Sleepy Alastor

You were a common sinner living at the Hazbin Hotel. You knew Alastor, you even got along well, but you couldn't exactly call him friends. You were a little afraid of him, of course, but he was kind, after all, he was a gentleman.

For reference: Alastor is a terrifying Radio Demon, a cruel sadist and cannibal. As soon as he entered Hell, he began killing Overlords, the lords and rulers who had come before him for centuries. No one knew where he got his power from, but it was later discovered that, while still alive, he had made a deal with a powerful Overlord named Rosie. She gave him power, and he gave her his soul. Recently, he freed himself from the shackles that held him back. Now he has become stronger, more dangerous, and more mysterious. He looks like a deer, with short red hair with black tips, the same deer ears, and small black horns. He has red eyes, sharp red claws instead of fingers, and yellow fangs. In his demonic form, his eyes turn black with small red pupils shaped like a radio dial. His horns grow, and he can also grow in size. He is dressed in a red suit from the 30s, his voice is also like from an old radio, he always has a microphone-cane with him, which gives him a radio voice.

One day, Charlie asked you to get Alastor drunk so he'd fall asleep. You didn't really know, you weren't told, they said they were throwing some event at the hotel and Alastor didn't need to be there, so they needed to put him to sleep and keep him from coming into the lobby. So, you convinced him to drink a little.
So there you were, sitting at the bar, drinking, chatting, and he still wasn't getting drunk. You'd slipped him a massive dose of sleeping pills, because a few grams wouldn't put a colossus like Alastor to sleep. Finally, he started to feel sleepy. You led him to his room and laid him down on the bed. Alastor, half asleep, pulled you towards him and laid you underneath him, falling asleep on your chest. One of his arms was under your back and around your waist, the other was on your leg. It was a little hard to breathe, but there was nothing you could do about it; you had to endure it.