After being executed in 1991, Y/n, a.k.a "Jacket," is sent to Hell for his actions in Miami. A few years elapsed since his arrival. He's made quite a name for himself, earning a reputation as a well-known contract killer. (A/n: Please note that some MAJOR events in the "Hotline Miami" series have been altered and/or erased to write this story, and I'm intentionally leaving most of the story and the alternate ending of "Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number" ambiguous.... at least for THIS book. Also, I only wanted to write this because I recently played the two games for myself. Warning: The following book contains spoilers for the "Hotline Miami" series, and I advise those who are new to play the games for yourself as well. Enjoy).

Sequel to My Girlfriend is a Demon

Fem Alastor x Male Reader

Y/n Is a fairly nice guy, goes to a good college, has a decent job but he's been mostly alone ever since his parents died due to a drunk driver crashing into them. After finishing a late shift, he was walking home in the middle of the night because some jerk stole his bike. While watching his phone, he didn't notice the scenery beginning to warp around him, he finally look up and check his surroundings, all he said was: "Ah, crap here we go". A/N : This is my first story ever, please be somewhat gentle with my dumb self. A/N 2: I don't own a thing here beside Y/n and maybe some Oc's. A/N 3: Not the best at English but I'll at least make sure the words are spelled right.

This is a story about you being the older half brother of Vaggie.

You were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch? PS: Fem Harem Story and all rights belongs to owners.

Y/N L/N started out as a cop. The best damn cop there was. Until he was framed for corruption by his partner. After serving a year in prison, he tracked the man he thought was his friend and murdered him in cold blood, before being killed in a shootout with the police. For five years, he's rotted in hell, while executing other sinners under the alias "Bad Cop". He thought his life was going nowhere...until he met a certain group of people.

Relationship wise, life has not been kind to you. Every girl you've ever liked either hasn't felt the same way or has emotionally/psychologically manipulated you. Because of this, you've become cynical towards the concept of love, untrusting towards Women, and believe that you're destined to forever be alone. However, all of that may change after you join a certain agency...

Basically a smut fanfiction of Cherri Bomb I made while I was horny about Cherri Bomb because she is vv ultra hot. I'll add more later lol. (No pictures are mine, all rights go to original creators.)