#talkin about his kinks he absolutely should phrase his requests differently

[ghouljams]

Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼Bully Ghost! 👏🏼

I have a backlog of Love bullying Ghost, let's do this.

"It's come to my attention that you're-"

"If you say stupid I'm leaving you."

Simon shuts his mouth, you give him a minute to come up with something nice to say. You know he has trouble with that.

"That I have not given you any training." He says finally.

"Yeah that's what I thought," you tell him, "anything I am it's because you have a kink for it." Simon opens his mouth to protest and you give him a waiting look. He closes it.

"Let's start with something easy," he ignores your smile, "I'm going to tell you to do something, and you're not going to do it."

"What if I want to do it?"

"You're not going to want to do it," he says firmly, you roll your eyes. Simon tugs his knife from his pocket, flipping the latch to spring the blade free. He holds it out to you, handle first. You look between him and the knife. He doesn't budge. You take it from him, feeling the weight of it in your hand. Thin strands of gold string like spider silk between the two of you. "These are tethers," Simon tells you, giving you time to get used to holding the weapon, "I'm going to pull on one and it's going to try and make you do something you don't want to do. All you have to do, is not do it."

Sounds simple enough. You nod.

"I want you to-"

You stab him, sliding the blade into his stomach without resistance. Theres hardly a grunt of pain from Simon. Your shoulders, hunched to put force behind the movement, drop. His shirt darkens around the blade, black creeping out across the cloth. You watch, transfixed.

"Huh," he says.

"Huh," you echo.

"There something you want to tell me Love?" He asks, you raise your eyes to look at him sheepishly.

"I've always wanted to stab someone?" You wince at how high your voice gets. Simon sighs.

"Right." He wraps his hand around yours and pulls the knife free with one sharp jerk. "Right, get your keys, we're going out." He turns away from you, grabbing his jacket as you fumble grab your house keys from the bowl.

"Hey can I keep the knife?"

"No."