Could I request a fic with a Dark Lazlo manipulating the readers parents into arranging a marriage between them?
Of course you can, here's some more dark!Laszlo! Hope you guys like it!
Title: A Planned Future
Warnings: dark fic, forced marriage, period typically attitudes
Daniel Bruhl tag list: @anteroom-of-death
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou
Your corset felt too tight, too restrictive. Every breath you took felt like a massive effort as the room you were in felt increasingly warm. Your mother took your hand under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was her signal that everything was going to be ok, a wordless gesture for the feeling that she couldn’t say out loud. Your father was sitting opposite you and gave you a soft smile. For someone who rarely ever showed his emotions this was a slight comfort to the nerves in the pit of your stomach.
“It’s good to see you again, Doctor,” your father said eventually, “Although rather unexpected.”
“Well,” said the man sitting opposite you, “I had only just become aware that you had returned to New York. It has been too long.”
Doctor Laszlo Kreizler was an old family friend but that fact didn’t stop you from feeling uneasy around him. The way his eyes followed you around the room, the looks he gave you when it was just the two of you. You knew what his intentions were and you had no desire to be tied to the man. Your parents would’ve approved of such a match. Kreizler was well off, respected, had good connections. It would be an advantageous marriage and given your current circumstances you doubted that you would have a better offer. Maybe Sara would allow you to go into business with her in order to escape him?
“And Miss l/n,” Kreizler finally diverted his attention to you, “So good to see you back with your parents. Feeling better I understand?”
“Yes,” you said weakly, “Much.”
“Visiting your aunt in England I understand.”
You mother stiffened next to you while your father sat up a bit straighter. It was true, you had been spending time with your aunt while you finished your education.
“That’s correct.” You answered, determined not to show any weakness in front of the doctor
“That is good of you,” Kreizler continued, “I find that a lot of young women are very dependent on their aunts. I am glad to see that the younger generations are still devoted to their extended family. As I understand it this is quite common with families of a certain… class.”
“My sister was merely ensure that y/n finished her education,” said your father sharply, “And to introduce her to possible suitors.”
“Ah yes, marriage,” Kreizler took a sip of his tea, “I hope that your future spouse will be understanding.”
“Understanding?” said your mother, “What could you possibly mean?”
“Oh nothing,” Kreizler gave her a charming smile, “It is a common occurrence for daughters of a certain disposition to be very reliant on their aunt’s. Not many husbands will be as understanding as others.”
The implication of his words settled over you like a thick blanket. You knew how it looked to an outsider, that you had gone away because you were in trouble, but that wasn’t the case. Your aunt had assured you that you could receive an education with her, one that you wouldn’t get if you had stayed in New York. Surprisingly your parents had agreed and you were sent off to live with your aunt.
“I would hate to see your daughter become shunned by those you used to call your friends.” Kreizler said calmly
“Shunned,” your mother said desperately, “Have people been… talking-“
“Mrs l/n-“
“Damn it Laszlo,” you father snapped, “If our daughter’s reputation is at risk the least you can do is tell us.”
“Dear,” you mother whispered, “Language, please.”
“It’s nothing serious,” said Kreizler, “Just idle rumours by people who don’t know anything about your family.”
“Idle rumours can still spread,” muttered your father, “We need to do something.”
“Father,” you said quietly, “I don’t care. I can-“
“Think about us,” said your mother, “Think about what this could do to us!”
“Right,” you father stood up and poured himself a large glass of whiskey, “I’ll send a telegram back to England I’m sure there is someone who can take y/n off our hands.”
“Wait,” you said desperately, “You do mean to force me to marry someone I don’t even know.”
“It’s for the best,” your father said sadly, “Don’t worry, we’ll ensure that he is respectable and from a good family. You’ll be looked after.”
“I can go back to my aunt,” you said standing up and moving next to him, “Live with her. No one will question it.”
“I’m afraid,” Kreizler said quietly, “It might be too late and if I might be so bold, I have a suggestion.”
“Yes Laszlo?” said your father
Kreizler stood up and walked behind you. He put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. You flinched at his touch but your father didn’t notice. He looked between you and Kreizler before sighing.
“I’m grateful you informed us before it was too late.“ he said
“We both are.” Said your mother rushing to join his side
“I’ll start the preparations.”
“What,” you cried, “No. No, you can’t expect me to marry him. I don’t want to get married.”
“You have no choice,” said your father, “And please, be quiet. I think you’ve done quite enough damage to this family already.”
He didn’t bother looking at you as he left the room. Your mother gave you a sad smile as she followed him, leaving you alone with Doctor Kreizler. Kreizler leant closer and brushed his lips against your cheek. You shuddered at the intimate action as he said,
“See how easy it was for me to get into their minds. Don’t worry, under my care you’ll be well looked after, Mrs. Kreizler.”
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Would you consider Laszlo + 4 or 19 for the angsty kiss prompts? 😬👉👈
4 or 19? Why not BOTH?
Warnings: lot of blood, mental and physical abuse and mention of rape
“Push!” The nurse shouted at you as you screamed in your bed, there wasn’t time to bring you to the hospital when the contractions begun. You whimpered and kicked as nothing prepared you to the pain you were witnessing now and the vile woman pushing her body weight on one of your legs.
“Please, please, I can’t anymore” you groaned in exhaustion, your mind dizzy, your strengths were leaving you.
“You are a terrible mother, you care nothing about your child” the doctor scolded you harshly, you trembled as tears rolled down your cheeks, you screamed and cried like a wounded animal as they commented on you like that.
“She is not ready, she can’t do it” the nurse said to the doctor.
You trembled, hair sticking on your forehead because of the sweat, were you failing your baby already? Only the thought pained you and made you wish to die, die before failing the baby and your husband in an irreversible way.
“Fathers should be outside” the doctor growled as the door slammed open.
“You open your mouth one more time” a walking stick pressing on the doctor’s neck, a warning.
“Laszlo” you called as you recognised the voice, your eyes barely open as he kneeled beside you, you felt his cold hand on you
“I am here szerelmem, I am here” he whispered kissing your tears covered lips.
“Laszlo I can’t” you whimpered
“You do, you can, listen to me” he whispered softly as he pushed a pillow more on your back as he leaned beside you.
“No, no the doctor said…. I can’t fail our baby, I cannot, I don’t want to..I-I”
“Listen to me, I am the only doctor you listen to”
You nod lightly.
“Go on, breathe in, feel the air inside, follow my voice, you’ll be such an amazing mother, our child will be so lucky, I will be jealous of all that love. You will be the most amazing nurturer, I know, I have seen you, I know our baby will be perfect and healthy and happy. And I promise I will teach the piano, I swear, I know I said I won’t but I will. I will bring you two to the countryside for the weekend, and when the baby will be old enough, we will travel to Europe, I will show you Paris and London and Wien”
You felt his hand move between your legs with a gasp of the nurse blaming the doctor to allow this.
“Think of how happy we will be, I want to see you smile, I am sure our baby will have your smile”
“And your scrunchy nose” you whimper among tears
“And my scrunchy nose” he assures “Now breath in, you can feel my hand, I am here with you, now let out the air and push”
You obeyed, quietly, the pain still there but you tried to focus on those beautiful images he gave you.
“Good, one more” he whispered against your temple and you groaned and you felt the baby actually starting to move.
“I can feel it, I feel the head, my god our baby had to be born with so much hair” he chuckled making you giggle among the tears as you breathed in.
“Damn”
“Don’t stop my love, do it once more, once more for me, but strong”
You took all the air your lungs would allow, his right hand resting aimlessly on your arm was also giving you comfort as you gave in some strong pushes and a cry raised to fill the room.
“Oh my god” you groaned as you collapsed down on the pillows absolutely ruined.
The doctor quickly cut the chord and the nurse wrapped up the baby in a towel but Laszlo wanted it immediately throwing away the towel, his shirt getting dirty of blood, his left hand already bloody from helping you.
“Look szerelmem, look”
You whimpered as you smiled but words were way past you as you leaned your lips on the baby’s forehead covering it in kisses no matter the bloody dirt, before Laszlo gently guided the baby on your exposed chest. Blood stain wasn’t even considered a minor damage here.
“I told you” he said proudly
You smiled as he leaned in and kissed your lips dirty of your own blood, the same blood that stained his.
“You’re my father, you are the person I love the most, you’re the kindest and truest gentleman int he world” you answer eagerly.
“Why are we talking?”
“Because, I am ashamed, because I asked doctor Kreizler to help me after I gave in before my marriage to the man I love”
“You love only Laszlo Kreizler, don’t you?”
“No, he is my doctor, he helps me with my guilt feelings, I love Theodore”
“Wrong. you won’t meet Theodore Roosevelt anymore, he hurt you, he insulted your kind soul and your body with false promises and vain talks convincing you he meant more. He is into another woman, a woman expecting his baby”
“He didn’t”
“Of course he did, don’t you remember? I told you, you’re too scared to remember but your father knows better, I know the only man that can protect you is the Doctor. Theodore betrayed you with many women and with Sara Howard, you’re alone in this world”
“I don’t want to be alone”
“Who can help you then?”
“Dr Kreizler”
“Exactly, you will be with him, you’ll be safe, you will love him and be round of his children. Do you love him?”
“I do” you said immediately
You listened as those words shaped inside you, the images taking control of you, your father with his grey hair and kind smile looking at you from his standing position, his pocket watch resting in his hand. He wants your best, he always did, he only advised you in the best way through all your life.
“You never wanted Theodore Roosvelt, he raped you, he never loved you, Dr Kreizler is the only man for you”
You nod as tears started to fall on your cheeks as that rape happened in your mind, just as your father run through the shameful details of it, of how Theodore did this and touched you like that and made you a shameful woman and unworthy of any honest man for his sole pleasure.
“But, will Dr Kreizler love a woman like me?”
“If you are the best wife you can be, he will” he said with a smile “and I know you’re the best girl”
You smiled brightly, the fear being slowly calmed by hope.
“Now bit your lip and don’t stop until it is bleeding”
The request coming from afar, ringing a bell in your mind so you did, you bit it hard until blood was streaming down your bottom lip.
“Good, now you will wake up and you’ll feel safe”
You cried as your mind was crowded by horrible memories.
You opened your eyes, the hypnosis grieving over your spirit, terrible memories mixed up with made up truths that the doctor sapiently put in your mind, you looked up as Dr Kreizler stood in front of you. His comforting smile welcomed you “welcome back my dear, you had quite of a time to wake up, I was afraid I’d didn’t see your smile again” he said lovingly caressing your sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. “What did you remember my dear?” He asked you looking down at your broken lip and steaming tears “you were so scared, look what you did”
You trembled, as he came closer to touch your lips you hugged him pulling him against your sitting figure pressing your lips against his desperately. You were unable to confront him with the memory of a shameful rape that never happened as he moved his arms around you.
“I am sorry, I just, I remembered something”
“You’re safe” he assure you wrapping his left arm around you letting you rest against his warm chest “whatever happened, you’re safe with me”
Dark!Lazlo inspecting your pregnant body 👀 He’d spent months keeping you locked up and bred so he could get you to your current state.
He runs a few tests on just how much your body had changed. To you it’s a form of humiliation. A sign of defeat. To him however, it’s a sign of victory. He had finally succeeded. His seed had finally been taken.
Seeing you swollen with his child(ren) only feeds into his ego. He could get used to you like this. Barefoot and vulnerable. To rely solely on him and him alone.
*sigh* as many things with dr. kreizler, he would approach it initially with (what seems to be) total professionalism. he says it’s to study the female body, because, as you surely know, there aren’t a lot of studies done on the female body. he convinces you that you’d be a pioneer of medicine and that you’d be revered in the field as a figurehead, as someone who was dedicated to research that you put your own body on the line for it. you’d have to say yes.
but, as he’s massaging your breasts and pushing his fingers into you, you slowly come to understand what his real motivation was. you should have known from the very beginning: he had fucked you. he didn’t artificially inseminate you, like he said he would. he got you on that exam table and fucked you until he came inside you, and then sat down and took meticulous notes on your body’s initial response to his “injection” (as he calls it).
now, you can’t even go out in public without hearing whispers about how you’re just “that alienist’s experiment”. once, you even heard captain conner call you “kreizler’s bitch”. but now that you have this reputation with the new york upper class, there’s nothing for you to do but run back into laszlo’s arms.
when you finally give birth, laszlo says that the study failed to show conclusive results. you don’t understand how, and he says that he couldn’t possibly explain it to you. a lot of moving parts, he says. it’s complicated, and you need rest. maybe he’ll tell you tomorrow. but tomorrow never comes. he never explains why the first trial failed, not even when he’s prepping for the second trial. and it slowly dawns on you that you’ll never know what would make the trial yield successful results, because there is no trial. there is no study or experiment. it was all a ploy so that laszlo would be guaranteed to be a father.
Dark!(No Holding Back) Laszlo and 33? "Good girls belong on their knees."? I have a feeling Laszlo has the deepest dark capacity of all the Danny Bunch
Oh I agree! Not only are you up against a man who knows how to get into your head, you also have the period typical attitudes that come from the 19th Centure.
I love writing for 'The Alienist' and I hope you all enjoy!
Title: Good Girl
Warnings: period typical attitudes, non con, dark fic, manipulation, coercion
Daniel Brühl tag list: @anteroom-of-death
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou
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You winced as a strong hand clapped onto your shoulder. You winced as fingers curled against your muscle but you didn’t dare turn around. You heard the man behind you sigh as his hand glided to your chin and tilted it back. You were forced to look into Laszlo’s deep, expressive eyes. Once they had locked with yours you knew he had you. You were trapped under his gaze.
It was moments like these that you hated. The disappointment in Laszlo’s eyes as he let go of your chin and walked around his desk. He sighed heavily as he sat down. Once again he looked before sighing and shaking his head. You shifted in your seat as you opened your mouth to speak but one look for Laszlo caused you to close it immediately. The two of say in awkward silence and you looked at your hands as you picked at your nails in nervousness. Eventually Laszlo said,
“I took a big risk taking you on as an assistant. Not many people would be so willing to accept a woman as part of their team.”
“I understand but-“
“I haven’t finished talking,” he said harshly, “I am aware that you might not be taken as seriously as myself or any of my colleagues. However,” his glare hardened, “Your outburst this evening was uncalled for.”
“He called me your whore,” you snapped suddenly standing up, “After all this time working for you and people still refuse to see anything past my gender. I know that I’m far more intelligent than any of those people out there but I’m still treated as something lesser. I don’t want people to think that I got to my position by warming your bed.”
Laszlo remained silent after you had finished speaking, instead he just raised an eyebrow. You took deep gulps of air as you tried to calm your racing heart. You wiped a tear away angrily, frustrated that you were getting so emotional in front of your employer.
“Finished?” asked Laszlo eventually
“Finished?” you could hear the crack in your voice, “Finished! Do you really think that this is all I have to say about this matter!”
“I think that you are finished.” Laszlo said in the same calm tone of voice
“Don’t tell me when I am finished!”
“I said,” Laszlo stood up slowly, “You are finished.”
You had never heard that tone of voice on Laszlo before. Dark, heavy and commanding. He had always talked to you as his equal. However, this was the tone that husbands used when they believed that their wives were ‘acting out of order’. You recoiled as Laszlo put his hands on his desk and looked at you.
“Do you know why I allowed you to be my assistant?”
“Because you respected my intelligence?”
“You are intelligent,” Laszlo agreed, “And you are smart enough to know when to be a good girl.”
“Good girl?”
An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Laszlo nodded as he made his way around his desk and locked his door. You spun around but Laszlo was quicker. Swiftly he marched towards you and grabbed your arm. He dragged you around his side of the desk and as he sat down he pulled you into his lap. You tried to stand up but he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and tightly gripped your waist. You winced at the pain and reluctantly stopped moving. Laszlo smiled at you but there was no warmth behind it.
“So this is what it takes to make you behave,” he said, “Just for me to raise my voice. If only I had known it would be the easy when I first met you.”
“What does that mean?” you asked quietly
“I’ll admit,” Laszlo said, “You intelligence and free spirit was put of what drew me to you. But then you posed to be a challenge. You are unlike most other women of your standing and I wanted to see what would make you revert back into one. A docile woman that I assume your parents wanted you to be. All it took was to put you in a situation with my colleagues and to act dominating for all those morals to disappear. Let me guess, I reminded you of your father.”
“Stop.” You said weakly
“He had your whole life planned out. Where you’d be educated. How long that education would last for. Who you would marry.”
“Please stop.”
“And yet you disappointed him. You didn’t marry the man he wanted you to. You failed to have children and continue his bloodline. Instead you ran to me a cripple, a foreigner (although a wealthy one so your father wasn’t too angry) and insisted of having a career. You continued to be a disappointment to him instead of being the good girl you tried so hard to be.”
“No!” you cried, “No! I have been good! I was a good girl. I… I am a good girl.”
You let out a sob as you buried your head against Laszlo chest. Laszlo removed his arm from around your waist a gently stroked the back of your head. You continued to sob into his chest until there was no more tears left. When he had felt you had calmed down enough Laszlo said,
“I know you’re a good girl. You’ve been so good to me in the past. However,” he moved your chin so you were looking into his eyes, “Good girls belong on their knees.”
You were moved off of Laszlo’s lap and before you knew it you were kneeling between his legs. You looked up at him as he brushed his thumb over your lips.
“Now be good to me,” he said, “And maybe I’ll see to it that you will win the approval that you so desperately crave. I’m sure your father will be pleased with the wealthy marriage that you managed to secure.”
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Hey, I LOVE your dark Laszlo fics!!! 😍 Could I request something similar to the last one you did where he essentially baby-traps the reader into marrying him?
Thank you so much! I love writing for The Alienist and I hope you like this fic!
Title: Willingness
Warnings: dark, forced marriage, referenced non con, forced pregnancy
Daniel Brühl tag list: @anteroom-of-death
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou
Everyone had agreed that the ceremony was lovely. You looked stunning, the food was delicious, the wine wonderful and the ceremony itself was very emotional. There wasn’t a dry eye in the church as the guests noticed how emotional you were. Soft whispers about how lucky you were to be marrying such a caring man.
Oh, if only they had known the real reason for your tears.
You brushed down you white wedding dress and couldn’t help but smile bitterly at the irony. Your parents had forced you into the dress. They didn’t want anyone be know the true reason for your rather sudden seeming marriage. You look over your shoulder when you heard the door open and shut behind you and your husband looked up and down.
“You look beautiful,” Laszlo said as he slowly approached you, “Absolutely stunning.”
You didn’t answer him and he stopped directly behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him as he settled a hand on your stomach.
“And finally you are all mine.” He said as he pressed a kiss against the side of your neck
“But not by choice.”
The words were out of your mouth before you knew it and you closed your eyes. The atmosphere in the room became icily tense and you felt Laszlo stiffen behind you.
“Care to explain?” he asked eventually
“I’m tired,” you said, “I’m not thinking clearly. I want to go to bed.”
“As much as I desire to see you in my bed again I would prefer for you to tell me the meaning behind your words.”
“I don’t-“
“I am your husband and you will do as I say.”
Your eyes met his in the glass and you knew that there would be no escape.
“I didn’t want this.”
“Marriage? It’s expected of you.”
“Marriage to you.”
If it was possible the tension thickened. Laszlo rested his chin against your shoulder and you wished you had the strength to look away.
“And what did you expect me to do,” Laszlo replied softly, “To leave you and my child? What would happen to you then? You’d be a ruined woman and nobody would want you. Do you really think your parents would want to let remain with them and let you continue to ruin their reputation. I saved you. Besides,” his lips grazed your cheek, “If you had let me court you properly none of this would’ve happened. Did you really that I wanted to force myself on you?”
“You didn’t seem to have an issues with it.”
Tears fell down your face and Laszlo reached around and brushed them away.
“As far as I remember you seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”
“I did not!”
“The way you clenched around my cock as you came would say otherwise.”
Suddenly you were spun around and pressed against the glass. Laszlo pinned you against the mirror with his body and he said,
“And now we are husband and wife I intend to once again have you in my bed. Now, are you going to come willingly or will I have to repeat what occurred the other month? The choice, Mrs. Kreizler, is yours.”
"i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much." with dark! Laszlo! I miss him and the patient from Unwanted Attention and What the Doctor wants!!💜💗
Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing those and I hope you enjoy this!
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Warnings: dark fic
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou
A surprisingly soft hand ran itself through your hair. You shuddered at the level of intimacy between you and Laszlo, only reserved for the privacy of his study. He let a strand of hair fall between his fingers as he let out a soft sigh.
“You’re back.” He said
“Not by choice,” you said sharply, “My children-“
Laszlo made a disapproving noise but you said firmly,
“My parents, my husbands are concerned about my children.”
“And?”
“And,” you took a deep breath before continuing, “They are insisting that they send them here.”
“It’ll be for the best.”
“There is nothing wrong with my children!”
You stood up sharply and spun around. You didn’t realise you how close Laszlo was standing behind you until you came chest to chest with him. His gaze softened and he raised a hand and brushed his fingers along your cheek.
“Then why is everyone telling you there is?” he asked, “Everyone can see it apart from you.”
“It’s you,” you hissed, “You’ve been manipulating them.”
“Really.”
“Yes,” you said desperately, “I know my children better than anyone.”
“Then maybe,” his hands moved to cup your cheeks, “There’s something wrong with you.”
“Wh… what?”
Laszlo tilted your head and forced you to look into his eyes. The deep brown almost hypnotic gaze that locked you in. You wanted to look away, to run back to the comforting embrace of your husband, but instead you were here.
“You can’t see how disturbed they are,” he said, “How they will benefit from being here, with me, with their father. Children need the care of both parents and together we can help them.”
“I’m not ill.”
“I find broken things interesting. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”
“I’m definitely not broken!”
Laszlo leant closer and you felt his breath ghost over your face. Part of you wanted to lean in, to feel his lips press against yours once again. To feel the passion poured into that one action as he wrapped his arms around you. You loved your husband, of course you did, but Laszlo gave you the burning affection that your husband felt too uncomfortable or was unable to give you.
And how much you wanted it scared you. You hated how you had stumbled into Laszlo’s web and now he was never going to let you go. Not while the children he fathered was so close by. He wanted them, he wanted you, and right now he had you exactly where he wanted you.
“You future depends on me,” he continued softly, “You know what I want. I want you, our children, we can be happy. Your husband cannot provide for you what you crave.”
“I don’t care about that.”
There was a beat of silence before Laszlo said coldly,
“I would advise you to be careful what you say to me. I would hate to see you locked away from society. Having everyone you care about believe you to be a madwoman. Never to see your children again.”
You froze at his words as Laszlo gave you an icy smile. He leant closer and his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he said,
“I have the power to control what will happen to you. So will you be good for me or will you continue to resist and leave your children without a mother and in my capable hands?”
Because my dark!laszlo fic is becoming much longer than I originally thought, have a little teaser for it!
Warnings: coercion, manipulation, use of google translate because (unfortunately) I can only speak one language,
You whimpered into the passionate kiss as Doctor Kreizler pulled you closer against him. You were sitting on his lap and your hands tightened their grip on the lapels of his coat as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You gasped as you felt his arousal press against you and you swiftly broke the kiss. Doctor Kreizler frowned at your sudden action and you looked away blushing.
“Doc-“
“Laszlo.” He corrected firmly
“Laszlo,” you said, “This isn’t… I shouldn’t be… I should leave.”
“Why?”
“This isn’t right.”
“Why not?”
“I need to leave.”
You tried to stand but before you could rise to your feet Laszlo had pulled you back against his chest. He pressed a trail of kisses down your neck and you squirmed at the foreign sensation. It amazed you whenever you were reminded just how strong he was, even with one fully working arm.
“You don’t really want to do that.” He whispered against your neck
“I do.”
“Then why did you come into my office? You must’ve known what I wanted to do.”
“You said you needed help.”
“And I do.”
He gently thrust against you causing you to whimper again. You felt him smile against your neck and he spun you around. Your hair was coming out of its bun and he reached up to pull it free.
“Haven’t I done so much for you?” he asked
“Yes.”
“Helped you get away from your family.”
“Yes.”
“Helped you with your education.”
“True but-“
“Don’t interrupt,” he said harshly, “Given you a safe space to live. I’m even teaching you another language when I could be doing other important that that could better the lives of so many people.”
Your shoulder slumped as you swallowed thickly and nodded. Doctor Kreizler had been so kind and generous to you.
“Also warum gehst du nicht auf die Knie und lutscht meinen Schwanz?”
“Wh… what?” you asked
You felt your blush deepen. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that you got flustered whenever Doctor Kreizler spoke to you in his native language. He smiled sharply at you and said,
“It seems that I still have much to teach you.”
“Sorry, Laszlo.”
“I just want to be able to relax with you,” Doctor Kreizler brushed his cheek against yours, “Is that so much to ask?”
“No Laszlo.”
“Good girl.”
“What do you want me to do?”
He smiled as he pressed his thumb against your lips. Instinctively you opened your mouth for him and he slipped his thumb in. He pressed his thumb against your tongue as he whispered,
“Ich glaube du kennst meine schlaue Hure.”
You gave him another confused look and he sighed before gently pushing you off his lap. He pressed down on your shoulder and you feel to your knees. A look of realisation passed over your face and Doctor Kreizler leant forward. He grasped your chin in his hand as he whispered,
