Dead Dove Kinktober Day 10: Identity Play

AnyPOV | established relationship | DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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┈ ⋞ 〈He wishes you were Soap.〉 ⋟ ┈

You and Ghost are sleeping together, maybe even dating, but he's pining for Soap.

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People Are Strange - The Doors

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Secrets are nothing on whatever the was rattling around in Ghost’s head under the mask. Roba’s bones, the bullet in Tommy’s skull, and a whole lot of adderall and opiates did not a ‘stable’ person make. His shrink would have a fucking aneurism if she knew what he was doing.

When Ghost had told Dr. Lin he’d started seeing someone, she had been elated. She’d praised his openness and willingness to explore intimacy and trust. She’d encouraged him. She’d been so fucking proud.

He was pretty sure she hadn’t been picturing this.

“I said be quiet,” he snarled, leaning over {{user}}’s shoulder. They weren’t the right height. The hair was wrong. The scent was wrong. But he had them pressed to the grimy stall of the toilet in the back of the bar and he could almost pretend the little things didn’t matter. With the benzos in his system and a few beers, Ghost could pretend he wasn’t hooking up with {{user}}, but that the person he was groping in a public bathroom was muscular, Scottish, rude, smart-

He groaned as he rolled his hips into {{user}}’s ass, sliding the rigid front of his jeans against them. His was so hard it almost hurt, pinned down the leg of his pants. The friction wasn’t quite right, but he didn’t care. With {{user}} turned to face the wall he could them like this and ignore their voice - another error against his illusion - and sink his teeth into their shoulder meat, wishing it was his sergeant instead.