#my wifey booo

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

°Anna Marie LeBeau- Uncanny X-Men 2024°

[screampied]

Ohmygosh missing a flight is one of my BIGGEST FEARS 😭😭 I’m glad that you still made it to your destination safely and had a good time!!

Colorado is dry and hot lol it’s considered a desert state but it’s also BUSYYYYY. I grew up in the Denver area and there are SOOOOO many people, I hate it lol the traffic is awful, it’s expensive and the people are mean. But that’s why I don’t live there anymore 🙂‍↔️ I can’t do big cities, I’m too anti-social for that lol

It was good to see the fam fs! I hadn’t seen my little siblings in almost a year and I practically raised those little gremlins so it was great to spend some time with them ❤️❤️

And I gotchu bbs, anyone who thinks you’d cheat on the wifey Hoshi is delulu 😤

Buuuuuuutt I just saw the sucking on Sukuna’s NIPNOPS FIC AND GIRL IM SQUEALING. Never knew I needed that in my life until now. Sheeeesssshhhhh 🥵🥵🥵

-🕷️

LITERALLY. it was my first time missing a flight and i missed them TWICE 🚶‍♀️‍➡️i’ve been in like so many airports that week it was chaotic booo but the trip made it all worth it so 👯‍♀️ !!! thank yewww mwah i appreciate it xo

oooo idk why but i thought it would be like cold hmmm. hopefully u stayed nice n warm bae 💓. i can relate, where im from it’s super humid n hot like all year round bleh. oomf real i can’t stand big cities bc of the ppl n stuff </3 glad ur out of there tho !!!! and awww so cute glad u spent lots of time w ur fam 🫂 awhhh the gremlin bbs.

SEE 🤏 this is why ur real 🤏 thank yew 😙

and TEHEHEHEJ IM GLAD U ENJOYED ty for reading i was def horny n felt like adding that lil detail 😞 wanna suck his tits so bad oomfffff

[biteofcherry]

Steve, Sir. My Captain, my love, my world.

I'll be a good wife, but do you have to be mean when I burn the cookies or don't clean the windows to a perfect shine? 🥺 I may start thinking I'm not good enough for you and run away, so you find yourself a more perfect, suitable wife 🥺

ugh, Navy, why do you do that to me?! You know I'm a weak hoe for Steve and yet you make me almost dislike him. Booo. Am I the wife that has it the worst out of all the wifeys at Haven?

Sweet as Cherry Pie

Pairing: Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve comes home with great news, but you're not as happy as you should be. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Implied smut, noncon/dubcon elements (you have been warned), gaps in memory, gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Steve Rogers (yep, he's a warning and a little mean) A/N: Steve and Cherry's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You always enjoyed baking. It gave you something to do with your hands and the hobby was both simple and challenging. It required focus for measuring and following directions, but you also had fun with your creations. It seemed to be one of the only ways you could express yourself now, which clouded your feelings when you focused too much on it.

I will not feel sorry for myself. I have a good life. The best life.

Being the wife of Steve Rogers was a dream come true. The man was handsome, loving, a hero. The all American dream wrapped up in the perfect package. He worked hard to provide you both with a lovely home and didn't ask for much in return. Only that you follow his orders and be dutiful.

A good wife obeys her husband.

You idly wiped down the counter as you waited for the oven timer to go off, glancing at one of the photos Steve placed near the window. While he smiled from ear-to-ear, yours was a little more reserved. He loved drawing and taking photos of you, but there weren’t any photos of the two of you before you moved to The Haven. They were somehow lost in the move.

Not that I remember packing any of my stuff, but my old place doesn’t matter, does it?

The sound of Steve’s motorcycle pulling into the garage pulled you from your distracted thoughts. He normally called if he was going to come home early. The sound of the door would indicate if he was back for a good or bad reason. Either way, he’d take his mood out on your body. You had to look presentable.

A good wife lives to please her husband.

You threw your apron off and rushed to your room to put on the cherry scented perfume he liked. He enjoyed it because it was seductive and sensual, sweet and tart, good enough to eat. As if on autopilot, you applied it to the same four spots: behind your ear, at the base of your neck, your wrist, and behind your knee. You retouched your lips next, staring at the tube of lipstick once you finished. It wasn't a color you wore until you moved in with him.

Steve picked it because he knows best.

When you looked at your beautiful reflection in the mirror, the urge to smash it began to surface. A flickering flame grew within you, threatening to spread like wildfire as you dropped the lipstick into the sink. There was nothing wrong with looking pretty for your husband. You just wished the person staring back at you was one you recognized.

I’m Cherry. I’m Mrs. Steve Rogers. I’m happy.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called to you before he gently shut the door. He was in a good mood at least. “Mmm. Something smells delicious.”

You straightened your dress and brushed off any negativity that bubbled under your skin as you went to greet him. Not a single blonde hair of his was out of place as he took in the sight of you. The need to impress him took over your thoughts. “Hi. Cookies are almost done,” you said, pressing your red lips to his cheek. “I didn’t expect you to come home so soon.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see my beautiful wife,” he asked as he slipped off his shoes and guided you toward the kitchen. Any excuse to touch you, he did. “Why? Are you not happy to see me?”

“I’m always happy to see you,” you said as you grabbed an oven mitt. The timer went off a second later and his eyes didn’t leave you as you carefully took the sheet out. “I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”

“Everything’s great,” he said, inspecting the cookies as you set them on the stove. You knew it was a wonderful batch without tasting them. The perfect man, he expected perfection in every extension of him. Which is why you didn’t make mistakes with any of your baking or cooking. "I have the best news.”

"Oh? What is it?" you asked curiously.

"Bucky’s married!" he said, taking you by the waist to twirl you around. “Can you believe it?”

"Married?" you repeated, not as happy as your husband. The news should’ve excited you since Bucky was his best friend, but it confused you. "I didn't know he was seeing anyone."

"No? I swore I told you he had his eye on someone,” he said with a condescending chuckle. “Makes me think you don’t pay attention when I speak to you, but that can’t be it, right?”

You went rigid in his grasp when he smiled. It reminded you of a demon, the shades of red and darkness showing in his eyes and perfect row of teeth. “It must’ve slipped my mind. Silly me,” you tried to giggle.

Like so many other things.

You didn’t relax until he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Because you’re so busy taking care of me, which I appreciate,” he praised you, his smile softer. Kinder. “And it’s better most days when I do the thinking for you.”

You bit your tongue so hard you almost drew blood, wanting to say that you were more than just a pretty face. The words didn’t come though. “You know best, Steve” you said as you plastered a smile on your face, your voice somewhat hollow after his insult. “And I love taking care of you.”

If he noticed your lack of enthusiasm, he didn’t say so. “Back to the good news,” he said, swaying with you even though there was no music. “It was a quick engagement and they didn’t want to wait. I wish I could’ve been at the ceremony, but I had that mission and I don’t blame him one bit for not waiting.”

“I’m sure he would’ve loved for you to be his best man.”

“He would’ve, but I'm happy that he’s happy. When you know, you know,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose. “Like the moment I met you. I knew you were going to be my wife."

Your smile faltered a little. It was difficult some days to remember just how you two came to be Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. You knew you loved him, but the actual process of falling for him? The build up of the relationship? It was like there was a chapter missing.

The past is the past and I have everything I need in the present.

Steve looked at you expectantly as you blinked. You needed to focus. “Just like I knew you’d be my husband.”

He hummed, seemingly pleased with your response. "We're going to meet her soon. Will you do me a favor, please? Make her feel welcome?" He suggested, but it was more like a command. He sometimes liked to phrase things in ways that made it sound as if you had a say in the matter, but his word was law. “Bucky’s my best friend and I want you two to be best friends.”

"Of course. It’ll be nice to have a new friend.”

“And once she’s settled in, I know they’re going to start trying for a family,” he went on, placing his hand on your stomach. “Which means we can try, too. Our kids can grow up together, the way Bucky and I did. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Steve would be the best father. He deserves a family. So does Bucky.

“So wonderful,” you whispered, afraid you’d cry if you raised your voice. You wish you knew why the thought of having children with the man you loved scared you.

“Maybe we can start practicing,” he said, his voice huskier as he gripped your hips. “A bit of dessert before dinner.”

You didn’t protest as he backed you against the counter. Your body would welcome him home the way it always did. He’d please you as you pleased him.

“And Cherry?”

“Yes, Steve?” you asked as he dipped his head to inhale your perfume.

“Make a cherry pie for me to send to Bucky’s house. I don’t think he plans on leaving anytime soon and he isn’t letting his wife leave the bed. We can’t let them go hungry now, can we?”

“No, we can’t,” you replied, closing your eyes as he pushed your dress up.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.

Happy husband. Happy wife. Happy life.

All good in the neighborhood, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[1tsdanny]

I'm 5'2.5!

Also, hi! I hope you had/are having an amazing day, and if anyone is being mean to you- STABBY STAB STAB🗡

Anyways-

I have MAPS tomorrow, they frickin' suck, the school system istg, deathhhh to schoolllll

-wifey

Hello my love! Aw you’re the perfect height for hugging and tippy-toe cheek kisses!

Booo school! School sucks! Good luck on your tests lovely!

[cxtronica]

League of Extremely Weird Non-Canons and Short Stories 1: Ashe, Queen of the Frostmites

Ever since that fateful day, Ashe was never the same.

Even with a steady win streak, the Freljordian did not hold a smile for long as she passed by the champions, summoners, and spirits that greeted her. She looked begrudgingly at her left hand, which glowed an eerie blue.

As she entered her room, she saw her husband Trynd, who was pruning a few Freljordian plants. A number of blue flying insects that looked like the cross of an ant, a bee, and a termite were bumbling about on the flowers, spreading pollen to each one of them. He held a calm demeanour as he approached his wife, wrapping her in his hug. The young warmother reluctantly accepted the hug. Anxiety and gloom clouded her thoughts as she put the frost bow on the table beneath the flowers.

As Ashe headed for the walk in closet, Tryndamere locked the front door.

"Is it the hand, dear?" he asked calmly, putting the gardening gloves and the shears inside the drawer. The blue insects followed the warmother swiftly.

"It's okay. The door's locked. You can change now," Tryndamere added.

With a few winces, Ashe transformed. Once she stepped out, she was something different. She still retained her upper half, except her skin had a good cyan tone. Below the waist, she was a frostmite queen:

her blue antlike thorax starting from the waist and extending a good four feet to the back

her six eight foot termite legs extending from the sides of her thorax

her elongated, large termite queen rear (which was 20 feet long, 8 feet high and 8 feet wide) attached at the back end of her thorax

and her six wings, a set of queen bee, queen ant, and queen termite, all attached to her human back.

She was wearing a white shirt with Doublelift's caricature in the center.

Ashe covered her face with her hands, and then Tryndamere went over to hug her upper half.

"It's okay, dear," Tryndamere replied, "Look up."

Ashe slowly looked up, her cyan eyes meeting his brown eyes.

"Pufferfish?" Trydamere asked. Ashe puffed up her cheeks with air. Then, the Barbarian king slowly pinched them, releasing the air. From his view, Ashe did look like a fish blubbing in the water. Then she smiled.

"Never fails to cheer me up, hub," she spoke as she lay on the bed, curling up her rear abdomen so that she could fit.

Tryndamere discreetly took a picture with his phone and uploaded it to Riotgram with this caption.

definitely.not.marc A happy wifey curling up in bed in her new form. Ever since that frostmite alate bit her, it's done some good to the tribe. Frostmites apparently contain True Water in their system, which makes Freljordian plants grow well.

Then he smiled as he climbed onto the bed. Tryndamere was invested in making sure Ashe gets comfortable no matter what form she is in. So, ever since the day she found out about her new form, he began taking candid pictures of her in her more 'regal' form, as he calls it, and uploads them on social media with uplifting descriptions. It was already three weeks into the project, and he felt that it was time to tell her.

"You know, hon," he said as he wrapped his left arm around her upper half, "I was doing something for you over the last three weeks on Riotgram. I've been secretly taking pics of you in your new form and uploading them on RG."

Instantly, Ashe stared at him coldly. In a voice equally cold, she asked, "You did what?"

"Yeah, I took pics of you and uploaded them on RG," Tryndamere replied sheepishly, "I was hoping others would appreciate your new form."

Furious, Ashe stormed over to get her phone and opened her RG account. She searched with fury for the photos, but none of them appeared.

"Where are they, Tryndamere?!" Ashe exclaimed.

"Follow my other private account, definitely.not.marc," Tryndamere replied.

"You better accept it!" Ashe replied. Her frostmites carried her bow over to her.

zee.frost.archer started following you.

Tryndamere accepted her request on his account, and kept a smile as she scanned through the pictures. There were pictures of them in their little home in the mountain cooking and cleaning and doing the household chores. There were also pictures of them snuggling in bed. But most of the pictures involved Ashe doing (or at least trying to do) the things she loved doing when she would still be fully human, and in all of those pictures, she was smiling.

One of those pictures was of her making a six winged snow angel in the Freljordian snow at its coldest, and the only thing she wore was a plain white T-Shirt. It held this caption:

definitely.not.marc Snow angels! My angel in the process of making a bigger snow angel. Did you know that frostmites developed a natural affinity / immunity to the harsh, unforgiving temperatures of Freljord? I guess my angel also has that too!

There was also another picture of Ashe, in her new form, cheering for Evelynn on the Summoner's Rift with the captions:

definitely.not.marc Go, Evie, go! Evelynn is one of her biggest idols in and out of the Rift. For that reason, Ashe has been playing "POP/STARS" and "I Won't Let You Go Away" non-stop.

evies.embrace AAAAAAAAAA JSKDIRIJRFNSJIFM Is that Ashe? She thicc AF!

Finally, there was a picture of her sleeping on her curled rear end on the bedroom carpet which is softer than the bed. It had this caption.

definitely.not.marc Snug as a bug in a rug! Waifu likes sleeping on what she calls her "butt-pillow". A few frostmites sleep around her, forming a cute little ring around their 'queen'.

This one had a little comment thread. So she opened it and read.

ava.ava.rose Is this what happened to my little warmother? Damn, she also make a fine BROODmother. #thicc #proudicebornrighthere #signalhereisgoodsomightaswelluseit

ryldasel BOOO!!!! Lame joke alert!

ava.ava.rose What? Can't I flaunt my tribe's own warmother having a new form, sis? Or is yours going out of shape?

ice.cold.L155 OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *fire emoji*

SEJofthenorth I'm still buff, u idiots. Anyway, nice ass Ashe! Irelia will be jealous.

ryldasel Out of all the body parts, u choose to critique her butt.

SEJofthenorth CAN'T U ALL RESPECT MY PREFERENCES.

ava.ava.rose Dudettes, chill!

ice.cold.L155 Lame joke alert.

Ashe burst into laughter right after reading the thread. Then, she turned to Tryndamere, and instantly understood what he was actually doing. He was making her love herself and her own skin.

With a wink, she gave the man her phone and asked her to take a full body shot. After that, Tryndamere climbed in bed with her and then, both of them took a selfie. The Queen of Freljord then uploaded the pictures on RG with this caption.

zee.frost.archer Hi! Long time no see. It's me. This is my new form. Hubba says he likes it. He's been sharing candid photos of me everyday for you guys, just to show me that I should love myself more. He loves me no matter what. Thanks, @the.real.tryndamere xoxo

[katiemcgrath]

hi, im new to your blog but i was wondering if you could give the general storyline of Lancelot and Guinevere? I tried to search on my own but there are so many versions, which one would be the "general" one?

 I suppose I mostly follow Le Morte d’Arthur, though as with almost all literature it has it’s problems. In a quick summary; 

Guinevere is kidnapped. Booo. Lancelot goes to the tower and saves her. Stuff happens, they do some naughty naughty. [Although in every edit that I’ve made I have made their relationship strictly non-sexual but thinking of perhaps changing that? idk]. More stuff happens, Guinevere gets extremely jealous when Elaine comes along and banishes Lancelot from court, at one point he jumps out a window. More stuff happens. Mordred and Agravaine find out about Guinevere and Lancelot and go to Arthur and are like ‘omg!!! arrrtttieee! your wifey is cheating on you’. And Arthur’s like ‘but I don’t wanna sentence her to death! :(’ and people are like ‘umh… you gotta’. So at this point Lancerunaway runs away. So Jenny’s there about to be burnt at the stake BUT THEN PRINCE CHARMING ON HIS WHITE HORSE COMES ALONG and is like ‘jeeeeeeennyyy!’ and she’s like ‘LAAANNNCEEYY’ and so yeah. And so then Artie’s like ‘I GOTTA FIGHT LANCELOT!!’ and so Arthur chases him to France and whilst he’s away, his bastard son, Mordred, is like; ‘my daddy is so mean. I should be King and Marry my step-mamma, Guinevere’. So Arthur comes back and battles Mordred, they both die. So Guinevere is at Almesbury convent and Lancelot goes to her and she faints… THREE TIMES!!! THREE TIMES SHE FAINTS! And Lance is like ‘Gwennypoo! Come with me! COME WITH ME!!’ and Jenny’s like ‘No. We have done bad. We do bad stuff.’ and so yeah. So then Guinevere dies as a nun in the convent and Lancelot takes her body to Glastonbury and buries her with Arthur. Lancey goes back to the monk place and is so heartbroken without his sweet dearest, most darling, lovey-dovey love and dies himself. 

“Truly mine heart would not serve to sustain my careful body.”

Every adaptation is different and none is right or wrong [except bbc merlin. ‘cause that is wrong]. Most stories follow a similar line. In a lot of older stories Lancelot didn’t exist. in a lot Guinevere is completely devoted to Arthur. 

In my eyes I either see them as Guinevere is helplessly and utterly in love with Lancelot as her sweetest and most devoted lover and she loves Arthur as her liege lord and King and that’s where the conflict is. Love vs honour. Other times, I see it as She loves them both in equal manners but she is not allowed to. Always, Lancelot loves Arthur as much as he does Guinevere and that’s the conflict for him. And Arthur is always heartbroken. And recently I’ve been toying with the idea of them loving eachother and happiness and even sexiness together, but yet to find a fancast for that.