#sean walace fic

[darklydeliciousdesires]

In The Morning Light - A Sean Wallace/Reader Smut Short.

A little bit of softer Sean for you all, darlings! Enjoy :)

Words - 693

Warnings - Fluffy smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I’ve woken up so cock hungry, I’m paralysed by it.” 

Your statement earns you a glance of slight incredulity, but mostly it’s just amusement. “A tad dramatic, Mrs Wallace.” 

The novelty that he gets to call you that now still hasn’t worn off for Sean. He might be soulless and bordering on psychopathy in his business endeavours – whether legal or criminal – but for you, you see a little softness that he shows to few. Very few.  

You grin, your face peeking out from beneath the soft down of the pillows beneath your head, reaching to stroke a circle over the freckles upon his shoulder. “Not dramatic at all. The absolute truth, in fact.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “So, it’ll be me on top this morning then, since you bemoan losing the use of your legs?”  

“Hmm, maybe.”  

Reaching beneath the duvet, his hand skims the curve of your waist. “I see no other way around it.” 

Moving, you climb astride his hips, kissing a path along the short, dark copper hair flecking his handsome face. His mouth breaks out into a grin, a deep, rumbling chuckle sounding in his throat as your lips meet. “Not so paralysed after all, it would appear.”  

He wastes no time in trailing a hand between you, reaching your folds, softly grunting as your tongues roll together while sharing those passionate, lustful morning kisses. “This wet already, darling?” 

“What can I say?” you shrug, stroking his neck and chest. “I dreamed of you all last night.”  

“You did, hmm? And what did my love dream?”  

Reaching between you, your hand curls around his hardened cock, biting your lip as your smile grows. You have no idea why a man's erection is always at its steeliest first thing, but you aren’t complaining. “I dreamed of this, filling me up, stretching me out, putting a baby in me.”  

He chuckles, his fingers idly playing with your clit as your thumb rubs over the head of his cock, precum swirled right where he is most sensitive. “You did, did you? Okay. Shall we make that happen for you?”  

Steering his cock to your soaked opening, you sink back on him, forcing a low, lustful groan, his mouth a fever upon yours as his hands begin to lazily stroke your back. “Or you could just make it happen yourself. Either way, trust that I am a very willing participant, Mrs Wallace.” 

The glimmers evoked by his cock begin to skitter as you move back and forth, the feeling of being steadily filled and emptied making heat snap beneath your skin, your wetness coating his cock thickly, moaning softly into the kisses you share. The exchange is all sparks and honey, the morning barely even broken as you rock upon your husband, stroking his face, your hands touring his perfectly chiselled physique with keen attention.  

His eyes are blue vortex of lust gilded by the dark gold of his lashes, bringing his thumb to your lips and pushing it into your mouth. “Get it wet, darling.” You duly do, Sean reaching between you, that slippery thumb stroking at your clit, evoking waves of throbbing warmth as you sit up a little, sinking back on him, his cock filling you entirely.  

He moves steadily beneath you, each upward thrust of his hips meeting your downward movements perfectly, his cock scraping your walls, little bolts flickering at the base of your spine as you clench around him. Its sugared embers crackling, sweet, blazing heat stirred, your mutual moans an orchestra of erotic sin as the bed begins to creak beneath you, both chasing the spiralling undoing that coils deep and rushes quickly. 

“Come for me, my beautiful wife.” And you do, and its glittering magma poured hot over ice, the pleasure splintering through you as you cry out, feeling his cock pulsing waves of cum deep into your fluttering cunt mere moments after you sail into the skies of bliss.  

You both fall asleep again soon after, him still inside you. If anything was going to leave you paralysed that morning, it was the reality of how your husband fucks you rather than the dreams. 

[wouldpollyapprove]

Headcanon: Being Lale’s sister & Dating Billy

Request:  Hii could you write something about being lale's younger sister and dating sean or billy🤗

Requested by Anonymous

Billy Walace x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/n: Just want to say I don’t speak Kurrdish and I know that google translate sucks. Also, I really want to write a Lale fic. Most the requests I have for Gangs of London involve her but they aren’t about her. But I’m hella gay for her and think she deserves more love. Billy does as well. He needs a hug really bad. And I couldn’t find any gifs of him

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You were lucky to have a social life when it came to living with your sister.

Being a few years younger than her, Lale was furiously protective over you. She was always right be your side and did everything she could to keep you out of harms way.

It was annoying, but you didn’t mind it. She meant well, after all.

But after her husband’s death, Lale rarely let you out of her sight.

You were strong, taught how to defend yourself in multiple ways, you could hold your own. Even so, your sister didn’t care. You were her’s to take care of.

When she moved to London, you were forced to follow along.

There wasn’t much for you to do when you first moved to the city. There was never a chance you would be caught dead with a body guard or two. 

Lale tried her best to keep you entertained, but the house was starting to feel more like a prison.

So, one night when you knew she was away, you slipped through your window and out onto the streets. 

You spent the night going between clubs, restaurants, and shops that were still open. In awe, you wished you weren’t kept on such a short leash, not that you didn’t understand why it was there.

During your night out, you shared drinks with a man at one of the pubs your ventured into. Billy Wallace was his name, though it sounded familiar, you were too caught up in your fun to care. He was sweet and down to earth, so there was no reason to let his name bother you. The two of you talked for hours and by the end of the night, he offered to walk you home.

“You live here?” he pointed up to the large house you stopped in front of.

You nodded. “Since I moved to London.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him down an alley next to the house. Stopping in front your escape route, you were glad to be out of the line of sight from the anyone in the living room. “This is my room.”

“You climb out the window,” he chuckled with a soft smile.

A shy smile danced on your lips, “Yeah, well, my sister is kinda protective and I’d never be able to make it out the front door.”

You both shared a laugh before silence over came you.

That wasn’t the last time you’d see each other.

Swapping numbers, the two of you talked all the time. 

There were multiple times when Lale questioned why you were on your phone all the time, this was usually after she caught you smiling at something Billy had said.

Knowing the safest way into your house, sometimes you’d smuggle Billy in.

Most of the time, the two of you would lay in bed together, his head on you chest as you ran your fingers through his black hair.

Of course, more than that went on in your room, but you could never be too loud about anything in fear someone would barge in.

There were a few times you sneaked out of the house to go on dates with Billy. He never took you anywhere expensive, but to places he knew you’d enough. It was clear he’d do anything to get a smile on your face.

As time went on, your sister wasn’t the only one wondering what was going on. Billy’s family had noticed a change in the man.

He was supposed to have been clean, but with the late nights and bag under his eyes, they were starting to wonder if that was no longer the case.

His mother didn’t want to say anything about it, dreading the answer she would receive. His brother, Sean, decided it best to give it a little more time and if there were no improvement then they would have a talk.

The truth was soon found, though. And it was not what anyone expected.

Billy had spent the night once again and from the last conversation with Lale, you thought you’d have the house all to yourself. But plans changed and meeting was to be held at the house that morning.

Wanting you to be more involved in the business, she went to fetch you once the guests were settled. Sean Wallace sat at her dining table and she wasn’t too pleased about it.

Nor was she pleased to open your bedroom door to see her sister wrapped in the arms of the younger Wallace brother.

“Lenet lê bê?” she screeched, causing the men in the front of the house to jump to their feet. Lale was practically all smoke and fire by the time Sean came to stand behind her, eyes going wide at the sight in front of him

Neither knew what to do as both you and Billy looked so peaceful.

Even once the pair of you woke up, the two gangsters still had no clue what to make of the situation.

It took some time, but the Wallaces excepted you with open arms once they saw how happy you made Billy.

Your sister was a little harder to deal with.

She didn’t want you to have anything to do with the Wallaces and there were many nights you spent arguing about it.

After one too many nights where you stormed out of the house, Lale finally agreed to have Billy over for dinner.

She would never admit it, but she was actually quiet impressed with Billy and glad the two of you had found each other.

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