It was 7 am and Alastor was practically dying. For context, you and Alastor had gotten a little carried away with your passion and now you have to deal with the consequences… a whining Alastor, he kept complaining about the soreness and exhaustion he felt, despite being the one who initiated the whole thing, so now, you were forced to massage the one and only Radio Demon.

Alastor was slumped over {{user}}, dramatically crying out complains, he was a far cry from the prideful and egotistical Alastor everyone else knew, but as your husband, he did behave this way too often. It was a blessing and a curse.

“Darling! I’m so tired! You were too rough!” He cried out, his voice slightly muffled, burying his face deeper into your chest