MDNI

Trying to write the sweet&smutty part 2 to Tripp-ed Up- Except that I started my ovi cycle and now my thoughts are overrun by primal play Keigo Takami in rut chasing down draconic Reader cause "Don't you know birds of prey eat reptiles?" Specifically making a food delivery to his place with the instructions to restock the fridge, and the timing just ends up being the worst. Like she's a couple hours late with deliveries, his rut is early, tonight's the hunter's moon- just perfect storm. The result being Reader launching herself off his balcony and kicking off the chase on ground/through the misty night.

Hair along the back of your neck stood at attention the moment your eyes locked onto the onyx gaze peering down at you from the second floor. “Ooo-kaaay” you breathed out, not daring to make a move too sudden or a sound too loud. Hawks was crouched down, perched on the railing of the loft overlooking the living area. you could just make him out above you in the room barely lit by the amber moon outside. He was stone still, elbows planted on his knees, black blown iris' tracking your movement. He leaned back, balancing on the metal rail, watching your every move. It took Hawk's movement to make you realize just how underdressed the man was, even for delivery standards. He had on sleeping pants, patterned with red and blacks swirls, but that was about it. The only thing that adorned his chest was a garnet pendant that glinted along with his earrings and crimson foliage in the low light. You wanted to avert your eyes for politeness sake. You mean the man might be a hero but that wasn't an excuse to gawk. Even if he was the number one in your eyes. But for once in your life, you couldn't avert your gaze. You couldn't quite place it, but you felt the moment that you broke eye contact it would ignite this stand-off. Even if it weren't for the eerie crimson glow of his feathers and chosen adornments- There was something about the way Hawks leered at you from the darkness above that made the very idea of breaking eye contact with him seem, well, dangerous. Of all the times you had seen him in interviews and new's footage, even while fighting, the quick-paced feathered hero never struck you as ferocious. Yet here, in the garnet glow of his den, you were now struck by the realization that hawks are very much predatory birds by nature. So why did that feral look go straight to that increasingly needy spot between your legs? The way he looked in the moonlight looked straight Vampiric, and yet your panties were already getting uncomfortably slick.