#i will acc rip my hair out of my scalp

[malaak]

sorry it's still insane to me how some ppl will have money for non necessities Every month and then still complain about being broke like that's not what broke means 😭

[flor4de4amor]

aviator!abby you say…👀

i did say aviator!abby… screamed it from the rooftops even 🤭 she stays heavvyyy on my mind.

click for palestine!

read before engaging with my works and acc

warnings: slight nsfw/smut at the end.

aviator!abby who has a deep-rooted one-sided rivalry w ellie, who literallyyyyy just wants to be her friend. she comes home and grumbles in your arms about her. "she's just so annoying baby!" she whines for the hundredth time about her coworker.

aviator!abby who's a dog person, but puts up with your evil cat just cause she loves you.

 aviator!abby who can do more pushups than anyone on her squad. three fingers. two fingers. one finger even. she’s got them outranked without a doubt. 

aviator!abby who always comes home exhausted. heart heavy, hands dirty, boots half unlaced by the time she’s in the door. she's eager to lay in bed with you.

you greet her at the door. she always kisses your temple first, slides to your warm cheeks, and kisses you softly on the lips. you know she’s had a long day.

“cooked your favorite,” you muse softly against the side of her mouth.

“how do you know me so well mrs.anderson?” she grins, dominant hand coming up to the nape of your neck.

you shrug, giggling against her chest, “years of practice maybe.”

“yeah, my baby’s the real mvp.” she smiles into another kiss.

aviator!abby who always has her hair in the most ridiculously tight braids and buns. she’s quite creative with her hair, and is always eager to try a new style on you for practice. but, her craft works against her towards the end of a long shift. deep migraine settling in her skull, and she knows it’s not gonna feel better until she’s sprawled in your lap while you undo her hair. your fingertips scratching at her scalp while she sighs and mewls at your lighthearted touch.

aviator!abby who’s totally obsessed with you. she's has got pictures of you in: her wallet, dashboard, phone case, on her locker mirror, even has her phone wallpaper. she’s got your kiss print on her helmet. made sure it stuck with some clear tape and lots of loving. 

aviator!abby who’s somewhat quiet, but incredibly cocky. forget cocky, she’s so competitive. a calm game of monopoly between the two of you turns into to her cackling as she bulldozes you into debt. you roll your eyes at her antics cause it’s literally just monopoly, with her wife, but she treats it like war. 

aviator!abby who loves taking care of her little wife. goes absolutely out of her way to make your life easier. problem with the car? actually, the oil hadn’t been changed in like forever and a half. don’t worry though, abby’s fixed it! you want a new dresser built? abby’s done it in half an hour. she made sure you timed her for proof. someone’s giving you a hard time? yeah, don’t let abs find out she’s gonna rip them a fucking new one. you call her an american bully like the dog breed, for how she’s always by your side. going out of her way to be overprotective.

aviator!abby who’s insecure. she’s in a male dominated field, constantly undervalued, and disregarded. she’s built up a thick layer of protection and ego to protect herself. she spends all day being: mean captain abigail anderson who chews out her inferiors and can kill with looks alone. but when she comes home, all the sudden it’s like a flip switch. it’s “pretty abby,” “baby,” “darling don’t trip on the cat toys on the stairs!” “come to bed i’m tired,” abby. 

aviator!abby who likes being in control during sex. she likes how each action pulls out a very needy reaction from you. if she pulls on your nipples with her calloused finger pads, you’ll whine and arch your back into her chest, as her bicep curls around your waist. if she presses kisses into your neck, and sucks on the skin leaving bruises, she knows it’ll make you cry her name. your nails finding their way to her shoulder blades while she tortures your neck, littering it with love marks. abby knows, that if she hits that sweet spot deep in you w her strap, you almost always cum. sweet cream coating the silicone right around the base, abby can’t help but lick her lips as she pulls out of you, eliciting a string of cursed complaints. she’d suck the member off to taste you herself. but it’s more exciting to pull you to your knees and tap your eager tongue with her tip, groaning as you swallow yourself. not because it feels good, but god you’re so pretty. 

aviator!abby who loves praise so bad. she gets so wet when you call her pretty. she’ll rut against your palm as you whisper in her ear. telling her that she’s your only girl. that you want her. no, you need her. she melts at the way you kiss her biceps, bite her bottom lip gently, and look up at her with big doe eyes when you eat her out. she tries extra hard to be gentle with you. you’re her princess, she doesn’t wanna hurt you. but she can’t help herself when her hips rut into your tongue and her hands come to grip the base of your neck and the roots of your hair roughly. but she can’t help and darkly chuckle as you moan into her mound at the action. “my baby’s a dirty girl huh?” when you don’t reply she tugs your hair again, smirking as you lick feverishly at her clit. she removes her hand from the back of your neck and taps her pointer and middle finger against your cheek, “don’t you remember the rules babe? speak when spoken to. thought you were a good girl?” when you attempt to pull off her, she clicks her tongue snd uses her hold on your hair to keep you in place. “god you’re so bratty today.” she smiles to herself. 

sigh, aviator!abby please i need you. need you so so so so bad. 

im so stuck on what her callsign would be, what do yall think?

divider by: @ohdearlucifer

[rawkinks]

I acc missed u sm today BUT MY BABY COUSINS CAME OVER AND TORE ME APART (Literally one of them ripped some hair out BUT ANYWAY) I LOVE YOU AND I MISSED YOU ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

HI LOVE !! i love and missed you tons :))

OH NOOO. is your scalp okay?? poor thing. i’m so sorry. <3

[carnistirs]

forelsket

↳ @taangweek 2020 Day 7: Ember Island

Warnings: rated mature for some mild gore (just to be safe)

Summary: While on vacation, land-dweller Toph accidentally finds herself a merman who won’t leave her alone. 

Read on ao3 or under the cut 

forelsket {Norwegian} the overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone

‘

Toph hears the ripple in the water and bends over the dock, angling her face towards the abyss. She pushes her foot back into the sea, feels currents brush against her ankle.

She isn’t afraid, has never once been afraid of anything in her life, so she holds her spine erect and keeps her face expressionless at whatever’s staring back at her from beneath the surface of the water. It feels like a fish, a particularly big one, spinning its tail in circles. She picks up her cane and jabs it into the water, hard and quick, and the creature retreats further into the ocean’s depths.

But then she hears it – the singing that rises above the stillness of the sea.

Even stifled by the water, it’s the smoothest thing Toph’s ever heard. There’s a pull at her chest that has her leaning over the dock even more, guiding her body until her face is partially submerged.

And there are no words to describe what she hears – it’s like wind chimes against a gentle wind, the sweet tune of a hermit thrush at dawn, a choir in an large, empty church. Except, it also isn’t any of those things because this is seamless and infinite, a song more mellifluous than anything the best of humanity could ever hope to produce.

It’s a song that lures doe-eyed sailors out the sea with smiles on their faces, even as they’re choking with water in their throats.

Part of Toph knows she should have drowned by now or been dragged out further until the tides carry her body away. Instead of yanking her into the water though, the song wraps itself all around her like the most comfortable hug in the world.

This is—

She jerks her head out of the water and doesn’t even cough at how long she’s been holding her breath. She just inhales once, an eerie calm settling over her.

(When Toph leaves the dock, the song turns manic, lingering like a prolonged shriek in her ear until the noises of the beach houses muffle it out.)

‘

She jerks awake when the song tugs at her again, reeling her back to involuntary awareness. The summer heat is already unbearable enough without this thing’s fucking voice leaving her restless in bed. She feels hot and sticky all over, and that voice is crawling underneath her skin, scratching wildly at her until she’s close enough to smell the sea again.

Come back.

Toph feels herself blink once before she’s right at the window, hands braced on the frame like she’s about to jump out into the darkness.

A snarl rips out of her when she realizes the stupid thing she was about to do, so she raises her palms, snaps the window shut. The voice is there still, occupying a corner of her head.

When she turns around, she ignores the bed completely, heading towards the shower in her bathroom instead.

‘

“Do you hear that?” she asks, tapping her cane irritably against the floor. “The singing? Do you hear it?”

“Toph,” is what Zuko says, careful. “That’s the fourth time you’ve asked that in the past hour. I don’t hear any singing.”  

‘

The frenzied croon in the back of her mind stops, a plucked string on an instrument, once her toes reach soft sand again. She hears the creature’s tail slap against the water in excitement and grinds her teeth together.

Figures it would already be waiting for her.

“What do you fucking want,” Toph hisses furiously, tossing her cane to the side and launching herself in the water towards it with her hands wrapped around it’s throat.

Sharp teeth click together and there’s a beginning of a hiss, but it doesn’t attack her in return.

As she’s choking the creature against a boulder, palms flat against the gills on its neck, she feels a blanket of smooth scales wind around her legs. The movement is coy, and it’s sudden, how much she wishes she could see whatever expression is on it’s face.

There’s a moan that vibrates against her hands – it sounds like a male – and Toph jerks away, scalded. As she’s falling back, she remembers that she’s never learned how to fucking swim, and she’s flailing now, arms wild and chaotic—

He coils his tail around her tighter, his palms framing Toph hips as he gently pulls her back up. There’s webbing between his nimble fingers as he cradles her to his chest, and she feels scales on his arms and shoulders while she instinctively grasps for him. He hums at her soothingly, swaying slightly to the beat of the waves.  

“You—” Toph sputters, wiggling her legs in the strict hold of his tail. “Stop trying to cop a feel, motherfucker!”

The creature – merman – laughs. “You threw yourself at me first.”

“Because you’ve been fucking singing to me for days! You know what you’re doing!”

“How else was I going to get you back here?”

(To me.)

Toph snaps an arm out, her hand grazing the dock. She’s surprised that she’s able to break out of his grip easily as she’s hauling herself over the dock, but she feels fingers in her hair, teasing along her scalp. A curious tug at her hairband has her tresses spilling over either side of her face like wet curtains. She adjusts the askew sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and sniffs.

“Give it back,” Toph snaps.

“I’ve always wondered why humans used these,” he chirps, snapping the band against his wrist because, of course, he’s now wearing it as a bracelet. She hears him swimming forward, hears him folding his arms along the edge of the dock and resting his chin on them. “Hi. I’m Aang.”

‘

Every time Toph goes down to the beach, Aang gives her treasures – sea shells that feel like no other, a string of pearls, lost items that haven’t seen land in centuries.

She gives him a fork, once.

“What’s it called?” he says with absolute marvel in his voice.

Her mouth twitches. “A dinglehopper. I know you don’t have any, but it’s used to brush your hair.”

Toph should have known that wouldn’t deter him in the slightest. She finds herself sprawled flat on the dock minutes later, her hair hanging over the edge and a fork running through her strands as he smoothens out the tangles.

“Are you the kind of merman that eats humans?”

Aang’s hand stills in her hair, hesitating. “Yes, but only the bad ones,” he answers quietly.

“Really?”

“I’ve lived a long time,” he creeps closer, placing a cold hand on her temple, and she smells the sea and the wind on his wet skin. “You’d be surprised at the amount of terrible things that take place at beaches when no one’s looking.”  

Toph raises an inquisitive brow. “How old are you?”

“Oh, I’ve surpassed centuries,” Aang replies, and the buoyancy in his voice is tempered by the wistfulness that manages to seep in, making him sound incredibly lonely.

“You have other friends, right? Mer-friends?

“Yeah! Katara and Sokka – you’d like them, I think – but they don’t live in these parts of the ocean. They’re also busy looking after their tribe, so they don’t have time to travel like me. Not like they used to anyway.”  

“How about family?”

“They died a long time ago.” Fuck, there’s that sadness again – the one that sounds so strange on the merman because he’s always happy. “There was this war and I wasn’t there and – well, I lost them.”

Aang combs his fingers through her hair, fork forgotten, and doesn’t offer any more information other than that. She shouldn’t have brought up family, so she keeps quiet, basking in the sun and letting him braid her hair into whatever style he wants.

Later, when Toph wanders back into the beach house, Zuko blurts out: “Did you braid your hair with seaweed?”

“Huh,” she grins, her fingers absentmindedly touching the filmy, wet thing weaved into her braid, “guess I did.”

‘

There’s a man following her.

Toph hears Aang in her head again, his melodious voice comforting her as if he knows, so she follows the direction his song takes her to until she’s able to hear his sweet singing beyond the comforts of her mind. The man who’s been tracking after her for fifteen minutes stops in place, a shudder wracking through him. The man turns, hypnotized, his body wading into the water.

The song for this man makes Toph’s bones rattle, but it doesn’t make her want to seep herself in frigid water, doesn’t make her want to sink her body deep until she can no longer breathe.

(She wonders why.)

“Hello,” she hears Aang murmur in a honeyed tone that coils around the soul, yanking and claiming. “Why were you following that girl?”

“She was pretty,” the man says and he sounds drugged, like the words are being dragged out of him.

“And what were you going to do to her?”

“Take her back to my place.” She digs her nails into her palm hard enough to pierce skin, anger swelling up in her. “Show her what a real man feels like.”

For a few seconds, Toph hears absolutely nothing.

Even the waves are silent.

Then, teeth rip into warm flesh and the screams coming out of the man’s mouth are awful. He screams and screams as his skin is being pulled and his flesh is being slowly sampled.  

Toph thinks to herself that he deserves this, that he deserves to be chewed and bitten into until he’s nothing but an empty, white husk.

She grips her cane tighter, smearing pinpricks of her own blood against it, when their bodies wrestle along the wet sand. Toph wonders if Aang’s just playing with his food at this point, drawing it out to watch the man struggle in terror. The sound of teeth gnawing on skin grates at her again, and Aang must have ripped out the throat this time because the man doesn’t make a single noise after that.  

“Toph,” comes Aang’s whisper. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine.”  

“You don’t look—”

“I said I’m fine!” she shouts, but then she bursts out into cackles because she doesn’t know how to deal with this. Aang makes a confused noise and wriggles his body closer to her, which must make a ridiculous sight. “I mean, I might just be an accessory to murder. I don’t know. And,” – laughs even harder – “I might even go to prison, but that’s okay, I guess—”

“What’s prison?”

“It’s a place where they keep bad people like murderers or people who help murderers. Sometimes they never get out.”

Aang wraps his fingers around her wrists, pulls her down. Her ass hits the sand and she doesn’t even get to properly process it because he’s already nudging himself into her arms, his tail flopping behind him.

The smell of blood on him is strong, enough to almost make Toph gag, but she snakes her arms around him, slowly pressing her cheek to a copper-scented shoulder blade. He croons a lullaby to her, his palm rubbing circles along her spine.

“You won’t go to prison,” he says, chants – fuck, she doesn’t even know or care at this point – as his damp mouth brushes Toph’s cheek. “His body will never be found when I’m done with him.”  

“They’ll still look for him. This guy’s extremely rich if he’s able to afford a beach house on this island. There’s always a lot of attention when a rich person goes missing—”

“He’ll stay a missing person forever then. They won’t find him. I promise, Toph.”

So, Toph builds a sandcastle and listens to the way Aang easily snaps the bones off the corpse’s body, the way he peels the clumps of flesh off with his fingers and teeth, the way he laps at the river of blood. It’s an hour of just listening to him eat before he gathers up the bones and slips noiselessly back into the ocean.

She inches further down to where the waves leave seafoam against the sand so that Aang doesn’t have a long crawl back to her. When he does eventually come back, he sprawls across her thighs, pressing a sated smile into her hipbone.

Her palm grazes his stomach, expecting a huge bulge—

“The fuck?” Toph grumps, slapping her knuckles this time against a stomach that is obviously flat. “You just ate a whole human! Where did it all go?”

Aang chuckles, the noise sounding like soft bells. 

‘

“You know the guy who owns the house next to ours?” Ty Lee chimes across the table during breakfast. “Something Feng, I think? He’s been missing for two days now. His wife’s hysterical.”

“Wasn’t he the creep who kept trying to talk to you the other day?” Mai says, bored.

“Good riddance,” Azula says mildly. “We don’t need vermin like him stinking up this island, no matter how impressive his net worth is.”

Ty Lee, slightly aghast: “Azula! That’s a terrible thing to say.”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Hey,” Zuko whispers to Toph, “do you know anything about this?”

Toph forks some scrambled eggs into her mouth. “Not a clue,” she throws back with a shrug.

‘

“Just let your head drop back in the water,” Aang instructs, his words curled around a grin as his hands hover behind the back of her scalp. A finger tips her chin towards the sky, allowing her ears to drop beneath the surface, and it’s so fucking weird floating on the water like this. “Don’t make that face, Toph. You said you’d try. It’s not that bad – see, you’re doing it!”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing.”  

Toph lets out a long exhale, trying to keep her limbs extended. It’s the strangest sensation – surrendering herself to biomechanics and water while simultaneously trying not to drown in the process.

“You’re doing so well,” he cheers in a soft murmur, brushing the tips of his fingers across her toes. “Stop,” Toph grits through her teeth, “that tickles. If you make me drown, I’m dragging you down with me.”

“Hmm, yes, drag the merman – who’s lived his entire life in the ocean – down with you,” Aang hums. “That’ll definitely kill him.”

Her retort is ready, but she never gets the chance to say it because Aang abruptly sweeps her into his arms, a violent hiss escaping through his teeth. He’s tense against her, gripping her so tight that it feels like he’s trying to brand his palms into her skin.

“Cute snack you got there,” an unfamiliar voice pipes up. “Care to share?”

“Who are you?” Toph shoots back, but adds in a quieter whisper: “Is he one of your mer-friends, Aang?”

“Oh, yeah, Aang and I go way back.”

“We’re not friends,” Aang says, terse, and the amount of venom coming out of his mouth makes his voice sound like a discordant note. “And she’s not food, Jet. Go somewhere else to feed.”

A loud snort. “She looks like food to me.”

Toph growls, trying to strain her face in Jet’s direction. “Hey, fuck you, seaweed-tits. This ass is off the menu.”

The other merman barks out a laugh and makes a move to swim closer, she thinks, but Aang flicks his tail up in a loud splash, letting out a snarl that vibrates against the back of her skull. Aang sinks his fingers into the back of her thighs, ready to just toss Toph back up onto the pier dock.

“Fine, whatever,” Jet spits derisively, diving back into the water with one last scoff.

Aang carefully lifts her back onto the dock and quickly buries his face against her stomach, his arms coiling around her. Even with the obvious threat gone, he still feels rigid and strained, his tail rolling behind him in agitated circles.  

“Sorry.” It’s muffled against her skin, but Toph feels his mouth shaping the word.

She flicks the center of his temple. “You don’t need to apologize, Kelpbrain.” 

‘

“Do you really have to go?”

(Please don’t go.)

“Yeah,” Toph says, rueful, letting him press his palm to the arch of her foot. He’s holding onto her foot like he wants to keep her forever. “My school’s starting again in a few weeks. I have to go back.”

“Where’s this school of yours?”

“It’s in Ba Sing Se, a city in China. Have you heard of it?”

The prolonged, forlorn stretch of silence implies that Aang has not heard of either Ba Sing Se or China in his entire life.

“I’ll come back,” she promises, reaching out a hand only to have it automatically clasped within his. “After the semester ends, I’ll convince my parents to fly me out here if I have to, okay?”

Aang lifts his other hand to Toph’s face, curving it against her cheek and pressing his thumb to the bow of her mouth. “It’ll be colder when you come back,” he says, his voice small and vulnerable to her ears. “The beach will be too cold for you.”

“Please, like that’s ever stopped you before. You’ll just screech a song in my head until I come to you.”  

“I could follow you—”

“No.” Toph’s not even sure he knows how to. “Even if you somehow managed to find me, there’ll be too many people. It won’t be a private island like this. If someone sees you, they’ll want to catch you and you could end up in the wrong hands.”

She’s wearing a nice dress – the others wanted to celebrate their last night on Ember Island by eating at some fancy restaurant – and Aang knows that the material swathed around her skin is worth a hefty amount. He pulls her into the water anyway, snaking his tail around her legs like he’d done the first day they met.

“Do you have to go,” Aang mouths against her shoulder, snuffling.

Toph nods, tightening her arms around his neck. “I’ll come back. Don’t cry on me now, idiot.”

She’s sopping wet when she returns back to the beach house (“That was an expensive dress,” Azula hisses, snatching Toph’s wrist and dragging her up the stairs to find a new one—) and her chest feels heavier, buried under the weight of saltwater. 

‘

(Aang sings out to her when she leaves the island and it has her eyes stinging behind her shades until his bereft voice fades from her head altogether.) 

‘

“You okay?”

“Zuko, you really need to stop asking me that.”

“It’s just—” Sighs, thinks of what to say. “You’re always…studying. You never want to go out with us anymore.”

“What, is it a crime to study now?”

“No, it’s like you’re forcing yourself to keep busy. You’ve been like this since we left Ember Island. What the hell happened there?”

“Hate to break it to you, but most kids get depressed when their summer breaks end. It’s no big deal.” 

‘

The shower in Toph’s apartment has a tub built into it and she’s never really had any use for it in the past. These days, she’s grown comfortable with filling the tub with water and just letting herself sink into it.

She slouches to bury her nose into the water, inhales to feel the sting—

And there’s no beautiful song that curls gently around Toph’s skin. There’s no salt in the water that she’s grown so used to smelling. There are no scales slipping against her legs.

“Fuck,” Toph murmurs because she hates this, hates feeling this way. 

‘

When Toph hears him one December afternoon, just a whisper at the back of her mind, she pivots off the street and walks until her cane is tapping against sand. There are a few others on the beach in spite of the weather, but his dulcet hymn leads her farther and farther away from the general public. She stops at a patch of large rocks, her heart skipping at the sound of a tail splashing.

“You stupid, stupid fish,” Toph says, but she’s smiling so wide that it actually hurts. The answer she receives is a happy trill, the noise echoing that of a friendly dolphin. “There are people here.”

“I found an alcove nearby,” Aang lifts his hand from the water, wiggling his fingers at her. “Come with me? No one will find us there.”  

“How did you even find me?” And, fucking hell, navigating through these jagged rocks is really something Toph should not be doing, but she finds his hand halfway and tangles their fingers together.

“Sokka helped me figure out where China was. Oh, he wants to meet you by the way! He thinks you’re cool.”

“For a human?”

“In general,” Aang says, sounding so happy. “But yeah, for a human too.”

Aang carefully lures her into the water and it’s fucking cold, but he’s pressing warm kisses to her mouth, so much that she doesn’t mind that she’s wholly surrounded by the sea in the dead of winter.

[i-did-this-for-her]

Nadia’s appreciation week 👀

Day 1: Bath 💦

Unlike any other day, the Palace was quite peaceful.

Of course, you could hear chatter, doors being opened here, doors being slammed there. But as the evening came, as the sun died little by little, so did the clamor.

It was well after dinner time and our little servant was still working in the hall fraught with grand windows. More exactly, she had to wipe clean the glass until it gave the illusion that the windows are non existent.

It was hard labor to do so, no matter what part of the Palace it was. It’s almost impossible when you’re struck by “luck” to be assigned to take care of the Countess’ wing. Who was the lucky one this month? Curly. One of the youngest member of the staff but she was also among one of the most hardworking ones. The brunette was hired not too long ago and it did not take much time for her to be assigned to take care of her ladyship’s wing alongside Portia.

They became friends very quickly, maybe due to the fact that they had lots of things in common. Both curly haired, kind, loving and more importantly... both have a special place into their ruler’s heart. Tough only Portia is aware of it. Her and Nadia go way back, a beautiful friendship has blossomed between them.

Curly wasn’t aware of how much she means to their ruler but she knew she has been observed by the Countess.

Countess Nadia Satrinava is... she is everything. From appearance to character, she was divine. Of course, nothing is ever perfect, she did have her flaws. But we can say that she is the nearest person to perfection. There isn’t one thing that Curly doesn’t like or anything she wouldn’t want to touch. ‘If only-‘

Her thoughts were cut short with the slam of a door. The sound was followed by the oh-too-familiar click-clack of heels.

“oh boy” Curly muttered.

She tried to resume back to her work, she really did but her body did not respond to her brain’s commands.

It was not the first time that her Excellence had this effect on the brunette. We all know that Nadia can be very... intimidating. But there’s also something else that draws the poor girl near her.. some strange aura from whose claws you won’t escape. Ever. It was wrong. It was so very wrong. Her breath became erratic and she could not help it. The only thing she was able to do was to grasp the little woodeb cross that rested on her sternum and ask for forgiveness.

Even if her chambers were close to where the young servant was cleaning, it felt like forever for the Countess to appear in the girl’s sight. And when she did...Lord have mercy.

“Curly.” came her suave voice. It was enough to quicken one’s heartbeat.

When you think about Countess Nadia, her fancy dresses often come to mind first. Always elegant, always flowing around her.

That day it was different. She was not wearing any gown. Not even her riding outfit. As simple as it seems, her Excellence was wearing only a see-through robe. But here’s the catch: it’s fancy and it left little room for imagination.

With her ears burning and dried out throat, the brunette managed to murmur her greetings along with a short bow.

“Good evening, Milady!”

‘Keep it together. Don’t mess it up’ she thought.

“Have you by any chance seen Portia? I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

A pang of jealousy hit the girl at the thought that others may have seen her like this. So vulnerable and bare.

She could only shake her head as a response, avoiding the risk of letting a curse slip from between her lips.

Why was she feeling like this? She had no right to be jealous. The Countess was allowed to do whatever with whoever she wants.They are not lovers. If only they would be-

“Are you done?”

‘Did I just say that out loud?’

“Pardon?”

An exasperated sigh came from the Countess.

“Have you finished your work here?”

‘No’

“Yes, Milady.”

“Follow me.” It wasn’t a question or a request. It was an order.

Curly scurried after her, trying to keep the pace. It was a bit hard due to the fact that Nadia had longer legs and, well, the view from behind was mesmerizing.

Curly came to an abrupt halt, almost running into her.They stopped in front of two grand beautiful doors. Her chambers’ doors. One could only dream of being in there with her.

Nadia entered, as gracious as ever. heading straight to the bath doors.

“Portia was supposed to help me with my bath. I guess you could do so too.” she said, a small smile plastered on her face.

Brown eyes got bigger and bigger. Curly could not believe her ears. Helping the Countess have a bath? Her? She stood there, pietrified. It took curly a bit to process the whole situation. Unforunately, Nadia is not one to wait especially after a long tiring day. She turned around and let the robe slip down to her elbows.

With one last glance over her shoulder she adressed the girl.

“Hurry up” and she let the robe fall and pool at her feet. Swaying her hips, she descended into the steamy water. The sight from behind was really something and Curly was very convinced of the fact that she wouldn’t have survived if she would’ve seen the front.

While waiting for further instructions, the young servant enjoyed the view in front of her. The candle lights accentuated Nadia’s features. From her jawline, neck and all the way down to her lower back.

She turns around slowly and gracefully, boring her crimson eyes into a pair of brown ones, waiting. Waiting to receive what she needed. Atenttion.

“Ahem.” her Excellence cleared her throat.

“F-forgive me.” the brunette bowed and proceeded to scoop up the robe and place it on a nearby chair.

She then got near to the edge of the bath, waiting for instructions.

“I uh.. I don’t know what I shou-“

“Take off your clothes,”

For a second, panic quickly raised within the girl.

“It would be easier for you to move around.”

And just like that, under her imperious gaze, poor Curly stripped out of her worn out clothes, leaving on only a pair of shorts and a ragged tank top. Then, she proceeded to descend into the water only to be startled by the Countess’ “Hurry.” The girl slipped and fell into the water, splashing water around.

All the fuss did not delight her but the panic with which the young servant came to the surface and all her apologies did amuse Nadia. Although she was not in the mood for such childish behaviour, she was tempted to play with Curly’s fragile feelings.

Usually, she would start with her hair. But the curiosity of the girl’s next move was too much to bear, so she ordered to have her back washed. The servant executed just as she was told.

Without any other additions, Nadia went to the edge of the bath, resting her head on her hands, raising to the surface, back straight, legs barely seen from above, her body in a weird but revealing position.

Curly had an easier acces to her back, that’s true but also due to that position she could see, well, everything. She could clearly see where her legs start but could not see their ends.

The young servant was too embarassed by now. If she was staring too much, why was she staring? And if she did not stare, why wasn’t she?

She rubbed the other woman’s shoulder blades so slow and careful as if Nadia’s chocolate skin would rip with the slightest scratch. Curly did not want to scratch the masterpiece... unless she was asked to do so.

As she went on, she was lost in Nadia’s back hollow following the course of her body from her neck all the way down to where her rear started, thinking that Nadia was already relaxed enough not to notice. But she forgot to stop.

The young girl’s hand went lower and lower as her eyes could only see forbidden scenes both scandalously erotic and embarassing sensual.

Curly loved Nadia like a goddess but desired her like a whore.

The Countess was not oblivious to the touch, she knew where those hands were headed to. And when she felt that her right buttock was shamefully kneaded she knew where the brunette’s mind was heading too.

“That would suffice.” came a somewhat ferm command. Scary.

Curly knew she fucked up but it was expected due to the fact that she accepted to enter the baths with her bare ruler.

“Is it the water?” asked Nadia.

Curly just blinked, visibly confused .

“Your redness. Is the water too hot?”

“N-not the water.”

Quite an inappropiate dialogue due to the context.

“Portia was a bit more rough.”

“P-pardon?”

“With the washcloth. Harder”

She knew what effect she had on the young servant. She took advantage of it to the fullest.

“Then I.. I will rub harder-“

“That won’t be necessary.” said Nadia as she started to comb her hair with her fingers. And just like that, Curly was back to square one.

The woman has hair. Lots of it. It’s not only it’s length that’s impressive, there is lots of it and it is very very soft. It was hard to wash it all.

By the time the brunette reached the Countess’s scalp, her arms were ready to yield at any moment.

Altough the uncomfortable moments have apoarently passed, due to the exhaustion Curly’s hands put a lot more pression as she massaged the ruler’s scalp earning a devilish moan in response. Was it from the relaxation? Frustration? Or was it because of the smaller hand that descended to her shoulder?

From there, there was only one step to be taken and two possible scenarios. She would either be hanged or she would experience a shameful sensation that will warm her up when remembered.

The young girl’s hand started to travel down, from the shoulder to her forearm, all the way down to her wrists. Nadia did not flinch, did not scream and it did not seem she would do it soon.

Curly was affraid of the moment when her trance will disappear and she will have to face the desecration of the Countess’ sublime body.

Slowly, she proceeded to pull away but was not succesful as her own wrist was caught.

“F-forgive me, Milady! There isn’t room for the shame..”

“Are you only apologizing because that’s polite or because you really are sorry?”

Curly processed the question and when she realized that her wrist was still held firmly, she stated:

“Because that’s polite. I will never regret what I’ve seen and felt tonight, Countess. And if I won’t be forgiven for my acts, then I shall let the sin be fulfilled.”

“Then so be it. All of us, we will be punished for our actions. Let’s sleep well the night before the judgement day.”

The brunette did not even hear the rest of the sentence as Nadia’s hands cupped her face and pulled her head into one of the wrongest moment of her life.

Both their lips did not leave room for air and their bodies for regret.

It could’ve gotten far, but it didn’t. Those minutes, hours, seconds or whatever where filled with hungry kisses and warm looks.

The desire was clearly present but none of them seemed to rush.

Their bodies were either to take advantage or to rot while waiting for their turn.

The only moment their lips parted was was when the Countess whispered into the brunette’s ear devilishly:

“Brace yourself to face the consequences, dear.”

And even if she was afraid, her head low, her being full of shame she managed to murmur

“Can this be considered a sin?”.

Pulling away, there was room for only a gesture. Curly placed a small kiss on Nadia’s bare shoulder.

The Countess seemed to float alongside the steam, getting out of the bath, putting on that cursed robe and before she closed the door, she looked over the very shoulder that was kissed.

“It will be our sin.”

And just like that, the young servant was left there, lost into the steam trying to guess if the next day she will be exiled or if her deepest fantasy will start to blossom.

@nadia-appreciation-week-2019