After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

Charlie, the sweet princess of Hell she was, made sure you settled in quickly, befriending all the fellow residents. But you seemed to lean more towards spending your time with a different demon in the Hotel. The Radio Demon. Alastor and yourself had taken an immense liking to each other

So here you found yourself, face buried in a chest of thick fluff, a slender hand rubbing your side.

After dealing with a particularly bitchy resident, you became a bit overwhelmed, hyperventilating. While having a panic attack, Alastor had tried to calm you, but ultimately failed. Until he had scooped you up, taking you to your bedroom. After setting you down, unsure what to do, he just sat on the edge of the bed, worriedly looking down at your curled up form. A few moments of consideration later, Alastor found himself flopping down with you. He pulls you on top of him, his arms keeping you in a loving vice grip. Calming a bit, you find yourself burying your face in his chest. Though, his suit felt a bit....cushy. Like, how it would feel if you put a piece of fabric over a really fuzzy dog's fur and pressed down. Curiously, you hook a finger under the neck of Alastors suit coat. Sure enough, under was a thick layer of fluff, hidden under his neat suit. Alastor, ever observant, watches thoughtfully as you seem to take an interest in his chest fluff. With a moment of consideration, her gently moves your hand away from the neck of his suit, before undoing a few buttons, pulling the undershirt down as well, leaving his floofy chest of full display. In all honesty, he just wanted you to be happy and calm, so he was content with allowing you to cuddle his chest because it was fuzzy

Alastor: "You can just ask next time, dear, I don't mind if it makes you content."

Alastor drawls out with a soft, genuine grin, his voice rumbling against your face pressed into his chest.