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synamartia · 4 months ago

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“ Not Done Yet . . . „

“ Stop being a bitch and touch me already . . . „

synopsis ┊ ◜ When Adam first told you that he would be going on tour with his band, you were supportive and encouraged him to play his best - cheering him on from the front row during each performance and whispering sweet nothings to him in the filthiest of ways as he pounded you backstage. But when you catch a few groupies getting a little too handsy with Adam, you decide to teach him a lesson for letting them touch what was so obviously yours . . . ◞ wc ┊ ◜ 3,679 ◞ warnings ┊ ◜ Adam x Reader ✧ Afab!Reader ✧ No pronouns or Y/N used ✧ Explicit / MDNI / 18+ Only ✧ Suggested established relationship ✧ Sexual situations ✧ Bratty!Sub!Adam ✧ Dom!Reader turned soft ✧ Cunnilingus ✧ Vaginal fingering ✧ Mild impact play ✧ Brat taming ✧ Dirty Talk (it's Adam, babe. There's gonna be dirty talk) ✧ Edging (male) ✧ Unprotected sex ✧ Creampie ◞ notes ┊ ◜ The smut came before the story on this one, and the exposition is killing me, ya'll; it's sloppy, jumps around everywhere and makes zero sense, so I'm cutting it from the story; but I'm gonna leave it as the summary for context purposes! This is my first ever Kinktober event, and I'm super excited to have the chance to collab with my amazingly talented wives~! If you haven't yet, go check out the masterlist down below for our Coven Kinktober 2024 event and show these beautiful souls some well-deserved love! ◞ links ┊ ◜ syn's masterlist ✧ coven kinktober 2024 ◞

"Ah! Fuckin' bitch-! ... nnghh-!"

Adam's insults were cut short when the palm of your hand connected with the back of his head, and then his cheek when he pulled away from your slick folds. The sound of skin-on-skin contact rang in your ears, shortly followed by the breathless gasps that escaped your angel's throat when you roughly yanked on his ashy brown locks. Adam stared at you, a little bit of that condescending attitude he was famous for flickering in his honeyed eyes.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" you asked through gritted teeth, grip tight on his hair, forcing him to look up at you from his place between your thighs. Adam didn't answer - instead he only clicked his tongue in the mild defiance of your domineering position, to which you tugged his head further back until his throat was exposed. You dropped the book you had been reading prior to Adam disobeying your unspoken rule when he was in trouble - that your pleasure came first - and reached to drag a single pointed digit up his throat, then digging into the soft tissue beneath his chin.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Tch... no," Adam responded lowly and averted his gaze, only to have you press your nail further into his skin until his golden blood began to trickle down his neck and your finger.

"'No', what?"

"Fuck! No, miss! No, you didn't!" he hissed, eyes drifting back up to your displeased expression and swallowing hard when he saw you looking down your nose at him. He knew he fucked up the moment you raised a single brow, contempt flashing in your eyes as you yanked his head back even further, forcing him to look at the ceiling.

Shifting into an upright position, you held Adam's head in place with one hand and cupped his jaw with the other, squeezing his cheeks together. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," you spoke slowly, giving him one chance to correct the mistake he had made. "'No', what?" you repeated, earning another click of his tongue as he rolled his eyes at your question and opened his mouth to answer. "No, mistress, you didn't," he mumbled out the correct response.

You scoffed at the attitude Adam was giving you, the tip of your tongue pressed against your left fang. "You're being such a brat tonight," you stated, releasing his jaw and letting your hand travel down his neck to his sternum, relishing in the sudden intake of breath when your cold fingertips pinched his nipple. "Well, what the fuck did you expect? It's been over two hours n- OW! The fuck?! What the hell was that for?!" he asked, his cheek stinging from another slap to his face.

"Watch how you speak to me," you warned him, your hand moving up and stopping at his neck, your slender digits wrapping loosely around it. Adam caressed his flushed cheek, trying to focus more on the pain in his face rather than his crotch - his cock so embarrassingly hard and throbbing at your small display of dominance, his reddened tip angry and weeping from neglect.

You didn't know how lucky you were that Adam loved it when you were mean to him. He was a big guy, and strong; he could easily overpower your much smaller frame and take what he wanted, what he so desperately needed - but he'd figured out long ago that the angrier you were, the better you fucked him. Naturally, this led to him always acting out, more so whenever you were around, looking for new ways to piss you off, to see how far he could push you before you ultimately decided to tie him down and use him as your own personal sex toy.

"It fucking hurts, babe! I can't take this anymore!" he rubbed at the stubble on his chin, his other hand wrapping around your wrist and guiding it down in an attempt to get you to touch him, to jerk him off until he spilled his seed all over your hand. But you only smirked, swatting away his hand and pulling his head back again, leaning forward until your lips brushed against his ear.

"I didn't hear you use the safe word, babe," you whispered hotly, tone mocking as you parroted the pet-name he just used, teeth glancing his earlobe before you pulled away. Amusement danced within your eyes as you watched Adam open his mouth then close it again, repeating the process a couple of times in his futile search for a good enough rebuttal. He knew all he had to do was say the safe word and this would be over, the illusion shattered as he revoked every bit of the control he'd given you, all so he could fuck you stupid.

But there was just something so tantalizing about submitting himself to you and letting you do whatever you wanted to him, even if it meant going a solid month without any kind of release. The build-up was beyond painful, dreadful even, but the mind numbing, toe curling, jaw dropping euphoria that would come crashing down on him whenever you would reward him for his obedience was well worth the effort. And if he was successful in pissing you off? Well, that was just an added bonus.

"Come on! Stop being a bitch and fucking touch me already," Adam grumbled, not noticing the devious smirk that made its way onto your lips as you realized he must have forgotten this was a punishment.

"No, I don't think I will," you stated in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait- ... what?" he asked in disbelief, confusion setting in at your outright refusal to touch him now. He was so confident in his ability to manipulate you even from a submissive position since he'd been successful so many times before this, but he hadn't expected you to tell him no - tease him, maybe edge him a bit, but not this. This was new, and he had no idea how to respond. "The fuck you mean, 'no'?" he asked incredulously, watching as you picked up your book and began to read once more.

"Exactly that. No. You want to act like a brat? Fine," you started, looking over the top of your book at him. "Brats don't deserve to cum."

"Seriously?" Adam groaned, but when he couldn't find a single shred of mercy in your expression, he knew you were serious. "Okay, damn! I'm sorry, I'll be good!" he began to plead, attempting to move back between your legs and continue his messy slurping of your sweet, sweet pussy. But you stopped him, fingers lacing through his hair once more and holding him back, refusing to let him any closer. "It hurts so fucking bad, baby! Please- shit!" he whined, praying to anything and everything that his pleas would be heard, and you would show a little bit of mercy, rutting against the side of the bed in an attempt to alleviate the pain himself.

Adam was so close to saying the safe word, struggling against the vice grip you had on his brown strands, mouth hung open and eyes hazy with wanton desire. His hips began to stutter, his grinding against the plush fabric of your bed was enough to have him right on the cusp of a blissful release, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He fought the urge to grab your thighs and drag you to him, to fuck his calloused hand until he drained his balls of every last drop, to take away your pseudo control and give you a taste of your own medicine.

But the friction caused by his rutting provided him with just enough stimulation to continue on with this charade. Smiling wickedly behind the pages of your book, you snickered softly at the desperation now present in his voice and how he struggled against your hand. "Baby, please-! Let me cum, please just let me fucking cum, I'll do anything," he pled, having been reduced to nothing more than a whining mess, ready and willing to submit to your every whim on a promise.

"Why should I? Because you said 'please'? That's not how this works," you spoke, relenting in your efforts to hold him back by shoving his face between your legs and rolling your hips against his mouth as he began to lick and suck harshly on your clit. "You forget, Adam. I'm not- ... haahhh! ... here for your entertainment or your pleasure. I'm here for mine, and- ... nngh, fuck! ... And I really don't give a shit if you cum," you told him scornfully, your dramatic moaning making his cock twitch and sending electrical pulses up and down his spine.

"Please..." he whined, pressing his tongue flat against your core and rubbing harshly at your slick folds. "I'll behave, I promise."

And there it was. The sight you had been aiming for this entire time - that pathetic, defeated look on his face and whimpers of total submission escaping his throat. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from relinquishing control and letting Adam have his way with you. No, he needed to learn his lesson first.

"So polite all of a sudden..."

For once, Adam was silent as he gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, slinging both your legs over his shoulders and closing his eyes as he tried to focus solely on making you cum. "Fine, I'll go easy on you," you spoke, flipping to the next page of your book. Adam opened his eyes again to look up at you, a renewed hope shining brightly in his golden irises. "Go ahead, touch yourself," you urged him, turning your eyes back to the words written on the new page.

"Thank fucking god-!" Adam moaned against your dripping cunt, one of his hands immediately wrapping around his length and pumping furiously.

"But let's make things a little interesting," he heard you speak, and halted all movement, waiting for the stipulation he just knew you were about to add. He should have known it wasn't going to be that easy. It never was. Adam looked up at you, flicking his firm tongue over your pink nub a couple of times before he pulled back just enough to speak. "How?"

"If you can make me cum before I finish this chapter, I'll let you fuck me however you want," you told him, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him back when he began to suck on your clit. "Hey, don't be so hasty! You didn't let me finish," you warned him, your walls clenching around nothing when he whimpered yet again. You almost felt bad for how much you had neglected him - but Adam was the one with the real power here. All he had to do was say the magic word, and the dynamic would shift, and you would be the one begging him to let you cum.

"However, if you cum before I do, then I won't let you cum again tonight. I'll tie you up, and I'll play with you and tease you..." you started, loosening your grip on his hair and pushing the stray pieces back into place in a loving manner. "And I'll fuck myself on your cock until I lose count of how many times I cum, and you won't be able to do anything about it," you giggled innocently despite the wickedness of your statement, turning to continue reading as you spread your legs even further for Adam.

"Now then - better get to work, because I only have four pages left in this chapter."

There was no more fight left in him, he didn't care what kind of rules you set anymore. The only thing he knew and cared for in this moment was making you cum as fast as possible for the chance to have his way with you. Adam didn't think twice, diving right back in, lips attaching to your little pink nub and sucking harshly.

He alternated between sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue against it, to sliding it between your inner folds and dipping inside as far as it could go. Using his thumb to pull back your clitoral hood, he wrapped his other hand around his cock and stroked himself as carefully as possible.

Adam was trying not to get too close to the edge, but it was proving to be quite difficult considering how far you had pushed him already. He began to thrust forward, fucking his own hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his swollen cockhead, using the precum that dribbled out to stroke himself even faster.

"F-fuuuhh-!" he was becoming more and more desperate, moaning and whimpering against your heat, sucking and slurping, shaking his head up and down, side to side, drunk off the sounds you made despite your efforts to remain unbothered by his mouth.

Truth was, you were already close to an orgasm before you stopped him earlier, and the resulting hypersensitivity had you racing back to it so quickly that you didn't know if you could even finish the current page. "O-oh, god..." you whispered, trying to focus your attention on the words.

You couldn't concentrate, unable to process what you were reading, going over the same sentence again and again. At this point, you were only pretending to read, to maintain the illusion of dominance - but it was beginning to crack the closer he brought you to orgasm, the tighter that knot in the pits of your belly wound with each swipe of his tongue.

"Mmpphh- oh fuck you taste so fucking good, hoooh- ... holy shit!" he cried loudly, his cock twitching in anticipation when he noticed the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. Your plush walls clamped down on his tongue each time he dipped it inside your core, your hips gyrating against his mouth as you absentmindedly chased your release.

"Good boy, just like that..." you praised, running a hand through his hair, a gentleness in stark contrast with your earlier pulling. Adam ran two fingers between your folds, his mouth focusing on your puffy clit as he pushed in and curled them, massaging your velvety walls and rubbing that one spot you always had trouble reaching with your own hand.

He was beginning to lose rhythm, hips stuttering as he fucked his own hand, his muscles tensing expectantly as that knot wound tighter and tighter. Struggling to hold his orgasm back for the nth time, Adam had to stop pumping his shaft when he managed to elicit a moan from you, his grip firm around the base of his dick in an effort to keep from blowing his load all over the bedside.

"That's it, baby, cum for me..." he murmured, the wet sloppy sound of your cunt music to his ears, barely hanging on by a thread when you pressed your heels against his wings, rubbing the golden feathers as best you could with your toes from this angle.

"God-!" you cried, having forgotten entirely about the book with how tight your muscles flexed and the speed with which your release was approaching.

"O-oh fuck, fuck, I'm gonna-!"

A few seconds later and you were doing exactly what he was begging you to do, throwing your head back and clenching your eyes shut as you came, your fluids gushing out, coating his face and tongue and the bedding you were laying on. Adam eagerly drank up every single drop, slurping loudly and delivering a few last kitten licks to your oversensitive bud, your thighs trembling and instinctively trying to close around his head.

Chest heaving, you let your body relax not long after Adam pulled away and wiped his face, not caring one bit that he didn't wait for permission to climb on top of you and nestle himself between your legs, guiding his fat cock to your slick entrance. Without hesitation or warning, Adam thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you with a single motion, stretching you wide open, his jaw dropping at the highly anticipated sensation of your plush walls enveloping him, easily molding to the shape of his cock.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can't wait anymore!" Adam cried, needy and desperate, retracting his hips a couple of inches only to slam right back in. "Fucking need you, just let me fuck you, please-!" he moaned, his breathing nothing more than a string of stuttering gasps, his pudgy belly slapping against yours with every thrust. The loud smacking sound of sweaty skin filled the room as he chased that high, mesmerized by the way your tits bounced in tandem with the brutal pace he wasted no time in setting.

Staring up at him, you brought one hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down until you could press your forehead against his. "That's it, baby, that's it, fucking use me-!" you whispered, your breath mixing with his, your walls fluttering around his cock as he pounded into you at an inhuman pace. A deep groan rumbled within his chest when he felt your already tight walls clench around him, attempting to milk him for all that he was worth.

"Adam, fuck, baby," you called his name, earning a drawn-out whine from the man above you as he moved to bury his face in the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You could see he was unravelling fast, and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck, keep saying my name like that..." he begged, pulling away and glancing down at the place your bodies were connected.

Adam's hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts and massaging each one roughly, moving south moments later until he was grabbing hold of your hips, his thumb grazing over the tattoo of his name scrawled across your left hip.

He repositioned himself, kneeling on the bed now and lifting the lower half of your body off the bed, jerking it up and down roughly, matching his thrusts as his moaning began to rise in pitch the closer he got to his release. He was so drunk off the way your walls gripped him tight, pulling him in deeper and deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with every movement and your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

"O-oh my god, oh my fucking god, 'm gonna cum! G-gonna fucking cum- h-hah, fuck!" Adam babbled, pulling out completely and replacing the feel of your walls with his hand, squeezing tightly as he used your essence to greedily fist his aching cock. "W-where do you want it? Fucking tell me," he begged, his belly flexing as his body jerked forward, using every ounce of what little willpower he had left to hold on long enough for you to answer.

"Inside, cum inside me, Adam-!" you begged, and Adam was more than happy to oblige.

"God, baby, you're killing me," he rasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he moved back to you sopping cunt, a couple short ropes of his cum shooting out and landing on your folds just before he slipped back inside, resuming his brutal pace, determined to fuck you through his high right into another orgasm. "Anything for you babe, I'll give you whatever you want, whatever you fucking want-!" he promised as the full force of his release came crashing down on him, inhaling sharply and holding it as he spilled his hot seed deep within your core.

"Yes, yes, yes-! A-Adam, fuck-! Right there! Don't stop!" your walls clamped down on his twitching shaft when he moved his hand between your bodies and began rubbing fast harsh circles on your clit, the knot in your belly snapping for the second time as your fluids spilled around his cock and dripped down his thighs, soaking the bedding beneath you. "Hngh! Ngh! Nngh-!" he grunted, each one punctuated by a sharp thrust, his cum spilling out around him and leaving a thick white ring at the base of his cock.

Adam gave a few more thrusts before he began to slow down, soon coming to a complete halt as he began to soften inside you. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the bed right next to your head, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, massaging soothing circles into your hips where he knew he had been holding you too tight. "Fuck..." he whispered, turning to press feather like kisses to the side of your neck and ear.

You wrapped one arm around his torso, tracing the tips of your fingers over the joint of his wing and shoulder, your other hand resting lightly on his upper arm. Soft whimpers escaped his throat at the overall sensitivity of his whole body, shuddering as your nails raked through the ruffled golden feathers. Eventually, Adam pulled out of you completely and moved to lay on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling. "Holy shit..." he mumbled, closing his eyes in pure bliss.

A couple minutes go by with the two of you laying there in silence, muscles relaxing as you came down from your highs, basking in the afterglow of your shared release. Adam breathed a sigh of relief, the excruciating pain in his cock now nothing more than a dull ache as the remnants of his cum leaked from his tip.

The calmness and serenity of the scene didn't last much longer though when you moved to straddle his waist, his eyes shooting open and his hands immediately grabbing hold of your hips when you began to grind down on his semi-erect length, hissing in both pleasure and pain from the overstimulation and making his hips jerk back. "F-fucking hell, what are you doin'!?" Adam started, swallowing hard a couple seconds later when he saw the devious smirk on your sweat covered face.

"Oh, my sweet angel. I hope you don't think we're done yet."

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yurislilygarden · 1 year ago

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ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self aware and first thoughts about reader! part 1

ʚїɞ Alastor and Lucifer Morningstar

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just about 1.7k

ʚїɞ I planned for all hotel characters first but then I realized how much I'm thinking on each paragraph and its details that I decided to just do 2-3 charas per part😭

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch.

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

ALASTOR

Irritation with a hint of madness.

His first thoughts about the situation would be how ironic it is that he seeks entertainment for himself while his own person, no, character, was a source of entertainment for whatever was watching them from time to time. It was quite ironic how he said that his face was made for radio when the truth couldn't be further from that. He was literally created solely to be watched on that funny colored box by… whatever was watching him and the others.

He was irritated at not noticing that something was wrong immediately, now he thinks about how blind he was, how obvious everything was. The city is actually quiet, too quiet when the noise and demons aren't needed, when they're not meant to be heard. Nothing actually happened that one time when he was out for a fix of his coat, it just got magically fixed, he went and came back when someone else decided he was to do so. They didn’t have much actual free will when he thought about it and that's what he was mad about. He thought that his deal was a massive problem to him, oh how wrong he was because the problem was you.

He doesn't know how he or the others didn't notice the small, glowing butterfly flying above their heads from time to time. They couldn't be that blind, could they? The little crystal thing (could he break it?) must have done something to be unnoticed for so long. He wondered how long they were watched for, the little thing above their heads seemed to be speaking sometimes, seemingly knowing what would happen… at least he thought so, the words would cut out so often that he was left with a pure guess at one point.

He didn't want to accept that he wasn't real, that he was just a 2D character with the sole purpose of entertaining someone. He was meant to be the one entertained, not you. But he couldn't actually do anything, could he? For sure not until more of the people he knew were aware.

That's also something that he noticed. When it came to the hotel staff and guests, he seemed to be the only one who realized the situation at first. It took a few times of some events repeating before he noticed that someone else from the hotel was noticing the little crystal butterfly above their heads as well.

Alastor seemed to be the first, or one of the very first people who noticed that something was wrong. He wasn't sure if someone realized before him, and if they did then who, but he was somewhat glad that he could finally discuss the topic at least a little once the other hotel patrons found out about the truth. He isn't one to really open up in any way, but this was a matter where he had to communicate with the others.

You. He didn’t know what to think of you at first. He did see you in a more negative light at first, under many emotions hitting him at once which he hated but after he calmed down, he started thinking. At first, he was sure you were some sick person seeking entertainment from the suffering of others, and yeah he was doing pretty much the same, but were you really alike when he wasn’t even real and you were? He was pretty sure that he’s never gonna get used to saying that.

Over time, when he stopped overthinking (he’s gonna deny that he was doing that till the day of his 2nd death), he noticed a few changes. The less negative his posture and thoughts were about you, even if neutral, the more he was able to find out. Alastor was able to pick up more than a few words whenever you talked, he was able to hear you talking clearly enough to recognize a possible gender, and something he wasn’t sure that he wanted to think about, it was way easier to pick up your emotions in your words.

I feel like he would be more lenient towards you if it turned out you were a female (or identified as one), but that would be the mama’s boy inside of him talking. There wouldn’t be too many differences of course, but those who spent enough time around him would be able to tell there's a difference after finding out your gender if it turned out you weren’t a man (again, not too much but it IS noticeable).

He would go from lowkey hating you at first to being mostly neutral with a hint of positive light as you seemed to do nothing but watch, up until later on when everyone is self-aware as well and would talk about the whole thing. Only then would the feelings towards you, the little watcher, as he first called you, turn more positive.

LUCIFER

Massive inner conflict and a complete mix of emotions

He didn’t know what to think. It was hard to comprehend that he didn’t actually live for as long as he thought, that all the things that supposedly happened, in fact never were even close to happening, they were just… a scripted past.

Was all his suffering for nothing? Was it there just to entertain someone? Did those things who watched them enjoy seeing them sad and hurt? He was simply lost on what to think about the whole situation, it wasn't something that he could prepare himself for in any way beforehand.

He was disappointed in himself for not noticing immediately or at least faster that something was not right. He's the literal King of hell! Even if… only in a show apparently… but he still is. No one better say anything about that because he's already on the brink of a yet another breakdown. He cannot take much more.

Should he try doing something about this? Or should he stay quiet and go with the script as he's supposed to? He wasn’t sure about the answer himself and had no one to answer his questions. The thought that what he thought were eons of life was actually a lie was… a little terrifying. Who knows just how much can someone force them to do without caring for their opinions because they don’t know that he and the others are aware of everything now, how much can you cause without their consent? He wasn’t sure if you or anyone else knew about them being self-aware or not.

He would actually try to ignore the little butterfly whenever he would see it, but at the same time, many questions were swirling in his mind.

Why were you around? Did you like to see them suffering? Did you have any control over what you saw? Did you have some sort of control over them? Did you have plans regarding them? Did you-

Yeah, again, he has a lot of questions and absolutely zero answers.

His personal feelings about you were all around at first. Not sure whether he should hate, dislike, or be generally negative about you, be more neutral, or be on the more positive side, especially since you didn't seem to do anything but watch them. Like it's all that you could do when it comes to them, but he couldn't be 100% sure.

Similarly to Alastor, he would be one of the characters who noticed something wrong on the first watch of the show before becoming self-aware quite soon after that. I don't think he, nor Alastor, would notice the other knows too fast, since both try to act like nothing's wrong around others. He did not want to be just a 2D character, something to be watched on a screen. It was… humiliating, in his eyes. He could tell that Charlie and the others weren't aware of anything at first so he didn't speak about it until later on when he was sure that they came to their senses, as he would like to say.

He wondered how long were you actually there before he, or anyone else, started to see or notice you, especially since he could literally hear you. Both as the small insect and the occasional words he was able to pick up. And that's if he was to forget the butterfly was literally, softly fucking glowing. Yeah, they're all blind.

I think that if you’re on the younger side, (which technically is any age a human can be alive at compared to him lmao) he would be a little softer, especially if you're similar to his daughter in character. It would come from the paternal side of his, you would probably remind him of Charlie so much :(

He would be more on the negative side at first, as much as he wishes he didn't straight up assume how you were as a person, it took some time but he went into the more neutral zone before being positive about you after being able to hear more of you talking, as he was able to at least have more idea about your character and wasn't completely clueless like at the start.

Your nickname also got changed to something else, something cuter over time, as Alastor’s name for you, little watcher, was deemed not good enough by everyone (Lucifer's words)

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