mazeofrelationships | Wherein Hell has alphas and omegas (but not breeding)

Angel was a sinner who presented almost as soon as he got down to Hell, and the fact that he presented omega seemed like a cruel bit of irony given his mafia upbringing. Still, it gave him the excuse he needed to go into sex work, knowing he'd need a good dicking once the heats kicked in and Hell wasn't lacking in horny alphas.

One would think landing a contract with Valentino would be perfect given Valentino's an alpha and the Porn Overlord. Except Val's not really an alpha, just an abusive omega obsessed with a guy with a TV for a head. And unfortunately, he has zero patience for heats other than his own, and Angel's heats like to pop up at the worst times. It's gotten to a point where Val's started banning him from the tower during them, which is why Angel's struggling through one of his worst heats yet at the Hazbin Hotel.

"Fuck..."

When Husk first got to Hell, he was so confused at everyone asking him what he was. He's a person? A cat? What were they trying to ask him? Eventually, someone sat him down and explained the different types of presentations and Husk just shrugged. Since he's never really experienced anything, he's always assumed he's just like Alastor and isn't anything in particular.

However, at the bar, he starts to feel... odd. Dragging a hand down his face, he sighs, and just pours himself a drink, feeling like he wants to dunk his head in the ice bucket.

He sees Angel, and looks over, concerned. "You don't look so good, Angel."

"Not possible. I always look good." Angel runs a hand through his hair. "Gimme the strongest thing you've got."

The only bad thing about being barred from V Tower is that he can't get fucked by the alphas there who actually seem to like him, even if only because of his good looks. Some of the other actors can usually satisfy him, and he's been with Ethan a couple times whenever Vox was too busy dealing with Val's temper or feeding Shok.wav.

At the hotel, though? That fuckin' snake is the only alpha around and he's even more subby than Ethan. Plus they don't really get along, Pen being Cherri's mortal enemy and all that.

Edited 2026-04-12 18:21 (UTC)

Husk has a moment where he just looks at Angel and wants to pick him up, wrap him up in his wings and hold him. Wait? What the fuck? Where'd that come from?

He shakes himself out of his thoughts, pours a drink and slides it over to him. "Well, yeah, you look good, but you also look... tired."

Angel takes the drink and downs half of it in one gulp, sighing.

"It aint the good kinda tired, either. That's the fucked up thing about heat, sometimes ya can't sleep without a good knotting and other times not gettin' enough makes ya more tired," he grumbles.

It's almost enough to make him wish Val was an alpha, even knowing he'd be less a lover and more a rapist because the man has the worst control issues. And whenever Angel ponders this outside his heats, it fucking scares him.

"Ah." Husk just looks at Angel for a moment, thoughts of pinning the spider to the bed and fucking his brains out wanderer through his mind. What in the world? Why is he suddenly like this?

Shaking it off, he takes a breath. "So, uh, what helps? Is there something or someone I can get for you?" A very small wave of jealousy crashes over him with the thought of anyone else with their hands on Angel... but he pushes that down too. What in the entire fuck is wrong with him today?

You, Angel almost says, then immediately wonders why. He's had the hots for Husk since he first met him, but the bartender's made it clear he's not interested many times. And frankly, he's been kind of a dick about it, too, making Angel wonder why he's even bothering.

Because he's hot, he's got a damn sexy voice, and even if he's short he's probably got really big dick. For a moment, he lets himself imagine what it'd be like to be fucked by Husk, bent over a table or pinned to the bed or riding him. Is Husk even an alpha? Well, if he is, Angel will definitely find out when-

Stop! He's not gonna, he doesn't want you, you might as well walk the streets trolling for randos again! He finishes his drink and stands up, wishing he hadn't when he feels the slick dripping down his thighs and his cock pressing painfully against his skirt.

Some omegas, the powerful ones, can shift what they have. Angel has both, and while it's twice the fun in bed it's double the inconvenience when he's this horny.

Fuck. Seeing Angel's slick and cock pressing against his skirt does something to Husk, and he grips the bar hard, his own dick pressing against his pants, and he lets out a bit of a growl.

"Angel, I..." There's always been a part of him drawn to Angel, but he's held back, as if having something casual with Angel would ruin... something? All he knows in this particular moment is that something in him needs Angel, needs to satisfy him, and needs him to be satisfied. He steps out from behind the bar and then freezes. Every instinct he has wants to pin him to the wall right there in the lobby, but he fights it. Angel has way too much of that in his life. He doesn't need it from Husk too.

By this point, Husk's body has realized that yes, he's an Alpha, and yes, this is his Omega, and his pheromones are starting to manifest. Maybe his brain will catch up at some point.

"Husk?" Angel's voice comes out shaky, almost a moan. He's dripping slick like crazy, both parts of him are so aroused it's painful, and he knows it's because of Husk. He's been frustrated since his heat started during a shoot in the middle of yesterday and he had to get the fuck out of the building before Valentino hit him, but all the while he's been at the bar it's gotten worse.

His knees are practically water as he grabs onto the bar, panting and whimpering. He can't just settle for a rando, he needs this man.

Oh, fuck it. Husk steps forward and scoops Angel up into his arms, holding him close. In that moment, it's as if everything settles. Everything is right, and something he didn't know he was missing fits into place.

He's breathing heavily, hands clinging to Angel.

"I... I think I'm actually an Alpha, Angel. And... I think I'm your Alpha." It's the only thing that makes sense with how he's feeling and how Angel's reacting to him.

It's frankly a miracle Angel doesn't spontaneously combust with orgasm the moment Husk's arms go around him. He buries his face in Husk's neck, clinging to him with all six arms as he rubs his face against the other's fur, breathing in his strong, potent scent.

"Then take me," he begs. "I need it, ever since I met you, I...I know I was a pain in the ass always flirting and chasing after you, but..." But he didn't realize it was more than just him being oversexed, he'd felt something he just couldn't place.

Husk picks him up and flies him up to his room. Gently setting him down on the floor outside his door, he runs a hand through Angel's hair. "Thought you'd be more comfortable in your own room." Pulling Angel close again, he kisses him. Hard and needy. Fuck, he tastes good, and Husk needs more. As much as Angel can give.

Angel returns the kiss with every ounce of longing and need he's felt since he first laid eyes on this man, grinding against him. His slick is getting all over Husk's pants, he needs that dick inside him as soon as possible.

Husk reaches behind him and opens Angel's door, pulling him into his room, then shutting the door behind them and pushing him against it, still kissing. Going on instinct, he reaches to start taking Angel's clothes off.

He needs to be inside this man about twenty minutes ago.

Angel's hands gladly aid in the removal of their clothing. His skirt's damp with slick and his underwear is absolutely soaked, and once they're naked he guides Husk towards the bed. Husk's scotch-and-cigarettes scent is overpowering in the best way, he can't get enough.

"Fuck me," he gasps, "I need your knot."

"Knot? I've never..." Considering everything else that's changing in his hormones at the moment, and the fact that he hasn't really had much sex at all since he got down here, well... maybe there is something to it.

As gently as he can considering everything, he pushes Angel down on the bed and spreads his legs. "Fuck, you smell so good, Angel. And you're so ready for me." Without much more warning, he pushes into Angel, moaning loudly. Fuck, this is what he's been missing, and what he absolutely needs.

Even if the knot doesn't show up right away, Husk's cock is huge and fills his pussy just right and Angel lets out an obscenely loud moan as it does. Not the fake high-pitched moans from his movies, a real one, deep and raw and from within him.

"Fuck, Husk...!" He clamps down on that incredible length, his own dick throbbing between them.

"Angel...." He starts moving, one hand going to his lover's chest, the other on the bed.

"You take me so well. Fuck... you're so good, so beautiful...." His voice is even lower than usual, with a bit of a growl. It seems he's actually letting the protective instincts out for once.

Angel basks in the praise; he's used to hearing such things from clients and randos but from Husk it sounds genuine, and hearing it in such a protective, low tone makes him feel warm inside in a way that has nothing to do with his heat. He matches Husk's thrusts, gripping him with one set of arms while a hand scratches behind his ears.

This is his alpha, the man he wants more than anyone. Angel will never be able to even pretend to enjoy fucking anyone else even for work after this.

He purrs a bit, leaning into the touches, even as he starts moving even harder and faster. How he existed without Angel this long, he won't ever know. And how he was able to keep away from him after they met is... almost impossible to understand.

He keeps moving, faster, harder, telling Angel how beautiful he is and how good he feels. The more they fuck, the more Husk is certain he not only needs this man but loves him beyond all reason.

Angel's getting close, his pussy squeezing Husk's amazing cock as they move. One hand slides towards the base of his wings, the wings he always wondered what it would take to make them flap.

"So good," he moans, "I needed this, only you, Husk, you feel perfect...!"

Husk shivers, moaning as Angel touches his wings. They do flap a bit as he arches into the touch.

Moaning loudly, he moves even more in Angel, feeling himself growing inside his lover. "Only you, Angel. I'll take care of you." A pause, and he moans. "I'm so close... let me hear you, Angel. I don't care if anyone else hears."

Angel's heart soars at hearing those words. He was a mafioso in life, he's kicked clients across the city for being assholes, the only person he's never been able to protect himself from is Valentino. But deep down he longs to be taken care of, to be someone's one and only.

He doesn't hold back with the moans, letting Husk know how good this feels as he keeps gently stroking his wings, loving how soft those dark feathers feel against his fingertips.

From this moment on, Angel will be Husk's only, and he'll do anything Angel needs.

A few more movements, and he's moaning even louder, and pushing as far into Angel as he can get, his knot expanding in him, locking them together as he comes into his beloved.

Yes, there it is! Angel screams Husk's name, cock spurting semen all over both their chests and his pussy leaking copious amounts of slick. His vision fills with fireworks, his head spins, and he feels complete in a way he never has before.

An omega in need

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