#omega Alastor

[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!)

[alastors-airwaves]

Alastor steps into the dimly lit corridor of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual swagger slightly diminished as he clutches his stomach. He mutters to himself, trying to shake off the lingering nausea.

Alastor: Just a little rest, that’s all I need. *grumbles* I swear, I’ll never eat that again...

As he approaches his room, he suddenly notices a faint glow emanating from the slightly ajar door down the hall. Curiosity piqued, he glances in, only to find Husk and Lucifer Morningstar inside. The sight catches him off guard, and he hesitates before peeking in further, his heart racing with a mix of anger and jealousy.

Husk, usually grumpy and disheveled, leans against Lucifer. The smaller blonde whispers something soothing, and Husk seems to respond to him with a relaxed sigh, eyes half-closed.

Alastor's expression darkens, his brow furrowing as he tries to process what he’s witnessing.

Alastor: Husker! What do you think you’re doing in there? I thought we had an understanding during your... heat cycles! You’re supposed to come to me for that sort of—

Lucifer turns his head, a knowing smirk crossing his face, while Husk looks startled but quickly regains his composure.

Lucifer: Alastor, I didn’t expect to see you here. We were just having a little... “conversation”.

Alastor’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he steps into the room, trying to assert dominance despite the twist of jealousy in his gut.

Alastor: “Conversation?” Is that what you call it? Husk, you’ve been through this before! I’m the one who’s supposed to be—

Husk: Boss! Stop! I’m not some property for you to claim. You think just because you pretend to be an alpha that you can—

Alastor: I am an alpha! I’ve always been an alpha! You don’t need to—

Lucifer: *chuckles* Seems like someone’s a bit possessive, Al. You should relax. Husk’s not going anywhere, especially not when I’m here to help him through this. Isn’t that right, Husk?

Husk glances between the two, visibly torn, but Alastor can see the way he leans closer to Lucifer, and it drives him to the edge.

Alastor: Fine! Enjoy your little...moment, then! Just don’t come crying to me when you’re done.

He spins on his heel, storming out of the room, the jealousy and anger churning inside him.

Once in the safety of his own space, he slams the door behind him, struggling to suppress the wave of emotions washing over him.

Alastor leans against the door, breathing heavily, the facade of control slipping as he mutters to himself.

He sinks to the floor, the mask of the Radio Demon cracking as he grapples with the feelings he can’t quite name.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Only You ~ Mid-century Music AU

Ch 9 of Until the Devil’s Last Dance

RadioApple₊⁺⋆ 50s Human AU ₊⁺⋆ Omega!Alastor ₊⁺⋆ Explicit~ 4.7k

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//Hello yes I've lost my mind and I'm posting only the smut of my ongoing fic...eh no complaints have been filed yet XD//

CW: More misconceptions about sex and virginity on Alastor's part

🎙️“Only you... such simple words, but oh, the weight they carry. In this moment, dear listeners, our lovers draw closer, pulled by something far more powerful than mere attraction. There’s vulnerability here, a tenderness that no one else has ever touched…And in the stillness, it becomes clear—there’s only one soul who could ever make them feel whole.”🎙️

🎵Only you can make this world seem right Only you can make the darkness bright🎵

The midday sun painted Alastor's apartment in a soft, golden hue as he gazed out the window, his heart still racing from the night's events. The city below was stirring with the bustle of a lazy Sunday, but inside, time seemed suspended in a perfect moment.

Alastor's fingers traced his lips, still tingling from Lucifer's kisses from before he slipped away to start the coffeepot.

He came back to the room to see the alpha sprawled inelegantly across the bed, snoozing again, laying out on his stomach, sheet draped low on his hips. A now familiar warmth spread through Alastor's chest that was becoming intoxicating.

What was unfamiliar, was Lucifer’s shirtless form—his bare back was directly in the light and putting all of his intricate ink on display.

Unlike the swirling designs that decorated his forearms—darkest and most intricate at his fingers before becoming sparse and faded at his elbows—the filigree along his back formed an image that was far from abstract.

They were wings.

Not just one pair, either. Six wings framed along the alpha’s spine. The topmost pair were the largest, the tips of their feathers curled over Lucifer’s shoulders and his biceps from behind and no doubt graced his collar bones enough that Alastor had seen them in the dark the other night.

The middle pair of wings stretched full across the center of his back and framed his ribs.

And the final set of feathers arched over Lucifer’s lower back, hugging his hips and drawing down his thighs, below where the sheet rose up to cover the alpha’s lower body.

Everything in Alastor wanted to touch. To trace every line of each tattoo. 

He longed to know where and why and how—but he knew those were the memories that belong to Lucifer, the soldier.

An entirely different man from the one laying in his bed.

And Alastor…didn’t want him to relive that pain.

A sleepy sound from the blonde drove away the omega’s sudden realization that he cared for anyone’s agony but his own—and a soft smile came to the omega’s lips

"Mm…Is it morning already?" Lucifer's voice was husky with sleep.

“Not at all,” Alastor assuaged, “In fact it’s well past noon, you’ve missed the morning entirely.”

“Thank you, dear,” Lucifer let out a sleepy groan, burying his face in a pillow.

Alastor padded over to the bed, drinking in the sight of Lucifer's tousled hair and sleepy eyes.

“You’re quite welcome, darling.”

As he sat on the edge, Lucifer reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers.

🎶When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do You’re my dream come true, my one and only you🎵

“You certainly deserve to be exhausted.” Alastor soothed, a genuine tone in his voice. “Last night was…’

"Incredible," Lucifer finished, wrapping his other arm around Alastor and pulling him close.

Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Alastor marveled at how natural it felt, how exquisitely they fit together. When they parted, he rested his forehead against Lucifer's, breathing him in.

"I've never felt like this before," Alastor admitted softly. "It's almost overwhelming."

Lucifer cupped Alastor's face tenderly. "In a good way, I hope?"

“In the best way.” Alastor nodded, leaning into the touch, leaning over Lucifer’s bare torso. “I just…I want more.”

"More of what?" Lucifer's thumb stroked Alastor's cheek.

"More of you. More of this," Alastor gestured between them. "More of everything.”

“You can have more.” Lucifer moved to sit up, cupping the omega’s face and bringing him close. “You can have anything you want, sweetheart.”

Alastor's pulse quickened as he leaned in to kiss Lucifer again, impatient, desperate, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.

The intensity of his desire caught him off guard, a tidal wave of emotion he couldn't resist.

"I want this, Lucifer. I want you." Alastor breathed against the alpha’s lips.

“You have me,” the blonde said, and the endearing earnestness of his voice was the only thing that kept the brunette from rolling his eyes.

How did they always come back to this? Trying to throw himself at the only alpha in the world who just wanted to catch him and hold him but not pin him down and—

🎵Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do And fill my heart with love for only you🎵

Alastor needed to make his wishes much, much more plain.

The omega let out a weak growl of his own, placing a hand on Lucifer’s chest and pushing him back on the bed to straddle him.

“Whoa, okay. Good morning.” The alpha chuckled, but the glee in his eyes seemed to stifle when he looked up at Alastor. “We don’t have to rush, sweetheart.”

Lucifer's steady hand covered Alastor’s on his chest.

The sheer frustration was nearly impossible to mask.

“I’m not sure how much more conspicuous I can make my desires here.” 

He leaned over Lucifer. So this brilliant, wonderful, infuriating alpha could look at nothing else.

 “I want you. Take me. Have me. Fuck—”

Alastor’s hazel eyes flared as Lucifer had the audacity to clap a hand over his mouth—and the omega had to fight the audacious urge to bite his ink-covered fingers.

“I’m sorry.” Lucifer blurted at once. “It’s just, if I hear your voice saying ‘fuck me,’ I might just lose what’s left of my mind.”

Alastor snorted a laugh as Lucifer’s palm fell from his lips, though the hand just cupped his face, brushing adoringly over his cheek…so Alastor allowed it to stay despite his obvious irritation.

He leaned in closer to Lucifer, his voice dropping to an enticing whisper. "And why, pray tell, are you resisting?" 

The words 'rejecting me' danced on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, unwilling to reveal that bare that vulnerability.

Lucifer's gaze softened. The alpha's hesitation was palpable, and Alastor found himself holding his breath, waiting for his response.

"Because," the blonde began, his voice low and tinged with concern. He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts. 

It took every bit of patience Alastor had to wait and swallow his own anticipation.

Finally, Lucifer continued, "Because I'm worried that you're not ready, and that you won't tell me you're not—and that I'll end up hurting you."

The admission hung between them, heavy with implication. 

Alastor's mind whirled, processing Lucifer's words. Somehow, such affection, such consideration from the alpha, still managed to catch him off guard. 

It stirred and infuriated him in equal measure.

Alastor let out a soft, melodious laugh, his eyes dancing with fondness for this ludicrous romantic of a man. 

"My darling sweet alpha," he purred, his voice as smooth as honey laced with poison, a tone he had perfected. "pain is an inevitability in life. Why, I'd be disappointed if there wasn't a touch of…discomfort."

He watched Lucifer's face carefully, noting the slight furrowing of his brow.  

The blonde was doing that irritating, endearing thing he did. Trying to see through Alastor's carefully chosen words, artlessly blundering right into the assailable, squishy heart of the omega. 

So, without warning, Alastor closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Lucifer's in a searing kiss. His hands snaked up to tangle in the alpha's hair, pulling him closer.

In the omega’s mind, pain wasn't just possible—it was a certainty. He played his charm and looks so freely, but his virginity was the most powerful card in his hand.

And he had been careful to protect it. 

To cultivate the unspoiled scent of unmated omega. It was the first thing alphas noticed about him, and it always gave Alastor the upper hand.

The pain was the proof in advertising. The gift he would give to the highest bidder—and to think, days ago, that had alpha would have been Vox.

Alastor knew the choice he was making. Aware that he was lowering his value as an omega but…he didn’t care any more. 

These fleeting days with this beautiful alpha had changed Alastor, changed what he wanted out of life. Thinking that Lucifer had left  yesterday morning had made the omega realize what he would regret losing, and what he wouldn’t.

🎶Oh, only you can make all this change in me

For it’s true, you are my destiny🎵

Lucifer had shown him pleasure he couldn’t imagine before. All from his gentleness, his affection, his simple goodness.

Alastor wanted the first thing inside him to be this alpha. Who cared for him.

So yes, Alastor expected pain. His first time could be nothing less—but Lucifer was a romanticist. And Alastor wouldn’t let him know how much it hurt.

Breaking the kiss, Alastor's nimble fingers moved to the buttons of his own sleepshirt. With a fluid motion, he shed the garment, drawing his fingers down his lithe form. 

His gaze locked with Lucifer's as he traced the faded marks on his hips—remnants of their previous encounter, where the alpha had grabbed him and guided him.

“I bruised you…?”

"Don't you remember how much I enjoyed this?" Alastor murmured, guiding Lucifer's hand to the marks.

“You did?”

“Yes.” Alastor suppressed a shiver at the contact, his skin tingling where the alpha touched him. "I may be the weaker sex, but I'm not some delicate flower, darling."

Lucifer's eyes darkened with desire, his resolve visibly wavering as he traced the marks on Alastor's narrow hips. 

The omega felt a thrill of victory surge through him. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the other’s ear as he whispered, “I know how you love my voice, Lucifer.” Alastor's voice took on a teasing lilt as he continued, “If you’d rather I use sweeter words, I am amenable…I rather adore the romantic you are.”

Lucifer's breath hitched, his hands tightening on Alastor deliciously. 

"There’s…nothing wrong with being a little sentimental," the alpha admitted, a hint of fragility in his voice.

Seizing the moment, Alastor pressed his advantage. "Then make love to me, Lucifer," he purred, his fingers tracing patterns on the alpha's chest. "Show me how a good alpha loves."

With a growl that sent shivers down Alastor's spine, Lucifer suddenly lifted him, powerful hands gripping his thighs. Alastor found himself on his back, the alpha looming over him. 

Unlike before, there was no flinch, no hesitation in Alastor's actions. He welcomed the weight of Lucifer's body, his legs wrapping around the alpha's waist.

"Is this what you want?" Lucifer breathed, his eyes searching Alastor's face.

Alastor grinned, sharp and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you have no idea," he purred, rolling his hips upward invitingly. 

“Wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

"Then have me. I can take it.” Alastor's voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his lips brushing Lucifer's ear as the other’s mouth was at his mating gland. “Blood doesn’t phase me.”

Lucifer froze, his body suddenly tense above Alastor. He pulled back, his golden eyes wide with concern. "Blood? Alastor, what are you talking about?"

The omega blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Lucifer's reaction. The man just could not let anything go, could he?

The brunette quickly composed himself, forcing a nonchalant smile.

 "Oh, come now, don't tell me you're squeamish. It's perfectly natural, isn't it? The first time always hurts a bit."

Lucifer's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Alastor intently.

 Despite the omega's casual tone, there was something in his eyes—a flicker of apprehension, quickly masked but unmistakable to the perceptive alpha.

"Really, darling, it's nothing to fuss over. I assure you, I'm quite prepared for any…discomfort." He downplayed, reaching for the alpha again.

Lucifer's expression softened, his golden eyes filled with understanding and gentle affection. He cupped Alastor's face in his hands, his touch feather-light. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, "it doesn't have to hurt at all. Not if we do this right."

Alastor's brow furrowed, skepticism clear in his hazel eyes. "What do you mean?" 

He knew his alpha was lovey-dovey, but this was downright fanciful.

"You've never had anything inside you before, so we can practice first." Lucifer pacified, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor's forehead. 

"Practice?" Alastor echoed, his usual fluency deserting him. His mind whirled with confusion and a whiff of anticipation. “Are you…saying you won’t… knot me?”

“I will, I will. If that’s what you want…just, not right now.”

Alastor could not hide his frustration now. He gave a rather melodramatic groan and flopped back against the bed. “Must you stymie my every attempt at—“

Lucifer interrupted, not with his words but by sliding his hand down into Alastor's silk pajama pants.

“I’m not tryin’ to stop ya, sweetheart, y’know I wanna give ya anything ya want.”

The omega's breath hitched as Lucifer's fingers teased over his pussy, finding him wet and already willing, those digits sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Let me use my mouth on you," Lucifer suggested, his voice low and rumbling. "I'll make you come that way first. Then, when you're relaxed and ready, we can try with my fingers inside you. How does that sound?"

Alastor bit at his bottom lip, hating the way Lucifer eased off his touching to let him think. As much as he needed it.

 He'd never imagined there could be so much…preparation involved. Part of him wanted to protest, to insist he could handle more, but the affection in Lucifer's eyes made him pause. 

And want to give in. And give up his plans. Let himself be lead.

🎵 Oh-oh, only you can make all this change in me

For it’s true, you are my destiny🎵

Alastor slid his hands up Lucifer’s chest, gripping the alpha’s shoulders. He swallowed hard, finding his voice.

"I…suppose that would be acceptable," he managed, his usual bravado faltering in the face of Lucifer's loving proposition.

Lucifer's lips curved into a soft smile, but Alastor wasn't finished. 

A glimmer of his trademark scheming returned to his eyes as he added, "On one condition, my dear."

"Oh?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

"I finally get to use my mouth on you as well. It's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"

For an instant, Lucifer appeared surprised. Then, his face melted into longing and fondness.

"You drive a hard bargain, darling." Lucifer chuckled, running a hand through Alastor's hair. "But I’ll take it, gladly."

Alastor's heart skipped a beat at the endearment, though he'd never admit it. Instead, he leaned into Lucifer's touch, a thrill of anticipation running through him. 

Lucifer's golden gaze was locked onto Alastor, desire and adoration in his eyes. His lips traced a path from the hollow of Alastor's throat to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. The omega gasped as Lucifer's mouth found its way to his clit, a soft whimper escaping him.

"Alright?" Lucifer asked, looking up at Alastor with concern etched on his face.

Alastor nodded, too breathless to speak. Needing Lucifer’s mouth to stay right where it fucking was. His lips made Alastor squirm—but that damnable tongue.

Lucifer smirked at the reassurance, drawing a teasing lick between Alastor’s folds—that drew an indignant sound from the omega—that he would dare stop.

“Must you…” the brunette groaned, letting his arm fall on the pillow above his head. “Be such a fucking tease?”

He grinned when his crude turn of phrase got exactly the reaction he wanted. Lucifer shuddered a groan against his slicked center, making him tremble in turn.

“Oh, fuck…sorry.” The alpha said, with a very un-sorry looking smile.

“Don’t waste time apologizing when you could be—ah!”

Lucifer’s tongue swirled around Alastor's clit with practiced ease while his fingers kneaded into the omega's trembling thighs. Each flick of sent shocks of pleasure coursing through Alastor's body until he was writhing.

The world seemed to narrow down to just this moment, just this feeling.

When Alastor came, it was with a cry that he had to stifle in the crook of his elbow. His body convulsed, and the alpha lapped at every wave, dragging it on until the omega was thoroughly undone.

But Lucifer didn't stop there.

As Alastor lay panting and spent on the bed, the blonde moved over him again. Lips shiny with slick.

Alastor’s mouth watered at the thought of a kiss when his breath hitched. The alpha was running the tip of his finger around his entrance, teasing at the muscle, like he was trying to ease his body before invading it.

Alastor felt his face and torso flush, like he’d never cooled from his pleasure, and quickly turned his cheek into the crook of his arm.

���Hey,” the alpha said, his voice a soft growl, contrasting with compassion and raw desire. “Look at me.”

Alastor felt a whine building in his throat. The sensation, the anticipation, the…uncertainty of what his face would do when Lucifer pushed a digit inside him.

If it hurt, Alastor didn’t want to show it. He didn’t want Lucifer to pull away over a moment of pain—not when another alpha would barely give him the consideration to slow down.

“Must I?” the omega murmured against his own skin.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” The alpha hummed. “I’ll do whatever ya want. Just lemme see your face.”

Alastor dropped his arm, needing a moment to wet his dried lips before he could look up at the alpha.

He wasn’t prepared for the devastatingly adoring look in those golden eyes. His past encounters had been hurried, impersonal affairs that left him feeling used, never satisfied. This was heartbreaking. As was the way Lucifer leaned in and kissed Alastor so sweetly.

Finally, the alpha slid a finger into him for the first time. And the omega gasped against his mouth. The sensation was alien but not unpalatable—he didn’t even feel a sting.

What he did feel, was hot. Achingly slick. As he gripped the alpha’s shoulders for dear life—and his pussy clenched eagerly around the intrusion.

"You okay?" Lucifer asked again, pausing as he waited for Alastor's response.

"Yes," Alastor breathed out after a moment. "Please…keep going."

“Easy, tiger.” The alpha chuckled, but encouraged by those words, he began moving his finger slowly within him.

But this was different. Lucifer moved with a softness that belied his rugged exterior, his golden eyes locked onto Alastor's face as if studying every flicker of emotion that crossed it.

Then, without warning, that single digit curled inside him, finding a sensation he never knew existed. A gasp tore from Alastor's throat as waves of pleasure radiated from that one spot. He could feel his body responding instinctively, clenching around the intrusion in an attempt to draw it deeper.

Lucifer paused at the reaction, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized what he'd found. He pressed against the mark again and Alastor nearly bucked off the bed with the intensity of the thrill.

"Easy," Lucifer murmured soothingly. "Just breathe."

Before Alastor could respond or even catch his lungful properly, another finger joined the first one. The stretch was unsettling for a moment before pleasure quickly overcame any discomfort with the way Lucifer curved his fingers.

The dual sensations—of being filled and stimulated in such an intimate way—were overwhelming in their intensity but utterly addictive. It was like nothing Alastor had ever experienced before—sweet torment that made him want more, even as he feared he might shatter under its potency.

The perpetually composed omega found himself a mess under the blonde’s hand, clinging to Lucifer, gasping against his mouth, unable to escape those angel eyes.

The blonde’s free hand was in his hair, pushing it away from his face, pinning the omega in place as he pleasured him.

Alastor found himself teetering on the edge of another climax faster than he could have imagined. When he felt Lucifer shift his hand and circle his swollen clit.

The omega’s tongue fumbled over every word he’d ever known—he couldn’t even get out Lucifer’s name.

All he could gasp out, was “alpha.”

When his second orgasm hit, it was even more fierce than the first. His body clenched around Lucifer's fingers as waves of bliss washed over him, leaving him shaking and panting.

Lucifer held him through it all, whispering words of comfort and praise until Alastor's breathing finally began to slow. He looked up at Lucifer with wide hazel eyes.

Lucifer smiled back at him, his golden eyes softening with affection.

“Didn’t know you could be left speechless.”

Alastor nodded fervently, unable to form words as ripples of ecstasy swept through him. His mind reeled, caught between the physical sensations and the emotional severity of the moment. He'd never felt so vulnerable, yet so cherished. It was a connection that seemed to transcend the boundaries he'd always clung to.

Alastor's breath came in short, ragged gasps as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away. His body trembled against the bed, legs still splayed around the alpha, overcome by a surge of desire and affection.

"Lucifer," he whispered, his voice husky with need. “Can I…please.” Alastor needed to make his alpha feel even a fraction of this. As good and as…complete as he felt now.

Lucifer's eyes met his, patient and encouraging. "What do you want, Alastor?"

“To finally get my mouth on you.”

A low growl rumbled in Lucifer's chest. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Alastor nodded, already sliding a hand down Lucifer's body. “There’s only one thing I want more—but I sense you won’t let me have that yet.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not that I don’t—”

With mild pressure, Alastor pushed Lucifer back onto the bed. As he positioned himself between the alpha's legs, a tingle ran through him. This was and wasn’t like anything he’d done before, when he'd been forced to his knees. This was his choice, his desire.

"Tell me if I do something you don’t—," Alastor murmured, his hands running up Lucifer's thighs.

Lucifer's fingers tangled in Alastor's hair. "You're perfect," he murmured.

Alastor took Lucifer into his mouth, feeling the familiar weight on his tongue. But this, was different.

Lucifer gave an appreciative groan, collapsing back against the pillows as he obviously tried not to buck up into the tight heat.

Alastor settled his hands on the alpha’s hip and thigh, the blonde’s legs spread to make room for him…and the omega was struck by how different it felt to be in control. He set the pace, relishing in Lucifer's reactions.

It was empowering, arousing, and entirely bewitching.

The omega ducked his head, taking the alpha’s cock down his throat only as far as he could handle, before sucking his way back to the heated pink tip.

"Alastor," Lucifer moaned, his hips lifting slightly.

Alastor hummed in response, lost in the heady rush of giving pleasure rather than receiving it. He'd never imagined it could feel like this.

With every gasp and shudder from Lucifer, Alastor felt a surge of pride and desire. When the alpha grabbed for his head, the omega didn’t flinch at his touch.

This, he realized, was what it meant to truly want someone. To give oneself freely, joyfully. And in that moment, Alastor knew he never wanted to stop.

"Oh fuck, Alastor," Lucifer gasped, his voice trembling. "That feels so fucking good."

So the alpha wasn’t the most articulate dirty talker—then again, every word had left Alastor’s brain when he was the one being pleasured. He would have to amend that.

Alastor pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Does it now?" he teased, his tongue darting out to trace along Lucifer's length.

“Yes.” Lucifer's hips bucked involuntarily.

Alastor cupped the head of Lucifer’s cock in his hand, giving it all of his tongue’s attention.

“Tell me, how much you love my mouth on you.”

“Fuck, Alastor…the way ya talk. ” Lucifer whined. Though the omega didn’t take it easy on him—he swallowed the alpha’s cock down again.

The omega purred against his length, his own long fingers fitting to the tattooed feather tips along the alpha’s pale thighs. He’d been upset at Lucifer for being a tease. But he also knew how much the alpha liked the sound of his voice.

Alastor took his time, savoring every reaction, every desperate touch. He alternated between slow, languid strokes and more intense attention, driving Lucifer to the edge and then backing off.

"Do you like how I sound when I’m sucking your cock?” He grinned, feeling how his voice roughened with every intrusion down his throat. “Ask me, alpha. Ask to come down my throat.”

"Alastor," Lucifer panted, his hands now gripping the sheets with that busing strength. "I'm close…I can't…"

Taking pity on the alpha, Alastor increased his efforts, bringing Lucifer to a shuddering climax. He felt the alpha’s come, thick and hot, down his throat.

The taste nearly brought back every other memory—but Alastor refused to allow it.

As Lucifer came down from his high, Alastor moved up to lie beside him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Belying the familiar, dirty feeling after he’d been made use of.

Lucifer pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Like there was nothing filthy about the taste on Alastor’s tongue.

"That was…fuck you’re amazing," he murmured against Alastor's lips.

The omega leaned into him, kissing him hard, desperate. There was something…he needed. Needed more of.

But he could feel the alpha’s exhaustion as he rested a hand on the blonde’s chest.

“Y’alright?” Lucifer asked, and there was a sluggishness to the way he spoke that made Alastor bite his bottom lip, settling for nuzzling up along the alpha’s cheek.

“Yes, of course.”

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer said at once, his cozy laziness gone as he turned towards him on the bed.

“Nothing, it’s nothing like that,” Alastor said quickly, pressing his still slick thighs together. Before the confession fell off his tongue. “I just…I feel empty now…”

Lucifer pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Alastor's. Before that frown tugged back into a smile. “I think…I can help with that.” Alastor’s brow furrowed, wondering how—when those tattooed fingers wound their way back between his legs.

Alastor felt his heart skip a beat. This hope bloomed in his chest. Just craving more of the alpha’s time, and attention, and his affection.

Lucifer obliged without Alastor having to beg.

"Can I…?" Lucifer whispered, his hand sliding higher.

Alastor nodded, enthralled. "Please."

With exquisite care, Lucifer eased his fingers back inside Alastor, eliciting a soft gasp. He moved slowly, reverently, curling those digits—not to stroke and drag more pleasure from him. But just stay inside him…like a knot.

"Is this okay?" Lucifer murmured, pressing gentle kisses along Alastor's jaw.

"More than okay," Alastor breathed, relaxing against the alpha again. "It's perfect."

Their lips met in a tender kiss that quickly deepened, conveying unspoken emotions.

Lucifer gathered Alastor in his arm and pulled him close. They lay entwined, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth.

As Alastor gazed into Lucifer's eyes, the world seemed to fall away. His heart raced, not from exertion, but from a sudden, overwhelming realization.

“…I never knew it could be like this.”

The words hung in the air, charged with emotion. Alastor's chest tightened with elation and terror coursing through him.

Lucifer's eyes widened, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "Alastor…"

The omega closed his eyes, because he could bear to pull away…as much as he couldn’t bear to be seen.

He felt Lucifer slide his arm from under him, threading their fingers together to press a kiss to his knuckles.

And Alastor finally relaxed in another’s hold.

🎶When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do You’re my dream come true, my one and only you

(one and only you)🎶

🎙️ "Ah, you send me, darling... and we’ll see where love leads with Sam Cooke’s ‘You Send Me’ next." 🎙️

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[lilacwriter07]

So I believe Omega Alastor should be a tag ✨👀✨ I love my Omega characters feral and lovely at the same time, Alastor seems like a great Omega .

Looking so bloody feral in his nest as he purrs 🤤💨💖

[worldofkuro]

Hey !

I was wondering, how your Painted Smile series would turned out in a Omegaverse? I'm so curious, Alastor is already obssesed with the reader, so imagine if he as an Alpha and the redar an Omega. And When they were children, nesting together ! Growing up with the tension between their two dyanmics >///< Please, please ?

Oh, how nostalgic !I don’t remember the last time I wrote something about Alpha & Omega content. But do you wish for death? Asking for an Alpha!Alastor..? Do tell, if you want a part2, it would be interesting to do.

Well, well, I can see Alastor’s father being an Alpha and his mother an Omega. He could see how his mother hurted from the bond his father forced upon her. He hated it. Being controlled by his instincts seems horrible.  He couldn’t lie to himself, he always loved his mother purring to smooth his nerves but hearing his father's growl would always make him tense.

He wished to be a beta. From what he read, they weren’t really affected by pheromones and could live their life like they wanted. He wanted that, he envied that.

And that’s when he first met you. You were such a happy annoying girl, being the perfect girl. He would scoff at you but as you know how the story goes, he will start to care for you as his special person. 

He would frown when he heard both of your mothers talk about how amazing it would be if you and Alastor turned out to be an Omega and an Alpha. He didn’t wish this upon you, you were his special person, he didn't want you to be weak to pheromones. 

You always made a nest on his bed, you wanted him to be able to sleep peacefully, so you always did your best to make it fluffy and cozy. You would take a nap together, feeling at peace.

When you first gave him Eamon, his mother teased him, saying it was maybe a courting gift but Alastor just laughed. You weren’t like this, and so was he. 

He turned into an Alpha around 11 years old. He couldn’t go out because of all the smell and noise he could feel. And furthermore, when you came to him because you were worried, he almost salivated because of how sweet you smell. He hated it, he was being controlled by something stronger than himself.

But you helped him, through all those new experiences, making him feel safe with you which almost made him forget he was an Alpha.

But when you turned to be an Omega, when you were maybe around 14, it was something much more unbearable for him.

First of all, you went into heat.

If you went into heat one day, in a public place, Alastor would snarl at any Alpha round and carry you, running to your house. He knew you would be safe there.

 He would come see you, wanting to be the one caring for you, like you did for him. But when he entered your house, all he could smell was your divine scent that seemed to invite him into your  bedroom. Thank God, your mother calmed him down and asked Alastor not to come until you were feeling okay again.

He would sneak to see you, staying in front of your window, never opening it. He was so scared of what he could do if he smelled you once more. 

You would whine, asking for him to hug you but Alastor would never break, staring at you through the windows.

When you felt better, there was a whole new tension between the two of you. Both of you would get very protective of the other. Someone touched Alastor, you could put your scent on you, saying he was smelling bad and he should be grateful you were here.

Alastor would let you scent him whenever you wanted, doing the same for you. In the beginning, the two of you wouldn’t know the meaning behind the scenting. It’s when Alice told you it was something a courting pair would do to show everyone you were courting someone. 

You almost exploded when you heard that news. DId everyone think you and Alastor were courting ? How embarrassing ! .. And yet, you liked that thought..

[ruleroftheimps]

Okay, fuck it, I gave into the temptation, and I am typing out this idea.

Radiostatic with A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Alastor, Omega Vox, it's mostly about taking care of the other and protecting them so platonic bonds are totally possible. Vox's Omega status is actually pretty well known, and has been ever since he became an Overlord.

In the past, Vox and Alastor were best friends, and maaaaybe a bit more around the 1970s. They were basically inseparable, and the main reason nobody bugged Vox about his status, was, well... who's going to bug the Radio Demon's friend about anything?

Vox is used to feeling oppressed by whatever mate he picks because of his status, and basically decided that, even if he has a mate, he never wants to be marked and have the ability to use suppressants/change mates/etc taken away from him, even though he's pretty much set on never leaving Alastor. Seriously, Alastor cannot escape him if he wanted to. Alastor respects this HUGELY, especially because Vox's reaction to finding out Alastor doesn't like sex was basically just 'Oh, okay. What's for dinner?' So, they're happy in their relationship, whatever it is.

That is, until a newly fallen sinner gets a bit too arrogant while Vox is drinking at a bar and tries to forcibly mark him. Unsurprisingly, they get zapped, but Vox is still shaken. Especially when the fact that if he ever does get overpowered and claimed, that could affect the power in Hell is brought up at the Overlord meeting literally the next day.

So, influenced heavily by waaaay too much alcohol, he decides to ask Alastor, his trusted partner and closest friend in Hell to mark him. Just so, that way, he can't be claimed by anybody else forcibly. And besides, he's never going to leave Alastor, they'll always be a dynamic duo, so it'll work out just fine!

...right?

[l4zyb0n35]

I always feel like that bitch whenever a fanfic writer i follow and get inspo from likes my post. It’s like winning an Emmy.

[artofhazbinhotel]

I did something I find HILARIOUS, I assigned hazbin hotel characters omegaverse roles, you're welcome

Charlie- omega

Vaggie- beta

Alastor- beta

Rosie- beta

Cherri- alpha

Sir pentious- omega

Angel- omega

Husk- beta

Niffty- alpha

Lucifer- omega

Lilith- alpha

Valentino- beta

Vox- omega

Velvette- alpha

Lute- alpha

Adam- beta

Saint Peter- omega

[otsmosis]

ohdeercoffee does it again, this time with their fic, Fully Booked.

[lu-lus-dicks]

You deserve a kitty too baby

(I am terrible drawing on my phone and don't have my drawing tablet, so it's not the best <3)

He's beautiful! he deserves the world <3 would eat him

[thebadbatchfan]

the combination of hyper fixations in my head right now is AWFUL … one second it’s the bad batch the next it’s hazbin hotel and i can’t think of ANYTHING else. the brain rot it real 😭

all the songs are constantly stuck in my head and i’m driving my friends crazy blabbering about it all … send help

[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 🥰

[alastors-airwaves]

alastor what you say about your close friends Rosie, nifty and husk

Alastor: *broadcasting all of Pride Ring* Nah ah ah! Now I will not comment about my relations. Of course Rosie is a deer friend of mine but — *stops talking when a certain short king zaps in the radio tower*

Lucifer: Hello Alastor. We need to speak.

Alastor: About what? Also I’m on air—

Lucifer: Cut the crap. I know you’re pregnant.

Alastor: *goes quiet but a high pitched frequency noise is heard. He tries to gain the upper hand and laugh* What utter nonsense Lucifer. I’m an alpha and alphas do not get pregnant!

Lucifer: *grabs Alastor and slams him against the wall* Cut the shit! I can see the baby’s angelic glow in you! And you reek of sour mother’s milk!

Alastor: *goes demonic mode* Let. Go. Of. Me. Now

Lucifer: *looks unimpressed* Yeah no. I’m the king of hell remember. And we need to have a conversation about you and Husk.

Alastor: Oh?! And why would we need to talk about Husk? He’s in my pack.

Lucifer: You know damn well he’s carrying my baby and I want you to—

Alastor: And you should know to look up.

Lucifer: *looks up and sees the “on air” lights on still. He looks stunned for a moment, but he smirks* Perfect. *drops Alastor down and goes to grab the microphone* Testing, is this thing on? Good *clears throat* Denizens of Hell it is I, Lucifer Morningstar, here with a proclamation. I have taken a new mate and as such, Hell, you have a new Queen. Along with that, I will be taking in some new omegas into my pack. Details of which will be revealed at a later date. Until then, Alastor will be off the air for a little while. This is your king, signing off.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Until the Devil's Last Dance~ 1 & 2

Here's a little preview of something I've been working on~ Follow on Ao3

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ RadioApple ⁺⋆ 50s Omegaverse AU

🎶 Chapter 1: The Way You Look Tonight🎶

🎙️ “Ah, such a timeless classic, don’t you think, my darlings? There’s something irresistible about the way one looks when they’re completely unaware of their effect on others. Tonight, we’ll witness a little magic unfold, where eyes meet, and the world tilts on its axis. Now, sit back and let the music take you to the night where everything changed...” 🎙️

🎶Someday, when I’m awfully low.

When the world is cold. I will feel a glow.

Just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. 🎶

The scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline clung to Lucifer’s leather jacket as he tried to blend into the shadows at the corner of The Red Horizion’s bar.

Red velvet ropes and crystal chandeliers were a far cry from the bloody trenches that still haunted his dreams. But he was used to taking odd jobs…and fancy-ass supper clubs paid in steak.

Which would be worth all every sideways glance he was getting in the meantime.

Lucifer's well-worn clothes, inked hands, and scuffed boots stood out like oil stains on silk among the tailored suits and cocktail dresses. He tried to comb some order into his blonde hair, forever tousled by the wind that rolled through it whenever he got on his bike.

The alpha might not be tall and imposing, but he was strong for his size. He could hold his own.

And the stares and murmurs from the elegant crowd prickled at his nerves.

With a sigh, Lucifer rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate black tattoos snaking from elbow to fingertip. That usually kept the hostile looks at bay—for fear that their disapproving stares lead to meeting the eyes of the disreputable drifter in their midst.

As a plate of medium-rare steak appeared, the alpha’s stomach growled.

“Your place always this hopping?" Lucifer observed, cutting into his meal.

Peter, the host and seemingly reluctant fulfillment of the chef’s work arrangement with the head chef, shrugged. "Friday nights at the classiest place in town, you know how it is, sir."

Lucifer didn't, not really.

He’d been out of touch with the classy parts of the world since the war—and being dishonorably discharged meant he wasn’t likely to find his way back in to any pearly gates any time soon. And Peter seemed to know it.

But the alpha grunted in agreement anyway, focusing on his food as the booths and the dance floor filled.

Lucifer found himself considering a hasty retreat. He was about to ask the preppy little beta host if he could wrap it up to go, when the entrance doors swung open.

And a vision in red entered the room.

🎶Tearin' my fear apart

Touches my foolish heart🎶

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away. all thoughts of leaving evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

The newcomer cut a striking figure, lithe and graceful with an air of refined elegance. Bright hazel eyes sparkled behind round glasses that framed by a face dancing on the edge between masculine and feminine.

A practiced smile played on his lips as he approached the coat check.

Lucifer's nostrils flared instinctively, but from this distance, he couldn't discern if the stranger was a beta or an alpha.

As the man removed his overcoat, Lucifer's eyes widened. Shamelessly taking in every slender curve and line.

Beneath was an ensemble of deep crimson button down and jet black vest, tailored to perfection and utterly eye-catching. It was a bold choice, especially if...

Could this man be an omega?

The blonde alpha dismissed the idea with a snort, before taking up his brandy and having another gulp.

Omegas favored pastels and softness, and males were more than rare.

Probably just some dandy alpha trying to make a statement. Not that it mattered to him—he'd gladly tumble into bed with anyone if they looked like that.

The alpha shook his head, transfixed.

Lost in his appreciation, Lucifer forgot himself. He knew he was staring, his gaze lingering far too long to be polite.

He silently prayed he wouldn't get caught ogling the beautiful man like some kind of creep. But luck was not on his side tonight.

As if feeling the weight of Lucifer's stare, the stranger turned. Hazel eyes, bright behind round glasses, locked with Lucifer's own.

🎵 Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft🎵

Lucifer's heart stuttered in his chest. Embarrassment heated his cheeks at being caught red-handed. He braced himself for a scowl, a glare, any sign of the man's displeasure with his uncouth leering.

Instead, to his shock, the stranger's practiced smile melted into something warm and inviting. Brownish [ink lips curled at the corners, transforming that polite expression into a grin just this side of wicked.

Lucifer's mouth went dry. wondering if those lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

A melody soared in Lucifer's mind, drowning out the chatter of the supper club. Leaving nothing behind but this resplendent stranger.

🎶There is nothing for me but to love you.

And the way you look tonight.🎶

The spell was shattered as abruptly as it had begun.

A smarmy-looking alpha stepped between them, effectively blocking Lucifer's view. Irritation flared, hot and sharp, in the biker’s gut. He barely resisted the urge to grab the interloper by the collar and yank him out of the way.

But then Lucifer heard it—that name, even spoken in the alpha's oily voice.

"Alastor, there you are!" The man boomed, grating on every nerve the blonde.

Alastor.

Lucifer rolled the name around on his tongue, savoring the way it tasted in his mouth. It suited the red-clad man perfectly—unusual, memorable, with a hint of some old world charm.

Just like Alastor himself.

Lucifer’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.

The greasy-haired man placed a possessive hand on the small of Alastor's back.

It was subtle, blink and Lucifer would have missed the way Alastor's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the touch.

"I have a reservation," the alpha announced loudly to the host. "For Vox. The best table in the house, of course."

The alpha was clearly showing off, staking his claim on Alastor in front of everyone.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes. Subtle as a brick to the face, that one. Might as well try to mount his date in front of everyone—though from the look on Alastor’s face, he’d sooner kill Vox.

As the leaned back from the host’s stand, Alastor's face smoothed into a pleasant mask.

The transformation was flawless, like unpleasant expressions never marred his perfectly bronze face.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed Alastor was less than impressed by his date's bravado.

The pair made to move towards their table, and Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he observed their awkward dance.

"After you," Alastor said, his voice melodious despite the hint of sarcasm Lucifer detected.

Vox missed the nuance entirely, striding forward with a self-satisfied grin. Apparently, his alpha ego apparently too fragile to let Alastor walk in front. Alastor followed docilely enough.

Maybe Lucifer was projecting. As soon as the alpha's back was turned, Alastor's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, rewarding the watching alpha with a little chuckle.

🎶And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart🎵

Lucifer tried to drop his eyes as Alastor glided past, his lithe form was drawing every gaze in the room. This Vox guy really shoulda walked behind him, cause damn that ass on him—

—the drifter's nostrils flared, suddenly overwhelmed by a scent so intoxicating it made his head spin.

Sweet, alluring, and unmistakably unclaimed omega.

With a hint of something deliciously bitter. Like black coffee.

"Oh dear," Lucifer muttered to himself as his mouth watered.

Hazel eyes met gold once more as Alastor walked by.

One perfect eyebrow arched, a silent challenge, and Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm. Caught staring like some lecherous alpha - how embarrassing.

He ducked his head, abashed. But then Alastor laughed

A musical sound that sent shivers down the alpha’s spine, and all was forgiven. Perhaps Lucifer’s interest wasn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Though it wasn’t hard to be more interesting than the omegas proper and pompous date.

🎶With each word your tenderness grows

And that laugh wrinkles your nose.🎶

Vox's grating voice cut through the moment. "Alastor! What's the holdup?"

Alastor's smile never faltered, but Lucifer caught a flicker of annoyance in those captivating eyes.

"Coming, dear," he called back sweetly.

As Alastor sauntered away, Lucifer released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well," he murmured to himself, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."

From his spot at the bar, Lucifer had a clear view of Vox and Alastor's table. He tried not to stare but found his gaze drawn back to the couple again and again.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Hell, he needed to get outta here before he got himself into trouble.

Instead, The blonde alpha focused in to try to hear them across the room.

"What can I get for you folks?" The waiter's voice drifted over.

"I'll have a whiskey rye, please," Alastor replied, his tone smooth as silk.

Vox's hand shot up, cutting off the waiter. "No, no. He'll have a strawberry daiquiri. That's more suitable for an omega, isn't it, doll?"

Lucifer watched as Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a flash of indignation crossing his features. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced smile, but Lucifer had caught it.

"Of course, darling," Alastor acquiesced, his voice syrupy sweet. "Whatever you think is best."

“Unbelievable” Lucifer snorted into his drink.

As the waiter scurried away, Lucifer found himself settling deeper into his barstool. He should leave, he knew that. But the tension radiating from that booth was palpable, and he couldn't resist seeing how this trainwreck of a date would unfold.

🎵Lovely, never, never change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it?🎶

His eyes drifted back to Alastor, noting the tight set of the omega's shoulders beneath his crimson blouse. Even from this distance, Lucifer could practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off him.

The blonde alpha shook his head.

Vox was either oblivious or uncaring, completely blind to the omega's growing irritation.

This date was doomed before it even began.

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer would get his chance to chat with Alastor after all.

He settled back against the bar, content to watch and wait for the date to go down like the Titanic—he'd be ready to swoop in with the lifeboat.

One way or another, he was determined to get to know the captivating omega in red.

🎶Cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight🎵

2 That Old Black Magic

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote. 

The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.

"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

 "How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.

If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.

He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired. 

He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance. 

But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.

"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest. 

The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.

He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.

The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’

Over his dead body.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.

The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.

Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.

Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger. 

The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.

"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.

"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."

As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room. 

Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.

A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"

Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."

Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight. 

The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.

“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."

“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.

Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"

"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."

Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal. 

These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.

As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce. 

But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.

🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵

Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry. 

A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.

With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.

Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue. 

He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.

As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.

Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.

 "Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"

Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.

♫ ♫ ♫

As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance. 

A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"

Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."

Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.

Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date. 

As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.

Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"

He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.” 

The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time. 

Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.  

"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire. 

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.

"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.

Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.

Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."

As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing. 

He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war. 

Alastor could finesse any partner.

But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.

The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head. 

The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.

"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."

Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."

As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew. 

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own. 

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him. 

The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.

"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”

“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.

“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."

Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them. 

"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"

"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”

Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.

"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”

“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."

Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"

Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."

A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile. 

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"

His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass. 

Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.

Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of. 

But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain. 

For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.

Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.

 "Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"

Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.

🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."

“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.

“My name is Alastor.” the taller man  corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.

Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”

And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️

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(where I can actually format nicely and each chapter has a radio man intro and outro~)

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When You Give the Devil a Duck

What if Alpha Alastor steals the duck Beta Adam made for Omega Lucifer ?

Adam muttering curses as he cleans off the blood, because somehow it was his fault for helping Lucifer out . Who purrs happily while eating pancakes (because Adam was making breakfast) with his little duck .

The way Adam has torn off Alastor's head, because the fucker was about to bite Lucifer made him so wet and happy .

He can't wait for Adam to finish and take him to his nest .

Angel ofcourse went to the store with Husk to get more popcorn, because he feels like lots of drama is about to happen .

They walk pass someone who looked familiar, but paid no mind to it as person walked to the hotel .

Found you ..

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Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar/Vaggie

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar, Alastor

Additional Tags: Alastor wants to fight God, Possessive Alastor, Alpha Alastor, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Awkward Lucifer Morningstar, Omega Lucifer Morningstar, Bottom Lucifer Morningstar, Top Alastor Non sex-repulsed asexual Alastor, Soft Alastor

Summary: (Sequel to The Life of the Morningstars) Life had been crazy since Lucifer moved into the Hazbin Hotel, but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Now, he had to deal with how his life turned into one of those weird harem shows people on Earth loved so much.