-Owner!Ghost x hybrid! Bunny! Reader whos foot keeps thumping on the ground as Ghost continues to get to busy to pet them. Maybe cleaning up their bed because they got stains all over it because they ate sweets in it. (Something they weren’t supposed to do)
-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)
-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!
-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)
-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.
-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”
-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.
-Owner! Ghost how hugs you and coos as he tells you how well you did. Petting those sweet fluffy ears as you sniffle, your stomach warm with pleasure. （˶′◡‵˶）
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Simon Riley going to the airport with Reader is a well thought out mission.
He’s four paces ahead of you at any one time, a big man has big strides already but airport Simon is on another level.
He holds the passports, insists on it, “course I trust you, jus wanna make sure it’s nice and safe” and obviously he’d never lose your passports (if you ignore that one time he forgot his passport and had to ring Johnny in the middle of the night to drive it over in time)
Simon’s bags are always stopped. Does not matter how many or how few bags he has or how strategic he is with packing security always flag him and check his luggage. Catch him grumbling as security rifle through his things and try not to laugh at the poor sod.
He follows you around in duty free, whatever you’re looking at or smelling he’s right behind you. You drown his wrists in perfume and he just accepts his fate as your test subject. “Yeah, yeah smells luvly, whatever you think is right.”
Somehow always guesses your gate number correctly it’s like a sixth sense, he can just pick a number and you check the screen and yup he’s right.
And a little extra about you both on the flight, no one’s paying extra money to book their seats so y’all end up with seat roulette. Simon is chronically uncomfortable, he just doesn’t fit in the tiny packed together seats of an airplane.
With any luck, if the flight’s looking pretty empty, you get a row all to yourself and make your way over to pick Simon up, who’s currently squished between a loud teenage boy and an old woman half falling asleep on him. Looks up at you with pleading eyes because, “Please love, I can’t spend the whole flight like this.” You take pity and bring him back to your free row.
Hope any of that was enjoyable, never done one of these before but I thought it’d be fun and I like the idea of a domestic Simon going on holiday with someone he loves. I was envisioning manchester or liverpool airport just cus i’ve been there
❀~900 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), dirty talk, overstimulation, dubcon (just to be safe), degradation, rough sex, pet names/name calling(e.g., slut, sweetheart, and baby), condomless sex (wrap it), etc❀
💌: I like the first version I wrote more... might not be the same next time you see it.
་༘࿐18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽་༘࿐
You try to tilt your hips, a desperate, fluttering movement intended to throw him off—to angle away so he stops hitting that spot, the one that’s got your legs shaking and your brain buzzing with a static charge.
But he catches it. Of course he does.
"Where you runnin’ to?" he rasps, his voice a low, vibrating growl that shivers through your spine like a physical blow. His fingers—calloused, thick, and mapped with those heavy, prominent veins—dig into the soft meat of your hips, squeezing the skin as he anchors you to the mattress.
"Thought you liked it right there." He slams back in, a deliberate, bone-deep thrust that drives his entire weight into that tender, aching spot that’s already got you fucked dumb.
You gasp, your hands scrabbling for something to hold, anything, but he’s relentless. He keeps your hips locked down under the crushing pressure of his palms and grinds into it like he’s trying to ruin you from the inside out.
The sound of your joining is obscene—a wet, rhythmic slap slap slap of skin meeting skin. The friction has turned the slick heat of your arousal into a thick, creamy lather that smears across your thighs and webs between you with every stroke.
"You think I didn’t notice? How you squeeze me every time I hit it? Thought you could hide that?" The words are hot and filthy against your neck. "Nah. That spot's mine now. You hear me? I’m gonna keep hitting it until you can’t remember your own name."
He pulls back just a fraction, the wet, suctioning plop of the air hitting your joining echoing in the room. He leans back on his heels, a dark, amused smirk etching on his face as he looks down at where he’s buried. The thick, pale cream of your arousal is lathered white against his shaft, dripping in heavy, slow beads onto the rumpled sheets.
"Look at that," he coos, his voice dripping with sweet condescension as he reaches down to trace the mess. "Look how messy you are for me. Just a little puddle of need, aren't you? All that talk, and you’re already out of it. Poor thing... you can't help yourself when I'm inside you, can you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He leans forward, threading his hand into your hair and yanking your head back to force your eyes to meet his. His eyes are hooded, dark and heavy with a terrifyingly deep sort of hunger. He crushes his mouth against yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed make-out, his tongue clashing with yours as his hips resume their brutal work.
The kiss tastes of salt and heat, his saliva mixing with yours in a messy, desperate exchange. The wet, squelching sounds of him fucking you fill the quiet room, a rhythmic, suctioning squelch that matches the frantic pace of your heart. He fucks you deep and mean, his heavy length stretching you until your vision flares white at the edges.
“Mghn—ahh!” you gasp into his mouth, nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders while you writhe.
He breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a heartbeat before it snaps. He watches it break with a slow, mean grin. “You keep trying to run, I’m just gonna chase you deeper. You want me to stop hitting it?” He lets out a dark, breathless laugh, his chest heaving against yours. “Then stop clenching around my dick like a slut.”
You can’t. And he knows it.
He shifts his weight, his arms bracing on either side of your head, and grinds forward in those slow circles again. The head of his dick strikes that spot again, and again, and again. Your mouth hangs open on a silent cry, eyes rolling back as the pressure mounts.
“Oh, you like that,” he says, his mouth twisting into that sharp, condescending smirk that always makes your skin burn. “Course you do. No idea what you’re doing, but your body knows exactly how to take it. Look at you, shaking like a leaf just because I'm giving you what you asked for.”
You whimper, your voice a broken thread. “Mmm—fuck... please…”
“Right there?” he mocks, his voice dripping with derision. “Is that the spot, pretty? You want me to keep fucking you until you cum again?”
You nod, crying now, trembling under the sheer volume of him. He gives it to you—pounding into that same sensitive nerve until you’re sobbing from the overload. Each thrust sends a shockwave through you, thick and heavy, pushing your limits until your legs shake and your mind goes blank.
Another inch. Another thrust. Stretching you open until it burns—until you feel like you’re splitting in two. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let you squirm away. He holds you there, breath hot against your neck, whispering how small and helpless you feel under him. You come apart again, sobbing as the orgasm tears through you, leaving your legs useless.
Even as the aftershocks rack your frame, he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding into you, making sure you’re so full of him that you can’t think of anything else.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
You nod through the haze of exhaustion. Your body is still twitching, mouth open in a sob you can’t quite finish.
He hasn’t pulled out; he stays buried deep, thick and pulsing in the mess he’s made inside you. He stays there, enjoying the way your walls flutter and seize around him.
He brushes his fingers down your cheek, pulling them away wet with your tears. “You’re still crying” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Thought you were done. What’s the matter, baby? Too much for you?”
“I—I can’t stop…” you whimper, blinking up at him.
He doesn’t coo. He doesn’t tell you it’s okay. He just presses in deeper, using his weight to anchor you to the bed, his chest a solid wall against your own.
“Too full? Too deep?”
You let out a broken noise of agreement, your head tossing on the pillow. He hums, a low vibration in his chest that you feel in your teeth, then grinds into you again—slow, heavy, and mean. “Good. Stay right there and take every bit of it. I want to feel you try to swallow all of me.”
A cry rips out of you, your back bowing off the mattress as your core clamps down around him in a final, desperate clench. He groans like it’s killing him, his jaw ticking as he drives through the tightness to chase his own edge.
One hand stays locked on your hip, while the other grips your face—not gently. His thumb presses into your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commands, his voice a fractured, rasp. “I wanna see you.”
You try to focus, blinking hard against the tears. He buries himself one last time, bottoming out with a force that makes you sob, and shudders.
His whole body goes rigid, his muscles turning to stone under your hands as he spills into you, a hot, heavy flood that you feel reaching your very chest. He drops his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and broken, and you feel the heavy, grounding weight of him settle over you.
hi everyone here’s a tiny drabble of simon x sensitive little crybaby reader since i have had a horrible week and was broken up with yesterday and i want nothing more than to cry😊😊😊😊
Simon Riley who notices you before he understands why.
Simon Riley who clocks the way you linger at the edges of rooms, not shy, but careful. Who sees how you flinch at sudden noise, how your eyes track exits without meaning to. Sweet little thing, but you always looked like you were on verge of tears.
Simon Riley who doesn’t know how to deal with it. You cried on the first date because he made a remark that would have been brushed off as banter to the average person.
Simon Riley who starts adjusting without realizing it. Positioning himself so you’re never backed into a corner, keeping his voice low when he speaks to you, stepping in when conversations turn sharp. Small changes. Instinctive ones. He knows that you feel everything.
Simon Riley who becomes careful with you. Who watches your hands more than your face. Who learns the difference between your comfortable silence and your overwhelmed one.
Simon Riley who earns your trust not by asking for it, but by being consistent.
Simon Riley who realizes one day that you lean toward him without thinking. That your breathing evens out when he’s near. That you look for him in rooms before you even realize you’re doing it.
At first, it was panic. Sleepless nights. Missed calls. You paced the kitchen floor like a ghost, heart hammering with every unknown number that lit up your phone. Maybe something happened. Maybe he was hurt. Or worse.
But that was before you called the base.
Before some stone-cold voice on the other end told you your husband hadn’t gone missing he’d been deployed. Four months ago. Without a word. No note. No goodbye. No explanation. He left like a shadow and didn’t look back.
And now you’re just angry.
Livid.
Because the man you trusted with your life didn’t even have the decency to tell you he was leaving.
It’s a little after 1 a.m. when you hear it, the dull slam of a car door. Then boots. Heavy and familiar on the pavement outside. You don’t rush to greet him. You don’t cry. You don’t even blink.
You stay in the kitchen, elbow-deep in last night’s dishes because sleep doesn’t visit your side of the bed anymore.
And why would it? That bed hasn’t felt like home since he left it.
You hear the lock click. Then the door creaks open.
Then—silence.
You don’t turn around.
“This how you greet me now?” His voice cuts through the quiet.
You don’t answer.
“Seriously?” he says, sharper. “I come back from hell, and I get a cold shoulder?”
That makes you laugh but it’s hollow. Bitter. You set a dish down with too much force. “Hell? You think you’re the only one who’s been through it?”
Simon stiffens in the doorway.
You turn, eyes sharp. “You left, Simon. You vanished. I thought something happened to you. I thought you were dead.”
“I couldn’t tell you—”
“Don’t give me that shit,” you cut him off. “You didn’t even try. You let some random operator be the one to break the news. You didn’t have the balls to tell your own wife that you were leaving.”
He steps forward, jaw tight. “You think it was easy for me? You think I wanted to go?”
“Then why didn’t you say something?”
“I was protecting you—”
“Don’t.” You hold up a hand, shaking your head. “Don’t feed me that line. You didn’t protect me. You abandoned me.”
Silence floods the room again, thick and bitter.
He exhales slowly, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Let’s talk.”
“I don’t want to talk.”
“Why not?”
You look away, voice cracking despite yourself. “Because talking leads to arguing. Arguing leads to nowhere. And I’m just… I’m tired, Simon. I’m so tired.”
He watches you quietly. “Okay. Let’s go to sleep then.”
You let out a soft scoff. “Not like that you aren’t.”
He frowns. “Like what?”
You look at him for the first time in full really look. His face is tired. Eyes dull. Shoulders weighed down like he’s carrying something he can’t put down. But it’s not enough. Not after everything.
“Like a soldier.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then another.
Something in his expression falters.
“I want to sleep with my husband,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Not some stranger in a uniform. Not someone who shuts me out, who leaves without a word, who walks back in like I should be grateful.”
The pain is all over your face in the tight press of your lips, the furrow in your brow, the shine in your eyes you refuse to let fall.
“Is that too much to ask?”
You don’t wait for an answer. You turn your back and walk toward the bedroom, the weight of your words dragging behind you like chains.
Simon stays in the kitchen, frozen. Still in his boots. Still not the man you married.
And the silence swallows him whole.
dividers by @thecutestgrotto | i wrote this while listening to Not You Too by Drake at 4 am !! o(≧∇≦o)
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I saw your cute shifter confused reader and was very much expecting one of the men wanting kitty time and get barreled into by a lion and not a very small and lap sized kitty cat.
YESYES I LOVE LOVE THIS (gn!reader)
I’m imagining Soap being extra annoying since Price first made the official announcement that you’re a shifter, specifically with the species of cats. It only got worse when he saw you go into the tiniest form to slip through some cracks on a mission. It’s safe to say he’s been begging you ever since.
“Kitty?”
“That’s not my name, Johnny.” You’d scowl at him, forcing a hiss but he doesnt even bat an eye. He comes over, a grin slowly forming on his face.
“If i get your favourite fish, will you sleep beside me tonight?”
“No.”
“Tuna?”
“No.”
“Salmon?”
You fall silent, contemplating it until he leans in, giving you a cheeky smirk. “Ye want some sea bass kitty?”
You should be annoyed, really should be fed up with his antics, but it’s only one night you have to endure this for. So after he promises to buy you the best fish for the next three days, you trot into his room, tail perked high.
“Yer so damn cute.” He coos, picking you up and snuggling you onto his chest, his thick arms locking you in. “Go to sleep kitty, tha’s it.” He pets your ears, making a low purr rumble through your chest. It soothes him to sleep too, the both of you snoozing quietly.
But it’s almost 1am when his chest feels like it’ll implode. It feels like two hands have grabbed his lungs, squeezing it tight to flatten out any air left behind. His eyes snap open, wincing at the harsh feeling until he comes face to face with your giant canines peeking through your lip. Two large paws trap him beneath you, the slight dig of the claws making him panic as you slumber on him.
“Ay— kitty!” He wheezes, trying his best to even move his arms and failing miserably, you dont even wake, just growling softly.
“I- i can’t breathe—“ With all the strength he can muster, he pushes against you and you jolt, sleepily glaring at him.
He watches in horror as you bare your teeth, so large and practically centimetres away from his face. He didnt know you coud shift in your sleep! You hiss, annoyed he woke you before you see the sheer panic on his face, promptly realising the situation you’re in.
In seconds you’ve shifted back to a human, just the blanket covering you as you scramble off of him, looking panicked. “Oh my—Johnny are you okay?!”
“Yeah- i just—“ He wheezes again, and you’re terrified you might’ve actually broken something in him. Wrapping the blanket tight, you quickly make your way to Ghost’s door next door.
He opens it after a moment, mask hastily shoved on and eyes narrowed. “This better not be because you got fed up of Johnny—“
“Simon! I think i broke his ribs!”
His eyes widen in alarm and he slips past you, dragging you with him into Johnny’s room where he’s laying on the bed , face scrunched.
It’s safe to say you’re not really allowed to sleep beside any of them anymore, especially if both of you are asleep. It’s for both of your safety anyway; if you managed to turn into a small desert cat, and he rolled onto you, you’d be in a very similar situation.
Despite your insistence, he still buys you the fish he promised, although his chest is a bit bruised from the whole ordeal.
Simon raises a brow at that statement and sits down in the nearby chair. His eyes on you. “Is that so, lovely?”
“Mhm,” you agree with a confident nod and loopy. “No. My boyfriend is prettier than you.”
He isn’t sure if he should take it as a compliment or as an insult, for now Simon decides to not comment on it. “You must be lucky to have such a pretty boyfriend then.” He grins and sips his cheap hospital coffee.
“Oh, I am! He’s pretty and cool and strong. And you should be careful because he’ll be here soon!” You pout, shoving your lower lip forward.
Cute. 
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before he shows up.” Simon reassures you and pats your thigh.
You don’t reply, the remaining anesthesia must still be running its course through your body after the surgery in which the doctor took out your inflamed appendix, snoring softly in the otherwise quiet room. “Good thing your boyfriend is already here, lovely.” Simon chuckles before tugging the thin hospital blanket higher over your chest and keeping watch as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. “And he will be here when you wake up again. He will always be there, my lovely.”
Price, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, König, Horangi + Nikto
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Annoying Shit they Do (Original) <<<
Simon
Simon likes some space at times- like a house cat in a sense.
He likes affection especially physical ones in doses- but it has gotten better over the years..
However there is something that annoys him to no end..
Poking
Its such an odd tick for him-
So when you want to mess with you all you got to do is poke him and you can quite literally see his eye twitch.
Simon had gotten on your last nerves after deciding to overpack on your last date, who brings a tactical knife to a resturant. So you had gone a bit petty..
Walking past him as you gave a small poke right on his back. The man turning his head quickly at you as you saw his face twitch.
"What..."
"Mind grabbing the fresh sheets off the top of the closet?"
He nodded but clearly had a grumble. This started with you asking random things of him, Or just walking past. Not without a poke- You saw him slowly start to lose it.
Poke
Poke
Poke..
It was the final one when he was watching the game, slowly crawling behind the couch so he couldn't see you and..
Poke
"FUCKING GOD DAMN IT FUCKING BLOODY GOD FUCK!-"
He yelled loudly roaring up at the ceiling. You giggle and run away as he loses his mind in the livingroom and goes to chase you.
Price
John Price is a man who always has things planned
He knows where things are, knows how to go about it all and has a way to get around anything.
That includes his house.
John is a man who can walk through his house blindfolded and with tape behind his back without bumping into a thing-
As long as you dont move stuff..
Move stuff and it's like you through him in a thorn maze buttass naked and with a stick to navigate.
He does not know were to start or where to go.
If you move an object from its normal spot it might as well have disappeared from existence.
And when it comes to major arrangements..
Just put him out of his misery
John should not come home and when he goes to find a cup finds the plastic Tupperware instead
"The Hell.."
So he goes into another cabinet and finds dishes instead. Now a frantic search takes place for a damn cup.
He slowly begins to feel his blood pressure rise as he pulls out plates, the spices and everything he could think of the find a damn cup.
"...LUV!!"
He yelled out, Now frustrated. You walk into the kitchen and raise a brow at the man who looks so out of his element.
"Where are the fucking cups?"
"Its the cabinet next to the fridge"
John stops over and opens said cabinet as he grabs a cup angrily.
"Why did you move stuff? I cant find shit"
"I told you I was getting the kitchen reorganized when you were underway. I also redid the closets and organzied your office"
He looked at you as if you told him you'd laced the house with bombs for him to find.
Kyle
Kyle is fairly laid back, man.
He can handle many things but he does have a few pressure points.
But his worse one are things not symmetrical
He will stare...
Oh he will stare
Before finally he breaks and needs to fix whatever it crooked or off.
Paintings, Pillows- Hell he has even evened out some flowers you had in a vase once since they all leaned to one side.
It is like watching a nature documentary of a bird needing to arrange something just right. From moving a lampshade a few times till its somehow perfect.
So when you get an abstract art peice that is MENT to be crooked
He almost loses his shit
Getting home from an assignment and while he takes off his boots sees a painting at the end of the hall. There it looked like a wave going across the shore which was even by the image but the canvas itself was tilted giving it a unique effect...
"Fuckin Hell.."
He instantly tries to correct it.
"Hey love, Welcome back"
You say sweetly prepared to give him a hug and kiss but see he is totally focused and even took the painting down to look at the back of it to see why it wasnt evening out.
When you scold him telling him its ment to look like that.
You might as well have just said
'Im going to give a headache everytime you walk down the hall'
So sure he tries but everytime he walks past it he attempts to make it straight before it goes back to his corrective form making him groan and stomp away.
You actively saw the man stressing out everytime he looked at it.
It would only take a week to find the painting thrown into the garden..
Johnny
Johnny has a few things he actually cares about that are small..
Just a few things he will take a extra moment on and kept an eye on.
So ypu unfolding all the clothes.. makes his blink one eye then another like he was a frog you kicked.
Johnny has a strict thing about having things folded- he has been trained to a T on folding and making everything neat.
It was something that was weirdly important to him-
He would take a incredibly precise and almost meditative state while folding the clothes.
So when you bulldoze to grab one item in the middle of the stack or tear apart the drawer to were it looks like soup?
Yeah it gets on his last nerve.
He has folded up all blankets and towels so they were practically a masterpiece
To you in seconds reach in to grab a random towel not even looking and knocking over a stack of towels to use to clean up a major spill on the kitchen.
...
Johnny jaw dropping as he looked to you as if you had ripped his heart out.
"(Y/N)! I just folded that!"
You hear yelled out as you have the towel om the ground frantically moving it across the dirty floor in mild panic.
"Im sorry! Actually can you hand me another one!"
You were then promptly met with a towel to the side of your head.
Hong-Jin (Horangi)
Hong-jin appreciates you. He likes to make sure you are spoiled- well taken care of and content.
So You being a pushover over little things bothers him.
He will look at you as if you have grown a second head.
When you let someone just get their way or get in your way it frustrates him.
You are a strong person, he knows it. Yet you let someone insignificant talk down at you.
Standing with his arms crossed, lips curled down in a frown as Hong-jin watched the waiter completely ignore your every instruction as they set down your meal and you accepted the incorrect food.
"Say something-"
He will grumbled. When you try and strug it off or change thw topic he will feel his chest tighten as he would take a heavy breath.
Sure not wanting to be confrontational was an admirable trait but this was simply insanity.
Constantly he tried to push you to approach people with simple complaints that could bw resolved. A simple tiny mix up with change, the wrong dressing for your food, them giving you the wrong color of something.
It is something you want so why are you so okay with not getting what you want!
"(Y/N)- You deserve what you asked for. Tell them.."
When you wilt in your seat a bit flushed. He grumbles and looks around- irritated for the person in question.
"Excuse me- You"
"Hong-Jin!"
Konig
König likes to go in and out when it comes to certain things.. Choices being one especially if they are small. He would prefer to at least have some idea of what he wants so he can get back to where he feels comfortable
So being indecisive over small things
It will drive him insane..
Absolutely up the fucking wall.
Sure he knows sometimes it take a moment to think things over. He has even needed a moment to make a choice.
But taking 30 minutes to pick something low effoet is insanity
Switching back and forth constantly with something as simply as what you want to eat at the same restuant you two go to constantly.
Trying to think of what brand to get of bread
It makes him feel on edge since it means they are attracting more looks or prolonging a interaction he doesnt like.
He will try to be nice however it will slowly drive him mad.
"Schatz please.."
König will beg as he tries to keep from saying the choice he knows you will make.
So when you two are shopping for you to get a new phone he is leaned against the wall.
He will close his eyes and channel in all the calm of his body. His soul.
You going back and forth between two phones when he knows that you know which want you want.
"...(Y/N).. You want that one on the left.."
"Well yeah, but i don't know- This one is also good"
He will put his head in his hands trying not to cry.
Nikto
Listen.. Nikto doesnt like scarcity. He has known the feeling of not having enough. Of scrapping by, he never wants to experience thay again.
Listen.. He knows he eats a lot
So forgetting to stock up has a emotional grind to him.
He knows he can go through many things fairly quickly.
He has a card that you can use at any and all times. It is practically ENDLESS for you to use for whatever needs you have and whatever you could possibly ever want.
SO why do you wait till there is quite literally crumbs in the house? Or that there is barely anything in terms of house needs until its ABSOLUTELY gone.
So many times he has gone to different parts of the find there wasnt a restock.
Hell even of stuff you use constantly!
How do you not restock your own stuff!
So of course when things like that happen he will feel absolutely annoyed.
Nikto felt a twitch in his eye as he stared at the empty toilet paper bag in the bathroom. Stuck on the toilet as he felt a pain behind his eye.
"(Y/N!)"
You peak in to see your boyfriend there on the toilet- His scarred face a twisted mess of irritation.
