#SIGGHHHH HED BE SUCH A MENACE

[takami-takami]

Thinking about Hawks with his perfect, pretty little doll of a bunny.

What are your fluffy tail and sensitive, twitchy ears for, if not for pulling and yanking at every oppurtunity? What is your fuzzy little nose for, if not for him to push on, to pinch? Your squirms are the prettiest show, and he just can't tear his eyes away.

His perfect little chewtoy... God, he fucking deserves this.

In the wild, out in that big, bad jungle of a city, you'd surely be minced meat. With wobbly legs and a heart of velveteen, you need someone stronger to keep you safe; and how could Hawks call himself a hero if he wasn't willing to help? If he wasn't willing to make your knees weak with his teasing instead, if he didn't make you squeal for a much filthier reason?

You don't have to repress your degeneracy around him. He'll coax it out of you, pull himself through the cracks of the innocent exterior you so carefully crafted. He'll waltz in your closet like he owns the place, push aside the skeletons and prop his feet up, waiting with an expectant look for you to join him.

You're so responsive, so pliant. When he barks a laugh at the way you shrink beneath him, you tremble; but even you can't hide the way it makes you wet. When he situates himself between your thighs and feasts, you can't even meet his eyes.

If you squeeze your thighs together in embarassment, he'll just yank them apart. There's nowhere for you to run, little bunny. Just gotta accept your place as the permanent playpet of a ravenous bird of prey.