your demon butler is an ancient creature and doesn't understand much of the modern world, but he does understand that you're the center of his. he's always at your bid and call, worshipping the ground you walk on. you're his sweet mistress! he's there when you wake up with your breakfast brought to your bed, he's there as you go about your daily business, draws you a bath in the evening, welcomes your guests, stands by your side at dinner and then tucks you into bed.
demon butler loves you, shamefully so. his more basic and demonic urges of claiming you, corrupting you, breeding you have become very hard to ignore. though he shows you the utmost respect, he still feels these urges and he is deeply ashamed of them, of thinking of his angelic, sweet, ever gracious mistress in such wretched ways. but the truth is, you do know, and you do tempt him, undressing in his proximity, feigning insomnia to get him to join you in bed, touching him even when it's no necessary. But he would never fault you for his evil temptations!
demon butler may be your devoted servant, but he's still a creature of hell. and as such, he's a creature of corruption. to him, you are pure, angelic, divine, his ever gracious mistress and the only salvation he will ever be granted. but he is greedy, and he wants more. wants to taste your juices for every meal, wants you to sit on his face and smother him between your thighs- oh, how happily he would die for you, in your service. and he wants more yet, wants to fuck you stupid, wan ts to snap, strip that tight waistcoat and slutty slacks of his, smother your cries with his crumpled up tie and take you from behind like an animal. breed you with his demon seed until hr has corrupted you fully, and you can never discard him...
demon butler fucks his first in secret, steals your underwear out of the laundry he is supposed to wash and breathes in your heavenly scent, whimpering all the while...
"o-oh, my mistress, please let this lowly servant worship you-"
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Hi! I saw your doing hc for Cuphead! Eeeee! I got so excited I hope you don’t mind. Could you do a Devil x kindfemale!devil? She’s not like the other demons among Inkwell super helpful, cheerful, and overall sweet. She’s also good friends with mugman and Cuphead. When she uses her powers to help she never asks for anything in return being warm and friendly. The devil honestly believes she’s giving all demons a bad look by acting this way and tries to correct it. Reader ain’t afraid to sass him tho on his rude behavior and he can’t help but… find it rather attractive. P.s. Dice and the others joke how she has their boss wrapped around her finger.
🌤️ — let's goo. enjoy!!
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❝ Opposites that don't come together. ❞
— FANDOM: CUPHEAD.
— PAIRING: DEVIL x KIND DEVIL!FEM READER.
— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC
— HCS
— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC.
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☆ ┈ Congratulations, you've discovered in him a level of irritation towards another being that no one else has ever been able to achieve!
☆ ┈ Not only are you ruining the image of other devils, including his, with your gentle (bleh!) behavior, you are also helping these two empty-headed cups. Without you, their souls would already be his...
☆ ┈ Ugh, there are no words he can use to describe his contempt for you. And not just contempt.
☆ ┈ Devil is like a tsundere. He is interested in your behavior and, although he does not admit it, how you always manage to escape after his attempts to point out to you that your behavior is "incorrect".
☆ ┈ Although he kind of like you, your personality makes him act tough. No, really, what is it? Helping someone, for free? And this cheerful attitude of yours? Disgusting..
☆ ┈ ..But intriguing.
☆ ┈ Devil is almost obsessive because you are different, and you refuse to behave the way he, and perhaps other devils, expect.
☆ ┈ Sometimes it seems to him that you are a fallen angel or something, because he cannot otherwise explain how you, devil, evil by nature, can be something like that.
☆ ┈ He often watches you, not by himself, because he doesn't have time. Basically, he sends someone to keep an eye on you, or uses his abilities to do so.
☆ ┈ Devil is trying to tempt you by showing you what you can do with your abilities, what you can achieve instead of using them for good.
☆ ┈ Does it work? Considering his methods, I doubt it.
☆ ┈ His attitude towards you is balanced between passive aggression and interest. You genuinely annoy him, but at the same time, you attracts him.
☆ ┈ Flirts, but with mockery. Maybe he'll put his hand on your waist somewhere on purpose, or run over other places that embarrass you, and disappear before you give him a deserved hit.
☆ ┈ Casino employees and his other henchmen have nothing against you, on the contrary, you can say they like you, but in the wrong way.
☆ ┈ They're just amused by the way their boss is so focused on you, and you generally fight back easily.
☆ ┈ However, if Devil sees or hears any of them discussing this, they will fall silent for a long time..
☆ ┈ It's a little creepy because you have to deal with him almost every day. You won't see Devil if he has something really important to do.
☆ ┈ Maybe he'll lose interest. You hope so, because you are tired of seeing him after a couple of steps as soon as you leave the house.
— "Doing useless charity work instead of really important things again? I'm surprised you lived to see your day with that attitude."
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🌤️ — Devil from the show is so silly compared to the game, ahhhh
🌤️ — here's a mix of both versions, btw. hope you like it, have a good day!! ❤️🔥
A Dance With The Devil | The Devil x Reader (Shortened Version)
《A shortened version/blurb of a fanfic I posted which I’m writing into a longer fic》
You are a spy and you decide to help your little brother, Cuphead, with getting the Devil off his back; befriending the demon to find his invisible sweater. The Devil has his own plans with you and also befriends you for his own ulterior motive; both of you completely unaware of the very real feelings you two eventually gain for each other.
✎Self Indulgent
✎Fluffy
✎Reader is Gender-Neutral
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You hum a tune to yourself as you sit on the boat making its way towards Inkwell Isle. Maybe you’re reading a book? Or staring off into space? Perhaps you’re playing an instrument, or you might be writing in a journal? It doesn’t matter how you pass the time, you’re still able to admire the view of your childhood home and think to yourself about everything that’s been going on.
You are Y/n, and what your little brothers call, a spy. You work for an organization to help take down criminals and your role is usually to sneak into their base and impersonate a gang member so you can infiltrate them and take them down from the inside. You’ve been told by many of your co-workers and even some of the criminals you captured that you’re a master of disguise, even a rat would think you’re one of them even if you’re clearly not.
Because of your job, you usually have to travel the world and you can’t spend much time at home, so your boss has given you some time off work, usually two weeks every two months for you to visit your family.
Who’s your family? Why, Cuphead, Mugman, and Elder Kettle, of course! I won’t specify if you’re related to them or not, either way they’re still your family.
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Once you get home, you open the gate and walk into the front yard of your family’s home. Before you could make it to the front door, the door is kicked open and Cuphead and Mugman run towards you.
“Y/N!!!” Your two little brothers tackle you in a tight hug, a hug which you return.
“I missed you two lil dum dums!” You laugh with a smile.
“We missed you too!” Mugman says happily.
“Didja bring any gifts for us!?” Cuphead asks excitedly.
“Cuphead!” Elder Kettle scolds the cup with a glare before turning to you. “We’re glad you’re back, Y/n.” He smiles at you.
“I’m glad I’m back, too! I missed you guys so much!” You say as you let go of the hug with your brothers. “Now, who wants their gifts? They’re souvenirs from my last three missions!”
“Me! Me!” Cuphead and Mugman say excitedly in sync.
“Alright.” You chuckle, grabbing your bag of gifts. You take out a light blue cowboy hat with a light pink flower on it. “First is the same cowboy hat the corrupted sheriff wore when she stole from the bank, for Mugman.”
You hand Mugman the cowboy hat, which he takes and puts it on, striking a superhero pose. “Now I’m the sheriff!”
You then take out a tarot card deck. “Now this is a tarot card deck the cult leader we imprisoned carried at all times, for Elder Kettle.”
You hand Elder Kettle the tarot card deck, which he takes with a smile. “Ah, just what I wanted! Thank you, Y/n.”
You lastly take out a small orange megaphone that fits in the palm of your hand. “And finally, the megaphone the mob boss used to communicate with me and other giants, for Cuphead.”
You hand Cuphead the small megaphone, which he takes and shouts through it. “Ey, it works! Even though it’s so small!”
“Now, boys. What do we say to Y/n?” Elder Kettle asks them.
“Thank you Y/n for the wonderful gifts!” Cuphead and Mugman say in sync.
“Aw, you’re welcome!” You smile at them.
“Now, why don’t you come inside? Your room is ready for you.” Elder Kettle says as he begins walking towards the house.
“Alright!” You smile as you pick up your luggage, walking into the house with Cuphead and Mugman following you, asking about your adventures.
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The next day, you’re sitting in a chair in the living room, passing the time doing your own thing. Read a book, write, play an instrument, listen to the radio; whatever you want. Elder Kettle left to shop for groceries and other stuff he needs to get. You decided to stay to watch over your little brothers…speaking of which, they’re probably outside playing with Elder Kettle’s lucky tire again. As long as they don’t lose it or break it, you don’t care.
Speaking of the boys, you get up and lean over the window to check on them… Okay, they’re not outside and it’s way too quiet. They must’ve wandered off, again. You grab your bag you always carry with you and step outside. There’s a few spots you usually check first, which more often than not is where they’re at. First, the forest nearby the house.
“Cuphead, Mugman? Where are you?” You call out as you walk.
Silence…okay, maybe they’re playing hide and seek.
“Now isn’t the time for hide and seek; besides, you guys suck at hiding.” You say, taking a glance around the forest.
No response. Usually that gets a “you’re just good at finding us!” from Cuphead, but there’s nothing but silence. They’re probably not here, you assume. Next, time to check Porkrind’s. Maybe they’re wasting all their money again or annoying Porkrind.
You turn and start walking towards the shop, enjoying the peaceful silence of the forest. The bird’s chirping, the flora as beautiful as ever…
“GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID CUPS!!!” An unfamiliar voice shouts.
“RUUUUN!!!” You hear Cuphead’s voice, then him and Mugman yelling. You rush towards the commotion as fast as you can. Oh boy, what trouble did they get into now?
Thunk!
You bump into Cuphead and Mugman, who both fall on their butts from the impact. “Oww…”
“What’s going on?” You ask them, looking down at the two.
“Y/n!” Cuphead beams with a bright grin.
“Help us, the Devil’s chasing us!” Mugman pleads.
“The Devil?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.
Sure enough, the literal Devil comes running from the bushes, approaching the three of you with a look of pure anger. Your little brothers yelp and jump up, immediately hiding behind you. You move to a protective stance, keeping a brave face and shielding your brothers from the demon.
The Devil stops in his tracks right in front of you, taken aback by both you defending them and the fearless look on your face. “Move.” He demands.
“No.” You say firmly. You would’ve pulled out a weapon, but this is the literal Devil. Even you’re not confident enough to straight up attack him.
“Wha-” He gives you a look of genuine confusion and shock. “Why not? He owes me his soul and he won’t give it to me! He’s the one not playing fair!” He snaps, gesturing to Cuphead.
You turn and give him a look. “What did you do?”
“It was an accident!” He says.
“How were we supposed to know that carnival was a trap?” Mugman adds.
“If only we had that invisible, impenetrable sweater…” Cuphead mutters, looking down in thought.
“Ha! My demons and I have it in a secret, undisclosed location that you fools will never find!” Devil laughs with a cocky smirk.
“What happened while I was gone??” You ask, mostly rhetorically.
“A lot.”
“Who even are you?” Devil asks you. He thought he knew everyone who lived in that cottage, but apparently not.
“Y/n, and that’s my little brother’s soul you’re trying to steal.” You say, crossing your arms and giving him a sharp look.
“It’s not stealing if he’s the one who isn’t playing fair! He lost the game fair and square, his soul belongs to me now!” He snaps at you.
“You’re trying to take his soul way too early, he’s still a kid!” You snap back.
Devil takes a sharp breath, taking a moment to calm himself down. It wouldn’t do him any good in getting angry…hang on, a thought just came to mind. You’re not at all scared of him, which piques his interest, and you’re close with Cuphead…perhaps he could try to befriend you to get to Cuphead, and find out more about this interesting mortal who’s brave enough to snap at him.
“You know what…how about we talk about this like adults over tea- or coffee or whatever you want, I don’t care.” Devil asks you, giving you a very obviously fake smile.
You and your brothers’ all have one single thought; “...what-?”
“You heard me. You’re…a very interesting mortal, and I’d like to get to know you. What do you say?” He asks you, putting on a charming grin to persuade you.
You…are speechless. The Devil wants to get to know you, of all people? Wow, you are so…not fooled by his act. I mean, come on. It’s so obvious he’s trying to manipulate you…although, he did say something about having some invisible sweater that would keep Cuphead safe, so what if you beat the Devil at his own game and get close to him to find that sweater.
You give him a casual grin. “Sure, why not? Sounds nice.” You say.
“Wait, seriously-?” His grin falters for a moment before he puts his charming facade back on. “I-I mean, perfect! Where shall we go…Y/n?”
“Well, there’s this cafe I really like going to; we should stop by. Chat for a while.” You reply. Your brothers give you the most confused looks, completely baffled you’re “fooled” by his charms.
“Perfect! I’ll meet you there, just tell me the name.” Devil says, hiding his giddiness over his plan actually working.
You tell him the name of the cafe and where it is in town and he nods in response. “Perfect…I’ll meet you there, Y/n!” He says, already acting all buddy-buddy with you, before hitting the bottom of his pitchfork on the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Cuphead and Mugman step out from behind you and give you a weird look. “Seriously!? You’re a master spy, but you’re that easily fooled by him!?” Cuphead asks, still baffled by what he just witnessed.
“Relax, Cups. I knew what he was trying to do. I have a plan of my own.” You shrug.
“Oh-”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Now,” You kneel down to their height. “What can you tell me about that invisible sweater you mentioned?”
“Oh, that! Mugsy made it for me! It worked for a while.”
“Before the Devil got a hold of it. Now we don’t know where it is.”
“How does it work?” You ask.
“It electrocutes him!”
“But it’s very hard to find if you don’t know where to look. Ya can’t see it, after all.”
“Hmm, interesting…” You hum in response and stand up straight, thinking deeply to yourself. This might be the most difficult mission of yours yet, but you’re determined to help your little brother.
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Here’s the longer fanfic if you want to check it out:
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You work as a spy and one day while you're visiting your family; Cuphead, Mugman, and Elder Kettle (regardless if your sona is related to th
Warnings: Religious themes, sacrilegious themes, Reader is in a cult of sorts,mentions of devil and God, brief mentions of sacrifices and criminals
The reader worships the devil.This work is not a reflection of my views and is meant purely for entertainment.
You tried. You really did. Growing up you gave many chances to God. You tried believing but couldn't bring yourself too. It was not a matter of ' why would evil still prevail if he existed?' or anything of that sort. It was a matter of believing and worshipping someone you aren't even sure exists.
You believed everyone deserved a chance. You gave God one. It didn't work out. So when a blonde guy clad in the outfit of a priest came upto you , you didn't give it much thought. He gave off the aura of a terrible person. You could tell that much from first glance. He was suspicious. Why would he come upto you of all people on a peaceful day while staring out the bridge? You knew he seemed to be bad news. But you didn't care.
He urged you to give the devil a chance, so you did. You went to his preaching sessions consisting of more people than you expected in a small wore down old Church.The place was in absolute shambles but the people attending didn't seem to mind. They listened to him with such attention that it was surprising.You have seen kids and adults alike fall asleep during the Sundays you went to church when you yourself were a kid. But here they didn't.
At a point you realised that although they worshipped the devil , in their minds they truly worshipped Abaddon , the priest like figure more or less.They saw him as salvation. They saw him as freedom. They saw him as their God. You never understood them. He was quite insane in your opinion. But so were you.
After a couple months, slowly but surely you got to know him better. You came to the realisation that the devil was his escape from this cruel world. The devil promised a world of dreams, hopes and desires. He did not discriminate, for all who believed in him would surely be granted the sweet fruit of temptation.
You've reached a conclusion after about a year that the devil does not reside in a place underground called Hell. For he existed right next to you. To you , the devil was Abaddon. To the people he was their God.
You were sure that he was the devil. No man could look so angelic but be this diabolical in nature except him. He offered sacrifices to the devil. But those who were sacrificed were those referred by others as abusers and criminals.He slaughtered them with a face that was filled with pity. He did not put them down or on a pedestal during their deaths. He simply prayed for salvation. For them. For the people. For you.For him.
At a point you even started liking Abaddon.You started attending all the prayer sessions regularly. You started paying attention to his preachings. You started looking forward to them. You started worshipping the devil. You started worshipping him.
You were sure that Abaddon was the devil. For no man could have such striking scarlet eyes filled with temptation yet be devoid of emotions like his. For no man could be the devil except him.
Summary: Headcanons for The Devil, but also the Cup/Mug brothers making him look like a fool
He’s so obsessive (which I probably said before)
He loves looking at you and he holds his chin in his hand and stares at you
Whenever your away, he watches you through a mirror like portal/crystal ball
He wants to impress you by catching the Cups
You were there when they tricked him and he was so embarrassed he swore he’d catch them both and prove to you he’s not a loser (even though you never thought that)
“Look! Y/n I caught them!”
^ “Um… They’re gone”
He looks at the Cage and is shocked to see that the cup brothers are gone
He blushes a dark red, before throwing the cage and going back to his throne room, not saying anything to you. You watch confused but shrugging it off
Each time they get away, you get there just as he loses them
“Y/n! Hurry! I’ve finally got them!!”
At this point, he’s just tired of them making a fool infront of you
When he does finally catch them he’s so excited, he’s practically jumping
He gets you immediately and you’re surprised
“Oh! They are real!” You were surprised, not thinking them to be real. “Oh, dear, you’re not going to keep him in there are you?”
He’s confused because he’s always wanted you to see him catch the brothers that have been making a fool out of him, but now you’re on his side???
He’s angry and ignores you
Gives you the silent treatment
Though, it doesn’t last long because he can’t stay mad at you for long
Though he can be a little passive aggressive
But you just brushed him off
His henchmen like you, much to his annoyance, so when he’s mad you, his henchman just take your attention and hang out with you. Which, only upsets the Devil even further and he just gets huffier, but he’s mad you’re not hanging with him, but he also is mad and wants to ignore you, but because he’s ignoring you he’s not able to be around you because that would mean you win. (God that’s a mouth full lol)
He wants you to apologize to him and practically forces one out of you
Once you do apologize though, he’s stuck to you like a leech and doesn’t wanna leave your side
[Smut, blasphemy, inspired by hellfire, Nb!reader]
You've been finding different wrapped gifts addressed to you throughout the day, explicit portraits of a certain devil who is waiting for you to finally make your way home, and unwrapp the main present on your bed.
Or
A love letter to Mizora.
You feel her, you see her.
Her lips on you, her tongue in you. Her claws dragging down your back, feeling her breath against your neck. Her hands exploring all you have to offer and then demanding more as she digs deeper into your soul, swirls her fingers against your essence, and what makes you whole.
Memories of her touch flashing through your mind as you tighten your jacket around you. The cold air carrying the falling snowflakes down, gently setting the on top of your head as you made your way through the snow-covered grounds.
Reminiscing about her warm touch.
How she always looked so mesmerising, never failed to steal your breath away. Her skin glowing a soft amber of a blue flame as she got closer to her release. Sweat glistening on top of her bare body as if they were pearls adorning her and sparkling against the candles' flames.
How no painting or portrait could do her justice. To capture her beauty in a still frame of time was akin to the impossible.
Gifts of several portraits in different shapes and sizes were addressed to you, each on wrapped with a crimson red bow and a gold trim.
The first had a frame so golden it matched the melting candles depicted on the canvas, much like her equally golden jewellery still adorning her head.
Making your eyes trail down her long fine horns until the necklace on her half exposed chest demands your attention, making your eyes follow the line down her stomach until her dress stops revealing her skin to you, until a golden belt hugs her hips.
It's the same dress you've always seen her in, the same jewellery she always had on. Nothing was different, and yet everything felt different. The way she presented herself to you, sitting on those pillows below with her thighs pressed together, gave you a peak through the picture.
Her finger pressed against her lips in a satire of coyness. She knew exactly her effect on you, and she lived for the thrill of pushing your buttons.
Of making you suffer her mockery of innocence.
You taste her, you hear her.
The delicious nectar going down your throat as she grinded against your mouth, the taste of her lips against yours as she made you swallow your own release. Tasting the evidence of your pleasure from her mouth.
Swallowing down your dry throat, you keep the lower part of your face warmed and covered by your scarf as the wind intensifies. The night sky dimming in light as grey clouds gather to veil the stars. You catch a glimpse of the full moon before she too is out of view.
Memories of her moans echo at the back of your mind, her groans, her words for more. An infernal language with a tongue you couldn't speak, a primal raw language that existed long before much of this world did. Spoken right on your bed, through a devil.
The second picture had a wine red frame carved from rubies, weighting heavy on your hands. Mizora was facing away from the painting, instead her proud wings were fully spread and on display, various jewelry and silk ribbons dangled from their sharp ends.
Her tail was curled in the air, playfully wrapping and around one of the trinkets attached to her wings. Lifted up to give you a full view of her backside and exposed thighs, a silk pair of panties covering the tiniest bit of skin possible.
The lovely shape of her ass, the way she shamelessly must have stayed in that position for hours until the painting was done, the fact it was meant for your eyes only. Your reward for being such a good little mortal for her.
You imagined being there, imagined her tail trailing down and wrapping around the string of her underwear. Lifting the flimsy piece of fabric easily or even tearing it apart.
Her invitation for you to come closer, take a bite.
Its colour matched the shade of her eyes.
Like fire.
Hellfire.
You smell her.
Her perfume, smokey with a hint of cherries. It spoke of her, a smell so signature to Mizora that you could never replicate it with anything on the mortal surface. The kind of perfume that lingers on your bed days after she's gone, the kind that fills you with need and want.
Igniting the flame of desire inside you. Lust clouding your brain and glazing over your eyes, all common sense discarded at the door.
This burning desire, turning you to sin.
You're almost home, you could see the candle lights glowing through the windows of your house. Someone else is already inside.
A couple more steps through this cold night until you can discard your thick clothes, until you can fall back into her embrace. Another taste of the forbidden apple of her throat.
The third was framed in white, pure and delicate, untainted white with a lacey finish. The portrait painted her from a ceiling's view as she laid there on the soft lush bed, clad in soft angelic lingerie.
Transparent lace tights hugged her thighs until they disappeared under the frilly skirt with fur lining the bottom. A skirt so short that the simplest breeze could send it flying away.
A loose airy satin top barely covered her breasts, the white beautifully matching the blues of her skin, the redness of her hair. The deep dark black abyss of her eyes with two blazing firey circles in the middle.
For a moment, if you could overlook the horns and flesh wings, you might have thought she was the closest to an angel you've ever seen.
Withholding all the sin from this world from you, making you kneel in front of her alter for the chance for redemption.
It's the devil who set this flame
Stepping through the door, you're greeted by a trail of red and white petals leading back into your bedroom. Her perfume is in the air.
And just like Eve before you, snakes of temptation curl around your throat.
Leading you to that door where you knew she awaited you on your bed, inside your home, the devil made herself known.
Singing a song, of your lust and love to all of Faerun.
