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Cal's only dream was to live in peace with you. To live on a planet away from the Empire. One they’d never find. Where he couldn't be hurt and, more importantly, you wouldn't get hurt. Maybe have a kid or two, but he would be more than content with just you and BD. 

You and Cal had been in this fight for too long. Sure, it had its good times. Cal was sure you and BD could make any bad day better. Even when he was bleeding from a blaster shot, he truly believed your soft hand was all he needed to fix it (which was not true, he needed a stim, a bottle of bacta spray, and 20 stitches). 

“Cal?” you ask quietly, rubbing your eyes gently to try to wake yourself up. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered gently, cradling your head. “Kinda hard when your staring at me,” you smile lovingly, Cal laughs.

“Just so beautiful,” he mummers, playing with a strand of your hair. “What’s on your mind?” you ask, knowing he's thinking about a lot more than your sleeping form. “Just our future.” he answers, his fingers finding their way to your scalp as he massages gently. “How do you see our future?” you try to pry, he smiles. “Always so snoopy,” he teases you, kissing your forehead. “If i was snoopy I would have read your thoughts by now,” you respond. He tilts his head. 

“You know, having a home where we can be safe, having time to relax, spend more personal time together.” He throws in a wink at the end, “maybe get married,” he adds

“You’d want to marry me?” you ask, a slight blush appearing on your cheek. “Of course,” he answers, draping your thigh over his body. His fingers slowly move back and forth between your upper and lower thigh. He moves to kiss you, and you gladly return it. As the kiss deepens, he moves between your legs. Moments like this were rare for you and Cal, you never had too much time, and when there was, you both were too sore and bruised to want to do anything except cuddle up and go to sleep. 

Cals kisses made their way down to your neck, causing you to giggle. His fingers found the bottom of your shirt, hinting he wanted it off. You obliged, lifting up your arms in response. The moment your shirt was off, Cal's mouth found its way to your nipple. His tongue circled it. This was all Cal wanted to be able to suck on your breast while you rutted against each other. He was always infatuated with your breast. He was ashamed of it and still partly is. He just can’t take his eyes away from them when you are showing just the tiniest bit of cleavage. Just the thought of cuddling into your breast gives him instant relaxation. But Cal was on a mission to please you, and if you keep rutting against him, he will not last long. 

He moves his mouth down, kissing you all the way down to your panties, and his fingers drag down until they're on the floor. “This okay?” he asks before attaching his mouth to your clit. “More than okay, Cal” he wasted no time after those words fell from your mouth. His hot tongue circling your clit makes you arch your back. Your hands make their way to his red hair as you pull him as close as humanly possible to you. His short beard is rough against your inner thigh, and you are sure it will irritate your skin. But for now, you can't bring yourself to care. Your thighs close around his head. You aren't quite sure how Cal is breathing, but how his tongue darts in and out tells you he's doing okay. “Cal,” you moan, “gotta stop baby.” you moan, your hands not letting go of his hair even with your brain telling you to let go. 

Cal's head pops up, “Kinda hard to stop when youe body keeps forcing me back down,” he laughs. The bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices. You pull him to you, giving him a kiss. “Need you inside me,” you whisper. Cal gives you a quick smile before going back to work. His big red tip looks painful and makes you feel bad for making him wait this long. Not that Cal minded. Your pleasure would always come first to him, no matter how much pain he endured. 

Before Cal's tip reached your entrance, you stopped him, instructing him to sit. You straddle his waist, guiding his cock into you. You both let out a moan at the sensation. “Never let me take care of you…” you begin, “Let me take care of you… Like you do me,” you whisper in his ear. Leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. “Yes, Maam’ he responds. Your arms wrap around his neck as your start bouncing. His hands are firm on your waist, trying his best not to help you. Not that you needed it. You were doing amazing. Pleasing him more than he ever thought was possible. He had this urge and instinct to help you with every little thing, even when he knew you could handle it. But he had to control it this time, in fear if he helped you, he would be forced to take his hands off your waist. 

"I'm not cute," he grumbles, taking another swig of his beer. A couple of men laughed at the comment, and Logan only glared at them.

"You're so cute, like a grumpy little wolf." you tease him, taking his beer from him and downing the rest. Leaving little kisses on his neck.

"Little my ass," he mumbles, rolling his eyes. He was trying his best to act annoyed with you, but you both knew the minute you were in private, he'd try to get all the praises he could get out of you.

"You not giving this pretty lady any attention?" one of the men speaks up, making his way over to you and Logan. Logan's claws threaten to come out; you place a hand on his thigh to try to calm him down.

"She's a pretty little thing bet she takes it like a good little whore" the man begins, obviously wasted; Logan looked like he was about to kill him.

"Oh, I see she's your bitch," he finishes; Logan pushes the man against the wall, holding him up by his throat. The man gasped for air, but Logan's hold wasn't allowing him any.

"She's my wife," he states, and with that, three sharp claws go into the abdomen. Logan pulls his claws out, and the man falls to the floor. No one in the bar dares to make a move on Logan. All just staring in disbelief.

You take Logan's hand and drag him to his truck before he gets the two of you in more trouble. "Better start fucking driving before you get yourself arrested," you say; he obeys without saying a word. Putting the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the bar parking lot.

Hours of silence went by, and neither dared to speak a word. You had an idea of where Logan was taking you. The two of you bought a cabin that was off the grid, so you guys could take a break from the world. And as you pulled into the familiar driveway, you knew your assumption was correct.

"I'm sorry, darlin', I just couldn't let him speak to you like that. Should have never had to see that," he apologized, turning off the truck. "I'm not mad at you. It's just that..." you hesitate, Logan chipping in. "Just that?" he questions, trying to get you to open up to him. "Just that it was really hot," you mumble, hoping he didn't hear you.

"Is that so?" he says, his eyebrows raising, his hand moving to grab your face and make you look at him. You nod in response being too embarrassed to say a word. Logan gets out of the truck, and you take a deep breath. Before he comes over to your side and opens the door for you. Placing his arm underneath your leg and the other on your back to carry you bridal style. Your arms making their way around his neck.

"Your a naughty little thing, you know that?" he teases, unlocking the door to your cabin and pushing it open with his foot. He moves quickly to the bedroom, placing you on the bed while he lays between your legs.

"Logan, please," you whine, his lips kissing your neck, his beard making you shudder. "Please, what? Tell me, and you'll get it, You always do, yeah?"

Logan wanted to give you everything. You were wrapped around his finger, and you deserved it. You brought happiness to his life, something Logan longed for but never got.

You pout at him, Logan kisses your pouted lip in response. "Gotta tell your man. Gotta tell your Wolverine."

You were so needy; your pussy was clenching around nothing. Begging to have Logan inside, to be filled by him. To be as close to him as you could possibly get.

"Need you inside my pussy," you whine, pushing your hips against him, hoping to find some sort of friction.

"Good girl" he smiles, smashing his lips against yours. He pushes your hips down pulling your jeans and panties down your legs; Throwing the on the floor. While you discard your shirt, he moves to discard his clothes.

"Wolvie," you moan, Logan, running his finger up and down the length of your cunt. He pushes his index finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out, making you whimper for more. Logan knows you; he's learned your body. He adds his middle finger, making the same motion, but this time curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, cumming from his fingers. Logan licks his fingers, tasting your juices off them.

You wrap your head around his neck, peppering kisses along his face. "I love you," you whisper, planting a kiss on his lips. All Logan could think was that he had to have the sweetest wife, both literally and figuratively. "I love you more, darlin'," he says, leaving kisses all around your body, and begins thrusting his cock into you. Logans amazed at sight in front of him, your back arched, cheeks flushed, and your mouth in the form of an "o."

He's fucking you slow and deep, each thrust getting a little faster, squeezing around him each time. He looked so big above you; his eyes looked black from how dilated they were. He lifts your legs about his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you deeper. You grab onto his neck; his orgasm is getting close. You could tell by the way his eyebrows were furrowed. He's watching his cock slip in and out of you, and the white ring around his dick.

"Gonna fill you up," Logan states, moving at a faster pace. You clench around him, begging to be filled with his seed. He releases into you, continuing slowly moving into you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit until you cum as well.

"Again?"

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" you worried. He felt like he was running a fever. "You have to leave; I need to be alone," he managed to get out. "Logan, what are you talking about?"

"I started my rut."

"Your rut? Why didn't you just tell me? I've always helped you with it."

"Don't want to hurt you. Last time you had bruises and bite marks all over you. Won't hurt you again mega'. Will never forgive myself for it." He said gently; Logan has always been gentle with you. Doing his best not to hurt you, putting your comfort before his. Occasionally you did end up with some bruises and/or bite marks when he got carried away because of his rut.

"Alpha... you didn't hurt me. Was just a couple of small bruises, and you took good care of me after," you say, running your thumbs up and down his cheek.

"Let me help you, Lo. Want to help you. You always make me feel so good. Please make me feel good," His head perked up, his Alpha instinct kicking in to please him and his mate. Wasting no time he is grabbing your thighs to lift you. "I love you 'mega. Always have, always will." you smiled at his words, kissing him.

The kiss quickly turned heated, and before you knew it, your clothes were gone, your back resting on the headboard while your alphas head was in between your legs. His tongue is licking the length of your slit. His tongue swirled around your clit, making you moan in pleasure.

Your hands found themselves in his hair, pushing his head deeper into your core, his tongue pushing itself inside you. Logan pressed his thumb to your clit, your walls clenching as you came. Logan pulled away; your juices spread over his face and facial hair. "Always taste so good mega'" you whined at his words, pushing his head down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Gonna breed you now..." you nod in response. The tip of his cock was angry and red, dripping with pre-cum. Even when he was in rut, he put your needs before his, no matter how much it hurt him. His thick cock hit your slit a few times before the tip finally entered. "Mmm-ah," you whine as your alpha fills you as much as he can. Your walls stretch around him, making you feel full.

"Gonna fill you with my pups," he grunted, and your cunt squeezed his cock even more. "You want my pups, huh?" you could practically feel him smirk. Logan moves your legs above his shoulders, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His hand moved to play with your breast, squeezing them and pinching your nipple. "Gonna be swollen with milk soon," he smiled at his words.

"Gonna make you a mommy... I'm gonna be a daddy," he said, pounding you harder than before, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly.

"Look at you. So pretty. I have the prettiest mate. Gonna have such pretty pups." He panted in your ear; you could feel a tingling in your toes. Cum shooting out his cock, deep into you. His knot swells and locks you both in place, ensuring you and his cum can't go anywhere. Logan brushed the hair out of your face and brushed your tears away.

"Hurts," you whisper; Logan gives a sympathetic look. "So sorry 'mega. It'll be over soon." he whispers back, giving you kisses all over your face and making you smile.

His knot eventually deflates enough to pull out. Logan smiles ear to ear, crawling on top of you to give you a big kiss. "Love you so much, darlin'" he gives you another kiss. He pulls back from you, his cock still red and leaking cum.

"Ready for round two?" you asked him, smiling. The Wolverine pounces on you, rolling the two of you over, so you're on top.

The Wolverine had made quite the reputation for himself. A reputation that made many fear him. He himself never had much to fear of besides one thing. You. You were angry with him, you didn't need to tell him. He could tell by just the look on your face and the way you were dragging him into your shared room in the mansion. He could hear kids whispering, probably teasing him for being so whipped. The Wolverine being dragged around by a woman half his size was a sight for many of the students and Xavier as it never failed to put a smile on his face.

"What did I do?" he asks, shutting the door to your shared room. You just glare at him. "Darlin' please tell me so I can fix whatever it is."

"I didn't like how she was looking at you," you state, not making eye contact with him.

"Darlin' what are you talking about?" he questions, lifting your head to look at him.

"The woman Xavier was speaking with this morning she was eye fucking you." you mutter, face visible with anger. "Wanna know something? I didn't even notice. You know why? Because I have you. You're the only women I want to love. You're the only women I want to fuck…" he moves down to his knees, his hands resting on your hips. "you're the only woman that gets to see me like this. I'd let you do anything to me." You move your hands to his hair, yanking his head back to look at you. "Anything?"

Shit… was all he could think. It was true he would do anything for you but he wasn't sure he was going to like your next statement. "anything."

"Undress and go lay on the bed," you demand, and he does just that. Logan wasn't used to not being the dominant one in bed. Now that he thinks about you're the first person to give him a demand and he followed it. You look over at him, naked and lying on his back. You open the bedside drawer and pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Darlin'," he says hesitantly, he had never been restrained before during sex. He had only used the handcuffs on you a handful of times as he was scared of you hurting your wrist. But as you tighten the cuff around his wrist it seemed you didn't have the same worry. The other cuff went around the bedpost. "This okay?" you look at him. "Yeah, just gimme a kiss real quick." he insists, and you do just that. His unrestrained hand pushes you closer to deepen the kiss.

You move to straddle him slowly pulling back from the kiss. Moving the straps of your dress down and take it off quickly. "No underwear?" he smirks, and you put your hand around his neck. Logan lets out a surprised gulp. His cock hardening making you smirk. "You like being dominated, Logan? By a woman half your size? What would they say if they saw you like this." his cheeks flush red, and he moves his head to the side. "Don't look away from me" you demand, he moves his head back to look at you. You grind down on him, his cock rubbing your clit as you moved back and forth.

"You're an evil woman" he tries to say without moaning but fails. "Is that any way to talk to your wife?" you ask, applying more pressure on his neck. You'd never tell him this but your teasing was also hurting you, your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging to be filled by him. "N- no, so sor- sorry" he finally moans out. You stop your grinding and release your hand from his throat. You take his dick in your hands and line it up with your pussy. Looking at him for consent, he nods frantically. You smiled sinking down on him, Logan letting out an animalistic moan. "Please move…" he practically cried, and you do. His unrestrained hand moved to your waist, his cock hitting your cervix over and over again.

The restraints were starting to piss him off, he wanted to touch you. Rub your clit while playing with your breast. Maybe even flip you over and fuck you in the mattress. So he pulled on them, and with little effort got his hand free. Before you could complain, he flipped you over fucking you harder than he ever has. You move your arms to wrap around his neck pulling him closer to you, moaning his name over and over again. You move to bite his neck making him scream out in pleasure and pain, and with no warning, he cums. His seed fills you, but he doesn't slow down. You clench around reaching your orgasm as well.

Logan doesn't pull out but collapses on top of you. You hold him, stroking your hand up and down his broad back. "Im sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset with you over something out of your control." you apologize, Logan lifts his head so he can look at you. "Never apologize for giving me the best orgasm of my life." You laugh, caressing the side of his face. "Never thought I would get to dominate you like that. Never thought you enjoy it as much as you did." Logan groans at your words. "If you tell anyone about this I swe-"

"you swear what?" you cut him off.

"I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week."

Eddie moves to straddle your lap, his mouth not leaving yours. "Please let me touch you…" Eddie begs to pull away from the kiss, your hand moving his hair behind his ear. "Where do you want to touch?" you ask him, Eddie immediately blushing too shy to answer.

"Come on pretty boy… Where did all that confidence of yours go? You can tell a popular jock to fuck off but not ask your girlfriend to fuck you?" you tease, Eddie just shakes his head refusing to look at you. You take his hand guiding it to one of your breasts, that's only covered by a t-shirt.

"Wanna touch here?" you ask him, his head nods in response. "I don't think so pretty boy. I'm going to need a verbal answer," you demanded out of him, hovering his hand a few inches from your breast. Eddie let out a whine from the lack of touch. "Yes please," his words were quiet but they would do. You let go of his hand, lifting your shirt off. You redirect Eddie's hand right where it needs to be. Eddie squeezing gently, Eddie bites his lip. Amazed that he was even in a bed with you let alone touching you.

Eddie starts leaving kisses down the valley of your breast all the way down your stomach until he reaches your shorts. "Can I?" Eddie asks, eyes pleading for you to say yes. "Go ahead angel," you reply, he takes no time a pull your shorts down with your panties, throwing them across the room. Eddies eyes widen at the scene in front of him. "Please" he whines, not even sure what he's whining for.

"What do you want to do angel?" you ask him, making eye contact with him. "Want you to sit on my face… if that's okay?" he asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"I think we can make that work," you respond, Eddie grinning ear to ear and hurrying to lay down. You smile at his eagerness, giving him a quick kiss before hovering over his face. Eddie rushes to put his hand on your thighs pulling you down to fully sit on his face. His tongue licking hot stripes over your throbbing clit, your hand finds Eddies, removing his left hand from your thigh to lace them together. "Doing so good for me Eddie. All for me right?" you moan, Eddie muffles out his best yes before returning to pleasing you. "I love you Eddie" you moan out as your orgasm washes over you.

You lift yourself off of him, Eddies face soaking with your arousal. "So messy," you say moving to straddle his hips. "C'mere" you whisper, taking his other hand and helping him to sit up.

"So pretty" you whisper to him, your lips connecting tasting yourself on him. "Not as pretty as you," he whispers back, staring at you in awe. "You taste delicious, don't you think?" he asks, giving you another open-mouthed kiss. "Mhm…" you mutter, pulling away from him and giggling.

"Need help with that?" you say smirking, feeling Eddie's hard-on through his boxers. "Ride me?" he begins, "Please?" he adds, trying to be polite. "Of course" you agree, giving him a kiss before moving his boxers down his legs and straddling him.

"You ready?" you look at him waiting for his consent. "yes" he states, your hand lining his dick up with your entrance, slowly pushing him in. Eddie moans right when his tip enters, eyes watering with pleasure. His head resting on the crook of your neck, chest pushed as tightly against each other as possible.

"Feel good?" you ask, moving his head to be faced with yours so you can start to move up and down his cock. "Uh-huh," is all he can let out.

"You feel so good inside me you know that… Such a pretty dick and it's all mine," you whisper to him, words sending shivers down his spine. "All yours," he lets out, tears roaming down his face. "Good tears?" you question him, thumbs going to wipe his cheeks. "Go- good" he moans out, his hands moving up and down your sides.

"Baby?" Eddie whispers, you cunt lightning around him.

"Yeah?" you respond, trying to keep up your pace, getting close to your second orgasm. "I love you too," he says before letting out his own release, yours not far behind.

Eddie collapses on the bed, you on his chest. You both lay there for a few minutes before you finally let his dick slip out of you. Both of your releases coming down your thigh.

"But that's where I si-"

"Not anymore" Eddie stated, glaring at his bandmate. "Now let's work on making your character," Eddies said, pulling out a bunch of papers which you assume are character sheets.

"Can I be a half-elf?" you asked him, with those eyes that Eddie found to be the prettiest in all the kingdoms. "You can be whatever you like," Eddie responded, words falling out like a man in love.

The other members of hellfire all gave each other weird stares at Eddie's behavior. Eddie for one hated new players, he thought it was a waste of time teaching them the ropes and helping set up a character. Mike even remembers when some poor kid tried to join hellfire with no experience, and Eddie stressed the kid out so much they didn't even get done making his character. But with you, Eddie seemed to not mind at all. In fact, the boy seemed ecstatic to help you figure out your character.

After about thirty minutes your character was all set up, you may be a level one half-elf, but Eddie spoke like you were going to defeat every bad guy you came across. Saying shit like "With this skill, you're gonna make them sorry they were ever born".

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"Congratulation Princess you defeated Vecna on your first round" Eddie bowed, as you smiled at him.

"Excuse me we all won," Mike snapped "And y/n barely did anything" Mike added on. "Keep it up Mike and you'll get kicked out of hellfire," Eddie snapped back, staring daggers into Mike's eyes. "Anyways I suggest you move up to level 3," Eddie stated, the entire group in shock because they couldn't even remember the last time Eddie suggested any of them level up.

"Anyways all of you out!" Eddie exclaimed, Mike and Dustin were out the door first, you not too far behind. "except you, you stay" Eddie said, pulling you back into the room, while everyone else went out the door.

"Don't listen to Mike you did a good job those losers couldn't have done it without you," You smiled at Eddie's words. "I'm not sure about that," you responded, Eddie just shook his head at you.

"You know Chemistry really sucks know that you're not my lab partner," he admitted, looking down at the floor. "Shouldn't have failed it," you teased him, but the joke made him frown. "I'm sorry Eddie, I didn't mean t-" you started but got interrupted by Eddie. "No, it's okay,"

"I've just missed you, a lot. I know we were never that close and it's probably weirding you out that I th-"

"I've missed you too, Eds" You confessed, putting your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. Eddies arms went around your waist instantly. It may have been just a regular hug but Eddie felt like he was about to pass out due to excitement.

You were the first to pull away, Eddie's hand still lingered on your waist. "Uh, would you want to join Hellfire? Like officially?" he asked, he was subconsciously giving you his puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot actually" you answered, Eddie's hands left your waist and he did a little dance of excitement, saying yes a bunch of times. His little dance caused you to giggle, Eddie looking over at you. "Oh, your gonna laugh at me now… I invite you to my exclusive club and you laugh at me?" he teased, making you giggle more. "Oh ill give you a better reason to laugh," you stopped your laughter, trying to grab Eddie's hand before they attack your sides.

"EDDIE!" you yelled, uncontrollably giggling due to him ticking you. "Pl- please" you begged him, his fingertips showing no mercy. "Please what princess?" he taunted, god he loved the sound of your laughter. "S- st- stop" you were barely able to get it out. Eddies hands finally pulled away from you. Eddie was now the one laughing at you, "Not funny Eddie," you pouted, Eddie stopped laughing and put his hands up in defense.

Eddie's hands went to grab his backpack and put it on the table, digging threw it he pulled out one of a Hellfire Club Shirts (that was surprisingly neatly folded in his bag). "For you m'lady, I hope you can forgive me," he said, handing you the t-shirt and the bowing.

"I think I can forgive you under one condition," you teased him

"Oh yeah and what may that be," he responded

"You take me out for dinner and a movie, this Friday at 6" you suggested to him, trying to sound as confident as possible even though your heart was beating out of your chest. Eddie was feeling a similar way shocked that you asked him out, was it a date? he hopes it's a date.

"Who would I be if I didn't treat the princess of hellfire to dinner and a movie?" he asked

"A pretty lousy dungeons master," you joked, Eddie, smiled at your teasing.

"Well we couldn't have that, would we? Imagine what that would do to my totally great reputation," you both laughed at his comment.

"So it's a date?"