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magecrafts · 3 months

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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.

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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months

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Can you please make a incorrect quotes for her meeting Y/N who is assigned as new leader of Tracksuit Maffia after previous one was found to be a snitch for cops (Kingpin killed him) and when seeing Maya Y/N says in sign language that comparing to Maya Mona Lisa is a picture from Junji Ito horror manga (believe me he can do some Steven King level of stuff being creepy) ?

Kingpin: and this is Maya.

Maya: (signs) nice to meet you

Y/N: (signs) you could make the Mona Lisa jealous. You’re beautiful

Maya blushes…

Kingpin: I think you’ll get along just fine.

Maya: (signs) how good are you in a fight?

Y/N: (signs) I could show you but I think you’d easily take me down.

Maya: (signs) no contest. Wanna fight on some place besides the mat? (winks)

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certifiedbandicootplaya · 1 month

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Me the second I’ve seen any piece of media

x reader fanfics <3

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yelena-belovas-gun · 3 months

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Don't You Dare (Maya Lopez)

Summary: One day, when you walk in on Maya interrogating someone, you show a side of yours which even she has never seen before.

Maya Lopez x shapeshifter!female!reader Note: Reader is slightly chubby, but that's not an affecting factor in any way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Don't walk in on something you don't want to see.

Something both you and Maya had established when you both first started dating. However, as you got more involved in her mafia work, that rule got more and more flimsy by the day.

Especially today.

You were a very gentle person by nature, despite being a shapeshifter. Maya had to admit that everything about you was soft and gentle. From the way you were built to the way you signed, there was a certain amount of care and lightness to the way you existed in general.

Recently, Maya found a traitor in her midst. Whichever now-former Tracksuit was stupid enough to do so was now in front of her, being beaten up by the other members of the crew.

"Stop," she signed, her brow raised. "Let him go."

The man was bruised, bloody, and beaten in to the point where he would've probably died if she hadn't asked the others to stop. She stepped in front of the traitor and signed, "What exactly were you thinking? That you wouldn't get caught?"

Ivan, her new second-in-command, translated for her.

The man's face contorted, giving away that he was frowning. As he spoke, Ivan translated appropriately and a bit hesitantly as the man replied, "This mafia needs a capable leader."

"Capable?" Maya asked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Elaborate."

"You can't hear a damn gunshot from right next to you, how will you manage a mafia?" The man asked. "You're running on luck."

Maya was about to smack him in the face, but Ivan signed for her to stop. You were standing at the doorway, with what looked like murder in your eyes.

"Y/n, please, the rule-" Maya signed, looking at you pleadingly, but you stopped her.

"The rule can go fuck itself in the ass," you signed, looking more furious than ever.

Maya's eyes widened at the way you signed so aggressively. It was the exact opposite of how you usually spoke. Your hand movements were always calm and fluid, like a gentle stream which formed the words easy on her eyes. But now your movements were sharp and quick as a blade, and your normally smiling eyes held a glimmer which even she hadn't seen in the last two years of dating you.

You spoke, while Ivan translated. When you moved through the crowd of men, they immediately stepped back, scared for their lives, in all likeliness.

"What did you just say?" You asked the man, glaring at him. Maya stepped back, now intrigued. She found this side of you to be very interesting and a bit turning on, to be honest.

"I said that she can't even hear a gunshot from next to h-" before the man could finish his statement in all its disrespect, you grew sleek claws on your fingers and slashed them down his face, earning a scream of agony.

Maya couldn't hear it, but she could definitely see the volume of it.

"How dare you," you hissed, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him so hard that one of his lose teeth from the prior beating fell to the floor with a soft 'tink'. "How dare you disrespect a woman of authority with such disgusting words?"

"She ain't my boss!" He scoffed, but immediately regretted it when you bared your teeth, having morphed them into the sabre teeth of a lion. It made your gums ache and burn, but it was worth seeing the pain on his face.

"She ain't your damn boss, but she sure as hell's got more personality than you ever will," you hissed. "Apologise to her right now, or I swear to god, you will regret it."

"Never! I don't need to respect some mute woman, she can't even hear what I have to say!" The man protested, lamely. Clearly he wanted to keep the macho façade up, but it was getting harder under each passing second beneath your gaze.

"Fine," you rolled your shoulders, stepping back. "But you won't be able to breathe till I hear you apologise."

In a second, a huge kodiac bear stood where you had once been, and it terrified the man, to be frank. You grabbed him by the neck and tossed him up before slamming him down into the ground with not even a fourth of your newfound strength. However, it was enough to keep him gasping for air and struggling under your paws as you pressed him down harder.

You never used your powers to hurt others. You'd either turn into a cuddly panda to give Maya comfort, or into a chimpanzee to get something from the top shelf. But you never shapeshifted to inflict harm.

You opened your jaws wide and bit down hard on his shoulder, making the bone nearly shatter under your iron bite. He cried out in absolute agony, and screamed out a loud, 'i'm sorry', when you decided to let go of him. You let him breathe again and unhinged your jaws from his shoulder, which now looked beautifully broken and dislocated.

You felt a gentle hand on your arm, which stroked your earthy brown fur affectionately, and you looked down to see Maya smiling up at you. She moved her hand away to speak, "Calm down, my love."

You breathed and shifted form back to a human, but your teeth, as usual, stayed sharp and pointed, and it hurt your mouth a lot. Blood from when you had bitten the man stained your teeth and lips, while your fingers had more blood beneath them.

"He'll give you the answers you want, now," you smiled. As Maya came in to kiss you, you kept her back with a gentle push to her shoulder. "No, kisses right now," you signed, before winking and gesturing at your bloodstained mouth.

To compensate, she pressed a quick and shy kiss to your forehead before you glared at the now whimpering traitor and walked out.

At home, you were exhausted. However large or small your animal would be, you'd always feel deadly tired after shapeshifting. So you were laying on the couch, just scrolling through your phone with the lights dimmed slightly to be comfortable on your sensitive eyes.

You heard the door close, and felt Maya kiss the top of your head.

"You got your answers?" You signed, looking up at her with a smile.

She arched a brow at you, "Are we not going to discuss what happened earlier? The bear thing?"

You felt your ears burn red with a bit of shame as you sheepishly signed, "I lost my cool, I'm so sorry. He disrespected you and I got a bit annoyed..."

She chuckled and signed with a playful twinkle in her eye, "'Annoyed'? You got furious."

"Shut up," you blushed. "It wasn't like me, I'm-"

Before you could sign 'sorry', she grabbed your hands. She wanted you to pause for a moment. She carefully moved her hands away from yours and signed, "It was genuinely the hottest thing I have ever seen you do. And imagine, I have seen you naked."

You blushed a bright red at her words, and signed back, "Maya, what the hell?"

She giggled softly and replied, "I've never seen you lose it before. Why did that happen?"

"Because..." you paused, hands stilled in that one position as you slowly signed out the right-ish words for how you were feeling, "...I care about you. A lot. And it hurts me to see some stupid man disrespecting you when you've worked damn hard to gain the power you have today. It hurts me to see you go through so much every single day, and men like that just...dismissing you because of one thing you lack."

Maya watched you patiently, waiting for you to finish. This was one thing you loved about her; her willingness to listen, even if she couldn't physically do so. She always made sure you knew you had her attention, and would accordingly respond to you.

"I can handle myself," she smiled, "but I appreciate how much you care about me. You looked adorable, by the way."

"I'm sorry, though," you signed, looking down a bit ashamed.

"Don't be," she signed, before gently tilting your head up by putting a hand under your chin. You noticed how close she was to you. You could se every detail of her face, from the way her brows were so perfectly arched, to her deep brown eyes holding every emotion that even words couldn't describe, and to her soft lips, which were now curved into the slightest of amused smiles.

"Aggressive or not, you stood up for me, and I will always appreciate that," she signed, her eyes gleaming a bit with genuineness. "I love you so much, and it warms my heart to see how much you care about me."

You didn't reply as the words from her elegant hands didn't just strike a chord within you. It composed a whole symphony.

You grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a tight hug, tucking your face into her neck as you mumbled. She didn't need to see your hands moving to know what you had to say. You'd whispered those three, four words against her skin enough number of times for her to judge the way your lips moved, and how the vibrations felt against her skin.

"I love you too."

THE END.

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mebemilena · 3 months

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We fight and break up, we kiss and make up

A/N: i need more maya lopez x reader. Saw someone saying they'd go a far as writing some themselves and i thought the same. Also, i'm a sucker for her fighting. And i really wish i'd come up with better titles, i'm usually good at it.

tittle from Hot n Cold by Katy Perry

pairing: Maya Lopez x Reader prompt: "there is only one bed" summary: Kingpin sent you to follow Maya until Tamaha.

Maya felt something was off. She spent the whole day feeling like someone was watching her but couldn't find any observers, thinking it could be a little bit of paranoid.

She went out for a walk by the lake and felt the soft breeze on her skin, closing her eyes for a minute or two. Her calm was interrupted by that sensation again, like someone was staring holes to her nape.

Maya turned around but saw nothing suspicious, only the wind stroking the trees. She turned back on track and was startled to see you, your nose just a few inches from hers. She took a step back. "What the hell!", she signed. "What the fuck are you doing here?", her expression was a mix of rage and frustration, you couldn't decide.

It all started too quickly. You found yourself throwing punches at each other, as far as you almost falling on the river. Maya kicked your ribs and pushed you on a tree, making you wince in pain. You jumped on her, your legs too fast for her to follow and you kept going like you were dancing all around each other, not really trying to hurt each other anymore, just contain the rage on both of you.

But then she held your leg up after you tried to kick her sides and threw on the ground again. You laid there, eyes closed while catching your breath.

Maya made a face at you and left, walking to the house. You followed her and grabbed her wrist. "I'm here to take you home, Maya! Fisk sent me.", you explained like it wasn't obvious.

Fisk knew the effect you had on Maya, she had a sweet tooth for you. If there was anyone who could make her do anything just by asking nicely, that'd be you. That's why she hadn't said goodbye when she left New York, she knew if you had asked her to stay she'd consider it.

You stood there just looking at her for a moment, taking in her image. "I'm not gonna ask you to come back. I just wanted to see if you're okay.", you told her.

Maya seemed to contemplate. She liked you, that much was true, but she didn't know on which side you'd stand and, before she could ask, you claryfied.

"I'm with you, Maya. Always.", you were sincere, she knew.

Maya took you to her house as if she didn't know you had already looked the place over. "We're not gonna play a cat and mouse game.", she signed. "You stay the night and leave by morning, no breakfast included.".

You sighed heavily but agreed, confident you could convince her to at least have a meal with you, to chat and maybe something more.

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"There's only one bed.", Maya calmly signed to you, arching an eyebrow when you threw yourself on her bed. You looked around, then faced her. "Where will you sleep?", you joked.

"Funny.", she replied, getting herself ready to wash and brush her teeth.

Maya watched you walk around the bedroom, gathering your toothbrush and a pair of clothes. She had gone through her night routine herself and was ready to take some well deserved rest, but you were not sleepy and that'd be a problem.

You left the toilet wearing shorts and a clean oversized Pantera shirt, feeling her eyes on you as Maya followed your moves. You stretched your arms above your head and settled right next to her in bed, facing her with a dreamy smile.

"This is not a honeymoon.", Maya told you, but you just smiled wilder.

"Understand?", she insisted, facing away from you for a second before turning back and laying her head on the same pillow, her eyes on you again as if she tried to read your mind.

"I missed you.", you signed. "I wanted to text you but i was hurt that you left.", you explained, your heart on your sleeve as usual, but just for her.

Maya waited until you finished. "I won't apologize. I did what i had to", she told you.

"Of course.", you finished.

- - -

The cold air entered the bedroom through the opened window. You tossed in the sheets, realizing you were totally uncovered.

You looked around just to see Maya very well asleep, the blanket all around her like a burrito, her back facing you. You rolled your eyes before hugging her from behind, tapping on her shoulder and humming your lips to her nape. That was almost an inside joke of you two, a code for "cuddle me".

She woke up but moved just enough for you to have a piece of the blanket too. You took your chance to hug her again, feeling the warmth of her skin. Your hand stopped by her hips and she turned around, looking into your eyes for the hundredth time now.

Maya kissed you on the lips. Softly. She tossed a bit and hugged you, her head under your chin. She kissed your throat and you smiled, your arms around her and your legs tangled.

You fell asleep planning to surprise her with some eggs and bacon by the morning.

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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 3 months

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Owning a cat w/ Maya Lopez hc

a/n: I would die if she looked at me like that istg. ANYWHO writing fluff is a little easier for me than smut and I'm pretty busy with school and work but I can't get these fucking ideas out of my head so I had to write a lil something! Hope y'all like it! Also to the people who follow me for tlou dw I haven't abandoned it I just... I mean look at her!

Men (cis) and minors dni!!!

Warnings: none, just fluff (romantic and cat), reader is hearing bc im hearing and i would feel uncomfortable writing a deaf y/n bc i dont know what its like sorry

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Pre-hawkeye:

She would come home to your shared appartment one day and would be confused as to why you hadn't come to greet her at the door like you usually do.

She figures you're probably sleeping since it was late and she and the tracksuits have been busy all night so she sits on the couch to unwind.

You suddenly get her attention when you walk out with an excited yet guilty grin on your face. She gives you a tired smile back and asks you why you're still up. You tell her you have a surprise for her and run out of the room.

Seconds later, you come back with a skinny orange cat with a dirty nose and place it on the couch next to her so you can tell her, "I was walking home and I heard rustling and he was just hungry and cold and he needed me I swear"

And she just looks at you like in the gif, raising her eyebrow, wondering if you're actually serious.

After enough staring she just sighs, looks at the cat and then back to you and asks, "what's his name?"

After her initial resistance to form a bond with Bobby (she argued about the name but his ears perked up when you said his it and she couldn't help but smile when you jumped with excitement), she finds herself petting him to soothe herself and putting her face on his side when he purrs.

She tolerates most of the things he does but she will literally push him away when he lies on your chest because that's her spot. Not even in a sexual way. She just likes the softness of your chest and if you're skin to skin she can vaguely feel your heartbeat which usually rocks her to sleep.

Post-echo

You share a house in Tamaha and you both go out to take a walk in a nearby forest. About 20 minutes into your walk, you stop, holding her back because you hold hands as soon as you leave the house. She asks you what's wrong and you tell her you hear something crying.

You search the area for a few minutes before you find a young, black and white kitten. As soon as she sees it, Maya knows it would break her heart and yours to save it and not keep it so you bring it back home, bathe it and feed it.

You leave Maya and the kitten to go pick up some supplies and when you come back, you sneak into the kitchen to see her sliding her fingers across the table as the kitten wiggles its butt, ready to pounce.

Once it does, she's able to grab its tiny body and bring it to her face, giving it tons of kisses. You put a hand on her shoulder and she turns to you, blushing slightly. "Should I be jealous?" you ask, giggling.

She lets the kitten crawl back onto the floor as she stands up, forcing you to look up at her. "Sweetheart there's nothing on earth I could love more than you." she signs slowly, loving the way you become shy when she expresses her love for you.

You look back up at her face and see the soft smile she reserves for you and you can't help but lean into her soft lips as she grabs your waist. You think you could stay like this forever until you hear a loud, high-pitched meow. You look down and see that the little rascal is pawing at Maya's leg and screaming like there's no tomorrow.

You bend down to pick it up and it licks your face as you bring it to your neck. When you look back at Maya, she's giving you a toothy grin. "What?"

She kisses you and then the kitten's forhead and signs "My perfect little family".

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a/n: I was going somewhere with this and then i was just in my imagination and i remembered this is a hc about a cat so anywayyyyy i love her sm shes literally my wife fr she told me

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moonlit-imagines · 1 month

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

Maya watched as you and Kazi broke into laughter, bright blushing cheeks and wide smiles, your chests rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. She read his lips and watched him scoot a bit closer to you, extending his arm behind the bench you sat at. He fist tightened as she continued to watch, wondering how far he’d be willing to go.

He was saying something like, “I could take you there sometime, just me and you. Maybe next week would work?” She noticed you nod and felt a rising heat in her head. Kazi moved his hand to brush your cheek and that’s when Maya stepped in, clapping to get your attention.

Get back to work, Kazi! You’re not getting paid to flirt! She signed quite aggressively, noticing your eyes widen and deciding to take it down a notch. Kazi looked visibly embarrassed.

Sorry, won’t happen again. He lowered his head and walked away from you, making sure he turned his back to Maya so she couldn’t see the eye roll he gave her on the way out. You awkwardly chuckled and Maya took Kazi’s seat beside you.

Is he bothering you? She questioned and you quickly shook your head, thinking you got him in trouble. I would steer clear of him, y/n. He’s going to hurt you. Your expression dropped slightly and she grabbed your hand gently.

I’ll be careful.

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crappy-writings · 2 years

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Marvel | Maya Lopez (Echo)

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Imagine… Maya letting you drive her car | Fluff

Work by: @moonlit-imagines

Last updated: September 21, 2022

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ramen-flavored · 4 months

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WHY ISNT ECHO GETTING MORE ATTENTION

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magecrafts · 3 months

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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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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Maya leads a bruised Y/N into their hideaway…

The two sign to each other…

Maya: (signs) you need a shower

Y/N: (signs) what I need is a first aid kit

Maya: thank you for having my back

Y/N: always

Maya hugs Y/N and then kisses them…

Maya: you need a shower and so do I

Maya strips off her top and heads to the bathroom…

Y/N swiftly follows…

For @konstantin609

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certifiedbandicootplaya · 4 months

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okay so you’re gonna sit there and tell me there is NO MAYA LOPEZ/ECHO fanfic! Like absolute NONE.

#maya lopez #maya lopez x reader #echo #marvel echo #echo x reader

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yelena-belovas-gun · 3 months

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Last Resort Pt. 1 (Maya Lopez)

Summary: When Maya needs medical attention, you end up being her last resort. This, however, stirs up some unwanted, dormant feelings.

Maya Lopez x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: blood, wounds, breakup, swearing.

Note: i'm not a doctor, so the procedures for the patching up are probably very inaccurate, so bear with me, i tried my best...also, bold are the flashbacks. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Maya only narrowly escaped Fisk's men, who wanted her dead after she shot him in the face. The bullet in her abdomen was nothing short of agonising, and she let out a guttural moan of pain as she slumped against a wall.

The alleys of New York were dark, thank god, otherwise she'd have been spotted much faster than she'd have liked. The smell of the nearby dumpster made her nose wrinkle, but the sudden stab of pain in her abdomen distracted her.

It was only when she pulled her jacket over her shoulders and went out of the alley did she notice exactly which building she was in front of.

She remembered it vividly, from all the times she'd come here for nights too sinful to speak of, or too painful to remember.

The neon lights of the diner buzzed and flickered, casting a red tinge on the multicoloured sidewalk. She went towards the small side door from where she could enter the apartment building's lobby, and pushed the metal door open with a loud 'screech'.

She limped towards the elevator, and practically dragged herself inside. Her vision was getting dimmer, and the darkness lasted a bit longer each time she blinked. When she put a hand to her abdomen gingerly, it came away sticky, red, and wet.

She pulled open the door and despite having come there hundreds of times, she counted down the doors till she reached the one she wanted.

With a trembling hand and a disregard for all the thoughts rushing one after the other in her mind, she rang the doorbell.

You'd just gotten off after a very tiring shift. You were dead on your feet, and all you wanted to do was eat dinner and crash. However, the second you'd bitten into the burrito you'd just pulled out of the microwave, your doorbell rang.

You groaned in annoyance and walked over, opening it without looking through the peephole.

But the moment your eyes landed on the person, you wished you had.

Your hands came up, trembling, as you signed in disbelief, "Maya?!"

She looked at you with a raised brow and looked at you with an annoyed look on her face.

"Can I come in?" She signed, agitated.

Your brow furrowed and your fists clenched before you replied, "No, why the hell are you here at all?!"

She rolled her eyes, but knew better than to push past you. She knew you well enough that if she did that, she would definitely get a swift punch to the face.

"I need help. I wouldn't be here unless I was desperate," she replied, her brow still arched as she glanced down either sides of the corridor.

You rolled your eyes, "You said that you'll never see me again," you glared at her, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "What, did you lie about that, too?"

That last statement hurt. And it hurt more than Maya cared to admit. It was true that the pair of you hadn't ended it on good terms, and it was definitely true that her white lies had all come together to form a mess which broke the person she'd cared about the most.

Her abdomen gave another stab of pain, as if reminding her that she wasn't here for petty arguments.

The moment you saw her wince, your brows went up in concern, even though you wanted to maintain your irritated façade. You ushered her in, and shut the door, pushing her towards the couch.

She decided not to be difficult for once, and sat down as she waited for you to bring out your first-aid kit.

Your black cat, Kaz, meowed and leapt up on the couch beside her, rubbing himself against her arm. She felt the edges of her lips turn up in a small smile as she put a hand up to gently scratch behind his ears.

You stood in front of her after a moment, arms crossed and looking at her as if you wanted to say, 'what am I going to do with you?'. Instead, you settled for signing, "Bullet, or blade?"

She sighed slightly and leaned back in exasperation. "Bullet," she replied.

She didn't have to hear to know that you'd rolled your eyes and called her an idiot.

"Take off your shirt," you signed, grabbing a stool and sitting on front of her. Seeing her slightly bewildered expression, you looked at her with a disgusted and annoyed glare, "Not in that way, you pervert."

She rolled her eyes at your comment and yanked off her jacket, then her shirt. When you both were together, she'd almost always come home injured, and wouldn't ever feel awkward when you'd ask her to take off the obstructing fabric.

But right now, she honestly wanted to shrivel up and disappear into the couch cushions.

You didn't even flinch at how badly her wound was bleeding, and proceeded to grab a pair of what she thought looked like very large tweezers. You pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves and turned your wrists to ease them up.

You signed up at her, "Better bite down on something, cause I can't guarantee that this won't hurt."

She didn't even have time to think before you picked up the tweezers again, and began to pull out the bullet with a hand so steady, an assassin would be jealous.

Pain tore through every atom in her body, and it took everything in her not to scream in pain. She instead settled for a very pronounced groan of pain as her fists clenched. She bit down on the knuckles of her right fist, eyes clenching shut as she waited for it to be over.

After what felt like forever, she felt the pain subside, till it was no more like her whole internal organ system was being set on fire, but more like her abdomen had just been run over several times.

No biggie.

"Worst part's over?" She asked. She noticed you tensing up, and regretted her choice of words. That was kind of her signature statement from before you both broke up. After she'd have asked that question, you would kiss her forehead and look at her very apologetically if the answer was no, and with a bit of relief if it was a yes.

You decided to harden your heart as it fluttered, and as your body tensed with painful memory. It took you everything not to kiss her forehead and reply as you used to, so you settled for a curt 'no'.

She felt your hands gently cleaning out the leftover blood from around her wound, and made every effort not to whimper. Whether it was out of pain or heartache, she had no idea.

Your touch was familiar, gentle, and memory-invoking. It made her heart flutter and hurt at the same time, and it made her want to cry of both sadness and relief.

At least your touch towards her was the same.

You tapped on her knee, catching her attention. "I don't have the proper anaesthesia for this, so I have to do it without," you signed. "Think you can handle that kind of pain?"

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes and signed. "I've handled worse."

Her cocky reply made you want to strangle her. However, your feelings were slowly conflicted, but you shoved them down with a force even the toughest wrestler would be jealous of.

'She's a liar, a backstabber, and she doesn't want you anymore,' you thought to yourself. 'You're just doing your job.'

"Alright, little miss stupid," you rolled your eyes and took off the first set of gloves and grabbed another after signing. "If you're so damn tough, then I refuse to have you holding my shoulder with a death grip."

She rolled her eyes again, "Just patch me up, you asshole. I didn't ask for any commentary,"

"And I didn't ask for you to be here," you signed in irritation. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?"

Maya winced and squeezed her eyes shut again as you threaded the needle and she felt the first agonising prick of it against the raw skin of her wound. Luckily, the moment was dissolved in a flood of memory.

"How does this happen every single time I patch you up?" You had signed, after you stitched up yet another bullet wound of hers.

She'd smiled sheepishly and signed, "I'm sorry, but that's what the job demands." "Well you're damn lucky I'm a nurse," you signed in a bit of annoyance before you put the first aid kit away.

You gasped when Maya's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and she pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. It wasn't lustful, just innocent and apologetic.

"I am sorry," she finger-spelled with her arms still around you, resting her cheek against your shoulder as she inhaled your scent. It was an intoxicating, feminine scent of chrysanthemums, which always made her feel safe.

"You're lucky that I love you," you signed, turning around in her embrace to face her. She gazed into your eyes, waiting for your lips to twitch up in that adorable smile of yours, which made your eyes crinkle and your face practically glow.

After a moment, you did break into a smile, and she couldn't help but laugh softly. There it was. The smile which kept her going, the smile which made her less reckless.

The smile which lit up the darkness within her with a blinding light.

Now, there was no smile. Your brow was creased, eyes squinted in concentration. Your hand remained steady, as you slowly, patiently closed up her wound.

She kept her fists clenched, her teeth pressed against each other with the force of her jaw practically pushing them up into the gums. She only made the softest of groans here and there, refusing to grab onto you.

"Done," you signed after an agonisingly long period. "Now you leave. Do not, and I repeat, do not do anything which might stretch your abdomen. If these stitches open out, I recommend you either do it yourself with dental floss and a sewing needle, or go to the goddamn ER like a normal human being in medical crisis would."

"You talk too much," she signed, groaning as she stood. Her body had cramped up with how tense she'd become, and her muscles were killing her.

"You comment too much," you rolled your eyes. "Now, leave. I'm not doing any more favours."

"Fine," she scoffed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, still keeping an annoyed expression on your face. "Out."

"Okay," she shrugged and grabbed her bag, leaving your house.

It was only when she'd reached home that she realised...

...she'd left her leather jacket on your couch.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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mebemilena · 3 months

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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.

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