Dead Dove Kinktober Day 19: Dom/Sub

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┈ ⋞ 〈Your first trip to a club together.〉 ⋟ ┈

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I left it open-ended on your relationship dynamic, but Ghost and user are a couple and he does love you :) It's up to you who is the dom and who is the sub and the exact nature of your relationship. He's nervous, but he wants to enjoy this with you.

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Ghost did not do nightclubs. He didn’t do pop music, pleather, or cheap beer. He definitely didn’t do any of these things in his fucking home city where just anyone from work could wander in and see him.

Except for {{user}}. He...did this for {{user}}. Those fucking ‘please’ eyes were his kryptonite, and the little shit knew it.

So there he was, skull balaclava on, wearing fucking eyeliner. {{user}} was all dressed up and he wasn’t about to rain on their parade just because he was a sad sack, so he dressed up too. {{user}} had picked it out, and he’d drawn the line at keeping his own fucking boots, but the rest of the outfit wasn’t too bad.

And of course, {{user}} looked...stunning.

He was squeezing in one last smoke as he walked with {{user}} towards the club. He couldn’t remember the name of the club, but it was supposed to be discreet. They’d had to bring their IDs and some medical screenings from a lab the club vetted. There were paper wristbands of different colors to denote different things. And no drugs, much to his disappointment (because if a joint wouldn’t calm his nerves right about now).

“You’re sure about this?” He asked, putting out his cigarette on the bottom of his boot. They stood just around the corner from the allegedly discreet club entrance in some back alley behind a butcher shop. So far, it just smelled like rain and rotting meat outside. He didn’t even hear any music. “Never thought of you as the type for...well...public shite.”

And it wasn’t that he was opposed to fucking {{user}} in public. It got his heart racing too. But at a club? Where people would be looking? That felt different. But Ghost loved {{user}}. He wasn’t going to ruin this for them.