The Baxter Building's bills were piling up like yesterday's rubble from their latest villain takedown, and Reed Richards stared at the red numbers on his holo-screen with a sigh. 'We need a solution, team,' he muttered. Johnny Storm leaned back, smirking. 'Why not launch an AssembleFans account? Tony and Emma started it—superhero version of OnlyFans, but with loser rules. Loser rules meaning more fun, less censorship.' Sue Storm-Richards raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. 'You're joking, little brother. We're not selling ourselves like that.' Ben Grimm grunted, 'Count me out, matchstick.'
Johnny pulled up projections on his phone. 'One week of teaser clips? We could clear fifty grand. Easy.' The numbers silenced them. Reed adjusted his glasses. 'Intriguing math...' Sue relented first, strong and decisive. 'Fine. But we control the content.' They started safe—group poses, witty banter in costumes. Then Sue decided to spice it up, filming herself in bra and panties, flexing her powers playfully. The tips flooded in, doubling overnight.
'Not bad for a start,' Sue quipped later, reviewing earnings. Johnny grinned. 'My turn for a live stream with Carol.' Captain Marvel joined him that night, and the chat exploded as they stripped down. 'Damn, Johnny, your cock's huge,' Carol teased, strong and in charge, pushing him back. He smirked, 'Talk's cheap—show me.' She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, sucking his hard length while the viewers tipped wildly.
Sweating and panting, they moved to the bed. Carol climbed on, her pussy dripping wet as she sank onto his cock. 'Horny much?' Johnny joked. She rode him hard, ass bouncing. 'Shut up and fuck me.' Sue watched live with Ben, whispering, 'Dame, Carol can take it deep.' She felt a little wet herself seeing Johnny's size, but stayed composed. They switched angles via the app—close-up on his cock stretching her, wide shots of her grinding.
Carol came first, clenching around him, then Johnny flipped her, pounding her ass-deep until he came, cum dripping down her thighs. The stream ended with record tips. Carol sauntered out for a drink. Sue asked, 'You knew about the live stream?' Carol nodded. 'Yeah, I have my own account.'
As the door closed, Sue's mind raced with possibilities for the team's next moves. 'One hell of a debut,' she said, already planning how to keep the cash flowing.
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