#danny rand x reader

[cainkore]

Ay yo just read your blurb. I'm gonna need 10 more of these.

i’ve been busy but don’t worry you'll get a complete story 😞😘 tell me who you want spidey to fall in love with first and i’ll see what i can do 😁

[cainkore]

SAAAAAAM SAM ALEXANDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAA, please tell me they have the same interactions as in the cartoon plsplsplsplspls

I am on my knees begging

bru don't worry i love a good rivals to lovers, they're in good hands 🤭🤭🤭🙏

[sophville]

Seeing Stars — D. Rand

Author Note: Dedicated to me and the five other Danny Rand fans. You’re probably thinking Danny Rand/Iron Fist fanfic in the big 25?! Yes. He needs more love ☹️.

Summary: After being bitten by a magically star-enhanced spider, SHIELD sends out team Spider-Man to trace down the vigilante that calls themselves Spider-Star, aka: YOU!!, after a run in with the team you’ve got Iron Fist seeing stars in more ways then one. (Set in The Ultimate Spider-Man)

(I also think I’m gonna go into more detail ab Spider-Star/you in her own origin story…!)

Warnings: Fighting ig? He fell first AND harder. Awkward teenage love (as per usual). Slow burn(?)

Spider-Star: Origin Story (Coming Soon!)

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Playlist:

Meet Me Halfway — Black Eyed Peas

Shake It Out — Florence + the Machine

Motion Sickness — Phoebe Bridgers

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You got an alert, Trapster was in the middle of robbing a bank. You grabbed your y/f/c hoodie which you’d made to look like a Spider-Man costume and loose jeans, also your makeshift mask (which was just two y/f/c pieces of fabrics sewn together with goggles and two nostril holes), you opened your window, shooting your webs and slinging building to building.

You finally made it to the sight of the robbery, no heroes in sight, yet, so you made your move. Attacking Trapster when he wasn’t looking, you clogged his guns with your webs, and sticking him to the walls of the bank, placing the bags of stolen money back in the vault, finally you left a sticky note ‘From your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Star!’ And stuck it onto Trapster’s forehead.

Everything started to get dark, the sun being covered by the helicarrier. You took that as your sign to leave, you thwiped away, entering back through your window like you never left.

SHIELD on the other hand finally had you on footage, analyzing your every move. You’ve been on their radar for a while now, believing that you’d be a good asset for the team.

— Mission Debrief —

“Trapster’s been caught, he’s off the street! Shouldn’t we be celebrating and thanking this mysterious hero?” Spider-Man began, making exaggerated movements, “That’s besides the point,” Fury began, putting up a blurry photo of you swinging on the screen, “this vigilante has been doing this for weeks and had already handed in 5 villains that we’ve been tracking down for months. What I’m saying is we need this new Spider-person on our side.” He finished.

The debrief finished with one final order.

Capture Spider-Star.

“I have an idea!” Nova exclaimed, Fury now long gone, “This should be good.” White Tiger groaned, Nova ignored the comment, “We can purposefully release Trapster, he’ll make a mess of things, luring in that Star-girl—” “Then when she shows her masked face we’ll catch her and bring her to fury.” Power Man finished, “I have to admit… that’s not a bad idea…” Spider-Man muttered, “But is she foolish enough to fall for such a thing?” Iron Fist asked, “I don’t see why not, she wants to save people just like us.” Tiger remarked.

And that’s what they did, it was easy. A little too easy. Even for them, and that’s saying something.

You and your grandmother were baking when you got the alert on your phone that Trapster was free and causing chaos around the city, “I need to use the bathroom!” You exclaimed, removing your apron and bolting to your room, throwing on your makeshift costume. You swung out your window, you can’t take as long as usual, your grandma might catch on…

You hear screams a block away, following the commotion you see team Spider-Man fighting them, perfect, I’ll leave them— wait. 1… 2, 3… 4– oh no.

You were pinned on the ground, flashes of green flooding your vision, you raised your fist, letting out a star blast, sending your sparing mate flying.

You jumped on your feet, ready for another attack that never came.

— Meanwhile —

Power Man caught Iron Fist before he hit the ground, “You’re taking the whole inheriting the dragon abilities really seriously.” He joked and placed Danny on the ground, “I had her pinned, but she… she had some sort of abilities, she blasted me off like she was swatting a fly.” Danny got up too fast, stumbling, “Woah, easy there man,” Luke stabled him, “I… I can get her…” Danny sat back down, “Nah, you take it easy, you look like you’re seeing stars, me and Nova will handle our rouge.” “Thanks…”

Iron Fist has never felt more useless, he’s benched after one blast from you… “Are you ok?!” He snapped his head up, meeting face to face, or mask to mask, with you, dangling upside down on your web from the lamp post. “Uh…” “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do it that hard, I haven’t really had much practice…” you rambled off, Danny was left there speechless. He was practically hypnotized by your voice, it could become his favourite song, but he’d never heard it before, he would’ve remembered if he had.

After a few moments of stunned silence Danny finally remembered his mission, “You… SHIELD…!” Before he could get another word out your spidey-senses were on high alert, “Watch out!” He exclaimed.

You were tackled off your web and began to fly up, you looked around, hyper aware. It was Nova, and he was flying up. Too high. You were losing oxygen, and fast. You pushed him off you, giving him a blast, but making sure it wasn’t too much.

You began to fall, everything around you was getting hot, you were hot, your ‘costume’ began to flake off. You let out a shriek, your mask had long since fallen off. Nova caught you, just in time, throwing you over his shoulder and tossing you onto the pavement when you reached the ground, “Ow! Watch it space brain!” You shouted rubbing your back.

“Oops…” he replied mockingly and hovered over to Spider-Man. You had to get back to your room, you’ve been gone for too long. You looked for an exit, “So you’re who they call Spider-Star.” Standing before you was team Spider-Man, Spidey had intentionally lowered his voice, trying to sound intimidating, “You don’t sound like that…” you remarked, the others began to laugh, “look this has been a blast but I’ve really have to get going.” And you were on your feet once more, “Afraid we can’t do that,” Power Man spoke up this time, “Fury wants to see you.” Your heart dropped, before you could reject the not-really offer, your vision went black.

Iron Fist had hit a nerve in your neck making you out cold, he caught you from hitting the ground, carrying you bridal style. When they made it up to the helicarrier, they split up, Ava, Luke, Sam and Peter going for the mission debrief (aka Fury’s lecture about how irrational and immature the whole thing was), and Danny going to the med bay so that the doctors could check your health and vitals. “Hello Iron Fist, I’m assuming she’s the reason the helicarrier is more hectic than usual,” Doctor Conner lowered his tablet, “you can place her on the bed over there.” He motioned to a bed already set up with different tubes and needles.

Danny made sure to place you carefully in the bed, sitting in the chair beside it, wanting to apologize and talk to you as himself. Nurses surrounded you, and he made sure to stay out of their way, reading a new novel he’d gotten. When they were finished you hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV line. They had also taken out blood samples, when you looked at it a certain angle it seemed to glow. Doctor Conner and the nurses left to the lab, leaving Danny and you, still unconscious, all alone.

— Hours Later —

The silence and beeping had grown unbearable, so Danny had pressed play on a random playlist he’d made, Meet Me Halfway was playing, its tune filling in the quietness.

You woke with a start, scaring the life out of Danny, you jumped, the palms of your hands sticking to the ceiling, Danny stood up, mask now off. His movements startled you, earning him a kick to the face.

When you realized what you’d done you plopped back onto the bed, removing the IV tube and finger clip for the heart monitor, “I’m so sorry!” You kneeled beside him, holding his face in your hands, a red star shaped mark already appearing on his face, “Oh my gosh…” you started muttering things, some more apologies and others about how stupid you were.

Danny on the other hand? He could only think of how beautiful you were. Like he’d never seen a girl before. Your eyes full of concern, your pink cheeks and rosy lips, your eyebrows knitted together, and your voice, oh your voice, if your voice wasn’t enough, your beauty made him die and go to heaven. You were like the goddesses the monks had taught him about back in K'un-Lun. “Hi…” STUPID STUPID. He thought to himself, why would he do that, “Hi.” You replied softly, a smile began to spread on his face, “Are you ok?” You asked slowly, he nodded his head, not trusting his voice.

After a moment of silence, and staring at each other, Danny finally spoke up, “I’m sorry.” “For what?” You asked, he stood up, extending his hand out to you, you took it and he pulled you up, “For all of this…” Your grandparents. “I’m so dead! I need to go!” You shake his shoulders, and he tensed up. He grabbed your elbows grounding you, “You can’t just leave.” He stated, “My grandparents are probably worried sick about me!”

“I suggest you listen to Iron Fist.” A deeper voice sounded from behind you, you and Danny immediately separated, “no need to worry about your grandparents, I’ve informed them of your enrolment to midtown high.” “Mid town?! That’s basically on the other side of the city!” You exclaimed, “Which is why you’ll be staying with other students who came in from abroad.” He motioned to Danny, whom in all the commotion had put his mask back on, “But how did they believe you?” You questioned, “A quick meeting with principle Coleson and fake application papers,” he unraveled application documents, it was scary how much they knew… “and they immediately approved.” Fury took your silence as his sign to leave.

The rest of the afternoon you spent walking around the hovercraft, and settling in to your new room.

You made sure to call your grandparents that night, sitting on your new bed in your bare room, “I don’t know about this… I haven’t been this far from you guys since… the accident.” Your grandfather spoke first, “y/n, this is the perfect chance for you to get proper education, we want whats best for you and your future, this is what your parents would want.” “You know we love you very much, peanut, and if anything and I mean anything happens, don’t hesitate to call.” Your grandmother reassured you, and with that the call ended.

There was a light knock on the door, you walked over to the panel desire the doorframe, there were three buttons on it, one was for the lights, the other for opening the door, and the third… you didn’t even know what that one was for. You didn’t know which to press, the person on the other side knocked again, a bit louder this time, “One second!” You told them, you took a gamble, pressing the middle button, and the door slid open, revealing Iron Fist, in casual clothing.

“Oh, hello!” You greeted, you were in your pyjamas, and a little embarrassed. “Hello, I realized we never really talked much back in the medical bay, if you’re available, we could chat in the common room?” Yeah you were free, but you hardly knew the guy, this is the second time you’ve seen him without the mask, and first without the costume, as if sensing your unease he introduced himself, “My name is Daniel Rand, but everyone calls me Danny.” He extended his hand, you shook it, “My names y/n y/l/n, you can call me whatever though.” “Well then, shall we, y/n?” He said your name, testing the sound on his tongue, “We shall.” You responded, the door closing behind you as you followed him through the hallway, “Director Fury mentioned you were just enrolled to Midtown High, so where were you before?” He asked, “Oh, I was homeschooled,” you paused, taking a breath, “my parents passed in a car accident, and my grandparents removed me from elementary school, they were great teachers, but I guess now I get to see what all the hype is about high school.” You replied, “Fury also mentioned you came from abroad, where are you really from?” It was your turn to ask the question, “I was born here, but I ran away from home to study in K'un-Lun, they are giving me a year in the outside world until I must return and fulfill my duties as their king.” He answered honestly, and it wasn’t what you were expecting in the slightest, “Wow… you win I guess.” You both chuckle.

By the time you made it to the common room you learned that he was also seventeen, he comes from a rich family and his dad owned Rand Industries. He also told you how he was trained by monks in the mountains and earned his powers from defeating the dragon Shou-Lou, inheriting the powers of the Iron Fist. When he asked more about you, you didn’t know how to respond, you lived a relatively normal life besides getting bit by that spider a few months ago, and even that story isn’t as interesting as his.

The common room doors slid open, and you both made your way to the couch, you jumped over the back and landed cross-legged on a cushion, while Danny walked around and leaned back on the couch. “K’un-Lun seems like a really cool place.” You remarked, “Yes, but they don’t take lightly to outsiders.” You cocked an eyebrow, “No offence, but aren’t you technically an outsider?” He was quiet for a minute, “… No, I was destined to become the Iron Fist. But if we were to say… you visited K’un-Lun, then they would not ‘appreciate’ that.” You nodded your head, monks are mean, you thought to yourself, “But tell me more about yourself.” You froze at the question, no one’s really asked about you before, “Well… I was born in (Your city/country), I love music… and to draw,” you took a breath, thinking of other things to say, “I uh… I got my powers from a spider biting me, but I guess you’ve heard that one before.” You both chuckle at that.

Danny did most of the talking, which you didn’t mind, he had that relaxing voice that could put you to bed, you two talked about anything that came to mind, things you hoped for in the future and your fears. You also took that time to admire take in his features, his smooth blond hair fitting his face just right, he had kind blue eyes, some areas almost looks silver, but didn’t show them off like normal people did, he has the littlest dimples which were hardly noticeable in the dim lights, his smile was sweet, it could become your favourite candy, if you actually got to taste it— WOAH! Calm down y/n, you could feel your face getting warmer. You’d chime in, asking questions or telling your own stories. “It’s getting late… and we have school tomorrow.” Danny stated, pointing at the clock, it was already 11:45pm, you watched as he stood, following his movements. Danny took that chance to take another look at you, when he did, he noticed there were little y/f/c stars floating around you, “I’ll walk you back to your room.” “Thanks.”

The walk back was silent, but not an awkward silence, more of a comfortable silence. When you got to your room the door slid open, “My room is only two doors down, come to me if you need anything.” He informed you, “Thank you, Danny, really. You’re making this whole thing worth it.” And you meant it, he’s been the nicest to you, granted you haven’t talked to the others yet, but he makes you want to stay in this program, “Anytime, y/n. Sleep well.” “You too.” With that, he walked to his room, you only fully entered yours when he entered his, the door sliding behind you.

You flopped on your bed, crawling under the blankets and moving around until you found the perfect position. You were out like a light.

— Next Morning —

You woke to the sounds and vibrations of your phones alarm. You pressed snooze and rolled over, getting another eight minutes of sleep.

Until it went off again.

You lifted your head, turning off the alarm and dragging yourself out of bed. You brushed your hair and teeth, the normal morning routine. You walked to the closet, realizing you didn’t grab any clothes from your old room, but then you opened it, it was filled with new clothes. You slipped on a y/f/c sweat shirt with stars sewn on, and light blue ripped jeans.

You stepped out of your room, expecting to see other people, but the hallway was empty, you continued to wander, trying to find the kitchen, and a way to school, “Danny?” You called, when you finally found the kitchen, but there was no response. “They’re on a mission right now, miss y/l/n, is there anything you need help with?” A voice called out to you, “Oh wait, where are my manners, I’m agent Coleson, I’m also your principal, which reminds me you should be headed to class right about now.”

You didn’t question him, just followed as he lead you through the halls and into some elevator type contraption, next thing you knew you were in a closet. Coleson was the first to step out, revealing it to be an office, he walked over to the desk, opening a drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper, “This is your schedule, miss y/l/n,” You finally stepped out of the closet, taking the paper and looked over it, “your teammates are also around the school.” He gave you a curt smile, and you stepped out, still looking at the paper in your hand.

“Welcome to high school.” You knew that voice, you looked up, Danny was right in front of you, smile on his face, he stared at you, those stars still hovering near you, “It all seems a little overwhelming.” His eyes softened, “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” He replied, “Fortune cookie?” “Eleanor Roosevelt actually,” he paused, “all of that to say, you’ll be fine. What classes do you have?” He asked, “Biology, Art, Math, English, Philosophy, and earth and space science.” You replied, “We have the same schedule, minus the earth and space science,” he turned away, “I can show you to your classes, if you want.” You smiled, “That’d be great, thanks Danny.”

For your first five classes Danny walked with you, not once leaving your side. “This is your last class,” he stops in front of the door, “this is where we part ways, but don’t worry, Peter will be in your class as well.” Wait what? “Oh! Uhm… ok then… I’ll see you after?” You asked, “Of course.”

You walked into the class, Who’s Peter? You asked yourself, you looked around for someone who looked like a Peter, but in the end you just sat where no one else was. Other kids filled the room, now that Danny wasn’t with you, you realized that you had no idea what the rest of the team looked like without their costumes, “You’re new right?” You looked up, two boys with short brown hair stood at the empty seats next to you, “I’m Peter, and this is Harry Osborn,” the shorter boy motioned to the taller one, “mind if we sit next to you?” “Yeah, sure.” So this is who Danny was talking about, Peter pulled out his note book and scribbled something down, he slid it over to you, ‘It’s me, Spider-Man.’ You choked on air, coughing into your elbow. This guy was Spider-Man?!

You spent the rest of class taking notes and talking with Peter, and even Harry.

— End Of The Day —

As the final bell rang Peter and Harry packed their things and left, “See you later?” Peter asked, “Mhm.” You nodded. Just as Danny said, he was waiting outside the class for you, there were two other kids waiting with him. The one on Danny’s left was a lot taller, with dark skin and large biceps, and the one on his right was shorter, not as muscular with black hair.

You walked up to the trio, “Hey star-girl, how you liking school?” The taller boy asked, “Uh, it’s cool, I guess.” You shrugged, “The names Luke Cage, and that’s Sam.” He stuck out his hand, you took it, glancing at Danny, “My names y/n—” “Yeah we know, we already read all about you on the shield data base.” Sam stated like it was the most normal thing in the world, “What?” You looked at Danny, eyes wide and eyebrows knitted together, you took a step back, “I have to go.” You stated, walking away, “What the heck Sam?” You heard Luke snap at Sam, and you heard footsteps approaching behind you, “Y/n, wait—” “‘Wait’ what, Danny? You read about me? And you never told me? I opened up to you about things I never told anyone, only for you to read it all on a file?! I trusted you!”

You turned to walk away once more, ignoring Danny’s calls for you. You knew you’d have to face him once again when you were on the helicarrier, but for now all you wanted was to be alone.

You found your way back to the hovercraft, and into your room, you dropped your bag on the floor, grabbing a book and flopping on your bed.

You were hurt that Danny hadn’t told you about your file in general, but even though you were mad at him all you wanted to do was talk to him.

— Night —

It was 10:37pm, you were reading on your bed, background music playing and the pitter-patter of rain hitting your window. You liked this, it was peaceful.

Until someone knocked on your door.

You didn’t answer, hoping the person would leave, “y/n…?” Danny. Your heart was weighing over your mind, and you begrudgingly opened the door. On the other side was Danny, in his PJ’s, “Can’t sleep?” You asked, he looked… lost, not ‘zen’ as usual, “You could say that…” he looked up, “I’m so sorry…” your heart sank, “Danny…” “I should have told you, and, I should have been honest—” you pulled him in to a hug, your arms wrapped over his shoulders, he didn’t hug back, not at first. But after a moment he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

You forgave him, of course you did.

You let him into your room, and you both sat on your bed, watching movies and just talking, you’d catch Danny staring at you. But to him? He saw stars.

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THIS IS SO LONG, Help 😭

Holy yap… ANYWAYS!

Have a great morning/day/night!!

[missglaskin]

Yan!Marvel Men (Peter, Danny, Johnny, Matt, Luke) as Pervs

Note: came from a long haitus, hello! DARK CONTENT BEWARE. Did this during an all nighter, sorry for all the mistakes. Just scroll by if not interested

"Why are men such hopeless perverts?"

Tags: Female!reader. Characters are 616! DUBCON/NONCON, SMUT, yandere elements, stalking, power dynamics, Naive/oblivious reader, panty sniffing, toxic relationships, manipulation, mentions of periods, just overall nastiness

Peter Parker AKA Spiderman

Peter and you have been the closest of friends, thick as thieves. You would never suspect him, after all how could you, it is your Peter. Your too attentive Peter. Who notices when your strap is sliding down your shoulder or when your jeans are too low and Peter never misses an opportunity to give you his jacket whenever it’s cold. But you really don’t know Peter, have little idea of what he has been up to behind closed doors.

The reason Peter is too attentive is because he catches himself staring at your tits out of the corner of his eye or he sees your underwear peeking just above your jeans. And the jackets you borrow, he’s so eager to get it back and bury his face into it. Breathing in your scent; he needs to suffocate in it. Jerking off, holding it as he mutters your name over and over. 

You’ve always told Peter that he’s good with the camera. Ecstatic when he was hired by the Bugle. He has many candid shots of you, way too many, but you never minded; you loved being his muse. Some were perfectly framed or blurry, you weren’t safe from the camera even when you were napping. The ones that make Peter sweat the most are the “accidental” upskirt shots he took when you weren’t paying attention. 

Peter has been caught more than once hanging around your dorm laundry room. You didn’t give it much thought as he would offer to switch your loud or watch out for “dryer thieves”. When in reality, he is the thief himself. Your panties coincidentally get eaten by the laundry, sometimes a worn t-shirt. Peter would sleep with them under his pillow, or worse, jerk off with them. Great, he thinks to himself as he must wash them again with his cum stains now on them. Then he’ll carefully fold them back into your basket when you’re not looking.

You can’t possibly be this naive, he thinks. I mean you obviously trust him because he is your friend, still you must be somewhat aware how you are tormenting him. He still is just a man with his very hot, oblivious friend.Peter would never forget the time you ate an ice cream cone in front of him and didn’t notice it dripping. Peter’s tongue ran over his lips, he almost offered to lick it off your fingers and when you did it yourself, he had to excuse himself to the restroom again.

Don’t get it wrong. Peter very much feels sick with himself, he doesn’t even know he can wake up in the morning and look at his own reflection. Ben and May raised him to be better than this. Yet here he is now stroking his dick again at the thought of his friend, who trusted him with everything they held dear. The guilt consumes him alive but it’s not enough to put a stop to him. He can’t even rationalize it or even bother to make some twisted lie; he knows all full well what he is doing.

When he’s out as spiderman, he will swing by your window at night. He is just “patrolling”. It was a complete coincidence he came by your place. Yet he doesn’t leave, instead he lingers long enough to know if you’re awake or not. And if he catches you changing or worse in the shower, he can’t leave even when every inch of his mind is telling him to. He stays and gazes upon your naked self. Masturbating furiously that night only to tell himself it would be the last time, only to do it again the next night.

Peter doesn’t snap all at once - he erodes. It’s late at night, he shows up at your door bringing whatever flimsy excuse he has, smelling like the city’s blood and smoke. It was a rough night, a very rough night. Whatever transpired, you knew he needed a hug. What you don’t expect is for Peter to bury his face on your shoulder. Certainly not to nuzzle to your neck, breathing in your scent. His hands fisting at your shirt, and his lips brush against the soft skin. It’s no accident because he pecks the skin over and over, pleading with you to just let him have this and you didn’t think you could really turn him down.

Danny Rand AKA Iron Fist

Danny was the bestest friend anyone could ask for. He was the guy to knock on your door with your favorite takeout in hand. He knew what to say to bring a smile on your face whenever you are down, help carry your groceries without being asked. So how could you ever think that your sweet and thoughtful friend would be some pervert. Danny tries to play it so casually, he lets his shoulder bump yours when he’s laughing, he lets his hands linger on yours a little longer than necessary when he is helping you up. It looks and seems harmless, but his heart races every time.

The day you lent him your hoodie because he “forgot” his is something he will always remember. He kept it at his place for weeks, wearing it around when you weren’t there. Tugging the collar up to his nose, sometimes he sleeps in it, other times he wouldn’t like to say what he does to it. But he returns it eventually, smiling sheepishly as he apologizes for forgetting. He loves “forgetting” his stuff at your place, it gives him excuses to coincidently pop up. Besides it’s not like you will shoo him away if he doesn't have his excuses. Sometimes when you visit his place, he will hide your belongings so he can make you come over then convince you to stay for the night.

Once in the many nights you were staying at his place, you dozed off in the middle of a movie on the couch. Danny of course instinctively tucked a blanket over you, but then he just couldn't move. Danny told himself to look away, to stop. To do anything instead of just sitting there staring at your chest rise and fall, your soft lips. His hands nearly touched your thighs, nudging them open. He could feel his cock hard under his sweats. He even nearly leaned downed, his mouth hovering over yours, but he forced himself to stop, he had to stop.

Danny wants to be a gentleman. He wants to take things slow. It just seems as his body acts out against his very moral conscience. Like an animal in heat, he wants to act out on his every impulse, cross all boundaries. Danny should feel honored that you called him drunk at two in the morning to walk you home. Yet all Danny could think about is how you squeezed him tight, your tits pressed against his arm. His hands trembled as they held your waist a bit too tightly. He almost kissed you right then, your lips were there for the taking.

Is he truly a gentleman when you were just talking to him. Just laughing together when Danny dares to put a hand on your knee. He continued to smile, casually talking as if nothing were happening. You showed no reaction to it. It’s when his thumb rubs tiny circles on your skin, you freeze up and momentarily stumble over your words. He removes his hand, but he waits till you are distracted to find his place once more.

There were better places to go to when he was hurt but doing so meant missing the chance to see you. His eyes are on you the entire time as you tend to his wounds. He guides you when he sees how nervous you are, steadying your trembling hands. When his hands touch yours, Danny wishes he can pull you closer, have you straddle him, not giving a damn about his stitches. Move you to grind against him with your hands on his chest, both of you panting. He imagines you calling him your boyfriend, his name moaned against his ear as he finally gets what he wants.

Danny isn’t stupid. He is being too careless, too obvious with it. What if you were to ever catch him? Would you be disgusted and call him a creep. Would you cut him off, it hurts to even think about it. You have become such a familiar face, been a part of his everyday life. It would be like tearing a piece of his soul. But perhaps deep down you know the kind of man he is, surely you would forgive him.

Danny received a call from you and poor you, you were just in tears. Today was just horrible. Rocking you gently as he whispers that it’s okay, before he kisses you- all of his training and self control are thrown out the window. He can sense your confusion, you are too stunned to resist. Your eyes are glassy as you gaze up at him while he has you pinned beneath him. He just tells you not to think or fight it; he will take care of you as he always does. And in the morning, he will cook you breakfast and greet you with a smile as if nothing has changed.

Johnny Storm AKA The Human Torch

Truthfully you couldn’t pinpoint when you and Johnny became good friends. Like there was a moment when you both just clicked and the rest became history. At first, Johnny wanted to convince himself it’s nothing more,]. Even he loves how you tease him, how you nudge him when he’s pushing it, how you are there to listen to him whenever he feels down. Sure he thinks you are cute and he is of course not jealous when another guy makes you laugh; okay maybe he is. And he may find himself wanting to fuck you more times than he could count.

He won’t lie, it does kill him inside every time you refer to him as a good friend. Despite his best efforts to let you know he thinks otherwise, even Ben takes pity on him. You don’t give his flirting much thought, not even when he drapes an arm over your shoulder, his casual jealousy towards anyone else you talk to, how he brushes his hands against yours while you’re together. You just assume it’s Johnny being Johnny.

Johnny showing up at your place uninvited is a daily recurrence. He will lounge on your couch like he owns it as he watches tv, and yes he will steal your snacks. Johnny will sprawl into your bed, jokingly pleading you don’t kick him out of it. It’s so warm and cozy, though the second you are away, he’ll bury his face into the pillows and breathe in your scent. He fantasizes about masturbating in your very bed and maybe even leaves a sign he has done something, but he shakes his head inwardly, what the hell is wrong with him.

Sleepovers are his favorite excuse. Whether it’s at his place or yours, though he prefers you. The first time you wore pajama shorts at the sleepover, poor Johnny had to take a “bathroom break” that turned into him stroking furiously while picturing pulling those shorts down. Or when you fall asleep with your head on his chest during the movie; he was so painfully hard, he was silently pleading you would notice and help him with predicament.

Johnny has walked in on you changing more than once, whether it’s an accident or intentional one may never know. The first time you hear a “whoops” as he turns to leave, not missing the double glance he gave. Besides, Johnny isn’t above using your shower and walking around with just a towel around his waist; he wants you to look, to see you all flustered.

He can be so shameless, it’s sickening. It’s almost like Johnny believes it will end with you together no matter the outcome. It has to, you both know of each other more than most people who spend lifetimes with one another. Wherever you are seated, he’ll sit by you, thighs touching. He lets hugs drag on for too long, his lips will touch your ears as he whispers something to you. Johnny will reach to fix your collar, smooth your hair, tug you close during photos, even pulling you to his lap during move nights if you let him. As said, incredibly shameless.

There comes a point where you and Johnny share a bed. Platonically of course. Especially after a bad night, he’ll crawl into your bed, you couldn’t possibly kick him out can you. Johnny tries to keep his distance, but he slowly shifts closer and closer. A brush of his hand, his leg on yours, face pressed into your neck. But you’re too far into sleep to not feel him using your body as friction while he reaches his release.

It happened during a night out when you both drank too much. Well it was more of you being the drunk one, while Johnny’s metabolism slowed down the effects. Too dazed and legs unsteady, you have to rely on Johnny for support as you walk to your place. Before you know it, your back feels the mattress behind you with Johnny slamming his lips to yours, the rough pad of his tongue against your softer inner lips. All you could do was cling to the fabric of his shirt, letting it happen. You are too dumbfounded to even process that his cock is stretching inside you, before you close your eyes and lose yourself to sleep.

Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil

To others, you don’t stand out too much but to Matt. You were overwhelming to him in every manner. However, you would never; he shakes your hand and gives a polite smile. But Mat can smell the roast on your breath; the coffee you had in the morning, laced with a trace of sugar. He can smell the creamy scent of the lotion you hastily applied on your skin, a touch of vanilla. He hears the nervous hitch in your braith, the faint tremor in your pulse, the saliva shift in your mouth before you swallow it.

At first, Matt tries to deny what he’s feeling–he was just simply attracted to you. But he is fooling himself, you are very much consuming his every thought. Everything about you just seems so… he just can’t put the right words in. He just knows he wants you, no he needs you. Matt can’t be left alone with his thoughts, too long and he’ll start to imagine what your throat feels like around his hand as he thrusts into you. He must busy himself with case papers or go out to catch whatever poor criminal who crosses his path.

Even as he goes out as daredevil, he keeps finding himself circling back to wherever you work or live. It’s a coincidence, it has to be. Hell’s kitchen is a small place after all. Yet he is always listening for you, for the cadence of your steps, the sleepy hum you make when unlocking your door. How gullible you are, anyone can just take their chance to do whatever they wish. But it’s not like they will when he’s there, he will break every bone in their body.

Matt knows he’s violating every ounce of your privacy, he despises himself for listening. He can hear you through the thin walls, how you hum along to music, even the sounds of you brushing your teeth and spitting out the paste sounds intimate to him. It’s as if you’re letting him in even without your consent. When he senses you shifting in bed and falling to sleep, it takes him a few moments to actually leave. There was a thought of opening your window, his hands moving to slide the glass before closing it again.

He lingers closer than he should. When you lean across his desk, he leans forward too with his chin resting on his hands. When you help him across the street, he doesn’t need your hand, but he holds it anyway. His thumbs brush your palm, he even has the nerve to draw circles on the skin. He doesn’t let go right away, it’s like he’s waiting for you to do it yourself. Matt feels the tiny hair on your skin stand up; goosebumps.

Your heartbeat becomes his favorite sound. It’s like a melody on its own. It changes when you’re flustered, when you laugh, when you’re tired. He thinks he is so slick with it, but Foggy comments that everyone can tell he has the hots for you and tells his friend to just go for it. Still, Matt is drowned in guilt. How many men did he beat bloody for stalking a woman down the streets thinking they could just have their way with her. He is the very man he never wanted to be. But he won’t touch you, won’t say anything, he will just be there…he won’t give into his urges.

And yes as creepy as it sounds, Matt knows your cycle like an open book. Any man would be repulsed knowing such details, but Matt is one sick man. He smells the metallic blood and it makes his cock throb against his pants. He has to excuse himself with a stiff smile. It’s worse, so much worse when you are ovulating. He feels like a man in heat. He wants to rip away your clothes, have you right there on his office floor, imagining how you would sound moaning and begging for his touch. You would love that wouldn’t you.

His breaking point comes unexpectedly to you. Though it’s been building up in him for so long. Once overcome with guilt and while it lingers, he feels a sense of frenzy. There is a bile stuck at his throat he can’t seem to swallow. Matt will have you, selfish it sounds. Because he wouldn’t know what to do if another were to take your attention. You’ll turn around and find yourself cornered by none other than Matt. His mouth is on yours as he hastily removes your clothes, and you hear something tearing as he tugs at it roughly. He whispers to your lips if you know what you have been doing to him, but he doesn't let you respond. As he drops to his knees, his mouth on your clit.

Luke Cage AKA Power Man

Luke is the last man you would ever suspect to be a man with nefarious intentions. And truthfully Luke has always been a good friend, a man you can trust, to go to whenever trouble stirs. The things you have told him, things you couldn’t tell anyone else. You thought the world of him, surely there is no way he could ever think the same about you. But you lay unaware that Luke sleeps and wakes with you consuming his every thought. 

Luke always offers to walk you home, no matter how busy he is and how could you refuse his offer. Out of courtesy, you invite him to your apartment, times Luke refuses. But times he accepts, coming inside your apartment as you try to make him feel welcome. And when it’s so late, it only makes sense to offer the couch for him to sleep on and how could Luke ever pass on this offer. You think it’s reassuring to have him there, you feel safe. However, you swear at night, at dusk, you hear your bedroom door creak open and footsteps squeaking on the wood floors, before the door gently closes again.

You’re not aware of how much every move you take is torturing him. Every time you gaze into him with those eyes of yours, it’s taking every might from Luke not to just take you right here and there. Sometimes, he places a guiding hand on your back when you walk side by side, and it lingers there more than it should or when his hands reach for your waist to catch you as you stumble or to move you aside; Luke finds himself squeezing a bit too firmly. He has to tell himself to let you go, otherwise he will do something he will regret, clenching his fists when he releases you. 

Why must you be so trusting. Luke at times wonders. Knowing he is in your very living room as you change clothes so carelessly in the other room,and worse, having the door a few inches open. But you never did worry. After all, what a good friend he has been. That you don’t notice the way his head shifts to allow his eyes to linger at the mirror’s reflection you have in your room. 

When he’s at your apartment, whether it’s just to keep you company or to offer to check on a pipe or a shelf you have been complaining about needing to be fixed and Luke of course could not deny you. When you’re not looking, Luke knows it’s wrong, hell it’s disgusting in so many ways, but he finds your underwear drawer and takes one or two with him. He feels like some perverted teenage boy. And he is definitely not happy with himself, he knows the kind of man he is and what he is doing. 

Once during a night out with friends when you were drunk, too drunk, you called Luke. He picked you up and while he didn’t give you a lecture, a sigh of exasperation told you he was disappointed. After all, didn’t you realize the danger you were in. He took you to his place instead, since it was more near and carried you to his bed. As he laid you on the mattress, the straps of your dress slid down your shoulders and your tits were in full view. Luke felt his hands reach for them before his moral conscience seeped in, his fingers hovering an inch over your nips before pulling them back. He left the room, he had no choice, a second longer would have pushed him over the edge. 

There are days where Luke needs you at night, particularly rough nights. He shows up at your door, knowing you will never turn him away. You look so beautiful in your nightwear as you sit close to him asking him what's wrong. He can’t resist letting a finger run down your face, caressing it and you don’t push him away. Not even when his other hand traces up your thighs as you console him. 

Luke knows he can’t keep going like this, he won’t be able to hold himself back. Unless he gets out of your life and Luke considers it, it would be the best for you. But when he sees your name pop up on his phone, how he could he decline your call. When he walks by your apartment, he must see you. It's embedded. A habit. So can you blame him when he finally has enough. He feels your face getting warmer against his skin as his lips press against yours, his hands moving down your body, and when his hand reaches between your legs, he can feel the dampness. To think he was holding back when you wanted him all along.

[hollyleafheart]

I love reading all of your Danny stuff! He’s my favorite. I would love to see Danny x an artist reader (either gender neutral or masc pref!) if you’re open for requests

Sketches

Danny Rand x gn!artist!reader

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The rooftop was quiet. Just the hum of the city below and the rhythmic scratch of your pencil on paper. You came up here to sketch when your apartment felt too claustrophobic and the streets too loud.

You didn’t expect anyone to join you, but Danny had a habit of appearing like he was part of the silence itself.

“You always draw in the same spot,” he said, voice low and even. You didn’t flinch. He had a way of announcing himself without sound, like his energy arrived before his words did.

You glanced up from your sketchpad. “You always sneak up on me.”

“I’m not sneaking. I walk with purpose,” he said with a small smile as he sat cross-legged beside you. “You draw with purpose.”

You looked at him fully then, noticing the way the city lights bounced off his golden hair, the calm steadiness in his eyes. He didn’t look at your sketchbook like someone nosy or trying to be polite, he looked like he saw something real in it.

"Can I see?" he asked softly.

You nodded, handing the pad over. He accepted it like it was something sacred, flipping slowly through pages of half-formed ideas and sprawling motion studies.

“Do you draw?” you asked.

“No,” he said thoughtfully. “But I meditate. I think we both try to catch stillness.”

That landed in your chest heavier than expected.

Danny handed back your sketchbook with gentle hands. “You draw motion like someone who’s seen it too fast. Like you’re trying to slow it down.”

You swallowed. “Guess you’d know something about that, huh? Mr. Kung-Fu Lightning Fist.”

A small, amused sound left him. “Very funny.”

You laughed softly, nudging his arm with your elbow. “You ever want me to draw you?”

He didn’t answer right away, eyes on the skyline.

“If you do, just draw what you feel. Not what you think a hero’s supposed to look like.”

That made you pause. Then you nodded. “Deal.”

You opened a new page and began sketching his silhouette against the stars - still, balanced, grounded even when surrounded by chaos.

The city kept humming beneath you as your pencil moved. Slow, deliberate lines pulling him from the page. You didn’t rush it. Drawing Danny meant catching more than his posture or the way his clothes hung on his frame. It was about capturing the stillness beneath all that quiet power. The ease he carried in his breath.

Eventually, you leaned back, stretching your arms with a yawn. “Done.”

He looked over as you turned the sketchpad around to show him.

It wasn’t perfect, just a simple sketch, but it was true. You’d drawn him sitting just like he was now, legs folded in a meditative pose, but his eyes were closed, surrounded by a faint aura of golden energy. Like he was at peace with the universe, or at least trying to be.

Danny blinked at the drawing, his mouth parting slightly. “Whoa.”

You chuckled. “What, too dramatic? I can redraw it with, like… kung fu action lines and a giant punch or something.”

“No,” he said quickly. Then, softer. “No. It’s... good. It's me. The way you see me. I don’t think anyone’s ever really seen me like that before.”

There was something different in his voice now, something less like monk-calm and more like nervous curiosity.

“I like seeing myself through your eyes,” he said, gaze lingering on the drawing. Then he turned his head, looked right at you. “I think I’d like to see more of what you see. Of you.”

Your brows rose a little. “You asking me out, Danny?”

His heartrace quickened, his cheeks tinted the faintest pink. “I was trying to be poetic about it.”

You grinned. “You really don’t need to be. A simple ‘wanna grab noodles sometime?’ works fine.”

Danny’s smile eased into something warmer. “Okay. Then… wanna grab noodles sometime?”

You closed your sketchbook with a satisfied thump. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He stood and offered you his hand, like a martial artist offering you a place in his rhythm.

You took it.

[hollyleafheart]

Gimme more Danny I miss the zen cutie

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This made my day 😂😂 Okay! Since you asked nicely and paid appropriately, here it goes.

Danny Rand with a speedster girlfriend

Danny is a chill guy. Steady, kind and practically a walking fortune cookie.

And you are, well, quite the opposite.

You speak a mile a minute, probably halfway through three thoughts at once, while bouncing on the walls.

A speedster would be like a whirlwind to him, but

You have a lot of energy and the need to be always in movement so when you are bored you challenge youself.

Nick Fury is not amused.

Stealling Nova's helmet without him noticing.

Running to Japan and coming back before Danny finishes his tea.

Putting googly eyes on all the security cameras in the Triskelion.

Danny would use it in his favor, gently challenging youto slow down, breathe and reflect - which works for exactly twenty seconds.

The first time he asked you out was after training, when you were not going so fast as usual.

You were sitting on the corner, drinking water, when Danny sat by your side.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked and stayed silent.

You look at him, surprised. "You mean, like a date date? Not like a 'let's meditate and stare into a candle together' kid of hangout?"

He nods, smirking softly. "Like a date date."

You needed a second to process the information: Danny Rand had just asked you out!!!

You tackled him in a hug, knocking him backward. "YES! YES! I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!!"

He just lied on the floor, totaly unfazed, looking up at you like 'this is my life now' and loving every second of it.

Since then you added some chaos to his life.

Danny meditates at dawn. You? Bursts in at exactly 6:01 every morning like:

"Good morning, sunshine! Time to chi the heck out of this day!"

After one week of dating, Danny started to carry bandages with him. Why?

Because you always ruised yourself doing stupid things like racing buses or worse trains.

He doesn't even sigh anymore. He just lifts up your ankle, saying "try not to break any vital bones today."

You salute. Then break two fingers later by accident.

If you ever get overwhelmed or have a breakdown from too much speed, noise or guilt, you always go to Danny because he's the best to ground you.

He pulls you close, rests his hand on your back and breathes slowly, instructing you to do the same.

It works every time.

And then you go back to your normal self.

In the end you balance each other beautifully.

You teach him how to be spountaneous and he teaches you to slow down.

In battlefield you fight in sync, moving like two halves of a whole.

Despite your differences, you're completely in tune where it matters.

[hollyleafheart]

You have a symbiote

Fandom: USM

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USM x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

Peter would likely be shocked, concerned, and a bit jealous (since he's had experience with the Venom symbiote).

He'd want to know how you got the symbiote, if you're in control, and if it's affecting your behavior.

Having experienced the Venom symbiote's corrupting influence firsthand, he'd worry that the symbiote could take control of you, leading to unpredictable and potentially disastrous consequences.

Peter would want to help you find a way to safely remove the symbiote or learn to control it.

Iron Fist (Danny Rand)

Danny, being a mystical warrior, might approach the situation with a mix of curiosity and caution.

He'd likely ask questions about the symbiote's origins, its connection to you, and whether it's imbuing you with any dark energy.

He'd recognize the potential power and danger that comes with hosting a symbiote.

Power Man (Luke Cage)

Luke would probably be straightforward and practical.

He'd ask if the symbiote is giving you any enhanced abilities, if you're feeling okay, and if you need help controlling it.

He'd ask questions like: "What can it do?" "Can you control it?" "Is it a threat to us or others?"

Luke would want to ensure that you're safe and that the symbiote isn't putting anyone else in harm's way.

Nova (Sam Alexander)

Sam, being a bit of a goofball, might react with excitement and curiosity.

He'd likely ask a ton of questions about the symbiote's powers.

He asked you once if you could fly with it, and got a bit disappointed when you said no.

White Tiger (Ava Ayala)

Ava, with her mystical heritage and experience with magical artifacts, might be more intuitive about the symbiote's nature.

She'd likely ask about your emotional connection to the symbiote.

She wants to be sure if you're feeling any dark influences, and if you need help balancing your energies.

[hollyleafheart]

Being Danny Rand's queen would include...

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Danny Rand x fem!reader

Since this post, I can't stop thinking about marrying Danny Rand and living a peaceful life with him!!!

Warnings: fluff (is that even a warning?)

Inspiration song: Love me like you do by Ellie Goulding

After long years working as superheroes and arduously protecting the world, both of you decided to finally retire and get married.

You wanted to live the rest of your lives as a normal couple before you were too old to do so.

You'd move to Kun Lun and have your marriage there, and you'd be officially named as his queen.

Danny would treat you so right and spoil you so much.

You saw something you like on a store? He's buying it, no questions asked.

Everytime he'd have his king duties to fulfill you'd go with him bc you want to be aware of everything that is happening, Kun Lun is your kingdom too after all.

At least once a year you and the old team meet again, be it on New York or Kun Lun, you always find a way to make this meeting happen.

Kun Lun is a land of peace, so you'd hardly get into a real fight but you'd regularly train together to don't get rusty.

You'd meditate together, have calm walks on the courtyards of the castle, just appreciating the peaceful enviroment the kingdom provides and later you'd watch the sunset together from the balcony of your room.

If you were cold he'd hug you to keep you warm.

Talking about hugs, he loves to hug you in every way possible.

If he's hugging you in the regular way he'll kiss your forehead and lay his chin on top of your head - you can bet you'll stay that way for a long time.

If he's hugging you from the side he'll kiss your cheek or temple - this one is more for farewells.

If he's hugging you from behind he'll trace kisses along your neck and jaw - which normally leads to you going to bed (¬‿¬).

It's in nights like that you'd stay awake 'till late night, still naked and cuddling on your shared bed, talking about anything.

You'd talk about the old days at SHIELD, when you were younger and excited to enter your next fight to once again save the day.

You'd talk about your childhoods, even tho you already shared most of your memories you always still have something to tell, be it a new story or one you already told but never get tired of.

You'd talk about having kids in the future, he doesn't mind if the kid is a boy or a girl bc the only thing that matters to him is that you'll be building this future with him.

He'd caress your face 'till you fall asleep, and he'd watch you sleep, admiring your features, 'till he couldn't fight his own tiredness.

And with a smile on his face he'd finally allow himself to rest, happy that you were the last thing he saw that night and the first he'd see the next day.