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"Stiles isn’t stupid. He knows well enough that the pack are done with him. He knows he’s useless, and broken, but it still hurts."
"Derek is running through every interaction he’s ever had with Stiles, trying to figure out which ones he could have caught Stiles with his claws. The unfortunate reality is that he loses count of how many times he could have. "
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Stiles is pushed out of the pack as his injuries render him useless and unhelpful, and the pack start to hate him. He hasn't spoken to them in months, until an allying pack comes to visit and he gets dragged back. But do they really hate him? Or was it all a big misunderstanding?
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31 Mar 2026
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 7: Muzzles, Sex Toys, Kneeling, Nipple Play, Stuck in Wall
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He comes to himself flat on his stomach, hands trapped at his sides, his legs hanging loose, bent at just the wrong angle to get any ground when he tries to move. All is dark before him and when he tries to shout, to make a noise, he’s muffled, something around quieting him, something between his teeth and digging into his head. He wriggles, trying to get enough leverage to get himself up into a sitting position, only to freeze when something, someone, settles a hand on his ass.
There’s voices suddenly, barely audible, indecipherable. He tries to yell but no one responds, not with whatever is between them and whatever is in his mouth. Squirming gets no reaction as well, though he hears something like a laugh at how his bare feet scramble for purchase against the ground. The hand on his ass pets him, soothing, and another slips into the trembling grasp of his own, waiting for a squeeze. When he gives it, tight and hard, both pull away. He tries to shout again, trying to prevent them from leaving, only for a the sound to stop as a sharp pain suddenly strikes through him.
Fuckers just spanked him.
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- Part 7 of Noc’s Bottom Ghost Week 2025 Days
- Part 15 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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04 Dec 2025
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 6: Somnophilia, Free Use, Voyeurism, Public Sex
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Not everyone knows. Not everyone sees the mask—older, threadbare, stitched together along one side with blood red thread and missing a hardplate—and knows what it means. Most just think it’s part of his rotation, one of his many many masks, and in some respects that’s true.
But some know exactly why that is.
He brings it to a meeting the afternoon previous to his plans, listening to the rest of the 141 bitch and gripe about tomorrow’s visiting teams, about having to play nice with both friends and enemies for the sake of some chest candy Generals and their ideas of teamwork. It’s awhile before they notice him fiddling with the wornout sockets of the imprinted skull, falling silent one by one as he traces a finger along the threaded stitch.
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- Part 6 of Noc’s Bottom Ghost Week 2025 Days
- Part 14 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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04 Dec 2025
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Bottom Ghost Week Day 1 Prompts: Sex Pollen, Breeding Kink, Monsterfucking, Douple Penetration
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Soap being what he is isn’t exactly a secret. Monstrum as a whole aren’t uncommon and plenty choose to join up, for the same variety of reason as humans. Hell, he’s not even the only one in the 141. It’s just facts.
Still makes it bloody fucking annoying when idiots act like they’re the first person to ever consider trying to deal with them through one of their resident monsters. Such as now, watching the chemist they were tracking down laughing like no one’s ever thought about throwing random substances in Soap’s face. Honestly, it happens like every third time they go anywhere.
“Soap, status,” He throws it over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.
“Fuckin’…got it in m’goddamn eyes…Burns, LT. Gimme a sec.”
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- Part 9 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
- Part 1 of Noc’s Bottom Ghost Week 2025 Days
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03 Dec 2025
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Five times the 141 takes care of Soap and…well. They’ll make it six.
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29 Nov 2025