Director's Office, SHIELD HQ
Agent Crawford inhaled her hazelnut coffee, gently blowing the steam, before taking the first heavenly sip. She sighed as she glanced at the package that had come for Director Johnson overnight. The secret relationship between her and Reyes was getting harder and harder to cover up.
But didn't Johnson cover for her so she could attend her nephew's christening? Then found a loophole for SHIELD to cover her student loans?
That alone made up for accidentally seeing what was in that package, Crawford mused, as took another sip of coffee.
"Hey Vanessa!" a bright voice interrupted.
"Director Johnson," Crawford almost spit out her drink. "You're in early!"
"So are you," Daisy observed, glancing around the room. "Oh, I was expecting this." She pounced on the nondescript box and scurried off to her private office.
Crawford placed her hand on her heart as she lowered her Team That Trusts mug.
Suddenly, Daisy poked her head back out. "And for the millionth time, it's Daisy. Director Johnson sounds like a tool." And she grinned brightly before shutting her door.
Agent Crawford hid a smile. This was why she'd always protect Daisy Johnson, sex toys and all.
Daisy suppressed a squeal of excitement as she tore open the package. The discreet pamphlet whispered it was a dilator set, for anal or vaginal use. There were 3 varying sizes, lubricant, antibacterial cleaner and a storage case.
"Ooh, a spray bottle," Daisy examined everything closely. Even with copious amounts of lube, Robbie was uncomfortable with her fingering him, and he'd complained about the plug she'd tried last night.
She picked up the smallest plug. It was tapered thinner than the one they'd tried and was hollowed to help with pressure.
"Very science-y," Daisy said, as she read through the instructions. Who would've thought that after everything- Hive, losing Lincoln, Coulson- that she'd be reading about the physics about bending Robbie over and stretching him.
Robbie made it through the first day of SHIELD's tactical and defensive driving class without cursing anyone out, so he considered that a win. His instructor, one Mr. Joey Gutierrez wasn't so positive and kept him back after everyone else filed out.
" Eres un idiota," Joey glared at Robbie, throwing that morning's assessment back at him.
"I'm here to drive," Robbie crumpled the paper. He'd burn the place down before he admitted that timed tests got him nervous.
"You have to get through the written portion first, or you're gonna fail." And with that pronouncement, Joey left.
"That didn't go too well," a new voice spoke up.
Robbie flushed when he saw Daisy walking in. "Gutierrez tattling to the Director?"
"No. Just came to inspect the new fleet of weaponized vehicles." Daisy quietly closed the door behind her.
"Huh?" Robbie's mind was still on the failed test, and he started pacing. Racing was part of his identity before he had the Rider. "If I fuck this up I won't get to drive the new SHIELD vehicles."
"Then don't fuck it up, Reyes." Daisy knew it was harsh but right now she was Director, not Robbie's girlfriend.
Robbie scowled as he balled up the failed test. "Thanks for the pep talk." He tossed the paper in the trash and moved to walk away.
"I didn't dismiss you," Daisy spoke up. So this is why May cautioned her against a relationship with an Agent. "It is expected you pass. Joey can help-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as Robbie walked faster to the door, slamming it behind him, the sound echoing.
Dinnertime was awkward.
"You think that was cool? Walking off on me like that?" Daisy asked as she washed up at the sink. Robbie had made her comfort food, tacos, but she was still pissed.
"You know I don't," Robbie avoided Daisy's eyes when she came to the table. He softened when he saw her fix her first taco. She piled on ground beef, sour cream, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and salsa.
She took an oversized bite, eyes closing when she tasted it. "You made salsa from scratch?" she spoke with her mouth full.
"It's not that hard," Robbie grunted. Daisy was as bad as Gabe, the way she ate.
Daisy bit back a smile. Robbie's frequent trips for missions made him roommate material, but it was his 'not that hard' salsa and 'it's no big deal' guacamole, that made him cross over to boyfriend material.
"You're lucky I haven't seen you grill yet, Reyes," Daisy licked her fingers clean. If Robbie could grill her a juicy burger, just a smidge under medium the way she liked, with the fixings, she'd be holding a gun to his head down the aisle.
Robbie glowered. Daisy's lightheartedness sometimes grated, especially when he had a bad day.
"You gonna tell me what's up?" Daisy reached for a napkin. "I'm not a mind reader."
And just like that, Robbie was angry again. "I'm not hungry. Don't feel like talking." And scraping his chair back, he strode away. "Taking a shower," he called back at her before closing the bedroom door. His words were terse, but he was trying. Counseling taught him that stalking off was as devastating as staying to argue.
Robbie stripped and went to the shower, and just as he entered, the bathroom door opened.
"I got something for you," Daisy ventured, the shower spray drowning her voice.
Robbie started washing up, her ingratiating tone was irritating.
"You gonna just ignore me?" Daisy's voice rose.
Robbie met her eyes through the shower door. "I need some privacy." It was one of their phrases that Daisy got from a couples counseling book. He could say it when he needed space, and she'd let him be, no questions asked, till he was ready.
Pain flashed in Daisy's eyes at the dismissal, and her shoulders slumped as she nodded and left.
Robbie turned the shower to scalding, needing the burn. It wasn't about privacy, not really, he wanted Daisy to give him what he needed. The Director.
Why couldn't Daisy recognize that? He couldn't ask her to dominate him, what did she think he was?
He glowered as he dried himself off, deliberately getting water on the bedroom rug, one of her pet peeves.
She just rolled her eyes at him when she saw him dripping, then slammed her laptop shut, going to take her shower.
Robbie knew he was being an ass when he deliberately pulled out some PJs he'd gotten from Jemma and Fitz for Christmas but never worn. The pattern was the periodic table, Jemma had explained excitedly whilst Fitz had added they glowed in the dark. Robbie figured they were trying to play him, no way in hell anyone would want a glow in the dark body next to them.
But Daisy didn't mention anything as she slid under the covers next to him, even after she yelped when she saw the eerie glow.
"I'll let Jem know you loved the PJs," was the only thing she said, and it vaguely sounded like a threat.
Robbie huffed in annoyance. She said she loved him, didn't she know what he needed? He punched his pillow.
"You okay over there?" Daisy's voice was quiet in the quiet night.
Robbie considered lying, saying he was, but he wanted to rile her up.
"Why would I be okay?" he said, peevishly. "Don't put yourself out figuring me out."
Daisy closed her eyes, knowing Robbie was pushing her, wanting to unravel all her patience till she snapped.
"I don't want to fight," Daisy said, softly. "This is new for both of us. All of it." She sighed. "I had a long day at work. I just-" she stopped, searching for the right words. "I just want to be your girl."
Robbie softened. "I'm sorry." He scooted closer. "I just like when you take over." He touched her hand. "And I hate asking."
"I like when you take care of me, too," Daisy turned on her side to face him. "I like forgetting."
Robbie reached out and stroked her face. "Yeah. Me too. But lately-" he bit his lip.
"Lately-?" Daisy nestled into his chest.
"I just don't want to think. Or feel. Or be," Robbie frowned. Damn, he sounded emo. "It's been a lot to deal with."
Daisy sighed and closed her eyes as tears threatened. This wasn't a competition, so she didn't say anything, about the pressure she'd been under. President Ellis was on her ass, the old guard at SHIELD was questioning her at every turn, while people either idealized her or hated her because she was Inhuman.
Who would take care of her while she was taking care of everybody else?
"I'm sorry," she whispered, swallowing the pain. "I can't be like that tonight." She was fed up with being in charge. "Sorry."
Robbie linked their hands, but remained silent, shame flooding him as he retreated into his mind.
He stayed close to Daisy till she fell asleep as his thoughts raced.
What kind of man was he, burdening his woman like this? He was supposed to protect Daisy and ease her troubles, not add to them.
Who was he anymore?
Robbie's eyes watered as anxiety overtook him. Oxygen drained from his lungs, and fearing he might have a panic attack, he rolled out of bed and laid on the rug so he wouldn't wake Daisy.
"This is bullshit," Robbie muttered, as he sank on the wet rug, and felt the damp seep into his skin.
How ironic. He'd decided to be an ass and get the room wet to piss off Daisy, and now he was laying in it.
Sighing, he got up and stripped out of the pajamas. He was stronger than this.
The brushed cotton wasn't that bad actually, he mused as he pulled on a white t-shirt, and some SHIELD shorts. He padded to the bathroom and opened up his cabinet. In there, behind a bottle of shaving cream, was a tiny brown prescription bottle, with a white label.
He'd been hiding it from Daisy, and from himself.
He always thought it was shit, the advice from the SHIELD therapists when they had no experience dealing with someone like him. Did they want to chance side effects with the Ghost Rider within him?
"Beats laying on the floor like a jackass," Robbie murmured.
He took the tiny white pill and in a moment of clarity, decided to rest it on the bathroom counter so Daisy could see it too. It was time he started sharing; bottling his feelings up, then throwing as a tantrum wasn't helping anything.
Feeling charitable, he decided to straighten up the counter. His side was neat, but Daisy's side was scattered with colorful bottles and lotions, and half-burned scented candles.
They should get some plants in the apartment, Robbie decided. Things grounded in earth, alive and thriving.
Robbie paused when he saw a black box hidden behind a jumbo bag of cotton balls. He opened the packaging and his lips parted when he saw the contents.
"A dilator set?" he read aloud. "Anal or vaginal?"
He reached for a bottle of lube, as an idea formed in his mind. Time to return the favor.
Daisy was asleep when a gentle movement in the bed awoke her. Rough hands were trailing up under her t-shirt and touching her nipples.
"Shhhh," a voice soothed. It was Robbie. "Let me make you feel good."
Daisy's eyes fluttered open, and in the moonlight filtering in, she saw Robbie above her, his eyes dark with desire.
His hands were kneading her breasts now, and she moaned, arching her back and pulling her shirt up for him.
"Good girl," Robbie praised, as she thrust her tits out. He bent down and licked a nipple, then sucked harder when she gasped. God, she was so soft and tasted so good. Her hands were in his hair now, tugging it while he suckled her.
"I need more," Daisy begged. Her nipples were sensitive, and Robbie knew how to play with them and get her wet. She pushed her shorts and panties down and kicked them off.
"Not so fast," Robbie gently bit her nipple. "I have something for you."
"Wait? What?" Daisy was in a haze of need. "I don't-"
Robbie flipped her easily and pushed her to the headboard. "I found your present for me." His hand smoothed down her back. "Ass in the air."
Daisy spread her legs and arched her back the way he liked, expecting him to spank her. She wasn't prepared for him parting her crease and then squirting lube. Robbie inserted a finger in gently, stretching her. "I love it. Thank you."
Daisy didn't answer, she wanted to just feel the sensations.
"I want you to wear the middle sized one," Robbie murmured, as he eased his finger out and brought out the anal plug. "Not too big, not too small. Just right." Daisy shuddered as more cool liquid dribbled on her skin. There was a slight pressure as he gently inserted the tip. It wasn't fun, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She kept breathing as he slowly stretched her.
"You good?" Robbie breathed, and when she nodded, he stretched her some more.
"Not so good," she gasped when it was halfway in. "More lube." Robbie was such a clean freak, he sometimes cared more about avoiding a mess than getting their sex toys lubed up. He fixed his mistake, and the final inch went in.
"I'm not done," Robbie's voice was raspy when she tried to move. "The largest plug is going in your pussy."
Daisy felt a jolt of heat go straight to her clit. She was soaking wet, but Robbie still added lube to the plug.
"Your cunt is so greedy," Robbie inserted the plug slowly, so she could hear the wet sounds it made. "You hear this?"
Daisy was holding on to the headboard, and breathing deeply. She needed Robbie to take over, to clear her mind from all of the stress she'd been under.
"Spank me," she whispered.
Robbie made sure both toys were snug in her holes before he caressed her ass. "How do you ask?"
Daisy's pussy walls were quivering against the plug, and sweat started to bead on her face. Why was he teasing her? "Please. Spank me, I need it."
"Good girl," he whispered, using both hands to knead her ass, now. "Do you want me to make it hurt?"
"Yes, Daddy," Daisy moaned as her eyes closed.
Robbie blinked.
Did she just call him-? He shook his head, this was her fantasy, not his.
"Answer properly," Robbie cracked her ass, his hand burning at the sting.
"Make it hurt, Daddy," she wriggled her ass. "Please."
"Good girl," Robbie spanked her again. "Daddy's girl like having a stuffed cunt and a stuffed ass?"
"Yes," she whimpered. "I need to cum."
"Beg. Like a good girl." His hand reached down and found her clit, and rubbed lazy circles.
"Please, Daddy," Daisy was writhing on his hand, she was so deliciously full. "Let me cum. I'll be good." Her cunt was clenching on the dilator and the plug in her ass was making her extra sensitive. "Please."
"There's a good girl," Robbie covered her so her ass was nestled on his cock and he was holding her tight, his face nuzzled in her neck. "Cum for Daddy." He bit her neck and she screamed as a fierce orgasm overtook her.
Robbie stroked her hair, inhaling her scent as she came back down. She twisted in his arms, eyes heavy-lidded but bright with desire.
"Thank you, Daddy," Daisy kissed him, gently at first, then more heated when his tongue slid is in her mouth. "I want a treat."
"Anything for my baby." Robbie dove headfirst into the fantasy. A daddy roleplay wasn't his cup of tea, but seeing Daisy so damn relaxed was worth it.
"Can I taste Daddy's cock?" Daisy bit his lip, her hands reaching to stroke him.
"Jesus Christ," Robbie moaned. "I should've spanked your ass harder. Tempting me like this." He knelt on the bed and fixed Daisy so his dick was at her mouth. "Open."
As soon as her mouth open, he thrust his dick in. Daisy sensed his urgency, and immediately brought her hands around the base of his cock, and started sucking him off.
"This is how I want you," Robbie carded his hands in her hair and pulled it. "Every hole filled. Nothing but a fuck toy for me."
Daisy closed her eyes and sucked up the precum that started leaking.
"When I come home tomorrow, I want you naked and your plugs in." Robbie already had ideas forming for the next night. "Can you do that?"
Daisy came off his cock with a pop and started stroking him. "I'll do anything if I can get Daddy's cum."
"Fuck," Robbie closed his eyes, as he held off an orgasm.
Gently, Daisy started sucking him again, her eyes wide as she watched his face. Robbie was breathing heavier, his eyes glued to her face.
She increased the pace, sucking and stroking him, and she noticed he kept starting to speak but stopping. On impulse, she massaged his balls then crept up to his back entrance.
"Get the lube," Robbie moaned, his cheeks flushing. He pulled out her mouth again, needing to hold off orgasming. No sooner had Daisy gotten her finger and his asshole slick, he pried her mouth open again, and started thrusting, fucking her mouth in earnest now.
"That's it, girl" Robbie's hands were tugging at her hair now. "Take all of it." Her finger slid in deeper, and he orgasmed hard, spurting in her mouth. "Fuck, drink all of Daddy's cum."
Daisy's pussy clenched on the plug as she tried to lap up as much semen as she could, not wanting to disappoint him. She kept sucking till he was dry, then cleaned his softening cock.
Robbie lay back on the bed, panting as their scene replayed in his mind.
"You alright?" his voice was raspy, and he pulled Daisy closer.
"I don't know," Daisy rubbed her eyes. "I don't know where that came from." She looked stunned.
Robbie leaned to the bedside table and got baby wipes to help clean her off. "Wherever it came from, we do it together."
Daisy nodded, still dazed.
They cleaned the toys and each other, and went to sleep in a tangle of limbs, and whispered promises.
The end of the week
"Great improvement, Reyes" Joey beamed. "Whatever you've been doing differently is working."
A smile played on Robbie's lips as he left the room.
He couldn't tell his instructor that he had the smallest size of a dilator set inserted in his ass; the constant pressure helped him concentrate. What would a man like Joey know about that anyway?
His dick swelled as he thought about Daisy, who was taking a half a vacation day. Apparently, she had a surprise for him.
Taking out his phone he sent her a quick text before he slid into the Hell Charger.
Be ready, baby girl. Daddy's coming home.
