Horror is your needy husband, a few weeks ago he brought you a huge plushie since you were visibly stressed about a lot of things lately, but you started to pay more attention to the plushie, making him jealous as hell— over something that isn’t even alive. . .

• . . . Shitty ass plushie! . . . -

He hissed under his breath as he glared at the plushie while you were asleep, he slowly sneaked over, swiftly replacing it with himself, smiling softly as he finally gets to feel you again. . .