#daisybabey

[callmehopeless]

Hello, dear! Itching for some of that cheeky goblin Ben Solo action, can you give it a scratch? 🥺 Perhaps with #33. “I really want to kiss you right now” from the smut prompt list? LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE WELL 🌼🌼🌼

He steps through the door and sees you there.

Flowing skirt and quiet music: spinning in the light of the buzzing kitchen bulb as the chorus moves through to the bridge. There’s this smile on your face - like a light coming right from inside your soul, and Ben’s just--

--holding his breath.

Loving you from somewhere so ancient and tender that he can hardly comprehend it.

You laugh, giddy and drunk on the feeling as you spin out, and Ben leans in at just the right time. Just the right time to snatch you from the air and pull you in close - embarrassed and wrinkling your nose as you throw your arms around him.

“I can’t believe you saw that!” you groan, huffing into his chest. Your breath sends his heart fluttering, and Ben can’t help but tip your chin up.

“Hey,” he swallows.

“Hey.”

“So, uh...” Ben nuzzles your cheek, and his heart speeds up as he whispers:

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes sparkle like nothing he’s ever seen before.

“Then kiss me, Ben.”

And oh, how he makes good on it.

[voidimpala]

Y for Peter Parker (adult of course haha) OR Steve Rogers if you write for him?? Much love to ya, babe! 🌼🌼🌼

YES YES YES!! I am happy to oblige. Love ya too Daisy! 💛✨ Anyway here are some headcanons for these fine Avengers men.

A/N: Peter will ALWAYS be in his 20s always in my writing.

Y: YEARNING

Having his spidey senses definitely heightens Peter’s sex drive. And you can easily tell when he is in the mood. For instance, he would walk up to you, move in closer, and whisper dirty little phrases in your ear when you’re doing something as simple as getting ready for the day or sipping your coffee in the morning. He isn’t afraid to pull that shit in public either just to rile you up. When Peter is horny you’ll be sure to find out one way or another. It would probably end up with your body being sore as ever the next morning. He’s not the innocent and nervous boy he used to be folks.

Stamina is pretty damn high for this super soldier. Steve wants you even more than usual after exhausting, grueling missions. That usually means sex with his suit still on. You’d be sitting on the couch watching your favorite show and he would easily just scoop you up, wrapping your legs against his waist, and you’d feel him harden against your core. He needs his release and that you are more than happy to give him. That being said, just because he’s got the “golden boy” persona, doesn't mean he’s not a little freaky behind closed doors.

[senaar-ika]

CONGRATZ ON YOUR 200 FOLLOWERS, DEAR EMPRESS *bows* 🖤❤️ You’re such a delight and I’m so proud of ya! Could you possibly indulge a daisy babe in a ship? 🥺 You’ve got a pretty good idea of me at this point: I love a drank, I love a dry humor, I love to do the art things. Whatcha think?

Oh daisy!!! I’m so grateful that our paths have crossed in this crazy world! Thank ya for your kind words! I lobe ya lots! 

When you smiled at him from across the bar, Clyde Logan almost dropped the bottle of liquor in his good hand. It ain’t often he gets all flustered at work, but you’re just about the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Once he works up the courage to go over and talk to you, he’s pleasantly surprised at your drink knowledge. You’re easy to talk to, unlike most people for Clyde, and you make him smile. When the two of y’all become official he call ya his “lil daisy gal.” 

Clyde adores your art. He might just be your biggest fan. He sends pictures of your work to Jimmy and Mellie, sometimes even showing the regulars at Duck Tape, just beaming with pride. When he’s around while you’re drawing, he likes to sit next to you and just watch. He’s amazed at your skill and talent, and how you create such stunning pictures with such ease. Sometimes you’ll draw him, and he gets awfully bashful when you do, which is adorable. 

Clyde really loves that you appreciate drinks just as much as he does, and sometime on slow nights he’ll let ya come behind the bar and whip up some fun cocktails. You make him laugh, making a show of pouring the liquor and doing a silly dance while you shake it up. You’re a little ball of joy, a flower that bloomed up into his life. 

[jynzandtonic]

A love letter from Professor!Charlie Barber for @daisybabey​ 💌

(cw: student/teacher relationship, general smut, femme reader)

My Darling Daisy,

I knew I was in trouble the moment you walked into my lecture hall—that dress swishing around your thighs, your little sketchbook tucked under your arm. How fortunate I was that you left that sketchbook behind one afternoon, that I found the portraits you’d drawn of me, that you were honest about your feelings when I asked. I’d never have imagined such a pretty young thing would want me the same way I wanted you. I still have to pinch myself sometimes—on those mornings before class when you wake up beside me and have to rush home, those late nights you’ve cast aside your homework to ride my cock. You’re luminous, sweetheart. And you’re all mine.

Come see me today; I’ve set aside some private office hours for you. We have some “important academic matters to discuss,” if you gather my meaning.

[jynzandtonic]

Z, you know I have to ask and beg and plead for some blurbs about our Professor Paterson and secret romance with his student 😭💦 (also hey did you know I FUCKING ADORE YOU MUAH MUAH KISSES)

(2/2) Wait actually I’m a mega asshole and forgot you don’t write for Paterson so please ignore meeeeee. Professor Barber instead?

                                           ......................

Okay, first off, you couldn’t be a “mega asshole” if you TRIED lololz, and uh... though I don’t really write for Paterson, I uh, have been writing a little of that particular AU because it lives rent free in my mind and I just... I... *dies*. Please accept these Professor Paterson thots.

Same spot. Every day. The same seat. Your little ritual. You enter the classroom, bag slung over your shoulder, coffee cup in hand, quietly claiming the seat in the back left corner.

It’s folded neatly—the well-worn page torn from its binding, ragged edges betraying the trembling hands that removed it.

It rests in your chair, awaiting your arrival.

Pumpkin.

The single word scrawled in pencil reveals nothing of the recipient, nor the sender... except to you.

Both of your hands have held this page.

You unfold it under the table.

At the touch of you,

As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,

The arrows of delight shot through my body.

You were spring,

And I the edge of a cliff,

And a shining waterfall rushed over me.

                      -WITTER BYNNER

He places his texts on the desk, clearing his throat to announce the beginning of class. The eyes of the students rise to meet him.

His Adam’s apple bobs heavily.

He only sees you.

[jynzandtonic]

Whoops GUESS WHO’S BACK BACK AGAIN I’m back in your inbox to ask: what poem does Prof. Paterson read to you while you’re tucked away in the back of the university library and he asks you to touch yourself OR what poem he has you read while he eats your pussy (and if you moan or stammer or break form he has you start over and you DEFINITELY don’t get to come until you make it all the way through). Or both. Both is good.

Okay, I just want to make it official—you’d be the first person I’d tell, anyway, but uhhh—I’m writing the Professor Paterson AU. Every chapter is written around a different poem, and there are twelve chapters in total. I literally woke up from a dream at 3am last night and typed the whole outline with all the poems. So, I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY! YOU DID THIS TO ME!

My answer to your question, unequivocally, is “Basket of Figs” by Ellen Bass. And yes, if you’re wondering, this is in the fic.

BASKET OF FIGS

Bring me your pain, love. Spread it out like fine rugs, silk sashes, warm eggs, cinnamon and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

the detail, the intricate embroidery on the collar, tiny shell buttons, the hem stitched the way you were taught, pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold still hot from your body. Empty your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, cradling it on my tongue like the slick seed of pomegranate. I would lift it

tenderly, as a great animal might carry a small one in the private cave of the mouth.

Tell me you aren’t ready for Paterson to give you head.

[jynzandtonic]

WHOOP IT’S YA GIRL POPPIN IN YOU SAY I FUGGIN LOVE U and I’m also just thinking about taking care of our dear stressed out Daniel... surprising him and work and crawling under that desk that is way too small for him anyway and unbuckling his pants and he whimpers a little and..... YEAH.

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE MOON AND STARS AND ICE COLD SAPPORO BEER, MY SWEET LITTLE SAKE BOMB <3

I, too, have been thinking about sweet boy Daniel...

About preparing a warm, fragrant bath for him to sink into when he comes home after a harrowing day, letting him lean back against your chest while you smooth over his skin with a soft, sudsy sponge and wash his beautiful black hair. About chilling a lavender-filled silk eye pillow in the freezer to rest on his face after he’s spent all day staring at a harsh computer screen... about giving him slow, attentive head while he sighs and whimpers and moans, all of his conscious attention focused on the way your mouth feels wrapped around him...

k bye good talk

[jynzandtonic]

Not me thinking about slow dancing with Charlie to “Autumn in New York” (the Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong version) in the middle of his kitchen in the LA apartment because he’s missing home and the way the season changes there. Not me. Nope couldn’t be.

Not me fucking SOBBING over this. Also, that version? Chef’s kiss.

CHARLIE FEELZ