#dan: HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME (leans in to assist)

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Mistaken identity

Daniel Riccardo x reader in honour of Monza it was only right to post Danny Ric

Daniel Ricciardo as mistaken identity

F1 romance tropes masterlist

“You can do this Y/n its no big deal, just a promotion on the line nothing huge.” Giving yourself a pep talk fixing your hair in your cars mirror. You were a journalist well an intern but this article could be your big break. You almost couldn’t believe it when your boss gave you the chance to write it. But when the original journalist caught the flu his loss was your gain.

An exclusive interview with St Hugos, Chief winemaker Peter Munro, it was a huge deal, you left immediately from the office to the vineyard, a decision you were now regretting as your heels sunk into the dirt. Stumbling through the vines you let out a sigh of relief finally finding him bent down inspecting some vines.

“Hello!” You shouted with a yelp as you tripped in your haste. With surprisingly fast reflexes he caught you just before you could fall. You met his eyes with a wide smile collecting yourself.

“Sorry, your assistant told me youd be out here it’s nice to meet you sir,” you rushed out, Holding your notebook tightly to your chest. Daniel laughed at your obvious excitement, not to brag but he was used to that reaction. By assistant he figures you meant Michael, he’d definitely make fun of him for that later.

“Pleasure is all mine beautiful.” He couldnt help but pull the hand you held out for a shake to his lips. Loving the pink hue that dusted your cheeks. You coughed straightening up. “Shall we get started?” You asked motioning to the two chairs in the open spot between the rows of grapes. Dan just nodded following your lead. Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman.

He thought you were an employee of the winery but seeing your outfit he was starting to question his assumption. You clicked your pin and opened your book, crossing one leg over the other unintentionally showing off more of your leg.

“So, what made you decide to pursue wine?” You asked a soft smile on your face as Daniels scrunched up in confusion. This had to be a joke, Michael was definitely behind this. So being the jokester he was he played along.

“Well one night during dinner at this beautiful restaurant i just thought to myself wow this taste like shit i could make a better wine, and my mate dared me to and here we are.” He waved his hands to motion to the vineyard while you pursed your lips nodding. “Um okay.” To say you were surprised would be an understatement this was not what you were expecting out of a highly renowned winemaker.

“Let me ask you a question?“ Daniel or Peter as you thought, leaned in resting his head on his arm propped up on the arm rest of the chair. “Sure.” Setting the pen down you gave him your attention which he liked more than he cared to admit.

“What do you think of the wine?” He asked watching you closely as you dropped your eyes to the ground. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried it.” At your words his eyes widdened and he jumped out of his seat. “Well we have to fix that, stay here.”

He ran to his bag left by the vines and pulled out a bottle and a big decanter.

He popped the cork and poured it. You grabbed the bottle to look at the label when he was done. “What’s the three mean?” His smile widdened when you asked.

“It’s only the sexiest funniest most handsome Formula one driver, Daniel Riccardo, did i mention good looking?” You laughed and nodded. “Once or twice yes.”

“Are you ready for the best wine you’ve ever had?” He asked cockily, holding out the decanter. You ignored him and asked a question of your own. “Is that supposed to be a shoe?” He nodded excitedly. “Yep like a shoey its kind of my signature thing.”

You raised your eyebrow, this is definitely not how you imagined your first interview would go.

“You drink wine out of a shoe?” He shrugged, “normally champagne but same difference. Plus i dont have glasses so.” You watched as he took a sip like he’s done it hundreds of times before. “See”

Hesitantly taking the glass shoe you tipped it up. As he watched expectantly.

You nodded you head handing it back “It’s pretty good.” He whooped throwing his hands up making some of the wine spill out that he clumsily tried to jump out of the way. Looking over at you with a sheepishly expression as you having seen that.

“If we could, can we get back to the interview now.” You asked, as he settled back down.

“Counter offer, we play twenty questions I’ll go first.” He spoke not giving you a chance to disagree. “What’s your favorite color?” Shrugging your shoulders you thought for a second. “Orange probably.”

“You’re just perfect aren’t you?” His words made you blush again, but he meant it the longer you all spoke going back and forth learning little things about each other he couldnt help but want to learn everything about you. You were obviously excited when you met him but you didnt ask him one question about racing and he loved being able to have a conversation about the other things he was passionate about.

He smiled to himself as you tried to take another sip out of the decanter, it being passed back and forth throughout the interview. The sun was just setting casting a golden hue over all it touched, making your hair almost glow. He momentarily panicked watching you close your note book.

“Let me take you out?” He blurted out, making him cringe at his outburst. “I’m not sure that’s a -“ “what’s a better way to learn about me then spending more time with together” he interrupted, sensing your objection. He wasn’t wrong if you wanted to blow your boss away going more in depth would be the way to do it. So you nodded your head, pulling your phone out for him to put his number in.

“Dan?” You asked confused seeing the name he put under his contact. “It’s what my friends call me.” He explained. How people got Dan from Peter you have no idea but maybe it wan an inside joke you didn’t get. He like the gentleman he is walked you to your car before going to find Michael.

“We’ve been wondering where you were what took so long?” His trainer asked seeing Daniel finally stroll back in widest smile he had ever seen on the mans face. He and Peter have been waiting for him to bring back a grouping of grapes for the video they were supposed to shoot when he didnt come back.

“I was talking to the girl you sent looking for me and must i say I’m now a believer in love at first sight.” He trailed off wistfully. “What girl?” Michael asked confused he didn’t send anyone anywhere. Daniel laughed nodding along. “The one who thought you were my assistant, which now hearing it I think we need to change your title.”

Peter who was silently listening to the two men cut in. “Was her name Y/n?” Dan’s eyes shot over to him the second her name reached his ears. “Yes that’s her!”

Peter looked over to his assistant Alexander. “Was that interview today?” He nodded, “yes i sent you the email reminder this morning and set her to the vineyard.”

“I sent Daniel to the vineyard.” As his bosses words the mans face paled.

“So what happened exactly.” Michael who had been looking between the men like a ping pong match asked. “She’s writing an article about St, Hugo. And was supposed to interview me for it today.” At Peters words the dots in Daniels head started to connect. “That’s why she kept asking about wine”

“Please call Miss Y/n’s office and informe them of our mixup, so we can get it straightened out.” Peter told Alex who quickly reached for his phone only for it to be snatched out of his hand by Dan. “You can’t do that.” He rushed out panicked.

‘Why not?” Dan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “i might have asked her on a date.” He mumbled. “You what!”

“Look if she finds out from him I’ll look like a jerk who played her just let me go on this date and i’ll explain it myself in person.” He offered, hoping they’d go along with his plan, he could always just keep the assistants phone and run away so he couldn’t make the call. He sighed with relief when they agreed.

One date turned to seven and in a few months you were an official couple, while Daniel couldn’t be happier he still found himself stuck in that lie. “You want us to what!” Max shouted all the drivers were huddled outside of Daniels flat, shushing the Dutchman. “She may or may not think my name is Peter and I’m a winemaker so i need you lot to go along.” He explained, taking a quick peak back to the door to make sure you hadn’t opened it.

Collectively, Max, Lando, Charles and Carlos all looked disappointed while Pierre was enjoying the humor of it all. “You have to tell her what are you going to legally change your name just so she never finds out?” Charles asked making Daniels eyes widden. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Its a horrible idea!” They yelled getting shushed again. Daniel sighed looking more somber than the drivers have ever seen the happy go lucky Australian look.

“I love her,” was all he needed to say for them to understand. Carlos raised a hand to pat him on the arm pushing passed him to the door way. “You’re lucky i know all about the vineyards in Spain.”

Dinner went perfectly, no talks of formula one to give him away and true to his word Carlos talked your ear off about the winery’s he’s been to. “I wish we had this dinner a day earlier I would’ve loved to get a future on the article about peter.” You spoke. Making Daniels heart skip a beat, not in the normal way that happens when you’re around. “What do you mean a day earlier?” He dreaded your answer already having a feeling what you meant.

“I finished the piece, yesterday and sent it to my boss. She’s going to love it i have a feeling a promotion is right around the corner!” The drivers could hear your excitement which only broke their hearts, Daniels right there with them. He’s obviously heard about your hopes of being hired to the company and every second he didnt tell you the truth he was pushing you farther from you dreams.

Max loudly dropped his fork and starred daggers through Daniel, who sighed knowing what he had to do, he just hopes he doesn’t lose you in the process.

“You need to take article back right now!” He shouted, his nerves getting the best of him. “What, I can’t?” You tilted your head confused at his request and the sudden tension in the room. “I’m not Peter.” Daniels voice dropped to where you couldn’t even hear him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not Peter, my name is Daniel.” You laughed thinking he was joking but taking a look at the other men in the room, your stomach dropped. “I’m so sorry Y/N i tried to tell you i didnt know you were done writing it-“ his eyes got blurry the longer he watched you process the information, cutting him off.

“What are you talking about!” Realizing now wasn’t the time for apologizes and that you wanted and needed the facts. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Remember the wine we had when we met, i said it was a partnership with an F1 driver?” He started, pausing for you to recall the conversation. “The funny sexy one?” You mumbled out, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at your words, while Lando scoffed in the background.

“That’s me, the real Peter, was supposed to meet you that day but his assistant got mixed up and you ran into me.” Your breathing had gotten deeper as you starred at you plate, well through it. He wasn’t ready when your eyes met his sending daggers straight to his heart. “And you just went along because my job isn’t important, right just a little intern to play a joke on. This is my life Peter, or whoever you are!” You yelled abandoning your chair to pace back and forth. You’ll be a laughing stock interviewing the wrong guy was one thing but sending it to your boss, youll be lucky if you ever get hired anywhere.

“Y/n you know me.” He begged moving to reach for you but you smacked his hands away. “Apparently i don’t! Are they even winemakers?” Waving your hand to his friends who all had sheepish looks on their face but one who was still glaring at what’s his face. Daniel dropped his head, giving you your answer.

“Of course they aren’t, just you lying to me wasn’t enough was it.” You humorlessly laughed collecting your things from the kitchen, making Daniel chase after you.

“Y/N dont leave please let me explain.” He cried out trying to stop you the closer you got to te door the more his heart broke. “I love you!” He choked out, making you pause. Turning back to look at him with tears in your eyes. Shaking your head.

“If this is how you treat someone you love, i dont want it.” The boys watched as you closed the door behind you, Daniel not moving from his spot staring where you last stood. “She left.” He repeated over and over as they went to comfort their friend. “You’ll get her back.”

“How!” Dan sobbed out, needed every once of hope that maybe just maybe this wasn’t the end. Honestly they had no idea how they could help him fix this.

For days you tried to find every way of getting the article back, without luck you counted the days every time you walked into the office past your bosses desk keeping your head down, you got to day six when she called you in. Shutting the door behind you, immedily going into apology mode. “I am so sor-“ she silenced you were a raise of her hand.

“I dont know how you did it, interview Peter Munro not that difficult.” She started staring right at you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. In your panic you couldn’t help but think of the times Dan as you now know comforted you, making tea and your favorite meal after you told him you had a bad day, of course it was slightly Burned everytime but the thought was there. You nodded along to her words she was right it wasn’t that hard.

“Ma’am if i could just explain.” She interrupted you once again. “It seemed like an easy task for your first article, I’m honestly impressed.” She laughed and you just knew you were kissing your job goodbye. “But to get an exclusive with Daniel Riccardo, wow.” If you had water you would’ve choked on it for sure. Scrunching your eyebrows you asked her, “What?”

“I really don’t know how you did it but great job, the details you got make me feel like i knew him personally when i read it.” She praised, while you shook slack jawed. And slowly nodded. “I look forward to reading more of your work, you have a bright future here.” She stood to shake your hand. You couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. As you walked out of her office her assistant was waiting for you outside.

“You’re welcome.” She winked, leaning you there alone. Still confused as to what exactly happened you walked to you desk seeing a vase of orange roses. It didnt take a genius to know who sent them, it also didnt help they were beautiful. Reading the note you sighed. ‘I’m downstairs please meet me.’

You mind shot back and forth to meet him or not, you decided that if for no other reason then to have something to write about you walked to the elevator, tapping your foot on the way down. Seeing him leaning against a blue McLaren, you only knew that’s what it was from when you googled him. Between his fingers was a single rose. He shuffled on his feet as you got closer.

“Hi.”

“Hi Daniel.” His eyes lit up hearing you say his name for the first time, you both gazed at each other in silence. “So how’d you fix it.” You knew it was him, you couldn’t even get it back let alone make changes.

“Figured i messed it up the least i could do is fix it because you deserve that job more than any journalist I’ve met.” He shrugged. “Plus your bosses assistant is a big fan.” You huffed out a laugh at his words, making him smile at the ice being broken.

“Baby i am so sorry-“ he started, you shook your head eliminating the space between you both, “Shut up Dan.” Using your hand wrapped around the back of his neck you pulled his lips down to yours.

Snapping out of his shock he wrapped his arms around you forgetting about the rose until you yelped and pulled back being pricked by a thorn.

“Oh god I’m sorry.” He rushed to set the rose on his hood still keeping you close with one arm, not wanting you to walk away from him again.

“Are we going to be okay?” He wasn’t dumb he knew a kiss didn’t mean you forgot everything but he hoped it meant he had a chance. Giving him another peck you nodded.

“We’ll be good, I’ve always loved the mistaken identity trope anyways.” You joked making him relax against you.

“You can still call me Peter sometimes if you want.” He wiggled his brows making you laugh. And shake your head at his antics, you could forgive him eventually already knowing you couldn’t live without him or the chance of not seeing his smile everyday.

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Experimentation

This little rat bastard scientist has been living rent-free in my head ever since I saw “Re-Animator” for the first time a couple of months ago. Well...here goes nothing. Cross-posted to my AO3 here.

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Herbert West (Re-Animator) x Reader

[A/N: I’ve never written for Herbert West before, so uh...here goes nothing. Also, did I write my dumb ass into a corner? Yes. Did @beyond-antares​ save my bacon by helping me come up with an ending? Also yes. This wouldn’t be finished if she hadn’t stepped in and assisted me, so give her a big round of applause and a BIG “Thank You.” She’s awesome!]

Warnings: None that I can think of. I mean, obviously Herbie’s a lil bit of a mad scientist, but I don’t describe any violence or gore in any graphic sort of way. So...other than that, just be aware of the content of Re-Animator, I guess?

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“So...you and Herbert, huh?” Dan’s voice beside me made me jump. I hadn’t heard him come in. I was sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in my hand, staring at the ever-closed door of the basement. I’d been lost in thought solidly for...how long had I been here, exactly?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, daring to meet Dan’s gaze as I took a sip of my now ice-cold coffee. Oh god, I had been there a while, hadn’t I? I couldn’t help but wince at the cold bitterness, and the smirk that crossed Dan’s lips made it clear he’d seen my reaction.

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious. You’ve got a thing for him. Ever since he moved in, you haven’t gone on a single date. Hell, you light up when he looks your way, and everyone seems to notice, except Herbert, of course,” he said with a wink. “Don’t bother denying it. I saw the way you looked at him when you were patching him up after his last experiment. So...you gonna tell him soon? Or do I have to do it for you?”

“You wouldn’t dare, Cain,” I scoffed, but all my bravado dissolved when he started walking toward the basement door. In a panic, I grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him. “Nononono! C’Mon, don’t do that!”

“If you don’t tell him, he’ll never pick up on it on his own,” Dan said with an amused laugh. He had stopped walking, though, and I considered that a temporary victory. “What’s the worst that could happen? Seriously, just tell him already.”

“Tell who?” At the sound of the question from the basement door, I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Herbert walked casually from the doorway toward the kitchen, his hunger finally driving him to seek sustenance, no doubt.

“Oh, I think our roommate has something to tell y–” I elbowed Dan in the stomach, shutting him up with a grunt. “Rude.”

“Shut it, Cain,” I muttered, and Herbert cleared his throat.

“If you have something to tell me, I’m all ears, though I won’t be for long. My experiments need me,” he said in his usual sanctimonious tone as he rooted around in the fridge. Dan gave me a little shove forward toward Herbert just as the latter turned around to fix me with a curious look. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah. Yes, I’m fine,” I stammered as I tried to hide how hastily I wanted to retreat. Herbert raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and I started to back away in such a manner that I didn’t look like I was running away. “I-I should get going.”

Ignoring Dan calling my name, I hurried out the front door to my car. Did I have a destination in mind or anything at all that really needed my presence? Nope. Was I leaving anyway? Yep. All I had to do was avoid my roommates for the next couple of days and hope they’d forget by the time I had to spend any significant amount of time talking to them.

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By the time I got home that night, I knew Dan would be in bed and Herbert tucked neatly away in his lab with his experiments. When I walked inside, the last thing I expected to see was Herbert leaning back against the kitchen counter wearing the same expression he always wore when analyzing the results of one of his re-animation trials. Upon cursory inspection, nothing seemed broken or otherwise out of place, so the problem wasn’t with an experiment then...huh. But, what else could draw his attention so thoroughly?

“What did Dan mean earlier?” I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Herbert’s gaze turn to me. I could do no more than look at him in confusion.

“I-I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, and Herbert stood up straight and walked toward me.

“Before you left, Dan said you had something to tell me. What was he talking about?” There was no accusation in his tone, only the cold calculation with which he approached all of his research. Before I even realized what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around my middle in a subconsciously protective manner.

“You’d have to ask him about that–”

“I already have. He said it wasn’t his place to tell me...that it was yours.” Beneath his glasses, Herbert’s eyes skimmed the length of my face, his gaze most likely taking in more than I could imagine. “I have several hypotheses, but without more data, I can’t possibly hope to continue.”

Shit. Was he going to be studying my behavior now?

“And...what are the current hypotheses?” I asked curiously. Herbert wasn’t exactly socially aware, so I hoped that he hadn’t put things together on his own. He made a disapproving little noise with his tongue and gave me an inscrutable look.

“You know very well that I can’t tell you. That would taint the results...invalidate the experiment...” Herb murmured stopping barely a foot from me. “Where did you go when you left?”

“Irrelevant.” I tried to keep my tone and expression as neutral as possible. He didn’t know I’d been avoiding both of them all day. Besides, he said it himself: without more data he couldn’t continue. So I would just have to avoid giving him any more data. His brow furrowed and he tilted his head curiously. Before he could comment, however, I stepped around him and started making my way to my room. I paused when Herbert said my name, and I turned to face him from across the room.

“I was wondering if you could assist me in the lab tomorrow. I asked Daniel, but he insisted that you’d be better suited to the task.” Of course he did. I agreed without considering the wisdom of my answer, and Herbert gave me a small smile. “Very well. I’ll come get you when it’s time.”

He returned to the basement, and with a deep breath, I went to my room. What the hell had I just agreed to?

--

A loud sound roused me from a deep sleep. When it came again, I realized it was somebody knocking rather insistently on my bedroom door. With a glance at the clock as I got up, I saw that it was four in the morning. I stumbled to the door and opened it blearily to see Herbert standing there.

“What’s wrong?” I could think of no other reason for him being there than some sort of emergency. After all, it was the middle of the night.

“Nothing is wrong. You agreed to help me in the lab,” he said as though I was being silly by asking a question with such an obvious answer.

“Herbert...Do you realize it’s four in the morning?” Instead of getting an answer, his eyes slid over the length of my body, making me acutely aware of the thin tank top and threadbare sleep shorts I’d gone to bed in.

“That would explain your state of dress, but it’s hardly an excuse for going back on your word,” Herbert said drawing an exhausted sigh from my lungs.

“Who said anything about going back on my word?” I asked turning to slip on a pair of shoes. If I’d been slightly more conscious, I’d have changed clothes altogether, but at the moment, all I could think of was how cold the basement floor would be if I went without shoes. “Do I need to take re-animation precautions? I don’t want to get blood on my clothes.”

“No, not today,” he answered, and I grabbed the spare lab coat that Herbert and Dan had given me when I first got involved in their crazy re-animation bullshit. At least it would keep me relatively warm while we worked. Within minutes, the two of us were elbows deep in a reformulation of the reagent. The original worked, sure, but Herbert wanted to see if there was any way to speed up the reaction so that re-animation would occur in a more timely fashion. After all, there was always room for improvement, especially after some of the more delayed reactions he’d observed in several specimens.

As Herbert used a drop of his previous reagent on a sample of dead tissue, he called out the re-animation time as a control. I wrote it diligently in the notebook he’d designated for that sort of thing, and my thoughts began to wander - as they so often did - to the scientist rather than his work. He was so stuck in his work all the time. Did he even realize how attractive he was?

“Are you listening?” Herbert’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as quickly as I’d gotten lost in them.

“Huh?” That was all I could manage as I blinked back to awareness and realized I’d been staring at him the whole time. Shit. Good job not being obvious about it.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said in the last few minutes?” Uh oh, come up with something quick, self!

“I-I’m sorry, I was considering the problem of the...uh...reagent base and whether it would still be viable in the new formulation. I got lost in thought for a moment,” I answered trying to make it sound like I was telling the truth instead of covering up the real reason I was staring at him. Herbert was silent for a moment before his eyes narrowed and his head tilted like that of a curious puppy. Oh no.

“...Really? And what factors did you consider in your musings?” Herbert’s tone was reminiscent of that of a teacher who caught a student daydreaming during a lesson. I reflexively sat up a little straighter even as heat rose to my cheeks. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze as I stammered.

“Uh...W-Well, the...n-neutral ph of the current base works in its favor, b-but...for future mixes, w-we could...uh–” I broke off as Herbert’s thumb and forefinger tilted my chin up so I was forced to look in his eyes. when had he even walked to my side of the table?

“I hadn’t considered it to be a possibility, but...I believe I have an answer to my current hypothesis,” he murmured. Hypothesis? Oh. Oh no, not that one. “I need to test my theory before I can analyze the results...”

Before I could ask what he meant, his lips met mine. After spending a moment too stunned to even contemplate reciprocation, I melted against his lips. I couldn’t help but feel as though this might end disastrously, and yet...I’d imagined this so many times. Herbert’s hands came to rest on my hips even as mine took up residence on his chest, smoothing the crisp fabric of his white button-down as I’d imagined doing so many times. As quickly as it had begun, Herbert pulled back and took a breath that was even shakier than I felt.

“It would appear I was correct,” he mumbled sounding like a mere shell of the restrained, impassive man that he normally appeared to be. “How long have you felt this way?”

“Does it matter?” I wondered if this was the part where he’d call me a ‘bubble-headed co-ed’ or throw me out of his lab, but...that never came. Instead, his fingers slid up to my waist under my lab coat and tightened their grip.

“No, not really,” he mused as his eyes skimmed the length of my face as if in search of something. “You know...for a hypothesis to truly be supported, the results must be...repeatable...”

Licking my lips nervously, I took a chance hoping that I was reading him correctly.

“I’d be willing to participate in further experimentation...” I trailed off looking up into his eyes. It was a cheesy line, but the way he allowed a hint of a smirk to cross his lips before he leaned in to kiss me again told me all I needed to know about its effectiveness.

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. saviour .

summary : seungwan's walk to work is a dangerous one, joohyun knows that. she'll always be seungwan's hero. it's only to look out for her favourite secretary, after all.

small note : i was going to make this longer but my brain glitched, so it’s just here as a tentative one-shot.

tw : noncon, harrassment, physical intimidation.

[yandere!joyrene x secretary!wendy]

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Her boss was her saviour.

…

It’s getting dark and she’s walking home from work, bundled up warm to keep out the winter chill. Her mind is on a nice, hot dinner and a relaxing bath after an incredibly stressful day. Gosh, it’s finally the weekend, and that means she’s taking full advantage of those forty-eight hours of ‘her’ time. Of course, that probably means binge-watching the latest episodes of her favourite drama with a tray of home baked ‘weekend muffins’ – strawberry shortcake! – and perhaps, if she’s feeling particularly tense, a short walk in the park. Playing secretary to the Chief Inspector attached to one of the busiest police stations in the city of Seoul is as hectic and draining as you’d imagine, and it often leaves her with little time to herself. So naturally, the highlight of everyday is the end of it, where she can actually sit and breathe.

Except, it’s a bit hard to even think about breathing now, because she’s ambushed just around the corner of the convenience store a few blocks away from her street.

“My, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Seungwan isn’t sure when she started crying, but she’s beginning to curse herself for cracking at the first thing that came out of this stranger’s mouth. She really needs to learn not to look so weak. Especially not when she’s stuck with a woman who’s so tall, she has to look up at her while she’s pressed up against the wall of this perfectly deserted, perfectly claustrophobic alleyway.

No part of her wants to be stuck with any part of this… this villain, gorgeous as she is.

“Aw, don’t cry. What’s wrong, darling? You’re scared, huh...” The woman reaches up momentarily to wipe the tears streaming down her cheeks, leaning in a little too closely to do so. She has one arm against the wall beside Seungwan’s head, and the iniquitous laugh to top it all off.

Seungwan recognises her… vaguely. I mean everybody has eyes, a nose and a mouth, but the way they’re situated on the face in front of her just… she swears she’s seen that face somewhere, if only from hearing her boss rant about - oh no, oh my gosh. The posters, the meetings that were hastily wrapped up as soon as she opened the door to serve her superior her obligatory morning coffee. The woman holding her at knifepoint right now… is the felon Inspector Bae is currently gathering information on, trying to hunt down to keep behind bars.

This woman is top priority at the station. A criminal. Dangerous.

J-Julia?

Jay?

The name comes to her when a gloved hand reaches up to grab her jaw, forcing her chin up so she’s looking straight into glinting eyes.

Joy.

Seungwan tries her best not to make her terror known, but it’s a miserable failure. “Please,” she whispers hoarsely, too terrified to even beg at a normal pitch. “I’m just – I’m an assistant, I just bring the coffee, I don’t have anything important! They don’t tell me anything! I don’t know about the c-cases, Inspector Bae won’t even tell me her address, I have nothing you want, I – ach!”

A forearm across her throat stops her rambling. Hard bone digs into her windpipe, cutting off more than what she had originally wanted to say. Her hands reflexively shoot up to grasp at the appendage choking her, but she’s only shoved further into the stone whenever she tries to pry it away from her neck. “N-No… no i-information…” she weakly gurgles out, desperately trying to hit it home that she really isn’t of any use. “… h-have… nothing, p-please…”

“Shut up.” The woman threatens her before physically doing it, clamping tighter around Seungwan’s jaw and dissolving her verbal pleas into pleading whimpers. The smirk on those crimson lips is so much scarier than anything she’s said so far. “Silly girl, you have everything I want. I want to send a message. That’s what you’re for, isn’t it? What do you think, baby? Do you think your precious Inspector will stop bothering me if I send her cute little toy to work all messed up, hm?”

Seungwan doesn’t answer. She can’t, with how hard she’s sobbing, breathing still painfully restricted, and trying to curl further into herself. Kicking, punching and screaming for help crosses her mind all at once, but those thoughts are fizzled away by the reality of just dropping to her knees and begging this woman to have mercy on her. Tempting as those instincts are, however, she hasn’t time to act on any of them.

As soon as she’s sure she’s not leaving without at least one lovely, permanent scar, Joy is forcefully ripped away and thrown to the side. And as soon as Seungwan can take her first full breath of air, she’s bolting, instinctively getting as far away from that alley as she can. She only realises she’s been dragging her saviour along with her when two arms around her waist abruptly pull her backwards into a warm body. At this point, the poor girl is so confused that she just turns and buries her face into the front of whoever’s just answered her prayers.

A gentle hand comes up and strokes her hair as she shivers from the aftereffects of the ordeal. After a moment of silence, Seungwan dares to slowly glance up at her rescuer. When she meets those kind eyes, the tension almost immediately shreds away and it’s replaced with a small, fond sigh.

“I-Inspector B – ”

And then the voice corrects her with an awkward sternness. “I’m not in uniform, Ms. Son, please don’t address me like that. Joohyun is fine.”

Joohyun, right. The girl wants to correct her too, to tell her she’d much rather she be ‘Seungwan’ instead of ‘Ms. Son’, but she’s too busy being grateful to form any words other than the ‘thank you’ she thinks she’s repeated at least thirty times now.

“Oh dear, what’s this here?” The raven-haired woman brings a finger up to delicately brush Seungwan’s fringe to the side. The smaller girl can only stare at the shiny silver buttons on her black Burberry trench coat as she’s being inspected.

She winces and flinches back when a frigid draft brushes over the cut on her eyebrow, stinging it.

But Joohyun presses her closer. “No, no, it’s okay, let me see it. I can help.”

Obediently, Seungwan stills to allow her to assess the extent of the damage. A sigh of fatigue draws from her lips when Joohyun’s fingers trace over the small wound. The touch is light and comforting. Comforting enough for it to slip her mind that it’s very late at night and the leftovers sitting in her fridge are waiting to be reheated. That, and her direct superior is in front of her, holding her up while she studies her condition.

She shifts slightly to catch the other woman’s attention. “I’m fine… Joohyun, really.” The name sounds funny coming off like that. “We need to report this, I can come in tomorrow. That was – I think that was Joy – and if she’s in the area then you could be in dan – ”

The grip tightening around her waist is more than mildly inappropriate, but it’s successful in cutting her short. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll file the paperwork, you need to rest.”

Yet again, Seungwan tries to insist that reporting the incident sooner rather than later could be vital in capturing Joy, and that Joy’s arrest took precedence over a minor cut. But Joohyun remains resolute. “Come on,” she says, heaving one of Seungwan’s arms over her shoulder and curling the other around her waist, “I’ll walk you home, just tell me where to go. You could still be targeted. It’s not safe.”

The space between them is non-existent, and the room to compromise, even more so. Joohyun reaches over briefly to tuck Seungwan’s scarf back into her coat before they start walking, and the girl drops her gaze. The fright has worn off and it’s just now terribly embarrassing for her to even be in the presence of someone like Joohyun. I mean, she’s Chief Inspector Bae for god’s sake. She didn’t just get that title, all those gleaming medals and framed awards from twiddling her thumbs and sitting pretty at her desk all day.

It almost makes Seungwan feel like a liability.

If she can’t defend herself from one attacker, why is she even working as an assistant to a woman who hunts villains down for a living? How many times does she think Joohyun is going to be there to catch her when she falls?

But that’s just it.

She is so relieved at the fact she’s still alive, that she forgets to ask how her boss knew exactly where to find her.

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Much later into the night, a familiar figure in a black trench coat re-enters the alleyway. It’s quiet, and empty. Even emptier than it had been when Seungwan was walking back earlier on, save for the dark, hooded silhouette on the far right, and the grating sound of steel against brick.

“Aaand she finally appears.” The hooded figure greets, sheathing her dagger. “Did your little secretary get home alright?”

Black trench coat scoffs, stepping into the darkness and doing her best not to seem offended. “Sooyoung, did you really have to be that rough? You gave our poor angel such a nasty looking cut. And you made her cry.”

This time, it’s Sooyoung’s turn to take a defensive tone, albeit slightly playful. “Hey, I followed the plan! Scare her, threaten a little… you know, all that bad-guy stuff.” She can’t help herself, she’s always like that with Joohyun: relentlessly teasing. The mockery in her voice alone should be enough for Joohyun to cuff her on the spot, but she knows she’ll never do it.

She’s learnt to tolerate every aspect of Sooyoung’s personality; endearingly annoying as they may be. Still, it doesn’t stop the sinister growl from her throat, despite the grin on her face. It gains the other woman’s full attention instantly.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Hyunnie? Afraid you won’t have any eye-candy at work for a while?” She slides over to her, casually poking the shorter woman in the ribs. There’s a beat of silence and then Sooyoung sticks her bottom lip out in a pout when she’s left hanging. “You think I took it too far, don’t you?”

Joohyun’s reply is a smile. The image of Seungwan trembling in her arms, looking up at her through those fluttering, innocent eyelashes after Sooyoung’s ‘ambush’ is reassurance enough that everything happened at the right time and at the right intensity. Seungwan had looked at her like her saviour. Sooyoung hadn’t overdone it.

Sooyoung takes a tentative step forward, even closer now. “Hyun…”

There’s a genuine gratitude in her voice when Joohyun speaks again. “Thank you, Sooyoung. Really, you did so good for me. For us.”

“No problem, unnie,” Sooyoung makes a show of giving her an exaggerated courtesy, the playful lilt surfacing once more. “It’s my duty, as your – ”

And she’s pulled into a kiss. Five fingers firmly twist into the lapels of her jacket and tug her down into a searing, passionate kiss against the same wall Seungwan was pinned to a few hours ago, where she cried her eyes out.

Joohyun pulls away roughly, lips swollen and tingling from the cold. She smirks when Sooyoung looks as glazed-over as she feels. Their heaving breaths create a thin, silvery fog between them, as Joohyun holds the taller woman’s gaze with ease.

“You are the best, Young-ah. I love you.”

[blissedoutphil]

Dan the Personal Assistant Part 10

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

4209 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, blowjob, riding, bath sex

I really meant to be more productive with writing in lockdown but all I got was writer’s block and suddenly 2 months have passed?? sigh. Finally the new chapter’s here after rewriting it countless times omg I’m just as happy as you are.

~Part 9~

~Part 11~

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Since then, they started having sex more often, until it became something normal for them. Natural even. Dan still initiated more than Phil, and he understood whenever Phil had to turn him down to actually do work.

Dan dared to feel happy. He was content with this arrangement, even if he was technically still just a personal whore. It was definitely better than when Phil was adamant about having a fine line drawn between them. Nothing wrong had happened yet, which Dan was relieved about and he was confident that nothing bad could happen with this arrangement. Phil had probably been paranoid about nothing.

It went on for weeks, but Dan never got bored or tired of being pounded by Phil on any random surface in the office, quick fucks that were rough and hard and left him feeling like his insides were rearranged. He loved even more the lesser moments where Phil would go sweet and slow, take care of him in a way that he can pretend that they’re more than just in a “professional” relationship. But he was careful not to dwell too much and let his mind overthink any of Phil’s actions, especially the ones that seemed more loving than usual. Repress those feelings and all will go well.

But no matter what Dan told himself, of course he still felt like there was something missing. He started longing for more. Leaving the office to an empty home always felt lonely, falling asleep alone in bed wasn’t as good as falling asleep in the office with Phil tucking him into the couch. He actually felt sad whenever work ended and looked forward to weekdays instead of weekends, which would’ve sounded crazy to him just a year ago.

He knew one way to stop feeling lonely on Sundays; the idea had always been on the back of his mind. He’d been resilient enough not to follow through though as he felt like it wasn’t a good idea. But one particular weekend felt rough, and even though he knew he was going to meet his boss the next day, he felt like he really couldn’t go through that Sunday without him.

So against better judgement, he found himself standing outside the snug coffee shop. He could already see Phil at his usual corner busy with his laptop, from peering into the window.

What are you trying to do, Dan? he sighed.

But his feet dragged him into the shop anyway. He pretended that he really was there for another coffee, after all it was always a place he had wished to frequent before he had the means to do so.

He ordered the caramel macchiato again, and intentionally walked near Phil’s table.

“Oh, hey boss,” he said as he bumped into the empty chair at Phil’s table, feigning surprise.

“Dan!” Phil was certainly caught off guard to see his boy there.

“Working again?” Dan tried to make small talk, stalling his time there without seeming too obvious or desperate to stay.

“Yeah. Caramel macchiato again?” Phil chuckled.

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence, with Dan wanting to ask if he could stay but not sure how to.

“You can join me if you’d like, no need to be shy y’know,” Phil smiled knowingly.

Dan didn’t know if he liked or hated how readable he was, but he accepted the offer. It was like Phil knew just how bad he needed to see him today. And maybe Phil wanted to see him just as much too, he mused.

“You should try their latte next time,” Phil suggested.

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So there was a next time. And a next time after that. And as weeks passed, Dan found himself falling into yet another routine. Throwing caution to the wind, he always ended up at the cafe, staring into the window for about ten minutes debating in his head whether it’d be a good idea before eventually giving in and going in anyway. Phil never seemed to mind, he seemed excited almost whenever Dan appeared. And Dan only took that as a sign to return again the next week.

Dan was still going through the menu as recommended by Phil. He took his cup of cold brew and headed to his seat. He didn’t really know what time Phil always arrived, he didn’t even ask beforehand if Phil would be coming or if he could spend the day with him, he just shows up. Looking back, it was funny how he used to be worried if Phil would want him there or not, now he just knew without Phil needing to say anything.

He never followed Phil home for dinner again like the first time, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome. They were both content to spend their Sunday afternoons in companionable silence and do nothing more that could potentially disrupt their current arrangement. Or perhaps neither of them dared to take the next step. But they seemed comfortable for now.

That was until.

“Dan.”

Dan looked up from his cup.

“I have to go on a business trip on Tuesday.”

“Oh,” Dan said, not really sure how to answer.

“Yeah, it’s quite a last minute thing. The new partner needed me over at their headquarters. I’ll be gone for a week.”

Hearing that made Dan already start to miss Phil, which didn’t make sense since he was still sitting right in front of him.

“Where you headed to?”

“New York.”

“So... I won’t be going to work next week?”

“Oh don’t think you’re off the hook from work that easily,” Phil said cheekily, and Dan quirked his eyebrow in curiosity. Was he supposed to serve the other staff in the office or something?

“You’re coming with me, mister.”

Dan gaped, “Really?”

“Unless you don’t want to,” Phil shrugged nonchalantly.

“You’re letting me choose?” Dan asked, still somewhat in shock.

“Of course, why would I force you into things,” Phil looked a little offended.

“I mean- I’m just. I’ve never even been out of the UK, why would I choose to stay here?!”

Phil laughed, the corners of his eyes scrunching up in the way that was downright adorable.

“I gotta warn you, some of the other staff would also be there. I’ll arrange a different flight for us, we can get there before the rest. You might have to hide in the hotel room like you do in our office if you don’t wanna see them.”

Dan was fine with that, he still would rather not cross paths with anyone else in the office. Over time, Dan realised that Phil had become more possessive over him and felt the same way too. Unlike Phil’s previous assistant, Dan did not want to get acquainted with anyone else, and Phil did not have any interest in sharing anymore either.

Dan couldn’t stop grinning the rest of the day. What is his life.

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The flight was long but comfortable as Phil had booked them business seats, and Dan spent a lot of time like a little child looking out the aeroplane window in amazement.

He squashed all thoughts about how this could be anything more than a business trip with his boss. Who most probably brought him along just for the sexual relief. But when Phil slept with his head leaned on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but entertain thoughts about how maybe Phil wanted more than that too.

They settled into their hotel room quickly, both tired from the long flight. Phil didn’t skimp on the room either, getting one on a high floor overlooking Central Park, with a living room in the suite. Dan thought it was too much for a week’s stay, he’d be fine lounging on the king sized bed all day, but Phil insisted to have a room as comfortable as possible for Dan while he’d be out working.

Dan was feeling like he was harbouring on being a sugar baby, but he didn’t voice that out. He’d planned on giving Phil a blowjob or something as a form of thanks for this trip, but they were both so tired that they fell asleep instead.

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Dan woke up a couple of hours later, stretching out his long limbs. He’d never slept in such a comfortable bed before. He froze when his foot brushed against another, then he turned to see that Phil was asleep next to him. His heart pounded a bit faster, realising that this was the first time they’d slept together. They’d been too tired to even think properly, they’d even fallen asleep without changing or at least washing up a little.

He quietly got out of bed and to the bathroom to have a quick shower. The bathroom was lavish, with an inviting tub that he couldn’t wait to use. When he was done, he walked out to see that Phil was already up and waiting his turn to use the shower.

Dan was quite surprised at how comfortable it all felt. He didn’t feel awkward at all sharing the room with his boss, but he guessed that it was probably because he’d spent so long sharing the office room with him anyway. He found it funny almost; the man who was so adamant in setting up boundaries between them months ago was almost gone.

He explored the room a bit more properly now that he wasn’t tired. The first thing he realised was that there was only one bed. He didn’t know if it was excitement or nerves that he felt as he thought about sharing the bed with Phil for a week. And did Phil get a room with just one bed on purpose?

“Had a good rest?” Phil asked as he stepped out of the shower.

“Mhmm,” Dan smiled from where he was knelt unpacking his luggage. Not that he brought many clothes, if the rules in office were to apply here as well. Already he was just in his boxers, feeling comfortable enough.

It was already dark out, but jetlag caused them both to be wide awake. Phil made a quick order for room service, and they both lounged in the living room sofa in front of the tv while waiting for their food.

Except Dan had no intention of watching tv.

“Thank you for bringing me along on this trip, Sir,” he said, voice sultry.

He slid off the sofa and sank to his knees between Phil’s legs, not caring about subtleties.

Phil chuckled and spread his legs, “I mean I gotta admit it was for selfish reasons but I guess it is a win-win.”

Dan’s fingers traced along the waistline of Phil’s sweatpants, which Dan thought he looked absolutely hot in, even when compared to the usual business attire he was used to seeing his boss in. There was a dent forming in Phil’s pants where it was obvious he was growing hard already. He tugged Phil’s pants down, surprised to find that Phil was going commando.

He got Phil’s cock in his mouth in no time. They’d done this enough times that it felt like second nature to Dan already. He was so used to the feel of Phil in his mouth, the taste of him and his scent flooding his nose. He was used to the sounds Phil makes, knowing what each meant for Phil. He prided himself in his job, no matter how unusual it may be to outsiders.

He was so used to it that it didn’t even feel like a job anymore.

Phil’s hand had snaked through his curls, tugging gently as a sign for him to speed up. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked on Phil’s cock, moving off only to suck on his balls before moving back to get Phil’s whole length in his mouth.

Phil moaned. He was so glad that Dan agreed to follow him on this trip. He was certain that he’d have a lot of pent up energy, not to mention feeling lonely, if he was here alone and away from Dan for a whole week.

He canted his hips up a little, pushing himself into Dan more. It was a quickie, a little sloppy but he could feel and see how much Dan was putting himself into it. He loves that about Dan, he never half-asses the things he does. He always made sure to put in extra effort to give him pleasure, and Phil appreciated that.

Phil held Dan’s head in place as he felt himself getting closer, even though he knew Dan wouldn’t move away anyway. Soon, he was coming in Dan’s mouth, shivering in pleasure as he felt Dan swallow around him.

He looked down to see Dan finally pop off his dick, lips swollen red and pupils dilated. He could see that Dan was also aroused, his own boxers looking way too tight now.

Just as he was about to suggest returning the favour, their doorbell rang. Dan scrambled to get up while Phil did so too. Phil quickly redressed and went to the door, letting room service in.

“Well I was about to get you off too but... now that the food is here, let’s dig in first,” Phil smirked, trying not to laugh at Dan's adorable pout.

Dan stifled a grumble as he tried to eat while still horny. At least the denial reminded him that nothing’s really changed except their location.

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Phil was even busier with work than usual, leaving their room really early the next day and fighting off his jetlag to attend countless meetings throughout the day. He even had to attend a business dinner with his partners and staff, and felt guilty for leaving Dan all alone til the late hours of the night.

Of course he didn’t confine Dan to their room like Rapunzel’s stepmom. As he unlocked their door and stepped inside after a long day, he found that he was rather looking forward to hearing about Dan’s day than anything else Dan could do with his mouth.

Dan had had a really relaxing day, having gone for a swim in the hotel pool before heading out to explore Central Park.

“I found a cafe that might possibly be better than our coffee shop back home,” Dan was gleaming as he told Phil about his day.

“No way,” Phil said in mock offence, “you dare say that our cafe is defeated?”

Dan giggled, nodding his head.

“Well you’d better bring me there on my off day. I won’t believe it til I see it for myself, boy. If I even get an off day, that is,” Phil sighed, feeling tired.

It was already past 1am, and he had another early start tomorrow. Business trips aren’t as fun as people make them out to be, and he was so glad that he had company this time.

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The next few days went by the same, with Phil leaving early and coming back late to listen to Dan’s day before hitting the sack. Dan felt bad for not doing what he was there to do, but Phil seemed way too busy to even think about sex. One night, he was still writing emails past midnight, and had even told Dan to go to bed first.

On Saturday, Dan came back earlier after doing a bit of shopping. Phil still had meetings to attend, but he’d said that he was able to finish work before dinner.

So Dan had a plan to help his boss relax after a tiring few days. He’d bought some bath bombs and scented candles on his shopping spree. He lit candles all around the room, and prepared a bath.

Phil opened the door and was immediately greeted with a soothing scent. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the sunset glow and leaving the room to be lit only by the several scented candles scattered around.

He could feel tension slowly leave his shoulders as he walked further into the room. He found Dan on their bed, in nothing but a bathrobe.

“What’s all this?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

After Dan set up everything, he was afraid that it all looked a tad too romantic and his boss might get the wrong idea. But his worries melted away as Phil stood before him looking really appreciative of his work.

“My job is to help you relax, isn’t it, Sir?” Dan said as he stood up and closed the space between them, “and I’ve been quite shit at that recently. Gotta make up for it somehow.”

“Nonsense, Dan,” Phil argued, his hands landing on Dan’s waist, “you help me relax every night with stories of your day. But this sure is a treat.”

Phil leaned in and kissed Dan, feeling Dan practically melt into his touch. Dan broke the kiss sooner than Phil would’ve liked to, to loosen Phil’s tie. Once the tie was off, he tugged at Phil’s blazer til it was off too.

“I’ve drawn a bath for you, Sir,” Dan murmured as he unbuttoned Phil’s shirt.

“I like the sound of that,” Phil replied as he was practically pushed towards the bathroom.

The lavender aroma hit Phil the moment he opened the bathroom door. He turned around when he realised Dan had stepped back.

“Aren’t you gonna join me?” he raised an eyebrow.

Dan looked like he hadn’t expected that request.

“Oh, I thought you’d like some alone time,” he spoke timidly.

“I’m pretty sure your company would help me relax more,” Phil stated as he walked into the bathroom, not bothering to see if Dan would follow him in.

Because of course Dan would follow him in.

Phil was already stepping into the tub when Dan shut the door behind him. Candles were also scattered around the bathroom, giving a soft glow.

“Tub’s big enough for both of us,” Phil stated, looking at Dan expectantly.

Dan felt nervous suddenly, but in the good way where the butterflies in his tummy were drunk. Was that a good way? He wasn’t sure. He felt Phil practically undress him with his eyes before he even got to shrug his robe off.

“I-I brought wine,” he announced shyly, taking the bottle and glasses that he’d hidden in one of the cabinets.

He poured two glasses for them and placed them at the corner of the tub before quickly slipping in opposite Phil, letting the lavender aroma fill his senses.

“So how was your day?” Phil asked as he took his glass.

Dan relaxed into the tub as he went on about his adventures trying to find the perfect bath bomb, how he got mistaken for being one of the salesperson at Yankee Candle and almost got yelled at by a customer even though they were the one mistaking him for a worker.

Much like the previous days, they both enjoyed just sitting in each other’s company listening to stories about their day. Dan loved how everything was feeling so natural between them.

Phil could feel his stress float away with every sip of wine and every funny anecdote his boy told animatedly. The water was still warm and smelled so calming. He stretched his legs, grazing against Dan’s thighs as he did so.

He didn’t miss the tiny pause from Dan when his foot touched his thigh.

“Thank you for your effort, I appreciate all this,” Phil sighed happily.

Dan smiled, glad that his surprise worked.

“I only have one problem.”

Dan’s smile faded, immediately wracking his brain for all possibilities of what could be wrong.

“You are sat way too far away right now,” Phil stated matter-of-factly.

Dan chuckled, shaking his head slightly in relief. He turned around in the tub carefully to move into Phil’s waiting arms. Phil hummed happily as he pulled Dan closer to him, til Dan’s back was pressed against his chest.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Dan leaning against Phil and Phil tracing little circles on Dan’s chest and tummy as they let the scented bubbly water soak them. Dan closed his eyes and in this quiet moment, he dared to pretend that they were more than what they really were. It was a dangerous game to play, but he’d found himself playing pretend more and more these days.

Soon, Phil’s mouth found his way to Dan’s damp neck. Dan tilted his head to give him more access. Phil left sloppy open mouthed kisses, tasting soap on his lips. His hands had settled on Dan’s nipples, beginning to tug on them.

Dan whimpered, feeling himself get hard. He rested his hands on Phil’s knees so that he wouldn’t lose control and touch himself.

“I believe I still owe you an orgasm from our first day here,” Phil whispered hotly against Dan’s neck.

Dan had almost forgotten that he still hadn’t gotten relief, but his cock twitched at the reminder. He moaned as Phil bit on his neck and began sucking a hickey.

One hand snaked away from Dan’s nipple and slid further down til it was ghosting around Dan’s hard cock resting against his lower stomach. Dan let out a strangled whine and gripped Phil’s knees harder.

Phil began stroking Dan slowly, touch ever so light, while still playing with Dan’s nipple and decorating his neck with more hickeys. Dan moaned, his head tilting back to rest against Phil’s shoulder. Phil took the opportunity to kiss along Dan’s jaw.

Dan could feel Phil’s erection against his ass.

“H-hold on,” he stuttered, struggling to stop Phil’s ministrations.

Phil stopped, confused, his hand still loosely wrapped around Dan’s dick. Dan held onto the edge of the tub to give himself leverage. He sat up for a moment and reached below to grab Phil’s cock.

Phil moaned at Dan’s touch, and his eyes widened at the realisation of what Dan was about to do. Before he could say anything, Dan had sunk down onto his dick.

“God,” Phil moaned heavily.

Dan began riding him slowly, careful not to move too much lest water spills out of the tub.

“Did you even stretch?” Phil asked.

“Candles and wine and this bath weren’t the only things I prepared,” Dan admitted sheepishly.

“God,” Phil repeated, and regained his grip on Dan’s cock.

Dan was moving too slow for Phil’s liking, so he urged his boy to speed up. His strokes on Dan’s cock matched Dan’s speed, which encouraged Dan to move faster.

Some water eventually did splash out of the tub, but Dan didn’t care anymore. He could feel himself breaking out a sweat despite being in a bath. He clenched around Phil every time Phil squeezed his shaft.

They moved in a rhythm for a bit, the purple water swirling and foam floating around them. Dan could feel his orgasm building up soon enough, and he rocked his hips faster, lifting up with more urgency and sinking onto Phil’s lap harder.

Phil was also jerking him off quicker. His lips were glued to Dan’s neck, his other hand still playing with Dan’s nipples. Dan was overwhelmed with sensations from all over his body, and he loved how Phil could reduce him to a moaning mess just like that.

“Close, Sir,” Dan uttered, hanging his head as he continued riding Phil.

“After me,” Phil grunted and sped up his movement’s on Dan’s throbbing cock.

Water splashed around them as Dan rode Phil with earnest, helping Phil chase his orgasm. Within a few more moments, Dan felt Phil shudder behind him, groaning as he came.

As Dan felt himself get filled with warm fluid, he also finally let go. Phil pumped him throughout his orgasm, and he clenched around Phil as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. When he was finally done coming, he slumped against Phil.

Phil was kissing the bruises he’d formed on Dan’s neck, not bothered to lift Dan off of him.

“Coming underwater feels the same as peeing underwater,” Dan uttered, brain too fuzzy to think before speaking.

He could feel his boss’s laugh vibrate through his body as much as he heard it.

“Up you get,” Phil hit Dan’s ass, “the water’s gross now that you’ve come in it.”

They got out of the tub and drained it, and Phil pulled Dan into the shower to quickly rinse both of them off.

Dan felt about ready to sleep, but they had not eaten, so he called room service for them. They ate on the bed together, making plans for the next day as it was Sunday so Phil had the day off.

After eating, they got comfortable under the blankets, and Dan didn’t want to think about how easily Phil pulled him closer, how easily he snuggled into Phil’s chest, how easily they spooned each other until their breaths evened out and they dozed into peaceful slumber.

Dan didn’t want to think about how easy it was to get used to yet another routine. He did not want to think about how this routine would get snatched away from him once this trip ends, and things at home would feel like a step back. He didn’t want to think about any of it, so for now he just pretended that it will always be this way.

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~Part 9~

~Part 11~

I’ve gotten stuck and rewritten new ideas so many times that idek if I like this anymore, it’s been so long since the fic started that idek if it even flows smoothly but I hope it does, and what matters is that you like the updates, so thank you for still being here for this fic <3

[loki-hargreeves]

Mazikeen Smith x Reader - You Impress Her

Summary/request: (by anonymous) Mazikeen Smith has taken an interest in Y/N, who has assisted detective Decker and Lucifer on a case. Whilst undercover at Lux, Y/N gets into a dangerous situation and Mazikeen is ready to rush in there to save here. Before she gets a chance, Y/N manages to impress the demon…

Warnings: violence, vulgar language, alcohol, implied smut

Word count: 2,7K

Third POV

Having a new pair of helping hands on a case was refreshing for Chloe, who was deeply dwelled in their latest case. Even Lucifer was starting to grow impatient. They all called the suspect the reaper, which Lucifer and Maze found hilarious. But the nickname was fitting because he was known for murdering ill people and people who were so deep in trouble that he deemed death appropriate for them. After many long and stressful days, they finally had a lead and they needed Y/N’s help on the case; she had to go undercover. Even Mazikeen was offering her help because this guy wasn’t easy to catch apparently, or that’s what she told everyone. The real reason why Maze joined in on the case was Y/N. There was something about her and so far, they had amazing chemistry. It’s like they already had so much pent up sexual frustration. If it was done her way, she would catch the guy the moment he entered Lux, but she couldn’t. Besides, she wanted to see how Y/N would work. To be honest, Maze found the woman intriguing. She was strong, smart and really hot, a wonderful combo, really. She was new at the precinct, transferred from another state. So far Maze knew that she had been after this guy for months. At least she was determined, right? It was a bonus that the guy they were after had no clue what she looked like. This undercover would be so exciting!

“Okay, you’re good to go, Y/N. Just say the safe word if anything goes wrong, alright?” Chloe said after hiding the mics on the detective. She seemed worried, which wasn’t unnecessary. Everyone in the van had seen what this guy was capable of, and it wasn’t pretty. The crime scene Chloe and Lucifer had entered was not a sight for sore eyes and according to the new detective, it wasn’t the first time the reaper had single-handedly painted a room red with blood.

Y/N chuckled lightly, “I’ll be fine, Decker. There shouldn’t be anything to worry about, not when you guys have my back,” She tried to reassure Chloe, who wasn’t too convinced. She didn’t want anyone on the team to get hurt. “I mean there’s the devil himself, his ninja bartender and the legendary detective,” She pointed at everyone in the van and then looked at Chloe again, “or so I’ve heard.”

“Eyes on the suspect. He’s entered Lux!” Dan interrupted them and caught everybody’s attention. It was time to play.

Maze looked at the screens in the van and sure as hell, she saw the suspect on one of them. He was looking around himself in the club while making his way to the bar. “Good luck, Y/N,” Maze wished her all the best and watched her hop out of the car in her short, red dress. She looked amazing tonight, with her hair done and with all the right bling. Perhaps Maze’s attitude towards the new face surprised some, maybe not, but Maze knew she liked her so far. There was just something about her.

Once the van doors closed, Lucifer just had to say something regarding his favourite demon and the pretty woman that had joined the team. “Well, well, well, Mazikeen, someone’s happy about the new company!”

“Oh, shut up, Lucifer.”

                                      Heads turned to look at the beauty that walked into Lux in her high heels and red dress. Nobody could’ve ever suspected Y/N was working for the LAPD. She was a beauty queen and it was sure to catch the reaper’s attention. She knew how to get him on a hook. So she headed to the bar where she saw him, in the flesh for the first time. She stopped for a moment to just look at him. The man had short, black hair, stylish dark clothes and a beautiful tan. If she didn’t know any better, she could’ve found him charming. But she knew he was a manipulative, sociopathic killer. For now, she put on a smile and leaned against the bar. “A whisky, please! I’ve had the worst week of my life!” She ordered a drink and made sure the reaper heard she was stressed. She hoped it would catch his interest. Almost too easily, she felt his eyes burning on her exposed skin. Y/N dared to tilt her head and face him, which sent shivers down her spine. She was so close to catching him, she just needed to play a little more. She knew he wasn’t here alone, and she wanted to catch all his dirty goons as well.

“How come such a beautiful lady as yourself be so stressed?” He smiled. Sick bastard, he fell for it!

Y/N sighed and checked him out at the same time, appearing flirty although she was searching for weapons. “Oh, I’ve fucked up. It’s like everything I did just made things worse! I mean, first my boyfriend dumped me and left me with bills and- I’m sorry, oh my God, I shouldn’t bother you about it,” She stopped complaining as her drink arrived. Before Y/N could pay, the reaper pulled out his wallet and opened it to grab money. For a split second, she saw his ID and got a name, Henry Bill McCallister. If it was real, she had no idea. He paid for her and ordered a similar drink to himself as well.

“You shouldn’t have,”

“It was my pleasure, darling. What’s your name?”

Y/N pretended to be flattered by his generosity, but she knew it was his way of getting a victim in a bag. Little did he know he had walked right into his own trap. “I’m Y/N, and you?”

“Call me Jonathan. Now, Y/N, would you like to take a seat with me?” He used a different name than the one on his ID. What a smooth, disgusting liar.

Perfect! It all went a bit too well, but Y/N didn’t complain as she sat down in a booth with him further away from the bar. She was cornered, which wasn’t the smartest move, but she was confident, even as she sat between a serial killer and the wall. By glancing around quickly, she noticed at least three men looking at them, trying to be sneaky. They had to be part of this! Maybe if they had their eyes elsewhere, they would know the place was heavily watched by SWAT teams who were ready to burst at the moment they got orders to.

“Do you want to talk about your terrible week?” ‘Jonathan’ asked her, pretending to be concerned.

Y/N took a sip of her drink and tried to think of some lies to catch his genuine interest. “Sure, but stop me if I bore you, okay?” And just like that, she came up with lie after lie about how her life had turned upside down in a week – losing her boyfriend, job and getting swarmed by bills and debt. Then suddenly, she felt the man’s hand on her thigh which surprised her. She looked down to see his hand nearing her, which at first glance seemed flirty but she knew she had a gun right underneath the dress, hidden well but he could definitely feel it if he touched the right spot.

“Let me take your mind elsewhere tonight, okay?” He suggested seductively. Y/N forced a smile and nodded. The man leaned closer to her ear and she expected him to whisper dirty little things to her, but it was far from what he did. “Why does a pretty little thing like you have a gun underneath her dress, hm?”

Fuck, she knew she had to act rapidly now. She couldn’t afford to let him or his goons leave or hurt anyone in the club. “Wanna guess?”

Before anyone could say another word, the three men who had just watched before walked over. The reaper grabbed Y/N’s gun and took it away from her. Y/N wasn’t too worried yet, so she played along while making sure he didn’t use it to shoot anyone. “Listen, you’re going to stand up and leave with us, do you understand?”

“I understand, asshole, but it doesn’t mean I will obey,” Y/N spat and coldly punched him in the face, cracking the man’s nose which made a disgusting ound. He grunted out in pain and loosened his grip on the gun, which then fell underneath the table. The goons attempted to grab her but the reaper himself was between them, so she stood up on the chair and used the extra height to kick the first man approaching her. He stumbled backwards, giving Y/N time to step on the reaper’s groin area painfully as she grabbed her other gun that was in her purse. “LAPD! Get down!” Y/N warned everyone and sure as hell, the scene caught people’s attention. Suddenly, adrenaline levels skyrocketed inside her and she was determined to fight them. The two other goons froze as they saw the gun, but it didn’t seem to startle the main suspect. He pushed her legs, so Y/N fell on top of the table. She hit her face on the hard surface and sure enough, her tooth cut her lip and she spat out blood that put an irony taste in her mouth. Luckily, it wasn’t that bad and the adrenaline took the pain away. As she got up, they all tried to run off but not on her watch. She grabbed her heel and threw it straight at one of the goons, hitting the head hard, hard enough to make him fall down on the floor. She kicked her other heel away and ran after them. Other detectives who had been in the club undercover, watching the situation, caught the goons but no one got the reaper. He had run into the elevator and it went up. “For fuck’s sake!” Y/N growled and hit the elevator doors angrily, which almost hurt, because she hadn’t made it in time. But she could see what floor the man went on. After a few seconds, the elevator came down empty and she hurried inside, pressing the buttons that would take her to the penthouse. She loaded her gun and was ready to shoot the moment the doors would open if the man was there.

But once she got up, she didn’t see a single soul. Now her heart was beating hard against her chest. The silence in the penthouse was almost eerie, but she knew damn well he was somewhere, hiding. “Come out, reaper, you sick bastard. We’ve got you now!” Y/N told him the harsh truth. Come on, where could he possibly go now? They were high up and he didn’t have a ride down. The entire building was surrounded by police. He was screwed, everyone knew that now. 

She just had to find him before he found her.

Y/N walked past the piano and she looked behind the bar, hoping to find him there. She didn’t. But before she could turn around, the reaper ran at her and grabbed her hair tightly and hit her head against the bar. Y/N grunted out in pain but it didn’t knock her out. In fact, the violence just made her angrier. Quickly, she grabbed a bottle from the bar. She turned around and leapt at him with all her weight, taking both him and her down on the floor. They rolled around once or twice which made her gun slide across the floor and his grip on her hair loosened. That's when the bottle came into play, she tried to hit his head with it but she missed, so only some glass cut his head. He tried to hit her in self-defence which just made the two of them roll around even more. Soon,  she found herself underneath him and her wrists were pinned above her head. The man was looking down at her with a sick smile. “You’re dead now-, “ He tried to start some lunatic speech but she wasn’t there to hear it. She kicked his back hard with her knee, sending him on the floor harshly. He landed on his chest and Y/N rolled over so she was on his back. She grabbed him arms and pinned them on his back. Then just out of spite, she twisted his arm so one move could break it but she kept it there, just to hear him scream out in pain.

“You should really rethink those words because it seems I’ve got you, not the other way around. You’re under arrest, you punk!”

The elevator doors opened and Y/N heard multiple footsteps approaching them. After she cuffed the man and got up, she saw the team behind them. Happily, she handed the suspect over to some officers who were taking him away. She knew she wouldn’t miss that face, until tomorrow of course. She was definitely going to interrogate him but first, he could spend a night in a cold cell. Lucifer made a joking complaint about the little mess they had caused in his home. “Couldn’t you beat him up in a slightly less messy way?”

Mazikeen rolled her eyes at Lucifer. Y/N was happy to see her actually. “I’m impressed, Y/N, I didn’t know you had it in you, you feisty girl,” Maze admitted with a smirk.

Y/N seemed to forget everyone else in the room. Gosh, something about Maze made her feel different, more badass almost and surely more confident. “I’m full of surprises, Mazikeen Smith.”

Maze raised her eyebrows and a playful glow lit in her eyes. “Surprise me then, detective Y/L/N.”

“Is it just me or are you two flirting? Cheeky little demon, I told you I saw something going on in the van earlier! And Maze was absolutely ready to run in here to save you, but you did well alone, didn’t you?” Lucifer tried to lighten up the mood but Chloe was quick to slap his arm.

“You’re unbelievable, Lucifer!” Chloe whisper-yelled, which didn’t really stop the devil.

Maze and Y/N just laughed it off. They had joked about those two earlier just as much. Nevertheless, what Lucifer said made Y/N happy. She knew Maze wouldn’t have admitted that herself. That woman had thick walls and a cool ulterior, but it had some cracks. Although they had only known each other for a few days, something was definitely there. It took a special woman to make Y/N’s heart flutter. “I don’t know, Maze. Are we flirting?” Y/N dared to be a bit more straightforward now. Thanks to the adrenaline kick, she felt invincible and only a good flirt could tame her hunger.

“I don’t know, maybe we should find out about that. Do you want an actual drink now or?” Maze suggested and quickly glanced at the elevator. It’s like the two of them had completely forgotten what had happened less than five minutes ago. Paperwork could wait, right?

“I’d love that! You’ll wrap it up here, or?” Y/N replied gladly and shamelessly grabbed Maze’s hand. Chloe just smiled and let them walk off, not sure if neither of them even heard her. The demon was a little bit surprised, but she didn’t mind being tugged into the elevator and down to the bar, where people were still shaken by what had happened. Everyone left up in the penthouse were just as shaken, surprised really. Perhaps dumbfounded was the correct word. They didn’t expect that to happen, but the demon and the new detective seemed to hit it off.

Maze took Y/N to the bar and decided to make the drinks herself. “Sit down. You have to see this”, Maze declared happily as she grabbed some bottles. Y/N knew she had time for a drink or two before she was busy again. Besides, the case was officially Decker’s so she didn’t technically have to return to the precinct tonight. Just like that, she celebrated a closed case with Maze who was a spectacular bartender as well! Who knew she could make such great drinks and be so much fun?

“So, about that surprise…” Maze returned to their previous conversation now that they both sat down together with their drinks. They sat by the booth nearest the bar and Maze had grabbed an entire top-shelf bottle there with them.

Y/N was almost convinced what Maze wanted so she decided to take a shot. “Close your eyes,” She told Maze with a low voice. Surprisingly, Maze obliged and closed her pretty eyes, giving Y/N time to sit down on her soft lap. Maze’s skin felt so warm against hers. Y/N cupped the demon’s face and closed the gap between them by pressing her lips against Maze’s. Mazikeen smiled into the kiss and grabbed Y/N’s thighs to pull her closer. The kiss got more heated and rougher very fast. Maze bit her bottom lip and tugged at it as they parted. “Surprised?”

“Hmm, sure. You’re not a bad kisser, Y/N.”

Y/N moved her hands from Maze’s face to her waist. “I have plenty of more surprises if you’re up for it.”

“As long as they’re as good as that one, I can’t wait!”

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it, anon, and everyone else! I can’t believe I haven’t written for Maze yet, I love her so much. I’d love to hear your feedback <3

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For a Polybomb prompt what about each of the boys are having a bad day, one after the other, so the other 2 get together to comfort the one having a bad day.

Dan let out an audible groan.  His headfalling back onto the couch cushion.  

His laptop had just died on him whilehe was working on his vocal layering tracks.

It was the third timetoday and from the looks of it, his laptop wasn’t coming back on again.  

Great.  

Now he had to go and bother one of hisfriends to see if they could figure out what was wrong before hecalled a technician.

As if his day needed to be any worsethan it already was.

He ended up arriving late to work becausehe forgot to set his alarm, having become used to having someone inbed with him to wake him up but it was one of the few nights thathe had slept alone and just forgot.

Grumping had ended up being a mess, hismind all over the place, unable to focus and missing cues from Arin and not providing anyentertaining commentary.  They had to scrap a handful of episodes.  

That made Dan feel awful, no matter howoften Arin assured him that it was okay.

Now he couldn’t make any progress on hismusic.

It was frustrating.

“Danny?”  

Dan opened his eyes and sat up to seeBrian and Arin standing before him.  

Brian handed him a mug of, what Danassumed to be tea, judging from the smell.

After taking it, Briansat down next to him, pressing into his side.  

Arin then picked up the dead laptop offof his lap and set it at the end of the couch, taking a seat on hisother side.

“You okay?”  Arin asked in aworried tone.

Dan let out a sigh before taking a sipfrom the mug.  He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth andtaste flow through him.  

Looking back up, he glanced at both ofhis boyfriends.  

“Been better.”  He said, answeringArin’s question.

“Wanna talk about it?”  Brianasked, placing an arm around Dan’s shoulders and gently pulling onhis curls.

Dan took another sip, thinking it over. He wasn’t one to voice complaints but that was because hedidn’t usually have anyone willing to listen.  

Arin and Brian were big oncommunication, especially between the three of them.

What withthe three of them having such a unique relationship.  

“It’s just…like everything seems tobe going wrong today and I’m over it.”  Dan said, tone full of exasperation.  

After listening to Dan recount his day,Arin leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

He took Dan’s hand intohis own, lacing there fingers together.  

“That really sucks, dude.”  

Dan couldn’t help but grin, as Briansnorted at Arin’s words.

They may now have an intimaterelationship with each other, but not much else had changed for them.

“How about Arin and I come and spendthe weekend at your place?  Take a break.”  

Dan looked at him, still thinking ofall the things he needed to do.  Not just him, but Brian and Arintoo.

“Is that alright?  I mean for youguys too and your families?”

Arin shrugged.  

“We’re all pretty busy but I thing weneed to do this.  At least before we reach burnout.  Suzy won’tmind.  She’s already said, I don’t spend enough time with you guys.”

“My wife will be out of town with thekid, so I’m good.”  Brian added.

Dan’s expression brightened.  

An entire weekend with his boyfriends. No work.  No pressure.  Just the three of them being together.

He was feeling better already.  

Sure not everything was solved but hecould worry about that later.  

For now he just wanted to spend timewith his two favorite people.

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Arin groaned, turning over.  

He let out a yelp as he suddenly foundhimself falling and landing roughly on the carpeted floor.  

“Fuck!” He swore, slowly sitting upand rubbing his now sore shoulder.

Blinking several times, Arin lookedaround, taking in his surroundings.  

He was alone in Dan’s room.  

The digital clock on the nightstand, hethankfully missed hitting, showed it was past noon.

Turning to his side, Arin winced,feeling a twinge in his lower back, as he reached for a pair ofdiscarded boxers in the corner.

He was relieved to see that they werehis.  He’d never get into a pair of Dan’s and Brian’s did fit butweren’t comfortable.

Pulling the garment on, Arin’s minddrifted.

Last night had been a bit rough forhim.  

He, Dan and Brian had really went atit.

Riding Dan for what felt like hours andhaving Brian fuck him afterwards, might’ve been a bit too much, toosoon.

He and his boyfriends hadn’t had muchalone time lately.  Which had made them somewhat overzealous in theiraffection towards each other.  

Especially, after Dan had had such abad day.  

Arin had been ready for any andeverything.  

Dinner, movies and sex with hisboyfriends had filled a craving Arin didn’t even realized he had.

Now he was paying for it.  

Using the bed for leverage, Arin pulledhimself up to his feet, gritting his teeth through the pain.  

Looking down at the bed, he brieflywondered how in the hell he fell out of it.  

Dan’s bed easily fit allthree of them with plenty of space left.  

Shrugging, Arin immediately regrettedthe movement, reminded of his tender shoulder.

He’d need to take something.  

Walking into the attached bathroom,Arin turned on the shower and pulled a bottle of generic painreliever from the medicine cabinet.  

Popping a couple of pills, he undressedand began to enter the shower.  

Dan and Brian were probably downstairspreparing lunch or something.

Arin suddenly cried out in shock as thewater hit him. 

It was freezing.  

“Goddammit.”  He muttered.  

Normally, he didn’t mind cold showersbut today was not one of those days.  He waited a few moments, hopingit would heat up but it never did.

Something must have been wrong with Dan’s water heater.

Arin clenched his teeth and steppedback under the spray.  Goosebumps instantly spreading on his skin ashe quickly washed himself and shampooed his hair, shivering theentire time.  

This was not his day.

Sometime later, Arin found himselfgroaning, staring at the scene before him.  

Dan and Brian had decided to take himto Disneyland, seeing how upset he was with the start of his day.  

It was the off season and they shouldhave had the park to themselves but wouldn’t you know, that everyelementary school seemed to decide to have a field trip at the sametime.  

There were kids everywhere.  Even Danlooked nervous and Brian seemed annoyed.  

Well, might as well make the most ofit. 

Arin grabbed both their hands and tugged them in the directionof the more adult rides.  

He was going to have fun no matterwhat.

Something in the universe was out to get him.  Arin was sure of it.

Turned out, most of the adult rides wereunder maintenance.  

“Sorry, Arin.”  Dan said, rubbinghis hand in small circles along Arin’s back.  

They were sitting on a bench together,people watching since there wasn’t too much else to do. 

Arin wasbent forward, leaning on his knees, staring hard at the ground.  

The day seemed to just keep gettingworse and it was killing his mood.  

Arin hated this.  

He just wanted to have a nice relaxingtime with his boyfriends.  Was that really too much to ask?

“Maybe we can go to Universal?” Dan offered, trying to cheer his partner up.  

Arin appreciated the effort but he waspretty much done.  

Sitting up, he offered Dan a smallsmile.  

“Don’t worry about it.  This day ispretty much a bust.”  

Dan nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, guess it was your turn for abad day, huh?”  He said with a smile.  

Arin’s smile widened, feeling his moodstarting to improve.

“Probably.  Your angst cloud musthave drifted over to me.”  

Dan gasped in an exaggerated way.  

“How dare you blame me for yourmisfortune.  I bring nothing but joy to your life and you know it.”

Arin laughed, leaning over, nudging hisshoulder into Dan.

“Keep telling yourself that, brah.”

“Glad to see you’re in a better mood.”

Arin turned to see Brian approachingthem, holding two dole whip floats and a small bag of churros.  

He handed them the floats and took aseat beside Arin.  

“Thanks for getting these, Bri.” Dan said, digging into the ice cream treat.  

Arin nodded.  

“Yeah, thanks.  The lines for thesecan be brutal.”  

Brian smiled, biting into a churro.  

“Anything to make your day even alittle better.”

Arin’s eyes softened, feeling his heartwarming.  

He leaned over, kissing Brian on thelips.  He then pulled back, smiling and licking the cinnamon from thechurro off of his mouth.

“I appreciate it.”

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“What the fuck!”  

Brian angrily slammed his hands downon the steering wheel.  

He leaned his head back against theheadrest, taking slow breaths.  

Getting angry wasn’t going to helpanything.  So, he had a flat tire.  It wasn’t the end of the world.

Just another notch in Brian’s turn fora bad day.  

Arin and Dan had joked about Brianbeing next and he had laughed along with them, knowing the chanceswere extremely low.  

But here he was.  

Granted it had taken a couple of daysto happen but it still happened and Brian was more than annoyed.

He had woken up on the wrong side ofthe bed.  Not in a bad mood, persay but feeling off.  

The smallest things were irritatinghim, though.  

Coco crapping in the house.  Being outof his favorite coffee.  Traffic backed up due to an accident.  Toomuch noise and movement in the office.  Somehow being overlooked forthe lunch food run.  

Dan and Arin had shared their mealswith him, while Greg had apologized profusely for forgetting to askhim.  

Now heading home, his tire went flat. He was lucky he managed to cross over three lanes and get off thehighway.  

Brian pulled out his phone and calledroad assistance, since he didn’t have a spare.  Something he’d beenmeaning to get for a while now.

After giving the operator his locationand insurance information he hung up and texted Dan and Arin. Letting them know what was going on.  

Dan said he’d wait with him, since hewas already headed in Brian’s direction, leaving work.  Arin livedin the opposite direction but insisted on meeting them at Brian’shome.  

Brian went along with it all.  Hedidn’t want to bother his boyfriends but it was nice to have theirattention and care.  Especially, with the continued souring of hismood and day.

Twenty minutes passed before Danarrived, pulling up behind him.  Getting out of the car, Brianwalked into his open arms, burying his face in Dan’s chest, wrappinghis arms around his waist.  

Dan kissed the top of his head.

“Hey, it’s okay, man.  Just a flat.” He said.

Brian didn’t reply.  

Unlike Arin and Dan, Brian didn’talways voice his problems.  Hypocritical of himself, seeing as hegreatly encouraged Arin and Dan to do so.  

Brian pulled back, feeling his phonegoing off in his pocket.

Looking down at his phone and seeinghis wife’s name on the screen, made him feel a bit better.  She and his daughterwere supposed to return tomorrow.

“Hello?”

Dan stood beside him as they leanedagainst Dan’s car.  He waited as Brian listened to the other end ofthe phone, his smile slowly fading and his expression becomingincreasingly upset.

“Okay.”  Brian said, his eyesclosing and his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.  

“Alright.  Yeah.  Love you, too. Bye.”  

Brian put the phone back into hispocket and sighed heavily.  Dan moved closer, taking Brian’s hand inhis own.  

“Everything alright?”  He asked.

Shaking his head, Brian leaned over,pressing into Dan’s side.  

“Their flight was delayed.  Blizzardor something. They have to stay for another week.”  

“Oh, man.  I’m sorry.  That sucks.” Dan said, pulling Brian into a hug.

“Yeah.  It does.”  He murmured, notbothering to return the hug.

A truck then pulled up behind Dan’scar.  Brian pulled out of Dan’s arms.

“That’s the assistant.  I’ll beback.”  

Dan watched him walk over to the manand lead him to his SUV, showing him the flat tire.  

After a few more seconds, Dan pulledout his phone and called Arin.

“Hello?”  

“Hey, Arin. Where are you right now?”

“At Brian’s.  Waiting on you guys. Everything good?”

Dan ran a hand through his hair,letting out a breath.

“Nah, man.  Brian’s having a badday.”

Arin let out a chuckle.  

“So, it’s his turn, huh?”  

“Yeah, I guess.  Better not say thatto him, though.”  

“Hmph, as if I would.  I’m sure it’dmake things worse.”  

“Totally.  Listen, you think youcould get dinner started for us?”

“You mean, Operation cheer Brianup?”

Dan smiled.  

“Sometimes it’s scary, how well youknow me.”

Arin laughed.  

“I’d be a terrible boyfriend andpartner if I didn’t.  But yeah, I’ll take care of everything.”

“Thanks, Ar.  We’ll see you in a bit. Love you.”

“Love you, too.  Tell Brian I lovehim.”

“Alright.  Bye.”

Dan put his phone away and looked up tosee Brian walking back towards him.  

“How is it?”  

Brian shrugged, returning to hisposition beside Dan.  

“He says it’s going to be aboutfifteen more minutes.”

“Well, I have some good news foryou.”  

Brian raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?  What is it?”

Dan smiled.

“I just got off the phone with Arin. He says he loves you, by the way.  Tonight is going to be yournight.”

“Is it now?”  Brian asked, hislips starting to curl up at the corners.  

“After the shitty day you’ve had, wethink you deserve a little TLC from your favorite guys.”

Brian smirked, his eyes shining withmischief.  

“Favorite guys?  Who might they be?”

Dan laughed, leaning down and gentlybutting his head against Brian’s.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.  You don’twant us to pamper you?”

Brian laughed.  

“No, I appreciate it.  After the day I’ve had,I could use something nice to look forward to.  A night with myboyfriends sounds really good.”

“Just good?”  

Brian rolled his eyes, smiling up athis partner.  

“Don’t push it, Danny.”

“Alright, Mr. Wec/ht.  You’re good togo.”  The man called out, walking towards them.

After signing some paperwork, Brianand Dan watched the truck drive off.  

Dan looked down at Brian.  

“Ready?”  

“Yeah, let’s go.  Best not keep Arinwaiting.”

Dan then cupped his cheek and leaneddown, capturing Brian’s lips in a kiss.

“Mmm, can’t wait to get you loose andrelaxed.”  Dan said, without thinking.

Brian smiled against his lips.  

“Those are usually my words.  Butlet’s see what you can do.”  

Dan pulled back, his face bright red. He shoved Brian towards his car.

“Oh my god, Brian!  You know what Imeant.  You fuck.”

“Or you fuck.”  Brian said with alaugh, walking towards his car.

Dan shook his head, climbing into hisown vehicle.  

Maybe they would change things up abit.  

[hopelessromantic1352]

Sappy Prompt #11 and #18 Combo - Thomas x Stephanie

This was a request from @alleksa16 for sappy prompts #11 "I thought you didn't want me." and #18 "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I hope it's good 😊 and of course, thank you so much for the request ❤Word count is 1,001

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"I thought you didn't want me." Stephanie eyed the disheveled man in front of her. Almost twenty four hours has passed, and she never could get him off her mind after their fight.

"Stephanie, you know that is not what I meant." Thomas can imagine that he looks like hell right now, but after she stormed out of his house he couldn't help but feel like he watched his whole world walk away.

His hair is mussed and his suit is wrinkled. The black tie is crooked and his eyes look red.

"What did you mean then, Thomas?"

He could see the hurt in her eyes, it made him feel even worse. It felt as if his heart shattered into a million pieces.

"I was frustrated with the script and I snapped." He runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep, ragged breath. "It doesn't justify how I reacted or what I said. But, I swear to you, I never would mean that."

She frowns. He doesn't blame her, he acted like a complete ass.

"When you offered to help, I was so frustrated with myself, that I didn't want you to come in and repair the damage I caused. I knew you would point out what was wrong and fix it the first time you read through it, but I was too stubborn and prideful to accept your assistance."

She knew he didn't hold all the fault. Stephanie reacted poorly to him snapping and acted immature by storming out instead of talking it out with him.

Her hands itched to reach out and straighten his tie. To run her fingers through his thick, black hair.

Deep down, she knew she was just being childish. She knew he didn't mean what he said. Thomas is they kind of man that gets focused on his job and when things don't go as well as he likes, he gets frustrated until he can fix the problem.

"I'm sorry." She takes a careful step towards him. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she closed the distance between them, one small step at a time.

Thomas doesn't dare move. He lets her take the initiative and waits.

Slowly, agonizingly slow, she reaches out to him, straightening his tie gently. One hand reaches up to his cheek, and she immediately notices that his stubble is longer than usual. Instinctively, he leans into her touch, nuzzling her palm.

He closes his eyes, savoring the moment.

Oh, how terrible he felt when he thought he lost her.

"I apologize, I never should have snapped like I did. You did no wrong." He opens his eyes and looks down at her. Her big blue eyes entrance him as her hand continues to gently caress his cheek. "Stephanie, when you walked out my front door, I thought I lost you forever. I truly thought I lost the only thing that makes my life worth living."

It seems as if he's seeing her for the first time. And she is a vision. Her curly hair is thrown into a messy bun on top of her beautiful head and she's wearing a cut off t-shirt.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His eyes trail down from hers to the sliver of exposed skin above the waistband of her shorts. He looks back up, locking eyes with her again, and flushes slightly at being caught.

She smirks, knowing exactly the effect she has on him. Gaining confidence, she moves closer to him, placing her hands behind his head, interlacing her fingers.

His eyes soften as he wraps his arms around her waist gently.

"I'm sorry I left like that. I was acting childish. I should've stayed so we could have talked things out." Her fingers play with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

Stephanie pulls him closer to her and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck.  When his longer than usual stubble scratches her ear, she realizes how much she missed him.

He relaxes into her, taking in a deep breath of her smell. Vanilla and coconut overwhelms his senses.

"I never want to lose you again." His arms tighten around her, hands slipping under her shirt, caressing her bare back.

"You won't." She pulls back, capturing his hungry lips in a loving embrace.

It wasn't a kiss full of lust or passion, but rather love and longing. Their lips moved together in perfect rhythm, before he nibbled on her bottom lip, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

When they break apart, he's smiling. His hair is still mussed and his suit is still wrinkled, but damn did he look good.

"I'd like to take you out tonight."

Her eyebrow raises and she looks him up and down skeptically.

"Like that?" Stephanie stifles a giggle, "Thomas, I'm surprised you came to my apartment in such a state."

He scowls and rolls his eyes, "I apologize, I was more worried about making sure I didn't let my whole life slip from my grasp."

She giggles, knowing he's attempting to guilt trip her. "Fine, then let's go."

His eyes widen, "You will absolutely not go anywhere like that." He motions to her shirt and short shorts.

"And why is that?" She crosses her arms, challenging him.

"Because, I do not want anyone else to see you like this. I want this," he motions to her body, "All for myself."

She smiles and bites her lip. "We could stay here. I'm sure I still have the bottle of scotch you gave me at The Last Duchess' wrap party."

"I believe that will suffice for the evening." He smiles a broad smile, one of those smiles that makes her heart do a somersault at the sight.

This is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Throughout the ups and downs. For better or for worse. She plays with the engagement ring on her left hand subconsciously.

For better or for worse.

[philosophiums]

ohhhhhhkayyyyy so here’s the second part of @requiemofkings‘ original espionage-ish au idea that i just... took a stab at. i have no idea where this is going and there’s currently no end in sight, so isn’t that great? 

anyway here’s part 1

and here’s some suspense to keep you waiting on the whole “Neil” situation

79 hours (and a time zone) earlier

Andrew’s hands fit perfectly on the hook of Neil’s hips, his fingers tipped into the indent of skin where the bone gives way to squishy flesh pretending to be as hard as the planes of Neil’s scarred stomach. In the dark room, Andrew has no qualms about dipping his head down to kiss the side of Neil’s neck, lips pressing just under the silver chain holding up his engagement ring. Neil hums and leans back into Andrew, his weight solid and warm – more than welcome.

“Sorry!” Nicky pants, bursting in as if he had used the slamming of his body into the door to slow down his momentum. Allison follows him, but there’s no apology from her, just a cool look cast around the room before she moves to stand beside Renee. Nicky continues apologizing as he walks over to Aaron. “Sorry, we got caught up in some minor details.”

Andrew makes sure that his cousin is unharmed despite how harried he looks, and when he’s sure that the fool isn’t bleeding or bruised anywhere visible, he returns his attention front, eyes cast to where Wymack is standing at the head of the room. Kevin is the man’s shadow, glaring around the room in a dare for another setback.

“Since we’re all here now, if we’re done with the dramatics, I would like to let you all know what our next mission is.” Wymack narrows his gaze at Nicky and Allison, and after another moment, he clicks on the presentation. All of these slide shows make Andrew feel like he’s back in junior high, but Neil seems to like the simplicity of continuing to do things the old fashioned way. They’ll all have dossiers to read later, detailing their own individual parts of the mission, yet for some reason, Wymack still insists on the waste of time that is such a broad overview.

“Alright, so we’re stepping away from the CIA for a moment and getting back to the FBI. They contracted us yesterday, and they want this handled as quickly as possible, but to keep it quiet. It’s not quite black ops level, but aim for being as covert as possible. Our target is Amelia Kallenbach.” A picture of the woman appears on the screen, illuminating the room with a sad smile and a wash of rich brown hair framing a face that could have been conventionally pretty twenty years ago with the right amount of makeup. “She’s the assistant of a man known only as ‘Mr. Jones.’ Kevin and I are assuming that’s an alias, and you all should be as well. We don’t know anything about him, except that he appears rather close to Ms. Kallenbach, keeps in close contact with someone via a phone number that remains constant, and runs a sex traffic ring.”

Andrew stiffens at that, and inside the box of his arms, Neil freezes, too. “I swear to god, if we have to infiltrate that…” Andrew doesn’t finish his warning, because he doesn’t think he needs to. He’s not letting any of his family or the rest of these assholes near something like that.

Wymack’s expression is firm but gentle. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. I think you’re all competent enough to keep it far away from that scenario. Anyway, our goal for right now is to get some information from Ms. Kallenbach, but mostly we need to put a tracker on her. Should be an easy in and out, one day affair. The whole mission is going to be longer, but we’ll take it one step at a time. Ms. Kallenbach is going to be at the Langham Hotel in Chicago this weekend. Luckily, there’s a convention in town at the same time, so two of you will be pretending to attend that and trying to intercept her before she disappears into her room.”

Kevin walks around the briefing room, handing out dossiers. The man used to be an excellent spy – the best of the best, really, which even Andrew will grudgingly admit. But he lost the entirety of the vision in his left eye on a mission, cutting his career short. Wymack had taken him in, given him a job close to the ground in exchange for Kevin’s help whipping his own employees into shape. Kevin is a harsh bastard, and most days Andrew wants nothing more than to beat his goddamn head in, but the man knows what he’s doing.

“I assigned everyone’s positions for this part of the mission,” Kevin starts once he’s handed the last dossier to Dan and returned to the front of the room. “Matt and Aaron, you’re on surveillance. I want eyes and ears everywhere. Ms. Kallenbach is known to travel with a large escort, most of whom we don’t have faces for. I want to know who’s moving and where, and what they’re saying. Dan, you’re backup. Getaway car, needed assistance, whatever; it’s all in the dossier. Just be ready to go in hot if you have to. Andrew and Neil are on point.”

Well… maybe the cocky bastard doesn’t always know what he’s doing.

“I’m sorry,” Allison says, drumming her fingers against her bicep, “what was that? You’re sending the monsters on point for information?” Thank god Allison’s throwing a fit, because Andrew’s not happy about it, either. Neil doesn’t seem to care, his shoulders relaxed where they’re resting against Andrew’s chest, but this particular maniac only ever seems to just want to be working – in any capacity possible.

“Yes,” Kevin says, and there’s nothing in his voice to indicate that he’s going to change his mind. “We’re all getting too comfortable in the roles we’ve settled into. If you can’t have a broad range of skills, then you’re going to end up predictable and dead.”

Andrew can understand why Allison is bitter, why Nicky is pouting and not trying to hide it. This is usually their thing, and they’re damn good at it. Fucking chameleons, the both of them. Allison has it easier, since there are far more hair and eye color options available to someone with fair skin, but Nicky can change his whole demeanor, his whole persona, and let it soak into him in just a few days. Andrew can’t do that. He’s always the heavy hitter, the killer. He and Neil are a deadly team with the highest kill count in the United States. They’ve never fucked up a hit, not even during their early days of not trusting each other – the job always came first.

“Allison,” Neil says, piping up for the first time in a few hours and relaxing some tension in Andrew’s chest, “Kevin’s right. Andrew and I need more practice blending in, and you and Nicky are going to have to learn how to aim a little better, too.” That last comment was probably directed more at Nicky, since Allison can brawl with the best of them. It did tend to be difficult hiding weapons in slinky dresses, though, which typically wound up being her problem.

“Fine.” Allison’s lips pinch together, but she doesn’t argue anymore. And thank god, because Andrew wants out of here.

Wymack flaps his hand and kicks on the lights. “Go read through your dossiers. We’ll reconvene in two hours to go over any questions that might pop up between now and then. Otherwise, Allison and Nicky are in charge of wardrobe for Andrew and Neil. Renee… well, you know what to do.” Renee’s smile is bemused but pleased. Andrew’s known her too long to trust that cross around her neck. “Alright, get out of here.”

Andrew pats Neil’s hip to signal to him to stand on his own two feet again, but Neil stays where he is for two more seconds before shifting his weight forward with a sigh. Andrew shifts his dossier to his left hand and tugs Neil’s sleeve, guiding him from the room.

They split off to the right, towards the staircase and the weight room waiting for them a floor lower. Wymack has made a base out of a small office space, clean and functional but nothing fancy. It works, and they have a business cover to displace any ties to the organizations who require their skillset, so that’s all that matters. Andrew would really just like to go home right now and fuck his new fiancé senseless, but they’ll have to make due until normal office hours are over. A shame, really, that this place is covered head to toe in cameras. Not even the supply closets are safe.

“If you’re worried about it, just say so,” Neil says, opening the door and flicking on the lights. There’s a bathroom connected to this room – the reason that Wymack chose it as the workout room – but the shower is a makeshift and shabby fix-job, and there’s no privacy for changing out. It’s why they’re here now, when everyone else is busy doing their own shit. Neil isn’t entirely uncomfortable in his skin anymore, but Andrew can tell that all of those scars, especially the ones inflicted by his own parents, still bother him.

Andrew walks into the bathroom and towards the filing cabinets that serve as lockers for their change of clothes. It’s a redneck solution, really, but it works. The fewer renovations to the office, the fewer questions from the other people who work in the building. “This is probably the safest job we’ve ever worked,” Andrew says, swapping out his turtleneck for a baggy muscle shirt. “The only thing I’m worried about is you getting trigger happy.”

Neil makes a face that Andrew barely catches, but they finish changing out without another word from either of them.

-----

Renee smiles when Andrew and Neil visit her for their gear, her head tipped up while she’s bent over one of her work stations. “You two look lively. Did Allison and Nicky treat you right?”

Neil snorts and deigns not to say anything, for once in his life. Andrew rolls his eyes. “If I wanted to dress like a monkey,” he says, “I wouldn’t be in this line of work. Please tell me you have something more worth my while.”

“I’m sure you both look handsome,” Renee assures, though she straightens up and motions them to follow her over to a different station upon Andrew’s request. “I think you’ll like them.”

Neil approaches the weapons, picking up his Walther compact and the larger P99 model, weighing them in his hands. He always insists on checking his own weapons, but he doesn’t bother prompting Andrew anymore to look over his Berettas. Andrew trusts Renee, far more than he trusts most people. He knows she’s good at her job and doesn’t have a vendetta against him, and that’s all that really matters.

He’s more interested in the tools and gadgets lined up on the other side of the table. “This is it?” There are only two devices. Usually, he and Neil get all of the cool shit, given the depth of their typical missions.

Renee lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s a small mission. You won’t need your usual amount of gear.”

“What if we do?”

“You’re not going in unarmed, Andrew, just downsized. And Dan will be on standby if you need assistance.”

Andrew frowns, not happy that he won’t be going in with his usual armament. Neil, who is only going to be lacking his overabundance of ammo, doesn’t seem nearly as upset. He just keeps checking his guns and Andrew’s, taking them apart to make sure that all the pieces are still there and functional. His ring sways from the chain around his neck as he bends over to lay out the pieces. It’s a simple band of silver with an inlaid string of diamonds, matching Andrew’s perfectly, except the inside of Neil’s band is scratched with the word pipedream, and the inside of Andrew’s says always.

“Walk me through it,” Andrew says, turning his attention back to Renee and the two devices placed on the work station.

-----

Matt hands Andrew his earpiece while Aaron talks Neil through the building’s layout one more time. Those two have been getting along better, lately – probably due to Neil’s action as the middleman between Aaron and Katelyn. They’re married, but Aaron doesn’t want to drag Katelyn into the mess that is being a freelance agent. So Neil puts himself at risk because he’s convinced that Katelyn’s family, too.

“We recently upgraded microphones,” Matt explains, swiping through his tablet while Andrew tucks the small piece into his ear, “because someone doesn’t like to wear a headset and we still need to know what he’s saying.” Matt says the accusation fondly while casting a glare over Andrew’s shoulder, though it’s evident that the aggravation over the matter is real. Andrew can relate. Neil just flips Matt off without looking away from Aaron.

“Now,” Matt flips the tablet around to show Andrew the map on the screen, “Aaron and I will be working from here,” he indicates a building, “but we’re hoping to get Dan a little closer. Your target is staying here, fifth floor, and we managed to snag you a room on the third. She’s already checked in, and she’ll be out of there Sunday morning.”

“I read the damn dossier,” Andrew says, feeling Neil come up behind him, arms hooking around his waist to draw back his temper.

Neil rests his chin on Andrew’s shoulder, humming softly in a mindless tune. It’s his anxiety, always kicking in at the start of the mission and never settled until they’re ass-deep in the work. “Keep an eye on her movements tomorrow morning,” Neil says, tipping his head to the side to study the screen of Matt’s tablet. “I want to know when she wakes up, if it’s with an alarm or a phone call from the front desk or what.”

Matt nods, and Andrew watches Aaron slip around behind the tall tech wizard to grab the shoulder bag that Allison made for Andrew. “We’ll try to keep Dan about five minutes away, but Chicago traffic is thick and unpredictable,” Aaron says, handing the bag over so that Andrew can sling it from his shoulder. “If everything goes as planned, you won’t need her and you can just walk down the street after the target leaves.”

The nod that Neil gives in response digs his chin into Andrew’s shoulder. “It’s just a quick in and out, like Wymack said. We’ll be on a plane home Sunday afternoon.”

Andrew isn’t quite as confident, but they’ve handled more difficult missions, so surely a quick information grab will be easy. “When is Kevin going to be in position?” he asks, directing the topic away from the deep end of cockiness.

Matt checks his watch. “Any moment now. As soon as he’s set up, you’re both clear to leave.”

With a sigh in Andrew’s ear, Neil slips away. Andrew follows the motion with a twist of his body in time to watch Neil take his engagement ring from around his neck, holding it out to Andrew. “We’re just business partners this time,” he reminds, voice full of longing and regret. Pinching his mouth, Andrew slips his own chain over his head, wrapping up the two pieces of jewelry and tucking them safely inside a pouch in his shoulder bag.

“Only for a weekend,” Andrew says, and is successful in getting Neil to smile.

[enkisstories]

The android cemetery (Chapter 12)

They were not done with the landfill yet, after all. Safely out of the floodlights’ reach Gavin had put up an improvised shelter from the rescue blankets he had brought. He had remained outside the lean-to himself, having a quiet smoke while allowing Daniel to gather himself. For some time it had been quiet in Gavin’s back, but now he heard noises. The man grinned, because the sounds were strongly suggesting that Daniel’s gathering himself had entered the kicking up the garbage and cursing humankind stage. Gavin finished his cigarette and turned around. And predictably Daniel was just sending a very surprised and very annoyed rat flying across the dump. “That wasn’t a human, though”, Gavin remarked. “But close enough.”

“And how’s YOUR relative doing?” Gavin asked, referring to the android corpse that was lying to both their feet. The PL600 hadn’t moved or so much as blinked since they had excavated it from deeper inside the landfill.

“That depends on whether he has lived a good life or was more like us”, Daniel answered. “He’s dead, Gavin. Soul fled, won’t return, sings with the angels and so on.”

Gavin let out a relieved sigh. So their efforts hadn’t been in vain, at least.

“Only complication, I accidently hit the corpse, too, when I fired into the shaft. It’s leaking thirium now.”

Curiously Gavin drew closer. They hunkered down next to the corpse where Daniel took advantage of the other PL600’s leakage by smearing the blue blood all over its shirt, arms and face.

“You wouldn’t have phone pictures of me?” Daniel asked while working on making the dead resemble himself after getting shot. “You know – from when I was in the archive? Nah, forget it. Stupid question.”

“You might want to ask Connor to share memories with you”, Gavin suggested. “And I don’t know why I said that now!”

“Good idea, though. Ask him to upload the images for you to open in a photo viewer! Then you and Tina can give the corpse the required finishing touches. Myself, I won’t get anywhere near the DPD before this isn’t out of the world.”

Gavin said nothing. How come his partner could be so damn unfazed while everything inside the human was like ice? Probably because there were so many PL600s in the USA. Unlike the RKs there were far too many of them for any two individuals to consider themselves close relatives. Gavin remembered that on the Adeline Daniel and Simon had not shown any interest in perceiving each other as siblings. Of course Daniel had accused the latter of drug smuggling, what had put quite a damper on their relationship… Anyway, another PL600 was no closer to Daniel than any Caucasian male would have been to Gavin.

The other way around, however… Gavin did not see a random out of commission PL600 lying on its back. Maybe if the other one had been walking around, speaking in a different mode of speech than Danny, wearing something other than the iconic uniform… but the way he was stretched out there, Gavin saw his boyfriend. Dead.

“Okay, that’s it. I think I did a pretty good job”, Daniel chatted away. “We’ll keep the legs attached for ease of transport, you can hack them off once you’re in the archive. Now help me smash the head in! Right here, please!”

“Help you do… what? And what was that about chopping off your legs? Daniel! I cannot do that!”

“Hello? Is that still Gavin Reed in there?” Daniel asked, pointing at his boyfriend’s head. “Why would you of all people be shy about cutting up an android?”

“Dammit, Danny! How come you cannot tell? It looks like you!”

“It isn…”

“Yes, I know, I know! It isn’t you. I still can’t do it!”

Daniel stared at his partner for several seconds. Eventually he asked, calmly, yet with an undertone Gavin could not quite place: “Do you love me or not?”

“I do! That’s why I cannot mutilate your twin.”

“So, you can’t.”

Still so deceptively calm… but the next moment Daniel grabbed Gavin and pushed him to the ground next to the dead PL600.

“I asked you if you love me while I’m sitting her ALIVE and need your assistance to STAY so, goddammit!” Daniel shouted. “This is serious and no time to get emotional! Or are you a fucking millennial?”

Gavin wasn’t. He was a “digital native” who felt uneasy in the presence of androids, as contrary as that sounded. And he also really, really, didn’t like getting doubted or, worse, getting pressed into the trash. The man brought up his knee, but it didn’t have the intended effect. Daniel switched off the drivers to the parts this particular move targeted whenever he left the house.

“That was low, Gavin”, Daniel growled while shaking the human.

Gavin kicked again, this time in an attempt to wiggle himself free. The man knew he was stronger than a PL600, but that knowledge did not do him any good when the environment was against him. Already the ground below Gavin was moving. There was a real chance that the trash below might give way and swallow its victim alive. But Daniel held his boyfriend in his grip and on the surface, if only to accuse him:

“Stunningly good looking family android, remember? That’s what you called me!” he shouted. “And now you do not want to damage that pretty face when you see it on someone else? It comes on newer models, too, you know! Maybe you’d love a BL100 better than me anyway! All the looks, none of the trouble…”

“I was “low” just now, but YOU dare ask if I love you?!” Gavin cried back. “Fuck, ey, you KNOW I do! I did so all the time when you were “without makeup”! I never deserted you… or conspired with a deviant army behind your back like SOMEONE I could name!”

“Grrrrrrrr…”

No more words, just that primeval growling. With his opponent allocating too much computing capacity into coming up with a reply that would shift the blame back to Gavin, the human saw his chance! He freed his arm and brought it up between them. Then he grabbed Daniel’s vest, to pull him down towards himself. And there their lips met, while they were laying with their heads half buried in the garbage and with Daniel still wearing the surveillance goggles.

“You are mine!” Gavin gasped after the kiss. “Don’t think even for a moment that anything could change that, because that’s the only choice that’s not fucking yours to make, deviant!”

Gavin took Daniel’s head in his hands. It was a little more fragile than one made of bone and the machine at work inside generated far less body heat. Gavin had noticed that last bit after he had held Daniel in his arms for the first time. Of course he had known about this little detail before that moment, but never really paid attention to it. After experiencing the sensation for the first time it had reinforced the man’s desire to make this co-worker his.

Fumbling with the headband Gavin at last managed to pull the goggles down. They were dangling around Daniel’s neck now and Gavin was able to look his partner into the eyes.

“I’m Gavin Reed, the selfish one”, he said. “If I want something, I take it. Sometimes there’s minor setbacks or I don’t understand what it really is that I want. But one thing I do not: make excuses. Not. Ever. If I wanted a BL100 or exclusive rights on Tina I’d take that.” The man paused, allowing what had been said to sink in before he added: “If there was someone else you’d know it.”

“Okay”, Daniel whispered. “I believe you.”

Feeling for each other’s faces… caressing the skin… swatting the occasional bug and centipede away, because this was still the goddamm landfill… kissing. When they parted again, Gavin’s lower legs were buried in plastic cups and bottles and wrapped in a torn kitchen apron. Daniel was sitting on him with half a solar system mobile dangling from his ear. They grinned at each other.

“You wanna make a Uranus joke first or shall I?” Gavin teased.

“No need for more jokes when we’ve just made fools of ourselves”, the android replied. He removed Neptune, Uranus, Saturn and Jupiter from his head, then asked: “What the hell happened?”

“You got jealous, my dear.”

“What? No way! I didn’t!”

“Jealous!”

“No!”

“Jealous! Jealous! Je-a-lous!” the man said in a sing-sang. Now that the episode was over it was hilariously amusing.

“Maybe… a little”, Daniel admitted. “And it’s totally a great relationship milestone!”

Daniel rolled off his partner and onto his back next to him as if they were about to watch the stars together. They needed a breather, but they also needed to get away from this place before it consumed what was left of their sanity.

Gavin moved his head towards Daniel’s shoulder.

“See?” he said. “No other android I’m cuddling with, least of all our prize body.”

“Really not? It was lying to your left.”

“No, to your right!”

“There is no android here…”

Gavin groped around for the PL600. There was none.

“There’s none here, either…”

The partners pushed themselves up in unison. Frantically they looked around and then they saw it: The ruckus they had made had sent deeper tiers of trash moving. Small crevices that had existed down below were getting filled, leaving behind free spots for different pieces of waste to pour into. Detroit’s domestic waste was swapping back and forth and on the wave the dead PL600 was drifting.

“Our android carcass gets away!” Gavin cried. “Quick! Grab it!”

Them getting back to their feet only served to accelerate the tectonic movement. Here and there the crust broke open, even. Gavin stepped in one of the gaps, but got grabbed and pulled out by Daniel. The PL600, however, slowly sank down another hole. They dived for it and Daniel got to grab it by one arm. Gavin held it while Daniel used his glove’s claws to dig through the trash until they could pull the body out together without running the danger of damaging it.

“That must have a deviant”, Gavin commented. “Even in death it tries to escape!”

Beyond caring about right or wrong Daniel laughed and the human joined in. They were once again in a place where they shouldn’t be, once again making inappropriate jokes.

“And to think that I was afraid of entering a museum room only yesterday”, Daniel mused.

“Oh, is it tomorrow already?”

“Yeah, past midnight.”

For some reason that was re-assuring. Neither man believed in the hour of ghosts or in pretty much any transcendental stuff, except when displaying acts of faith granted them freebies at festivals of various religions. Daniel also hoped there was some sort of afterlife, but that covered them both already as far as spirituality went. But despite this, the knowledge that from now on they were moving away from the darkness and towards dawn echoed in both men and touched some ancient part of all people. They were feeling their determination return and, in some strange way, also gratitude. But they would not have been able to say what they were feeling grateful for or even naming that sensation as what it was.

[blissedoutphil]

Dan The Personal Assistant Part 9

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

2874 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, smut

I guess one good thing about this corona virus pandemic is that I finally have some free time off work to write again omg. Hope yall are doing okay in these uncertain times, here’s a long overdue chapter finally!!

~ Part 8 ~

~Part 10~

or read on ao3!

Dan came in early the next day. He helped to tidy up the mess on his boss’s desk that was left and prepared his drink as usual. He felt a slight buzz of excitement and anticipation, not knowing what his boss would do now. Now that they’ve taken a step up in their relationship and had sex. He almost couldn’t believe it happened at all, but the stretch in his bum served as a reminder that it was indeed real. He’d gone home trying his best not to walk side to side, with his head in the clouds and butterflies in his stomach.

He hoped that Phil wouldn’t freak and draw a line between them again. But he could never guess with his boss; the man was unpredictable.

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Phil had a rather sleepless night. There was a small but persistent thought from the back of his mind that there was only one thing that could help him sleep, and that was to have someone next to him in bed. A warm and calm presence that would hug him tight. And not just anyone.

He’d spent the night thinking about his assistant. He couldn’t get him out of his mind, from the feeling of touching his soft skin to the sound of his sweet moans. Could this even be considered as love or even a crush, or was he just a disgusting man who can’t stop lusting?

He didn’t know where to go from here. But he knew that he didn’t regret his actions. In fact he wished he’d done it earlier. He thought it could be an exaggeration, but it honestly felt like a privilege that Dan allowed him to have sex with him.

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He trudged his way to his office, and was thankful to be greeted by the scent of his usual coffee ready for him.

“Morning, Sir!” Dan couldn’t quite stop his face from beaming as his boss entered the room.

“You’re rather cheery this morning,” Phil found his boy’s smile to be contagious as his lips perked up as well.

“Mmm guess I had a good night’s sleep,” Dan purred as he inched his way closer to Phil’s chair.

“I bet you did,” Phil chuckled, and ruffled Dan’s hair when the boy was within reach.

“Do you...need anything before you start the day, Sir?” Dan said suggestively.

Phil seemed to consider for a moment, before he took a sip of his coffee.

“It’s alright, pet.”

Dan tried not to look disappointed.

“Thank you for helping to clear my desk, though, what a good boy I have,” Phil added cheekily to rid Dan of his pout.

He giggled at how Dan’s cheeks turned pink instead.

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Dan knew he shouldn’t be expecting things to turn 180 degrees just because they’ve had sex once. Obviously Phil couldn’t drop his work to spend all day fucking him, he knew that. He was hired mostly as a stress reliever, not a distraction. But Dan will be damned if he continued denying himself of what he now knows as the best sex he could possibly have, and that’s saying a lot since he’s had a lot of sex with different people in his life.

Perhaps it was because he’d never loved any of his fuckbuddies this way before.

He left his boss alone to do his work undisturbed for most of the morning, until it was almost lunchtime.

“I can help order in something for lunch,” he offered, which Phil was grateful for as he had too much work to focus on to even think about food.

“What do you want to have?”

Phil side-eyed his boy, who’d crawled over to sit on his heels right by his knee. He squinted at those big brown eyes staring up at him. He sounded a bit too suggestive for the question to be just an innocent one.

“That Mexican place again is fine for me,” he replied blankly, half hoping that Dan wouldn’t continue whatever it was his mind was planning.

The boy got busy for a a minute ordering on his phone, but he was quick and was by his side again in no time.

“You should take a break, Sir, it’s lunchtime after all,” Dan purred, gently putting his hands on his boss’s shoulders and beginning to massage him.

Boy’s getting brave, Phil thought. He still had a small part of him afraid to take things further, but in that moment, with his boy expertly soothing out the tensions in his shoulders, he decided that if he can’t take the lead, maybe he’ll let Dan do it and see where he takes them instead.

So Phil leaned back in his seat and allowed himself to be immersed in the massage.

Dan was stood behind Phil’s chair, and he contemplated his next moves while kneading the knots out of Phil’s shoulders. He wanted so badly a repeat of the previous day, as desperate as it seemed. And he really was desperate enough that in this moment, he was over being shy or scared anymore. But he knew that he had to be careful in how to get what he wanted.

“So many knots,” he commented, “you need to relax more, you’re so stressed all the time.”

“Well thanks for helping me relax,” Phil murmured as he sunk further in his seat, closing his eyes and allowing himself to stop worrying about work for a bit.

“It’s what I’m here for, aren’t I?” Dan chuckled.

“Mmm,” Phil hummed in agreement.

“I can help you relax in other ways,” Dan suggested quietly, his hands on the back of Phil’s neck slowing down.

“And what would that be?” Phil asked, wanting to see how far Dan could take things.

Dan was rather nervous, unsure if Phil would be okay with him making a move. Phil was usually the one who initiated their play. But he took Phil’s question as a green light.

So he slowly walked around the chair to straddle his boss.

Phil looked up at Dan in what Dan thought was surprise and amusement, but there was no rejection, so Dan decided that he’d just go for it today.

He slowly sat on Phil’s lap, holding onto Phil’s shoulders for balance and maintaining eye contact despite feeling his heart go wild with nerves. Phil’s hands landed gently on his waist, fitting perfectly there as if they were made to mould together. His blue eyes staring up at him were inquisitive, as if waiting to see what he’d do next.

“Use me again,” Dan whispered.

Phil could feel Dan’s breath against his lips as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Phil’s grip on his waist tightened, and it felt like deja vu for both of them.

“Please,” Dan blushed, biting on his bottom lip as his gaze flickered between his boss’s eyes and lips.

Dan swallowed thickly. He’s had enough of waiting. In that moment, he couldn’t care less if he’d be thrown out and jobless the next day. It would drive him crazy if he had to stop himself from having just a taste of what’s right in front of him, mere centimetres apart, yet again.

Before he could second guess himself again, he closed the gap between them. His heart was pounding and it felt like time had stopped, but it was a mere peck on Phil’s lips.

His eyes fluttered back open just as quickly as they’d closed. He licked his own lips, feeling the lingering pressure of that one second of pure bliss of Phil’s lips against his. It was the lightest and quickest kiss he’s ever had, yet the most intimate one he’s ever felt.

Phil was looking back at Dan in surprise. At the back of his mind, he sort of always knew that Dan would be the one to break and make the first move before he could even dare to think of doing it, yet he still couldn’t quite believe what had just occured.

The butterflies in Dan’s stomach were having a riot, and his mind was racing with thoughts, mostly afraid that Phil would be angry with him for crossing some line. Besides the mild surprise on his face, Phil hadn’t done or said anything and Dan had no idea what Phil could possibly be feeling. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like they were both sat in quiet shock for ages.

The silence caused Dan to grow anxious, and he had to break it before it got too much for him.

“I’m sorr-”

Before Dan could even let his words out, Phil had lunged forward to kiss Dan again. It was as if a switch in his mind finally clicked, and now all he could think of is that there is nothing more he wanted in the world in this moment than to kiss his boy. There hasn’t been anything more he wanted in a while.

Dan was taken aback, his eyes going wide for a second as he registered what was happening before shutting them again. Phil wasn’t holding back, his lips pressed hard against Dan’s and he started licking at Dan’s lips to get him to open up for him. Dan held onto Phil’s shoulders as he felt himself being pushed backwards by Phil’s sheer force.

Dan opened his mouth, letting Phil in to dominate the kiss. Phil tasted of the coffee he made in the morning, and his lips fit perfectly with Dan’s.

Phil refused to let his mind convince him that this is a bad idea. He didn’t care, not right now anyways. Not when Dan tasted so sweet, sounded so eager with his little breathy whines. All he could focus on was Dan, his weight on his lap and his hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Not that Dan would fall if he let go of his shoulders when Phil’s own hard grip on Dan’s waist was bound to leave marks.

Phil never wanted to break the kiss. His other hand fit firmly around the back of Dan’s neck to keep him there. He bit on Dan’s bottom lip, and his cock twitched at the sound of Dan’s whimper.

He finally let go of Dan when he really needed air. They both panted, still fuzzy and in slight disbelief of what just happened.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Phil uttered as he hastily unzipped his pants while Dan reached behind himself to get the lube out of the desk drawer.

They were both feeling too impatient to take their time doing proper preparations. They drizzled some lube onto their fingers and Phil quickly slicked up his cock while Dan stuck two fingers into himself.

“’m ready,” Dan said almost immediately, not wanting to waste another second.

“You sure?”

He honestly still felt stretched from the sex they had yesterday, and didn’t feel the need to prep any more. He liked to feel the sting anyway. He nodded frantically, getting lube on Phil’s suit as he gripped Phil’s shoulder.

“Ride me, then,” Phil ordered, a little breathlessly.

Dan lifted his hips, both hands on Phil’s shoulders to steady himself, Phil’s hands on his hips guiding him.

In one smooth movement, he sat all the way down on his boss’s cock, and both moaned in sync. Phil dug his nails into his boy’s soft skin at his hips, keeping him still as he started thrusting up into the boy.

Dan threw his head back and moaned. It felt so good, and he felt even more full being in this position compared to their time yesterday. Dan was sure that the marks he’d have on his hips would be similar to those he’d leave on Phil’s shoulders.

Phil watched his boy’s reactions to his short hard thrusts up into his ass. His boy’s pale neck looked so tempting all exposed as his head was thrown back, so he let go of one side of Dan’s hips to grip at the back of Dan’s neck instead and bring him closer to his mouth. He relished in the way Dan groaned when he sunk his teeth into his neck.

“C’mon,” Phil grunted in between sucking hickeys, encouraging Dan to ride him.

Phil stopped thrusting his hips so Dan had to start moving. Dan started a pace of bouncing on his boss’s lap, moaning uncontrollably as Phil’s mouth moved lower onto his collarbone and upper chest.

Once Phil had had a taste, he couldn’t stop. Dan’s skin felt so tender and soft against his lips and he wanted to decorate every inch of it with marks. He’d wanted to do it since the first time Dan undressed for him.

Phil had to reluctantly stop kissing Dan’s skin though, only because he had to remind his boy of where they were, and that people might hear him. 

When he was satisfied with the hickeys he’d given, he sat back and decided to let Dan put all the effort and just enjoy the show.

Dan felt himself blush hard as he noticed that Phil was no longer focused on marking his skin, instead just sitting back and gazing up at him with a little smile on his face. He felt a little exposed, seeing as Phil was still fully clothed. His thighs trembled with the effort as he continued bouncing on Phil’s lap. He clenched his ass and rolled his hips as he rode his boss, making his boss groan lowly.

Phil admired the red marks he’d decorated all over his boy’s neck and collarbones. He moaned deep as his boy squeezed around his cock. He loved how his boy was looking all shy and innocent, cheeks pink while behaving the total opposite as he bounced on his lap. His cock was leaking precum, standing between both their stomachs.

Phil leaned back into his seat further, changing his position just a bit, but enough for his cock to hit Dan’s prostate directly. It sent Dan’s eyes rolling back, and he bit his lip to stifle his loud moan. He ground down harder on his boss’s cock.

Phil wrapped his hand loosely at the head of Dan’s cock. Dan whined, needing more friction on his shaft. But Phil simply smirked cheekily, not moving his hand lower.

“Fuck into my hand to get yourself to come, yeah that’s it,” Phil instructed, so Dan had to move almost all the way off of Phil’s cock for his own cock to receive a stroke from Phil’s hand.

Dan’s body sheened with sweat as he repeated the movements of sitting almost all the way up to get jerked off by Phil, then moving back down to sit fully on Phil’s cock. He was panting and grunting, but the pleasure was worth the workout.

It felt amazing for Phil, and he didn’t even need to do anything but sit there and admire his boy hard at work to pleasure both of them. His other hand snaked up to Dan’s chest and started tugging on one nipple.

Dan whimpered at all the sensations. He slumped his forehead onto his hand on Phil’s shoulder as he sped up his movements, feeling his orgasm approaching quicker with every time his prostate was pressed against as he sat down on Phil’s cock, every time Phil’s hand squeezed his shaft as he sat up, every time Phil pinched and twisted his nipples.

“Gonna come, Sir,” he told Phil breathlessly.

“Don’t you get a drop on my suit,” Phil warned, but he started jerking Dan off earnestly.

Dan whimpered and whined as Phil started thrusting his hips again, helping him reach his orgasm.

“Gonna-” 

Dan was interrupted by Phil’s lips pressed against his once again. Just as Phil’s tongue slipped between his lips, he came. He felt Phil aim his dick to spurt onto his own stomach, the same time he felt his heart burst with emotions he couldn’t even comprehend in the moment. Phil started groaning into his mouth, and he felt warm liquid fill his ass up too. 

They kissed each other through their orgasms until they both calmed down. Dan was panting when Phil finally broke the kiss. He could feel Phil’s hand still wrapped loosely around his softening dick, so he looked down to see the mess he’d spilled onto Phil’s hand and his stomach.

He smiled cheekily as he took Phil’s wrist, “Didn’t get any on your suit.”

Phil chuckled as he watched his boy lick his own cum off his fingers. “You’re a cheeky little cumslut, aren’t you?”

Dan answered by sucking Phil’s thumb, swirling his tongue around the digit in his mouth while blinking at him innocently, and he felt Phil’s dick still in his ass twitch.

“Hope you’re more relaxed now,” Dan winked as he moved off of his boss’s lap.

He excused himself and went straight into the bathroom to silently squeal at the fact that he finally finally kissed Phil, staying in there until their food came.

Phil was rather glad that Dan hid himself in the bathroom, because he needed time alone to process what happened too. But for once, he never had conflicting thoughts or any negativity creeping into his mind about how things could fall apart. In fact, for the first time, he was convinced that everything would be alright between them.

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~Part 8~

~Part 10~

I know it’s not much after disappearing for ages but hey!! they finally kissed!! ＼(>o<)ノ

[blissedoutphil]

Dan the Personal Assistant

Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

Happy 2019! May this year bring shorter hiatuses from me (and d&p too lmao)

I loved this prompt and I’m happy to finally be able to write it! Sorry you had to wait months for it :’’)

4037 words of dom!Phil, sub!Dan, humiliation, blowjob

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~Part 2~

Dan fiddled with the cufflink on his shirt. Nervous would be an understatement for how he was feeling at the moment. He absolutely cannot mess this up.

Sitting in the waiting area, Dan glanced over to see his competition. All the other applicants seemed way more suitable for the job. They looked poised, calm, confident. Ready to start the job immediately. Meanwhile his hair was still a curly mess, his cheap shirt crumpled. He wasn’t sure how he passed the first round of application if these people around him were what the company was looking for.

He’d arrived later than he was supposed to and missed his interview slot, so he was expected to be turned away immediately. But apparently the company President still wanted to meet him, so there he was, about to go for his first job interview in a year. He might finally be employed again. Properly employed, instead of working random odd jobs just to survive. He watched as the final applicant before him entered the room.

Dan gulped, running through common interview questions in his head. What are his strengths? Nothing. What are his weaknesses? Everything? Was his job submission video even good enough to be able to get into this round? He could barely remember what he said in the video. He must’ve bullshitted his way through it and now he has to go even further down the spiral of lies he’d created.

Hell, Dan could barely remember even submitting the video. All he knew was that he was drunk on the final day to submit it, and his phone reminder set off to yell at him to submit it while he was enjoying a lazy drunken jack off. Dan had quickly emailed his submission so he could go back to masturbating, but til this moment he hadn’t checked if his email was proper and formal enough. He didn’t care, he must’ve done it right since he was there now anyway.

He almost jumped out of his seat when the door opened. The applicant before him gave a polite nod, and he nodded back. 

Get yourself together, damn it, Dan thought, If you can bullshit your way this far, you can certainly do it in there. He walked up to the door and knocked on it, mustering up as much confidence as he could.

He heard a faint Come in, and slowly opened the door to enter the room.

“Have a seat, Mr Howell,” The company President smiled at him.

“Th-thank you,” Dan stumbled and quickly sat down.

The boss didn’t look as intimidating as Dan had thought he would be. He wasn’t old, as he would expect an accountant with his own successful company to be. Perhaps in his mid-thirties, so just a little over ten years older than Dan. His smile was comforting, welcoming. And Dan couldn’t help but be transfixed by his striking blue eyes. Dan found himself relaxing into the seat. 

“So Mr Howell, first of all, congrats on passing the first round,” Mr Lester spoke, leaning back in his chair a little, “I quite enjoyed your video. You made it entertaining, unlike most submissions.”

Dan smiled, thanking him again.

“But I do feel like I still don’t know you well enough from the video itself. So maybe we can start this off with, why do you want this job?”

Dan cleared his throat a little. He was sure that he’d explained this part in his video, and he hadn’t prepared answers that were different to his video.

“Well, I did mention in the video that I think I’m suitable to be your assistant because I am meticulous. I, uh,” Dan paused, trying to come up with more half truths and recall what he’d mentioned in his video.

Mr Lester looked at him intently throughout his explanation, running his eyes up and down his face as if trying to memorise every little freckle and blemish. If it wasn’t an interview, Dan would’ve thought that Mr Lester was perhaps checking him out a little.

“Interesting,” Mr Lester offered after Dan finished speaking, “You explained that in your video? I must have missed that part then.”

Dan mentally slapped himself. The boss certainly did not sound like he bought his explanation.

“Yes I would definitely need my admin assistant to be meticulous, it’s probably the most important trait that they need to have in an accounting firm. Some applicants try out for this job when they’re the complete opposite of that,” Mr Lester shook his head and chuckled.

Dan didn’t know how to respond to that so he just chuckled uncomfortably back.

“I mean, I’ve received wrong formats of the video submission. Wrong versions. Many applicants coming to me crying and apologizing and asking me to accept a newer version. There’s no room for such mistakes in this company!”

Dan agreed, although now he was starting to get intimidated. He was slowly accepting the fact that he wouldn’t get the job, and he’d totally be fine with it. He was admittedly a careless person who could risk causing this man problems with his accounts, and he did not need that kind of trouble in his life, no matter how badly he needed the money.

“One person,” Mr Lester chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye, “even sent me a porn video of himself!”

“What?” Dan laughed, feeling horrified on behalf of that poor applicant.

Mr Lester held eye contact with him, making Dan feel small but somehow he couldn’t look away.

“I know right? I don’t know if he was aware of it at all, because he still hasn’t gotten back to me about it. Do you think those type of people are meticulous?”

Dan shook his head no, unsure where this interview was heading. Was there a need to talk about other applicants like this?

Mr Lester was silent, and Dan bit on his lip. Was he supposed to elaborate on his answer or something?

“Yeah no, I don’t think meticulous is a word to describe that kind of person,” Dan voiced it out in case the boss wanted to hear it instead of just seeing him shake his head.

“Then why did you call yourself meticulous?” Mr Lester’s voice dropped low, deep and intimidating.

But Dan didn’t understand his question. His confusion must have been clear on his face as Mr Lester looked slightly amused. The boss silently turned his computer screen to Dan’s direction.

Mr Lester looked on in amusement as the expression on the boy in front of him changed from confusion to horror in a matter of seconds. The colour drained from his face and his mouth fell open as he sat frozen in his seat.

On the computer screen was Dan having a threesome. A threesome that he had had the day before the video submission deadline. A threesome that he’d watched while jacking off drunk before being interrupted by his phone reminding him to submit his video.

“Oh, my favourite part’s coming,” Mr Lester said very casually.

Fuck. Dan wanted to die right there. This cannot be real. Perhaps if he pinched himself hard enough, he’d wake up from this nightmare. He wanted to leave immediately but his legs couldn’t even work.

Mr Lester’s favourite part of the video was apparently when Dan managed to ride two dicks at once. Dan in the video was moaning loud as he bounced on top of one man, another man flush against his back.

“I-I gotta-” Dan managed to utter as he shakily got up, tripping over his own feet at an attempt to rush out.

This cannot be happening. How had he managed to send that video instead? Dan wanted the ground to swallow him up.

“It’s a shame you gotta go because I was about to hire you!”

Dan froze for a second time. Was this man kidding? Wasn’t the humiliation enough already, now he gotta go even further in his convoluted way of teaching Dan a lesson on meticulousness?

“Was gonna give you a higher salary than the job you originally applied for, too.” 

“What do you mean?” Dan asked softly, daring himself to turn back to the boss.

“Sit back down and allow me to explain.”

Dan sighed. He wasn’t sure if he was able to face the man - the company’s fucking President - who watched him take two dicks up his ass ever again. But at the same time, his rent was overdue and he really needed the money.

He slowly sat back down but avoided eye contact, looking at his lap instead of the boss.

“I never expected to receive something like your video submission, but I am actually impressed by it, so I’m offering you to be my assistant. Not for admin though. Personal assistant, if you know what I mean,” Mr Lester leaned forward, looking dead serious.

Dan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was he being offered a job as a personal whore? Did this man really think Dan had no dignity in him?

“Like your personal whore or something?” Dan couldn’t help but sound offended.

“Well it does sound bad if you put it like that,” Phil chuckled sheepishly, “Let’s stick to personal assistant, yeah? I can give you a 5 figure salary for it.”

With the mention of money, Dan realised that he really did have zero dignity left.

Mr Lester took hiring him very seriously. Dan was given a contract and 3 days to read it all and sign it. He’d actually already accepted the job immediately, but Mr Lester really wanted to make sure that Dan knew what he was getting into even though he was excited that Dan was willing to do it.

Phil’s personal assistant, Dan read the top of the contract. He wondered if he would be Phil’s first ever PA, or if Phil got tired of his last one and Dan was lucky enough to accidentally submit his porn. Or if he had more PAs that Dan would be having threesomes with one day.

Reading the contract gave Dan the realisation that Phil was one kinky man. He wasn’t complaining though, he loved most of the kinks listed, and for 10 grand, he was willing to try out anything. Phil being hot was an added bonus, and Dan was honestly worried about how his first thought upon reading the kinks was that he wouldn’t mind doing it for Phil even if he wasn’t getting paid.

Dan returned to the office the next day with the signed contract, even though Phil kept asking him to give a proper think if he really wanted to do it.

But Dan really did want to do it. If he’s good at anything at all, it was sex. He would definitely enjoy this job more than some boring admin job. And why would he turn down getting paid to do what he’s good at, plus with the most attractive man he’s ever met?

Phil was more than delighted when he was finally assured that Dan was serious about accepting the offer. He sent Dan home with some instructions to start his first day of work proper the next day.

Dan had to come in an hour earlier than everyone else in the office everyday, in case Phil wanted a quickie before starting his day. Dan wondered why a man as rich and handsome as Phil doesn’t have a partner. But he didn’t dwell on it, he’s lucky that Phil was single because if not he might not have this job.

For once, Dan actually arrived on time. He was to go straight to Phil’s room, and he’d been given the key. He locked himself in the room, not sure if the rest of the office was meant to know his presence. Was he going to be Phil’s little secret? Or was Phil going to share him with other bored colleagues? He felt a tingle of excitement thinking about it.

Dan walked around the room, taking in the sight of his new workplace which he didn’t get to do much of during his other visits. Phil’s desk was huge at one end of the room. The walls of the room were all glass, overlooking the city. Dan gulped as he looked at the view, remembering that exhibition kink was listed in his contract. 

There were three little couches and a small coffee table in the centre of the room, and at the end of the room was a little pantry. There was even a connecting bathroom, which Dan was grateful for because he certainly did not want to have to leave the room and face other people in the office if he needed to pee.

Dan was standing in the mini pantry contemplating whether it was acceptable of him to make a coffee without permission on his first day of work when the door swung open.

He turned around in surprise, but relaxed when he saw Phil sauntering in.

“Good morning,” Dan said softly. He knew Phil was a nice man, but he can’t help still feeling a little intimidated by him.

“Good morning, Dan,” Phil smiled brightly at him, and Dan wondered how one can be so cheerful this early in the morning.

“Excited to start your new job?” Phil asked cheekily, smirking at Dan.

Dan blushed, but he couldn’t deny that he was excited, so he nodded shyly.

“Well then first things first, you need to be in proper attire. Your uniform, if you will,” Phil spoke as he busied himself to put away his bag and papers that he was carrying.

Dan looked on curiously, wondering what his uniform was. All blood rushed to his cheeks when Phil continued speaking.

“Strip.”

Dan looked at Phil wide eyed, he didn’t expect to be naked at all times. But the idea of it was very hot, and Dan gave a small nod before turning to head to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Phil asked, “Do it here.”

Dan’s cheeks were so warm he wondered if it was possible to blush this much. Phil was leaning against the desk, looking at him expectantly. Dan guessed that he should probably throw whatever little dignity he had left out of the glass wall, and he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone see you. Unless you want to. And except any unfortunate people spying into our window,” Phil chuckled, but his gaze was intense on Dan’s now naked top.

Dan awkwardly let his shirt fall to the floor, and his trousers followed suit. Lastly, he took off his underwear and awkwardly held it in front of his crotch. He glanced up shyly to see Phil smirking at him.

Phil walked up to him and took his underwear out of his hands.

“No need to hide anything,” Phil spoke as he circled Dan, observing his boy.

“Good to see that you’ve followed my instructions,” Phil commented, taking note of how well shaven his assistant’s body was.

When Phil seemed satisfied with what he saw, he went back to lean against his desk again.

“This is how I expect to see you every morning, understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Dan replied, feeling like it was only appropriate to address his boss as such.

Phil smiled, seemingly approving of being called Sir. He instructed Dan to keep his clothes in a drawer under the coffee table, and Dan hurriedly did so before standing awkwardly in front of his boss again.

Phil was now sat behind his desk, and Dan felt so exposed and vulnerable. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t turning him on. He willed himself not to get a boner this early in his job, it’d be embarrassing.

“Well we’ve still got a bit of time before the office opens. How’s about you show me how qualified you are for this job?” Phil said suggestively, rolling his chair back a bit.

Dan walked over and knelt between Phil’s legs, already guessing where this was going. He stared up at Phil innocently, awaiting instructions.

“Good boy,” Phil breathed, and nodded to give Dan permission to continue.

Dan slowly unzipped Phil’s pants. He’d done this many times in his life, and judging from all his random hookups, he was good at it. But he suddenly felt too aware of all his actions, felt like he really needed to do his best. Perhaps it was because he was getting paid for it this time and he did not want Phil to think he’s wasting money on someone who can’t even give a proper blowjob.

He gently tucked Phil out of his underwear, licking his lips when he saw that Phil was already half hard. He looked back up at Phil for approval. He wanted nothing more than to suck on Phil immediately. Maybe he is a cockslut, and what about it? But he thought that it was only right to let Phil take the lead, so he waited.

Phil gently threaded his hand through Dan’s curls and slowly guided his head to his cock, encouraging him with a smile. He’d watched Dan’s video more times than he’d like to admit, and ever since he saw Dan giving the two other men blowjobs, he couldn’t wait to get that pretty mouth around his own cock.

Dan happily went down, suckling on the tip. He hummed when Phil stroked his hair, loving the gentle touches. He tentatively brought his hand up and slowly wrapped it around the length that wasn’t in his mouth. Encouraged by a breathy moan by Phil, he started to suck further down.

Dan began bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks and licking the underside of Phil’s shaft. He held the base of Phil’s cock as he sucked. Dan had given plenty of blowjobs before, but he probably only ever encountered someone as big as Phil once or twice. He tried his best to go as far down as he could, but he couldn’t fit all of Phil in his mouth.

To compensate for the lack of deepthroating abilities, Dan fondled Phil’s balls and stroked the parts he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He started to worry that Phil might find him disappointing for not being able to suck all of him in. He even wondered if he was going to get fired.

But Phil was enjoying all of it, moaning every time Dan moved up and licked his slit before going back down.

“You’re really good at this, boy,” Phil complimented, and Dan almost keened at the praise.

All of Dan’s worries disappeared upon hearing his boss praise him, and feeling his hand tangle in his hair. Dan hummed gratefully. Phil could easily push his head down to force him to take all of him in, but he liked how instead of that, Phil was being really tender with him. Perhaps this job was going to be the easiest and most fun he’d ever have.

After a while, Dan went off of Phil completely for some air, lips smacking with a pop sound. He looked up at Phil with doe eyes as he stroked him. The sight of his boss staring down at him through half lidded eyes and panting through his slightly open mouth was perhaps the most beautiful sight Dan had ever seen.

Dan gave kitten licks to Phil’s tip, all the way down to his crotch and back up again before going to suck on him properly again. Phil was throbbing and heavy against Dan’s tongue, and he sucked harder to help Phil reach his orgasm faster.

Phil moaned at the sight below him. The boy’s a natural, he thought. He was so glad that Dan had accepted the job offer, and at the moment he felt like the luckiest person in the world to have come across Dan.

He felt his orgasm approaching, but resisted the urge to fuck into the boy’s mouth. He wanted to go slow on their first day, treat him gently. Once Dan got used to this new job, he’d then gradually go harder and push his limits.

So Phil just tugged on Dan’s hair lightly and muttered a warning that he was close. Dan hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Dan could taste the salty precum as he moved faster down Phil’s cock. He swallowed around him a couple of times, earning groans from Phil.

“Gonna come, boy,” Phil warned, voice gravelly.

That signalled Dan to suck harder as one hand massaged Phil’s balls while the other stroked the base of Phil’s cock.

With a tug of Dan’s hair and a loud moan, Phil came down Dan’s throat. Dan swallowed it all, breathing harshly through his nose. He continued sucking on Phil until he couldn’t feel any more cum spurt down his mouth.

Dan only got off of Phil when Phil’s grip on his hair loosened. A string of spit and cum connected Phil’s tip to his reddened bottom lip, and Phil chuckled fondly at the sight.

‘i’m so glad I hired you,” Phil slurred, and Dan smiled shyly.

Dan had gone hard from giving the blowjob, but he barely noticed his own need to come until now. He wasn’t sure if asking to return the favour was a good idea, or if he was even allowed to touch himself. His contract did state that he was only allowed to do things when given permission, so he just sat on his heels with his palms flat on his thighs.

“I promise I’ll try to do better next time, you’re just so. Big,” Dan admitted softly, cheeks turning pink.

“Oh I definitely expect you to get better with time, but don’t worry because I’ll make sure you’ll have enough practice,” Phil smirked, “but you did really good for your first time, you were more meticulous than I expected.”

Dan rolled his eyes fondly at Phil’s praise at the end.

“Well, I better get started on my work. That was a good start to the day,” Phil ruffled Dan’s hair as he spoke.

“Uh,” Dan tried to articulate his need to come by pointing to his own hard on.

Phil chuckled down at him, “You’re getting paid to get me off, not yourself.”

And just like that his intimidating boss was back, Dan thought, and he regretted even trying to ask him for help.

“No touching yourself, got it? I’ll decide when you’ve earned it.”

Dan gulped, “Yes, Sir.”

Phil laughed a little, “Aww don’t look so worried. You’ve definitely been good enough so far to earn yourself an orgasm, but I’m afraid I don’t have time to help you out right now. Perhaps during lunch.”

Dan hoped he’d be able to control himself that long. Perhaps this job wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought earlier.

“You’re free to do whatever in here when you’re not needed. Hide in the bathroom if someone’s about to enter, or not if you don’t care for other people seeing you naked.”

Dan ended up spending his time sitting on the rug near Phil’s desk and dozing off. He was still feeling a little conscious about being fully naked in front of his boss, so he mostly sat in front of the desk where Phil could barely see his crotch.

Phil was too busy to even make small talk, but Dan didn’t mind. He enjoyed the comfortable silence that was only broken by Phil typing on the keyboard.

His boner died down soon enough, but he spent lunch receiving the best handjob he’d ever gotten in his life. He was embarrassed to have came all over his boss’s hand, but Phil merely chuckled and called him cute.

“It’s alright, boy, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ll get used to all this soon enough,” Phil had reassured him.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly and Dan only had to hide in the bathroom once. Before he knew it, it was time to get dressed and head home.

Dan was certain that he was going to enjoy his new job. He couldn’t wait for the next day already. He can’t believe his fuck up and not being meticulous enough actually paid off.

yes I know I still have incomplete fics from last year but what do yall think about turning this into a series too? lmao let me know if I should continue it!

EDIT: Here’s Part 2!