Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 1 Prompts: Bondage, Somnophilia, Sensory Play, Intercrural Sex
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The first time Ghost showed him what he immediately internally decided to call The Pump Closet, his stunned response had earned him an imperious eyebrow that really only felt highlighted by the little gleaming studs in it.
“Me having a sex life is not that exciting Johnny.”
Having one extensive enough to have organized storage shelves certainly felt like one to him, but he’d been smart enough to not run his mouth about it. Not if he wanted to get laid, which he really desperately had, and it had been utterly worth it. He’s pretty sure Ghost sucked his soul out of his cock that night—he’s soulless now, it’s just a fact. The priests back home must be wailing at their lost son invoking eternal damnation in the name of some pussy, but in his defense it’s maybe the best hole he’s ever had the gift of experiencing and he was probably screwed anyways. And he’s learned so much.
Also his aunt three doors down hasn't said anything about it, so he thinks it's probably fine.
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- Part 1 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 21 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 2 Prompts: Age Gap, Knife Play, Predator & Prey, Hunting/Chasing, Consensual Non-Consent (CNC)
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He’s running. Not through the forest, though that would probably fit the emotion in his chest better, but through the remnants of some long-forgotten suburbia, abandoned before it could ever be finished. Their safehouse is in one of these rotted heaps, tucked into the basement where the lights can’t be seen and the men can’t be heard. Hidden from the world, safe as can be. It’s where he should be, but now…
Now.
If he can make it to the end of the block he'll actually be able to veer off into a treeline, disappear into the moss and mulch that has already eaten up the next street over. It’s still not forest, won’t be for a long time yet, but it’s something. Cover, maybe. He vaults through an unfilled window frame, skirts around abandoned concrete pillars, runs and runs and runs and runs. At his size it shouldn’t even be a contest.
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- Part 2 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 22 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 3 Prompts: Lingerie, Wall Sex, Phone Sex, Magic Toy, Womb Tattoo
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They’re going to be meeting up with Nik in a few hours, which is normally something he’s okay with. More than, really, and therein lies the problem. Because apparently he’s a open goddamned book to his teammates now that they’re regularly fucking him senseless and all it took was Price offhand mentioning Nik when he was wrist deep in his cunt for the truth of him being slightly obsessed with their Russian friend to out.
Can’t be blamed really, if you ask him. He didn’t ask for the man to wear pants that sagged with the weight of what he was hauling, or for him to shift so frequently in his pilot’s seat to settle its mass. It’s an idle curiosity he’s had for years that’s been stoked with the vicious reactivation of his sex drive by three idiots who wouldn’t know restraint if it bit them and at this point the only way out is through. All that to say that when the truth of the matter spread to the rest of the team they immediately latched onto it, mostly to drive him completely out of his fucking mind.
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- Part 3 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 23 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 4 Prompts: Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Wedding Night, Multiple Orgasms, Creatures & Monsters
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Marriage is, strictly speaking, out of the question. He's pretty sure at least. They’re both almost certainly legally dead, and neither of them are really capable of handling the amount of paperwork fixing that would require. They probably could ask someone to do it, but he doesn’t think either of them care that much.
This works though. A locked door, a corpse, a knife, and a mirror.
Hands paw at him, catching in scars and hair and gears, watery burbling rumbling low and sweet as he shushes and soothes, humming sweet songs as he works. Skin to skin, both of them as naked as they can ever be and him usually very easily distracted by those entrancing things. But not tonight. Hopefully.
“Soon love, just be patient.”
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- Part 4 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 24 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 5 Prompts: Tentacles, Oviposition, Belly Bulge, Omegaverse, Breeding Kink, Double Penetration
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There is something living under his church, deep below. He can feel it when he sleeps, feel it when he prays. It is not any god he knows of, but he does not think it a devil either, nor some great evil. It is just something…living. Something that breathes and makes the very foundations creak. Something that brings the sharp scent of wood ash and lye, bubbling up in his head the longer he stays in the small dark corners of this place he calls home, filling in all the cracks. It doesn’t make him feel afraid, though he thinks some deep animal part of him feels he should. Instead it makes him feel safe, watched, entombed.
What better feeling for a shut-in priest? What could be more convincing that he’s finally found his home? It took so long, years and worlds and shattered things. He wouldn’t give it up even if he was truly scared. He’s too stubborn for that, he’s had to be.
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- Part 5 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 27 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 6 Prompts: Beach Sex, Glory Hole, Dry Humping, Exhibitionism
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He thinks, rather amicably if you ask him, that if either of the Johns in his life try to sell him on this bloody farce they're on again, he's going to drag them out into the shallows and feed them to the crabs. It feels appropriate, feels just, and considering Johnny hasn't said a word since they got into the car, he must feel just how genuine the threat lurking in the air is.
There's no snitch here, he refuses. This is the type of place the arms dealer they're hunting would waste their time, not some informant that John swore up and down would have what they needed. 'In his own way', he'd said, with a cheeky little grin on his face. Bastard. Made them drive two damn hours out to this place and isn't even bothering to stick around. Doesn't even bother to get out of the driver's seat, just gives them a little wave and promises to be back around by 1500, with the expectation that they've gotten whatever they're looking for.
The two of them look down the sandblasted steps to a pristine white beach, pocked with umbrellas and towels that each cost more than some of his nicer guns.
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- Part 6 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 25 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 7 Prompts: Rimming, Wet and Messy, Medical Fetishism (MedFet)
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Gaz’s clever fingers have the lock popped on the tiny corner clinic in seconds, the two of them slipping inside and clicking it back closed before anyone can see them. He hops to kill the security and loses brief sight of his Sergeant, led back to him by the rattling of cabinets and pill bottles. Neither of them are battered, a few cuts and bruises and one minor bullet scrape across a lower rib, but all in all it could be worse. They won’t need to ravage this place’s stores, just some bandages and thread.
Gaz flicks a smile at him when he comes back, “Remind me t’leave a tenner on the desk.”
“When’d you last buy bandages? S’twenty at least.”
“Only because you’re such a big lad sir.”
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- Part 7 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 26 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 8 Prompts: None! >:3
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There’s humming in his kitchen, which is a bit concerning for a variety of reasons. The first of which being that he lives alone on the fifth floor and his door has two locks beyond the building lock itself. The second being that he’s not actually that surprised to hear it, and the third being that, despite he himself working at a grocery, he hasn’t managed to restock his cupboards in two weeks. He’d meant to yesterday but then this git—
Ah.
He gives himself a few minutes to stare at the ceiling above his bed, tracing the long-memorized imperfections, before finally he decides he does actually have to deal with his intruder. Takes him a minute, he’s no spring chicken anymore, but eventually he manages to haul himself to his feet and find his glasses, trundling out to peek around the corner and into the tile.
Johnny barely manages to give him a glance and a grin over his shoulder, cheery as can be before he has to redirect his attention to the full stove of pans he’s running, “G’morning beautiful.”
Series
- Part 8 of Noc's Bottom Ghost Week 2026 Days
- Part 28 of Noc’s Military Propaganda