So about a year ago, I watched the Devil May Cry series on Netflix and had developed a huge crush on White Rabbit 🐰 (more art below)
Above was when I watched Harley's Holiday and drew something inspired by it ♥️
My sona's lore was simple but cute (I feel). I never really talked about how they met, and White Rabbit didnt like her at first, but he caught some feelings for her, which he hated, but soon realized she was the reason why he delayed his plans to open the portal to the Demon World to eliminate all of Earth. She could've been targeted.
Long story short, she did end up dying, but White Rabbit used half of his life force to resurrect her, and gave her a necklace to keep her intact basically. If removed, she will slowly deteriorate and die.
She always felt annoying and like a bother to him, but he always reassured her.
Anyway, i love him 💕 maybe ill draw him again...despite his backstory, I really enjoyed drawing this yumeship ♥️
cw; cockwarming, slight hair pulling, slight mention of spanking, nothing toooo major just a small drabble :)
OF COURSE you always wore the pride of being the fourth hokage’s wife, you were always so proud of him, always making sure to let everyone know how much of a hard worker he was. yes, it was an amazing role you played, but truth be told there was something that always seemed to get under your skin about your husband. of course, as the village’s leader, he was always so busy. you would stay up hours after preparing dinner for the two of you, but alas he would never arrive. most of your mornings consisted of arriving at the hokage’s office to awaken minato from his slumber, provide him a satisfying back massage and starting him off straight for a day full of paperwork. although you missed hugging him to sleep, enjoying supper with one another, and being able to chat amongst each other; there was truly one thing you craved every second the day.
with all the workload minato has, it has been entirely too long since you had been able to be intimate together, and god has that been tearing you to shreds. you were tired of the aimless attempts at finding intimacy with your husband, wearing your lingerie dresses, or kissing him passionately— no, this never succeeded due to his all time favorite excuse. ‘babe i’m sorry but I really do need to finish this paperwork.’
It was nighttime as of now, the streets and alleys of konoha were empty with only the lights from the food courts or house lamps brightening your path. the walk to the hokage's office was different this time, you didn’t carry with you a bento box nor a change of comfortable clothes for minato. no, it was just you in a sleeping gown that stopped just above your knees. as your knuckles produced a beat against the wooden door, a smile creeped upon your lips.
“proceed!”
the door creaked as you peeked a part of your face in before stepping inside as you closed it behind you. “well goodnight to you too, minato!” you smirked, taunting him playfully as you made your way to his desk.
his arms reached out for you, pushing himself away from the desk and turning towards you; wrapping his arms around your waist as he laid his head beneath your breasts. his lips murmured against the fabric of your clothing, “i’m sorry sweetheart, i know i promised to be home tonight for dinner—“
you shushed him as your fingers combed through his golden locks, “mmm, it’s okay baby, i understand that’s why i came to you instead.”
he smiled, causing the bags beneath his eyes to reappear. “thank you, you’re just what I needed today. it’s been so busy, assigning all these missions and having meetings with the elders— i mean really i should continue to fill out all this paperwork—“
you cut him off again, grabbing a hold of one of his hands, placing yourself on his lap; doing this you resealed his arms around you. you tilted your head up at him, your thumb and index finger resting on his chin. “don’t worry, I'll still let you do your silly little paperwork.” you nibbled on his bottom lip, licking it gently waiting for him to accept your invitation.
he grunted softly, taking the side of your face into his open palm. he ravished your lips completely, grunting into your mouth every time his teeth grazed the fat of your lips. in moments he was panting and you could feel the warmth of his boner poke against your thighs. “shit, how long has it been…?” he held onto your hips as he stationed you against the counter, rocking himself in his office chair. he bowed his head down, kissing your neck and down your collarbone. “‘m sorry..baby…i’ve just been so busy…” he planted kissed along your skin in between words, his cock twitching at every moan that slipped past your lips. “i..i really do need to finish this stack, at least— promise… then we can conti—“
you rolled your eyes, how absurd! how dare he try to ruin this moment, you would be an idiot to let this happen again. you thrashed your hips, riding your cunt against his hard-on. your sighed contently as a groan escaped him, “really babe…? can’t you feel how wet i am?”you swayed your hips, pushing yourself off of the leaning stance he had you at; one hand on his thigh and the other lazily cupping his cheek. “jus’ slip it in, and i’ll be a good girl for you and let you work, does that sound good?”
he huffed, “fuck, you’re too good at convincing me darling.” he chewed down on his lip, setting you up on his desk with little to no effort. he was frantically unbuttoning his pants, lifting himself up before letting his length slip out. you could feel the drool pool in your mouth, he was so thick and swollen with pre-cum oozing out his pink tip.
you pushed yourself off the desk, propping your feet on both sides of him before slowly lowering yourself down on him. your fingers trembled with excitement, pushing your panties to the side before beginning to slip his length in. the two of you synced in with a grunt, “s-shit, minato..!” you squeezed around him, shutting your eyes shut as your mouth hung open.
minato moaned, gasping at the small recoils that you did with your hips. “fuck i’ve missed you so much, you take me in so perfectly…” he whispered in your hear, hushed as he didn’t want to alert any of the hidden ninja along the building.
you moaned before turning your back on him, your hand finding its way behind you to readjust his cock inside of you. “mm, i don’t think so… c’mon don’t you have work to f-finish up?” you teased him, slamming your hips down on him.
he whimpered at the back of your neck, his lips painting sloppy kisses. “please, don’t do this…” his teeth dug into you, shooting you with immediate arousal. “don’t you wanna get fucked and filled up anyways, doll?” he grinned against your skin, his hands taking a handful of your ass, surfacing you up in the air before colliding his hips against your lower half.
you winced, throwing your head back with a grunt. “oh fuck!” you yelped as he pounded you, rising you up and slamming you back down— you took in how thick and lengthy he truly was.
his hand collided with the fat of your ass, “that’s a good girl taking all of this dick in you, you missed it huh?” his fingers tugged on your hair, forcing you to look back upon his eyes. “i wanna fuck you on this desk and throw all this damn paper off here so bad… you really don’t know much i’ve missed you.” he let go of the grip he had on your hair, hugging you from the back as his hand found a pen. “but you’re gonna wait like a good girl right? gonna help me fill out all these papers so we can finish…” he kissed along your shoulders, “gotta finish quick… needa make up for all the lost time…” he was drowsy and drunk off your essence, keeping your cunt warm with his member parked inside of you.
minato grinned as you rushed to read and fill out forms, he was so glad you came to visit him that night. truthfully, he was waiting for the day you’d surprise him like this. he wanted nothing more than to take you right there in the office that throned him as leader of his village; now that would be true pride.
I am on a roll! Lol. Not Haikyuu but... you have to admit, Minato is quite a daddy. Not how I would have liked to write my first story on Minato - it is dark (well, I consider his behavior dark).
Warning: manipulating Minato, explicit pregancy smut.
If you're new, this is my third day writing a Daddies in December - check out Akaashi and Sakusa in my masterlist :)
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For the last ten minutes, Minato observed Y/n sleeping peacefully, even after a night of lovemaking in the early hours. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, and he smiled whenever her brows furrowed, drawing her closer to his comforting arms.
He tightens his arms around her, molding her body into his as he rests his chin on the crown of her head.
Y/n let out a soft sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist.
I’m never going to let you go, he thought to himself.
He will live with the sins of breeding her to keep her by his side. That was the only way he was sure he could tie her to him for life. He knew Y/n was loyal and dreamed of a family. Who would be best to make that happen? Him. She did not realize it yet, but he was the best thing she had and he was the only thing she needed. Together, they will raise their child and live happily.
He kept track of her monthly cycle, timing her fertile days and the day she ovulated to ensure an almost guaranteed pregnancy. He then monitored her symptoms, kept a close on her, and continued to shower her with affection.
When he would feel her hesitate or feel her feelings and affection change, he would reel her back in.
Who was there for her when the pipes in her apartment building burst? Him.
Who was there for her when a stranger tried to rob her? Him.
“Stay close to me, Y/n. I’ll protect you. Only I can protect you.” He cooed, calming her down.
A month and a half goes by and Minato continued to pay close attention to her body, seeing if his cum had taken place but Y/n showed no signs of being pregnant.
He wasted no time fucking her at any chance he got. He punctured all the condoms he purchased with a needle, even a few times just in case.
Minato was becoming possessive by the day and all that was on his mind was Y/n.
He had accidentally slipped, scaring her.
“You’re supposed to be mine!” he shouted, angry that Y/n could not understand why he wouldn’t allow her to go out with her colleagues. He quickly tried to apologize, turn the tables that he was just insecure because he didn’t trust her male colleagues to not make a move on her.
He could see it in her eyes as she tried to play it off that it wasn’t a big deal but he knew Y/n, he knew she was plotting to run.
Run from him.
And he wasn’t going to allow it.
But this one time, he did. He knew he would get her back soon enough.
He let her go for a week, it killed him. Minato kept a close eye on her, hired someone to keep a tab on her every move and to keep her safe.
Until the day came…
He smiled as he opened the door, seeing a complete mess Y/n. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms and she crashed into him, finding peace in him.
The words she said to him over the phone repeated over in his head, “I’m pregnant, Minato… what do we do?”
“We’re going to get married,” he responded with a firm yet gentle tone. “I am committed to doing the honorable thing – marrying you and ensuring that you and our child bear my last name.” She opened her mouth to protest when he pressed a finger to her lips, “it is the right thing to do for our child, we must think about them now, not us.” Knowing he was right, he pulled her into his arms, “leave everything to me. Everything will be alright. You just worry about staying healthy for our baby.”
He moved Y/n into his condo, remodeling his place to accommodate a child.
“Everything I do is for you and baby,” Minato whispered, tilting her chin and pressing his lips to hers. He smiled when she kissed him back, hungrily.
Y/n mumbled something and wiggled in his arms, trying to put space between them.
“What?” he asked.
“Too hot…” she repeated, still half asleep. “Too hot…”
Minato clicked his tongue and loosened his hold on her as she rolled around in his arms, away from him. She kicked the comforters, exposing her naked body.
His morning wood had been aching and he has been putting it off.
Scooting closer, he spooned her. His hand reached around and between her legs, a satisfied smile on his face as he felt how wet she was considering he had wiped her down.
“Y/n,” he cooed, slipping a finger into her heat.
“No – no more…” she tried to push his hand away, yet her thighs closed in.
“I need you,” he whispered, lifting her leg to slide his cock in between her thighs. Her soft whimper was all he needed to know that she was giving in to him. “I need you, badly… please?”
She looked over her shoulders, “be… gentle…”
Pressing a kiss to her naked shoulder, “promise.” He shift her half on her front side and moved behind on top of her. Bending her leg, he guide his cock into her wet pussy.
He could never have enough of her.
He rocked slowly, reminding himself to be gentle.
Minato reach to massage her tit, before spreading his palm against her belly.
When he first met her, he knew she was his. She was already beautiful to his eyes but with the glow of her pregnancy, Minato vowed he was going to keep that glow in her.
If that meant he would keep putting a baby in her, he would. She glowed so beautifully.
“Mina…” she reached for his arm, “f – faster…”
“You said you gentle…” he teased, snapping his hips. He lift her leg, hooking it over his shoulder.
“Gentle and fast…”
“And deeper?”
“And deeper.”
Minato nipped her ankle, and gripped her thigh, holding it in place as he rocked deeper into her. His thumb found her swollen clit and began rubbing.
“No – no… I’ll cum…”
“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, he too was close to cumming. Y/n tensed and twisted her body, cumming on his cock as he fasten his hips until he ejaculated.
He pressed a kiss to her ankle, the fresh teeth mark before setting her leg down. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to her lips, “good morning.”
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E/n: This man... nothing edited, just whipping these at the moment.
Husband!Ichigo who loves to fuck you raw as soon as you two get married, not just because he wants to become a dad as quickly as possible, but also because he craves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock as you desperately milk him dry.
Husband!Ichigo who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you pass by, casually smacking your pretty bum or thighs just because he can. Around you, he doesn’t have to hold back, he gets to be his true self. And that true self is a bit of a pervert who worships your beautiful curves every single day.
Husband!Ichigo who loves taking you in front of a full-size mirror, just so he can watch every little gasp and moan that leaves your lips as he agonizingly slowly slides his throbbing length inside your aching cunt. Standing right behind you, his heavy hands gripping and slapping your ass, he buries himself deep while watching your expressions twist in pleasure. The way your eyes roll back as you cream around him, like you’re about to fall apart completely? Absolutely priceless.
Husband!Ichigo who makes you a nutritious breakfast almost every morning, just to ensure you start your day right. It’s his quiet way of showing how much you mean to him and how deeply he cares about your well-being. And even on busy days, he still makes the effort, grabbing your favorite pastries and a good old coffee from the nearby bakery so you won’t go without.
Husband!Ichigo who loves waking you up with his mouth between your thighs, slowly pulling you from sleep as he indulges in your warmth. A soft chuckle vibrates against your skin when you begin to stir, his tongue dragging lazily over your slick folds while he takes his time. There’s no rush, he just wants to feel you, hear you, and make you come undone before the day even begins.
Husband!Ichigo who never returns from a mission empty-handed, always bringing you small trinkets or gifts that reminded him of you. Sometimes it’s something simple, sometimes something rare like exotic flowers from Hueco Mundo, or that sweet sake you once shared with him and Kyoraku (which he definitely didn’t “borrow”).
Husband!Ichigo who pulls you close in the early morning, half-asleep and still worn out from the night before, and slowly sinks into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as his hands wander gently over your body. His movements are slow, deep, and unhurried meant to wake you up in the most overwhelming way possible, especially when his fingers join in, guiding you right back to the edge.
Husband!Ichigo who keeps track of your cycle more carefully than you’d expect, not just to give you space when you need it, but because he knows exactly when you’re the most sensitive. On your ovulation. And when that time comes, he’s fucking you relentlessly until he got you stuffed full with his seed, pumping it even deeper inside of your fertile womb with every followed thrust.
“fuck, ma.. you’re killing me. keep doing that. right there.” he threw his head back, muscles straining as he continued to thrust against your lips. his heart raced at the thought of being tasted like this — of you feasting on him like he was your only meal.
"shit, shit, shit—" he hissed through clenched teeth, his free hand shoving down against your head, forcing you deep—deeper. the sight of your throat swallowing him was almost too much. "don't look at me like that, ma... you're gonna make me lose it."
his breath hitched as you pulled back, staring up at him.
"thought I told you not to look at me." he breathed out, voice wrecked, grip tightening in your hair. "don't stop." he pulled you back down, watching his cock disappear between your lips again. his hips stuttered, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. "that's it, ma. that's it. just like—"
he yelped, his body convulsing as you bit down harder. a mix of pleasure and pain shot through him, making his cock leak more. he gripped your hair tighter, knowing he should stop you but also knowing he couldn't resist this anymore.
god he’s such a sadomasochist. but he loves it.
the pain radiating from his tip was electric, shooting straight to his core and making him shudder. "do it again, mama. please— bite it again." his voice was wrecked, needy, completely at your mercy. he was so hard it hurt, and he wanted you to hurt him more.
you bit down again, catching the sensitive slit of his tip between your teeth. he let out a strangled moan, hips bucking involuntarily. his fingers tightened in your hair—not pushing you off, but pulling you closer. "shit, shit, fuck—" he whined, his cock swelling and leaking heavily around your teeth. "that's it... bite harder..."
you sank your teeth into his base, right where his cock met his body. he screamed, his back arching off the couch as pleasure and pain blended together so perfectly he saw stars. "i'm gonna fucking cum.." he yelled, hips pumping wildly into your mouth.
then his entire body shaking as he came harder than ever before, shooting load after load down your throat as you kept your teeth sunk into his base. you swallowed, as you pulled away giggled, kissing the tip afterwards.
he melted instantly. one second he was falling apart from an explosive orgasm, and the next, he was completely soft, looking down at you like you were the most holy thing on earth. the sloppy kiss to his sensitive, abused tip made him jolt and whine, eyes rolling back.
"ma..." he tapped your nose gently, absolutely ruined. "you’re evil."
Idk if you wright for him. But sense I saw you wrote DMC Dante x reader...... Could you possibly do a White Rabbit x reader but..... The reader is kind of like his 'Alice' or smth......
A/n: Excellent...low key feel like this man would have a breeding kink
The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the small table lamp casting a warm, amber glow. You sit comfortably on the couch, a book resting in your lap, though your eyes keep drifting away from the pages. The sound of passing cars lingered out side the window.
And yet here you were — his Alice.
White Rabbit stands a few feet away, his back to you, adjusting the cravat around his neck with delicate, almost dainty fingers. Despite the mask, you can sense his focus — the meticulous way he straightens every ruffle, smooths every seam. You can’t help but smile as a soft hum escaped your lips.
"You don't need to do that you know."
He pauses, head tilting slightly in your direction, the light glinting off his glasses. “It’s not for you, Alice,” he says, his tone playful but with a soft undertone of affection. “It’s for me. Gotta keep up appearances, after all.” That was a lie of course, while he was still adjusting to this, to your love the man was still scared that you'd leave him.
You hum, leaning back against the couch. “I still prefer you without it.” You snap the book shut giving him a coy smile. "Don't get me wrong, you're handsome like that but with the mask off you are sexy as fuck
White Rabbit’s hands still, his fingers lingering on the ruffles around his wrists. His shoulders tense for a moment before he lets out a soft, almost reluctant sigh followed by a snort. Slowly, he turns to face you, his mask catching the light, casting a faint shadow across his stitched scars. "Do you truly feel that way?"
You nod, patting the spot next to you. “Come here.”
He hesitates, those bright yellow-orange eyes studying you intently. There’s something vulnerable in his gaze, a flicker of uncertainty that has your chest tightening.But he moves. He moves with that same fluid grace, folding himself down onto the couch beside you. He’s careful, as if afraid to touch you too much, to get too close. But you don’t let him stay distant for long.
You reach up, fingers brushing the edges of his mask, and he stiffens. “It’s okay,” you murmur. “Let me see you.”
A shiver runs through him, but he nods, the movement jerky, tense. You gently lift the mask, sliding it off his face. Beneath, his dark hair falls in unruly waves, framing a face marked with scars, stitches that wind over his cheekbones, down his jaw. His eyes, now unobscured by the lenses, are even more intense — molten gold, sharp and yet so terribly soft.
You place the mask aside, then cup his face, thumbs brushing over the stitched seams. His breath catches, and he leans into your touch like a man starved.
“Better,” you whisper. “My White Rabbit...my love”
His eyes flutter closed, and when he breathes out, it’s a soft, broken sound. “Yours,” he echoes, his voice a rasp, a prayer.
You press your forehead against his, feeling the steady thrum of his artificial heart beneath your palms. “Always,” you say, fingers trailing down to rest over his chest, where the demon blood pulses in time with his heartbeat. “Always, my White Rabbit.”
His arms come around you then, pulling you close, and he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in like he’s trying to memorize your scent. You let him, fingers combing gently through his hair, grounding him, holding him, loving him.
“And you’re beautiful,” he countered easily, his nose then brushing against yours, his eyes half-lidded and intent. “My Alice, the only one who’s ever made me forget the chaos. You’re my wonderland.”
His hand moved to cup the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin just beneath your ear. The world seemed to fade away, the distant sounds of the city drowned out by the rapid pounding of your heart.
Your heart ached at his words, the sincerity in his voice making your breath catch. Before you could respond, his lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a gentle, unhurried rhythm.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, a rare vulnerability shining through. “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “In this mad world?”
You smiled, leaning up to press another soft kiss to his lips. “Always, White Rabbit. Always.”
He exhaled a soft breath, his smile widening as he pressed his forehead against yours once more. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go, Alice. Not ever.”
Because that’s what you are to him. His Alice. The one thing that keeps him tethered to the light.
hello! may i ask for jabber wonger x fem reader with a noncon theme ? (i love all your jabber fanfics btw <3)
Glad you enjoy them! I love writing for Jabber since he’s a bundle of fun. I gotcha though! A dark theme for a dark month. Even though it’s November I was absent on Halloween so- Happy late Halloween-
I decided to make it to where Jabber is a childhood friend who adores Reader but she’s not interested to he takes matters into his own hands. Yandere maybe? Ehhh- I can see him being like that.
This mini imagine does consist of non-consensual themes. If you are NOT comfortable with that, please don’t interact with this at all. Keep yourself safe.
Jabber & Non-Con.🎃
“I can’t get you outta my mind, we’ve been close for too long to not be together.”
“You…You wanna go out sometime? Would you, ________?”
“I’m sorry Jab, but I’m seeing someone else…”
Those were the last words you remembered voicing to him before everything went dark.
You didn’t know he felt this strongly for you, to kidnap you and keep you here in his home. He must’ve loved you to that point while you were too gullible to see it.
Jabber was always an odd one, but you’d never expected this behavior from a childhood friend of yours.
Someone you’ve known for about all your life, from when you were children.
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“J-Jabber please! I don’t like you! Why can’t you take that as an answer?” Your voice trembled with fear as his frame sat there in front of you, his eyes dull of color as if he’d lost his shine the moment you turned him down.
It’s not your fault that you don’t share those feelings for him, but he’s going to make it seem that way.
In his eyes…
It is your fault.
Your fault for rejecting him of his feelings and everything he’s done for just to get to that moment.
All the women and men he’s turned down, and how long he took just to muster up the courage to even confess.
How he took care of those who got in his way.
Who else was it to now have your heart in their grasp instead of him?
He should’ve just gone with kidnapping you like he originally planned.
He tried to be nice, and yet you had to be so damn difficult.
“If you don’ like me, ima just have to make you fall in love with me. Jus’ like I wanted.”
A shaky gasp leaves your lips as he spreads your legs open, a soft moan leaving his lips as his eyes stared down at your pretty cunt.
Feeling his eyes on you made your face flush and grow hot. You didn’t want him to look at such a sensitive place.
Somewhere that he wasn’t supposed to be looking.
“W-Wait- W-What’re you doing…?”
“What does it look like I’m doin…?”
You gasped shakily, and your body began to squirm as you let out panicked breaths, your legs unconsciously squirming while Jabber watched you beginning to spiral in fear.
His large hands grabbed tighter at your thighs before he’d force them open a bit wider, your trembling voice growing louder and shaky as you watched him move his length up in between your legs.
“Jabber, please don’t do this. Y-You don’t have to do this.”
“Jabber…! J-Jabber! Please!”
Your pleading fell onto deaf ears as he stared down at you, his body stiff in thought before he continued.
A small smile appears across his face as he ran his length up along your entrance, a sudden gasp leaving your lips as your body stiffened up from the feeling of him against your cunt.
Jabber drools out onto your slit, and you shudder heavily from the uncomfortable sensation before you’d feel him press his tip against your entrance.
“N-No! No! Please don’t do this to me!”
He gently slides himself deep inside you without a second thought, a shaky huff leaving both your lips and his before you’d whined beneath him.
His hips steadily began thrusting into you without giving you any time to adjust, and you whimpered beneath him while he stared down at your expression.
A small smile appeared across his face as his face fell flushed, a little moan leaving his lips as he felt you sucking him deep inside.
Your eyes winced as your brows knitted from the pain, his thrusts were both gentle and painful.
That didn’t help with the fact that you didn’t want this.
You couldn’t think anything else but how badly you wanted him to get off of your body.
Heavy groans left Jabber’s lips as he chuckled lightly down at you, his lips curling up even more into a maniacal smile before he began to moan shakily to you.
You whimpered beneath him while tears steadily welled within your eyes, his hand reaching up for your face before he’d grabbed it rather gently.
His thumb wiped your tears away before he moved in and pressed his plush and pierced lips against yours, a shaky whine leaving you as he smooched you rather lovingly.
His lips slowly moved away before curling back up, his face a shade of scarlet as he leaned in even more towards your smaller frame.
He continues to thrust into you, and you let out a small moan while your face twisted from the sensation of him thrusting deeper inside of you.
Jabber mumbled to you, and you exhaled shakily while watching his lips move.
You could barely hear what he was saying, and yet you could make it out.
Another fic request for you. I desperately need White Rabbit smut, there is just not enough. I cant think of details with him and Female reader. But i do want him to be touch starved and over stimulated. Also, could the rabbit part of him stay on. Nothing against his human face, but i,m so used to his rabbit look.
thank uuuu!
Bestie, you BEST YOUR SWEET BIPPY I wana do this!!! Oh lawd, I am gonna make this so filthy and depraved, he’s gonna start rethinking working with demons. 😈 I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYYY!!
Jackpot 💣
Pairing: White Rabbit x F!Demon Reader
Warnings: (18+) smut, touch starved, overstim, oral m receiving, PinV, creampie, titty fucking, biting, bondage, brat taming, edging, orgasm denial
Summary: A chance encounter indeed.
Read on ao3 - 4k words
Writing Masterlist - My kofi✨
It’s not one of the craziest things that has ever happened to you, but when you lead a life wrought with misfortune, you learn to count your blessings when they happen to appear. Good luck has many faces, but it looks like in this Rabbit’s case, it’s yours today.
“Hey. Wake the fuck up.” You shove him with a closed fist to his lapel, nudging so hard he has to catch himself from tipping over with the rest of the chair he’s tied to. He entered your apothecary claiming to need tonics, but the way he weakly lunged at you with the sword strapped to his back tells you he was after something else. You knew something was off with the way he kept himself hidden by the shroud of a heavy hood draped over his figure, drenched from the falling rain just outside. It hasn’t stopped, beating against the fogged out glass windows. Having gotten used to grubby creeps looking to take advantage of a woman all alone, you brandished your taser at him, connecting the charge to his ribcage.
He fell like a redwood, allowing you to pull the hood back and realize he’s unlike anything you were expecting. After peeling away the soaked layer, he’s left with a worn-in suit, biomechanics spanning across his chest with a face far from human. You perform a double-take and confirm he is a rabbit; ears and all. Your taser no doubt disrupted the mechanical components that are keeping him alive, and you think it to be a major inconvenience if he perished in your medical establishment, having no choice but to look for ways to preserve his life despite his attempt on yours.
You have no obligation to make him comfortable while you operate, choosing to prop him up on one of your rickety wooden seats with both arms woven tightly behind his back. After ensuring his sword is far out of reach behind your counter, you search his pockets for any clues of aid to his ailments, finding a singular vial and nothing else.
Looking at the vial closely, you find that it is made of bone. Lightweight and aged slightly, it is empty. Uncorking the top, a powerful aroma emits from it, like soaked iron and nickel. Blood.
You slightly unbutton his shirt, opening his once-pleated coat when you notice an unevenness resting just beneath the layers of fabric on his chest. There are channels that lead through his torso and you surmise that they are conduits designated for the transfusion to travel. However, the tubes carrying his artificial life force resemble a straw being used on the final remnants of its drink.
With your profession having its darker practices, he doesn’t know you already have a reserve of extracted blood at your disposal. Though, due to the pressing nature of this instance, you think it best to tap from the freshest source.
“My… this is far from a Holiday-Inn Express.” The Rabbit clears his throat before speaking, popping his neck by tilting it side to side to alleviate the strain from resting in one position for a prolonged amount of time.
“You’re lucky you’re still alive.” You’re nonchalantly tidying up, placing bottles of tinctures and tonics into their designated cabinets before turning to face him. “You didn’t look so hot.”
“And you’re lucky I was desperate.” Rabbit hums sinisterly following the eloquent emphasis on his words.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not expecting an apology for that failed sneak attack.” You disregard his inciting quip, hitting him with one of your own.
“I’m not giving one.” He smirks at you, showing he’s rather entertained by this shared banter. “Though I do have a question.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to ask questions right now.”
“You have to admit you’re curious though.” Rabbit raises a brow, his monocle flashing with a bright glare. “Even a little?”
“Fine.” You roll your eyes at him, leaning against the freshly-waxed countertop. “Shoot.”
“How did someone like you come into possession of demon blood?” The question is something you anticipated, having prepared an answer.
You walk over to a mini fridge behind the counter, opening the door to showcase the brimming pouches full of the stuff. “There are many uses for halfling blood. Yours is only one of them. You should have just asked instead of trying to kill me to take it.”
“Look at me.” Rabbit glances over his form, indisposed while donning his Easter Best despite it being far past the holiday. Halloween isn’t for another few months. Needless to say, he’s helplessly unapproachable. “You think I’d waste my time explaining its use? Never mind why I need it.”
“People come in here all the time demanding remedies and hexes alike.” You scoff, dissecting his flawed reasoning. “I’m not one to judge.”
“Strange words for a human.” Rabbit casts his judgement before realizing the truth. “I knew I smelled demon blood in here somewhere.”
“Wrong again.”
“Hmmm?” There he goes humming again.
“Half.” You lift your arm and show the source that’s keeping him breathing for now, a small cotton-round taped to your inner elbow from where your own ichor was extracted.
“Ah…” He looks down at the mechanism embedded into his chest, glowing with a fully refilled reservoir. “So this is your blood.”
“Now you’re getting it.” You give him a smirk in response, a subtle connection growing when he sees your sacrifice in his name.
“I suppose a thank you is in order.” Rabbit shrugs, humbled by your generosity.
“Don’t bother. It wasn’t a gesture of good will.” You disclose to him, pulling your sleeve back down to approach him closer. “It was an exchange.”
“Exchange?” Rabbit is stricken with confusion once more. “Whatever for?”
“Listen, I took time out of my precious schedule, even closed up shop so that I wouldn’t have to clean your cadaver off my floor.” You continue almost sarcastically with a tone of humor in your voice while you glide towards him. “I didn’t have to replenish your life force, but the least you could do now is replenish mine.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Rabbit is much slower on the subject than you thought, determining that he’s going to require a visual explanation. “Go down the street and pick up a cheeseburger or whatever it is you insufferable people shove down your gullets.”
“Hah, you’re cute.” Your eyes ignite with a sparkle of electric red as a set of fangs grow in your mouth when you smile. The tips of your fingers extend into claws with black stains emerging from your palms up your forearms like you plunged your fists into soot. You disappear in a flash of ruby and purple smoke, teleporting directly in front of him. Looking down tauntingly, you grasp him by the jaw, fuzziness meeting your skin with a tender pliability despite the iron grip you have on him. “Just my type.”
“What are you-” He cannot fathom passion, thinking this is an attack. He recoils sharply, shuddering breath as you pet him. He remains tense, taking a while to register what’s happening.
“Relax.” You coax him, grazing your index claw along the fullness of his cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Unless you’re into that.”
“What?!” He raises his voice this time, gritting his teeth when offered such a proposition, somehow more taken aback by this than the prospect of death.
“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” You lean in closer, breathing down his vulnerable neck. “I’ll stop.”
“I don’t even know what this is!” He argues ferociously, trying as best he can to get away from you with no escape.
“Yes you do.” His gaze never leaves your teeth as your jaw hangs open, hungry and dying for a taste of him. You decide to lick up the length of his velvety neck before biting down, his initial grunt of shock making you addicted to his sounds.
He struggles in the bindings, wriggles and writhes. That shuddered breath continues, chaste gasps and subtle moans are like honey in your ears as he tries to keep them from escaping his buck-toothed mouth, but his nerves fail him
“Just…” Another lick is bestowed upon that collar of his and you hear his knuckles pop and shift from how hard he’s balling up his hands.
“Say…” You deliver a bite to offset the sweetness, loving to listen to his strained grunts and moans.
“The word.” You finish the spaced-out sentence with something he’s likely never experienced before, judging by his reaction.
You begin to line the spots you bit with kisses, loving presses of your lips to his flesh. His incessant moving has finally come to a stop, paralyzed by this blissful sensation. You make your way to his face, kissing him directly at the corner of his mouth.
“N-no…” He dares to defy his most primal desires, lying straight to your face.
“You’re not winning any points in pretending you don’t like this.” You call his bluff, seductively cooing over him with half-lidded eyes.
“I-I’m n-not pretending.” He stutters, scrunching his nose.
“Yeah?” You move your hand down to his groin tightly packed into his slacks. You brush your knuckles against his erection hidden within his clothes and he jumps so hard the chair squeaks against the floor. “I’ve given you every opportunity to end this, yet you haven’t. I didn’t even mention that .”
“Don’t!” You heed his cry, pausing your pursuit to abide by his wishes, but there’s something more flickering in those scarlet irises of his.
“Don’t what?” You inquire, receding away to hear him out.
“Don’t… stop.” He pleads, practically begging for you to continue.
You bite your lip in savory temptation, accepting his invite to take this as far as he’s willing to go. He watches your blackened hands skate up his muscular thighs, receding as far as the chair he’s tied to will yield to him. “That’s what I thought you said.”
His chest rises and falls repetitively, getting faster to advertise his panic when you position yourself on your knees, reaching for the fasteners of his slacks. Your eyes flicker, sparkling with another electric warp when their color darkens. Within the same instant you open your mouth wide enough for him to see your throat, you undo the confines of his slacks, springing his throbbing length free.
An extremely long and serpent-like tongue drops out of your mouth, dangling dangerously close to the tip of his cock. He can sense your hot breath fall over his shaft, dying for you to put every inch into your scorching mouth.
He ruts his hips forward, eager to meet your lips, but you channel your devilish strength and keep him in place. “Ah-ah-ah. Are you being a bad bunny already?”
“D-don’t call me that.” Rabbit snaps when you address him this way, acknowledging his appearance.
“I can call you whatever I want.” You take him by the base of his shaft and he fumbles, melting by the pure intensity of your alluring charm. “Because I know you love it, don’t you, bunny?”
“Urghhh…” He groans bitterly, trying to hide the fact that the tip of his weeping cock has been glistening with his arousal just waiting to be lapped up.
You hungrily let your tongue hang from your maw again, making contact this time. His flavor is sweet but subtle when you slither around him. He battles the resistance of your determined hold on his hips, keeping him still when he wants so badly to fuck your mouth.
With the amount of squirming he’s doing, you cannot even begin to put a figure on how long it’s been since he’s felt something halfway close to this- if ever. This perspective makes him feel as if he’s being worshipped, but the titular context of this dynamic cannot be disputed. You’ve got him right where you want him.
You wrap your lips around him, your tongue tracing the veins and contours that extend from tip to shaft. He throws his head back, accepting your lenience; embracing it. You maintain eye contact with every stroke of your hand in tandem with your mouth. The vigor with which you take him is extraordinary. His velvety pillar of flesh pulsates in your grasp as you sink him deeper and deeper until you begin to gag on it.
He gasps when the reflex makes itself known with your violent and sudden throttle. Saliva drenches his skin, leaving your lips to go numb with the slippery accumulation. You care not for the mess, getting it everywhere knowing it’s only going to get worse.
You listen closely to his staggered moans and hums, the melodic lilt in his tone that lures you in to keep doing the exact things that encourage him to reach that magnificent end. You fix your jaw to a more narrow embouchure, applying pressure and speed as you go. His intake of sharp breath gets faster, morphing seamlessly into recognizable pleads and whimpers when you show him exactly what your mouth can do.
“W-wait!” He tries to stop you, but the bindings are doing their job in keeping him contained. “I need- I have to-”
You pluck yourself off of him, your lips slightly swollen and plump from the continuous friction as you pucker them at him. You continue to fist his cock, maintaining his level of ecstasy until you get ready to finish him off the first time.
“I know what you need.” You promise before resuming, throwing his own words back in his face.
You get him there in no time. His toes curl in his shoes as every muscle group is rendered as hard as steel. The world around him disappears. All he can feel right now is the heat of your mouth and the tightness in his groin.
At least, until it dissipates within the blink of an eye.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You apologize sarcastically with both of your spittle-soaked palms on his thighs. He’s starved of breath, gulping down lungfulls as he tries to make sense of what just happened. You giggle at him, biting your lip while still perched on your knees. He looks like he wants to curse your name, but it’s got him torn between demanding for more and pretending he’s satiated enough. “Did you want me to continue?”
“And here I thought I was cruel.” Rabbit shakes his head at you in disapproval, a pretentious sneer making itself known.
“I wana hear you say it.” You order him, playing up the apprehension in his wanton urges.
“And what’s that?” He rhetorically asks, his cock bouncing with every syllable.
“Say you want it.”
“I want it.” He does what you require, but it is flat with no emotion. You need more. You’ll have more.
“No.” His dampness has since dried up a bit, dewy in your hand as you pick your strokes back up again. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I do mean it.” He counters, but you know he can make a better effort than that.
“Try again.” You fist his cock vigorously, gliding your thumb across the tip to really get him going, though you brainstorm ideas on the spot to increase the stakes to this game.
Using your free hand, you utilize your extended nails to unbutton the first few clasps from your collar down. Your cleavage spills out, causing Rabbit’s eyes to grow as wide as saucers. Your supple chest is soft and oh-so forgiving. You trade the grip of your hands on it with your breasts, each one on both sides of his cock with your tongue, suckling the bulbous sensitivity at the top.
“Fuck …” He lets himself slip, tremors taking over when you shove your plushness against his shaft, but he quickly changes his tune when you stop, punishing him to fulfill his end of the bargain.
“Are you going to be a good bunny?” He’s torn between playing by your rules and talking back, deciding against the latter.
“Yes…” He caves, unable to take the torment anymore.
“Then say it.”
“I want you.” The words meet your ears like one of your own demands, but he reiterates, his tone falling to a submissive degree. “I n-need you…”
Without another word, you move the weight of your chest up and down his shaft while continuing to swirl your tongue about the tip. He loves watching your open mouth drool all over while your cleavage engulfs him. Within seconds, he’s climbing that incredibly steep summit for a second time, praying you’ll let him reach the top.
“Yes…” He gruffly whispers. “Come on… Don’t stop…”
You latch your whole mouth onto him now, maneuvering dexterously and pinching your own nipples as you do this. Your self-pleasured moans allow him to get lost in the vocal reverberations as they travel through him to his core, twitching when that familiar build occurs again.
“Fuck… please… ” Your hands move from the sides of your chest to climbing up his torso. His sweet panting is rushed when you locate the apparatus on his sternum.
“Hnnngh!” He wheezes when your delicate fingers finally touch it at the same time, he’s still watching you suck his cock. The personal aspect of this device makes your influence over it all the more meaningful. This is his barrier between life and death meanwhile you’re using it to submit him to your scandalous will.
“God damn you…” He whines under his breath, pathetic and lamenting. To his bereavement, you deprive him of his finish when you pull your mouth off. You straighten yourself, standing up to proclaim this exposure when his annoyance brings you to laughter.
“Oh, honey.” He’s in disarray before you; just what you are aiming for. “I’m already damned.”
With a wide stance, you climb atop his lap with your undergarments yanked to the side beneath your floor-length skirt. You cradle his head as you angle yourself just right, petting him at the spot between his pointed ears. He doesn’t need to say it this time. You can see it in his eyes.
As you descend, your moans catch in your throat when you register just how deliciously he’s splitting you open. He never averts his gaze from you, leaving his mouth agape in shock, just like yours. You go all the way down, sitting your complete weight on his lap when something remarkable happens.
Regardless of his bindings, he extends himself far enough to meet his pursed lips to yours. The kiss is soft, his pelt so thick and downy. You lean into it, breathing him in when you register how deprived he is. The fullness inside impales you sweetly, urging you to change things up.
You explore him further, slipping your tongue into his mouth to get a full taste. Those front teeth of his pose as an obstacle you easily overcome, persistent in showing him the wonders of euphoric rapture. While he’s captivated by your kiss, you reach for the bindings keeping him in place, pulling the tie loose so that he can be set free.
It’s like you’ve flipped a switch with the way his savagery has been activated. With nothing keeping him contained, he wraps his arms around you, practically jumping to slam your back against the nearest wall. The lightning shift makes you dizzy as your air is all but knocked clear out of your lungs.
It’s animalistic, the way he’s pounding himself into you right now. You’re caught within the vice of his powerful thrusts and the immovable wall. He repays you with his own series of bites across your jugular, his enlarged set of jaws engulfing nearly all of your neck as he clamps down. It’s your turn to whimper and cry now, wailing loudly the harder he bites.
You’re weightless in his arms, his profound strength never giving way to fatigue no matter how long he has to keep you propped up. He releases you from his maw, opting to watch himself disappear into you. A stringy bead of his saliva connects from his chin to where he was just biting your neck and you sense the remnants of it dripping down and soaking your exposed chest.
“I want to taste you…” He bows his head, his stiff ears brushing your fringe in front of your eyes and obscuring your vision slightly. When you suddenly feel him lick up the bead of glistening spittle, you disintegrate like putty in his hands. His mouth finds your erect nipple, suckling on it with intermittent nibbles between as his gloved hand pinches the other. “I must make you… mine.”
You brace yourself for precisely that, witnessing the fire in his eyes as he bears down on you. He submerges his fuzzy face into your chest and you hold him there as long as he wants, letting him mark you with his jagged and uneven teeth. He claims you with his mouth. He claims you with his cock. He’s now about to claim you with his forthcoming release.
He moves his hold even lower, adjusting so that your legs are draped over his forearms and he’s practically ramming himself into the wall with you as a buffer. You are spread so wide for him, your skirt falling akimbo as he jostles you with each thrust. Your juices coat his length in entirety and it causes him to falter, seeing you paint him so thickly with your gushing slick. He pulls himself almost completely out of you, admiring the way your face contorts at the displacement. You roll your hips at his absence, murmuring your complaints amidst this grace period of adoration when he tests your mettle and drives himself back in all at once.
“Ah-ah-ah-oohh!” You exclaim, your broken voice ringing in his ears. He grunts hoarsely, his pace having quickened to force you to belt out all your lustful vocalizations.
“Yes!” He exclaims, his focus remaining on every aspect of you. “Louder… Louder! ”
“AH-AH-AH!” You don’t even need to make an effort to accomplish this. He is fucking you with an ever-consuming enthusiasm, all you can do is hold onto him for deal life until he’s finished. He crushes you with his weight, keeping you pinned against the wall as each jarring thrust scrapes your spine against the roughness. You don’t care, though. You don’t want this to cease.
You grab fistfuls of his coat, digging your claws into the textile to the point you hear the threads pop and snap under the pressure. You’re perfectly fine falling into this crater of submission, but Rabbit is not as keen.
“You’re not getting off that easy.” Rabbit pulls you out of your trance when he rears back slightly, affording some space when he eases your head off his shoulder. He motivates you to meet his line of sight and you can see the hand-made stitch lines that span across his features so clearly. The fur around his mouth and down his neck is matted with a visual manifestation of this evening. If only he could see himself. “Give me those demonic eyes of yours.”
Just as you do as he asks, it’s impossible not to acknowledge the tightening coil within you both that’s threatening to snap. Seeing just what you’re doing to each other is more than enough to send your collective nerves sky high. You let your long tongue hang out of your mouth, knowing the view into your throat drives him insane.
You scream when the strain within gives way at last, the piercing shriek warping with a legion of voices to exhibit your unholy nature. That fullness inside swells significantly when your walls seize around his palpitating cock and he elevates your howls with his own. “Yes! Take it all! ”
He empties himself inside, continuing to fuck you even when there’s nothing left. It drips down, leaking all over the floor and even staining portions of his slacks. With you panting all over him, his mouth finds his way to yours again, kissing you as his thrusts become more lax and sensational until his length slips out of you, making an even bigger mess of himself.
He breaks the kiss, his tongue intertwined with yours before he speaks, a lyrical cadence in each word as he catches his breath. “For a demon, you’re a very good girl.”
“And for a rabbit, you’re a very good fuck.” You tease him, having gained a favorable connection through this endeavor that you know he will admire the humor in it.
“That’s not all I am, darling.” The tone he uses only leads you to believe that there’s far more to be revealed.
He carries you to your shop’s countertop and uses his deposited spend as lubricant to slip right back into your entrance, repeating everything he just did to you all over again.
He would test you in the beginning of the relationship. To fully know how you stand to Makai and the people.
If you treat them good and view them as people. And not as creatures. He will be HEADOVERHEALS for you.
As creepy as it might be but he will install cameras into your apartment to make sure you’re safe.
He won’t let you get to close to his fellow demons in the beginning. Not knowing how they may treat you.
He will keep you close to keep an eye on you and make sure you’re save.
( future in the relationship)
If you’re starting to get closer whit the makain he will be the happiest man alive.
Play whit some makain children and he might just cry.
If you try to learn makain he will teach you gladly.
If you find out he likes Alice in wonderland and ask him about it he won’t stop rambling about what he likes about it the most.
If you joke about wanting to go as Alice to Halloween he can’t help but snicker a little. But he can’t help but imagine you as her.
Steal his monocle and wear it yourself.
Gently play who his rabbit ears and he will kick his leg.
He will lie about it. But you know what you saw.
Will be worried to death if you’re sick. Val in his childhood sickness meant possibly death. So he will do everything to get you back on his feed.
Groom him a little. Run your hands through his fur and kiss his bunny nose.
Make him tea and some biscuits. Trust me.
If you learn about his plan to make makai and earth on again. Tell him how brilliant he is.
Ask him questions. Tons and tons of questions. He loves to brag whit his intelligence.
( fully in the relationship )
If he shows you his artificial heart and explains you how it works. Listen!! Once you fully understand how it works. Turn his blood pump up and down when he needs it he will be so happy that you care so much about him.
Once he may take his mask of and shows you his scared face and his long hair. Cares it. Kiss over the scares on his face he will cry.
If you learn about what darkcome did to him and makain in general and start to understand his hatred towards them and you dislike them as well it will make him so happy.
He won’t let you near any fight losing you is by far one of his biggest fears.
Don’t tofu any of his inventions. He’s scared you might damage them and put him back in his plan.
He will read to you.
He will cook for you. Tell him your favorite food and you will have it laying before you before you even know it.
He will make you an Alice dress. Or at least one looking slightly like it.
He will make sure your always taking care of yourself and you’re skin. His is damaged beyond repair. But yours is still fresh and healthy. He wants it to stay this way.
He will know everything about you. Maybe even a little bit too much.
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( in the beginning)
He won’t sleep whit you to soon.
At first he would feel extremely guilty about even looking at you whit want.
He thinks you’re perfect. And he’s not so even the thought of touching you whit his filthy hands would disgust him.
Little by little he would get closer to you. It would start of little.
Like touching you’re tight or caressing your waist.
The touches would start to become more. Longing. Like caressing your breast a little or touching the upper part of your butt for a moment.
If you wear something whit a low cut he can’t help but glance in it but look away faster than ever.
Kisses would slowly turn into make out sessions. As he would shyly push his tongue in your mouth but push away as soon as he is not sure if you actually like it.
( future in the relationship )
He would start to get more comfortable around you and his touches would become more prominent.
He would kiss you all over your face and neck.
When he first sees your breasts/ chest he will blush like a tomato.
He whimpers this man is touched starved as hell.
Kiss him kiss him everywhere he will begin to shake.
Run your hands over him and he will have tears in his eyes.
He would let you hump his leg.
When your on you’re period. He will be protective as hell over you.
He will get protective over you.
( fully in the relationship )
Once he shows you his face and the rest of his body. Kiss him and I mean EVERYWHERE!!
Kiss his scares, kiss every scares make him feel loved and he will weep.
Run your hand over his mechanical heart and tell him how glad you are it keep him alive.
He will be shy at first scared he could do something that scars you off or make you uncomfortable.
Tell him how happy you make him and he will become more comfortable.
When your first sleep whit each other he would be as stiff as a stick.
When his mechanical heart loses pressure during it. A tune it back to normal he will be head over heels again.
He will become more rough and daring.
He will accidentally scratch you.
He’s a switch.
His shaft isn’t particularly tight but long.
Since he has no Chest hair I believe he is hairy down there.
He likes your smell, no matter if you smell like flowers or sweat.
If he sees you playing with makain children. He wants to have some whit you.
After a while he will develop a breeding kink even though it will make him feel bad about himself.
He wants you to use him. He thinks badly of himself and wants you to treat him as such.
If you’re mean to Dante or lady (Mary) he will take you all night.
If he wears his mask. Pull his ears PULL HIS EARS.
Or hair he doesn’t care.
His demon blood gives him stamina.
A lot of stamina.
He likes shower sex even though the hot water burns on his scares.
G’morning/G’day or night Pooka-Dragon!! I have an ask for more headcanons regarding our favorite Bunny man, the White Rabbit!!!
How would White Rabbit interact with his significant other if she was pregnant? (His) obviously. The care, morning sickness, back pains, cuddles, diet, would he be more protective towards her than before and would he help her through the pregnancy all the way until his SO goes into labor? How and what would he do to prepare his wife/SO for a safe delivery? 😗
-I’m sorry if this was a lot. Plz take your time, there’s absolutely no rush.
Oooh parent hood huh?
I obviously have no experience on parent hood but I am a proud auntie to my nieces and nephews.
White Rabbit might be on the same page but he’s gonna try his best.
-He is unsure why his beloved is nervous all of a sudden for a few days and when he’ll ask what is wrong. And when he now gonna be a father, his mind goes blank.
-But he’s excited but nervous at the same time? Him a father? This is new!
-Of course, this was also a brand new experience for him due to his past and growing up with demons through his whole life, this is going to be an unknown experience.
-Morning sickness was something he could help with easily. He might be able to sense it when his partner isn’t all well and will help them to the bathroom and help when needed.
-Mood swings is a whole new ballpark for him. One moment, you’re pissed and he’s unsure what he did, then you’re sad and he’s even more confused.
-And the cravings? He was unsure of what to make of it especially if it’s something that’s not a good combo (my dad told me that my birth mother at the time craved macaroni and tuna) But he’ll fix it up none of the less.
-Swollen feet? Fixed with foot rubs. He knows the pain on that since he’s constantly faster than his opponent but will have sore feet that will eventually catch up with him.
-Of course, as the months go by, his pride stirs up more and more every time he glances at you.
-It’s always cuddles at the end of the day. If he’s busy with the demon thugs he hired and he gets a call from you, he drops everything and is at your side.
-“But boss, you said that we-“ “I am sorry, but this is more important.” “But we have been planing this raid for weeks-“ “And you’ll manage just fine without me. Just stick to the plan.”
-He does freeze every time that the baby kicks, thinking that it was time, but you explain that it was just a kick and it was okay.
-Of course, when the time actually comes when you go into labor, you told him that it was time. He may look calm on the surface, but he is inwardly panicking. But he has to put on a brave face.
-As much as he hates the humans, he will track down a doctor/nurse and pay a bribery to keep their mouth shut and insure that his wife has a safe delivery of their baby.
-After long hours, a healthy baby was born.
-White Rabbit was amazed of how small the baby was at first glance, the small child managing to grasp one of his fingers.
-He will let you decide the name for their child.
-He’s in instant protection mode when he brought you and the child home. No one gets near them without his permission.
-There was one night when you were asleep and he’s holding the child, who was looking up at him with curious eyes and was reaching out for him.
-He lets the child grasp his finger.
-That’s when the White Rabbut made vow.
-Not only is he protecting you with his life, but also their child and nothing will get in his way to keep you both safe.
-Rabbit gets very anxious when you are gone for more than a few hours. If he's sitting at a table, his fingers will start taping wildly on it as if he were typing out morse code.
-The White Rabbit is a gentleman (when he wants to be...which is most of the time), and its not just for show. He will act like one even in private, offering to hold a door open, push your chair for you, and small gestures which he hopes will make him worthy in your eyes. Though he'd still do it for you even if you weren't a couple.
-Sometimes worries he isn't handsome enough for you, worries about his scars. He's wished he could look better for you several times. Even if you tell him you love him regardless of his looks, he still feels like he could be better, yet the best he can do is to groom his fur and make sure his suits look their best.
-Rabbit first learned to read and write through reading Alice in Wonderland (and admits to you with a blush that he used to think 'Alice' was the word for 'Humans', and asks you not to share that with anyone).
-Rabbit doesn't really have much in the way of money, and is actively planning to raid a jewelry store to steal a wedding ring at some point. He just needs to figure out which one would be the best for you.
-Rabbit's accent sometimes sounds disjointed, and as if he's come from all over the world. This is because he learned to speak like humans from various sources and is still trying to smooth it out with practice. Especially with you!
-Despite his fur, Rabbit does get cold, and always claims you're very warm when pressed against him and will pull you close to him at night to use you as a heated blanket.
-No, he cannot jump super high or handle long falls. Stop asking...yes he can run very fast, yes his stamina is good. It will actually take him a bit to realize you're hinting at his capabilities for strenuous activities not related to missions.
-If you do not know how to protect yourself, he will actively teach you how to do so. Just in case something happens when he's not around to keep you safe, he wants to be sure you have the best chance possible at surviving and escaping.
-Rabbit actively avoids any 'trolley problem' like questions. (IE: "Would you abandon Makaians to save me? Would you kill humans for me?"). They make him very uncomfortable. Deep down he knows he'd do terrible things for you, but is afraid of being a monster in your eyes, of being the kind of demon which makes humans hate Makaians. Because if you ever look at him that way, he'd likely just want to die. So, he avoids and sidesteps those questions as much as he can.
-He likes to sometimes think, if you and he could have a hybrid child of your own...what would they be like? In the end, he decides he doesn't care. As long as they are healthy and happy.
-Actually hates carrots. He'd much prefer to eat a grapefruit because of how fun it is to have that uncomfortable sour sensation on his tongue. You can taste it on his tongue sometimes when you kiss.
-Rabbit does not know how to swim (not enough water on Makai for that), but if you would teach him then he'd be willing to learn, and steal some glances at you in swimwear.
-Rabbit has had dreams about you, and a few nightmares as well. The worst one of them all starts out as a dream influenced by his love of Alice in Wonderland.
It always starts the same, of him and Alice (You in the classic Alice outfit) running happily and chasing each other around until you both reach a tall hedgemaze. At first you are both laughing as you chase him through a hedgemaze, before the light dims and he's hurriedly pulling you by you wrist as they hear the clattering of armor and the Red Queen screaming "Off with their head!" (sometimes its not the the queen, but Darkcom chasing you both).
He runs faster and faster to try and get 'Alice' away from them, only to feel you pulled from his hand, your fingers slipping through his own. He tries to run back through the Hedgemaze, to find you, calls out your name (even shouting it in the real world), but no matter which way he goes, the White Rabbit cannot find his Alice.
As he tries to run after you the hedgemaze turns into kind of tunnel networks one would find in Makai, and he keeps running through the darkness, shouting your name until suddenly waking up. He is panting, in a cold sweat, and longs to hold you the entire night, shaking slightly, and holding you close till the sun rises.
-Rabbit dislikes a lot of modern music, (not because his ears are sensitive, he just doesn't like it) but will half-cringe/half-smile while being stuck in a car with you and listening to what amounts to 'music' in the modern era. However, if you find a good station or song or artist he does enjoy, he will listen to it at every opportunity. This is especially true if you both like it.
-Rabbit once admitted to you that he's actually slightly afraid of the idea of a dentist looking at his teeth, since they aren't actually comparable to those of a human on a 1:1 basis. As such he strives to take good care of them (which is a pain given he does have a sweet tooth). But if he ever genuinely needs a dentist (be it a back alley one, a sympathizer or a Makaian dentist), then he will want you there so he can hold your hand and ignore his fear and pain.
(This is my first try for Rabbit X Reader stuff, hopefully you enjoyed it and can enjoy more as my inspiration hits me and asks me to write more about them.)
Your relationship with Rabbit is an unconventional one. But he puts forth a real effort to be a good partner for you. He takes time to leave you messages, asks you about your day, tried to remember the things you like, and never misses a chance to hold your hand or sneak a quick kiss to your cheek.
But sometimes it feels as if Rabbit is almost paying too much attention. As if he watches you at all times, even when he's not around. Other times, you could swear you saw him in the distance, watching you, when you knew he was supposed to be on Makai doing his work.
-Rabbit gives you space, but he always likes to know where you are at any given moment. If you miss a call he will keep calling or texting until you respond. A few times he's even switched to burner phones to see if you were ignoring him on purpose. If you don't contact him within half an hour he will start making plans to go and check on you. If an hour passes and you don't respond he will start moving towards you. He's surprised you many times by how quickly he can get to you when he needs to check on you.
-Rabbit is looking into how to disguise himself as human. Just so he can watch over you when he's not busy with his work. It's a dangerous world out there. What better 'guardian angel' could his precious human ask for, than a real demon?
-He'd probably get a mimic demon to follow you, but he doesn't trust them enough with your safety.
-Rabbit is much more tech savy than you realized, perhaps even more than you. He's purchased (or probably stolen) things which you have been looking up online and considered actually buying but didn't have the money for. You're starting to suspect he knows what calls you are making on your cellphone and to whom.
-Rabbit would likely want you to stay with him on Makai, but its far too dangerous. So he's started working on a more permanent hideout on Earth where he can conduct his business while also keeping you safe near him in comfort and forever under his watchful eye or of those loyal to him. The refugee Makaians would even help, because Rabbit is always in such a better mood (and less intense) whenever you're around.
-If Rabbit succeeds in building his new safehouse and bringing you there, the upper floors will become a plush prison for you, where Rabbit lives with you and does much of his work. If his obsession grows, he may give explicit orders to Makaians who live under his protection to never let you leave it without an escort or without him by your side.
-An Ex of yours who kept trying to reach out to you about getting back together has suddenly found themselves busy with their car going missing, and Rabbit came back with a lot more cash than usual.
-Your boss had an accident after you complained to Rabbit once. He says he had nothing to do with it. Can you really be sure?
-You know for sure a local gang was killed by Rabbit because they were far too close to where you live. Rabbit probably considers it 'protecting his territory', but you were never evne threatened by them
- You never have to fear Rabbit raising a hand to hurt you. He won't. The worst he will do is pull you around by your arm or lock you in a room for a little while.
"Why would I ever hurt you? You're mine. I don't break things that belong to me. I break what belongs to other people."
-He can cook anything from scratch to make an excellent meal.
- Refuses to eat frozen meals unless absolutely necessary but don’t expect him to eat any of the tv box dinners people will use
-Very skillful with a knife. He would cut something very fast that all you can do is blink and it’s pretty much either half or almost fully cut, sliced or diced.
- No greasy food, he refuses. Seeing that will make his stomach turn at the sight. (Thank @twigg27 for that funny little headcanon)
-Need something to help with mental, emotional or physical health in the meal? He’s got you covered.
-Also makes his own tea blend. Store bought ones can only do so much. He makes his own and add things to help with. (Anxiety relief, sleep aid, sore muscles, etc)
-He secretly has a sweet tooth, so if he feels like it, he’ll have small cakes, danishes, pies as a dessert but it’s a rare occasion (That or if no one is looking, he’ll sneak one.
-If you give him a cookbook, he’ll make it instantly without needing a second retry. Will probably alter the meal to make it better.
-Skipping meals? Not on his watch. Can tell if someone (that he cares about) if they had eaten or not. Gives a small meal while also lecturing about skipping meals.
-Want to give him a hard recipe to do? Challenge accepted. He wants to hone his skill and show he can cook pretty much anything.
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