Fare thee well

Will do:

Headcanons

Small drabbles

Gn/Male reader

Fluff

Won't do:

Nsfw

Anything with kids

Angst (I don't wanna be sad) ((unless I do))

Characters I write for:

King Dice - Cuphead

The Devil - Cuphead

Henchman - Cuphead

Stickler - Cuphead

Please bare in mind, most of these characters don't have deeper characterization so they're likely based on my headcanons... as I will do for the few that do we like em spiced here

The Devil is a difficult patient when it comes to cuddling, he’s so prideful that even a task as simple as affection is a game.

Depending on his mood he might swoop you right up without warning and keep you as long as he desires.

Other times, he’ll hint at it. He’ll make eyes, sigh, stand around watching you as if you could read his mind and if you don’t get the hint he will loudly complain about it at Henchman.

When cuddling he can go either way with the spoon energy.

When he’s the big spoon he likes petting your hair, back and arms. He enjoys giving your head kisses and giving you slight squeezes to make sure you’re awake and paying attention to him.

When he’s the little spoon, which don’t you even dare call it that. He likes being pet on the back, you can scratch the back of his ears but depending on his mood he might not appreciate it.

When cuddling he likes to talk, well… when doing anything he likes to talk. The devil has a lot to say and complain about anything under the sun.

At the end of the day, no matter how Prideful the Devil is he does require a lot of attention, affection and your focused attention. He can’t help it when he likes something or someone he wants to keep.

On another note if you surprise cuddle him it can go anyway. He could appreciate it, he could ignore you as you try to give affection or he might push you away.

If he appreciates it he drops what he’s doing and leans into it or takes over the affection giving, since he’s the Devil he’s better at affection than you.

If he ignores you, he continues doing whatever he was doing before you appeared and pretends as if you don’t exist.

And oh if he pushes you away, he will either coldly push you off and tell you to buzz off or he’ll find the most hurtful words to use to make you back off.

It’s a clear evening, the crisp autumn air is like a cool blanket over y/n’s skin. He’s been sitting on the stairs of the Devils Casino for a little while now, for being a place of sin and indulgence there is a comfort in there somewhere and unsurprisingly he’s too early, the casino doesn’t open for a little while and he’s not really sure if he’ll be let in anyway. The last time y/n had the energy to come here he’d made a small scene but he doesn’t remember a lot of what happened, he was tipsy which was unusual but he remembers King Dice’s smooth voice and he remembers being kicked out very vividly. Maybe Dice is gonna be mad at him? Or maybe it’s the usual annoyance with a touch of drama, who’s to say.

Y/n leans back on the stairway, the suns steadily dropping from the sky, out under the mountains and forests.

Finally other people start showing up, the neighborhood drunks and younger adults, the staff unlock the door. Y/n gets up and heads in, the bouncers don’t pay him mind, he leaves his jacket with the coat check before meandering the halls. These halls will never cease to impress him, the rich colors, expensive marble flooring. Everything down to the decor is perfectly perfect. He stares down a painting, it’s in a line of paintings of the top workers. Dice's portrait has him wearing his signature smirk, the urge to steal this one creeps in every time he looks at it. Having to come all this way should be only to see the real thing y/n deserves at least a good picture of the man at home. Does Dice ever leave the casino? He’s never seen him at a store or around town for that matter. Maybe he’s as reclusive as he is.

“You’re startin’ to creep me out” A gruff voice murmurs.

Y/n looks with his peripheral vision… it’s Mr.Wheezy “What do you want?” he sighs.

“I want you to stop starin’ at a paintin’ like a creep. You know he’s probably seen you do that” Wheezy gestures at the painting “He’s definitely flattered by it too, it’s weird. Is that some form of flirtin’ I ain’t heard about yet?” he scratches his chin

“Do you know where he is?” y/n tilts his head, finally turning his face to face Mr.Wheezy.

“Errr he's maybe at the bar? Since it's slow.” he pauses and squints at y/n “ Y'know you could be less.. whatever this is” Wheezy shifts in discomfort.

“Mh” y/n nods and walks off, maybe he'll get to watch a more calm scam go down instead of an intense card game that could go wrong at any turn. It's too nerve racking, especially not understanding most card game rules.

He arrives at the bar area and as Mr.Wheezy, an unwilling informant in his interests said he’d be, he's just chatting up some younger patrons. So he’s probably just entertaining himself for now, he doesn't seem to be trying anything. His eyes wander over the botany as he thinks. Sometimes he wonders if he'd be good at scamming but the lack of sociability with strangers makes that a no go, but isn't Dice also technically a stranger since-

“Good to see you back, y/n” Dice croons and stalks around him a round “I thought you'd given up on this dump after your little incident”

“I was just letting things cool off”

“Can I get you a drink?” He offers

“Mocktails only. I am swearing off alcohol for the rest of my life, not only does it taste bad but clearly I don't respond well to it”

“C'moon just one itty witty drink, my dear” Dice deepens his voice at the my dear part.

y/n can feel the hairs on his neck raise… probably every hair on his body is standing, it’s hard for him to tell whether he’s into this or not. “No, only mocktails”

Dice sighs “Fiinne, why you gotta have issues with alcohol after just one tiff?”

“Because some of us aren't over confident in their self control”

Dice raises a brow

“Would me playing cards with you make you feel better?” y/n asks hesitantly.

Dice laughs “Not even a sorry, straight to bargainin’, ha! Of course it would” Dice starts guiding y/n away to the card tables. “Loosers gotta do whatever the winner wants”

“Yaayyy….” y/n says very unenthusiastically.

It honestly turned into a blur so fast and now he has a bunch of cards in his hands and no clue what he’s doing or what the game even is, the dealer looks done with it while Dice has his trademark smirk.

“You shouldn't let so many emotions be readable I can tell you have a crap hand” Dice chuckles.

How would he know what my hand is if y/n doesn’t either, he's just confused and conflicted… the queen card is pretty though he has to ask where they buy their cards. These ones look nice.

“Aww you’re all lost in thought no doubt fear of your impendin’ loss” Dice taunts.

“Sure” y/n shrugs not really bothered by the taunt, he would be if he knew the game but not knowing gives both a sense of peace and confusion.

They've been raising the pot for a while and a few of the drunken players fold their cards, not many people are willing to go too far against Dice at cards in his domain.

Dice has been taunting everyone at least a little, the dealers a little annoyed but what can you do, a few folded on Dice's taunting alone but y/n hasn't listened to the bulk of it, he's just looking at his cards, he likes that they're all the same suit… it’s probably good? Maybe? Probably not, he wouldn't know no matter how hard he thought about it.

“Are you shakin’ in your boots yet little guy” Dice tries taunting him again.

“I don't think so? Why” he decides to take a pretend diplomatic route

“Ohh what, did you suddenly decide you have a good hand?”

“To be honest with you, I have no idea how to play and what any of these cards mean”

The whole table shuts up. y/n sinks a little in his seat, there’s no way he’s ever going to look anyone in the eye again. No one shall see him again even, he will fly off the nearest cliff at the closest possible chance.

“So let me get this straight, you challenged me to any card game of my choosing and chose not to tell me you don't know how to play?” Dice scoffs and leans back in his chair.

“Isn't the fact that you’re gonna win not pleasure enough for you?”

“If you were quackin’ in your boots knowin’ your impending doom, yes. But you don’t”

“Don't use that tone with me”

“Excuse you?”

“I said don’t use that tone with me, I don’t like it”

“Okay ladies, drop it” The dealer pipes up “You can either play the game or get a room”

Dice and y/n just disapprovingly look at the dealer who reveals the last community card.

"Dang” Dice puts his cards down face up, taken by his tone he didn’t win.

y/n just silently places the cards face up too, that's probably what he's meant to do.

“Congrats Mr. I don't know what I’m playing, you won” The dealer huffs.

Dice just looks at the cards "Beginners luck”

Y/n gives Dice a cheshire grin “Don’t look too disappointed, one more round the one of us who gets closer to winning next gets to choose the next activity.”

“Ha! Now you’re speakin’ my language” Dice grins and the dealer seems to deflate before he mixes and deals out the cards.

Y/n still doesn’t know about his cards but he side eyes the dealer a little, Dice could’ve made the guy give him bad cards or himself good ones. This time the cards are from different suits, motherfucker… eh maybe it’s fine.

Dice is taking this seriously and quit his taunting, after a while of raising the pot it’s time to reveal your cards… neither of the men win but y/n got closer to. Y/n gives Dice a wicked grin. Dice frowns, this was so bullshit.

“I'd like a mocktail before I tell you what we’re up to next” y/n gets up and Dice follows.

The walk back to the bar is brief but silent, Dice orders for them. He knows what most regulars like and y/n’s a semi regular at this point. Dice is still a little huffy looking at y/n’s grin.

“On the house” Dice slides y/ns drink over to him.

"What, why?”

Dice laughs “Why are you so suspicious, I’m just bein’ nice” he croons.

“You run a seedy casino, why would I not be”

“Oh please, you like me and you like special treatment, don’t be like that”

“How would you know…?” It’s the painting staring, it so is the painting staring he just can't prove it yet.

“Every time you’re here, you stare at me and every time I lower my voice at you, your face goes beet red~” Dice lists.

“No it doesn't “

“Yes it does” Dice uses the low tone and smirks in amusement.

“It does not.”

“Then why are you all red?”

Y/n touches his face… it’s warm…

“Oh my god, can you not feel it when it does that without touchin’ it?” Dice snickers “Thats hillarious”

“Some of our bodies don’t signal correctly..” y/n grovels “You have a stupid face…”

“That's all you can come up with!? I can not with you, you’re just too precious” He laughs.

Y/n sips his drink, the sting of alcohol hitting the back of his mouth and pauses and makes a face like he had sipped lemon juice “Why is there alcohol in this”

This gives Dice pause “You can tell? From a tiny little sip? That's like one of the sweetest drinks here. How can you tell?” He asks bewildered.

“The burn and the after taste, absolutely disgusting” y/n frowns “I sometimes wish I'd be able to tolerate it but when my mind's made up, there’s no going back.”

“Don't get too philosophical with me” Dice warns and snatches y/n’s drink for himself and sips it in attempts of tasting the alcohol but that man drinks like he needs it to survive so he doesn’t taste it.

“I'll try not to, if you’ll try to stick within my boundaries” y/n flags down the bartender and orders the same drink as an actual mocktail and finally gets to drink.

“How come you come here so sporadically? Have a busy social life?” Dice nudges y/n.

“No, I just prefer to be alone. At my house”

“Just prefer to be alone?”

“Mhm. I come here to see you though” y/n tries to read Dices reaction but it's no use, he can't really tell how the other man is feeling.

Dice just sits in this “You gotta be kiddin’ me” he tilts his head, he sounds almost disappointed which makes y/n feel nervous, there’s no way he just said that and Dice is disappointed in him saying that.

Y/n sits in the silence for a little while thinking of how to sentence all the words he could say. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, obviously not! Everybody simply adores me and clearly you’re obsessed with me” Dice beams “but it is a little sad, for you.”

“How so?” y/n leans on the bar.

“Well, you’re lonely aren’t you”

“No.”

“No? How not?” Dice asks, baffled, “If I was alone all the time I’d be miserable.”

“Maybe you just like people?”

“I don’t, I like attention”

“Touche”

Silence falls between them, it’s comfortable like this. The casino’s becoming more busy by the minute too. All sorts of customers are going around gambling, mingling and getting drunk off their asses, Dice points out a few customers who he’s been scamming lately. Dice looks to like talking about his schemes and how he’s gonna go about doing it more. It’d be intriguing to see it happen but he wants his price for technically winning.

“I wanna see where you live.” Y/n just states.

Dice pauses and just looks at y/n “...Why?”

“That’s my chosen activity” Y/n nods “Fair and square.” y/n looks up at Dice who just stays silent. “I don’t see you outside the casino at all so I’m assuming you live in some damp, dark little hole somewhere in here”

Dice snickers “Damp, dark hole? I’ll have you know, my livin’ quarters are luxurious”

“Show me then, you gotta. I chose it as the activity”

“You’re not gonna drop it, are ya?” Dice asks

“Nope”

“Follow me then…” Dice says deflated, he’s not really in the mood of showing off his room right now but I guess he doesn’t have a choice today.

They walk through endless halls and pass many staff only signs, then they get to a private quarter area, Dice has to unlock that door and then they walk more and get to a room far away from the others.

Dice looks at y/n then slowly unlocks the door and opens it, gesturing for him to go in. He turns the light on and oh me oh my, if anything's a room it’s this. The hardwood floors, layered rugs, the wallpaper.. everythings just yes. All the ideas y/n had about what Dices living quarters would be like are put to shame, the place looks more expensive than the man does.

“Woah”

Dice just looks at y/n “Just.. woah? C’mon give me a proper reaction at least”

Y/n slowly turns to look at Dice and squints at him… he knows a reaction but how would Dice react to it. Dice is standing in a good spot for it… fuck it-

Y/n walks at Dice, reaches past Dice and closes the door trapping Dice between himself and the door.

Dice looks surprised, he wasn’t expecting y/n to make any bold moves. After a moment of observation y/n reaches up and kisses Dice, who takes a moment to respond but when he does, he takes control. He takes hold of y/n's arms and pushes him to walk back, not breaking off the lip contact until they reach the bed. He pushes y/n down on it who looks frazzled at the push but gains his bearings quickly after Dice cages him on the bed.

They have a slight stare off before y/n tugs Dice closer by his bowtie and slows Dice landing with a hand on the mans jaw, there's a slight stare off before Dice lowers himself over y/n squishing the man.

“Eeeuuugghhh you’re a lot heavier than you look, what the hell-”

“Hrrnngg shut up” Dice rolls over keeping hold of y/n turning himself into a very comfortable mattress. Dice trails kisses along y/ns jaw. Then he nibbles it.

“Ow- hey” y/n bites Dices cheek in retaliation. Dice just lets it happen.

They slowly get into a more comfortable position y/ns head resting on Dices chest, they lay there in comfortably for a long time.

“Dice?”

“Mh?” Dice pets y/ns head

“Can I stay the night here?” He pulls himself up a little to look at Dice “Please?"

Dice tries to look stern but the corner of his mouth is twitching. He shakes his head “You’re impossible, fine- Fine. You can stay here for the night.”

“Thank you…” y/n lays his head back down “I know you have work but will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

It’s been a long day, well not that you did anything but it’s been a long day anyway. You press your face into the pillow and take in its scent, so close but so far from what you’d like your face in right now.

“And who gave you permission to be here?” Dice leans on the doorframe, brow cocked in slight judgment at you in his bed.

You don’t feel like lifting your head but looking at the myth, the man, the subject of your torment is a temptation far too great to resist… god he looks divine standing there, he looks so unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” you muster out.

“Really? “Hi”?” Dice pushes off the doorframe and walks over to the bed.

“Finders keepers?” You shrug, hugging onto a pillow.

“How do you even keep gettin’ in?” Dice sits on the edge of the bed, he’s tired from work and now he has to deal with an intruder, a familiar intruder at that “What have I ever done to deserve this?”

“What haven’t you?-” you blurt out before you can even think about what you’re saying.

Dice stares at you with the most disappointed look you’ve ever seen on a man. The two of you stare at each other long enough to start making you feel nervous or awkward, you can’t even tell. You sit up, clasping your now damp hands together, he only shakes his head and rubs his temples before sighing.

“I was just taking a jab at you?” You try to excuse unconvincingly.

“I know. You’re infuriating. You know exactly what buttons to press and it pisses me off.” He glares, but there is a softness in it.

You attempt your best to look guilty… it’s not really working, your smirk betrays you. He’s being way too soft to be actually mad. It’s not like Dice can keep a straight face either at the moment.

“What do you want today?” he asks, placing a hand on yours.

“To cuddle” You respond sheepishly

“That’s a whole lot easier than your last request. I ain’t too sure what you meant when you said you wanted to be my sweetener.” he gets up to change into his pajamas

“Well it’s like you know… it’s that like in card games when there’s an additional stake to incentivise players to keep playing..?”

“And you’re the sweetener? You’ve got to be kiddin’.” he only glances at you briefly as he continues changing.

At least he’s something to look at. Your eyes drift up, then down, and back up again when he turns around, maybe there’s a universe out there where he’ll look at you all fondly and softly, hold your hands and kiss your- You’re pulled from your thoughts when you start to get maneuvered, arms wrapping around you and your face meeting Dice's chest, his scent filling your senses.

You tuck your arms near your own chest and begin to fiddle with the fabric of Dice’s shirt. “I wish this wasn’t between us…” one of your hands gets taken by his.

“Not a chance.” Dice mutters, his thumb softly massages your thenar as he starts humming.

His heart rate sounds normal, maybe it’s practiced, he seems like the kind of guy who’d practice… whatever it is, you have to practice to keep your heart rate normal.

“Are you ever gonna like me?” you murmur… apparently your body’s more tired than your mind.

“I like you plenty” he huffs “I’d kick you out if I didn’t, dum-” he cuts himself off “I’d kick you out if I didn’t” he repeats.

You muster a nod, this is enough for today. Maybe you’ll get more tomorrow.

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You, by some miracle managed to sneak into Kings bedroom. After checking your surroundings to make sure the coast is clear you stride over to the wardrobe, swing the doors open and choose a good pair of pajamas which you swiftly change into before unceremoniously flopping onto the bed. It's so soft and smells like King, you can't help but to tangle yourself in the blanket.

This would feel like heaven if it wasn't for the man living in hell... well that doesn't exactly stop the thought, for you this is a carefully constructed paradice by the egotistical bastard you like, he certainly made sure it is.

With the heaviness of your eyes you can't tell how long you've been here before some very familiar humming reaches your ears... and the predictable yelp of him not expecting anyone in his room. You were about to open your eyes and sit up but before you've even cracked your eyes partly open you feel a hand cupping your face.

"How'd you get in here? I wasn't expecting you today, darlin'."

You were about to open your mouth to respond but King briefly connects your lips for a soft peck, before he pushes you back on the bed and rests his head on the crook of your neck.

"I wanted to be near you." You manage to get out a little husky from the suprise of the man being so soft, you're not used to how soft he can get. By god this man is the Devils right hand man and scams people on a regular basis but when he's with you he's just... different.

You idly stroke the mans back as you two relish in this moment for a good long while before Kings arms snake around you and take a firm grip and flips you two over.

He lets out a sigh "This is better."

One of his hands finds it's way to your back and the other to the nape of your neck

"I love you, my angel" he hums.

You slowly drift to sweet dreams in this strange beautiful mans arms.

He falls fast and hard for you. He cannot for the love of him wait to kiss you and hold you and absolutely sweep you off your feet.

Dices love language is physical touch but he won't hesitate to buy all the bibs and bobs for you that remind him of you.

His favorite places to kiss you are your lips, hands, temple, forehead and the back of your neck.

He tries so hard to be genuine with you but sometimes defaults to his stage persona because he thinks you'd find it more pleasing.

Him being truly vulnerable and not just being dramatically dramatic is a rare treat, this man is nothing if not prideful, it'd be shame to let you see he's just a man, not a good man but a man none the less.

He finds out your favorite things to recieve as gifts quickly wheter it be flowers, books, tea or some other shuch he'll find your favorites and he'll cherosh your reactions as long as he can.

Whenever he can make it at a reasonable hour, his favorite thing is to hold you or be held by you as the both of you fall asleep.

Of course waking up next to someone that can brighten a room with a glance and a smile is a wonderful experience too, he almost wishes he hadn't sold his soul so he could always be here. Right next to you. <3