#Fallon Carrington Reader

[kekothe-great]

Dating Fallon Carrington

Fallon Carrington x fem! Reader

warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

•you were poor growing up and you were known to getting into fights

•so how did you and Fallon meet?

•you became Fallons bodyguard ofc!

•you and her instantly clicked and after a while started dating

•you grew up not expecting much so she always spoils you

•but you have a hard time accepting expensive gifts

•”aw Fal you didn’t have to get me this”

•”y/n just shut up and take it”

•honestly she’s the best sugar mama to ask for (even if you don’t call her that)

•she loves to cuddle with you and will literally cuddle you while she’s in her office working

•”ugh, these people are such idiots, can’t do anything right”

•she’d mumble into your neck as you sat in her lap

•she also loves marking you (and has made jokes about getting you a collar)

•”come on you’d look so cute with a collar!”

•”no, I’m not letting you collar me, if you want me to yourself you could just put a ring on it”

•she’s so very sweet to you

[unexpected-character]

Butter Knife and Blake Time

Fallon Carrington x Reader

CEO!reader and Fallon meet after all these years, what do you think would happen next…

Warning: implied sexual themes, kinda toxic old relationship, rivalry (if you think there’s more, kindly tell me so I can it here)

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Fallon's pov

"Who are we meeting again?" I told Kirby while scrolling through my phone looking at news and articles about what people are saying with Dad's fiasco.

"For fucksakes Fallon! Do you even listen?! This is like the hundredth time. We're meeting Y/N Y/L/N. She's the CEO of Y/L/N Industries." I can feel her irritation but I ignored her. I know who we were meeting but I was bored and she annoys me so I annoy her even more.

"Fine. What time do we have to go then?"

"We have to leave in 30 and Culhane is ready."

I followed her to the car, closed my phone. Tried drowning out everything to try to make me relax before this meeting with y/n. I haven't seen her in years, and now because of my stupid father, we will see each other again. How can my father be such an idiot and announced to everyone in Atlanta that he’ll have a "Blake time" what the hell is it even about.

Ugh! The audacity of that asshole to fucking give up everything he built. He really is a selfish imbecile.

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Y/N's pov

Mean while in Y/L/N Industries, you were in a meeting with your own mother because she bought the Carrington Atlantics. It is now one of your subsidiaries.

"For godsakes mother! I told you I didn't want to do business with CA because of the scandal they have." I said to my mom, not even hiding how frustrated I am with her.

"Could you just calm —"

"Calm down?! How would I fucking calm down with this? I don't even see why you'd even want it." my secretary knocked on my door, signaling that my next meeting is in 5 minutes.

"You have to go, mom. Let's talk about this at your home. I'll be there for dinner and will continue everything." I gave her a curt nod, didn't even look at her when she left.

I smoothen out the imaginary wrinkles on my suit and looked if my blouse was tucked well. I made myself presentable for my next meeting. I made them wait to the last second of the 5 minutes and pressed the intercom and spoke,

"Donna, show them in." You've been dreading to see her again after so many years.

The woman you didn't want to see entered your office as if she owned it. Still as beautiful and sexy as ever with her a redhead following her. You didn't even sat up your chair to greet them, not because you didn't have the etiquette but because it's Fallon and you just didn't want too. You looked at the red haired woman seeing as she's checking you out not as subtle as you may add. You raised your brows and got up and introduce yourself to her,

"Hello, I'm Y/n. To what do I owe such pleasure Ms.?"

You told the redhead completely ignoring the other woman inside your office who has been studying you closely and staring at you as if she wants to kill you. Jealousy ah green is a beautiful color on her.

"Anders, Kirby Anders, I'm Fallon's executive assistant among others." She told you, slight pink covering her pale face.

"Anders? Like Jo's daughter or something?"

"Yeah? You know him."

"Of course. He's an amazing man, very organized even the smallest of details."

"Yeah that's Dad." Before you were going to reply, the bubble you both had was burst by the ignored woman in the room.

"Have you both forgotten that I'm here too." She looked at you annoyed. If you didn't know her well, which you do, you wouldn't catch the small hurt in her facial expression that suddenly was schooled like it wasn't there before, bug you caught it. You look at her and raised your brow letting her know you saw it too. It's been years and she still thinks she had a claim on you.

"We didn't, we just decided we want to ignore you. What do you want Fallon?"

"I want to buy the company back."

"As much as I want you to have it so I don't have to see you. The contract stated you can't. I seriously don't know how your family sign such without reading the fine print."

"Well why didn't you?"

"I wasn't here you idiot. I gave mom the ropes as I had personal matters to attend to. She fucking accepted the deal. Hell, I didn't want what was written in it."

"Then give it back."

"I can't Fallon and you know it. I'd let hell freeze over before I'd work with you again, we both know that."

"What? Work together?"

"You didn't know? What happened to you? You just don't do stuff without knowing. Are you sick or dying?"

"Stop being dramatic, y/n! I'm trying to think. This can't be it."

"Well that's hopeful. You don't think, you scheme."

"Fucking shut up, Y/n! You don't know me!" She yelled. Kirby flinching as she haven't seen Fallon to be this enraged at someone other than her own family.

You clenched your jaw and looked at the redhead that's been standing awkwardly among you both. You walked around your desk and stop in front of Kirby and said,

"Ms. Anders, would you be a dear and let Ms. Carrington and I have a moment alone. You can ask Donna to show you around or get whatever you want." You smiled at the woman sweetly as if nothing is bothering you at all. You directed the redhead woman to the door. She nodded and smiled, leaving you both alone in your office. You locked the door after she left.

You studied the brunette woman facing away from you. Even after years of not seeing each other. She still has the same physique. Looking like a work of art. You admire her features. Maybe more defined ass but still the same old Fallon you know years ago. You approached her from behind. Your breath so close to her, her breathe hitching. It's been years but you still have that affect on her. She has an effect on you too but you know how to school yourself with all the years of practice.

"You still haven't change, have you pretty girl." you whispered close to her ear. She let out a breath as she felt you nibbling her lobe.b"Y/n..." she whimpered, trying to move away from your proximity. Yet you left open mouth kisses along her ear, neck, and jaw. The sexual tension in your office could be cut with a dull butter knife.

"Still bratty aren't you, love?" You put both your hands on her hips and gave it a hard grip. You heard her groan, finally having your hand on her body. Leaning her body over yours trying to feel anything to help her in her predicament. "Y/n, please..." she tried grinding her ass to your front. She was so frustrated and you can feel the heat. She needed relief and fast. She wants you. You both want each other so much.

"Be a good girl and bend over baby."

To the people outside, they thought nothing of it. As they thought that it was you getting frustrated due to your mother visiting you. It wasn't unusual for them to see your cold demeanour after being in a meeting with her or with old stupid men. Maybe you were angry again and the loud scream they heard and the banging that they can hear from inside was just that. Kirby on the other hand, knew what was going on. Her face looking like a tomato, knowing what's happening but a bit confuse on why it's happening now. Did you both know each other since back then?

[peachyteabuck]

sword & shield (fallon carrington x reader)

↪ summary: you have a meltdown. luckily, fallon knows just what to do

a commission for @devillskettle

↪ pairing: fallon carrington x reader

↪ words: 1,032

↪ trigger warnings: fluff, angst related to it being a meltdown, unspecified neurodiversity in reader

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

The inside of your chest feels like a balloon being filled with helium by a careless child. Everything��from the hairs sticking to your forehead, to your extra-dark sunglasses atop your head, to the itchy tag at the back of your shirt—everything grates on your nerves as though they were large blocks of cheese. Two tables behind you, a man is telling a woman off for taking too harsh a tone during a pitch meeting. A table in front of you, a couple is professing their love for each other after the woman’s pregnancy test came back positive last night. Your waiter has on cologne you think expired the same time Britney publicly shaved her head.

Next to your heart and your lungs you can feel the latex pressing on your vital organs; you can’t inhale enough, and you can feel your heart muscles fending off the flimsy material. Some of it seems to pass into your trachea, too, blocking any air from passing in or out.

You don’t say anything when you leave the restaurant, simply standing up as Fallon rambles on about someone at work who accused her of using her Daddy’s money to get by. It’s not that you don’t care that she cares about her reputation—but, more importantly, if you had to hear one more second of literally any noise, you were going to start screaming and flipping tables.

It’s not too hot outside, but not too cold, either. One of those end-of-summer days where the light jacket you’d refused to take off when you’d entered the restaurant would keep you perfectly content. Now you wish you’d brought the heavy blazer you’d tossed aside at the last second. You would’ve hated lugging it around, but at least you’d have something to hide under as the world shrunk around you.

It's easy to know that Fallon is the one coming to stand next to you. She’s got that confident air about her that you’ve envied since undergrad—that kind of energy that guys in your profession were born with; the kind you hated until you saw it dressed in a hot pink pantsuit with a matching Prada purse.

Fallon doesn’t bother to ask if you’re okay. She and the few strangers passing by know you’re not okay just by looking at you—hunched over, hands over your ears, eyes screwed shut. She also knows how easily touch can set you off in these moments, as if you had become trapped inside the belly of a territorial dog, ready to bite at the slightest move.

She doesn’t say anything, actually. Not to you, anyway. Your hands are only so-so at blocking noise, and you can hear her going they’re fine, don’t worry to the occasional concerned civilian troubled enough to ask your companion about you.

You can feel something in front of your face and open your eyes just a bit. It’s her phone, a message typed out in her notes app.

Leave or stay here? It says.

You lean your head to the left a bit.

Fallon takes it back. My place or yours?

Your head snaps left once more. Your roommate works from home and, while she’s sweet, if you have to listen to one of her horrible meetings you think you’ll explode.

You look down again and read the next line.

Let me pay for the food, grab our coats, and call the driver. Stay here.

You nod just a little, hands still over your ears. You knew you should keep a pair of earplugs in your pocket.

Fallon does just as she said she would (or, at least you hope so, given all you can verify is that she’s holding your coat and ushering you into the black Suburban. You like that restaurant, and the last thing you need is for them to put you on their “do not seat” list for nonpayment). The driver, who’s always been understanding of your needs, keeps the car silent as he takes you and Fallon down backroads and through the suburbs.

He doesn’t even say anything as he drops you and Fallon off at her expensive condo, giving her a nod in the rearview mirror that she returns equally silently.

You know lots of people don’t like Fallon, that much has been clear since you were paired for a project in one of your advanced marketing classes. But the parts of her everyone seems to dislike (or worse, actively hate) are all the things you admire most about her; her drive, her stubbornness, how she gets whatever she wants. When you first met, you’d spent your whole life denying yourself anything slightly out of the ordinary.  You’d deny yourself anything your mother would’ve considered frivolous and followed every rule placed upon you.

It was horrible. You had felt trapped, walking into that marketing class. Every day an anvil would settle itself atop your chest, painfully crushing your ribs. Meeting Fallon was a true breath of fresh air. She helped you, in her own way, helping to stand up to professors with bones to pick and fellow students who tried to take advantage.

In that same strange, wonderful way, she guides you up the steps of her home, silently instructing you to lay on the couch. There, she piles fancy blankets on top of you (three, to be exact), from thickest to thinnest. She then grabs you a glass of water, cold, from her fridge dispenser.

“You want to watch something?” Fallon asks. You nod, just a little. “Blink once for something you’ve seen before, twice for something irrelevant to your interests.”

You blink once.

She follows your request without comment, sitting so that the side of her thigh presses into your head.

“Thank you,” you say after a while, voice small. For a moment, you’re not sure Fallon hears you. The thick blankets surely muffle your voice, the sound barely audible as the sounds of some television show you’ve seen a thousand times play on her flatscreen television.

Fallon’s hand, once dropped over your shoulder, comes down to cup your face. The position is awkward, but that doesn’t stop her thumb rubs over your heated cheek. “Anytime.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you do a part 2 to the Fallon Carrington x male reader please?

Fallon hugs Y/N from behind…

Fallon: I’m the richest gal in the world

Y/N: I thought you left the business

Fallon: I did. I just meant I’m rich because I have you

Y/N: I got you, that makes me richer than Musk.

Fallon smacks him with a pregnancy test, giggling…

Fallon: now you’re priceless

[kitty-cheshiresdaughter]

how is it that there’s only like two fics for Ler! Jade West x Lee! Reader and none for Fallon- like her attitude and personality speaks professional and confident so I can’t really see her being a lee..

[innocent-artery]

Miscellaneous Characters Masterlist

Fallon Carrington (Dynasty)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - nothing yet!

Tangerine (Bullet Train) - nothing yet!

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

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Main Masterlist

[rewiringtoheal]

To Exist here with you (Fallon Carrington x reader) sequel to To be set free

You know something awful happened to you. You just aren’t sure what it is. You can’t seem to open your eyes no matter what you do. Every minute of the day is spent in darkness. You can hear the sounds of steady beeping and muffled voices. You can feel a weight resting in your right hand.  You can even smell the most exquisite perfume and feel soft lips press against your cheek. 

On some days, the muffled voices turn into only one voice. This voice pleads with you to wake up. You wish you could more than anything. If not to figure out what’s going on then to bring comfort to this person. Everytime it happens the person seems to grow more and more desperate for you to come too. 

You’re not sure how long this cycle has been repeating. It could be days, a month, or even a year. Truthfully you’re not even sure if you are alive anymore. It feels like you are just continuously drifting through a never ending limbo. Is this person you so desperately want to comfort even real? Are you even real anymore?

All these questions float around your sluggish brain until one day something feels different. Someone is coaxing you back to this world. You can feel your mind getting sharper and becoming more aware. You can feel yourself reconnecting with your body and you feel a dull ache in your abdomen. A bright light looms over your eyes. And for the first time in a long time your eyes flutter open. And everything rushes back to you. The memories of Eva pulling out a gun and aiming it directly at Fallon. The piercing pain after intercepting it and the frightened blue eyes of your best friend looking down at you.

You are brought back to the present moment by a man's voice. You look around seeing an older gentleman in scrubs.

“Miss Y/L, I’m Dr. Lewis. You were in a very serious accident and have been in a medically induced coma for the last three weeks. Your body needed time to heal from the bullet wound and the amount of blood loss you suffered. Don’t try to speak, we haven't taken your breathing tube out yet.” Dr. Lewis said soothingly. 

Before you can fully take in what he has said. You feel the weight in your hand give a tight squeeze. You move your eyes to the right and see a very disheveled Fallon Carrington. She looks like she hasn’t slept for days; dark black bags are underneath her eyes. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing one of your old MIT sweatshirts. What really rocks you to your core though is the lingering look of devastation mixed with hope in those beautiful blue orbs. It breaks your heart. The person pleading with you to wake up was Fallon. And you’re not sure how to process that. As you lay there staring at Fallon you can see the devastation and hope quickly turn into panic.

“Is this a normal response? She doesn’t seem to know what is happening? What if somethings wrong?” Fallon asked hysterically.

“She is stable right now and coming out of a coma. It is normal for her to be a little out of it. There is nothing to worry about yet. I will tell you if that changes.” Dr. Lewis reassured.

Fallon didn’t look convinced in the slightest. And knowing her as well as you do, you knew she was ramping up for a fight, so you mustered up all the energy you had in you. And you squeezed her hand. Fallon’s eyes snap to yours; fresh tears spring to those baby blues you love so much. “Y/n?” she whimpered. 

[kiwichaeng]

Okay...so now that it is over I would like to share my Dynasty playlist with an explanation of why the songs are on there. And of course most of them are Taylor Swift I'm a swiftie okay?

The Devil Doesn't Bargain by Alec Benjamin. This song reminds me of Cristal no.1 and Blake. Blake being the devil in this case

Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. Season 1 Sam and Steven

I Bet You Think About Me (TV) by Taylor Swift. This is for when Alexis was in her "I want Blake" stage. This is literally what happened from her delusional pov

The Story Of Us by Taylor Swift. Sam and Steven but season 2. I see this from Sam's Pov

Peace by Taylor Swift. Had Liam and Fallon vibes... don't ask I can't explain

The Last Great American Dynasty by Taylor Swift. Idk it made sense. Very rich white people song and the "Bill was the heir to a standard oil name, and money"

Dear Reader by Taylor Swift. Steven vibes. This is literally Steven's song okay I don't know

Dynasty by MIIA. I think this one is self explanatory

Eyes Open by Taylor Swift. Fallon's song

Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. This is about the Carrington family. That's it

Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift. Only here because it used to be Sam's favourite song

You're on your own kid by Taylor Swift. This is literally also Fallon's song!!

In My Place by Coldplay. Steven. That's it.

Okay that's it. And yes it's all Taylor but hey! Sam would approve. We're both Swifties after all. I'll add to this if I add more songs

[hecohansen31]

I lowkey want (who am I kidding lol I seriously want it) another Fallon x Reader x Duncan. maybe like ... duncan's away and reader's being bad, so Fallon has to punish her like if Duncan were there, hmmm.... ANYWAY, your writing's amazingggg and I'm obsessed

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So thank you for saying that and I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Have a nice day!

I am also tagging @wickedlangdon and @melodylangdon because I know they tend to like this kind of stuff!

WARNINGS: Female-Female Action, Oral Sex (Female Receiving) And Fingering, Polyrelationship.

Fallon Carrington had too many problems, in her life: her father was slowly sinking the company which might have to pass onto her shoulder, once he was dead (which might happen sooner than later if he kept up this attitude).

Her newest evil stepmother was fighting with her sociopath of a brother, creating an atmosphere in their home that wasn’t in the slightest easy or breezy.

And lately, her girlfriend/lover had been moping around their shared apartment, being the most ridiculous brat in the universe, not to talk about a drama queen that would put to shame Sam.

And this was all due to their shared lover having delayed his return: the night before Duncan had said that some awful things had been going down at the Shepherd Foundation, in Washington and he had to stay there for a few more days.

“… but the event…?” (Y/N) had asked, her eyes shining, sadness sparkling in them, at the sole thought of Duncan missing the important event she had been organizing for an entire month for the Shepherd Foundation branch in Atlanta.

Fallon knew she had been working hard not wanting to disappoint Duncan, and the knowledge that Duncan wouldn’t be attending was rather heartbreaking.

Fallon knew it all too well.

But this didn’t excuse her horrible behavior: she didn’t seem to even care in the slightest anymore for the entire event, and if she wasn’t sleeping and moping she would be ordering around the poor maids, and worst of all…teasing Fallon, meanwhile she was at work.

Like that morning.

She had been busy in a rather important reunion, wrestling with Kirby for ‘Femperial’, when she had opened the message to reveal it to be a rather provocative nude picture of (Y/N), more importantly done in her lingerie, and not the old one she would never use… but the good stuff… the one she had recently bought.

She just couldn’t deal with all this treatment any further.

On her way home, since she couldn’t focus on anything that weren’t those nudes and the desire they had created in her, she had called Duncan, mostly because he might suggest her something to do in this case.

Unlike Duncan, due to the fact that they hadn’t known each other for much time, she was rather sweet and attentive with (Y/N).

She was almost afraid that any gesture might break her, bringing her away from Fallon.

And she couldn’t allow that.

So, many people in her life had left her: Alexis, Liam, Steven…

She couldn’t help but feel like it was some problem people had with her and her behavior, hence she had tried to soften it with Duncan and even more with (Y/N).

Although she hid a tougher personality, she was pretty shy and her relationship with Fallon, although went to an older date, wasn’t as smooth as Fallon’s with Duncan, who spoke business in and out of the bed and understood each other.

It still took a bit of nerves for Fallon to approach (Y/N), but she was getting better and she didn’t want this to make her back up in the entire process.

Duncan picked up the phone at the second try and seemed to already know the entire situation, which simplified Fallon’s mission, who straight up went to explain (Y/N)’s behavior, alongside the problematics of it on both her work and at home life.

“… I know that you can’t be back, but she is honestly going crazy, and she is crazy pissed with you” she mumbled, meanwhile she parked the car in the underground garage of their ‘little’ apartment, the one they shared whenever they were all in town.

“I’ll buy her a new pair of Louboutin” he mumbled, meanwhile Fallon exited her car, just to gently sit onto the front of it, not wanting to have this conversation in front of (Y/N).

She knew Duncan was joking and wasn’t taking lightly his absence, but at the same time she knew that a new pair of expensive shoes wouldn’t save him from (Y/N)’s anger.

“… that won’t be enough and that wouldn’t help me” mumbled Fallon “… I just… she is been intractable: a true fucking brat”.

“Then you know what brats deserve” spoke as if it was natural, Duncan “… they deserve to be punished, if you don’t want them to bother you anymore”.

“I am not like you Duncan!” she screamed, frustration coursing through her veins “… between me and (Y/N) there is no relationship like you and her… we… have a backstory different from yours and…”.

“Fallon” his voice focused all her attention on it, immediately and she huffed, calming finally her quickening breath “… do you actually believe that she loves you less?”.

“We don’t have the same happy relationship as you, two, do…” she huffed out definitely annoyed tht Duncan didn’t get her fear “… I was horrible to her in high school, I tormented her… and I am sure that she…”.

“… you think she hasn’t forgiven you?” Duncan’s voice was truly shocked that she hadn’t thought about it “… Fallon, she never was angry at you from the start! She might have been pretty vengeful with you but… she loves you, not more or less than me, she loves you exactly like me!”.

Although she knew all the obviousness Duncan was talking about was true, it didn’t settle in til he spoke about it and she could swear he was smirking at her silence.

“Ok, caught it boss… although I am pretty sure she loves me more, I am the one who got her that ‘La Perla’ lingerie set, last week” she tried to raise from the emotional outburst she had just had, trying to distract Duncan from it.

And he let her distract him indeed.

“… wait till I come back with my new Louboutin” he replied slyly, meanwhile she got up from the car, her ass having frozen there “… but seriously, Fallon, she won’t hate you, she is doing this to get a raise out of you; she hasn’t been receiving the same amount of attention since my trip started and she is just trying to regain it, through very bad manners”.

“Ok, I got it” she mumbled, biting her lips, meanwhile she adjusted her outfit, as she moved into the elevator to get to the penthouse “… wish me luck”.

“Tame that brat for me, sweetheart, and I’ll make you come so much next time we see each other that you’ll never know whether you are begging me to stop or keep going”.

It was useless to say that when she faced the porter, she was red as a tomato.

Fallon found (Y/N) waiting in her room.

Although (Y/N) had a shared room with the biggest bed she had found, she still needed some private room for herrself, which was either Fallon’s office or in (Y/N)’s case, her own design project, since she quite liked decorating it with the small things she found.

Not only their penthouse was stylish, but it held some kind of familiarity to it.

(Y/N) was quite proud of that effect and both Duncan and Fallon appreciated it.

But it was strange to find the other in some room that didn’t belong to them, but Fallon could see why she wouldn’t want to hang out in their shared bedroom: it was probably making her remember of Duncan’s absence.

But she wasn’t only in her room, she was also wearing Fallon’s expensive robe, treating it as if it was merely a rag, meanwhile she looked through her dresses.

And she would have found it adorable, had she asked to try out the outfit.

(She still found her adorable, but… she was pissed).

“What the heck are you doing here?” she called out (Y/N)’s attention who was rather surprised by her appearance but didn’t let it stop her from snooping even more in Fallon’s luxurious clothes, grabbing a miniskirt by Fendi as if she was in some sweatshop.

“… just grabbing some options for the event of tomorrow” she mumbled, although embarrassment was true on her face and in her tone, evidently realizing that what she had done wasn’t exactly… proper.

“Well, you know that if you want to do such thing you have to ask me before, little girl” she tried not to sound too angry with her, focusing her tone on stern, meanwhile she set down in her ‘mommy’ persona, seeing (Y/N)’s body immediately reacting at her.

“… I didn’t think you would mind it honestly” and then your voice held some kind of cutting tone to it “… it isn’t like you seem to be caring about what I did, lately”.

She then turned around, discarding Fallon’s robe away from her body, revealing the rather racy lingerie she had been wearing and in which she had taken the pictures that had teased Fallon with, during that reunion, and tried quickly the gown, adjusting it with her fingers.

But Fallon had had enough and, with no care for that gown (she had never liked it truly) she discarded it onto the floor, from her body, without a second thought, hearing (Y/N) squealing under her rough ministrations.

“… this doesn’t authorize you to act like a brat” she said, meanwhile she spread (Y/N)’s legs apart, teasing her over the silky panties, moving the little pearls that were set in the middle as a decoration over her most tender skin, avoiding her clit.

Fallon felt (Y/N) nervously tremble under her, already excited by the ministrations and he kept them up, with the barest of touches.

“… to act like a brat, to forget your place and your duties and more importantly…” and she let her tongue glide onto your panties, moving those little pearls onto the (Y/N)’s clit, who moaned loudly, but was immediately shocked when Fallon slapped lightly her thighs, taking her back from the pleasured state she was “… to fucking tease your mommy when she is busy”.

An unamused expression appeared on (Y/N)’s face, and she just tried to roll her eyes at her, but Fallon wasn’t having any of that.

She immediately raised up on her feet and grabbed tightly her face in her hands, pushing it up so that she could be at eye-level with her, which definitely stopped a bit that brattish attitude.

Although attentively, Fallon lightly pushed her onto the bed, where she fell definitely ungracefully, making her smirk softly, but she didn’t keep that attitude up as Fallon came back with lace ropes, although she still managed to send her an annoyed look.

“…oh, are you going to also get the blindfold out?” she tried her, pushing her buttons and Fallon tried not to give in.

“No, I love seeing your eyes rolling back in your head in pleasure, but because you are being a brat… I might get a gag, if you keep on speaking back at my, little girl” she mumbled, meanwhile she tied her arms over her head, into the bedframe, and then proceeded to block each legs open, securing each of them to the opposite footboard.

She immediately shut up, at the mention of the ‘gag’, making Fallon coo at her teasingly, meanwhile she pushed her clothed body onto hers, pushing her hair away from her face, as she pushed her hand down her body, till it cupped her sex in her hands, making (Y/N) moan lightly, shushed by Fallon’s lips.

She continued the teasing till her fingers finally slipped beyond the elastic band of the silky panties, as Fallon’s hand raised up to her breasts, gently kneading them, over the fabric, as (Y/N) pleaded with Fallon for something more, for more skin to skin contact.

And Fallon didn’t make her beg for it much more…

…yet

She gently lazed her hands over her wet folds, using it as a lubricating to softly let her fingers in her deepest secrets, making her huff a bit at the sudden penetration.

“…are you enjoying it, sweetie?” she teased her, raising her hand to reach her chin to tilt it softly so (Y/N) could look at her face “… because this is your punishment”.

Fallon knew that, from the way (Y/N) smirked at her, she had thought she had won, that Fallon was just going to give her the attention she been begging.

But wait till she discovered that Fallon’s plans were pretty different from hers.

Fallon continued teasing her, with her fingers, meanwhile her thumb went over her little pearl teasing it softly, before she intensified the thrusting of his finger and the movement onto her clit, decidedly making her reach that ecstasy…

… that she stole from her, interrupting any action that she was delivering on her pinky nest.

“… you wanted attention, well now you have all my attention” smirked Fallon, before she lowered between her legs, delving exploratively her tongue between her folds, meanwhile she screamed, the oversensitivity between her legs definitely coming handy for this punishment “… now don’t mind mommy’s teasing, I just want to make sure that your amusement doesn’t end up too quickly”.

And it certainly didn’t.

Now you would finally know better than to act up like a brat.

… maybe.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Unwanted Attention

Fallon Carrington x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 663 words

You have attended many gatherings at the Carrington Mansion, and somehow they outdo the last. It's that time of year where employees, investors, family and everyone in between come together and have a night to remember. As glamorous as these nights sound, there are always hiccups along the way. For instance, tonight a employee of the family stood across the room from you. Their eyes wandered the length of your body, a sly smirk perched on his lips. He believed he looked appealing, while in reality, he looked like a predator wishing to devour his prey. This prey just happened to be you, what an unlucky turn of events for both of you. When he was ready to make his move, he slinked his way through the crowd until he was in your space.

Without sparing him another glance, you stated your intentions. "I would suggest, you move away from me, if you'd like to keep your job". The tone in your voice should have scared him away but this man liked a challenge.

"Like you have the power" he fought back, another belittling man to assume your worth.

"No I don't, but my partner does"

"Don't tell me you're with Blake"

"Ew, god no!" The look pure disgust would have offended the man in question. Instant relief flooded the mans features, clearly afraid of what Blake could do and would do to him.

"Steven?" This was more of a long shot, he knew Steven was otherwise inclined but he needed to be sure.

"He's gay" the statement was drawled out, like you couldn't believe what you were hearing. This man was dumb and blind, like he had a chance with you.

"I would turn for a woman like you" his sickly sweet tone made you shiver, his insinuation was more than disgusting. He took this opportunity to move closer to you, your arm grazing his, his fingers smoothing out the edge of your dress.

"Again, no"

"Well wh-"

Just as you were about to move from his grasp, a voice appeared behind you. "Is this man bothering you?"

"Yes, actually" Instinctively, you moved closer to the person behind you, grateful for the safety net. The man watched with curious eyes at the action, wanting to reach out and pull you closer.

"Miss Carrington, it’s just a little disagreement, my girlfriend can get a bit outspoken" Fallon scoffed at his pathetic reasoning, her glare never wavering.

"And here I thought she was mine" Fallon snaked her arm around your waist, resting her hand comfortably on your hip. His eyes followed the motion, growing wide at her strategically placed hand.

"Run" you mouthed, a sinister smile replaced its previous form. It was with pure joy to watch as the man opened and closed his mouth. Before scattering amongst the crowd in fear that Fallon would catch him. Little did he know, she would do far worse to him than catch him, she will ruin any chance of a professional life as soon as the night was over.

With her hand, she spun you around, her hand now placed on your lower back. Concern swirled behind the chocolate brown, she couldn’t stand the idea of someone touching what’s hers. "Did he touch you?"

"No, he was just disgusting"

"I'll make sure to wash you clean of him" she offered a wink, paired with her classic smirk.

"Can we add the bubbles that I like?" Her smirk melted into a smile at the excitement that vibrated off you. She couldn’t deny how it made her cold heart skip a beat, she just had to accept that she was putty in your hand.

"If you're lucky" Fallon traveled her hand up your body, creating goosebumps where her fingers touched. She cradled your cheek, before leaning in, her lips melting with yours. For you it was a moment of bliss, for her it was a statement. If they want to get to you, they’ll have to go through Fallon.

[chaotictasha]

Incorrect quotes#18

Peter and Pietro hiding something from y/n.

Suddenly y/n appears out of nowhere.

Peter: Y/NNNN....

Pietro: i have been looking all over for you.

Y/n: Yeah, by lurking in the shadows of a room no one goes into.

[gloxina111]

Black Pearl

-> PAIRING┆Fallon Carrington x Fem! Goth! Reader

-> CAUTION ┆She/Her Pronouns

-> HEADCANON┆What is Fallon like with a goth s/o.

-> WORD COUNT ┆163

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- Fallon loves your fashion choices all the way. The buckles, platform heels, latex, long black nails she's loving it wall.

- She didn't know she was into women until she saw you in the club wearing a tight black dress. with your tits pocking out.

- The best year if you are a pillow princess, she will be relishing in joy. You look so intimidating until you get to the bedroom where she doms you, hell yeah.

- Fallon would just enjoy you walking around in 9inch heels and a corset.

- If you have a battle jacket don't let her get her hands on it she'll turn it pink, no joke.

- She'll use you as hot goth arm candy, in a respectful way.

- You can not tell me she is not bragging about you because look what she bagged.

- Fallon Carrington is no smip but god damn you can make her fold if you truly wanted to.

- She will treat you like the queen you are.

[peachyteabuck]

do you think about me now and then / fallon carrington x reader

summary: you and fallon have a very specific type of routine

a commission for @devillskettle

pairing: fallon carrington x reader

words: 1226

trigger warnings: FWB, fingering, strap riding, orgasm, angst if you squint?, 

Reading is hard.

You’ve been trying to finish this book for weeks. It’s not as though it’s not good! It’s fantastic, it’s been recommended to you by so many people…and yet, here you are on a wintery Friday night, tucked into the world’s most comfortable recliner, with the world’s most comfortable blanket, and the world’s most comfortable three-sizes-too-large hoodie and underwear that’s seen you through three apartments, four girlfriends, and your summer obsession with audio porn.

Here you are, in the perfect conditions to finish this fucking book…and yet here you are, scrolling through Instagram as you stalk yet another person you graduated college with who just got married.

You’re soon glad you’re looking at your phone, though, because your droomscrolling is rudely interrupting by someone calling. Luckily, It may be someone who can make this night a little better.

“Hey, Fallon,” you try to ignore the flutter in your chest. Neither you nor Fallon were looking for a relationship (work always came first, despite your differences the both of you could agree with that). Still, the oil former-baronness has never left you dissatisfied, and you liked to think the arrangement you two had outlined one fateful spring night benefitted each of you. “What can I do for you this fine evening?”

You can hear her huff angrily, and you’re sure she’s already rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

And…?

“I’ll be at your place in thirty. Food is already ordered. Have a glass of red prepared for me when I get there.”

You smile. It’s been a tough week, something about mergers and lawyers and the HR department. You’re not really sure, you work in accounting at a different media company, but from the whispers on Slack and the texts from Fallon…it has not been her easiest week. But her call comes as no surprise—this little ritual of yours, the food, the wine, the sex…It had become an easy way for the both of you to blow off steam. It was a good, simple relationship between people who had signed enough NDAs to know what to keep private. Like a Secretary of State to her therapist, the both of you understand the nature of insider trading and the risks it poses to both of your careers.

Still, nothing was illegal about vague, wine-induced gossiping. And so vague, wine-induced gossip you two did.

Food arrives only a few minutes before Fallon does, the woman letting herself in as you plate what you know to be her order (Caeser salad, light dressing, with a medium-well steak). You hadn’t started on the win yet, though, and so she poured two glasses of a too-expensive red.

“So,” you smile just a little, a bit sadistic in how cute Fallon is when she’s annoyed. “How was work?”

Soon, both of you are full. It’s the nice kind of full that has you sleepy, content, almost drunk (that could also be the few glasses of wine you’d consumed as Fallon ranted about having to fire another assistant and HR fucking up payroll again). Her hand rests on your thigh, under the blanket but over your sweatpants. Some cheesy TV show the both of you had watched several times over plays lowly in the background, but all you can think about is the feeling of her thumb rubbing back and forth.

Fallon never seems to notice the little things she does—now, the thumb; other times, the way she buys you lunch when you don’t text her during your mandatory lunch break. The way she offers trip ideas when you haven’t taken PTO in a while. How she cares for you in her own specific way, even if that way is hidden behind eight layers of obfuscation.

“What are you thinking about?” her words cut through your high-speed train of thought easily as a knife through room-temperature butter.

“Spreadsheets,” you answer.

She snorts. “I’ve been able to tell when you’re lying since before grad school.”

You snort. “Nothing worth talking about.”

Fallon rolls her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Whatever.” A beat. She looks you up and down, in that slow, predatory way lions scan injured zebras. “You want to go to bed?”

Both of you are creatures of habit, and so this is always how it starts. It’s a dance, a wonderful ballet, that begins with the same opening number. A disrobing behind closed doors, changing into comfy clothes and taking off jewelry. Your bed, perfectly made as always, makes itself a stage as you displace well-loved Squishmallows while Fallon scoffs about how childish they are. She tucks herself into your chest, using your forearm as a pillow, while you read on your tablet and she rubs those small circles on your tummy. You stay like that, pressed against each other, until she decides to shift herself upwards, so her breath fans across your neck. You’ll pretend to ignore her, until she nuzzles her nose just under your ear, leaving a little kiss on your neck.

Then you smile, not looking at her. She likes this dance, even if she won’t admit it. “You want something?”

Fallon hmms, her hand moving higher and higher until she’s tracing just under your breasts. “Maybe.”

That’s another thing about Fallon—she likes it when you make the first move for her. “Hmm,” you pretend to consider your options. It is then, silently, that you go in for the kill, placing your tablet to the side before shifting down to kiss her ever so lightly. Her lips are soft, always soft from her oils and scrubs and constant attention to her appearance. “This what you want?”

She furrows her brow, an adorable shade of frustration washing over her face. She’s a slow and careful predator, until something she wants is just within reach. What comes next is not a surprise, but certainly isn’t unwelcome—she climbs atop of you, abandoning any sort of subtlety as she tangles her fingers with yours and kisses you with her pillowy lips.

You know there won’t be much talking after this—moaning and begging and teasing, sure, but certainly no talking. It’s easy to follow the choreography you two had performed so many times before, dancers in each other’s arms as clothes come off and skin becomes bruised from teeth and hands. It’ll all be hidden tomorrow, but for now, both of you remain bare to the other in every way that matters.

Being with Fallon is easy in the best way; the way pleasure washes over you as she presses her fingers into you as easy as rain hits ones skin if they find themselves trapped in a thunderstorm. The only choice you have to make is to be present, to feel your fingers tangle into sheets and in her hair. To feel her tongue press against the most sensitive part of you and hum as you gasp your ever-approaching climax.

It’s a similar kind of easy to push her onto her back, to mount her while she grips your hips.

“You’re gorgeous,” she says, breathy and barely above a whisper. “Literally so gorgeous.”

All you can do is fuck yourself up and down the toy and let the heat from your abdomen travel up to your chest and cheeks. This¸ you think, as she rubs her thumb over your clit. This, is where you belong.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hey could you write a Fallon Carrington x male reader?

Where the reader is a college student and he and Fallon did IT and they wake contemplating what to do next given what has happened

Fallon and Y/N continue to share coffee on the bed...

Fallon: (blushes) last night was amazing

Y/N: thank you. I had an amazing time with you

Fallon: I-I'm not exactly good at one night kind of things. Would you be interested in going on another date?

Y/N: W-with you? Yeah! Yeah I'd love going on another date with you!

Fallon give Y/N a small kiss...

Fallon: tonight. my place. 6 o clock. don't be late.

She slips them an address and one last fiery kiss.

[mviswidow]

masterlist!!

list of characters i will write for

MARVEL

Wanda Maximoff

    the world won’t stop for us

    the world won’t stop for us; part two

    not now, not ever

    i can’t feel it

    i can’t feel it; part two

    i’m glad you texted me

    i’m glad you texted me; part two

    wanda’s ride

    to grow old in

    must be something

    falling

    through the vent

    am i freaking you out?

    strongest avenger

    let’s give her a show

    you make a great fake girlfriend

    in her arms

    little witch

    maybe next week

    maybe next week; part two

    don’t keep to yourself

Natasha Romanoff

    i’ll come home

    only with me

    you’re jealous

    i can’t live without you

    5 times Natasha defended you and 1 time you defended her

    i hate men

    mother figure nat headcannons

    nat and pregnant!reader headcannons

    watching your hands

    to the moon and back

    afterglow

    more than you know

Maria Hill

    all's well that ends well

    civilian fem!gf reader headcannons

    sooner or later

    you're all i need

Blackhill

    strong and capable

    who you are is not where you've been

Yelena Belova

    puppuccino

Darcy Lewis

    is this a thing?

MISCELLANEOUS

Eloise Bridgerton

    in search of silence

Amy March

    she is everything to me

Thérèse Raquin

    what if we did?

Nicky Nichols

    you’re sweet, nichols

Gerri Fields

    on the same page

Jane Banner

    you have terrible luck

    in room 113

    safe with me

Taylor Sloane

    i need you

Fallon Carrington

   my girlfriend’s got a gun

   thank me at dinner

[innocent-artery]

Misc. Characters List

Fallon Carrington

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Tangerine - nothing yet!