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i’ve been thinking about frat boy!luke who tries to throw the biggest party the world has ever seen at least once a month. he's one of those guys who is actually convinced he can throw a party exactly like project x. but maybe even better (his words i swearr).
he’d even be corny enough to print out a bunch of invites and just throw them around the school so whoever’s interested can just show up.
and that's where you met him, at his biggest party yet. the party was already at full swing when you got there; music blaring through the speakers, colourful lights glowing from the open windows. students and crashers alike jumping to the music and holding red cups in their hands.
and then you catch his eye. he’s standing near the backyard, just walking back into the house to get more drinks when he spots you.
and yeah, you’ve had a class or two with him before, he might have asked you for a pencil once. you doubt he remembers you though.
but then one look turned into three, and the lingering stares from across the room, and knowing smiles, and nudges from friends continue.
you eventually bump into him on the dance floor, both tipsy. a drunk smile crosses your face as you wordlessly start to dance together.
what starts off innocent quickly turns into something more, your hands brush his arms, his hands find themselves comfortable on your sides, and they start to crawl to your waist, then your hips, and if you were a little braver, you might’ve grabbed his collar and kissed him then.
but instead, luke took your hand in his, and he leaned closer, close enough for him to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere a little more private. somewhere quieter, he said, so you could talk.
and you would’ve loved to talk to him, to get to know who the real luke castellan was, his interests, what he studies, where he’s from. but all those questions start to blur the moment you find yourself climbing up the stairs, turning corners and giggling behind him when he walks in on a couple fucking in the bathroom.
you barely remember what you want to ask him when he pushes you against a wall at the end of the hallway, music a little muffled, breaths a lot louder. and now you’re gasping into his mouth, your teeth crashing against his because there’s no coordination in your movements. one hand at the back of your neck to hold you while his tongue slips into your mouth.
and you’re both touching each other, hands wandering over clothes, fingers twitching to touch the warmth of skin, squeezing whatever there was to squeeze frantically.
your head spinning as his other hand pulls your leg up, up and up until you can wrap it around his hips, and he presses his crotch against yours. he tastes like cheap liquor and bad mistakes, and you try to ignore the way your stomach twists whenever he says your name (or at least something that sounds like it, maybe off by a syllable or two).
you bite his lower lip, tugging on it with your teeth and you let go to stare at him for just a second. he's a lot prettier up close. his big pouty lips, the scruff hair on his face. the way he smirks at you before pulling his cap off and placing it over your hair. “fit’s like a charm.”
you roll your eyes, “shut up.”
his hands find themselves under your shirt, cupping your boob and squeezing them gently as he sucks a bruise to your neck. you decide to take a leap and reach for his crotch, glancing down the hallway to make sure you’re away from peering eyes before you unbuckle his belt and grope him over his boxers.
it's all wreckless, and messy, where he tries to undo the buttons of your shorts but his fingers are trembling from you touching him. and while you’re not actually sure of what you’re doing, you love the noises luke is making, so you keep going.
he’s huffing into your neck, your ear, then back into your mouth, little whines that urge you to move faster, his black cap nearly slipping off your head.
“fuck- wait wait,” he sputters, pulling away from you.
you need to suck in a deep breath to clear your head. “what-?”
“you're in my calc class, right?”
“seriously?”
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Puppy Love / Kid Vaggie Crossover
Thank you, @intrinsicepiphany for the fun idea!
Hazbins: (scrambling around the hotel while carrying cushions and pillows)
Kid Vaggie: (flying around the ceiling, weaving through lights and chandeliers, and giggling) Weeeeee~
Charlie: Vaggie! Vaggie! You've been up there for an hour, sweetheart! Can you please come down before your wings give out?
-KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!-
Emily: (squeaks through the door of the hotel) Hi, Charlie! Sorry for dropping in last minute. Sera wanted to get those reports on-
Kid Vaggie: Yaaaawwwwwn~ (droopy eyes) Nigh-Night.... (slowly coasts down to the ground)
Charlie: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Emily, catch her! It's Vaggie!
Emily: (looks up and sees a sleeping, curled up Kid Vaggie sucking her thumb and gliding in her direction) Hup! (jumps up with a flap of her wings and catches Vaggie, cradling her in her arms) I got her!
Charlie: Whew! Thank you so much!
Emily: (slowly fluttering back to the ground) Now, what did you say about Vaggie? And who is this adorable little cherub?
Charlie: Her. That's literally Vaggie. For some reason, she transformed into a toddler. First, it was me, and then-
Emily: (blushes brightly as she looks down at the sleeping toddler in her arms. Daydreams suddenly whirl through her mind in rapid succession)
Scene 1: Emily and Vaggie on a moonlit date in heaven.
Scene 2: Vaggie kneeling down on one knee with a ring box and Emily flapping her wings excitedly as she cries.
Scene 3: Wedding in Heaven with Charlie being Emily's Maid of Honor and Vaggie wearing a full suit.
Scene 4: Vaggie wearing slacks and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hands on a prominent baby bump under Emily's dress.
Scene 5: Emily laying in bed with a newborn baby. Baby has dark skin, white freckles, silver hair and wings, and pink eyes. Vaggie is holding Emily's hand while kissing the new mother tenderly on the head.
Emily: (catatonic, blushing, sweating, and wobbly on her feet)
Charlie: Whoa! (takes Kid Vaggie before Emily can faint) Emily, are you okay?!
Emily: (shuffles over to the window, gets on her knees, and prays) Our Holy Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come-
Charlie: Uhhhhh.... (glances at sleeping Vaggie in her arms and gets similar daydream scenes buzzing through her mind but replaced herself with Emily as she heats up exponentially) Whoooooooooooa.... wobbly...... need to sit down.
Angel: Whoa! I gotcha! (catches Charlie and sits her down in the chair next to where Emily is still praying) I'll take Vags up to her room and put her to bed. (grabs Vaggie and gets similar daydreams but with Husker and having a perfect cat-spider baby) Yikes! Okay, that makes sense. Let's get this little pipsqueak to bed so I can stop daydreaming.
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Give me a scene like from the Mario movie, where everyone for whatever reason has separated and Charlie is left to fight the Big Bad all by herself. Alastor is the only one of the group who stayed. She tells him to go, to save himself while he can, and apologizes for getting him involved in this mess. He says something like “darling, I believe I said that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you” And thus the two walk into the battlefield together, outnumbered, but ready to fight alongside each other
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𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝒳 𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐼𝐹𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝒞 | ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི | 🌈🍎
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some dirty some sweet ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
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-> these hc contain smut, slight toddler-con, possessiveness, stalking, incest, obsessiveness, masochism, molestation, camera watching, so if you do not like any of these DO NOT READ! <-
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•ever since charlie was little Lucifer was protective of her, like an other dad, until it became a creeping obsession with her ever move and behavior. if she mentioned something she liked to her friends, shed be given it the next day without warning. if she looked at something a little too long at the store, lucifer would be sure to buy it for her… definitely daddys little girl >-<
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•when she started to grow older and hit puberty lucifers little obsession started to turn into a threat level possessive man. boys would go missing if they looked at HIS daughter a little too long for his liking. besides boys, when she started to develop he couldnt contain himself, she looked just like her mother. beautiful, slim, yet with noticeable physical features, excited him more. he started to act as if he was busy with the seven rings during her early and mid teen years because every time he was near her or even smelled her he became hard as a rock, then had to jack off with her panties he stashed away.
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• by the time she was an adult he basically dreaded being near her. his boners would become so frequent and literally start to ache when he would even just check in on her during the day. the gifts became more intimate. a little more provocative clothing/lingerie (he would claim its the latest fashion in hell/the lust ring). one time he bought her a sex toy and lied when charlie saw it was from him, saying it was for his wife when charlie grew embarrassed by it.
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• panty stealer, by far. his favorite are her pink panties with black lace and a red bow on the front (it reminds him of how he dresses, so he proudly shoots loads into the underwear often).
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• rarely ever has sex with his wife anymore, its not the same. if he does eventually have sex with her, its quick and over with, or its hard and long (he thinks of charlie when hes super horny).
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• when growing up he set up cameras in KeeKees collar, making sure she didnt get into harms way/trouble. but when she got older he used the camera to spy on her, invading her privacy. he even caught her undressing to go into the shower, ofc he downloaded it and saved it to his folder of his precious little girl..
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• one time lucifer was spying on charlie with his hidden camera(s) and he caught her making out with vaggie. half of hell was destroyed that day. (no other words, he was big mad)..
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• when the ‘hells greatest dad’ song was playing, he was genuinely trying to rope charlie back into his circle/leash, but alastor beat him too it, making them extremely tense enemies. during the lyric of the song, ‘who just so happens to be your blood’, he was so aggravated because how DARE his precious little girl like/believe that ‘awful’ radio demon.. (can you tell hes dramatic?)
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• closest hes ever come to actually molesting her was a couple times when she was a little girl and helping her with showers/getting dressed, he would tease her/not give her her clothes so she could pout and beg him for her clothing to cover her body (he was so hard the entire time, and immediately busted a load before he got the zipper down).
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thats my first HC run! if you have suggestions comment below! theyre highly helpful! and if you enjoyed the HC’s, reblog! it helps spread it around x3
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