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alikaheroes · 2 years

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The Ride (NSFW)

Request: Hello lovely, can I request a Eddie Brock smut, where Eddie and reader and some friends are out exploring the night life when it's time to go home, Eddie's bike gives up and the other guys can't find a cab that late so we're all stuffed into one car so we have to adjust and ladies have to sit on laps and it's all funn, music's loud, jokes. And then the reader feels Eddie's erection underneath her. P.S Eddie always had hots for the reader but never told her...

Take it from there <3

Warnings: NSFW Smut below cut, 18+ readers only, please

The flashing lights and pounding music echoed through the walls of the club as you were standing in the parking lot. Your friend, Eddie Brock hopped on his bike and tried to start it, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, the guys tried to call a taxi but with it being a Saturday night in San Francisco, the wait would be far too long.

"Man, I really don't want to call an Uber. They're gonna be like $200 tonight or some crap." Jason huffed. Eddie shrugged.

"I gotta call someone to tow my bike so I can get it fixed tomorrow. Besides, an Uber might be fun with all of us. We're already riled up so it can add more to this already crazy ass night!"

"Yeah!!" you chimed in, pressing down your skirt. "I just wanna get home and change and have some bath bombs!"

"Ooooh, nakey time, huh?" Eddie joked. You flipped him off, smirking, and the others all laughed.

"Please!" Sarah, one of the other friends added in. "It's pure Heaven to take a bath bomb!"

"Well while you’re all yapping about bath bombs, our ride is here! It's not that expensive, but we all gotta squeeze in. Ladies, sit on the guys' laps!" Jason cried out, right as the silver Toyota pulled up. There were 3 guys and 3 girls. The guys crammed inside as the girls sat on top of random guys.

Eddie, however, began to feel his heart race. You were sitting on top of him, and while he always loved to joke around with you, unknown to you at the time, he always had the hots for you. He felt you were gorgeous, funny, smart, and just a great friend. You met at work a few years ago where you were an intern then became a full fledged staff writer. He admired how smart you were and how you were always able to match his wit.

Soon the car began rolling.

"Ah you fellas out clubbing I see?" the Uber driver asked. "How about some of this?"

He turned on the radio and began playing some dance music. Loud. It suddenly became a party in the back seat. The girls...well, began wiggling their asses and the guys started dancing along as well.

"Oooh it's getting hot in herrrre" Jason sang to the tune of Nelly's song, completely off beat with the EDM music the driver was playing.

"You're so crazy, Jason!" Sarah, who was sitting on his lap, said, as she tried to make up her own lyrics to go with the EDM. Jokes were flying everywhere but Eddie was having a hard time concentrating.

You were sitting on him and you weren't just wiggling your ass--it felt like you were grinding into him. And Eddie was getting incredibly turned on by it. He felt himself getting hard and tried to move a bit away from you, but you kept grinding even harder. You knew what was going on. Suddenly, Eddie's heart almost stopped when he felt you reach down and grab him through his pants.

By now he had a full erection and you looked over at Eddie. He tried to look away but he couldn't resist feeling your stare.

"I'm sooo sorry, I got excited and---"

You cut him off, smiling.

"Oh, I can tell!" you just smiled at him, continuing to grind into him. Eddie was confused as to what you were doing.

"All right, take care!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the Uber driver pulled up at the apartment. Everyone got out the car and left, Eddie and you being the last ones to leave.

You lived on the same floor and quietly walked into the building. The others said their goodbyes and went into the elevator, but Eddie didn't even process what was happening with them. Their elevator left just as another one opened. You walked into it and he followed behind.

The minute the doors closed, you grabbed Eddie's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. It became passionate incredibly fast, your tongues dancing as if you'd been lovers for years. Suddenly, Eddie pulled away.

"Y/N....?" he whispered.

The bell of the elevator rang as you came to your floor and the doors opened.

"Come on!" you smiled, motioning your finger for him to follow you.

"To...?" Eddie asked.

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bubblyani · 5 years

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Excuses

(Reggie Kray x Reader)

A Reggie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature (18+)

Anon Request -Hello! I was wondering if I could request something w/ Reggie Kray. I was hoping you could do something where the reader is basically best friends with Ron but has been secretly dating Reggie for a while and after some time Ron gets curious as to why they both disappear from time to time and kind of walks in on them making out or something then after that day Ron always pokes fun at their relationship whenever he can? You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to but thank you if you do😊💙

Author’s Note: I really hope I did the request justice. Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it as always. Gave me an excuse to delve into the Legend OST too which was fun. Enjoy!

“So Y/N…”

You stood there before him, nervous yet impatient. Nothing seemed more important than to hear what else he had to say. Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity.

Was it possible that you were about to face the ruin of everything?

You wished you knew.

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(2 days ago)

“ I can see it now. You ...him...with a bunch of rugrats running around the house”

You chuckled, “What have you been smoking Ronnie Kray?”

The E.Pellicci, the pub where the Firm occupied, the place where you worked, and the place where conversations like this was not of the rarity. Chewing down his lunch, Ronnie pointed his jeweled index finger at you.

“I’m telling you...David, he seems right up your fuckin street”

Ronnie Kray may be many things, a Kray twin, a gangster, a possible madman, a loving son and surprisingly your best friend, but a matchmaker? Most definitely not. At least not in your eyes.

With eyebrows furrowed, you had a hard time trying to suppress your amused laughter as he continued to rave about a nice chap he met the night before.

“Well...” you began, with your hands on your hips, “...given how much you’re fond of him, I’d say you’re a lucky lady” you said, ending with giggles before you started to wipe the table next to him.

“I told you I’m a giver, not a receiver” Ronnie said through gritted teeth, “I’m no fuckin faggot” he disliked being teased.

“True...you’re not” you replied, looking at him, “You just like fucking them instead” you added, with a wink. The man behind the bar let out a soft chuckle.

“Getting feisty isn’t she, this one?” He said. Shaking your head, you laughed.

“Hehehe...Thank you, Big Charlie” you said, looking over at your boss.

“The fucking point is, right, is you didn’t show up on Thursday night” Ronnie said, not letting the matter go “Where were you?”

You didn’t know whether he really did hope for your company. Nevertheless, you were touched he cared enough to inquire.

“One of my friends...” you said, leaning against a table “She was...” pausing, you continued, “...in trouble”

“Well, you could’ve just told us...” Ronnie replied, “Big Pat could have taken care of it” he said, indicating the tall, strong man that stood by the door.

“Yeah, well as much as I love Big Pat...” you turned to him whilst wiping your hands with your apron, “ I don’t think this was the kind of help he could give” your voice turned soft as a whisper.

“Message received love” Big Pat smiled as he nodded slightly. You nodded back in kind. “Well I’m sure David will come by tonight to Esmeralda's...Oi Reg!” Ronnie cried out as his brother Reginald Kray entered the pub.

“Yeah well I’m not sure if I’m up for it” you said, “Would you like something Reggie?” You asked, turning to him.

“Just coffee, thanks love” he said, making himself comfortable sitting opposite his brother. Ronnie groaned in disappointment, watching you grab the coffee pot.

“Ah, don’t be such a miserable cunt now”

“Easy there, mate” Reggie interrupted him with an extended arm “Don’t need to go that far”

Chuckling, you walked over to them, “And that’s why you need to be more like Reggie here...”you addressed Ronnie, as you placed the cup of coffee in front of Reggie “You’re such a sweetheart Reg, I’m surprised you don’t have anyone”

“Well, who says I don’t, love?” He said with a grin. You raised your eyebrows, “My my...the plot thickens” you scoffed.

“Well isn’t that lovely Reg...” Ronnie said finishing up the remnants in his plate “I hope I like her” he chewed it with sarcasm, making you giggle.

“Right, I’m off” he said, getting up, “Now don’t you dare forget tonight Y/N” he added as you came over to pick up his empty plate.

You shook your head, “Not promising anything Ronald Kray”

“Ah! Stubborn Cunt you are”

“Come on now, mate” Reggie came to your aid once again. Ignoring all that, Ronnie exited the premises.

You turned to the remaining Kray Twin, “Need anything else, Reggie?” You sounded polite.

“All good, thanks”

The next hour passed by with so much to do. At least from your part. Big Charlie might end up conversing with whichever customer that entered, therefore most duties fell on your shoulders, and you did not mind. Your time was spent productively. No matter who came and left, Reggie Kray remained. With a cigarette in hand, he sipped his coffee. Refills were needed, but he minded his own business.

By around 3pm, the place began to slowly grow empty, leaving Reggie looking confused. Especially when he saw the chairs being put up on the tables.

“Finishing up early Charlie?” He asked.

“That’s right, Reggie” Big Charlie replied, putting on his jacket “It’s me Missus’ birthday”

“Go ahead Charlie, I’ll lock up” you said, as you began to mop the floor. Finishing up his coffee, Reggie got up.

“Right, I’ll keep an eye on her, don’t worry”

With Reggie’s assurance, Big Charlie exited the pub. Watching him walk out, you hoped all would go well while putting up the closed sign. Before you could even shift your thoughts, you felt the atmosphere in the room change, as you felt Reggie’s hands rest on your waist. Turning you to him in a flash, he pulled you close, forcing the mopping brush to drop hard on the floor, while his hungry lips attacked you with much force.

This sort of surprise, this sort of encounter, was nothing unfamiliar.

Kissing him back with equal need, you wrapped your arms around his neck, savoring his kiss flavored with coffee and tobacco, as he lifted you up to place you on the nearest table.

“Fucking hell...” he breathed into your lips, “...this is getting so hard”

“What?”you said playfully, “You mean this?...” you asked, with your bare knee grazing his clothed manhood.

“Cheeky...” He said, giving you a kiss ,”... I mean, sneaking around like this”

Sighing, you nodded. You did not disagree, for he had point.

The fact that you and Reggie Kray have been secret lovers for almost a month, does not make it easy to find the time to be alone together. That time was scarce, it was limited. Pretense was a default mode. And when you made love, indulgence and appreciation was represented by muffled cries or suppressed moans.

“So…” he said, stroking your cheek, “Esmeralda’s tonight?” He asked.

“Oh…” you began, leaning forward to brush your nose against his neck, “I will be at home” you whispered, “…waiting for you” purring, you looked at him before you bit your lower lip.

“As long as you promise to be quiet” Reggie teased, urging you to scoff softly.

“Shut up and kiss me”

The mopping brush will remain on the floor for a few more minutes, until these secret lovers decide to part their lips from each other.

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(The next day, 1 day ago)

The snap of Ronnie’s fingers sounded so loud, bringing you back from your trail of thoughts while staring into the distance with a glass of sherry on your hand.

Close friends and members of the Firm gathered for a meeting at Kray’s matriarchal household. Once important matters were discussed, then came drinks and catching up.

“What do I have to fucking do, to get you to come to Esmeralda’s again? Put a red carpet?” Ronnie sounded soft, yet irritated.

“Well...that would be nice actually” you sniggered for a second until Ronnie looked away. “Awww...” you cooed, upon seeing his stubbornly upset face, “I’m sorry darling...” you said , leaning in to peck him on the cheek, “I wanted to but...I wasn’t feeling well”

His grunt of forgiveness saved you in the end.

“But I bet you must have had a smashing time” you said, trying to cheer him up, “Wasn’t Reggie there?” You asked, subtly motioning towards him who conversed with Albie in the far corner.

“No...he wasn’t” Ronnie replied, lighting up his cigar “was probably out with his new missus I’m sure”

“Yeah, probably” you muttered, hopelessly taken by how handsome Reggie looked. Only to realize Ron was sitting next to you.

“Wait a Minute, The the last time you weren’t there, so was Reg...” Ronnie began, suddenly in the midst of realization. You grew nervous.

“Really?” Hurriedly, you got up casually ,”Would you excuse me...” you said, as you left him to this thoughts.

As he watched you walk away, as he took a glance at Reg sneakily peaking at you passing him by, Ronnie couldn’t help but wonder.

“Fascinating..” he muttered.

Walking briskly, you found Mrs. Kray busy in the kitchen.

“Oh let me help with that Mrs.Kray” you said cheerfully as you released Violet Kray from washing the plates.

“Ah…aren’t you such an angel” she said, her tone filled with fondness over you. You beamed.

“Actually, Y/N…” she began, “Would you mind terribly if I ask you for a favor?”

Turning to her, you looked at her with eagerness.

“Anything Mrs.Kray”

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(This morning)

Shutting the car door, Reggie stood in front of the house, filled with doubt.

“Somethin’ wrong Reg?”

Peeping from the window, Frank Shea asked while sitting on the driver’s seat.

“No...” Reggie replied, with his hands in his overcoat pockets, “Just wondering if mum is alright. She was fine last night”

“Well, all she told me was she wanted to see you...” Frank said, “... maybe you should check on her to make sure”

“Hmmm...right” nodding, Reggie set off towards the house, while Frank watched him with a grin on his face.

Knocking on the door was the only option for him, since he forgot the keys in such a hurry. First knock, no answer. Another attempt made, still nothing. Before he could knock once more with concern, he heard a female voice.

“Who is it?” Oddly sounding familiar.

“It’s Reggie...”

His defenses were torn down the moment your inquisitive head popped out from the door.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused.

“And Good Morning to you too” you replied, your hair tied in a soft high bun. Sighing, Reggie moved forward, “Where’s mum? Frank said she was asking for me” his entrance forced you open the door, backing up, “ Didn’t even have breakfast cause I was worried .Fucking starving st-“

He paused, lips parting with surprise the moment he fully turned to face you, and your eye-opening attire.

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Loving Reggie Kray was indeed wonderful. But it brought out the adventurous side of you as well. Hence, you did not bat an eyelid to miss a chance to spice up a Sunday morning.

Dressed in nothing but a silk robe and lace panties, you made sure your ensemble seemed complete with garter belts and stockings, along with his favorite pair of heels you owned.

Caressed by the softness of the silk, your skin seemed more alive by his stare, which then had turned more towards lustful than confusion. And though you did not see yourself, you were certain your nipples reacted to his stare in an instant, given the fact it appeared to look like two mountain peaks covered with a veil of silk.

“Mrs Kray asked me to watch the place...” you spoke casually, “while she’s away to meet a friend” you said innocently, “ I was just passing the time and missed you oh so badly...” pouting as you watched him slowly walk towards you “I hope you’re not cros-“

His passionate kiss hushed you in an instant while grabbing you by the arm. “With you...never” he whispered , resuming his kiss and deepening it quickly. You heard yourself moan without shame when you felt his hands hold you by the upper waist, allowing his thumbs to encircle your nipples over the silk robe. Fireworks setting off between your thighs, you held on to him by his belt.

Breaking away, he took his time to undo the knot, opening your robe to find those buds fully erect and receptive. You swore you heard him exhale loudly.

“You still hungry?” You asked, pressing yourself against him. Shaking his head, he looked at you.

“Nah..” breathlessly, he replied.

“Well ...” you began, stroking his visible erection over his pants,

“I am”

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Worried of his brother’s absence, it was no surprise that Ronnie would stop by the house. Frank’s confused expression did not seem to sit well with him as he entered the house.

“Reg?”

Opening the unlocked door, Ronnie looked around with caution as he entered the house.

Worried of his brother’s absence at E.Pellicci this morning, it was no surprise that Ronnie would stop by. And Frank’s confused expression did not seem to bode well with him either.

“Mum?”

With no sign of his mother, he began to scan for signs of intrusion in the living room and kitchen. The steps he took on the staircase were slow yet careful. The moment he reached the top, he paused by a sudden noise. It was a grunt. And it seemed to be originating from Reggie’s room. Drawing out his gun, he slowly walked towards it. Halting by the closed door, he heard another grunt

“For Fucks sakes…” Reggie mumbled,“Hold still...”

Worried, Ronnie did not wait any longer. With all his strength, he kicked the door to watch it open wide. With his gun pointed, Ronnie entered the room, only to drop his jaw with shock. For he saw it all in an flash.

You and Reggie together. Reggie, his brother, sitting comfortably on his bed, eyes closed in upmost pleasure while you stood on your knees between his thighs. Silk robe absent from your torso, your bare back writhed while you held on to his erect shaft, head bobbing back and forth as you feasted on him.

And he also saw how you both retracted in lightning speed, covering oneself and looking away in sheer embarrassment.

He saw it all indeed, with eyes so wide.

“The fuckin’ hell is this?”

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(Present)

Heels clicked as you ran, as you ran through the streets with worry. This morning was certainly did not not take the adventurous route you expected. And it certainly proved to be nothing but embarrassing.

You wanted to see Reggie. You did not see him since he quickly persuaded Ronnie out of the house this morning after the reveal. Thank goodness he did, for you were able to dress, all the while gathering all forms of composure.

Hoping he’d be there, you slowed down the moment you saw the pub within your eye-line. You took deep breaths, calming oneself before entering. You longed for answers, you longed for reassurance. But as you entered, and found both brothers there, you weren’t sure what you longed for anymore.

“Right on time Y/N…” Big Charlie called out to you, “Go on and serve this to Ronnie now will ya?” He said, unaware of the situation as he handed you a plate of food. Fully aware of the fact you’re currently on the clock, you nodded curtly.

The incident flashing before your eyes on repeat, you walked over to them with such difficulty.

“Here you go Ronnie” you sounded meek, putting the plate down in front of him.

You stood there before him, nervous yet impatient. Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him and next to Reggie, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity. Was it possible that you were about to face the ruin of everything? Your friendship with Ronnie? Your relationship with Reggie?

You wished you knew.

“So Y/N…” he said.

Involuntarily settling yourself on the chair opposite him and next to Reggie, you felt your heart beat out of your chest with such intensity. Especially when Ronnie began to continue:

“How the fuck did my brother taste?”

Your eyes never grew this wide with shock, until today.

“W-What?”

Slamming his fist on the table, Ronnie Kray began to burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes, you could not help but bow your head down with embarrassment. As you watched him point at the both of you, you knew you will not hear the end of it.

“Oi!! It’s not funny Ron...” Reggie snapped, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Maybe for you...” Ronnie said, clapping his hands , “but it fuckin is for me” he added with joy.

“Oh my god...” you shook your head.

“Oh my god...??” He repeated, leaning in “Did you shag her up good to make her say that, Reg?”

Face turning tomato red, you were drowning with embarrassment as you put your head on the table, unable to look at your friend.

“Y/N and Reggie! Fuckin brilliant!” Ronnie cried out, stuffing a cigar between his teeth.

Turning your head, you stealthily caught Reggie’s glance. With his hand moving to your back, he winked at you in comfort.And that’s when you finally found your smile. A smile of relief. With a realization.

For the secret was finally out in the open. And thankfully no bridges were burnt down because of it. Nothing was to be sacrificed either. A little embarrassment from Ronnie Kray was worth enough to bring in freedom to this blooming love, and a halt to all those silly excuses.

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 3 years

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The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

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

Warnings: SMUTTY! threesome smut with the kray twins

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

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

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

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

The lights flipped on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Her cunt is unbelievably sweet." Ron spoke.

"I know." Reggie's jaw clenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! Of course not!" I huffed.

Ron hid his disappointment

Reg smirked.

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

Ron perked up

Reg's eyebrows furrowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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clairecrive · 5 years

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So I kinda have an idea for a flirty someone that messes around with the reader when she asks him for help.

Now the thing is: I had in mind to do it for a modern Reggie Kray AU bc I've never written for him and thought it could be a great opportunity to do so.

At the same time, I think this idea would fit best Eames? Idk, flirty asshole who messes around with people it's Eames right?

Idk, I'm stuck in a pickle so I thought you could decide by voting the one you think it's more appropriate or you'd like to read about.

You can comment down this post, send me a private message or an ask. Whatever way it's fine and if you wish to remain private, I won't share the results if you don't want me to.

So yeah, hit me up with your opinions queens!

#claireasks #imagine request #idk who to write about #eames #reggie kray #none of them?#well alfie is always an option isn't he?

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chishiyasan · 3 years

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Once in a lifetime do you find a street-fighting man like Reg. Believe me when I say it took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.

↳ Emily Browning & Tom Hardy as FRANCES SHEA & REGGIE KRAY in LEGEND requested by @basicallyfuckinginsane

#legendedit #userdiana #jokerous #arthurpendragonns #ughmerlin #usershelby #tuserangela #dailygangsters #emilybrowningedit #tomhardyedit #frances kray #reggie kray #emily browning #tom hardy #legend #gif #mine #my gifs #*misc

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burgers-and-french-fries · 2 years

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‘Mad’ Teddy Smith: My Girl.

Note: This was requested by a follower of mine over on Wattpad. I had so much fun writing it and because of that, I thought I’d share it on hre as well.

You can find it below the picture.

Enjoy!

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'London in the 1960s. Everyone had a story about the Krays. You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them. But I was there and I'm not careless with the truth. They were brothers but bound by more than blood. They were twins as well, counterparts. Gangster princes of the city they meant to conquer. Ron Kray was a one-man London mob. Bloodthirsty, illogical and funny as well. My Reggie was different. Once in a lifetime do you find a street-fighting man like Reg. Believe me when I say it took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.'

~Emily Browning (Frances Shea ‘Legend’ 2015).

1965 was the year that Frances and Reggie Kray officially tied the knot. It was also the year that Y/n had moved back to London’s East end to be with her now widowed mother. It just so happened that she had been invited to the Kray wedding and she had no idea why until she conversed with one of her colleagues, Alice-May. Y/n’s mother was of course reluctant to let her daughter attend as she knew what the Krays did, but she also knew that she’d have a headache on her hands if she had her daughter decline.

It turned out that y/n and Alice-May’s boss was a mousey mannered man. Everything seemed to scare him and because of that, he had sought solace and refuge under the Krays watch. This meant that Patrick O’Callaghan and his employees had no choice but to attend the event. This of course meant the attendance of both y/n and Alice-May.

Flashing forward about a year, the Krays, namely Reggie, had taken a liking to y/n. It was part of the reason y/n quit her job and began working at Esmeralda’s barn. This was an even riskier job than she had before, but it paid better and because of her mother’s slow declining health, y/n knew it would be for the best.

“Alright love?” Gerald, the coat check asked as he approached y/n for a drink.

“Yeah, but I’ll be glad when I can go home.” She said. Gerald nodded in agreement.

“I second that.” He said, downing the shot of whisky y/n had poured for him.

The two talked for a few more minutes before y/n spotted Ron and Teddy walk toward the exit. Ron looked angry as he always did but something about Teddy’s body language made her worry for him.

“What’s up with those two tonight?” Y/n questioned, quickly pointing the couple out. Gerald looked over and frowned to himself.

“I’m not sure but I wouldn’t worry yourself about it. Whatever it is, they can look after themselves, yeah.” Gerald told her, making sure to hint at her to leave it alone. She heard the warning and nodded. That didn’t stop her brain from playing out different scenarios in her head.

She shrugged it off and went about the rest of her shift before heading home for the night.

After her shift, y/n stopped by the local chippy to pick up some food for herself and her mother. It wasn’t that there wasn’t any food at home but once in a while, y/n enjoyed treating her mother to good old fried food and sweet treat.

The woman smiled to herself until she caught sight of Ron’s car parked outside of a pub. It was odd, even for him and she would have gone to see what was going on, but she remembered Gerald’s words. She shook her head and decided that it was definitely best to stay out of whatever was happening.

“Mum, I’m home.” Y/n called as she finally entered the house.

“Hello love. How was work?” Helen asked from her armchair where she was sitting and completing a few lines of her knitting.

“Exhausting and because I’m tired, I bought us some dinner.” Y/n said, holding up the packaged fish and chips.

“Oh you sweet girl. You do spoil me, doesn’t she Walter?” Helen said, looking at an empty space on the sofa.

Y/n smiled sadly to herself. She really missed her father and when her mother slipped into one of her early onset dementia episodes, it made her want to burst into tears. Her parents were so close and when her father passed away, it was very hard on her mother which is the reason y/n moved back home from her little slice of heaven, Valencia in Spain.

“Would you like a cuppa mum?” Y/n asked as she plated the food.

“Yes, thank you, love.” Helen replied with a warm smile. Y/n nodded and boiled the kettle.

“So, how was your night?” Y/n questioned, coming back into the room with their food. She set up her mother’s lap tray with the food and she had even placed a small sweetie on there for afterwards as well, knowing her mother would thoroughly enjoy that.

“It was alright. I read the paper and had a nap in me chair.” Helen replied, putting her knitting away and tucking into her food.

“That sounds so nice mum.” Y/n said, a little envious of her mother’s leisure activities.

Helen beamed at her daughter. This is one thing she loved the most. Spending time with her daughter and talking about their days and relaxing before their bedtimes.

The kettle soon came to a complete boil and screeched as loud as it could to alert y/n it was ready to be used. Y/n sighed, wiped her hands of the grease and stood to make the tea.

While she was doing that, Helen was happily munching on her food when a knock could be heard echoing through the house. Y/n looked at the clock knowing that it was too late for anyone to be out.

“I’ll get it y/n.” Helen called from the living room.

“Alright, I’ll be done momentarily.” Y/n called back and went about her job of filling the cups how she and her mum preferred their teas.

“Teddy Love, what happened?” Helen asked as she opened the door and her eyes landed on the young man’s face.

He and Ron had gotten into a fight, and it ended up with ugly results on Teddy’s face. A cut to his eyebrow, a bruise forming on his jaw, little grazes sat red and angry on his left cheekbone and the split lip, it was bleeding something awful.

Helen was quick to pull him in for a hug, careful to not injure him further. The gesture putting pressure on Teddy’s bruising jaw. The poor lad obviously needed a good cuddle since he was very accepting of the hug that was offered to him.

“Who is it mum? It’s late.” Y/n asked as she walked into the room.

“It’s Teddy.” Helen replied, breaking the hug and ushering him into the house where it was warm and safe. She knew that the injuries were caused by Ronald Kray. After all, it wasn’t the first time Teddy had come by with injuries due to his partner.

“I’m glad you’re here Te- what the hell happened?” Y/n gasped as she looked up at her friend.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” He replied softly. The women looked at each other, this wasn’t like Teddy at all. He was normally strong and didn’t seem to be bothered about anything that happened.

“Alright then, would you like a cuppa?” Helen asked for y/n who was examining his face from her spot by the coffee table.

“Thank you, Helen, that would be lovely.” He responded as she helped him sit on the sofa. Helen nodded and left the room.

“Was it him?” Y/n asked, already feeling her blood boil. Ronald Kray had that affect on her.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it y/n. I just need to know if I can crash here.” Teddy said, getting short with his friend.

He leaned back on the sofa but moaned in pain when his jaw made contact with the back of the sofa.

“That’s it. Stand up.” Y/n instructed.

“Leave him be love. He’s fine there.” Helen said, walking back out.

“He needs a proper bed mum and someone to clean him up.” Y/n replied. Helen couldn’t argue with that.

“I’ll help, shall I?” Helen asked, looking at her daughter who gave her a tight-lipped smile. She wasn’t please with the state of Teddy or his attitude towards it.

Helen helped as much as she could but even she knew that the friends needed space to talk. She went downstairs to retrieve Teddy’s tea.

“Here you are, Teddy love.” Helen told him, setting the cup down on the nightstand. Both Teddy and y/n smiled at Helen.

“Thank you, mum.” Y/n answered for both of them when she heard Teddy wince.

“I’ll be downstairs in me chair if you need anything.” Helen said, making her leave.

Y/n looked at how broken Teddy looked and grumbled slightly.

“Your face needs to be cleaned up. Your lip is still bleeding.” Y/n stated. Teddy sighed and lied his head back on the pillow behind him.

It took a few minutes for y/n to gather everything she needed to help her friend. She hated how he and Ron would fight so much. Granted it was rarely ever physical but when it was physical, well, the proof was in her room of what would happen.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to continue ignoring it?” Y/n said as she sat beside Teddy and unscrewed the cap for the antiseptic.

Teddy looked up at her with glassy eyes. He was beginning to feel the pain fill his veins and the sleepiness seep into his bones.

“Teddy, sweetheart, you need to stay awake for me.” Y/n said as she didn’t know if he had a concussion. Gently placing her hand on his good cheek, Teddy leaned into her touch and hummed. It was the first time in a long while that he had felt a tender touch like this. It warmed his heart.

“How about some music. I have the new Temptations album.” Y/n smiled. Teddy simply gave her a long blink.

“Fine.” He replied.

“Only if you tell me what happened.” Y/n said, trying one last time to get to the bottom of this.

This time, Teddy relented as he knew y/n wasn’t going to drop it.

“We was at the Blind Beggar. Ron went in there to take care of business.” Teddy explained. Y/n felt her heart sink. She hated Teddy’s line of work. She hated the Krays line of work.

“Who did he kill?” Y/n asked with a snarky tone. Teddy looked at her disapprovingly. Ron was still his partner and he loved him despite what had happened tonight.

“Cornell.” Teddy replied simply before y/n applied the antiseptic to his brow. Teddy winced and frowned.

“Sorry.” Y/n said gently.

“It’s ok.” Teddy replied.

“What else happened?” Y/n questioned, knowing full well that there was more to come.

“We went to Violet’s after, and Reg came. Told me to burn Ron’s things after he went to bed and report back to him. Ron got mad and we fought.” Teddy said, watching as y/n’s face grew red with anger. He would have flinched if he knew she’d hit him for not being honest in the beginning.

“I don’t know why you stay with him. He’s dangerous.” Y/n snapped, finally losing her temper a little bit.

“Because I love him y/n. It’s not like you’d understand.” Teddy snapped back. Y/n looked at him with annoyance. Well that didn’t hurt.

“Just because you love someone doesn’t mean they’re good for you!” Y/n shouted. She wouldn’t tell him, but she had developed a special liking to him from the moment she laid eyes on him. He was handsome, charming and had a way about him that was able to draw anyone in. Mysterious in every sense of the word.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be in this field and know that if you left, you’d be maimed for it.” Teddy countered. Y/n was now pacing the room as her blood boiled just below breaking point.

“Yes, I do Edward. I work for them too you know. You are not the only one whose feelings and wellbeing are affected by this.” Y/n spat, officially breaking.

Teddy looked at her. She never called him Edward, well, aside from when they first met last year at the wedding but that was the only time until now. He liked it.

“Why do you care so much if you hate Ron that much?” Teddy asked, after finding his voice again.

Y/n hung her head. It was now or never.

“Because Edward. I- I just do.” She said, chickening out. She couldn’t say it to him, not now and possibly not ever. She knew he wasn’t into women at all, and he preferred the company of men or so he made it seem.

“Sure you do.” He tisked. He wasn’t buying her response.

“Fine, you want the truth? I care because I love you, ok.” Y/n said, turning her face from him.

Teddy swore he could feel his stomach do an array of flips while his heart skipped a couple beats. What did she mean she loved him?

“Y/n, look at me.” Teddy instructed softly, taking hold of her empty hand. Y/n refused to look at him, she knew she’d crumble if she did.

“Y/n, is everything ok in there. There’s a lot of shouting going on.” Helen said, finally having enough of the fighting that was going on.

Y/n cleared her throat and wiped her eyes, letting Teddy know that she was crying.

“Everything is fine mum. Go back to your knitting.” Y/n told her. Helen wasn’t sure if she should, but trusted her daughter.

“Why are you crying? I haven’t said anything yet.” Teddy questioned.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s just finish cleaning you up.” Y/n said as she got back to the task at hand.

Once Teddy’s face was all cleaned and bandaged up, y/n properly settled her friend into her bed, making sure to pull the covers up to his chest, not forgetting the soft kisses she’d lay on each of his injuries. Though this time with one of the injuries being the split lip and her having confessed her feelings for him, she thought better of kissing each owie better.

“Thank you for looking after me y/n.” Teddy said. Y/n looked down at him and smiled sadly.

“You’ll be the death of me Edward Richard Smith.” Y/n replied. Teddy smiled at that. He loved the way his name sounded rolling off her tongue.

“How about that new album then.” Teddy suggested, drawing a bigger smile from y/n. She could never pass up anything from the Temptations.

Y/n went over to her small collection and placed the record on the player, turning the volume down so it wouldn’t disturb her mother who had most likely fallen asleep in her beloved armchair.

When y/n turned around to face Teddy again, he was standing up holding his hand out for her to take. It was hard for her to concentrate since Teddy was in his undershirt and boxer shorts. Mind you, she’d always struggled seeing him in this state of undress. It may or may not have turned her on.

“Teddy, I just tucked you in.” Y/n whined.

“Dance with me.” Teddy said, ignoring her comment and earning a smile from his friend.

“Dressed like that. Good sir, it’s far to improper.” Y/n teased, hoping to make him smile. He did and she felt her heart flip at the sight.

The pair of them giggled and laughed as the music played. They were having so much fun being able to be this close and not have anyone give them dirty looks or give them rude comments. It was just them, a record player and their comfortable clothes. The way y/n had always wanted it.

However, when ‘My Girl’ started to play, Teddy pulled the woman close to his body and slowed down their movements, despite the song being a bit of a faster paced one. Y/n’s heart was racing even faster now as she could feel his toned chest against hers and feel the strength of his arms as he held her close. It was more than her brain could process.

Y/n looked at the man in front of her and felt the world come to a complete stop and melt away. The music had vanished into the background and the lights became dim. The only thing you could hear was the sound of Teddy and y/n’s breathing. Their smiles faded as they stared at each other. There was no denying that both were in love with each other.

“My girl.” Teddy whispered lovingly, slowly leaning in and closing the gap between him and y/n.

Y/n’s whole body was buzzing. She couldn’t believe that she was kissing Teddy. His lips were soft and gentle as they caressed hers tenderly. His hands held her body even closer to his if that was possible. Everything was pure magic. That was until her brain reminded her that this was wrong, and he didn’t belong to her. He belonged to someone else.

“Why are you being so cruel?” Y/n asked, abruptly pulling away from him, feeling tears grow in her eyes. How could he do such a thing to her when he preferred people of his gender.

“Cruel? Is that what you think of me?” He questioned in reply. To say he was hurt was an understatement. He would never do anything to hurt her, and she knew it too.

“Playing with my feelings isn’t something I thought you would do.” Y/n said, trying not to let him know that he had hurt her by leading her on.

“I’m not playing with your feelings, y/n.” He told her, watching her walk to the door.

“I’d like you to leave.” Y/n said. Teddy could see in her eyes that she felt betrayed and used. That wasn’t what he was doing at all.

“Why?” He asked, standing his ground.

“I admitted how I felt about you and now you’re using that against me and making me feel more deeply for you.” She explained. Teddy nodded and grabbed his clothes, slipping on his slacks. If this is what she wanted, then so be it. He wouldn’t argue.

Y/n watched him dress and felt her heart break.

“If it makes any difference, that was me telling you how I felt.” Teddy replied, feeling rejected for the second time that night. Y/n bit her lip and tried to focus on his face through her unshed tears.

She looked as hard as she could for any sign of a falsehood but when she couldn’t see any, Teddy was almost fully clothed again.

“You really mean that don’t you?” She asked. Teddy nodded.

“You’re the only one that knows how to take care of me in these situations and you always listen to me when I need someone outside of everything to talk to. You make me feel needed.” He told her truthfully. Y/n took a deep breath and slowly let it out while looking at him. The record still playing ‘My Girl’.

“You’re not mine Teddy and you never will be.” Y/n said. Hearing it said out loud made her whole body want to crumble. No matter how badly she thought she wanted Teddy, he would never be hers and Ron Kray would make sure of that.

Teddy looked at her with hurt in his eyes. He knew that y/n was right but that didn’t stop him from wanting her body on his.

“At this point y/n, you are the only thing stopping me from falling apart.” He told her. She looked at the ground.

“I love you y/n.” Teddy admitted. This was enough for y/n to walk up to him and throw her arms around him.

“I love you too Teddy.” She replied.

“Y/n?” He asked as his eyes went closed.

“Yeah?” She questioned in reply.

“Lay with me?” He asked. Y/n didn’t know what he meant by that but when she felt his body start to go limp in her arms, she caught him and helped him back to the bed.

She went about undressing him and tucking him in once more. It had obviously been a big day for him, and these confessions weren’t helping anyone.

The next morning, y/n woke up cuddled into Teddy’s side as he slept soundly. The events of the night before came rushing back to her and as much as she wanted them to come to fruition, she knew there was no chance of that happening. All she had was here and now.

She looked down at Teddy and weighed her options, would he hate her for waking him up with a kiss or would he welcome it the way he had last night? There was really only one way to find out.

Y/n carefully moved her head as to not wake him and gently placed her lips on his. She was careful of the owie but still poured as much emotion into the kiss as she could.

This is what woke Teddy up.

“Fuck Ron. I want you.” He mumbled, stretching and flexing his muscles.

“You know that we can’t. We’d be killed if we did.” Y/n said.

“Only if we’re caught.” Teddy smirked. Y/n chuckled slightly.

“It’s too risky Ted.” Y/n said, placing a small peck to his lips.

“What time is it?” Teddy asked.

Y/n looked at her alarm clock and groaned.

“7am.” She replied.

“Perfect. I don’t have to meet the boys until 11:30am.” Teddy replied, wiggling his eyebrows at y/n.

“Alright fine but let’s hurry. Mum will be up soon.” Y/n told him as she moved so that she was on top. She still wanted Teddy to be careful of his injuries, even if they were mainly sustained to his face.

Y/n lifted her night gown to make it easier for her to straddle Teddy’s waist. This action definitely getting him excited. Y/n smirked down at him and winked.

“Let’s see what you got, my girl.” Teddy winked back but instantly regreted it when he felt the pull of the stitches. Y/n leaned down and delicately kissed his brow.

“Thank you.” Teddy replied as y/n captured his lips.

“You’re welcome. Now, buckle up Mr. Smith, it’s going to be a wild ride.” She said seductively and sensuously, and boy was she correct. Both of them were completely spent by the end of their escapades but to them, it was worth every damn second.

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wandawiccan60 · 3 years

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Hello guys this is @WandaKray606 I hope you all are having a wonderful day. I was wondering if you guys would be interested for me to write out fanfics of any specific Tom Hardy characters in the near future?? This will be my first time writing out a fanfic and I’m hoping if you guys would like me to write any Tom Hardy character that he has played in both movies and tv shows.

And also maybe if you guys want me to make short smut one shots, any tom Hardy character X Reader one shots, or most of all I’d be happy to make long series or short series of any kind. Also I might make these fan fica into any genre Romance, Horror, Drama, Etc. Also, if you see any errors throughout my writing I’m sorry for the bad grammars that I’ll be missing throughout the writing process lol 😂😅.

Just to give you all a heads up so far the characters I’ve seen that were played by Tom Hardy in both movies or shows are Bane(Dark Knight Rises) Reggie & Ronnie Kray(Legend), James Keziah Delaney(Taboo), John Fitzgerald(The Revenant), Eddie Brock(Venom 1&2), Max Rockatansky(Mad Max), Alfie Solomons(Peaky Blinders), and Eames(Inception). These are so far the only characters that I have seen that were played by Tom Hardy.

I’ll try to see his other projects that he has played in the past and I might spend a good amount of time seeing these shows and movies. Again guys I’m sorry if I might be slow in doing these fanfics since this is my first time doing a fanfic and I also have a hard time taking my time and wanting to know what’s good to write out and what’s not good to write out.

My writing is not my strongest subject and I hope my writing doesn’t bore you guys if it does I’m sorry 😞. And I hope you guys enjoy this first fanfic that I’ll be creating in the near future and I hope you guys would be willing for me to ask me for more and I promise you all that I’ll try to do my best🤞🏼😬😬😬🤞🏼.

And I’ll be also taking my time in writing out and planning good scenarios for these fanfics. Again thank you guys for sticking around and I hope this could be the beginning for open requests for short chapters or one time smuts. 🥰🥰🥰

Again thanks for sticking around and leave a comment down below if you want to guys send in any ideas of any kind. I hope to hear from you guys soon See Ya!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

P.S. Here some photos of all of the characters that I have mentioned and yea I know Tom Hardy is a badass actor the best of this generation!!! ♥️♥️♥️

#tom hardy x reader #tom hardy #eddie brock #reggie kray #ronnie kray #bane #tom hardy fanfiction #eames inception #james keziah delaney #fanfic #first time

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charliehoennam · 3 years

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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.”

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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Teacher’s Pet - A Modern Reggie Kray Story (AU)

Chapter Three: The Three Week Challenge

Reggie scanned through an email the university had sent him. It was requesting him to allow one student to shadow him for a day. He didn’t hesitate in who he would choose, but he needed to make it fair and at least consider other candidates. He sent out a mass email to his students, telling them about the program and whoever was interested should apply. Out of his fifty-two students, twenty-one applied. After a week, he completed viewing each candidate and he had narrowed it down to three students. Jamila, Hyang-soon and Mark, three of the top students in his class.

Try as he might to ensure fairness, he was already biased and chose Jamila. She was a good student anyways, so he felt like he wasn’t being too unjust. Besides, he had wanted to spend more time with her. He was growing to like her and he was looking forward to the end of the semester. Once Jamila was no longer his student, he planned to ask her on a date. So, making his final decision he decided to inform her that she had been chosen at the end of class that day.

“Alright, read chapter twelve and thirteen. Write a five page essay on your understanding of the subject and how you would personally approach an individual with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Also, Ms. Jamila El Din, please stay after class. I’d like a word with you,” Reggie said in conclusion to the class.

The rest of the students filed out of the room and Jamila made her way up to the podium. He noticed that she looked quite lovely and he tried to keep his face neutral as she approached him. His mind tried to focus on the matter at hand, but he wasn’t able to prevent himself from tracing the outline of her curves with his eyes.

“Yes, Professor?” she asked once she reached him.

Recently she had been saying the word professor almost in an ironic manner. He knew she had been itching to call him Reggie, but he always gave her a stern look when she dared to test him. He was beginning to think she enjoyed it when he pretended to be strict with her.

“The program, for the job shadow, you’ve been chosen,” he said.

“Really?!” she exclaimed.

She jumped up and down excitedly, clapping her hands like a happy little seal about to receive a fish. He arched an eyebrow, giving her a pretend disproving look.

“What are you doing, Ms. El Din?”

“Oh, uh, my happy dance,” she said, looking a little embarrassed.

He wasn’t actually upset. He found her actions to be adorable, but he really wanted to maintain a professional relationship while she remained in his class. She was six years younger than him, she twenty-eight and he thirty-four. Reggie had checked her records just to make sure she was legal. Although it was graduate school and generally students were at least twenty-five or older, it was always sensible to check.

“Well, keep your happy dances to a minimum while we are at Scotland Yard, hmmm?”

He had planned for them to begin the job shadowing on Friday at eight a.m. She would meet him at the university and then he’d drive them to the Yard. Once the day arrived, they checked into Scotland Yard and proceeded to the offices within. He proceeded to take Jamila to the back and he knocked on a door that had the name plaque, “Detective Chief Superintendent David White”.

“Come on in,” a muffled voice said behind the door.

Reggie opened it and he and Jamila stepped inside.

“Morning Reg, envelope on the desk there, mate,” David said, pointing over to a side desk.

A thick manilla envelope sat there waiting to be opened by Reggie.

“Thank you, David. This is Jamila, a student of mine. She’s here to job shadow,” Reggie said, walking over to the desk.

“Student, eh? You know who your good ol’ teacher is then, do ya, love?”

“Uh?...” Jamila wasn’t sure what the Detective was trying to imply.

“Bloody hell...,” Reggie sighed.

“He’s a Kray. Pretty interesting, huh? Back then the Krays were working against us coppers, now they’re working for us!”

“Yeah, and that joke never gets old, David,” Reggie said, sarcastically. “And it’s only one Kray that is working for you, unless another one of us bastard grandchildren are running around.”

David chuckled. “I hope not, Reg. I sincerely think one of ya is enough.”

Reggie escorted Jamila into another office. It looked like a small, makeshift office that was specially reserved for Reggie. They both took a seat at the folding table in the center of the room and Reggie opened the packet.

“So, first things first. Being a consultant, it isn’t glamorous. It isn’t like the movies where they solve the case in a few hours. There is a lot of tedious work and hours upon hours of time put into this kind of work,” Reggie said.

“Not to mention enduring the terrible jokes made by detectives,” Jamila said, looking over at the documents Reggie was extracting from the envelope.

Her comment made him laugh softly as he laid out the paperwork. He could see she was having trouble seeing the documents from the other side of the table. Before he could say anything she pulled her chair around to his side and sat next to him. A whiff of her jasmine perfume hit him and when she had moved forward to pull in her chair she had brushed against him. Reggie shifted in his chair as naughty thoughts flooded his mind making his manhood stiffen slightly.

“So, you just read everything in this packet and do what exactly?”

Reggie took a deep breath to refocus his thoughts.

“This top page here,” he said, pulling the page off the top of the stack. “It states what the detective would like for me to do. For this case, he wants me to see if this is gang related or staged,” Reggie said, sliding the top page over to her.

“Staged? You mean, like someone is trying to throw the police off from the actual offender?”

“Right. I’ll review the case and determine if the actions that were committed at the crime scene align with the psychology of a gang member. This will help the detectives pursue the correct path in solving the crime instead of wasting time on a false trail,” Reggie replied.

“Why does he think it was staged?”

“I don’t know that part. He doesn’t explain his theories with me because I don’t want to know. I want to come at the case with a completely unbiased approach. I rather come to my own conclusions,” Reggie said.

“You must be really good at this if Scotland Yard hired you,” she said, looking at him with admiration.

He simply shrugged, but was secretly pleased that she was impressed.

“I have to admit, I’m so excited to be here,” she said, giddily.

“That’s fine, but keep your emotions in check, Jamila,” he said, tossing the envelope to the side.

He looked over to see if she understood what he was trying to say and found her staring at him in mock disbelief.

“Did you just call me Jamila? I’m no longer Ms. El Din? Does that mean I can call you Reggie?” she teased.

He had to suppress a smile as he found her desire to call him by his nickname incredibly cute.

“No, you may not. Now stop being a brat and look at this set of documents, we have work to do,” he said, plopping a portion of the documents in front of her.

After several hours of work, Reggie called it a day. He’d resume reviewing the case later as he wanted to make sure he’d come to the correct conclusion. Jamila yawned a little, politely covering her mouth.

“You’re right, it is very tedious work,” she said.

“Let’s go, I think we’ve done enough for today,” he said.

Reggie drove them back to the university and parked in the parking lot. It was close to evening and Jamila paused before exiting the car.

“Do you wanna maybe get dinner?” she asked.

Reggie sat for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate Ms. El Din,” he said.

“Why?”

“I’m your professor,” he said.

“Yeah, but we're almost the same age…”

“I know, but the principal is still the same,” he said.

“It’s just dinner, Reggie. I’m not asking you to take me back to your office and fuck me,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Reggie almost bit his lip as that had been his recent fantasy. Having her walk into his office, wearing one of those sexy school girl uniforms. He’d bend her over his desk and rail her as she begged him for more.

“Don’t call me that, it’s Professor Kray, Ms. El Din,” he said, but without his previous conviction.

“So you’ve said. Fine, have a good night,” she said, slightly irritated.

Reggie cursed under his breath and got out of the car to explain.

“Wait,” he said. “Jamila, we have three more weeks of class together. Once you’re no longer my student, I’d like to take you on a date. But not before then.”

“Oh? Is there a student/teacher policy?” she asked, seriously.

“Well, not exactly…” He began.

“Not exactly? So, this is one of your own silly policies then, is it?”

“It isn’t silly, it’s practical,” he said.

“I see, so even if I try to tempt you, you won’t change your mind?”

She walked up to him and pressed herself up against him and adjusted his collar. Reggie swallowed hard as he felt her firm, supple body against his front.

“Look, it’s just three weeks. Can’t you behave for three weeks?” he said, placing his hands on her hips.

“Well, I dunno, Professor Kray. You called me a brat earlier and that made me feel very naughty,” she said in a sexy, girly voice.

“Fuck, stop that,” he said, breathing heavily.

“I can stop, if you give me an A,” she said with a wicked little grin.

“What?”

“I won’t be naughty if you make sure I at least get an A. I calculated my percentage last night, I’ll only get a B + for your class at the end of the semester. If you guarantee me an A, right here and now, I won’t make the next three weeks for you unbearable,” she said.

Jamila closed the gap slightly between their lips. She badly wanted to kiss him, but she was having fun and wanted to see how far she could push him.

“I think I can last three weeks, love. It will be a B + or you can drop the class and try again next semester,” he said, his words were more confident than he actually felt.

“Mmmmm, we’ll see, Professor Kray,” she said, brushing her lips quickly across his lips then she moved away.

“I guess I’ll just go home and finger my own pussy tonight. I’m going to get so wet thinking about you,” she said, looking over her shoulder, then she walked away onto the campus.

Reggie couldn’t help but groan a little when she said that. She must have heard him because she laughed softly as she left him in the parking lot.

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alikaheroes · 2 years

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Fan Fic Master List

Welcome to my blog!! I’m a multi-fandom blog with a lot of WWE, NJPW, Halsey, Tom Hardy, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Robert De Niro/Al Pacino, Bianca Bel Air, Jay White, Idris Elba, The Batman, Star Wars, and everything in between! (Lately it’s mainly Tom Hardy oops)

I began writing fan fiction (the post that started it (x) ) and am always happy to take requests, anon or not! Check her under Anon and the character you requested to see your published story.

Send me a number and a character name and I’ll write a story on that character in that many words! I can do fluff and NSFW (those stories are only for those over 18 please) so please lemme know what you’d like!

Right now I’m focusing on smaller stories due to time, life, and adulting but look to slowly expand! Thanks for coming and I hope you enjoy!!

Where to send requests: Here!

Story list below the cut! Enjoy!!

CHARACTERS

Tom Hardy:

Inception (2010) Eames

250 Word Drabble

Handsy Flirt (Anon)

Warrior (2011) - Tommy Conlon

275 Word Drabble (NSFW)

Fluffy Protective (Anon)

25 Word Drabble: Troubled Tommy (Anon)

Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

232 Word Drabble

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Max Rockatansky

285 Word Drabble

Trust: A Mad Max Story (Anon)

Legend (2015) - Reggie Kray

Stays the Same (Anon) (Response)

Taboo (2017) - James Delaney

260 Word Drabble (NSFW) (Anon)

Venom (2018)/Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) - Eddie Brock

145 Word Drabble

The Ride (NSFW) (Anon)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan’s Protege (NSFW)

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin

Fluffy Din

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bubblyani · 5 years

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Undeserved

(Reggie Kray x Reader)

A Reggie Kray One Shot

Warnings: Swearing

Anon Request: “Heyy! Can i request a Reggie Kray x reader! I tought reader is the daughter of a enemy they having a lot of trouble. Ron and Teddy decides to kidnap his daughter because of that but didnt ask Reggie and when he found out it was so late to give her back so he treats nice and kimd to her. She likes him a lot and Reggie likes her to and he try and find the exuces to give her back. You share so much Reggie to today, that posts gave me idea. 😂😘❤️ ”

Author’s Note: Dear Anon, thank you once again and hope you like this. Been a while since i wrote about Reggie Kray. So it was fun to get back into it. Enjoy!

“What the BLOODY hell did you both do?”

Reggie Kray was definitely not in his best mood. And it clearly showed when he stood with his hands on his waist, facing his twin brother Ronnie Kray, and his accomplice Teddy Smith.

“Aww! Come on Reggie…” Teddy cried out, his tone seeping from excitement “You have to admit this is a great idea”

“You!” Reggie pointed at Teddy with a menacing glare, “Stay out of this!”

“No, Teddy is right…” Ron remarked, his deep voice resonating in the living room, “...this is the best way we can back at Milton… for what he did to the Firm” he said while Teddy merely shrugged his shoulders, before walking over to the couch. Covering his face with his palm, Reggie looked back up.

“Kidnapping his daughter for intruding Esmeralda’s Barn...won’t send a fucking message!”

“Of course it won’t! We will just have to do something far worse-”

“Ahem!”

Suddenly the twins were quietened, forcing them to look over to their side.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m right here…” you said, with a stern tone. Sitting with your legs crossed, you tried your hardest to sit upright on the couch.

Turning to your right, you shot Teddy a look of disbelief, to which he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked with annoyance.

“I don’t get it…” you hissed softly, “Why are you here? A lad like you shouldn’t be involved in things like this”

Teddy appeared to look even more confused, “Things like what?”

“Well…kidnapping for starters” you replied with furrowed eyebrows. Ronnie looked at you sharply.

“Well your dear old daddy isn’t exactly the living saint now, isn’t he?” He roared, making sure he was heard from every corner of the room. You looked at him with a look equally sharp as his.

“I don’t know what you talking about-”

“Oh Come on now! Don’t even be thinking about lying to us”

Sighing, you realized you didn’t have any other option.

“You’re right... He is not” you said, with a disappointed expression, “But that doesn’t mean I have anything to do with him”

“Really? And why is that?” Teddy jumped in smugly, comfortable by the atmosphere laid out by Ron. Looking at the young man, you shook your head slowly, looking right back at the twins.

“Be- Because…” you paused, “I barely knew him. He left me and me mum when I was little, and all that we knew about him was cozying up with all his mistresses, making trouble and-” you scoffed with a sudden realization, “Why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“No wonder it was hard to track her down…” Teddy said, his tone growing serious , “she went by Y/L/N…not Milton”

“And…” you began, “as much as I appreciated your consideration with these…” you said, showing your wrists that had been tied up tightly with muslin cloth, “I would really prefer my hands to be...untied. I won’t escape, I’m not that stupid. I know what I'm up against”

Your eyes wandered involuntarily towards Reggie Kray, scanning his frame as he stood there, watching you with curiosity.

“Oh really?” Ronnie asked, taking a step towards you, “And how are we to fucking believe that?”

“Yeah exactly” Teddy added, standing up.

“Lads!” Reggie finally spoke out once again, calmness entering his tone, “Come on, let’s not get rilled up. You know maybe she…I’m sorry, what’s your name love?”

“Uh…Y/N” you blurted out in surprise.

“Yeah…Maybe Y/N won’t be doing anything rash” he continued, “She seems like a smart girl…”

You felt relief washing over you. Finally, you finally realized how nice it felt to have someone take your side even for the smallest matter, to trust you. This man certainly appeared to be the more rational one among the three.

The sudden knock on the door, announced the arrival of a thin, tall man. He looked at you with confusion, especially when you gave him a flat smile out of politeness.

“Boss…” he said, “We got a problem”

“What is it Albie?” Reggie asked.

Looking at you, Albert Donoghue quickly walked over to the twins. Hushed tones filled the room as Teddy quickly joined their conversation.

“The fuck did you do Ron?” Reggie cried out loud enough, “ You know Jack ain’t reliable…”

Grunting, Ronnie frowned at his brother. Albert leaned towards Reggie. “What do we do, Reg?” He said, allowing Ron to look over at Reggie. With wide eyes, Reggie extended his arms with a scoff.

“Well don’t look at me, I’m definitely not going to clean up your fuckin mess mate” Reggie said, looking directly at his brother.

“FINE!” Ron said, “Ted…you stay put and keep an eye on her-”

“No no Ted…” Reggie interrupted, placing his hand on Teddy’s shoulder, “You should go with him, keep him sane, yeah? I can handle this…Go!”

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Closing the door on them, Reggie returned to the living room. And you just realized, how it was just the two of you now. Just the two of you.

Suddenly, you strangely missed the chaotic sounds of arguments that had been filling your ears earlier. For now it was just uncomfortable silence. When you could even hear the ticking of the clock, you did not know what to do.

“Right...” Reggie said, setting you at ease, “Well first things first...” he said, as he walked over to you in his swagger. For some reason it frightened you, for you had no clue what he had planned. A sigh of relief left your lips when you found him gingerly taking your wrists to undo the wrist bindings. You were surprised just how gentle he was. Given the fact many knots were done, it took some time to set your hands free.

“Ah...thats better” you said , a soft smile adorning your lips as the bindings loosened up. Looking up, you realized he was looking directly at you, therefore enabling you to observe him with clarity at such close proximity. He was handsome, very handsome in fact. Much more handsome than his brother. Not that Ron Kray was ugly, but Reggie certainly appeared to be classier when it came to handsomeness. And those lips, they were not to be underestimated, for they appeared to look irresistible.

So you were not at fault when you blushed a little as a result. Clearing his throat, he stood up.

“Thank you...by the way” you said, rubbing your now-marked wrists, “You obviously seem much nicer than the rest , I...” you paused, “I appreciate your faith in me. I know what happens to people who don’t use their brain in situations like this”

“Oh yeah?” Reggie asked, looking amused, “What?”

“Oh...Simple” you replied, uncrossing your legs, “Their brains will just get blown up”

A soft chuckle erupted from Reggie Kray, which was definitely what you didn’t expect. Chuckling back, you felt strange to indulge yourself in humor at a time like this.

“Is this your house?” You found yourself ask.

“No...” Reggie replied softly, “ it’s actually mum’s...”

“Oh!” You were surprised, looking around “is she...”

“She’s on holiday...”

“Oh...” you nodded. An urge to make more conversation came over you.

“So...uh…” Reggie started, rubbing his hands together, “Would you er…like some-”

“Tea?”

Amused by the coincidence, you both laughed together. “Yes...” you nodded with a smile, “Tea is good. I-I can make tea” you were surprised just how forward you were shocked of your response just now.

“Oh...Lovely” Reggie said, in a pleased yet nonchalant tone. Getting up, you rubbed your hands on your sides as you began to slowly walk forward. You felt nervous peeking into the kitchen.

“Um…”you hesitated, “Mr.Kray?”

“Reggie…call me Reggie, love ” he said, getting up as well. You nodded.

“Alright…uh…this is stupid but...” you began, “this is not my kitchen so…would you mind awfully to show me around?”

“Oh right! Right...”

“I don’t want to be rude and misuse anything...”

“No no ...Don't worry! here, let me help” Reggie assures you, guiding you into the kitchen.

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The sound of Reggie Kray sipping his cup of Earl Gray complimented nicely with the sound of the little spoon you stirred your tea with as both of you sat together.

“Now that’s a fine cup of tea” he said. You smiled involuntarily, unable to cope with your heart warming up.“Thank you, I’m glad” you said, proceeding to sip your own cup. As the tea refreshed your tongue, you couldn’t help but chuckle, which made Reggie look at you. He may not have had words, but his curious expression was inquiring you enough.

“Having tea...with Reggie Kray, after taken hostage…” you said , “...definitely not something you’d hear everyday” you added, taking another sip, “...suppose I should be privileged” you said teasingly.

“Well you should be…” Reggie winked. Your heart skipped a beat instantly. Pressing your lips together, you didn’t know why you felt that way.

“So love, what do you do for living? Reggie asked. Love, hearing him always call you that, you found it unexpectedly pleasing.

Placing your cup on the table, you crossed your legs.

“I’m a school teacher” you said with confidence.

“Really?” He asked with fascination, “What you in charge of? shaping the young minds?”

“No...Homework and scolding” you quickly responded, inciting more laughter and inviting more cheer into the room.

Constantly, you had to remind yourself of where you were. For it was turning out to be dangerously easy to forgot you were taken hostage and not a party guest.

Looking around the house, you smiled, “Do come here often? To see your mum?”

He nodded, “I do actually, so does Ron”

“You both love your mum very much I see?”

“Yeah, quite” you heard him say, “very much actually”

Nodding in acknowledgement, you kept smiling for you couldn’t stop, “...that’s really nice” And you meant it with all sincerity. Reggie put his cup down.

“What about your mum? You’re living with her?” He asked.

“Uh…” you hesitated , “No…” you replied, shaking your head, smoothening your dress.

“You visit her often?”

“No..” You answer was quick that you gulped later on. Looking at his confused face, you went:

“Cause she’s dead”

Confusion turned to realization. Shaking his head, Reggie sighed heavily, “Y/N, love, I’m so sorry” you could hear the guilt in his tone.

“It’s alright…” you shrugged your shoulders, “It was a long time ago” you inhaled deeply,“Ever since dad left, it was just me and mum. So it definitely wasn’t easy for her” you continued, “She did so much, sacrificed so much...for me” you said, “But sometimes...it was so hard on her. And she wasn’t exactly the strongest person around. It was...too much on her I guess. I didn’t know much, I was too young. One day…” your voice broke slightly, “One day...when I came home after school, I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t in the kitchen, nor the bedroom”

Leaning forward, you enveloped your fingers together, “I....uh...” you began, clenching your jaw, “...finally found her in the bathroom…pills in hand” you forced yourself to smile with your lips pressed tightly, “... I was too late”

By a slight movement, you felt Reggie inch closer to you. But you did not look. You didn’t have the heart to.

“Dad didn’t even come to the funeral…bloody bastard” your voice broke once again. Clearing your throat, you continued, “He really didn’t care about us at all...” you laughed ironically, “...and yet, we are still being punished for ever knowing him. My mum…she...” your breathing was hurried and short, “She didn’t deserve it…oh..god!”

Frustrated, you bent your head down, covering your face with your hands, haunted by the memories you couldn’t escape from. You were so close to tears.

“Oh love...” Reggie cooed, “Come here”. Pulling you over to him, he wrapped his arm around you. Suddenly resting your head on his chest, you couldn’t help but feel comforted. You didn’t mean to open up, yet he made it alright enough for you to be. It had been a while since a man made you feel this way.

Turning your head upward, you glanced at his face. He looked gentle, and his concern was sincere. Why must he be this way? You wondered. And why, were his lips so capable of saying the sweetest things?

The moment he looked down at you, you pushed your hand against his thigh, finding enough balance to stay straight, as your lips touched his own.

A few seconds later, you retracted, worried of his reaction. But the moment he pulled you by the arm to kiss you back, you were more than relieved.

A part of you wanted to shout to the whole of East London that Reggie Kray was an excellent Kisser. But another part of you was selfish to share him with the world. That part wanted to indulge this particular piece of information all by oneself.

The kisses started out gentle, comforting. His lips assured he recognized you, assured he acknowledged and understood you. But as your hand grabbed on to his tie to pull him closer, the kisses deepened, and the comfort progressed towards a hidden desire you both had developed. That attraction which fueled a need you never dared to mention at the beginning. And it clearly showed when tongues came into play, impatient to entwine with one another.

Suddenly pulling away, Reggie sighed as he placed his forehead against yours. In complete disbelief, you looked at him while panting. Disbelief of how much you longed for this man, that you wished Ronnie Kray and company would never return.

Another sigh. Heavier than before. This time, Reggie proceeded to look into your eyes.

“Right...” he breathed, “I’m taking you back home”

Suddenly your heart was beating fast, and it was definitely not out of excitement.

“Reggie...” you whispered, “ I don’t want to make trouble for you” for some reason, you found yourself rambling in desperation, “You’re not keeping me here by force...” your voice grew softer, “... not anymore”.

Your lips were in struggle of attaching to his like a magnet. Holding your face, Reggie allowed his thumb to graze over your bottom lip. Your eyes didn’t fail to flutter by the mere touch of his hand.

“No...” he said, “You need to go home, where it’s safe”

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Truthfully, you should be happy. You should be relieved all was well and you were safe once again. But the fact you had to part with him somehow scared you. As if empathy, compassion, respect and attraction began to form in your heart in the shape of Reggie Kray. And you knew it happened the moment he spoke to you, the moment he turned his attention to you. He made it easier for you to endure an otherwise horrible experience, which also could have caused more impact than expected.

The engine stopped as the car was parked right in-front of your house. With his hands on the wheel, Reggie kept staring ahead. Sitting on the opposite seat, you did the same, sharing silence.

You took a deep breath which was loud enough for him to notice.

“You don’t have to do this...I don’t need to go. Your brother...everyone...won’t they be angry? ”you asked softly. He shook his head.

“Best that you go on in now love, come on” he said, with a restricted yet soft smile. He wasn’t exactly happy and you knew it.

“I know I should be grateful but...” you paused, “You are taking a risk here, are you sure?”

“Honestly love...” he began, “...keeping you hostage won’t really do us any good. And Ronnie..he...he should have known that. But his fucking pride...it got in the way”

You nodded, trying so hard to empathize. But still, you were helpless. You were enslaved to concern and attachment.

Reggie chuckled, seeing your worried look.

“Its alright...” he said, lightly stroking your cheek, “You can trust me. Now go on”

Your breath grew shaky by his touch,“I just need to do one more thing”

“What is i-”

Your desperate kiss shushed him so quickly. It was desperate yes, and very emotional.As if it were to be your last. When you felt him cup your face in response, you moaned in frustration. For you knew it was about to end.

“Is it awful of me to want to defile this car with you right now?” Eyes closed, you breathed into his lips. Chuckling low, he kissed you again. And for a few seconds it felt like heaven once more.

“Heh! Didn’t know you had such a mouth in you” he replied, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled, “Clearly you don’t know me well enough…”

“Yeah? Well maybe I will…some other time”

Your smile suddenly vanished with surprise. Suddenly, there was a silver lining.

“ You better...” Pulling away, you gave him a warm smile , “Thank you Reggie Kray”

“You’re very welcome Y/N !” He replied, as he watched you slide off the car.

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“What the BLOODY hell did you do?”

Roaring the moment he entered the house, Ronnie was definitely not pleased with what happened.

“Heh...didn’t think you’d turn that around, mate”

Reggie said, while blowing out puffs of smoke from his cigarette. Ronnie’s anger was justified, especially when he found his brother sitting comfortably in the armchair. With no hostage.

“It’s not fucking funny Reg!” His brother yelled,“Wha-”

“Consider it a favor...” Reggie said coolly, as he got up, “...me cleaning up your fucking mess which could have ruined ...everything” he added, continuing to smoke.

Unable to answer, Ronnie glared at him, breathing heavily. Getting up, Reggie sighed as he patted his brother’s shoulder.

“You can never stay mad at me...I know”

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

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95 & 119 Reggie Kray

I shut my bedroom door and pressed my back against it, breathing heavily. Dad had invited the Reginald Kray to dinner. He was interested in investing in dads business, but the dinner turned into an overnight stay. Our house is a bit far from the city, my mother loves the privacy. So, when any weather strikes us, leaving is very difficult.

As of right now, the drive was flooded and my mother insisted Reggie stay. The entire dinner was torture, I had seen Reggie in town and was absolutely enamored. He had such an attractive and dark aurora that I simply couldn't ignore. My crush never went anywhere, I hadn't even spoken to him until tonight, but it was a very, very passionate crush. Watching him pull drags from his cigarette and glance down at my lips while I talked was enough to flood my panties. So now, I lean against my door, panting with need. My parents had retired to bed early on in the evening, while Reggie and I stayed up and continued to have light conversation, during which I resisted the urge to fall to my knees and beg for his cock.

I removed my dress and bra, too worked up to even bother with my panties. I climbed onto my bed and laid on my hands and knees, pushing my face into my pillow and my hands into my panties. I was dripping wet. I began to roll my hips against my hand and moan into my pillow. The pillow was absolutely necessary, Reggie had gotten me so worked up that my moans were borderline screams. I pushed two fingers into myself, thrusting in and out while gasping into the fabric.

"For fucks sake that's quite the view, innit?" Reggie's voice rang out from the doorway. I practically died. I flipped myself over and removed my fingers, covering my breasts and breathing heavily. I couldn't even form any thoughts, all I knew is I had never been so humiliated. We both remained silent, me breathing heavily with my breasts in my hands, and him stalking towards me and undoing his tie.

He began to reach out, motioning for my hand. I covered my chest with one arm and began to go to wipe my fingers on my duvet. He tsked me and grabbed my wrist.

"I want to taste you." Fuck. I watched, holding my breath as Reggie knelt to the carpeted floor next to my bed and ever so slowly placed my fingers into his mouth. I gasped as he sucked my juices off. His other hand grabbed my arm, removing it from my breasts and finding my erect nipple. I moaned out quietly. He cleaned my fingers off dragged me to the side of the bed where he knelt.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself? Hm? When these fingers go in that pretty little cunt?" He teased, kissing my clit. I gasped and put my hands in his neatly styled hair.

"Y-yes Reg." I moaned out.

"Fuckin' right you do, that sopping wet little hole is mine now, do you understand? Property of Reginald Kray." He spoke, pushing my panties to the side and beginning to feast like it was his last meal.

Instead of my pillow muffling my moans, Reggie's thick fingers gag me to keep me quiet.

Better than I could've ever imagined.

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do hc’s of like the dmc boys as Mafia bosses and what would it be like dating them??? Thank you! 🙏🏼

Howdy,

Only did Dante and Vergil’s. I don’t know too much about them mafia leaders, got enough work lassoing them wanted outlaws on my side of town.

If you want a good reference of mafia Dante and Vergil, I’d recommend you check out @cssmuse ‘s drawings of Dante and Vergil wearing suits.

-Rodeo

Dante

Before meeting Dante, you meet Tony Redgrave first. A charming man with a family business, a cozy Italian restaurant in the city.

However, it’s a cover for all the money-making crimes he commits heavy-handedly.

He’s a natural at reading people. He’s a walking lie detector. Good luck trying to f*ck him over a deal when making business with him in the underground.

Dante is like Reggie Kray, the twin mobster to Ronnie Kray who were notorious in England.

He decides to court you, flirting heavy-handedly and taking you on nice dates. He never lets you touch the check.

While next to you at a nice bar, he smiles off-sightedly at the in-disguise private investigator sitting a few tables away.

You get expensive flowers delivered to you every day, richly colored and freshly imported from Denmark.

Dante is a regular around bars and other dives, but he hasn’t brought another person with him ever. Not since you. You quickly become the talk of the underground, his love interest with starry eyes and clean hands.

Dante is a dangerous and careless man. He doesn’t leave evidence around because he’s an idiot, he does it because he knows no one can do anything to him anyway.

This man doesn’t need backup, but his enemies do. He likes to do the dirty work more than you think. With Ebony and Ivory, he walks into confrontation with his Beowulf brass knuckles on his hands.

He tries so hard to keep his real identity and reputation away from you until eventually, it catches up to him. He needs to tell you.

“Tony Redgrave died decades ago,” Dante says. The infamous Dante Sparda, the Twin Terror, stares at you with his true self revealed.

“But Dante Sparda has been using his name for the last forty-odd years.”

He only tells you once he knows you won’t leave in disgust, but he still has that crawling thought that you will. When you truly don’t, it’s a breath of relief.

He’s a stubborn man and he’s raised from violence. He’ll break a man’s face in and hold you tenderly with the same hands.

Dante always has an arm around you or a hand on the small of your back. He likes to show you off, dressed in his favorite red shades and shining rings.

He never wants you to get into his business, he would much rather have you “sit there and look nice” rather than participate in crime with him. It’s easier for him if you don’t get that involved.

Dante would get thrown into the slammer sometimes for a petty charge. He gets offered a phone call and he will never ever spend it well.

“You got one phone call, inmate,” Dante smirks at the guard, dialing a familiar number.

“Devil May Cry?”

“Is your refrigerator running?”

“Goddamit Dante, are you in jail again?”

“You know it, nephew.”

“(Y/N) is going to tear you a new one.”

“Oh, I know. Bail me out?”

“FINE.”

He loves you a lot, he never wants to see you behind bars because you loved him and got looped into his crimes. Even though you’re rather entwined in a relationship with him, there are times when he pulls away and you have to return him to you.

“I’m not a good man. You know that.”

“I’m not a good person for sticking around with you. But maybe that’s why we should be together. If we’re both going to Hell, I’m going down with you.” Dante’s hands wrap around your frame and he hugs your tightly.

All empires fall. When Dante takes that plight to damnation, he’s got your blessing- lipstick kisses all along his jugular.

Vergil

He’s the Ronnie Kray To Dante’s Reggie Kray; the colder twin with little trust for others.

Unlike Dante, Vergil treads quietly up the underworld’s ranks. He’s extremely difficult to approach and impossible to reason with. He will not let you get the better end of the deal without being at the sharper side of his sword.

Vergil wears the same styled suit all the time. It isn’t until he undresses when you discover he’s covered in tattoos.

He doesn’t want to see you killed or used against him as a pawn. He’s incredibly overprotective and even the slightest chance of someone endangering you ends with them being dead in the gutter.

Vergil is busy all the time but every night, he sheds his sins to be with you. He’ll be gone in the early morning, a feeling of cold lips grazing your cheek before he leaves.

Vergil works with Dante in their now-shared crime syndicate, although he is not one for fake identities. He’d much rather be known to the criminal underbelly only. Finding him and falling for him is a very very rare situation.

While people beg for their lives, he sits in his seat with his hand resting on his face, a silver band on his ring finger. Lately, anyone who dares to put their hands on you sees that new shining ring before they die, Vergil’s cold eyes watching their end.

Vergil goes shopping with you, once in a blue moon, to make you feel better. Someone made you upset and he beat them to an inch of their life before taking you to the finest establishments. He thinks you do not know what he has done, but the single fleck of red on his collar tells you enough.

He’s so stuck in his pursuit of power and sometimes it scares him that he’s attached to you. It distracts him and he hates distractions. He says this yet a single glance of you diverges his mind away from his throne, and he indulges upon it heavily.

Despite his avoidance of flashy appearances, he makes sure you are adorned with the finest clothes. He takes good care of you, and you take good care of him. He dislikes social outings but takes you with him when his brother forces him. You are his star jewel, the blue dragon clutching you gently between his claws. With this dangerous man, the crowd parts for you.

Dante and him butt heads often. Dante wants alliances but Vergil wants to monopolize. Debates end with bloody noses and disheveled suits as the twin terrors fight anytime and anywhere.

“Goodness, you should stop them.” A patron asks of you as Dante and Vergil throw gut punches and right hooks. You sip a drink.

“It’s just business.”

Dates are sparse but lavish. A simple dinner with the two of you, where you discuss everything but what Vergil does every day. With you, he’s just a dry-humored man who likes classical music and poetry.

Vergil isn’t like his brother, who deals with law enforcement all the time. Vergil has to deal with rival mafia leaders trying to one-up his empire.

“All things end. This won’t be forever, this life.”

“I’ll spend forever with you anyways.”

“You’d be a fool.”

“I’m your fool.”

“And I you.”

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