Traitor - Hiding a marriage for the sake of the plan was not easy to begin with, but once the knowledge of a traitor inside the team needed to be exposed drastic measures needed to be taken leading to exposure of the secret well kept. [♡➳]
Could I get a Denver fic with prompt '“You look lonely.” “Do I?"', with angst but also some fluff (or smut, if you'd like)? Thank you so much :)
pairing: denver x fem!reader
warnings: alcohol consumption, use of pet names (babe, baby), mentions of sex but nothing graphic, adult language, sorta lovers to enemies? idk.
word count: 806
summary: the story of how you joined the heist crew, and what crucial part denver played in it.
(a/n: you'll notice here i call denver 'daniel' and that's bc this fic takes place before the events of the first season)
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Drunken conversations and rather obnoxious laughter buzzed through the bar. The tv was displaying a football game no one was really paying attention to and the classic rock songs coming from an old radio behind the counter only enhanced the growing battle of who can be louder, man or machine.
The room carried a stench of cigarettes, cheap booze and a hint of sickness escaped the bathroom as the door opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...
Honestly, you wanted to be anywhere but here. But given your current… predicament, hiding in this dull establishment was your best bet for the foreseeable (especially since the owner is letting you crash in the room above for a small fee of simple kitchen porter duties).
Ah, yes, the glamorous life of being on the run from authorities.
“You look lonely,” a husky voice — one you’ve come to know all too well over the years — pointed out.
The corners of your lips twirled upwards at the sound, at the sentence, however you did not turn to eye the man who dared to interrupt your thoughts (and safety).
Instead, your eyes wandered to the golden brown liquid that swirled at the bottom of your glass. The quiet jingle of the ice-cubes as they hit off each other was oddly soothing.
“Do I?”
The question was rhetorical, you knew you did otherwise he wouldn’t be here. Wrapping your fingers tighter around the glass, you raised it slowly to take a sip before finally meeting the gaze of your companion.
“Yes,” Daniel lipped back and glanced at the empty seat next to you, “Mind if I join you?”
“Knock yourself out,” you shrugged and took another sip.
He made himself comfortable (as comfortable as one could on the unsteady wooden barstool), ordering a beer in the process.
“You’re on every news channel in the state,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to the conversation.
“Oh, I am well aware, thank you.”
Daniel brought the bottle to his lips, “You know if I can find you, it’s only a matter of time before the police do,” he pointed out and took a sip.
Sighing, you tilted your head to look at him: “And what do you propose I do, D?”
The brunette shuffled in closer, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before averting to meet your eyes, “Come with me. My pops got involved with this guy, he’s proposing a deal of a lifetime and we could use someone on the team with your unique expertise.”
You chuckled harshly, “You’re fucking with me.”
“Cross my heart,” he mimicked the expression.
“No offence but I kinda seriously don’t trust you.”
“I know, I know you don’t. But this, babe, this is legit. We’re gonna be fucking millionaires if we pull this off.”
“If? D, I ain’t gettin’ involved with anything that’s not 100% and you know that.”
“Come on, baby. It’ll be like old times.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
He rolled his eyes, “Don’t you miss it sometimes? Don’t you miss us together? Professionally and… you know… the other thing.”
“You mean do I miss having sex with you?”
“Well, when you put it like that it makes me sound like a prick.”
“You are a prick, Daniel. Which is precisely the reason we went our separate ways in the first place,” you tiffed in response and proceeded to down the rest of your drink before elegantly hopping off the stool, “I’ll see you around. Good luck with your new endeavour and say hello to your dad.”
He reached for your wrist, stopping you from walking away. Your gaze snapped to his hand and you were about to threaten him (just like old times) when he spoke, “See, I know you very well and I figured conviving you was going to be a difficult task—”
“What the fuck did you do?”
“The police have this place surrounded,” he stated calmly, also standing up, “The only way you’re leaving here is with me.”
His face was inches away from yours. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes caused your stomach to flip upside down. Heat rushing to your cheeks as memories of the last time you stood this close to one another flooded your mind.
“I hate you,” you spat quietly but your actions betrayed your words when your gaze flickered to his lips. Only for a split-second but long enough for Daniel to notice.
“You love me. And you’ll love me even more when you’re rich,” he drawled excitedly. Letting go of your wrist, his hands moved to your face, “Now, baby, let’s get you the fuck out of here, okay?”
As if you had a choice.
“Okay,” you nodded, “But I’m not having sex with you again.”
Warnings: a lil talk of anxiety, really just a big ball of fluff
Word Count: 0.7k
Request: anonymous: “Could I get a Denver (La Casa de Papel) x reader with 2 from random prompt list ii (where the reader is one of the criminals, but its like sweet and romancy and maybe the beginning of their relationship)? Thank you so much :)) x”
Prompt: “I’m just tired.” & “Can I kiss you?” A/N: i wasn't sure whether you wanted number 2 from angst or fluff so i did both, hope that’s okay!
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Darkness engulfed the room. The only glimmer of light coming from the small side table lamp. Not enough to illuminate the whole space, but enough to allow you to read the book in your lap.
The heist was just around the corner. Approaching faster than you would have liked. Although the team was prepared, ready to get started, it was bitter sweet. You made your home here these last few weeks. These people were your family, really they were the only family you’ve ever known.
One person in particular made moving onto this next chapter even harder.
Denver.
The two of you grew closer with each day at the house. He made you laugh, he lend a helping hand whenever you needed one, he was your shoulder to cry on, your feeling of peace. Romantic involvement was strictly forbidden, but it was that rule which made it so much more exciting.
Your relationship with Denver was really just beginning. Yet with the robbery around just days days away, you couldn't help but worry this feeling of peace you were experiencing because of him was about to end.
Which is why you currently sat alone in your room, while the rest of the group enjoyed a family dinner. A knock on the door ahead caused you to glance up from your book, just in time to meet the eyes of the person checking in on you.
“Hey.” Denver said in a hushed tone. “I brought you some food.”
You put the novel away as he approached the bed. He handed you the plate and made himself comfortable next to you.
“Thank you.” You stated and pecked him on the lips.
“My pleasure.”
For the next twenty minutes, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you ate the meal he brought you.
It was moments like these that made you realise how incredibly lucky you were to have someone like Denver in your life. You’ve never been in a relationship with someone where even sitting in complete silence strengthened your bond. Honestly, it was quite freeing.
And it was also another reason why the upcoming robbery seemed really inconvenient.
“What’s on your mind?” Denver asked, tilting his head in your direction. With a soft sigh, you placed the empty plate on the ground and shifted in your spot to look at him.
“I want to feel like this forever.” You answered his question, chewing down on your bottom lip.
The handsome crook smirked. He reached out his hand and gently brushed the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. He then proceeded to lift up his arm and pat his chest, indicating for you to snuggle up closer. You obliged, resting your head against him.
“You know this is only the start, right? You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” His fingers trailed slowly up and down your arm as he spoke.
“I’m just tired.” You mumbled. “Tired?” Denver questioned, and you nodded your head. “Tired of the prep work. Tired of the stress I’m constantly feeling. Like... What if we fail? Get caught?” Pause. “But most of all, I'm tired of pretending the robbery won’t change things between us.”
Denver kissed the top of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo. “Of course it’s going to change things, but that doesn't mean the change won't be good. My life is definitely better with you.” He said.
You angled yourself under his embrace so that you could catch his gaze. “Always the optimist.” You teased causing Denver to scoff and playfully roll his eyes. “Always the pessimist.” He returned. You couldn't help but chuckle.
“Now, I have an important question.” He began after the laughter died down. You raised an intrigued brow. “Can I kiss you?” Denver asked.
With a silly grin plastered on your face, all previous feelings of concern and sadness quickly dissolving, you said ‘yes’. Your brunette boyfriend didn't waste any time.
A devilish glimmer clearly visible in his eyes, and one hand now holding the bottom of your face. With his fingers gently pressing into your cheeks, he effortlessly pulled you in closer while simultaneously leaning down. Your lips attached themselves to his in one flowing exchange of breath.
Warnings: swearing, implied smut (nothing graphic)
Word Count: 674
Request: anonymous: “Hi! Could I maybe get a Denver from La Casa de Papel fanfic with prompts 'Have you ever kissed anyone before' and 'You don’t know what you do to me do you?' ? Thank you so much <3”
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“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Denver asked, slowly coming towards you. His voice was rough and low, almost husky. You peeked at his lips and instinctively bit your own; a seemingly innocuous action that the brunette criminal noticed immediately.
Denver smirked. “Aren’t you going to answer me doll face?” Doll face. Why did that nickname make your knees buckle? You stumbled backwards, hitting the bathroom wall with a soft and gentle thud. He stopped inches away from you and hungrily sized you up, pupils dilated.
“You know, I’ve had my eye on you since we got here.” He whispered, raising his hand. The air hitched in your throat as he proceeded to curl the loose strand of your hair between his fingers, before placing it behind your ear. His thumb caressing your cheek in the process.
Truthfully, you were surprised by the seemingly gentle act.
He cupped your cheek. His eyes examining every inch of your face, as if he was taking a mental picture. “No matter what I try, I can't seem to get you out of my fucking head.” He muttered. “Fuck.”
Of course you were quite aware you caught the eye of the young criminal. Pretty much from day one, Denver seemed to pay more attention to you than the other hostages. The stolen glances. It didn't take you long to notice that for whatever reason you sparked his interest.
Your survival instinct kicked in. You decided to use the attention you grasped to your advantage. Fight or flight.
Starting off small, inconspicuously. Every time you caught him looking at you, you didn't avert your eyes. Instead you held his gaze and shot him a modest smile. Denver seemed to enjoy this act of non-verbal communication because next began the secret whispers when no-one else was around.
He’d sneak up behind you, and ask how you were feeling. Usually your answers were one worded as you were afraid someone would notice - good, tired, okay, scared. The brunette criminal never said anything back. He’d simply wait for your response and walk away. Until one afternoon when you told him you were feeling weak, he asked if you needed anything.
Soon, before you even realised and despite the dangerously evolving situation around you, you were opening yourself up to him.
Honestly, if anybody asked, you wouldn't be able to place when exactly the relationship turned into something more than conversation. It just happened. Out of the blue, and for whatever reason you weren’t complaining.
“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” Denver asked, slowly licking his lips. His free hand gripped onto your waist as he pushed himself into you, completely closing any remaining space. A sudden rush of excitement raced through your entire body. That’s when you knew you were done for. That’s when you knew you couldn’t play this game any longer, he won. “Then why don’t you show me.” You whispered back, confidently locking your gaze with his.
It was the invitation Denver needed to hear. He bolted down, his mouth instantly cinching with yours like a magnet.
The kiss was passionate. Bursting with the built up tension the two of you created. Lost in the feverous moment, Denver doesn’t waste any time. He deepens the kiss. He’s sliding his tongue across yours, tugging your lower lip between his teeth, and sucking it gently.
Heart hammering louder inside your chest with every passing second. You can feel his large hands manoeuvre their way up and down your body, ruffling your clothes, increasing your already heavy arousal.
Both of you pull away breathless, however with no intention of stopping and not taking this any further. With a sly smirk gracing his features, the brunette criminal walked over to the door and locked it.
“Let’s have some real fun doll face.” Denver stated, turning back around to face you. The hungry look in his eyes was enough to make your stomach flip.
And in the space of a single heartbeat, his lips were on yours once again.
A/N: (Request): The title says it all so a smut warning is in place.
A = Aftercare
(what they’re like after sex?)
If you’ve done something intense, he’ll ask and make sure you’re okay. He showers you with kisses and gently caresses your skin. Denver will also always ask if you were satisfied - as if “no” would ever be an answer.
B = Body Part
(their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Denver likes his hands; more importantly how he can use them to make you squirm. On you, he loves your legs. He’s a leg man. He likes run his hands up your legs every chance he gets, touching and squeezing your thighs.
C = Cum
(anything to do with cum basically)
He’s extremely fond of coming on your breasts or thighs yet nothing beats exploding deep inside of you.
D = Dirty Secret
(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The rush and adrenaline he gets when fucking you somewhere the two of you can get caught is indescribable - and at the Bank of Spain getting caught is always a possibility.
E = Experience
(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He definitely knows what he’s doing, not to mention he’s quick to pick up on what you’re into and what makes you scream his name.
F = Favourite Position
(this goes without saying)
While doggy-style is hot, and easily in the top three of positions he enjoys, he likes to modify it a bit. There is something about doing it laying down with your stomach pressed to the cold floor and him laying on top of you that just gets him going. He loves how deep he can get inside you in this angle, how he can groan in your ear and kiss down the back of your neck.
G = Goofy
(are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Definitely more serious. He’s not opposed to occasional playfulness however usually he finds that humour during sex can completely kill his mood.
H = Hair
(how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s not one to care about his appearance down there, it’s not like he has the time to groom. The same stance applies to your grooming decisions - obviously he would prefer you clean shaven but at the same time it really makes no difference in his eyes.
I = Intimacy
(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Denver likes to feel as close to you as humanely possible. He loves to caress your skin, smell your hair. Often he finds himself whispering sweet-nothings in your ear.
J = Jack Off
(masturbation headcanon)
He’s no stranger to self-pleasure, after all it’s only natural. Imagining you on top of him often does the trick, his hands exploring your body as you ride him. Not that he has the time now and when he does he’d much rather just fuck you.
K = Kink
(one or more of their kinks)
The list of kinks this man has is a long one. Light bondage, orgasm control, daddy kink, spanking, sensation play, voyeurism, etc.
L = Location
(favourite places to do the do)
Honestly, location doesn't matter to him. He’ll gladly take you anywhere and everywhere.
M = Motivation
(what turns them on, gets them going)
The way his name rolls of your tongue, the way you wink at him when you’re among other people, the way you bite your bottom lip, the way you run your fingers through your hair.
N = NO
(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that could result in seriously hurting you, both physically and mentally/emotionally. He’s also not into sharing, so threesomes are off the table.
O = Oral
(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc,)
Preference is definitely giving, and you were definitely pleasantly surprised at just how skilled he is at that. He also enjoys it when you ride his face; legs shaking as you're moaning his name.
P = Pace
(are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It usually depends on how much time you have. However most often, Denver will just pound you like a jack hammer. His strong thrusts have your eyes rolling back always without fail.
Q = Quickie
(their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Big fan of quickies. Obviously he would prefer to get you alone properly and enjoy you without interruptions but that’s not always plausible, and since literally anything gets him going a quickie in the bathroom is a lot more fun.
R = Risk
(are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
As long as you’re comfortable he’s keen to explore and try anything. Sometimes the two of you will randomly get inspired by something and rush off together quietly.
S = Stamina
(how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Denver can last quite a while if he wants to. He can also go for two or three rounds, depending on how rough and intense the previous time was.
T = Toy
(do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't own any but is definitely up for acquiring some in the future and using them on you. Anything to make you squirm.
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease)
He is a huge tease, but to be fair so are you. You both know extremely well what gets the other person bothered, and often use that knowledge to your advantage.
V = Volume
(how loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s not the loudest partner, a few groans and grunts here and there but nothing extra or extreme. He much prefers focusing on your moans, shaky breaths and screams of pleasure.
W = Wild Card
(random headcanon for the character)
Although he’s the dominant one in your relationship, Denver adores when you assert power and take charge from time to time.
X = X-Ray
(let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Let’s just say there are no complaints about what he's packing. He’s a good size for you, and most importantly he knows what he’s doing with it.
Y = Yearning
(how high is their sex drive?)
High would be an understatement. The slightest smallest thing can get him aroused and thinking of you.
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Very rarely would sleep even be an option after sex. And on the odd occasion that it is; Denver would make sure you were resting before he’d even consider closing his eyes.
