(Author: What am I doing with my life?)
Here's the lemon (this is my first time so, sorry if it's bad)
(sorry if your not a guy, ill make a female Y/n for another book, however i hate this chapter, and maybe feature a cross over)
(If you do want that, then what genders do you want the characters to be?)
(+ please tell me this makes sense, i will edit this chapter after to make it better anyways)
Y/n was sleeping from Alastor's bed from the night before . The room was unfamiliar, but the scent of his pillow drenched in Alastor's perfume.
Alastor shuffled out of bed, ready to do this, whilst you were still asleep, she was at her radio desk turning on the podcast, she knew what she was doing, whilst you were still asleep, Alastor knew that you would've noticed she was going to be missing so she needed a distraction for you.
She wakes up Angel quietly by whispering into his ear
Al: Heyy~ Angel, you want Y/n to fuck you senselessly~
Angel: Are you fucking with me?
As he does that little giggle he normally does
Angel: Sure why not, i wanna test the poor virgin how easily we could break 'em
She walked out quietly into Angels room and quickly teleported him into her last sleeping spot, making you cuddle him
She was returning popular once more and now with a human in hell, this might make her powerful by fame and lust
Meanwhile:
Y/n: "Mmm..." He rubbed his eyes and looked around, remembering the wild night before.
You left (who you think) 'Alastor' in bed
The smell of smoke and sulfur lingering in the air added to his confusion. Was he still dreaming? Is he really in hell?
As he walked, he noticed a faint whispering sound, like a stream of voices murmuring at once. The hairs on his arms stood on end.
When he finally found the bathroom, he locked the door behind him and splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror and saw a dishevelled mess. His normally neat hair was sticking out in all directions, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Y/n: Fucking hell, I look like a nightmare
