#bottomalastorweek2025

[romanaxe]

Bottom Alastor Week Day 1: Roleplay

But Lucifer, he's being such a good damsel in distress!!

[mothballmilkshake]

Dream a Little Dream - a RadioApple oneshot for Bottom Alastor Week 2025!

This one for the prompt, somno! Read it here!

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Its midnight again, which means legally it counts. Anyway, my last fic for bottomalweek!!!!!!!!!! Day 5 public/squirting, and like last time, I did both lmao. Ughgh here's some hairy deer pussy in a tiny bikini and "bimbo2bimbo communication"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64495717

[slashgod]

Buck Me

Read here

Written for Day 1 of Bottom Alastor Week 2025

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Roleplay. Alastor makes a request of Lucifer, who is more than happy to give his pretty buck exactly what he wants.

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Lucifer slid his hand over Alastor’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. Alastor’s ears twitched a fraction lower as he flushed at the positive touch. So responsive, even after all of the time they’d spent together. 

“When?”

The audible click of Alastor’s throat as he swallowed back a moan at the question had Lucifer’s horns pressing against his temple, begging to be released.

“Tomorrow night. In the Bayou.”

[man--eater]

Bottom Alastor Week 2025: Day 2: Brat

BottomAlastorWeek

day 2 : brat 525 words

Alastor let out a bleat as her hand came down again, landing on his ass with a loud slap. His hips bucked and his cock rubbed on her thigh as he grunted, tail flagging. "Now, Alastor," Daphne said softly, "you wouldn't be enjoying this, would you? Being bent over my lap and spanked until your skin burns?" "Of course not," he spat, one baleful red eye rolling up to threaten her for all of a second before she slapped his ass again; his eyes fluttered shut as he bit his lip, hooves kicking where they hung in the air. "Then why are the feathers on my thighs wet, hmm?" Daphne said, dragging her claws lightly over his hypersensitive skin. He hissed through clenched teeth and his tail thrashed as he ground himself against her. "Is it not because your cock has been hard and leaking this entire time?" "No," he snarled, "I'm not—I haven't—" "Are you quite sure that's not why?" she asked, slowly rubbing her knee back and forth, sliding the tip of his cock through the feathers he'd soaked. Alastor's radio static buzzed, and his ears flattened against his head as her palm met his ass with a satisfying crack. He cried out, his entire body trembling as he gave a few weak thrusts before he could stop himself. "It's not," he said miserably, voice thick. "I think you are lying, Alastor," she said lightly, digging her claws into his thighs and parting them. "Now, you can continue to lie, and I will punish you in another way, since this is clearly ineffective." Her fingers delved beneath him, cupping the firm swell of his testicles and lightly pricking into that soft fur with her claws. "Or you can apologize for being rude earlier, and let Mommy take care of you." Alastor mumbled something, tail lowering to curl between his legs, brushing against her fingers. "What was that?" she asked, steel beneath the soft, husky words. "I'm sorry, I'll be good," he said weakly. "Better. Now, let's have a look," Daphne said, turning him over and pulling him into her lap. Alastor settled on her daintily, gasping when his stinging flesh made contact with her feathers. His garishly red and swollen cock dripped and bobbed as he shifted his weight, making more than a liar of him; he was a spectacle. Daphne squeezed the large knot at its base and he whimpered, dribbling a thin line of fluid onto her hand. "What is this, little dove?" she asked, running a single claw up and down the underside of his twitching cock. Alastor's cheeks flushed scarlet as he hid his eyes from hers, a tremulous half-smile on his lips. "It's yours," he whimpered, avoiding the question with such clever deftness that she could not fault him. There was an undeniable intimacy in how well he knew what would please her, and it made her mouth water. "Mommy, please—" he writhed in her lap, desperately trying to thrust against her teasing finger, "please." She grabbed his chin and turned his face up, arresting his attention. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

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Its midnight, it counts fuck you. Anyway, here's some precanon oviposition/pregnancy kink for day 3 of bottomalastorweek2025 lmao

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64226797