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beah388love · 30 days

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Silent Treatment

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader (nicknamed bee)

Summary:Reggie accidentally hurts you…

Warnings: swearing,fighting,punching,slapping,blood,broke glass,injuries,crying!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Im not gonna lie I don’t even know how this fight started.

I think it was about some business deal or something stupid but it escalated quickly…

“You’re a fuckin Disgrace mate.” Reggie yelled at Ron

“You fuckin cunt! cunt!” Ron yelled as he slapped Reggie across the face.

“Ron! No. Ron! Stop!” Reggie yelled back punching him in the face and ducking when Ron punched back.

Ron grabbed a Wine bottle and held it up. “Ron! No! No that’s a bottle! Ron.” Reggie yelled as he held up a finger at him.

Ron screamed as he lunged at Reggie, bottle in hand still.

“Fuck! Ron!” Reggie yelled as he grabbed the bottle off of him.

Ron screamed as he bit Reggie’s hand, reg yelling as he punched him again.

“Fuckin! Wanker!” Reggie yelled pushing Ron off of him and “Reggie!” You yelled trying to get his attention and that’s when he threw the bottle directly at you.

You screamed, as the bottle smashed into pieces, luckily you held your arm up, but now your arm was bleeding and you had cuts scattered all over your face.

Reggie stood there in shock, “right that’s enough!” Albie yelled holding his arms out between the brothers.

You wiped the blood off of your lip, looking up at Reggie.

You stared at him with a blank expression before walking to the bar, grabbing a glass of wine and your purse and leaving the club.

“Y/n- I-“ Reggie stuttered

“enough reg. Mate.” Albie said holding his hand out.

“C’mon help me up.” Ron asked looking up at reg.

And he shook his head as he held his hand out and Ron pulled him down on top of him.

“Fuck sake Ron!” Reggie shouted

“Im very sorry.” Ron said and reg nodded

“It’s okay. Are you done?” Reggie huffed

“Is she gone.” Ron asked looking around the club

“Yes. She’s gone mate.” Reggie sighed

“She’s a keeper.” Ron said and Reggie stood up.

“Yes. Thanks mate” Reggie said patting him on the chest before wiping the blood off his face.

“Albie! Take care of Ron!” Reggie yelled as he ran out of the club.

Run in down the road to find you.

Fuck it was late, there were weirdos about.

“Fuck!” Reggie yelled as he kicked a wall in anger when he saw no sign of you.

———

The next morning.

“there she is.” Reggie said pointing to you through the car window screen.

“Yeah. I got her.” Albie said as he followed you through the market.

“All right, stop here.” Reggie said as albie pulled the car over.

“That girls gonna be the death of me.” Reggie said as he got out the car.

“Mind how you go.” Albie said before he shut the door.

“Bee. Bee. Excuse me sorry, ” Reggie said as he pushed past people as he tried to catch up with you.

He ran up next to you, “I need to have a word with you about something.”

You didn’t reply.

You were beyond pissed and he knew it.

You were always mad but this was the angriest you had ever been before.

You was so mad you didn’t even yell.

“Bee? C’mon…talk to me?” Reggie said as he walked faster when you did.

“Bee? Please can we forget last night. Let’s restart.” Reggie said walking in front of you.

And that’s when he saw your cut up face.

He didn’t even want to think about what your arm looked like.

“I- I didn’t mean to- it was-“ Reggie stammered and you huffed walking past him quickly and he followed you.

“We- we can forget everything that’s bad right? And we can just keep everything that’s good?” He said and you shook your head walking quickly and leaving the market.

And he still followed after you.

“Silent treatment? Really?” Reggie huffed behind you and you rolled your eyes.

You headed towards your house door and quickly knocked.

“Bee! Please talk to me? We need to talk!” Reggie said walking towards you but luckily Tommy answered the door and you rushed in.. “Bee? What happened to your face?!“ Tommy asked worried

You was about time walk away but Reggie grabbed your arm making you yelp in pain.

Billy came out after hearing shouting “Bee Are you alright?” He asked you and you shook your head

“Fuck! I didn’t mean to-“ Reggie was cut off by you running upstairs.

“What did you do?!” Tommy shouted at him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her- I” Reggie said running his hand through his hair.

“You did that!” Tommy yelled and Reggie punched the skin between his brows.

“I didn’t mean to it was a fuckin accident!” Reggie yelled.

“Oi! Get inside” Billy said to Tommy and he glared at Reggie before waking away.

“Reg, I don’t know what happened but I suggest you leave and leave her alone for a couple hours” Billy said sternly to Reggie and he rubbed the back of his neck and nodded.

Billy shut the door and hurried to your bedroom.

“Bee? What happened?” He asked knocking on your door.

“I’m coming in okay?” He said and walked in, you was laying on your bed holding your face into your pillow.

“Talk to me?” He said and you nodded

“Reg and Ron had a fight..and reg threw a wine bottle at me…” you said removing the pillow from your face and he sucked in a breath.

“Please don’t be mad at him. It really was an accident I promise.” You said to him honestly and he sighed.

“Promise?” He asked holding his pinky out and you shook it.

You never broke pinky promises.

“Alright, this is his last warnings though” he warned and you nodded.

“Tommy said something about your arm?” Billy said scared to see the injury.

You gently pulled your sleeve up and he sighed again.

“That looks..painful.” Billy said looking at your bruised,bloody arm.

“It is.” You rolled your eyes making him laugh.

“Ronnie and Johnny are not gonna like this.”

“Please don’t tell them yet” you pleaded and he sucked in a breath and nodded.

———

The next day.

Reggie was stood outside your house. Knocking on the door.

The house was empty besides you.

You opened the door sucking in a breath.

“Bee…I’m sorry please listen to me.” Reggie pleaded waiting to see if you’d shut the door but you didn’t.

“It was an accident! It won’t happen again! I would never hurt you. Well I did- but it was an accident! I didn’t-“ Reggie rambled on and you had a small smile watching him.

“God, please say something! Yell at me! Anything I don’t care just say something.” Reggie said looking at you sadly.

“You’re a real prick.” You said and he relaxed.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry” he said opening his arms and you hesitantly hugged him, relaxing into his embrace.

He rested his face into your hair, smelling your comforting scent.

“I love you so fucking much it hurts. How can I make it up to you?” He asked sniffling.

And you smiled into his chest.

“Babysit with me this Friday?” You asked and he nodded “I don’t think Tommy likes me”

“Then you can bond with him” you said smiling raising your eyebrows. Making him laugh.

“And you might wanna talk to my brothers…they do not like you right now” you said and Reggie sighed nodding.

“Yeah I’m already planning that..”

Your brothers forgave him with a last warning.

And Tommy and Reggie grew a little bit closer.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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"That's A Wrap!!!"

A Reggie Kray X Abigail Hathorne(FemOC) One-Shot

***LIT SMUT***

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing good and yes I haven't posted much I actually wanted to take a little "break" and also just haven't been feeling myself lately. But I wanted to give you guys a new One-Shot. And this time finally I'm touching on my favorite gnagster of all time, Reggie Kray. I actually was daydreaming about this piece of cinema a couple of days ago and I said "Reggie and his GF making love in the movies?" what an idea right? And here it is and I hope you all enjoy this short and fun short story of Reggie and Abigail. Again thank you all for the support and please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for me and my blog as a whole. Thank you to each and every one of you guys love you guys to death. As always guys please enjoy and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON???X👈🏻(If you want to go out with him Saturday night?💞💓😇)

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Word Count: 4,520

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Violence, Some Graphic Blood, Mentions of Trauma, Death, Gang Affiliations, Fluff, and Lit SMUT

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Abigail and Reggie had been together for almost a year since he laid eyes on her that night at The Esmeralda’s Barn. It was very unexpected for Abigail to encounter the notorious and fearful prince gangster of East London. She was solely focused on getting herself a quick drink to enjoy the many cheerful sounds of the people surrounding her. In her perspective, she never had a single thought of ever finding a man in a place such as The Esmeralda’s Barn. But that thought alone would change her point of view of men when she met Reggie that same night when he step foot inside the hall of the club.

It happened so quickly when Abigail was sitting alone at the bar counter while drinking her second cup of red wine since she got there. She didn’t notice his presence after she heard that smooth, charming, and yet booming voice he possesses once Abigail eyed him sideways.

“Two gins like usual,” Reggie said while he took out his pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he lit it up with his small gold light.

Abigail suddenly felt chills running down her spine as she caressed the top of the cup with her right finger. Lost in her thoughts, however, the man behind the bar came back with some drinks that they accidentally tumbled in front of Abigail. Making her gasp, and stood up on her feet at the cold liquid now all over her long sleeve dark brown dress.

“I’m deeply sorry miss, please let me help you clean that for you,” the bartender said in a panicked and stuttering voice, trying to find a towel for Abigail to dry herself up.

“You mate, yea, FUCK OFF NOW!!!” said Reggie, shouting out at the young man behind the counter. He didn’t question him back and did what he was told.

Some people around her were looking on, suddenly feeling embarrassed as her cheeks became red as blood.

“Sweetheart, you alrigh’? Come on, I’ll escort you to the ladies’ room so you can get yourself clean up, yea? And I’m sorry abou’ that young lad, he is a bit of a clumsy bastard but he won’t be coming back here anymore now. But I am terribly sorry abou’ that love,” the tall man said as he was then handed a small wet towel from Albert as he gently placed it against her dress.

“No, it is alright. It’s not a big deal this happened to me before, believe me, but thank you, good sir,” Abigail said as she and Reggie made their way through the crowd making their way to the bathroom.

“Sir? Did you just call me sir? That is actually very cute of you there love, from now on alrigh’ you will only call me by my first name. And that is Reggie, not sir, yea? Especially for a lovely-looking woman like you, that seems so pure and innocent just by looking into your eyes,” he said as Abigail gave a smile at his nice compliment.

After about an hour later of cleaning her dress to the best of her ability, she then made her way out of the ladies’ room. To her surprise, Reggie was there waiting for her all this time, which made her feel a bit confused.

“Reggie, were you really waiting for me all this time? Why?” Abigail said in a shy tone as he took another drag from his white cigarette and let out a slow and smooth blow.

“Because why not?” he said, making a small shrug of his shoulders as he walked his way to her, taking another puff of his cigarette, “I wanted to know you looked good and well, you are pretty much alone around here. Wanted to ask if maybe if you don’ mind I be some company for you tonight if that is something you wish to have?”

Abigail didn’t know what to say about this unexpected request from someone as handsome as Reggie did. She then bit her bottom lips lightly, trying to accept his request or reject him, since Abigail felt like it wasn’t what she wasn’t expecting tonight. She never really had any boys come up to her and ask her for a drink or a dance since she got there at the club. Abigail was thinking of leaving after she got her second cup of wine until Reggie came along tonight.

“Well, I was thinking of leaving right now but… actually…,” Abigail’s words trailed off for a second while collapsing her hands together once again, feeling her face flushed red again.

She could feel Reggie’s warm presence as he took in another puff from his cigarette as he side smiled in her direction.

“How abou’ this then yea? Would you like to go out with me sometime this week, like maybe Saturday night? I can take you on a nice dinner date and I’ll let you choose whatever place you like. If that is something you might like and be interested in and also if you feel comfortable, of course. It is up to you, darlin’, and if you say no, I’ll respectfully take your word, love.”

Before Abigail could speak again, a gentleman with a very nice-looking suit and his light brown hair combed smoothly back on his head, then disrupted them.

“Reggie Jack is here, and he wants to speak to ya, and he said it’s urgent too,” the man said as he noticed Abigail in front of him, “Oh my apologizes miss for the interruption, I’ll see you in a bit Reg.”

Reggie just nodded his head as the man left them alone again, seeing his facial expression change, looking a bit disappointed at being called for.

“I must go now love, I’m very sorry to leave you soon. If you want to find me and need anything, I’ll be sitting with my brother at a corner table booth. Again I must apologize miss… I’m sorry, what’s your name dear?”

“Abigail, my name is Abigail Hathorne, but you can just call me Abi for sort,” she said, giving Reggie a small smile.

“Abigail, well, that is quite a lovely name. I like it a lot. It was a pleasure to meet you then and again. I apologize for leaving you in such circumstances, really. But you have a lovely nigh’ love,” Reggie said as he now made his way down the small brown-lit hallway until Abigail called out to him and placed a hand on his left forearm.

“Reggie wait, I… I accept your date with you and what do you say maybe 7:30 at night at most? And if that hour fits for you, then as well?” she said, feeling nervous now that she quickly welcomed his offer.

Reggie did that same attractive side smile at her, and Abigail looked away for a moment.

“Of course Abi, Saturday night at 7:30 in the evening. I’ll be there for you then. Would you like another drink with me, love hmm?” he said as he searched for those brown almond eyes that he had been growing fond of since this entire night.

“Hehe… I would love that very much Mr. Kray,” she said as she looked up at his astonishing brown dark eyes, which he then gave her a quick wink.

“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”

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Having a movie date night was one of the best things that Abigail enjoyed the most when Reggie wasn’t away from work. She already knew what type of business Reggie and older brother Ronnie were into, not really minding how much blood and bones were being broken or shed. Especially that one night when he was released from prison, he and Ronnie got into a terrible fight with each other. Finding out that Ronnie was going overboard and fucking their entire system while he was away made Reggie infuriated, and they got into a bloody fight. Abigail felt devastated at seeing both brothers fight almost each other to death, but after all, they were still brothers by blood in the end.

Reggie afterward felt terrible that Abigail had to witness such a thing, but she didn’t mind it for one bit since she had seen that type of violence growing up with her older brother Vincent.

Back in Manhattan, where she and her family used to live, wasn’t such a pleasant and welcoming area. Filled with lots of poverty, violence, drugs, and alcohol, and almost everywhere she would go there would be girls hanging out on the sidewalks. Her brother Vincent was a good boy, the best brother she could ever have and asked for. But he did some things that no young boy isn’t supposed to do at such a young age. Vincent joined a gang for a small period, where he had to beat the living hell out of anybody that his boss would tell him to do. He has seen things that made him have nightmares almost every night that her parents didn’t know what to do with him. They didn’t know about his little secret about him being in a gang, but Abigail was the only one who knew about his secret troubles. It saddened Abigail to see her big brother go through such multiple traumas, knowing that she kept it between herself and Vincent. One time she accidentally stumbled upon his brother hitting this other young boy in an alley when she went out with a friend. She remembered really clearly how the boy’s face was covered in both his and Vincent’s blood and she felt disgusted to see such a thing. Vicent realized her little sister and her friend as he then gave the big another big hit, making him go out old and tumbled down to the cold pavement floor. He took out a small red towel as he cleaned his bloody knuckles while Abigail’s friend breathed in and out uncontrollably. Abigail only stood there quiet and frightened to see his brother do such horrifying things, not knowing what to think about his actions. Abigails’s friend only ran away from the gruesome scene while Vincent took Abigail’s left arm gently. They walked their way down to an ice cream shop where they would hang out most of the time. Vincent knew inside of his heart he felt terrible to know her sister had to see him that way.

“Abi, hey, look, I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that boy. You were not meant to see that at all, but I promise you something right now. I will go clean after I win a good amount of money, no matter how much I have to stay. Please don’t tell mom and pops about this too because I know you won’t say a single word of this. Can you do that for me, Little Abi?” he said as he took a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream. Abigail only nodded her head shyly as she was picking out her strawberry ice cream with her spoon.

“Do you really mean it, Vincent, about you going clean? And cross your heart that you will do it whenever you get enough money for us to get out of here?” Abigail said sometime later as she was finishing her ice cream.

“I promise I am being serious with you, dear sister. I cross my heart,” he said, making an X on his chest with his finger, believing in his words.

Mostly when it came to the money, he would store it away in a secret redwood box he hid inside the walls of his room. Promising his sister that one day he and hopefully his parents would understand that they will move out of Manhattan and live a better life than where they were.

“You will never have to worry about those scary bastards that you hear from outside your room window. We will get out of here no matter what Little Abi, I promise you so much,” he would say one night as he showed her his secret box where the money was stashed.

She patiently waited for Vincent to do the dirty work that he did for his boss. Some weeks later, Vincent however turned his life around after he came back home one night later. He realized he wanted more than just a life of corruption and violence, and risking himself between life and death. So he then had the courage to tell his boss that he quit and wanted nothing to do with him and the rest of the gang. His boss didn’t take it nicely, but he let Vincent go.

He then got himself back to school, trying to get a degree in something better and wanting to make his family proud to see his oldest son graduate strong. Abigail was very grateful and relive to see him strive in school instead of seeing him in the streets. However, it wasn’t easy to get what he dreamed of and wanted for himself and for his little sister and parents. Until one day, they found her brother dead in a small obscured alleyway around Manhattan. Abigail didn’t lose just a big brother but a best friend, a mentor, and a protector that she will never get back for all eternity. She knew who her killer or killers might have been, but after the police were finding and searching for her brother’s killers. Suddenly, they also were found dead. Their bodies were hanged under a small bridge as their own blood dripped down to their shoes. There wasn’t any justice in her brother’s death but only grief and loss of someone she was close to and someone who promised her a better life than where they all were.

After two months after the death of Vincent, Abigail and her parents moved out. Ending up going to London out of all places, she and her mother were confused about why his father thought it was better to live in London other than in America. Her father found it would be a fresh start and be away from all the terrible violence around where they lived. He thought it seemed like a better choice and this made her mother upset and thought about it for quite some time. And so that is where she is now and to her surprise, found herself again in the world that she grew up in. But Reggie, however, was another man that she didn’t expect, and also he reminds her too much of Vincent. Reggie is very overprotective of Abigail going out by herself when she had to go to the marketplace or when she just walked her way to work. She found it annoying at first to see Albert and another young gentleman named Frank outside of her front door. But after some time going by, she got used to them being there and then offered their rides to take her anywhere she desired.

Reggie and Abigail then walked their way to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets for the film Cleopatra. Inside the dark, dimly lit theater room, they sat down on the seats where the projector was above them. As they got comfortable with each other, he then looked at Abigail as he gave her a soft small smile, giving her a small kiss on her small sweet lips. She then leaned back for a moment, smiling as bright as the sun.

“Do you want me to get any treats or popcorns for you, babe?” Reggie asked in a whisper, caressing her soft skinny cheek with his hand.

“I”m alright my Reggie thank you, I’m happier that you are here with me, especially on nights like these,” she said placing her hand against his large strong hand, which he chuckled giving her another big kiss on top of her head.

As the lights dimmed, the movie then played. Abigail rested her head against Reggies’ broad chest.

When the movie continued playing sometime later, there was a romance scene that appeared in front of their eyes. Abigail then gave a small kiss on Reggie’s right cheek. Feeling those sweet lips of hers made him feel goosebumps through his body. While having his right arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, he then softly cupped her chin with his left hand as he gave her a deeper kiss than the first one. Hearing the background audio and music of the movie, their kiss became passionate, sensual, and overall erotic. Abigail placed both of her hands on the side of his face. Reggie caressed her right leg with his hand. Their tongues then dance smoothly between thrift mouths. She let out a quiet moan, making Reggie kiss the side of her neck, biting her bottom lips at his kiss.

“Reggie…,” she whispered next to his left ear, nibbling his ear as he continued to leave small kisses on her neck down to her left shoulder.

“You like that, don’ you, my little princess?” Reggie said seductively in a whisper, making Abigail get goosebumps through her now warm body.

His hand made its way underneath her black shirt, feeling her silky lingerie panties craving to touch what’s beyond the small material. Abigail let out a soft gasp once she felt his hand caress soothingly against her white panties, giving him those hypnotic eyes that made Reggie go mad. Those familiar begging eyes that Reggie has known already for a while, then move his hand inside of her. Feeling her wet, sloppy pussy between his fingers made Abigail tilt her slowly back. She felt like she was above the clouds, as Reggie tried his best to unbutton her dark blue blouse with his free hand. All the while, she felt one of his fingers thrust in and out of her wet walls, as she then reached for his now aching budge with her right hand. This made Reggie bite gently down on her now exposed collarbone as Abigail caressed and rubbed his hard crotch with her small hand.

“You want me to go down on my knees like a naughty slut? While I take in your hard, lovely cock of yours inside my dirty mouth, babe?” she said devilishly seductively, leaving a small hickey on her left shoulder.

Reggie then thrust another two more fingers inside of her, making her gasp louder, which he quickly covered her mouth with his right hand.

“Shhhh quiet love,” he said in a whisper as he looked around the theater to see if anyone was around to their surprise they were the only ones there tonight, “You so fuckin’ wicked my little horny spawn, get on your fuckin knees and give daddy some love hmm?”

“Yes daddy, your wish is mine to command,” Abigail said as she slowly made her way down between his legs, she took her small and yet lovely tits of hers out from her small white bra.

Reggie bite his lips together once he saw Abigail’s nice, small, and round chest while she unbuckled his black belt. Once she got the belt unbuckled, she then went on with his zipper while she gave him a tantalizing look while excavating out his lovely long wood.

“Just like baby, take out that enormous cock so it can feel that hot and lovely slutty mouth of yours,” he said while caressing her long silky black hair with his hand, as Abigail did what she was told.

Feeling the cool air around his erected bulge, Abigail bites her lips while letting out a small chuckle, knowing what was yet to come. She gently thrust his length with her right hand as she gave a few small kisses on the top of his cock’s head. While her other hand massaged his small yet smooth balls as she then licked the head of his dick. She then slowly consumed his cock with her mouth, making Reggie groan quietly as he felt her warm mouth go lower and lower on him. Abigail then gently bobbed her head up and down in a lovely rhythm while having both of her hands now thrust between his length. All the while licking and sucking Reggie like there is no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’... shit… Abi… oh babe yes, yes,” Reggie moans out, quietly closing his eyes in concentration, feeling many erotic emotions throughout his tingling body.

She picked up the pace as she then deep throat him as she felt the side of her mouth drip a bit of saliva, not caring if her red lipstick makeup gets sloppy. Her thrusting and sucking became faster while she also closed her eyes in concentration, knowing that she wants to make her king burst sooner than she wanted him to. Feeling his insides were building up more and more, he then tighten his eyes harder as he grabbed a fist of her black hair with his right hand. This made Abigail get even faster than she now felt the tip of his cock all the way behind her throat.

“FFFFUCCKKKK!!!! yea, yea, yea, don’t stop babe, don’ stop,” he said medium loud tone, as he was breathing in and out feeling her moaning vibrations around his cock.

Abigail went faster until in a few seconds his wet and tasty white milk burst inside of her, making her bob her head slowly. Consuming every bit of his heavenly milk inside of her mouth. Abigail’s mouth was now filled with Reggie’s semen as she teasingly opened her mouth to show his man how much she has inside. This only made Reggie get harder while his beautiful angel was being a joker and yet naughty at the same. She then swallowed everything whole as he gave her another deep kiss, tasting a few of his own fluids between his lips.

“Now, you sit back and let me take care of my queen now yea?” he said as he gave another peck on her lips, which Abigail giggled, knowing it was her turn to be his toy now.

He then looked around the room once more to see if anyone was around, but in relief, there was no soul to be seen. The movie then continued playing in the background, while Abigail pulled her panties down as she felt the material down against her ankles. Making herself sit more comfortable against the seat, Reggie then lifted a bit of her black skirt. Abigail desperately wanted Reggie’s wet tongue to lick her out, knowing how much she can’t resist right now. Reggie caressed her right cheek as they smiled at each other.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you, my little Abi?” He said as he caressed his thumb gently against her cheek.

“Yes, my love, I am your only good girl in this world and you are mine to claim and have. I love you, Reggie Kray,” she said, kissing his hand and giving a side smile towards him.

“Well, let me take care of you now. Would you like that, my sweet Angel?” He said teasing as he reached further between her legs, biting her lips together to resist a smile and a chuckle.

Abigail simply nodded her head, and Reggie now reached where he wanted to be. He started slow once he inserted two fingers inside her lovely wet canal, making Abigail moan out quietly. Reggie massaged her right tit with his free hand while thrusting into her pussy ever so lovingly.

“Hmmm… Reggie please… don’t stop just like that make me feel like a dirty whore you want me to be,” she said rearing her head back, feeling his tongue licking around her sensitive clit.

Reggie licked the place up as he thrust and lick in a wonderful rhythm while Abigail closed her eyes, seeing some black spots around. She felt so much like she was in heaven loving how Reggie would treat her to her sinful desires that had grown to love. Anytime or anywhere, she and Reggie would always try to have time for each other, and no matter where they make love to each other. What Abigail cared about the most wanted to be close to him and have his warm body be against hers. Felt at home, safe in his arms, happy, and overall, a life that she expected to have with a man like Reggie.

Abigail felt so many tingles through her body as Reggie worked on his speed as his tongues twirled and nibbled around her clit. She knew she was this close to reaching her climax when Reggie thrust his fingers as he looked up at her beautiful face.

“Who do you belong to, hmm? Tell me who this little cunt and this slut belong to?” He said as he placed a gentle hand around her white neck as he thrust his three fingers in and out of her, making her curl her toes together.

“Ohhh fuck Reggie… I belong to you… ohhhh… I’m your only slut… for you to fuck me… and, oh god I’m about to come,” she said couldn help but love how her pussy was building itself up to her and burst out her juices.

Reggie then tightens his hand around her neck, making fingers thrust deeper inside of wet walls until she can’t resist the temptation. Abigail then came around his fingers, feeling her face flush red riding her organs around his large fingers. They both breath heavily for a moment once Reggie takes his fingers out of her now undone pussy. He licks her juices off with his tongue that sting a bit of a sweet hint that he only knew. Abigail giggled at seeing Reggie do such a naughty thing that he then placed his fingers in her mouth to lick off the rest of her juices. She erotically licked and suck his fingers while giving those devilish eyes in his direction. This made Reggie feel hard between his legs, once again loving her nice little tongue playing around his fingers.

The finale of the movie then came to an ending as the projector and the theater then lit up a bit, realizing that the film was over. Abigail quickly put her panties on again while Reggie buckled his belt around.

“That a Wrap, as they say in the movie industry,” Abigail said jokingly, making Reggie let out a small chuckle finally zipping his trousers.

“Don’t be such a joker love, come on, let’s get out here. Don’t you think this isn’t the last scene of our movie not yet? Because there is a continuation after this little misbehaved young lady has been very, very mischievous. Because she doesn’t realize she has a little surprise that her Prince Charming wants to give to her. What do you say, my darling? Are you ready for the big finale of this story of ours?” Reggie said, cupping her face with his hands and giving her another sweet, small kiss.

“I would love to know very much about my lovely king,” Abigail said as they made their way out of the theater excitedly, looking forward to seeing where this would go to.

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iamkatehardy · 5 years

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Imagine Ron taking care of you when you’re sick.

Request: “ Hey babe! Love the account! I’ve been sick for the past couple of days and I was wondering if you could write a fluff fic with ron taking care of a sick reader thanks!! ♥️🤒🤧 “ by a lovely anon out there!

A/N: It’s just a small imagine, but it has been a busy day 😪 Hope you enjoy it!

At first, it was hard to get used to see your brother hang out with the fucking Krays, but you soon found out that keeping on the right side of them could have its advantages. They weren’t all bad, but definitely the kind of gentlemen that people know better than to mess with. When you finally started hanging around with the twins and seeing the good in them, they were like a second family; very comfortable to be around.

You went from timid to owning Esmeralda’s Barn in the blink of an eye. Miss (Y/N) Smith, the life of the party; but not that night.

Staggering to the bed, you fell onto your back. You felt feverish, cold, exhausted… Even your head hurt as if you had been hit. Curling up into a ball, you covered yourself with the soft blankets; you tossed and turned, over and over again, but failed to fall asleep. You put your sleep mask on, but it didn’t help either; drenched in perspiration, you put your hands on your head.

“For fuck’s sake.” – You muttered under your breath.

Finally, you fell asleep. It wasn’t a very peaceful sleep, but it was better than being conscious of you runny nose, sore muscles and exploding headache.

Couple hours later you woke up to the door slam and jumped from the bed.

“I told you not to be that loud, goddamn it! Why are you home so early anyway?” – You called out to your brother, putting a pillow over your head, but there was no answer.

All you could hear were heavy, paced steps approaching you, before you felt your bed pressing down, as if someone just gently sat there.

“Are you fucking deaf, Teddy?!” – You growled as you ripped the sleeping mask off. Your eyes widened when you saw it wasn’t Teddy. – “Ronnie?! What are you doing here?!”

“Well, if Mohammed won't go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed.” – He leaned forward, hands clasped tightly on his lap.

“But the most important question here is… How did you get in here? Did my brother give you the key?”

“No. I tried to ask, but…”

“Did you steal the key?” – You crossed your arms under your breasts.

“I borrowed it. It was on the table, within reach of my clever, determined, crafty fingers.” – Ron was visibly proud of his accomplishment.

“ You gangsters’ definition of borrowing matches my definition of stealing.” – You extended your hand, palm up, waiting for him to give it back.

“I just wanted to check in on you, y’know?” – He said, with some indignation. – “Your brother told us you were sick, I had to see you.”

You knew Ron was kind of crazy, but also sensitive and strongly attached to his loved ones, willing to protect them at any cost. A tender smile wobbled on your lips.

“We aren’t getting soft are we?” – After coming closer, you laid your head on his lap.

“Never. A little worried, maybe. ” – Just a hint of a smile formed on his pouty lips. – “When I’m sick, Ma makes me some chicken soup and pie. Y’know, I thought it might make you feel better.”

“I don’t think I have the strength to think, or move, Ron… Let alone cook.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, are you cooking for me?” – You laughed, quirking an eyebrow.

“That would be a fuckin’ disaster and you wouldn’t want that, now, would you?” – Ron gently lifted your head off his lap and got up, setting his glasses on the nightstand. – “I stopped by mom’s house on my way here.”

“Ronnie, you really didn’t have to!”

After he went to get the silverware, he took the food containers he brought.

“It’s not very fancy, but…” – He took the container and the spoon in hand. – “Is as good as we can do right now. I promise I will take you to the most refined restaurant in London, once you recover a little.” – He scooped up the soup and placed it near your mouth. – “Say ahhh.”

“Are you serious?” – You chuckled.

He nodded; you didn’t take long to realize he actually meant it. Opening your mouth, you let him feed you the chicken soup.

After he made sure you ate right, he nestled you in his arms, watching you closely and humming happily.

When confined within four walls, he was a different man; a Ron that not many could see. He could either be lustful and dominant, or protective and caring, sweet in his unique own way.

“You should go to the club, have fun enough for the both of us, huh.” – You gently squeezed his nose between your knuckles.

“Are you sending me away? Am I such a bad company?” – He straightened up, letting go of you.

“No, I just don’t want you to get what I’ve got.” – You gently traced the veins in the back of his hand with your fingertips.

“I’m Ronald Kray, not even bullets can get to me, let alone a bug.” – Shaking his head, he leaned against the headboard and drew you back to his chest.

“Excuse me if I worry about you, Mr. Badass.” – You buried your face against his broad chest. – “Furthermore, you could be having fun with my brother and the boys, but you’re putting up with me…”

“I’m here because I want to.” – He twirled your hair in his fingers. – “Fun isn’t my priority. Even if it was, how could I ever have fun without you?” – He lifted your chin, tilting your face to his and meeting your gaze.

Your mind and your heart raced even more than usual, as you studied his luscious lips. Before you knew it, he lowered his head and covered your lips with his own, warm and firm; his fingertips dug gently into your soft bare skin, his other hand roaming freely through your hair and your back. In the few seconds the kisses lasted, you felt as if you were floating on air. You pulled away from the kiss, your hands still on his body and your lips still just one inch apart from each other.

“Ron! That was disgusting.”

“I’m sor…”

“Shut up and kiss me.” – Interrupting him, grabbed his collar and pulled him into you.

He rarely took orders from anyone, but he complied with your request in a heartbeat; pulling your hair gently, he kissed you again and again, wrapping his arm tight around you. His kisses were long, slow and lingering. His lips seemed to devour yours and they didn’t belong to you anymore; not as long as he kept giving you the addictive, intoxicating feeling of his touch.

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pandoras-princess · 3 years

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Turn Back In Time (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

A/N: Hellooo my lovelies! 🌸 Long time no speak I know. I’ve had a rough few months and stepped back from writing for a while. Buuut I’m back. I started writing this months ago and it somehow turned into 5k long and no where near the end so I’ve decided to split it into two parts. It’s an AU world in which Ronnie never went to prison and has instead been married to you for 5 years. I’ve been watching both Legend and The Krays (kemp brothers version) and the depiction/story of Frances really struck me, so I’ve decided to centre this fic around her and the impact the Kray’s had on her. I’ve kept some parts of the original plot from the movies, although following a different timeline, as I feel they’re key to Frances’ story but I’ve put a little twist on them. Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 As always I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: Everyone has something to say about the Kray’s, but only you know the full story...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood

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“Serving as keeper of the Kray’s was an impossible feat. An impossible feat that always came as second nature to me. It wasn’t until Frances came along that I realised just how hard it really was.

She was a kind soul. As delicate as a dandelion swaying in the wind. A kind soul, but a troubled one nonetheless.

So often would the darkness take her. Wrapping her up in conflicted thoughts and shattered dreams. Reg didn’t make it any easier, dressing her up like a doll and parading her around for all the world to see. As soon as he slid that ring on her finger, she stopped being Frances Shea and became Reggie Kray’s wife...”

“Is that so?”

“Course it’s so. Sure as the day is long, that girl couldn’t handle being part of the Kray’s. It weren’t her fault mind, you had to be bloody barmy to put up with those two.”

“Are you calling yourself barmy, Mrs Kray?”

“Course I am. We’re all barmy really, till some man in a white coat says different. My dear Ronnie, God rest his soul, never suffered a dull moment that’s for sure. Another part of the Kray life Frances couldn’t handle. If you married Reg, you married Ron right along with him. Drove her mad it did, not that Reggie ever noticed. That’s what did it in the end, I think. Reggie never noticed...”

[Many years before]

“That’s it dear sit down, sit down. Ron get her that little stool- that’s the one. There you go, now you put your feet up and we’ll sort out the tea.”

You do as you’re told and rest your aching feet on the footstool provided, sinking back into the cushiony chair as everyone fusses over you. You’re now into your 20th week of pregnancy and every opportunity to put your feet up and relax is shamelessly exploited. It hasn’t exactly been plain sailing so far, but the time spent at home surrounded by the ones you love make up for it all.

Ron stands behind the chair, on guard for anyone that dare to touch you. Given the complications with the pregnancy Ronnie’s protectiveness had reached it’s peak or rather what you hoped was it’s peak. Despite your wilful protests it was now akin to signing a death warrant for anyone to get within a foot of you.

“Ronnie sit down! You’re putting me on edge!” you hiss.

Reluctantly he perches himself on the edge of the sofa, sticking his bottom lip out like a sulking child.

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to Violet carrying in the tea and for the first time you notice the petite young woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her hair is pruned to perfection and her clothes are as dainty as a dress up doll. With her big brown eyes and high cheek bones she is undeniably beautiful... but she is definitely new.

“Who’s this then?” You ask no one in particular. You’re quite surprised the two of you hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Oh, I’m Frances-”

“She’s with me.” Reggie cuts in and snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. She smiles sheepishly in response and tucks a non existent strand of hair behind her ear. You don’t miss the look of disapproval from Violet.

“Well then... nice to meet you.” You offer her a polite smile and decide to stop asking questions.

After an hour or so you’re feeling much more tired than you would’ve liked. One look at your face tells Ron the same thing and he is soon helping you into your coat and saying his goodbyes. It’s a short ride back to the flat but you can barely keep your eyes open, settling for resting your head on the cool windowpane as Ronnie’s hand finds your thigh.

The next thing you know he’s waking you up and helping you out. Once inside you waste no time and head straight to bed, clambering in as Ronnie makes you both tea. By the time he brings it up you’re snoring softly into the pillows. So, with a shrug of his shoulders, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in next to you. His arm settles around your ever-growing bump as your sleeping form curls into his side. Stroking it absentmindedly, a smile spreads across his lips. Images of your daughter-to-be dance through his mind, whirling and dipping perfectly in sync.

Would she have your hair? Wild curls the colour of burnt oranges and fallen leaves of autumn. Or would she have his? Smooth and silky... but boring old chocolate brown. Would hazel eyes come through? Or would she defy all odds with irises the colour of the deep blue sea? The excitement is intoxicating and the possibilities endless as they go bouncing about his head.

You were carrying a girl, he was sure of it. Everyone else says as much and he’d be lying if he said that isn’t exactly what he’s hoping for.

The comfort of your embrace wraps itself around him like a warm fluffy blanket and he is quickly lulled off to sleep.

You spend most of the next few weeks like that. You in bed, Ron joining you in between meetings and nights at the club. Soon enough though there are more good days than bad and you often find yourself strong enough to relax at Violet’s while the boys go about their business.

Today Ronnie had vowed to stay firmly by your side, supposedly irked by the ‘funny look in your eye and pale skin’ as he so elegantly put it. You sit nestled between him and Violet at the kitchen table while Frances busies herself with making the tea.

“This is so kind of you” Violet gushes. “A real treat, isn’t it?”

“Mm lovely yeah.”

You notice the complexion of the hot liquid as soon as she starts pouring it and wince for what’s surely coming next.

“Oh. No, no, Frances no, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. You go and sit with Mr Kray and I’ll sort it out.” Violet’s tone is dripping in disappointment and her face says it all...

Frances would never be good enough for her little Reggie.

She rushes off into the front room and hides herself away on the chair, oblivious to Mr Kray’s presence. Your heart went out to her; it’s not easy making your way into the Kray family.

“She can’t even make a decent cup of tea!”

“Yeah, poor Reggie, ay? It was a good effort.” Ronnie snipes, quite obviously loud enough for Frances to hear.

“Ron!” Your palm connects with his bicep and his lips part in protest but the murderous glare overtaking your features stops him dead in his tracks. “Don’t be so rude!”

“Go easy on him Y/N, he’s only stating the obvious...”

“She looks like a budgie in that dress, don’t she?” Ronnie chooses to ignore the daggers you’re shooting at him, clearly egged on by his mother’s reassurance.

“The rag-and-bone man wouldn’t pick her up if she was laying in the gutter!” Violet chuckles.

“No... oh well, Poor Reggie. I shall, um, I shall flush that.”

The mockery proves too much and Frances leaves without saying another word, the slam of the front door casting a stunned silence over the room. Staring at the now empty seat, you can’t say you blame her. Ron’s tongue was razor sharp to the untrained ear and could slice open the toughest of souls in no time at all. Violet’s could be far worse, the apple having fallen none too far from that particular tree.

Rumour has it she ran all the way home that day, rushing down the roads and stopping for no one on her way. You can’t say how true that rumour is, but more often than not the feet take on what the heart finds too much to bear.

The weeks roll by and before you know it you’ve passed 7 months. With only a couple of months left until the baby arrives, it should be a joyous time for you all. But disaster had struck, as it so often did in the chaotic gangland of the East End. Reggie’d been collared for an old warrant, the judge denied his appeal and he was to spend the last 6 months of it behind bars. He was ordered to surrender the next morning.

What should’ve been happy days quickly became solemn and with Reggie gone it was clear Frances was never going to be accepted into the family.

Spending so much time lounging in the cushiony chair you’ve laid claim to and walking the streets aimlessly for a scrap of relief as the baby makes a boxing ring out of your womb means you pick up on the things that go unmentioned by everyone else.

Frances is not happy. In fact, she’s miserable and in no way enthusiastic for the life she’d unknowingly signed up for. Reggie’s constant absence is taking its toll on the fragile woman and you aren’t sure how much more her shoulders can carry. In the months that have passed since your introduction she’s like a whole new person, in the worst way possible.

One evening you’re nestled beneath a number of blankets, engrossed in the copy of Moby Dick you’ve read a thousand times before when Ronnie comes home. He pours himself a whiskey and settles into the seat beside you bringing your legs to rest on his lap.

“Guess who I bumped into today?” He asks, completely disregarding the item already occupying your attention.

“Who?”

“Good old Frances.”

“Oh! How is she...?”

“I don’t actually know. I shouldn’t think too well though. You see I told her- and before you say anything it’s fucking true -I told her that she’s turned into a ghost, right before our eyes. Now don’t give me that look love because with the right kind of lighting I’d be able to see through her clearer than a butchers window.”

“You did not say that to her?!”

“I absolutely fucking did. Somebody had to tell her and it wasn’t very well going to be you or Reggie now was it.”

“You can’t go around saying things like that to people, they don’t tend to like it very much.”

“Princess, I don’t give a fuck what other people like. Not a single fuck in the world.”

“Don’t you think she’s sad enough already Ron? She doesn’t need you rubbing salt into the wound.”

“What I think about that right, is that Frances is so sad she doesn’t actually know what sad feels like anymore.”

While you’re not a fan of Ronnie’s way of going about things, you find it hard to disagree with him on that one.

That night laying awake in bed it isn’t the baby keeping you from sleep. Images of Frances flash through your mind and as you nibble away at your bottom lip they show no signs of stopping. With an exasperated sigh you roll yourself out of bed, the shift in weight proving more than enough to wake your sleeping husband.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t sleep. Help me with this please.”

Moving behind you he takes hold of the dressing gown you’re battling with and untangles it. Within seconds he’s holding it out for you.

Mumbling a quick ‘bastard’ you slide your arms into it and secure the belt around you. Ronnie chuckles, amused by your childlike frustration and draws you into his arms. His large hands settle over yours on your bump and he begins swaying the two of you from side to side.

“What’s up love? What is bothering you?”

“Frances.”

The swaying stops and he spins you around to face him, confusion etched onto his features.

“Frances? Has she done something? Or said something? I won’t be having that. It’s not on. Not on at all. You are a pregnant woman- my pregnant woman -I won’t be having her do anything untoward-”

“Ron stop. Stop- stop it’s okay.” Spluttering through your giggles you attempt to shut him up long enough to explain. “She hasn’t done anything to me. I’m just worried about her.”

“Worried about her? We’re all worried about her. It’s not any of our business.”

“Reggie loves her and that makes it our business. You said yourself she’s turning into a ghost. How can I sit back and watch? Just watch her fade away into the background without doing anything at all?”

“That’s easy love, you don’t watch her.”

“Ron!” You groan. “Be serious.”

“Look Y/N, you’re weeks away from giving birth, Reggie’s inside and I’m losing my fucking mind. You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about her worries n’all. Focus on you and the baby and let Reggie worry about the sanity of his woman, yeah?”

“Reggie isn’t here to worry about her and I can’t very well ignore it and do nothing Ron. It’s not right!”

“What do you suppose we do about it then love? Invite her to move in? Tell you what she can share the cot with the baby how about that.”

“Oh stop it. I don’t know what, I haven’t gotten that far yet. I do know that I’m going to do something, before it’s too late to do anything at all...”

Your plans to save the day are very quickly derailed when it becomes apparent Frances isn’t the only one lost without Reggie around. Ron is completely distraught without his twin by his side and his grip on reality loosens that bit more with every day that passes. You’re sure he’s stopped taking his medication. Heavily pregnant, you don’t have the energy to run around after him so you manage his moods as best you can when you’re with him and pray to the high heaven’s for anyone unlucky enough to cross his path when you aren’t.

Those prayers weren’t to be answered.

A few days later you’re dozing in bed when three sharp knocks shake you from your sleep. As you slowly make your way to the door the three sharp knocks sound again.

“Alright alright keep your hair on I’m coming!”

Cranky and half asleep, you fail to hide how much of an unpleasant surprise it is to find Lesley Payne on the doorstep.

“Ronnie’s not here.” You quip, hoping to end the conversation before it had even started.

“I know Ronnie’s not here. I’ve come to speak to you.” His voice is a mixture of anger and panic, his suit entirely disheveled. Tufts of hair stick up on his head suggesting he’d spent quite a lot of time pulling at it.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?”

His eyes dart around the surrounding houses and scattered neighbours along the street. “Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

Growing increasingly agitated by his elusive behaviour you grit your teeth and fold your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think so. What do you want? Ronnie would have your head on a stick if he knew you were here. I’m half tempted to tell him.”

“I’m here to tell you your husband has lost the fucking plot love. He wants me to take money out of the casino to fund some fucking pipe dream in Africa. I had him in my office today shouting the odds and throwing his weight around. Not only that he’s scaring away every customer half worth serving at the barn. I came here to warn you. He is dangerous. Put him on a tight leash and sharpish before he does damage that can’t be undone.”

Not giving you the chance to reply Payne mutters a quick goodbye and scurries off down the street. His body is hunched over his briefcase, which is held tight against his chest.

‘He’s obviously scared of something.’

You have no doubt that something is indeed Ronnie...

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bubblyani · 4 years

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‘Just For Show’

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Movie: Legend (2015)

Word Count: 6253

Rating: Mature

Requested by: @97freaknik

Summary: Upon his brother’s persuasion, Ronnie Kray dates, and marries a ‘nice’ girl, in order to cover up unsavory rumors about his sexuality. All just for show. Until feelings come knocking.

Author’s Note: Loved this story idea so much I couldn’t resist. Thank you for this. Hopefully everyone will love this! Enjoy y’all!

Light or Dark?

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you were at a sheer dilemma as you held on to two lipstick shades, comprising of light pink and dark red. Whatever color that would be painted on your lips tonight, must indeed leave an impression, deemed 'perfect and memorable’.

“You think he is taking the mick?”

A concerned voice inquired. With your eyes still in the mirror, the inquiry urged you to recall the sole reason you had difficulty deciding a simple lipstick shade in the first place.

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(A few days ago)

Regardless of the years of baking experience you had under your belt, the simplest task of carrying a cake dressed with heavy icing on a cake stand, yet proved to be your most challenging task, ever. Finally placing the stand in the countertop display, you sighed silently with relief. As you gazed at the delicious treat, along with the others next to it, you could not wait to see the lineup of customers ,eager to satisfy their sweet tooth.

“Psst! He’s here!”

You turned upon the whispers of Ethan, your cousin, who stood next to you. Being the same age as you, Ethan had been working in your family’s Bakery for years, receiving the required training until he would be ready to start his very own elsewhere.

With your eyebrows raised, you shot him a glance.

“Who’s here?”

You whispered back, quickly standing straight. He motioned his head towards the door that opened with the ring of the bell, finally revealing a figure.

A figure responsible for your heart to skip a beat every single time : Ronald Kray.

You caught your breath, attempting to suppress a smile. Your cousin sniggered in response. “What?” You hissed under your breath, giving a nudge. “How can I not? When you’re all lovestruck!” He replied, in mid-snigger. “Well, Stop it!” “Shhh!” Ethan's shushing finally made you look back front, all to see Ron walk towards the counter. You involuntarily dusted your hands off the apron. It was something you could not help but do, every time he walked in, to be exact. “Morning, Ron...”

You greeted, offering a soft smile to the well dressed man. Looking around, he merely replied with a low grunt of acknowledgment. Silence afterwards was not of any surprise. And with no further question, you quickly found yourself packing the usual order for him. Only to realize he had come alone today. What could be the reason?

The famous Kray Twins always preferred to fulfill their sweet cravings from your Bakery. And their preference had tempted the rest of the Firm to be fanatics as well. Though he was the silent one between the two, Ron certainly succeeded in capturing your attention with the least of intentions.

And with the fullest of intentions, you found yourself falling for him, deeply. In secret, of course.

Smiling, you placed the neatly wrapped treat on the counter before him.

“Lemon Drizzle Cake...just the way you like it” You said, certain those will be only words you will need to spare for him that day. “Hmm...” Ron grunted, his gloved hand grabbing it slowly. And just as always, you expected him to turn.You expected to indulge the view of his broad back as he slowly walked away. As always, you expected to be grateful for even seeing him again for a mere few seconds.

Except, he defied all your expectations.

"Y/N?" “Y-yes?” You stuttered, surprised by the timbre of his deep voice when he uttered your name. You watched him take a deep breath, his eyes still on the cake.

“Would you like to…" he began, looking at you, "....go out with me?"

You swore no trace of breath was left in your body.

That query seemed completely ludicrous, exiting the lips of someone such as Ron Kray. Yet for you, it was heavenly music to your ears.

And when heavenly music played, who would not want to sing with joy?

“Yes…” You replied mindlessly, all to your cousin's surprise.

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(Present)

“Oi!” The snap of Ethan’s fingers forced you to return to the present. “Where were you off to?” He asked, with raised eyebrows. With the lipstick pressed against your lips, you smirked. “I’m sorry…” you replied, “….you were saying?” “I was saying…” Giving you a quizzical look, Ethan continued, “Do you think he was taking the mick?” Concern still evident in his tone.

After the entire recollection, all you could do was smile to yourself. And given the dark red shade that ended up on your lips, your heart seemed to have already decided.

“Honestly, I don’t know…” you said, “Only one way to find out, hmm?”

‘Cool and unaffected’ may have been your exterior. But only you were the witness to your excited self who jumped up and down on the inside.

A man you adored finally wanted to take you out.

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The last long note of the jazz trumpeter was responsible for the storm of applause that emerged in the club, and you certainly were a willing contributor. Though your hands had turned red from the the chaos of the claps, the smile on your face did not seem to fade away. Offering a standing ovation to the musicians on stage, your response seemed to attract the attention of the other customers as well.

“Jazz tickles your fancy, innit?”   Ron Kray asked, causing you to sit down shyly. “I admit, it does” smiling, you replied with honesty. “What about boxing?” He continued, “Do you like boxing?”

What was this? A questionnaire, a survey? Was he ticking off certain invisible criteria that you had not laid eyes on? Regardless, you found it all so amusing. Chuckling, you crossed your leg over the other.

“Thanks to me Dad, I do…” You said, straightening your back, “Although he won’t let me attend any games…” you added, looking around with wonder. Esmeralda’s Barn was as amazing as you had imagined it to be, and more. Your eyes did not fail to sparkle from the moment you set foot in this venue, for all that existed, really seemed to posses a touch of glitter.

“This is a really nice club…” You said, looking over to Ron with a smile. With no words in reply, he raised his glass of champagne to you. Inviting you to raise yours in turn. Though conversation was not of the expected frequency, you were enjoying the night with him.

“Well...Hello Hello! What have we here?”

Reggie Kray was full of smiles and cheers, making his way over to your table with a few from the Firm. You were certainly surprised to see how all of them were quite joyous to find you there with Ron. As the chairs were dragged with screeches, a mini party was suddenly held at the comfort of your own table.

Time flew by gloriously. In the midst of sipping champagne, you eagerly listened to stories told by the Krays, and even some others from the Firm. Stories, that were mostly unfiltered. Nevertheless, they all caused you to laugh so wholeheartedly, even the sides of your stomach began to ache. The jazz music, the stories, the company, all the bare necessities to fill you with happiness. Seeing Ron smile with his mates was definitely a highlight of the evening. If only you could have been responsible for a feat as amazing as that was. If only.

When the Firm finally left the two of you alone, you were in the midst of laughter, hitting the table hard with your eyes closed, upon remembering the dirty joke Reggie uttered a few seconds beforehand.

“Oh!…” you breathed, recovering from the laughter, “I am having such a blast” you said with all honesty, waving to the others before turning to Ron, “Thank you…” you told him, presenting the most genuine smile you could ever portray, as you calmed down to watch the performance on stage.

It was certainly an evening you hoped to remember. Granted, you would have preferred more intimacy with the man sitting next to you. But you did not wish to complain. Not about Ronnie Kray. Being at his presence was a gift itself. The sound of the empty glass landing on the table firmly made you look back at the Kray Twin.Why would he gulp down such a fine brand of champagne in one setting?

“Y/N…” “Yes?” You replied, as you indulged in your own champagne.

 “Will you marry me?”

Spitting out the alcohol in a flash, you looked at him with wide eyes, and a dropped jaw.

“W-WHAT?”

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With the Kray Twins claiming the title of Royalty in East End, a scandalous story about them hitting the papers was certainly a stain that was hard to wash off.

Ever since the story of the sex party scandal came to light, featuring popular figures such as Lord Boothby, the curiousity about the sexuality of Ronald Kray had garnered more attention. Along with that, Business with the current clients, found itself to be difficult to be built up, or even being carried on. Awfully desperate to wipe this slate clean, Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne had but one solution.

“Are you out of your FUCKING minds?”  Ron Kray’s reaction was simply justified, especially when their solution, was for him to marry a ‘nice girl’. Marry? And to a woman? Rubbing his chin, Reggie looked at his brother.

“Just think about it, Ron…” he said, his hands resting on his hips, “Or else people are going to talk…” “Business ain’t going to be good for us, Ronnie” Leslie added coolly, blowing smoke as he held on to his his cigarette. Looking around at the only two occupants in the pub, E.Pellicci on a Tuesday afternoon, Ron pointed his fork at his twin. “Reg, you’re my brother…” he muttered deeply, “You know better that I never hide my preference…”

“And as your brother…” Reggie said, sitting in front of him, “I know better to have your back before things go fuckin south…yeah?” He added, “Come on! It’s not like you have to fall in love with her…” he smiled, patting Ron’s shoulder “It’s all just for show…”

Looking at one another, a silent conversation had suddenly begun, a silent negotiation more like. Or perhaps was it an eager salesman trying to make a sell to the difficult customer?

Finally, Ron sighed, grunting in acknowledgement. He seemed to have given up. Feeling victorious, Reggie and Leslie nodded at each other with relief.

“You have someone in mind?” Ron asked casually, resuming to pick at his Eggs Benedict with his fork.

Looking at his brother proudly, Reggie smirked. For he was eager to share his grand plan.

The grand plan that involved their favorite Bakery.

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Relieved you were to have saved your best nightgown for a night such as this one. Your wedding night, to be exact.

Tracing the material with your fingers, you permitted the silk to caress your skin whilst you brushed your loose hair. With Ron still in the bathroom, you had some time to reflect on the whirlwind adventure you had experienced. All in just one week.

Just when the idea of a date seemed ludicrous, a proposal from Ronald Kray was simply unimaginable. He made some fair points, you would admit. How he 'loved you’, and how he ‘wanted no one else but you’. Truthfully, his tone may have seemed monotonous, it could have easily been a tad bit insincere, yet you were certain that was only because he was not like everyone else. For a different aura existed within him, and that being one of the primary reasons you adored him. Some attractions in life could never be explained.

Besides, with you hopelessly in love with him for almost a year, there was no trace of hesitation when you accepted it. Your family did not seem to mind whatsoever. With the Krays and the Firm showing their loyalty to the Bakery, your parents never felt safer and more proud. No wonder you had no difficulty loving Ron Kray all this time. For everything seemed to make complete sense. He may not be the most expressive man on the planet. But that did not bother you, not even the slightest. Confident you were to pull out something new from him. You had never been this certain about anything in your entire life.

The wedding, it was simple yet lovely, including all that you ever hoped for. There was music, there was laughter and there was company at its warmest. The Firm may intimidate the others, but in your eyes, they were the epitome of sincere friendship and family.Just married for a few hours and yet all of them felt like brethren to you.

You jumped out of your thoughts the moment Ron cleared his throat. Coming out of the bathroom, he managed to look robust even in his pajamas.

“Sorry about that…” He said, embarrassingly. Being inside the bathroom for quite a long time, the apology did not seem shocking. You shook your head slowly.

“It’s fine…” You said, as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly walking over, you joined right next to him. You felt giddy, empathizing with a teenager hoping to catch the attention of her senior classmate.

Silence took center stage for brief moment. Almost to the point it grew awkward. You felt your breath quicken in silence as your heartbeat increased along with it. You found it difficult to gain control. But fortunately, Ron began to speak.

“Many people think Reggie is the more beautiful one …” He said, “Do you agree?” He asked, turning his head to face you. With his glasses still on and his hair slicked back, Ron certainly looked too formal for bed. With your eyes on him, you took a deep breath, finally calming down thanks to his inquiry. A proper distraction.

“Well, I won’t lie…” you began, “Reggie is beautiful…” Ron sighed, “Eh…” as if this was no surprise. “And so are you…” You added, with an extra dose of affection. Which made him look back at you with shock.

“Yeah?You think so?” His query was sincere, to which you nodded, chuckling.  “Of course…” you giggled, “Why else would I say yes to you?”

Your heart sang when you heard him chuckle in return. It was very rare, his chuckle. A chuckle only heard when the others in the Firm jested. Only then did he chuckle. Until now.

Feeling the softness of the bed on your fingers, you were even more convinced he was not really ready for bed. You wanted him to loosen up. Inching closer, the distance between the two of you finally closed. Suddenly, you felt so brave. Brave enough to make an impression on the feared Kray Twin: your now-husband.

Ron did not flinch when you took his glasses off, for you were as delicate as you could be with it. Neither did he move an inch when your fingers began to affectionately stroke his head, stealthily digging into his hair, pulling his locks out of the constraints of his hair wax. Tonight and for always, he was to be yours, and you were overjoyed.

With his hair falling on the sides of his face, it came to your realization as to how handsome he really was. He was quite underrated, to be honest.

Your eyes quickly fell on to his lips. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, those lips had driven you mad. Lips that could enslave a thousand if needed. You knew for certain of their softness, you had an inkling they were luscious. All you needed was proof.   Frustration came over you when he kissed you at the ceremony for the first time. Being in the presence of many, the kiss was short. Too short, to be exact. You wondered if he was just shy. Many a doubts came to mind, yet you were too quick to dismiss them. Why would he marry you if not for love? You had no wealth nor mafia connections. So indeed for love, yes?  Staring at his lips for too long, you felt your heartbeat increase with urgency. You were hungry. With your hands still in his hair, you leaned forward for a taste. Until you felt him grab you by the shoulders, pushing you into bed. With grunts and growls that exited his lips, you realized his preference for lovemaking: Rough.

You gasped when he surprised by climbing on top of you. Pulling down his pajama bottoms in a flash, he rubbed his manhood with intensity whilst spreading your legs wide open, causing your eyes to widen as well. No, not yet! Not this ways!  “Ronnie Wait!" you cried, " I’m still a virg-”

Your own words were cut off by a loud cry of surprise, feeling your inner lining break with a sharp pain as his shaft finally entered you, for the first time, ever. With your eyes closed, you tried to handle the pain, that disappeared soon afterwards.  “You’re a…?” Ron croaked, finally realizing the depth of his actions. You nodded slowly. To your surprise, you found the tone of his eyes change. It grew into something that could even be considered sad. Or regretful. That was when you felt your heart melt. What you thought you would get cross, you could not, you did not. All because you loved him too much.   Cupping his face so delicately, there were so much you longed to say. Certainly, this was not the best way for a virgin to experience sex. Yet, this was life. But when you cupped his face, you had other agendas at heart. What could those lips offer you?

With his attention tightly held on to, you moved close, finally kissing him the proper way.

You cherished it, every second. At first, it was a peck, innocent and sweet. With the longer peck, followed increased affection that was motivated with every touch. Being braver, you proceeded to lick his lips, only to place your lips over his once again, kissing him with added pressure, longer than before. Only then, only then did you feel his own lips kiss you back. With his equal reciprocation, it was possibly the best kiss you ever experienced. Moving your hands over to his head, you encouraged the kiss to deepen, moaning into his mouth, as he began to rhythmically move inside you once again.

No clothes were in need of disrobing. Not tonight. For the priority was met. Vulnerabilities were disrobed instead of clothes. Intimacy was displayed instead of the bare frame. You moved along with him, and he was wonderful, fitting so well within you. Pleasure was felt to the core. And to your relief, the kisses did not end so soon. Stealing long, expressive kisses here and there, Ron Kray made love to you until finally the release was met. Groaning, he fell on to the bed right to you.

As you brought your legs together, you felt a sense of wetness in between your thighs. With a swift stroke, your eyes widened by the sight of blood on your fingers.

“Where are you off to?” Ron asked, as you slowly attempted to get off the bed. “Uh….” you struggled, looking at him shyly, ‘The blood…” you said, motioning to the bottom part of the bedsheet stained with red, “Need to clean ‘em off…I-Ah!” But you were far from it, especially when you were pulled back into it by Ron. Ending up in his arms that wrapped your frame, you rested on you elbows, looking at him confusingly, only to be met with his long kiss.   “No rush…” He grunted coolly, bringing you to his chest, “No rush…”

Pleased by your husband's wishes, you complied, savoring the softness and warmth he had surprisingly brought to you.

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“So?..Did you get it over with?”

Reggie asked, the very next morning when Ron made his visit to the E.Pellicci. Sipping on his tea, Ron merely grunted in acknowledgement. Little did he know of the growing curiosity of Reggie Kray and Leslie Payne in regards to the juicy details of the wedding night. Given his usual displeasure in women, they were indeed quite curious about this particular woman.   “And...How was it?” Reggie was persistent. Looking up from his cup, Ron found himself staring into the distance. “You know what?" he said, " It wasn’t half bad…She…" he paused, bringing his hand up , "....she is an interesting one”   “Is she now?” Leslie asked, chuckling with amusement, "So will there be more that interesting one then?" "Fuck off!" Albert Donoghue’s sudden appearance in the pub caused the trio to quieten with concern. “Reg, Ron…Heads up!” he muttered, as the pub doors swung open dramatically. Along with its dramatic swing, came in a group of men, wielding nothing but iron pipes and shameless grins.

“Congratulations Ron Kray!” One of them called out loudly, “The Richardsons would like to give a little…wedding present…”

Gang wars. What’s there to be said?

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You sighed, sitting comfortably on the sofa, as you continued to apply the medicine over Ronnie’s hand. Just a small brawl, Reggie said, when he brought his brother back home to you. One day after the wedding and you already were forced to face this. Helping you realize all that you were to anticipate in the near future. All as the wife of Ronnie Kray.   “So…will this be something usual?” You asked, making him throw you a look, “Just for future reference…” you added defensively. Ronnie looked back at his bruised knuckles.

“Every job has its challenges, yeah?” He began, as you nodded, “I suppose these are mine…” he added, “…and more…” You chuckled. It was clear when you married him, you married everything about him. So who were you to judge? “Well said, Mr. Kray” you smirked as you were quite impressed, “There! All done…” you said, staring at his cleaned bruises as you slowly got up, “I’ll just… make you some tea and-Ah!”

He was always the surprise, pulling you back to him. Ever so comfortably, you ended up on his lap. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he brought you closer, making you blush.

“Would you mind just…staying like this?” Ron asked, his tone filled with shyness, all the while looking at you. His words made your eyes warm. And also your heart.

“I would love to…” you said, blushing harder when he took your chin to kiss you. Long and quiet, the kiss was proficient enough to convey enough to your heart and soul.  “Y/N?” “Hmm?” you hummed, still drunk by his kiss. Pressing his lips together, he inhaled softly. “Do you like…poetry?” Ron asked all the sudden. You could reply with nothing but your bright smile.

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“Oh darling, these are just wonderful…” Violet Kray, mother of the Kray Twins cried with joy as she accepted the basket, filled with warm Loaves of French Baguettes. All from her daughter-in-law.  “Straight from the oven, Mrs. Kray” She said with pride. Violet scoffed.

“Don’t you dare be so formal, love. Call me Mum…” The matriarch replied, bringing the young woman to an embrace.

“I will, Mum”

All this Ronnie Kray watched, with a surprising sense of satisfaction. The fact that his wife won his mother's heart was definitely a good sign. And as days and weeks went by, Ronnie Kray was coming to terms with what an amazing woman he was forced to marry into.With the fascination of a woman and a man combined, her interests were beyond incredible, fit to make conversation with simply anyone in the Firm. He certainly had judged her too fast before. Just because she worked at a baker, did not mean she was not interesting or amazing.

Apart from conversation, she was sexually surprising as well. Never did Ronnie imagine to feel a sense of pleasure that was never experienced before. And besides the pleasure, he felt love. Although he had more preference to men earlier, the aura she had given out in the bedroom was what he could not get enough of. Sex with her was just as exciting as sex with a man. With a colorful imagination, she made sure every time to be as unforgettable as the one before.

Watching a somber or serious news telecast would never be boring with her sitting on his lap. Especially when his erect and hungry shaft was buried inside her as she moved in steady rhythm. Holding his head securely, with his face pressed against her neck, he watched her moan, all the while she made her way up and down on his shaft. Impressed he was with her eagerness to be so open minded, even urging his hands to roam around her frame as she unbuttoned her dress from the front. All so that his hands could touch, pull, pinch, tickle and caress every inch of her skin as he pleased while she moved.

“Never knew you had this side to you…” Ron breathed, to which she looked at him.  “Well, you never asked, Mr. Kray…” she purred, crying out in pleasure soon after, as he tugged her erect nipples.

And before knew it, Ronnie Kray had more appreciation for the female anatomy than ever before. Ever since then, he would spontaneously show off his appreciation with his lips more than ever. The simple favor of undoing an apron may have gone further, merely triggered by the sight of her bare neck, forcing him to unzip her dress, only to let it fall to the floor. All the while he held her, as he took his sweet time, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her skin that his eyes could trace. And with her gratuitous moans and cries filling his ears, he had never felt so proud.

Ever since the wedding, Ron visited the E.Pellicci less. But whenever he did, the pub was filled with cheer.

"We hardly see you anymore, Ron!" “Probably too busy getting hands on with his new Missus!” “Or maybe even busy training her to stay out of his way…” “No! No! He really seems to like her…” "Bugger off, you cheeky fuckers!" Ron would say, with a cigar between his teeth, laughing alongside the mates. All the mates who laughed. All except Teddy Smith.

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You watched the Firm gather around Teddy, all with champagne glasses in hand. "Happy Birthday, Mad Teddy!" Ronnie cried out on behalf of all at Esmeralda's Barn, "May you be as mad as ever!" "To TEDDY!" All cried with cheers.

Teddy Smith flashed his brightest smile. You clapped your hardest, watching the Firm sing their songs of camaraderie. This really should have been just the boys. Why on earth would Ron bring you here?

"I would just ruin the whole mood" you remembered telling him, whilst putting on the earrings a few hours ago. "Fucking nonsense!" he said, as you turned to fix his tie, "The Firm loves you..." he stated as you finished, “Besides… who doesn't want to show you off?" he teased, forcing you to playfully smack his shoulder.

Smiling to oneself at that recollection, you headed towards the restroom while your ears were enlightened by jazz musicians who played on stage. Too much champagne had you running off to the loo even before 11pm. But before you could enter the ladies room, you felt someone stand behind you.   “Enjoying the party?”

Teddy asked, making you turn to him. You smiled widely. “Oh yes, very much…" you said, "Happy Birthday again Teddy!” you clasped your hands together with a sincere wish. He was the adorable brother you never had.

Except he merely scoffed with disgust.   “You think you have all of us figured out, aye?” He asked, displeasure very evident in his tone. Confused, your eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Taking one more step towards you, he folded his arms.

“Do you really think the great Ronnie Kray…married you, for love?”

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With your pulse running high, you quickly turned on the sink tap in the ladies washroom, letting the water run as you moistened the mouth with some. You hoped it would calm you down, but it did not.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you watched yourself take deep breaths. Each breath in a dire need to to help you take in the information you just received from Teddy.

Also known as the truth.

He disclosed it all, Reggie’s desperate plan to save his brother's reputation, and how that plan mainly included marrying you. Rumors of his bisexuality you were familiar with, yet you never expected that to be true. Not after everything you had experienced with him. And you did not expect to hear all of that from Teddy, the man who claimed to be Ronnie's former lover.   “You’re nothing but a bloody cover up…” You remembered him saying. Chuckling with pride, he continued to taunt you: “How do you know where on earth he fuckin ends up, after you fall asleep?” he continued, “Face it, love! You’re nothing but a public please-”

“Stop it!” You cried out, covering your ears with an innocent plea, storming into the Ladies Room. Bringing you back to where you were now.

A fool, You felt like a fool. How could you have been so blind? You should have not come here. You should not have said yes to anything Ronnie had asked of you. More importantly, You should not have loved him in the first place.

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He always had her in his sights, no matter how busy he was with the Firm in the party. With her been in the loo for too long, Ronnie was getting impatient.

The moment she was within his sights he felt relief, except that was robbed from him once again when he watched her leave the club with a possible look of dejection.

It worried him, infuriatingly. He followed her, tried to at least through the crowds in the club. And Teddy Smith was the biggest hurdle of all, bumping into him as he came from the same corner as she did.   “Why is she leaving?” Ron asked him. Teddy however, was silent, enraging Ronnie even further, “Answer my fuckin question!”,he said, pulling him by the collar. Teddy however looked far from upset.

“Cause she doesn’t belong here…" he said, "...she never belonged with us, Ronnie…” he added with dedication, “Forget about her…” his breath felt seductive, running his hands over his clothed chest. Ron was immune to it surprisingly. He was far from aroused.

“You fucking bastard!” He yelled, pushing him away, “I’ll get you next time!” pointing at him, “Wankers!” Ronnie cried out, leaving the club. Passing him by, Reggie appeared quite confused.  “Ron…what’s going on?” He called out to his brother, who clearly ignored him. Reggie turned to Teddy, finally sensing the reason for this contradiction. Shaking his head, Reggie Kray sighed. “Teddy, …the fuck did you do, mate?”

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“Come on! Come on!” You prayed, turning the dial of the numbers frantically as you stood inside the telephone box. You hoped someone would answer your call, you hoped someone would come to pick you up. But your hopes were in no luck for consideration. “FUCK!” You yelled at the phone frustratingly. Clearly, it was not like you to swear like this in the open. Has his habits rubbed off on you?

“Y/N!”

And just like that, you turned to find Ronnie standing outside the booth. “No!" you shook your head immediately, "Go! Leave me alone!” you cried out, putting the phone down. “Y/N…” Ronnie began, “What the bloody hell you doing?” “Avoiding you, that’s what!” You snapped.  “Let me in…” he demanded. “No! “Let…me…in” his demands were repeated, through gritted teeth, leaving pause with each word, which truthfully scared you. Left with no choice, you opened the door, allowing him to enter, and lock it right behind him.

With such little space between the two, you felt uncomfortable for the very first time. If it were a mere few days ago, you would be finding any excuse to be wrapped around him, just to listen to him grunt, to listen to him moan, to listen to him chuckle.

“What did Teddy tell you?” He inquired in seriousness. Averting your gaze, you kept silent for a few seconds before you finally answered: “The truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth…” “Never knew you could be snarky” “Well, you never asked…”

Your banter with him, it was such a lovely surprise. Which made this even more disappointing.

“I’m not even angry…I’m..." you paused, "I'm hurt” you said, feeling your nose grow sour, “I may not be smart as any of you. But I'm no fool…” you added, involuntarily sniffing, “I’m not foolish enough to stand by when someone plays with my emotions” with your hands on your hips, you tried to gather your self, “I don’t…I don’t think anyone has ever loved you the way I did" you said, making Ronnie open his mouth slowly, “It was silent, but it was strong. For many years. I never cared that you were a gangster, I never even cared of the other foul things they said about you.” you continued, “But if you were to tell me, this was all just for show and nothing…was ever…real-I…I don’t understand” you struggled, taking a step closer to him, his cigar smell strong in his coat, “Was none of it real?” you asked, “Our conversations? Our kisses?" you paused, taking a deep breath, "... Every single time we made love…Were they not real?”

A single tear trickled down your cheek by the end of that question. And with your question, you expected a well deserved answer. You think you earned it after all this. Yet, Ronnie did not answer. Staring at you, he merely stood there pondering. Disappointed, you did not know how to cope with this. Sighing symbolized your surrender, and you turned to leave with a heavy heart.

Until he grabbed your wrist with a grip hard as iron.   “If you know me well.…" he began slowly, "You would know very well that I am a difficult man to deal with” he said softly, yet he remained feared. You gulped, not knowing what to anticipate. However, his grip loosened soon after. Instead he held your hand gently.   “You're right..." He began, “It was just for show, yes. In the beginning. At the bakery, at the jazz club…” he said, making your stomach clench, “I had to, it was the plan…”

So that was it, It was the truth. You were being strung along all just for show. Your feelings felt used, like a wet cloth being wrung so tight there was no water left.

“But not anymore…” Your eyes widened upon hearing his words. Looking up, he looked at you. His hold on you tightened, yet not with pain. But warmth instead.

“I…” he paused, “...I think I love you" he gulped, "And I don’t want to lose you…ever” he said, tracing his tone to comprise of softness and vulnerability. A thick liquid of warmth began to pour down on to your heart. You wanted to accept it wholeheartedly, except it was blocked by a lid of doubt.   “What about Teddy?" you asked coldly.  “Oh! He’s a jealous faggot! But he means well…” Ronnie said in a matter of fact tone, forcing you laugh out loud. He certainly could make you smile always. That Ronnie Kray.   “He loves you, I can tell…” you said, feeling envious to the core.  “Well, it’s a pity now…” Ronnie said, driving that jealousy away. Yet you were still not convinced. "How can I believe you?" You inquired, still realizing your hand was being held, "How can I sure absolutely sur-“

Your words were cut off when Ronnie Kray pulled you to him for a passionate kiss. And your lips did not hesitate to hold back at all. Though your mind was the provider of that lid of doubt, your heart was the one pouring that warmth, and it seemed like it was stronger. Lips were happy to be reunited once again, opening to each other so that the tongues could play their usual dance. You moaned involuntarily as you felt his hands grab you by the buttocks, pulling them up whilst you both kissed. But your mind was not impressed, not yet. This was just too easy.  "Ronnie..." you said, pulling away, “..that's just cheap-”

"This! This is what I want...for the rest of my fucking life..." he snarled, but with meaning, "I may get arrested, I may even go to fucking jail..” he said, "But this…” he paused, “I don't want this to change. Ever" Positively moved, you chuckled. “Well said, Mr. Kray”

You admitted, lips not holding back when Ronnie fully kissed you once again. Never did you expect a man like Ronnie Kray to be this way.

As he kept kissing you with all his heart, you wondered. Did you really pull something out of him to change? Would a better version of himself be a possibility because of you? For the moment, none of that really mattered.

For all you needed to remember was your love for him. And from tonight onwards, his love for you.

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Violent Delights

Chapter 2

Warnings: Still none? Oops.

Word count: 2,018

Note: I’m a little stupid and managed to lose this chapter twice... so like, I wrote this three times, I’m jut sick of it :))) may be a little all over the place. Not sure how well I’ve got across what I wanted... the last time typing this was a drag...

I feel the need to point out that real life Ronnie was bi, so there’s that... also married a few times?

The night was spent twisting and turning in her bed. She told herself for a moment it was because of the full moon, shining through the windows, but there was no reason to lie like that. Her mind was truly infested with thoughts of the man at the bar, from his fingers that were wrapped on his glass and the way they would look on her skin, to those plump lips of his. Would they be soft, or as hard as the rest of him looked? And his eyes! Damn those eyes, piercing through her until they reached her very naked soul.

She groaned and rolled on her stomach, shoving her face in the pillow. She wondered what would have happened had she stayed just a little bit longer. Would have he approached her? Or wait for her to reach him, pull her into his lap, his hand not discretely at all going under her rolled up dress, along her outer thigh. Sleep hadn't come easy that night.

She was not stupid, she knew who the man was. Anyone who lived in East End London for a couple of month like her would have heard something, anything, about the Kray twins. Some of her neighbors have even met them. Most of the stories weren't pretty though, but that was quite alright, wasn't it? She didn't fancy pretty, she ran away from it. The only thing she was weary about was the persistent rumor that he may not have been entirely into women. Could have she completely misunderstood that look he had given her? It was quite possible his eyes hadn't been on her, but on a young man who may have been seated just behind her, old lovers sharing an all-consuming glance. She might have been just an unwanted spectator, caught in the burning flame of their passion, only to be left behind, ever yearning to bask into that warmth again. At least once more!

There was no way of separating truth from fiction, though there was one thing most agreed upon: Reggie had a heart of gold while Ronnie had no heart at all. And she had known instantly under which brother's stare she had been under, be it from the glasses he was wearing or the fact she had seen Reggie once before, when Ron had been still in prison.

Prison!

She looked at her reflection in her small vanity, already setting her makeup for the night; heavy on the lashes to make her eyes bigger. What was wrong with her? On that afternoon she came to a revelation, a truth she had already known deep down, but didn't want to acknowledge: she was drawn to danger and it was not alright at all. But she couldn't help it. The thought that life wasn't a set of domino pieces, fated to perfectly fall one onto another with precision was intoxicating, it was like pure adrenaline pumped into her veins, instantly painting her small world in vibrant colors. Life wasn't perfect, it had ups and downs, beauty and filth, both equally important.

But these were criminals -gangsters - not some handsoe bad boys who could only hurt her pride by cheating. She liked to think she was fairly smart, and while not as beautiful as those Hollywood babes everyone was raving about, she was at least pretty. Still, she doubted her ability to talk or flirt her way out of a messy situation if any of the powerful men at the club would consider her a nuisance. She could turn up dead come morning, body left somewhere in a ditch, her killer never to be found. 'Such a shame. If only she hadn't left her home town', he papers would read.

So was the high worth the risk?

She slipped into the red dress with ease, the garment now new, but the perfect combination of classy and hot: hem barely passing her knees, long sleeves, but bare back, her favorite style. The problem with that kind of danger was that it was a bit like falling airplanes... or cancer. It was something very scary and very real, that you didn't quite take seriously until it was happening to you. People still traveled by plane and most did little to prevent the disease without reason. She gave herself one last look into the mirror she was ready for the night. Puling a coat over her shoulders and grabbing her purse, Trudy left her apartment with haste, before she could change her mind the millionth time that day.

The air was colder than the night before, a chill running down her spine despite her coat. Each step brought her closer to the club and with each step the excitement was bubbling more and more inside her. Questions were forming and were already replaced with new ones before she could find an answer to any. Would he even be there two nights in a row? If he was, should she approach him? Was that allowed? Should she try being flirty or try the blushing bride card? Just be herself? First things first, she needed a drink.

Ron had put together all there was about the woman by noon, with the help of Teddy. There wasn't much to her: average family, if only slightly above. Father was a war hero, retiring with a nice amount of money, but nowhere near the toppers in London. Mother was the picture perfect brunch-throwing house wife. An older brother, up to make a name for himself as a doctor. A younger sister still in college.

And then there was her, Trudy Walters, small town girl and middle sibling. Average grades in college, average job, set to marry an average guy. No wonder the poor thing ran away and never looked back, her brain was turning to mush from all the boredom. He flipped another page of the file he'd put together, skipping the information of her current whereabouts, address and workplace, his eyes landing on the picture clipped on the corner. She didn't look much, yet there was just something about her that made his thumb caress the black and white cheek.

"Personally, I don't see what's the fuss about her, Ron." Teddy glanced over his shoulder, his usual chipper voice laced with something else. He had the illogical urge to hide the photo away, despite the younger man being the one to have acquired it in the first place. Those pills they were making him take were surely at fault for his inconsistent behavior.

"I want her." The words slipped his tongue without regard and he cursed himself for revealing something so personal, even if it was just to Teddy. Stupid pills!

"Go get her then."

Ron lifted his eyes towards the bar where Teddy had gestured to, and sure enough there she was, almost as if pulled out of the picture, yet infinity more beautiful. That red dress, somehow proper yet still teasing. He wasted little time thinking his next move as he pounced towards his prey, but once before her, he faltered. He was not as charming as Reggie, nor nearly as handsome. Why would a woman like her accept to talk to the likes of him?

"Hello." Never had the greeting sounded more sinful from any lips, he was sure of it. He had the mind to bend her right there over the bar counter and slam right in her. He had to settle for just sitting in the newly vacated chair, the bloke previously there scurrying away when met with Ron's glare. The woman watched him from between her long lashes, waiting for him to reply. What would Reggie say to a pretty thing like her?

"You look lovely."

"And you look dangerous." Despite the accusation, there was still a smile playing on her red lips. "So what does the notorious Ronald Kray want with little ol' me?" 'Make you scream my name while the entire club watches' was the first thought that came to mind. But the way she said his name gave a momentary pause to the lewd images in his head.

"Ah, so you do know who I am."

"And you know who I am from the looks of it." She tapped a manicured finger on the file he hadn't realized he'd brought along. "Should I be scared, mister Kray?"

"Are you scared, miss Walters?" There was a small pause, the corners of her lips straightening just slightly as she thought it through. Her voice came out low, barely a whisper, the last word turning out into more of a gasp than anything else. It sounded divine.

"A little bit, yeah."

"Good, good. It would have been worrisome if you weren't." He had to look away from her, feeling his restraint weakening. Their mum raised both him and Reggie to be gentlemen, but she was so fucking tempting. Not his usual preference, but she wouldn't have been the first woman he had been attracted to, nor the last. Men were just a little harder to break and he did enjoy a challenge. Her voice brought him back to attention, but he still didn't look at her as he signaled the bartender for his usual drink.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know a whole lot about me, yet all I know is your name."

"What would you like to know?"

"Do you enjoy being a gangster?" There was no need to think about the answer, but he did pause. For someone who knew only his name, she sure asked all the wrong questions.

"Fucking love it." She giggled, and it sounded loudly in hie ears, over the music. She had a nice voice, he decided. It was soft and calm, just like the rest of her looked like. She'd break so easily under him, like porcelain.

"Honest, I like that. You should not have to hide who you truly are for anyone, right?" At that, he sharply turned to look at her again, her words burning deep inside his mind. She jumped slightly in her chair as he caught her staring at his lips, her eyes falling on her lap. He smiled a little, as he continued watching her squirm in her chair under his gaze: the way she crossed her legs, the damn dress caught in the motion revealing a bit more skin, her delicate looking hand brushing her hair behind her ear, her cheek flustered red, so much prettier than in the photo. He might have just pulled her to him, hadn't they been interrupted.

"The meeting is starting in the back. Reg is looking for you." Teddy was besides them before he had a chance to reply anything to the woman. Ron considered being late to the damn thing, but how could he let Reggie face those jackals alone? He was entirely too trusting, his brother. He thought of leaving her there at the bar until the meeting was over, but there was no knowing how long or how well it would go. He found himself once more wondering what his twin would have done.

"Right, Teddy, will you see miss Walters gets home alright?" If he had anything against it, the boy didn't show it. If anything, he looked a little smug.

"Sure, Ron. Come on, darling." She got up without question or complaint and without meeting his eyes. His jaw clenched as she walked past him and he thought she wasn't even going go bid him farewell. But she stopped just within arm's reach and turned, her warm doe like eyes pinning him like daggers.

"Until tomorrow then, mister Kray." And then she left the club with Teddy, but for some reason still popped into Ron's thoughts. He wasn't sure how much of the discussion he followed that night, but made a mental note to talk with Reggie about those pills messing with his mind.

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hardyimagines · 6 years

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Part 1 — Gangster Prince

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It’s the 1960’s. Reggie and Ron Kray rule London and unluckily for you, your brother. Reggie is more than happy to help you, a young girl living at home with her abusive mother, and your brother move elsewhere. Ron isn’t very fond of you at first, but it takes a little while for him to come around. Read below to see where the story goes!

Warnings: punishment and swearing

Word count: 3.2k

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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It was a cool night in November as you walked down the empty street. Your high heels clicked angrily against the cobblestone, eyes flashing with fury. You didn’t understand why you were always sent out to retrieve your brother when he didn’t come home right after work. Your mother always warned you to ‘stay near the streetlights’ because apparently the lighting would protect you from harm, but sending you out this late at night? She was fucking crazy. You scoffed under your breath as her words echoed in the air. London’s weather had been varying lately, so as the harsh wind whipped around you, you shivered visibly. A coat had been the last thing on your mind when your mother shoved your bedroom door open and told you to go get your older sibling. She didn’t give you much choice on the matter. You wrapped your arms around your form and tried desperately to rub some warmth back into your cold skin.

You’d been lounging on the floor in your bedroom prior to this freezing walk. Your stomach was pressed against the purple rug, pen dangling loosely between your fingertips as you gnawed gently on the end. Memorizing the entirety of prescription pills, organs, illnesses, and treatments was already something difficult for anybody to do, but when you had a mother that seemed much more focused on her PRECIOUS son, your desire to be a nurse didn’t matter to her. Your ankles hung in the air, folded together as you memorized the sheet in front of you consisting of the necessary actions to take for certain injuries. The record player in the corner had been playing at a low volume, not enough to distract you, just enough so that you weren’t drowning in the silence. You’d heard the loud thud from the soles of her boots beating against the old, creaky steps so you prepared yourself for the intrusion, leaning over to halt the record. Kneeling up and away from your studies, the cracked white door was slung open roughly and your mother stepped forward, into the doorway. She was thin. Her skin wrinkled like raisins and her voice was croaky like a toad. She had her blonde hair drawn back and out of her face, wrapped in blue hair curlers. You watched the cigarette smoke escape from between her lips before she pointed the lit stick at you. “Charles has no sense of time. I’m not going out there, so you get your ass down to that club and bring him home.” You stared up at the woman in confusion, hands planting firmly against your knees as you remained on the floor. You were six years younger than your brother. “It’s not safe out there this late at night, mum.” She was quick to talk back. “Oh, hush, don’t fuss. Go find Charles, I’m sure the Krays are keeping him around to do god knows what and I can’t have THIS in my family, I won’t tolerate it- do you know what kind of mother people think I am?” You cocked a brow at her words before rolling your eyes and standing. If you didn’t find Charles and he didn’t come home, she would have your knees buried in a pile of grits for an hour. You still had bruises and dents in your sensitive skin from the last time you were given that punishment. You were scantily clad when you left your house and your mother didn’t care to say anything. ‘Honey, it’s cold out. Slip on some trousers, don’t go out in a skirt!’ Nothing.

You turned the corner sharply and stared up at the dark club. Surely Charles wasn’t still here? You held down your plaid skirt as the wind blew. The tan top that you had tucked into the waistband was a nice fit, but you really should’ve worn something warmer out. Your legs were paler than usual, making the red marks on your knees very visible. Your yellow painted nails curled around the handle of the door and you slowly pulled it open. You had never been to the club before, nor had you ever met the Krays. Despite the fact that you were now inside the warm establishment, you couldn’t help but shiver in the darkened room. Charles was 28. He should know better than to do this. He was also grown up enough to know if he wanted to come home or not, but your mother didn’t care. If he was living under her roof, he abided by her rules. He knew that if he didn’t listen to your mother’s commands, you were the one to suffer the consequences. Charles could do no wrong in her eyes.

“We’re closed.” A gruff voice pointed out, no kindness in his tone. You turned toward the direction of the sound. The walls in the room were red, decorated with gold curtains and shelves. The tables scattered across the room were covered with white, laced tablecloths and small lamps in the center. Sitting in the far corner of the club, a man with glasses peered at you with what seemed to be annoyance swimming in his gaze. “I’m here to get my brother.” You told him softly. The man’s brows drew together, fixing you with a hard stare. “I didn’t ask what you were here for, did I? Nobody’s here, but me, love, so turn around and get back going to wherever it is you came from.” Your lips parted at his blunt rudeness before you clenched your jaw and looked to the table. Glasses rested rim to rim, empty and knocked over on the table. This man had obviously had too much to drink and that was, surely, why he was being so cruel. “Right, have you got a hearing problem?” He asked firmly. You could see his knuckles turning white from his grip around the beer bottle in his hand. He moved to stand and you took a small step back. You should’ve just left, gone home and told your mother Charles wasn’t at work and you couldn’t spend all night searching for him, but that would result in punishment and you didn’t want to deal with that either. Your eyes burned with fire.

There was a loud clatter to your right and when you turned your head, another man entered the room. He was tall, broad, and shockingly handsome. His hair was slicked back out of his face and his forehead was creased with several lines. “Fucking hell, Ron, at least pick up after yourself, mate. Someone’s gonna break their fucking neck because of you.” Reggie was oblivious to your presence, busy cleaning up after his brother. The resemblance between the two was uncanny and it hit you like a brick that these two men were in charge. There were little differences between the pair, but you didn’t stare long enough to figure out what they were, only realizing that the one in the glasses was too stubborn and rude to speak to and the good-looking one hadn’t seemed to even notice you were in the room. Reggie looked to Ron who hadn’t spoken yet, which was out of character for him. Following his brother’s gaze, Reggie straightened at the sight of you, stood with your hands on your hips, annoyance evident on your face, stronger than Ronnie’s. “Oh, hello.” He set his palm down on the bar’s counter and eyed you curiously. “We’re closed, darl, you’ll want to come back tomorrow, though you don’t look old enough to even be in here.” He squinted at you and you squinted back. “I’m here for Charles.” Reggie looked to Ron and Ron looked to Reggie. “So you’re the sister?” Reggie spoke up again after an awkward silence. “Who else would I be? I’m not old enough to be his mother and he doesn’t care to hang out with girls.” You were met with a warning look from the handsome fellow and you tried to ease up. You didn’t mean to be so rude, but you really didn’t want to be here. “Right, pet, Charles is busy for the rest of the night, so you’re gonna have to just go on home.” He saw the fear flash in your wide eyes and he straightened further.

“I need Charles to come back with me.” You sounded weaker than before and this didn’t go by unnoticed. “What’s the matter? Pretty princess needs her big bad brother to escort her home?” Ronnie chortled, pointing his finger at you. “We said he ain’t coming home, so go.” Reggie rolled his eyes before crossing the remainder of the space between himself and your much much smaller form. “I can have a driver bring you back.” He told you firmly, plump lips pressing together into a purse as if a ride home would ease your worries. It didn’t. “I’m not afraid of the streets, Mr. Kray.” You muttered before turning away from him. He lifted a brow. “If Charles doesn’t come home with me then—“ “it’s not our fucking issue.” Ron shouted, mouthful of whatever the hell kind of food was in front of his meaty hands. You didn’t care to look. Scoffing with an eye roll, you began to make your way out of the establishment, very aware of the thudding from Reggie, following close behind.

“Ignore him.” The man said firmly before ceasing your small arm in his warm palm and drawing you back into the club. “It’s too cold out there.” He grunted before releasing you and stepping back a few inches. “I can’t exactly tell you where Charles is, but he isn’t able to come home tonight, alright?” You shot him a hard stare. Why was he pulling you back inside to tell you something he’d already said. Turning sharply again, you shoved the door open and strode away from him and back toward the house. Hot tears filled your eyes because you knew what was going to happen when you arrived. Reggie stood in the doorway, tongue sliding across his lips. You were just as difficult to simmer down as Charles had said. The boy hadn’t gone into much detail about you, but Reggie felt a sense of guilt wash over him. Maybe he shouldn’t have let you go back home.

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The following day your knees shone a bright, very sharp, noticeable red. You were laying on the floor in your bedroom, half-awake do to the loud shouting from downstairs. Your eyes were hooded and heavy from crying all night. Your mother’s voice was squeaky and loud as she shrieked at, you assumed, Charles. “Get out of my house! What are you- Where’s Charles!” You lifted your head in confusion as her words became more clear. Wiping your smudged makeup from underneath your worn eyes, you made your way out of the bedroom. The burn in your knees hardly affected you since you’d felt it so many times. “Mother?” You called softly, brows furrowed as you waited for a response. You heard the sharp gasp leave your mother’s lips. “Hey, you can’t just come inside like this!” She shouted at whoever had obviously brushed past her.

Peering down from the top of the long flight of stairs, your heart stopped beating for a second as none other than Reggie Kray came into view. He was stood at the very bottom of the steps, small smile gracing his full lips. “Charles won’t be returning home and he’s asked me specifically to come and get you.” He pointed at you, standing in the same outfit from yesterday. His dark eyes flickered briefly to your swollen legs and the smile on his face dropped. “Right, then.” You watched as he wrapped his wide hands around the stair rails and began to climb the several steps to the top. When he could no longer move because you blocked the final stair, he gazed up at you. “Pack your things.” He looked over his shoulder to your mother. She was seething. “Go. Charles has found a new place for the two of you.” You took a slow step back and the man stepped the rest of the way up. He, now towering over you, ushered you to your bedroom. Your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you moved down the corridor, confused as to why he was following you, but you didn’t dare say anything. You left the door to your bedroom wide open and Reggie took it upon himself to stop outside the room and wait in the hall. That was your private space. “Wh-what am I meant to bring?”

The man turned his head to look at you. “Anything you don’t want to come back for.” He spoke softly, head tilting back to rest against the wall. He pulled out a small packet of cigarettes and placed one between his lips before lighting the end. It was a very swift movement and the match in his hand ignited. You didn’t stare for too long, too busy wondering where the hell Charles was and where this man was taking you. You figured that standing around and folding every item of clothing would take too much time, so you shoved the contents roughly into the bag. You cleaned out your closet and then your dresser, ensuring that nothing you absolutely needed was left behind. The question hung in the air of ‘Where was Reggie taking you?’ and ‘Where was Charles?’, but you didn’t say anything. Lifting the black straps, you hooked them over your shoulder before turning toward Reggie. The man brushed his thumb along his bottom lip slowly, silently asking if you were ready to go. You shyly moved to the corner of the room and curled your small fingers around the stuffed monkey on your vanity. Bashfully pushing the animal into your bag, your cheeks were burning under his stare. Reggie didn’t say anything. Everyone treasured something. “Come on.” He ushered, guiding you toward him with a movement from his fingers. His large hand was on the small of your back as the two of you descended the stairs and your mother squinted knowingly. “You can’t open your legs for just anyone, Y/N. You’ll ruin your life. You’re going to have a kid within the year— how will you raise a child? You’re still a damn baby yourself. Your brother isn’t with these men. He knows better. You’re leaving with them so willingly, what are you, a tramp? This is the end of the line.” Her strong hand wrapped tightly around your forearm, no doubt bruising the tender skin. “If you dare try coming back here, I’ll have you on your knees for a week.” Your eyes flickered briefly to your knees before you yanked your arm roughly away from her. You wouldn’t stoop to her level. Shouting, arguing, and beating your mother down wouldn’t make you feel better. You just wanted to leave. “I’m not a baby. I’m 22.” You pointed out softly. “And I’m not a tramp either, mother, I’ve hardly kissed a boy.” You stared up at the woman, pain evident in your glistening eyes. “I don’t know what I did to make you hate me,” You whispered, shaped brows pulling together in a deep frown. “but I’m sorry.” You could feel Reggie’s fingers curling in the back of your shirt, gently guiding you backward and toward him. You turned away from your mother willingly, praying silently you’d never ever have to come back to this house.

Once outside, Reggie led you toward the large black car, parked halfway on the sidewalk. He drew the backdoor open and ushered for you to get in, but you halted. Situated on the backseat was Ronald Kray. He held a lit cigar in one hand, lips spread to show a toothy grin, which really came off as more of a grimace. Reggie gently nudged you, urging you a bit more firmly to get into the car. You lifted your foot, sore knee straining to support you briefly as you slid on to the leather seat. Reggie followed directly behind you. The space in the back wasn’t as roomy as you had assumed, every movement meant you were rubbing against one of the Kray’s. Your knees were pressed tightly together, but the car was rather bumpy as it drove along the pavement, so Reggie’s knee kept tapping your own. You glanced to him. Then again, he was sat with his legs spread wide, one hand residing on his thigh and the other resting on the armrest of the door. You looked to Ron. He didn’t sit nearly as widespread as his brother, but he needed the arm room you assumed because anytime your elbow would accidentally brush against his own, he’d shoot you a soft glare. “Right, Reggie, have you told the lass where we’re taking her?” He muttered, smoke escaping his lips with every word he set free. Reggie turned his gaze toward his brother, hand extending across your small form to snatch the cigar from Ron. “No, Ron, I haven’t. No use, is there, she’ll see when we arrive.” He opened the door and tossed the tobacco stick out. You craned your neck, watching the brown dot in the distance roll along the pavement before you returned to your previous position. “You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not here.” You pointed out quietly before moving your small hands to your legs. “Is Charles already there,“ you looked to Reggie curiously. “wherever it is you’re taking me?” The man stared down at you, tongue gliding along his lips to wet them before he answered simply. “Yes.” His eyes flickered to your knees, but he didn’t question what had happened. It was quite obvious. The guilt that arose inside him was hard to ignore. After-all, he was the one who’d told you to go home without Charles. Your eyes, still droopy from lack of sleep and crying, began to once more fall shut. Your heavy head tipped back, resting uncomfortably against the seat. You needed to take advantage of this time. Sleep while you could. Reggie noticed your discomfort and smoothly lifted his arm before guiding you toward him. Though you were a bit uncomfortable leaning against him, you were grateful for his small act of kindness. Reggie and Ron shared a look. Ron glaring at his brother’s actions and Reggie smirked because you hadn’t refused his offer. Your small hand rested on the thin white shirt he wore, right above his navel, and your head fell against his chest. The car continued on its journey, remaining bumpy, but now you had Reggie to use as a pillow, so it was quite steady. You fell into a dreamless state of oblivion within minutes. The pair of you were free now. Free from the abuse you had to endure over the last several years from the cruel hands of your own mother. When you woke, Charles would be waiting for you with open arms.

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My first Reggie fic ahahaha! This is an original story!💜 though I will take anybody’s requests if they’d like to see something happen in it. Also, I know that Frances had her brother work with Reggie and stuff, but this isnt like that and it’s going to be a lot more drawn out! I hope you guys enjoy (:

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labeteenmoi · 6 years

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Bad Decisions _ part 4

read previous parts from here / part 5 here

Pairing : Reggie Kray x OC

Warning : violence, implied domestic abuse, sex, implied rape, rape?

Summary : some just like it rough

Gif : full credit to the creator @franckcastlesgirl

Note : this is for you who wanted a new part of this story, whoever you are. No idea if it is what you expected though. I'm better at having sex than writing it, which is a good thing irl, so anticipated apologies if it sounds awkward in any way.

Hope you enjoy your reading anyway.

It was like a game To the one who pushes the other one to the end, and Steven wins most of the time.

He knew her well; he knew how to keep her on the wire, the limit that separates fear and satisfaction. This demarcation was very slim for Juliet. He tilted her to one side then to the other, constantly threatening her, and then reassuring her, telling her that she had always been a degenerate and that he was the only one who could understand her. And she had believed him until the day he wanted to share her. The humiliation was too great. Driven by anger, she finally found the courage to leave.

He had always had an ascendancy over her though. He too was very attractive, tall with a broad chest, light hair and a laughing and reassuring face. Nobody could have imagined what a manipulative monster was burying under his apparent sympathy. Like Reggie Kray.

So when she saw her husband in front of her door, it seemed to her that all her blood had frozen in her veins. How did he find me?

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her torpor. Confused thoughts began to cross her brain and emotions overwhelmed her body as she realized that it could not be Steven, he had taken the key with him before going out. And if it was him?

It rang again. Juliet took a deep breath and stood up. Smoothing her hair with trembling hands, she avoided crossing her reflection in the mirror adorning the wall of the entrance. She already knew what she looked like after a night like this, she had seen the bruises on her arms, and the pain on her cheekbone indicated that it was probably more reddish than her natural complexion

She unlocked the latch and opened the door, revealing only one side of her face, the good one.

With raised eyebrows and lowered face, her visitor raised a mischievous smile towards her, which faded away as he noticed the fleeting glance that greeted him. His eyebrows then frowned in a questioning pout.

"What's going on, Juliet?" asked Reggie Kray.

Juliet's more and more sonorous breaths as she stared at the floor were her only answer.

He reached out an arm and pushed the door slightly away, revealing her swollen face entirely. From interrogative, his expression became inquisitive. He advanced, imposing his broad shoulders into the door frame, and lifted her face with one hand under her chin.

"Who did this to you?" He asked sternly at the shameless face of Juliet. Part of her wanted to believe that the tension she felt thickening was not addressed to her, but a menacing gleam in his eyes raised some doubts.

"Who ?" He repeated in a deep voice, tightening his fingers on her chin, summoning her to answer. "My husband, he found me ..." she murmured, fearing that saying it too loudly unleashed his anger. "I don't know how..."

"Where is he ?" he interrupted coldly. Juliet scanned his eyes before answering; trying to figure out what he was going to do with this information. His eyes were narrowed and fixed, and his eyebrows contracted, forming a crease above his nose. His breathing was calm and controlled, but the control he exerted over his body somehow made her think of the calm before the storm. Steven was going to spend a hard time.

"At the pub, the Elliot's, why?" She said finally, without taking her eyes off him. His fingers relaxed on her face as well as his eyes, and a soft smile stretched his lips, although the rest of his body still seemed tense.

"I'm just going to talk to him, Juliet," he said softly, stroking her neck with his fingertips. "You stay here." He finished a little more firmly.

He did not bother to ring this time and drummed violently against the door. Hardly had she unlocked the latch that he burst open.

Just avoiding the door, she pulled back quickly and looked at him, dumbfounded. Streaks of his gummed hair, usually perfectly coiffed backwards, fell on his forehead. The knuckles of his fists were bloody and his white shirt studded with blood.

"My God ... what happened?" She asked in a breath under her hands, her eyes panicked.

He walked towards her, slamming the door behind him, anger distorting the pretty features of his face, usually so smooth.

"He fucked you?" he asked in a harsh voice. Juliet froze, incredulous. "What?" "Did he fuck you?" He repeated, raising his voice.

"But ... it's my husband ..." she stammered. Of course he had fucked her, and hit her too, much more brutally than before. It was her punishment and she deserved it.

She had thought of Reggie when Steven took her, and she liked that. Steven had probably not hesitated to mention it to taunt Reggie during their conversation.

Reggie closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Confirming her fears, when he reopened them, his eyes were even darker than before. His jaw tightened conspicuously as he continued to move on her, his shoulders hunched and his arms spread. He looked like a bull about to charge, his eyes fierce and his lips rolled up.

Juliet tried to retreat when he approached, but her knees refused to obey. He was so scary, like a wave threatening to burst on her.

He grabbed her by the arms, painfully squeezing her shoulders, and pulled her back in spite of herself. He smelled of sweat and rage, his gaze was tetanizing, she was nothing but a doll of rags in his hands.

"He's nothing for you anymore." He said in an almost white voice, stabbing each word.

Something terrible had happened, and it was coming too, something terrible and immoral, she could feel it in the air, in the almost animal smell that Reggie emanated.

While the most perverted part of her exulted, Juliet did not realize that she had stopped breathing. "You're mine, you hear me? I don't share my property!" he spat, shaking her roughly.

He pushed her away, and she hit the dining table behind her.

The gesture was too fast, she did not see Reggie's hand arrive before it hit her cheek hard. The contact was scathing, her skin flared and her head was thrown to the side.

"No one else will fuck you anymore." he said with clenched teeth, turning her over. With his whole body, he pressed her against the table and forced her to extend her bust on it. Her face was almost crushed against the hard wood of the furniture, regardless of the blows already received. Her hands next to her head tried to push her body upward but, with one hand on the back of her neck Reggie held her firmly, his fingers tightening her neck hard.

He breathed loudly, louder and louder as his rage became excitement, or the two had always been mingled with him. She felt the pressure of his pelvis against her buttocks. He barely moved away from it to lift the bottom of the dress she was wearing with his free hand, in sudden gestures. He pulled her panties unceremoniously, the elastics printing on the skin of her thighs as he descended, emitting low grunts of satisfaction to see her exposed.

Small metallic tingling told her that he was undoing his belt. She closed her eyes, not daring to say a word, still sounded by the slap Reggie had given her. Her brain seemed overwhelmed by the situation, making her unable to make a decision. Should she scream, fight? Was it going to make him even more furious or curb him?

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Reggie's bust fell heavily on her back. "That's what you wanted from the beginning, huh?" he hissed near her face. "I know so ... Say it. Say it and I'll be nicer."

Juliet did not detect any intention of sweetness in his voice but she wanted to try it. However, all her body was boiling from the inside, feeling rubbing against her cunt his erected and hard shaft, and the damn demon who whispered from inside her head: you don't want it nice, you want it exactly like that. The inherent battle raging again in her head, her mouth emitted a sound, a hoarse and uncontrolled moaning that escaped from her.

"That's what I thought, honey." He snarled, straightening himself up.

His words barely out of his mouth, Reggie grabbed his cock and thrust it into her, striking her buttocks in a snap, the shock squeaked the wooden feet of the table. A scream strangled in Juliet's throat as all the muscles in her body contracted, shaking her outstretched legs. She felt him withdraw and force again inside her entry, just as hard, with a hoarse groan, his hand tightening around her neck and the other gripping and squeezing between his fingers the soft flesh of her ass.

"You like it when it's hard, right? You got that slutty thing in your eyes, you begged me for this" he whispered in a sulphurous tone.

A simple pinch between her legs became a burning sensation as Reggie swept the delicate flesh of her inside, already abused by her husband during a good part of the night. He was hitting her from behind, slamming his pelvis against her. Her breath was short and her throat began to produce uncontrolled complaints that added to Reggie's rumblings.

He released the hold on her neck and grabbed her hair. She gave a cry of surprise as he pulled her head back, forcing her to lift her chest off the table, lifting up one of her legs and resting her knee on the rickety table. He squeezed the top of her thigh tightly, pressing his fingers into the flesh.

Thus spread out, a wave of shame and heat overwhelmed her body. She was boiling and sweating, her hands slipping on the wood covered by the dampness that her body produced. Reggie pounded her harder, his groans getting closer and louder. His thrusts increased in power, thrilling the envelope of her whole body.

Juliet could no longer restrain her moans, interrupted by the thrusts that hammered her without interruption, her hands clutching frantically Reggie's wrist holding her hair. His body suddenly tense against her, he belched, "Fuck...yeah..." His hands clutched at her hips, holding her pelvis as he pounded her in short and hard jerks while cumming.

He quickly withdrew, getting dressed while catching his breath. Watching Juliet do the same, her back turned, he stepped on her, clutching his chest against her back, looking at her face over her shoulder.

"You forgot your coat yesterday." He said with a smile.

The face still flushed, Juliet looked up at him. He had put his hair back in place and his face and voice had regained their velvet. Only the traces of blood on his shirt and his hands clashed with the calm found.

"You'll have it tomorrow night ..." he said, leaning down, softly kissing her lips, "... when I'll take you to dinner."

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Pregnancy swings are doubled…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

Summary: mood swings…

Warnings: Pregnancy,twins,swearing,arguing,shouting!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggie loves you, he fully head over heels for you.

And he knows it. Heck..everyone does.

If you asked him for anything he’d give it to you without hesitation.

Like for example.

“Reggie M’hungry” you said into his chest and he grinned.

“You just had two glasses of apple juice and three ice creams” he chuckled but you did not.

You took a lot of offence to that.

You began crying. “Well I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m fat and look like a whale! I can’t even reach my toes or put my socks and shoes on!”

You cried as you pushed him off of you.

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that!” He said and you just glared at him through teary eyes.

“And you don’t look like a whale! And you’re not fat! Your beautiful and..your carrying two precious little boys in your stomach, so you have to eat for three..” he said holding your bump softly as he kissed you through his sentence.

“Mhm I know..I just feel so big..and annoying” you huffed but Reggie was just so confused.

I mean he thought you was beautiful before, but carrying his children.

You look angelic.

Even when you just wake up or in your sleep, you look magnificent.

How couldn’t you see it?

“Doll..you are absolutely fucking beautiful. And if you can’t see that then you’re crazy” he said looking into your eyes.

“Thank you Reggie” you smirked into his chest again hiding your face.

“Now..what was it your craving? Or should I say what are the twinnies craving?” He grinned and you smirked placing your finger on your chin thinking about the list you wanted.

Pizza? Ice cream? Pickles? All of them?

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Or when Reggie and Ron poked the ‘mama bear’

You was already in a bad mood, you had none of your favourites sweets left and you got no sleep last night because the twins were kicking you and you big bump was in the way.

“Hello” Ron said as you walked into the carpenters arms after Reggie asked you to meet him there.

“Hey Ronnie” you smiled through your tiredness.

“You tired? You look it” Ron joked but you was not in the mood.

“Yeah I am. Thanks for the compliment” you snapped back

“Calm down doll, he was just joking” Reggie said softly as he gave you a kiss in your temple.

“M’ not in the mood” you huffed as you rested your head on Reggie’s shoulder, closing you eyes as you sighed.

“Yeah. have a sleep while we all work” Ron joked again and reg gave him a little warning glare but Ron grinned.

You huffed annoyed as you tried to ignore him.

“Ooh don’t poke the bear Ron” Leslie chuckled from the bar and you snapped.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shouted to Leslie and Ron and Reggie just sat back and let you get your anger out.

“I’m eating for three! Sleeping for three! I’m growing humans and not one but two! And your doing what?! Fuck all! So shut the fuck up.” You yelled and sighed in relief as you sat back and snuggled into Reggie’s side.

Ron was always impressed by how you wouldn’t take no shit. But Leslie was somewhat shitting himself.

“Well go home in a minute if you want?” Reggie whispered into your hair and you shook your head.

You didn’t want to make Reggie leave because you was tired and moody.

But Reggie didn’t care he wanted to leave ages ago anyway. And he wanted to make sure you had a nap, for yourself and the babies.

After about ten minutes Reggie stood up and cut Leslie off.

“Where are you going?!” Leslie threw his hand out confused and annoyed.

“Look, sought your plan out and come back to me tomorrow alright?” Reggie spoke up and Leslie nodded lightly.

“Good. C’mon doll” Reggie said softly as he helped you up and held a hand on the small of your back as he walked back home with you. You both joking to each other to kill the boredom.

Giving reg a little bit on the chest when he said something a little to dark but you still laughed.

So once you got home he put the telly on and got you as comfortable as he could, having you on your side watching the tv and you held you belly with one arm, underneath and Reggie massaged your bump from behind you.

Occasionally giving you a kiss on the head.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

***SMUT***

A/N: Hi everybody I hope you are all doing good and I am back once again today with another One-Shot of our favorite lovely gangster prince Reggie Kray. This one has been on my docs for a while and this short story it just popped out in my head this is the final result and I hope you all like this new One-Shot. Again guys thank you all for the support and as always please comment and reblog please It'll mean a lot for the blog and for me as well. You guys rock so much and thank you all for the amazing support. Enjoy this new lovely shirt story of Reggie and Florence and I'll see you in the next one guys. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON??? X 👈(If you want to share a lemon sherby with him? 🍬💗✨

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Word Count: 3,645

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!!: Lots of Fluff, and A Bunch of SMUT, SMUT, SMUT!!!

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It was finally the day that Reggie got released from prison as Florence was waiting patiently at the front gates. She was very desperate to have him in her arms once again since it has been almost 5 months since he left to do his sentence. Ever since that day, he said his goodbyes to Florence. She couldn’t really sleep for days. The silence that surrounded her room only made her go mad at his touch and his warmth.

Reggie would, however, send her letters almost every day when he would get back in his cell writing to her about how much he misses her touch, her smooth skin, her eyes, lips, everything. He would, after writing two pages would end with a small yet romantic poem every time he would sign in the end.

“With Love, Reggie.”

It only made Florence’s heart flutter with radiance, pressing his letters against her heart after reading his words of compassion and alienation. Florence met Reggie when they used to go to school together, back when they were just teenagers. He was friendly and kind to her whenever Reggie would say hello to her or pass her by. But something about him attracted Florence very much that she felt she was with him. Sometime later, after they both graduated from school, he then got himself in the gangster business while Florence became a nurse around Haggerston. She loved her job very much, seeing that she liked to help people that needed it the most, especially with children. Reggie, however, was known for something more notorious than a man like him. He was a gangster of all East London, along with his older brother Ronnie who both brothers were unstoppable and very ruthless. Florence has heard about Reggie in the newspapers and it shocked and surprised her. She never thought to see or hear Reggie become such a famous and well-known person. However, he never stopped thinking about Florence ever since the day they last saw each other at school. So one day he paid a surprise visit to where Florence works and it made her heart stop when he saw him that day. She felt nervous as her hand's sweating, seeing how handsome and fine he looked in the wonderful black suit he was wearing.

“Ello darlin, do you still remember who I am or you have forgotten about me already?” Reggie ask her, seeing that she was still in shock to see him at her workplace.

“Of course haven’t forgotten about you Reggie, it’s good to see you again. I have to say you’re looking rather dashing today. How have you been dear?” she said while giving him a tight gentle hug around his buildup body, catching a pleasing scent of his cologne. “Oh my god Reggie, did you start to workout or something? Your body feels wonderful and strong. What is your secret?”

“My secret love? Hehe, well, just eatin’ good and boxing you know, and I have to say so myself you look lovely as I last remembered seeing you back in school. You haven’t changed a single bit,” Reggie said as he took in her hands and made her slowly twirl around, making her chuckle at his silly comment.

“Ahhh, so you're saying I’m not an attractive woman is that it Reg?” she said giving him an arched eyebrow at him which he just chuckled at.

“When have I ever said you are not attractive, eh? But I am serious love, you are gorgeous like the first time I met you that day,” he said, placing his hands on top of her shoulders.

They went out on a date after he visit her at her job, not knowing what to expect of this new Reggie. It was a very wonderful evening with him as they ate at a very high-end French restaurant. Florence didn’t really mind how much Reggie was showing off in front of her, what matter the most to Florence was being able to spend some time and catch up with Reggie knowing what he does for a living now. She didn’t see that gangster person who she has been reading about in the newspapers, she only saw that same cute-looking boy she has had a crush on for a very long time. For a young and lovely girl like Florence, she has never felt such an enormous feeling of love for someone like Reggie. To be someone so young and in love with someone like Reggie, she felt like he was sent from the heavens. She felt like she was the luckiest girl alive to have met someone like Reggie. And so that same night, she confessed to Reggie her feelings for him. To her surprise, he also felt the same way for her and he asked her to be his woman and will treat her with many riches and vast wonders that he would give her in a heartbeat.

“I would love to be yours forever Reggie, just… I’m nervous to lose you since you are a famous gangster around these parts. And I’m afraid that some of the other gangs want to kill you and I don’t know if…,” she trailed off while Reggie cupped her chin with his right hand.

“Love, known of those things, scares me. What I am more concerned and worried about the most is you. If any twat ever gets near or touches you even for an inch, they are dead. You are my responsibility and yes, I am a gangster, but that doesn’t change the fact that my love for you has never faded away. And now that you are here with me, I am grateful to have you here in front of me and in my life. I will always be there for you to protect and give you all of my compassion and my life for you. Even if it means anybody tries to kill me to save you, I love you, Florence,” he said, lastly placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

Florence smiled at this as she returned the gesture to his plump smooth lips of his saying “I Love You” in return. And so, from that very night, they both weren’t inseparable wherever he went. She followed. Even if it meant she had to come along with him to his ‘business” meetings, where she also had a brother and sister bond with Ronnie. She was at first very unsure about Reggie’s older brother since he as well as “The King” as he says of East London. But after getting to know him better, he was an interesting character and Ronnie also had a soft spot for Florence out of all the women around their hometown.

“You know somethin’ Florence yea? You and my brother are lovely together considering that I don’t have any attraction toward women. But you are still a good one, no matter what. You treat him good as much as he will do. Because he never stops thinking or talkin’ about ever since we left school. He said he would be more than happy to marry you. That’s what he said to me one time. And I have to say righ’, that wanker should,” Ronnie said to her one time when they were at the Esmerelda Barn one night later.

This fluttered Florence’s heart never thought that Reggie had already planned to want to marry and be with her since they both were still at school. Before he could propose to her that same night, Albert told Reggie that he had to serve some time in jail, which upset him very much. Both Florence and Reggie did, however, spend a good amount of time dancing, drinking, laughing, and being with each other for one last time. Florence didn’t have a clue that Reggie had to serve his time until the end of the night when they had sex for the first time together in 3 months. She was, of course, devastated when the next morning rose. She felt the side of the bed that they shared was empty.

While Reggie was away, Ronnie took over The Esmeralda Club, knowing she would have to be there to watch over Reggie’s older brother. Hoping that he didn’t screw up or do something that would make his younger brother upset after he comes back from prison. In no time, however, that fuck up quickly came true after Ronnie made the worst decision he could. Knowing it would make her beloved infuriated once he sees what Ronnie Kray has done to the club.

Once the front gates to the prison opened, Reggie appeared in front of Florence’s sight. Without a single constraint on herself, she ran her way to hug him with a few tears of joy glistening over her dark green eyes. Reggie caught her mid-way as he lifted her from the ground, twirling her around in a circle, making her yelp and giggle at the same time.

“There she is, me favorite woman in all of East London, in all of her fuckin’ beauty. How have I missed you, my dear Florence,” Reggie said, placing a kiss on her pink thin lips, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

“I have also missed you very much, my sweet prince. Oh, my god, your face. Look what they have done to you, those bastards,” Florence said in a furious tone, caressing his smooth left cheek.

“Darlin’ that shouldn’ matter anymore. Don’t waste your anger on these coppers. Now, what do you say you and I get out of here, yeah? I am hungry for somethin’ special, if you know what I mean, love,” Reggie said with a cheeky smile to his girl, adding a sly wink in the end.

“I thought you would never ask my handsome gangster.”

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Once they made it back to Reggie’s flat, luckily the place was empty and quiet from the inside. And not long before he shut the door behind him, Reggie placed a hard kiss on Florence’s lips. His hunger for wanting to taste those lips for so long was happening right in front of him. Their kiss became deeper than their tongues twirled together in unison while Reggie hoisted Florence up from the floor. Pinning her hard against the wall, letting out a hard groan between their lips. Florence then undid his black lace tie as Reggie massaged her round buttocks under his rough, muscular hands. A moan escaped between her lips as she leaned back, a smile formed on her face.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long my Reggie, take me now my naughty devil,” Florence said seductively, licking his thick lips that made him go even madder than before.

Reggie closed the gap between them once more than he lifted her white long sleeve blouse over her head. Revealed her sexy black lingerie bra, making him want to consume more of her seductress. Reggie placed his now wet lips on the side of her neck, grabbing his combed brown locks with her right hand. Before they went any further, Florence stopped him mid-way as she led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once they got to the front door, they then continued to kiss once again as he gently shoved her onto the silky bed.

“How much do you crave me, my little troublemaker?” Reggie sensually asked as he licked the side of her neck, feeling his hot breath against her skin, feeling goosebumps forming throughout her body.

“So fucking much, oh please stop your teasing and make me feel like a filthy slut,” Florence said, desperately placing a soft grip around his sturdy neck, missing her small and yet dominant hand against his throat.

“Oh, my darlin’ I will do whatever you command, for you are my slut and only mine to fuck whatever way I please,” he said cupping her chin with his fingers, as he stuck his thumb between her mouth as Florence sucked on it.

Florence then sat up from the bed as she undid her bra, revealing her fleshy chest in front of her lover. Reggie cupped both of her breasts without holding a second, placing one nipple in his mouth. While the other he started to teasingly play with her, as he was sucking profoundly on her hard nipple.

Florence let out delicious erotic moans, while Reggie continued to suck into her nipple a little harder than he did before. She then gripped the bedsheets with both of her hands, loving the way his hot mouth felt against her nipple.

Reggie…,” she said, closing her eyes at feeling these sexual vibrations she has been king waiting for months.

He then finally left a small hickey on top of her tit, as he then went for the other nipple. This time, however, his right hand then traveled down underneath her dark navy skirt. Making Florence buckled as she bit her bottom lips at this unexpected touch. Once he was done leaving another red hickey on her other breast, Reggie left wet kisses to her flat stomach. And as he reached her down to her shirt, removing the soft material, revealed her sexy black garter belt. With hungry eyes, Reggie removed the material in a quick gesture, exposing her wet, delicious pussy.

“You are all wet now, are you my mischievous little girl?” Reggie said, eyeing up at her gaze, making a cheeky devilish smirk at Florence.

“Stop wasting your time Reggie and fuck me already,” Florence said massaging both of her tits with her small hands, making Reggie grow hornier against his black trousers.

“With pleasure, love,” Reggie said, inserting two fingers inside of her warm wet walls, making Florence moan out loud as she rolled her eyes behind her head.

“Fuckk Reggie… yes fuck me fast and fuck me hard,” Florence moaned out, feeling his sinful tongue licking away on her clit.

The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of her made Florence’s cheeks go red, moaning his name out to go faster. How much she has missed feeling his tongue and fingers against her pink pussy.

“Ohhh Reggie… yes, fuck me just like that,” Florence pleaded, gripping her hand on top of his brown locks, as he continued to finger fuck her and lick her sweet cunt out dry.

Florence felt she was coming at her peaking point. Before she could stop him, her orgasm came around his mouth and fingers. Reggie licked off her juices, tasting a hint of something sweet that made his horniness go off the edge.

“That was fuckin’ tasty now was it baby?” Reggie said, giving a small kiss on his girl’s lips, making her chuckle between their gaps.

While they shared another lustful wet kiss, she now hovered over on top of Reggie. Her nice, round breasts looked marvelous in front of his eyes as she rousingly massaged them with her own hands. Florence gave Reggie a small grinding dance around his bulging trousers while still massaging her beautiful tits.

“Love what you’re seeing, my naughty boy?” she soothingly said while unbuttoning his white long sleeve shirt revealing his muscular body.

She roamed her delicate, smooth hands around his chest pecs while Reggie placed his hands on either side of her hips. Still grinding her hips from side to side, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. Florence licked her way down between his pecs, to his stomach until she made her way to where she wanted to consume the most. Undoing his belt, Reggie breathed in through his gritted teeth, feeling his trousers being unzipped. Florence then dragged down his pants while keeping a locking gaze up at him as his now erected penis towered in front of her. She then bites her lips at his hard rock, and without further words, she then thrust him slowly with her hands. Reggie groans at this touch, missing the feeling of her lovely hands around the length of his cock.

“Ohhhh Florence… baby stop your teasin’ and suck me,” Reggie moaned out, closing his eyes in concentration as Florence sucked the top of his dick.

The warm walls of her mouth consumed the entire length of his cock, as she lowered and lowered. Reggie let you a grunt, feeling the back of her throat. She then bobbed her head up and down in a fast motion as her right hand massaged his balls ever so lovingly. He then placed a hand on top of her dark black hair, giving a soft grip on her locks. As she continued to bob her head faster than she did in the beginning.

“FFFFuck… baby hmmm yea, yea, shit,” Reggie said mid-sentence, gripping tighter around her dark locks as she sucked on his cock, increasingly feeling like he was about to reach his climax inside of her mouth.

Before his orgasm could flow inside of her, she then stopped abruptly, removing her mouth away from his still hard member.

“You may not come just yet my dear,” Florence said in a seductive tone, getting herself on top of Reggie while he then threw his white shirt off to the side of the bed. “How much do you want my wet little cunt around your hard cock, my love?”

“So fuckin much baby, I’ve been waitin’ for so long and so desperate to feel that little pussy of mine again. I’ve missed you so much, darlin,” Reggie said as Florence adjusted herself between him and her private parts.

“I have missed you more, my lovely bad boy, and I love you so much as well. My Reggie Kray,” she said, entering down on his cock as both of them broke into moans together.

She then rode him slowly as she stared lustfully into those dark brown eyes of his that he possessed. Feeling all those tingling sensations she had been craving for such a long time. Her thrusting increased ever so slowly, arching her back, tilting her head back while Reggie’s cock pounded further inside her walls.

“Oh, fuck… Reggie… Reggie… oh god,” Florence exclaimed out loud, feeling Reggie’s hands gripping tightly against her hips, rocking back and forth ever so pleasurably.

The way her breasts bounced up and down made Reggie go berserk, wrapping a hand gently around her thin neck. Florence increased her pace as she placed her hand around his muscular neck as they both thrust with each other in unison.

“Oh, god babe… I’m about to cum,” Reggie said while hearing his woman’s moans grow louder, feeling they were about to burst soon.

Everything went by so quickly as they both finally cummed together, Reggie hissed and grunted between his teeth, riding his orgasm inside of her wet flower. Felt some twitch here and there as Florence rode out her juices, feeling his warm white semen inside of her. As they both relaxed while catching their breaths, she then lay next to Reggie’s side. Wrapping an arm around her body as she rested her head against his chest, hearing his now steady heartbeat. Reggie then caressed her dark locks with his fingers, placing a gently sweet kiss on top of her head.

“Did you love the many poems that I have written to you, my darlin?” Reggie asked after a moment of silence.

“Oh yes, I loved them and held them against my heart after reading every single one of them. How I wished to hear you read them out loud while I was in this room filled with nothing but silence and sadness. But those days are gone now, for you are nowhere next to me, and that’s all that matters to me,” Florence said looking up to Reggie placing a hand against the side of his face, closing his eyes at the feeling of her soft skin.

“And I too think the same way, wha’ matters now is I am here with you again, oh how I have long to want to touch you again. I won’t ever leave your side anymore, my precious flower. Anywhere I go. I want you there with me, yeah? What say we go down to the Esmeralda Bar tonight? See how the place has been runnin’ while I was away? What do you think, love?” Reggie said, smiling down at Florence, returning a small and uneasy smile, not fully prepared for Reggie to see how Ronnie had brought the club to the ground.

Before they got themselves ready, Reggie reach for his nightstand on the side of the bed. Where he then took out a small dark blue velvet square box showing it to Florence.

“Reggie, what is that love?” she said, wrapping her soft blanket around her body, wondering what the small box had inside.

“Florence, I was going to surprise you with this before I left for prison, but I think tonight is best that I give it to you now. Florence would you like me to be your loving husband as much as I want you to be my loving wife,” Reggie said as he opened the small box revealing a nice-looking light diamond, silver ring making her gasp out in happiness.

“Reggie… I… my god, why yes, yes I do very much. I want to be yours forever, my gangster prince,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, making him smile at her acceptance.

He then took her right hand, placing the ring on her finger, fitting perfectly well as he expected. Florence felt in awe at seeing the new piece of jewelry on her finger, which made her heart flutter even more.

“It is beautiful Reggie. I love it very much, thank you so much, my sweet king,” she said, giving her now fiance a deep kiss on his lips, excited to see what her new life as Mrs. Kray will be like.

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iamkatehardy · 6 years

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At Last (Kray Twins x Reader) - Chapter 3

Previous Chapters can be found on my Mastelist.

Warnings: Fluff, Ron being adorable, Reggie being adorable as well, Angst, Mention of Violence, Mention of Death , a mix of feelings, you see?🤣

Author’s Notes: Please don’t hate me for the long chapter and let me know what you think about it!

Also, your husband is a jerk, but he’s a snack, because he looks like Alexander Skarsgård, just in case you want to picture him better 😘

AND At Last is actually a real song, one you should check out if you haven’t already!

Chapter 3

You couldn’t let fear run your life, or keep you from doing all the things you always dreamed to. It wasn’t easy to forget about your husband’s threats; he kept sending the same flowers and the cards with disturbing messages.

Reggie didn’t like it one bit, he could sense how tense you were every time you performed, how your eyes would scan the room, searching for Raymond’s face in the crowd. He had two of his most trustworthy men on the outside of your dressing room at all times, to prevent unpleasant surprises, and when you weren’t there, he would watch over you himself.

With time you became slightly more at ease, especially when you stopped receiving threats or flowers. Maybe your husband had finally decided to leave you alone, or he just realized he couldn’t touch you after the Krays took you under their wing.

You spent your time making musical arrangements of the greatest hits at that time, you had big plans for the club’s birthday and Reggie gave you full creative freedom to prepare the show. Ron would often stay to admire your work; he didn’t always verbalize it, but you knew he liked it, or he wouldn’t bother to stay. He didn’t give up the singing lessons idea, although his brother didn’t think it was a good one; the only times Ron went on Esmeralda’s Barn’s stage were simply disastrous; so Reggie asked you to forget the subject, but Rn would bring it up every now and then, and you decided to give it a shot. Maybe focusing on a new hobby would help him to control his aggressive impulses.

These lessons helped you bonding with the hardest brother to deal with, and it wasn’t a bad experience at all.

“In order for it to work, you have to be willing to open up. You have to fully feel it, to deepen your connection with it, that’s more important than hitting the right note, honestly.” – You rubbed his hand, because with time you learned that he’d be easier to deal with when you did it with love, although he’d refuse it at first.

“And how exactly do I do that?” – He pushed his glasses back onto his face, studying you for answers.

“How do I exactly teach that, huh?” – You muffled a laugh. - “Come with me, Ronald.” – You got up, offering him your hand.

“Where?”- He looked at you over his glasses, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t agree, so don’t ask, just come.” – You gave him a warm smile.

He put out his cigar and got up. Sorting him out wasn’t so hard after all. You took his hand; it was hard and his fingers were broad when compared to yours, he could definitely snap someone’s wrist, or neck, if he wanted to, but he tried to keep it gentle with you, though.

You both reached the front door. The sky grumbled restlessly, and the thick blackened clouds were full of rain, which poured heavily down the city.

“What are you doing?!” – He tried to stop you when you stepped into the rain.

“Come.” – Instead of running for cover, you just stood there. Your cloths soon became soaked and heavy, but your lips curved into the most delicious smile he had ever seen in his life. You spun happily, to find him striding towards you.

He took his glasses off, putting them in his pocket.

“Are you crazy (Y/N)?”

“Aren’t we all?” – You giggled, tracing his wet cheek with your delicate fingers.

“Let’s get inside, you’re a singer, you can’t get a cold!”

“I don’t care, Ron.” – You just danced in the rain, as if it was the most delightful thing you had ever done. – “Close your eyes.” – Your hair flew, due to the ferocious wind. – “Come on, I promise it’ll sound less crazy once you do it!”

“I don’t think it will.” – He closed his eyes, even though he wasn’t much convinced.

You were both drenched to the skin. Reggie came to the window in his office, to check the bad weather, and saw you both.

“Oh, bloody hell.” – He scratched his eyes and sighed.

Outside, you were still using your unusual methods with Ron.

“How do you feel?” – You grabbed his hands on yours.

“Fucking wet, (Y/N), that’s how I feel.”

You laughed out loud, laying your head back, and he opened one eye.

“Close your eyes, come on. Focus. I meant to ask how you feel inside.”

He took a deep long breath.

“I feel… Calm… Warmth…” – His expression softened. He made a weird face, not used to analyze his feelings that way, and slid a hand on his wet messy hair.

“And what else?”

“What do YOU feel?” – He asked-

“I feel freedom, serenity, happiness… I feel more like myself, as if the rain is washing my soul. And that’s just how I feel about music.” – You wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest for a while. He gave in and stroked your hair.

“That’s right, you have a point… I guess it’s worth the cold we’ll have tomorrow.”

“Are you both mad?! “ – Reggie peeked out the door. – “ I don’t know which one of you folks is crazier, right now.”- He shook his head.

“That’s what I meant when I told you to let it in… There’s a whole universe inside you, which you can explore, if you open up to it. And I know you can, Ron.”

He gave you a half smile; it was more than you were used to, so it was totally worth it. When you both got inside, you got a lecture from Reggie, nothing you hadn’t foreseen. But one thing Reggie couldn’t possibly deny was the positive effect you had on his brother, who listened to you, and even asked you for advice, before making his typical hot-headed decisions.

“Listen (Y/N), I want to thank you for helping me with Ron, but you really shouldn’t listen to all his ramblings…” – Reggie told you once Ron was gone.

“Have you ever thought he just wants to be heard? I know he can sound a little strange sometimes, but he really loves you and he’s just desperate for your approval, I think that’s the most meaningful thing for Ron.”

Reggie knew you were right, but he also knew a side of Ron you hadn’t meet yet, the blood thirsty one. He wouldn’t unveil that part of their lives, he knew that could push you away and he didn’t want it to happen.

The day of the show was near, it meant extra work, and extra time with Reggie in the club as well. Ron would often host after parties with the boys in his house, so it meant only you and Reggie would stay in Esmeralda’s Barn. His marriage was getting worse by the day, and working was the only way he had to make him forget about it. You liked him more than you should; it meant you’d listen to him whenever he needed to get something off his chest, no matter how hard it was for you to hear him talk about his wife and how much he loved her.

Some days you just sat on the dressing room, thinking how different things would have been if you had met him at a different time, under different circumstances but soon you’d try to convince yourself that it was what it was: you were doomed to be stalked by your abusive husband, and Reggie was supposed to run into Frances’s arms at the end of the day. You just couldn’t be together, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be that way.

On the celebration day, you felt anxious. It was expected, because it was something big. Reggie stopped by the dressing room, as usual, to check on you; he always did it to reassure you before the show, even if you didn’t always need it. It became a kind of tradition.

“How is my beloved diva tonight?” – He sat on the arm of the sofa, watching you. A Lemon Sherbet danced on his mouth, as he spoke.

“I’d be better if you shared your sweets, once in a while.” – You narrowed your eyes, joking.

“It’s the last one, I swear.” – Reggie got up, walking towards you, and rubbing your shoulder.

“And how is that an impediment, Mr. Kray?” – You laid your head back, to take a look at him.

His eyes were glistening, and his pouty soft lips turned into an appealing smile.

“Right…” – He rubbed this thumb across his lips, lost in thoughts for a second. Looking into your eyes, he ran a finger gently up the left side of your neck.

Your lips slightly parted, in response to his touch, which seemed to put a spell on you. Reggie bent down, approaching you. One of his hands rested on your naked shoulder and his thumb slid across your lower lip, as asking for permission. His touch made you feel alive, and you longed for it.

He let the candy slip into your mouth, pressing his lips gently on yours as he did it. You closed your eyes, feeling tingly all over, shivering inside, with the slightest touch of his lips on yours. Reggie broke the contact, and you opened your eyes, licking your lips with discretion.

“Thanks.” – You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I hope the show goes well, love, enjoy it.” – He planted a lingering kiss in your forehead and then left the dressing room.

Your heart was racing and you were still shaking. If you ever really wanted to take Reggie off your mind, what happened made things a lot harder.

Show time. You were secretly glad Frances wasn’t there; it meant you could swoon over Reggie, although you knew it was wrong.

When you walked up to the stage, you could see him in the front row, which immediately put you at ease. You didn’t close your eyes to perform, as you usually did, you kept your eyes glued on him instead. Never had a song have such a strong meaning as in that night.

“At last my love has come along, my lonely days are over and life is like a song…”

His feelings were contradictory, for a minute he just forgot about the wedding band on his finger, feeling oddly pleased you seemed to be sending him a message through the song.

“At last the skies above are blue; my heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you…”

His eyes were locked on yours, because he simply couldn’t take his eyes off you. You got off the stage, walking to his table.

“I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own… I found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill I’ve never known…” – You got closer, caressing his shoulder gently as you passed by him. – “You smiled… You smiled and the spell was cast, and here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last…”

Reggie smiled, he didn’t know if he was right, but his gut told him this was clearly for him. He felt as he hadn’t in a long time, a spark inside him, a barely controllable emotion taking over him.

Your performance granted you a standing ovation, once again, and all the attention turned toward you. All Reggie wanted was to take you away from there and make you his, but he had to control himself, in order to prevent people from gossiping and ruining his marriage even more.

As the night went on, you mingled with some people in the club, who congratulated you for your performance. You had already celebrated with Ron, Teddy , and a bunch of other people who were usuals at the club. You felt someone grabbing your arm, and turned to see Reggie, smoking.

“I haven’t congratulated you on tonight yet.” – He smiled not only with his lips, but also with his eyes.

“Did you like it?” – You got closer, almost resting your forehead on his, and stealing is cigarette, taking a puff.

“I loved it, darling.” – His hand moved to your waist, playing with the fabric of your dress. He leaned his head against yours, rubbing his nose on your ear, causing you goosebumps.

Your free hand moved to his cheek, running your fingers on it, in a warm soft caress.

“Ron is coming for you, I think you are needed over there…”

“Do you really want me to go?” – He smiled and you could feel his breath on your skin.

“That’s an unfair question, and I believe you know the answer already… But you’re the owner; you can’t just stay here, as much as I’d love you to.” – You tittered.

“Alright, but I will come back for you…” – He bit his lips and then turned to Ron, walking with him to the office.

By the time the bar closed, Ron had left the office already, but Reggie was still locked inside. He said he’d come for you, so you decided to wait for him. You started to tidy up the club for the next day, as you used to, when you were just a bartender.

Ron had forgotten his overcoat in his usual table, so when you heard the door you thought it was him. You didn’t immediately turn.

“Ronald, you scatterbrain! I knew you’d come for the coat, it’s freezing out there. If your head wasn’t attached to your shoulders, you’d certainly leave it behind as well.” – You giggled and then you turned around. Your face went blank.

“It’s so nice to finally see you (Y/N). You really did great tonight.” – A tall blond man walked toward you, and you started breathing heavily. – “It’s time to stop playing hide and seek; you need to come home with me, that’s where a lawful wife belongs.” – He smirked.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Raymond.” – You took a couple steps back.

“Feisty… I’ve always love that.” – His hands slid on his perfectly slicked back hair.- “Now, come on, don’t make things harder for you. I said COME.” – His eyes darkened with rage, and you knew exactly what that meant.- “Darling?” – He extended his hand, as an invitation for you to follow him home.

You shook your head, terrified. You couldn’t go back to the life you once had. He looked down, biting his lip.

“Why do you insist in making me lose my patience, huh?” – He approached even more, grabbing your chin with his hand. – “WHY can’t you just be quiet and obedient (Y/N)? Why do you make me do this?”

“You’re hurting me…” – You winced.

“And you hurt me, every time you run away.” – He kissed your lips forcefully.

You bit his lip hard, breaking it, and then spat on his face. He slapped you so hard you stumbled over a table.

“You’re a monster, and I’ll never willingly go with you.” – You pressed your hand on your reddened cheek.

“(Y/N), I love you…” – He pulled a knife out of his pocket.- “And that’s why I need you to hurt , just the way I hurt when you leave…” – He smirked maliciously, walking towards you once again.

“What are you doing? Stop.” – You screamed, in horror.

“You see, ungrateful woman, from now on, you’ll always smile when I touch you, just like you should…” – His eyes glistened with evil.

Hearing you, Reggie realized there was trouble, and he silently walked in the main room of the club, with a gun on his hand. He walked towards Raymond, hitting his head hard with his gunstock. Raymond fell on his knees, dropping the knife, which you kicked away from his reach.

“I came to realize you are a man of poor choices…” – Reggie said bitterly, and Raymond lift his hands in defeat, as the coward he was.

You were still breathless, terrified.

“First of all, I fucking hate when people come in my club with any kind of gun in their possession. It’s not good for the bar. And I don’t like violence in here…” – Reggie put his gun against your husband’s head. – “Second, poor choice of weapon. You’re not really smart, are you? You didn’t stand a chance in the first place, not on my watch…” – He removed the trigger safety.

“Reggie…” - You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Now, get up, look me in the fucking eyes like the man you’re not. I’m about to tell you what your poorest choice was.” – Reggie took two steps back. – “And don’t even try to be funny, I’ll shoot you between the eyes, mate.”

Raymond got up, facing Reggie.

“You poorest fucking choice is being a coward, who hurts helpless women. I’m afraid you must pay for that.”

“Have you been sleeping with her? Is that why you’re protecting this useless bitch?”

“Mate, I’d strongly suggest you to fucking shut it.”

“If you haven’t, I’ll save you the suspense, it sucks, it’s not worth all this drama, so just let me take her home.”

“I thought that once you had a gun on your face, you’d show your wife the respect you owe her, the respect and love she deserve. You also owe her an apology. So by all means, go ahead and do it, right now. ”

Raymond turned to you, and you could see he was upset.

“You fucking bitch.” – He stepped quickly toward you, choking you with his both hands, the harder he could. Your nails were digging in his flesh, as begging him to stop, and it started to get harder for you to breath.

“When you have bad habits, you have them to the bone, I know about that, more than I’d like to, meaning I also know you don’t deserve the chance to see another day.” – Reggie pulled the trigger and the sound of the shot was the only thing to break the silence, for a moment.

Raymond’s hands stopped choking you, his eyes widened before you could see his life leaving them. Your dress was soaked in his blood, and his body slowly fell against yours, until it finally fell at your feet. You kneeled by his body, your hands were now red, and you shook him, searching for a sign of life, even though you knew there wasn’t any.

Tears danced in your eyes, and you could feel a kind of twist in your stomach. Everything was blurry, but you could hear Reggie’s steps.

“You… You killed him…” – You looked up at him, visibly disturbed.

“I had to, he was going to hurt you, and I have feelings for you, I couldn’t allow such thing. If not today, he was going to do it tomorrow, or whenever he’d catch you… I couldn’t stand see you being consumed by fear anymore.” – He offered you his hand, but you didn’t take it.

“But I never wanted anyone to get hurt. I don’t know if I can live with that. Can you?”

His silence was the answer. This was the side of him you didn’t know; he did what had to be done, he protected his interests however it was needed, and it often involved blood. The violence you wanted to avoid, by running away from your husband, it was the same you just saw in Reggie, when he killed Raymond in cold blood.

In that moment, you realized the man you fell in love with wasn’t only sweet and gentlemanly, as you used to think he was. The rumors were probably true, and the Krays were probably dangerous. Reggie had a dark side, bigger than you could even begin to imagine.

“You’ll be fine (Y/N).” – He put his gun aside, fixing his disheveled hair. – “I’ll solve this, make sure his body is found and he’ll have a proper funeral… From today on, you’re free, and you must fear no one.” – He helped you getting up, cupping your cheek in his hands.

“No one except you.” – You escaped his touch, breathing heavily. You grabbed your coat and put it on, walking into the rainy dark night.

Reggie could live with the guilty of killing a man. But could he live with the guilt of pushing you away?

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pandoras-princess · 3 years

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Ronnie’s World (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

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A/N: Hello my lovelies! 🌸🌸 I hope you are all well. I’m not too sure where this came from, but I’m very happy it’s here. My first time writing a proper one shot for Ronnie, it was inspired by the drabble I posted a while ago 😊 obviously an AU world where Ronnie isn’t solely interested in men and in terms of that if any phrases I’ve used in relation to Ronnie cause any offence please let me know and I will be more than happy to find an alternative that works, but I don’t know anything if you guys don’t let me know, so please always feel comfortable enough to just drop me a message 😊😊 the last thing I want to do is upset anyone. So with that said, I give you this one shot, maybe a part two if you want it?? Idk status pending on that one 🧐 Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: In Ronnie’s harsh world there’s no time for love and feelings and all that nonsense. No, Ronald Kray was a heartless man, interested only in chasing the infinite highs of life. That is, until he meets you...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (it is a kray one shot after all)

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Ronnie Kray’s world was a unique one, to say the least. Draped in sex, drugs and all things gangster, it was hardly what one would call normal.

But the world worked for Ron, and Ron worked for his world.

The moment he saw you, that world tilted on it’s axis. The movement was so slight it could’ve gone unnoticed. The insatiable desire to claim you as his own, however, was not so easily ignored.

It was a drizzly Friday night and the club was at it’s peak. Packed from wall to wall with happy go lucky couples, the live entertainment was going down a storm.

Ron was enjoying a whiskey, puffing away on his signature cigar when he noticed a sodden young woman enter the club. Drenched ringlets clung to your face and your chubby cheeks were as red as your velvet coat, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away. He’d certainly never seen you in the club before, and as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen you in the surrounding area either.

You push through the crowded bar to lean over and whisper something in the bartender’s ear, who then calls Reggie over and introduces you. A growl rumbles through Ron’s chest as Reggie embraces you in a hug and leaves a kiss on the back of your hand.

It was no secret that Ronnie was of a different persuasion to his brother, so he couldn’t fathom where these feelings were coming from. He couldn’t fathom why it made his skin crawl and teeth itch to watch Reggie flirt with you. He’d never been this attracted to anyone, much less a woman. But as his eyes drink you in, you’re the only person left in the world he has any interest in.

The hand creeping up his thigh brings him crashing back into reality and he roughly pushes it away. “I am not interested.”

“C’mon Ron, you’re always interested” Teddy purrs.

“Not anymore.” Standing up, he makes his way over to the spot you were occupying at the bar.

“Hello there.”

“Alright Ron” Reggie nods towards his brother, a smirk plastered across his face at the apparent infatuation written all over Ronnie’s. “This is the new singer, she’s on in a bit.”

You whip around, spraying his face with fine droplets of water in the process. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Er right, nice to meet you. Are you from around here?” Ron sips his whiskey, his posture awkward and stiff as he shoves his free hand in his pocket. It’d been a long time since he’d had to impress anyone. And never anyone as beautiful as you.

“No but close, Hackney actually.”

“Mm very close indeed.”

An awkward silence sweeps through the air and you smile politely at him, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, break a leg.”

He raises his glass to you before stalking back to the table, grumbling to himself along the way.

‘You’re a fucking idiot Ronald a fucking idiot! Should’ve asked the pretty lady out when you had a chance, probably thinks you’re a fucking weirdo now...’

Half an hour later you were up on stage. You’d traded your damp coat for a red gown that hugged your body in ways he could only envy, and the room falls silent as you begin to sing.

“Tell me that it’s true, tell me you agree... I was meant for you, you were meant for me...

Dearly beloved, how clearly I see... somewhere in heaven you were fashioned for me...”

By the time you’d finished, Ron was in complete awe. If he thought your beauty was breathtaking, the voice that came from you knocked the remaining air right out of his lungs.

This time he made his way over to you smiling and relaxed, back to his usual cocky self. Hearing you sing had given him the confidence he so desperately needed and nothing, absolutely nothing could stand in his way of getting you.

“Like my very own angel! Here have a drink.” He hands you a fresh glass of champagne as his eyes rake over your body.

You were a good few inches shorter than him despite your heels, and as you smile up at him through your lashes, Ron’s heart stops beating. Just for a second.

“Thank you.”

After a few more glasses and many more compliments, you agree to let him take you out to dinner.

The rest, they say, is history.

6 months later you and Ron are leaving the church hand in hand as your closest friends and family shower you in rose petals. You weren’t quite sure how you had found your soulmate buried within the psychotic gangster, but you didn’t need to know. All you needed to know was that he loved you more than life itself, and the feeling was very much mutual.

6 months after that you and Ron are driving round to Vi’s for your weekly visit. You had finally managed to grab Ronnie by the ear and drag him with you and the man had complained nonstop since.

“What am I meant to talk about anyway?” He grumbles, glancing out of the window as he drives at a snails pace down the cobbled roads.

“She’s your mother you should know what to talk about.”

“See that don’t answer my question now does it?” He turns to you, and the innocent look of despair almost makes you giggle.

“Normal things, you talk about normal things Ron.” You plant a quick kiss on his lips and he begins to list all of the normal things he can think of.

“The weather...”

“That’s always a good’un.”

“Er, the future weather. They’ve got all those predictions now don’t they?”

“How about you start with how you’ve been?”

“Because you said normal things love, and I am not normal.”

As he pulls to a stop outside of Vi’s, he’d come up with 6 topics of conversation appropriate for the visit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mother, he always wanted to see his mum. It was just that over the last 6 months Ron had become so accustomed to your way of translating the ‘normal’ things he found so hard to understand, that he didn’t actually know how to speak with other respectable adults. He dealt solely with you, Reggie and gangster’s, and only one of those relationships required him to be sane about things. So spending an afternoon on his best behaviour, participating in common conversation with a woman he most certainly could not disrespect, was fucking terrifying.

Your reassuring squeeze of his hand calms his nerves, and he tries to relax. It was his mother and his wife after all, what could go wrong?

“Y/N, Ronnie, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in!” The small woman pulls you both into a hug before ushering you inside. They both take a seat at the breakfast table as you set about making the tea.

“Lovely cup of tea, darling.”

A smug smile tugs at your lips as you drink the compliment in. A good cup of tea was the ultimate seal of approval when it came to Violet Kray.

“Thank you, mum.”

After a few minutes of tea sipping and mundane chit chat, Ronnie had reached his limit. Excusing himself from the table he disappears upstairs to join Reggie.

Once he was out of earshot, Violet turns to you. “So, when were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That I’m going to be a grandmother!” She sings, clasping her hands around yours.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.”

“I know the look of a pregnant woman when I see one love, you’ve got the glow. I’d say around 8 weeks.”

Time grinds to a halt as you count back the dates in your head, realising you were indeed a month late. Your boobs constantly ached and within the past few days there were few foods lucky enough to remain in your stomach, but you didn’t think too much of it at the time. Just a bug, you thought.

With all the newlywed bliss you’d not noticed the missing period, something you were now cursing yourself for. A wave of nausea washes over you as the image of Ron’s face twisted in anger flashes across your mind. Dashing to the loo, your lunch comes back up as quickly as it had gone down.

Sagging against the wall, you will your racing heart to steady itself. How you’d been so careless you’d never know. Ron would be furious. A baby hardly fit into his gangster world plans.

Knock. Knock.

“Y/N are you okay?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Y/N...?” Ron’s worried voice replaces Violet’s but you still couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“Y/N, open the door...” His tone changes and if you knew your husband, you had about 30 seconds to open it before he opened it for you.

Dragging yourself to your feet you do as he says, and one look at your face tells him something isn’t right.

“Y/N what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Before you know it his strong arms are around your waist spinning you in the air, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” You watch the smile spread to his eyes, both twinkling with excitement, as you nod your head.

“Oi Reg, guess what?”

“What?” Reggie’s head pops over the banister.

“We’re having a baby! She’s pregnant!”

“That’s great news Ron! Great news. About time n’all.” He makes his way downstairs with the rest of the gang in tow, and Violet barely gives him the time to hug you both before thrusting a glass of champagne in his hand to celebrate.

Soon time comes for you to leave and tears threaten to spill over as Violet congratulates you again, Ronnie fighting to prise you from her grip before bundling you into the car. The stress of panicking and excitement over the news was far too much for your unstable hormones to bear and you spend the whole journey home blubbering into Ron’s suit jacket as he tries his best not to laugh.

You were adorable, and he couldn’t wait until there was a mini you running about the place.

Unfortunately pregnancy was not kind to you, most of it spent in and out of the hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible and by the time your baby girl had arrived, his protection was a force to be reckoned with.

The tiny bundle of joy was everything he’d dreamt she’d be, born with a full head of ginger curls and eyes the colour of storms at sea. Ronnie swore if you stared into them long enough, you’d see the cloudy skies swirling around her inky irises.

She was nothing short of perfect, and Ronnie couldn’t imagine loving anything more than he loved her. Apart from you, of course.

You stand in her hand painted nursery, cradling your daughter to your chest as she gently suckles away.

“From this valley they say you are going... we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile...”

Ronnie follows the voice he’d fallen so hopelessly in love with - the voice that had calmed his sufferings countless nights before - and stands quietly in the doorway so he can enjoy the private performance.

“For you take with you all of the sunshine... that has brightened our pathway for a while...

Then come sit by my side if you love me... do not hasten to bid me adieu...

Just remember the red, river valley and the cowboy who has loved you so true...”

He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing the pair of you into his chest. Luna gurgles in satisfaction and her big blue eyes find her father’s as her little eyelids start to droop. Ronnie rocks you both from side to side, stopping only to plant a kiss on your temple and within seconds she’s sound asleep in your arms. You place her in her cot before turning around to face him.

“Hey” you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping newborn.

“Hey.”

“We should probably get out of here.”

“Yes we probably should” he chuckles, leading you out of the nursery.

You collapse onto your bed, arms high above your head as a long sigh escapes you.

“Your daughter is so exhausting!”

“My daughter yeah?”

“Yes, when she’s loud and grizzly and hungrier than a cattle farmer, she’s your daughter. When she’s cute and smiley and adorable, she’s my daughter, okay?”

“Alright then whatever you say yeah.” Ronnie holds his hands up in surrender, not daring to argue with his exhausted wife.

You feel the bed dip beside you as his large hand rests on your thigh. “How about we get some sleep love, how about that?”

You grin sleepily, tired eyes peering up at him. “Sounds perfect.”

You quickly undress and climb into bed, your heavy limbs sinking into the soft mattress as you snuggle into Ron’s side. Within seconds your breathing slows, and the rise and fall of your chest evens out as you fall into a deep slumber.

‘Like mother, like daughter’ he thinks to himself as he focuses on the steady beating of your heart against his own, your warm breath fanning his bare chest. He soon falls into his own dreamland utopia.

Yes, meeting you had spun his world entirely on it’s head. Emotionless sex was replaced with raging passion and marriage vows, drugs were replaced with cups of tea and breastmilk. Gangster’s were replaced with... well, there’s only so much you can change about a Kray.

But, Ron had to admit, this world worked for him too.

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The Pencil Skirt

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: This idea floated in my head for a while and finally managed to write it. Been missing some Dom! Ronnie Kray. Hope you all enjoy it!

His legs spread wide open, as he guided you towards him. Standing between them, a sense of excitement fluttered when you felt him close his legs on you. And to your surprise, an exhale left his lips in the form of a grunt, the moment his clothed thighs brushed against your own.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

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One hour ago , late afternoon “Ah! Y/N...right on time, as always. Take a seat , love”

Reggie Kray cried out the moment you stepped into the flat. You acknowledged the presence of everyone there with silent greetings and subtle waves.

“Right then lads...” Reggie said while he showed you the free seat he left next to him “...let’s get this sorted”

It was not so long ago, since you joined The Firm to work as their secretary. A boys club it was, sure. And family and friends being firmly against it was a given. But for you, the money was good and you enjoyed the company with all your heart. They were your family too.

Your hands began to smooth down from about mid-thigh down towards the bottom of the skirt as you sat down. This was obviously the usual practice when sitting down with a skirt. But with the pencil skirt, the process seemed far too pleasing, feeling your own curves through the material before taking your place in the chair.

New and on trend, you treasured the pencil skirts you owned with love. Classy, elegant and feminine, wearing them brought you confidence.

Confidence in yourself in every way.

As you sat down, you felt a particular pair of eyes watch you with intensity. It was familiar enough to not show surprise.

As always, business was discussed. This time however including a special topic: Attempt on making peace with a rival gang. A meeting was planned today after this. And there had to be contingencies. Legs crossed, you noted them all down in your book, with focus and detail.

And yet, those eyes watched you. Those eyes belonged to none other than Ronnie Kray.

Just as you had your habit to smoothen your skirt before sitting down, the other Kray twin had his. Always sitting right across from you, him staring at you with fascination was simply involuntary. And just as always, his stare would wash over you long enough for you to look up, only to find yourself locked in his gaze.

“Y/N?”

Reggie’s sudden whisper broke your concentration mid-gaze. Leslie Payne had begun talking, allowing Reggie some free time to wonder as to why your hand had stopped moving.

“You alright?”

Inconspicuously, Reggie whispered to your ear, moving his lips subtle enough a particular person would not read them, “Is Ron giving you a hard time?”

His tone was filled with concern. It was not surprising, since his brother’s stare was quite noticeable. Your eyes widened.

“No...of course not” you slightly shook your head, turning your head towards him, “...I’m fine, thanks Reg” you whispered back, giving a soft smile.

Of course you were fine. But what Reggie did not need to know was your deep curiosity.

How you were dying with curiosity of when his brother’s stares will finally end, with something more.

His stares never made you uncomfortable, for it simply fueled your desire for him enough more than it was the first time you laid eyes on him.

You wished you understood the language his eyes spoke, for you'd be an enthusiastic conversing partner. But that was all a part of your curiosity. So, you kept writing as the men continued.

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An hour later

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you returned to the living room. Everyone had left, except for Ronnie.

Nervously, you cleared your throat.

“Where is everyone?”

“They all left...” Ronnie said, putting out his cigar while he sat on the armchair, “I promised Reggie we would meet him at the pub after”

The meeting, you remembered. Of course.

Embarrassment came over you when you realized you made a Kray twin wait for you until you were ‘powdering your nose’’. And the fact it was Ronnie made it worse.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kray....”You said, looking down.

Silence filled the room while you got your things ready to go.

“You know...I’ve always thought you looked good!”

You froze.

As long as you have known him, Ronnie Kray had never complimented you before.

Until today.

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him. Suddenly this seemed to be the most tense moment you’ve ever encountered.

“Beautiful...yeah” Ronnie began, “I’ve always thought you were beautiful” he said in a convincing tone, “but...you in that skirt...fuckin hell!” he scoffed, “It’s something else...you look so good” He said, holding out his hand.

When he held out his hand that way, with eyes that demanded you to hold it, you knew defiance was not a wise choice. And you did not want to after all.

“So fucking good...I couldn’t get my fuckin mind off it” He growled.

Hips swaying as you walked towards him, you swore this was merely your imagination. For you couldn’t comprehend any of this.

At last , he had spoken. And you needn’t be curious anymore.

The touch of his hand on yours sent shivers down your spine, and blushes up your cheeks.

He had you, right where he wanted you.

And with a swift movement, you felt him place both hands on the back of your thighs, caressing the material of your pencil skirt.

“Genius....innit? This skirt...” he said, in a low tone, transfixed in you.

Starting from the hem, his hands traveled upwards, slowly indulging every inch of you skin through skirt until they reached mid thigh. And then they traveled downwards, repeating the process to his pleasure.

His touch, it made you wince, it made you moan softly. It claimed his power over you, even though he still remained to be seated. “Don’t look away!”Ronnie said, “Look at me!” He commanded, when he noticed your involuntarily need to close your eyes in response.

With much bravery, you gazed back at him.

Finally, you found yourself understanding his language. And you knew, a few minutes more of his silent conversations, would surely drive you to the point of heated arousal, that will not fade so quickly.

“Mr. Kray....” you began.

“Ronnie...” he corrected.

“Ronnie...” you amended, eyes not leaving his as he slowly got up,“I’m afraid we’re going to be late-Ah!”

A gasp was inevitable as you felt him cup your buttocks firmly. Faces only centimeters away, his heated breath fell on your face.

“Well...” Ronnie began, pulling you closer till your body was finally pressed against his.

“....Then I guess they’ll have to just fucking wait...till I’m fucking done with you!” ___________________________________________

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