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With only mere days left, Halloween was right around the corner. The Hanks were giddy, excitedly talking about the mysterious hat and jar filled with folded paper you pulled out from the laundry closet. You set everything down on the table, pouring the contents of the jar into the hat. Placing the jar down, you take the hat into your hands, shaking it enough to stir the paper but being mindful not to let any of them fall out.

“Alright, you are all gonna draw from the hat and see what you’re going to dress up as for Halloween!”

“MYSTERY COSTUMES?! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!” They all shout together.

“Alright, we’re gonna go in this order: Hank 1, Hank 3, Hank 2, Hank 5, and Hank 4.” They all ‘ooo’ as they line up in the order you dictated. Hank 1 is the first up at the hat, his hand pushing through the papers, swirling around until he lifts his hand back out, a piece pressed between his thumb and forefinger. He opens it, and grins.

“Werewolf but more man than wolf!” Shouts Hank 1. The others clap, cheering, just as excited as he is. Next, Hank 3 approaches, plucking from the hat without much consideration. He opens the paper, and chuckles, eyeing you.

“Nurse… but sexy, heh.” Hank 3 wiggles his eyebrows, and you smile, interrupting their roll call.

“But, you’re already a sexy nurse, babe.” He grins at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in for a deep kiss. When you two part the others groan.

“Guys. C’mon, roll call!” Hank 1 mutters.

“Fine, fine, sorry. Continue, brosephs.” Hank 3 steps aside, allowing Hank 2 to come up. He rummages his hand through lightly, pulling out a slip, reading it.

“Angel… with a BDSM twist?!” Responds Hank 2. The others look at him knowingly, sly smiles on their faces. Next is Hank 5, who hesitates for a moment before reaching around until he finally grabs one, reading it.

“A ghost bride… Huh.” He nods thoughtfully, as Hank 4 excitedly comes up, quickly yanking out a slip of paper, reading it.

“Uh… Mummy?” Hank 4 tilts his head, scratching the back of it. “It’s so… tame compared to the others.”

You laugh, shrugging.

“Hey, you grabbed it. So! Now that you all have your theme, let’s start making your outfits! Hank 1, I got some scrap fur that we can use to make your’s. Hopefully there’s enough… The rest of you, sit tight, I’ll help get yours together too.”

They all grin, cheering.

“Heeey, wait.” Hank 2 suddenly speaks out. “You didn’t grab one, House Honey!”

“Heh, I already have mine planned out. Trust me, it’s a good surprise.” They all grin at that, a glint of a sparkle in their eyes.

“Yo, ‘bout how long you think it’ll take?” Hank 4 asks. You shrug, mulling it over for a second.

“Hm… Give me about two hours?” They nod.

“Aight, we’re gonna hit the pavement for a bit, stretch our legs while you two do your thing if that’s cool?” Hank 5 asks. You nod, smiling, waving them off.

“That’s fine, go get some fresh air.”

“LATER HOMIES!” The four of them cheer out, all grabbing their sneakers, and out the door within moments, leaving you and Hank 1 alone together.

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Chapter 1

With only mere days left, Halloween was right around the corner. The Hanks were giddy, excitedly talking about the mysterious hat and jar filled with folded paper you pulled out from the laundry closet. You set everything down on the table, pouring the contents of the jar into the hat. Placing the jar down, you take the hat into your hands, shaking it enough to stir the paper but being mindful not to let any of them fall out.

“Alright, you are all gonna draw from the hat and see what you’re going to dress up as for Halloween!”

“MYSTERY COSTUMES?! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!” They all shout together.

“Alright, we’re gonna go in this order: Hank 1, Hank 3, Hank 2, Hank 5, and Hank 4.” They all ‘ooo’ as they line up in the order you dictated. Hank 1 is the first up at the hat, his hand pushing through the papers, swirling around until he lifts his hand back out, a piece pressed between his thumb and forefinger. He opens it, and grins.

“Werewolf but more man than wolf!” Shouts Hank 1. The others clap, cheering, just as excited as he is. Next, Hank 3 approaches, plucking from the hat without much consideration. He opens the paper, and chuckles, eyeing you.

“Nurse… but sexy, heh.” Hank 3 wiggles his eyebrows, and you smile, interrupting their roll call.

“But, you’re already a sexy nurse, babe.” He grins at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in for a deep kiss. When you two part the others groan.

“Guys. C’mon, roll call!” Hank 1 mutters.

“Fine, fine, sorry. Continue, brosephs.” Hank 3 steps aside, allowing Hank 2 to come up. He rummages his hand through lightly, pulling out a slip, reading it.

“Angel… with a BDSM twist?!” Responds Hank 2. The others look at him knowingly, sly smiles on their faces. Next is Hank 5, who hesitates for a moment before reaching around until he finally grabs one, reading it.

“A ghost bride… Huh.” He nods thoughtfully, as Hank 4 excitedly comes up, quickly yanking out a slip of paper, reading it.

“Uh… Mummy?” Hank 4 tilts his head, scratching the back of it. “It’s so… tame compared to the others.”

You laugh, shrugging.

“Hey, you grabbed it. So! Now that you all have your theme, let’s start making your outfits! Hank 1, I got some scrap fur that we can use to make your’s. Hopefully there’s enough… The rest of you, sit tight, I’ll help get yours together too.”

They all grin, cheering.

“Heeey, wait.” Hank 2 suddenly speaks out. “You didn’t grab one, House Honey!”

“Heh, I already have mine planned out. Trust me, it’s a good surprise.” They all grin at that, a glint of a sparkle in their eyes.

“Yo, ‘bout how long you think it’ll take?” Hank 4 asks. You shrug, mulling it over for a second.

“Hm… Give me about two hours?” They nod.

“Aight, we’re gonna hit the pavement for a bit, stretch our legs while you two do your thing if that’s cool?” Hank 5 asks. You nod, smiling, waving them off.

“That’s fine, go get some fresh air.”

“LATER HOMIES!” The four of them cheer out, all grabbing their sneakers, and out the door within moments, leaving you and Hank 1 alone together.

Chapter 2

You lead Hank 1 to the attic, scouring through some boxes until you find what you’re looking for: faux fur. You don’t entirely remember what its original purpose was for, but it has come in handy now. Though, you didn’t have much to work with once you gauged the amount in your hands.

“Oh, that looks hella soft.” Hank 2’s hand strokes the fur.

“Yeah, that part is. But, we’ll need something to attach it to so it’s comfortable to wear.  Like some underwear.”

“Hmm… I think I got a pair I’m willing to donate.” The two of you head to the bedroom, Hank 1 beelining for the closet. After some rummaging, he pulls out a pair of tattered briefs. Your hands go to your hips, as you stare at him incredulously.

“Uh… You didn’t want to toss those?”

“No way, dudette! These are my lucky pair! I don’t wear ‘em, I just hold onto them. Ya know, for the sentimental value.”

“Riiiight. They’ll work at least. Hand them over.” It’s almost difficult for him to do so, but he does so. With both fabrics in hand, you head back to the attic, finding an old sewing machine your grandmother gave you, thanking your lucky stars that there was still thread laced into the machine. You grab some scrap cotton fabric, something to use for the other parts you have in mind, taking everything down to the kitchen table.

You set everything up, finding a sharp pair of scissors and some measuring tape out of a kitchen drawer. You even, strangely, find a piece of white chalk, and decide to utilize it. You place everything onto the table, find some loose paper and a pen, then take the measuring tape.

“Stand here with your arms out, hun.” He does so, and you wrap the tape around his thigh first.  Your fingers graze the muscle, tightening it round, taking note of the largest and smallest measurement on some loose paper. You hear him hum lightly as your hands move up to his waist, wrapping the tape around it.

“How’s my physique, baberino?” You smirk, jotting down the next set of measurements.

“Very stacked.” He chuckles, flexing his arms as you go up to measure them. He tilts his head.

“Not gonna get the torso?”

“Oh, I always imagined this outfit with more… skin exposed.” You take hold of his wrist, measuring the smallest part and going a ways back, measuring that section, jotting it all down. When you set the measuring tape down, taking a seat at the table, your shoulders are gripped, his fingers kneading into them into a gentle massage.

You begin to measure everything out on the fur, marking it down with the chalk. Once you’re satisfied with the shape of everything, you begin to cut the pieces out. You sigh contentedly as Hank 1 continues to knead away on your shoulders and back, providing much needed relief whilst cutting the shapes out. Fur now getting everywhere, he begins to move towards the laundry room, reappearing with your trusty vacuum. He plugs it in, sucking up all the loose fur that found its way to the floor.

In the meantime, you take a small break to text Hank 3.

You: ‘Hey, sexy nurse, I’ve got an errand for you.’

Hank 3: ‘Lay it on me bb 💋’

You: ‘You know all the Hanks underwear sizes, right?”

Hank 3: ‘lol duh. But y do u need that?’

‘Shorthand…’ You think to yourself. ‘He’s typing it out for once.’

You: ‘Need you to buy three pairs of white thongs in everyone’s size, except for 5 and 1’

Hank 3: ‘Ohhh??? K got u covered bb 🫡 how bout u? I can grab one in ur size too 💋’

You: ‘Sure, but pick a fun one.’

Hank 3: ‘Keep it a secret? 👀🫦’

You: ‘Yessir’

Hank 3: ‘U got it babe 💋💋💋💋’

You smile, setting your phone back down, getting back to work. You sew together the pieces, attaching the fur to his old briefs first. Then, you form a pair of arm bracers along with some shoulder pads and thigh guards.

Once you’re done sewing and he’s done vacuuming the rest of the fur, you hand him everything.

“Okay, let’s see if it fits…” He begins to strip down, folding up his clothes neatly, setting them onto the table. You can’t help but take him all in, even though you’ve been greeted with this sight multiple times. But, it’s always energizing to see him in all his glory.

He slips into the fur covered briefs, and it sits nice and snug on him despite how tattered the briefs were. It’s almost as though he were wearing a full body loincloth, the fur draping down just barely past where his bulge forms. Fur lays against his thighs, nice and feathered out. And the cherry on top: a tail that dangles down.

He slips on the thigh guards next, a bit of a squeeze for him, but at least they won’t be falling down. Next are the arm bracers, which proves a bit challenging given the size of his hands, but he manages to get them on, possibly snapping some of your thread work in the process. Finally, the shoulder pads, which you helped affix on with some costume glue.

“There! Oh, almost forgot!” You rummage through the junk drawer in the kitchen, finding exactly what you need: some fake fangs. You get them prepped, helping affix them onto his canines, and step back, admiring your work. He flexes for you, a wide grin on his face.

“Well? How do I look?”

“Oh, even better than I thought… Just need oneeee more thing.” You get back to your workstation, cutting out some more fur. He stands by you, watching.

“Uh, babe… Just had a thought.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you cut a slit for me so I can, uh… ya know… whip my junk out.” You nod, and he pulls the piece off, handing it to you. Eye level with his lovingly nicknamed ‘junk,’ you gulp softly, grabbing your scissors and making an incision. You’re not too far off where the original slit from the briefs are, handing it back to him once you hem it up nicely and brush off loose fur.

He slips them back on, watching you work on the sewing machine.

“Actually, could you run upstairs and grab a black headband for me?”

“Yeah!” He dashes off, the sounds of his steps fading and proceeding up as he hits the second floor. His steps are hurriedly returning to you, the object you requested in hand. “Here ya go!”

“Thank you!” You stop the machine, puckering your lips to him as you take the headband. He leans down, kissing your lips before hissing.

“Ah! Tooth snagged against my lip!” He whines. You giggle, caressing his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips gently. He leans into the touch, smiling, pressing a small kiss to your thumb. “Mmm, better…”

You take your hand back, he sighs softly, disappointed at the briefness of your touch, as you get back to work. You attach the newly sewn wolf ears onto the headband, handing them back to him. He grins wide, the canines nice and prominent, as he places the headband on his head.

“There! My big, bad wolf…” He chuckles, swooping you up and into his arms.

“And what will you be, hm? Perhaps a tasty treat…” He growls playfully, lips pressing against your neck. You giggle, squirming under his playful nips, occasionally receiving the pointed tips of the canines.

“Hehe… I can be… We still have some time before the rest of them get back…” You barely finish your sentence as he begins to take you upstairs. Back into the bedroom, he lays you down onto the piles of sheets and mattresses that compose of your love nest, freshly laundered at that.

He is over you, already pulling your shirt up and off before his hands go for your pants, pulling them down and off. He tosses them both aside, hands roaming over your body. You shiver lightly as he does, until they firmly grasp upon your breasts. You arch your back as he begins to tease your nipples over the fabric barricading them.

A weak defense, he easily pushes the cups away from your breasts, his head bobbing down onto one nipple while a hand goes to the other. He is careful, finding creative ways to utilize the two new sharp fake teeth to his advantage to get you to writhe beneath him as he toys with you.

His other hand goes to your crotch, a thumb slowly running up and down against the fabric. You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The plushness of the fur greets your skin, occasionally feeling his arm bracers rub against your torso.

His mouth goes to the other breast now, lavishing it with the same attention as the other while his hand now goes to join the other in removing your panties. His lips return to yours as his fingers continue to rub against your dampening folds. One of the teeth clip you, and you wince.

“Ow…” You mutter out softly. He presses his forehead against you, inserting three fingers into you at once. Whatever discomfort you felt on your lip is replaced by the pleasure and need for him, reciprocated with a moan. You feel his lips curl into a smile against you, and he thrusts into you quickly.

“Mmm, does this make up for hurting you?”

“Y-yes… Oh, Hank…” Your grip round his neck tightens as you pull him in closer. His nipples brush against yours, the both of you moaning together. A hand goes to your chin, tilting your head back and to the side, his lips now back on your neck. He focuses on light nips, not willing to take the chance in biting down all the way as his fingers continue to pump you.

“Heh, you’re just gonna let me gobble you up? Not very fun prey, now are ya?”

“If you’re going to consume me…” You breathe out, practically at a whisper. …then at least fill me up first…”

He hums against your neck, his fingers slipping out of you in totality. You crane your neck, watching as he ‘whips out his junk,’ its thick now sliding against your wet folds. You breathe out slowly before biting down on your lip, the tip at your entrance. You watch as it goes and goes, until the fur around his groin is flush against your skin.

You both groan, lips greeting each other once more as he slowly pulls back out. Slowly, he goes forward, and repeats this. You pry your lips away, frowning up at him.

“You’re taking your sweet time, wolf.” Smiling smugly, he continues his slow thrusts.

“Beg then. If you want to be consumed so badly…” Your hairs stand on edge, this bad boy roleplay turning you on even further.

“I need the big bad wolf’s cock to fill me up… I need it so bad, please…” Taking the part of prey, you flash him your biggest puppy dog eyes, practically moaning out to him. You see his facade crack if only a moment before that smug look returns.

“Mmm, dunno… Think this pace will do for you, lil morsel.” You begin to grind your hips against him, and he pulls out completely, tutting at you. “Ah, ah, ah. I like to play with my food…”

He lazily circles your clit with his thumb, his other hand clenching your hip. You groan, trying to move your hips against his touch, but he pins you down, hard. You reach for his locs, gripping and pulling, hard, in response. He hisses out before uttering a soft moan.

“Two can play at this game… Fuck me. Now.” You command. He levels his face near yours, expression becoming serious.

“No.” He growls out, deep and low. It spurs you on, and you begin to sit up, attempting to reach for his cock, but his hand is faster, taking quick hold of your wrist, pinning it down onto the sheets above your head. You fall back in tow, his head still hovering close above yours, one hand remaining in his locs.

“Pleeeeeeeease… Pleaseeeee fuck me, Hank!”

“Mm-mm, I know you can do better than that…” You loosen the grip on his hair, opting to instead gently guide his head down. You press your lips to his, and he returns the affection. When you part, you look up at him with those same eyes.

“Hank, I love having your cock in me… Fill me up then eat me out… Please… Let me hav-” The hand on your hip is gone, and he thrusts his cock into you, pounding away. You moan his name over and over, grinding your hips furiously against his whenever he flushes against you. The sound that normally would echo out is muffled by the fur, that becomes more and more drenched the longer he’s in you.

“Fuck… I dunno how I held off so long… Fuckkk… Gonna fill you up, baby, just like you begged for…”

He thrusts and thrusts, your back arching, toes curling, reestablishing a grip on his hair. Your legs find their way around his waist, allowing him even deeper access into you. You both groan, and his head dangles next to yours, his breathing becoming ragged as he finds a way to go even faster. Turning your head towards him, you plant kiss after kiss on any surface your lips can reach, until he finally turns to you, locking you into a deep kiss as he cums. He shudders to a stop, still releasing hard into you. You ride out his orgasm with your own, clenching him close.

When you two break apart, you both find yourselves catching your breath. He slips out, and before you get a chance to kiss him again, he is back up and down towards your pussy. His tongue fires away, lapping up your folds before going into your entrance.

You groan, tilting your head back and crying out in pure ecstasy as he consumes yours and his juices. Mouth now on your clit, he thrusts his fingers into you, staring up at you with half lidded eyes. You groan, wrapping your legs around his head, thighs squeezing his head with care.

He groans against your clit and folds, humming deeply and lowly. You shudder, feeling another wave of pleasure rising before it washes out and onto his mouth and beard. He laps you up more, cleaning you up thoroughly before finally greeting your mouth again with his.

You soak in the taste, kissing him over and over until you can’t taste it anymore. When you both part, you’re both once again catching your breaths.

“I got one more in me, babe…”

“Please… Take me…” He kisses your lips before flipping you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips, pulling your ass up and against his re-budding erection. He rubs his grith between your asscheeks before thrusting into the entrance. You groan, burying your face into a pillow beneath you as you grip the sheets. He thrusts into your asshole, just as deeply and fiercely as he did your pussy.

A hand is playing with your clit as the other presses against your back, pinning you down as he fucks you.

“You always feel so good… Damn… Gonna make me-” He grunts, shuddering and stopping, shooting ropes of cum deep into your ass. You whine out softly, his fingers still going against your clit until you finally release again.

He lowers his face back to your pussy, first cleaning you up there before his tongue goes to your asshole, lapping up what he can. When he finishes, he helps you slowly sit upright again, the two of you catching your breath.

Suddenly, he lets out a loud howl. You are stunned for a moment, then begin to laugh. He joins you, wrapping his arms around you to hug you close.

“Damn, girl, you bring out the beast in me.” You roll your eyes as he grins. You kiss his lips softly before smiling at him.

“I love it… Might need you to wear this more often if you’re gonna behave like that.”

He begins to open his mouth to respond, but you hear the front door swinging wide open.

“HOMIES! WE’RE BAAAACK!” You hear the Hanks call out. Hank 1 scoops up your clothes, handing them to you. 

“We’re up here, bros!” Hank 1 calls out as you readjust your bra before slipping back into everything, the sounds of footsteps now charging upstairs. At the doorway, the Hanks are there, and they all smirk at the two of you.

Hank 1 begins to stand, helping you to your feet, and they all gasp.

“BROHOLYSHITYOULOOKHOT!!!!” Hank 4 yells out as he approaches Hank 1’s side. He oogles him up and down, biting down on his bottom lip. His smirk returns when he notices the unmistakable cum stains soaking his fur skirt. “Oh, you two got busy, huh… Damn, let me fuck you while you’re in that, too!”

You catch Hank 3’s gaze as he ushers you to come over, the rest of the Hanks joining the other two to admire his costume.

You approach the red head, and he holds out a small paper bag, grinning.

“Got your goods, babilicious. Hoping I’ll be seeing these on soon…”

You smile, taking the bag and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you. How’d you pull it off?”

“Ohh, ya know. Told ‘em I really had to go, heh. Took an Uber to a store.” You scoff, laughing. He smiles, flexing his arms, smirking. “What can I say? I’m a master of finding a good excuse.”

“Suure, sure. Well, thank you again. And don’t worry, you’ll be seeing these very soon…” You say, eyeing Hank 2.

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“Heyyyy!” You look back towards Hank 3, whose hands rest on his hips, his eyes narrowing on you. “I’m supposed to be next with my sexy costume!”

Looking at him, you feign confusion.

“What? Nooo, that can’t be.” He frowns now, opening and digging through the bag and pulling out a number of items. He takes hold of your arm, guiding you down the stairs and to the laundry room. He shows you the items in his hands, and you turn them over one by one, examining them.

There is a garter belt set with matching stockings, laced in white. Additionally, there is a red lacey thong that bleeds through all the white in the pile. A tinge of heat singes your cheeks imaging him in the set up.

“Look, got everything ready to go already! Just need the final touches!” You slowly nod, unable to remove the image from your mind, letting it nestle there.

“Can… you put those on now? Just so, uh… I get an idea of what I’m working with…”

He grins coyly, but doesn’t hesitate to strip down to nothing. Your eyes follow the movement of the thong as he slowly slides it up his legs, settling it against his cock. He pulls among the strap, making it more snug. His hand comes into view, and you move back slightly. He reaches your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your lips.

“Wh-what was that for?”

“Think you’re drooling a bit there, babe.” He smirks at you, and you brush his hand aside, pouting.

“Yeah, well… Whatever, keep going.”

He smiles that smug smile of his, taking his sweet time in dressing himself in the rest of his lacey garments. The stockings next, he makes sure to hold his leg out in ways to help emphasize the bulge the thong contains. The white suits his skin tone well, the bits of his skin tinged in a soft pink hue against his skin working together with the fit. The lace trim hugs his massive thighs perfectly: he is well aware of his size and how to buy for it.

Next comes the garter belt, but to your surprise, he tucks it under the thong, hooking it in place. The contrast of the red against the white further helps to bring in the ensemble together, and you almost don’t want him to put anything on. Rather, you are tempted to pry that thong over and ride him until he blacks out.

“Babeeee. Babeeeeeee. You still on Earth with me?” He waves a hand in your face, and you brush it aside once again, shaking your head.

“I-I’m good…” He chuckles, leaning against the dryer and washing machines, lifting a leg up. You gulp softly as you watch his bulge bob gently with his movements. “I… uh… think I might have something…”

You open the laundry closet door, sifting through the boxes. To your relief, the pieces you had in mind are there: an old joke costume Sam had bought you, that you ended up swimming in when worn. You take them out of the box, returning to Hank 3, handing them over.

He clocks the first item, a nurse’s hat, placing it on his ginger head. Then, he unravels the sheer fabric, eyeing it.

“Oohh… Well, well, well… You been holding out on me, House Honey? Didn’t realize you had a sexy piece like this…” He effortlessly slips it over and onto his body, and it hugs him so perfectly that it almost brings a tear to your eye. There are two circles with medic symbols that cover his nipples, depending on how he’s currently situated. It’s sleeveless, with ruffles extending from the arm holes. It barely goes past his crotch, lined in a red trim.

“N-no, Sam got it for me… But, it never fit me very well.” He grins, placing the last accessory around his neck: a stethoscope. A legit one, at that. Sam is nothing if not dedicated to the craft. “The real deal, too. Heh… Well, now that I’m dressed the part, perhaps I can give you your yearly physical?”

He wiggles his eyebrows and you snort, eyes rolling.

“Puh-lease, that’s the cheesiest and most overplayed role playing scenario…”

And despite that, you find yourself beginning to unzip your jeans, pulling them down with the same bravado that Hank 3 displayed for you earlier. He licks his lips, attention on you.

“Good girl, this will be an easy check-up if you already know what to do.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leg lowering down as you continue to do a small strip tease, your shirt the next to go.

You wave it round above your head in the air before throwing it towards Hank 3. He grins as he catches it, opening up the washing machine and tossing it in. You kick up your pants from the floor, aiming it towards him. It gets decent air, and he catches that as well, joining it with the shirt.

You go up to him, and he leans in to kiss you, but you dodge out of the way, opting for the dryer instead. You can feel his eyes on you as you pull out one of his button up shirts, and you put it on backwards. He starts to laugh, grinning wider.

“Very resourceful! Though, you could have just gotten naked…”

“That isn’t very professional of you, nurse. What part of my physical requires I be naked?”

He tuts, hands going to your sides, pulling you close. He leans in again, and you dodge once more.

“Nurse… I think… you should check my heart first…”

The corners of his lips lower into a small smile. He digs through the dryer pulling out one of the many sheets you now own in the house thanks to your love nest with the Hanks, sprawling it out onto the floor, shaped like a futon. He helps you down to the ground, and you lay back against the sheet.

“Apologizes for the lack of equipment, afraid this is our new office and we’re still waitin’ on the delivery.”

“Oh, no problem…” He lifts your left arm up, placing it on the sheet next to your head. His hands go to the hem of the shirt, lifting it up and up until your bra covered breasts are exposed. He kneels next to you on your left hand side, equipping the stethoscope by first inserting the earplugs into his ears. You gaze up at him tenderly, as he takes hold of that cold metallic diaphragm, placing it off center on your chest.

Shivering, you bit down on your bottom lip, squeezing your legs together mechanically. He looks quite serious, as he moves the piece over onto different areas of your torso. He nods thoughtfully before pulling it off you, removing the earplugs, resting it around his neck once more.

“Mm, just as I thought.”

“W-what?” He gently takes your hand into his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Your heart’s beatin’ fast. You’ve got a case of love sickness.” You muffle back laughter, his expression quite stoic and serious still. You wonder if this is how he looks with all the patients he receives. Not wanting to break the illusion of the role, you quirk a brow.

“What does that mean?”

“Means you’re deep in love… There is a way to settle the symptoms but I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with the illness for the rest of your waking days.” He says so solemnly, losing that surfer boy accent that he and the Hanks possess. You wonder if he’s now using you as practice for work.

“Okay, so what do you suggest?”

“Well… I can give you the full course of antibiotics. It’ll help to stabilize you so you can live a normal life. It’s a bit experimental, though. But, we can start right now if you’re willing.”

“Sure, please, anything to live a normal life again, nurse…” He nods, releasing your hand and moves his hands behind him. He pulls them back out, his right hand thumb and forefinger pinched together as though holding a utensil, and the other shaped as though he were cupping something, his thumb hovering above in the air. Then, he begins to move his right hand, as though writing using an invisible pen on an invisible clipboard. You bite down on your bottom lip again, finding him so adorably sexy in this moment.

“So, I have your verbal consent then?”

“Yes.” He nods, writing some more. He sets down his invisible pen and clipboard onto the space below him, removing the stethoscope, placing it on the area where his utensils went.

“Okay, first things first. We’ll start with this zone here.” He gestures to your breasts, and you nod. “May I?”

“Yes, you have my permission to do whatever is necessary, nurse.”

“No cap?” You snort, laughing as he finally breaks character. He grins, folding his hands together in his lap.

“Yeah, no cap, nurse.” His head moves down, stealing a kiss from your unexpecting lips first, before meeting with his hands towards your breasts, tugging the cups off, your breasts springing out. He catches one of your nipples with his lips, licking and sucking on it while his thumb and fingers pinch and prod the other.

You groan, back arching to press yourself closer to his touch. His tongue lulls around your nipple, occasionally flicking against the tip. You moan loudly, the hand still resting above your hand clenching the sheets beneath you.

His other hand moves down to your panties, a finger running down the fabric pressed against your folds. The corners of his lips curl into a smile, his finger lollygagging against your entrapped folds. You sigh softly, beginning to grind your hips along with his strokes. He releases your nipple with a pop, looking up at you as he teases you further.

“Ready for phase two?”

“Y-yes…” You manage to croak out. HIs fingers hook the hem of your panties, the fabric moving down your legs and off your ankles. He shifts his position, kneeling in front of you, lifts your knees up, spreading your legs apart. His head lowers down, your hands naturally flying to his hair, taking hold of the strands as his tongue drags along your happy trail and into your clit.

You sigh softly, grinding against his face, legs lazily wrapping around his shoulders as his tongue plays with your clit. His fingers glide up and down your folds, growing wetter from his saliva and your own forming juices. He begins to hum against your folds, the sensation ringing against your clit. After moaning, your ears perk up to the way he hums. Something about it is so familiar…

“Are…” You whisper out, unsure if you should dare ask. But, it’s killing you to know, so you continue. “Are you humming out ‘Like a Prayer’?”

Humming turns into a snort, as he looks up at you, licking his lips.

“I… might be… Why? Is it distractin’?” You laugh, shaking your head, shoving his face back into your pussy.

“Keep going, the vibrations were getting good.” He mumbles against your folds, nose deep into your happy trail as he happily resumes his humming, and pleasuring you. Fingers enter, curling up against the roof of your pussy as he increases the intensity of his tongue. You are blissfully unaware of how he is managing to keep the tune as he eats you out and finger fucks you, relishing in the pure pleasure of it.

When you squeeze his head between your thighs, he grunts, mouth moving to your entrance, fingers pumping into you faster. His tongue joins, thrusting in and out of you until you finally reward him, splashing his mouth with your fluids. He wipes it off with his other hand, lapping it up, then returns his attention to your pussy, cleaning it up.

He sits up, leaning down towards you to greet your lips briefly, your hands on his thong, pulling the fabric aside. His erection bounces out, it slightly curves to the left as it bobs in the air. You take hold of his erection with one hand, his lips letting a groan escape, as the other goes for his ass cheek, gripping it and pulling him in.

You both moan, his hands gripping your hips, giving you a hard thrust, then taking off at full speed. Your legs find themselves around him again, squeezing his asscheek as his balls slap against you as he pounds and pounds.

“Hank, deeper…” He slows for a moment to scoot even closer, pushing all the way in until he is flush against you. You whine out, both hands on either of his ass cheeks, holding him there for a moment. Your upper half arching upwards to catch his lips on yours, the two of you hold that moment before he ultimately loses patience, thrusting into you once more.

His cock deep, finding that sweet spot within seconds, cueing him with a gasp followed by a languid moan. Pumping, pumping, pumping, the sheer fabric rubs against his skin, the circles barely covering his nipples. When one of the straps of the dress slips down his shoulder, uncovering one of his breast, your face immediately hones in on it, mouth latching onto his nipple.

“Ohh, god, baby, yes! Suck me while I fuck you!” His grip on your hips tighten, and his movements become erratic, chaotic as your mouth suctions and bites his breast, still giving his ass cheeks a good squeeze. “Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk, I love when you’re handsy… You feel so good… Gonna cum, gonna fill you…”

One, two, three, and one more thrust before he slams fully into you, shuddering, cock throbbing as it splurges into you as you scream his name. Grinding your hips against him as you ride out your orgasm with his, you groan out his name, finally releasing his nipple from your possession.

Your limbs fall down to the sheets, and you lay there panting, closing your eyes. You feel his hands under you, and you find yourself up in the air, on your feet.

“Bend over the sink.” He commands, and you quickly go to it, presenting your ass to him. Hands landing on the mark left behind from where he gripped before, he clenches your skin again, thrusting into your asshole. You groan, laying your head against the cool surface as he fucks you, a set of his fingers on your pussy.

“Shiiit… Every part of you always takes me so well… Fuck…” He lifts one of your legs up, laying it on the counter, reaching even deeper into your ass. You cry out his name, slamming back in time with him. Your bodies shudder in unison, as you both clench and hold on for dear life as another orgasm ripples through.

Panting hard, he slips out of you, helping you stand upright. He slides the thong back over his half flaccid cock, walks back to the dryer pulling out one of the many hand towels you now have possession of, and returns to you at the sink. He dampens the towel, wiping your groin down before tossing the towel into the washing machine.

You saunter to him, slapping his ass cheek, and he turns to you grinning,

“Fiesty girl… You want a third round?” You smile, planting a tiny kiss on his nose. His face scrunches into an expression of pure endearment, unable to hold back the big smile now spread on his lips.

“Normally, I wouldn’t turn you down… But, I need some energy for the others.” He laughs, shrugging,

“You could always do their costumes tomorrow, and spend the rest of today on my dick…” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss. When you two part, you shake your head, patting his chest.

“Very appealing, but I’m on a mission.” He grins, releasing you.

“Aight. I’ll get the next one for ya if ya’d like?” You nod, and the two of you leave the laundry room, stopping in your tracks as you see the rest of the Hanks in the kitchen, all eyes on the laundry room entrance.

“Well, we heard you scream our names, but then we put two-and-two together…” Hank 2 starts.

“I mean, we could hear you fuckin’ when we got down to this floor, so…” Hank 4 grins out, before it finally dawns on him that Hank 3 is now in his costume. “Fuuuckkk, House Honey, you’re killin’ me with these outfits… I’m gonna be drained by the end of the day… C’mere…”

Hank 4 goes up to Hank 3, grabbing the red head’s arm, dragging him up the stairs, as he waves you farewell. Hank 1 begins to follow them, still in his costume, though, it’s beginning to look a bit rough now. Hank 5 chuckles, going up to your side, kissing your forehead.

“You holdin’ up okay, babe?” You nod, smiling, looking at Hank 2.

“Yeah, but I’m gonna need to borrow him now.”

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Hank 2 wanders over to you, noticing the shirt on you, confusion spreading over his face.

“Uh… Did you get dressed in a rush, bro bae?” You look down at yourself, giggling, having half forgotten the attire you still had on. You begin to remove the shirt, turning it round the correct way, buttoning it up. The two Hanks drink the sight in, their gaze wandering down and up your figure.

“It was supposed to be my physical check-up gown.”

“Oh? …Oh! Ooh…” Hank 2 utters, the dots finally connecting. A boyish grin spreads on his face, a sparkle in his eye. “Very creative, babe! Wonder what you have in mind for me…”

“I’m with ya there, bro. Hey, homie, if you need help with making the costume, I can land a hand.” Hank 5 cheerfully states. You tap a finger to your chin, contemplating for a moment.

“Actually, maybe you two can do something for me. Let me write down some supplies I’ll need, and you two can go grab it while I shower?”

They both beam at you, excitement radiating from their faces as they nod eagerly. You return to the table where your sewing machine still sits, pulling over the loose leaf of paper and pen you used earlier, writing down your list. You tear off the portion that they need, handing it to Hank 5.

“You can go to this address here. It’s a local craft store that should have everything you need. I can give you some funds, too.” They both shake their head, Hank 5 stuffing the note away into his pocket.

“No need, House Babe, we got it covered. Only fair since you’re making it for us. Anything else we can grab for you while we’re out?”

“Hmm, surprise me?” They grin, nodding, both of them leaning towards you, a kiss placed on either of your cheeks.

“Aight, got it! We’ll be back, babe!” Hank 2 gives you another small peck, grabbing your car keys from the key rack, rushing over to the garage.

“Enjoy your shower, gorgeous.” Hank 5 lips press softly against your temple before he parts away from you, going towards the garage, the door closing behind him. You listen to the roar of the engine, the garage opening, the noise fading away as the garage shuts.

You step into the downstairs bathroom, wishing you could soak instead but would rather give the other Hanks time to themselves without you getting pulled into the fray. The shower springs to life, water cascading down, splashing against the tile before being drained away.

Unbuttoning the shirt, you fold it up neatly onto the sink counter, removing and placing your bra on top before stepping up to the shower. Your outstretched hand becomes drenched in water, waiting until the perfect temperature. You get in, closing the door shut, tilting your head back as the water runs down your figure.

A sigh floats into the space as you turn in place, the water spreading across you. You peer at the numerous bottles, noticing the neat organization, starting with some of your preferred products then going down the numerical order of the Hanks.

You muse over Hank 2 and Hank 5’s products, grabbing one of each, examining them. Humming to yourself, you settle on utilizing Hank 2’s bodywash, a lovely scented charcoal and lime combination, lathering it over your sore and sensitive body. You then use Hank 5’s shampoo and conditioner, sandalwood and cardamom scented. Lathering your hair, you let it soak in your roots a moment before letting it all wash away.

Once you’re clean, you spend just a brief moment more under the water. Though, standing is becoming a chore now, and you reluctantly leave the embrace of the water, braving the cool air. Towel in hand, you dry down, grabbing Hank 3’s button up shirt, placing it back on your person as you wrap your hair up in the towel.

You exit the bathroom, beelining for the laundry room, scouring through the contents of the dryer in hopes a pair of underwear sits there, your’s or their’s. You manage to find a pair, Hank 4’s, slipping into it.

Heading to the living room, you plop onto the couch, turning on the TV. Your eyes grow heavy, eventually drifting off to sleep. You awaken to the sound of the door to the garage opening, blinking through the residue traces of sleep. Your vision clears, seeing Hank 5 and Hank 2 standing by you, bags in hands.

“Heyy, babe, you get to relax?” The calm, warm tones of Hank 5’s voice floating into your ears.

“Mm, yeah…” You sit up, rubbing the rest of the sleep out of your eyes.

“We grabbed ya some lunch! Got your favs!” Hank 2 grins as he hands you a take out bag from one of your favorite restaurants, setting down the take out cup onto a coaster on your coffee table. You pull out a container, that wonderful, familiar aroma of your favorite entree filling your nostrils. Salivating, you open it, smiling wide.

“Wow, it’s exactly like how I order it… Thank you, guys.” You tilt your head up towards them, pursing your lips, and they both give you a small kiss, Hank 2 then Hank 5.

“Want us to get started? Think the two of us can figure it out!” Hank 5 beams out at you as you take your first bite. You gulp it down, clearing your throat.

“Uhh… You sure?” The two of them flash you a thumbs up.

“Yeah! We got this! And the internet can help if we get stumped!” Hank 2 responds. You hum to yourself, taking another bite of your meal.

“Well… Okay… But, don’t feel that you can’t ask me for help.”

“Pssh, nahh, homie, you rest and relax! Take a load off for a bit! We got this!” You sigh softly, but smile.

“Fine, fine, I won’t argue. I’ll stay put here.” The two give you a kiss on the top of your head, taking the rest of the bags into the kitchen. You happily continue to munch down on your lunch, taking sips of one of your favorite drinks, half watching the TV, half listening to the conversation occurring in the kitchen.

Blaring out loudly before being rapidly quieted, the unmistakable noise of a tutorial video plays in the kitchen. You giggle to yourself, finishing up the rest of your meal, stuffing the empty contents back into the bag.

“Am I allowed to throw the trash away?” You call out to the kitchen. Hank 2 quickly runs over to you, dressed only in his dark red briefs, holding his hands out to you.

“I can take ‘em!” You laugh, depositing the bag into his open palms before he scurries back into the kitchen. You make yourself comfortable, sinking down into the couch as you stare at the screen. You eventually hear the sewing machine running until it ceases, followed by a loud shhhcc - the sound of scissors slicing through fabric.

“Dude, the heck are you doin?!” You hear Hank 5, quite distressed. You begin to sit up, rearing to run to the kitchen but pause.

“Hello?? You’re supposed to be all ghostly! Ghost clothes aren’t neat!”

“Bro, that’s not what I have beef with! You’re cutting the slit too high AND cutting too much out!! You didn’t measure twice!!”

“Whaaaat, no way, dawg, this is, like, gonna be the right length! Here, try it on.”

The shuffling of fabric can be heard, followed by a long, disgruntled groan.

“Duuuuuuude.”

“It… uh, okay, maybe I did cut too much. BUT, it looks fine!”

“Ugh, whatever, it’s fine… Let’s just finish it up.”

Curiosity is starting to get the better of you. Quietly and slowly, you rise up, creeping along the wall towards the kitchen. When you’re about to pass the wall, you stop, craning your neck to peek in. Your face is met instantly with sheer fabric, pressed against a set of toned abs. Looking up, your eyes meet Hank 5’s, expressing a look of disappointment.

“Babe…” He steps back, crossing his arms across his chest. Your eyes naturally latch onto the movement, gulping as you see the cut out window, a translucent fabric covering his chest. Looking further down, you see him in a long white gown, hued in a soft gray blue, slits running up both sides of his legs, a lacey garter belt hung round one of his thick thighs. In addition to his boob window, his shoulders are covered in another translucent fabric. He has detached sleeves that feather up, wrapped to his forearm with a ribbon, the fabric flowing down, a large slit allowing his arms to protrude from.

 He even has a lovely veil on, well, lovely for a first timer’s attempt. Whatever underwear he had on before if he was wearing any is nowhere to be sen on the exposed sections.

He clears his throat, and you abashedly return your gaze to his face.

“Thought we told you to stay put, homie?”

“Y-yeah, but… I heard all the c-commotion and-and…” His serious demeanor breaks, and he smiles as he ruffles your hair.

“Well… We’re, uh… done anyways, so…” He steps aside, revealing Hank 2, adorned in a white robe, similar to a toga. Though, that is not the interesting part of the ensemble, save for the fact that you see his lack of underwear as well, but he has begun to tie himself in his shibari ropes. When his eyes veer away from his work, they spot you, and he jumps back a bit.

“O-Oh! Hey, babe! Uh… I’m not quite at the BDSM level…”

“I… Uh…” You silently walk to the laundry room, feeling the eyes of the two on you. You find the bag that contained all the thongs you had requested from Hank 3, who you can now hear grunting out from upstairs. You grab a white pair, returning to the two, handing it to Hank 2.

“Do I get one?” Hank 5 asks. Scanning him over, you softly shake your head.

“...To be honest, I was going to leave Hank 4 without a pair, but I think with this dress, you’re better suited without one.” His cheeks begin to redden, his eyes darting away for a brief moment. When his eyes are on you, he grins, flexing.

“Well… I will rock the outfit as is!” The two of you now turn your attention to Hank 2, who is back at tying the ropes around himself.

“Need some help, broskii?”

“Nah, I’m not gonna do anything too complicated… In fact, I’m done.” He stands before you, a small yellow halo attached to the back of his head extended out by a metal rod. He wears a fake set of wings, covered messily in feathers. The ropes he has tied on himself wrap around his armpits, neck, inner thighs, legs, and his waist. You can barely see the strap of the thong leading from his groin to his ass.

“...Tell me you two are up for something, uh… extracurricular…” They both laugh hard, giving you puzzled looks.

“Baby, what? You wanting to fuck?” Hank 2 asks, wiping a small tear from his eye. “No need to beat around the bush, just say so.”

“I mean, we know you’ve already had two rounds…” Hank 5 begins to approach you.

“But, not with more than one, right?” Hank 2 joins your other side, their hands beginning to reach for you. You step back, shaking your head, gasping softly as you look at Hank 5.

“Wait! Your makeup!” They both blink at you before blinking at one another. They look back at you, confusion once again seeping in.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to be a ghost bride! Let me put some on you real quick!” He smiles, nodding and you make your exit, rushing up the stairs and towards your bathroom via your old master bedroom. You can hear the three from the old gym now turned love nest, still going strong. You almost want to check in, but you know if you do, you would end up with them and you were on a mission with the other two for now.

At the sink, you scour through your cosmetics, looking for the right colors. Finally, you find them, a hauntingly chilly blue eyeshadow with matching lipstick and some red blush. You rush back down the stairs, and to the kitchen, items in hand. In your haste, you forgot to grab a brush.

“Sit down for me, please. And close your eyes” Hank 5 obliges, and you dab your pinky into the eyeshadow, swiping it across his eyelids, blending it to the best of your ability. You use your other pinky to apply the blush onto his cheeks, making sure they are subtle but still prominent against his skin tone. Then, you tug the cap off the lipstick, rolling it up enough, gently running it across his lips. “Okay, smack your lips together.”

He does, ensuring a further coverage. He opens his eyes, looking up at you, delicately blinking. Quite purposefully.

“Well?” He smiles, and you merely nod, admiring your own hasty work. Though, he always looks so stunningly gorgeous without much effort.

“Now we can fuck.” He snorts, laughing, crossing his leg skillfully.

“Where do you want us, House Champ?” Hank 2’s hands are on your shoulders, kneading them softly. Leaning into his touch, you point towards the couch. Hank 5 leans back, lifting his legs up.

“Carry me.” You stare at him, wondering if you have the upper body strength to accomplish the task. You lower your hands, sliding one under his thighs and the other at the small of his back. He lowers his legs, eyes on you.

You begin to lift, and barely get him an inch off the chair before dropping him back down. He chuckles, looking at Hank 2.

“Think I need some assistance from heaven.” You pout, backing away as Hank 2 steps in, lifting and carrying the other with ease in his arms. He wraps his arms around Hank 2’s shoulders, placing a small kiss onto his cheek. A blue lip stain is left behind, Hank 5’s lips curving into a grin.

“Oh, this is going to leave quite the marks…” He comments as he is carried over to the couch. Hank 2 merely drops him, and Hank 5 lands down with an oof. “Hey?! What gives, bro?! That any way to treat a ghost bride?! I’ll haunt ya, ya know?!”

“I’m considering that as early pay back for what’s about to happen.”

“Huh? What do you-“ Hank 2’s lips fly to Hank 5’s, the two of them going at it for a moment before Hank 2 pulls away. The lipstick is smeared across both their lips now, Hank 2 now turning to you. You approach him as he holds his hand out, taking hold of it.  He pulls you in, turning you so your back faces Hank 5, lips pressing to yours.

A heated exchange, his hands begin to undo the buttons on your shirt, the only line of defense your torso has against the oncoming onslaught of his mouth. As the fabric falls to the floor, predictably, his mouth moves to one of your breasts, and you watch as the blue staining his lips now transfer to your skin. He peers up at you, a glimmer in his eye, lips smiling against your skin.

Hands wrap round to your stomach, your body maneuvered back and down onto the ghost bride’s lap. The fabric separating your skin from his is thin, his bulge hard against your buttocks.

His hands roam up to your breast, rubbing small circles upon your nipples, a soft moan released from your lips. The angel now climbs onto you, hands going for the waistband of the underwear on you. A finger dips in, running along the inner elastic.

“Hm… 4’s underwear?” The hair resting against your neck is brushed aside, soft kisses trailing from the nape, around and up to your ear.

“She smells like us, bro…” He inhales softly, sighing pleasantly. “With a bit of her still comin’ through…

“Won’t be the only thing coming…” He grins, clutching the underwear on you and pulling it down as you giggle. You can practically hear the ghost bride’s eyes roll as an exasperated sigh slips through.

“Man, that was 3 level cringe material.” The angel merely shrugs, throwing the underwear to the side, his hands now upon your inner thighs. He leans forward past you, his chest pressed against yours. 

“Clean this off my face, dude.  Can’t go down on her like this.”

“Hm?” The ghost bride begins to question, but one of his hands that had been fooling with your breast now moves to the angel’s lips, wiping at it with a thumb. “Damn, it’s on there pretty good.”

He pushes his finger into the angel’s mouth, who begins to suck down on it.  One of his hands takes hold of the other fingers, tongue now lapping and twirling around them. Once satisfied, he smudges his fingers over the angel’s mouth, wiping until most of the blue has faded.

The mouth, now cleaned, beelines for your groin, the rest of his body repositioning to better accommodate himself. Face tilted up towards you, you watch as he calmly and slowly swipes a line up your folds, making sure to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue hard. Body shuddering lightly, you arch yourself into the ghost bride, whose other hand has returned, stained blue.

Your eyes flicker between both instances, the angel with his heavenly strokes against your pussy, and the ghost bride’s hand that dyes your skin a faded blue as the fingers continue their work.

The ghost’s bride’s chest pushes out, a deep exhale flowing through. The thin fabric that covers his cock has begun to dampen, the sensation made present against your ass cheek.

The angel comes up for air, your juices now staining his chin hairs, his lips reuniting with yours.  Your taste dances on your tongue, until his begins to wrestle with yours, his taste now invading.

He parts aside the robe, pulling aside the thong, cock once strained against it now freed, bobbing slightly in the air. His hands go under your ass cheeks, lifting you up.  The dress covering the ghost bride is moved aside, the cock lying beneath now standing at attention, pre-cum dribbling down from the tip.

You are eased down into his thick, the both of you groaning, until you are flush against him. Your body trembles subtly, his girth always so filling. Though, it would not be alone, as you find yourself reclining down with the ghost bride, the angel now aiming his erection at your entrance. The ghost bride’s fingers drift down your body, towards your entrance, helping push the walls apart as the angel’s cock begins to slide in.

You groan, hands grasping at the ghost bride’s thighs, the pressure present.  It becomes somewhat bareable when his fingers slip back out, one set remaining at your clit to rub circles, the other going to your chin. Turning your face towards him, he envelops your lips with his, soft, gentle, and tender, helping to ease your body as it becomes refamiliar with the sensation of being filled to an almost breaking point, even though your last multi-Hank penetration session hadn’t been that long ago.

Your body now finally used to their girths, the angel begins to slide back out, slowly. You moan into the blue stained lips that keep you occupied, the hand now firmly clutching the under side of the back if your head. He pushes back in again, moving further past his last point, this repeats until he is able to thrust at a steady pace, hands firmly gripping your thighs, earning your moans that practically beg him for more.

“Babe, you’re doing so good… Do you love taking us both on?” The angel asks, your lips still locked with the ghost bride’s.

“Mhmm…” Is all you manage to muster out until he finally parts from you, allowing you to take in a deep breath. “Go faster, please…”

He does so, all three of you groaning. The ghost bride’s lips find themselves along your ear lobe, panting into it.

“Mmm, naughty House Honey, taking two cocks… You’re getting close, aren’t you?” You bob your head in agreement, groaning.  “Tell us to fill you.”

“F-fill me… I want you to cum in me until you can’t anymore…” His body shudders lightly against you, the fingers working in your clit ramping up. You moan out loud, tilting your head back against the ghost bride’s shoulder.

“Fuckkk, I’m so close…” His voice strains out, still laced with that velvety softness he posses. The angel’s grip on your thighs tighten, his head lowering.

“Me, too… Fuck you both feel good on me…”

Your nails dig into the ghost bride’s skin as you cry out, your orgasm splattering over their cocks and dribbling out your entrance. The two of them buck their hips at the same time, groans exchanged once more as they both release, their seed joining yours on the ghost bride’s lap.

Thr angel eases himself out of you, taking your shaky hands into his, helping you off the ghost bride who lays there limply. You lean against him as he holds you close, kissing the side if your head.

“I… hope you won’t be disappointed if I say I don’t think I can go again too soon…” Veil off his head, Hank 5 now sits upright, catching his breath.  “Already had two rounds with 4, and I get the feeling he’ll be back for more…”

“Well, you’ll be able to rest while I take him on.” You smile wearily at the brunette, who still remains stunning despite the smudged makeup. He stands now, giving you a small kiss on your lips, hand rubbing your cheek.

“I’m out too, for now… Hey, babe, maybe you can get some more rest in before you get his costume done.”

“Yeah, good idea… A soak will help.” They both kiss your cheeks, gathering the clothes you had been wearing, helping you back into it. Hank 5 swoops you up snd into his arms, carrying you bridal style up the stairs. He carries you through your old bedroom and towards the bathroom, but lurches to a stop when you are met with Hank 4 himself, already adorning his costume, taking a photo through the mirror.

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“Heeeeyyy, you guys just finish? Sorry I didn’t wait for your craft skills, babe, I got really excited. Had 1 and 3 help me out, heh.” Starting from his head, he wears a single band of a light lavender medical tape around his forehead. The tape has also been wrapped around his torso, covering the majority of it, save for the boob window, where the tape appears to be tied around the tightest, his breast highlighted and emphasized greatly.

And his legs appear to have the start of the rest of the get up, though it stops before his knees. You now take note of the bulge between his legs, covered by a pair of white briefs.

“Actually, our House Honey was about to take a bath. Isn’t that right, babe?” Hank 5 evenly states, now looking at you. You look between he and Hank 4, noticing a slight tension… until you notice the way Hank 4 eyes Hank 5. 

“I mean…” You begin to speak but your voice wanes, unsure of which direction to take. “...You can at least set me down, babe…”

He looks down at you, features softening, a warm smile on his face. He nods, gently easing you down to your feet before standing up right again.

“Babe, if you wanna have some fun first, then you and I can have a go. Otherwise…” He eyes Hank 5 and Hank 2, licking his lips. “I think I can find a way to stay entertained till you’re good and ready.”

The urge to jump him there and then flashes across your mind. His wild, sexually charged energy hasn’t faded at all during the time you’ve spent with the other Hanks. In fact, it seems stronger than usual. With that being noted, you clock just how exhausted your own body is. With him being last, you decide the best choice for the situation.

“I think I’ll take a soak so I can have the stamina to keep up with you.” He grins wildly at that, approaching you, hands grabbing your hips as he pulls you into a deep kiss. When the two of you part, his fingers take hold of your chin, giving it a small shake.

“You are gnarly, babe. Enjoy your soak, and I’ll see you shortly… Well…” His gaze trails over to the two behind you, biting down on his bottom lip briefly. “Maaaaybe not too shortly.”

He refocuses on you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then your lips, before gently moving past you, taking hold of the two Hanks’ hands, guiding them to the bedroom, the door shutting closed behind them.

You waste no time in getting the tub ready, splashing some bubble bath solution as the water rises, getting in when it’s at a good level and temperature. You lean against the wall of the tub, melting into the embrace of the water.

The silence is broken by the moans of the Hanks. You sigh wearily, wondering how long they’ll take. Your heart skips a beat when you notice the door opening, only to breathe out in relief when you see it’s Hank 1 stepping in, stark naked.

“Oop! Sorry, babe bro, didn’t realize you were in here! You stay put, Imma go downstairs!” He begins to turn to leave.

“W-wait, I have a question…”

“What up, babe?” Paused in the doorway, he looks back to you.

“Uh… Do you maybe have an estimate on how much longer… Hank 4’s gonna go at it for?” He snorts, chuckling.

“Ahh… Well, he’s pretty balls deep right now, heh… Depends on 5. 2’s already wiped out. Want me to grab you something while I’m downstairs?”

“Whatever can help me keep up with him when it’s my turn.” He laughs at that, stepping into the bathroom, door closing behind him.

“Don’t think we got anything strong like that, baby. But, I can get you water and painkillers?” You nod, and he walks to you, kneeling down to kiss your lips.

“Aight, hang tight!” Up again, he exits through the other door. You ease yourself, staring up at the ceiling when suddenly the door behind you opens again. You see Hank 1, now in his underwear, with a water bottle and some pills in hand. Handing them to you, you gulp them down, drinking almost the entirety of the bottle.

“That was really fast…” You finish the rest of the bottle, and he takes it from you, grinning.

“I could say the same to you. Bros didn’t grab ya some water after?”

“No, they were going to help me into the bath but 4 was already in here.” He laughs, nodding thoughtfully.

“That explains that. How ya feelin’ anyways?”

“Muscles are just a bit sore, but I’ll be fine. Especially since you brought these. Thank you.” You sit up, tilting your face up to him. Bending down, his lips meet yours for a gentle, soft kiss. He stands back up, patting your head softly.

“I can stall him for a bit more if ya need it. But, dunno how well it’ll work.”

You shake your head, beginning to stand.

“I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” He smiles, grabbing your towel, helping you out, and dries you off.

“Leave the water as is, babe, I’ll probably get 2 in there… Annnd probably 5 when he’s done.”

“What about 3?” He chuckles.

“He’s in honk-shoo land right now.”

“Er… In there?” He laughs when you point towards the room, nodding.

“Said he didn’t want to go too far once you were done with our costumes. Ha!” He ruffles your hair before folding the towel, placing it back. Standing at the door, he takes hold of the doorknob, looking at you. “Ready?”

You nod, and he opens the door. You step in, your eyes immediately landing on Hank 4 balls deep in Hank 5, who is sitting on the blonde’s knees, hands gripping them tight as he’s thrusted into. Further past them, you see the unmistakable red curls of Hank 3, who is curled up far away from the action. Hank 2 sits next to him, panting, his robe pried apart and barely staying around his waist with the rope. Hank 1 approaches Hank 2, lifting him into his arms and carrying him into the bathroom.

Walking up to Hank 4, you notice that his face and chest are stained with multiple lip prints. Hank 5’s makeup even more smeared now, his expression pure bliss, cock in the grasp of the blonde, who pumps it in time with his thrusts. His cock twitches, the brunette closing his eyes shut, biting down on his bottom lip as his fingers drag down the blonde’s thighs, collapsing back with a small cry as cum sputters out. It lands on his dress, as he lies there, panting hard.

Hank 4 releases his cock, hands now gripping his thighs as he increases his speed. Hank 5’s eyes, half lidded, stare at you, that glimmer there. Hank 5 whines as Hank 4 slams to a stop, rutting deep into him before pulling out, dragging the cum out with him. You notice a blue ring stained around towards the base of his cock.

He sits back, catching his breath as he looks towards you. He gives you a grin, giving you a thumbs up.

“Ready when you are, babe.”

“You… sure you don’t need a minute?” You ask him, and he shakes his head, beginning to crawl towards you. His mouth hovers close to your pussy, but you grab his blonde curls, yanking his head back. He groans, licking his lips as he looks up at you.

“Oohh, I like when you’re rough, House Champ…”

“If you want me to keep being rough, you’re gonna need to get the makeup off you first. And I mean everywhere.” He looks down at himself, then back at you, grin not faltering.

“Deal!” You release your hold on him, and he springs up, snatching a kiss from you before rushing to the bathroom. You walk over to Hank 5, who’s breathing has begun to normalize, his lashes batting softly.

“Hey… You good?” He smiles at you, leaning his head against your leg.

“Never felt better… He’s really into it today.” Hank 1 now appears beside you, and nearly jump out of your skin,

“Whoa! You snuck up on me!” He laughs, cradling Hank 5 into his arms as he lifts him up.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Gonna get the two nice and clean though. You have fun, babe, holler if ya need us! Heh…” He disappears into the bathroom and not too long after, Hank 4 emerges. The blue stains now gone, he saunters towards you, flopping down to his knees as he continues moving towards you in a crawl.

“Lay back for me.” His seductive command wills you down onto your back, his hands gripping your ankles, prying your legs apart and sliding up and to your inner thighs as his mouth flies to your pussy. He moans into you as he drags his tongue over your folds, very slowly and tantalizingly so. You groan, still quite sensitive from earlier.

Hooking your fingers into his blonde curls, you grip them tight, applying enough of a pull to cause tension but not enough to drag him back. He groans, his lips curling up against your folds.

“Mmmm, fuckk yeahhh… Pull harde-” You force his face down, his voice mumbling away into your pussy. You moan at the vibration, clenching his hair harder when he sucks on your clit. Toes curling, you begin to squeeze your legs close, his head now in a vice grip. He whines satisfactorily, working his fingers into you. He barely pumps them when you find yourself grinding against his face, shuddering harshly to a stop as you cum on him.

He parts back slightly, lapping up your juices, the sensation sending jolts through you. Writhing under him as he takes his sweet time consuming them. When he sits up on his knees, he is grinning ear to ear, scooting closer to you.

“Tasty as always. Love havin’ dessert before the main course.” He takes hold of your legs, bringing them up and pushing them down onto your torso as his tip presses against your entrance. He presses himself down, holding your legs in place as he slides in.

You throw your head back, moaning as he drags in and out of you. He plants small kisses on your chin, your hands sliding down to his cheeks, pulling him to your lips. When he parts, he leans into your touch, eyeing you.

“How do ya want it, babe? This better or do you want me to go balls to the wall?”

“Balls to the wall.” No hesitation, catching him somewhat off guard. He laughs it off, grinning.

“Fuck yeah, let’s get you on the wall then.”

“Wait, wha-” He slides back out, your legs unfolding like an accordion. He helps you to sit upright, placing your arms around his neck before his hands go to cup your ass.

“Hold on.” You barely get a good hold on him when you find yourself held up in the air. He walks forward until your back is flush against the wall, angling and adjusting both you and his cock, one of his knees placed under your ass. He slowly slides you down onto him, and you groan, arching forward, breasts flush against his.

He half bounces you, half thrusts you into the wall, your body bobbing on his cock. Your teeth drag on his ear, biting hard. He gasps into a groan, his own teeth sinking into your shoulder, sucking and biting. Spurred on, he thrusts faster, harder, and you wonder if this would be it for the wall keeping you pinned against him.

His relentless pursuit on your neck ceases as his mouth finds its way to your ear.

“You feel so good on my cock… Do you like when I get rough with you?” He whispers teasingly into your ear, causing your body to wriggle subtly.

“Yes, yes, yes… How… how do you even have the energy…” He grins against your skin, biting down as he goes even faster.

“Heh… Because I love you all, and I especially love fuckin’ you all.” Your body clings to his, gripping him for dear life as you feel another wave wash through you. He layers kiss after kiss on whatever surface of your body his lips can reach without disrupting his movement before whispering in your ear. “You close? Gonna cum for me, baby?”

Yees! Yes! Hank! Haaankk!!!” You cry out, throwing your head back as you ride out another orgasm. He slams into you once, twice, thrice, until he shudders to a stop, forehead pressed against the wall, hips bucking and releasing into you. Your muscles begin to relax, and he carefully slips you off, knee under you once more. Once he has a good hold on you again, he kisses your forehead, cradling you in his arms as he waddles over to the bathroom door.

“Yo, got room for one more?” The door swings open, Hank 2 and Hank 5 in the tub, both of them reclined back, eyes closed. Hank 1 holds the door open, gesturing towards the tub. Hank 4 carries you over, the two in the tub opening their eyes. Their hands reach up, and you are promptly exchanged, being lowered into the water, still nice and warm.

You wince, the heat at first stinging your sore crotch. Soon, though, it envelopes you, tending to your body. Its not the only one, for the two pairs of hands with you in the tub lather you down, their movements gentle and considerate.

“I… think I’m tapped out for the rest of the night.” Hank 4 grins, sitting down onto the tile, shuddering lightly as his skin hits the cool flooring.

“Heh, 3’s gonna be disappointed.”

“I’ll make it up to him Halloween night. Scout’s promise.” You cross your heart, and he chuckles, mimicking the same.

“Well, hey, this was fun, babe! I can’t wait for Halloween even more now!” You can only bob your head softly, relaxing in the water. Two sets of chuckles echo in the room.

“Let’s get them ready for a nap, bro.” Hank 1 says, the other nodding. Your eyes are no longer able to stay open, shutting closed. You let their hands massage you, eventually on your feet as they rinse the suds off you. They help you out, drying you off once more, Hank 1 dressing you in one of his shirts, Hank 4 helping you into a clean pair of panties.

Hank 4 scopes you back into his arms, carrying over to the lump in the sheets that consist of Hank 3, who is still sound asleep. He sets you down, pulling the sheets off Hank 3, as you crawl close to him, spooning him as you are both tucked back in.

You’re soon joined by Hank 5 and Hank 2, who continue the chain of spoons.

“Sleep tight!” You barely hear as you drift off to sleep.

Chapter Text

It’s Halloween, and after much consideration, you give the Hanks much more proper, modest versions of their outfits with how eager they are to pass out candy. And not wanting to receive complaints, felt there was no other choice.

You wear a cute kigurumi of your favorite animal, but underneath lays your true outfit. As you watch the Hanks happily pass out candy to the individuals that arrive at the door, your heart swells with joy… tinged with lust. Something about the way they all act in this moment, coincided with the fact that you knew they would be changing very soon, only made that feeling grow.

Finally, the onslaught of visitors came to a close, and with the porch lights off, door locked, the Hanks raced each other, shoving against the railing of the stairs, it creaking and groaning from their weight, attempting to make it to the bedroom to change.

You merely took your time pulling aside the coffee table, pushing back the arm chairs, and grabbing some of the sheets sitting in the dryer, spreading them out across the living room floor. Taking some of the pillows from the couch, you pepper them around the sheets.

By the time you finish setting up, you hear the stairs creaking and groaning once more as you are charged into by a plethora of hands and arms, wrapping you up. Lips reach wherever they can, your kigurumi being unbuttoned by two different sets of hands.

“Time to see what costume you have under-” Hank 3’s voice starts, but he and the rest of them fall silent and still as you shrug off the kigurumi. Stepping past them, you stop, turning on your heel to face them. Hands on your hips, you allow them to drink you in: a succubus costume.

A push-up bra, lacey and frilly in dark red and black, to accentuate your breasts, making them round and plump, belts that wrap around your shoulders and waist, trailing down to the frilly and lacey thong Hank 3 bought for you. It had to be dyed to match the bra, but judging by the way they’re looking at you now, you wonder if they would have even cared.

The ensemble is topped off with a small pair of bat wings, color matched to your lingerie. Which are quickly pressed against the floor, along with your body, your bra tugged down to rest at the top of your ribcage as your arms and legs are sprawled across.

Hank 4, with his wrappings half undone, no underwear to be found, already has his tongue on your pussy, hungrily at it. As you arch your back, you find your chin in the palm of Hank 1, guiding his cock that pokes out of his fur loin cloth straight to your lips. You give the tip a gentle kiss, parting your lips as you grip it, pulling it further in.

Your other hand is placed on Hank 2’s cock, who holds the base whilst the other hand goes to your right nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Hank 3 is opposite Hank 2, your left tit engulfed in his mouth as he sucks and bites, alternating the position of his mouth as he does. His fingers find a way to your pussy, thrusting into them as Hank 4 settles on devouring your clit with his tongue and lips.

Shuddering and writhing under their touch, you now groan loudly when your ass is lifted, Hank 5’s fingers protruding, gently, softly, and quite wetly. Your toes begin to curl as you ramp up the pace on both cocks in your possession as they follow suit.

You are the first and the only one to cum, your juices spilling onto the three Hanks attending to it. They slip out of you and out of your possession, wordlessly exchanging positions.

Hank 5 moves behind you, parting his dress, and with the help of Hanks 4 and 1, you are flipped over, sitting on hands and knees, as they guide you forward. You crawl towards Hank 5, who pumps lightly at his erection before holding it up towards your pussy, as the two push you down on it.

Hank 2 straddles behind you, parting his robe and sliding into your asshole as Hank 4 kneels behind him, pushing his thick in with Hank 2’s. You moan, it getting muffled out as Hank 3’s cock slides into your mouth.

“Mmm, you look so good taking them all on, baby…” Hank 1 purrs into your ear as Hank 3 takes a hold of your head, steadily thrusting into it. Hank 4 begins to move, Hank 2’s head dropping down to your shoulder covering it in kisses before he begins to bite and suck at the skin. Hank 5 begins to thrust into you, matching the raggedy speed that Hank 4 is currently at.

Everytime you groan or moan, it’s muffled by Hank 3’s cock, as Hank 1 proceeds to fondle your breast, joining in with Hank 2 on the other side of your neck.

“You feel so good, babe… Fuckkk, 4…” Hank 4’s hand grips Hank 2’s hips, thrusting harder into you and pushing Hank 2 with him. Hank 2 shudders as he moans into your ear, wrapping his arms around you to hold on for dear life.

From under you, Hank 5 covers you in kisses, his hands firm on your waist.

“You’re doing so good, House Honey… You’re so beautiful…” He mutters praise after praise as he bucks his hips, cock filling your pussy.

After a few more thrusts from the three, you are once again cumming, head held tight as Hank 3 bucks into you one final time, releasing. Hank 4 pulls out, causing Hank 2 to release deep into your asshole. He pants, sliding out of you as well as Hank 5 thrusts one more time hard, also releasing.

You are pulled off both Hanks, your mouth popping as it is off Hank 3’s cock, his cum dribbling down your chin. Hank 4 lays back onto the floor, swiftly sitting you up on his cock, bouncing you in place.

Hank 1 slides in front of you, holding you down, forcing Hank 4 to stop, sliding his cock in with relative ease.

“Mm, we stretched you out good, baby…” He growls softly into your ear, his lips then meeting with Hank 4’s as they both begin to fuck you.

Hank 5’s hands now hold your head, much more gentle than Hank 3, guiding his cock into your mouth. Your moan muffles around it, sucking him eagerly. Hank 2 and Hank 3 are at your sides, their hands unclasping the bra and removing it from your person before going for your breasts, playing with them and the nipples.

“You like it when we all fuck you at once, don’t you, babe?” Hank 3 coos out, licking up a line on your ear. You muffle out a hum of agreement, eyes clouding over with lust.

It doesn’t take but a few more thrusts from Hanks 1 and 4 before you are cumming again. As you do, Hank 5 bucks his hips with a groan, cumming once more into your mouth. As you swallow some, Hank 4’s hand takes hold of your chin, turning you towards him, mouth flying to yours. He wrangles the cum out of your mouth, swallowing before passionately kissing you as he releases into you.

“Fuck!” Hank 1 roars out, clenching your hips as he ruts up into you, rapidly kissing the side of your head. You pant, head lolling back when Hank 4 releases his hold on you, the two of them sliding out of you.

As Hank 2 and Hank 3’s tips rub together over your breasts whilst jerking the others cock, a hand still on your breast to play with, they release, covering your collarbone in a string of pearls.

Through blurred vision, you watch as they begin to move, the sensation of a towel wiping your body down becoming apparent.

“You good, bro babe?” Hank 2 asks you. You bob your head.

“Mmhmm…” You manage to get out, a small smile on your face. They grin at you, some of them finishing the clean up job while the others prepare a bath for you. You sit there and soak whilst Hank 5 lathers you down and rinses you off. Together with Hank 2, they get you out, dried, and you are lifted into Hank 3’s arms, who carries you to the love nest, laying you down for the night.

They all gather around you after cleaning themselves up, snuggling up to you in one big pile. You are the first to fall asleep, content and satisfied on this Halloween.