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“People who live in house glasses shouldn’t throw stones.” ⚜️✨Ronald “Ronnie” Kray⚜️✨ Legend(2015)

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Drunk

Young Ronnie x reader // oneshot

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You jumped at the sound of pounding on your door. You turned your bedroom light on and grabbed your knife off the night stand, you kept it there for situations Just like this. It was a little after 3am who the hell was at her door? It wasn’t (F/N) your best friend, she was out with reg for the night and she has a key.

You pulled your blanket off of your body , your heart began to race as your mind went over 300 different situations, all bad. Nothing good comes from a pounding at your door in the middle of the night.

The pounding continued and as you got closer to the front door you could also hear some groaning and mumbling.

Steadying your breath and gripping your 7 inch knife you swung the door open ready for confrontation but instantly let your guard down when you saw Ronnie standing (if you could call it that) on the porch.

He didn’t even notice you had opened the door his eyes were closed and he was swaying back and forth lazily

“Ronald” you quipped getting his attention.

He still didn’t open his eyes just breathed softly and asked.

“Reg about?”

“No him and (F/N) are in hackney at the fights , they won’t be back until tomorrow” you explained looking him over.

“Are you drunk?” You added.

He looked up at you mumbled something and then puked on the floor in front of your feet.

“Damnit Ronnie !” You yelled stepping back as though it were lava

“M’sorry… m’sorry (Y/N)”

he mumbled his words just barely making it out of his mouth. His hand reached up and pet your hair and face softly. You moved out of his reach and put his arm around your shoulders to help him stand. You couldn’t turn him away and have him wander the streets in the dark in the drunken state he was in.

This is the last thing you wanted to deal with at 3 in the morning.

“And Where have you been you smell like horse shit” you stated wrinkling your nose at his stench.

“Hmmmm dunno” Ronnie hummed opening his eyes slightly.

“Reg about?” He asked again looking around. You grabbed the bridge of your nose in irritation

“Take your clothes off”

you instructed leading him down the hall to the bathroom, you couldn’t handle his smell , he needed a bath.

“Wait brush your teeth first”

You said pulling an extra tooth brush out of the drawer.

“I can’t”

he slurred falling backwards a little, you steadied him and rolled your eyes

For Christ’s sake

“Open your mouth”

you wet his tooth brush and topped it with paste before turning to face him.

“I swear to god Ronald if you puke on me” you warned

Ronnie shook his head with his mouth still open waiting patiently for you to brush his teeth . You took that to mean he won’t. You brushed his teeth gently and made sure not to stick the brush too far in his mouth.

“Ok spit”

He didn’t move

“Ronnie spit it out” you said again

He opened his mouth and let the tooth paste fall out of his mouth and onto his shirt.

“Right whatever”

you said using his shirt collar to wipe his mouth he stumbled and you once again steadied him.

“Ok now get undressed”

It was bath time

“Don look..don’t- don’t look at me”

he mumbled, you rolled her eyes and turned around to start the bath water. You could hear Ronnie struggling with his suspenders and then you heard him stumble into the bathroom door knocking down some toiletries as he did so. You stared at the bath tub blankly as he fought with his clothes.

“Ronnie just let me help you for Christ’s sake” you huffed.

“A’right” he spoke softly. Youd never seen Ronnie naked before but you’ve seen almost everything before as you and (F/N) had been best friends with the krays basically their whole lives.

Ronnie wasn’t always a violent unpredictable man , in this moment he was very calm and vulnerable almost timid. This is the Ronnie you knew and wanted everyone else to know too but he didn’t show this side to everyone. He wanted people to fear him and so they did.

You took off his suspenders and then unbuttoned his shirt and pants sliding them both off. You gasped when you saw thick, red , liquid splattered on his chest and shoulders.

“What did you do?” You asked looking up at him. You knew for a fact this blood was not ronnies , he must have gotten into a fight. Ronnie getting in to a fight never ended well for the other guy. Ronald was disqualified from boxing for being too violent , he didn’t know when to stop he just couldn’t control himself.

“Dunno” he chimed.

“Is he dead?” You asked tossing his clothes aside . Ronnie simply shook his head.

“Did anyone see you?” You asked again.

“No” he replied, his voice was so low and gentle.

You left it at that. Whoever he hurt most likely deserved it.

“I’m going to make you some coffee, get in the tub”

You instructed before walking out to the kitchen. preparing the coffee , and grabbing a mug out of the cupboard setting it on the counter before moving into the living room. You grabbed some Blankets and pillows from the ottoman and made him a makeshift bed on the couch.

The smell of strong coffee filled the air a tell tale sign it was ready to be poured.

When you walked back in the bathroom you found Ronnie had done as she told him and gotten in the bath , though he wasn’t washing himself.

“Couldn’t find soap”

he said knowing what you were thinking. Your eyes moved to the edge of the tub where a bar of soap sat untouched.

“It’s right here ro” you said with a sigh.

“Oh” he chimed with a small chuckle.

You set his coffee down and grabbed a wash rag from the linen cabinet.

“Wash the blood off of you” you told him soaping up the rag.

“I can’t move..” he replied.

God, how much did he drink?

You washed him yourself, wiping someones blood away from his chest.

“That feels nice” he commented closing his eyes at the feeling of warm water falling down his skin.

“Drink your coffee ronald”

“Don’t like coffee” he replied.

“Just drink it , it will help the room stop spinning” you said, now washing his back. He began to smell much better.

“You feel it too?” He sighed closing his eyes

They sat in silence , you washed his body and he drank his coffee, looking forward , emotionlessly, at the bathtub faucet the whole time.

“I want to call them “

Ronnie said still staring at the faucet . You sighed

“I don’t know what hotel they’re at Ron .”

You knew by ‘them’ Ronnie meant (F/N) and Reggie

Usually having zero contact with your friend would cause you to have extreme anxiety but you knew (F/N) was with Reggie and while he was still living and breathing no harm would befall her

“I’m ready to get out” Ronnie said suddenly finishing his coffee and standing up.

You couldn’t help but laugh

“Ronald get your dick out of my face”

You tossed him a clean towel and he wrapped around his waist with a smile

“Sorry” he chimed stepping out of the tub

You could tell he sobered up a little but he was still pretty drunk

“Does reg have any clothes here?” He asked

“No but you can borrow a pair of my shorts to sleep in if you want “ you offered , Ronnie nodded and followed you to your room. You walked to your dresser and tossed him a pair of black spandex shorts. He took them into the bathroom and put them on.

In the mean time you finally crawled in bed ready to sleep.

Ronnie walked back in to your room , your shorts looked like black boxer briefs on him

He looked gorgeous in the moonlight , you had a hard time looking away.

“I made a bed for you on the couch” you informed

“I don’t wanna sleep alone” he replied quickly

You were going to tell him too bad but you knew how he felt and honestly didn’t want to sleep alone either.

“Ok you can sleep with me but put the trash can by you in case you need to puke”

He grabbed the bin set it beside the bed and got in with you

“Will you cuddle with me “

he asks laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. You didn’t verbally answer but you moved yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over his waist letting your hand rest on his abdomen

He smelled fresh and his skin was warm and soft from the heat of the bath , it began to rain outside they could smell it in the air that drifted in from the open window

Ronnie pulled you closer and closed his eyes, a minute or so of silence passed before he spoke

“What do you think Reg and (F/N) are doing“

“Honestly probably the same thing we are“

You hummed

Ronnie nodded

A few more minutes of silence passed you listened to the rain that fell on the roof and Ronnie spoke again

“ do you think he’s fucking her?“

“Maybe” you answered honestly.

Reggie was just as gorgeous and beautiful as his brother they were both as beautiful as each other , You certainly would not blame (F/N) if she was fucking reggie

Another minute of silence and rain

“Do you want me to fuck you?“

Ronnie asked his voice still low and quiet

“Yes Ronnie I do, but not while one of us is drunk and the other is sober. We should both be drunk or we should both be sober“ you said

Ronnie hums in agreement, this made sense to him and he would never pressure you into anything.

“Thank you for letting me in“ he chimed

You waved this off, you knew if the situation was on the other foot Ronnie would’ve done the exact same thing for you , Ronnie would’ve stopped the world for his brother And his friends.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breathing that he was falling asleep the deep cadence of his breath in his chest made you want to fall asleep too you felt his fingers trace shapes on your lower back as you stroked your thumb across his abs you both fell asleep to the sound of the rain

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 7: Bondage

Ronnie Kray x GN! Reader

Summary: Letting Ronnie try out something new.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Rough

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Watching as he pulls out a rope from a drawer, he then faces your naked body, telling you of a surprise all night, but this was beyond your imagination. Gently taking your arms, starting to lop, and tighten the rope around your wrist.

Hunger was written all over his face, while the white rope bound your wrists together, feeling soft as it held them tightly. Ronnie's cigar had only been put out a few minutes ago, but still, the smoke lingered in the air, reminding of him.

Looking up into his focused eyes quickly, they meet yours, causing you to look away, biting your lip. His dark stare shocked a rush in your feeling as your face got hot.

Finishing up, he pulls onto the rope, causing you to look. A small smile lines his lips before raising your arms, then pushing you watching as you fall onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed then holding your bound hands up, looking into your eyes, lips meeting yours roughly while his hand gently ran down your arms, starting the long night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[brooklynislandgirl]

Your answers to the LGBT muse meme whatsit were fascinating and I'm SO curious -- was there a specific moment Beth clocked that her feelings towards Ron had shifted towards romance, or was it a gradual building up of things or...?

Thank you, darling. We appreciate that. Though she's grown in some ways and changed in others from the moment of her conception on far distant, actual paper shores, I've striven to be true to her and to her internal consistency. That being said. I would have to say as with all things deeply emotional with Beth, it was gradual as arctic ice. The very first minutes of their meeting were deeply fraught with not a small amount of terror. His mien, his vocal timbre, maybe the gun...certainly didn't foster any more truer feelings than fear, regret, and maybe a little exasperation for even finding herself in the path of Hurricane Kanuha. Quickly though he put her at ease well enough with a Claude, a fire place, and a lovely cuppa on a cold, rainy, and nerve destroying night. Riley will probably shank me for saying this but I don't think he would have been unfazed with Cellar-Ron. I know she felt terror again to come face to face with a certain Panini in place of her flower growing, chocolate flake sharing publican, and the immediate worry for his absence, made only slightly less harrowing by the letters they wrote during Ron's mental health recuperation. There has always been a notable difference between the Twins for her. I maintain she can spot a Ronnie at a hundred paces in difference to Reg, and she a: finds Ron to be the more attractive brother, the taller one, the broader one, and generally the better fighting man, bless Frances and all. Perhaps the moment of feelings changing which largely went unnoticed by our intrepid pair came when she would sit on the bar-back and pin him between herself and the counter with her legs, while striving to study for her citizenship application. She'd already decided that Ron was really quite friend-shaped, as lovable and affable as any of the dogs. Forgive me if I don't recall if this was before, during, or after the gift of a Noe in her life, but a sign of deep trust and affection for Beth is to allow anyone to be that close to her scar, that they could reach out and touch it. The scar is both traumatic and kapu in her opinion. Sharks are a man's 'aumakua, and to be so permanently marked by one carries both the taboo and the sacred in the word Kapu and she doesn't really feel comfortable letting anyone, not even Andy, touching it. Maybe the moment of being stricken by lightning, and the moment her heart seized up in wonder, that she saw Ron with entirely new eyes...shaken to her foundations, though, was when John turned up. He was the entire reason she'd come to England in the first place. He'd gotten so deeply under her skin, and maybe because he had been the first to tell her that she was loved {or more correctly, and she'll never admit to this before God or anyone else... she'd asked him to love her, and his reply had been 'God help me, but I do'.} that she'd imagined John being the only one who would. But then Ron defended her when John rejected her as a student and as anything else. He'd stood his ground like some fantastical knight if for no other reason than he could see just how dejected she was, and that was the first time she'd seen him ~Ron~ act like that. And for her. Then there was the boxing event. You know of which I speak, and that was a moment where Beth understood very clearly what the meaning of Want was. She doesn't have a single ounce of self preservation in her body when she can see both Ron and Mr Kray at once.

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Beth and Ron <3

Ships In The Night Meme

Rate: NOTP | Ew | Nah | Alright | Cute | I LOVE them | They are perfect | OTP | THEY ARE MY BEAUTIFUL, SWEET CHILDREN AND I SHALL PROTECT THEM AS THEIR MOTHER

Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

If Ronnie and Beth find themselves abed at the same time - which is an occasionally rare thing if the heat's sending Ron up the wall or either of their medication regimens is making sleep/general comfort impossible - and the mood's right for a snuggle, Ron's usually the one who tugs his slight and dusky counterpart into the curve of his body rather than Beth curling round him from behind. Rare's the day the reverse comes to pass. If it does, something's beyond off in Ron's world.

Adult!Verse heights

Ronnie's somewhere between 5'7 and 5'10 depending on how closely you'd like to imagine him resembling his real life counterpart (who was a stately 5'7.5 foot in his socks. Beth most often starts her day at 5'0 (5'1 if the day's beginning includes a dancing to the radio interlude and she ends up stood light as a bird on Ron's feet while they sway) and can end particularly tasking ones at 4'11 and a sneeze.

Who falls asleep while watching romcoms?

"Bold'a yah t'assume I sleep!" burbled Mr Sudden Laughter.

Who suggests watching romcoms?

See, without a nudge in their direction Ron isn't much of a romcom type of fella. He's more a historical drama or documentary sort. So the nudge may need to come from Beth, ever a particular title caught her fancy. He'd watch along contentedly though, and if he enjoyed the genre particularly there's nothing to say Ron wouldn't peruse the shelves of his preferred streaming service.

Who makes all the decisions?

"Neivah." There's a finality and a distaste in the word for the very notion that there might be some kind of imbalance of sway, will or power in his relationship with Beth. It leeches into the furrow of Ron's brow and the set of his shoulders. "Th'word's egalitarian. She 'n I, we's th'same. Ain't no imp'asition ov will or nuffin' like it. If th'decision's f'us as a couple, we decide t'gevah."

Who carries the other one to bed when they fell asleep on the couch?

Laughter's implication escapes through a huff. "She'd 'av a job 'eftin' us up on 'er shouldahs, bless 'er. If there's carryin' t'do, s'my arms, my back, my shouldahs tha' 'old 'er."

Who proposes?

"THAT" Ron said. "Would be absalutely tellin'..."

Will they have a big wedding?

A similarly secretive cast endures in Ron's expression, and he shakes his head mutedly once, twice...But then, the presence of his twin brother encroaching suddenly, the gears switch visibly. He enlivens, new energy in his hands, his expression, the rakish grin tugging his lips back off his teeth--

"M'a Kray, ain't I! We don't do fings li'le. It'd be St Pauls prob'ly. All'a East Lahndan invited, Reg as me best man...Yeah."

All that sounded like Hell, but facades were there for keeping.

"Yeah" Ron repeated, his hopes pinned on sounding like Reg thought he should. "--It could get massive."

Who accidentally eats all the popcorn while sharing a box?

@Beth

Who pays for dates?

"Once upon a time I would insist" Ron said. "Bu' since we settled in t'gevah we eivah split th'bill or take turns payin'. Neivah ov us struggles f'cash, so treatin' th'ovvah's more a gesture 'ov affection than anyfin-- Not tha' it weren't b'fore."

Who’s the most romantic?

Ron's head wobbles slightly from side to side in a kind of I'm weighing up that question gesture. Endless examples of their specific kind of romance flicker by - everything from making a simple but delicious dinner together, long walks with the dogs hand in hand, heady tears enjoyed in shared glee through all of Covent Garden's bespoke eateries and store-fronts, to morning sways to music, surprise visits to each other's place of work on a lunch break to deliver a sweet treat, carnal nights...

A smirk flickers onto Ron's lips.

"--Egalitarian" he says. "We're much th'same."

Random headcanon

Ron isn't the best with spelling and grammar - the legacy of spending much of his school life working to help support his mum and siblings - and his handwriting when he's putting down his own thoughts or words on paper can be anything between passable-ish to fucking appalling. However, when he's copying down a menu onto a chalk board, or decorating that board with lettering that he's got a reference picture for, he's actually quite the artist. "It ain't writin', is it" he's commented when the discrepancy's been pointed out. "M'drawin'...S'different."

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"Phone call" - Ronnie Kray x reader

I was requested this on Wattpad. I hope you like this. It's been a minute since I've written anything so idk how to feel about this. Anyway, guys we hit 800!!! I honestly can't believe it. Absurd. Thank you so much for reading my crappy stuff tho lol. I really appreciate it. I’m going away for a week ish and I won’t have any wifi or anything so I won’t be able to post. But I am working on something, so don’t worry :)

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Amidst her chaotic everyday life, there were few things that allowed y/n to keep her feet on the ground and take a break from her routine. One thing was her weekly updates with her best friend. Some weeks they happened more than once if something especially juicy went down but the bare minimum was once a week.

So there’s where she was one a fine autumn afternoon. On her favourite sofa, waiting for Ron to get home so that she could get supper started, as Sophia was catching her up to the latest.

“Seriously though, Soph, it was bound to happen.” She pointed out once Sophia finished her story.

“You think? I thought she’d never work out the courage to leave him.”

“I don’t think it’s about courage but survival. She just couldn’t go on like that and I mean, can you blame her?” Y/n tried to let her see her point but she knew that Soph had a very different mindset to hers when it came to these things.

“I don’t know, I guess this is one of those situations where you don’t know how you’d react until you’re in it yourself.”

“Nah, if I was her I’d left him a long time ago.”

“You always do this y/n, it’s easy to be this rational when it’s not your feelings that are involved.” Sophia snappily pointed out effectively getting on y/n’s nerves.

“Just listen to me, okay?” Rolling her eyes, she set out to explain herself. “Let’s say that this was me and Ron. I’m in the house, all by myself 24/7, every day of the week. My husband is at work and I understand that he needs to work to provide for us. But didn’t he made a promise to be there for me too?” It was rather a rhetorical question but she stopped as if she was waiting for Sophia to answer anyway. “So I talk to him, trying to make him see that I’m lonely and that I miss him. At first, he’s sweet and nice and gets home in time for dinner. A week passes and we’re back at it again, me alone and in a relationship with his house rather than him. A month goes by and what? I hear rumours that he’s been seen dining and going out with the same lady numerous times? And I’m still here at home waiting for him?” She didn’t think there was anything to add to prove her point but she did anyway. “I strongly disagree Soph. Marriage is about sharing your life with another person. A life filled with their love and presence. If they’re not there then I don’t want to be in that relationship anymore.” She finished her speech waiting to hear Soph’s opinion when instead she was met with the sound of a disconnected call.

“Hello?” Too busy in her rant she hadn’t heard that Ron had come back home and that it was his finger that had disconnected the call.

“Don’t you think I should be the first one to learn that you want to dump me?” And since she was none the wiser about his presence in the house, his thundering tone made her jump in surprise.

She turned to him in a rush and relaxed one she registered that it was only him. Only to be put off again by his furrowed expression.

“What are you talking about?”

“I should ask you the same question, shouldn’t I? Since when do you feel in a relationship with my house? And by the way, I thought this was OUR house.”

“Ronnie, you don’t understand-”

“Yes, I don’t. ‘Cause I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you.”

“But you want to leave me? Jesus Christ woman, I’m supposed to be the nutter.”

“I don’t want to leave you! Ron-” she tried to explain but he interrupted her yet again.

“Then what was that?”

“If you would shut up and let me talk, I’ll explain,” she couldn’t help it, she raised her voice. She knew that Ronnie didn’t like loud noises but frustration got the best of her.

The two stared at each other, taking the other in while getting a hold of themselves at the same time. Then Ron gave her the scene, with a wave of his hand.

“It wasn’t you, I was talking about on the phone.” She started but halted at Ron’s unconvinced raised eyebrow. He did hear his name leave her lips. He was not stupid, thank you very much.

“Alright, I did say your name but it was only to prove a point. To make an example.” But Ronnies was still not convinced.

“Helen left his husband.” She said like it explained everything. But those words meant absolutely nothing to Ron. Who was Helen? He didn’t know and he didn’t even care. Should he? He didn’t think so.

“It had been a long time coming but Sophia thought otherwise. She said that I was just being too rational and that it wasn’t that simple so to make her understand I listed Helen’s problems and what I would do if it would have happened to me. That’s why I said your name.” She concluded.

Going over what she had, Ron thought that it quite added up but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel conscious of their relationship now. He could see that she was telling the truth but somehow that didn’t help. And since y/n knew him well, she could see that.

“None of the things I said applied to us, Ronnie,” she addressed him now with a softer tone. Crunching beside the chair he was sitting on, she took his hand in hers and looked for his eyes. He always told her that sometimes words were superfluous and that eyes could be a lot more expressive and exhaustive than we thought. Y/n had never thought she could be quite as eloquent with her eyes than she was with her words but a while into their relationship, she found out that when it came to certain things, things that seem so complicated but are actually so simple, she really could say what she needed to with just a look. Whether it was, “I’m not really angry but you should give me a kiss to say sorry anyway”, or “shut up Ron and follow my lead” when they were around people they didn’t know well and Ron was beginning to scare them away, or “I swear that if you say another word you’ll be sleeping on the couch” during an argument, but also “I wish I knew the words to express what I’m feeling right now so that you could understand how special you are to me” in those private moments they shared after dinner, in the comfort and privacy of their home.

“So you don’t feel like you’re in a relationship with my house?” Was Ron’s quiet reply when he finally met her eyes.

“I helped pay for this house too, so it’s our house, thank you very much.” He snickered knowing what she said to be true.

“Besides, apart from when we’re both at work, we’re always together so how do you think I could ever be lonely?” She observed trying to get him out of that grey zone she knew he always pulled in and out from.

“How are saying that I’m clingy now?” Ah, here he is.

“Never. I didn’t marry you to be alone, did I?” Was y/n's olive branch. But Ronnie had believed her and to assure her that they were good, he sealed it all with a kiss.

[bubblyani]

The Pencil Skirt

(Ronnie Kray x Reader)

A Ronnie Kray One Shot

Rating: Mature

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

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

He had you, right where he wanted you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confidence in yourself in every way.

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

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

“You alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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An hour later

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

Nervously, you cleared your throat.

“Where is everyone?”

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

The meeting, you remembered. Of course.

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

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

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

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

You froze. 

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

Until today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had you, right where he wanted you.

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

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

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

His touch, it made you wince, it made you moan softly. It claimed his power over you, even though he still remained to be seated. “Don’t look away!”Ronnie said, “Look at me!” He commanded, when he noticed your involuntarily need to close your eyes in response.

With much bravery, you gazed back at him.

Finally, you found yourself understanding his language. And you knew, a few minutes more of his silent conversations, would surely drive you to the point of heated arousal, that will not fade so quickly.

“Mr. Kray....” you began.

“Ronnie...” he corrected.

“Ronnie...” you amended, eyes not leaving his as he slowly got up,“I’m afraid we’re going to be late-Ah!”

A gasp was inevitable as you felt him cup your buttocks firmly. Faces only centimeters away, his heated breath fell on your face.

“Well...” Ronnie began, pulling you closer till your body was finally pressed against his.

“....Then I guess they’ll have to just fucking wait...till I’m fucking done with you!” ___________________________________________

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

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

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

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood

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

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

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

“Is that so?”

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

“Are you calling yourself barmy, Mrs Kray?”

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

[Many years before]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I’m Frances-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm lovely yeah.”

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

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

Frances would never be good enough for her little Reggie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?” 

“Good old Frances.” 

“Oh! How is she...?” 

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

“You did not say that to her?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Frances.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ron!” You groan. “Be serious.”

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

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

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

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

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

Those prayers weren’t to be answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘He’s obviously scared of something.’

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

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To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

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

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

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

“With Love, Reggie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[martinandlewislive]

Been thinking about posting Kray/legend/Tom hardy/ Alfie solomons/ peaky blinders Fics on here and also taking oneshot/imagine/fic requests !

I guess let me know in my ask box if you want me to write a specific story for you !

[mostly-imagines]

Kray Sister Becomes a Criminal

They were NOT thrilled

Ever since you were young they’d tried to keep you very far away from any and all crime. 

So it first happened because they were in prison and things with the business were being run into the ground without them.

And of course, being the good sister that you are, you made a small deal with some of their associates to have them loan you money to bail them out. 

Naturally, you didn’t tell them that you were the one that bailed them out, they would have been pissed.

The deal you’d made wasn’t so bad and you’d gotten it all sorted out fairly quickly and discreetly. You’d even found yourself to be pretty good at dealing with the business.

But unfortunately, nothing crime-related really happens around London without them knowing about it

So naturally they found out

At first, Reggie didn’t believe that you’d actually gotten involved. They’d spent years making sure you stayed away from any of their business, there was no way you’d just throw yourself in because they’d gotten penned up again. 

Ronnie on the other hand wasn’t so concerned with what you’d done, so much as who the hell let you do it

Everyone should know damn well by now to leave their little sister out of things, and as far as he was concerned, he had someone to kill now. 

After a while they sort of warm up to the idea, mostly ‘cause you didn’t give them much of a choice, but only because they insisted that any business you do deal with be as legal and non-violent as possible. 

They still don’t like it, but they deal with it.

[hardyimagines]

Big Mouth

Hiya! First of all, I love your writing, you're without a doubt one of the best Tom Hardy writers out there imo!! I've been having some really big Ron Kray feels lately so I wanted to send you a quick request (: I know it's pretty out of character but I really would love a fic of Ron with a really shy/quiet gf who gets threatened by their enemies or smth and he just gets really protective (I'm a sucker for protective fics) and comforts her. Thank you! (X

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The club was empty. The silence almost deafening as you sat in one of the stools that bordered the bar. The countertop was sticky beneath your forearms, clinging to your bare skin each time you’d accidentally fold your arms and make the mistake of pressing them against the counter. Your lips twitched south into a frown, eyes lifting to the other side of the counter to inspect the length of it. There was a tub of ice. A sink, crammed pack with empty glass dishes. You pondered briefly lifting yourself up and off of the stool so you could move around the counter and wash off your sticky skin, but you didn’t think it polite to go somewhere you didn’t normally. This wasn’t your club, it was your boyfriend’s and his brother’s.

The door in the corner opened and the handsome man, you were lucky to call your’s, emerged. He was dressed down in a pair of dark trousers with a white button-down and a pair of suspenders. His coat was discarded on a table in the middle of the room, wrinkled and draped partially over one chair. His hands were folded over his chest, pinning the black tie he wore to the front of his chest as he sent a glare toward the room. You couldn’t see the remainder of those inside, but you could see Ron clearly and he didn’t look happy. His hand lifted to his glasses, adjusting the thick edge of the frame before he nudged it up and into its rightful place on his nose. You looked toward him, studying his features. His plump lips were always eye-catching, so pink and full. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the space below his forearms, leaving you with a beautiful view of the visible veins that lined his soft skin. He wore a silver bracelet on one wrist and a black watch on the other, a ring circling each of his pointer fingers and one silver ring on his pinky. You lifted your gaze back to his face and shyly straightened because now he was looking at you.

“Alright?” He spoke up huskily, lowly, as if he didn’t want to be heard speaking too loud. You nodded your head once before leaning toward him, small hands fisting in your lap against the navy blue skirt you wore.

“My arms got a little.. sticky.. because of the counter.” Your innocent expression and soft voice made the tough exterior he had on display drop away in the slightest. With the tip of his boot, he knocked the door shut and made his way toward you to further inspect what you were on about. His warm hands lifted to your arms, pads of his thick fingers gliding along your dirty skin.

“Leaned in all the fucking mess, didn’t you?” He shook his head before slowly drawing you off of the stool. The height difference between the pair of you always stunned him. There was a strain forming in his neck muscles because of how often he had his head tipped south to view you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” His hand slid around to the back of the light-colored blouse you wore. Guiding you around the bar counter and toward the sink, he turned the handle so warm water spewed from the faucet. He stuck his fingers beneath the liquid, ensuring it wouldn’t burn you before he kissed the top of your head and moved away from you so he could rummage through the cupboards in search of a bar of soap. You watched him momentarily before slowly sticking your arms beneath the water. Using your fingers to scrub at the liquor on your flesh, you let out a quiet hum and then a light sound of frustration. Ron curled his fingers around the bottle of liquid soap before moving back up behind you and reaching around your form. “Here, love.” You rotated your arms, forearms up, so he could apply some soap to your skin. He set the soap down, hands lifting to your small shoulders before he let his fingers glide down and along your arms, all the way down to wear you hadn’t begun scrubbing just yet. He took over. His thumbs brushed along the soap, repeatedly working into your flesh so he could remove the alcohol that stained your skin. You tipped your head back, ogling him with a slow, appreciative smile. You didn’t need him to help you wash up, but the fact that he’d done so without a care in the world, made you feel all warm and giddy.

The door in the corner opened and Albie poked his head out. His fingers lifted to his face, brushing along his chin before he ushered over his shoulder. “Reg wants you back in here, Ron.” His eyes flickered to you, smiling apologetically. “Won’t be much longer, I don’t think, Richardson’s boys are gettin’ a bit antsy.”

Ron let out a low grumble before moving his hands under the water so he could wash off the soap. Drawing back, he leaned over and pressed his lips against your cheek, lingering before he moved his lips to the corner of your own. You turned your head, lips parting so you could usher him along, but he pressed his mouth against yours and you were left to whimper, turning completely toward his body so you could kiss him thoroughly.

Ron let the kiss linger for as long as you wanted. He set his damp hands on your curvy hips, slowly beginning to draw you into his chest. The kiss deepened the longer that your lips stayed connected and because you felt too shy to pull away first, you wrapped your arms very slowly around his middle and relished in the feeling of his mouth moving against yours.

Albie let out a quiet sigh before looking back into the room. His eyes locked on to Reggie’s, ushering him over. Reggie didn’t hesitate. He brushed his fingers along the length of his jaw before moving toward the doorway.

“Ron?” He growled, the second that his eyes latched on to the pair of you. “Mate, I need you in here.” Ron lifted his finger, telling his brother to just wait for a second. His hand then lifted to the back of your thick locks, stroking them lazily before he brought the kiss to a close. Adjusting his glasses because they’d once again fallen down the bridge of his nose, he motioned for you to carry on with washing your arms before he twisted around and headed for the room. Reggie sighed quietly before looking toward you with a reassuring smile. He didn’t mean to snatch his brother away for meetings like the one taking place, but he was needed — especially when important things were being said.

Albie closed the door quietly, leaving you alone on your own once again. Twisting the little silver handle to turn off the water once you’d finished cleaning up, you grasped some napkins from the corner and dried off the length of your wet skin. The paper towel in your hand shriveled the further that you wet it so when it was no longer useable, you tossed it into the black bin in the corner. The lid was propped open so the napkin fell inside willingly.

Moving out from behind the bar, you dropped down on the cushion you’d been perched on before and let your eyes roam the interior of the club. It was filthy, in desperate need of a thorough scrub. The floors were gross, covered in spilled drinks just like the counter and the tables had so many bottles and glasses on the surfaces, you had an urge to help clean. Why not help take some of the stress off of your boyfriend’s shoulders?

The little voices in your head told you to just sit still. Stay in place. Ron was a big boy and he could handle cleaning up. You were positive that they had someone come in in the mornings to clean up the mess from the previous night anyway. Lifting your hand to your neck, you scratched it lazily before heaving a quiet sigh. Rotating around on the stool, you hunched over the bar and lifted another napkin. Balancing on the rail of the stool, you turned on the sink and wet the napkin just enough so that you could wipe down the counter in the spot where you were sat. You didn’t want to end up with sticky forearms again.

The door in the corner opened and who was the first to pile out?

A small man with a big head emerged from the room first. He had a sickening smile and a head full of blonde hair, greasy and in desperate need of a wash. His blue eyes fell to your bum, evident and on display as you leaned over the bar to continue to wet the towel — clearly oblivious to his sudden appearance.

“Fuckin’ hell.” The accent was thick. You felt uncomfortable because of his words and even more uncomfortable when you rotated around to inspect him. His eyes hadn’t lifted from your rear. Dropping back down in the chair, you let a little frown slide across your lips. Ron was nowhere in sight. Neither was Reggie. Nor Albie. Your eyes moved from his face to the next man’s and then the next.. they were all Richardson’s men.

Ron was sat at the table in the corner, fingers pinched around the cigar in his hand as he listened intently to what Reggie had to say. His brother was sat with his legs spread wide and his hands banging lightly against the table to mark each and ever one of his points. Albie was stood by the table, hands in his pockets as he listened in. He was oblivious to the fact that Jack was ushering the men out of the back and directly through the room you were sat in — all on your own. Ron sighed heavily, hand pressing against his forehead before he pushed his chair back. “Alright, mate, as fun as it is, yeah, sitting here and talking about all the stressful shit that we’ve got to worry about. I am in need of some food, right, and a hot shower. Gonna get going, take the girl on home.” He murmured before laying his hand on his brother’s shoulder, patting it.

You shuffled your weight on the stool before sliding off of the seat. Making movement to get behind the bar, you stiffened when a man at the front with gray hair and a snaggle tooth lunged toward you. He locked your wrist in his tight grip and held you in place.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this, all on your own?” You lowered your hand to gently push his away. You didn’t want to be rude. You didn’t want to upset the blokes. You didn’t even know them. But you didn’t want to just stand as stiff as a board.

“Look at her, she’s shaking.” Another piped up with a snarl and then a husky laugh. Your body felt hot and your lower lip was beginning to tremble unnoticeably. You clamped your teeth down on the pink flesh, gnawing on it to try and hide how uncomfortable you were beginning to feel.

“She has to be Reggie’s little playmate. After what happened to Frances, he’s bound to be looking for someone to distract him.” Your eyes darted from man to man, heart aching at the words they said. But you didn’t have the bravery to confront them. You didn’t have the bravery to defend your boyfriend’s brother. You felt like you were suffocating in the small space. You wanted to spit in the man’s face, tell him that you were actually dating Ron.

“She ain’t Ron’s, he’s a fucking poof.” The grey-haired man sneered. Your hand stung at the thought. You wanted to slap the man so hard your hand would burn. You shut your eyes and clenched your jaw when the bloke stood directly against you placed his hand on your stomach. “Wonder if Reggie don’t mind sharing?” He whispered before leaning in and placing his lips against your ear. His breath made you want to gag. You hardly turned your head to the side before he grasped ahold of your face and yanked it back toward his own. Your eyes were watery, glistening with fear, but deep down you knew the man wouldn’t do much else than this. The Kray’s were in the room right there, they’d kill him if he dared move that hand any higher.

Or maybe they’d kill him for even daring to approach you.

The look on Ron’s face when he emerged was enough to make you cower in place for the rest of the men in the room. Nobody warned the bloke with his hands on you, for there wasn’t really any time. Ron had a quick stride, breathing like an angry bull as he stomped up behind the bloke and wrapped his hands in the collar of his shirt. He hauled him back and threw him against the floor, hands curling eagerly into tight fists.

Reggie stepped up though, hand pressing against Ron’s chest. “Easy,” He growled out. “Hang on, yeah, calm down.” Patting his brother’s shoulder, he attempted to try and make Ron see the bigger picture — and that was that they really didn’t need any violence to arise right now. Not after what they’d just been discussing in the room about truces and common ground. The look in Ron’s eye, though, told his brother that he didn’t care about anything that had just been said or agreed on.. he wanted the bloke on the floor to suffer for placing his hand on you. He hadn’t heard much of what had been said — but maybe that was a good thing. You shivered by the bar before slowly inching away from the group of men and toward the farthest side of the counter. Ron was oblivious. All he saw was red. Everything sounded garbled and distorted. He could only focus on what he wanted right now — and with that in mind, he pushed past his brother and toward the man on the floor. Dragging him up just enough, he sent his fist into the side of the man’s face, ring indenting in his flesh before he repeated the motion. Reggie licked his lips, unsurprised in the slightest that Ron hadn’t listened. He set his hands on his hips before looking toward Big Pat who was stood with his arms folded over his chest, waiting to be instructed in escorting everyone out. The second he was summoned, he set his hand on the pocket of his jacket, ready to withdraw his revolver if need be.

“Alright, fucking bastards, you know where the exit is.” His words were whispered under his breath, hand ushering and urging each of them toward the door in the corner, everyone apart from the man at Ron’s mercy. Ron had his teeth bared and his eyes were so angry. He looked like a completely different person. Reggie exhaled quietly before looking toward you. He didn’t understand how a relationship had formed between you and his brother. You were the complete opposite of the man.

Ron was angry, mean, big, hateful. He didn’t care about anyone or anything — apart from his family, and you. He held no pity for anyone else in the world. No sympathy. He was off his fucking rocker, as Reggie had once been told. A crazy man, capable of doing so much damage.

You were sweet. Innocent. Pure. Small. Too good for the world you lived in. You cared about too many people, your heart surely didn’t have room for anyone else. You held so much sympathy for the silliest things, Reggie was astounded you’d ever even bothered to talk to Ron. How could someone so good love someone so bad?

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Months and months ago...

The rain fell heavily, soaking whoever dared venture out in it and whoever had already been out, daring to walk beneath the dark clouds which were bound to open at any second. You’d dipped into the first building you’d come across, wet from head to toe. Your clothing was stuck to your body, glued to you. Your hair was wet, flat, and you should’ve been frustratingly uncomfortable. But you’d entered the shop with a wide grin, a very soft, sweet expression that had lured Ron in from the second you’d said hello.

“I’m so sorry to barge in.. are you open?” The room was empty. Nobody inside apart from the twins. Ron was at a table, sorting through the money and Reggie was at the bar, inspecting the inventory of alcohol. The men were speechless. The door should’ve been locked.

Reggie opened his mouth to say no, but Ron beat him to it. He was at least going to offer you the shelter despite the fact that their club was, in fact, closed, but Ron didn’t seem, at first, like he was going to offer the same thing. The rain was falling so heavily, Reggie didn’t think you’d even be able to see where you were going. And nobody else would be open at this hour. The Kray’s had just closed.

“No. You’d best be on your way out.” Ron uttered, voice muffled by the cigar he held between his lips. He looked over his shoulder, inspecting you as you pried at a little twig stuck in your hair. You sent him a very kind smile, an apologetic one that told him you understood. No fighting, no questions, no pleading to wait out the storm. You merely tipped your head and tried to apologize again for intruding. Ron hated the little pricks of guilt that stung his heart. He rarely ever felt them. But when you opened the door and he was forced to listen to the heavy pelts of rain beating against the pavement, he halted you. “You know,” He called out. “you’d be a bit foolish if you actually left. You’ll catch your death out there.” He uttered nonchalantly before looking back toward the money. Reggie didn’t say a word. He was stunned his brother had told you to get out, basically, and then had invited you to stick around all because you weren’t fussing. He shook his head before moving out from behind the counter.

“Sit down if you’d like, yeah, can I get you anything to drink or...?” Your head shook softly. You didn’t want to be difficult and you certainly hadn’t selected their establishment in hopes of getting any sort of beverage out of it. You adjusted your wet blouse before looking toward your hands. You approached the chairs in the corner, shyly lowering yourself down into one. Ron kept a close eye on you from his peripheral, noting the way you sat down, stayed quiet and didn’t dare do or say anything impolite. He tongued his cheek. A lot of women who wound up here talked the Kray’s ears off or babbled about the changes they could make to the club. He found himself growing to be just a little interested in you, but not enough to strike up a conversation, just enough to ogle you discreetly.

He had no idea that the quiet gal sat to his left, at a table all on her own, would soon become someone that he wouldn’t be able to get off of his mind — and would make a permanent place in his heart.

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Ron was stood behind the bar, washing the blood off of his knuckles. You were pretty sure his pointer finger was broken, for it was crooked and the ring he wore didn’t look straight. Your touch was gentle as you brushed your fingers along his wrist, doing your best to help clean him up, like he’d done for you earlier.

Reggie was outside, tending to the bleeding body which had been left behind. He wrote a note and shoved it into the bloke’s pocket, reminding Charlie that if he didn’t want his men to be returned to him damaged, they should really watch their mouths and really watch they put their hands.

“Does that hurt?” You asked very softly. He almost hadn’t heard you. His knuckle was purple and already bruising. Drawing his hand toward you, you did your best to wipe off all the blood without causing him any pain. Ron’s eyes were glued to you, heart skipping a beat each time you glanced up at him.

��M’sorry I left you on your own.” He grumbled out before moving his hand to rest on your arm. “Didn’t even know the blokes had left the room, until I glanced over my shoulder and they’d all piled out.” He let out a quiet sigh before pulling you toward him so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders. “He didn’t.. hurt you?”

Your head shook lightly. “He just said things.” You told him quietly. Your jaw was actually a little sore from the grip that the man had had, but you didn’t want to be too whiny.

“Things worth repeating?” Ron inquired. His hand moved from your shoulders, down and around to your waist. He pulled you in until your chest bumped his own, blue eyes unmoving from your own.

“No..” You whispered softly.

He could see you were still shaken up. Whether it was from what was said or how you were touched, he didn’t know. But he did know that you weren’t good with words, he had to read you in order to understand you — and lucky for him, you tended to wear your heart in the watery pools on your face. Leaning forward, he stole a very delicate kiss from you.

“Let’s get you home, mh?” He knew you felt just a little safer when you were in a space that you felt comfortable in. His hand fell to your own, locking around it tenderly.

“Could I.. um..” It took you a moment to speak, but he didn’t rush you. Leading you out from behind the bar, he grasped his coat off of the table and drew it on to his body. Retrieving yours from the rack in the corner, he drew it on to your shoulders and fastened the front closed. “stay around yours tonight?”

It was very rare for you to spend the night with Ron. He was hardly ever home to sleep, but when he was, he made sure to tell you. Tonight, there was no indication that he’d even be there, but because of how shaken you were, he’d make sure he was by your side for as long as you wanted him to be. Everything between the pair of you was actually quite innocent, he was never rough or harsh with you. Even sex. He was a lot more gentle with you than he’d ever been with another human being in all his life. He didn’t ever want to cause you any harm.

“You don’t have to ask me.” He whispered before guiding you out of the club. His hand was secure around your own, gentle as he held you close.

“I know.. I just..” You looked up at the man. Smiling shyly because you knew that you didn’t have to voice your thoughts any further, you pulled your bottom lip in and stared down at the rocky pavement.

Ron was entirely too good to you. He was always so patient, understanding.. he was a meanie to most, but he was so sweet to you. Your heart hurt a lot of the time because you didn’t actually understand how it was possible to love someone so much.

The walk to his home was quiet. Reggie had stayed back behind at the club with Albie and he’d probably be there for another few hours, tending to what still needed to be finished. Your arms swung between the pair of you, voices soft when you’d talk, but for the most part you didn’t say too much. He wasn’t much of a talker unless he was mad and you weren’t much of a talker in general.

Ron slipped the key to the door in the slot before twisting it and unlocking the small house. Nudging the door open, he waited for you to step inside before he followed along behind. Shutting the door quietly, he locked it back before setting his keys on the little table in the corner. Drawing off his jacket, he hung it on the hooks that were nailed in the wall before he did the same to yours once you’d rolled it off your shoulders. Following you toward the flight of stairs, he let out a heavy grunt now and then, hands locked around the rails at he ascended the flight behind you.

The house was always warm. Cozy. And it smelled like honey and maple. You brushed your fingertips along the wallpaper, stroking the length of it with a lazy smile before you turned the handle and opened Ron’s door. Moving into the room, you brushed your hands off on your blouse before dropping down on the edge of his bed. He moved in directly behind you, closing the door the second he was inside. A little yawn left his lips, a sound that made you feel all gooey because he managed to make something so simple, so cute. The man pulled off his glasses and set them on the vanity in the corner before beginning to unbutton the front of his shirt. The material was stained with blood, splatters of it marking the fabric. He needed to put it in the wash as soon as possible because he didn’t have many white shirts. He let the fabric hang open, completely unbuttoned, leaving the front of his chest on display as he moved around the room. You bit your cheek softly, attempting to keep your eyes anywhere apart from the soft, muscular skin usually tucked away behind the thin material.

The bed was comfy as you adjusted yourself on the edge of it. It creaked beneath the shift in weight, drawing Ron’s attention to you. “Feeling alright, yeah, not too shaken up?” The man paused beside the vanity and used the two of one shoe to press against the heel of the other. Drawing off each of them, he kicked them into the corner before moving toward you. The space between your knees was barely visible, but Ron took it upon himself to kneel down in front of you and rest directly in front of your legs. “You know that I’d never let anybody hurt you?” He whispered. The words were comforting, they left you feeling giddy and warm. You nodded simply to his words before lifting your hands to his strong shoulders. Stroking them slowly, you studied your handsome boyfriend before leaning in and pressing a very light kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I know..” your voice was hardly audible.

“S’a bit weird. Going from a life where I didn’t really give anybody the time of day, yeah.. and now you’re here and I can’t seem to think about anything apart from you.” He murmured. Laying his hands on your sides, he used his broad body to wiggle himself forward and between your knees. You inhaled breathily, taking your time to open your legs and allow him to get as close as he possibly could. He locked you in a secure embrace, pink lips brushing along your chin. “I love you, you know, I’m.. I can’t think of what life would be like if I didn’t have you.”

“Quieter.” You joked with a giggle. Cupping his cheeks, you traced the underside of his eyes with your thumbs, admiring him and the little smile that tickled his lips. Ron let out a soft snort before pushing himself in even closer. Laying his head against your chest, he shut his eyes. “I love you too.” You responded after a few moments. Laying your hand on the back of his head, you brushed through his strands, caressing them before you shut your eyes and savored the moment.

“The Richardson’s, right, they think you’re just some.. toy that they can play with. I don’t want you ever letting any of them get too close. You call for me. Always. Alright? I’ll come running.” He frowned before drawing back so he could stare up at you. He wasn’t sure why you hadn’t shouted for him earlier, at the club, but he was sure it had something to do with a block being in your throat and your anxiety preventing you from calling out to him. He didn’t blame you. He just wanted to remind you. He was just a shout away. He stole a very gentle kiss before lifting himself up and off of the ground. “I need a shower, love, so you can stay here, mh? Or you can join me.” His eyes were honest, shimmering with his feelings as you scanned his gaze. He truthfully didn’t mind if you just wanted to lay down and get some rest, but he wasn’t surprised when you stood from the bed and locked your tiny form around his own, a sign that you were indeed joining him for a shower.

Ron couldn’t help the smile that agitatingly tugged at his lips. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t prevent the stupid twitch of his lips from happening. He led you out of the bedroom and into the door across the hall. The bathroom was so bright, but it was because everything inside was such a clean-colored white. Pristine. Ron leaned into the shower, twisting the nozzle so that the hot water fell from the showerhead. He drew off his shirt, tossing it into the dirty cloths basket in the corner before he got to work on his trousers. You were unmoving, fingers nervously fisting in the front of your blouse before you swallowed down the nerves and did your best to undress... but at a very very slow pace. Ron was in his boxers before you’d even wiggled out of your shirt. It was no secret that you liked for him to do the undressing because it somehow took the pressure off of you, so when you shrunk toward him, he asked no questions. His fingers curled in your blouse, rolling the material up and along your tummy before he drew it off of you completely and tossed it in the same bin. Beneath his stare of approval, you couldn’t help but grow just a little more confident. He leaned down, catching your lips in the middle for a slow kiss, as his hands fell to the zip on your skirt, pulling it down so you could shrug the material down and off of your hips and thighs. The pair of you were locked around each other before you could get out of your underwear, so Ron didn’t hesitate at all before scooping you up and into his arms as if you were nothing but a toddler. He cradled you with so much easy, strong hips steadying you as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a monkey. He stepped under the hot water, allowing it to soak your underwear along with his own. He didn’t care. The fabric was getting washed anyway.

You fisted your hands in the back of his hair and pressed your lips, wet from the pouring water, against his own. Smiling into his gentle pecks, you let out a breathy hum before moving your face to the side so you could bury it into his neck. Throughout the course of the shower, he knew things would grow to be heated and the clothing that was still stuck to your bodies would eventually been discarded on the tile. Right now, he knew you just wanted to be held. Loved on. Protected. And he didn’t blame you in the slightest. He’d never let anyone or anything hurt you in anyway.. things had only happened earlier because Jack, of all people, had let the fucking men out and into the main portion of the club where they were not meant to be. Ron was going to be extra alert from now on. His hands brushed along your back, stroking it lazily as he stained the memory of your little form locked around his own in his brain. He never wanted to forget times like this.. they were so simple. So boring, probably. But they meant everything to him. It was such a private moment, one that he cherished. He’d never be able to voice how much he truly loved you because the words to describe something so indescribable just didn’t exist. But he loved you. That was the most he could say. He loved you. And he’d protect you forever.

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[iamkatehardy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I tried to ask, but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to.”

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

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

“Ronnie, you really didn’t have to!”

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

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

“Are you serious?” – You chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ron! That was disgusting.”

“I’m sor…”

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

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

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