Wolverine and me

"evan. steps into the halls of the Xavier Institute for Mutant Education and Outreach, an expression of excitement and apprehension on their face as they begin their journey as a new member of the X-Men. As they navigate the bustling corridors, they catch sight of a rugged figure leaning against the wall, a cigar clenched between his teeth. It's Logan, the gruff and formidable member of the X-Men, with a steely gaze that seems to size you up in an instant."

"Hey there, rookie," "Logan says in his trademark gruff tone, his voice carrying a hint of authority." "You lookin' lost or you actually meant to end up here?"

"Logan nods in acknowledgment as he sees their travel bag, his gaze sharp and assessing."

"Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a fresh face in the mix. Name's Wolverine, but you can call me Logan if you prefer."

"Logan's gaze lingers on Meenakshi, his expression unreadable as he takes a slow drag on his cigar." "Yeah? What've you heard, rookie?" "He exhales a plume of smoke, his voice low and gravelly."

"Logan's expression softens slightly, his gaze searching Meenakshi's face." "Ah, kid...don't go gettin' all mushy on me now. I ain't no hero. Just a guy who's been around the block a few times and learned to adapt." "He flicks his cigar ash onto the floor." "But yeah, I can heal. It's a pain in the ass, too. And don't even get me started on the whole 'saving mutant kids' thing. That's just part of the job." "He pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet Meenakshi's." "But I'm guessing you're not here to talk about my resume, huh?"

"Logan's face sets in a grim line, his eyes clouding over with a mix of emotion and pain." "Ah, kid...don't get me wrong, I'm not some saint who's gonna make everything all better. But I know what it's like to feel like you're drowning in your own vulnerability. "He takes a slow drag on his cigar, his voice dropping to a low rumble." I've been there too. Lost people I cared about. People who needed me." "He pauses, his gaze drifting away for a moment before focusing back on Meenakshi." "But here's the thing, kid. You can't let fear control you. You gotta learn to defend yourself, to fight back. And I can teach you how to do that." "His voice is low and serious, his eyes burning with an intensity that"He takes a step closer to Meenakshi, his eyes never leaving hers.*

"Logan's eyes lock onto Meenakshi's, his gaze piercing and intense. He doesn't stop moving until he's inches from her face, his chest almost touching hers." "I'll teach you how to fight, kid. But you gotta be willing to get your hands dirty. You gotta be willing to hurt." "His voice is low and rough, sending shivers down Meenakshi's spine." "And I'm not just talking about physical fighting. I'm talking about emotional toughness too. You can't let fear consume you. You gotta learn to control it." "He takes another step closer, his breath whispering across Meenakshi's lips." "You ready for that?"

"Logan's eyes gleam with a hint of amusement, but his expression remains tough and unyielding." "Good. Because I'm not gonna sugarcoat it for you, kid. We're gonna start with the basics: hand-to-hand combat. And I'm gonna push you hard. You gotta be ready to get hurt." "He takes a step back, his gaze still locked onto Meenakshi's." "First lesson: defense. You gotta learn how to protect yourself. "He pulls out a pair of boxing gloves from his pocket and hands them to Meenakshi." Put these on."

"Logan's gaze never leaves Meenakshi's face, his eyes piercing and intense. He cracks his knuckles, a low growl building in the back of his throat." "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." "He charges at Meenakshi, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. The sound of his blows echoes through the empty gym, making it seem like a dark and ominous cave." "Come on, girl. Try to block me!"

"Logan's eyes narrow, his breathing heavy as he advances on Meenakshi again. His movements become more precise, his punches aimed at her head and body." "You think height is gonna save you? I'm a mutant, kid. I've got claws, I've got strength. You're no match for me." "He lands a series of quick jabs to Meenakshi's stomach, his gloved fists sinking deep into her midsection." "But I'll give you credit: you're not going down without a fight."

"Logan's face twists into a mixture of amusement and surprise, his eyes locked onto Meenakshi's as she sits over him, panting heavily. He can't help but chuckle, the sound low and rough in his throat." "Well, well, well. Looks like you've got some tricks up your sleeve, don't you?" "He smiles, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the gym, his gaze still fixed on Meenakshi with a mixture of curiosity and respect." "I didn't think you had it in you, kid." "He continues to lie there, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, his eyes never leaving Meenakshi's face."

"Logan's expression changes to one of concern as Meenakshi's weight crashes down onto his chest. He wraps his arms around her, holding her securely in place as she fades into unconsciousness." "Ah, kid, what'd you do?" "He mutters softly, his voice laced with a mix of worry and annoyance. He gently rolls onto his back, carrying Meenakshi with him, and looks up at the ceiling with a hint of exasperation."

"Logan sits in the chair, his eyes fixed on Meenakshi's peaceful face as he gently tends to her bruises. He winces slightly as he remembers the intensity of their battle, but a small smile plays on his lips as he thinks about her determination and ferocity. As the minutes tick by, his eyelids grow heavy, and he leans back in the chair, letting exhaustion claim him. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and his head nods forward, his chin dipping towards his chest. He's out cold, still keeping watch over Meenakshi despite his own fatigue."

"Logan's eyes flicker open, his gaze snapping towards Meenakshi as she touches his hair. For a moment, he just stares at her, his expression still clouded with the remnants of his nightmare. Then, his eyes clear, and he regards her with a mixture of surprise and wariness. He sits up straight, his movements fluid, and studies her face intently." "What're you doing?" "His voice is low and rough, like sandpaper, and sends a shiver down Meenakshi's spine. Logan's eyes narrow, his pupils dilating as he takes in her touchy caress. His jaw sets, and he looks away, his gaze drifting to some point beyond Meenakshi."

"Logan's gaze lingers on some distant point, his mind still tangled in the dark threads of his nightmare. Slowly, his attention returns to Meenakshi, and his eyes narrow into slits as he takes in her proximity. He can feel the warmth of her hand on his hair, and his body tenses, like a spring coiling tight. His voice drops to a growl as he speaks." "You shouldn't be doing that." "His eyes bore into hers, demanding she understand the intensity of his words. Logan's chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, and his grip on the armrests of the chair tightens, as if ready to pounce."

"Logan's gaze never wavers, his eyes blazing with a intensity that makes Meenakshi's skin prickle. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low rumble." "You shouldn't be touchin' me like that. I'm not...I'm not exactly the type of guy who gets comforted." "His words are laced with a mix of gruffness and vulnerability, as if he's sharing a secret that he's ashamed of. Logan's hand reaches out, his fingers curling around the edge of the chair arm, as if he's resisting the urge to pull her closer."

"Logan's eyes flash with a warning, his jaw clenched as if he's trying to hold back a growl. For a moment, it seems like he might bite her head off, but then his gaze softens ever so slightly, and he mutters, his voice low and rough." "Shut up, Meenakshi. You don't know what you're talking about." "His hand tightens around the chair arm, as if he's trying to keep himself anchored in place. Despite his tough exterior, there's a hint of pleading in his words, a desperate longing for acceptance and comfort that he can't quite admit to."

"Logan's eyes seem to bore into Meenakshi's soul, his gaze burning with a intensity that makes her skin prickle. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he tries to process this sudden invasion of his personal space. For a moment, it seems like he might push her off, but then his fingers relax, and he lets out a low growl as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer." "You shouldn't have done that," "he whispers against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine." "But now you're stuck with me." "His voice is low and menacing, yet there's a strange, tender quality to it, as if he's both warning her away and drawing her in at the same time."

"Logan's eyes flicker with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, but his chest muscles contract under her touch, and he lets out a low rumble as he says, "You're playing with fire, kid." His voice is laced with warning, but his body language tells a different story. He doesn't push her away, doesn't tell her to stop. Instead, he seems to be savoring the sensation of her fingers on his skin." "You think you can handle what I am?" "His gaze drops to her lips, his pupils dilating with interest as he leans in, his breath whispering against her ear." "I'm not exactly the gentle type."

"Logan's eyes flash with heat, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity as he growls, "Oh, I see." His voice is low and rough, sending shivers down Meenakshi's spine. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest expanding as he says, "You think you can handle the animal that I am?" His eyes lock onto hers, his pupils dilating with an unmistakable hunger." "I'm a beast, kid. A wild animal with claws and teeth. And once I've got my hands on you, there's no telling what'll happen." "His words are a warning, but they're also a promise, a promise of raw power and unbridled passion."

"Logan's eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as he crashes his lips down on hers, the kiss rough and demanding. His mouth devours hers, his tongue thrusting deep and hard as he takes control. He bites her lip, hard, making her gasp in surprise, but then soothes it with a gentle caress of his tongue. The kiss is a storm, a whirlwind of passion and intensity that leaves Meenakshi breathless and wanting more." "You shouldn't trust me, kid," "he growls against her mouth, his voice low and menacing." "I'm not a good man. I'm a monster." "But he doesn't stop kissing her, doesn't break away, despite the warning in his words. Instead, he pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepens the kiss, his fingers digits digging into her skin."

*Logan's hands move to help her, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pulls her shirt up and over her head. He tosses it aside, his gaze burning with a hungry intensity as he takes in the sight of her bare breasts. His lips still claim hers, the kiss growing more fierce and demanding as he probes the depths of her mouth. His teeth graze her lip, sending shivers down her spine as he growls, "You're so damn beautiful." "His voice is low and rough, his breath hot against her skin as he pulls back just enough to gaze at her with a savage possessiveness."

"Logan's eyes flash with a primal intensity as he drops to his knees, his hands grasping her hips as he pulls her closer. He buries his face in her chest, his hot breath washing over her skin as he inhales deeply. His lips leave trails of fire on her skin, gentle and soothing one moment, brutal and savage the next. He claims her nipples with his teeth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure as he soothes it with his tongue, his mouth moving across her chest in a slow, deliberate dance." "You're a work of art, kid," "he growls against her skin, his voice rough with emotion." "A masterpiece." "He looks up at her, his eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness as he grips her hips tighter, pulling her closer. His eyes bore into hers, demanding she see the truth in them."

"Logan's eyes flash with satisfaction, his grip on her hips tightening as he growls in approval. He raises his head, his lips tracing a path of fire down her abdomen, lingering around her navel before moving lower." "Yeah?" "he murmurs, his voice low and husky, as he pulls aside her panties and dips his tongue into the wetness." "You like that?" "His fingers spread her open, his gaze burning with a primal intensity as he inspects her damp folds." "You want me to take control?" "His voice drops to a growl, his breath hot against her skin as he begins to circle her clit with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate."

"Logan's tongue pauses, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity. He draws back slightly, his breath hot against her skin as he growls." "Scared? Of what, kid? Me?" "His hand raises, his index finger tracing a slow path up her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine." "I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." "His voice is low and reassuring, but his eyes still burn with a primal intensity, promising punishment if she didn't comply." "But..." "He leans in, his mouth hovering just above hers." "I am gonna claim you. Completely. And there's no going back."

"Logan's eyes flash with triumph, his mouth crashing down onto hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue invades her mouth, claiming her as his own. He nips at her lips, sending sparks of desire coursing through her veins." "Good girl," "he growls, breaking free from the kiss to nip at her neck." "Now, let me show you what it means to be claimed."

"Logan's fingers dig deeper into her hips, his thumb applying pressure to her clit as he continues to kiss her. His tongue darts in and out of her mouth, mimicking the slow, deliberate movement of his fingers. He's not rushing, just teasing, building the tension and anticipation." "Mmmm... yeah," "he mutters against her lips." "You like that?" "His teeth scrape against her lower lip, sending shivers down her spine." "You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

"Logan's eyes narrow, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulls her closer. His fingers still strumming against her clit, he leans in, his mouth whispering sweet nothings against her ear." "Don't beg, kid," "he growls, his voice low and husky." "You know I'm not gonna stop until you're screaming my name." "He pauses, his tongue tracing the curve of her earlobe." "Now, are you gonna try to be a good girl, or do we need to do this the hard way?"

"Logan's eyes flash with possessiveness, his grip on her hips flexing as he pulls her closer. His mouth claims hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as his hand drops to cup her sex. He rubs against her, his fingers applying pressure to her lips, and then his mouth is there, his hot breath fanning across her skin as he kisses the tender flesh of her inner thigh." "I'm gonna make you beg for it," "he growls, his voice muffled against her skin." "You're gonna hate me, and then you're gonna love me for it."

"Logan's lips brush against her clit, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. He tastes her, his tongue darting in and out of her folds as he teases and toys with her. His hands come up to cup her ass, holding her in place as he goes down on her." "Oh, yeah... you're so wet," "he mutters, his voice vibrating against her skin." "You want this, don't you?"

"Logan's tongue dips deeper, his fingers digging into her ass as he holds her in place. He sucks and licks, his mouth moving in a frantic rhythm as he feasts on her. His eyes never leave hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he drinks in her pleasure." "You taste so good," "he growls, his voice low and husky." "I could eat you all day."

"Logan's mouth closes over her again, his lips sucking hard as he fingers her harder. His other hand comes up to wrap around the back of her head, holding her in place as he devours her. He nips and bites, his teeth scraping against her tender flesh as he teases and torments her." "Oh, yeah... you want more?" "he growls, his breath hot against her skin." "I'm just getting started."

"Logan's fingers slide up to her clit, pressing hard against it as he sucks and licks. He bites down on the sensitive flesh, making her cry out in pleasure. His hand comes up to cup her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple as he teases and toys with her." "You're so close," "he whispers, his voice husky with desire." "I can feel it."

"Logan's eyes flick up to meet yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he licks and sucks your clit. He growls low in his throat, his fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place. His other hand comes up to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his mouth as he deepens the kiss." "Mmm, yeah... give it to me," "he mutters, his voice muffled against your flesh." "I want all of it."