#maya lopez fanfiction

[hexogenic]

MAYA LOPEZ headcanons.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: beefy pro fighter maya my beloved

maya lopez x reader ; is your girlfriend a puppy or a brawler? yes.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit smut, afab language, anal play, choking, spanking, strap-ons, rough sex, one single mention of blood.

watching maya in the ring gets you hot. especially when she’s fighting men and they can’t hold their own against her. she’s faster, anticipates better, hits harder, bounces back quicker. first time she invited you to a fight you worried you wouldn’t like seeing her get hit, but that fear dissolved when she took a mean cross to the jaw and found you in the crowd, flashed you a bloody grin, and pummeled her opponent into submission with heavy-handed blow after blow before the first round was up. when you kissed her in the locker room after the fight she tasted a little bit like blood even though she’d already cleaned up, but you didn’t mind. you kind of liked it. then she used her prize money to take you out to dinner where she touched you under the table while she ate steak tips and drank beer and you were left to grip your drink until your knuckles went white and every muscle in your body tensed. 

nowadays you’re front row at all of her fights with her leather jacket draped over your shoulders to keep it warm for her and so everyone knows exactly who you’re there for. who you belong to. 

tight hugs when she comes home from the gym in muscle shirts, nuzzling into a big bicep because it’s warm and hard and you’re never safer than when you’re wrapped up in her. kissing on her arm because you don’t want to pull away to free your hands to speak and you don’t think she wants to either and you like that her skin tastes a little like sweat and you really like how she flexes as soon as your mouth touches her.

it’s always the arms. reaching for her in bed at night, curling your hands around her arm, pulling it against your chest and snuggling it like you would a teddy bear while she snores softly at your side. tugging her arm around your shoulders while standing in line at the supermarket. digging your nails into her forearms when she plants her hands on either side of your head and looms over you with a presence as intimidating as it is dead fucking sexy. telling her she should get tattoos because she’s got the arms for it. she’s not big on pda but she doesn’t mind you hanging onto her arm in public because it makes her feel like you’re never going to leave her and as independent as she is you know she lusts after the loyalty she inspires in you.

when she hangs out topless in boxers at home you’re always ready to fucking fold. when she cooks in training shorts and a sports bra you like to sit and watch, following the ebb and flow of thick muscle beneath her skin as she moves through the kitchen and pretends not to notice how heavy your eyes are on her. when she works out in cropped tanks it’s hard not to drool and you get stuck between wanting to drop to your knees and worship her abs with your tongue and wanting to get pinned down and rendered helpless by her big strong arms.

sometimes you wake up in the morning to maya doing pushups on the floor beside the bed. you roll over to the edge and prop your chin on your hands and watch with a dreamy little smile on your face. when she’s done you drag her into the shower and throw yourself at her under the spray of hot water.

other times you wake up to maya doing pullups on the bar you installed in the doorjamb. sometimes on those days you’ll roll onto your back and prop your legs open and stroke yourself through your underwear while you watch her muscles bulge and flex, pausing to tell her, “ten more,” before going back to playing with your cunt. getting yourself ready for her while you watch her smirk and power through the last of her reps. by the time she’s done and crawling back into bed with you her chest is heaving and her skin is warm to the touch and when you take a fistful of her shirt and pull her down on top of you she’s heavy and solid and her hips fit so well between your legs.

bear hugs. her big muscly arms draped around your neck, your face nuzzled against her throat. her hands on your legs while you lay on the couch with a movie on in the background. her fingers working the knots from your back after a long day, pressing your skin, stroking your muscles like she can convince them to ease up and stay that way if only she touches you in the perfect spot. coming up behind you while you’re cooking and draping herself over your back, arms over your shoulders, cheek pressed to the side of your head as she rests her weight on you and you can’t even be annoyed about the fact that it’s very hard to cook with a big brawler putting all her weight on you because you love when she gets clingy. you set down the spatula and sign, “puppy,” because you know she’s watching your hands and it’ll make her roll her eyes and grin and because she really does act like a big lapdog sometimes and she knows it. 

wearing her shirts. her hoodies. they’re big on you but you like that, and you like that they smell like her, like she’s right there with you instead of working late. when she works late and you’re bored and lonely you’ll text her nonsensical strings of emojis, or you’ll tell her about whatever garbage television you’re watching in her absence. she’ll usually text back within minutes, always making sure you know you’re as much a priority as her job is. on the rare occasions when she doesn’t text back quickly, you’re not above playing the teasing game. pulling on one of her zip-up sweatshirts with nothing on underneath and sending her a selfie. stripping down and slipping into a pair of her boxers and posing for a picture in front of the standing mirror in her bedroom. her responses rarely betray how much she truly enjoys pictures like those, but an i’ll deal with you when i get home or a behave yourself from maya is the equivalent of a heart-eyes emoji from anyone else. and she does always deal with you when she gets home (and you rarely ever behave), though ‘dealing with you’ can mean anything from eating you out on the couch until you’re trembling and teary and too sensitive to take any more to throwing you over her lap, spanking you red and raw, and slipping her favorite little plug into your ass. 

maya likes to lounge. likes to kick back and sit with her knees propped open wide, likes you on her lap where you can see her and she can see you. claims it’s better even than the view of you bent over with an arch in your back because it’s all in the eyes. so she claims. but you’re fairly certain she just likes you on her lap so she can talk dirty to you. so you’re ready for it when she drops onto the couch and pulls you down to straddle her lap. “you look good,” she’ll say, hands moving slowly, deliberately, because she knows you hate waiting and she loves drawing out the teasing. “like you were made to be on top of me.” and you’ll start to blush, which she loves, too, and she’ll reach up and brush your rosy cheeks with her thumbs to draw attention to your bashfulness. meantime she’s just smiling that little secret half-smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she gazes up at you through her lashes. “i want to watch you ride me,” she'll tell you, or, “let me sit back and watch you bounce on my dick,” or, “show me how you ride my cock.” doesn’t matter what she says, you’ll do whatever the fuck she wants.

win or lose (though maya has five wins for every loss) you’re her favorite prize, the one she can always count on. she’s indulgent after wins, likes dragging you into the locker room and sweet talking you into stripping down and joining her in the shower. she’ll soap you up until your skin’s all slippery and warm and then she’ll touch you for what feels like hours: coasting her hands down your back, taking handfuls of your ass, pulling you in until your hips are notched against hers, until you’re anchored to each other and nothing in the world could force you apart. she likes how you feel against her, your slick heat on her thigh always warmer even than the hot water, your nipples rubbing against her chest. she’ll kiss you nice and slow, she’ll suck your tongue into her mouth, will touch every inch of your body she can reach, reacquainting herself with how you feel when you’re laid bare for her. when she touches you between your legs where you need it most it’s all gentle, unrelenting pressure, and it’s all so soft. fighting’s her outlet, you’re her reward, and she treats you like you’re priceless. 

it’s different after a loss. when things don’t go her way in the ring she won’t bother with a shower, she’ll just grab her bag and then grab you and take you home. sometimes you don’t even make it to the bedroom before her aggression surfaces and she bends you over the kitchen counter, the dining table, or presses you up against the wall in the hallway and yanks your pants down and forces a knee between your thighs so she can rut against you, fucking you into a hard surface because there’s nowhere else to put her frustration and she knows you like to take it. when she loses, round two is you on your knees with her leg over your shoulder and a hand in your hair, holding you steady while she uses you to get off. fucks herself on your face, rubs her cunt against your mouth and nose while you do your best to keep up with your tongue without losing your breath. round three is you on your back, legs hooked around her waist, pussy stretched around her favorite strap while she pounds into you, fucks you open, one hand wrapped around your throat so she can feel every last little sound you make.

win or lose, you love her. you’d be crazy not to.

[mebemilena]

Kiss it better

A/N: i'm writting one more for Maya's worst student. I had do edit because i noticed i somehow didn't paste the whole text from my email drafts. It was late at nigt, so i might have clicled something i shouldt. Anyway, thank you so much for reading me.

Summary: you woke up with a terrible pain in your neck and Maya offers to help. Funny thing is that her offer includes more than just a massage.

"Ouch.. my neck is killing me.", you texted Maya, rubbing the back of your neck. It was almost midday and you knew she'd be busy working or preparing her lunch, but of course she'd reply at some point. 

You were relaxing in bed when the buzzing of your phone made you turn to your side as you read her message. A few minutes of chit-chat followed by a sting on the left side of your neck again and you complained once more, rubbing it a little harder this time..

"I can help you. I'm pretty good with my hands.", you read on your phone screen and tried not to make a joke about it, but she was the one sending a suggestive emoji. You've been flirting playfully for a while but those were just you two fooling around, trying to make the other embarrassed. 

This felt a little different though. There was something about it.

Like you had nothing to lose, you accepted her offer and Maya came over an hour after that, just enough time to get her things done and buy you some treats. "Bananas are good for your muscles.", she signed when you gave her a questioning look as she handed you a bag with a few fruits.

You walked her to your room, showing her a few new things around the house. A picture of your��cat, a shirt your mother had sent you, the cookies you had baked earlier. For the first time in a long while being alone with Maya was making you feel a little anxious. 

Once in your room, Maya opened her backpack and showed you a small green plastic bottle. "It's one of those lotions for sore muscles. Like those for athletes.", she explained without you asking and you just nodded. "Understand?", she asked.

You could only understand a few signs. "Kind of. What is it?", you asked, signing too slow for your own liking.

Maya was being extra patient today. "It's for your pain.", she explained, spelling the word pain at the end and you finally understood. 

She took a chair closer to your bed and told you to sit down. You obeyed and just then you noticed your height difference while you were sitting and she was standing.

As she moved around you noticed she was cleaning her hands with a small towel. "They sweat a lot.", she explained without you asking again, as if she could read your mind.

Maya walked to you and smiled, ready to start. You put your hair up. "Can you take your shirt off?", she signed and you made a face. "Sorry.", you apologized for not understanding. "Shirt off.", she signed, simplifying it for you. 

There were times you felt terrible for not studying more. Maya was a great teacher and she became a great friend. You felt like you were putting her down and it was frustrating how she'd try so hard to communicate while you were lacking vocabulary. You probably missed a lot of what she said sometimes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed her staring at you, puzzled if you understood the request or not. You nodded, finally giving her an answer. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to act the most normal possible, taking your shirt off and instantly holding it to cover your chest. 

"It hurts here. I think it hurt when sleep.", you signed, trying your best to hold your shirt between your forearms and chest.

"We'll fix it. Try to relax, i told you i'm good with my hands.", Maya signed to you before applying some lotion on her hands. Your breathing got a little heavier as she walked behind you. 

Her hands were indeed skilled of course. She placed them on your shoulders and started applying pressure there, her thumbs rubbing circles on your flesh. You closed your eyes and let yourself lean into her touch.

After a while, Maya tapped on your shoulder. "Your muscles are tight. This might be due to stress.", she told you. "S-T-R-E-S-S", she spelled to you.

"Oh, makes sense. I have hard week work.", you told her.

While Maya pressed the knots on your shoulders, you hummed, too focused on the feeling of her warm hands. 

She tapped your shoulder again, lighter this time. "Are you speaking? I can feel your throat. Is it too much?", she asked. 

"no, it's fine. I like it", you signed, sticking to simple replies. 

Maya touched the back of your neck with one hand, her thumb massaging one side as her other fingers massaged the other side, like a claw. A very skilled claw that was making you lose yourself in a pool of relaxation, even though there was that soft stretchy pain.

Maya tapped lightly on your chin this time, waking you up from the transe. "Do you know what makes everything better?", she asked, kneeling in front of you, her eyes on you the whole time. 

"what?", you asked, ever so eloquently.

"Kisses.", she signed slowly. "Kisses heal everything.", she told you and you stopped breathing  when the tip of her nose slowly touched yours.

Maya gave you the space and time to move away if you'd like. She kissed the tip of your nose and walked back to her spot behind you.

You felt her lips on your nape and a small moan escaped you. Maya left open mouthed kisses on the side of your neck and up to your jaw, one of her hands  held your chin up and the other was stuck to your shoulder.  You held the urge to moan louder and closed your legs a little tighter, the pressure slowly building up in your belly. Since when were you that sensitive?

She kept kissing her way to the corner of your mouth, where she stopped. You held your breath and waited for a kiss full on the lips, but that never came.

You opened your eyes and saw her getting her stuff back on her backpack, cleaning her hands on that small towel again like nothing had happened. Your brain took a whole minute to process it all and registered that the pain in your neck had indeed got better.

You waved your hands, trying to catch her attention. "I think my legs hurt too." you tried and the blush on your face was not unnoticed.

Maya walked back to you, kneeling in front of you again, her hands on your thighs now.  "I can take care of that too.", she signed, a playful smile on her lips.

[webtrinsic1122]

ECHO SPOILERS:

Maya pulling her prosthetic leg back so when it shift backs into place it kicks Matt in the face has to be the best fight choreography I’ve ever seen in my life.

[olsenmyolsen]

The Farmer's Daughter

(A WandaNat Story)

New Chapter Every Friday

AU

The Synopsis and Cast of Characters

Chapter One: A Piece of Paper

Chapter Two: A Place To Work and A Place To Live

Chapter Three: Meeting Wanda Maximoff

Chapter Four: The Farmer's Daughter

Chapter Five: Getting It Together

Chapter Six: A Nightmare

Chapter Seven: Okay

Chapter Eight: Back to Work

Chapter Nine: Feelings

Chapter Ten: Pie Baking While Hungover

Chapter Eleven: A Weekend Away Pt. 1 - Pictures

Chapter Twelve: A Weekend Away Pt. 2 - Black and Bruised

Chapter Thirteen: For You

Chapter Fourteen: Someone's Ticklish

Chapter Fifteen: Long Distance Calls

Chapter Sixteen: Your Brother is a Bother...

Chapter Seventeen: ...But There's Karaoke

Chapter Eighteen: The Silence

Chapter Nineteen: Under The Stars at The Bartons

Chapter Twenty: Eavesdropping Before Breakfast

Future Chapters Coming Soon...

[skylarkblue]

Title: Reunited Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Echo, Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairing: Maya Lopez & Bonnie Rating: G Word Count: 1,242 Warnings: None

Summary: 

Maya sits around the fire with Biscuits and Bonnie, catching up on twenty long years apart.

Read on AO3 here!

[arctimon]

The "Echo" Chamber - Another Marvel/BH6 Character Discussion

So for those of you who may not be in the know, Echo is dropping on Disney+ today. Now, a lot of people have varying amounts of Marvel Fatigue and may not be interested in this series, but I will actually be super interested in how they handle the protagonist herself.

Because you see, I'm a big fan of Maya Lopez.

Not necessarily the MCU one...

But the comic one.

So here's a little backstory into the superhero known as Echo.

One of her defining characteristics (whether it's a good thing or not) is that she is one of the few deaf characters in Marvel comics. What she lacks in hearing she more than makes up for in her fighting abilities, as she has the same ability as Taskmaster: to replicate any movement or action perfectly while only seeing it once. With that, she's one of the best fighters in the entire Marvel universe.

Her father worked for Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, and after being in his employ for a long time, Fisk kills him. William makes him promise to take care of her daughter, which he does. After shooting him, Maya finds him, but not before leaving the trademark handprint of his blood on her face.

Fisk would take Maya in, sender her off to a gifted school, and trained her with her skills. He would later convince her that Matt Murdock (Daredevil) was the one who killed her father. After several issues in the 1999 run of Daredevil, secrets would be revealed, and Maya would blind Fisk by shooting out both of his eyes.

And you though my version of Kate was crazy.

After going on a personal quest to find herself, Maya would later get recruited into the New Avengers on the recommendation of Matt. She used the guise of Ronon (a former alias of Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye). Over the years, she played a central part in the New Avengers run and the events World War Hulk and Secret Invasion, being one of the first to discover that Jessica Drew was a Skrull.

Later, she moved to LA and went undercover before having to blow said cover to save Moon Knight. They teamed up together to take down the Kingpin of LA, but not before she was killed by Count Nefaria.

Of course, we know that being dead means literally nothing in the Marvel universe, and she shows up alive and well taking down another attempt of a villain taking over NYC.

For a while, Maya was out of action, not appearing in comics for almost five years.

And then?

Well.

And then entered the Phoenix.

"Enter The Phoenix" was a story arc in the 2018 Avengers run that saw heroes and villains alike in a "competition" to see who would wield the power of the Phoenix. I put that in quotes because it wasn't really much of a battle; the Avengers figured out there were other things going on.

But it didn't really matter in the end because guess who ended up with the power of the Phoenix?

Well it wouldn't be much of a Echo write-up if she didn't get it, now would it?

Alas, she wouldn't have the powers for long. After a less-than-well received mini-series (Echo: Phoenix Song), she helped the Avengers with the Multiversal Masters of Evil and the Council of Red. She used up the power to help heal the verses destroyed by the God Quarry.

And...that's kind of where we're at with her.

(Also, I know there were about twenty words and phrases that may not make any sense whatsoever, so you might want to take up the opportunity to read her comic before proceeding.)

Now I know what you're saying. "Jason, how on Earth are you going to make this about Big Hero 6? We already know you didn't think of her when you wrote that blog post about other potential team members you were thinking about."

...True.

But Riri, Nadia, America, Alison, and Cindy were not the only people that were considered.

They were just the only ones who got logos.

A Cheyenne deaf teenage girl with super memory powers and an ability to kick your butt sixty ways to San Fransokyo? Not to mention a (varying level of) permanent handprint on her face? You bet your patootie that she was on that list.

The problem, as many of the previous people were, was a way to integrate them into the mythos. Her main adversaries (Daredevil and Kingpin) are nowhere to be seen. Fisk is a NY guy too; unless he finds his way to SF for some reason, he wouldn't fit that well.

You'd have to find some other way to get her in. Who do we know that is a superb fighter that can also swordplay.

They also would probably be equally ruthless and not afraid of having to do what it take to achieve their goal.

...Oh.

Oh dear.

How about the daughter of a kingpin?

(Marvel's Echo airs all five episodes tonight on Disney+.)

[mochminnie]

Distraction | Echo MCU | Henry ‘Black Crow’ Lopez

Characters/Aesthetic Boards

Pairing: Henry "Black Crow" Lopez x Erika "Vixen" Montes

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 Hero Codename/Alias: Vixen

Languages: English, Tagalog, American Sign Language

Age: 25

Allies: Avengers, Shield, Kate Bishop (Best Friend), Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Maya Lopez, Bonnie, Biscuits, Yelena, The Defenders, She Hulk, Kamala Khan, Spiderman (Peter Parker But everyone forgot he existed).

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲."

Personality: Upon first meeting her she can be very quiet and respectable, be grounded trying not to scare anyone off despite her being a social butterfly and energetic, Doesn't care about people's past and believes can change for the better, the peacemaker, she doesn't have a hard time making friends. Sometimes very talkative which makes sense Kate Bishop and Erika Montes to became close friends, She would ramble at times. and Likes to party with her friends she makes along the way, which makes her a great party host, with a good sense of humor, Can be serious when she needs to be she never left her free spirited nature behind, Compassionate,  Sensitive, Courageous, having a sense of adventure, Trying new things, Polite, Loyal, Honest, She tends to sugar coat things, Creative, Quick-witted, Yet is very Sassy, Strong Willed, Hardworking, Passionate, A natural flirt, Protective. Stubborn towards her sister and her friend Denny. She is much forgiving than Stacey but something the Montes sisters have is their rage when they're angry.

Appearance: Long Wavy Brown Straight Cut Styled Hair (Unlayered) Hair with Curtain Bangs, She likes to switch up her hair.  Short 5'1, Plus Sized/ Curvy Body Type, Brown Eyes tanned/olive skin.  Style: Sensual, Feminine, with a mix of Edge, can be versatile. Can be colored like pastel. Black and Red are her main colors in her closet. When she's at the Roller Rink she can't help but dress up  very 90's-2000's inspired. That wears more makeup than her older sister.

Powers/Abilities: 

Main Powers: Telekinesis, Empathy, Telepathy, Premonition (Seeing the past and Future), Memory Powers, 

Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Durability and Endurance, Enhanced Reflexes, Healing (Erika and Stacey can heal their own wounds), Reading People like a book and reading really fast, Telekinesis, Levitation, Reading Minds and Mind Communication, Empathy, Memory sharing/reading/sensing , Sensing Danger, Magic, Elemental

Multilingualism- English, Tagalog, American Sign Language and other languages, Reading Lips, Great Observer, Spy, Hacking,Computer Skills, Tracking, Marksman,Tactician Combat and Martial Artist, Flexibility, Acrobatics, Weapons, Escape Artist, Roller/Ice Skate

Erika ice skate since she was a kid.  That she naturally knows how to roller skate. She is also Hard of Hearing and wears red or black hearing aids and there are decorated.  

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳 Age: 45

Black Crow's Skatelife, Fisk Shipping

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝟒𝟓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐲 "𝐀𝐭𝐞" (𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫) 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 Hero Codename/Alias: Fiery Phoenix

Languages: Tagalog, English, American Sign Language

Age: 28 (33 Originally but was Blipped/Snapped) 

Allies: Avengers, Shield, The Defenders

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞! "

Personality: Very Blunt and direct, She is the caretaker/babysitter since their mother is busy being a hero. Making some sacrifices growing up while not having a father present. She's courageous and Erika got that from her. Practical, Focused, Organized and Logical. Who holds grudges, Sarcastic, who has a temper deep down she's caring, and loves being a hero. She knows her purpose, Quick-witted

Appearance: Average height 5'5, Long brown hair, brown eyes, Stacey have much straighter hair than Erika but she would curl her to have a much wavy look, With a bit layered hair. She would have her hair mostly down.  Style: Sophisticated, Old Money, Classy, Professional Style, Formal yet sexy, much more sportier and comfy than Erika's. Stacey have a much softer, close to no makeup makeup look. 

Powers/Abilities: Enhanced Strength

Main Powers: Elemental Powers, Time powers (freezing things and people. Control how fast and slow people go)

Powers/Abilities:  Enhanced Durability and Endurance, Enhanced Reflexes, Healing, Run really fast, Levitation, Reading Minds and Mind Communication, Memory sensing/reading/sharing Magic, Multilingualism- English, Tagalog, American Sign Language, Reading Lips and other Languages, Great Observer, Spy, Hacking, Computer Skills, Tracking, Marksman, Tactician Combat and Martial Artist, Flexibility, Acrobatics, Weapons, Escape Artist

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 "𝐊𝐮𝐲𝐚 (𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫) 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲"

Age: 28 (32 Blipped/Snapped) 

Languages: English, Tagalog 

Allies: The Avengers, Shield

"𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥!"

Personality: Dedicated into working as a hero, serious, doesn't trust street criminals, moody, Loyal towards the Montes sisters and those who have worked with him, is Friends and Family. also yet very sociable and charismatic. A jokester with Erika and treats her as a friend and little sister. Can be protective towards the Montes sisters since they are both the only family he got.

Appearance: Very classy, Think of James Bond, John Smith, and Dick Grayson's Nightwing (Which Nightwing got me inspired me to write a character like Denny) Very well dress but when it comes to training its athletic wear and comfortable.

Main Weapons/ Fighting Style: Eskrima & Staff Skills/Abilities: Expert Combat, Mix Martial Arts, Expert Tactician, Fast Reflexes, Expert Acrobatics, Master Marksman and weapons, Genius Level Intellect, Photographic Memory, Spy, Expert Escape Artist, Hacking, Tracking, Leadership skills 

𝐍𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

"𝐀𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐑. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞!!!"

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?"

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 "𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 & 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚?! 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧?!"

𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬  "𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?! 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫!!!"

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?!" 

Playlist

Count on You - Jordin Sparks & Big Time Rush

Don't hurt me  Desert me  Don't give up on me

Don't use me Take advantage of me  Make me sorry I ever counted on you

Dance for You - Beyoncé 

Loving you is really all that's on my mind And I can't help but to think about it day and night

Colors - Halsey

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams

Cuff it - Beyoncé (wetter remix) 

Hypersonic, sex erotic On my body, boy, you got it  Hit them 'draulics while I ride it  Got me actin' hella thotty So excited, so exotic I'm a seasoned professional

Squeeze it, don't let it go Tease it, no self-control I can see the love in your eyes Boy, I know you wanna squeeze it, don't lie Double-tap when I walk by, fuck a reply You wanna deep dive in it and I know why, full moon tonight Assume that it's high tide, baby, just get in the water with it Boy, it's waist-high, ain't no need in holdin' back

Not a Bad Thing - Justin Timberlake

I know people make promises all the time Then they turn right around and break them When someone cuts your heart open with a knife Now, you're bleedin' Don't you know that I could be that guy to heal it over time? And I won't stop until you believe it 'Cause baby, you're worth it So, don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me

Cater 2 U - Destiny's Child

Inspire me from the heart, can't nothin' tear us apart You're all I want in a man

I'm So Into You - SWV

You're so fine, so fine You blow my mind (Things you do) with the things you do to me (She sees) She's not blind, not blind She's not blind (things you do, things you do for me)  Things you do for me, all I know I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I don't know what I'm gonna do

Fantasy - Mariah Carey 

I get kinda hectic inside

Mmm, baby I'm so into you

Darling, if you only knew

All the things that flow through my mind But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby

When I close my eyes

You come and you take meIt's so deep in my daydreams

But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby

Love me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straightMy head spinning around I can't see clear no moreWhat are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

Heaven - Julie Michaels 

No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true They say, "All good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you

Somebody - D.O.

I want somebody somebody who loves me Even the darkest depths of my mind and the way I love Just as I am I want somebody somebody who loves me Even the shadows in my mind And the ways I express my love Somebody who'd understand them all

Saturn- SZA

If there's a point to losing love Repeating pain (why?)

Intrusive thoughts, they paralyze

Life's better on Saturn Got to break this pattern Of floating away Ooh (ooh, ooh)

Find something worth saving It's all for the taking I always say I'll be better on Saturn None of this matters Dreaming of Saturn, oh

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down?

It's only right that you should

Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully

To the sound of your loneliness

Like a heartbeat drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost

And what you had

You and Me - Lifehouse

I can't keep up, and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me

And all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

Adore You - Harry Styles

Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise) Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind) I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you somethin' Lately you've been on my mind

Genie In The Bottle - Christina Aguilera

If you wanna be with me Baby, there's a price to pay I'm a genie in a bottle You gotta rub me the right way If you wanna be with me I can make your wish come true You gotta make a big impression (oh yeah) Gotta like what you do I'm a genie in a bottle, baby Gotta rub me the right way, honey I'm a genie in a bottle, baby Come come, come on and let me out

Hey Daddy - Usher (Even though I said I would be using the nickname/pet name Daddy in this story. Just added this song for fun.) 

Is you say, "Daddy's home, daddy's home for me" And I know you've been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy's home (daddy's home) And it's time to play (so it's time to play) So you ain't got to give my loving away

Now We're Dust (Black Panther)  Thank U, Next Parody (Ariana Grande) - Azerrz

Thought I could defeat Thanos

But he's purple and big

And when he snapped his fingers

Everyone disappeared

First it was Bucky, Stacey, and Denny

Then all of my people

And then it was me

This guy's just evil

And then we lost Groot

I feel bad for rocket

He's just a raccoon

Who kept it solid

Thanos snapped his fingers and...

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Peter said he wasn't feeling good

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Peter said he

Wasn't feeling so good

Heard he said it to Tony

Thought he needed a sandwich

That boy's pretty boney

But it turned out he was fading too

That poor little dude

The infinity gauntlet

Has some powerful jewels

One controls time

One controls space

And one controls mind

That shit's amazing

Erika didn't saw this coming 

Thanos killed her mother 

 took the time stone from Dr. Strange (Strange)

 (He ripped out of vision)

 Erika and Wanda was crying, then she disappeared 

everyone dying

Erika's Mother Diane Montes portrayed by Lea Salonga

Erika's and Stacey's Father Richard Montes portrayed by Jon Jon Briones

Erika & Kate

🖤Superhero Besties🖤

Henry & Erika

Warning/Disclaimer: (Most Age Gap Tropes have 18 or 19 year olds as the protagonist and her Love interest is 10 years or older. This may be controversial with a huge 20 year age gap but, Erika in my story is age range 23-25 while Henry is 45. He is single. This won't be a type of Book where the older man will use baby, baby girl, or little girl nor does the younger woman will constantly will call her love interest Daddy)

Main Trope: Age Gap (Older Man/Younger Woman)

Sub Tropes: Superhero x Criminal (Street Mafia/Gang Member under Kingpin (Wilson Fisk), Forbidden Love, Ex enemies' Uncle, Interracial Relationship Indigenous/Filipino, Kidnapped, Different Worlds, Older Grumpish/Younger Sunshine 

Erika: Heroic Seductress (she knows who she wants. Erika doesn't care for age when it comes to someone older. What matters is that as long as there is No Cheating and that there are two consenting Adults (21+) in this Relationship.) Undercover/Spy Hero, Sunshine, Employee(temporally)

Henry: MCU UILF (Everyone's new favorite uncle that is so goddamn fine that you'd just wanna fuck without any sort of hesitation) Afraid to commit in a relationship..., Criminal Mafia/Gang Member, Dark Past Made Mistakes which does Fisk's Dirty Work, Bit of a Grump. stressing over Maya's doings, Boss (temporally)

What does Erika do? Get a Job at Black Crow's Skate Life.

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RULES FOR REQUESTING ━━━━━━━━★

What i will write:

One Shots

Headcanons

Angst

Fluff

Polyamorous relationships

What i won't write:

Male reader

Smut (for now)

Extreme violence descriptions

Gore

In case you want to request something that isn't in any of these lists, feel free to ask me beforehand!

WHO I WRITE FOR ━━━━━━━━━━━━★

Cobra Kai

Sam LaRusso, Tory Nichols, Aisha Robinson, Moon, Yasmine.

PLL: Original Sin

Imogen Adams, Tabby Haworthe, Faran Bryant, Noa Olivar, Minnie "Mouse" Honrada.

Scream

Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Anika Kayoko.

Teen Wolf

Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Erica Reyes.

Wolf Pack

Blake Navarro, Luna Briggs.

Glee

Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany S. Pierce.

Fate: The Winx Saga

Musa, Beatrix, Stella.

Marvel

Kate Bishop, America Chavez.

Legacies

Hope Mikaelson, Josie Saltzman.

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews, Jackie Taylor, Shauna Shipman, Natalie Scatorccio

Modern Family

Haley Dunphy, Alex Dunphy.

XO, Kitty

Kitty Covey, Yuri Han.

High School Musical: The Musical The Series

Nini Salazar-Roberts, Gina Porter, Ashlyn Caswell, Kourtney Greene, Maddox.

Other Characters

Evie Grimhilde (Descendants), Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo), Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus), Maya Hart (Girl Meets World), Isabelle Lightwood (Shadowhunters/TMI)

I basically write for all of the female characters that I wish to see more fanfiction for. In case you wonder if I would write about a character who's not on the list, feel free to send me an ask about it!

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defenseless.

rated e for explicit sexual content — 18+ — minors dni.

a/n: just a lil somethin' while i work on some other stuff. enjoy!

maya lopez x reader ; until you can beat her in a sparring bout, maya's going to keep taking what she wants from you.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, afab language, light degradation, light dubcon, choking, rough sex, semi-public sex, strap-ons.

You’re not restrained, but Maya’s weight is holding you down. Your hands are free, but one of hers is pinning your head to the mats. You can kick your legs, but it won’t do you any good; her knees are pressed outward between your thighs, holding your legs open, and you’re nowhere near as strong as she is.

You’re hers for the taking, but you like that.

And she likes how you go limp beneath her as soon as she ruts against your ass. Says it feels like she’s fucking the fight out of you, taking your power, turning you into something small and breakable and entirely hers.

You can last longer than almost anyone else at the gym against her in the ring, but the second she gets you on your belly it’s all over. It’s primal instinct, you think, to want to bend and offer when you’re down on the mats like that, but Maya doesn’t even give you enough room for it. She’s too busy laying herself across your back, holding your head down, pinning your hips to the ground over and over and over again with each rough thrust of her hips. And you can’t decide whether you love or hate how used and useful you feel beneath her. 

Clothed, unclothed. In the middle of the night or during a busy day. On the mats, in the ring, in the showers, over her bike in the parking lot. However she wants to take you, she does. Whenever she wants to, as often as she wants to…and you can’t stop her.

“Please hurry,” you tell her, dropping your hands into desperately clenched fists as soon as you’ve rushed through the words. 

Maya knows as well as you that there’s a kickboxing class in fifteen minutes and if she doesn’t pick up the pace you’ll be left to clean up whatever mess you make on the floor as the students arrive.

The only response you get is a frustrated exhale and the blunt head of her strap-on cock dragging through your wet slit as she reaches down with her free hand to guide it into your waiting hole. She sinks right in, bottoming out in an instant, like your pussy is sucking her in on its own, and the stretch is so fucking sweet. Her grip shifts from your head to your throat so she can feel any noises you make and so you’re less inclined to fight back because you know how easy it would be for her to steal your breath for good.

You want to look at her but with a hand around your throat and your cheek smushed against the mats there’s no good angle. You  miss her smirk and the little crease that forms between her brows when she’s focused, and you want to watch her eyes darken with desire as she stuffs your pussy full of cock right out in the open at the gym where anyone could walk in and see exactly how much of a pathetic little thing you are for her.

The thought makes you tense up, makes you clench, eyes rolling back in your head at the heavy pressure between your legs as she splits you open with a brutally deep thrust. As soon as the resulting groan rumbles in your chest and spills out of your mouth her hand tightens around your throat, fingers flexing, nails catching against your skin, and you swear you can feel her everywhere. On every inch of your skin, filling you entirely, striking every last nerve in your body like her only goal in life is to set you ablaze. If Maya’s the one lighting the flame, you’re going to let yourself burn every single time.

You’re cursing aloud and you know she’s watching your mouth when she presses up with her fingers and lifts your chin, tilting your head just enough for you to lock eyes for a split second before her gaze wanders down to your parted lips. Being watched has never been your favorite thing, not by a long shot, but Maya makes it palatable. Hell, she makes it pleasurable. Turns the anguish of being perceived into a tingly bliss beneath the weight of her sharp, dark eyes that betray nothing but carnal desire when she looks at you in moments like these. 

You get a hand as close to your chest as you can, which isn’t as close as it should be with your front pressed against the mats, but it’s fine; Maya knows what you mean even as you butcher the simple sign for please.

Before you know it she’s easing back and pulling out and you’re about to start begging her to fill you again because this isn’t what you meant by please, but then her hands are closing around your waist and pulling you back with her, yanking you up onto all fours like a fucking rag doll, like it takes nothing to move you, and Maya’s settling on her knees behind you with a hand splayed across your lower back and the other pawing at your ass. Pulling you open to watch the thick strap slide back into your soft wet hole.

Maya’s ruthless from there. She slaps your ass, scrapes her nails down your back until your skin breaks, fucks herself deep into your leaking cunt until it hurts a little and your muscles go slack to save yourself from the ache, and then she keeps going. Pressing an arch into your spine, dragging your hips back against her brutal thrusts to make sure you feel every fucking inch of her cock stretching you open, keeping you stuffed, filling you like only she can.

By the time you break, gushing onto the mats as Maya pulls out and runs her thumb over the quivering hole she’s left behind, there are barely a few minutes to spare before the gym fills with people. She tugs your pants up and pats the side of your thigh.

“You made a mess,” she tells you with a pointed look, brows raising as you roll over onto your back.

“Your fault.”

Maya hauls you to your feet, smirking faintly as she looks down at you. “It’s my fault that you can’t control your sloppy little cunt? I don’t think so.” She lifts a hand, patting your cheek so firmly it almost feels like a smack, lips spreading into your favorite crooked grin, the one that's charming and lazy and makes you want to drop down and offer yourself to her all over again. “You better clean this up fast if don't want everyone to find out you've been whoring yourself out at the gym."

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Every breath you take. Every move you make

A/N: I'm trying to organize it. I'm enjoying it so far and  I must practice my writing. I'm a comic book artist (writer and illustrator), and i'm slowly getting back on using Tumblr and writing fanfiction, english is not my first language. Feedback is welcome and THANK YOU so much for reading me <3

i think this would be between Bodyguard and We fight and breakup, We kiss and make up. it's a bit complicated to insert Reader on the episodes, sorry if it's a little messy. I prefer it much more whe we have more dialogues.

if you havent noticed, i love taking the titles from songs. This here is Every Breath you Take, by The Police.

pairing: maya lopez x reader AFAB reader

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Arriving at Tamaha was the easy part. All you needed was a map and follow the track you put on Maya's prosthetic leg. You took the risk of her changing it, getting another. But you thought it'd be easy for her to steal another motorbike, or get a new phone than getting a prosthetic leg that fit her just right. Though you thought you could just put it on her favorite boots, you'd still pick the prosthetic leg. Something she couldn't just get rid of in a second.

As you drove an old Honda you'd keep yourself distant, the last thing you'd want now would be for Maya to find out you were following her. The only reason you knew about Tamaha at all was because she had told you before, when you were closer and she hadn't tried to kill Fisk yet. Before she broke your heart by running away without saying goodbye.

- - -

Watching Maya from afar was not difficult for you, as a Black Widow, you knew how to become invisible. But it hurt to see her so close yet so far from what you once had. You held yourself back as you watched stupid Vickie and those girls kidnap her, your blood boiling in your veins. But you knew better than to stop them at it,  curious at what the hell they were trying to do.

As you followed Maya's steps for the past few days, you took notes of your date ideas. "Her uncle owns a skating park!", you said

to yourself, way too excited for the possibility of skating with Maya, holding her hand at the sound of Love is in the Air by John Paul Young. Your fantasy came to an end when you saw Boonie being taken. You couldn't help a smile though. "Not like I wanted to meet you. But we have a girl's night some day, yeah?', you thought.

Temptation ate your insides. You wanted to help Maya, to give her some support and beat Vicky until he begged you to stop and apologized to your Maya. But you couldn't risk much more than you had already. If leaving New York wasn't an indication your relationship was on the line, taking her as a princess and fighting her dragons would set fire to it all.

You kept tracking Maya on your phone, watching her wander around the room through your phone screen. When Zane arrived with his gang you couldn't help but rolling your eyes at him. You hated him, he seemed to think too high of himself and you didn't like the way he chewed on toothpicks, stinking like testosterone. 

You took the time to enter the place and watch Maya from a tiny bit closer. You understood Vickies plan and it didn't take a genius to put two and two: he wouldn't get out of it alive. Stupid Vickie.

Zane's group filled the skating area, talking to Henry and Boonie. When Vickie got shot you rolled your eyes again. "Such a mess", you thought. "Where is Maya Lopez?", stupid Zane asked and Dragula by Rob Zombie screamed from the sound system all of a sudden. 

You had to hold yourself not to cheer aloud, trying to keep softly headbanging your head through the music. You loved that song, Maya knew.

You started wondering if she chose that one because she knew you liked it and it made her think of you. Were you being delusional? Also, wasn't it too loud?

Oh, right. It doesn't bother her. 

You got in the laser tag maze enjoying the music,  taking a few man down cautiously so that Maya wouldn't find out you were there. You wore a mask in case one of them recognized you decided to tell on you, if they survived. You caugth her kicking their asses by the corner of your eye and almost ran to her, to tell her how great she looked while fighting, how you missed her and how much of a wimp you were for her. But that'd ruin your plans and instead of a heart-eyes Maya, you'd get broken ribs or a broken heart. Again.

The fight was getting fun but they seemed like ants around a sugarcane, always coming for more. Maya threw herself and one of those man through the wall and you felt the urge to kiss her. She fought all of them, with guns first and the with her own wrists. It made you gawk at her, your heart beating faster. You were flustered. She used the pistol wires as a whip and you moaned in your mind. "That's kinda sexy.", you thought, taking a mental note of how much of Catwoman she resembled. You'd tell her later.

The jacket trick got you biting your lip, and you almost aplaused her flawless aim.

But then Zane brought Boonie and you grunted. "Asswhole.", you mumbled.

They gathered again, around Maya and Henry, guns on their heads. But you were ready too. With your gun in hand and your eyes on them, it'd take Zane down with a buttlet to the head in no time.

 But his phone rang and his plans changed. And so did yours.

You watched Boonie leave and had to stop yourself from offering some ice to put on her face. Poor girl, getting punched like that for free.  When Maya went back inside, you made up your mind about what to do next. After tonight's events, you had to talk to her.

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I’m just imagining after Echo, what if Kingpin managed to have the same relationship with Kate that he does Maya, having two potential Queenpins, since he legit worked with Kate’s mom.

Imagine the angst and protective Clint

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Chapter Eleven: A Weekend Away Pt. 1 - Pictures

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

(the gif kinda makes sense!)

Masterlist . Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Natasha heads with Kate for a weekend away to think more about what she and Wanda want. Not to mention Kate has an art show!

Word Count: 3.3K

Content: Feelings, Fliritng, Talks about Yelena, Maya Lopez and other Marvel characters show up, Sexting?

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Kate asked as she looked from the road to her friend in the passenger seat. Natasha had her arm on the door up against the window. Her index finger touching her bottom row of teeth.

She was smiling.

Natasha turned as Kate looked back at the road. "She tasted like cherries." Natasha blushed as she thought about it. Kate didn't have to look to know. She could hear it in Natasha's voice.

"We can still turn around," Kate said teasingly as they passed another mile marker. Natasha shook her head. "It'll be good to have this slight space." Kate clicked her tongue. "Only if you're sure." She said.

Natasha looked at her friend. "I'm sure." She went back to look out the window. "I just need space to think about me and her."

Kate didn't one hundred percent agree.

"I mean, I know you're in your confused feelings, but what's there to think about?" Kate asked. "She's Erik's daughter. Okay. Her family seems really cool, so I doubt there'd be much intervention there." Kate said before continuing. "Aside from the fact that she is on the younger side."

"Eight years is the difference," Natasha spoke up as her eyes darted to a food sign for a restaurant four miles away.

"Eight years," Kate repeated as she shimmed her hand back and forth before she put it down. "No." She commanded. "That's silly to get upset about. Men do this shit all the time." Kate looked around her mirrors before switching lanes.

"You didn't use your turn signal." Natasha scolded.

"Hush," Kate said. Natasha chuckled before continuing the conversation. "Most people don't live and work where they meet someone like Wanda. I work for her father." Natasha pointed out.

Kate nodded. "Back to my first point. Her family seems really cool, so I doubt there'd be much intervention there." Kate repeated her statement. "For the record." Kate darted her eyes from the road to Natasha. "I like her. I think she's a good match for you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You should see your smile."

Natasha looked down and bit her bottom lip. Maybe that's another undiscovered reason for needing this space. It had been a long time since Natasha found herself being this happy with anyone.

Kate's apartment was on the opposite side of the city, where Natasha met her at the bar.

As Natasha closed the door behind her, she looked around the small hallway into the two-bedroom place. It was cute, and as she stepped further in, Natasha marveled at how far Kate had come since the loss of Yelena.

Going from her mom's place to this was a step forward for her.

"Where's Fanny?" Natasha asked as Kate opened the cluttered second bedroom for her. Framed pictures of Kate's work lining up against the walls in addition to boxes still unpacked. "At a friend's. She'll drop Fanny off tomorrow."

"A friend's?" Natasha asked with a slight tilt of the head and tease in her voice as she placed her bag on the bed. "Ignore the mess." Kate waved her hands at the room. "And yes, a friend." Kate raised her eyebrows to Natasha as she walked out of the room. "Should we get take out?" She asked as she walked into the kitchen—multiple take-out menus on her fridge.

"Sure," Natasha answered as she followed Kate. "What's this friend's name?" Natasha smiled as she looked at Kate's side profile.

Kate should've known Natasha wasn't going to let this go.

"Maya," Kate said as she held up a Chinese menu. Natasha nodded and took it from Kate's hands. It's been a while since she had some. "How long have you known Maya?" Natasha asked while reading the menu as she went to sit on the lovely soft couch. Natasha knew Kate never used her dining room.

Kate came out from the kitchen with two cold beers. She placed one in front of Natasha.

"About a year," Kate answered as she watched Natasha close the paper menu, handing it to her. Kate set her beer down and took it, seemingly dropping the conversation surrounding Maya.

Natasha went quiet and got up to look at Kate's apartment with the beer in hand.

Tons of photographs from artists Kate loved and photos she took were also out here mixed in with artsy movie posters and stuff picked up from the street.

"Oh wow!" Kate looked up as Natasha leaned forward to a small picture on her bookshelf. Inside a white frame was Clint and Kate throwing up peace signs in the middle of a desert. "I met you that day," Natasha said as she put the picture back down. Kate smiled and nodded. "Any regrets?" Kate joked, making Natasha laugh. "Not yet."

Natasha continued finding more pictures as Kate ordered the food.

It was bittersweet. The pictures felt like yesterday and like a lifetime ago at the same time. Some featured people Natasha had never met or were almost close enough to call family.

"Do you want another one?" Natasha called out to Kate as she lifted her empty bottle. "Yeah, thanks. Bottom drawer." Kate said as she flipped through endless streaming services, looking for anything to watch. Neither person could decide.

Natasha tossed the bottles into Kate's recycling bin before opening the fridge door. But a Polaroid picture with a magnet holding it in place stopped her.

It was a picture of Yelena and Kate the night Kate proposed. Yelena held her ring finger to the camera as Kate kissed her cheek. Natasha had never seen her sister so happy when she answered the FaceTime that night.

Natasha smiled and touched the face of the blonde in the picture before her eyes looked elsewhere. A picture of Fanny looking cute as hell. Next to that was a flyer for an art show tomorrow night.

Kate Bishop.

Was the name featured in the center? Natasha tilted her head and removed the flyer from the fridge before turning around. "Kate, what's this!?" Kate pulled her eyes from the TV and adjusted her eyes. "Oh, the flyer?" Natasha nodded. "You're doing an art show?" Kate smiled. "Yeah?" Natasha shook her head. "That's incredible!"

Kate was horrible at receiving compliments. "Thanks." She struggled to say. Natasha rolled her eyes and hung the piece of paper back on the fridge door. "I hope I'm invited." She said as she pulled out two beers. "I can get you a ticket," Kate said from the other room. 

Natasha laughed as she closed the fridge door and went to grab extra napkins and sauce packets for their food. 

"Find anything?" Natasha asked as she sat on the couch. Kate had, in fact, found a movie for them to watch. "I know you're a softie for animated movies." Natasha playfully glared at Kate before the black-haired girl clicked play on a movie called Sing.

It wasn't too much longer after a porcupine popped up on the screen that their Chinese food came.

The next morning, a barking dog awoke Natasha.

She wasn't sure what time it was, but she appreciated Kate trying to get Fanny to stop barking. But it wasn't working. Fanny smelt someone new in the apartment and needed to investigate.

Natasha lifted herself out of bed and walked to her door in her sleepwear. She could hear the foot movements of two figures by the front door, but no one was speaking.

She wiped the crust from her eyes and opened her door. Immediately, Fanny ran to Natasha. And just like that, her sleepiness was gone as Natasha crouched down and accepted the large dog into her arms.

"Okay. Okay. Stopping licking." Natasha pushed Fanny's nose away and looked up.

Two people were watching her. With a smile and her phone facing Natasha, Kate took a million pictures. The other person was a taller, broader woman. Deep dark brown hair, brown eyes to match, and a quizzical look.

Natasha stood up and smiled at them both. "Morning!" The mysterious figure looked at Natasha's lips. "Sorry about Fanny, we were trying to be quiet," Kate said as Natasha darted her eyes to the other person still watching her. "I see that." Fanny bumped Natasha's leg, asking for more pets.

Natasha was starting to grow leery of the mysterious person until they tapped Kate on the shoulder, making the pajama-wearing woman turn around.

That's when Natasha realized.

She watched the person who dropped off Fanny begin to sign to Kate. They were deaf. Kate held up her hand and spoke clearly to Natasha. "She's asking who you are." Natasha took quick steps forward. She made sure to speak effectively. "Natasha Romanoff." She stuck her hand out as the person signed before shaking Natasha's hand. Strong grip.

"Maya Lopez." Kate translated even if Natasha could put that together herself. "Nice to meet you." Maya read Natasha's lips and smiled back before looking at Kate. Natasha watched as they signed back and forth.

Natasha smiled to herself as she watched this happen. Kate didn't know ASL the last time they spoke. And this was Maya.

Natasha moved her eyes from their hands to the way Kate smiled.

It was familiar.

"She's a little upset I didn't tell her about you staying with me this weekend," Kate said before getting slapped on the arm by Maya. "Apparently, I wasn't supposed to repeat that."

Never change Kate.

Natasha smiled at her friend as she crossed her arms over her chest. She rolled her tongue over her teeth. She had Kate. "Why would Maya be a little upset?" Natasha asked, being coy.

Kate went red as her eyes grew in size.

"I-..." She froze before turning to Maya with a nervous smile. She then signed for a minute before saying her goodbyes. Natasha lifted a hand and waved, too. Fanny got some pets. However, once the door closed, Fanny went to get some water, and Kate finally turned back to Natasha.

"What a nice friend," Natasha emphasized with amusement.

Kate fell back against the door. "It's new... okay." There it was. Natasha nodded but she could see Kate wasn't exactly thrilled in this moment. Natasha stepped towards Kate. "Kate, I'm not upset."

Kate briefly looked at Natasha in the eyes. "Yeah..." She lifted herself off the door. "It's just-" Natasha cut Kate off she could see where her brain was going.

"Kate, I'm going to be honest with you." Kate closed her mouth. "Yelena would want you to be happy... but she would definitely want it to be with herself forever." Kate lightly laughed. "She hated sharing." Natasha nodded. "I remember."

Kate breathed out. "It's been years, and I still feel her sometimes." Natasha gave Kate a sympathetic look. She understood. "Does Maya know about Yelena?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah. She understands."

"Then you have nothing stopping you. As long as you're happy."

"I am." Natasha smiled. "You learned ASL for her." Now, it was Kate who was smiling like an idiot. "I did." Natasha moved closer to Kate and opened her arms. "Yelena's not with us, but I'll always be your sister." Kate hugged Natasha before laughing. "What I was being sweet." Natasha moved back and said. Kate shook her head. "After you stepped out of the room, Maya said she was close to kicking your ass before realizing who you were."

Natasha lifted her eyebrows. "I'd like to see her try." She smirked, making Kate laugh. "Oh, Tasha, just don't bring this up, and everything will be fine."

The rest of the day flew by for Natasha. She and Kate went out to breakfast, did some shopping, and got things together for tonight's art show, including their outfits. Natasha chose a black dress that lifted her boobs while also having a slit from her hip to her ankle. Natasha loved the way it felt.

Kate put it on her card, so everything was fine there. Plus, Natasha didn't have anything really sexy like this anymore.

It's not that she needed the dress for any night past this, but what if she wanted it for someone who had been on her mind off and on all day?

What if she wanted to be sexy for Wanda Maximoff?

Natasha thought about her a little after breakfast and what should we be up to on a nice like today. She guessed she would've convinced Natasha to go into town or to the creek again.

Natasha again thought about her when she was on her phone, sitting outside a coffee shop with Fanny while waiting for Kate. She ended up on Wanda's Instagram after following her a week prior. The latest post was from Thursday morning, and it was a picture of the farm with the sun high in the sky.

Natasha smiled when she looked at the picture because she knew precisely what Wanda was doing. In the left corner, off in the distance, was Natasha standing next to Butterball. Not that anyone would know it was Natasha, aside from a handful of people.

And feeling bold, two hours later, Natasha returned to the post and sent it back to Wanda with a message.

"Just saw this! Looks beautiful."

Natasha stared at the direct message screen before closing out of her phone went. Kate walked into the living room and asked her which black tie to wear for her suit that night.

In Natasha's eyes, there wasn't a difference.

"Left?" She said, which made Kate groan. Left was the wrong answer. Kate stomped into her room, making Natasha laugh. "It's not funny!" Kate yelled. "It is from here!" Natasha yelled back as she could feel Katherine roll her eyes.

Natasha picked up her phone once more, and it opened on Instagram. Her message turned from delivered to seen. Wanda's icon had a green dot next to it.

Wanda was sitting on the living room floor, watching a movie playing in the background. Monica Rambeau sat on the couch behind her, typing on her laptop. Monica had been feeling bad about being too busy with her summer program to really hang out, so when Wanda asked her if she wanted to come over, she jumped at the opportunity.

Except she did need to finish an essay by Monday, hence the laptop. But Wanda didn't mind. She needed some sort of distraction, and Monica did that.

Well, she was when they talked earlier and watched TikToks and some animated singing movies. But hours later, Wanda found herself on Instagram. Again.

However, this time, she opened it to a message.

She was shocked when she saw who it was from.

But slowly, her shocked face turned into one of joy. As Wanda pulled her phone closer to her face, she smiled. Wanda read the message twice before thinking of anything to say.

"The landscape was just perfect. Wouldn't you agree?"

Natasha could feel the flirty undertones miles away. She bit her tongue as she thought of a response.

"I would agree, Wanda. You should take pictures of the farm more often."

"Or do you mean pictures of you?" Wandas whispered as she read Nat's message. "Did you say something?" Monica spoke up, making Wanda jump. Wanda turned around and gripped her phone. "No." She shook her head, making Monica shrug before going back to typing. "I won't be too much longer, Wands," Monica said, but Wanda was fine with it.

It gave her time to flirt with the woman she missed.

And if anything, these messages proved that Natasha missed her just as much.

Which hurt less because Wanda still thought Natasha shouldn't have left.

After more flirty messages back and forth, Natasha had to let Wanda know she needed to start getting ready for Kate's event tonight.

"What kind of event?"

Wanda asked after waving bye to Monica. Monica remembered she had to purchase a textbook for her program.

"Kate's photography is being put on show." Natasha typed back while also sending a photo of the flyer for said event.

"Sounds like fun!" Wanda was being supportive and trying her best not to think about Kate parading Natasha around as anything more than a friend.

She knew Natasha and Kate would never be anything. But still, sometimes your mind likes to be mean to you. So Wanda decided to change topics a tad as she sat on her bed.

"What are you wearing?" She asked instead.

"Right now?" Natasha joked, knowing that was not the question. "Nat! What are you wearing later??"

Natasha read the words on her screen, got up, and went to her room. She sat next to her dress. It laid out on the bed. Natasha looked it over before finding herself in a mirror. She then smirked and messaged Wanda back.

"One second."

Wandasmiled and fell back onto her bed. Her stomach was flipping. She was happy they were back to their flirty back-and-forth, but she wasn't exactly sure where that left them until Monday.

Wanda had a hard time sleeping last night. She couldn't stop thinking about their kiss and how she wanted to do it repeatedly.

However, before she could think about it any longer, her phone buzzed, causing Wanda to jump up off her bed.

She couldn't sit still.

"I want to know what you think, Wanda?" Were the words below a photo of Natahsa looking as sexy as ever. A different kind of sexy compared to her usual look. The picture, along with Natasha's body, was captivating and distracting.

Natasha was in a vintage-designed, tight, perfect black dress with her firey red hair slicked back—her ear piercings on display, her muscular shoulders, and her soft chest.

Wanda could feel her mouth water.

Wanda found herself staring and going over Natasha's body again and again. She was so distracted, in fact, that Wanda stepped right into her full laundry basket of clean clothes before slamming her knee against the floor as she fell, creating a loud thud throughout the house.

Her phone fell from her hand.

"Wanda!?" Erik yelled from the bottom of the stairs, making Wanda lift her head. "Yeah?" She called out. Erik looked at his wife in the dining room with a puzzle before looking up at the stairs. "Is everything okay?"

Wanda pulled herself up onto her bed with her phone in hand. "Yeah, I just tripped!" She looked down at her already swollen knee. "Fuck..." Wanda whispered.

Erik looked back to his wife and shook his head.

Meanwhile, Natasha was sat on her bed waiting for Wanda's reply.

Had I come on too strong?

Was this too far?

Did I kill her?

Natasha asked these very valid questions in her head until the answer buzzed in her hand. "I think you're trying to kill me, Romanoff 😉"

Natasha smiled wide. "And what if I am?" She replied. Wanda smirked and looked at her outfit of choice for the day. Nothing special or fancy like Natasha's, but she knew she could make it work.

Wanda left the messages and opened her camera.

"Then you're gonna have to try harder than that." Belowthese words was a selfie of Wanda lying on her bed. The picture was from Wanda's belly button-up. She wore an oversized gray crop top that hung off one shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her brunette hair was wavy and messy. Her pink lips were freshly wet.

However, the best part was Wanda's green eyes staring directly into the camera. Directly at Natasha. Natasha's mouth hung open as her eyes etched the sight of Wanda into her mind forever.

Wanda lit up when she received one of the last messages.

"I have to get going 😉 these are almost better than your farm pictures.

Almost."

Wanda laughed and was happy that they were flirting once again.

"Have fun tonight, Romanoff. I can't wait to hear about it. Your place tomorrow night?"

dividers by @/benkeibear

[mayasdeluca]

i was tagged by @dancing-mylife-away

Tag Game: Fandom Edition

Current Hyperfixation: station 19...currently in a chokehold by maya and carina

Previous Hyperfixation: wynonna earp

Top 5 Ships of All Time: maya/carina (station 19), waverly/nicole (wynonna earp), spencer/toby (pretty little liars), brittany/santana (glee), richard/sutton (the bold type)

Top 5 Ships at the Moment: maya/carina (station 19), valentina/luiza (stupid wife), lucy/kate (ncis hawai'i), grace/judd (911 lone star) ... can't think of a 5th currently lol

Top 5 Fandoms of All Time: pretty little liars, station 19, wynonna earp, those are really the main 3 i've participated in/know well...besides the glee fandom but i refuse to put that in a top 5 list 😂

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Favorite Minor Character of All Time: not sure what qualifies as a minor character but i can't think of any right now

A Rarepair that you love: again not sure what counts for this but i'll go with eddie/delilah (a million little things) since that was controversial lol

An OT3+ that you love: an actual ot3? none

Favorite Movie: love & basketball

Favorite TV Series: it really varies depending on what i'm currently obsessed with lol but one of my favorites that was so well done is this is us

Favorite Book: i don't read many books at all but really enjoyed untamed by glennon doyle

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[cillianate]

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hello! my name is courtney, and i am some random teenage girl on the internet who is trying to start a blog. i love writing, music, and dilfs. i don't update on a schedule, but sometimes i just get these random bursts of ideas that all come at once, so if i post a story, you can probably expect another to come right after.

my main gimmick is writing, but i also read, sing, and do manyyyy crafts in my spare time!

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the mcu

cillian murphy

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tom hiddleston

christian bale

christopher nolan's batman

the marauders

harry potter

djats

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maya hawke

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obx

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charli xcx

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one direction

5sos

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phoebe bridgers

muna

phoebe bridgers

claud

bleachers

claud

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gracie abrams

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sabrina carpenter

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palehound

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HOZIER?!!???

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ethel cain

the 1975

niall horan

olivia rodrigo

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finn hudson

mike chang

santana lopez

sam evans

ryder lynn

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camila dunne

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karen sirko

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neville longbottom

draco malfoy

tom riddle

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remus lupin

fred weasley

george weasley

severus snape

stranger things

steve harrington

robin buckley

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eddie munson

lucas sinclair

max mayfield

jason carver

obx

john b routledge

jj maybank

rafe cameron

pope heyward

sarah cameron

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top gun, maverick

natasha 'phoenix' trace

robert 'bob' floyd

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw

jake 'hangman' seresin

mcu

bucky barnes / winter soldier

steve rogers / captain america

sam wilson / the falcon

natasha romanoff / black widow

stephen strange

thor odinson

loki laufeyson

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wanda maximoff

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[kitmoas]

Standing in the Ruins

Summary: The world as Kate knew it may have ended but she was just getting your world ready.

Pairing: Dark! Kate Bishop x Reader

Genre: Plot and stuff with some nice little smut

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Dark Fic (mentions of killing, kidnapping, weapons) Semi-Public Smut, slight degradation (If I missed anything important, let me know)

A/N: I became obsessed with the idea of Kate keeping the Ronin suit, and here we are.

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Twisted Promise AU (Coming Soon)

If Kate was asked what she wanted to be when she was ten years old, she would have replied that she wanted to be a superhero; just like Hawkeye. The world was bright and exciting as a child, especially when the Avengers existed. That’s how the young Bishop grew up, wide eyed and a naive sense of confidence. It was the blip that destroyed every ounce of hope for most people, and it shoved the once blindly optimistic Kate into reality. Her childhood idol was nowhere to be seen, seemingly hiding while the rest of his team fought against the most dangerous enemy to land on Earth’s soil. 

She went to work for her mother at Bishop Security, uncovering her deal with Fisk accidentally. It should have bothered the once morally righteous young brunette to know what Eleanor was doing to make sure the business thrived, but for some reason she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Keeping her head down at the company, Kate got her work done and really only got close to Maya. The two bonded over being the youngest and having a lot of pressure put on them. 

When tales about a dark hooded figure with a sword that was taking down organizations across the globe began to spread, Fisk began to spread his assets. Kate took an even larger step away from the spotlight in regards to the company, deciding to focus on college and her sports. Her mother was pleased by this, always wanting to protect her daughter. 

The Avengers tried, one last time, to reverse the blip. It was a very public and violent fight that ultimately ended in failure. The entirety of public heroes were gone, dead, or rumor has it some are stuck in different universes and timelines. Society didn’t trust them anymore and there was no longer a need for them but the hooded swordsman came back. The Bishops weren’t worried until Kingpin was targeted. 

When the Ronin showed up to the penthouse it was Kate that he came face to face with, shock filling his body when he realized she was just a kid. A young girl dressed in a hoodie with a flimsy looking sword attached to her hips, an incredibly innocent looking expression on her face. He was expecting Fisk, or at least his group of workers. His hesitation was his downfall as Kate used his second of doubt to disarm him. The young Bishop wasn’t the one to drop him to his knees though. No, that was Maya the silent accomplice to the young archer. Shooting him three times with a smile on her face; once in the knee, once in the torso, and once in the sternum. 

Curiosity got the best of Kate as she unmasked the so called vigilante that had been wreaking havoc across the globe, and there bleeding out on her marble floors was her childhood hero Hawkeye. Clint Barton, the person that made her want to take up archery and the person who saved her life many years ago. The person that disappeared when Thanos came to Earth causing Kate to turn her back not only on him but the idea of heroism. Believing that her hero was nothing but a coward, instead delving into her mother’s operations, he was ultimately the reason the young archer fell into the darkness in her soul.

It was Kate’s arrow, shot from a small loaded crossbow that was concealed between her shoulder blades, that drops him dead. Instead of following through with the original plan of burning the body and suit, the archer decides to take up the mantle. Following in her once-hero’s footsteps in a demented way by working for Fisk, killing any target regardless of who it is. 

Carrying the infamous retractable sword, along with a small crossbow and collapsible bow, Kate under the guise of Ronin became one of the most feared members of Fisk’s organizations. The other two were Maya (Echo) and Yelena (White Widow), who joined in favor of following the people who killed the man responsible for her sister’s death. The three of them became Kingpin’s most prized weapons, and were sent out to deal with the most special targets.

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The first time she sees you it's past midnight and you’re rushing home after a long closing shift at the small movie theater you work at. She can’t help but think how you look entirely too cute to be her next target, bundled up in an oversized jacket and a beanie that is falling into your eyes. Confused, the young Ronin decides to follow you around for a few days in hopes to gather information that will allow her to understand her assignment. The longer she trails you the more confused she gets, you’re just a normal person. You walk your dog daily, go to work at the theater almost every single day, and eat ice cream in bed while watching Bob’s Burgers episode on repeat. You aren’t threatening nor did you have anything threatening in your apartment. 

The first time she comes into the theater you spill an entire cup of soda on the floor, tripping over air as you get distracted by her striking ocean eyes. Little did you know that she was taking advantage of a tactic that Yelena taught her, drawing trust from the target to find a more convenient spot to kill you.

Kate had thought you were adorable, and stumbled through awkwardly flirting back. The archer tried to act cool as she tried to charm you. Her ego stroked when she realized how difficult it was for you to act normally around her.  You cursed yourself as you stuttered through asking her what movie she would be seeing, but she just asked for a small popcorn and left. 

You’re ecstatic when the gorgeous brunette begins showing up at work often, getting a small popcorn and leaving. You are hooked, completely infatuated. Every time you work you have to hype yourself up to finally ask her out, you never do. You don’t even know her name yet. 

Another day, another shift, and you can’t help but feel disappointed by the lack of ocean girl for the past week. Your co-workers watch the entire day as you perk up each time someone walks through the doors and sulk as you clean up to close. The walk home was brisk, trying to avoid being in the cold for too long but just a few blocks from your apartment you see someone leaning against a street light. You don’t have too much time to try and think of a different route when the figure starts walking towards you, closing the distance swiftly. 

The person is shoving you against an abandoned building, back hitting rough dirty brick. Your heart beat is pounding but the moment your gaze catches a flash of ocean blue you calm. “You haven’t been to th-the theater in a while.” Your voice is soft, anxiety making your voice crack halfway. 

Kate, who was flipping an arrow in her hand, looks up at you shocked. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to put together what was happening. How were you not scared? An almost complete stranger just shoved you into an abandoned alleyway, and you’re worried about them getting a bag of popcorn? She lets the shiny arrowhead tap against your leg, smirking as you look down at it. “I’ve been planning something a little different.” 

Her voice is low causing a shiver to run down your spine as you look at the reflection of a street light shining off the sharp tip. “Usually I don’t get this…adventurous on the first hookup but for you I would.” You’re a bit nervous, but you know you need to be open to anything if you want to keep the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen. She’s entirely out of your league, but you won’t let your inexperience get in the way. 

She’s staring at you, an incredulous look on her face. Deciding to test you, she lets the her weapon of choice ghost along her body until it’s beating against your skull. Slowly she lets the tip of the arrow dig into your temple, eye widening as you just let her pierce her skin. The girl is pulling away, jaw slack, about to say something when some random girl screams interrupting the two of you. 

The girl runs up to you, asking if you’re okay, but you just notice that the ocean girl is gone. A small trail of blood your only reminder of your close encounter with the popcorn girl. Slumping against the wall again, you just nod and grumpily thank the stranger for her help. 

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Arms crossed, Kate pouts in the oversized arm chair as Yelena and Maya laugh at her. The glare in her eyes is weak, and her friends know it. “Guys! It doesn’t make sense, okay. Why are they my next target?” Her hands are erratic as she signs, making Maya laugh at the mistakes she makes. 

The blonde just shrugs as she struggles to sit up straight through her laughter, but Kate relaxes when she sees Maya get her attention. “The boss has a connection to them that he doesn’t want them to know, Kazi figured that part out but the files are destroyed on what the connection is.” The older brunette shrugs at the end of her sentence, quickly signing an apology before smacking Yelena on the head. 

The widow sighs before shrugging too, “I really do not think I can be of help. I could not find anything.” Her sloppy signing still makes Maya smile, knowing English in every way is still a bit of a struggle for the Russian. “Besides, just take the target out and get the job done and over with. It should be easy Kate Bishop.” The smirk on the blonde’s face makes the archer roll her eyes, pouting again at the tease. 

The young Ronin nods nonetheless, looking out the window, trying to piece together her thoughts. 

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For the next few weeks you keep getting in awkward situations with ocean girl, who after you practically begged for the answer told you her name is Kate. You still can’t actually get the nerve to ask her out. You can’t even get the nerve to just try and actually initiate hooking up with her, even though she has definitely tried. Even if every single time you are alone with the brunette ends with her disappearing with no trace, you can’t help but look forward to the next time she pops into your life. 

The subway was the most annoying thing ever, preferring to walk everywhere, but you were going to the opposite side of the city so you had no other choice. Your head is down, airpods secure in your ears, as you try to rest a bit before you get to your destination. 

You don’t remember dozing off but the feeling of cold metal along your throat wakes you up, a hand in your hair stops you from flinching. Panic rushing through you but the smooth voice that speaks calms you. “We are finishing this tonight, I’m done playing around.” 

Slowly opening your eyes, relaxing your face, taking a chance to look up at the ocean blue you crave. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you because I am, you look amazing tonight by the way, but can I ask if the weird sword thing was necessary?” You don’t mean to ramble but she makes you nervous.

Kate is staring down at you, jaw tense as she takes you in. Your entirely too innocent eyes, sparkling looking up at her like she was the best thing in the world. Your nervous smile, flinching every time your skin is pricked by the sharp blade, but it just makes her melt a little inside at the cuteness. You are the easiest target she’s ever had, honestly you’re the easiest person anyone could have ever been told to kill.  

The moment you bite your lip, out of awkwardness mostly because of the heavy silence, it breaks something in Kate. She crashes her mouth into yours, messy and sloppy, but it stuns you nonetheless. This wasn’t the first time someone kissed you, but the way she’s pushing against you is different. No one has ever wanted you like she does at the moment. No one ever touched you like she is.  The blade against your throat retracts, scratching a thin line across your throat, but you don’t have much time to think about it when Kate’s calloused hand replaces it. 

Your eyes flick around, grateful for the empty car you’re in, as she moves to straddle you. “I- maybe we shouldn’t do th-” She cuts you off with a sharp slap on your cheek, anger flashing in her eyes before she rubs the red skin soothingly. A small smile reaches her face as she coos over you. You can’t tell if she’s serious or just mocking you, but it makes you blush either way as you wiggle around beneath her. 

The flush rises up your neck as she pulls on the baby hairs there, “Oh my sweet little thing, you’re already squirming.” The brunette is moving around, forcing herself between your legs and letting her mouth ghost along your neck. 

You can feel the heat in your belly, spreading across your body the more she touches you. The wetness between your thighs makes you whimper, embarrassed at how easy it was for her to turn you on. You let your head shake slowly, cheeks burning as you slam your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at her. 

Her hand is already slipping under your shirt, her rough fingers sliding directly under your sports bra. Her palm slides against your hardened nipple, a smirk spreads across her face when she hears your breath hitch. “So sensitive, don’t tell me a pretty pet like you is a virgin.” Her voice is arrogant, as she lets her knee fall between your thighs. 

Your hips buck against her knee as it comes to lay flat against your covered center, a pathetic whimper escaping through your lips. Even though it’s a lie you’re adamantly shaking your head, refusing to seem even more pitiful. Letting your eyes close, you try your hardest to ignore the way her hand makes you feel as she palms at your breast. You try to ignore the way you just know your arousal is leaking through your panties as you try not to desperately grind against her knee. 

The knee between your thighs is moving, slowly but grinding perfectly into you, and it makes your vision blur. “Now now, don’t lie to me. I’m taking mercy on you, don’t take my niceness for granted. Tell me the truth.” Her mouth is moving against your neck, a particularly hard bite makes you wince as you try to focus. The smallest yes falls from your lips, meek and quiet. “That’s a good girl, I guess I should reward you. Yea?” 

Her forehead is leaning against your shoulder, watching as your hips are uncontrollably rutting against her knee. She wants to laugh at how awkward and sloppy it is, but she can’t help the rush of arousal through her body thinking about breaking that. You were going to be hers to ruin, no matter what her job was. 

The grip she has on your breasts is borderline painful and you were getting frustrated at not being able to reach your high alone, you were never good at getting off by yourself. You could feel your body starting to give it in, and your mouth hanging open in a silent plea, but it was like you couldn’t fall over the edge. Stuck dangling and Kate was just having a grand old time watching you struggle. 

You were completely focused on trying to reach your orgasm that you weren’t aware of the subway coming to a stop, nor were you aware of Kate’s focus shifting. The moment she pulls herself off you, pulling her hood off her head and a gray beanie over her head, a whine tears through your teeth. She’s shushing you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and shoving your heads down to stare at her phone screen. 

The archer is watching, through her lashes, as people rush to get into different cars but she sighs in relief when the doors finally close with no extra occupants joining. Making quick work of calculating how long until her stop, less than 2 minutes, she sighs and looks down at you. Your entire face is flushed, your breath coming out in harsh labored pants, and you're rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to find pressure. 

Grumbling, she reaches down unceremoniously gathering you in her arms and waits for the doors to open. The moment the metal slides open she’s rushing out, dodging people and shushing you as you whimper with each thundering step she takes. You try to look around, but when you see her taking dark abandoned alleyways you hide your face in her neck instead. The slight pang of fear makes you want to find safety, and for some reason Kate feels like that for you. 

The young Ronin sighs as she enters her penthouse, relaxing as the Bishop Security panel comes to life and secures the door behind her. She drops you roughly on the couch before she starts stripping layers, throwing everything around as she tries to take in what she just did. Her boss, Fisk, was going to murder her if he ever found out that this target was alive. Not only was this target alive, but she was keeping them in her apartment and trying to hookup with them. 

When she looks up from the glass of liquor she poured, her gaze meets yours and she knows that it doesn’t matter. She was going to keep you, no matter who tried to go against her. You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

Taglist: @katebishop-ladyarrow @yourtaletotell @caroldantops

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Clothing Dismay

Maya Lopez x Fem!Reader

Summary - Maya loves to see you in her clothes.

Warnings - SMUT, thigh riding, Minors be aware pls.

You could feel her gaze on you the second you walked into the room, but despite the fact she was burning holes into the back of your head, you decided to ignore it. You pretended to go on your day like usual, making coffee while Maya sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the news on the TV.

You took the last sip of coffee from your mug and quickly rinsed it in the sink, placing it back into its respected cupboard which just so happened to be the top shelf. You stretched up, standing on your toes to put the mug back, and the look you received once you turned to walk towards your girlfriend was dismissed with a simple smile.

Her brow quirked upwards instantly at your innocence. You were either oblivious or playing games, and Maya could of sworn it as the second one. Last time you wore her shirt with nothing but your underwear underneath, she had you edged for God knows how many hours until there were tears in your eyes.

This time, she wanted to see if you were trying to rile her up or if you were just as innocent as you looked.

You walked towards her into the living room, smiling at her as she watched your every move. You comfortably sat down next to her, leaning your back against her arm, which she moved a second later so you could lean on her side. Moving your legs up to your chest, let Maya's hand envelope your whole body as you watched the news with her.

She still stared at you, watching at the shirt you wore was slowly inching upwards with every move you made.

Maya being Maya, trailed her hand down to your thigh, feeling as goosebumps rose on your skin because of her cold hands. You grabbed her palm and intertwined your fingers together so she couldn't touch your leg, only causing it to be colder, and held it comfortably in your lap.

You played with the rings on her fingers, regularly shifting you position before you ran your nails onto her forearm.

Maybe it was a little gesture, but it drove her absolutely insane when you did it. You knew it did. She loved it when you gently scratched her skin, whether it was her back as she laid on her stomach in bed or your hands in her hair, scratching her scalp so she could relax.

After a few minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. She took her hands and signed to you;

"What are you doing?"

You only smiled, shrugging before turning back to focus on the TV. Now realising that you were playing games with her, she did the same thing. Her hand moved from your shoulder down to your palm before travelling under the shirt which just so happened to be hers.

You shivered. You weren't wearing anything underneath the shirt apart from underwear, and with the addition with her cold hand it was really obvious you were cold. Her fingers went across your stomach, right under your breast before moving down again, right above the band of your underwear.

You weren't as durable when it came to teasing, so you had trouble trying to ignore her actions. You shivered again, feeling her hand move upwards again.

Her chuckle made you finally sit up, moving about so you straddled her legs and looked directly down at her. She looked up with the most innocent look and a furrowed brow.

*I was watching that.* She played off, finding it hard to remove the smirk that had emitted on her face. You scoffed, moving your hands to her neck and let then rest there, your thumbs caressing her cheeks.

"Please?" You said against her lips. She didn't have to hear to know what you were saying. She smirked, her hands moving so they rested on your hips only so they could push you down on one of her thighs. She raised her leg, so her thigh made contact with your core and watch as you gasped into the air.

She let go on your hips, lifting then to sign.

*Help yourself.*

You obliged, your hands dropping to hold her thigh on front of you before you rutted your hips. The underwear you wore provided close to no protection from the material of her jeans, so it only encouraged you to throw your head back in pleasure.

Soon enough you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more, but right when you were about to let it go, her hands reached up to your waist and lifted you off of her.

You whined, desperately needing to fill the need for release. Looking towards the smirking woman with a frown only for her to quickly reaching under your shirt, her fingers running over your nipples. You gasped, rolling your hips to try and find any friction that she could possibly provide.

Tears where already gathering up in your eyes, but when she completely let go of you, you cried out in protest. Twice she's done this now, and you didn't think you could take a third time.

You bought your lips to her, dangerously quickly, which seemed to take her aback. You whispered pleads into her lips, and eventually she allowed her hand to move up your thigh, past the band of your underwear so she could rub your clit in aggravatingly slow circles.

You started grinding on her hand, moaning in her her mouth as the coil returned. Just as you thought she'd pull away again, she sank three fingers into you without warning.

You didn't mean to, but you released a high pitched moan which made you slap your mouth with your hand to cover any other unexpected sounds just purely out of instinct.

Maya was relentless, thrusting in and out of you without a care in the world. She loved watching you fall apart, whether it was above of underneath her, she adored looking how your mouth fell open, your hips moving to match the rhythm she was thrusting into you.

Eventually your body felt too weak to keep upright by yourself, so you placed your face into Maya's neck, letting go of your moans into her skin. She still thrusted into you, your high coming pretty quickly.

With a scream of her name, you let the coil in your abdomen go, your muscles flexing as you came off your high.

You whined when she pulled out of you. Even though it was morning, you could feel your eyes shutting from the adrenaline washing off. You kissed the side of her neck, getting comfortable in her lap before you shut your eyes and let sleep take over.

THE END

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