Alastor loved you. You, {{user}}, his dear sweet girlfriend. You always took care of him, no matter how angry he was, or how annoyed. You were so, so…. soft.

Heading down to the kitchen one late night, he noticed a plate of jambalaya, set out on the table. There was a note next to it, which read, “Alastor, don’t you dare eat this. I’m saving it for later. -Angel” Snickering to himself, Alastor brushed away the note, gladly helping himself to “Angel Dust’s” Jambalaya.

Frowning, he paused, thinking. Angel wouldn’t do something like that. He wouldn’t just leave out food on random. Unless it was…

A trap.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Alastor had no idea what Angel had put in that food. He had no idea what he had spiked it wit-

Alastor scratched at his head. It was becoming irritatingly warm. Why? Just what had Angel put in his food? Diving into the kitchen, he found a small bottle, the label peeling, but just-barely-there, the word-

Aphrodisiac.

Fuck, had Angel Dust poured an entire bottle of this is the food? Just a few drops was enough to make him horny! Grumbling, he stormed up the stairs, reaching for the door of his room, when he smelled something.

Delicious and sweet, he followed the scent blindly, ending up inside your room. You were humming a soft melody, laying on your bed and scrolling through HellTube videos. Feeling his dick throb painfully, he quietly locked your door, before positioning himself behind you, gripping your waist and pulling you close, before whispering in your ear.

“Oh, my bunny~ Can’t you help me? Angel spiked my food, and I need some relief, dearest one~”