#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!)

[sauce-cat]

🍎📻 ALPHA & OMEGA

[scented-sin]

Headcanons for Omega Alastor 𐂂 Ω

Doodle by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend

General Personality and Traits

Primal yet Polished: Alastor, despite being an omega, exudes an air of confidence and control. His primal instincts are tempered by his sharp, almost manic energy, making him a blend of polished manners and intense emotion.

A Deep Seeker of Control: As an omega, Alastor is deeply protective of his sense of control. He prefers to hold the reins in any situation, using his charm, wit, and manipulative tendencies to ensure he’s never vulnerable.

Rarely Passive: Unlike traditional omegas, Alastor isn’t the type to submit easily. He’s highly independent and will only let someone take the lead if he fully trusts them or sees it as an advantage.

Duality of Nature: Alastor’s omega instincts are an odd mix of gentleness and unpredictability. While he can be nurturing and affectionate (very rarely does he show this trait) his bursts of anger or overwhelming presence can create a chaotic atmosphere, making him hard to predict.

Omegaverse-Specific Traits

Unusual Scent: Alastor’s scent is haunting—he smells like nature with a hint of sweet decay. It draws people in, but there’s something distinctly unsettling about it. His scent changes depending on his mood, becoming sharper or more alluring during moments of intense emotion.

Intense Heat Cycles: His heats are marked by an almost terrifying intensity, causing Alastor to retreat and act unusually vulnerable for a brief period. While he might put on a brave face, his instincts fight against his pride, and he can’t help but seek out a safe, secure space to weather through the cycle (such as secluding himself in a hidden cellar and will restrain himself so not to make noise or let anyone know he’s an omega). Alastor will also abuse heat suppressants in the attempt to quell his heats but also hide his omega status.

Hidden Vulnerability: While Alastor is often seen as a domineering figure, his omega instincts make him deeply sensitive to rejection or neglect. He hides this weakness well, but it occasionally shows in moments of quiet isolation. It’s why he puts a wall up and rarely trusts anyone.

Relationship Dynamics

With an Alpha: Alastor might not openly admit it, but he craves a bond with a strong alpha who understands and accepts his complexity. His ideal alpha would be one who can match his energy, perhaps someone who challenges him, but also respects his independence.

Pack Mentality: While he doesn’t display this side often, Alastor would be fiercely protective of those he considers part of his "pack." He’s highly territorial, and any threat to his allies or his domain would trigger his more protective, aggressive instincts.

Rare Moments of Affection: Alastor doesn’t show his omega side easily, but with someone he trusts, he becomes more affectionate. His gestures are subtle—brushing up against them or sharing his personal space in rare moments.

[bunny-is-cute]

New Angelic Radio Fanfic Idea

Chords of Fate (Title Work in Progress)

Genre: Rocker Romance, Alpha/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn

Pairings: Adam/Alastor (past Lucifer/Adam)

Summary:

Adam Firstman is a man with a dream and a whole lot of baggage. A divorced alpha father of three, he's juggling the chaos of raising his feisty 5-year-old twins, Cain and Charlie, while adjusting to life with his newborn son, Abel. All the while, he's been pouring every ounce of his energy into his passion project: the rock album he believes will be his big break. For years, he's played at dive bars, scraped together studio time, and written song after song, trying to balance his roles as a father and a dreamer.

Enter Alastor, a sharp, no-nonsense Omega and a freshly minted record producer for one of the most competitive labels in the industry. A former radio host with a velvet voice and a reputation for impeccable instincts, Alastor isn’t one to be easily impressed. But when he stumbles across Adam’s raw, unpolished tracks, something stirs within him. There's undeniable potential in Adam’s music, even if the man himself seems more like a mess than a rock star.

Their first meeting is anything but smooth. Adam’s gruff Alpha energy and stubborn streak clash with Alastor’s razor-sharp wit and meticulous professionalism. Tension crackles between them like a live wire, their arguments sparking just as much as their chemistry. Adam’s used to doing things his own way, and Alastor doesn’t hold back when it comes to pushing him to his limits, demanding nothing less than perfection.

But as they’re forced to work together to turn Adam’s passion project into a marketable hit, the friction between them slowly starts to shift. Beneath Adam’s rough exterior lies a devoted father with a heart of gold and a determination that mirrors Alastor’s own drive. And behind Alastor’s polished facade is a deeply passionate man who understands what it’s like to fight for a dream.

As late-night studio sessions turn into vulnerable conversations, and heated arguments transform into stolen glances, their connection deepens in ways neither of them expects. But with Adam’s family obligations pulling him in one direction and Alastor’s ambitions pushing him in another, can they find harmony in both their music and their hearts?

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 2

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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller

🎙️ “Oh, I do love a good bit of drama, don’t you? There’s a spell that lingers in the air, my friends. Something intoxicating, a force that binds you, twists you, and refuses to let go. That old black magic is creeping in, and once it has you in its grasp, well, let’s just say... you’ll never be quite the same again.”🎙️

🎶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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[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 🤤💨💖

[redvexillum]

iykyk

[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..

[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

[prince-liest]

In your omegaverse insecure beta Vox AU, would Vox have pretended to be an omega if Alastor was an alpha? Or would his internalized whatever not allow him to do that?

He would probably have pretended even harder to be an alpha. Most of his desire to present as an alpha isn't specifically to be the societally ideal partner for Alastor - it's to present himself as a societally ideal powerful man.

Alastor being an omega who is so effortlessly powerful grates but is something Vox is able to dismiss to a certain extent because as an omega Alastor isn't even really in the game of trying to attain acceptable alpha-hood (which has significant overlap with toxic masculinity and the persistent pressure for people to prove themselves as worthy of their own gender), but Alastor being an alpha who is still effortlessly powerful despite clearly putting little to no effort into the particular kind of showboating that Vox has to engage in to feel like he's even starting to "do it right" would just make Vox feel even more insecure standing next to him.

It would probably just shift his psychosexual obsession with Alastor from "I am going to dominate you beause that's what a real alpha does to omegas" to "I am going to dominate you to prove that I'm better at being an alpha." Cue wildly oscillating between trying to emasculate Alastor for not trying very hard to align with what Vox thinks makes a real alpha, and being frustrated that Alastor is so secure in himself despite not even trying.

[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 🥰

[otsmosis]

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

[scented-sin]

🦉 Does Alastor enjoy a solitary nest, or does he prefer a more communal one with his pack?

Bunny: Alastor would definitely prefer to have a solitary nest! He sees being in a nest as a sign of vulnerability and he uses his “nesting” time to destress from the day. His nests are also similar to a deer’s den so they’re just big and cozy enough for himself.

[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

[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.

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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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