#fallon carrington x y/n

[peachyteabuck]

one for the money // fallon carrington x reader

↪ summary: after years away, you figure it’s time to explain to fallon why you left 

a commission for @devillskettle​

↪ pairing: fallon carrington x reader

↪ words: 3584

↪ trigger warnings: homophobia from a parent (blake is a shitty parent), blackmail, switch!fallon, switch!reader, focusing on top!reader, orgasm control, orgasm countdowns, hatefucking

 Nothing in your life has gone according to plan. Your major? Changed six months into undergrad. Your career path? Abandoned for a graduate offer a few months after graduating. The outfit you planned last night? Peed on by your cat in the middle of the night, requiring you to wear the outfit you wore the day previous. Your breakfast order this morning? Messed up by the drive-thru employee. In your field, with your luck…hoping for predictability isn’t enough. You have to be able to find comfort in chaos or else you’d be screaming into every damn pillow you could get your hands on, and probably on a much higher dose of anxiety medication.

None of this, none of your years of preparation for “times your life has gone off the goddamn rails” seems to matter now. Not a single minute of the quick fixes and pivots and carefully constructed plans dashed could have prepared you for the moment to come. The long drive from your company-provided AirBnB certainly don’t help either – the two hours alone in your car in Atlanta traffic a full one hundred and twenty minutes of silence that have you itching to get out of your own skin. Still, when you arrive and park, you wish you had more time…hoping you could delay the inevitable task ahead of you.

You haven’t been at the Carrington mansion in a long while. Part of you feels it hasn’t been long enough, that centuries could pass between visits, and you’d regret stepping through the front door. Another part of you feels like it was yesterday; like you had merely stepped out for dinner and are returning home after a few hours away. Not much has changed either way, the statue that once sat in the immediate view of the front door is no longer there, and the carpeting in the front room has changed. But the twin staircases, the marble floors, the haunting feeling that settles into your bones…that’s just the same as the day you left. The family scent hound’s there, too, lounging on a dog bed you’re sure was prohibitively expensive while the rest of the world ignores him the same way it does them. You want to pet him, see if he remembers you; but the fear he doesn’t keeps you in your place.

The worst part is, the mansion is nearly silent. Nearly no one is home. Blake and his wife (which one is this? Four? Five?) fucked off to the Bahamas for a week-long vacation at an all-inclusive resort. The older Carrington sibling is similarly gone, his ex-boytoy luckily gone, too. Whether they’re in the same place is none of your concern, all you truly care about is that they’re not here with you. Even Anderson has taken a few days off, returning to New Zealand to do…whatever it is he does. All that’s left are the lower servants, who – if they do recognize you – say nothing as they hurry past to do whatever stupid chores Blake left for them. You are stagnant, listening to the sound of shoes walking past you occasionally. The non-slip sneakers make a distinct, soft squeak, a sound you’re nearly enjoying when you hear the harsh, sharp sound of stilettos. They start far off, a sound you hope is just an impending thunderstorm. As their tight, even pace continues, though, growing louder with every passing click…you know your fate.

So you stand, inert, staring straight ahead into nothingness, waiting for the voice of the woman whose heart you broke to ring through the empty corridor. And, Heavens above, does it ring.

“Get out of my house,” she hisses. You don’t need to see her face, you can imagine her pursed lips and narrowed eyes and brow furrowed with rage. It’s almost cute.

You keep your gaze straight ahead, not giving her the satisfaction of eye contact. “Your name doesn’t go on the deed until both Blake and Steven die and we both know it.” She gasps then stomps down the stairs, and only when you feel her body heat and can smell her signature perfume do you look at her. “Fallon,” you say, looking her up and down. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

She doesn’t respond, anger radiating off of her like heat rays from the sun. “You left me!” she growls through grit teeth. With her so close it’s easier for you to see her, truly, in all her glory. She looks almost the same as the day you left, with perfect makeup and perfect teeth and perfect nails and perfect jewelry that perfectly complements her perfect outfit. Really the only thing that’s changed is her bangs – these adorable, childlike bangs that once covered her forehead and now are gone. Her hair is still the same, slightly curly and a wonderful dark chocolate color you want to twirl around your fingers. If Fallon didn’t look like she’d bite your hand if you tried, you’d be threading your fingers through her locks and pulling her close.

“I-“

You aren’t able to defend yourself for your self-admitted misgivings before she’s pouncing on you like a cat, knocking you to the ground as she screams. “You fucked off to your fancy fucking college and left me here!”

You can’t tell what she’s trying to do, her fists balled but punches reminiscent of a toddler whose animal crackers were taken away. At least she doesn’t want to really hurt me, you think.

You scoff as she grabs ahold of your blazer lapels, shaking you back and forth. You keep your head angled to avoid the hard floors (blood would be very unbecoming on your cream shirt), but allow her to use you like a punching bag. “I didn’t leave you, I left this house.”

Fallon’s eyes narrow, her movements never ceasing. “And I fucking live here, asshole! You can’t leave this place without leaving me in it! You left me alone here!”

Tears – tears you ignore for her own dignity – prick at the corners of her eyes. Beneath her fiery outrage you know she’s upset, genuinely upset with you and what you did. You have no defense, really, and so you let her do what she needs to do until she tired herself out and stands back up. Though her heart races in her chest and her nostrils flare, she calmly moves the hair that covers her face back into its proper place. After a beat, you follow suit, getting back on your feet and facing her once more.

“I,” you sigh as she raises a single brow. Don’t lie to me, it says. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me. Not here. Not now. Not after what you did. “Let’s go up to your room where we can talk.”

Fallon considers your proposal, neither of you acknowledging the awkward housekeeper who dusts the paintings that hang a mere ten feet from the both of you. She doesn’t say anything when she accepts, simply exhales and turns on her heel to walk back where she came from. You follow, equally silently, until you’re both in her obnoxiously large bedroom and standing far enough apart to where you can’t count her eyelashes.

“Come back,” is all you tell her. Your heart aches for you to touch her again, to smell where she sprays perfume on the juncture of her neck, to nose at her hairline. She doesn’t move. “I’ve missed you.”

She merely raises her eyebrow once more. “How much?”

You move closer in the face of her stubbornness, tracing your hands down the seam of her top. “More than Romeo missed Juliet when he found her dead body at that casket…”

She fumes, silently. It’s a good answer, one much better than she was expecting. You take her silence, even as her jaw tenses, as the okay to continue. Your hands travel from her elbow to her shoulder, down the black edge of her cardigan thumbing at the expensive knitwork. You want to tease her, mockingly ask whether it was actually as hard as she wants to make it seem to let you near her again. But she’s skittish, like a newly rescued feral kitten. So you keep your voice low, focusing on small movements and quiet praises. “You look nice.”

Fallon gives you a little snort but doesn’t pull away. A good sign. “If you’re here to butter me up into not being upset, it’s not going to work.”

You shrug, tracing the outside of the matte black buttons. “Nah, honest. You look good in this.”

She’s wearing a sweater set – some knit houndstooth pattern that a cropped cardigan and skirt that falls mid-thigh share. She’s got a black shirt underneath, the style reminiscent of a t-shirt but made of a silk much nicer than any jersey fabric. It doesn’t really matter what she’s wearing, or even that she looks fucking delectable in it. What matters is that it grants you easy access to her pussy. Or, more accurately, the panties that cover it. You move your head ever so slightly, softly pressing your lips to hers.

“These are nice, too” you murmur into her lips, your smile only growing when she scowls.

Her eyes narrow, her jaw setting as she tenses. She doesn’t move away, though, just digs her manicured nails into your bare upper arm. “What did you expect, granny panties?”

You give her a little snort, but don’t stop tracing what you think are embroidered flowers. A small pool of dampness is starting to form, but you don’t give her the satisfaction as the pads of your fingers trace every petal. “No, I just sometimes forget that you’re the kind of stuck-up bitch that wears lingerie on a random Tuesday.”

You ignore your mother’s voice in your head telling you that only hussies forgo pantyhose as you move them to the side. Fallon’s breath hitches as the cool air brushes over her wetness, a similarly small gasp leaving her lips when you tease at her entrance. “How long as it been since someone touched you like this, pretty girl,” you whisper, raking your teeth ever so lightly against the shell of her ear. “Or has the rest of the world treated you like an antique, beautiful but untouched in some climate-controlled cabinet.”

You know the answer. Fallon’s a very particular woman, a particularity that also manifested in who she has sex with. Even the careless hookups were chosen with specificity, people she knew could be trusted (or at least blackmailed into silence if need be). You hadn’t been the first woman who fucked her (and who she fucked in return), but the way her body had reacted to yours during those hours-long sessions had you knowing that you were something special to her. Even if you were more object than human, there’d never be another you.

As you rub at her clit her beautiful sighs fill your ears like an award-winning symphony, her body becoming more pliant as pleasure replaces distaste in her veins. You use her acceptance, her letting herself go just a tad, to flip her around so that you and her both face her ridiculously large closet. Her moans are loud, lewd, like they had trapped themselves inside of her throat and just now were releasing themselves from their imprisonment. They go straight to your core, flint striking upon an already raging fire that burns inside of you. Flames lick at your organs as you rub loose, lazy circles, ignoring the frantic bucks of her hips.

“Be patient,” you tell her. The words are firm even though they have no edge. You’d give her anything she asked for in a heartbeat…you’re just trying to keep her from begging so that you can make up for lost time properly and at your own pace. “I’ll give you everything you need, princess. You just have to be patient.”

She whines, but obliges.

You can’t help but laugh when you go to palm at her breasts, untucking her shirt and moving the cup of her bra aside. A bra you can’t see – but can tell from the fabric and raised pattern matches her panties.

“What are you laughing about?” Fallon huffs, trying to shove her ass back to force your fingers deeper.

You ignore her actions, pulling her up so that her back is flush against your chest. “Nothing, just thinking about how you’re such an uptight control freak you wear matching sets when you know you have no plans.”

She has no retort to that. Partially because it’s true, and partially because you’ve got one hand plunging below her panties to insert a single finger inside of her. It’s not enough – for your little size queen it’ll never be enough – but it certainly has her moaning and chewing at her lip to suppress the desperate, slutty sounds.

“C’mon, baby,” you too. “Be loud for me…” You can tell she isn’t convinced, so you lower your voice just a tad and kiss at her neck as you speak. “C’mon, princess. I’ve missed you too much for my first time back to be so quiet.”

And, to her credit, she moans unabashedly. A smile plays on your lips as you realize it’s because she’s desperate to reach her own peak. No, you think. No, she can’t take the reins back like that so easily.

“You come when I tell you too,” you tell her, leaving no room for argument. “I’m gonna count down from five, and I want to feel you come around my fingers when I get to one. Understand?”

You can practically feel the clever retort forming on her lips, but it dies and is replaced by another moan when you fit three fingers inside of her, the other rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit. All she can do is nod.

“Good, princess,” you murmur. Part of you wants to start at a higher number, but you’ve denied yourself this pleasure for too long. Selfishly, you want to see her fall apart in your grasp – and to be the only thing there to catch her as she does so. “Five.”

She moans, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and digging her hands into whatever skin of yours she can get ahold of. It hurts, the feeling of her nails breaking skin, but you don’t say anything. You deserve that pain – probably more, and she deserves an anchor. All you can do is be thankful she found it in you, and that you were here this time to provide it.

“F-fuck,” her words are strangled, and it’s a struggle to keep her upright. You love it.

“Four.”

You increase the pace of both hands, feeling her stomach tense and watching her hips fuck down onto your fingers. You wish you could record this, and watch it every time you got off. Nothing could be hotter than watching the effervescent, perfectly put together Fallon Carrington fall apart so effortlessly under your touch.

“Three.”

She chokes out a sob, desperate. Whether she wants more to please you or to come, though, is the question.

“Two…” you feel her fight against you, while grinding against the hand that circles her clit. The two parts of her, the one that wants to obey, and the one that wants to chase every bit of pleasure she can find, battle each other. Regardless of who wins, though, you’re determined to reward the champion.

“You okay, love?” you ask. It’s genuine, even if a touch of torture threads itself into your tone.

Fallon nods, breathing harder than you’ve ever seen her pant in her life. “F-fuck you, don’t you dare fucking s-stop,” she threatens through gritted teeth.

All you can do is smile. “One.”

You can feel her clamp down around you, tightening around your fingers like a vice. The most sensitive part her jumps under your fingertips as she screams, spasming under your grasp.

As she comes down from her high you maneuver her to the bed, crashing upon the thick duvet like waves upon a shore. You don’t say anything until her breathing evens out, her eyes closed as she curls around you.

“I didn’t leave you, you know…” you sigh as you say it, the gross feeling of expressing a genuine emotion making your teeth itch. Still, you manage to keep talking – even if it feels like your skin is covered in a thick, wet slime. She turns away, looking straight up as you speak. You don’t try to get her back. “Blake offered to pay for my education through a PhD and said he’d consider funding my research if I stayed away.”

Fallon doesn’t look at you, continuing to stare up at her ceiling. That indignant tone softens just a little as she speaks, her indignant facial expression set in stone. “That’s a lot,” she pauses. “Considering your field.”

You don’t say the quiet part out loud. You’re in engineering, focusing on green technology and environmental justice. Having a world-renowned advocate and scientist on his side would let Black get away with a Hell of a lot more than he is now. It would quell the Steven’s of the world – ones who want to feel good more than they want to be good. Ones who don’t go hunting for grant proposals or know how to use SourceWatch; ones who think straw bans work and bring their own tote bags everywhere they go. In the beginning, you felt guilty, for doing what you did under Blake’s watch. But nothing paid the bills better than oil barons, and when creditors started to come knocking, they didn’t much care for a piece of paper with “I’m doing important environmental research” in reply.

If there’s anyone were to understand what kind of spot you’re in…it’d be Fallon. She’s one of the few people who truly understand Blake’s influence on the world, how hard it is to get out from under his thumb. Which is why she stays silent – doesn’t try to fight you again, or question your choices like friends and colleagues did. She’s just…quiet, tracing your jaw with her right index finger and looking you up and down. “It’s really hard to be mad at you with my father manipulating reality like that.”

You shrug. “Rock and a hard place. Had to take it. Didn’t really have any other options.”

The next question she asks is one you knew was coming, but it still digs the knife deeper into your already scarred heart. “Why’d you come back? Why now?”

Because if I went another day without seeing you I think I’d explode. Because I love you. Because life doesn’t feel worth living if I can’t have you in my life.

You shrug once more. “Knew him and his snitches would be gone, so I took the chance. Figured it’d be better to see you now than at Blake’s funeral.”

She snorts, and you wish you could capture the smile on your face. You don’t want to grab your phone, though, don’t want to risk turning the location on and being found out. And you just burn the image into your memory, praying you see it every time you close your eyes for the rest of your days. “Is that when the contract ends?”

It’s hard not to sigh, to think about the lack of legal protections you have if Blake wanted to fuck you over. “Technically there isn’t a contract. He just checks in on me on the first of every month to hand me a check, ask if it’s enough, and remind me to stay away from you.”

The next question hangs in the air, unasked and unanswered. Why Blake’s always hated you matters less than why Blake wants you to stay away from Fallon. Steven being gay is one thing – he’s already a black sheep, and falls in line when necessary. Fallon’s too…unpredictable. She’s done too much to deserve happiness, to deserve what you can give her. Black would never say this, of course, not to her face or yours or anyone else’s. The excuse you were given was about her focusing on what matters, on restoring the Carrington name. Certainly more flimsy than the truth, but the near-ridiculous amount of zeros at the end of the first check he cut you filled in the gaps for him.

Money talks, just as much as it keeps people quiet.

The both of you are silent as Fallon processes what’s happened, and you watch her face as she does so. It’s been at least eight years since you’ve seen her in person, even if you’ve watched her career closely through a series of Google alerts and trashy magazine email lists. You have no idea whether she’s done the same for you (even though you know she didn’t read either your undergrad, master’s, or doctoral thesis…which you can’t really fault her for. Fallon Carrington is a lot of things, but she is not an expert in mechanical engineering). All you can do is hope she knows you still love her, even after all these years.

Fallon is the one to break the silence, getting up from the bed on shaky knees and opening the safe hidden in her nightstand. “That was a fun conversation. Now get on all fours, because I’m going to fuck you.”

Needless to say, you do as you’re told – even if it’s with a smirk tugging at one corner of your lips and bratty ideas sparkling on the inside of your skull.

[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.

[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?

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, I'm new to this app and I don't know if this is how this works but I was wondering since you've recently done a Fallon Carrington x Male Reader, you would consider doing a Jade West x Male Reader?

Y/N applauds Jade’s play as it ends…

Jade saunters up to Y/N and hugs him tightly…

Y/N: your play was amazing. A bit more upbeat than your last.

Jade: what can I say? I got you as my inspiration.

Jade kisses Y/N passionately…

Y/N: wanna go home and let me inspire you some more with a home cooked victory meal?

Jade: yes please.

[queerpumpkinnn]

Hey, I’m not sure if you do requests between two different characters or just y/n and a character but if you do, I would like to request a Kirby anders/Fallon carrington coffee shop au fic where Fallon works at a shop and kirby comes in, and becomes a bit obsessed with Fallon, then dumbifys her, and then smut(if you don’t enjoy writing kirby anders you could make it fem-reader) also I love your writing have a wonderful day<333

First of all, thank you so much for requesting! A few things regarding your request. I did state in my rules for requesting that I only write character(s) x reader, and that I don't write sex at first sight scenes (also I personally find Kirby annoying so I don't write for her lol). I did use Fallon x fem!reader coffee shop au though, so I hope you like it!

All Hot and Bothered

0.6k words

Summary: You visit your girlfriend Fallon at work and get her all hot and bothered.

Pairing: Fallon Carrington x fem!reader

Content warnings: Mention of food and drink (non-alcoholic), slight sexual innuendos. Will I make a part two? Maybe someday ;)

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Would you normally get coffee from a shop that isn't on the way to work?

No.

Are you doing it this time?

Yes.

Why?

Because the one out of the way happens to be the one your girlfriend works at. And since she's your girlfriend, it is your sacred duty and God-given right to tease the living hell out of her whenever you please- and you so please today.

Naturally, Fallon's deep appreciation for your body is present regardless of your attire, but in her opinion, the human body looks best when it's naked. You kept that in mind as your clothing. Shorts a little shorter, tank top a little tighter and lower cut. Of course you'd simply blame it on the weather.

As you sat in your car in the parking spot collecting your belongings, you glanced through the glass walls of the shop. You could just barely make out the shape of her standing behind the counter. She hadn't noticed you, at least not that you could tell.

With a sly smile tugging your cheeks at the thought of how your girlfriend would react, you stepped out of the car and into the shop, headed immediately towards the register.

There were two or three people ahead of you in line, which meant Fallon had enough time to notice you walking in, take a good look at you, and watch you step behind the other people to wait to order. You loved giving her a little time to sweat.

By the time it was your turn to order, Fallon was already visibly distracted. And I haven't even spoken yet.

You placed both hands on the counter, leaning forward ever so slightly. You stood a little taller so that you would be standing over her if not for the counter. Just waiting for her to say something.

"Hi, welcome to Femperial Coffeehouse, what can I get started for you?"

The reaction wasn't entirely what you had expected, but upon further inspection, you could see how affected she was. The intense focus of her eyes on the computer even though you hadn't placed an order so as to avoid blatantly admiring your body.

"I'll have an iced white mocha and a strawberry scone, please." You told her sweetly, staring at her through bedroom eyes.

Fallon cleared her throat, typing into the computer and forcing a customer service smile. "Of course. What's the name for your order?"

She walked right into that one. "Don't give me that. You know what my name is."

This was, of course, a reference to a name she only called you under a specific circumstance. You knew she was thinking about it as you watched her type a bit more. Fallon handed you a receipt.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You smiled at her, winking and taking the paper bag and small slip of paper from her fingers, sauntering away to a table to wait for your drink.

As you watched Fallon take more orders and frequently glancing over at you for a split second, you realized something. You didn't ask for a receipt. You glanced down at the paper and saw a note scratched out in delicate writing with faded black ink.

Next time you do that I'm dragging you in back.

You couldn't help the grin creeping on your face as you drug the pad of your thumb over the letters.

Well then I'll just have to do that again, now won't I?

~

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Business Partners -n.jaemin

Pairing: CEO! Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: Bratty reader, rude Jaemin, language, mentions of cheating, sex, fingering, receiving head, giving head, moaning, hardcore sex, teasing, it’s just smut at the end. 

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Being married to a CEO isn’t fun but it’s fun when you marry your enemy.

A/N: The reader is giving bratty, Fallon Carrington vibes. If you guys watch Dynasty, you know what I mean.

To you, I’m sorry it took forever. I hope you liked it. 

You work in the biggest trade company. You started under your father, but he cannot carry on due to old age. So you took over his legacy. You understand on how he does business and he never stop trying until he gets what he wants. That’s how you are. 

To be successful, you need to know how to do business. You’re not the type to seat around and let things go slowly. You made sure your staffs has to keep keep up the pace with the changes around the company. If they don’t understand how you do things, you fired them. You didn't want to waste your time.

During your time working at this company, you had so many assistants fired because they couldn't keep up with your pace. Luckily, this one stayed by your side for a while.

“How’s the report on the new trade” You walk into your building as your assistant tries to keep up her pace with you.

“It’s been the same since it was launched, Ms. y-” you stop walking and take off your sunglasses.You turn around to look at your assistant.

“What are you doing here still?” You said sternly. She was lost for words, clutching to the papers against her chest. “Go on get to work” you shoo her and made your way to your office.

When you got to your office, someone was already sitting in the guest chair. Hmmm. You went to your desk and look at the guy. He’s good-looking, pretty jawline, pink lips, and black hair. You sat down on your chair and sigh. “Who are you?” You look at him.

He let out a soft chuckle and unbutton his suit, before you can speak, you called your assistant for a cup of tea. And told the guy to carry on. “Your father told me to meet you here” he started.

My father? You thought.

“I’m here now, so what’s your problem?” You were getting irritated with his presence, so you wanted him to hurry up.

“I’m not sure if your father told you, but he wanted us to meet before the wedding” you stop him. “Wedding? What wedding?” You tried to process what just happened.

“Yes, our wedding,” He said, looking at your name plaque. You stand up and walk in behind your chair back and forth. “Sani, where’s my tea!” You yelled for your assistant. She opened the door and hurried to your side and place the tea on the table.

“I’m sorry I don’t even know who you are” you begin with. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls a business card. He handed it to you.

You read ‘Na Jaemin, CEO of Na Enterprise.’

“I don’t remember my dad telling me about this marriage” you put the card on your table. He chuckles.

“Well maybe if you’d stop firing your workers and go see him you’ll know” he sends you a petty smile. You glared at him.

“We see each other now you can leave” you nudge your head to the door. He smirks and licks his lips. He was probably didn’t expect you to kick him out already. He stands up, showing his perfectly tailored suit, and left your office.

You made your way to your father’s office in the house, he was sitting down at his desk drinking coffee. “Hello, father. When were you going to tell me about that CEO?” You ask as you sat down on the chair.

“So he came to visit you today?” Your dad asks. You nodded.

“I’m marrying you two off. He’s got a good company, if the two of you guys merge companies it’ll help in the future” your dad said monotonously.

“But father, I don’t want to marry him. My company is doing great! I don’t even know his company until today” You argued. He sucks his teeth and glares at you.

“I don’t want to hear it. Your wedding is next week. Pick a dress, I’ll do the rest” your dad demand. You groan and storm out of the office.

The next following was busy for you, you had to pick a dress for the wedding and things are hectic with the news. Everyone wants to know how the two of you meet, who’s attending the wedding etc.

“Sani, I don’t understand why the press is here. I told you they have to go” you look at the press with their cameras in front of your building.

“I’m sorry Ms. y/n. I told the security that but I’m not sure what they did” Your assistant panicked.

“I hope to not see them before my wedding. Don’t tell them anything, don’t give them anything” you sternly said. Your assistant nodded. You scoff and made your way back in the elevator to get to the garage.

The wedding came in no time. Here you are in the alter, faking a smile in front of your new husband. “I do” you smile at him.

Hell, you haven’t even kissed him yet.

“I do” he smiles. You had to admit he’s got a good smile.

“You may kiss the bride” the officiate said. Both you and Jaemin smile at each other as he pulls your waist into his body. You rest your arms over his shoulder and he cupped your cheeks and pull you in for a tender kiss. It was short and sweet. Everyone cheered for the newlywed as the two of you walk down the aisles with your hands in each other as you made it in the car.

As soon as the door closes, you both quickly let go of each other hands. The driver takes the two of you to your private jet and head on your honeymoon. Which is in the Maldives. You both had to share a bungalow. The weather was perfect. It was bright, sunny, and very hot.

It was more of a working honeymoon. Neither of you talked, only working on the phone. Jaemin left to talk on the phone for a business matter, meanwhile, you changed into your bikinis to get some sun and possibly swim. As you were resting on the lounge chair, you admire the breezy air. It’s been a while since you went on vacation.

You heard Jaemin come back in and heard his footsteps near you. You open your eyes to see Jaemin sitting on the chair beside you. He had his swimming trunks on, wearing black sunglasses, and had his body exposed. He looked good under the sun. His pale skin was shining from the sunscreen he had put out.

“So like do we get a divorce later? Or?” You started speaking. Jaemin didn’t answer you. You rolled your eyes. You stand up and drop your sunglasses on the chair and took off your coverups. You fix the chair, to make it more down and lay on your stomach. You turn your head away from Jaemin.

Jaemin looks over at your body, mainly staring at your ass. Then, he closes his eyes back. You look at your wedding ring, “did you pick this ring yourself?” You asked, the rock wasn’t even that big.

“No, I asked my assistant to pick the most basic wedding ring she could find,” Jaemin said nonchalantly. You scoff and turn to look at him.

“You have a girl assistant?” You got curious. Jaemin nodded.

“How many times you fucked her?” You smirk. Jaemin looks at you. “Do you want to know?” He smirk as he took off his glasses.

“So many times” he whispered. You snicker. “Men” you rolled your eyes. You got up and went to test the beautiful blue water. It wasn’t too cold, it was warm. Then, you felt a foot on your back and you got pushed into the water. You yelped and swim to the surface. Jaemin standing over where you were just at.

“You fucker, not even 24 hours as a married couple, you want to kill me?” You cursed. Jaemin shrug.

“If you die, do I get to keep your company?” he smirks. You splash water on him. Jaemin did have a good body. You can see his sculpted abs.

“Do you need some help up princess?” He asks. You glared at him as you swim to the ladder.

“You can help yourself and drown” You mutter. Jaemin heard and laugh. As you made up on the desk, you fix your top and push your hair back. Jaemin was just staring at you.

“God, how long do we even have to be here?” You groan and push him to the side. “Baby, you acting like we won’t live together after this honeymoon” You heard him say.

You forgot, your dad bought a house for you two to live in. “I hope there are more than two rooms” you mutter. You lay back down on the lounge chair.

Jaemin grab the sunscreen and sat at the edge of his lounge chair. He squeezes some of the liquid into his hands and rubs it together. He, then, begin to wipe it on your thighs. “What the fuck are you doing?” You look back at him.

“The sunscreen got washed off, the least I could do is put it back on you,” he said. You look at his hands and then ignore him.

You let him massage the sunscreen on your backside as you slowly melt into his hands. Not only he was putting it on, but he was also massaging you.

He made his way to your ass and begin to squeeze it and get everywhere on your ass. Jaemin focuses on your cunt area as he massages the sunscreen into your back.

“Don’t get any funny ideas Jaemin. You got your assistant if you want your cock sucked” you said. Jaemin laughs.

“She does it better anyways” he purred in your ear. You let out a laugh. You don’t know anything, Jaemin.

A week later, you got back to work as usual. It was less hectic now. The business was going well. You were checking Jaemin’s business from the file your assistant had pulled out. His company is not bad.

“Sani?” You called your assistant. She came in and stand next to you.

“Is there anything in my schedule left for today?” You asked. She shook her head no.

“Great, I’m going to see my husband. You all can leave early today” you smile as you gather your stuff.

“Oh thank you Ms. y/n” your assistant walked you out of the office.

You made your way to Jaemin’s company, unannounced. It was 6 pm, the sun was going down. You might just use this opportunity to visit him.

“Hello, Mrs. Na, welcome” a pretty girl welcomed you. You gave her a look. From the way she dresses, she must’ve been Jaemin’s assistant.

Short skirt, pretty legs, and that blouse, she unbuttoned the tops to show her breasts out for Jaemin.

“Where’s his office?” You demand her. She pointed straight. “I’ll take you there,” she says.

Before she could knock, you just barge in. Jaemin turns his head towards you. His assistant close the door as you made your way to his desk.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. He checks the time and then back at you.

You cross your arms as you take a look around. “Is it bad that I want to see my husband?” You lied. Jaemin scoffs as he takes off his glasses.

“Seriously, if you don’t have business here, just go home,” he said, irritatedly.

You pointed at the door, “that was your assistant right?” You ask him. He sighs and leans back on his chair.

“Hmm, no wonder you’re hitting that” you smirk as you look at his books collection.

“Is this why you came here?” He asked, tiredly.

“Basically, yeah” you nodded.

“Do you want me to tell you what we do here? Like where I fucked her?” He asked. You shook your head no and made your way back to the chair and sit down.

“No, I was just curious about how she looks” you look at him. Jaemin looks at your lips and back at your eyes.

“You sure? I have time” he leans into his desk. You smirk as you look down at his wedding finger. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band.

“I’d rather not. Keep your affairs out of my sight. Just know, if it gets out, bye-bye business” you wave at him. You got up and walk to the door. When you pull the door, his assistant flew right in as if she was eavesdropping.

“Your little pet is a noisy one” you chuckled. She fixed herself and kept her head low. “Go on, Jaemin’s stress. Ahead will do” you laugh as you close the door on them.

“Ms. y/n, branch manager Jung is here for you,” your assistant said from behind the door. You quickly fix your posture, pulling up your skirt a little higher, and loosen your blouse to show your clavicle.

You cleared your throat, “Let him in.”

The door open and Jaehyun came in. You smile at him and stand up to hug him. He leans in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Jae, it’s been a while” you chuckle. He nodded. Both of you take a seat on the couch in your office.

He looks down at your thighs and then back at you. Jaehyun was your former flame. The both of you did hook up now and then. But you haven’t seen him for a while since he took over your business in America.

“I saw the news, you got married!” He exclaims. You rolled your eyes and shrug.

“Nothing to brag,” you said. He laughs.

“You know I missed you,” he said in a low tone. He leans into, moving the piece of hair behind your ear.

God, he’s so handsome.

“You know I do too” you lean into him as you slide your hand over his thigh. Jaehyun but his lips, showing his dimple.

“Does your husband please you as I do?” He whispered seductively.

“No, he doesn’t,” you said back as your face was inches from him.

“Fuck, I could fuck you right now” he breathe out. You touch his growing bulge. His breathing hitched as you begin to stroke it.

“Hmm, why don’t you?” You pur. He cupped your cheeks and lean in for a needy kiss. You got up on top of his lap and lean into the kiss. Jaehyun runs his hands underneath your skirt.

“Naughty girl,” he noticed you didn’t wear spandex. You felt his hands run along your fold. Jaehyun kisses down your neck and to your breasts.

You moan as Jaehyun places a kiss down your neck as his hand roams down to your folds. “Fuck I miss your hands so badly” you beg. Jaehyun smirks as he leans in to kiss you again.

Two days had passed, you and Jaemin had to attend a fundraiser night. You two must come because you both just had a wedding and your attendance was much needed.

You had your arm around Jaemin’s arm as you both say hello to your business partners. “I’m sorry we missed the wedding but we wish you both the best,” your close business partner said.

“Thank you Mrs. Shin” you grab her hand and squeeze it.

“I know your wife is a bit harsh but trust me, she’s the best at doing business,” she told Jaemin. Jaemin laughs and touches your hand.

“I bet she is” he faked a laugh. She bid the two of you goodbyes and left, leaving you with Jaemin in the middle of the room.

“Where’s your assistant? I’m surprised you didn’t let her come?” Jaemin looked around the room trying to see your assistant.

“I don’t have her around my fingers all the time like you have your assistant,” you said through your smile.

“Y/n! You’re here!” Jaehyun voice appeared behind you. You and Jaehyun hug each other as Jaehyun look at Jaemin.

“I didn’t know you were coming?” You chuckled. You were happy to see him here, at least for a familiar face.

“Yeah, since I was already here, I might as well attend,” he said as he look at Jaemin, who was just glaring at him.

“Jaemin, the husband” Jaemin put out his hand for Jaehyun to shake.

“Jaehyun, the branch manager” he shook Jaemin’s hand. You could feel the tension between the two. You quickly move their hands away from one another.

“There, there, people are watching” you chuckle nervously.

“I’ll go say hi to everyone, I’ll be back” Jaehyun lean in to hug you, staring at Jaemin and left your side.

“Is he your boy toy?” Jaemin takes a sip of his whiskey. “You have yours, I have mine” you smile.

You look at his ring finger again, he still wasn’t wearing it. “Look, I know you didn’t want to marry me but at least wear your ring” you hiss at him.

Jaemin smirks, “to favor you? No, I don’t think so” he winks at you.

You thinking about divorce right now. You unhook your arm from his. You took off your wedding ring and put it inside his pocket.

“You can get a refund for that since I won’t be wearing anymore” you smile at him before leaving his side to get fresh air.

As you close the balcony door, the classical music muffled behind you. Your phone started ringing as you take it out.

“Hello?” You answered annoyingly.

“M-ms. Y/n?” You could tell by the voice, so you look at the caller ID.

“Sani?” You ask.

“Ms. Y/n, I’m sorry to bother you but,” she sniffles. “I need your help” she cried on the other line.

“What’s going on?” You panicked. You’re not the type to show emotion but your assistant was growing on you.

“M-my daughter” she kept stuttering.

“Sani, breathe in and out. Start speaking when you get your words together” you told her. She didn’t speak but you heard him take a deep breath in.

“It’s my daughter, she’s sick. I don’t know what to do” you heard your assistant cry.

There's a lump in your throat, you know you don’t like when people cry. It's a weakness of yours. “Text me the hospital you’re in right now, I’ll be there” with that you end the call and went inside.

“Where are you going?” Jaemin asked. You ignored him and left the party. You took Jaemin’s car since that was the car you both used to get to the party.

You drove to the address your assistant sent you. You look around to find your assistant. Once you found him, you notice how her daughter was pale, she was frail and her lips were white.

“Sani?” You called her quietly. She looks up from holding her daughter’s hand.

You took her to another room where you both drank coffee together. “I didn’t know you have a daughter” you begin. She sniffle and nodded.

“I got pregnant at a young age” she nodded. “A year ago, she started having random seizures and she was having trouble speaking so I took her to the doctors and found out she has a brain tumor” she explains.

She started crying. You hush her and pull her into your arm. “She’s been going to chemo trying to slow it down but the doctor said she has a chance of survival but they need to remove it” she wipe her tears.

“Ms. Y/n, I can’t afford it. Her father's side doesn’t even claim her as theirs. I’ve sold our house to help pay for her hospital fees but-“ you hush her.

“Sani, why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?” You felt bad. All those times you were rude to her, you didn’t know what she was going through at home.

“I don’t want anyone to see that I’m struggling. I just do my job and go. I don’t want anyone to see me like this” she says. You sigh and squeeze her arm.

“Sani, you’ve been my assistant for more than 2 years. I’m surprised you didn’t quit your first two weeks” you chuckled. She looks up at you with teary eyes.

You sigh, “whatever you need help with, please let me know. I want your daughter to grow up and have a happy life with her mother,” you told her.

“Where are you guys staying?” You asked. She wiped her tears. “We live with my mother in her house” she responded.

“Is there space for the three of you?” You asked. She cried and shook her head no.

“Sani, I could’ve helped you. Why did you keep this to yourself” you sigh? She apologized.

“I’ll help you out” you gave her a reassuring smile. She looks up at you, “you will?” She asked.

“Both of us will” Jaemin’s voice spoke up. You almost jump. You didn’t know he was standing by the door the whole time.

“Oh thank you Ms. y/n and Mr. Na” she hugged you. You smile as you hug her back.

You and Jaemin left the hospital after you paid the medical bill so they can start the surgery for her daughter quickly. Jaemin had called one of his friends who owns a real state company to buy a house for Sani.

The two of you got to the car feeling good about yourself. “I can’t believe the ‘cold hearted’ y/n just helped out her worker” Jaemin smirk as he got inside the car. You rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t read those newspapers they put anything without knowing me” you sigh as you put your seatbelts on.

“What you did today was amazing,” Jaemin touch your thigh “You gave her a new life.” He squeezes it.

You smile, you did.

That night, Jaemin saw another side of you. A softer and warmer side of you. A side he never knew you had.

A few days had passed, Sani came back to work and told you her daughter’s surgery went well. Her daughter made you a thank you card as well as a gift basket with fruits in it.

“Ms. Y/n, Mr. Na is here for you” She peeked through your door. You nodded and she open the door for him. Jaemin walked in with a grey suit on. He notices the gift basket.

“It’s for us, her daughter made you a card too” you gave him his card. He read it and smile.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, leaning on your chair.

“You know that trade with did with Sloan’s enterprise? They were getting enough shipments or they didn’t receive the total shipments” Jaemin said. You furrowed your brows as you try to find their documents on your messy desk.

“It’s 39 in total right?” You read the report. “Yes, but they only receive 35” Jaemin responded. You groan and try to look at the newer reports.

“Oh wait, it was there’s a delay, the rest of shipments will come in tomorrow. There’s a problem with the ship” you said. Jaemin nodded. He looks over at your desk.

“Do you have a lot of work?” He asks. You nodded, you lean back into your chair.

“I can help” Jaemin unbutton his suit. You open one eye, “you will?” You didn’t expect him to help you.

“I’m free” he shrugs as he takes a document from your desk. You watch him as he read through the documents. You smile, it was nice having someone to help you so you don't have to deal with everything on your own.

“Just let me know before you confirm everything” you made sure. Jaemin rolls his eyes, “I’m a CEO too” he said as a matter of factly.

You chuckle as the two of you work through all the untouched documents. A few hours had passed, you were laying on the couch, reading through the last few documents. Jaemin was on the phone with a business partner trying to confirm a new action.

You groan as you felt like your head was going to explode. You set your glasses down and rest your eyes. You ended up falling asleep.

Once Jaemin get off the phone, he noticed you fell asleep. He took the document off your hand and set it down on your coffee table. He grabbed his jacket and lay it over your body.

“Ms. Y/n-“ Sani walks in but Jaemin hushes her. “I’m leaving right now. Is there anything else you want me to do?” She whispered, looking at your sleeping body.

Jaemin shook his head no and tell her to go home. Jaemin ended up finishing everything and rested on the chair across from you. He ended up falling asleep too.

You woke up around 1 am, you notice Jaemin was sleeping and had finished all your documents. You look down to see he had to cover you with his jacket.

You didn’t want to wake him up, mainly because he was probably tired. You decided to let him sleep.

The next day, you were back in your office after going home and changing. You got the news that Jaemin’s company got backfired from one of his business partners.

You quickly got up and left to go see Jaemin. When you arrived, his office was going crazy with the news. You also heard a bunch of yelling coming from his office.

“Don’t go in there, he’s really mad” His assistant tried to stop you.

“And you’re out here doing nothing?” You ordered. She kept quiet. “Useless” you mutter and went inside Jaemin’s office.

His office was a complete mess. Papers scattered on the floor, he had punched his computer, glass shattered. Jaemin looks furious. His tie was undone and his hair was a mess.

“Jaemin!” You called his name after he was about to throw his name plaque on the floor but he stop midway when he saw you.

“What do you want?” He snapped. He was breathing heavily. You took the name plaque from his hands and put it back on the table.

“For you to calm down,” you said softly. Jaemin scoff and sit down on his chair.

“I trusted that guy! And look where it got me” he hiss.

“I can help you” you reassure him. Jaemin looks at you, “how?”

“Did you forget I have companies tied around my fingers” you smirk. Jaemin wasn’t sure what you were saying.

“Most of my global branch funded his company, all I have to do is stop funding him. Make him lose money and boom he’ll come begging you to help him” he fixes his tie.

“Just like that?” He asked. You took out your phones and sent a few texts and look back at him, “just like that.” The two of you mischievously smile.

The next day, the guy did come back and begged Jaemin to help him. You were seated on his chair while he stands beside you. “First of all, you should know who you’re messing with. Second of all, don’t you fucking dare mess with my husband like that, and third of all if you mess up this contract again, bye-bye company” you wave at him. Jaemin mouth bye-bye to him.

The guy looks at the two of you worriedly as he promised you both not to do it again. “Do you mind baby?” Jaemin asked to speak. You nodded.

“We won’t be needing your company again. You did us a favor. The other companies noticed how you betrayed me and decide to withdraw from investing in your company” Jaemin explained. The guy cried even more.

“See, you shouldn’t mess with us” you smirk, crossing your arms.

“You may leave,” Jaemin said. The guy begged Jaemin again. “Oh you can still keep the shares you took, but I don’t know about your company through” Jaemin shrugged. The guy tried to come to you but Jaemin protected you from him touching you.

“Security!” Jaemin yelled over the guy. As soon as he leaves, you and Jaemin exchange high fives.

“That was awesome! I shouldn’t have underestimated you” Jaemin cheered happily. You were glad to see him like himself again.

“Let’s have dinner tonight?” He asks. You look at him, wasn’t sure if he was playing. “Yes sure.”

That night, Jaemin set a table in the living room with candles and flowers. He had made steak for the two of you and you bought the wine. You dress in a cute dark purple dress that stops mid-thigh. It was just a dinner in your house but you felt like dressing up since you both never had dinner together.

“It smells good,” You said from the top of the stairs. Jaemin smile when he heard your voice. As you made your way down the stairs, Jaemin stand at the bottom of the stairs with his hand out for you to take.

You thank him when you set him down. You look at the food in awe. “Cheers to a powerful couple” Jaemin raises his glass. You chuckle and clink your glasses together and take a sip of the red wine.

You both ate dinner and talked about it earlier. The food made the two of you full as you both sat quietly just sipping the wine. Jaemin was staring at you which made you blush. “What?” You look away from his stare.

“You amaze me sometimes,” He said quietly. You chuckle.

“You know, I like you when you were mean to me” You tap on your glass with your index finger as your eyes make their way to his lips.

Jaemin raised his voice, “you do now?” He asked.

“I do,” you said. The air filled with tension. You could feel the heat building in your stomach.

In the heat of the moment, the two of you got up and kiss each other. You smash your lips against his. You hungrily pushed back, opening your mouth as his tongue push into yours. You grip his head firmly, tangling your fingers into his black locks. Your tongue battling back and forth with his like two wrestlers trying to pin each other.

He pushed you into the black leather couch and got on top of you. “Tell me, do you want to find out who gives you a better head?” You whispered in his ear. Jaemin's breathe hitched. “Fuck yes I do” he responds. You got back up and push him on the couch. Jaemin’s legs open wide for you. You kneel on the floor in between his legs.

Your hands stroke his thighs, sending him sensation as he leans his head back. You kept your eyes on him. You find his zipper and unzip his pants. You slip his briefs down along with the pants. His throbbing cock swung up. You gasp as you look at the size of that thing. Jaemin hazy eyes look down at you as you grab his cock with two hands and stroke it.

Jaemin moan. His moan is like music to your ears. “You’re so big” you pur as you eye his cock. Jaemin’s hand stroke your cheek and pull your hair back. You lean into his cock and put his length into your mouth. “Fuck” he breathed out as his head fall back.

You lick the tip of his cock with your tongue and make your way down to the bottom. You teased a little on the head. Then, you started deepthroating him. “Fuck y/n” he moans as he grabs your head and pushes you lower, making you gag. You take his cock out of your mouth and stroke it again as saliva drips down to your chin. You send him lustful looks.

You then lick around his cock like it was a lollipop, keeping your hand on the base of his cock. Then, you kept deepthroating until you could feel his orgasm approaching. So you back off to keep him on edge. Jaemin hiss and he grab your throat. “You suck me so well” He whispered. He lay you down, taking your dress off of you and taking your panties off.

He ran his fingers over your fold, feeling the wetness that formed earlier. Jaemin smirks as he looks at you. “All wet for me,” he said. He put two fingers inside, surprising you, and begin pumping you. “Fuck baby” You moan just as you were about to grab his head, Jaemin leans into your clit and begins licking it in a circle.

You moan louder and tangle your fingers into his hair. Jaemin look up at your as his tongue kept going in a circle. “I want you to fuck me, Jaemin” You beg him. He nodded and kiss your clit and remove his fingers. He spits on his hand to wet his dick. You watch him tease your clit with his cock, rubbing his cock over your folds.

He then slowly insert it, making you moan in pleasure. He begins to thrust his hips in and out slowly. “Don’t go slow, I know you want to fuck me hard” You demand. Jaemin curse and rest his hands around your throat and begin pumping into you hard and fast.

“Just like this?” He breathes out. You nodded as he pump into you deeper. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes as Jaemin thrusts in deeper making the couch move.

You moan loudly from the pleasure he’s giving you. You clenched your walls on him making him curse out, “fuck don’t do that” he moaned. Jaemin put his thumb into your mouth so it can shut you up from all the noise you were making. You suck on his finger as you felt tears strumming down your face from how good he’s making you feel.

“Your pussy is so good baby, did anyone ever tell you that?” He whispered in your ears. You nodded, “they have” you mutter. Jaemin got angry. He begin choking you but made sure you can still breathe. He took your legs and put them over his shoulders. He leans into you, making him hit the deeper inside of you.

“Fuck” You cried from the pain and the pleasure.

“Try again,” He said lowly. You hold onto his wrist and clench your walls. Jaemin curse again.

“But they don’t do it well as you do” you finished. Jaemin smirk and lean down to kiss your lips. It was a soft and passionate kiss. He rests his head on your forehead.

“Come in me” you beg him. Jaemin nodded and pick up his pace. He slips his hand to your clit and plays with it. “You’re going to make me cum, Jaemin” You moan as you felt your spine begin to arch. Jaemin begins rubbing it faster.

“Fuck” the two of you said in unison. You grip into the couch as you felt you were about to release. Jaemin leans to kiss your lips again as he releases his warm juice inside of you. Jaemin moan into your lips and you came. Jaemin lay his head on your chest, breathing heavily.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. He nodded against your chest. You lean to kiss his forehead. Jaemin look up at you with those brown orbs, “you’re perfect” He whispered. You blush and cover your face from seeing him.

“Seriously” he removes your hands and leans in for a peck on the cheek. You begin to yawn, your body was tired and you wanted to sleep.

“Let’s go to sleep?” He asked. You nodded. Jaemin carries your body in bridal style and heads up to your bedroom.

[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.”

------

“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.”

[its-me-im-coraline]

Cry Baby // Ethan Torchio // Playist Fic

words // 1244

warnings // angst angst angst, mentions of struggling with mental illnesses but nothing graphic, but also fluffy caring Ethan

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. aghhhh this is the first fic on my little playlist thingy omg and i am excited although this is v angsty oops. If you don't know what this is supposed to be, i have a playlist tagged on my masterlist, you can send in a song from there or an entirely different one and I use that song, the lyrics and the feeling its music gives me to write a fic.

song is cry baby by the neighbourhood

also, maybe im projecting or maybe im affected by fallon carrington singing her wedding vows lol. also the photo of ethan here, sooooo cute

request // nope

summary // Reader has a hard time trusting people. When Ethan comes into their life it get’s worse. Reader is preparing for unavoided heartbreak but Ethan just might change their mind heart.

They were too stuck in their own thoughts for this relationship. Maybe it started at the wrong time or it was the perfect time but they had the wrong mind. They felt like a narcissist, making everything about them, while having a hard time hearing his side.

He was perfect, too perfect to ever be in this relationship, and maybe that thought scared them. Living around people who only cared about themselves, people who never cared how much they hurt Y/N, they were afraid to admit they might be doing the same to him.

They had not been together for long, only a few months, but the man acted as if he knew them forever. He did not care if they knew each other for a month or five, he was not willing to let them suffer alone. There were the two am panic attacks, calling Ethan at that time, waking him from his sleep, crying about the inability to calm their mind and sleep. He never complained. Or the days he spend at their house, Y/N having a hard time getting off bed, the depressive episodes hitting a little too hard; Ethan spend those days rubbing their back, making sure that they were alright.

Maybe that is what drove Y/N to be defensive, maybe their mind was alarmed by the man’s caring behavior -something so unfamiliar yet needed for them- that they felt defensive every time he was around. Maybe they spoke too much, and they thought the man would be scared away from them. “I’m not going away, Y/N, not for a long time, not at all if it’s on my hand,” he’d say after every fight, when Y/N would say yet another thing they did not mean. He was just too perfect.

“I really meant what I said that, Y/N,” he all but whispered to his lover. “I do love you.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan. How do you even know, it’s too soon!” Excuses, excuses, excuses and more excuses to plain and simple sabotage to themselves.

“You just know, when you know, amore, and I do.”

They could not look at his eyes anymore, afraid that with just one glance from the man their tears would fall, their guards would fall. And, if they let the guards fall even for a moment, it made them vulnerable to twice the heartbreak. So their eyes stayed glued to the floor, never leaving or daring to think about looking elsewhere. Every other place felt like a danger zone.

“You don’t have to say it back, amore, but you can not expect me not to.”

The fear never left, the fear that the young man was lying. He could not actually feel that way, could he?

Just as Y/N spiraled into yet another anxiety attack, there he was again with his soothing words and his soft touch on their face, his breath so close and so fresh hitting their face. “I’ve got you, it’s ok, follow my breath baby, come on, you are doing amazing, that’s it…” It did not take long for them to calm down a bit. Maybe it was the fact that a person finally respected their emotions rather than getting offended by them, but they felt safe even if only for a moment. “I’m here, I love you.”

It kept happening, over and over and over again. The man would profess his love but his love was not ready to believe him. It got him exhausted. He did not mind waiting for them to say the words back, he understood their past and their pain and how hard it is to vocalize something you feel. What he did mind was their active refusal to believe him, so it was the time to confront them.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have a moment?” If a single phrase could put their mind in a frenzy it was this one. The words could not form so they simply nodded their head, moving towards the sitting man.

“Look, Y/N, I-”

“If you are to break up with me just do it,” they said, the words leaving their mouth before even getting the chance to be filtered. They did not want to say that, hell they simply did not want Ethan to break up with them, but the fear was impossible to be hidden.

“What?! Amore, are you even listening to yourself?” He was exasperated. How could Y/N possibly think that, even now, after almost a year together. It hurt the man, it hurt him how much they refused to open up but it also hurt him that someone caused that fear to them before.

“I know what is happening, Ethan. I know I am hurting you with my inability to say those stupid words back. I’ve heard what you said to Victoria the other night -I did not mean to (!)-” “Hey, hey, let’s pause for a second there, amore. I’m not breaking up with you, that is not the problem. But, if you really heard what I said to Vic that night you would not be saying what you are,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, holding his lover’s face between his palms, “I’ve told you countless times I love you, and I will never take that back. I know you do, too. You don’t say it but you show it, but my love, the issue is not the words. The issue is you don’t believe me.”

Y/N was left speechless, not knowing what to say to the man besides that he is right. They’ve been having a really hard time believing that they even slightly deserve this love, the love that the Italian drummer in question has given them more than enough of. He was so kind, so caring, so loving that the more the relationship progressed the harder they found it to believe in his words.

“You can’t possibly truly love me, Ethan,” Y/N said calmly, tears in their eyes, mostly from anger, anger targeted at their mind.

“Then why are you even with me, Y/N? Huh? If you don’t believe that why are we together for almost a year now?!” The high volume of his voice was a stark contrast to the soft and collected tone he usually had, but his emotions were starting to take over and it was utterly obvious at this point.

Y/N did not know what to do, being left speechless for the second time in less than two minutes. Their mind raced for an excuse, a reason as to why they kept being with him if they really did not believe him, until the answer came to them and it was like a lightbulb going off: “Because I know that I love you.”

It came out almost as a whisper, as if the words were trying to not be heard. It was a strain of their voice, a sudden sob accompanying the words that broke Ethan’s heart. His love, his sweet, sweet love, the person he could not stop yearning for no matter how close they were… they were hurt, afraid of being loved - or more so afraid of being lied to. Ethan pulled Y/N into his arms, hands rubbing comforting cycles, lips letting the sweetest of nothings to come out.

“It’s ok, it’s alright, I got you, I’m here, I’m holding you, I am not leaving, I love you.”

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11

[peachyteabuck]

video killed the radio star / fallon carrington x reader

↪ summary: fallon has a very specific stress release routine. 

↪ pairing: fallon carrington x reader

↪ words: 2102

↪ trigger warnings: JOI, camgirl au, tentacle dildo, sorority au, college au, maturation involving vaginal insertion, 

Everyone thinks Fallon has everything under control. She always looks impeccable, has been on the dean’s list every semester since she started college, and already has several papers published in reputable journals as an undergrad student.

She’s the president of a sorority notorious for chewing girls and spitting them back out. She’s got eyeliner that’s always even, lipstick that never smudges, and a sense of style that signals to everyone that she is smarter than them – regardless of who they are. She’s an editor for the school newspaper, she’s the TA for an Intro to Econ class with a professor known for curving grades downwards. She’s cutthroat, she’s mean, she’s is perfect.

And they’d be right. Fallon is not one to release control, especially not when it comes to her appearance. She is perfect, there is nothing that could throw her off her game.

Part of this chokehold on herself involves a very specific, very dedicated stress relief schedule. On Tuesdays and Thursdays she goes to the on-campus gym to do kickboxing while listening to an audiobook. Mondays and Wednesdays she does cardio on the treadmill in the sorority’s gym while listening to a podcast. Thursday nights she has a spin class in the city. Sundays and Saturdays she spends an hour in her room on her bed reading a book with noise-canceling headphones that play white noise (unless it’s raining, then she opens all of her windows and forgoes the headphones).

Fridays are her favorite day. She doesn’t party on Fridays, she doesn’t go to dinner with her sorority sisters. From eight to midnight her curtains are drawn, the lights that line the ceiling are switched to purple, and her door is locked. No one knows what she does, they just know they are not allowed to bother her. No one knows, of course, except you.

It's a bit of a misnomer, seeing as that you have nearly a thousand other clients on Friday nights (and, no one will ever know she’s there because she has six different layers of security on her laptop). But in a way, you’re here with her, and that’s enough for her. She listens as you do your usual intro, making small talk and giggling along with the men who make lewd jokes. The ching of tips has already started, you reading off the names of the larger tippers.

“Already?” you ask with a giggle that makes Fallon’s heart sing. “That’s so sweet guys, thank you so much!”

Fallon tips you double the required amount, readjusting her laptop and getting under one of her many blankets as she hears your adorable little gasp. The chat asks about your day, how your classes are going, what bills are coming due, what kind of online shopping sprees have you gone on recently. You’re not one of the cammers who specialize in a single kink, going all in on one type of customer. You’re newer, you can’t afford to do that (for now, if Fallon has anything to say about it). What’s important is that you’re cute as a button, you have a pussy that’s wet as a waterfall and deep as a black hole, and you have a knack for balancing degradation and praise of yourself and your customers. Fallon’s one of the people you’ve caught in your wide net, and she’d be honored if she never through you back into the ocean.

Fallon’s been around for awhile, long enough to have been one of your first customers. She’s liked watching you grow, watching your set change, watching you become more confident on camera. But she’s also a little jealous, and stays quiet while letting the new guys use the chat like therapy. She doesn’t need to flatter, she’s got her oil baron father’s black card.

Tonight, you’re in an outfit of her request – something that makes another wave of arousal spark through her. it’s a two-piece knit set she saw while shopping at a boutique she likes, the houndstooth pattern a light green and white. The top is a cropped cardigan that hugs your chest, the skirt high-waisted but still showing off a beautiful sliver of skin as you lay on your bed, propped up on one arm. Your camming set is meant to look like a bedroom, the space impeccably decorated. Each week Fallon looks for something different in the unpredictable angles you set the camera to. Today, she sees a small frog stuffed animal, its embroidered eyes shaped into a wink.

“You like my new clothes?” you ask, watching the chat while you gesture to your clothes. “A lovely viewer got it for me!” You beam, your chest bouncing as you readjust the top to show off more cleavage. “A lovely viewer for it for me and even had it tailored, do you guys think it fits well?”

Fallon smiles in a way she never smiles in public. You have a PO Box linked on your website where you allow people to send you things and when she saw it, she knew it’d be perfect for you. For $5, she paid to find out your measurements, for another $30 she was able to get it tailored, and for $10 she had it sent to you overnighted. Inside the box was a card, inside the card was a hefty tip for you to wear it one night on camera. So, Fallon wasn’t surprised when you saw you wearing the set. But it still made her heart skip a beat.

You’re talking about something, making conversation with the chat. But all Fallon can do is look at your makeup and the wig you chose. It’s cute, almost sickeningly so. Long half-black, half-white hair. Big, sharp eyeliner. Strong blush. A lipstick in a shade of maroon Fallon can’t place. Even stronger blush. She’s sure she’d love you in sweats and a sports bra…but seeing you like this has her so wet she’s convinced she’s soaked through the thick blankets she’s sitting on.

Fallon doesn’t like to touch herself for a long while. It’s part of the fun for her – keeping herself chaste while she watches you undress and begin to touch yourself. You unbutton one button on the cardigan before looking back up to the camera.

She watches as you reach behind you, grabbing something.

“A lovely viewer, alligatorgills47, requested I try out this lovely lady,” you hold up an obnoxiously large dildo in the shape of a tentacle – complete with a small head and suckers that run from top to bottom. “It was sent to me with a lovely tip and note, so I thought I’d give it a go so I can give you all a thorough review.”

(You also run a blog, which includes a section on sex toy reviews. They’re written with the zest one expects from food reviews, but the process is better than anything else Fallon could dream of.)  

She’s glad it’s happening, when you hold it up to your stomach to show the length Fallon gasps – excited to see it all inside of you.

But Fallon can’t help but feel…upset. Fallon had no idea she could bid on things for you to do before the session started. She has her credit card pre-linked to the site, she can type over 130 words per minute. She didn’t think she needed to get in before the camera was turned on. She was ready to bid in the chat with the other people.

Quickly, she grabs her phone from next to her and puts a cryptic message into her planner app for tomorrow. She will not be beaten when it comes to you. Then, she grabs her toy of choice from where its charging under her bed.

The vibrator she has is small, easily hidden from the other girls who sometimes come in unannounced. It’s not even a vibrator, really, it’s a clit stimulator that’s rose gold and fits easily in the back in the top drawer of her bedside table, that can’t be heard by the girls down the hall.

She clicks it on to its lowest setting as you finally fit half of the green tentacle inside of you, pressing it against her clit as you massage your breasts. You work fast, but the tentacle’s top half is small. It’s the second half that’s a struggle, you’re small grunts and moans intermingling. You spend the next few hours fucking yourself down on the toy, switching between fucking your mouth with your fingers and circling your clit and pinching your nipples.

You don’t come – Fallon and others used tips to delay your orgasms by enough minutes that It superseded the chat’s scheduled end. Fallon almost likes it more, the moaning and begging and watching your tits bounce. You switch between fucking yourself with the toy and riding it, each new position sending a wave of dings that signals the enjoyment of your audience.

Fallon, of course, holds the toy in one hand and clicks the tip button with the other. Just when she’s close, she hears you speak. “You gonna come with me baby?”

Oh fuck yes, Fallon thinks.

“C’mon, baby,” you moan out, laid back against pillows. You’re fucking the toy into your pussy with the other hand holding the vibe that you only occasionally swipe against your clit. “Don’t you want to come? I’m not allowed to, but I bet you look so cute coming…”

It doesn’t take much of that for Fallon to come hard, her ears ringing and air punched from her lungs. She’s not sure how long the stream goes on, but she’s collapsed against pillows and listening to the sounds of the stream (including your outro, where your voice is obviously strained and your exhaustion is palpable). When you sign off, she closes her laptop and shoves it under her bed.

When she looks over at the clock on her nightstand, she realizes it’s only eleven, giving Fallon time to pant for a little bit before going to wash the makeup off her face and change into actual pajamas. Tonight it’s the set she got from a recent fling: pajama pants and a button-up top made of red silk with her name embroidered across the shoulders. The boy was disappointing overall, but he did give good gifts.

She washes her face and moisturizes, brushing out her hair before putting it into a low bun. She remakes her bed and sprays the pillows with lavender spray, refilling her diffuser and clicking on her white noise machine. A fuzzy, white hairband keeps her hairs from her face as she sits at her desk to clean out her email – one of the menial tasks she waits to do until nighttime.

That is, until she hears a knock at the door.

She looks to the clock and groans. It’s 12:05, so her sorority sisters are technically allowed to bother her. “What is it?”

One of the newer girls who rushed in the most recent class. One of the littles Fallon doesn’t really pay attention to. She shakes ever so slightly as she speaks. “H-hey, prez, I just wanted to see if I could borrow those markers you mentioned. A friend and I were gonna study in the longue and wanted to use the whiteboard.”

Fallon rolls her eyes, but nods, stepping across the room to grab them from her desk. When she steps in front of the new girl, she lowers the markers before pulling them back last minute. “Who’s the friend? You know you can’t have non-member overnights yet.”

The girl falters for a second before the friend steps out in front of her. “Don’t worry, I gotta leave by two.”

It takes Fallon a second to realize why she’s suddenly clammed up, why her voice freezes in her throat for a second.

Because in front of her, in her room, in her fucking sorority house, is you. No make-up or wig or fancy clothes. It’s you, in leggings and a big sweater and sneakers. You who – hours earlier – was shoving a tentacle dildo into your dripping pussy. Fallon recovers after a second, and hands off the markers to you, who promptly walks out of the room. Her friend follows, calling out a “thanks, prez!” before closing the door behind her.

Fallon just stands there, starstruck, immobile, for a very long time. There’s no way she knows what you look like, and you’ll have to explain away what happened if she sees you again…but Fallon is still determined to make it happen. She will meet you once more, and give you a more proper introduction to her.

[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.

[jeffhane]

dynasty live watching: an incoherent post so that i’m not spoiling people on the twitter tl (i doubt any of this will be chronological or coherent enough to actually contain spoilers but better safe than sorry!)

oh my god the “previously on” - i forgot abt fallon and evan....

Theyre at a FUNERAL??? this was actually predicted but oh my god. if its steven i am going to be so mad. what an unfitting end to the- WAIT WHAT SIX MONTHS? what was that font;;;;:; whes sueiwjwk

copper arch🥵🥵🥵

this is cute. this is cute i like faloon pretty women so true

BYE I FORGOT ABT THIS VASE

fallon is genuinely such a bad person this is so bizarre,,,, i think she needs to calm down about oiterally everything ever

“This wedding is our chance to break the cycle of craziness” babe ur literally the one making the cycle of craziness

w. was that an ikmenn of liam getting his head off

JEFF MY BELOVED HE LOOKS STUNNING IN THAT OUTFIT. WHYS ALEXIS HERW “POWER COUPLE” YOU WERID MANIPULATIVE PERSON GET AWAY FROM HIM LOL

alexis is up to no good. bad bad jpeg. why do they write her dialogue like this

adam is acted so well lmao he’s the most unhinged person to ever exist *screams*

ohhh dominique, i don’t remember much abt her 😭😭😭 this woman she’s with is beautiful

ITS LAGGING????? i cannot Believe tjis

~rebrand~ ok girlboss!!!!!!!!! can we ship this businesswoman i dont recall her name with fallon???? id like that i think

too many plotlines have happened in too many minutes, i’m already forgettint things that have happened... isn’t blake supposed to be in prisoj? no? Ok: sure

adam is constantly doing this expression that is like 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 HI SAM HI SAM HI SAM BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVE HIM WHOS THIS MAN

raf is so stunning ughhhh i’m loving the costumes this season, everyone looks great! is this man a sam love interest? nervous? that is kinda cute. i miss stevej though. sadness. so many emotions

UHHHH hi alexis sure ig ur here

~OMENS~ babe that’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?????????? “Ignore the lore at your own peril” alright

WHOS THAT? WHOS THAT? OH HER OK

bye everything is going wrong for this......:..:::... *rubs hands together evilly* that will certainly be entertaining

credit scene!!! such a beautiful cast! where’s anders, oh how i miss him... i miss monica too wasn’t she supposed to be BACK🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨🤨

its a commercial break... havent had to watch the show with these for so long😑😑😑. getting american ads is so funny bc the vast majority of them are Not at all relevant... at all

BACK TO DYNASTY!!!!!! was that a slinky? huh? oh ok that’s why the marriage is happening at the manor. #whenyouonlyhaveoneset oh hi ok monica so shes not going to be here?????😑😔😳

WHY IS SHE GETTING A CAR I FEEL LIKE THATS FORESHAWDOIWIJG FOR UMMMMM.... NOT GOOD THINGS ..... ITS LAGGING AGAIN 🤨

blake having dinner... ok hi cristal,,,,; is the priest subplot back? that was a weird one

adam???? how on earth does adam work his way into everything? NEXT GUEST? HUH? are you cheating on your wife? HI CULHANE! HI!

“straight people are exhausting” i mean yes, objectively, absolutely, but culhane is #notstraight .... idk how i feel about sam and this man. also what? huh? staying here? ok cool ig

OHHHHH he got married i see i see

“Haven’t you milked the carrington cow already” but....... she is literally the person who deserves the stuff..... k......... i don’t like dominique but she was given the short end of the stick also blake stop manipulating people just bc they tell u the truth😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

frustrated that we haven’t seen fallon in any non-wedding related stuff yet i always liked her more ~dramatic~ plots . like she’s a sweetheart but i do want her to evolve beyond thsi. idk if that makes sense. ok bye

“A relative’s happy marriage” uh???? we live in a society😔📈

who is father lynch<3333 oh he is in the hospital that’s not great oh adam upset that’s new /s

y is kirby dressed like an elf. god bless.

ughhhh i just think adam is not good for kirby. he’s not good in general. so true . what is he up to. ads again hhhhhhhhhh💯

omg we are back!!!!! blake wear the suit!! hi liz!!! i’ve seen pictures of this outfit, it looks nice. “I really want things to work out with liam” now that would be great but you’re in a soap opera so the chances of that are .... I DONT EVEN ONOW IF U CAN WEATHER ANYTHING W CRISTAL...)))))!$$ NOT NECESSARILY THE BEET CHOICE????

~technically it wasn’t cancelled~ alright love i feel as though you’re not telling the full truth here. ok his name is ryan . we know that now . cool . this relationship is awkward but it could be sweet

what the Fuck is dominique talking about this is so creepy😭😭😭 please do not market lingerie to ur niece 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 why does no one in this show know how to be polite

“You want me to stake my personal assets” i’m sure this would be meaningful if i knew anything about finance????? WAIT WAIT WIAT WAIT WAIT DHE REHEARING THE SAM DONS G THE SONG ALEXIS DONT INTERRUPT HER SINGING THE SONG🧐😔😔😔🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰🥰🤬😤😤😤😤😤😤

~duplicitous sham~ that’s quite a juicy phrase ms fallon. alexis i dislike your marriage. and you in fact. yes x . “We were just like any other newlyweds” except the newlywed factor........:

anders. oh my god i adore him so much. he reminds me of my grandfather . YES adam is dangerous. anders i love you so much. be my grandfather figure. top 10 cool old dudes of all time.

liz is so beautiful how am i suppised to “Focus” on the “storyline” kirby just went 🥰🥰 also hi culhane ily babe

“My father’s convinced adam is pure evil” you see, that is......... trueeeee...........:.::: im sorry culhane ily love

this dialogue unfortunately does not flow all that well LOL . people dont think up things like this on the fly “my love is like that boutineer” sir i guarantee that metaphors r not going to save ur relationship... HI sam. so true. hi ily. samhane? culsam? 😳😳

DONT STEAL ANDERS SPOT OH HI JEFF YOU LOOK STUNNING.......... BEAUTIFUL BOY ....... HI!!!! ~you are the only family you’ve ever needed~ shit none of this wouldve happened if the Carringtons werent so greedy ij the first place

~true love has many faces~ how many anti liam omens can they sneak in into the episode 😭😭😭😭 hi laura whats up

the poor waiters at this establishment...... why does laura look like a rlly young version of my grandma........: huh.... wont think abt it /... alexis bad mom.jpeg

“I don’t want to miss my sons special day” ok bye i don’t #care she’s kind of rude

fallon trying to avoid future drama is confusing to me as that used to be her ENTIRE THING? HUH??? everyones talking to their moms today what the heck do that many people talk to their moms???

jeff hiiiii <333 that maroon suit!!!!! love!!!!!

Dont hurt anders you strange little evil man!!!!!!!!!!! (Adam, for reference)

fallon likes to ~e n u n c i a t e~ her dialogue. Drama Teachers Love Her

FIRBY SCENE! WELL THEY R TALKINF! UWU ! UWU ! smiles:) smiiiiiles:) the height difference i cannot do this😑😊😊😊🕯🕯🕯 BYE

BueirHWIIDWJDIWIFJWIFJWJJFWJFJWJDJWJDJWIFJWJFJWJDKWJDJWDJJWHDWHDHWHEHWHDHWJDJWJRJWJEJWJDJQUEUWJEJWJEJW CRIES SOBS SCREAMS THIS OS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Kirby you dumbass😭😭😭😭😭 ALEXIS WUDIWNDJW JEFF CAN YOU NOT HEF FCANKREMTIWN WHY IS THIS DIALOGUE IM SCREAMIGNRJFJD

kirby babe you are the kist imorjri WHQT? HUH? when all the characters have the maturity of a 13 yr old <33333 DID THE SHOW JUST END?????? OK.... DAMN.... they were really 2 minutes away from the end and remembered that things are supposed to happen in tv show episodes.... i cannot tell whether it os over actually?????? huh??? going to keep watching because it would be so embarrassing if i missed a few minutes oh yeah theres more

IM SORRY WHYBARE THESE PEOPLE SO STUPID. every single one of them. ih my god l. ohhhh my god . “I never meant to hurt you” you cheated on him. both of them are bad people. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 kirby darling what were you thinking . this dress on kirby is STUNNING ugh, she’s so charming . adam Shut the fuck up. He hasn’t said anything but shut the fuck up. OH MY GOD ADAM SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD I HATE ADAM SO MUXH. OH MY GOD HOW IS HE THE WORST PERSON TO EVER LIVE 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 HES SO EVIL

“I didn’t want to tell you because i didnt want you to think of me as a monster” why did you do that stuff then bro . Kirby you SHOULDNT trust someone after they say that? How naive? Huh ?

omg hello jeffs grandma!!!!! she deserves better than every shitshow in this family... god🤨 dominique being a good person? i like to see that. she seems so genuine. ok this is nice . wait... SAFE? 😳😳😳😳 💴 💵 #money i miss monica

why do they never have sufficient lifhting in WAIT..... HER?????? #dumbofass HI JEFF <33333333 HI you can scam and whatever ur allowed to i support u

ooohhhh GORGEOUS fallon outfit

“Such a fail” IS THIS 2012 . CRINE HEIDJWJFIWNDWJDNWKFJW ENJDJSDJWJNDJWJD they keep saying folklore and im thinking its some sort of reference to the album and i get confused. wheres scheming fallon. need scheming fallon. do a scheme. do it

“We are that lucky couple” press x to doubt .... wait who is this🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 this seems cincerning im cocnentwd why did it zoom in on this random man

[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-enamorando-deity]

SONG FIC PROMPTS

Pick a song (number) and a character or a ship (letter) from below and I’ll write a songfic based on that :) provide as much or little detail as you want

Songs:

1. One More Night

2. Memories

3. Space Between

4. What’s My Name

5. Nicotine

6. You Don’t Know Me

7. See You Again

8. Like I’m Gonna Lose You

9. I’m Not the Only One

10. Let Me Down Slowly

11. When You’re Gone

12. Stay With Me

13. Into the Unknown

14. Secrets

15. I Don’t Love You

16. Smile

17. I Hate Myself For Loving You

18. Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

19. I Don’t Wanna Be in Love

20. Fast Car

21. Trouble

22. Even Though

23. Stutter

24. Holding You

25. I’m Still Standing

26. Somewhere Only We Know

27. Shape of You

28. Black Fingernails, Red Wine

29. Stereo Hearts

30. Suggest one of your own, or I’ll pick one for you

Characters:

A. Natasha Romanoff

B. Wanda Maximoff

C. Maria Hill

D. Peggy Carter

E. Carol Danvers

F. Sara Lance

G. Maleficent Bertha

H. Anya Jenkins

I. Willow Rosenberg

J. Tara Maclay

K. Kara Danvers

L. Alex Danvers

M. Lena Luthor

N. Morgana le Fay

O. Jade West

P. Villanelle

Q. Eve

R. Fallon Carrington

S. Rosa Diaz

T. Amy Santigo

U. Harley Quinn

V. Huntress/Helena Bertinelli

W. Black Canary/Dinah Lance

X. Valkyrie (Thor)

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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

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Oh Baby Baby

Fallon Carrington x Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,200 words

Through tearful eyes, you scrambled for your phone. Your fingers mindlessly typed a number, anxiously waiting for a response.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice was heard through the speaker. Your body tensed at the sound, the thought of being an inconvenience weighed heavily on your mind. Before you had time to think, your words fell from your mouth

"Fallon, I don't know what to do" your voice squeaked, a heavy pressure on your chest

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her sleepy voice was soon forgotten, it was quickly replaced by worry

"Please Fallon" was all you could say, feeling tired, your body slumped and your eyes began to sting. Tears escaping with each blink

"I'll be right there" was all you heard before the line went dead.

It took no longer than 20 minutes for Fallon to reach your house. She let herself in, to her surprise you were sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. You felt the bed dip as she sat next to you, her arms instinctively wrapping around you.

"What happened?" Her voice was soft, a welcomed change from her usual demeanour

"I'm pregnant" you whispered, afraid of her reaction

"You're what?! When? How?" She raised her voice, not from anger but from shock.

"I don't know but I'm scared to death. I don't know what to do. I'm not ready to be a parent. How am I meant to take care of a child, if I can barely take care of myself?" You looked into her eyes. She reached for your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"You'll have me, I'll be here for you every step of the way"

"Thank you Fallon" she placed a tender kiss on your head before pulling you closer to her. That was where you stayed for most of the night, only moving to lay down.

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You and Fallon were sitting at the table, enjoying your delicious breakfast. When a question crossed your mind.

"I have a question to ask you" You blurted out between bites. It caught Fallon by surprise, she jumped at the sudden sound.

"And what would that be?" She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow

"Are you the father?" Fallon spluttered out the juice she had been drinking. Coughing as it went down.

"Are you seriously asking this?" She wiped her mouth, now looking at you with big eyes

"I only ask because we had sex around the time this baby was conceived" she took a moment to compose herself

"I may be good but I'm not that good" you both laughed at the statement. 

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You searched the fridge for what seemed like the 50th time. You hoped that a tub of ice cream would appear when you opened the door. Sadly it did not and you were left hungry and upset. You moped around the house when you thought of a brilliant plan. You pulled out your phone and immediately messaged Fallon.

(Y/N): Come home, it's an emergency

Fallon 💕: I'm on my way

You played on your phone as you waited for her to come home. You were too caught up in your ice cream craving that you didn't think of how Fallon would react. The front door opened and your head whipped towards the woman standing in the foyer.

"Okay, I'm here, what's the emergency?" She quickly walked over to you, looking you up and down with concern

"We ran out of ice cream" You pouted, thinking of the empty freezer in the kitchen

"Are you serious? You pulled me out of an important meeting, for ice cream?" Her hands were firmly placed on her hips, ready to discipline you

"I'm craving it so badly! Besides don't act like you wanted to be there, when you could be with all this" you ran your hands over your body, wriggling your eyebrows at her. A smile began to appear on her face as her features softened.

"Alright, I'll go get you some but you have to promise not to do this again" you knew she was all bark and no bite when it came to you. To say that you had Fallon wrapped around your finger was an understatement.

"Oh I promise" your face lit up and your eyes brightened. Fallon kissed you quick before asking one of her staff to go and buy some more ice cream.

"Don't forget the-"

"Chocolate chips, yeah I know" she rolled her eyes at you, turning back to her conversation

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"I think my water just broke" You clutched your stomach

"What do I do? Who do I call?" Fallon went into a panic, pacing the floor

"I don't know, but do something" her panic slowly rubbing off on you

"Fuck, just grab everything and let's go" she started to grab whatever she could find. She stopped and looked up at you.

"You're not very helpful in this situation, you're not doing anything" you knew it was her nerves but the sentence still hurt

"I am doing something, I'm having the god damn baby!" She finished packing a bag and started to help walk you downstairs. You finally arrived outside, one of Fallon's lavish cars waiting in the port. You walk towards the car, excited to be one step closer to the baby.

"Not that car" Fallon firmly commented behind you. Hands on her hips, standing her ground.

"Are you serious Fallon? It's just a car" you turned around in disbelief

"I don't want baby juice all over it" you both scrunched your faces in disgust

"Right now the baby is on its way and you're worried about a car" you used your hands to weigh up the situation

"You're right" she quickly nodded her head, putting everything in the car, including you.

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"Isn't he beautiful Fallon?" You looked between the two loves of your life, full of happiness

"Just like his mother" Fallon winked before turning her attention to the baby

"What should we call him?" All this time and you hadn't thought of a baby name

"I think that decision is for you, after all you are his mother" you sat quietly, flipping through all the names you could think of. Then it came to you, a short but strong name.

"Let's call him, Aidan Carrington. He's as much mine as he is yours" she was shocked by the name, looking down at you with her mouth slightly agape and her eyes a few sizes bigger. She soon buried that emotion, with love.

"I love you little Aidan" she lent down and kissed him on the cheek, then doing the same to you

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After a restless night with Aidan, both of you slumped on the bed, exhausted. A few seconds went by before Fallon broke the silence.

"I never asked, why did you choose Aidan?" She rolled over to face you, giving you all her attention

"It means fiery, and if he's anything like you, then the name will suit him perfectly" a big grin formed on your face as you watched Fallons smile grow bigger.

"Let's just hope he doesn't inherent the crazy part of this family" you both laughed at the statement that could very well come true.