#El profesor

[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - 18+ content. random afternoon posting and just thinking about inexperienced yet needy!Sergio Marquina giving you head for the first time.

just the thought of Sergio Marquina being so needy for you yet he doesn’t have that much experience when it comes to sex is such a turn on im gonna be honest. like in that one episode where he told Tokyo that he’s not a virgin; but he isn’t the type of person that “sleeps around”. so when he met you, it all pretty much altered his brain chemistry. in his head he really wanted you to fuck him and leave him breathless and wanting more, but with his poor lack of experiences when it came to sex. it made it hard for him, but Sergio was very determined to learn, and by ‘very’ i mean very determined to please and satisfy you with such eagerness and neediness in his eyes. and here he was now, on his knees and giving you a sloppy yet pleasurable blowjob while you guided him and telling him what to do.

“teeth, love. watch your teeth… don’t think too hard.” you groaned softly and grunted feeling his teeth grazing on your cock slightly, your fingers tangled his hair slightly while making him bob his head and guided his movements as he responded eagerly, a smirk curled into your lips hearing him let out choked moans and gags while his tongue swirled around and tasted every inch of you and coating your cock with saliva. the sight of Sergio on his knees what such an alluring and beautiful scenery. his dark brown eyes behind those signature glasses were filled with a mix of emotions - lust, desire, and raw need made you chuckle huskily while your head fell back slightly in blissful surrender and let out more husky groans and soft moans as your cock twitched inside his mouth and leaked pre-cum while his wet tongue worked its magic as he continued his skilled and expertise ministrations; making your noises of pleasure grow louder and your body arch.

“fuckkk… shit- ahh, fuck- ‘m close.” you moaned out, your grip on his hair tightened and that drove him over the edge. Sergio swirled his tongue around your cock and gagged feeling your hips thrusting into his mouth as you chased your orgasm, his eyes widened in surprise and arousal hearing your guttural moan of satisfaction, he let out a choked moan feeling your cock twitch as you came inside his mouth, he eagerly swallowed down every last drop of your cum, your grip on his hair loosened and watched him quickly pull out from your cock and let out ragged gasps and tried to regain his composure, a mixture of your cum and his saliva glistened down his chin while he watched you wrap your hand around cock and stroking it with urgency and moaning breathlessly, his breath hitched and quickly opened his mouth without hesitation. his breath caught on his throat as your cock squirted its last drop of cum into his mouth and while some landed on his face and glasses, his cheeks blushed furiously in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, your low and husky chuckle adding to it sent shivers of pleasure and excitement down his spine and made him more vulnerable. “Good boy, you did so well,” you praised softly and smirking playfully while adjusting his cum-smeared glasses.

“Now, let me teach you how to ride me, my love.”

[marqenobi]

behind this gentle appearance, this irresistible charm, it is true, there is an angel.

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I Shouldn't Have Met You

La Casa de Papel/ Money Heist

Sergio Marquina / El Profesor x OC

Summary : After the heist, after Berlin's death, Sergio and you decide to live together. However, this turns out to be more complicated than expected.

Warnings: character death in the past, pregnant reader, angst, and a bit of fluff.

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You collapse, the weight is too heavy, your knees buckle. The pain is so intense you scream in agony. You cry out, hoping to stop this massacre, you scream until you have no air left to breathe. You reach out towards his body, the red suit half-destroyed, and you see his face and his lifeless eyes.

"NOOOO!!" you wake up with this word in your mouth. No, it wasn’t possible. No, no, no, it must have been a nightmare. Indeed, it was a bad dream, but one based on elements that actually happened.

Andrés was dead.

You heard the door burst open, and Sergio rushed in, out of breath, holding a pistol, terrified. It wasn’t his nature to use weapons; he rarely did, only when necessary. But becoming the most wanted man in Spain, perhaps in Europe, left him no choice but to get a weapon. Hearing you scream in the dead of night was reason enough for him to pull that pistol from its hiding place.

"I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was a bad dream, I’m sorry," you said, breathless.

Sergio finally relaxed, though his heart started pounding again when he saw you crying. He approached your bed and sat on the edge, taking you in his arms.

"I’m sorry, sorry…" you kept repeating, sobbing, beginning to cry harder. Sergio held you tighter, quickly checking your arms and head to see if you were hurt.

You were a mess. Then again, he was a mess too after his brother's death, but he wasn’t pregnant with the man he loved and hadn’t watched him die in front of his eyes. Thank God he hadn’t seen his brother's face; he wouldn't have been able to sleep either… he wouldn't have been able to live.

You and Sergio had known each other for years. Since childhood, in fact. You were neighbors, and you quickly grew close, even though you didn’t share the same interests. Sergio was a very shy child, spoke little, read a lot, and was often alone. You were always energetic, had two brothers, and stood up for yourself. You were the one who made the first move. You couldn’t understand how someone could stay cooped up at home reading when the weather was so beautiful outside. After some insistence from your mother, you rang his doorbell, asking if he wanted to play at the park with you. And that’s where it all began. From that moment, you were convinced your life changed.

If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have discovered a love for reading. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have become best friends. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you might have crumbled after your mother’s death. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had your first kiss with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had the courage to leave your abusive father for good.

Indeed, your life changed after meeting him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have joined the heist. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have met his brother and fallen in love with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t be carrying the child of the man you love, but you wouldn’t have seen him die in front of your eyes either. So yes, for you, a meeting can change a life.

"Try to go back to sleep," he whispered in your ear after you calmed down a bit.

"I can’t, if I sleep, if I sleep, I see him," you paused for a moment, "and I don’t want to, not like that," you said, trying to stifle a sob.

"Do you want me to stay for a while?" he asked, not even sure what he was offering. "Until you fall asleep."

You hesitated for a moment, but deep down you knew you couldn’t refuse, you didn’t want to refuse.

"Please," you replied.

Sergio lay down next to you, a protective arm still around your shoulders. Slowly, you closed your eyes.

Sergio couldn’t. Not with you beside him. Not the "you" his best friend he grew up with. No, the new “you", the one who was his brother’s wife.

He couldn’t sleep next to this “you”. Not with the you who was pregnant. And certainly not with the you he had fallen madly in love with over the past few months. No, he couldn’t.

It was wrong, wasn’t it? Being attracted to you wasn’t part of his plan when he offered to have you live with him on this island, to help you with the pregnancy, with the child.

After all, you were right.

If you hadn’t met Sergio… you wouldn’t have fallen in love with each other… especially in this situation.

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Random gifs of Martín Berrote 8/∞

[mushroomwriter]

La Casa de Papel Part 2 Episode 08

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

Okay okay okay, this might sound just a tiny bit unhinged but I am convinced that the LCDP writers have seen and been influenced by Hannibal, owing to the parallels between the Hannibal/Will and Sergio/Raquel relationships (focusing especially on a scene in the show that really mirrors one in Hannibal).

So, let's look at the text. First up, Hannibal, 3x11

Hannibal: The building of a new body and the othering of himself, the splitting of his personality, all seem active and deliberate. He craves change. Will: He didn't murder those families. He changed them. Hannibal: Don't you crave change, Will?

Second, LCDP, 2x8

El Profesor: Yo estoy haciendo una inyección de liquidez. Pero no a la banca. La estoy haciendo aquí, en la economía real, de este grupo de desgraciados, que es lo que somos, Raquel. Para escapar de todo esto. Tu no quieres escapar? ('I'm injecting liquidity. But not to the banks. I'm doing it here, in the real economy, for this group of wretches, Raquel, which is what we are. To escape from all of this. Don't you want to escape?')

And, ok, they're not the only two stories in existence where one character begs the other to see things from their point of view, you might say. You're clutching at straws here, Nay, because Hannibal is your current obsession, and LCDP was the one that came before.

But it's not just the dialogue. And it's not just this one scene.

If we're looking very literally at these two scenes, you'll notice that one half of our pair is imprisoned, but even that's not just surface level. Both imprisoned parties should not, by rights, be there, if they'd behaved in a remotely rational way leading up to that point. Hannibal allowed himself to be imprisoned for Will, even though he should have killed him long ago to protect himself. Raquel, likewise, could and should have handed Sergio over to the police many, many episodes ago, but she didn't, because like Hannibal, she couldn't bring herself to hurt him.

However, the real parallel isn't between Hannibal and Raquel - Sergio/Hannibal and Raquel/Will are the parallel characters leading up to these scenes, and besides looking at who is currently imprisoned, the clearest parallels within the scenes too.

Both of these relationships are deeply manipulative and physically violent, but the person who is initially causing harm gets tripped up by their own feelings, opening a window for their intended victim to exercise power over them instead. And, although in each relationship there is a clear manipulator at first, even in their beginnings, they are equals, and natural enemies (even though they might not realise it at first).

That's not to say the characters are the same - Hannibal's manipulation is driven by curiosity, and Sergio's is driven by ideals. But the outcomes are surprisingly similar nonetheless - they realise their goals, and then they regret them. They both lose the trust of the person they have unwittingly fallen in love with, and as Will and Raquel see Hannibal and Sergio, respectively, for the people they really are, they want (or think they want) to exact revenge on them. Raquel ties Sergio up and interrogates him, threatens him, hurts him, and Will tries to have Hannibal killed, and works to prove that it's Hannibal who's the serial killer, not him. But both Will and Raquel, of course, are not quite able to bring their righteous violence to its logical conclusion. Raquel fails to turn Sergio into the police, despite the fact that she's in charge of catching him, and Will gets tangled in his own line as he tries to reel Hannibal in, finding Hannibal himself far more magnetic than the justice of catching him. Both of them want to hurt their manipulative counterpart, but they've fallen for them too (and for both of them, I think this adds to their fury at Hannibal/Sergio).

And then we reach these two scenes I referenced at the top of the post. In both shows, they appear towards the end (at least, the assumed end at the time - LCDP, of course, got three more seasons later on, and Hannibal was [is?!] supposed to have more too). In both shows, Will and Raquel have experienced a loss of some kind, a really significant loss, tied to their identity, that is the fault of Hannibal/Sergio - Raquel has lost her job and integrity as an inspector; Will's family has nearly been killed and are emotionally lost to him - and yet they are both running towards the cause of that loss. Raquel, of course, is ostensibly trying to catch Sergio by herself, and Will has come to yell at Hannibal. But there's a calm in both scenes that wouldn't be there if all the wronged party felt was anger - after a fight Raquel lets Sergio talk to her without interruption, just as Will allows Hannibal to talk back to him, to ask him questions. And then our two manipulators - both of whom, I might add, have almost thrown everything away for the people who were supposed to be collateral damage - make this final plea in the dialogue above.

They're very different people, Sergio and Hannibal, but the plea is, at it's core, the same. The world, they say, The world doesn't look the way you were taught to see it, and you don't fit into it the way you thought either.

It's a plea for acceptance, because if Will and Raquel can accept the world and themselves the way Hannibal and Sergio see them, then they are, by extension, accepting them. It's a please, god, just say you want to run away with me.

And, in both instances, it works.

[petitcroc]

[hum-suffer]

omg pls write that story about the heist brothers!!! I relate completely <3 (and sooo good to see other lcdp fans obsessed with the best doomed siblings)

It takes only three times for it to happen before Andrés starts noticing the pattern to form. Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern.

Sergio has always been, in some way, his. When they were younger, before their father died, they were a terribly happy family. Father and mother always sat them down, and told them stories— father told them stories of his robberies and heists and mother told them stories of myths.

But it was never enough.

Sergio, the sickly boy, as much as he was in the hospital, Andres was there too. Andrés never once thought, in the entirety of his life, of Sergio dying on a hospital bed. Every time Sergio was in the hospital, Andrés was at his bedside, telling him stories of war, art, and culture.

"I heard you," Sergio had once confessed to him, like he was confessing to thievery. "I heard you talk about Mona Lisa and Michelangelo and Dali."

Andrés hummed and grinned at him, unbearably delighted that even unconscious, Sergio heard him and remembered him and remembered what he said. That Andrés was always correct, that there was never a moment where Sergio was going to drift away from them. Not when Andrés was there.

Their mother told them the story of Achilles, the day they shifted to a new city, and the next day, when in the new school, Sergio stuck to Andrés like his shadow, something grew in Andrés.

That was the first time he noticed it.

Sergio was never as relaxed with anyone as he was with Andrés. With Andrés beside him, Sergio lost that tenseness in his shoulders, and he moved naturally, leaning towards Andrés and positioning his body to be closest to Andrés' without being socially inept.

The second time Andrés noticed it, they were both older. Their mother had died a couple years prior, and as soon as Sergio had gotten a job, Andrés had left, promising to keep in contact with his grand heists. "I am going to be the most confusing puzzle you will ever solve, little brother," Andrés had said, smiling,"You'll have to be diligent to keep track of me."

Sergio, who had grown confident in his shoes, especially in the matters which concerned his brother, had raised an eyebrow. He had smiled back, his hair unruly and a dimple at his cheek,"Don't delude yourself, Andrés. There is no way in the world where I won't know where you are."

And it was true. Not because Sergio was the smartest man he knew, no. It was true because Sergio knew Andrés in a way that no one else did. Sergio knew Andrés by heart, by soul. He knew the blood in his arteries and the crinkle near his eyes and the ink stains in his oldest shirts that he kept folded at the bottom of his suitcase. Sergio knew Andrés like a man would know a tattoo on his fingers, like a mirror would know a reflection.

Since they were kids, Sergio had only ever truly wanted to know his big brother. Everything else was secondary. All his pride came from knowing Andrés so intricately that they were always on the same wavelength.

So, when Andrés visited Sergio after a successful heist and a long year of being gone, he had planned to surprise his little brother. His little brother, who was working in a college as a professor. Teaching mathematics to students who were barely younger than him.

Sergio was wearing the most boring outfit known to mankind as he made his way to his office to put away the notes for the day. He heard the door open behind him and for half a second, before he turned around, he thought it would be a student. But he caught a scent that was ingrained in his lungs since he was a child. The mixture of wood, sandalwood, hibiscus and mint. An interesting mix, but the scent that their mother used to wear everyday.

Andrés saw Sergio physically relax, shoulders dropping like he was under the effect of a drug. Sergio turned around with the biggest smile possible and he looked so impossibly younger that it disarmed Andrés completely.

"Little brother." Andrés greeted him, smiling automatically at his brother, who looked at him like he was the incarnation of all Christmas miracles. Sergio took a step forward and Andrés took the hint, walking forward and enveloping his brother in a hug. The warmth of the hug made Andrés close his eyes and that same warmth seeped right into his chest as Sergio melted in his arms.

Sergio stuck to Andrés like a child during Andrés' first wedding. He was best man, and all he said in his speech was,"My brother is the only man in this world whom I deem worthy to cross oceans for. I have known you my entire life and all I learnt, I learnt it all for you. I hope to see, one day, that you would see yourself and see the man that I know."

When Andrés later found him standing at a corner, almost ambushed by a couple of Andrés' colleagues, Sergio made eye contact with Andrés once and relaxed instantly. It was a given, by now, that Sergio hated social interactions, but to see that just eye contact with him made Sergio relax so, made something fiercely protective burn in him.

His little brother.

Andrés walked over and draped an arm over Sergio, if only to feel Sergio melt against him and to again feel that heady feeling that he is so trusted, so loved, and so admired by his younger brother that his mere presence disarms the smartest man in all of Spain, perhaps all of Europe.

And with that, Andrés knows that Sergio trusts him explicitly and he knows that his emotion blind brother would not understand but it warms his dead and cold heart to see his brother so relaxed. Andrés swears to maintain more skin contact with Sergio, if only to make him relax and also to remind himself why exactly Andrés still never left the country for long.

Because Sergio was his blood and his brother and Sergio, who understood him and never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted, that Sergio, his baby brother, thought of him as his home and shelter and felt safe enough to relax whenever Andrés was within sight.

So, Andrés never left Europe. His ex-wife took his son and moved to another continent and Andrés gritted his teeth and became furious and visited his son sometimes but returned home. To Sergio. They seldom met, their schedules busy, but Andrés remained within reachable distance.

For Andrés knew the truth as it as the Sun shining over his closed eyes. He knew that while he was the protection and home that Sergio trusts, Sergio was the anchor and blood Andrés will never leave.

Like the story of Achilles, Andrés could ruin entire armies and nations without a scratch on himself. But he could only be killed when Sergio was dead.

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I'm so sorry that it took such a while, anon!! I hope you like it! And I'm definitely going to accept any prompts regarding these two doomed siblings, so if you have any ideas, step into my asks without hesitation!!!

[marinagail]

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1493- La tarea del educador moderno no es podar las selvas, sino regar los desiertos.

[eatingoutmen]

I watch money heist for the plot🥱:

The plot:

[marqenobi]

Sergio Marquina + emotions: quiet grief (for andrés)

[honestlyjustamillyfanpage]

"I'm Tokyo! I'm Rio! I'm El Profesor!"

I'm the guy who uses his one second of screen time to send Raquel a love heart

[gordonstanheight]

immaculate went from just some random movie on my watchlist to one of my most anticipated movies of the year when i found out álvaro morte was in it. PLAYING A PRIEST. literally fleabag Hot Priest but for people who got really into la casa de papel when quarantine hit

[bianca-the-godness-of-venus]

Requests open!

From now on, you can leave requests with what you want me to write. I will try to do it as fast as possible, but please understand that sometimes I don’t have the time and energy to start a fanfic.

Also, I only write for 18+ characters and I don’t write work that encourages illegal or wrong activities. So keep that in mind when you submit.

I write for every genre, like fluff , angst even smut etc.

Fandoms I write for:

-Money heist/ La casa de papel

-Harry Potter

-Dead poet society

-Euphoria

I will add more on the future or if you suggest another one. That being said, feel free to ask🤎

[depressopax]

La casa de papel valentines card

I'm having a bit too much for making these lmao 😭

Part 1