#Reggie kray fic

[beah388love]

Silent Treatment

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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

Summary:Reggie accidentally hurts you…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n- I-“ Reggie stuttered

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

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

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

“Fuck sake Ron!” Reggie shouted

“Im very sorry.” Ron said and reg nodded

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

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

“Yes. She’s gone mate.” Reggie sighed

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

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

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

Run in down the road to find you.

Fuck it was late, there were weirdos about.

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

———

The next morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t reply.

You were beyond pissed and he knew it.

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

You was so mad you didn’t even yell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he still followed after you.

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

You headed towards your house door and quickly knocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy shut the door and hurried to your bedroom.

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

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

“Talk to me?” He said and you nodded

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

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

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

You never broke pinky promises.

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

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

You gently pulled your sleeve up and he sighed again.

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

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

“Ronnie and Johnny are not gonna like this.”

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

———

The next day.

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

The house was empty besides you.

You opened the door sucking in a breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you smiled into his chest.

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

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

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

“Yeah I’m already planning that..”

Your brothers forgave him with a last warning.

And Tommy and Reggie grew a little bit closer.

[hecatemoon87]

Nature Documentary: Tom Hardy Characters

Leo Demidov

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

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

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

Freddie Jackson

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

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

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

Alfie Solomons

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

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

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

Eddie Brock

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

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

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

Ian Eames

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

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

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

James Delaney

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

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

Reggie Kray

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

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

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

[wandawiccan60]

"That's A Wrap!!!"

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

***LIT SMUT***

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

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

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Word Count: 4,520

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters as Writers

TH Masterlist

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

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

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

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

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

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

Right?

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

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

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

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

Or are they?

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

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

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

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

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

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

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

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

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

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

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

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

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

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

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

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

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

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

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

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

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

Two little treasures I found;

[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. 

[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.”

[queenie-writes-shit]

Then He Kissed Me (Reggie Kray/Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he kissed me.

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

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

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

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

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

The door jingled as one of his men walked in.

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

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

[uhhhemilyrose]

A Dangerous Game

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

Chapter 1

This night was her night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you so much for reading. Once more, if there’s any kind of feedback you could give me, it would 100% be very much appreciated! 

[flysafepapi]

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

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

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

[beah388love]

So Over Protective

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

You pushed past him and slammed the door shut.

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

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

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

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

"No!"

Reggie looked at you confused and opened the door anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And watched him as he scrambled away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Occasionally giving himself some.

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

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

God he could’ve killed that man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait to meet em doll”

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

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

“What is it with you and my voice?”

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

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

[ohhey1293]

Take Me To Church (0)

A/N: Hello Tumblr world! 

Warning: Language

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t always like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you gonna say anything?”  


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

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

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

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

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

Silence took over once again.

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

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

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

“Don’t let her catch you off guard.”

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

“Don’t let her get you first.”

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

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

“Earth to Mac.”

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

“Stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, follow me.”

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

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

“Please have a seat.”

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

“Shall we get started?”

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🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

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To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

***SMUT***

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

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

ONE-SHOT/DRABBLES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,645

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

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

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

“With Love, Reggie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fightmewiatch]

Consumed

Pairing: Reggie Kray (Legend) x Reader  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Awright, luv, I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You hurt my heart, Reggie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[alikaheroes]

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.

I LOOOOVE this request, thank you!

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[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

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

Warnings: SMUTTY! threesome smut with the kray twins

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

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

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

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

The lights flipped on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her cunt is unbelievably sweet." Ron spoke.

"I know." Reggie's jaw clenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! Of course not!" I huffed.

Ron hid his disappointment

Reg smirked.

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

Ron perked up

Reg's eyebrows furrowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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