#swap two numbers

[subsequentibis]

think of this as solving problems that should never have occurred

[sieglinde-freud]

im a big azura/odin fan and i like to think about them having a happy ending in ylisse after fates because. god. look at them. dont they deserve it after everything theyve been through? but sometimes i think about post conquest azuodin and what it must be like for everyone to send off happy cheerful owain, high off life and having just beaten the fell dragon to bits and pieces, and then seeing him come back years later still doing the same song and dance but missing a whole part of himself no one else even knew and no one else will ever grieve with him. he talks about her sometimes, she was so fantastical that no one’s ever quite sure if he’s telling the truth or if its just another one of his wild fantasies. but that was just her, wasnt it? anyways good thing revelation is the canon one and he takes azura home to meet his quirky family and she finally gets to live her life in peace away from all of the burden that came with nohr and hoshido and that other one. i think she takes on a new name, not because she needs to but because she can finally put azura to rest. in a much happier way!

[stellewriites]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

i love this,, thanks jd!! but it’s taken me FARRRR too long to actually answer it :/

in no particular order i give you my five fave fics ive written 🤠 god this was tricky i’ve written more than i’d realised,,,

1. choices made in anger - starting off with my fave cod fic that i’ve done so far and my first go at x reader fic

2. can i steal a kiss or two? - not my first toe-dip into dubcon/noncon and like the 100th time ive done a/b/o lmao BUT according to the comments it’s my most controversial 🥴 but one im proud of all the same. was my first long fic in a while so it felt like a real achievement for a few reasons to me

3. the way your makeup stains my pillowcase - my fave wlw ive written (by a short margin but it just beat out ill be so sweet you’ll be dizzy from it bc of my headcanon of eliza dushku as eddie)

4. tossed around by fate - written in a fever dream after watching justified thrice over,, i actually got mistaken for being from kentucky bc i quoted so many details (thank u autism) which made me smile, only thing i’d change is meshing the alt pov sequel into the main fic for better flow

5. playing for keeps - i don’t write for witcher anymore but god i remember this being so fun while i was working on it and i still love the idea of it (fuck yeah, jumanji!)

[despairtwins]

I really like weird AUs because it eventually asks the question, "What makes this character themself?" How much can you change before it's someone else? Before it's an original character?

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

had the best day evers :]] yippieeeeee

[slothpower-central]

Oh yeah might finally be able to show off my little fanbranch of OCs soon! I may have added a sinner... hm? What,two sinners? No no what are ya talking about there's clearly only ten sinners in Cinema branch! (:3) Anyways that aside,two of my original 11 got demoted and I added one instead. I love these losers and I think you guys will love them too

[lostandbackagain]

I still don't know whether the 100 tampons thing is ridiculous because that was too many or too few

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[reasonsforhope]

"In 2021, scientists in Guelph, Ontario set out to accomplish something that had never been done before: open a lab specifically designed for raising bumble bees in captivity. 

Now, three years later, the scientists at the Bumble Bee Conservation Lab are celebrating a huge milestone. Over the course of 2024, they successfully pulled off what was once deemed impossible and raised a generation of yellow-banded bumble bees. 

The Bumble Bee Conservation Lab, which operates under the nonprofit Wildlife Preservation Canada, is the culmination of a decade-long mission to save the bee species, which is listed as endangered under the Xerces Society for Invertebrate Conservation...

Although the efforts have been in motion for over a decade, the lab itself is a recent development that has rapidly accelerated conservation efforts. 

For bee scientists, the urgency was necessary. 

“We could see the major declines happening rapidly in Canada’s native bumble bees and knew we had to act, not just talk about the problem, but do something practical and immediate,” Woolaver said. 

Yellow-banded bumble bees, which live in southern Canada and across a huge swatch of the United States, were once a common species.

However, like many other bee species, their populations declined sharply in the mid-1990s from a litany of threats, including pathogens, pesticides, and dramatic habitat loss. 

Since the turn of the century, scientists have plunged in to give bees a helping hand. But it was only in the last decade that Woolaver and his team “identified a major gap” in bumble bee conservation and set out to solve it. 

“No one knew how to breed threatened species in captivity,” he explained. “This is critically important if assurance populations are needed to keep a species from going extinct and to assist with future reintroductions.”

To start their experiment, scientists hand-selected wild queen bees throughout Ontario and brought them to the temperature-controlled lab, where they were “treated like queens” and fed tiny balls of nectar and pollen. 

Then, with the help of Ontario’s African Lion Safari theme park, the queens were brought out to small, outdoor enclosures and paired with other bees with the hope that mating would occur. 

For some pairs, they had to play around with different environments to “set the mood,” swapping out spacious flight cages for cozier colony boxes. 

And it worked. 

“The two biggest success stories of 2024 were that we successfully bred our focal species, yellow-banded bumble bees, through their entire lifecycle for the first time,” Woolaver said. 

“[And] the first successful overwintering of yellow-banded bumble bees last winter allowed us to establish our first lab generation, doubling our mating successes and significantly increasing the number of young queens for overwintering to wake early spring and start their own colonies for future generations and future reintroductions.”

Although the first-of-its-kind experiment required careful planning, consideration, resources, and a decade of research, Woolaver hopes that their efforts inspire others to help bees in backyards across North America. 

“Be aware that our native bumble bees really are in serious decline,” Woolaver noted, “so when cottagers see bumble bees pollinating plants in their gardens, they really are seeing something special.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, December 9, 2024

[fireheartedpup]

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? (ask game)

I think most of the things I've learned from the internet would seem strange to people. Like the fact that the US ran a misinformation campaign about the effectiveness of masks, or the fact that some ethnicities are just lactose intolerant.

I don't know if the guy who went to the hospital because he sucked dick too hard was telling the truth, but I used it to divert the conversation with a group of strangers at a bar one time and at least one person didn't believe it was real

[ratb4stard3]

We’re BACK go look at these GUYS!🍏⌚️

“don’t lose it now, old boy.”

With @ratb4stard3

[hiteshpandit18xc]

Swap Two Number Program in C

Swap two numbers means exchange the values of two variables with each other. For example variable num1 contains 20 and num2 contains 40 after swap there values num1 contains 40 and num2 contains 20.

[chosove]

18+ mdni | touch starved toji :(

an. lowk made toji a gooner😭

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader

single-dad toji, who doesn’t have any time between balancing work and being the father of two fussy kids to find a date- but luckily does have enough time to find a babysitter. it was on a complete whim, all his friends had been telling him hes getting soft (in more ways than one- but the dadbod was definitely a positive if the way he was ogled in the snack aisle at grocery stores was anything to go off of), that he needed some good ol’ camping with the guys to get back that natural edge he was always praised for in his glory days.

of course he wanted some time for himself, but what was he supposed to do? let just anybody around his kids? he spent way too long changing his own vocabulary and dietary habits to have some stranger come in and ruin all his hard work. he didnt start saying ‘gosh darnit’ and swapping out soda for juice (still working on the sugar stuff- its an upgrade tho!) to have some rando spend a couple nights undoing all that effort.

this was all that was running through toji’s head as he did his weekly grocery trip, making sure to get gumi’s flinstone gummies and tsumiki’s special request for “dunno dad just get cute barettes its not rocket science”. as he browsed what he thought were barette’s (they were not btw- they were headbands and he was losing hope), he saw you, giggling at how out of place he looked in the aisle.

“somethin’ the problem? a man cant look at cute shit like…detanglers?”

at the gruff voice your cheeks slowly tinted, shaking your head and ensuring you just thought it was cute and wanted to know if he needed any help. after letting you know tsumiki’s alleged ‘easy’ ask, you were bursting at the seams looking for all types of pretty accessories for his daughter, excitedly showing him the different varieties.

in the end he’d just picked a random one from your pile, but also made sure to get your number- as a potential babysitter of course! and just to be safe you weren’t like, a weirdo or anything, he also took you to dinner to get to know you- for the kids wellbeing! he couldnt have some creep around them. and when you sent him little smiley faces along with selfies of you throughout the day, of course he saved them- only if you turned out to be a creep and he had to show what you looked like to authorities. he slowly ran out of excuses when he started to open up his folder of your pics late at night though, always going back go that pretty picture of you with rosy cheeks from the chilly weather, the sight of your pouting lips enough to make his dick twitch.

god, he was such a creep. you were so sweet to watch the kids for two nights while he finally got some man time, sending him a video of the kids in bed with you retreating to his. you innocently smiled at the camera, tucked in and giving the camera a quick peck before waving goodbye. it was just so adorable, why’d he have to ruin it by fisting his cock to the thought of you choking on his dick every night he was gone?

he thought it’d be easier to get rid of these thoughts when you stopped babysitting, but you just wouldnt stop messaging- even going as far as calling him late at night, letting him know you were just so bored and alone and couldnt sleep. you probably thought he was sick for cumming to the sound of your voice, phone in his hands as he listened to you speak about your day, browsing through the various photos you sent him that week.

“f-fuck doll…” toji’s voice groaned, the gasp you let out to his exclamation letting him know he had in fact forgotten to mute himself.

“t-toji?” you gulped, voice sounding so fucking cute saying his voice in that curious way you always did. he meant to respond, but it wouldnt change the fact you already registered what he was doing, a notification buzzing toji’s phone. “you could always l-let me help” your sweet voice spoke, a picture of your pink cotton panties soaked through with your slick, the sight of your fingers teasing your lips through the fabric enough to push toji to the edge, a whimper of your name on his tongue.

“sh-shit…made me make a mess. come by tomorrow baby, need ya to take care of me this time.”

[wileys-russo]

my mummy II l.williamson

part of the milaverse my mummy II l.williamson

"okay which one bubba? red or black?" you questioned, holding up the tiny arsenal jerseys and doing a little shimmy making your daughter giggle.

her tiny hand stroking her chin thoughtfully made you shake your head with an amused smile as she mulled over her options.

"black." mila eventually decided, finger pointing to the jersey in question, leahs number and williamson sprawled on the back.

"good pick babe. arms up please!" you instructed, quirking an eyebrow when the four year old shook her head in response. "i wanna dress myself today please mumma." she informed crossing her arms over her chest with a determined nod.

“mila are you-“ “im nearly five now, a big girl. i can do it.”

"very true i’m sorry. but its cold and its windy today, so dress warm please!" you warned, moving to sit down on the edge of her bed. "no mumma, by myself!" the four year old pointed to the door and hurried over, pushing impatiently at your legs.

"okay okay! jesus i thought i'd get a few more years before i got kicked out of your room, this hurts mila." you gasped dramatically as she shoved you from her room, only met with a door slammed in your face.

"was that-" you turned around and nodded to your wife. "she wants to dress herself today." you informed with a chuckle, moving into the blondes waiting arms which wrapped around you.

"we've told her she isn't allowed to grow up right?" "nearly every day since was born my love, she just does not want to listen."

~

"-are you done now?" you called out with a sigh, leaning against the wall by your daughters door which you'd tried to open several times. only met with a shout and it pushed closed again, mila firmly stating she wasn't ready and you weren't allowed to see until she was.

leah had already left as to not be late and you shook your head as you checked the time again already knowing the two of you would be stuck in traffic and miss kick off if you didn't leave soon.

you'd decided to give the goalpost a kiss in training and were on concussion watch, the knock was nothing serious enough to warrant medical treatment but it was enough to mean you'd be watching todays match from the stands.

"okay mila my love. we have to go and i'm coming in!" you warned, though before you could even grab the handle the door it flew open and a bundle of colour and blonde hair came zooming out.

"like it?" your daughter beamed, bouncing happily on the balls of her feet as you bit your bottom lip taking in her choice of outfit, trying really hard not to bust out in laughter.

she had on a pair of light up trainers alessia had gotten her for her birthday, pale yellow nike joggers with a pair of lime green bike shorts over the top.

on her top half she had on a red hoodie with a pink wälti jersey over the top and a white arsenal beanie on her head, with its matching scarf tied around her hips like a makeshift belt.

"well...i'm not going to lose you in the crowd, thats for certain." you admitted, knowing no matter what you said or tried there wasn't a chance you'd be getting your daughter changed without a fight.

"you don't wanna wear mummys jersey?" you tried, knowing your wife would kick off and lia would be absolutely beside herself with glee in your daughters current choice.

"nope! aunty wally was sad last time i saw her so i thought this would make her happy, cause you and mummy always say pink is a happy colour!" mila explained and your heart melted.

the last time she had seen lia was after a particularly rowdy team night out where she'd wound up crashing at your place, you the designated driver and your wife a key influence in just how many shots lia had downed which you'd told her off for afterwards.

the two had wound up crying crocodile tears on the living room floor as you disallowed them to see mila when the three of you returned home and swapped over with the babysitter around 11 at night.

trying to remind them it was hours after mila's bedtime and the two of them were very drunk it was like arguing with two overgrown toddlers.

which had in turn had woken your daughter up who'd come to investigate, not understanding why she wasn't allowed to say hello when you tried to usher her quickly back to bed before either of the lw's sobbing in the living room could get their hands on her.

"we do say that don't we." you agreed with your daughters words, shaking your head in amusement at her outfit but giving in, not wanting to fully squash the independence you and leah were trying to instill in her.

"at least you listened about the weather and did lots of layers bubba."

~

you sent polite smiles to the strange looks you received walking your daughter through the tunnels of the emirates, meeting up with leahs mum and wordlessly shaking your head at her questioning stare as she scooped up her granddaughter and the three of you made your way to your seats.

"do you like my outfit nana?" your daughter chirped for the third time in the hour as you waved to your wife who was very clearly looking around stressed that she'd not spotted you yet, sighing in relief once she had.

"don't ask." you mouthed at her perplexed look toward your daughter stood up in your lap furiously waving her and her team mates down. "wally!" you cupped your hands over your mouth to gain the midfielders attention as she began to walk off the pitch after warm ups.

vic heard you and grinned before tapping lia's shoulder and gesturing toward you as you spun mila around to show her last name plastered on your daughters back. her face lit up and you laughed as she raced right over to almost tackle your wife, no doubt about to lay into her about it.

now mila was older she'd become a different sort of handful to take to games, especially when both you and leah were playing and had to trust her in someone elses care.

normally your poor mother in law who insisted leah was much worse at that age, which never failed to rile the blonde up who argued her brother was the handful and she was the golden child.

gone were the earmuffs, dummy and baby blanket mila had needed to settle previously, where she'd often sleep the whole way through the match happily bundled up in someones arms.

but nowadays she was a little unstoppable bundle of energy who often required distraction or bribery of some sort to sit still for prolonged periods of time.

which is how you found yourself racing off midway through the first half to sort out some food, having left in such a rush you'd completely forgotten the bag of snacks and toys you normally carted along with you whenever you left the house with mila in tow.

much like her other mother your daughter had the stomach of a bottomless pit, though gratefully she'd taken after you with what she was happy to put in that pit and was nowhere near as fussy as leah.

sometimes when you made dinner and mila ate what you did but leah required a separate meal you really questioned who was the four year old between them.

thankfully once she'd been fed and watered mila settled a little. with her nana more than happy to listen to her chatter and answer her millions of questions you made it through the entire match without a single issue.

the problems started when the game finished, mila starting to go on the turn when you wouldn't allow her to run down the stairs toward the barriers to see leah or any of her aunties, far too many people around and worried you'd lose her or she'd be crushed in the crowd.

it would seem though that patience was not on your daughters agenda today.

"i wanna see mummy now!" the girl whined, wriggling furiously to try and yank her hand out of your grip as you sighed and took a deep breath.

"mummys just saying hi to some people first bubba, thats part of our job! remember?" you tried to explain, even offering her an ice cream as a last minute ditch to distract her but it was to no use.

not even alessia could capture her attention for more than a few minutes as your daughter grew more and more fussy and inpatient the more time passed.

"it'll be fine." you forced a smile toward your friends and team mates who'd all taken turns trying to distract mila as the two of you stood in the tunnel now, leah signing autographs and taking photos with a larger crowd than normal.

"wanna come kick a ball tiny?" beth offered in a last ditch effort and that seemed to work as your daughter nodded eagerly and latched onto the taller girls leg, her giggles echoing around as beth zoomed off back onto the pitch.

you kept them in clear sight as you hung on the sidelines now, waving to a few fans who called out your name, sending an apologetic shake of your head when they asked for your signature and photos too, your focus needing to on your daughter today.

but that tiny lapse in attention was all it took for mila to break away from beth, sprinting off toward leah who had her back turned and ignoring the older girls calls after her which gained your focus back right away.

intercepting her quickly you scooped the four year old up into your arms and sat her on your hip. "i wanna see mummy!” you winced as she smacked your chest a few times and pushed away alessia who'd appeared to try and help, and you could tell from the wobble of her bottom lip that she was a few moments away from a total meltdown.

"hey mila, baby look at me please." you dropped to your knees and stood her on her feet, your hands on her shoulders stopping her from running off.

"we don't hit people, okay? i know you're having some really big feelings and you miss mummy but-" you started, yelping as your daughter suddenly clawed at your hand, racing away toward leah.

you shouted after her, leah looking up a second too late as her daughter barreled into her. "my mummy! mine!" she snarled at a young girl who leah was trying to take a picture with.

the defender quickly picking her up and apologizing to the fan and her dad right as mila started to have a meltdown.

apologizing to the crown still awaiting her attention leah turned heel and headed toward you, the two of you falling into step as you made your way into the tunnel and down the hall toward the change rooms.

"bubba-" you started as her screams turned into sobs and she buried her face in leahs neck who winced with one final scream sounding in her ear.

"off!" mila demanded, pushing away your hand which tried to rub at her back as you inhaled sharply and paused.

catching your wifes eye who nodded in understanding, you stayed outside and she disapeared into the change rooms to try and calm your daughter down.

"hey, you alright?" you glanced up to meet concerned blue eyes and nodded, exhaling deeply as your best friend pulled you into a hug. "thanks less." you mumbled as she rubbed your back, assuring over and over that you were the best mum ever.

promising her you were okay but that you'd need a rain check on dinner plans you all had tonight she gave you another hug and headed off to see her family.

with another deep breath you headed into the change rooms, only a few of the girls remaining as you spotted leah by her cubby. you caught her eye again and raised an eyebrow as she nodded, your daughter still tightly clinging onto her.

"mila. what do we need to say to mumma please?" leah started firmly, bouncing her knee up and down gently to gain your daughters attention as she pulled her head out of your wifes neck.

"im very sorry for scratching and yelling." the girl apologised softly, climbing off leahs lap and moving into yours, warmth flooding your body as she hugged you tightly and you kissed the top of her head.

you melted even further as your daughter grabbed your hand, carefully kissing over where she'd scratched you before clambering right back into leahs lap.

"i'll shower at home." leah chuckled, gesturing to the way your daughter clung onto her like a monkey, refusing to loosen her grip as you took your wifes bag for her and the three of you waved goodbye to the few girls left and headed for the car park.

"mummy sit in the back with me, please?" mila ordered with a pout once you reached the car.

"alright kid, just this once." leah gave in clearly picking up that mila was being abnormally clingy today, something the two of you would need to speak with her about another time.

and for the rest of that night it was the same story, your daughter refusing not to have some part of her in contact with leah at all times.

so much so that she'd stayed in the bathroom while your wife showered, insisting you sit with her as well as she held leahs hand through the shower door as much as she could making you smile in amusement.

"my mummy." was all that seemed to be repeated, the possessiveness also something new but a conversation for another day as leah waved off your concerns, too thrilled with having your daughters full focus and attention all night.

"for god sakes." you'd mumbled later that night at the sight before you. your wife having spent an abnormal amount of time putting mila to bed you'd wandered up to check in.

only to find leah dead asleep in the tiny single bed belonging to your daughter, long limbs hanging off the sides with mila curled into her still very much so awake.

"sh! mummy is very tired." the four year old warned with her finger over her lips as you entered the room.

"you should be asleep little miss, not mummy!" you reminded quietly as she gave you a cheeky smile looking far too much like leah, holding up the book which was previously laid open on your wifes chest and patting the mere centimeters of space left on her bed beside her.

"one more story, please?"

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Sweet ‘n’ Salty

——☀️——⚡️——☀️——⚡️——☀️——

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth tbh. Unprotected sex, Oral (M&F rec) There is a lot going on here. Pretty much porn without plot. It's got all your favs including a threesome (MMF), cum-swapping, Bob is a lil bit of a perv, fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, teasing, eating out, masterbation, lots of innuendos, suggestive language, and just yeah…you’ll find me in an cold shower. Mentions of other MCU characters. Not proofread.

A.N: no one asked for this but y’all got it. Two of my faves with a whole load of filth. Enjoy!

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

——⚡️——☀️——⚡️——☀️——⚡️——

Bob couldn’t help but stare.

Sometimes he didn’t even realise he was doing it, but the dynamic you had with Bucky always made him look. Not quite friends. Not quite lovers. Not quite conventional.

The two of you were making dinner, he watched as your body was playfully trapped between him and the counter as you cut up some vegetables. He watched as Bucky tried to act grumpy at something you had said but the upward twitching of his lips said otherwise. He watched as you effortlessly danced around him while preparing a meal for everyone.

You playfully swatted Bucky’s hand away as he tried to pull you in, preventing you from reaching the oil. With Bucky’s strength, he succeeded, tugging on your dress and pulling him into his arms causing you to laugh. You scooped up some of the sauce with your finger and let him taste, his tongue tracing along the very tip and humming in approval.

“He’s watching,” he whispered in your ear while swaying you “Again.”

You lightly chuckled “Let me go or else no one is getting dinner.” He did, not willing to listen to the droning of Alexei and John about not getting their next meal. Bucky didn’t pry on why you avoided his worlds. Instead he snapped his head around, Bob suddenly realising he had been caught.

“You okay there, bud?” Bucky asked and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. Not quite listening but not quite cooking either.

Bob frantically nodded “Y-yeah! Are you guys? Do you need any help?” He sputtered out.

You gave him your attention, looking right through Bucky. “I’m okay for now, thank you, Bob. If you could maybe get everyone to the table in about 30 minutes- that would be great!” You sent him a smile and got back to the task at hand. Bob left the two of you be, you suddenly felt Bucky’s presence behind you again. “What?”

“He’s like a deer in the headlights.” He snorted and you rolled your eyes, despite the fact he couldn’t see you do the action.

“Leave him alone. He’s…sweet.”

“Oh yeah, what does that make me?” Bucky chuckled and you smiled to yourself.

“Salty.” You turned around and pecked his lips. “A salty old man who yells at the kids in the street when they speed past us on their bike.”

“Hey! That guy almost knocked you down!” He defensively retorted back.

“Oh, my hero.” You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and teased him in a mocking tone.

Bucky let out a low growl under his breath. “You’re screamin’ for a spankin’, baby.” You looked at him, brow raised as if it was saying that he shouldn’t threaten you with a good time. “I’m gonna set the table before I’m gonna have to bend you over it.” He squeezed your hip before going to the dining room.

You and Bucky did have a very unconventional relationship. You often heard murmurings from the team and others about you both.

‘What exactly are they?’

Was the number one question tossed around the watchtower. But you let them talk, you didn’t care and neither did he at whatever they said.

You slowly stirred the sauce in the pot in front of you before gasping at two hands being placed on your waist, forcibly dragging you from your wandering mind. You turned down the heat “You’re too stealthy, Barnes!” You lightly scolded him and he chuckled against your neck.

“Table is set.”

“Five minutes for dinner,” you said “Just finishing off the sauce.”

Bucky squeezed you a little tighter “Five minutes you say…” his suggestive tone sending a shiver down your spine in the hot kitchen. “Five minutes and you could have my sauce dripping down your throat.”

“God!” You playfully pushed him away “Always so needy for me.” You smirked and he trapped you between his own body and the counter yet again. Bucky took control of stirring the pot as your hands rested on the countertop and you pressed your ass against his crotch, causing him to lowly groan. His free hand came up to your chest quickly yanking down one side of your top and exposing your lace-clad breast. He began toying with your nipple, the lacy material causing a pleasant friction between your skin and his hand. “It’s almost ready…” you haphazardly warned as you leaned back into him again, the crown of your head against his shoulder.

Bucky’s lips met the nape of your neck, ignoring your words as you had earlier with his. His teeth sunk into the lobe of your ear and you stifled a moan as he continued to touch you and stir the sauce. Your hand trailed down his side and slipped under the waistband of his jeans just enough for you to snap the edge of his boxers. “Go on, baby. You know you want to. Dinner can wait a few minutes.” As tempting as that was, you were precise and knew you didn’t have time to take anything further. “Besides,” he continued as you mindlessly let your hand wander “We’re giving someone a good show.” You froze, Bucky continued. You already knew who it was, he didn’t even have to tell you.

“Dinner’s ready!” You yelled to everyone, including the person by the door watching who quickly scampered. You hastily moved, fixing your top before grabbing the pot from Bucky. “You absolute fucking slut- you did that on purpose.” You tried to sound angry but Bucky knew you better than that.

“You enjoyed that, huh.” He tried to stop you in your tracks but successfully dodged him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t missed it.” You shot him a pointed glare. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it.”

“I’m telling you to sit your ass at the dinner table before I sit it for you.” You passed him dishes to take through. He complied, but not forgetting your little chat that he would explore later. You let out a large huff and composed yourself before taking through the rest of dinner.

“Looks great Y/N! Thank you.” Ava smiled, taking a dish from your hands. You started to plate some things up from everyone, apologising as you squeezed between everyone to serve.

Bob glanced up as you bent down. “You want both?” You asked an innocent enough question, his mind traveled elsewhere.

“S-sorry?” He almost choked on his words. Looking at your chest and then a quick glance to Bucky, his mind replaying the scene he just witnessed moments ago.

“Do you want both?” You repeated “Carrots and potatoes?” His shoulders eased at your clarification of the question.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he nervously smiled, his eyes looking at the plate and then between you and Bucky. “I’ll do both.”

—•—

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, tracing your fingertip over Bucky’s chest as it continued to frantically rise and fall as he caught his composure after having his way with you later that same night.

“He loved watching us.” Your hand stopped and you looked up to him, beads of sweat making him glisten in the warm candle light. “I think we could-“

You stopped him “What makes you so sure he would? He gets nervous watching us hold hands never mind anything else.”

Bucky laughed “C’mon, wouldn’t you be flattered if you were asked?” You smacked his chest and then lay back down on it to hide your grin. “I can feel you smiling, Y/N.”

Caught.

“I’m guessing you miss it too then?” You asked and he hummed a yes. “It has been a little while.”

“God I miss those days where three of us would just fuck and end up in a sweaty pile.” He admitted and you bit down on your lip, still grinning. “I know how much you like to play with shiny new toys, and be played with, in the bedroom. Besides, wouldn’t be any different doing it with him.”

“It was different though.” You sat up, trying to reason with him, a pro and cons list forming between your two naked bodies. “Steve was different. Steve was happy and willing to. We really knew Steve.”

“And we knew Zemo?” He counter argued.

You blew a raspberry “Low blow. That’s a completely different comparison all together. He fucked anything that moved.” Bucky’s eyes never left yours. “And you knew how much I wanted that coat of his! God, I would have done anything for that.” You glanced over and saw it in your wardrobe. “He was such a slutty mess.” You lowly laughed, mainly to yourself.

“We all were that night.” Bucky added and sat up next to you. Brushing his fingers over your shoulder and arms. “Then how is it any different from the times with Nat? The three of us were super nervous then- mainly me and you because boy she was playing her cool well.”

Your eyes fell to his torso, a sad smile forming over your face at the mention of her name. “You know they were all different…” your voice never raised above a whisper. “They just…were.”

“Let’s at least test the waters with this, maybe see how he reacts to a soft-launch proposal? We drop some comments here and there, pop in a few of those moments we had in the kitchen, huh?” Bucky’s lips ghosted over your shoulders, softly kissing all your favourite spots that he came to know well over the many years you had known each other. They eventually reached your lips, his hand entwining with your hair and deepening the kiss. You smiled against his mouth as he pushed you back down onto the bed, indicating he was ready for round two with you. “You never know, Bob might actually want this.” He said running his hand up and down your waist before letting his lips roam the rest of your body, the soft kisses he pressed to your breasts made you smile. “How could he not want you…?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and cupped his cheek as he looked up to you. “I suppose…” you playfully gloated “And how could he not want you?” Bucky winked at your words. “But if you want me to fully get on board…” you spread your legs for him “You’re going to have to really convince me.”

—•—

You were enjoying some of the sunshine out on the balcony when a clearing throat caught your attention. You peaked out over your sunglasses. “Yes?”

“Can I squirt some white stuff on you?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes at his vulgar double entendre as he shook a bottle of sunscreen.

“Squirt away, Barnes.” You gave him a hint of satisfaction, especially since you knew a certain someone was in earshot. The second you stepped out in your bikini, Bobs eyes were glued to you. Bucky dropped his arm and shook the bottle almost suggestively at you fully knowing Bob would see a deeper meaning within it.

“Can’t wait to coat you, baby.” He said, voice loud enough to ensure Bob would hear. You turned your head to smirk.

“This is so mean, Buck,” you said quietly and then gasped loudly feeling a cold patch being sprayed over your stomach “YOU FUCKER! That’s cold!” You looked down, the streak of white looking beyond suggestible. Then you glanced over to Bob who was gawking. You decided to test the waters along with Bucky. “Rub me, Bucky.” His brow raised and his hand smoothed the sunscreen all over your stomach and torso.

“Roll over,” he asked and you did just that, feeling him straddling your thighs as he rubbed sunscreen slowly over your ass before giving it a playful spank and then moving to your back, unhooking your bikini top with ease. “He’s still watching…” he said in a sing-song voice. “He wants this.”

You snorted “One- we’ve barely even started. Two- we have no idea if he does or not yet. Give it a couple of days of this.” You told him “I mean he’s-” you turned to look at him “He’s not there?” Bucky’s head snapped around, you were right, he was gone. “Maybe it was too much.”

It was too much for Bob, so much that he had to go to his room and relive himself after the scene he had just witnessed.

A day later you were chilling in the living room, your legs draped over Bucky’s thighs as you read and he caught up with some tv. “Can’t believe you’re as old as this book, dude.” You mindlessly said aloud while reading the Hobbit, Bucky’s hand snapped the hem of your shorts in retaliation of your comment. His fingers continued to linger there.

“Oh sorry to disturb, I was just getting my sweatshirt.” Both of you looked up and locked onto Bob who looked like he was about to implode for imposing with his milkshake in hand.

You smiled softly at him “S’okay, you’re not disturbing me. Is he disturbing you, sweetie?” You asked Bucky in a sickly sweet voice.

“No, honey, not disturbing me either.” Your pet names made Bob swallow and nod hard.

He grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair near you both and you decided to pursue your mission a little further. “What flavour of milkshake do you have?” Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eye, you could feel his fingertips digging into your thigh.

“Vanilla.” Bob replied.

“Can I taste?”

Bob glanced between you, Bucky and the milkshake in his hand. “S-Sure…” he didn’t sound sure at all as he reached it out to you. He was naive to think you would take it from him but instead you placed your hand over his on the cup and parted your lips, your tongue reached the straw first and you drew out the motion of suggestively wrapping your lips over the top of the straw, looking up at Bob through your eyelashes as you did.

“Tastes so good,” you pulled back, emphasising licking your lips. “I love vanilla…”

Bucky smirked “Nothing vanilla about her though, Bobby.” He said under his breath and you bashfully swatted his words away.

“Ignore him, he’s just being naughty now.” You flippantly commented and Bob nervously laughed before walking away quickly. Your smile dropped the second he left, Bucky felt the force of a cushion you tossed at him. “This plan is shit. Why did I let you take charge with this?” You groaned.

“You love it when I’m in charge.” He brought your leg up to his mouth and kissed your knee.

“Calm your pants before you cream them,” a beat passed before you added with a mischievous smirk “Sargent Barnes.” A nod to his previous comment and massive kink of his. Bucky pounced on you, frantically kissing your cheeks before you pushed him away with a serious look your face. “He’s too nervous, Buck.”

“Everyone always is! It’s fine, we’ll keep working our magic on him.”

Bob returned to his room practically gasping for air. Mixed feelings swirling inside him like a piece of abstract art he couldn’t quite comprehend. It was confusing. It was thought-provoking. It was…exciting. He had no idea what to even think of you both, especially over the last few days. In his eyes you guys were such a sweet? Cute? Hot? Sexy? Couple…? Words were being tossed around in his head and he threw himself down on his bed yet again, pulling down his pants just enough and getting off to thought of you both.

Bucky was in the kitchen making you a drink when Bob walked in the next evening. He was cutting up limes and unknowingly entrancing Bob with his fingers as he exhibited his knife skills.

“Hey, Bob. Drink?” He asked and Bob shook his head no.

“I’m good for now, but thanks.”

“No worries, I’m on bartender duty tonight for Y/N.” He laughed to himself and Bob cracked a small, albeit nervous, smile. Bucky decided to use this time wisely. “When I made her this for the first time she was like putty in my hands.” He heard Bob gulp as he sliced through the fruit. “You probably don’t want to hear this…” he nonchalantly added.

“No, no, no!” Bob quickly added, mentally scolding himself for sounding eager. Bucky was trying to hide his grin. “I mean, I don’t mind.”

Bucky decided to continue as he made your drink. “She was so goddamn soft, every inch of her was like I was in a dream.” He reminisced as he shook up the cocktail shaker. “You ever had someone like that Bob? Because man if you do- or if you have the opportunity- don’t pass that up.”

“I see,” he added, those feelings still swirling inside him as Bucky decorated your glass.

“She likes it.” He said “The rim.”

“I’m sorry?!” Bob choked out at another one of Bucky’s double entendres.

He pointed to the glass as if it were obvious, pouring the liquid into it before handing it over to the man who was clearly too pure for the world. “The salt rim on the glass. Where the hell is your head?”

“I do like head and a salty rim,” you sauntered in cracking a joke, Bob almost cracked the glass in his hand at the innuendo. “Is this my marg? Thank you!”

“No-no problem!”

“I hope he isn’t annoying you. He can be a pain in the ass.” You took a sip.

“Quite literally on my birthday! And some special occasions if I’m lucky.” You nudged Bucky with your elbow before the both of you looked at Bob with a tight smile.

A mildly painful silence passed. “You guys are kinda…” Bob began trying to find the right words, looking between you both. “Interesting.” Before he could elaborate, John called on him to help with something.

Bucky turned to you “He didn’t say no!” He tried to sound promising.

“Yeah because he said ‘interesting’. What does that even mean?” You took a longer sip. “Maybe threesomes just aren’t his thing.”

“I never said they weren’t.”

Your heads snapped to the door so fast you were almost convinced they would have fallen off. There he was standing in the doorway twiddling with his fingers. “You coulda just asked…”

“It’s not something you often drop into casual conversation to be fair,” Bucky spoke for you both, he could tell you were still frozen in surprise. “It can be a little complicated.”

Bob lowly laughed “Have you seen me? I’m beyond complicated.” A silence filled the room again. “Y/N?” He called out for you “You’re pretty quiet. You okay?”

You nodded before asking the question you didn’t realise how desperate you were to ask until now. “You wanna be our third?”

Bobs smile said yes but he replied “Give me a bit to think about it if that’s okay. It’s not something I’ve often- or rather ever- been asked. I wanna relish in this moment.” He walked away leaving both you and Bucky in the kitchen.

“See!” Bucky finally spoke up “He didn’t say no!”

—•—

An excitement was rushing in both yours and Bucky’s veins. It was a thrill neither of you had in a while but you were happy for your proposal to be considered by Bob.

The three of you briefly shared looks every now and then throughout the watchtower over the few days that passed as he had the decision playing on his mind. By the end of the week you were sitting late one night in the living room with a movie on when footsteps approached. “Hi,” you breathed out and turned off the tv.

Bob sat beside you, is body hunched over and his elbows resting on his knees, eyes forward when he asked. “Do you love each other?”

You blinked, not a question you had considered he would ask. “Very much,” you replied. “But from the outside looking in, I can understand why our love would look different.”

“What is he to you? Like is he your boyfriend?”

A question you had heard so many times. “He’s my Bucky. And I’m his Y/N. That’s the way it’s always been, and will always be.”

He sat up straight, giving you his full attention. “Are you happy with that?”

“I am. We love that we are free- with each other and sometimes others. We have always been very open, lots of talking, lots of understanding. That’s why it’s love, but it’s our own love. Others don’t have to understand and we are okay with that.” You explained and Bob nodded his timidly, you reached across and placed your hand over the top of his. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s a big ask.”

Bob barely heard a word you said, the electricity from your hand on his sent a shockwave through his body. He barely even heard another set of footsteps walk into the room. “Everything okay?” Bucky asked in nothing but a pair of boxers causing the pair of you to go wide-eyed at the sight. “I was just seeing if you were coming to bed.” He was telling you but looking at Bob.

You let out a sigh that wasn’t quite tired but not quite awake either. “Yeah, I’m on my way. We were just having a chat.” Bucky raised a brow, intrigued to what was discussed. “Just a good chat, Bob is still thinkin-“

“I’d love to go to bed too.”

His words created a new tension in the room. Your own hand clutching his ever so slightly tighter as Bucky’s jaw tensed. Bob looked to you, then to Bucky and then to your hand. “Incase you didn’t hear me…I’d love to go to bed too. With you both.”

“Now?” Bucky directly asked, you were stunned into silence.

Bob tugged on your fingers to capture your attention “I’m not very tired right now, are you…?” A wide smile spread across your face as you looked at the two men.

“I’m not tired.”

Another silence filled the room before Bucky’s dark chuckle broke it. “Jesus, Bob just kiss her already. It’s okay.” He stalled and his head staggered. You smirked and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The touch instantly melted away Bobs nerves and he was glad he wasn’t the one to start- mainly because he had no idea where to. He deeply sighed as you took charged and deepened the kiss. Bucky walked forward and sat behind Bob on the sofa before whispering in his ear “She likes when you bite her lips,” throwing gentle guidance his way as he took it on board and sank his teeth into your bottom lip, causing you to gasp.

Bucky’s hands roamed over Bob’s shoulders as he bit on your lip again “Good boy,” you murmured almost unknowingly, completely letting yourself go already. The praise caused Bob to push you forward with his body, not breaking the contact of your lisp against his. Bucky laid on top knowing you already had Bob wrapped around your little finger.

Bobs head moved and was inches away from Bucky’s “Can I try?” He asked, eyes flickering between Bucky’s eyes and his lips.

“Try what?” He asked and Bob was suddenly starting to understand the dynamic the pair of you had more.

“Can I try everything.” He replied and you let out a soft giggle.

“We don’t have do to everything tonight yanno…If you like it, we can do this as often as you want to.” You assured and watched as Bob’s nerves began to melt away as his lips captured Bucky’s. The two boys could hear your deep breathing and decided not to leave you out. Their heads moving to yours and quickly turning into messy, sloppy kisses between the three of you. As Bob’s and Bucky’s tongues danced across your own you could taste how different Bob was. He very much as sweet whereas Bucky was salty, being reminded of your conversation in the kitchen with him.

“We should move this before someone walks in,” Bucky pulled back with flush, kiss-stained lips. “Besides Bob, wouldn’t you rather have Y/N naked right about now because I sure would.”

He smirked against your skin as you said “Your wish is my command.” The two boys helped you up and then practically ran you down the hall to the room you and Bucky shared. Bob caught brief glimpses of it before he was being kissed by you both again. Parts of you and him scattered throughout. He could see the influence with Bucky from his bike helmet and leather jacket, you from the piles of books and fresh flowers. You quickly stripped and headed to the bed, the two boys still entangled in a kiss.

You cleared your throat deliberately, Bucky looking at you with a proud smirk while Bob’s jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect naked form. “A wish comes true.” He breathed out and reached out for you. Bucky gently pushed him forward.

“Why don’t you get her warmed up for me, Bob,” he suggested taking a seat in the corner “Show us what you can do…”

“He loves to watch,” you added as Bob approached you, his knees finding the edge of the bed first before practically falling in front of you. “Play with me as much as you want.” Bob began frantically kissing you and without a beat passing plunged two fingers into your hot, wet pussy. “Oh GOD!” You yelped and Bucky darkly laughed.

“That’s it Bob, don’t show her much mercy because she’ll do the same to you. Go fucking for it.” Bucky palmed himself at the sight of you, how pretty you looked under another man. God how he missed this. He couldn’t help himself and took off his boxers, jacking himself off at the sight of you being mercilessly fingered by Bob.

Bob was in a sinful haze, his chest about to burst with the exhilaration flowing through his veins. “Fuck, you’re both so fucking hot.” He swiftly pulled his fingers out and tasted you on them, bringing them close to your face so you could too. Bob almost orgasming at the sight of you and of Bucky too. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he blubberingly admitted causing you to let out a sweet laugh.

“Don’t worry, Bobby, we will have time for that. We don’t want your first time to be rushed, do we now sweetie?” You called out to Bucky you moaned in approval of your words. “You want to eat me out, cutie?” Bob went weak at the knees over your honeyed tone asking a filthy question. He scooted down and plunged mouth first straight into your pussy, really showing you that he couldn’t wait. “Oh, god! Bob! That’s so, so good.” You groaned, back arching as you looked out to Bucky who was almost cumming on the chair at the sight. You reached out for him silently with your arm and he came over to you both in the bed, his knees resting by your head as you opened wide for him and let him fuck your mouth.

Bob looked at the sight, moaning into your wet folds and causing a delightful tingling through your whole body which transferred onto Bucky. “That pussy is the gates to heaven.” Bob agreed with another hum. “Ain’t she a dream, Bob.” Bucky said “A fucking gorgeous dream. The two of you are.” He admitted, the praise making Bob burry further between your thighs. Bucky played with your nipples as you continued to suck him off. Bob pulled back, causing you to lowly groan against Bucky’s cock.

“Sorry, beautiful, I’m wearing too many clothes for this.” He admitted and stood back.

“Let us help you take them off.” Bucky said, pulling himself away from your warm mouth. You shakily stood up and removed his belt while Bucky removed his top, kissing his chest while doing so.

“You can have the fun part, baby.” Bucky watched as you fell to your knees and undid the button of his jeans pulling them down and leaving him in his boxers before you hooked your fingers around those and pulled them down. Bob’s cock sprang free, yours and Bucky’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.” You gawked at the sight of him.

“I agree. Where have you been hiding that?”

Bob blushed at the words being laid upon him as he stepped out of his clothes around his ankles. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as you slowly slid him into your mouth, with each millisecond passing, Bobs moans became louder and Bucky kissed him in order to stifle him a little. One of Bob’s hands reached your head while the other tangled with Bucky’s hair. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuck!” He moaned against Bucky’s lips. “Is she always this good?”

Bucky smirked “Always.”

Bobs hips jolted forward as you gagged on his length, the sound making the two men feral. Your mouth then moved to Bucky’s cock and he groaned, involuntary biting into Bobs neck, making him yelp with pleasure, before kissing the same spot. “Doing such a good job, Y/N.” Bob whimpered out. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum again just waiting the two of you like this.”

You stopped and pulled back a little. “Again?” You questioned, Bucky also raising a brow.

Bob bashfully smirked “You don’t think I got myself off at the sight of you two? Especially after seeing you in the kitchen or when you were out on the balcony…” you and Bucky wickedly smirked.

“Did you want that to be me cumming all over Y/N’s chest that day?” He peppered a kiss over his lips and cheeks as you stood up and did the same.

“Did you want that to be you cumming all over my chest…?” Bob gulped at your words, suddenly feeling like a gazelle between two lions. You turned your head a little to face Bucky, roaming your hands over his body. “Maybe we should put him out of his misery, baby. He’s been such a good boy. Don’t you think he deserves to cum?”

Bucky mocked a pondering expression. “Hmm…I dunno. We wouldn’t want it to be over too quickly…”

Bob let out a gruff growl “Please, god, I’ll be so good for you both. We can fuck all the time, always, so much, just please let me fucking cum in or on or both on the pair of you already!” He burst causing you and Bucky to widely smile at his wild outburst. A far cry from the sweet, timid Bob you both thought you knew.

You shared a look with Bucky “He has been so good so far. We should let him.” You said and Bob grinned.

“Fine, since it’s the first time and you’re so excited. But next time, we’re going to be playing with you a lot longer…” he warned. “You can do the honours tonight,” he said moving to the bed again “I’ll cum in her mouth, you can cum in her pussy. Let’s fill up those holes of hers with us.”

The three of you were on the bed, mouths and hands roaming every inch of someone’s body, not knowing we’re one limb started and the other ended. Bucky was the one who grabbed onto Bob’s cock, thrusting it in his hand just enough to make him moan into your mouth. “Fuck me, both of you fuck me. Ruin me.” You begged. “Don’t just cum in the one place, I want it all.” Bucky and Bob shared a glance and a smirk that silently created a plan.

Bucky thrust his cock into your mouth as Bob took a deep breath and sunk his cock deep into your dripping pussy. Both boys let out a ‘fuck’ in unison under their breaths as you lay on the bed and let them both fuck you in harmony. Bucky was reaching his climax first, gripping onto the bed frame and Bobs shoulder. “Gonna cum, fuck you’re both so fucking sexy.” With a groan, his hips bucked and a shot of hot cum ran down your throat, not before he pulled back and finished across your chest.

You began to come undone on Bobs hard cock, an orgasm washing over you as you yelled out both thier names like you were chanting life-altering scripture. Bob burst at the sight, screaming, cursing and moaning as he came inside you, finding the strength to pull out in enough time to also finish off of your chest and stomach, both boys leaving white shiny ribbons across your rapidly rising and falling torso.

The two boys licked your chest clean before sharing a kiss and then kissing you, letting the cum on their tongues drip onto your own, allowing the sweet and salty taste of three of you to dance over your tastebuds. Bob collapsed beside you, latching onto your side.

Bucky kissed your forehead as he grabbed you a washcloth, beginning his gentle aftercare of cleaning you up, even cleaning up Bob with a gentle smile on his face before joining the two of you in bed again one he has done that. You were sandwiched in between the two boys, a level of bliss you had been unfamiliar with for a while.

Bob had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he drifted off to sleep, enduring the afterglow of an intense new high, one he had never experienced before.

“Holy shit. That was fucking incredible. You two are fucking incredible. I can’t wait to do more. I can’t wait to try everything.” He couldn’t help but blissfully chuckle. You and Bucky shared a tired smile. “Wish you guys had asked me sooner.”

—•—

You were dishing out dinner a few days later, the two boys looking at you, starving.

But not for the meal you had prepared.

The rest of the team were blissfully unaware, chatting amongst themselves as you squeezed yourself between Bucky and Bob, your new favourite place to be. “Both?” You asked Bob, again talking about the food on the platter you were holding.

He subtly licked his lips, his lust-blown pupils darting between you and Bucky.

“Both.”

—•—

PART 2

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Babyproofed claws

req: I was thinking with Logan/Wolverine where he ends up having a little girl with the reader and for a while like a few months/a year she doesn’t show any signs of mutation until one day they see little baby claws come out of her hand🥹 like they don’t hurt her like Logan’s does since she was born with it. And reader loves her even more and reassure Logan that she’ll be okay and that nothing will ever change. So mostly fluff but a little smut at the end pile be amazing! Like not necessarily a full smut just like sexual tension about “baby number two” hoping they have reader’s mutation

Req by @supernaturalstilinski

Warnings: fem!reader, it’s said logan wasn’t born with his claws (not canon, swapped it out to better fit request) , I did tweak the end a lil, dad!logan not proofread, fluff mostly

MASTERLIST | KOFI

Throughout your pregnancy, Logan’s mind was consumed with worry for the entire nine months as he wondered if his mutation would affect her. The thought of her experiencing the same pain as he did terrified him, and he was willing to endure it a million times over again to spare her.

Everything went smoothly for a year, her first birthday a few weeks ago. He thought that she was safe, he thought that by some miracle, both of your x-genes hadn’t passed onto her. He should have known he was wrong.

It started off as a normal night, him waking up earlier than anyone else, padding over towards the kitchen in an oversized jacket and sweatpants. He turned on the tv, quietly letting out a grunt as he sat down on couch and sinking into the cushions.

He got a few minutes to himself before he heard little whines coming from the room, making him sigh, knowing his time was up. He stood up, to already see you standing up, groggily mumbling to her as you picked her up. You glanced up at Logan, murmuring a sleepy “goodmorning” to him.

He sits down next to you, gently wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. You put your head on his shoulder, both of you staring at your cooing baby in your arms.

As she lifted her hands in front of her face, you noticed a small glimmer of metal in the dim light. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Logan's eyes widened in surprise. He practically flew up off the bed, switching on the light to make sure he wasn’t going insane.

“What the fuck?” You murmured, quickly pulling her hands away from her face, making her face contort up and she began to cry.

Logan was speechless, watching you examine the small metal claws, glancing up at him again. His eyes lingered on her.

“No, this… what? How? Her x-rays were totally fucking normal.” He finally spoke, watching her curious eyes examine the metal claws, tilting her head to the side. You still held her arm away from her face, just as confused as he was.

He then watched her retract her claws back into her hands, his eyebrow lifting when she let out a giggle instead of a cry.

You sighed in relief when you saw it didn’t hurt her as much as it had Logan. “Lo,” you turned your attention back to the man. He finally turned to you, his expression unreadable.

“Calm down.” You murmured, noticing how his eyes were about to pop out of the socket and his veins were about to bulge out of his skin.

“Calm down? Seriously? You’re gonna tell me to calm down? Our baby-“

"She's fine, okay? Look," you interrupted him and gestured towards her, causing him to look back at her once more. She was peacefully sleeping in your arms, and you carefully placed her back down in her crib. Logan stood with his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This still doesn’t make any fucking sense.” He spoke, sitting on the bed next to you again.

“She developed it late.” You replied, cocking your head to the side, as both of you gazed at the crib. “But for some reason, It didn’t look like it hurt for her.”

“But how? I mean,” he choked out a laugh, “her skeleton is probably covered in fucking metal, and there’s fucking claws retracting in and out of her skin, and god only knows if she has regeneration. That shit is gonna hurt.” He raised his voice at the end, you turning to him with a glare when you saw her stir. “Sorry, but it just doesn’t make fucking sense.”

“I know that, logan.” You snapped, glancing at him. “None of this makes fucking sense. But lo, she’s our baby, we just need to help her. Love her.”

He held his face in his hands, shaking his head to himself. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his large frame, kissing the blade of his tense shoulder.

“Everything will be fine, she will be fine. It’ll all work out, Lo. It always does.” You murmured quietly to him.

He shook his head, mumbling “Fuck,” with a bitter laugh. “I can’t even be a good dad.”

“But you are a good dad. Logan, that girl loves you like crazy. Nothings gonna change that.”

He stared back into the crib, thinking for a moment. “How are we supposed to explain to her that she’s different from everyone else? That she’s not fucking normal and it’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself for this. And we’ll figure it out when that time comes. She’s a year old. We have time.”

He huffed, knowing you were right. You always were. He swore that being right was your mutation at this point.

She was peacefully asleep, mouth agape and chest falling and rising. A soft smile made its way onto your face, knowing that despite her mutation, you both would love her more than anything, you always will.

A few hours later, he was sitting with her on his lap, her giggling wildly with the small metal claws sticking out her hands, and Logan sticking foam on the top of them, baby proofing them for her, grumbling under his breath every time she kept jumping on his lap.

“There.” He murmured when he finished, watching her eyes go to the foam on her hands, making her eyebrows quirk in the way his usually did. He couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

His smile disappeared when her claws retracted, the foam falling down. He groaned in annoyance, after taking all that time just for them to fall right off, shaking his head.

“Damnit.”

Once she was put back in her crib, both of you laying in bed, you murmur out something that makes him quirk an eyebrow.

“Maybe our second one will have my mutation.” You thought out loud, him looking at you.

“Second one, huh?”

You smirked, and he just smiled back, shaking his head at you.

“That would be nice.” He replied.