#sevier thots

[jynzandtonic]

No one really talks about Paul, but I personally believe he's a secret super freak. I could see him being almost a little clinical? But excited by kinky shit. Can we see Paul with a somnophilia kink he's testing out and realizes he likes kind of a lot?

YO HELLO I AM HERE TO TALK ABOUT PAUL!!!! I love your hcs. Hot as FFFUCK. Please... please accept these somnophilia thots.

(cw: somnophilia)

He has time to examine, to observe. To slowly swipe his fingers through the silky folds of your pussy, to spread your lips wide for a good look.

He watches the way your clit stiffens and swells as he pets it with the pad of his finger, savoring the way your entrance grows shinier with fresh slick.

It’s gorgeous, the way your body responds to him even when you’re unconscious.

He listens to the juicy slurp of your arousal against your delicate skin as he spreads your wetness—eyes glued to the way your inner labia shift and flip as he slides two fingers up and down, up and down.

He’ll fuck you like this, slow and deep, watching the thick pillar of his cock disappear into your tight little hole.

The memory of your whispered words send chills down his spine as he replaces the soft stroke of his fingers with his fleshy tip, coating himself in you.

“I’m yours, love,” you’d mumbled drowsily, kissing just below his ear. “I’m yours, asleep or awake... ”

He shudders as he presses his cockhead inside of you, the heat of your cunt scalding him. You don’t stir.

Your body belongs to him—to use as he sees fit.

You don’t know it, but tonight, you’ll keep his cum safe and warm.

[jynzandtonic]

Hi Z! Could you spare a thirsty hoe some thots on Sugar Daddy!Sevier ?

Hello, sweet Steph! I hope you’re hanging in there! I’m thinking about ya xoxoxo! Please accept these Sevier thots.

He pats on his lap when you walk in the door. You smile big and bright.

God, you’re like a ray of fucking sunshine—just the sight of you makes his whole week melt away. No more stress, no more stacks of high-clearance files—just you and the warmth you bring.

You pad over and sit down next to him, draping your legs over his and cuddling in close. 

“How are you?” you ask him, planting a lingering kiss on his cheek. You feel it lift up under your lips—his smile pressing back into you.

“Better now that you’re here, sweetheart.”

“I missed you this week,” you say, pressing more kisses to the side of his face—his jawline, his forehead, the tip of his nose. 

“Did you?” he asks, heart fluttering. 

This arrangement is so new; he doesn’t want to overstep his bounds or develop unrealistic… expectations. The pleasure of your company is reasonable, but the feelings he’s started to harbor for you… well, you reciprocating them was never part of the deal.

But you meant what you said.

You did miss him. You missed the twitch of his lips when he tries not to smile. You missed his glasses and his beauty marks and the smell of his sheets. You missed the feeling of his lips on your skin, the feeling of his tongue on your clit, the taste of his cum in your throat. You missed the conversations you have when you’re love-spent, laid out together in his king-size bed.

“I did.” 

You cup his cheek in your hand, gently pulling his mouth to yours, hoping he can understand everything you’re trying to say through your kiss.

You’re not supposed to catch feelings in this sort of arrangement… but you are. It might be entirely too late.

“So..” he says, running his hand down your side then pulling out his phone. “First—what do you want for dinner?”

“Thai,” you smile.

He loves that you can make these little decisions, that you make every day like a little celebration. He shoots off a message to his driver to arrange the order.

“And second, what do you need this week?”  

“Oh, um…” you stall, still a little bashful about this whole part.

He tilts your face up to his, his thumb on your chin.

“You promised you’d tell me what you needed.”

“Well, um—” you feel your cheeks heat, “—I do have a student loan payment due soon.”

He smiles, thrilled to be able to make your life easier in some little way.

In just a few taps, the funds are transferred. Your phone buzzes with the alert, and you look at the screen.

“Paul, this is ten times what I need,” you say, alarmed.

“I don’t want you to worry about it for a couple of months. Plus, you should treat yourself to a massage.”

“It’s still too much.”

“It’s not,” he maintains, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Well how about you give me a massage instead,” you suggest.

The corner of his mouth quirks up.

“I’m not taking any of the money back… but a massage could be arranged.”

[jynzandtonic]

hey there z! for tonic tuesday could I poss request sweet baby sevier (or maybe dan, it's up to you) getting overstimulated?

I have been SIMPING for Sevier recently and I LOVE THIS. Just... thinking of how many times in a row you can make him cum? AAAAAH. Anyway, please accept these thots.

He trembles, cock half-hard in your mouth, hands twisted in the sheets.

You’ve swallowed him down twice already—every creamy drop of him—but you’re not finished yet.

You hollow your cheeks gently, rolling his head against your tongue. Your nails scratch against his stomach, the sensation forcing him to buck his hips deeper into you. He whimpers, every nerve in his body alight.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed tight.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, you drag your lips off his cock, looking up at him with liquid eyes.

“You’re doing so well,” you coo, voice dripping with adoration. “Just one more for me.”

[jynzandtonic]

Hiii! So um, this is a weird time to ask but, my dad passed this week so could I get something comforting a fluffy? Maybe Sugar Daddy Paul Sevier but he’s just being supportive and comforting?👉👈

Duchess, my heart breaks for you. There is genuinely nothing that can describe the hurt of losing a parent, nor is there anything I can say that can truly convey the depth of empathy I have for you.

I see you, and I am thinking of you in every moment. Be tender with yourself. Your community is with you.

All my love. Truly.

He tucks you into the nook underneath his arm, that special place that only you can fill.

He’d take it all from you if he could. Hold it, carry it, feel it. All of it. For you.

Soft hands caress the side of your face—the back of his fingers featherlight and warm down your cheek, tracing your collarbone, sweeping over your shoulder.

He’d do anything, spend anything. He wouldn’t blink.

He’d order in from any restaurant in town. Any restaurant out of town. New York, LA, Chigago. Call the pilot, ready the jet. Fly you away. Anywhere you want to go, near or far. Buy a theater just to watch your favorite films on the silver screen.

Anything you wanted.

He’d slip his fingers between your silky folds, roll your clit between his fingers, make you cum and cum and cum till you could finally fall asleep. He’d sit you in his lap, sit you on his cock, fill you up from the inside while he holds you on the outside, pressing soft kisses along your spine.

He cups your cheeks in his hands, deep brown eyes pouring love into yours.

“What do you need, little love?”