Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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"I've gotten six complaints, Simon," John said, his stare unwavering as he seemingly stared through Simon. "You have soldiers putting in complaints like they're servers at a damn corporate bar about how their manager is being a right dickhead. You need to get whatever stick you have shoved up your ass out and chill the fuck out."
Simon's jaw twitched with irritation at the fact that his soldiers were running and crying to John like a bunch of primary school children. "If they'd just listen-"
"Shut up," John snapped, watching with a pleased shine in his eyes as Simon's mouth closed with an audible click of his teeth.
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- Part 1 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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Talking to John was easy; it wasn't difficult in the slightest bit. Simon didn't feel like he needed to put on a show or anything, content to just be himself and say the first thing that came to mind. John shared photos with ease, some with his face that Simon now used to get off as frequently as he could. They weren't able to meet up often; both their schedules were so packed that it was like disarming a bomb with how difficult it was to find a free weekend.
"I have next week off," John said casually, knowing the chances of Simon being able to take any time off on such short notice were practically in hell. "Would love it if you could come over and I could chase you down like we talked about."
Just the mention of getting to play out their most talked-about fantasy had Simon's stomach clenching with desire and his cunt slicking with preparations for what he knew would be a rough time. He looked at his calendar on his wall, the words to deny the visit poised on the tip of his tongue, but froze when he saw the empty days staring back at him. He didn't want to get his hopes up, didn't say anything to John as he pulled his phone back to look at the online schedule his company provided.
Empty.
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- Part 2 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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"I want this," he told the artist, showing the design and pointing to his navel right over where his womb would be, "Right here."
"Didn't take you for a womb tat kinda guy," the artist hummed, taking the printout of the design and studying it. He shrugged; it wasn't his place to judge someone willing to pay his fees. "Give me ten to get it stenciled, and we can do it."
Simon nodded, leaning back on the prepared table, and pushed his jeans down low on his hip until the edge of his bush was beginning to poke out of the top of his waistband, and pulled his shirt higher to rest around his ribs to keep the area as open as possible. The tattoo itself wasn't hard; Simon's had a high pain tolerance his whole life, and his artist wasn't one for small talk, quick to clean and shave the area, place the stencil no less than three times to ensure perfect placement for Simon, then going slow to ensure the lines were even and dark.
"I have to ask," He hummed, wiping down the area and putting a wrap over the fresh tattoo to protect it from Simon's clothes. "Is this a gift for that Scot?"
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- Part 3 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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"Don't ruin this," His father hissed low just before they reached the altar, and plastered on a smarmy smile before handing Simon off to his groom.
Nik wasn't a small man, an incubus in every sense of the word. The horns jutted from his forehead, curving back along his head like a pair of goat horns. Simon's own horns were much smaller in comparison; if he'd ever wanted to use them, he'd sooner concuss himself than do any damage to the other. Nik was dressed in a tasteful display of black fabrics, the formal wear loose on his body, draping more like robes than a traditional suit.
"Hello." Nik's voice was deep, his eyes kind even if Simon didn't look at them for long. He held his hand out for Simon to take, a pleasant smile on his lips as he spoke, "You look beautiful…"
"Simon,"
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- Part 4 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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"Why this sudden need to get your clutch in someone? You never cared before."
"My ruts didn't align with my previous clutches," Johnny grumbled, petting his stomach like it already held a baby that could kick and not half a dozen soft eggs. Simon had seen them before; it was similar to a hard jelly-like oval, squishy yet firm. Capable of holding its shape while being deposited inside whoever Johnny wanted, but soft enough to soak up whatever fluids you drowned them in. "It's instinct I need to put this clutch inside a warm body."
Maybe he'd gone a bit insane spending so much time around the other. Maybe he'd secretly been hoping for an opportunity like this. Heaving a deep sigh, Simon sat up and looked at Johnny. "You can put your clutch in me,"
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- Part 5 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026
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He tilted his head, crouching down to look more closely at it; the edges were sanded smooth, some type of epoxy or wood filler used to give it a rounded and safe edge. Whoever drilled it in the wall was certainly mindful of keeping it safe for whoever wanted to use it. He saw the light on the other side change, the old wooden floor creaking with the weight of someone stepping inside. Simon tried to move out of the way of the hole so he couldn't get accused of spying when he heard a knock on the wall.
Furrowing his brows, he watched the other person come to stand in front of the hole, his swim shorts damp from the water and clinging to the prominent bulge of his thickening cock. He didn't say anything but knocked again, this time a bit firmer. Simon didn't know what to do or say, so he lifted his hand and rapped his knuckles against the wood in return. He watched, wide-eyed, as the man hooked his thumbs into his waistband, wasting no time in shoving them down, letting the heavy weight of his cock free from their confines.
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- Part 6 of Bottom Ghost Week 2026