#raquel murillo

[dunhamsolivia]

[abrador]

[yezaarts]

Coming back to my roots with ralicia and I'm probably the only one here

[eatingoutmen]

RISK IT ALL | feat. sub/dom top!reader & La Casa De Papel women.

TOKYO/SILENE OLIVEIRA

The closet wasn’t really a good option to be doing this, but Tokyo was too pent up to care and just needed you. Your hands held her legs up firmly, her back pressed against the wall for support. Her moans and gasps escaping her lips at the sensation of your cock stretching her out, the tip of your dick hitting her g-spot, it was heaven to her.

You both knew fully well that someone could just hear or even potentially walk in and catch you both. But the thought about getting caught, the risks you were both taking made Silene shiver with excitement.

“Shh, we wouldn’t want the team know what we’re up to over now, do we?” You slowed down your pace on her throbbing pussy, earning a frustrating whimper from her. A smug grin tugging at the corner of her lips, her hands grasping your shoulders, her hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“I don’t care, keep going. Who told you to stop, mm?”

NAIROBI/ÁGATA JIMÉNEZ

It wasn’t really the best time doing this in, here you were with Nairobi; in a locked office at the Royal Mint and at the middle of a heist, not the right moment to be doing this in. But the tension in the air, the growing promise of pleasure, drawing you both closer in a dance of desire and passion was heady cocktail too intoxicating to ignore.

A soft moan escaped Ágata’s lips, her hands moving to grip your hair like an anchor to her subspace, the sensation of your lips and tongue tasting and sucking her clit made her arch her body off the couch. “Mmm… Just like that… Good boy.” Your fingers worked in and out of her wetness, making her pussy more sore and soaked than ever.

You tried to muffle up your noises, your dick twitching in excitement at the risk of getting caught. It turned Nairobi on, the sight of you—eating her out while trying your best to be quiet and obedient made her pulse quickened. She couldn’t help but tease you a bit with a smirk curving into her lips.

“Not so loud now, be a good boy and keep quiet.”

RAQUEL MURILLO

It took a lot of pleas and persistence to convince Raquel that she deserved a break, you noticed how pent-up she was, her frustration radiating off her already stressed out appearance from her restless nights of trying to catch the man who was responsible for the Royal Mint heist. When she finally relented, you pulled her into your office and locked the door where your coworkers wouldn’t disturb the both of you.

The inspector’s hands tangled your hair, a moan of pleasure and satisfaction escaping her, your lips and tongue tasting and ravishing her sore, throbbing cunt. “Shit…!” Raquel’s grip on your hair tightened, she arched her back off the desk. She bit her lip, trying to hold back another noise from threatening to escape her lips. “Sshh, just let relax for me.” You whispered quietly, pulling out and to meet her eyes. Raquel let out a chuckle in response.

“I am relaxed, now shut up and don’t you dare stop.”

ALICIA SIERRA

The cop car shook violently from what you two were doing, Alicia was top of you, your cock twitching inside her while she rode you, her hips rolling against yours slowly. To you; this was probably ‘illegal’, but for her—she thought otherwise.

“Mm… please, I can’t-” A mewl escaped your lips, you were blissed out that you couldn’t form words, your cock was sore and throbbing, you could feel your orgasm coiling in your stomach, a sign that you can’t hold it in anymore. “Yes you can.” Alicia’s hand travelled along to your neck, she gave you a slight squeeze. Which drew a needy, pathetic moan from you, making the woman smirk in amusement. “Aww, you poor thing.” She teased.

The more she rode you in a slow pace, the more blissed out you becoming. Your lips parted, whines and whimpers escaping every time you feel her walls clench around your cock, your tip leaking pre-cum already at the sensation of her warm cunt. “Alicia, please—” You gazed up her with half-lidded eyes, a silent plea for mercy and desperate for release. She only shot you a tantalizing smile and cupped your face gently, her eyes meeting yours in a intense look.

“Just a little longer okay? I haven’t cum yet, hon.”

happy valentine's day! ;) <3

[simpluminis]

I used to think the hype around Money Heist/La casa de papel was overblown, so I didn’t watch it.

I’m watching it now, and I was SO wrong. This show is amazing!! Raquel has stolen my heart. I literally can’t stop thinking about her. The dynamic between her and the Professor is a true enemies-to-lovers. I’m obsessed 🛐

I wish I’d watched this sooner… then I’d have someone to talk to about it. Now all my friends have already forgotten the plot and the characters 💔

[moreaugriffins]

[totally-not-your-babe]

When I say NO ONE calls her Sofía (apart from her mother and stepfather) I mean it.

@yourmajestybee-s-corner 🫣🫣🫣

[esterzach]

I had forgotten about this whole name analysis I made a while ago about this show. Angel, Alberto, Andress, Arturo. “The A game. The leaders. The Alphas. Whatever that word meant before, it’s something else now. Still fits. The irony.”

And then Sergio. The man in the shadows.

And I also forgot about... the glaringly obvious — Salva.

Back then, it sounded like an odd, almost funny-sounding name to me. Salva... Then I remembered: Salva is short for Salvador.

There was a moment of “Oh God, I am so stupid!” Saviour!

I don’t know why the picture Salvator Mundi comes to mind. Holy fuck — the ego of this man! He chose that name! For himself.

It’s hilarious and a bit scary — to choose this name for your alter ego. Almost as if he thought of himself as a god. Not a god — THE God. The one and only, the benevolent saviour of humanity (or something), according to a certain belief system.

I think I see the genius of the writers in this detail.

Maybe it was just one-sided thinking as part of the master plan for the robbery. Maybe he just saw himself as the eventual saviour of this group of people with a dangerous mission. Maybe that's why he chose this name. But...

He is the Professor. The mighty figure who sits outside and observes like a god. Controls, calculates — ready to interfere if and when things go wrong. Then again, he’s the one who put them there in the first place.

Oh yes — there is an ego. An ego, he would have to swallow. Dry.

Because the saviour — the mighty, god-like figure — finds out the hard way that he is hardly infallible. He cannot control anything. Much less human behaviour. Or the circumstances. Or himself.

It’s poetic. I love it.

He falls. On his knees. Out of grace. And in love.

He just about made a fatal mistake. He just about lost everything.

He lost agency, control, his pride, and the respect of the group. His human side. He lost his heart. He surrendered.

“He was still trying to play God, to the very end. Cornered. Desperate. But still trying to hold control. ‘I need to think,’ he says.”

Until her" Nothing to think about" takes it away. “She is the one who helps. She takes his burden away. With one sentence, she transforms him… From a god to a man again. And she becomes the Goddess, chained, as if helpless, she takes control.

"She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"

It's almost hilariously accurate.

In the end, what saved him was the return to himself — The humble, honest, open, and very human self.

And to his real name. The one whose meaning is almost humiliatingly simple.

Sergio.

From the lips of a woman.

...

Pure fucking poetry.