Can you do headcanons for what would happen after Trigger? Like would Laura avoid talking about what happened or pursue a relationship?
After Trigger Headcanons (Laura Kinney x Reader):
tags: past trauma, talks of performance issues and relationship problems, sex
Laura would definitely avoid talking about what happened
it would take a bit of pursuing on your part for her to start a relationship with you
she would have a lot of doubt about starting a relationship with you and it would take a lot convincing that it's not some trauma related bond between the both of you and that you have genuine feelings for her
she would want to take it very slow and it would take a long time for her to want to be intimate
when you were both ready, she would have some... performance issues
she would be so worried about hurting you again, she wouldn't be able to enjoy it and wouldn't be able to cum
that phase would last awhile, she would keep treating you like you were made of glass during sex, and only cum from jerking herself off after she would give up fucking you
a lot of frustration would build up between the two of you over it
it would take a bit of convincing and reassurance for her to work up to actually fucking you hard in bed
she still starts slow, but once she's worked up, she fucks you exactly the way you'd been missing out on
after the first time, and a ton of reassurance and aftercare, she would mostly move past her reluctance
times when she would still hold back can usually be fixed by a simple plea of "harder" or "faster"
as you move past it together, your relationship would definitely get more serious and official
laura would still occasionally get doubts about your relationship and how it started but she would trust your reassurances when you tell her you love her and never saw her any differently after what happened in the tunnel
A/N: I mentioned it before, but I’ll say it again coz it’s probably necessary; I have not read Laura’s comics in a while. I don’t really have easy access to them rn, so this is mostly based off of vibes and the movies. If she’s ooc, that’s my bad
Also, while Laura and Reader’s ages are never stated in the fic, they are both over 18!
Based off this request
CW: anger, not really at Reader; femdom; Laura is called princess by the Reader, as a power trip for Laura; mentioned stripping; denial of feelings; kissing; grinding; very mild threats; explicit sexual content; smut; facesitting; cunnilingus; oral sex (Laura receiving); mild erotic asphyxiation; Laura speaks Spanish in this (only a little); multiple orgasms; implied overstimulation; fluffy ending; probably ooc Laura
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The moment her bedroom door slams, you know what’s up. What’s coming.
You can hear her footsteps stomping down the hall. You can practically hear her muttered growls, the routine so familiar to you by now.
You’re only a little embarrassed that the sounds get you excited. You can’t really help yourself. You and Laura have been doing this for months now. At some point your body’s gonna get used to the routine.
Your door opens and shuts. You look up, giving her a smile that fades in the force of her expression. She’s pissed today.
“Get on the bed,” she orders, crossing her arms with a scowl. “And no, I don’t wanna talk about it.”
You nod as you obey. “Yes, princess.”
Laura preens at the pet name. It’s her favorite, ever since she watched that silly movie. It’s her thing now; she loves princesses. And every time you two get together, she’s your princess for the night.
But not in the cute way. Oh no. You’re not royalty here as well. You’re the lowly peasant. Her princess title is one of power. And she loves it when you use it.
You get on the bed and get comfy as usual. This time, though, you prop yourself up to watch as she angrily kicks off her training uniform. Clearly something happened during training.
She eyes you crossly but lets you watch. You like watching her. Like seeing your princess strip until she’s bare for you.
She growls a little as she crawls onto the bed. Pushing you down onto your back.
“I don’t like you,” she says bluntly.
“I know.” You smile up at her.
Laura scowls back. “Whatever.”
When she kisses you, it’s full of teeth and tongue. Sharp and sloppy and mean. You revel in it, licking into her mouth as eagerly as she’s licking into yours.
She moans softly, shifting to straddle you. She grinds against you a little, just enough for you to feel how wet she is. It almost makes you smile. Briefly you wonder if she gets turned on by the routine just as you do. If she was already wet before she even opened the door.
Then she pulls back and your train of thought is interrupted. “You’d better make me feel good,” she says, her voice only mildly threatening.
You nod. “Will do, princess.”
Laura smiles at the pet name and moves over you. She’s completely bare to you, nothing separating your mouth and her core except for air.
You’re the one to pull her down. To grip her hips and press her dripping pussy to your greedy mouth. And oh, do you feast.
You lap at her core, dragging your tongue teasingly over her entrance. Making her whimper and grip the headboard of your bed. You love the sounds she makes, especially when she’s all worked up like this.
You flick your tongue against her clit, sucking on it lightly. She curses and growls, squeezing your head with her thighs. You can barely breathe and you’ve never felt better.
You moan against her pussy, slurping up her slick like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. She whines above you as you push your tongue inside her. Your nose nudges against her clit and she grinds against your face.
Laura curses again, crying out your name. You moan in response, fucking her with your tongue. Then you switch it up, going back to teasing her. She snarls, but it turns into a desperate whimper as you suck on her clit again.
You can’t deny this is your favorite part of any day. It’s the sounds she makes, the feel of her squeezing your head, the way you get to run your tongue through her folds and lap up her delicious slick.
You feel dizzy, lightheaded from limited amounts of oxygen you’re getting, but you don’t care. Not when your princess is grinding against your mouth like she’s desperate to get off.
Judging by the whining sounds she’s making, she is desperate. And you love it when she gets like this. You tease her for a little longer, making her curse and whimper and finally order you around.
“Make me cum or I’m never— Mierda!” She cries out as you suck on her clit again, swirling your tongue around it.
This time, you don’t let up and you don’t tease. Not until she’s cumming on your face, soaking your mouth and chin with slick and cum.
You moan, keeping her firmly against you as you greedily clean her up. Even as she squirms and whines above you, you keep her pussy pressed to your face.
She cums again and you finally let her go.
She rolls off you with a moan, collapsing next to you on the bed. She mutters something in Spanish that sounds halfway between praise and a curse. You laugh and pull her against you.
She nuzzles into your body, fitting herself against you. “Still don’t like you,” she mutters.
You smile. “I know, princess.”
She doesn’t pull away like usual. Instead, she nuzzles her face against your neck and presses a soft kiss there. “Whatever.”
You let her cuddle as long as she wants. She’s your princess, after all. And whatever your princess wants from you, she gets.
