#Reggie Kray x y/n

[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.

[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

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

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.”

[howmanycaloriesisjeffbezos]

Fuck you I don’t have daddy issues, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

[sparklemichele]

Untitled Part 2

I can't for the life of me think of a title!

Reggie Kray X Reader

Read Untitled one here.

You studied Reggie for a moment trying to determine what he wanted. The bags were getting heavier, so you gave in and let him in your brother’s home. Reggie followed behind you and sat the grocery bag on the kitchen counter like you did the others.

“Will you and your brother be my guest tonight?” Reggie asked again.

“Sure. Just make sure we don’t run into any problems.” You told him as you started toward the door hoping he would get the hint. He did and stopped on the porch to look at you.

“You will not have any problems. I will see you both around 9.”

You nodded and shut the door in his face.

“Who did you invite to the club?” Ronnie asked taking a puff of his cigar.

“Your friend Sam and his sister.” Reggie answered taking a bite of a biscuit.

Ronnie frowned a little. “Why?” he asked exhaling smoke.

“He’s your friend, isn’t he?”

“I think he is mad at me now. He won’t see me. You just want to see his sister anyway. You didn’t need to involve him.”

“Involve him in what Ronnie? They are just coming to the club. I can’t help it if you fucked it up with Sam.”

Ronnie huffed before taking another puff of his cigar hoping he would indeed see Sam tonight as he missed him.

You don’t know why you were a nervous wreck as you got ready for the club. You tried on several dresses and asked Sam for his approval. On the fourth dress he laughed at you in regard to how you were acting.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think Reggie left an impression on you.”

You sucked your teeth and asked him to zip up the back of your dress. Your brother was right. You fought Reggie invading your thoughts all day with little luck. He was on your mind constantly. You must confess you wanted to know more about him. Not what was said around on the streets but the real him. He seemed to be totally different than his asshole brother.

“Y/N we gotta go!” Sam yelled to you looking at his watch. You looked at yourself in the mirror again and walked out to the living room ready to stand for a time longer than necessary to catch a cab. You and Sam was pleasantly surprised when you saw a car and a young man waiting against the car in front of your house.

“Are you Sam and Y/N?” he asked.

“Yes.” Sam answered.

“Reggie Kray asked me to pick you up and bring you to the Esmeralda.”

You and Sam looked at each other thanking your lucky stars as it was hard to catch a cab being Black and your feet were already starting to ache in your heels. You both piled in the back of the car, and you tried to calm your nerves as the car headed to your destination for the night.

Reggie watched you and Sam enter the club. You looked stunning in a little black cocktail dress. Your brother Sam stood next to you in a nice black suit. Reggie excused himself from his table of guest and walked over to greet you. He shook Sam’s hand and left a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek.

“I have a table for you, and everything is on me tonight.” He told you both particularly looking you up and down.

“Thank you.” You noticed no one seem to be bothered by you and Sam’s presence and it made you feel at ease. Upon sitting you did notice Sam looking around the club for Ronnie. Once he saw him tucked away in a corner with a young guy, he instantly became furious.

“Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight and not worry about him.” You tried to console. You were having a good time as you watch Reggie entertain guest and periodically watched the singer on the stage. Every chance Reggie got he was at your table making sure you and Sam were having a good time.

“I want to see you later tonight.” Reggie told you placing a hand on your shoulder. Your body temperature rose several levels.

“Okay.” You croaked out. Reggie saw the look on Sam’s face as he was looking at Ronnie.

“That guy he is with is just a friend. No one important.” He assured Sam. Sam nodded and finally tore his eyes away from Ronnie.

Sam was on his fourth drink, and you tried to get him to slow down. He was getting more upset with his lover Ronnie who had yet to speak two words to him even though Ronnie would not take his eyes off Sam throughout the night. Sam did not understand how Reggie who just met you made a point to come over and speak, but Ronnie who he has known for months acted like he didn’t exist. This was a stark contrast of him standing outside his house begging to see him and ringing his house constantly the past couple of days. Maybe you were right, and he needed to leave Ronnie alone. Soon Sam was drunk, and you were several drinks in by the end of the night. It was time for you both to get home as the crowd was starting to get a little rowdy.

As you threw on your robe you had a feeling your brother would not come home tonight as he and Ronnie had disappeared from the club. You shook your head at your brother as you made yourself a glass of wine. Ronnie did not speak to Sam all night except for sending someone over with a message to meet him out back. Like a fool in love your brother left you alone at the table. Now you were left with finding a taxi home and hoped one would stop for you. Thankfully Reggie had sent Albert to the rescue. Albert was very talkative during the ride, and you tried your best to keep up with him, however your mind was on Reggie. The way he was looking at you throughout the night had sent chills up and down your body. He was surely undressing you with his eyes. You tighten the belt on your robe, grabbed your wine and went to sit down in the living room and start where you left off on a book you were reading. You were debating if you should indeed stay up for Sam when a knocked on your door startled you. You sat down your glass and opened the door to find Reggie Kray looking good as hell. You frowned a little thinking of the time.

“I know it’s late, but I just had to see you.”

Without hesitation you let him in.

“I was so busy at the club I hardly got a chance to talk to you.” Reggie took in your form in your robe as he walked in. “I told you I wanted to see you.”

You remembered him telling you that, but you didn’t think it would be this late.

“Can I get you something to drink?” You asked trying to hold back how nervous you were with him so close to you.

“You have beer?”

You nodded yes and headed to your kitchen after telling him to have a seat. You were slightly surprised that Reggie ignored you and followed you in the kitchen. You had a feeling he did not like being told what to do. You opened the beer for him, and Reggie took a hefty swig.

“You looked stunning tonight at the club, but the way you look right now is even sexier.” Reggie’s eyes fell on your full lips. Reggie sat the beer on the counter and moved closer to you. You knew he was going to kiss you and you were hypnotized by his eyes and beautiful full lips as he leaned over to place his lips on yours. You wanted to reject him, but you just had to feel his lips on yours. As Reggie’s tongue slipped in your mouth you tasted a hint of cigarettes and the beer he just tasted. His lips did not disappoint. Reggie deepened the kiss as his fingers found the front of your belt and untwist it. You did not object as he slid the robe off your shoulders, and it fell to the floor. Reggie pulled away and there you stood in front of him in your bra and underwear.

“Damn.” He whispered eyeing you. He pushed you against the counter, pulled you back into the heated kiss and you moaned as his hands roamed all over you. Grabbing a handful of your ass he squeezed tightly before his right hand found their way into the front of your panties.

“Reggie?” you gasped.

“Just let me feel you. I have to feel you.” He told you as two of his fingers slid in you with little effort as you were already slick from your juices. “So tight and wet.”

Your head was telling you to stop, but your body was telling a different story. Reggie’s fingers felt so good inside you as he fucked you with his fingers and rubbed your nub with his thumb. Your moans were getting louder, and he picked up the pace. His hot tongue grazed your neck. “You feel so damn good.” He whispered against your neck. Within moments you felt the prickles of your orgasm rising.

“Reggie…..”you moaned and he had you right where he wanted you since the moment he laid eyes on you the other night. You shuddered in his arms as the wave of your orgasm washed over you and your juices washed over Reggie’s hand. Reggie let your body slump against him as you recovered. He pressed kisses on your forehead as you tried to control your breathing.

“Y/N?!” You were startled in Reggie’s arms as you heard your brother call for you. You were in such a haze you didn’t even hear the door open. You tried to pull Reggie’s hand out of your underwear, but he just smiled and pressed down on your nub causing you jump from the sensitivity.

“Reggie get your hand out.” You hissed at him.

“No.” He flatly told you. Sam and Ronnie entered the kitchen finding you and Reggie leaning against the counter, your robe on the floor and Reggie’s right hand in your underwear.

“Y/N!” Sam tried to scold you, but he had a huge grin across his face as he caught you red handed. Only then upon discovery did Reggie pull out his hand. You could not believe him and was even in more shock as he had no shame in front of you, Sam and his brother. Reggie took his fingers and in front of all three of you slowly licked your essence off his fingers. You were stunned and instantly fell head over heels for Reggie Kray.

@imgoldielikehawn @readsalot73 @laketaj24 @virgosapphire79 @oddsnendsfanfics @kmhappybunny240 @titty-teetee

[alikaheroes]

Stays the Same (Reggie Kray)

Anon Request: 

“Heyy can I request a Reggie kray x reader (dramatic/sad) fic, where the reader has put up with lots of gangster bs under the name of love and finally on the day of her marriage with Reggie she's the happiest woman on earth until some bad guys arrive and they want to deal with Reggie and the reader is DEVASTATED because his gangster life just ruined the most special day of her life; Reggie handles the shootout quite well no-one gets injured but enough was enough for the reader, she calls off the wedding. Take it from there 🤧🤧 happy or sad ending up to you.“

Warnings: 18+, some mature content

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I was the luckiest girl in the world. I was finally marrying my Reggie. Everyone was there. I had on my most beautiful wedding gown, and felt like an actual princess. And Reggie. Oh my goodness, his hair slicked back, gorgeous eyes, kissable lips. That jaw line, his strong shoulders, just…I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. He was the most handsome fellow I ever laid eyes on. 

But of course there’s always a catch. Him and his twin brother, Ronnie, were among the most notorious gangsters in the city. And it devastated me. We had to always go into hiding. Always on the run. He was always, always getting into fights. I admit, at first it turned me on. Who could resist a badass who protected you and was into crime the way he was. And the sex after was always out of this world…

But then it got out of hand. There were situations where I would be in danger and it got too close for comfort. Guns pointed at my head. Threatening letters. Mysterious packages. And no matter how often I asked. Begged. Pleaded. Reggie was set on his ways and I couldn’t change him. 

It was so, so hard. But I just know he has a good heart. There’s no way I could have fallen in love with someone so evil. He’s never hurt me or any woman and that alone means so much to me. He means well...

“Y/N, are you there?”

A voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and saw Reggie looking at me with that gorgeous smile as he squeezed my hands. His eyes had a softness that made me so weak I felt more in love than ever. We had to say our vows. 

“Oh Reggie, I—“

WHAM! 

The whole crowd screamed as I ducked, everyone hitting the ground. Reggie looked up and saw him. 

“Son of a BITCH!!” He screamed, pulling out his gun and running toward the man. 

It was Jimmy, one of the men from the opposing gang. He immediately shot at Reggie, who dove behind one of the empty rows of seats for cover. Jimmy hid behind a pillar as Reggie jolted up and shot at him. He missed. 

Jimmy came out from the other side of the pillar and shot at Reggie, who ducked down again. As he ducked down, he pulled out a longer rifle that he had under the row, pushed up, and fired repeatedly. At this Jimmy, turned around and ran out of the building. Reggie threw the gun on the ground and shook his head, cursing loudly. 

He turned around and saw everyone slowly getting up. Reggie went to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the building and we ran outside, around the corner. He stopped and gave me a hard kiss when I pushed him off.

“Reggie! What the HELL was that?!” 

“Oh, you know it was just Jimmy being silly. Thank goodness everyone in there knows what’s going on since they’re on our take and—“

That did it. I couldn’t believe how damn nonchalant he was. I burst into tears, crying. It was years of build up. I felt myself gasping for air as Reggie pulled me in to give me a hug when I pushed him off. 

“Are you serious right now? I can’t. I JUST CAN NOT ANYMORE!! Reggie. We’re done. I can’t stay with you if this is what you plan on doing and you just blow this off so freaking nonchalantly like it’s no big deal?! You just had a shootout on our WEDDING day!!”

I pulled the ring off and threw it on the ground. 

“Y/N, wait!” 

I stormed away. 

And that’s how it happened. I never saw Reggie again. I saw in the papers that he had been imprisoned….again. And again. And again. I moved on with another man and was happier. But I always felt I never had closure. Until…

I was at a party with some friends. I sipped a drink when I looked up and saw him. Anyone could recognize that handsome face from a mile away. My heart felt like it had stopped. It was Reggie, talking with his cronies. It seems he always avoided jail time. It really did take a lot of love to hate him the way I did. 

But I also wanted closure so, so bad. But I didn’t know how to even th—

“Y/N.”

That familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around and saw Reggie. 

“How are you? It’s been a long time.”

I looked away. He took his finger and gently placed it under my face, turning it to me. We just stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. 

“I’m sorry. I never should have put you through all of that. I…I can’t put into words how it hurt to see how much I hurt you…” 

He tried to lean in for a kiss, but I put my finger to his lips. I wasn’t in love with him anymore. Not in the least bit. I moved on and he was a part of my past. But I just needed closure. 

“Thank you. I wish you well.” 

That was all I said. I turned around and walked away. I could feel those icy blue eyes staring at me but I didn’t want to even look at him again. I was done and had my closure. That’s all I ever wanted. 

[bubblyani]

‘Just For Show’

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Movie: Legend (2015)

Word Count: 6253

Rating: Mature

Requested by: @97freaknik

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

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

Light or Dark?

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

“You think he is taking the mick?”

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

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(A few days ago)

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

“Psst! He’s here!”

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

With your eyebrows raised, you shot him a glance.

“Who’s here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except, he defied all your expectations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(Present)

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

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

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

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

A man you adored finally wanted to take you out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


“Will you marry me?”

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

“W-WHAT?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The grand plan that involved their favorite Bakery.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes quickly fell on to his lips. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, those lips had driven you mad. Lips that could enslave a thousand if needed. You knew for certain of their softness, you had an inkling they were luscious. All you needed was proof. 

Frustration came over you when he kissed you at the ceremony for the first time. Being in the presence of many, the kiss was short. Too short, to be exact. You wondered if he was just shy. Many a doubts came to mind, yet you were too quick to dismiss them. Why would he marry you if not for love? You had no wealth nor mafia connections. So indeed for love, yes?
 Staring at his lips for too long, you felt your heartbeat increase with urgency. You were hungry. With your hands still in his hair, you leaned forward for a taste. Until you felt him grab you by the shoulders, pushing you into bed. With grunts and growls that exited his lips, you realized his preference for lovemaking: Rough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“So?..Did you get it over with?”

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

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

Gang wars. What’s there to be said?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, Mum”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also known as the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spectacle

‘Mad’ Teddy Smith x Reader

The Krays need publicity for the reopening of Esmeralda's Barn. As a famous heiress, it’s important that you’re seen enjoying yourself there; so the Krays assign ‘Mad’ Teddy to make a spectacle out of you.

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Echoes of incessant whispers. Stares burning over your every move. These things were only to be expected everywhere you went. You were (Y/N, L/N), the ‘Duchess’ of Haggerston, informally dubbed by South London’s most prominent gangsters. 

Sure, you weren’t out there arbitrating criminal activity or enforcing illegal transactions as the men were. You worked for the mob in your own way. Your value to them was your mere presence and approval. Being the heiress of South London’s most influential mobster, you were an asset to both friends and foes. Allowing yourself to be seen enjoying yourself or purchasing goods and services at certain business establishments was considered an endorsement.

The recent buzz surrounding Esmerelda’s Barn since the Kray twins had taken over, had caught your eye. No doubt, the Krays were waiting for you to make an appearance to attract more attention. To you, they were doing just fine on their own. The casino had been the talk of London’s West End thanks to Reggie and Ronnie Kray’s dealings. Nonetheless, you walked alone into that casino with confidence and that signature enigmatic demeanour that never failed to turn heads. No matter how successful and popular a place was, you carried yourself there as if you were the very foundation holding the establishment together. It was all in the attitude; you could fool anyone into thinking they needed you.

You knew it was working by the way the Krays observed you from their table, glancing at you while talking amongst themselves. Every time you saw them look your way from the corner of your eye, you’d feign boredom just to get a kick out of how it would cue them to engage in a discussion of how to keep you entertained. 

The gentle vibrato of the star of Esmeralda’s Barn had been lulling over the casino. At this point in the night, most people had retreated to a table or a seat by the bar to watch the songstress. She was enchanting enough that you were willing to forfeit the act of seeming bored, to engage in the show. This was not lost on the Krays.

You finally allowed yourself to look their way from across the room. You met eyes with Ron, who greeted your gaze with a slight grimace, stiffening up his posture and turning over to Reggie, a silent yet gruff request for you to carry your eye contact to him instead. You did as he wanted, meeting eyes with Reggie who happily took the responsibility of greeting you. He etched his signature smooth smirk, giving a gentlemanly bow of his head. Reggie turned his head to Ron, whispering something in his ear, and while the two were engaged in conversation, your eyes wandered to where Ron’s arm reached round.

You were careful not to meet eyes with the man by Ron’s side. At least not right away. Looking at someone so intoxicatingly striking as ‘Mad’ Teddy was something you needed to do in doses. Your eyes started at his elbow that rested atop the table, slowly trailing up to peer at his hands, his fingertips lightly tracing the rim of his glass, stroking slowly to the rhythm of the music. The dose from that was intoxicating enough already, observing the delicacy yet precision of how his fingers curled around the glass edge. You lingered your gaze there a little longer before you began eyeing his suit, up his torso and finally resting your eyes on his shoulder where Ron’s arm was wrapped around. 

A cigar hung in between Ron’s fingers, his hand perched on Teddy’s shoulder. Teddy’s lips came into your focus as he turned his head, leaning in towards the cigar Ron was holding and taking a drag from it. Your eyes followed his lips as they pursed around the cigar ever so slightly grazing against Ron’s fingers. He turned his head, leaning back as the smoke escaped his mouth, misting around his face to frame a pair of roguish green eyes that were burning right into yours. You were finally looking at him. All the features you took your time observing individually now came all together in a complete picture.

As you finally let your gaze settle in his eyes, a smirk plastered across his face, one that started off coquettish. Subtle, yet alluring enough to lure the weakness in your centre. Though as Teddy’s ego became aroused by your stare, his grin grew wide and smug, a grin that made you surrender your eyes from him, making sure to roll them before returning your attention to the enchanting songstress on stage.

You and Teddy weren’t unfamiliar with these types of exchanges. This was one of many times you’ve met eyes, many of which ended with you rolling your eyes to assure him of a disinterest — which was ultimately a lie. You engaged in conversation a few times, mere small talk with the occasional flirtatious nickname on his part. Each conversation brief, yet tantalising enough for him to remain on your mind, the lingering image of him keeping you company on the ride home alone, and keeping you warm in the comfort of a lonely bed. 

Pretending your own fingers were Teddy’s each night was a task that grew difficult the more you bumped into him. Your imagination couldn’t do him justice and your own touch was not nearly enough to satiate your need. However, it was all you could content yourself with, as no scenario that you could think of would prompt Teddy to so much as caress you. Entertaining your yearning gazes at him were merely a means to crow in cockiness that he had such an effect on you. 

As these thoughts returned to your mind, you accompanied it by soaking in the image of Teddy’s fingers from across the room, rhythmically tapping along the side of his glass. You knew he was watching the way your eyes scanned him feverishly. Adding fuel to the heat that you felt rising within yourself, he clasped his fingers around his glass, lifting it up to take a sip, guiding your gaze to his lips once more.

As he took one faint sip, you watched as he removed the glass from his lips, giving you a clear view of his tongue teasing its way out of his parted lips to savour the taste of his drink. You found yourself mimicking his actions, your lips parting in a daze. You were so enchanted by every faint move of his, that you failed to notice that Ron’s arm hadn’t been around Teddy’s shoulder anymore, but waving beside you to get your attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat, ripping your attention away from Teddy to see the Kray twins standing beside your table. Ron stared down at you, the light glaring off his glasses, adding a complimentary intimidating tone to the gravelly way he greeted you. 

“Why don’t you crack a fuckin’ smile, eh? Wouldn’ fuckin’ ‘urt, now would it?”

A light chuckle escaped you, his tone barely hindering your composure. “Alright, Ron?” You greeted him sweetly. 

“Either flash a big smile, flash some quid at the roulette table, or fuck off.”

“Allow me to translate, love.” Reggie interjected, placing an affection pat on his brother’s shoulder, before stepping forward to lead the conversation. He helped himself to the seat next to you, turning to face you with a beguiling smile. “Forgive me brother, he’s been down on his luck lately. You on the other hand, seem to have a natural attraction with luck. Considered having a crack at the roulette table yet, Duchess?”

The roulette table was the centre of the casino, and you, the Duchess of Haggerston, were bound to be seen having a good time there. You planned on going there either way, but having that slight bit of attention paid to you by the debonair brothers themselves was the minute of entertainment you needed before you obliged with their wishes. You allowed yourself to show how charmed you were by Reggie, though your eyes shot back at Ron, amused by how he was staring you down. “I quite prefer Ronnie’s approach.”

“Good, cause I ain’t fannin’ up your dress and kissin’ your arse.” Ron’s eyes wandered, not caring to hide how disinterested he was with talking to you. “Speaking of kissin’ arse… where is that Barney Rubble?” He muttered to himself, turning his head round back at their table, snapping his fingers at an amused Teddy who was watching them from afar. “Oi, Teddy!” Ron nudged his head as an order for him to come over, a gesture that had Teddy on his feet in a heartbeat, making his way to your table and gussying himself up. 

“You see, ‘ere, dear Duchess, I’m not your fuckin’ babysitter. Got better things to do, so this…” Ron gave a firm slap on Teddy’s backside, cueing a child-like giggle from Teddy, “...is my gift to you.” 

“You like ‘im, don’t you?” Ron frowned slightly at your scoff of a response which was prompted upon seeing the pompous grin Teddy had plastered across his face. Waving his hand dismissively, Ron scoffed in return, “Nah, ‘course you do. Can’t blame you — look at ‘im, he’s like a vanilla wafer, you just wanna dip in your tea, doncha?” Teddy was beaming at the compliments Ron showered him in. 

“I don’t mind, be good to get ‘im off me ‘ands for a while anyway.” Ron gave one last squeeze on Teddy’s behind before stiffly walking off, past Reggie. “I’m gonna go find me a cupcake.”

Reggie patted his brother on the shoulder as he passed. “Yeah a’right, Ron, go find yourself a cupcake.” Reggie shook his head and chuckled under his breath, “Tosser. Can’t get ‘im to pay attention to one thing for more than a minute.” 

“Alright, then.” You piped up.

“Alright, what?” Reggie looked at you.

“I’ll give a crack at it, shall I? The roulette wheel.” 

Reggie smiled, holding out his hand for you. You took it and got up from your seat, hooking arms with him as he guided you to the heart of the casino, Teddy following not far behind.

“I think you’ll find you won’t be disappointed.” Reggie let go of you, smoothing his hand around your shoulder. “Listen, love, I’d love to stay and keep you happy, but I’ve got some business to take care of. You be ‘right if Teddy kept you company?”

You bit your lip slightly, avoiding eye contact with Teddy, who peered over Reggie’s shoulder. “I suppose.”

“There’s a doll.” Reggie winked at you, nudging your chin affectionately.

Before Reggie walked off, he made sure to pass on a few words to Teddy on his way. “Ay, Teddy, listen, ‘right? You stay ‘ere. If she ain’t tipping her head back with joy within the ‘our…”, was all you could manage to hear. You let yourself look at the two men. Teddy nodded along to the stream of instructions Reggie whispered in his ear, his smirk etching wider, his eyes dancing up and down at you.

“I’ve got it, Reg. Don’t worry.” Teddy nodded, his eyes trained on you. Reggie excused himself once more before disappearing.

You turned your head back to the roulette table, occupying yourself with watching the wheel spin. “Don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself there, Duchess.” Teddy’s voice piped up, as he stood beside you.

“‘fraid I’m not.” You responded dryly. 

“You could do us a favour and fake it, eh?”

“Never been quite good at fakin’ it.”

“What you doin’ in a bloody casino, then?”

Teddy scoffed when you didn’t counter a response. He turned, leaning his face near yours, beckoning you to look at him. “Come on, how ‘bout a smile for ol’ Teddy Bear, eh?”

“Fuck off.” You didn’t budge. 

“Don’t act all coy, now, babes.” He kept leaning in and arching his head in attempts to make you face him. He was determined to break through that stoicism with an agitating persistence. “What was you thinking about before, looking a’ me like that? Back at the table.” It was already working.

You paused for a moment before countering, “What does Reg want you to do with me?”

“I asked first.” Teddy responded abruptly. “Oh sod it. I suspect both our answers are the same.”

You finally looked his way, furrowing your brows in bewilderment. What you were thinking while looking at Teddy was obvious, so Teddy implying that Reggie had asked him to do something similar was something you couldn’t understand.

Teddy shifted himself closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he brought his hand to the small of your back. “To put it vaguely, I’ve been told to make a spectacle ou’ of you. I think I’ve something in mind that’’ll suit all our interests, including yours.” He drew out the last word into a whisper, his breath tickling at your ear.

You stiffened at his touch in an eagerness to veil how flustered you were. “Make a spectacle, how?” 

You could feel him smirking as his lips brushed at your ear. “Could spin my fingers round your cunt like a roulette wheel.”  Teddy’s hand inched lower, smoothing around the curve of your backside, giving it a firm squeeze. You sucked in a breath as his hands dropped lower, fingertips dangling across the back of your thigh and curling around the bottom of your dress. He turned his head in a way that guided you to face the roulette wheel. You felt as Teddy began circling his fingers at the back of your thigh in perfect unison to the spinning of the roulette wheel your eyes were fixated on. 

You bit your lip trying to steady your breaths. You ripped your eyes from the wheel, the sight of its speed accompanying the growing speed of Teddy’s circling becoming unbearable. You subtly looked around behind you, surprised to see that Teddy’s overt groping hadn’t caught anyone’s attention.

“You’ve done most of the work for me, so thanks for that.” His voice beckoned you to face him, and you finally did.

You frowned at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“No need for me to warm you up. Seems like you’ve been doing that for yourself ever since you set those pretty little eyes on my fingers.” You knew exactly what he meant, though you preferred to feign oblivion, staring at him blankly. Half in a desire to continue the nonchalant act, the other half in a desire for him to seek proof. It didn’t take long until his fingers began rising up your legs from behind you, inching up your inner thigh, delicately gracing over your panties. His tongue spilled slightly from his mouth as he looked at you, coating his bottom lip in a sheen of wetness mirroring the dampness he felt through your panties. “This for me, innit?”

Your shuddering breath, coupled with you closing your eyes in bliss, was a sufficient enough response. Teddy stepped behind you, allowing more access to you while also shielding his action from that much view from others. He began stroking you through your panties, and you couldn’t help but tip your head back against his shoulder as you tried to stifle a moan.

Teddy began smoothing his other hand around your waist to your front, curling his fingers to bunch up your dress. “Let’s show everyone that dripping cunt, shall we?”

You lifted your head, grabbing Teddy’s wrists and prying his grip off you. You didn’t allow yourself a second to reconsider, as you walked up to the roulette table, helping yourself to a seat. The dealer asked if you’d be joining for this round and you nodded eagerly, trying to compose yourself and recover from Teddy’s touch.

Teddy chuckled as he took the seat beside you, turning his whole body to face you. “Hm… ‘spose I’ve gotta find another way to make a show outta you...”

As you placed your bet and waited patiently, Teddy’s hand rested on your thigh. You didn’t make an effort to remove it. It was under the tablecloth away from everyone’s view. Teddy beamed upon seeing that you didn’t even pretend to object to his advances this time. “See, now was that so ‘ard?” He chuckled. “This time, Duchess, no need to bite back them moans. Let everyone hear what a dirty littl—”

“I wasn’t moaning.” Your responses were becoming weaker and less effective after every advance he made, your tone withering in its assertiveness. 

“Oh I beg to differ. Plus, you said yourself you wasn’t that good at fakin’ it, innit?” Teddy chuckled as nothing but silence came from you, your mind too occupied trying to formulate a response while attempting to ignore Teddy’s fingers that were inching closer. Swiftly prying his way under your panties, the heat of your clit was washed by the cold of his fingertips. You breathed in a sharp gasp, gripping onto the edge of the table, trying to quiet the moan that shuddered its way out of you. Luckily, those around the roulette table and those passing, misconstrued your moans as an exclamation of anticipation as the roulette wheel spun. 

“This is in the best interest of us all.” Teddy’s voice dropped lower, and his mischievous smirk was replaced with a stormy eagerness in his eyes. His fingers were moving at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“How exactly is this in the Krays’ best interest?” You were surprised you were composed enough to speak again.

Teddy circled your clit, resting his chin on the palm of his other hand as his elbow propped up on the table. That cocky grin returned. “You can pawn off those pathetic moans as excitement for the game.”

“That’s…” 

“Clever, eh?” He let out a light giggle.

You wanted to frown, but your mouth hung open at the feel of his fingers working at your core. “Allow me to offer an example.” Teddy began delving his fingers inside you, your arousal that pooled a while ago allowed seamless access, as he abruptly curled his fingers harshly without warning. You yelped loudly, coincidentally in unison to the cheers coming from the aristocrats surrounding the roulette table, who watched as the dolly was placed on their winning numbers. Teddy spat out an obnoxious chuckle amused at the timing. “Ha! That was too good!”

You scowled at him. “You’re a little shit.”

Teddy quirked an eyebrow at you. “Sorry, what was that, darling?”

“I said— ah!” You moaned loudly, as Teddy picked up his pace, massaging deep inside your walls thoroughly. No doubt, the attention of everyone round the table was caught, so you disguised the moan as a triumphant cheer, smiling through it. The dealer made a humorous comment on your cheer of victory as he swept away the losing bets and made payouts to the winners including you.

The dealer asked if you were up to make new bets, though too distracted by Teddy who had kept his pace steady, you hummed. 

“Is that a yes, miss?” The dealer frowned at you confused.

“Y-Yes…” You found yourself gasping as Teddy picked up his speed. “God, yes!”

Everyone chuckled at your enthusiasm, interpreting it as anticipation towards a winning streak. To your mercy, Teddy stopped. Though to your disappointment, he drew his fingers back from you, adjusting your panties back on and removing his hand from you. You hated the whine that escaped you from the absence of his touch. 

You steadied your breaths. You didn’t have time to process what had happened, as everyone was waiting for you to place your bet. Doing so in a hurry, you had knocked some of your own table chips off the table. You cursed under your breath, urging yourself to calm down. Before you could reach down to grab the table chips, Teddy stopped you.

“Allow me.” Teddy smirked and waggled his eyebrows at you.

Your eyes widened, but before you could object, Teddy was already diving underneath tablecloth under the guise of collecting the chips. Somehow without arousing any attention from anyone else, he didn’t return back out from under there.

The roulette wheel was spinning again, and you bit your lip at what was to follow. Keeping your eyes trained on the wheel, you felt Teddy’s fingers begin smoothing up your legs again. He gripped each one hard, lifting them over each of his shoulders. In a swift motion, he grabbed the legs of your chair, pulling you in hastily towards him, your stomach pressed against the edge of the table. Your body jerked forward, your core meeting with his mouth forcefully. Your fingers were gripping hard onto your table chips, the feel of Teddy’s tongue through your panties driving you insane. 

It was as if Teddy read your mind when his fingers dug underneath the elastic of your panties, pulling harshly until they tore off, the cold air of the casino greeting your bare center. Teddy’s tongue ran the length of you, his voice humming, a rush of vibration running through you. A few thorough sucks of your clit made you bang your fist against the table. “Fuck!”, you exclaimed. As luck would have it, you were losing your bet in the game and your exclamation was interpreted as one of disappointment. 

Your body stiffened. You had to be more cautious. Those first few times were just luck, your next rush of pleasure may not coincide with a moment to cheer or exclaim in frustration about, in the game. Teddy could sense this hesitance from under the table and gave a harsh playful bite at your inner thigh.

You bit your lip to stifle a gasp, and instead clenched your thighs around his head and squeezed as a means to chide him. Though he groaned in slight pain, it only cued another vibration from his voice to surge through you. Feeling a dose of impulsiveness, you wrapped your legs tighter around his neck pulling him back to your core.

Taken aback, Teddy nuzzled against your clit again. You could feel a smirk begin to etch across his face again and you raised an eyebrow curious what was to follow. Teddy delved his tongue deep inside you, turning his head in a way that buried his nose against your clit while his tongue made work against your walls. Your breaths became out of sync with his, as you began bucking your hips around for deeper contact. Your movements were thankfully disguised as a bouncing of impatience by the surrounding people.  

You tipped your head back in pleasure, though as you looked up, you saw Reggie. He took one look at you and fluttered his eyes down, grinning to himself. Teddy must’ve done exactly as he was instructed. You furrowed your brows at Reggie, who greeted your stare with a mockingly innocent raise of his eyebrows, before moving along and disappearing into the crowd. You chided yourself for thinking you had the Krays wrapped around your finger. You had your fun thinking they were worrying over your enjoyment at the casino, all the while they were certain that they could ensure you were having a great time, and profiting off your endorsement while making a fool out of you.

The roulette wheel took its last spin, when you found yourself on the brink of release. Teddy was merciless, not allowing your growing sensitivity to hinder his speed. “Oh… oh… oh…” Your gasps and moans grew louder, coinciding with the slowing speed of the wheel as everyone looked to see where the ball would land.

A loud wave of cheers from everyone took over, as you let out a long moan, Teddy removing his face just in time for your release to drip down your legs. Your breaths grew heavy and quick, your core sore and your head weak from a violent rush of pleasure. You didn’t care that you had won yet another bet. All you wanted was Teddy to lick you clean of the mess he caused between your thighs, before you’d pull him back up from under the table forcing him in a heated kiss. Despite your hunger for him being satiated, you still wanted more. And you hated it. He made a spectacle out of you, and not only did you oblige, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

Before you could allow Teddy to coax anything more from you, you got up from the table, retreating quickly. Paying no mind to the cold rush between your legs, your release dripping down you, you briskly made your way to the stairs leading out the casino. You picked up your pace upon hearing a set of footsteps catching up behind you, but you were too late.

“Not so fast, love.” You gasped as a pair of arms reached around you aggressively. Teddy pulled you flush against him, his teeth grazing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not finished with you.”

You turned your head slightly to face him, almost moaning at the sight of your juices lingering on his lips. “I’m to make spectacle outta you, ‘member?”

Still weak and disoriented, you muttered. “Reggie seemed pleased with you. Your job is done.”

“Oh, I’ve done that first part for the Krays, sure. This is for me.” He grinned. 

You greeted this with a confused frown. “You’ve no interest in me. I was just a job for you and when I’m not that, I’m just something you love goading to arouse your damn ego.”

“You’re exactly right, darling.” That stupid hope you felt that he would argue against the notion of you meaning nothing to him, was shot down in a heartbeat. His apathetic, blunt tone nearly sparking a rise out of you. “Nothing gets my cock harder than being revered. Being in dear Ronnie’s shadow all the time, I don’t get revered often, y’see...” Teddy grinned against the back of your neck, his breath steaming your tender spot. It took everything in your strength to refrain from shivering at the sensation. 

“Now, you… You are no stranger to it…” Teddy’s hands ran its way up your body, feeling up your curves before pulling you even closer against him, his fingers grasping around your breasts. “If people saw me parading the Duchess of Haggerston around the casino... her letting out those pitiful moans ‘cause of me, cum dripping out her cunt and down her legs ‘cause of me… the stares I’d get… I could wank to that prestige for a whole bloody year.”

You pulled Teddy’s arms off you, turning around to face him and shooting him a brutal glare. Your eyes flickered down, spotting your panties blatantly hanging out the breast pocket of his blazer. He followed your eyes, grinning smugly at the panties, as if it was a medal of honour he wanted to flash proudly. “You’re psychotic, Teddy.”

“Do you object, Duchess?” He flashed a smile. You hated how confident he was, how sure he was that he had you wrapped around his finger. 

You felt a heat rising within you. Whether it was in a rage at Teddy’s intentions to humiliate you to arouse his ego, or in a reluctance to acknowledge the desire for him that still remained, it grew unbearable. You could feel everyone’s eyes on both of you. Your eyes glanced down at Teddy’s lips, and he lifted his head daring you to proceed with what you’ve been pining for since the moment you set eyes on him. 

With everyone looking, it would earn him the kind of attention that could supposedly make his cock hard, but for you, it was a mere case of quenching the mad desire to taste as much of him as you could. You knew by kissing him, he’d of won, and you would’ve surrendered your dignity all for a mobster’s boy toy.

“Fuck it.” You hissed sharply before tugging Teddy’s tie, forcing his lips against yours. You kissed him feverishly, desperate to savour the taste of him and the taste of yourself that still remained on his lips, paying no mind to the stares that burned your way. 

After all those times you would bear witness to ‘Mad’ Teddy Smith being nothing more than Ronald Kray’s toy, it seemed it was time Teddy was granted a toy of his own. 

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“Comfort”- Ron Kray x reader [Requested]

the lovely @onl-you​ sent a while ago the prompt “Stop being a fucking dick” and I’ve also got a few requests about the Krays. So here are the two combined! I’m not 100% happy with this but oh well, hope you like it <3

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Warning: mainly angst but got fluff at the end.

"Y/n, I'm home. You've no idea what a day I've had." Ron's voice was heard loud and clear throughout the whole house that was usually quiet. Whenever it neared the time where Ron was about to get home, y/n would always get things started for dinner. Ron would probably have to head out again to go to the club while her work tired her out so that she could never wait for him. Dinner was the only time when they could enjoy each other with no rush or time pressure and since they got together they quickly learned to take advantage of that.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" Y/n's voice came from the sitting room where Ron found her. She looked confused, or rather startled. Like she was abruptly snapped out of a daydream. He knew she did that a lot.

"What do you mean, what am are you doing here? You invited me over for dinner, last week." Hanging his coat he looked to see her shaking her head.

"Oh dear, I'm so terribly sorry Ronnie but I'm afraid I completely forgot."

"'s okay," he mumbled taking a seat on his chair. Something was off, Ron could tell, even he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. "Are you alright?" he asked her lighting a cigar.

"Of course, sweetie. Well, get yourself comfortable while I go and put something together for dinner."She offered and stood up to do exactly what she said. "Would you like a cup of tea, while you wait?" Her voice called for him from the kitchen after a while.

"Sure," he spoke out. However, there was no need because y/n was walking his way with a cup in her hands before he had finished talking.

"Here you go," she softly smiled at him after having sat down the cup on the table in front of him. Ron looked at the cup first, took it in his hands to inspect it and then moved his eyes over her. Y/n was already walking back into the kitchen, completely clueless. If before this Ron wasn't sure what was going on, this had proved that there was definitely something wrong.

"Honey..." he called for her while joining her in the kitchen so he could show her the water-filled cup.

"Yes?"

"There's only water in here," and to back up his statement he lifted the cup under her eyes.

"Oh goodness. I forgot to put the tea in it," her eyes widened at her mistake, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "I'm so so sorry, I've my head in the clouds today." She emptied the cup and put the kettle on to make tea. Before Ron could inquire about her strange behaviour, the phone rang and when she made no inclination to answer it, he did.

"Hello?" Annoyed for the interruption, he growled at whoever had called.

"Ron? Is that you mate?" Hearing his twin's voice made Ron furrow his eyebrows in confusion. He had just dropped him off, what could he possibly want now?

"Of course it is, who else would it be at y/n's home?" but Reggie completely ignored his brother's jealousy.

"What d'you called for?"

"Oh right, I called to check in on y/n. How is she?"

"Since when do you check up on my girl, mate?" If the fact alone that his brother was calling just after he had left him hadn't upset Ron enough when Reggie mentioned y/n, he really got angry.

"Would you stop being a dick, mate? Frances told me the news so I called. Y/n's family." Ron couldn't see him but he knew that Reggie was probably rolling his eyes at him and his behaviour. He couldn't care less though.

"What news?" This new piece of information made Ron push his anger aside for a moment. Apparently, his girl was keeping something from him.

"So she hasn't told you then?"

"No, but I figured that something was up. She's a mess, forgot that I was coming over and stuff," he mentioned to his twin to demonstrate that yes, he wasn't completely clueless.

"Yeah well, it would have upset me too. A lot actually, so be nice to her, alright?"

"I don't need to be reminded of being nice with my girl." Hearing his twin growl Reggie knew that his time had run short so he got straight to the point.

"Just don't be a dick like you usually are. I'll talk to you soon, bye Ron." The line went dead and Ron was stood there, phone in hand, head a mess.

Between the two, Ron was the one who was always quiet, he would only speak if he needed to. Or if he had something to say. Y/n was more chatty, granted she enjoyed her quiet time too otherwise Ron didn't think they'd work well together but she also came always to him whenever something was wrong. The fact that she hadn't and was acting weird, made Ronnie realise that this news had upset her a great deal.

Putting the phone down, Ronnie adjusted his glasses while he went looking for Y/n. Her house wasn't that big so Ronnie didn't think it such a hard task like it was proving to be. Where could she have gone? His call with Reggie had lasted a minute long, at most. Where could she have hidden in such a short amount of time? Calling out her name didn't help either so there was only a place she could be, Ronnie realized as he neared the ladder that led to the attic.

The squeaking of the wood and Ron's groans as he climbed and tried to fit his broad shoulders through the narrow opening were more than enough to alert y/n of his presence. However, as Ron spotted her near the window, she didn't move nor even flinched a little. Straightening his shirt, Ron walked up to her to join her in the sightseeing she was doing. Not that there were much to stare outside of the window but Ron knew from experience that looking at the lined up rooftops in the distance had a somewhat calming effect.

One of the other things that Ron and y/n had in common was that neither of them liked useless words. What was the point of saying things that one knew were ineffective just so that they could fill the silence? There was nothing wrong with being quiet. They both agree on that. And so, words of courtesy were never used between them when the other was feeling low for whatever reason. They simply stood by the other, letting them know that they were there and that whenever they were ready to speak, if they wanted to, they'd be all ears. So that's what Ron did.

Y/n had never told him but she had always found his presence comforting. He had something about him, maybe that stoic composed look he was always sporting did the trick. Y/n didn't really care for pointing out why it was, she just knew that he did and was very grateful for having him in her life. Resting her head on his arms, since she was too short to reach his shoulder, y/n tried to let her gratefulness slip to him. As his hand held her, y/n sighed knowing that she had to talk. Clumming up was a tendency she had, a rather toxic one and she had made a promise to herself to try and avoid it.

"I got bad news," she started quietly and continued when Ron grunted in support, "I... my mum is sick, Ron." y/n felt her throat constrict as she let the words out of her mouth. Feeling Ron's grip on her hand helped a little, but he knew that it was not nearly enough. y/n's relationship with her mother was really similar to the one Ron had with his. So he could perfectly understand what she was feeling and actually thought that she was handling it a lot better than he would.

"What did the doctor say?"

"They said she had cancer," only the word brought tears to her eyes, sniffling she pushed them back, " they don't know how serious it is but I mean it's cancer so it must be pretty serious right?" Now y/n turned to look at him, maybe she was hoping to hear him disagree with her, to assure her that it didn't necessarily mean that it was serious. But Ron couldn't know for sure, who the hell would he know, he was a schizophrenic gangster after all, he knew nothing about these things. What Ron could do though was offer some kind of comfort, a shoulder for her to cry on, gentle caresses and affection.

As everybody in London would say, he wasn't the affectionate type. If there was another thing that Ron loved more than silence was his personal space. However, contrary to popular belief and despite his mental problems, Ron wasn't incapable of love. Maybe the fact that he saw the world in a different way and the fact that he was a lot more sensitive than the average man, was what gives him the intel about love. y/n had never complained about this side of their relationship. Ron had a way to make very clear his emotions and feelings, even without using any words. She never felt dubious about his feelings for her for that very reason but also because whenever she would doubt herself or go through a hard time, Ron would always come through and face it all with her.

Meeting her eyes, Ron gently took her cheeks in his hands. Seeing the look of absolute despair and sadness, watching the tears that she failed to prevent from falling staining her beautiful face, he felt words failing him. What could he say to make her feel better? Absolute nothing, he knew. So he didn't bother.  He gave her a soft peck and engulfed her in his arms in one of his rare bear hugs that y/n was always yearning for. The intimacy of this gesture was what made her break, though. Hugging him close to her, y/n couldn't stop herself from crying anymore.

The only thing that Ron whispered to her was that there was still hope, there was still a possibility that it wasn't that bad until the doctors didn't tell them otherwise. Maybe giving her hope wasn't the best thing to do but he felt like he had to remind her of this possibility. The warmth of his body and his gentle hands on her, after a while, succeeded in calming her. Pulling back a little so that he could look at her face, Ron saw that her tears had stopped too. Still with a soft voice, he offered to draw her a nice bath, he was even willing to join her if she wanted him too. His eyes softened when he saw a little smile tugging at her lips and felt incredibly proud of himself for that. Looking at her now, he realized that this is the only thing that he could do to help here: give her comfort.

[beah388love]

Temper….

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!reader

Summary: Reggie loses his temper…

Warnings: swearing,arguing,fighting,crying!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

This has been one of the worst weeks of your life.

The past week Reggie has completely ignored you,

He’d be gone when you woke up and he’d not be back for when you go to sleep.

The dinner you made was left in the fridge waiting to be eaten, you was left all alone in your flat.

You was sat in the livingroom watching tv until you heard the front door open and shut.

“Reggie?” You said smiling but it soon left your face when you saw he ignored you and went upstairs to his office.

You frowned and tried your hardest not to cry,

after awhile you went up to his office and knocked on the door,

“Yeah?” He said and you walked in “hey reg? I was wondering if you wanted to-“ you asked but got cut off by him “no I’m really busy hun” he said and you frowned

“Well we could-“ he cut you off again.

“God Y/n can you please just get the fuck out! If you didn’t notice I’m trying to focus!” He yelled at you making you jump.

“O-Okay” you mumbled as you tried to not cry.

You shut the door before heading to the bathroom, you sat down and sobbed, you couldn’t help it.

It’s all your fault.

Why am I so clingy?

He hates me.

You heard footsteps and stopped crying,

“Y/n?” Reggie knocked on the door softly.

“Mh?” You hummed trying to wipe your face with your sleeve.

“Open the door” he said and you paused.

There was a minute of silence that felt like ages.

“Y/n? Please open the door” Reggie repeated and you sighed.

You slowly opened the door and he deflated when he saw your face, he pulled you into his arms.

“I’m sorry dove, I never should’ve taken my anger out on you, I was just so stresse- but that’s no excuse” Reggie cut himself off before giving you a kiss on the head.

“You’re scary when you’re mad…” you muttered into his chest and he was so disappointed in himself.

“I know bun and I’m so sorry” he said giving you a passionate kiss on the head and temple.

“Forgive me?” He asked and you nodded into his chest.

“C-can we cuddle?” You asked and he smiled into your hair “of corse’ doll”

“And can you talk to me?” You asked making him chuckle “of course”

“And can yo-“ he cut you off “I’ll do anything you want doll” making you smile as he wrapped his arms around you walking to your shared bedroom.

[lollie2479]

Falling for the enemy - Part 1

Reggie Kray x reader

Summary : You were with the Richardsons but you fell for Reggie Kray. You need to chose between your family or the handsome gangster that has your heart. 

Warning : Swearing, violence and mention of blood.

A/n : I recently watched Legend and I love Reggie so much. It wasn’t supposed to be in different parts but I had too much to write so I decided to create a longer story divided in different parts. I already started writing the second part. Hope you like it! 

I’ve been absent lately being too busy with school, work and everything but I missed writing so here I am. I might start writing more often so send requests.

Part 2 Part 3

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Your father was a member of the Richardsons so ever since you were a child, these men were your family. When your father died, Charlie took you under his wing and raised you like you were his own daughter. He taught you how to fight and how to shoot. He needed to make sure that you were able to defend yourself in any situation. Pretty soon, you became the best and nobody could beat you. 

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I won’t hurt you.’’ The blonde man said chuckling while his eyes kept staring at your breasts. You walked slowly towards him, a grin on your face. His eyes locked with yours and before he could say anything else, your fist collided with his jaw sending him to the floor. You smiled and got down on one knee next to him. Your mouth was close to his ear and you whispered to him. “Don’t ever call me pretty girl again.’’ You heard clapping coming from behind you which made you turn around. Charlie was standing there with admiration in his eyes. You were his secret weapon, nobody knew about your existence. You were his best one and he made sure to keep you for himself. “Look at you, he smiled coming closer to you, you are still unbeatable.’’ Before you could respond, one of the members of the gang barged into the room with a bloody face. ‘‘Who did this?’’ Charlie asked already knowing the answer to his question. The man spat the blood he had in his mouth. He only said one word : Kray. 

The next morning, Charlie called a meeting to talk about what they should to about the twin brothers. They were a gang on the other side of the river and since the beginning of time, the Richardsons and the Krays fought each other to get London all to themselves. You never met them but you heard a lot of things about them from the other members. You knew that they ruled the East End where they owned many clubs and that you didn’t want to be on their bad side because they were violent. “We need to do something boss.’’ A man said out loud which brought your attention back to the meeting. Another one spoke up. “Yeah, we need to go to their club and get revenge.’’ You were standing in the corner listening to everything that was happening in front of you. “Maybe it’s time that Y/n gets involve and shows them who the Richardsons are.’’ Charlie immediately turned around, his eyes landing on you. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head. He knew you were ready but he didn’t want to use his best asset just yet because if it didn’t work, he would have revealed you for nothing and you were his best chance at winning against the Krays. He took a puff of his cigarette before throwing it onto the floor and stepping on it. You could read in his face that he didn’t know what to do so you decided not to say anything and to let him decide of your fate. He chose not to send you yet and instead he sent his men which was a bad choice because everyday of the following week they would come back all beaten and bloody. “Don’t you think it’s time? They won’t survive if you keep sending them and soon enough, we’re going to lose.’’ He brought his cigarette close to his mouth. “Don’t you think that I fucking know that Y/n’’ he said while taking a long puff. You stood up angry. You were never going to win if he kept you hidden behind these walls. “Then why don’t you let me take care of it. You always say that you are keeping me as a last resort, well right now, I don’t think that you have any other choice.’’ He took another puff of his cigarette before letting out a small “Fine’’ under his breath. 

You spent the next three days working on a plan. You knew how to get close to the twins since they had no idea that you even existed but you had to find a place where you could meet them without being suspicious. You had your men following them so you could get as much informations about where they would be and what they were doing. You learned that they would be at their casino, Esmeralda’s Barn, on Friday night so you decided that it was your best option. It would be easier for you to blend in and get as close as possible to the Krays. 

It was finally the night of the casino and you were excited to go out even if it was only for business. You put on a red dress that showed some cleavage and that hugged your curves in all the right places. It had a slit on the left that ended in the middle of your thigh making your leg and your shoes visible. You wore red heels that matched your dress and the lipstick you applied to your lips. You tied your hair into a low bun and put on some earrings. You were proud of your appearance. You made sure that everything was in place before going downstairs where everybody was waiting for you. When you got there, you could hear whistling coming from the back. They all had their eyes glued on your figure. Charlie approached you and placed his hand on your back. “You look ravishing Y/n. Now, go on and make us proud.’’ You kissed his cheek and took the arm of the gangster that was driving you to the event.

 When you arrived, he opened your door and gave you a hand to help you step out of the vehicle. You locked your arm around his and made your way inside. “Where are they?’’ The man accompanying you locked his eyes on Reggie Kray and you followed his glare. Your eyes fell on the handsome man that was sitting at a poker table. You had seen pictures of Reg before but they were bad ones that didn’t show his beauty. He was playing with the coins he had in front of him while his other hand went to his slick hair trying to smooth it out perfectly. He was wearing a black suit, a bow tie and a white shirt that was tucked in his pants. His attire fitted his muscular body perfectly. “So, what’s the plan?’’ You turned rapidly towards the man that held your arm close to his. “I,hum, think that,hum,I’’, you lost your words completely when your eyes found Reggie once again. You turned around so you could stop staring at him and focus on the plan. “I’m gonna get close to Reggie and try to gain his trust. During that time, try to find Ron.’’ He nodded and the both of you went into separate directions. He was heading for the bar while you were making your ways towards Reggie Kray. You walked slowly so that he would notice you and he did. His blue eyes fell on you and you could feel your heart beating faster as they watched every move your body made while you were walking. He watched the way your hips swayed at every step you took and how the dress hugged your curves. How the slit would open making your leg apparent. How the hair falling from your bun would bounce and so would your breast. He watched every single detail of you and his eyes kept following you until you were sitting across from him at the table. Even then, Reggie didn’t look away. His stare created a fire inside your chest and you wanted throw yourself at him but you couldn’t. “Don’t think we had the pleasure to meet, right?’’ He lifted his brow trying to figure out if he had seen you somewhere before but he knew that he wouldn’t forget someone as beautiful as you. You smiled flirtatiously at him “Y/n’’. He smirked ‘’Reggie.’’ Your eyes dropped to the coins in front of you but you could still feel his eyes on you. When you lifted your head up, he gave you a wink which gave you goosebumps. You stayed and played until you knew that he would follow you if you went anywhere else. “It was nice playing with you all.’’ You smiled while locking eyes with Reggie and stood up. You turned around and started walking towards another table when you felt someone behind you. You turned around quickly which caused Reggie to bump into you. You lost your balance and were ready to fall on the ground but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and preventing your fall. You tried to get yourself steady by placing one hand on his chest and the other one on the shoulder of the arm he still had wrapped around you. He took his free hand and removed the strand of hair that was falling from your bun into your face, gently placing it behind your ear. Your eyes were locked with his and everything around you disappeared. His face was getting closer to yours and it started to be harder to breathe. His nose was now touching yours and before you two could kiss, someone called out for Reggie. His head dropped and a growl escaped his beautiful lips. He turned around facing the man that was standing behind him. “Don’t you fucking see that I’m entertaining the lady.’’ The unknown man looked embarrassed but he had to let the boss know about something important. “It better be fast mate. I have other things to take care of’’ he said looking at you. Reggie turned around, placing his hand on your hips. “Don’t go far because I intend to finish what we started, alright?’’ You lifted yourself on your toes and kissed his cheek. “Promise, I’ll stay close.’’ He chuckled softly before turning around and leaving you alone. 

You tried to find your accomplice in the packed room but there were too many people blocking your view so you decided to walk towards the bar, hoping he was still there. You didn’t find him but instead you found the other half to your handsome twin, Ronnie, staring at you. He looked like Reggie but you could still see the difference between them. Ronnie wore glasses and the way his suit fell on his body wasn’t the same as his brother. His face seemed larger and harder. You knew by looking at him that you shouldn’t get on his bad side because it could get ugly real fast. You sat next to him on a stool and waved at the bartender to bring you a beer. When he laid the cold beverage in front of you, you heard chuckles coming from the man sitting next to you. “How does a pretty lady right like yourself right takes such a manly drink.’’ You rolled your eyes at his comment before taking a sip. The liquid went down you throat and you smiled. You were raised by men around boys only so you often found yourself liking manly things one of them being beer. “I just love it what can I say.’’ You shrugged raising your shoulders before taking another sip. The corner of his lips raised a little in what appeared to be a smile but his face turned hard once again. “What’s your name?’’ he asked scanning your face, trying to find if he had seen you somewhere before but like his twin, he couldn’t find anything. You took another sip. “Don’t think we met, I’m Y/n’’ you told him slightly smiling. “Ronnie.’’ He brought his cigar close to his lips before taking a long breath and slowly releasing the smoke he held in his mouth. “What brings you here?’’ he asked his eyes not leaving your sight. You took yet another sip of your delicious drink. “I heard a lot about this place and thought I shall try it and see for myself.’’ He nodded at your answer. “What to do you think so far?’’ You smiled. “I love it.’’ He raised his glass in front of you and you slightly knocked the two glasses with each other. He liked the answers you had for him. 

Before he could ask you anything else, the door opened violently and Charlie's men barged in. You froze and tried avoiding eye contact with any one of them not wanting your identity to be revealed. You were just starting to get close to the Kray brothers and you had a lot more digging to do before going back to your gang. Ronnie grabbed your wrist with his large hand that swallowed it completely and pulled you close to him bringing you back to reality. Normally, he didn’t like woman and he hated them even more if they were after his brother but something was different with you and he couldn’t figure out why but he liked you. He approached his lips to your ear. “You see the door back there yeah?’’ You looked around trying to find it in all the chaos. When your eyes landed on it, you brought your head close to Ronnie once again and nodded. “It leads to the kitchen and the backstore. On your right, you’ll find another door. You take it yeah and you’re outside. Understood?’’ You nodded once again. “Thank you.’’ He released your wrist and you started making your way towards the door, avoiding anyone that was in your way. You pushed it and sneaked your body into the kitchen. You went to the right as quick as possible so that nobody could see you leaving. You pushed the other door and you were met with the cold air of the night. You brought your arms close to you so that you could try to get yourself warm. Your eyes were searching for a familiar face outside and they landed on Charlie. You ran to him. “What is your fucking problem!? I was handling it!’’ You slapped his cheek in anger. He sent you a death glare. “Yeah, by wanting to fuck them? That’s what you call handling it, Y/n, yeah, that’s not really it.’’ You gasped. What had he heard? You had to pretend that it was for the mission and not because your heart was screaming Reggie’s name. “If i want to get as close as possible to them, I have to do it that way. Otherwise, they won’t trust me and I won’t learn anything to bring them down.’’ He sighed, believing you. “Get into the car, I’m driving you home.’’ You opened the door and sat in the back. The ride was silent which was nice because you didn’t feel like talking. Reggie made his way in your thoughts and you couldn’t think about anything else. You couldn’t let yourself fall for the enemy, you had to fight the urge to be close to him but even with your best efforts, you couldn’t get yourself to forget about him. What the fuck were you going to do...?            

[iamkatehardy]

At Last ( Kray Twins x Reader)

Author’s Notes: Due to the positive feedback regarding Childhood Sweetheart, I decided to work on a fanfiction with the Krays. I wanted my blog to have a little more diversity, instead of focusing only on Chaos.

I hope you enjoy this fanfic, leave your feedback, since it will keep me motivated to write, and your opinions will help me to improve my writing!

Warnings: Violence

Chapter 1

In the early-to-mid 1960s, Krays’ legacy in London was something no one could be indifferent to. Rumor had it that they were gangsters, but they kept a low profile most of the time, especially Reginald, who was extremely thoughtful and balanced, contrarily Ronald, who was much more impetuous, impatient and impulsive.

You were kind of fed up with the life you were having in London. You could have had a career in music, followed your dream and share your life with someone who cared for you, but you were stuck in a rigid arranged marriage you didn’t even want in the first place. As if this wasn’t enough, your husband had drinking problems lately, and anger issues, something no one would want to witness. In the first times he was kind, he took you out and made some effort to keep you happy, but that was only until you both moved to London, away from your family, friends and everyone you knew, where he could reveal his true self.

He forbade you to sing, to teach or to go out at all, unless he wanted to show you to the high society, as a trophy. That was not the worst part, he soon started beating you up violently, and it became more and more frequent. H had never touch your face though, he thought it was too beautiful to damage; the only reasons why he married you were your good family name and the fact you were the most beautiful, delicate woman he had ever seen, almost divine like, he liked to display you and brag about it.

Soon came the day he changed his mind. His life couldn’t be only parties and spending, but he only realized that as he was getting broke. When you suggested you could go back to work, he snapped at you, unleashing all of his anger and frustration, mixed with alcohol. He gave you a severe beating, and when you begged him to stop, he did it : for the first time he hit your face.

That was the day you decided you wouldn’t put up with it anymore, otherwise you’d end up dead. No more rape, no more beating, no more living hell. You just stood still, as if you had passed out, hoping that would make him stop beating you. He did, he left home, maybe for a drink, or hoping you’d wake up, so that he could finish his job, seeing and enjoying the panic in your eyes.

As soon as he left, you packed your things fast, and then dialed the number of a friend, telling him you were in danger and needed his help. He came to get you, taking you to a house you had bought with what was left of your parents’ money, on your friend’s name, so that it wouldn’t be suspicious on your husband’s eyes.

Your friend, Arthur, was a doctor, so he took care of your wounds and bruises. Tears were streaming down your face, but not because of the physical pain.

“(Y/N), you know he’ll stop at nothing, I’m sorry to tell you, but he’ll hunt you down, until Hell if it’s needed.”

“I… I know. I’ll just let the dust to settle for a while, maybe he gives up and I’ll be safe.”

“There’s one way you could be safe.”

“How?” – You asked, with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“Look, I work for these guys, the Krays, you must have heard about them. They are not the guys you want to mess with. I only do occasional services, but one thing I know, no one is crazy enough to go after someone under their protection, that’s a death wish.”

“And why would they protect me? I’m a nobody, Arthur!”

“Don’t mention I’ve sent you, but maybe you could look for a job in one of the cubs they use as window dressing. I don’t know, one of them actually has a heart. Inside the club you won’t have any trouble, and outside, well, they have eyes everywhere, they will know how you’re doing, and act in case it’s needed.”

“I..” – You sighed, uncertain if that was a good plan.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it (Y/N)?”

“Well, no…” – You paced around the room, biting your nails nervously. – “I’ll do it. I just need to look human again, before I do.” – You stopped in front of the mirror, looking for the first time at wat your husband had made to you.

“You know my number, call me anytime… I’ll leave the club’s address here.” – He wrote it down in a piece of paper, which he left over the table. – “ Just take care (Y/N).  You have to be cautious. I’ll come back here every day, to check on you, and bring whatever you may need, ok?”

“Thank you, Arthur; I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.”

He enveloped you in his arms, and kissed the top of your head.

“Hey! That’s what friends are for! See you tomorrow.” – He walked out the door and you quickly locked it, terrorized anyone would come for you.

You leaned your back against the door and took a deep breath, trying to internalize your new reality. After a while you walked to the table, taking the paper in your hands.

“I just hope this works.”

A few days passed. You knew your husband was looking for you like crazy, but so far he hadn’t found you, so you were peaceful. It was time to follow Arthur’s advice and look for the Krays.

The sun had just set, nighttime was the only time you could do anything that involved leaving your house , that was when your husband didn’t expect you to be out. You walked to Krays’ club, which wasn’t open yet, so maybe it was the perfect time to talk to the Krays.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked. You got no answer, but the light inside was on, so you knew someone was inside. You knocked harder.

“We’re closed” – Said a deep voice, expressing annoyance.

“I know Sir, and I’m terribly sorry for bothering. I was wondering if perhaps I could have a word with Mr. Kray.” – Yu anxiously bit your lip, waiting for an answer.

A tall, broad man opened the door, smoking a cigar and thoroughly examining you.

“And what exactly would you want from Mr. Kray?” – He looked at you over his glasses, with his piercing blue eyes. If the goal was to intimidate you, he was doing just great. You cleared your throat.

“Well, you have one of the busiest clubs in London, so I wondered if Mr. Kray needed workers..”

“You wonder a lot, don’t you?” – He blew a cloud of smoke out of his lips. – “I’m Mr. Kray, and I say we have no jobs for women here, miss.”

Reggie came out of his office; curious about whom the hell was Ronnie talking to.

“Listen, Mr. Kray, I can do anything, if not handling your correspondence, I can cook , or maybe household cleaning, anything, really… I just really need a job.” – You plead.

“How about no?” – Ron didn’t quite enjoy women around, he thought they were trouble. Plus they only paid attention to Reggie, and they stole Reggie’s attention from him.

“Ron, mate? I’ll handle this…” – Reggie came forward, taking your hand and kissing it gently. – “I’m sorry about my brother, miss…?”

“(Y/N).” – You gave him a faint smile, this one had to be the one with a heart, as Arthur mentioned.

“Alright miss (Y/N), come in, let’s have a seat, it’s cold out there!” – He waved his arm, showing you the way. He could tell you weren’t a girl who he would offer a job doing household cleaning. You looked elegant, hair and makeup on point, a sophisticated dress… Noticing a light bruise across your cheek, and many others in your wrists, he wondered in what trouble were you in. A girl like you, this desperate for a job, probably was in serious trouble, so he would keep a close eye on you. – “ Please, have a seat , darling.” – He smiled and sat down.

“Thank you.” – You sat down, gracefully crossing your legs; he could tell you were well-mannered.

“So, what brings you here?” – He asked, curious.

“I’m just looking for a job, whatever it is.”

“Hmm, I heard that part, but why here?” – He studied you.

You untucked the hair behind your ear, so that it would fall over your face and cover your bruise, as you noticed Reggie was staring at it.

“Do you think there are many places in London that offer women a job? There aren’t… I want my independence back, I know I can thrive if I work hard enough…”

He lighted a cigarette, analyzing you.

“Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Kray, you rule this town, or most part of it, if you can’t help me, no one else can.” – You vented.

He felt you were being honest, so he just smiled.

“Look at you, miss (Y/N), I can’t just make you scrub floors, can I?”

“Well, if that’s what you have available, I can start now, I will gladly do it. I fear no form of work.” – You smiled back.

“Hmm…” – Reggie nodded.

“Reggie, this is a bad idea.” – Ron told him, just loud enough for you to hear him and notice you were unwanted.

“Ron, let me think, brother.” – He turned back to face you. – “Miss (Y/N), how much do you know about spirituous beverages?”

“A whole lot actually, Mr. Kray. And if there is anything I don’t know, and you think I should, I promise I’ll try to learn it a soon as possible.” – You put your hands on your knees, speaking assertively.

“I like that. I like your attitude. You had a really nice approach. I can see you are courteous and friendly, maybe you could help in the bar, in the busiest nights? I’m sure you are talented to deal with clients, and hopefully with drinks too!” – He slid his finger across his full lips, giving you a friendly smile.

“I…” – You stuttered, in disbelief, because it was too good to be true. “ Thank you so much Mr. Kray!”

“Please, call me Reginald, Mr. Kray sounds as if I was 60...” – He made a face.

“I can’t thank you enough Mr. K…” – You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and laughing. - “Reginald! Sorry! So, when do you want me to start?”

“Tonight is Friday. Fridays are usually busy, so you can start tonight, if you agree, to see how you do, and if you like it. Would you like that?”

“Absolutely, it would be perfect!” – You smiled with your lips, and with your bright eyes as well.

Reggie introduced you to your coworkers, who promptly taught you how things worked, and your first night went smoothly. The costumers weren’t used to see a girl working there at first, but they were easily conquered by how kind and considerate you were, always serving them with a smile, making suggestions they loved and working real hard to keep everyone pleased.

A few days passed, Reggie couldn’t be happier he hired you, you were hard-worker, and your motivation and constant smile were simply contagious. You were happy to work there too, and even Ron, who was usually grumpy, softened, allowing you to call him by his first name. They made sure you made it safely home every night.

Working at the club was exhausting, but you loved it, and even stayed longer than you needed, most of times. Plus it had music, which was something that made it even more pleasant to work there.

Saturday night, the club had been crowded, so it meant working until later than usual. After the last client left, you told the other bartender you’d stay and tidy everything. He had a family waiting for him, and you didn’t, so you didn’t mind staying late, even when it was his turn to do so. As you finished putting everything in place, Ron walked from his usual table to the bar.

“Goodnight Sir, what can I do for you in this fine evening?” – You giggled, joking.

“Scotch on the rocks, as usual.”

“Well, let me suggest you this triple distilled single malt scotch that just arrived! Oh, and neat, so that you can enjoy it properly, feel every flavor. “

He looked at you over his glasses, you knew he liked routines.

“Ronald, I am 200% sure you will love it, if you give it a chance!” – You poured his drink, putting it on the counter. – “Oh! Wait, I found these in a store near my house, and I figured you’d like them.” – You searched in your belongings, taking a box of cigars. – “I’ve been told these are the finest Cuban Cigars, tell me what you think.” – You delivered him the glass and the cigars, and he went to his usual table, enjoying them, even if he wouldn’t admit. You smiled, knowing he did.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Ron?” – You turned your attention to him.

“Come here, I want you to entertain me.”

“I’m not sure I understand...” – You narrowed your eyes.

“What hidden talents do you have? Making drinks is one of them, but there must be a hidden one…” – He played with the whiskey in his glass.

“And what makes you think that?” – You walked to his table, smiling, then took a sip of his drink, which warmed you the inside.

“Women are full of mysteries and surprised.”

“Oh, are we?” – You laughed.

“Yes, usually bad ones. But I trust you’re not a bad surprise.”

“That was a hasty, wrong generalization Mr. Kray, and I’ll prove you wrong. May I?” – You pointed to the stage. Ron nodded, giving you a silent permission.

You stepped onto the stage, sitting by the piano and playing some random keys, it had been a long time since you played one. Ron shook his head at how disgraceful you seemed to be.

“Alright, let’s do this then.” – You started playing for real, better than he thought you could. His eyes were stuck on you now. You caught him looking, and knowing you had his attention you smiled, and started singing.

Ron loved music, and as soon as he heard your voice he was absolutely spellbound, he had no idea you had such talent.

You were amazing. Pure, powerful, capable of bringing to life  whatever feeling the song was meant to convey, this was how your voice was. You had the talent and the attitude. He asked you to entertain him and you were doing it.

Reggie came out of his office, when he listened to the unusual music. He stood near the bar, bewildered. Every vibrato of your voice gave him chills.

You weren’t aware of their reaction, because you were having a great time, enjoying every second, every note, and every word. You only realized when you finished.

“If you had told me you were a singer, I’d have offered you a more suitable job. Wow.” – Reggie told you, watching from across the room.

“I am not, not anymore…” – You smiled, briefly glancing at him.

“Well, you could be. You should be. You should really consider retaking that life, darling. I am sure you’d mesmerize everyone in the club, just as you did with me… Us.”

“Yeah, that was good.” – Coming from Ron, this kind of was a compliment, the biggest you’d get.

“I think you would be quite a headline act for the club’s birthday, we need something new, and you’d be a blast! And as a test, maybe you could do a performance, I don’t know, next Saturday? What do you say?”~

You got off the stage, going straight to Reggie and hugging him tight, not containing your happiness. You laughed happily, and even if there were no words, Reggie knew your answer. You’d be back, at last.

[mostly-imagines]

Characters I Take Requests For

These are not all of the characters I write for in general, but these are the ones I’ll accept requests for right now

(I’m open to suggestions for other characters!)

don’t let the fact that i haven’t written anything for most of these characters stop you from requesting if you want to lmao

A

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf)

B

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Bruce Wayne (DC)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

C

Carrie White (Carrie)

Clark Kent (DC)

Cora Hale (Teen Wolf) 

D

Damon Salvatore (Vampire Diaries)

David (The Lost Boys)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Dick Grayson (DC)

Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Dwayne (The Lost Boys)

E

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Eric Coulter (Divergent)

Ethan Wate (Beautiful Creatures)

F

Frank Castle (Daredevil, The Punisher)

G

Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead)

H

Harley Quinn (DC)

I

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

J

Jake Lockley (Moon Knight)

James Potter (Harry Potter)

Jason Todd (DC)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)

Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

Jessica Jones (Marvel)

Jim Kirk (Star Trek)

K

Kai Parker (Vampire Diaries)

Kira Yukimura (Teen Wolf)

Klaus Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/Originals)

Kol Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/Originals)

L

Lena Duchannes (Beautiful Creatures)

Lexa (The 100)

Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

M

Malia Tate (Teen Wolf)

Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Marko (The Lost Boys)

Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Michael Gray (Peaky Blinders)

Mickey Altieri (Scream)

N

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

O

P

Paul (The Lost Boys)

Pietro Maximoff (Marvel)

Peter Parker (Marvel)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Poison Ivy (DC)

Q

R

Raphael Santiago (Shadowhunters)

Rebekah Mikaelson (Vampire Diaries/Originals)

Reggie Kray (Legend)

Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Rosalie Hale (Twilight)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

S

Selina Kyle (DC)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Stefan Salvatore (Vampire Diaries)

Stiles Stilinski  (Teen Wolf)

Stu Macher (Scream)

T

Thor Odinson (Marvel) 

Tobias Eaton (Divergent)

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

U

V

Valkyrie (Marvel)

Victoria (Twilight)

W

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel)

X

Y

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Z

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Mind if I have a crack?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x fem!reader

Summary: I’ve got a date…

Warnings: shouting!!!(Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You heard a knock at the door, “Y/n! Open the do’or!” Dolly shouted and you huffed.

You rolled your eyes at her demands before opening the door and smiled when you saw Reggie.

“Hi” you giggled and he smiled

“ello’ good morning y/n/n” he smiled down at you.

“What do ya need Reginald?” You teased as you sucked on your jolly rancher.

“Oh not much, just waiting for your brother” Reggie said as he looked in your eyes.

“Johnny!” You yelled and heard the upstairs window open “I’ll be half a minute reg!” Johnny shouted down.

“Did something happen?” You asked and he nodded.

“Mind if I have a crack?” He said and you smiled handing him the jolly rancher from your mouth.

He took it into his and you could hear it crack.

“You’re not supposed to chew it!” You giggled and he smiled.

“No? Then how am I supposed to be to the best bit?” He grinned and you giggled.

“By being patient”

“Will you go out with me?” Reggie asked you and you was taken off guard, you had always spoken and flirted but he’s never asked you out before.

“I’ll go easy on him if you do..” Reggie said gesturing to Johnny and you shook your head.

“Not for that reason” you smiled up at him and played with his tie.

“Y/n? What are you doin? I told you to go get the kids dressed” dolly huffed and Johnny interrupted her “leave her alone Doreen” Johnny said making her bite her tongue.

Johnny put his coat on and gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving with reg.

“Tomorrow?” Reggie asked you and you nodded before shutting the door and going back upstairs.

“Oi, What was that about?” Johnny asked reg and he shrugged.

“I’ve got a date” Reggie said and Johnny paused.

“Whatever you do, you better not hurt her” Johnny said and Reggie nodded

“I won’t, where have you been keeping her?” He asked and Johnny sighed.

“She’s uh- fragile reg”

“I won’t hurt her john, I can swear by that” Reggie swore as he got in the car with John.

[beah388love]

Nieces and Nephews

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: You introduce Reggie to your nieces and nephews

Warnings: swearing,shouting,smoking,cigarettes!!!(Please tell me if missed any!!!)

"Oi! Reg? You comin?" Albie asked gesturing to the car,

"Nah I'm gonna walk it's a lovely day for it" reg said as  he walked up the road, a bouquet of flowers in hand, he walked up to your door and sighed as he knocked on the red door.

"Put that down! God who is it now!" Dolly groaned as she told off tony,

She opened the door and sighed when she saw Reggie.

"What is it reg?" She somewhat spat

"I'm here to see Y/n?" He responded and she scoffed.

"Y/N! Krays here for ya!" She shouted up the stairs.

"Alright! Alright I'm comin" you spoke as you came down the stairs with, a baby girl in one arm and another in the other.

Reggie gave her a smile, your face lightening up when you saw him.

You walked over with your nieces on your hips.

“These are for you…” he smiled handing you flowers and you gasped “thank you Reggie they’re beautiful!” You smiled as you put them in a glass.

“Ooooh” harlie giggled as she peeked out from the door.

"Who are these?" Reggie smiled at the little girls and they giggled.

"This is Janie,lou Lou and Flo!" You giggled at her.

"What are ya doin here reg?" You asked smiling up at him.

"I was uh- wondering if you wanted to go down to the field with me?" He asked and you thought about it for a minute.

"Well, uh- I'm actually looking after all of my nieces and nephews today..and there are a lot.." you sighed but you nodded.

"Y'know what sure..D’ya mind helping me get em ready?" You asked hesitantly and he nodded.

“How many?” Reggie asked as he walked into your house for the first time.

“Uh- nine boys and seven girls so uh…sixteen in total” you said as you walked into the livingroom, Reggie following you.

“Sixteen kids.” Reggie grabbed your wrist looking you in the eyes waiting for you to admit you was joking.

“Yup” you smiled popping the p.

“And you look after them every day?” He asked you shocked.

“Uh yeah- I basically babysit all day every day unless I’m out with you or working at the club” you smiled and he nodded still shocked.

“Who looks after them while you’re gone?”

“Oh um, well the older boys will look after them for a couple hours or Dolly will” you said and Tommy butted in “yeah and she is a bitc-“

You cut him off with a pointed finger “don’t finish that sentence” Tommy grinned

“Tom,Joey grab the buggy please” you asked and they nodded as they lazily got up and got them ready.

“Where are we going today auntieeeee y/n/n” Harlie exclaimed excitedly as she played with her cards.

“Down to the field” you smiled as you picked up lou Lou and put her in the pram along with Flo.

“Right….everyone line up!” You shouted and they all lined up in the livingroom, one little girl bumping into reg.

“Sorry Mister” she said and reg smiled “don’t worry about it little miss” he replied making her smile as she walked off.

You began counting and once everyone was there you left the house.

“Right it’s gonna be a little busy today so stay by me and Reggie Kay?” You asked and they all nodded.

“Oi! Put that out!” You huffed to Tommy waving the smoke from his cigarette out.

“You let me smoke before” he groaned and you nodded, “yes I don’t mind you smokin! Just not around the little ones” you said and he nodded as he put the fag out.

“Are you a gangster?” Charlie asked and tony ran away and held your hand looking at reg sheepishly.

“No im a club owner” Reggie said with a little grin.

“Are you our new uncle?” Marty asked making you gasp.

“Marty! Don’t ask that” you said and she shrugged

“what?”

“Well…” Reggie was cut off by another kid “are you rich?” He asked and he shook his head stifling a laugh.

You were walking up the quiet road and you couldn’t help but giggle, especial when you saw maggie holding his hand as you crossed the road.

Once you got to the field all of you played games together,

Reggie played football with the older boys whilst you played eye spy with the younger kids.

Reggie was even giving them all piggyback rides, leaving him an out of breath mess afterwards making you laugh.

To cut it short it was an amazing day and Reggie was the kids “new uncle…”

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Over Protective Brothers…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Times where my brothers were protective of me especially with Reggie or Ronnie.

Warnings: Swearing,allergies,gang,mention of gun!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Times where my brothers were protective of me especially with Reggie or Ronnie.

——

Reggie knocked at the door.

My brother, Billy answered the door.

He stiffened when he saw Reggie. They hadn't been introduced yet, they had only met once at a club and didn't speak one on one with one another.

"Yeah?" Billy spoke and Reggie smiled.

"I'm uh- here for y/n? Is she in?" Reggie asked and Billy didn't answer.

"Right..well-" reggie got cut off by Billy.

"Where are you going with her?" Billy asked

"Just down to my club the uh- Esmeralda" reggie said and Billy didn't move an inch or show any emotion.

"What're y'a gonna do?" Billy spoke lowly.

"Just have a drink and talk y'know a date" reggie smiled but didn't get one back.

"What's that?" Billy said as he pointed to Reggie's blazer pocket that had a light outline of a gun.

"Oh-uh this?" Reggie awkwardly chuckled knowing billy saw the gun. He pulled out a fag from his pocket.

"No.the gun." Billy spoke threateningly.

"I-uh" reggie stuttered and didn't have any excuses.

"Give it" billy demanded and Reggie shook his head.

"It's for protection, y'know your a gangster too aren't y'a" reggie said and billy sighed.

"Yeah I am, but I'm not letting my sister go out with a fucking gun, a gangster but not a gun" billy stated.

Reggie handed Billy the gun and Billy gave him a fake smile.

Reggie gave one back.

"Billy? Is it Reggie?" You asked him and he nodded.

"If your not back by nine thirty, I'll kill him" Billy stated to you and you nodded with a smile.

"I know. I'll be back by nine" you smiled and left the door holding Reggie's hand.

"I don't think he likes me" reggie chuckled and you laughed.

"I don't know, he didn't even talk to my other boyfriends" you giggled and Reggie smirked.

"Other boyfriends aye?" Reggie teased and you blushed.

"They were all dicks though" you sighed.

——

Ronnie knocked at the door.

I opened it and was about to leave but my younger brother George stopped me.

I had only recently introduced my brothers to Reggie and Ronnie, although they knew them lightly from the ‘underworld’ .

"Y/n/n?" George said as he stopped me from leaving.

"Yes Georgie what's wrong?" I asked and he gave ron a confused look.

"Where're y'a goin?" Georgie asked me.

"I'm goin down to Carpenters Arms with the twins" I said and he nodded stiffly but lightly.

"When are y'a coming back?" George asked me and I smiled.

"About nine-ish" I said and he nodded.

"Be safe, love ya" Georgie smiled but didn't smile at Ron.

"I will Georgie, I love ya too" I smiled and left with Ron to the bar.

——

Reggie knocked on the door.

"Who's that?" Johnny asked dolly and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Reg?" Johnny said as he opened the door and he smiled.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What're you doing here?"

"I uh- I'm takin bee out on a date" Reggie smiled and Johnny nodded

"Oi! Bee!" Johnny yelled up the stairs.

"I'm comin" you replied as you walked down the stairs.

Reggie smiled when he saw you.

"Hey reg..." you smiled up at him blushing.

"These are for you" Reggie stammered as he held the flowers out to you and Johnny pushed you back.

"Woah! Are those gladiolus?" Johnny asked as he held the flowers away from you.

"Uh- yeah I think so why?" Reggie asked worried and confused.

"She's allergic!" Johnny said quickly and chucked them away.

"Shit...I didn't mean to- I didn't know I'm sorry" Reggie said running his hand through his hair and you giggled.

"It's alright reg...i do puff up like a pufferfish though" you giggled making him laugh.

"God..is there anything else I should know?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Johnny I'm leaving now!" You shouted and he walked back to you.

"Be back before eleven yeah? Have a good time love ya" he said giving you a kiss on the head before you left and shut the door.

"I'm scared to give you anything now.." Reggie chuckled and you giggled.

"I'm fine reg! I'm only allergic to them nothing else, don't worry" you reassured him.

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Am I In love with a gangster?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

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

Summary: are you in love with a gangster?

Warnings: smoking,bad langauge,cigarettes!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was walking down the road with your nieces and nephews.

“Reggie!” Maggie smiled as she pointed to him across the road, catching his and yours attention.

“Ello.” Reggie smiled as he walked over to you all.

“Hey reg” you blushed and he smiled as he looked down at you.

“I uh- I’ve got somefink for you.” Reggie said as he dug into his pocket. Pulling out a bag of your favourite sweets.

“Reg! You didn’t have to- thank you” you smiled giving him a peck on the cheek making him smile.

He scratched his nose “you deserve it, I’ll see you lot later yeah?” He asked and you nodded, “bye Reggie!” Maggie smiled as she blew him a kiss bye making him chuckle.

“Are you dating him?” Tommy asked you and you shook your head.

“God no- he’s not interested in me..” you said handing some of the sweets to Maggie and Jay.

“Bee, no man just buys a woman gifts” Tommy said to you as Joey nodded.

“Yeah, Ya Dont do that unless you really like someone”

“You blushinnnngg! Your in looove!” Maggie giggled pointing to your now pink face.

“Am I in love with a gangster?” You asked yourself in your head.

And without you knowing, Reggie heard everything.

———

Reggie was walking down the road when he heard someone shout behind him.

“Oi! Reg?” Joey said loudly gesturing for him to come over.

Him and Tommy were smoking as they leant against the brick wall.

“Ello’ what’re you doin out here?” Reggie asked them and Tommy blew out a cloud of smoke in his face.

“We’re waiting for bee” joey said as he looked behind him when on perfect timing you walked out of the shop.

“C’mon Freddie- oh. Reggie! What ar’ you doin here?” You asked giving him a smile.

“Oh just goin on a walk…” Reggie said but Tommy scoffed.

Freddie began crying since he dropped his toy in the shop so you sighed “hang on I’ll be back in a sec…”

You walked back into the shop and Tommy glared at reg.

“You alright.” Reggie asked him and he squinted his eyes harder.

“Where are you goin after this then?” Reggie asked Joey and he shrugged.

“Probably-“

“Don’t talk to him Joey.” Tommy cut him off harshly looking at reg.

“You don’t like me do ya? Why?” Reggie asked and Tommy scoffed.

“I don’t trust you that’s why. She’s naive and gullible and one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.”

“I know that’s why-“ Reggie was cut off by Tommy.

“I don’t care! I just want to warn you, you better not hurt her.” Tommy spat chucking his cigarette on the floor.

“Bee! We’ve gotta go” he said and she nodded picking up Freddie and his toy and leaving with them.

“Bye reg!” You smiled as you walked away and he was stood there watching you all walk away.

“What was that about?” Joey nudged tommys arm and he shrugged.

“I don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Neither do I. But I think he really likes her and she really likes him. Give him a chance.” Joey said and Tommy shrugged again.

“Fine.”