yvonnie

TT: honeyolive_ Farah is my bae

[yvettel444]

✎ᝰ. | It’s your junior year in college and you’ve been doing good to say the most, just that there’s this one teacher you can’t keep your eyes to yourself about. Your English professor, she’s a very smart woman and always leaves validating notes on your papers.

This didn’t just happen over night, your English professor “Ms.Karim” says since the first day she saw you in her class she knew “that you seemed like you could impress me.” Ever since she said it there was no way you were going to disappoint her, losing her praise would make you feel empty. You loved her endearing smile when you handed in a good essay or assignment.

Other classes were okay, but what you really occupied yourself with was English. You were early most of the time knowing Ms. Karim didn’t like late students. During the lessons you’d often detach yourself and only focus on Ms.Karim

Biting your lips then licking them and messily wipe the saliva off before chewing your pointer finger. Crossing your legs and fiddling with your skirt. Your eyes were focused on her back. The shirt she was wearing highlighted her back muscles, you wondered how a professor like her got so jacked. Didn’t matter, you were enjoying the view when you suddenly let out a small exhale that sounded like a moan.

You looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Everything looked fine. You were relieved, then felt guilty and held the small gold cross pendant of your necklace in your hand. You remember your parents telling you not to get influenced so easily, and “be a good girl” you knew they didn’t want you to come home a lesbian. They weren’t bigots to a big degree just tried to “shield you away from the world.”

Sometimes you did feel guilty for having thoughts about women while wearing your necklace but as you grew up you were slowly starting snap out of it and it didn’t weigh as much as it did to like being romantically attracted to women.

The only problem was you were an awkward young adult. Sitting under trees writing lesbian smut while other people your age had lunch inside and actually socialized. You were pretty, but that was just the outside. No one knew that you tried to play with yourself in the shower once and you looked like a dying fish. Or about that time a girl pulled your hair accidentally (somehow) and you moaned.

Let’s just say you were a perverted, closeted freak that got crushes on older women.

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After Farah bruised your cervix with her strap you were mad at her until it healed, even though she had to apply your healing cream on you every night for two weeks straight you never forgave her. You couldn’t walk how you wanted to with being in pain or use the bathroom without hurting.

Farah felt tremendously bad and she wanted to do anything she could to make up for it, but you kept pushing her away. Even after it healed you continued to deprive her of sex knowing she was practically a sex addicted when she came home from her missions. Watching her follow you around like a wounded dog was so satisfying.

Farah followed you around in a pathetic way like that would make you forgive her. Her eyes lingered on you whenever you did anything, her needy expression on her face, the doe eyes, her upturned eyebrows. She was silently begging you to fuck her or at least let her eat you out. So after enough days of you ignoring her and how you still were wet for her even thought you were supposed to be ignoring her, you gave in.

“I promised l won’t…do it again mommy..” farah whimpered desperately as you rode her with her hands tied up above her.

“Never again Farah?” You breathed in her ear.

“mm..never’agains…promises..” her words slurred as you fucked her dumb. You had never seen her so submissive before.

“Good girl.” You made your way down to her chest and licked her tits, her back arched up into your touch, aching for it. You came back up to kiss her, stopping for air then going right back at it. Eventually she came.

Her tears fell on your shoulder as she pulled you down, gripping your back. Once she was done shuttering you wiped the sweaty hair off her face.

“So what did you learn Farah?”

She looks down, wanting to shy away from the question until you tilt her head up and she realizes she has no choice. Her doe eyes looking up at you in all their glory along with her after glow. She looked so beautiful right now.

“What l learned was..that l have to be more..gentle with you so l don’t hurt you again..was that good mommy?”

You smiled. “Very good. Now get some rest.” You untied her panties that you used as a belt for her wrists. She was exhausted and fell asleep on your chest.

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Mature content 18+

Farah came home from drinks with her friends after a long mission. Still in her uniform all she wanted to do was lay down and cuddle with her wife.

Only to find you sleep with your underwear down to your ankles. Guess someone got impatient, still. You promised her you wouldn’t touch yourself while she was gone. And look at you know, spent from your own fingers. She grabbed your left hand, knowing that was the one you used.

She brought your hand up to her mouth and sucked on your finger. Tasting you. Then she put it down. Took her clothes off and came behind you, her body was cold against yours. She pulled a strand of hair back from your face and drifted her hands between your thighs, lightly playing with you. You were still wet.

She puts her finger in deep, almost reaching the end of your pussy before she starts moving her finger. The motion slowly wakes you up. You smell her perfume. You relax and start grinding on her fingers. You arched your back, you put your hand over hers, it was becoming too much.

You bit your acrylic nails. Shirt pulled up and and your tits hanging out all while your back is arched against her and your leg is bent open over the other. She kissed your next. Going faster until you came all over her fingers.

“Turn around.” She whispered to you. You moved your body around, facing her.

“Tell me why l shouldn’t grab you by your hair and make you eat my pussy while l suffocate you between my thighs? Hm?”

You were still have asleep. “Because..yawn” you couldn’t finish your yawn before she gagged you with two fingers. You choked.

“I’m sorry..don’t be angry..you were taking too long and l just c—“

You were cut of by the brutal force of her cunt against yours. You arched up against her. Your toes curling against her back. She had one of your thighs against her hips. She a sharp grip. She could hear the sloshy noises your pussy made against her.

“Look at you. You hear that?” She brought you faster against her. “That’s your sopping wet cunt making a mess all over me. Shes always being so needy.”

You whined. You felt embarrassed. “You know l don’t like degrading you, but you need to listen when mommy says so. Okay?”

You nod. She continues fucking you though, you were so pathetic for her. Letting her have all the filthy moans she wanted from you and letting her put you in any position. After. You were laying on your stomach the ac hitting your skin just right. Farah is laying on her side rubbing your back.

“You’re so pretty when you let mommy wear you out. Those tired eyes, your needy pleas for more even though can’t remember how many times you’ve cumed.”

She kissed your forehead, grabbing you do you were pressed up against her again. She pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss, while grinding against you.

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Farah and her half smoking “addiction”

You wake up at times and Farah isn’t by your side. It makes you wonder, where is she? You immediately start to worry. Where is your damn wife? The worry leaves your body once you see the silhouette of her outside of your balcony.

She’s leaning against the railing, cigarette in her mouth. Wearing your robe with nothing under. Of course she woke up to take a smoke break even though you both just had sex.

Another thing, during sex sometimes she’ll smoke. She tries not to because she knows you doesn’t like the smoke blowing in your face. But when she’s really exhausted she forgets and fucks you while smoking. Releasing one of your wrist from her hand to adjust her cigarette. Then goes back to holding your wrist while she rides you.

Your hands twitch every time she harshly thrusts up into you. When you come, she tilts her head up exhaling the smoke, a breathy moan leaving her as she also comes too.

The other night after you both were done having sex, you were sitting in her lap naked. Her boobs against your back as her head sat on your shoulders. You fed her a piece of leftover cake. Cheesecake. Yeah sure, it wasn’t what most couples do after sex but it did work up and appetite. You both shared it before going to bed. She had her leg over yours like always.

[yvettel444]

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you. ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

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Farah usually hates leaving her home since she’s a homebody and any other time she has to leave her home it’s because of war or simply her muscles are too stiff from war. So when you tell her you both have a picnic date she had no idea about, her posture physically slumps. She lets out an annoyed groan before complaining how her back hurts and she doesn’t want to. How she wants to stay under the ac and be a lazy wife. Until you drag her out against her will.

The both of you sat on a patchwork quilt with different flower patterns and a bunch of different foods like cherry pastries, sliders, fruit salad and freshly squeezed drinks. Farah watched you rearrange things to make it aesthetically pleasant, she could care less, she just wanted to stuff her face. The sun was nice and warm. Farah didn’t have a problem since she was used to the blazing sun of urzikstan. Farah begins to put two sliders on her plate along with some cheese from your well crafted charcuterie board.

She lets out a satisfied ‘mmm’ sound at your food and gives you an approval nod. You laugh at her before wiping a small piece of bread off the side of her mouth. You grab a slider too. It did taste good. After eating, Farah lays her head on your lap, her eyes squinting from the blazing sun, you give her some shades.

“Thanks baby.” You play with her hair. You feel her relax in your arms, she closes her eyes. You’re warmer than the sun to her. Evanesce takes over the sky and you both are packing up as the sun sets. “That wasn’t so bad” Farah murmured. You give a cocky “l know.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

You close the door and put the picnic basket on the table, you stretch before telling Farah you’re going to go take a bath. She follows you. Only if you knew she’d be also taking a bath with you. The bubble smelled like peach soap. The water softened the both of your skin, making the both of you cling to each other’s softness. Farah kissed your chest and washed your hair. You washed her back. Now you both just sat together, Farah lays on top of you, sleepy.

Her eyelashes tickle you every they drift across your chest to look up and admire you. She kisses you unexpectedly. You both sat up and made your way out the bath. Skin still wet. The sheets dampen as you sit on them. Farah turns the warm light on giving your skin a honeyed hue. You lay down for her.

After, she played with your hair. And you drifted in her arms.

[yvettel444]

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ i purposely invite her over, so what?

You had a small apartment in Brooklyn. It was cozy and affordable, and there was a very winsome landlord of yours. Her sun-kissed skin and her russet colored eyes, along with her alluring voice. It was hard to ignore a woman like that. You basically lied just so she could come to your door.

You curled your hair into a blowout, fluffy and soft just like the night gown you’d be wearing. A light cream colored night gown with layers as for the bodice it was similar to a balconette bra. Giving you some cleavage, with ruffles for straps and a little drawstring in the middle of the chest part, your toes were painted white so as your nails.

You opened the door for her. She observed your outfit before saying anything. It was nice on you but you weren’t her partner, why look so fancy. Her disheveled appearance. The dirty wife beater with stains and baggy dark green pants along with some boots she had while she was in the military.

“You said you had a leaky pipe?” She seemed a little agitated. Farah knew your little games but decided to play it anyways. She walked past you and kneel down to open the cabinet your sink was on top of. She laid on her back with one leg bent. It was muscle memory from all the cars she fixed since she also had a mechanical job on the side. Weird. She didn’t see or feel any water. She unscrewed the pipe. Everything seemed fine. She screwed it back on and came up to see you leaning against the counter.

Stomach against the counter and ass poking out. She could see your black panties, she really was no better than a man. She looked away.

“Did you see anything?” You scribbled invisible drawings into the counter with your fingers. You were such a bluff.

“No. Nothing there.” She looks down then at you.

“Y’know..if you keep lying like this l won’t believe you actually have a problem.” She crossed her arms.

You felt a little hurt. You wanted to keep seeing her. “I’m sorry.” Your face was aflush.

She took a cigarette from the little cardboard box on the counter and lit it. She cleared the smoke before it blew in your face. “You don’t smoke do you?” Why was she reading you so good?

You told her no with a guilty expression. “They were for you.” “You don’t even know me, lm just your landlord and you buy things for me?” She laughs.

“You wear these..cute little, tempting outfits just for me. Please tell me you don’t have a husband.”

You quickly assure her you don’t.

“Good. Now, l want you to stop reporting me just cause you’re crushing on me. And you don’t have to wear these costumes for my attention..l think you’re already a gorgeous woman. A kissable one.”

Farahs gaze softened. You became bashful of the thought that you were kissable to her. A smile formed involuntarily.

She blew the cigarette out on your chest. It burned in a sweet way. She kissed the mark and left. You bit your acrylic nails like a lovesick girl.

Noooo this isn’t inspired by bound..what???

[yvettel444]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. | mature content!

.✦ ݁˖ | Farah and Valeria helps you with your stress.

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Lately, you’ve been working yourself to the bone. You didn’t mean to but you still had a life to pay for. Sometimes you just wished you had good jobs like Valeria and Farah. Well they weren’t exactly your ideal jobs..a commander and leader of las Alma’s. But they got paid millions for it, couldn’t be that bad to be like them for a while right?

You huffed as you realized you couldn’t talk to yourself in your head all day at work and continued to type, endless documents and papers. When your shift was finally over, it was dark outside. You grabbed your things and left, as you were getting in your car, you got a text from Valeria.

A picture of her and Farah having drinks. The flashing light’s made their faces look purple.

“Come join us? We’re lonely without our girl.” You hesitated. It was late and work was early in the morning. But it would be good to finally do something that isn’t work related…you started up the car and drove to the bar. Still in your work clothes. You smiled as you sorted them out in the crowd. Sitting at the bar.

“Hey cariño, how was your day?” She ran her hand through the back of your hair, giving you a soft smile. She was clearly tipsy. That’s the thing with them. You all didn’t know what you meant to each other, friends was definitely not the word but nor was lovers. You sighed.

“It was fine l guess, lots of assholes.” Farah ordered a drink for you, a random special they were having. You talked with them and rambled about your stressful life, of course they listened. But being civilian sounded hard to Valeria. “Why don’t you just join me? Nothing will happen to you and you’ll never have to lift a pretty finger.” Half-joking.

“Don’t listen to that drunk woman. You can come with me, and I’ll really keep you safe habibti.” Farah lifts your chin up before Valeria grabbed you by your shoulders yanking you away from Farah. “She doesn’t need your loser ass job.” Farah rolled her eyes. “Oh and she needs your drug dealing ass?” She snaps back.

Valeria gritted her teeth. She hated when Farah called her a drug dealer. Yeah…that could be the case sometimes but she did way more things than dealing.

“How about..we help our favorite girl with some of that stress. Hm?” Valeria whispered in your ear. They gave you these drunk grins. Were you the only sober one? Guess you’d be driving back home. “And why don’t we go to your place this time? We never go to your house.” Farah suggested.

“Alright..make yourself comfortable.” You put your keys in the small wooden bowl by the door and hung your coat up. You plopped down on the couch and kicked your heels off. Turning on the tv. They observed your apartment, small and cozy with lots of warm lights. Farah and Valeria sat next to you. Leaving you in the middle. Farah begins to play with your hair. It makes your head tingle.

You left out a soft sigh and close your eyes. Farah kneads your thigh, their touches feel so sweet to your tired body. You melt. Feeling relax.

“Habibti…can we go to your room?” Farah asked you. “Why..?”

“To help you cariño..like we said…” Valeria

You knew what they meant by “help.” Things like this had happened a few times. You never minded. You nodded and layed on the middle of your bed. You watched them both take their clothes off, boobs right before you. They laid on either side of you. Why were you always in the middle?

“Okay. Your turn sweetie. Or do you need help” you didn’t need help, but didn’t feel like doing it either. You let them unbutton your shirt and revealed your light pink, lacey balconette bra. Your underwear slid down your legs and fell off the bed. All of you were completely naked. This was normal but you still felt nervous sometimes. Farah climbed on top of you and put one of your legs over her shoulder. She put two fingers up to your mouth and made you suck them before sucking them herself then having Valeria suck.

She caught you off guard when she started pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy. You arch off the bed, your toes curled on her shoulder. It was already too much, you helplessly moan biting your fingers while trying to pushed her hand away. “I know..l know..” she gently pushed your hand away, kissing it.

Valeria licked your tit before letting her spit run down your tits while she sucked them. A sharp whine came from you. You grabbed her head. She nibbled on you, not enough to hurt but you’d still feel it. Farah took your hands from your mouth and put hers instead while she continued fingering you. She could feel your pussy throbbing under her fingers, you grinded on them trying to cum.

She sped up which made you writhe, he finger nails were a bit long so it hurt..hurted so good. You were already overstimulated, Farah begging to rub your g-spot and you squirted. Farah flinched a little as it hit her cheek. You were embarrassed. It was an accident. But even if so it felt life changing. You had never done that before..your body jerked and you brought her close. Gripping her tight and so did your pussy.

Farah laughed. She wiped it off her face and licks it. Your face was sweaty and soft, you looked so pretty all blissed out. She ran her fingers through your hair before kissing you and rolling over beside you. Then Valeria got on top of you. Putting one of your legs over her hip. Your chest was still heaving from Farah and you were already wet.

Valeria grinded down on you. You grabbed her back and wrapped both of your legs around her, you begin riding her hard. You moan in her ear. She swallowed your moans when she kissed you. Putting your hands above your head and holding them there. When she stops there’s a saliva string connecting your mouth. She licks your neck and sucks it. Giving you hickeys.

You let out a strangled whine as you feel the heat in your stomach and know your close. She sped up and pulled a strangled croak from you. You finally cried out when you felt the cum dripping down your legs. You couldn’t help but cry.

“Oh, love..don’t cry..l know it’s a lot. We’re sorry if we overwhelmed you. We just missed you a lot.”

Farahs nods in agreement with her. After a few more rounds you’re completely worn out. They ring you dry. They clean you up and turn the ac on before you snuggle in between them and get a well deserved sleep.

That is until you woke up in the middle of the night to Valeria’s and Farahs moans and walk in on them fucking each other.

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Soft love with Farah after work . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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After work Farah could definitely come home with a little attitude, but you knew she was just tired and hadn’t been able to let her frustration out on the field so she just kept it in until she couldn’t anymore.

Her bag plopped down on the floor with a soft thud and she kicked her ragged combat boots off, exhaling as if felt like some way had been put off of her shoulders, she went upstairs and called for you.

“habibti? I’m home” there was no reply until she went upstairs to your room and saw you sleeping, tangled up in the covers. Your soft face as you blissfully sleep, god sometimes she wish she could sleep peacefully. She grabs your ankle and shakes you gently, you don’t wake up then she rubs your leg and kisses it.

The kiss tickles which wakes you up. You map out her head on your leg and put a hand in her hair, softly playing with it. “Baby..that you?”

“Mhm..” she kisses up your legs until her mouth lands on your clothed pussy. In cute fold over short shorts with stars. She lays her face on you and looks up at you from above, her doe eyes and thick eyebrows looking up at you secretly asking for permission. You give a tired nod before she’s slipping the little shorts off and pulling your panties down. You lazily open your legs up to her and put them on her back.

She gives a slow long lick on your smooth pussy before you feel her warm wet tongue inside of you, a small whimper escapes your lips, your already trying to suppress your arch. She sucks your opening with slight force, already making mess on herself with you as the saliva runs down her chins as your pussy makes lewd sounds for her. Your back slowly starts to arch of the bed as you move more into her mouth needing more friction. You lazily put your hands in her hair trying not pull but it gets the best of you tug a little.

She swirls her tongue against you, feeling your stomach cave in and get hot. You can tell she’s sucking right on your g-spot stimulating the fuck out of you and damn it feels good, your brain starts to go fuzzy as she fucks you so slowly but good. Her sloppy tired movements going in and out creating saliva strings from your pussy. You feel her nose brushing up against you practically teasing your clit

Your eyes fluttered, a soft broken moan came out as your grip the bedsheets and your toes start curling inward on her back, quietly over stimulating your clean shaven cunt. She takes a hand from her your thigh and brings two fingers up to your mouth for you to suck on. You take them into your mouth and suck.

Your so close to cumming on her nose and tongue, and your still half asleep, needy and overstimulated for her touch, she speeds up and you the heat leaves your stomach while you cum on her tongue tears falling down from the pressure. She slows down and lifts her face up. Grabs a towel from the nightstand and wipes the cum off her face then your swollen cunt. You twitch a little as you’re still sensitive.

She looks at her pretty wife, your shirt is pushed up showing your nice plump tits and your thighs quavering as your pussy glistens with saliva and come. She moves her fingers from your mouth and gives a soft smile like she didn’t ruin you.

“You look so pretty right now baby. You miss me?”

You slowly nod. She gives you something drink and a little break before taking her and your clothes off, facing each other while she has your leg over hers and fucks your pussy with hers, rubbing against you in all the right ways that made you throw your head back and your come drips down her leg. She needed that so damn bad.

She ends up falling asleep between your soft tits.

[yvettel444]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ / 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅， 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎're 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍.

| ⌗ |: 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖺, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼, 𝗐𝗅𝗐，𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗆 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋,

{𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌：𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍. 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒}

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ | 3:39. It had only been ten minutes since you fell asleep and you could already hear the rustling of clothes being put back on, your eyes slowly adjusted to the blue hue in your room that was always there when you knew she was about to leave, you didn’t get up just listened to her tie her combat boots and stare at the nightstand by your bed. You hated when she left. Especially leaving without telling you. You were angry. But you’d argue about it later with her.

: | You lay in your bed after hearing the door slam and close. Your mind replays the argument you and Farah had two hours before this. She was so loud..livid. Her fists got red from how hard she squeezed them and the way you could tell she was biting her tongue as a way to stop the adrenaline she felt leaping into her stomach and hands. You felt the warm streak of water fall from your eyes and end at your mouth, the salty taste of your tears. You went back to sleep in a fetus position.

God, you just wanted her to be good to you.

You woke up again, this time the sun beamed in your face and the room felt warm as the shades made an imprint on the wall, you got up and took a shower. The steam filled the room and the water was calming, after you sat in just your towel scrolling through your phone, it was a message from Farah, you were always a little happy to get a text from her but that quickly vanished as you saw what she sent.

“Last night, l had to leave because.”

“Well, actually it’s none of your business so l won’t say.”

“But can you make sure you buy me a pack of cigarettes?”

10:09

“Sure.”

10:30

You felt a little empty in some way after saying yes when she clearly didn’t prioritize you. You plopped down on your bed as you decided what you were going to wear before putting on a grey long sleeve shirt with black stripes which was off shoulder on both sides and mid-low rise flared jeans with a small black shoulder bag and grabbed your coat, starting the car. You cruised around the small grocery store and picking up pasta noodles and some new recipes you saw, as you were shopping you ran into Farah. She was talking to three women, seems like they were all enjoying their conversation.

You decide to walk up to them just to say hi to Farah and maybe get introduced to her friends. Farah sighed and put her hands in her pocket.

“Hey baby! What are you shopping for?” You always had that warm smile that somehow she managed to destroy, you noticed the three women started whispering to each other in Arabic.

“limadha nadatuk hibibi?” - “why did she call you baby?”

“hal tumaris maeaha 'ayu 'anshitatin?” - Are you doing things with her?

“'ala taeish min 'ajl allah alan? la tastaslim lil'iighra'i, Farah?”- “aren’t you living for god now Farah ? Don’t be tempted.” You didn’t understand but you could guess it wasn’t good since Farah had this guilty- angry expression.

Farah sighed annoyingly, “akhrasi! lan 'afeal 'aya shay' mae hadhih almar'at altaafiha” - “shut up! I’m not doing anything with this nonsense of a woman.”

farah looks at you coldly. “And don’t call me baby, stop embarrassing me.” She muttered that last part before leaving the three women you alone.” You bit your lip as you felt your throat starting to hurt and quickly checked out your things.

You were laying in bed when your room door opened, you jumped. It was Farah. She took her coat off before climbing across the bed towards you and grabbing your face to make out with you, sitting herself on your lap where clothes were discarded quickly. Your soft breathy moans as she rode you and you put your head against her chest. She lifted your head up from her boobs and looked down at your messy hair and needy face before putting two fingers in your mouth for you to suck on.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ | after, you lay in the bed with her while she sits against the headboard, smoking the cigarettes you got for her, she knows you hate the smell but that never stopped her.

“Can you stop? Aren’t we having an intimate moment right now?”

She scoffs. “Intimate moment my ass. Don’t try and be all lovely like your my wife. This is strictly sex, l told you that, didn’t l?”

You swallow, your heart swelled with sorrow. Yes she told you that before but you couldn’t help falling for people who gave you an inch. You somehow thought Farah was sweet in a way after everything. The both of you knew you were pathetic but that never stopped you.

“I’m sorry..” she scoffs again. “She that’s your problem! You always do whatever people say! Always blindly following. You never think for yourself.” She slightly shouts.

“I don’t understand how l could be blindly following someone when you let a God dictate your life and you don’t even know if they actually exist..” you muttered it to yourself but not low enough she couldn’t hear. What you said registered in her mind fast and made her blood boil.

She sat up. “Fuck you.” She puts her clothes on. “You know nothing! What l go through, how l struggle with it! How l feel like someone is always watching my every move and when l lay down with you..and your body is on top of mines..or lm between your legs…” she trails off, her voice shaky.

“I hate that l like it so much. That you’re better than any god. Any man. “ Her teeth clenched when she said it, her eyebrows pinching together.

“I hate that l can’t love how l want too. That l have to hide or think about how my dead family might feel about me having romantic relationships with a woman as a Muslim woman. So don’t fucking say that like you understand anything, you pathetic fucking bitch.”

The door slammed again like last time. And you couldn’t do anything as you felt the anger and finally it exploded on itself in your body.

You cried so hard, your throat hurted, you couldn’t catch your breath and you felt all the pain in the world for some reason you could explain. Maybe you should’ve just kept it as a shower. You balled up your knees to your chest. “I’m sorry…” your breathless voice even though nobody was there.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ | Farah hadn’t talk to you in a good minute. Minute as in two weeks. You felt crazy, desperate driving yourself up the wall knowing you were the cause of everything. You were so desperate without her. You left your house and drove over to hers, you have never been to her place but you needed to fix things. This especially. You knocked on the door once. Then twice. The third time not stopping, you wouldn’t stop until she answered. Your mind raced with every bad possibility.

“What!” She shouts at you then she takes two small steps away like a scared doe hiding from a wolf. She swallows. “What are you doing here..?” Her voice is shaky. Her pupils dilated and taking in your face like she’s in hurry. Almost like you just…triggered her. Maybe you did. The thought of her being scared of you scared you.

You grab her hands. She snatched them back. “Don’t touch me.” Your heart ached at her tone. “ l just want to help..let me help. Please sweetie..”

Sweetie ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

That word, your voice so softly, like that had been the relief she was looking for. Like a soft song sung by a baby’s mother trying to get them to stop crying, she just couldn’t do it anymore. Not by herself. She burst out crying, her breath getting cut off every second. It was a rare sight. You grabbed her, giving a soft hug, her muffled cries in your shirt as you walked into her house and saw the lack of furniture.

Just a couch and tv with a small table and a okay painting job. No wonder she liked your house more. You sat her down on the couch.

“Shh..sh..it’s okay baby. I’m so sorry for what l said. I’ll never hurt you like that again..l know it’s a serious thing for you.” You kissed her fists. She lifted her head up from your chest.

“No..no it’s not your fault. I can’t just expect you to know that lm not on good terms with my sexuality..that lm ashamed to love you..a woman.” That broke your heart. You brought her head to your chest. “Well…if it helps..l leave..forever. Then you can..get a husband and act like you love h—“

“No! Don’t give me that bullshit. I guess I’ll just have to burn because you’re what l want. You’re what l want to marry, you’re what l want to have kids with.” You kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be better okay?” She kissed you.

You ran her a bath and cleaned up her house. She never had anyone wash her hair or take care of like that. After, you both laid in bed. This time not being so rough but more gentle and slow. It actually felt better, and not like a one night stand.

You both were tired and face to face.

“I love you so much..even if l treat you like shit.” She put her hand on your cheek before pulling you close and falling asleep. This time she didn’t leave and stayed the hole night.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Happy Valentine’s Day !

[yvettel444]

Hi guysy 🙉

I saw ur post abt request so I was wondreing if I could request Victoria neuman w/ the reader sorta js chilling together after a long day at work? If u can ofc😋

Yes yes!!! I’m so glad you askedddddddd💕

Btw idk know if you want platonic or romantic relationship so I’ll just try both!

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⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ you lazily lay on the white soft couch with a throw blanket over you, watching the news. The news wasn’t interested in some parts of the world but when superheroes lived in the same world as you it definitely was interesting.

“Oh nice, a supe just accidentally made a building collapse and gives us a half assed apology, how heroic of them.” you sarcastically spoke to Victoria. She sat next to you on the couch before taking off her navy blue suit blazer to reveal the white satin button up under it. She puts her hand on your ankle and slightly massages it.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ “So how as your day? Hm?” You knew she was teasing you about what happened at work today, but dammit you thought she would find out. “What do you mean?”

“Oh you know..how you bent over in that damn skirt with the slit in the back and it completely ran up ripping your skirt into two and you had to wear some red baggy pants for the rest of the day? Hm? Ring a bell?”

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ You face palmed. She found out everything, you hated it. The shit was so embarrassed you wanted to be carried out in an ambulance earlier. A low mutter of a cheese came out.

“Huh? I can’t hear you sweet.” You suddenly blurted.

“Wanna play uno!” She was confused but agreed.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ You decked the cards after arguing who should for cheating reasons. It was an intense match. You out were equally good and it all led to this moment. You had three cards she had one. The color was blue, you had a yellow and green she had blue and red. She puts on a cold face knowing damn well she doesn’t have a chance.

“You looked so pretty in your skirt today y’know” a smug voice with her damn smirk.

“Shut up, don’t try and distract me.” You put your green card down. “UNO!”

Victoria bit her lip as she knew she was going to lose, she hated losing.

“20 dollars if you let me win.” Of course she tried bribing you. You were annoyed she thought you take her offer so easily. Then you slammed your last card down.

“UNO OUT!” She rubs her temples. You laughed taking in her annoyance over a damn uno game.

“Upstairs now. Turns off the lights.” What you couldn’t see was under her hand she was biting her lip.

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Hope it you liked! I’m still new to tumblr so…

[yvettel444]

Request please (Farah Karim & Victoria nueman) + no weird shit please, smut is fine

[yvettel444]

.ᐟ.ᐟ You keep scratching your girlfriends back

When you and Farah finally had time to yourself it got..intense, pulling hair, grabbing it, practically swallowing each others faces…you know.

But one thing you couldn’t stop doing was scratching the woman’s back. Your finger nails digging into her skin then bring them down leaving red marks across her back. You never ment to hurt Farah she just knew what she was doing. Sometimes when you realize your scratching her back you get a little worried that you might be hurting her so you move your hands to a different place but the always end up on her back again.

One morning after having one hell of a night. You woke up to Farah not being next to you. You were light headed as you quickly got out of bed to find Farah. You smelt bacon and chocolate waffles. You went downstairs to the kitchen and got flashed with Farah cooking without a top in just her underwear.

You weren’t complaining. Until you saw her back. Your hands lightly touched the scars on her back, you wondered if they burned.

“Hey…baby? Do my scratches ever hurt you..?”

“Sometimes. But l tell you when it hurts. Why? You care about them?”

Farah saying that it hurts sometimes made your heart ache a little. You’d never want to put her in pain.

“Of course l care..l don’t want to hurt my girlfriend..I’ll get some ointment okay? I’m sorry..” you rest your head by her shoulders, kissing her then grabbing her boobs from behind. They are soft like always. You circle around her areola. It tickles to her.

“Hey stop or l’m gonna burn this damn bacon”

“I got distracted…” you awkwardly laughed.

[yvettel444]

WHEN I SEE A FANFIC AND IT SAYS FARAH BUT ALEX ALSO SO ITS A FARALEX AND NOT FARAH X READER WLW🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🫩😢😢RAHHHHHH also don’t feel like writing anything

[yvettel444]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠."

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅

: # | 18+ , reader is a ballerina , older woman & younger woman!, Farah Karim, legal age gap. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

˚ ༘♡ | As long as you could remember pursuing the life of a ballerina was all you ever wanted. The tutus, the shoes, hair, the clothes the everything. It was you. After leaving college a little later since you majored something a little bit difficult you were 24 leaving college. You stayed at your parents place before buying a house of your own, then finally your job. A professional ballerina.

3 years later.. ˚ ༘♡

You were now at the top of your class. You played in most of the shows held. You’ve been in different countries, and also you were gaining a bit of popularity in the outside world. Everything was working out. Except for the little bitches in your class that were constantly staring like they wanted to skin you. But you couldn’t blame them. Every one likes a little special attention right? The spotlight on them. That is the relationship you had with Ms. Karim. You were both special to each other and the woman and your class saw and acknowledged it.

Today. A girl poured milk on your hair. It was cold as it ran down your back. “That’s what you get for being a little slut for Ms.Karim. Bit—“

The woman was cut off by Farah calling her name. “My office. Right goddamn now.” She was stern with the woman. You didn’t see her for the rest of the day. But now everyone was packing up to go home.

“I thought we’d agreed you’d be staying late for practice since you have an upcoming show. Darling.”

“Oh, yes you’re right. Must’ve slipped my mind.” She grabbed a chair and sat down. The music played in the room. She watched you danced while smoking a cigarette.

“No sweetheart. Stop pointing your toe at that part. I’ve told you a milion times.” She came behind you, grabbing your waist. Then looking at you in the mirror. “Again” she’d had been working you all night. You didn’t what she asked. After the 10th “again” left her mouth you pleaded.

“Please..Ms. Karim no more..lm sleepy..” you sounded pathetic but you just couldn’t.

“Mmm. Is my favorite thing tired? Hm, I guess l did work you a lot tonight. But you can handle a little more. Yeah?” She sat on the floor.

“Take the clothes off. Leave the shoes on.” You listened. This wasn’t the first time. The clothes fell down your legs as you left your point shoes on.

“Mm. Good girl. Now sit here.” You sat in her legs facing the mirror. She put her face in your neck. You know that girl was just jealous of you right? Just a stupid bitch. Your perfect baby.” She lifts your chin up before kissing your neck. You whimpered. Your legs pressing together. She pulled your legs apart with ease before shoving her hands in your already wet pussy and circling your clit.

You threw your head back on her shoulder. “Oh! Farah..l don’t want..anyone to hear..mh..” “nobody’s here my sweet. Just enjoy it.”

She vigorously pushed her fingers in and out of your pussy. You grinned on them. You catches a glimpse of your in the mirror. Eyes low, hair messy.

“See how needy my girl gets when she feels good? That’s right look in the mirror. A fucking mess.” She only egged you on. You came across the perfect spot and quickly rode it. You hands held the floor and became sweaty as you were on your hands and knees trying to get this heat trapped inside out. Farah just watched your ass move back n forth in front of her. Giving your ass a slap. You smirked and bit your lip.

Then pulled you back in her lap. Grabbing your boob. Before going down an sucking it nibbling it. You whimpered. It was a little painful but you could take it. Farah moved her hand a certain way and everything just came down on her fingers. You finally relaxed. She kept her fingers there before pulling them out, it ached. You wish she could stay there.

She looks at you through the mirror before putting her fingers in your mouth. Your puffy lips wrapped around them before sucking on them. She smiles as she looks from behind your shoulder. “Make sure you clean it good pretty baby.”

“Pretty baby” only made you want to ride her fingers again. She pulled them out of your mouth. Spotless. She wiped the saliva on her pants.

“That was amazing sweetheart, you want me to drop you off now or you wanna come with me?”

“You…” you whined.

“Okay but put your clothes on. Yeah?” She kissed the back of your neck.

[yvettel444]

♡ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ (𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒌 - 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒄)

: # | praise, fem reader, wlw, Farah Karim, smut.

𝜗ৎ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── 𝜗ৎ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ── 𝜗ৎ ⋅ —

Farah loved to spoil her girl, even if it meant giving you all the money she had, she didn’t give a damn you were her angel, something special and beautiful. You were the complete opposite, you loved everything pink and was deep with your feminine side. Meanwhile Farah bought whatever was functional, not caring about the looks.

You and Farah hadn’t been dating for long, about a month and a half. You had the best of times together, she was so soft with you despite her being all up tight at work. She let you do her hair, her makeup too even though she didn’t like wearing it. You bake cookies with her, watch movies, cry in her lap at night because you didn’t want her to go back to her job.

You were happy with her, she was happy with you. But thats about how far you both got in your relationship, as in you both haven’t had sex yet. Well, Farah had a few experiences but that’s was about it, she wasn’t lustful woman, yes it could get lonely but she still respected herself. But you..you were just so sweet to her, you were all she wanted. And she was getting a bit restless waiting. The urge to not look at your ass whenever you wore those skirts was tearing her apart.

You had caught her plenty of time looking at you like you’re her next meal. You actually had caught her playing with herself one morning while you were doing laundry.

“Hey baby did you need— oh! Im sorry!” You hurriedly closed the door. She quickly tried to close the laptop but by the time she did you were already out the door. She sighs, she felt like she had scarred you or something. Dinner that night was awkward.

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Farah lies in bed as you take your shower. After some time farah hears the water stop, yet you don’t come out. When you do, your in a long pink see through tulle material robe. The end of the sleeves have big pink fur on them and at the end of the robe— fluffy pink fur stands out at the bottom also, it was very dramatic. You didn’t have any on under but small white underwear. You walked towards farah, dragged your hands across her body.

“I’m ready..farah..” you were nervous but you wanted this. The light was warm and dim making the setting perfect.

Farah said a hurried okay left her lips, she undid the robe and watched it fall of of you. Your body bare in front of her. She begins to take her clothes off too. Once they are off she kisses you. Slow and gentle, then bites you bottom lip before tongue kissing you. A small moan left your lips as you quickly put your hands in her hair. She grabbed under your thighs and picked you up, putting you on the bed. Adjusting herself in between your legs.

“God..baby, you’re soaking wet for me..did my malak want this for a bit of time? Hm?” She rocks her pussy against yours. Intertwining her hands with your as she pushes your hands into the sheets.

You threw your head back letting out a needy moan, wrapping your legs around her. Your gummy walls smearing all your wetness in between the two of you, farah tilted her head back, bucking against you harder and faster this time, she rasped a moan out as the feeling finally started to get to her. The thrill of finally fucking you fills her stomach with excitement.

You wraps your arms around her neck pulling her closer to you. Both of your tits smooshed together. She kisses you gripping your hands as she moves impossibly fast.

“Close..so fuckin close..” her breath against your puffy lips.

“Yes..yes..yes..” in a breathy voice. Farah’s eyebrows tilt up. You watch her face, you getting turnt on seeing how much she wants this. She your leg over her shoulders. Angling her pussy at the perfect spot for you, you grab her back as your toes clenched.

“Mm..right there honey..please..”

She continued hitting the spot until you both shuttered with extortion and came. Your moans synchronizing as the sparks ran through both of your bodies. Farah cursed in Arabic. You cried out for her. She rubs your thighs as she rides your climax out for you.

“Mhm..don’t cry habibti..lm here..” she kissed you softly.

“Now..does my girl want a bath? So l can clean her off? Yeah?”

You tiredly nodded. You both got a well deserved sleep.

[yvettel444]

Me writing for my 4 followers (maybe even less) I WILL BE THE RISE OF MORE FARAH FANFICS/ FAN APPRECIATION!! And also, get it? Because like it’s vicious Neumann and not only did she play her but she also played Farah?? So like get?? They’re basically the same person?? Yeah? No..wtv.

Should l right about Victoria Neumann 😏?? Bye the emoji is making me feel like a creepy man okay bye.

[yvettel444]

: ̗̀➛ : 𝖥𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍

┊𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴:┊𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌， 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌/𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌，𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅uff.

┊𐌔𝖴𐌑𐌑𐌀𐌓𐊲┊𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆．

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“I’m outside.” You were in bed under the covers after a calming bath when your phone buzzed and glowed.

2:57. What the hell was she doing calling you at basically three in the morning? Your eyes adjusted to the bright light of your phone and you read her message. Outside? What? You plopped your head back in the pillow wanting to ignore her. But then you eventually got up to her outside your window on a motorcycle. You bang on the window to get her attention.

“When did you get a motorcycle?” Your scratchy voice shouts at her.

“A month ago. Now put your clothes on.”

You quickly threw on some miss me low rise boot-cut jeans, a basic white baby tee and an oversized leather jacket with some mechanic name logo on it. You stole it from some guy in your family. Quickly put your shoes on and left. Your hair was a bit puffy but you’ll survive. Farah was sitting on the motorcycle. The light of her phone seen on her face until she looked up and saw you.

“Cute. But you’re gonna freeze”

Farah was wearing a sage green hoodie and also a leather jacket. A shorter than yours and had more pockets. Her curly strands of hair poking from under the hoodie. You grabbed a helmet and sat down behind her. Purposely pressing against her and holding her hips. She put her helmet on.

“No place particularly. Unless you just want me to take you back upstairs and then we can both lay in your bed.”

You laughed. Then suddenly she pulled off. Keeping her foot on the petal. The gas having a loud start up as you quick traveled from on place to another. You gripped her waist tight. You’ve never been on a motorcycle before. And when did she know how to ride one? It was peaceful when you didn’t have the sunken feeling in your stomach. The night was breezy and the streets wet, the wind traveling on either side of you being left behind. She stopped by an empty mall garage and went up to the very top where you could see most of your town.

“You know. Up here makes this place look like New York or something. This stupid town is so big but boring. Everything fancy looking is for work.”

One hand in pocket the other up to her mouth with a cigarette in between her fingers. She looks at the lights down below.

“So just ignore me? Why did you even want to come out so late anyways?” You grabbed the cigarette from her and inhaled. She stands in front of you as you blow the smoke right in her face and put the cigarette out on the ledge. Farah grabs you face. Her hands are cold as she bites your bottom lip before kissing you. You pull her close by her waist. After five minutes you both stop, breathing heavily.

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Your fingers are greasy from the salty dish of fries in the red little basket. Farah watches you as she eats her burger.

“You should watch it it’s soooo good l couldn’t even explain it!”

“We’ve watched your chick flicks thousands times. I’m tired of legally blonde.” She complains. It’s true but still, she could be a little nicer. You also eat your burger. The lights are warm and dim. The wooden walls have a variety of different frames and items. Signed sports balls, 3d fish and a fake deer head along with some other things a man in his 50’s might enjoy.

You want to hold her hand but you can’t. Not in your bigotry town. She senses this. “C’mon let’s go.”

Farah drives you home and you let her stay the night. After a warm shower together you put lotion on while sitting on the bed. Then you stop and think. About this town you hated so much didn’t have enough to move. She sits behind you. Wrapping her arms around you.

What’s on your mind love?

“At the restaurant..”

She sighs. Then rubs your arms. Kissing your shoulders.

“Don’t think to much of it. Just old men in their 50s who still think men do everything.”

She was right. “Don’t worry I’ll get us out of this place. Now c’mon..”

She rubs your thighs.

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