#dmc rabbit

[xxnoirxx]

late for easter but.... 🐇🖤

[theexaltedbride]

White Rabbit X Human Reader. (NSFW). (GN).

(Decided to keep this Gender Neutral. But might do gender specific stuff later on.)

-Because of his large ears, he can very clearly hear you whispering his name late at night, or whispering dirty promises to him while you both try to work. It riles him up something fierce when he's trying to hold a meeting or do some work, and to suddenly start hearing you whispering across the room about how much you want to run your tongue along his cock, or fondle his balls, or how you want to ride him till he asks for ice.

He can't respond without risking someone else hearing, but his eyes tell you all you need to know. That intense glare and that hungry smile. He'd drink you the way he drinks his tea, and he's always thirsty for more.

-He tries very hard not to slip up and accidentally call you 'Alice'. But it will happen, and he will apologize over and over once his mind clears up, and get bashful about it. Tease him just right and you might get him to laugh about it. On the flipside, he does like it when you call him your 'Honey Bunny'.

-When the excitement builds too much, he really lets loose on you. His enhanced speed leaves his hips as a blur of motion and the sound of your bodies clapping together like the applause of an audience. He's made a joke about it and waved or even spoken to a nonexistent crowd, like the showman he is and will do so again if you keep laughing or blushing at it. It only became a problem when he spoke so loudly others could hear it and came to check on you both.

-It's a good thing he wears gloves (even in bed, unless you specifically remove them) else he might really scratch you. But perhaps you want that? In truth, he also likes it when you scratch him and might enjoy being pushed by you and pretending that you're stronger than him (just be careful not to break his monocle).

-Favorite position: Doggy, so that he can really go as fast as he wants, but on occasion he does enjoy trying out missionary just so he can see your face and look into your eyes the entire time.

-His deepest fantasy is a kinky domestic life with you. He has issues with the American government and Darkcom (hell, he has issues with just about all of humanity), but the classic americana 50s' ideal of coming home to a humble house, with a white picket fence, his spouse, and some little rabbits of his own appeals to him. It's the opposite of his life on Makai, and he wants it. A happy little household where he can relax after a long day, and spend it with you making love in bed, or fucking wildly like horny rabbits when the kids weren't around. Happy, safe, and going at it like rabbits. What more could he want?

If you ever try to surprise him by pretending to give him that experience you will leave Rabbit speechless, tripping over his own words and unsure of what to say. Which is fine, as you won't need to do much talking that night.

-You can wear his monocle (even in bed) just be sure to give it back. He doesn't need glasses to see, but the monocle helps him read, as one eye is actually worse than the other. (Though you're fairly sure he just wears it for style).

-He's a fan of plunging himself deep into you and filling you with his essence. He likes to claim it's a Rabbit thing, buy you know he's just indulging himself. He likes to watch you walk around with his seed inside of you and from the way he grins and might bite his lip, he's imagining you going about your business with his cum leaking out of you.

-Rabbit has occasionally indulged in some bite play thanks to his teeth, and broken the skin of your shoulder at least once. If you let him, he will taste you more, but he also takes aftercare seriously and will make sure to clean and bandage your bites properly.

-Exploration: The human body is so exotic compared to his own. Rabbit likes to explore you, run his fingertips over your skin, learn the contours of your body, feel your hair, rub your cheeks (and your face too) sometimes he will spend nights just exploring you, and learning all the ins and outs of you so he may better love you.

-Getting caught: You were once caught by some of your Makaian friends in a compromising position with the Rabbit. You had both had a long day, and needed to blow off some steam, so you'd been bent over by the Rabbit over a desk, hands gripping onto papers for timelines and deliveries, your pants down just enough to allow him entry, and his all the yay by his ankles as he showed you just how much stamina a Rabbit could have, his clapping with your ass, his balls swinging wildly, and his hot breath washing over the back of your neck. The door opened behind you both and some unfortunate Makaian was treated to the sight of rabbit's toned, furred ass thrusting back and forth as his runner's legs propelled him back and forth into you.

He barely stopped, just slowing down as much as he needed to in order to turn his head and look at the interlope.

"I'm In a Meeting!" He shouted and pointed for the Makaian to shut the door, which they did by slamming it, and Rabbit immediately went right back to thrusting into you, and noting your deep blush at having been caught like this.

"Honestly, it's not the worst thing people have caught us doing. " He said with a smile, his throat rumbling with a chuckle, before resuming his thrusts and grabbing a firm hold of your hips to set the pace and guide your movements. Each slam of his cock driving home into you would rock the desk beneath you, rattling it and making quite a mess for you both to clean up.

-Getting caught 2: The other time you were both caught was when you were on Earth, getting supplies, samples, and looking for other places to store Makaian refugees. Rabbit can't walk among people the way you can, and so he mostly scouted areas out, and discovered a lovely are for a picnic just past a line of trees in a small town, an open spot where you could both see the sun, and enjoy the beauty of this world, before you began to enjoy one another. Laying with one another in the open air, altering positions, naked and kissed by the sun and the wind, you went at each other like animals...and apparently made enough of a ruckus for someone to call the local donut patrol with a noise complaint. With donut sprinkles still on his beard, the cop had come out of the woods demanding your surrender and how you were both under arrest for public indecency.

The shock of his arrival had sent you and rabbit scrambling back to the portal naked, with rabbit using his clothes to cover his erection, his monocle held between his teeth, and you running after him with all your other belongings, while the overweight cop tried to give chase, but you easily lost him (even if it left Rabbit with the dull ache of Blueballs, which you were more than happy to fix later on).

"Furry freaks! You're supposed to do that at your damn convention hotels." The cop had shouted after you'd lost him. The cop apparently assumed Rabbit was just someone in a fursuit, as Darkcom never received a call about him, and you were still able to use that portal to travel back and forth without issue.

Though the encounter did lead to the uncomfortable experience, of having to explain what a 'Furry' was.

"So, dearest, does that mean you're a furry?" Rabbit had asked with a raised brow.

-Getting Caught 3!: (Okay the Rabbit is into it, at this point you're fairly sure he likes showing off and being watched.) You both had a go at it in an abandoned building while scouting it out, where rabbit pressed you up against the glass, talking about how it would feel to know an entire city was looking at you both, watching you make raucous love to one another, how he wanted them to see, how he could fuck like a real rabbit, when he suddenly stopped and his eyes and head turned about the way he did when scanning for danger.

At first you worried that you were about to be attacked, until you both looked to a team of three window washers on the opposite building across from you, looking straight at you, eyes wide and jaws dropped.

Rabbit didn't miss a beat and waved his hand before calling out to them.

"Hello boys! Enjoying the show!?" He then picked up the pace.

"If we're going to have an audience, we might as well give them something to watch." He laughed and put his all into giving the hapless humans something to remember, changing positions and smiling wide for the camera as one of them pulled out his phone.

There's at least one photo out there of you on your knees for Rabbit, his cock wet with his own cum as he rests it on your lips, while he waves to the camera. Hopefully Darkcom never finds it, else it might boost the rabbit's ego. As if his head wasn't big enough as it is.

-Temptations: Other demons and Makaians have on occasion tried to tempt Rabbit away from you. Why should a human ever be the one to claim the rabbit's heart and lusts? Only another demon or Makaian should have that right, and so they have tried on various moments to tempt him into forgetting you, especially a Succubi who tried a more direct route by directly sitting in his lap when he was alone and working on something.

"Oh, why bother with a silly little earther like them? You could have me instead, I know all the ways men truly lust for others. Be they demon or human, I've left them gasping and begging for water! I can make your balls empty by night's end, every night. I have tricks no human could ever hope to match. I have moves that leave even the strongest of men…breathless." She whispered into his ear, tongue trailing out to lick at him while also trailing a hand down to the opening of his trousers, only to have it grabbed by the wrist and suddenly pulled high by the Rabbit as he glared furiously at them in response.

"I have no breath for you to steal. Nor will you enflame my lust for anyone but my beloved. That said, you have succeeded in trying my patience!"

He was able to shoo them off easily after that, and everyone got the message that he wasn't interested, yet he'd lied. The demon had succeeded in arousing him, but he refocused that desire by sheer force of will towards you.

The entire night was filled with the furious sounds of the rabbit rutting with you like an animal. He would penetrate you over and over again, altering positions, chugging water as soon as he was done only to go back and go again, and even putting his tongue to work on you and showing he was more than happy to reciprocate his pleasure.

-Never Ever: Do not pull on Rabbit's tail too hard. You can stroke it and feel it, but don't squeeze and pull it. He compares it to being hit in the groin and is happy that his tail is small and won't get in the way during fights.

His ears, however? Oh, you can pull on those as hard as you want!

-Never Ever 2: Don't insult yourself for being human, even if you were trying to be kinky. It will make Rabbit sad and even stop mid thrust, he will ask you if you're okay, and try to reassure you that he loves you.

"Was it something I said? I know I can be angry and...say things...but...I'd never hurt you. Never."

-Aftercare: The Rabbit will insist on it in his most gentlemanly fashion. (Did you think his suit and monocle were just for show? He really does like acting the part of a gentleman for you. Its his way of showing he cares about you, and he likes to hold himself to a higher standard whenever he can).

He will fluff your pillow and tuck you into bed with tea ready nearby (your tastes are different but he insists on making it sweet, because sugars and sweeteners are rare on Makai, but you are worth it).

"Sweets, for my sweet."

[asukachii]

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Devil May Cry (2025)

[ 2 / ? ]

[majo-tsukiko]

Yeah yeah anyways, he is absolutely touch starved. You’ll never convince me otherwise.

I need to hear him whimper.

[hamstaart-huso]

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[melachanart]

A job from the White Rabbit...

(c) Devil May Cry (Netflix)

Fanarts by @melachanart

DO NOT REPOST/STEAL/USE FOR AI PLEASE. Thank you

[snookiem]

White Rabbit after Matilda dresses Dante as Alice from Alice in Wonderland:

[meridasblog]

The White Rabbit's promise

Realizing there aren't many stories about this villain from a poorly told tale, I decided to write my own. However, this story goes much further back, before this man became one of the most feared demonic terrorists. It's the story of that man who once had only one mission: to give his family, the Makains, a better place to call home.

But...what if this White Rabbit... had been followed by his own Alice to the land of demons?

Chapter 1

Long ago, in an already well-known world, lived two children—a boy and a girl—whose lives, once painted in shades of gray, slowly began to take color.

The girl's name, when spoken aloud, always carried the warmth of a sunrise. The boy’s name… remains unknown to our ears, or at least, it’s not one we can pronounce without pain. They found a home in a land that wasn’t theirs. And though it wasn't quite like their favorite tale, it surely was a place of wonder. There were no mad hatters or smiling cats that could disappear… there was a rabbit. A White Rabbit. One who ran not because he was late, but because he had already lost everything that mattered.

But I’m getting ahead of myself; let’s go back to the time before we fell down the rabbit hole.

New York, 1980

As the sun rises once more, another day awakens in the Big Apple. The car horns tangled in Fifth Avenue's morning traffic serve as music to the ears of New Yorkers. Times Square, with its modern lack of corporate personality, glitters with hollow grandeur. Central Park, fragrant with wet grass and kissed by sunlight, becomes the perfect place for wandering thoughts. People move through the streets, slipping into yet another chapter of their monotonous lives.

Sitting by a window in a condominium near the Empire State Building is a little girl with a lost look —one of those that give you the understanding that she is not in this world right now. Her wine-red hair, tied loosely in a side braid, moves gently in the warm caress of the wind. Her eyes, dark as coffee beans, scan the streets of the neighborhood, capturing them in her notebook. She wears a blue dress adorned with delicate silver floral patterns, a light cream-white vest, and black strap shoes.

She runs her pencil over the paper with the gentleness of a mother's touch. Humming softly, she focuses on what is yet another drawing for her collection. But the moment is ruined when a loud crash startles her, causing the pencil to fly and scratch the paper.

Her brow furrows in frustration; her once-peaceful expression is now one of annoyance. She sets the notebook aside and goes to confront the source of the noise. When she opens the door, she finds her bothersome brothers fighting—again.

"Hey! I was drawing, you idiots!" she shouts, fists clenched in frustration, but they ignore her completely. The girl sighs, resigned. No matter how much she tries to talk to them, it's like speaking to a wall. Such are her days since she arrived at this supposed home.

“Ah… why do I even bother?" she thinks, sadly, walking downstairs.

Just then, the doorbell rings. “Must be the mail,” she thinks disinterestedly. But it rings again, and that makes her pause. The mailman usually doesn't ring twice. Curiosity piqued, she crouches down and peers through the wooden bars of the staircase.

Her parents answer the door. Her eyes scan the man: overweight, pale-skinned, with thinning hair and a thin, curly mustache. What catches her attention are the papers he's carrying. When her “mom” takes them, she recognizes the stamp

"A social worker? That means—" that's when she sees the other one. A boy with his eyes fixed to the ground; his hair black as a raven's plumage; his skin tanned yet pale; his clothes, baggy and somewhat formal, though a bit sloppy. When he looks up, she catches sight of his eyes— dark gray like storm clouds or slate stones. She frowns slightly, not from distrust but from a strange curiosity and interest.

Their eyes meet for a second. In those sad eyes, she sees a faint gleam. But the moment is broken when her brothers crash into the scene, one choking the other. The boy glances at them, and his face tightens with fear.

She watches him with concern. She knows now he'll be staying with them… and what that will mean. The only thing that she does is look away and climbs back upstairs. She no longer even remembers what she had come down for in the first place.

Minutes later

The sound of a toilet flushing echoes from the bathroom. The door opens, and the girl steps out, drying her hands. Distracted, she walks toward her room, still hearing the absurd bickering of her siblings.

Just a few steps away, she notices a shadow pass across the floor in her room. She frowns—surely one of them have invaded her space again. She speeds up and reaches the doorway.

"Hey, I told you to not—!"

The shout startles the intruder, who drops the book he is holding and bumps into her desk, knocking some pages to the ground. Her frown softens as she realizes it's the newcomer.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to barge in." The boy stammers nervously.

"No, no, you forgive me instead. I thought you were one of those... those redneck Carson kids." Her tone shifts from embarrassment to irritation.

"Y-you mean your brothers?"

"Please, they're more closely related to apes than to me."

"But you're not their…."

"Sister?"

The boy nods; she just looks down.

"I don't even come close to being part of this family."

She walks past him and grabs her sketchbook from the window sill. She rips out the ruined drawing, tosses it in the trash, and quietly closes the notebook.

"Believe me when I say I'm not." She adds as she begins picking up the scattered pages—only to spot the book he dropped. She picks it up and examines the cover.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Her eyes wander over to the cover, and she runs her fingers gently across it. She turns to him, who looks nervous and ashamed, clearly expecting mockery. But instead, she offers his book back to him with a warm smile. He hesitates, then takes it. She walks to the desk and shows him one of her pages.

"This is my favorite character. Of course, I've always loved white rabbits—they're so cute." She says it with a smile. "Look, here I have a drawing of Alice and Cheshire."

She hurries to find the drawing but stops when she sees his still-surprised expression, tinged with shyness.

"Hey, I don't bite," she says, amused. She pulls out a worn notebook from her drawer. Inside, there are sketches of characters and scenes from the book, and even some that blend the city with Wonderland.

"It'd be great to live among wonders, don't you think?"

She smiles at him. He looks at her, and again she sees that same glimmer in his eyes. He smiles faintly.

She extends her hand.

"My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

Draw made by: https://www.deviantart.com/heroika/art/Conejo-Blanco-144697529