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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warnings; religious trauma/themes, mentions of "God", mentions of blood, mentions of cutting your hand, summoning the devil
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When you offered your blood to the darkness, it was the Devil who responded to you in a kind, luring voice. You saw the dark wither away from his hands as they unfurled, long fingers and black claws beckoning you away from the dim light; the flickering candles you surrounded yourself with on the kitchen floor. The rest of him masqueraded as part of the darkness, as he had been there all along listening to your tearful pleas for something more: a better life and a love worth having.
He had watched you cry as you cut the inside of your hands with a knife and pressed the fresh wounds down onto the laminate, smearing blood into circles and lines and shapes indecipherable by mortal minds. He had relished the thickened air stinking of copper, the mouth-watering tang of your blood, and the brininess of your tears.
You spelled out words and symbols that you didn't understand, yet were told to follow to reach him; to call him to you from where he had been waiting all this time. As you summoned him, you cried about how you had tried hard all your life, only to receive nothing but hardship and disappointment. You told him of all your heartbreaks in life: the boy who had been dared to ask you out in sixth grade, the boyfriends who hadn't wanted you at all, the fiancé and best friend who had eloped, leaving you mortified and alone in white.
When you spoke about being abandoned by God, he thrust his body out of the shadows and knelt on the kitchen floor before you. He was terrible; he was beautiful, you wanted him to love you, and you were repulsed by his existence—these thoughts haunted you simultaneously and formed a knot in your throat that you couldn't speak around.
You whimpered miserably when he touched you, gently stroking your face to wipe away the tears stiffening against your skin. In fear, you wondered if he would gore your eyes with his long nails, but he answered your call for softness and lightly caressed your flesh.
"Yes, it is true you have been left behind. I have seen everything. I know everything. I know what awaits you in the future. God has abandoned you; he has not chosen you as one of the lambs he will feed to the wolves. That's why I am here now, because you needed me and I was the one who answered. I've waited a long time for you to be ready."
"I am terrified of you," you said, speaking the truth. "I have been told that you're evil."
"There is far greater evil that already exists where I am uninvolved. I am personal evil, not the destroyer of worlds. Humanity will do far worse in its pursuit of justice than to correct its evils."
"I do not understand," you said.
You saw his horrible, gorgeous face change with uplifting emotion. "Don't worry, you will."
Then, you asked, "Where will we go?"
The Devil leaned into you and kissed your lips fondly, almost familiarly. He kissed you as though he had loved you all this time. "Come into me. We will leave this place. We will go home."
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!! ❤️🔥
hihi!!! i love your work so dearly... mayhaps could i ask for more devilish hairdresser angel x devil x reader? it can be literally anything i need more crumbs pretty please 🥺👉👈
Omg devilish hairdresser fans??? :0 Of course!! i'd love to write more about angel and devil :D
I'll format my thoughts as headcanons (apologies if there are any repeat hcs):
Angel leaves glitter everywhere instead of feathers. At this point, all of your and Devil's clothes are covered in it
Angel is a Dork Diaries kind of gal, Devil is a long-time fan of Diary of a Wimpy Kid
The three of you have established a mini book club of sorts. Angel usually presents very wholesome books (ie the very hungry caterpillar, the little prince, classic fairytales) while Devil has made it her mission to traumatize the two of you with her personal collection (ie i have no mouth and i must scream, american psycho, it)
Devil is an absolute beast at Just Dance. You and Angel don't stand a chance against her
Angel once cosplayed Sailor Moon while you and Devil pretended to be the bad guys
Devil loves clothes and accessories with spikes on them. Rummaging through her drawer feels like getting stung by thorns
Angel tests all of her work-in-progress outfits and hairstyles on you. Devil used to be her model as well but she lost that title after she accidentally spilled ketchup all over her dress
Angel is My Melody. Devil is Kuromi. No, i will not elaborate
You have the honour of sleeping while sandwiched between the two of them
Devil used to play Yandere Simulator religiously. Angel was misled by the cutesy anime artstyle and got invested - only to screech in fear when Devil murdered a student in cold blood. It took all of your willpower not to spoil her on all the blood and guts that take place in the game
Devil collects dead bugs, much to Angel's dismay. You'd be fine with it if she limited herself to butterflies and ladybugs, but Devil is a little too interested in collecting dead cockroaches and worms
Amusement park dates. Bubble tea dates. Picnic dates.
Devil tried to grow weed. It did not go well (you and Angel condemned her to the teddy bear dungeon for a week)
That's all i have ^^ thank you for your ask anon :D
A Dance With The Devil | The Devil x Reader (Shortened Version)
Summary: 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
Warnings/Tags: Romantic, Fluffy, Reader is Gender-Neutral
Notes: A shortened version/blurb of a fanfic I posted which I'm writing into a longer fic :3
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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.
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.
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.
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.
