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Marvel Comics Announces More "Venom War" Tie-Ins for September 2024

Marvel Comics' Venom War is getting some more tie-in comics come September. August will see Venom War, Venom #36, Venom War: Spider-Man #1 (of 4), Venom War: Carnage #1 (of 3), Venom War: Venomous #1 (of 3), and Venom War: Zombiotes #1 (of 3). September will see the second issues for the above comics and Venom #37 as well as Venom War: Deadpool #1, Venom War: Daredevil #1, Venom War: Lethal Protectors #1, and Venom War: Wolverine #1.

Venom War: Deadpool #1 hails from writer Cullen Bunn and artist Rob Di Salvo. Deadpool has bit off a bit more than he can chew when he comes across a horde of Zombiotes. Is there anyone willing to lend the Merc with a Mouth a hand?

Venom War: Deadpool #1 (of 3), featuring a cover by Giuseppe Camuncoli, goes on sale on September 18, 2024.

Venom War: Daredevil #1 hails from writer Chris Condon and artist Lan Medina. Manhattan is beset by Zombiotes. The two Daredevils find themselves the last line of defense for Hell's Kitchen against the ravenous horde.

Venom War: Daredevil #1, featuring a cover by Javi Fernández, goes on sale on September 25, 2024.

Venom War: Lethal Protectors #1 hails from writer Sabir Pirzada and artist Luca Maresca. Silver Sable's mercenary team is sent out to steal...something...but Zombiotes are in the way. So she sends out the Life Foundation Symbiotes - Scream, Riot, Agony, Lasher, and Phage - to deal with the issue.

Venom War: Lethal Protectors #1 (of 3), featuring a cover by Creees Lee, goes on sale on September 18, 2024.

Venom War: Wolverine #1 hails from writers Tim Seeley and Tony Fleecs and artist Kev Walker. The Ziombiotes are spreading across New York City, transforming everyone in their path. "Logan’s only hope to save lives and avoid infection lies in returning to a dark chapter from his past." (Marvel Comics)

Venom War: Wolverine #1 (of 3), featuring a cover by Ken Lashley, goes on sale on September 11, 2024.

(Images via Marvel Comics - Guiseppe Camuncoli's Cover of Venom War: Deadpool #1, Javi Fernández' Cover of Venom War: Daredevil #1, Creees Lee's Cover of Venom War: Lethal Protectors #1, and Ken Lashley's Cover of Venom War: Wolverine #1)

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The Marvel(ous) Art Of Alex Maleev

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Fandom: Spider-Man

Sample Size: 62,342 crossover stories (all fandoms); 2,583 crossover stories (excluding Marvel)

Source: AO3

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This week on Marvel Comics (20th November 2024):

Avengers Assemble Vol. 3 #003

Chasm: Curse of Kaine #004 (Finale)

Daredevil Vol. 8 #015

Exceptional X-Men #003

Immortal Thor #017

Marvel Zombies: Dawn of Decay #003

Miles Morales: Spider-Man Vol. 2 #026

Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu #002

Phases of the Moon Knight #004 (Finale)

Phoenix #005

Scarlet Witch Vol. 4 #006

Sentinels #002

Spider-Gwen: The Ghost-Spider #007

Star Wars: Battle of Jakku - Republic Under Siege #001 (NEW!)

Storm Vol. 5 #002

Ultimate Spider-Man Vol. 3 #011

Venom War: It's Jeff #001 (One-shot)

Venom War: Lethal Protectors #003 (Finale)

Wolverine Vol. 8 #003

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The orphanage is under siege by the Zombiotes. Elektra tries her best to defend the orphanage while Father Matt Murdock shelters the children in the safe room. Despite being outnumbered, Elektra doesn't give up in fighting off the Zombiotes as she remembers the words from her mentor, Stick, in her flashback. Meanwhile, Matt Murdock is holed up in the room with the kids, trying to reassure them not to be scared. As Matt knows that Elektra cannot hold off the Zombiotes alone, he decides to do help her so he gets up and tells the kids not to open the door. Matt Murdock goes down to the basement to find something suitable to ward off the Zombiotes. Along the way, Matt is attacked by the Zombiotes but he manages to shake them off. One of the Zombiotes hits the box with the church bell. The loud sound from the church bell drives away the Zombiotes, freeing the priest and the civilians. Being blind, Matt Murdock knows that the loud sound might hurt his ears but he has to do it to repel the Zombiotes and save the people's lives. Meanwhile, Elektra is still fighting the Zombiotes when she hears the screams from the children who are attacked by the Zombiotes which broke down the door. Elektra tries to reach the children but she is held back. Just before anyone are doomed, they hear the clanging from the church bell. The loud sound from the church bell forces the Zombiotes to retreat from the orphanage. Thanks to Matt's quick-thinking, the orphanage and the people are safe.

Venom War: Daredevil #1, 2024

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VENOM WAR: DAREDEVIL no.1 • cover art • Javi Ferbández & Jesus Aburtov [Sept 2024]

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Venom War (as a whole)

God I love Symbiotes. They're one of my favorite species in fiction, not just in Marvel. And Venom War has been a real treat for symbiote-enjoyers like myself. But as with any event, there are peaks, and there are valleys, and I'm going to go over the tie-ins and give you my brief thoughts on each in no particular order.

Venom War: Daredevil

It's fine. There's a continuation of the themes examined in the recent Daredevil run, and the desperation of the main characters against the zombiotes is palpable, but there's not much to write home about.

Venom War: Venomous

A fun little outing for three symbiotes teaming up. It expands and ends the themes Black Widow has been going through from recent Venom runs (tragically, alas) and it sets up the healing that Anti-Venom can do in the main run. I'm also a big fan of Misery so this was a sweet treat for me, a very enjoyable 6/10.

Venom War: Zombiotes

I didn't really care all that much in the end. I would hesitate to call it bad but I would hesitate more to call it good.

Venom War: Fantastic Four

This one's only tangentially-related to the main event, dealing with Doctor Doom and Kang fighting one another across timelines. They are both petty, vindictive and dramatic bitches, and the way they use the Fantastic Four as a pawn (only for the team to turn the tables in time!) was quite fun. Apparently this was supposed to have 3 issues, but I only encountered the one.

Venom War: Spider-Man

An event that started promising and went into the toilet. That's very dramatic of me but I don't like seeing Paul Rabin in any context.

Peter's at a low point in his life right now. Lost his job, girlfriend, apartment, trust, you name it. And him putting on the suit is an act of desperation in the middle of the Venom War, a moment to stop the two sides from playing hot potato and actually talking to one another. You could've done something interesting with the psychology of having that suit on once again.

But no, the plot focuses on some big symbiote baddy or whatever and Jackpot, Mary Jane's superhero alter ego, comes into focus. The themes from Zeb Well's Amazing Spider-Man run continue, and while that run isn't all bad (and I suspect the worst was foisted on Zeb by executives) the themes I hate are the ones present in this book. Make of that what you will.

Venom War: Deadpool

One of my favorites of the series, it brings Deadpool and his dog Princess (WOO-HOO FUCK YEAH IT'S PRINCESS MOTHERFUCKERS!!!) as they work their way through New York and onto stranger places.

It brings back a couple of wild picks for this event and decides to go strange places. It's perfect comic book schlock for this kind of event, and it even has a character arc for Deadpool that's interesting, reminding you he's an anti-hero more than a hero.

Venom War: Wolverine

There's a trick to writing Wolverine that I don't think this book pulls off. The story concerns itself with retributive violence and trying not to appear weak, and manages to create some really fucked-up creature design. It's just the usual Wolverine story, and I don't think I'll remember it.

Venom War: Lethal Protectors

This one has too many characters in it. Mostly focusing on Silver Sable, though other characters take the spotlight occasionally. It's nice to see the other children of Venom brought back but it's a little too much.

Venom War: It's Jeff!

It's cute. Jeff gets a symbiote and up to antics. He also causes a lot of mayhem and somehow Kate Bishop is the one in trouble. Bleh. Whatever. It's alright.

Venom War proper

It's an Al Ewing finale, a culmination of all the setup done in in his Venom run. The story is set in a wrestling ring over one night, which fits the tone perfectly.

I think it's just alright. You have to read the intermediate Venom issues to get an idea of where future!Dylan is getting the gold bullets from, but the ending feels like just a little more setup to the next Venom series than a finale to what's happened here. But the ending directly states the future is unwritten, and where they'll go from here... I don't know. The end happens so fast I kinda want to re-read it to gain all the necessary context, but there's no lasting feeling of triumph or ending like there was with something like Blood War.

I'm disappointed. I'm interested in where the story goes from here but I can't say I enjoyed the event all that much. It's a little too much, in a short time, all over the place.

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Venom War: Lethal Protectors #2 Preview

Venom War: Lethal Protectors #2 Preview #venomwarlethalprotectors #lethalprotectors #venomwar #MARVEL #marvelcomics #comics #comicbooks #news #mcu #art #info #NCBD #comicbooknews #previews #reviews #venom #carnage #eddiebrock #spiderman #symbiote #Amazon #alewing

Venom War: Lethal Protectors #2 Preview: SILVER SYMBIOTE! The AGONY symbiote chooses its next host – SILVER SABLE! The new Wild Pack becomes a terrifying and lethal SYMBIOTE SQUAD to stop the monstrous horde of ZOMBIOTES spreading like a plague across NYC – with extreme prejudice! But can Sable and her alien partner still be trusted?! And what dangerous secret rests within their mysterious…

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*Condon proved himself a whole cardiophile with this one. Then again, that proclivity is probably a prerequisite when writing Daredevil.

*Taking a page out of Queen Aminata's book.

*That Frank Miller shit never gets old. When I met him I should have thanked him for that scene, but instead I asked him about his percieved dislike for Superman. Worth it.

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Venom War: Daredevil #1 (Marvel, September 2024) cover by Lan Medina. Part of the Venom War crossover event.

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November Discord Q&A Part 3: Spider-Man, Venom and other Marvel Sony Projects

In part 3 of our November Q&A with insider Alex Perez, our Discord members ask about Spider-Man 4, Tom Holland, Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfield, Peter Parker and Miles Morales, Eddie Brock and Venom, and other future or potential Marvel Sony projects. Enjoy! To join our Discord, scroll down for a link (or in the sidebar on desktop). Please remember that only regular members of our Discord who are…

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Preview: Venom War: Daredevil #1

Venom War: Daredevil #1 preview. As Venom War rages, Manhattan finds itself besieged by an infectious new strain of symbiotes #comics #comicbooks #daredevil

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This week on Marvel Comics (8th January 2025):

All-New Venom #002

Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6 #065

Daredevil: Unleash Hell - Red Band #001 (NEW!)

Magik Vol. 2 #001 (NEW!)

NYX Vol. 2 #007

Namor Vol. 2 #006

New Champions #001 (NEW!)

Sentinels #004

Star Wars: Battle of Jakku - Last Stand #002

Ultimate Black Panther #012

Uncanny X-Men Vol. 6 #008

What If…? Galactus Transformed Gambit #001 (One-shot)

Wolverine Vol. 8 #005

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A preview of Venom War: Daredevil #1

VENOM WAR: DAREDEVIL #1

NIGHT OF THE CRAWLING ZOMBIOTES! As Venom War rages, Manhattan finds itself besieged by an infectious new strain of symbiotes – one that drives their living hosts to an all-encompassing hunger for human flesh and can even reanimate the dead! As the horde of zombiotes descends on Hell’s Kitchen, the two Daredevils must rise up to stand as the last line of defense – but will they be enough to stem the tide, or will their brains be first on the menu?

Written by: Chris Condon Art by: Lan Medina Cover by: Javier Fernández Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: September 25, 2024

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MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios

God, I love Marvel Comics...

Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man

Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.

He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.

“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.

Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.

Tony Stark aka. Iron Man

Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.

He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”

The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.

Steve Rogers aka. Captain America

Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.

He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.

“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”

But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.

Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder

Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.

He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.

The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.

Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief

Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.

He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.

His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.

Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.

Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye

Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.

He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.

“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”

The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.

Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.

She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.

The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.

Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.

Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier

Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.

He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.

Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.

Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.

Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil

Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.

Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.

“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.

Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Frank Castle aka. The Punisher

Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates���everything stops.

He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.

The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.

Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight

Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.

He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."

“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.

Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.

Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch

Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.

He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.

The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.

Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.

He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.

For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”

Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.

Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat

Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.

She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.

Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”

Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.

Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.

He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.

His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”

The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.

Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner

Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.

He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.

The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.

Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.

Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider

Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.

The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.

“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”

Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.

Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom

Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—

“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.

Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.

T’Challa aka. Black Panther

T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.

He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”

Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.

Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra

Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.

The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.

“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”

Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.