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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years

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The Price You Pay - Part 4

Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

[TPYP Masterlist]

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Life as a college student isn’t always easy, so when the opportunity to make some money by pretending to date your best friend’s sister arise, you decide to take it.

Tags: fake dating, paid dating, jealousy, possessiveness, Pietro’s bestie, darkish!wanda, no Avengers, bad life decisions, college!au, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, divorced!parents, Vision is kind of a dick, other mcu characters apparition, no proofreading (lemme know if im missing something)

Warnings: Bad language, alcohol consumption, some violence, smuttyfruity (so, 18+, minors dni, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, orgasm delay (r receiving), restraints (r receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), fondling (r receiving), making out), pay for sxx

A/n: sorry for the delay, between the surgery and the cat fleeing, i had a hard time getting the energy to write especially with smut. So I'd really like to have feedback and everything, it would really help get me back on the saddle. I love yall friends <3

Tag List: @red1culous @sayah13 @princess-kennys-rats @marrymemcgrath

After what had happened, you decided to avoid Wanda for a bit, and it worked. Until it didn't. Your doom came in the form of a text on a beautiful Thursday morning. You just came out of the pool when you checked your phone and saw the light flash a few times, telling you you had a message. You grabbed the device and frowned when you saw who texted you.

[09:43 am - Wanda] I need your services for tonight

The message was simple and direct, and it almost made you forget why you were avoiding Wanda in the first place. But the feeling at your core from simply reading her name was quick to remind you what had happened. This put you in a delicate position. You wanted - needed, even - the money to spare you pride, but you were starting to doubt Wanda's intentions. Did she really need you? And more importantly, could you deal with the consequences of whatever game she seemed to want to play? Because the more you thought about her, and her touch, the more the feelings you used to carry for her showed themselves. And you'd very much like to not end up with your heart broken, thank you.

So now, you had to face a dilemma: what did you put first? Your pride in the face of your family, or your heart?

You found the answer after a few long minutes.

[10:09 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, I'm in. What kind of event is it?

[10:16 am - Wanda] We're going out to a bar with my friends. Vision will be there too

It sounded like a very similar deal than last time, so it should be fine. There was no reason why it would go in weird directions again.

[10:17 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, what time?

[10:37 am - Wanda] I'll get you at 6pm

[10:44 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Okay, cool. See ya

[10:37 am - Wanda] Don't be late

You rolled your eyes, you had no trouble seeing the way she would cock her head to tell you that. Like you'd ever been late before. Maybe you should try to make her wait a bit, just to see what would actually happen. That was a very tempting idea and you played with it a bit, a smile gracing your lips. It would be a good way to get back at her.

So, when the time came and Wanda rang the doorbell, you were still far from ready - or as far as you allowed yourself to be. Which meant that when you opened the door, you were in shorts and a sports bra. She arched an eyebrow when she saw you.

"I thought I told you to be ready."

"I guess you did." You offered her a shrug and walked back inside, leaving the door open for her to follow if she so desired. "The time must have slipped by too fast for me to notice. Guess you'll have to wait a few minutes."

You heard her walk behind you and the door closed right before she pushed you against a wall, not even bothering to turn you around. Your cheek touched the surface as her hands held you there, one against your shoulder and the other on your waist, slowly snaking around you. She was being oddly gentle, even in the way she was keeping you from moving with her strength. It almost drove you crazy, and if she hadn't kept you in place you would have turned around for a needy kiss when her fingers traced around your groin area. She leaned against you, and her lips brushed your ear.

"When I'm paying you, Y/n, I expect you to do what I tell you, or at least to be polite enough to let me know in advance if you won't be able to respect my demands. Am I making myself clear?"

The thought of pushing her some more, just to see where this would go, went through your mind. You were curious after all, and the feeling of her fingers on your skin was intoxicating. It almost made you forget why you actually tried to put some distance with her. But you weren't ready to assume your desires yet. Instead, you licked your lips before you nodded, your throat very dry. "I– crystal."

A smug, satisfied smile answered you, one you couldn't see as long as she kept you pushed against the wall that way. "Perfect. Now go get ready." Slowly she stepped back and freed you, very careful to keep her eyes on you. You finally turned around and were able to see the hunger in her eyes. Incapable of facing her right now, you did what you were told and went to your room to get ready.

A lot of the people you saw at the party were here tonight. Carol and Steve were happy to see you again and welcomed you with open arms, but Vision seemed less than comfortable to have to deal with Wanda and you. You decided to ignore him and just focus on the role you were supposed to play. You realized how easy it was to slip in it, with her possessive arm around your shoulder and her other hand slipping into yours when you weren't drinking. It was different than when she seemed to only want to play with you, almost like she truly cared about you, and it made you feel warm - a very different feeling from the arousal she ignited in you more than once now.

"So, when did you two start dating?" The question brought you back to reality. Natasha looked at the two of you with vested interest, and for a second you started to panic. You were a good liar, but you never got to discuss that with Wanda. But it seemed like she thought about it more than you, since she answered with no troubles.

"Not long after Y/n moved back from her dorm, she had a get together with Pietro and we kept talking into the night long after he fell asleep. And the rest is history."

You remembered spending time with Pietro right after you came back, but the rest was a lie. There never had been any long conversation between the two of you since before this whole fake dating thing you were barely on her radar. The most you got from her were banalities in the form of niceties.

"It's funny, I never imagined you together," Vision chimed in with a wry smile. "You've known each other for years and only now got close? Seems weird to me."

"That's because you never had any imagination, Vis." The blatant barb left a moment of uncomfortable silence in the group. You pinched your lips to hide a snicker and drank some more of your glass.

"I can see it, Wanda had a huge crush on Y/n in high school," Natasha finally said in hope to break the tension, and you choked on your drink, making almost everyone around the table laugh. Wanda sent a murderous glare to her friend who took a very innocent face.

"You did?" You looked at her, not believing it. There was no way, she never showed any interest in you, she barely talked to you at the time. You remembered her calling you an idiot on so many occasions, and complaining about you always being at the twins' place, asking you if you didn't have your own house to be at. At best she considered you a nuisance.

She stayed in control when she answered. "What if I did? We're together now." You couldn't help the big smile that took your whole face, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't let it go to your head, detka."

And for a second, it felt real, like you truly were together as you answered her. "I can't promise anything, you're always so good at feeding my ego." You leaned closer to her with a mischievous smile.

"The things I'd do to make you feel good…" she all but purred at you in an ungodly voice that sent shivers through you. There was a feeling at the pit of your stomach, an instinct that wanted to actually see what she'd do, if she'd stay true to her words. You bit your lip, her eyes falling on the movement, and actually had to lean away when you noticed how close you two were. You couldn't deal with that right now, not in front of everyone. Luckily, the conversation around you had turned to something else.

The rest of the night went smoothly, and you were careful with your alcohol consumption this time. Carol tried to egg you on, but was quickly shut down with a stare by Wanda. There was something fascinating in seeing the ginger impose herself like that to the boisterous blonde with a simple gaze, something that made you crave this kind of attention.

You wondered some more about that desire on your way home from the bar, the silence in the car auspicious to those wandering thoughts. They went back to learning about Wanda's past crush, and a question burned your lips. You wanted to ask about it, but lacked the actual courage to do it in the car, so when the ride came to an end and you walked back in the warmth of the night, you still hadn't said anything.

"Alright. I hope you had a good night," you said in a slightly stilted way, trying to sound professional.

"It's not over yet," she said as she cocked her head. "I'll walk you to your door."

"You sure? I mean, I can–" She simply started to walk towards your door before you could finish your sentence, forcing you to follow. "Okay, walking me to my door. Thanks."

"Don't. I simply want to prolong the night a bit."

You frowned at that. What was it supposed to mean? That she wanted five more minutes or was it something else? You didn't have a lot of time to really wonder more, and you stopped at your doorstep with her, getting your keys out. Just as you started to unlock your door, the heavy gaze of Wanda on you, your curiosity finally got the better of you and you turned to her.

"Was it true?" You asked in a rushed manner, and knowing you needed to give more information for your question to make sense. "That you had a crush on me?"

Wanda raised her eyebrows at that question, from the surprise to see you actually go there. She played with her rings briefly, the only sign of nervousness you see her exhibit around you ever, and finally she sighed before she answered with a low shrug. She didn't like that it had been revealed, but now that it was out of the bag, she had no reason to hide it anymore. "Yes, I did."

Your heart skipped a beat. Her honest answer was as surprising as when you heard it earlier, and you had a hard time wrapping your head around the concept.

"How… why did you–" you stuttered some more before your hand drew your hair back. With a sigh, you shook your head. It was in the past, like your own crush (or so you told yourself) and it was best to leave it there. "Nevermind."

But she wouldn't let you off the hood so easily and she stepped closer to you. "I mind. Why don't you finish your sentence?" She nudged you, her words a hand offered to lead you somewhere, but you had no idea where exactly. You still decided to follow along.

"Why didn't you tell me at the time?" You finally found enough bravery in you to ask, still shy, unable to look at her despite wanting to see her reaction. Her closed index lifted your chin up to force you to look at her in her scarily focused eyes.

"Because I wasn't ready. But now…" she breathed you in closer and your eyes fluttered close when you felt her lips brush yours. "Now I am."

She took your lips and you immediately melted against her, fitting perfectly together. She tried to take a step back to say something, but you hungrily brought her back to you. That simple kiss opened the floodgates of everything you had been feeling in the past and present, and you couldn't resist it anymore.

The second you brought her back to you she slammed you against the door and her kiss became hungry. You moaned against her lips and she swiped her tongue in your mouth, invading it like she owned you. And she might at this point, you thought.

When you separated for air, keeping you from following her again, her dark eyes fell on yours, and then your kissed bruised lips.

"Door. Now," she ordered and you nodded. She let you go and you unlocked the door for good. You barely passed it that she was already all over you, slamming the door behind her before she turned you around to kiss you some more. She pushed you towards the stairs and you almost tumbled over the first step, fumbling back in her arms. "You're so clumsy."

Her voice was hoarse from desire, and it made more warmth spread in you. You finally managed to reach upstairs in between kisses and stops where she would pin you against the wall, her fingers digging in your waist deliciously painfully. You pushed past your bedroom door and the back of your knees knocked on the edge of your bed. You tried to resist the fall but Wanda pushed you down.

"Take everything off," she demanded and you were too possessed by lust to disobey. Your shirt was easy to take off, and the rest slightly more difficult due to you sitting. When it came to your underwear, your hand stalled until she kissed you encouragingly. It was more restrained, softer to reassure you, but you could feel she was holding back. "Do what I tell you before I need to punish you."

You looked up at her towering figure, and swallowed hard. She was beautiful in the moonlight, a crown of light around her, and you felt incredibly vulnerable under her hungry gaze. Still, you slowly took off the last of your clothes, now fully naked. She tilted her head as she evaluated you, her hand putting away a strand of your hair.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" She whispered and you looked away shyly. Or you tried. She grabbed your chin to make you look up at her. "Don't look away, detka."

Whatever self-assurance you usually had fizzled at the way she handled you, and so you simply nodded.

"For whatever is going to happen tonight, I'll need you to use your words. Got it?" She wanted to make you hers, but she needed to know you would be good too, no matter how heated it got.

At first you nodded again but when she arched an eyebrow, you spoke up. "Yeah, got it."

"Good girl." Those simple words elicited tingles in your core. She climbed on your legs and kissed you again, pushing you down on the bed under her, hands on your shoulders. When you reached to put your hands around her neck, she prevented you from doing so by grabbing your wrist. The way it brought her body that much closer to you, even if she was still fully clothed, made you whimper. "Not yet," she ordered.

"But I want to touch you," you complained.

"Soon. Now be a good girl, and don't move your hands."

You swallowed hard, your throat and mouth dry at the order. Touching your partner has always been something you'd do. "I'll try."

She hummed against your neck and bit your skin before she sucked on it. You moaned and threw your head against the mattress. You had to fight to leave your hands down.

"If you disobey, I'll just tie you up and make you beg for me to fuck you." Your eyes opened at the declaration, and at the way her accent reappeared after years without it. Your fingers twitched at the idea of being at Wanda's complete mercy. Was it want? The wetness that came to top the one already there would have you believe it. You almost wanted to disobey her just to see how it would feel, but the idea of begging her made you stop for now, your pride still on the way. "Is that clear?"

You nodded before you remembered she wanted you to use your words. "Yes, it's clear," you struggled to let out in between small moans as her teeth pulled your skin along your neck and your collarbone, leaving reminders of her passage along the way.

When her mouth reached the peak of your breast, you gasped. Her tongue rolled around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of electricity along directly between your legs that you pressed together. You needed her to fuck you so badly.

Your hands reached to her back, and when you touched her skin, her eyes immediately shot up to look at you.

"What did I tell you?"

"But– I–" you were starting to have trouble forming thoughts. "I want you to fuck me. Please," you whined.

She arched an eyebrow. "Do you think that because you beg first I won't tie you up?"

"Wanda…"

She straightened up and took off her belt. "Go to the headboard," she ordered, and you found yourself doing just that. She followed. "Hands up against it."

The way she talked to you, all stern orders, made you want to both fight her and surrender, to ask for more tenderness and more control from her all at the same time. You wanted to play too, no matter how badly you wanted to be fucked, so with a smirk you asked "What if I don't do it?"

She climbed back on top of you. "I'll punish you." It was a simple answer that offered worlds of possibilities. It sounded like rules were being laid down in the lull of your first punishment.

"Will we do that again?" You needed to know before you surrendered yourself. And you wanted her to know you wanted to. For a second, she stopped, like she needed to to be able to process your words.

"We will." This made you want to spur onto her to kiss her, but you understood that you were playing other games right now. So instead you brought your hands up next to the headboard, and she rewarded you with the kiss you wanted. "Good girl."

With expert care, she tied you up with her belt. You never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but still confident. Wanda wanted you. She wanted you and you were ready to give yourself to her.

Your first reflex when she finished tying your up was to test the strength of it, pulling on the knots to try and free yourself. The headboard rattled against your attempt but you were truly tied now. Wanda smirked and her hands trailed your body.

"Tsk, already trying to break away?" She shook her head. "I won't let you, you're all mine now."

You stopped fighting and nodded. "Yeah, all yours."

"That's better." Still straddling you around the waist, she leaned back so her hand could reach behind her, finding your folds with ease. Her fingers slid over it, then as she reached the top went between your folds, brushing against your clit and to your hole, making you moan loudly and try to arch - but she had you pinned. "Oh. You're so wet." She brought her fingers to her mouth and you could see the reflection of your wetness even in the low light. She tasted you with an appreciative hum and closed her eyes. It made you grow more desperate. "I love the way you taste."

"Wands…" you whined, and she opened her eyes to look at you. "Please…"

She smirked some more and leaned close to you. Her lips ghosted over yours. "Please what?"

You tried to move under her, to buck to find any point of friction but you couldn't. "I need you to fuck me. Please. Please Wanda." No matter how much you pulled on the belt, you stayed trapped.

"Such a pretty girl, so polite too." She kissed you hard, her tongue whisking yours away in a deep kiss. "Alright."

She stood up and methodically took off her clothes in turn, and all you could do was watch as she revealed her milty skin, and her beautiful breasts. You were mesmerized by her body, your heart beating wildly at the view. God, you hoped to see it so many more times. Finally, she stepped back on the bed and spread your legs until she could kiss inside your thighs, her teeth grazing your skin. Seeing her face between your legs was a dream come true that ignited passions you thought you got over. Clearly not.

She kissed your fold first before she opened it and licked your juices. You moaned at the sweet release the contact gave you, bucking against her. "My, someone is impatient."

Her arms snaked around your legs and one of her hands fell flat on your stomach, keeping you from moving further. She kept going at you after that, her tongue zeroing in on your clit. She licked and sucked, making you moan louder than before, breathing becoming so hard and fast. She still took her time, slowing down when she felt like you were teetering the edge of an orgasm. It was driving you crazy after all the wait you already went through.

Your legs would start to shake, and you would feel the familiar built up inside of you, ready to release, and she would stop, letting you calm down only to bring you back right where you were.

"Wanda, pl– please, I nee– I– I–" you whined with your eyes shut. "I ca– I can't."

You felt her smile against you, and suddenly there were two fingers entering your cunt with no troubles. You would have came right here and there if not for the surprise, and it actually took very little time when she started to pump in and out. At this point, nothing coherent came out of your mouth anymore.

You could feel the heat build up again, your mind blanking, and you almost expected her to stop here and there, but this time she kept going, and as she did, your orgasm came stronger than it ever did, shattering your mind and body.

She held you as you rode your orgasm, her fingers still in you. She kissed your neck, and once your body unclenched from the pleasure she kissed you deeply. You breathed her in before she let you go, and gasped when she finally vacated your insides. She wanted to make you hers again, the way you looked, dazed, breathless, and a thin layer of sweat on your skin, but you looked already too tired after having spent the night outside. So she undid the belt and your arms fell around her.

She cradled you in her arms and you complied, snuggling against her. God, that felt good. Both the sex and the intimacy right after. But you were so tired… and the way Wanda stroke your hair, and rubbed your arm…

You succumbed to sleep in no time.

When you woke up the next morning, Wanda was gone, and next to your bed there was an envelope. You frowned slightly. It had to be what Wanda owed you for last night, but when you opened it, you noticed there was a lot more than you thought. There was enough for the whole night. Including for the sex. You set your jaw.

What the fuck?

#wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #tpyp fic #idk how to tag

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silverloreley · 4 years

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In your quirky moon/“Days of Moonlight (and) Heroes universe I'm so curious in the future of Usagi giving birth to chibiusa which characters from hero academia was their during the delivery and get to hold her as a baby?

What a cute idea to think about. Just what I needed to distract myself a few minutes from studying, thanks! I ended up making a whole scenery, lol. It’s long, sorry not sorry.

We know Usagi and Chibiusa share the birthday, so there would be some kind of preparations ongoing, even if the main SM cast knows Chibiusa will be born that very day, so they are on the edge and thought about having a party that started the night before so Usagi can blow on the candles at midnight and not have her birthday party in a hospital room.

So, everybody is pretty much there already when Chibiusa, being her precious primadonna-self as ever, decides she’s ready right when her mom is about to start opening the presents.

Mamoru blows up all the expectations about him going to be calm as ever and panics a bit before they manage to get Usagi to the delivery room. Minako would want in, but she’s too excited and Dr Ami kicks her out after about a minute, Rei would be welcome but she’s secretly too on the edge so stays out on her own accord and so do the Outers, even if everybody can see Setsuna would die to go in, but she explains calmly to Eri and Hotaru that they can’t crowd the princess in such a delicate moment in a way that sounds a lot like she’s trying to convince herself at the same time. Makoto ends up going in Minako’s place because someone needs to be there to catch Mamoru if he collapses (it’s only half a joke, the official excuse is to protect Usagi in case any teleporting Villain should have the bright idea to attack then and there).

So, in front of the delivery room, there’s a crowd.

Izuku is two steps from crying - he’s a pro Hero now, he can’t be seen crying like a fountain all the time - but he’ll definitely cry when he’ll see the baby later on, and they have to take Chibiusa from him because they’re worried he could drown the newborn. Ochako is very tempted to laugh, but the way he deals with it all is actually cute so she’s conflicted. She sticks by his side while they wait, along with Iida and Tsuyu.

Kirishima starts all hyped out, but Iida keeps telling him – loudly - he should be more quiet, until the wait gets longer and longer and he has the best idea, runs out and comes back with his arms full of balloons and plushies, accompanied by Kaminari, Jirou, Momo and a few others. Eri and Hotaru decide to name all the plushies so Chibiusa-chan will know how to call them since there are so many. Minako and Aoyama - who arrived fashionably late, but it’s because he was on duty this time - help, or try to before their names are rejected one by one.

Todoroki is mostly curious, not used to that kind of chaos and honestly, he’s better on the edge of it all, along with Shinsou – who totally naps with one eye open the whole time -, Rei, Haruka, Michiru and a very brooding Bakugou. If all of them keep stealing glances towards the door, they won’t tell a living soul.

And, of course, there is a Very Concerned Toshinori who is in equal parts happy, excited and scared, way more than he remembers being when Usagi was born because this is his baby having a baby! What if something goes wrong? But he has the All Might smile put on to hide it all, at least until Inko decides to sit quietly by his side and hold his hand without letting go the whole night and he squeezes back with a less plastic smile.

Aizawa, who was on patrol, arrives half an hour later, with enough coffee for a small army. He knows his former students well enough to know no one will go home until the baby is there. He also brought a blanket for Eri who is “I’m a teenager, not a child, dad”, but ends up using it anyway around two in the morning.

The wait is long, and the only reason everyone isn’t asleep by that time is because all of them are pro Heroes and are used to long hours. When Mamoru gets out with a blinding smile with the news there is a huge collective cheer, including an “about fucking time” from Bakugou – but he has such a soft tone for once. Good thing nobody caught that.

Technically speaking, Ami is the first to hold Chibiusa since she’s the doctor, but Mamoru doesn’t have to wait much and almost refuses to let her go, and even when they give the newborn to Usagi, he keeps his hand on her head or holding the tiny fists the whole time.

Of course, Toshinori should be the next but he’s too scared at first, so Izuku hold his shaking arms, worried sick that his hands are going to fail him at such an important moment, but “hey, it’s okay, Chibiusa is smiling, you’re doing fine, she’s the least crybaby of this family, took that from Mamo” before he burst out crying like mentioned above and Inko takes the baby to handle her to Toshi. And he feels lucky the doctors didn’t allow too many people in the room because he ends up crying almost as much as Izuku at how small and precious his granddaughter is. Inko needs to help him at first - his hands are huge, the baby is tiny, he can hold her in one hand, omg - and he cooes all the time he has her, but is also relieved when he handles her back to Mamoru.

The visits go on the whole day, Midnight finds out only during day, she, Mic and a few other teachers show up to visit and so does almost everyone Usagi knows. The room gets so stuffed with toys, balloons and so on. Not everybody gets to hold Chibiusa, but Setsuna’s eyes are moist when she does and they know she gives her back only out of duty. Hotaru shows a lot less restraint and looks ready to steal her best friend away.

Bakugou left after the announcement - "I have work, you dim-wits” - and comes back only in the evening, alone, when most people have left and Usagi is sleeping. He brought yet another toy that would be lost in the pile if not for the fact Mamoru catches him, standing at the door and invites him in quietly. The pink bunny is hypoallergenic, it won’t be a problem if she chews on it, he explains but can’t quite look that way. It’s too weird. At least until Mamoru gently pushes the newborn, blanket and all, in his arms and Chibiusa opens her eyes, sort-of-smiles and Katsuki grins back.

#question answered #sm/bnha crossover #I wrote it very quick #it was funny #I skimmed over a few details because potential spoilers #bnha/sm crossover #my work

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tastefullynefarious · 5 years

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Violent Delights

Chapter 2

Warnings: Still none? Oops.

Word count: 2,018

Note: I’m a little stupid and managed to lose this chapter twice... so like, I wrote this three times, I’m jut sick of it :))) may be a little all over the place. Not sure how well I’ve got across what I wanted... the last time typing this was a drag...

I feel the need to point out that real life Ronnie was bi, so there’s that... also married a few times?

The night was spent twisting and turning in her bed. She told herself for a moment it was because of the full moon, shining through the windows, but there was no reason to lie like that. Her mind was truly infested with thoughts of the man at the bar, from his fingers that were wrapped on his glass and the way they would look on her skin, to those plump lips of his. Would they be soft, or as hard as the rest of him looked? And his eyes! Damn those eyes, piercing through her until they reached her very naked soul.

She groaned and rolled on her stomach, shoving her face in the pillow. She wondered what would have happened had she stayed just a little bit longer. Would have he approached her? Or wait for her to reach him, pull her into his lap, his hand not discretely at all going under her rolled up dress, along her outer thigh. Sleep hadn't come easy that night.

She was not stupid, she knew who the man was. Anyone who lived in East End London for a couple of month like her would have heard something, anything, about the Kray twins. Some of her neighbors have even met them. Most of the stories weren't pretty though, but that was quite alright, wasn't it? She didn't fancy pretty, she ran away from it. The only thing she was weary about was the persistent rumor that he may not have been entirely into women. Could have she completely misunderstood that look he had given her? It was quite possible his eyes hadn't been on her, but on a young man who may have been seated just behind her, old lovers sharing an all-consuming glance. She might have been just an unwanted spectator, caught in the burning flame of their passion, only to be left behind, ever yearning to bask into that warmth again. At least once more!

There was no way of separating truth from fiction, though there was one thing most agreed upon: Reggie had a heart of gold while Ronnie had no heart at all. And she had known instantly under which brother's stare she had been under, be it from the glasses he was wearing or the fact she had seen Reggie once before, when Ron had been still in prison.

Prison!

She looked at her reflection in her small vanity, already setting her makeup for the night; heavy on the lashes to make her eyes bigger. What was wrong with her? On that afternoon she came to a revelation, a truth she had already known deep down, but didn't want to acknowledge: she was drawn to danger and it was not alright at all. But she couldn't help it. The thought that life wasn't a set of domino pieces, fated to perfectly fall one onto another with precision was intoxicating, it was like pure adrenaline pumped into her veins, instantly painting her small world in vibrant colors. Life wasn't perfect, it had ups and downs, beauty and filth, both equally important.

But these were criminals -gangsters - not some handsoe bad boys who could only hurt her pride by cheating. She liked to think she was fairly smart, and while not as beautiful as those Hollywood babes everyone was raving about, she was at least pretty. Still, she doubted her ability to talk or flirt her way out of a messy situation if any of the powerful men at the club would consider her a nuisance. She could turn up dead come morning, body left somewhere in a ditch, her killer never to be found. 'Such a shame. If only she hadn't left her home town', he papers would read.

So was the high worth the risk?

She slipped into the red dress with ease, the garment now new, but the perfect combination of classy and hot: hem barely passing her knees, long sleeves, but bare back, her favorite style. The problem with that kind of danger was that it was a bit like falling airplanes... or cancer. It was something very scary and very real, that you didn't quite take seriously until it was happening to you. People still traveled by plane and most did little to prevent the disease without reason. She gave herself one last look into the mirror she was ready for the night. Puling a coat over her shoulders and grabbing her purse, Trudy left her apartment with haste, before she could change her mind the millionth time that day.

The air was colder than the night before, a chill running down her spine despite her coat. Each step brought her closer to the club and with each step the excitement was bubbling more and more inside her. Questions were forming and were already replaced with new ones before she could find an answer to any. Would he even be there two nights in a row? If he was, should she approach him? Was that allowed? Should she try being flirty or try the blushing bride card? Just be herself? First things first, she needed a drink.

Ron had put together all there was about the woman by noon, with the help of Teddy. There wasn't much to her: average family, if only slightly above. Father was a war hero, retiring with a nice amount of money, but nowhere near the toppers in London. Mother was the picture perfect brunch-throwing house wife. An older brother, up to make a name for himself as a doctor. A younger sister still in college.

And then there was her, Trudy Walters, small town girl and middle sibling. Average grades in college, average job, set to marry an average guy. No wonder the poor thing ran away and never looked back, her brain was turning to mush from all the boredom. He flipped another page of the file he'd put together, skipping the information of her current whereabouts, address and workplace, his eyes landing on the picture clipped on the corner. She didn't look much, yet there was just something about her that made his thumb caress the black and white cheek.

"Personally, I don't see what's the fuss about her, Ron." Teddy glanced over his shoulder, his usual chipper voice laced with something else. He had the illogical urge to hide the photo away, despite the younger man being the one to have acquired it in the first place. Those pills they were making him take were surely at fault for his inconsistent behavior.

"I want her." The words slipped his tongue without regard and he cursed himself for revealing something so personal, even if it was just to Teddy. Stupid pills!

"Go get her then."

Ron lifted his eyes towards the bar where Teddy had gestured to, and sure enough there she was, almost as if pulled out of the picture, yet infinity more beautiful. That red dress, somehow proper yet still teasing. He wasted little time thinking his next move as he pounced towards his prey, but once before her, he faltered. He was not as charming as Reggie, nor nearly as handsome. Why would a woman like her accept to talk to the likes of him?

"Hello." Never had the greeting sounded more sinful from any lips, he was sure of it. He had the mind to bend her right there over the bar counter and slam right in her. He had to settle for just sitting in the newly vacated chair, the bloke previously there scurrying away when met with Ron's glare. The woman watched him from between her long lashes, waiting for him to reply. What would Reggie say to a pretty thing like her?

"You look lovely."

"And you look dangerous." Despite the accusation, there was still a smile playing on her red lips. "So what does the notorious Ronald Kray want with little ol' me?" 'Make you scream my name while the entire club watches' was the first thought that came to mind. But the way she said his name gave a momentary pause to the lewd images in his head.

"Ah, so you do know who I am."

"And you know who I am from the looks of it." She tapped a manicured finger on the file he hadn't realized he'd brought along. "Should I be scared, mister Kray?"

"Are you scared, miss Walters?" There was a small pause, the corners of her lips straightening just slightly as she thought it through. Her voice came out low, barely a whisper, the last word turning out into more of a gasp than anything else. It sounded divine.

"A little bit, yeah."

"Good, good. It would have been worrisome if you weren't." He had to look away from her, feeling his restraint weakening. Their mum raised both him and Reggie to be gentlemen, but she was so fucking tempting. Not his usual preference, but she wouldn't have been the first woman he had been attracted to, nor the last. Men were just a little harder to break and he did enjoy a challenge. Her voice brought him back to attention, but he still didn't look at her as he signaled the bartender for his usual drink.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know a whole lot about me, yet all I know is your name."

"What would you like to know?"

"Do you enjoy being a gangster?" There was no need to think about the answer, but he did pause. For someone who knew only his name, she sure asked all the wrong questions.

"Fucking love it." She giggled, and it sounded loudly in hie ears, over the music. She had a nice voice, he decided. It was soft and calm, just like the rest of her looked like. She'd break so easily under him, like porcelain.

"Honest, I like that. You should not have to hide who you truly are for anyone, right?" At that, he sharply turned to look at her again, her words burning deep inside his mind. She jumped slightly in her chair as he caught her staring at his lips, her eyes falling on her lap. He smiled a little, as he continued watching her squirm in her chair under his gaze: the way she crossed her legs, the damn dress caught in the motion revealing a bit more skin, her delicate looking hand brushing her hair behind her ear, her cheek flustered red, so much prettier than in the photo. He might have just pulled her to him, hadn't they been interrupted.

"The meeting is starting in the back. Reg is looking for you." Teddy was besides them before he had a chance to reply anything to the woman. Ron considered being late to the damn thing, but how could he let Reggie face those jackals alone? He was entirely too trusting, his brother. He thought of leaving her there at the bar until the meeting was over, but there was no knowing how long or how well it would go. He found himself once more wondering what his twin would have done.

"Right, Teddy, will you see miss Walters gets home alright?" If he had anything against it, the boy didn't show it. If anything, he looked a little smug.

"Sure, Ron. Come on, darling." She got up without question or complaint and without meeting his eyes. His jaw clenched as she walked past him and he thought she wasn't even going go bid him farewell. But she stopped just within arm's reach and turned, her warm doe like eyes pinning him like daggers.

"Until tomorrow then, mister Kray." And then she left the club with Teddy, but for some reason still popped into Ron's thoughts. He wasn't sure how much of the discussion he followed that night, but made a mental note to talk with Reggie about those pills messing with his mind.

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