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can you write the hazbin characters (your choice) with a succubus reader? (des mention LMFAO)
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Hello dear!!! Yes, I will!! (Love Des, love you!!)
Character used: Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Husker, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious (eggs included)
OC's used (yes, mine and Ash's ocs are included): Desdemona, Fajr, Moss
(Everything is platonic! However, you can bend it to be romantic if you want/can.)
Little reference to the succubus of Reader.
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Plot: No plot, but you meet everyone by Des introducing her friend to Hazbin Hotel! Hopefully, to help Charlie Morningstar rehabilitate sinners into Heaven! The idea sounded silly when Desdemona first told you, but the more she said, the more it intrigued you.
This is your first impressions with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel! Have fun~!
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Desdemona: You'd known Des for a while now, such a wild card, that one. But..not too long ago, it seems that she had calmed down. Even just a little, she'd arrive at your place with a calm expression, and a small smile. Only for it to disappear and be replaced with a mischievous one moments later, but it got you thinking.
Then, out of nowhere, the sporadic one told you about the Hazbin Hotel. You'd heard of it before, but paid no attention to it. Now though, you learned it was run by the Princess of Hell. So it caught your attention, and when you learned that your dearest friend might have a crush on one of the residents..well, you just couldn't help yourself. That's what succubus are for after all, isn't it?
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Charlie Morningstar: Charlie was the first you met, and the person who welcomed you with open arms!
She was bright and cheerful the moment you walked in. Excited to help in any way she can, and told you things for rehabilitation.
Ie., she let you know the activities that you'd be doing throughout the day, the times, and some other things to be known! And after she'd shown you your room, you'd go to meet the other residents, and workers of the Hazbin Hotel!
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Vaggie: Well, she definitely wasn't trusting, but she didn't really interact with you all that much, either. She introduced herself, and with your sneaking suspicion, found out that the sinner and princess were, in fact, in love.
But that had been about it, and she walked off into another hall, perhaps looking for her girlfriend.
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Husker: Definitely one of the more easy-going people, it was obvious he didn't want to be here. But you never pried as to why he was here if he didn't want to be.
Instead, he gave you a light drink, and you both spoke a bit more. He seemed almost intrigued finding you out to be a succubus, and asked what you were doing here. And you answered honestly, not seeing a reason to lie, or make something up.
However, he made a low grumbly sound, maybe out of disappointment when you said it was Desdemona who brought you here.
'what was that for?' You asked, and he simply responded only stating Des as annoying. So it was obvious he didn't care too much for your friend, but it was no matter to you. You thought, as long as nothing happens, you'd all be fine.
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Angel Dust: Angel is probably the one you got along with the most, clicking instantly. He asked you some good questions about being a succubus, and honestly, it was fun answering.
Husker made you both some drinks, and you laughed for a good few hours.
(And, you got a sneaking suspicion there was something between the two)
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Nifty: Nifty is..well she's something! Crazy, sporadic, quite similar to Des, actually! You two never actually introduced, but learned each other's names pretty quickly, anyway.
Not much to say about her, from what you saw, all she did was clean.
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Sir Pentious (and the eggs): Well..he was awkward to say the least. When he approached you, of course. What you saw beforehand though, he had purchased some weapon parts from an Overlord (from what you heard), and Vaggie was yelling at him.
After he had those..eggs..take them away, he saw you sitting on one of the couches in the lounge area, and approached you.
You both got along fairly well, and he introduced you to the Egg bois when they returned from hiding the weapons bought. (Pentious begged you not to tell.)
Anyway, he was sweet overall, just awkward at first. Though, you quickly learned he's always awkward.
The Egg bois were almost immediately very affectionate towards you, on the contrary.
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Fajr: Okay, you knew immediately that this was who Des had been coming here for. You just..couldn't understand why. You couldn't see the appeal.
Honestly, Fajr was kind of an asshole, and ignored you at first. (Kept having to dig at him for answers.)
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Moss: Moss was very easy to catch onto. All they mainly did was bake, and when they made strawberry muffins the first time between you two, you instantly got attached. It was like they could just read your tastebuds.
Though, Moss was on the younger side, so you made sure what to talk about with them around. They..caught on pretty quickly, and was fast to let you know they don't care about what crude things you say. After learning that though, you did loosen up, but not fully. Just in case it made things awkward.
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Alastor: A creepy man, that is. When you first met him, it was when you were talking with Moss. Then, he just randomly appeared behind you. Though he was being a gentleman, it was just..disturbing. You could even see it in Moss's eyes, and quickly spoke with him.
The conversation was small, just introducing yourself, and how Des brought you here. He seemed..a little too intrigued. More than the others, and that smile just creeped you out.
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Lucifer: At first, he paid no attention to you. He simply came over to visit Charlie again and glanced your way. Just like with everyone else.
But then Charlie had him participate in today's activity. However, he couldn't stay for that long, so instead had little conversation with each resident (except for Alastor) and went his way.
The conversation you guys had was more of just an introduction. You introduced yourself, and why you were here...and then blanked. He asked if you were okay. You said you were fine, but, didn't actually have a reason for being here.
Lucifer asked what you meant, and you simply said Des had brought you here, and then you just stayed. After that, Lucifer took a quick call, and then talked with Charlie for a minute.
He approached you again about 10 minutes later, and helped you find a reason to stay. You two spoke for a good 30 minutes to an hour.
Needless to say, Lucifer is your king. You respect him. But perhaps now, you could see him as a friend.
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FIC END
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Consummation Cooper Adams x Reader
Synopsis: Isolation and survival make you act in strange ways, but all is fair in love and violence.
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Cooper is keeping you in a remote and isolated location where he likes to play house with you and you cope by playing along.
Tags: NSFW 18+, drabble/short fic, breeding kink, dub-con, brief mentions of violence, Stockholm syndrome, shower sex, dark themes, by request, barely proofread, p-in-v intercourse, cr3Vm pie.
AN: Howdy! Breeding Kink isn't my thing, so I hope this satisfies all my freaks out there. Please note that this is considerably dark and not fluff. Tbh it will probably make you feel kinda icky (and slightly turned on?). I can't help it y'all I'm Ottessa Moshfegh pilled lol. Also important to note that Cooper is dead ass trying to knock you up in this. Like straight up. If you are looking for something more subtle this is not it I fear 😀. Enjoy!
con·sum·ma·tion (noun)
1: the action of making a marriage or relationship complete by having sexual intercourse." the eager consummation that follows a long and passionate seduction"
2: the point at which something is complete or finalized." the consummation of a sale"
Cooper’s hands always found their way into your hair. When you crawled your way into his morning shower, he sighed as he wrapped his fingers around your wet braid, big arms snaking around your naked waist and pulling you against him. His cheek rested perfectly on top of your head.
“Missed me?” He murmurs against your scalp.
“I was scared you weren’t coming back.” You confess, his chest fluttering against your cheek as he huffs a laugh. The very real possibility of Cooper leaving you here to rot makes you feel cold.
“Don’t be stupid. I’ll always come back to you.”
His hands always ended up in your hair, exactly like how your back always ended up pressed against cold shower tiles; Cooper’s body between your legs, his hand spreading and holding your knees open. You were both delighted and horrified that he could pin you against a wall so easily. The stretch of him pushing in and out of you dampens the horror until all you feel is the warmth of the delight; hazy, muted, heavy, and all over you.
You loved when he fucked you numb.
So numb, you no longer paid mind to the dried blood washing away from his body, thick ribbons of pink water swirling at his feet. There was no ankle monitor strapped against your flesh if he was rolling your clit in his mouth. His hands had taken an orgasm from you before they had held a knife to your throat.
When you held his face between your hands and begged him to cum inside you, it was a thinly veiled plea for your life—for him to put something in you that would keep him coming back. Something that would keep you alive.
With a string of expletives, he obliged. He held you like that for sometime after, lazily pulsing inside you, using the obscene, white leakage to rub his thumb over your swollen clit.
“It’ll take better if you finish, baby.” His labored breath flutters against your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours.
Without a gun to your head, you nodded with a greedy whimper. Your mind hummed with the thought of newlyweds eager to become first-time parents, Cooper rubbing lotion over the taught skin of your growing belly, ultrasound appointments, and baby showers. A tiny, vulnerable thing swaddled in a blanket, pink and screaming—with Cooper’s hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, and your nose and dimples. A baby with a monster for a father and a coward for a mother. A bastard.
You feel relieved when your orgasm finally rips through you. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your asinine mind, you felt disgusted too. Cooper’s grip on your thighs began to hurt and the water droplets against your skin began to sting, but it all turned back to spineless fantasy as he lulled you through it with gentle praises
Almost there, sweetheart.
Just like that.
There we go.
Perfect.
Would it be so horrible if you were in love with him? Because you think you are.
Later on, when you’re making him coffee, he comes behind you and rests his hands on your lower belly. Repugnance and tenderness turn in your stomach. Cooper presses a kiss to the top of your head, keeping his mouth there.
“Do you think we could be happy?” He murmurs softly into your hair, thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin.
The monitor around your ankle feels heavy. You remember the sedatives he put in your drink, his wife and children at home, and this plush and comfortable prison he kept you in.
Your eyes flit toward the kitchen knives and you remember you could face the consequences of lodging one in his neck—if you wanted to.
You want to tell him he could never be happy. That his version of it could only be satisfied through violence. But brute force could be soft and safe if you surrendered to it. If you could bend something jagged and serrated into the shape of lovers, would you be spared from the rage inside of him?
“Maybe.” You say flatly, pouring Cooper his cup of coffee.
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