#radio demon hazbin hotel

[redvexillum]

Y/N: What’s for dinner, Alastor?

Alastor: It’s a surprise, but I can certainly give you a hint.

Y/N: Okay! I do love guessing games!

Alastor: It’s quite chili out here! I guess you could say things are cooling down!

Y/N: So it’s...chili?

Alastor: Where did you hear that? Better chill-i out before the rumors get out of hand!

Y/N: So...it’s not...chili?

Alastor: No need to complicate matters when you can just keep it chill-i.

Y/N: ...Please stop with the chili puns.

Alastor: [Tutting while shaking his head] Don’t be so chili, my dear.

Y/N: ...

Alastor: Woooow! This situation got chili real fast!

Y/N: Ugh.

Alastor: Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed because you are quite chili today!

Y/N: Please stop.

Alastor: Life’s too short to be mild, so I encourage you to try and be a little chill-i! Haha!

For the rest of the day, Alastor proceeds to somehow work the word "chili" into all of his conversations with you.

-----At Dinner Time-----

Y/N: IT’S JAMBALAYA?

This is dedicated to @jurijyuu for killing me with her puns 🤣❤

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[karola25]

[chaoticace2005]

The Radio Demon? No.

The RADio Demon

The REDio Demon

The (nearly) DEADio Demon

The DADio Demon

The BADio Demon

The LADio Demon

The MADio Demon

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Imagine asking Alastor to glow in the dark because you can't find your way to the bathroom at night 🤣🤣🤣

You tripping on a root: "Ouch... Alastor...?"

Alastor (half asleep): "Mmmm?"

You: "I can't see... And I need the toilet badly... Can you... Do the thing please...?"

Alastor sighs, but opens his eyes, a rush of power making his eyes glow red and the rest of himself glows green, illuminating the room.

You: "Thanks..."

Alastor: "You're welcome Dear... Now hurry up."

You go to scuttle off.

You: "Oh and Al?"

Alastor's smile strains, You can see his glowing teeth.

Alastor: "Yes Dearest?"

You: "Love you."

Alastor's eyes and smile softens.

Alastor: "I love you too, my Heart, do please hurry up... I'm awake now and you're in need of punishment it seems."

You giggle and hurry along, You love disturbing his nights like that... It's why you always drink a litre of water before bedtime.

A/N: Yes Alastor is now a nightlight 🤣

[sugoi-writes]

Scent Kink - Featuring Alastor x GN! Reader

A/N: HEAVILY inspired (and partially written for) @hazelfoureyes... UNO VERSE, DEER! I hope this is alright, as I feel you do him SOOO much more justice. Your thirsts have made me cave in. I will need to go to confessional after this one.

Includes: scent kink (Alastor has it for reader), GN! Reader, some implications, mentions of violence/carnal desires, and of course, some m*sturbation. Yippee~

Honest to Satan, it took him by surprise. Rarely was Alastor motivated by anything "innate" or "carnal" (past his violent urges against ne'er-do-wells). That is... until you came into the picture.

Alastor's always had a great nose: all the better to spot bad meat with! ...But now? Now he can't help the way he drifts and looks your way. Now, he has to hide the perk in his ears and the subtle nostril twitches and flails. Now, he often stands closer to you when engaged in group activities. Hell, the seat to his right will always be reserved for you. Anything to get closer and catch just a momentary, minute whiff to take in your scent...

When you arrive back to the hotel, he's at the door, helping to take your coat. It's always on the coat rack by the door when you need it most... but when you weren't paying attention? Alastor had it all to himself.

There had even been times where Niffty was doing laundry, and he had half the mind to volunteer to help... it'd much less suspicious of him to handle your things this way, right? But alas, that was maybe a touch obvious... and Alastor is not known for his charity.

When you're fresh from a shower and coming down for dinner, he always seemed out-of-sorts. Little did you know that the Radio Demon was sad that your natural scent was muted by flowery, excessive fragrance. No, he much preferred seeing you worked up, disheveled, maybe even a bit... unkempt? A normally tidy, avoidant, do-NOT-touch-me man was reduced to this? It unnerved him to no end; his blood was boiling.

He had his normal mask, that damned smile, working overtime. Anything to distact you from his eye twitching. Anything so you wouldn't notice how he shifted his weight next to you. He would curse himself, his back straightening and even arching when you leaned over him on the couch, straining to grab the TV remote. He made grand, almost cartoonishly bold gestures now... just so you would miss how much he needed to adjust himself around you. How much his eyes would dialate when you were close to him, for any reason...

But the more he tried to hide it... the more craved it; the more he needed the real deal.

---

You were adjusting yourself after a recent scuffle, loan sharks having come looking for Mimzy again... You winced, clutching your side from a harsh blow you received. You would definitely need some help taking care of that...

You could barely make it two steps before Alastor has you by the wrist, pulling your arm taunt. You panic, wriggling and squirming as Alastor's eyes roamed over you. You had a delectable little nick on your cheek, weeping blood. Alastor leans down, breath ghosting your cheek as you shuddered. You felt a jolt of electricity race up your spine as he spoke:

"Dear, you should really be more careful...," a thumb grazes your flushed flesh, before his taloned digit is licked clean. You found yourself struggling to swallow the lump in your throat as a toothy, sultry grin is sent your way.

"You're getting sloppy...~"

You can't help but notice how obsessively attentive he was. How he managed to pull you inside, and forced you to sit on his bed. He asked you to strip down to the basics, and tended to your wounds, no matter how little. You could hear every time that Alastor's breath shook and hitched, absolutely enthralled by you. You were in his sights, in his hands, and you invaded his sense of smell.... he was so close, yet he felt miles away...

The only way he didn't have you was with his tongue, lapping at your sweet, sweet sweat... Maybe, he would consider licking a little lower... did you taste as good as you smelled?

He would inhale deeply as he spied fresh blood or helped remove old clothing/bandages. This routine of yours would continue, even as your wounds became more manageable.

One would assume he was concentrating when he held his breath... but NO. He was memorizing this. He would remember this map-out of your musk and body like the back of his hand... He felt like a mut in heat with how hungrily he regarded you.

You had missed the way that Alastor's eyes gleamed when he offered to wash your dirty, bloodied clothing for you. Embarrassed but appreciative, you took him up on his offer. As he gave you one of his blouses as a temporary cover up, sending you on your way... Alastor locked the door, practically salivating.

Never had he been brought to his knees so quickly, doubled over and panting. Never had he practically torn his pants off, seams frayed and barely hanging on.

He frantically fisted his cock, pumping hard and fast as his precum glided down his warm, agitated tip. The desperate mewls and blissful sighes that escaped with every pant was almost musical, bouncing off the walls of his room in a grotesque cacophany. The staticy filter cloaking his voice had vanished, leaving him nothing but a bare, hungry, frenzied sinner.

As he balled up your shirt, inhaling sharply, he fumbled through curses and praises... You. You. You. This was your fault.

And even as his mind demanded more, his body sought its release, making a mess of his hand and the carpet. He grimaced at the warm fluids, realizing he'd have to deal with that sooner, rather than later. Alastor would fall back onto his haunches, shirt still gripped tightly in his left hand. Shakily, he held it up to his face again, nuzzling into it as he took in more of your musk. His own had started to cling to the shirt, his sweat and drool starting to dampen your smell.

You were driving him to madness. To his dismay, he realized that this would not be enough... not anymore.

He let his hands fall lazily in front of him, cock still throbbing absentmindedly.

First, a quick wash and preening. Then... he'd be looking for you to answer for his desires.

[onehelluvahotel]

A what now?? O.o

[cryptidghostgirl]

Rhapsody (Alastor x Gn!Cursed!Reader) Master List

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Alastor and Y/n have been taking down the overlords of Hell together for years but Y/n has had a secret and Alastor knows it. They each go their separate ways because of this but what happens when years later their paths intersect once again. Loosely inspired by Raine and Eda in The Owl House.

Warnings: ANGST. Will edit as more appear.

Status: Ongoing

Part One -> Rhapsody

Part Two -> Ritornello

Part Three -> Rapture

Part Four -> Requiem (coming soon)

A/N this series might end up with more parts than I have planned.

[alastor-simp]

THIS ALASTOR ANIMATIC IS TOP TIER! OMG!!!

Credit to the amazing animator biskies_☆ on youtube

[spirit-doll]

[redvexillum]

Y/N: Are you...blushing?

Alastor: Hah! No.

Y/N: Did I get the big, bad, scary Overlord to blush?

Alastor: Don't be silly. It's the heat.

Y/N: Huh. It's the heat and not that I told you "I'm a huge fan of your radio broadcasts?"

Alastor: [Mic blasts feedback]

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[karola25]

[chaoticace2005]

Vox’s Rivalry with Alastor: Need for Control

The whole thing with Vox is control. He’s the embodiment of modern technology and surveillance. The privacy issues we face? In Hell that’s all Vox. And when you think of it like that his whole rivalry with Alastor makes so much sense on a logical level.

Things Vox Controls:

-The public: constant surveillance, brainwashing, and further control over media content they consume. He doesn’t just control what people watch but he watches people.

-This partners (to a degree): we see this with how he interacts with Valentino. He isn’t the one in CHARGE, but the thing with Valentino is he tends to be very explosive, and Vox is able to direct the blast in a direction that won’t harm him (offers to bring up employees for Val to kill so he won’t make a public display about Angel)

-Himself: We see how he puts so much energy on to be publicity ready and have a smile on his face. Talking very much like a businessman or politician. He acts completely different in front of camera.

Even his smile. Both Vox and Alastor use smiling as a mechanism to hide their true selves. But with Alastor it works as a way to keep people guessing, to inspire a level of fear oftentimes.

Vox isn’t like that. He puts on a fake, plastic smile. Alastor tries to make himself off putting on purpose, Vox doesn’t. He does it to keep them complacent. Alastor smiles so people won’t figure him out. Vox smiles so people trust him enough not to try.

We see that the second Alastor is brought up that smile vanishes. His self control is gone. Throughout the song we see him lose more control over his public persona, getting more visibly angry, while at the same time the public turns more to Alastor. Meanwhile Alastor also butters his partners up and publicly announces to the world that “no, Vox can’t control me. Trust me, he tried.”

Every single thing Vox controls is threatened when Alastor is involved. Vox has no way to control him.

-Methods he uses on the public? Surveillance and media? Won’t work because Alastor can’t be captured on camera well and hates modern technology. Brainwashing the public? Won’t work if they’re paying more attention to Alastor than him.

-His partners? Alastor declined his partnership and is willing to poke at the relationship between the Vees. All the Vees carry some weight in the relationship, but Alastor could make Vox seem obsolete. He’s able to control their public perception, yes- but one of them could easily go rogue and blow that to bits.

-Himself? Demolished. Gone. He has a public breakdown. He glitches out. Fully cries at the end of the song. Maybe it’s the fear of what Alastor could do, maybe it’s their past, maybe it’s Vox’s weird hate boner, maybe it’s unrequited feelings. Who knows. All logic and control goes out the window when Alastor is involved.

And the thing Alastor seems very much the same. He hates being under someone’s leash. He needs to be in control. When he’s reminded he’s not he lashes out. The first time we really see their masks break is when they’re reminded of the fact there is someone out there that is a threat to the control the have. The “What did you say?” they both do before lashing out.

I’m interested in seeing how they’ll interact in the future. Because they really do seem like two sides of the same coin. The only difference is we know who Vox is afraid of, we don’t fully know who Alastor is of yet. They need power over others, but more than that they need power over themselves. (Alastor being controlled by whatever the deal he made was. While Vox is controlled by his emotions towards Alastor. And both being controlled by their fear.)

( @gabrielsbubblegumbitch I’m curious on your thoughts? I’ve read some of your analyses 1’s would love feedback.)

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Some more smol fluff.

You and Alastor sitting together in a chair by the fire both reading the same book together, your legs draped over Alastor's lap, he notices your eyes beginning to droop, and your head thunks heavily onto his shoulder.

Alastor starts reading out loud for you, your mind and body lulled by his lovely tones and animated reading habits.

You nuzzle his chest and his smile softens, he kisses the top of your head fondly breaking his reading rhythm and you stir slightly.

You: "Love you." Mumbling.

Alastor's hand stills and he closes the book. He eyes widening.

Alastor: "Say that again."

You are still half asleep and not really registering your surroundings or what just happened, not the frantic nervous energy of the deer demon under you.

You: "Mmm, love you, woaaa."

You gasp as you're suddenly scooped up, your eyes finding open as his mouth crashed against yours feverishly.

Startled but nonetheless enthusiastic you respond, your tongue meeting his as the world spins and your suddenly down on a plush mattress, pinned under his lithe, toned body, he peppers your mouth and face with kisses.

Finally Alastor sits back on his haunches looking at your flushed state and puffy lips.

Alastor: "Say it again, Dear?"

This time he's more earnest, insecure.

You have woken more fully now, body still tired and Alastor joins you his body weighing you down heavily, nose brushing yours.

You: "I-I love you Alastor."

Alastor kisses you languidly again in response.

Alastor: "I love you too."

[sugoi-writes]

I feel like Alastor would never walk in while you're indecent/in disarray physically... he knows how to knock, afterall... BUT--

I can see Alastor playing things off well enough. He's a gentleman, so he avoids eye contact. You feel his coat drapping over your shoulders as he rambles about something.

An incoming meeting, the next group activity, or simply what he had for breakfast that day. Mundane things that can absolutely wait... but he's such a Chatty Cathy! If Rosie isn't around or too busy, then you simply MUST hear him out about his struggles. Your clothing be damned, it's simply TOO important.

Much like with Charlie, he sits or lays directly across your bed, like a tween girl at a sleep over, his feet kicking in the air. He's relaxed. His eyes are half lidded. Your room may as well be his second bedroom. He doesn't mind making himself at home even while you're frantically trying to cover yourself or throwing things his way.

A classic case of "Hello dear, I was meaning to ask you about-- yes, I'm aware that you're undressed, why are you screaming? *covers you in his jacket* AHEM. Anyway--"

---

However, if you're closer than friends...

Alastor lets himself in, unprompted. Usually via shadow. Unlike before, eye contact is intentionally made, lest you get the idea his eyes are wondering. And if you relax enough, you may actually catch them doing so. He'd help himself to your closet, picking something out for you to wear.

"Oh Heavens, no, you are not going out like that! Here, why don't you try this instead? Red is positively RADIANT on you!"

Alastor would tut and force you to do little poses and spins, shifting you through multiple outfits until he's satisfied. But, of course, if you put your foot down, he won't stop you. That just means that tearing it OFF of you will be much more satisfying.

Alastor will, more than likely, forget why he entered in the first place. Or, better yet, he may not even have a reason to! He just wants to be near you, or he wants to kill time before he has to be productive. You are his one and only source of rest and relaxation. You help his brain disconnect with the world, and help him let his hair down (metaphorically).

Though Rosie and others are more than capable of helping him pass the time, he'd like to spend it with you, especially if your own time is limited. And, if you have no where to be... he may just find a way for you to keep your clothes off a little longer.

Don't mind him if there's a lingering touch here, or if your laces are tied a little too loose... he can't help himself. He'd much rather see you with nothing at all. For your sake, you better hope he isn't feeling too frisky... Because once something comes off by his hands... it make be hard or straight up impossible to be worn again.

[onehelluvahotel]

A legit, real life picture of me watching the Hazbin Finale, thinking this motherfucker had DIED 🙃🙃🙃

[PHOTO ID: a screenshot from the finale of Hazbin Hotel Finale showing the radio demon, Alastor, looking off towards the camera and gripping his head, his red eyes wide and a worried/scared smile on his face.]

[micoz-field-of-dreamz]

heres. alastor with poc features i hope i did him right

if theres anything i should change lmk :]