Tawns of Fun

Imagine Stuntman Mike convincing you to let him photograph you penetrating yourself on your car’s gearshift.

Imagine your boss noticing your coworker’s developing a little crush on you. 

Lou asked if you two would like to make a little extra money on the side. 

“I’m listening,” you said, placing an elbow on the table. 

His leer should have tipped you off. But you attributed Lou’s creepiness to the nature of the profession. Nightcrawling wasn’t your first choice, but it sure paid better than the alternatives. Rick, on the other hand, was more desperate. You liked working with him. He also looked much less predatory than– No, not predatory at all like Mr. Bloom. 

“______, Rick, how do you feel about being naked,” he continued, “together on camera?” 

“Okay,” Rick replied immediately.

Imagine Brahms allowing you to have sex with other men as long as he gets to watch from the walls. (And repeat whatever they do.)

Imagine finding yourself unexpectedly alone for the night. Or so it seems.

The Collector wasn’t expecting you to be by yourself, either. But, he thought as he peeked through the shower window, maybe it was for the best. It’d be easy to just subdue you, set up his traps, and give you a preview to what pleasures awaited you at his lair. 

Sighing, the Collector wondered whether to spurt on your pane or not. He didn’t want to leave DNA, but it was going to rain later. No, no, no. That’d still leave evidence, but it’s not like anybody’d check...? It was hard to focus on anything but you. 

Your ogler’s lips parted when you stepped out and began drying yourself off.

Imagine beginning to apologize to Billy Butcher for Black Noir’s stalking, when you’re stopped.

“Wait, you dated Noir?” The cogs in his head were turning. “Did you tell him our location?”

“No. He’s my ex for a reason. I thought it was me he’s after.” You paused. “Well, he was outside the window when I was undressing.”

“And you didn’t think to tell anyone?!”

“I didn’t want to call for any of you. I was undressing!”

Imagine hooking up with the kanima and Matt Daehler catching your liaison on tape.

Imagine the Collector having you act as a honey trap.

You hadn’t expected him to show up in the middle of your all night* sessions. While letting the household’s dad have his way with you, your husband already started his killing spree, almost done booby trapping this home. Now his cat-like gaze has been trapped by your breasts. You want to make shooing gestures, but your self-proclaimed lover’s member is squelching between your mounds, helped by a heaping of lube. Also booby trapped, he wasn’t going to help clean you up afterwards. Because the Collector would no doubt want a turn next.

*Or however long until your “paramour” passed out.

Imagine the man about to break in when he spots you getting dressed. 

Damn, I can’t kill that, he thought. He desperately wanted you to start masturbating. Maybe he could just kill your roommate? No, you might witness that. Best thing to do was go shoot a load in the woods, clear his head, and come back.

Imagine trying trying to hide your arousal from the male Seven members in the middle of a meeting. Queen Maeve and Starlight weren’t there, so you wouldn’t have to share the ladies’ room afterwards. Even if they were, Maeve knew the signs, and she’d probably be nice enough to warn the newbie.

Unfurling your tail, you carefully stood up after Homelander dismissed everyone, said a polite goodbye, and headed toward the lavatory. What you didn’t know, and but about to find out, was that one of your other teammates was more observant than you gave him credit for.

Eyes half-lidded, you rested your elbows on the sink’s ledge as your scaled tail slickened itself between your folds. Your hand dropped to your clit, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. You went through a few scenarios in your head.

What if someone saw me making good use of my appendage?, you thought, biting down on your lip.

Homelander watching you through the walls, wondering what it would feel like to put his own appendage between your thighs before bending you over the sink... A-Train zooming in, plunging himself inside before you could react, finishing inside, and making you plug his seed up with your tail... Black Noir entering the room silently and seating you on the counter, kneeling and finally removing his mask in your presence in order to worship your pussy...

Who else? Maybe Gecko?

Though he wasn’t reptilian, despite the name and powers, you sometimes wondered what it’d be like to have the lesser known Supe’s eggs.

Your tail’s tip was soaked. You were prepped for penetration.

Imagine Gabe being confused as hell as to why you’re getting banged, by a man, who looks completely identical to him aside from the jumpsuit, against his car. You look up, bewildered, as Gabe finds himself growing hard just as Abraham’s about to finish.

Imagine trying to discreetly get off against a washing machine and seeing you have a very attentive audience.

Imagine Tate stalking you and watching you masturbate. He thinks you need some new shlick material. Too bad Constance threw out his kink mags long ago. He would have left them somewhere for you to find...

Well, he’ll just have to gradually corrupt you himself, then.

Imagine Ghostface deciding not to kill Phil after hearing (and peep-ing on) you two hooking up.

Imagine walking in on the Clay Creation sculpting some clay dild0s. He hangs his head when you apologize for not wanting to stick clay inside you, dry or not. But the monster perks up when you offer to let him watch you use your own set.

Imagine Roman convincing you and Peter to let him watch while you two have period sex. To nobody’s great surprise, the upir asks to eat you out afterwards. But neither you nor Peter were expecting Roman to want to clean off the werewolf’s d!ck, too.

Imagine blowing David after serving him breakfast in bed. Mid-fellatio, Jack’s ghost appears to joke that he wouldn’t have died if he’d known a sex/ually frustrated nurse like you would be working at the hospital.

“Hey, do you think you could convince ______ to do a strip-tease?”

Imagine Corey being nervous when your boyfriend catches you two getting frisky in a parking lot. Until Scott admits that he likes seeing you with other guys. The keyword being “seeing.”