#I'll tag suggestive since you can see the beginnings of a tit

[captain-orphic-al]

He is very pretty as a woman… but not pretty enough to finish a drawing for!

(He is actually but I’m feeling a tad too lazy. And if I have to be judged by my friends one more time then I'm about to explode. Let me be gay in peace damn it. I’ll finish this eventually just to spite them.)

[thedevilshardy]

And still, he was all I ever needed

@liliac-dreamer tagged me in a moodboard game - I loved it, but in my case the suggested pics were nah. 😅 So I decided to do this instead.

Reggie Kray x fem(!) Reader

Sometimes - days are hard with him, aren't they?

You sit at the table in the kitchen way too long, too many hours. Sometimes, on heavy days, he just comes home when the sun is already setting. You can see he's tired when he crawls into bed with you, so tired it almost pulls you along. And he doesn't talk when he comes back, doesn't tell you about his day. Probably to not annoy you, even if you do wanna know how it's been for him, the night. Maybe he's done something he doesn't want to tell you about. It's not shame, you know. You know since years. But it's this little thing Reggie was always good at: hiding crime. His girl shouldn't know what he does. Although you do know. But still, you keep your mouth shut on days like this.

But then, on the other hand, there are days where he crawls into bed and doesn't go to sleep right then. No, then it's suddenly his hands crawling over your skin like tiny spiders, making you shudder inside. His hands are soft for a gangster, and you've always loved the fact that they can make you shake just by touching the surface of your warm skin. Your body screams in need, feeling those hands wander up your stomach, stroking the small, soft crease just beneath your breasts, the little hollow where your rips and stomach meet. Goosebumps, all over. Reggie notices.

"Are you still mad at me?", he whispers into your ear, your head turning dizzy from the smell of his aftershave. His skin feels warm against yours, and you press your head right into this warmth. His hands stroke the fine hollow harder, fingertips slowly reaching the beginning of your tits. God, how can he be so...?

"I'm not mad, Reggie", you say, and he snarls, a glowing sound so close to your ear. It's his voice, it's always been his voice. You press your back into his front, searching for a bit of friction. The hand on your skin stops for a second, enough for you to know he's turned on.

"Ronnie did some bad things, babe. I don't know what's coming for us, in a few days. You know they never seperate us when it comes to crime." His voice is deep, and along with those words that should make you mad, you can't. The hands reach your breasts, and you breath out. They touch you, his big hands enclosing them, touching them, kneeding them. Damn, this feels so good...

"This time will go over, too." You can't hide the lust in your voice, especially when he pushes his hip forward and you feel how hard he is, big dick pressing into the hollow of your lower back. You get wet, so damn wet just by this small movement.

"So you'll wait for me, darling, will you?"

It's like a proposal, like a hidden, sweet proposal only you two share, and you nod, while his hands travel up to your throat, framing one large hand around it, tipping your head slightly back to kiss you.

"Yeah, I'll wait for you. Of course I will, Reggie."