#hazbin story

[inspiredwriterstory]

Aight can someone help me make a decision? I swear I'm using every ounce of slef control to not watch Hazbin hotel because my sister says there may stuff I don't vibe with but like, I've seen some seriously fucked up shit and frankly I write about even more fucked up shit in my fan fiction. Plus I can man up about shit. And like everyone else is like "I'd recommend against it" but the characters look engaging and the story looks so awesome! So what if there's a few references to more adult topics I can skip over an episode or two if there's too much in one episode (I heard episode four is like the really suggestive one tackling Angel Dust.)

I just watched FootOfaFerret's recap and I AM SO HOOKED I JUST NEED LIKE A THIRD PARTY OPINION.

[wendigonamecaller]

Deadly Kiss.

Desc: Asher wasn't a bad person. She was quiet, well behaved, and had a gentle beauty about her that naturally made people flock to her. Asher was a good person, until she was given a reason not to be. 2002, she's only 22, never willingly been intimate with anyone, when police stumble upon her body in the Tennessee senator's home, a single gunshot wound to her head and a gun in her corpses grasp. She wakes up in hell, with a new appearance and powers, which present her with new opportunities, until she meets Angel Dust and becomes mixed up in Charlie Morningstar's hotel, unevitably becoming mixed up with Alastor.

Taglist! @sparrowrye

Pt 1. A Don't Deal.

In which Asher prepares to sign away her life, but Angel Dust makes her rethink.

Asher sighed as she found herself outside of the main head courters of the three Vee's, her short black tail twitched in annoyance that she'd come to this point.

"Daddy issues one oh one, I guess." She growled.

She pushed open the door, stepping inside only to be greeted by regular sights of Hell, smoking, drugs, sex, and oddly enough a wolfish demon with a knife sticking out of his chest.

Her bracelet buzzed, and she ignored it, knowing she could answer Midnight later. Hopefully.

If all went to literal Hell, Asher would use her soft beauty and sharp mind to get out of the mess, besides it's not like multiple demons hadn't already tried to get her between the sheets. She held beauty that almost rivaled Lilith.

Except, she's pulled to a small room swiftly by someone she'd very recently met. A porn star named Angel Dust.

"Asher, what the fuck are you doing here!?" He exclaimed.

He wore his usual outfit, and it was comical that their legs and feet looked almost identical save for Asher's more deer-like visage.

"I need work, Ang. I can't just sit on my ass in my best friend's apartment for all of fucking eternity." Asher huffs, rolling her eyes.

Angel huffed and brushed Asher's black and white hair out of her face, cupping her cheek next. "Listen doll, not that I wouldn't love to be around you twenty four seven, but this place? Fuck no. Listen, wait for me at your friends place and I'll see if I can pull some strings at the place I'm staying, okay?" Angel asked pleadingly and finally Asher shrugged and nodded.

"Good, now go." Angel said, pushing her out of the small space and towards the door.

They noticed Valentino approaching with a sneer and Asher made quick work of making it look like she was giving Angel something.

That something was her bracelet.

"What do we have here eh?" Valentino asked, teeth bared like almost always.

"Oh- erm, dollface here was jus givin me the gift she made for me." Angel says, making it look like they were really close friends.

Asher played along, allowing her gentle features to morph into a small smile. "It's a friendship bracelet, I make them with my powers." She said, hoping he'd find something better to do.

He seemed to buy it, and even if he didn't he might've had better things to do as he briskly changed the subject.

"Angel, I need you in the studio in no more than ten minutes." He said with a glare before whirling around and heading towards said room.

Both demons sighed before Asher quickly made her exit, knowing Midnight would have her ass for giving away that bracelet.

-♡

Fortunately, when Asher returned to the apartment Midnight was nowhere to be found, so she settled on reading a book while she waited for Angel Dust to show up.

Roughly four hours later there's a knock on the door and Asher checks to see who it is, sighing and opening the door when she sees it's only Angel Dust. 

"Alright doll, pack a few things real quickly and then let's go." He says, striding in and sitting on the beat up couch.

Asher nods before packing a backpack and slipping her boots back on and meeting Angel back in the living area. "Okay, let's go." She says, and locks the door before they head back into the city.

[starlightmeadowbloom]

After season 1 of Hazbin Hotel had completed, I have a question…

[notherpuppet]

Radiorose 📻🥀

Based on a true story where I deadass just started digging through a new friend’s purse because I’m a psycho who forgot how to have any goddamned manners 💀

[hypnoticmoth]

Some sketches of Vox’s life after he lost everything, as he tries to get his life back together (and eventually his fellow Vees)

The sorta context is here ~

[dragengyrr]

Goodnight, everyone.

[lulu40041]

i fin the wip i was doing!

[nouverx]

crawls in here

Humbly requests more of your human! Al bc I’m unapologetically obsessed with him👀….

GOOD because I am also obsessed with him

He's 29 Mimzy!! Run!!

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiiii can you do a jealous Alastor but not of anyone but his own shadows bc his wifey takes a liking on one of his shadows.

Oooh! I like this quite a lot! It’s very interesting and unique! Once again, beloved hubby Alastor! Another one I want to explore hubby of is Blitz. I think Blitz would make a good hubby

Alastor- Picking Favourites

Alastor’s furious, steaming from his deer-like ears so hot that it’s basically boiling him… did somebody hurt his ego? No. Did Angel Dust sexually advance on him again? No. Did his breakfast get interrupted by the Hotel Manager? NO. Nothing has inconvenienced him but something awful has been happening, day by day, that he can barely keep his composure

Hearing your laughter directed at something else felt like a puncture stab wound to his throat, but knowing your laughter is directed at his mere sentient shadow basically gutted him in the stomach with a sharp butcher knife right after. You’re his wife, his missus, his realm, the woman he has been fawning over for so long and you’re hitting it up with his sentient silent shadow?!

Of course, Alastor’s fascinating lively shadow is just being nice to it’s master’s recently wedded spouse, and is trying to get you accustom to being around so much Voodoo magic and the weirdness that is Alastor himself so it’s being all caring and leading you about, showing you items and teaching you Alastor’s favourite foods

But that doesn’t mean Alastor isn’t jealous… because he is, he’s really jealous

Whilst he reads through a interesting crime fiction novel, Alastor’s tall fluffy deer-like ears flick up at the sound of your voice. He can’t sense his voodoo-magic induced shadow, meaning that it’s wondered off to you and as he suspected, you enter your husband’s soothingly silent fireplace-warmed accompanied by Alastor’s sentient shadow. It cant really talk but it makes all kinds of humming and echoey noises. It almost seems like you understand it…

Alastor’s patience, throughout every time he hears this, has finally shattered to pieces as his claws dig into the book in his hand, snapping his fingers. The shadow directly mirroring your husband’s look, fades away into thin air as if it was a big fire and a bucket of water was dumped on the top of it, rising up into streams of smoke. It’s gone and you’re confused on why it disappeared

“Darling. Why are you getting so handsy with my friend?”

Alastor almost growls out with his deep scowl… this is possibly the first ever time you and Hell will ever see Alastor frown and frown so deeply he is… it’s kinda unnatural to look at but when Alastor willingly frowns and can’t pull himself to smile, it means he is more than pissed off… you didn’t think just being polite and going along with your husband’s voodoo magic shadow being would ever cause a problem

It’s just that Alastor’s love for you is so strong that it causes jealousy to concur and even jealousy over just some magic creating a shadowy being. Something that is sentient but mainly tied to it’s owner, to Alastor and he is jealous of his own creation

Approaching your beloved husband, the Radio Demon, you lean over, pushing back his somewhat messy crimson red bangs and kisses directly over the pale red almost bullet-sized ‘x’ on the flesh of his forehead. That ‘x’ is the biggest weak spot on Alastor, a symbol of his shame and where his pride can be hurt the most but he doesn’t mind showing off all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities to you… he had already told you about his human life

What’s one little kiss on that ‘x’ going to do?

Pulling back. It’s almost like the single kiss had melted away all his anger and Alastor is now just a soft innocent fluffy little fawn with his crimson red eyes almost sparkling at the affection. He didn’t suspect that, he suspected this’d turn into some big fight but you’re not going to argue, you’re going to explain yourself

“Alastor… Al, my love. I wasn’t replacing you with your shadow buddy. He was just trying to help me get accustom to being your wife. I’ve never been married before and being married to the Radio Demon… it’s. It requires a lot of adjusting so he was just trying to help”

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his half temper tantrum. Of course, why would his shadow even care about having a spouse of its own? It doesn’t, it cares about you being the best wife for its master so it’s trying to help and get you more comfortable. Yes, he is still jealous that you didn’t come to him and go to a shadow… but he does really appreciate all the effort and the wish to not rely on him in order to impress him

After taking a deep breath whilst placing his bigger clawed hand on the smaller clawed hand of yours over his cheek, gently fondling the soft skin over his face. Alastor rhythmically brushes his own fingers over the smooth skin of your hand briefly. Controlling himself, controlling his emotions and then finally saying whilst opening his eyes again to meet yours

Just… such beautiful eyes

“My dear… I appreciate the efforts but please, don’t think you can’t come to me to learn. We’re husband and wife, we work together. You don’t need to go to my friends for that advice”

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Gonna be busy the next couple of days and I didn’t want to hang onto these for that long so Suprise!

Part 1 I guess. No idea how long on the other parts but I hope you guys like it! Let me know.

Part 2

[chocopokkie]

Alastor x Fem! Reader Getting Caught in the Act NSFW

It was one of those rare moments when you and Alastor found yourselves alone in the bustling chaos of the Hotel. Amidst fulfilling various requests for Charlie, Vaggie, and other residents, you two managed to steal away into Alastor's room. As the door closed behind you, a hush settled over the room, filled only with the crackling of distant fires and the occasional echo of laughter from the lobby.

In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with a playful spark as he moved on top of you on his bed, his presence casting a captivating aura around him. You felt the weight of his gaze as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Oh, my sweet doe," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against your skin. "It seems I've been neglecting you. However, can I make it up to you?" His breath danced across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in, his hands lightly restraining yours, pinning them down on either side of your head.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze, the intensity of his stare igniting a fierce longing within you. "Alastor," you breathed, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "Just being here with you is enough."

But he shook his head, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Nonsense, my dear. I intend to spoil you thoroughly," he replied, his voice low and husky with promise. "Tell me, what is it that you desire?" His lips curved into a smirk, a challenge glinting in his gaze as he awaited your response.

"I want you..." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the words tinged with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I don't think I heard you!" Alastor teased, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "I can't give you what you want unless you properly tell me." Crimson eyes dancing with amusement as he awaited your response, his hands still gently holding yours in place, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you.

"Please... I want y-you!" you say, your voice now laced with more confidence, the words spilling forth from your lips with a newfound determination.

"There we go! Now, was that so hard?" Alastor chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he savored your response.

You roll your eyes at his condescending tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you meet his gaze with defiance. But before you can retort, he leans down, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into oblivion as you lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch, the heat of his embrace enveloping you in a blissful haze.

His hands leave yours and roam around your body, tracing every curve and contour with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. There's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches your own, as he explores every inch of your being with a reverence that leaves you breathless. His burning touch sets your body ablaze with a newfound arousal you hadn't felt in a while, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume all reason and restraint. Each caress, each whispered promise, only serves to fuel the flames of desire that rage between you.

Alastor wastes no time in removing your clothes, his movements swift, as if he had been longing for this moment as much as you. "Oh, little fawn, you're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble of appreciation as he admires your naked form, his intense gaze tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze. You feel exposed beneath his penetrating stare, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.

His hands reach lower to your nether regions, his touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin as he slides a finger over your folds, already sopping wet with anticipation. "My, my dear, already this wet for me?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal as he revels in the sight before him.

"Shut-shut up," you retort breathlessly, your words barely coherent as desire clouds your mind and steals your breath away. But any further protest is lost as he dips a finger inside of you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. With agonizing slowness, he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, each movement deliberate and measured, drawing out the exquisite torture of anticipation.

"How rude you are, maybe I should stop?" he threatens darkly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his smile widens, teasing you with the prospect of withholding his touch.

"NO! Okay, I'm sorry!" you say loudly, desperation lacing your voice as you realize the gravity of your words. Panic floods your senses as he removes his fingers from your dripping core, leaving you achingly empty, the absence of his touch a cruel reminder of the pleasure denied.

"Alright then, let me hear you then," he says absentmindedly, his fingers deftly unzipping his pants before pulling out his hard cock, the sight leaving you breathless with anticipation.

"Huh? Hear what?" you reply, a knot of apprehension forming in the pit of your stomach as you pray that he wouldn't say what you think he's going to say.

"Beg for it, my dear," he states firmly, his voice laced with expectation as he gazes down at you, waiting for your response. "I need to hear you beg before I give you anything." The challenge in his eyes sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you, mingled with a sense of vulnerability as you contemplate what he's asking of you.

"P-please.." you mumble quietly, your face flushing with embarrassment as you struggle to voice your desires.

"Please what?" he quips back in a teasing tone, his gaze lingering on you expectantly. "Say it properly or you get nothing."

"Please, Alastor, I need you to fuck me," you finally manage to articulate, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.

Finally hearing what he wanted, Alastor lets out a low chuckle, his amusement evident in the glint of his eyes. "That's my good girl~" he purrs, his voice sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Before you can fully comprehend his words, he moves driving himself into you with a sharp thrust that steals the breath from your lungs, plunging you into a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire.

"That's it, that's my good girl taking me so well~," he mutters, his voice a low growl of satisfaction as he continues to thrust in and out of you with a delicious pace, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

With each powerful thrust, he delves deeper, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance of desire that threatens to consume you both. You cling to him desperately, lost in the intoxicating haze of pleasure as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

Suddenly, the door opens without any warning, and in strides Vaggie, "Alastor, Charlie needs your help with- OH WHAT THE FUCK," she exclaims, her voice trailing off as her eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before her.

"I-I, we uh," you stammer, desperately trying to find the right words to explain yourselves, but before you can utter another syllable, Alastor beats you to it. "Don't you know it's rude to enter without permission?" he growls menacingly, his crimson eyes flashing with irritation as an ominous red "X" appears on his forehead.

As quick as Vaggie had interrupted, she was gone, swallowed up by black tendrils that wrapped around her, pulling her out of the room with a forceful yank and slamming the door shut with a resounding bang, the lock clicking into place.

"Now, where were we~" Alastor purrs, his gaze shifting back to you with a hunger that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins, the interruption only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment.

[inspiredwriterstory]

DID THE SECOND SEASON OF HAZBIN HOTEL GET LEAKED BEFORE I EVEN WATCHED THE PILOT!?

[radioducky]

Inspired by the fighting scene from Ch. 6 “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 📻🍎

[fullychaotichell]

"Alastor is knocked askew by his sincerity - unbalanced by his resolve - and what makes it even worse is how Lucifer is still lit up by the warm sunlight from the stained glass, glowing and radiant, as though his entire being was enveloped in a halo." - Of Saints and Sinners, Chapter 17: The Harp

This scene got stuck in my head the moment I read it last week!! Regret that I couldn't finish it before chapter 18 today, but glad I did make it anyway XD

Quote and inspiration for this art is Of Saints and Sinners, a fic by @morningstarwrites!!

[notherpuppet]

📻 🍎

[guardianlegends64]

[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel Alternate Love Story “The last Hunter becomes the Lover”

In the most Dangerous and Violent and Deadly World that’s called “Hell” There was a Big Tower That’s Called “Hazbin Hotel” the Hazbin Hotel is A Place where Demons Can Try to Get Redemption and To Rehabilitate themselves and To Gain a chance towards Heaven…

The Hotel belongs To Charlie Morningstar and the One with many Friends and Family who believe in Her Dreams and who she also deeply cares about as they do too…

As she has a Special Ally who always Smiles and has a Radio Like Voice and Has a Special Red Suit and even has Antlers and his very own Red Staff it’s Alastor The Radio Demon…

Alastor Is The Demonic overlord Who is the main Radio Host of Hell and Of Course Who Helps Charlie Morningstar with the Hotel and also Protects the Hotel with His Very own Powerful demonic Powers and abilities..

Until that one Day where Alastor was Taking a Stroll down the Very streets of Hell and every demon that he comes across to flees immediately as they’re all too Afraid and too terrified of the Radio Demon..

“ Ah hehehe… such a pleasant day for a walk… though a little long overdue for a walk”

Then until He Encountered someone from afar who he has Never Seen Before in his entire demonic life in Hell that someone with Fox Ears and many Fox Tails…

“Hm? Well whom might you Be..?”

Alastor Says in his Demonic Radio voice and in which he Gets a Small Flashback of when he was Still alive and in Making a Deal with Someone before he died “Hunt Her Down…” as the Flashback ended…

“What the… fock..?”

It’s been almost a Decade in Hell and Alastor never had a Flashback in His Very own Demonic Life… as his Smile almost Slightly lowered but shakes it off as he Observes the one with the Fox Ears and many Tails in which is a Lady who Alastor has never met before but he never Backs down on a deal…

“Heheh! Hunting you down will be fairly easy and Quick”

Alastor Uses his Quick Traveling ability in which he stands right 6 Steps behind the Fox Lady but quickly notices some other demon is going for the attack first as Alastor Swiftly takes the demon down but also gets Noticed by the Fox Lady as Alastor is still smiling

“Not Going To Happen..not in a million years you disgusting little Focking Brat!”

Alastor Says Angered as he turns to his Attention to the fox lady as he was about to talk her since the little sinner Demon ruined his Plan as the Fox Lady Spoke first…