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Ok so imagine hawks having a SO that has a rabbit quirk and they have this game that basically cat and mouse and if hawks catches them he gets to do what ever he wants with them

Ohohohoooo trust me I’ve imagined this before.

Sometimes Hawks just has to unleash those predator instincts and his cute little prey S/O is perfect for that. He’s a fast and efficient hunter, so if he feels you’re no match for him, he’ll give himself handicaps to keep things challenging.

He might give you a head start and watch you run off, his wings fluttering in excitement. He’ll promise not to use his feathers to catch you, relying on his speed and physical strength. Once you’re in his sights, he flies in like a crimson dart, eager to feel your helpless body beneath his.

Your own instincts instill fear in you. Large sensitive ears are moving back and forth, listening for the faintest sound. He could swoop in from above at any minute. You might catch a glimpse of those hungry eyes before your mind is screaming RUN. It’s all so terrifying, but it’s such an adrenaline rush and you can’t get enough of it.

Go ahead and do whatever you can to win, he encourages it. Leap over him when he goes for the dive. Duck into a small space that he can’t reach, or at least you hope he can’t. Once he grabs hold of you, try your best to wrestle out of his grip. He knows he’s not the strongest guy around, but he’s gonna enjoy the thrill of giving it his all in order to keep you down.

If you lose, he might just stay on top of you for a while, licking you and savoring the taste of your fear. But sometimes he’ll want to get rid of his remaining energy through a rough fuck. It turns into a sexfight and you’re both struggling to get the upper hand while his dick is inside of you. You can break free and leave him hanging and frustrated, or you can pin him down and hump the hunter senseless. If you get overpowered, then you’re going to be fucked into a whimpering mess while he gives in to the animal voice inside telling him to DEVOUR his prey in any way possible.

After all is said and done, you help each other tidy up as much as possible, coming down from your feral highs.

“Thanks for the hunt, little bunny.”

just saw that hawks and bunny s/o and I gotta ask,,,,what would hawks do if his s/o wore one of those playboy bunny outfits?

Hugh Hefner? More like Hawks Hefner, amirite?! Eh?!!

(NSFW)

Time for more feral!Hawks. So I got a little too into this and basically made an alternate version of my other bunny scenario.

Like, Hawks apparently does model gigs for fashion, right? Imagine that he has an S/O that also models, but for things more..mature. He owns just about every product that you’ve been featured in—magazines, advertising, merchandise—he’ll take anything that has your face on it. Such a supportive boyfriend. Just don’t touch any of his pics; there’s mysterious stains and a stickiness to some of them.

And then there was that one job that had you dressed in a playboy-style bunny outfit. As usual, Hawks received his own copies of your photos and…well, it’s too bad you weren’t there to see his drooling face. The next time you see him, you’re surprised to hear just how enamored he is with your most recent photo shoot.

“I never thought you’d look so delicious.”

“Look at you, acting so small and meek in this shot. If only I was there to taste you.”

“This one’s my favorite. So sexy and delectable.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he wanted to literally eat you.

You got to keep the costume in the end, and since your man loved it so much, maybe you’ll surprise him tonight. Hawks had just gotten home from an active day of chasing down several quick-footed villains, and he wasn’t at all ready for what greeted him in the bedroom.

Then again, turns out that you weren’t ready either. You were expecting several possible reactions. Maybe he’d nut on the spot, maybe he’d faint, maybe he’d drop on his knees and thank you for blessing him on this stressful night.

Instead, he just…glares. You’re not sure what to do as he takes a step toward you with the most predatory gaze you’ve ever seen on a human. Hawks has been chasing down villains all evening, his speed and ambushing skills being put to the test. And now he comes home with traces of adrenaline still flowing through his veins, and you dress like this. You’ve got some damn nerve.

With one strong flap, he’s across the room and on top of you. He just stares down at your pinned form, watching you breathe harshly in confusion and slight fear. Any other time, he would stop what he’s doing and apologize. But this cute little bunny, this scared and helpless bunny that’s shaking beneath a hunter’s hold was turning him into something fierce. His lips crash into yours in a violent kiss before he’s licking you all over. You lay there in scared arousal, having no idea how this all got out of hand so quickly.

He’s growling as he tries to remove your clothing, too frustrated and currently too simple-minded to figure it out. When you motion to help him, several feathers are launched, wrapping around your wrists and holding them down. The look he gives you is sharper than a dagger. He doesn’t speak, but the message is clear: ‘No Moving.’

The outfit is officially ruined by the time he gets it off, and with you wearing nothing underneath, the smell hits him instantly, raw and powerful. You can’t deny that his feral behavior was exciting you, especially when he spreads your legs wide and salivates at your dripping cunt.

His mouth was on you instantly, lapping at you so loudly and sloppily that the sounds alone are bringing you close. He’s snarling and whining like a starving animal that’s ecstatic to finally be fed. When you cum, you try your best to free your legs and scoot away from his greedy mouth, but your struggling only riles him up. Prey is tastiest when it struggles. You’re writhing and moaning weakly while he drinks every drop that leaks from your pussy. Eventually, the loud and juicy meal is finished and he releases you, rising to his feet and leaving you in your paralyzed and drenched state.

Ten minutes later and Hawks is bawling about how he’s destroyed the best outfit in the world, cursing his “damned raptor instincts” to the moon. He buries the remains outside, dressed in all black. You just watch in pure bewilderment while your lower body tingles from small aftershocks, still at a complete lost over what the fuck just happened.