#matador fanfiction

[tytarax2]

Song: Faster 'n Harder by 6arelyhuman & kets4eki

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows as you stand in front of him. His eyes are on you, filled with a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation. It's the first time the two of you are testing this, and you can tell he’s unsure, but there's a flicker of excitement there too.

You step closer, your fingers trailing lightly across his chest, making his breath hitch. "Relax," you murmur, your voice low and soothing, but with a hint of command. "Trust me." He nods, swallowing hard, his gaze locked on yours as he waits for your next move.

With a slight smile, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, and he does so without hesitation. The tension in the air thickens as you take control, your presence strong and confident. You lean in, brushing your lips just lightly over his, but pulling back before he can deepen the kiss. His eyes flutter shut, a soft exhale escaping him, but you keep your distance, watching his reaction.

"Hands behind your back," you say softly, and his eyes snap open, a flush creeping up his neck as he complies. The vulnerability in his posture sends a rush through you, knowing he’s letting you take the lead.

You circle him slowly, your fingertips grazing his skin as you move, teasing him, watching his muscles tense and relax. "You're doing good," you whisper in his ear, and you can feel him shiver. There's a mix of excitement and restraint in the way he holds himself, waiting for whatever you decide to do next.

"Don't move," you add, your tone firmer this time and his breath catch. You step back, letting the moment out, the tension between you growing with every passing second. You can see the way he’s trying to hold himself steady, following your command even though every part of him wants to reach out for you.

This game of control is new, thrilling, and you both know it’s only the beginning.

Kinktober

[movieexpert1978]

Crescendo - Chapter 5 - movieexpert1978 - Matador (TV 2014) [Archive of Our Own]

Final chapter is up for my Andres Galan story. I'm sorry it took so long. I've just been really struggling with writing lately and don't have any inspiration/ideas. There is domestic violence in this chapter.

[little-strawberry100]

Im now doing Escaped Audio characters after getting permission (I didn't now if it was allowed to write but he said it was 100% Okay :3 ) So if you like the characters that are listed in the Masterlist then drop a request in the Box! Thank You!!

[musings-of-a-rose]

Tony Bravo Masterlist

*=indicates smut or eventual smut (see fic warnings for details)

One Shots:

Coming Soon

Series Masterlists:

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[kiyamahirotoff]

Time for another poll:

[drgrlfriend]

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Oof, this was a tough one! There were two sections to choose between in particular, and I'm going with the one that's more sweet and less smoky, because it's the winterhawk one and not the SamSteve one. I figure you might prefer this one. ^_^

It runs the fingers through the dog’s fur as it sits against the wall with the dog’s head in the lap, and it listens to the sounds in the suite of rooms that are for assets. Thump thump goes the dog’s tail. Prrp prrp goes the little cat. And splish splash goes the other asset in the other asset’s bathroom.

It imagines the other asset under the water, the rivulets running clean down the planes and contours of the other asset’s torso. The other asset has a very good torso. 

Strong and well-defined and healthy. Just the right amount of hardness, and just the right amount of softness. A perfect torso, and with a few marks on it to show that the other asset has healed from injuries, has suffered and persevered and made it through.

The water shuts off in the other asset’s bathroom. Now the other asset will be dripping water instead of having water running so fast in small streams along the skin. Next the other asset will be patting a towel everywhere and then wrapping a towel around the hips. 

Before, the other asset would have come out into the living room with just the towel, would have searched through the piles of soft clothes to wear. It would have been able to look at the other asset’s body, to trace the eyes over the other asset’s skin and admire the other asset’s shoulders and arms, the way the muscles move all along the other asset’s back.

There would only have been a few moments, a narrow window of time in which to observe the other asset so closely, but they would have been very good moments. 

Now, the other asset has a closet full of soft clothes to choose from right there in the room, and will not need to come out of the nesting room at all until fully dressed. It has made this happen by putting the other asset’s soft clothes up in the other asset’s closet. It has only itself to blame for the closing of the window, the hiding of the other asset’s body.

But now it gets to look at the other asset’s form through the soft clothes that the asset wears, and the window is all day long, because the other asset is not wearing the horrible baggy pants that it hates so much or the t-shirts that are so loose it cannot see any of the other asset’s muscles working under the fabric.

It is a sacrifice of one thing—the sight of the other asset in the towel—in order to get another thing—the sight of the other asset all day long in good-looking soft clothes. A sacrifice that was worth it, even if now it has to imagine the other asset in the towel and does not get to see the other asset in the towel. 

It had been able to see the other asset in a snug t-shirt while the other asset lifted weights in the training room after the afternoon session with Yasmin, and then put the pieces of the tree for cats into order. And without any pain. Order that did not come through pain. 

There had been effort, though; exertion, sweat. The other asset’s t-shirt had been damp enough to cling to the other asset’s entire torso while lifting the weights, and it had been almost as good as seeing the other asset in a towel. And the other asset’s hair had curled slightly around the edges of the other asset’s face. 

Beautiful.

The other asset is so beautiful, so industrious, so full of energy to put the tree for cats into order like that after lifting all the weights. The sitting down and the crouching and the getting up. The way the other asset’s thighs had moved and shifted beneath the jeans. The way the other asset’s t-shirt had revealed just a thin strip of the other asset’s skin when the other asset squatted down. 

It sighs. It wishes there had been time to put the other two trees for cats into order, as well. It would watch the other asset work for hours if it was able to.

Thanks for the ask!!

[offshoreoilrig]

now that vampires and cowboys and pirates and greek myths are over the fanfiction transmascs should get into adopting spanish matador aesthetics. the queer history of bullfighting. all it will take is one single season streaming tv show and people will be needle felting those gay little hats and bedazzling outfits

[audioroleplayconfessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/audioroleplayconfessions/733894052580327424/i-cant-get-into-other-audio-roleplays-because-the

Answering the questions!

Thank you Admin! ♪⁠ ⁠\⁠(⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠\⁠ ⁠)

I like a heathly combination of fluff and plot though I don't mind either on their own. I prefer cinematic stories with more parts!

Slow burn is definitely a favorite of mine! I like all genres but I do have a preference for fantasy storylines.

I absolutely avoid the fan made y/n-esque audio rp with already existing characters i.e Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, no hate to the ones who like or make those, props to the voice impressions. I find it amazing they could imitate the voices but they just aren't for me though. Original characters are much more my thing.

Otherwise I'm fine with regards to everything else!

So far I only like GBA, Redacted and Sundew. I prefer soft, gentle mid-ranged to deeper voices. I like deep voices but I don't think I'd like a voice as deep as the mariana trench lol. Higher pitched voices also aren't my thing and if it's too whispery then it won't do it for me as well.

I'm pretty picky ain't I? Apologies if this is inconvenient, I have no one to ask for recommendations and I'm particularly new to the community (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Warmest regards, much love, numerous thanks and salutations,

T.

Oh, I have some recommendations for you! My opinions are a bit biased here (I have a very strong preference for plot-heavy audios over fluff) but it looks like a lot of my favorites suit your tastes. I dislike fanfiction stuff too, especially MHA stuff and I also prefer gentle voice ranges that aren't too high or too low.

I'll give you a few recommendations.

#1: Escaped Audios! He's the very best VA at making you feel like you are living in a movie. All of his stories are heartfelt and exciting, most have slow-burn romances. Most of his characters have a gentle, mid-range voice that isn't too high or too deep (though he as a couple deeper voiced characters). I like his style of acting because he sounds very sincere and "real" when he talks. My two favorite playlists from him are Matador Gothic (his dramatic vampire slayer adventure) and The New Jersey Rats (a mafia-themed Romantic comedy).

I've followed him since Matador Gothic came out a little over a year ago but he's only recently started to gain hype after being super under-rated for a long time. If you like GBA's style of story telling you'll probably like him too. The only downside you might experience is that his stories usually don't leave a lot of room for fluff, so there are no cuddle audios or sleep aids etc on his channel. That said he's my current favorite, is incredibly creative and original, and he's amazing at supercharging my brain with serotonin.

#2: Obsidian Lantern. He has some of the most immersive sound production of any VA I've ever seen. Some of his earlier stuff is a little weird and clumsy but once he catches his footing he's great. His voice is very gentle and comforting to me, and he'll even speak a little Spanish sometimes.

His Gator Boys series is great and actually ties in with the lore of a few other VA's universes! I also really like his Merfolk series. He also plays around with common tropes while putting his own unique spin on them and I really like that too. He also makes all of his own art, and he not only draws thumbnails but actually makes illustrations of the scenes in his audios which is super cool. Overall really great, I think you'd like him.

#3. ZSaku VA. His playlists start out a little slow but over time his style evolved to be more cinematic. I really like his Vampire series (the Xanthus playlist) and his two interconnected crime series (The Elias and Issac playlists). They're good from the outset and just get better. Lately he's been making higher-stakes stories with more collabs and I love that. He's also collabed with a bunch of the other people I mentioned, which I love to see.

He has a nice balance between fluff and story-telling, and lots of his plots/characters connect to one another. If you like Redacted Audio you'll probably like ZSaku. The only downside is that he takes a long time in between episodes of each series, and works on multiple series at the same time, so if you really get into one playlist you might end up feeling a bit impatient.

#4: YuuriVoice. He's got a rotating cast of characters and he's one of my long-time comfort channels. He has ongoing plots throughout all of his series, but his stuff is mostly character-based. It's worth listening to everything and getting attached to his characters, as their development gets better and more complex over time.

He can do a pretty broad range of voices too, and they all feel unique and fresh. He has done some MHA/fanfic type audios before in the past but over time he transitioned to focusing on his own original characters and I love all of them.

#5: Shining Armor ASMR. I like him more as a comfort/fun/fluff channel. A great channel for listening to little bite sized audios with fun character concepts and lower stakes. I also like his voice and his accent, and it's fun seeing him do different voices within his accent. Definitely more on the fluff side but I think you'd appreciate him!

That's about it! There are more channels I like but based on your tastes I think you would like those channels. Also, honorable mention to Desmond ASMR. I love him but he's been on hiatus for like a year now!

Feel free to leave your own recommendations/cosigns/etc in the comments and reblogs.

Love, Ringmaster.

[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

This post contains all the spoilers about 10.21 and 10.22. Ye be warned.

Another Warning; I'm about to bitch.   I started writing this about 45 minutes after the final episode ended. I was going to write it in a few days, but I really need to vent if I'm going to get any sleep tonight.

It should be said that while I still love the show and the characters, and the final episodes were not objectively terrible, I had a list of things that I wanted and I got none of them. So I'm going to sound off on that.

It doesn't change how I feel about the show overall, and I'll go back to saying positive things about the show afterwards, but at the moment that I'm writing this I'm pissed, and I'm going to express it.

I remember one of the producers was quoted as saying that Ressler would be front and center when Reddington's fate was decided. What? There was no decision here. Who decided something?? Not Ressler.

And it did feel like that was coming. It looked like Ressler would be the one to catch up with him and decide whether to take him in or let him go. And I'm not just talking about the last 15 minutes, it felt like that all the way through. The other characters kind of had to declare where they stood, to some degree (dembe and Harold got off the hook) and Ressler didn't really do that. I feel cheated.

I feel cheated on many levels. From 8 years of mysteries laid out that were never answered, to dodging the central question of the show's premise, to ditching the Red/Dembe relationship which was simply the most beautiful male friendship and defined both characters, and finally, no mention of Elizabeth in the end.

What the hell is going on with Dembe? He was asked how he felt about what he was doing, and he couldn't answer. And he never did explain why. What exactly did he think would happen when Reddington was brought in? The man's already been sentenced to death.  Argh.  Makes no sense. In the end the core of Dembe's character makes no sense because they didn't explain it, or address his original stated purpose of wanting to save Reddington's soul.  The monologue covered the past, but not the present.  Bad job.

When that story of The Matador first came up, and the allusion was made that Reddington needs to risk his life to feel alive, I cried bullshit at the time. That's not the character that I've been watching. He is content with whatever life brings, he is fearless, but he does not need to seek risk to make life worthwhile. He is just as happy with peace and quiet, WHICH THEY SPENT A LOT OF TIME DEMONSTRATING IN THE LAST HALF HOUR.

So this ultimate ending with the bull just sucks balls. They're trying to imply that he chose the risk, and chose the manner of  his death, because risk is his thing, like the Matador.

Hell to the no.

And where does that leave Agnes?? God damn it, that's too much tragedy.  No, I cannot presume she's going to be okay with losing him.  I want to kick something. The show ended so very far away from what the first eight years were about; Red's relationship with Liz, and thereafter with Agnes.

I'm going to have to get my ass in gear and actually write some fanfiction. I've done only a handful of longer pieces over the last 20 years, and I recognize that I'm neither good nor proficient at it. But I don't think I can let this rest.

I'm still wound up in The Blacklist, and I don't see myself getting another fandom anytime soon. I get burnt out at the end. After many years they end in ways that aren't satisfying and I wonder why I should let myself get emotionally involved in another story.  There are some showrunners whose names I have learned because of this and will actively not watch a show they produce. I don't think that's the case here, but it might be quite some time, if ever, that I let myself fall in love with fiction like this again. Why do they need to b**** slap us, the audience who followed them for years, in the end??  Is there some kind of perception that a happy ending is somehow detrimental to their audience??

It affects the rewatchability of the show, you know? It's hard to get invested in something when you know the ending is disappointing.

Ok, ok.  It may not be the writer's fault. They always said they were going to concretely reveal Red's identity, and that didn't happen. I believe that is the network interfering with the writers. And I feel like that may have happened on more than just Red's identity. I mean... A bull.  As in, we can't write what we want to, so here's some b*******. If that was the deliberate choice, kudos to the writers. Well played. If it wasn't their intention to draw in that phrase...well. They walked right into that one.

I realize there probably isn't much of an audience for what I'll be writing, but I need to write it for myself.  It is sad to me that the fandom for The Blacklist seems to be so small. There was so much material here, and so many of the people I've known for my past fandoms could have loved it as passionately as I did, and written far more and far better than I ever could. I think if they had confirmed Redarina directly it actually would have accomplished that. The people I've been close to in past fandoms are wildly supportive of LGBTQ and would have been attracted to this character's story based on his being trans.  What are missed opportunity.

Can we get this to be a George RR Martin situation?  Where the original Creator puts out a book that contains his own ending and ignores this one?

I'm going to see about getting that first fiction written as quickly as I can. But until then, let this be said for the record;

Donald Ressler got Reddington to a hospital, and after a lengthy recovery, during which Weecha concluded that life with Reddington is not for her, Red walked free, called Agnes, and welcomed Dembe back to his side, as Red had retired from crime. They both went in search of, and found, Anne.

Addition; posting this the following morning. I did not get any sleep. I need to stop letting fiction do that to me.

[hesitantsorrows]

Jigsaw as Ronin, inspired by @flamingo-queen-writes 's amazing fanfiction Blue-eyed matador

[atiyasnake]

Thank you for the tag!!<3 @oliveofvanders (even if I am super late now lol, this was in my drafts from last year)

Last song you listened to: Matador by  Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

Currently Watching: I’m in the mood to rewatch World War Z today so it’ll probably be that.

Currently Reading: Way too much Fanfiction that I’ve subscribed. And I have a pretty big TBR pile that needs my attention. I think I might decide to read Sleeping Giants by Sylvian Neuvel.

Current Obsession: the DPxDC crossover since like Feb 2023. First saw it on tumblr and got hooked into beginning to write for it. But also working on my bnha fics. 

Nine (or so) People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

I've been tagged twice in this game, so I should probably finally go ahead and do it. First by @drivingthesehillsaway like a week ago. Sorry I didn't reply sooner! I was in the middle of something and sent it to my drafts and then forgot about it. And I was tagged again today by @stealingyourbones. Both threads had a lot of replies, so I figured I'd just make a new chain.

Rules: Answer the 4 questions and tag 9 people you'd like to know better.

Last Song You Listened To:

It's a fantastic song. Everything by this artist is amazing and I cannot recommend him enough.

Currently Watching: I'm part of the way through a rewatch of Good Omens Season 2 because holy shit.

Currently Reading: Excluding fanfic, I'm most of the way through an audiobook of Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb. I took a break to watch Good Omens, though, but I think I can go back to it. A lot of exciting things are going down.

Current Obsession: Well, it should be pretty obvious that the main one is the DPxDC crossover fandom. But there's also Good Omens. And my hands are itching to pick up my crochet hook and finish the second panel of the blanket I'm making. It doesn't take much to rekindle my obsessions for Jane Austen, Newsies, and the Bandstand Musical, either.

And 9 people I'd like to know better! I'm gonna tag people I don't talk to very often (or ever) because this is who I want to know. (No pressure, though.) In no particular order, and this in no way encapsulates all of you:

@gremlin-bot, @addie-lover-of-stories, @sangotori, @sjrose1216, @vythika96, @thederpclub, @georgelight, @foxachu, @serasvictoria02

[writingsofhubris-a]

Throne

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 2477 Tags: charity auction, sofa sex, teasing, Fandom: Matador Ship: Andres Galan/Reader Disc: Volunteered by your boss for a buy a bachelor event, you hadn’t exactly wanted to attend and be auctioned, even if it was for a good event. But Andres? You didn’t find you minded when he won.

You hadn’t wanted to be a part of this event, but no one else at your company had been willing to volunteer. The rules had been explicit: Your boundaries would be respected no matter what, and it would only be for twenty four hours; seven PM to six thirty PM the next day. 

And, your company would reimburse any expenses you may need to be reimbursed for.

Being auctioned off to rich bachelors did have its draws, though. The thought of men betting at least your annual salary just to spend a night with you? That was addictive. 

“And I have thirty thousand dollars for this fine man on stage. Now don’t forget folks, he’s got a silver tongue to match his sterling personality. Going once, going twice…” 

“Fifty thousand dollars.” The gently accented voice rang through everyone, and you saw the paddle of the man who’d just bid on you slowly lowering. He was handsome, that was for sure. pretty in a way that was rarely successful in this town. 

Salt and pepper on his face, curls at the nape of his neck, you really hoped that he won the bidding match quite suddenly. 

“I have fifty thousand dollars, do I hear fifty five?” A paddle was raised in response. 

“Sixty, do I hear sixty thousand?” Another paddle. “Eighty thousand dollars!” His paddle was up again, and you glanced at the auctioneer, hoping he’d pick up on what you were trying to tell him; that you wanted the man to win. 

“Eighty thousand going once! Twice! Our charming bachelor is sold to Andres Galan.” You let your smile ring through brightly to the other guests, before making your way to Andres, letting your hand trail over his shoulder as a way of greeting. 

He was a handsome man, that was for sure. You’d only heard of him in any capacity as the owner of the LA Riots owner until now, but he was more attractive than you’d realized he was. 

“Buenas noches,” Andres greeted you, allowing your hand to slide into his, only for his hand to lift to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“Good evening, Mr Galan,” you replied, allowing the space to disappear between you. 

Nerves rang through your stomach for the rest of the auction, watching a few others that you had met be auctioned for high prices. Good numbers for the children’s network you were supporting, at least.

You didn’t know where you’d been expecting to be taken to, but a lovely steakhouse, mostly silent for the night, hadn’t been one of them. The delicious food was incomparable, but it was dulled by the captivating topics that Andres offered your ears. He was fascinating in the most straightforward way; a man who had worked his way from the bottom up, who had supported the small family that he had, the man who had figured out what it was that was keeping his family safe. 

“I had no idea what types of cell phones were popular, what cell phones were even common, when I showed up in LA. I had no idea other than my own illusions and desires to be truth. I didn’t allow that to stop me. It was hard when I first came here, just me and my daughter. But I made it work, I allowed Cinna a life she would not have gotten in Mexico.” Listening to him was heaven on earth, the accent fluttering over your skin. 

“You made a choice no one should have to make. Betterment of their children, or their home. I think you make the right choice.” Your hand moved to his, resting on the top of the table. 

“Thank you,” Andres said, a smile on his lips. 

“Don’t thank me for the truth, Andres.” 

Your food was served just then, interrupting any more votes of confidence. Your eyes rarely left him over the next few hours. 

“And I believe this is you,” Andres said, the gears in the car shifting into park. The hour had barely hit eleven; not even four of the twenty four hours he’d won tonight. There was no obligation to complete the full twenty four hours, that had been made explicitly clear to you. 

Andres’ knee was solid under your hand, thumb rubbing a soothing rhythm into the muscle. The darkness of the road made you more willing to run your hand up his thigh, feeling the flesh under the soft material of his pants. You could tell by the feel of the fabric he took pride in his appearance. 

“It would be… If you didn’t have another eighteen hours of my company, Mr. Galan. Are you going to use them?” Your hand slid up the inside of his thigh, and his fingers moved to your jaw, tilting your face to his. The firmness softened after a few moments, his thumb brushing over your jaw. 

“Do you want to spend more time with me?” 

“More than you know.” 

The ride to his house was long. It was filled with tension, with a desire to jump on the man the second you had the chance. Your hand never left his thigh the entire time, time that he happily took for his pleasure, the manual shifter engaging every so often as he navigated. 

His house was almost exactly what you expected; sleek, fancy, every bit of the elegance you’d expected from Andres Galan. The large windows of his living room beckoned you closer, stopping with your hands on the back of his sofa. The leather pressed down under your weight, plush material giving under you.

You could still see the lights of LA under you, the large floor to ceiling windows offering you the valley below. 

You felt removed from everything, in your own private world over the excitement of the city. Andres had a bird’s eye view, and you almost likened it to the view from the owner’s box of his stadium. 

You turned around to face Andres, the sight a background to you now. He’d paid good money to have you for the night, and you had to believe that stood for something. 

“Mr Galan,” You said, your hand reaching out, palm up, “Would you like to join me?” He moved closer, a small smile on his lips. Before your hands connected, your hand angled up, grasping onto his tie, a yellow piece with diamonds scattered over the surface. It suited him, in a way. 

You used that soft material as leverage, pulling him closer to you, just as his hands slid from your knees to your hips, slotting himself against you. 

He hadn’t felt oily like some of the other owners you’d met, there was a charm around him. You’d wanted to be swept up by a millionaire, taken care of, if only for a night. As Andres’ lips met yours, tongue darling out to trace your lower lip, you were certain he’d let you indulge in that fantasy. 

Andres let a hand open your shirt, drifting the tips of his fingers over the bared skin. 

“Turn around, and bend over,” Andres instructed, taking a step back from you, giving you the room needed to turn around over the leather, the soft material the only thing you could grip.

Andres’ hands were your focal point, both of them grabbing your wrists, pulling your arms to be pinned against your hips. You couldn’t move much from the vantage he had you at, only able to spread your legs further for him, his warm thighs against yours.  

"Don't move." Andres guided your hands to hold onto the back of the sofa, his hand reaching around your hips to slide open your pants, sliding them down your legs. His skin was warm, and you could feel the strength in them. 

It was then that his lips moved along the back of your neck. The kisses were gentle, until he got to your shoulder, through the material of your shirt, biting against your skin. Arousal poured into you, the sudden rush forcing a moan out of your throat. His stiff cock was pressed against your ass, minutely grinding into you. 

“Don’t waste any time,” you whispered, daring for just a moment. 

“I’ll spend it how I like,” he replied, but one of his hands moved to your cock, stroking with the barest of touches. “I paid for this time.” He was right, and your head dipped below your shoulders, holding in a frustrated grunt. 

His hand wrapped more firmly around you after a moment, and you felt a slick finger move to your asshole, slowly starting to stretch you. 

you were soon a panting mess, your head still hanging between your shoulders. He had gotten three fingers in before he couldn’t handle it anymore, soft Spanish falling from his lips. 

Your moans mirrored each other’s when his lube covered cock slid into you, and after a shift of his hips, he was sliding against your prostate with each thrust. If it wasn’t for the back of the sofa, you knew that you would have fallen already, your knees all but giving out. 

His rich voice kept offering you sweet praises, every one just pushing you further to the pleasure he was pulling from you. 

It didn’t take terribly long for you to both finish, his cum splattering in you as yours splattered against the leather of the sofa. By the time that your mind returned to you, Andres had walked away, and you heard the water running nearby. 

He returned with a damp rag, carefully cleaning up your thighs. 

“I won’t complain if we spend the rest of the time like this.” When the rag pulled away, you finally found your knees again, and turned around to look Andres in the eyes, continuing. “Better than anything I can think of.” Your eyes pointedly looked down from his eyes to lips, before looking back after a few long seconds.

You were curled into his side, bodies slowly drying of the sweat that had accumulated over the last few hours. Your head was tipped up, looking at the man with his eyes closed, face lit only by the ambient lighting of the room. Your hand moved to wrap around a lock of his hair, shaken loose from behind his ear. Part of you was certain that Andres had fallen asleep between the silken sheets you were both between, but when you tugged gently on the hair around your finger, Andres’ lips curved up. He looked breathtaking, and you couldn’t believe he had been the one paying to spend a night with you. 

His voice started up after a few moments, full of gravel from nearly falling asleep. As you laid on his chest, getting comfortable, he offered more of his story, of how he’d come to own the Riot, how he’d all but fought tooth and nail to find himself an owner of a successful soccer team. 

It was clear it wasn’t some sexual frustration that had driven him to buying a companion for the night. Andres just wanted just that; a companion.

The sun rose on your shoulders pressed into the pillows, Andres’ arm wrapped around you, once more buried deeply inside you, pulling pleasure from you in the slowest way he could manage. His actions were slow, but assured, and he’d already managed to turn your legs into jelly. 

One of your hands moved to lace into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him down to your lips. The passion that powered through the kiss was enough for him to speed up just that needed bit, wrapping his hand around your cock and letting you finish. He finished just moments later, softly groaning into your shoulder. 

When he pulled back, you looked up into his brown eyes, flecks of gold and amber shining from the morning light streaming into the room. Your fingers slipped into his hair, streaks of silver catching in the light between your fingers. His head tilted to your hand for just a moment, before smiling, catching himself in the moment of affection. 

It was at that moment that you heard noise from what you assumed to be the kitchen. 

“Ah! My chef must have arrived.” With one final kiss to your shoulder, Andres slid out of you. “Get up, I am certain there is something delicious to be had.” Your stomach suddenly growled, punctuating his words with audible interest. For just a moment, you eyed the clothes Andres had pulled from your body last night, trying to decide if it was worth it to get back into the dirty clothes yet. 

It was then that Andres appeared behind you, guiding a robe up your arms, the expensive fabric comforting against your skin. His hands smoothed over your shoulders, only to press a kiss to the back of your neck. His own robe looked almost identical to the one he’d just put on you, and the luxury looked good on him. 

Breakfast was delicious, and more than filling for you both.

His office was styled similarly to his penthouse. Deep wood, beautiful leather seating, the windows placed just so to look out and enjoy any game that would be had on the field. Watching the players practice didn’t hold your attention for too long, choosing instead to perch against Andres’ desk, your head cocked to the side. 

“So what do you do during games? Do you really watch every single one?” He shook his head, a soft laugh falling from his lips. It filled the room, connecting the space between you both. 

“Depends on how badly we are losing.” Daring for just a moment, your foot moved up to the armrest on his chair, turning it just enough so Andres was once again facing you. A surge of cockiness was snaking through your body, looking at Andres as you leant back over his desk just slightly. Your eyes ran over him, relaxed as he was in his chair. 

“Surely you’ve at least thought of doing something… illicit, babygirl.” 

You don’t know what happened between starting that sentence and ‘babygirl’ slipping out of your lips. What you did know was that you heard a clatter of that toy car he had on his desk on the floor, and Andres’ hands pinning yours to the desk. His hips were between your thighs once more, and your eyes were locked on his lips. 

“Or have you just been looking for the right person to fulfill that with?” 

“You play with fire without realizing it, don’t you?” 

“When’s the next match, Mr Galan?”

“Next Saturday.”

“We’ve got a couple hours left. I say we give it a trial run.” You leant up the little bit you could, and took his lips in a deep kiss. Andres hummed into the kiss, pushing just that little closer. 

“Always room for more practice.”

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Crescendo - Chapter 4 - movieexpert1978 - Matador (TV 2014) [Archive of Our Own]

Finally got around to updating Crescendo, my Andres Galan fic.

Sorry for the wait.

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The latest episode of The FanFic Maverick podcast is out! The show is available through the link above and also on Apple Podcast, Google Podcast, Spotify, and iHeartRadio.

In this episode I interview fanfiction writer FlamingoQueen about her MCU WinterHawk fic called ‘Blue-Eyed Matador.’ 

Thank you @flamingo-queen-writes !!!

The link to ‘Blue-Eyed Matador’ is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21881344/chapters/52227739

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Also on the upcoming release schedule: Part II of our FanFiction History series with @talkinfanfic is scheduled to drop this upcoming Tuesday right here on the FanFic Maverick! Let the people know!

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Getting to Know Me Tag Game

Thanks to @nerdieforpedro for tagging me!

Top Three Ships: that I've written or read or? In popular culture, Natasha Romonov x Bucky Barnes (after being Winter Soldier). It never happened in the films but it does happen in the comics. I know it says 3 but brain no work lol

Favorite color: Teal, dark purple, blue, and green

Last song: oh gosh. I was listening to my Garrett Hedlund playlist last night because my 9 month old daughter is in love and it comforts her.

Last Book: I'm in the middle of several books because I keep running out of time to actually finish them before my loan is up on the Libby app. But definitely check out Flash in the Pan by @wynharper. And currently patiently waiting for her new published edition of Days of You and Me, as well as her Frizzyverse!

Currently Watching: We just finished Loki season 2 but I'm going to go back and rewatch TLOU for zillionth time. As well as finishing Matador with Gabriel Luna.

Current Obsession: tyring to figure out the best schedule with my new client so it doesn't feel like I'm working 14 hours a day lol

Currently working on: I have an ever growing list of whips (@theewokingdead says I collect them like a niffler collects shiny things), but I'm trying to finish up:

Falling Slowly: Tommy Miller x f!reader (this one is winding in a story I've wanted to write about Joel as well)

Jump Then Fall: Javier Peña x ofc Vanessa Morales (I haven't posted in a while in this one because I'm still mentally trying to sort which way some small but major details goes)

Meet the Millers: Joel, Benny, Will Miller x f!reader, a reverse harem (I had originally ended this one way back in March of 2021, but I always had a few ideas that just wouldn't fit in the story line. I decided to end it but much to my surprise, people loved it and asked for more so I'm adding more. And definitely adding Tommy somehow. Which means literally back to the drawing board for smut scenes)

I'm also working on some non fanfiction books! I've got about 4 of them planned and started a couple of them. I haven't started social media for them yet really, but you bet I'll be sharing here when I do if anyone is interested!

Country I want to visit: most of them. Most of the countries. I can check Colombia off my list but I really want to go back. I loved it there!

No pressure tags: @astoryisaloveaffair @rhoorl @mermaidxatxheart @a-reader-and-a-writer @prolix-yuy @lowlights and anyone else who wants to join in!

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales Masterlist

Captain Salazar

a) SFW

-Seashore

-Surprise (tiny!Silent Mary crew vampire AU)

b) NSFW

-Captain's Star

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Silent Mary crew

Officer Moss

-Titanic