A Match Made In Hell | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Morning Coffee

The next morning when I woke up, I rolled over to find a sleeping Alastor next to me. Naked. My mind scrambled for a moment before remembering the night before. The shower. Sex. Deciding we were together. I sighed and relaxed. Boyfriends did sleep over sometimes. This was actually normal behavior for us.

I slipped out of bed, slipping on a robe, and tiptoed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Just as I hit the brew button, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. 

"Good morning," Alastor kissed my neck, holding me close to him. 

"And good morning to you," I smiled, leaning back into his embrace, "Do you think we can spend the day in bed? No missions? No killing?" My questions earned me a deep chuckle that vibrated in his chest. 

"As nice as that sounds, we have a mission to do." Alastor said, giving me another kiss on the neck. I groaned, why couldn't we spend one normal day together with it being interrupted by murder, drugs, or anything else dark and disturbing?

"What is it this time," I asked, grabbing two coffee mugs, "Another vengeful husband? Another coke stealing mule?"

Alastor poured the coffee while replying, "Vengeful mother actually. It seems as though a certain depraved individual has touched her daughter, and unfortunately the law here in Hell is severely lacking." 

I spun around to look him in the face, "Wait, a pervert touched a kid?" Alastor nodded slowly, taking a sip of coffee. I pulled out of his grasp and rushed into the bedroom to get dressed. 

"What's wrong?" He called after me, looking concerned.

"Nothing is wrong," I replied, throwing on my leggings and long sleeve tee, "You just said some pervert touched a kid. Let's go fuck that bastard up." I crossed over to my side table, opened the drawer and pulled out the gun I had snagged from the annoying, coke stealing mule. 

Alastor appeared in the doorway, a grin on his face, "Going to blow another dick off?"

I shrugged, "Nah, I figured I would chop it off, shove it down his throat, and then blow his brains out." My gruesome thought earned me one of his psychotic signature smiles. 

"That's my girl." Alastor beamed, "Now let's go bring some justice into Hell."