#Fallon Carrington imagine

[mviswidow]

my girlfriend’s got a gun

Fallon Carrington x Reader

Word Count: 2,185

Warnings: gun

Prompt: Maybe one where we're Fallon's girlfriend, but also at the same time her bodyguard/personal assistant to keep up a facade since she doesn't want anyone to know about the reader. - @another-fantasy-world​

Summary: Three scenes of Fallon and R dating.

“I don’t want to see that happening anymore. If I have to ask you again you’ll be fired,” Mr. Carrington said peremptorily. 

You nodded your head, clutching the iPad in your arms tighter to keep yourself from fidgeting, “Of course, Mr-”

“Excuse me?”

Your shoulders relaxed the slightest bit when you heard the voice of your girlfriend, her heels clicking on the floor until she was standing beside you, a few feet away, “Why are you trying to fire my PA?”

“Fallon, she comes out in almost every single one of the photos that the press takes of you. She is not your babysitter. It’s ridiculous, a quarter of the articles that have been written about you in the past five months have been speculating that the reason you broke up with Michael was because (Y/n) drove you apart and-”

“What is your point, Daddy?” Fallon challenged, her arms crossed. “She’s my personal assistant, her entire job is following me around.”

“Going to clubs, parties, and galas with you is not in her job description,” He said, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. “She doesn’t need to be there.”

You felt uneasy, the two of them talking about you as if you weren't even there.

“No, but I want her there. There’s no harm in befriending your staff,” Fallon said simply, eyebrows raised, as if she wanted him to argue with her because she knew she would win.

“Fallon-”

“I’m the one who gives her a paycheck, so it isn’t up to you. I’m not having this conversation again,” She left Blake with no room to say anything else, her eyes flicking to you for a moment. “(Y/n), go get me a coffee and come up to my room so we can discuss the schedule for this weekend.”

“Yes, Ms Carrington,” you nodded, taking your leave before either of them could say anything more to you or each other.

You made it to Fallon’s room five minutes later. You’d taken a bit longer in the kitchen because you had to bug one of the chefs so they would give you a croissant for Fallon.

You knocked on the door with your knuckles, waited two seconds, and then opened the door to see Fallon in one of the lounge chairs in the corner of her room, doing something on her phone, “You took a long time to get here,” She said without looking up.

“Sorry, I was getting you a croissant,” You walked over and placed the plate on the low table that stood in between the two chairs before taking your usual seat from when the two of you went over her schedule, on her bed bench that was at the foot of her bed.

Fallon slid her phone underneath one of her thighs and smiled softly at you as she took the plate into her lap so she could eat the baked good, “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” You shook your head with a small blush spreading on your cheeks from the way that she looked at you, unlocking your iPad and pulling up the schedule. “Your father has two meetings scheduled for you this weekend, one Saturday and one Sunday-” “Cancel the one on Sunday, he knows I don’t take more than one meeting during the weekend unless it’s urgent,” She interrupted before taking a bite out of her croissant.

“Okay, Sam requested that I add ‘go to the mall with Sam’ on your schedule, so I fit it after the meeting on Saturday, but of course, if you want it to be cancelled I can always do that. Steven asked that I make a dinner reservation for him, you, and Sam, for the Seafood Room on Saturday night-”

Fallon interrupted you, once again, with noises of protest as she tried to swallow the bit of croissant she had in her mouth quickly, “Not happening, you know Saturday night is our night.”

“I know, but you haven’t gone out to dinner with them in two months, and besides it’s almost Steven’s birthday.”

“I don’t care, cancel the reservation,” Fallon said sternly, placing the plate back on the table once she had finished crossing her legs at the ankles.

You sighed and nodded, “Alright, and finally, Sunday is the banquet for the children’s organization I told you about on Monday.”

Fallon’s eyebrows furrowed at the way you said it, “But?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go with you,” You bit the inside of your lip, nervous for the reaction she was going to have.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “You have to stop letting my father get to you.”

“He’s right though,” You shook your head, opening a tab to search up her name. “Look, there’s articles about us all over the internet.”

“When will you learn that I don’t give a damn about what the press says? I’ve been scrutinized by them since I was a child, I can handle it. I don’t care if they call me lonely and desperate or if they say that you’re trying to ‘befriend’ me for money or whatever it is they’re coming up with.”

“You read that one?” You asked, a wince on your features.

Fallon sighed, looking between your eyes before standing up and going to sit beside you, taking the iPad from your hands and putting it behind her so she could take one of your hands in her own, “Do the articles bother you?”

You bit the inside of your lip again, nervous habit, before speaking, “Kind of.”

“Okay,” Fallon nodded, trying to think of a solution. “I know you aren’t used to this stuff and keeping us a secret is probably really stressful for you... If doing this - us, is too much, I understand-”

You frowned and shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes at the idea of what she was trying to say, “No, I love you, I love us. Stupid articles are nothing, I can ignore them.”

“I don’t want you upset over this stuff, baby,” Fallon frowned a bit and reached the hand she wasn’t holding yours with up to cup your cheek, running her finger along your cheekbone. “Although I don’t exactly think you should be reading these articles, I know you do whatever you want, but if you read one that bothers you, you come to me and I’ll make the calls I need to get it taken down, okay?”

“Yes, darling,” You smiled softly and nodded, leaning into her hand.

Fallon smiled, “For now I rather enjoy no one knowing about us. It’s so private and I guess it feels more intimate in a way? But, I do eventually want to announce that we’re dating, so I want to tackle these issues now so you’re hopefully much more comfortable in the future.”

“Really?”

“Of course, baby,” She smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss you languidly.

You sighed into the kiss before she pulled away slowly and kissed the corner of your mouth before sitting back, “So, I’m either going with you, or I’m not going at all. It’s a shame that all those children will have to suffer the consequences of your decision,” She said, making a face.

You rolled your eyes, and ducked your head to hide your smile, “Fine, I’ll go, asshole.”

Fallon grinned and clapped her hands, she had known she was going to get her way, but was happy that you weren’t miserable about it, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

------

Your brow furrowed when you got a call from Fallon at around 5:30 while you were out running an errand for her. She was supposed to be in a late meeting with her father, Jeff Coulby, and a few investors for Carrington Atlantic, an odd and dangerous mix of people.

You answered the call and heard it connect to the bluetooth of the car, “Hello?”

“Can you come get me? Please,” Fallon asked, her voice sounding a bit shaky on the other line.

“Yes, of course, where are you?”

...

You pulled into a parking spot on the side of the road of the address Fallon gave you, “Okay, I’m here, babe. Can I hang up now?”

Fallon let out an ‘mhm’ and ended the call, and it took you 30 seconds to see her walking out from between two buildings towards your car, which you unlocked and waited for her to get into the passenger seat and close the door before you spoke.

“Are you okay?” You asked, outstretching your hand and tilting her head towards yours when she wouldn’t look at you.

“‘M fine,” She nodded, her eyes watering.

“Okay I get that you didn’t want to talk about it over the phone but don’t think for a second that I’m believing that crap. You look like a kicked puppy.”

She groaned and closed her eyes for a moment, “There were no investors. Just Daddy and Jeff-”

“Hold on, since when do they tolerate each other?” You asked, resting a hand on her knee.

“I don’t know but they apparently do now. Or at least, when it’s convenient,” You could almost hear her roll her eyes as you turned forward again to pull out of your parking space.

“What did they do?” You urged her on and took your hand off her leg to put it on the center console, but she quickly grabbed it and laced her fingers with yours before putting your hand in her lap.

“They cornered me about something I leaked to the press, not Crystal related this time, and- the whole thing was really embarrassing, I don’t really want to get into it right now.”

You squeezed her hand gently and nodded, “Okay, that’s perfectly fine. Though I have to say I had no idea you leaked something, I haven’t checked any articles in like, two days.”

Fallon chuckled, “Oh boy, just wait til you read these.”

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“Screw you, I’m not going anywhere. I need to talk to you about the C-R-A-Z- why does the crazy lady have a gun?” Fallon asked, her jaw slack.

You were on your way to follow Fallon into the dining room, but stopped when you heard what was going on. You turned on your heel, quickly and quietly walking towards where you knew Fallon kept her gun.

“She’s not crazy, she’s been faking her brain injury,” Crystal replied calmly.

“Why fake such a miserable life? Actually- that’s a rhetorical question. I think I know exactly why. I think you’ve been faking lots of things.”

“Sit down,” Claudia said, gun pointed at Fallon.

“You never had a brain injury, did you Claudia?” Fallon asked, shaking her head.

“Of course I did, I almost died,” She said quickly.

“That’s true, she and Mathew were in a terrible car accident,” Steven interjected.

Crystal cut in, too, “I remember it.”

“I bet,” Claudia spat before turning her head back to Fallon. “That was the night I found out he was cheating on me, I just didn’t know who the other woman was.”

“All you knew was that one minute your husband was cheating, the next he wasn’t going anywhere because he had to take care of you, and then you got better,” Fallon said with a raised eyebrow.

...

When you got close enough again to be able to hear, you heard Fallon speaking, “Girls can be engineers, too, Dad. When I was a kid I told you I wanted to be one so you introduced me to Mathew, who told me his wife was an engineer. That was before your accident, of course.”

You smiled to yourself as you listened, God you loved her. You clicked the safety of her handgun off, just waiting for the right moment to come in.

“You killed him, you killed Mathew,” You heard Crystal say.

“No, I loved him. You killed him,” Claudia replied, which made you furrow your brow and you almost let out a scoff at how ridiculous this lady was. “He told me he was leaving me even though I was sick.”

“Even though you were faking it,” Fallon corrected.

“He didn’t know that. You took him from me, and once this snake ran me over, I saw my chance to do something about it-”

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” You said, stepping into the room, the barrel of the gun pointed straight at Claudia, using one hand to aim and the other hand used to steady the gun, just like Fallon taught you. “but I think you guys have let her pity party run for too long.”

And with that, Claudia faltered and you took your shot, shooting the gun right out of her hand before giving Fallon her gun, “I think this is for you.” Fallon smiled proudly and took it, taking her aim at Claudia, who was not left defenseless, “I wouldn’t try anything,” She said with a smirk once she saw Crystal pick up the gun Claudia had been pointing at her. “Not sure if you’ll be able to pull it off as well as you pulled off the brain injury.”

[the-fandom-abyss]

Fallon Carrington Masterlist

[Fluff ♡] [Angst ❀] [Smut ☆]

Fics:

📍Oh Baby Baby ♡

📍Unwanted Attention ♡

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Being Fallon Carrington’s Wife

the two of you elope as to avoid the press crashing your wedding 

fallon’s dad is pissed when he finds out, but she couldn’t care less 

you make some calls to get your show switched from being new york based to a studio in atlanta 

both of you have busy schedules, but neither of you miss each other’s important events 

fallon is excused from going to three movie premieres a year 

you get to skip two functions and four business dinners a year 

for your six month anniversary, you take fallon to three different fashion weeks in rapid succession 

she meets some new clients and that keeps her busy while you go film a movie 

you’re pretty lucky as to be able to decline having to take contracts that would keep you away from her for periods longer than six months at a time 

fallon will fly up to see you during filming if she really misses you 

her excuse is always that skype sex is hot, but not doing it for her completely 

when you are out filming, you lease an apartment near the studio 

the two of you stay there and fallon won’t leave until the two of you go on a couple of dates and have a lot of sex 

as her business expands, she starts flying out of the country and sometimes she’ll take you with her 

if she doesn’t, you’ll try to fly out at least once to see her if she’s out for over a month 

the two of you agree to slow down on working in order to adopt a child 

it’s a long process, but you have to admit that money definitely helps speed up the process 

when the adoption goes through, fallon calls her father and invites him to the gather the two of you are throwing to celebrate 

fallon’s brother goes a bit overboard with the gifts, but you and fallon would have been surprised if nobody had tried spoiling your new baby 

[nnightskiess]

₊° 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

₊° 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥

₊° 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲/𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 ���𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭?

Y/N rolled off of Fallon, sat up and held the thin satin bedsheets up to her chest. They sat in silence for a couple seconds, both women trying to catch their breath. Fallon closed her eyes, the places where Y/N had touched her were still tingling— from her jaw, arms, hips to Y/N’s most favourite place, in between her thighs. 

Fallon had hoped to linger a bit longer in her dream like state, but the sound of bedsheets moving blew away the cloud she was on.

“Where are you going?” 

“Not everyone was born into a billionaire family, I’ve gotta go to work.”

Fallon rolled her eyes playfully, but felt also partially pissed off. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched the woman graciously dress herself. There was no rush or walk of shame since this was a usual thing for the two of them. Just to release stress, just to be intimate with someone while both of them were single, nothing serious. Sure, they were attracted to each other in a sexual way but that was all it ever would be. No strings attached, as they had both promised each other. Fallon wasn’t interested in another relationship and Y/N didn’t seem the type for it either way. 

But lately, Fallon had felt out of control. She blamed it on the situation with her father but knew far too well that it was something rooted deeper, something personal. She had also started to feel different about their time together. The sex was mind-blowing, Fallon wasn’t complaining about that, but her night somehow always felt ruined afterwards. The aching in between her legs no longer was a reminder of a great time, it was a reminder that that was all it was ever going to be. The sex was the only source of satisfaction, but it didn’t last anyway. Because just like now, all memories were being washed away as she watched the woman leave with a cheeky smile on her face. Still, there was no way that Y/N was the problem behind her issues. No. She was just something on the side, how could she ever be the main thing on her mind?

Even after Y/N hadn’t texted or called her for a month, and all Fallon could think about was her, she still pushed the thought to the back of her head and managed to lie to herself that the problem wasn’t Y/N.

Fallon needed to de-stress and since there was no way she’d be vulnerable and text Y/N first, she found herself with a drink in hand, sitting on one of the barstools at Club Colby. She had seen Y/N walk in and had watched her like a hawk. The girl seemed to be talking with friends, no way was Fallon going to join them. Yuck. 

“Tough break up?” 

The bartender had noticed it too and glanced between her and Y/N. Fallon scoffed and her lip curled into a sneer. She grabbed her glass and walked to the other side of the bar. Her emerald glittery dress, silver heels and her bouncy brown locks caught Y/N’s attention. Fallon seemed to notice too and her sneer immediately turned into a smirk. Y/N nodded her head in acknowledgement and sent her a smile but Fallon was still pissed for being kept in the dark for all those weeks like she was some casual hook-up...well... she was, but still. 

She quirked an eyebrow, challenging Y/N on what to do next, but a tanned brunette suddenly blocked their eye-contact. She greeted the group of friends, gave Y/N  a quick hug and then, without giving Y/N a second to realise what was going to happen, she grabbed the girl’s neck and started making out with her. Fallon gripped onto her glass in anger, watching Y/N trace the tattoo on the girl’s arm and watched in disgust when they let go of each other and then  laughed like some lovey-dovey couple. The brunette hid her face in the crook of Y/N’s neck, giggled and then planted a kiss exactly where Fallon knew she liked it. Fallon furrowed her eyebrows, almost feeling Y/N’s touch on her too when she saw her trace patterns on the girl’s arm.

Fallon downed her drink and slammed it onto the glass table. A few people turned their heads but apparently it hadn’t been loud enough to shake Y/N out of her bubble. 

The last straw was when the brunette grabbed Y/N’s hand, leading her outside. 

Oh no, no, no— not on her watch.

“Hey!”

Fallon’s yell made the pair stop, the brunette looked confused but Y/N had recognised her voice. Fallon crossed her arms and tilted her head, an eyebrow raised at the two women in front of her. The brunette was beautiful. Her natural tanned skin brought out the glitter in her light green eyes. The slight curls in her hair complemented her face and the tattoo and nose ring made her look even more ethereal— like some warrior princess. 

Fallon didn’t falter and pointed between the two, 

“Sorry, what is this?!” She sent daggers to the brunette and didn’t soften her expression when her eyes met Y/N, she was just as much in the wrong, maybe even more, since the girl couldn’t have known about her and Fallon— but Y/N did.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t play dumb-”

Fallon’s nostrils flared when the brunette cut her off. 

“You said you were single?” She shot a sad, hurtful look Y/N’s way, who immediately raised her eyebrows.

“I am! I mean- I was.” 

Fallon didn’t miss the way their hands were intertwined and how they looked at each other after the reminder of their fresh relationship. Fallon’s heart sank in her stomach and she froze up. It suddenly became very clear to her why she had felt so off lately. But after this clear loss, she couldn’t let Y/N know that her heart had just broken into pieces. She was Fallon Carrington, after all. She was indestructible. 

“So it’s that easy?” 

“What is?”

Fallon’s sneer reappeared, “Think you can discard me like that?” She snapped her finger, “Well, guess again, you’re mine, remember?”

“Let me hit you with the blunt instrument of reality— we never dated, Fallon! We were never a thing! You know that! You can’t treat me like I’m your damn property! You don’t have a leg to stand on in this argument.” Y/N stood her ground.

The statement hurt her more than she wanted to. She suddenly felt like one of her expensive dresses, the ones she fell in love with and thus immediately bought, wore once and then kept hanging in the closet to never be worn again. With a new-found confidence, fuelled by the anger towards both women in front of her, she opened her mouth,

“So what was it then that made you lose interest? Should I have given you a cheque every time you came over? Pay you for your services like some whore? Was that it?”

Fallon realised how messed up it sounded the moment the words left her mouth. Nonetheless, she laced her expression with as much venom as she could muster. Y/N however, seemed to stay rather calm under her hard glance, even though Fallon’s words stung her like a whip.

“Money doesn’t mean a thing to me. But of course you wouldn’t know, since you expect to bribe people with it for your own needs, you damn Carringtons.” She spat out her last name, making Fallon flinch. 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

Y/N spat out, knowing how ironic that must’ve sounded now that Fallon no longer had her fuck buddy around.

Fallon watch Y/N tug her new girlfriend out of the club. 

Well, here’s to another thing she fucked up.

[multifandomimaginesworld]

Imagine: Dating Fallon and being her assistant

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine dating Fallon and being her assistant

Setting down her pen, Fallon rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance as she looked at her paperwork in disdain. As much as she loved being in charge of her own company, she did not enjoy all the signing and long reports that came with it. She was about to dive back into it again when she heard a knock on her office door. “Come in.”

Watching as [Name] walked into the room, a smile appeared on her face. Though she tried not mixing her personal life and business, she had to admit that hiring [Name] was the best idea she had. Not only had her girlfriend made her life 100% more easier at the office practically reading her mind and being five steps ahead of her when it came to Fallon’s needs, she did get to see her more often.  “We just received the newest contracts from Weimann. I already sent it out to the lawyers and we should be hearing back from them tomorrow morning. I also got a call from Murray about wanting to meet. I checked your schedule and I wrote him in for the 7th at 3pm. It’s the only time you had available.”

“I should have hired you to work for me a long time ago,” Fallon said with a grin. “You’re definitely better than my last assistant and I’m saying this from a business standpoint.”

“Anything to help this company. I know how much it means to you.” Reaching out, she grabbed Fallon’s hands and gave it a light squeeze. [Name] took a step back as she focused back into business as the tablet in her other hand beeped, “I gotta go. I just got a new email. If it’s who I think it is, I need to respond quickly.”

Heading toward the door, she was just about to exit when she turned back to Fallon. “Don’t forget we have a dinner reservation at Le Toit Lunaire for 8.”  

Resting her head on her hand, Fallon nodded. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

[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.

[falliamnation]

a very falliam playlist - part 1

[uraveragelonelygay]

Who I write for!

Here are the fandoms and characters I write for! I only write character x reader fics! (i also write poly fics) i don’t write character x character fics!

The Wilds

-Leah Rilke

-Toni Shalifoe

-Dot Campbell

-Shelby Goodkind

-Nora Reid

-Rachel Reid

-Martha Blackburn

-Fatin Jadmani

Alexa and Katie

-Alexa Mendoza

-Katie Cooper

Victorious

-Jade West

Dynasty

-Kirby Anders

-Fallon Carrington

Dare Me

-Addy Hanlon

-Beth Cassidy

Harry Potter

-Ginny Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Luna Lovegood

Marvel

-Wanda Maximoff

-Natasha Romanoff

-Gamora

-Shuri

-Yelena Belova

-Maria Hill

-Hope Van Dyne

-Kate Bishop

[firbyimagines]

imagine after fallon tucked kirby into bed, she kissed her on the forehead and then rubs it with her thumb

[mviswidow]

thank me at dinner

Fallon Carrington x Reader

Word count: 900

Warnings: casual drinking, language

Prompt: could I request one of fallon x Female reader where fallon is kind of obvious to the fact that the reader is in love with her and reader gets all shy and flustered whenever fallon is close by her or whenever she's talking to her and fallon secretly likes the reader too but doesn't know how to deal with it and Michael casually speaks up about it to her one night as they drink and hang out and fallon is like all defensive a bit because she's to afraid to admit her feelings are true but eventually she goes and feels confident enough to ask the reader out and flirt with her more?

“You dating anyone?” Fallon asked as she took her tequila from the bartender and rested her chin on her hand.

“Nah, I’ve been busy with work,” Michael chuckled and shook his head. “But what about you and Y/n?”

Fallon choked on her drink as she threw it back and Michael patted her back until she cleared her throat and looked at him with an incredulous expression, “What about us?”

“Are you guys going out? What’s the deal?”

Her face contorted and she shook her head, now wishing she had another drink, “There’s no deal, Culhane. We’re friends- I think. I don’t know, she’s Sam’s friend, I just hang out with her sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging out the end of the word. “Well it seems to me, and probably everyone else, that you guys like each other.”

“I don’t like anyone, Michael. She’s just…”

“She’s just what?” He asked when she trailed off.

Fallon groaned and ordered another drink from the bartender before turning back to him with a scowl on her face, “I don’t know, she’s really pretty and sweet and I guess I kind of like her.”

Michael smiled, “Mhm, that’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” She poked, now taking a sip from the cocktail she ordered. “What would you have me do anyway?”

“Ask her out,” he deadpanned, as if the answer had been super obvious.

Fallon shook her head, “I can’t do that, I don’t even know if she likes me back or whatever, besides, she’s Sam’s friend and she’ll tell him and then it’ll be weird-”

“Okay, you obviously don’t pay attention enough,” he interrupted. “That girl has the most obvious crush on you.”

Her brows furrowed and she carried a skeptical look on her face, “What are you talking about?”

“God, I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you, Fal. Y/n is one of the most confident people I’ve met-”

“Ehh, not really,” Fallon interrupted and took another sip from her drink.

“Not around you, because she likes you too and she gets nervous.”

Fallon stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about how you acted around her and how you did around Sam before shaking her head, “I’m just intimidating, Culhane.”

“Yeah, so is she,” he scoffed. “Just think about it.”

Fallon spent the rest of her time at the club distracted. She was replaying every moment she’d spent with you in her head, every touch you’d shared, the little things she noticed about you, and maybe she liked you a lot more than she thought. 

She ordered a water to sober up before calling her driver to let him know that she was almost ready to leave. After saying goodbye to Michael, and rolling her eyes at his smirk, she hurried into the car and wracked her brain to figure out something she could do.

By the time she’d made it to the manor, she still had nothing, but she was getting impatient and she wanted to talk to you now. You were staying in the guest room, Sam had gotten Steven to argue with Blake for it, so she popped in the restroom to check her hair and her makeup before hurrying up the stairs before she could talk herself out of whatever the fuck she was about to do.

She knocked twice on the door and stood outside anxiously waiting for you to open the door. Her anxiety bubbled up inside her as she saw a bit of light turn on and heard you walk over, though she now felt guilty because she realized you’d probably been asleep.

Your eyes widened when you saw Fallon standing outside your door, looking flawless as ever, while you stood in your pajamas, but Fallon thought you looked absolutely adorable.

“Hi,” Fallon smiled softly, now feeling a bit sheepish.

“Hi, Fal,” You forced yourself to smile back and tucked hair behind your ear nervously. “Is everything okay? It’s late.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I woke you up I just, I really wanted to see you.”

You felt your cheeks burn and your heart fluttered at the soft expression gracing Fallon’s features, “No, that’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Fallon nodded her head and shoved her hands in her pockets before you spoke again, “Was there something you wanted to say or.. not that your visit isn’t welcome I’m just curious, I guess.”

“I don’t know if I want to say it,” She sighed quietly and looked at you with searching eyes, which made you want to crawl back into the comfort of your bed.

“But?”

“Go on a date with me.”

You blinked a few times and your mouth opened and closed, “What?”

“Please. I don’t say please a lot, you know.”

You smiled and bit your lip, “I didn’t think you liked me back.”

Fallon frowned and stepped forward, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing your cheekbone with her thumb, “Of course I do. You’re like, perfect.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile, “Says you.”

“I’m always right,” She said, dropping her hand. “I’ll let you go back to sleep, but thank you.”

“I believe I’m the one who should be thanking you, Fal,” You shook your head.

Fallon hummed with a small smirk, “Thank me at dinner tomorrow night.”

You chuckled and nodded your head, “Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Fallon said, taking your chin between her forefinger and thumb to tilt your head to the side so she could press a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush.

“Night, Fallon.”

[the-fandom-abyss]

Dynasty

📍Fallon Carrington Masterlist

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Declarations (Fallon Carrington x Reader)

Carrington parties were big deals. You had worked a couple whenever you were in college and working with a catering company. Now, you’d graduated and were managing a small-ish one. That was how you met Fallon, who you were seemingly hopelessly in love with you. The two of you had been dancing around saying what you were for a long time now, but she always called you whenever she needed to make something look nice. Lately, she’d been calling you over for smaller and smaller things that she could have handled herself. 

“Oh my, now that is an outfit to turn heads,” Fallon said as she looked you over. You ducked your head down to hide your blush as you scratched the back of your neck. You had put your hair up so it was out of your face and gone with just a dark, yet subtle eye look and some a bold lip. Your outfit was what you were really proud of though, which you had thanks to Fallon. She had sent you a perfect fitted black suit with a crushed velvet rose pattern that you had to pay attention to catch and a pair of Vans with a pink rose pattern on the side. 

“There are people here to impress,” you flirted. Fallon linked her arm with yours and walked you through the party. “So, what exactly am I doing here?” 

“You’re my date,” Fallon told you. You gave a small nod and she grabbed you a glass of champagne from a waiter. The two of you socialized for a bit and then Fallon called a toast when everybody was seated at their tables for the dinner part of the night. 

“Fallon, what are you doing?” you asked as Fallon stood up and grabbed a microphone. 

“This is a special time. One where we should be with and celebrate the people that we love. I’ve had a rough time with my own family, but in that rough period, I met someone who I hold near and dear to my heart. So, tonight, I toast to the love of my life, Y/n. I can’t imagine giving my heart to anybody else in the entire world.” Fallon raised her glass and looked at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat. Normally, you’d die with all the attention she’d brought to you, but you were ecstatic that she’d just publicly announced that she was in love with you. 

“I love you too,” you said as Fallon sat back down next to you. Everybody was still staring at the two of you and almost immediately after the dinner, the two of you made quick exits.

[nnightskiess]

。◦ﾟ· 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 ·ﾟ◦ ｡

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘

◦ﾟ· 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ·ﾟ◦

stealing little sisters

older sister

more than a casual hookup 

[multifandomimaginesworld]

Imagine: Having a love hate relationship with Fallon

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Fallon getting mad when Alexis tries to break you and her up

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

The walk up to the front door of the Carrington manor did nothing to calm the fury Fallon was feeling. It did the opposite as more anger filled her as she marched up and threw open the front door, not caring in the slightest that it slammed against the wall or that it didn’t close behind her. One of the maids would do it. She had bigger priorities. "Where the hell is she?” She yelled out, looking around to see if Alexis was in the foyer. “Oh, mother, you can’t hide from me!”

Both Steven and Sam looked at her in confusion though only Steven questioned her. “Fallon, what’s wrong?” 

“Don’t even try to protect her, Steven.” She warned. “Not even you will be able to defend her from this.”