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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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back w/ more headcanons wooo !! EXCUSE ME WHILE I MAKE THESE INTO FULL AS FICS BRO - love daisy

hc: begging the dogs

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pink

pink is a demanding guy when it comes to hearing you beg

“yeah? tell me how much you want it”

loves knowing that

sexy panting whewwwwww

doesn’t make you beg until you’re just about to come — bc he’s evil

has your legs on his shoulders while he absolutely pounds you into oblivion

he’s packing lololol

you can feel an orgasm coming, and so can he — you’re a blubbering mess near your climax

he knows what you want but feigns innocence — “i can’t understand you when you talk like this, speak up baby”

gets off on you begging him — it’s lowkey power play

the more you beg the harder he thrusts

orange

“beg me, tell me how badly you need this fucking dick”

freddy 100% growls during sex

whispers filthy things that make you want more

freddy loves to see you like this, back arching off the wall, clawing his shoulders and tearing up

talking through clenched teeth “say it, say it, say it”

begging is a form of intimacy to him LOL

your voice buzzed around in his head and makes him harder and harder

all while he thrusts up into you like crazy

“please give me your big dick, freddy”

those are the magic words to him

he gives you just what you asked for :)

blonde

“that’s right, beg daddy to fuck your little ass”

vic leans over to whisper filthy things in your ear

almost bringing you to tears as he continues to roughly thrust into your wet hole

he knows you’re on the verge but still makes you beg

has your face down and your ass pushing back on him as he uses his cock to tease your hole

“oh you like that? you love begging for it don’t you doll?”

wants the neighbors to hear you scream — and they usually do

something about the submissiveness of begging pushes him closer to cum

white

larry gives you everything you want and more BUT he secretly loves to hear you beg

kinkier than he lets on: eye contact, brat taming, tons of teasing, he’s daddy asfff

“say it sweetheart, let me hear you beg”

calls you a good girl at strokes your face while you’re in missionary

laces your fingers together and leans down, pushing his cock deeper into you

he chuckles at your whines “you gonna beg now, or do i have to fuck it out of you?”

you’re like ummm fuck me now daddy yes sir

he’s so stern and sexy with it too — he knows what he wants, and he always gets it

brown

mr brown has long fingers so i can see you begging him to finger you in somewhere public

“i know you want it, i want to hear you say it”

mr brown dips his tongue in your folds, dragging it slowly up to your clit

“i don’t think you really want it want it” bc he’s a cheeky lil shit

and before you can protest his plunges two fingers inside of you

mr brown has you clinging to his shoulders with his fingers up your skirt while he kisses your neck

its like second nature now - “please don’t stop, ple- oh fuck”

licks his fingers after, “maybe if you’re still around i’ll let you come again later”

he so happy to take you in any hallway now knowing the power he has over you

eddie

eddie would make you beg him quietly to fuck you over his desk while there’s a meeting in the other room

eddie “sneaky guy” cabot

“why should i give it to you, huh?” eddie asks

your skirt and panties are pushed down at your ankles, and eddies kneading your ass

“because i’m a good girl” “who's girl are you?” “eddie cabots girl”

that sends him into a frenzy and he ALWAYS fucks you good

it ends up being not so silent in his office anymore

grabs your ass and squeezes it before giving it to you deep

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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Preference: Reservoir Dogs.

How they celebrate Valentine’s Day with you.

CHARACTERS: mr. orange/freddy newandyke, mr. white/larry dimmick, mr. blonde/vic vega, mr. brown, mr. pink

TAGS: n/a

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: this took me two weeks to draft lol idk but i’m sorry if i keep spamming the feed w/ reservoir dogs content, but i’m also not sorry - leave a like/reblog + feedback and send in requests (check my blog highlight to see what’s open!!)

MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

he tries his best to make valentine’s day special

that would include surprising you with a bouquet of flowers at your door and a letter with his messy handwriting all over it

you still love the gesture, though and you just attack him with kisses on his couch

orange is gonna spend this day with you and you only

he plans on cuddling on the couch and letting you pick a movie this time, and of course, he kinda rolls his eyes playfully if it’s a movie not to his liking

orange is wolfing down the chocolates he actually got you........

you don’t mind, though, you’ve already fallen asleep on his chest while your movie is still playing on the tv

MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

lots of flowers, chocolates, stuffed bears, you name it!

and he’s taking you out to a candlelit dinner!!!

he’s a true gentlemen, and literally holds the door for you, wraps your arm around his, etc

oh and he would pop champagne or a glass of wine during the candlelit dinner

mr. white is definitely making this day extra special, as if it’s your birthday

and he’s paying for the dinner, of course

to put the cherry on top, he surprises you with one last thing; he got you a watch or a nice ring

MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

he puts in enough effort ok

its the fact that he knows he’s good at it, like he’s too confident of his charm

this guy is wearing a fucking tux??? but you make him change into something casual cos you start to feel awkward but blonde already has you convinced to wear something nice for the night out which is the fancy restaurant date (he obviously is paying for it)

lots of flowers, chocolates and a fucking record player!!!

oh and this guy is so bold enough to buy you jewelry from the same store the guys plan the heist at (he doesn’t tell you that, though. he left that detail out)

he’s definitely making valentine’s day extra romantic and that would honestly include bringing you back to his house

MR. BROWN

mr. brown gets so hyped on valentine’s day

it reminds him of the 1929 valentine’s day massacre which is kinda why he gets excited over the holiday name

but anyways he prefers using this day to spend more time with you

he’ll take you to see a rom-com or rent a movie at home

and brown definitely has chocolates for you two to share

but to be honest mr. brown would lowkey forget about the flowers and valentines card, but he’ll quickly brush it off and think the chocolates is enough

MR. PINK

nah he hates valentines day lol

he’s so bitter, mr. pink hates the idea of spending money - and he hates seeing couples being couples

would literally be walking and have a heart shaped balloon hit him in the face - he’d be so annoyed that he would try to pop it and kick it to the ground

but if he was dating you, he would be the one to stress over surprising you with gifts as if it was a chore

pink does love you, though and he won’t try not to bitch and moan at you about him hating valentine’s day cos he doesn’t want to start an argument on a day about love, so he would probably just buy you flowers from the local market and call it a day

and he doesn’t expect anything in return, but you buy him stuff anyways - maybe spend the rest of the day curling up with him in front of the tv, cos he wants to hide indoors after seeing the world coloured in red and pink for one day

TAGLIST: @locke-writes

#reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs imagine #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr blonde x reader #vic vega x reader #mr brown x reader #mr pink x reader #reader insert #preference

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ily-honey-bunny · 4 years

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hear me out...

a remake of ResDogs

but John Mulaney plays every role

#imagine #the POWER that would have #quentin tarantino #freddy newandyke #larry dimmick #mr orange #mr white #reservoir dogs #mr pink #mr brown #mr blonde #nice guy eddie #john mulaney

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goodbyedarlingirl · 5 years

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A moodboard where Freddy and Larry somehow escaped from the warehouse, and everybody is fine, happy, and loaded with diamonds✨

#reservoir dogs #creamsicle #freddy newandyke #larry dimmick #i made a thing #and imagined a whole fanfic #but i cant write in english #:(

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asphodelsandpomegranates · 5 years

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Reservoir Dogs x Reader: Poly! (sort of) Headcanons

You met the dogs through Joe. But Joe was the first. He met you at Pat and Lorraine's cafe. He liked you instantly and every time he came for breakfast or lunch, you would be like his personal waitress.

He gave you really good tips.

During one of his visits, you meet his son, Eddie. Eddie is very much like his dad, but more cheeky in some ways.

He flirts with you a little, making you go pink and act like a stuttering mess. “Knock it off, kid. She's working.” “Sorry, pops.” You weren't used to flattery.

The next time, Joe and Eddie came to visit, they're not alone.

You come to the cafe, almost rushing, thinking you were going to be late. But you made it in time.

You were called by the head waitress to serve Joe and his table.

You peeked out at the table to see several men, each one as good looking as the last.

Somehow getting up the courage to go over, you greeted Joe and Eddie with a smile.

Joe introduced you to the boys. Not by name, well not exactly but using colours: Orange, White, Pink, Blonde, Blue and Brown.

You find the boys to be quite pleasant.

The boys ask you to join them. But you refuse as you have other customers to serve. But you get told otherwise by your manager and you give in to their puppy eyes.

You find yourself sitting next to Joe and Mr. White and he buys you to a meal and a cop of coffee to go with it.

“So, what's with all the colour names?” “They all don't know each other that well, sweetheart.” “And just so you know, I had no interest in being called Mr. Pink. That was all his idea.” You shrugged. “S'alright. I wouldn't mind making you blush pink in the gents toilets.”

This struck a round of applause and laughter from the rest of the Dogs, except Pink who was left blushing and speechless.

The boys almost get a heart attack when Pink tips you, almost double when he goes up to give you it.

“By golly, girl. You work a fucking miracle.”

This tells them that Pink's taken a fancy to you.

But that's not the last time you see them – except Blue, he's happily married.

You meet up with Eddie first and takes you to Vegas which is a little much for a first date, in your opinion.

About half way through the date, you meet up with Blonde who introduces himself as Vic Vega.

The three of you get along like a house on fire – you enjoy their company. By the end of the night, you end up in bed with both of them until the next morning for when you all head back home.

Orange is the next of the Dogs to go on a date with you.

He takes you to a diner and then to his home to watch films – one of them being Lost Boys.

Halfway through, you both end up talking about anything and everything, and there he reveals to you that he's in a relationship with White. You don't mind a bit, thinking it's really sweet and you feel quite flattered by the fact that Orange trusted you with this secret.

You honestly thought White would have been upset by Orange telling you something so personal. But he wasn't, he was a little taken a back at first but happy once you told him that you had no ill will to them both for being in a relationship.

White was an absolute gentlemen and very respectful of you. He never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do.

Though you did request to have a night with both him and Orange. “One day, sweetheart.”

Mr. Brown was a total geek – no, wait....IS – despite his small criminal background. He took you back to his apartment to have a movie marathon with him, which led to him having to pause the film half a dozen times to discuss several theories he had about them. It went on well into the night.

And then there was Pink.

Pink was the most awkward out of the bunch. He seemed to be the sort of guy that put on the tough guy act around his friends/colleagues but when he was around you, he was soppy.

Near the end of the date, you both have the tipping discussion. He's very opinionated on the subject, which you can't help but agrees with him a little bit but once you explain to him a little more about it, you're sure you've convinced him...maybe only a little.

Surprisingly, he does tip but you suspect it'll be the last time.

When dusk fell, he takes you on a small walk back to his apartment for a little drink. He keeps you by his side at all times. His beady eyes watching everyone in case anybody decides to pull a fast one.

The night ends with you two making out on the couch and then later on falling asleep in his arms.

During the days when the boys having breakfast with each other and you're not around, they can't help but talk about you and how amazing you are.

Joe and Blue keep quiet about the whole thing but giving each other knowing glances.

They know what it's like and leave them to it.

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Weekend At Joe's [Reservoir Dogs Fic]

Inspired by the 1989 movie "Weekend At Bernie's".

After another successful job, Joe invites White, Pink, and Brown to his beach house in Santa Monica for the weekend. Eddie and Vic decide it's time for Eddie to take over his dad's business, and plan the perfect murder. Holdaway sends Freddy on a work-mandated leave, and lets him borrow his vacation home, which happens to be situated right next to the Cabot summer home.

Vic and Eddie run into a problem. When White, Brown, and Pink find Joe at the beach house, they realize they must pretend their dead boss is still alive for the weekend during parties and visits. Freddy gets a little more than he bargained for when he meets Larry (aka his next sugar daddy) next door, and tries to figure out just what the hell they're hiding.

Coming soon to ao3, ask to be notified!

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owl-noire · 4 years

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Say Your Prayers: A Reservoir Dogs Fic (1/3)

Fandom: Reservoir Dogs Pairing: None? But like, some. Honestly, this fic isn’t about romance. Summary: It's a few days after their latest heist, and Freddy never showed at the rendezvous. Larry doesn't think much of it--delays happen--until somebody leaves a photograph at the hotel room door. The kid's in trouble. And in their line of work, "trouble" can lead to "dead" very, very fast.

Ao3

They made a narrow escape, but all escapes are narrow when bullets start flying, and considering none of them found their mark, Larry decides it might have been a good day after all. Whatever made Joe decide ripping off a drug lord was worthwhile, he'll never know. Must've been some bad blood between them. And if the blood is sour enough to piss off Joe Cabot, then it's sour enough to piss off the rest of the boys. But hey: job's done, nobody died, and now Larry, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Pink are safely at the rendezvous.

It's an old hotel. Mr. Brown was--and still is--ecstatic about the old-timey elevator with the cage and crank. There's an operator, too. Larry doesn't like thinking about the margin of human error, about how it would take one easy mistake for the cage to plummet, but he pushes it aside. He's calm. Has to be. Next to him, Mr. Pink is a nervous wreck.

"Fuck man," Pink says. "I fuckin' hate elevators. Couldn't we have just taken the stairs?"

Larry gives him a look. "We're on the tenth floor."

"Your point?"

"Hey," Mr. Brown points out. "Look down. You can't even see the floor anymore."

Pink groans and shuts his eyes. "I'm gonna die."

"No you're not," Larry tells him, a little exasperated. Still, the words remind him of a similar time, a while ago now, but with Mr. Orange--Freddy. Larry tries not to think about that day too often. Kid nearly bled to death in his arms, and that sort of thing messes with the head.

The elevator finally pulls up to the tenth floor. Mr. Pink is the first one out as soon as the gate opens, followed by Brown, then Larry. He tips the operator and lingers back a second.

"We're waiting on one more," he says. "He's a scrawny little shit and probably wearing a jacket that's way too big for him." Larry hands the operator another five. "Can't miss him. Make sure he knows where we are."

The operator, some guy in his thirties who looks like he hates his job, nods. "Sure thing."

Larry starts after Mr. Pink and Mr. Brown. He never bothered learning their real names, and they never bothered telling him. They know his, but that's mostly because Larry hates that anonymous crap. But he played along for Joe and they all walked away happy. Better than things usually go.

"I can't believe I have to share a room," Mr. Pink is muttering to himself. He sees Larry walking down the hall and gestures at him. "How come you get one to yourself and I'm stuck with this sack of shit?"

"Oh excuse me, are you the one paying the bill?" Larry shoves past Pink toward his door. "No? Alright then. Quit complaining."

He's already into the room when he hears Pink mumble something under his breath. Larry doesn't really care what he says. He shuts the door behind him and sits on the bed with a groan. He's absolutely exhausted, now that the adrenaline from the job's worn off. And, to make things worse, there's a small knot forming in his stomach. Call it instinct, but he only gets it when something isn't right. Joe would call him paranoid. Freddy, too. But considering neither one of them are here, Larry's left to his own thoughts.

Freddy hadn't shown at the rendezvous. Mr. Brown and Mr. Pink had, both within five minutes of each other. Larry hopes the kid is just late. After all, it was the first job he'd pulled since... well, since the diamonds.

Talk about shock. Larry could still remember how his goddamn heart nearly stopped when Freddy told him the truth, that he was a cop and was supposed to tip off others to the heist, but hadn't. And then he'd taken a bullet meant for Larry, shot by some good samaritan trying to play cowboy.

Larry would be lying if he said he hadn't considered leaving Freddy behind. He'd betrayed him--and that stung. But hell, the kid had saved his life and was bleeding out and goddammit, Larry couldn't. He just couldn't.

But that was months ago. Water under the bridge, though convincing Joe of that had taken every ounce of persuasion Larry could summon. But he had. Somehow, he had, and here they all are. Safe. Happy. Alive.

He sighs and leans back on the bed. He'll give Freddy another couple hours, then see if Joe heard anything. Any luck, the kid's already on his way.

Wherever he is, it's dark. Dark, wet, and cold. All the worst things anybody can imagine after they've just been hit.

Freddy groans and tries to shift into a more comfortable position. He can't see anything, but he can feel. Oh God, he can feel... and it's like somebody's dragged him through a meat grinder. He can hear something dripping. Dimly, he hopes it's water and not blood from... from... well, wherever it is he's bleeding. Because he's definitely bleeding; he just can't figure out why.

It takes him a moment, but he eventually realizes he's sitting. Okay, that's a bit of a nicer statement than reality. Reality is, he's tied to a chair. Ropes dig into his wrists and ankles, and he can already feel the beginnings of burns. He tries to flex his fingers, but the moment he moves them, pain flares and he cries out. The sound is muffled by the gag stuffed in his mouth, but it's there nonetheless. Something's broken. He doesn't know if it's his fingers, hands, or all of the above, but whatever it is, it hurts like a bitch.

"You're awake."

He hears the voice, deep and slow and way too close to his ear. Without much thought, he shies away from it--and only then does he realize he's been blindfolded. His chest constricts.

Blind. Can't move. Can't talk. This isn't good.

"I was wondering when that'd happen," the voice continues. "Thought maybe my boys roughed you up a little too much."

Freddy takes a deep breath, in and out. He needs to stay calm. Staying calm will help him. Staying calm will keep him alive. Staying calm is what Larry would do.

"Me and Joe Cabot go back a long time." The voice is circling him now, vulture-like. "Never thought he'd have the guts to make a move on me. After all..."

Something nudges Freddy's injured hands, and he can't help his scream as white hot agony flares beneath his skin.

"... I always move back."

Once the pain fades, Freddy tries to think. This must be the drug lord he and the guys had ripped off. This must be Big Frank Muller.

Panic threatens to overwhelm him for a moment. He'd heard about Big Frank from his time in the force--and the guy's nothing if not ruthless. Twisted. Tortures and kills for pleasure. Nobody's caught him because none of his victims survive long enough to get an ID. And Freddy's absolutely powerless, completely at his mercy... or lack thereof.

"Let's get down to business," Big Frank says casually, and Freddy's head snaps sideways as a big, meaty fist slams into his jaw. "Gotta make you look pretty for the camera."

Camera? Freddy thinks dizzily, then feels the skin on his cheek split with another punch. What the hell is this guy going on about?

When he can focus again, having lost count of how many hits he took, his face is throbbing and undoubtedly swollen. He hears the click, then winding of a disposable camera, and has maybe two seconds to breathe before Big Frank starts talking.

"Cabot's going to love this," he murmurs. There's a pause, during which Freddy can feel his heart racing, and then: "Dimmick, too."

Freddy's blood goes cold for a split second before he starts struggling. Now? Now he understands. He shouts against the gag, choice words and insults that would make his mother roll over in her grave. But they're useless. The next thing he knows, something hits the back of his head and he begins to lose consciousness again.

Larry, he thinks before he goes under. Stay safe. Please stay safe.

It's roughly around eight pm when Larry wakes up to a knock on his door. He groans and wipes the sleep from his eyes, then checks the phone. There aren't any messages. He frowns and sits up, the knot in his stomach coming back with a vengeance. The front desk is supposed to call him when Freddy shows--and they haven't yet. He doesn't know what that means, if it means anything at all, but he can't help but think something's wrong.

"Goddammit, White, open up!" Mr. Pink's voice sounds muffled through the door as he pounds on it again. There's also something lacing his tone that Larry doesn't like. It sounds too much like raw panic.

That's enough for Larry to fumble into motion. He stands and makes his way over to the door, undoing the deadbolt and wrenching it open in time for Pink to walk through uninvited. His shoulders are bunched with worry, and he's followed quickly by Mr. Brown.

"What the hell's going on?" Larry demands as he shuts the door and refastens the lock.

"Did you hear anybody out in the hall?" Pink asks, nervously wringing his hands together. "Because we didn't, but somebody was definitely there, man. Somebody was definitely fucking there and they left that fucking picture and shit shit shit!"

Larry holds his hands up and grabs Pink's arm to stop him from pacing. "Slow down. What in fuck's name are you talking about?"

Mr. Pink gives him a look that Larry doesn't like, but says nothing. Instead, it's Mr. Brown who speaks as he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a photograph.

"He's talking about this," Brown says distantly.

He hands Larry the picture--slow, as if Larry will chop his hand off if he's not careful. At first, Larry isn't sure what he's seeing--it's dark and his mind doesn't want to believe anything anymore. But then the clouds clear, and his breath hitches painfully.

Freddy. Tied to a chair. Beaten and bloody. Blindfolded and gagged. And the look on his face... the pain on his face...

His hands move on their own accord, and Larry flips the photo over. Scrawled on the back, written in cheap ink and even cheaper handwriting, is today's date, followed by a crude drawing of a clock. It doesn't take him long to get the message, and he feels himself going cold all over.

"This is fucked up, man," Mr. Pink hisses as he starts pacing again. "This is so fucked up." He turns to Mr. Brown. "It's fucked up."

Brown nods in silent agreement. Then he turns toward Larry, who's flipped the picture over again. He can't stop looking at it. He feels Brown's eyes on him, followed by Pink's, and the scrutiny and quiet fear threaten to overwhelm him.

But he regains control. And when he speaks, he's suddenly not Larry Dimmick anymore. He's Mr. White--and his boy's just been stolen.

"Get Joe on the phone. Now."

Listen: I have no self-control.

#reservoir dogs #res dogs #freddy newandyke #mr white #larry dimmick #reservoir dogs fic #fic #my fic #my writing

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himbofreddynewandyke · 5 years

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Going off the deleted sequences that Freddy already knew Larry's name from his report- it's one of their first casual hookups so they don't know names yet and are using Orange/White (though that idea on its own is so hot), but Freddy gets real into it (as he does), and accidentally slips up and moans "Larry" and then has to clean that mess up real quick lmao

damn this one was hard and took 4ever, I really liked the idea tho

Mr White had taken a shine to Freddy straight away, which was great for the job, having someone so close to Joe eager to mentor Freddy, and he was surprisingly easy to talk to, friendly, good sense of humour, (hot for an old guy, silver fox, shut up newandyke, play it cool), made Freddy feel relaxed and comfortable (“dont ever, ever let your guard down, especially around this Dimmick guy” Holdaway had told him, “you know what’s he’s done, you know what he’s probably done. This motherfucker is dangerous, cunning too, enough to not get caught”). In a way it fucked Freddy up, made him terrified about his cover when he needed to be calm, was hard for him to imagine Lawrence Dimmick in the mugshots was the same guy eating burgers with him and chuckling together over lame jokes, once Freddy was going to mention something about White’s prison stay but shut up quickly, forgot whether White had mentioned that himself or whether he’d read it from his rapsheet.

One hot day after they’d gone over the escape route for the third time, White said “gotta stop in at my place” he didn’t mention dropping Freddy off so Freddy didn’t ask. (You’re a weed dealer, you hang with other dealers and stoners, you come into stranger’s places all the time, he’s starting to trust you, might be able to gleam something interesting you can report back with.)

It was a small motel room, a living room and kitchen in one, an open door with a small shower and toilet in the room, and a closed door which freddy guessed had the bed. “You want a beer Orange?” White asked, “yeah, sure” freddy said and then gave a shrug which came off more awkward than cool.

White tossed him a can then opened the tab of his own (DAMN this guy had good arms), Freddy didnt realise he was staring til he glanced up n White was smirking at him, had caught Freddy checking him out. Freddy blushed deep, oh shit, he should probably leave, supercool Mr Orange was starting to crack and all that would be left would be nerdy faggy Freddy Newandyke.

Before he could move White stepped forward towards him, put his arm out, and cupped Freddy’s face in his palm. It was unexpected but for some reason Freddy didnt jump, instead nuzzled his face into the hand, He felt white’s thumb on his lip, opened his mouth slightly, and white slipped it in, Freddy sucking obediently. “mmmm” white said appreciatively, his grin getting bigger, cheshire cat who got the cream.

Fuck it, White obviously wanted this and Freddy did too. Freddy let go off White’s thumb and sunk to his knees. He drew his breath in staring at White’s crotch, could see the outline of his hardening dick through the pants. “wanna suck you” he said, flicking his eyes up. White’s hand cupped his head again, this time along his hair, “oh you are eager huh buddy boy?” and Freddy nodded. Suddenly white grabbed the shoulder of his shirt and lifted him up, “I wanna kiss you first” and pressed his mouth on Freddys, arms going around Freddys waist, pulling him in. He kissed Freddy hungrily, like he was savouring him, White broke away for a few seconds to take a breath then started up again. The kiss ended reluctantly, both slightly panting.

White didn’t lead him to the bedroom, and for some reason Freddy was grateful, would’ve made it seem too official, too much like they were actually having sex and not just getting each other off. He sunk to his knees again and this time Larry (WHITE you have to think of him as White, he could still end your life) started undoing his own belt, unzipping his pants while Freddy knelt there expectantly, took his dick out, Freddy’s eyes widened, White’s cock was large, thicker than Freddy had ever seen, White chuckled, must have had this reaction before, ran his hand gently through Freddy’s hair as he got started. Freddy wanted to make this good, wanted to impress White, so he took the whole thing deep as he could, choking a bit, a bit of saliva dripping out as he took it out then tried to get it deep in his throat again.

He choked again on white’s dick, letting it fall from his mouth when white tugged his hair, making Freddy look up at him, “hey, hey, hey baby, you don’t gotta take it all. Just take what you can and use your hand for the rest, ok?” Freddy nodded, then started up at a reasonable pace, feeling both embarrassed and grateful that white had corrected his technique. Now it was more fun though, could close his eyes and really get into it, jacking White’s dick while sucking down on the head, making more noise than white did, moaning around his dick, which White seemed to enjoy, “mmmm that’s good baby, you’re good at that” White encouraging him, the hand in his hair a comfort, Freddy shouldn’t trust this guy with a lighter but somehow trusted him not to push Freddys head down on his dick.

White gave another tug on his hair, “gonna cum” he said, but Freddy stayed there, keep his mouth around white’s cock, swallowed, and white pulled him up again. Another breathless kiss, other guys freddy had been with wouldn’t kiss him after he blew them, didnt want traces of their own cum in their mouths, but white didnt give a fuck, kissed freddy deep, probably had been a pickpocket at some point because freddys belt was undone and his jeans unzipped when he felt white palm his dick over his boxers.

white turned him around so freddys back was against his chest, put his head on freddy shoulder, “love the noises you make baby, don’t hold out on me” he said, taking freddy’s dick out of his boxers and jerking it slowly, and freddy obeyed him, whimpers n groans n incoherent words leaving his mouth, any thoughts of keeping cool and in control gone, white knew how to handle a dick as well as he could kiss, pressing kisses onto freddys neck “that’s it orange, that’s it”

“oh man, oh god, fuck larry, larry that feels so good”

White stopped all of a sudden, freddy was so out of it he didnt even realise his mistake til white said “how’d you know my name?”

(shit shit shit, you fucked up bad, this is it, they’re gonna tell new undercovers the story about the guy who died with his dick in the crooks hand)

“i-i knew who you were, i’d heard of you before” he was coming up with an excuse on the spot, didn’t know how he was going to finish his sentence when he started it.

“oh? And what did you hear?” freddy couldnt see white face, the guy was still behind him, but he didnt sound angry

“larry dimmick, two guns dimmick, friend of joe cabot, when i saw you in the bar i thought it might be you, when i saw you had two guns in your belt …” freddy was trying to keep cool, maybe, just maybe, he might get outta this alive

larry chuckled “jeez, I didnt think I was that well known, huh?”

he picked up where he left off, hand started wanking freddy’s cock again, maybe harder this time, pleased that he’d gotten the unexpected ego stroking. his other hand, left hand, slipped under freddys shirt and found his nipple, lightly brushing it, making freddy shiver, couldn’t help rolling his head back with his eyes closed, his arousal coming back full force after the scare.

“you know, i got the name two guns dimmick, but it should be two hands dimmick, dont cha think? Coz the hands control the guns” freddy couldnt reply, could only moan as larry began playing with his nipple, rolling and pinching it gently then circling it with his thumb, doing a different rhythm on freddys cock, “coz as you can see, i’m real good with my hands. Friend asked me to be in his band once about a decade ago, be a drummer, ya gotta have good control over both your hands for that”. Quick as lightning he switched, left hand now on freddy’s dick and right hand attacking freddys other nipple. Freddy was close now, leaning back on white to hold him up, letting his head loll back onto white’s shoulder, white was nipping his earlobe then whispered into his ear “want you to say my name when you come baby, wanna hear it”

And freddy did.

#reservoir dogs #creamsicle #freddy x larry #prompt fill #my post

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beretas-blog1 · 7 years

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💛 for this memory meme!

a memory that makes them feel angry

❛ ──── shot into a crowd, killed cops n’ wives, didn’t give a shit what he hit, just wanted to hit something. some fuckin’ surprise of a party, y’know? ❜ the rest of what holdaway says cuts out on freddy’s end. he only registers the latter part and when he hears it he can feel his stomach coil, because the man they were talking about was very much the mr. white, the lawrence dimmick of milwaukee, of past experience with undercover cops, no if’s and but’s about it. a man that old still kicking it in a business like this was far from clean, newandyke knows that, but maybe he was envisioning a little anti-hero bravado ; how couldn’t he, when dimmick walked around so charming, like he’s the godfather of the job, a general fucking patton for that ‘dumb crook kid with a funny stoner story’ to look up to? he wasn’t completely inhuman. he was more people than degenerate. but, freddy bites his lip, and thinks maybe that was too KIND of an assumption.

he dazes out a little, not out of necessarily BLATANT anger but freddy isn’t sure what else it would be because the prescribed casualty of larry dimmick’s surprise party shootout makes his throat a little dry and jolts him back into the discomfort of the character he’s really playing here. newandyke had never lost sight of the original objective here but he thinks he finds it again, sees it a lot more clearly. it’s hanging on the empty space of his wall. swimming somewhere absently in the eye of a silver surfer poster next to the window. leaning comfortably against a pot he forgot to wash left sitting out on the stovetop and when he looks down at the tips of his fingers he finds that they are very plainly pointing towards mr. white’s familiar face with a name and felonies listed below it. holdaway’s voice over the phone jolts him out of the daze and his shoulder jumps a little when he hears ❛ freddy, you there? ❜ over the line.

❛ yeah, yeah, i’m still here, just thinking. ❜ remembering, was more like it. remembering that no-one on a heist is actually a ‘real person’ and if mr. white’s list of atrocities extends to things as severe as this then he can’t imagine what the fuck the less-than-pleasant-rest have under their belts. pigs look out for pigs, after all. even the dead ones that were never even in the same fucking department. ❛ now i know the kinda people i’m gunnin’ for. ❜ freddy’s drowning in the idealisation of his bravado man image but when he’s dry-firing the pistol from the table at lawrence dimmick’s picture in The Book, a vacant whisper of ‘bang’ only just slipping past his lips, he’s not really thinking of that.

#does this even. count as angry #smh WHO KNWOS BUT EITHER WAY TYSM FOR SENDING ME AN ASK MEME!!!#I APPRECIAT THEM SOOOO MUCH #glassedcoffin

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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hi i love love love your blog <3 stayed up till 4am binge reading it and squealing in bed.

could you do a hc where the dogs (mainly pink and vic) try to do the reader’s natural hair? i’m biracial with 3c-4a hair and i think it’d be cute to watch them struggle lol

my face reading this 😸😸😽😽 this is a very cute idea! i hope you enjoy this babe - love daisy

warnings: cursing, fluffy goodness, gifs aren’t mine found them on google !

taglist: @darkskinbeautyhoe @imaginesbymk @electricalfireflies @trashybowtie @blanketybaby for my babe @rendezvouxx

pink

pink is most definitely a perfectionist so he lowkey challenges that he can do your hair better

“oh really, you can do better than me?” pink chuckled, taking a puff from his cigarette “i know i can do better”

taking your hair out of its bun and he’s like ,,, shit 💀

but if mr pink does anything, it’s gotta be fucking professional

so it’s time to roll up the sleeves

acts like a little kid helping his dad fix the car — handing him what he asks for

“comb” he told you bluntly, holding out his hand, and you handed it to him, giggling “give me

you already washed your hair so all that was needed was some blow drying and styling

“what are you looking for babe?” “somethin’ to hold your hair with, okay?”

he found a couple of clips and starts to (poorly) section your hair

HIS FOCUSED FACE IS SO CUTE HAHAHA

trying to move the blow dryer without hurting you and failing (but shh, don’t hurt his feelings)

mr pink gently moves your floof back and presses a kiss to your forehead

he opts for a simple slick back ponytail

sniffs every product about 461991832x times

he can’t help it they smell so good

scooping out too much gel “ah fuck” and placing the excess on his head, taking a quick second to lay his own hair down

you looked up to see mr pink smiling back down at you in the mirror, both of you with globs on your head

it was a silly moment :)

now it was time for the actual slick back part — secretly he always wanted you to have the same hairstyle because he how cool it that be

literally one foot on the edge of the sink and the other brushing your hair back

gets his fingers stuck in the ponytail holder and FREAKS - which was the funniest and scariest part of the process

“jesus fuck, baby can you help me?!”

your hair surprisingly comes out okay with no damage, besides the fingers — but pink looks so proud !!

smug mf’er

so surprised at how slick it looked

giving him tons of kisses as thanks “i love it baby, thank you”

“told you i was a pro” he half jokes pulling you into his chest “you are such a liar”

pink tossed you his leather jacket before pulling on another one, “where are we going?” you questioned

he grabbed your hand and headed for the chair door, stopping for a quick kiss “out.”

riding w/ the windows down because your hairs are slicked to the mf gods

pink treats you to lunch because you two look too good not to be seen 😎

orange

you and freddy were showering together when he asked ”how does it take to do your hair?”

since you play with his hair 24/7 he feels it’s only right he asks i’m if he can help out

always lends you all of his t-shirts so you can wrap your hair, offers to let you use his brush, just anything he can :)

freddy watches you get out of the shower in absolute amazement, “wow baby, i-”

you scrambled to find a towel to cover your body from his gaze “freddy out!”

a bit of an awkward start, yes

once he knows for sure you’re dressed he comes back in, “hey uh, you think i can help?” he asked shyly standing in the doorway, you smiled “of course babe”

freddy is not good at hair 💀 mans is a pathological liar for hire what did you expect

“okay first step is curl spray, it’s the one that smells like berries” you said watching him dig around in the cabinets for it

you watched in terror as your boyfriend looked directly down the nozzle of the spray, trying to determine if it was the right one

and ofc spraying himself in the eye

freddy hissed and dropped the bottle on the floor of the bathroom “oh fucking christ”

you tried to control your laughter and help him out but seeing him on the floor is a bit funny💀

now that you’ve rinsed his eye out, much to his dismay, he can move on

much like mr pink, freddy has no product control and kinda puts more than needed of conditioner on your head

but somehow he gets it all worked in there!

“here, let me get your eyebrows too” freddy says moving his fingers closer to your face. and you tried your best to dodge but he was too quick

you told freddy about your morning, and he told you about his, and the things he saw with the rest of the dogs

you stiffled a laugh, “wait, so you’re mr orange?” he nods, “like the fruit?” and he just rolls his eyes

he insists on doing your edges!

freddy watches intently as you did one side, following suit on the other — his fingers awkwardly holding the small brush

“like this, right?” he asked moving the brush in an upwards motion

freddy swooping your edges for you — they come out a bit wonky but it’s cute

he gets creative with it ! trying to make it wavy but also look like how you did yours

presses a quick kiss to your nose when he’s done

he sprints out the room to grab his camera — “don’t move, i’ll be back” — to take pics of you and your new do :))

making you pose, and hopping in the picture with you too

blonde

you and vic had messed up your hair while doing … things and you really wanted him to fix

giving him puppy dog eyes that he can’t resist “fine, but don’t lose your shit if it’s not right”

thankfully vic is tall enough to tower over you and reach the top of your head

“hand me that” you turned slightly to look at him “hand you what?” and he groans “that, whatever the fuck it is”

hair ties, vic. literally a hair tie !

tried to squeeze all your hair into a bun and breaks the hair tie

then trying again, and breaking another “oh for fucks sake” he cursed, throwing the pack of ties

“do you want help?” you giggled as he struggled “nope, you just stay there angel. daddy’s got this”

you sensed he was getting upset so you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down. god, he smelled good

“i’m gonna go shower, if you wanna help me in there…” YES and YES

“okay so first we take the,” you snapped your fingers in front of vics face making him roll his eyes “eyes down here big boy!” “i’m listenin’ honey, keep going”

vic running his big hands over your head, practically pulling your head back with every pass

now time to teach him how to scrunch! you’d demonstrated it first but we’re sure he wasn’t listening

“how do i scrounge?” you stop, looking up at him “did you just say scrounge? oh my god vic” he frowned for the millionth time that day while you laughed

vic flicking your forehead 😹

now that you smell like a literal rainbow it was time to diffuse your hair

this is so fun for him lol — holds the comb attachment to your head, while swaying his hips

tries to ‘bang’ you while you’re bent over

what could be better than this, vic thought — k billy playing, and his beautiful girl with him

once your hair was done he couldn’t help but smile, “god, you’re beautiful” he complimented breathlessly

your face heated as vic looked down at you with a smile “you did a good job on it daddy,, surprisingly”

on the way out of the bathroom vic realized that you’ve been using his hair gel and flips out on the inside

later on vic takes you to the hair store so you can get your own — and he pays for it !!

“who’s my pretty girl” ughhhgahhshs pls say it again

it took everything in you not to jump his bones then and there

spends the whole day twirling his finger around your coils, making your heart flutter each time

let’s be honest,,, it’s gonna get messed up again

white

wash day w/ mr white is one of the best days tbh

he is always sitting right beside you for support, just like his towels, he gets your bonnet embroidered with your initials

you’re kinda dreading the day bc it’s wash day yet again

you lay face down on the bed groaning when larry comes in and asks “hair day again?” you moan in response which makes him pat your back with a short chuckle

but larry offers to help you out

hair care daddy™

helping you take out your braids as you sit on the floor between his legs

there’s a mobster movie on but you weren’t paying too much to that, just happy he was there with you

LARRY’S HANDS ARE MAGICAL — like if he wasn’t a criminal he'd be a great hairstylist

hopping in the shower together to hose off

sharing expensive hair care products

he’s very respectful when you explain shrinkage to him!

you dig through the draws to try and find your (again monogrammed) hair pick when larry came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“here, let me”

uses his big daddy gentle strength to pick your hair out as gently as possible - and probably doesn’t get tired quickly

larry fluffs your hair with a smile, “how’s that, huh?” you smiled back at him, turning around in his arms

“thank you, larry you’re the best” you thanked him “well i think i deserve some reward, eh?”

larry gestured to his lips and you tried to give him a quick peck but he wouldn’t accept that and pulled you back into a much deeper one

you two get distracted a bit too easily

then it’s back to being between his legs

massaging the oil into your hair while you relax, letting your eyes close

tbh this is enough to make you fall asleep, so he carries you from the couch to the bed

“where’s your bonnet at, sweetie?” larry whispers holding your head up

“sweetheart” he repeats, tapping your cheek lightly, making you mumble something his couldn’t hear

and when you don’t answer he spends about 15 minutes running around trying to find it

in his defense, he did pay quite some money for that custom bonnet

once he did find it though, he makes sure he very carefully places it over your head, and presses some kisses in your forehead

while you lay in bed larry runs some of the oil into his own hair, poking a head in to see you so peaceful — he smiles to himself

finally getting to rest next to you and being so proud of himself :)

brown

mr brown has been waiting for this day his WHOLE life

he’s always admired the complexity of your hair — sometimes even suggesting styles for you

but today, today was the wash day he steps up

brown jumps right into it, and can’t resist smelling your hair every 0.2 seconds lolololol

“wow babe, you look like a little sheep” he jokes, “yeah? then that would make you little bo peep, wouldnt it?” you shot back

he really means well

”like this?” brown asked earnestly, he runs his conditioner covered fingers down your hair

“yeah, but like, you gotta work it in” you told him, looking up and he nods

wow, his fingers were made for this, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch — unbeknownst to you, this made his heart swell :’)

watching movies while you deep condition, your legs resting on his lap as he kinda leans into your side

brown pokes your belly, looking up at you

“can i have a shower cap too?” he whispered which made you chuckle, “yeah babe”

sitting watching the movie with matching shower caps on your heads

yeah, the white ones with the little yellow ducks, those shower caps

not wanting to get in the shower so you detach the shower head

tall boi 😎

“bub, can you get the shower head, i can’t reach it” you asked “oh sure baby, don’t worry”

and as you’re getting ready to turn and ask what’s taking so long he turns the water on at the right wrong time

basically water boarding you and making him laugh hysterically, but then losing that smile when you turn to him “asshole!”

turning the water on cold when it’s browns turn to rise, and watching him nearly scream his head off

getting into a mini water fight — “stop you’re getting my shirt wet!” “too bad”

then having to wipe up all the water after which is pretty boring but still more time you spent together

“you’re never doing my hair again” you tell him resting your forehead on his chest, brown rests his chin on your head “yeah that’s probably a good idea”

letting your wet heads air dry

opting for wearing your afro the rest of the day and he LOVES it

#mr pink x reader #mr pink imagine #mr pink headcanon #mr orange x reader #mr orange headcanon #mr blonde headcanon #mr blonde x reader #mr white x reader #mr white headcanon #mr brown x reader #mr brown headcanon #reservoir dogs preference #reservoir dogs #quentin tarantino #freddy newandyke #vic vega #larry dimmick #mark nussy

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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hiii omgomg could you do hcs of the dogs cuddling w the reader?i've been in a soft mood lately,,,,ty!

hey there :) all of these are inspired by this article on signs! you can find the visual by clicking the boys names !! - love daisy

pink - cancer

far enough from a cuddle

close enough to admire your face

you two stay up and talk about your day, sleepy arguing - "you're an ass for not tipping" you say mid yawn. mr pink squints sleepily "you weren't even there, go to sleep"

"no you go to sleep first" "no you"

laces his fingers with yours so you don’t float away

you tried to cuddle him once annd he rolled you back to your side of the bed

so to compromise - pink faces you and holds just under your waist, sometimes leaning in to kiss you

orange - aries

freddy wants to be as close to you as he can

LOVES being chest to chest with you bc it makes him feel safe and secure

“baby get over here , i’m cold”

makes grabby hands at you and groans until you come over to bed

he’s practically your blanket - sleeps so close to you he slowly starts to crowd your body

he’s practically a heater, the comforter ends up either on the floor or by your feet in the morning

kisses each boob goodnight

blonde - libra

after sex vic will roll off of you, still panting, and raise his arm - inviting you to come snuggle into his side

you always reject though, "ew, no you're too sweaty for cuddles"

but once you two cool down you'll roll back into bed

vic is kinda tubby so you already know he gives the best cuddles

pressing chaste kisses into his side and chest while he smokes

him blowing his cig smoke into your face

you wrap your leg around his to make sure he doesn't go anywhere, which he notices "i'm right here babydoll, 'm not goin anywhere"

white - pisces

you two sleep like this the most often because of how your nights go

mr white likes to read in bed, and he'll read to you - but if you can't make it though the whole thing he’ll pull the blanket up to cover you and call it a night

like he absolutely loves when you fall asleep on his chest

larry whispers goodnight to you and rolls over shutting off the light, then settling back into his spot

strokes your hair and pulls his arms around you

mr white smells sooooooooo good btw - like coffee and cigarettes

treats you like a cat - will not move a muscle while youre sleeping

mr brown - capricorn

he lovesss the idea of cuddling - when it's not bedtime

mr brown is like an annoying kid and complains all night about it being too hot - which is perfect because you love having the blanket to yourself

"baabe, it's too hot moooove" he moans pushing your butt with his foot, you aim for his arm but end up missing and smacking his face because its dark, "then get out from under here"

obviously he's a bit mad that you hit him, but he knows that you mean well so he wiggles just his feet back under the covers

he likes to have your feet touching each others

it's not holding hands but it's not suffocating him

it's just right :)

#reservoir dogs imagines #reservoir dogs headcanons #reservoir dogs x reader #mr pink headcanon #mr pink x reader #mr orange heacanon #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #freddy newandyke headcanon #mr blonde headcanon #mr blonde x reader #vic vega headcanon #vic vega x reader #mr white headcanon #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #mr brown headcanon #mr brown x reader

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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Omg for the prompt thingy pls I beg of you do 42 with mr. White x femm reader

from this list

he watched you from across the room. as you undressed, his eyes followed your every move. something so sensual in the way he would sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand, then lick his lips. almost reading every dirty thought in your mind, he smirks. now his free hand was unbuttoning his pants, slowly to tease you. his cock throbbed in his hand, veiny and heavy

you reached your underwear now, just dying to take it off, but the feel of larry’s stare burning into your back told you ‘take it off slowly’. looking back to see larry fully erect, jerking himself off. now sliding the garment over your ass and down your legs, teasing him back. you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the thought of larry touching you. larry chuckled. “keep going, i didnt say stop”

the sight of your wet cunt as you bent over, was enough to send him striding across the room to you. larry picked you up and hefted you on the bed. you two both giggled now, as he removed his shirt, and you removed your bra. larry captured your lips in a fiery kiss, gripping the back of your head. it made you dizzy with how much force he was using.

he started down your neck, pressing fast wet kissing down to your collarbone. moaning loudly as he nipped and sucked. larry’s hands trailed down to your chest, rolling and pulling your nipples. you moaned a soft “larry please” into his ear.

taking the hint, you watched as he lowered himself between your legs, eye level with your now glossy wet mound. again teasing him with pressing your knees together. larry played along, running his hands up and over your hips. his hot hands squeezing the fat there.

larry licked his lips now, hungry to taste your wetness. he couldn’t wait anymore, the patience this man had was out the door. the second he smelled your sweet musky scent, his mouth began to water. the look in his eyes were filled with lust and hunger. “open your legs, daddy wants to see”, he purred, watching you reveal yourself. his lips met your slit and licked a tantalizing stripe. just enlugh to make you whimper.

(this kinda sucks UGH 🙈 and it’s longer than a drabble UGH)

#mr white imagine #mr white x reader #larry dimmick x reader #larry dimmick #blurbs for blurbs

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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a larry blurb bc im a larry dimmick whore ;)) so pls enjoy this smutty little something - love daisy

he took his two thick fingers and plunged them carelessly inside of your slick opening, using his other hand to steady your shoulder. the feeling of the pressure sent a new wave of pleasure through your core. his middle and ring finger alternated from scissoring you open, and moving in and out rapidly. the feeling of this fluttered up from your gut into your chest, and making you moan lowly into the air. “fffuckk.” larry always had nice hands.

“you fuckin growling at me?” larry asked, now the hand on your shoulder was roughly guiding your chin to look at him. as he leaned closer for an answer from you, his fingers now worked harder. the noise of larry’s fingers moving in an out of you quickly, filled the room. a wet slapping noise that made his dick throb in his underwear. he stared down at you with narrowed brown eyes, stopping just a few inches from your lips. “you growl at me one more time sweetheart, and this,” he slowly removed his fingers but remained in eye contact. before roughly shoving them back in, “this all goes away. behave.”

those words alone were enough to carry you to the first orgasm of the night. larry couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact you came from those few words. instead he laid himself next to you and shimmied off his underwear. using the juices on his fingers to get his cock wet. with a huff, larry pat his thighs. “come baby, suck daddy off. and maybe i’ll reward you”

#larry dimmick x reader #mr white imagine #mr white x reader #reservoir dogs imagines #reservoir dogs x reader

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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closely following my last post about cuddling, here's the alternative for my non- cuddly sleepers :) -love daisy

hc: the dogs + vincent with a wild sleeper

mr pink

opposite to you, pink stays in literally one position the whole night, occasionally rolling over

“i swear to fucking god if you kick me one more time you’re dead”

pink is a bitch.

and confronting him as to why he doesn’t want you touching him and he says he hates cuddles

most def bullshit

“you see this? i’m playing the worlds tiniest violin for you right now baby”

in the morning he is all mad and gives you the stink eye

deep down he loves being a lil spoon, that lil shit :’)

still keeps his distance in the bed

maybeeee just this once you'll kick him on purpose, to piss him off

mr orange

he rolls on top of you LMAO

“you kick me i suffocate you, honey”

sleeping on opposite sides of the bed but boy is so clingy so he finds his way back to you.. and your legs

until he practically sleeps on/next to you fully

honestly freddy tries to solve the problem but ends up getting kneed in the crotch 💀

“fuck!” you both wake up at that point, “oh noooo did i hurt you baby? do you-“ freddy just sits there groaning “no go back to sleep baby”

that night he becomes the little spoon, falling asleep with the ice pack while you rub his back

mr blonde

vic will never turn down a good cuddle sesh

your face is buried in his chest while he holds you close

he is SO good at snuggling

strokes your hair until you fall asleep - and that’s when it begins

once your legs start kicking his like i’m out of here, not today

rolls over and is soooo annoyed with you

“is there somethin you need, huh? you got cricket legs all of a sudden?”

ugh his voice is sooo gruff and sexy tho

tries a different approach and tangles your legs together so you don’t kick him again

doesn’t work

so he just grabs his pillow and heads to the couch

mr white

doesn’t say anything at first bc he’s respectful daddy ™

but eventually he grabs a pillow and places it by your feet to protect himself

this is the first time he would ever get truly annoyed with you and he comes in looking all cute in grumpy in the morning to confront you

“now sweetheart, i’ve gotten zero sleep in the past 2 nights! is there a reason why? did i do somethin’ to piss ya off? what?”

you apologize and then he feels bad lmao

you two agree to keep the pillow there and kinda awkwardly cuddle above the waist

mr brown

he never sleeps lol

brown will be childish and kick you back

thinks that you want him to play with you which makes him laugh

you wake up super confused “why are you kicking me?” and then he realizes

is soooo childish with it “will you stay on your side?”

doesn’t mind the kicking at all really but you still try to stay as still as possible

vincent vega

tbh vincent is a blanket hog already so he kinda had this coming

grabs your leg and pulls it, which makes you fall

“oh shit honey i didn’t actually think you were gonna fall, cmere” (liar) he's sooo sarcastic

you two could argue alllll day about it “well you snore at night, vince” you tell him with your hands on your hips, you two got into it yet again this time while making the bed

vince flails his arms in the air “you know what baby that’s not the same thing as kicking”

that night when you go to be you make sure to slap him with the pillow

then nobody gets sleep that night

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