his book,” you hum, “Tell them to come up to the bedroom when they’re done.”

“On it!” Hank 4 salutes, running off to inform the remaining Hanks.

“The bedroom, huh? Are we getting a special show from our resident hottie?” Hank 3 purrs, raising his eyebrows up and down while playing with a piece of your hair.

“Maybe,” your fingers trail their way up towards the freckled man’s neck and you pull Hank 3 down by the color of his muscle tee, “If you’re a good boy.”

Hank 3 goes stiff as a board and- like Hank 4- gives you a salute, “Yes, house-babe!”

Hank 1 rolls his eyes at his counterpart, “Still can’t take what you dish out, huh, Hank 3?”

“Zip it,” the blushing Hank in blue grumbles.

Hank 1 smirks triumphantly, arms crossed against his board chest. You seize the lull in conversation to beckon the two of them up the stairs, “C’mon, boys. Don’t keep me waiting,” you spin on your heel and make your way up to the communal bedroom.

It takes a solid ten minute for all of the Hanks to assemble in the bedroom. When Hanks 2 and 5 finally come in, you bite back a laugh at the sight of their misfortune. They each sport a look of utter regret, sand particles evident in their dark hair. You hop off the bed and kiss them both on the cheek, "My poor babies," you coo.

Both Hanks' faces heat up at your soft words, "D- Don't fret, house-babe! We'll get it out eventually," Hank 2 glances over at Hank 5 with a strained smile, "Right?"

Hank 5 presses his lips into a thin line, "Dude... I have no freaking idea," he smacks the side of his head, sand falling out from his hair, "Maybe after a few showers.”

“Hopefully!” you hum, “But in the meantime, lemme show you guys the surprise!”

The Hanks watch with bated breath, as you strip yourself of your shirt. Hank 3 lets out a low wolf whistle at the sight of your bare chest while the other Hanks eye you up with flushed expressions.

“Surprise!” you turn your back to the Hanks. They gawk at the tattoo on your upper shoulder, a pinwheel of colorful hangers, identical to their own tattoos, “What do you think?”

“Oh, babe…” Hank 1’s fingers gently graze against the wrapped tattoo.

“This is amazing,” Hank 2 rests his chin on the opposite shoulder, admiring the sight.

“You look so sexy with ink,” Hank 3 mutters in your ear.

“No cap,” Hank 4 whirls a strand of your hair, “Hella sexy, gorgeous.”

“I think it’s the perfect time to show you our surprise,” Hank 5 pecks a kiss on your forehead. He gestures to Hank 1, who jogs out of the bedroom. The first Hank returns with a folded piece of paper, “Here it is!” he hands it to you.

You open it up and let out a small gasp. On the paper, the design is akin to the original hanger pinwheel but with a small black star in the center. Your heart softens at the implication, “Is that me?”

“Hell yeah, it is!” Hank 4 beams.

“We planned on doing our touch ups while you were out with your friends this weekend” Hank 2 chuckles, “Guess we gotta reschedule so you can come, bro-babe!"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, "Oh, you all..." you sniffle a bit and feel Hank 5's thumb wipe away any escaped tears, "We love you, pretty bro."

"I love you all too," you open your arms up, "Now gimme a hug!"

"GROUP HUG!" Hank 4 exclaims, as he dives into your arms. The other Hanks enter your embrace more gently, your body enveloped in the warmth of five amazing former hangers... your boys.

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General Date Everything Hector Headcanons

Summary: This is pretty self explanatory. Hector lives rent free in my brain I love him so much that’s my wife right there.

Warnings: Hector being Hector. Nothing much in my eyes, but if there’s something then feel free to tell me

He gets better at accepting himself and how he looks with the help of you and everyone else. He still struggles with his self esteem and being more social sometimes, but he really is getting better. You help him a lot by helping reassure him that no one is looking at him in a negative way and that you like his features and how/who he is

He flusters very very easy, we know this. Any complaint you give him makes him redder than a tomato and heat up like the summer sun. You mention that you find his crooked nose cute and quirky literally anything like that and he was ready to just blow up right there. Not to mention anytime you flirt with him he’s also just completely shutting down from how flustered he is. You drive him crazy. You really do.

He struggles with giving physical affection. Not because he doesn’t want to hold you, trust me he wants to hold you more than anything in the whole world, but it’s just that he’s scared that he’s going to come across as clingy and scare you off. He’s always worried that you’re going to finally find something that makes you leave him for the dust. You’re free to give him as much physical affection as you want though, it’s always a privilege to him and he will cherish it deeply. Feel free to just smother him, he’ll be there hanging on your arm. He’ll get more comfortable and confident to give you affection eventually, but he likes when you do it more.

I’m serious though, you can love on him all you want. Give him kisses, hug him, caress his cheeks and hair. He’ll melt. He honestly longs for your touch and will always be waiting for you. Is he touch staved? Yes very. Please give him some love. He especially likes it if you kiss his face. It reinforces his road to accepting himself.

He actually likes any form of love language you have. Words of affirmation? He might get a little red in the face but sure! Acts of service? You really don’t have to do anything for him but the fact that you want to do them because your love for him compels you to do it means a lot to him. Gift giving? Literally everything you give him is a holy relic now. Quality time? The fact that you want to spend most of the time in your day and night with him means so much to him.

(Post realization) He’s little chubby. I’m sorry but I’m not sorry he’s chubby to me. He’s got a little tummy. He’s extra soft for you <3 More to love and cuddle at night

Plus he’s warm. He actually runs so warm even after you realize him, at first it was because when he’s happy his heating system in his body acts up but after he becomes human he’s just naturally really warm. He doesn’t really feel it himself but when he hugs you it’s nice and warm. Keeps you nice and warm on cold nights.

Snorts when he laughs. He’s insecure about it at first but learns to like it too when it makes you giggle or laugh because you think it’s cute. He does snore when he sleeps though. Not super loud, but it’s there. It’s like a moderately light noise. You could totally get used to it.

His hair is very soft and actually well kept you could definitely run your hands through it just fine. His curls are just really tight. You never have to worry about it being crunchy or coarse. He takes excellent care of it. And he really likes it when you do play with and pet his hair when you’re cuddling. Like REALLY likes it. He would definitely stay put if it meant you kept doing it

Could listen to you talk for forever. You could talk his ear off about anything at all and he’d be listening to your every word and remember everything you said. Like yes please tell him about the weird dream you had last night, or the rude lady at the grocery store today, or how you think it’s funny that your neighbor seems to judge you for going out to get the mail in the morning still in your pajamas sometimes but you’ve seen him out on his porch in just his boxers and an old shirt before. You could actually talk about the process of a snail moving in great detail and he’d just be like “uh huh :)”.

Obviously he’s a massive lover boy but he somehow gets worse when you get together. You’re everything to him. You are truly the sun, moon, earth, stars, universe, and heaven to him and he’s just a tiny little ant that you noticed somehow. He could, and probably has, cried over how much he loves you. It’s almost a scientific anomaly how much love for you he’s actually able to store in his body. If love could conduct energy he could fuel a nuclear radiator. Volt and Eddie would need to watch tf out.

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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I can't belive no one wrote something for Date everything x reader where the MC is walking around the hause without pants on. MC's entire outfit before gating the deteviators is just some plain t-shirt and underwear, maybe sometimes even without the shirt when theres a heatwave. Sadly, when MC got the deteviators and realized that all the objects in they'r house are sentient, they stoped walking around with they'r ass out, whitch kinda got the detables like this

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ "Making cream will be a dream" yeah parker it will be pls get on the bed you yapping, nerdy, lovable man

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I'm sorry

(Bob's burgers audio)

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Date Everything fic where the player grew up in a dirty, hoarding household so now they obsessively clean and worry about small messes nonstop

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so incredibly down bad for Hank 3, need him carnally, want to flirt and embarrass him. Watch him go red in the face, watch him stutter. All what he loves doing to others. Something about a man going weak and a begging mess is incredibly hot

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Idk if ur taking requests, but if you are can you write something for the hanks x fem!reader? NSFW perchance 🙀🙀🙀

˚⊹ ᰔ Extreme Measures

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the hanks x reader .☘︎ ݁˖

⌗ summary: After a near-disastrous adventure, the Hanks confess what they’ve been trying to prove to you all along.

⌗ warnings!: female reader, p in v, oral sex, sixsome, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink, handjobs, masturbation, everyone orgasms

⌗ author’s note: hey guys… the poll between mateo and mitchell is almost over ✌️ one of them is next i promise!!! also is hank 5 really packing all of that? let’s find out! u can also read this on my ao3!

It was obvious that the Hanks liked to go on adventures around the house. Ask any object and they’d tell you about their shenanigans! No matter what new extreme sport the Hanks were doing, you’d always tag along. It made them feel special to have you partake in their ideas of fun.

Of course, with every adventure came serious risks. The same risks that the Hanks lost Hank #6 and #7… and #8 to. You could tell that they were still a little shaken from it. Sometimes, when they thought you weren’t looking, Hank 1 would glance at the hallway where it happened. Hank 2 would grip your hand a little tighter during bungee-cord jumps. And Hank 5, sweet as ever, kept bringing up his dream of having a family “before it’s too late.”

Today’s adventure hadn’t ended in tragedy, thankfully—but it did end with a huge hole in the wall, a nearly concussed Hank 4, and you dragging them all back to your bedroom for a very firm talking-to.

“You guys have to be more careful,” you huffed, crossing your arms as the five hangers looked up at you from the bed, sheepish and sweaty. “We are careful!” Hank 1 defended. “Well, mostly! I mean, this time we actually wore helmets!”

“Guys,” you sighed, moving to kneel beside Hank 4 with an ice pack. “I love you, but you’re all gonna get yourselves killed.”

“Wait...You love us?” Hank 5 asked, way too softly, like he couldn’t believe you’d said it. The other Hanks gasped, waiting for your response.

You froze.

“I mean,” you tried to backpedal, unsure of their reaction, “I care! Obviously! You’re my favorite squad to hang with, but Red Bowl isn’t protecting you enough—”

“We just wanted to impress you,” Hank 3 said, almost a whisper. “Wait, what?” You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Yeah,” Hank 2 nodded quickly, “Like, every time. We’ve been trying to show off for weeks. And you’re always patching us up and being all gentle and nice and—” He trailed off, face going pink.

Well, that explained why they never asked Farya to help with any of their injuries.

“We like you! A lot…” You were so surprised by their words that you couldn’t even tell who spewed out the confession. Maybe all of them?

It was weird to see the Hanks all quiet and nervous like this. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “Guys, are you kidding? You’re the coolest people in this house!” You said with a genuine smile. “You’ve all impressed me in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

All of the Hanks beamed at your words, jaws slack. They looked like they were dreaming, were they dreaming? This had to be a dream.

“You’re just so pretty …and brave, and cool— and you always hang out with us even though we’re always doing something batshit crazy. You’re like, not scared of anything.” Hank 2 confessed as the other Hanks nodded. “Yeah. That’s really hot.” Hank 3 added, blushing furiously.

You stared at them. Five beautiful, wide-eyed, chaotic hangers. Thank you dateviators.

“…So what, you want me to date all five of you?” you said slowly, teasingly.

A pause.

Then Hank 5, sweet and hopeful, whispered, “We thought you’d never ask.” You didn’t even have time to say anything in response before they were on you. All five of them, warm hands and stronger-than-you-expected arms wrapping you up, touching you everywhere, and tugging you into the bed like they couldn’t believe you were real.

Hank 3 kissed you first, messy and fast, just wanting to feel his lips on yours before Hank 1 pulled you towards him and pressed a kiss hard on your lips. You felt dizzy as Hank 2’s lips were on your neck, along with Hank 4’s, sucking and biting until you were stained with purple. If that wasn’t enough, you felt Hank 3 and his hands touching you everywhere , groping so softly at your hips and sides. Hank 5 kissed you like he’d dreamed about it a thousand times, tongue sliding past your lips so slow and sweet, like you were something delicate enough to break at any moment. You couldn’t help the way your back arched into each of their touches, making you whine softly.

“We need you. Right now.” Hank 5 groaned out, pushing you onto your back. You nodded without protest, letting the Hanks pull off your shirt and slide their fingers under the waistband of your pants, pulling them down slowly until you’re left in your under garments. You felt so exposed like this under them, watching how their eyes ravished every inch of your body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Hank 3 murmured, lips now moving down your neck, kissing every tender mark left by Hanks 2 and 4. You shivered as he pressed a kiss just above your collarbone, making your body feel hot and head fuzzy.

Hank 1 moved to take off his jumpsuit, tossing it behind him without looking. “We should—uh, we should probably lose the rest of our clothes too, right?” he asked, already fumbling at his boxers. The others didn’t even answer—just followed suit, clothes dropping to the floor one by one.

They weren’t shy, but they weren’t rushing either. Each Hank had his eyes locked on you as they undressed, like they were savoring the way your chest heaved and your thighs pressed together. You tried not to stare—but it was impossible.

They were all so different, and all so beautiful. Lean torsos, flushed faces, eager hands. Hank 2 was already hard, and he blushed when he caught you looking. “S-Sorry. Just… kinda excited.”

“Same,” Hank 4 muttered shyly, running a hand through his tousled hair. “You just look… really pretty like this.”

Hank 5 cupped your face gently, thumb stroking your cheek. “Tell us if anything’s too much, okay?” he whispered, eyes searching yours like this moment meant the world to him. “We’ll take good care of you.”

You nodded, already dazed and breathless, unable to say anything but a soft, “I know.” You couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Okay— I got you… I’ll be gentle, baby.” Hank 5 said breathlessly, his voice cracking with urgency as he pressed sweet kisses to your jaw and collarbone.

You nodded, already dizzy from the sheer intensity of it all. “Please, Hank,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

He settled between your legs, guiding his thick cock to your entrance slowly, like he was lining himself up with something sacred. “Just tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured again, and then pushed in—slow, deep, his forehead resting against yours as you clenched tight around him.

Your moan was caught against his lips, and he swallowed every sound you made.

Before the delicious haze could fully settle over you, Hank 3 climbed up beside you, already stroking himself, eyes glazed and lips parted. “C-Can I… please?”

You opened your mouth for him without hesitation, and he moaned, “Oh fuck, thank you—” as he slipped his cock past your lips. He wasn’t rough—just eager, desperate. His hand tangled in your hair to steady himself as he slowly rocked forward, matching the rhythm of Hank 5’s slow, loving thrusts.

“God, look at you,” Hank 1 groaned. He was kneeling near your head, pumping his cock as he stared down at your flushed face, lips stretched around Hank 3, and your body trembling beneath Hank 5. “So fuckin’ pretty like this… You gonna let me finish on that face?”

You whimpered around Hank 3’s cock in response, basically telling him you wanted nothing more than that.

Meanwhile, Hank 4 had wedged himself along your side, straddling your thigh, rutting gently against it with a dazed, needy expression that drove you crazy. “I c-can’t help it,” he gasped. “You just feel so good, I just—oh fuck —”

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he ground against you, moaning softly with each slow thrust of his hips against your skin, warm and sticky with his precum.

And sweet Hank 2– so eager to feel you in any way, kneeling by your free hand, bringing it to his throbbing cock, panting. “Can I…?” he didn’t even finish, just looked at you with big pleading eyes.

You reached for him, wrapping your fingers around his cock, and he gasped like you’d just saved his life. “Oh fuck, oh my god��thank you, thank you—”

You felt fucking insane. All you could hear were five voices overlapping with moans and praise and desperation, every inch of you being touched and loved so sweetly. Every Hank had you in some way, like you were the center of gravity in their world.

Your body rocked with every thrust from Hank 5, slow and deep and so full of love it made your chest ache. His fingers were gripping your warm plush skin, eyes locked on your beautiful face like it was all that mattered.

“You feel… so good,” he panted, hips stuttering as your walls clenched around him. “Better than I dreamed about.”

Hank 3 moaned as he fucked your mouth, careful not to push too far but still overwhelmed by the way your lips wrapped around him so eagerly. “She’s taking me so well,” he choked out, “You’re such a good girl—fuck—”

Hank 1 was close now too, his hand moving fast as he stared down at you. “Gonna make such a mess of you, baby,” he grunted. “Gonna paint that pretty face—can I? Please?”

You tried to nod, your mouth still full of Hank 3, and the groan that tore from Hank 1’s throat was filthy. “Fuck…you’re so perfect.”

Hank 2 whimpered against your shoulder, your hand working his cock faster, slick and warm in your grip. “I’m not gonna last,” he cried out, whole body trembling as he pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna make me come, hah—”

And Hank 4 was losing his mind, humping desperately against your thigh, whining so sweetly with every roll of his hips. “I can’t stop,I can’t—you feel too good—!”

You were just as close, stretched full and fucked open, every inch of your skin burning with sensation. Hank 5 grabbed your hips, fucking into you faster now, messier, moaning your name like it was all he knew. “Come for me—come on, I know you can—wanna feel it, wanna come with you—”

That was all it took. Your orgasm slammed into you like a shockwave, making your whole body seize up. You clenched tight around Hank 5, moaning brokenly around Hank 3’s cock as your vision went white and blurry.

Hank 5 came with a sob, hips pressed flush to yours as he spilled inside you, shaking, pressing kisses to your face over and over. “Loveyousomuch— gonna… gonna put a baby in you—” he panted out.

Hank 3 came seconds later, crying out as he pulled out just in time to finish across your lips and chin, gasping, “Shit…you’re so hot—”

Hank 1 followed, gritting his teeth as he came all over your chest and face, hand still pumping his cock in tight strokes. “Look at you, fuck—look at what we did to you—”

Hank 4 whimpered as his hips stuttered against your thigh, cock twitching as he made a mess across your skin, his voice so soft and desperate. “You’re so amazing—I couldn’t help it…”

And Hank 2? He sobbed your name as he came hard in your hand, biting his lip to keep from crying out too loud. “T-Thank you—oh god—thank you—”

You could’ve died happily right there, in Hank 5’s arms, surrounded by the other panting Hanks who now laid on the bed. Any other person would find this situation suffocating, but it was really quite nice. You felt so at home with the Hanks, as they did with you.

“We’re gonna marry you,” Hank 3 said dreamily.

“I’m gonna be the best dad,” Hank 5 sighed.

“You’re never getting rid of us now,” Hank 1 warned sweetly.

You just smiled, melting between them, sticky and sore and entirely loved.

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Your #1 Fan!💖

Literally had so much fun putting her together! Someone stop me from making more DE cosplays😂

Character: Fantina

Game: Date Everything by Sassy Chap Games

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I lied, I’m not that freaky…. It would’ve probably look like this…

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I’m on a roll

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im too broke to ask anyone to do it for me im sorry😭

ok so i have an oc idea for date everything and i feel like im going crazy. crazy? i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room filled with rats. rats? they make me crazy. crazy?

yea anyway

IF THERE ARE ANY ARTISTS PLZ LET ME KNOW! I have an idea for a crazy gal named pinky pills. she is a bottle of antidepressants with a pink bottle or pink skunk striped hair. she has to be a crazy girl i LOVE my women crazy about me.