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girls' night
Since it's vacation season… how about Farah and Alexr going on a camping trip together? 😄 Give me all the camping clichés: setting up the tent, gathering firewood, a campfire under the stars, making s'mores, fishing (or attempting to), hiking, stargazing… I don't know I've never actually been camping myself, so I'm probably romanticizing the whole thing.😭
I'll admit I realized this would have to be a true 3k+ word oneshot as I was writing so I apologize for the truncated version. But it is On My Mind!
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"I do not think you know how to set up a tent," Farah grimaced as Alex wrestled the nylon beast into submission. The tent held on its poles for approximately half a second before collapsing into a heap in front of him.
"I know how to set up a tent," Alex growled, crouching in front of the mess. He tugged the tent off its poles once more. "It's just... a shitty tent."
"I've managed with shittier," Farah fought an amused smirk as Alex shot her a baleful look over his shoulder. "Here," she knelt next to him, carefully sheathing the poles, "maybe you need to take a moment."
Alex said nothing as he stood, pacing to the cooler and angrily cracking open a can of beer. He sighed, running a hand through his already wild hair.
"Now I understand why my dad used to get so pissed," he said after a long draw from the can, "tents were even shittier back when I was a kid."
"Mm," Farah finished securing the last pole in its post. She stood, wiping dark earth from her knees and made her way back to the bed of the truck, dragging out the half-rolled, half duct-taped air mattress Alex had insisted was part of the experience. She unrolled it, grimacing at the pump attached to it. "Alex," she turned, "this is an electric pump."
"Yeah," he turned, blue eyes uncomprehending.
"We are in the woods," Farah dipped her chin, waiting for the coin to drop.
"Yeah," he replied guilelessly.
"...there are no electrical outlets in the woods," she dipped her chin further. Alex's mouth dropped, then snapped closed.
"Oh," he took a beat, and then sighed, "I'm an idiot."
"No, no," Farah shoved the useless mattress back into the truck, "just overeager, maybe," she rested a hand on his forearm, fighting the near ever-present amusement that seemed to sprout up when Alex was near, "or perhaps too soft."
"Soft?" Alex squawked, "I'll show you soft, you-" He wrapped his arms around her middle, dropping his can of beer in the process. Farah laughed as he swung her in a wide arc, braid swinging behind her. Buoyed, Alex set her back on the hardpack earth. "Alright, so maybe nostalgia won out over common sense."
"Common sense is not all that common," Farah's eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him, arms looping around his neck. They stood there for a moment, matching tenderness before Farah pulled away. "So, we sleep on the ground. Nothing we haven't done before. I am more curious about s'mores, anyway."
"S'mores are for once the sun goes down," Alex said with a solemnity the moment absolutely did not warrant.
"Then what do we do next?"
Alex's eyes gleamed, "Campfire."
"See, if you break them and they're completely brown inside, that's the good stuff. Any hint of green and they'll smoke us out of the campsite."
Farah nodded indulgently. She did love Alex, she did, but he had a habit of thinking she'd never seen, sniffed, or eaten anything but sand.
"I see," she replied, "thank you, Alex. I've only ever used old two by fours and rebar."
He had the wherewithal to look mildly ashamed, tips of his ears turning pink, when he realized how it sounded.
"Sorry," he ducked, his grin apologetic, "I guess I'm just parroting how my dad used to talk to me on these trips."
"Well," she bent to pick a few more twigs off the ground, "I suppose I can forgive it. For now."
As they relaxed in their camping chairs around the campfire, the sun beginning to dip into the tree line, Farah briefly marveled at just how different the quiet here was. No glancing up at the skies except to peek at the pink deepening to purple. No readying a rifle or sleeping with one eye open.
She settled and resettled in her seat, feeling altogether naked without her sidearm. She only paused when she felt Alex's gaze on her. Uncertainty furrowed his brow as he watched her cross and uncross her ankles. She waved him off with a flash of a reassuring smile, settling once more.
"Alright," he sighed, patting his thigh, "if you aren't going to relax over there, I'll get you to relax over here."
"Alex," Farah replied, scandalized, "I'm a grown woman, I am not sitting in your lap."
"No?" He raised his eyebrows, "But what about when you were so cold back in-"
"That was different," she crossed her arms, frowning exaggeratedly, "the temperature dropped very quickly and my clothes weren't appropriate."
"Mhm," he cocked his head to the side and gave his thigh another pat. Farah sighed, pushing herself up from the chair (with no small amount of effort - why was it so deep?) and stood in front of him, hands on her hips. Alex waited patiently.
She sighed again and threw her leg over his lap, settling easily over him. He leaned forward, nuzzling her nose and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.
"Wanna know the best part of camping?" He murmured salaciously.
"Do tell," she replied.
"Nobody can hear you scream," and with that he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist with another loud laugh as he carried them both toward the tent.
To Be Continued (as I'm at work and cannot bring myself to write smut where someone will see it.)
I think the most offended I have ever been on behalf of a fictional character lately was for Farah Karim Call of Duty, where some rando on reddit/youtube was like "yeah I don't really like her she's got kind of a unrealistic backstory."
Alex BLOPS Mason was NOT turbo double tortured into killing the president and also hallucinated an entire guy for you to say Call of Duty characters have “unrealistic backgrounds.” Unrealistic Backgrounds are PART of the big fancy explosive military propaganda cinematic shooter thing!
How dare you! How dare you!
”one bed isn’t that bad…we’ll make the best of it”
Farah Karim, she is your boss, AU, sub x dom, one bed trope, lesbian relationship, work trip together, she is flirty, boss x assistant, 18+
Sorry if there’s typos!
Farah was peacefully laying on your shoulder as she slept, her soft breathing against your ear yet you could hardly hear because of jet lag. You had been on this plane so long you forgot to pop your ears so you could actually hear properly. The sky was never ending as you flew the there the clouds and blue sky for almost a three hours straight.
You felt relief when the airplane wheels scrapped against the pavement and the airplane jumped as you finally landed by the airport. You gently shake Farah’s arm and she wakes up groggily. Looking around before stretching. “Are we here?” You nod before getting up to grab the both of your luggage.
Thankfully you were in first class so you didn’t have to do much hassle with other people avoiding your space down the small isle. Just as you were about to grab farah bags she came behind you, her hands over yours and your back against her chest. You felt your face heat up.
“Hey…l had it..l didn’t need your help…” she smirks. “I know, I just wanted to do that. Let’s go before we miss our lyft” you both walked which seemed like endless miles. Then you finally get outside and the hot Florida sun hits the both of you. Your water from the plane was hot so that was useless.
After ten minutes your lyft finally pulls up. Maybe they will have ac in the car. You pick up the bags with all your might but only get one in the car. “You don’t have to do that, that’s what he’s here for. Come on get in.” She points to the lyft driver that is easily putting the bags in the trunk. You reluctantly get in the car and sit next to her. Your body relaxes as the cold air is a stark change from the blazing sun outside.
“You know…you don’t have to do everything for me. You’re my assistant not my maid.” you slightly frown. “I know that…l’m just being helpful…but l should still care about you outside of my job right? That’s a normal thing to do…right?” Farah smiles and looks out the window.
“You’re hopeless.” You roll your eyes. When you get out the car you are greeted with a sky scraper that the sunlight releases off of. She grabs your hand and leads you inside where the inside is even more impressive than outside, rose gold accents and luxurious furniture with crystal clear chandeliers hanging by the bar and check in desks.
As Farah was checking in the both of you in you are looking around in awe. This was a lot for a work trip. A servant comes up to you asking for your bags. “May l? They will be taken up to your room.” You hand him your bags along with Farah’s suitcase and he walks off. This building was awfully busy.
When Farah was done talking she turns around to you. “We won’t be back till midnight. We have busy schedule. But you of all people must know that right?” She laughs as you rush to catch up to her. Her legs were so long. And she definitely did not lie when she said not being back until midnight.
Looking at new fashion lines. Partnering with luxury brands. Back to back meetings, reviewing new model looks and collections, fixing things and criticism with no food or sleep definitely took a toll on you. But somehow she remains as calm and confident as ever. You never knew how she did it.
You were absolutely exhausted by the end of the day, small food breaks, writing notes down all day and being used a human shopping cart. All you wanted to do was shower and eat and go to bed. The car was dark. The ride home was silent. Farah open the door with the key card. The bedroom is gorgeous. Marble floors, warm light a beautiful view of the city and a spacious shower with glass doors.
There was one problem. Only one bed. You sighed. You can’t sleep with your boss of all people. “I’ll go to the front desk, see what can be done.” She grabbed your hand before you could go. “One bed isn’t that bad…we’ll make the best of it. Come on. I know you’re tired.” You almost whine. “But…you’re my boss..” “is that a bad thing?” She crosses her arms giving you a skeptical look.
“No…l just…well that’s unprofessional.” “I’ve had you take care of me outside of work when l was sick and it was your off day.” She laughs. “You really care about being professional that bad?” She walks in the room and sits on the bed. A pink little bag sits beside her.
“Anddd…l also need you to model something for me..” your eyes raise. Farah has made you model some questionable things. “What is it?” She pulls out the most skimpy piece of black fabric ever. “What the hell is that? How do you even put that on? You want me in dental floss?” Farah laughs.
“I’m not forcing you..but none of the models are brave enough to actually wear this. And l need to know if l want this in the collection or not so..you make things a bit easier..” you roll your eyes. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” You grab the lingerie from her hand go in the bathroom to change. You had a hard time figuring this out. You looked in the mirror. Your tits were out. Full blown tits just showing.
You came out. Black stilettos and the skimpy piece of fabric covered your stomach that left your boobs out of the picture. You took your hair down. Farah sat on the bed looking at you with only lust. “Come here.” You stood between her legs. She grabbed your waist. Making comments about what needed to be changed.
“You look amazing in this…you should keep it on for longer. Maybe until l say you can take it off.” you bit your lip. You straddled her. She put her hands on your hips. “Do you still care about being professional?” She looks up at you. You nod no.
She kissed you softly. You kissed her back, more harshly your hands holding her brown hair. She opened her mouth and put her tongue in yours. The both of your tongues lapping each other, saliva dripping down the both of your mouths do to the kiss being so sloppy.
She laid down with you on top of her. “fuck me.” you quickly begin to tear her clothes off. Messily unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her plump breast being held by a red Lacey balconette bra. You pulled it down and, her naked tits right in front of you, was this really yours? You pinched her left nipples and licked around her areola. She threw her head back, a loud whiny moan leaving her mouth, she tangled her fingers in your hair. Wrapping her legs around you while grinding against you.
Kissing her neck. You took off the tight fabric, she moved her hand down and began pumping her fingers in and out of you. A strangled moan left you as you laid on top of her riding her finger. “I…l want two..please..m” “so greedy. Why do you think you deserve two sweetheart?”
“I’ve been doing a good job today…haven’t l?” Your breathy voice in her ear as you begged her for another finger. “I suppose..” she ended up pushing two fingers into your tight pussy. Your back arched. Three fingers. She pumped her fingers so fast you pussy would surely be sore. The slick sounds of your folds against her fingers. You became dumb as you chased your high. Riding her fingers so fast, your tits chafed against her. Your hot breath on the side of her neck.
You writhe when you feel yourself coming. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. A loud cry leaving your mouth open. You finally relax, blissed out after your orgasm. Laying limp against her as you gently road out the shockwaves. “That’s a good girl…”
You look at her and smile. “Was l good for you?” She happily nods before opening your mouth. The lose of geingers made you whimper. She had you lick them clean before she tucked you in, you close your eyes as she lays behind you fucking you asleep with her fingers again.
When you woke up the next morning your pussy was still puffy and sore from last night. But Farah made sure to lick it better. Her warm tongue was surprisingly helpful to your poor lips.
can somebody who is good at cod help me with raid episode 4 please 🥹🥹🥹 i dont have anyone to play with
stop i was doing the raid with some people and they were so nice but my game kept glitching and it kicked me out after like 2 hours of playing (i was STRUGGLING)
i feel so bad now🙁🙁