#sean wallace x reader

[pacifymebby]

Sean Wallace x soft! Reader

Tumblr has content warninged this but its SFW all the way through, 'daddy' used as a nickname once but its not in an nsfw context.

🐻 Now obviously i don't really need to say it but as a couple you 100% don't make sense. No one would guess that the girl who's stolen Sean fuckin Wallace's cold dead heart could be as sweet and as soft as you.

🪽You are everything that Sean and his family are not. You're from almost conpletely different worlds and you're ubscathed by the evils of the ubderground drugs world, know nothing of the gang warfare which has ruled Sean's life... You wouldn't ever have mwt had you not gone to the same boarding school...

🌸One detention many many years ago is what you owe your relationship to now. One detention which you ended up in because of missed homework and which Sean had wound up in for fighting. He'd had a bloody lip when he'd shot you an admiring grin across the room. He was sat two rows in front of you, you felt his eyes flicker over your body as you passed him, he didnt try to hide his interest in you as he turned his head to watch you walk to your seat. He spent most of detention turning his head to shoot you a cheeky smile or just to admire your pretty features as you actually tried to concentrate on the offending missed homework....Sean had been interested in you from day one but you were very shy and very ibtimidated by his reputation...

🦢You're everything he's ever secretly craved... Tender, shy, kind, gentle, innocent... You believe that theres good in everybody, you treat everyone with a gentleness and love that Sean's never really known before and it is this which obsesses him. You're the sunshine in his dark and lonely world, your sweetness is his poison and he would die to protect you...

🐻 Sean adores you. You're adorable, you're always wearing soft colours, so much baby pink, white, soft shades of blue. The clothes you wear are soft to touch too, little fluffy socks, cotton baby tees, he loves to see you looking all cute and pretty and he loves how soft abd cozy you feel to hold. He'll snuggle right into you when youre wearing your fluffy pink fleece or your soft pink joggies, nuzzling right into you for comfort.

☁️He particularly loves the soft little sundresses you wear, will drop any amount of money on new dresses for you because you look so pretty in them...

🐇 He can't get enough of his poppet in her flimsy little dresses, loves to slip his hands inside your cardigan to hold your waist. Loves to smooth his hands up your legs and slip them beneath your very short hem. You always know you'll be able to get whatever you want from him if you wear one of his favourites... Especially of you sit in his lap so the hem rides right up and all the fabric gathers round your waist.

🍀You have a little cuddly toy rabbit you've had since you were a little girl, you sleep with him in your bed, cuddle him when you're sad. He looks a little worse for ware but you love him... You were so shy and felt so silly telling sean about him, because you know its the kind of thing sean would have been raised to laugh at, so you hid it from him for so long... When Sean found out however he didn't laugh or ridicule you, just chuckled and shook his head, "of course you have," he smiled affectionately when you said "I've got this cuddly toy... I know its silly..." "If it makes you happy princess..."

🪽He has so many little pet names for you, "angel" "princess" "poppet" "sweetpea" and always he will refer to you as being his, "my poppet..." "my little darlin..." "my pretty little flower..." he worked out pretty early on that these soft little nicknames said in a cooing voice are enough to make you blush a deep red which he is, honestly, addicted to seeing bloom across your cheeks.

🌸 One of your favourite things is getting your nails done, having really pretty nail art... You get so excited and put so much thought into what you want that Sean can't help but support it even if he doesn't get it... He can always tell when youre about to ask him if you can go get new nails because you get this cheeky little impish smile on your lips and you'll be extra sweet and affectionate with him, tugging on his sleeve, being dramatic cute like wrapping yourself around his leg so that he has to drag you across the floor if he wants to move. You'll make out like you're worried he'll say no but he's never once refused this request...

🦢 He always says, "as long as you promise to show them off to me when you get home my poppet..." and he will always make time for you to come and show off your pretty new nails, always listen to you and get invested, especially if you were struggling to pick a design... "let me look then my angel, oh yeah very pretty, are they swans yeah, very sweet, you definitely made the right decision princess, you look perfect..." Your instagram is full of pictures like this...

🐻Loves when you give him head scratches or draw little patterns on his back with your nails. He could never admit to being into ASMR but specifically the soft tickly sensation of your nails on his back through his shirt, or in his hair, sends shivers though him and relaxes him so quickly.

🪽 For all that he is cold, a proper mean cunt, Sean is so soft and doting when it comes to you... He's often struggled to get in touch with his emotional side, often struggled to reciprocate the softness, the sweetness you've shown him, but the longer you've been together the easier its become for him to tap into that gentleness when you need it and Sean is so gentle and soft with you...

🌸He loves to have you sitting in his lap, cuddled into him, your head resting on his shoulder, your thumb in his mouth. Sometimes he'll slip you his thumb to suck on instead, which melts both your hearts. It helps you sleep when you're feeling anxious, helps him relax when he knows trouble is brewing and his mind is racing with possible conflicts and crises that could be round the corner...

🍀Sleeps best when you're lying in his arms, your body on top of his, head on his chest or nuzzled into his neck. He struggles sleeping sometimes but feeling your gentle heartbeat against his is so soothing... He will comb his fingers through your hair, breathe your soft lavendery scent in.

🦢Your hands are much smaller than his and when you hold his hand you hold his thumb, he always offers you his thumb or one finger to hold instead of his full hands. It makes you feel so precious.

🍀 You often point things out to him that he wouldn't usually stop to notice, things like bees or sparrows, clouds that look funny, flowers that are pretty... You stop to talk to dogs or cats in the street, you like to feed the birds in the garden... These are all those happy little things, small things which make the world feel lighter, brighter... Things Sean doesn't usually notice himself, he loves that you do notice these things... You remind him that the world can be good on days when the world feels evil.

🐻 Because you are so sweet and soft Sean is desperate, so determined to keep you as innocent to the dangers of his world as he can, he is so protective. He doesn't let you anywhere near business stuff, would keep you locked up in your tower like a princess if he could... That something could happen to you is his biggest fear because he knows how much it would hurt you in particular, you who sees all the good in the world, who always has time to look for a silver lining, who believes in love at first sight and fate...

🪽 So when things do start to kick off and there are threats to protect you from Sean always tries to be so careful, he never wants to scare you but he does need you to listen to him and to do as he says...

🌸When he has to talk to you about serious things, when he's giving you instructions or worried for your safety, he'll hold your face in his palms, stoke his thumbs over your cheeks and make you look him directly in the eyes. "Need you to listen to me now poppet, don't want you to be scared alright I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, I'm gonna fix all this..." and no matter how many times you have to have those conversations you will always believe him, because you have so much faith in your man. You know he's a proper mean cunt to everyone except you.

🦢 He knows you're scared of the safe room in the house but also knows chances are one day you'll need to use it... So he's made sure you've got things in there to keep you as comfy and cosy as possible. He's got you a blanket and a little Miffy cuddly toy. Really though he's determined to make sure you never have to hide in there...

🐻 Now, before Sean's father Finn died, Sean tried to keep you as seperate from his family as he possibly could to protect you... Fom his father who he knew would either try to take advantage of you, want to steal your innocence, forbid sean from seeing you or simply hurt you in order to get at/punish/manipulate sean... From his mother who he knew would sense weakness and bully you, try to come between you and him...

🪽Before his father died however it was relatively easy to keep you away from the family... You were a little put out by it at first, your own family also shipped you off to boarding school and were also pretty cold, so you'd always hoped to find family in yoir partners family one day... However you understand, and in the end its yours and Seans "me and you against the world" mentality that brings you closer and closer together...

🌸 You're quite a timid soul and Sean knows his mother will eat you alive so even when you do have to meet her or spend time with the family Sean tries not to leave you alone with her... He also has stern words with her, threatens her even to be nice to you, to be civil, not to try any of her tricks...

🐇 And she hate you, she resents that youre everything a woman like her could never be and she hates that Sean would choose to protect you over her in a heartbeat. She very much views you as having stolen her son from her and honestly, she thinks youre a bit silly... Marianne definitely rolls her eyes at your soft girl fits, definitely thinks youre weak and frivilous, assumes you must be stupid and ditsy, really can't see what sean sees in you... She will try to pass it off as concern sometimes but she can't keep the act up for very long and will straight up refer to you as a liability.

🐻But billy thinks youre sweet enough, much like Sean he sees your caring side and sees something he has been denied his whole life... So billy is your quiet ally at the family dinner table... You and him can communicate in subtle eye rolls and expressions. He'll tell you not to pay their mother any mind, to ignore her, he'll joke about the fact that she hates you.

🪽 You try not to let it upset you too much but sometimes its hard to hide how hurtful Marianne can be to you, and though you're too kindhearted to want to come between her and Sean, if he asks you what's wrong you also can't lie to him...

🌸 When you're sad you get this big wide eyed look about you, all teary and pouty, its adorable but heartbreaking too, and even though you try to be brave and not show your sorrow, one soft "whats the matter princess, cmon come talk to daddy..." will have those tears spilling easily... Sean will affectionately call you his little cry baby, he's only teasing you, he actually thinks its good that you cry... Again, being allowed to cry isnt something he's ever known... So he won't ever take that away from you.

🦢 He gives you forehead kisses all the time, will be a little bit demanding about affection, telling you "come here my poppet" just so he can hold your face in his hand, admire your pretty features and then kiss your nose/forehead/cheek/hand.

🐻 Will point to his lips sometimes when he wants a kiss from you, sometimes if you get up out of his lap to go and get something, and you forget to give him a quick peck on the cheek, he'll catch your hand before you can slip away and just raise his brow at you as if to say 'forgetting something?" if you frown and look confused thats when he'll point to his lips to remind you.

🪽 "Good girl." when you leave a quick kiss on his lips. He'll send you away with a little pat on the bum but he'll want you to hurry back.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Welcome to my new little series, where I write drabbles for characters based on songs and lyrics. These will include characters from Peaky Blinders, Gangs of London, Mobland and Stranger Things.

Feel free to send requests, including a song or lyric, and a characters. Accepted characters will be listed in the Masterlist below. 🎧🤍

Masterlist.

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Love Never Wanted Me, But I Took It Anyway

John Shelby

Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy

Bonnie Gold

Gangs of London

You And Me Belong Together

Sean Wallace

Billy Wallace

Mobland

Harry Da Souza

The Kids Aren't Alright

Eddie Harrigan

You're The One Habit I Can't Kick

Runaway Baby

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Hit The Pedal, Heavy Metal

Steve Harrington

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Sinus Rhythm

This is the last part of my Sean Wallace childhood friends to lovers anthology series.

No obligation to read tags: @darklydeliciousdesires @lovemissyhoneybee @daydreaming-belle

Contains: Injury, medical inaccuracies, fluff.

1.4K words

There are some things Sean can't forget.

They didn't know if the car accident was a planned hit or really just wrong place, wrong time; all they knew was that Sean's ribs were broken so badly they needed to be set with plates and screws, that he missed shredded lungs by the miracles of millimetres and that he had a concussion that would require serious monitoring.

There was an anxiety you couldn't name, and the smell of disinfectant and sickness blended together to form a thick patina on the walls that made your skin crawl. The doctor wouldn't let you into his room to wait with him, that was for immediate family only, Billy told you he get you the moment Sean opened his eyes. The ticking clock in the waiting room seemed to mock you, the seconds passing into minutes, which eventually bled into hours until you took off your jacket to use as a pillow and curled into a ball to get some sleep on the rock hard chair; it was going to be a long day.

****

When Sean awoke, he only had a vague idea of what was happening, all he really knew was that he was in a hospital and that his side ached like he had done ten rounds with an ogre. There was a man sitting by his bed he almost knew, like his identity was dangling too far away to reach but then again, everything felt like that right now.

He must have been someone because the second Sean asked who he was, the man paled and rushed to get a doctor. The doctors told him it was post-traumatic amnesia, that in twenty-four hours, he should be back to normal, then there was a click from one of the machines attached to him, and a pleasant warmness lulled him back to sleep.

When he woke again, the name he now knew was his brother was still with him, sipping on a coffee as he read the paper. "Your brain still all empty?"

He shrugged. "Mostly." He looked around, it was a nice room, one only the wealthy could afford. He could see people passing by through the window along one wall, the mix of nurses and doctors growing boring, that was until a woman walked by in civilian clothes, and his heart rate monitor beeped just a bit faster. "Who is that?"

Billy looked up from his newspaper at his tone and chuckled when he saw your tired face. "That's y/n. You don't remember her?"

Sean shook his head. "No, but she's the most exquisite creature I've ever laid my eyes on. Please don't tell me she's your girlfriend?"

He held back a laugh, an evil idea forming in his mind. "No mate, I'll go get her, try not to pop a stitch."

He watched through the window as Billy talked to you, your face awash with so many emotions and he was overcome with the urge to wipe away the wetness that was gathering in your eyes. He did his best to straighten up as you walked in, the doctors had his bed in the raised position to take pressure off his ribs, and he was grateful that it meant you weren't looking down at him when you sat on the edge of the bed. "Billy said you can't remember shit."

His brain was screaming at him to say something, but he was so struck by your beauty that he found himself rendered mute. "Sean."

He blinked. "Yes, but as I'm sure my brother told you, I'll be back to normal by tomorrow. Now who are you?"

You nodded. "Billy didn't…" A glance at his brother showed he was barely holding back a smile. "Who do you think I am?" You didn't want to say it was payback for the fright he gave you, but it was.

He grinned. "Well, you must be my girlfriend." You had to be, there was no other reason for this strange feeling in his chest.

You shook your head, and a lump formed in his throat. "We've been best friends since we were six." No, that couldn't be right, there had to be something more, especially when your hand linked in his and it made him feel like the whole world was sucked away. "You're stone off your gourd and hurt. You'll remember everything in the morning then you can go back to giving me shit for my taste in men."

You turned to Billy and raised your eyebrows. "Can I speak to you outside for a moment?"

He stood up and left but as you went to do the same, Sean stopped you, grabbing your hand and holding on for dear life. "Please don't go, I don't want you to leave."

You squeezed his hand and smiled. "I'll be back in five minutes."

He let you go with a frown and you went outside to talk to Billy. "I get it, but really dude?"

He grinned. "He almost died, now's a good a time as any."

You sighed. "We were just happy being cowards, why do you need to interfere?"

He shrugged. "Because I don't want sister in law I can't stand. Mother's going to push him to marry sooner or later, better it be to the woman he's been in love with since he was a teenager."

Your eyes went wide. "It's really been that long? I thought…." It grew obvious Sean had feelings for you months ago, but you had both been dancing around it, for what reason it was hard to say.

He slapped a hand on your shoulder. "Yep, now get back in there before he hobbles out to get you. I'll go home and get you a change of clothes so you can freshen up."

He raced away before you could say more, and you returned to Sean's bedside with a sigh. "What do you want to know?"

He grinned as best he could. "Everything."

****

Things came back in slowly, fading through the fogginess of his mind until the memories felt real. But Sean didn't stop you from retelling all your favourite stories from your friendship if only to hear them from your perspective. The heart rate monitor's beeping was infuriating, the flash of sound letting the whole world know each time he had a rush of emotion. It went on for hours, Billy sitting guard outside to make sure no one walked in to interrupt, he even shooed away their mother.

But the more the amnesia wore off, the more it became clear to him how close he was to dying. He wasn't a man to take things for granted, not after everything he had to do to get his London back in his family's hands and yet, you still remained unaware of his feelings, even though he caught you looking at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention. He took a deep breath, unwilling to betray his nervousness with the audible untick of his heart. "Y/n, I have to tell you something."

You knew it was coming, the way he was looking at you made that much clear. "Yeah?"

He took your hand in his, his thumb drifting over the backs of your fingers as he gathered himself. "I have been lying to you." He took another deep breath. "The last thing I thought about before I passed out was that I was never going to get to tell you the truth and I must remedy that now."

You held up a hand to stop him, placing your hand on his cheek before leaning down to kiss him. He accepted, his lips soft as he linked his fingers in yours. "You don't need to say anything, I know, I love you too."

He kissed you again, firmer this time, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as you fight the urge to grab at him. But the second he went to do more, his side lit up like someone had stuck his ribs on the stove. He did his best to hide it, but you pulled back with a smile. "We should stop."

He was positively miffed, like someone had yanked his favourite toy away. "The second I'm back in fighting shape we are going to.."

You shook your head to stop him. "I know."

He grinned and slowly shifted across the bed so you could sit next to him on his uninjured side. "You can stay here tonight, with that we're paying them they can't complain."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'd like that."

Fin

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hey lovely, I am so excited to see your requests open again!

May I please request: 2. “I just found your underwear in my pocket.” with Sean Wallace

🌻

You may, best Aussie!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

His eyes flit to you, narrowing slightly, a little smirk curling his full lips as he leans in close to whisper words he definitely does not intend for his business associates also present at the table to hear.

“I just found your underwear in my pocket.”

Ahh, you were wondering how long it would take him to reach into his trousers and find them there. For a whole hour, you've been sitting there pants-less, fizzing with anticipation, waiting, waiting.

"Only took you an hour to notice," you quip, licking your top lip.

His eyebrow flutters, shuffling his chair a little closer to yours. "You mean to tell me that you've been sitting here bare arsed for an hour, and I haven't known?"

You don't even attempt to hide your mirth. "Correct."

"I'm going to do something about that." Resting his hand on your thigh, his fingers inch their way up slowly, pulling until you widen them just a little beneath the table. You're smiling with interest when one of the men begins to ask you about your own career, all the while with Sean's thumb gliding back and forth over your clit.

You close your thighs on his hand, receiving a little pinch of reprimand, your man leaning close to you once more. "If you didn't want this, then you shouldn't have played games with me, should you?"

You had merely intended for him to be driven crazy by the knowledge of your lack of undies, but you truly should have known that nobody checkmates Sean Wallace quite so easily. His thumb returns, and having to keep a straight face as an orgasm swells, tingles and burns through you is perhaps the most difficult thing you've ever encountered, but the thrill is worth the payout.

Climbing astride him at the end of the night and having a furious, fully clothed fuck in the back of the car that whisks you home is even better, though.

[verricherri]

i'm frustrated with my life —

and i’m in the mood to ruin lives & create chaos. give me a prompt, & I’ll write — first 5 request only 🍒

[bluebellhairpin]

Arthur Morgan X Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a reputation, and Arthur is sceptical. What was once scepticism soon turns to annoyance. Then, surprisingly admiration, and from that - something even more, but not all things are meant to be. (wc.5.9k)

Warnings: Guns. Making out. Arthur is insecure and a nervous wreak but hides it well. Sort of angst ending. Reader is fem body coded (pronouns used are she/her (probably), is referred to as 'wife' + 'woman'), and a bounty hunter.

Listening to: 'Wandering Star' by Lee Marvin - "Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack. I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back."

Masterlist || AO3 link

Arthur could remember vividly each time he went out on a job with you.

You - a bounty hunter who occasionally crossed paths with the gang - with a rather bad reputation for things going wrong. Or at least from whatever stories others who’d joined you collecting bounties told. It took Arthur a while before he himself met you. Tales of your mishaps were all second hand, mostly from Sean - he often wouldn’t shut up about you for a few days after a job was done.

However, the other side of your coin came with a good reputation for getting hundreds worth of dollars in each haul from a job (either from a bounty or from something else on the side because the bounty went sour). That kind of reputation was something most in the gang, notably, did not have. Which meant no job with you, nor the idea to use you as a money bag, was ever turned down.

The first time Dutch had sent him to find you in need of money had him groaning down to his toes in want of literally any other job. (By then, Sean’s, the single most annoying person in camp, stories of how horrible you were, and the bullet wounds other’s returned with spoke for themselves, so Arthur was not looking forward to meeting you.) He found you off somewhere near Wallace Station, then you offered to take him on a job north of Valentine.

Off the bat you seemed nice enough despite the preceding reputation, so he agreed.

It sure as hell helped that you were the prettiest woman he’d laid eyes on since his heartbreak with Mary Linton. When you rode ahead of him he almost couldn’t take his eyes off you. From the way you did your hair, to the way your silhouette looked in the sunset - you could’ve made a fox forget it was chasing a rabbit.

In Arthur’s opinion, it all went superb - to a point. Arthur had no idea why the other’s made such a fuss about you. The ride up to the location was no trouble at all, in fact you asked him if he wanted anything from the Valentine general store before you’d even left the town, and stayed rather quiet since aside from some mandatory small-talk. It was like you knew he liked a peaceful ride when he was going to a job.

The two of you got to the job, some farm with one too many dogs still wandering around, and he instructed you to stay put while he went in to grab the bounty - some sleazy man who was on the run for messing with saloon workers one too many times. He said it twice, just to be safe.

“Stay here, stay hidden, wait until I come back unless I give you a signal.” You looked at him funny - in hindsight it was probably a look of disbelief - then asked him what the signal was. His stare was hard, but so was yours. Really, again with the gift of hindsight, he knew he should’ve questioned your look, but he didn’t - and it bit him in the ass. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

In fact it was all going great until he screwed up. Not you.

Figures.

Then the job lit up like a stray cigarette in a hay barn. The people in the house woke up, the guards woke up, the fucking chickens woke up. Bullets rained down like biblical hail and brimstone, and where were you? Arthur was stuck behind the barn, warding off shots as he made ones of his own, and past behind his enemies he saw you standing at the top of the road.

Your silhouette was hard to make out, but there you were - standing in the middle of the road with the moonlight behind you, one hand on your cocked hip and a cigarette setting a glow to your mouth in the other hand. He ducked back behind his cover, cursing Dutch and himself, and you - he clearly needed help and where were you?

He reloaded his gun, spending too much time uncharacteristically fumbling with the bullets and grumbling about how you’d gone on a smoke break, being useless while he was in trouble.

“Get on cowboy.” You said from right behind him - apparently he'd spent a long time cursing and reloading. He looked up and there you were, a jump of a fence away on your horse with Boadicea in tow.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked, securing his weapons down so he could bolt over to the fence and climb onto his horse.

“Waiting for your ‘signal’ - which you still haven’t given me by the way.” You said as you looked over your shoulder at the sound of more gunshots.

“I could’ve used some help there, y’know.”

“Looks like you were doing just fine t’ me.”

“You are��” He hummed, shaking his head once in annoyance, nudging Boadicea into a trot.

“Hey, I brought you your horse and am currently performing a very clean getaway. No one's hurt, so no complaining yet.”

Yet?

Arthur didn’t know how much he liked your usage of that word. He felt his wariness was very justified - even with how you’d lulled him into a sense of false security.

“And if you’re gonna act like the big boss on a job which I gave you, you deserve getting your ass handed to you for a while. No sympathy from me.”

“Oh so that's what this is about, you wanted to wear the pants.”

“It’s not too late for me to shoot you and take all the money myself, don't sass me.” You said, hat catching in the wind as the cord caught around your throat. He watched as parts of your hair broke free from your face and he smiled in disbelief. The balls on you - he could only say one thing in reply.

“Yes ma’am.”

When you returned to Valentine, you told him to stick around. ‘Repay him for the trouble’ you’d said. By the time he’d come outside his hotel the next morning, you’d appeared from around a corner and handed him a small satchel full of cash.

Apparently you’d conned some wealthy gentlemen who were passing through the Valentine saloon and they’d left drunk in the early morning completely unaware of their empty pockets. Not to mention you’d returned to the same farm Arthur had run away from to collect the bounty yourself, and had handed the horse thief into the sheriff an hour earlier. When you mounted your horse and said goodbye, he found himself staring a little too long as you left.

Arthur ended up returning back to camp at noon with a few hundred dollars to donate to the camp box (and that was after he’d split it all with you). But an unwarranted feeling of needing to go on another job with you was also present on his person. He chalked it up to nothing more than curiosity - rightly so. He didn’t believe himself to be the smartest man in any room, but he was smart enough to figure out that you didn’t put forth much effort at that homestead, not compared to what you could’ve. Especially after what you’d done to ‘make it up to him’.

He’d told you to sit and wait, so that’s what you did even though you didn’t want to. He’d expected you to come to his aid when he got into trouble, but you didn’t. You were being petty - because of him - at the cost of his safety. It was rather ballsy of you to have so much confidence that nothing would actually happen to him while you were proving your point, but then again you’d only met him a day prior. And very clearly it wasn’t because you weren’t capable of helping - considering you did it on your own.

Teaching him a lesson at his expense wasn’t something you were particularly worried about, after all you wouldn’t exactly have been weeping over his death if he had been shot anyway.

Arthur next met you by mere chance. He’d been sent into Saint Denis with a few others to grab some supplies, all incognito-like, and had some time to kill before they all had to head back. Sean dragged him off to one of the Saloons, and who else did he recognise taking up space at the bar but you.

It’s not like he committed your back to memory on purpose during the time you spent together. He just had a knack for putting names to faces, and finding people in crowds. That's all.

He tapped the counter, dropping sufficient payment for a shot of whisky on the polished wood, and slid in the bar stool beside yours. He quickly dropped his hat onto his knee, ran a hand back through his hair as if that would make him more presentable.

“Fancy seein’ you here.” he said, capturing your attention. Your face morphed from mildly irritated to recognition, and your lips quirked up in amusement.

“Arthur Morgan?” you breathed.

“It’s the only name I got darlin’.” he said, and you clapped him on the shoulder, hand firm and stronger than he would’ve guessed. He was more surprised at how friendly you were, but maybe that was just what alcohol did to you.

“As I live and breathe, here I was thinkin’ I’d only ever see you again on wanted posters.” you mused, a pretty and sly smirk creeping onto your lips, “Say, you’d fetch a nice bounty over in Strawberry last I checked. Made me think I shoulda brought you in when I had the chance.”

“Hey now, no need to be so forward, at least buy me a drink first,” You laughed at his dry delivery, and he took a sip from his drink to push aside the thought of how nice the noise sounded coming from you.

“What’re you doing in Saint Denis? You don’t strike me as a ‘big city’ kind of guy.”

“Well I ain’t. Needed a few things. Needed to socialise the younguns.” He said, gesturing at the latter part to the red headed Irishman across the room who was talking up a working girl. “They can go feral if they don’t get proper human interaction often enough.”

Your eyes drew to the same place he gestured, and you hummed into your glass.

“Wish I could say I knew what you meant, but I don’t.” you said, scratching your jaw. Arthur found himself mirroring the action, and stopped as inconspicuously as possible. “Ain’t got no youngins myself to wrangle.”

“You’re lucky then.” he said, turning back to the bar as you sat for a few moments without a word passing. He noticed your glass was empty, but you were making no effort to get it refilled. “What’re you doing in the city then?” He bated, hoping you took a bite and gave him some more time in your company.

“Catching the late train to Annesburg.” you sighed, face turning sour as if it wasn’t something you were looking forward to. “Some man I’m after is makin’ himself hard to catch and word says he’s hiding out in some abandoned brothel near there. It’ll be my third time tryna pin him. Guys getting on my nerves.”

“Do you, uh,” he coughed, “Would you like a hand?”

You looked over at him, and he left the hairs on the back of his neck prickle at how you were looking both at him and right through him all at once.

“Your ‘youngun’ will handle without you for a few days?”

“Oh yeah, Sean doesn’t really need me, he can find trouble all on his own, no problem.”

“That’s not what I meant.” you chuckled.

“I know.” he said, downing the rest of his drink and fixing his hat back on his head. “What time’s the train leaving?”

You’d both collected your horses from the train carriage, and the sun had just started to rise. Arthur was tossing up as to whether he should help you onto your horse, but you’d already flung yourself onto your saddle by the time he worked up the courage to turn around to offer.

As you started to ride, he said your name, trying to strike up a conversation.

“How far away is this place?” He asked.

“‘Bout an hour or so south.” you said, flicking the rim of your hat back to look at the sky. You sniffed, and tipped your hat back down. “Should be there before the rain sets in.”

Arthur frowned, and nudged Boadicea into a stride next to yours as you made your way out of town.

“Sky’s clear, it won't rain for a long time yet.”

“Yes it will.” you smiled, “Sunrise says so.” He grunted, not willing to pursue the matter further, and let you ride a few paces ahead of him. He’d find out soon enough if you were just talking nonsense or not.

The ride, again, was quiet with the alcohol in your system having worn off on the train overnight. And you were correct about the rain. ‘The place is just up this hill.’ You’d said, and then a crack of thunder rumbled behind him. By the time you’d both reached the old caravan, the clouds had made way to a misty rain.

“You grab the door, and I’ll cover you.” you instructed, dismounting your horse. “The guy’s as fast as a rat and quiet as a snake. Keep your guard up.” He watched as you told him what to do - seeing you pack on yourself two revolvers and a shotgun.

“Sure this guy ain’t Houdini?” You tilted your head, confused.

“Whose ‘Houdini’?”

Arthur then remembered you probably hadn’t seen that same sideshow magician act he did - if you did that sort of thing at all. He wondered if you would like to.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Arthur quietly made his way up the stairs, past the poor soul who’d been left to rot on the chair beside the door, ready to open it and catch whoever this man was. He’d barely cracked the door open before you were there with both your revolvers raised, baring your teeth at whoever was inside.

You said the bounty was fast, but how quickly you’d managed to pin him with the aim of your gun had him wondering. If you were that fast, how fast was the guy you’d been chasing?

“Sit down. I won’t hesitate to put a few ounces of lead through your bastard skull if you don’t.” Arthur was almost tempted to take a seat himself, with your tone turning as deadly as it did - the only thing that stopped him was the fact that ‘bastard’ was a bastard he knew.

“I can assure you, madam, that my parents were very much married and in love when I was born. But please, can we talk about this -”

“- I’m done talkin’! We’ve had plenty of time to talk!” You barked.

“Trelawney?” Arthur asked, stepping into the caravan to see the Englishman there on the bed.

“Mr. Morgan!”

“You broke my nose! Twice! That warrant’s zero sympathy from me!” You said, then - and Arthur watched as it happened - your face morphed from clear anger to confusion, your arms going lax as you did so. “You know this guy?”

“Know him? I’ve had to save his sorry ass about ten times from bounty hunters like you.” Arthur said. Josiah scoffed, hands at his sides with his palms to the ceiling - he was ready to start smoothly talking his way out of the situation (again, no doubt) - but neither you nor Arthur were really paying him any attention anymore anyway.

“Did you know it was him here?”

“Naw, I swear I didn’t.” he replied, “Wouldn’t have let you pay for the train if I knew it wasn’t gonna be worth your trouble.”

“Oh, that’s rich,” you scoffed, holstering your guns and then placing your hands on your hips - they’d cocked to one side, and he had to internally slap himself to meet your eyes again. “That man’s been a bother of mine for weeks - I coulda been earning hundreds if it weren’t for chasing him all over the five closest states!”

“I have to applaud you there ma’am, I have not had a peaceful night’s rest since you’d been after me. You’re like Death himself. But if it’s money you’d like I do know a place that can make it worth your while.” Josiah said, now much louder and closer. His hands found both yours and Arthur’s shoulders - which you shrugged off very quickly with a glare to match. “Not hundreds, but thousands. You’d make the best pair to pull it off.”

“Does it include breaking your nose? Twice?” Josiah let out an awkward noise, laughing off your serious comment.

“I’m sure we can re-negotiate that in the future, for now though, shall we?” He gestured to the door. You sent a final look of uncertainty towards Arthur before leaving the caravan in a huff. “Quite the lady you have there, my friend.” Josiah said quietly into Arthur’s ear.

“Shove off Trelawney.” Arthur said, making his way out to you and your horses with Josiah in tow. “Did you really break her nose?”

“Twice.” he nodded.

“Bastard.”

You’d had a sour look plastered to your face the moment Josiah pointed you in the direction of a dress boutique. Hands were still fixed firmly on your hips above your guns, and your feet likewise looked like they were moving just as slowly despite Josiah pushing on your shoulder.

“No.” your head shook, “I’ll play an actress all you like, but I ain’t gettin’ stuffed into no fancy-pants puffed sleeved ball gown.”

“It doesn’t have to be a puffy dress, it just has to be a dress.” Josiah said.

Arthur stood a ways off, deciding it was safest to give you a wide berth, smoking a cigarette. He’d already been conned into a new suit - vest and pocket watch included. Apparently Josiah knew it was going to be easier to get Arthur to bend to his will, hence why he was corralled into a tailor’s store first.

You were proving to be much more of a challenge.

“I have dresses, I wear dresses - I don’t need a new one! -”

“- A nice dress.” Josiah interrupted. Your mouth stopped wide open, and slowly closed as he continued. “One without stains, or notably mended stitches - and with a proper hem!” Apparently that seemed to shut you up.

You cast a glance at Arthur, eyeing him up and down - if he had to guess, you were gauging how dressed-up he was and translating it to what that could mean for you. Josiah lent over, whispering something in your ear. He saw you visibly bristle, before sighing with a roll of your eyes.

“Fine,” you said, mumbling as you pressed your hat firmly on your head, “But the corset better be a good one.”

Now Arthur was wondering what Josiah had said to get you to give in.

Arthur thought you looked very pretty. Not that he would tell you.

The dress Josiah wrangled you into was fancy - but had no frills or puffs (not to Arthur’s untrained eye anyway), or lace and jewels sewn in. It was as basic as a party dress could get, yet you wore it well. Very well. Something about you made it look like it was a fancy dress. Apparently blue was your colour.

“Corset good?” he found himself asking without thinking. He wasn’t thinking about you in a corset, or just a corset, or without a corset. He wasn’t a pervert, he was just trying to make conversation and it was the first thing that popped into mind. Arthur could tell his internal struggle was making him stand awkwardly, but you, bless you, didn’t even seem to notice.

“It ain’t digging in anywhere,” you started, slipping a hand into the crook of Arthur’s elbow as you lent down to adjust something with your shoe. “I have no idea how but this Trelawney of yours knows how to pick ‘em out.”

Arthur felt himself bristle. It had been a long time since he’s had a woman on his arm, let alone when he and they were both dressed up so. If anyone walked passed they’d think you were a couple. Lovers, courting, married - the last one made Arthur’s brain completely stop and reset for a moment. But he was getting ahead of himself.

Aside from knowing you were a fantastic gunslinger, had a cool attitude, a fierce angry face, and the prettiest set of eyes he’d ever seen (lord above, he spent recent nights dreaming about your eyes), he barely knew you. The way you made him feel like he was twenty-something and untouched by heartbreak had to be coincidence - like he said it had been a while, and you were pretty, but you both had a job to do. He had no time to act all sweet on you.

Not when he had to pretend to be your husband.

“I have my ways of knowing,” Josiah said, appearing on your other side as you began walking down the street (he offered his arm for you to take also, but Arthur felt your hand grip his bicep tighter as you stuck your nose in the air - the grudge had not been let go yet), “I just plead you don’t ask how I do know.”

Arthur felt his head tilt, eye twitching in curiosity. “Are we still talking about corsets Trelawney?” he asked.

“Of course.” Josiah replied, unthinking, and you scoffed a laugh.

“Well then I think I know how you know.” you said, smiling slyly, “Because you can’t know how comfortable they’re supposed to be without trying one on.”

“They’re more comfortable than I thought.” Josiah said, adjusting his hat as his arms started flailing about in a flustered explanation. “They make a waistcoat sit very nicely under a jacket, and it was only once -”

“Trelawney,” you said, stopping the man’s babbling with one word, “Unless Arthur over here is completely enthralled by your tales of trying on women’s clothing, you don’t have to explain. I couldn’t care less what you’ve worn.”

“Alright, we shall go back to not knowing.” Trelawney said. He took a few steps ahead before stopping just before a corner. “The place is just up around the corner, you both know the plan?”

“We’re not stupid,” you mumbled, smoothing a hand down the front of your skirt.

“I know you aren’t dear, our friend here though -”

“- Hey, he’s saved your life once already today, be grateful and not make it twice.” you hissed. Josiah’s hand raised in surrender before he let out a hushed voice of agreement. Arthur looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a thread-bare smile on his face.

He wouldn’t have disagreed with Josiah, but it was nice to have someone say otherwise. Especially coming from you.

You began relaying the plan back to Josiah, the conman nodded along to every word. Arthur was just far enough along the path to be able to see around the corner, and his eyes laid on the location of your current job.

“And I’ll meet you both at this location.” Josiah said, handing over a folder piece of paper. Arthur turned back and looked over your shoulder to see there was an address written.

“This is a hotel.” you said. Arthur felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes.” Josiah nodded, “I’ll have all your old clothes there waiting, and you can act all inconspicuous, and part ways in the morning.”

Before Arthur could protest, you were turned back toward the direction of the party you were going to be gate crashing, mumbling under your breath about how if this didn’t work out you were going to kill Josiah and forget the money all together. He couldn’t particularly blame you.

Arthur Morgan was not a social person. His idea of a home was a two room farmhouse in a valley that got cut off from civilization every winter.

This though? A mansion on one of Saint Denis most upper class streets, filled to the brim with the richest and most dolled-up of high society? This was basically a nightmare. The only thing that made it bearable was the never-ending flow of free drinks - and you.

Putting on a façade of Mr and Mrs Callahan wasn’t as bad as Arthur thought it was going to be. You sipped on champagne and kept your arm linked with his. Your warmth was comforting, grounding - and you seemed to know exactly what to do and how to talk. You introduced yourself like you belonged there, held small talk and smiled. If it weren’t for the death vice you kept on his forearm, he wouldn’t have pegged you as nervous at all. In fact having you around almost made him forget he was there to rob the place.

Apparently the homeowner had a safe full of stocks and bonds somewhere upstairs - bonds that could be fenced for thousands of dollars. The plan was to get in, mingle, sneak away and steal the bonds, return for the rest of the party, and then leave for the hotel. You seemed confident that it would work.

Arthur couldn’t help but feel like something somewhere was going to go wrong - as per the curse that seemed to befall your jobs.

Very slowly you socialized your way from the front door toward the back of the house, and then back toward the front entrance where the stairs were, tugging Arthur along the whole way. It could’ve been the alcohol, but he felt like he was in a daze. Following where you lead felt like the easiest thing ever, even in a place like this.

“How are we going to get upstairs?” he asked quietly, scanning the room. There was a lull in your socializing, and frankly there was a lull in the party too - like quiet before a storm. If there was ever a chance to rob the place, now would be it.

“What do people sneak away from parties for?” you whispered.

There was a sparkle in your eye when you looked up at him. Maybe it was the lighting. It made you look quite delicious. He wasn’t going to get distracted by your eyes though, as much as he wished he had the time to commit them to memory right that moment.

“Arthur?” The soft yet stern call of his name brought him back down to earth. What was your question again? Oh, that’s right. Why would a married man and woman sneak away somewhere private at a party?

The sudden thought of what you were implying to do with him - or more correctly, what you intended to be perceived to be doing with him - made him feel the need to loosen his collar.

When your hand slid down his arm to lock your fingers between his, he swore his very soul almost floated away. Tethered down by the warmth of your hand in his. It was embarrassing, how even pretending to sneak off with you for sex made him act like a lost puppy.

If only his wanted posters could see him now.

Somehow, no one paid you any mind as you led Arthur upstairs. For the sake of consistency, you pulled him into the nearest door - a bedroom. Just his luck. As if he needed to add any more fuel to his imaginings.

“What luck,” you said. His thoughts exactly. “Arthur, look.” He turned towards where you’d wandered. You were standing by a door, beyond it was what looked like an office.

“That’s probably where the safe is.” he mused, coming up behind you and thoughtlessly touching your waist to quietly guide you into the office.

“You start left, I’ll go right. We’ll meet in the middle, and check the desk last.” you instructed.

Arthur nodded, and quietly got to prodding around bookshelves. He looked in cupboards, and behind paintings. He got past the first wall and found nothing. The second wall though was where he found the safe - tucked snugly behind a collection of encyclopedias.

“Here.” he said over his shoulder, ushering you over. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll crack it open.” He felt you stand behind him as he played with the lock, keeping your ear out for signs of someone coming. God, you were so smart.

He felt the hem of your dress brush against his heel. Behind that hem was your ankles, your legs. You were so close. Arthur wondered what -

He let out a shaky breath, and the lock clicked open. He had to focus. Your competency couldn’t be that big of a distraction, but it was. You were smart, and so pretty, and you were leaning over his shoulder and grabbing the bonds, you smelt so nice.

“Here, you take these, put them in your boots. I’ve got the rest.” You pressed two thin wads of paper into his palms, then grabbed the rest of the bonds before pushing the safe closed.

Arthur stood after putting the bonds neatly into his boots, careful to have fixed his pant leg. When his eyes found his way up from the floor, he was met with the sight of your hands halfway down the front of your corset.

He swallowed, thickly, and looked towards the heavens. He was not going to think about how it would feel to have his hands there instead, pressed between taught fabric and the softness of your chest. He wasn’t!

He might later though.

Just then, there were the unmistakable sounds of people coming up the stairs. Arthur saw your eyes widen, and before he knew it you’d dragged him out of the office and back into the bedroom. The footsteps got louder. Closer.

They were definitely getting closer to the bedroom door.

He heard you close the office door behind you, and he looked across at you. There was something about your eyes now, something nervous. Were you nervous about getting caught? Nothing like that seemed to bother you before now, something else was wrong. You beat him to the punch before he could get the words out.

“Kiss me?” He’d never heard you sound so unsure before. Kissing him, Arthur Morgan, shouldn’t make you nervous. He wasn’t someone worth being nervous over, not unless he pointed a gun your way.

The footsteps came toward the door, and the next few moments seemed to slow right down.

You grabbed his arms, leant back against the door, and pulled him to you. ‘Kiss me,’ you said again, an order more than an ask. When your fingers brushed against his jaw on the way to settle in the hair at the back of his jacket collar, he found himself melting.

He kissed you, and you kissed back.

Arthur wasn’t unknown to the actions that befell men and women in the night, he’d partook often enough to be no stranger, but right then kissing you felt like the first time. He wasn’t a man in his late-thirties with ears of experience under his belt - this felt like back when he was young. Before Mary, and Eliza, and countless working women. His hands shook until they held tight to your waist, his heart felt like it was in his throat, and his cheeks and neck flushed faster than he had in years.

When your mouth opened to deepen the kiss, he had to refrain from groaning - however behind his eyelids his eyes did roll into the back of his skull. One of his hands took your cheek in his palm, cradling your head closer at a divine angle. His other arm wrapped around your lower back, holding you even closer with the entirety of his forearm.

By the time whoever it was outside opened the door, Arthur had completely forgotten they were the reason you both were kissing in the first place. It probably made the look of surprise on his face look more real.

When he pulled away from you, and you took his hand to sheepishly bypass the intruder - intruder would be the wrong work, the poor man probably owned the house - no one was any wiser to why you were really there.

Even Arthur had forgotten the reason his boots were uncomfortable was because there were hundreds of dollars worth of stocks and bonds stuffed in them. Your hold on his hand was firm, if he flattered himself he’d think you weren’t intending to let go. For a moment, as you both went back down the stairs, you threw a smile back over your shoulder at him.

The feeling that shot through his heart only meant one thing. He was in trouble now.

If someone asked him years from now when the last time he fell in love was, he’d say right then. Seeing you with that smile, eyes shining just for him, with your hair done nice, and dressed in a pretty blue dress - he fell in love.

Arthur Morgan fell in love hard.

The problem with you was that you never stayed in one place long.

That night after the party robbery, you’d made it back to the hotel - but you only stuck around long enough to change clothes. Arthur Morgan learnt very quickly that you were a wanderer. He supposed that was why you worked so well as a bounty hunter.

Once Arthur returned to camp after that night, he handed the bonds over to Hosea with a sour grunt, and retreated into his tent. He wasn’t upset about not getting to spend more time with you, nor was he pouting about not knowing when he’d see you again.

He did though spend the rest of the evening with his nose in his journal, sketching out your silhouette, and your eyes. How your dress looked. The smile you’d sent his way.

Arthur threw the book closed on his cot, sighing at how you’d consumed his mind.

He couldn’t tell if you’d be better or worse than Mary.

The next few weeks passed so slowly. The days dragged on. He took most chances he could to get out of camp, to make stops in town saloons and general stores - even sheriff offices - in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. He should be embarrassed, but he couldn’t get you out of his head. The feeling you gave him, the feeling that kiss gave him, he wanted to feel it again.

He felt like he was close to praying to god for the chance to run into you again. He felt that desperate. Then he felt like it was useless.

You were, from Arthur’s experience, the most memorable person he’d met. Everything about you he was able to recall so vividly. From the way you threatened Josiah, to how you’d almost fallen asleep on him on the train. You haunted him, and he was addicted to how you did it. Your attitude, and your beauty, it floored him. Arthur was none of those things.

Besides, he was a wanderer too. Neither of you were fixed in one place long, it wouldn’t work. You moved, and so did he. There was nothing he could do about it - just like how there was nothing he could do about how he felt about you.

Arthur could remember vividly each time he was on a job with you - because he could vividly remember you.

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Could you do "your more fun to miss" with John maybe angsty fluff but whatever works for you and your brain 😁

Thanks for sending this one in, anon!! And I need you to hear me out on this - I KNOW that the gif is of Joe Cole as Sean Wallace in Gangs of London, BUT this could ALSO be Modern!John Shelby … which is what I was going for in this blurb. I figured I’d think outside of the box for one of my John stories since no one is really reading them anyway… But if you are reading them…Enjoy! :) …oh and again, I just focused on the face he’s making rather than what the woman talking to him looks like - I felt the face really matched the situation haha. Ok, I’m babbling now..on with the story!

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More Fun to Miss

Modern!John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, drinking, insinuations of cheating

Word Count: 1165

Summary: (Y/N) lets John have a piece of her mind when she sees him (against her wishes) for the first time in three weeks at a club.

“Don’t look now…” (Y/N)’s friend, Kara, began, making she sure had the woman she was addressing’s attention before continuing, “but that man has literally been eye-fucking you all night,” her grin grew as she finished her statement.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed at her friend’s comment. Then she looked over her shoulder to see who she was talking about. The first thing that came to her mind when she located said man was fuck.

“What? Do you know him or something?” Kara asked upon seeing (Y/N)’s reaction to her observation.

“Yeah, I do,” (Y/N) answered with a sigh.

Kara looked over her friend’s shoulder to take another glimpse of the man before turning her attention back to the conversation. She bit on her bottom lip to conceal her grin as she debated whether or not saying what was on her mind would anger (Y/N) or not. After a few moments, she thought ‘the hell with it’. “He’s hot as fuck,” she commented, her grin in full view now.

“I beg to differ,” (Y/N) disagreed, sipping on her drink and hoping she didn’t look too disgusted.

“Well he’s been staring at you literally all night.”

“Yeah, that’s because he knows me too.”

“Care to share the details?” Kara’s eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“I’d much rather move to a different table,” (Y/N) responded, grabbing her drink in one hand and her clutch in the other before she stood from the table they were sitting at.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Kara called, scoffing before she hurried to grab her things and catch up with her friend.

(Y/N) silently cursed the fact that the club was rather packed, which made it hard for her to find another open table. At this point, she’d much rather leave the place than go back to where she’d been sitting.

Her path was soon blocked though, and the second she looked up, she had to muster all of her restraint not to throw her drink in the man’s face.

“(Y/N)? I thought it was you,” the cocky shit that was John Shelby wasted no time in making conversation. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asked with a grin.

“It’s been three weeks, John. Get the fuck out of my way,” (Y/N) dismissed his pleasantries, hoping that he could tell by the glare she was wearing that she wanted no parts of talking to him.

But, of course, John didn’t catch onto it. Or maybe he did and decided to continue the conversation in spite of her. “Three weeks too long, darlin’,” he commented, his eyes raking over her figure, “I’ve missed you.”

“You found him, (Y/N)! I knew you’d taken off for a reason!” Kara chimed into the conversation before (Y/N) could respond with a snide remark.

“I didn’t find him, he blocked my path, Kara,” (Y/N) muttered to her friend, hoping that she’d catch onto her facial expression and help her out.

“You’re a friend?” John asked before Kara was able to get a good look at (Y/N)’s face, succeeding at pulling her attention to him.

“I am! Who might you be?” Kara asked, her grin growing by the second.

“Oh she didn’t tell me about you?” John’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “I was sure she would’ve.”

“No, she didn’t, and I’m rather confused as to why,” Kara responded, frowning at John before she sent (Y/N) a glare and elbowed her side. This set (Y/N) off even more. You’re supposed to be on my side!, she menatlly screamed at her friend.

“Why didn’t you tell her, love?” John now directed his surprised gaze at (Y/N).

“Because contrary to your belief, John, you’re really not someone I’d scream from the rooftops over,” she spat back, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“The noise complaints we got from my nieghbors beg to differ, baby,” he cracked back, his words dripping with smugness. I outgha just throw this fucking drink at you, (Y/N) thought as she stared him down. If looks could kill, he’d be flat on the floor by now.

“I bet they come knocking for every girl you decide to take home to fuck,” (Y/N) decided against making an even bigger scene, keeping the glass gripped firmly in her hand as she snapped at him, “and they probably complain pretty regularly considering you take a different one back every night,” she paused, seeing the surprise return to his eyes. It egged her on even more. “You thought I didn’t know, huh? Thought I hadn’t caught on to it? Why do you think it’s been three weeks and I haven’t answered a single one of your fucking texts, John?” she let him have it, taking her frustration out on him all while getting more frustrated by how he was looking at her.

It seemed like he hadn’t actually heard a word she said, because he was too busy flicking his eyes down to her lips, watching them as she unleashed her anger on him while his grin grew smugger with each word said.

“Oh shit…” Kara’s voice was full of surprise as she looked between the two, the dots finally getting connected in her mind. “That’s why you wanted to go…” she said to (Y/N) then.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I wanted to go,” (Y/N) answered her friend in a huff, finally breaking eye contact with the man she’d been standing toe-to-toe with. “And I’d like to leave now,” she added, her desperation returning as her anger started to make her feel sick. This was certainly not where she wanted to have this conversation.

“I’ll take the glasses back,” Kara told her, gently taking the glass that (Y/N) had had a white-knuckle grip on from the moment John stopped her. (Y/N) didn’t even realize she’d been holding it that hard until she moved her fingers and they were sore from the tension they’d been under.

The end was in sight now. All she had to do was wait a few more moments for Kara to return. Then she would be away from John Shelby forever.

But of course, John Shelby couldn’t let her get away without one last word. “Like I said, (Y/N)…I missed you,” he said to her, looking her over one last time - as if he was committing her to memory because he knew he’d never cross paths with her again. I hope my memory fucking haunts you, she thought to herself as she thought of one last thing to leave him with.

“Yeah, well you’re more fun to miss,” she sneered at him, looking him over once more also before she pushed passed him to the exit. Kara would have to find her outside because she didn’t want to be in his presence for one more second.

More fun to miss, indeed…although she wasn’t sure if she’d even miss him.

…ok so that was more angsty than fluffy, but the prompt took me on a ride and I had a bunch of fun writing it. I hope you don’t I strayed from your wishes slightly, anon!

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Thank you for the tag!! From my next chapter of my Sean Wallace x Reader childhood best friends to lovers anthology series.

The movie wasn't scary, and the killer kid plot was predictable, but that didn't stop the loud noise from making you jump, and Sean chuckled at your yelp. You kicked him under the blanket but he only laughed harder, reaching over to pause the film so he could tease you. "You're not scared, are you?"

You shook your head. "No, it was just loud."

This is only the first draft, so it will might be different once it's posted.

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tagging with no pressure: @rosellacwrites @ghotifishreads @holacia3 @thornsnvultures @palioom anyone else who wants to share!

here’s a tiny glimpse at my dark!triple frontier fic that I hope to finish before the new year. 😅

“No, no, no.” He snatches your ankle and you let out a terrified scream. You claw desperately at the earth but he easily drags you back before landing a swift slap to your cheek.

He shakes his head as you lay stunned between his feet. “Wrong place at the wrong time, huh, darlin’?”

He palms himself over his tactical pants. “No sense in fighting. We’re your saviors.”

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Violet – Epilogue (7/7)

When Sean finally meets his daughter, you wonder why you ever left him in the first place. Sean Wallace x fem!reader Epilogue: 1586 words

Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two  // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

A/N: Here it is!! Some sweet, sweet fluff to wrap up Reader’s, Sean’s and Violet’s story 🥺 Thanks for coming along on this journey y’all and for being genuinely interested in it. I have appreciated every single one of your asks and comments 🧡 Til next time!

Also I do imagine there to be a lil time jump between the last chapter and this one but I leave it unspecified.

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Sean drops tiredly onto the couch as you hover by the door, wishing the babysitter a good night. Letting out a long exhale, he leans his head back to catch a glimpse of you down the hall, admiring the way you looked in the dress you’d chosen to wear for the night.

The event you'd just come back from was run-of-the-mill for him - some iteration of a corporate mixer he’d been to countless times. It wasn’t unfamiliar to you either, having attended these events with Sean way back when. Even so, he did worry if it was a good idea to bring you right back into the midst of it all. It was one thing to have come to terms with the dangers of Sean’s occupation but another to have to physically mingle with the people most involved in said dangers. You hadn’t shown any reservations when he’d asked you to be his date to it, though, and selfishly, he was glad, knowing tonight wouldn’t have been half as bearable if you weren’t there with him.

Now, though, as he sat on the couch and watched you, he wondered what you were thinking after having done it. The last thing he wanted was for you to disappear and take Violet with you. Again.

Sean is jolted out of his thoughts when you turn around and meet his gaze, the babysitter having long gone now. You raise an eyebrow, having clocked the way his brow was furrowed.

“C’mere,” He says lowly, motioning you over.

You comply with a smile, walking over and settling yourself on his lap, kicking your bare feet up on the sofa. He snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Sean smiles languidly up at you, his eyes taking in your features almost reverently. You tilt your head to the side in silent curiosity, absentmindedly smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket with your palms.

“What’re you thinking about, hm?”

“You,” He says without missing a beat. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”

You let out a surprised huff but you can’t help the warmth that pools in your chest. Sean smirks, knowing he’s flustered you.

“The most gorgeous woman in the world,” He continues and you take his chin in your hand, your eyes narrowed playfully.

“How much did you have to drink tonight?”

“Not much at all,” He replies, easily escaping your grasp to press a quick kiss to your lips.

You take in a sharp inhale as his mouth trails down your neck and starts nipping at your collarbone. Your fingers rake through his short hair, encouraging him, when he suddenly stops at the junction between your shoulder and neck. With the way his shoulders move up and down, you know he’s trying to stifle a yawn.

You lightly scratch at his scalp, chuckling to yourself, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”

He sighs and sits back against the couch again and you follow him with your body, leaning lazily against him as you rest your arms on his shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed,” You murmur. “It’s been a long night.”

He hums but doesn’t make a move to do so. Instead, he continues to stare fondly at you, making you give him another imploring look.

“Was tonight too much?” He asks quietly.

"What do you mean?”

“Talking to Luan and his cronies didn’t make you want to up and run?”

“Of course not, Sean,” You say softly, sitting up to look at him properly.

“I’ve already made up my mind,” You continue, cupping his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He gives you a small smile and leans up to kiss you deeply. You melt into it yet again, relishing in the way his arms wrap around your body, before a little voice interrupts the moment, making you both lean apart in surprise.

“Mummy?”

You and Sean both turn your heads and find a pyjama-clad Violet at the bottom of the stairwell, biting her thumbnail nervously.

“What are you doing up, Vi?”

“I can’t sleep.”

You frown sympathetically, knowing she had most likely been waiting for the two of you to come home. You knew she wasn’t a fan of being left with a sitter, especially when it meant that you and Sean were out together  without her .

“Come here, love,” Sean tells her and she pads over, climbing onto the couch and snuggling in beside Sean. He removes one of his arms from your waist to wrap around her.

“Why couldn’t you sleep, hm?”

Violet absentmindedly reaches for the hem of your dress, her little fingers playing with the fabric as she shrugs sheepishly.

“I was waiting until you got home.”

You and Sean exchange a knowing look before he turns his full attention back to her and hugs her close.

“Well, we’re home now,” Sean says. “And your mum and I are exhausted. How about I read you a story before we all go to bed?”

Violet nods enthusiastically, “Okay.”

“Alright then,” You say as you stand up, the idea of sleep becoming more appealing by the minute. “Up you get.”

Sean lifts Violet up into his arms with ease and you follow behind as they lead the way up the stairs.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Violet asks, her imploring eyes darting between you and her father.

Before you could gently say otherwise, Sean is nodding his head, “Sure, but just for tonight.”

You roll your eyes at how quick Sean is to appease her but there’s a smile on your face nonetheless.

“Don’t complain when she kicks you in your sleep,” You comment, making Violet pout.

“I don’t kick!”

Your past experience would tell you otherwise but you don’t say anything more, just shaking your head as you enter your bedroom. While you head over to the dresser to put your jewellery away, Sean settles against the headboard, still dressed in his suit, with his arms around Violet who has settled on his lap.

“What was the party like?” Violet asks, looking between the both of you.

“It was very dull,” Sean replies, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Lots of boring old people like me.”

Violet giggles, “You’re not old.”

“Just boring,” You retort with a cheeky smile and Violet gasps mirthfully.

“Mummy!”

“Lots of pretty people, too,” Sean continues. “Like your mum.”

You narrow your eyes at him for retaliating with a compliment and he just grins back at you.

“Don’t you think she looks nice, Vi?”

Violet nods, wide-eyed and honest, “You’re very pretty, mummy.”

You come over to press a kiss on their respective cheeks. “Thank you, you two are very sweet.”

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 It’s not long before the three of you are settled in, Violet already fast asleep between the both of you. You observe as Sean watches her, pure adoration in his eyes. It was times like these that made you regret the fact that he’d missed the start of her life and all the milestones that came with it.

He lifts his gaze to meet yours. “It’s overwhelming how much I care about her.”

You smile, knowing just the feeling.

“I want to be good enough,” He murmurs quietly. “For her. For the both of you.”

“We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t, Sean.”

He gives you a grateful look but you know it’ll take more than a few words to fully convince him of that. You knew he worried he’d end up taking after his own father but you'd known him long enough, seen him interact with Violet enough, to know that it was unlikely.

“She loves you, you know.”

He hums, absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair off Violet’s forehead face before his gaze lifts back up to meet yours. You hadn’t said it to each other yet but at this point, you both knew. It was inherent in everything you did - including now, curled up in bed with your not-so-baby girl comfortably squished between you. You meant what you’d said to him downstairs. You loved him and you didn’t plan on leaving, not again.

Sean smiles like he could hear the exact thought in your head.

“What?” You whisper.

He finds your hand where it rests on Violet’s side and threads his fingers through yours, his gaze never wavering.

“I love you.”

You blink as you process his words, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You squeeze his hand in response.

“I love you too.”

 *

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and the chaotic sounds of Violet and Sean cooking something up in the kitchen downstairs. Snorting in amusement, you pad downstairs and find Sean carrying Violet in one arm while flipping pancakes with the other, the latter rattling off an endless list of foods she thought could be possible pancake toppings.

Your heart warms at the sight of them, Sean cheekily murmuring his own input and making Violet laugh out loud because it was sillier than all her suggestions put together.

All the dangers in the world would be worth it just for them, you think. The thought of threats looming around every corner didn’t rattle you as much anymore - not when Violet looked at Sean like he hung up the moon for her and not when Sean loved you both as fiercely as you loved them.

With your entire being overflowing with affection, you enter the kitchen ready to start your morning with your little girl and the man you loved with your entire heart.

Your family.

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Stupid Love

You and Sean who were best friends that turned into lovers when you were teenagers but then Sean joined the family business and you left, but now your back in town and you don’t know if it’s a good or bad decision yet. Characters – Sean x Reader Word Count – 2209. Like what I do? Buy me a coffee.

‘I remember when we were sixteen, both stupidly in love with each other, we snuck in here.” You said, pushing off the wall, Sean was watching your every move. ‘Do you?’ You asked him, looking over your shoulder, as you continued down the hall. ‘Yeah, you had just finished school.’ He said, following you now. ‘All your friends had a crush on me.’ He added proudly, you chuckled as you came to a stop. ‘No wonder, the big bad boy.’ You teased him, he came to a stop beside you his shoulders touching yours. You looked at him, both of your stared at each other before you looked away as you stepped forward, sliding your nail under under the peeling wallpaper. Pulling it back you watched as you revealed the permanent marker. ‘Almost twelve years and it’s still here.’ He said, you took a step back. ‘We were kids then.’ You added, he turned to you. ‘I still love you.’ Sean said, you looked at him before shaking your head. ‘Sean.’ ‘I’m serious Y/N, it’s the only think I know of just now.’ He admitted, reaching for your hand ribbing his thumb over the back before your phone rang. Dropping his hand you answered it, he watched your eyebrows furrow before you replied and hung up. ‘What’s the problem?’ He asked, you shook your head. ‘Nothing I can’t handle.’ You told him, playing with your phone. ‘Be safe Sean.’ You warned him placing your free hand on his arm, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You stepped back and sent him a smile before turning and walking away, saying goodbye to his mother as well.

Climbing out the car, you thanked the driver before paying him, shutting the door and watched him drive away. ‘Y/N?’ The voice asked, you used and smiled. ‘Lale, I’m sorry about your people.’ You told her, she gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded. ‘Meeting with Sean go well?’ You asked her, watching as she fought a smile and looked up to the window. ‘Pleasantly, I hope yours does as well.’ She sad, opening the door to her car. ‘All I’m saying is bye.’ You informed her, she looked confused before her driver cleared their throat. ‘It was once to see you.’ She commented. ‘You as well.’ You replied before you walked away, entering the abandoned hotel. Climbing the crumbling stairs you finally made it to the third floor, walk-ing the corridor you knocked on the door and seated before he could reply. He was pulling a shirt and smiling when he turned to you. ‘Y/N, what do I owe the pleasure?’ He asked cheerful. ‘Don’t think I can give you any more than you just received.’ You commented coldly, he looked at you shocked. ‘How?’ He asked, you scoffed. ‘You used to look at me that way, once we had sex but then it fell from your face.’ You explained, whilst you walked around the room over to the window and looked out, keeping a distance between the pair of you. ‘Y/N-‘ He started, you shook your head. ‘No, it’s fine wasn’t as if you told me you still loved me two days ago.’ You reminded him, as you turned to him. ‘Some of your actions have consequences.’ You said. ‘We aren’t talking about Lale now.’ He said you arched an eyebrow. ‘I need to leave this life, yo, behind.’ You told him. ‘What life you aren’t involved in it.’ He stated, you shook your head. ‘Every since I turned sixteen I was in this life and you know it.’ You pointed at him before sighing, ‘But we all hide secrets Sean.’ You mad eye contact with him. ‘Especially for things and people we love.’ You said, sighing as you reached into your pocket producing your phone, popping the case off. Sean watched as you pulled a picture out, looking at it your smiled before tilting your head slightly. You bent at the hips and placed the photo down on the edge of the bed. ‘Maybe one day you can meet this secret.’ You told him before walking past him and quickly leaving the room. You heard the footsteps following you, quickened your pace before a hand wrapped around your waist stopping you, backing you into the dusty wall. ‘What is this?’ He asked holding the picture up, you glanced at it but stayed quiet. ‘Tell me.’ He almost growled. ‘What do yo think Sean?’ You answered. ‘When?’ He asked, you stared at him. ‘The internship.’ He said, your eyes flickered away. ‘Why?’ He whispered, letting go of you and looking at the photo. ‘You were just starting, I couldn’t stop or get in the way of your dreams.” You told him truthfully. ‘Why are you tell me now?’ He asked, you shook your head. ‘So you have something to fight for when you going through hell.’ You told him. ‘Y/N?’ ‘Sean, I need to go, fix all this out and you can be her dead.’ You told him before walking away before stopping and turning back to him. ‘Promise me Sean, promise.’ You said, he looked at the picture then back to you. ‘I promise.’

‘Where is she?’ You asked, Sean tuned to your disheveled appearance.‘Who?’ He questioned, you stopped in front of him. ‘Harper, my daughter. Your fucking daughter.’ You jabbed his chest, he grabbed your hand. ‘What are you talking about?’ Sean asked, you sneered at him, yanking your hand away. ‘I told you about her and not a month later she goes missing.’ You informed him, wrapping your arms around yourself. ‘She’s missing?’ He said, he looked over you before noticing the bruises scattered across your face. ‘What happened?’ He asked stepped forward and carefully cupping your chin making you look at him. ‘I’ve been looking for Harper.’ You told him, is thumb gently running over your cheek. ‘Are you close?’ ‘I’ve been close but they chance locations almost every day.’ You said.

‘Sean.’ You said, he turned to you. ‘No, I made you a promise that you wouldn’t be involved.’ Sean said, you looked to Eliot who was trying his best not to listen, before looking back at Sean ‘They took our daughter, I’m involved wether you like it or not.’ You stated, he looked at you before nodding. ‘What are you going to do?’ He asked, you titled your head to the side before you started trolling up your sleeves. ‘I don’t know, just don’t leave me a gun to anything that will kill him.’ You said, Sean nodded and entered the room before appearing a minute later, carrying the items. ‘He’s all yours.’ He said, you nodded before removing your shoes, kicking them to the side. You pushed the door open before you walked down the steps, the hallway and sealed doors were covered in plastic before you stood in the open on. Looking at the man who was tied up by his arms you smirked before you stepped on causing him to lift his head. ‘You took my daughter.’ You stated, he smiled before he noticed you run your finger over the tools that had been left behind. ‘I want to know where she is.’ You told him, he scoffed. ‘I’m not going to tell you.’ He replied, you raised an eyebrow. ‘Fine, but I’m sure your boss would love to have your carved up lifeless body delivered onto their doorstep.’ You told him as you picked up the dull scalpel. Ten minutes later you looked at his bloody body, who was breathing shallow before you placed the tool down and sighed. Turning you left the room and marched away, meeting Sean and Eliot at the opened door. They looked at you shocked before you lifted your head, telling them the address. ‘My men will get her, you need to tidy yourself up.’ Sean said, you looked down and noticed the blood that had stained your clothes and feet. ‘I promise she’ll come back safe.’ He said, you looked at him before nodding and slowly made your way to the bathroom.

‘Mummy.’ Harper called out, you quickly hurried over to her. Sean following behind her watching as you dropped to your knees, cupping her face checking to see if she was okay. ‘Oh baby, I’m sorry.’ You told her, placing a kiss on her forehead, pulling her into a hug slicking down. ‘I’m okay mummy.’ She said, you let out a breath. ‘I know you are but mummy just missed you that’s all.’ You told her, she bent forward and rested her head against yours. ‘Who’s the man?’ Harper asked, suddenly you remembered about Sean, who was standing watching you both. ‘Do you remember the story I always told you before bedtime?’ You quizzed her, she nodded. ‘Yeah, you met your Prince Charming and he’s my daddy.’ She said, you chuckled lightly and nodded. ‘Yeah,’ you brushed some of her hair out her face, ‘He is my Prince Charming.’ You told her, Harper looked at you before looking at Sean. ‘Come on let’s get you cleaned up and then we can read a book.’ You told her, she let out a small sigh as you glanced at Sean again who nodded, before you picked her up and followed him up the stairs. You entered the bathroom that he had opened a door to before you kept Harper close as you switched the water on and let it fall into the large tub. ‘I’ll give you some alone time.’ He said, you nodded and he turned away. ‘Sean?’ You called out, he quickly turned back to you. ‘Thank you.’ You stated, he nodded before drawing the door over behind him, you stuck your hands under the shower. ‘You ready baby?’ You asked her, she nodded tiredly into your neck before you set her on the ground. ‘Have a warm shower then something to eat and then we can sleep.’ You talked to her as you helped remove her clothes. ‘I’m not hungry.’ She said, you nodded. ‘That’s fine, I’ll just read you a story.’ You said.

‘You should get some sleep.’ Sean spoke from the doorway, he had checked in on the pair of you five minutes before making sure you had everything for Harper to be settled. ‘I can’t.’ You admitted, he walked into the bedroom, you moved over allowing him to sit next to you. ‘Every time I close my eyes she isn’t here.’ You told him, he reached over and took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘I’ll watch her, I’ll watch you.’ He said, turning your head you made eye contact with him. ‘You will?’ You asked, he nodded before leaning forward pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘I’ll even let you use me as a pillow.’ He commented, you chuckled before leaning into him, falling into the old ways easily. ‘It was my father wasn’t it?’ Sean asked suddenly, you lifted your head but kept running your hand over Harpers head.You didn’t respond to him so he had his answer. ‘Why did you listen to him?’ He asked. ‘Come on Sean, you know if he didn’t want me near you I wouldn’t have been.’ You replied. ‘He wouldn’t harm you.’ He said, you raised an eyebrow. ‘Not physically but look how he kept you way from your daughter.’ You said, gesturing to Harper who was still sleeping soundly. ‘I’m not letting you go again.’ He admitted, you made eye contact with him. ‘Sean.’ You said. ‘No, he’s dead I can piss of his ghost all I want but I am not leaving the two of you again.’ He said adamantly, resting a hand on your back .

Waking up you stretched opening your eyes before looking to the bed that was missing Harper. you sat p quickly, before pushing yourself up. ‘Harper?’ You called out, looks around the room your heartbeat quickening. Turning on your heels you made your way down the stairs. ‘Have you –‘ the sentence died in your throat when you saw Sean hand her a plate of golden pancakes. ‘She was hungry.’ He said, harper turned to you and smiled widely. ‘Sean’s making me pancakes.’ She said, you let out a deep breath, rubbing your hands over your face. ‘Pancakes, I haven’t had Sean’s pancakes in years.’ You said, making your way over. ‘Why?’ She asked, you froze as you pulled out your seat. ‘I had to go away for work and this is the first time I’ve saw Sean for a long time.’ You explained, sen placed a plate in front of you. ‘Did you miss him?’ She asked you, you nodded picking the fork and knife up. ‘Yes.’ You replied. ‘Why didn’t you come back?’ She asked, you lowered your head. ‘I wanted to but I promised someone I wouldn’t come back.’ You said. ‘So I wouldn’t of saw daddy?’ She asked, you glanced at Sean who was trying to hide a smile. ‘No you would’ve, you would’ve been older but I wouldn’t of stepped the pair of your meeting.’ You said, she was chewing on the pancakes. ‘Eat your pancakes up.’ Sean told you, you looked at him before giving a mock salute which caused Harper to chuckle beside you.

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Sean x Soft Reader / How You Met

Totally self indulgent i am basically writing this for me at this point haha but i hope someone else finds and enjoys this too x

Kinda like an extra to my soft reader HCs <3

Feel like this should go without saying but since both characters in this are children the whole thing is SFW and like, any "romance" is teenage, realistic to teenage experience (nothing covered here that didn't go on in my own school basically)

Warnings:unwanted flirting from older boys, upskirting (teenage boys bullying reader) swearing and stuff. Also reader has first kiss etc

🐻You and Sean were at the same boarding school, but with years between you and most of school life divided by gender, you might never have known one another if it hadn't been for one fateful detention...

🌸You were a shy, well behaved thirteen year old, you'd been attending that same school since you were very young and the childhood trauma of being shipped off to a generally loveless and hostile school environment by your parents had made you all the quieter, all the softer. You were a timid but sweet girl... The polar opposite of Sean Wallace.

☁️Sean was 15 when he met you. Still very much a child in the eyes of his teachers, but aged beyond his years by the horrors of his family life. He didn't take school very seriously at all, he was cheeky, had that teenage boy charm which he could switch on at the drop of a hat... It helped him get away with all kinds of trouble...

🐇 Though you'd never crossed paths, you obviously knew who Sean Wallace was. Knew he had a bit of a trouble makers reputation but that Seans academic sinning paled in comparison to the sins of his violent criminal family.... You were intimidated by him for sure, even perhaps feared him a little...

🦢And rightfully so, you'd heard some pretty horrifying stories about dark deeds he had done or would do, or things which had been done by someone else in his family... All of it of course unconfirmed, but because nothing was ever fact the stories tended to be exagerated and twisted... Depending on who you asked, Sean Wallace was either a murderer or simply a spoiled "New Money" rich boy.

🌸You in fact tended to hear more of the wilder stories because although you came from a similar "new money" background to sean, you were pretty and naive so the established old money boys did pay you some attention... And telling the younger girls scary stories about Sean Wallace was just another way of trying to flirt with you... A way to try and get you to shiver closer to them. A way for them to say things like "don't worry I'll protect you from the big bad gangster..."

🍒 So you knew who Sean was and you were scared of him...

🪽You on the other hand... Sean had never noticed you around school until that fateful detention, but that wasnt surprising because you were one of the most shy, timid girls in the whole school.

���He was on the same rugby team as some of your friends boyfriends, but when Sean was on the pitch he was too busy with the game to notice the pretty girl who sometimes came to watch with her friends... This would be yet another thing he would regret when he realised how many opportunities he might have had to get to know you sooner...

🐻 When you walked into that classroom for detention he was sure he'd never seen you before... His eyes lit up when you walked in, he was a little bit stunned by the sight of you actually... certain you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen with your long hair cascading down your back and your school cardigan a little oversized, your fingers just poking out of the sleeves. Your pleated skirt actually regulation length instead of rolled up, that amused him... He could tell straight away that this was probably your first detention.

🍒He had been feeling a little sour about this particular detention, since it was the other lad who had started it, had called him a "jumped up p**ey" and shoved him in the hallway. Once you'd walked in however he didn't much care that he was stuck in detention for an hour, in fact the only dissapointment was that you would be sitting so far away and not next to him...

☁️When you realised he was looking at you you couldn't hide the blush which blossomed across your cheeks, you knew who he was straight away and you couldn't believe he was looking at you the way that he was... As if you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

🐇Because you might have been pretty scared of him but he was definitely one of the fittest lads you'd ever seen and he wasn't hiding his attraction to you... even you who was so shy and also a little naive could recognise the flirtasiousness of his cheeky smile when he grinned at you from his seat.

🌸You felt like you were going to die when he shifted his whole body in his seat, twisting round to watch you as you walked past, grinning at you like a naughty school boy when you sat down two rows back.

🐁 You were so flustered, heart racing, cheeks tinged deep red blushing. You felt like you couldn't breathe with him watching you like that. At first you couldn't look away, your wide doe eyes locked with his, your long lashes fluttering as you blinked, you didn't know what to do with yourself, so embarassed to have just completely frozen. But Sean loved it, he definitely got a kick out of the power he had over you... Some things never change.

🌸 Even when the teacher scolded him from the front of the room Sean didn't turn away. "Don't you have something you should be concentrating on Wallace?" "Yeah..." he replied somewhat vacantly paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever... Shooting you a wink which makes your eyes go wide.

🦢 You finally managed to tear your gaze away then, the cheeky move shocking you into action because you felt an explosion of butterflies in your tummy and panicked. You immediately scrambled to get your missed homework out, if nothing else so that you could look at something else instead of him.

🦔But lets face it, you couldn't concentrate on your history essay when you could feel Sean's admiring gaze still on you. You chewed on your pen trying to distract yourself, your soft hair falling across you face. Sean had never had a tender thought before in his life but as he watched you trying to ignore him, he had the urge to reach out and correct your loose locks, tuck them back behind your ear.

🌸 And god when you looked up quickly, a shy furtive glance just to check if it was safe, if he'd turned back around yet, your doe eyes flickered back up to his so timidly tugged on his heart strings. It made him want to take your chin in his hands and make you look up at him.

🐇You actually started to feel paranoid that there was something wrong with you or that Sean was teasing you on purpose as part of some cruel joke. You started to get really anxious about it towards the end of detention and when finally the hour was up you gathered your things quickly with the intention of running straight to the bathroom to check your appearence for anything embarassing...

🐻 But as you passed him Sean reached out and caught your hand, "y/n?" he wasn't entirely sure that was your name and internally he was cringing thinking he'd got it wrong... he'd spent half of detention desperately trying to remember your name or somewhere he might have known you from...

🪽You stopped dead at the sound of his voice, looking down at your hand caught in his, eyes blinking shocked.

🦢 "Hi?" you looked so uncertain, sounded so painfully shy that he almost felt guilty for having disturbed your day, not guilty enough however not to keep teasing you... "Now what could a girl like you possibly have done to wind up in detention with the likes of me?" when he spoke your gaze was drawn to the split in his lip, it was fairly fresh and there was a little bit of a bruise there. It looked sore and when he smiled it opened a little and your brow furrowed with concern...

☁️" Forgot my homework..." you said feeling embarassed to admit such a good girl crime to someone like Sean who was clearly in for something much worse. Still, you were barely paying attention to yourself now that you were looking at Seans cut lip. You couldn't take your eyes off his mouth and he wasn't unaware of that fact.

🌸 "And I thought you were one of the good girls... Oh well, I suppose we all get corrupted in the end..." he flashed you a teasing smile as he stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets because he didnt have anything he needed to gather.

🦢You didn't actually need to ask why Sean was in detention, the fight was pretty major gossip that afternoon, fights always spread round schools quickly, but fights involving London gangsters, well they spread like wildfire so you'd already heard everything to tell... You knew that Sean had won and that the other guy had, in your opinion, deserved it.

🍒So instead of asking why he's in detention you asked what was really on your mind, your timid question pleasantly surprising him...

🐻 "Is your lip sore?" you asked, you wanted to reach out and touch it but you hadn't forgotten who you were talking to. In fact just asking the question made you squirm with embarrassment... Especially when Sean grinned again, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Can't feel a thing darlin, don't worry about me..."

🌿And just when you thoight that this extremely unexpected encounter might have reached its natural conclusion Sean draped his arm around you lazily and steered you towards the door. "So, now that you're officially one of the bad girls y/n, would you like to join me for dinner?"

🐇 You looked up at him like a little lost lamb and it was so sweet he couldn't hide his amusement, the way you didn't quite seem to understand that he was suggesting you leave the school grounds with him and head out into the city.

🌸"Obviously theres no point going down to dinner now is there, we'll be picking at everyone's leftovers..." "I'm only in year 9..." you said softly reminding him that you weren't old enough to go out without an adult. Of course Sean wasn't phased by that.

🐻"Rules don't count if you don't get caught..." he pitched it like it was a question, like he was asking if you could come round to his way of thinking... And it turns out that for Sean you can do almost anything.

🦢 So you let him sneak you out of school, and you remained tucked under his arm for the rest of the evening. You were nervous at first, a little scared that you'd get caught sneaking out but it turned out Sean knew all the shortcuts and quiet, less frequented corners of your school grounds. He snook you out past the vicarage at the far end of the grounds and from there it was only a couple country lanes to the train station where the two of you got a short train into central London...

🐇And just that short amount of time in his company built your confidence, your faith in him... He seemed so confident in his own ability to have everything turn out right and thats contagious. He'd been able to tell that you were nervous and had spent the whole walk trying to make you giggle, just being silly or telling you "secrets" about different teachers...

🌸 The two of you ended up in a Mcdonalds because it was already late when you got into town, you had been trying to act "cool" and "grown up" until you saw the little toys which came in the happy meals...This was back when Mcdonalds was still fun, when the seats were all red and yellow and the Hamburgler was still at large... Hardly the most sophisticated or grown up place to have dinner and yet you were still anxious not to seem too childish in front of Sean...

🦢Because you'd been teased about being childish and too soft before. Not just by kids at school but by your parents who commented every summer that they'd have expected boarding school to have toughened you up... Teachers always told you you needed to get your head out the clouds, you knew other girls laughed at you sometimes behind your back because you spent your evenings doing homework and plaiting your Even when you saw the little furbies you tried to pretend you hadn't because you did not want this much cooler, older lad to think you were a stupid little girl...

🍒 But it was too late for hiding anything because Sean had seen the way your gaze lingered on the sign advetising the happy meal toys and he had read your mind... The thing about you, especially back then, was that you couldn't hide your feelings whatsoever, everything you felt could be read on your face.

🌸"What do you want in your happy meal then darlin?" when you looked at him with these shocked, almost horrified eyes he couldn't help his laughing, just shrugged his shoulders and started with that teasing smile, "What?" he grinned, "you mean you don't want one of them little shelby things you've been starring at?" when you remained silent he chuckled, squeezed you a little closer into his side... Treating you like the two of you were old friends and not practically strangers, his familiarity simultaneously putting you at ease and confusing you, because he was showing you a closeness you hadn't been shown in a while.

🐻 "Go on then princess, you've convinced me," he teased, ordering two happy meals and laughing about it, actually getting a bit excited about how "I've not had one of these in years!" "I always get these..." you admitted shyly, that increasingly familiar blush blossomed across your cheeks.

🐇He gave you his Furby toy too so that yours would have a friend, obviously he couldn't very well keep the toy for himself and risk lads at school seeing it, but the fact he gave it to you in a way that humoured you childish love of the toys was sweet in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you... He wasn't exactly living up to his hardened reputation.

🪽He spent most of the time you were eating just trying to make you laugh, playing the clown to draw endless giggles from you, trying to show you you didn't need to be scared of him... He dares you to dip your chips in your milkshake, uses fries like vampire fangs, gets you to toss him pieces of chicken nugget for him to catch in his mouth. All of it just to keep you giggling and smiling because he was already completely addicted to your melodic little giggle.

🍒He was also playing the fool to try and get you to come out of your shell a little, trying to get you to loosen up and break a couple of rules, when you got shy about chucking your chicken nuggets for him he was so lighthearted, "we're in a maccies darlin, no ones gonna put you in detention here..." his mischievous smile rubbed off on you and made you want to act out for him...

🌸 You could tell it was getting late from how dark it was getting outside but even though you were worried about getting caught or getting into trouble, you really didn't want to leave because you were having way too much fun... Sean was nothing like the big scary gangster people had warned you about and by the time you'd shared a mcflurry together and he'd convinced you to let him try and chuck the smarties off the top of it into your mouth, you actually found yourself longing to return to your place tucked beneath his arm...

🐻 On the way home he offered you his hoodie, helping you into it himself when you tried to refuse, teasing you about how tiny you looked in it... Thats something he still does now whenever you borrow one of his jackets or jumpers.

🐇 It was the first time a boy had ever given you his jumper and you felt so giddy and teenage swoony, felt so proud to be walking beside him, his arm draped around your shoulder whilst you wore his sweater. On the train home he could tell that you were tired, you kept trying to hide your yawns and you looked so sleepy, but he could also tell you were too shy to rest your head on his shoulder or get comfy so he gave you a little squeeze into his side, "y'can come a little closer princess, I don't bite.." of course he felt very pleased with himself when you blushed but shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

🪽He half expected to have to carry you home the way the train journey seemed to lull you, but when he offered you a piggy back from the station you looked absolutely mortified... "S'only fair darlin, I'm the one who's worn you out, kept you up past your bedtime haven't I?" so often back then you didn't know what to say when he started teasing you like that, you'd just blush and stutter, he couldn't get enough of it to be honest, thought you were incredibly cute.

🌸Instead he walked you back to school tucked beneath his arm - and whilst he was walking he decided he needed to do his best to keep you there tucked in his embrace for as long as possible - and then once you got back to school he walked you towards your dorm, saying good night to you in a dark corner not far from the entrance to your dorm.

🐇 You didn't really want to have to say goodnight and neither did he, but you looked so tired and when you tried to hide yet another yawn in the sleeve of his hoodie he knew he had to let you go to bed. So he kissed you on the cheek and instructed you to look after his Shelby for him, "don't feed him after midnight yeah?" "promise" you gave him such a sweet smile that he couldn't help himself, had lent in and placed a kiss on your cheek before he'd even really thought about what he was doing...

🍒 And of course when you felt his lips on your cheek butterflies errupted in your tummy, your breath catching in your throat... You'd known he was flirting with you all evening but you hadnt been expecting him to kiss you, even if it was just on the cheek. And what he said afterwards floored you.

🐻 "Next time we'll go somewhere proper fancy, we'll go on a real date yeah princess? Promise..."

☁️ You hadn't actually been certain that you'd been on a date, or that Sean hadn't just been teasing and flirting for the fun of it all night... A lot of the lads at your school were like that see, would flirt and tease and try to get you into bed or something just to impress their mates, but never actually with the intention of dating you... And there Sean was, standing in the hallway promising you a second date... A fancy one too...

🦢 He gave you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to bed, "go on then good girl..." he said with a teasing grin, "don't let me be a bad influence..."

🐻 It didn't take long for the two of you to become a real couple, and it didn't take long for the rumours to start flying around school. People were shocked to see that a girl as sweet and shy as you could have ended up with someone like Sean...

🦢 Those old money boys who had always tried to take advantage of your innocence didn't like the fact that you were with a lad like Sean, they were entitled in every way and thought they should get first dibs on all the girls... So they didn't take too well to one of "their" girls getting stolen away..

🪽That meant they would still tease you, still try to flirt with you, mostly to get under Sean's skin... But it only pushed you and Sean closer together, because he was your valiant protector, always ready to swoop in and save you from their teasing, always ready to assert that you were his girl.

🐇He's very possessive and always was, he'd always have an arm around your shoulder or have given you his jumper or blazer to wear, was always holding your hand etc... He'd meet you after your classes to walk you to the next, usually teasing you trying to talk you into bunking off with him. Always joking that he was going to corrupt you eventually.

🌰 He loved teasing you for the same reason, the reason being that he was the only one who could because you were his, and because you knew he was only teasing you affectionately... Also he loved to make you blush in front of others, or have you get all shy and shrink into his side to hide away from everyone, burying your face in his shoulder as you squeaked some shy little reply...

🌸 Your first kiss happened outside in the gardens one night after a school dance, you'd wanted to go outside for some fresh air, and also because you found school dances a little bit overwhelming (so many people so much noise, so much to be self concious about) so Sean had tucked you under his arm again and you'd gone for a walk through the school grounds, straying a little further from the school building than you were really allowed, to a bench you could both sit on and gaze up at the stars... You'd been having a semi deep conversation about how much you liked to be alone in the quiet of the night because it felt peaceful and safe, and his fingers had found yours... And the next thing you'd known you'd been gazing into one anothers eyes, and then youd lent in. It had been shy on your part but oh so tender.

☁️His hand had come up to cup your face and his fingers grazed over your cheek, hos thumb stroking your soft skin so gently. He hadn't exactly gotten shy but had for a moment been completely humbled, blushing a little to admit "wanted to do that since I first saw you..." "really?" he grinned at you in disbelief when you asked that, he couldn't quite believe that you needed to ask that... "Obviously darlin, have you seen yourself?"

🌹When he asked you to be his girlfriend he brought you a heart shaped locket for you to wear and placed it around your neck for you, stroking your hair from your neck and doing the clasp up for you. Kissing the back of your neck gently.

🐻 Boarding school could be a truly brutal environment, a survival of the fittest kind of hell for those who weren't "strong" enough to hold their own... Having been their since childhood with parents who rarely called or wrote, you had learnt that the only way for a girl as shy and soft as you to survive would be to hide and try to blend into the background... Your time at school was what made you as timid as you were and it didn't take Sean long to realise...

🌸 It troubled him a little to know that his sweetheart was so anxious all the time and he was determined to be your defender at all costs, but also to try and build your confidence a lot... He would absolutely dote on you, getting you little gifts, getting you to sneak out with him on more dates... Always so much softer with you than he was with anyone else.

🌹Sometimes you would notice the way his whole demenour would shift when he went from saying something to one of his friends, to looking at you and talking to you instead. His tone would soften, his eyes would fill with affection... You could never do wrong in his eyes and he always looked at you like the sun shone out of you.

🐻He had his arrogance from knowing that he was a Wallace and that even old money posh boys knew not to mess with him for that reason... So he would always try to remind you of that, "you're my girl princess, no ones gonna mess with you anymore... Don't need to worry about anything yeah, got me to look after you now..."

🪽 And he proved that time and time again getting himsekf into minor arguments and altercations with lads who wouldn't leave you alone... If a lad wolf whistled at you or said something crass to you Sean was always quick to remind them who they were messing with...

🐻The worst was a time when one of the lads had a new polaroid and they snook it under your skirt during a firedrill. You'd heard the shutter go and the two lads start laughing and celebrating, them holding the polaroid high above their heads whilst they waited for it to develop... Sean had been on his way to you when the comotion had started and when he saw you looking mortified with tears in your eyes he'd known something bad had happened...

🌸When he found out exactly what however he had really lost his temper, grabbing the lad by his shirt collar, not hesitating to throw a punch. "You don't even fuckin look at my girl again cunt," "ooo what you gonna do, tell your dad on me..." "Ain't my dad you need to worrry about prick, I'll kill you myself..."

🪽 Back then you didnt know quite how serious a threat that was coming from Sean, he'd always done his best to hide his family's dark secrets from you... Didn't tell you much about his home life ever because he didn't want to scare you away, and because he also wasn't allowed... Over the years however you obviously came to understand more about Sean and would often look back on that moment and wonder whether he really would have killed that lad for you... You know the answer is yes.

🐇He retireved the offending polaroid and burnt it, threatening the rest of the lads too... Then he was throwing his arm around you and walking you away, kissing your head and apologising to you for losing his temper. "Shouldn't have done that in front of you darlin I'm sorry..." but you shocked him when you smiled and shrugged your shoulders, "I'm glad you did it, he deserved it."

🐻 Your school could be a pretty lonely place and the two of you became one anothers biggest comforts. Your softness was good for Sean, gave him someone to be gentle with when he had no one, reminded him how it felt to have someone who cared about him too.

🍒 Your time at boarding school together definitely played a huge role in building your unbreakable bond. You were there for him when his family were not and he was there for you when yours all but abandoned you...

☁️ Often when you couldn't sleep you'd both go for early early morning or late night walks around the garden or the school, curling up together in a library armchair where he would read to you from your favourite books, you got through a lot of the classics this way... Sometimes he'd tease you and make you read to him, he loved hearing your sleepy voice in his ear as you drifted off on his shoulder...

🦔sneaking out past the vicarage. Not only did Sean know a lot of quiet hiding places, unused classrooms and storage rooms etc, but he also had a lot of staff such as the groundskeepers and cooks in his pocket and so the two of you always found a way to get away with breaking curfew without getting caught.

🐻You still wear the locket he gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend and you still own those shelbies that you got in McDonalds on your first date... And Sean is still so grateful that on that one fateful Tuesday morning you forgot your History homework and wound up two seats back from him in detention...

[wonderlanddreamer]

[Sean Wallace × Reader]

Summary: You thought it was business as usual, another chance to push his buttons. But when Sean Wallace has you cuffed to a chair with no questions and no way out, it becomes clear that your meeting isn't about intel - it's about control.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+). Power play. Restraint. Light choking. Dubcon (?).

You didn’t expect to be cuffed to a chair, locked in a private room with him - not like this.

It was supposed to be a business rendezvous. A simple threat, a straightforward trade, perhaps a stern warning. You had navigated these treacherous waters before, always tiptoeing the fine line between cooperation and defiance. Sean Wallace was a formidable figure, but his looming presence didn’t intimidate you as much as it did others. Perhaps that’s precisely why you were there.

Because this wasn’t a negotiation, at least not in the conventional sense.

The oppressive silence in the room felt almost palpable. It was unnervingly intimate. No guards stood at attention. No files lay scattered on the table. It was just you, the unforgiving coldness of the metal cuffs, and Sean’s penetrating stare.

You braced yourself for threats to rain down, maybe even for his temper to unleash into violence. Yet Sean Wallace simply sat there as if he had all the time in the world.

He was silent. Observing.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of your defenses as if he already knew every secret lurking within you, and he wasn’t pressed for time to unearth them.

“Are you going to ask your questions, or are we just playing the world’s most boring staring contest?” you snapped, the frustration tingeing your voice as your wrists strained against the restrictive metal cuffs fastened to the chair's legs.

Sean’s eyes travelled deliberately down the length of your body. It wasn’t an invasive leer; it was an analytical scan, a detached evaluation.

“I already know you’re not going to talk,” he finally spoke, his voice a smooth, measured current of sound. “That’s not what this is about.”

You narrowed your eyes, a flicker of curiosity mingling with your wariness. “Then what is it about?”

He rose from his seat, moving toward you with a languid grace that sent your pulse into overdrive. One hand ghosted across the back of your chair. The other hand suddenly gripped your jaw with an unwavering authority, firm and uncompromising, compelling you to meet his unwavering gaze.

“You’re going to give me what I want,” he murmured, his tone rich with quiet confidence, “without me laying a single finger where you want it.”

Despite the tension, you let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You’re really leaning into the megalomania today, huh?”

The challenge simmered in your words, the atmosphere charged with a volatile mixture of defiance and intrigue.

Sean leaned down, his breath, almost a whisper, ghosting across your ear. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?” The words were laced with an audacious confidence, an unshakable certainty that sent an involuntary shiver racing down your spine.

Your body tensed instinctively.

“Fuck you,” you snapped, the words a resistant exhalation.

“You’d like that,” he replied smoothly, as if acknowledging your retort was a casual observation rather than a pointed comeback.

His hand slid around your throat, the touch neither aggressive nor tender, just a possessive claim that demanded submission.

“You talk like you’re in control,” he continued, the pad of his thumb skimming over your jaw with a teasing familiarity. “But I bet if I slid my hand between your legs right now, I’d find out just how badly you want to be ruined.”

You clenched your jaw, your teeth sinking into your lower lip with enough force to draw blood, a futile effort to suppress any betraying whimper. The metallic taste rubbed against your lips, yet his perception was keen, he saw the flash of vulnerability hidden beneath your facade.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he murmured with a conviction that belied the threat implicit in his words. “But I will break you, sweetheart. In the nicest way possible.” The promise hung between you, potent and undeniable.

His mouth hovered tantalisingly above yours, a hair’s breadth away from sealing the impending conflict. “You’ll come for me without a single touch.”

Drawing a deep breath, you smiled, though tension laced every muscle in your body. “You’re going to have to do better than creepy whispering.”

Sean straightened, retreating with an assured composure that betrayed not a hint of impatience. He deliberately pulled a chair across from you, settled into it with an infuriating leisure, and locked eyes with yours, as if time itself was an expendable resource for him.

And then he started talking.

“I’ll start with your mouth,” he said, his voice a paradoxical blend of gravel and silk that resonated deep in your core. “That pretty little mouth - always moving, always defying. I’d make you beg with it first. Not with words, of course. Whimpers, moans. Those involuntary noises that make you despise how good it feels despite everything.”

He leaned back slightly, his posture opening up as his legs spread, hands resting casually on his thighs as if this was all a perfectly natural exchange.

“Then I’ll pin you to the wall,” he continued, his tone calculating yet teasing. “One hand in your hair, the other between your legs. And I’d command you not to move. But you wouldn’t listen, would you? You’d be too lost, too desperate, grinding down, trying to find what my fingers deny you. And just as you got close, I’d stop, pulling back again and again. Until you begged.”

Your breath caught, a hitch betraying the steady resolve you struggled to maintain.

“I’ll make you look at me the whole time,” he said, the directive carrying an authority that made defiance seem impossible. “Eyes on mine, cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and desire. Because I want to watch you unravel. Slowly. On the edge, not knowing if it’s heaven or punishment, only knowing it’s mine.”

A tremor coursed through you, and you writhed involuntarily.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, a reflex beyond conscious control, betraying the thin veneer of composure you fought to uphold.

And that’s when he smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips that seemed to pierce through every defence.

“Oh, you felt that,” he observed, his voice low and intimate. “You’re trying not to squirm. Trying to keep that attitude.” His eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that hinted at victory, as if this exchange was part of a larger, more intricate game only he fully understood.

He rose smoothly, his movements effortless. Stepping behind you, Sean let his hand drift down your arm, the touch achingly insufficient, not reaching the places where you craved him most. It teased at the edge of your desperation, leaving a trail of want in its wake.

“I could leave you like this,” he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing lightly against your skin like a whisper of promises unfulfilled. “Frustrated, dripping, completely untouched.”

Your breath hitched, caught in your throat, as if the air itself was complicit in your dilemma.

“But I won’t.”

His words hung in the air, a lingering possibility as he returned to face you, his eyes piercing and intense. “You’re going to ask me to touch you,” he declared with the confidence of a man who knew he was on the brink of victory.

You shook your head, but the gesture was weak, almost feeble, a denial more rooted in pride than conviction. The pulse between your legs was insistent now, as loud as your own heartbeat.

“I don’t beg,” you whispered, the sound barely escaping your lips, as fragile as the resolve you clung to.

Sean crouched down before you, his presence a compelling gravity. His hands settled on your knees, slowly and deliberately coaxing them apart, exposing vulnerability with an ease that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“You will for me.”

He lowered his mouth to the inside of your knee, placing a kiss as light as air. Then another, higher, the heat of his breath lingering as he moved. His lips traveled upwards in a slow, hot expedition, each kiss an electric spark against sensitive skin, drawing tremors from deep within you. And then he stopped, painfully close to where you ached for him, hovering on the precipice of fulfillment.

Your entire being strained toward him, a magnet drawn inexorably to its counterpart.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours with a demand as clear as spoken words. “Say it.”

“Sean—”

“Say it, or I walk out.”

“Touch me,” you hissed, the words escaping before you could temper them with restraint.

He shook his head, disappointment a mere mirage behind a smirk that promised more. “No.”

You blinked, confusion and frustration warring within you.

“You can do better than that.”

“Please.”

His smirk broadened, satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, the thrill of a predator savouring its conquest.

Sean leaned in, his movements deliberate, and at long last, his mouth found the place where need and torment met. He delivered one slow, devastating lick that sent a jolt through your entire being. His tongue moved with purpose, firm and sinful, exploring every inch of your desire.

He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through you, as if the taste of you stirred something untamed within him as well. His hands gripped your thighs with a possessiveness that kept you open, kept you pinned against the promise of more.

His tongue was relentless—flicking, circling, teasing, and then sucking on your clit until your cries ricocheted off the walls, painting the silence with your ecstasy. He didn’t relent as your body started shaking, didn’t pause when his name left your lips like a fervent prayer. He wanted you undone, wanted you messy.

Your orgasm struck with the force of a tidal wave, sudden and relentless. You cried out, your body bucking against his mouth, but he held you anchored to the storm, guiding you through each trembling climax.

As he pulled back, his mouth bore the evidence of your surrender. His eyes, darker and more intense than you’d ever seen, locked with yours.

“You came for me," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, a final acknowledgment of your defeat, "just like I said you would.”

With a deft movement, he unlocked the cuffs, setting you free.

Yet you didn’t run.

Instead, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, your voice a sultry challenge. “Shut up and fuck me properly.”

His eyes flared, a fiery promise igniting within them.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, lifting you effortlessly, as though you were weightless. “I was counting on that.”

With purpose and possession, he carried you to a table you hadn’t even noticed, laying you down gently as if you were something treasured before claiming you with the fierce urgency of something irrevocably his.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Friendly Encouragement

A/N @darklydeliciousdesires thank you for introducing me to this man. So writing this took like six turns, and it's now become a multi-part childhood best friends-to-lover anthology; this is part one. My confidence is still pretty trash, especially because this is a new fandom/character so I'm not all that happy with this even with the seven rewrites.

Contains: Fluff, supportive Sean, childhood best friends to lover, mild smut.

1.7 K words

After getting some help from Sean, there ends up being some revelations.

The daylight was well and truly gone, and Sean had been pouring over your rejected grant proposal for hours, trying to figure out why it hadn't made the cut.

He lifted his head off his hand, looked away from the paper and shook himself awake before throwing the folder onto the ground and turning to you with his jaw clenched. "I don't get it, love, it's flawless."

You shrugged. "It's also apparently too client focused. Too much about helping people and not enough about the bottom line."

He rolled his eyes, clearly ready to rant about what the heads of charities really got up to, before he stopped himself. "You're going to go back in there tomorrow and demand he reconsider."

You looked at him for a moment, hoping you'd heard him right. "Yeah, that's not going to happen, I don't even know where to start. I'd go to the CEO, but she's travelling, and he'll get ahead of it before I even try."

He was off the couch like a rocket, marching over to you with a determined look set on his face. "Then we'll practice."

He wrapped his strong hand around your upper arm and dragged you to his home office, letting you go a few feet from his desk before sitting down. "Pretend I'm this finance arsehole, we'll work through it together."

You wanted to protest, to tell him he was being silly, but the look on his face told you that you wouldn't be leaving the room until you did what he asked.

You sighed and threw your hands up. "Fine, but I don't see how this is going to help. I am capable of getting things done, it's just him."

He almost looked offended. "I know that, I've known that since you called Mr Bollen a pompous baboon in the fourth grade."

He paused and smiled softly, that disarming smile you had seen him use so many times before. "Think of me as an empty space, I'm not going to do anything other than sit here so you can bounce your ideas around."

You huffed. "Fine."

You left the room and closed the door, taking a deep breath before knocking twice. "Come in."

You walked in, head held high and back straight like you did that morning, and met Sean's eye, his serious look preventing you from laughing. "Mr. Campbell, I think you should reconsider my grant. The numbers page on page six made it clear that it's doable and…"

Your thoughts left you, and you flopped down onto one of the office chairs. "This isn't going to work."

Sean wasn't put off and reached across the table to grab your hand. "He's not the first pig you've had to deal with, he won't be the last. Now what's tripping you up?"

Sean had a knack for getting information out of people, so there was no point in lying, you just had to say it carefully so no one ended up dead.

It wasn't really that hard to relent with the way he was looking at you, his face neutral but his eyes full of twinkling affection that almost looked more than friendly, it made your heart flutter. "I'm pretty sure I lost the grant because I refused to go to the luncheon. I didn't think the money that could be going to the program should be spent on drinks."

You saw the fleeting glimmer of anger in his sea blue eyes, but it was gone in a flash, and you continued. "This isn't the sixties. He gave the grant to one of his drinking buddies, and it's not going to help anyone, and I can't do this because if I'm alone in a room with that prick, I'm going to hit him."

Sean chuckled and patted your hand lovingly. "Ah, love, you might not want to hear this, but you need to sink to his level." Your eyes went wide, and you stuttered about being unable to do that, but he cut you off. "I'm not talking about blackmail, just let him know that all it would take for him to lose his job is an off hand comment in the lift while the CEO is there."

You sighed, he was right, as always. He took in your look of resignation with a smile and waved his hand. "Well then, up you get. Once we can get through this without that bleeding heart of yours balking, I'll order in from your favourite restaurant."

You raised your eyebrows and shook your head. "Bribery, Sean, really?"

He still hadn't let so of your hand, and his thumb rubbed your skin affectionately. "Only the best for my favourite girl."

****

You were still riding the high of how well it all went when you showed up at Sean's. There was no point in knocking; the Wallace house was your second home, and you practically lived there. You waved to Mrs Wallace as you walked by the kitchen, and she gestured towards Sean's room to let you know where he was.

You rapped on the door, and his voice floated through the wood. "Come in." He grinned when he laid eyes on you and popped up from his small desk to greet you. "You're smiling, so it went well. Tell me everything."

It all came out in an excited flurry, going between telling him what had happened and explaining how the head of finance had squirmed like a coward the more you spoke. Sean's grin only grew until he was close to laughing, accepting your thanks graciously as you wrapped your arms around him.

He could feel your excitement as you spoke and he couldn't find it in himself to let you go as you finally slowed down and it became his turn to speak. "I'm very proud of you y/n." He paused, wondering if the tone of the hug was really changing or if he was just imagining it, but he took his chance anyway. "And it is I that should be thanking you, the way you have handled the last year has been admirable."

He didn't know how to put the rest of his thoughts into words, that you were all he thought of when he was away, that despite being back at the top, he felt achingly lonely when you weren't around, that he's loved you since he was sixteen. He tightened his arms around you and buried his nose in your hair. "I love you."

It wasn't a strange thing for him to say; you said it to each other all the time; it was the way he said it that gave you pause, but you replied nevertheless. "I love you too Sean."

"Not like that." He pulled away from the embrace, but only enough to place his hand on your cheek. "I've loved you since you showed up on my doorstep in that bubble gum pink dress the night of that stupid year ten dance."

It felt like a dream, the way he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears as he gazed at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. "Your mother bought me that dress. It was hideous."

The distance between you got smaller as you both leaned in, and he whispered against your lips. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." His nose brushed yours, and his other hand left your back so he could hold your face in his hands as you moved yours to his shoulders. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

When his lips found yours, it was like you had the last breath on earth between your lips. Your hands wove into his hair, and you moved in step towards his bed, finally stopping when the backs of your knees hit the edge. You pulled away from each other breathless, his hands moving to your shirt as you spoke. "I knew before you."

He chuckled as he pecked your cheek, his beard brushing your skin as he made his way to your neck. "Is that so?"

"It is." You broke contact only long enough for him to pull your shirt over your head, his polo following as you took in the sight of his bare chest. He was all lean muscle wrapped in pale, freckled skin.

He licked his lips as his eyes raked over your bare skin, then his lips were down your neck to your chest as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "When?"

It was hard to reply with his plump lips sealing around your nipple, but he looked at you through his red eyelashes in a way that let you know that silence wasn't an option. "Two weeks before the dance when that Harrison freak ruined my science project after I turned him down and you punched him."

He smiled against your skin before nipping you, the bite of his teeth sending a shiver up your spine. His lips found yours again as your hands moved to his belt, your fingers played with the buckle for a moment, but it was your turn to smile as you moved your hand down to palm his rapidly hardening cock through his black trousers.

It seemed to be tit for tat with him because he slid his hand down from your rib cage to use his long and dexterous fingers to pop open your pants, dispensing with any teasing so he could graze his fingertips over your bare flesh. Your breath caught in your chest as he slid his fingers through your slit, stopping for a moment to rub your clit before they continued with their nonsense patterns.

He parted from you briefly, his face flushed with lust as you managed to get his pants off and pushed them down enough to get your hand on his cock. He gathered himself enough to look at you like he wanted to swallow you whole and kissed his way to your ear to speak. "We have some catching up to do." With that, his hand left your pants, and he brought his fingers up to his lips to lick you off of them.

The sight was enough to make your knees buckle. "Yes, we do."

His lips were restless as you moved onto the bed to lie on your back, and then he was ripping your bottoms off, underpants and all, before shedding his own. "You're not leaving this bed until midday tomorrow."

His fingers were back on your centre, and the look in his eyes was positively heartstopping, a mix of lust and love that made it feel like your skin was on fire. "That's fine with me."

Fin

@daydreaming-belle

[darklydeliciousdesires]

*sneaks back in to your requests (again)*

Should you be so inclined, could I please ask for 7.  “Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard!” with Sean Wallace

🌻

More Sean? Ahh, why not? Makes the monotony of a Monday morning pass well, if nothing else! :D

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Your chest heaves with the effort, every exhale a wail of utter ecstasy, lying in the centre of your bed, hanging onto the frame above your head, your legs virtually knotted around his head.

His tongue beats wildly against your clit, the thrumming pleasure blazing through you, Sean meeting your eye and winking with a little chuckle. He knows exactly how good he is with his mouth, lips closing around your clit and sucking on you like ripe summer fruit, moaning as your dew spills onto his tongue.

Flames chase ice over your nerves, your hips juddering, his big hands keeping you fixed in place, the heat of it snapping like a summer storm as each flick of his tongue coaxes you closer to the ruin you long for.

When it hits you, you're smashed to smithereens, a trembling wreck of a woman in the wake of a gilded nirvana tumbling over your entire body, warmed to your very marrow and back.

“Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard!”

He smirks, plunging his iron hard erection into you deep. "Give me time, darling."

[verricherri]

phew — that was back-to-back chaos HAHHAHA but i delivered 😌

just dropped a continuation of Yours, Officially: Yours, Out Loud and answered an ask for our boy Spencer Reid: Chapter & Verse 💌

hope you guys enjoy!!

i’ve got 2 more Spencer requests in the works 👀

if you wanna scream about Rhett/Spencer or Sean, drop a confession, or send me a prompt — my ask box is wide open and i’m waiting for you, cherriessss 🍒

also um... where’s Sean Wallace’s fans at???

looking a little empty over here 🤸‍♀️ don’t make me beg.

[beautifultypewriter]

Stage Door ~ Sean Wallace

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,062

Pairing: Sean Wallace x fem!oc

Summary: When Sean is dragged to the theatre with his family the last thing he expects is to meet a young woman who captures his attention so brilliantly.

A/N: I have so much to say, so please bear with me. First of all, since Gangs of London is now on AMC, I am able to watch it and honestly I have missed seeing Joe Cole on my tv screen. Like I don’t completely understand what’s happening on this show (I’m only on episode 6 - I am behind), but I dig it and mostly because of him. This is written with my OC. I use her name, but there’s no description of her other than the mention that she is Irish, so I’m gonna tag it the way I’m gonna tag it. I doubt anyone is even going to read this. Also it’s written in 3rd person instead of my usual 2nd. Also it takes place before any of the events from the show.

The theatre was the absolute last place that Sean wanted to be that night, but his father had gotten the tickets as a way to make his mother happy, so he couldn’t say no. Sean couldn’t say no to his father about anything really.  Going to the theatre on a Friday night was the least of his worries. The lights flickered and Sean looked up, wondering how a fancy theatre in the West End would have flickering lights, but then he noticed everyone else sitting in their seats and ending their idle chatter. Then the lights turned off completely and the curtain rose, the orchestra beginning a slow but strong tune. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what this play was supposed to be about, but his mother had raved about how great it was, so he figured he would try to pay attention.

 Paying attention was easier said than done. There was so much going on in just the beginning and Sean was having trouble keeping the different characters straight. All the singing wasn’t really helping either. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but his mother was right next to him and he didn’t want to disappoint her. When he was sure he could get away with it, he let his head roll back just a bit and he squeezed his eyes shut. This had to be over soon. Sean felt someone squeeze his arm and just as quickly as he closed his eyes, his attention was back on the stage.

 And there she was. A simple dress and a timid look on her face as the other actors on the stage surrounded her and sang at her with threatening tones. Sean couldn’t pull his eyes away from her. He watched her fall apart on stage, the scene changing to some shady alleyway and new actors replacing the others, but still just as menacing towards the woman. The timidness that had been on her face previously had melted away to fear to exhaustion to hopelessness. And for the first time since the show had started, the chaos of the stage slowed, and everyone moved away to the wings… everyone except for her. She was alone, still in her simple dress, crumpled on the floor in the middle of the stage. The music carried lightly through the space as she lifted herself up, her arms wrapping loosely around her frame and her voice small as she sang. Sean watched her every move. His eyes trailed over her form, gliding over each and every tiny movement of her head, the rise and fall of her chest as her voice gained power and the music swelled. Sean could feel himself sliding forward in his seat, wanting to be as close to her as he could be. The woman’s voice flooded his senses, and he was finding it difficult to breathe. His chest tightened at the pain in her voice and he briefly wondered how she was able to do all this.

 And then it all stopped. Her voice faded out and Sean could breathe again as she stared out into the audience without really seeing them. Everyone around him was applauding, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He just stared.

 The story carried on and her character died, and Sean found himself losing interest now that she was no longer on the stage. It wasn’t until later, at the very end of the production that she came back. He straightened up as she glided onto the stage, still in a simple dress, but this one white, and a serene smile on her face. Her voice was soft and comforting now and if Sean had been different then he may have cried at the feeling she was pulling from his chest.

 The curtain fell shut and everyone was on their feet, applauding. Sean stood slowly as he clapped along with the crowd. The curtain rose again, and the cast came out to take their final bows. He searched for her and he found her nestled between her castmates, a small smile on her face as they stepped forward and clasped hands, bowing until the curtain fell on them again. Sean stared at the spot where she had been as everyone filed out around him, his own family lingering by their seats for a moment until his father was approached by a man. He had missed most of the conversation, but snapped to attention when Jac looped her arm with his and started pulling him after Billy and their parents. He leaned down to his sister, “Where are we going?”

 She shook her head, a quiet laugh on her lips, “Backstage tour,” she rolled her eyes, “only the best for the Wallace family.”

 Sean had never cared much for the theatre, but he was honestly impressed with the backstage. The mechanics of the curtain and the different set pieces was something that did interest him, and he reached out to touch one of the ropes, but stopped when the man’s voice sounded from in front of him,

 “Ah and here we have our own Fantine,” he held his arms out and she was there. Sean tensed as he looked her over. She was still in her white dress, and she was still smiling, only now she looked almost shy. The man motioned her forward, “May I present Imogen O’Connor.” She gave a small wave as she looked over each member of the Wallace family. The man continued, “Imogen, this is Finn Wallace, a very influential businessman here in London.”

 She held her hand out and Sean’s father kissed her knuckles briefly as he smiled at her, “I have my family here with me.” He turned to the rest of them and motioned to his wife, “My wife, Marian,” then he turned to the children, “my daughter Jacqueline, and my sons, Billy,” Sean’s brother gave her a small smile and a wave, “and Sean.” Her eyes landed on him, and Sean couldn’t breathe again.

 She smiled at him before turning to the group again, a familiar lilt to her voice as she addressed them all, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for coming to the show.” Her eyes fell on Sean again, “I do hope you enjoyed it.” He wanted to open his mouth and tell her that yes, he enjoyed her very much, but her attention was stolen by his mother.

 Marian had beamed at the woman, “It was a lovely show, and your performance was spectacular.”

 Imogen smiled as she looked down to her feet, “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

 His father stepped forward again, “From up North then?”

 “Aye, Cavan.” Sean looked between the three as they made small talk, wanting to interject, but having no cause to do so.

 His father smiled wistfully, “Oh? Cavan’s beautiful, I hear.”

 She nodded, “Yes, sir, it is. Nothing like London.” The two of them laughed and Sean caught her eye again, causing her to look down.

 His mother smiled, “How long have you been in London?”

 Imogen shrugged as she looked around, “Oh, not long. A couple of months.” She nodded as she looked behind her for a brief moment then turned back to his mother, “Still trying to get used to the big city.” She smiled at them all again, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve got to be goin’. It was a pleasure to meet you all and thank you again.” There were a few mumbled goodbyes and Sean watched her walk away from their group. She turned back once to smile at him and he managed a small wave in her direction.

 It was only a few nights later that Imogen found herself backstage after another successful performance, a few of the other girls around her as she stared into a mirror, wiping off her makeup. The week had been a long one and she was glad for the day off tomorrow.

 “Imogen, you’ve got an admirer.” The Cavan girl turned to her castmate to see her pointing over her shoulder towards the door to their dressing room.

 Imogen shook her head, “Catch yourself on, Sam. Who’d be waitin’ out there for me?”

 Samantha shrugged as she smiled, “I don’t know. All I know is that a fit lad is out there asking for you and he’s got a big bouquet of flowers in his hand.” Imogen could feel her body heat up. She truly didn’t know anyone in the city, so who could possibly be bringing her flowers? She didn’t have any more time to dwell on the question though because she was being gently shoved towards the door, Samantha’s quiet laughter ringing in her ears.

 Imogen stumbled out into the hallway; the dressing room door swinging shut behind her. She cleared her throat as she hesitantly looked up to see her “admirer.” A smile broke out on her face when her eyes met those of the young man from the other night, “Mr. Wallace.”

 Sean’s face twisted as he shook his head, “Please, just Sean.”

 She nodded to him, her smile growing smaller, “Sean.”

 He seemed to relax as his shoulders dropped and he smiled at her, “Miss O’Connor.” Imogen pursed her lips as she folded her arms over her chest and Sean laughed, glancing down and back up quickly, “Imogen.” She smiled again, tucking some hair behind her ear as she looked down at his shoes. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention, and held out a bouquet of pink lilies towards her, “These are for you.” Reaching out, she gently took the flowers in both her hands, looking them over. She looked up at him, but before she could get a word out, he was speaking again, “That was an amazing performance.” He pointed over his shoulder, towards the stage, nodding his head.

 She smiled, “Thank you and thank you for the flowers,” she looked down at the bouquet again, “they’re beautiful.” Imogen looked up to Sean again, quickly glancing behind him, “Here alone tonight?” She gave him a knowing smile and he nodded.

 “Thought I might treat myself to a night at the theatre.” Before she could stop herself, Imogen let out a laugh, which she then tried to cover up by pulling the flowers up to her nose. Sean looked offended as he placed his hand over his chest, “Do I not look like the type of man to enjoy the arts?”

 Trying to control her smile, Imogen lowered the flowers, “Truthfully?” Sean nodded and she bit her lip, his eyes darting to the movement as she shook her head, “No, not really.”

 He scoffed, a smile threatening to break loose, “What kind of man do I look like then?”

 Tilting her head from side to side, Imogen narrowed her eyes and brought her index finger to rest against her chin. Sean grinned as he held his arms out to the side, his head tilted slightly as he waited for her to finish her assessment. She smiled, “You look the type of man who does his honest day’s work and then goes down the pub for a drink with his mates, watches whatever game is on the telly.” Sean nodded and she chuckled.

 He stepped closer to her, “If we’re being truthful then the reason I came down to the show tonight was because I wanted to see you again and I thought that, if you had the time, then I could show you around London,” he shrugged one shoulder, “help you get used to the place.” Imogen tightened her grip on the lilies as Sean’s words rattled around in her brain.

 Then she smiled at him, “I’ve a free day tomorrow and no plans.” Her eyes moved down to the floor again as she cleared her throat.

 Slowly, Sean placed his fingers under her chin and lifted until their eyes met and then he smiled, “Tomorrow it is then.” She nodded at him, moving quickly to peck his cheek before she stepped back from him, waving as she slipped back into the dressing room. The door was ajar and he could hear a few voices whispering to each other as he stood waiting, rocking back on his heels. The whispering ended abruptly and Imogen was in front of him again.

 She held out a slip of paper as she smiled, “Tomorrow.”