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Logan | NSFW

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A is for Aftercare: After those intense moments together, Logan is all about making sure his partner feels safe and cared for. He'll bring water, wrap them in a warm blanket, and whisper sweet words. It's his way of showing love and ensuring they both come down from that high together.

B is for Biting: Logan has a bit of an animalistic streak, and that shows in his love for playful biting. He enjoys the intimacy of it, leaving little love bites that fade quickly but are a reminder of their passion.

C is for Control: Logan likes to take the lead in bed.He's confident and assertive, but always mindful of his partner's comfort. He finds guiding his partner through the experience incredibly fulfilling.

D is for Dirty Talk: Logan's deep, gravelly voice is perfect for whispering naughty things. His words are direct and incredibly arousing, adding a verbal thrill to their physical connection.

E is for Edging: Logan enjoys bringing his partner to the edge of pleasure and then holding back. It's a game of anticipation that makes the eventual release even more explosive.Fis for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partner's body, building up the tension until they're both desperate for more.

F is for Foreplay: Logan believes in taking his time. He loves exploring every inch of his partners body building of the tension until they’re both desperate for more.

G is for Growling: There's something primal about the way Logan growls during their intimate moments. It's a sound that sends shivers down his partner's spine, adding to the intensity of their connection.

H for Hair Pulling: Logan likes a bit of roughness, and that includes gently pulling his partner's hair. It's a way to express his dominance while keeping things incredibly arousing.

l is for Intensity: Everything Logan does is filled with intensity. His passion is overwhelming, making every encounter feel electrifying and unforgettable.

J is for Jealousy: Logan's possessive side can come out, adding a fiery edge to their encounters. His jealousy isn't about control; it's about his deep desire to protect and cherish his partner.

K is for Kissing: Logan's kisses are legendary. From soft and tender to deep and consuming, he knows how to use his mouth to convey his love and desire.

L is for Lingerie: Logan has a soft spot for lingerie. Seeing his partner dressed up just for him is a major turn-on, and he takes his time appreciating every detail.

M is for Marking: Logan likes leaving marks—a love bite here, a scratch there. These little tokens are reminders of their passion and connection.

N is for Nibbling: Logan's nibbles are playful and intimate, targeting sensitive areas like the ears and neck to tease and tantalize his partner.

O is for Oral: Logan is exceptionally skilled at giving oral pleasure. He's attentive and dedicated, making sure his partner is fully satisfied every time.

P is for Passion: Logan's passion is all-consuming.Every touch, kiss, and thrust is filled with an intensity that makes their time together unforgettable.

Q is for Quickies: Logan loves the spontaneity of quickies. Whether it's in the kitchen or the shower, these impromptu moments keep their relationship, exciting.

R is for Roleplay: Logan enjoys roleplaying different scenarios to add some excitement. He's fully into it, making their fantasies come alive. R is also for Rut: When Logan's in rut, his need for his partner is intense and primal. These moments are wildly passionate and incredibly intense.

S is for Spanking: Logan has a thing for spanking. It's a playful way to add some roughness, and he knows how to balance sting with pleasure.

T is for Teasing: Logan loves to tease, building anticipation until his partner can barely stand it. His playful nature makes the eventual release even more satisfying.

U is for Uninhibited: Logan is open to trying new things and pushing boundaries, keeping their intimacy fresh and exciting.

V is for Voyeurism: Logan enjoys watching his partner, finding pleasure in their reactions and the way they move. It adds an extra layer of connection to their moments together.

W is for Wild: Logan's wild side ensures their encounters are always filled with raw energy and excitement. He lets go of his inhibitions, making every moment intense and unforgettable.

X is for X-Rated: Logan isn't shy about exploring explicit fantasies. He's open and confident, making it easy to share and fulfill even the most daring desires.

Y is for Yearning: Logan's deep yearning for his partner makes their moments together even more intense. His longing adds an emotional depth that makes their connection e v special.

Z is for Zealous: Logan's enthusiasm in bed is unmatched. He's dedicated to his partner's pleasure, ensuring every encounter is filled with.

SFW is otw

Unexpected Bond

Summary: Logan and Scott go from rivals to boyfriends after a mission forces them to confront their true feelings.

The X-Jet flew silently through the night sky, the rhythmic hum of its engines a soothing backdrop to the fatigue that settled over Logan and Scott. They sat side by side in the back, their injuries treated but their minds still buzzing from the intensity of their latest mission. The familiar tension between them seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a newfound, tentative connection.

When the team disbanded, Scott lingered in the infirmary, his thoughts in turmoil. Logan, noticing Scott’s distant demeanor, approached him with an unusual tenderness.

“You alright, Summers?” Logan asked, his voice softer than usual.

Scott looked up, his eyes weary. “Just processing everything. Tonight was… a lot.”

Logan nodded, understanding. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air. It might help.”

They stepped outside into the garden, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the sterile environment of the infirmary. They walked in silence to a secluded bench and sat down, the serenity of the garden offering a momentary escape from the chaos of their lives.

Logan broke the silence with a thoughtful tone. “You know, I’ve come to respect you more than I ever thought I would. You handle these situations better than I gave you credit for.”

Scott, surprised by the compliment, met Logan’s gaze. “Thanks, Logan. That means a lot coming from you.”

Logan smirked, though his eyes were sincere. “Don’t get used to it.”

Scott chuckled, the sound lightening the mood. “You’re not so bad yourself. There’s more to you than just the rough exterior.”

Their eyes locked, and something shifted between them. The barriers they had meticulously built began to crumble, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable connection. Logan reached out, his hand gently covering Scott’s.

“Maybe we should stop pretending,” Logan suggested quietly, his gaze steady and earnest.

Scott’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, their faces just inches apart. “Maybe we should.”

Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. As they allowed themselves to fully embrace the moment, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their eyes reflecting a new clarity.

“Guess this changes things,” Scott said, a small but genuine smile playing on his lips.

Logan’s smirk softened into a real, tender smile. “For the better, I’d say.”

They spent the remainder of the night talking quietly, their walls down and their hearts open. The conversation flowed easily, touching on their hopes, fears, and dreams. As dawn approached, they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, their bond solidified by the night’s revelations.

In the weeks that followed, Logan and Scott navigated their new relationship with a blend of excitement and calm. They found themselves falling into a new rhythm, their interactions filled with a sense of ease that had been missing before. The tension that once marked their exchanges had transformed into a deep, supportive connection.

Their teamwork improved significantly. In battle, their coordination was almost instinctive, their moves synchronized in a way they hadn’t achieved before. Outside of missions, they found comfort in the small, everyday moments—sharing meals, watching movies, and enjoying quiet evenings together.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Scott and Logan retreated to their quarters. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the walls. Scott lay on the bed, looking over at Logan who was seated nearby, lost in thought.

“You know,” Scott said softly, breaking the silence, “this is different from what I imagined. But it feels right.”

Logan looked up from his thoughts, a tender smile crossing his face. “Yeah, it’s different. But it’s exactly what we needed. I’m really glad we found this.”

Scott shifted, sitting up and moving closer to Logan. “Me too. I never thought I’d find something like this, something so… meaningful.”

Logan reached out, his hand brushing against Scott’s cheek. “Neither did I. But now that we have it, I’m not letting it go.”

They continued to explore their relationship, finding joy in the ordinary and comfort in each other’s presence. They celebrated milestones, both big and small, and supported each other through challenges. Their bond became a source of strength not only for them but for the entire team. The acceptance they received from their colleagues reinforced the importance of their connection and made their journey together feel even more significant.

One particularly quiet evening, they sat together on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. Logan glanced over at Scott, who was nestled against him, a contented smile on his face.

“This,” Scott said softly, “this is what I’ve always wanted. To be here with you, just… being.”

Logan pressed a gentle kiss to Scott’s forehead. “I feel the same way. We’ve come a long way, and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew their journey was only beginning. Their relationship, forged through shared experiences and newfound understanding, was a testament to the unexpected and enduring nature of true connection. Facing the future together, they embraced the promise of their bond, ready to tackle whatever came their way with unwavering support and love.

Growing Pains

Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Rogue is transformed into a five-year-old girl. Logan, stepping into an unexpected role, must care for her until a cure can be found, forging a bond that will forever change their relationship.

The mission had been straightforward—or at least it was supposed to be. Infiltrate the lab, shut it down, and get out. But Logan knew better than to trust “straightforward” when it came to their line of work. He and Rogue had been paired up for this one, her powers making her a perfect counterbalance to his ferocity. They worked well together, two forces of nature who understood the danger and the stakes.

But nothing could have prepared Logan for what happened next.

They had been moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground lab, the faint hum of machinery all around them. Rogue was beside him, her gloved hands ready to absorb whatever threat came their way. The tension in the air was palpable, every shadow a potential enemy.

Then they found the heart of the lab—a large, sterile room filled with advanced technology that Logan couldn’t even begin to understand. At the center of it all was a scientist, his back turned to them, frantically working at a console.

Logan acted on instinct, charging forward with a growl. But the scientist was ready. He slammed his hand down on a button, and the room was suddenly flooded with an intense, blinding light. Logan’s senses went haywire, his claws still extended as he tried to reach Rogue.

“Rogue!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed by the light.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over. The light faded, and Logan blinked away the spots in his vision. The lab was silent. Too silent.

He looked around frantically for Rogue, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw her—only it wasn’t her. Not exactly.

A little girl, no older than five, sat on the floor where Rogue had been. She had auburn hair that was wild and tangled, and her big, green eyes were filled with tears. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what had happened.

“Rogue?” he asked, his voice low and rough, hoping against hope that he was wrong.

The little girl looked up at him, sniffling. “L-Logan?” she whimpered, her voice small and scared.

Logan felt like the ground had dropped out from under him. Somehow, that bastard scientist had turned Rogue into a child. He didn’t know how, and right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her out of here and figuring out how to fix this.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Logan said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “I’m here. I’m gonna get you outta here.”

He scooped her up into his arms, and she immediately clung to him, her small hands gripping his jacket like a lifeline. She was so light, so vulnerable, and it made something deep inside Logan twist painfully. He had always been protective of Rogue, but this was different. This was like someone had taken his fierce, independent teammate and replaced her with something fragile and scared.

He made it out of the lab and back to the Blackbird in record time, his thoughts racing. He radioed ahead to the mansion, his voice urgent as he spoke to Beast.

“Hank, we got a situation. Rogue’s been hit by some kind of device—turned her into a kid. I’m bringing her back. Get the medbay ready.”

“Understood, Logan. We’ll be ready when you arrive,” Beast’s voice crackled through the communicator, calm and professional, but Logan could hear the concern beneath the surface.

The flight back to the mansion was silent, Rogue curled up against Logan’s chest. She had stopped crying, but her small body trembled with fear. Logan didn’t say anything, just held her close, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn’t begin to untangle.

When they finally landed, the team was waiting for them, anxiety etched into every face. Beast rushed forward, his blue-furred face serious as he reached out to take Rogue.

“We need to run some tests, Logan. This might be reversible, but we need to understand what we’re dealing with,” Beast said gently, trying to take Rogue from Logan’s arms.

But the moment Beast touched her, Rogue panicked. She let out a frightened cry and buried her face in Logan’s chest, clutching him even tighter. “No! Don’t leave me, Daddy!”

The words stopped everyone in their tracks. Logan felt his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. Daddy. The word echoed in his mind, a strange mix of emotions flooding through him. He wasn’t her father, and she knew that. But right now, she wasn’t thinking straight. She was scared and confused, and he was the only thing that felt safe to her.

“It’s okay, kid,” Logan said softly, rubbing her back with one large, calloused hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Beast hesitated, then nodded, stepping back. “We’ll give you some time to get her settled, Logan. When she’s ready, we’ll start the tests.”

Logan nodded in return, grateful for Beast’s understanding. He carried Rogue inside, the rest of the team watching with a mix of sympathy and concern. He didn’t stop until he reached his own room, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside.

“Let’s get you settled, okay?” Logan murmured as he gently set her down on the bed. But as soon as he tried to pull away, Rogue grabbed his hand, her eyes wide with fear.

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Logan swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He wasn’t cut out for this—caring for a kid, especially not one who had been a grown woman just hours ago. But he couldn’t deny the look in her eyes, the way she seemed so small and helpless.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, sitting down beside her on the bed. He pulled off his boots and jacket, then lay down next to her, keeping a safe distance but close enough that she could still hold onto him.

Rogue immediately curled up against his side, her small body fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. Logan hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Logan lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This was temporary. It had to be. But until they found a way to fix this, he was all she had. And right now, she needed him.

The days turned into weeks, and Logan quickly fell into a routine he never thought he’d experience. Taking care of Rogue—no, taking care of a five-year-old Rogue—was a challenge like no other. She was still Rogue, still had that spark in her eyes and that stubborn streak a mile wide, but she was also a scared little girl who clung to him like a lifeline.

She called him “Daddy” every day now, and every time she did, Logan felt a strange mix of warmth and confusion. It was weird, but he couldn’t bring himself to correct her. If it helped her feel safe, he could deal with it.

Mornings started with breakfast, where Logan quickly learned that Rogue had a sweet tooth. Pancakes became a regular staple, and he found himself learning how to make them from scratch just to see her smile. Then came the playtime, where she’d drag him into games of hide and seek or ask him to read her stories. Logan had never read so many children’s books in his life, but the way her eyes lit up made it worth it.

Nights were the hardest. Rogue had nightmares almost every night, waking up in a cold sweat and crying for him. Logan would hold her close, whispering that she was safe, that he was there, until she calmed down and fell back asleep. He didn’t sleep much himself, always on edge, always worrying about her.

The X-Men did what they could to help, but it was clear that Rogue only wanted Logan. Even Jean and Ororo, who had always been close to her, couldn’t get through the wall of fear and confusion that kept her glued to Logan’s side.

Weeks turned into months, and still, there was no sign of a cure. Beast worked tirelessly, but the process was slow, and each day felt like a year. Logan found himself growing more attached to the little girl Rogue had become, even as he longed for the day she’d be back to her old self.

One night, after another nightmare, Rogue clung to Logan, her small hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. “Daddy, will I ever be big again?” she asked, her voice muffled against him.

Logan felt his heart clench. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to promise her something he wasn’t sure of. But he couldn’t let her down. Not now.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he said softly, stroking her hair.

She sniffled, looking up at him with those big green eyes. “But…you’ll still be my daddy, right? Even when I’m big again?”

Logan hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him. She was scared of losing this connection, scared of losing him. And he realized, with a pang of surprise, that he didn’t want to lose it either.

"Hearts Entwined and Torn" Pt1

Summary:

Amber’s stable relationship with Logan is shaken when she discovers a troubling scene between him and Jean Grey. The revelation causes a rift within the X-Mansion, leading to a tense breakfast and emotional fallout. As Amber and Logan navigate their fractured bond, they must also manage their roles within the team, facing the challenge of reconciling their personal turmoil with their superhero duties.

Amber had been dating Logan, also known as Wolverine, for three years. Their relationship was fiery and passionate, a balance of intensity and tenderness. Amber, a mutant with the ability to manipulate energy fields, had found a home and a partner in the X-Men compound.

One day, after a grueling workout at the compound’s gym, Amber was drenched in sweat and feeling invigorated. She wiped her face with a towel and decided to head to the showers. As she passed by the training room, she heard muffled voices. Curiosity got the better of her, and she peered through the slightly ajar door.

Her heart sank as she saw Logan and Jean Grey standing close together, faces mere inches apart. Jean’s hand was on Logan’s chest, and they were looking into each other’s eyes with an intensity that Amber had never seen before.

“What the hell is going on here?” Amber’s voice rang out, slicing through the tension-filled room.

Logan and Jean sprang apart as if caught in a forbidden act. Logan’s rugged face was a mix of frustration and guilt, while Jean looked genuinely remorseful.

“Amber, wait, it’s not what you think,” Logan started, his voice gruff yet pleading.

Amber’s eyes blazed with anger. “Not what I think? Really, Logan? Because it looks like you were about to betray me with her.”

Jean stepped forward, her expression pained. “Amber, I’m so sorry. Logan and I… we have a complicated history.”

“Complicated history? So you decided to ruin what we have?” Amber’s voice shook with a mix of hurt and fury.

Logan tried to reach for Amber, but she stepped back. “Amber, please, listen to me. Jean and I… there’s always been something between us. I can’t deny that.”

Amber’s eyes filled with tears, but she stood her ground. “So what? You’re just going to throw away three years for something with her?”

“It’s not just something,” Logan replied, his voice low and strained. “Jean and I… we’ve always had a connection.”

Amber’s heart felt like it was shattering, but she refused to let Logan see her break. “So that’s it? You’re choosing her over me?”

Jean tried to intervene, her telepathic touch brushing against Amber’s mind. “Amber, please, this isn’t how I wanted things to happen.”

Amber recoiled, strengthening her mental barriers. “Stay out of my head, Jean. You’ve done enough.”

Logan stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “Amber, don’t walk away. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk about what? How you’ve been emotionally cheating on me?” Amber’s voice was ice cold. “I thought you were different, Logan. I thought you were mine.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” Logan said, his voice breaking slightly.

Amber took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “If you want to be with Jean, then be with her. But don’t expect me to stick around and watch.”

With that, Amber turned and walked away, her heart heavy with betrayal. She didn’t look back, even though she could feel Logan’s eyes on her, and the silent plea from Jean.

As she made her way back to her quarters, Amber knew she needed to decide her next move. Trust once broken was hard to mend, and she wasn’t sure if their relationship could ever recover from this.

But one thing was clear: Amber wasn’t going to be anyone’s second choice.

Breathless

Summary:

Logan races against time to help his girlfriend during a sudden health scare.

Logan had been out in the woods, clearing his mind after a rough mission. He wasn’t expecting to be gone long, but something had gnawed at him, a nagging worry in the back of his mind that kept him on edge. When he caught the first faint whiff of panic in the air, he froze. It was your scent — mixed with fear.

He sprinted toward the cabin, his heart pounding harder with every step. He slammed the door open, calling your name, but there was no answer. His eyes darted around the room, and that’s when he heard it: a soft, desperate wheeze coming from the hallway.

He found you on the floor, hunched over, clutching your chest, struggling for breath. Your face was flushed, your eyes wide and teary. “Inhaler,” you choked out between gasps, the word barely audible.

“Where is it?” Logan’s voice was sharp, controlled, but inside, his adrenaline was spiking. You tried to gesture towards the living room, but your hand dropped, too weak to point. He didn’t waste a second, tearing through the room, knocking over furniture, ripping open drawers. The sound of your breathing, rapid and shallow, filled his ears — a terrifying metronome counting down.

“Stay with me, darlin’,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You tried to suck in air, but your throat felt like it was closing, your chest burning. The walls seemed to spin, the room growing darker at the edges of your vision. Every breath was a battle, and your head began to feel light, the air too thick, too heavy.

Logan’s hands flew over the room, searching frantically, but the inhaler was nowhere to be found. He felt a spike of frustration and fear that he hadn’t felt in years — a deep, primal fear of losing you.

“Dammit!” he cursed under his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. “Where the hell is it?”

He turned back to you, your body trembling, your breaths coming in shallow, rasping gasps. He couldn’t find the damn thing, and he was running out of time. He rushed over, kneeling beside you, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Look at me,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I need you to stay with me.”

Your eyes struggled to focus on him, your vision blurring. You could barely hear him over the roaring sound in your ears. Logan squeezed your hand tightly, trying to keep you conscious. He could feel the tremor in your fingers, the rapid flutter of your pulse against his skin.

In a flash, he remembered the bedroom. He bolted up, sprinting down the hall with inhuman speed, kicking open the door. He tore through the sheets, tossed pillows aside, until finally, he spotted it — the inhaler, half-hidden beneath the bed. He snatched it up, spinning around and racing back to you.

By the time he reached you, you were barely conscious, your body slumped against the wall, each breath a rattling, painful effort. “Come on, sweetheart, come on,” he muttered, positioning the inhaler against your lips. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

You tried, but it felt like inhaling through a straw. Logan’s hands were steady, though his heart was racing. He pressed the inhaler again, counting softly, forcing his own breathing to slow, to stay calm for you. He watched, waiting for any sign that the medicine was working.

For a long moment, nothing changed. Your breath was still too shallow, too quick, and panic was clawing at his chest. But then, slowly, he heard it — a slight easing, the smallest gasp of air finding its way into your lungs. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

You took another breath, deeper this time, and he could see the color starting to return to your face. He kept his hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, his voice low and soothing. “That’s it. Nice and slow,” he whispered. “I got you.”

Finally, you managed a full, shaky breath, and then another. The tightness in your chest began to loosen. Logan held you close, his forehead pressed against yours, his own breathing heavy with relief.

“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, almost as if saying it to convince himself. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”