#fallon carrington/reader

[peachyteabuck]

sword & shield (fallon carrington x reader)

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

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↪ pairing: fallon carrington x reader

↪ words: 1,032

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leave or stay here? It says.

You lean your head to the left a bit.

Fallon takes it back. My place or yours?

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

You look down again and read the next line.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink once.

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

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

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

[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

[rewiringtoheal]

Masterlist

Anna x Fem!Reader (He's just not that into you AU)

This Pain Is Temporary

Natasha Romanoff X Fem!Reader

A Little Bit Of Morning Bliss 18+, minors DNI

The Rain Came Pouring In

My Darling, You Enchant Me 18+, minors DNI

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

My Soul Aches For Your Touch 18 +, minors DNI

Alpha!PeggyNat x Omega!Reader

To Exist Here With You

Fallon Carrington x Fem!Reader

To Be Set Free

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I do however own these works. You do not have my permission to put them on any other site or claim them as your own. There is 18+ material on this blog. Minors do not interact.

[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?

[sabrinajenre96]

“Chaos and arrivals”

Pairing: Matthew Blaisdel x Reader (Carrington)

POV: Reader-Insert (You)

Warning: there's some delicate topic like difficult pregnancy, mention of blood, use of strong language.

Author note: I decided to write something about the tv show Dynasty the reboot version because I am SIMP for Nick Wechsler.

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Fallon Carrington doesn’t do surprises—unless she’s the one planning them.

So when her heels click across the marble floors of the Carrington manor after a year abroad, the last thing she expects is you—her baby sister—gasping with guilt in the middle of the foyer, clutching your eight-months-pregnant belly and looking like you'd rather be anywhere else.

“Y/N Carrington,” Fallon says, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “What the hell did you forget to tell me?”

You force a smile. “Depends. How mad would you be if I said... Dad’s engaged again?”

“To who?” she fires back immediately.

You wince. “Cristal.”

Fallon drops her designer bag with a dramatic thud. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking. I leave for a year and Dad proposes to his glorified yoga instructor? Who the hell let that happen?”

You sigh, rubbing your temple. “I was kind of busy nesting and planning a nursery with my husband.”

“Ugh—fine. Where’s Matthew?”

“At home. Finishing the crib.”

Fallon crosses her arms. “He better be building a crib worthy of a Carrington heir.”

You grin, loving her already-protective Aunt Fallon energy. “Trust me. It’s worthy.”

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Dinner that night is a full-blown disaster from the moment Blake raises his glass.

“To family,” he says, smiling around the table. “And to new beginnings. Cristal and I are officially engaged.”

Fallon chokes on her champagne. “You what?”

You squeeze Matthew’s hand under the table, already feeling the tension tighten in your chest.

“And one more thing,” Blake adds, looking smug. “The new CFO of Carrington Atlantic... will be Cristal Flores.”

You and Fallon both freeze.

You’d promised each other—whoever got it, you'd stay a team. But neither of you expected it to go to her.

“What the actual—” Fallon starts, jumping to her feet. “Are you insane?”

“Fallon,” Blake warns.

“No, Dad, you do not get to hand over our legacy to your latest fling!”

“It’s not about legacy,” he says. “It’s about business. Cristal has the experience—”

“She has you wrapped around her fake-ass finger!” Fallon snaps.

You're trying to stay calm. You really are. But the stress, the yelling, the wine smell, the heat—something doesn’t feel right. Your stomach clenches. Hard.

And then—pop.

Your eyes widen. “Matthew…”

He looks at you, concerned. “Y/N?”

“My water just broke.”

The room falls silent.

Fallon blinks. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Her water just broke!” Matthew shouts, standing up. “Everyone shut up!”

Chaos erupts again—but this time it's panic. Chairs scrape. Voices rise. Blake yells for the driver. Fallon grabs your hospital bag. Matthew helps you up, holding you like glass.

Everything blurs until you’re in the hospital, lying in a sterile room with fluorescent lights and too many beeping monitors. Your blood pressure is high. The nurses talk quickly.

“We’re going to need to perform an emergency C-section.”

Matthew doesn’t want to leave, but he’s forced out. You see his face last—terrified, helpless, desperate.

Then everything goes black.

The hallway outside the OR is too quiet for Matthew Blaisdel’s liking.

He paces. Then sits. Then stands again.

His hands won’t stop shaking.

Behind those doors—you’re in there. You, his wife. His anchor. His genius, stubborn, wild-hearted Carrington girl. And their daughter. Your daughter.

He’s heard stories. Emergency C-sections. Complications. But nothing prepares you for hearing a nurse say, “We need to move fast,” and then being shoved out of the room like some stranger.

Fallon is beside him now, arms crossed, pacing her own furious line.

“She’s going to be okay,” she says, mostly to herself.

“I should be in there,” Matthew mutters.

“Yeah, well. You’re not a doctor. You’re the dad. Welcome to the helpless club.” Her voice cracks. “I swear if she dies and I’m left raising her daughter, I’ll—”

“Don’t.” His voice is sharp. “Don’t even say that.”

She stops pacing.

For a moment, they just stand there. Fallon swipes at her eyes. “She’s the baby of this family. She’s not allowed to die before any of us.”

The double doors finally swing open. A doctor walks out, removing her mask.

Matthew’s heart stops.

“She made it,” the doctor says. “It was rough. She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stabilize her. She's resting now.”

“And the baby?” he asks, choking the words out.

“Healthy. Seven pounds, two ounces. She’s perfect.”

He exhales for the first time in what feels like hours.

Fallon makes a noise halfway between a laugh and a sob. “Told you. Carringtons don’t go down easy.”

---

The hospital room is quiet when you open your eyes.

The first thing you see is Matthew, sitting in a chair beside your bed, holding your hand like a lifeline.

“Hey, baby,” he whispers, brushing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Did we make it?” you murmur.

His eyes shine. “We did. She did. She’s perfect.”

As if on cue, a nurse walks in, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in pale pink.

“Time to meet your daughter,” she says softly.

Matthew stands and helps you sit up slowly, carefully. Then the nurse gently places the baby in your arms.

She’s so small. So warm. So real.

“Hi, Sawyer,” you whisper. “Welcome to the chaos.”

Fallon peeks in a second later. Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God. She’s actually cute. Like... scary cute.”

You and Matthew exchange a glance.

“She’s got your attitude already,” he says.

You smirk. “That’s why we named her Sawyer Fallon Blaisdel-Carrington.”

Fallon’s jaw drops. “Wait. What?”

“You’re her godmother too,” you add.

Fallon freezes. Her eyes go glassy. “I’m going to cry and I hate it. I hate it.”

She sniffs loudly and sits beside you, carefully brushing a finger against Sawyer’s soft cheek.

“Fine,” she says. “But I’m buying her designer baby booties. Every month. Forever.”

Blake enters behind her, quieter than usual. “She’s beautiful.”

“She’s got your stubbornness,” Matthew mutters.

“And your ambition,” Blake says to you, then smiles. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart. All of you.”

Adam slides in after, offering a rare, soft smile. “Uncle Adam has arrived.”

The only person missing is Cristal.

You glance at Matthew.

“She stayed home,” he says simply, arm around your shoulders. “Where she belongs.”

You lean your head on his chest, cradling your daughter with one arm.

Surrounded by family—flawed, loud, and dramatic—you finally feel at peace.

Sawyer’s here. Your family's complete.

And no matter what chaos the Carrington name brings, you know one thing for sure:

This little girl will always be loved beyond measure.

author note: a little epilogue

EPILOGUE: “The Villa Next Door”

Two Years Later

The sun pours through the tall windows of your villa, casting a golden glow across the living room floor where Sawyer is currently building a tower out of expensive crystal coasters she swiped from the dining room.

“She’s doing it again,” Matthew calls from the kitchen, peeking around the corner with a mug of coffee in hand.

You glance over your book and smirk. “Let her. That’s her creative phase. I’m pretty sure she’s inventing the Carrington-Blaisdel version of Jenga.”

“She’s going to break those. You’re going to yell. I’m going to have to fix it.”

You tilt your head. “You say that like it’s not our daily routine.”

He walks over, bends down, and kisses the top of your head. “And I wouldn’t change a second of it.”

Just then, the front door flies open—no knock, of course—and Fallon storms in wearing sunglasses, a trench coat, and high heels that should not be walking on your antique rug.

“My niece!” she shouts dramatically, arms open like she’s just returned from war. “Where’s the tiny hurricane I helped name?”

Sawyer squeals and bolts toward her. “Aun’ Fa’on!”

Fallon lifts her with ease, spins her once, and sets her on her hip like she was born to be fabulous. “You look like a toddler, but you cackle like me. I am both thrilled and terrified.”

You stand and stretch, giving Fallon a hug. “She’s been asking about you all morning. I told her you were busy being a boss.”

“Damn right I was. CFO of Carrington Atlantic comes with perks and migraines.” She sighs and looks at Matthew. “Still keeping your distance from Dad’s new wife?”

“Still pretending she doesn’t exist,” Matthew replies coolly.

“Smart,” Fallon says with a nod. “Sawyer doesn’t need that energy around her chakras.”

“She’s two,” you laugh. “Her chakra is mostly snacks and tantrums.”

Fallon grins at you. “So... what’s the plan today? Brunch? Shopping? Telling off Blake for scheduling a board meeting during nap time?”

You exchange a look with Matthew, who wraps an arm around your waist.

“Honestly?” you say. “Nothing major. Just this. Family. Home. Peace.”

Fallon hums. “Gross. I’m staying for dinner.”

Sawyer tugs on her aunt’s trench coat and points to the coaster tower. “Look! I buildin’!”

Fallon gasps. “It’s... modern. Avant-garde. A little terrifying. I love it.”

You lean into Matthew’s side, his heartbeat steady against yours, and watch your daughter giggle as Fallon teaches her how to properly balance a pair of sunglasses on her tiny head.

This is your chaos. Your family. Your happy ending.

And it’s just getting started.

[innocent-artery]

Miscellaneous Characters Masterlist

Fallon Carrington (Dynasty) ♕

All Hot and Bothered

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) ♫

Goldmine

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You) 𑁍

I Knew You'd Come Around

The Joker (The Dark Knight) ☻

Without a Little Risk

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries) ☼

While You Were Sleeping

Nonspecific Male Lead ☕︎︎

Take It Out On Me

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[ruassurvivalkit]

💫❤️‍🔥RUA'S MASTERLIST❤️‍🔥💫

💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

🕊 - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

• Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

[fandomnerd9602]

Hey could you write a Fallon Carrington x male reader?

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

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

Fallon: (blushes) last night was amazing

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

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

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

Fallon give Y/N a small kiss...

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

She slips them an address and one last fiery kiss.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Unwanted Attention

Fallon Carrington x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 663 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Again, no"

"Well wh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, he was just disgusting"

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

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

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

[chaotictasha]

Incorrect quotes#18

Peter and Pietro hiding something from y/n.

Suddenly y/n appears out of nowhere.

Peter: Y/NNNN....

Pietro: i have been looking all over for you.

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

[peachyteabuck]

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

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

a commission for @devillskettle

pairing: fallon carrington x reader

words: 1226

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

Reading is hard.

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

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

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

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

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

And…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spreadsheets,” you answer.

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

You snort. “Nothing worth talking about.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gloxina111]

Black Pearl

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

-> CAUTION ┆She/Her Pronouns

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

-> WORD COUNT ┆163

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- She will treat you like the queen you are.

[rewiringtoheal]

To be set free (Fallon Carrington x Reader)

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

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

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

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

[mviswidow]

masterlist!!

list of characters i will write for

MARVEL

Wanda Maximoff

    the world won’t stop for us

    the world won’t stop for us; part two

    not now, not ever

    i can’t feel it

    i can’t feel it; part two

    i’m glad you texted me

    i’m glad you texted me; part two

    wanda’s ride

    to grow old in

    must be something

    falling

    through the vent

    am i freaking you out?

    strongest avenger

    let’s give her a show

    you make a great fake girlfriend

    in her arms

    little witch

    maybe next week

    maybe next week; part two

    don’t keep to yourself

Natasha Romanoff

    i’ll come home

    only with me

    you’re jealous

    i can’t live without you

    5 times Natasha defended you and 1 time you defended her

    i hate men

    mother figure nat headcannons

    nat and pregnant!reader headcannons

    watching your hands

    to the moon and back

    afterglow

    more than you know

   in the cards

   pas de deux

Maria Hill

    all's well that ends well

    civilian fem!gf reader headcannons

    sooner or later

    you're all i need

Blackhill

    strong and capable

    who you are is not where you've been

Yelena Belova

    puppuccino

Darcy Lewis

    is this a thing?

MISCELLANEOUS

Eloise Bridgerton

    in search of silence

Amy March

    she is everything to me

    muse

Thérèse Raquin

    what if we did?

Nicky Nichols

    you’re sweet, nichols

Gerri Fields

    on the same page

Jane Banner

    you have terrible luck

    in room 113

    safe with me

Taylor Sloane

    i need you

Fallon Carrington

   my girlfriend’s got a gun

   thank me at dinner

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Being Fallon Carrington’s Wife

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

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

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

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

fallon is excused from going to three movie premieres a year 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[innocent-artery]

Misc. Characters List

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