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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.