to lead you in the summer

Adam Warlock:

He loves the look of you on your back, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him as he rocks into you at an even pace, legs locked behind him. He always insists on stripping you naked, wanting no scrap of clothing to cover your body from his gaze. And of course, this extends to him as his golden skin shimmers with sweat above you. His hand usually finds a home entangled with yours, his other arm braced on the mattress, allowing you to squeeze and feel his comforting grip. The words that tumble from his mouth as your pussy grips his cock like a vice are always sickly sweet like honey, praising the way you look squirming under him, the way your features contort with pleasure, the way your eyes look hazy with tears as he keeps going after you cum. “Those sweet eyes on me are the most powerful aphrodisiac in the universe” he’d say, honesty pouring from his tone, not even realising how flustered his words make you as tears begin to roll down your cheeks at his unstoppable movements. Because he doesn’t stop, he can’t. He has to see you experiencing the heights of pleasure, being brought to ecstasy again and again otherwise he’ll feel like he failed. It’s only after your crying out following your 4th orgasm that his hips snap inside you once, twice, before stilling and filling you up.

Doctor Strange:

He loves taking you against things, finds the almost taboo nature of being too desperate to wait oh so tantalising. He’s enjoyed fucking you against one of the bookshelves in the sanctum sanctorum, feeling the wood rattle and books fall to the floor as he snaps his hips against your ass. There have also been many times where he’s had you against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist to keep your cunt squeezing him. But best of all is when he takes you over his desk. He goes feral every time, usually due in part to you teasing him, sat there all pretty, using your foot to nudge against his bulge. Theres nothing better than putting a bratty girl like you in her place, pushing you down and making your ass stick up for him. Always spanks you a couple of times to hear you whine, telling you “how much of a bad girl have you been to drive me to take you in such a manner? Have you no shame?” before pushing his thick cock inside of you, shushing your desperate gasps. The feral nature of fucking his girl against his desk, the slight thrill of someone walking in and realising have him almost cumming too soon, having to slow down and grab the meat of your hips to calm himself down.

Gambit:

Oh he wants you on your back, but with your ankles pinned behind your ears. He’s always charming you into bed with his words, his light touches, his empty promises of “Gambit just wanna hold his woman, ain’t nothing bad ‘bout that?”. Usually it isn’t long before he’s bullying his fat cock into your pussy, remarking how easy it is to get you gushing around him. Pushing your legs up allows him to get deeper inside you, feeling every little bit of your cunt gripping him like a vice. The expression on your face riles him up, the look of pure ecstasy as he fills you so completely, but it’s the fact that all of you is for his eyes only. His fingers dance everywhere they can, groping your tits, feeling the squish of your thighs, hell even massaging the soles of your feet. Every part of you turns him on beyond belief. So the fact he can see it all laid bare as he snaps his dick into you over and over has him frantically strumming your clit to ensure he doesn’t leave his lady unsatisfied before he pumps her full of his cum. And that he does, a man like him usually isn’t satiated by just one round. Depending on how hyped up he’s been, how much tension needs to be released, he can usually be up for another round. And he loves not pulling out. The sounds of your cries mixed with the slick sounds of his dick fucking the wetness between your legs, watching his cum leak around the edges and form a ring around the base of his cock. He swears he sees god every time.

Human Torch:

He’s an ass man, through and through. So obviously doggy style appeals to him the most. Loves it when he’s standing, seeing that arch of your back as you drape yourself over the mattress, ass up and ready for the taking. Always takes the time to properly squeeze and grope each cheek, spreading them to get a good look at your empty cunt until you can’t help but beg him to put it inside. And he does, but only after a few slaps of his palm against them, moaning like he’s the one being struck. The recoil of your ass each time he thrusts into you is pure heaven, and if you’re willing he definitely records it on his phone, making sure to get each plap plap as the camera zooms into the sticky mess you’re making his cock. But when he’s gonna cum, he loves to paint your ass white, especially if his earlier ministrations mean the skin is red. His mouth is on overdrive as he jerks himself off, telling you how gorgeous your ass is, how he’s so lucky to have got a girl like you, how “god you could make a fortune from sellin’ some videos babe” before he’s cumming ropes all over. Will probably spread it all around your cheeks when he’s done, before rushing and nearly stumbling over his shaking legs to grab a towel.

Iron Fist:

Up against the wall is always one he goes back to in his mind when you’re both apart. He loves demonstrating his strength to you, relishing in the excited gasp and giggles you let out when he picks you up, muscles flexing, before pushing you snug against the nearest wall. Grinning as your legs lock behind him, as he guides his dick inside of you with a groan, cockiness slightly leaving his body as he feels your familiar walls around him. He always stutters out a laugh at your concern as you tell him he can put you down if he’s getting tired, mumbling a “you’re like a feather baby, don’t you worry about me.” Alternatively he does love pressing you against a wall, tits smushed as he pulls your ass towards him. Something about the feral nature of taking you like an animal, the desperation meaning you couldn’t wait. He loves it, slamming into you over and over again, arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still. Even better if your legs partially give way, allowing him to keep you upright as he continues to thrust away. And if you offer to get on your knees when he’s close? You swear you can see actual hearts in his eyes.

Loki:

Riding always gets him going. A god deserves to be worshipped, no? He loves to lay back, comfortable among the asgardian silks as his cock rests against his stomach. It gets to a point where he doesn’t even need to ask anymore, a simple raise of his eyebrow and nod of his head has you knowing what he wants. Letting you straddle him, watching as you position his dick beneath you and slowly sinking down, it does things to him he’d rather not admit. But he will tell you how much he loves the performance, how stunning of a pet you are as you use your body for his pleasure, how “you’re doing such a good job for your king my darling, keep it up and you may just earn a reward”. He doesn’t remain detached the whole time, as he loves feeling your hips and waist, reaching up and up to playfully pinch your nipples to hear the gasp it elicits. In times where he needs the release, it’s not uncommon for him to grip your hips hard before fucking up into you, revelling in your surprised cries and moans as you can only grasp his biceps for dear life. Other times he’s content to let you set the pace, loving the way you draw your own pleasure from your movements. But of course he’ll use a thumb on your clit to bring you to completion, after all, what kind of king would he be if he didn’t care about his subjects?

Mister Fantastic:

“Come now my dear, I expected better from someone so eager to serve.”

You huffed a little, heat rising to your cheeks. Your hands clutched at the fur around his shoulders, using it to anchor yourself. His thick cock is filling you so deeply, your poor pussy fluttering around the length.

“M’trying.” You whine out, more pathetically than it sounded in your head.

“Trying simply isn’t good enough. You’d think for a mortal, the chance to service a king would be an honor.”

You could tell from his tone he was trying to fluster you, but alas it works. With another large breath, you start to move your tired thighs. Each drag of your body up and down feels heavenly, aided by his one hand leisurely stroking your waist. It trails up and down before landing on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“That’s more like it pet, just like that.”

His praise washes over you, encouraging you to move more and more and more. You let the fur beneath your fingertips run along your skin, keeping your momentum.

“See? For a human you aren’t so bad after all.”

Despite the condescension you find yourself nodding, the pleasure coursing up your spine. The soft plaps of your thighs echo around the throne room, reverberating off the decadent golds.

“Such a symphony your body seems to be making, how precious. If one of my guards came in, they’d be treated to a gift for all the senses.”

At his words, your cheeks flush, the clarity of your situation settling. Your moans, the wet sounds of your cunt, the slaps of your thighs and ass on his, his groans and teasing words. It all sounds loud, too loud.

You attempt to quieten down, biting your lip gently to dull the pathetic whines. But the king doesn’t take too kindly to that, his hand leaving your hip to grip your throat.

“I don’t recall asking you to be quiet. If I want the nine realms to hear you cry out for me then you will cry out.”

His fingers tighten their hold a little, a moan clawing its way out from you. The pressure around your neck sends a jolt down your body, your hips now moving on their own. Over and over again you rock against him, feeling his dick hitting that spot inside of you. Instinctively you pull your clenched fists, the fur of his dramatic outfit still in your grasp, making him tut.

“If you damage this cape, there will be hell to pay.” He mutters sharply.

You could have swore in frustration at how unaffected he sounds if you weren’t currently shaking with need. Seemingly he noticed, granting you at least some pity by reaching up to play with one of your nipples, having tugged the luxurious asgardian dress he’d draped over you to the side.

At his ministrations, you stutter out your need for release, watching as the cocky grin on his face widens. He hums, as if in thought before speaking.

“Do you think you deserve to? You may have to convince me dear.”

If there’s one thing that Loki loves more than anything, it’s being worshipped. And he’ll never pass up an opportunity to hear the luscious noises leave your parted lips as you beg for release. And at your words, he inwardly has to restrain himself from filling you up right there and then.

He reluctantly lets you, knowing any more and he may accidentally reveal to you just how much you turn him on. As you cum, soaking his lap, both of his large hands find a home gripping the fat of your hips harshly.

Without a seconds hesitation, he begins to thrust up inside you, holding you in place as he uses your poor pussy, now twitching in overstimulation. Your whines fall on deaf ears as he chases his release, the slap of your bodies against eachother now deafening around the golden palace.

With a loud groan he slams you down onto him, burying his dick to the hilt as he empties himself inside. You gasp, shivering as you feel him pump his release in your used cunt, the sensation leaving you warm and satiated. With nowhere to go, you squirm a little and look down as little drips of cum leak out of the sides of his cock, but you can still feel most of it inside you. Where it belongs, you know he’d say.

His hand makes its way to your hair, gently stroking the sweaty strands, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you, darling.”

Edward Nygma/The Riddler

Toying with you like this helps him think, just stay still

You work him up too much he has to fuck you on his nice leather car seats (he will be making you lick up the mess)

Claims to do this purely for your benefit as a reward, but his cock is rock hard the whole time

He loves an alt girl, even better when she’s gone dumb on his dick

He’ll buy you premium lingerie to fuck you in

Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow

It’s fine if you want to play your little game, but when he wants you, he’ll have you

He can be nice to you sometimes (he’s secretly gave you fear toxin 10 minutes before)

He’s 100% into pet play

If you insist on making him go somewhere he might as well have some entertainment

Loves a classy girl, well classy by his standard

Harvey Dent/Two-Face

You know it’s big, and he just loves to stretch you open

Dressing up all pretty can only end up one way

How two face likes to deal with Harvey’s girl

Wearing a collar gets both of them going more than they’d want to admit

Show him how much you want him

Jervis Tetch/The Mad Hatter

Thinks you look so pretty he doesn’t wanna put it in

Loves when you wear such pretty socks

Doing this with him drives him wild

Riding him with such cute pyjamas on has him whimpering so fast

Doing this after hypnotising you is his favourite

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke

He thinks he deserves your other hole…

Fucking you in the back of his car on the way to a hit

While he’s away he makes you send him a video like this, and trust he won’t be happy if it’s not exactly as he requested

Loves bratty girls cause he knows how they end up

Betty:

Oh she loves to lie back. Comfort is her top priority, so anything where you both are comfortable would be amazing. However sex is rather the energetic task, so modifications have to be made.

Loves it when she’s on her back, leg in the air as you rub your pussy against hers. The way you set the pace really has her heart racing, gazing up at your gorgeous body moving on her.

She also loves incorporating toys too, so placing a vibrator between the two of you is heaven for her. The shiver of your body as you rock against it, paired with how you massage her tits makes her pussy gush around the toy.

But she also loves you on your back too, with her either fucking a cute pink strap into you, or riding your strap on your lap. Would love how your hair splays out along the pillows, and can’t help but tell you how gorgeous you look.

Regardless just make sure to keep playing with her tits though, she adores it.

Cam:

Dirty boy, face down ass up is the way to go for him. It isn’t like he doesn’t love looking at your face, he just adores seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust inside of you.

Even better when he’s torn a hole in your panties, the ruined material flimsily clinging to your hips as the massive hole allows his cock to drive into your pussy. His big hands gripping at your hips, leaving marks, showing a map of where he’s been.

But what he loves most is leaving over your back to shove his meaty fingers inside your mouth. The slapping of his hips against you echoing as he pushes his fingers deeper, hearing you gag, before spreading your drool around your lips and cheeks.

You’d whine at him for making you messy, but he’d coo at you that “messy is my favourite thing doll” before giving it to you harder.

Although doggy style isn’t his favourite position to cum in. Cause he loves flipping you around before cumming ropes all over your face, rubbing it into your skin, watching it drip down your neck. It’s almost enough to get him hard again.

Daisuke:

A traditional man, so the traditional missionary position shouldn’t be a surprise. He just loves to stare deep into your eyes as he rocks his hips into you again and again and again.

The feeling of your breath hitting his lips always sends him a little dizzy, and he never fails to encourage you to make more noises.

“Please my love, allow me to hear you.” He’d say, his cock hitting you deep inside. His weight anchoring on his elbows positioned on either side of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside.

Although he’s also partial to having you in front of a mirror. Amir gave him the idea, hearing him attempt to alleviate your insecurities one morning. He’s bewildered how such a hard working and beautiful girl could think so lowly of herself, so loves to have you in his lap facing your bedroom mirror.

“Look at how wonderful you look like this. No no…look at yourself beloved.”

His firm hand would close around your jaw, not letting you take your eyes off your trembling form before he uses his other hand to sink two digits into your wet pussy.

He’d painstakingly take you apart over and over again, ensuring you could see every little part of you writhing in pleasure.

Dasha:

SURFACE TOP SURFACE TOP.

Lord knows she’s putting you in whatever position is your favourite. It makes her feel so good to know she’s servicing you so well.

Although she does so love wearing the strap. So if you bend provocatively over a table and tell her how much you need her to fill you up…lord knows she’s sweating and blushing.

But she has a job to do, so she’s strapped and lubed up before you know what’s hit you. She just adores seeing you let go, encouraging you to rock back into her, to drive her deeper inside.

She does love putting her arm around your neck. Not constricting your breathing (unless you want that), but so you can babble about how hot and lovely her arms are as she fucks you. Always makes her feel so proud of herself, and in turn makes her more determined to maintain her rhythm.

But a close second is you sat on her face, riding her tongue till your hearts content. And lord knows she’s not stopping at just one orgasm, her face needs to be soaked.

Harper:

Definitely on her hands and knees, loves rocking back into the strap and moaning loudly, head tilted back. She loves feeling wanted, so will oftentimes wear the most provocative piece of clothing she has and bend over, allowing you to see her cute panties before she tells you to “get your ass over here and touch me”.

She’s…vivacious. Will demand you to fuck her harder, deeper, louder. Will giggle and moan loudly while you squeeze her asscheek or pull at her hair. Will shamelessly stuff her hand between her thighs to rub at her clit until she cums all over the strap.

But being fucked isn’t the only position she likes. Likes being risky, so flirting in public is definitely on the cards for her. What’s also on the cards is her pushing you against a closed door before sinking to her knees, burying her face and tongue in your pussy in an attempt to get you to moan.

Loves how restrained you get, the way your thighs tremble against her hands as she squeezes them. She just wants everyone in the house to know you’re hers, and she’s yours.

Lady Memoria:

She’s a lover through and through, so adores seeing your face. But she also loves seeing you desperate, seeing you sweating and crying out in the pleasure she gives you.

So riding her fits all of those boxes for her. She gets to see your pretty features contorting in ecstasy, while also admiring your shaking thighs, your tits bouncing, your hair sticking to your cheeks as you focus on getting yourself there.

I imagine her strap is purple and slightly sparkly, contrasting beautifully with your skin as you’d settle on her lap. She’d coo at you, letting you know how stunning you look as you balance yourself right at the tip.

But you know your lover well. So you know you have to beg. And she’ll revel in the desperate tone that escapes your lips.

She loves having her hands free to run up and down your waist, feeling the trembling flesh beneath her fingertips. Being able to bring them up to grope at your beautiful tits, pinching your nipples to make your back arch.

Volt/Eddie:

It’s been said before but…Eiffel tower. What better way to please both your boyfriends than literally pleasing them both at the same time. And god they go feral every time.

Being able to see you trembling with pleasure beneath them, their hands free to roam and grope wherever they please, their ability to kiss eachother above you.

Volt usually takes your mouth, and when he’s in a nice mood he usually lets you set the pace (or I suppose Eddie, since every thrust sends your mouth inching further down his shaft). He loves to coo flowery praises down at you, gently stroking your jaw and hair. But his eyes will wander to Eddie’s body, the way your ass ripples with every thrust.

With a relationship as strong as theirs, most people around them figured nothing could shake their bond. That nobody could have the power to turn either of their heads.

One of those is true; their bond has never been stronger. And since having their head’s turned, their relationship has never been better.

It all started with Remy. A womanizer at heart, when he’d seen you with your tight skirt, moving things into your office ahead of your new position as a creative writing teacher at Xavier’s institute. With an easy smile, he charmed you completely, helping you with your things and playfully moving your hair away from your eyes. The feelings that blossomed in your chest filled you with excitement and shame, the wedding band gleaming from his finger catching your eye.

That guilt for feeling so affected by his flirtation lasted until you met his wife. She was taller than you expected, her thick hair cascading down her back as she lulled you in to an easy conversation. Taken aback by her closeness, you remember having to fight the heat rising to your cheeks when she laughed and traced her fingers along your arm.

Little did you know they’d both discussed you, and when you were suddenly confronted with the opportunity to be able to sleep with two of the hottest x-men you’d seen in your life, you’d have been a fool to say no.

Which began your unconventional relationship with them. Everyone around you just thought it was sweet, how close friends you were with the pair. Little did they know the predicaments you found yourself in when you’d slip into their room at night.

“Me and Remy always used t’argue about who’d get to be in charge,” Anna-Marie would say, looking down at your sweet obedient face. “Now we have you.”

Some nights you’d be on your back, body jolting with every rough trust of Remy’s dick inside your soaked pussy. For such a big talker, you were surprised he had the size to back it, as ever drag of his hips had your cunt stretched oh so deliciously. Not that you could vocalise it, since atop your mouth was Anna-Marie’s pussy as she ground down on your tongue. Her thighs were settled on either side of your face, but you could still hear them talking.

“Mon dieu she’s so tight.” Gambit slurred out, rocking his cock in and out.

“She’s such a good girl.” Rogue replied, her hips stuttering as she thoroughly used your mouth.

Above you, the couple held hands, leaning forward and kissing sloppily. Using you like a toy was clearly thrilling for the pair, and was making your cunt gush.

Some times, you’d be granted a fleeting moment of control. Remy on his knees, switching between feasting on your wet cunt or Anna-Marie’s. His balance was wobbling, with his hands tied behind his back, but his smile showed exactly how much he loved being on the floor. Or perhaps Anna-Marie is in that position, sucking Remy off as your hand is in her hair, piloting her movements. While you could call some of the shots, one of them always had the control.

Other times, Anna-Marie would strap herself up, fucking you on your hands and knees as you bobbed your head up and down Remy’s hard dick. His hand gently stroked your cheek, allowing you to control the pace, satiated with the view of his wife giving it to you good.

“You’re fuckin’ her brains out there chère.” He’d laugh, suppressing a groan as a particularly good thrust had you taking more of him down your throat.

“It’s a pretty good workout.” She’d reply, giving your ass a spank. “She just looks too cute.”

“I know mon amour, like our own little pet.”

That word. Pet. It ignited something in the three of you, something so naughty and hot and downright intoxicating. So when Remy invited you both to their room one night, a devious smirk on his face, you knew it spelt trouble.

“C’mon sugar, why ain’t you tellin’ us what’s got y’so excited?” Rogue says, still in her green and yellow outfit, shrugging her jacket off.

“He hasn’t told you?” You ask, head tilted to which she laughs and shakes her head.

“He wasn’t in the danger room trainin’ with the others.”

“No I was not.” He says proudly, a bag in his hand. “I took a little trip.”

You watch as he digs around in the bag, before looking back up at you.

“Now mon chaton, would you do me the honour of closin’ those pretty little eyes.”

You oblige him, eyelids fluttering closed. A streak of nerves and excitement jolt through your spine as you stand there. He clearly takes something out of the bag, given Rogue’s excited little giggle.

“You trust me, trust us, don’t you?” He asks, to which you nod instinctively.

Another breath, and then you feel something around your throat. Your back goes stiff, as you feel a buckle close and something remain around your neck.

“Can I open my eyes now?” You ask softly, to which Rogue gives you the all clear.

Your eyelids open, and you can’t help the breath that catches in your throat. While you can’t see exactly the type of collar he’s put on you, you can see the gold chain that runs from your neck to his hand.

His smirk speaks volumes, before he gives the chain an experimental tug, causing you to stumble forward.

“Oh this’ll do mighty fine.” He coos, before handing the leash to his wife.

She giggles again, pulling on the chain so you stumble towards her. Her hands come up to the collar, feeling the material and making you lean into her touch.

“Don’t you look the part now sugar, our little pet.” She says lowly, her eyes darkening with lust. “But pets don’t walk on two feet do they?”

The couple laugh as you get flustered, dropping to your knees before they walk over to the bed, giving eachother a kiss.

“C’mon then baby, atta girl.” Remy says, patting his thigh to encourage you. With a moment to breath, you start to crawl over to them, your leash trailing behind you. As you reach the pair, Anna-Marie gives your hair a stroke, before her husband begins to unbuckle his belt.

It isn’t long before his cock is down your throat, drool leaking out of your mouth as you moan around him. He groans, throaty and low as he grips the sheets, the sight of you nearly making him cum prematurely.

You look up at him submissively, tears in the corners of your eyes as you gag softly at the thickness. Anna-Marie has her hand gripped firmly at the roots of your hair, ensuring you can’t wriggle out of her grasp.

“There we go, ain’t you doin’ so well for me and Remy. Makin’ him feel so good.”

Her praise makes you more determined, hands politely in your lap, as you relax your throat as best you can. His hips buck up instinctively.

“Si bon…such a good girl.” He grits out, watching the collar on your neck as his cock sinks in farther.

With a few more drags of your mouth from Rogue’s grip, he’s cumming in your mouth with a loud moan. You do your best to gulp down most of it, but when she finally lets you pull off some leaks out as you swallow and catch your breath.

“Messy pet.” Rogue chastises, wiping some cum from your lips and chin before stuffing her finger in your mouth.

As you suck, Gambit clearly recovers from his orgasm, rolling his neck.

“And you ain’t done yet. Gonna service both of y’owners.”

After his words, he leans down to grip the leash, tugging so you’re on the bed with both of them.

“Get comfy chère.” He winks at Anna-Marie, as she starts to shimmy out of her outfit. He grips your chin, making you watch her undress, your thighs clenching desperately to stop the ache. “Ain’t she just a vision pet.”

“Alright stop y’starin’ and get her in position.” The woman laughs, falling back into the pillows, thick hair spreading out around her like a halo.

Remy wastes no time in bending you over, pushing you at eye level with Anna-Marie’s pussy. He hands the leash to her, before she tugs harshly. Your mouth is on her, and you waste no time in delving into her slick. Your tongue tastes her, eating her slowly and deliberately.

She moans, back arching a little as she holds a tight grip on the leash. Her husband watches for a few minutes, always mesmerised by the image of her in pleasure. But before long, he’s ripping a hole in your tights, grinning at you obeying his instruction to not wear any underwear.

As you lick circles on her clit, Remy pushes a surprise finger into your cunt, the sensation causing you to moan against her. She keeps you snug against her, loving the vibrations of your noises.

“So wet f’us, you like bein’ our pretty pet. All ours to use.”

His voice settled in your ears, along with his two fingers now to the knuckle inside of you. He pumps them rhythmically, almost obsessively. For god knows how long you’re trapped in a dizzying haze of pleasure. Of your tongue licking up every last drop of Anna-Marie, of Remy’s fingers rubbing against that spot inside of you that makes you whine. But from both of them, all you can hear is the same phrase. The phrase that has you toppling into an orgasm.