#Marcy Spector

[terry-perry]

if I may, can i ask Steven’s relationship with Marcy like? Like it must be precious seeing sweet Steven trying to have father/daughter time with his black cat daughter. Thank you!

Steven loves his darling girl

He treats her like a fragile being when she’s a baby

He makes sure he’s holding her correctly, reads every book and article he can on child care

Loves assisting her during important milestones

Needs to be part of every one of them and hype her up!

Once she gets to stage where she can laugh, Steven will do all it takes to get her to do so

Loves to hear to her laugh

Reads to her every night

You know trips to the museum are a must

Will teach her everything he knows about history, literature, and, of course, Egyptian mythology

Will answer every question his little Marcy has

As she gets older and develops her own interests, he does his best to show an interest in them, even if he doesn’t really get them

“Well, this singer certainly likes to scream, huh?”

“I have a booklet with the lyrics, if that helps,”

“Thank you darling,”

He tells her about the weird stuff he thinks she might like to know about like the mummification process, dark romantic literature, crazy torture devices from history

She explains to him her makeup process when she’s cosplaying and will give some information on the character she’s portraying if he isn’t familiar

He’ll listen with a very open ear and ask questions

She, in turn, will listen to him ramble on about whatever he wants

She does get a little embarrassed at times like any other kid since Steven does tend to try too hard and can’t help but still see her as his little girl

But like Marc, she’s very protective of him. No one is allowed to treat Papa Steven poorly!

She appreciates everything he does for her, even if she won’t always admit it

[runa-falls]

LUNA *foams at the mouth* HELLO???

Don’t mind me I’m just imagining a touch-starved!Marc Spector finally breaking. Wandering into your expedition tent at night with those earnest, wet, puppy-dog eyes of his. Collapsing to his knees at your bed side, his brow tacky with sweat, and his muscles tense - with a problem.

“Please.” His voice breaks. Cracks apart; dry as a desert, rough as sand. He evidently can’t take this - whatever this is - a second longer. “Please. I need. I… Would you… w-would you touch me?”

Your body comes to life, his question bristling all the way across your hot skin like it was your own, so deeply craving sensation yourself. “Touch you where, Marc?”

His eyes are huge and glassy, almost tearful. A tight gulp trails down his corded neck before his eyes fall -ashamed- to the fat bulge at his shadowed crotch, the soft yellowed light illuminating the torment gathered in the sharp planes of his face. “Where I need you. Please. I can’t…”

Your mouth drops open in understanding, and with it Marc becomes increasingly desperate, his last ditch attempt spilling out of him before he can stop it - before you can ruin him even further with a no. His palms flatten then fist into the rumpled, curled edges of your covers.

Stars - his hands are shaking. His pulse trembling -quickened- in his throat. “Please,” he croaks. “I need you. Your hands… Anything. Let me work myself up in my pants just pushing up against you. I just… I…” He mouths the word without breath now, without sound - please - and he buries his face in your covers, deathly ashamed of himself.

Oh gods. But he doesn’t need to feel ashamed, though. Not at all.

And so, with molten heat throbbing through your core, you peel the covers back, and you softly beckon him towards you.

“Marc.”

He looks up at you from beneath those long, fanning lashes. Surprised it’s not a “no”. Surprised it’s not a rejection, because that’s all he has ever known.

He looks… relieved. Relieved, when the welcome in your voice touches him more deeply than any sensation he’s felt in far too long; but you can’t wait to deliver him so much more.

So much more touch. So much more relief.

Marc. Sweet Marc.

He never needed to beg for you.

You will show him just how willing you are to fulfil his wants and needs - again and again, in fact; until he is wholly quenched.

He crawls into the bed by your side as though he doesn’t belong there - doesn’t know how to be there. But, when your fingertips skim his flesh - even through his clothes - he moans, all broken and breathy, yet with enough feeling that the ancient gods must feel it rock through the depths of the earth.

“P-Please,” he stutters, a tear rolling down his cheek. Across the bridge of his nose. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop touching me.”

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

A/N: Commission done for @minigirl87 thank you SOOOOOOO much for your patience!!! Next time I do commissions i need to not do them right before moving. Left me quite behind. Anyway appreciate you so much!

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room. 

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone. 

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’ 

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck. 

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he  squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o. 

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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[alwayshaunted]

"What soft romance cliche are you?" / by @forgottenxarchangel <3 / tagging: steal it or die by the moon!! /j but taglist soon. tba

Marc Spector edition.

'oh.'

the italicized oh. often seen in romance novels and fanfics. when a character looks at someone, wondering why their chest tightens when they're near, why their heart beats quicken at the slightest touches, why they lose their breathe at the sight of them and suddenly realization dawns on them— oh. they've been in love for a long time now. you are soft and quiet, probably the most overlooked. though when you love, you fall deeply [...]

tagging: @altarfates (SATURN or EZREAL PLZ GOD), @bikmui (tbh. i think yone. or noodle???), @altarbled (MARCY ROMANCE ROUTE WHEN), @valuvaris (WOO) , @crcass (cortana plz i beg),,,, @gothambcrn (is this going to be accurate?! must know...)

[deafblindshorty]

My Spider-Man 2099 Fancast

Miguel O’Hara- Oscar Isaac (They can use CGI to make him taller, right?) Lyla- Greta Lee Xina Kwan- Sonoya Mizuno Gabriel O’Hara- Diego Boneta Conchata O’Hara- Selenis Leyva Tyler Stone- Pierce Bronson Kron Stone- Chad Michael Murray January Spector (Alchemax’s head of PR, original character)- Marci Miller Dr. Washington (Alchemax's head scientist, original character)- John Boyega Jeannie (Doctor Strange 2099)- Laura Prepon Eric Nelson- Colton Little Dana D'Angelo- Emilia Clarke Kasey Nash- Taylor Cole

[ao3feed-moonknight]

We need an army

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BsFXquC by Aragorn_II_Elessar Matt and Karen meet the army that is assembling to take on the Fisks and Kingpin's Task Force. One-shot. Words: 854, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Luke Cage (TV), Iron Fist (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Moon Knight (TV 2022), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Josie (Daredevil), Brett Mahoney, Marci Stahl, Maggie Grace, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Patricia Walker (Marvel), Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Colleen Wing, Misty Knight, Claire Temple, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye), Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy, Angie Kim Relationships: Matt Murdock & Karen Page, Luke Cage & Jessica Jones & Matt Murdock & Danny Rand, Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker Additional Tags: Episode: s01e09 Straight to Hell (Daredevil: Born Again), Missing Scene, Return, Team Up, Reunions, Cherry and Kirsten don't exist because Brett Mahoney and Marci Stahl should have been in those roles read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BsFXquC

[ao3feed-peterparker]

We need an army

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YkAIWFn by Aragorn_II_Elessar Matt and Karen meet the army that is assembling to take on the Fisks and Kingpin's Task Force. One-shot. Words: 852, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Luke Cage (TV), Iron Fist (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Moon Knight (TV 2022), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Josie (Daredevil), Brett Mahoney, Marci Stahl, Maggie Grace, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Patricia Walker (Marvel), Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Colleen Wing, Misty Knight, Claire Temple, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye), Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy, Angie Kim Relationships: Matt Murdock & Karen Page, Luke Cage & Jessica Jones & Matt Murdock & Danny Rand, Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker Additional Tags: Episode: s01e09 Straight to Hell (Daredevil: Born Again), Missing Scene, Return, Team Up, Reunions, Cherry and Kirsten don't exist because Brett Mahoney and Marci Stahl should have been in those roles read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YkAIWFn

[mthofferings2023]

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Will create works that contain: Fic: At longer wordcounts I am predominantly good with plotty stuff. Preferably canon divergence but some AUs work too - coffeeshop or other fluffy ones I'm better at - I weave angst into that rather than using angsty setting. I can do whump, I can do action. I am weirdly specialized in angsty kidfic, apparently, as I realized.

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Will create works for the following relationships: Jeff the Land Shark-centric - 616

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[virtie333]

MARC FREAKIN SPECTOR

lemme explain

I just think he needs so much love so he just would kinda melt into the hug and hed feel so soft and mushy and thatll make the hug so much more special and comfortable and sweet. To get a hug from Marc Spector is a gift. His vulnerability is a GIFT. MY SQUISHY BABY MARC.

I know steven would give the best hugs, but i think people who need hugs the most would give the best hugs ever 🥹🩷 SO MARCY MARC

#polls like these make me wish I could vote more than once#but the jedistormpilot hug in tros lives rent free in my brain at all times

#I feel like poe is damn good at it

I haven't done a poll in a while...

[terry-perry]

Villain: Seriously, how many of you freaks do I have to fight?

Steven: Oh, I’m the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to fuck you!

Villain: …

Marc: …

Everyone: …

Jake: Well, this just got interesting.

Marcy: It’s fuck you up, dad.

Steven: Wait, what did I say?

[aceswritingcorner]

Yandere Beginnings

Marc Spector hadn’t expected to see anyone during certain hours of the night. Let alone someone who seemingly walked through the night with ease. Coming back from missions given by Khonsu was never easy- nor was going to them and getting the crap beaten out of you but that’s what was signed up for. Yet- seeing the way you walked against the cracked cement sidewalk to just sit by the fountain that housed coins from lost wishes. 

No. No- He shouldn’t be thinking of stuff like that. 

He still had Layla- there was someone to go back to even if he was afraid of what the god would eventually do. But the way the pale light basked against your eyes, making them shine in such mystifying ways. No. He had someone… 

Steven Grant wasn’t paying much attention when he first heard. 'I’m just saying, there’re supposed to be nine gods on the banner instead of seven-‘ You were right. The banners were wrong but he had never expected to hear it from someone else. 

The bright smile you had offered him before buying the Tawaret plushie had nearly made his heart pause- he could swear his life on it. Maybe there was some way he could see you again… 

Marc had been the one to see you again. Of course, it had to be him. Nothing tended to get past the Avatar of Khonshu much these days. 

'Give me the body.'  "What? No. In case you hadn’t noticed Marcy-Marc, we are on a bus where people can see.“ The words muttered under his breath as he sent a small look to his reflection. 'Just give me the dang body.' "Not a bloody chance in hell. Today’s my day-" 

Words trailing off the tip of his tongue as his eyes gazed at the newest person on the bus. It was his favorite museum-goer. 

'Steven don’t you even fucking think about it!-' Oh ho ho this was definitely going to be a talk for later. 

Jake Lockley had never bothered to get involved in the petty fights and bickering between the other two. There was better things to do than argue over whatever those two pendejos did.  Especially when things were life and death and he wasn’t about to let the god that loomed over their shoulder choose. 

One of the targets got away from his range, the imbécil had to get killed. Not unless he felt like having the damned bird get angry again. 

The scene he had ran into was never something he expected to see. Bloodied knuckles and clothes, chest heaving from the unwarranted fight, you were definitely something interesting. 

"Bueno, jódeme. Eres divertido.” (Well fuck me. You are amusing.)

———-

Khonshu never held himself to the thought of holding an interest to someone. He was the fist of vengeance for crying out loud! He brought justice to those that did wrong with his Avatar! Not some silly little worm that feuded over mundane things that could easily be fixed or ignored. 

The idiots had been fighting non-stop over who got to see whatever it was this time. 

'PAY ATTENTION!' 

He had appeared in the small loft apartment, having to crouch to fit properly. Staff tilted to avoid the slanted ceiling. 

'THERE IS MUCH WORSE TO FOCUS ON THAN SOME MORTAL. I DO NOT WISH TO CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WORMS ARE TRYING TO ARGUE ABOUT.’

“They know about you-” Marc spoke up, looking at the god as he sighed at the other two trying to switch in. 

“Indeed they do and it is quite amazing as to how much information they know of Egyptian history,” Steven interjected promptly before Marc took control back. 

“As I was saying. They know about you and apparently-" 

"Can see you. Paloma.” Jake switched in, cracking the knuckles in his hand boredly. “The two pendejos finally figured it out and now they’re fighting about it.”

“THEY CAN DO WHAT? THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE." Wind picked up, loose papers flying through the apartment. 

No one but their chosen avatar should be capable of seeing him. This shouldn’t be possible. No worm could see him. This had to be the work of something else- 

He had to keep his attention on this worm then. 

[sunflowersteves]

Sending hugs and wishes for a speedy recovery!

Prompt: “surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse” with Marc Spector

thank you, love!!! heheh I hope you enjoy <3

warnings || nudes, SMUT THEMES, dom marc, 18+ only

Marc makes his way into the small convenience store near your flat. After his patrols as moon knight with Steven and Jake, he always made a routined last minute stop to the store.

He picked up a couple of items that you needed, and making sure to grab some of your favorite ice cream that you had forgotten on the list.

His lips curled slightly at the long list of different chocolates and caramel on the label, affection blooming inside his chest.

His concentration stops when he feels the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He picked it up, immediately knowing it was you.

He expected some kind of message saying that you forgot something on the list or telling him to get home faster. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a picture of you—brightly smiling—with a perfect view of your breasts.

His eyes comically widened, and he felt himself choke on air. “Jesus fucking—” He fumbled his phone, grabbing it quickly and smacking it against his chest.

He was breathing heavily, before practically sprinting to the checkout line. He stops, hurriedly placing the items onto the conveyer

belt. He impatiently thumped his index finger against his thigh as the old woman in front of him. She shakily, and at a snail’s pace, scans one of her items. His eyes flickered to her basket and sees that there’s still about nine more items.

He sighs, a hand over his mouth as the ache of his raging hard on sets in. He felt his cock twitch at another vibration of his phone.

Bed’s getting cold, Marcy :(

Oh, fuck. Another picture of you. This time, you were spread out on your shared bed. You wore his favorite lingerie—a deep red that caressed each and every curve.

He could feel his chest spark, a flush of lust against his cheeks. His eyes flickered once again to the woman filling ip her basket, just now on item five.

“Fuck this.” He muttered, taking the object out of the woman’s hand and scanning it quickly. She gasps, but he pays no mind, scanning all of the items at lightening speed.

“Thank you, kind sir.” He nodded, short and sharp. He scans his own items, cursing left and right before bolting out the door.

By the time he got home, it had been well over fifteen minutes. You were perched on the bed, patiently waiting for Marc to burst through the door.

You smirked to yourself as you pictured his disheveled figure, hands running through his raven hair—eyes wild with a certain gleam in them as he sprinted through the streets of London.

You hear the jostling of keys and a certain click of the lock before Marc busts through the door. His face was in a usual frown, maybe one a bit deeper than normal.

"Hi, baby." You say, almost purred it out of your plump lips. Marc doesn't say anything back, just pants. His chest heaved up and down as he took in your almost naked for.

He made long strides across the flat and onto the bed, not wasting any time to put his arms around you. "Did you think you could send that and get away with it, sweetheart?"

His voice was dripping in anything but sweetness. Instead, it was drowning in a promise. He presses a harsh bite to your collar bone, making you jump. "Marc—"

He doesn't give you time to react, hands squeezing your breasts and his lips kissing every part of your supple skin, making his down to your aching core.

He laughed at the high-pitched whine that escapes your throat. "You shouldn't have done that, sweet girl." He looks up at you, a stray curl springing in front of his face.

He knew you weren't sorry what so ever, despite the sheepish look that you conjured on top of your face. It was cute, that he'd have to admit.

He pried open your thighs, pressing a kiss to your clothed center. You gasped, jolting your hips forward. You could feel the wet patch almost becoming more as he rubs small circles against your clit with his thumb. "Marc!"

"God, are you getting dumb on me already?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer.

"I'm gonna eat you out until I say so, okay?" He paused for a only a second, running a hand up and down your thigh, "I mean it, sweet girl. I don't think i'm going to be able to stop."

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, head dizzy from the quick contrast of Marc barely even touching you.

He smirked, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He shoved your lingerie aside, relishing in the glistening of your sweet pussy. "I should get started then, shouldn't I, sweetheart?"

God, Marc could be such a cocky asshole sometimes, but you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

[michinnyun]

Fashion Choices

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Marc Spector x f!Reader

Summary: You've been giving Steven a hard time about his wardrobe lately. It's not that you don't like when he wears a collared shirt on top of another collared shirt, you just want him to try new things. Then him and Marc decide to tease you about it. Big mistake. Huge. // Chapter 1 is only with Steven. Chapter 2 will be for Marcy-Marc

Tags: Sharing Clothes × Lingerie × Teasing × Established Relationship × Pure Smut × Sub Steven Grant (Marvel) × If You Squint × Dom/sub Undertones × Masturbation × p in v × Enthusiastic Consent × Breeding Kink × No use of y/n × Woman on Top × for the majority of it lol × Multiple Orgasms × Unprotected Sex × Rough Sex

Words: 2.8k

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Steven has a lot of collared shirts. Like, a lot of them.

“You dress like a lesbian,” you tell him one day, laughing when you see that he's layered one of his button ups on top of another collared shirt.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you just said that to me during Pride month.”

He manages to dodge the book thrown at his head, but he isn't able to dodge your questions after that.

“Why did I find another collared shirt in your bag?” you ask, showing him the reusable bag he'd brought to the shop earlier that day.

He pouts. “That’s for Marc.”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s adorable. “Nice try. Marc almost exclusively wears crew necks.”

He doesn't meet your eyes. “Jake, then.”

“Jake dresses like a newsie in 1920’s New York.”

Steven groans. “Would you deny me my comforts, woman?” He pulls you into his lap, peppering kisses to your face that make you scream and laugh, trying to escape.

“I just want you all to try branching out!”

His eyes roll back into his head, Marc staring back at you now, intense as always. “Why would we want to do that?” he asks, pressing searing hot kisses into your neck.

The sudden shift in persona and mood makes you dizzy. You don't know if you'll ever get used to them doing that.

You gasp softly, grabbing onto the crinkly-soft fabric of Steven-Marc's starchy shirt.

“Marc,” you murmur, letting him trail a hand down your side. You haven't seen him in a while, and he’s clearly happy to see you, based on the way he's insistently pressing himself into you.

“Baby,” he mumbles back, licking a line up your neck to your earlobe, a white hot spike of arousal shooting down to your clit. You arch against him, letting him lift you and press you into the table, his hand riding up your shirt and teasing a nipple. You can feel how wet he’s making you, the way only your boys can. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand, ducks down to kiss your neck again-

Then, he stills. “Anyway, lots of work to do today, love. Better hop to it!”

Steven pulls away from you and grabs his stuff, leaving you stunned and frustratingly horny as he heads towards the door.

“W-wh-” you stutter.

“Don’t question my fashion choices!” he shouts, letting the door shut behind him. You narrow your eyes, huffing.

Oh, he’s in for it now. __

Your boys aren't coming over until later. It’s been two days since the Steven-Marc situation, and you won’t even let them sext you. The moment anything remotely sexual starts up, you shut it down. They’re getting restless. Steven especially. He’s always been particularly needy.

The boutique owner had been terribly nice when you'd explained your situation (minus the “my boyfriends’s’s are a superhero/Avatar/legendary warrior with multiple personality disorder” detail). You’d picked out the prettiest piece together, a delicate lace thing with more modest coverings for your private areas. Something that would drive Steven perfectly crazy.

“If I’ve done my job right, this won't survive the night,” she promised.

You’re slightly fidgety. You've never worn something this complicated before. Nothing for the express purpose of getting fucked.

It doesn't matter, really. Your boys can't resist you. That’s what's going to make this so much fun.

One of Steven’s many button ups is covering your lingerie, which had taken twenty minutes of cursing for you to put on. It’s a soft, purple shirt, your personal favorite. He’d been wearing it the first time you met.

You’re reading a book, or trying. You’ve been skimming the same page over and over in nervous anticipation ever since you got the text he’s almost at your flat.

He knocks on the door, and you answer in nothing but his shirt, your hair done in the way you know he loves. He always makes a comment when you wear it like this, so you made sure it was perfect before he came over.

He kind of just stares at you for a minute, taking you in. Then, something happens, something you've only seen a few times before. They start fighting over the body.

“I don’t- she clearly. This is- Marc. Steven. You-Why d-I- Jake, if you don't- Why can’t I, guys-”

He’s saying this all softly, eyes closed in concentration. You don't want to touch him. You don't want him to have a panic attack, and then have your attempt at revenge/seduction turn into something traumatic.

Finally, he settles, and Steven looks at you with wide, wet eyes.

“Is this- for me?” He swallows hard, looking at the way the fabric drapes over your body, just a little too big for you. You nod sweetly, leading him to bed.

He lies back at your insistence, staring up at you in awe as you straddle him, smiling teasingly.

His hand starts to slide up your thigh, but you swat at it.

“No touching,” your murmur, starting to unbutton yourself for him. He nods, swallowing again.

As the beginnings of your surprise are revealed, you realize he might not be the only one who has a problem with this no touching rule.

They’re fighting over the body again.

“If you’d just- Steven, look at her, I can’t- Stop.” Steven says firmly. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Everything alright in there?”

He nods, looking slightly miffed. “Just- you look really, really good, love. Really good. Don’t feel like sharing right now.”

You blush, then wiggle a little. Steven hisses, clenching his hands into fists. Fuck, he's already hard.

He whines when you finish unbuttoning the shirt, letting the fabric pool at your elbows, letting him drink his fill of your new outfit.

He’s slack jawed, mindlessly moving his hips against you. “Fuck,” he whimpers, letting the word trail off into a growl that ends deep in his throat.

His hands are getting fidgety, so you take the opportunity while he’s distracted to grab onto his wrists and pin them next to his head.

“You’re right Steven,” you purr. “I do actually like your shirts. Maybe I’ll wear them more often.”

He throws his head back, groaning. “I knew that's what this was bloody about, you little minx.”

You laugh, grinding down again bodily and making him gasp.

“That’s what you get for being a fucking tease. You can touch when I’m done with your punishment.”

If Steven’s eyes weren't so dark, you're sure you'd be able to see how his pupils are blown wide with lust. He looks ravenous, depraved. You haven't even kissed him.

“Yes,” he murmurs, even as he struggles against your grip.

You let him go, and hum happily when his hands stay in place.

You unbutton his pants, licking your lips as you pull out his cock, hard and leaking for you. You smear a pearl of precome weeping from the tip, relishing the sounds he makes.

You lean down, letting the crotch of your lingerie grind over his hard length. “You’re so mean to me sometimes, Steven. Just wanted to be a little mean back. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”

He whimpers. “Not trying to be mean. Just-just-”

“Just?” you ask, slowing down until he gasps and his hands twitch.

“Just wanted to prove a point,” he finishes lamely, arching his back so he can press up into you. You tsk at him, but allow it.

“Wanna take this off, pretty boy?” you ask, running your hands over the lace covering your plush breasts.

He nods frantically, craning his neck up so he can see a little better, get a little closer. You push him down with one hand, increasing the friction on your clit while you press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“Later. Good boys get to undress me,” you hum, grinding down and chasing the rush of him pressing against your most sensitive spot. His eyes flutter shut, finally surrendering to you.

“Steven,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth, traveling down his neck and sucking marks into his skin.

He grunts a response, too far gone to really answer you. You leave your tongue over the salt-heat of him, listening to his rattling breaths and stuttering heartbeat.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmur against his neck. “My good boy.”

His hips jerk violently against you, and you stop moving completely. He freezes.

“I’m sorry,” he says frantically, but it's too late.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. You spread your legs, hovering over him and moving your panties to the side so you can rub your clit.

Steven’s mouth hangs open, devastated yet unbelievably turned on.

“Now you get to watch me come,” you say, gathering some of the wetness leaking from his tip to soften the friction. “And you can't do anything about it.”

He whines, shutting his eyes closed and growling in frustration. You spread yourself wider, letting your legs rest on the tops of his thighs.

Steven loves making you come. With his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Masturbating in front of him is still hot, but it frustrates him more than anything that he’s not the one making you feel good. Little does he know, the sight of him all hot and bothered is usually what gets you there faster. Like right now.

You feel it starting to bubble up, a deliciously warm orgasm that you’ve been depriving yourself of for days since the shirt incident. It takes a little while, but you finally peak, your fingers bringing you to completion at the sight of Steven Grant, helpless and completely distraught underneath you.

You lean forward until you're burying your face in his neck again, your thigh muscles still contracting pleasantly.

Steven hesitates, his hands moving from where they're meant to be to gently hold your waist. You purr, nuzzling into him so he knows he has permission. You're much more agreeable now that you know he’s suffered sufficiently enough.

He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, still gentle, careful not to disturb you in your good mood. You move a little, unbuttoning his shirts until the smooth expanse of his chest is warm under your palm.

“We’re matching,” you murmur happily. He chuckles nervously, one hand moving to cup the lace covering your bottom.

“This for me?”

You nod. “Don’t question my fashion choices,” you say, nipping at his ear lobe.

“Of course not. Never,” he says, running a hand over your garter belt appreciatively.

He reaches behind to move your panties aside, dipping shaking fingers into the wetness you’ve made for him. “Fuck,” he whispers, practically throbbing against you.

“You can go ahead,” you tell him, yawning. “Want you to. Want you inside, Steven.”

“Fuck,” he says a little louder, grabbing his cock where it's trapped between your bodies and sliding it between your legs to bring it home.

He lets out a breath he's been holding in, and you bloom under his fingers, legs widening to accommodate his girth. You’ve had enough teasing, and it looks like Steven has too.

He fucks you at a brutal pace, whining and gasping into your hair while you press sloppy kisses into his jaw.

“So good,” you whisper, encouraging him. “So good. My Steven.”

“I- hah, love you. Fuck.” The easy glide of him inside you isn't enough to make you come again quite yet, but you give a valiant effort. You suck at the tender spot under his ear, the one you know drives him crazy, and his hips stutter.

“Pretty girl, wearing my clothes and putting on nice things. Don’t deserve you, do I? So good to me,” he murmurs into your ear, one arm holding you close while he uses his other hand to push down on your lower back, using you as his little cocksleeve.

“Steven,” you gasp, grinding down harder onto him until you feel blissfully over sensitive, the fabric of his shirts rubbing against your skin while he fucks you hard, the way he’s been waiting to for days.

He groans out your name before he bites down on your neck. You mewl, bearing down on him before you sit back so you can ride Steven properly. He hangs onto your thighs for dear life as you move in earnest, pulling off him fully before slamming back down onto the length of him.

He brings his hands up to cup at the intricate lace designs covering your breasts, snapping the strap of your bra before he thrusts into you so hard that you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, can’t get enough of this little pussy,” he says, watching himself disappear into your tight heat. He moves a hand down, pressing a thumb to your abused clit and making you black out a little.

“S-Steven,” you stutter, no longer able to conjure competent speech, not when he touches you like that.

“Yeah, you like it when I touch you? Should’ve let me earlier. Even if you were mad at me,” he rambles, rubbing tight circles that make pleasure travel up your spine.

“Wasn't mad,” you whine. “Just wanted r-revenge. And I-I-” You can’t think about anything other than Steven’s hands on you, bringing you to the precipice of another sorely needed orgasm.

“I know, love,” he coos. “You got what you wanted. Now let me get mine.”

Your head tips back a little before Steven pulls one of the cups of your bra down, sitting up and sucking a pert nipple into his mouth. Your chest is still criss-crossed by straps and covered in lace, and Steven is clearly frustrated by the extra covering which he had found so sexy earlier.

“Steven,” you say breathlessly. “Gonna come again, I-”

“It’s okay,” he mouths against your skin. “You can come. Come all over my cock, love. Wanna feel it.”

He flicks his tongue against your tight bud, and you’re overwhelmed by sensation. Just a little-

You reach your hand down to give your clit a little more attention, and finally your second orgasm of the night claims you.

You milk Steven, making him choke and moan against you as your head tilts back and you cry out into the empty apartment.

Then Steven does something that you didn’t expect. He rips your panties off of you.

“Steven,” you gasp, despite remembering what the boutique owner had said about your outfit not lasting the night. “Those were expensive.”

He flips you over, pulling out and rubbing his cock between your folds. “I'll buy you a new pair,” he says, melding his mouth to yours before he pushes in again.

If you thought he was giving it his all before, you were mistaken. Steven’s fucking you at a punishing, brutal pace, pulling at the straps of your lingerie until one by one they all snap off of you and you’re left bare in nothing but shredded lace and his button-up.

You whine, the result of two orgasms making Steven’s conquest an easy slide. Your eyes roll back into your head a little. He’s relentless, insatiable, biting the meat of your bottom lip and licking into your mouth, fucking you so well that you know you’re going to be thinking about it for weeks.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he stutters. “I’m never going to get enough of you. Fuck. Fuck. I-I’m gonna-”

“Come in me,” you beg. “Steven, Steven, come inside.”

He looks into your eyes. “You want me to come inside? Fill you up? B-breed you?”

You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer into you, making the angle deeper. He groans, wet sloppy sounds accompanying his increasingly quickening thrusts.

“Come in me, Steven,” you kiss his cheek. “Come in me. Breed me. Please, please.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

He pulses inside you, coming hard like you've been daydreaming he would for the past few days. You kiss the side of his head while he buries his face into your shoulder. “Perfect,” you whisper. “Perfect boy.”

He whimpers, still not relenting in filling you. You’re a little surprised. This is the longest an orgasm has ever lasted for Steven. You must’ve taken a lot out of him.

When he’s finally finished, he lets out a big sigh. You rub his back, nuzzling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to stretch out the moment as much as you can.

“Will you leave me alone about my wardrobe now?” he says into your neck, slightly muffled. You laugh.

“Sure. Only if you promise to wear a t-shirt once in a while.”

He groans. “Deal.”

[prettybrownelf]

Me again could you do Marc Spector x ftm reader smut when maybe the reader is in a gang of some sort Marc's been trying to take down for months and he backs him in a corner and starts choking him and he moans so Marc realizes he's attracted to him and fucks him in exchange for information but then he realizes he's actually fallen for him and it's rough but then turns soft maybe some overstimulation for reader who had top surgery and degredation that turns into praise/praise degredation

Back Alley Fun

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Marc Spector X FTM! Reader

Summary- Marc has been searching for you for months, and its time to teach you a lesson on how to speak to him

Word Count- 1036

Content Warnings- AFAB Genitalia, Praise, Degradation, Overstimulation, Pet Names, Choking, Slight Public Sex

Months. Marc hasn't been able to have a good night's sleep in months. 

You and your stupid little gang have been evading his every attempt to capture week after week. That stupid grin on your face everytime you got away, as if this was some sort of game. 

But today, he's not giving up. He's going to capture you and force information out of you so he can finally lay in his bed and sleep without constant thrashing. 

A cool chill runs down his spine as he adjusts his sweater onto his shoulders. The moon illuminates the sidewalk as Marc briskly stalks the street. The hint he had got from one of your little henchmen (more like beat out of your henchman) was that you’d be at a bar tonight. He could hear the annoyingly loud music from around the corner. 

Bright neon lights fill his vision as he makes his way to the club. Pushing his way through people, the music around makes his body vibrate as he looks around for you. Marc scoffs to himself as he tries to get to the side of the room, looking through a sea of dancing bodies. 

Finally, he finds your eyes, staring right at him. Marc jumps into action, trying to rush through people as he watches you slip out the back. 

The cool air meets his skin as he looks for you in the alley, only to find you waiting for him. The obvious smirk on your face makes Marc scowl. 

“Hey Marcy!” Your voice sounds like you're seeing an old friend. Marc huffs as he stomps towards you. “You, are so. Fucked.” Marc can barely get his words out as tries to grab him. You let him do it, letting him slam you against the brick wall. “You feel better now Marcy?” Marc watches as you give him a fake pout. “Don't call me that.” You roll your eyes as you smile up at him. “Why so mad Marcy? I thought we were friends!” 

You're barely able to catch Marc move as his hand wraps around your throat, slamming you harder against the wall. A choked moan escapes your mouth as your back collides with the wall, taking some of the air out of your lungs. Confusion fills Mar’s eyes as he looks down at you, squeezing his hand a bit harder around your throat to test out his theory. 

As always, he theory is correct. 

Another moan comes out of you as he squeezes harder. Marc smirks down at you as moves his hand to make you look up at him. “I’ll make you a deal.” He whispers, his voice raspy with desire. “I’ll fuck you’r handsome brains out and you give me the information i need to know.” Marc watches as you think it through, although he knows what you're going to say. He can't help but smile down at you as you let out a breathy ‘yes’. 

Within seconds his lips are on yours, capturing you in a lust filled kiss as his tongue explores your mouth. His hand remains tight on your throat as he grinds his already hard bulge against you. His voice is raspy as he turns you around, bending you over slightly as his hand travels under your tight jeans. “Does that feel good, slut?” He whispers in your ear as he drags his finger back and forth, feeling you getting wet. 

Your breath is almost completely gone as he tries to catch up with Marc’s movements. All you can do is nod as you take in the feeling of his hands on you. Marc's hot breath hits your ear as he whispers to you, moving his fingers faster against your wettend underwear. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You nod at his words, trying to ignore how close you are to cumming just from his words. 

Marc takes notice of this as smirks, moving his hand to your bare flesh under your boxers as his finger circles your clit. You can hear him chuckle to himself as he feels your legs shake. Marc's hand moves to your chest to make sure you stay upright as you cum, his hand on your chest dragging over your top surgery scars as your legs twitch. 

Marc moves away from you, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you hear his pants unzip. Excitement fills your body as you feel him press against you again. He slowly pushed himself inside you, enjoying your small whines from overstimulation as he finally bottoms out. He groans in your ear as he slowly moves his hips, getting faster with each thrust as your legs shake. “Good slut, you're taking my cock so well.” All you can do is whine as you take the pleasure, feeling yourself getting close again as he grabs your hips roughly, groaning above you as he whispers in your ear. “Are you gonna cum for me again pretty boy?” You nod as you feel your legs almost give out under you as you see stars. Your orgasm rushes through your body as you hear Marc moan above you. “Good boy, cum on my cock.” Marc's thrust suddenly gets sloppy as he moves faster, whispering in your ear as he gets himself off. “You're such a pretty boy, so good for me.” 

The second the words leave his mouth he stops his movements, keeping himself inside of you as he cums. He can feel your deep breathing as he pulls out, rubbing your hips softly as you both calm down. 

“Do you feel ok, pretty boy?” Marc asks, his voice suddenly soft as he helps you stand up. Your legs are still shaking a bit as you stand, leaning against Marc's chest as you relax. “Yeah, I'm ok.” You whisper. You feel Marc’s arms wrap around you as he runs his hand up and down your back lovingly. “You did so good for me.” He mutters as he gives you a small kiss on the forehead. “Let's go somewhere quiet so we can talk, yeah?” You say, looking up at him. Marc gives a small smile as he holds you by the waist. “Lead the way.”

[angrythingstarlight]

I’m definitely More like Sunshine when I’m online lol but outside of that, more like Dove! Also, can I just say that I love your Biker! Sam and Marcie couple 💚💚💚 they are just the cutest and I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to seeing more of them. Either way I love everything you’ve put out and please forgive me ahead of time for the spam reblogs and likes from me that’s about to happen 💚💚

Thank you! Theyre a great couple. But I won't be writing a biker!Sam fic 😔. I only write for Bucky, Steve, Ari, Andy, Chris, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Ransom, Chris Beck and destroyer Chris.

However you'll see more of Marcie and Sam in the biker world but no individual one shots.

[ao3feed-moonknight]

We need an army

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TdLlNY1 by Aragorn_II_Elessar Matt and Karen meet the army that is assembling to take on the Fisks and Kingpin's Task Force. One-shot. Words: 854, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), Luke Cage (TV), Iron Fist (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Moon Knight (TV 2022), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Josie (Daredevil), Brett Mahoney, Marci Stahl, Maggie Grace, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Patricia Walker (Marvel), Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Colleen Wing, Misty Knight, Claire Temple, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye), Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy, Angie Kim Relationships: Matt Murdock & Karen Page, Luke Cage & Jessica Jones & Matt Murdock & Danny Rand, Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker Additional Tags: Episode: s01e09 Straight to Hell (Daredevil: Born Again), Missing Scene, Return, Team Up, Reunions, Cherry and Kirsten don't exist because Brett Mahoney and Marci Stahl should have been in those roles read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TdLlNY1