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darthgloris · 1 year

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The Artist (Alicia Sierra x fem!reader)

Summary: Y/N (a.k.a. Akita) is part fo the robbery and works backstage as negotiator. Even though her career in art didn't work out, she still loves it. When she meets the leader Inspector she feels immediately drawn to her and starts sketching...

Requested: yes

Warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, teasing, SPOILERS

A/N: sorry but I lost the request! I'm really really sorry, hope you can forgive me!! Here it is, this was really fun to write! 🥰🥰❤❤

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Drawing was my greatest love when I was a teenager.

While other girls may have been into make-up, or drama, or gossip, or boys... I'd stay in and draw, paint, sketch. Name it, I've tried it at least once. I was an unusual girl growing up. Girls at that age were interested mostly in the hobbies listed above, while I loved the exact opposite: drawing, reading, listening to music, learning languages, playing with dogs, studying like there was no tomorrow.

At university, I chose Graphic Design. And I loved it. Learning about my favorite thing in the whole wide world, filling in the gaps of my abilities, picking up new skills... that felt like heaven. I got out of college with my head high, amazing grades and an even better graduation. Although I wasn't prepared for the world outside. Soon enough, I started struggling to pay rent, especially in a city like Madrid. And I had no choice but to give it up.

Then, I met the Professor. A man just as unusual as me, who just so happened to have saved my life right there and then. The first heist was a success. I worked well with the gang, and given my love for working behind the scenes, I was the negotiator. Raquel was a very interesting individual, but I didn't get to speak to her much, as the Professor was the leading voice of the heist. It didn't bother me at all when they got together, to be honest I was rooting for them. When it all ended, I took my share of the money and went to live in Japan. It was beautiful: the perfect balance of modernity and tradition, the amazing food, the beautiful views, the friendly people, the new language. Every little detail fascinated me.

A year later, I came to know that Rio got kidnapped. And there I was again, back into the heist business. Once again cast as negotiator, this time I had to take the upper hand, because the Professor and Lisboa had their own part of the plan to take care of.

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Current day - during the heist

I rested my feet onto the table of my hideout as I watched the TV intently. The news channel finally gave me important information: Rio was in Spain, finally. The poor boy took a tumble down the plane, falling on the ground in handcuffs and dirty clothes. Poor thing, I thought. Behind him, a figure emerged, a red-haired pregnant woman in a white coat and black cap. Inspectora Alicia Sierra. I found myself unable to tear my eyes from her face, as if I was in a trance: she was a very attractive woman, there's no denying that.

I wanted to remember that face while talking to her, so I was quick to reach for a pencil and paper and start reproducing her face. I glanced at the TV once in a while to get an idea of what she was like, memorising her traits as I transferred them on the paper sheet.

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I pulled on my headphones and lined up the microphone to the side of my face, trying to calm my nerves before talking to the woman I was pining for a few hours ago. I picked up the drawing I made earlier and used it as a reference to draw her from other angles.

"Professor." A female voice spoke. Calm, collected, confident.

"Inspectora Sierra, how lovely to hear you." I replied, mirroring her tone.

"Ah, señorita Akita. I wasn't expecting you." Alicia said. "Well? Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing? I'd say it runs in your gang to play games like this."

"I'm assuming maternity clothes. Tell me, is it a boy or a girl?" I tantalised, running the pencil on the paper to make a rough sketch of her face.

She chuckled. "My, my, nosy girl. I didn't remember the Professor being this curious, but between you and me, sweetheart, I like you better." She clicked her tongue, presumably paired with a wink.

"Touché, preciosa," I shook my head, laughing at her attempt at flirting. "That's enough niceties for now, you can flirt with me later. Let's cut to the chase."

There was a long pause after she laughed in shock at my bluntness. I smirked, almost too proudly for my first conversation with a pregnant woman I've seen once on the TV. During the pause, I kept my eyes trained on the rough piece of paper while my wrist made a flicking motion to draw her strands of hair.

"I'm assuming your dear sister is having the time of her life. I don't think you've escaped to Germany. We could find her in a heartbeat, you know. I could barely picture it, a 17 year old girl thrust in the midst of rapists, drug users, murderers in the jails of, say, Northeast Asia? Ah, the poor thing. So young and so naive, the spat image of you, she wouldn't last a beat." She chuckled humourlessly.

"And what's your point, Inspectora? Your empathy for my little sister doesn't add up to when you tortured Rio, does it?" I didn't even bother to look up from my work as her threat was no longer valid. My little sister died of cancer last month, and the news hadn't reached Spain. That offered us a very good advantage.

She ignored my comment. "Akita, listen to me very carefully. Turn the Professor and Raquel in, and your sister remains untouched. Think about it, sweetheart. And think quickly, I am a busy woman, as you know."

"I most certainly do, señora Sierra." I said innocently, in a stupid but successful attempt to tease her.

"It's señorita now, actually." Alicia corrected.

"Good to know," I mirrored her flirty attitude from before. "On second thought, you were right, how foolish of me. What are you wearing?"

"You're impossible, Akita," she replied, laughing. "Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. I'm way out of your league."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I gasped in mock offense, making her laugh genuinely. "Well, am I mistaken or am I actually growing on you? I bet you wouldn't be upset about being out of my league if that was the case."

"Shut up, sweetheart." She said mischievously.

"Make me." I teased her.

Her playful scoff was interrupted silently as she suddenly hung up.

I was confused for a moment as my hand moved the pencil confidently on the paper. As I stroked the graphite onto the rough surface, my mind wandered. Alicia was flirting shamelessly with me, in front of all her colleagues, and in a recorded phone call, no less. So either she was really brave or really stupid. Maybe a mixture of both.

This woman was really mesmerising: she was incredibly intelligent, as I could tell, she was confident, sarcastic, dominant and gorgeous. She was brave for raising a child on her own, as she specified that she wasn't married.

If the circumstances were different, I'd even go after her. I wished I had met her differently, because this woman was far beyond average and just about the quickest crush I've ever gotten. She was certainly not someone you'd want to lose. I wanted to talk to her again, leaving out our positions in this makeshift war. It seemed like we were getting along perfectly, flirting with each other as if the call wasn't recorded.

I took my hand away from the drawing and looked at my finished product. I was extremely proud of it: it looked just like her, the lines were confident and creative and the shading in a cross-hatching technique was on point. I bet she'd like it, I thought. My eyes lifted from the paper as I got an idea. Maybe she would.

Aikido, my Akita Inu, looked at me quizzically and tilted his head, almost as if questioning my decision. "Who knows? Maybe this will be what wins her heart." He yawned in response. "Oh, shut up, Aikido."

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It had been a few days since I sent the drawings to Sierra, and apparently it went over well. The next time we negotiated she asked everyone to leave the tent and didn't confront me about the drawing, but rather she got friendlier: she started to open up, telling me things about her, showing her soft side, laughing, being careless, even saying that we'd meet one day. Of course, she loved the sketch, but we were still enemies, enemies who were intensely pining for each other and instead of doing something about their attraction they played games from a phone call and flirted shamelessly. Because acting on things was the most difficult thing you could ever do in your life. It requires courage, determination, confidence, and given the circumstances, you needed double these qualities.

And I was getting brave these days. And also a little crazy.

So I started sending her a sketch every other day to tease her. One day it was a sketch of her, the next of Aikido, the next of the police tent, the next of her holding the teddy bear.

It continued like this until she sold out the Government and started working alone. First she stopped by Sergio, which ended up in the ultimate team-up as they were on their own and Raquel was finally out of custody and in the bank. Then she left the Professor alone for a while.

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I heard a knock on my door and Aikido got up on his feet, startled. I carefully stepped closer and tried to take a peek. My eyes caught a flash of red that I'd recognise anywhere, I immediately knew that was Alicia. I quickly opened the door and she looked at me, almost fazed. After a few seconds, she smiled at me, and said, "I promised you we'd meet, one way or another." I chuckled, moved, and let her in immediately. The second hideout of the heist was none other than my own home, a detached house in the middle of nowhere that the Professor was able to get me. It suited me perfectly, there was room for me and Aikido, hell, it even had an atelier.

"Welcome to my home, Inspectora," I said as she took in her surroundings.

"You don’t have to call me that anymore. Just 'Alicia' will do, sweetheart," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. I gazed at her sweetly, meanwhile surprised at how my attraction to her had grown from a small infatuation to a full-on crush, and realised she didn't have a baby bump anymore.

"You-you gave birth?"

"Yeah, I did. In the stormwater tank."

"That must have been... uncomfortable."

"Sweetie, I had to blow a Saint Bernard out my ass. It would have been uncomfortable even on a hospital bed."

I couldn’t help but laugh at her joke, and soon enough she joined in. "So, is it a baby boy or a baby girl?"

"Girl. I named her Victoria." She said.

"That's a lovely name." I smiled at her.

"Speaking of names," Alicia leaned back on the table and gazed at me, her tantalising green eyes twinkling with mischief. "What's your name?"

That question took me off guard, as I almost tripped over my own feet while holding a glass of water.

She chuckled at my antics. "Somebody got flustered."

I cleared my throat. "Keep telling yourself that, Alicia." I loved how her name rolled off my tongue so easily.

"So you're not answering?"

"Not for the time being, no," I clicked my tongue and winked at her, mocking her for the first time we met. "I like being called Akita."

"Like the dog?" She asked.

"Actually, like the city. But yeah, also like the dog."

As if on cue, Aikido trotted inside.

"Oh, yeah, this is Aikido." I said briefly as Alicia offered her hand for the dog to smell.

"How adorable, you even have an Akita Inu." She noticed, chuckling when Aikido rubbed himself on her legs for pets.

"Wow, he never does that with anyone," I said in surprise. "Maybe he has a good feeling about you."

"Well, I have the blessing of your dog now, so we can't go wrong, can we?" She joked, scratching his weak spot. Soon enough, she even got his leg going.

"He really must love you," I laughed. "Usually he's very cat-like, I'm surprised he's actually asking to be petted."

"Well, I tend to grow on people." She said charismatically.

"Yeah, you do." I mumbled. "Hey, why don't you get comfortable? I'll make dinner and we could watch something."

"Dinner sounds great, thanks," she sighed in relief and I led her to the couch.

"What do you feel like having?" I asked her.

"Whatever you want, sweetie. Your house, your rules." She replied.

"Okay." I hunted through my fridge, hoping to find something good. I found a few eggs, and enough stuff to make salad. "You must be tired after giving birth and running away from the police. I'll make you something to restore your energies."

"Yeah, it was quite the drama. I've barely had time to breathe," she rested her head on the back of the couch at an angle where she could look at me. "You know, you draw really well."

"Oh, thanks." I accepted the compliment.

"Where did you go to art school?" She asked.

"Madrid Academy of Art," I replied. "How did you know I went to art school?" I immediately felt stupid after asking that question.

"Well, a ton of things gave you away. First of all, your proportions in the sketch of me you sent me. Obviously, your choice of media and type of paper that go well together, and the fact that you used binder to keep the sketch's lightfastness in a quantity that was balanced as to avoid damaging it. Then the smaller things, like your posture, the way you sit, the way you hold things, your hands, your eye for observation, and of course, the unmistakable smell of paint coming from over there..." she pointed at a room on the other side of the house. "...which I assume is your atelier."

"Wow, you're good," I laughed in shock. "And yeah, that is my atelier."

Alicia hummed in satisfaction. I turned around to check on her and she was looking at me in a different way now: her pupils were dilated and she was making puppy eyes at me, batting her eyelashes while pouting. Her eyes asked the question.

"You want to see the atelier?" I asked her, surprised.

"Yeah, I'd love to," she replied.

"You have beautiful eyes," I blurted out, and immediately cringed internally. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

I heard her get up from the couch and silently step elsewhere. Since I couldn't hear her anymore, I turned around to check on her and found her in front of me in a heartbeat, hovering over me while my back hit the counter. I swallowed thickly and tried to hide my blush, but she noticed right away. Alicia grazed my face with her fingertips, starting at my cheekbone and trailing down my jawline. Her fingers brushed my neck for a split second, sending a shiver down my spine. Then her thumb slowly traced over my bottom lip, her eyes flickering to my eyes and back to my mouth. Her intelligent eyes asked for permission to kiss me, and I gave in without thinking twice.

In a second, Alicia brushed her lips against mine tentatively, with hesitation. She checked on me to see if I was okay, and that was all she needed. Without a second thought, she crashed her lips on mine more eagerly, her hand resting on the back of my head. I cupped her cheek and kissed her back with the same amount of desire.

She pulled away and leaned her forehead on mine, sighing in content. I licked my lips and gazed back at her, clearing my throat out of embarrassment. "That was, um... that was good."

"Good." She said.

The next few minutes were quiet. I cooked while she kept her eyes trained on my every motion, as if to make sure I didn't get hurt. When dinner was ready, I prepared our plates and took her to the couch. She sat down next to me, thanking me for the food. I put my feet up on the table and she followed suit. I turned on the TV, and she looked for a movie to watch together.

"This one?"

"This one."

The evening was quiet. We ate our food, which she really appreciated, by the look on her face, and Aikido stole a couple of pieces as well. About halfway through the movie, Alicia leaned her head on my shoulder, snuggling her body into mine. I froze in place, taken off guard by the action, but honestly I kind of like it.

"Is this okay?" She asked me, noticing the look on my face.

"Of course," I smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and felt her melt into the embrace.

"Your hug is so amazing," she sighed. "It makes me feel safe."

My heart leaped out of my chest at that. "You are safe, honey," I kissed her temple lovingly. "I promise."

#lcdp #la casa de papel x reader #la casa de papel #lgbt #lgbtqia #alicia sierra x reader #alicia sierra #money heist #money heist x reader

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worldgreatestarchersimp · 1 year

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Me 🤝 wanting to write for fandoms no one reads or writes anymore

So I'm adding now new fandoms and characters

Money Heist

'cause I'm rewatching my comfort show

Alicia Sierra

Berlin

Denver

El Professor

Lisbon

Nairobi

Palermo

Rio

Tokyo

Station 19

Andrea Herera

Maya Bishop

Victoria Hughes

#money heist #money heist x reader #la casa de papel x reader #la casa de papel #alicia sierra x reader #berlin x reader #tokyo x reader #rio x reader #palermo x reader #nairobi x reader #denver x reader #professor x reader #lisbon x reader #station 19 #station 19 x reader #andrea herrera x reader #jack gibson x reader #maya bishop x reader #victoria hughes x reader

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ladyjadeblack · 2 years

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I just finished watching all 5 seasons of money heist and

1. I forgot how to speak without having the Spanish accent

2. I miss Nairobi and Tokyo

3. I wish I could be there just to fucking kill Gandía+ Arturo

4. I have a crush on Alicia Sierra

#money heist #la casa de papel #el profesor #Nairobi #alicia sierra x reader #alicia sierra #najwa nimri

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peacehopeandrats · 9 months

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TBR Bingo Update!

Has been a while since I've posted one of these because my schedule has been super busy. I'm living with a pair of dogs that I have to walk separately and then I've got other work around town, so I'm in and out a LOT, but it also means I'm listening to books or reading them out loud to pets a LOT.

So here's what I've got so far:

And here's a text recap of the titles for each of those X's, just in case anyone says they'd kind of like to check things out.

Blue Cover: King's Cage, by Victoria Aveyard

Family: A Long Petal Of The Sea, by Isabel Allende

Fantasy: Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard

Animals: The Cat Who Saved Books, by Sosuke Matsukawa

Sports: My Year Of The Racehorse, by Kevin Chong

Realistic Fiction: A Very Typical Family, by Sierra Godfrey

Graphic Novel: Saga, by Brian K. Vaughn

Free Space: War Storm, by Victoria Aveyard

Red Cover: Cemetery Boys, by Aiden Thomas

Native Author: Crooked Hallelujah, by Kelli Jo Ford

Orange Cover: Genesis Begins Again, by Alicia D. Williams

Food: Tastes Like War, by Grace M. Cho

Real Person: The Forgotten Founding Father, by Joshua Kendall

Historical Fiction: Even As We Breathe, by Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle

Audio Book: When to Rob a Bank, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner

I won't go into details about all of them, but I'm going to point out the Big Library Read book because I think it is an amazing program and if your library doesn't have it, you should ask them to join!

The Big Library Read is a worldwide book club where participating libraries get an infinite number of digital books (kindle or audio) for their patrons to check out and enjoy all at the same time. At the site you can join the discussion with other readers from everywhere. I have not been disappointed by the selections yet and I've been participating almost since the beginning. If your library doesn't participate, you can still go to their site and look at the other books from the past events. I highly recommend just about every book on that list.

The Forgotten Founding Father has been on my list to read for YEARS. Yes, this is all about Webster of the famous dictionary and you get to hear all about the creation of the dictionary as well as the man's life. I had absolutely no idea how much stuff we owed Webster for until I read this book. Nonfiction is amazing.

#tbr bingo #summer tbr bingo #book bingo

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writingmyanxietyaway · 5 years

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My girlfriend is a robber.. | Alicia Sierra

Request by anon: Can I request a la casa de papel imagine with Alicia Sierra and fem reader pls? Maybe where they are dating in real life and one day Sierra found out that her girlfriend was in the 1st robbery? (If you are not against smutt, then while having sex dom!Alicia interrogates Y/N?) Maybe after that they have some kind of a fight, but still Sierra accepts it somehow (happy end)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: uhh spoilers, smut smut smut, masturbating (fem recieving), swearing, mommy kink (it’s like 1 time but yeah), let me know if it’s anything else!

Again, I’m so sorry for the delay but I hope you like it! Much love, Mer xx

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You met Alicia quickly after the first heist. Everyone split up in duo’s, but since everyone was already assigned a partner, you were alone. You didn’t mind, though. So you surprisingly stayed in Spain. You liked the country, plus you always stayed low so no-one knew who you were. You were the underdog of the group. Planning things together with El Professor, operating in the tunnels, things like that.

So when you met Alicia, your life got turned upside down. She was everything you weren’t. She was loud, demanding, dominant, whereas you were quiet, following and submissive. So if someone told you to do something, you did it. No questions asked. It was nice to have a change sometimes. Your life before Alicia was crazy. You were locked in the Royal Mint of Spain for you don’t know how many hours and you escaped without a scrape. You were proud of it, for sure, but you couldn’t tell Alicia that. She would have you arrested faster than you could say ‘I’m sorry’.

“Babe?” you heard Alicia call from the bedroom. You muted the tv and called back “Yeah?”

“Could you come here for a second?” You threw the tv remote on the couch and went upstairs. “What’s up?” you asked her, leaning against the doorway. She was bend over, with her back against you and was rumbling through a drawer. She turned around with a smirk and held up a pair of handcuffs. You copied the smirk and stepped towards her. You were immediatly turned on. Your sexlife was incredible, no denying that.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” she whispered as she took a step towards you. You were jelly in her hands and she knew it.

“What did I do, Mrs. Officer?” you innocently asked. She clasped one side of the handcuffs on your wrist, while leading you to the bathroom. She pushed you to your knees and clasped the other one around your other wrist, the pole of the heater in between your arms, so you couldn’t leave.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” she said again, but this time more agressive. You frowned, but swallowed thickly when she held up a necklace. It was the necklace your grandmother gave to you before she passed away. And you lost it during the heist. Shit.

“I-I can explain, Alicia,” you whimpered. Before you could speak again, a sting was felt on your left cheek. She had slapped you.

“Oh, you’re going to explain. I will have you arrested when I’m done with you. Because you know what happens to bad girls?” she leaned in closely and moved her hand down to your core, “they get punished.”

She ripped off your shorts, including your underwear. She pulled up the sportsbra you were wearing and slapped you across the boobs. You hissed, but somehow you enjoyed it.

“My, my, so wet already? Don’t think you’re going to cum today, sweetie. I will ruin you.” She pushed your legs farther apart and spread your wetness around your core. You moaned loudly and she pushed her fingers in your mouth. You sucked greedily on them while she looked at you with disgust.

“Who were you with?” she asked you. She pulled her fingers back and pulled your hair. “Who were you with?” she asked again, but this time louder.

“I don’t know, Al,” you whimpered. She slapped you across the boobs again and yelled at you. “Who were you with Y/N!? I’m not fucking around. You are going to tell me or you’re going to pay for what you did!”

“Ah!” you hissed, “I really don’t know Alicia! I only knew them by their secret names. We weren’t allowed to discuss any personal things or get into a relationship with each other. I seriously don’t know anything about them, ah fuck!” you yelled as she pushed three fingers inside you. You clenched around her and moaned loudly. You tugged at the handcuffs, but they were only getting tighter.

“Alic, please. I don’t know anything about them except their secret names and our tasks. Ah fuck!” you clenched your eyes shut as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach. “It wasn’t supposed to go that far. The plan was to get the money and leave, not kill people on the process. Oh god.. may I please cum, mommy?”

The only answer you got was another slap to the boobs, which pushed you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came down your high. Alicia opened the handcuffs and walked out of the bathroom, without saying a word. When you were able to stand again, you followed her downstairs.

“Alicia, please. I had nothing. If it wasn’t for the guy who came up with this whole plan, I would’ve fucking died on the streets. Alicia, please understand we never meant for this to happen. We never meant to kill anyone. I just needed the money and a safe place.”

“Oh and you think robbing a bank is a safe place? Are you out of your mind?” Alicia yelled at you.

“It was my only option!” you yelled back. This wasn’t fair. Sergio never meant for this to happen and neither did you. It was supposed to be the money and go. And he did keep you safe.

“Bullshit!” she yelled, “you could’ve -” you cut her off.

“Could’ve what? You and I know damn well I would’ve jumped off a bridge or snorted too much if this hadn’t happened. That man saved me. The least you could do is be grateful that I’m okay now.”

The silence was terrible. Your heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the cold and empty apartment.

“I don’t know anything about them, Alicia. Please believe me when I say that. You know I’m not a killer or would do anything that could hurt anyone. I needed the money. That’s all there is to it.”

“You could’ve at least told me,” she said. You huffed. “And have me locked up for the rest of my life? No thanks.”

She smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Oh god, not that look. I know that look.”

“At least now I have a reason to use the handcuffs more often,” she said, while striding over to you and giving you a passionate kiss. “Mommy’s going to take good care of you baby. So, so good.”

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #alicia sierra x reader #alicia sierra imagine #najwa nimri #lcdp x reader

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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Anger Issues Part 2-Marseille x Reader

Right after my brother and Marseille has fought, we were on our to the bank of Spain. Before getting close to the area we each grabbed the same jumpsuits as the one most protesters are wearing with the Dalí mask. "Make sure to not make a scene." My brother warned me and pulled his mask down and began walking ahead of us.

He was angry and upset. I can understand why he is still acting like this.

Marseille patted my shoulder and pulled my hood up. "Let's go and don't leave my side." I heard him whisper to me.

I glanced up at him and saw his green eyes staring at mine almost amused and worried. "Okay." I muttered back and placed my mask on. He did the same and the three of began walking closer.

My heart began beating faster and I could feel my adrenaline rushing through my veins. Everyone continued shouting, protesting, saying how we're the heroes in this situation. The police all around us were armed.

"Brother. Look." I nudged his shoulder and looked to my right. The tent where the inspector was filled with police men and there inspector Sierra appeared.

I felt my blood boil and I clenched my fists probably drawing a bit of blood from my nails digging into my palm. My brother tensed up and I grabbed his hand with my other hand.

Marseille stepped behind us and grabbed his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid professor, remember to stay calm. Everything needs to go as planned." He whispered down and I saw my brother slowly nod his head.

"We have to find a way to get in. But how?" I was getting worried at every passing moment. God knows what I happening inside the bank and how Palermo is taking all of this in. He better not have killed any of the rest.

"Brother, we have to hurry. They need to know we're still alive."

And that we did. They found a police officer who would try to get close to Raquel and hint at her that my brother is still alive and that we'll get her out. It wasn't easy but the police men gave into the plan when Sergio and Marseille saved his life.

Now that was a night. Both of them decided to surprise him and the man decided to jump from his balcony. I stayed there with my mouth open and stared at both men angrily, "Do you have any idea of what you have done?! Now how the hell are we going to enter that tent!"

"Will you shut up! You're making your brother nervous." Marseille tried to not shout out loud but that failed when he glared down at me and slapped my brother hard.

"Let's go." He grabbed Sergio's jacket and both of them began running down the stairs with me running after them. When I arrived they got the police men out of the pool and helped him out. That's how they agreed to work together.

The four of us were together looking at the nervous man. "Make sure Raquel sees this watch. She'll know right away that I'm here." Sergio said taking off his watch and handing it to the man.

I was nervous as well. The man has gotten me a similar police uniform as his and I had placed on a wig and changed my appearance so I wouldn't get recognized.

Marseille took me by the arm and we took a few steps away from Sergio. "Are you sure you can handle this? We don't want you getting turned in if they recognize you." He looked serious and his eyes kept looking down at me.

I smirked up and crossed my arms over my chest. "Is this your way of telling me that you are worried?" I tease poking him but he rolled his eyes and smacked my hand away.

"I'm just worried if the plan fails. That's all." He looks so serious. I cant help but raise an eyebrow at him and shrug my shoulders. He's so serious all the time, it almost makes me feel..excited.

"Sure. Whatever you say." I pat his back almost roughly and hear him grunting as he glared at me.

"Be careful." My brother Sergio says hugging me. I wave goodbye at both men and make my way closer to the tent with the police officer.

We make it inside and my eye begin to scan everywhere. Making it fast so no one suspects of me. "And who might this be? I haven't seen you in this unit." The voice of a familiar said beside me.

I could tell the police officer was shaking from his spot. This man is none other than colonel, Luis Tamayo. The man who's been working along side with Alicia Sierra. "Colonel." I salute to him and stare directly into his eyes. "I just came in here to bring the prisoner coffee." I tell and with my other hand show him the coffee I brought in.

The man stared at me in confusion but said nothing. "Y-Yes. I've heard that Murillo wanted coffee. So we went to grab some for her." The police men behind me stuttered.

I hand the man his coffee and Tamayo nodded do him to go over and hand Raquel her coffee. I followed him as he walked ahead and I spotted Raquel, handcuffed and looking tired. The man handed her the coffee and it took her a second to react.

The man said nothing and looked away. Raquel's eyes got blurry and she looked at the man's wrist then she looked at where I was. We made eye contact and I let out a small smile.

Raquel seemed happy and all she could do was nod her head. I did my job. I began to walk away when someone grabbed my arm and I stopped and was face to face with, Alicia.

"And who is this young soldier?" She said smiling looking at me up and down.

My hand began to shake and I was nervously sweating. "Officer (L/N." I said giving her a fake last name. She nodded and kept her eyes on me, thankfully Tamayo called her over and I quickly left the tent.

I placed my hand against my chest and breathe in and out. I closed my eyes and rested against the wall when I was far from the place. I felt someone grab my shoulder and I opened my eyes up and gripped whoever got me.

Not again. I gently slapped Marseille when he scared me and he was also trying his best to not scold me. "This is slowly becoming out routine meeting." He joked to himself and Sergio came over to me.

"Did Raquel see it?" He was so worried about her. I nodded my head.

"She did. Luckily she turned around and spotted me too. All thats left is for the group inside to start plan Paris and we'll get her out of prison and inside the bank. Did you manage to talk to Martín?" I ask my brother.

He shook his head. "Tokyo is in charge. I was also against it and told her to put him as leader again. God knows what he did inside the bank." Sergio fixed his glasses and looks at Marseille.

"Shall we start with the next part?"

**********

It was the next day and since we were busy I didn't have time of getting my fake police uniform off. Raquel was in court and the rest of the team were busy finishing up the tunnel they dug up inside the building where Raquel was. Sergio and I were together since Marseille went off to someplace else and would be coming around with the helicopter.

They replaced Raquel with someone else. So I ran as fast as I could with Sergio and met up with Raquel before time could run out. I was getting scared at all of this.

Since I heard that Nairobi got killed off and I can only imagine what our friends were feeling like inside the bank. Sergio and Raquel shared a kiss and they began to talk.

I smiled over at Marseille and saw him also glancing at me. He came over and decided to hug me when he knew what was my next plan without my brother knowing. "Please take of my brother for me." I whispered as I held him tight.

"And you take care of yourself. I'd blame myself if something were to happen to you." I looked up to him and smiled.

"Is that a confession?"

Marseille said nothing but instead he grabbed my face and kissed my lips. I of course kissed him back and held his tight and felt a single tear escape. "..I love you." I whispered to him and I began to run away and ignored my brother calling my name.

I ran as fast as I could to our hideout and began to call inside the bank and let everyone know Raquel was on her way. I turned on the lights and the computers. Last thing I heard Alicia ran off and was hiding from the police now, it is my job now to take responsibility for everything now.

"Tokyo, Denver, Palermo, can anyone hear me. Is everyone safe?" I spoke and waited for anyone to reply.

"(Y/N). Raquel has just arrived. She is safe with us." I sighed and began crying tears of joy when I heard Palermo and the rest of our team. Raquel made it in! Marseille and my brother went out on the helicopter leaving me.

"I'm so happy to finally hear your voices. We'll keep fighting for what is right. We'll do this for Nairobi, Berlin, Moscow and Oslo." I tell him and I begin to hear everyone cheer along side Raquel.

"Little girl." My heart stopped for a second and I stood up straight with tears in my eyes and turned around and saw Alicia.

I moved a bit which made Alicia shoot right in front of me, she pulled her hood down and looked at me amused. She chuckled and held her gun up.

"I knew something was suspicious and wrong about you. It's a shame I couldn't hand you over. Now..what will I do with you."

Everything is a game to her. I held my hands up and we glared at each other, she never held her gun down. I really don't care what will happen to me, at least I know that my team, Sergio and Marseille are okay.

That's all I ask of them. My breathing became erratic and I tried to look around and find how to leave this place without harming her. It's just you and me now Alicia.

#la casa de papel #money heist #marseille x reader #sergio marquina #la casa de papel imagines #alicia sierra #marseille #tokyo #palermo #denver #money heist x reader

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COMPRENSIÓN LECTORA

INSTITUCIÓN EDUCATIVA DISTRITAL EL JAPÓN

GUIA DE COMPRENSIÓN LECTO-ESCRITORA

GRADo:1102- 2017

Nombre: Daniel Arevalo Galindo Fecha : 15 de marzo 2017

1. Identificar el texto.

a. Nombre del Texto: Comprension Lectora

b. Autor: Isaac Asimov Año de Publicación/Edición : 1979

c. Tipo texto: Narrativo ______ Explicativo: X Lírico ________ Dramático ____ Expositivo ________ Científico _____

2. Anticipate al título:

Va a hablar sobre que es el método científico , como lo usamos , en que casos se usa , como se creo o algo por el estilo

3. Cuántas palabras en el texto: 594

¿Cuántos verbos? 8 ¿Cuántos sustantivos? 25 ¿Cuántos adjetivos? 4

¿Cuántas preposiciones? 25

4.Clasifique:

SUSTANTIVOS

CONCRETO

ABSTRACTO

COLECTIVO

INDIVIDUAL

PROPIO

COMÚN

mesa

Belleza

Rebaño

oveja

Autobús

Ronaldo

Anillo

Pureza

muchachada

muchacha

Mesa

Carmen

Ropa

Bondad

cañaveral

caña

Silla

Sol

Vaso

Simpleza

casual

sauce

Bolígrafo

Alicia

Casa

Cariño

alameda

álamo

Estuche

Barcelona

palo

Amor

jauría

perro

cuadro

luna

5. Significados:

PALABRA

SIGNIFICADO

SINÓNIMO

ANTÓNIMO

método

herramienta

Estrategia

desorden

separar

Quitar algo de algo

Apartar

unir

existencia

El acto de ser

Ser , estar

inexistencia

hacen

Realizar algo

procede

No hacer

suerte

Resultado positivo

azar

desgracia

6. Ejemplos de las palabras en otro contexto:

PALABRA

ORACIÓN

Banco

Voy a sentarme en un banco / Voy a robar un banco

Tiempo

Hace buen tiempo / Oye , se le va a acabar el tiempo

Gato

El gato esta gordo / El coche no tiene gato

Sierra

Vamos a la sierra nevada / Corte un árbol con una sierra

Materia

La materia lo conforma todo / No voy perdiendo ninguna materia

7. Ubicación de la lectura en tiempo y espacio:

(Exponga el contexto en el que se ubica la lectura)

Es 1979 , es Sr Isaac Asimov una tarde de invierno en alguna parte de una unión sovietica se cuestiona sobre la ciencia , esa cuestión lo lleva a realizar un escrito en donde explica y también cuestiona algunos conceptos de la ciencia

8. Buscar un video, imágenes u otros, que ilustre la lectura y subirlo al blog, recuerde colocar siempre la Webgrafía de donde lo tomó. Si usted lo elaboró coloque su nombre de autor.

100 PREGUNTAS BÁSICAS SOBRE CIENCIA

DE ISAAC ASIMOV

Revista: Diggest´s Readers. 1979

1. ¿Qué es el método científico?

Evidentemente, el método científico es el método que utilizan los científicos para hacer descubrimientos científicos. Pero esta definición no parece muy útil. ¿Podemos dar más detalles?

Pues bien, cabría dar la siguiente versión ideal de dicho método:

1. Detectar la existencia de un problema, como puede ser, por ejemplo, la cuestión de por qué los objetos se mueven como lo hacen, acelerando en ciertas condiciones y decelerando en otras.

2. Separar luego y desechar los aspectos no esenciales del problema. El olor de un objeto, por ejemplo, no juega ningún papel en su movimiento.

3. Reunir todos los datos posibles que incidan en el problema. En los tiempos antiguos y medievales equivalía simplemente a la observación sagaz de la naturaleza, tal como existía. A principios de los tiempos modernos empezó a entreverse la posibilidad de ayudar a la naturaleza en ese sentido. Cabía planear deliberadamente una situación en la cual los objetos se comportaran de una manera determinada y suministraran datos relevantes para el problema.

Uno podía, por ejemplo, hacer rodar una serie de esferas a lo largo de un plano inclinado, variando el tamaño de las esferas, la naturaleza de su superficie, la inclinación del plano, etc. Tales situaciones deliberadamente planeadas son experimentos, y el papel del experimento es tan capital para la ciencia moderna, que a veces se habla de «ciencia experimental» para distinguirla de la ciencia de los antiguos griegos.

4. Reunidos todos los datos elabórese una generalización provisional que los describa a todos ellos de la manera más simple posible: un enunciado breve o una relación matemática. Esto es una hipótesis.

5. Con la hipótesis en la mano se pueden predecir los resultados de experimentos que no se nos habían ocurrido hasta entonces. Intentar hacerlos y mirar si la hipótesis es válida.

6. Si los experimentos funcionan tal como se esperaba, la hipótesis sale reforzada y puede adquirir el status de una teoría o incluso de un «ley natural».

Está claro que ninguna teoría ni ley natural tiene carácter definitivo. El proceso se repite una y otra vez.

Continuamente se hacen y obtienen nuevos datos, nuevas observaciones, nuevos experimentos. Las viejas leyes naturales se ven constantemente superadas por otras más generales que explican todo cuanto explicaban las antiguas y un poco más.

Todo esto, como digo, es una versión ideal del método científico. En la práctica no es necesario que el científico pase por los distintos puntos como si fuese una serie de ejercicios caligráficos, y normalmente no lo hace.

Más que nada son factores como la intuición, la sagacidad y la suerte, a secas, los que juegan un papel. La historia de la ciencia está llena de casos en los que un científico da de pronto con una idea brillante basada en datos insuficientes y en poca o ninguna experimentación, llegando así a una verdad útil cuyo descubrimiento quizá hubiese requerido años mediante la aplicación directa y estricta del método científico.

F. A. Kekulé dio con la estructura del benceno mientras descabezaba un sueño en el autobús. Otto Loewi despertó en medio de la noche con la solución del problema de la conducción sináptica. Donald Glaser concibió la idea de la cámara de burbujas mientras miraba ociosamente su vaso de cerveza. ¿Quiere decir esto que a fin de cuentas, todo es cuestión de suerte y no de cabeza? No, no y mil veces no. Esta clase de «suerte» sólo se da en losmejores cerebros; sólo en aquellos cuya «intuición» es la recompensa de una larga experiencia, una comprensión profunda y un pensamiento disciplinado.

100 PREGUNTAS BÁSICAS SOBRE LA CIENCIA. ISAAC ASIMOV

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m0n1ca1101-blog · 7 years

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COMPRENSIÓN LECTORA

INSTITUCIÓN EDUCATIVA DISTRITAL EL JAPÓN

GUIA DE COMPRENSIÓN LECTO-ESCRITORA

GRADo:1102- 2017

Nombre: Monica Gomez Raigozo Fecha : 15 de marzo 2017

1. Identificar el texto.

a. Nombre del Texto: Comprension Lectora

b. Autor: Isaac Asimov Año de Publicación/Edición : 1979

c. Tipo texto: Narrativo ______ Explicativo: X Lírico ________ Dramático ____ Expositivo ________ Científico _____

2. Anticipate al título:

Va a hablar sobre que es el método científico , como lo usamos , en que casos se usa , como se creo o algo por el estilo

3. Cuántas palabras en el texto: 594

¿Cuántos verbos? 8 ¿Cuántos sustantivos? 25 ¿Cuántos adjetivos? 4

¿Cuántas preposiciones? 25

4.Clasifique:

SUSTANTIVOS

CONCRETO

ABSTRACTO

COLECTIVO

INDIVIDUAL

PROPIO

COMÚN

mesa

Belleza

Rebaño

oveja

Autobús

Ronaldo

Anillo

Pureza

muchachada

muchacha

Mesa

Carmen

Ropa

Bondad

cañaveral

caña

Silla

Sol

Vaso

Simpleza

casual

sauce

Bolígrafo

Alicia

Casa

Cariño

alameda

álamo

Estuche

Barcelona

palo

Amor

jauría

perro

cuadro

luna

5. Significados:

PALABRA

SIGNIFICADO

SINÓNIMO

ANTÓNIMO

método

herramienta

Estrategia

desorden

separar

Quitar algo de algo

Apartar

unir

existencia

El acto de ser

Ser , estar

inexistencia

hacen

Realizar algo

procede

No hacer

suerte

Resultado positivo

azar

desgracia

6. Ejemplos de las palabras en otro contexto:

PALABRA

ORACIÓN

Banco

Voy a sentarme en un banco / Voy a robar un banco

Tiempo

Hace buen tiempo / Oye , se le va a acabar el tiempo

Gato

El gato esta gordo / El coche no tiene gato

Sierra

Vamos a la sierra nevada / Corte un árbol con una sierra

Materia

La materia lo conforma todo / No voy perdiendo ninguna materia

7. Ubicación de la lectura en tiempo y espacio:

(Exponga el contexto en el que se ubica la lectura)

8. Buscar un video, imágenes u otros, que ilustre la lectura y subirlo al blog, recuerde colocar siempre la Webgrafía de donde lo tomó. Si usted lo elaboró coloque su nombre de autor.

100 PREGUNTAS BÁSICAS SOBRE CIENCIA

DE ISAAC ASIMOV

Revista: Diggest´s Readers. 1979

1. ¿Qué es el método científico?

Evidentemente, el método científico es el método que utilizan los científicos para hacer descubrimientos científicos. Pero esta definición no parece muy útil. ¿Podemos dar más detalles?

Pues bien, cabría dar la siguiente versión ideal de dicho método:

1. Detectar la existencia de un problema, como puede ser, por ejemplo, la cuestión de por qué los objetos se mueven como lo hacen, acelerando en ciertas condiciones y decelerando en otras.

2. Separar luego y desechar los aspectos no esenciales del problema. El olor de un objeto, por ejemplo, no juega ningún papel en su movimiento.

5. Con la hipótesis en la mano se pueden predecir los resultados de experimentos que no se nos habían ocurrido hasta entonces. Intentar hacerlos y mirar si la hipótesis es válida.

6. Si los experimentos funcionan tal como se esperaba, la hipótesis sale reforzada y puede adquirir el status de una teoría o incluso de un «ley natural».

Está claro que ninguna teoría ni ley natural tiene carácter definitivo. El proceso se repite una y otra vez.

100 PREGUNTAS BÁSICAS SOBRE LA CIENCIA. ISAAC ASIMOV

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athenamgh · 2 years

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Y/n: The food's hot, I can't eat it

Lisbon:

Rio:

Stockholm:

The gang:

Alicia: You're hot and I'd still eat your-

Professor, slamming his hands on the table: ONE DINNER!

Tokyo, Nairobi & Denver, burst out laughing

Berlin, chuckles sighing: Here we go again...

Professor: ONE PEACEFUL DINNER IS ALL I ASK FOR!

#inccorect quotes #imagine #lcdp alicia sierra #alicia #alicia sierra imagine #alicia sierra x reader #alicia sierra #reader #y/n #alicia x y/n #money heist sierra #money heist #la casa de papel #lcdp x reader #lcdp imagine #lcdp #el profesor

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

»» Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi

I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

Very sweet and caring.

She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes.

She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.

Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)

She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed

When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles.

She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you

Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.

She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.

Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭

Berlin

Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard

However, his aftercare is always the same.

As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.

You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.

Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.

But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao

He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc

…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is

Being an asshole aside…

After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up

Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)

Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.

But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.

He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you

Sex makes him sleepy lmao

Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.

He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.

Denver

I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.

He’s clueless AF after sex.

Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.

You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭

But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.

You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.

He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc

But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?

He loves it.

Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.

If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.

Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved.

He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”

Tokyo

Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol

Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.

…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.

She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.

She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you.

Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.

She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.

Telling you how well you did, how hot you are…

She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you.

Professor

Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)

“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”

You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok

He is very good at aftercare.

Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao

And he is very attentive to your reactions etc

This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.

His personal favorite is massages.

He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.

He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.

He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well.

Alicia

Call me down bad, but…

Alicia is a DOMME.

Usually rough with you when having sex

She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing

She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.

You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare

But when you do, she’s affectionate.

She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.

Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.

Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.

Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.

If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare

But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.

She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.

Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING

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SNAP (Alicia Sierra x fem!reader)

A/N: I got this really cute idea for an Alicia Sierra fic and I just can't get it out of my head so I have to start writing it or I won't be at peace-

Song: SNAP - Rosa Linn (the three dots will be in red when you should start the song)

Warnings: childbirth, violence, heartbreak, fluff, SPOILERS

Summary: During the Bank of Spain heist, Y/N a.k.a. Varsòvia sees her ex-girlfriend Alicia Sierra again and the heartbreak comes back to her.

Pairing(s): Alicia Sierra x reader, Palermo x reader (platonic)

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I got into the heist game for the second time with the idea that it was going to be clean: get in, get the gold, get out, saving Rio in the process. No casualties, no personal feelings, no strings attached.

Boy, was I wrong.

I was good friends with Palermo, he was fun and easy to talk to. We didn't have much in common until one subject came up: gay woes. It was quick to figure out each other's sexualities, I could see the way he'd look at Berlín and he noticed how I'd make eyes at Rio or Nairobi every once in a while. The real emotional connection came when we shared our most painful moments.

...

"Palermo", I called his name and sat next to him, my legs dangling over the brick wall he was sitting on. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Varsòvia, I'm fine." He replied, hoping that I would drop it, but I could see the hurt behind his eyes.

"No, you're not fine, cariño. I can hear you at night, screaming and crying and drinking yourself numb. That's not 'fine'." I argued, although trying not to force him.

"Okay, señora Holmes, I'm not fine." He replied mockingly.

"Tell me what's going on." I rested my hand on his and gave him a comforting smile.

He let out a sad sigh and waited a few moments before speaking. "Before Berlín left for the first heist, he confronted me about my feelings for him. He said that he loved me too, that we were 99% soulmates, but he refused to get together. I asked him what was 1% against 99, and he still told me no. I pushed him a bit to try it and we kissed. Then he pushed me against the wall and kissed me again, but when he pulled away he broke my heart, put his hat on and left. I was leaning on the wall, crying, and I just couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take the pain. I cried all my tears out, screamed, drank, and fell asleep. It was a vicious cycle that continued for months, that still goes on."

I gave him a side hug and he rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, honey. I really am."

"Thanks. You know, you're a really good listener," he pointed out.

"Well, I don’t talk much, so," I replied.

"And what about you? What was your worst heartbreak?" He asked.

I bit my lip as I remembered the most painful breakup of my life. How I'd cry myself to sleep, hoping she'd come back to me. I wondered how she was now, what kind of life she was leading; I desperately wanted to know if she was happy, if she got what she was looking for that she didn't find in me, if she got what she deserved.

"Alicia Sierra. She was everything I wasn't: loud, confident, dominating. On the outside, she seemed like a real son of a bitch, but when we were alone she'd turn into the sweetest thing."

"Was she pretty?"

"Oh, she was the eight wonder of the world," I smiled softly. "Long red hair, pale skin, freckles, beautiful smile, green eyes... you'd look in those eyes and fall under her spell. She was the doe that was more cunning than the fox itself."

"What happened?"

"June 22nd, 2015. She broke up with me, she didn't even give an explanation. You have no idea of how much I loved her, Palermo. She was the most important thing in my life, I treated her as if she was made of glass, I gave her my beating heart on a platter and she just... threw it away. I stopped eating and drinking for days, I couldn’t sleep, it was as if time was passing by and I was still blocked in that moment." I swallowed the lump in my throat and I felt Palermo's hand rubbing circles on my back.

...

When I found out that the leading inspector was Alicia, I was so shocked I could barely even speak. After all those years of longing for the doe-eyed beauty, I found myself having to be on her opposite side, shooting her men, deceiving her boss, playing against her. And pregnant, no less.

I had looked through the window that day, where she gazed up at me with her twinkling eyes and tantalising soft smile which never failed to weaken my knees. I had found it in myself to smile back, tearing up slightly. I turned away from the window so that she wouldn't see.

God, how I missed her. And she looked so beautiful, all dolled up. She really was the eighth wonder of the world, the fucking Princess Diana of the 2020's. How stupid I was for letting her go, for letting her leave with no explanation. If only I had known, I would have hugged her and never let her go; I would have kissed her until my lungs were on the brink of giving out.

They say that you never stop loving someone, no matter how bad they hurt you. That the strong feelings you have for a person are destined to fade over time, but never to pass entirely.

I thought I had gotten over Alicia years ago, that she didn't matter to me anymore, that I had moved on. The truth was that my feelings for her had faded, but not disappeared, as our "encounter" had demonstrated. When I closed my eyes I could still picture her arms around my waist as we watched a movie cuddled up on the couch. Alicia had hurt me, she had ripped my heart out with no explanation, and that was unforgivable, but now it didn’t matter: she was right under my nose once again. Overworked, pregnant and widowed.

I didn’t just want her back, I needed her back, and I needed her now.

...

Banco de España - current day

"I told you I'd kill you."

The single shot boomed through the room and Nairobi dropped to the ground with a bullet wound on her forehead.

"NAIROBI!" I yelled and ran over to her. My vision clouded with tears and I clutched her to me while she bled out. I sobbed and sobbed, hurting my throat, but that was the last of my concerns.

Nairobi was gone, and so were the last bits of hope I still had.

"Nairobi..." I whined. "I'm sorry, sweetness... I-I promised... I promised you I'd keep you safe, I'd keep you alive and I failed you..."

Palermo had to pry me off her to take her away. I tried to get out of his strong grip but failed, until I stopped fighting and let him hug me. He squeezed me tightly to his chest and started crying as well.

"I'm going to kill Gandìa... I'm going to find the bastard and fucking gut him... that's a promise I intend to keep..." I said, the tremble in my voice betraying my words. Palermo held me tighter and stroked my head in an attempt to comfort me.

"I know, cariño, I know, shh... I'm here, I'm here..." He shushed soothingly.

"Gandìa, hijo de la gran puta!"

...

The moonlight passed through the hole the sniper bullet created when Nairobi was shot.

I checked my watch: it read 4:00 a.m. As I looked through the window I tried to picture Alicia standing there, smiling up at me just like she used to when we were together; those were a few of the best years of my life. I remembered how I used to comfort her after she had a nightmare, when I wrapped my arms around her waist and combed through her fringe with my fingers to calm her as she nuzzled into my neck.

Months after the breakup, I'd tell my friends and family about it and they'd just reply with "just let her go", or "she wasn't good enough for you", or even "move on, just snap your fingers". I knew that all I needed was time, but they couldn't understand that, they couldn't understand that Alicia was the love of my life, that she was probably the only person that I could say that about.

I tried what they told me: I snapped my fingers once, twice; nothing. She was still in my heart, and there was nothing I could do about it. Three, four times: I thought I didn’t need her anymore, but she wasn't going to stop meaning something to me any sooner.

I bit my lip as I looked at the police tent and thought about the pain I went through. Countless of hours in the rain, as if freezing myself to the bone would have changed anything. I didn’t want that to happen again, but maybe it didn't have to: if I could just figure out why she left me I could work on it.

And right then and there, a single idea occupied my mind.

A crazy one.

I found a rope in the room and used it to slowly and silently drop myself out of the bank. I started taking long, fast steps towards the tent, when the reality switch turned: I was a robber and Alicia was the inspector, there was no point in her being happy to see me again if she was forced to arrest me immediately.

So I turned away from the Bank and walked in the direction that would take me to the stormwater tank.

...

A few days later

My rain boots splashed through the water on the floor of the stormwater tank as I took quick steps towards the door, excited to see the Professor again. I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Behind the entrance, a gun cocked. "Jaque mate, hijo de puta," I heard and my breathing quickened. Who the hell was that?

My instincts immediately responded: I pulled my gun out of my pocket, cocked it and stormed into the room, pointing it at the woman's head. She immediately spun on her heels, her long red hair fluttering in the process, and pointed her own weapon at me.

When I recognised her face, my hands stopped functioning and my gun fell to the ground; my knees felt like they were about to crumple and my body started trembling.

Alicia. Alicia Sierra.

She was back, she was in front of me right now.

"A-Alicia..?" I breathed out, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Joder, realmente eres tú..."

"Si, realmente soy yo, Y/N," She smiled softly.

It took every ounce of energy in me to not jump into her arms, because of the baby and of the time we've been apart; I wasn't sure how she was going to take a hug from me right now.

"How, um-" I cleared my throat. "How's the baby?"

"It's okay. I just... hope it gets to meet you soon." She said. I felt my heart swell at the words, and for some miracle, my legs still didn't give out. The dominant and confident energy she emitted made me almost trip over my own feet while I tried to walk to the bathroom, my breath shaking.

I knew she was going to be focused on interrogating the Professor so I closed the door and let out long, unsteady breaths, crying silently. I didn't want her to see me cry, not just yet. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I didn’t care. I was tired enough to fall asleep on the floor.

...

I woke up and my ears were met with pained moans and screams.

Alicia.

I immediately perked up and rushed out of the bathroom, the door slamming against the wall, startling everyone in the room. Benjamin, the Professor and Marseille were all tied up, but I was able to brush past that.

The love of my life was about to give birth, and she was about to do it alone.

I couldn’t let that happen.

"Alicia!" I said and ran over to her. "Ali, what the hell are you doing?"

"I-" She screamed in pain. "I have to give birth to this kid..."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, breathe with me," I knelt down next to her and she looked me in the eyes as she tried to follow my breathing pattern. She was extremely sweaty and her hair was stuck to her forehead, but to me, she still looked divine. I found the courage to dry her face with my sleeve, and her gaze was still fixated on me, only her eyes softened at my gesture.

"Let me help you," I offered gently.

"No, I can do this," she argued.

"What if there are complications? What will you do then?"

"Screw complications, Y/N, I'm fine."

"Damn it, Sierra, why are you so stubborn?! Just let me help you!"

She sighed in defeat. "You're not letting this go, are you?"

"Well, you know me," I slightly tilted my head and smiled at her. She smiled back at me, chuckling softly. That certainly classified as a victory.

I walked her through the process: I hated to see her in pain, so I did my best to make this easy on her. It surprised me how comfortable she was at my touch, I thought she was going to be distrusting, like she was when we first met. That was the second victory.

She started pushing and the screams were getting worse; I felt like crying, wishing that there was anything I could do to ease her pain, to make her feel better. Unfortunately, there wasn't, so I needed to stay strong and comfort her instead.

"Shit, the baby's breech," I cursed.

"I'm guessing that med school pulled through." She said, straining. It astounded me how in the middle of one one of the most painful moments of a woman's life, she'd still act confident and plaster that annoyingly charming smirk on her face.

"You two know each other?" Professor asked.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," I replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, but his curiosity didn't back down. "How do you know each other?"

I sighed, "Well, if you must know, she's my ex-girlfriend." I replied, trying to focus on pulling out the baby safely.

"Varsòvia, why didn’t you tell me?"

"It wasn’t important."

"How is it not important? You have a direct emotional connection with the leading inspector of the heist, of course it's important!"

"I'm a little busy here, can I ignore you some other time?"

I pulled the baby out and carefully wrapped her in a towel, her cries mixing with Alicia's heavy breaths. I gently put the baby in her arms and leaned my head on hers, sighing out of relief.

Alicia nuzzled into me and looked up at me, smiling. "Thank you."

I smiled back and ran my fingers through her red hair. "Don't mention it."

...

A lot of messed up shit later

The Professor, Alicia and I managed to escape the police's martial law. For now.

The apartment was empty, except for the delightful company of a ginger cat, who happened to be the friendliest I had ever met. Right now, it was cuddled up on the couch with Alicia, a sight that made me smile softly. The Professor went on the hunt for mobiles, anything with a signal, while I checked on little Victoria once again.

When the little girl caught sight of me, she gurgled. I smiled sweetly at her. "Hey, Victoria. Maybe when you'll be big you won't remember all of this chaos, and amen to that. You wouldn't want to remember if you had any idea of what's going. Trust me, your mommy is crazy enough to tell you all about this once you'll be old enough," I chuckled. "She might be crazy enough to tell you about me. I was your mommy's girlfriend, you know? And I loved her, very much, just like you do. I still love her. I guess this is a shitty timing, isn't it? In the middle of the fucking heist, where she was supposed to turn us in ages ago, I'm in love with her as if on the moment I laid eyes on her. That might just be because I'm not strong enough to let things go, I find good things in my life and desperately cling onto them until I make them sick and they leave me for good. Because that's what happened, honey. Sometimes heartbreak is just too much and you're so bent down under it you become stupid enough to get completely away from society and grieve on your own, you know?" A few tears silently flowed down my cheeks and I sniffled. "Of course you don't know. Look at me, I'm so screwed up that I'm unloading my emotional baggage on a day-old baby," I cried softly, burying my face in my hands. "Oh, thank God you don't understand a single word of what I'm saying because this would be the best thing to blackmail me for."

"You were never good with kids," her voice spoke behind me and I froze in place. I couldn’t find the courage to face her, so I took deep breaths until I spun on my heels slowly.

"Well, I'm shit with people in general," I countered, making her chuckle again. "How much of that did you hear?"

"About all of it."

"Joder," I sighed and hid my face in my hands out of embarrassment, blushing furiously.

Alicia stepped closer to me and gently pulled my hands away from my face, drying my falling tears while smiling softly.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. You didn't make anybody sick, honey. It wasn’t your problem, it was mine. I was young and stupid and scared of what could happen next and I treated you like trash in the process. Don't blame yourself for the shit I did, okay?"

I nodded in response and shakily breathed out. "I-I'm sorry... you weren't supposed to hear any of that and I'm sorry-"

"Sweetness, do you remember what I used to tell you about the apologising?"

"Sorry..."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her action.

"You're sorry for what? For loving me? There's nothing wrong with that, and it's not in your control."

"It's okay if you have feelings for me. It's normal, and it's beautiful of you. I think you're an attractive woman as well, and I like you, and you like me. There's nothing wrong with that, the heart wants what it wants." That was what she said to me when I first told her I liked her. I remember I had little to no experience with same-sex relationships and until then had been faced with either rejection or lack of empathy or both, all of this affection and understanding had made me feel appreciated.

"I know, I just-" She cut me off with a loving, passionate kiss.

"Honey, shush," she chuckled. "I love you, too."

My eyes filled with tears again and I kissed her once more, caressing her face sweetly.

...

After the end of the heist

The walk from the helicopter to the gang was the most heartfelt moment ever.

For some miracle, we got out alive, thank God the Professor always had a backup plan. Unfortunately, not all of us made it. Oslo, Moskù, Berlín, sweet Nairobi and Tokyo were all left behind in the two heists. I would never forgive myself for what happened to them, for not saving them, none of us ever would. But what was important was that we made it, although not together as we thought, to the end of the heist.

The first person I hugged was Palermo: I leapt into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me with his hands. The love I felt for Palermo was completely platonic, given both our sexualities, but he was one of the most important people to me in the gang. He was my best friend, my safe haven, my protector, my genius.

"We did it, Palermo," I sniffled.

He wiped the falling tears from my face. "We did it, sweetheart."

After him, I embraced the happy couple, Sergio and Raquel. I congratulated the two for their engagement, earning a sweet "thank you" from both. "And thank you, Sergio, for this." I said sincerely, smiling and pecking his cheek. He smiled back and I hugged Raquel, who silently cried in my arms, sad to say goodbye.

Then came Rio. I hugged the kid so hard, I was surprised he wasn't out of air. I cried in his shoulder and he squeezed me with the same force. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save Tokyo," I said from the bottom of my heart. "Don't blame yourself, Varsòvia. It wasn’t your fault." I held his face in my hands and kissed his cheek as he cried harder and buried his own face in my shoulder.

I gave a brief hug to everyone else, wiping their tears and rubbing their backs. I was going to miss the gang, the group of people that opened a new chapter in my life, the best friends I'd ever had.

A car pulled up outside; the door opened and a flash of red came out. My eyes immediately lit up: Alicia was here with us. I rushed towards her and tackled her in a hug, to which she chuckled and hugged back with the same strength. She pressed out foreheads together and I let out a sigh of content, happy to finally be in her arms again.

She said her goodbyes to Sergio and Raquel, giving an embrace to the former and a handshake to the latter. He handed her her new identity with a smile, "There's one for Victoria as well." She thanked him and approached the car. I looked at her like a sad puppy, not knowing what to do. Should I go after her or stay with the gang?

I looked at Palermo for advice: he just nodded his head towards Alicia. "Go on," he encouraged, smiling. I gazed back at Alicia, admiring her green doe eyes and tantalising smile and rushed back to Palermo, giving him one last squeeze.

"Don't hesitate, honey," he advised. "You two are clearly meant to be."

"Thank you," I cried. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me too, Varsòvia, me too. Now go on, don't keep your lady waiting."

I smiled at him and caught Alicia's wrist before she could open the door to the car. She looked at me in surprise and I slammed my lips on hers, cupping her cheek as I brought her closer to me. The gang whooped and cheered as we kissed and she pulled me to the car. While she talked to the Professor, Palermo caught my gaze and gave me a knowing wink, making me blush slightly and grin at him again.

I waved goodbye to the gang as Alicia started driving off.

"So, where are we off to?" I asked her.

She rested her hand on mine, smiling at me. "Wherever we want, honey."

There was a moment of silence between us, a completely comfortable pause. It was one of the things I loved about being with her: the silence between us was never uncomfortable.

"You look beautiful." I blurted out, regretting it at first.

She chuckled, "Thanks. You used to say that a lot when we were together."

"Because it's true. And I will continue to say it forever."

"Forever? That's how long you're willing to stay with me?" She teased.

"With you and Victoria? I'd spend all my time with you two, no questions asked."

She smiled, moved, and surprised at how I turned her tease around into a sweet moment.

"I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you, too."

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

From D-F.

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Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Sub/dom dynamics, possessiveness/jealousy, public-sex, bondage, toys, gender-neutral reader - tried making the pairings/dynamics as gender-neutral as possible, lmk if it was gendered in any way so I can fix it! <3 Words: 1.1K Summary: NSFW alphabet with the LCDP character, D-F. What are they like in bed? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nairobi is good at hiding it, but she’s really jealous and possessive.

Especially after she started dating you.

She doesn’t want to come across as the “crazy”/jealous girlfriend, so she’s good at hiding it.

She trusts you wholeheartedly, but still she doesn’t like it when people flirt with you.

You’re hers, and she wants everyone to know it.

The thought of taking you to a public bathroom or wherever you may be - to make you scream her name - is a turn on.

She wants everyone to hear your sweet voice calling out your name as she claims you as hers.

She also likes leaving hickeys in visible places.

Mostly to mark you up

But also because she thinks you look so cute covered in her love marks.

Although, she also likes the thought of you flirting with someone to make her jealous

…So she can fuck you dumb and have you repeat “I’m yours”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She is pretty experienced.

She hasn’t had many sexual partners but has experience

She does a lot of solo play too, and knows what she likes and dislikes in bed.

Very considerate with your preferences too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Likes the classics - missionary and 69.

Likes being on top and bottom equally, tho she prefers being in charge

She likes seeing your face when fucking you, so she really can pay attention to your sweet reactions.

I feel like Nairobi has a couple of strap-ons, so any position where she can use them on you is good ;)

Berlin

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes the idea of blindfolding you, often using his own ties or putting satin blindfolds over your eyes.

Knowing you’re completely at his mercy excites him.

He’ll get the chance to use whips on you, tease your skin with feathers and make you shiver with his touch.

…This way, he can tease you too.

Probably cruel and doesn’t touch you, have you on edge and begging for it.

Only to give you the pleasure needed when you least expect it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Homeboys have four ex-wives… That’s all I’ll say.

He knows how to pleasure you, and also knows what he likes in bed.

Very attentive and catches up on what you like and dislike in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style.

He loves having you on all fours, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you.

The position gives him the opportunity to take you on other places besides the bed.

The kitchen counters, against a table, the shower wall…. You name it.

This man is creative af lmao

He’s an ass guy, how can he not love doggy?

Denver

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Although Denver is usually on top, he wants you to totally dominate him.

Handcuffs, toys, orgasm denial, whatever…

He wants to try it - and be the one to receive it.

He’s turned on by the thought of you totally slutting him out.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Homeboy knows what he’s doing

And DAMN, he’s good.

He has had casual flings and partners before you, so he is very experienced.

…And not shy to brag about it.

He seems to know just how to pleasure you, without even trying that hard.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy styleeee

He loves taking you from behind

Being able to pull your hair, to squeeze your ass…

Apart from that, he likes 69

Tokyo

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She likes teasing you, not necessarily to start an argument, rather because she thinks you’re hot when angry or frustrated

She knows exactly what buttons to push to make you mad, but also knows how to be seductive when teasing.

In a way, she’s turned on by being a “brat” and eventually have you losing it

…Which hopefully ends up with sex

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Tokyo is experienced.

Definitely knows how to satisfy you and herself.

Likes guiding you, telling you exactly where and how to touch her

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

D O G G Y (idk why I headcanon half of the characters to love that, but it makes sense?? 😭)

She knows you like her ass (and she loves it too lmao) so she likes teasing you with it when in doggy position

Apart from that, she likes positions where she’s on top.

She wants to be in control of pace and really make you go feral under her.

Professor

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sergio likes roleplays.

Maybe not a dirty secret to others, but he’s pretty “vanilla” in bed

He likes it when you call him “Professor” in bed

He is a switch but leaning more towards being a sub, but when roleplaying, he likes being in charge and playing the roles of the dom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not that much experience

Like he told Tokyo in one episode - he’s not a virgin, but is not the person that “sleeps around”

Sergio gives me demisexual vibes (same Sergio same)

I feel like he only sleeps with people he’s close with or really trusts.

He memorizes what you like, where you want to be touched etc to create the perfect experience for you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Likes more intimate positions where he can be close to you

He wants to see your face when you have sex, and have your body tightly pressed against his.

Honestly? He doesn’t have a favorite. As long as it's a passionate one

Bonus point if you’re on top of him.

Alicia Sierra

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kinky AF

Homegirl has a lot of fantasies, from using handcuffs on you, BDSM and roleplays…

But her biggest “secret” is her fantasy to make a tape with you.

She wants to have sex with you, filming it - preferably with a video camera - and be able to watch it.

She probably has some intimate photos of you, on her phone AND printed out. (with permission ofc)

Audio files of your moans, too.

She wants to be able to hear your sweet sounds after being apart from you for too long

Probably listens to it to get off, or as an “ASMR” to fall asleep lmao 😭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced

She’s had a few partners so she knows what she’s doing

Alicia is open and honest with what she likes

Very passionate and experimental in bed, open to finding brand new ways to satisfy yours and her needs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Likes spicing it up with more “complicated” positions

Not a fan of missionary to be honest

She prefers being on top

Any position where you’re submissive underneath her will do it ;)

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Masterlist - Multifandom

I only write for 18+ characters I will mostly write gender neutral or female readers, but if wanted I can try writing for others too! :) I'm also open to requests! (Scenarios, characters, headcanons etc) PS: English is not my first language, so if I make any (spelling) mistakes, please let me know how I can improve my writing. <3

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LCDP character valentines day headcanons

Fandom - La Casa de papel/Money Heist

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - Bruce - Cameron - x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): No smuts, but suggestive themes. Reader is gender neutral. Words: 1.3K Summary: How do the LCDP characters celebrate valentines together with reader? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon

I made one of Breaking Bad characters, so ofc I gotta make one for my babygirls in LCDP 🫶

Enjoy and happy valentines day to y'all!!!

(single gang wya?)

Nairobi

Nairobi LOVES valentine’s day.

Cheesy stuff is her favorite thing - romance movies, dates etc…

So for Valentine's Day, she wants to have a big celebration with you.

She makes plans weeks ahead, booking a weekend for the two of you.

She likes taking you on roadtrips and also going on mini vacations to other towns

So that’s what she does on february 14.

She doesn’t GAF if it’s in the middle of the week, you’re going lmao

Of course she’s also brought you gifts, probably some jewelry or a plushie. …Maybe both, actually.

Her face lights up when you hand her a gift too.

Will be all over you with kisses

She takes a lot of photos of and with you, and everything the two of you see and do. She wants to document it all and look back at it.

The day is spent at the hotel, going to a spa, sightseeing or just a candlelit dinner, whichever you prefer.

She also books the fancy room, making sure the two of you have some privacy for the nights… ;)

Berlin

Cheesy, romantic mf man

Andrés would spend a ridiculous amount of money for valentines day 😭

No but fr, you’d have to stop him from spontaneously paying for a trip to another country.

He treats this damn “holiday” like it is a life or death situation

Which can be both charming, but a bit concerning.

Luckily, he listens to you and decides on going for a weekend away instead. …His treat, of course

He books the two of you into some romantic spa hotel, and takes you out for fancy dinners.

Of course… Gifts, too.

He buys you those things you’ve half mentioned wanting earlier. He memorizes everything you say, basically.

He does all of this, yet still gets flustered when you give him something back. “Mi amor… You… You didn’t have to.” Meanwhile he has a big grin on his face, feeling grateful for every single thing you do.

The weekend away is full of love, relaxation and… Passion 🤭

“King of valentines day”, what can I say?

Denver

I love Denver, but he is pretty forgetful.

He remembered it was Valentine's Day the same morning.

But this doesn’t mean he doesn't make an effort.

He loves you, and even if you don’t care that much about it being february 14, he wants to show his love to you.

He rushes to the store to buy you flowers and some other gift.

He takes you out on a date in the afternoon, making sure he looks extra nice for you.

The date is something romantic, yet fun.

Either an amusement park, picnics somewhere beautiful, ice/roller skating… You name it.

When exchanging gifts, he feels bad for almost forgetting, but you don’t seem bothered at all, just happy to be with him.

He gets excited when you hand him over a gift, feeling damn lucky to have you in his life.

He doesn’t care what you give him, just happy you had him in mind.

Although, if you were to be angry at him, he has more surprises waiting once home iykwim ;)

Tokyo

A bit like Denver, but at least she remembers the day before lmao

…Might be because you reminded her

She feels bad, tho, so she makes sure to buy you something and also flowers.

Tokyo doesn’t hate valentines day, but does find it annoying with all lovey-dovey couples.

But she loves you, and defies her dislike for the day.

She warms up a bit at your reaction to the gifts, tho.

And loves what you get for her.

Doesn’t matter what it is, it will be her new comfort item, and a reminder of her love for you.

She takes you out for a romantic dinner, but then drags you out to the club.

She just wants to party the night away whilst keeping you close, showing everyone that you’re hers.

The night probably ends with the two of you making out on the dance floor, and taking it somewhere more private…

Professor

This man…

He’s not used to “celebrating” valentines day, so he is awkward about it.

Probably pleads Andrés for his help to pick out a gift to you and give him advice

…Although he ends up roasting his ideas/suggestions, since they’re too bold, perverted or cheesy.

Still, he ends up taking some advice.

Homeboy just wants to give you a good day

And he does.

Sergio ends up going for the classic - flowers, suit and romantic dinner.

Also buys you some gift, just simply something he knows you like/need.

Although he’s a bit nervous/awkward at first, being around you makes him less tense.

He totally stops functioning when you smile and give him what you bought for him

Legit a blushing mess lmao

It ends up being a good valentines day, and you make sure to thank him in more than one way 🤭

Alicia Sierra

Alicia has a busy job, but she tries taking a day off, or at least the afternoon - to spend it with you.

She’s not that cheesy.

She likes Valentine's Day, since it is a day of “celebration”, but she usually doesn’t bother with it.

Until things got real with you.

She buys some simple (but probably expensive) gift and some flowers and picks you up with her car.

She takes you out to watch some movie and then to her place, where she’s fixed a candlelit dinner.

That way, you have more privacy and focus on each other.

Alicia likes spoiling you, even if she doesn’t admit so out loud.

That’s why she looks so smug as you open the wrapping paper to the piece of jewelry she brought.

The gift she got from you, she carefully places in her living room, where she can look at it all the time.

After dinner, you spend the night at her place.

You won’t be sleeping much, tho… ;)

Bruce

Bruce sees Valentine's Day as a chance to impress you.

Sure, you're already his, but he still wants to seduce you.

He’ll have you sleep over the night before, and wake you up with breakfast in bed, and also give you the gift he’s brought.

Might not be the best food, but at least he made it with love lol

Literally spends the whole day pampering you, making you feel like a royal, which is his only goal.

And you do the same for him.

Which is pretty easy. A couple of kisses, and you’re all his.

Which is why he got so emotional when you gave him a gift too.

The day is spent with home spa, watching movies, making out, and either ordering food or takeaway.

Basically just a day where the two of you relax together and do other fun stuff, happy to have found each other.

Cameron

Due to her last relationship, she’s not that fond of valentines day.

She doesn’t see the point in being extra affectionate once a year, when you can do so everyday.

Still, you buy her a valentine's gift and surprise her with flowers.

She’s stunned at first, then flustered, and then smiles, pulling you into a kiss.

As a thank you, she takes you out on a date.

Together, the two of you like adrenaline and action.

So of course, you either go to an amusement park, or go sightseeing on her motorcycle, with you sitting behind her, hands wrapped around her hips as she speed drives through town.

The rest of the day, you explore random places together, taking pictures and making memories.

Cameron can’t help but just stare at you, feeling so incredibly lucky to have you.

You go to some cozy restaurant to eat.

Once going home, it’s getting dark.

The two of you can’t keep hands to yourself during the trip home

So you end up doing that at the most random place

Afterwards, you are cuddled up and stargazing.

Although you’re supposed to watch the stars, you and Cameron only has eyes for each other, tbh <3

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

Part 3 - From K-O

»» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI. Sub/dom, (semi) public, possessiveness, mentions of mommy kinks, Words: 1.7K Summary: NSFW alphabet challenge D-F. What are the LCDP characters like in bed? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

Nairobi

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sub/dom & authority (in which she is more of a soft domme)

Sex toys (...especially strap-ons 🤭)

Praise & degradation

Breeding

Semi/Public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Preferably in bed

To provide you both comfort and give you good aftercare

Like I’ve said in earlier parts, she won’t mind being a bit risky and doing it in public places ;)

Especially to make you scream her name to let people know who you belong too

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything from big romantic/cheesy gestures

…To simple things such as you wearing skimpy clothes or trying to rile her up - she likes it when you act all needy and horny for her

A good, long foreplay gets her going too.

Teasing each other in public

Bonus: Homegirl ain’t scared to slide her hand down your underwears when at a restaurant just to see you flustered “I can't wait to strip you out of those clothes later.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or “sharing” you

It’s a big NO

You’re hers, and the thought of someone else touching you the way she does? It doesn’t sit right with her

Anything that makes you uncomfortable turns her off tbh

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes both equally

That’s why she likes 69ing with you lol

Very passionate when giving you

Will have you on the couch, leg spread wide whilst she goes down

And B O Y she’s good

When receiving, she loves bringing you to your knees

That way, she can place her legs over your shoulders for her own comfort

…And tease you by squeezing her thighs around you and force you in place

Very loud when receiving, and demanding

If you have longer hair she’ll pull it slightly and guide your head

And VERY praising afterwards

Berlin

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Impact play

Dom/sub & discipline

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…

Prefers a bit privacy

So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply… You.

And his own fantasies.

Just imagining what he wants to do with you

Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes and cuckolding

Anything that has to do with sharing you

Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭

Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy passionate AF

He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)

He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure

Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too

He loves receiving too

Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him

Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans

He hates being the guy to fuck your face

…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards

He makes up for your gagging and sore throat afterwards tho 🤭

Denver

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talking

Roleplay

…Breeding ;)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, any time, ALL THE TIME.

He’s a horny guy, what can he say?

If you’re horny, he won’t let you be all bothered

If you’re in public he’ll find a somewhat private spot where you can take care of each other's “problems” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Y O U

He’s easy to turn on

Kinda pervy when it comes to you, just watching you suck on a lollipop or ice-cream will have him aroused tbh 😭

Nudes too

If you’re comfortable sending them ofc

It’s the biggest motivation EVER, he adores and loves worshiping your naked body

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not that kinky, so anything that is too “extreme” is not it.

Not that fond off BDSM etc

He’ll try it if you are into it, but it’s not for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving tbh

Your warm lips wrapped around his cock works like a charm.

Stressed? Sad? Happy? Angry? Blowjobs!!! 🤪

Still likes giving too

Especially when you show your appreciation with sweet moans

It boosts his ego to know he can make you sound like that

Just love to make you feel good.

Tokyo

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship & praise

Degradation

Sex toys

Semi/public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Doesn’t matter really

If she wants you - she NEEDS you, right there, right now

Doesn’t mind fucking you in a dirty restroom if she’s horny for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your presence alone is enough tbh

She is extremely attracted to you and everything you do turns her on

When you bend down to pick something up, smiling at her from across the room…

Touch is her love language, and she loves hugging you

Her hands wandering to your ass, thighs or stomach, feeling your body under her palms… It drives her crazy

Or if you do the same on her.

She melts under your touch and craves more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything where you could end up hurt

Sure she likes to be a bit wild, but your comfort is still prioritized.

She hates the thought of you bruised up in any way (except from hickeys, which she loves giving and receiving)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving

Just being able to sit back down and enjoy watching your mouth working on her pussy

Tokyo is the person to grind against your mouth

VERY loud too, and praising.

When giving - she likes surprising you

For example dropping to her knees when your least expect it and then work her way down

And she’s good at it too

Professor

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Authority

Roleplay

Dom/sub (in which he prefers being submissive)

Worship & praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sergio is a classy man 💅

Prefers the bed, it’s the most comfy option, after all.

He prefers slow, passionate session in the bedroom

If he’s feeling extra wild he’ll do it in the couch or shower 🤭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him

…Or purposely trying to turn him on - It works.

When you make him feel hot and wanted.

Homeboy have low self-esteem, so you touching him, telling him he’s sexy/good-looking etc not only makes him feel good about himself…

But also flusters him and turns him on 🥹

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he is pretty “vanilla”

He is more of a sub, so he prefers it if you are taking charge tho

Likes experimenting but a big no for him is:

Humiliation, pain and being rude/disrespectful towards you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

He thinks it’s fascinating how you enjoy his oral skills so much

The first times were messy and awkward but he quickly learnt what you liked and improved his skills

His tongue and mouth *chefs kiss*

Could spend hours between your legs, watching you go crazy from something he’s doing

Won’t say no to receiving tho 👀

He’s not so picky, just you wanting to give him a blowjob turns him on

He’ll hold a gentle hand on the back of your head

You will earn some grunts and soft moans from his

Alicia Sierra

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This one either makes a lot of sense, or not at all.

Mommy kink

Said it before, but she is a domme

She doesn’t necessarily ask you to call her ��Mommy”

But still, she likes the thought of dominating you but doing so in a soft way

She’ll absolutely destroy you in bed, whilst whispering words of encouragement and getting turned on by your whimpers and moans

…And even by those pretty tears in your eyes as she edges and overstims you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom

She prefers intimacy and privacy

Since she is a bit rougher she wants to provide you with some type of comfort, such as having you on bed, having a pillow behind your back or under your lower abdominal

Although, she’s keen on the idea of taking you in public places if you’re both in the mood, or if you’ve “been bad” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Turning her on is not a challenge

Wear something revealing - or better, nothing at all! - and she��s ready to take you.

You’re a treasure to her and so beautiful, how can she not be horny for you?

Makes sure to rile you up too

With her wearing tops to show off her cleavage, whispering to you how badly she wants to fuck you…

She also adores you being bratty. She sometimes ignores your need on purpose just to have you cry and turn into a whiny bitch to receive attention

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yes, she likes being rough, but there are limits

She wouldn’t do something that could hurt you or inflict pain

Anything with blood etc is a big no for her

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

But she expects you to do something in return, to thank her.

Absolutely drives you insane with her skilled tongue and warm lips, finding all the right places and spots to make you scream her name

Knows how to make you cum quickly and her goal is to at least give you 1-2 orgasms

She’s demanding when receiving.

Will have you lay down and sit on your face, grinding it and guiding the movements of your tongue and lips

Loves making you a mess and watching your swollen lips and the way her juices drips on your chin

Rough, fast movements over you as she praises you

Swells with pride as she sees the mess she’s made out of her perfect partner, knowing that you’re hers, and hers only.

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