#devil*cuphead*x reader

[fennecfics]

Cuphead Show! King Dice & Devil x Reader preferences (romantic):

Heyyyy I’m gonna be posting more x Reader stuff here. Also some words are censored because Tumblr is a meanie and won’t let me swear in my fanfiction-

The gender for (Y/n) is vague, but it does have menstrual cycle preferences mixed in, along with some talk about these two respecting pronouns and that jazz so, yeah.

Hope it’s a fun read, I might post more of these guys.

Being in a (romantic) relationship with The Devil would include:

• It’s actually hard for him to fall in love or even trust others, so it’ll take a while for him to say “I love you”.

• Though the first time he’ll ever say “I love you” (most likely after a few months of you two dating) it is immediately followed by a scrunch of the face and him going. “That was… strange..” 

• He forces you to live in Hell with him, and only lets you visit Earth on special occasions. Family stuff, friends, but other than that YOU’RE STAYING!!

• He’s so dramatic whenever he has to cut his nails. He’ll run away from you, or hide. Once, while trying to find him to cut his nails, you found him on the ceiling.

• Despite hating his nails being cut, he will literally beg you to paint his nails. He won't just do one color though, he likes to change it up a bit. Sometimes he'll ask for grey, gold, red, but he loves the black nail polish!

• Whenever he has to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do, he tries to argue that he’s the devil and because of that, you can’t tell him what to do.

• One of his favorite activities is burning bibles, so...you have to deal with being woken up to the smell of smoke at 3AM.

• He's still not fond with current technology, but he does seem to enjoy Netflix.

• Devil giving you weird pet names: Darlin', succub!tch, shmoopie, baby-cakes, cow-pie, and tortoise-pigeon (Being the main nickname).

• If you ever need to practice your makeup on someone, Devil won't mind. He likes how it makes him look.

• Surprisingly enough, this guy brushes his teeth regularly. He got them pearly whites. That, and he doesn't want to loose his sharp teeth, they're his favorite, apparently they make him look intimidating.

• Devil is a man of art, very therapeutic for him. He loves to paint, sometimes he’ll want you to pose for him. And he's actually quite quick when it comes to painting.

• Both you and Henchmen helping him whenever he basically gets electrocuted by the sweater. The two of you are practically the only people he trusts, with Dice being the third.

• He doesn't care what gender you are, or if you're trans. If you're still you, and if you're not lying about anything, he won't care. Along with that he also doesn’t KNOW anything about that stuff, so you probably gotta help if you want him to understand.

• Even though he's the devil, he would never want you to feel bad about yourself. He loves you unconditionally, he would kill anyone who makes you feel that way, steal their soul, eat it, then spit it back out ‘cause it’s clearly rotten!

• If you go through the menstrual cycle and are having bad cramps, he gets very…awkward. He’s not very affectionate with others so he has no idea how to comfort people. He’ll most likely just have some of his little demons looking after you for a few days.

• He tries to use correct pronouns, he mostly slips up though, and he won't realize. You just have to be there to correct him for him to actually notice.

Random example:

(He's showing you to someone)

"Yeah, she's really adorable, isn't she?"

"It's 'they'.”

"...AHHH!" *frustrated demon noises*

• He’s not frustrated at you or the fact you use different pronouns, he’s frustrated at himself for not doing it right. So don’t worry.

Being in a relationship with King Dice would include:

• Probably says “I love you” way too fast, and by that I mean on the first date. 

• If you wear makeup he’ll experiment with it whenever you’re asleep. (The masculine urge to wear your partner’s makeup)

• One of his favorite parts of your body happens to be your hands. He loves how perfectly they fit into his. Sometimes he’ll preform a type of show using his hand and your hand as the actors.

• If you go sit in the audience him during Roll The Dice. He'll immediately see you in the crowd and blush for the rest of the show.

• When he knows you're in the audience, he'll say this while announcing to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen! ..and (Y/n).." (he'll whisper your name under his breath, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.)

• King Dice ALSO giving you some (semi)weird pet names: Darling, fuzzy dice, you adorable gambler, my wild card, little poker, and pumpkin.

• The personification of drama. 

• Has a lot of gossip and info on the other famous people of Inkwell. Will tell you this gossip. You will listen. You have no choice-

• This man may seem like he knows how to do shit on his own, but he actually needs help with most things. Such as you having to help with this man's bow-tie every morning, because he just cannot figure it out for the life of him.

• Perfectionist, such a damn perfectionist. He won't go on with his day without him looking perfectly chipper, and he also spends hours in the shower. Really making sure to run up those water bills.

• A little sensitive about his age. If you ask him about it, he’ll say "that's not important" which is an oddly a creepy answer-

• If you wake up early, you'll find Dice in the bathroom just looking at himself in the mirror with a blank stare. If you actually enter the bathroom, he'll be so terrified that he jumps INTO the shower and closes the curtain to hide himself.

• He's mostly insecure about his pips, or dots. He knows he's getting old, because his color is fading. So...he buys lipstick to cover the faded coloring. But you smudged it once while he was kissing you, and he reacted like he was dying.

• He fiddles with his mustache when he's nervous and yet hates if tell him it makes him look like a villain.

• Much like his boss, if you go through the menstrual cycle he gets ungracefully awkward. But he tries to be very casual about it, despite his awkwardness being obvious as hell.

• “Oh, it’s that week?” Silent for a second. “Do you need me to get you anything or ..no?”

• Will buy you everything you need. And since stuff like tampons were fairly new in the 1930s and therefore most likely a tad expensive, thankfully he does have the money for it.

• If reminded, will carry some on him for you. If reminded that is, I’m putting emphasis on “IF REMINDED” for a f—king reason! Guy’s on autopilot all day, he’s famous but also has pretty much everything done for him, and so he doesn’t have to think about much.

• If not reminded he will completely forget and therefore freak the hell out if asked if for some.

• Like The Devil, he has no idea what being Non-binary means, or Bisexual, or anything related to that. I’m not saying he’s straight….He’s not, he just doesn’t know there are words for stuff like that other than ‘homosexual’ and a few other words I can’t mention-

• So, he'll mess up a few times when trying to use the correct pronouns, except he'll correct himself very VERY quickly. 

• "He- THEY.. are my partner. I said they, of course I did. I would never say anything other than they.” Silence for a few seconds before then saying in a much more serious tone: “I said they.”

• He cares. He’s just stupid/j

[unholy-screeching9]

Don’t you worry, I’m still here! Life has just sort of… well, caught up to me again. I’ve missed you all! And believe it or not I AM coming up with some new writings for you to read. But right now, I’ve got COLLEGE essays (and exams!) to worry about.

See you soon! 💋

*passes out*

[lmky-n]

"birds don't dance" ("cats don't dance")

y/n and Barnaby as Danny and Sawyer

mugman, Blitzie, fantoccio, Mel (@fantoccios-husband), lilith (my oc for cuphead show) and Devil as Danny as Sawyer's friends

and cozy glow as Darla Dimple

y/n's design and Blitzie belongs to @blitziegamez123

[vibeswithdior]

Cuphead Devil general hcs

⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️🔱⚜️

Fave pets names: sweetheart, candyheart, sweets, love, dove, Amour, amica mea, dolce, my sweet, Dulcis mea, my candy, cherry pie, sweetcheeks.my Juliet, Cara mia

He adores cuddle

He would run up to s/o and cuddle them so hard to prevent them from moving

If s/o escapes and tells him they are busy expect him to be cranky

He adores to stay up late with his s/o

If he is jealous he won’t admit it but he will loom over s/o

He would read old timey love stories to learn new ideas of how to show his appreciation and affection towards s/o

Fave candy: black licorice, gushers, sour skittles, dark chocolate, peach ring, haribo happy cherries,

Favorite alcoholic drinks: margaritas, bourbon, dry martini, whiskey, whisky sour

He would spoil his s/o with anything they desire

Fave non alcoholic drink: calypso lemonade, berry Fanta, apple Fanta, Welch’s watermelon, strawberry lemonade Sunkist

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Can I please request the Devil from Cuphead with a Lilith s/o? Where they were an early version of Eve that knew Devil before his fall and also fell with him. They too went through a transformation, one that made them insecure as Devil is with his own transformation.

A/N: This was an interesting request! The story of Lilith has always fascinated me. Not to mention that, like the Devil, the numerous pieces of art that were inspired by her tale are absolutely gorgeous! If you haven’t seen it, I’d recommend giving John Collier’s Lilith a look-see!!

I believe I accidentally misread some of the initial request, so the reader falls/transforms before the Devil does. This batch is a little bit heftier than my usual work, so if you’re unhappy with the results, feel free to shoot me a dm so I can make any adjustments where needed!!

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The Devil with Lilith!S/O:

The Devil’s earliest memories of you traced back to when you were nothing more than a whispered name. Long ago, when he still held a place in his father’s heart, the Devil had watched your conception. 

Even now, the Devil could recall his father’s mumbling under his breath,  enraptured in a conversation of one. The few times the Devil (well, he was Lucifer back then) passed by his office, he could faintly make out his father’s muffled muttering through the door. Most of which were near unintelligible. Save for two names: Adam and Lilith.

After his older brothers’ incessant pestering, the Devil snuck into his father’s office. Crumpled paper balls, broken sticks of charcoal, and empty ink wells littered the floor; the Holy One’s once pristine office left neglected in its master’s fitful working.  

A few steps in, his foot suddenly slid forward. Paper ripped beneath his dress shoe with a loud shriek, startling the angel. Cursing, he lifted his foot up. Beneath him laid two torn halves of a sketch page. A man– broad, curly-haired, and with eyes like a dairy cow– stared up at him; the imprint of the Devil’s shoe marring his otherwise perfect face. 

On the other half was another figure. Sharp, piercing eyes and long hair that flowed  like a waterfall. Ah, so you must be Lilith. It was fascination at first sight. Gingerly, he had picked up the half that housed your striking visage. Without another word, the Devil pocketed it. 

He didn’t know what possessed him to take it. Instinct? Possessiveness? Even now, long after he fell from Heaven, he’s unsure. All the Devil knew was that he wanted to stare and marvel at you for hours on end.

God found out about his son’s trespassing not long after the incident. However, he couldn’t find it within him to be angry towards his favorite son. Instead, he had nurtured the young man’s curiosity. Not that Lucifer ever retained any of his father’s impassioned ramblings. He was much more interested in you. 

“They are to be Adam’s wife,” his father explained, a smile present on his ancient face. A pang ripped through the Devil’s chest. Though he couldn’t quite place why.

By the time his father finally began to sculpt you and your husband to be, the Devil thought whatever torch he carried would fizzle out.  

It did not. 

From the moment you opened your eyes, he had been ensnared. Shyness shook his normally so confident core. And to think that all it took was a gentle tilt of your head and a wry smile. A mirthful glint shone in your eyes as the Devil fought to hide the blush steadily overtaking his face. 

The Devil avoided you like the plague after your birth. He threw himself into his work– hoping that having you out of sight would put an end to this nonsense. Little did he know that absence only made the heart grow fonder. 

He was forced to sit back and observe the object of his obsession from afar– lest he’d make a blithering fool of himself. You were different from most of his father’s pet projects. Disinterested. Both in the role you were given and your husband. 

You always seemed to stare off into the distance. Towards the horizon. Paying the lush paradise and your husband no mind. Hell, you’d even looked annoyed when the only other human around spoke to you. 

The Devil didn’t recognize it then, but you, too, hungered for more; more than what you have, for beyond the garden grounds. Most of all, neither of you wished to be subservient to anyone. 

No matter how much he had tried, you never were able to bond or love Adam like God wanted to. What started out as courteous neutrality steadily gave way into contempt. Resentment bubbled beneath your stony exterior like magma within the earth. You were a ticking time bomb rigged to explode, and the Devil watched on with bated breath.

One day, you snapped. Neither you or the Devil could remember what started the argument. Only that it was enough for you to lash out and claw at your husband’s cheek– your eyes wide and teeth bared like a feral hellcat. Adam was quick to crumple to the ground, hissing in pain. You darted off into the underbrush, the rustles of disturbed foliage and the snaps of breaking twigs following in your wake.

By the time God had found out of your transgressions, you were long gone. No one could find where you ran off to. And though the Devil and his brothers were told to leave the incident behind, one look at his father’s face was enough to say it all: the deity was absolutely livid.

Hours turn into days, days into weeks. Time becomes a blur. Adam gains a new wife, and all is well in the garden once more. The bond between father and son weakens with each passing day; all the while your feral visage burned itself into the Devil’s mind. 

Then that fateful rebellion happened. A sword– burning like the rage within his former brother’s eyes– is pressed to the Devil’s neck; a clear victor had been declared. 

Shortly after, he fell. Screaming and burning until he was only a vague resemblance of his former self.

Life after falling wasn’t easy. He was alone, stripped of any power or influence,  and the phantom pains had haunted him constantly. His wings were broken and useless, forcing him to wander the hellscape by foot, and his appearance— oh, how he had changed. 

Truly, the Devil had hit rock bottom. 

And then, you came back into his life. 

In the centuries– eons– of his existence,  the Devil finds himself at a loss of words around you. You’d regarded him with a level of distrust at first– especially since he had accidentally let it slip that he’s known of your existence before you rebelled. 

It also didn’t help that, in spite of the fall scarring you– having charred the flesh of your arms and legs to a blackened and cracked state; feathers, dark and oil-slick like a raven, grew in uneven patches around your eyes, arms and thighs; and legs twisted and bent until they resembled the hind legs of a goat, complete with hooves – he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. 

It takes a long time for you to trust him. Especially since the last thing you had wanted was to bow down to Heaven’s disgraced golden child.  The two of you shared an acquaintanceship for a while– your interactions kept brief. However, you couldn’t deny that you were a little curious about the man. 

Soon enough, a working business relationship blooms between the two of you. The Devil comes to you in search of information– be it the whereabouts of potential contracts or certain souls on his list. In return, you gain a favor from the soon-to-be King of Hell; you saw how quickly he’s amassing power, you’d be a fool to pass up having someone as influential as him underneath your thumb. 

Not to mention that you may or may not have begun to enjoy spending time with him. What was once small shared rants on how much Heaven sucked ended up developing into something more. 

Once the Devil finally establishes his casino in Inkwell Hell, you find yourself treated as a guest of honor. You’ll be treated better than royalty within velvet-lined walls, an entourage of imps tending to your every whim, and drinks and food are given to you free of charge. Not to mention you have free reign to enter his office or balcony seat whenever you please. 

Acquaintanceship blossoms into an easy, flirtatious.. Whatever you two are. The Devil isn’t sure what to name the relationship he has with you at this point. You both share the same dry, sardonic sense of humor and are content to co-exist in comfortable silence – a part of him rather not muddy one of the few good things he has because he decided to think with his other head, so to speak. 

Then again, there are certain moments where he wonders..

You’d light the end of your thin cigarette against the plump tip of his cigar, eyes hooded and lips pursed as you hummed a low thanks; occasionally glancing at him from the corner of your eye. Chuckling to yourself every time he flushes and grumbles to himself. 

Every now and then you’ll indulge in drinks within his personal office. Occasionally you’d partake of his own cup, gently pressing your lips where his own rested not too long ago. Taking care to slowly lick at your lower lip each time you catch him staring. 

The way you’d pause whenever the larger demon would casually brush  a stray head feather back into place, gently dragging a claw against the vane in his own version of grooming. A shy flush overtaking your cheeks, turning away and covering your mouth as you grumble out to warn you next time.. 

How your gaze softens and body melts when either one of you recall the fall from grace; lamenting former glories and how your transformation left its scars, offering a saddened smile whenever he scoffs at the very idea that your were any less beautiful. 

For as long as both of you existed, for as much as both of you constantly blur the lines of platonic comradery and something the Devil dare not name in fear of getting his hopes up– the two of you are painfully oblivious.

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[yanderecuphead]

Got more on Yandere Devil?

SO much to say honestly!

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

[chaoticyumelikes]

20 days ago someone asked me for this but unfortunately Tumblr ate the ask so I don't remember the user 😔 but remembered the ask! So here goes:

The Devil x Gn! Angel Reader

Well, well, well, how WAS your fall?

Well he used to be an angel too before he was unceremoniously kicked out due to... Heh... History. So color him surprised when he sees an angel of all things in his domain.

He had to rescue you from getting bullied by the regular denizens of the Underworld where they wanted to clip away your fluffy feathered wings. With the rise of an eyebrow while he looked at you, judging you and asking you what are you doing in the Underworld. Have you fallen from grace? Took a wrong turn in the geological or morality compass? It matters not, your presence will be met with irritation, annoyance and if you happen to be a true angel inside as well as out, you will be straight up irksome to him. So naturally he will keep you as a pet.

He misses Heaven though he will never ever admit it. So guess what? You're not going back. Suffer as he has... Kinda. He cannot be overly cruel to you... If you play your cards right of course. But he will never let you go back. You landed on his turf so evidently you belong to him now. If you behave nicely he will give you some freedoms such as walking around his abode without escorts but do NOT stray from him, "Not every demon is as handsome and compassionate as me, dear." He swears he developed a sixth sense when you (accidentally or not) stray a bit much to his liking. He gets snappy with everyone till he reaches you and (gently) grabs your hand to move you next to his throne before he incinerates everyone. Heck, the demons learn this very quickly, so any meetings with their boss they will look for you and kindly ask you to join (you're an angel, so you won't refuse the shivering demons' request...)

On the off chance you are an angel that he used to know be prepared to be relentlessly mocked by him, and him alone.

Not many get to interact with you as they fear their lord's wrath and consequently his pitchfork. Henchman is the only obvious exception. He is far too devoted to his master and thus has the Devil's trust.

You thought you'd have to learn about the Devil by asking Henchman but to your surprise not only the Devil tells you of his life he sets up a whole theatre act around it. When you genuinely clap at his performances his grin could not have been bigger. Finally! Someone of culture!

You bet that after you applaud him you just sealed your fate. He will try to convert you to his ways. He wants you always by his side being his "Yes-angel". Of course, since you are your own person/angel fights are gonna happen when you disagree even the tiniest bit.

Be ready for his tantrums. His very fiery, very dramatic, 6-year-old-worthy tantrums. Fortunately, since you are an angel you have powers, so you can block his fire (Henchman and King Dice have used you as a shield more than once. Not just as a flame shield but they believe their boss grows a bit soft at your general presence and you are a literal angel, you'd protect them anyhow... Right?)

Out of curiosity, he will investigate the why of your fall. Was it a logistical error that you were sent to Hell and not Heaven? Or something else. Won't ever tell you if he finds out though. You'll never know he is investigating your past either. You will suspect it however when his teasing gets a bit more personal tho.

Has pet your wings more than once. His wings were fluffier and prettier than yours (his words) but he misses his wings sometimes (would never let anyone know). If you envelop him in your wings... He complains all the while getting comfortable and sighing. Will even feign a glare or two, but you can see totally he doesn't really mean it.

Do not EVER give the Old Scratch a ride from you. For one he can fly, another reason is... You'll have to give him rides EVERYWHERE. Should you refuse him... He will become so dramatically heartbroken which in turn plays your heartstrings to the sound of guilt and... Dammit it works.

Despite his constant complaining he enjoys your company a lot. He even starts seeing you as an equal. He even starts falling for you (after he mistakes it for allergies and keeps a distance from you but then he misses you and like a cat he will impose himself for you to give him all the attention).

You'll only ever believe he loves you when he protects you from his less loyal minions or lost souls unfortunate enough to even touch you. His wrath will know no bounds.

The Cuphead brothers once tried to "free" you by literally grabbing you and escaping the place. To the brothers' absolute surprise not only do you tell them you want to stay, the Devil himself gets vicious and unrelenting in getting you back he almost manages to get their souls. Fortunately, your immediate "surrender" and staying by his side manages to somewhat calm him. The brothers definitely make a mental note to never do that again EVER.

Do not expect this boss of demons to say he loves you. He has a reputation to uphold mind you. Nooo, you're the one that must take the initiative.... And after him teasing the sh*t out of you for even saying such a thing he will accept the relationship. Be prepared to be always in his arms in private. He has to be touching you almost constantly in some way, even if it is his tail wrapped around you. Will complain and mope around though (like a cat) if you say something about it.

Be ready to be covered in his fur as he is ready to have some of your feathers somewhere on him. Any witness that blurts out something about it it's immediately dealt with.

[thecluelessdoctor]

HA

Art

Ofc I drew my reversed au wtf did you expect/hj (please don't answer this ksbdjdbs)

They will break many traffic laws

queers

[sweetheartedbylust]

“ a crazy cup with a full heart “ cuphead x reader

Since y’all really seemed to like my other cuphead fluff I decided to make another ! , I hope y’all like it so the fluffy cuphead Stan’s .. please rise up again :) .

this is the casino cups AU/ver of cuphead btw!

Warnings // none

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You and cuphead were doing your usual duties around the casino . Serving tables , making drinks , giving each other little glances of adoration from across the room .

Cuphead strolled over to you from a group of patrons, “ hey y/n .. you look wonderful today “ he said with a smile . “ thanks Cup , also um did you know that your tie is missing ?” . “ wait what ..” he said as he looked down with a ‘oh shit’ type of look.

Everyone knew how the casino had a very strict dress code for the employees. As cuphead grabbed your hand and pulled you with him , “ hey! ..what the hell !” You said as it caught you by surprise.

“Shush doll .. your gonna help me find my tie “ he said as you focused on how warm his hand was .. maybe you were overthinking but he was so sweet and caring towards you . He kept looking back at you with a smile that made your heart flutter .

You both eventually got to The employee room where everyone kept there stuff . “ okay dollface .. let’s start lookin’ “ he said as you both started looking around as something caught your eye . You looked closer and it wasn’t his tie but however it was just as interesting.

It was a letter with red ink , and wrote on it was the most beautiful things ..about you . You picked it up and realized , this was cuphead’s hand writing. You sat there red as ever staring at it . “ y/n did you find it-oh”

He stood there looking right into your eyes as you stared right back , “ did..did you write this ?” You asked with a red, blushing face . “May-be “ he said as he looked nervous almost worried but his smile never faded

You stepped towards him and with a smile you came over ..

“ look I - oh..” was all he could say before you slammed your lips on his . As he grabbed your neck and deepened the kiss .

“ y/n..your so adorable ” he said with a laugh as you both stayed there , just with each other . You weren’t mad in the slightest . To you it was one of the most sweetest things he did .. he does have a way with words .

You both may have missed 30 minutes of time on the floor but who cares ? . You both had eachother anyway .. and to you and him that’s all that mattered .

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Thanks for reading ! :)

[randomeanonjustwatching]

if it’s okay if you can do a flirty Cuphead x gender fuild reader head cannons?

Why of course dear anon!

[Flirty] Cuphead x Reader

First time meeting he attempted to flirt with you but it didn't work so he ended up just being embarrassed for the rest of the night.

Cuphead's a sucker for physical touch, you cannot tell me otherwise. This means holding hands and other small touches are a big deal to him, so hopefully you're comfy with touching him.

Cuphead loves touching your hair, messing with a strand or patting you on the head.

He flirts, and if you flirt back, his entire teacupped head turns red.

I mean, he's used to giving other compliments and flirts, not recieving them.

If you sing, or hum, Cuphead is a sucker for that too, especially romantic songs. He might even sing for you too, even if he's not very good yet.

Mugs laughs at Cuphead, who is eyeing you from a distance when you can't see him in a crowd.

Easily Jealous. Easily. Jealous.

I mean, if another person tries to flirt with you, he's wrapping his arm around your waist and glaring this person down till they leave.

Cuddles.

Like I said, he loves physical touch, so hugs and snuggles are so very needed.

Definitely begs you not to go anywhere on Sundays or something. If you stay he'll attempt to make you food.

(That’s all i have currently! Thanks for the ask, i hope to see you again soon!)

[aimasup]

Idk if you’re still taking drawing requests, but can you do love confessions with King Dice and Y/N? (Can be funny, sappy, or angsty, whatever you wanna do-)

[starheart-blog]

Beyond The Paper au X Reader The Cat HeadCanons.

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You are one of the oldest Cartoon in the world and you are older then Mickey mouse and Oswald The Lucky Rabbit.

You are good friends with Felix The Cat and Blythe The Cat, they both see you as their oldest Sister/Oldest Brother/Oldest Sibling and you see both of them as your little siblings.

Cuphead and His Brother Mugman are fine with you, tho Cuphead can go overboard at times like when he calls you Grandma/Granddad/Grandparent at times..

You get a Annoyed at times because when Cuphead calls you that but you Ignore that sometimes and Mugman does his best to stop his brother from trying to Bother you, which you are happy about.

You and Bendy do Along Really well!

You are one of the few that he likes to talk with and you are the one that understands his Backstory...so he is happy that you are still around.

About Mickey mouse and Oswald The Lucky Rabbit, Mickey is ok with you and so is his brother Oswald.

You are kinda also ok with them but you know what they are hiding...The fact they had/have a Older Brother...

What you look like: you are a Grey cat with black Eyes, you have a fluffy long Tail, Fluffy Ears and Fluffy Body.

you tall, so tall that you are Taller then Felix and also big, you a Bigger then everyone in Beyond The Paper Group.

Your clothes that you Wear are like these clothes down below 👇:

You are very good Singer, Dancer, Actor/Actress and Good Talker.

You are normally calm and kind, so many toons are fans of you, and you are indeed Popular in the Beyond The Paper group and outside of the group.

But you don't let your Proud Self take control of you tho.

You do share the spotlight with everyone because you don't want any jealousy from another toons...

[unholy-screeching9]

Some mouth and hand ‘studies’ for the soul 💋

Totally not self indulgent at all stfu

[silkythewriter]

Headcanons about the reader who got hospitalized

Summary: reader got hospitalized by a freak accident, but many people come visit her <3

Small warning!: This is a devil x reader! So if your not into that I completely understand and you can scroll pass this!

Small note!: This was requested by an anon in my messages!<3

Fandom!: Cuphead/Cup bros

Daily song suggestion!:

The worry this man got when he heard you were in the hospital was almost deadly, and only dreadfulness was felt that moment-

He B lines it straight to the Inkwell Isle’s hospital he’s quicker then light at this very moment honestly people didn’t even notice him zoom by as he searched the hospital desperate to find you on the hospital bed as only the worse images came to mind

Once he did find you, oh boy tears where already forming, you weren’t hurt to bad, but still needed some rest in the hospital to get some wounds covered up and disinfected, but to this man it seemed as if you were on your deathbed, he was quick to run over to you and ask what happened and who he need to hurt- which honestly is a bit concerning but you’ll have to worry about that later (⇀v↼💦)

He was all over the place honestly, this man can barely handle a scratch on you so imagine seeing his precious on a hospital bed with some bandages on their arms and legs- he was holding you and cradling your head in his arm as he dramatically cried- you were honestly just humoring this experience because of how he was acting- one minute he’s crying over you and the next he’s swearing to the pits of hell he’ll damn whoever or whatever did this, yea maybe not the best moment for him🥲

Stays with you almost 24/7 with no expectations!….until the nurse screamed when she saw him looking down at you in your hospital bed, and honestly her shrieking almost made him tumble back, but he only looked at her as his eyes basically staring daggers into her, she was quick to gulp down another scream and just went stumbling her way out of the room while mouthing a small “sorry” that her frantic mind couldn’t even let her say that clearly

Needless to say he made sure you got the best treatment and room no matter what and always made sure to be at your call at any minute

He summoned his henchmen to stay with you while he cleared some things up with the front desk and made some forced arrangements to get you the more opened room then the supposedly cramped one that he just didn’t enjoy seeing you In but trust me he was fast with making them sense he didn’t wanna spend a minute without making sure your okay <3 but still business does call so whenever he’s out he’ll make sure to make his henchmen watch over you and take care of you while also giving many updates

Once he’s back in the room he’s quick to make his henchmen go out and buy some actually good pillows and some comfortable blankets some unlike the itchy one they gave you aswell as some favorite snacks of yours if it’s okay for you to eat them （＾ｖ＾）

When the cup brothers got the news of your hospitalization they only looked at each other with shocked expressions before thanking whoever told them and running of to you, they were a bit more slower then the devil though as they had to wait in the waiting room before cuphead got tired and bored of waiting and just grabbed his brother by the hand a sneaked his way pass the doors even with his brother quietly protesting his action but with no success in convincing him to go back

Once they found you cuphead almost slammed the door opened to check up on you only to see the Devil already standing there with a snarl as he eyed them, you most likely had the hold him back and calm him down before he had the chance to blow up at the two siblings ( 💧ಡ ︵ ಡ )

Mugman is most likely a bit shaken up after seeing the state your in he’s probably less worried then the devil as he knows you’ll be okay but still he’s never seen one of his closest friends get into a state like this so you can probably understand why he’s so shaken

On the other hand cuphead is just off asking questions like “what happened oh! Oh! Did you fight someone:0?!?” Yea… he’d probably be asking for some explanation or story to feed his curiosity he’s most definitely worried of course but hes a very curious cup so if you have the energy he’ll just sit at the end of the bed listening intently!

After realizing how much you actually have to stay for their quick to offer something to pass time like games and such! Which the devil just rolled his eyes at while trying shoo them off but with no avail much to his dismay

The two cups excused themselves as they went racing back home to collect a small box under their bed filled with bored games, cards, and much more things they’d think you’d enjoy! But while rushing into their room and collecting the needed stuff cuphead let it slip what happened to you when elder kettle asked why they were in such a rush, elder kettle only frowned before getting an idea and lighting up once again. “Well if your off to see her once again would you be able to deliver these freshly made cookies? I’m sure she’d enjoy something sweet in this quite bitter situation” he said before walking off and getting a small basket filled with various sweets which mugman and cuphead gladly accepted and thanked the old man for the sweets and swore to deliver them safely too you!

Mugman had to slap cuphead hand multiple times while he tried to sneak a treat for himself which he only groaned and begged his brother to let it slide but Mugman made sure they were actually delivered safely unlike his brother that tried devouring the delicious treats

Once they arrived at the hospital cuphead was quick to runoff with the box filled to the brim with activity’s while Mugman only sighed and ran after his brother while making sure not to swing the basket filled with sweets, once they both made it to your room they quickly opened the door and excitedly told you what they brought for you! Mugman was the first to place the basket onto your lap as he explained how elder kettle had made some and wanted to offer them to you, you could only smile at the old man’s generosity as the smell of baked goods filled the room. Cuphead went second as he placed the box onto a bear by seat and scooted it next to you to show the items inside, bored games and care games filled the little box aswell as tennis balls and other enjoyable things!

Cuphead most likely asked for some of the baked goods aswell while Mugman scolded him about asking nicely and saying please, you could only giggle at the two before handing them some each and smiling while telling them you had enough to go around! Cuphead only stuck his tongue out to his brother while taking a sweet from your head as Mugman only rolled his eyes and punched the bridge of his nose and taking his sweet while thanking you with a small smile. Cuphead was quick to munch away while making conversation with you while Mugman joined

After visiting hours were over they thanked you while smiling and saying how much they enjoyed their stay, they made sure to leave the box on the chair for you while saying they’ll be back tomorrow when they get the chance and maybe this time they could bring elder kettle!, you only giggled at their cuteness while waving good bye to the two young boys and focusing your attention to the very grump demon at the Conor of the time room who was mumbling to himself, you can probably take a guess at who it was and what was wrong, yup the devil was a bit jealous and annoyed at how they too up almost all of your attention the whole day! It was the worst sim his eyes honestly and he’s the damn devil so you know it pretty bad

Before bed he’d probably bring his chair closer to your hospital bed and lay his head down on your lap while making you Brush your fingers through his kinda of matted hair. Even if you were the one on the hospital bed he still felt like it was the worst day ever and just desperately needed your comfort in this situation

Even if visiting hours are over he’d make sure to scare the nurses and doctors into letting him stay the night, after all who would try and fight him? So the nurses just let him sense they did find it a reason to fight for either way. He’d make sure your comfortable and already asleep before nodding off and falling asleep himself

The next morning was a bit hectic at word got around about you in the small town and many people came over to say their condolences and try to offer various gifts and treats, the hospital waiting room was filled with people waiting to see you as you’ve made good friends with each one. The first to show was the cup brothers who came with elder kettle, he brought you a delicious breakfast for you to enjoy as he knew the hospital food wasn’t so enjoyable, he also brought some warm coffee to start of your day as the two cups played in the Conor of the room while cuphead annoyed the devil. Elder kettle only laughed before sitting down at the end of the bed and offering some stories of his past to entertain you as you ate!

Once done elder kettle bid goodbye to you and smiled when you thanked his kindness he only waved goodbye while leaving to fend for his Garden. The two boys stayed however as they brought out a bored game and asked if you wanted to play which you happily accepted!

The next to visit is Chalice who made a loud appearance while giggling and smiling as she runs over to you “I’ve heard around town that you got yourself in pickle” she said at she laughed at her own joke you could only laugh with her while striking up a conversation with her as she used her usual charm to cheer you up!. She also then walked off to the boys and dragged them out of the room while telling them to help her buy some ice cream and candy, cuphead was quick to join the idea as he would most likely ask for some himself while Mugman was more hesitant, but in the end they ended up running off to gather the sweets which did take awhile because someone not naming names cuphead Got lost and separated from the group so it took awhile to find him 🥲 but they did end up coming back with your favorite flavor of ice cream and your favorite bag of candy!

Once they arrived they quickly placed the bad next to you while excitedly watching you open it, you thanked them multiple times before offering some of the treats to them aswell which they happily accepted, and sat down while flipping on the tv to watch some shows and cartoons to pass the time! Once they were done the devil did scare them into leaving for a bit, which you scolded him about but he only apologized before offering to take you outside to get some dress air as an apology which you accepted while also telling him he still had to apologize to the group which he only grumbled at while helping you into your comfy wheelchair and putting a jacket on you due to the pretty windy weather

Once you guys exited the building many of the people waiting to see you in the waiting room followed also while asking questions and offering you little bags filled with need supplies or some gifts and flowers, you thanked them all as the small crowed slowly dissipated leaving only king dice there standing with almost a bush of flowers “heh- apologizes for the intrusion but boss asked me to get these tor you” he said as he looked over to his boss “ah yes yes took you long enough-“ a small pinch came to his hip and you raised a brow at him “I mean thank you, put it in the room” he said before looking down at you for your approval which you gave. King dice only nodded before walking off into the hospital and letting you continue your small stroll

Once you guys arrived back the devil summoned his henchman to help you while he went to take care of some stuff back in the underworld, he quickly kissed your forehead before eyeing the henchman and giving him a warning glare before disappearing out of sight into the underworld. After a few hours the cup brothers returned while noticing the absence of the heated devil. But they just continued and asked about your day! And how it was as well as telling about the adventures they had while gone

After almost spending the whole early and late afternoon together they had to set off back home before the night set in, so they bid you farewell while happily chatting to each other while walking off. The henchman only laughed before asking if you needed anything before the devil arrived, you only shook you head while thanking him, after a few seconds loud wind was heard as the devil appeared, his henchman was the first to say hello while you followed next “hello” he groaned before dismissing his henchman and making sure he disappeared before sighing dramatically and taking a seat while letting his head drop to your lap, sure he was jealous about how everyone took up almost all your attention but of course he wouldn’t say it out loud but I feel like you would have a good idea of why he was upset

You only smiled while brushing your fingers through his fur while drifting off to sleep, it sucker to be in a hospital but honestly if this much fun happened every day till you get discharged you had a good feeling it would be more bearable <3

[vibeswithdior]

Cuphead The devil headcanons about starting a family with him if your interested

A/n: Of course I will write abt this sorry for the late reply I was in in a very bad mental health state but i’m better now <3

Hcs:

At first he probably wanted to start a family eventually but suppressed the urge for millennia

at first i believe he would be startled

he eventually would calm down and start to smile

his pupils would start to form hearts <3

he would pamper his s/o so much

his s/o stares at something and smiles it’s theirs

he would be scared to touch his s/o because he is scared of hurt the baby/ies

he would be insanely protective of his s/o

he would buy all kinds of plushies for the baby

if he can’t attend his s/o in the moment he would send henchman to take care of his s/o

he would build the nursery himself

he would get you any food you’ll like

if his s/o works at the casino they can say bye to that

he won’t let his s/o even step one foot into there

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Are you still taking requests? If so, could I please request the Devil having a sorta flirtatious love hate relationship with fiddler. If you ever heard the Song, The Devil went down to Georgia, you’ll get it but the gist is, the Devil challenges the person to a fiddle competition and lost. But the fiddler offers for him to come on back and try again if he likes, quite rightfully proud of their musical skills even refusing a golden fiddle the Devil offered as a reward… supposedly

A/N: Oh anon your mind!

It took me a while to figure out how to tackle this prompt, and I had opted to make a short fic about it! I'm a little out of practice when it comes to writing something that isn't a set of bulletpoint hcs, so please don't be afraid to let me know what you think!

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Word Count: 2.3k

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Your daddy had always been a religious man, as were most of the folks in your small town. 

Many hot summer Sundays were spent getting up early to get ready for church. The priest, hair thinning and skin glistening with sweat, shouting his sermon; eyes ablaze like the fire and brimstone he preached. All you could remember from his impassioned screaming was just how crazed he looked– the hellish landscape he painted forever burned into your mind. 

While Pa was nothing like that dreadful priest, he took those words to heart. Always warning to be wary of temptation. For temptation was the Devil’s way of leading you astray. You’ve never truly put your mind into the whole Heaven and Hell business— heck, you stopped coming to church long before your twentieth birthday– but you knew that Pa would never do you wrong. 

“The Devil is a man you don’t wanna mess with,” Pa said one day.

You agreed to help him chop some wood after Sunday mass; you don’t remember exactly what led the two of you down this conversation, but you remember feeling Pa’s watchful gaze focused on you as you dozed off during another sermon. 

“He’ll come to ya in a chariot of fire, taller than any building you’ve seen, and try to take ya away. Using pretty words and empty promises, and by the time ya see through that honeyed haze, yir as good as dead.” 

He finished point with one final swing of his ax, the loud crack of splintering wood causing you to flinch. 

Pa’s face softened, mumbling a small “sorry punkin” as he softly clapped a calloused hand on your shoulder. 

The two of you stood over the work you’ve done. Silently basking in the afterglow of progress.

After a few moments, Pa spoke once more. 

“I’m serious, Punkin,” you felt his hand tighten on your shoulder. “Promise me that if you ever meet the Devil, you do the right thing.” 

And so, you promised your pa. Swore on his and Mama’s graves that you’d turn tail and run if you ever crossed paths with the prince of darkness. 

Of course, a part of you thought Pa was paranoid. That he was letting his fear of god cloud his reason. Cause there ain’t no way that the big bad Devil would ever wander down into the middle of nowhere, Georgia. A part of you wasn’t even sure if he existed. 

But you wouldn’t dare say this out loud. Instead, you meekly smiled and promised your pa. Anything to ease his worries. 

And you kept that promise. Life continued. You fell into a comfortable, if not a little monotonous routine. Get up, help with the farm, play your fiddle for the cattle— rinse and repeat. 

That is until one day, during a dry summer not even a week ago, you met the Devil. 

It happened so quickly. Unexpectedly. One minute, you reclined against a stump, having just finished your chores for the day, and decided to relax while playing your fiddle. The very next minute, you had felt the ground shake.

He emerged from the earth. 

The ground was torn asunder as the prongs of a golden trident scorched the terrain an ashen black; a great gaping maw yawned open. Pillars of flame shot forth into the sky, the cries of birds resounding in your skull as the smell of smoke and tobacco filled your nose. You coughed, head swimming as you reached to cover your nose, nearly dropping your violin to the ground as you braced yourself against the roaring flames. 

Through burning pillars, a clawed hand emerged. With a snap of their fingers, the portal instantly closed, the fiery pillars forced down into their earthly furnace; leaving behind a blackened scar against the grass, and a looming figure. 

And as you slowly lower your arm, fingers tightening their grasp on your bow and fiddle– clutching both to your chest, desperate to get an extra layer of protection against the stranger– a small, foolhardy part of your panic-addled brain couldn’t help but notice one thing:

The Devil was a lot shorter than you’d thought he’d be. 

༻︶𓏶︶༺

You didn’t even know what spurred you to accept the demon’s challenge– beat him against a fiddle-playing competition, and you’ll win a golden fiddle of your own. And if you lose, your soul is forfeit. 

Truth be told, it was quite a crap deal. The prize he offered you was a bit… gaudy. Heck, who were you kidding? The thing was tacky and ugly. The strings looked way too stiff, too harsh for your weathered old bow. It wouldn’t serve much for anything other than as an oversized chachki. 

However, the way the demon looked at you– or rather, how his hooded gaze looked towards his talons…

He looked bored. Was he so confident that he’d win? Did he think that little of you?

You were so miffed that you found yourself saying yes without a second thought. The minute you did, a deep, haughty laughter filled your ear, and a pit formed in your stomach. A devious smile formed on his lips, eyes upturned and alight with arrogance. 

The darned bastard had thought he had it in the bag… 

Well. You did make a promise. 

However— Pa wasn’t there. 

And you’d be darned if some stranger could think he could walk all over you. 

So you may or not have… tried a little too hard in your wager. Just a little! Well, you technically had to. Since you didn’t want to lose your soul. However, despite the circumstances, you enjoyed your little competition. Not to mention that the further you two went, the more you felt that warm, drunken feeling of satisfaction well up in your belly. 

Cause for a demon so darned confident in himself, he was only really decent at it. Well, scratch that– he was good, but you played your beloved instrument almost every day. 

And the difference in skill was apparent. Extremely so. 

The Devil had felt his fingers ache and knuckles burn from how hard he gripped onto his bow, lips pulled into a tight frown as he watched you practically dance circles around him. Your hands were a flurry of movement and a grin steadily overtook your face the longer you played. 

By the time you had finished, the demon had already given up. He huffed, hackles raised and steam emanating from his fingertips. The black flesh of his cheeks was aglow with a deep, rusted red as he grumbled under his breath. 

With little fanfare, he tossed the golden fiddle down at your feet. None too gentle as it nearly hit your feet, forcing a jump for you. He turned away from you, his tail whipping about erratically, and raised his trident. 

Wait, that was it? No goodbye, no afterword? Not even a cliched speech about how “he’ll be back”? Is he just going to give up? Darn, you had a lot of fun— the horrible threat of losing your soul aside. No one indulged in music with you, not to mention keep up with your speed. 

You bit your lip, and you looked back towards the demon. 

Oh, your pa would kill you for this. 

Just as a portal was torn open, flooding your nose with the scent of smoke and sulfur, you made up your mind. 

You grabbed his tail.

The limb felt strange in your grasp. It was thin yet dense with underlying muscle; like grabbing onto a cottonmouth. Not to mention it was hot. Overwhelmingly hot. Practically burning your hand. You watched as the pointed tip quickly wrapped itself around your wrist; coiling itself until you felt the blood circulation become cut off.

Nevertheless, you persisted. Biting through the pain with watery eyes as the Devil immediately stopped. He whipped his bed back to you, nose scrunched and face pinched into a sour frown. A low growl emerged from his throat, annoyance clear as day in his sickly yellow eyes.

You grinned.

“Now hold on, Mr. Devil,”  you start, casually placing your fiddle on your shoulder. “I gotta say, that was probably the most excitement I’ve had in this part of Georgia in years-”

“Get on with it.” 

Yeesh. Someone was a little cranky. 

“Alright, alright, keep your pants on, mister,”  you snort. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I just wanted to say you’re always welcome to come back!

”

The Devil’s face relaxed for a moment. Nose no longer as scrunched as week-old laundry and lips dropping its frown. He didn’t relax his grip on his trident. 

“What.” 

“Yup!” you chirp, your lips popping at the p– an action that didn’t escape the demon’s notice. “Listen, it gets mighty boring around here! You’re welcome to come on back if you want to try again!” 

The Devil turned to face you fully now, brows knitted together as he stared down at you. His mouth fell open, then closed, then open again. This repeated a few times as he silently stared at you. He shook his head, leaning his weight against his trident as he lowered himself to your height; eyes narrowed. 

“What.”

“Ya heard me.” 

“Hold that tongue of yours, yokel,” he spat. “What game are you playing?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your offer. You do realize the gravitas of this offer, no?”

“Yessir.”

“You said I was welcome to try again. Your soul will always be at stake, do you know that?”

“Yup.” 

“Once you lose it–”

“If I lose it. Ya haven’t beaten me yet.”

“Oh shut it, you little shoehorn,” he jabbed a clawed finger at your chest. “Once you lose it, your soul is mine, and you’ll be cursed to live out the rest of your pitiful existence as a husk. Devoid of any consciousness.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’ll be a zombie, you moron.”

“Copy that, captain.” 

“Are you normally this stupid?”

He grabbed your shoulder at that point, eyes wild and teeth bared. You felt the hot, piercing tip of the prongs of his trident press against your neck; his breath– rich and hot with the scent of tobacco– hit your face in warm puffs. The demon’s nose brushed against yours, and god almighty if he moved any closer the two of you would be kissing. 

Soft, traitorous warmth found itself seeping into your cheeks. Your heart flipped-flopped about in your ribcage like a trout out of water, and you silently prayed that the demon couldn’t hear it as you mustered up a cocky grin. 

“Nope. I’m just the best there ever was.” 

A growl, low and gravelly, rumbled from the Devil’s throat. A look of annoyance filled his eyes as he clicked his tongue. He let go of your shoulder and rose to his full height. The prongs of his trident eased their bite on your neck, no longer threatening to stab into the pliant flesh of your windpipe. 

Blazing metal slowly traveled upwards, leaving behind whispers of heat in their wake as the Devil slowly eased it beneath your chin. The Devil slowly and methodically craned your head up, quietly relishing the way your throat struggled to force down a nervous swallow. 

The demon remained silent the entire way through. Only breaking it to occasionally growl if you tried to speak; his eyes lidded and lips threaded into a thin line. The Devil's tail moved to and fro in a metronomic pattern as his gaze grew hooded; contemplation weighing the lids down as he raised a large hand towards his mouth. 

The entire interaction lasted maybe only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity had passed before the silence was broken by another low rumble from the Devil. Not quite a growl, but it wasn’t a purr, either. You couldn’t put your finger on it. However, you could guess it only meant something good, as the Devil finally moved his trident away; and you find yourself shakily releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“Very well.” The Devil shifted his trident beside him once more. “I accept your offer.”

He knocked the butt of his trident against the earth once, twice, and the earth yawned open once more. Red light washed over the demon’s form, illuminating the demon’s back in a crimson halo. 

He grinned, baring sharp teeth, eyes full of malintent, and your stomach rolled as you could only imagine what was going on in that man’s head. 

“I won’t stop until that soul is mine, little mortal.” He pointed a finger towards you. “You best keep yourself sharp. I’d hate to be disappointed after all of that talk.” 

You watched as he stepped a foot within the portal, cheeks pained as you fought to maintain your cocky grin. 

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetness.” 

The endearment was tacked on at the last minute. You didn’t mean anything by it. After all, you had just beat the Devil at his own game. You were safe. For now, at least. Perhaps it was just the high of victory that had pushed you to be a bit more saucy with the demon. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was the way his face fell. It was hard to make out from the red light of the portal beneath him, but you coulda swore that you saw his dark cheeks become a rusted brown. 

He turned his head before you could look any further, an annoyed huff following after. 

“Good grief you’re annoying.” You heard him mutter. “I cannot wait to crush your pathetic body into the ground.”

“Don’t get too excited, Mr. D.” 

Oh my god, why couldn’t you just shut up?

“Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think that you want to see me again.” 

While a part of you panicked, it was overpowered by a snort as the Devil let out an offended ‘UGH’ before leaving. He had practically leaped into the portal, desperate to get away, leaving behind smoldering earth in his wake. 

As you stood there, heart frantically racing, all you could do was wonder when the next time you’d see him would be. 

And you silently apologized to your pa for looking forward to seeing the Devil again. 

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