#berlin x you

[dear-sigyn]

THUNDER

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.4k 𝒂/𝒏: starting to write this during my exam period wasn't my brightest idea, nor was finishing it at 2am, but hey, better inspiration always comes late at night ;) 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none (that I think of)

You knew it was getting late, very late, and a quick glance at your watch confirmed that it was indeed already past 4am. The storm that showed up earlier in the evening was still raging outside, and each thunderclap resonated like a drum in your heart, preventing you from falling asleep.

At first, you told yourself that it was just the excessively loud noise keeping you awake, but the way your breath caught every time lightning tore through the sky told a different story: you were scared. Worse yet, you were terrified, and there was no use pretending otherwise - you wouldn’t find sleep tonight.

With a long sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, moving around your room in search of the notebook where all your notes from yesterday are written. ‘If I have to pull an all-nighter, it might as well be a productive one,’ you thought.

However, as you turned your room upside down for your precious writings, you quickly realized they were nowhere to be found. Anxiety slowly began to grow in your chest, and suddenly, felt the weight of your worries about the upcoming heist bearing down on your shoulders.

In reality, it’s been a few days since you’ve started to dwell on everything that could go wrong. Even though the Professor's plan seems perfectly laid out, there are always external factors that we can't predict, right? But now is not the right time to worry about that.

Taking a deep breath and refocusing your thoughts, it only took 2 seconds to remember where they were, or rather, who had them.

And it was quite simple, really. After another ‘lesson’ with the Professor, Berlin asked you - not without adding a few inappropriate remarks throughout the conversation - if you could lend him your notes.

Despite his peculiar character, you got along quite well at your first encounter, and you quickly grew closer over the weeks spent together - perhaps a bit more than you should have knowing the rules - so you didn’t think too much before handing him your notebook. You had planned to pick it up later in the evening, but with the storm intensifying, you promptly retreated to your room without a word, hiding your head beneath your pillow to drown out the unsettling rumblings. It would certainly be very rude to disturb him in the middle of the night just to come pick them up, but that was the least of your concern at the moment, and the lack of sleep wasn’t making you think rationally anyway.   

So without thinking too much about the consequences that your next decision might entail if you were ever caught, you decided to leave your room, quietly closing the door behind you, and tiptoed across the hallway. 

As you arrived at his door, doubts began to form in your mind, but before they could consume you entirely you softly knocked on his door, being careful to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking others, while already anticipating his remarks about why you had come to see him this late at night.

And sure enough, when he finally opened the door the first thing you saw was a mischievous - and  tired - smile forming on his lip as his eyes met yours, “Well, who do we have here? To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at such a late hour, cariño?”

You took a breath to pull yourself together and smiled weakly back at him “Well, you see I’m sorry to bother you at this hour but it occurred to me that you have something of mine in your possession”. He raised an eyebrow, amused, “Is that so? And what could be so important that you must come knocking at my door at …” he glanced at his watch, “... almost 5 in the morning?”

His subtle sarcastic tone didn’t escape you; he knew exactly what you were talking about. Usually, you weren’t opposed to playing along with his little games, but the thunder that continued to rumble outside and the looming threat of another lightning strike approaching made your patience wear thin, “My notebook Berlin, I need my notebook now”, at that you saw his eyebrows furrowed, maybe your tone was a little too harsh, “... please.”

“Oh, you wound me, nena. Why the rush?” he said, feigning offense. But realizing that you were definitely not in the mood, he sighed and continued in a dramatic tone. “For your information, cariño, I had planned to return it to you last night. But that was before you dashed to your room like a flash, without even saying goodnight.”, he said, raising his hand to his heart. “Are you aware of the pain it caused me?”

At that, you scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating? Don’t tell me you’re sulking because I didn’t say goodnight; that doesn’t sound like something you would do.” He shrugged and replied, “Maybe I am.”

You were about to retort when suddenly a particularly loud thunder was heard, making you jump and utter a cry. Feeling panic starting to overtake you, you were about to glance down the hallway to check if your reaction had woken anyone up, but you didn’t get the time. With a firm grip on your shoulders, he ushered you into his room, closing the door behind you. 

You're unsure of what caused you to break down first—the sound of thunder that led to a completely ridiculous reaction in front of Berlin, his reluctance to return your notebook, the sleep deprivation, or the near-miss of being caught standing in the hallway in the middle of the night just to retrieve some notes. But you felt the first tear roll down your cheek, followed by a second, then a third, until cascades were flowing from your eyes.

When he realized the distress you were in, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, the other coming around your waist, enveloping you in a tight embrace. It was just what you needed to fully let go and release all your pent-up emotions.

While your cries increased, he gently hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. And after taking a few minutes to calm down, you finally spoke again, your voice muffled against his chest. “ … I don’t like storms,” you murmured, to which he responded with a low chuckle, “You don’t say, cariño.”

He loosened his grip to observe your face, but still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, you kept your head tucked against him. “Hey …” his hand delicately rested on your cheek, guiding your gaze toward his. “That’s it, look at me.”

“It’s not only the storm, is it?,” his fingers tenderly brushed away the remnants of your tears in a soothing gesture. You nodded slowly and tried once again to speak, but your throat tightened, preventing you from doing so, no sound coming out.

“Oh no, you don't have to tell me right now, but please don't shut yourself off from me or even the others like that anymore, hm ?”, he brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, “It’s not good for you.” You nodded once again, leaning your head gently against his chest as you closed your eyes, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing. You then felt your own breathing becoming steadier and the tension gradually leaving your body.

You stayed in this position, in the middle of his room, for a moment, and as you were miraculously beginning to fall asleep, the sound of his voice snapped you out of your reverie. "You can stay and sleep here, if you want”, his suggestion was made in a quiet voice, as if he didn't want to rush you.

It was certainly a bad idea, but at the moment, it was the least of your worries. You felt so relaxed, so peaceful, that you murmured a nearly inaudible 'yes' to him but due to your proximity he heard it. Berlin carefuly guided you to his bed, settling you in, and pulled the covers up to your shoulders before settling in on the other side.Finally, you felt sleep starting to kick in. But before fully succumbing to it, you sensed arms embracing you, a soft kiss tenderly placed in your hair and a hand covering your ear blocking the sounds of the thunder outside. A faint smile appeared on your lips, for the first time since the storm began, you felt safe.

first writing done!! english is not my first langage so my sincere apologies for any mistakes I tried to be careful <3

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[manisca-rye]

Dreams of Grandeur and Paradise

Title: Dreams of Grandeur and Paradise (Part 1)

Rating: M

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x OC

Word Count: 5K

Synopsis: The day the most iconic heist in history began at the Royal Mint of Spain, Francisca Martínez was working her last shift of the week in the cafeteria of the museum as a waitress. The heist lasts a total of six days, during which time Francisca finds herself getting too comfortable with her hostage status as she develops a decidedly unhealthy fascination with the leader of the heist, an enigmatic man called Mr. Berlin.

Contains: unequal power dynamics, smut, possible stockholm syndrome

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Segment I: A Robbery At The Royal Mint

Friday

The atmosphere at the cafeteria of the Royal Mint of Spain was as busy as it ever was on a Friday morning and so I went about my work duties, serving patrons with their food orders and ensuring everything was running smoothly on my part. I had been at this job as a waitress for two years now and had come to enjoy the various interactions I had with the patrons that often came by the cafeteria.

I had come in for my morning shift and began work at seven o'clock, and now a little more than three hours into my shift, the morning breakfast crowd of patrons had slowed down and so I was performing clean-up duty as I went around the tables of the cafeteria collecting anything left behind and wiping down the tables while I sang along to the music playing in the cafeteria and paid faint attention to the chattering of the other cafeteria workers.

As I made my way back to the kitchen of the cafeteria, the sudden opening of the cafeteria doors caught my attention as two people dressed in red jumpsuits and pointing guns in my direction made me drop the cleaning items I was holding as I froze in fear for a momentary second. The next few minutes were chaotic as I, along with all the other employees of the cafeteria, were led out by the armed robbers until we found ourselves in the main hall of the museum where we were instructed to cover our eyes with sleep masks.

I could hear the sounds of people sobbing as we stood around waiting for the unknown, and my own terror at the current situation made me cry quietly right along with the others. I listened to the voice of one of the robbers as he gave a speech that explained our current circumstances and warned us of the importance of obeying their instructions. After completing several rounds of the instructed breathing exercises, I found myself gradually calming down enough to stop crying and was left shivering in fearful anticipation.

It was nerve wracking to stand in wait silently, and when the alarms began to go off, I hoped that meant that the police would be alerted to what was happening and rescue us before the robbers could do anything to harm anyone. The next moments were filled with the sound of gunfire going off and the screams of everyone taken hostage and time seemed to stop as my terror came back tenfold.

Segment II: We Are Now Hostages

It had now been a few hours since the robbers had entered the royal mint and taken everyone hostage. In that time, we had all our phones confiscated and we were currently seated on the floor of the main hall, still blindfolded as we waited while hoping for the police to negotiate our release. I continually tried to distract myself with happier memories and my terror at my current situation was minimally lessened if nothing else.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the orders to stand up and take our masks off. I blinked as my eyesight adjusted to the light after having been kept in the dark for so long. Cautiously looking around I could see most of the other hostages wore varying expressions of tiredness and fear as we listened to the robber that had introduced himself as the leader, Mr Berlin, explain that we were going to receive sleeping bags, sandwiches and water in preparation for sleep. He went on to announce that we would also be required to wear red jumpsuits similar to the ones the robbers wore and would be given fake guns to be used at a later time. Despite the circumstances, I eagerly consumed the sandwiches and water, having not realised how hungry I was with the passing of time.

After finishing our meals, we received masks similar to the ones worn by the robbers and engaged in what I later figured out was almost a confrontation with the police. Thereafter, the kidnappers instructed different groups of people to follow them and be put to work while the rest of us that remained would get a chance to sleep. I fell asleep soon after getting into my sleeping bag, hoping that when I woke up, the nightmare I found myself in would have somehow ended.

Segment III: Medication and Gunshots

Saturday

When I next woke up, the nightmare had not ended and I found myself still being held hostage in the royal mint. I could feel what I guessed was a stress-induced headache coming on, and so I tried breathing exercises to calm myself but that didn't seem to be helping no matter how much I willed myself calm. I had experienced similar headaches in the past, most often in the year following my Mother's death but had learnt to manage my tiredness and stress as the years went by.

The speech given by Mr Berlin about ensuring no one became depressed by assigning us all tasks was cut short when he came and stood in front of the older woman that was sobbing in front of me. After offering anxiety medication to the sobbing woman, the question was asked if anyone else needed medication and after a few more people spoke up, I raised my hand and was called on, “I need pain killers.”  

After the robber called Nairobi had collected a group of men to follow her, we were each allowed to record videos for our families. I had no immediate family to speak of since my Mother's passing six years ago and my Father's death a decade ago. I had no siblings as I had been an only child and any extended family I had left, I was not particularly close to. Nonetheless, I thought about what I would like to say to the people I considered family, my closest friends and my Mother's closest friends that I considered my own aunties.

“Hello. This is Francisca. Francisca Martínez. I am doing well. We are being well looked after and the robbers are not violent. I hope to see you all again soon, and wish you well for now.” I breathed deeply after my video had been recorded, with the assurance that our videos would be seen by our loved ones on the outside. I was led to an upstairs office where the people that had requested medication earlier were sitted and waiting in tense silence while we were watched over by one of the large and strong-looking robbers.

I was seated closest to the door and so was given the medication to distribute when it was delivered by one of the younger-looking robbers, passing the bag around for everyone to collect their medication. I gratefully took the painkillers and waited for the medicine to start taking effect.

After what could have been an hour or less, I realised that the Director's secretary Ms Monica Gaztambide had not returned after having accompanied the robber out of the office. I only knew of Ms Gaztambide through our limited interactions when she would come by the cafeteria on occasion, but hoped that she was doing well and hoped she would be okay.

The sound of faint gunshots were soon heard and the faint sense of calm I had created for myself vanished in that instant.

Segment IV: The News of Ms Gaztambide's death

Sunday

The next day found our group of five, Alma, Carmen, Elena, Gabriella and I, in the same office we had spent the previous day and night in. I had once again taken another dosage of the painkillers provided yesterday after waking up with another headache and so sat back as I began feeling the slow effects of the medication work to relieve the throbbing pain.

The only chance we got to get out of the room that morning was to go to the bathrooms to relieve ourselves and freshen up as best we could with only the use of limited toiletries, paper towels and water from the handwashing sinks. I stood in front of the mirror as I applied a minimal coating of hand lotion to my face after a wash, giving my dark brown skin a minimally better-looking appearance.

When we returned to the office, we were soon silent as we sat around with not much to do other than reflect on the fact that we were currently hostages. I tried not to feel trapped but the stress of not knowing what was going on was suffocating. Each time we heard gunshots, we feared someone had been shot but received no definitive information from the robbers.

My mind drifted as I continuously wondered if I could have done anything differently on that Friday morning in order to have avoided being caught up in my current situation, though I could not have predicted that I would ever be caught up in such a situation.

By the time one of the younger robbers, Rio, came to distribute food and water, I had decided and worked up the nerve to request being assigned any type of task so as to hopefully occupy my mind enough to momentarily forget what was going on. I requested a private chat and when Rio and I had made our way into the corridor outside the office, I began, “I feel better today than I did yesterday and wanted to find out if there are any tasks I can be assigned to do downstairs.”

“There aren't any tasks that require any more people right now. But I will let you know if that changes.” He replied before he escorted me back to the office and left our group alone. 

The atmosphere of the room was somewhat less anxious with the robber guarding us from outside the door and not in the room with us as the other had been yesterday. We were able to exchange quiet conversation and reassurance to each other as we sat and waited for the unknown.

The chattering abruptly ended as the door opened and in came the robber that had introduced himself as the leader of the heist. The atmosphere of the room became tense as Mr Berlin sat in the chair closest to the door, surveying us all with a look that I could not really read. With a stroke of unfounded bravery, I stared and studied him, looking for something I was not aware of but some part of me was curious about such a man.

Mr Berlin gave a speech about how we were protected from the horror, blood and gunfire that was going on outside of where we were.

I listened to his voice, trying to determine what sort of person would lead such a heist against an institution like the royal mint, when he announced that he had had to order the death of a person in order to maintain order. The tone of voice used by Mr Berlin to describe emotions made it seem like he was firmly detached from the very emotions he described.

The mention of the death of Ms Gaztambide filled me with fear and sadness as I wondered if that meant that we might all lose our lives. Mr Berlin had previously assured everyone that we would not lose our lives if we followed the robbers' rules and I wondered whether Ms Gaztambide had broken one of their rules or they had just turned against her and killed her regardless of their own rules.

Either my sense of bravery had intensified or maybe I was just getting tired of my current circumstance but I raised my hand when he had finished speaking for several moments and when he nodded in affirmation, I took a deep breath as I asked, “You assured us that we would all be safe if we followed the rules and instructions. Did Ms Gaztambide break one of the rules?”

Mr Berlin looked at me directly as he answered, “Ms Gaztambide had hidden a phone away. One of the very first rules given was that no one was allowed to keep any phones with them and no one was allowed to contact the outside world.” He looked at all of us as he reassured, “Nothing will happen to you for as long as you obey the rules and instructions given to you.”

After a few moments of silence, Mr Berlin stood up and made his way to the door, leaving without another word.

My thoughts were filled with sadness for Ms Gaztambide's unfortunate fate and what that meant for the rest of us. But underlying my sadness was a growing morbid curiosity about just what kind of man the leader of the robbers was.

Mr Berlin had previously seemed reassuring, or rather as reassuring as one could be as a kidnapper in a hostage situation, each time he made one of his speeches explaining what was required of those taken hostage. But now I particularly wondered what kind of a man leads criminals to take hostages in such a manner and discusses the death of a woman as though it were a usual everyday happening.

After what felt like a less than three hours later, the sudden sounds of gunshots and screams began ringing out. We all instinctively dived to the floor and were huddled together as the gunfire and screams continued for what felt like an endless amount of time, though was realistically less than half an hour, before all went quiet again.

All five of us checked on one another to make sure everyone was doing okay, reassuring each other of our well being. Carmen noted something that we were all thinking but too afraid to say, “Do you think they killed a lot of people?”

After a beat of silence., I shook my head in disagreement. “The screams indicate that people are still alive enough to scream. It could be the police storming inside.”

“Are we just going to wait here not knowing what's happening out there?” questioned the heavily pregnant Elena angrily.

“What do you want us to do? We don't know if the robbers are right outside the door waiting for one of us to step out of line.” Was the reply from the schoolgirl called Gabriella.

As we lapsed into momentary silence, I looked at the door that was supposed to provide security for those inside the room but now acted as a prison gate to keep us locked and unknowing of what was happening outside.

Segment V: Mr Berlin

As more time passed in anxious waiting, the sound of the door opening was a change in the monotony of our routine as we all turned towards the door to see one of the robbers make his way in. He promptly informed me that I was to be escorted somewhere, hopefully not my sudden death, but I nonetheless followed him as he led me to an office down the hall.

He opened the door and indicated that I should proceed and I did so semi-cautiously and turned as the door closed after me, to face the leader of the robbers where he sat behind the large wooden desk drinking what looked to be wine.

“Francisca Martínez.” Mr Berlin questioned, and I nodded in affirmation while wondering if it had been a question or simply a form of acknowledgment.

“Come closer Miss Martinez.” Mr Berlin implored as he drank his wine with a self assured grace.

I moved several steps and now stood in front of the enormous wooden desk. I finally got a chance to study the leader of the heist up close as he offered me a seat in one of the chairs facing him and I quietly thanked him as I took a seat.

A few moments of muted silence passed before he began, “You would like to be assigned a task downstairs, is that right Francisca?” I simply nodded my affirmation in reply.

“You aren't happy with the consideration offered to you so far?” Mr Berlin asked in a tone of voice that did not indicate what answer he preferred to hear but nonetheless, I replied, “I do appreciate your consideration by giving me medication and feel much better than I did earlier today and yesterday. I don't have any headaches anymore. If it's not a bother, I would like to be assigned work with the other hostages downstairs.”

After another moment of simply holding eye contact, he questioned, “Tell me, what was your job before we commandeered operation of the mint?”

“I worked as a waitress at the cafeteria.” I replied, breaking our continued eye contact as I had begun to feel uncomfortable with the intensity with which he stared at me.

“There's already a team working in the cafeteria to prepare food.” He mentioned in reply. “In fact we already have people for everything.”

I nodded in understanding as I replied,“I can also perform any other required tasks.”

“That's the right attitude to have at a time like this.” He replied as he finished his drink and stood up to pour himself another drink, my eyes following him across the room as I had nothing to say in answer to his comment.

Mr Berlin stood upright by the drink station and took a good drink of his wine, watching me with the eyes of a hawk as the silence stretched on.

I stood up and prepared to ask to leave and return to the other office, when he spoke up in a conversational tone of voice. “When Mussolini was losing the Second World War and a cloud of depression wouldn't allow him to think, he realized that the only thing that could lift his spirits was sex.” I stared at him, listening where I stood. “So, he had a prostitute ensconced in a room next to his office, and would visit her every now and then so she could bring back his joy.”

I took a moment to process what he said, trying to read the meaning under the words and particular example given before I ventured to reply. “I wonder what the prostitute thought of that arrangement and what she thought of the man who had made such an arrangement with her.”

Mr Berlin looked at me with a faint trace of what could have been a smile as he heard what I had said. “Indeed one does wonder. Was it simply the money he offered her in return for her company or was there more to their arrangement.”

“Some women find the idea of illicit sex with men considered immoral to be a thrilling fantasy.” I returned looking at him and allowed myself to admire his physicality despite the wrongness of such emotions, especially given the news of Ms Gaztambide's recent fate.

Mr Berlin seemed to study me as he questioned “Is that a fantasy you've had Francisca?”

I breathed deeply as a brief moment of anxiousness passed through me before I answered, “Not until very recently.”

Mr Berlin turned the chair closest to him to face me as he sat down directly across from where I stood against his desk, before he questioned, “Tell me Francisca, do you consider me an immoral man?”

“Morality is relative, particularly in certain circumstances more so than others. But desire and pleasure are universal.” I answered assuredly, my thoughts focused on this very moment as I awaited his reply.

“Absolutely.” He responded. “Now the question remains if I desire you, Francisca.”

“That's a question only you can answer.” I said as I purposefully looked at him and tried to present myself confidently as I stood looking right at him.

Mr Berlin casually stood up and set aside his glass, walking to where I stood while staring at me with an intensity that evoked further desire in me. He stopped so close to where I stood, his dark eyes looking down into my own dark brown ones as he brought his hand to the side of my neck, holding onto my neck with a measure of force before bringing his lips to slowly trace my jaw as he whispered: “I certainly desire you, Miss Martínez.” Before he brought his lips to my own, kissing me slowly at first with a few kisses before fully covering my lips with his own.

I kissed him back without thought, enjoying the taste of rich wine his lips carried and the feel of his lips against mine as pleasure coursed through my body. We slowly broke apart after a few more moments, and I breathed deeply in order to catch my breath as Mr Berlin brought his hands to my waist and guided me onto the desk while he moved to stand my open legs.

Mr Berlin kissed me again even more fervently and I kissed him back just as fiercely while fisting both hands into the front of his jumpsuit. We were soon stripping out of our clothing in between urgent caresses and fervent kisses. Before long, I found myself laying naked on the desk as I rested one bent leg on the desk, feeling pleasure course through my body as Mr Berlin moved closer between my legs while his hands held my waist.

When I shifted my eyes and was looking directly at him, he thrust into me in one swift motion that left me gasping deeply through a heady mixture of pleasure and pain, before my hands moved to grip the edge of the desk by my head.

Mr Berlin fucked like he seemed to do everything else, with a systematic sense of harsh precision as he thrust in and out. Both his hands held onto my waist tightly as he continued fucking me. Only his low groans alerted me to the fact that even he could succumb to the urges of sexual pleasure.

As I approached climax, Mr Berlin brought the hand that had been against my waist to my throat and held on with the slightest pressure, seemingly intensifying my feelings of ecstasy as I moaned passionately, until eventually, my climax washed over me with the intensity of an explosion that rushed through my body and left me in a whole new state of ecstatic bliss. As I experienced the high of my own ecstasy, I felt when Mr Berlin achieved his own orgasm as his thrusts slowed down and the heat of his climax enhanced my own feelings of calming pleasure as I breathed deeply trying to catch my breath for the next few moments.

I accepted the drink Mr Berlin offered as I finished tying my jumpsuit around my waist, before sitting back comfortably on the sofa set to one side of the room. The atmosphere around us was one that was borne of a sexually satisfied calm that followed a round of good sex.

He handed me my drink as he joined me on the sofa, seeming to study me as I smiled at him before taking a generous sip to taste, the rich flavour of the wine reminding me of the taste of Mr Berlin's lips. Just as I brought my glass away from my lips, there was a rapid knock on the door and both Mr Berlin and I turned to see one of the robbers, Nairobi, followed up her knock by opening the door before coming in. Nairobi spared me a momentary glance before looking at Berlin and giving him an urgent look.

Mr Berlin promptly stood up and I followed suit, setting my glass aside as he informed me that I would be escorted back to the other office shortly and to go and wait outside for Nairobi to escort me back. I nodded in understanding before I went out into the hallway, only faintly catching the words exchanged between Nairobi and Mr Berlin before she was leading me quietly and quickly back down the hallway to the office I had been staying in.

“Thank goodness you're back. We feared the worst when you didn't return after leaving.” Alma said as soon as the door closed after me, and similar sentiments were shared by the other ladies of what had become our unofficial group.

Carmen looked at me curiously as she questioned, “Where were you and what happened?”

I gave them what I hoped was a reassuring smile as I answered, “I went to see the leader of the robbers, Mr Berlin, about getting assigned a task downstairs. And was informed that all the tasks have already been assigned to people and they don't require any extra people.” A version of the truth was always better than trying to lie, which I was not particularly good at anyways, and I could not really explain the whole truth as I was now only coming to my senses as I realised what I had just done.

All the ladies accepted my answer though Carmen still looked at me weirdly and I smiled at her as I reassured her that everything was okay with me and not to worry too much about me.

As the conversation continued among the other ladies, my thoughts came back to me as I recalled the meeting I had had with Mr Berlin. Some part of me had known that I found him attractive and fascinating as soon as I began to observe him intently. I had decisively pushed such thoughts to the back of my mind earlier today after learning about Ms Gaztambide's death and the role he had to play in her demise. I wondered if the fact that I did not regret fucking Mr Berlin despite my sense of sadness over Ms Gaztambide's death, was an indication of my true expression of moral understanding rather than the understanding of morality I thought I held previously regarding murder in any form.

I also pondered whether having sex with Mr Berlin was something I would desire again or whether it had been a one time occurence induced by the stress and atmosphere of the heist. I stood up and went to the table where bottles of water sat, taking one and drinking deeply of the water before joining in the quiet conversations happening.

After what felt like less than an hour, we were told that we would be going out to chat with a member of the police forces to provide proof of life and so we prepared for that task.

When it was my turn, I was escorted by one of the robbers and was led to the main  hall where a female police officer was seated next to Mr Berlin.

“This is Francisca Martínez.” Mr Berlin's voice was clear and precise as I came down the last few steps and stood in front of him and the police officer, who he introduced as a Police Inspector.

“How are you doing Miss Martínez?” She began as she looked at me.

I answered as truthfully as I could while heeding the warnings given beforehand to keep our answers brief when answering the police's questions. “As well as can be.” 

She took a few notes before asking the next question, “How have you been treated so far?”

“I have been treated well enough so far.” I replied as I studied both the Inspector's and Mr Berlin's facial expressions. The Inspector had a measure of concern in her expression while Mr Berlin's face expressed how arrogantly assured he was of the situation, which is an expression he seemed to frequently carry on his face as he stared at me while I answered the Inspector's questions.

After being escorted back to the office where I had spent most of the past two days, I joined the other ladies and shared the way our interviews with the Police Inspector had gone.

Later that night, we had dinner in the same office we had been in all day with the monotony only broken up when we were escorted to the washrooms to use the bathrooms and freshen up as needed. Soon enough we began preparing our sleeping bags for another night spent being held hostage in the offices of the mint, as we were not allowed to go back to the other hostages downstairs and were forced to sleep in this office that had begun to feel claustrophobic despite the veneer of luxury it carried.

I was abruptly woken from my shallow sleep by the sound of a loud explosion that seemed to revibrate all around me. I quickly sat up, scrambling to make sense of what the explosion had been as all that could be heard from outside the door was ringing silence and the sounds of the circling helicopters outside seemed to intensify. I felt a mixture of fear and anticipation as I waited for someone to come through the door to either kill us all or rescue us. The atmosphere among our group was tense and anxious as we all looked at the door that led out of the office we currently occupied. This room we were in could be locked from the outside as we had discovered earlier, and so we were trapped with no way to get out even if the explosion that had woken us up had set fire to the building.

A few minutes after the explosion had rung out, the sound of gunfire began and was loud and continuous. The gunfire continued for what seemed like forever and rang so loudly that by the time all quieted down again, I was left tightly wound in a mixture of anguish and fear as my ears seemed to ring after the constant noise bombardment.

#berlin x oc #berlin x reader #berlin x you #berlin x y/n #berlin x black!reader #berlin x black!oc #berlin poc!reader #Andrés de Fonollosa x reader #Andrés de Fonollosa x oc #Andrés de Fonollosa x you #Andrés de Fonollosa x black!reader #Andrés de Fonollosa x y/n #Andrés de Fonollosa x black!oc #Andrés de Fonollosa x poc!reader #berlin #Andrés de Fonollosa #black reader #black oc #interracial #pedro alonso #money heist #la casa de papel #black in fanfiction #Dreams of Grandeur and Paradise #Sueños De Grandeza y Paraíso

[lokischocolatefountain]

Berlin's Good B*tch

Fandom: Money Heist: Korea Joint Economic Area

Pairing: Berlin (Song Jun-ho) x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Berlin knew from his lessons from the camp that fear, real fear, was the only thing that worked in controlling people. So good was he at instilling fear that she found nothing nobler in life than being Berlin's Good Bitch.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself. I have no shame and I am going to hell (where Berlin will be). Anyone else writing Berlin fics? Please help! I’m thirsty for Haesoo and I can only find the Spanish Berlin fics

The cold breeze caressed my face as we sped on the empty road. Berlin hummed an unfamiliar tune that was calming yet strangely unsettling. Just as he was. I wanted to see what was around me, to know which part of the city we were in, to see his beautiful face and to know what he wore. But, my hands remained on my lap and away from the blindfold just as he had requested. It was part of the rules we had in place in this strange relationship of ours. Berlin treated me well and did not hurt a hair on my body— well, not more than I liked. And in return, I obeyed his every word. It was blissful torture. 

His humming stopped just as the car did. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. In just a few seconds, I would be in heaven. The car door opened and I felt his hand grab my elbow and pull me out. I stumbled in my heels, falling on him. He steadied me by my shoulders before grabbing me by my wrist. I struggled as he walked, unable to keep up with his long strides in my high heels. Yet, I navigated the grass, the cobblestone floor and the stairs easily with my experience of being here countless times. 

When he stopped, I knew what would come next. Having gone through this ritual many times did nothing to keep me from getting shamelessly wet. I spread my legs apart and my arms parallel to the ground. I shivered as I felt his presence behind me and his warm breath on my neck. He started with my head as he always did, his large hands touching and inching down my face and then my neck. He moved from my shoulders to my arms down to the tips of my trembling fingers. 

I felt a tug at the strings that held my dress together on my back. Berlin traced along the strings on my back, tugging at the knot that tied everything together. I felt a slight chill as the satin fabric slid down my breasts. He hummed appreciatively as he cupped my breasts in his hands and kneaded them quite roughly. His hands weren’t made to give pleasure, they were calloused and rough and quite the expert at manhandling me. He finished his inspection of my breasts by pinching my nipples. When I screamed in pain, he slapped them before wrapping a hand around my throat and hauling me above the ground. I kicked my legs and brought my hands up to my throat, afraid for my safety even though I knew I would survive this. I always did. 

“I know you’re hiding something,” he breathed into my ear. 

“I’m not, Berlin. I promise, I’m not,” I said, fighting against his cruel hand to keep breathing. I was in his lair, at his mercy and every breath I took was an act of charity from the kindness of his heart.

“So, I won’t find anything if I searched you with a metal detector?” 

I shook my head, gasping when I was finally put down to my feet. I coughed, struggling to catch my breath. But, he spared me no time to collect myself, grabbing my ass in his hands and kneading them through my dress. I felt like something he was testing before buying but of course, he already owned me in every sense of the word. Seconds after his hands left my body, I heard the familiar beeping sound of the metal detector behind me.

“What do we have here?” He sang delightfully as he pulled my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me completely bare for his eyes. Even blindfolded, I could feel his gaze on me, hungry like a starving predator eager to tear into his prey. 

“Bend over,” he said, tapping my ass with the metal detector. “Spread yourself for me.” 

I stepped out of my shoes, spread my legs and bent forward before spreading my cheeks for him. I felt warm tears of humiliation run down my cheeks as the shame seeped through every inch of my body that his eyes touched. 

“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten about this?” He said, inspecting the metal of the chastity belt that he locked around me just that morning. It was such torture knowing that I was locked away from my own pleasure, its key dangling on a chain around his neck. 

“Are you enjoying your little prison, my dear friend?” 

“Y-yes, Sir.” 

“Aww, what a good toy,” he cooed, stroking my hair, making me melt into his hand at his demeaning praise. 

“Thank you, Sir.” 

“Good bitch. Down bitch, down,” he said, his hands gently pushing down on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, eager for more praise. 

“Good bitch,” he repeated as though he knew exactly what I needed. The clanging of metal attracted my attention followed by the opening of a lock. 

Berlin tilted my head up by my chin and pushed my hair out of the way before securing the cold metal collar around my neck. It was tight around my neck, but only enough to remind me constantly of his ownership of me. My knees and hands moved forward as I felt a tug on my leash. I followed dutifully, enjoying the clinking of the chains he used to drag me along. 

My blindfold finally came off when we stopped inside the room. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, before the blurry figure in front of me made itself evident as Berlin on his leather sofa. His right leg crossed over his left, his left hand holding a cigarette and his right wrapped around the chains of my leash, he was the perfect picture of power. I bent down, my eyes still trained on him, and placed a kiss on his boot. 

His face was illuminated by the red lights above him, highlighting every bump and crevice on his hardened face. It told me more about his past than his lips ever have. There were no visible scars on his face, but it clearly wasn’t a face that was cared for. People took at least a little care in how their face looked. He had a handsome face, but it was too rugged, too neglected. Like he had no use for it beyond the senses. Like the face did not have to navigate society.

This room was all I knew about his life. Everywhere else, I was blindfolded to preserve his identity. I didn’t even know his real name. Just Berlin. But, he knew everything there was to know about me. Where I lived, where I worked, how I should be touched, what I feared, how I could be controlled… everything. At first, I found it creepy. It scared me to wake up to find him hovering over my bed, shackling my ankles and wrists to my bed posts before he took me. But, he eventually made me understand that this was good for me. It was in my best interest to be ready to take his cock at all times. It was in my best interest to be useful to him, to have my every thought and action consumed by him. He acted in my best interests today when he surprised me with his gun against my temple as I got into my car before being blindfolded and driven to this place, whatever it was. 

“Turn around.” 

When I did, he unlocked my belt and placed it on the carpeted floor beside me. I hissed as he pushed his fingers inside my cunt. He laughed at my reaction and forced himself in and out, making me hear the obscene wet noises my body made for him. It was the result of my frustrations that built up over the week as he brought me to the edge and denied me over and over. I was his plaything and boy did he love to play with me. 

“Mmmm,” he moaned, slurping exaggeratedly at his fingers covered in my wetness. “So this is what they mean by a bitch in heat.” 

My cunt creamed at his humiliating words as though it wanted to prove that I was his bitch. In my desperation, I fucked myself on his fingers as he watched, head tilted, lips curled up in a disturbing smile. He pushed into my cunt again and scooped up my wetness before shoving his fingers between my lips. 

“Taste yourself, my pretty whore.” 

I swirled my tongue around his fingers, worshiping them as I would his cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked myself off of him, tasting how I dripped for his cock. I was always ready for him. It had been like that ever since he pulled me to himself on the dance floor and relieved his frustrations in my cunt. The next day, I was back in the same bar, wearing the same dress, hoping to be taken again. He did not disappoint. 

He pushed his fingers deeper down my throat, making me gag. 

“If you can’t even take my fingers…” he trailed off, laughing as I choked on him. 

I crumbled to the ground coughing when he finally let go. His boot pressed down on my naked chest that rumbled with more coughs. He smiled down at me, amused by my struggles and pressed harder and harder until I sobbed. 

“Keep crying,” he demanded and like he’d turned on a switch in my brain, my sobs grew louder. I was crying in pain, yes, but I was crying more for his pleasure. Even without his boot on my chest, I would’ve cried if he commanded it. The pain was just a gentle reminder for me to perform for him. 

He closed his eyes and smiled like he was intoxicated by the melody of my cries. His face was the picture of peace and serenity, but his foot was as cruel as ever as it exerted and released the pressure on my chest in a rhythm that only he knew. 

After what felt like eons, he freed me from his boot and I rolled to the side, buried my face in his carpet and continued crying. From a gap through my hair, I could see him draped on the couch, his legs over one armrest and his broad back resting on the other. His fingers drummed against his thigh as I cried. I pressed my thighs together, content to feel something, anything on my deprived cunt. I felt my wetness leak out and coat my thighs, providing lubrication for my desperate attempt at pleasuring myself. 

I couldn’t chase my pleasure for long. He pulled my leash forcefully, dragging me against the floor before I stopped at his feet. My skin burned where it rubbed against the rug. He played with my hair as I continued giving him his favorite melody, his rough hands gentle on my skin. He leaned closer and smelled my hair and I thanked myself silently for remembering to use the shampoo he gave me. The pain on my chest mixed with the soothing touch on my hair scrambled my thoughts. Did he want me to feel good or did he want me to hurt? 

He licked a stripe up my cheek, lapping up my fresh tears. I squeezed my eyes shut and let more tears run down my cheeks, eager to give him more of my liquid pain. 

“Good bitch.” 

His praise went straight to my cunt and I whimpered despite myself. 

“Does my fucktoy like being praised, hmm?” He asked, walking around me and stopping at my back.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Earn your praises, bitch,” he said, pushing my face into the chair on which he was seated mere seconds ago. I tried to free myself on instinct, but I was no match for his brute strength as he pressed my face into the leather. 

He forced my hands behind me and made me spread myself for him. My breath caught in my throat when I heard the clinking of his belt followed by a swat to my cunt. I cried into the sofa and brought my hands to my head. He showed no mercy for me, forcing them back where they were. 

“Be a good cunt for me, won’t you? And I promise I’ll take you back home in one piece,” he whispered into my ear. 

“Y-yes, yes S-sir. P-please!” The last thing I saw before the blinding pain took over me was the sneer on his face. I cried and screamed this time too, but I did not dare to move my hands. As much as I loved his punishments, I’d had enough of his cruelty today to last the month. The seat of his sofa was wet with my tears and I knew it would only get worse from here. 

I endured the searing pain of his belt against my cunt, hoping that it would stop soon. But a louder voice in my head wished for more of the searing pain, as much pain as it would take for him to be satisfied. The voice knew that this body was nothing but an outlet for his frustrations, for his desires and his experiments. The voice had no aspirations other than being his good bitch. 

I had lost track of the number of hits I’d taken, but was relieved when I heard the metal buckle of his belt crash against the floor. Through my sobs, I managed to hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. 

My eager smile stretched into an O as I gasped when he entered me in one stroke. There was no warning with him. No foreplay, well only if you don’t count the beatings. He wrapped my hair in his fist and pulled hard as he took my cunt for himself. I burned with the pleasure of him fucking me…or with the pain he gifted me with his belt. The sounds escaping my lips were unrecognizable, animalistic. The usually silent Berlin made little grunts of pleasure and I squeezed harder around him, giving him more resistance in his thrusts. It hurt to clench, but it was all worth it when he said…

“Good bitch!” 

I moaned his name as he pushed me to the height of pain— no, pleasure… There was no difference when it came to him. My body trembled under his, unable to bear everything he gave me. I was being bombarded with a million different sensations, yet I felt like I was floating away from my body, my soul unable to take his assaults even for another second. My vision went blank and all I knew was his cock, thrusting in and out, taking his pleasure from my burning body. 

As I came to, I felt his flesh slap against mine. His movements were inconsiderate, uncaring of the person he was using. Like I was a fleshlight he was pumping into to relieve himself. His groans grew more strained with each thrust. He stretched me out like no other man ever has, invading my body and mind, possessing me like the demon he was. 

With a cry, he pulled out of me and I flinched as his warmth coated my back. The room was silent for the first time in a while. But, I knew that would change when I heard the familiar sound of his switchblade. I bit into my arm in time for the piercing of the knife on my back. My teeth sunk into my arm, hurting even my bones as his knife cut deep.

He licked my blood off my back as fresh tears poured from my eyes. 

“Good bitch. Very good,” he sang, patting my head affectionately before he left me bleeding on his chair. Etched on my back, I saw old scars of the English letters “Song” and a freshly bleeding J. 

__________

Note: Berlin’s real name is Song Jun-ho

My masterlist

#park hae soo #park haesoo #money heist korea joint economic area #money heist fic #berlin money heist #money heist: korea #money heist korea #money heist: korea joint economic area #berlin x reader #berlin x you #berlin x ofc #cho sang woo

[xcaptain-winterx]

Berlin (Andrés de Fonollosa Gonzalves) Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

#berlin x reader #la casa de papel #la casa de papel berlin #Andrés de Fonollosa Gonzalves #berlin x y/n #berlin x you

[catlliecal]

I think what’s interesting to me about Yor is that Yor Briar/Forger isn’t just a front to hide Thorn Princess, that Thorn Princess alone isn’t her “true self,” nor is Yor Briar/Forger alone her “true self.” They both make up her. She’s compassionate. She may be a bit aloof, but she’s also very intelligent and knows the best place to attack someone to kill them as quickly as possible. I think that makes her a very wonderful character.

#spy x family #sxf #yor briar #yor forger #thorn princess #sxf yor #spy x family yor #cal rambles #her doubts over not having traditionally feminine/motherly skills makes sense given the (likely) time period #we seem to be in a fictional Berlin during a high tension point of the Cold War #I’d imagine many traditional skills are taught and valued because they are the norm for a woman #especially the higher up the social ladder you are #yor spent most of her childhood learning to kill to support her brother #she didn’t have time to also learn those things because they didn’t help her assassin work #she may take things at face value and can be a bit gullible at timed but I relate that back to her upbringing #when you’re mostly killing you don’t need too many of those kinds of social skills #and if you want to read it this way she could be undiagnosed autistic #wait that might actually be really cool #anywho #i just think she's neat

[drrav3nb]

King Canute and Queen Emma | Season 2 Episode 6

#vikings valhalla spoilers #vikings: valhalla spoilers #when i tell you i screamed #the way she ran to him #omg she missed him so much #and canute going surprise omg he missed her too #i dreamed of times like this #this is exactly how I wanted their reunion to go and I'm so happy it did! #vikings: valhalla #vikings valhalla #vikings #history vikings #king canute #queen emma #emma of normandy #king cnut #canute x emma #bradley freegard #laura berlin

[gerrikillallmen]

Peachgans as text posts

Bonus:

#peachgans #you love it #dont act like you dont #cyd peach #tom wambsgans #succession #succession hbo #tom x cyd #jeannie berlin #matthew mcfayden #hot #incorrect quotes #incorrect succession quotes #textposts #text post #greg hirsch

[127luvr]

currently going through terrible post concert depression so can you maybe write smth where renjun and reader spend some time together after the tds2 berlin concert ended. maybe exploring the city a bit, but ik not everyone knows a lot about berlin so them spending time together in the hotel is also fine :')

Moon

Huang Renjun x Male Reader

“I don’t know how the fans do it Renjun.” You rub the dark birthmark on his hand, counting the tiles on the floor as you walked side by side. “I mean… seeing you one night in concert and then having to go home… back to seeing you on a tiny screen. I don’t know how I’d survive like that. It’s a miracle we made it through quarantine.”

He pushes you with his shoulder, scrunching his nose in fake annoyance as he comes to a stop. It’s hours after the concert ended—the venue sits empty and silent compared to the ground shaking music and lively screams from fans that leaked from it just a while ago. It’s still ringing in your ears, not quite registering how different the Renjun you had by your side was from the Renjun that performed on stage. You watched him from your peripheral vision, how he kicked rocks and moped around the entrance of the venue, scared of exploring a city so unfamiliar.

“I booked us a food tour for earlier, but you got too busy and it’s far too late to go now—” You catch the frown growing on Renjun’s face, quickly spinning him around to face you. “Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t done with what I was saying. Anyway—I was thinking since we can’t do that we could either join Jaem and Jisung at the East Side Gallery or we could walk to the Oberbaum bridge. It’s just a few minutes away but it’s so worth it.”

“I think that you’ve had to share me with enough people tonight, let’s go to that bridge.” You smile from ear to ear, offering him a small peck before following the address you typed in on your phone.

The walk is mostly quiet. The only noise that reached your ears was the sound of Renjun’s puffy sleeves clashing on the side of his jacket as he swung your hands together. The two of you ogled at the empty streets, letting it slip your minds that it was past midnight and you were lucky to see two people outside in this weather. You keep your eye on the river next to you, smiling at the lights that bouncing off of it. You couldn’t think of better person to experience it with other than Renjun. There was nothing he loved more than being a tourist in other cities. He was so curious about everything—the park the two of you passed—the gallery that was just down the path—down to the lively club that sat on its lonesome. There were questions even you didn’t know the answer to—not that he cared. He was mostly asking just to ask, not looking for a real response.

Once the two of you reached the bridge you were breathless. You let go of Renjun’s hand, racing him to one of the many window-like openings that overlooked the river. You looked far into the horizon, taking in the sights as Renjun came up behind you. His footsteps echoed around the corners of the empty deck.

Your (e/c) eyes reach the moon, a soft smile settling on your lips. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Renjun’s arms find their way to your torso, his head resting on your shoulder as he balances his body weight on you.

“I think that phrase only works if it’s in Japanese.” He pinches your hip, too comfortable to move from his stance behind you. He can’t think of a better way to spend his night. Watching the lights reflect off the river underneath you. Watching as your (s/c) complexion glows next to the orange architecture of the bridge. He is glad he agreed to this—adding a simple, yet significant memory with you here was a reason to come back and explore more of the city with more time. “But yes, the moon is beautiful, (Y/n/n).”

#Huang Renjun #injun #renjun x male reader #nct #nct dream #nct u #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct u x male reader #x male reader #hellooooo thank you for requesting #I did a little research on Berlin 😸 so it could be a little accurate but! if something’s off/wrong let me know plssssss #I’m sorry about the post concert depression:( I know just the feeling I don’t know how I’ll continue with life after seeing them all #for the first time #i hope that you had the time of your life at the concert #<3

[runningupthatvecna]

okay y'all i'm gonna try my best to get part 4 of the seat partners out to you by thursday next week since that's the day i'll leave for my holidays and i don't want to carry that story all the way there lol

part 2 of night drive will also get an update soon, i'm working on it i promise

hope everyone's having a great weekend ahead! it's fucking warm in berlin and my ginger genes white ass is melting i need a pool bye

#the law of seat partners #nora writes #nora speaks #personal #night drive #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn rpf #honestly berlin why must you be this hot all of a sudden #nooooo #thank god i'll exist in a finnish lake soon #ayeeee #also come talk to me people my dms are so empty

[willowsfanarts]

What if we love like fools? - latest artwork

#sarah hyland #modern family #abc modern family #haley #haley dunphy #haley marshall #the wedding year #Veronica mars #lipstick jungle #one life to live #see you in valhala #shadowhunters #seelie queen #seelie court #bumper #pitch perfect heidi #bumper x heidi #haley x andy #bumper in berlin #see you in valhalla #pitch perfect #my fake boyfriend

[dear-sigyn]

BERLIN MASTERLIST

series

nothing yet

one shots

𓇼 thunder (angst/comfort) summary: during a stormy night, all your worries about the heist resurface, and it seems like he is the only one who can calm you down.

drabbles

nothing yet

#berlín x reader #berlin x reader #la casa de papel #money heist #berlin masterlist #masterlist #andrés de fonollosa #andrés de fonollosa x reader #berlin x you #berlin x y/n

[de-sire-blog]

Berlin Angel: Sirius is an unreliable narrator

I am very happy to see that Berlin Angel has gained a lot of traction since I first posted it a year ago, and I’ve gotten so many positive responses from everyone - on ao3, here on Tumblr and quite a lot of TikToks - which is great!

What has been discussed quite a bit is that some people struggle to get past the first few chapters. Sirius is unlikeable, Remus is manic, the whole Berlin setting is depressing af (tell me about it...), and it’s generally rough. Some have already pointed it out, and I want to confirm it on here as well, that the reason for this is not unintentional. At its very core, this story is based around Sirius’ inner life, his thoughts and feelings in the moment he experiences them. He is an unreliable narrator, and everything happening to and around him is viewed through his depressed, anxious lens. Especially Remus is not the person Sirius sees him as at the beginning, and Sirius is quick to present himself in his raw, unedited, sometimes ugly form in his mind. He has a very toxic mix of sheer audacity and crippling self-doubt that weighs on him, and Remus challenges that with everything he does, be it intentionally or not.

What I’m saying is - it gets better :) Sirius does, and so does the whole feeling of the story with that. Also displayed through the seasons changing and Berlin evolving (as the third main character it essentially is here). Thank you to everyone who noticed and appreciated that. I read every single comment even if I don’t always reply. 

#Berlin angel #wolfstar #remus x sirius #Marauders #the discussions around this fic give me life keep the coming #love you guys hehe #I should add the unreliable narrator tag to ao3 come to think of it #some have said they had to check whether the happy ending tag was still there throughout the fic bc the got so anxious #that's a big compliment bc it means I managed to make Sirius' anxiety about his happy end apparent

[royalarmyofoz]

PITCH PERFECT : BUMPER IN BERLIN 1.04

#pitch perfect bumper in berlin #bumper in berlin #wlwedit #dailylgbtedit #dailytvfilmgifs #userladiesofcinema #tvedit #userbbelcher #* #heidi x gisela #she hit on her like 5 times then drops the hit that she's bi like girl SHE'S READY you don't need to convince her

[legolasbadass]

Safe

Relationship: Daniel Miller (Berlin Station) x reader

Summary: Three days ago, Daniel was sent on a top secret mission, and you still have not heard anything from him. Just when you start to fear the worst, he finally returns home.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Some angst, 18+ content

A/N: I recently re-watched Berlin Station and could not get this idea out of my head. Very little research went into this fic, it’s all about the smut, so please don’t come at me for inaccuracies or clichés.

Read the fic on AO3

Three days. For three days, you had no news of him.

Daniel had been unexpectedly assigned to a mission requiring him to infiltrate a dangerous Neo-nazi group. He wasn’t allowed to communicate with you during the mission, of course, but the total lack of any news from him after three days left you feeling sick to your stomach.

You couldn’t ask anyone to give you information since no one at the station knew about your relationship with Daniel. It was against the rules—part of the reason why for a while, neither of you had acted on your feelings. But those feelings only grew with time until they caught fire, and though you both knew the risks, you rather liked burning together. At first, you thought your relationship—which couldn’t really be called a relationship, as it was almost just about sex—might not last. Keeping it a secret would only make it easier to pretend like nothing ever happened between you when that came to pass. But six months later, you both knew it was so much more than sex, and now you kept your relationship a secret to protect yourselves. From headquarters, from the BfV, and even from fellow officers at the station. You trusted Daniel with your whole heart, but you could never be sure about anyone else. Now, however, you felt very alone, and you would have given anything for an ounce of comfort from anyone.

Three days. Not knowing where he was or how he was faring was killing you. At this point, you started to wonder if he was even alive.

No. He was alive. He had to be. You would have known if something terrible would have happened—the whole station would have found out. That was your only comfort. That and the fact that Daniel was so unbelievably stubborn that he would probably survive just to be able to prove to everyone that he could.

But as the day drew to a close, you found it harder and harder not to imagine the worst. You couldn’t concentrate on anything; whenever your phone rang or you saw Robert or Valerie rushing through the hallway, you felt your heart leap in your throat, desperate for any news of Daniel but also dreading the worst each time. You silently cursed the fact that you were just a case officer and hadn’t been assigned to this mission.

Around 4 pm, you stepped into Valerie’s office to hand her a file she had requested, then, despite all your best intentions, you finally cracked.

“Any news?” you asked, willing your voice to remain still.

Slowly, Valerie looked up and met your gaze, remaining silent for a moment. You hadn’t told her about you and Daniel, but you were sure she suspected—she knew you too well—and the way her eyes softened as she looked at you seemed to confirm your doubts. After working together for a few years, you and Valerie had become good friends. You knew there were things she couldn’t share with you, but you also knew her well enough to know that it pained her not to be able to give you the information that would bring you the comfort you needed.

“No news, I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. “The mics went off almost the moment they went in, but we have the whole building under surveillance, so we should know if something happens.”

Something. You hated the ambiguity of the word practically more than you hated her uncertainty, but you nodded anyway.

“Why don’t you go home?”

“I can’t,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Valerie watched you for a moment more, then stood to rest a gentle hand on your arm. “You need to rest. Go home.” You looked down at this unmistakable command. “I’ll call you as soon as I hear anything.”

“You will?”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you sighed, and without another word, you walked out of her office, feeling crushingly defeated.

***

You couldn’t go home. You couldn’t be alone in your apartment, but Valerie was right, you couldn’t stay at the station, so there was only one other option. Daniel had given you a key to his apartment in case of emergencies, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. He would understand. He would definitely tease you about it, but he would understand.

It was pitch black inside, with only the dim, distant lights of the city coming in through the large windows to guide your way to the light switch. As soon as you turned the lights on, his cat meowed and pressed himself against your legs, causing you to smile. Then you thought of the many nights you had woken up to find the cat sleeping on your pillow or snuggled between you and Daniel, and your heart tightened in your chest.

Working for the CIA was a dangerous job, and it was common to lose people on the field. After nearly ten years in the institution, it was a hard truth you had learned to live with; you simply could not survive in this job if you couldn’t bury your feelings and keep going. But ever since you and Daniel started dating, it became increasingly difficult for you to accept that. And with everything going on at the station, you began to worry every time you were apart, and each time he kissed you, you feared it might be the last time.

You were so stupid. So fucking stupid. This was why there were rules prohibiting workplace relationships. It was too risky, too difficult. And now, as you stood in his apartment, dread clogging your throat and clouding your vision, you cursed yourself for ever falling for him. But, really, how could you blame yourself? He was cocky and stubborn, yes, but he was also kind and funny, and despite his often cold exterior, he was always so tender with you. And it didn’t help that he was absolutely, irresistibly gorgeous. His dark, neatly trimmed beard that was surprisingly soft, his deep blue eyes that never failed to melt your heart, and his tall, broad frame that was as intimidating as it was comforting. In truth, you were surprised you had been able to resist him as long as you had.

After feeding the cat, you dragged your feet toward the bathroom, then undressed. A shower momentarily helped soothe your aching muscles, but the stabbing pain in your chest only grew with every minute that dragged on without news from Daniel. You couldn’t bother to get fully dressed again, so you simply put on your panties, then borrowed one of Daniel’s shirts. A dark green sweater, one of your favourites. It smelled like him; that spicy, masculine scent, with a hint of pine from the soap he used. You remembered the first time you had seen him wearing that sweater. You had just started sleeping together, and you woke up in his bed on a rainy Saturday morning to the smell of eggs and bacon, then he walked in with a tray, wearing that green sweater, looking so cozy. The memory was nearly as comforting as it was heartbreaking, and when you sunk into the couch and wrapped yourself in a blanket, you let out a deep sigh, desperately trying not to cry.

Then your phone rang.

“Valerie?” you answered as soon as you saw her name on the screen.

The way she spoke your name sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it? What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she began slowly, her voice strained. You could hear people rushing around and telephones ringing all around her. “We heard some gunshots, so we prepared to get some backup in the building. Then there was an explosion.”

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, then rushed to turn on the TV. “I thought he was just going undercover with that Neo-nazi group to find out their plans.”

Valerie sighed but made no further reproach about your knowledge of this classified mission. “We don’t know what happened.”

On the news, a reporter stood before a crowd of policemen and ambulances, and between her report and Valerie’s voice in your ear, all you managed to hear was that two bodies had already been uncovered. Your heart sank to the bottom of your chest.

“Daniel,” you said past the painful constriction in my throat. “How is he?”

“We don’t know—”

“Valerie, what the fuck? Get someone in there, now!”

“You know we can’t do that. It would compromise the mission—”

“Bullshit. I’m going—”

“No you’re not!” she thundered, and even through the phone, it made you falter. “You’ll risk compromising the mission and placing him in even greater danger.”

“You mean if he’s not already dead.” The words escaped your mouth before you knew it, and as they hung in the air around you, you bit down on your lips to swallow back a sob. You desperately tried to be hopeful. Daniel couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. But the silence at the other end of the line was deafening, and you shook your head in frustration.

“We are doing everything we can,” Valerie said.

Unable to hear one more bullshit reassurance, you hung up and threw your phone on the couch. It bounced off a pillow and hit the floor with a thud you knew promised a cracked screen. You didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead, you curled up on the sofa and shut your eyes, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your chest and the dark thoughts haunting your mind.

***

Daniel’s entire body ached. That incessant pounding in his head was driving him insane, and though the cut on his chest wasn’t bleeding that much anymore, it hurt like a bitch. He had a short moment of panic when he stepped into his apartment to find the lights and TV on, but then he saw you asleep on the couch, and suddenly his injuries hurt a little less.

Your phone was on the floor, badly cracked, and he wondered how it got there, but then he saw you’d been watching the news. He quickly turned it off before focusing his attention on you. With a gentle hand, he brushed off the hair from your face, and when he noticed your puffy cheeks, he felt like the biggest asshole ever. Of course, he was only doing his job, and you both knew how dangerous it could get, but he couldn’t fault you for being worried. If your roles had been reversed, he would have gone crazy sitting back, not knowing if you were safe. He hated himself for worrying you, and all he wanted to do was hold you and make love to you and tell you how sorry he was, but you looked so peaceful, and he really needed a shower.

Taking off his clothes was uncomfortable, to say the least, but that was nothing compared to the burning pain that shot through his body when he stepped under the shower spray, but eventually, it faded away, the warm water soothing his aching muscles. After washing his hair and body, he tried to dry himself, pulled his boxers back on, then foraged through the cabinet to find bandages. He had just finished covering the wound on his chest when he heard you stirring.

“Daniel?” you spoke tentatively, the cracking of your voice further evidence of your tears.

He stepped out of the bathroom, and despite all his aches, he smiled at you.

“Daniel!” you exclaimed, relief flooding your voice as you rushed across the room and threw yourself into his arms.

He groaned at the contact, but the pain was worth it. Nothing was better than holding you in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, one of his hands holding the back of your head, and when you pressed yourself harder against him, he realized just how afraid he had been of never being held like this by you again.

“It’s okay—I’m here, darling.”

“What happened?” you asked, looking up to him, and when he met your eyes, filled with tears, his heart tightened in his chest.

“It all went to hell, that’s what happened.”

“What about the explosion?”

“They were planning an attack. But it’s all over now,” he sighed, the last few days and the horrors that filled them still fresh in his mind.

You gulped, looking away. “I thought—I thought you might have—”

“Shhhh, don’t think about that,” he hastened to say, then moved to sit on the toilet and pulled you on his lap. Finally face to face, he cradled your face in his large hands, gazing deeply into your eyes. “Is that my sweater?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry. I like it when you wear my clothes.”

You offered him a soft smile that made his heart feel lighter than it had in days. Then, unable to wait another second, he kissed you. You sighed against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a way that never failed to make him shiver. He tasted salt on your lips from your tears, which only made him more determined to chase all your pain and fears away. He deepened the kiss, raising a hand to hold the back of your head, burying his fingers in your loose locks. Slowly, all the tension in his body faded to be replaced by a gentle warmth that always filled him in your presence. But then you shifted in his arms, and he couldn’t stop his groan as you brushed against the wound in his chest.

You pulled back in concern. Then your eyes widened as you noticed the bandage. “You’re hurt.”

It wasn’t a question, but he knew better than to avoid answering. “Esther’s agent got his cover blown up. So they started beating him. I tried to stop them, then the fucker tried to stab me.”

You shook your head. “Daniel, stop trying to be the hero all the time.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’d rather I had let that kid die?”

“Of course not, I just—I just hate it when you get hurt. That’s all.” He squeezed your hand. “Are you gonna need stitches?”

“Nah, it’s not that deep. The guy didn’t know what he was doing.”

You nodded slowly, then suddenly stood up and stepped toward the cabinet. Daniel frowned but quickly became distracted by your smooth, naked legs. His sweater reached your mid-thighs, leaving him to imagine the delicate lace of your panties. He knew you weren't wearing a bra—he had felt it when he hugged you—and the urge to pull the sweater over your head and touch you grew with each passing moment.

You returned to him holding the antibiotic cream, then smeared some on your index finger. Daniel groaned when your finger touched the cut on his cheek, but soon your gentle touch relaxed him. His eyes fluttered close, and he sighed contentedly when your hand caressed his beard once you had finished taking care of his minor injuries.

“You need to rest,” you said softly as you settled back on his lap.

When he opened his eyes, he found you watching him with a level of tenderness that made his heart swell. Slowly, he leaned in, his nose brushing against your more delicate one before your lips met in a gentle kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become passionate, and soon the two of you pressed yourselves against each other, all thoughts of rest momentarily pushed to the back of your minds. Then he was lifting you into his arms, his hands firm against your bum as he carried you to his bed.

***

As soon as your head hit the pillow, Daniel crawled atop you, covering your body with his. After three days apart—three days of constantly worrying about him and fearing the worst—his presence was as overwhelming as it was intoxicating, and already, arousal pooled between your thighs. His kiss was rough and impatient, his tongue invading your mouth, quickly gaining control, but the way his thumbs caressed your cheeks as he held you spoke to something more than lust, and your heart melted.

“God, I missed you,” he spoke breathlessly as he pressed his lips to your jawline, then down your throat, leaving a wet trail behind. You gasped as he quickly found the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking on it until you begged for more, fire coiling in your core.

With large, calloused hands, he caressed your goosebump-stained stomach, slowly lifting your sweater to reveal your breasts and the beaded tips that begged for his touch. In an instant, his mouth closed in on your right nipple and gave a light pull that made you arch into him, your entire body tingling in anticipation. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the back of his head to pull him more tightly against you, drawing a chuckle from his lips, his beard scratching your sensitive skin in that deeply intoxicating way you could never get enough of.

He paused for a moment to free you from his sweater, tossed it to the floor, then returned to your breasts with even more ardour. All the while, his hands caressed your waist, then slipped under you to squeeze your bum and draw you more tightly against him. Pleasure sparked through you as you felt his cock, impossibly hard and hot against your upper thigh through the fabric of his boxers. You wanted him more than you had ever wanted him before, but when you tried to touch him, he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled back, his eyes darkened with lust.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled huskily in response to your silent question, and his words made you so wet you could feel your arousal dripping between your thighs.

You gazed at him in awe as he raised himself on his knees; only the dim light spilling from the bathroom behind him illuminated the room, accentuating the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders. His chest heaved rapidly as he gazed at you, drawing your attention to his pectorals and the patch of hair that grew between them. When your eyes met once more as he reached out for your panties, you could have sworn you could feel the desire flowing between you, pulling you to each other.

A mischievous smile graced his handsome face as he hooked a finger in the lace of your panties and pulled the garment down your legs in a teasing caress. After tossing them to the floor, his fingers skimmed along your ankle, then your calf, up to your thigh, spreading you open, making you shiver with need. He was merciless in his teasing, and you trembled for him even before he touched you where you needed him the most.

You whimpered at the first caress of his tongue against your folds. His beard scratched your sensitive skin as he moved, leaving behind a sweet burn that only made you crave him more. With trembling hands, you reached out to hold him against you, and when you caressed his hair, he looked up to you, his eyes boring into your own as he flicked your clit with his tongue. You moaned as pleasure exploded in your core, throbbing incessantly to his teasing rhythm, and you ground your hips against him, desperate for more.

“Daniel…” His name was a breathless plea on your lips. You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but he didn’t need words to know just what you needed.

He responded by increasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit, circling it to bring you to that peak the way only he knew how. One of his hands trailed down your hips and into your inner thigh, and you gasped when a large finger entered you. He caressed your walls, then thrust once, twice, easily finding that sensitive spot deep inside you, and within seconds, he shattered you.

White hot pleasure spilled through you, your whole body tingling incessantly as you rocked against him to chase each throbbing wave of your orgasm, his name falling from your lips as though in prayer.

You were so dazed that you didn’t notice him move away to take off his boxers. Your heart was still hammering in your chest and your core still throbbing when he pinned all his glorious weight on you and entered you in one powerful thrust, sure of his welcome. You cried out as he filled you, stretched you over his wide girth, and when you wrapped your legs around his waist and squeezed him tight, the two of you moaned as one.

He gave a teasing thrust, spreading your juices around. It took him no time at all to find the perfect angle, and when he did, he pulled out almost completely only to thrust back in all the way, scattering stars across your vision. You tried not to hurt him as you moved in tandem with him, but you couldn’t think straight; all you could think about was Daniel and the incredible pleasure he sent burning through you. You didn’t think he minded, either. He seemed every bit as desperate as you to reach that peak, if his ragged breathing and deep moans were anything to judge by. Your lips met in a sloppy, almost violent kiss as you gripped his biceps for support. The headboard knocked against the wall rhythmically, but neither of you cared. Knots twisted deep in your core, your orgasm just beyond your reach, and it only took one squeeze of your breast to send you over the edge.

Daniel followed you shortly after as you throbbed all around him. Another wave of pleasure caressed you as he spilled himself inside you, and you hugged him against you, finally at peace.

“Fuck, that was …. that was …” you breathed into his neck after a moment of silence, giggling at your inability to form a coherent sentence.

Daniel pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, and the soft smile on his lips made your heart tingle. “It was,” he replied, then kissed you, his nose pressing into yours. “Maybe I should risk my neck more often on missions if it means great sex like that when I come back.”

In response, you grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face. “You’re an ass, Daniel Miller,” you said as he groaned, though you could hear his chuckle as he threw the pillow away to pull you tight against him, your breasts now pressed into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he replied and sealed his words with another soft kiss, one of his hands tenderly caressing your hair.

With a sigh, you said, “Valerie knows about us.” Daniel raised his eyebrow. “I didn’t tell her! She just—she figured it out. And if she had any doubts, they were definitely dispelled tonight when she called me and I totally freaked out.”

Daniel said nothing for a little while, then leaned it to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t worry about that for now. Just go to sleep—it’s been a long three days for both of us. I think.”

Nodding, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent, and let his steady breathing and slow caresses in your hair guide you to sleep

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#berlin station #berlin station fanfic #richard armitage #richard armitage fanfic #daniel miller #daniel miller fanfic #daniel miller x reader #daniel miller x you

[signorin-anarchia]

I didn't really feel the need of straight!Berlin in Money Heist Korea. Especially when Seoul is a bad copy of Martin straight outta a cringe fic.

#berlermo #la casa de papel #lcdp #money heist #money heist korea #berlin x palermo #lcdp berlin #thanks for coming to my enry talk #rant #cringe #*dies from cringe* #iF yOu waNNa diE i'LL kiLL yA LaTeR!!1!

[limelocked]

orv has this fun problem about how it starts by whole ass bubbling major cities and thus most if not all of the characters have to be in the same place for some reason or the other

like how do you get joe into the washington dome, is doc in the germany dome or is every european in the like london dome for some reason

and those who ARENT in the domes have a BIG disadvantage since they enter 6 scenarios late and thus have piss poor levels in comparison to the ones that have survived for 5 thus far

#mcyt x orv #hermitcraft #because ill be honest this is a majority hermitcraft au #mcyt #maybe the london dome and the berlin dome get slapped together for scenario 5 like korea and japan in canon #pov you find a Guy and he just comes back with you #can that happen? #wonder if all of earth had to challenge the dark castle cuz there was really no indication of that #dark castle hadnt been cleared in how many fucking eons #im once again begging people to read omniscient readers viewpoint so that its not just me and 4 others who understands the au