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werewolf-transgenderism · 10 months

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^ if you imagine him saying the silly animal crossing fishing puns in his silly voice they become 1000% funnier

#spent like fifteen minutes scrolling the catch quotes looking for the one that was both most plausible and also funny to imagine him saying #laszlo cravensworth #wwdits

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caitlynscat · 1 year

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In Weem’s office probably.

Principal Weems: So how do you like your new roommate?

Wednesday: “She’s my best friend, she’s my pal, she’s my home girl, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time pup.”

Enid: Awww…..I think.

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incorrectquoteswwdits · 1 year

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Also I think it’s funny that he might be a vampire??? AND LASZLO IS LIKE

“hmmm. Moody, change of behavior. Different sleeping patterns, haven’t seen him eat. As a gentleman scientist I have to diagnose him.”

and Guillermo would just be standing there with fangs like :)

#Imagine Laszlo is like I diagnose u with consumption or some old timey illness lol #WWDITS spoilers #WWDITS speculation #WWDITS s5 #guillermo de la cruz

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hanzajesthanza · 8 months

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forget the origins of the elder blood there is a REAL mystery from the witcher that i have to solve and that is how did regis catch that trout he is roasting on a spit over a campfire for geralt and cahir when he meets up with them. did he have a fishing pole with him, because it is never mentioned. i just never considered that regis would fish. i know he participated in the fish soup, but though he helped in the making of the soup, he did not help with the fishing, he only added spices and helped lift the cauldron off of the fire. however i suppose that doesn’t rule out the ability. is fishing something all of sapkowski’s characters can do. i know cahir caught the three-pound pike using a tip-up and a frog he caught. did regis do something similar here. man i am really overthinking this trout.

#im imagining him batting the fish out of the river like a cat with an attitude #or . in wwdits s5 when laszlo grabs a fish out of the ocean…#at least the trout lore is incredibly consistent #because the rivers are described as having trout all the way to beauclair in which they are served upon the table #of the october banquet. iirc #txt #c: regis #book: tower of the swallow

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laszlobruhl · 8 months

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Mrs. Williams: Of all the stories I told you when I was your patient, which ones wormed their way into your mind, kept you up at night?

Oh, come, doctor. I don’t believe you were completely unmoved.

Laszlo: I found your accounts of men’s vulnerabilities in particular interesting.

Mrs. Williams: My accounts of men’s vulnerabilities?

Laszlo: I recognized my own weakness, and it gave me pleasure.

Mrs. Williams: Then there’s your answer. If your friend enjoys inflicting wounds, there’s a good chance he has wounds of his own. The cripple in him is looking for the cripple in another.

Laszlo: Forgive me madam. Thank you for your help.

What stories did she tell that kept Laszlo up at night. Why is he so intimidated by her? Why is it, this woman can talk to him, that even he lowers his head for her?

How I wished to be with the therapy sessions of this woman.

#daniel bruhl #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #dr laszlo kreizler #my gifset #the alienist gifs #netflix series #daniel bruhl gifs #alienist obsessed #Alienist #the alienist imagine #How I love this scene #Katherine Kingsley

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megaawkwardhuman · 8 months

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ok calling it now

in the middle of another nandermo being very homoerotic scene™️ next season there's going to be a moment there's going to be silence

like it's going to be DEAD QUIET

then we hear colin robinson yell "JUST FUCK ALREADY" at them off screen

and maybe the others chime in idk

I'm also calling it now

nadja and laszlo have some sort of bet on who will crack and confess first (maybe colin and/or the guide are also in on it?)

just imagine guillermo and nandor tell the others that they're finally together and one of them asks them about how it happened

and after they tell them who confessed first nadja yells "CALLED IT" and the others roll their eyes and they all hand her 10 dollars

#just imagine the look on nandor and guillermo's faces to either of these scenarios #I can just see the I'm going to kill all of you look on memo's face if they do indeed have a who confesses first bet pool #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #colin robinson #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #the guide #throwing up my thoughts onto tumblr again #if they don't have colin or at least SOMEONE yell just fuck already at some point I will be dissapointed

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hoechlinth · 9 months

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Nandor: Laszlo who is that author you like? The one who wrote the books about the angel and his little demon friend.

Laszlo (with typical Matt Berry delivery): NEIL GAIman!!

Nandor: *getting to his knees* ok but you know I don't like it when you speak to me like that

#what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #neil gaiman #good omens #pls just imagine it in their voices #text post

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thranduilsperkybutt · 9 months

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Imagine you're married to Laszlo Kreisler, and trying to get his attention since you're kind of jealous of the attention he gives to Mary.

--------- Request for @lady-bridgerton ---------

He treated her like a delicate thing to be placed atop a shelf and dusted with a dedication that only he could pursue. The gentleness in his voice when he spoke to Mary would not always bother you; yet, when coupled with the softness in his eyes, you could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy creeping into your gut. An ugly thing it was, and you only felt it from time to time, but only when he gave Mary the kind of attention he was giving her now.

Nothing less than gentlemanly, of course, but still...

Had he ever been so gentle with you? With every interaction you’ve ever had, you seem to only bring out a passion in the man that sometimes burned with such an intensity that you wondered if it would not destroy you entirely. His attentions for you were directed with a certainty that you had never questioned. Your disagreements with him had once gone on for days, until you had found a better way to vent your mutual frustrations.

You watch as he thanks her reverently for the serving tray she’s brought the two of you in the midst of his studies.

No, you think, Laszlo has never treated you so gently.

There was a ring on your finger, though, was there not?

Mary is lovely, and you thank her in kind before she retreats, leaving you alone again with the man you are still at a loss to figure out, even after all this time. You study him as he sips the tea she’s brought, as if it will help you figure out the reason for the jealousy in your heart. It’s in vain.

“What has brought upon your silence? You were rather mouthy a moment ago,” he doesn’t bother looking towards you, rather than back at his documents. The raise of his brow is enough to tell you of his curiosity for your sudden disquiet.

“I was just wondering why you’ve never treated me with such gentle longing,” you know how you sound, and yet you can’t stop the words from tumbling. A pout forming at your lips as you round the desk before you, and only then does he look up.

His brow inches higher in surprise, “Now, don’t tell me you’re jealous...”

You don’t have to admit it for him to see the truth of it, but you do anyway, “Your attentions have never been so delicate to me as you are with Mary... and you know I’m a wonderer.”

His hand reaches for your hip, and you feel his grip through the fabrics and layers between you as he steps closer. Intense. Demanding. The jealousy inside you tells you he would never touch Mary like this. His hand not at your hip tips up your chin, tearing your eyes from the scrutiny of his collar.

His lips slip into a firm line as he performs his own scrutiny of you, but his eyes soften, “You have never needed gentle attention, though, perhaps I have been mistaken in thinking you did not want them.” Then, the twinge of a smile at the corner of his lips, when he teases dryly, “Perhaps I have been blinded by how amusingly disagreeable you can be at times.”

“How dare you! I’m not disagreeable,” you huff, crossing your arms between his proximity to you.

His chuckle is full of mirth, and you know then why he has never treated you the same as he does Mary, “But you’re quite disagreeable now, my love. You need not be so, if all you want is attention.”

You’ve never needed the version of himself that he holds out to Mary to kindly ensure she does not break. You’ve told him since the moment you met him what you’ve needed from him or how you’ve found fault in his arguments. He’s always known you were not so easily broken.

You prove him right with your snark, “If you would give me attention, I would not need to cause a show of it.”

“Mm,” he sighs in faux disapproval, but his smile is nearly matching your own as he leans closer to brush his lips upon yours, “an entertaining show.”

#laszlo kreizler imagine #imagines by me #gif not mine #the alienist imagine

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laszlossweetcheese · 2 years

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glad to see someone showing lazslo some love!! could i have an imagine or headcanons about reader dating nadja first, then also falling for laszlo?

Absolutely!! Thank you so much for this request :)

Imagine being in a relationship with Nadja but falling for Laszlo as well

Nadja had met you in a late night café in the city while looking for dinner. You made her laugh and enchanted her into talking with you for most of the night. After another couple of months meeting with you (and maybe some light stalking), Nadja revealed that she was a vampire to you.

Before you knew it, you were living in her gothic mansion and had been introduced to her roommates....and husband. It didn't bother you at all that she had another partner, as she had explained her romantic situation to you previously, but you still felt a bit awkward being around Laszlo.

You always tried to make small talk with Laszlo when you ended up alone together, but he never seemed very interested. You chalked it up to him just not wanting to be very involved with his wife's lovers and tried not to let it bother you too much.

As time went on, you noticed Laszlo speaking to your more often and even cracking jokes on occasion. You had seen how he lit up when talking with Nadja and how proud he looked when he managed to get a laugh out of his wife. Maybe you were mistaken, but you thought you might've seen that same smug smile tugging on his lips after you laughed at his remarks once or twice.

One time, you were cleaning the living room as Laszlo was playing his piano and you hummed along to some of the familiar classical melodies he would play. As you turned around to dust a book shelf on the other side of the room, you caught Laszlo watching you with a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before and it made you stomach flutter.

More and more often you would catch the vampire watching you, whether it be when you were alone or spending time with Nadja and the others. You found yourself hoping Laszlo had his eyes on you and you felt the same fuzzy warmth in your chest when you were around him that you felt with Nadja.

Things continued to progress and Laszlo began referring to you as "darling," "my sweet," and even "my love." Each time he called you these things it made you blush so red that Nadja once asked if you were sick.

Eventually, you couldn't hide it any longer. You had feelings for Laszlo and you needed to tell Nadja. You didn't want to hurt her, but you felt just as bad keeping it from her. She wasn't surprised by the news, of course, having seen the way you and her husband had grown closer throughout your time in the house, and she was ecstatic. "Think of all the extra fun we can have now!" She exclaimed.

You shouldn't have been as shocked as you were to find out that she had known about your and Laszlo's feelings this whole time, but you had been so absorbed in your feelings that you hadn't even considered that Nadja and Laszlo had talked about you to each other regarding your rather obvious crush.

Nadja wasted no time bringing Laszlo into the conversation and you tried your best to keep yourself from shaking like a leaf as you confirmed what your lover had told him. Laszlo is radiating with excitement at the confession and he eagerly twirls you around the room before coming to a halt so that he can pull you into a passionate kiss.

Being in love with one vampire was something you had never imagined to happen to you, let alone two of them. Yet, you've never been happier and wouldn't have it any other way.

#Laszlo cravensworth #Nadja of antipaxos #Laszlo x reader #Nadja x reader #Laszlo cravensworth x reader #Nadja of antipaxos x reader #wwdits #imagine #headcannon #fanfic

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2offayyo-kzt · 1 month

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no one considered Seanzlo BUT Sean is actually a retired cranky old man 👀

#sounds funny to me #imagine having a situationship with your neighbor for 30 years #wwdits sean #wwdits laszlo #sean rinaldi #laszlo cravensworth #seanzlo #laszlo x sean #kztpost

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profeyandere · 11 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐙𝐋𝐎 𝐊. ─── ☾ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃

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Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, panic attack, murders

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

That little building in New York no longer felt like the warm, sweet home he loved so much. Now, everything around him had been covered in a dark thick icy mist that had appeared once he had made sure that you were gone. He didn't expect to be able to blame you for it, either.

Laszlo, no matter how hard he tried to search his innermost thoughts, could not remember having felt such sharp and persistent pain in his life until he finally found the courage to return home and face the situation in which he had found himself. He had become immersed because he was unable to keep his mouth shut and the comments at bay, finding that tragic December night a home that was no longer what he had left that same morning. In the depths of his heart he hoped to see you in the living room, sitting in his armchair or on the soft sofa that characterized the room, with one of his many blankets in your lap while you tried to calm your usual nerves about meeting him again or doing one of the many activities you planned for the afternoons, perhaps reading one of the various astronomy books in which you had shown special interest in recent months with a cup of chamomile to soothe your headaches or trying to finish knitting the dark wool gloves for him with the excuse that even if you didn't like that activity, you wanted him to stay warm enough during the harsh winter that was lashing New York while investigating the latest case he had been involved in, even if he knew that your disgust for the last mentioned activity was a little lie that you had developed over the years and that he had discovered by having seen you smile on more than one occasion while you practiced with Mary a new type of stitch; you always showed a particular distaste for activities that were characteristic of women, but he had learned to observe that you were actually quite content with them and that you could come to appreciate them even if you claimed otherwise.

But now that he had returned home, he felt an emptiness in him, not hearing your playful laugh resonate because of some joke that Stevie had told you, nor could he distinguish your quick and agile steps becoming louder and closer that indicated that you had heard him home, much less was he able to feel the warmth that enveloped his home when you were in it. He noticed the lack of your presence, and it was not necessary to be very intelligent or have a university degree to make sure of it because he only had to analyze himself to realize it; Anguish had been the feeling that had taken over his body, then eliminating the anger that had been controlling him for much of the day.

Laszlo hadn't wanted you to get involved in the case of the missing children, the same ones that days later turned up murdered wherever the maniac who ended their lives wanted to show them. He assumed from the beginning that the scenarios in which he would be involved would be dangerous, after all, they were looking for a murderer, and he knew that the places they would visit would be quite unpleasant judging by what John Moore, his dear friend, had previously described. He just wanted to keep you safe, in the comfort of his home, while he and the small team he had assembled took it upon themselves to put an end to the wave of murders that was causing so much fear in the inhabitants of the splendid American city.

All he did was try to keep you away from the monsters beyond the gates of his home, but he didn't make sure that the most horrible being you had at your side. You had him, and he wasn't able to protect you then.

Tension, nerves, and anxiety had taken over his body, being felt that he was unable to control for not finding a solution to the case on which he was working so hard. He felt devastated for not finding a solution to such a problem, being forced to constantly search and review the same psychology books that he had read so many times and that, on this occasion, were not providing him with the required help. Barely a few days had passed since the death of the first young people belonging to rather unfortunate families was announced, but the desire to end it became more palpable as the hours passed; The only thing the doctor wanted was to end the case with a happy ending, return home as he usually did and hug you, thus eliminating the intrusive thoughts that crowded his mind and that prevented him on many occasions from resting as it should. You, being aware of the latter, had decided to visit Laszlo at his usual place of work to check his state of health.

He would have appreciated your visit on other occasions, he would have felt a familiar tingle once he had seen you open the door of his office to greet him with your loving smile, and he would have watched your bright eyes that would light up more and more as the seconds passed, and you watched him, but at that moment all he saw in you was a distraction he didn't want to deal with; he didn't want to be with you at that moment, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible. You greeted him excitedly, asking about his day, and soon after you started talking about how worried you were that he was so deep in the case that he wasn't even taking care of himself, which you assumed all along and which is why you asked John and Sarah to take care of him while you weren't around; Although your innocence, concern, and dedication to the doctor could be seen as a blessing in most cases, he just wanted you to shut up at that moment, turn around and go home, he just wanted you to understand what his cold look wanted to tell you, but it was not like that.

You didn't understand him, or you didn't want to, and Laszlo took it out on you.

You saw his shoulders tense as you approached him and his desk, this time lowering your tone of voice as you presumed that a new wave of emotional headaches was at work again in his head. You sighed softly and walked around his desk, positioning yourself on one side of him with the intention of easing that pain by massaging his temples. It was when you finally placed one of your delicate hands on top of his, gently stroking the knuckles of his left hand to calm him down and show your support, that you finally saw how the beast he seemed to have kept hidden finally came out to unleash its full wrath on you. He quickly withdrew his hand from yours, surprising you with the movement and causing you to take a step back to give him some space, then raised your head to meet his gaze with yours, his being the one that flashed with feelings of anger and rage that ran through his body and that was impossible to control. He raised his voice at you in a way you didn't expect, ordering you to get out of his office, leaving you completely shocked by what had just happened and by what you had heard. You tried to refute what he had just told you, asking and begging him to let you stay and letting him know that you wouldn't speak anymore if he required it, but then he started to hurt you with the words that you would have least imagined. You had always had certain limitations in learning, you always recognized that obvious fact, and many times you doubted that your intelligence was the same as that of an average person your age, you had even felt bad enough on several occasions to question yourself if it was enough for Laszlo for that small impairment, but it was his words of encouragement, full of affection and always sincere that made those intrusive thoughts disappear, but now he brought out that insecurity to make you see that perhaps your assumptions were correct; He pointed out how stupid you looked around him and how you tried to keep people from seeing that big flaw of yours through the kindness you showed, trying to make witty comments but only making others laugh at how silly you seemed and that The fact that people were so sweet to you was because they found you as silly as a 3-year-old.

In short: Laszlo confirmed your biggest fear.

From the moment the doctor began to bring up that insecurity, placing special emphasis on what others thought of you, you felt how you stopped hearing from one moment to the next. You could perfectly see your fiancé open and close his mouth, and move his hands to express himself more freely, but it was impossible for you to understand what he was saying due to the feeling of sadness and anxiety that had begun to devastate you. You had heard of anxiety attacks, Laszlo had explained them to you after you had had to calm down one of the many children at school who had sought refuge in you the first time he attended the doctor's therapy, and, now if you were suffering it in the same way that young man suffered then, he made you understand that Laszlo was no longer a safe place for you; he was the one who was causing that to you, and you didn't want that to happen again, you refused.

When Laszlo watched you leave with teary eyes, your chest rising and falling at an alarming rate, and your hands slightly trembling, he knew he hadn't been able to protect you the way he wanted. He had failed you.

Now that he was home, remembering those agonizing minutes you'd suffered, he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the rage he felt at himself, letting out a snort to calm the anxiety that had begun to take over him. With his heart in a fist, he began to walk slowly towards the living room while he prayed that you were waiting for him there, just as he had previously imagined when he had entered his house, but it was not like that. Stopping on the threshold that separated the living room from the hall, he made sure that the vibrant colors that were always in that room were just a product of his imagination because now that you weren't there; everything had taken on grayer and sadder colors, only having a small flash of crimson in the small ring that was on the coffee table in front of the sofa that you always occupied to talk about your busy mornings and afternoons, both of you using that precise moment to appreciate to the other in the way you longed for, but now you weren't there, just the reminder that you were once there.

Laszlo realized that he had lost you forever and there would be no way to get you back.

The house felt cold again and as lonely as it had before I met you.

#laszlo kreizler #laszlo #kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kreizler x oc #reader #you #oc #daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler imagine #daniel brühl imagine #the alienist

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years

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A Sensual Education - Laszlo Kreizler

I learned a lot about clits for this fic, didn't realize how much people (mostly men) hated them. Everyone, go touch your clits, treasure them, they deserve it after people like Freud wanted to get rid of them cause they were too insecure of themselves and scared of women🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), typical 19th century ideology, misogyny, religious guilt, pining, innocence kink, fingering, virginity loss, soft dom!Laszlo, consent is sexy, flufffff

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From an early age, you were always taught that anything do to with sex was a sin. You weren’t really told why but it was an unspoken moral rule.

Women weren’t allowed to have sex until after marriage and if the man wants it. Women were for men’s pleasure and to make babies; that was it. From an early age, you were always doubtful of this but you were always too scared to make your concerns known.

You had asked your mother about it after you started your courses, but you were immediately shut down and scolded for even thinking such a thing. So every time you had a question or concern, you always had to push it down and you never spoke about it.

Once, you had heard, in the middle of the night, your mother with your father in their bedroom, it sounded like they were both in pain. You peaked inside their room and what you saw shocked you to your core. It was not in fact your mother, but it was your father with another woman. It looked painful. Why would someone engage in such acts if it was painful? It didn’t make sense.

From an early age, you were already seeing contradictions from everyone and you didn’t know what to believe.

One night, you tried touching yourself, just out of curiosity. It felt…different, but good. Though you were too scared and embarrassed to continue. Surely, you were going to hell for what you did. You prayed for forgiveness, and you never touched yourself again.

You knew it would probably bring shame upon you and your family, but you had always wanted to pursue a career in psychology. The mind was fascinating, and you had always wanted to figure out what causes people to do what they do; why they lie, why they hurt others, why they are so insistent on following old rules. Doctor Laszlo Kreizler had been looking for someone to intern for him. Despite being a woman, the doctor seemed happy to welcome you to his team.

It was very early on when you started to see Doctor Kreizler in a different light, one that you had not seen anyone before. He was very handsome, even your mother had confessed that to you privately. But it felt different this time. You had crushes before, but you never thought to act on them. You just figured that your parents would find you a man to marry and that would be that, but thankfully they weren’t that old fashioned. You were allowed to choose someone for yourself if you wanted, and you found that Laszlo was someone you wanted very badly. Just one small problem: he was your boss and you had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

You’d feel embarrassed every time you interacted with him, which was a lot. You would have to really concentrate whenever he was teaching you what to do with certain patients, and you managed well enough. Sometimes you’d sit in on one of his counseling sessions to see what he does and how he goes about it, but his voice was so mesmerizing that you’d forget exactly what he had been saying. It was debilitating, your crush, always feeling such yearning whenever he caught your gaze; but you had to move on. It definitely would not be professional if you acted on your sinful feelings to him.

Your lust got even worse when Laszlo started to get more touchy feely with you. He wasn’t inappropriate of course, just lingering touches here and there whenever you did a good job with the patients; but that was more than enough for your fantasies to run wild with false hope that he might’ve liked you back. He even insisted you call him by his first name, before you always addressed him as Doctor Kreizler. He unknowingly was only fanning the flames of your infatuation.

Your crush just kept growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, one of the doctor’s other employee’s told you that he needed to see you in his office later that day. You were instantly worried, thinking you may have done a bad job or worse, he had found out about your crush on him. But the employee said you had nothing to worry about, telling you that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen. It lessened your nerves…only slightly. You’d just have to find out for yourself.

You decided to go to his office early, otherwise you’d be worrying yourself to death and you didn’t care much for that. But when you arrived, the doctor wasn’t there. Serves you right for being impatient, you supposed.

You waited in Doctor Kreizler’s office, twiddling your thumbs and failing to calm your nerves. So instead, you decided to look around, despite knowing you shouldn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Scanning his bookshelves absentmindedly, you came across a particularly eye-catching name. Kama Sutra? You let out an audible gasp as you saw the cover on the front of the book. It was a man and a woman being…intimate with each other. You tried not to judge, but what kind of deviant would keep a book like this? Despite your initial horror, you couldn’t help but skim through the pages, feeling yourself growing uncomfortably hot at the words and illustrations. There were words on those pages that you didn’t even have a clue what they meant, but they felt dirty regardless.

You were so enraptured by all this new information that you didn’t notice Doctor Kreizler walk in. You all but jumped out of your skin as you heard him clear his throat, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, Lord, I am so sorry, Doctor. I was just waiting for you to get back but this caught my eye, I didn’t mean to pry, I promise.” You rambled with a slight stutter, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest when Laszlo took the book from you with a ghost of a smile. “Please, sir, don’t tell anyone I was looking at this, if my parents found out, they’d throw me on the streets! I’ll pray for forgiveness!”

Laszlo gently shook his head, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s quite alright, it’ll stay between us. Please, you don’t have to put on the pious act for me.”

You furrowed your brow, tilting your head slightly in confusion. “An act, sir? What do you mean?”

“The whole pretending that you think every single thing pertaining to sex is sinful and immoral.” He said with a brittle chuckle.

“It…it’s not?”

Laszlo froze, his eyes scanning your face for any indication that you were playing up the innocent act, but he didn’t find anything about your expression that would lead him to believe that you were lying. Were you actually this innocent? “You’ve never been taught about sex before? Anything about it?”

Your cheeks felt like they had been lit aflame, you looked down, your hair hiding your face slightly. “It’s a sin, especially before marriage. The only reason to do it is if you want to have a child.” You recited from what you learned from your parents and pastor.

“God, is that what your parents taught you? Hypocrites. It’s ridiculous. Of course sex isn’t sinful.”

“But…what about touching oneself? Surely that’s a sin, right?”

“It’s a natural part of growing up. Everyone has done it, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Laszlo noticed your nervousness, the fiddling with your hands and your eyes anywhere but his. “Have you never touched yourself before? Never even tried?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your hand up your arm as you felt goosebumps start to rise. “Once, but it didn’t feel right…at all. I never tried again. I never should have done it in the first place.” You felt ashamed talking about this with someone as professional as Laszlo. He must’ve been so ashamed of you as well, you wished you never even set foot in his office. But what you didn’t know was Laszlo was feeling ashamed of himself for how lustful he felt all of a sudden. The thought that you had never experienced sexual pleasure made his pants feel way too tight in that moment, and he felt sorry for you, but not in a condescending way. It would be a risk for your professional relationship, but it was one he was willing to take.

You didn’t notice Laszlo walking closer to you until you felt his hand gently graze your hand that was nervously holding your other arm. You felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, finding his eyes to be searching yours. His tantalizing stare felt like it was penetrating your soul, him being so close to you that you could see your own startled expression in his dilated pupils. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Laszlo asked in a low tone, his voice almost gravelly, causing a shiver to run down your spine in anticipation.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt a burning hot desire in your lower stomach, a slick wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. Your expression reflected in his eyes turned from being startled to almost dazed. Out of anything he could’ve said, Laszlo surprised you with that. You wanted to say yes, so badly. But… “What will happen to me if I say yes?” You asked timidly, glancing down at his hand on yours.

“Nothing that you don’t consent to.” He smiled softly, but with your fearful expression, he realized what you actually were asking. “I promise, you’re not going to hell if you allow me to do this.”

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Laszlo smiled, running his hand up to your shoulder and moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Sit on my desk and lift up your skirts for me please.” He instructed, and you obeyed nervously, feeling your whole body heat up as he watched intently as you exposed most of your legs to him. “Good girl.” You try not to squirm as Laszlo stood right next to you, feeling his breath on your neck as he lightly held you in place with his right arm and using his left hand to gently trail up your inner thigh, eliciting another shiver from you. “If I do anything that you don’t like or want to stop for any reason, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You took a deep breath as Laszlo finally reached your aching cunt, exhaling sharply when his fingers made contact with your sex. “Spread your legs for me, my dear.” You gasped as he touched a spot that was particularly sensitive. “Is that painful?” He asked, but you quickly shook your head no. “This spot is called the clitoris, it’s the only human organ where its sole purpose is to provide pleasure. Isn’t that extraordinary?” He spoke huskily into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, all while you were still struggling to keep still as he kept slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You wanted him to go faster, but all you could do was whimper pitifully as Laszlo started to kiss and nip at your neck. “How does that feel, Schatz?”

“G-Good…” You whimpered, “so good but…”

“What is it?”

“Can you…move a bit faster, please?” Laszlo smirked at your stuttering voice, finding your shyness adorable. Instead of giving you what you craved, he did the opposite, removing his hand from you and moving to stand in between your legs, spreading your legs even further. “What are you-? Oh!” You gasped as Laszlo slowly pushed one of his fingers inside you, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome…

“And how does this feel? Still good?” He asked, adding a second finger and gently thrusting into you, the stretch causing you to wince slightly but you didn’t want him to stop. You let out your first moan as he rubbed your clit with his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. “I assume that was a yes, hm?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, your hips moving against his hand mindlessly, starting to feel pleasure building and building inside you. “Feels so good, Laszlo…”

Laszlo lifted your chin with his other hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see your face. He finally kissed you as he sped up his hand movements, swallowing your loud moans, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You feel that pressure building in your body?” You nodded quickly, panting and moaning but you still tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “You’re getting close to what’s called an orgasm. It’s a feeling of euphoria when you reach the peak of sexual pleasure.”

“Are…are you getting close?” You stuttered.

Laszlo smiled, hiding a wince when his cock jumped in his pants. “I’m not the one getting pleasured, you are.” And as if right on cue, you felt yourself reach that peak and it was indescribable. Your body burned all over, but in a good way. You moaned loudly as you rode out that wave, gripping onto the doctor’s waistcoat for purchase. Your corset felt almost painful as your nipples hardened as you came, it felt all too restrictive. But you came down from that high, and you already wanted to feel it again. “Are you okay?” Laszlo’s soft deep voice brought you back to reality.

“Can…can you make me do that again?” You asked shyly, causing Laszlo to chuckle.

You winced as Laszlo lightly tapped your clit, the feeling almost too much to handle. “You’re too sensitive. Some people can’t come again right after because of the oversensitivity. But you might be ready to go again after several minutes.”

“But I want you to feel good too. I want you to…come.” You spoke timidly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted on the spot.

Laszlo frowned, shaking his head, trying to ignore his aching cock that was just crying out for stimulation. “I don’t want to hurt you. It might be too much, especially right now.”

“But I want you, Laszlo. I really do.” Laszlo didn’t say anything as you reached for the buttons on his pants, feeling guilty as he let you nervously palm his member through his trousers. “Please, I want you to be my first…”

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath, grabbing your face and kissing you lightly with a frustrated growl. “First times for women can be painful…”

“I don’t care. I want you to show me what it’s like.” You begged, gently biting his bottom lip, doing everything in your power to let him know that you’d be okay.

Laszlo finally gave in, kissing you again with much more fervor, allowing himself to crave your touch. Your hands were all over him, messing up his perfectly styled hair and undoing the buttons of his waistcoat so you could feel more of him. You moaned as he squeezed your breasts through your dress, running his hands up and down your torso as you pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. But he suddenly stopped, taking your hand away before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay? If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He said seriously.

“Okay.”

Laszlo slowly rubbed the head of his cock in between your folds, you letting out small whines as he rubbed himself on your still overly sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes when he lined himself up with your entrance, silently asking for your approval. You nodded, holding onto his hand that was gripping your thigh.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers, that’s for sure. You let out a silent cry when he entered you, just his tip stretching you far more than his fingers. It was a burning pressure, but you still didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain, it felt so natural for him to be inside you. You accepted him as best you could, him stilling inside you when he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, already panting from holding himself back.

“Yes, Laszlo, please. Keep going.” You and Laszlo both let out deep guttural groans as he started to thrust into you slowly, him keeping a firm grip on your thigh as he rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, you started to feel a new type of pleasure. It didn’t feel the same as when he was rubbing your clit, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. Every time Laszlo thrusted, the tip of his cock would hit that spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His slow thrusts weren’t enough now. You wanted more. You needed more. “Faster…please.” You whined, moving your own hips up to meet his.

“You sure?” It was sweet that he was always checking in, you appreciated it, but sweet wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You nodded vigorously, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and bringing him down to kiss you.

“Oh, my God-!” You gasped, moaning in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against yours echoing around his office. “You feel so good.” You smiled tremulously, tears of overwhelming pleasure brimming your eyes. Laszlo’s grunting and soft moaning had to have been the prettiest sound you had ever heard, each others’ moans mixing together like a symphony.

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” Laszlo breathed out, moaning every time he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls taking him in deep and holding on with a vice grip. “You’re doing so well…fuck.” He cursed, his cock twitching as he sped up even more, chasing his own release desperately, your pretty moans spurring him on. “I’m so close.” He voiced, his words coming out strangled, his hand tightening around yours, bringing it up and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Do it, come. Please, come.” You whimpered, crossing your legs behind his back, not allowing him to remove himself from you, pulling him as close as possible. His heavy breaths and soft moans fanned across your skin as he neared his climax, placing sloppy kisses on your cheek and down your neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. You cried out as Laszlo started to rub your clit once more, desperate to feel you come around his cock. “Please, please…” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for. His circular motions on your clit paired with his cock roughly splitting you open over and over again was almost too much, but you fully relinquished yourself to him, happy to be used by someone you admired so much.

“Come for me again, Schatz. I want to feel you, please.” Laszlo moaned, speeding up his ministrations on your clit.

“Laszlo!” You squealed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reached that peak once more, falling limp in his arms as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Oh, Scheiße!” Laszlo stilled as you clenched around him, letting out a loud strained grunt as he finally released inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He buried his head in your shoulder, panting heavily along with you, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Are…are you okay?” He asked nervously as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his trousers, looking into your eyes with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You shook your head, wearing a tired satisfied smile. “I really liked it.”

Laszlo let out a relieved sigh. “Good.” He said, wearing a lopsided grin, placing a short light kiss on the tip of your nose. He chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like this…but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” You smiled timidly, but then you remembered something. “So, um, why did you want to see me in the first place?” You asked.

Laszlo chuckled nervously, gently caressing your cheek while a slight blush. “Oh, I was, uh.” He cleared his throat, “With how well you’re doing, I was going to ask you to work for the Institute officially. Paid and everything. But now…I want to take you out on a date too, if you’d allow me.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Really.”

“I’d love that. Both. Both of those things. To work here and go on a date with you.” You rambled with a giggle, making Laszlo smile.

“Great…I suppose we should get back to work now.” He said reluctantly, holding onto your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

“I promise, I won’t let you regret hiring me.”

“I don’t think you could make me regret anything, my dear.”

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