#Fallon Carrington x Reader

[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]

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.

[queerpumpkinnn]

Queerpumpkinnn's Sapphic September is coming soon!

Throughout the entire month of September I'm going to be doing some writing for female characters x fem! or gn! reader. While I do love reading and writing for male characters I really don't think there's enough sapphic fanfiction in the world so we're gonna fix that.

The event technically begins September 1st BUT I would love to get some ideas ready now so that I can have stuff to publish from the get-go!

Guidelines: Female characters, that's kind of the whole point. Reader has to be fem! or gn! but that's kind of in my general rules for requesting anyways. It can be smut or fluff, any genre, a poly group, as long as it doesn't violate any of my writing boundaries.

(Female) characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham

Marvel: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Criminal Minds: Emily Prentiss

Grishaverse: Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Alina Starkov, Genya Safin

The Vampire Diaries: Katherine Pierce, Lexi Branson

Misc: Fallon Carrington

Keep in mind that as much as I want to fulfill everyone's requests and write as much as I can, I am not obligated to fulfill every request sent in even if it is within my guidelines nor am I required to write full length fics for every single request. Thank you for understanding.

[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

[dixongrimesgirl]

Requests

I post my fanfic on AO3. Here is my link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/StrangerArrows

My requests are open. I have no ideas. If you have anything you want to see from me these are what I’m open to writing atm.

Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar

Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak

Zeke Landon and Reader

Dan Espinoza and Reader

Steve Harrington and Reader

Dad Eddie Munson and Reader

James “Sawyer” Ford and Reader

Marcus Cole and Reader

Emma Swan and Killian Jones

Legolas Greenleaf and Reader

Fallon Carrington and Liam Ridley

Aragorn Estel and Reader

Clint Barton and Reader

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff

Matt Murdock x reader

[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.

[rewiringtoheal]

To be set free (Fallon Carrington x Reader)

There is not a lot you can say to be perfectly honest. Being in love with Fallon Carrington makes any rational thought leave your mind especially in the name of self preservation so deep down you knew that something like this would happen eventually; the world you both live in is just too dangerous for things to run smoothly. 

Putting yourself between Eva and Fallon is done without hesitation. You feel your natural instincts kick in as soon as she pulls the gun out. The panic and fear for the woman you love's safety consumes you until you've got her set firmly behind you. 

Everyone standing on the podium with you looks startled at your sudden outburst until they all clocked what only took you moments to see. By then it's too late the gun has already gone off and then everything starts happening in slow motion. The way your body freezes up. The feel of the bullet piercing your skin. The warmth of blood seeping into your clothes and the path it flows down your abdomen. The way Fallon gasps your name in pure fright with tears shining in her gorgeous blue eyes. It all feels like it lasts forever. 

As you lay on the ground, looking into those beautiful eyes possibly for the last time you feel free. You saved her. Even though her husband was right beside her; you are the one who believed her about Eva and ultimately came to her rescue when she needed it most. Your best friend, your love is safe now. As you start to fade out you catch sight of Liam crouching down next to Fallon. And you hope that he finally gets his act together. He has no idea how lucky he is to have Fallon's love the way he does. If she looked at you like that for even a second…

[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

[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 

[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]

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

[queerpumpkinnn]

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

[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 𝐭𝐨 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.

[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.”

[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