#Reggie Kray fic

[beah388love]

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.

[hecatemoon87]

Nature Documentary: Tom Hardy Characters

Leo Demidov

Ah, and here we see a rare Russian lion pondering the existence of evil. He is a beautiful beast, is he not?

He is known to stalk his prey for miles, and once engaged in the hunt, he is relentless.

This male might appear distant and elusive. However, when it comes to mating, he will choose his mate for life and is a fierce protector.

Freddie Jackson

This is one of the most unpredictable Tom Hardy species out in the wild. Note the cheeky smile. Alluring, attractive...but dangerous.

This beast draws in his prey with a calm demeanor before quickly switching over to brute force.

With females, he has a natural tendency to induce a sort of hypnotic trance over them. Pulling them into his bed and mating aggressively, then moving on to defend his territory.

Alfie Solomons

The cameramen have been advised to give this ferocious beast some distance. See the intensity in this male's eye? A stunning specimen of the Tom Hardy species indeed.

A highly territorial predator, Alfie Solomons stalks his natural habitat of Camden Town. To protect his territory, he puts on displays of dominance by proving his intellectual superiority through strategy. If other males are not daunted by this, then he resorts to physical aggression to lay claim to what's rightfully his.

Females are drawn to his musk and intense masculine magnetism. He has no issues finding a mate.

Eddie Brock

This curious creature, latin name Neurotix Eddix, has an interesting migration pattern. Though we've seen attempts at settling, the tracking chip shows yet another transition in location.

This beast is generally good-natured. However, recent blood tests after a catch and release indicate that he has been infected with some kind of parasite.

Instead of making him sick, the parasite has somehow enhanced his abilities. I believe we are seeing a rare but real-time evolution of genes in this species. Truly remarkable.

Ian Eames

A quick-witted and feisty creature, Eames mostly hunts alone. However, there are times we've seen him in collaborations with other males.

He is, at times, able to blend into his surroundings. Going unnoticed for hours. However, when he wishes to be seen, he pulls the attention of many.

If you look closely, you can notice his subtle but distinct plumage. The salomon colored shirt draws the attention of his intended mate, who is then floored by his extraordinary male beauty. Upon sensing the arousal of a potential mate, he wastes no time in mounting the female.

James Delaney

I am keeping my voice lowered so as not to disturb this majestic beast. His tolerance for attention is fairly low, so any sudden movement on our part will likely end in an attack.

James is a stealthy predator who has been known to use others for his own purposes. I've not seen such dedication at completing a hunt as compared to him. So it is best we do not annoy him.

Reggie Kray

Ah, yes, the dazzling yet dangerous Reggie Kray is seen walking the streets of East London. You see, the well pressed suit, polished shoes, and meticulously combed hair indicate his status and power. He is nonverbally telling others that he is king of this jungle.

He is a fiercesome predator. He is able to incapacitate his prey quickly and efficiently.

His ability to find a mate is extraordinary. Instead of looking for the female, as traditionally most males are ought to do in the wild. The female comes to him. It's absolutely fascinating.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters as Writers

TH Masterlist

Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @potter-solomons​ @zablife​ @ilovemanypeople​ @vir-tual​ @liliac-dreamer​ @alikaheroes

I was inspired by @hecatemoon87​‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.

Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.

His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.

Right?

James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.

If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.

Or are they?

Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.

Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.

He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.

A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.

The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.

He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.

His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.

By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”

His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).

Two little treasures I found;

[wandawiccan60]

Happy Halloween Darlin'- (Modern AU)

A Reggie Kray & Ronnie X Nora(FemOC) Drabble

A/N: Hey everyone and happy Fall so far I wanted to write this short drabble and this fic inspired me when I went to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Hollywood some time ago (it's a Halloween event that they do every year for those of you who don't know). And I wanted to make a short cute story including the Kray Twins and I thought what if The Krays traveled to a Halloween haunt for fun you know?? So here it is and I hope you guys enjoy this short story. I want to thank you all again for reading my fics as always. Please again comment, reblog, and support the blog. It'll mean so much for the page and I appreciate you all as always who stick around and read my stories. As always guys thank you for reading and catch up with you guys again later. See Ya!!!

TAGS: @hecatemoon87, @i-love-th-characters1, @kittycatcait219, @raincoffeeandfandoms, @potter-solomons, @zablife, @madame-wilsonn, @tomhardyspinkyfinger, @jarvisrocks, @omgeternal, @solomons-finest-rum, @theshelbyclan, @thealmightybitchgoddess, @tea-atfive, @theshelbyslimited, @veddieiscanon, @ao3feed-symbrock, @annisse, @rikki-b-lake, @97freaknik, @ninja-potato-shelby-solomons, @mollybegger-blog, @darklydeliciousdesires, @thefics-that-drip, @lovebitesimagines, @professor-alfie-solomons, @queencoraline3, @queenofthefaceless, @bubblyani, @buttercup32sstuff, @rayanee05, @symbean, @smellslikeillusorydreams, @quarterpastmidnight, @mariadecapitated, @edwardthomashardy1, @thetragedyofophelia,

Word Count: 2,718

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Spooky Themes, Some Sexy Time, Some Fluff, & Halloween Vibes

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“Reggie dear, can we not go, please? You know how I act if we go to this Halloween attraction you bought tickets for in America. You already should know that I hate spooky and disturbing things,” Nora said, folding her arms together while giving an angry pout to Reggie.

Ronnie, however, was busy reading a newspaper next to where Nora was sitting, while a small smile spread across his face. Both Ronnie and Reggie have a thing for extreme Halloween-haunted attractions, and they thought that going to America would be a fresh experience. Here around East London, there are many that they have gone to multiple times in the past. But almost everything was the same scares and themes, and mostly it got to a point that it was boring. But it was Reggie’s idea to plan a trip to California where they have multiple theme parks that make their own Halloween haunts. Without telling Nora, both Ronnie and Reggie booked tickets anyway, knowing that his lovely girl doesn’t enjoy getting scared.

“Wha’ are you jokin’ love? It will be fun, I promise you, if you don’ like it we can do something else around there instead. I hear they also have drinks, music, and many rides to go on. We can do that and not go into the haunted houses, but baby please come with us for us please yea?” Reggie said, sitting down next to Nora but she looked the other way, not wanting to look at him.

“Yea Nora, we promise tha’ we won’ leave your side. Besides, if any of those fuckers get close to you, we will beat them to the ground. What we care about the most is wanton’ you to feel safe and maybe you’ll love this Halloween event,” Ronnie now said resting the newspaper down on his lap as he continued speaking and looking at Nora in her eyes, “it would be lonely if you won’ come with us, especially you are our lovely wife. But come now, love, come with us just this once. And like Reggie says, if you don’ like it and think it will be too much for ya, we will leave alrigh’?”

Nora then let out a small sigh while she rolled her eyes at the twins, clearly being outnumbered by both of her boys she loved ever so infinitely. Since she was a little girl, Nora found nothing fun about Halloween, but she did like to decorate for the season. But never in her life. She has ever gone to a Halloween haunted house where you pay scare actors to scream, holler, or chase after you. The only fun things she has done when Halloween was around the corner were staying at home, making some tasty desserts with her parents, going trick or treating, and just enjoying the orange leaves that fall from the trees. But she never once thought of going to get scared since she gets scared easily and would rather want to go home. While the Krays waited for Nora’s last call, she then gave up and took hold of Reggie’s and Ronnie’s hands, caressing her thumbs against their skin.

“Fine, I will go with you two, but don’t regret this because I will not want to talk to you boys when we get back home. And to put the cherry on top, and I promise you, no sex for 2 months. How about that, my lovely boys, deal?” Nora said, giving a sly smile, making both gangsters’ eyes open wider in surprise. 

“Yea sure we can handle that love… right Ronnie?” Reggie said, looking at his brother with a disappointed look. Ronnie just struggled and nodded his head, feeling nervous about what Nora said. 

“Well now, I am exhausted. We should all head to bed, my lovely kings. But I am serious about what I am telling you both, so keep that in mind, yea? Anyway, let’s go, we must rest up and actually, I got a surprise for both of you, if you would like to see that is,” Nora said biting her bottom lips gently as she stood up from the couch, still holding both of the Krays hands.

“Do you baby? Well, then we should not waste any more time than let’s see what you got for us then baby,” Ronnie said, feeling his now crotch bulge against his trousers while Reggie licked his lips, thinking, whatever Nora will surprise them with. She let out a small giggle while letting go of their large hands. Nora then sat on Reggie’s lap, giving him small wet kisses as Ronnie caressed her firm, sexy ass with his right hand. She then made her way towards Ronnie, giving those same wet kisses to Reggie. As the trio exchanged more erotic kisses, they then made their way to the bedroom, where they always share their sexual desires under the covers. Some hours later, Nora, Ronnie, and Reggie breathed heavily in and out, trying to relax their bodies. They spread out their clothes and a witch hat on the floor as Nora then gave a quick kiss on both of their cheeks while the boys wrapped their arms around her lovely body. One by one the twins drifted off to relaxed sleep, except Nora, who was the last person who was still wide awake. Thinking and feeling uneasy about the event she has to go to with the boys. She really didn’t want to go at all, but deep inside her heart she had too for the sake of Reggie and Ronnie. Knowing that they will feel sad that she won’t be around since they can’t go anywhere without their loving wife. Nora then let out a small quiet sigh, shifting on her body to the right side, caressing her fingers against Reggie’s left cheek. Nora then hears Ronnie let out a small groan as he wrapped his large arm around her stomach. Laying his chin gently on top of her shoulder, his eyes stilled closed, which this made Nora chuckle at this cute gesture. 

“My silly handsome boys, I love you both so much,” she said in a low whisper, feeling her now heavy eyes consuming her to sleep, thinking of a happier place in her dreams.

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California, USA- Halloween Day🎃

“My darlings, can we not go anymore, and instead get our money back and go somewhere else?” Nora said while walking their way to the theme parks entrance, which had many spiderwebs, jack-o'-lanterns, and other spooky decorations.

“Nora, are you jokin’ right now, love? We came all this way from home and now you want to chicken out when literally we’re right outside of the front gates? Come on, baby please just one haunted house for us please we promise you yea?” Ronnie said, holding onto her right hand under his muscular arm as Reggie did the same with her other arm.

“Ugh, I hate you both so much, and fine, fine, but keep in mind what I told you boys before we left home. So don’t whine about it after we are done with this fucking thing,” she said in an annoyed tone, making their way to the large line of people waiting to get inside the park.

Nora and the twins arrived in California two days ago, knowing they had plenty of other time to visit other places before the event. Nora felt relaxed when they would go to a coffee shop or take a walk around a park while enjoying the many orange and brown leaves of Fall. They also had the chance to go to a family friendly pumpkin trial where there were many carved pumpkins with adorable designs. Which Nora found enjoyable and something that distracted her mind and not thinking of the Halloween haunt she didn’t want to go. She wished that was the type of Halloween she wanted to spend instead of going to something more intense and not family friendly. 

After what felt like an hour has gone by, the sky was now dark as Nora and the Krays made their way inside the amusement park, getting themselves ready to have a good time. Nora then held onto both of their arms as they walked through a foggy trail where some ambience music played in the background. 

“Are you ready to get scared, darlin’?” Reggie said cheerfully, making their way through the smokey trial while Nora just ignored him while rolling her eyes.

“I think that is an exciting expression of a yes to me Reg, but I am looking forward to this,” Ronnie said with a smile while in the far distance they heard some people yelling out loud. 

Nora felt her muscles tense, expecting the worst to come even though they hadn’t gotten scared yet. She then tightens her hands around the boy’s arms until suddenly one of the scareactor’s popped out from the fog. This made Nora let out a loud scream at the top of her lungs. The scareactor, who was dressed as a creepy scarecrow with blood gushing out from his eyes, laughed while he made his way to scare his next victim. Nora then buried her face against Ronnie’s left shoulder as another actor dressed up all in black wearing a plague doctor mask appeared from the fog. 

“Oh, you fuckin’ bastard, you got me,” Reggie said between chuckles while the plague doctor made some disturbing screeching noise as he then got close to Nora.

“Ahhh, no please get the fuck away from me!” Nora yelled out as another performer, this time a woman dressed all in black with black and white makeup on her face growled close to her right ear.

Nora didn’t want to stick around for much longer until she let go of Ronnie’s and Reggie’s hands running away from them. The plague doctor and a Wolfman then chased behind her until she made it to the restrooms. Refusing to go back into the open while the scareactor gestured her to come out from safety while Reggie then made his way to her side.

“Oh, she is a runner, ain’t she, huh? Haha, I’m going to eat you alive when you come out here again?” Said the man in the Wolf mask, making a growling sound. Reggie then hugged Nora more tightly, not moving an inch away from the restrooms.

“Nora love, come on they won’t bite I got you,” said Reggie in between giggles while holding tightly onto Nore who she buried her face against his broad chest. 

“Reggie, I’m too scared to go out there again. I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said, feeling her legs shaking lightly as Ronnie then made his way next to Nora, placing a gentle hand on top of her right shoulder, trying to relax her.

“Nora, it’s alright. Those scary fuckers are gone, and don’t back down, love, we are here with you. We will never leave your side. We promise you, you are our brave girl. Come on, let’s get going, yes?” Ronnie said with encouragement, caressing the back of her black hair, which she then looked between Reggie and Ronnie.

She took in a deep breath and let out a long slow exhaled, giving in the words that Ronnie gave her. After a moment later, she then felt more at ease and the next thing they know they ended up doing their first haunted house maze of the night. Nora was screaming and laughing while Ronnie let out girl-like screams while Reggie laughed his ass off. While holding onto Nora by her waist, trying to fast walk through the last room of the haunted maze. Once they got out of the house, they all breathed in some fresh air. Ronnie placed his hands on top of his knees. Bending forward, trying to regain his strength from screaming too much.

“Reggie, you fucking wanker, you said you were going to go in the front. What the fuck?” he said in an annoyed tone. Reggie was busy laughing along with Nora, who she had a big smile on her face.

“Haha, you should have heard yourself, baby. I never thought you had a scream of a 7-year-old girl in ya. I should have video taped that and saved it for later,” Nora said, giving Ronnie a peck on his left cheek rolling his eyes in embarrassment.

“Fuck off the both of ya, yea, we should keep going. We have more houses to go do. How are you feeling so far? Is it too much for you already since you seem you’re not bothered at all by your acting right now? Are you liking it?” Ronnie said, wrapping his left arm around her small shoulders, giving her a smile which Nora nodded her head yes.

“At first I was skeptical of it, but once we went inside, it wasn’t too bad. I really enjoyed it very much. Everyone is coming out from everywhere. You can’t seem to not run or hide anywhere since they are all over the place,” she said, letting out another giggle, feeling her heart pumping with excitement then what she felt in the beginning.

“That’s wonderful to hear, see, and you said you didn’t want to come. And yes, we should do everything else before it gets late. We should go through this path now, come along then,” Reggie said, pointing to the other side as the trio made their way towards the other mazes they needed to go through.

At the end of the night, Ronnie, Reggie, and Nora accomplished in going through all the scary houses. But before their fun ended, they ended up going on some rides, which Nora’s favorite was the chair swing ride. Feeling her legs dangling in the air while the tail of the ride went around and around. Once the ride was over, they all made their way out of the theme park as they walked their way back to the hotel room. Which was literally next door to the theme park and all the while, Nora was holding onto her big stuffed unicorn that Ronnie won for her in one of the small carnival games. Both Kray twins only smiled, seeing how happy she looked, knowing she enjoyed a night she will probably not forget.

“Did you like tonight’s event, my sweet girl?” Reggie said, giving a kiss on her right cheek.

“Hehe, you know you think I might sound crazy but we should do that again, but next year, of course. I was expecting it to be more horrible than I thought it would be. But honestly, I ended up wanting more and never wanting it to end. What do you say, boys? Next year, we should come back again. And this time I choose where we should get scared. Is that an agreement?” She said, giving a look between the two, hoping they will say yes. 

“Why fuck yes, my dear! Of course we can do this again. How can we say no to you, ey?” Reggie said with a smile crouching nose at her way of making her let out a ‘yay’ like a little toddler.

“Thank you, boys, so much for this night. I will never forget this moment, especially with the two of you,” Nora said, hugging both of their arms with her arms as the boys gave her side kisses on both of her cheeks.

“Happy Halloween, my sweet lovely creature,” The Krays said in unison as they reached the front door of the hotel, letting Nora go in first.

“And happy Halloween to you too, my naughty handsome devils. Now what do you say we do something funnier before the sacred yea?” She said with a side smile and a quick wink. This made Reggie and Ronnie smile big at what she meant.

“Then what are we waiting for then? The night is still young for us,” Ronnie said while Nora then grabbed both of the boy’s shirts with both of her hands, giving a small tug for them to follow her.

“Then follow my lead, then my sexy gangsters,” Nora said cooingly, giving them both wet kiss on both of their lips as they did what they were commanded.

Oh, she is fucking sexy. Our woman is everything for us….

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[charliehoennam]

midnight lovers

A/N: anon requested: “Might seem like an odd request but can I request 35 and 39 with Reggie Kray?? And maybe like a married with kids kind of vibe but he still makes the reader feel like the sexiest woman he’s ever met?? Maybe a little smutty??? Thank you so much xx” (keep in mind UK English is not my native language. I tried to my best to come up with this little happy ending AU, hope you enjoy!)

Pairing: Reggie Kray x F!reader

Word count:1,704

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Moments with Reggie have become even more rare now with your new-born daughter. 

The first few months were certainly the worst. You’d think with 5-year-old twin boys and a 2-year-old girl, you’d be used to the constant crying, diaper changes and feedings.

If your youngest daughter proved anything, it was that with more children comes more problems.

Reggie did his share. Bathing, cooking, playing, washing. He was keen on pitching in; he knew he’d have to when you both agreed to have children. At first, he was hesitant. His past seemed to be a constant reminder to him of the failure he’d been. It was a battle to avoid that; adapting to his new role as a father wasn’t an easy effort, especially with twins. But he’d made a promise to change, to be the person he should’ve been before.

Sharing the load of parenthood duties did take away from your alone time. It resulted in most nights spent with him in the home office – that he switched to in order to spend more time at home. By the time he’d head up to bed, you were already long gone in slumber and exhaustion from getting the kids into bed. The duvet pulled over your shoulders or sudden dip in the mattress would sometimes wake you enough to mumble out a good night to him. His reaction would’ve been different considering the confessions he’d made to you about his past marriage. At first, you did worry about history repeating. That worry faded gradually as time passed. It took a fair amount of patience, effort and communication – things we all know aren’t easy to put into practice – and there were still obstacles to overcome. Yet it would be a lie to say he hadn’t come a tremendously long way.

You can’t help but think about how different he was now. Granted he was never a saint and he never would be; his line of work would never allow him to and that much, you would have to endure. But once he was able to resuscitate the casino back to the livelihood it had always seen before, business was better which meant he could spend more time at home. More money did sometimes mean more problems; however, it did also mean paying others he trusted the most to take his place. Every now and then, he’d receive a ring to call him down to sort some issue – or somebody given the state of his knuckles - but it was a good compromise.

Tonight was one of those nights. You could hear the door creak open and the scuffling of his fine leather shoes that he was finally home and much earlier than usual. You glance back over your shoulder at him and flash him a pearly white smile.

“You’re home early tonight. Figured you’d be gone a bit longer.”

“Came to a successful negotiation quicker than I imagined. Thankfully too, I was hoping to catch you still awake.”

As you set another dish on the drying rack, you’re suddenly drowning in his scent as his arms wrap around your waist from behind, lightly squeezing your frame while his lips gently pepper kisses up and down the nape of your neck.

“Oh, that so? And may I ask why?”

You already know, it’s why you’re fumbling with the silverware as you rinse the soapsuds away and giggling like a little schoolgirl.

“Because I would like some alone time with my missus before one of the kids show up ‘round here” he chuckles against your ear.

“They’ve gone to bed. And don’t talk that way. They are our children, Reggie” you scoff with a playful tone. You know he means no harm.

“I know they are and I love them to death. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. But think about it. When was the last time we have time for a bit of hanky-panky?”

“I know it’s been a while, but in all honesty, it’s your own fault” you smirk, setting the last glasses on the rack before drying your hands off.

“How exactly is this my fault?” he grins amused at the thought of your answer.

“You can’t control yourself when we fuck.”

“I can too! I just…don’t. I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful already,” he smiles turning you by the waist to face him. “I know I get a little carried away, but can you really blame me? Especially when you make that face, begging me not to stop? Whispering me name over and over again? I just love hearing it, seeing those pretty lips quiver for me.”

His words and the low tone he intentionally uses melt you from within, like a small flame lit in a hallowed frame of wax. Drip by drip, you can feel yourself slicken as you press your thighs together.

“It’s still your fault you can’t control yourself.”

“Aw, don’t so modest, sweetie. You love it, don’t you? I know you do. Your legs clench on me like a fucking python.”

“They do not!” you laugh as hot blood flush your cheeks with nerves because you know damn well he’s not lying.

“Nearly snap me in half every time, not that I’m complaining! But I’d be thrilled to prove you wrong.”

“Of course you would be.”

“Can you blame me? I have the most beautiful wife in the world right in front of me. You got all I need. Wit, talent, charm, beauty. How could I not be attracted to you?”

Always so smooth. Your hands reach to lock behind his neck as you drape your arms around him.

“Even after 3 children? Looking the way I look now?”

“Especially now, love. You’ve changed, yeah. It’s expected when a woman has children. But you’ll always be my beautiful girl. I’ll always be grateful and admire you for bringing our children into the world.”

“You’re just saying that so we can fuck” you smirk calling him out.

“Well, I’m hoping we can, yeah. I won’t lie” he laughs blushing as he nods. “But I truly mean it, every single word regardless of the sex. I don’t know why you ever bothered to take a chance on me, but I’m very thankful you did. I never thought I could be this happy. Especially when I see you with our children. All the hard work you do… I notice every bit. I don’t say it as often as I should, but I appreciate you greatly.”

Just like that, your smirk widens into a grin that you cannot bear to resist even though you wish you could. Reggie is usually a closed book, but every so rarely, he’ll reveal a passage of a page that will have you pondering for days on end, smiling at the memory. You couldn’t resist him if you tried.

“You have 5 minutes.”

“You and I are going to need a lot more than 5 minutes, I’ll tell ya that much” he smirks, taking advantage of your vulnerability to nuzzle his nose into the hairs just at the top of your ear. A wandering hand slips down your lower back and his open palm grazes over the smooth curve of your bottom.

“Since when do you need more than that?” you tease him, biting your lower lip. He might pleasantly punish you for that remark, but the idea entices you.

“You’re on a roll today, love. Feeling quite cheeky, are we?” he chuckles, lightly squeezing the cheek of your bottom. “All pun intended.”

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Despite years of marriage, butterflies still flap their wings in your tummy.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna take good care of you, that’s what.” He declares proudly with a smack on your bum. “Leave this mess, let’s go make our own.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

And as promised, Reggie does exactly that.

With a hand on the headboard, your knuckles turn white as you grip the wood. Both standing on knees, praises pour from Reggie’s plush lips in breathy whispers that compliments the blissful thickness in the air. His hips rock smoothly against yours from behind while his strong firm arm locks your frame in place to allow his throbbing cock to slip in and halfway out. He knows your body better than you thought. You realize this when he begins running his fingers side to side over your sensitive nub and you can’t help but spread your legs and arch your back. He adores it; quickly hunches his broad shoulders over to nibble and suck on the delicate skin of your neck.

“You like that, love? Like it when I play with your pussy, yeah?”

“L-love it, Reg… Oh, god, don’t stop.”

“I got you, love. Make you cum on my cock. Such a beautiful fucking wife, I got. All to me fucking self.”

“I’m yours, Reggie. All fucking yours.”

“Fuck, you feel fucking good on me. So fucking beautiful, every fucking inch of ya.” He groans, playing with your breast gently. He hasn’t forgotten how sensitive they become when you’re breastfeeding. “Fucking lucky bastard, I am…”

“I-I’m getting close, Reg. Cum with me? Please?” you plead, reaching your free hand behind to pull his hip as if he could get any closer.

“Though you’d never asked” he chuckles.

His fingers and hips work the pace up gradually, unhinging you into a complete mess of whimpering moans and pants. He fills you so perfectly; the combination of his hands working your pussy and kneading your breast along with his swollen cock burying inside your cunt, the squelching of your wetness and the smacking of moist skin when his hips slap against your bottom. It’s the intimate paradise you both needed. The tension builds and builds and builds until you finally feel him coating you inside and it sets you off, clenching around his cock to milk him of every last drop.

He chuckles burying his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. You instinctively reach back to stroke the back of his head with a glowing smile.

“See? This is why we end up with babies.”

[queenie-writes-shit]

Then He Kissed Me (Reggie Kray/Reader)

word count: 1.9k rating: T inspiration: then he kissed me by the crystals

“Mr. Kray,” you mused from behind the bar counter as Reggie Kray walked into the bar. You were all dolled up with your nails freshly painted an almost tacky orange. It matched the tights you had decided to wear with your skirt, but nobody could see them anyhow.

“Ms. (Y/N),” he greeted. “All right?” Reginald asked as he took a seat at his usual corner on the bar. You reached behind you and got a glass down, eyeing him out of the corner of your vision.

“Quite well, today. It's been slow. Only two guys got pissed until they couldn't tell their thumb from their arse.” Your laugh always caught Reggie’s attention; it was infectious. “What'll you be ‘avin today, Mr. Kray? Scotch neat or on the rocks?” With the weather outside, you were sure that he would be having the amber drink on ice, but he surprised you by replying with a “Neat will be just right, darl’.” Your head slowly nodded as you set the glass down, grabbing his favorite scotch and pouring it into the glass and setting it down in front of him.

“No Ron with you today, hm?” Reggie shook his head, tilting his head back and getting a good amount of the alcohol down.

“No. He's off doing his work. I swear, if we hadn't come from the same mother, I'd give him a proper fight myself.” He harrumphed and looked up at you, leaned over with your hands on the counter, watching him with a raised eyebrow. When he set his glass back down, you filled it up without him even needing to ask. You knew his patterns all too well.

“It's a little early for you to be drinkin’ like you normally do, innit?” The glare he shot at you with his blue eyes had you silenced, your hazel eyes narrowed as you suppressed your thoughts. If he was drinking and in a bad mood, it was best you didn't test him. Even though he claimed that he liked the way you didn't respond like every other woman to him, there were days where he just needed silence. “Right, well, I'm going to switch on the juke and do some writing while I wait for you to finish your drink.” A soft “Mh,” was all that Reggie responded with.

You walked to the other side of the bar and started the tracks up, feeling in the mood for a little bit of The Rolling Stones. Reggie didn't seem to mind, grabbing one of the newspapers as you sat down, getting out a journal and continuing on with your story. Your hand moved slightly as you scribbled down a part of the story about being on a plane crashing with your main characters on it. You allowed yourself to feel the panic the characters felt. It helped you write better, write real reactions. After a few minutes had passed, you looked up. The next song was starting, and yet your sole patron didn't ask for more. Of course, he wasn't even a patron… He was your boss, for all intents and purposes. The purple hue of the sunset spilled into the bar, and you looked down at the glass. Empty.

“You coulda spoken up instead of just staring at me with dead mince pies,” you grumbled as you got up and poured more into his glass. He nodded and you sat back down. You still felt his gaze on your face. You let a few more seconds pass before you looked up again, watching the intense look on Reggie’s face. Under his scrutinizing stare you began to flush, your neck growing hot. It was no lie that Reginald was sought after by a lot of women for good reason; he was one of the best looking men in the East End, even if he was rumored to be dangerous. He shifted and sat back in his chair, reaching into his coat to get a cigarette and lighter out. He lit the stick before you could really even catch it.

You took your journal back out as the song switched to something by Marvin Gaye, but you could never remember the title. As soon as the journal was on the counter, Reggie took out the tobacco from between his lips and cleared his throat. “(Y/N), love, why don't you rattle and’ hum over ‘ere for a second?” You stood from the stool obediently and walked over to Reggie, placing your hands on your hips.

“Yes, Mr. Kray?” You spoke, wondering what he wanted. “You look like you've been trying to figure out somethin’.” It was more of a statement than it was a question or request. You turned your head a bit.

“I… was jus’ wondering why you were staring at me,” you replied truthfully. He laughed at that.

“The expressions you made while writing had me interested in what you were doing. You looked scared, and yet for half of a sec you would be fine. And then back to being terrified. You'd think I was ‘oldin’ a gun to yer head like that.” Your cheeks instantly grew red, and you let out a quieter laugh.

“Oh. That.” Reggie nodded. “It's easier to write if I can slip into the shoes of whoever I'm writing. Y'know?” You smoothed back your hair, the ends still holding the hairspray you had put in it that morning.

“It was just peculiar,” Reggie told you. He paused to take a drag of his cigarette, holding in between his large index finger and thumb. “D'ya want a puff?” As he spoke, smoke spilled from his mouth. You shrugged and reached your hand out to take it from his fingers, ignoring the spark of their skin touching. As you wrapped your lips around the foot, Reggie’s eyes were immediately on your pursed lips, enjoying the look. As soon as your lips were on the stick, you took it back out and exhaled the smoke from your still pursed lips, the cigarette being set on the ashtray. The music was the only thing filling the air for a second before you meekly thanked him.

“Come ‘round here and come sit with me.” The command had you confused. You always stayed behind the counter. Then again, most of the time, other people needed your attention as well. You complied and walked around the bar until you were on the main floor, about to sit down when he spread his legs and patted one thigh. “Don't be afraid, love. I won't bite.” Ever so hesitantly did you comply, awkwardly perching on his right leg. You tried to keep your weight off of him, pulling your skirt down with one hand. Reggie had other plans. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, enjoying the look of surprise written across your features.

“There we are, princess.” You snorted softly. You had heard Reggie use the term to just about everyone but you. You supposed that it would have come anyway. “Comfortable?”

“If your definition of it is hangin’ onto a man for unknown reasons, then yes. Quite.” A grin cracked Reggie’s face, his large lips spreading in an adorable smile.

“Don't be like that. It's just more convenient. You get to sit an’ still talk to me.” You slowly moved your hand to grasp at his jacket for more stability, the music changing in the background. “Well, what is it that you'd like to talk about, Mr. Kray?” You teased softly.

“How about your book, Ms. (Y/N)?” He replied with the playful tone, humoring the pretty thing on his lap. You were different. You actually thought about things.

“A couple whose life has changed due to a bad aeroplane crash. I've just begun writin' it. After my last book… Well, didn't make me much money. No bad reviews, it's just that, y'know, all the telleys are distracting people from the book industry.” The whole time that you talked in such an animated fashion, Reggie couldn't help but chuckle. The way your eyes moved attracted him. You stopped suddenly when you realized he was giving you the look again. You weren't pulling any faces. “Is there something on my face, Reginald?”

“Yeh,” Reggie uttered lowly, raising a hand to your jaw. You were sure nothing was, but he placed his warm thumb against your lower lip, swiping the side against the slightly chapped lip. He kept his thumb there, making you grow warm. “Reggie?” You asked in a quieter voice. You could hear The Crystals in the background. Reggie held your head where it was firmly, biting his lip as you stared up at him. The simple action had you breathing a little less, something tight in your belly as he stared down at you.

“You know, darling, I can have my way with anyone I want.”

“So I've heard,” you responded with just a touch of confusion.

“I'd like to ask you instead of forcing it.” You quirked an eyebrow up with a thick swallow. You hoped he wasn't asking for sex, even if he was attractive. “Ask for what, Mr. Kray?” Reggie’s smirk that followed had your chest give out.

“It'd be fine if I kissed you, yeah?” You stammered at the question. You didn't say no. As soon as you started to utter the beginning of a yes, his lips found yours. The song playing around them was too ironic.

And then he kissed me.

His lips moved off and on your lips, nipping lightly as you kissed back just as hard, pressing your body closer to his so you wouldn't fall. His lips were breathtaking to touch. It sent your brain aflame. It made you drunk. You had never enjoyed a quick kiss quite that much before.

He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before.

Reggie let out a grunt of enjoyment, and you went to grab his thin white shirt instead, tilting your head as his tongue pushed against your bottom lip. He tasted like alcohol and his cigarette, with just a hint of toothpaste. It wasn't entirely bad. You had had worse kisses. When he groaned softly you had to pull back, not wanting to take it too far.

He kissed me in a way that I want to be kissed forevermore.

You stood up when you could, cheeks flushed with red and lips kiss-bruised with color. He was in a similar state, though slightly more collected and covering up his inner thigh with his arm. “I should…” You looked over to the window, seeing someone walking closer to the building. “Get back to tha job.” You cleared your throat a little more and walked around the counter again, smoothing your skirt. You could still feel his large hand on the small of your back, your skin warm.

The door jingled as one of his men walked in.

“I suppose I should go round u’ my brother.” Reggie gave another glance to you. “Take it easy, beautiful.”

You licked the last of his saliva off of your lower lip. “Have a good one, Mr. Kray.”

[uhhhemilyrose]

A Dangerous Game

So this is my first real time writing a fan fic so I want honest feedback. The story was not requested by anyone and if this happens to resemble another writer’s story, that was not my intention as I’ve not read a story about Reggie Kray similar to this. This Reggie Kray is based off of the 2015 movie ‘Legend’ with Tom Hardy. So if his character in this seems a little bit ooc, again, please give me honest feedback. Thank you so much! Please, enjoy!

Chapter 1

This night was her night.

She was indeed tired of being cooped up in her shared apartment with her grandmother and was ready to just let loose with her girl friends at Esmeralda’s Barn, a club owned by the notorious Kray twins. Kathleen Smith hadn’t been to many parties or clubs within the past few years because she was taking care of her sick grandmother full time. She hardly had the chance to spend time with her two close friends. Her grandmother had suffered a stroke years ago that left her right side paralyzed, which, unfortunately, was her dominant side. Kathleen had just graduated university when this tragedy happened so she spent most of her time with her grandmother and working part time as a bartender at nights to make extra money, initially. As time went by, she could see her grandmother looking sad every time she went to work and seemingly became more dependant. Kathleen wanted nothing more than to become a full time caretaker and spend as much time as she could with her grandmother, in fear of coming home one night and finding her… Kathleen couldn’t finish that thought before quitting right away.

Tonight was different, however. Her grandmother wanted Kathleen to go out to a pub or somewhere; somewhere away from this little apartment. She could feel Kathleen becoming too lonesome and possibly depressed from being at home all day, rarely getting the chance to even see daylight, unless she was out paying grandmother’s bills or buying groceries. Kathleen couldn’t stop asking her grandmother if she was sure, but her grandmother was plenty sure she should not be home that night. Her grandmother wanted her to live a little bit before she became too old to party. She felt bad for somewhat holding her granddaughter back, preventing her from spending her youth carelessly as some women had. Kathleen wore a red dress with white polka dots accompanied with black heels. She also wore a thin shiny black belt around her waist, fitting her just perfectly. She wasn’t the skinniest girl of her group, nor was she large by any means. She had just the right amount of curves of which she wasn’t too fond. Any boy she had dated in the past in some way inherently commented on her thickness which made her a bit self conscious about her weight. She usually quickly got over those bad thoughts and began loving her curves again. She, like many other English people, had pale skin, rarely ever seeing sunlight in the constant cloudy weather. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were blue-green, both of which complimented her complexion very well. She had her hair in big curls, flowing down past her feminine shoulders. For her makeup, she had worn a seductive cat-eye eyeliner with a short wing at the ends. She filled in her brows, just covering any naturally sparse spots. In addition to some natural rosy blush, Kathleen finished her stunning look for the night with a bright red lipstick on her full lips.

She felt almost sick to her stomach thinking of leaving her grandmother at home while she’s out partying. She felt selfish even though this wasn’t her idea in the first place, although she did enjoy the thought of going to the club with her friends. A honk sounded through her open window, letting her know her night was about to begin. She stood up from her vanity, grabbed her purse and coat, kissed her grandmother a goodnight kiss and was out the door.

Kathleen hugged her friends Mary and Christine before entering Christine’s husband’s vehicle. Off they went for a much needed night at the club. Christine’s husband dropped them off at the front door. He warned them all to behave and to not start any fights. They all knew he was being playful. Kathleen and Christine had been friends the longest out of their little group. They had been friends since they both entered in secondary school. She was there when Christine met John at a social gathering back in school. She was secretly there for their first date at a nice restaurant, making sure the date went fine and smooth. She was there for the engagement, the marriage and their first child. They knew everything about each other. They would talk daily through the telephone, not minding the extra charge. If they had gone a week without talking, the minute they met again, it was as if no time had passed. Though the two partners in crime hadn’t had a full conversation within a month, they still appeared to be closer than anyone could be.

Mary, on the other hand, seemed like the polar opposite of Kathleen. She was quite introverted, thanks to her sheltered life growing up Kathleen later found. Mary and Kathleen became close friends while working as bartenders. While working during slow nights, Mary and Kathleen often talked of their lives as children. Kathleen gave her stories of being abandoned a lot with her mother picking her often changing boyfriends over taking care of her very young child. Kathleen had to often make her own food, find money on the streets to pay for school supplies and clothes, and find her own way to and from places. She had to make many friends to avoid staying at her poor and sad home with her abusive mother and her also abusive boyfriends. Kathleen could easily make a friend. She was never shy around anyone and was quite outgoing. Mary couldn’t have had a more contradicting childhood. Mary’s parents loved her a lot and protected her at all costs, and just a bit too much for her liking. They would frequently buy her a brand new set of clothes in fear of other kids making fun of her for wearing the same outfits for more than a month. They would quickly pick her up off of the ground if she fell and worried too much if she had a small scratch with little to no blood. They hardly would let her go outside unattended out of fear she would be kidnapped even though she claimed they lived in the most peaceful and secure part of town in the safest neighborhood. She could only imagine how they would act if she broke a bone, God forbid. She wasn’t able to have many friends since the kids at her school often thought she was weird anyway and it didn’t help when they had glimpses of how protective her parents were with her at the parks and in other public places. With their differences, Kathleen and Mary grew a quite quick, strong and trustful bond.

Finishing the last kiss goodbye to her husband, Christine, Mary and Kathleen made their way into the club. As they entered, jazz music was blaring with a nicely dressed man singing the usual love lyrics standing at center stage. The stage itself seemed quite large but the amount of jazz musicians and singers seemed to swallow the stage whole. The dance floor was full of swinging dancers, all happy, with looks on their faces like there were no problems at all in their worlds. No thoughts of paying those dreadful bills, no weight of the current war in Vietnam, no thoughts of how their children were behaving with the babysitters. Nothing but happiness and desire to have a good time.

The girls found their way to an abandoned table. A waiter shortly stopped by and got their orders for alcoholic drinks. They got comfortable and began talking and catching up. Kathleen talked about her grandmother and how much she’s improving post-stroke. Christine talked about her husband, his job, her stay-at-home life, their boy, and the primary school he’ll be attending soon. Mary talked about all the shopping she’d done for clothes, jewelry and all the gossip she had heard at her hair appointments, but never participated in. Their fun conversation was soon interrupted by none other than Reginald Kray himself.

“Good evening, ladies. Are you enjoying your night tonight? How’s the entertainment?” inquired Reggie. He stood near Mary but his body was facing Kathleen’s. The girls assumed since he was the owner, he did his rounds at the tables, gathering the people’s opinions of their experiences at the club.

“It’s great, Mr. Kray!” exclaimed Kathleen. Even she was surprised how excited she sounded. I really need to go out more, she thought.

Reggie waved his hand, dismissing the title she had given him. “No, its Reggie to you, miss..” He stopped, ushering to Kathleen’s direction.

She responded, “Kathleen. Uhm, my name’s Kathleen.”

Reggie wanted to remember that name so he repeated it a couple times to himself. “Right, love, no need to call me Mr. Kray. You may use Reggie, alright, Kathleen?” He reached out his hand towards her.

She shook his hand gently. “Okay, Reggie,” she smiled. “These are my friends Christine and Mary,” steering her hand towards each woman.

He shook each of their hands and quickly put his attention back onto Kathleen. He only had but a few seconds to keep her in his vision before a man called for him. He looked over his shoulder and looked back at Kathleen and her company. He seemed irritated by this interruption and kindly excused himself with a smile and a wink at Kathleen. Reggie Kray, along with his twin brother, always dressed so dapper. They had a reputation to live up to, so finely threaded suits were the typical attire.Tonight was no different for him.

As he left, Mary and Christine could not wipe their big grins off of their faces. Christine, sitting on Kathleen’s left side, playfully nudged her in shock.

“He was definitely into you, Kathleen!” Christine said, lively.

“Okay, hold on! That’s Reggie Kray! There’s no way he would be interested in a woman like me,” exclaimed Kathleen, but only loud enough the girls would hear.

“Kathleen, I haven’t had a boyfriend in almost two years,” Mary emphasized, “even I know when a guy is interested and that, my dear friend, was interested.” They all giggled. “If you don’t get after him, I will try my damnedest for you, you just watch. ”

“How?’ Kathleen questioned. “You never even talk to men, you’re so scared of denial!” Though she was right, Mary still continued.

“I know and I know he could have his men kill me for looking at him wrong but he’s worth a try, isn’t he? So what, he’s a gangster? You always tried to get me to live life to the fullest potential, why can’t you take that same advice this time?” Mary cried out.

Kathleen pondered the thought of her dating the big gangster. It was such a wild thought to her, she immediately was drawn out of it. Mary watched, then stated in a convincing tone, “He’s so handsome, Kathleen.”

“Look, I’m going to go grab a round of shots or something for us so by the time I come back, you two will have moved onto a different topic,” said Kathleen, standing up and out of her chair. She moved to the nearby bar and ordered some drinks for her and her friends. The bartender kindly told her the drinks were on the house from here on out for her and her girl friends. She questioned the bartender. “How? Why?” He quickly glanced to a person just a few seats away from your current position. Kathleen didn’t get the hint so he glanced and nodded his head towards the same direction. Kathleen slowly moved her attention to a familiar face: Reggie.

Reggie met her eyes and slowly walked towards Kathleen. He leaned in close to her face when he met her and turned his head so he can easily whisper into her ear. “I hope to see you here more often,” he said, quietly. She got chills hearing his low voice vibrating through her. “And I hope to get to know you better, Kathleen.” He locked eyes with her.

Don’t count it, she thought. This will probably be my only night out in a few months.

“What brings you out, tonight, Kathleen?” Reggie asked. Kathleen couldn’t help but notice that he said her name a lot. Did he like her or did he really just like her name?

“Well,” she stopped, remembering to use Reggie rather than Mr. Kray like she was going to, “Reggie, I’m here tonight because I haven’t had much time in recent months to go out like this with my friends.”

Eager to find out more, Reggie carried on, “Why haven’t you had the time, love?” WHERE are those drinks??? Kathleen thought.

“My grandmother had a stroke years ago which rendered her right arm and leg paralyzed.” She had told this story many times, each time didn’t seem to get easier as she’s always had so much love for her grandmother, the memory of the phone call at work still frightens her. However, in front of a complete stranger, she kept her cool and the tears back. “She means a lot to me. I used to have a job bartending,” she ushered to the glass bar she leaned on. “However, I felt too bad leaving her alone while I worked for countless hours during the night. I quit that job and I’ve been taking care of her ever since.”

True to current fashion, he continued asking questions. “That’s very sweet of you, darling. How long ago had you quit your job?”

How long ago did I ask for those THREE drinks? “Thank you, Reggie.” He smiled hearing her say his name. “I think that was almost a year ago…” She slowly nodded, thinking of the math. “Yep.” She silently begged for this conversation to be cut off by the bartender, handing her their drinks. It's not that she wasn’t interested, no. She was very much adoring his very existence, his curiosity and his looks. She was just wondering how such a man was able to make her incredibly shy. She had never felt this way before in front of a person, let alone a famous entity. She felt her stomach doing flips any time she met his gaze or heard him talk. What was it about Reggie Kray that was making her not normal?

“I believe those drinks are yours, Kathleen,” he said, dragging her out of her thoughts.

Thank the good Lord, she thought. She grabbed the tray containing those, apparently, difficult to make drinks. “I gotta get back to my friends. Thanks for the company, Reggie. And thanks for the drinks.” She thanked the bartender and started walking to her no doubt cold seat. He gladly watched her.

The night danced on and the girls drank like the world was ending. If the drinks were free, probably just for the night, then they’ll take Reggie up on that offer. Minute by minute, hour by hour, slowly, the happy-go-lucky drunkards, the spent couples, and all the other club goers left for the night. One by one, the club became bare. All were gone except the three well intoxicated girls and the club’s crew, cleaning and surely wishing these girls would leave so they can close. One of the girls must have realized there was no more music than the music they made up drunkenly because they finally grabbed their purses and coats and headed outside. Christine hailed for a car a couple times to take them all home. She managed to get one taker. Before she got in, Christine checked her pocket, then her purse. She realized she forgot her cigarette case inside the club. She asked if Kathleen could run in and grab it. Kathleen hurriedly ran inside. She looked everywhere, left and right, up and down and all around her table.

Amidst her search, she heard a man clear his throat. She stood and turned around and of course… Reggie. He was holding her good friend’s silver floral embossed case. She happily sighed and walked his direction. She thanked him and kindly took the case from his hands.

“It was very nice to meet you tonight, Kathleen,” he said, gently.

She responded, “It was nice to meet you, too, Reggie.”

“Have a good night, love.” He winked and flashed a smile to her.

“Good night, Reggie.” Now, it was her turn to enjoy saying the other’s name.

She turned on her heels and left. “See you soon,” he told himself. He, soon after, went to close and lock the doors for the night.

Mary was the first to be dropped off at home. They bid their goodbyes. Then, Christine was dropped off. She paid for their ride. She bid her goodbye to Kathleen and they hugged. They promised to call each other more often. Kathleen was the last to be taken home. She thanked the driver and told him to have a goodnight. He drove off for his next customer. 

Kathleen stood outside her door step, thinking back on the events that occurred that night. She could hardly believe she had a conversation with the Reggie Kray. She smiled at the thought. Maybe she would make this a biweekly occurrence with her girls. Was she doing it for her girls, or for some selfish reasons revolving around the gangster, she pondered. She grabbed her keys from her purse, unlocked the front door, stepped inside and locked it. She knew she had nothing in her jacket pockets but she always had to check them anyway. She had a present unbeknownst to her: a business card. She couldn’t read the text in the dimly lit living room so she walked over to a nearby lamp and turned it on. She struggled to read it what with all the alcohol preventing her skill. The card listed his full name, location of his club, and a telephone number. She didn’t worry about calling him as she was certain she would be seeing him very soon. With that new information and from the events of that night, Kathleen Smith would go to sleep with a grin plastered over her face.

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The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

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A/N: Request for @wandawiccan60 ! I hope you enjoy! This one was a bit of a challenge because I've never written a threesome smut. I really hope this is what you wanted!!

Warnings: SMUTTY! threesome smut with the kray twins

I heard the front door open and I jumped from my vanity, rushing downstairs to greet my husband I haven't seen all day. Reggie left for work early in the morning and has finally returned, well into the night.

I entered the dark den, squinting to see my husband in his chair with a whiskey glass in hand. I had to squint because I had already taken out my eye contacts for the day being that it was so late. The lack of lighting made it twice as difficult to see.

I straddled his waist and pressed my lips to his, rolling my hips over his member. I grabbed his empty hand and put it under my nightgown, letting him feel my wetness. I pulled away and smiled.

"I missed you Reg. Can you feel how bad?" I questioned.

The lights flipped on.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Reggie's voice boomed from the doorway. I furrowed my brows in confusion and turned to see Reggie standing in shock and anger. I turn back to the man I thought was my husband and gasped, meeting Ronnie's eyes. He just stared back at me, seemingly unfazed. I jumped off of his lap and stood in the middle of the room, now looking at Reggie with fear in my eyes.

"Reggie I-I thought he was you! I don't have my contacts or glasses and it was so dark, I didn't know!" I stuttered out, heart thumping from what I just did with my brother in law.

"She's being honest mate, called me Reg while I felt up her slick cunt." Ronnie spoke bluntly, causing my face to heat up. Reggie had that look in his eyes, the twitch he gets when he's about to blow up. I rushed up to him and grabbed his hands in mine, drawing his attention to me.

"Reg, it was an accident I didn't know and it will never happen again." I pleaded with him. He seemed to relax with a deep breath.

"Go on upstairs, Ron and I need to chat." I shuffled back to our bedroom and laid down in bed in waiting.

Downstairs however, Reggie fought back the urge to shoot his brother in the face as he watched him suck is fingers.

"Her cunt is unbelievably sweet." Ron spoke.

"I know." Reggie's jaw clenched.

"I have a proposition to make up for Suzie." Ronnie said, leaning back and lighting a cigar. Reggie rubbed his forehead.

"That was years ago Ron, let it go." Back in high school Ron managed to snag a beautiful bird Reggie had his eyes on. Their looks were much more similar back then, so Reggie borrowed a pair of Ronnie's glasses and had a go at Suzie. Ron was heartbroken when he found out, and even more heartbroken when Suzie chose Reggie when she found out.

"I feel that it's only fair Y/N is the peace offering to this situation." Ron said, crossing his hands over his lap and puffing from his cigar.

"Aren't you a poofter, Ron?" Reggie questioned, frustrated Ron was even suggesting anything impolite with his wife.

"No, my cock is not prejudice to what it enters." He responded with that same blunt energy he always maintained. Ron put his cigar out and stood, continuing to speak.

"Present the idea of me fucking her to her and if she declines I will pretend this never happened." Reggie scoffed at his brother.

"C'mon then, I want her to reject you to your face."

The brothers walked to the bedroom and entered, finding Y/N in bed with a book, her glasses nestled on the bridge of her nose. Reggie sat next to her on the bed, putting her book on the nightstand. She looked between both brothers, Ron standing in the doorway unmoving.

"Darling, Ron wanted me to proposition something to you as a favor I owe him." Reggie said. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, how did her accidentally accosting Ron lead to a proposition?

"What would that proposition would that be?" She asked curiously.

"Ron wants to fuck you." Reggie bit out. I choked on my spit, glancing at Ron who was still indifferent.

"No! Of course not!" I huffed.

Ron hid his disappointment

Reg smirked.

"...Well..." Y/N pondered for a moment, rethinking the proposition.

Ron perked up

Reg's eyebrows furrowed.

"I refuse to commit adultery, so the only way that would work is if I took both of you at once." Y/N spoke plainly. Both brothers felt all the blood rush to their members. Y/N stood and removed Reggie's clothes while he sat on the edge of the bed. Afterwards she motioned Ronnie over and did the same until both men were in their boxers.

After pulling Reggie free from his boxers and getting him hard, Y/N removed her panties from under her nightgown and sat herself on his cock. Both of them let out a huff as Y/N began rocking her hips. Reggie reached his hands around and cupped her breasts, being that she was sitting with her back against his chest bouncing up and down.

Y/N pulled Ronnie in front of her and pulled his member from his boxers. He was already hard watching Y/N take Reggie's dick like a professional. She placed his length in his mouth and he groaned, wrapping his large fists in her hair, guiding her to take all of him.

The three of them were moving in harmony, Reggie thrusting into her at the same pace Ron was. Y/N was a moaning mess, saliva dripping from her chin and staining her nightgown. Both brothers picked up the pace as they both began to reach their climaxes, Y/N following suit as they thrusted faster. Having both of them at once was a dream, so when they both released in side of her with loud grunts, she found herself having one of the best orgasms she had every experienced. She removed Ronnie from her mouth after cleaning him up and Reggie assisted her by lifting her off of him.

The brothers tucked themselves away and tried to calm their breathing. Y/N laid herself back on the bed and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"That was...fun." Y/N spoke, breaking the ice.

Ron looked at me and then looked at Reggie before speaking.

"Let me be honest with you Reg, that right there is a woman I will not be letting go. One blowie isn't enough and I will be having her again." Reggie nodded and looked at me.

"I expected as much, she's addicting." I smirked at both of them before speaking.

"We might just be able to make this work."

[flysafepapi]

hiiii, i read your ronnie x teddy works and i loved them!! so I was wondering, are you going to write about them again? i'd love to read more of your works about them 💌

hey anon! Absolutely I am. I’ve got a few half finished ones, which I thought would be finished by now, but writers block has got me and my brain just refuses to cooperate with me.

If you wanna send me a message, though, as soon as they’re posted I can tag you. Hopefully it won’t be too long.

[ohhey1293]

Take Me To Church (0)

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Warning: Language

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“You wanna tell me why we’re here again?”

I rolled my bruised eyes, thankful that the sunglasses were covering the purple skin from the world’s view.

“I don’t have time to be spilling my feelings about our marriage to some quack who’s charging me by the minute.” I watched as the cigarette flicked from his fingers onto the ground, smothering under the weight of his expensive shoes. “I have work that needs to be done, Mac. This is fucking ridiculous.”

I stayed silent as I walked close behind him. Ever since I brought up the idea of going to couple’s therapy, it had been a nonstop rant of complaints and curse words. I guess you could say that I made the situation worse when I mentioned it in front of his family, earning a death glare from my once loving husband.

“It won’t kill you to attend one session.” I finally spoke. “She’s supposed to be the best around.”

“Yeah, best at taking my damn time and money.” Reggie scoffed.

It wasn’t always like this.

Believe it or not, there was a time when we couldn’t get enough of each other. We were inseparable, almost to the point of being annoying. The first couple years of our relationship was magical. I know how corny that sounds but it was true. We were so wrapped up in each other that I never thought our relationship would end up where it is now.

“What floor is it, again?” Reggie spoke, cutting me off from my thoughts.

“5th.” I slowly removed the sunglasses that were covering my eyes, rubbing softly at the skin.

He quickly pushed the button, stepping back, pressing his back against the elevator wall. I could feel his eyes move up my body, locking on my bruised face. “People are gonna think I did that to you.”

My eyes shifted to meet his, “Your actions were the cause of this.”

“My fucking actions?” He stood up straighter. “My fucking actions caused you to start beating some poor, defenseless girl to a fucking pulp in the middle of a nightclub? Are you that fucking deranged, Mackinley?”

“You were all over her, Reggie! You two were basically having sex in the fucking booth in front of God and everyone in there.”

I watched as he hastily ran his fingers through his short hair. After being together for almost 10 years, I learned that he did this the most when he was frustrated, especially with me.

“You’re a real case, you know that?” He spoke. “You could have been arrested if it weren’t for me getting you out of it.”

“Yeah, I’m so thankful that your friends with the police commissioner and basically fucked that girl so she would drop the charges. You’re a real Prince Charming, Reggie.”

By this time, the elevator doors had opened, revealing us to those in the waiting room. I can’t tell you how long the doors had been opened but I’m sure the patrons heard most of our conversation.

I quickly pulled my sunglasses back on, walking ahead of my pissed off husband.

“Mackinley and Reggie, here to see Dr. Browerd.” I spoke ahead of the receptionist.

She quickly started typing our names into the computer, clicking around a few times. “I have you both checked in. Please have a seat until your name is called.”

I silently thanked her before turning toward the lobby seats. Reggie was already seated, his body rigid with anger from our elevator exchange. I took the seat across from him, not wanting to be next to him at this time. I could feel the stares of those around us, probably judging without even knowing the full story. Hell, if I saw two train wrecked people like us come fighting into the lobby, I probably would be looking at them a certain way as well...

“Are you gonna say anything?”  


I stayed silent, my head leaning against the cool window. The frozen window helping the pain that flooded through my face. After the night I had, I wasn’t planning on speaking to him for a long while.

“You’re really gonna give me the fucking silent treatment when you’re the one who came in there like a bull in a china shop. Where the fuck is your head, Mackinley?”

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, “Can you just stop talking to me.”

“Are you serious, right now?” Reggie’s voice boomed. “You want me to stop fucking talking. You’re the one who needs to be talking, Mac.”

I carefully wiped away the tears that has broken loose. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Silence took over once again.

As we neared our home, I swiftly removed the seatbelt, ready to make a quick exit into the house. I didn’t want to be around him any longer. Once the car was parked, I removed myself from the vehicle and sprinted towards the door. I unlocked the heavy, wooden structure, making sure to shut it before Tom had a chance to get out of the car. I made my way up the stairs and into our room, gathering my pajamas, along with my pillow and a blanket to sleep with. He could have the bed. I’m sure he shared it with the girl from the club or any girl for that matter.

I brought my things into the guest room, locking the door behind me. At that moment, the walls broke and my emotions took control. My face was pounding with pain, the salt from the tears seeping into the cuts on my skin. “Fuck.”

I carried myself into the bathroom, flicking the lights on, only to be met with my current reflection. She really did a number on me. Luckily for me, she was looking worse once everything was done and over with. Growing up, my dad taught my sister and I how to fight like boys. He didn’t want either of his girls to be wimps. He taught us the basic moves but also those used to  get heads snapping. When the first punch was thrown tonight, my dad’s voice flowed through my ears.

“Don’t let her catch you off guard.”

“Cut to the left; Don’t curl your fist up so much.”

“Don’t let her get you first.”

I want to say that my father would be proud of me at this moment, but he would probably shake his head with shame seeing as I was fighting over a man, a man he had grown too despise as the years trekked on.

I reached into the medicine cabinet, retrieving the bottle of peroxide. I cleaned the cuts up one by one, my bruised eyes staring back at me tiredly. “You really did it this time, Mac.” I spoke to myself. “All this over that asshole...”

“Earth to Mac.”

Reggie’s fingers snapped in front of me, cutting me off from my thoughts. 

“Stop.”

He leaned back in his seat, the lobby now empty of the patrons that were there before. “What’re you thinking about?”

I shifted in my seat, pulling at my cuffed jeans, “Who says I was thinking about anything.”

A smile formed on his handsome face, “I’ve been with you long enough to recognize when you’re thinking, Reese.”

My heart fluttered at the sound of the nickname he used when things between us were good. Reese was my maiden name and a name Reggie much preferred over Mackinley. He always said that Mackinley was too masculine of a name. Reese was more feminine, much softer. He was the only one who called me by that name, but as I mentioned, only when things were good between us.

Before I could say anything, a woman dressed in a pants suit entered the lobby. She had to be the therapist just by the way she was put together.

“Reggie and Mackinley, I presume?” She smiled.

I glanced over at Reggie, his face showing no interest at all. “Yes, ma’am.” I stood up.

“Please, follow me.”

I followed her lead, giving a kick to Reggie’s leg as I passed him, telling him to get up and follow.

We ended up following her into what I figured was her office. Medical degrees and various awards were hung on the light colored walls. A vibrant plant of some sort hung out in the corner of the room and two chairs were situated in front of the large oak desk.

“Please have a seat.”

Reggie and I followed her directions as her watchful eyes studied us. This was my first time seeing a therapist and I was scared shitless. I knew that things were going to get intense between Reggie and I but maybe that’s what we needed. Everything needed to get out and onto the table before we ended up killing each other.

“Shall we get started?”

[beah388love]

So Over Protective

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

Summary: Reggie’s very over protective for you and the twinnies…

Warnings: pregnancy,twins,shouting,swearing,fighting,arguing,stalker man?!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You went down to the market this morning to grab some food for dinner and some snacks.

You was walking down the road with your bag, you was looking around the shops and you noticed a man behind you but you just thought he was going in the same shop as you.

Until, he went in the next shop and the next...

You got a little worried, you was all alone and didn't have anything with you besides your bag and your purse, which he probably wants to steal.

You left the shop trying to dodge him but he followed you. And you walked back home trying to stay with a crowd but he still followed you.

"Why'd I wear heels today" you cursed to yourself in your head.

You was only two roads away from your flat but instead went a different direction and headed to Reggie's mums house since it was closer.

But you cut a corner and forgot which way to go.

"Shit.."

you looked behind you and he was catching up with you.

You saw a familiar house and ran to that direction and out of pure luck, it was the right road and you saw Reggie's mums house.

You was sweating and was struggling to breathe since you was pregnant and might you say 'very pregnant'.

"Ah thank god" you muttered to yourself as you saw the familiar door, you still walked fast and looked behind you and there he was.

He was only about four feet from you and you was terrified.

You dropped your bag and ran to her door banging on it loudly.

"Vi! Violet! Open the door it's Y/n!!" You yelled panicked.

———

Reggie had decided to go to his mums house to grab a present she had for him or something.

He was sat on the sofa with his mum and Ron, Ron had decided to go with him because he was hungry.

They were chatting and watching telly until they heard a massive bang at the door.

"Vi! Open the door!" Reggie heard someone yell and he could tell it was you from your voice.

He instantly rushed to the door and opened it as quick as he could.

You pushed past him and slammed the door shut.

"Woah are you alright?! Y/n?! What happened?" Reggie asked you worriedly, you looked like a mess.

You was sweating,out of breath and looked like you was about to cry.

“Oh my! Are you alright love?” Violet asked you and you nodded.

Reggie was about to open the door but you tried to stop him.

"No!"

Reggie looked at you confused and opened the door anyway.

And that's when he saw a man a couple feet away from the door.

"Oi! Who the fuck are you?!" Reggie yelled as he pointed his finger in his face.

The man was terrified. He had heard about the krays.

"Uh- I - I'm sorry- I was just-" he stuttered but Reggie cut him off when he saw your bag of food and clothes on the floor that had gone everywhere.

Reggie grabbed him by the collar and punched him square in the face, giving him a bloody and broken nose.

"Apologise to my wife right now!" He yelled and the man put his hands up.

"I-I'm sorry!" He cried and you looked away, standing next to Ron.

God knows what that man would've done to you if Reggie wasn't there.

"Right now fuck off! Don't ever go near my wife again! You fuckin sick bastard!" Reggie yelled as he chucked the man in the middle of the road.

And watched him as he scrambled away.

"Y/n are you okay? Ron help her sit down!" Reggie asked but it was more of a demand.

Ron held his hand out and helped you sit down on one of the armchairs, giving you a blanket.

Reggie left the house and picked up your bag and some of the things that fell out, luckily all the foods were wrapped up.

He stepped back inside and put the food away, shutting and locking the door.

“Y/n/n? You okay?” Ron asked you and you nodded.

“Mhm, thank you ronnie” you smiled giving his hand a squeeze.

“You should be more careful” he said and you nodded.

“Want some of my cake?” He asked you and you nodded before he held the fork up to your mouth.

Reggie walked behind the arm chair you was sitting in and held your hand rubbing small circles on it softly.

“You and the boys feeling alright?” Reggie asked you softly and you nodded.

He held your belly as Ron fed you some of his cake.

Occasionally giving himself some.

“God some people are wrongens…I’m gonna go put the kettle on!” Violet said as she walked into the kitchen giving you a kind smile.

“Thanks mum” Reggie said keeping his eye on you.

God he could’ve killed that man.

After a couple hours of talking and laughing, watching telly. You and Reggie went home, Ron went with you and slept on your sofa.

“Ron I can drop you off to your trailer if you want?” Reg asked but Ron shook his head

“Nah you’re alright Reggie, teddys there and he’s getting on my right fucking nerves” Ron replied as he moved you in between him and reg so you wasn’t walking in the inner side of the road.

“Alright then mate” Reggie nodded his head, holding your hand and giving it a kiss.

Once you got back home and got in bed, Reggie held your bump and gave it loads of kisses.

“Stop making your mama so hungry and grouchy all the time” he grinned as he spoke to your belly.

“The boys are literally kicking my ribs as your saying that” you laughed as you held your bump and reg laughed.

“I can’t wait to meet em doll”

“I can’t wait either baby” you smiled giving him a kiss before he laid back down.

“Talk us to sleep please” you giggled as you got yourself comfortable making him laugh.

“What is it with you and my voice?”

“I don’t know you just sound like heaven” you grinned making him laugh.

“Don’t be a cheek…” he smirked as he tickled your sides making you laugh but thankfully he stopped before you peed yourself.

[fightmewiatch]

Consumed

Pairing: Reggie Kray (Legend) x Reader  

Prompts: “You leave whenever you feel like it.” & “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“No one’s makin’ you stay, right? So you leave whenever you feel like.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from Reggie, yanking the closet door open. 

         Anger had its way of consuming you, something you’d known for as long as you’d been able to talk. It used to make your father mad, your mother cry, the latter of which was the reason you let them send you to see someone about it, to try and keep in under wraps. It helped, in that you no longer exploded in rage like you once had, but instead, you kept it bottled up and let it eat away at you, releasing it in spurts in the dark, alone. 

        Reggie insisted feeling angry was normal, the first time he saw you count to ten and release a slow, steady breath to calm the frustration simmering in your skin. He wanted you to feel it, not hide it, even went so far as you offer his hands for you to throw punches at if you needed it. It was odd, having someone embrace the anger in you, but after a few months, you were grateful for it. You didn’t feel so sick anymore, so sad and heavy in your chest. Hell, once you were away from your family, tucked safely into the comfort of Reggie’s home, a lot of your rage was gone, telling you exactly what caused most of your issues in the first place. 

        But Reggie was far from perfect, and as blinded as you were by love when the relationship started, you were perfectly aware, now, just how far he was. 

“Where d’you think you’re goin, luv, hm?” Reggie sighed, climbing to his feet as you tossed your suitcase to the bed, yanking things from the closet to stuff inside.

“No one’s makin’ me stay, ain’t that what you said, Reg? I’m leavin’. Hey!” you argued, as he picked up the clothes you’d tossed into your case and started putting it away. 

“You ain’t goin’, luv, don’t be stupid.” You threw your shoes to the floor, twisting around to face him with your brow pulled down in anger. 

“Don’t you ever call me stupid, Reggie Kray! Just because I ain’t as smart as you, an’ I ain’t never gone to school, it don’t give you any place to call me stupid!” you shouted, shoving him as you stormed around him and out of the bedroom. 

        Groaning, Reggie shook his head, turning to follow you towards the living room, watching as your shaking hands shoved his jacket off the hook, trying to find your own. Sighing, Reggie crossed the floor, stopping your hands. 

“Awright, luv, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it,” you spat, releasing the coat you’d finally found, and twisting to slip your feet into your shoes. Reggie’s hand gripped your elbow, and you swore, turning to see him again. “Reggie!”

“I am sorry, luv, I know you ain’t stupid, awright?” he sighed, as you glared at him. “I ain’t makin’ you stay...but I ain’t gonna just letcha leave.” Your anger simmered, but your expression began to melt from rage to resignation as you sighed, too. 

“Then what are you doing, Reg? You don’t want me, but you don’t want me to go? You can’t have it both ways, I’m sorry, that’s not how this works.”

        With a scoff, Reggie pushed at your arm until you faced him, his large hands coming up to cup your face, one of his thumbs grazing across your  bottom lip. Sometimes, you truly hated Reggie, simply because he knew all your buttons and switches, knew what let you melt away into something softer, unable to resist the gentle, easy way he touched you. 

“You...are my heart, y’know that?” Your breath caught at the softness of his voice, eyes flickering towards his as your brow furrowed. “You ain’t stupid...I shouldn’ta said it. An’ I meant my apology.”

“You hurt my heart, Reggie.”

“I know, luv, I know, an’ that’s all on me. Ain’t nuffin’ you did. I was angry, took it out on you, an’ I shouldn’ta done it.” 

        Reggie didn’t apologize often, certainly not enough to make sure you believed him. Hell, more often than not, his apologies came by way of Ronnie, promising that Reggie cared about you, hated seeing you upset. But there was something very honest about the way the words fell from his lips as he peered down at you, his hands moving gently into your hair to cradle your head.

“...I need you to say it, Reg…” He sighed, dipping his head down closer to yours, nose bumping yours as you bit your lip. 

“I’m sorry, luv. From the bottom of my heart. I’m sorry.” His breath was warm across your skin before he gently took your lips in his own, as your fingers clutched to his shirt, eyes falling shut as you welcomed the touch. 

        Some days, you were exhausted by Reggie, by the way he changed depending on what he chose to drink, on how he chose to point his frustrations, by the words he used at you that should have been aimed at someone else.

        But damn the darkness, you loved him, more than anything in the world. And he knew it.

[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

[wandawiccan60]

To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

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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? 🍬💗✨

ONE-SHOT/DRABBLES MASTERLIST

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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[bubblyani]

📖 Upcoming Fics 📖

Listing out the stories I’ve planned to post in the near future. Hope this makes the waiting easier heheh! 🖋😘

1.) Envy Makes Two (Part 2) : This Weekend

2.) NEW Reggie Kray fic (Request): Next Week

3.) Undeserved (Part 2) : The Week after Next

[uhhhemilyrose]

A Dangerous Game

Hey guys! Thanks for reading the last chapter. Sorry this one took so long. I’ve been picking up a lot of hours at my job and I haven’t had much time for this. But it’s finally done and I don’t know how to feel about this chapter. Please let me know what you think or even a suggestion for the next chapter! I’m curious to know how you guys would like to see this story turn. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Chapters: 1 / 2 

Kathleen shut and lock the door on her gangster. She leaned against the closed white door. She smiled to herself, pulling her purse close to her chest and embraced it. She spaced off, thinking of her gangster. No doubt, she thought, this was going to turn into a relationship she’s been wanting since she began to think of boys. She felt almost childish, having a crush on a guy the way kids do. She thought of the way Reggie looked that night: his suit, his hair, his musk, his eyes, those lips. She came back to reality after a moment of reminiscing. She flipped the living room light switch on. She needed to see where she walked so she could maneuver around without waking her sleeping grandmother. Or so she thought. She began walking towards her kitchen. She looked around the room and immediately caught eyes with her grandmother. Kathleen’s heart stopped. She froze right where she was. Her grandmother was sitting on the couch and she did not have a happy face on. Kathleen began to envision her coffin and her burial site.

Her grandmother opened her mouth and was about to speak before shutting her eyes and mouth in disgrace. Or disgust, Kathleen couldn’t tell. She opened her mouth again, “Kathleen, do not lie to me.” Shit. “Tell me my eyes deceive me. Tell me…” she paused. “Tell me, that man you just had your tongue throat deep in does not have the name of Reggie Kray.”

Kathleen covered her face with her hands out of fright and tiredness. She couldn’t look her grandmother in the eyes anymore. She was caught. She was afraid to say anything her grandmother didn’t want to hear. She was afraid to even say a word to the woman. After a moment, she finally decided to speak up because she knew not saying anything wouldn’t get her anywhere. She must tell her the truth. “Grandmother, I can ex-” She tried to speak, but her grandmother cut her off.

“Please, Kathleen, save it,” she said, raising her hand to stop Kathleen. She sighed deeply, clearly of pure disappointment. “I was almost asleep but I heard voices outside my window. I got up because I heard yours and a man’s. I figured you lied about going out just to be with a man with which I would’ve been okay, darling. I was almost so happy for you, until I looked.” She shook her head and avoided eye contact. “I should’ve just stayed lying in bed, so you could lie to me some more.”

Kathleen chimed in, “Grandmum, I know it was only one date but within this date, he treated me with the utmost respect. We really like each other. He’s a sincere man with the best of intentions with businesses.”

“Of all the years of watching,” her grandmother continued, ignoring her granddaughter’s sincerity, “and hearing the things they’ve done to our local community, to our people, Kathleen, you still have the nerve of dating him? Him?” Kathleen looked away, annoyed. Her grandmother sighed again. “Honey, I know that I haven’t really been out in the public eye in a while, but surely there’s better men out there for you!”

Kathleen didn’t want to hear whatever else her grandmother had to say about this. Her blood was boiling. “Yes, there probably is better men, Grandmum!” Kathleen snapped. Her grandmother was taken aback by this assertion. “But I don’t want better… I want him.” Her grandmother couldn’t believe her ears. “I want Reggie Kray. And I’m sorry he can’t be someone whom you can respect but I’m planning on dating him whether you approve or not!” Kathleen walked towards the front door.

“Where in God’s green earth are you going this time of night?” her grandmother angrily asked.

“I don’t know. I can’t be with you right now or you’ll hate me more than you already do.” She unlocked it and walked out.

Her grandmother tried saying, “But I don’t hate you, Kathleen,” but Kathleen was too quick and shut the door behind her too fast for her to finish. Her grandmother sighed a final time that night and rested her head on the back of the couch in defeat.

Kathleen angrily walked down the dark street. She didn’t know where she was going. She didn’t have a destination. She was furious. She knew her grandmother would’ve reacted this way. She also wished her grandmother just stayed in bed and minded her own business. Although, Kathleen was a bit confused as to why she was defending Reggie so quickly and so aggressively if they had only been on one date. They only knew the surface of each other. He was a gangster, a murderer, a thug; him and his twin brother. Her grandmother was right and had every right to be angry, Kathleen came to realize on her seemingly endless walk. Her mind, then, began to defend Reggie again. Yes, he was a gangster but he also cared about the planet. He cared about the wellbeing of casual citizens in the city. He loved dogs. He ran legitimate businesses. She found these out during their evening. Most of all, Kathleen knew Reggie liked her, too; she could feel it. Within her own battle inside her head, she had mindlessly walked to Esmeralda’s Barn, which was still open, out of habit when she would walk past it during that one week. She decided to enter, hoping to buy some alcohol to help her with her ever increasing anxiety.

Kathleen walked straight to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. And another. And another. And another. Six shots later and she was a tad bit drunk. She found herself to be quite giddy and hands on with the men at the bar. She felt limber and her normal self again, like nothing can take her down. She flirted with them, often making them show her their muscles on their arms and complimenting them. She got touchy and so did they. She was too drunk to remember why she was upset. She was having fun with the men until she realized what she was doing and where she was doing this at soon after. She stopped talking to them and walked to the other end of the bar. She ordered herself a glass of tap water. She waited quietly for her drink, scanning the club to see if Reggie or even Ronnie witnessed that horrific scene. The bartender handed her her water and she walked to an empty singles table and enjoyed the band. She sat quietly and kept to herself the rest of the night at the club to reflect.

She understood that Reggie and her were not exclusive. They were not technically boyfriend and girlfriend. There was no need for her to settle down the way she did. She felt a bit of shame. She only stopped her bold actions in fear of what Reggie would do if word got out that a woman Reggie Kray was with, even though not exclusively, was hitting on men the same night they went on their first date. Those men probably would be identified and shot in between their eyes on the spot. Kathleen feared for their lives. She wanted Reggie to be as civil as possible if they were going to be seeing each other. She was aware she probably couldn’t change this man but she sure as hell would try, she figured.

When the band was all done playing and the club members were done dancing and all shuffled their ways out the door, Kathleen was left alone in her thoughts. She had her elbow on the table and her head resting in her hand. Her eyes were shut. She wasn’t asleep, just deep in her thoughts of how she’s going to proceed with her current situation in terms of Reggie and her grandmother. Should they just meet and get to know each other before grandmum makes a whole bunch of assumptions? Or should I just drop everything and start a new life in North America?

“Excuse me, miss, we’re closing.” She was pulled from her thoughts. She turned to the source of the notice. It was just one of the workers.

“I’m sorry,” Kathleen spoke quietly. “I must’ve been too lost in my thoughts. My apologies.” She got up out of her chair and made her way towards the front doors. Before leaving, she made sure she grabbed her coat and her purse.

A man’s voice erupted from behind her, “Kathleen?”

She froze. It sounded familiar. She looked ahead of her to find the source and slowly turned around and met eyes with her gangster. “Reggie…” She stumbled to find words to explain her presence, “W-what are y-you doing here..?”

He had a confused look on his face. “I could ask you the same question.” She looked away, sadness written all over her face. He walked towards her. Reggie had noticed she looked a bit off, whether it was the alcohol or something deeper. When he reached her, he gave her the most loving and comforting hug Kathleen had received in years. She didn’t know how else to react but to just give into the hug. She embraced his warmth and snuggled right into his chest. “What happened, huh? Why are you here, love?” There was a sense of genuine care in his questioning. He figured something happened between her and her grandmother as he knew her thoughts and opinions about him.

At these questions, Kathleen almost wanted to cry but she thought she better not ruin his nice suit. He was wearing the same suit he wore for their date. It appeared he didn’t go home and go to sleep like she assumed he was going to do since he said he needed to be at a meeting in the morning. She hugged him even tighter. “We had an argument,” she quietly told him in his chest. “She saw me with you.”

Reggie was a whole head taller than Kathleen so he was able to rest his head on top of hers. He gave her some kisses on the top of her head before resting his against hers again. “I’m sure she had her reasons.” There was something about Reggie, Kathleen observed, something about his presence that made her feel at home, comfortable. She didn’t understand how she already felt this way. She didn’t understand and she didn’t care to, at least not right in that moment. After a chunk of time, Reggie spoke up again, “I’m assuming you’re not wanting to go back home after the argument.” She groaned. “Would you feel comfortable sleeping at a motel for the night? I can rent a room for us. Two beds, even.” She didn’t respond. He took it upon himself to offer a night at his house. “Or what about my house, love?” She looked up at him. “I have a guest room you may sleep in, darling.” She slowly nodded. She figured it would be okay to do so and give herself some time to think of how to explain things further with her grandmother. She hadn’t spent a night away from her grandmother in years so this would be somewhat of a challenge for her. Her anxiety was going to have a field day away from her home. “Yeah? Right, let me go lock my office up and we can head out, alright, love?” He hugged her tightly quickly before walking away. “Be right back.” He walked towards a door in the back of the club and disappeared.

Kathleen started questioning herself. What has she gotten herself into? Why was this premature relationship moving so fast? She figured they weren’t going to sleep together but she was going to spend the night at his house. She had never spent a night at another man’s home. Kathleen became annoyed with herself from these questions and overthinking and began thinking of the positives. This was going to be somewhat healthy for her, to spend some time away from her grandmother. She spent almost every waking moment with her. She rarely got some time alone, granted going to the grocery store wasn’t the longest time alone for Kathleen but it was some time. She figured this could also be a good opportunity for her to ask some more personal questions from Reggie, things she’s always wondered, hopefully not too personal to make him back away from this developing relationship. Reggie walked out of the mysterious room, turned around and locked the door. He approached Kathleen and took her by the hand.

“You ready, love?” he asked, smiling.

She smiled back at him. She loved his smile. She could never get enough of it. “Yes, Reggie Kray. I’m ready.”

Reggie nodded and looked over his shoulder towards the man who reminded Kathleen earlier that the club was closing. “Albie, take us home, please.”

The man, Albie, nodded his head once. “Yes, Reg.” He put his beverage down at the bar. He walked ahead of the couple and walked them outside to Reggie’s vehicle parked a ways along the street. Albie opened and held the backseat door for them so they could get in. Kathleen first, then Reggie. Albie got in the driver’s seat, started the car and off they went.

Not long after the ride began, Reggie turned to Kathleen. He was admiring her appearance as though this was his first time seeing her. Kathleen looked at his gaze and her face turned a soft shade of pink. There’s that shyness again, but this time, it didn’t cripple her thoughts. Reggie turned away for a brief moment and sighed. He looked back at Kathleen. “You don’t have to be with me, Kathleen.” She was confused by this. “I’m never going to force you to stay with me or do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. If this is going to become something more serious, right, and it becomes too much for you, you may leave whenever.” He took an instant to think. “I pray you don’t, dove.”

Kathleen understood his warning. She knew of his side businesses but did not have enough information to know everything he did. She tucked a stray lock of her raven hair behind her ear and looked away. “Thank you, Reggie,” she said. “But I don’t think I’ll need to run away.” She looked back at him in the eyes with reassurance. His hand had been resting on the space between the two. She laid her hand on his and softly held it.

He slowly nodded for a second. “Good,” he smiled softly. “Good. Because I really like you, Kathleen, and I’d like to have you by my side. To help me through some rough times, right.” She smiled back at him. The rest of the ride to his house was comfortably quiet.

They walked up to his front door as Albie drove off. Reggie’s home wasn’t quite large but it looked relatively big. Reggie unlocked his door and ushered for her to enter. The inside of his house had a pastel yellow wallpaper with some floral print every few inches or so. The carpet was a light beige color and looked as if it was newly added in. In front was a short hallway which had a staircase. To the right was the living room which had a brown leather couch and two light brown leather chairs on either side. In front of the couch and the chairs, there sat a television. In between the couches and the television, there was a thick, rectangular wooden coffee table. The curtains were also a light beige color and they reached all the way to the floor. To the left of the front door, there was the kitchen. It was painted all white and white and light gray diamond patterned tiles. The table was made of a dark and thick wood and the chairs that accompanied it were gray with a metallic frame. A white phone was attached to the wall, near the refrigerator. Reggie asked Kathleen, “So, love, what do you think? Best home in the world or what?” He snickered to himself as he shut the door behind them.

She looked over her shoulder at him, astonished. She realized after she looked at him that he was joking. “Well,” she said truthfully, “that’s one way of describing it.” She giggled.

“What? You don’t like it?” he asked, laughing. “I don't like it either, right. I can dress myself like no other but I can’t dress my own home. How pitiful, right?” He erupted in laughter.

She laughed along with him. “Truthfully, Reggie, it’s not the worst I’ve seen. If you met my good friend Mary, she would put your interior design for the ugliest design ever to shame.”

“Is hers worse than mine?” he asked, truly wondering.

Kathleen nodded and giggled, “Absolutely.”

Reggie stood from behind and secretly admired how Kathleen looked while she laughed. He was beginning to think her laugh was cute. He was happy he was able to be the source of her happiness. He watched as she continued to look around the house before her. Reggie began loving the way she observed things and how she made a certain face while she was curious. He loved the curve of her lips when she smiled and her laugh line. He walked in front of her view and broke the silence with a question. “So, love, are you able to stay awake a bit longer or are you tired enough to go to sleep soon so I can quickly make the guest bed for you?”

Kathleen thought about it for a moment. She was tired, she had to admit, but she wanted to ask Reggie questions about his life. She had been curious for years, reading about him in the newspapers with her grandmother. Oh, no! My grandmum! Kathleen almost forgot about her grandmother. She began to fret over her. She worried if she was able to reach her medicine on the top shelf, if she remembered to turn off the living room light before she went to bed, or if she was even okay. “Reggie, are you sure I’m not intruding? I feel somewhat uncomfortable just taking over your space without really getting consent from you,” she asked, shyly. Her anxiety kicked in and convinced her she needed to leave and make amends with her grandmother. “I’m sorry, Reggie, I have to go.”

Reggie walked close to her and gave her a hug before she finished her sentence. He rested his head on top of hers. She gave into the embrace. She wrapped her arms around his back and laid her head on his chest. It was almost as if they molded together. He quietly told her, “Kathleen, love, you’re not intruding. I offered for you to stay at my house tonight because I thought you would feel uncomfortable being at your home, right, considering you and grandmother had an argument as you said. If anything, I should feel uncomfortable and sorry for being so forward so quickly, yeah. Don’t apologize for anything, love.”

Kathleen nodded. She slowly broke the hug but he held onto her hands as she slid back. They looked at each other, hand in hand. “I’d like to stay up a bit longer, just to get my mind off things. Otherwise, I can’t really sleep.” There had been many times in the recent past where Kathleen’s anxiety spiked and she couldn’t sleep thinking of her grandmother, post-stroke. She always had anxiety and depression since her childhood because of her mother and her abusive ways, and even from her father, going in to prison the way he did.  

“Absolutely. Make yourself comfortable, darling.” He offered to take her jacket and purse off her hands and hang it up. Reggie got a brief scent of her perfume and almost instantly fell in love. He had to restrain from indulging her right then and there, leaving love marks all over her beautifully scented and curvy body. “Please, sit on the couch. It may look a bit rough, visually, right, but it’s quite comfortable, love. I’ve fallen asleep on it a couple nights.” They chuckled. Reggie had long nights working at the club and doing his behind the scenes business, probably working through tons of paperwork. So often, he’d come home late at night and not even make it so far as the guest room which was right around the corner. He would walk a few steps into the living room and crash straight into the couch or simply sleep sitting up in the chair.

Kathleen took off her heels at the front door and walked slowly towards the couch. The carpet was very soft on her petite feet, almost as if the carpet was either really new like she thought before or if it was just hardly ever stepped on. She liked the feel of the carpet and so as she walked, she nearly dragged her feet along the floor rather than actually stepping. She reached the couch, flattened the bottom of her dress along her behind with her hands so it wouldn’t wrinkle and sat down. She nearly sunk into the couch, swallowing her whole. Though it almost ate her, she did find it pretty comfortable, like she could sleep in it right away. She had to fight the urge, though. She wanted to stay up and complete her own mini mission of getting to know the real Reggie before the night ended. The whole while she went to sit on the couch, Reggie had stood at the entrance watching her, observing her and her mannerisms. When she practically fell into the mouth of the couch, he smiled to himself, finding that innocent action amusing. At this point, Reggie found anything she did quite comical. He was almost entranced by Kathleen and everything she said and did. Any chance he had to watch how Kathleen did things, he took it. It was almost as if the first night they met weeks ago, she gave off a scent that attracted him over to her subconsciously like a witch poisoning someone with a potion and he had been hooked ever since.

Reggie had to force himself to stop staring at Kathleen’s mesmerizing face. “So, uh, love. Would you like anything to drink while I make your bed for you?”

Kathleen wondered if he meant alcohol or just any kind of liquid. She figured it’d be best to not drink alcohol in her current state of mind, otherwise she would do something she would regret. “I’ll take a glass of water, thanks, Reggie.”

Reggie walked into the kitchen and fetched her a glass of water. He returned to her and handed over the glass. She took a small sip to test the taste. I mean, it’s water, she thought. She smiled as a thanks. “Like I said, love, right, make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a couple minutes or so.” He began walking away but before he was completely out of sight, he stopped himself and faced Kathleen. “Dove, do you like lots of pillows or just a couple?”

Kathleen giggled at the question. She found it funny realizing a big and bad murderous gangster was worried if a simple girl like herself wanted a bunch of pillows, something so insignificant. She paused before answering, “I don’t mind just a couple pillows, Reggie. Thank you.”

Reggie slightly squinted at her response and gave her a thumbs up and a wink. He walked down the short hallway and entered the guest room. The walls were a white color and not much decoration around the room. There was simply a bed, two nightstands on either side with small lamps, a full body length mirror in a corner, a chair in the other corner and a closed closet. He went inside the closet, grabbed some new sheets for the bed and the many pillows he planned on placing on top. He took off the sheets already on the bed and threw them to the side. Reggie also took off his suit jacket and placed it nicely on the chair in the corner. He loosened his tie so he can maneuver without being choked. He grabbed the new purple silk bed sheet and fitted it over the bed. Reggie recently purchased this sheet in case he had any guests that were to spend a night or two. He rarely had guests over outside of his usual crew members and none ever stayed a night but he figured he’d eventually have a guest. Plus, he really just liked the color of the sheet. It was a vibrant purple shade. After he straightened any waves or bumps in the sheet, he grabbed all of the extra fluffy feather stuffed pillows. He laid them perfectly next to each other at the head of the bed, resting against the white and gold studded headboard. Once he was done straightening everything, he stood back and mentally patted himself on the back for his job well done on this bed. He’s not the decorating type or even just the people pleasing type, but there was something about Kathleen he wanted to get everything right for her. If she didn’t like it, he’d redo it to fit her needs in a heartbeat. He would do this for her a thousand times until he got it just perfect.

Reggie was also very curious to know more about Kathleen. He walked and stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. He wanted to make himself look presentable even though he’s already won Kathleen’s affection and it’s late in the night so fixing any cosmetic problems really wouldn’t be an issue for her. She said she’d stay awake for a bit longer so he thought he could win her undying love before the end of the night. Reggie didn’t care about the important meeting he’d need to attend in the morning. His main priority right then was Kathleen. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt and tried pulling the collar apart to show a bit of skin. He was indecisive if it would’ve been a good or bad idea to undo the third button. He eventually left it be. He cupped his right hand around his mouth and blew in it. He quickly inhaled the scent he let out and concluded it wasn’t too bad. Small hint of alcohol and smoke never hurt anybody. He checked his hair and the rest of his outfit. He made a few tweaks here and there before deciding he looked presentable. He gave himself a little pep talk prior to walking out the door and back into the living room. He wanted a bit more confidence to have an intriguing conversation with Kathleen and if one thing lead to another, he figured he’d be fine.

As the living room lights shone on him, he turned and looked at Kathleen who was snoozing. Her head was lying on the armrest while her body was curled up on the rest of the couch. She was lightly snoring, nothing too obnoxious. Reggie couldn’t help himself but admire her once more. She looked so sound while she slept. So peaceful. So… in short, beautiful to him. Reggie leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her slumbering. He figured he took too long to make her bed and abandoned her long enough she got bored and fell asleep. Or maybe, it was already close to three in the morning, she just couldn’t fight back her tiredness. Either way, Reggie finally walked over to her. He gently reached his arms underneath and gingerly lifted her up, bridal style. Despite her subtle curves, Kathleen was quite the lightweight. Her head slowly rested on his shoulder. He breathed in her perfume once more and almost buckled beneath himself. Just like Kathleen was falling for him, he was doing just the same. This was the most he ever felt emotions for a single person besides his family. He carried her slowly as to not wake her to the guest room and gently placed her on the bed. He moseyed on over to the closet again and grabbed the softest blanket he could find. He finally chose one that he thought she’d like and unfolded it. He lifted the blanket up and over her and let it float down on her. He turned both lamps from the nightstands off and set his lips on her forehead. He gave her a goodnight kiss and softly brushed her dark raven hair out of her face. Another moment with her and he would for sure be madly in love with Kathleen Rose Smith.

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