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[nina-ya]

Imagine teaching Law how to kiss because we all know his experience is minimal 🫣 (don’t know how much you’ll agree with me on that) and teasing him while he’s bright red while you just smile at him adoringly 🥰🥰🥰

okay okay okay okay I thought about this a little too much I just love the idea of teaching an inexperienced partner and jssjjrjdnfnf I wrote a lil sumn!!!

It started as a joke, really, a comment about his lack of experience was supposed to just be one of those little teasing comments that you threw his way on a random Tuesday afternoon. But the way Law’s ears went pink as he tried claiming that he's ‘very’ experienced, says it all. Naturally, you called him out on his bullshit, and before he could stammer out another lie, you leaned in with that infuriatingly teasing smile of yours and asked if he’d like a few pointers.

Law rolled his eyes and scoffed, muttering, “I don’t need lessons,” but even he didn’t seem fully convinced by his own words, and somehow, here he was, seated next to you in his quarters, a little too close for comfort.

He was all nerves, fingers drumming against his knee. You couldn’t help but smile, reaching over and gently taking his chin, your thumb brushing the faint scruff along his jawline. “Relax,” you murmured, keeping your voice reassuring. “It’s just a kiss. Don’t overthink it.”

As you leaned in, you noticed his breath catch, his posture locked in place, but he didn’t pull away. His lips were soft, warm but stiff against yours as he remained unsure of himself. The hesitation on his part was endearing, and you could feel him trying to mimic your movements.

You pulled back with a small chuckle, eyes gleaming as you looked at him. “Not bad…” you teased, letting your fingers trace his cheekbone. “But you’re trying too hard to make it perfect. Just relax and feel it.”

The tips of his ears flared red as he forced out a breath he had been holding in. “I am relaxed,” he muttered back defensively, though you could point out that lie from a mile away.

You moved back in, lips brushing against his, capturing his lips once more and you could feel the tension dissolve slightly as he leaned into the kiss. In his eagerness, he leaned forward too quickly and bumped his forehead against yours, the impact enough to pull you both back with a startled laugh.

A ‘sorry’ quickly tumbled out of his mouth but you just cupped his cheek, coaxing him to look back at you, your eyes gleaming with reassurance as you stared at his tomato-red features. “That was cute, you know.”

He huffed out, forcing out a smirk to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah,” This time, as he leaned back in, he did so much more carefully, lips finding yours that held the smallest spark of confidence.

You melted into the kiss, feeling him loosen up as one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, his grip tighter than you anticipated. There was a moment of clumsiness– a slight clashing of teeth as he overcompensated– but he quickly corrected himself, moving slower, his lips finally softening and molding to yours as he let go of some of the restraint.

Encouraged, you deepened the kiss, your hand slipping to his collar to pull him closer. He surprised you, surging forward in an eager and impulsive response. A surprised noise escaped his throat at his own actions, but that didn’t stop him from leaning into you and reveling in this so-called teaching moment. It was messy and awkward in places, but it was genuine.

You only parted when your lungs desperately needed air, and he kept his face close to yours as if he was ready to go right back in. He was looking at you with a dazed, almost surprised expression as though he hadn’t expected this to feel so… right.

You smiled at him, tracing your thumb along his jawline. “See? I knew you had it in you.”

He huffed attempting to regain his composure, but it was hard to look indifferent when he was practically glowing with embarrassment. “You’re impossible,” he replied, though you swear you could see a hint of a smile breaking through as he said that.

“And you’re cute when you blush,” you countered, biting back a grin as his cheeks deepened in color. You quickly move in to steal another kiss, any protests he may have had melting away as he returns the kiss with a fervor that makes you wonder if this is still truly a lesson, or if he is giving into some more hidden desires.

[jellybeanium124]

so I just saw a post about how the word "tribe" is racist. and like yeah it is. and I decided instead of derailing it I'm going to make my own, because it got me thinking about "the 12 tribes of israel," a phrasing that is perfectly acceptable in all the jewish circles I've ever been in. I've also heard the phrase "member of the tribe" used between jews to indicate jewishness. someone on that post said the word was roman in origin, but I was skeptical because we all know cultural appropriation loves taking things from the jews (this wouldn't even be the only time a word was taken from its jewish roots and applied to black people, ghetto comes to mind, but the conversation that we should be having around black-jewish solidarity is for another post).

anyways, I looked it up on etymonline, and yep, that person was right, but so was I:

I found corroboration on the open encyclopedia of anthropology:

now, I am not a scholar, so there's only so deep I can go. I am also a white-passing jew, and most jews I know irl are also white-passing. I do not know if this terminology is more controversial in jewish POC circles, or even used in non-american circles. it's possible conversations are happening about retiring the use of the word "tribe" and switching to the 12 nations of israel, because the word "nation" is also used in reference to us a lot (hebrew nation, nation of israelites, etc), and I just haven't heard about it.

I also don't really know where to go from here. the word has a derogatory connotation these days, like it or not, and the language we use should be welcoming and inclusive to all jews, not just us white-passing ones. I don't get the final say on that.

I just think the history is interesting here, and I wanted to point out to people that the word "tribe," when used in middle to modern english, originally was about the jews.

if anyone has any additions or corrections, please add on! the last thing I want to do is spread misinformation, and etymology and stuff like this can be sketchy and difficult to research. I do my best to find good sources but I'm not perfect.

[freezingmcxn]

hey Moon! question about your AU since I've been thinking about how to approach it in mine: will you be adding Nina to the story? and if you do, will you choose the canon story where she is with EJ or the fanon with Jeff? cause i think the Jeff and Nina story could be suchhh a good representation of a toxic relationship. (that's how i'm planning to approach it in mine, at least)

like, since Jeff is a narcissist in your AU (i think? i don't remember so sorry if i got that wrong😭) it would he really intresting to see how he operates with someone who clearly wants a relationship with him.

JEFFERY WOODS AND NINA HOPKINS

(In Depth Look At Their Relationship.)

HELLOOO!!

Okay, Nina is NOT in my Au sadly, BUT I can help you out with her and Jeff’s relationship that you want to approach in your AU! This is how I view it in general and hopefully its interesting :)

PSA: My Jeff is so “controversial” that I’ve lowkey stopped talking about him, people do not take it the right way and assume I am romanticising him or stereotyping mental illnesses, I am not.

This is purely done out of interest NOT disrespect.

Tw: Toxic Relationship, Jeff the Killer is portrayed realistically, Manipulation.

Jeff displays a strong sense of self-centeredness and narcissism in the relationship.

The dynamic between Jeff and Nina is sustained because Jeff manipulates Nina, taking advantage of her deep affection towards him.

This manipulation basically preys on Nina’s strong feelings for Jeff, which Jeff exploits to maintain their relationship.

In this post, I’m going to focus on what manipulation looks like and how Jeff uses it since it’s a big part of understanding how I see him.

Jeff manipulates others (Nina specifically) for various reasons, it’s rooted in his psychological needs and personal insecurities.

Control:

Jeff is driven by a God Complex and often seeks to dominate and control others to feel more powerful and secure in himself.

He feels he has little to no control in himself, which is why he seeks control over others. This need to exert control feeds his ego and reinforces his some what inflated sense of superiority (God Complex).

Insecurity:

Jeff will manipulate others to compensate for his own feelings of inadequacy and low self-esteem.

Although Jeff thinks of himself highly, he has self doubt (he also feels a lack of control in himself ^^)and deflects that onto others (like Nina) to build himself up, and tear them down.

Emotional Gratification:

Manipulating others can provide a sense of satisfaction or thrill, especially for those with narcissistic or antisocial tendencies.

For Jeff, he finds a thrill in manipulation and his other source of gratification, killing. His need to dominate and exploit others not only feeds his ego like I said but also offers him a perverse sense of self accomplishment and pleasure.

Jeff primarily wants Nina around for his own benefit. Although he has no genuine romantic interest in her, he pretends otherwise to take advantage of her.

He behaves like a leech, draining the life out of the relationship but he does it slowly, to keep her from realising and leaving him.

How the manipulation works on Nina:

Emotional Appeal:

Manipulators often tap into emotions like fear, guilt, or sympathy to influence others.

Jeff manipulates Nina’s emotions by mentioning her family, particularly her brother, and implying that Nina deserves better than him.

This tactic plays on Nina’s sympathy, making her feel guilty for Jeff and creating an emotional attachment that makes her feel compelled to stay with him.

Additionally, Jeff uses fear tactics such as threats or belittling remarks to exert some control over Nina, reinforcing her belief that she cannot live without him, even though realistically Jeff cannot live without Nina..

Cognitive Biases:

People have inherent biases, such as the desire to be liked or the tendency to conform, which manipulators exploit.

Nina has a deep rooted desire to be liked by others, and Jeff provides her with a sense of comfort and security.

As a result, it becomes extremely difficult for Nina to distance herself from Jeff, she perceives him as the only positive influence in her life after everything and her only source of comfort.

Insecurity and Self-Doubt:

People with low self-esteem or self-doubt are more likely to be influenced by manipulative behaviors that promise validation or approval.

Jeff frequently showers Nina with extreme kindness and affection, overwhelming her with emotions to the point where she becomes unable to see his actions objectively.

Nina interprets everything Jeff does or says as expressions of genuine love and affection due to this overwhelming emotional influence from Jeff.

Nina believes that Jeff will change and that her love and support can help him improve. She fears being alone or not finding another relationship, making her tolerate the toxic dynamics. Ultimately she is very unsure of herself and extremely reliant of Jeff.

If anyone is recognising these factors in a relationship please understand it is unhealthy and not okay! Please seek help and look after yourself <3

Hopefully this is met with the right audience!! I hope you found this interesting, I wish you the best in writing :))

[cancerian-woman]

ashamed and embarrassed to say on the first watch of tvd I liked kl8roline and c8roline (I thought I related to her but my friends explained how toxic she is for being Plec’s stand in) but have since seen the error in my ways and kneel at the feet of Klonnie. So excited to see what is created in the August event, the Klonnie tag deserves to be double that of any other tvd ship!

I had let this sit for a minute to determine how I wanted to answer this at first lol I haven’t been giving my inbox that much attention.

I do want to say you shouldn’t feel ashamed for what you enjoy. I think theirs some likable qualities in every character even the ones I don’t personally care for.

Caroline is the self insert people believe Elena is. Caroline’s plots never had anything to do with the main plot while Bonnie would be busting her ass on the sidelines and still connected to the core plot but wouldn’t get half the screentime or development towards her family.

I know many view Care as so mistreated by the MFG because of season one but none of that ever repeats over the next 7 seasons. The way the plot works you can look down on Elena and Bonnie for their lack thereof in the plot in terms of agency or development while praise Caroline. She gets to call people out, keep her life in order and plan for her never ending future. Julie lived so vicariously through Caroline lol. Self inserting was more important than making decent plot connections but I guess lmfao.

You mentioned Klaus, which is a good example since the actors initially pitched for Klonnie but I’ll raise you one higher notice that people Caroline interact with or date Bonnie isn’t allowed too interact with longterm. (Tyler, Rebekah, and even Katherine…) Kat had some pretty great friendships with the cast back then and none of that ever translated to the screen.

I really could say more on this but I hope you weren’t bashed for simply enjoying Caroline you do not deserve that. No one does. I hope you enjoy klonnie weekend. It’s nice to make friends in the fandom. Anyways if you want to talk more my dm is open💜

[maggiesrecordshop]

*there's a knock on the door. it's Nina, carrying a large shopping bag filled to the brim with ingredients, baking implements and what looks like a large kettle. she's in a pair of leggings and a nice button down. she's wearing strappy sandals. currently she is gesturing at the closed door and mouthing the words 'open it please'.*

Oh! *Maggie waves at Nina, hurrying over to open the shop door.*

Hi Nina! Pleasure to see you. Are you ready to go? Oh, *Maggie looks down at her outfit; she’s wearing a white cardigan with purple flowers, black leggings, and black flats. Her hair is tied up with a red bandanna* should I change? Are we going to get dirty?

[deandoesthingstome]

Happy Birthday Charlie 🥳✨🎂

I hope you have a wonderful day!

I wanted to give you something back for all the love and support you share on your blog, so here‘s some fan art for the chapters of your wonderful fantasy hotel series! I hope you like it 😘

Nina. NI.NA!!!

I am both screaming and speechless at the same time. The fact that anyone would put together fanart for me unbidden is amazing in and of itself.

And then, then!!! I spent the time since receiving and replying to this ask perusing each chapter's image. The amount of detail you managed to find and weave into these scenes is just mind-boggling.

I know how long I spent looking for the photos I wanted to use in Canva for the headers and you found some pretty spot on matches. And I am certainly no master with PhotoShop or whatever editing tool, but I also know how long it took me to make the pictures I did and yours must have taken hours.

I just...I literally cannot find enough words to thank you for honoring both me and my stories with such sumptuous art.

What an amazing birthday gift! I will cherish this and brag about it til the end my days on this hellsite. You make it so fun to be here and I love all of you support.

So like, in short (too late! And I won't put any of this response under a cut because I'm so proud of inspiring you to create it and I'll have everyone know how I feel about it!) Thank you so much, kind friend!

I will never forget this!

[cuteniarose]

since ming-hua/ghazan have 2 kids... what abt zaheer + pli??

(firebender/combustionbender and/or nonbender -> airbender?)

I was gonna answer this earlier but the lack of sleep reared its head 😅 I took a nap and in the meantime received permission to talk about it, though just in case I will still try to keep it brief. A P’heer child does exist in a few of our verses (we aren't lying when we call it the MULTIverse of madness, I can name at least 7 different AUs off the top of my head and that's not counting the variants where only small changes are made. If we ever made a comprehensive list it'd probably be longer than the list of our OCs and that one’s currently up to 31)

Anyway, her name is Nazra, born in about 153 AG if I remember my timeline right, and she’s a combustionbender. But despite being the same height as her mom, possessing easily the deadliest ability imaginable and generally looking rather intimidating, she’s an impossibly awkward nerd who’d rather sit around and read Air Nomad philosophy like her dad all day. Though she does take after her mom in the romantic sense, having a soft spot for airbenders, while simultaneously doing it better because she’s the definition of a disaster lesbian. She’s quiet, a bit anxious and really sheltered, but she does have a feisty streak to her in that she easily calls people (read: her sister/s) out on their bullshit if they annoy her, and isn’t afraid to use her bending to protect those she loves

The reason I’m not quite sure of the extent as to which I’m allowed to talk about her is because she’s not my OC and neither is she Kat’s. She was created for the fic Empty and Become Wind by Esaleyon, a Red Lotus Korra AU which Kat used to beta read for and which we use as basis for the Ultimate AU I described in my response to the Lien-Hua ask. But as far as I know, the author quit writing/the fandom and as I said above, Kat and I took Nazra in, so to speak. But she features in only a small handful of our AUs (currently only 3 come to mind, one of them ironically being the complete polar opposite to the other two in terms of tone and how dark the storyline is) so we don’t speak of her that often. She is still very dear to my heart, has been since 2020, and in the AUs she features in I consider her a sister to Suiren and Midori

If you’re curious, a few years ago Nina (@silima, who single-handedly fed the entire Red Lotus fandom with amazing art back in 2020-2022 or so) drew her, thus creating the design that I base my own sketches off of, so everyone say thank you Nina :)

[xxsc3ne-g0re-wh0rexx]

You seem cool :3 !!

Th4nK uu ! ^^ I try :p

[a11sunday]

he towers , a formidable presence before her . maybe a newly dubbed figurehead such as herself should be intimidated , seek to curry favor in some way , make herself useful. but, all nina feels is a growing curiosity and a twisting in her gut that warns against solid alliances. " why do they call you ' joker ' ? " @mingos , sc.

[bklynmusicnerd]

I actually did not hate the Ava and Carly scenes. I thought they were a good representation of why Ava's arc is one of the better ones. Carly has a right to throw in Ava's face the role she played in her child's death. And to Ava's credit, she doesn't make any excuses about what she did.

Nor did she remind Carly about her allowing Carly to share in her visitation hours with Avery because Carly has no legal rights to her. She stood there and took Carly at full venom while she advocated for Nina. I do think underneath Ava's explanation of her friendship with Nina is the recognition that they are both messy people who have done terrible things but are trying to be better.

Ava seeks forgiveness for Nina because she's being a decent friend but also because she wants forgiveness for herself. Ava tells Carly to consider the overwhelming wins she's had over Nina and extend grace because Ava kept pushing for another pound of flesh from Nik after winning the divorce to disastrous results.

Ava has grown to have an awareness of self that gives her an edge as a character. It's kind of sad that Carly can't comprehend forgiving to the extent that Ava has forgiven Nina considering she's the first to admit that she's benefitted from others (like her mother 👀) forgiving her.

[seokmashu]

oh my god look at HIM

OK MODELL

[nina-ya]

Request since you want something nsfw: reader getting horny and interrupting Law while he’s working/studying, reader sucking his cock under the desk (out of view) when someone suddenly enters the room, Law having to control his breathing and pretend everything’s fine, then reader getting absolutely railed against the desk when the other person leaves the room. Happy writing! x

A/N: HI NONNIE!! thank you for being patient with me! I enjoyed this a little too much and made this much longer than I originally intended but here!! Pairing: Law x AFAB!reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, would this be exhibitionism? ima say that for now! unprotected sex (wrap it up yall), law calls reader a slut like twice, creampie, rough sex • masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

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You tried to hold back and wait for Law to wrap up his work. He told you it would only just be ‘a bit longer.’ That was 3 hours ago. You tried so desperately to wait, going through the motions of distracting yourself: flipping through a book, taking a shower, even just lying on Law’s bed, legs dangling off the side The longer Law sat at his desk though, jotting down notes and muttering under his breath, the more restless you became. 

Impatience was soon overshadowed by desire and every glance at him, every time he brushed his fingers over his hair, every shift of his body sent heat pooling between your legs. The way he looked so focused, so intent on his work, only added fuel to the flame. And as the minutes dragged on, your frustration grew.

You bite your lip and glance over at him from where you sat, letting out a huff. He looked so serene, so unaffected, it was as if the idea of getting lost in you hadn’t even crossed his mind. 

Enough was enough. 

You got up and padded over to him. He didn’t notice you at first, too engrossed in whatever he was writing down. You were now behind him, hands reaching up and gently sliding over his shoulders, and in response he just stiffened slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. 

“I said I’d be done soon,” he muttered, but that rasp in his voice told you that he wasn’t quite as unaffected by your presence as he seemed. 

You leaned down, pressing into his back, and your fingers trailed down his chest, slowly. Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Three hours is hardly ‘soon,’ Law.”

You could feel him tensing up below you, his body going stiff beneath your touch. But he still didn’t look up at you. 

“Come on,” you murmur, “just take a break, you need one.” you pull his chair back, the legs dragging against the floor and you shift so now you’re in front of him. Law watched you, pen still gripped in his hand, and he called out your name in a warning tone. 

You ignored the warning in his voice, sinking to your knees and shimmying slightly underneath the desk with a playful grin. You wanted to make him lose control, to force him out of that concentrated calm. 

Your fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, and before he could protest, you were freeing him from the confines of his pants. His cock was already hard, the weight of it heavy as you stroked him slowly, teasing him with feather-light touches that had him gripping the pen in his hand until his knuckles turned white. 

“Stop that,” he growled, though it lacked any conviction. His body betrayed him, hips twitching slightly as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tip. 

“Make me,” you whisper, lips brushing the head before taking him into your mouth. Law hissed out, his head tipping back slightly as you swallowed him down. The tip of your mouth, the wet warmth of your tongue as you swirled around him– it was everything that he didn’t realize he needed. Law let out a sigh as he caved to your advances, dropping the pen in his head with a small thud as it hit the floor. ‘Well that didn’t last very long’ you thought to yourself as he gave in rather quickly. He leaned back into his chair, breath deepening as one inked hand snaked through your hair, guiding it up and down his length. 

As you slurped and sucked on him, you can't help but let one of your own hands drift lower. The need between your legs is unbearable, the heat pooling in your core is screaming for attention. You part your thighs, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, determined to relieve yourself of the building pressure.

The moment your fingers brush your swollen clit, a low moan vibrates in your throat, muffled by Law’s cock between your lips. The sensation sends waves of pleasure surging right to your core, and you grind your hips against your hand as you continue to bob your head, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock in slow, torturous circles.

Your lips glide over Law’s cock, taking him deeper with each movement, your cheeks hollowing as you suck, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” he hisses out, hips beginning to roll in time with your movements, meeting your mouth halfway as you take him in. You hum softly in satisfaction, taking him deeper, your fingers continuing their lazy circle over your clit. 

knock knock knock

Your entire body freezes in place, your mouth still wrapped around Law’s cock, and your heart leaping into your throat. 

“Captain?” a voice calls out, startling you. Fuck it’s Shachi. And he's blissfully unaware of what's happening under this desk. 

Shahi doesn’t even wait before opening the door and stepping inside. Law stiffens, his grip on your hair tightening reflexively as his breath hitches. You hold back the urge to yelp out at the sudden pain in your hair, but the grip loosens thankfully. You see his entire body tense beneath you, but when he speaks up, his voice remains calm. “What is it?”

“I needed to go over some reports with you, do you have a second?” Shachi asked, casually unbothered, as though you are not just a few feet away kneeling under this desk with a cock shoved down your throat. 

Law’s jaw clenches, his gaze briefly flickering to you, eyes narrow as if daring you to move. But you can’t help yourself. A wicked idea flickers through your mind, and you slowly take him once more, the wet heat of your tongue sliding against his length. 

Law sucks in a sharp breath, his hand trembling against your scalp as he struggles to keep his voice even. “Can it wait?” he mutters out rather quickly. 

“Um, we need to get this sorted now-”

“Get on with it.” Law interrupts, praying that Shachi will wrap this up quickly. 

“There’s been an issue with the supply inventory. I wanted to get your approval for–”

Your tongue flicks over his sensitive tip as you bob your head slowly, teasing him in a way that has him biting down on his lower lip to keep from groaning. His thighs tense, cock twitching in your mouth, but he somehow finds the strength to keep it together. 

“Mm… just leave it on my desk,” Law says, voice heavy and more strained than usual. He leans forward slightly, trying to maintain that illusion of composure as you continue to torment him beneath the desk. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him harder, determined to make him lose his cool. The satisfaction of knowing that you are pushing him to the edge while he tries to maintain a normal conversation makes your own arousal spike, and you grind your hips against your hand once more, holding back a moan of your own as you work him over. 

Shachi is still talking, something about requisitions and updates, but Law’s mind is far from focused on his words. He lets out a shuddering breath as you take him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. The grip in your hair tightens as a means of warning you, but you ignore it, your lips and tongue moving in a rhythm that is aimed at driving him mad. 

You glance up at him again, watching as his jaw clenches harder, his eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he fights that internal battle. His entire body is taut with the effort of holding back, but you can feel how close he is to losing control. 

Law’s voice breaks just slightly as he interrupts Shachi mid-sentence. “Leave it,” he practically barks out, impatience dripping in his tone. “Now.”

There’s a pause, and you hear Shachi shift, clearly caught off guard by the abruptness. “Uh… sure thing.”

Your heart races as you hear the door shut with a ‘click’ and the second it closes, Law’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your mouth off of him with a harsh tug. You whine out, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, and you can see his amber eyes darken, igniting with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something dangerously possessive in his gase as it locks onto yours, and before you can blink, he’s yanking you up from under the desk, forcing you to stand as the chair scrapes back violently. 

“You little brat,” he hisses, spinning you around and slamming your chest against the desk, his body pressed tightly against your back. You barely have time to brace yourself as he tears your underwear down, his fingers sliding between your soaked folds, inked fingers being coated by your essence. “Thought you can tease me and get away with it?”

You whimper out in response, and you push your hips back against him, desperate for more. His fingers graze over your throbbing clit, ripping whimpers from you with every slight touch, before pulling you away, leaving you trembling with anticipation. 

Law growls low in his throat, his chest pressed flush against your back as he leans over you. His breath is hot against your neck and you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. His fingers, still slick with your arousal, dig into your hips, guiding you into position. The tension between you two is nearly about to snap, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him as his cock throbs against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, voice rough. His hand slides up your spine, fingers dancing along your back until they reach your neck. In one motion, he pushes your head down, pressing your cheek against the cold surface of the desk. “Answer me.” 

You try to speak but all that escapes is a whimper, your body trembling beneath him as you strain against his hold. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into your neck as he holds you firmly in place. 

“I asked you a question,” he hisses out, his hips grinding against your ass, pushing you harder against the desk. “Is this what you wanted, you little minx?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “Yes Law. I need you.”

The confession seemed to snap whatever thin thread of restraint he had left and he pushed his cock in, slamming until he was buried all the way inside. The moment that Law thrusts into you, the world narrows to that intoxicating sensation of him stretching you. Your body jerks forward with the force, the hard edge off the desk biting into your hips as your hole swallows every inch of him. The fullness is almost too much, too sudden, and a loud cry rips from your throat. 

His hand keeps you firmly in place as you squirm beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, each one rougher than the last. You are completely at his mercy, and the thought of it only makes your body pulse with even more desire. 

His other hand trails along your side, the touch deceptively soft as it makes its way to your waist, squeezing it with a bruising grip. He pulls you back onto him as he slams into you again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your whimpers and mewls. You can barely think straight, barely holding onto reality as he fuck you deeper, harder, grinding his hips into yours with each thrust. 

“Look at you,” Law growls, his voice thick with need as he looms over you. “So fucking desperate… couldn’t even wait. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you? That’s why you didn’t stop when we had some company, right?”

Heat flushes your face as the embarrassment of just how right he was and the thrill of it just hits you. You try to shake your head, try to deny it, but the truth still clings to the edges of your mind. You could never admit that the idea of almost getting caught only turned you on more. 

Law’s chuckle is low and dark. “Didn’t care who was in the room, did you?” he continues, each thrust accentuating his words. “So fucking impatient… just had to have me. What would they have thought if you knew what a little slut you are?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the discomfort of the desk digging into your hips, the way your face is squished against the surface, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure bubbling up inside of you, the sting of his words– all combining and sending your emotions into a state of disarray and gasping for air. 

“I-I couldn’t wait,” you choke out, your voice a broken whimper. “I needed you, Law, I–”

“You needed me,” he mocks, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that rips a scream from your throat. “Yeah? You needed to risk getting caught with my cock in your mouth while someone was standing right there? You're fucking shameless.”

“I-I can’t,” you gasp, your voice breaking as the tears spill down your cheeks. The pleasure building inside of you is unbearable, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you feel like you are going to explode. “Law, please”

“You wanted this,” he responds, his voice rough and low as he keeps pounding into you. “Wanted me to fuck you like this, didn’t you?” The hand that was on your neck releases and threads through your hair, gripping and pulling your head back, earning a yelp from you. “You just had to get me riled up like that. Well, here you fucking are, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are, right?”

Law shifts his hips and the head of his cock starts to hit that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and makes you forget your name. Your cries of pleasure seem to heighten in pitch and your body starts to tremble more. You attempt to whimper out something along the lines of ‘right there!’ and ‘don’t stop’ hoping that Law can decipher your pleasure-induced babbling. And he does, continuing to snap his hips into you as you rapidly approach the edge. 

It doesn't take long before you are thrown over the edge. You chant his name, your body convulsing as your orgasm takes over your entire body, every muscle in your body spasming and twitching as the pleasure crashes over you. Your walls clamp down on him, pulsing rapidly as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Law is not far behind, releasing the hand from your hair and planting it on the other side of your hips, his thrusts speeding up before he stills, panting heavily as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his warm seed filling you. 

You both just stay there for a moment, chests heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. And then slowly, Law pulls you out, earning a whimper from you at the feeling of suddenly feeling empty. He grips your sides and lifts you up, turning you around and sitting you on the desk, now facing him. One of his hands slides up to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear streaks with the pad of his thumb. His touch is much more gentle now, juxtaposing the behavior just moments ago as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the side of your face. 

“You did so good,” he murmurs, his voice losing that sharp edge. 

Before you can respond, Law captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's so much different from the roughness from before. 

“Thank you for making me take a break,” he mutters against your lips, his voice clearly having a teasing edge to it. And he leans in and kisses you again, the kiss this time being much slower as his hands roam your body, this time with softness and loving as if he is taking his time this time around to memorize the way your skin feels under his fingertips. Law’s lips trail from your mouth to your jawline, planting featherlight kisses against your skin, sending tingles down your spine. 

You smile, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “You needed it,” you whisper with a light touch of your own as your hands slide up his chest. 

Law hums in agreement, pulling back and his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before capturing them in another slow, deep kiss. His hands, no longer urgent, caress your body with a newfound patience, his fingers gliding ofer your body as if he is savoring every touch. It’s clear now that this isn’t over– not for him, not yet. There is a different hunger in his kiss, one that screams of something far less rushed. 

He pulls away slightly to murmur, “I want to take my time with you this time.” And he kisses you deeply once more as he coaxes you into a slow burning fire that reignites between you. 

The night stretches ahead, filled with more touches, more kisses, more shared noises of pleasure as he takes his time, cherishing every second with you. 

[kamenovadobrev]

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ninadobrev: Maverick and I enjoying the beautiful Denmark snow and air. It's absolutely lovely here. I dont ever want to leave!

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I LOVE YOU TOO NINA !!!!!!!!!! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN !!!!!!!!!!!!

[maggiesrecordshop]

Hey. Uh, was thinking about the Movie. Yknow. Nightmare before Christmas.

Do you... want to go watch it together?

I-mean-it's-totally-fine-if-you're-too-busy-right-now-we-can-reschedule-I-don't-want-to-put-too-much-pressure-on-you-aND I AM GOING SHUT UP NOW.

-@fuckyouheresyourcoffee

Oh, Nina, I’d be delighted to!! Just let me close down the shop real quick and we can get going! Oh, if you mean right now? It’s fine if you can’t right now but I’m free right now and- you did mean right now, right?

[doomedbythenarrativebracket]

Oh hey I was the one who submitted Nina Tucker. It definitely wasn’t a joke submission! She was clearly introduced into the story just to be killed off. Despite this, she had a profound impact on the story - it’s not like she just died and everyone moved on. She continued to influence the boys’ actions and perspectives throughout the story after her death. Her death serves the themes of the story - the idea that alchemy is a tool that can be used for good or evil, and that it cannot solve every problem. So I don’t think her death was for shock value at all, even though it was super horrific. The horror was the point, u know? It’s cool if you don’t think she fits the bracket but I saw you thought it was a joke submission so I just wanted to clarify.

That's fair! The reason I thought it might have been a joke was less to do with the actual character and more with how often fans meme her yk

I personally disagree with saying that it was clear from her introduction that she was going to be killed off? (At least in fma03, which is the version I'm invested in/thinking of when I talk about fma) Like her first episode absolutely inclines one to be suspicious of her father, but I feel like Nina herself doesn't really raise death flags there given that the focus is less of her and more on Ed + Al's trying to pass the state alchemy exam

My other thing with Nina is that I feel like part of her tragedy was how it wasn't inevitable? Like Edward was already starting to realize that something was wrong fairly early in episode 7, and tried to investigate Shou Tucker but was actively obstructed by the military(/Basque Grande). When Ed sneaks back into the Tucker house, he's so sure that there's something going on -that he could help stop- that he willing to risk his new state certification on it, but arrives too late. So to me it feels less like Nina was doomed, but more like she could have been saved but wasn't, which Ed partially blames himself for, but ofc can more accurately be attributed to the evil of the Amestrian military

That said, I entirely get where you're coming from! And I agree with you about her thematic value + the lasting effect she had on Ed + Al

So, short answer: Understandable have a nice day (I'll definitely put her in if she gets enough votes to make the bracket, though she has yet to)