#dan thots

[jynzandtonic]

hiya z! could you possibly share your thots on dan jones (danny boy, if you will) getting all touchy feely with the reader in public because they're wearing an outfit that really gets him going, to the point that the reader has to take him to a toilet cubicle and fuck the living daylights out of him before he implodes

DANNY BOY I LOVE IT, I LOVE THIS WHOLE THING. Please accept these Dan thots.

(cw: semi-public sex)

He’s normally so well-behaved, especially at events.

It makes you smile a little, the way he can’t keep his hands off you—fingertips skimming your lower back inconspicuously, drifting down to your ass when he can afford it. His gaze is dark and lust-filled—that needy look he gets when you let him watch you touch yourself.

“You look absolutely delicious tonight, little dove,” he whispers in your ear, careful not to let any of the other attendees overhear.

“Do I, now?” you rasp, quirking a brow. “And what would you like to do about that?”

His eyes widen slightly—a silent question, asking your permission to speak freely.

You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles softly, letting your tongue flit out to graze his skin.

“Go on, sweetheart,” you encourage.

His hot breath fans over your neck as he speaks softly. “I’d take you to the bathroom, make you cum with my mouth, fill you up with my cock.”

His lips part when you lead him away from the party, praying his thickening cock isn’t noticeable in his suit pants.

When the lock clicks behind you, you spin around, arching your back to rub your ass against his rigid length. 

“Fuck me like you mean it, Daniel.”

[jynzandtonic]

HAPPY TUESDAY!!! I’m in such a danny mood could we get a bit of Dan as a treat? Maybe some lovin on him after work... BAHAHA that poor boy deserves the world he works so hard :,(

He DOES work so hard, nonny. You know what I think he deserves? 

Please accept these thots.

His briefcase falls to the floor with a thud, swaths of goosebumps fluttering across his skin. 

You lick your lips below him, looking up with hooded eyes as you slide your tongue from the base of his cock to the plump, flushed tip.

“Dove,” he breathes, hands coming to your cheeks, your hair.

You quiet him with a long “Shhhhhh,” your soft pout resting against his slit. “Relax, sweetheart,” you purr.

The way the straps of your black lingerie cling to your frame makes him lightheaded; he leans against the door he just closed softly behind him. 

It’s like a fever-dream, the way you take him in your mouth—forming a tight seal to suck and slurp, swirling around the veins on his shaft. It’s so wet, so tight, so delicious as you drag your lips up and down his length.

You pull off his cock with a lecherous pop, every fiber of his being wrapped around your little finger, and you whisper three words he thinks could make him cum right then and there.

“Welcome home, Daniel.”

[jynzandtonic]

For Tonic Tuesday, uh, I might have been inspired by one of Dan’s answers over the weekend, so thots on Dan begging you to swallow his cum? 💜

Hello, darling! I, uh, felt inspired by this too. Please accept these Dan thots.

(cw: cum-eating)

“Please,” he breathes, one hand soft on the side of your face and the other twisted in the sheets.

He can feel the bulge of his cock through your cheek as you suck him softly, plush lips wrapped tight around his shaft. He looks down at you like you’re moonlight, like you’re salvation, like you’re the only person in the world. 

He’s had such a hard week—so many late nights at the office, so many days with little in his belly but coffee, so many files stacked high on his desk. And he’s been so good tonight—your darling boy, your Daniel.

You swirl your tongue around his head, pulling your lips up to the tip only to drop them to the base of his cock. Bobbing gently, you press him against your soft palate, drinking in his velvety exhales.

He deserves to be spoiled tonight.

You take your time dragging your mouth off his cock, take your time feathering soft kisses along the length of him. His eyes flutter as you wrap your fist tight around his shaft, stroking slowly.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you purr. “Tell me what you want.”

He’s desperate for you, needy. His skin feels too hot, his head too light.

“Please, little dove, I want you to taste me,” he gasps. “I want you to swallow me. Please.”

A rich moan tears from his chest as you lock eyes with him and nod your head.

You’re quick to work, sucking and slurping in tandem with your fist, twisting your tongue round and round his girth. He shakes under your ministrations, his whole body quivering as his core pulls tight.

“My love, my love, my love,” he pants, unable to resist gripping your hair tightly as you devour him.

It’s too much for him to take. Too wet, too hot, too tight. His cock pulses heavily on your tongue, and your free hand comes to knead his balls as they pull up tight.

You hum as he spills himself into you—rope after rope of creamy cum filling your mouth. You’re patient, supping every drop of him, savoring every twitch of his cock. Pulling off him slowly, you find his gaze again—glassy, dazed, intoxicated. You part your lips, showing him the pool of white on your tongue before swallowing.

His lips tremble.

“So sweet,” you rasp. “Just like you.”

[jynzandtonic]

Z, my husband has actually been away working That Football Day prep for the past two weeks while I have been alooooooone at home 😭 He will be on the field during the game so you can look for him instead of paying attention to the game if you are watching (even though you have no idea what he looks like 😂).

So I’m gonna make a little request for my substitute husband, Dan Jones...thots on making Dan come in his pants when he’s super worked up?

Whaaaaaaat! That’s wild! My eyes will be peeled hehe! 💕 Please accept these Dan thots, my sweet darling.

He tried so hard to hold back, to be good for you—but the way you writhed and moaned in the video you sent him, the way you stuffed your glossy cunt fill of your fingers with the black lace of your bodysuit tucked to the side? He broke down. He stole away to the drab gray bathroom stall near his office and palmed his stiff cock through his slacks, listening to your soft moans through the tinny speakers of his phone.

He’s always honest, Dan. He tells you right when he gets home.

So he’s surprised when you straddle his lap, rolling your hips in sweet strokes against his clothed length, coaxing him hard again.

You could cum like this, rocking your swollen clit over the thick swell of him, but you’re in no rush.

You bend down to whisper in his ear and his hands find your waist greedily, working you faster and faster. He’ll take this punishment happily.

“If you wanted to cum in your pants, sweetheart,” you breathe, “you should’ve let me help you.”

[jynzandtonic]

Would you do some snaccs about what you and the boys would have little arguments over??? I’ve been feeling very domestic and angsty

Hi, anon! I think it’s safe to say we’ve all been feeling a little domestic and angsty recently -- you’re not alone xo! If I write angsty tings, it tends to be in longer form, but here are a few lil’ thots for you: Clyde Logan

“No. I won’t stand for it, darlin’. I won’t,” Clyde grumbles. You pull away from him with a chuckle, knowing you’ve already stayed ten minutes too long. He huffs out a dramatic sigh and paws at you as you crawl out of bed. “D’you have to get up so early?”

Officer Ronnie Peterson

The warm jet of water patters against the crown of your head as you rinse out the lather of your shampoo, enjoying the familiar smell as the suds slip down the drain. Reaching to squeeze some conditioner into your palm, you find the bottle… empty. “RONNIE, GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!” you screech. In the kitchen, one very frightened Officer Peterson looks up from his bowl of Froot Loops, wide-eyed. His hair has been looking extremely shiny recently, considering he’s been using a tangerine-sized glob of your expensive conditioner every morning.

Charlie Barber

A loud ‘OW, FUCK!’ echoes in the hallway, and you and Henry stifle giggles. Charlie emerges red-faced, holding a tiny yellow rectangle. “Sorry, honey. Honeys. Don’t repeat that,” he starts, waving his hands back and forth. “But you two need to pick up the Legos after you’re done playing with them. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to step on these things?!” You look at Henry and roll your eyes. 

Dan Jones

You rub your eyes, hours in front of the blue glow of your computer screen having taken its toll on you. Dan comes up behind you to press a kiss to your neck, kneading the tense muscles in your shoulders in a way that makes you groan with relief. “You work too hard, dove,” he admonishes sweetly. “You deserve a vacation.” Spinning in your chair, you point a finger at him accusingly and cock your head to one side. He smiles, raising his hands in surrender. “And now is when I stop talking about things I have no right to. Cup of tea?”

Flip Zimmerman

“I thought we agreed on buying two new records this week, hm?” Flip remarks. You lean up to catch his mouth in a soft, slow kiss—savoring the plushness of his lips as you slide two more vinyls into the stack he’s holding. When you pull away, running your now-empty hands up his flannel-clad arms, he looks down at the additions with feigned surprise. “How on earth did these get here, sunshine?” he asks with a wink, turning on his heel to walk toward the register. “The department’s gonna have to open a full-scale investigation.”