Having a 'Thing' with Coworker!Daniel Blake | SFW & NSFW
| SFW
if you look up "simp" in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of Daniel Blake's face
no, but seriously. after the two of you meet?
game over
no more drunken hookups during a night out, no more trying (failing) to flirt with the cute barista before work
he probably deleted Hinge off his phone within seconds of learning your name
man knew what he wanted. and one thing about Daniel? he's determined
after you start working for Fisk's team, Daniel is up your ass 24/7—professionally, of course
goes out of his way to touch you. nothing inappropriate—just sweet, lowkey touches
a hand on the small of your back as he slips past you in the office, or playfully bumping his arm into yours during a meeting, catching your attention after someone says something that definitely wasn't supposed to be funny, but totally is
he also flirts like his life depends on it
crooked grins, teasing nicknames, the occasional wink (that never turns out as sexy as he hopes)
but nine times out of ten? his flirting ends with him tripping over his own feet, knocking over a vase, spilling coffee all over his shirt, or something equally as embarrassing
you might think he's doing it to make you laugh
but nope
he's actually just a major klutz who's nowhere near as confident as he pretends to be
luckily for him, you happen to think it's adorable that he's perpetually doomed
his love language is acts of service
anything you don't want to do? he's got it covered
the two of you will be doing something simple, like eating lunch, when he casually drops:
"Oh, I filed your reports, by the way." "What? I hadn't even finished them—and they weren't due for another week!" "Well, sure. But filing's like, super annoying, and I know you hate it. So."
definitely shrugs like it's no big deal
but it's very much a Big Deal
because while he might try to hide it, Daniel definitely craves your praise like a sweet little puppy
and while you've gotten used to how touchy he is, you never really return it
not because you don't want to, but because your job at the mayor's office is your first real job, and you don't want to risk looking unprofessional around Fisk or the rest of the team.
but one morning, the elevator gets stuck on your way up to Fisk's office
it's just you and daniel, locked in a big steel box for who-knows-how-long
Daniel handles it pretty well
he's cool, calm, collected...
for approximately five seconds
then he's sitting on the floor, scrubbing his face like he's about to have a full-on meltdown
"Holy shit, this elevator's real small, innit? Fuck... Have you ever seen that one scene in Star Wars? The one with Han and Chewie where the walls start closing in and—oh god. Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod, we're gonna die in here, aren't we? We're gonna die and—"
you do it without thinking. crouch in front of him, brush a rogue strand of hair off his forehead
Daniel immediately shuts up
his body goes still
he's not even breathing
(probably for the best, since he was borderline hyperventilating)
and then you smile at him, and dear god, he swears his heart's gonna thump right through his chest
"We're going to be fine, Danny boy."
wait.
Danny boy?!
he pretends to be chill about it. the nickname, the fact that your hand is still in his hair, gently fixing the neat hairstyle he wrecked during his panic
but let's be real
on the inside?
he is so not chill
"By the way,” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, a sound so sweet and hypnotizing that Daniel tried to commit every note to memory, “they were in a trash compacter in A New Hope," you told him. "So this isn't even close to being the same thing."
if he wasn't in love with you already, he was now
because holy shit
you liked Star Wars
| NSFW
as time goes on, Daniel easily becomes a fixture in your sex life
after all, working for Fisk isn't your usual 9-to-5
it's overtime all the time, so you can't be bothered fitting hookups into your already packed schedule
but a girl's got needs, so...
Enter: Daniel Blake
you try telling yourself it's not that big a deal
people fuck their coworkers all the time, right? and it is awfully convenient: quickies in the bathroom between meetings, getting fingered underneath the table at some fancy gala
(an exception being the risky blowjob you gave him from underneath the mayor's desk after everyone left for the night—that leaned more desperate than convenient)
man is a giver with a capital G
the type of guy to catch you by the wrist when you're stressed, dragging you somewhere private so he can stuff his head between your thighs
"Look at you, gettin' yourself all worked up. How 'bout we blow off a lil steam, yeah? Lemme take care of you."
no matter how cocky or nonchalant he tries to act, he's always freaking out on the inside
genuinely so glad you're letting him hit, tho
probably Googles dumb shit like
How to not nut fast?
or
Map to G-spot?
(bless him, this boy genuinely just wants to be the best lay of your life)
p r a i s e k i n k
will literally melt if you tell him what a good job he's doing
but if you say it while his dick's inside of you there is a 99.99% chance he's gonna cum immediately, so wield this power wisely (and use birth control)
a whimpering little bitch boy when receiving
probably begs without even realizing it? always under his breath and always something simple, like muttering "Fuck, please"
even outside of sexual situations, Daniel definitely struggles with getting embarrassingly hard over stupid things
you brought a banana for breakfast?
boner
you compliment his shirt?
boner
you so much as breathe in his direction
BONERBONERBONER
praying for him if the two of you ever actually make it official, because knowing you're his is just gonna turn him on even more
pray for Fisk, too, cause his two best employees are gonna be late all the damn time cause they're too busy trying not to slip during early morning shower sex
(and let's be real: Daniel Blake's 100% got big dick energy—the dorky loser variety, sure, but still)
a/n | i had thoughts. got thoughts out. now we have this? i don't usually write headcanon type stuff, so apologies if it's kinda meh lol
also: there's a rival-to-lovers scenario in my head where daniel and the reader live in the same apartment building and she either is a vigilante or is aligned with them and boy--i want to write it so bad but i have like four ideas going right now that i need to finish first. every day i curse myself for writing as slow as george r.r. martin while not possessing even half his skill