#Alpha Lucifer

[talesfromawannabewriter]

To Domesticate a Feral Omega

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Warning: dub-con, forced marriage, Omega verse typical dystopia overall just dark themes

Lucifer's knee bounced up and down anxiously as he waited for his appointment. It had taken months for it to finally come to this day. The day he would find a new mate.

Never did he think that he would need a new mate. Never mind being at an omega mart of all places. Yet here he was, sitting in the waiting room as he watched other alphas go in mate less and out with an omega on their arms.

Soon that would be him. He prayed to whoever was listening that he found the right one. Not only for him but for his baby daughter.

Now, many might be wondering as to why a respected man such as himself was here. The answer to that question is that when his now ex-wife left not only him but their three-month-old daughter in his care. He knew that he couldn't get simple childcare to watch over her but an actual mother, an omega.

Of all the secondary genders in their society everyone knew that tender was in an omega's nature. To take care of others was just the way God made them. It was exactly what his daughter needed from a mother.

And if Lucifer was being honest with himself, it would be nice to come home to a sweet, calm partner ready to take care of him after a hard day at work.

Lucifer felt his stomach would throw right out of his mouth and onto the floor when his name was suddenly called. He sat up quickly, fixing his appearance as he headed towards the person who called.

Peter: Hiya my name is Peter and I'll be helping you today!

Lucifer: Hi, thank you for taking the time of day for me.

Peter: Of course, not come it's our true honor and pleasure to help true mates come together. Please, this way.

They walked right through the door leading to where the omegas were held for listing. They walked down the stark white hallway where a line of doors had the omegas in question.

Peter: As you can see the Golden Gates Omega Mart holds an abundance of beautifully crafted omega's all waiting for alpha and master to finally claim them.

Lucifer looked into each of the windows that were provided and saw them. While it was true that they were all beautiful they were incredibly meek, even so for Omega's not one of them daring to meet his gaze. That didn't sit well with Lucifer, how was he to have a relationship with any of them if they didn't so much as look at him?

Then as if his prayers had been answered, he came up to the last door. In there was possibly the most beautiful of all of them. It was a male omega that was pacing back and forth, his hair was so fluffy and brown, and his eyes were a softer shade than his hair but with a hint of gold to them.

However, what caught his attention the most was the size of his belly behind the stark white dress he wore.

He was pregnant.

Lucifer: Excuse me?

Peter: Yes?

Lucifer: Who's that?

Peter: Oh...him. He was picked up not that long ago and found living on the streets. He wasn't in the system, so we assumed he didn't have a mate or a family.

Lucifer: He's pregnant.

Peter: That he is, since he had no bond mark on him, he must have gotten pregnant with some random alpha during his last heat.

Lucifer hummed, how interesting.

Lucifer: Can... can I meet him?

Peter made a face: I don't think that's such a good idea Mr. Morningstar.

Lucifer: Why not? I thought you said all the omegas here were open?

Peter: Yes, but if I'm being completely honest, I don't think he is yet. You see he is what we call...feral.

Lucifer: Feral?

Peter nodded: He doesn't respond to authority or command. He'd been extremely agitated towards any that weren't other omegas. And I even heard he bit an administrator.

Lucifer's eyes widened at that, never had he heard of an omega doing that: Sounds like he's been through a lot.

Peter: Maybe but he is far from ready to be mated, he still needs to be domesticated by our staff and learn to acclimate to his life as an omega.

Lucifer: But...maybe he is ready, they certainly thought so if he's here.

Peter: I suppose that is true...are you sure you want to go in there?

Lucifer: I'm sure, I think it's time to meet the "vicious feral omega"

He chuckled as Peter looked unsure.

Peter: Alright but I'm going to be with you for every second while your in there.

Lucifer held back a snort at the man's fear. What is there to fear in the first place?

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about an omegaverse radioapple au (still with asexual Alastor) where Alastor is always on suppressants- he hasn’t had a heat in ages (and when he does, they’re never the most pleasant, seeing as he’d rather die than take a lover to bed, even if it would ease the pain)

But having all the new inhabitants in the hotel messes with things, and then he misses a dose of his suppressants and before he knows it- he can feel a heat coming on.

Lucifer can scent it on him, no matter how much the demon tries to hide it. He picks up the particular sweetness of it one night, after Alastor had been missing all day, and with concern growing in his gut- he follows it.

He follows the scent until he’s at Alastor’s bedroom, and he knows he shouldn’t enter- they’ve been together for a little while, but their relationship is still shaky, and if Alastor chose to go to his own bedroom instead of the one they share, then he must have wanted pace- and Lucifer is just about to turn away, until he hears a pained moan, and he can’t help himself.

He pushes inside, finding Alastor laying in a ball in the corner of his room, curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, shirts of Lucifer’s in his little nest, little pieces of his favorite person scattered around him- and he looks terrible.

His ears are flat on his head, his whole body is trembling and covered in sweat. He doesn’t even notice Lucifer come in, not until the angel is standing before him-

“Leave,” he spits, even as Lucifer’s calming scent washes over him. His whole body aches, every muscle screaming.

Lucifer pauses, his heart aching to see Alastor so pained. “Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”

And Alastor is about to tell him to go fuck himself, when Lucifer suddenly sinks to his knees, reaching out to brush the hair from Alastor’s face- and the contact eases a bit of the fire in his skin, soothes a bit of the raging in his gut.

He doesn’t push him away. Instead, despite himself, he leans his cheek into Lucifer’s palm. Closing his eyes as he breathes in the familiar scent of his alpha.

He hates everything about the position he’s in. Hates how vulnerable, how exposed, how utterly pathetic he is. But the longer Lucifer stays beside him, his scent filling Alastor’s lungs- the more he finds he cannot bear to drive Lucifer out.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t express what he needs, doesn’t communicate his wants. He just grabs Lucifer’s wrist and pulls him closer, tugging the blonde into his little nest, where he promptly curls up in his arms.

It’s more contact than he usually allows, but for once, his skin is not prickling every place they meet. Instead, his body feels warm from Lucifer’s touch, a pleasant glow filling his whole being.

Perhaps this is how touch often feels for everyone else.

Lucifer stays with him then, until the worst of his heat is over. Fully clothed, they lay in eachother’s embrace, Alastor allowing Lucifer to scent him, allowing him to card his fingers through his hair, allowing him to run his hand up and down his back.

It’s awful. It’s humiliating.

And it’s also the first time one of his heats has ever been bearable.

(edit: i made this a fic!!! read it here!)

[rainforestakiie]

Adam: Because I am an OMEGA! DUH! They both were Omegas too! What did you think would happen when the first three humans were fucking Omegas?!

Lucifer: ...

Adam: ...

Lucifer: ...wait...

Adam: Shouldn't have said that.

Lucifer: All this fucking time, you were an Omega?!

Adam: ...surprise?

Lucifer: No surprise, Adam! Why didn't you say anything?!

Adam: What was I suppose to say?! Hey guys, I'm struggling to have sex with you because I want to be a fucking pillow princess?! Yeah, that would have ended well!

Lucifer: It would have ended much better then you think!

Adam: What's that supposed to mean?

Lucifer: Adam! I'm an Alpha!

Adam: O...kay?

Lucifer: Holy shit, Adam! Come on, we had SO MUCH sexural tension back then! We definitely would have had something going on! The only reason I didn't purse you was because I thought you were an ALPHA TOO!

Adam: ...are....are you butt hurt over this?

Lucifer: A little bit. Not gonna lie. I need a moment.

Adam: ....

[lilacwriter07]

Chubby!Wolf!Adam trying to catch up to some females, who growled at him for they don't desire him .

But Adam not understanding why they don't like him, tries to follow them but then yelps as they bite him .

Ofcourse the small!Lion!Lucifer comes to rescue, attacking those females for daring hurting his mate . Hissing as blood dripped from his teeth .

Nobody bothered him for the rest of the week, as Lucifer cuddles with his beautiful chubby mate who is really confused .

[darcydarlingdabbles]

The Static Between Us~

RadioApple + Static 🍃Voyerism 🍃Omega!Alastor /Alpha!Lucifer

🍃Explicit🍃Vox Cucking ~ 4.8k

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for 160 follows, 2.5k likes on Tumblr...and holy shit 27k reads on Ao3!!! Have some crack/smut to celebrate with me XD

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The sleek drone hummed almost imperceptibly as Vox guided it through Hell's smog-choked skies.

His screen flickered with anticipation, cyan teeth bared in a grin as the newly remodeled Hazbin Hotel came into view.

"Let's see what you're up to, old pal," Vox purred, his clawed fingers dancing across the controls.

The drone glided silently over the hotel's new rooftop gardens, a stark contrast of lush greenery against Hell's desolate landscape.

Vox's pupils contracted as he spotted his targets.

Alastor and Lucifer were strolling among the foliage.

Alastor's crimson hair gleamed in the hellish light, his ever-present smile a mask of amusement as he kept his hands folded neatly at the small of his back.

Beside him, Lucifer's smaller frame radiated power—as much as it echoed frustration with every gesture of his blackened hands. .

“What do we have here?" Vox mused, zooming in on the pair. "A lover's quarrel?"

He strained to hear their conversation, cursing the limitations of even his most advanced technology. He reached for a dial, tunning away.

"Just wait," Vox muttered, his screen crackling. "One of these days, I'll catch you slipping, Alastor. And when I do…" He trailed off, lost in visions of finally besting his rival.

Alastor's body language spoke volumes, however—the tilt of his antlers, the sharp gestures of his gloved hands. Classic Radio Demon needling.

"I'm telling you, the color scheme is fine!" Lucifer's shrill voice carried through the audio feed. "The pink would be perfectly fine if you weren’t always covering it in blood splatters!"

Alastor's static-laced chuckle grated on Vox's nerves.

"My dear, I believe you're overthinking this. The sinners won't care about aesthetics when they're being tortured."

“Alastor,” Lucifer huffed, rubbing at his temples with the long fingers of his right hand. “They’re not being tormented, they’re being redeemed.”

“I fail to see the distinction.” The Radio Demon said brightly.

Alastor’s permanent grin was etched onto his face as always, but his usually relaxed posture was now tense. His ears flicking constantly with irritation.

Next to him, Lucifer's normally suave demeanor was replaced with an obvious groan of frustration.

They were a pressure cooker about to pop.

As he watched, a pang of something uncomfortably close to jealousy twisted in Vox's gut. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the potential for chaos unfolding before him.

Vox's screen flickered with desire and disdain as he manipulated the drone's camera, panning slowly down Alastor's lithe form.

Even fully clothed from neck to wrist to ankle, the Radio Demon's silhouette was maddeningly seductive. The crimson pinstripe suit hugged Alastor's slim waist, flaring slightly at his hips before tapering down long legs.

Hiding the soft curves of an omega’s body beneath sharp angles and layers of fine fabric.

"Damn you," Vox muttered, his teeth gritting in frustration. "Why do you have to look so good?"

He zoomed in, capturing the subtle sway of Alastor's hips as he walked.

The Radio Demon's backside was pert, perfectly small in his mind. He imagined gripping those hips, claiming that body, making the omega writhe—until his circuits buzzed with want.

The TV demon's fingers twitched and Vox refocused on the conversation unfolding before him.

"And the plumbing is atrocious," Alastor's voice crackled through the feed. "Really, sire, one would think the King of Hell could conjure better pipes."

Lucifer's face tinged gold with a flush. "Don't push me, Alastor. You’ve treading on thin ice."

Vox leaned closer. What was that supposed to mean?

“Treading?” Alastor's grin widened. "My dear, I’ve been tap-dancing on it." He leaned down to the angel’s level. “You’ve simply failed to crack, yet.”

"Last warning," Lucifer growled. "Red light. Quit while you’re behind."

Red light? What kind of threat was that?

On screen, Alastor's ear twitched, his head tilting in a coquettish manner that Vox had never seen before.

There was something in Lucifer's posture, a coiled tension that spoke of barely restrained power.

Alastor's laugh rang out, sharp and challenging. "Make me, your majesty.”

“You asked for it!”

Lucifer's hands shot out, grasping Alastor by the lapels of his precious coat and slamming him against the gnarled trunk of a nearby tree. The impact sent a shower of crimson leaves cascading around them.

"Oh my," Alastor purred, his voice crackling with static. "How terrifying, I’m simply shaking in my boots."

Vox's screen glimmered with excitement, his grin stretching wider than should be possible on his digital face. "Come on, old man," he urged. "Put that pompous asshole in his place."

Lucifer's grip tightened, his knuckles like ash against the deep red of Alastor's coat. "You never know when to stop pushing, do you?" the fallen angel growled, his face inches from Alastor's perpetual, petulant smile.

"Where would be the fun in that?" the omega replied, his tone light and teasing despite his precarious position. "Besides, I do so enjoy seeing your feathers all…ruffled."

Vox's brow furrowed in confusion. He had expected Alastor to fight back, to summon his shadows or at least attempt to break free.

Instead, the Radio Demon seemed almost…relieved?

As he was being tossed around by the devil himself.

On the screen, Lucifer leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that Vox had to strain to hear. "Are you sure you're prepared for the consequences, Bambi?"

Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief, his grin widening impossibly. "Oh, I'm counting on them."

Lucifer yanked Alastor down by his lapels, crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss. The action was so sudden and shocking that Vox's digital eyes widening in disbelief.

"What the actual hell?" the TV demon sputtered, his voice glitching as he processed the scene before him.

The kiss was rough, brutal, and anything but loving. Lucifer's hand snaked up to grip Alastor's hair, tugging it sharply as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, the omega seemed to melt into it, his usual rigid posture softening.

But then, just as quickly, Alastor's hands flew up to Lucifer's chest, shoving hard against the angel.

It was like pushing against a stone wall—Lucifer didn't budge an inch, but he did pull back, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is that all?" Alastor taunted, his voice husky and slightly breathless. "I expected more from the mighty King."

Lucifer's eyes flashed lethally, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you want more?"

The angel gripped Alastor's shoulders and forced him down. Until the Radio Demon's knees hit the ground with a dull thud.

Vox's excitement intensified, a thrill running through his circuits. "Now that's more like it," he chuckled darkly. "Look at the high and mighty Radio Demon now, on his knees where he belongs."

He watched the devil grab for the demon’s hands in one of his. Lucifer's grip tightened on Alastor's wrists, pinning them roughly against the gnarled bark of the tree.

The fallen angel leaned in, capturing Alastor's lips in another searing kiss. Alastor's eyes widened momentarily before fluttering shut, a soft hum emanating from his throat.

Vox's screen flared in disbelief.

"Since when do you put up with so much mouth to mouth?" he muttered, his voice tinged.

With one hand still restraining Alastor's arms, Lucifer's other hand deftly popped open the buttons of the demon’s shirt collar. "Such a needy little omega," Lucifer purred, his breath hot against Alastor's ear.

"Needy? Al? " Vox scoffed, rolling his digital eyes. “As if.”

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. "If you need attention so badly, Bambi, you could just ask."

Alastor's permanent grin widened, an impish glint in his eyes.

"Now where," he drawled, "would be the fun in that?"

Lucifer's hand shot up, gripping one of the Radio Demon’s antlers and yanking his head back. The deer let out a startled gasp, exposing the pallid column of his throat.

Lucifer's gaze fixed on the spot where Alastor's mating gland lay hidden beneath his skin.

"Is he going to…?" Vox leaned forward, his circuits humming with anticipation, half-expecting Lucifer to tear into Alastor's throat for his insolence.

Lucifer's mouth descended on Alastor's exposed neck, lips latching onto the sensitive mating gland.

Vox watched intently, still expecting gore, when suddenly Alastor's ears drooped and a sound escaped him that the TV demon had never heard before—a deep, throaty sigh.

"What the hell?" Vox muttered.

Alastor's eyes fluttered closed, his usual sharp grin melting into an expression of blissful surrender. Another moan vibrated through the air, sending a jolt of surprise through Vox's circuits.

Vox's digital jaw dropped.

He had never, in all their encounters, heard Alastor make a sound like that.

Nights spent tangled in silk sheets, Alastor's lithe body beneath him, cool and unresponsive. The Radio Demon's smile fixed in place, eyes half-lidded with boredom rather than interest. Vox had always assumed Alastor was simply cold, uninterested in physical intimacy beyond using it as a tool for manipulation.

But this... this was different. Alastor's usual rigid control was crumbling, his body arching into Lucifer's touch.

Another moan escaped him, lower this time, almost a purr.

"Since when do you make noises like that, you smug bastard?" Vox muttered, his voice glitching.

He zoomed in closer, drinking in every detail.

Alastor's chest heaved with each ragged breath, a flush creeping up his neck to stain his greyish cheeks. His ears, usually perked and alert, were drooped in capitulation.

And his eyes…Vox had never seen them so dark, pupils blown wide with unmistakable desire.

Lucifer's hand slid lower, teasing at the waistband of Alastor's trousers. The Radio Demon's hips bucked forward, seeking more contact.

A whimper—an actual fucking whimper—fell from Alastor's lips.

Vox's circuits buzzed with arousal and indignation. He remembered countless nights of trying to coax even the slightest reaction from Alastor.

The Radio Demon had always lay there, occasionally offering a sarcastic quip or rolling his eyes.

At best, he'd been a pillow princess. At worst, a corpse in bed.

Vox's gaze snapped back to the screen, drawn by another breathy sound from Alastor. He cursed under his breath, realizing he'd missed a crucial moment while lost in his own thoughts.

"Thank Satan for recording," he muttered, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Wincing when he realized he was thanking one of the men on the screen.

Vox shook the idea off.

The Radio Demon’s usual sharp tongue seemed to have deserted him, replaced by breathy gasps and needy whines. When Lucifer nipped at his collarbone, Alastor threw his head back with a keening cry that sent shockwaves through Vox's system.

It was so fucking over the top that—the tv demon seized on the realization with both clawed hand hands.

Alastor…had to be acting. Overacting.

He was the manipulative little dandy from Vox’s bed—it must be Lucifer’s ego that needed all this porn star shit.

"You little minx," Vox snarled. "You were holding out on me all this time?"

He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer's hand dipped lower, disappearing between Alastor's legs.

The Radio Demon's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the tree. His antlers scraped against the bark, leaving gouges in the wood.

Lucifer had Alastor pinned against the tree, the Radio Demon's coat and shirt pulled open to reveal a torso marred with a myriad of scars.

Vox's receivers flickered, desire and resentment coursing through him at the sight.

"Not as untouchable as you pretended to be," Vox sneered, watching Lucifer's hand disappear beneath the waistband of Alastor's slacks.

Vox scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Good luck with that, sire. Our prudish deer boy never—"

His words died in his throat as Alastor's head fell back against the tree, a low, staticky moan escaping him.

Vox's circuits nearly short-circuited at the sight.

"He always smacked my hand away if I even tried to get him off!"

Realization dawned on Vox as he watched the way the devil’s wrist moved. He wasn’t stroking at the omega’s cock—he was shoving those fingers inside Alastor.

"Good luck getting him wet, old man," Vox scoffed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Our dear Radio Demon's about as responsive as a dead battery."

Alastor's voice, dripping with disdain, echoed in his mind. "Such an unpleasant chore. But if it'll shut you up for five minutes…”

"Just another performance to stroke a more powerful ego, eh, Alastor?” Vox's grip tightened on the control panel.

The deer demon always seemed to prefer the fighting over the fucking—before and after.

On the screen, Lucifer slowly withdrew his hand from between Alastor's legs.

Vox leaned forward, anticipating the look of bored arrogance on the Radio Demon's face.

Only to see the glisten of omega slick on the fallen angel’s fingers.

Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a rare display of embarrassment that sent a jolt through Vox's system. He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer brought those fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with slow, deliberate swipes of his forked tongue.

Alastor's voice crackled through the drone's speakers, impatient and breathy. "Enough teasing, you insufferable alpha. Hurry up and fuck me already."

Vox's screen quivered violently, a chaotic swirl of jealousy, anger, and a perverse fascination he couldn't ever shake when it came to Alastor.

"Hurry up and get it over with," he mimicked in a mocking tone. "At least that’s familiar."

Lucifer's hands moved to Alastor's trousers, fingers deftly working at the fastenings.

In a sudden flourish, the fallen angel's magnificent white wings unfurled, their span impressive even through the drone's limited view. The feathers, tipped with crimson, created a shimmering curtain around the couple.

"Oh, come on!" Vox groaned to the sky at being denied his peep show.

To his surprise—and Lucifer's—Alastor's voice rang out, clear and commanding despite its underlying breathiness.

"Put those away, would you?" Alastor purred, his grin sharp and hungry. "I want to get my legs around you properly, darling."

Vox's screen crackled with static, his own shocked expression reflected back at him. Since when did Alastor ask for anything in bed?

Lucifer hesitated, confusion evident in the tilt of his head. "But I thought you'd prefer some privacy, my wicked little doe."

Alastor's laugh was dark and rich, sending an involuntary shiver down Vox's non-existent spine. "Privacy? In Hell? How delightfully naïve."

His clawed hands traced down Lucifer's chest. "Now, be a good alpha and do as you're told."

“You’re gonna pay for that one, too, Bambi.” Lucifer's eyes glowed as his own horns extending from his disheveled blonde hair.

“With interest, Darling.” Alastor purred, his voice a static-laced croon.

With a bemused smile, Lucifer complied, his wings folding back and disappearing from view.

Vox found himself leaning even closer to his monitors, arousal and bitter envy coursing through his circuitry.

The rough bark of the ancient tree scraped against Alastor's back, his shirt just hanging off his shoulders, as Lucifer pressed him firmly against its trunk. The radio demon's fingers dug into the wood, leaving deep gouges as his long legs parted, wrapping around Lucifer's smaller frame.

His hooves brushed the ground, but the archangel's supernatural strength kept him effortlessly pinned.

A sharp gasp escaped Alastor as Lucifer snapped his hips forward—the alpha obviously burying his cock inside the omega.

The warbly moan that followed sent ripples of interference across Vox's screens.

"Fuck," Alastor managed, his smile taking on a strained quality. "I suppose that's one way to compensate for your stature."

Lucifer stilled immediately, his brow furrowing. "Are you alright, Al? We can stop if—"

Alastor's laugh crackled through the air. "Don't you dare, you infuriating cherub. I was merely making an observation."

Vox seethed silently, the barbed compliment stinging more than he cared to admit. He'd never elicited such…enthusiasm from the Radio Demon.

"An observation, hmm?" Lucifer's voice was low, dangerous. "Perhaps I should give you more to pay attention to."

Alastor's grin widened impossibly, his head tilting at an unnatural angle as he met Lucifer's blazing gaze.

To Vox's utter astonishment, a sound unlike any he'd ever heard from the Radio Demon escaped those sharp-toothed jaws—a cloying, submissive omega croon.

"Alpha," Alastor purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Don't keep me waiting. Show me what that divine strength can do."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his angelic features. "As you wish."

With a growl that shook the very foundations of Hell, Lucifer began to move.

The ancient tree groaned in protest as he slammed Alastor against it, setting a brutal, punishing pace that had the Radio Demon gasping and clawing at the bark.

Vox writhed in his control room. His screen flickered wildly as he watched, certain that at any moment Alastor would start his usual routine—taunting, teasing, urging the alpha to hurry up and finish.

But the cutting remarks never came.

Alastor remained uncharacteristically hushed, not silent, save for the tuneless gasps and moans that escaped him with each thrust.

"This can't be real," Vox muttered, his voice tinged with static. "He's faking it. He has to be."

Vox's screen crackled with incredulity as he devoured Alastor's reactions.

The Radio Demon's perpetual smirk had vanished, replaced by open-mouthed gasps of pleasure.

Each thrust from Lucifer was met with unbridled enthusiasm, Alastor's lithe body bowing to meet the smaller alpha's powerful movements.

"Inconceivable," Vox hissed, his digital eyes narrowing. "Since when does the great Radio Demon submit and simper like a common whore?"

But the evidence was undeniable.

Alastor's crimson eyes were half-lidded, his antlers scraping against the tree bark as he threw his head back in abandon.

Lucifer's hand snaked between their bodies, his fingers curling around Alastor’s hard prick.

Vox leaned forward, a cruel chuckle escaping him. "Good luck with that, old man. The prude never wants to—"

His words died as Alastor not only allowed Lucifer's touch but seemed to revel in it. The omega's arms draped around Lucifer's shoulders, pulling him closer.

"That's it, darling," Alastor purred, his voice rough with need. "Don't stop."

Vox's screen flashed violently.

Alastor's composure crumbled entirely, his usual theatrical flair replaced by raw, primal need. His claws dug into Lucifer's back, slicing the fabric of the vest the devil wore.

"Alpha," Alastor implored, his voice crackling with static.

Lucifer growled, a sound that sent shivers through both Alastor and the watching Vox.

He captured Alastor's lips in a bruising kiss, hips snapping. Blood red leaves began falling from the tree with every tremble.

Vox's screen wavered erratically, mirroring his inner turmoil.

"This can't be real," he muttered. "It's another one of his tricks. It has to be."

As Lucifer and Alastor's coupling intensified, the air around them crackled with demonic energy.

The fallen leaves at their feet began to smolder, wisps of smoke curling upward.

Alastor's usual composure shattered completely, his carefully cultivated image crumbling under the onslaught.

"Alpha, please."

Lucifer's eyes glowed with hellfire as he growled, "Such a needy little doe. Is this what you wanted all along?"

He punctuated his words with particularly brutal thrusts, each one drawing a keening whine from the Radio Demon. Alastor's legs tightened around Lucifer's waist, trembling down to his red hooves.

Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a whimper escaping him.

"Alpha, please," he chanted, the words dripping with submission. "My alpha."

Lucifer captured Alastor's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the Radio Demon's moans.

His hand moved faster on Alastor's cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each stroke. Alastor's hips bucked wildly, caught between the dual sensations of Lucifer's hand and his relentless cock.

The tree behind them groaned, its trunk beginning to splinter under the force of their fucking. Cracks spread through the bark, mirroring the fractures in Alastor's usual mask of control.

His radio dials eyes spun wildly, tuning in and out of different frequencies as pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his voice breaking.

"Come for me, Bambi," Lucifer commanded, his voice resonating with unearthly power. "Show me how good I make you feel."

With a final, brutal thrust, Lucifer buried himself to the hilt inside Alastor.

The Radio Demon threw his head back as a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from his throat.

Lucifer stilled against him, grabbing the splintered tree trunk as his hips stuttered and finally stilled.

Vox's screen dimmed, a hollow ache spreading through him.

In all their time together, he had never seen Alastor so…content to surrender. And so satisfied with having done so.

They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure.

Vox watched, transfixed, as Lucifer peppered Alastor's face with gentle kisses.

Soft laughter broke the silence, the tangled lovers falling to the soft grass and leaves at the base of the tree, arms still wrapped around each other.

Alastor's smile, for once, reached his eyes. “You will not hear the end of it if you ruined my coat.”

"You're incorrigible," Lucifer murmured, nuzzling the omega’s cheek.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

The omega shifted, a small frown crossing his features.

"Well, this is a predicament," he mused, his radio-static voice tinged with amusement.

Lucifer chuckled, his golden hair falling across his forehead, until the Radio Demon’s hands started to right it.

“Hope you don’t need to be anywhere else, Bambi.” The angel chuckled, settling Alastor more comfortably into his lap. “Cause we’re gonna be stuck for a while.”

The realization hit Vox like a surge of electricity.

Alastor had allowed Lucifer to knot him.

The same Alastor who had always used his shadow powers to escape being tied down to Vox.

Resentment, hot and searing, mingled with a deep-seated anger that made his screen crackle—a painful truth began to crystallize.

"He never…not once…" Vox muttered, his voice distorting.

Alastor's fingers intertwined with Lucifer's. His gaze drifted to a fallen magnolia blossom near his hooved feet. With an elegant motion, he plucked it from the ground, his perpetual grin fixed in place, even as the delicate petals withered and browned at his touch.

Melancholy just flashed over that smile, but both alphas caught it.

Lucifer's eyes softened, sliding his other hand into Alastor's.

A warm, golden glow emanated from their joined fingers, enveloping the wilted flower.

Alastor watched, fascinated, as life surged back into the blossom.

Its petals unfurled, pristine and luminous, more vibrant than before.

"How curious," he mused, his radio-tinged voice barely above a whisper. "Your touch brings life, while mine—"

"Dont," Lucifer interrupted gently, tucking the rejuvenated flower into the lapel of Alastor’s coat. "We balance each out."

A genuine smile, softer than his usual manic grin, tugged at Alastor's lips. "I suppose we do, don't we?"

Suddenly, Alastor's head snapped towards the stealthy drone, his radio-dial eyes locking onto the camera.

His lips didn’t move, but that unmistakable voice crackled through the speakers around Vox.

"Enjoying the show, old friend?"

Vox sputtered. "How did you—"

On the screens, Alastor’s grin sharpened, turning wicked as his pupils began to spin.

Vox's face blue-screened with panic.

The air crackled with electromagnetic energy as Alastor's power surged.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you? It's rude to spy."

Vox's meticulously crafted surveillance network disintegrated in an instant, leaving only snow and static in its wake.

"No, no, no!" he snarled, his voice distorting with digital feedback. His fingers flew across the console, desperately trying to salvage the feed. "You smug, Bambi, bastard!"

The screens before him erupted in a cacophony of pixelated chaos.

The footage was gone, corrupted, irretrievable for blackmail. Or Vox’s private collection.

He slammed his fists on the console. "Damn you, Alastor!" His scream reverberated off the metal walls.

Back in the garden, Alastor's smirk widened, a mix of triumph and mischief dancing in his eyes. He savored the moment of Vox's frustration cast across the radio waves.

Then, the omega nestled closer to Lucifer.

His ex could have a tantalizing little show, but the afterglow…that was just for his alpha, and himself.

Alastor turned his attention back to Lucifer, a contented sigh escaping him as he settled more comfortably in the fallen angel's lap.

The knot tying them together pulsed gently, sending pleasant aftershocks through both their bodies.

"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice a low, staticky rumble. "Where were we?"

Lucifer's arms tightened around the Radio Demon, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Alastor's head. His fingers threaded through the soft red hair, careful to avoid the sensitive bases of Alastor's antlers.

"Right about here, I believe," Lucifer murmured, drawing Alastor into a slow, languid kiss.

Gone was the fire of before, replaced by sweetness and affection.

Alastor's lips parted with a soft sigh, allowing Lucifer's forked tongue to slip inside. The fallen angel tasted of brimstone and honey, an intoxicating combination that had Alastor melting further into his embrace.

When they finally broke apart, a dazed smile playing on Alastor’s lips.

Lucifer chuckled, pressing a series of feather-light kisses along the demon’s jaw.

"You're beautiful like this," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's skin. "

A faint blush colored Alastor's cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," he quipped, but there was no real bite to his words.

A faint buzzing filled the air as the drone, now useless, plummeted from the sky. It crashed behind the hotel with a satisfying crunch.

Lucifer, still knotted deeply inside Alastor, jerked around. "What was that?"

Alastor's grin never faltered. "Oh, nothing to worry about, darling," he purred, his voice a silky blend of amusement and innocence. "Just another one of those pesky flying cameras being zapped by your magnificent barrier."

Alastor shifted slightly on the fallen angel’s lap, drawing Lucifer’s attention back to him.

The garden around them was a vibrant tapestry of hellish flora, the air thick with the heady scent of sulfur and sweet blossoms. Alastor's ears twitched, picking up the faint rustle of leaves and distant screams of the damned.

"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice carrying the crackle of radio static, "I believe it's time for a little…privacy, don't you think?" His crimson eyes glinted with mischief as he gazed at Lucifer. "You can bring out those magnificent wings of yours, darling."

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of amusement and affection dancing in his eyes.

"Oh? And here I thought you enjoyed putting on a show, scandolizing the plants and all."

Despite his teasing words, he unfurled his six majestic archangel wings, their pearlescent feathers catching the eerie light of Hell.

Then, they were wrapping around them both in a cocoon of soft white feathers. The air grew warmer, filled with the scent of alpha contentment and omega bliss.

“Now, why would I ever want to share you?” Alastor hummed, cupping Lucifer’s face close to him.

As the wings enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of ethereal beauty, Alastor felt a rare moment of true contentment wash over him.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate sanctuary.

Lucifer's voice, low and rich, broke the silence. "You know, Alastor, if you're needing attention, you can simply ask for it. No need for all this…taunting and provoking."

Alastor chuckled, the sound a mix of static and genuine mirth.

"Oh, but my dear Lucifer," he responded, his grin widening impossibly, "where would be the fun in that?"

That was the thrill of their little game, the push and pull that made their relationship so deliciously unpredictable.

"Besides," Alastor thought to himself, tracing a finger along Lucifer's jawline, "half the enjoyment is in the chase, isn't it?"

Alastor shifted, a mischievous glint in his radio-dial eyes. He rolled his hips experimentally, relishing the sensation of Lucifer's knot still buried deep inside his ass. An unmelodic moan escaped his lips, mixing with the ambient sounds of the garden.

Lucifer's hand shot out, gripping Alastor's hip where fawn spots adorned his skin.

"Easy there," he warned, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. "If you're aiming for another round in our room, you might want to pace yourself."

The Radio Demon's permanent grin widened. "Why would I take it easy on someone with infernal stamina?" he purred, leaning in close. "After all, aren't you the one who boasted about your…endurance?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes. “ I thought you might be, done, for the night."

"Oh, mon cher," Alastor chuckled, his voice dipping into a lower register. "I just needed to break the seal, so to speak." He closed the distance between them, capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss. As they parted, Alastor's expression softened ever so slightly. " When we return to our room…well, I might be persuaded to show a sweeter side."

Lucifer's eyes widened a fraction, recognizing the rarity of Alastor's offer.

The Radio Demon leaned in, his breath ghosting over Lucifer's ear as he whispered, "That side of me is just for you, after all."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ok, just listen to me

what about another Sinner Adam deal au, only this time is a little different…

inspired by a past post of yours I saw

Adam comes back he used to be an alpha but is now an omega. For his full protection Lucifer will give not only that but as well as to let Adam live his afterlife in Hell in complete comfort.

All Adam has to do now is…to give him babies, to be basically a breeding mare

Adam blinked owlishly at the King in front of him. Did he hear him right? "Can you fucking repeat that?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes, he knew Adam heard what he said. "What's the big deal? You'll be safe, live in the lap of luxury, and you'll be getting laid on the regular."

"Except I'm not just getting laid, you want me to be your fucking baby factory." Adam snarled. "Why would you even want to?"

Lucifer looked Adam up and down as if undressing him with his eyes. He had a thing for the first humans fucking sue him. "I've always wanted more kids than Charlie. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death. But Lilith was cursed to never have kids and if she did they would die at birth. Charlie was lucky. But you...." Lucifer gave Adam a feral smile that sent a shiver down the new sinners spine. "You were blessed to be super fertile and have lots of kids."

Adam frowned. "I thought sinners couldn't have kids?"

"But you're no mere sinner are you, Adam? You're special, you always have been." He knew the praise would go to Adams head. "Besides, you really think anyone out there is going to stop if you tell them it hurts? Take care of you when you inevitably end up pregnant? No." The thought of anyone else fucking Adam made his blood boil.

Adam knew this was his best bet, he just hated that it was his best bet. Lucifer was right, he would only know suffering on the streets of Hell. He looked at the golden floating paper, it was waiting for him to sign it.

Reluctantly, Adam grabbed the pen and slowly signed his name on the dotted line, literally selling his life away. Golden chains appeared around his neck, they led to Lucifer's hand where he was holding the end.

Lucifer let them disappear. "Good, now." He pushed Adam back on the bed, when did they get to a bedroom!? Adam felt panic hit him at how much he fucked up. "Relax."

"Relax!? Why don't you-" The words died in his throat when he smelled something, something that instantly calmed Adams nerves making him almost docile. "You...."

"Relax darling and trust me. Now." Lucifer placed his hands on Adams knees and spread his legs wide open. "It's time to fulfill your end of the deal."

[frizzycrls]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor/Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor/Lilith Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Rosie (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alpha Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Omega Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is a Little Shit (Hazbin Hotel), Protective Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alternate Universe, Fluff and Humor, Good Lilith Magne | Morningstar, chapter 4 smut, Biting, Oral Sex, Knotting

Chapter 5

Summary:

Of course trying to reach for something actually good, something he wanted that wasn't steeped in death and cruelty, meant there would be an astronomical price. This was supposed to be a place of punishment, after all. Still, what kind of sick, twisted deity would make someone like him capable of carrying a child?! The likelihood of being like his father, or worse, was terribly high. He had no patience for crying, screaming babies; it wasn't hard for him to imagine he'd snap and do something unthinkable in a moment of annoyed rage.

He really wished he could speak with his maman right now. Since he couldn't, he would go to the next best person.

Notes:

TW: References to old practices of genital mutilation. Adam is absolutely trash in this one.

[depraveddame]

The second chapter of my omegaverse fic Tempt, is up!

Hello all 💖 This immediately follows the first chapter after omega Crowley returns home after visiting a glory hole in a sex club and getting his mouth fucked and knotted by alpha Aziraphale, where we find out he's the mate of Lucius (my Lucifer in AUs) and they're in a lovingly passionate polyamorous relationship. He finally gets the knot he's craving and we find out a bit more about Aziraphale in this universe as well as Lucius.

CW’s: Vaginal knotting, Daddy kink, sub bottom Crowley, Dom Lucifer, top Lucifer, polyamory, open relationships, jealousy/possessiveness kink, scent kink, cunnilingus, dirty talk, slight slut shaming, mafia/organized crime AU, slight feminization

Excerpt:

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, his voice as velvety as the caramel that drips from it, and his pupils are expanding, they’re nearly obscuring the green of his irises, “someone’s worked my demon up into quite a frenzy, haven’t they? How many times did you come— three?”

“Twice,” Crowley whimpers as he kicks his stilettos off and climbs onto the massive bed to crawl on top of Lucius, straddling his hips and immediately grinding down onto him as he bends to kiss his inked neck with a mouth so needy to be occupied despite the soreness of his jaw, the smoky sweet taste of his alpha’s fragrant skin both a balm and accelerant to his want.

It’s a relief to be so close to his mate even after a few hours apart, it’s a marrow deep righteousness that even temporarily soothes the cavernous ache inside as his slick drenched inner thighs bracket massively strong ones, as he sinks down into his lap and blankets the hardening length of Lucius with his cunt. His alpha keeps breathing deeply as the thunder in his chest grows louder and more primal, and Crowley knows he’s smelling the alien alpha scent clinging to him, he’s cataloging the notes and memorizing the pheromones mingling with his own.

The way his purr blooms into an envy tinged yet feral growl as his cock twitches between Crowley’s legs is a rather decent indicator that he likes this particular cocktail of aromas; he clenches in response as Lucius starts luxuriously licking his neck between drawing calculating breaths through his nose, no doubt tasting the remnants of Aziraphale’s come that had escaped from Crowley’s mouth as he’d knotted it, his mouth a hungry inferno all over Crowley’s sensitive skin. He lifts his head to rest against Lucius’, granting him better access to his neck and jaw, his own gently humming purr peppered with whines and mewls as he keeps chasing delicious friction with shakily rocking hips.

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Continue on AO3!

I know this isn’t eveyone’s cup of tea but if you read it I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’ve been in love with Crowley/Lucifer as a pairing but haven’t seen them in positive healthy relationships, so I have set out to change that ��✨

@goodomensafterdark

[fanficsfreeideas]

Day 2 One bed applemedia week 2024

Vox couldn’t believe it. He was locked in a room with the King of Hell, Lucifer, and his former best friend, Alastor. And the worst part? There was only one bed.

"Charlie, darling, unlock this door," Lucifer asked his daughter, trying to maintain his composure while Alastor looked positively furious.

"Sorry, Dad," Charlie replied from the other side of the door. "I’m doing this for your well-being. There’s food and drinks in there, and there’s also a chair to sit on. But you all need to learn how to get along. Mr. Vox keeps coming here to start fights, Alastor fights with both of you, and you fight with Vox and Alastor. So I made sure you can’t kill each other in this room."

Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to process the situation. Vox was leaning against the wall, glaring at Alastor, who was doing his best to ignore both of them.

"Great," Vox muttered. "Just great. Locked in here with you two."

Alastor crossed his arms, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "I’m not thrilled about this either, believe me."

Lucifer shook his head, finally sitting down in the chair Charlie had mentioned. "Well, we might as well make the best of this. At least we have food and drinks."

Alastor huffed, clearly still irritated. "Fine, but I’m not sharing the bed."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged glances, a rare moment of agreement between them. "Agreed," they both said.

Hours passed, with the three of them awkwardly avoiding conversation. As night fell, the tension in the room seemed to grow thicker.

"Look," Lucifer finally said, breaking the silence. "Charlie’s right. We need to find a way to coexist. We’re not getting out of here until we do."

Vox rolled his eyes. "And how do you suggest we do that, oh mighty King of Hell?"

Lucifer gave him a steely look. "By not killing each other for starters."

Alastor sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Fine. Let’s talk. Get whatever grievances we have out in the open."

It didn't work. They started blaming each other—Vox for flirting with Alastor, Alastor for leaving Vox, Lucifer for being a deadbeat dad, Alastor for trying to replace Lucifer as Charlie's dad, Vox for trying to take away Lucifer's enemy that is Alastor, and Lucifer for trying to take away Vox's enemy that is Alastor. The argument devolved into who Alastor hated more.

Alastor rolled his eyes and then stopped when he remembered his heat was coming soon. He was screwed, his eyes darting between the Alphas. He truly was screwed in both ways. Charlie was going to get a sibling. No one knew about this; he kept quiet because he was not only a male omega but one of the very few who could carry a fawn. He was a prize. He was going to get fucked and marked tonight. He started to shiver and slid down the wall, bleating.

"Shit," he thought, trying to pull himself together. He had to fight this before they noticed. He looked up. Shit. The King and the TV demon were fighting over him now. Then they stopped, all at once, and started grinning at each other. Alastor was shaking as they walked towards him, putting their arms around him.

"Shh," Lucifer said softly.

Vox then added, "We're not going to hurt you. Let us help you."

Alastor growled at both of them, but Lucifer and Vox both glanced at each other before saying in unison with their Alpha voices, "Behave yourself, omega."

Alastor stiffened. His eyes glazed over, then shifted to give off more of a doe-like appearance. Vox smirked, and Lucifer picked Alastor up, carrying him to the bed.

Lucifer then said, "You're going to be a good omega and let us help you."

Alastor nodded. Vox looked for things that could be used for a nest. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the towels while Lucifer went into the closet for blankets.

"Well, Charlie wanted us to get along. We're getting along. She's also going to get a new father and a mother," Lucifer grinned to himself. There was plenty of food and drinks to last for a year. His kid had made a little home. His little omega was still on the bed, back to normal and looking pissed.

Alastor was fuming. How dare they? He couldn't move off the bed; he had to listen. He was going into heat, and two Alphas had sped it up. Lucifer walked over and set the blankets on the floor.

"Here you are, my love. You can start making your nest."

Vox came running with towels and threw them on the blankets.

Alastor growled out, "You better not have grabbed all of them."

Vox grinned and said, "No, I left enough so we can clean you up later, my dear. So don't worry about a thing. Let us Alphas worry about taking care of you from now on."

Alastor snapped at them, "I don't need your fucking care or anything from you. Leave me alone."

Vox and Lucifer both shushed him and said, "It's okay. Calm down. There is no reason to be upset. Preheat is always hard. You're just mad that we didn't notice."

Alastor glared at them, trying to control his breathing. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and he hated it. The dominant presence of the Alphas was overwhelming, and his body was betraying him, responding to their proximity and authority.

"Just… stay away from me," Alastor hissed, his voice trembling slightly.

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a look, their expressions softening slightly. They seemed to understand the vulnerability Alastor was feeling.

"We're not going anywhere," Lucifer said gently. "But we won't push you. Just let us know if you need anything."

Alastor didn't respond, turning his back to them and curling up on the bed. He was determined to maintain some semblance of control, even as his body prepared for the inevitable.

Alastor’s mind raced as he lay on the bed, trying to block out the reality of his situation. The room felt stifling, the presence of the two Alphas overwhelming. He clenched his fists, attempting to steady his breathing and keep his thoughts clear. His body, however, had other ideas.

Vox and Lucifer quietly set about organizing the room, creating a makeshift nest. The rustling of towels and blankets was oddly soothing, a contrast to the turmoil in Alastor’s mind. He could sense their movements, their intent, and it made his skin crawl and heat at the same time.

Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, gentle but firm. “Alastor, we’re here to help you. Fighting this will only make it harder on yourself.”

Vox nodded, his usual arrogance tempered by an unusual softness. “We’re not your enemies, Alastor. Not tonight.”

Alastor’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering. His instincts were at war with his pride, his need for control battling his body's needs. He wanted to curse them, to push them away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. He needed them.

“Fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just… don’t make this worse.”

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They approached the bed slowly, as if not to spook him.

Lucifer reached out, his hand brushing Alastor’s hair back gently. “We’ll take care of you. Just trust us.”

Alastor’s body betrayed him, leaning into the touch despite his mind’s protests. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the overwhelming reality of his situation.

Vox sat beside him, his hand resting on Alastor’s back, a warm, steadying presence. “You’re safe with us. We’ll make sure of it.”

Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Vox’s. There was a sincerity there that he hadn’t expected, a promise of safety and care. It was enough to tip the balance, his body finally surrendering to the inevitable.

The rest of the night was a blur of sensations and emotions. Alastor’s heat took over, his body responding to the Alphas with a desperation that both frightened and exhilarated him. Lucifer and Vox were careful, their touches firm yet gentle, their voices soothing as they guided him through the ordeal.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter into the room, Alastor was spent, his body and mind exhausted. He lay between Lucifer and Vox, their bodies a protective barrier around him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace, a strange contentment in the midst of his chaotic life.

Lucifer brushed a kiss to his temple, murmuring softly, “Rest, Alastor. We’re here.”

Vox’s arm tightened around his waist, a silent promise of protection. “We’ve got you.”

As he drifted off to sleep, Alastor allowed himself to believe it, if only for a moment. In the safety of their embrace, he found a sliver of solace, a brief respite from the constant battles. And for now, that was enough.

[shadewolf95]

Im upset. A while back i read a wip highschool au of adamsapple omegaverse and now i cant remember where i saw it to check for updates. If anyone knows what im talking about please link me!

[thief-of-eggs]

*crawls into your ask* OK SO! How do they figure out they are mates?! IS IT SOULMATE MARKS?! Does Alastor find the mark of the devil on his skin after their first meeting?!??! Does Lucifer think Al is an alpha at first bc of the way he challenges him but then one night during conversation he's like "I SENSE A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE" and woops, a little peak into Al's soul and he's like WAIT YOU'RE MY MATE?!

Hello Hello!!!

Ok ok so I know every omegaverse is different, but for mine I like to think along the terms of soul-bond, which I think would become apparent through any form of close connection. Almost like a pack I guess, but they just know deep down that this is their mate, no questions about it.

Scent has a lot to do with it too- eachother’s scent causes the other to react much stronger than other alphas and omegas

And also, I think just a bit of free will!! They chose eachother. No need for official mating, no need for anything Alastor is uncomfortable with. They can just sense it, when they’re around eachother. Because Lucifer is wanting to protect and shelter him, and Alastor (despite himself) is wanting to receive the shelter and protection

ALSO YES!!! I firmly believe Alastor was masquerading as an Alpha before. For a demon overlord, it’s just what everyone would expect- not to mention, he’d have much more control over his own autonomy by being an Alpha. No one would expect him to find a mate- he could just exist.

And then, ya know. During the challenging between them both, Lucifer felt something different hovering between them. He chalked it up to how long he’d been away from others, how out of touch he’s been- but then he starts to get these urges (especially after the fight with adam!!! knowing alastor got injured by the other alpha caused something inside lucifer to snap) and he’s suddenly wanting to growl at anyone who gets too close to Alastor, wanting to heal him, help him, protect him.

And Alastor, for his part, is equally dumbfounded- because suddenly he’s wanting to nest, he’s wanting to be scented, he’s wanting to curl up and share body heat

So yeah!!! I’d say it’s mostly just the sudden shift in their natural desires that does it for them, in a sort of soul-bond kind of way 🥰

[samanddean76]

SPN Rare Ship Bingo Card - OmegaVerse Special Edition

His Favorite Part | Jimmy/Dean/Sam (Free Space) | Explicit

Jimmy's heat arrived while his Alpha's were away, doing what they do best. But Sam and Dean more than make it up to him when they finally return to their precious Omega.

Coming Up Roses | Castiel/Jimmy/Dean | Explicit

Omega Dean is a hard-working assistant for his twin Alpha bosses, Castiel and Jimmy Novak. At their request he stays late one night even though his heat is almost upon him. Knowing exactly where this will lead...

His Heart To Keep | Gabriel/Sam | Explicit | Rape/Non-Con

Sam found himself a newly transformed Omega, who was up for sale to any Alpha willing to pay the price to have him. As he watched the little Alpha negotiate his permanent sale, he had to wonder? Had his life just gotten better? Gabriel couldn't believe what had happened to the once proud Alpha that was presented to him for sale as a freshly turned Omega. But he swore, that he would fix all the wrongs that had been committed against this amazing man.

Bite Me Big Boy | Gabriel/Lucifer | Explicit

Omega Gabriel found himself with a once in a lifetime opportunity presented to him and he decides to make Alpha Lucifer pay for every wrong he had ever committed against the Omega.

To Be Granted His Favor | Castiel/Jimmy | Explicit

Omega Jimmy is a peasant who was brought to the palace with no explanation. There he meets the King, Alpha Castiel. Fate and destiny conspire to fulfill prophecy.

What Happens In Purgatory... | Benny/Dean | Explicit

Omega Dean needs some help to get through his heats while he is trapped in Purgatory. Alpha Benny is more than willing to help.

Five-Star Customer Service | Dean/Jack | Explicit

Alpha Dean is in need of assistance to get through his rut. Omega Jack was sent over by The Perfect Omega service. Destiny had something to say about it.

Graced By Love | Castiel/Sam | Explicit

Castiel finds himself caring for Sam, who was turned over to him by the state after the young Omega was found alone and suffering through his first heat. Castiel tries to ignore the incredible pull he feels towards Sam, but once he submits, he finds that the Omega may have been the answer to all of his prayers.

Three's A Crowd | Gadreel/Dean/Sam | Explicit | Rape/Non-Con

Dean is willing to do whatever it takes to save Sam. Even if it means working with the angel that betrayed them. Can Gadreel be trusted this time? Or will Dean need to be prepared for whatever circumstance might crop up?

@spncreatorsdaily @spnrareships @spnkinkevents

[lilacwriter07]

Alpha wolf Adam was ready to breed with the omegas . But they found him too big, as in fat very fat . As Adam tries to follow them or go hunt, but he is the spoiled type so he gets tired easily .

Alpha lion Lucifer however desired by all, is in fact very smitten with the chubby wolf . Even killing a few omegas to show Adam, how serious he is for their mated life together.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

The Rhythm Between Us~ Bonus Scene

RadioApple + HuskerDust🍃 Explicit 🍃Omega!Alastor /Alpha!Lucifer🍃Omega!Angel/Alpha!Husk

🍃This is the crack you asked for XD🍃 ~7.7k

Alastor and Angel Dust have an idea. And now they just need to get their alphas on board...or in bed. A lil bonus smut from the same AU as the Melody Between Us, as voted on by tumblr peeps XD We treat this crack seriously.

❣️Ao3❣️Original Fics❣️BlueSky❣️

The Hazbin Hotel's lounge glowed with a soft, infernal light as Alastor lounged on a plush crimson sofa, his legs crossed elegantly at the knee. Across from him, Angel Dust sprawled on a matching settee, a coy smile playing on his lips.

Angel leaned forward, his mismatched eyes glinting with mischief as he reached for his cocktail glass.

The pink liquid inside swirled enticingly, matching the blush-colored accents of his fur.

"So, Smiles," Angel purred, his voice dripping with curiosity, "how's life with the big bad devil himself? Must be quite the ride, eh?"

Alastor's ever-present grin widened slightly, even as his eyes narrowed, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. He twirled the whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid catching the low light of the lounge.

"Oh, it's never dull, I can assure you of that," he replied, in his usual, cheery transatlantic cadence.

Behind them, at the bar, Husk's gruff laughter mingled with Lucifer's more melodious chuckle. Paying no attention to what their omegas were up to.

Angel's gaze flickered between Alastor and Lucifer, his lips curling into a smirk. "Come on, Al," he prodded, leaning in conspiratorially. "Spill the juicy details. What's the King of Hell like in the sack? I bet he's a real devilbetween the sheets."

Alastor cocked an eyebrow playfully, his antlers casting elongated shadows across the wall. "My dear Angel, a gentleman never kisses and tells."

“Ahhh, c’mon, just between you an’ me.”

The Radio Demon gave a silent smirk, and sipped at his drink.

Undeterred, Angel pressed on, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I can't picture you all sweet and submissive, Smiles. Do you roll over like a good little doe for your alpha?"

A low, static-laced chuckle escaped Alastor's lip

"I assure you, my alpha has to earn every inch of control he gets."

"Ooh, do tell," the taller omega cooed, leaning back and crossing his legs. "How does the almighty Lucifer earn it, hmm?"

"That, my effeminate fellow, is between myself and His Majesty.” Alastor's grin turned predatory, his eyes glowing. “But I will say this—it's quite the spectacle when we clash."

As if on cue, Lucifer's gaze drifted over to them, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Alastor raised his glass in a silent toast, the tension between them palpable even from across the room.

"Ya know, I can’t decide which of ya is more of a freak in the sheets." Angel purred, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

“Oh? Is that something you wonder about often, from a professional stand point?” Alastor teased back lightly, tilting his head to match the other omega.

“Oh honey, I know ya ain’t watched any of my flicks.” Angel laughed. “But I was just sayin’ to Husk the other day—I bet that prim and proper act of Alastor’s hides a real freak."

“Well, I’m flattered.” Alastor followed Angel's gaze to where Husk stood behind the bar, grumpily polishing a glass. “To know both of my wards are so fascinated with my…proclivities.”

“Hey, I’d pay t’see it,” the spider demon smirked.

“Would you?” Alastor cocked an eyebrow, his crimson eyes glinting with intrigue. "How much?"

"Sorry, Smiles. Already sold my soul, remember? Besides," he leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "could ya even get the King to agree to that? I mean, he's Lucifer. The big bad. The head honcho of Hell itself."

The Radio Demon's grin widened impossibly, static crackling in the air around him.

The challenge in Angel's words was palpable, and Alastor never could resist a good game.

"Oh, my dear, you underestimate me. I could get Lucifer in bed faster than you could convince that grumpy old cat of yours to even consider such a proposition."

Angel's mismatched eyes widened. He glanced over at Husk, who was still grumbling as he wiped down the bar, then back to Alastor.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

"Wanna bet?" Angel purred, extending one of his lower hands towards Alastor.

The Radio Demon's eyes flickered between Angel's outstretched hand and his face, his own grin turning predatory.

The air around them thickened with anticipation, the low hum of Alastor's power mixing with the sultry atmosphere of the lounge.

"You should know by now that I never back down from a challenge." He reached out, grasping Angel's hand in a firm shake. "You're on."

As their hands connected, a spark of hellish energy crackled between them, sealing their wager.

The two omegas locked eyes, a mixture of competitive fire and mischievous glee reflected in both their gazes.

Across the room, Lucifer and Husk remained oblivious to the bet that had just been struck, unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold in the Hazbin Hotel's lounge.

"Oh, Husky," Angel called out, his voice dripping with honey. He batted his long eyelashes, leaning forward to put his fluffy chest on display. "Why don't you come join us, sugar? We could use some of your…big alpha energy."

“Ya what now?” Husk grunted, peering at Angel over the back of the couch.

Alastor watched with amusement as Husk's ears flattened against his head, clearly torn between ignoring Angel and giving in to curiosity.

"Your feline friend seems resistant to your charms," Alastor observed dryly. "Perhaps you're losing your touch?"

Angel shot him a look of mock outrage. "As if! Just ya watch, Smiles. I'll have him wrapped around my finger in no time."

With graceful movements that belied his lanky frame, Angel sauntered over to the bar. He draped himself over it, using all four arms to create a tantalizing picture.

"Come on, Husky," he cooed, reaching out to stroke Husk's fur. "Don't you wanna hear what Al and I have cookin' up? I promise it'll be worth your while."

Alastor leaned back, content to watch the show unfold. He had to admit, Angel's persistence was admirable, if a bit overzealous for his tastes. Still, he couldn't deny the spark of excitement building in his chest.

Whatever came next, it was sure to be entertaining.

Husk's brow furrowed, his wings rustling with irritation as he came to sit on Angel’s side of the lounge.

"What are ya anglin' for here, kid?" he growled, eyeing Angel suspiciously.

Angel's smile grew impossibly wider.

"Oh, nothin' much," he purred, tracing a heart on Husk's chest with one slender finger. "Just a little fun between friends. You know I always show ya a good time, don't ya, sugar?"

As Angel continued his honeyed assault on Husk's defenses,

Alastor felt his patience waning. He rolled his eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Amusing as it was to watch Angel work, he had bigger fish to fry.

Alastor turned his attention to the bar behind him. There, drinking a fruity looking cocktail with little care, stood Lucifer himself.

The fallen angel's presence was magnetic, drawing Alastor's gaze like a moth to a flame.

"Lucifer, darling," Alastor called out, his voice a low purr that cut through the room's chatter.

He locked eyes with his alpha, a thrill of excitement coursing through him. "Will you fuck me in front of these two?" Alastor had thrown down the gauntlet—now it was up to Lucifer to pick it up.

The blonde froze mid swallow and choked, the glass nearly slipping from his grasp.

Picture of sophisticated grace, this alpha of his.

A startled laugh burst from the King’s lips, golden eyes widening in surprise. The sound echoed through the empty lounge at midnight.

"Har har, very funny Bambi," Lucifer chuckled, setting down the glass and leaning against the bar.

Alastor's smirk widened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth.

"Wait, are you serious, Alastor?"

"Of course, my dear. You told me to ask for what I want, didn't you?" His voice carried a hint of antagonism, daring Lucifer to deny him.

Lucifer set his martini glass on the bar top, and then seemed to think better of it and tipped down the rest of his drink before moving to lean his elbow onto the sofa behind Alastor’s head.

"What the actual fuck’re we talkin’ about here?" Husk sputtered, gesturing between Angel and Alastor. "You're always goin' on about propriety and shit, what the fuck is this?"

Angel, seizing the opportunity, draped himself over Husk's shoulders, his fluffy chest pressing against the feline's back.

"Oh, don't worry, Husky," he purred, running a finger along Husk's jawline. "We'd be doin' our own thing at the same time."

"I dunno," Husk's tail twitched, though his resolve was clearly wavering. "Sure, Lucifer's probably done freakier shit, but the Boss? He's a fuckin' prude."

Alastor's static-laced chuckle filled the air, his eyes glowing with amusement.

"My dear Husker, there's quite a difference between being a prude and being private," he explained, his voice smooth as silk, tilting his head as he looked at the other alpha. "Besides, this is a rare opportunity—to see me, beneath another? You will not see me in such a position again."

The Radio Demon's words seemed to strike a chord with Husk. His cat demon ears flicked, his curiosity clearly aroused.

"Well," Husk drawled, scratching his chin, "I guess it could be interestin' to see the big boss put down for once." He paused, then added gruffly, "But I ain't promisin' nothin'. And if things get too weird, I'm out."

Angel clapped his hands together excitedly, all four of them.

"That's the spirit, Husky!" he cheered, planting a quick kiss on Husk's cheek. The feline grumbled but didn't push him away, a faint blush visible beneath his fur.

"If we're going to do this," Lucifer said, straightening up from where he leaned, with just a hint of that ancient authority, "there will be rules."

"Yes, my devil does like his details," Alastor chuckled, leaning back into the plush sofa.

Angel Dust, sprawled across Husk's lap on the adjacent sofa, perked up with interest. "Ooh, kinky! I love me some rules," he cooed, batting his eyelashes at Husk, who merely grunted in response.

"Let's establish some boundaries, shall we? Husk, I assume you have no interest in…physical interactions with me?"

Husk snorted, rolling his eyes. "Not a chance in Hell."

"Likewise," Lucifer nodded “And, Alastor?”

Husk let out a derisive snort, his wings ruffling slightly. "Me and the Radio Demon? Yeah, that'll happen when Hell freezes over."

Alastor's eyes gleamed with amusement, his ever-present grin widening. "Oh, my dear Husker," he purred, his voice without an ounce of static, "there are indeed regions of Hell where the very air crystallizes, where frozen souls shatter like glass beneath one's feet." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Husk's form. "But not here. And certainly not tonight."

The Radio Demon's words delt a swift and final rejection.

Husk's ears drooped and his eyes betrayed him, darting over Alastor's lithe form with a hint of longing. His wings rustled, drawing closer to his body as if to shield himself from the deer demon’s penetrating gaze.

"Aw, don't worry, Husky. You've still got me to keep ya warm," he smirked, running a hand through his fluffy chest fur. "Well, I wouldn't mind taking a bite outta the apple," he purred, batting his lashes at Lucifer. "How 'bout it, Short King? Wanna see if you measure up?"

Alastor's radio static crackled sharply, cutting through the tension.

His eyes narrowed at Angel, smile still fixed but distinctly less amused.

The spider demon wilted slightly under that crimson stare.

"Ah, heh, just kiddin' around, of course," Angel backpedaled, holding up all four hands in surrender. "No hard feelings, right Smiles?"

“Of course not, my dear," Alastor's posture relaxed minutely, voice dripping with saccharine politeness.

The spider demon nodded quickly, sagging with relief.

"And you two?"

Angel's mismatched eyes darted between Alastor and Lucifer, a coy smile playing on his lips.

"Well, I wouldn't say no to a little action with our resident deer daddy here," he purred, winking at Alastor.

Alastor's static crackled softly, his ever-present smile tightening slightly. "I believe we should keep things…simple for now."

“Bambi,” Lucifer said, his tone light but with an edge of warning. “That wasn’t a no.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Alastor tilted his head, giving his alpha a sideways glance, as if asking without asking.

Lucifer raised both eyebrows, but when Alastor’s gaze didn’t waiver from his, he assented. “A soft yes then.”

“An astute observation yet again, Your Majesty.”

"Well, unless ya wanna put on a show for the whole hotel,” Angel grinned, “we best find a betta place for this rendezvous—like On that big ol' king-sized bed upstairs?"

"My, my, what a delightfully scandalous suggestion! Shall we?" His smile widened, showing just a hint of sharp teeth.

"You two are gonna be the death of me."Husk grumbled, but his tail swished with interest.

Before Alastor could stand, Lucifer reached out, grasping one of the Radio Demon's antlers firmly.

He pulled Alastor close, tilting the deer demon's ear towards his lips. The others watched, curiosity piqued, as Lucifer whispered something inaudible.

Alastor's ear flicked, his eyes widening slightly at whatever Lucifer had said. For a moment, his ever-present smile faltered, replaced by an expression of genuine surprise.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

Lucifer straightened up, a hand on his hip. "There's one last rule, then." His voice took on a commanding tone, power radiating from him in subtle waves. "Alastor initiates all contact. Neither of you are to touch or grab him first. Is that understood?"

The air grew heavy with Lucifer's authority. Angel Dust nodded quickly, while Husk grunted his assent. Alastor's smile widened, a mix of appreciation and amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Well then," Alastor said, his voice crackling with static and anticipation, "shall we adjourn to more…comfortable surroundings?"

***

With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, they found themselves in a lavish bedroom, dominated by an enormous king-sized bed. Plush crimson sheets beckoned invitingly, the warm lighting casting seductive shadows across the room.

"So, uh…how exactly are we doin' this?" Husk shuffled awkwardly, wings twitching.

"C'mere, Husky. I'll show ya how it's done." Angel sauntered over to one side of the bed, patting the space beside him.

Alastor gracefully perched on the opposite edge, crossing his legs primly. “The stage is set, and all the players there on,” Mischief was clear in the curve of his lips, though his crimson eyes darted to the other couple, before lazily settling on his own alpha. “I’d say it’s time for the show to begin.”

"Oh, Bambi," Lucifer purred, a devilish smirk playing across his lips. "Y’know I can always put on a show."

He approached Alastor with slow, deliberate steps, his presence commanding and electric.

The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation.

His hands went to the Radio Demon’s narrow hips—about as high as he could easily reach at his height—and swiftly shoved him down onto the bed. Earning a little gasp from Alastor as Lucifer brought them to eye level.

The fallen angel grabbed Alastor's chin, tilting his face upward.

Their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills raging between them.

"Well then, Your Majesty," Alastor drawled, his radio static crackling with excitement, "don't keep your audience waiting."

Lucifer's lips crashed against Alastor's, fierce and demanding. His fingers tangled in the Radio Demon's hair, careful to avoid his sensitive ears.

Alastor responded with equal fervor, his sharp teeth nipping at Lucifer's lower lip.

"You're sure about this, Bambi?"

"Absolutely," Alastor replied, casting a glance over his shoulder at the demons that had never seen him any less than perfectly composed. "After all, you did tell me to ask for what I want." As the omegas settled on the bed, running his multiple hands over Husk's fur, cooing sweet nothings. His style was more a cloyingly sweet seduction. To Alastor’s sharp tongue and taunting.

Lucifer, for his part, pulled Alastor’s attention back to himself with a rough hand on his chin. Locking their eyes together, and drawing an invitingly heavy-lidded gaze from the Radio Demon.

Their kiss was a battle for dominance, all clashing teeth and exploring tongues.

Alastor nipped at Lucifer's lower lip, drawing a bead of golden blood that he lapped up eagerly before the wound healed. In retaliation, Lucifer's hand slid down to Alastor's ass, squeezing firmly until the Radio Demon to gasp into his mouth.

Lucifer's free hand trailed down Alastor's neck, fingers dancing over the bowtie before deftly untying it. He pulled back, admiring the way Alastor's chest heaved slightly, a faint blush coloring his greyish cheeks.

“Already so worked up, and we’ve just barely begun." Lucifer chuckled, his fingers working on the buttons of Alastor's jacket.

Alastor's static crackled indignantly, but his retort was cut short as Lucifer's mouth found his neck.

Sharp teeth grazed over his pulse point, his mating gland, eliciting a softer sigh.

Lucifer took his time, peeling away each layer of Alastor's carefully constructed facade. The jacket fell away, followed by the harness, each removal punctuated by teasing kisses and playful bites.

When Lucifer's hands reached for his shirt buttons, Alastor's own fingers twitched, eager to speed up the process.

But the angel caught his wrists.

"Good things come to those who wait," Lucifer whispered against Alastor's ear, his breath hot and enticing.

Alastor shivered, his usual composure slipping as Lucifer's ministrations continued.

Angel's hands moved with practiced grace, fingers threading through Husk's fur in a hypnotic rhythm. "Mmm, you're so soft, baby," he cooed, nuzzling against the cat demon's neck. "Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

"Kid, you're somethin' else," Husk's gruff exterior softened slightly, a low purr rumbling in his chest, wings unfurling slightly as Angel's touch sent shivers down his spine.

With a swift motion, Lucifer pushed the shirt off Alastor's shoulders, exposing his scarred torso.

Alastor's ear twitched, suddenly hyper-aware of the other couple's presence. He could feel their gazes on his back, tracing the network of old wounds that marred his velvet fur.

Lucifer pulled back slightly, his crimson and gold eyes searching Alastor's face. "Are you alright?" he murmured, lips brushing against the demon’s.

The old cat wouldn’t dare say a thing—Alastor owned his soul.

As for Angel, well. Alastor supposed he just trusted the spider. And wasn’t that a funny feeling.

"Never better, darling," Alastor replied, his grin widening as his leg curled around Lucifer's calf, pulling him closer. "Now, where were we?"

As Angel slowly kissed down Husk's stomach, sliding off his suspenders with deft movements, Alastor couldn't help but admire the spider demon's technique.

Alastor could be soft and sweet with Lucifer…just, not at first. He needed that hard edge to break through his walls before he could be gentle and vulnerable. But the spider demon seemed to have mastered the tender touch with his grumpy alpha.

Perhaps he could learn a thing or two from their flirty friend.

Lucifer, noticing Alastor's momentary distraction, seized the opportunity and the deer demon’s knees. He pulled sharply, drawing Alastor’s long legs and his attention back to the King.

Their gazes locked, and though no words were shared, the message was clear—Alastor belonged to Lucifer. Regardless of who else was in the room or in their bed.

"Only you can put me in my place, darling," he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Why don't you show them how?"

Lucifer's eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, my wicked little doe," he chuckled darkly, "it would be my pleasure."

“Mm, now you’ve caught on.”

Lucifer reached up, grasping Alastor's antlers firmly. The omega's breath hitched as Lucifer forced him onto his knees, his head bowed until his nose brushed the bulge growing in the alpha’s white slacks.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Oh yes, my king," he purred, his nimble fingers already working to unzip Lucifer's fly. "Allow me to show my appreciation."

As Alastor freed Lucifer's hard cock, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of pride. He'd reduced the King of Hell to an aroused alpha—it did wonders for his ego, and the worry that he wasn’t doing enough to please the devil.

With a teasing lick along the underside of his shaft, Alastor grinned up at Lucifer.

"I want you to fuck my throat until I can't speak. Wouldn't that be a delightful change of pace?"

Lucifer's grip on Alastor's antlers tightened, sending a shiver down the omega's spine. "As you wish, my dear," Lucifer growled, pulling Alastor's mouth to his cock.

Alastor took him in eagerly, relishing the weight on his tongue and the stretch of his jaw. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking with exuberance as Lucifer began to thrust.

The omega's mind buzzed with pleasure, reveling in the feeling of being used, of submitting to the only being in Hell who could truly dominate him.

"Fuck, that's hot," Angel Dust breathed, his mismatched eyes fixed on the scene before him. He turned to Husk with a coy smile. "What do ya say, Husky? Want me to give you the same treatment?"

“Whenever ya wanna hurry the hell up with that,” the cat demon grunted.

Angel slid gracefully to his knees, his deft hands already working on Husk's zipper.

Husk's attention, however, kept drifting back to Alastor. There was something mesmerizing about watching the usually composed Radio Demon on his knees, eagerly pleasuring Lucifer.

It made his feathers all ruffled.

"Hey, eyes on me, big guy," Angel purred, nuzzling against Husk's exposed, pink cock.

Husk's ears flattened against his head, a gruff growl rumbling in his chest as he caught himself staring at Alastor again.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t…" he muttered, running a clawed hand through Angel's soft hair.

Angel pulled off Husk's cock with a wet pop, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I’m teasin’ ya Husky." He winked playfully. "Wish I had eyes in the back of my head so I could watch too."

Husk grunted, fur bristling. "I ain't watchin' nothin'," he grumbled unconvincingly.

"Sure, sure," Angel teased, before taking Husk back into his mouth.

The spider demon was an expert—alternating between deep, throat-constricting sucks and teasing licks along his alpha’s shaft.

His multiple hands roamed Husk's body, stroking his inner thighs and gently massaging his balls.

Despite his gruff exterior, Husk couldn't help the purr that rumbled in his chest.

His claws gently curled through Angel’s hair, earning a pleased hum that vibrated deliciously around his cock.

"Fuck, Angel," Husk groaned, his hips twitching upward. "You're too damn good at this."

Angel preened at the praise, redoubling his efforts. He took Husk deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock as his tongue danced along the underside.

Husk's eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, but the sounds from across the bed kept drawing his gaze.

The wet, choking noises of Alastor's throat being fucked, punctuated by Lucifer's low groans, were impossible to ignore.

He cracked one eye open, unable to resist another peek.

Alastor was a mess—his usually perfectly coiffed hair disheveled, drool running down his chin as Lucifer used his mouth. The Radio Demon's hands gripped Lucifer's thighs, claws digging in hard enough to rip the pristine white fabric.

Lucifer caught the other alpha’s wandering eyes, yanking Alastor's head back by the antlers.

Alastor gasped, a string of saliva dripping from his lips and the alpha’s cock. The Radio Demon whined at the loss.

"Enjoying the show?" Lucifer purred, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he let Alastor swallow him back down.

Husk's fur bristled, embarrassment and arousal warring within him. And panic. That he’d just been caught eyeballing the devil’s omega.

Instinctively, Husk puffed out his wings, trying to make himself appear larger. It was a primal response, an attempt to assert his status as an alpha in the presence of a more powerful rival.

Lucifer's smirk widened into a predatory grin as he slowly unfurled all six of his magnificent wings, each shimmering white and bloody red. Both beautiful and terrifying, a reminder of his supreme power in Hell.

Husk's bluster crumbled instantly.

He let out a gruff, involuntary sound, his own wings bowed in submission. The cat demon's ears flattened against his head.

Angel, ever attentive to his partner's moods, sensed Husk's distress. With a mischievous glint in his mismatched eyes, he cupped Husk's face in two of his hands, gently but firmly turning the alpha's attention back to him.

"Don’t ya two alphas start buttin’ heads just yet," Angel cooed, pressing a soft kiss to Husk's lips. "I've got somethin' much more interestin' for ya right here."

As the spider spoke, his second set of hands began working Husk's cock . The demon's touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through Husk's body.

"Fuck, kid," he muttered against Angel's lips. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Angel's laughter was light and musical. "What a way to go, though, right?"

“Yeah, what a way to go.” Husk agreed, voice gone low and soft for his omega.

Lucifer pulled Alastor to his feet making quick work of Alastor's remaining clothes

Across the bed, Angel was already naked, his fluffy chest heaving as he gazed up at Husk with half-lidded eyes as he drew his alpha to move over him.

Lucifer gave Alastor a last biting kiss, giving Alastor a push. The omega complied, even as the fall back onto the plush comforter caused a miffed bleat from his throat.

As they lay side by side, the similarities in their omega physiques was startling—because Alastor hid what Angel emphasized.

Both possessed long, lithe bodies, curved chests, and narrow hips, though Alastor's form was rougher, marred by old wounds and hidden beneath a layer of short, velvety fuzz. Angel on the other hand, was all white and pink, soft edges and inviting fluff.

Husk's eyes roved over Angel's form, drinking in the sight of his omega spread out before him.

He dipped his head, nuzzling into the soft fur of Angel's inner thigh. A low purr rumbled in his chest as he breathed in Angel's intoxicating scent—sweet and musky, with notes of strawberry and cream.

"Mmm, ya like what ya see, Husky?" Angel purred, running his fingers through Husk's coarse fur.

“Like what I smell,” Husk purred back

Husk responded by dragging his rough tongue along Angel's cock, eliciting a breathy moan from the spider demon. He lapped at Angel's cock with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste and reveling in the little gasps and whimpers he got.

Angel's back arched as Husk took him fully into his mouth, suckling gently. The cat demon's sandpapery tongue created delicious friction as he bobbed his head, purring all the while.

The vibrations sent shivers of pleasure coursing through the spider’s body.

"Oh fuck, Husk," Angel moaned, his multiple hands grasping at the sheets.

Beside them, Lucifer loomed over Alastor, crimson eyes blazing. He gripped the Radio Demon's slender thighs, spreading them wide to expose Alastor fully. A possessive growl rumbled in Lucifer's chest as he drank in the sight of his omega.

Alastor's chest heaved with anticipation, his usual grin replaced by parted lips and half-lidded eyes.

His prick twitched under Lucifer's predatory gaze, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Lucifer smirked, lowering his head to drag his forked tongue along Alastor's length, deft and gentle. The deer demon's breath hitched, his back arching off the bed.

But Lucifer didn't linger, instead trailing lower to lap at Alastor's slick-soaked entrance.

"My, my," Lucifer purred, his breath hot against Alastor's sensitive skin. "So wet for me already, sweetheart."

Alastor's witty retort dissolved into a strangled moan as Lucifer's serpentine tongue breached him.

The fallen angel's appendage was unnaturally long and dexterous, always leaving his omega gasping and writhing.

Lucifer's tongue explored Alastor's satiny walls, tasting and teasing as it went. He reveled in the way Alastor's thighs trembled around his head, in the little whimpers and gasps that escaped the usually aloof Radio Demon.

As his tongue worked its magic, Lucifer slipped a finger alongside it, stretching and teasing Alastor's tight hole.

The Radio Demon squirmed under his ministrations, velvet fur bristling with each wave of pleasure. Alastor's claws dug into the sheets, tearing small holes as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his voice crackling with static. "Are you going to make me beg, darling?"

The fallen angel withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a second finger. He curled them expertly, brushing against Alastor's sweet spot and drawing a choked moan from the deer demon.

"No, sweetheart," Lucifer purred, his crimson eyes gleaming with desire. "I want to make you come. To see you fall apart beneath me."

Alastor's breath hitched, his chest heaving as Lucifer's fingers continued their relentless assault on his prostate.

He could feel his resolve crumbling, the careful walls he'd built around himself threatening to come crashing down.

"N-Not yet," Alastor managed, his voice strained. "I don't want to…not yet."

Understanding flickered in Lucifer's eyes. He knew how vulnerable Alastor became after orgasming, how raw and open he felt.

With a gentle nod, Lucifer withdrew his fingers, eliciting a soft whine from his omega.

"As you wish," Lucifer murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor's inner thigh.

Meanwhile, Angel batted his long eyelashes at his alpha, spreading his legs invitingly. "C'mon, Husky," he cooed, running a hand down his own chest. "Don't keep a guy waitin'."

The alphas exchanged a brief glance before focusing on their own omegas.

Lucifer's six wings unfurled, casting a shadow over Alastor as he positioned himself between the Radio Demon's legs. Husk's own wings flared out, not quite as impressive but still a commanding sight.

Alastor's breath hitched, his claws digging into Lucifer's back as the alpha slowly pushed inside him. The stretch was delicious, bordering on painful, and Alastor reveled in it.

His static crackled loudly, filling the air with white noise as Lucifer bottomed out.

Beside them, Husk growled low in his throat as he entered Angel. The spider demon moaned wantonly, wrapping all four arms around Husk's neck and pulling him close.

"That's it, baby," Angel purred. "Fill me up good."

The bed creaked as both couples began to move, finding their rhythms. Lucifer's thrusts were hard and precise, each one drawing a gasp or moan from Alastor.

The Radio Demon's usual composure was completely shattered, his face flushed and eyes glowing and spinning with dials.

The room filled with the sounds of their coupling as Lucifer and Husk claimed their omegas.

Angel's high-pitched moans echoed off the walls, punctuated by breathless exclamations. His multiple hands roamed wildly, clutching at Husk's fur and the sheets beneath them.

"Oh fuck, yes! Right there! You're so big, you're splitting me open!" Angel wailed, tossing his head back and forth on the scarlet comforter.

Husk gave a huff. This wasn't the Angel he knew in their private moments—this was Angel the porn star, putting on a show.

"Hey, hey," The cat demon growled softly, slowing his thrusts to a gentle roll of his hips. "Knock it off, will ya? You don't gotta do all that."

“C’mon Husky,” Angel's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability passing over his face before he covered it with a coy smile.

The alpha leaned down, gruff exterior melting as he nuzzled Angel's neck tenderly. "You don't gotta put on a show just cause we got company."

Angel stilled, fingers curling into Husk’s fur. “Sorry, baby, old habits they—”

"Shh," Husk murmured, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to Angel's lips. "I know, sweetheart. But you don't need to prove nothin' to nobody."

The alpha reached between their bodies, fingers dragging through soft fur, wrapping his paw around Angel's cock.

He began to stroke in time with his gentle thrusts, his touch firm but adoring.

“Oh, Husk,” Angel gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as genuine pleasure coursed through him. "

"That's it, baby," Husk encouraged, his usual gruffness tempered by affection. "

Angel whimpered, his body relaxing as he allowed himself to truly feel every sensation. His moans became softer, more genuine, punctuated by little gasps and sighs of pleasure. His multiple hands found purpose, two tangling in Husk's fur.

Beside him, Alastor remained eerily quiet, his eyes half-lidded and a slight smile playing on his lips. His ears twitched with each thrust from Lucifer, the only outward sign of his pleasure beyond his flushed cheeks.

Lucifer noticed Alastor's silence and leaned in close, his voice a sultry whisper. “You don’t have to hold back, Bambi. You’re safe.”

“I know.” The omega snapped, unable to speak without being breathless.

Lucifer's words hung in the air, a tender challenge that sent a shiver down Alastor's spine. The Radio Demon's ears twitched, his crimson eyes darting briefly to Angel beside him.

The spider demon's soft, genuine moans filled the room, a stark contrast to Alastor's own stubborn silence.

Alastor's chest tightened, and vulnerability warring within him.

He wanted to let go, to give Lucifer what he asked for, but a century of carefully constructed walls weren't so easily torn down.

His claws dug into Lucifer's back, leaving crescent-shaped marks on the fallen angel's pale skin. Though careful to avoid the sensitive bases of his wings.

Lucifer changed his angle, driving deeper into Alastor with each thrust. The Radio Demon's breath hitched, his static crackling louder as pleasure coursed through his body.

Still, no sound escaped his lips beyond the softest of gasps.

Determined to break through Alastor's defenses, Lucifer suddenly slowed his pace. His thrusts became shallow, teasing, barely brushing against Alastor's sweet spot.

The omega's eyes widened, a whine building in his throat that he stubbornly swallowed back.

"Come on, sweetheart," Lucifer purred, his voice low and enticing. "Let me hear you."

Alastor's resolve wavered, his hips rolling involuntarily as he sought more friction. Lucifer responded by nearly pulling out entirely, the head of his cock just barely inside Alastor's quivering hole.

The loss was too much. A strangled whimper escaped the omega’s throat, his usual grin replaced by parted lips and furrowed brows.

"Lucifer, please," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

A small victory. But he’d take it.

Lucifer surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. The sudden fullness drew a sharp cry from Alastor, his back arching off the bed.

"That's it, Bambi," Lucifer cooed, pressing tender kisses along Alastor's jaw. "You're so good for me."

Something in Alastor broke at those words. He pulled Lucifer close, his lips brushing against the alpha's ear as he finally found his voice.

"Harder," Alastor whispered, his breath hot against Lucifer's skin. "Make me yours, Lucifer. Let them hear who I belong to."

Lucifer's eyes blazed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He captured Alastor's lips in a searing kiss as he began to move with renewed vigor, each thrust drawing an almost musical cry from the Radio Demon.

Encouraged by Lucifer's praise, Alastor turned his head to look at Angel.

Alastor's crimson eyes locked with Angel's mismatched ones, a silent understanding passing between them.

With a grace that belied his current position, Alastor reached out, his slender fingers tangling in Angel's soft fur. He pulled the spider demon closer, their faces mere inches apart.

Angel's eyes widened in surprise, but a coy smile played on his lips. "Well, now I know why you’re always smilin’," he purred, his breath hot against Alastor's skin.

“Shut up.” Alastor snorted. “Or allow me to shut you up.”

Without warning, Alastor closed the distance between them, capturing Angel's lips in a searing kiss.

The spider’s surprised squeak quickly melted into a moan as the deer dominated the kiss, his tongue exploring Angel's mouth with confident precision.

Both alphas faltered in their rhythms, transfixed.

Their thrusts became more erratic, driven by a primal need to stake their claim on their omega.

Angel, usually so bold and flirtatious, found himself overwhelmed by Alastor's intensity. He whimpered into the kiss, his multiple hands clutching at the sheets and at Husk's fur.

Who was wondering if Alastor could taste him on Angel’s tongue.

As the omega broke apart, Angel's eyes were wide with wonder. "Holy shit, Al," he breathed. "Who knew you had it in ya?"

"My dear Angel," Alastor purred, his voice carrying a hint of radio static, "I'm full of surprises."

The room crackled with renewed energy, the air thick with pheromones and desire. Lucifer's grip on Alastor's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful.

"That was quite a show, Bambi," he growled, his voice dripping possessiveness.

“Jealous, darling?” Alastor turned back to his alpha, a challenging glint in his eye. His static crackled louder, filling the room with white noise as Lucifer hit his sweet spot repeatedly.

"Fuck," Husk, not to be outdone, pulled Angel closer, his wings enveloping them both. "That was hot as hell."

Lucifer's thrusts became more erratic, his knot swelling inside Alastor. With practiced care, he wrapped his hand around Alastor's length, stroking his thumb deftly over the head of the omega’s cock.

Alastor's eyes rolled back as Lucifer's knot locked inside him, waves of pleasure washing over him. He came with a strangled cry, spilling over Lucifer's hand.

Beside them, Angel was practically howling with pleasure. "Harder, Husky! Fuckin' wreck me!"

Husk growled, his claws digging into Angel's hips as he obliged, roughly jerking Angel's cock in time with his thrusts. Until his knot locked them together and sticky come dampened the fur between them.

***

As the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and satisfied sighs, the two couples lay entwined, basking in the afterglow. Alastor's usual static had faded to a soft, pleasant hum, while Angel purred contentedly in Husk's arms. 

The air was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, a heady mixture that made heads spin.

But the omegas weren't done yet.

With a shared glance of mischievous understanding, Alastor and Angel move. The deer’s shadow tentacles erupted from his back, and the spider used his extra limbs for leverage.  They flipped their alphas onto their backs, eliciting surprised grunts from both Lucifer and Husk. 

The omegas straddled their partners, Alastor and Angel's lithe forms silhouetted in the warm light of the bedroom.

"What the-" Lucifer started, his wings flaring out in surprise. "Well, fuck," he purred, his hands instinctively moving to grip Alastor's hips.

Beside him, Angel was already rolling enthusiastically on Husk's lap, his hands roaming over his own body and his mate’s chest.

The Radio Demon glanced sideways, taking his cue from the pornstar with a grin, as he began to slowly rock his hips, savoring the feeling of Lucifer's knot locked inside him. 

"Fuck, kid," Husk groaned, his claws digging into Angel's thighs, already letting his head loll back and enjoy his omega riding him. 

Lucifer, always quick to recover, raised an eyebrow at Alastor. 

Alastor's crimson eyes gleamed with mischief as he locked gazes with Lucifer. He leaned forward, his antlers casting elongated shadows across the fallen angel's face. 

"Who do you think taught me this little maneuver, darling?" he purred, his voice dripping with amusement.

Lucifer's gaze shifted to Angel, who was riding Husk's knot like a pro, his head thrown back in and a golden grin on his lips. 

"I see," Lucifer murmured, his grip on Alastor's hips tightening. "And just how many... lessons did our spider friend give you, hmm?"

"Darling, relax, " he purred, leaning in close to whisper in Lucifer's ear, "it was a purely technical discussion." He rolled his hips in a particularly tantalizing way, drawing a sharp gasp from Lucifer. “My intent was only to please you.” 

Lucifer's hands gripped Alastor's thighs, his eyes blazing with desire. "You never cease to amaze me, darling."

"That's the idea, my love." Alastor leaned down, his the dark ends of his hair brushing Lucifer's face. “And, the…thrill of riding the big boss of hell himself.”

Seeing Lucifer reduced to a purring, panting mess under him. 

Alastor felt Lucifer tense beneath him. The alpha's release sent his hips rocking up into the omega, his knot dragged along inside him—Alastor clung to his shoulders, riding out Lucifer’s aftershocks and another warm rush of come filling him. 

Lucifer was left panting against the soft fuzz of Alastor’s chest. The demon’s fingers carded through his golden hair. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?" Lucifer murmured, his hand gently caressing Alastor's cheek.

The omega nuzzled into the touch, feeling needy—as he always did when he’d come and taken a knot. "Perfectly fine, darling. Just... a bit overwhelmed."

Lucifer nodded, pulling Alastor close, unfurling his magnificent wings to cocoon them in privacy. 

The soft, feathered embrace enveloped them both, covering them from the rest of the world. 

Angel Dust stretched languidly, his multiple arms reaching in different directions as he purred contentedly. 

His mismatched eyes to the cocoon of feathers now occupying the other end of the bed.

 He turned to Husk, lightly smacking the cat demon across the chest. 

“What?” Husk grunted, his wings ruffling slightly. 

“Why don’t you do that??” Angel demanded, gesturing to the curled archangel wings that completely hid the knotted pair from view.

“Seriously? He’s got six wings, I only got two." Husk grumbled, but there was a softness in his eyes that belied his gruff tone.

Angel pouted dramatically. "Aw, come on! Don't tell me the big bad kitty cat is afraid of a little snuggle time."

Husk sighed heavily, but Angel could see the corners of his mouth twitching. "Fine, ya persistent little fluff ball. C'mere."

With a delighted squeal, Angel nestled into Husk's arms, his head tucked under the alpha's chin as the red and black feathers curled around him.

"See? Isn't this nice?" Angel murmured, feeling Husk's chest rumble with a reluctant purr.

"Yeah, yeah," Husk muttered, but his arms tightened around Angel, one paw gently stroking the omega's back.

On the other side of the bed, Alastor and Lucifer remained enveloped in the fallen angel's wings.

Alastor felt at peace, a rare sensation for the high-strung overlord. Though, there was still a little bit of a…twitch between his legs.

“Can I…?” Lucifer asked, his fingers trailed down Alastor's body, coming to rest on his still-sensitive cock.

The touch was feather-light, almost reverent.

“Mmm,” Alastor murmured, lifting his head from Lucifer’s shoulder, knowing that the angel would want more of an answer.

And, he thought he could go again, if he really wanted that bone-deep contentment that came from a thorough coupling with his alpha.

“Convince me.” The omega purred.

Lucifer's eyes gleamed with tender affection as he gazed up at Alastor. His fingers ghosted along the omega's velvet-fuzzed skin, tracing delicate patterns.

"My beautiful doe," Lucifer murmured, voice low and husky, soft just enough for the omega to hear. "You're so damn gorgeous like this. All sweet and trembling in my arms."

Alastor shivered, his usual walls and defenses crumbling under Lucifer's tender assault. He felt raw, exposed - yet utterly safe within the cocoon of his alpha's wings.

He leaned up, pressing feather-light kisses up along Alastor's jaw. His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below Alastor's ear, drawing a soft gasp from the Radio Demon.

"I adore seeing you like this," Lucifer continued, his breath hot against Alastor's skin. "And that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. ."

“Mmm, you are the only one,” the omega purred, his eyes heavy-lidded

Lucifer’s thumb just brushed over the tip of Alastor’s cock. The omega's breath hitched, his hips rolling, causing them both to groan softly.

Alastor gripped to Lucifer’s face, fingers curling in the sleek blonde strands, squirming in the alpha’s lap. But he didn’t ask the angel to stop, and he didn’t want him to.

"That's it, sweetheart," Lucifer encouraged softly.

His thumb swirled around the sensitive head of Alastor's cock, spreading the beads of come gathering there.

Alastor whimpered, burying his face in the crook of Lucifer's neck.

"You're doing so well," Lucifer praised, his free hand stroking soothingly down Alastor's back. "My perfect omega. So sensitive, so beautiful."

He continued his ministrations, alternating between feather-light touches and firmer strokes.

All the while, he murmured sweet nothings into Alastor's ear, his voice a soothing balm to the omega's frayed nerves.

Alastor felt himself melting under Lucifer's touch, the pleasure building slowly but steadily.

The alpha's knot still locked inside him added to the staggering sensations.

"L-Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please…"

"I know, baby," Lucifer soothed, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor's forehead. "I've got you. Just let go."

Alastor came with a soft, broken cry. His body shuddered, clinging to Lucifer as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Lucifer held him close, murmuring words of praise and adoration as Alastor rode out his orgasm.

When the last tremors subsided, Alastor collapsed against Lucifer's shoulder, utterly spent.

Alastor's breath came in soft pants as he nestled against Lucifer's chest, utterly spent.

The fallen angel's wings remained curled protectively around them, creating a private sanctuary of soft feathers and warm skin. Lucifer's fingers traced lazy patterns along Alastor's back, soothing the trembling omega.

"My brilliant, infuriating doe."Lucifer murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor's forehead.

Alastor hummed contentedly, too blissed out to form coherent words. His usual sharp wit and quick tongue were silenced, replaced by a bone-deep satisfaction that left him pliant in Lucifer's arms.

The alpha's praise washed over him like a warm balm, seeping into the cracks of his carefully constructed facade and filling him with a sense of safety and belonging.

On the other side of the bed, Angel and Husk were tangled together in their own cocoon of feathers and fur.

Angel's multiple arms were wrapped around Husk's broad chest, his face nuzzled into the soft ruff of fur at the cat demon's neck. Husk's wings enveloped them both, creating a warm, private space that smelled of cigarettes, cheap booze, and Angel's cotton candy scent.

"Ya know," Angel murmured, his voice muffled against Husk's fur, "for a grumpy old cat, you're pretty damn cuddly."

Husk grunted, but his arms tightened around Angel. "Yeah, well, don't go spreadin' it around. Got a reputation to maintain."

Angel chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Husk's collarbone. "Your secret's safe with me, Husky."

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Imagine if Adam, who was the first alpha was turned into an omega after he died. It’s an au I’m currently working on. What do you think? Any thoughts

Sounds good!!

It would be such a shock to Adam to go from one extreme to the other. And when that time came around he wouldn't want just any alpha he'd only want the best. *Wink*

I imagine he'd lock himself away in his room to not be bothered or to have anyone smell him.

Lucifer: What is that sweet smell?

He follows it all the way to Adams room and grins. This will be fun.

Lucifer: Adam, open the door.~

[sauce-cat]

🍎📻 ALPHA & OMEGA