It was a strange mission, Charles Xavier had to admit. It took some convincing to get the Quiet Council and the rest of the X-Men on board with this, and even then there was the possibility this could still end in disaster. But the X-Men were going to be prepared for this whether they liked it or not.

None of the X-Men backed down from a challenge, let alone a simple alien invasion, but this one was little hard to swallow, to say the least. These aliens were a race of hyper-empaths, somewhat ironically. Ghoulish, transcluscent lizard-esque creatures; their soldiers were trained to resist all negative emotions thrown their way. Anger, hate, pain, misery, none of these could incapacitate them. There was one thing that the X-Men could use in the year that they had to prepare for this invasion, they just prayed that it wouldn’t be for nothing.

Horniness. It was incredibly stupid, but yes, it seemed horniness was the only way to take them down. And not just any horniness, they needed to overwhelm their minds with the most intense arousal and need that any species had ever felt.

The psychics couldn’t just project this into the creature’s mind, it would have to be genuine and come from each of the X-Men. They’d all desperately searched for any other way, but it seemed there was no other. Oh boy.

11 Months later.

Scott was like a trembling, whining zombie trudging its way through the halls almost mindlessly. He groaned and leaned his head against the wall as he wiped drool from his lips. He’s forgotten to shower, his pants still stained in an absurd amount of pre. He’d met his quota of edges today, but still pumped his cock underneath his underwear, it felt too good to stop.

Xavier, Emma, and Jean forcing porn into their thoughts during their edges didn’t exactly make things easier. He whimpered almost girlishly, pathetically as he noticed Ilyana in a similar state, crouched in a corner and growling as she ravished her sopping cunt.

“Slut slut slut horny pleasure pleasure~” She whispered deliriously. She was having one of her moments, they both would become a bit more lucid once they stopped touching themselves. It had been a few days, admittedly. Charles kept increasing their daily edges quota, he supposed it must’ve been what was best for their mission.

It had been a whole year, almost, and they’d all stayed true to their word. Not a single member of the X-Men had cum in that time, impressively. They were all whimpering, constantly masturbating humping fools with their assholes and pussies constantly stuffed with toys and vibrators; delirious and edged out of their minds. But they were prepared.

Scott looked to Jean, Laura, and Kitty. All naked and slumped together into a pretty pleasure pile, pathetically mewling as they played with themselves. They begged for more. That looked pretty good, he seriously considered joining this delicious looking cuddle party.

The main question was, how would they ever stop an alien invasion in this state?

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Hey there! I’d love for us to brainstorm and play out a slowburn story in which in order for the X-Men to stop and prepare for an upcoming alien invasion, they must be as horny and edged as possible. This means no cumming, playing with themselves and fucking as much as they can, and remaining as horny as they possibly can in order to build their resistance for the fight that lays ahead.

This starts out relatively tame, with the X-Men taking more time masturbating and fucking, before it gradually descends into pure animalistic debauchery as their training escalates and their neediness grows as they only grow more and more edged with no release. Most of them soon forced to wear toys in their holes at all times. I think it would be fun if they have to count their edges as well, those who are low on edges compared to the others are punished accordingly.

The aspects of this I really want to play up are the reluctance exhibitionism, embarrassment, and the absolute NEEDINESS that will result from being increasingly edged and pent up. I would really love to go as far as we can in terms of how pathetic and needy the once powerful X-Men become. Whining, begging, rolling their hips with edge after edge as they try not to cum but want so desperately to. Eyes glazed and faces flushed and trying so hard to stay focused and lucid.

Comic knowledge required, as I have only a small level of knowledge of the shows and other various media.

Favorite Characters: Magik, Jean Grey, Kitty Pryde, Laura, Emma Frost, Psylocke, Scott, Gambit.

Kinks: Edging, begging, sexual neediness, humiliation and embarrassment, reluctant exhibitionism, orgies, bisexual, public sex, lesbian, masturbation.

Limits: scat, gore, death, violence, underaged, realistic noncon etc.

Please DM a detailed introduction and I’ll get back to you! By introduction, I just mean tell me who you are, what interests you about this roleplay, ask questions, and maybe give your own ideas or suggestions so I know you’re willing to collaborate on this with me :)