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[wandawiccan60]

Happy Birthday to these two legendary boys from East London Reggie&Ronnie Kray they would have been in their 89 years of age if they were still around but may they still RIP up in the heavens for these two Kings.

🤎✨🇬🇧🖤🙌🏼👓🥃🖤

“Me and my brother right we’re going to rule London.”

Ronald “Ronnie” Kray- Legend(2015)

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[martinandlewislive]

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

@frostyluxe

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[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.

#ronmanmob #Mahalo!Pumpkin <333 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms} #The Turtle Speaks|Mun Answered Asks

[ronmanmob]

"--So...Prison?"

Ron eyed his companion before he answered. "Prison" he said.

Company shifted uncertainly in their seat. "What'd...I mean-"

"Wha'd I do?" Ron finished for them.

A nod was their response.

Back came that eyeing regard, that measuring half-frown. Then--

"Grievous bodily 'arm."

Silence met that pronouncement. Ron filled it.

"Specific'ly on a lad 'oo, f'reasons I didn't bovvah wiv, decided it'd be clevah t'clock a Kray on 'is own 'n attempt t'dispense violence on 'im. I was somewhere 'tween nineteen 'n twenty-one at th'time - them years-" His hands came up a ways, the heel of one palm rubbed across the other. "They're a blur now. Bu' a young lad, irrespective. Grown bu' young, jus' like th'chancah I fahnd sat on me bruvvah's chest wiv a metal rod in 'is 'and. Seein' tha'-- y'c'n imagine. Ovvah I ran. I booted this lad in th'side'a th'ead." Matter of fact would've sounded florid compared to how dryly factual Ron's words were. "Knocked 'im off me bruvvah. Made 'im drop 'is weapon. I picked it up, 'n I grabbed 'is collar 'n drug 'im by it abaht...ten foot t'th closest store front. Th'shuttahs were dahn...I chucked 'im against 'em, then pinned 'im there wiv tha' rod ov 'is -- 'ad it in bowf'a me 'ands 'n pressed its belly t'is neck 'n lifted 'im up 'til 'ee was on 'is toes. So 'ee'd know terror. 'N 'ee'd learn good tha' there ain't jus' one Kray bruvvah -- there's f'ree. Bu' worse f'im than tha', two'a th'fuckahs - th'lad 'ee'd knocked dahn 'n th'one chokin' 'im wiv 'is own iron - they're twins, 'n so there's always a Reggie at Ron's back." Dispassion was broken through just a hint by remembered adrenaline; remembered protective rage.

"N there's always a Ron at Reggie's."

#modern!verse #//my blog-canon version of That Fight that landed Ron in his first bout of legal trouble #//if this reflects actual life at all I'm unsure #//and I don't for a second claim it does #//but blog-verse; ask him about it and this is the tale you'll get #//'company' can be anyone who pleases you :3

[clairecrive]

“Holding horses”- Ronnie Kray x reader

this is for the anon that asked: Hello, could you do 46. "Please don't say that about yourself. Please don't believe that. You're so much more than that. You're so..." from the prompt list with Ronnie, please?

A/N: gosh it’s been so long since I’ve written for Ronnie. Hope it doesn’t seem weird. Also, I’ve just noticed that I’ve only ever written for him. I wonder what that says about me lmao. Anyway, hope you enjoy x

Warning: none, I mean it’s Ron but it’s fluff all the way

Taglist: @mollybegger-blog​, @evelynshelby​, @br0ck-eddie​, @shadow-of-wonder​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @fandom--0verdose​, @sopxhiea​, @fuseburner​ (let me know it you want to be added or removed)

You had heard about the fight. You didn't bat an eyelid though. Given their job and simply knowing their dispositions, the twins were always in some fight. It wasn't exactly news. You could almost state that it was their routine.

However, the call you received from Reggie certainly wasn't.

Usually, you'd go to their bar to see Ronnie in the evenings. You tried to make it at least three times a week, not counting the weekend, but whenever they got in a brawl or whatever kind of fight, you'd always be there to welcome him.

Despite his burly looks and brash gestures, Ronnie deeply enjoyed your presence after such a display of violence. He said it grounded him. You also thought that you nurturing him, taking care of his wounds or simply touching him gently, stroked that sensitive hidden part of himself that made him so very Ronnie but was squashed deep inside him.

This time, it seems that it was that very part that had been bruised. Reggie had called to give you some heads up on how to deal with Ronnie now that he was going to see you.

Control was something that defined both twins. How quickly he could lose it particularly defined Ronnie.

He had never lost it on you, but you had been there when he had countless of times. While it was true that he was prone to anger, he was also very quick in cooling off. Maybe that only really happened when you were near but as far as your experience with him went, he managed to hold his horses fairly easier than anyone who ever witnessed his anger fits would think.

At first, you thought it was because he was in public and he had a reputation to uphold but you discarded that thought quickly as you realised that he didn't give a diddly squat about others' opinion of him. There were few who Ronnie cared for, they could be count on one hand. There were his twin and his mother of course and then you.

It took you a while to realize that you were among those selected few he trusted completely and when you started to notice how he tended to restrain his reactions when you were around, the awareness stroke you.

It was for you that the club wasn't being refurnished twice a week because Ronnie had broken everything in one of his fits. It was for you that the club wasn't suspiciously closed in during the busiest hours. The thought, wasn't as comforting as one would think.

It would be if it was Ronnie's way of shielding her from the ugliness of his world. And maybe in that played a small part in his behaviour. The biggest part though, was played by fear. His fear of letting you see the very core of him, that part that would always drove people away, scared them. The fear of loosing you.

You had never shied away from that part of him. When you had professed your love for him, you meant every little thing that made him Ronnie. But fear was an interesting thing, it didn't listen to reason nor logic. So all of your talks and reassurances would be rendered null by a word or two said by others if they happened to confirm what Ronnie thought was true. That he was a monster. That he was a freak. That he should be locked away.

When he finally arrived at the pub where you were waiting for him in his office, it took one look at the anguish on his face for you to realise that someone had rub salt in his never-healing wounds.

"Ronnie," you tried tentavily as you watched him pace the room furiously, hands in his hair, heavy breath as he tried at keeping calm. You knew better than approach him when he was like this so you stayed in your place behind his desk waiting for his anger to simmer even the tiniest bit to make a move.

It seemed as though he was loosing a battle to himself though 'cause not a second after you had opened your mouth, his fist hit the wall once, twice , three times before his head fell against it followed soon by his  slouched body.

You watched as his back rised quickly up and down for a while and when you noticed it rising and falling in a less frantic rhythm, you knew it was okay for you to approach him.

"I know what you're thinking Ronnie," you spoke as you walked to him so as to alert him that you were moving, "Please don't believe that."

Your hands gently touched his muscly back before moving to his front so that you were embracing him. Your forehead pressed between his shoudlerblades and you let out a big breath trying to coarxe him to emulate your breathing. Only when his right hand gently closed on yours you spoke again, "You're so much more than that, baby."

At this he realised a shaky breath, his shoulders tensed remembering what were no doubts harsh words but relaxed when you pressed a kiss where your head had been. Not stopping there, you trailed butterfly kissed from his shoulders all the way to his neck and jaw. As your mouth moved up you could feel him relaxing more and more under your touch. When you raised on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his right cheek, he turned his head a bit to lean into your kiss. Taking him by surprise, you maneouvred yourself so that you moved under his raised arms and was now standing between him and the wall.

Human contact and closeness were natural remedies to get someone to calm down. Whether it was an universal knowledge or not, it had always worked wonders for Ronnie.

Welcoming you into his embrace, he lowered his arms so that they were around your shoulders while his forehead leant to meet yours. Taking his shirt in your fists, you pulled it to get him to get even closer to you.

Shifting your head a bit so that your mouth touched the shell of his ear, you whispered sweet nothings into it, remembering all the things you loved about him. All the things that made him so very special and that no one knew.

Five, ten minutes passed like this. When you felt his plump lips touching your shoulder, you knew that he was himself again. Rage had left his body.

Holding him tight, you searched for his eyes before speaking again, always in a soft voice, "Let's home, hm? I have a surprise for you."

Humming, he agreed with you and took a step back to give you space to move. He didn't move very far though, only a step back from you, one of his arms still on you. And that remained so even when you stepped out of his office and eventually out of the club, all the way home.

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[iamkatehardy]

Imagine teasing Ron in public, making him  want to punish you.

Requests:

Anon :“Hello, requesting prompts 107 and 24 from the smut prompts list for Ronnie Kray 🤗 something along the lines of the reader being a tease in public and Ron fuming about it, just waiting to get home and punish her.... the reader maybe flirting with Reggie just to get on Ron's nerves lol”

Anon: “IF ron can lift reggie by the balls then he can life me to fuck me against the wall that’s the mf tea.. can we get an imagine if you have time? I need to hear ron get rough and dirty talk to me with that thick (cock)ney accent against the wall (make that noise baby) YEET”

Anon :“Sm*t 1; 93 ;107 😏🙈 with Ron Kray”

(Prompts in Bold!)

Warnings: Smut ; Ass spanking. 

A/N: My little gift for my babies , before I leave ! Feedback is really really reeeeaaaally appreciated 😁

Esmeralda’s birthday; although it was an important event, you were dying to get home. Your feet hurt from the heels you had been wearing for too many hours and your face almost hurt too, from all the smiling to greet the guests and all the pictures taken; your patience had definitely come to an end.

You walked over to the Kray’s table; as you did so, you swayed your hips slowly, confidently, almost hypnotically, in your tight dress. Everyone wanted to congratulate the twins; since there was barely room for another person to fit there, you sat on Ron’s lap. Stroking his slicked hair, you lowered your head to whisper quietly in his hear.

“When can we go home?” – Trailing a finger on his jawline, you kissed under his ear, making your way down his neck, all the way to his soft spot, which you gently sucked into your mouth.

“I’m sorry, not yet, doll.” – Slightly drunk on all the events of the night, the whiskey, or simply in all the affection you always gave him, he grabbed your hand and kissed it, before he intertwined his finger on yours. He took another drag of his cigar and let out a huge cloud of smoke.

“Please?” – Impatience crossed you features and you pouted teasingly, moving slowly on his lap.

He opened his mouth to talk but only a raspy growl came out of his throat.

“Today is a big day, right? I can’t leave Reggie alone, isn’it? C’mon, don’t give me that look.”

“Fine.” – You left his lap and moved to the available seat near him instead. Your fingers tapped impatiently on the table. – “Can we at least dance?”

He didn’t even bother to answer; he was shaking hands with another business partner. The night was about celebration and renewal of alliances, but not for you.

As he spoke with other gentlemen on the table, your hands slid to his inner thigh, caressing it mindlessly, before you moved to his groin, feeling his cock hardening with every touch.

He took a moment to look down at your hand, then at you, then your hand again; he grabbed it tightly and moved his lips to your ear, taking the lobe in his teeth.

“Bahave.” – Again, he growled in your ear.

“You like it, don’t you, darling?” – Rubbing your palm against his cock, you looked down at his bulge and bit you lips, wondering how hard and big he was underneath his clothes.

He sucked his lower lip, sliding his teeth across it.

“Take me home, you won’t regret it.” – Tracing the outline of his cock over his pants, you gasped lowly in his ear, before you started stroking him rhythmically, with need.

“But you will, if you don’t stop right now, doll. Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”- Taking a deep breath, he grabbed your hand once again and pulled you towards him until you ended up hitting his hard chest. He could feel your perky breasts and your protruding nipples, noticeable beneath the delicate fabric of your dress.

“Please do, Ronnie, I’ve been asking you that for hours!” – Stroking him even harder, you were commanding the whole attention of his flesh.

He carefully put his cigar out by rolling the tip on the edge of the table, the laid his head back, sighing deeply.

Squeezing his bloating cock tighter, you could feel it throbbing vigorously in your hand; you kept stroking his erection until you relieved your need of driving him insane. Ron twitched in his place, grunting lowly with pleasure.

“I’m just saying you might want to go home, to get changed, Mr. Kray.” – You whispered in his ear, when you felt his warm load dripping through his pants, leaving a deep stain.

When your teasing gaze settled on him, he shot you a burning look in response, fuming.

Without a word, you got up and moved the opposite side of the table, where Reggie gave instructions to one of his lackeys. Standing behind him, you slid your hands down his shoulders to his chest, leaning to talk in his ear.

Frowning, Ron followed the motion with his fiery eyes. He was both, possessive and jealous; his fists clenched slowly, so tight his knuckles turned white.

Smiling and nodding in response to what you whispered, Reggie rubbed your hand gently with his thumb and then held it, getting up and placing his other hand on the small of your back while leading you to the dancefloor.

Dancing slowly, you wrapped your arms around Reggie’s neck, while his encircled your waist, closing the distance between you. When you unexpectedly laid your head on his shoulder, Ron suddenly punched the table with full force, angrily getting up, but when he remembered the stain in his pants, he sat back down, waiting for the end of the song.

Holding Reggie’s hand and laughing, you returned to the table and bowed courtly before returning to your place, next to Ron.

Hs jaw was so clenched he though his teeth might break.

“You ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt, (Y/N).”

“What stunt? I asked you if you wanted to dance and you…”

Before you could finish, he got up, holding your arm tightly and making you walk ahead of him, in order to keep the mess you made on his pants hidden, as you both walked to the office.

When you reached the office, he slammed the door and locked it behind him, before he walked slowly towards you. He stopped by your side and grabbed your neck, not too tight, just enough to hold you.

“You can’t tease me like that and expect not to be punished, doll.” – His angry breaths were hot against your ear, making your legs shiver slightly.

He turned you abruptly around and bent you over the desk, clumsily pushing you dress up your hips. He firmly held your wrists together behind your back with his hand and his free hand started slapping your butt, sending ripples across the soft flesh. His hand already hurt and your ass was getting red, but he kept on until he could see a purplish bruise resembling the imprint of his hand.

Pleasure surpassed pain and a string of grool dripped out of your lady parts. You wriggled your ass against his crotch, moaning lowly.

He let go of your wrists and slid his hands through his hair.

Breathing irregularly, you turned to face him, pulling your dress down.

“Hey, who said I was done with you?” – Firmly pulling your body against his, his lips devoured yours, making you feel his hunger for you.

His hands gripped your ass, lifting you in the air and you immediately wrapped your legs around him.

“Don’t you dare be loud.” – He made a hush sign.

“That might be complicated.” – Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him wildly, brazenly, urgently.

He pushed you against the wall and pressured his body against yours, before he quickly undid his pants and dropped them below the knees. His massive cock was twitching against your thighs, a large amount of precum flowing.  He then ripped the top of your dress and his hand cupped your breasts.

You breathed quicker against his lips; your insides were tingling all the way down to your toes, aching to feel your lover.

“Baby…” – You stroked his cheek gently, with a pleading voice. – “I want you.”

“Then you shall have me, doll.” – Using one hand on your hip to steady you, he guided his cock inside you with the other; he intended to go slowly, but you were so hot and wet he couldn’t control his most animalistic side.

Kissing you senselessly to shut up your moans, he pounded harder and harder; the slapping flesh of your bodies was making loud rhythmical sounds.

Giving in to the overwhelming sensation of having his thick cock hitting your soft spot, you squealed loudly.

“What did I tell you?” – He  slapped your butt hard and covered your mouth with his again, so the people outside wouldn’t know about your dirty little secret.

“I’m trying, ok?” – Closing your eyes, you nuzzled your nose against his. – “Harder, love, please.” –Your nails dug in his back as you tasted pure ecstasy.

“If you’re loud one more time, that perfect little ass will be black. D’you understand me?” – Panting heavily against your lips, he mercilessly thrusted his whole length inside you, in one go. And again. And again. His cock was painfully hard, all up inside you, throbbing and oozing while your pussy clenched around it.

He fucked you so hard and fast you could perfectly hear him slamming against your wet pussy.  Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you, as you creamed around his manhood, easing his way even more.

“You were a fucking naughty girl today, weren’t you?” – He tickled your breasts with his tongue. – “Didn’t even wait for us to get home.” – Teasing you even more, he nibbled them gently. – “Well, I can’t ruin the office, so I’ll just have to cum inside you.” – He grabbed your chin and bit your lower lip, drawing it with his teeth.

“Please do.” – Messing his hair up with your hand, you leaned your head back against the wall, smirking playfully.

“Ron, are you there?” – Reggie knocked heavily on the door, after looking for his brother everywhere.

Ron made you a hush sign, before he got a better hold of your hips and pounded you harder and harder, until his cock was drenched in your juices and his warm cum dripped down your legs.

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[bubblyani]

His Type

His Type- A Ronnie Kray Two Shot

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x Reader

Rating: 18+ ( You have been warned lol)

Summary: You always knew of Ronnie Kray's type when it came to men, but what about women? And by chance, were you ever his type?

Part 1

Part 2

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[pandoras-princess]

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

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

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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[miriamsolomons]

His fingers 🤗🤤

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[tastefullynefarious]

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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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Ronnie trying to be romantic? 🥰

With the emphasis on trying, haha

"I ... I got you something." Ronnie says. You look up at him. You wonder what strange scene will play out today. Sentences like these coming from Ronnie never result in something mundane happening. "What do you have for me, Ron?" You purr. Ronnie chews the insides of his cheeks.

He sits down in his large leather chair. "Come here." He gestures to his massive thigh. You coyly make your way to him. You sit down and smooth out your skirt. "Show me, Ron." You purr. But he shakes his head. "I need a kiss first." He says. You roll your eyes, but you lean in all the same. Ronnie smirks as your lips connect to his. You curl your arms around his neck and press your chest against his own. You imagine you can feel his shirt tensed across his barrel chest.

Gods, you want him.

Ronnie slowly breaks away. "Close your eyes." He says. You oblige, but only slowly. "Hold up your hands." He all but barks. You obey, holding your cupped hands up for him. "Good kitten." Ronnie growls. You can't help but fluster. "I am not Teddy." You tell him. Ron chuckles darkly. "I know, luv." He rumbles.

You feel something cold and thin drape over your hand. You know right away that it is a necklace. The small metal links are unmistakable. But you keep your eyes closed. You know Ron enjoys this. You'll draw it out as long as he likes.

"You can look." He says. You slowly open your eyes. In your hand lays indeed a necklace. And on the necklace hangs a little locket. Gingerly you open the locket.

Property of Kray

You look up at Ron. "Really?" You frown. "Everyone should know you are mine." Ronnie replies. You roll your eyes.

Well ... at least he tries.

#Ronnie Kray #Ronnie Kray x Reader #Legend (2015) #Tom Hardy

[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 !

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[brooklynislandgirl]

💚 I'd love your thoughts on Beth and her Prince in his tower

Imagine You and Me || Accepting

There but for the Grace of God... Isn't that how the saying goes? But maybe, just maybe, our Prince can find some grace in the maiden in the garden with her roots in the earth and most of the time, her head in the clouds. She has always believed in faery tales, and is it so impossible that she might see him through that lens? The silver in his hair and the careworn lines in his face do not seem to matter to her, nor the fact that his walls are sometimes too high to scale, and his kingdom lies under the pall of therapeutic medicines and trolls-posing-as--guards. Beth has no real understanding of the violent, impoverished youth and man, she only knows the quiet dreamer who is maybe out of touch with the world too. The one who makes her feel welcomed into the spaces of a puzzle, and who tells himself that he can't touch, can't hug, that there's always someone and something watching. Andy does his best to keep certain things from her and does his best to actually help Mr Kray. He isn't easy with any of this but he also is fascinated by the difference in sister and patient when they are allowed to spend {supervised} time together. This ship hurts my heart but also shines with a patina of hope. In a not so distant past, there might have been a chance for mercy and mending, of understanding far better than what we know to be true. Beth and Ron might not get a happily ever after, but I love seeing and writing and daydreaming with you how close they are in all the different lives that touch stones with one another. I think if there could be/could have been the chance, she would set him free from his tower, and take him by the hand to some quiet cottage that always seems to have a touch of autumn around it. There she would tell him stories through music old and new. Maybe coax him to dance with her close, arm around one another and hands held. To the open arms of the sea, yeah Lonely rivers sigh "Wait for me, wait for me" I can see Beth waiting. Even for another life.

#Mahalo!Pumpkin <333 #To The Sea|Ron and Beth #London Calling|The Broadmoor Years

[ronmanmob]

A Thought--

Y’know how famous the Krays were back in the ‘60′s? 

Imagine that but with today’s social media obsession.

Ventures in London’s club scene in the tabloids Reggie’s wedding/love life all over the shop Anyone Ron even vaguely associated with ending up a ‘paramour’ Style critiques of the pair of them appearing unprompted online Likewise lists of Wardrobe Hacks so fans could emulate the twin they prefer

It’d drive Ron fucking batty.

I need this in my life XD 

#//mun's chatting #//and LOLing xD #modern!verse #<- and the TROUBLE it'd cause xD

[clairecrive]

"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.

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[hardyimagines]

Rosy

may i ask for something like Reggie finds Ron and you kissing sweetly and he is like o.O and ron gets embarrassed and you are like 😍😍 cause you can't believe you're in love w this teddy bear

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Red. It was the color of passion. It was the raw, blinding color you saw in moments of intense heat. It was the color that stained your boyfriend’s cheeks when you complimented him. It was the tint that circled your swollen lips after hours of kissing. The color of racing hearts. Cherry chapstick. Mingling tongues. Angry stares.

Ron was stood in the corner with his elbow laid out on the sticky countertop. The bar was drenched in spilled liquor and toppled over glasses, waiting to be tilted upright. He sent a glare toward the dishes, too annoyed to pick them up himself, so instead he merely stared. His fingertips drummed against the counter hollowly, beating against it repeatedly and without fault in its rhythm. He casted a glance toward the drunk guests that weaved between one another and danced clumsily around the room. Each and every person in the club was pumped full of the addicting alcohol and as he watched the laughing idiots, he couldn’t help but to pity them. They looked so pathetic, he decided, as he watched men roar with laughter and women bat their eyelashes toward blokes who were clearly uninterested. Alcohol made people stupid and stupid people got on his nerves.

A heavy grunt left his lips, a sound drowned out by the noisy music in the room. He ran his tongue over his lips before turning away from the noisy occupants and instead completely toward the counter.

His twin brother, Reggie was stood on the opposite side of the counter, dishing out cups of ice for thirsty consumers. Usually neither of them tended the bar, but tonight, Reggie felt a bit generous and wanted to be more involved. Ron watched as ice cube after ice cube was placed in a cup before that cup was given to whoever had requested it. He was bored, completely and utterly ready to go home. The man use to find entertainment in hanging out with the lads, but that no longer mattered to him.

He use to enjoy toying with the boys that worked for them. Using them as much as possible. But he never truly loved them. He’d just cared for them when need be. His blue eyes fell to the counter, sticking to it like the liquor did. But they didn’t matter anymore — not since he’d met you.

“Your girl’s here.” Reggie informed his brother before pointing toward the door.

Ron didn’t hesitate before craning his neck around so he could look in your direction. You rarely ever stopped by the club. You were similar to Ron in a sense of hating crowds. Especially overly loud ones with people who wanted to convince themselves they were much drunker than they actually were. The red dress you wore embraced your body snugly. It twinkled beneath the bright lights in the room, shimmering because of the sparkles that bordered the entirety of it. And it didn’t take long at all for you to spot him. Your pretty painted lips curved upward, a delicate smile sent directly in his direction.

Reggie moved out from behind the counter to tend to Albie who’d requested his presence earlier, so as he slipped away from the bar just as you moved between the crowd and headed toward your boyfriend.

He always looked so handsome at work, dressed down in a smart suit. Tonight he wore black. Solid. No pinstripes. The white collar that bordered his jacket was from the button down under his blazer and he looked sickeningly attractive. Ron lifted his fingers to his glasses, pushing the frame up and along the curvy bridge of his nose as he watched you approach. Everyone else in the room faded away and all he saw was you.

Your small hand extended toward his when he was within reach and he wasted no time at all before locking his fingers around your own and guiding you into him completely. Your hands lifted to his strong chest, laying against his warm skin as you stared up at his features.

“Evening.” He uttered hoarsely.

“Good evening, Mr. Kray. Are you having a good night?” You inquired breathily. He bit his cheek briefly.

“It’s much better now, innit.” He murmured before placing his large hand on the curve of your hip. His thick fingers were strong on your waist, tender but firm as he drew you forward and toward him, no shyness in how close he held you to him.

“Such a charmer, you are.” You smiled playfully before moving your hand to his cheek. Tracing his warm, soft skin, you sucked in a deep breath before using the height of your heels to assist you in reaching your boyfriend’s lips. You’d been waiting all day for a kiss and you’d be damned if it’d be delayed any longer. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you drew him forward and toward you so your mouths could connect.

Ron never kissed you in public. It was too dangerous. Too unknown. What if someone dangerous saw? But in that moment he found it too hard to care. His stomach twisted with delight and his heart hammered with excitement. His mouth slanted perfectly against yours, opening and closing at just the right pace. You hummed out breathily, always in shock by how good something so simple felt. Your arms wound around his shoulders, refusing to part with him. He tasted so good. He kissed so good. He made you feel so good.

“Jesus, can’t the pair of you get a room?” Reggie’s voice cut into the mix. It was an instant mood killer. Ron drew back sharply, as if your lips had been burning his own and when you looked toward his twin, it was only to shoot daggers at him. Ron was red in the face, blood boiling and stomach twisting from frustration. All he saw was red. You wouldn’t have been surprised if all hell broke loose, but Ron managed to keep himself cool.

Reggie was baffled. You could see that as you ogled him. He knew that the pair of you were dating, but he didn’t know you were that close already. He’d never seen his brother kiss anyone before so the sight was a bit.. shocking. He folded his arms over his chest stiffly before looking toward Ron with a confused expression. He knew that the pair of you were serious, but this serious? Serious enough to kiss in public and expose your relationship to everyone?

Ron Kray had red cheeks and shuffled his weight like a child who’d just been told off as he lazily messed with the glasses on his face. He looked so pathetically innocent in that moment — so deceiving. He couldn’t drag his eyes off of the floor as he tried to swallow down the ebarassment he felt at being caught. You fidgeted too, though your wiggling was from impatience. You wanted to kiss him again.. so you didn’t wait much longer before slinking closer to your handsome man. You stepped closer to the front of your boyfriend before swallowing thickly. Gently grabbing ahold of the front of his smooth tie, you lugged him down and forward in order to lock your lips together, staining his pink lips red.

Reggie lifted his hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the sight. A low growl left his lips, a sound warning his brother to find a different space to kiss you in, but the sound Ron set free was enough to make Reggie back off. He wasn’t moving this time. And he wasn’t breaking the kiss. You’d given him the confidence he needed as your mouth opened unashamedly against his, arms curling around his middle this time as you lazily began to sway to the soft music.

A grumpy Reggie moved around the pair of you, unsure of how to process the fact that his brother was in a stable relationship before he was. He took it upon himself to wipe down the counters and clean up the dishes in order to avoid looking anywhere but at the gross scene of his brother making out with you.

Ron, on the other hand, was beginning to lose the rosy color in his face. His skin returned to its normal tone and his arms wrapped around you more securely, kissing you deeper and deeper as each second ticked by. It was a lovely surprise having you stop by the club, and after today, he hoped you’d do it a lot more often.

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