#laszlo kreisler

[kyo-gen]

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #photos #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #laszlo #laszlo kreisler #alex kerner #niki lauda #alex garel #sebastian zöllner #tony balerdi #andrea marowski

[r-redex]

possibly controversial take but Laszlo was completely within his right to be angry as he was with Sara. Like, okay hitting people is Wrong and all that, but how it was presented in the show made her seem more like a victim, and given her prying into his disability and the way she treated him over it, she really wasn’t on the right side of that one

#the alienist spoilers #the alienist show #laszlo kreisler #sara howard

[gaypirate420]

Listen mates,

I like The Alienist but as a trans person the first season of the tv adaptation does make me a bit ummmm uncomfortable.

And I felt this way since first I saw it.

Period drama, lgbt horror, damn sounds good, refreshing even. Criminal Minds gone 19 century and gay(er).

That's what I thought seeing the first minutes of episode one.

But no, unfortunately it does end up being bad representation and just feels wrong. I dare to say that it falls in homophobia and transphobia.

It makes me a bit sick.

I still like the show but I can't shake up that feeling when watching the first season.

But that is my experience, feel free to tell me yours bc I'm really intrigued on the queer perspective on the show but I cannot find shit on the internet.

(I haven't read the books yet so maybe it's only a problem from the adaptation and not the series in general but who knows.)

#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #john moore #period drama #laszlo kreisler x reader #dr laszlo kreizler #sara howard #lgbt #tw: homophobia #tw: transphobia #trans

[orions-quiver]

Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

#daniel bruhl #the danny bunch #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #niki lauda #rush #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #boyfriend scenario

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Gif source:  Here

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

[evilwinterfruit]

People You'd Like To Get to Know Better

I got double-teamed by @illicien and @deepdwellingsteamboat for this. Nothing better than being double-teamed by Daniel Brühl fans.

Three ships: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo, Laszlo Kreisler/Wartime Bucky Barnes and Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson/Helmut Zemo. I’m in deep with the brainrot.

First ship: Hah. I remember this actually. I was shipping Velma/Daphne from Scooby Doo before I knew what shipping was.

Last song: Dreaming by Marshmello, Pink and Sting.

Last film: Cargo. No I will not explain myself.

Currently reading: fanfiction. Always.

Currently craving: frozen lychees. It’s hot and they are delicious.

Favourite colour: Purple.

Last thing googled: Turkish Delight Alcohol. I found Turkish delight mead and I’m very pleased.

Current obsession: Daniel Brühl, in every way.

Tagging: @six-demon-bag @descaladumidera @bicycleonfire @hypnxrchy @bicycleonfire

#tag game

[lavieaquatique]

happy daniel day !! ༉‧˚

to celebrate the bday of our fav german-spanish actor of all time

lemme assign you a dream daddy based on your fav daniel character

bc daniel is daddy material and so are his roles

thomas lang

do i even need to add anything ?? the daddiest™️ plus honey i think you should stop falling for toxic men: you aren’t bob the builder you CAN’T fix them

baron zemo

the fanciest. also you have a competence kink but seen zemo who wouldn’t-

laszlo kreisler

lethal both bc of his looks and the fact he’s a magnet for psychopaths but im sure you love a good thrill ;)

álex garel

is your love language making playlist ?? bc it sure is alex’s anyway you’re too good for this world like literally i will protect you with my entire being

tony balerdi

you have ✨taste✨ never let people tell you otherwise ah also how is it going with your daddy issues??

marko stemper

full daddy material can't argue also why do you like bruised men this much ?? is it bc you want to take care of someone the way you’d like others to take care of you ?? key word: therapy

#happy birthday daniel #i hope he's celebrating with his freinds and coworkers !! #also he's in sanremo so party on the beach #i mean i love that for him #bestest boy #a ray of sunshine #the way he deserves this ENTIRE world oof #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #dream daddy #i should be studying but this post was of the UTTERMOST importance #also this is stupid so in case don't take it too personally ?? #i called out myself a lot while making this #baron zemo #thomas lang #tony balerdi #marko stemper #alex garel #laszlo kreizler #happy daniel day

[wambsgender]

my friend and i have developed a really important headcanon about laszlo kreisler from the alienist which is that he earnestly believes every single day is his birthday. he treats himself to a nice birthday lunch every day of the week. he bribes the waiters into bringing him a birthday cake complete with the song. every single time. whenever something inconvenient or upsetting happens he's like damn. And on my birthday as well :/

#the alienist

[mustyrosewater]

y’all better go read good dr kreizler by @creme-bruhlee because it’s currently one of my favourite running laszlo fics

the cover pictures above was made by me and i’m thinking about making more covers

lemme know if that’s something y’all wanna see

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #baron zemo #daniel bruhl x reader #laszlo kreisler #laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist #good dr kreizler #the good doctor kreizler

[i-am-dead-inside-666]

Not me literally drooling over Laszlo.

(I wasn’t going to say this but like I actually drooled)

#daniel brühl #he’s so precious #he’s so pretty #Laszlo #Laszlo Kreisler #I am not ashamed to admit this #but I am #omg he’s so hot

[kyo-gen]

daniel brühl icons

sebastian zöllner (me and kaminski), istván thurzó (the countess), david kern (lila, lila), álex garel (eva), hubertus czernin (woman in gold), jan (the edukators), andrea marowski (ladies in lavender), daniel (colonia), laszlo kreizler (the alienist)

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #sebastian zöllner #istván thurzó #david kern #álex garel #hubertus czernin #jan #andrea marowski #daniel #laszlo kreisler #danielbrühledit #me and kaminski #the countess #lila lila #eva #woman in gold #the edukators #ladies in lavender #colonia #the alienist #icons #daniel brühl icons #tvedit #movieedit #filmedit

[writingandmore]

I‘d love something with Laszlo Kreizler x reader where they get introduced and maybe the group has dinner together and they just hit it off and he falls for reader or something like that? I‘d be forever grateful for anything! <3

 -When first meeting, especially if it’s at something more formal like a dinner, Laszlo would be exceedingly polite. I can imagine him striking up polite conversation if he’s immediately interested in person, but he’d stick to safe, benign topics as to not overwhelm them. 

 - If they brought up his profession and interests on their own, however, he’d be more open to talking to them about things that actually interest him. Of course, he wouldn’t ever do anything like discuss his client’s personal data, but he’d certainly be willing to talk about general theories and research he’s done. 

 -If this person shows compassion, understanding, and empathy for those he works with, he’d want to see them again. However, he can be quite reclusive, so I find it hard to believe he would ask them outright. He may as his other friends who were at the dinner where this person frequents in town, so he may have the chance of running into them and continuing the conversation that way. 

 -The other person would definitely have to make the first move-while he can be confident and is a brilliant person, he has no experience with relationships, and he wouldn’t want to hurt his future partner in any way. Even if they ask first, he might take a while to respond, even though he wants to say yes. 

 - In any other circumstance, I would say checking back in with someone before they’ve accepted being in a relationship with you may be too pushy, but for Laszlow specifically, his future partner would most likely have to in order to get him to open up and talk about why he’s hesitating. 

 -Hopefully, after talking things through with him and reassuring him that they will try their best to not be put in harm’s way during any of his investigations, he would be more open to a relationship with the person he loves. It may take awhile, but once he’s open to the idea, his partner would have a very affection (albeit a bit awkward) caring, and loving partner in his own ways. 

#liebe-ist-ein-wildes-tier #laszlo kreisler x reader #laszlo kreisler #the alienist imagine #The Alienist

[reinekes-fox]

So I just got the book for the TV Series The Alienist in the mail today!

Funnily enough I looked that book up a few years ago, for a project on Paresis Hall (that didnt work out in the end) and then totally forgot it.

And I must say I like it better than the series.

Sara is even cooler, the book is also (in my opinion) at least a little bit funnier.

I am not finished yet, but managed to read over the half of it in a few hours, so I hope I can finish it tomorrow!

#the alienist #caleb carr #book #tv series #laszlo kreisler #sara howard #john moore

[orions-quiver]

Daniel Characters I Write For

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Alexander Kerner (Good Bye, Lenin!)

Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender)

Checo (Paradise Mall)

Dirk (All Together)

Erik Jan Hanussen (The King's Man)

Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

Father Antonio (Intruders)

Fredrick Zoller (Inglourious Basterds)

Helmut Zemo (Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier)

István Thurzó (The Countess)

Jan Weingartner (The Edukators)

Laszlo Kreisler (The Alienst)

Niki Lauda (Rush)

Paul Krantz (Love in Thoughts)

Tony Belardi (Burnt)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

List is subject to change as I consume every film and television show that Daniel is in that I possibly can. Requests are open, just send an ask! They can be a full fic, some Danny Bunch headcanons, or even individual headcanons! I also write any genre with any form of reader (male, female, gnc, gender neutral, trans, ect)! Just let me know for anything specific!

#daniel bruhl #alex kerner #helmut zemo #erik jan hanussen #ernst schmidt #paul krantz #fredrick zoller #daniel brühl #alex kerner x reader #helmut zemo x reader #erik jan hanussen x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #istvan thurzo #the countess #ca:cw #captain america: civil war #andrea marowski #andrea marowski x reader #ladies in lavender #the danny bunch #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist #dirk #all together #checo #paradise mall #father antonio #intruder #tony belardi

[jollyhaunt]

"Since it's impossible to know which part of my life is the middle, I've decided to have an ongoing crisis"

- Laszlo Kreizler at some point

#the alienist #alienist #laszlo kreisler #incorrect the alienist quotes #incorrect quotes the alienist #incorrect quotes #my boy is a mess #everyone is a mess #protect them

[starlightsearches]

9, 17, 20 and 38 from the smut prompts with laszlo?? I’m sorry if that’s too many, they’re just sooo good!!

Feel Me

Wowowowow friend, those are some excellent choices! I tried to work them all in here for you, but I did have to edit a couple of them to keep the flow. Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 🥰

9 / 17 / 20 / 38 from the Smut Prompt List

Laszlo Kreizler x femme! reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only), kind of dark! laszlo, soft dom! laszlo, gendered terms for the reader, vaginal fingering, infidelity, inexperienced reader, shame, period-typical sexism, mentions of bad sex, inappropriate power dynamics (doctor/patient), i don't know how victorian undergarments are supposed to work, maybe it's a little ooc? I have no idea. Let me know if I missed anything!

Dr. Kreizler has his face between your legs.

With you skirt pulled up over your knees, his breath brushes against your parted thighs and your face burns with shame. You're not bare—your dress still offers plenty of coverage—but without your undergarments you might as well be nude.

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes; you just barely resist the urge to force your legs closed, shutting out him and this soulless exam room and the knowledge that you're sitting here, waiting for a man who is not your husband to look at the most sensitive part of you and tell you exactly why you're broken.

"And when did the problems start?" he asks, standing. You relax your legs, pushing your skirt back down over your ankles.

"Since we've been married," you tell him. Dr. Kreizler strolls leisurely around the exam table, but you keep your eyes in your lap.

Your husband has been very patient with you, even after six months of marriage, yet every night is still an exercise in embarrassment. He’s become tired of you trying and failing to feel something, to react to your his hands the way you should, instead of counting your breaths and waiting for it to be over.

And who could blame him?

"There's been no improvement?"

You shake your head, unable to speak past tears pooling in your lashes.

His hand rests on your shoulder, thumb stroking softly over the juncture of your neck—a comforting gesture that still manages to put you on edge, setting your skin alight beneath the sleeve of your dress.

"I'd like to try something else," he says, voice always smooth, like a rich piece of chocolate, or velvet under your fingers, "I want you to tell me how it feels when I rest my hand in different places on your body. Can you do that for me?"

Your heartbeat quickens, but you nod. Dr. Kreizler would never hurt you.

"How does this feel?" he asks, and he shifts his thumb higher, until he reaches skin, and your pulse thrums beneath the press of his finger.

"It feels . . . alright."

He nods, stepping around to the other side, letting his hand trail down over your sleeve, until his palm is covering the back of your hand.

"And this?"

His eyes are on the spot where your hands meet, so analytical as he observes the contact, but your eyes are on him.

He has such a handsome face. You've always thought so, since the day your husband introduced you—the handsome, lonely Dr. Kreizler with his soft eyes and penchant for the opera. And you loved your husband—of course you did—but there were still times when you'd find the doctor's eyes on you across a crowded dining room or party, and the electric feeling of his notice would stay with you long after you and your husband had retired for the evening.

"Fine."

It feels better than fine, the slightest chill traveling across your skin as he strokes the tip of his finger over the ridges in your knuckles, the delicate bones on the inside of your wrist.

He hums in casual response. "Is it good when I touch you here?"

He presses his hand against your stomach, with more force than the other touches, just below the swell of your breast. The weight is pleasant, and the proximity even more so, his face much closer than before, eyes cataloguing each subtle shift in your expression.

"It is."

His gaze flashes to your lips before meeting your eyes again. A single strand of hair falls across his forehead, just brushing the tip of his nose.

"And what about," he leans in, closer still, hot breath caressing your cheek, "this."

His hand slips between your thighs, bunching the fabric of your dress against your bare cunt.

"Dr. Kreizler," your hand grips his wrist, but you're unsure what to do once with it once it's there. You could—should—push him away, but the pressure is surprising, and the slight shift of his fingers and the ripples they send through the fabric feels . . . good.

He hushes you with a stern glare, making no effort to remove his hand, grip like iron compared to your own.

"Laszlo. You'll call me Laszlo in private."

"Laszlo," you correct yourself without a thought, "my husband, he'll—"

"Your husband," he spits the word with an uncanny venom, grinding the heel of his hand more forcefully against the sensitive spot between your thighs," is a fool—blaming his inadequacies in sex on an undeserving wife. He sent you to me because he believes you cannot feel his pawing hands and pathetic thrusts, but you can feel, leibling, just as well as any woman. You can feel me."

He's right. You can.

He has such talented fingers—hands that would be right at home on piano prodigy—coaxing a sinful heat in your core despite the layers of fabric.

“How does this feel, leibling? Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels—“

How does feel? It's wholly unfamiliar—the desperate shift of your hips against his hand, the pleasant fog at the corners of your vision and the edges of your mind. It feels like everything you've ever wanted, like the long-awaited opening of a maddeningly locked door.

"I— Laszlo, I need more."

He leans in closer, close enough that his lips almost brush yours, and for a moment you think he might kiss you. You hope he might kiss you.

"Lift up your skirt," he whispers instead.

You have the hem in your hands a moment later, raising it eagerly until your balled fists rest in the middle of your thighs, and your momentum fails. Despite everything you've already done, there's no getting past this indecency on your own.

"So shy, now, schatz? Moments ago you were humping my hand and now this is all you can give me? Perhaps I should inform your idiotic husband that no more treatment will be necessary. Perhaps, you've already been cured. Would you like to go back to him so soon, pet?"

"No," panic flares, and the hem of your dress bares another inch of your skin, but it's the warmth of his hand on your thigh that convinces you to lift it the rest of the way, lifting your hips out of the seat, flinching at the cold material of the exam table against your bare ass.

"Good girl," he coos, taking your chin between his fingers, "now, kiss me properly."

Your lips part, and his eyes are still open when he presses a gentle peck to your lips, closing them only when you kiss him back.

Oh my. It's nothing like any kiss you've had, in your limited experience. The chaste kisses you shared with your husband after your engagement had their own kind of thrill—the thrill of an imagined fairy tale, of a promised happily ever after. The naïeveté wore off rather quickly, after your failure to perform your other wifely duties.

Kissing Laszlo isn't like that at all. There's a quiet passion behind tender movement of his lips, not out of duty, but desire. His hand cups you, without force but still secure, determined to keep you against him as long as you'll let him.

Your eyes don't open automatically when you pull back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, and so you don't see the look on his face as he brushes his thumb over your skin, before pressing the tips of his fingers against your parted and swollen lips.

"Open," he comands, and you're so pliant for him, opening wide enough for his fingers to disappear into your wet mouth all the way to the second knuckle before you respond with a soft gag at the pressure.

"I'm sorry, liebling, I'm sorry," he shushes you, so gentle, pulling back just enough to allow your tongue some movement between his digits, "I need my them nice and wet before I tease that aching cunt of yours. Suck on my fingers, now."

You do as he asks, hollowing your cheeks and tightening your lips. You shouldn't be doing this—shouldn't be sinking to such base acts, not when you have a husband at home and a spotless reputation and a last name that everyone in New York knows.

It's no use. You couldn't stop now, not when Laszlo is looking at you with those soft, irreverent eyes. You'd walk through fire if he asked it.

His fingers escape your lips with a soft pop, shiny with spit. You watch his hand disappear between your legs again, and your heart thumps more heavily in your chest. It's getting harder to breathe.

"There we are, liebling," he praises you, stroking your outer folds with his moistened fingers, spreading the slick across your cunt, just barely brushing your clit.

The shock of pleasure jumps through your chest, your back arching slightly off the exam table, lips parting with a violent breath.

Laszlo smirks. "And he thinks you can't feel."

Your husband's mistakes are becoming clearer with each stroke of his fingers—their gentle circles around your tender clit, or the teasing press at your entrance.

"You're getting so wet for me, pet," he comments, stretching your entrance little by little with one circling finger. "I think you're ready for more of me."

You nod, grateful your soft moans are keeping your mouth too busy to beg.

He slips his middle finger inside of you, and it's already a thousand times better than anything you've experienced in your marital bed. The gentle stretch, the way he curves his finger against your tender front wall while his thumb works steadily at your clit—it has you reaching heights you had never thought would be available to you.

"Please, Laszlo, please," you paw at his chest, trying to grab hold of his jacket, looking for leverage, but your hands are weak, your body much too concerned with the rapturous glow overtaking your cunt to function properly.

You'll have to beg then, instead. "Please, kiss me again. Please."

He chuckles, his wrist working more ardently until you can hardly hear him over the wetness between your legs.

"Not yet. I need to see you cum first. I want to watch you unravel for me."

He slips another finger inside of you without ceremony, and your eyes roll back in your head, vision going dark.

The movement of his fingers is nothing short of marvelous, scissoring back and forth, punctuated by the occasional deep thrust that has your hips lifting from the seat and stars in your eyes.

His voice reaches you even in the deepest trenches of your pleasure.

"It's alright, liebling, you can let go. Cum for me."

And you do, sunken beyond a point of return, emerging on the other side in a flare of bright light, the spasming of your cunt sending shards of it through your body with every stroke against your raw and aching clit.

"Look how good you are for me," he whispers, pulling his fingers from your core as the contractions subside, brushing his wet fingers across your hairline.

He kisses you tenderly, his hand—still sticky with your spend—cupping your cheek. Your legs shake from your release, but it would be impossible not to kiss him back.

He pulls away, cleaning his fingers on a nearby cloth before brushing his hair back into place, slipping back into his doctor's persona as easily as he'd slipped out of it.

"Tell your husband that you'll need regular treatment for the foreseeable future. Perhaps once a week."

You nod, pulling your skirt back down into place before you stand from the exam table. You're unsteady on your feet, swaying dangerously, and he takes you with a hand on your arm, pulling you in tight against his chest.

"The next time he touches you, schatz," he says to you, speaking right up against the shell of your ear, and the sin in his words makes you shiver, "make sure you're thinking of me."

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