I hope you're having a great day...i was scrolling your posts and can we talk about ivy's scrumptious body? i know he has the whole bakery but those massive hands...strong neck...and chest.
I have this idea...One night he came home after rehearsal for new tour and reader gave him the most relaxing sexy time. Slow and tortuous with lots of body praise and maybe choking while she's on top until he finishes on her tummy. Please? 🥺
Ivy whoreshiper anon 🫶
We can always talk about the deliciousness that is Ivy, baby!!! The way you just want to eat him up when you see him, and that’s exactly how it feels when you catch him after coming home from rehearsal. He’s all buzzed up with adrenaline from what’s to come, and you’re practically vibrating just seeing him like this—so excited when it comes to playing music. idk if this is entirely what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy bb 💕
CW: includes mentions of body worshiping, soft talking, unprotected sex, light choking/breath play.
Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispers against your lips, kissing you slow and sensual as his hands wander beneath the shirt you’re wearing.
“Let’s take this off. I need to touch you. To see you.” His mouth moves along your jaw, down the column of your neck, and breaks away only to slip your shirt up and over your head.
His hands return, slowly brushing along every dip and curve as he pulls you closer. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, returning to your lips and guiding you toward the bed. “Lay back for me?”
You nod, breath already shallow, a soft smile curving your lips.
“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself,” you tease, fingers gliding through his hair, pushing it back before he captures your hands, pressing a kiss to the inside of each wrist. Then, slowly, he pushes them down onto the mattress, pinning them above you.
“That’s sweet, baby, but this is about you right now.”
A faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips, and it sends a shiver through you, makes you squirm beneath him as he uses his knee to part your thighs and slip between them. Dipping forward, he brushes his mouth against your chest, kissing over the swell of your breast before trailing lower, down your sternum, over your stomach, his fingers finding the waistband of your pants and easing them down off you, as his mouth never leaves your skin. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, soft sounds spilling from your lips.
From between your thighs, he looks up at you—like he’s marvelling at you, before making his way back up, meeting your mouth in another slow, sensual kiss. It makes you crave more of him, the dance of his tongue igniting something hot and needy deep inside you.
“I want you to ride me tonight,” he whispers into the kiss, making you moan in response, your body arching. Your hands finally move, gripping at him—fingers grazing along his shoulders, slipping into his hair.
“I want to see every inch of you. Please. I want to touch you…” His hands follow his words, roaming across your body.
“To kiss you…” His mouth follows the same path, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and dragging back along your neck.
“I want all of you.”
Before you can respond, his hands slip beneath you and roll you both over. He guides you into place, straddling him, his mouth level with your chest, leaving kisses wherever he can reach as he shimmies out of his clothing and helps you out of your panties.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mumbles against your breast, teasing your nipple with his mouth. His hands glide over your hips, squeeze, then slip around your back to pull you closer.
“Every inch.”
You can feel how hard he is beneath you, your hips rocking as you slowly glide your slick folds along his shaft. A hand slips down between you, gripping him and guiding him to you.
“Fuck,” he gasps, head falling back against the pillow, pleasure washing over his face as he watches you from beneath heavy lids, slowly sinking down onto him.
“That’s it… slow… every inch now…” he murmurs, guiding you with hands at your sides. Your head tilts back, a low moan escaping as he fills you to the hilt, your hips beginning to grind slowly, holding him snug and deep inside.
Your walls tighten around him, trembling from the sensation.
“So pretty. So beautiful…” he whispers, kissing at your chest and neck again, his hands slipping up to cup your breasts with a soft squeeze. “It’s like you were perfectly made for me.”
And you believe it—in the way he feels inside you, the way his hands burn against your skin, how a simple touch from him can make your whole body tremble. He makes you weak in the best way.
You begin to move, slow rolls of your hips as he caresses your breasts, whispering praise and gentle instruction against your skin. He guides you, helping you find your rhythm.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him close as he worships every inch of you while you ride him.
It’s a slow build, something gradual and intoxicating until you find the pace that makes your body sing. Then you start to bounce slightly with more confidence, his hands never stopping—gliding over your thighs, hips, ass, your curves, savouring every inch of you.
One hand rises to your throat, fingers wrapping gently around it, waiting until your eyes meet his. When you nod, he applies just the slightest pressure.
It’s dizzying—the rush of it, the heat that floods your body when he lets go. You moan, loud and wanton, and he takes your hand, kisses your palm, your fingers, then guides it to his own throat.
“Oh, you want me to do it to you?” you tease, playful.
He just breathes out a soft “please,” his eyes pleading.
You mirror his move, fingers finding the spot, applying just enough pressure as you ride him harder, watching the way his eyes roll back, listening to his ragged gasps. When you release, you see how close he is—right on the edge.
“Again…” he pleads, and you obey, applying the pressure once more. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements faster, his own hips bucking to meet you, fucking up into you as his climax builds.
Then, quickly, he rolls you both over, slips free just in time to press his cock to your stomach, spilling hot and thick across your skin as he trembles through his release. You wrap your arms around him, pressing kisses to his jaw, guiding him through it with soft touches, fingers in his hair, grounding him as he comes down from the high.
sooo the dacryphilia thing you just wrote with the omens boys has me thinking abt the same thing with the sleep token boys 👀
don’t mind me giggling, this was so much fun to think about 🤭
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. orgasm denial, thigh slapping, oral, use of a toy on reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, pain kink, begging, unprotected sex, taunting, dom/sub dynamics, gagging, biting, cockworship, reader referred to as ‘bunny’ and ‘cock slut’.
VESSEL
The tears in your eyes are his favourite, his cock twitches as he watches the way you writhe in pleasure, coming undone again and again from him, from what he’s doing to you. His mouth trails back to your thigh, teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh before he bites down, harsh, and groans at the way you jolt beneath him.
The pain bleeds into pleasure, and a moan slips from your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging desperately, craving more—craving him to stop teasing, to stop denying you the release he knows you’re clinging to. Every brush of his mouth feels deliberate, taunting, a reminder that he’s in complete control.
You can feel the sting from his teeth marks, aware of how they’re scattered across your skin, each one a signature, a claim. You’ll look almost artistic beneath him, painted in bruises and bites.
“Ves… please…” you breathe, voice trembling, and then his hand comes down hard against your thigh. The sound cracks through the air, your legs trembling from the sting, the heat in your belly growing as the throbbing between your thighs turns near unbearable.
Another slap follows, this one so close you swear just a few inches more and he’d strike exactly where you need him most. You’re convinced that even the faintest touch there would send you tumbling over the edge into your teetering climax, but no such mercy comes.
Instead, you feel the tears spill down your cheeks, soft, pleading sounds escaping as you fall deeper into desperation, aching for relief he refuses to give.
II
He always knows how to teeter between being the hard dom you crave and the softer one you need, like now.
You try to push yourself, grinding down against his lap as you ride him, chasing that high, pushing yourself further into complete euphoria, wanting nothing more than to come apart around him again and again, but as the tears start to roll down your cheeks, his hands come up to cradle you, his voice softening.
“Look at me, bunny.”
When you lift your head and blink through the tears, you choke on your words.
“I’m okay… just—so good…” you moan, rocking your hips as he bucks up beneath you. The sudden jolt makes your head fall back, your body trembling as he hits every right spot.
“No, slower…” he murmurs, trying to guide you, but you shake your head.
“Don’t wanna…” you breathe, defiant, grinding down harder until you find your rhythm again, bouncing in uneven, desperate movements.
Then his hands tighten around your hips, pinning you down. His fingers dig into your flesh in a way you know will leave marks—not out of possession, but concern.
“I said, slower.” His voice is still commanding, but laced with that familiar tenderness. His hands slide up to cradle your face as he leans in, kissing your cheeks and the tears away. He gives you a moment to breathe, to settle, while you rock gently against him, whimpering with each slow thrust, his cock pressing deep inside you, grounding you in every sense of the word.
III
Truthfully, you try to hold yourself back when you can feel yourself slipping further into subspace with him, completely overwhelmed by your own pleasure, desperately clinging to him, because the moment he sees the tears in your eyes, he takes it as a challenge—one that he’s already won.
There’s no tenderness in his tone, only mockery, as he watches the way your face scrunches up, how you fight the inevitable, gasping as you try to swallow down the sobs threatening to spill free, but your body betrays you, trembling beneath him as he rolls his hips, pounding his cock deep inside you, striking that sweet spot that sends you spiraling into full overstimulation, your body twitching from even the slightest touch.
“Oh, is someone finding it a bit too much? Maybe I should stop.”
“No! No!” you gasp, grasping at him, trying to keep him pressed down against you, needing his full weight as he starts to tease, dragging his cock from deep inside you, pulling out inch by inch.
“Look at you,” he taunts, voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re a mess. I don’t think you can handle any more.”
“No, please,” you practically sob, pleading as you look up at him through glassy, tear filled eyes. “I can handle it—please, please, I can.”
Your voice cracks, and that’s what does it, a smirk spreading across his face, pride and cruelty mingling in his expression. This is what he wants, to watch you beg and writhe beneath him, undone and desperate, and even then, he refuses to give in, refusing to give you what you want—at least, not yet.
IV
“Look up at me, pretty,” Ivy purrs, fingers combing back through your hair to guide you while he focuses his phone on you. “That’s it… take it all,” he croons from behind the screen, watching as you sink every inch of his cock into your mouth until you’re gagging on him.
You’re on your knees on the floor in front of him, thighs spread and trembling, squeezing around a toy buried deep inside you, the vibrations set to their highest level. Quivers ripple through your body with every aftershock of your last orgasm, you don’t think you have anything left to give, but he refuses to believe it.
He watches, admiring the way you whine around his cock, trying to keep going despite how utterly brainless the overstimulation has made you. Your face is flushed, eyes glassy and wet. Each time you gag, taking him deeper, more tears fill your eyes—from the pleasure, the desperation, and the need to please him.
“Such a messy little cockslut,” he smirks, and you moan, a pulse of heat flickering between your thighs at the name.
When he finally slips his cock from your mouth, you gasp, dragging in air, only for him to grip it at the base and press the slick head to your cheek, rubbing it over the path of your tears.
“Don’t want to waste such pretty tears, do we?” he murmurs, voice low and amused. “Should have you cry all over my cock so I can fuck you with them.”
You feel the mix of your saliva and his precum spread over your skin as he drags his cock across your face, over both cheeks, wiping your tears away with each slow, deliberate stroke, a wicked grin curling across his lips as he watches you tremble.
(i sent u an ask like this a few weeks ago but i think it got lost, feel free to discard if it didnt) i think iv is the KING of aftercare. you want a snack or a drink after? its already on the bedside table. you want a different snack? he’s nearly stumbling over himself to get to the kitchen to grab it. he’s bundling you up in soft blankets. you’re getting lots of forehead kisses, and he’s running a bath and washing ur hair for you. softest sweetest dom around imo
I do apologise, bb!! 💕 this is giving me the fluffiest thoughts because you’re absolutely right, so please, have iv being an aftercare king 🤲
You should be used to it by now, the care and consideration iv gives after any type of hot and heavy session together. It doesn’t matter the sex, he always comes straight after, with drinks and a snack, much like now, pushing a bottle of water into your hand with a simple command.
“Drink up.”
“Ivy.” You whine, letting out a breathless laugh as you slap his chest. He just grins down at you, his mask from your playtime now discarded and set on the nightstand beside the bed, as he tucks you closer to him, raising a free hand to brush the hair sticking to your forehead back and out of the way.
“You need to hydrate.” He says it so matter o factly. It’s funny to imagine he goes from a complete heathen to soft and commanding in the caretaker role.
“I am, see?” You hold up the bottle and take a long swig, as though to prove a point. The corner of his mouth twitches, clearly amused by your efforts.
“Once you have feeling back in your legs, we’ll take you for a bath and some snacks.”
“Well, then we might be waiting a while.” You tease, a grin like a Cheshire Cat as he urges you to drink more, shaking his head and chuckling.
You can’t resist stroking his ego, not after the way he has the ability to make you fold so quickly and cum harder than you’ve ever experienced. He knows his way around your body, treats you like an instrument he’s learned every inch of, and knows just how to make you produce the most beautiful sounds while experiencing complete, euphoric pleasure.
Setting the bottle aside, you roll over, throwing a leg over him as you lean up and kiss his chin, moving along his jaw until you meet his lips. iv kisses you first, his arm tightening to press you against him. It still makes your stomach flutter—the way he kisses you, slow and drawn out, as if he wants to linger in this moment, to taste you on his lips, and keep you there.
“Will you carry me?” you whisper against his lips when you finally break apart.
“For a bath?” He asks, fingers stroking down your spine, and you nod.
He never needs asking twice. He’s already scooping you up into his lap, shuffling to the end of the bed before climbing off and carrying you to the bathroom, not allowing your feet to touch the floor even once. He settles you on the edge of the tub, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he leans over to turn on the water, finding the perfect temperature before you sink into it. Your hands clutch him, tugging for him to join.
It’s another thing you don’t have to ask for. Even when you’re both squeezing into a one person tub, he happily follows, tucking behind you and helping you wash off and relax. He takes his time washing your hair, fingers pressing into your scalp in a slow massage while you both quietly debrief, running over your favourite moments. Somehow, it’s easier like this—when you’re not looking at him but can feel him touching you, no judgments given, even as you quietly confess to enjoying when he’s rougher or teasing—the new things you’re slowly introduce into your relationship.
Idk if your taking prompts or if you want to write this but i have a very naughty prompt is with iv taking a video when reader is giving him head 🙈 (obviously she's on her knees with lots of praise and soft kisses and doe eyes before she takes him)
iv being a little dark horse with pre show antics backstage maybe? 🤭 ofc still a sweetheart, here you are bb 💕
CW: recording a sex tape, semi-public, oral (m receiving), slight praise, men whimpering and begging.
NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
“What are you doing?”
Your question is valid, prompted by him unexpectedly pulling out and raising his phone.
“Nothing.”
Though the twitch of his lips and the coy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth tell you otherwise. He’s up to something—his mask perched atop his head, ready to be pulled down into place.
“Are you recording me?!” a faint gasp of realization slips through your lips.
You go to move, but his free hand is already stretched out, preventing you from straying too far from your place on your knees between his thighs.
“I’m not filming you.”
Another glint of that same mischievous smirk, because it’s true. He’s not recording you, but rather himself.
“That’s a shame, because if you were…” you tilt your head, fingers tracing over the bulge in his pants, running along the seam of his zipper. He twitches beneath your touch, and you spot the familiar gleam of excitement in his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, teeth pressed to your bottom lip, hiding your own coy smile.
In his hand, he flips the phone’s camera to the back one—your face filling the screen, but as he stretches out his arm, angling to catch a wider shot, he leans forward, fingers slipping beneath your chin to tilt your head back, meeting your lips with the slow ghost of a kiss. It’s barely there, enough to draw out the faintest sound from you, something soft and taunting, before his mouth lands on yours with something deeper, more passionate.
Heat ignites in your belly as your fingers wrap around the zipper, slowly tugging it down. His hips lift in sync as you pull down his pants and boxers, feeling him spring free.
“You’re always so divine like this—down on your knees,” he purrs, and your fingers wrap around the thick of him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Your thumb circles over the head, smearing his precum. It draws a moan from him, soft and pretty, his lashes fluttering as pleasure etches across his face.
“What else?” you coax, your hand still moving, eyes fixed on his expression as he shifts his grip on the phone to better capture the view of you.
“I love it when you’re looking up at me like that.”
“Like what? Like this?”
You bat your lashes—soft, innocent—before leaning in to roll your tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch at the touch. The bitter taste of him spreads across your tongue as you flatten it to drag a long, slow lick along the underside of his shaft. His head falls back with another moan.
You’d have him make a symphony of sounds for you, if you could
From beneath his lashes, his eyes can’t bear to look away from the sight before him. You’ve done this several times already, and your mouth still feels just as incredible—if not better—than it did the first time. He’s weak in the knees from your attentiveness and hunger, and if he weren’t already sitting, he would’ve easily succumbed with the building ecstasy turning his knees weak.
“You're gonna ruin me.”
He murmurs and inhales deeply, though his breath is unsteady.
“Please.”
You’re reducing him to begging, and his voice is shaky at best. His hand pushes back, brushing through your hair, fingers tugging, as he pulls you closer, the way you take him into your mouth so easily making him unravel further.
His mouth opens again, another barely audible plea slipping free. “Please, baby.”
There are times he swears you know his body better than he does. You know just how to put him entirely at your mercy—on the verge and ready to give you everything, just as he is now.
Ohh goshhh i need more naughty ivy! him all worked up watching his spicy videos with reader one night while he's on tour 👉👈
That boy is filthy 🔥
Ivy, Ivy, Ivy… what a naughty boy he is 😏
NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
He’s definitely not low on content to choose from, with you at the centre of it all. Some nights, when the loneliness creeps in and he’s missing you more than he can bear, he thumbs his way through the folder labeled just for the two of you. Videos you’ve made together, others you’ve sent while he’s away on tour. Every clip is a memory, and a temptation.
A hand sinks past his boxers, slow and deliberate. He’s always teasing himself, always edging. His grip tightens around his cock, dragging his hand in one long stroke before squeezing the tip, drawing out a trickle of precum.
His favourite part when it comes to watching are the sounds. The way neither of you is ever quiet—moans, filthy words, breathless begging for him to fuck you harder, deeper, it all echoes in his ears, syncing with the twitch of his cock in his palm. His eyes, even half-lidded and lazy with lust, never leave the screen, never leave you.
Your moans fill his ears, blending with his own, and just the sight of that one shot, where you’re joined together, is enough to undo him. He imagines the way you feel wrapped around him, and it makes him grip himself tighter, stroking faster now, his hips lifting to meet the motion.
Even now, he can’t stay quiet. Soft, desperate moans escape him, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer, like you’re right there with him. He rides the wave of his climax, calling out to you as he watches you fall apart on screen, your body shaking, your cries raw and real.
Even in the slow comedown, he keeps watching, still milking himself, dragging every last drop of cum from his cock as he watches it spill from you, wishing, aching, that it was you on top of him right now. That he was spilling into you, not just his hand.
I can't stop thinking about naughty ivy...it's all your fault...THANK U and please bless us with another one (wet dream maybe 🙊) i'm begging you.
Ivy whoreshiper anon.
IVY WHORESHIP ANON I’M SMOOCHING YOU and I need to share the thot this gave me right now because we know how naughty our Ivy is. He already has multiple videos of you on his phone, but what about the ones he makes for you in return?
He knows how much you love hearing him moan, how filthy he can get, how you want the sound up high and the cum shot front and center 😏
So what about when he wakes up from a wet dream about you, rock hard and aching, with nothing he can do while away on tour. Just his hand, your videos, and maybe a pair of panties you so kindly gave him or, more likely, he stole.
“Fuck, I just woke up from the hottest dream about you.”
He’s not shy with his sounds, his groans loud enough for you to hear, for you to catch the way his breath stutters as his hand strokes up his cock, squeezing and flaunting the flushed, dripping tip. His hips rock upward, cock gliding through his grip, pulling another broken sound from him.
“You were being so good for me… on your knees, letting me fuck your pretty little mouth.”
A grunt slips out as his fingers tighten, the coil in his stomach growing taut, but he wants to drag it out, wants to make a show of it for you. He teeters on the brink, ready to give you the biggest load, one that’ll splatter over his stomach and chest.
He angles the camera just right to capture it all, his hand quickening, his sounds turning rougher. Grunts spill between moans until your name is falling from his lips, practically begging.
“You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck. Fuuuck—I’m cumming for you, all for you, baby.”
And he does. Ropes of thick white paint his stomach, his hand, even reach his chest. His whines grow desperate as he keeps pumping himself through it, squeezing out every last drop, just for you.
we’re always in here giving you our thots, but what’s ur current favorite thot? 😇
BB!!!! 💕 I have been having numerous thots lately, about both Bad Omens and the Sleep Token boys. I don’t know what’s in the air, or how I’m to choose, so let’s start with:
Thinking of himbo!noah in general. Thinking of being put into a thigh lock by him and how easy it would be for him to just grind and rub his bulge against your face if he really wanted 🫠 also thinking about him in any and all threesome scenarios, where he’s just so gentle, guiding, and a generous lover overall. The addition of someone else only means you get extra attention in every possible way. Another is food play with him, think videos of the partner being blindfolded and offered food in various ways, having to guess what’s being put into their mouth… 😏
Speaking of himbo, in himbo world (Magic Mike au) there’s himbo!vessel, who works for Arcadia with the other Sleep Token members. Fellow stripper and rival to the Magic Mike guys 🤭 he also does not own a shirt, even outside of work. You’re likely to see him while out food shopping, tits out, barely concealed in those loose pants as he walks the aisles. Whenever he and Noah cross paths it’s like that Zoolander moment where they give each other the stare down
Then there’s that new picture of Folio and Ruffilo from the other day, which inspired a whole plethora of primal play thots and wanting them to chase you around the venues again as a cute little thing you do while on tour 🤭
Which leads me to iii and iv and primal play with them 🫣 one of them taunting you on the phone while the other is hunting you. Both teaming up to chase you 🤭 going back to your woods idea from before, iv is absolutely sending iii off to track you through the trees. iii is the guard dog here, the one hunting you down, while iv comes in to claim the prize they can both share. Sometimes you like to make it harder for them, sprinkling in rules for how long they need to keep you pinned before they ‘win’, and you always manage to squirm away just long enough to keep the thrill of the chase alive
Then, there’s corrupted priest!noah fucking you with via a fleshlight in your pussy, and when he cums inside the fleshlight, he slips it out and tells you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Then he feeds the cum onto your tongue and murmurs, “In the name of the Father…” he pauses, moves the fleshlight down between your thighs, and tips the rest onto your pussy: “the Son…” and just before he finishes, he spreads his cum along your slit before pushing it inside and slipping his fingers into you, curling them to find that spot, making you cum around them just as he says, “…and the Holy Spirit.”
Recently had an ask mentioning being on tour with the guys and being free use and 😵💫🫠 I cannot stop thinking about that. The whole life of free use!reader, really 🤭
Pornstar!folio!!!! (ty to the anon for that one 🙏💕) he’s been filling my head a lot lately with that stache and just how hot he is to watch drum live 🫠 also purge!folio 👀 I guess walking through pitch black back alleys/roads will do that to you, right @sable-fable? 🤭
Noah in that new Dethrone combo; tight t-shirt, black pants, wet hair, the belt too 😮💨 thinking about how he starts reaching for it when he’s telling you to behave and you don’t. Thinking about him coming offstage just to fuck you after that Dethrone performance because he made that promisethreat earlier when you were being a brat
I’m thinking a lot about book boyfriend Jesse 🫠 just reading smut with him, him playing with you while you read it, or reenacting scenes. It’s soft and wholesome, with just enough filth 🥺
There’s so many thots it’s like being on a carousel and not knowing which horse you want to sit on, in this case which dick 🤭 all of them
First, you're a gift to this fandom never think otherwise. the offering is well received😍
I've been thinking about bf ivy! Will he be clingy or possesive, maybe both? I think he LOVES patting her ass playfully and kissing her forehead in the aftermath...he's the big spoon.Would u blessing us with some hc?
Have an awesome day, beautiful!
hi bb 🥹💕 YOU ARE A GIFT TOO !!! I hope you had a wonderful day 🫶
bf!ivy who’s an absolute sweetheart 🥰 but would definitely be a mix of both clingy and possessive—he just can’t help himself when it comes to you.
He always insists on being the big spoon. Even if you roll away in your sleep, he somehow slithers right back over, wrapping himself around you like a snake and keeping you snug in his grip, usually nuzzling against the back of your neck and leaving soft kisses there.
That clinginess bleeds into everything. He’s always touching you—holding you close, pressing kisses to your lips, your cheek, your shoulder, your hand. Constant little gestures, all of them done just to satisfy that quiet, ever present need to feel you near.
He might try to deny it, play it cool, but the look he gives when you get out of bed says everything. He hates when you leave, especially in the morning. He’ll mumble out a sleepy “five more minutes” as he tightens his hold on you, trying to delay the inevitable.
His possessiveness, on the other hand, comes out in quieter ways. His jealousy rarely ever explodes—it simmers. He’ll pull you in a little closer if someone’s giving you too much attention, usually dropping subtle reminders like calling you his girl or casually wrapping an arm around you. If someone’s flirting or making you laugh just a little too much, his grip might tighten—nothing overt, just a small, silent reminder that you’re his, but he’s easily soothed. A kiss to his cheek, your hand on his, or simply nuzzling into his side is all it takes to settle that instinct inside him.
And after it all, after he’s been a little worked up over someone’s (probably innocent) behavior, he becomes the softest. Forehead kisses, ass pats, playful little grabs, just more teasing reminders of what’s his. He plays innocent—jealous? possessive? him? never, but don’t expect him to let you walk away without a few fresh marks on your skin. He loves nothing more than seeing you flushed and claimed, proof of how deeply he adores you.
